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❝ to be a star, you must burn ❞

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❝ the first rain ❞

              a rainy day coincidence ft. enjin!

( ‼ ) modern au, hehe i saw @hannii-space ask 4 this so i'd thought i'd give it a try cause ive been meaning 2 write for gachiakuta... 🥺

the rain had a way of making everything feel quieter than it really was.

not silent, never silent. the world still breathed around you in the hum of passing cars, the distant rush of tires slicing through wet pavement, the uneven rhythm of droplets hitting metal, glass, skin. but it softened things. blurred the edges. turned harsh lines into watercolor streaks that bled into each other until nothing felt too sharp to hold.

you liked it like that.

most people didn’t.

most people rushed through rain like it was something to escape, something inconvenient, something that interrupted the neat flow of their day. umbrellas snapped open like reflexes, footsteps quickened, shoulders hunched.

you were different.

you lingered.

maybe that was why you ended up there that night, standing under a flickering streetlamp that buzzed faintly above your head, the glow casting everything in a dim, golden haze. your bag hung heavy at your side, soaked through at the bottom, and your hair clung to your cheeks in damp strands.

you hadn’t brought an umbrella.

you hadn’t really planned to be out this late either.

but the rain came suddenly, like it always did, and by the time you realized how hard it was falling, you were already too far from anywhere to bother running.

so you didn’t.

you just raised your hands over your head, palms curved awkwardly as if they could somehow shield you from the downpour. it didn’t work, of course it didn’t, but it made you laugh softly under your breath. a quiet, breathy sound that disappeared into the rain almost as soon as it left you.

cold droplets slid down your wrists, your neck, your spine.

you closed your eyes for a second.

and then, suddenly, it stopped.

but it wasn't the rain. the sound of it still filled the air, steady and constant.

but the feeling of it against your skin... vanished.

you frowned slightly, blinking your eyes open as confusion crept in.

slowly, you lowered your hands, and looked up.

sand.

that was the first thing you noticed - the deep, rich sandy shade of an umbrella stretched wide above you, catching the rain in soft, rhythmic taps. droplets gathered at the edges, slipping off in tiny streams that fell just beyond your shoulders, creating a perfect little pocket of dry space around you.

for a moment, your brain didn’t quite catch up.

and then, you saw him.

he stood just slightly behind you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence, but not so close that it felt overwhelming. his arm was raised effortlessly, holding the umbrella at just the right angle so that it covered you completely.

as if that had been his intention all along.

his other hand rested loosely at his side, fingers relaxed, nails painted black, like he hadn’t rushed here, like this wasn’t something urgent.

like shielding you from the rain was the most natural thing in the world.

you turned fully then, your breath catching before you could stop it.

he was-

there wasn’t really a word for it. not one that felt enough.

his features were soft but defined, the kind of face that felt warm rather than sharp. his hair, a shimmering loose gold slightly damp from the rain he’d been standing in before reaching you, fell in loose strands across his forehead, darkened just enough to catch the glow of the streetlight.

and his eyes... god.

his eyes. they were gentle.

not in a fragile way, not in a distant way, but in a way that felt steady, like something you could lean on without it ever giving out. they held yours easily, without hesitation, without awkwardness, like he wasn’t surprised to find you there.

like he’d been expecting you.

a small smile curved at his lips. it wasn’t wide, not overly bright or dazzling. it was soft, warm.

the kind of smile that settled into your chest instead of blinding you.

“you’ll catch a cold like that,” he said, his voice quiet but clear over the rain.

you blinked once. twice.

“…oh.”

genius, truly.

your brain, apparently, had decided to stop functioning.

he let out a small breath that might have been a laugh, though it was so light you almost missed it.

“do you live nearby?” he asked.

you shook your head instinctively before you could think.

“no - i mean, kind of? it’s… a bit of a walk.”

“then let me walk you.”

it wasn’t phrased like a question.

but it didn’t feel like a demand either. it felt simple.

like he was offering you something obvious. like of course he would.

you hesitated for half a second.

any other time, any other person, you probably would’ve said no. you would’ve brushed it off, laughed it away, insisted you were fine.

but standing there, under that umbrella, looking at him, you didn’t feel the need to refuse.

“…okay,” you said softly.

his smile deepened, just a little.

and somehow, that tiny shift made your chest feel warmer than the dry space around you.

—

walking with him felt strangely easy.

there was no awkward silence, no forced conversation, no pressure to fill the space between you with words that didn’t quite fit.

instead, it was calm.

the rain filled the gaps, a steady background rhythm that made everything else feel softer, quieter.

he adjusted the umbrella without you asking, tilting it slightly when the wind shifted so the rain wouldn’t catch you at the edges. once, when you stepped too close to the curb, he gently nudged you inward with the lightest touch at your elbow.

it was small. barely there. but it lingered.

you found yourself stealing glances at him when you thought he wouldn’t notice.

the way his midnight lashes caught droplets of rain, tiny beads clinging before slipping away. the way his jaw softened when he wasn’t speaking. the way his hand held the umbrella: not tight, not tense, just steady.

grounded.

“you do this often?” he asked after a while.

“do what?”

“stand in the rain without an umbrella.”

you let out a small laugh, embarrassed.

“…maybe.”

he hummed, like that answer made sense to him.

“i like it,” you added quickly, before you could overthink it. “it’s… peaceful.”

he glanced at you then, something unreadable flickering in his gaze before settling back into that familiar warmth.

“yeah,” he said softly. “it is.”

you didn’t ask why he was out in it.

he didn’t ask why you were.

somehow, it felt like neither of you needed to.

—

when you reached your street, you slowed.

you didn’t want to. but you did.

“this is me,” you said quietly, gesturing toward your building.

he stopped with you, lowering the umbrella slightly as if the moment itself required something gentler.

for a second, neither of you spoke.

the rain filled the space again.

you felt something strange settle in your chest, something like reluctance, something like not wanting this to end.

which was ridiculous.

you’d just met him. you didn’t even know his name.

and yet...

“thank you,” you said, your voice softer than before.

he shook his head lightly.

“it’s nothing.”

it didn’t feel like nothing.

not to you.

“…i’m glad you were there,” you admitted, before you could stop yourself.

his eyes softened even more, if that was possible.

“me too.”

then he stepped back.

just enough for the rain to begin touching your shoulders again, light at first, like it was testing the space he’d just left.

you almost reached out, almost said something. but you didn’t.

you just stood there as he turned, lifting the umbrella back over himself, the black canopy blending into the night as he started to walk away.

you watched him go.

until the rain swallowed him whole.

—

the next day, you went back.

same time.

same place.

you told yourself it was coincidence.

that you just liked the rain, liked that quiet street, liked the way the lamp flickered like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to stay on.

you didn’t expect him to be there.

you definitely didn’t.

still.

you stood under that same light, your hands fidgeting at your sides, your eyes flicking down the road more often than you’d like to admit.

the rain started again, soft at first, then heavier.

you didn’t move.

minutes passed.

then more.

you were about to laugh at yourself, at how silly this was, how—

it stopped. again.

your breath hitched before you even turned.

“you’re here again,” he said, his voice just as warm as you remembered.

you looked up.

and there he was. same umbrella. same gentle golden eyes. same soft smile.

something in your chest loosened so suddenly it almost made you dizzy.

“…i guess i am,” you said.

he tilted his head slightly, like he was trying to figure something out.

“were you waiting for the rain?”

you hesitated.

just for a second.

“…maybe.”

he studied you for a moment longer.

his smile shifted.

just a little.

like he knew, and understood something you hadn’t said out loud.

“then i’m glad it came.”

—

it became a routine after that.

unspoken.

unplanned.

somehow consistent.

every evening, around the same time, you found yourself drifting back to that street. sometimes it rained, sometimes it didn’t, but you went anyway.

most days he was there. sometimes already waiting. sometimes arriving just moments after you did, like the timing was something the universe itself had decided on.

you learned his name slowly, like something precious you didn’t want to rush.

enjin.

it fit him.

soft, but steady.

you said it once, testing the shape of it on your tongue, and the way his eyes lit up made your chest feel warm for the rest of the night.

he learned yours just as gently, like it mattered more than breathing.

you talked more, as the days went on.

about small things. favorite foods. songs you liked. random thoughts that didn’t quite fit anywhere else.

he listened.

really listened.

not just waiting for his turn to speak, not just nodding along, but actually hearing you.

and when he spoke, you found yourself holding onto every word. because there was something about the way he said things that made them feel important. even when they weren’t.

even when it was just something simple.

like how he preferred walking in the rain over driving. or how he liked quiet places more than crowded ones. or how he thought streetlights made everything look a little softer.

“like the world’s trying to be kinder,” he said once.

you smiled at that.

“maybe it is.”

he looked at you then, something warm and almost… fond in his expression.

“maybe.”

—

one evening, the rain didn’t come.

the sky stayed clear, the air dry and still.

you stood under the streetlamp anyway, your hands tucked into your sleeves, your eyes scanning the road out of habit more than expectation.

he still showed up.

no umbrella this time.

just him.

and somehow, that felt even more intimate.

“no rain today,” you said.

“no,” he agreed, stepping closer.

but he didn’t seem bothered by it.

if anything, he seemed content.

as if the rain had never been the point.

as if you had.

you swallowed lightly, your heart picking up in a way you were starting to recognize.

“you still came.”

he looked at you, that same soft smile settling on his lips.

“of course i did.”

like it was obvious.

like there was no other option.

and suddenly, you understood.

this wasn’t about the rain.

it never had been.

it was about this.

about the way your days felt incomplete if you didn’t see him. about the way your chest warmed the second he stepped into view. about the way his presence made everything else fade just enough to feel manageable.

you took a small step closer.

just enough to close the space between you.

he didn’t move away.

his gaze dropped slightly, just for a second, to where you stood closer than before.

and then back to your eyes.

“enjin,” you said softly.

“yeah?”

you hesitated.

not because you didn’t know what you wanted to say, but because saying it would make it real.

and somehow, that felt terrifying and perfect all at once.

“…i think i was waiting for you,” you admitted.

the words hung in the air between you, fragile and steady all at once.

for a second, he didn’t respond.

he just looked at you. like, really looked at you.

his expression softened in a way you hadn’t seen before. something deeper. something warmer. something that made your chest ache in the best way.

“i know,” he said quietly.

your breath caught.

“…you do?”

he nodded slightly.

“i was waiting for you too.”

and just like that, it all clicked into place.

all the evenings. all the quiet moments. all the glances and soft smiles and unspoken things.

it wasn’t one-sided.

it had never been.

you laughed softly, a little breathless, a little overwhelmed.

“we’re kind of ridiculous.”

“a little,” he admitted, his smile widening just enough to show.

“meeting in the same place every day and pretending it’s coincidence?”

“yeah.”

you shook your head, still smiling.

“we could’ve just... exchanged numbers or something.”

“we could’ve.”

“but we didn’t.”

“no.”

you looked at him, really looked at him, and felt that same warmth bloom in your chest all over again.

“i’m glad we didn’t,” you said.

his eyes softened.

“me too.”

—

the next time it rained, you didn’t raise your hands.

you didn’t try to shield yourself, but instead just stood there, letting the first few drops hit your skin, cool and familiar.

and then the rain stopped.

or at least, it stopped reaching you.

you smiled before you even turned.

“you’re late,” you teased.

“traffic,” enjin replied easily, stepping in beside you, the umbrella tilting perfectly into place above both of you.

you leaned just slightly closer this time.

not by accident. not by coincidence.

on purpose.

he noticed.

of course he did.

you felt the subtle shift in the way he held the umbrella, the way his shoulder angled just a little closer to yours.

not enough to overwhelm.

just enough to be there.

steady. warm. real.

and as the rain continued to fall around you, soft and endless and quiet, you realized something.

you weren’t just coming back for the memory of that first night anymore.

you weren’t just hoping to see him.

you were choosing it.

every single day.

and so was he.

and somehow, that made everything feel even softer than the rain ever could.

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❝ apple juice ❞

              [ chapter 1: apple's got a brother ] after 2 weeks of radio silence, your best friend chosokamo shows up to your house with a very unexpected legal surprise

( ‼ ) dumb blurb from dumb choso fic im cooking because im chosopilled atm

ENTER: DAY 0

it all started twenty minutes ago. 

the night was young, and the midnight snack urges were strong. clad in baby blue pajamas and shielded only with sleep deprivation, you wandered into your kitchen. your face was still smudged with the ink from your notebook where you'd taken a "short" nap, but that didn't really matter. the addictive white light mascading from your fridge was more important. you peacefully made yourself a bowl of extra-chocolatey cereal, and ate your well deserved study snack in the comforting dark.

then came the knock.

not just one though. someone-or something- loudly rapped on your front door about six times. the sound conveyed a sense of urgency, which, at twelve AM, was a little suspicious. you didn't have any surviving relatives who would come to you in an emergency. no one called you like they needed 9-1-1 or oxygen or emotional support. you were pretty much alone.

perfectly fine by you.

but in your sleepy haze, you remained calm. you didn't wield a knife or pepper spray;  no, you were the pinnacle of self-defense. your shield was now a soggy bowl of cocoa puffs and eye bags, and you greeted your visitor with such exquisite weaponry.

a tall, muscular man with pigtails and a blackhead strip across his nose was attempting to catch his breath. he held some sort of pink bundle against his chest, like he was trying to keep whatever it was close to his heart. you rubbed your eyes and blinked. of course.

"it's too late at night for this."

of course your best friend was on your doorstep holding his little brother while sweating like he'd just lost a fight to a pacifist panda. of course he's here after two weeks of radio silence, where you couldn't even figure out where he was or check his location. of course you stepped aside and let him in, watching as he laid yuji on the couch and covered him with one of your many blankets.

of course, of course, of course.

"14 days. it's been 14 days since i've seen you, heard from you, got a 'yuji fell in mud again' text."

"I know."

choso was your best friend. of course you were mad, but worry was the real reason behind your anger. you were alone, which meant all you truly had left in this world was him.

you set your shield of cereal down and really looked at him. exhaustion lined his features, but when was that any different? other than that, he looked just about the same: still nose tattoo, still sleepy "I don't wanna be here" expression, still dark spiky pigtails, still jacked. 

still beautiful.

choso slid off his shoes and sat on the floor. out of sheer rejection of awkward situations, you did the same, mirroring his crossed legs and tired face. at the end of the day, you loved him way too much to stay mad at him. in your eyes, as soon as he knocked on your door, he, and everything else, was forgiven.

"I don't want you to be mad."

forgiveness protocol rescinded.

another difference in his demeanor showed up right away. you said his name twice, and each time he winced and continued to avoid eye contact. he was so guilty it was literally outrageous.

you squinted at his hoodie and denim jeans. (ital) no signs of blood there, but it was a possibility that he could have just changed clothes before coming here.

you craned your neck to glance at yuji's mop of pink tufts. what if the blood's on yuji? I didn't see him when he came in. does that make him an accom-

"relax. no one's going to jail."

a smile painted your face as you loosened your tense shoulders. "woah, you had me going there for a second cho! well, as long as you didn't kill anyone, then i'm sure it'll all be oka-"

"soikindofforgedyournameonchildprotectionservicesdocumentsafteryuji'sparentsdiedwhichmakesmeandyouhislegalguardians."

the words hit the floor between you like shattered glass.

you blinked once. twice. the fridge hummed. yuji shifted on the couch, pink hair spilling over the armrest, completely unaware that his entire life had just been legally restructured in your living room.

“you,” you said slowly, very carefully, like the wrong syllable might activate a trapdoor. “did what.”

choso didn’t look up. his shoulders were hunched, hands knotted together so tightly his knuckles had gone pale. he looked smaller like this, despite the muscles, despite the fact that he could probably lift your couch with one arm if he wanted to. he looked like a kid who’d been sent to the principal’s office and decided halfway there that running away would somehow make things worse.

“i panicked,” he said. “they were asking questions. about finances. about housing. about… stability.”

you laughed. it slipped out before you could stop it, brittle and quiet and wrong. “and you thought forging my name was the stabilizing move.”

he flinched. “i thought-” he stopped. swallowed. tried again. “i thought they’d trust it more if there were two of us.”

two of us.

you leaned back until your shoulders hit the cabinet behind you. the cold wood grounded you just enough to keep your knees from giving out. your brain was doing that thing where it latched onto the smallest, stupidest details instead of the obvious crisis.

“you spelled my last name right?” you asked.

his head snapped up. “yes.”

“middle name?”

“…yes.”

“hyphen included?”

“…yes.”

you nodded. “okay. good. that would’ve been embarrassing.”

the silence that followed was thick, heavy, stretching until it pressed against your ears. choso stared at you like he was waiting for a verdict. guilty or not guilty. Best friend or ex best friend. accomplice or accomplice-with-benefits. you weren’t sure which option scared him more.

“how long,” you said finally, “have his parents been gone.”

his jaw clenched. “twoweeks.”

two weeks.

your chest tightened. suddenly the two weeks of radio silence made horrifying sense. the missed texts. the unanswered calls. the location that never updated because he’d turned it off. he’d disappeared into survival mode and dragged a toddler with him.

“why didn’t you tell me,” you whispered.

his voice cracked. actually cracked. “because i didn’t want you to look at me like this.”

“like what?”

“like i failed.”

oh.

that one landed.

you pushed yourself off the cabinet and sat back down on the floor across from him. close enough that your knees almost touched. close enough that you could see the red veins in his eyes, the way exhaustion had carved shadows into his face like it’d taken personal offense to him.

“choso,” you said, softer now. “you didn’t fail.”

he shook his head immediately. “i don’t sleep. i don’t eat right. i don’t know how to talk to teachers or doctors or-” his voice dropped. “i don’t know how to be enough.”

you reached out without thinking and took his hands. they were cold. that pissed you off more than anything else so far.

“you’re raising a preschooler by yourself,” you said. “on no sleep. after losing your family. if that’s failure, then the bar is underground.”

his eyes flicked up to yours. just for a second. raw and exposed and terrified. then yuji stirred.

“[name]-pyon?”

your head snapped toward the couch. yuji was sitting up now, blanket slipping down his shoulders, eyes still half-lidded with sleep. he looked around like he was checking to make sure the world hadn’t ended while he was out.

“hey, buddy,” you said instantly, voice changing on instinct. softer. warmer. “did we wake you?”

he nodded, rubbing one eye. “i had a bad dream.”

choso was on his feet before you even realized you’d let go of his hands. but yuji ignored him completely, sliding off the couch and padding straight toward you. he climbed into your lap like it was muscle memory, like this was something you’d been doing forever instead of for the first time.

you froze.

then slowly, carefully, you wrapped your arms around him.

“do you want some apple juice?” you asked.

his face lit up. full smile. missing-tooth, end-of-the-world-avoided smile. “yes please.”

of course he did.

you shot choso a look over yuji’s head. something between see what you’ve done and i’m going to kill you later. he looked like he might cry again.

you carried yuji to the kitchen, set him gently on the counter, and poured the apple juice with hands that were only shaking a little. he kicked his legs happily, humming to himself while you handed him the cup like this wasn’t the most surreal moment of your life.

“are you my mama now?” he asked, very casually.

you choked. “i’m- i’m your [name]-pyon.”

he considered that. sipped his juice. nodded. “okay.”

choso turned away. absolutely not subtle about wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

later—because time had apparently decided to keep moving whether you were ready or not—you tucked yuji back under the blankets. he fell asleep clutching your hand, apple juice cup empty on the table beside him.

when you returned to the kitchen, choso was still standing there. waiting.

“there’s a cps worker coming in a month,” he said quietly. “they’ll check the apartment. schedules. food. routines. they’ll ask about us.”

us.

“i can move in,” he added quickly. “just until then. i won’t take up space. i’ll sleep on the floor if i have to.”

you stared at him. really stared. at your best friend. at the boy you’d loved in silence since you were sixteen. at the man who trusted you enough to forge your name onto the most important document of his life.

“you’re not sleeping on the floor,” you said. “and you’re not doing this alone.”

he exhaled shakily. “you’re… okay with this?”

you thought about your quiet apartment. your late nights. your freedom. your plans.

then you thought about apple juice. and pink hair. and a boy who was terrified of failing.

“yeah,” you said. “i guess i just met my new little brother.”

choso laughed. just a little. and for the first time that night, it didn’t sound like it hurt.

 EXIT: END OF CHAPTER 1

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❝ wifey ❞

             ㅤㅤdetective-turned-husband ryomensukuna headcanons !

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who’s the best in his agency, nd everyone knows it. not 'cause he brags, but 'cause no one else comes close

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who's got a serious work ethic and a no nonsense and a 100 yard stare that definitely is the epitome of his dissociation

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who works alone. always has. always will. partners slow people down, and sukuna doesn’t do slow

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who scoffs when his fellow detectives mention their work partners

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who sits in the far corner during debriefings, chair tilted back, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded; silent unless spoken to, and even then, barely

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who people whisper about. the larger muscled build, the stare, the way he solves cases like he’s already seen the ending. he hears it. doesn’t care

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who doesn’t need backup. doesn’t want it either

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who is dragged against his will to some loud, overdone celebration for his 100,000th case solved. cheap music, expensive alcohol, and coworkers he’d rather not acknowledge

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who is already planning his exit five minutes after he sits down

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who notices you the second you walk in, which is a huge problem for him

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who doesn’t stare… but his eyes follow. your posture, your confidence, the way you don’t try too hard like everyone else in the room

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who looks away first, jaw tight

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who’s halfway to the door when his boss calls everyone to attention

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who exhales slowly, already irritated, and stays, but barely

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who listens to the praise his boss gives him with a blank face. years of service. unmatched record. relentless dedication. yeah, yeah

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who stiffens slightly when the tone shifts

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who hears the words “a new partnership” and already feels his patience thinning

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who doesn’t react until you step forward

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who watches, unmoving, as you greet the boss like you belong there, like this was always the plan

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who goes completely still when you wave at him—like you already know him

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who barely registers the rest. the ring pressed into his hand. the cameras. the congratulations. the word "marriage" thrown around like it’s just another assignment

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who lets it happen, face unreadable, mind loud

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who drinks just enough to take the edge off, but not enough to lose control

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who feels it then. the way his mind screams betrayal, sharp and unfamiliar. he's not angry. not quite. but it feels like he's being cornered

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who doesn’t appreciate being handled

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who notices when you touch his shoulder anyway

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who glances at you, slow, measuring

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who listens as you speak, calm and composed, like this doesn’t shake you at all (“i know this is sudden… but if they paired us, there’s a reason”)

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who pauses at one word - “us”

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who catches the rest - "best in our divisions" - and something in him sharpens. since when was there another “best”?

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who says nothing. just nods once. controlled. contained

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who drives to the house they’ve assigned the two of you in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other resting near yours—but not touching

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who’s already decided: if you’re going to be tied to him, he’s going to know exactly who you are

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who shows up early the next morning and rips through the internal agency records like it’s a case file

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who reads. and reads. and keeps reading

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who pauses halfway through

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who mutters a quiet, almost impressed “…oh.”

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who finally understands. you weren’t overlook. you were just operating somewhere far darker than the rest of them

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who leans back in his chair, file still open, something unfamiliar settling in his chest.

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who realizes that you aren't the same as his insignificant little co-workers. you are much, much, much more interesting.

‧˚꒰ detective-turned-husband!sukuna . . . who realizes that just like a fresh case, he's dying to find out anything and everything about you

a/n: ts been sittin in my drafts since february 🤣✌part 2 coming eventually

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[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

it’s time for your girl to lock in for ap testing💔

[digikiiz]

chill pls dont remind me 🥀 aplit frqs bouta WHOOP MY ASS

[digikiiz]

I miss Rin 😭

HAHA no cause like me too.....but running a rp blog is hard....like i highkey ran out of motivation to post anymore.....or write.....im trying to find the spark again tho anon 🥹 ✌

[digikiiz]

❝ smoothie vs milkshake ❞

              a dumb debate with bf!chosokamo !

( ‼ ) me and my bf had this argument so this is inspired by him lol anyways what u guys choosing

smoothie or milkshake

smoothie !

milkshake!

Voting ended onApr 26

bro ts is so dumb pls dont read ts anyways

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[digikiiz]

❝ swipe like tinder 2❞

             ㅤㅤ "guess who i found on tinder" prank ft saeitoshi, seishironagi, alexisness, hioriyo, chigirihyoma, kuronaranze & oliveraiku !

( ‼ ) established relationships, crude humor, rlly suggestive in kurona's + aiku's (shush i have an obsession)

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[t0rt1-4ng3l]

i’m starting a tag game ig lol.

reblog this with the last song you listened to , i’ll start

@catteryz @vincian4 @asdcats @arlyonit @honeydewdrops333 @bestweirdgirlz @solstice-st4rs @depressedcryptographer @cytochrome-sea @celsius451

[iquitfindingausername]

@sanemistar, @showhay, @honey-i-love-chevy, @falsedivide, @nanaschef, @starspenxcie, @sxpernova, @his-lune (guys im so sorry for tagging y'all so much-)

[showhay]

‘s okay bby, tag me more 😈 i’m listening to a ton of sad songs since i’m finishing up the 2nd part of suna’s fic

tags (no pressure <3) : @fiannee @katzline @anzuuhoshi @renriiwrites @immortalblazethief @applepiblog @sevikas-butch @depressinglyobsessed @gurarchived @han0vyc @junni-berry @little-miss-existencialcrisis @kurumiumiu @x3nafix @reverd-ck @bigdaddyyaoii @nexyboo @misasprout @iquitfindingausername @tobioyaps @akaashiit @whenandfromanotherworld + anyone who’d like to join!

[reverd-ck]

thank you for da taag

i am always listening to something. everyone stream temachii more !!!

npt: @maiyz @livteracts @yinyqngg @riuvy @digikiiz @revoscroll + anyone else!!

[digikiiz]

renee-chan imma eat ur heart out if it bursts (aka ty for the taggggg)

sailorrr is life dont play w/ me

no pressure & srry for any unwanted tags 🥺 | @renkitte ; @viaaluvs ; @fumiscripts @naonaostrawberry ; @orpcsz ; @kumasakka (bro idk im nervously tagging all my fav writers + rebloggers🥀) + anyone else who wants to join in!

[digikiiz]

bye twin

freak

love you too

sayonara twin

[digikiiz]

heyy….whos ur txt bias 👀👀

YEONJUN YEONJUN YEONJUN YEONJUN and soobin BUT YEONJUN YEONJUN YEONJUN AHHHHHHH

soobin only recently became my bias but he's so cuteness 🥹

[digikiiz]

❝ swipe like tinder ❞

             ㅤㅤ "guess who i found on tinder" prank ft yoichiisagi, itoshirin, shidouryusei, & michaelkaiser !

( ‼ ) established relationships, crude humor, unintentional spelling mistakes prolly idk i rushed

is ts ass yes. is this trend like over now yes. did i post this js so i could post smthn cuz writers block is blocking yes.

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[icreamcake]

HOW DOES PINTEREST SEE YOU ?

search : celebrity shoes outfit purse. aesthetic place make-up look. car fav accessories fav fictional man & post the first photo .

✱ 　TAGLIST : @shiruigami , @jellissante , @viixa , @rosesforshoto , @st4rlightisa , @runaarinn , @solinadays , @kawoala , @httpskrys + anyone who wishes to participate !

[tobioyaps]

omg not a single thing related to haikyuu 😭😭 disappointed? kinda. but honestly i rewatched pride and prejudice in january and it was amazing. my chamber orchestra is also playing a piece from it❕mr darcy is so akaashi core okay. anyways yes i absolutely love emma watson she’s so gorgeous. i dont have those exact uggs BUT i love my uggs nonetheless

@akaashiit @whenandfromanotherworld @lovelovelovetooru @ochacoca @showhay @yunwangja @jellissante @chocorocku @forseishiro @barelyalivesstuff @youlilys @asthmaticasma @sincerelyruu @kurumiumiu + anyone else that would like to do so❕

[yunwangja]

i swear i didnt make the celeb one up LOL i was like really.. i was gonna choose the next one but i run on a strict program jk. also idk the mood feels all over the place LMAO. TBH im upset about the fictional man... it didnt show my any of my faves... just that... smh

@lvtilzs @jiaennie @x3nafix @reverd-ck @sanzuholic if u guys want or anybody!!!!

[reverd-ck]

thank you for tagging me heh!!

oh my god why is oikawa there. he's only there because i needed to find good images for my smau series shoots myself in the head. industry plant car. the rest are cutee ^^ it's so shein trashy core. wowwww! pinterest thinks i'm still in /that/ phase of my fashion but heh whatever. billie eillish woah

tags if you want no pressure pls: @maiyz @showhay (i took oikawa from u i'm sorry) @yinyqngg @riuvy @digikiiz

[digikiiz]

holy shiet im late ty for the tag renee-chan

now how tf does pinterest know i used 2 have a crush on hiro when i was 12 man 😒 other than THAT im proud of the bricks i placed 💪

@renkitte DO IT RAT🙈🫵 ; @cupidsdescendant ; @skythe-crazy-bisexual ; @introvertedafrican & anyone else who'd like 2 participate!

[digikiiz]

if i encounter one more yuji x gojo piece of media whether it be fanart or fanfiction or fanWHATEVER i WILL harm someone...

dont pmo. thas a grown ass man shipped w/ a 15 year old. ive seen fanart of the CHILD of gojo x yuji. ive seen SMUT FICS of gojo x yuji. what the fuck bro.

give me satosugu. give me chosoyuki. give me yutamaki. but NEVER GIVE ME GOJO X YUJI. i pray this piece of the fandom never finds me again. shit ill take itafushi, who are canonically two MINORS BTW, over gojo yuji or wtv that horrible ship name is

if you wanna shit on me for "hating on fanart/fics that are an expression of creativity" idc ts is nasty and is still gross no matter if you age yuji up OR NOT???? like yuck....

[digikiiz]

❝ home run ❞

             ㅤㅤ pro baseball bf yujiitadori headcanons !

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who always looks for you as soon as he steps onto the field

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who grins so hard when he spots you that his cheeks start to hurt

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who who's getting shoved and teased by his teammates but he has to blow you a kiss first

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who pats the thin dainty silver necklace you got him 'cause it's his good luck charm

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who shouts you out at the end of every game whether you're cheering in the crowd or from your living room

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who who absolutely loves it when you wear his jersey

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who could totally go the afterparties and the parades and countless drink filled get togethers, but he would much rather celebrate with you, in your arms, hearing you tell him how great he was

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who once convinced you to throw him a ball so he could practice and immediately regretted it when you hit him right in the nuts

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who visibly flinched every time you came within a couple feet/meters of a baseball after that

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who dreams of having a daughter with you so he can do her hair and teach her his best tricks and maybe turn her into the queen of softball

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who can easily pick you up and manhandle you because he's just that muscular

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who had you sit on his back while he did 2 reps of 50 pushups because "training session just started baby, and i need you to help me get in shape"

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who texts you from the dugout "did you see that? all for you <3"

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who can only recover form a bad game by cuddling and watching hallmark movies with you all night long

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who's (clearly) very open about his relationship with you, to the point where you've had to study his moves so meticulously just in case you run into his fans in public and they start yapping about how amazing he is

‧˚꒰ probaseball!bf!yuji . . . who always dedicates his home runs to you, his lovely girlfriend <3

a/n: is it apparent that idk how baseball works....

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[throw-a-dog-a-bone64]

pic crew game!!

tag your moots and whatnot!!

heres the pic crew!!

@shale-wo @kangelboyfriends @ultimatehimechan @ikhebptsd @dra1nedbl00d @crya-pear

[yourno1hater]

The body in real life .

@randomfriendlyloser @engelderhydra and anyone else who wishes to join . .

[randomfriendlyloser]

aww you look adorable!

there wasnt much to do on this picrew tbh/nm

@say0rithought @incandescentlamp @xyuriloverx @lun4-4ft0n4 @niitroglycerin @sanyaisstudying @naia06 @obsessedtillidie @fightingalloftheseangels @andez4u @connectedbyflesh @bubbled016 @about-that-teenie-girl2 @yuyukinaa @blueeemoonsobs @npdmonika @whydonamesevenmatter @wrinkled-pap-er @bahnggreen @boyfrie @yuriwinter @gnabnahcgi @lucahasthoughts @kawaiibugzlover @missinghxw @lotusangel222 @mochiifrappe @96princess @stup1dfvck1ngpi3r @tearstainedvalentines @hrrrtbeat-jiro1128

[96princess]

im so thankful to be @ hehe

Everybody get more gay!!!!!

@let-you-down @bigbugeyesforher @blahaj-dead-in-water @if-i-sawhim-idstill-kiss-him +openn

[bigbugeyesforher]

I lowk wish there were more Asian looking eyes lol plus more facial accessories, ive got so many moles but not enough space LOL.. not a lot of options. I'm also realizing I didnt even change the eye color.. imagine its just black lol

@bubblemintfairy @pyeongwha @sl33pyniko @thinkingaboutangel

Open.

[thinkingaboutangel]

I love these so much! Picrews are so fun

@princessmarii @premieramourz @victoriasprince @futurecwrpse @mwrried @bubbasgum @scythe-faerie-official

@cup1ds-arr0ws-ox @verdantlyatomic @craziestsharkeva @abcdefgoodboy

And anyone else!!!!

[dwtective]

this is so late, but thankyou for the tag!

/nf — @bemusedrodent @kair0s-in-space @anomaloc4ris @sell-my-soul @puribwun + literally anynyan else . . . I tagged a bunch of people on my evil sideblog already too :}

[ssnogcb]

{:

[bonehilda-deactivated20250504]

@nyx-lacrymaria @tiredthing-idk @not-so-myconid-witch

[not-so-myconid-witch]

it's me! this is totally what i look like! (i wish)

also here's (an approximation of) an oc of mine. her name is ophelia marigold. this is a very inaccurate depiction of her though because for entirely unknown and strange reasons the picrew doesn't have options for black ichor tears or dolljoints. truly a mystery why the picrew maker didn't include those totally not hyperspecific options!

[liminality4leaves]

hai:>

@witchofjam @hiimhdere @definitely-not-a-plant @magicalgear

[magicalgear]

Tysm for the taggg!!! :3

Elf ears for the first time :p

No pressure tags: @tiredthing-idk @skythe-crazy-bisexual @kullaniciadi222 @pennyroyald @icheisselucii @readingshrimp + whoever wants to join!!

[skythe-crazy-bisexual-deactivat]

@digikiiz @tofumiarchives @tired-xyra-urstruly @mimizzzu @munznia

[digikiiz]

omg wait guys

uh @renkitte @cupidsdescendant @reverd-ck

they should have a nose piercing option tbh