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hi it's me again... i reread the apartment we won't share cuz i like to torture myself, apparently... oml. i just can't imagine being in reader's shoes. the fact that in just 2 years, he's managed to move on, get married with a baby along the way, and suddenly like flowers... a part of me wants to think fuckk did he even love her đ reader deserves so much better and should be with someone who will appreciate her... but then the diehard gojo lover part of me is like nooo make him crawl back to her and begggg woops. anyway just sending my flowers again because the writing was phenomenal you absolutely hammered a nail into my heart đđ
HI AGAIN BABE Iâm both concerned and very honored that you reread it but please protect your heartâŚâŚâŚ..
And YES that was exactly my intention! I wanted people to question whether Gojo actually loved her or not. Maybe he did, maybe he didnât from the start, and thatâs why it was so easy for him to move on. Who knows :3 And I did originally think about making them reunite (hence the âDo you think thereâs a chance we could talk again?â WHGKGHSD), but I didnât want to turn it into cheating, and more than that I wanted reader to be able to heal and be happy with or without Gojo (because she absolutely deserves someone who would choose her every single time)⌠so I held back đ
OKAY THIS HAS GOTTEN SO LONG but genuinely, thank you so much for rereading it and for coming back to send this. It means more than you know that it stayed with you and made you want to talk about it again AHHHH the fact that you took the time to write to me twice makes me so ridiculously happy đĽšđ Iâm truly so grateful
babes, I just read "the apartment we won't share" and I'm sobbing. First of all, your writing is absolutely beautiful đĽšđĽš Second of all, why!!!!!!đđ Oh, the emotions! I think I physically felt everything reader would've been feeling while I was reading it. That was sickeningly beautiful ughh đđ
OMG STOP this is so sweet, thank you so so so much đ𼚠Iâm literally smiling so hard reading your ask right now my cheeks hurttt. Iâm sorry for the pain (insert tiny evil grin) but Iâm also really glad the emotions came through the way I hoped they would. I was actually kinda worried it might come off boring or bland, so this makes me so happy <3 :,)
Also, I havenât been writing in a while so Iâve been feeling a little insecure about my work⌠but this genuinely makes me feel more confident :,) thank you so much!!!!!
THE APARTMENT WE WONâT SHARE
pairings: gojo satoru x fem!reader contents: non-sorcerer au. light angst. hurt/comfort. ex-lovers. regrets. what could have been-ism. talks of pregnancy and marriage life. happy ending. synopsis: Years after your breakup, you run into Gojo Satoru againânow married and living the life you once dreamed of having with him. Now, all you have left is to face what your love couldâve looked like after itâs already over. word count: 3,1k
inspired by the apartment we wonât share by niki / art by _3aem on twitter.
You donât remember stepping out of the elevator.
One moment youâre watching the numbers climbâ28, 29, 30âand the next youâre standing in a carpeted hallway that smells faintly of polished wood and something expensive you canât quite name. Your employees hover behind you, arms filled with meticulously curated arrangements of flowersâwhite lilies, blue hydrangeas, imported orchids carefully wrapped in silk paper that rustles every time someone shifts their weight. Itâs the largest private order your shop has ever received. You should feel proud. Excited, even. Instead, you feel like youâre standing on the edge of something you buried two years ago.
âIs this the right unit, maâam?â one of them asks.
You look at the door.
Unit 32G. Gojo.
Omg Iâm so so so sorry for accidentally baiting all of you into thinking itâs a happy ending. In my defense, the ending is technically happy because reader heals and grows and chooses herself, but now I feel bad. And apparently this is NOT light angst... I only tagged it that way because I didnât feel that sad when I proofread it. Iâm so sorry Iâll fix the tags I promise đ
THE APARTMENT WE WONâT SHARE
pairings: gojo satoru x fem!reader contents: non-sorcerer au. angst. hurt (probably no comfort). ex-lovers. regrets. what could have been-ism. talks of pregnancy and marriage life. bittersweet⌠not really a happy ending? synopsis: Years after your breakup, you run into Gojo Satoru againânow married and living the life you once dreamed of having with him. Now, all you have left is to face what your love couldâve looked like after itâs already over. word count: 3,1k
inspired by the apartment we wonât share by niki / art by _3aem on twitter.
You donât remember stepping out of the elevator.
One moment youâre watching the numbers climbâ28, 29, 30âand the next youâre standing in a carpeted hallway that smells faintly of polished wood and something expensive you canât quite name. Your employees hover behind you, arms filled with meticulously curated arrangements of flowersâwhite lilies, blue hydrangeas, imported orchids carefully wrapped in silk paper that rustles every time someone shifts their weight. Itâs the largest private order your shop has ever received. You should feel proud. Excited, even. Instead, you feel like youâre standing on the edge of something you buried two years ago.
âIs this the right unit, maâam?â one of them asks.
You look at the door.
Unit 32G. Gojo.
Thinking about Sukuna, who, despite not showing it blatantly, is very caring and observant. Sukuna isnât the type to make a big show of caring. He doesnât fuss. Doesnât coo. Doesnât hover. But he always notices.
He notices how youâve been a little off these past few days. A little clingier. A little more tired. Slightly irritated at nothing. The way you linger around him more often, like you just need to be near him at all times. The way you sigh dramatically over the smallest inconveniences. The way you get genuinely upset over a video of a baby monkey looking for its mother.
Your period is coming, and he knows itâeven when you donât.
âIt shouldnât have started for at least another week, I swear! I know it can start early, but I donât want it to,â you cry, curled up on his bed, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach. âAnd I donât know why, but it hurts more than usual.â
You look so fragile like this.
Sukuna doesnât say anything at first. He just sits down beside you and pulls you into his side, firm but careful. One arm wraps around your shoulders. The other settles over your lower stomach, his palm warm and steady, applying gentle pressure as if he can physically ease the ache out of you.
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Thinking about Sukuna, who, despite not showing it blatantly, is very caring and observant. Sukuna isnât the type to make a big show of caring. He doesnât fuss. Doesnât coo. Doesnât hover. But he always notices.
He notices how youâve been a little off these past few days. A little clingier. A little more tired. Slightly irritated at nothing. The way you linger around him more often, like you just need to be near him at all times. The way you sigh dramatically over the smallest inconveniences. The way you get genuinely upset over a video of a baby monkey looking for its mother.
Your period is coming, and he knows itâeven when you donât.
âIt shouldnât have started for at least another week, I swear! I know it can start early, but I donât want it to,â you cry, curled up on his bed, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach. âAnd I donât know why, but it hurts more than usual.â
You look so fragile like this.
Sukuna doesnât say anything at first. He just sits down beside you and pulls you into his side, firm but careful. One arm wraps around your shoulders. The other settles over your lower stomach, his palm warm and steady, applying gentle pressure as if he can physically ease the ache out of you.
love means never having to scrub your own back
in which fushiguro toji learns that love can be quiet, gentle, and as simple as running a bath and scrubbing your back. â toji x fem!reader. domestic fluff, slice of life. 1,4k wc.
Toji is still learning how to love. He never thought of himself as someone who was particularly good at it. If heâs being honest, heâs never really loved anyone before youâmaybe thatâs why love always felt unfamiliar, like something he was doing wrong without knowing how. But he canât deny itâthe feeling of loving and being loved feels good.
Maybe it was you, and your hundred and one ways of showing love, that slowly rubbed off on him. Or maybe heâd always had this in him and just never had anyone worth trying for. All he knows now is that he wants to love you properly.
The thought crosses his mind when you suddenly plop yourself down beside him on your shared, run-down leather sofa you both kept meaning to replace but never did.
Toji turns the TV volume down without thinking.
âLong day?â he asks.
He opens his arms, and you immediately settle into them, nuzzling your head against his broad chest. You take a deep breath, and the clean scent of laundry detergent from his shirt fills your lungs. Itâs warm and cozy, like always. His chest has always been your favorite place to rest. As you ease yourself deeper into his embrace, a quiet sigh slips past your lips.
âYeah.â
For a long moment, neither of you speaks. The silence lingers, filled only by the low murmur of some random TV show Toji had put on. Youâve always loved moments like this. Every quiet second with Toji feels comfortableâit was never heavy, never suffocating.
in which you see roommate!sukuna play a game and get asked to join in (by satoru and suguru). â roommate!sukuna x fem!reader. fluff fluff fluff. 1,8k wc.
Roommate!Sukuna may play some games in his spare time, but he is by no means a gamer. Between baseball practice and the constant stress his teammates put him through, games are just something he uses to unwind. He doesnât care about being good at them. He mostly sticks to cozy ones that wonât give him unnecessary stress because itâs only to shut his brain off for a bit.
Like tonight.
He barely gets home when Satoru and Suguru drag him into a Discord call and beg him to play Minecraft. He rubs his face in defeat, already imagining how annoying those two gremlins are going to be. Heâs tired and has morning classes tomorrow, but playing for an hour or two wonât kill him, right? Plus, he could really use something to distract his brain. So he heads to his room, drops his bag by the door, settles into his chair, and logs on.
You donât even notice that Sukunaâs gotten home at allâat first. Weird. Heâs usually very loud, and you can sense his presence even when youâre in your roomâdoors slamming, shoes kicked off, something always clattering. (Itâs so loud and annoying you almost hate him for it.) Itâs only when you pass by his room to check if heâs back yetâso you can ask him if he wants to order some takeout with youâthat you realize heâs already here.
in which you wake roommate!sukuna because you canât cook for yourself and are too hungry to sleep. â roommate!sukuna x fem!reader. fluff. 602 wc.
Roommate!Sukuna canât help but groan when he feels his body getting rocked by some unknown force. He tries to ignore itâbut the more he does, the more insistently his body is shaken back and forth.
Heâd just come home from a day-long baseball practice. It was already past 10 p.m., and all he wanted to do was sleep. He was exhausted, muscles sore, brain fried, with absolutely no energy to entertain whoever was disturbing his precious rest. The only response he manages is a low, irritated groan.
But whoever keeps rocking him clearly doesnât know when to quit.
With the last bit of energy he has left, Sukuna forces his eyes open. Kneeling beside his bed is youâsmall, teary-eyed, hands clenched tightly in the soft folds of his jet-black blanket like itâs a lifeline.
He groans even louder. His brows knit together, eyes sharp as they bore into you.
âThe fuck you doinâ in my room?â
â¤ď¸ characters listed in alphabetical order / links sorted from oldest to latest work â¤ď¸
FUSHIGURO TOJI
love means never having to scrub your own back / 1,4k wc
GOJO SATORU
the apartment we wonât share / 3,1k wc
RYOMEN SUKUNA
roommate!sukuna saves you from starving / 602 wc joining roommate!sukunaâs game / 1,8k wc boyfriend!sukuna taking care of you on your period / 1,3k wc