Euphoria

deadchi would be Remembered forever 😔😔 angst and angst. I'm 18+ lmao (some people block when they see ageless blogs 😭😭😭)

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ALL. OF. THIS.

[ilovebokutokoutaro]

Fears

Shoko x reader, gojo x reader, brother geto

Warnings: substance abuse, alcohol(?), cigarettes, kinda suggestive, and idk? wlw Obv. Enjoy. Read with the song.

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Shoko had always wondered what it'd be like to be in love with someone, would it feel like how everyone else describes it? Would it be sharp and stabbing, constantly bringing the person to attention no matter how much you avoid liking them, no matter how many times you refuse it? And would it ache as bad as what people claim it does when you see them in someone else's arms? Would it suck to let them go after having them for what you thought would be eternity? Shoko needed answers in a way that would feel experimental, in which she wasn't a subject. but right now, right at the moment where she stood she was just one.

One should never fall for the kind ones, maybe it would've been better if you were as beastly as she was, maybe it would've been better if her hand was tangled in your hair, cursing at you, telling you how fucked up you were. But oh too bad, life isn't fair like that, you have to be the nicest, most fragile person she could've met, completely unaware of the storms in her head. and honestly, if shoko was really really honest with herself, she could tell it was all her fault.

One more rule, never fall in love with your best friend's sister, it's a cliché troop, and a lot of people want just that. She should've known that when she first saw you brightening up when that certain white haired freak first entered your vision. Of course it was a better troop to be in love with your brother's childhood best friend than the one he found in college. Geto had to be the cruelest of them all, fuck him for introducing you to her.

No, Shoko didn't deserve it. She wouldn't ever, she only deserved that bitter smoky cigarette in her hands, she only deserved the burn in her throat and the sting in her eyes, she claimed it was dust, but dust doesn't burn the heart the same way it burns eyes. It was her fault, and she remembered that when you first met her too.

All sweet and amazing and strong and Beautiful and charming and cute and ethereal in that outfit she'll never forget, she hated your hair so much, she hated how they curled up in her finger unlike anyone near her, unlike anyone in her vicinity. So many men and women she had met and dumped, oh? Was it karma? Fuck it, she wouldn't know. It might as well be.

Because you had your arms around satoru a year after she did the same to you. Ditched you. She should've known, you were cruel and selfish like that. No, it had to be your fault no matter what, she couldn't bear accepting her fears were the problem. And it was too late either way.

It was only a kiss, that was all it was supposed to be. just unfortunately that one and half year earlier, when you first entered the club by geto's side, in all your glory, dressed like her biggest dream and soon to be nightmare. Greeting people like you were born for it, mingling immediately, and gojo stood by her side too, a little too startled by your presence. "Oii?? Is that y/n? What the actual fuck?" Was how he greeted geto and he just sighed, "yeah, she's in town for some internship? Project, meh idk...wanted to have some fun while at it so here we are." He replied. All three of them turn to look at you, except shoko never stopped, flirting with the bartender for a drink.

Shoko should've known it would be so so bad, but she just sucked in a sharp inhale from her cigarette, one gojo snatched immediately. "Dammn bruh, she grew up huh?" Geto just hummed to it, whatever the fuck, cause how was shoko supposed to know all that gojo knew about you, all three of you grew up together. Unlike her. She met them like 2 years ago.

"stop drooling" she commented, physically forcing herself to look past you. You weren't her type, or actually no one else was ever her type, she hadn't hooked up or dated anyone like you, because she never met you before, the epitome of shoko's type.

Still the epitome of her type, even in gojo's arms. Even when giggling and dancing with him like you were never supposed to be with her. Only him.

Fuck this, she should be out. She couldn't possibly watch anymore of his hands on you, the insomnia was bad enough. And because she had chosen to walk away again, to someone else, this was probably all she had to give to you. And unluckily for you, you had noticed that ages ago, and today as well.

You couldn't help but wonder why, why was she the one who had to look that distraught, why was she so pathetic. You loved the mole on her undereye, so why did it look extra petty today? Mocking you because you wouldn't ever be the one to kiss it again, never the one to make her smile so hard it crinkled ever so slightly.

It pissed you off, how she took puffs after puffs from that terrible cigarette, you hated how it tasted, yet each time you looked at her, you had this insane urge to taste just that. And so you did, flipping your hair away from your face, grabbing the cigarette from your lover's hand, taking a puff and exhaling it right into his mouth. The kiss was bitter, as it should be, just how you wanted it. But it still didn't taste the same, and God you were so pathetic, so guilty when you opened your eyes in between to look at shoko, her body shuddering at the eye contact.

God you hated it, how she lowered her gaze, dropped the cigarette in the ashtray, pushed the man dancing all over her away and she walked away, just like she did that time.

"no.....No? What? Then...why?" It wouldn't make sense to anyone else whatever you were saying, but it did to shoko. Because she was the one who got you sputtering nonsense.

"What do you mean you don't want this?" As if whatever she had said earlier wasn't fucking enough. Stupid stupid you. You should've known. "Exactly what I said." Oh oh what a cruel answer, it had tears bubbling up in your eyes Instantly. God, you were stupid as fuck for believing this lady could ever love someone. She was fucked up.

"I don't love you, I don't want to be with you, I hate this." She had repeated in hopes you'd understand what a freaking liar she was. Only, you didn't. You took her words at face value, like everyone should. Like everyone does. If only shoko knew that too. She was shaking, trying so hard to force the words out of her mouth. 'no...I was lying, I love you please see, please look at me please please' if only shoko knew the only way people hear you is if you speak, because after that you never looked up at her, until today. And you wished you hadn't.

You wished you hadn't given in to her the first time you met her either. Shoko was the one who pushed you away, she wasn't supposed to be walking out, nor was she supposed to come back to grab her phone, nor was she supposed to look at you once again, in gojo's arms, completely forgetting about her when he hooked a finger inside the hook in the back.

God she fucked up, and she knew it when you teared your eyes away from her, the look you had for her was terrible, petty? Hatred? Somewhere on the same lines. But the way you looked at him? Eyes wide as you smiled from cheek to cheek and he giggled right back. She wished you'd look back again when he picked you up and gave your eyes a huge smooch, she wished you'd look at her just once more when he walked back with you to the exit. But your eyes only had his, you were so happy with him. Something she couldn't ever give you.

And so she walked away, only a single kiss to be shared and still only your memories engraved in her head. Her eyes were teary, hands shaking around her phone, she had fucked up. God she wished she could take it back, the steps. Because unfortunately she had found herself back in the parking lot, where you stood, making out with the love of your life, Gojo Satoru. He was the one who took off your dress now, and he was the one who had you from head to toe, your curls entangled in his fingers. Not hers, never hers.

A sharp breath and she turned around, tears gathering but never falling, and she walked and walked and walked until one tear fell, then another and then another and she was completely alone. Or so she thought.

Because geto sat a feet apart, cigarette burning his eyes the same way hers did, and she could tell he had smoked a whole lot with the cig butts around him. He was sitting with his knees to his chest, and when he looked up at her, he puffed up a laugh. "You look so ass" he commented and she would've insulted him back if he didn't look just as bad.

And so she took off her heels, walking barefoot on the grass and plopping down next to him, stealing one cigarette from his packet and lightening it up with his as if she was entitled to the same pain. "Why are you here like this?" She asked, and he looked at her with the eyes she knew too well. "Same reason You are" he muttered and she looked at him jokingly "you love y/n too?" "No. I love satoru"

What the fuck?

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May turn into a series who knows

[corpseprize]

the reality of being a writer

[ilovebokutokoutaro]

A Weapon?

Gojo satoru x reader

Warning: mentions of death, blood, grief and all that stuff, not proofread, uh enjoy?

Better with any sad song of your choice ig

Gojo satoru has gone through all types of heartbreaks, lost his best friend, watched people die, watched the love of his life die...but nothing prepared him for the collapse he witnessed of a house that was filled with you.

Was it the last straw? Maybe. Because he was on his knees the moment the house started breaking down. Nothing in this world could've prepared him for your death but as the house fell apart, your memories smashed down bits by bits. He felt himself begging whatever God could hear him for it to be a dream, a nightmare and whenever he woke up you'd be back in his arms.

His students and colleagues watched him fall apart, his eyes never leaving the scene unfolding. The dim light that was left in his life after you left died in an instant. He couldn't take it. Shoko knew, nanami knew, his students knew. There were barely any smiles for him after you died but maybe this had killed him completely.

Oh how they wished they could've prevented it, stopped the loud shatter of his heart. How they wish they could save the strongest. The strongest yet the weakest in the moment. He couldn't cry, couldn't breathe, his body shuddering as the collapse finished. Nanami hurried to kill the dumb curse lurching around that resulted in this fall.

Most would expect The Gojo Satoru to be enraged, kill the curse himself and kill everyone in sight as he lost all his remaining sanity. But that wasn't the case, maybe that would've been better, maybe him screaming and crying when you died was better than this, because watching him tremble, eyes wide open and dry, as he stared at your now collapsed house shook everyone to the core.

No one has witnessed the fall of the strongest, and they wished they had not, because that only proved that he was a human...not a weapon. Never a weapon. He was never supposed to be a weapon. Maybe that was what bothered them, the fact that they've been unconsciously treating him like one.

He hadn't felt so much in a while, quietly submitting himself to the endless missions, but never far away, not ever far enough to be away from your shared bedroom, from the way the ghost of your scent lingered in the air of his house. Never far enough to lose you completely. But now it was gone.

It was all gone and he knew nowhere was left for him to hold on to you, he wished so desperately to have been inside the building as it fell, when you passed away he was busy, very busy with the missions, with making sure Megumi was okay, Megumi loved you, not that he'll ever accept but he was practically raised in your shadow.

He was so busy he forgot you were gone, holding on to your unwashed clothes, dusting your heels, even your towel laid on the same hook you left it, nothing removed from your touch until today.

He wished he had cried enough, begged enough, or screamed enough, he wished he cared about himself the way you did. The last batch of pastries you baked for him was still in the fridge, he ate a teaspoon of it every 2 days, he was supposed to have it today. He was supposed to live there with you forever.

The balcony still had your ashtray, the last two cigarettes you smoked still rotting in it, the ashes washed away with wind and he wished he could taste the bitterness off of your lips one last time, he would sit on the little carpet your bought for him everyday, head resting on the chair as if it was your thigh. It ought to be, it used to be.

Everytime you couldn't sleep you'd sit out there smoking, looking out in the world that took you away from him. And he'd come sit by your feet, knees folded to his chest and head resting on your lap. You were one crazy couple weren't you. Gojo satoru had loved you like no other man would ever love anyone else but his love wasn't enough to make you stay. Not enough, not even close.

And so there was a shake in his knees when he got up again, a drag in his feet as he forced himself towards the ruins of what once was. His fingers clamped tight in his palm as he walked up on the rumble, dust flying away and over his neat white hair.

He walked and walked, limping towards where once was your kitchen, one of the few places you loved. He could see the freezer door somewhere along his way, he could see the glass shattered too, the blindfold thrown somewhere he didn't remember. And then he fell back down, bare hands clawing through the broken walls and roof. It stung, it bled, each torn piece he held stained in red, one last reminder of what he owned.

He rushed, bent down desperately as his lower lip wobbled, even his 6 eyes couldn't undo the blur in his vision as tears stung past his eyelashes, the warmth reminding him of how you smooched his eyes whenever he was too tired. The tears falling on his hand reminding him of what he had lost. And no one dared to approach him, a silence so heavy even his ragged breath was loud enough to shatter it. Little sniffles as he dug through the rumble, until he found whatever he was looking for.

His hand dug inside the small entrance he had created, sure to be torn up when he pulled it out, blood dripping down and yet again reminding everyone present there that, he too, was no more than a human. A small diamond ring, twisted weirdly now that it was crushed, in his hand, once in yours too.

Your engagement ring, one he gave to you in front of all these people, Megumi was the closest to where gojo stood and all he could do was shudder at the way his black slumped, his hands coated brown and black and red as he held on to the ring.

His guardian was all but a human to everyone else. The strongest, the bravest, until he wasn't. Not strong enough or brave enough to stop the sting in his fingers, or heal the cuts in his hands, not strong enough to stand straight or sit straight as he kneeled and repeated your name like a prayer. Like that'll make you come back.

And nothing else could be done except stand there and watch a weapon break apart, shedding layers of shields and armour until all that was left was a bare human being, just a grieving husband, a friend and when it all was discarded, gojo stood in a pile of mess specially curated to make him fall apart, specially for him to become more inhumane than anyone else.

[s-silk]

ㅤ⊹ㅤ` Ꮺㅤׅㅤ ᥴ u t e ძ i v i d e r s ﹗ . 𝝑𝝔

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[ilovebokutokoutaro]

These are so freaking cute I love em

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[ilovebokutokoutaro]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥

-𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Contrary to how nanami behaved with everyone else, strict, rigid, unshakable, every now and then he'd melt into a puddle on your shared bed, wishing you were here with him every waking moment. Nanami didn't hate his job(s) as much because of the work, but he hated them because it meant he could not be with you 24 hours a day.

It pissed him off, made him want to throw a fit, cling onto your legs like a koala when you left for your respective job, but the man he was, all he did was grab your hands and give you a goodbye kiss before dropping you off.

He missed you, so much more when he breathed your faint shampoo on your pillow, oh well you both slept so attached to the hip, it was almost his own pillow too. "Baby" your voice brought him out of his daze, bringing him into another one as he stared at you, you had gotten home before him, taking hours in the shower (it was twenty minutes but he couldn't process time when you were gone so well). Oh you looked heavenly to him, enough to creep a faint shade of red up his neck.

"mhm" he mumbled, muffled against the sheets, his shirt half opened and tie losely hanging against his neck, how sensual he looked as he looked at you with drowsy eyes, shirt crumbled under his weight, belt undone as he waited for you on your shared bed.

Meanwhile all nanami could think was getting down on his knees and worshiping you all over, feeling all the more hot and bothered as he saw your hair falling gracefully down your back, he loved your long hair loved how it smelt when he hugged you, loved the long strands he'd hold and kiss every now and then, your neck dripping with water and steam as you stared at him breathless, wayy too relaxed in his white shirt, one you stole from him and wore to bed every now and then.

It was big on you, and he loved the way it was but a little translucent, your body so inviting and he swear he felt himself stop breathing when he saw the way the shirt slipped a little down your shoulder.

Oh how he loved everything about you, your hands, the ones you held his face with oh so carefully as if he'd break. Your nails, tracing down his back, your thighs, hair, eyes, neck, waist, the way your collarbone peeked under the shirt oh so slightly, and the way your breath hitched when he sat up on the bed, the way your eyes travelled down from his face to his chest, tie now open from him rolling around (silently throwing a tantrum for not having you in his arms the moment he got inside the apartment) he loved the little gulp you took when your eyes met his.

"ken" it came out more breathy than you expected as your fiance slowly got up from the bed, inching closer and closer to you before he was towering over you completely.

"hey.." he whispered leaning down against your shoulder to leave one chaste kiss before coming up again, one hand pulling your waist so so tight against his body, and another contrary to it very delicately tracing the fingers up your thighs, under your shirt, a breathy chuckle coming up that had you flushing as he realised you weren't wearing anything underneath it.

Your neck straining hard as you stared up right into his eyes. "Mmmhh" you responded slowly pushing your neck even higher, wishing he'd get the hint to just kiss you already. The hand holding your waist tightened and the one tracing your body was instantly down your thigh, hoisting you up in one swift motion.

A small gasp leaving your mouth at the sudden movement which he engulfed with his own lips, oh how you craved this man, eyes instantly closing as he moved back until your back touched the wall, arching at the cold sensation penetrating through the seamless shirt, which made nanami push against you with even more pressure.

You loved kissing him like this, so close you almost felt like you had mixed into him. And he loved the way you clung onto him like he had all the power, his heart jumping at the way your fingers slowly grabbed a fistful of his hair as he devoured your mouth.

"kento" you breathed as you broke the kiss, his mouth instantly going down to kiss down the sweet trail against your neck, body shuddering against him.

"welcome back, love" he sighed in your ear and your whole world felt complete to finally be in his arms, no matter how little time you spent apart you just fell more and more in love with this man. And you wished nothing in this world ever ever took him away from you. You wished he had left his job.

Your body yet again wrecked with sobs as you clutched his fav blue shirt against your chest the memories flooding your brain like a poison because he was no longer there to hold you like that and he would never again be, because no one would ever love you like he did and because you would never love someone like you loved him, because you couldn't even see his face one last time, body distorted and you hated jujutsu world even more now as your ring finger burned in pain, the ring pushing against it with how tightly you closed your fists into his shirt. And oh you so wished you had kissed him twice as hard when he left that night in urgency oh you wished you had just stopped him all together. Because now your kento was never going to hold you in his safe arms ever again.

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A/n: hellow! Thank you for reading hehehe if you want you can read this with a song for more feels.

Maybe "ordinary by alex Warren wedding version" because that's what i was listening to while i wrote it!! Bai baii have a greatt day!!

[crimsolyn]

[weltenwellen]

Grief in Three Bodies: A Conversation by Victoria Chang, Prageeta Sharma & Khaty Xiong

[ilovebokutokoutaro]

Hiii, idk how you're feeling rn but I saw the post with the gojo meme and idk but something urged me to ask you if you were feeling alright. So, are you feeling alright? If you feel burned out or stressed, don't worry it will go by soon, hope any struggle that comes in your life finds its way out. Also hope life treats you well from now on 🫶🫶

Sending hugs and kisses your way so you feel better <333

Hey...thank you so much really! This means so much to me right now i cannot stop my tears, life is hard I'm in college, there are so many assignments to do, my mother has cancer (she'll be fine ik she's recovering) my grandfather is terribly ill and today specially i felt so down and hopeless. This got me up to try again i feel so less lonely thank you so much I'll never forget this msg my entire life! I don't even open this app much but luckily i did today haha. I hope God gives you the kindness you give to other people right back! Thank you so much 🫶🏻🫶🏻🎀

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[ilovebokutokoutaro]

Nightmare

Suguru geto x reader

Warnings: heartbreak, a lil rushed, break up, depression, self hatred a lil, self blame, angst. Very small since I've no energy for writing much rn.

Overview: suguru was the warmest person you had ever met, never did you ever think he'd leave you feeling this cold.

You should've known.... should've seen it coming...but you couldn't. You couldn't help but forgive the innumerable times you were ignored by him, couldn't help but love him to your very core until it started the crack. And even then you couldn't stop. You'd love him through the cracks.

It had been a year since gojo and suguru went for a mission which ended up really really bad. A year since your relationship with suguru went down the drain. Ever since that happened all suguru had for you was anger, frustration and then on an odd day a he'd shower you with love...maybe that was what kept you up.

You saw how heartbroken and destroyed he was and when you heard what had happened you had rushed to him so fast you couldn't even understand the moment he crashed into your arms, sobbing uncontrollably asking you where he went wrong.

Next year remained with you constantly reassuring him and him ignoring you because he was so indulged in his own self hatred. There was nothing you could do. It hurt, it hurt sm. You just wished he'd somehow turn back into the suguru that cared, your boyfriend that cared.

"hey.. are you okay?" Another day of asking him if he was okay, knowing he'd lie. 'You're not enough for him to tell you the truth' your brain screamed, you were exhausted. Hurt. And physically even worse. "Yeah I'm good." He replied, voice so monotonous you didn't even have the courage to ask again.

you're not enough you're not enough you're not enough.

"okay.." you whispered sitting in his arms as your heart broke over and over again. You wished he'd come back, you wished he was still in love with you. Prayed to every god you knew to heal him in any way possible.

And God did. He healed him, at the cost of his sanity. "I'll kill all the non sorcerers" he uttered and you choked on your own spit. "You will what?!" You yelled, for the first time in forever. "No no suguru what are you saying come here..." You refused to believe this, he can't be leaving, walking towards him you had realised how far away the suguru you knew was.

"no y/n I've made up my mind...i need to leave" he sighed in annoyance as you rushed towards him. smacking your hand away, he could see the buried hurt bubbling up in your face again. You wondered if he could see, if he could tell how your conscience was breaking more and more.

"you can't!" You yelled, eyes desperately begging him to rethink this, to maje him remember you were something 'you don't matter' you brain answering almost immediately. "You know that i can...maybe if i was satoru it would have been easier but that won't stop me" he stated and you could see the resolve, there was nothing that could've gone worse.

"baby...no please" you finally broke down, hands clutching his arms with so much agony he could feel it burning through his veins. Finally you were crying, finally he was soothing you, pulling you in his chest as he begged for forgiveness. It did not matter anymore though, nothing you would say could've stopped him from leaving.

And there he went, leaving you yet again in your own misery, leaving you to wander in your own insecurities that he had pulled out all over again. 'he left' 'you're not enough' 'why would he do this to you' 'why why why why' no questions will ever be answered. No one could take away the pain of watching the only person you had ever trusted with you betray you in the worst ways possible. "I love you, it wasn't your fault" he had reassured but you were far too gone to ever trust anything he says ever again.

You just wished it was a bad dream, a horrible nightmare you could wake up from but sad for you you'd have to watch the nightmare unfold even when you were awake.

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A/n: just went through a break up so break up ff for ya all. Suffer with me.🥰🎀💖

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[ilovebokutokoutaro]

Heavenly potato give me some luck too🙏

[ilovebokutokoutaro]

Rebound

Minho x reader

Warnings: well angst obviously, no happy ending, breakup, idk if i missed any but this one is light ig

Oh you hated it, the way he instantly pushed his head down, the way his mouth opened to get in a little sharp breath, the way his hands tightened to fists, the way he turned away and all the while you watched, there was only one question in your head. 'Why can he not look at her?'

Right. You wouldn't ever understand, they had something you had pretended you both had too for so long, she left him astray and you couldn't help but doubt if he loved you or were you just a rebound, just a bandaid over his bleeding wounds, barely containing him from going insane and merely there to keep him sane.

Was that all you meant to him in the end? You were too afraid to ask, because the answer wouldn't be the one you needed but the one he wanted. "Minho" you called and watched him shut his eyes watched him exhale past the tears building up in the eyes you sought comfort from. "Minho!" You called again and he flinched, answering without meeting your eyes.

"yes, love" he gritted his teeth at the name and you followed with a gulp.. "can we leave....please?" You asked and he nodded getting up without facing you once, he bid goodbyes to his friends and there were nothing but awkward glances towards you by them.

You wanted to hide, laughing at how the only man you had loved your whole life embarrassed you to death in front of people he deemed to be his best friends, everyone could see it. The way minho's breathes sharpened as she entered the big room and you had decided you've had enough when he left without even glancing at you.

"goodbye" you smiled knowing everyone is the room had an idea that you'd be meeting them for the last time today. The ride home was long and you hated staying in the same car as him. You could feel embarrassment bubbling up and tingling in your whole body and shuddered, catching your lover's, or was he? Attention for the first time in the night.

"what's wrong?" He asked and you chuckled satirically, "what's wrong?" You mocked him and he frowned barely paying attention to the road anymore, it was empty either way and with how embarrassed you felt you'd rather just jump outside on the empty road than stay with him.

"should've looked at yourself when she entered the room." Oh pathetic way to start, very pathetic. "What?" He snapped and you couldn't hold it in anymore. "You fucking teared up in front of the whole room, you were shivering minho. If that is how big of an effect she has on you..then why the fuck am i here?" You asked, looking at him after so long you barely recognised him.

"that is not true." He stated gulping, oh he knew it was. It was everything but a lie, you were right and he hated it. "It's not her, it's just the things that happened between us y/n you shouldn't assume." He defended. "Yeah after a year if all that still affects you i support you, no i really do if you were almost on the verge of weeping from the bad memories I'm here minho. But tell me is that all??? Really? Does she mean nothing to you?" You questioned and minho turned towards you in haste, pulling the car to a stop.

"yes, she means-" he stopped when his eyes met yours, you were looking at him so desperately barely containing the tears. "Please minho is that true she means nothing to you?" You asked again, a tear falling past your eyes, you made no effort wiping it when the look you dreaded crossed his face. "Y/n..." He started trying to grab your hand but you pulled away.

"if what you say is true, why? Why does everyone look at me like I'm the one who means nothing when she's there? why can't you answer my question? Why do you tear up at the sight of her? Does she really mean nothing...or am i the one who means nothing?" You interrogated, accusing him of things he knew were too true to be declined.

"no i swear-" he gulped. "I swear she means nothing to me" he stated, avoiding your eyes, big mistake. and you sobbed watching the lie seeping through his eyes. "no. Don't lie, look at yourself." You cried and he lowered his head. Eyes tearing up at the situation. "I'm sorry.." he started and you laughed. "sorry? After a fucking year? You tell me you're sorry after a year of being together? I gave you time minho. So much time. But this is it. You leave me at a hotel for today, I'll come to gather my stuff tomorrow." You sighed, wiping away your tears. Comforting yourself with the thought that you could cry alone after he's gone, everything hitting you off at once.

Oh you did not want to breathe anymore. You did not want to be here either. Minho's ex girlfriend had cheated on him and you were best friends with both of them, not only did you lose your best friend but you were somehow pulled to love minho knowing he was and never will be over her.

He didn't cheat, yeah. But nor was he ever over her. Not when he couldn't cut her off his life after more than a year of breakup, not when he would still shiver at the sight of her, as his best friend you understood but as his girlfriend you hated him. You hated him to the core.

And when you were alone in the hotel room sobbing so hard you couldn't breathe, maybe then it occurred to you that you were nothing but a rebound, a pathetic, useless rebound to minho. Maybe that's why you stayed up the whole night crying, and maybe that's why nothing in your life felt worth it anymore. But one thing you knew was, you'd be past this, maybe life was as mean to you as it could be but you knew you'd be over it and maybe this time the one holding your hand wouldn't hold it to gather his scattered pieces but because he would scatter without you.

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Happyyy newww yeaarr tooo all of youuu thank you for reading🥰🥰💞💞

[ilovebokutokoutaro]

Futile

Minho x reader (part 1/ part 2)

Warnings: break up, angst, mental health, suicidal tendencies, angst angst and angst haha.

"honeyyy come!! Come here i want you to meet someone" wooyoung screamed in a high squeaky voice and you smiled. It has been years since you last felt so alive, but working on your mental health and letting him in your heart was a good decision indeed, he was the nicest guy you could've ever met, except for minho. Yes. You thought about him still. A lot. Not because you still loved him but because of how guilty you felt for treating him the way you did.

If you were to go back you'd still break up with him, but maybe save him some heartbreak, maybe prove to him that he deserved all the love in the world even if you couldn't give him any. Oh how you wished you could just tell him how sorry you were. And you were a little hurt yes, you wished he'd ask more. You wished he gave you one more chance to prove yourself but yeah it was all your fault to begin with.

"go y/n he's been screaming so loud my ears will burst" seonghwa almost cried and his bride laughed, you were in the after party of one of your soon to be husband's best friend. Yes. You were engaged to wooyoung, oh how life played, never would you have guessed but here it goes.

Wooyoung was a lovely guy, and when he first met you you were on the verge of dying, the first time he met you, you were crying, shaking as you made your way to the hospital, sobbing as blood seeped past your nerves, asking for help for the first time in your life. Wooyoung was a assistant doctor and immediately got up to you, picking you up and rushing inside half panicked. Later you got to know it was his first day.

That guy gave you life when everything else was taken away, and you were grateful, so in love and thankful God gave you him. You could never begin to explain what all wooyoung has done for you but one thing everyone knew was he had saved your life and made you into the happiest version of yourself.

"y/n see how cute!!" Wooyoung yelled running towards you with a baby in his arms, a small baby boy and oh god your heart almost stopped as you watched him coddle the baby close to his head. "HE'S SO CUTE!" Wooyoung exclaimed. Oh you always wondered where he got so much energy from. "yeah!" You smiled, the baby was quiet, eating his own hand as he stared at you with big doe eyes, slightly resembling your old lover.

"hey there" you cooed, coming closer to him as you pressed a gentle finger to his cheek to which he smiled and made you grabby hands, surprising indeed but he seemed to like you.

"wooyoung! Omg you scared me don't run with him like that ever again" you heard a familiar voice and there it was, minho. Right in front of you. You couldn't believe he was here, what a small world. Your eyes blurred as you came face to face with him, both of you as shocked as the other.

"um... Hi!" You mumbled awkwardly and wooyoung was immediately on edge, connecting the fact the minho you told him about was the same minho who was bestest friends with seonghwa. Wooyoung could feel his skin crawling at the way you reacted but you smiled and held his hand, comforting him with a look of nothing but love.

"honey can i talk to minho for a moment?" You asked him and minho squeezed your hand before letting it go and getting the baby out of your arms. "Yes...just know i love you.." he uttered and you couldn't believe how much you loved him, you had always told wooyoung you wanted to apologise to minho once and the fact he respected it meant so much to you.

"hi.." minho mumbled and you could see the way his eyes were slightly relieved to see you. "you.... I'm so proud of you y/n" minho mumbled as wooyoung made his way past both of you and you couldn't help but tear up at the words. "I'm happy now!" You told him and did an awkward shrug and minho chuckled, tearing up himself.

"i know" he sighed and you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. "is he yours?" You asked referring to the baby and minho nodded, making you smile harder. "He's so cute...." - "I'm glad you're happy-" you both said at the time and sighed.

"minho... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for everything." You told him, finally and he laughed shrugging it off as he asked more questions, and you too did, turns out he got married last year when his girlfriend got pregnant.

Oh how things turned out to be, a few years before and you could've never imagined Minho wouldn't be by your side but here we go.

"things will get better" he said but right now you could see no way that could make your heart open up ever again, no way that could make your tears stop, no way to stop the pain burning up in your eyes and chest, no way to fill up the empty space caused by your own mental illness, by your own heart.

You never thought you'd be past this, and back then you could've never guessed that minho was indeed right, both of you did a few things wrong but he loved you and so did you, and now both of you were happy. Wooyoung proved to you that just because not everyone could love you through your illness someone will always. And minho's girlfriend taught him he was enough even if someone else wasn't willing to show it to him. You both learned, both hurt, now you both were living, and nothing could've been better.

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Alright here is part two as requested. Ik this must not be what you all wanted but i wanted to give them both a happy end they deserved. Thanks for reading i love you all

[jl-micasea-fics]

hi, someone is posting spanish translations of your works on wattpad: wattpad (.) com/1331872277-%F0%9D%97%95%F0%9D%97%B2%F0%9D%97%B5%F0%9D%97%B6%F0%9D%97%BB%F0%9D%97%B1-%F0%9D%97%A7%F0%9D%97%B5%F0%9D%97%B2-%F0%9D%97%9F%F0%9D%97%B6%F0%9D%97%B4%F0%9D%97%B5%F0%9D%98%81-%E2%9A%A1%EF%B8%8E%F0%9D%98%9A%F0%9D%98%92%F0%9D%98%A1-%F0%9D%98%9A%F0%9D%98%9B%F0%9D%98%9C%F0%9D%98%8D%F0%9D%98%8D%E2%9A%A1%EF%B8%8E-%EF%BD%A1%E2%86%B7-%F0%9D%95%B7%F0%9D%96%8A%F0%9D%96%8A-%F0%9D%95%B8%F0%9D%96%8E%F0%9D%96%93%F0%9D%96%8D%F0%9D%96%94-%C2%A1-%E2%80%A2%E0%AC%93-%C2%B0

Fuck my fucking life. Again?

If y'all could report this thieving cunt I'd be hugely grateful. Looks like they've stolen reactions from multiple writers. When will people understand that giving 'credit' will never excuse plagiarism.

𝓪𝓷𝔁𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 (@BROWNNIEBOY_)

★ ̶̲. ࣪ 𝐢 𝐥♡̵𝐯︩︪𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. ⋆ ࣪ 𖠗 -------------------------------- Only Stay ot8 ...

Tagging those that have been plagiarised from, the work is in the book 'Behind The Light SKZ Stuff':

@ballerinainskzville @jae-bummer @gimmeurtmi @yxngbxkkie @astraystayyh @thevampywolf -multiple works @ilovebokutokoutaro @emithecharmer @dreamescapeswriting @stayandot8 @luvyeni @azurez @skz317cb97 -multiple works @propertyoftoru @svngiem @svngiem-remade @shinehyuk @feelbokkie @cinhomi @odxrilove @catiuskaa @nicolagreta -both parts of your series

[ilovebokutokoutaro]

Guys please report them. Wtf is wrong with people nowadays man!?