Sentimental Idiot

She/her/ 21/ Just your resident Sentimental Idiot who enjoys writing Pro Sasusaku!!!! I’m that’s ship’s ride or die!! I accept one shot and prompt requests!!

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Account and Ao3 Update

Hi everyone,

I wanted to take a moment to share something important with you. I’ve recently made the decision to remove most of my fics and works from Ao3—going from 41 pieces to just 7.

First, I want to apologize to those of you who enjoyed my writing and found yourselves revisiting it. I know how much stories can mean to us, and it makes me so happy that mine could be that for some of you. Your support, no matter how big or small, has meant more to me than I can put into words.

Writing has always been deeply personal for me. I’ve always dreamed of calling myself a writer—not necessarily in a career sense, but as someone who could create something meaningful with words. Since pursuing it professionally isn’t an option, I threw myself into writing as a hobby. For years, it felt like a lifeline, something I could pour my heart into and share with others.

I first started writing when I was 11, full of ideas and excitement. That passion fizzled out after a couple of years, and for six years, I didn’t write at all. When I finally came back to it, it was like falling in love again. I would spend hours writing and revising, completely immersed in creating stories that felt alive. It consumed me in the best way possible.

But somewhere along the way, that fire dimmed. I’d set aside entire days to write, staring at the screen for hours, unable to put a single sentence together. And as much as we, as writers, like to say that we write only for ourselves, external validation does matter. I would pour my heart into a piece, dedicating hours to it, only to get little to no response. It’s not that I expect the world to celebrate my work, but when your effort feels invisible, it’s hard not to lose motivation.

Being a small writer is tough. It often feels like fighting an uphill battle, screaming into a void where no one can hear you. You put the same passion, care, and hours into your work as bigger writers, but your voice is drowned out before it even has a chance to be heard. It’s a lonely and demoralizing experience that leaves you questioning why you even bother.

In my case, I started shifting my focus to writing things I thought people would notice, things I knew might get traction. Ironically, my most popular work—the one with the highest numbers—is the farthest from who I am as a writer. The content doesn’t feel like mine, and while the numbers brought some fleeting joy, the story itself doesn’t. I don’t see myself in it.

What I wish, more than anything, is for the stories that truly reflect me—my introspective pieces, my silly ones, the ones that come from the heart—to get that same recognition. Those are the stories that feel like home to me, and I want to focus on creating more of them.

That’s why I’ve decided to take a fresh start. Over the next year, I’ll be reworking, editing, and polishing many of the pieces I’ve taken down. I want to revisit them with the care and love they deserve and create something that feels true to who I am now as a writer. When they come back, I want to be proud of them—not for their numbers, but for their heart.

To those of you who have supported me through all of this, thank you. You’ve kept me going, and your encouragement has meant the world to me. Being a small writer may feel like shouting into the void most days, but knowing that even a few of you are listening makes it all worth it.

Thank you and will post soon <33

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/53163367/chapters/166784017

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whenever I see the people who subscribed to my Shoko fic I get all sentimental -- like omg yall 🥹🥹

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omg I posted another chapter within 10 days of the last chapter update-- kinda wild when I sit down and do the things I wanna do THEY GET DONE! New chapter of my Shoko fic!!!

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MY FIC MADE IT TO 4000 HITS!! WOOO!!

might be a small number to some in terms of fanfics compared to the chapters I have for it and all but this story is so important to me-- and although my execution of the story might be lack luster (sorry im all passion no skills) I love this story and think about it all of the time!! To those who still read it, or keep up with it, thank you so much!! I appreciate every single person who has read it, or has it on their read list!! Love yall!!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

HEHEH I LOVE THIS CHAPTER LWK

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It’s cold here, Gojo thought to himself.

It was the first thought to cross his mind once he had become lucid. Everything was dark—the cold feels dark. He realized that he had been asleep, or maybe knocked out— he wasn’t entirely sure. But he knew that he was out for a long time. Or at least that’s what he thought.

But he still wasn’t entirely awake…

His eyelids were shut tight, but once he gained more consciousness, he realized that he wasn’t in the dark— there was a beaming white, bright light right above him. 

He flinched at the sudden difference. The light hit his pupils through his eyelids. 

His body felt paralyzed. From what he understood through his senses, he was laying on a cold, maybe metal table, with a light shining over him. 

Where the hell am I? 

His eyes, though hesitant, slowly opened. Giving enough time for his eyes to adjust to the screaming white light. 

His eyes opened entirely after a few minutes of adjusting to a shining medical light over him. He’s seen this light enough times from spending time in infirmary rooms to be able to instantly recognize it. 

“Where am I?” He mumbled, feeling another presence in the room. 

“You’re in a morgue,” a distorted voice spoke. He couldn’t tell whose voice it was because it sounded like multiple people speaking over each other at the same time. Male, female, child, high pitched, and low pitched voices, all overlapping. For the first time in a long time, he was genuinely terrified. Unable to move, unable to tell who was with him, and entirely disoriented. 

“Why am I in a morgue?” He tried to sit up but was still unable to move. There wasn’t a weight on him preventing his movements, rather he felt entirely disconnected from the rest of his body. 

“Because, you’re dead,” the voice responded nonchalantly, “People end up in morgues when they are dead,”

“But I’m awake. How can I be dead if I’m awake and talking?” He spoke as if the mortician was missing the obvious. 

“You died 3 hours ago,” the voice responded, “I even signed your death certificate,” Gojo moved his eyes down to look at the paper the person was showing him. He tried to get a glimpse of the person in the room with him. But all he saw was an unrecognizable silhouette. The person displayed and pointed to Gojo’s time of a death and read aloud the cause of death “Traumatic hemicorporectomy,” they read before folding the paper and putting it on a clean counter space, “It means you died from being cut in half. Blood loss, internal trauma, the spinal cord being cut through, obviously, all of those are givens,” 

“That can’t be true,” Gojo replied in disbelief, “I won. I know that I outsmarted and—” 

“But you didn’t,” the silhouette moved from the side of Gojo’s body to above his head. Blocking some of the bright light from hitting Gojo’s eyes directly. 

“But— that means I’m actually dead…” he started to panic realizing the gravity of the situation, “You have to let me leave from here! My students they need me—“

“Hush now, I have to get you ready for the funeral. You have to look good for it— for everyone,” Gojo suddenly felt a damp sponge gently patting his forehead, “I’m really good at what I do…even if it is you. I’m not going to let you distract me from my work,” and with the start of her sentence. All the other voices slipped away to reveal one singular voice. 

“Shoko?” Gojo squinted his eyes trying to see who’s head was above his. 

Her image became clear as Gojo felt a drop of water fall to his forehead. It was her tears. He saw her crying, her tears streaming down her cheeks hiding from view as they fell behind her surgical mask. 

“Shoko…” He became even more panicked as he realized that Shoko truly thought he was dead.

“You can’t talk anymore, I have to prep your body,” she wiped the tear from his forehead and grazed her fingers on the stitching she made along his forehead hours earlier.

“I’m not dead! Shoko, stop messing around!” His voice was frenzied. 

“I’m not,” she picked up a makeup brush and started to streak it across his forehead. Making the stitches not so apparent. 

“Then why are you talking to me? How can I speak if I’m dead?” “Maybe because it makes you feel less guilty. Or maybe because it makes the most sense for you to see this part. Or maybe this surgical light is what heaven is to you,” She pointed to the light with her free hand, not moving her sight from her brush application on Gojo’s forehead, “Y’know the ‘shining bright white light’ that everyone claims to see when they pass on,” She put the makeup brush down on the rolling tray, “I’m also assuming because I’m the only one here, you saw everyone else already?” 

Gojo’s eyes widened as he realized that he had seen all of his friends who had already passed on. Nanami, Haibara, Suguru… “Yeah,” he replied weakly. 

“Hm,” Shoko just looked down and locked eyes with Gojo. 

“Will you be okay?” 

“No,” She shook her head slightly, “You left me,” 

“I didn’t mean to,” his voice laced with sadness. If he was able to move he would have embraced her, put his hand on her cheek, anything to give her comfort. But here he was, unable to move, lying still on the metal table. 

“That makes it worse…” She replied bluntly, pulling down her medical mask to reveal the rest of her face. 

Gojo frowned. 

“Sorry… Just never thought there would be a day where I would be living and you wouldn’t. You really made me think that you were forever…” 

“You’re angry, I get that—“ “You’re naive Satoru, naive and wrong,” She brushed the strands of loose hair away from his face, “I’m not angry. You were always more human than me, and here you are…dying, the most human thing someone can do,” 

He looked at her softly, “Shoko?” “Yeah?”

“Was there a meaning to any of this? To the lives we lived?” 

She chuckled lightly, “You’re asking me that?” 

“What better time to ask than now,” he tried to smile through his fear. 

Shoko thought for a moment. She gave a downturned smile, “There isn’t...” She bent down sightly and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, “But you, Satoru, meant the most to me…” 

Everything faded from Gojo’s view and senses..

It’s cold again…

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/53163367

Y’all I’m back with a new chapter of my Shoko fic hehehe

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Sakura raced out of her room and made her way to the door of her apartment. The consistent ringing of the doorbell for the past 15 seconds was loud enough to wake up her two roommates, Ino and Hinata, who were both fast asleep in their own rooms. Granted it was 3am— any reasonable person would be asleep at this hour.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered under her breath, conscious of the fact that her roommates could wake up at any moment and be caught in the same fright as her. 

She looked through the door’s peephole and saw the familiar figure standing outside, swaying back and forth with his head bowed. But he was far too recognizable for Sakura to mistake him for anyone else. 

Her eyes widened with worry as she unlocked and opened the door. 

“Oh my god are you—“ Sakura’s concern halted as she noticed his inability to remain still, the red glow beaming from his face, and the grin he couldn’t hold down, “Are you drunk?” She spoke louder than intended as her brows furrowed and the look of concern disappeared from her face. Now replaced with utter bewilderment. 

Sasuke, slurring his speech, raised his hand adjacent to his face and twirled his wrist, “Soooo what if I —happened to be?” Clearly drunk.

“Were you crying?” She squinted trying to get a better look at his face. 

He wiped his face with his hands, “Noooo, not me” Clearly lying. But Sakura was too confused with the situation at hand to press further at this moment. 

Sakura peeked her head out the door and tried to check if he was alone or how he exactly got here. Not seeing any car driving away, she deduced that he didn’t ride-share here, “Did you walk here? In the middle of the night? Sasuke that’s so dangerous—“

Sasuke threw his hands up into the air, “Psssh! What do you take me for? Some idiot? Of course I didn’t walk!”

“Oh thank god,” Sakura put her hand to her chest as she sighed with relief. 

Sasuke dropped his arms down, hitting his thighs with a loud slap, “I drove here,” He pointed to the ground. 

“Oh my god,” Sakura took a hold of his wrist and dragged him inside. Once they made it to the couch she sat him down. She walked over to the kitchen to grab him water to sober him up. It was clear he was well past the stage of being tipsy and was proper drunk. “Why are you here anyways?” Sakura asked genuinely as she handed him the water. 

Sasuke moved the water being offered to him and pointed at Sakura, accusatorially, and said, “I only came here cause you don’t love me!” He looked at her with wide eyes. 

Sakura’s eyes widened as she put down the glass of water on the coffee table and covered Sasuke’s mouth, “Shhh! Are you crazy? My roommates are asleep,” Trying to maintain a low level, but angered, whisper, “Will you be quiet now?” Sasuke nodded rapidly as Sakura moved her hand away from his face. 

“You don’t cherish me,” He spoke as he tapped her nose, “So ta-da, I’m here,” he spoke as he did jazz hands next to his face.

“What?” Utter confusion could be detected from her tone and facial expressions. 

“I—well, I just needed to know. Can you blame a guy for wanting to know?” He shrugged with exaggeration flowing through his body language. 

Entertaining his drunkened state, Sakura inquired further, “And how did you get to this conclusion?” 

“I went to a trusted website and through the help of an algorithm, it calculated all of the data from our—“ He gestured between the two of them, “Whatever we have, and it gave me a percentage: 42%… Meaning, you don’t love me,” He whispered the last statement with narrowed eyes and a finger pointing to Sakura as if she had committed the crime of the millennia. 

“And what was this so great, mankind changing, earth shattering website and algorithm called?” Sakura spoke, knowing that what Sasuke was spouting was bullshit. 

Sasuke dropped his hand and his accusatory face. He shut his eyes tight and put his hands out, “Buzzfeed quizzes, but that’s besides the point—

Sakura raised her brows “Uh huh,” 

“It said 42%! That’s even less than half!” He raised his voice again as Sakura covered it immediately. Shushing him in the process. 

She whispered at an even lower level, “And do you think that’s accurate?” Clearly trying to point out, even to a very drunk Sasuke, just how absurd he was.

Sasuke removed Sakura’s hand from his mouth, “You tell me woman,” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. Revealing to Sakura a screenshot with the results. She made sure to notice the time it was taken. He took the quiz a mere ten minutes before arriving here. 

“Oh my god, really?” She asked him, disbelief laced in her words

“Don’t you ‘oh my god’ me,” He spoke mocking her voice.

“Well how can I not when you’re acting this ridiculous,” Her own voice being louder and intended. 

Sasuke put his finger against Sakura’s lips, “Shhh, your roommates are asleep,” His voice, far from a whisper as well. 

Sakura backed her head away from his touch, “Why did you come here anyways?”

Sasuke leaned back against the couch and pouted, “I don’t like that it’s 42%” He crossed his arms as he let out a huff of air. 

Sighed as she handed him the glass of water, “Sasuke, it’s just a stupid quiz, it means nothing,” 

“Fine then you take a quiz that proves how much you’re in love with me!” His eyes locked with hers, a playful glint not hiding carefully within his eyes. 

Tired from his constant loud outbursts, Sakura took Sasuke’s hand and took him to her room, explaining to him on the way how he is too loud and the room will be the only shot she has at not waking up her roommates. 

She sat Sasuke down at the edge of her bed, as he subsequently fell back and laid down, making himself comfortable. She opened up her laptop as she took a seat next to him on the bed, “I will take the damn quiz if it means that you will give this up. And once we see how stupid it is, I will call you an Uber and you will go home. Deal?” 

“Whatever you say…pretty lady,” He looked up at her with admiration in his eyes. Sakura just rolled her eyes and went on to look up a Buzzfeed quiz. 

He shot straight up and ruffled around to see how Sakura answered. Sakura moved the screen out of his sight as he pouted.

A few minutes passed by as Sakura clicked the last answer to the quiz, “Just finished it,” She said as the screen was loading the results. 

“What did it say?” Sasuke asked with a grin 

Sakura shrugged as she looked at the score, “Same as yours. Apparently I do love you 42%”

Sasuke grin widened, “Bullshit,” he called, “You turn pink when you lie, and right down your hair and face are the same color. What did you get?”

Sakura closed her laptop on her lap, “I’m just embarrassed cause this is ridiculous and— Hey!” She yelped out as Sasuke managed to snatch the laptop away from her. 

The same second he opened it, Sakura was able to reach over to shut it again. But it was too late. 

Sasuke grinned as his smile overtook his entire face, “89% huh?” 

“Oh shut up,” Sakura stood up and yanked the laptop from Sasuke’s lap

Sasuke stood up and began to taunt her, “Ooh you looooove me,” He said as drew a heart in the air with his index fingers. 

Sakura scoffed, “Ugh, no I don’t,”

Sasuke took ahold of her hands, “No no you looooove me,”

Sakura instantly retracted her hands, “It’s a meaningless quiz and you—“

“Cmon Haruno. You know you love me,” He taunted her further. 

“Oh, shut up,” She crossed her arms and the pink blush across her face began to intensify further, “I’m so tempted to give you one more shot so you blackout and I don’t have to deal with you anymore,” 

“Doesn’t hide the fact that you loooooove me,” 

“I regret answering the door now,” She shook her head as she looked away from him.

“But you’d do it again,” He paused with a smirk. 

Sakura smiled as she scoffed and looked down to the ground, slowly nodding, “Yeah…I’d do it again,” 

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I had posted this on my Twitter earlier :

Seven years ago today, I genuinely wasn’t sure I’d see another day. I nearly didn’t make it 


But tonight— Im sitting alone in the quiet of my living room, and Im looking at my Christmas lights illuminate the dark room It’s so pretty and I know I want to keep seeing them—year after year, for the rest of my life

Things are touch and go from time to time, but we handle those as they come along

Thank you to those who make enduring all of this easier day by day <33

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my first post on here yayayy, have a sketch I made of jeff

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PLEASE DONT MAKE ME GET A JOBBBBBB

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I FINALLY GOT FEARLESS TV FUCK YESSSSS!!!!!

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one of these weekends imma clean up my AO3 slowly edit everything-- combine some stories that build on top of each other or can fit into a series yk

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I wonder if people have ever liked my fics enough to share them or even talk about them with other ppl

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