cause when i’m with him i am thinking of you, thinking of you
after months of holding on for nagi (not seishiro, just nagi), the pain of friendship finally became too much for you… the intimacy of your relationship with him had become too much. you ghosted him. completely. stopped answering texts, stopped following after him, stopped having sleepovers.
reo was still your friend. and he was happy for you. happy that you weren’t lying to yourself anymore. happy that you were finally starting to let go.
or so he thought… reo, being a good friend who was worried about you, had fallen into the groove of what you and nagi had done. reo slept over with you, curling into your sheets nightly. reo watched movies with you, his favorite being the truman show. reo fell into nagi’s role with ease, letting you play with his hair. whatever it would take. anything for you to move on.
but he didn’t know. didnt know that every second with him, you were thinking of nagi… nagi… nagi..
what you would do if you were the one who was spending the night (spending the night, spending the night)
when you walked home, it was alone most of the time. nagi and reo were still friends. you expected that. nagi was reo’s treasure. he wouldn’t let go of him over something like unrequited feelings. it didn't bother you. reo would end up at your place eventually. he always found a way. like someone else you know
but sometimes, reo would pick you over nagi. he would walk you straight to your house, no nagi detour, and make himself right at home. he’d flop on your bed, putting on a movie, like it was nothing. like someone else you knew.
the truman show was different from eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, but why did both of their favorite movies have to have jim carrey? after the amount of times you had watched eternal sunshine, it was hard not to look at truman and see joel. jim carrey was joel to you for so long, now he was just supposed to be truman?
and obviously, reo would fall asleep in your bed watching the truman show, his uniform discarded somewhere, cuddled into your pillows and plushies. arms open wide for you to join him. like someone else you knew.
the ease, the carelessness, the nonchalance that both boys had over such a level of intimacy made you feel like a foreign creature. this was not a normal friendship. there was no way.
but despite that, you werent going to lose your other friend. its better to be in someones arms than alone. even if those arms inviting you in werent the ones you wanted.
oh i wish that i was looking into your eyes, looking into your eyes, looking into your eyes
you hated it. when you were tangled in the sheets with reo, his arms wrapped around you, you shut your eyes so tight and imagined it was nagi. when you were running your fingers through reo’s hair, his head perched in your lap, how could you not think of nagi?
how could you not close your eyes and imagine his snowy locks, his grey eyes looking up at you, bored and blank. reo’s purple eyes had too much emotion. he looked at you like you were a person. like you brought him joy. why couldnt seishiro? not seishiro. nagi.
but still, you missed him. when it came down to it, you would pick seishiro’s bored eyes over reo’s vivid ones a thousand times over. even though you shouldn’t. even though it would hurt more.
if seishiro came to your door right now and just walked in. you would let him. you would let him flop on your bed and mess it up. you would let him cuddle into your neck, chasing your warmth.
you would let him do it all over again. you would go back to your painful routine, just to look into his eyes again. just to be close to him again.
oh won’t you walk through and bust in the door and take me away? oh no more mistakes
˚⋆𐙚｡authors note𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚ — hi chat im back…. first post since august TwT…. this song is so good bro why was it getting clowned 💔💔 i heard this song and knew i had to write something and i was initially gonna do sae and rin, but i thought a part 2 to this might be good so it was born :3 this is not spell checked or anything so ignore mistakes..
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smut for riki, daddy kink, piss/scat kink, m!reader (only fem + gn), incest, member x member, char x char, pet play.
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★⚽️₊⊹ ᰔ °⋆ waiting room | seishiro nagi
wc 911 angst/no comfort, pining!reader, nagi’s a lil mean…
if you were a waiting room, i would never see the doctor. i would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed.
you were stuck here. stuck in the background. stuck behind the lights. stuck waiting for him.
you pushed and he pulled away. you were always following after him and reo. giving him snacks. letting him rest his too large body on your smaller one.
you would smile up at him, eyes shining, face beaming. and he would barely give you a blank once over. bored. uninterested.
you got more chocolate this year for white day. it made you happy. you gave it to seishiro, because he never gets any. he didn’t even say thanks. just hummed.
he didn’t notice that you gave him a note. he balled it up with chocolate wrappers. he didn’t care that you rejected three guys. why would that affect him? too much of a hassle to think about it.
but, you couldnt give up. maybe he just didn’t know you were interested. maybe…. maybe he would come around.
so you stuck by him and reo. you would play whatever video game that he needed a duo, whatever silly obby he couldn’t beat. you were there.
there when people talked about him. there to defend him. there to tell those guys you rejected that seishiro was a 10x better guy than they ever could be.
seishiro just shrugged it off, leaning on reo and walking away.
i wanna be the power ballad that lifts you up and holds you down. i wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery.
you were stuck. stuck in what felt like purgatory. you told seishiro you liked him, your hair styled cutely, eyes looking up at him warmly, pouring your heart out to him.
you told him that you wanted to be there for him. always. not just as a friend. that you wanted to be the one to give him hugs and hold his hand, be the one he could lean on forever.
he sighed. sighed. his grey eyes, devoid of any interest looked down at you, like they were looking through you, like he was staring at the ground. like you were a speck of dirt that dirtied his shoes.
he told you feelings were a hassle. just play video games with him and be happy.
so thats what you did. trailed after him and reo, still. stayed close to him even though your heart was breaking. even though you felt your throat close up every time he leaned on you.
even though you wanted to kiss him every time his bored eyes looked at you a little too long. even though you wanted to jump in his arms as he lazed in your bed, like it was his own.
he was emotionally stumped. he probably thought that was normal. (was it normal? were you overthinking? did normal friends do that?)
it was fine. this was fine. at least you got to be near him. at least he was still here. maybe…. maybe he would think about it again?
maybe one day, when you were laying side by side on your full sized bed, watching eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, he would lean over and kiss you?
fat chance.
and i can wish all that i want, but it won’t bring us together.
reo stopped you one day, when you were about to walk home with seishiro.
“you need to move on. i dont like seeing you hurt.”
he spoke softly, his purple eyes looking down into yours, pitying you. you cried as he awkwardly rubbed your back, trying to comfort you.
seishiro watched you two with boredom, before he hopped on reo’s back and went home with him instead. crying was a hassle. reo gave you another pitying look as he carried seishiro away.
you walked home alone. hot tears pooling down your cheeks. reo was right. but you didn’t want him to be.
“seishiro, do you think… you could ever like me? the way that i like you? that we could be.. together?”
you asked him one day, laying in your full sized bed, his head on your lap, as you watched eternal sunshine of the spotless mind for the third time this week. your hands combed through his white locks, lightly massaging his scalp.
his closed eyes opened at your words. his lax form slowly sat up, but was still hunched over.
“no. probably not.” he shrugged, his bored, grey eyes staring into your glossy ones, like he could see right through you.
“thought i told you to just play video games with me and be happy? cmon let’s finish the movie. this talk is a hassle.” he yawned, eyes closing again.
you nodded at him, as he layed his head back on your lap, nuzzling into the warmth of your body. your hands found their way back into his hair.
you cried silently. cried as you watched joel and clementine find their way back to each other. cried as they chose to try again, despite the bitter memories they had once erased.
cried as you looked down at seishiro’s sleeping face, resting so comfortably against you. cried as you fell asleep with the love of your life in your bed, but so far away. cried knowing he would never want you the way you wanted him.
plus i know whatever happens to me, i know it’s for the better.
˚⋆𐙚｡authors note𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚ — i love nagi sm 💔💔 my cutie silly lazy boy 💔💔 this just came to my mind so wanted to write it!!
⋆˚🗽꩜｡ the subway | rin itoshi
wc 1.1k, angst/no comfort, ex!rin itoshi, messy breakup, one sided (rin is barely in this 😭)
i saw your green hair, beauty mark next your mouth. there on the subway, i nearly had a breakdown.
god, there he was. rin itoshi. your stupid, arrogant, green-haired ex boyfriend.
on public transportation? thought he was too good for that?
whatever. you were going to ignore him. wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you. of knowing you still thought of him.
that you hadn't gotten over him. that you thought of him everyday.
that you were trying your best not to crash out on the fucking train right now.
that your eyes couldn't help but dart to his stupid fucking hair, the dark green locks your hands missed being curled in. that you wanted to stare into his stupid fucking teal eyes and blow away his stupid fucking long ass eyelashes off his face when they fell again.
no. he didnt deserve to know. that fucking asshole. god, you needed to calm down and get over it. you didnt need to breakdown over that asshole.
your gritted your teeth and looked down at your phone, mindlessly scrolling. fuck that guy.
a few weeks later, somebody wore your perfume. it almost killed me, i had to leave the room.
your friends had invited you out to a party. they knew you were still hung up on rin and wanted to try and help. some alcohol and some new faces could help, right?
wrong.
it was so loud, so packed. so many bodies, pressing against each other and bumping into you. the fluorescent lights didn't help the mood, they just annoyed you even more.
moving out of the mob, was hard enough, but then you had to scavenge and hunt for an empty seat, or anywhere to stand and be by yourself.
finally, you found an empty corner of the room and retreated to it immediately. standing there awkwardly, you watched all the people there. guys you had never seen, girls you didnt know. just a bunch of random people. you couldnt even see your friends.
thankfully, also no sign of rin. that would make your bad night horrible.
your head hit the wall as you sighed loudly, before a white haired guy with a green streak came up to you, obviously trying to flirt. you were mid eyeroll when you smelled it.
him.
what the fuck? was he here? no. he couldnt be.
he wouldnt be. rin would never come to something like this. hed rather be at home watching horror movies.
and of course, he wasnt here. this guy, whatever his name was, was the culprit. he was wearing rin's cologne. the one he always wore no matter what.
the one that clung to his hoodies and shirts. the ones you would steal and wear. the ones you would smell when you missed him.
like the shirt you had at your house. the one you hadnt washed in two months. the one that you didnt give back to rin, but you hadnt touched. the one in the corner of your room, just laying there.
ugh. you were gonna be sick. before bile could rise to your throat, you huffed and pushed the guy away. bumping into whoever and not caring, you finally made your way outside and breathed.
fuck this party. you texted your friends that you were leaving early and got an uber.
everywhere you fucking went. it was always rin.
its just another day, and its not over 'til its over. its never over. its just another day, and its not over 'til its over. its never over.
everywhere, everyday. it was nonstop. every fucking thing reminded you of him.
god, you were fucking hopeless. he wasnt even that good of a boyfriend! you practically had to beg for his attention.
so why the hell couldnt you move on? how did everything remind you of him, if he never did anything?
had rin become so ingrained in your life that a life without him just wasnt possible? when did that happen?
why? why did he become so important?
why did he leave? why werent you important too?
weeks had passed by now since the party. your friends were upset, but they could sympathize with you.
you didnt want them to though. you wanted them to slap you and call you stupid. help you realize you were better off without him.
but they wouldnt. they couldnt.
because maybe deep down, they knew too. knew rin had become a pillar in your life.
even if they didnt know why or how, they knew he was.
unfortunately, you did too.
you wished the fucking pillar would collapse and leave you alone.
'til i dont look for you on the staircase. or wish you thought that we were still soulmates.
you tried to stop yourself from thinking that every knock on your door was him. that every loud stomp on the stairs was him coming up. that every sigh from behind you was his.
you tried.
and you tried not to think about if he thought about you. if he was as torn up as you. if it hurt him to fall asleep without you.
if he cried deleting pictures on his phone. how quickly did he delete them? how quickly did he change his password to his phone? did he even change it?
or were you so miniscule in his life that those numbers meant nothing to him now. that he could keep his password as your birthday and not have a breakdown after unlocking it.
you couldnt.
you tried not to think about if he thought you were still soulmates. if he thought you were the love of his life still. if he thought you were still the most beautiful girl in the world.
did he? fuck.
because you still thought he was your soulmate. you still thought he was the love of your life, the guy you were gonna marry. the guy you would have kids with and grow old.
you still thought so. you didnt fucking want to, but you did.
it had been almost four months and you were still seeing him everywhere. still looking for him everywhere.
fuck!
how much longer would it be until you didnt? how much longer till you could go outside and not wish he was waiting for you?
how much longer till you didnt see his stupid green hair in your dreams? till his cologne didnt make you sick?
till he wasnt your ex? till he wasnt rin itoshi?
till he was just another guy on the subway?
but im still countin' down all of the days, 'til youre just another girl on the subway.
˚⋆𐙚｡authors note𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚ — rinrin!!! the subway has been stuck in my head OH MY GOSHHHH so freaking good and i had no ideas sooo this came out 🙂↕️ blue lock angst is my strong suit i think 😝🙏 send requests pls i wanna write ☺️
★⚽️₊⊹ ᰔ °⋆ waiting room | seishiro nagi
wc 911 angst/no comfort, pining!reader, nagi’s a lil mean… part 2 here !
if you were a waiting room, i would never see the doctor. i would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed.
you were stuck here. stuck in the background. stuck behind the lights. stuck waiting for him.
you pushed and he pulled away. you were always following after him and reo. giving him snacks. letting him rest his too large body on your smaller one.
you would smile up at him, eyes shining, face beaming. and he would barely give you a blank once over. bored. uninterested.
you got more chocolate this year for white day. it made you happy. you gave it to seishiro, because he never gets any. he didn’t even say thanks. just hummed.
he didn’t notice that you gave him a note. he balled it up with chocolate wrappers. he didn’t care that you rejected three guys. why would that affect him? too much of a hassle to think about it.
but, you couldnt give up. maybe he just didn’t know you were interested. maybe…. maybe he would come around.
so you stuck by him and reo. you would play whatever video game that he needed a duo, whatever silly obby he couldn’t beat. you were there.
there when people talked about him. there to defend him. there to tell those guys you rejected that seishiro was a 10x better guy than they ever could be.
seishiro just shrugged it off, leaning on reo and walking away.
i wanna be the power ballad that lifts you up and holds you down. i wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery.
you were stuck. stuck in what felt like purgatory. you told seishiro you liked him, your hair styled cutely, eyes looking up at him warmly, pouring your heart out to him.
you told him that you wanted to be there for him. always. not just as a friend. that you wanted to be the one to give him hugs and hold his hand, be the one he could lean on forever.
he sighed. sighed. his grey eyes, devoid of any interest looked down at you, like they were looking through you, like he was staring at the ground. like you were a speck of dirt that dirtied his shoes.
he told you feelings were a hassle. just play video games with him and be happy.
so thats what you did. trailed after him and reo, still. stayed close to him even though your heart was breaking. even though you felt your throat close up every time he leaned on you.
even though you wanted to kiss him every time his bored eyes looked at you a little too long. even though you wanted to jump in his arms as he lazed in your bed, like it was his own.
he was emotionally stumped. he probably thought that was normal. (was it normal? were you overthinking? did normal friends do that?)
it was fine. this was fine. at least you got to be near him. at least he was still here. maybe…. maybe he would think about it again?
maybe one day, when you were laying side by side on your full sized bed, watching eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, he would lean over and kiss you?
fat chance.
and i can wish all that i want, but it won’t bring us together.
reo stopped you one day, when you were about to walk home with seishiro.
“you need to move on. i dont like seeing you hurt.”
he spoke softly, his purple eyes looking down into yours, pitying you. you cried as he awkwardly rubbed your back, trying to comfort you.
seishiro watched you two with boredom, before he hopped on reo’s back and went home with him instead. crying was a hassle. reo gave you another pitying look as he carried seishiro away.
you walked home alone. hot tears pooling down your cheeks. reo was right. but you didn’t want him to be.
“seishiro, do you think… you could ever like me? the way that i like you? that we could be.. together?”
you asked him one day, laying in your full sized bed, his head on your lap, as you watched eternal sunshine of the spotless mind for the third time this week. your hands combed through his white locks, lightly massaging his scalp.
his closed eyes opened at your words. his lax form slowly sat up, but was still hunched over.
“no. probably not.” he shrugged, his bored, grey eyes staring into your glossy ones, like he could see right through you.
“thought i told you to just play video games with me and be happy? cmon let’s finish the movie. this talk is a hassle.” he yawned, eyes closing again.
you nodded at him, as he layed his head back on your lap, nuzzling into the warmth of your body. your hands found their way back into his hair.
you cried silently. cried as you watched joel and clementine find their way back to each other. cried as they chose to try again, despite the bitter memories they had once erased.
cried as you looked down at seishiro’s sleeping face, resting so comfortably against you. cried as you fell asleep with the love of your life in your bed, but so far away. cried knowing he would never want you the way you wanted him.
plus i know whatever happens to me, i know it’s for the better.
˚⋆𐙚｡authors note𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚ — i love nagi sm 💔💔 my cutie silly lazy boy 💔💔 this just came to my mind so wanted to write it!!
HIYA!!! before i request, i just wanna know if you write for kurona and nanase from blue lock? i know there's not too much to really work with for them outside of a few things, so i just wanna ask first :> btw i absolutely lovevevveve LOVE your blog theme! the colour's and style is super cute ^_^
— 🍊 anon (bc i will be back TRUST!)
hiii omg thanks for asking first !! yes i will write for them i love kurona sm:333 cant say that it will be the most in-character depiction but i will try my best ><!! request away 🍊anon <3 AND TYSMMMM !!
cant stop thinking about virgin!gojo who completely melts under you… (i can’t write smut oh my gosh TwT)
୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅ virgin!gojo hard thoughts
short smut/drabble, fem!reader, cw princess + baby pet names used, first time, slight overstim, MDNI
“c’mon, you’re taking foreverrrrrr,” satoru whined, his naked form spread out on your bed, no shame at all as he waited for you to straddle him, “you gonna pop my cherry or what, princess?” he grinned up at you, his bright blue eyes shining with lust.
you scoffed at him, your knees digging into the soft mattress as your heat sat just above his cock, tip red and leaking. “be patient, ‘toru. you’ve waited this long you can wait a few more seconds,” you softly coaxed as you finally began to lower yourself onto his length.
fuckkkkk. the stretch had your eyes closing immediately as you pushed down inch by inch, your hands on his chest for support, breath hitching.
below you, satoru was a whimpering mess. the way your walls were squeezing him so tightly, the way you felt so warm, hugging his cock like your cunt was made for him…..
he was going to cum wayyy too soon. “hold it together, you’re the strongest for a reason,” he mentally coached himself, his hands finding purchase on your thighs as you continued to lower yourself, his eyes squeezed shut and his face scrunched.
as soon as he thought he was good, thought he was used to the feeling of your cunt around his cock, you started moving.
slowly, your hips moved up and down, cunt still squeezing him so tight as he felt his control slip again. how the fuck did you feel this good? he could feel goosebumps rising on his body, his hair felt like it was standing up, hell, he felt like his whole body was on fire!
and you, you looked like this was just another tuesday night for you!
“h-holy shit… fuck, faster.. please… ngh,” satoru groaned, his hands moving down to your ass, lifting you up and pushing you down faster. you moaned, grinding yourself down onto him, gazing down at his sweaty, messy, whimpering form.
shit, he was not going to last. not when you were your arching your back so good, desperately moving your hips up and down, faster and faster, all for him.
that thought alone had his hips stuttering, bucking up into you, as ropes of white poured into your warm cunt. “already ‘toru? you’re so cute,” you purred, your hips still moving, grinding against him as his cum leaked out of your soaked cunt.
his hands pulled your hips down, stopping your movements as he breathed heavily, panting, “fuck…give me a fucking bre-break first!” he hissed, his cock spent and overstimulated.
“you wanted me to pop your cherry. we’re not done yet ‘toru!” you grinned coyly, pressing wet kisses to his chest, as your hips started to move again.
hiii!! could i maybe request josuke w a shy reader who even though it looks like they dont rlly like him, they rlly do appreciate his presence:) take your time, and if you dont feel like writing this you dont have to🫶
tysm for requesting!!! i got a little carried away with this lol... i hope you like it :3
‧₊˚ 🍎 ୭ ⋆˚꩜｡ josuke higashikata w/ a shy!reader
wc 1k, angst + comfort, gn!reader, one use of y/n, reader is lowk a crybaby in hiding
you and josuke seemed like a mismatched pair. whereas josuke was loud, outgoing, affectionate, and maybe the biggest extrovert you had ever met, you were shy, closed-off, and seemingly uninterested. you would never hold his hand in public, you brushed him off when he tried to hug you, and tensed up every time he was near. when he would talk about you to his friends, you looked uncomfortable. you never invited him to your house, and when you came to his, you sat a foot away from him on the couch, never going to his room.
what nobody saw was how you looked at him when you knew nobody was watching. how you sat at your phone waiting for him to call, even though you let it ring for a bit, not wanting to seem clingy or overbearing. how you quietly picked up after him, how you remembered his order at every place you went to together, even if you said it with a stony face and a blank tone.
your affection for him was in the little things. you couldnt express how you felt for him without looking like a lovesick idiot, who fell way too hard way too fast, so you simply didnt. you tried let your actions speak for you.
unfortunately, your actions were not speaking loudly enough for josuke. he had begun to question your interest in him. "do they even like me?" the question was eating away at him. i mean really, how was he supposed to feel when his partner patted his back when he hugged them?
finally, one day when you're at his house, watching the newest episode of whatever anime he's into, your face bored and your body a solid 9 1/2 inches away from his (he measured), the dam breaks.
"do you even want to be here? do you even want to be with me?"
his harsh voice breaks your stupor, your head snapping to meet his gaze. his tone was almost gloomy? that wasn't like him at all. after a few seconds of silence and you preparing a perfectly worded response, his voice tumbles out again, dejected, "just forget it. you can leave. i dont wanna force you to be here. or to be with me."
eyes widened and brain scattered, you quickly speak, your voice shaky and unlike anything josuke had ever heard from you before, "what? what do you mean, josuke? you're not forcing me to be here, i want to be...."
"really? you dont act like it," he retorted, eyes locked onto yours. your face, you were sure, was beet red and burning hot, as you fought the urge to look away from him. "im just... its just... ugh... its hard to explain," you spoke softly, your carefully crafted walls beginning to crumble.
"well try your best, because from where im sitting, it looks like my partner doesnt even like me. everything i do, you shut me down. even now, youre sitting almost a foot away from me on a loveseat. you barely look at me, you never say how you feel, am i just supposed to assume you care and be happy?" because really...it just feels like im the only one trying," josuke grit out, his voice low and trembling with every emotion and all the hurt he had been holding back.
his words come at you almost like a punch. your always happy, always excited, always glowing, golden retriever of a boyfriend was now staring into your eyes like you stepped on his tail.
you felt tears begin to prick your eyes, and before your brain could even catch up, you latched onto him, arms wrapping around him tightly, as you buried your head into his chest, trying to hide your teary eyes from him. josuke's eyes widened in shock, before he slowly wrapped his arms around you, your shaking form confusing him even more. "what the hell just happened?" he thought to himself as he rubbed your back soothingly.
"um... y/n?" he whispered softly, hands still rubbing your back as he tried to look at your face. slowly, you looked up at him, tears smeared on your face, as you tried your best to wipe them away before he could see. he stared at you almost in shock. he had never seen you like this.. so open, so sad, so real.
"i-im.... im sorry josuke..." you sniffled softly, tears still falling from your eyes. "i.. im not the best at showing how i feel.. i-i didnt think that.. you wouldnt be able to know... that it looked like i didnt care..." your voice trembled, hands shielding your face from his gaze. "i really like you josuke... a lot... more than i should... i thought that.. if you knew how much i liked you.. it would scare you off..."
"i love being with you.. i love being around you... i love talking to you...youre the first thing on my mind when i wake up....i-i didnt want to be clingy... and.. showing affection... its hard for me...i get nervous... and what if i hugged you... and didnt ever wanna let go...." your teary confession has josuke on cloud nine. yeah his heart hurts that youre crying, and trust hes going to comfort you, but, his partner that he is obsessed with and probably loves more than anything in this world, next to his mom and grandpa, is equally obssessed with him?
he doesnt say anything, not at first. he just hugs you, tight. bone crushingly so. your head finds solace on his chest as you cry again, his hand rubbing your back as he whispers in your ear, "shhh.. its okay... you could never scare me off... you cant get rid of me that easily."
then, he hears your voice, or he thinks he does atleast. so quiet and so soft that he almost misses it. he's so glad he didnt though, as you hug him back, almost just as tight. the start of many more hugs.
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