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18 Just a girl having a little fun

[xoxonahyo]

Your blog is sooo adorable

aww thank you 💕

[xoxonahyo]

Touch-starved!Geto is the kind of guy who doesn't even see how much he's starving for some affection until you actually start giving it to him. At first, it's just little things. Maybe you put a hand on his shoulder while handing him paperwork or your fingers brush against his when you're handing him a cup of coffee. Or just a quick hug before you head out. Every single time, he just stops for a split second. Most wont notice, but you do. It's enough to make you realize he just isn't used to being touched with simple interaction.

Touch-starved!Geto definitely tries to play it cool, though. He'll tell himself he's fine and that he doesn't need physical stuff to know he's loved. But, somehow he always ends up right next to you on the couch instead of sitting on the other side. His arm always seems to find its way against yours, or his knee will be pressed lightly against yours under the table. He won't say a word about it, but you can tell he’s disappointed the second you move away.

Touch-starved!Geto practically stop breathing when you reached up to fix a stray strand of hair that fell out of his bun. He just stopped and stared at you. It was such a normal gesture, but to him it felt almost impossibly intimate. He spent the rest of the day replaying it in his head, honestly kind of embarrassed by how much such a small thing affected him.

Touch-starved!Geto starts looking for you in rooms without even realizing he's doing it once things get more serious. If you're just sitting and reading a book, he'll drape himself next to you and rest his head on your shoulder. If you're in the middle of cooking, he'll come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. If you're stuck working late, he might just quietly put his head in your lap and stay there with his eyes closed. He's just soaking up your presence like someone who's been out in the cold for way too long.

Touch-starved!Geto really treasures those quiet moments more than anything. Just lying in bed while your fingers run through his hair, or you tracing little circles on his arm while you're talking about how your day went. Even just falling asleep with your legs all tangled up together. Those little things seem to heal parts of him he doesn't really show anyone else. He doesn't need these big, dramatic declarations of love as long as you're gently scratching his scalp or holding his hand. To him, those small actions say way more than any words could.

Touch-starved!Geto has nights when the weight of everything just feels like it's too much for him to handle. On those nights, he'll just pull you close and bury his face in the side of your neck. He won't always talk about what's bothering him. Sometimes he just stays there, holding on a little tighter than usual. Having your arms around him becomes his anchor, a reminder that he doesn't have to carry the whole world by himself. In those moments, he looks more peaceful than almost anyone else ever gets to see. It's a side of him that's just for you.

an: i was really thinking about adding smut to this

[wildnickk]

[xoxonahyo]

I kinda of wanna write a one shot based on tattooed heart (I’m so loved sick)

[kleinflx]

EMOTIONALLY HERS — i . sae

you always knew how sae dealt with every argument you both had, it was just that you just never knew who she was.

if sae had cheated physically, maybe you would’ve known what to do, maybe you could’ve hated him properly and moved on like everyone else seemed to.

instead, you were stuck with something harder to explain. something that sounded ridiculous every time you tried putting it into words.

because technically, sae hadn’t done anything. keyword, technically.

you found out by accident.

you weren’t suspicious, not looking for proof to go against your boyfriend.

it was random, like most things in the world. you were only sitting next to him on the couch on a lazy afternoon where both of you had nothing to do.

when a notification appeared from his phone. it was a girl’s name. nothing strange about that, except the preview underneath.

‘she said that to you?’

you frowned.

sae reached for his phone immediately. the motion was quick enough for you to notice, slow enough for you to wonder why.

“who was that?” you question, a little hesitant cause you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to know.

he glanced at the screen, “nobody.”

you hated that answer. so you continued, hoping to hear a better answer, “then why are you texting her?”

“because she’s a friend.”

the conversation only ended there.

or at least, it should’ve. but instead, it stayed in your head. like some forbidden knowledge you can’t seem to forget.

you start noticing things.

whenever you and sae argued, he’d disappear afterward. he doesn’t leave, but rather, emotionally away from you.

you’d send a message and get a dry response, you’d ask if he wanted to talk and he’d say later. then later never came. and eventually, you’d make up. and things would return back to normal.

yet somehow, it always felt like sae had already processed everything before coming back to you.

like he’d had the conversation somewhere else first.

“do you tell her about us?” sae looked up, to you. the pause lasted a second too long. that was all the answer you needed. “…so you do.”

“it’s not a big deal.” he mutters, trying not to make it look bigger than it already is.

“not a big deal?”

“she just listens.”

“to what?” sae stayed quiet, which made everything hurt more.

the arguments, the misunderstandings, the things that happened between you and him, things that were supposed to stay between you and him. all of it. given away so easily.

you didn’t sleep that night. for the first time since dating sae, you wondered if there were parts of him that belonged to somebody else.

after that, every argument felt different.

you’d be talking to him while wondering if she already knew.

if he’d tell her afterward, maybe she’d hear his side before you ever got the chance to fix things.

sometimes, you’d catch him texting late at night.

sometimes, he’d smile at a notification.

sometimes, he’d disappear for an hour after a fight.

every single time, your chest tightened. you never asked for her name, you didn’t want to know her real name.

a name would’ve made her real and you were trying desperately not to imagine her.

was she prettier than you?

funnier?

easier to talk to?

did she agree with him when you fought?

did she tell him he deserved better?

sae never understood, he genuinely didn’t. every time you brought it up, he looked annoyed. like you were creating a problem that didn’t exist.

“i’m not cheating.”

“i never said you were.”

“then what’s the issue?” you didn’t know if you wanted to scream, cry, or laugh. but instead, you stared at him. in disbelief that he’d see this as an issue.

“because every time something happens between us, you run to somebody else.”

sae frowned. “that’s not what i’m doing.”

“but that’s exactly what you’re doing.”

the final warning came months later, after another argument.

you were tired, so tired.

“if you do it again, we’re done.”

the words sat heavily between you.

sae looked genuinely surprised, like he couldn’t believe you’d gone that far.

“seriously?”

“yes.”

“you’re overreacting.”

your chest hurt.

“i’m not.” you mutter before continuing, “this is why it’s a problem. i’m not overreacting.”

he clicked his tongue.

for a brief moment, you thought maybe he’d finally understand. maybe he’d stop and understand that losing you would matter more than talking to her.

you were wrong. so stupidly wrong.

you had another dumb fight, over something incredibly small. he disappeared like usual, came back hours later.

somehow, you already knew. confirmation even came without you even looking for it.

he’d gone to her again, just like always, just like every other time.

suddenly everything made sense.

all those moments where you felt alone despite being in a relationship. you’d never been imagining it. sae really had been choosing someone else.

maybe not romantically, maybe not intentionally, but he chose her anyway. every single time.

the breakup lasted less than ten minutes. sae thought you’d calm down, you could tell. he kept looking at you like this was another argument, another thing the two of you would move past.

until he realized you were serious. you were actually leaving.

for the first time in this relationship, he looked uncertain. maybe that’s because he couldn’t message that girl for advice. ask what to do, or vent out his feelings about breaking up.

“you’re breaking up with me over this?”

you stared at him, ”no.” your voice cracked. “i’m breaking up with you because i got tired of being the last person you come to.”

then everything ended just like that.

it was short yet everything happened in a flash. sometimes it made you wonder if you did the right thing.

you missed him, you hated that you missed him. you hated that a part of you still wanted him to come back and tell you he finally understood. he never did.

months later, a mutual friend mentioned seeing sae.

you listened quietly until they mentioned her.

the same girl, still around, still talking to him, still receiving pieces of him that used to belong to you.

you smiled and pretended it didn’t bother you, then cried the second you got home. because that hurt more than the breakup itself. it wasn’t that sae moved on, or that he chose her. but because even after losing you, he still ran to the same person.

which meant it was never about saving the relationship, never about needing advice or fixing things. it was simply what he wanted.

you spent years trying to become sae itoshi’s safe place.

only to realize he already had one, and it was never you.

[xoxonahyo]

the way this happened to me word for word

[xoxonahyo]

it’s honestly sad the way people promote online prostitution in the girlbloging scene

[xoxonahyo]

i went to pilates class for the first time today and i am not built for this lululemon life

[xoxonahyo]

i lowkey get anxiety going through my camera roll

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[xoxonahyo]

melancholy: a quiet lingering sadness that feels heavy but familiar

Megumi never really got what melancholy meant until you were gone. Before that, it was just one of those fancy words authors used to dress up sadness and make it look pretty. He would think about rainy windows, half-finished letters, or those long, lonely train rides people like to romanticize. But he knew better now. There was nothing beautiful about it.

Melancholy was that moment you woke up and reached for your phone, only to remember there was nobody waiting for your texts. It was hearing something funny and thinking of the person you wanted to tell, only to realize they were not yours to talk to anymore. It was like carrying around a hollow space that never quite hurt enough to end you, but never went away enough to let you forget. It just hung around. Quiet and persistent. Like a ghost. And for Megumi, it followed him everywhere.

At first, he tried to tell himself the breakup had to happen. You were unhappy, and he knew it, even if he did not want to admit it back then. He could still see the way you would look at him sometimes, like you were searching for something in his face. Waiting for something. Hoping. Back then, he did not understand what you were looking for. Now he really wished he had.

The apartment felt too big without you. Not because it was actually empty, but because of the silence. Megumi usually liked silence. He always picked it over crowded rooms and small talk that did not matter. But this was different. This silence was not peaceful at all. It was absence. Every single room had traces of you left behind. The mug you always used. That blanket you claimed as yours. A hair tie just sitting on the bathroom counter. They were tiny, insignificant things, but they felt heavier than any curse he had ever gone up against.

Months went by, and he still had not thrown anything away. He could not bring himself to do it. Not because he thought you were coming back, but because trashing them meant finally accepting reality. And reality was just mean. Reality said you were gone. It said he was the reason why.

Megumi sat on the couch one night, just staring at the TV. The show had been on for twenty minutes, but he had not actually seen a second of it. His mind just kept drifting back to you. Back to that final talk. The memory of it haunted him, not because it was some big drama, but because it was not. You did not scream. You did not cry or point fingers. If you had, it might have been easier for him. Instead, you just looked tired. Really, heartbreakingly tired. Like you had been carrying something heavy all on your own for a long time. Maybe you had.

"I do not think you need me anymore." Those were your words. Simple and quiet. Megumi remembered how he frowned immediately. "What are you talking about?" Even now, he cringes at that. He had been genuinely confused. You laughed, but not because you were happy. It was that kind of laugh that comes from being let down. "I think that is the problem," you said.

He remembered sitting there in the quiet, waiting for you to explain yourself or tell him what he done wrong. If there was one thing Megumi always struggled with, it was figuring out feelings. Especially his own. You stared at him for what felt like a long time, like you were hoping he would figure it out on his own. He never did. Not in that moment. Eventually, you looked away and said, "I kept waiting for you."

The memory felt like a twist in his chest. Waiting. It is such a simple word, but it carries so much weight. Waiting for him to call. Waiting for him to open up. Waiting for him to just say what he was feeling. Waiting for him to fight for you or choose you. Just waiting for him. And he never even realized it.

Because Megumi did love you. That was the irony of the whole thing. The worst part. He loved you so much it actually scared him. He loved you so deeply that he shoved every vulnerable feeling into some dark corner where he would not have to look at it. He thought just being there was enough. He thought staying was enough. He figured you just knew. He never understood that love left unspoken can feel exactly like indifference. By the time he worked it out, you were already gone.

The realization did not hit him all at once. It came in pieces over the months. One miserable piece at a time. It happened when he saw a couple fighting outside a convenience store. The girl was furious, and the guy looked totally wiped out. But despite the mess, they stayed. They talked it out. They fought and they tried. Suddenly, Megumi got it. You did not want things to be perfect. You just wanted effort. You wanted honesty. You wanted him. Not the version that sat next to you in silence, but the one that lived under all those walls he built. The version he never let anyone see. Especially not you.

After that, the melancholy only got worse. Every memory felt different now. Sharper and meaner. He remembered every time you reached for him and found nothing. Every time you asked if something was wrong and he just shrugged it off. Every time you looked let down before forcing a smile. How did he miss all of that? The answer was easy. He thought there would always be more time. More talks. More chances. People always think that until they suddenly do not have any left.

One afternoon, Megumi found himself walking without any real destination. The sky was gray and the air smelled like rain was coming. His hands were buried in his pockets and his thoughts were miles away. Eventually, he realized where he had ended up. The park. Your park. That is what he always called it in his head. The place you had dragged him to a million times. The place where you made him sit through sunsets and talked about dreams and fears and everything else. Megumi used to act like those talks were exhausting, but the truth was they were his favorite part of the week. He just never said it. Of course he did not.

The familiar ache settled back into his chest. Melancholy. There it was again. His constant companion. The punishment he carried. He looked across the park and then froze. For a second, he thought he was seeing things. But no. There you were. Sitting on the old bench by the tree near the pond. Exactly where you used to sit.

His heart tripped painfully. You looked different. Not a total change, but just enough. Like someone who had kept on living and moving forward while he had been stuck in his memories for months. You were looking at the water, lost in your own thoughts and totally unaware of him.

Megumi stood there longer than he should have. A ton of emotions hit him at once. Fear, regret, longing, and hope. The scariest part was knowing he still loved you. Not in some nostalgic way where people talk about old exes, or as a nice memory. It felt painfully present. It felt alive.

His chest hurt because now he finally understood everything. Everything he failed to say. Everything he failed to do. Everything he lost. The wind moved the leaves above you. You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear the same way you always did. Suddenly, Megumi could not stand there anymore. Maybe nothing would come of this. Maybe you had moved on for good. Maybe this talk would not change a thing. But for the first time, he was tired of being silent. Tired of letting his feelings rot inside him. Tired of pretending that distance was easier than being vulnerable.

He started walking toward the bench. Every step felt like it weighed a ton. The closer he got, the harder his heart pounded. Eventually, you saw him. Your eyes went wide and surprise flashed across your face. Neither of you said anything. The silence stretched out. It was not uncomfortable, just fragile. Like something that could break if anyone moved too fast. Megumi stopped by the bench. For a moment, neither of you looked away. He wanted to say it all. He wanted to tell you how sorry he was. He wanted to tell you he finally got it. He wanted to say that losing you taught him the shape of his own heart. But the words got stuck in his throat. So instead, he just looked at the empty spot next to you. Then he looked back at you and asked, almost nervously, "Hey… can I sit next to you?"

an: this is so bittersweet

[angelgirlxxxxxxx]

[xoxonahyo]

jealous gojo who genuinely thinks he has zero reason to be jealous. he is the strongest sorcerer alive, annoyingly handsome, and painfully aware of both facts. whenever someone points out that he is clearly acting jealous, he just laughs it off like the whole concept is insane. but somehow, the exact moment when someone starts getting way too comfortable with you, he always happens to end up right there at your side. not because he is jealous, obviously. he just suddenly decided that specific spot was where he wanted to stand.

jealous gojo who catches the small details that everyone else misses. the way a stranger lets their eyes linger on you a bit too long. the way they lean in closer when you talk. the way your laugh makes people immediately want more of your attention. he never says a word about it initially. he just watches quietly from behind that blindfold, while acting like he could not care less. meanwhile, everyone around him can practically feel the irritation radiating off of him.

jealous gojo who becomes ten times more affectionate the second someone starts flirting with you. suddenly his arm is draped over your shoulders. his hand is resting on your waist. trying to pull you into his side every single chance he gets. he acts completely casual about it, too, like he does not realize exactly what he is doing. as if anyone actually buys that. especially when he starts pressing distracted kisses against your forehead while holding eye contact with the person trying to get your attention.

jealous gojo who absolutely cannot stand hearing you laugh harder at someone else's joke than his. he won't even bother hiding how offended he is. the moment it happens, he is already cutting into the conversation with some ridiculous comment meant solely to make you laugh again. and when it actually works, the smug look on his face is almost unbearable. he does not care about winning an argument, but for some reason, he cares deeply about staying your favorite person to laugh with.

jealous gojo who gets clingy without even realizing he is doing it. he starts following you around more. he sits closer than he usually does. he finds any excuse to touch your hand whenever he can. if you are standing somewhere, he will somehow end up right next to you. if you are sitting down, he will practically drape himself over you. it is not enough to be totally overwhelming, just enough to reassure himself that you are still there. that you are still his safe place at the end of a long day.

jealous gojo whose envy sometimes comes from a place that is much softer than just being possessive. because underneath all that confidence and the constant teasing, there are times when he wonders if anyone could ever truly understand him. moments when the quiet loneliness of being the strongest starts creeping back in. those are the days when his jealousy is not even directed at other people. it is directed at the fear that someone else might be able to make you happier than he can. he never says these things out loud, but they show in how he holds you tighter and stays longer whenever you touch him.

jealous gojo who completely melts when you reassure him without him even having to ask. when you are the one to reach for his hand first. when you instinctively move closer to him in a crowded room. when you smile at him from across a party like he is the only person in the room. every small gesture like that settles something restless inside his chest. every little reminder that you chose him makes his shoulders relax just a bit more.

jealous gojo who loves forehead kisses because they always seem to ground him. whenever he is feeling especially possessive or needy, he will pull you in and press a slow kiss against your forehead. then another one. and another. he pretends he is not just using them as an excuse to keep you close to him. he pretends he does not absolutely love the way you smile right after. he pretends he is not secretly addicted to every single bit of affection you give him.

jealous gojo who ends every jealous episode in the exact same way. curled up right next to you at the end of the night, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist while he rests his chin on top of your head. he mumbles complaints about people bothering you all day before immediately denying he was ever jealous in the first place. and when you laugh and call him out on it, he just presses one last kiss to your forehead and pulls you even closer, smiling against your skin because deep down, he knows there is nowhere else he would rather be than right there with you.

an: demo version was sm better and thanks to @6x-x9 for blooming this idea for me

[xoxonahyo]

ugh I need to stop being sad it’s about to be summer

[xoxonahyo]

touch-starved!megumi who never really got the hang of being affectionate. it was not that he hated it or found it embarrassing despite what yuji always said. he just honestly did not know how to deal with it most of the time. touching other people or being touched had never exactly been a regular thing for him growing up. so eventually, megumi learned how to exist without ever asking for that kind of connection.

touch-starved!megumi who slowly starts changing towards you in tiny, subtle ways. hanging around you longer than he actually needed to. relaxing the second you sit beside him after a mission. always looking a little startled every time you touch him, like some part of him still expects everyone to eventually pull away.

touch-starved!megumi who acts like none of it affects him at first. if you straighten his collar, he just blinks at you quietly. if your hands brush while passing something to him, his fingers pause for half a second too long. if you hug him unexpectedly, his whole body goes stiff before very slowly melting into the hold like his body is finally catching up to something his heart has wanted for years.

touch-starved!megumi who never asks for more, and honestly that the heartbreaking part. he never leans in first or reaches for your hand unless you do it beforehand. he never interrupts you or demands your attention. he accepts love like it is something borrowed, something temporary. almost terrified he might ruin it if he holds on too tightly.

touch-starved!megumi who comes back from a horrible mission exhausted, sitting alone in the common room with his head tilted against the sofa. uniform torn. dried blood against his jaw. looking absolutely wrecked while rain taps softly against the windows outside.

touch-starved!megumi who only opens his eyes slowly when you tell him he should sleep already, voice rough and exhausted as he quietly says, “in a minute.”

touch-starved!megumi who shifts closer after you sit beside him. barely noticeable. just enough for his shoulder to press carefully against yours. hesitant enough that it makes your chest ache because it is obvious he wants comfort but has absolutely no idea how to ask for it.

touch-starved!megumi who goes completely still when your fingers slide into his hair. for one awful second you think you crossed a line until he exhales shakily, sounding like all the tension inside him is finally draining out at once.

touch-starved!megumi who slowly leans into your touch while his eyes close again, practically melting beneath your fingers as you scratch lightly against his scalp. such a tiny movement, but somehow it feels devastating because maybe nobody has ever held him this gently before.

touch-starved!megumi who lets out a tired little laugh when you whisper that he doesn’t have to pretend he is okay all the time. he says “i know,” but he sounds like somebody hearing those words for the very first time.

touch-starved!megumi who instinctively turns his face into your palm the second your hand slides down to his cheek, like he belongs there naturally. like some hidden part of him has been starving for tenderness for years.

touch-starved!megumi who falls half asleep against you by the time the rain finally stops, one hand loosely gripping your hoodie sleeve like he thinks you might disappear if he lets go.

touch-starved!megumi who never actually asks you to stay.

he just quietly holds onto you when you do.

an: I still suck at tagging even after 4 year into this

[riacain]

i’m so fucking tired of young girls on tumblr basically BEGGING to be groomed like baby please find some light in u and leave that old rat creature u call daddy!! i totally understand the concept of daddy issues but this isn’t the answer. it will leave a permanent damage on ur very soul

[wildnickk]

[xoxonahyo]

7th grade ruined me

[xoxonahyo]

Satoru Gojo was a lonely man, even if no one ever noticed.

He was a man who laughed too loudly, smiled too brightly, spoke too carelessly, as if humor could become a armor thick enough to stop the weight of others from crushing his bones.

Satoru Gojo was a lonely man, even if no one ever noticed.

Because from the moment he was born, he had ceased to be human in the eyes of others. Because titles, expectations, fear had swallowed his name whole. Because everyone who looked at him only ever saw the strongest never Satoru, never a man.

Because whenever he reached out his hand, people either clung to him desperately… or recoiled in terror.

And neither had felt like love.

Satoru Gojo hated silence.

Silence brought back memories of deserted hallways and streets stained with blood. It reminded him of the past that haunted him, the ones that lingered just beneath his skin. He thought of a boy with eyes that seemed to hold a thousand worries, a boy who had ideals that seemed impossible to achieve, standing right beside him under a summer sky that was now nothing more than a distant memory. The sky that once was, no longer existed, lost to the passage of time, leaving only the echoes of what could never be again.

Because silence reminded him that no matter how strong he became, there were still people he could not save.

Still hands he failed to hold onto.

Moments that vanished like sand between his fingers, leaving only memories of what could never be held.

Because Satoru Gojo was a lonely man, even if no one ever noticed.

No one ever did. No one never needed to. Beside he was far too good at pretending. Too good at turning grief into sarcasm, exhaustion into arrogance, sorrow into something light enough for others to laugh at.

That was the saddest part of all.

The brightest people often allowed to fall apart in private.

And so he carried everything alone.

The burden of being invincible.

The burden of being needed.

The burden of knowing that if he ever collapsed, the entire world might follow after him.

Because Satoru Gojo was a lonely man, even if no one ever noticed.

Yes, even you. Especially you.

Because in everyone’s eyes,

Satoru Gojo had always been untouchable. Too powerful to fail. Too radiant to possibly know what darkness felt like.

But stars burn themselves alive just to be seen.

And no one ever mourns the sun while it is still giving us light.

Because Satoru Gojo was a lonely man, even if no one ever noticed.

Because every night, beneath the blindfold that hid his eyes from the world, he would lie awake and stare into nothingness, listening to the sound of his own breathing just to remind himself he was still there.

Because everything felt like nothing.

Because being the strongest had become a prison with no escape.

And because somewhere along the way, Satoru Gojo had forgotten what it felt like to be held without expectation.

To be seen without fear.

To be loved uncondition.

Because Satoru Gojo was a lonely man, even if no one ever noticed.

He was a man who dreamed of a world gentle enough that he would no longer need to be the strongest within it.

It doesn't matter if he'll be around to see it happen or not.

Because Satoru Gojo was a lonely man.

Yes

even if no one ever noticed.

this was ib:brooklyncircus