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guess who got monterax blade 🙋♀️🙋♀️
45 pulls and won the 50/50 after getting sunday 🥹❤️
omg i need a yearner like dan heng so bad.
officially BACK into hsr 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
hi i want to write again
“𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡-𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝”
a/n: for my lovely bae anna @yumerinns!!!
happiest of birthdays to you, you have genuinely made my life so much better by being in it (idc if that sounds corny af it’s TRUE) and thank you for always talking to me, making me laugh, talking about music and anime with me, UGH YOU’RE THE BESTTTTT!!!!! 🤍
ac goes to torucider
synopsis: physical intimacy with choso.
choso loves you with the kind of carefulness usually reserved for fragile things.
the first time you hold his hand, he goes quiet. his fingers twitch once against yours before slowly intertwining with them, almost hesitant, like he’s waiting for you to change your mind halfway through.
you don’t. you only squeeze his hand tighter.
and choso looks at your joined hands longer than necessary, eyes soft and unreadable. there’s something unbearably sad about it, like he’s mourning every moment in his life where no one held him simply because they wanted to.
he becomes addicted to touching you after that. your knee against his while sitting together. your hand on his chest. your arms wrapping around his waist from behind while he stands in the kitchen.
every time, he still reacts like he isn’t used to it. like affection catches him off guard no matter how often you give it.
especially hugs. especially from you.
because when you pull him into your arms, choso holds you back like he’s terrified of letting go too soon. his face presses into your shoulder, his breathing evening out slowly, tension leaving him piece by piece beneath your hands.
you realize then that no one has ever held him gently before. not really.
one rainy evening, he lays with his head in your lap while thunder murmurs outside the windows. your fingers comb through his hair carefully, untangling dark strands and scratching lightly against his scalp.
choso makes the softest sound you’ve ever heard from him. not quite a sigh. not quite your name. more like… relief.
his eyes are already closed, exhaustion pulling at him from somewhere deep, ancient, bone-deep. you continue carding your fingers through his hair anyway, watching his expression soften more and more with every touch.
“does that feel nice?” you whisper.
he nods against your thigh.
then after a long pause, voice quiet enough to break your heart–
“i think i could fall asleep like this forever.”
so you lean down and kiss his forehead.
and choso, half asleep already, reaches for your hand immediately, holding it against his chest like it belongs there.
© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
"ok so who do you think y'all are" i think im the goat bruh 😂
“𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧”
a/n: this oneshot was inspired by this tik tok and also gorgeous by taylor swift bc it’s exactly how i feel about nerd!jo ugh (the fanarts are pulling me in, thank you to whoever created this idea)
ac goes to su2kuna
synopsis: you're being broken up with by your bum ahh boyfriend, but you get distracted as you see nerd!jo in the distance.
you’re pretty sure this is the calmest breakup you’ve ever witnessed in your life. not because it’s mature or respectful – no, it’s calm because you genuinely do not give a single, solitary fuck.
your (soon-to-be ex, thank god) boyfriend is standing in front of you on the college campus, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets like he’s auditioning for “guy who peaked in senior year and never emotionally recovered.” he’s saying words. you think. his mouth is moving. something about “growing apart” and “needing space” and “not feeling appreciated.”
which is funny. because you appreciated him enough to stop yourself from breaking up with him three weeks ago just to see how long it’d take him to notice you were already mentally gone.
you nod along politely, eyes unfocused, the sun too bright, the day too nice for this conversation to matter.
“i just think,” he continues, voice doing that self-important dip like he thinks this is his villain origin story, “that we’re better off going our separate ways.”
you blink once. twice.
oh. thank god. FINALLY.
outwardly, you hum thoughtfully. inwardly, you’re doing a full celebratory backflip. no awkward initiating. no guilt. no “but you’re such a nice guy 🥹” speech. you get to walk away clean, unbothered, free.
“yeah,” you say easily. too easily, probably. “that makes sense.”
he pauses. clearly waiting for something. a protest. tears. a shaky “wait.”
you give him nothing.
his eyebrows knit together. “you’re… okay with this?”
you shrug. “i mean, yeah.”
there’s a crack in his ego. you can see it. and you eat it up.
he opens his mouth to say something else – probably fishing for validation, maybe hoping you’ll look sad enough to reassure him he mattered – but that’s when it happens.
that’s when the universe intervenes.
your gaze drifts. just for a second. just a casual scan of the quad. and then–
oh.
oh no.
oh my.
walking across campus, blissfully unaware that he’s just derailed your entire life trajectory, is the finest nerd to ever exist: satoru gojo.
glasses. actual glasses. rectangular frames perched on his stupid, perfect nose. his white hair is pushed back messily like he ran his fingers through it one too many times while studying. he’s wearing an oversized sweater – navy, slightly frayed at the cuffs – and a backpack slung over one shoulder like he’s late to a lab he definitely aced anyway.
he’s reading while walking.
READING.
WHILE WALKING.
you feel your soul leave your body. ascend. reincarnate as a woman with purpose.
your ex is still talking. you don’t know when he started again. something about “timing” and “communication.”
you’re not listening. you’re watching nerd!jo pause mid-step, frown at the page, adjust his glasses with one finger in a way that is so offensively attractive it should be illegal on an academic campus.
he mutters something to himself – lips moving, brows furrowed – and then scribbles a note in the margin with a pen he pulls from behind his ear.
behind. his. ear.
you swallow.
your ex clears his throat. “are you even listening to me?”
“mhm,” you say absently.
you are not.
because nerd!jo just looks up.
and he smiles.
not a big one. not even intentional. just a small, distracted curve of his mouth like he figured something out. like he solved a problem. like his brain did a little victory lap and decided to reward the rest of his face for it.
it hits you. fast. violent. biblical.
you’ve been dating the human equivalent of a buffering wheel, and over there is a man who probably color-codes his notes and drinks iced coffee year-round and gets excited about niche topics you’d happily pretend to understand forever.
your ex sighs dramatically. “i just didn’t think you’d take this so lightly.”
you finally look back at him.
and for the first time, you really see it. the ick. the way his hoodie smells faintly like energy drinks and entitlement. the way this conversation feels like a chore you’re already done with.
you smile. genuinely this time.
“i think you’re right,” you say. “we should break up.”
his eyes widen. “wait– that’s what i’m saying–”
“yeah,” you nod. “and i’m agreeing.”
he looks… deflated. like he wanted this to hurt more.
that’s unfortunate.
“well,” you add, glancing past him again just in time to see nerd!jo laugh quietly at something on his phone now – head tipping back, throat exposed, the sun catching on his glasses – “i’ve actually gotta go.”
“go where?” your ex asks.
you stand. sling your bag over your shoulder. liberated. reborn.
“forward,” you say.
and then you walk away.
you don’t look back. you don’t need to.
because ahead of you, nerd!jo pauses as you pass, and senses something – maybe your stare, maybe fate – and glances up.
your eyes meet.
he blinks. surprised. then smiles again. softer this time. curious.
you feel it settle in your chest. warm. inevitable.
yeah.
this breakup?
best thing that’s happened to you all semester.
© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
every single cool person i wanna friend either couldn't give a fuck about my existence or genuinely hates me
“𝐧𝐚𝐡, 𝐢’𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧”
a/n: this was a very interesting concept that took a lot of time, but i hope i was spot-on with it!!!
i also didn’t include what their specific cursed techniques would be, but rather, the concept of how they use and channel their cursed energy.
ac goes to pomskychan <3
synopsis: them as jujutsu kaisen sorcerers!!!
ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis
isagi yoichi – grade 2
isagi is the kind of sorcerer professors constantly argue about in meetings because on paper he’s “not overwhelmingly powerful,” but his ability to analyze cursed energy flow, battle patterns, and enemy weaknesses in real time is terrifying.
when he first enrolls, he’s grade 3, pretty average cursed energy output. nothing flashy. just a sharp brain and a technique that seems… situational.
then people realize his cursed technique basically lets him map the battlefield like a living radar.
imagine him standing still in the middle of a chaotic fight, eyes scanning everything while everyone else is panicking.
and suddenly he goes: “three seconds from now the curse will attack the left flank.”
everyone thinks he’s guessing.
then it happens.
his technique works by reading tiny fluctuations in cursed energy and predicting the next “optimal path” for the fight, almost like solving a constantly shifting puzzle. he calls it meta vision.
so he’s not physically the strongest, but he’s the reason teams survive missions.
higher-ups reluctantly bump him to grade 2 while still a student, which is rare, because his solo missions keep ending with impossible victories.
curses absolutely hate fighting him because he always somehow knows exactly where they’ll appear next.
like a curse will lunge at him and isagi just sidesteps like: “you’re predictable. thank you, next!”
meanwhile he’s sweating internally because if he miscalculates once he’s dead.
the type of sorcerer who wins fights by thinking faster than the curse can move.
“𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭”
a/n: gachiakuta dub is so peak.
and so are gachiakuta oc fits, they're so fire, KEEP 'EM COMING!!!
the thing about your cleaner uniform is that it lies.
it lies SO WELL, actually, that enjin has spent months believing it.
the oversized jacket that hangs off your shoulders like you stole it from someone two sizes bigger. the ridiculously baggy pants with the keychains and belts and pockets. the heavy boots. the sleeves that swallow your hands half the time.
it’s cool. it’s stylish. it’s very you.
but it also hides everything.
so enjin’s been living a peaceful life. a normal life. a stable life.
a life where his small, manageable crush on you stays exactly that – small. manageable. cute, even. the kind where he’ll occasionally stare too long when you lean over the table during briefings, or where he pretends he needs help with some tool just so you’ll stand close for a second.
he’s been doing great.
really.
fantastic, actually.
and then the “welcome to the ground” party happens.
“𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞… 𝐡𝐮𝐡”
a/n: went overboard for kaiser’s i fear 💔 tw of abuse in his headcanon as well, but tried to keep it all light and happy!!
title is a lyric from when did you get hot by sabrina carpenter!
(btw i LOVE the webtoon the header image is from)
ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis
isagi yoichi
childhood dynamic:
you and isagi were that duo everyone assumed were siblings because you were always together – biking to school, trading snacks, even getting scolded together.
he was the kid who thought he was soooo cool for scoring one soccer goal during recess and immediately dragged you by the wrist to brag about it.
always came over to your house uninvited. didn’t knock. just walked in like “your mom said i could come in” (she did NOT).
the kind of friend who’d share his juice box with you, but cry if you took the last chip.
you did homework together but spent 90% of the time gossiping about classmates as if you were 40-year-olds drinking coffee on a porch swing.
when he realizes he likes you:
it hits him during middle school when you showed up to a school event wearing something slightly nicer than usual.
he froze. like full-on computer lag.
his brain: oh no she’s pretty. oh no she’s REALLY pretty. oh no my heart.
choked on his water. his teammate had to pat his back once and said, “stop being dramatic.”
isagi goes home that night, kicks his legs on the bed like a teen girl in a romance movie, whispering “i think i like her” into his pillow.
when you realize you like him:
one day in high school, he came over to help you carry groceries because “your hands look too soft, someone else should do the heavy lifting.”
and you were like… sir?
he carried everything in one trip just to impress you. almost fell down the stairs. still pretended he was fine.
and your heart just… “oh.”
you knew you were done for when you caught yourself smiling at him tying his shoelaces for you because “you always do it wrong.”
“𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲?”
a/n: thinking about how they bend down to hear you better and just do other gentle-many things that make you feel so sappy and in love 💕
daily reminder that this is what all of you deserve in a relationship!!!
ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis
isagi yoichi
isagi is the definition of attentive. you swear he has some internal radar set to “girlfriend frequency,” because the moment you start talking, he’s focused like you’re explaining the strategy to win the world cup.
when you’re in a loud place, he leans down immediately, one hand gently brushing the small of your back to steady you both.
“sorry, it’s loud. say it again?”
except he’s right there, face inches from yours, eyes locked on your lips like he refuses to miss a syllable.
he’s not even trying to be smooth, he just naturally is. and when he smiles after hearing you? yeah. you melt.
he always opens doors for you, not because he thinks about chivalry, but because he wants to make life easier for you.
holds your hand without thinking, thumb tracing circles along your knuckles when he gets lost in thought.
whenever you do something small, like carrying groceries or cooking, he looks at you like you’ve just solved world hunger.
“you’re seriously amazing, you know that?”
sometimes he kisses your forehead after helping you with something, and you have to pretend you’re normal about it.
you catch yourself thinking, wow… how did i get so lucky?
but he’s thinking the exact same thing.
“𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞”
a/n: oops... angst for the road!
synopsis: them haunting you this time </3
ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis
isagi yoichi
you never believed in ghosts until him.
his death wasn’t cinematic. no rain, no slow-motion goodbyes, just a phone call that left your world ringing long after you hung up.
at first, you thought the apartment was just quiet because he wasn’t around. but then came the flicker of the kitchen light every night at 10:27 – the exact time he used to come home.
the dent on the couch still dips like someone’s sitting there.
sometimes you’ll hear the faint scuff of socks on the wooden floor, the same rhythm of his restless pacing when he couldn’t sleep after a bad match.
when you fall apart, whispering that you miss him into the darkness, the TV turns on by itself, always to some old soccer replay. his team. his voice. his goal.
you keep pretending it’s coincidence, but the remote never moves.
one night you murmur, “if you’re still here… i hope you’re proud of me.”
and though the air is still, your favorite photo of him – the one with his ridiculous grin – tips over face down.
you swear you feel a hand brush against yours before it fades.
he never says goodbye, not really. he just lingers. the way he always did. a soft, persistent presence that refuses to leave the field.
okay angst time! 🥹 idk if you write angst but i hope you do! so what if the reader wants to break up with them? bllk boys reaction? 😞 (tbh if i were the reader i WOULD BE SO STUPID) but yeah—break up like fr fr 😭🥲 sorry though! i just wanna see you write angst! 😍❤️💗 love you!
“𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞?”
a/n: people are going to attack me for this aren’t they…
OKAY WAIT BEFORE YOU ATTACK ME I’LL WRITE SECOND CHANCE HEADCANONS RIGHT AFTER THIS
love you too btw!! <33
ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis
isagi yoichi
isagi is the type who doesn’t see it coming at all. he’s so wrapped up in you being his anchor that the idea of you leaving doesn’t cross his mind.
when you tell him, his first reaction is confusion – he thinks you’re joking, or maybe just upset in the moment. he’ll even laugh nervously, waiting for you to reassure him that you’re not serious.
when he realizes you are serious, the way his voice breaks is almost painful. he tries to argue logically, reminding you of everything you’ve been through together. every late-night call, every time he leaned on you after a loss, every promise.
he’d beg without realizing he’s begging, his hands shaking as he reaches for yours like you might vanish if he doesn’t hold tight.
his biggest fear is failure, and you leaving feels like the harshest proof of it. his chest feels heavy, his throat burns with words he can’t stop. “tell me what i did wrong. tell me what i can fix. i’ll do anything. just don’t go.”
if you still walk away, he crumbles. soccer used to be his everything, but you were the thing that made soccer worth playing. every win feels empty without you watching. every night, he scrolls through old pictures and rereads your texts until his eyes blur. he won’t move on easily – part of him will always play as if he’s proving to you that he can be worthy.
hiiii so happy that reqs are open again <3 you’re amazing!!
i wanted to req head canons of the bllk boys with a gf that’s like viciously sarcastic and insults/teases them for the fun of it, but also acts really sweet? Like her words and actions don’t match up at all. For example, she’ll call sae an emotionally constipated man child that’s allergic to cooperation and then she’ll be picking up his football bag to walk him to practice. Or she’ll give a brutal one liner to Kaiser about how she’d rather wring her own neck than listen to him yap about how he’s the greatest, but will show up to his games with his jersey and a poster she made the night before to cheer him on?
“𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞”
a/n: hiii thank you so much!!! YOU ARE AMAZING TOO!
i fear that this is so me and my best friends
ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis
isagi yoichi
isagi is the most confused victim of your sarcasm. he’ll be mid-rant about strategy, pointing wildly at his notebook, when you cut him off with: “gosh, no wonder you’re not the protagonist. you sound like a commentator that got rejected from ESPN.”
the man blinks. stares. starts sulking. but then you’re literally leaning over him, fixing his collar, and handing him the protein bar you bought just because you knew he’d forget breakfast. the duality has him malfunctioning.
when he scores, you’re in the stands screaming with his name painted across your cheek, even though ten minutes earlier you told him, “if you trip over your own shoelaces again, i’m filing for a refund on this relationship.”
he tries to clap back sometimes, but he’s too earnest. you’ll say, “you’re one tactical board away from becoming a soccer nerd influencer,” and he’ll stammer out, “w-well you’re mean!” (you always kiss him right after to soften the blow).
secretly, he loves it. because your sarcasm feels safe. it’s never cruel, just sharp, and it makes your sweetness hit ten times harder.
𝄞 how much does sae love you? / f!reader / fluff
you're wasted.
stumbling all over his apartment in a rather casual outfit: a hoodie and sweatpants. cheeks flushed as sae gently grabs your arm to steady you.
"i promise," you slur, hands squishing his cheeks. his gaze is stoic and fixed on you. "i didn't go drinking to mess around." you explain, staring directly into his eyes. "my friend got dumped and-" you hiccup, the scent of alcohol invading his nostrils. "i had to support her."
you place a seemingly friendly hand on his shoulder, as if calling him your pal.
"huh?" sae blinks. "i didn't think you were messing around."
"good." you let out a clipped sigh, before your eyes widen. "that reminds me! i'm so lucky to have you..." you squish your cheek over his chest, hands wrapping around his waist in a warm embrace.
sae blinks again, his arms instinctively encircling your shoulders. "...huh?"
"her ex was a horrible person, i'm just happy you're so amazing..." you murmur into his chest, as if in a dream-like state. "except when you're too engaged with analyzing football games."
he swallows thickly. "studying games is an important priority for m-"
you cut him off immediately by squeezing his waist a little too hard, enticing a cough from him. "you're just so cute, so calm, and so creative too!"
he scoffs, "creative how?"
"your insults." you smile at him.
you then pull away, taking a drunken step back. "i love you thiiiisss much!" you outstretch your arms as wide as you can, giggling like an idiot.
well, she won't remember this by tomorrow. sae thinks, before out stretching his much longer arms. "i love you this much." he mutters, the gesture awkward.
you tilt your head at the sight. "but that's way longer than mine?"
sae shuffles his feet on the floor awkwardly, pursing his lips into a little pout. "that's the point." he says softly. "come on, lets get you washed up." he urges, gently pushing your back to the bathroom.