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content: unsolicited gift-giving, gn!reader (no pronouns used), undefined relationship
wc: .5k
a/n: i need a new phone so bad. but i need gojo more.
This is starting to get ridiculous… you thought as you spotted the second clumsily wrapped gift to appear on your desk this week. It was Wednesday. You sighed, not even needing to read the sticky note on the package to know who it was from. You stole a glance anyway, biting your lip at the familiar yet illegible signature of your coworker. You remembered when he’d finally mastered his sloppy penmanship in high school.
“It’s the perfect autograph for the perfect sorcerer. Keep this. It’ll be worth a lot of money in 10 years!” he’d said as he signed your yearbook at graduation.
You tucked the note in your top drawer with the others that had accumulated over the past few weeks. You stared at the gift on your desk mat, willing it to disintegrate under your gaze. Then you wouldn’t have to accept it and the guilt that came with it. He had no business spending this much money on you. But no matter how hard or long you looked at it, the gift remained intact, and you knew you had to open it sooner or later.
You slowly tore the light blue wrapping paper open, heart heavy with anticipation. You cursed loud enough for the whole school to hear you once you removed the final layer of paper to reveal a phone box. Seconds later, the door to the teachers’ office slid open to reveal the culprit.
“You rang?”
“Satoru! I cannot fucking accept this! I’m not even opening the box, so please return it!”
“It’s too late. I already opened it. How else was I supposed to put my number in?”
“Gojo!”
“What?” he asked, plastering faux innocence over his handsome features.
“Why the hell would you buy me a phone? Mine is perfectly functional!”
“Sweetheart, that brick of yours turns the temperature of this sun after 3 minutes of use. You’re burning all sensation from your hands. Open it.”
“No! Please just return it.”
“Not gonna happen. Open it.”
“Only if you promise to stop buying me shit.”
“...for how long?”
“Forever!”
“Hmm…until your birthday is the best I can do.”
“Ugghhh, fine!” You relented, throwing your hands up in the air. You gulped before lifting the lid on the box. He hadn’t been lying; the box had already been opened, as it was missing the tape that should’ve sealed it shut. Nestled in the box was the newest model phone in your favorite color because of course it was.
“Thank you, Satoru, this was very kind of you,” you said softly, still staring at the phone.
“No problem, the color just made me think of you,” he replied with a beaming smile.
“You say that about everything you’ve given me lately. Do you really think about me this much?
“I’m always thinking about you,” Satoru said, tone suddenly serious. You looked over to see him staring at his feet, shoulders slumped, looking very much like the uncertain child he no longer was.
“Well, maybe stop thinking about me with your credit card in hand. You’re always on my mind Satoru. You don’t have to buy my attention.”
“Oh, it’s not your attention I’m buying. It's your cute little outbursts,” he explained, looking up from the ground with another smile spread across his lips.
“I despise you.”
“You’re cute when you’re annoyed with me.”
“I’m about to get downright adorable.”
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the way it’s like this in Australia too. I’m still trying to get comfortable with people on here being nice to me and people in my city looking at me in any way and it’s all because 90’s & 00’s kids had it drilled in their heads that no one but their parents and siblings can be trusted.
Reagan-era "stranger danger" panic has done so much harm to americans' sense of community. It cemented the idea that only the nuclear family could be trusted with the care of the child, deterred people from cooperative living with an extended community, and continues to place abuse victims in danger by perpetuating the misconception that most child abuse is done by strangers rather than someone they know. It is in our best interest to become more interdependent than we were raised to be.
#it’s not even my anxiety disorder#or even the neurodivergence#it’s the fact that we were all terrified under the age of like 8#I am an adult now and yet I see almost all other adults as a threat#✰kana-reblogs
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okay guys what’s our general consensus on reblogs?
I have a separate blog specifically for reblogs but I’ve been informed that people are probably blocking me because I don���t reblog on this blog that often
how are people feeling about me reblogging more over here?
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“i can’t believe you talked me into this,” your boyfriend groans, sprawling himself out on the couch rather dramatically.
“it’s just one night” you turn to face him, clothing iron in hand. “can you please put your pants on?”
“i can’t put them on now! they’ll crease!”
“now, satoru. we’ve been on the pta for two years and haven’t volunteered for a single activity. we can’t be late.”
“ugh,” he grumbles, but sits up to comply. “why are we even on the pta?”
“because you signed us up,” you remind him, setting tsumiki’s dress aside to pick up megumi’s collared shirt. “you said that we needed to be more ‘cool and involved.’”
“well, i changed my mind. what we need is one night without the kids,” he sighs rather dramatically. “it’s been a while since we’ve had any proper—” he cuts himself on when you send him a sharp look. “—sleep. proper sleep.”
you huff, turning back to your ironing. “if you keep complaining, i’ll take myself, your credit card, and the kids to disney world. give you a whole week without them.”
he sits up, fixing you with an amused look. “where is my credit card, by the way?”
“tsumiki! megumi!” you call, very pointedly ignoring his question. “come get your things, please.” tsumiki comes right away, skipping into the room, taking her dress. “i’ll help you with your hair once i’m done here.”
megumi comes in a few moments later, grumbling. “do i have to go?”
“if i have to go, so do you,” gojo tells him, handing him his clothes and ruffling the boy’s hair. you roll your eyes when he nods his head toward you. “and because the boss said so.”
“well, the boss needs you both to get ready, because we’re leaving in half an hour.”
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the gym is exactly how you’d pictured it would be. streamers in the school colours, balloons dotting the floors and clumped near the refreshment table. colourful and fun lighting streaks through the darkness, and of course, no middle school dance would be complete without an ipod hooked up to a mediocre sound system.
“have fun you guys, but not too much fun. i’d hate to have to…uh, arrest you on a night like tonight.”
“you’re a chaperone, not a cop,” you remind him, lightly digging your elbow into his ribs as the kids head off to meet up with their friends.
“what’s the difference?”
you laugh at that, but when you notice he isn’t join, you glance up to see a genuinely confused expression on his face. “haven’t you been to a dance before?”
he shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. “i was homeschooled until i went to jujutsu tech.”
you can’t help but frown at that, looping your arm through his and pressing yourself into his side.
“oh, come on,” he laughs, shaking his head. “you’re not really sad about that, are you?”
“a little!” you admit, pouting. “awkward middle school dances are an essential coming-of-age experience!”
“is that why you were pushing so hard for them to go?” he asks.
“i want them to experience as much as they can while they’re still young,” you say, smiling as you watch tsumiki show off her dress to a group of her friends. “they’re good kids. they deserve it.”
“well, when you put it like that…” your boyfriend is oddly silent as he watches the kids, the small beginnings of a smile curling on his lips.
the two of you move on to check in with the pta, who assign you with dance floor supervision for the night. upon getting your assignments, a lot of other parents seem interested in supervising the dance floor too.
it doesn’t take you long to realize why.
satoru is popular with the pta moms. you can’t really blame them, because you’ve long been smitten with his boyish charm. he preens at their attention, flashing them handsome grins and winks with his pretty blue eyes.
but you’re feeling a little possessive tonight.
“come on,” you whisper, taking his hand and pulling him towards the door.
“where are we going?” he asks, confused as you lead him through the school.
“sneaking away during school dances is always the best part.”
“to do what?”
he doesn’t question it again when you press him up against a library bookshelf, your lips trailing up the column of his neck and across his jaw before finally meeting his own.
he reciprocates immediately, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. his kiss is sweet and slow, as if he’s cherishing it. you sigh contentedly and melt into it, your hands tangling through his hair—
“gross.”
you spring apart, heads whipping to the side to see megumi sitting at one of the library tables.
“megumi? what are you doing here?”
he holds up a book in answer. “‘s too loud to read in the gym. what were you guys doing?”
“nothing,” you say quickly, heat pinprickimg at the back of your neck.
“making out,” your boyfriend quips at the same time.
“you guys are gross,” the kid says again.
“and you’re not here to read,” gojo chuckles, straightening the collar of his shirt. “come on, let’s head back.”
megumi groans loudly but complies, satoru swinging your interlocked hands as you follow him back to the gym.
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“did you request this?” satoru asks as a familiar piano opening fills the gymnasium. “this song is old, babe. these kids weren’t even alive when this song came out.”
“i know. but it’s still very romantic,” you shrug, holding a hand out to him. “satoru? would you like to dance?”
it’s his turn to roll his eyes, but he takes your hand nonetheless, letting you guide him to an open spot on the dance floor. you place his hand on your waist, loosely cupping the other in your own as you sway to the music. he starts off a little stiff and hesitant, but eventually he relaxes into it.
“thanks for making me do this.”
your brows raise slightly. “finally admitting you’re having fun?”
“everything’s fun when the four of us do it together,” he admits, a cute blush dusting his cheeks.
you share multiple dances with the kids too, jumping around to upbeat pop songs and the occasional slow song. (he and tsumiki waltz circles around you and megumi, but that’s okay). there’s so much laughter and joy packed into those three hours that you’re sure it’s one of the best nights of your life.
during the last slow song of the night, you wordlessly, pull your boyfriend into an embrace, smiling against his shoulder as he kisses the top of your head and sways you to the music.
#this is so cute#all my primary/middle school dances were super awkward#even my high school ones now i think about it#i love the fushigojos#✰kana-reblogs#✰recs
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secrecy
jjk megumi fushiguro x fem!reader
hiding your relationship from your loudmouth friends and your energetic teacher is harder than it seems.
content: fluff, established/secret relationship, aged!up megumi (16/17 years old)
warning: there is implied/suggestive content because teenagers do stuff (come on, we all know that) but it’s not written out. yuji and nobara get the wrong idea and tease the hell out of megumi, that’s all!
meeting up after classes are over is always hard.
yuji and nobara are insistent in their spots between the two of you. yuji stays glued o megumi’s side and nobara sneaks her way in between you two. it’s a surprise that neither of them have caught on yet.
megumi’s sudden confession had been blurted out from the doorway of your dorm. you both had been in a pretty gruesome fight; you had needed stitches despite shoko using reverse cursed technique on you, and megumi was injured with a slight limp. he’d been worried even though you paid your wounds no mind.
“take care of yourself,” he’d said through gritted teeth. “i care about you more than you think.”
it had been out of pity more than anything; he had walked you to your room, believing it was his fault that you’d nearly been killed.
still, you acknowledged the warm words through his usual gruffness.
that had led you to today, with yuji and nobara arguing between the two of you. you want nothing more than to relax in your dorm with megumi’s head on your chest, running your fingers through his messy black hair. he’s got a knack for nuzzling into you, breathing in your scent and peppering kisses along your collarbone. it’s his way of telling you he loves you.
“so what d’ya wanna do then?” nobara huffs, frustrated.
“you just said no to every single restaurant i recommended. why don’t you choose?” yuji whines.
nobara crosses her arms. “i’m not choosing because you’re gonna say no.”
“that’s not true,” yuji deflects, furrowing his brows. “i just told you, i don’t care where we eat.”
“i’m gonna head back,” megumi says, clearing his throat. “i’ve got a mission tomorrow and i wanna get some sleep.”
it’s an obvious excuse, at least to you. megumi isn’t lying, though; he has to visit a train station tomorrow to get rid of a nasty curse that’d been formed from an accident. it’s overgrown and estimated to at least be a grade 1 curse, so megumi is being sent by himself because gojo trusts that he can handle it smoothly. megumi is a grade 1 sorcerer, after all, and lately gojo has been trying to get him reevaluated as a special grade.
“you guys have fun,” you announce shortly after megumi trudges away. “i’m gonna go finish my book before my sparring session with maki.”
“whatttt?!” nobara groans. “maki said she was gonna hang with me! someone isn’t telling the truth and i know it’s you!”
you cringe, knowing you’ve been caught in your lie. “oh, that’s right. the session is tomorrow.”
“if you or megumi aren’t going then i won’t go either!” yuji pouts.
“what was the point of us walking all the way out here?” nobara smacks him on the back of his head. “whatever! i’m going to find maki. maybe she’ll wanna eat with me.”
“the third years aren’t gonna hang with you, loser,” yuji says, sticking his tongue out at her.
nobara responds by flicking him off over her shoulder. she’s already long gone by the time you and yuji bid your goodbyes. you take your time on the way back to your dorm, shuffling your feet against the pavement as slowly as you can. the last thing you want is to catch up to yuji on your way to the boys’ dormitory.
you take a quick look around once you start to get close to megumi’s dorm. the sun beams down at you and you begin to sweat nervously. you’ve done this plenty of times before, but it still makes your nerves jitter.
the coast is clear. the bushes don’t seem to be hiding anyone. there doesn’t seem to be a person hiding behind any corners. you make a run for it, nimbly skipping toward the boys’ dormitories. you make a beeline for megumi’s door, which is the furthest one at the end of the hall. yuji’s dorm is across from his, so you make sure your footsteps aren’t too loud. you tap on the doorframe four times, a signal you’d unknowingly came up with in the weeks you and megumi have snuck into each other’s rooms.
megumi swings the door open, his face brightening as he pulls you in. he wastes no time in burying himself into the crook of your neck, inhaling your comforting scent.
“god, i was hoping they’d leave without us back there,” he sighs into your neck. “it took you so long to shake ‘em off.”
your lips stretch into a pretty grin, and megumi nearly melts at the sight. you ruffle his hair and press a kiss onto his redden cheek. “i’m here now, aren’t i?”
megumi would’ve cringed had it been any other couple, but it’s you and him, and all the sweet words you two whisper make him adore the cheesiness of the relationship. he takes you by the hand and nearly crushes you as he lays the both of you down.
napping together is a common occurrence for the two of you. it’s not like you can waltz out with your fingers interlocked because gojo would make fun of you both for the rest of your lives. dating as a jujutsu sorcerer is hard enough, and you two would rather not add him into the mix.
“are you sleepy?” you ask softly. you’re trapped in between his toned arms, your face pressing into his firm chest.
he hums. “you mind?”
“not at all,” you say with a small laugh. “but you gotta get up before dinner, ‘kay?”
you feel him nod. “yeah, just wake me up.”
“‘kay.”
the silence is comfortable, as if you’ve known him for longer than you actually have. he lets himself go when he’s around you, and that fact makes you more prideful than it should. there’s something about megumi fushiguro allowing you to see his vulnerable side that makes you feel all the more important. the boy never, ever removes the scowl off his face unless he’s with you.
“need to take off my clothes,” you complain. “i’m all sweaty from today. gojo sensei had me run a few laps ‘cause nobara snitched about me returning to my room late.”
the corner of megumi’s mouth lifts. “that’s why i told you to leave before sunset. see what happens when you don’t listen?”
you shove his shoulder and unseal yourself from his hold, giving him a glare. “you were the one asking me to stay, you idiot. now give me a shirt.”
he pretends to be annoyed, mumbling something under his breath as he reaches for a shirt hung on the end of his headboard.
“a clean one.” you give him a pointed look.
“i thought you liked my smell?” he looks at you through his lashes.
“your smell, megumi, not your sweat,” you deadpan.
he lets out a laugh and it sounds like music to your ears. perhaps this is what the world means when they say love makes you a different person.
he obliges and walks to his drawer. megumi is changed himself: loose sweatpants hanging on his waist lowly. he has on a white t-shirt and the necklace you had gifted him a week prior. megumi hands you one of his sweaters, which is oversized, but it’s the best he can do. you’d rather not go back to your dorm to change.
megumi turns around so that you can change. he’s awkward and beet red, scratching his head in a moment of tenseness. you slip on his sweater and you’re immediately engulfed in his warm scent. the fabric nearly drowns you as you take off your pants.
“do you have any shorts?” you ask, scanning the room.
megumi’s back is still turned to you. “you took those ones back to your room, remember? did you bring them?”
you shake your head, but then remember that he can’t see you. you duck your head in embarrassment, laughing lightly. “nah, but it’s fine. the shirt’s basically a dress anyway.”
megumi hears the sheets rustle and makes a bold assumption to turn around. he’s met with you sprawled out on the bed, patting the empty space next to you as a wordless invitation.
his eyes crinkle when he grins, which is not something you see everyday. you savor the moment and engrave it into your memory. it’ll make you giddy when you remember it tonight as you get ready for bed.
“love you,” you whisper, making yourself comfortable in his embrace. you feel his fingers caress your arm in loving patterns.
megumi pauses for a split second, but it’s long enough for you to notice. he still has a hard time using his words, but you’re in no rush to change that part of him.
“i love you, too,” he replies in a small voice.
“when did you get so corny?” you tease, your eyes fluttering shut.
“you’re being irritating,” he says. you can tell just from the way he puffs out a little breath that he’s rolling his eyes in distaste. “it’s your fault for making me all gross and corny. yuji would never stop making fun of me if he saw us right now.”
“megumi!” a knock interrupts him. it’s yuji, who calls from outside the door. “gojo-sensei needs us real quick! read your damn text messages for once!”
megumi freezes and your head perks up. your eyes are wide with fear and slight amusement. this has never happened before. megumi presses a finger to your lips, shushing you, before he yells out an irritated, “what does he want?”
“he says we gotta go see him in his office! check your phone.” yuji’s voice is muffled. he bangs on the door once more.
your breathing is shallow. there’s a sort of excitement in the air at the thought of possibly being caught, but the anxiety of it all overpasses that. you refuse to move, afraid that the loud sheets will give it away to yuji that you’re in the same bed as megumi.
“is the door locked?” you whisper lowly.
megumi’s eyes narrow. “i… i think so. i don’t know.”
“what do you mean you don’t know?”
“i was excited to see you… i’m not—i don’t remember locking it.”
“i’m sure you did,” you convince yourself out loud, “you always do.”
“and tell y/n that she’s gotta come out too!” nobara’s voice rings out.
you feel your body grow hot in humiliation.
once you’re all in gojo’s office, the white-haired man gives you and megumi a hard stare. he has a lazy smirk plastered on his face, his blindfold pushed down on his neck solely so that he can show off the mischievous glint in his eyes.
“let me make one thing clear,” gojo begins, “no boys in the girls’ dorms.”
yuji scrunches his nose.
“and no girls in the boys’ dorms. we all know this already, don’t we?”
“duh. is that all?” nobara says, shifting her weight on to her left leg. she looks amused.
“y/n,” gojo says, causing your eyes to flicker up at him, “run 30 laps. you’ve broken the rules.”
your jaw drops open. it had been embarrassing enough to quickly throw on your pants and rush out of megumi’s room with nobara and yuji’s smug faces trailing behind you.
“no buts,” he adds when he notices your apprehension.
you frown.
“i’ll take half,” megumi mutters, the annoyance leaking into his tone. “she’ll do 15 and i’ll do 15. we both broke the rules, so punish us fairly.”
gojo’s smirk widens. “i wasn’t finished, fushiguro. you’re gonna run 30 as well… but i guess it’s 45 now? isn’t that sweet of you? protecting your girl~”
“gojo-sensei… y/n is wearing megumi’s shirt…” yuji pretends to gag. “we all know what that—”
megumi shoots a glare at him. if eyes could kill, yuji would be six feet under. “don’t be fucking gross, yuji. it’s not like that.”
you tug at his t-shirt, eyes averting gojo’s. megumi’s behavior is only going to punish the two of you more. the whole situation is already making you want to curl up into a ball and die, and you want it to be over with already.
“oh my god, you’re right, yuji. that’s…. that’s very scandalous.” nobara brings a hand to cover her opened mouth.
“don’t piss me off,” megumi threatens. “it’s not anything like what you two are thinking. don’t be weird about it.”
gojo opens his mouth to speak, but megumi is quicker. he drags you out of the office and the two of you make it to the track field. the red of the field matches the red in megumi’s face. it’s ridiculously hilarious now that you’re really looking at it.
“let’s run our laps. 15 for you, 45 for me.”
you giggle and pull him in for a kiss. “thank you, megumi, but i can handle 30 just fine. we just have to get better at sneaking around, don’t we?”
“yeah…” he says, his composure breaking. “ah, whatever. they know anyway. let’s just start going out, hm? they can’t control us outside of school grounds.”
from somewhere inside the school, you can hear nobara celebrate over winning $50.
a/n: this was SO FUN TO WRITE. i have so many drafts and drabbles so i decided to just post one! none of it is canon blah blah idc IM A SUCKER FOR SOFT MEGUMI!!! he’s the epitome of “i hate everyone but you” HOPE U ENJOYED
#we love megumi being a gentleman#yuji and nobara just being their chaotic selves even for a few minutes#✰kana-reblogs#✰recs
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I’m losing so many followers and most of them are mutuals,, I’m so confused??
Am I shadowbanned and that’s why I’m not getting any traction for any of my recent works? Are they even showing up?
Is there something I’m somehow missing in people’s DNI and making everyone uncomfy??
#PLS PLS PLS INTERACT IF YOU CAN SEE THIS#TELL ME WHAT IM DOING WRONG#✰ kana talks#✰ currently stressing
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is this just a me thing or do other people feel like imposters and shouldn’t be on 18+ blogs when they are in fact over 18?
like so many of my mutuals and favourite writers are aged like 20/25+ and I just feel like I’m crossing boundaries talking to them when I’ve triple checked their rules pages and I’m definitely not
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help i’m accidentally making endeavor sound like a good parent in this rq and it’s stressing me out
#this makes me seem like an endeavor apologist#i’m not saying he’s a good person but he does care for his family at least a little#maybe i’m just upset and trying to find a good parent idea#is this even worth posting?#✰kana talks#✰ currently writing
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I’ve updated my rules! Please read before continuing or starting to interact!!
Note: This has been updated on Mobile and I will fix formatting when I get the chance!
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how old are u & how old do you imagine your favs being?
#will be 20 this year#depends on who#Tetsurō Satoru Kaeya Kaveh and Aki#are their canonical ages#27 28 22 24/25 and 23/24 respectively#Denki I see in his mid 20s#Keisuke & Kyojuro are probably both in their mid-late 20’s#Belphegor is 19/21#I need to stop having self ships#✰about-kana#✰selfships
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okay so first of all, I'm so proud of u love ! you've been working so hard lately and I'm so happy to see that your requests are open again !
I was wondering how u think the jjk men would act w a s/o who sleeps with plushies CUZ I STILL SLEEP W PLUSHIES AND LIKE WHAT WOULD THEY DO (nanami, gojo, toji and megumi and whoever u want 💓)
I feel like gojo would fart on them
I LOVE YOU, NO PRESSURE LOVE
Hey look I finally got around to finishing this!
As usual, this is for my lovely Flora! I love you so much!
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Toji Fushiguro would flick them off your bed without a second thought. This man does not care. He’s so mean to all of them and probably laughs when you pick them up while glaring at him until he realises he messed up. Are you slightly intimidating right now? Absolutely. Toji better run for hurting your precious babies. Gets you like 30 more as an apology and uses them as a shield if you’re still upset.
Satoru Gojo would tease the heck out of you for having plushies and needing to sleep with them, he’s a little jealous of them honestly, for being able to be with you so much of the time. Still, Satoru sits and asks you to introduce them all to him, and he’s committed each name and face of your plushies to memory. He even buys you new ones back from missions in places you’ve never been before.
Kento Nanami doesn’t mind your plushies too much. Logically, he knows that they’re comforting to you and is completely understanding about it. Kento reasons that they’re something for you to snuggle with when he can’t snuggle with you, and he’s honestly grateful that you can have that comfort even when he can’t give it to you.
Megumi Fushiguro has a photo of you cuddling a plushie as his lockscreen. Is he a little salty when you’re hanging out nad you’re grasping the plushie instead of him? Absolutely. Is he going to admit that? No. Megumi is another person who’ll buy you plushies for the sole purpose of seeing you smile, no matter how big or small the plush is or how expensive, if it makes you smile, that’s all that’s important.
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#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk hcs#jjk megumi#jjk gojo#jjk toji#jjk nanami#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jjk fluff#megumi fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#kento nanami x reader#satoru gojo x reader#🩷.Flora#✰kana-writes
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chicken wings. keigo takami can be described as a chicken wing fanatic. we’re talking all chicken wings, honey soy, kentucky fried, babes, it does not matter. keigo takami has the bones of the wings throughout his entire apartment. You on the other hand are sitting on the ground in your boyfriend’s apartment, hoping you could eventually reclaim your spot on the couch.
(i found this in my drafts and i’m extremely confused because it was marked as finished so here you go i guess)
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#keigo takami#bnha hawks#bnha drabble#mha imagines#bnha x reader#hawks x reader#this is so strange#✰kana-writes#mha crack#bnha keigo#✰my hero academia
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literally checking ur acc 4 times a day, waiting for that one JJK fic u announced
you’re in luck! I’m back and I’m writing! I just have one character left and it’ll be posted sometime in the next few weeks! thank you for baring with me! 💛
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bringing attention back to this because quite a few of my mutuals are getting minors on their accounts.
I am an adult. They are adults. While I don’t actively stop minors from interacting with all my work (I do for NSFW content) , other people do regardless on if it’s sfw or not.
CHECK THE INDIVIDUAL RULE PAGES.
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bringing attention back to this because quite a few of my mutuals are getting minors on their accounts.
I am an adult. They are adults. While I don’t actively stop minors from interacting with all my work (I do for NSFW content) , other people do regardless on if it’s sfw or not.
CHECK THE INDIVIDUAL RULE PAGES.
usual pinned rules
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WORKS IN PROGRESS
~ to give you an idea of what’s happening while I’m MIA ~
(subject to change)
as of 25/04 writing again!!
♫♪.ılılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılılı.♫♪
* Shoto Todoroki’s s/o meeting Endeavour
* Hawks’ s/o with a bat quirk ???
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