Anon Who Requested The Match Up, Please Could You Tell Me If You Want 18+? 😚

Cuteness overloaded

husband material

a/n: I make no apologies, I made fun of Gojo a lot but I can't help making fun of the characters I kin ok...as you can tell I am unwell and clearly in love with one Nanami Kento. Please enjoy this purely self indulgent one shot that is just me ranting about how Nanami is the perfect man. n e ways- cw: some language and it eludes to sexual content, so you know the drill

"If you had to choose any sorcerer, who would it be?"

"Any sorcerer to what?"

"Like to date. If you had to choose," Gojo was leaning over the couch in the Jujutsu High lounge, wearing a smirk like he was confident in what your answer would be, "who would it be? And why is it me?"

You let out a laugh that's more mocking than genuine. "It would definitely not be you."

Gojo's jaw drops, like he can't believe it. For a very long time he's quiet - very unlike him - in utter disbelief. It had been a joke, but he was your best friend. If not him, then who? He needs to know.

Again, he asks. "So...who then?"

"Easy. Nanami."

"Nanami?!"

"Nanami."

"Why?"

"You're telling me you wouldn't date Nanami if given the opportunity?" You put your cellphone, giving up on the game you were playing seeing as Gojo was not going to let this go.

"That's not what I said." Gojo plops himself down at the opposite end of the couch, looking eager and ready for any new gossip he could wring out of you. "But I can't date myself, so therefore I would pick the next best option."

"He's definitely the best option."

"Respectfully disagree."

"That's fine." You shoot back. "Everyone is entitled to their wrong opinions. Especially you."

Gojo is once again silent. Until. "I hate you."

You can't help the chuckle that escapes.

"Why?!"

"Why what?"

"Don't be coy. Why Nanami?"

"I'm sorry," you give him a genuinely confused expression, "have you met the man? He's incredibly good looking, financially stable-"

"I'm also those things."

"Emotionally competent enough to hold a relationship for longer than three weeks-"

"That's...yeah ok, that's-"

"Is the type of man who gets along with both of your parents, so much so that they ask you every week when you're on the phone with them why the two of you aren't married or at the very least engaged yet-"

"This is getting very oddly specific."

"Radiates an aura that subtly screams 'I have a huge dick but I don't brag about it'"

"Clearly you've thought a lot about this."

"Somehow explains things without mansplaining them to you. Like if you were to ask him to explain how the stock market worked he would sit you down and make economics sound like the sexiest thing in the world while still remaining respectful."

"That's not fair. You know I'm bad at economics."

"I'm serious. He's like a total catch. Husband material. Dating isn't enough. If you date that man, it's endgame. He's already picked out the perfect ring and planned the entire honeymoon."

"Perfect is a strong word. Some would say it's too subjective even."

"He's the type of man to slow dance with you at 3 am in the kitchen of your upper class suburban home that he probably paid for in cash, while your two kids sleep soundly in their little bedrooms upstairs all tuckered out from your weekly family outing."

"Again. Very oddly specific."

"Face it, Gojo. Some men are just walking green flags." You stand and pat him on the shoulder, comforting him as he pouts. Clearly this wasn't the conversation he was hoping for. "But I have to get to my next class before my students get started without me, or Maki might accidentally give another kid a concussion. And I don't feel like explaining that to Yaga again."

Gojo waited until you were out of the room to huff in exasperation. "Psh. I'm a green flag."

"Yeah, if you're colorblind."

The sudden voice on the couch at the back of the room makes Gojo startle and jump in his seat.

Nanami lays just out of direct line of sight from the couch Gojo is sitting in, the one you were previously lounging on as well - so much so that Gojo has to lean over to see him lift the small folded towel from over his eyes.

This only sours Gojo's mood even more. "Well, I bet you're just so impressed with yourself right now."

Nanami lets the towel fall back over his eyes. "Don't feel bad Gojo," he can't contain his smirk, "not all of us can be husband material."

Hi, I really enjoy your works and I was wondering if I could request a head canon with mitsuya with a reader who is like Ty lee from Avatar: Legend of Aang.

With a fem! Ty Lee reader // Mitsuya Takashi

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

A.N: this can be seen as platonic or not! Atla is one of my favorite shows and I am very happy to share this piece with all of you. Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated, reposts are not allowed!

listen to this! or this! (for the scenario)

¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!

Clapping and music could be heard in the background. Dressed up, with a colorful set, pink and red were standing out, jewelry adorned most of your body, and a big smile in your face.

In the middle of a circle of people enjoying the show, there you were, doing what you most liked to do, performing. You felt their stares, nerves forming in your core, but everything was fine, they were just getting caught in your moves. One stood out from the group, a certain lavender boy admired the girl in front of him, perplexed at the way you swayed your hips, pride and happiness filled him up.

The music was perfect, and how you made such complicated movements had everybody in awe. Cheering from the people at the end of the show, praises and praises slipped from their mouths and you could only smile and thank for such warming welcome from your friends.

"Oi, y/n, you really have talent!" Mitsuya said, a faint blush could be perceived, though, you weren't sure because of the darkness. After all, being in the night with candles lighting up was your favorite way to perform.

¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!

it is no secret that mitsuya is like the perfect boy

he would treat you the best he can

since the first time he saw you he felt something light up inside him

your vibes were adoring for him

he helped you look for somewhere else to stay due to the fact that your family doesn't treat you well

you are childhood friends

maybe those feelings grew up to be something more than friendly...

loves to style you for your shows

if you are part of Toman would be in the 2nd division

very useful because of chi blocking and your flexibility

Mikey was impressed because you actually look like you are dancing while fighting. make it seem so easy

if you are not part of Toman you definitely know them, Mitsuya introduced the founders to you when he started the gang

great friends with Emma, Hina and later Yuzuha too. you make a lot of girl parties and sleepovers

all of the gang loves you because of your spontaneous and innocent personality.

"Mitsuya, is y/n coming? I miss her"

Hakkai has a lot of respect for you

Toman higher ups like to go to your shows to support you!

Mitsuya is very proud of you

he looks out for you too much

visits you very often

he appreciates your chill nature, always calming him if stressed

will always be there for you, no matter how complex the situation is

Overall, everybody treats you super good because you deserve it. Mitsuya loves you the way you are and is very happy to have you in his life<3

"I'll settle for them" // shinichiro + mikey + chifuyu x g.n reader

request: Can I please ask for a comfort post? I have a group of really tight knit friends and I am frankly speaking the plainest out all of them. And I know that and its never bothered me tho. But I generally avoid boys because they almost always use me to get closer to my friends. And it doesn’t bother me but this one time a guy had the audacity to ask my friend out in front of me and when she turned him down he looked at me and gave me the “I’ll settle for her look” and asked me out. Of course I told him no even before he could complete his sentence and I just wanna idk cry so bad. Like what even??? Could you like please do comfort headcanons with the tokyo revengers characters? Something like they find out this happens to their crush or s/o and how they react. I don’t even know what im asking here but your headcanons are adorable so i thought what the hell.

genre: comfort

warnings: curse words, violence (nothing to explicit)

A.N: I am so sorry this happened to you, that guy is pure shit and karma will get him. you deserve the world and more, anon, don't let this get to you bubs <3, my asks are always open to you if you want to vent out something. Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated, reposts are not allowed!

read my last work! The First Time / Angry x fem!bodied reader (mdni)

tags aren't working for me 😭☝🏼

Sano Shinichiro:

this guy was pissed to say the least, ready to throw some punches. who would dare to say those things to his s/o, insinuating in such a filthy way?

he didn't hesitate to step in front of you, looking straight into the guy, saying "you think she would even consider to be with you? fucking asshole".

taking you by the hand to a place where you were both alone, asking if you were okay, hugging you, holding you while you cried. he gave you a peck to your forehead assuring you that no one deserved you, praising you like the god/goddess you are.

he took you to his house just to cuddle and watch your favorite show because he loves to spoil you ♡

¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!

Sano Manjiro "Mikey"

he was behind you and your friend, eating a dorayaki, until he heard this guy asking you out as the second option.

poor guy.

got his ass handed to him in seconds. not able to step back from a kick from Mikey, almost unconcious after the hit to his stomach.

Mikey yelled to the poor guy "you think you are so attractive, asking my s/o in front of me and their friend, and lets not forget you also asked her friend before" giving another kick, blacking him out. "that was for the other girl"

leaving the girl behind, he took you somewhere private, seeing you with glossy eyes broke his heart, you hugged him and he said "I promise you this will never happen to you again" hugging you back.

¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!

Matsuno Chifuyu

similar to shinichiro

he stepped in front of you and your friend, pushing the guy back, "what do you think you are doing, idiot?", fighting with words and pushing each other, "I feel very sorry for you, not being able to even pull one girl out" punching the guy in the face.

took you and your friend to a safe place away from the creep, turning around to face you, seeing your puffy eyes, he hugged you so tightly, whispering sweet things and how that guy was so wrong, almost crying with you.

he kissed your tears away and told you to go get something to eat, just to distract you from such horrible moment.

In love with this man is a statement.

back with the jean posts for you guys

Unexpected Chapter 18

summary: what to expect when you’re expecting the child of a rich, womanizing, alcoholic, unredeemable asshole? and what to do when the unexpected, improbable, irrational happens?

pairing: jean kirstein x (fem) reader

genre: modern au, 18+

warning: jean and reader arguing, postpartum, angst 

When Jean went back to the office – a week after the baby’s birth – he was pleasantly surprised by all the congratulations he got. People whose names he didn’t even know smiled at him and shook his hand. Pieck hugged him, which was bizarre and somewhat uncomfortable. Sasha came to his office to perch on his desk and flick through the hundreds of photos he’d taken on his phone since the birth. Connie brought champagne and cigars for the whole floor.

Less surprising, and much less pleasant, were all the messages Mr. Ackerman had left. They ranged in timbre from furious to businesslike to mind-numbingly boring. He rested his head in his hands as he listened to them, too exhausted to get riled up. He’d slept no more than three hours at a time since his daughter’s birth.

In some ways, it was a relief to be back at the office. Y/n had cried every day since the baby had been born. Most of the time, she cried in the shower, or when he went to his penthouse to get more clothes and freshen up. Her eyes were tell-tale, though. They were red-rimmed and swollen. He didn’t ask why she cried. He assumed it was hormones run amuck, and he knew that when it came to Y/n, hormonal sobbing was only one misstep away from hormonal rage.  

For her part, the baby didn’t bother hiding her tears or her indignation. She seemed to cry whenever she was awake. She was particularly apt to wail until she was red in the face if it was in the middle of the night.

Jean was hopeless in the face of all this. Feeding the baby worked, so he tried feeding Y/n. That didn’t work. No matter what he brought her or made her, she picked at it listlessly. Letting Y/n curl up in bed and sleep, undisturbed, worked.  The baby seemed determined never to sleep, no matter how much he begged and rocked and paced. He would bottle-feed her pumped breastmilk so Y/n could sleep, and still, she’d cry and cry.

Her crying would keep Y/n awake, and she’d say, wan-faced, “Please make her stop.”

“I’m trying.”

“Please.”

“I’m trying!” His temper would flare up, stoked by his frustration and exhaustion, and then he’d tamp it down. “Go back to bed.”

When she did, Jean would speak to the baby, in a hushed, urgent voice. “Okay, sweetheart. Mommy needs sleep. You have to stop crying.” The baby would only cry harder as if she could sense his distress.

Bargaining worked with neither Y/n or the baby. Neither of them would listen to reason.

It was slowly driving him insane. He was a man of reason. He was ready to be back at work. Guilt plagued him, but in his office, he was in control. He kept his own schedule, not the schedule of a six-pound dictator. It was blessedly quiet.

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you are dating him?! // Ran + Rindou + Souya

request — hi,May i request a Ran and Rindo reaction to their younger sister dating souta kawata

genre — fluff, crack

warnings — nothing, just jealous haitanis

word count — 501

A. N — not proofread, also, Im back hehehe

they were walking down the street calmly, looking for the shop where they usually bought food for the coming week. it was sunday morning, the day where they could be normal and had nothing left to do and yet they found him here.

that angry face and blue cotton locks of his that annoyed Ran and Rindou so much, from all the guys in town they had to find the boy that beated them up in the serenity of sunday.

the eldest looked down to his brother, giving him a glare that Rindou understood inmediately. rolling up their sleeves they began walking towards Souya's direction but were caught in surprise at the sudden apparition of a lady by his side, intertwined fingers and matching bracelets, the woman was not past 15 years old and had a very known hair color to them. it wasn't until she talked that the brothers realized who the girl was, none other than their little sister.

"Y/N!" Ran yelled, "what are you doing here?". you hadn't seen them there, it couldn't be possible, you made sure nobody that you knew was around, after all you were seeing Angry secretly. you turned your head around a bit just to answer nervously "Ran, Rindou! I didn't see you there, I'm doing the shopping with... a friend"

noticing your tone Rindou said to you "a friend? then why are you holding hands?" noticeable anger in his words, "uhm well..." you gave Souya a glare "I think we need to talk" you said while squeezing his hand. you went to an alley to have more privacy.

"you are dating him!" both saying in unison. then, you explained to them how you met Souya by friends in common and that you were dating for awhile now, having little dates from time to time, mentioning how happy he made you, also Souya asked for permission to keep seeing you.

"listen you bastard" said Rindou, "dare to hurt her in any way and you are done" , "protect her no matter what, and leave your romantic gestures private, I don't wanna see you kissing her in front of me or the people" Ran added, "and don't do anything stupid, I don't want a kid running around the house".

your cheeks blushing from embarrasment at the last remark, muttering a "wasn't necessary", "what did you say?" Ran responded while making a gesture to his ear, "nothing, now go", you said a bit terrified. the Haitani brothers walked away from you, Rindou making the gesture of pointing at his eyes and then at Souya before desappearing from your view and leaving you two alone again.

"that was... intense" Souya said with his eyes wide open, "hey, don't worry, we won't have kids right now" you said while chuckling and going for your next stop in your shopping date. Souya following you not long after, pink cheeks and a not-so angry face anymore.

If Tomorrow Is Different

word count: 5.8k+

pairing: Viktor/Photographer!Reader, Viktor x Photographer!Reader (I always use GN pronouns!)

warnings: none! just tooth-rotting fluff and so. much. flirting.

notes: i could write all day about flirty/peppy viktor i love him SO MUCH this little cheeky mf! got this out yesterday (vik’s bday!!) but accidentally… deleted it… yeah TvT but uh happy belated bday vitya!! <3

this fic is also cross-posted on AO3! hope you enjoy!

Piltoverian photographs aren’t supposed to be complex.

They’re still images, after all, only a story brought to life by certain motifs in a work.

Dark contrasts, stunning detail, matte finishes, perfection that has yet to be tapped into—this is what most request. After years of experience, along with guidance from experienced professionals, you’ve learned to master your craft.

Finding the optimal angle to invoke power as a theme—it’s already a done deal when the mere mention of the task comes about. Marking Piltover as a country that has endured toil and shed its chrysalis of grime to emerge into an ornate creature of power—easily approachable. Showing off luxuries and the finest qualities of the elite—taken care of with a simple snap of pearls and gold.

Results are always surface-level, superficial, unreal because you’re able to mask the imperfections on camera—the qualities that always jump out at you, scaring the lens into submission. It’s the “scourge of Piltover,” a nightmare that buries its claws deep within your profession in the city, plaguing every individual, no matter how seemingly humble.

You’re well-adjusted to curing the illness, hiding what needs to be hidden, perhaps even inclined to make people look better than they actually are.

But with Viktor, there comes a dilemma.

Viktor, weak and feeble, as if a gust of wind may break his bones and put a stop to his heart. Viktor, fickle and nuanced, this unspoken genius that lays behind the shell of a human, blooming into brilliance with every second of existence.

How are you supposed to immortalize such a man?

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