SERO??? HELLOOOOOO

Nanami coquette

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Shopping 🛍️ 

screaming, crying, violently sweating, ripping my hair out

Gojo’s body irl:

argue with ur mammy about it.

Coworker!Nanami who you happened to smile at on his first day working at the company; and spent as many hours thinking about that smile as he did trying to capture its radiance in sketches upon sketches until his hands stained with charcoal.

Coworker!Nanami who always watched from afar, admired from afar. Believing himself not worthy to talk to someone that lit up the room the way you did, after all, shadows live behind the sun.

Coworker!Nanami who pinches himself a good few times the first time you come up and chatter away about some document. Sure, it’s about work– but the man goes home and pens nearly five ridiculous sonnets about the entire thing. 

Coworker!Nanami who almost faints when you give him the time of day thereafter. Not that anyone would be able to see, of course, his poker face was almost perfect. Almost - all except for the bright pink blush on the tips of his ears, and the way his hands trembled whenever they brushed yours. 

Coworker!Nanami who spends exactly three hours talking himself up in the mirror one day to ask you out. Only to stumble over his own two feet the very day and end up popping the question, not just any question - the question. Will you marry me?

Coworker!Nanami who wishes the world would swallow him up right then and there. That is, until you giggle and nod about becoming his “work wife” if he takes you out to dinner first.

Coworker!Nanami who has no idea that you’d one day take out the “work” in “work wife”, and yet writes about it in his secret diary, anyway - fresh home from your first date, and lip-stick covered.

JJK Men: Dreaming about you after your death

· — Even months later after your tragic death by a cursed spirit, they still dream of that terrible day.

๑ Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro and Ryomen Sukuna.

๑ Content: Fem!Reader, established relationship, angst, A LOT of angst (*evil laugh*), mention of panic crisis (Choso)

๑ a/n: I enjoyed writing this so much, even though it was really sad. Ah, unlike the others, Sukuna didn't have a dream but rather flashbacks, you will understand when you read.

⸺ㅤGOJO

Gojo woke up startled, trying to grasp something that was no longer there. He barely noticed he was already crying when he woke up, the eyes you used to love and appreciate were now crying for your absence. That man who once laughed and smiled genuinely by your side had once again lost the reason to laugh and smile truly. Gojo sincerely couldn't bear to maintain that facade of a strong sorcerer, physically and mentally. He was tired, he was alone. He promised, he promised to protect you, but he failed. Now he promises that, one day, he will find you again, but for now he would just embrace the clothes you used to wear to feel your scent while he cries. Unfortunately, those clothes were already losing your scent.

⸺ㅤGETO

Geto absolutely refused to accept what had happened. He convinced himself that you would suddenly walk through the door with that smile he loves so much. He would wait however long it took for that to happen, but deep down, he knew it would never come true. That's why Geto woke up already staring directly at the door. In the dream, you walked through that door smiling, just as he had been imagining lately. It seemed so real that he could swear he smelled your scent. But the scent didn't actually come from you; it came from the stuffed animal you cherished, which Geto now slept beside every night to catch a glimpse of you being with him.

⸺ㅤNANAMI

Nanami had just returned from work. Sitting on the couch, he ended up dozing off and had that same repetitive dream about you. The day he proposed to you was certainly one of the most memorable days in Nanami's life. But that dream always ends with that cursed spirit sneaking up from behind and dragging you away from Nanami. Kento always screams and tries to run towards you, but for some reason, he never moves from his spot. Nanami opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before sighing. He glanced down at his own hand, where he still wore the engagement ring on his finger. He wouldn't dare take it off for anything, even though you're no longer physically there with him, even if the image of you looking beautiful in a white dress is now nothing more than a dream never realized.

⸺ㅤCHOSO

Choso woke up totally bewildered, panting, and in a panic. He sat on the bed while looking around, processing where he was and searching for you, but found nothing, nothing but a photo of you next to the bed. Choso couldn't take it anymore, couldn't bear to have so many panic attacks for not being able to save you that day, he wasn't there to protect you as he had promised. He failed you, and it tore him apart. He hated having to deal with these daily crises; Choso knew it was exhausting to help him in these moments, he hated worrying others. But the moment he promised to avenge you, he would fulfill it, even if it cost him his own life.

⸺ㅤTOJI

Toji woke up slowly, taking a moment to fully open his eyes due to the brightness and gradually realizing that everything he had witnessed was just a dream. In this dream, he saw you humming softly a song he already knew entirely because of you, but before he could touch you, he woke up. Toji realized he wasn't in the place he used to call home, it wasn't a home without you. He was in another one of the places he rented to spend the night. Going back to that house no longer made sense without you to welcome him with your sweet kisses and bright smile. Toji completely lost his way, delving back into the bad paths you fought so hard to steer him away from, but you were no longer there to stop him. He no longer cared about himself.

⸺ㅤSUKUNA

Sukuna closed his eyes for a few minutes when he had the vision of your face in your last moments of life, the life he himself made a point of taking, just as he had promised from the moment he first found you. For some reason, the image of your face wouldn't leave his mind anymore, and he hated it. He hated how you looked at him so tired and exhausted from everything, just accepting what was to come, how you seemed so vulnerable and fragile. No, that wasn't right. Sukuna opened his eyes as he clenched his fists, digging his nails into the palm of his hand, while frustration flowed from within him. He should have been satisfied for having fulfilled what he promised, but no, he was dissatisfied, frustrated, and didn't know if it was because you didn't even try to fight him and just accepted your end, or if it was because he had really ended you. It made no sense to him, but still, it ate away at him.

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked my first work here 🩶

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↳ completed! k.bakugou smau. m.list.

✶ afab!reader. no quirk au. bnha college au. friends->lovers ✶

when you’re starting your freshman year at college, you desperately search for a cheap dorming option, even if it’s some hole in the wall. when you see an ad posted for 4 people looking for a 5th dorm mate, you figure this is the best you’re gonna get. at least you have a place to live, right?

prologue!

✶ part 1.

✶ part 2.

✶ part 3.

✶ part 4.

✶ part 5.

✶ part 6.

✶ part 7.

✶ part 8.

✶ part 9.

✶ part 10.

✶ part 11.

✶ part 12.

✶ part 13.

✶ part 14.

✶ part 15.

✶ part 16.

✶ part 17.

epilogue!

thank you for reading!

Camp counselor! Katsuki is a senior counselor who’d come to camp every year until he turned fourteen. A junior counselor at seventeen. Now he’s twenty three, a senior counselor for years, and he doesn’t plan on quitting anytime soon.

Camp counselor! Katsuki takes you under his wing. You’d been a senior counselor at a different camp the previous summer, so you had a lukewarm grip on how things work, but he showed you the lay of the land, so to speak. Introduced you to the kids that return to All Might’s Mighty Warriors each year, to the friends / other counselors he’d grown up with — a.k.a. Eijirou, Izuku, Denki, even Shouto.

Camp counselor! Katsuki is stunning from the moment you meet him. Blonde hair shining in the hot summer sun, glowing like an angel. Skin sun kissed and smooth, only pale beneath the straps of his tank top, tan lines obvious and dizzying if he shifts the right way. You wonder how far below his shorts those tan lines go.

Camp counselor! Katsuki is firm, a tough love kind of man. He also lifts the kids spirits, encouraging them and giving constructive feedback when they need his help. They hang on every word, hero worship like you wouldn’t believe. He loves them too, though. He does the same for you, and it’s easy to understand with every fiber of your being why they look at Katsuki with stars in their eyes.

Camp counselor! Katsuki participates in every. single. activity. He’s competitive as all hell, and as much as the kids complain he’s doing too much, they secretly love it. Katsuki swims with them, he plays sand volleyball, basketball, tag — even arts and crafts. There’s nothing he won’t do.

Camp counselor! Katsuki is serious about sunscreen and skin protection. He gathers the kids every two hours to reapply. When you ask Katsuki to get your back he smirks. “Atta girl,” he praises, motioning for you to spin. “Can’t have a pretty thing like you burnin’ up, can we?” When his fingers untie the swimsuit knot at the nape of your neck blood rushes to your cheeks. Katsuki doesn’t miss a spot. He lathers it across your back, your shoulders, the nape of your neck. You return the favor and almost pass out.

Camp counselor! Katsuki loves s’mores. After all the kids have gone to bed, he sits at your side by the fire, thigh to thigh. Stories of his past camp experiences mingle with the crackle of fire and the song of cicadas. He assembles enough s’mores for a lifetime. The other counselors join, reminiscing with stories of their own. At some point your temple ends up on Katsuki’s shoulder, fingers intertwined. You go to bed with smoke scented hair and the memory of sweet, sticky lips pressed to yours.

Camp counselor! Katsuki writes his number on your palm before on the last day. He keeps in touch throughout the year, and by the time next summer rolls around, you wear the title of his girlfriend in your heart and senior counselor on your name tag.

master list

thank you @grenadehearts who helped me pick which character to write camp counselor headcannons for c:

Was practicing poses but it turned into a desperate beg for certain demon cat to not kill him

sukuna is clingy when he sleeps.

you wake in the early hours of the morning to a veritable vice grip circling your waist. it takes you a moment to gain your bearings, but when you do, you recognize sukuna has both of his arms wrapped around you, holding you snug against his chest. he's practically become your own personal futon—your entire body resting overtop of his—but, regardless of the circumstances, he doesn't seem to mind it considering how soundly he's sleeping underneath you.

you lift your head, using your hands against his chest to push yourself up slightly. glancing down at him, you hold back a laugh at the sight: he's frowning, even in his sleep.

how typical.

"sukuna," you mumble sleepily, glancing over to the clock on his bedside table as you blink away the sleep from your eyes. the clock must be unplugged, because there are no numbers lighting up the clockface, but his cellphone rests just beside it on the tabletop. you reach over—as far as you can given the unyielding hold he has on you—and tap the screen to see the time. you sigh. you repeat his name again.

he doesn't stir.

you repeat yourself two more times, though you keep your voice low. it's barely dawn, and yuuji is asleep only a room away, so you can't be any louder. you start shaking him lightly in tandem with your calling of his name.

finally his nose wrinkles in discontent, a single eye cracking open.

"whaddaya want?" he grumbles as he lets his eye close again, his arms tightening even further in their grip on you.

"gotta get up," you reply. "yuuji'll be awake soon."

the youngest itadori brother tends to be an early riser—a morning person to his core. sukuna tends to rise early only when absolutely necessary, and he's as far from chipper in the mornings as a person can possibly be.

"don't care," sukuna mutters.

"i care," you counter his indifference with indignation.

he doesn't reply, seemingly having fallen asleep again.

"sukuna, let me go," you whine as you fight his hold, but it doesn't waver for a moment.

"baby, stop," he grunts as you wiggle uselessly against him.

you freeze.

his eyes open in the wake of your sudden stillness, a look of suspicion on his face.

"baby?" you repeat quietly as he looks at you.

"what, you don't like it?" he asks, quirking a brow. "would you prefer brat?"

he calls you that anyway, so your preference matters very little.

you're a bit flustered by the sudden turn of events and sukuna leverages this momentary reprieve to his advantage: using his hold around your waist, he pulls you over so you're resting on your side in his bed, facing him. there's little light in his bedroom this early in the morning—just the faintest bit of sun on the distant horizon—but you can still make out his face even in the dimness. his eyes are open but still heavy-lidded with sleep as he watches your face closely.

"go back to sleep," he finally grunts out, tugging you into him so that your cheek is pressed to his chest.

"what about yuuji?" you ask.

"i'll take care of it," he replies dismissively. you hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks again: "you're not the only brat i'm used to dealing with. right, baby?"