I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory
i must not kill myself . killing myself is the myself killer
I lied put your clothes back on. I don't know how to fuck and I'm scared
“How’s life?”
Me:
POV : you have been scrolling for the past hour and all you see is SMUT
Please...life is lot more than fucking🙏🏻
"i like you y/n," kento shook his head. "no, i love you. and i've loved you ever since i've met you." kento held your hands in his, he held you like it was the only thing in the world.
you couldn't say anything, you were stunned. as the seconds got longer, his brows furrowed at your lack of response. a flash of concern manifested itself in his eyes, quickly replaced by a look you've never seen before.
you couldn't muster the words to respond to him. you wanted to scream at the roof tops that you loved him back. that you wanted him the same as he wanted you, but the words couldn't form itself on your lips.
"good april fools joke nanamin!" gojo patted him in the back. and you were brought back from the haze in your mind. it was april 1st, and you remembered that you were in the hallways of jujutsu high. kento's expression changed just like yours, shock? you couldn't put a finger on it as embarassment crept your spine.
silly. it was silly to believe kento actually loved you the way you loved him.
"oh..yea, happy april fools." kento quickly let go of your hand. his goodbye was short and brief, quickly jogging to gojo.
you wanted to play it off. but you knew. deep down, that kento did not know today was april fools.
Fun Story to Share.
I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.
Well - she got this email this morning:
The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.
Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).
Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethy’s comment.
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Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.
When the pile of clothes on the chair in the corner starts looking suspiciously person-shaped in the dark:
HAVE YOU GUYS HEARD THE NEWS? (toji and sukuna added to fortnite)
anyone wanna fall madly obsessively in love with a mid bitch like me
I might be austistic I fear
the four horsemen of jirai kei: horny, manic, suicidal, and depressed
"chat" i say as i talk to myself
You (on the phone): Baby, it's not w---orking... I'm breaki---ng uppp
Gojo (panicking): I'm pregnant!
You : ...What is actually wrong with you? I meant the signal—it's breaking up.
Gojo: Right, right! I knew that. I panicked, okay, cupcake? Thought you were dumping me for a second.
You : I…. I can’t… like i actually can’t.
houses and bodies they all rot the same
I’M TIRED OF SMUT, I WANT TOOTH ACHING FLUFF AND HEART SHATTERING ANGST.
reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading
when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut
the struggle is real
Number 18 of the Close Encounters Collection, "Smug"!
going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut