women need to get more annoying & meaner & evil. it's good for our society

typical.

toji thinks it's the irony of his life — to have everything go against anything he ever planned to happen.

and it's typical, how you are so fucking stupid, you can't catch on to the hints he's been dropping left and right, because of course life is cruel and hates him.

he's listening to you babble on and on about marriage and love, and he's trying so hard not to slap you and scream at you that he loves you.

“i don't think i'll ever find someone.” you sigh, slumping down on the couch with a defeated look on your face.

and then toji loses it.

“idiot.” he hisses, “i'm right here.”

and of course, like the idiot you are, you let out a dumbfounded, “huh?”

he face palms, “goddammit, y/n.” he groans, “i like you, you idiot.”

your eyes widen and your mouth falls open, and you let out a surprised, “oh.”

“yeah, oh.” he huffs, leaning back against the couch cushions.

“uhm…” you stammer, “i like you too, toji.” you mumble shyly.

toji feels the warmth spreading to his cheeks and for once in his life, things go as planned — you actually do like him back.

he grins, “then kiss me.”

“w-what?” you utter out.

he shuffles closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you impossibly closer, until his face is inches away from yours.

“i said, kiss me.”

you don't need to be told any more times than that — you kiss him.

you press your lips to his in what comes off as a soft peck, quick and gentle but toji isn't having it, he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss until he can taste the cherry lip balm that you have on his tongue.

after a moment, you pull away, breathless as you look at him, that stupid, lazy grin still on his face.

“nice.” he whistles and you blush.

and for once in his life, things aren't so typical.

"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.

pick your player ft. chronically online loser!Gojo x nerdy!Reader

chronically online loser!Gojo who never even played Minecraft before he met you, thought it was some brainless block game for kids (really, what could be better than digimon anyway?) but the second you suggested it, he was already searching up how to install it

chronically online loser!Gojo who ends up watching tutorial after tutorial and downloading a ridiculous number of mods just to build you the best house ever (in his very humble opinion) complete with flowers and cats and countless decorations he can't wait to buy you in real life

chronically online loser!Gojo who somehow finds himself begging you to play with him every night instead of the other way around, sometimes just dragging you onto his lap to watch you mine or explore, content to just be in your company at all

chronically online loser!Gojo who runs to show you the trailer for the movie the moment the notification pops up on his phone, already planning on finding matching outfits for you to wear to go see it in theaters

chronically online loser!Gojo who absolutely drags you out to buy an absurd amount of fast food and kids meals to collect every toy to proudly display back home on the brand new shelf he installed by the gaming computer he learned how to build for you

chronically online loser!Gojo who makes you film him reviewing the meals and unboxing all the toys in his car, still in the parking lot as he shows off a hunk of plastic and a shiny card that has the codes to unlock the skins in the game

chronically online loser!Gojo who pouts when he gets another duplicate of the dumb llama when he was still missing the cute little bumblebee from the kid's meal, but you just smile at him and lean across the console to press a peck to his cheek, promising to be right back

chronically online loser!Gojo who could - and does - kiss you when you walk back inside to go up to the counter and ask the cashier for the one he was missing, wrapping his long arms around you to squeeze you in a crushing hug when you come back to hand over the box

chronically online loser!Gojo who knows it's silly, knows other people probably think it's stupid, but sharing these moments with you is all he could ever ask for

chronically online loser!Gojo who doesn't think it could get better than this, his hand on your thigh, toys scattered across the floorboard and stuffed in your purse, a lazy smile on his face while he listens to you hum along to some song on the radio

chronically online loser!Gojo who does, in fact, buy you matching minecraft-themed pajama pants and t-shirts after you get home that night, playing with your hair while you doze off on his chest

chronically online loser!Gojo who pre-ordered your movie tickets for opening night, buying the souvenir buckets of popcorn and expensive cups, even when you're blushing and clinging to his side, a little embarrassed at being the only ones dressed up

chronically online loser!Gojo who throws an arm around your shoulder once you take your seats, talking in your ear throughout all the trailers, grinning every time your hand brushes against his reaching for the popcorn

chronically online loser!Gojo who still hardly ends up watching the movie because he's too distracted glancing over at you instead

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if he doesn't whimper what's th fucking point

one hyperfixated tumblr mutual has the power of six hundred thousand ad campaigns

if a bitch says "I know a place" and takes you here run hoe

i refused to stay buried because i love you why are you running

babe it's me i'm just covered in dirt and blood because i had to claw my way up into the light and crawl on my hands and knees back home to you stop screaming

yall ever miss your own energy?? like damn wtf happened to me??

thank you archive of our own for being the sole reason I don't kill myself

WORD COUNT: 1,245

INDULGING: sfw and suggestive at worst, modern/college au, petnames ‘princess’ + ‘sweetheart’, touchy, banter, domesticity over plot, he’s got a fat crush on you, f!reader, some language

ROMY’S NOTE: art in header is by mongsanghwa on twitter, divider by strangergraphics. this one’s been marinating in the drafts for way too long omfg. written for marley hehe ! love you

the only reason you live with gojo satoru is a clerical error. some system glitch paired you two as roommates even though mixed gender dorms weren’t an option (in 2009 japan? absolutely not).

you argued, demanded a reassignment, but the university was already overbooked. all remaining single dorms were full and, no, there were no other available options unless you wanted to couch surf for the rest of the semester. the housing office’s compensation? a rent discount. a big one.

a financial miracle, honestly. living near campus for dirt cheap was a deal you couldn’t refuse, even if it meant putting up with him: a loud, arrogant, 6’3 headache.

which is how you ended up here — standing between the beds in your mismatched socks, coffee mug in hand, digging in his ‘pile’ to see if you can find this week’s language arts assignment.

he leaves his cups in the sink unwashed, clothes strewn over every empty surface, cologne bottles all over the (shared) bathroom counter, and sunglasses in every drawer despite owning only one pair of eyes.

sure, there are benefits. he pays for takeout more often than not, usually without asking for reimbursement. he’s weirdly quiet when he knows you’re studying. he’s clearly very popular, yet weirdly never brings anyone home. and even though he’s a shameless flirt, never crosses any real boundaries with you.

still. he’s annoying. which is why you don’t feel particularly bad when you steal his clothes.

HELPPPP HELPPPP ME HELPPPPPPPPPP WHAT WHAT WHAT how is a cheek kiss way too fucking intimate then a makeout for me😭😭 Im swooning I need like a million part of this omfg WHAT THE FUCK I WANT GIM

logging onto tumblr is basically just saying hi i'm annoying sad and horny and i'm gonna make it everyone's problem

not really horny but oh well!! what can a girl do if its not seeking comfort from tumblr 💔

logging onto tumblr is basically just saying hi i'm annoying sad and horny and i'm gonna make it everyone's problem

sundays should be 48 hours long. 24 for enjoying sunday other 24 for mentally preparing for monday

You got this, Nerdjo!

Part One // Next Part // Masterlist

Gojo Satoru was not stalking you. He just happened to be standing in the board games aisle of the popular bookstore near campus. At the same time you were. For the third time this week. Total coincidence. Really. He was just hear for an expansion pack. For Dice. Okay maybe he is here for you. He's been thinking about you since the moment he saw you checking out the Gundam section last week. Really. He wanted to give you his opinion but...he didn't want to seem like a total dick. A mansplainer of sorts.

Oh god, there you are again. Picking up a game. Oh you look so focused. So beautiful. So smart. Wait, is that - oh no. Not that one.

You were reaching for a notoriously convoluted board game, one even Redditors have many complaints about, and before he could stop himself, his feet were moving. Mouth was moving. Everything was moving except his common sense.

Okay, Satoru. Tap the shoulder. Speak. Be your usual charming self. It's just a girl. A very pretty girl. Say something. Be normal.

why is he giving Joe Goldberg with that internal monologue 😭😭 like okay but I am spiralling over this whole nerdjo mouvement like YES that’s what I am all about 😍