#OH MY GOD THIS IS SO BAD WHAT AM I DOING

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

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[tojivu]

# BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER ‣ GOJO SATORU

✰ — author’s note i’m losing my mind over gojo please help me ….

✰ — cw / tags sfw, gojo being annoying, f!reader, enemies to lovers, suggestive i guess.. + you’re best friends with gojo’s brother (that i invented)

gojo doesn’t have a brother canonically (i think?) so i had to make do. didn’t think of a name so i just kept referring to your best friend as him so sorry if that’s confusing!!!!

also i barely proofread this Sorry

✰ — playing see you soon by beabadoobee.

“little y/n.”

it’s been a hot minute since you’ve been over at the gojo house. a hot minute being 2 years — your first semester break of college had finally begun and the first thing on your to-do list was… well, visit your best friend.

you knew he always preferred staying close to family. it was a bit of a hassle trying to call him from across the world — always preoccupied with something.

well, it didn’t matter now. you were here and you had a good long break to spend with him — you’d been best friends since middle school and inseparable since. your mother was so accustomed to him that whenever you were alone, she’d question where he was. that’s how close you two were.

of course, you knew visiting the gojo household had it’s own set of problems — his parents were rarely home, so he would often have to cook for you two (which wasn’t very edible), and his annoying older brother exists.

satoru. you couldn’t stand him. ever since you were children, he’d constantly poke fun — call you his girlfriend, tease you about having a crush on his little brother: you swear it was only a week long thing, and you didn’t even tell anyone!

that alone wasn’t enough to hate his guts. he’d constantly pick at your features, say the meanest things about the most random parts of you — he once said he hated how your eyebrows were angled. apparently, he had a problem with how one of your eyes has less bottom eyelashes than the other.

it was hell. every single afternoon you spent at your best friend’s house after school was an invitation for satoru to bully you: forcing you to realise the tiny, initially unnoticeable mistakes in your appearance. what torture.

you suppose you’ve stopped caring so much now that you don’t spend much time with him — and as a result, satoru — anymore. the last time you saw him was 4 years ago.

you’ve grown into your features now. satoru can’t ridicule you now that you’re an adult, even though you’re still younger than him; but you had small hopes on the plane here. you thought he would be a little more mature than his high school self and treat you with a little more respect.

well, reality has it’s ways of hitting you hardest — and this time it punches you right in the gut.

“little y/n.”

his voice rumbles through the living room. it’s low, much lower than when you last heard it. the mocking tone is still the same, though — that’s how you knew it was none other than him.

you walked into your friend’s house with the spare keys he gave you a few years back. he’s not even home, and that only spelled trouble for you: satoru is alone, with you — under the same roof.

you grit your teeth. you’re facing the open door, you were trying to close it quietly in order to surprise your friend (who was nowhere to be found) — but your thoughtful gesture has gone to waste now.

you turn your body around, slamming the door behind you. you put the keys down on the table in the entryway — meeting eyes with the tall and rather huge figure in front of you.

maybe huge isn’t very specific — more like buff. or jacked. ripped. gojo satoru is very muscular. you register that almost immediately because he doesn’t have a shirt on: he’s got plaid pajama pants that pool over the floor. his bed hair is extreme, and it’s clear he’s just woken up because of the bowl of cereal in his hand.

“hello.”

“i knew it was you!�� he takes a spoonful of his cereal as he continues staring at you, clearly oblivious to the fact that he’s half naked — or maybe he just doesn’t care. that seemed very like him. never caring about his image. “know that eyebrow angle from anywhere.”

you notice he’s taller, way taller than he was at high school age — his shoulders have gotten broader, his jaw is chiseled, and the muscles in his arm flex as he scoops milk and cereal into his mouth.

“that’s not funny, gojo.”

you’re quick to notice all these changes. he wasn’t this big back then. he wasn’t any of this. you wonder where he gets the time to hit the gym with college classes taking up most of his schedule — he must be really dedicated.

“what’s with the formality?”

his eyes are piercing. they always have been. that god forsaken combination of white hair with that shade of blue. strands of his thick, snow-shade hair stick to his forehead — it’s getting a little long, so they frame his face too. it’s annoying how much it makes you stare.

you remember when it used to be grown out — he’s got an undercut now, but it’s barely noticeable with how unkempt his hair is.

“we’re not friends,” you mutter under your breath, almost between gritted teeth. “i’m just here to see your brother.”

he smiles, as if he knows you’re lying — when you really aren’t. satoru gojo is an eyesore. maybe not to other girls, but to you… he makes your head spin and blood pressure rise. that will never change.

“come on, don’t be like that.”

it’s an annoying thing. how satoru can act as if you two had been the best of buddies since you were born — when he’s really done nothing but make you and your best friend’s life a tad more miserable — just because time has passed.

you don’t bother saying a word to him, instead making your way up the stairs and purposely shoving his arm in the process. he almost stumbles — except not really, considering how big he was compared to you. he only looks at you with curious eyes as your footsteps fade away.

you looked different. much different. your hair suited you now, instead of those pigtails you used to wear all the time — he never let you live that down. gojo thought you were the weirdest girl he knew, wondered why his brother even bothered talking to you; but he supposes his brother was a little weird, too.

you weren’t wearing that stupid make up style you used to do back in middle school — with the bright pink lipstick and thick eyeliner. he thought you looked like a clown and he did as much as tell you that. you went home crying and his brother never forgave him for it. instead, satoru notices you’re not wearing any makeup at all.

you look strange. at least it wasn’t what you used to wear, it’s nothing at all now — but he thinks you look decent. not worse. a bit less of an eyesore than what you used to be.

hm.

gojo satoru is conflicted.

he doesn’t know why he even bothered looking at you. he doesn’t care about the makeup you wear or if you wear it at all. he doesn’t care about the way your voice has changed from an annoyingly high pitched one to a smooth velvet. he doesn’t care that your hair looks so good in the lighting of his house, because you know how to style it now.

he doesn’t care about you and how much you’ve changed to someone he could tolerate standing in the same room with.

at least that’s what he’s repeating in his mind.

perhaps it’s the smell of your perfume — or perhaps it’s just you, because it’s too mild that even he almost missed it — that makes his heart race. or maybe it’s the static he feels when your skin brushes against his.

or maybe he just needs to get more sleep. yes. that’s what it was: so he goes to his room and naps it off, except he wakes up feeling the exact same and still thinking about you.

—

it’s a bit later into the week and you’ve been hanging around the living room, thankful that gojo hadn’t disturbed you that much that day.

he’s still in college. he’s only a year older than you — that only meant he was on break as well. a wonderful holiday it was turning into; shouldn’t he be busy with a girlfriend of some sort? a fiancée? anyone at all?

friends? you always saw him playing video games with a long haired man in his room.

you switch channels, legs crossed on the couch. you don your favourite sweater, the one that drapes over your knees. everything on television seemed to bore you.

5 channels later, you start to hear footsteps getting louder — you turn to your left and see no one. the front door was left locked and unopened.

you remember the stairs still exist, so you turn your head towards it — there he is. your favourite person.

“hey, didn’t know you were still here.”

“we can do this without talking to each other.”

“that would be awkward, wouldn’t it?”

he jumps over the back of the couch, settling down next to you. the skin of your thigh brushes his and he feels that dumb static all over again.

he notices you’re wearing his shorts. it must’ve slipped into his brothers closet. he wonders why you’re even wearing his sibling’s clothes — are you two that close?

satoru rolls his eyes at the thought. it’s always been that way with you two. always so close. he’d never been able to have a single moment with you without his brother interrupting.

“are you dating my brother?”

“are you serious?” you groan, stopping your browse on the netflix catalog. “i thought we stopped this years ago.”

he clicks his tongue out of annoyance, insanely irritated at the fact that you can’t just answer one simple question without being so defensive.

“just answer the damn question, will you?”

“i’m not.” you reply, “i’m not seeing anyone.”

he laughs and it’s a bit too fake to convince you.

“i can see why.”

you know exactly what he’s trying to do. your hopes of gojo satoru being a better man to the people around him had been thrown into the ocean, and it’s sinking to the bottom of the sea floor.

“…can we stop with the ugly jokes?”

“i never said anything about ugliness.” he defends.

you ignore him from that point on. you have learnt from a young age that arguing with him will lead you nowhere helpful — only to a wall spray painted with the words ‘gojo satoru is always right’.

a few minutes pass in silence, except for the loud previews playing from the netflix app on television. you scroll and scroll.

“i could call you ugly if i wanted to.” gojo says. “but i don’t want to.”

“i don’t want to call you insanely fucking annoying, either, but you’re acting like it.”

“i’m just saying,” he continues. “you’re not that ugly.”

you don’t know if you heard that right. you might be hallucinating. it’s the jet lag — perhaps you needed some sleep.

“that ugly?”

you don’t know why you even bother asking. he is still calling you ugly. gojo satoru is still a bit mean. that hasn’t changed — nothing has changed. clarification is only an invitation for him to further reiterate his point: you are ugly, just not that ugly.

“i’m saying you look okay.”

“whatever.”

your angry tone is much more evident in this moment. for the first time in his life, he’s worried.

no, of course he’s been worried before. just not about you.

he’s anxious while wondering if he took his words too far this time, considering if he should apologise to you for once in his life: but then he’d have to explain why he’s sorry — and that can’t do.

he cannot admit to you that he’s lying through his pearly, perfect straight rows of teeth. lying to you that you look okay, and apologising for the fact that he called you ugly the first time when that was far from the thoughts swirling in his mind.

gojo satoru will not admit to you that he thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s seen in a while.

sorry — gojo satoru does not want to admit to you that he thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s seen, but he does anyway.

“i take it back.”

you roll your eyes again. you were in the middle of reading a very lengthy description on IMDb about a movie you saw on netflix. now, you’re distracted and have no idea where you stopped reading. you think he’s going to say something stupid, and you’ll regret even looking away from your device to divert your attention to someone like him.

“…just stop talking, satoru.”

gojo’s eyes widen at the mention of his first name.

he curses at himself mentally. even the way it rolls off your tongue sounds pretty. he thinks the syllables of his name match perfectly to your voice — pretty name, pretty girl.

“gojo. sorry.” you mutter a bit too softly. he wants to hide his face in his hands. he knows the tips of his ears are reddened, because his face feels like it’s burning.

“‘sokay,” he replies in a voice much more inaudible than his usual loud and confident tone. he’s definitely fucked himself over with the way he’s acting right now. “i think you’re pretty, y/n — middle school you would be proud.”

you shift your gaze from the television screen to the man next to you. even in a loose t-shirt, his biceps stretch the fabric of his sleeves: the cotton crinkles trying to accommodate to the size of his muscles.

“funny joke. ha ha.” you try to put on a front, that you’re not flattered at all — but your lips quiver and your cheeks burn, and gojo sees it all.

“i’m not kidding,” he chuckles, and his smirk is sickeningly charming. “really.”

the pretty peach colour of his lips clash with the various shades of white on his face. his hair, eyelashes, teeth. it’s nothing you weren’t used to. after all, your best friend inherited very similar features.

“are you sure?”

yet, you look at gojo satoru and you feel nothing but nervousness and tension — sprinkled with a little urge to stare at his regrettably pretty face for just a bit longer.

your heart races when he draws closer to you. he notices the flush of your skin: but he thinks you probably notice how his hands tremble when he lays them on yours, and how his movements hesitate as he inches his body closer.

you’re frozen. you feel like you’re floating with the nonexistent space between you two. the expression on his face is one you want to burn into your memory, because he looks so good like this — his lips slightly parted, his eyebrows raised just a little, his eyes locked on your lips.

he looks like a man who hasn’t eaten, in front of his first meal in 5 days — gojo satoru looks at your lips as if he needs to taste them. taste you.

his body language is screaming confident — but he isn’t going to lean in. he can’t. he doesn’t know if he should, and even if he wanted to: he’s much too afraid.

you want to scold him for thinking he could just swoon you like this after all these years; after all the mean things he’s said. you were sure you despised him, hated his guts, disliked every fibre of his being —

but he looks too good.

gojo hovers as you lean against the arm rest of the sofa. his hands are at your side to support himself so he doesn’t drop all of his weight on you.

“i’m sure.”

well, he’s already so close. it would be awkward if you didn’t do anything, wouldn’t it?

that’s all it takes for you to wrap your arms around his neck, and he almost falls off the couch with how fast you are. the tiny space between you two is closed as he lowers himself, your legs making space for his torso to squeeze between.

your lips are soft, just as he expected. they’re like pillows he wants to lay on forever, and the way you run your hands through his hair drives him insane.

you feel lightheaded.

maybe it was because you can barely breathe, but you’re appreciative at the fact that he pulls away to let a bit of air enter your lungs before taking it all away again — all while flashing the most cocky smile in between: he knows no guy will be able to have you like this.

gojo is irritated at the fact that he can’t have your expression in this moment printed and framed — you look breathless, eyes looking up at him and needing more — so tries his best to savour every detail of it. a mental image that he will never forget.

you swear you hear him say your name between kisses, ever so softly that you think you weren’t meant to hear it: but you do. he says it as if he’s starstruck, like he’s thanking you.

when gojo pulls away for the final time, you feel your heart pound in your chest and knock violently against your rib cage: his hair is a mess from your fingers intertwining with it. his lips are slightly swollen and redder than what they were minutes ago. his entire face is blushed.

what a sight, you want to say it’s even better than kissing him — actually, no. a close second.

“you taste like berries.” he chuckles, trying to catch up on his breathing. he thinks he would’ve continued if he didn’t have the need for oxygen — bad day not to be a plant.

“what kind of berries?” you smile. you never thought you would ever smile at gojo satoru.

“the really good ones.”

“i clearly meant what type of berries,” you roll your eyes. still as stupid as ever. “strawberries? blueberries?”

he sighs, thinking for a bit. “actually, i don’t even know.”

“then how do you know they’re berries?”

“cause i love berries. i eat all types of berries. they’re sweet.” gojo tries to explain.

10 minutes later and the banter still goes on.

satoru has his hands on your waist after shifting you to a position where you’re on his lap. his back leans comfortably against the sofa pillows while your chest is pressing against his.

his eyes sparkle in the living room light. gojo’s pupils are dilated as they stare into yours, and he’s smiling — it’s not the charming one he does to get his way. it’s one of affection.

your hands feel every dip in his muscles as they slither around his neck once again. “i just don’t know what type of berry you taste like.”

“i could check my lip balm flavour,” you suggest. “will you shut up then?”

gojo shakes his head, pressing you impossibly close to his chest. “no, i think we should do some trial and error. i’ll eat different berries and kiss you after each one.”

“that’s gonna take forever, satoru.”

“satoru?” he snickers. “are you my wife, y/n?”

“i would rather die.”

he gasps dramatically. “that’s a bit mean —“

“oh my god.”

you both turn your heads towards the front door.

“hey,” satoru greets, his grip around you tightening as you struggle to let yourself free. you’re mortified. “you’re back early, little brother.”

261123 — writing abt make out sesh with satoru gojo got me giggling.. also i think i’m gonna stop doing small text for my works because i find it hard to read

[twinstxrs]

so much happened in this whole episode but i’m still on fig infiltrating ruben’s dream, making it look like the place where his friend was murdered, and then disguising herself as kipperlilly & repeatedly saying different variants of “somebody needs to take the fall for this, and it’s not going to be me. it’s going to be you.” while adaine as the elven oracle shows up next to her. can you imagine waking up from that, the idea of a horrible truth being pinned on you by your friend to save her own skin while the personification of fate and destiny stands there, almost as a promise that this is GOING to happen to you. we don’t even know if this kid is guilty. my god.

[nyxofdemons]

THE WAY THAT THEY INVENTED ROMANCE WITH THIS SONG???? HELLO?????

[3-aem]

if u had the period cramp i just went through— it had me faint sweating numb and cold. it was so intense i was half convinced it wasn’t a cramp anymore and i was going to die and began composing a will on the spot at my coworkers bc as it turns out i would indeed rather die than call an ambulance in america

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[rbtlvr]

'Do you know what stupid fear I have?' Leo asked, warbled, distorted. ... 'What if this isn't real?'

commission for @remedyturtles from chapter 17 of their fic little kid with a big death wish! absolutely go read it if you haven't, it's amazing!

[vulpinesaint]

Hi! I just went through your quizzes (gorgeous writing, by the way!) and I wonder if you have the results for all of them posted somewhere? I know both saints quizzes have a full results post and the garden one too, but I don't think I've found the others. I'm especially curious about the supervillain one :)

hiya!! thank you so much i'm so glad you liked them <3 as of right now i only have results up for the saints + garden quizzes, but i would be so happy to post more results for you! anytime i post results, they should be linked on the masterpost in my bio :) i think i will. only post the supervillain one for now. the other ones make me feel a little silly. but you are so welcome to the supervillain results <3

for those of you who have taken the supervillain quiz: here's how your story could have ended!

[mymarifae]

sooooooo when i jokingly said to myself "haha did ruan mei play aeonic necromancy on tingyun's remains or something" i wasn't expecting that to literally be the case what the fuck

[puhpandas]

I love ggy so much how did they accidentally make the most intriguing hypothetical gay romance ever

[confoodles]

Does anyone else feel like Aylinluna was horribly out of character this episode?? I've heard that apparently some things were cut, so that might be the reason but it still felt weird. Like ur telling me Luna, who has literally been so respectful of Aylin's boundaries literally even last episode, is suddenly forcing her to go out of her comfort zone?? Okay, fine, I understand the concept of wanting ur gf to get along with ur friends, but ur telling me Luna wouldn't stand up for Aylin when someone is clearly getting in her face and making her uncomfortable?? That she would call her an ALIEN??!!!

[blujayonthewing]

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Wait, fuck, hold on-

THEY CAN'T FUCKING BRING OUT AN ANTI-HERO ARTEMIS WHEN I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF STUDYING FOR FINALS!!

WHAT THE FUCK, DC?!? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FOCUS?!?

oh i am so excited holy shit. am i the only one getting slade vibes from her?? because im getting massive slade/rose wilson vibes from the single eye cover and im wondering if artemis is a plant, someone unconnected from slade who wouldn't be considered a threat, to go undercover and get close to the titans. this is also like, high-key a chance to make jade and artemis sisters and/or half-sisters in canon which would be neat. i know comics fans aren't huge on changes to the canon based on outside things but making them half sisters doesn't really change jades backstory, nor artemis'.

[bayetea]

seeing non-black people critique rick's portrayal of black characters is interesting sometimes. only like 30% of the critiques I see make any sense to me to be honest

[napping-sapphic]

You should make me fall so deeply in love with you that it’s embarrassing

[outlying-hyppocrate]

i have officially returned. ask me anything.