#WHEN I CATCH YOU OUTSIDE GEGE

[blackunecorn]

gege count your days 😭 i swear i can’t take it no more! to use him like that! i just-

[aflockofravens]

I'm sure this has been said before but watching the end credits of the Shibuya arc got me thinking about the trio just bumming around Tokyo, hanging out, being kids.

Like, I was wondering what they could be doing as they're wandering around, taking pictures and goofing off.

And then it hit me. That's all they're doing. They're just being teenagers, hanging out after school, exploring the city and having fun. And this feels important to me for two reasons:

1) both Gojo and Nanami have expressed their goal of not having the kids waste/lose their childhoods because of the jujutsu world

2) it feels very much like the hidden inventory arc credits with the five of them hanging out and being teenagers before everything went wrong

Both of these things make me emotional, of course.

I just love all the little snapshots we get of these kids getting to be kids outside of the storyline every week. Going to the beach in the winter, playing at the arcade, running through the city taking pictures.

[gojonanami]

do you think any of the men can sing really well? i’m kinda curious honestly.

oh when i got this ask i had soooo many thoughts

gojo: it's established by gege that he's good at anything he tries, so this man is effortlessly good at singing. he can hit those low and high notes all day long - and he's so good that karaoke with him is almost no fun lol. but when he sings to you on those rare moments alone at home on the couch, or in bed cuddling, or just in the car -- it's perfect.

geto: oh i think this man can sing but he's super humble about it. he's like no, i really can't. but when you hear him sing in the shower or in the car or wherever he thinks no one can hear him, his voice is so soothing -- especially with those low notes. his deep voice would be so calming (i mean listen to his japanese va say 'satoru' and tell me he wouldn't be good at singing).

nanami: he also has a nice voice, but doesn't like to sing in public or in front of anyone. the first time you catch him singing is when he's up cooking breakfast before you, and you come out of the bedroom to find him with his back turned as he cooks, and he's humming and singing a song that stuck in his head. after that you're constantly after him to sing for you, and he obliges here and there, especially when you're tired and you insist his singing is just the thing to put you to sleep.

choso: this man doesn't know how to sing - he barely knows anything outside of curse culture and his priorities are his brothers so music and singing are not even on the list. but when you start to play more music and sing around him, he wants to join in -- so you try to teach him how to sing, and it doesn't go so well at first. but once he gets the hang of it, he likes to learn songs for you, especially your favorite songs so he can sing them for you.

yuta: yuta has a really nice voice, but gets really flustered so when you ask him to sing, there's a lot of blushing and a bit stuttering involved. but as he gets more comfortable with you, he's singing along to your favorite songs and even singing in the shower above a whisper.

hiromi: he's tone deaf. don't ask me why, he just looks like a man who doesn't know how to sing. he likes to act like he does, but all he has is a low baritone voice that he can carry a tune in here and there. but he literally can't do anything else (but he knows it).

[dreamingthroughwords]

Sometimes, Xie Lian will sit in the rain.

He’ll go out in their garden, smile softly as he passes by their freshly planted herbs and flowers, and strolls to the edge where he can see everything he and his husband have built together.

Adorned only in his robes, bamboo hat long passed to someone who needed it; who had shown him no kindness yet Xie Lian could not help but give that kindness to someone who had only given him anything but.

The rain soaked through him, drips down his face and wets his hair, and he lets the rain surround him and lets it leave gentle pats against his cheeks as if it was a tender kiss, as he reminisces.

Hua Cheng notices the first time he does this of course, he follows him outside.

He’ll say “You’ll catch a cold, Gege;”, before taking off his outer robe and placing it on Xie Lian’s shoulders, and he’ll sit next to his beloved.

Hua Cheng always waits for Xie Lian to speak first. Knowing him too well, oh so well, better than himself, he knows Xie Lian needs to gather his thoughts; turn them into something that makes sense, that coherently wraps his feelings into words that he may struggle with.

But his husband has all and so much patience for him; he will wait for him no matter how long it takes. That is a fact well known to both of them.

So Hua Cheng simply sits next to his husband, and when he pulls out his umbrella to cover Xie Lian, his husband stops him.

“It’s alright, San Lang, I’ll be fine,” he says, gazing at Hua Cheng with the usual kindness and love his still can’t believe is directed his way.

Xie Lian will then turn his head back to the sky, where Hua Cheng takes in the profile of his beloved as the rain sticks to his skin, takes in his neck that was once shackled now bare, and visions of a bamboo hat flicker in his memory, and Hua Cheng is beginning to understand.

“It feels nice, doesn’t it?” Xie Lian speaks and Hua Cheng knows this is Xie Lian’s way of telling him without needing to be direct. He doesn’t need to be for Hua Cheng to understand his everything. “How cool the rain feels. It’s almost kind, like reaching out to you when you need it. Don’t you think?”

And Hua Cheng has flashes of a life once gone; one that was his and reborn a new as he watched as someone, finally, gave his God the kindness that he so deserved.

Tears of the sky can hold memories and the one held within it today is the one of the hand that had reached out for Xie Lian when no one else did; a nobody in a world of meetings in which are fleeting yet one person took the time to go out of their way to finally, return the kindness to one who had given so much he almost had none left.

“I do,” Hua Cheng whispers as Xie Lian smiles at him when he knows his husband understands him, and for the rest of the day they simply sit with the other as they think back on all that’s happened and how they finally, are back within each others reach, will be forever and eternally.

Each time it rains, together, they will join the other as raindrops coat their skin. Never forgetting, and always remembering, but now, never alone, and forever grateful for those who they crossed paths with who even showed one shred of kindness. Because sometimes it really is only one person, that can change everything.

[accio-victuuri]

i just noticed i’ve been v partial lately to zsww fake house and of course our dear lrlg that i forgot about another fake story house 给博肖加点小料bot . the last contribution i posted from them was this — the drawing of them 💋. so for a bit of a catch up, i will share ones from the past dates 2/24, 3/3, 3/26, 4/3, 4/29, 5/21 and 5/29.

enjoy the goods! ^^ everything here is fake/fiction.

2/24/2024:

I have been losing weight recently, and if I crave meat, I will order takeout like beggar's chicken. Once when the meal arrived, XLS used the disposable plastic gloves provided to tear the chicken, and he got burned. Then he put the thick cloth gloves that came with the meal on the outside of the disposable plastic gloves and tried to grab it. We quickly stopped him, and he realized that he should wear the thick gloves inside and the disposable gloves outside. After eating, he called WLS as usual to report today's diet. He acted like a spoiled child to WLS and said that he was burned. Usually you tear it for him, and he didn't know it would be so hot. He also said that he would not dare to do it next time. Later, XLS told us that he ate chicken when he was losing weight, and WLS even made him hand-torn chicken.

ugh. honestly. these two. forget about peeling shrimps for your s/o! it’s now shredding chicken with your hands and then letting them eat it like that is the key. i swear, WLS really spoils XLS! and i like hearing about him acting like this with WLS.

and a background on what is “beggar’s chicken”

3/3/2024:

Once when we were staying in a hotel, we entered the elevator from the first floor. A robot came in with us. We pressed the button for floor x. Wls and xls pressed the button for floor x, but the button for another floor in the elevator was also on. Xls saw that no one pressed the button, so he turned off the button for that floor. It turned on again after he pressed it off. Xls continued to press the button, and it turned on again after a while. Wls said, don't press it, it's the robot pressing it. Xls was very quick and pressed it again while listening to Wls. As a result, it didn't light up again this time: Wls was very exaggerated to say that he was awesome. He deserved to be my leader. Even robots have to listen to you.

i have nothing to say here other than they are such dorks. 🙃🙃🙃

3/26/2024:

WLS wanted XLS to call him gege, but XLS refused, so WLS tickled him. XLS had no choice but to quietly call him gege. After that, his face turned red. WLS still wouldn’t let us see it👀………………Don’t believe the fake news

why do i feel like this is real and not a fake story. 😂

4/3/2024:

They had a pair of Crayon Shin-chan toys, similar to the toys we played with when we were kids, which would automatically swing forward by turning a switch. XX was playing with his own toy, and xxx's toy didn't move. XX's toy swung and swung until it came to xxx's toy. The two toys were face to face, eyes to eyes, mouth to mouth, and then XX exclaimed in a very cute way, and XXX laughed along with XX.

even the toys they are playing with are dating 🤦‍♀️

4/29/2024:

For a while, x liked to watch food shows to find delicious snacks, but he was on a diet and couldn't eat too much. Every time he bought a bunch of snacks, he would taste them and share them with us. Some of them were so delicious that he couldn't finish them, so he would send them to w to clean them up. The courier here always knew the delivery address without telling us.

5/21/2024:

xls mistakenly sent a video of himself practicing kettlebells to the group. It was said that it was originally sent to wls.

OH NOOOOOO! what other workout videos is he sending to WYB??? how about post workout selfies??? 👀👀👀👀 XZ, please check who you are sending stuff to!!!!

5/29/2024:

XZ: I think I have dry skin

WYB: Bullshit, you sweat so much

XZ: Oh! I feel that my skin is still dry after applying body lotion recently, am I going to have dry skin?

👩‍🦳: It may not be moisturizing enough, but it will be summer soon, so I don’t need body lotion

👱‍♀️: The whitening one, the one you mentioned last time, I plan to buy the same one

XZ: Oh, that one is actually good

WYB: Is that one particularly fragrant? I touched it, and the smell is exquisite

XZ: It’s none of your business

WYB: I can’t join you at all

the comments on this contribution was mostly about “straight man” yibo 🤣🤣🤣

-END

[quinnyundertow]

Ahhhhh the commission I ordered for “When I catch you Gege” Chapter 6 was just completed! So excited! Yuta and Junpei ❤️❤️ Art done by the amazing @elsartzz

Excerpt from Chapter 6

It took every fiber of your being to not follow him the last twenty feet to the shed. You doubled over gasping heavily trying to catch your breath from the long sprint. You could hear the sounds of Junpei being beaten as the door to the shed was ripped from the sliding track it was on. Your eyes were wide in shock as the metal doorway was thrown through the air like a scrap of paper in the wind. The weight of it only showed when it crashed to the ground and impaled itself into the mud of the grass field.

Various yells of surprise were heard at the dramatic opening of the supply building before the sheer chaos of hell itself devolved in front of you. Hellish screams escaped through the now gaping maw of the open entry. Pure unbridled fear escaped the men who had beat Junpei as Rika laughed hysterically. You heard the crunch of bones and the squelch of flesh being pounded into the ground. One of the men tried to make a break for it. He appeared from the shed in an attempt to escape retribution. He had almost made it into the light of the outside world when a massive white hand reached out of the dark and clasped itself around the man's leg. Black nails punctured into the fat of the bully’s calves as the special grade curse Rika dragged him back into the interior darkness screaming. His face twisted in terror as his hands scrabbled against the dirt uselessly before he disappeared back into the shed.

A moment later, from the darkness emerged another form. Junpei came flying out of the pitch black, his outfit damaged and his face bloodied from the beat down the bullies had given him before Rika and Yuta emerged into the dark. Upon seeing him you started crying, calling out his name. His eyes met yours as he startled at you being here. You rushed into him throwing your arms around his neck before burying your face into his shoulder. He looked down at you. The fear he felt mixing with new concern and confusion, “Y/n? What are you doing here?! We need to get out of here!”

Junpei’s arms wrapped tight around you as you sobbed into him, “It’s okay Junpei, that’s my friend Yuta. I’m so sorry we were late, I almost failed you again.” Junpei froze his face in an expression of awe as he looked back towards the small shack.

Only silence was heard from the shed now. It was broken by Yuta in a cold and remorseless tone, “If you or anyone else so much as looks at Junpei the wrong way again you won’t escape with your lives.” There were some noises of understanding in the form of moans before Yuta emerged from the shed back into the light. A smattering of blood was on his white school shirt and on his cheek, his clothing only slightly ruffled.

Junpei stared wide eyed at the newcomer as you turned your crying face from where it hid in Junpei’s shoulder to look where Yuta stood. “That’s…your friend?” Junpei asked speechlessly.

You nodded into his chest, your arms letting go from around his neck to wrap around Junpei’s middle tightly. “Junpei, are you okay? I was so scared, did they hurt you badly?”

You and Junpei had your eyes on Yuta who stood somewhat awkwardly in the background. Yuta tried to make his expression disarming with a small smile, his eyes closed. It didn’t really work considering the blood covering him and Rika’s ominous presence; but Yuta couldn’t look more beautiful to you than he did in this moment.

Junpei returned his gaze to your tear stained face. He flushed hard at the concern for him he saw there. A heat went through him as your body pressed tightly up against his own. “Y/n, listen, don’t cry, I'm okay. They’ve done way worse before. Besides, your friend made sure that won’t happen again…”

You nodded, sniffling, letting Junpei go reluctantly before you moved towards where Yuta stood. Rika lurked behind him a wide grin on her face as she examined her claws sprayed with blood. You looked at Rika first knowing she had done the brute force of the job, “Thank you Rika.” You bowed to her in gratitude. You turned to Yuta now, fresh tears starting to fall at his kind expression, “Thank you Yuta.”

He smiled down at you before putting a hand on the top of your head, “Hey, everything is okay now. Please don’t cry.” He lifted his other hand to your cheek to use his thumb to wipe the remaining tears off your face. “You did a great job Y/n we made it just in time.” the hand on your head stroked your hair lightly in reassurance.

You nodded, turning slightly to include Junpei, “Junpei this is Yuta, the friend I wanted you to meet.”

Junpei nodded behind you before bowing in gratitude as well, “Thanks..”, the fear from earlier was no longer in his expression, just a deep curiosity. This shouldn’t surprise you given Junpei had a similar reaction to Mahito killing his bullies in the theater in a much more violent way. Junpei looked down at his feet before continuing, “Can you teach me how to do that?”

Yuta blinked in surprise, shocked that the new boy wasn’t terrified of him. He barked out a laugh in response before saying, “No clue, but I guess we can find out together.”

[namazunomegami]

emperor!geto x imperial concubine!reader

a/n: I’ve spent way too much time to research about chinese imperial concubines, playing with Royal Chaos during my highschool years and I had a boring shift at work. This is the result. Probably out of character as hell but hey, I wrote this for my enjoyment.

This is part 1 of a lil historical AU drabble series. I’m already finished with Sukuna, Gojo is in the works, and I got some ideas for Choso and Toji but don't think too much about it, ideas are just ideas.

I was so close to write reader as gender neutral but reader owns a type of traditional chinese headgear used exclusively by noblewomen so... yeah, reader is afab if you squint (very hard).

Likes and reblogs are appreciated, mwah <3

wc: 1011, I initally wanted a few headcannons but I got a full ass drabble

cw: suggestive, false accusations, implied murder, mentions of whipping, choking (not the kinky kind), yandere behavior

credits: renmakia for the gorgeous fanart and my dear @notveryrussian for proofreading and just putting up with my massive jjk brainrot every day, luv ya darling <33

MDNI, if you do, I'm gonna catch you like I'm gonna catch Gege.

He’s a monarch who considers his mind a weapon and information as a whetstone despite being born in relative peace. Spending his leisure time reading Sun Ce, the scripts of Confucian and Taoist scholars, sharing afternoon teas and long walks around the gardens with Buddhist priests and conversing about reaching enlightenment. As if he desperately wanted to understand how the world he was meant to rule works. His mandate of heaven brought prosperity, a flourishing economy, a strong connection between allied realms, a good education system that produced more scholars than in any other time before.

Competing for his attention is not an easy task. You almost gave up, bracing yourself for a long and uneventful life where you can only admire him from afar. You sit in the shade of a willow tree with a board of xiangqi, your playmate having left you not so long ago and you were trying to figure out which tactics and strategies they should’ve used to defeat you. You’re so lost in your thoughts you can’t notice him standing there, in the presence of his guards. You kowtow to him, excusing yourself for daring to bother him, pleading for his patience while you pack your things and leave. He likes that your manners are spot on, and he rewards you with a command to stay, to play with him, since xiangqi is a game between two people. And based on the positions of the pieces on the board you’re an experienced player.

Of course, he defeats you with ease, but he’s grateful you showed him everything you’ve got and didn’t let him win. He tells you that his victory lies in applying the teachings of Sun Ce to his playstyle. Your eyes light up and you beg him to elaborate further, maybe he can help you improve your tactics in the next game. He’s such a well-read man, so hungry for knowledge, so desperate to understand people. You’re sure he wants to figure out your thoughts too, what you think about the world, what values dominate your heart. And the secret to win him over is to shower him with all the details and even politely disagree with some of his beliefs and explain your point of view. That’s what gets him going, knowing your place in the hierarchy but not being afraid to stand your ground. Mindless obedience, at this point, bores him. That’s probably the reason why he slowly starts to favor you, your conversations refresh him, inside and outside of his bedchambers.

You may think that earning your place in his heart is a lengthy and hard process, but when he becomes sure that your infatuation comes from an honest place, he generously rewards your efforts. He showers you with gifts, each more thoughtful than the other. He sends you scripts from his personal library about topics that interest you, fulus he received from his priests to protect you and your chambers, phoenix crowns so elaborately adorned with pearls, sapphires, small dragons, and phoenixes made from solid gold. Gowns embroidered with clouds, cranes dancing around them, gifting you a small piece of the sky itself he descended from. He elevates your rank quickly so you can accompany him during events. Letting the whole court look at you, wrapped in everything he gave you, standing so close you can see him stealing glances at you from under the twelve tasseled crown. He rewards your family with money, grain, rice, political power. If he lifts you up, he does the same with everyone important to you.

But Geto’s court is highly competitive. It’s certainly not easy to be his favorite. You can literally smell the stench of jealousy eminating from the other consorts. Their gaze pierces your skin deeply when the eunuchs drag you around the Palace of Heavenly Grace with a brocade blanket hugging your naked figure. They must endure the sight every other night and they have no idea that the son of heaven is ready to serve you and do as you please behind closed doors and not the other way around, as tradition dictates.

Though he can comfort you, outside of his chambers you fear for your life. You needed a food taster now and never dared to walk the gardens without at least four guards in your proximity. You begin to doubt the trust between you and those you’ve befriended, because they can only blame you for his negligence towards them.

And then, the first accusation about you begins circulating around the palace. Some concubines claimed that you were guilty of witchcraft. So many of them are against you, with so much made-up proof you cannot do more than spend the night crying, believing that at dawn, guards will come for you and throw you into a well. You have no idea where Geto is or how you could beg him for protection.

The next day, strangely, a new set of officials deem you innocent. What boggles you even more is that he comes to your residence instead of having you delivered to him. Even his scent is not like it usually is, there’s something metallic, salty, and musky mixed in with the incense smoke.

That night he cradles you, shushing you, promising to keep you safe at all costs. Keeping it a secret how brutally he disposed of the rumor mongers, how he had some of his officials whipped bloody for not believing your testimony or about the thinly veiled threats that he’ll make anyone’s life a living nightmare if anything happened to you. Your heart skips a beat and simultaneously sinks deep in your chest when those of higher rank than you lower their head, trying their best to not look at you as they pass you by. With dark marks staining the skin below the neckline of their gowns, not even the empress consort being an exception.

It's not easy to be his favorite. It’ll never be easy.

But he’s a god, the son of heaven, and heaven will forgive him and so will you.

[rainboneish]

i lied, i can’t wait until the official release, so have an absolutely massive text dump about what i think about chapter 267 and what i think could happen from here considering the newest developments:

okay i’ve decided… i like the fact that nobara is back, and i do think that it doesn’t contradict anything that has been previously established (her survival was very deliberately left as a possibility in a decently believable way)

the way she went down (and what Nitta said about her status) was open ended enough, no complaints there (especially comparing her “departure” (to quote gege) to Nanami’s and Mahito’s line wondering if he could drop her with one hit since he couldn’t do that with Nanami if he wasn’t already on the verge of death, it’s more than a bit of a Checkov’s gun, which is why so many people were already theorizing that she would return the way she did)

i also think that Megumi and Yuji’s conversation about her being as ambiguous as it was is not outside of the realm of realism, since it was only a couple days after she went down (so around 2 months earlier than the point when she woke up) so if her status at that moment was “comatose on life support and very unlikely to wake up”, so almost the same status Yuji last saw her in (plus considering the time Tsumiki spent in a coma makes it more likely for Megumi to sort of struggle to state the fact out loud)

however…

while I understand that gege might have deliberately avoided mentioning her status so that she would surprise us the way she did Sukuna, i think that it would feel less like a deus ex machina if they had mentioned her at least one more time, either by having Yuji (or anyone) visit her sickbed during the month’s preparation for the showdown, or by having Gojo allude to SOMETHING at any point where Yuji wasn’t present (be it at the airport, while talking to Ijichi before the fight, the same way that Yuta said that he would put Inumaki to work set up the recorder scene)

it didn’t have to be anything that would necessarily confirm her status or a direct mention of her, it could have been an unlabeled hospital bed at some point or something equally vague

i just personally would have liked having another connecting dot for her return around the time when seeds for similar surprising events were planted to make it fit a tad better

anyway, all that said and done, now to the return itself: Loved it, the whole chapter was very well executed and the build up in the chapter itself was very good

it does feel a little out of character for the tone of the series itself (gege has a habit of not letting the good guys win anything without it feeling bittersweet or pulling the rug right from under them (and us) at the last second (the fight against the death paintings with Yuji’s grief after, Mahito being absorbed, Kenjaku starting the culling games just as Yuki’s appearance gave people hope, the whole Tsumiki twist just when we thought they were getting out, the way Gojo died just when they thought he won etc)

because of that i am SO SCARED RIGHT NOW (which i’m sure he did on purpose)… everything looks like we are lined up for 3 to live (if gojo stays dead, which i hope he does, as much as i love him, the guy’s last words are that he is happy he went out the way he did and that he hopes his afterlife vision is real, LET HIM REST, he wouldn’t want to survive in exchange for Yuji or Megumi’s death (also having another character come back from the “dead”, especially one that is properly established to be dead, at this point feels like it would cheapen the concept of death in the series))

now, if this is how it ends, and this chapter was officially announced as the climax of the battle in advance so that’s likely, especially with the condition sukuna was in at the end, you won’t catch me complaining (i’m not THAT kind of shonen fan, griping over on twt about how it’s bad writing if we get a happy ending, these kids have been through ENOUGH, let them have time to grow older together, they never even managed to get to first name basis)

however: we do have another 4 chapters left…

and that leaves us with the option that if gege decides to be evil (like he often is) we could dramatically go from having unexpectedly reached the final “3 live 1 dies “ configuration, giving us a sense of security, to a fear of reaching the dreaded “only one survivor” option

Now, I previously made a different too long post about why either of the boys being the lone survivor would both be equally good story telling for a bittersweet ending to this story (see here)

now, i’m going to exclude the option of Nobara dying because her coming back just to be killed a chapter or two later would be stupid (plus the only way i can see that happening is if Uraume suddenly shows up at the dam after having killed Hakari and taken a train which… yeah… ), so that would automatically make her the lone survivor (again, already talked about the reasons why either of they boys dying works, though i will say that her return would strengthen Megumi’s will to live)

Nobara is more independent as a character than either of the boys, as far as her motivations go. She is the one character (out of the three of them) who viewed being a sorcerer as a job (think about her asking Momo is her life is just a job during their fight), more than having it directly tied into her purpose in life, which is something a lot of the adult survivors have in common. She has people outside of jujutsu society that she would like to see again (to be blunt, she has other friends and family, unlike the other two, plus she didn’t go through the additional trauma that made the other two cling to each other even more)

while she would definitely grieve them immensely, she has the resilience to grow around that grief, if both Megumi and Yuji should somehow die with Sukuna.

Again, i don’t think this is the most likely outcome, especially considering that gege said that he hopes the ending will make people happy which dead main characters don’t tend to do, but i do think that this is definitely an option i can’t dismiss out of hand until Sukuna is officially dead

edit: another point in favour of the happy ending is of course, the whole "jjk is about breaking the cycle" theory, which is reinforced by the "cycling curse" line on the second to last page of this chapter

[kasarasun]

Five Eyes (Buddhist Concept) vs Six Eyes (JJK or smth)

I feel brave again, because sleep deprivation has stolen all of my sense.

(Note that Eye and Eyesight are used interchangeably, and that while some of the symptoms of the Six Eyes are known, the exact mechanisms are not.)

Is it strange to say that the Six Eyes may have been named after the Five Eyesights of the Buddha? No, because there are a lot of references to buddhism in JJK.

Are they similar? How are they similar? I know that the Five Eyes exist. What does each eyesight represent?

I use this source mainly and some others, though this is a tumblr post about jjk so I cannot bring myself to credit my sources properly, like something being percieved as too oily to eat: https://www.baus.org/en/publications/dr-shens-collections/the-five-eyes/

I'd like to say that although it's longer, it says what I'm trying to say much better, and worth reading.

Physical Eyes: The eyes of me and you, the fly on the wall, the bird outside the window, and so on and so forth.

Heavenly Eyes: The eyes of gods and goddesses, though obtainable by me and you. It's like using a microscope, or looking at pictures of nebulae, or watching the news about a country a ways away.

Wisdom Eyes: With the Physical and Heavenly eyes, the world may seem fully complete, unbearably physical, and the only real thing. The wisdom eye allows one to see that this is not the case: the world is incomplete, and this perceived world is impermanent, and not 'real'.

Dharma Eyes: The wisdom eyes may lead to an attachment to emptiness. The Dharma eye sees that all of these forms, both empty and existent, exist with equal validity due to their unique realms and modes of perception. At the same time, it's an all encompassing compassion.

Buddha Eyes: its hard to describe, and I honestly must say that I don't know enough to describe it. The eyesight of a buddha is something of a buddha. What can I say? I don't know quite enough to say anything.

and finally,

what of the Six Eyes? What does this extraneous mode of perception percieve?

It could be cursed energy, but would cursed energy fall into the realm of the heavenly Eyes, as does the perception of infrared and ultraviolet light? Why six instead of five in the first place?

To be honest, I don't think I know enough to answer this question, but I had fun trying to answer it. Maybe I can just say something silly, like 'Gege when I catch you Gege' and cope and seethe forever because a comparison of the existing five modes of perception and the 5+1 eyes would have much more value, in terms of investigating the connection between Buddhism and JJK.

It's 6am.

[niinnyu]

Gege's payoff followed by setup problem, and why Shibuya Arc is still their finest writing.

Gege's writing structure has become so reliant on catching the readers by surprise that they just won't tell anything to the reader. Going into Gojo vs sukuna and the fight fest it's been since, readers have no clue of if there was any strategic/tactical planning happening (outside of Yuuji training with Kusakabe which is sloowwly coming back to the limelight).

The current buildup by adding emphasis to Sukuna and Yuuji and their dynamic, Yuuji's rage and loneliness and loss, only to bring in a Gojo-Yuuta vs Sukuna part 2 electric boogaloo. Which imo is another fight that has no interesting overarching commentary/themes outside of being the promised shounen strong vs strong fight, in a power system already criticised by both sides for being flawed.

It feels like Gege uses shock value and people eating absolutely anything up if it's about their fav, to bypass any meaningful setup.

The reason why Shibuya had the effect of absolute gutwrenching loss and defeat, is because it was setup so deliciously done. We'd seen the villains literally experiment their ideas with the veils on our heroes with the sister-school event, we've seen them talk about their plan with a lot of details, and how eventually they tweaked it to work better with their new knowledge.

We've seen that the mastermind might be someone from Gojo's past since they talk about how they cant be seen by Gojo, then you have jjk0 which shows the rift and the death of that someone (intrugue! Theyre still alive?? They're still on the bad side with that ending??) , following which you have Hidden Inventory where you see the bond and what caused the rift.

And ONLY THEN do you have everything fall into place when Kenjaku appears and Gojo is tricked because you were tricked alongside Gojo even tho as the reader almost everything was right in plain sight with just the lack of some context. Even the inconsistencies between Suguru's and now revealed Kenjaku's behaviour makes sense.

Althought the setup happened rather non-linearly, all of it was still always before the payoff. And boy, does it pay off.

And when things didn't go according to the villains' well thought out plans, it was still just such a seen yet unforeseen turn of events. We didn't know Yuuji would be fed so many of Sukuna's fingers that Sukuna would take over, but Sukuna taking over was an underlying threat that has been constant throughout the story and it just so happened to take place then).

Everything since the culling games has felt like things just happening one after the other. Short term goals that our protagonists had to complete since no one knew what was even happening. An entire year's worth of chapters of not seeing our protagonists and following new people who didn't/haven't yet done anything to truly warrant that much undivided paneltime. Anyone remember the US gov subplot? Did i dream that?

The last genuinely set up but still pretty shocking event was Sukuna using their binding vow and taking over Yuuji's body only to then take over Megumi's. We knew he wanted Megumi's power and the binding vow was another underlying threat since Yuuji's first death that was waiting to happen. Abrupt? Yes. But it was something hinted happening.

By no means am I saying that the reader should be told everything, that's not how writing works, but have enough at least fall into place when things are revealed instead of showing the puzzle completed then picking out puzzle pieces to show it individually and putting them back. A couple of panels where a character says something vague where you as the reader don't even know if it's something to take into account is NOT good set up.

[lolokouhm]

FUSHIGOVER pt. III [THE PUPPET]

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 This ff is a fix, we’re living post 235 chapter. And this time - I've decided to REALLY fix what GEGE DESTROYED so plz bare with me

"Please, don't die. You can't die."

Honestly, Megumi had thought he'd been through enough shit in his life, especially in the past few months. But apparently - no. There was always more pain to come.

If he could chuckle, he would. If he had known how to unalive himself right there, in that moment, he would. It hurt. His whole soul was in agony. He wanted to sleep. Forever. He was tired.

He, his body, whatever - killed Tsumiki. And he, it - was about to kill his teacher, big brother, father figure - God knows what Gojo actually had been to him. He had thought about a few times before, but he hadn't come up with anything. It didn't matter anymore.

Nothing mattered.

The shadows were nice. In normal circumstances he would love to stay there, hugged tightly by them, but there was nothing normal about the situation he'd found himself in. It couldn't possibly get worse.

"Please, don't leave me. You can't leave me."

The voice was quiet, but it popped up in his head, suddenly mixing up the fog that had been covering his mind for the past... week? Month? He had no idea how much time had passed. He could recognise the words, but they didn't make much sense. Was there someone else who could be left alone? Was there someone else who he cared about?

Someone else who he could hurt?

"IF YOU DIE, I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF!"

He shivered. The voice became awfully clear and irritatingly loud. Without any warning, the fog disappeared in an instant and Megumi groaned in pain. The numb feeling covering his whole being had its advantages - it didn't hurt that much. He made a mental life update.

It got worse. What a surprise.

He looked around.

At least he still had the shadows.

***

"You can't die. You can't die. You can't die."

The bathroom floor was cold - so cold, it was actually surprising that the insane amount of my tears spilling on it didn't cause the whole room to mist up. My cheeks were burning, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't.

It'd been over ten minutes since I saw Fushiguro. Over five since I'd found myself in the common bathroom on the ground floor of the dorms. Over four since I couldn't catch a breath.

It happened. From time to time. Even before that whole insanity, I'd had my... moments. Moments where I felt as if the world was somewhere else entirely, and I was just a spectator. Like watching a football match happening in some foreign country. Moments where I felt as if I were about to die - for no particular reason. Moments where I just lay on the floor and cried for something I didn't feel I had.

But all those became irrelevant after that fight. As if all my problems and insecurities suddenly stopped existing, and something bigger, way more terrifying stepped into their place, ready to fight me with its bare hands, an idea, really. An idea of losing Megumi Fushiguro.

He was there. He stood next to me. He was alive.

So why couldn't I stop crying?

Gojo was right. He was so right. My cursed energy was definitely leaking. Even though I had little to no idea what exactly he meant by "getting him out", I suspected that it had to be somehow connected to my cursed technique. A technique I've never actually found.

Not only me - not Gojo, Shoko, the principals. In this case, me and Yuuji were somehow similar, but my cursed energy was way more aggressive and overflowing. I had some trouble controlling it when I was starting school, but it really did get better with time, even though I'd had some slip-ups along the way. But this? Now, I could create potential curses. And I had no idea which exact feeling was making me feel that way.

"Y/N?"

Oh.

No.

"What happened?" Fushiguro's soft voice broke the silence. I lifted my head up just to see his awfully perfect frame in a really awful lightning. It was already dark outside, and the only dim light came from the hallway, so I couldn't really see his expression, but then he turned on the light in the room. He was a freaking painting.

A very worried one.

Megumi hesitated for a short moment, then he closed the door. He came up to me and got on one knee, visibly upset.

"Are you hurt?" he asked nervously, his gaze running up and down my body, looking for any signs of injury.

"Um... No." I said, but apparently that didn't sound very convincing to Fushiguro. Well, he saw me ten minutes ago and I was fine - and now I looked like a depressed mess. "I just... Ugh." I groaned. What was I supposed to say? "I'm having a meltdown." Somehow, this time his appearance put me back together instead of ripping me apart. The tears were starting to dry up on my cheeks. "I..."

Oh, stop it.

"I've just missed you like crazy."

He didn't lit up instantly, but something in his eyes sparkled, and his natural stiffness disappeared - well, not completely, but at least a bit. A shadow of a smile ran through his face, followed by a slight blush on his cheeks.

"I..." He frowned, visibly thinking about something. "I've missed you too." He added quietly. "It's actually a very nice place to have a meltdown at."

"It is." I tried not to stare at him, I swear. But how was I supposed to do that? I'd have to have some twisted cursed technique for that.

Fushiguro sighed and sat on the floor, next to me, leaning his back towards the wall.

"How was Kioto?" I asked, not really sure, what to say. We had a lot to unpack, but majority of the things I wanted to ask him about was just pure gore. Kioto seemed like the safest option.

Megumi sighed.

"Good."

"Talkative as always."

"I know you've got better questions".

He wasn't wrong.

"How are you feeling then?"

Silence.

"How should I feel?" His voice wasn't sad, rather tired. "I'm... I'm trying not to think about it." Megumi's gaze turned to his hands. A few scars were left here and there - Sukuna's reversed curse technique effects. "I've made my mind on one thing though. That's for sure."

"What's that?"

"I won't hate myself for not being strong enough. But I will hate myself for giving up too easily." He was somehow scary. It's not like I had never seen it before, but this time, it felt different.

"Don't hate-"

"There's always a reason not to give up. And if there isn't, then you can find one." He looked at me with an expression I wasn't able to recognize. What was that? Determination? "When Gojo striked Sukuna with that last purple, I woke up. I... I think I know what happened. Why he left my body. And why he might have wanted me in the first place." He took a deep breath. "When I manifested Chimera Shadow Garden during the Culling Games, it was... different. It had.. like a heart. Or rather, a vertebrae." I really liked talking with him, but this conversation didn't remind me of anything we'd had before. "And the nerves. I didn't think about it at first, but when I woke up, I managed to enter Sukuna's inner domain. Just for a second."

I froze.

"What do you mean?"

"Itadori told me about it later on." Fushiguro frowned, slowly dipping his fingertips in his own shadow. "That Sukuna's inner domain had ribs. Huge ribs. And for a moment, I... I could move them, (Y/N)."

I didn't think I was able to open my eyes that wide.

"You moved Sukuna's inner domain?"

"I think it had to be perfectly timed with the Purple, otherwise it wouldn't have worked." He added. "But I did it. I could move them, for a second, as if..." Megumi's hand dipped even deeper into the shadow. "Like a puppet on a string. Sort of. That's why we went to Kioto."

I had to look incredibly funny being as confused as I was, because Megumi chuckled.

"(Y/N), have you ever heard about Gashadokuro?"

[juusauce]

At the Altar

Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

created by @maysdigitalarts

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in the story are from Akutami Gege's manga, Jujutsu Kaisen. Some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The mentioned characters are not mine, credit to Akutami Gege.

If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.

Word Count: 2.3K

credits @cafekitsune

Heavy breaths. 

Whimpers.

The pace of my heart quickly went up and down. Gojo kissed my nape as his hand went down to lift up the skirt of my gown, and the other hand fondled my breast. My lips parted when I felt him move his thumb in a circular motion on my clit. I whimpered when his long middle finger entered my entrance. He easily inserted his finger inside me because of the dampness.

"And you're still denying that I don't have an effect on you, hmm?" I trembled even more when he licked my earlobe down to my neck. Oh, sweet gracious! His tongue added to the sensation I felt.

He grabbed my chin and kissed me to seal my lips. I was nervous about what we were doing because people outside might hear us. We are here now in front of the altar inside this small chapel, near the big church, where Suguru and Shoko's wedding will be held.

I knew this would be disgraceful because we did this deed in front of Him, at His altar, but all thoughts of guilt about getting caught vanished when he slid another finger inside me, causing me to moan into his mouth. The risk of being caught only added to the excitement.

I could feel his hardness pressing against my back, and I knew I wanted more. As we continued to explore each other, I couldn't help but wonder if this was just a fling or if it could be something more. Either way, I knew I wanted to savor every moment with him.

"You're too wet for me," he said with certainty.

He really knows how to awaken my desires and make me a wanton woman. I didn't recognize myself. She was different from what I've known. I didn't know I was capable of doing this with him. But there was something about him that made me feel alive and free. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, like I was the only woman in the world. Or maybe it was the way he touched me, with a confidence and gentleness that made me feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. Whatever it was, I knew that I didn't want this to end.

His blue ocean eyes stared at me. Those eyes were like a crystal clear blue ocean, full of lust as he licked those juices—my juices in his long fingers. I shuddered with pleasure as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. It was a bold move, but it turned me on even more. We were both lost in the moment, not thinking about anything else but each other. I knew that we had to be careful, but at that moment, I didn't care. All I wanted was him and the intense pleasure he brought me. 

"You taste so sweet as candy..." He whispered into my ear. His ragged breath sent shivers through my spine. "I can't wait to taste your treasured honeycomb." He ran his tongue across his lips. Oh, god! He was so sexy when doing that.

I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, grinding myself to his arousal. I felt him. He was fucking too hard. And oh, god! He is fucking huge.

I groaned when he pulled away. "Disappointed? Don't worry, I'll be inside of you later," he chuckled. "But it's too early for that."

I rolled my eyes as I was trying to catch my breath. I'm so frustrated. He makes me frustrated! But he just flashed his devilish grin at me.

"Patience is a virtue, my candy." He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Please refrain from speaking—" I gasped when he removed my entire dress. I was too surprised when he almost ruined my fucking dress. I felt the sudden cold air on my skin. 

"Oh, god! Are you planning to ruin my dress? Did you know that I didn't have a spare dress for this wedding? If you'll ruin it. Surely, I would be—"

He knelt in front of me, and he made me stop by kissing and nibbling on my thighs, working his way up to my center. I moaned softly, feeling his warm breath against my skin. My heart pounded crazily as he started to explore me with his tongue, and I couldn't help but grip his hair tightly. Every touch, every lick, sent waves of pleasure through my body.

I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. My breath caught in my throat as his hands slid up my thighs, his fingers grazing the lace of my lingerie. I wanted him and needed him. He looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes before pulling my lingerie down and burying his face between my legs. I trembled as he explored every inch of me with his tongue, lips, and fingers, but I was thankful because he held my thighs firmly.

The veins in his arms protruded. Oh, god! His calloused hands caressed my thighs. I moaned, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that was building inside me.

His skilled movements were driving me wild, and I knew I was on the brink of ecstasy. As I felt my body tensing up, he slowed down, teasing me with light kisses and gentle strokes. I groaned in frustration, but he simply grinned and continued to work his magic. I ran my fingers through his hair, urging him on, and he responded by increasing the intensity of his movements.

The pleasure was so intense that I felt like I was on the edge of something, about to explode. And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he stopped and stood up, pulling me close to him. The sensation was overwhelming, but I felt a bit disappointed because he stopped in the middle of the climax. 

"Why did you stop?" I was so irritated at him. 

"My candy is so impatient, hmm?" he whispered in my ear.

"Didn't you know how thrilled I am to ravish you?" he growled, and I knew that there was no going back.

"I'll take you to the heavens." My heart pounded against my chest, and my labored breathing shows how thrilled I was by the way he looked at me. His mischievous grin did suggest he had something else in mind.

He took my hand and led me towards the altar table, my heart racing with anticipation. As he laid me in there, my center was too exposed in front of him. I suddenly felt a shiver run down my spine as I saw his intense gaze upon me. I want to ask him, 'What was he planning? And why did it make me feel so excited?'

But before I could say anything, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Trust me. This will be alright." Those words sent a thrill through my body, and I found myself relaxing into the moment.

As he began to trace his fingers and lips lightly over my skin, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me again. Every touch was electric, and I knew that whatever he had in mind, it was going to be unforgettable. With a sense of anticipation building inside me, I closed my eyes and surrendered to his touch.

His words and actions were like fuel for the fire burning inside of me. I had never felt this way before—so alive and consumed by desire. It was as if every nerve in my body was on high alert for his touch.

"Damn it!" I saw him shutting his eyes. "You're so fucking sexy, my candy!" He groaned. I blushed at his words, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment. I couldn't deny the attraction between us, and as he leaned in to kiss me and pinned my wrist above my head. He sipped and then licked from my neck down to the upper part of my breast.

His tongue was like a flame, leaving a trail of heat wherever it touched. I couldn't resist his touch and melted into his embrace. My body arched towards him, begging for more. His hands trailed down my sides, gripping my hips tightly as he brought me closer to him. I could feel him. He was so hard, so fucking hard. 

"Oh, god!" I couldn't help but moan in response. His lips found mine again, and we kissed hungrily, lost in our own world of pleasure.

"Oh, god! Satoru," I moaned again.

I was in a trance, lost in the moment, when he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to take you slowly?" or hardly?" My heart raced when he said it. 

I knew that I wanted him to take me both ways—to experience the slow and sensual side of him as well as the intense and rough side. 

I shivered with anticipation, eager for what was to come next.

"Whatever you like..." My breath became ragged. "But I would like you to do it very hard." 

Those blue eyes darkened as I helped him unbutton his white dress shirt with his bow. My eyes wandered in his glorious body. I gasped as I ran my fingers across his iron-clad chest down to his six-pack abs. I felt his warmth through my fingertips.

"Fuck!" He said it under his labored breath.

"I want to ravish you." He intently stared at me. "You're so small and yet so fucking gorgeous beneath me." He leaned in and kissed me passionately, tasting the depths of my mouth.

Our bodies pressed against each other, the heat between us igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment. His hands roamed over my body, igniting every nerve ending and sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. This was exactly where I wanted to be—in his arms, lost in the intensity of our desire.

He buckled his belt and quickly opened his zipper to free his hardened length. I eagerly reached for him, wrapping my hand around his shaft and stroking it slowly. He groaned, the sound sending shivers down my spine. I wanted him inside me, filling me up completely.

With a swift movement, he flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. I could feel his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "You asked for it hard, and that's exactly what you're going to get." My body trembled with anticipation as he positioned himself behind me, ready to take me in a way I had never experienced before. I braced myself, waiting for the first thrust, but instead he began to tease me with his hands, tracing circles over my back and down my spine. I let out a frustrated moan, desperate for him to take me.

"Fuck! Satoru, don't make me wait—" He plunged into me with a force that left me gasping for air.

"How's that, my candy?" He whispered.

I moaned softly as my only answer to his question. My mind was clouded with desire as Satoru's thrust got harder, hitting every corner inside me. The sensation was intense, and I couldn't help but grip the altar table's edge hard, like if that's where I get my strength.

Every movement of his hips was like an electric shock, sending me higher and higher until I was on the brink of release. He kept up the relentless pace, driving me to the edge and then pulling back just enough to keep me from falling over. I could feel my body tense; it was like a shock to my system, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I moaned his name, unable to contain the passion that was building inside of me.

"Shhh..." He hushed me while he was slowly thrusting inside me. "Do you want them to catch us fucking each other here, hmm?" He muttered.

I shook my head and closed my eyes as I focused on the sensations that were overwhelming me. I didn't care about anything else at that moment except for the pleasure that he was giving me.

His breath was hot against my neck, and I could feel the tension building inside of him as well. I knew that we were both close and that the climax was coming soon. And then, with a final, deep thrust, he sent me over the edge.

I tried to cry out his name again, but his reflexes were too fast; he claimed my lips. I moaned inside his mouth as the pleasure consumed me, and he followed shortly after, collapsing onto me with a sigh of satisfaction.

As we panted and tangled in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered in that moment except for us. 

"I think that was the hottest sex we ever did," I mumbled.

He chuckled softly. He gave me a neck kiss while pressing his face into mine. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he whispered, his breath tickling my skin. We stay there for a few minutes, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow. 

But as the moment passed, a sense of guilt crept in. We couldn't just ignore the fact that we were supposed to be at our best friend's wedding. I pulled away from him, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "I don't know if we should have done that," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Did you regret doing it with me?"

"No, but—"

"But what, Hime?" He stared at me intently.

"But they will wonder if we are not there."

Eventually, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close. "You know," he said, his voice low and husky, "we don't have to stop here. We could keep going all day if you wanted." I felt a shiver run through me at the suggestion, and I couldn't help but smile.

"You already know we can't…" I leaned forward and caressed his chest.

"Oh, yeah, that fucking wedding." He groaned.

He grabbed my hand when I tried to get up. "Satoru, we need to go back there—"

"I'll clean you up first." He grinned.

"Satoru, I didn't plan to skip Shoko's wedding. I promised her that I would be at her wedding, and I will be the maid of honor."

"But you didn't plan to make love with the groom's best man, did you?" I was unprepared for his question. Did he say we made love? I gasped. I tried to ask him to clarify what he said, but he had already stood to take my lacy lingerie.

I hugged myself to cover my naked body from his gaze. I shivered when our eyes met. His intense gaze could melt me. I couldn't believe he had that intense effect on me.

We had only been seeing each other for a few weeks, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that level of intimacy.

I tried to compose myself, but when he got nearer, I suddenly felt nervous. He knelt with one knee at me as he cleaned me up. I gasped every time his fingers touched my skin. He noticed that I was slowly getting aroused again, but he concentrated on what he was doing. 

I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same intensity that I did. Was it just physical attraction, or was there something more? I wanted to ask him, but the words caught in my throat.

As he finished cleaning me up, he kept my lingerie with him. I saw a small smile on his lips. "Instead of attending their wedding, what if we do it again?" he whispered.

"Satoru!"

Note: The Priest by Sierra Simone inspired this oneshot. I wouldn't suggest it to someone who is really religiously sensitive. I hope you like this!

[leanchugger420]

₊ ׅ ֹ 𓈒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 | 𝐈 𓈒 ֹ ׅ ₊

m.list | next

pairings — toji x fem!reader, gojo + geto x fem!reader

chapter warnings — heavy on the friendship, skinship, your hand accidentally touches gojo's dick, fluffy, soft.

summary — after spending a year in kyoto, returning home is better than you could imagine. your childhood best friends gojo and geto start seeing you in a new light and perhaps that is the reason you find yourself entangled in their sheets at night. when they find themselves falling in love with you, you can't help but feel your heart straying to the mysterious older man who helps your predicament.

wc — 1.3k

A/N — couldn't handle the truth so i made a new reality (GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE).

𝐜𝐡. 𝐈; 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲.

for as long as you can remember, gojo and geto have been your best friends. even before you had learned anything of jujutsu sorcery, the two boys have always been by your side.

as children, the three of you were stuck together like glue and you'd always seen them as your family. atleast until last summer. you weren't denying that even in your childhood you knew that suguru and satoru were charming and good-looking, but all those blessings were like seeds; planted and awaiting growth.

over the last two years, those little seeds grew, and not just a little bit. the seeds grew tall and handsome trees, their blessings blossomed and increased tenfold.

this, obviously, caught the eye of young girls all across tokyo. suguru and satoru's fangirls could be traced almost anywhere in japan even. then on, you came to be known as the lucky girl who gets to have the two all to herself. this was terrible to them but you remained indifferent.

i mean, obviously gojo and geto started hanging out with other girls quite often but neither of them were interested in dating the girls they met. you all agreed your friendship mattered far more than any potential boyfriend or girlfriend.

last summer, you were still new to your adolescent years, being a late blossomer and all, you did get made fun of for remaining the same as you were in middle school, but never by satoru and suguru. this summer would be different, you swore last year, and thank the heavens, it is.

your season has come, your mother delights. a heartbreaker, your grandmother gushes. you feel confident in how you look, composed and classy. you like the way you are and you don't care if anyone else does.

28th july, 2006.

today is the fourth day of summer and my first day back in tokyo. two semesters ago, i transferred to jujutsu high, kyoto after my grandma was diagnosed with pneumonia.

my mama would've come with me but all the nurse positions she applied for in kyoto were rejected. she couldn't find any other job at such short notice. at first, i thought a lot about satoru and suguru, missed them a lot too but a little over a semester in, the home-sickness eased over.

my skin buzzed in anticipation as i brush my hair gently, spread out on my bed waiting for the loud horn of satoru's convertible to announce his and suguru's arrival. i'm weirdly nervous and excited to see them.

my eyes flutter as my thoughts drift to how they'd react to seeing me again. i wonder if they would notice that my brain size went from a size 36B to a 38C. i shudder at the sudden and inappropriate thought.

i feel a wave of sleep coming over me and as if on cue, i hear the loud blaring of a car horn and immediately jump off the bed in excitement. sparing no time, i quickly lock up my now empty house and practically skip towards the grey ford mustang parked outside.

the moment my eyes land on geto and gojo, my heart thunders. they'd grown taller, broader and muscular. their beauty was not newfound but rather newly revealed to you.

satoru's bright blue eyes catch you first, his eyes widen as his gaze skims over your body and you're suddenly nervous. but when suguru looks at me, a small smile spreading on his lips, my heart warms.

with no warning, i run toward the both of them leaning on the car and jump at them. they catch hold of me and run around with me in their arms. i squeal in happiness, glad to know that even if we look different, our bond is all the same.

28th july, 2006.

it is the sixth day of summer and i've been in satoru's grey ford mustang for the past fourteen hours, laying my upper half on suguru's lap and my lower on satoru's in the backseat. it is currently 7:13 am, the car is parked at the beach and the only sound to be heard is the off-tune snoring and breathing, spotlight rotating between satoru, suguru and i.

the sun is bright and much to my inconvenience, in my face directly. i groan and shift in my place that happens to be suguru's lap. opening my eyes, i look directly upward at him who is oh so lost in peace and slumber. i sigh, turning to look at satoru who is already looking at me.

he's focused on my face, studying every inch of it. my cheeks redden and i squirm, suddenly feeling the intensity of his attention. when his icy blue eyes meet mine, they shrink to crescent moons with his smile widening. i adore the way satoru smiles. he is the most expressive out of the three of us and if there's one thing that hasn't changed about him since we were crawling infants, it's his smile.

"what?" i ask him, trying to hide the smile on my face with a pout. "what?" he replies, looking dazed.

"why're you looking at me like that?" i nudge him gently with my foot, pulling myself up straight enough to lean on the car door behind my back.

"you're different. but like in the best way possible. you're more... you." his hand travels up my leg, coming to rest on my thigh. i follow his movements and look up at him through my eyelashes. his lips are twisted in a lazy smirk as his pupils keep moving between my eyes and my lips.

i shift once again in satoru's lap, hand falling directly onto his no-no rectangle. you jerk your hand back in shock as you meet his length accidentally. a whimper exited satoru's lips and i stare at him in disbelief, turning to suguru. he looks at me and throws his head back in laughter and i can't help but join.

satoru stirred in his sleep, clearly disturbed by the sound of our laughter. a sleepy smile spreads across his face. he lifts his arm and wraps it around my neck, pulling me close to his chest. i pull my hair around to the other side of my face before settling into his chest.

suguru started a conversation about everything i had missed while i was gone. i listened intently to the two telling me all things i should've seen, all the places i should've been and fun i should've had yet it somehow feels like i was there with them the entire time as they describe everything in detail.

an hour or two pass and here i am, currently sitting in suguru's lap while satoru lies in between my legs. all of our legs barely fot on the sit, but we make it work. i melt into suguru's chest while softly playing with satoru's hair.

finally, at five pm, after around six hours of endless chatter, satoru climbed into the driver's seat "amusement park?" he asked. suguru and i agreed in unison, "shotgun!" he called out.

the summer breeze in my hair and the sun on my skin, boy, this is bliss, i think to myself.

i open my eyes and look into the rear-view mirror, admiring satoru's icy blue eyes.

i smile and his eyes connect with mine through the mirror. i slip my hand through the middle of the seat, wanting to be closer to my friends.

suguru sees my hand first, placing his hand in mine and so does satoru. the three of us hold hands, trying to intertwine our fingers and failing miserably.

this, i think, this is what life is all about.

A/N — keep in mind that this is only chapter one😭 im excited for you guys to read the rest <3

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[grewlikefancyflowers]

Okay, people blame all the miscommunication on LWJ but have they ever considered how the situation may look from his pov? WWXs enormous crush is obvious to the readers but not to LWJ. His behaviour might seem confusing from the outside pov.

I think WWX's behaviour caused LWJ a lot of confusion and frustration.

I mean, WWX flirts with him pretty much in all their interactions across both his lives*. LWJ is very aware of this because he tells him, 'If you do not have those intentions, do not flirt with others. You are doing as you please yet others will be in turmoil.' (ch.54). He's not 'in turmoil' because he's jealous that WWX had been flirting with Mianmian (or at least, that's a minor part in it). WWX flirts with girls all the time, LWJ is aware of this, he's aware of the fact that WWX doesn't feel anything towards her (or any of the others), this is precisely the thing that frustrates him, because WWX behaves this way with him too (or at least appears to, LWJ has no way of knowing that WWX actually has real feelings for him. WWX doesn't even know this).

*Notable examples of flirty behaviour in his first life since there are somehow people who miss his planet-sized crush — Constantly trying to get LWJ's attention and calling him er-gege (not inherently flirty but is when taken in the context of everything else), drawing a portrait of LWJ & winking at him, seeking him out and saying 'did you miss me~' and giving him gifts, finding LWJ in the cold spring and draping himself over the rocks and murmuring 'lan zhan' in his ear then stripping, then purposefully trying to move closer to/touch LWJ while they're both nakey, throwing flowers for him at Phoenix Mountain & in Yunmeng (while knowing he is imitating how girls behave with their crushes), pretending to faint to 'trick' LWJ into catching and holding him when he visited Yiling.

When WWX is flirting with the jiejies in Caiyi town, JC comments that he is 'flirting around again,' (which carries a double meaning because WWX had just been flirting with LWJ too), so it is evident to LWJ that WWX casually flirts with whoever. WWX seems barely aware of what he's doing, which only frustrates LWJ further,

'Lan WangJi looked at him quietly, “Do you behave in such a frivolous way towards everyone?”

Wei WuXian thought for a second, “I think so?”

Lan WangJi looked at the ground. He only replied a moment later, “How impudent!”

The word was spat through gritted teeth and tinged with an inexplicable bitterness'.

As well as that, WWX several times suggests, or outright says, that he is straight.

When he gives LWJ straight porn — '“What kind of person are you?!” “What kind of person could I be? I’m a guy!” Wei Wuxian said. Lan Wangji’s tone was cutting. “You have no shame!” “I have to be ashamed? Don’t tell me you’ve never looked at these things. I don’t believe it.” Evidently, in WWX's view, looking at straight porn is just the standard expected thing for him to do, as a guy. He evens expects LWJ to have done so too. Obviously this is comphet talking, but to LWJ is simply comes across as if the boy he's crushing on is straight, and cannot even fathom being anything else. LWJ never appears to struggle with any expectation that he should be interested in women, nor does his family find his queerness unusual, so it's probable that WWX's struggles with his sexuality are hard for LWJ realise and understand at this point, esp because he's so young and preoccupied with his own feelings.

In the cold spring scene, WWX's flirting reaches unhinged levels, he also starts complimenting LWJ, and says, '“Lan Zhan, did you figure out what I was trying to do earlier?” “No,” Lan Wangji replied. “Really, you didn’t know? I was kissing up to you so you’d be my friend.” Lan Wangji side-eyed him. “What are you trying to accomplish?”' LWJ asks WWX what exactly his intentions are, clearly he thinks just trying to be friends is not a good explanation for the things WWX does. But WWX insists he really just wants LWJ to be his friend, he says if he's his friend he'll share his porn books (btw the word used is 春宫图 which refers exclusively to het erotica), then WWX goes on to insist that girls won't like how LWJ is behaving, then tries to convince him to come to Yunmeng with the promise that there are pretty girls there. So WWX really does just repeatedly flirt with LWJ, in this situation he does not only reiterate that he is attracted to women, but also just operates under the assumption that LWJ is too. LWJ again can only reasonably take from this interaction that WWX firmly identifies as straight and isn't generally open to anything else.

(Yes bisexuality exists but I do not think characters within the text (or perhaps the text itself) have much awareness of that. Eg, it is decided based on MXY's cutsleeve behaviour that he cannot possibly be WWX, because it was widely 'known' that WWX was attracted to women. Aside from that, imo MXTX repeatedly wrote all these examples of WWX's supposed attraction to women with the purpose of it coming across to LWJ as if WWX could not possibly return his feelings because LWJ's unconditional love of him with no expectation of anything in return is a key part of his character. From a storytelling perspective there isn't really any other reason for these scenes to exist.)

And then there is that infamous scene in Xuanwu Cave when WWX strips and pulls LWJ's clothes off too, pretending that he has certain intentions, though his real purpose was obvs to help LWJ. (Also I think 'Wei WuXian took off all of his clothes and tore them to shreds, “What do I want to do? Right now, we two are the only ones here. I’m already making it so obvious— what do you think I want to do?”' (ch.54) echoes the cold spring scene — 'Wei Wuxian kicked off his boots, removed his clothes, and threw them everywhere. “I took off all my clothes and you’re still asking me what I’m doing here."' (ch.18), implying that WWX was on some level aware of how his actions came across back then, though couldn't consciously address it). The exchange ends with LWJ asking WWX not to do things like this, 'Although he knew that it was out of good will, Lan WangJi still seemed a bit annoyed, “… Can you not make this kind of joke again?!”' He's still annoyed in large part because this is not the first time WWX has pulled this exact trick, 'good will' is not all there is to it. WWX misunderstands and decides to placate him by assuring him that he is straight, '"Don’t worry—I don’t like men, I won’t take advantage of the opportunity and do anything to you.”' Unsurprisingly, this only seems to annoy LWJ further. Probably because WWX has constantly been making these types of 'jokes' and the fact that WWX seemingly has no real feelings behind them is precisely why LWJ reacts badly to it.

LWJ isn't someone who lacks empathy and understanding, when it comes to WWX he is always watching him. So, it probably does occur to him that WWX's insistence that he is straight can perhaps not be taken at face value (especially when they spend a lot of time together in WWX's second life). Actually, after the Phoenix Mountain flower throwing, LWJ is quite insistent that WWX admit to being to one who did it, 'Holding the flower, Lan WangJi seemed to be quite cold. His tone seemed cold as well, “Was it you?”' Then in Yunmeng, LWJ asks WWX why he did it 'Lan WangJi, “Why?” Wei WuXian, “Why not? I just wanted to see how you’d react to such a thing.” Lan WangJi, “Ridiculous.”' (LWJ responds here with his signature '无聊', which carries a connotation of doing something pointless, because you're so bored you have nothing else to do, which I think is reflective of how he takes WWX's flirting overall.)

So, LWJ probably considers the possibility that there is actually something more to WWX's flirting, and wants to get him to admit he does it and asks him why he does it. But I think LWJ is also hesitant to dwell on this possibility too much as he is very fearful of violating WWX's boundaries, I think he's very concerned about wishful thinking or making assumptions or inadvertently projecting his feelings onto WWX. All this is also reflected in how LWJ warns WWX several times in his second life to be aware of his actions/words ('Mark your words', 'are you sure you want to do this', 'do not fool around', 'you reap what you sow'), he sincerely wants WWX to think about what he does, he doesn't want to allow or reciprocate WWX's advances if there's a possibility he's just messing around and doesn't mean it. Basically, he really wants to avoid a situation where they do anything together for any reason other than that's what WWX truly wants.

[stiltonbasket]

Jueying has the same initials as big bro Jingyi, and is 50x more chaotic. I imagine if she'd been in wwx+lwj generation, the only person who'd broken more rules than her would be wwx, but I might just be exaggerating.

"Shameless!" Lan Qiren barks, throwing a scroll at Wei Wuxian's head. "How can you say that lingli and resentment are the same? To think that I should have lived to hear such words from the dashixiong of Yunmeng Jiang!"

Wei Wuxian leans backwards, missing the scroll by a hairsbreadth as it flies over his shoulder and hits Nie Huaisang full in the face. “But Laoshi!” he yelps, leaping into the aisle between his seat and Jiang Cheng’s as Lan-laoshi grabs another scroll. “Lingli is energy, and resentment is energy. I’ve dissected walking corpses with our sect’s Pan-yishi, and we found out that resentment moves through human meridians just like—”

Lan Qiren lifts the second scroll, looking more incensed than ever; but before it can leave his hand, a crash and a scream echo in the white-pebbled courtyard outside the Lanshi, followed by a girl’s raucous shriek of laughter and a tremendous bang that makes Lan-laoshi blanch.

“Wangji,” he says, sounding deceptively calm. “Nephew. Go outside, see what the matter is, and tell me that Jueying did not light another firework on the roof of the Yashi.”

Lan Zhan rises and goes to the door, peering out into the courtyard with the resigned air of a monk who had caught his novices gambling when they were meant to be making blessing talismans.

“Dishonesty is forbidden, Shufu,” Lan Zhan says at last. At the front of the room, Lan Qiren puts his head in his hands. “But it was not another firework. Another six is likely nearer the mark.”

“Nie-xiong, who are they talking about?” Wei Wuxian whispers, sidling back to his desk. “That sounded like a guniang’s personal name. Do you know who Jueying is?”

Unexpectedly, Nie-xiong laughs.

“You know my Da-ge and Lan Xichen are married, don’t you?”

Somehow, Wei Wuxian had managed to forget that fact, for the current Lan-zongzhu’s elder son is much older than Lan Zhan, just as Nie-zongzhu is more than twice Nie Huaisang’s age.

“Well, I remember now,” he nods. “But who’s this Jueying-guniang, then?”

“My niece. Da-ge and Xichen-gege have two children—Jingyi-didi was born when Wangji and I were three, and Jueying came along two years later. She’s nearly thirteen now, and according to Laoshi—” and here Wei Wuxian hears another great crash from the courtyard, followed by the deafening whoop of a dozen fireworks going off at once, “—she’s responsible for half the gray hairs on his head.”

“Jueying!” Lan Qiren screeches, now tearing down the stony path outside the Lanshi. “Come down from the roof before you break your neck!”

“I won’t!” a young girl’s voice says defiantly. “Shugong, if I come down, you’re just going to catch me and send me back to the Baoshi again!”

“Of course I am! The point of punishments is that you do not like them,” Lan Qiren shoots back. “Now come down before I count five and go back to finish the laundry, or I will send your shushu up to get you!”

“Which one of you is Shushu?” Wei Wuxian wonders, before snorting as Lan Zhan rolls up his sleeves and marches out of the Lanshi like a soldier going to war. “Ah, looks like Shufu is Lan Zhan. What do they call you?”

“Technically, I’m Shushu,” Huaisang grins. “A-Yi and A-Ying call Wangji-xiong shufu most of the time. But I encourage them at every turn, so Laoshi won’t make me lift a finger to stop them when they misbehave.”

In the end, it takes Lan Zhan nearly half an hour to catch his recalcitrant niece; and after Lan Jueying has been safely bundled off the roof, one of the Nie disciples volunteers to escort her back to the Cloud Recesses’ nursery.

“Ying’er has her punishments there,” Nie Huaisang explains, when Wei Wuxian asks why a thirteen-year-old would be studying in the Baoshi. “When she misbehaves, she has to do laundry for the babies.”

“Poor xiao-guniang!” Wei Wuxian sighs, recalling similar punishments at Lotus Pier. “If she’s being punished, I’ll give her the all-purpose laundry talisman I invented last year. She’s still young, and even if she doesn’t listen to Lan-laoshi, she should be out playing in the sun instead of washing clothes.”

Nie Huaisang nods approvingly.

“She loves everyone who helps her skip her punishments,” he says conspiratorially. “If you want to make friends with Wangji-xiong, the quickest way would be to make friends with her.”

The back of Wei Wuxian’s neck starts to burn.

“Do you really think so?” he asks, fighting back the urge to check his brow for fever. “He must care for his zhinu and zhizi very dearly, mustn’t he?”

“En, he does. Both of the little ones drive him mad, but he worships the ground they walk on.”

Somehow, the thought of a younger Lan Zhan watching over two little children makes Wei Wuxian’s throat ache.

He does not dare to think on the matter too long—at least not now, not when Lan Zhan has yet to say a friendly word to him. But if he were to see such a sight tomorrow, then perhaps—!

“Go visit the Baoshi tomorrow,” Huaisang advises him. “Ying’er will be there, and you can meet Jingyi. He’s not so much younger than we are, you know. You two can be good friends, and then you’ll surely be able to get along with Wangji.”

Wei Wuxian inclines his head, feeling strangely bashful at the prospect.

“All right, then,” he says, speaking to the fallen scroll abandoned near his knee. “I will.”

[quinnyundertow]

Naoya Zenin PoV x Reader

TW: Misogynistic behavior, implied noncon

Excerpt from Chapter 15 of When I Catch You Gege

To say Naoya Zenin had lived a sheltered life up until this point would be the understatement of the century. He had been born and raised in the Zenin compound and he would most likely die in the Zenin compound. It wasn’t until this last year that he had been allowed to somewhat venture outside of his insular world when he began attending Kyoto Jujutsu High. So far the world hadn’t been what he had been promised or expecting.

Women were well bred and well trained under the Zenin influence. To not be, was certain death or if you were lucky exile. At the Kyoto School he was displeased to find the women there thought they were equal to men; equal to him. They met his eyes, they had opinions, and half the time they weren’t capable of following even the most basic of commands.

His female classmates Mei Mei and Utahime had chosen to avoid and ignore him shortly after meeting him. So at least they gave the picture of subservience. But you. Damn you. He had only had the displeasure of first running into you today and twice already he had been forced to interact with you and your brazen attitude.

Twice you had not only had the gall to talk back to him but to outright insult him without, in his opinion, proper provocation. As your better he had simply tried to give you advice and in response you had told him he was less desirable than his cousin that looked like someone had smashed clay together and called it a face. You had called him a “supercilious viper” he didn’t even know what supercilious meant but the way you said it he was sure it was meant to be an insult.

For your impudence he had intended to kill you but his plans had been foiled by his bleeding heart of a subordinate Ranta, his seduced cousin and the damn busybody Gojo clan head. If that wasn’t enough you had appeared before him now in front of his peers, insulted his intelligence and called him trash.

Yes, Naoya Zenin was pissed. He had never felt angry like this before and he had tortured and killed people viciously for infuriating him. This anger surging through him was unlike anything he had ever felt. It made his stomach flip and his face feel hot. Just seeing you in that furisode and zori had made his heart race uncontrollably and his mouth dry with rage.

You had looked the perfect picture of subservience and traditional beauty just now; but when you opened that damn mouth of yours the vitriol you spewed had made his hands sweat and his cock hard with fury. That was what this feeling was, right? Anger, fury, rage, all emotions he was very familiar with but they had never gotten him this wound up before.

Breathing heavy he watched your form leave down the aisle; not waiting for him to excuse you or even finish his thought. The sway of your hips and the way that you had quirked those sensual lips when you looked down on him. The roll of your doe eyes and the disdain you had held there. The tone of your voice was so sweet as you talked down to him.

He couldn’t stare harder at your hypnotizing form as you climbed the stage and went behind the partition housing Tengen. Tengen?! How the hell did you know Tengen? He hadn’t even seen what Tengen looked like, let alone spoken to him. No wonder you thought yourself so special.

Clenching his fists he worked his jaw as he ground his teeth. No he didn’t want to kill you anymore, that would be too swift and final of a punishment for your fiery attitude and untamed radiance. He wanted you to suffer, to cry, to get on your knees and beg him for mercy. He frustratedly adjusted his hakama to try and relieve the strained ache within. Yes, you would pay alright. And licking the tears running down your defiant face? Now that would be a good start.