#but like also... if sm comes up w a cute name for them i might switch... idk...

[alyimoss]

mm my idea for a dream x killer ship name is supernova... bc nova means new like... smthn new.... plus star bc dream is the sun and. thats a star yeah (plus his ship w dust is called stardust so). plus a supernova is like. dead star but huge or something. and yeah killer... death... whatever.

i say we keep kist the same bc they dont deserve any better /aff

we need some prettier and more fun ship names in the fandom for real. i cannot say driller (dream x killer) or kist (killer x dust) with a straight face.

[shayasay]

How they kiss you!

Tbhk males! Ft. Hanako, Kou and Mitsuba!

Note: all characters are aged up (which means 18+!) don’t worry and I’m not gonna tell minors to not read because let’s be honest, it doesn’t stop them. So enjoy!

Hanako!

- Hanako is a perv let’s be honest.

- If Hanako wants a kiss but you guys are in public he’ll drag you somewhere and make out with you

- Hanako likes puts both his hands on your waist while kissing you for some reason

- He also likes when you two have a steamy make out session with tongue, especially when there’s a string of saliva that connects your tongues together

- Will smile after he kisses you watching you as your hands are on his chest and tears pearl in the corner of your eyes from the lack of air during the kiss

- If you’re the shy kind of get flustered easily he’ll tease you for it

“Hm? You look so cute when you blush darling!~”

- Sometimes he’ll try kissing you in front of the others to try and make you flustered

- If you’re eating something sweet like candy for example, he’ll kiss you and move the candy inside his mouth instead!

- Sometimes he’ll just play with the candy in your mouth for a bit n put it back inside your mouth leaving you a blushing squirming mess

“Hehe! You’re so cute darling! Come here I want a kiss!~”

Kou!

- Loves to kiss with tongue as well but also likes to bite your bottom lip with his teeth

- Loves making out with you in private

- If you two do it in public or in front of his brother, he’ll be a flustered, nervous reck

- Kou loves to have his hands on your cheeks while kissing you

- Kou loves when you kiss him after a battle, it makes him happy to know you’re still alive even if you’re both sweaty

- Sometimes you guys cook together in his home and get carried away making out

- You guys got caught by Teru who just stared at you shocked before walking away leaving both of you flustered with Kou running behind him to explain while you check up on the food

“U-Um-… W-Wait it’s not what it l-looks like T-Teru!-“

“But it was though….”

“Babe I love you but you’re not helping the situation. *sigh*”

- If Kou wants a kiss he’ll ask you and if you say yes YIPPEE! But if you say no he’ll pout till you give in and give him one

“Please Babyyyy I want a kisssss~” *he whines*

Mitsuba!

- The first time you tried kissing him he called you a pervert but soon kissed you back

- Mitsuba loves making out with you but if you two get caught he’ll become flustered and say you started it

- He loves when you put your hands on his chest while his are on your waist and cheek

- If you drag him off to somewhere private he’ll joke around and say something like “what are you gonna do to a cute ghost like me you pervert!”

- When he wants a kiss he’ll say things like “I wish someone would kiss me..”

- He’ll stare at you as you stare back confused and he’s like

“I’m talking about you dumbass! Come kiss me already!”

- Even tho Mitsuba might call you every name under the sun he loves you sm

- If you’re the sensitive type and get hurt by what he says, he’ll kiss you and tell you he doesn’t mean anything that he says

“W-Wait I didn’t mean that-… I was just k-kidding! C-Come here…”

- loves when you sit on his lap to make out with him, this is when he’ll deepen the kiss by adding tongue and holding your hips

As mentioned above all characters are 18+ so don’t attack me ty and don’t be afraid to request a character from a fandom! I’ll write it as long as Ik it! Like for example from me to you, mob psycho 100 etc!

Mwah! <3

[inferencesarchives]

hi!!! i was reading your cookie run fics and i LOVE THEM SM!!! especially capsaicin- hes such a sweet boy 🥺love him to pieces

but,

may i request a dark cacao x gn reader who finds it hard to be serious, and is really bubbly? like they might be at a meeting or something and reader just cannot keep up their serious facade!

thank you and have a great day :D

Bubbly!Reader Headcanons

dark cacao cookie x gn reader

summary: how dark cacao acts with a happy & bubbly s/o (i wanted to make a scenario w/ this but my brain couldn't think of anything good :,)) i hope it's ok and i hope u still enjoy it anon ilysm ty for requesting)

warnings: physical touch, maybe ooc(?) (he is very very soft for u), i think that's all but lmk if i missed any

confused by your constantly happy personality at first, but eventually got used to it and warmed up to you. now, your joyfulness is like a calming remedy for him whenever he's stressed.

thinks it's adorable whenever he sees you trying your hardest to look serious; thinks you always look so cute whenever you do.

^^^ likes to playfully tease you about this afterwards. likes seeing your flustered expression.

he always feels at peace whenever he's around you. your warm and happy demeanor always manages to bring a soft smile to his face.

loves it when you hug him. your touch is warmer than anything else he's ever encountered, and the butterflies in his stomach go crazy whenever you hold him.

likes hearing your voice. he could listen to you for hours on end, so he loves it whenever you indulge him in one of your long talks about anything that you find interesting.

likes spending time with you. your very existence makes him happy, so any time he spends with you and your warm, bubbly nature is time he treasures.

overall very soft around you and loves your personality. you always seem to make him smile, and he's always glad to have you around <33

a/n: he,,,, he is so,,,,,,,,,, anyways um i was gonna set up the event but then 3 requests got sent in overnight so once i finish those then the fun event will come so look out for that yAY,,,,,,, also tysm for showing ur support anon it genuinely means so much to me aaaaa pls request some more stuff if u want ur so nice aaaaaaaaaa would love to have u as a named anon in the aquarium but also if u dont want to that's fine too im just so happy that someone likes my works that much AAAAAAAAA TY <3333333333333333

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[hendolish]

back again w the high school/uni prompts!!

hendolish helping the other understand an academic concept and being so proud of them when they get it!! and then sitting together in silence working but still touching elbows or knees and feeling the comfort of the others presence since they don’t get to spend a lot of time together at school with different schedules!!

love u sm! <3

also for @lfcgirl23 !! (prompts were so similar i decided to mush them together <3)

jack grealish/jordan henderson | study date ♡

“… you still don’t get it, do you?”

Jordan asks through a long-suffering sigh as Jack stares over at him with wide brown eyes.

“Gimme a sec, I’m thinking.”

The other placates as Jordan shakes his head and picks up his notes, already preparing to explain it to Jack all over again. At least his thinking face is cute.

“Yeah I still don’t get it.”

Jack relents finally after a few seconds more of silence and gormless staring. They’re pretty much the only ones left in the library on campus by now, so they’re not trying too hard to be quiet.

“Okay,” Jordan still finds himself speaking softly all the same, “Let’s try this a different way, yeah? You know what a mnemonic is?”

“…a disease?”

Jack answers so quickly it makes Jordan laugh, although the fact that Jack’s grinning brightly at him as well gives him hope that he’s joking, “Nah, don’t they shorten things to help you remember them and that?”

Jordan nods at him, somehow proud.

“Like, ‘Never Ever Support West Ham.’”

Quirking his eyebrow at him in question, Jack wheels his chair closer towards Jordan’s, smug he knows something he doesn’t.

“North, East, South, West,” He reels off as he points in the correlating direction, sounding proud of himself, “My old man taught me that one.”

“Right,” Jordan laughs, enjoying their knees knocking together where they’re now sitting so close, “Sound advice that.”

Jack grins at him, white teeth a contrast to his dark stubble, and Jordan can’t help squeezing his thigh before making sure they get back on track.

“Okay, so how about we come up with one for the carpal bones? Then it might help with your recall.”

Both their degrees include elements of sports medicine, for which it’s crucial to remember all the bones in the human body and where they are. The only problem is that there’s 206 of them, so Jordan doesn’t really blame Jack for struggling to recall them.

Jack agrees with a nod before they’re consulting the textbook, noting down the letters they need to use, and soon bouncing ideas off of each other to make the mnemonic as memorable as possible.

“I’ve got it!”

The younger declares after about five minutes of deliberation with a proud smile; Jordan is very aware of the fact that what they’re currently engaging in could also be described as procrastination, but he reasons that as it’s in attempt to help Jack, it’s acceptable.

“Hit me.”

Jordan tells him as he sets down his pen. He’d only gotten halfway through his own invention.

“‘Some Lovers Try Positions That They Can’t Handle.’”

Laughter bubbles out of him before he can stop it, half-induced by the knowing grin Jack’s giving him, but when he consults his list of letters, he’s pleasantly surprised to find that the mnemonic actually works.

“Hope you’re not talking about anyone in particular.”

Jordan teases as he eyes Jack and draws the textbook away from him. The younger just shrugs and answers, “Well, we’ll have to see, won’t we?”

Shaking his head, Jordan locates a diagram of the hand and twists it around to show Jack.

“So, we start with the big bone here and then do the same on the row above to name them, yeah?” Jack nods and leans in closer to analyse, “Okay. Can you tell me which carpal bone this is?”

When watching the younger’s brow furrow, Jordan urges him to remember his mnemonic. Jordan certainly hasn’t forgotten it yet so he doubts that Jack will have.

He’s pointing to the third bone in the second row, and can visibly see as Jack counts along the bones in his head and recites his phrase.

“Well… that’s ‘Can’t’, so it has to be the Capitate?”

A rush of excitement bursts through Jordan’s body as Jack gets the answer correct. He implores his expression not to waiver, however, until he checks, “And the one before it?”

“Uh, the Trapezoid?”

Jordan can’t help himself now as he springs out of his chair and points at another, “And this one?”

“Scaphoid?”

Finally emitting a triumphant laugh to himself, Jordan barely holds himself back from doing victory laps of the library’s second floor.

“Why’d you sound so unsure?” He asks a wide-eyed Jack as he grips both of his shoulders and shakes him, “You’re getting them right!”

It takes a moment for it to sink in for the younger.

“I’m— really?”

It should be amusing, how surprised Jack sounds and how little faith he’d apparently had in himself, but for now Jordan is just really, really proud of him.

“Yep,” He tells him as he grins down at him before sneaking a brief kiss to his lips. They doesn’t really show affection in public but Jordan thinks this calls for a special occasion, “Now… d’you want the good news or the bad?”

Jack raises his eyebrows at him then, although his reaction was delayed from where his eyes were still trailing after Jordan’s receding lips.

“The good news is that I can finally sleep soundly tonight knowing you won’t completely fail your exam.”

The younger waits a second before asking hesitantly, “And the bad..?”

“We’ve got 198 more bones to go.”

♡

[ayoharuko]

Haiiii emikoo Could I ask for a one-shot idea ( this angst with a fluff ending btw TT) Ganyu being late for a date night with reader ends up disappointing the reader but makes up for it

Lovee Love LOVE your content sm Keep up with the good work~! =＾● ⋏ ●＾=

 Omg thank you so much for loving my works! T-T

And ofc I can do a ganyu for u! Thanks for requesting and I hope u like this one shot dear anon-chan and everybody who reads this one shot!

Also I'm sorry if this took long...as u know I had to go through exams so I wasn’t able to finish it on time apologizes!

REMINDER: This character does not belong to me they belong to hoyoverse and this is all just fictional work :3

Includes: A hint of angst but fluff in the end, cussing and a hint of jealously. Might be a bit cringe or occ sorry hahaha :3

Ganyu x gn-reader

You and your cute adepti girlfriend ganyu had planned a date! She said that she wanted to spend more time with you if things get more hectic the next coming weeks you knew that she would become more busy so you agreed. But...right now...she was..a bit late...well actually..no she was really late.

I mean this was kinda normal and you figured that she probably fell asleep in her office..this wasn’t the first time, this was actually the third time this happened and honestly you tried to understand that it was because she was busy with work but...it was too much!

You waited..and waited..and waited...and....waited..but...she didn’t come...

You grit your teeth and got up the chair and walked out of the restaurant walking to where Ganyu worked, Walking inside her office you saw Keqing and Ganyu talking to each other about plans or something. And you lost it....she forgot your date because of....keqing!?

Was she more important then you? her own lover?

While you were lost in your emotions, Ganyu had noticed you and got up to greet you looking completely carefree...

‘’Love! What brings you here?’’ Wow...she really forgot....

You just glared at her and answered ‘’Here to see where you were...having fun with her? Instead of fulfilling the promise of a date for your own lover!?’’ You couldn't handle it yelled at her which in respond she flinched back. You widen your eyes and just turn back walking out of the building....crying.

‘’You..had a date with them, Ganyu?’’ The yuheng of the qixing asked and Ganyu just lowered her head blaming herself....she can’t believe she forgot about the date she promised you..all because she was blinded with work...you had always told her to take a break from it...to at least spend time with you...

She slowly felt tears falling from her face, ‘’H-huh!? G-ganyu get ahold of yourself!’’ Keqing said holding her shoulders slowly shaking her.

‘’W-w-what do I do..? Y-y/n might leave me because of how much I neglected them...’’ She said choking her words, sobbing more.

Keqing looked at her best friend in worry...but she knew you wouldn’t leave Ganyu just because of this....

‘’Listen..y/n would never leave you because of this..what’s best you can do right now is...’’ She paused thinking before opening her mouth again ‘’What you can do is..apologize and make it up to y/n’’ Keqing said, comforting Ganyu.

Ganyu looked at her best friend with hope and determination in her eyes, She nodded and got up, Wiping her tears and running out of her workplace to your shared home.

She opened the door to your shared home and walked to you guys’ bedroom. Her heart broke when she saw the state you were in....

You were crying..sobbing..while hugging a picture of you and her together.....

‘’Y-y/n?’’ She called your name approaching you slowly, You looked up at her with tear stained and swollen eyes before responding ‘’W-w-what?’’ With your voice all shaken up and stained...

‘’I...I'm so sorry...I..should have never forgotten about our date..I should have never broke a promise to you...I..I'm so sorry..please..forgive me...my love’’ Ganyu said kneeing beside you guys bed slowly building tears in her own eyes.

You sniff and hugged her tightly making Ganyu shocked she nuzzled her head into your neck and hugged you tightly.

‘’Please don’t....leave me y/n..’’ Ganyu said, voice shaking. You nod and hug her closer ‘’I...I won’t..but...would you leave me for...Keqing?’’ You asked, your insecurities building up.

Ganyu’s eyes widen and she puled away from you ‘’N-never! She is just my best friend, my love..I..would never never choose someone else over you...’’ Ganyu said while rubbing your back looking at you with so much love in her eyes...love that you haven’t felt from her in so long because of her work.

You slowly move closer to her, closing your eyes. Ganyu saw this and closed the gap between you two with you two sharing a sweet and passionate kiss~

She broke the kiss and hugged you once more ‘’I promise I'll make it up to you my sweet flower...’’ She said ‘’Ya sure? No promises...right?’’ You said with an unsure voice.

Ganyu smiled and looked up at you with loving smile ‘’This time...I will fulfill this promise my love...I won’t fail you..’’ 

You smiled and kissed her once more before starting a comfy cuddle session with your sweet girlfriend~

Sometimes you guys get into common fights like this either her overworking herself or being late for something important you both planned together, but even so...you wouldn’t leave her because of that...no matter how many times she does it..you’ll always forgive her and you hope her love for you always lasts forever....

You smiled once more and whispered to Ganyu....

‘’Sweet dreams darling......’’

AHHH FINALLY DONE I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG T-T

I had my exams to worry about hahahahaha....so I'm really really sorry!

I apologize this ganyu was a bit occ I uhm...I don’t really have her cause I didn’t pull for her hahahaha...so uh yea...hahahaha-

Anyways thank you so much for reading this far and I hope you like my second one shot everyone! And thank as well anon-chan for sending that wonderful idea I own ya :3

See you guys on my next post bye-bye~!

[notafunkiller]

https://x.com/not_a_funkiller/status/1837065105869079040?t=TR5Bdpg6sOpDOR3NkbmjlQ&s=19

if u saw someone reblog twice but not there in twitter its me (IM SO SORRY) bcs i planned on quoting serious number of paragraphs but then thought abt how its a waste of time to actually explain because they wouldn’t read it anyways and im not active in twitter and not planning to bcs twitter is a corrupted media.

first of all what hate? in definition hate would be an extreme feeling of dislike (highlight extreme) where one would be very emotional (anger/fear/shame) of the issue. is that what this page is? a hate page? nope, we are sharing opinions (which where opinions meant view or judgement regarding of something that is not necessarily based on fact or knowledge — in another word what u belief in). when you said ‘post hate’ in my mind comes disgustingly hatred comment/ edits of that person but did she do any of it? no, she simply share how she thinks. for example, their relay is pr, sebastian weirdly hypocritical behaviour, her acting performances are not that good, her ‘questionable’ behaviour such as baiting fans and stalking. theres more but these are the examples and some may agree some may not or some maybe neutral but in the end the opinions are just assumptions. gossips. where is the hate in that? i dont get it. again as i said before u lot r pussies for opinion.

besides if one did ask with questionable names, she would say to mind their language or not to call her that (b4 people come after me saying then why would she post it if the asks use bad names, its because the ask contain an info that she agrees on for example, shes baiting again but replace she with a bad name) also i think she doesn’t post asks with serious curse/extreme names because never once have i read it. (and puhleas, i spend my free time here scrolling to THOUSANDS of asks repeatedly that i think i might remember some already)

(crying bcs i can’t do it — reading asks— when im in uni later)

next exaggerating his old rs, i don’t think she is ‘exaggerating’. If she is ‘exaggerating’ she would be posting abt his old relay 24/7 (highlight 24/7) and besides, how could you expect people not to when there are difference?? (also if u wanna blame her, then blame sebastian too for mentioning it😂) people will always keep comparing because mind you the time of his old rs are different than his current ones (ex: him being inactive in sm now). ps, if there is something shocking/fucking sweet abt him with aw now, people would start comparing to how he/she is so happy vs to their time w their exes. ofc it cant be denied that he matures and might have different opinions in life (such as wanting it to be private) it could be the reasons to it but you cannot stop people from thinking abt other factors and starts to compare. also, she is not ‘obsessed’ she is questioning as to why isn’t he as affectionate as before. what changes? thats why she keeps on bringing up the past bcs what the hell… ITS CUTE, its in the past but ITS CUTE (also i have a feeling she did this on purpose bcs a lot will end her for smacking the sweet pics of his old rs😂 — i mean look! you’re the one who’s hating it rn) but one thing for sure, if you don’t like people to ‘exaggerate’, then block, but oh well, you keep on stalking bcs u cant handle the curiosity dont you? you just have to make it as if she’s the one who is problematic 👀👀 but you are the so-called-hero for calling out the ‘hate’

conclusion when does this becomes an issue? this as in having different opinions? me and notafunkiller have different opinions, for example, i like aw acting esp in malignant, i’ve seen the mummy one too (w tom cruise) and i love it (idk the girl was aw at the time), also i said this b4 abt my stand regarding on the relay are unknown bcs i feel like both of them are playing with my feelings (both = sebastian and aw) one day i feel like its pr and another i feel like its not but in the end idc anymore as long as i have sebastian content bcs its why im here, for sebastian. thinking too much abt it is, well, too much for my brain and i have no time for it except for gossips. and look! i have no problem with notafunkiller and she too doesn’t have problem with me.

so please BACK OFF FROM HER I SWEAR TO GOD bcs no matter what u say and how much u make as if she is the ‘bad’ one in this fandom, i will defend her just as how i will defend sebastian.

do not let their words get to u. take care of yourself

te iubesc, noapte bună (its the easiest word that i learned and confident in😭😂 i wanna try others but im scared of the gramma/pronouns bcs WHAT AM I STUDYING BRO)

anyways here is dancing pisică

First of all, you are so sweet for this message and fir defending me. I also want to say that I am gonna miss you while you are gone, but I hope studying will go great amd I can't wait for your updates.

Second of all, you are doing great with your Romanian lessons.

Thrid of all, that's the thing... we do not have to agree with everything to be able to have conversations and be decent and respectful. I love to have chats with people with different opinions. You never know where and when you can learn more about different topics.

Hugs to you and congrats for your maturity.

[screampied]

hii pretty baby!!!!! HIGURUMA IS BACKKKKKK, omg i’m like ready to give him the biggest reward for coming back home. me and the kids missed him a lot 😔

yes, i have 5 dogs!! four of them are rescued or the children of ones my family rescued and passed away. but the one that murdered the pigeon is a pitbull. she is lovely and charming, and this is not at all a normal occurrence, but we think the pigeon got inside through our yard and she got scared. this reminded of my latest cat and how she would bring lizards and rats over, and give to my sibling, who might i add, has a phobia of those two animals. she was a lil bitch and i miss her everyday.

omg, i know right? like toji might be looking stinky sometimes, but that man’s wallet is as big and thick as his cock. he just likes to spend most of it with stupid bets, but he has money. give him a sugar baby, he just needs a new hobby! on god, i would’ve send you, but that shit flopped, i’m just waiting for a bit to see if it gets better, idk.

THE WORM DOESNT LOOK SOFT. it’s an ugly think, probably smells like trash and i’m gagging already. KINGSNAKES ARE SO CUTE!!! AND THE NAME??? adorable, gimme 14 of those.

toji would 1. be the happiest man alive, 2. be the saddest man alive. i fully believe he would go around and steal peoples money. like someone by his side got a large amount, next second they are dropped out on the floor and mr. toji just got the bowl of coins!

oh, makes sense. i’m not gonna lie i thought the vaseline would go somewhere more..well, you know.

five languages? you’re so cool!!!! and i love those languages name, so unique. i speak my native language, obviously, english, italian and bits and bits of korean. i can however understand spanish, french, and for some fucking reason russian? dad says i should be a linguistic because i have facility to learn languages. i think it’s cool, i want to go back to french (i used to speak as a infant because of my dad), and learn japanese.

question for today is sweet or salty food? and who do you think has the prettiest cock in jjk? i was wondering that these days and i fully believe is gojo.

OH, AND BY THE FUCKING WAY, I READ YOUR RECENT ONE…. WHAT WAS THAT? need suguru’s head glued to my pussy 😔

nut anon

NUTTY MCNUTSAR 🙆‍♀️

HIIIIII omg pookie i got sick again istg my immune system hates me like . i was dying in bed alllll day yesterday but we lived 🫡 YESSSS HIGURUMA’S BACK WE STAN. im so curious as to how he survived bc ????? but at least he’s safe 🙂‍↕️ now its sukuna n choso’s turn YAY.

you have five dogs :(((( ugh i love dogs. literally my comfort animal. i have three. i grew up around dogs my whole life aaaaughh. i wanna get a husky one day bc they r just so cute n i love their eyes sm. so cute 🥹🥹 i have a pit bull too but she’s mixed with black lab and she’s such a sweetheart. she’s the baby of the trio but she’s always getting into trouble </3 she loves going through my closet for whateverrrr reason.

not toji’s wallet as big and thick as his cock 💀. see !!!!!!!!! i try to tell my moots this all the time but they call me delusional for defending a broke man like WHAT. no one can go band for band w toji, he has a literal hell cat and stacks for days wbk !!!!!!!

STOPPPPP WORMYGURO’S SO CUTE :(((( i just wanna poke it. kinda reminds me of slime. WHY DO U HATE HIM SO MUCH HELPDOIGKH. personally, i think his worm would smell like roses :’)

LMAO UR SO RIGHT. and omg, i saw this video on twitter where this guy in new york runs up to someone on a train and steals their salad and runs away. why do i kinda feel like toji would do that to people in las vegas help 😭😭😭😭 he could steal my food any day <3

really …… what did you think i meant ……. 🧿 i would have said lip gloss too but yk its not a fashion show its survival so 🐩

thank youuuu !!!!!!! ackkk im learning italian also !!! im just taking a break tho but its such a pretty language, french also. korean omg you’re so cool, i wanna learn korean / mandarin one day. is korean hard? ouuugh i wanna learn russian also.

hmmmm i think i prefer sweet foods. prettiest cock in jjk, maybe gojo, suguru, or nanami

TEHEHEH THANKYOU FOR READING MWAH

[celestie0]

ouuu my dear flowie. i am long overdue in responding to this reblog, but just know that i read it when you originally posted it and it made my entire day, my entire week, my entire month, dare i say my entire YEARRR...your reblogs give me enough serotonin to last a lifetime. singlehandedly add years to my lifespan

live picture of me reading your reblog reviews of my fics:

I would let him give me a hundred thousand, even a billion headaches. Kickoff! Gojo deserves everything. Trust me. I would let no harm come to him.My man is a puppy in love with how he’s following reader around, tell me ellie, what do i need to do to manifest him? He’s so adorable aaaaaaahhhh my heart is bursting.

PLEASE A PUPPY IN LOVE IS SO ACCURATE THATS P MUCH KICKOFF GOJO. and yess his ways of charming are so unconventional :''') he got that pretty boy privilege and has never had to charm a woman lolol

but please all he needed to enter a bush was a little sound, he has 0 survival skills.

OMG NAMING THE CAT MEGUMI PLS THAT WOULDVE BEEN CUTE AND ALSO SO CANON. but yea kickoff gojo has zero survival skills how he hasn't been kidnapped yet up until this point is a miracle

Why do acting like you found them fucking publicly 💀😭 (is it the effect of seeing two pretty people together? Must be) i understand him.

girl yes anytime i see a hot guy in public just staring at him feels like having public copulation xddd its sumn ab the hot people

Especially with how she feels Gojo wouldn’t really understand her situation because he has never faced it, it’s the disguised-kinda covered element of helplessness mixed with embarrassment for me when i want to convey the social anxiety but cannot because people expect otherwise of me.

aww bb i'm sorry ab that, yea it's kinda crazy how we have attributes we associate w ourselves but then because of that, we're not able to give ourselves grace to differ from those attributes. but i totally think ppl are multifaceted and we can surprise ourselves w straying from our norm. like ig reader has stage fright but she also slapped tf out of a man at a bar in ch9 LOL...but anywho yes i hear youuu

The best part about kickoff is the sheer realism and relatability that readers feel when reading it. You write about stuffs that university students deal with, and you aren’t just making us live our dream of dating a man as beautiful as gojo but also giving us a voice and lending us an ear. You are hearing us and making sure we feel validated. Especially when you talk about insecurities related to career, that is something not a lot of fics do, they make us perfect, but you perfect our flaws, you let us shine through them. That’s a huge thing to achieve I believe. Like nothing in kickoff feels superficial even with those glowing blue eyes and white hair of the freak. Sorryyy!!!!

AAAAAAA flowie thank u so much i could cry fr :''') i'm so glad the realism comes off. yes i think...hmm i think career is so difficult to navigate in college, esp along w romance. in my romantic experiences in college, i always felt like they went hand in hand w my career stress. like wondering if i'm spending too much time thinking ab boys lol, or being w guys that didn't really value my career goals or even care about them. i miss my college campus clubs and my fellow club board members sooo much, i had sm fun organizing events w them and i think writing this chapter really took me back to that time. like idk just doing fun stuff w someone, like reader n gojo in this chapter, those moments are so priceless to me than something that might be an actual date or sumn, if that makes sense. but i'm so glad the story makes you feel validated, ik you were also in debate clubs in school so i think it's so cool how despite all the different careers n niches n interest (like idk anything ab film clubs lmfaoo) we all can still kinda relate to that feeling of ambition paired w insecurity

I love it when people praise our abilities by honouring our actions, that’s very meaningful and appreciative. Like he could have just told she’s all that, but him adding instances added much value to his sentiments.

YAAASS PREACHH i love it when people mention specific actions when they state a positive character trait xD makes me feel seen. kickoff gojo def sees reader in ways she doesn't see herself. also awww yes his dad would be so proud of him :'')

ihm! Reader and kickoff! Reader will have a great time together as the two gojos play golf together while one tries to pitch the other in to buy a house as the other one argues that soccer is the better sport.

LOLOL wait that's so cute i need to see this happen bahahah. i feel like ihm reader & kickoff reader would like not have much in common while kickoff gojo and ihm gojo would have a younger bro older bro relationship where they're just bickering all the time pls. and then the girls can relate to how annoying their boyfriend/husband is

i think as students we have all cried over missed opportunities or the lack of them, it’s feels nice to have that representation over here, and he ensures everybody feels seen and doesn’t take away from reader’s shine as she doesn’t from her juniors, again very endearing.

yes yes yes :'') i've def cried before because i felt like all my hard work wasn't going to bigger places like i wanted it to be. but like in the words of emma from one day: "it's not about changing the world, it's about changing the little bit around you." i think gojo using his influence for good in this chapter was my favorite part to write, yknow he's not just a dumb frat dude that gloats about partying and winning games n stuff on his social media, but he knows that he can help make a difference w it too! i def think kickoff reader really fell in love w him a little bit in this chapter. and omggg bb sorry for the TEARS!!! but i hope it was comforting happy tears <3 i'm so glad you feel seen! that's all i want to accomplish w my writing

AHH THANKS SM FOR YOUR REVIEW FLOWIE BB THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME <33 i look forward to them soooo much, i get so giddy to see them!! much love from meee to youuu

gojo satoru x reader | college au [18+]

kickoff ch.10 a fresh start

ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fem reader, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot, marijuana use, sexism, sexual harassment (verbal only)

ᰔ chapter. 10/x (probably 18)

ᰔ words. 10.5k

a/n. hiii!! welcome to ch10!! if you’re confused about the word count, i decided to split up the original ch10 of kickoff (which was 31k words) into three installments (read more here) and sooo this is the first installment :0 i really hope you enjoy! i think this is a pretty chill chapter so no warnings or anything hahha. i’ll see you at the bottom :”)

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“Let me take you out on a date.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I’m busy.”

“You look like you could use a break.”

“You look like you should go bother someone else.”

“I don’t want to bother someone else, I want to bother you.”

You sigh, sitting back on your heels in the chair that you’ve been balancing yourself on for the past hour or so within the business building, room 202, not sure if it’s the paint fumes coming off the brush you’re holding in your hand that’s giving you the headache or if it’s the incessant pestering of the man sitting beside you.

It’s a Tuesday afternoon and you’re working on painting a poster for the Film Club photography showcase that’s happening later tonight, and what you thought would be a peaceful moment to yourself turned into what it is now since you ran into Gojo in the hallway as he was making his way out of class, and of course he decided to follow you around like a duckling after that.

You glance to the right. He’s still got his backpack on as he sits slumped in the chair beside you, with his presentation of washed out black jeans, a hoodie that’s a shade of void darker with UTokyo Men’s D1 Soccer heat-pressed printing across in jock lettering and he’s got the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair looks thoroughly kempt for once, and not slick with sweat like it usually is on the field, or tousled from the amount of times he runs his hands through it when he’s concentrated or frustrated. But he might start now, given you’re not budging at all to his advances.

“You know how nice it would be?” he says to you with his own version of a blissful sigh, resting his elbow on the conference table and setting his chin on top of his palm, and the way he leans into your space makes you subconsciously lean into him too. “We could go out for dinner, maybe by the beach, order dessert, you wear something nice–”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“N-Not that you don’t always wear nice things–” His eyes briefly sweep down your form, in which you’re awkwardly sitting still with your paintbrush pinched between your fingers in mid air, and then he vaguely gestures to you, “I just mean something nicer,” this time, you feign an offended scoff, “wait, no, that came out wrong, I mean–”

“Satoru,” you interrupt him, bending over the table to dip your bristles into some blue paint in the palette at the other end, “I'm actually very busy right now, so I don’t really have the mental real estate to deal with your sales pitches on why I should let you take me out on a date.”

You can see in your peripheral vision that his eyes are on you, and you only flick your gaze to his face when you notice it’s the longest he’s been silent this entire time, and you find that he’s taking in the sight of you bent over this table. He snaps out of it when you sit back into your chair.

“And you constantly staring at my ass doesn’t exactly charm me, either.”

He glances over his shoulder for a brief second, as if to confirm the emptiness of this room, then grabs your chair to roll you towards him in between the space he’s created by the obnoxious amount of spread to his legs, and you wobble a little due to your seated position on your heels. A gasp leaves your lips at how close his face is now, and his hands hold onto the armrests of your chair to make sure it stays that way. “What do I have to do to charm you?”

You blink at him for a few, startled as you take in the serious expression on his face, and his eyes are so captivating you have trouble finding words. You know why he’s asking—because he’s teetering on an edge of desperation that’s evident in the way he can’t seem to tear his gaze away from your lips, like he’s just one slip of self control away from refusing your denial of him and closing this distance between the two of you that you seem so intent on torturing him with.

“I–” you start, and you grab onto his forearm with the excuse of gaining balance, the texture of a vein pulsing felt underneath your palm, “...I don’t know, figure it out.”

It’s a lame response, but you just can’t explain it. One week of him pining after you didn’t feel like enough, not after all the suffering he put you through after he rejected you, and maybe it was a little petty but you just liked seeing him chase after you because it felt like you finally had the power, the control, and that’s exactly why you don’t have an answer for him. But also, in your defense, his attempts to charm you so far have been………….rather unique and odd, and you’re starting to wonder if he’s ever had to “court” a woman before. Actions that have you realizing pretty privilege might really be a thing since he’s gotten this far despite his strange decision making.

Like earlier this week when he showed up to your apartment with flowers, but of course it wasn’t one of those sweet bouquets you’re always eyeing from the check-out line at Trader Joe’s, no–this man had pilfered an arrangement of roses and marigolds and tulips and dandelions from the park downtown near the city library while he was on a morning run and then showed up at your apartment with them in his hand. It annoyed you, because it was six in the morning, so not only did the ring of the doorbell wake you up but you also became annoyed at the early-morning reminder about how you’re not someone like Gojo who wakes up at the crack of dawn to casually go on eight mile runs (your biggest fear is marrying someone that wakes up at 5am on a Sunday to go on hikes and he unfortunately seems the type). But when you fluffed up those flowers in a vase at the kitchen counter a few hours after you shoo’d him away all in the name of getting a few more minutes of shuteye, you noticed the softness of the stems on the roses, and you realized he plucked each of the thorns off one by one before giving them to you.

He also showed up to your door yesterday, with twigs and leaves in his ruffled hair, a tear through his nylon shirt, and a small tuxedo kitten in the palm of his hand. When you asked him where he found the tiny thing, he said he heard something crying in the bushes while he was walking somewhere. And you figured that’s all the sensory input he would’ve needed to walk through ivy and thorns to find it. Something about I don’t know, I thought you’d think it’s cute and you’d wanna keep it, and you took it from him, the tiny thing so adorable and just a little puff ball in your hands, and most definitely covered in fleas. And then you started crying, because you remembered you can’t keep animals in your apartment. And then he started panicking because he didn’t know why you were crying and he tried to comfort you and that only made it worse and you kicked him out of your apartment with the tiny fluff baby too so as not to get attached, and you’re sure he still has absolutely no clue what he did wrong.

That’s how you would describe his efforts, in all honesty. But a part of you knows that he’s trying. You’re not entirely sure why that’s his definition of trying, but you haven’t thought a lot about what dating him would look like. You were so caught up in how you felt about him, and whether he felt the same, but you never thought a step forward after that. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said you could handle staying away from him any longer.

By the way, Gojo kept the kitten. He’s still working on a name but he’s thinking Grand Theft Auto just so he can say ain’t no way got GTA cat before GTA6.

“All you are is pain and suffering,” he says. “You know that, right?” He rolls your chair even closer, to where the momentum has you threatening to fall right into him, so your hand moves from his forearm to his shoulder, and you're starting to get suspicious he’s trapping you in his personal space.

“You’ll learn to manage it,” you say to him, voice hushed, and you see it in his face that your words excite him.

It’s hard to think straight when those eyes are on you, and after a solid minute of just staring at your lips, he moves his gaze up to level with yours to prove some level of restraint. But what he can’t keep himself from doing is placing a hand on your thigh, pressure soft as his fingers press into the fabric of your jeans, and the movement is slow when he slides his palm up to grip your hip but with more intent.

Your hand that was grasping onto his shirt starts inching towards his neck until it settles on the curve where it meets his shoulder, and your fingers lightly brush against the texture of the hair at his nape. His eyes are still on yours, even with the test of your tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

“Let me kiss you,” he says, and it would sound like a demand if he didn’t say it so breathlessly. His other hand also reaches out to grip onto your hips, urging you more towards him. Another shift forward and you’d be sitting in his lap.

“Oh, we’re asking for permission now?” you chastise, thumb pressing into his neck. He sucks a breath in through his teeth, and now his gaze drops to your lips.

“Yeah, ‘cause last time you were pissed about it.”

You almost roll your eyes. “Wow, my audacity,” you comment sarcastically.

“Just give it to me,” he says, face tilting, the perfect amount to kiss you if you just gave him– “the permission.”

Your breathing picks up when he leans forward, your eyes hooded slightly on reflex, and you’re both staring at each other's lips like it was stupid you’re not kissing right now.

The slam of the door startles you, and being one inch away from him turns into a foot of distance as your head turns to face the entrance of the room. Gojo’s still gripping onto your hips, keeping your chair close to him, and you’re shifting your body weight on your heels as you try to pull off his hold of you until he finally relents and releases.

There’s a student standing at the door, posture slumped as he holds a binder to his chest, and you can tell he’s probably a first or second year with the way he’s wide-eyed and just staring. When he realizes you’re waiting for him to speak, he jumps a little. “Oh! Uh, is this…where the Film Club showcase is happening?”

You straighten your posture, in a way that means business, and struggle a little to untuck your legs from your seated position on your chair to then stand up onto your feet with a bristling sensation of nerves in them when you realize they had fallen asleep. “Yes! Yes, it is. B202, you’ve got the right place,” you say and manage an awkward smile.

The student’s gaze shifts to Gojo, who you see in your peripheral vision is leaning back in his chair, knee swinging side to side and arms crossed at his chest. You want to tell him to sit up straight and not look so nonchalant in the presence of a stranger, but there are some things about a person you can’t really change.

You see the moment in the student’s eyes when he recognizes Gojo, and those wide eyes somehow become even wider. “Woah,” is all he says with a few blinks.

“Um,” you say, taking a step forward, “I’m sorry, what’s your name?” You feel eyes on your back as Gojo watches the interaction.

“Haru!” he says, “I think I messaged the club’s Instagram page last week…not sure if you’re the person I talked to.”

“Oh, yes, I remember,” you say and introduce yourself to him again. “Thank you for coming, but the event actually doesn’t start for a while…”

“Oh, my bad,” he says, “I’ll…” his gaze flickers to behind you, “...come back soon then.”

You purse your lips together and politely nod before he exits the room and you let out the breath you were holding, face wincing a little from the awkward interaction.

You turn on your heel to head back to the table, and you see Gojo still slumped in his chair looking at you with curiosity.

“Okay, seriously, please stop distracting me,” you say as you take a seat on your chair again and pick up your paint brush, “I need to finish this now, because I won’t have time before the event tonight.”

“Why won’t you have time before?” he asks, tapping on his phone screen to check the time. “It’s at six, right?”

“Yes, but I have to finish this poster, and then rehearse my presentation. And then I have to get the supplies from my professor’s room, and also need to go get the pizza and refreshments, and–”

“And why are you doing all this by yourself?” he asks, setting his elbow on the desk and leaning his cheek against the knuckles of his curled hand. He pulls the hood of his hoodie over his head.

You sigh. “The other board members were busy this week. With midterms and stuff. I mean, I’m busy too, but this is a really important event.” You sneak a glance at him, and his earnest attention is suddenly making you feel nervous. “It’s the freshman & sophomore students’ chances to show off their works in a large capacity, and talk to some people about their photos, even book some shoots if there’s a decent turnout.” He nods at you thoughtfully. “Anyways,” you say, directing our attention back to your poster, “I didn’t want to cancel it, so I just figured I’d take on the job. But I wasn’t expecting any distractions.” You regard him with an annoyed flick of your eyes in his direction.

He hums softly, and you use his silence to get lost in your thoughts for a moment. You still need to rehearse the presentation slides, and it could be the exhaustion you’ve faced in the past week that causes you to shake a little from the anticipation of speaking in front of people, but you realize that you’re nervous. Nervous to publicly speak. Nobara usually does these sorts of things as the president, you’ve always opted out to do more of the behind-the-scenes as vice, but there’s this feeling you’ve got that makes you realize if this event doesn’t go smoothly, there’s no one to blame but you.

You glance over at Gojo for a second, who has been watching you this whole time, and he raises an eyebrow in question. You blink, and shake your head slightly, as if to say oh, nothing and then your eyes slowly travel back to the brush in your hand.

“Are you nervous?” he asks you.

Your eyes widen slightly. “Huh?” you squeak out before looking at him.

He uses a jerk of his chin to point to your hand. “You’re shaking.”

You look down at your hand, and notice it is indeed trembling slightly, and you're about to hold your wrist with your other hand to keep yourself from shaking, but his hand beats you to it when it falls over your own. You look down at the sight, and then slightly tilt your palm upwards so you can loosely hold onto his. He squeezes it once and you look at him.

“You’ll be fine,” he says.

It all feels a little silly. I mean, you can imagine the last thing in the world he could empathize with is stage fright. He plays in front of thousands of people in stands every week, of whom you’d say half of which are showing up for him exclusively, and even if the team’s down during the half or stakes are insanely high, or if the chants are so loud most people could hardly even hear themselves think, he always pulls through in the end. Something as simple as presenting in front of a handful of students in a media room wouldn’t have his hand trembling the way yours is right now, because there probably isn’t a fearful bone in his body.

“Do you ever get nervous?” you ask him. It comes out faster than you could think, but curiosity is killing you.

His eyes study your face, brows dropping a little.

“I mean, on the field,” you clarify, “when you’re playing.”

He relaxes a little bit. “Oh, no, not really. I mean, sorta, but it’s not really a feeling I can afford to give much thought to when I’m out there, so I guess not?”

“Mm…” you hum, accepting his answer, and his fingers curl over your hand to hold it a little tighter. “I see. I wonder what that’s like.”

“What what is like?” he asks.

“Not getting nervous.”

“I get nervous sometimes. Just not really on the field.”

“When do you get nervous?” you ask him.

“Usually when I’m with you.”

Your eyes study his intently and your cheeks feel warm.

“Are you just messing with me?” you ask, with a half scoff, to prepare yourself to play it off as a joke.

“No, I’m not,” he states, “I get nervous around you. Cause I’m always scared I’m gonna fuck shit up somehow.”

“Oh,” you say, shoulders slumping a little, “I thought it was a different kind of nervous.” Like a love sick, can’t breathe around the person, heart about to give out kind of soul crushing adoration-filled nervousness.

He looks at you puzzled. “What other kind of nervous is there?” he asks.

You sigh. “Nevermind.” You pull your hand out from under his, and he flexes his fingers a little, like he’s getting used to the absence of your hand underneath his, before he withdraws it back to his side.

Your hand is still shaking.

“Hey,” he says, leaning in a bit closer to make sure you hear what he has to say, “I saw you slap the shit out of a guy at a bar for disrespecting you and then telling that other fuckface to go take it up the ass. Which is probably the most badass thing I think I’ve ever seen anyone do, so I know you’ve got no reason to be nervous right now.”

You take in a deep breath for confidence and nod.

“Okay,” you whisper.

He leaves you alone for the most part after that while you work on your slides, except for his occasional loud shouts when he messes up some mission in the combat game he’s playing on his phone. And you remember he’s someone who’s supposed to be extremely busy, and probably has shit to do right now, but he’s essentially killing all day here with you.

“What are you doing?” he asks when he peers over at your laptop screen once you come back from a bathroom break.

“Oh.” You stretch your fingers out and close them into fists over your keyboard before going back to one of your open tabs. “I need to submit my grad school application.”

Gojo places his elbows on the table and leans his weight onto them, watching your laptop screen from beside you as you navigate UTokyo’s grad school application portal. You can already tell he’s dissociating.

“It’s done?” he asks as you click through the webpage.

“Yes. It’s done. Officially. I just need to–,” you take a deep breath in, “I just need to press…submit.”

Your cursor hovers over the blue button, in the same way your finger is hovering over your mousepad, and you’re stuck frozen.

Gojo leans in closer to your space to where you can smell the soft fragrance of his detergent, “then press submit.”

“I…I will.” You blink at the screen.

But you’re the queen of stalling, in all aspects of life.

He takes his elbow off the table and reaches his arm over to your laptop before pressing down firmly on the right-click cursor button, and you watch in a panic as the loading circle appear on the screen as he calmly retreats his arm, and then you see Congratulations on submitting your UTokyo Graduate School Early Admissions Application for the 2024-25 School Year!

“What–” you look at him with shock.

“You were taking too long,” he says with a shrug.

You slump into your seat with a small pout and watch your phone light up with a confirmation email as well.

“So how should we celebrate when you get in?” he asks.

“We? And when as in if.”

“Yes, we. And when. Now answer.”

You sigh. “I dunno…”

“Is there something that you really want?” he asks, nudging your arm with his elbow before he lays his cheek down on his forearm on the table so he can see your face better. And he looks so cute and boyfriend-ish with the way his hair sprawls over the sleeve of his hoodie and his cheek is plush from where he’s resting it.

You lean all the way back in your chair. “Mm…to end world hunger. Cure cancer. Bring peace and prosperity to all my friends and family.”

“Yes ok, very kind of you,” he responds, voice scratchy like he’s tired but his leg is bouncing impatiently underneath the table, “I meant something you can buy.”

“Like happiness?”

“Just be serious for a second.”

You laugh. “Hmm…I mean, it’s not really a tangible thing…but I’ve always wanted to take a roadtrip to Mt. Fuji,” you offer.

He lifts his head up off his arm with interest. “Ok, then, when you get in, I’ll take you on a trip to Mt. Fuji. All expenses paid.”

“You sound like one of those travel advisors at the mall that scam families for debit card deposits,” you snort, “also, why do I feel like it’d just be an excuse for you to annoy me in forced proximity over the span of five to seven days.”

He drops his head to rest it on his arm again with a small grumble leaving him. “You’re so cynical sometimes.”

Just a bit jaded since last week, is what you think to say. But you’re not in the mood to explain the existential dread within you since Kai’s whole posse of ultra lame losers stirred the unnerving pot of career stress within you, but maybe you just need a bit of time to come down from it.

“Ok fine. If it’s all paid for, then I guess I shall accept the offer. Er, the prospect of the impending offer.

There’s a grin on his face, kinda drowsy and sick with some sort of glee, and he uncrosses one of his arms from the surface of the table to hold his hand out to you, pinky sticking up in the air.

“Alright then, it’s a promise,” he says.

You blink at him, eyeing his pinky, but he just wiggles it in the air like get on with it. You sigh, curling yours around his firmly, and your signature addition is the press of your thumb to his in security of sealing the deal, which you realize by the slight furrow to his brow that he’s never seen it before. You shrug.

“Pinky promises are never to be broken,” he says, kinda cheekily like he knows it sounds silly, and for a second there’s a glimpse of juvenile innocence on his face. His words sound like something a parent would echo to a child, like words from his own. Your pinkies are still coiled. “You’ve gotta say it too.”

“P-Pinky promises are never to be broken,” you repeat after him.

“Sweet.” He pulls his hand from your and then he turns his face so his forehead is resting on his arm now instead of his cheek, breathing slowly as he’s silent for a minute.

“Are you–...are you sleeping?” you ask.

“Yes.” He muffles into his crossed arms.

“Tired?”

He sighs heavily. “Very.”

“Um…I need your help with some things, though.”

“...okay.”

—

“Who are we going to see again?” Gojo asks, using a shake of his head to get some of his fringe out of his eyes hands-free as his fingers spread in his hold of the box underneath them, and it’s hard not to admire the way his hands look. Large shades of pale pink where they were slightly strained, like at his knuckles and joints, and those cool toned veins that valley from the grip that he has. There’s something way more attractive about his hands when he puts them to earnest use.

You two are walking down the hallway on the third floor of the building. “Our faculty adviser for our club,” you say, reaching into your pocket to make sure you still had your keys with you, “oh, he’s also the professor I asked for my reference.”

“Ohhh, interesting,” Gojo comments. “You said he’s a fan of soccer right?”

You’re taken back to that first night you met Gojo at that frat party, and you mentioned your professor to him. Feels like forever ago. But at the same time, like yesterday.

“Yes, UTokyo’s team in particular,” you comment, “honestly I think he might faint when he sees you.”

“I wish you would faint when you see me,” he sighs.

You roll your eyes and then finally arrive at your professor’s office. It’s slightly ajar, as it usually is, and you take a small peek inside to see that he’s sitting at his desk, window open and illuminating the room with golden rays of the setting sun, and you’re made aware of the fact that night is coming soon.

“Hi, Professor,” you say after knocking once, and the man jumps in his seat when you pull the door open to step inside. You always forget he’s easily startled, and make another mental note to not scare him anymore because if he gets a heart attack and dies from shock, you wouldn’t be able to afford the lawsuit.

“Hello, hello, y/n,” he greets, sitting up in his chair by grabbing onto the arm rests for leverage, and you can feel the edge of the box push against your back as Gojo makes his way into the room too.

As predicted, your professor nearly faints and dies from shock when he clocks the sight of Gojo, and you briefly wonder if Gojo would be able to afford the lawsuit, and then your professor is running up to him and shaking his hand with a vigor that has the younger man wincing a little in discomfort, but by the short amount of time you’ve finished looking through the storage room for projector cables & supplies, then re-emerge to your professor’s office with filled up boxes in your hands, Gojo’s typing his number into your professor’s phone and apparently he’s going salsa dancing with him and his wife this weekend?

“You should come too,” Gojo says, adjusting his grip on the boxes he took from you as you two meander down the hallway back to the media room.

You dust your hands off. “To what? Salsa dancing?”

“Yeah, apparently there’s gonna be spiked brazilian lemonade,” he coos, like he’s pitching a pyramid scheme to you.

You sigh. “How often do people just randomly invite you to things?”

He glances up at the ceiling like he really needs to think about it. “I dunno. I just accept, don’t always go.”

“So you’re, like, a selective people pleaser,” you note. “Save face in the moment but then run away from the commitment.”

“Relax. I was having a good evening.”

You two make it back to the media room with no more unsolicited psychoanalysis, and you’re scrambling around to get things in order for the event while Gojo tries his best to be helpful wherever he can, but he mostly just looks like a lost puppy.

“Okay so I ordered four pizzas,” you say, holding up four fingers in the air, “and then you also need to get, like, maybe two family size bottles of Coke from the store?” Now two fingers. “A pack of napkins would be nice too since apparently we ran out.” You look through the box you got from your professor’s storage room. “And…I think that’s it. Keep the receipts so I can reimburse you.”

Gojo nods at you after every command, eyes wide and brows furrowed in concentration like he’s really trying to picture the list of tasks in his head so he doesn’t forget any of them, and you feel a bit bad for ordering him around to do all of this for you but he was here anyway so you might as well put him to use.

“And then can you also get some stuff from the trunk of my–er, Mina’s car. I parked it by the Literature building in Lot 16.” You pull the car keys out from your tote bag and hand it to him. He stands there like a statue before his fingers curl around the cold metal keys. “Please be back here a half hour before six!!”

“So I guess I’m a member of the club now?” he muses, throwing the keys up into the air a few feet to then catch them.

“Mm, no, you need to fill out a form to be an official member,” you say as you make your way to the podium and open the drawer to pull out one of the microphones.

“Send me the form then,” he says.

“It’s on our Instagram.” You tap the head of the microphone and are satisfied when you hear thumping across the room’s speakers. “LinkTree in bio!!” you chirp in club advertisement reflex.

He pulls his phone out from his pocket and half leans back/half sits on one of the tables and taps away at his screen. You’re standing at the podium computer scrolling through your logged-in Spotify account to figure out which ambient playlist to have playing for the event.

“Alright,’ he says before slipping his phone back into his pocket, “I just filled out the form.”

Your phone chimes with an email notification right after he says it. “Yay! Congrats! Welcome to UTokyo’s Film Club!” you exclaim, again, in practiced club advertisement reflex.

He smiles at you and crosses his arms. “Are there any cool perks?” he asks.

“Uhh, a chance to enter into a Kodak film roll raffle every semester?” you say, knowing it’s useless because you two are graduating in less than two months so this was your last semester anyway and the raffle had already passed. Oh, also useless because Gojo isn’t a film photographer. Your phone chimes with another email notification. You glance at it. “Oh! Someone else RSVP’d for the event tonight. Yayyy.”

“Sorry, I think that was me,” he says, “I filled out the wrong form at first.”

“Oh,” your shoulders drop in a sulk slightly, done before conscious thought can stop the motion, so now Gojo’s caught onto the fact that you’re upset about something.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, and he walks over to where you’re standing at the podium.

“I’m just a little…bummed out about the turnout,” you confess as you glance at the RSVP form for the event on your phone, “eighteen people signed up, but that includes the eight students that are showcasing their photography. Oh, and now it also includes you. So…that means only nine real sign-ups, and I guess it’s a little less than what I thought it would be.”

“Aww,” he coos, and he places his elbows up onto the wood of the podium, holding his face up to look at you. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” you say, and you blush for some reason.

He’s smiling at you now, boyish and lost in thought that probably has nothing to do with the conversation at hand.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, “I just think you’re really cool.”

“Okayyy,” you diffuse the compliment, “are you going to stay for the event?”

“Will you let me?” he asks.

“Maybe,” you say, “if you don’t do anything strange during it.”

“And if I do?” he asks.

“So you are going to do something strange?”

“Nope.”

“Well, now you seem suspicious.”

He laughs. “I was just joking.”

“When you bring the pizzas back, just leave them outside the door. I’ll take it from there,” you say.

“You’re not even gonna let me inside?” he scoffs.

“No.”

“And if I come inside anyway?”

“I’ll place a bucket of water at the top of the door,” you say, “so it’ll fall on you, except it’ll give you a concussion instead of a soak.”

He snorts. “Yeah? How are you even gonna reach the top of the door?”

“I–...shut up.”

“I can help you,” he grins, leaning forward on the podium, “reach the top of the door.”

“You’re going to help me terrorize you?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

He shrugs. “Anything if it means I get to touch your butt.”

“Wha–!! Why would that entail you touching my butt?!”

He looks confused by your confusion. “Hmm…maybe…maybe we should act out what you think this scenario would entail…and then we can act out what I think this scenario would entail, perhaps multiple times, and then–”

“Just go get the things I asked, please,” you say with a sigh.

He laughs, it’s sweet but loud, and you blush when you realize he’s just messing with you for his own amusement.

“Stop teasing me,” you pout at him.

“I seriously can’t help it,” he tells you, and he leans himself off the podium to stand up straight before shoving the car keys you gave him into his pocket, “the way you react is always so cute.”

You feel like you could melt.

“Alright, I’ll be back,” he says, and you watch him as he heads out the door. And the room feels empty without him.

Luckily there are things you can distract yourself with in his absence. Well, technically he was the distraction, but sometimes it felt like everything else was the distraction keeping you from him.

There’s still about an hour left before the film club students come in to set up the exhibits, and you set up everything else you need to set up around the room, like moving the tables around so that the walk flow is like that of a museum’s, you set the club posters you painted up on the wall, pull a plastic table cover over what will be the food and refreshments section when Gojo eventually brings them. And you spend the last ten minutes rehearsing your slides.

It occurs to you that this is the last time you’ll be doing any of this, possibly for the rest of your life. Film Club still has a few events left for the year, but they’re mostly just tabling events and then the end-of-year banquet at the Cheesecake Factory. And so as you click through slides at the podium, your eyes drift from the screen off into the still empty room. And that feeling of something coming to an end washes over you. But you’re not really sure how to feel about it just yet.

Your thoughts drown out the gradually growing bustling noise outside in the hall, and you only become aware of it about a couple minutes later, when the noises increase into loud shouts and cheers. Was there some event next door that you didn’t know about at the same time as the Film Club event? You didn’t know of any, but right before you can check the university’s social media, the door burst opens and Gojo’s standing there with a stack of four pizzas balancing on one palm, with the pinky hooking a plastic bag seemingly carrying a couple bottles of soda, and in his right hand is—…beer?

“Hey,” Gojo says, a gleeful look on his face. The noises outside are heard clearly with the door he’s keeping open with his foot, and then they disappear back into muffles once again when he closes the door. “Where do you want this stuff?”

You storm up to him. “W-Why did you buy beer?” you ask him.

“Huh?” he glances down at the couple of cases of beer in his left hand. “I mean, pizza and beer, you can’t go wrong with that.”

“What??”

He blinks at you. “I-Is it BYOB or something??”

“Satoru. This isn’t a frat party!! This is a Film Club event!!”

“There’s no alcohol at your events?” he asks, setting the pizzas down on the food and refreshments table you had set up earlier. “I assumed you had just forgotten to ask me to get some from the store when you were listing off tasks earlier.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “No. There is no alcohol at our events,” you sigh. But he’s ripping the tops of the cases anyway. “Do you know why it’s so loud outside?” You move towards the door and try to peer through the frosty glass.

“They’re here for the event,” he says. You swirl on your heel to face him, but all you see is the expanse of his back as he rips a pack of napkins open.

“T-This event?” you squeak out.

He looks over his shoulder at you. “Yeah. You said something about the turnout being small, so I posted it to my Instagram story.”

Your mouth drops open.

He stiffens. “I mean, that’s what one of the…” his voice slowly trails off, “…roles & responsibilities was…for the Film Club membership form…to be a member…”

You continue to stare at him.

“…help publicize for club events,” he clarifies.

You quickly turn to face the door again and push it open with force, almost hitting someone straight in the face, and after you apologize for your carelessness, you take in the huge line of people flush against the wall, all chatting with friends in small groups that trail all the way back to the entrance of the building. Most of them are people you’ve recognized at SAE parties and social media posts, and you quickly close the door because now your heart is beating so fast in your chest from the nerves that you can hardly handle it.

You turn to face Gojo again and walk up to him while he’s still busy fixing up the table with more finesse than you'd have expected from him. “Satoru!! I don’t have enough pizza to feed all these people!! There isn’t even enough space in this room for all of them!!” You’re panicking a little.

He tilts his head at you. “Just—…have them walk inside in a single file and round out of the room in a circle.” He gesticulates the plan with his finger in the air. “Easy.”

Right. Like the professional-grade sports conference signings he’s been a part of. “I’m just one person. I have no idea how I’m gonna deal with a group that large.”

“Relax,” he assures you, and he takes a step towards you to hold both your hands in his, “it’s going to be fine! You’ve done these events before, it’s no different than those times. Plus you’re not just one person! I’ll be here with you, too.”

His overwhelming positivity and ease and nonchalance is starting to contrast way too heavily with your anxiety and uncertainty and cynicism, and it has you pulling your hands from his because your palms are starting to get sweaty.

The door creaks open slightly ajar, and you both turn to face it. Haru, the film student from earlier, takes a step into the room.

“Hi!! This is—…this is where the event is supposed to be, right?” he asks sheepishly with skepticism, likely because he can’t believe the line outside.

“Yes!” you confirm, and you glance at the projector screen for the time, “take a seat, I’ll be going over logistics soon.”

Following him suit are a few other film students that trickle in and take seats at the tables, and you do a mental roll call and notice that only a couple are missing. But you’ve only got five minutes until the hour starts for the event, so you shut the door airtight for a peaceful ambience and rush to the front of the room at the podium.

“Hi,” you say into the mic, “thanks so much to you all for coming here!! In a few minutes, I’ll be opening the door for people to come by and check out your photo exhibits. I ask that if you do get commissions booked for your work, you write it down on the sheets provided so we can assess the helpfulness of these events in helping students secure freelance work!” You’re practically reading off a script as a coping mechanism, because your hand is shaking in anticipation. You look down at it underneath the hood of the podium, and in a second, it’s being covered by a familiar hand.

Gojo’s standing next to you at the podium now, holding your hand but discreet from view, and it gives you enough ease to finish your presentation smoothly, mostly because it goes by in a blur with the distraction of his comforting hand squeezes, and you can finally release the deep breath you were holding in.

“Awesome,” Gojo says right when you dismiss the students to start setting up their photo exhibits at their tables, “you finished the presentation. It wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“You almost sound patronizing,” you sigh, but you turn your palm up so he can hold your hand anyway.

By the time you open the door for the event, your anxiety has settled, and all you feel is awe as you watch people make their way into the room. Albeit most of them just go straight for the beer and pizza at first (which you’re pretty sure is illegal to serve on campus, but whatever), and you had to make the last minute decision to change your spotify playlist on the speakers from Studio Ghibli classics to early 2000s club music just to keep them engaged, but as the event proceeds, they all start to travel down the exhibit tables and glance at students photos sprawled across tables and swiping through slideshows on their laptops, and there’s genuine conversation and interest.

Turns out frats & sororities were the target audience for professional photography all along? Considering how anal they are about their social media aesthetics and what-not. Something you’d never even really considered until today, and somehow your world has become a little bit bigger than what it was before.

As you walk around the room just to eavesdrop on some conversations and make sure things are going okay, you steal glances at the freelance commision sign up papers that the film students are keeping track of, and you see occasions written down like birthday photoshoot and grad photos and aunt’s baby shower scribbled under the event columns and you start to feel emotional. The little freshmen & sophomore film students look so ecstatic with the amount of work they’re booking in one evening, and for once you feel like a proud mom.

This is singlehandedly the biggest turnout you’ve ever seen for any event you’ve ever hosted, and for someone that has a hard time asking for help most of the times, you finally see what you’ve been missing out on when you do let someone see you for who you are and they just know what’s important to you.

When you think of it, he’s always known what’s important to you. And he’s always cared.

You’re blinking fast to fight the sheen of tears when you look at Gojo from across the room, who’s chatting it up with some people he knows and then ushering them into the showcase line, because you realize he’s made you feel really proud of yourself today, which is something you’ve really struggled with in the past week.

It’s been four years since you joined this club, with hours of hard work invested into events that weren’t going to get the front page of the newsletter like the Friday soccer games would, or get circulated around on social media like the sorority formals would, but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t any less important. And it’s ironic that someone like Gojo who fits into that world of prestige and popularity and success is the one to show you that.

“Hey.” You jump when you hear Gojo’s voice near you and realize you had been too lost in thought to notice that he was approaching you. He’s pointing over his shoulder towards the door. “Some guy came by and said we’ve only got five minutes left for the room?”

You turn away from him slightly, and the sniffle of your nose is quiet enough in the loud echoes of the room. “Oh, yes, um, we only had it booked for an hour. I didn’t think we’d need more than that.”

“Oh okay,” he says, “I’ll tell everyone to get lost then.”

“But not before telling them to follow us on Instagram!!” you chirp at him in practiced club advertisement reflex, “the QR code is posted on the door.”

He nods slowly. “Sure thing, boss.” He turns to head back to the line of people still leading out of the door, but his eyes linger on your face and he turns back to you. The step he takes towards you makes you nervous, because you don’t want him to see you were on the verge of tears. You’re good at hiding these sorts of things.

“Are you okay?” he asks, tilting his head down to look at you straight in the face because it’s obvious you’re not making eye contact.

You take in a deep breath and finally level your gaze with his when you’re certain your eyes are dry. “Yes, fine. Thank you.” And you smile at him. And he takes your word for it.

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It’s pitch black outside as you walk with Gojo across campus towards the parking lot. He’s carrying all the supplies you have to take home in boxes piled high in his arms, while you just pull an empty mini wagon along because there’s way too many stairs as obstacles for any mode of transport by wheel.

There are a few moments where your shoulder accidentally brushes against his arm, and it’s mostly because you can’t walk in a straight line for the life of you, but you like it because it just feels nice to be in his space somehow. Like those little moments when your knee bumps someone else’s under the table, or your hands touch when handing something to someone, always noticed but never addressed because it just felt natural.

On the way to the faculty parking lot, where the blacktop is barely lit by the baseball stadium lights off in the distance, the exhaustion of the day catches up to you. Gojo’s hand reaches inside his pocket and he pulls out Mina’s car keys before pressing down on a button to open the trunk.

“Gosh, I forgot you had those keys,” you sigh as you fold the wagon and slide it into the back. “I would’ve freaked out if I noticed I didn’t have them.”

“Yeahhh I considered pretending that I lost them just to fuck with you, but I got lazy,” he says with a shrug and a yawn then sets down the boxes in the trunk with a slight grunt that leaves him, then he’s dusting his hands off.

You do a quick look-through of the supplies to make sure you didn’t forget anything in the room, and then pull your phone out to text Nobara that everything went well today. Well, great. Fantastic. Honestly, she’ll be shocked by the turnout when she sees the Instagram photos you’ll be posting to the club’s socials.

Gojo pulls down on the top of the trunk and shuts it closed, then he turns to face you. “Alright, so…”

“So…” you repeat after him, and you’re not sure why the air feels a little awkward, but you twiddle with your fingers because you don’t have the desire to step into the car and head home just yet.

Gojo nods slowly, looking around himself at the ground. “I guess that’s everything.”

“Mhm.”

He scratches the back of his head, and you realize he’s not making any moves to walk away either.

“Um,” you say, “Satoru–”

“Yeah?” he responds, fast, the second you say his name.

You take a step closer to him, and lean your hip against the car. “Thank you,” you say, holding onto your elbow and rubbing soothing circles over your own arm, “for what you did tonight.”

He tilts his head at you in confusion, but then his face relaxes. “Oh, no worries,” he says with a smile, and his voice sounds a little tired from the day too, “I’m pretty sure you would’ve killed yourself if you tried to carry those boxes down the stairs.”

“What?...no, no, not for the boxes,” you say with a shake of your head, and then you remember you need to be offended by what he just said, “what the hell, that’s not true. I have more than sufficient upper body strength.”

He tucks his bottom lip under his teeth, like to stifle a laugh. “Uh-huh.”

You sigh and briefly pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance and then shake the feeling off with a shake of your head. “I meant…for what you did by publicizing the event.” And for being there for you, when you were feeling alone and nervous about the whole thing, like he could tell you just really needed someone to be with you. But you bite your tongue before you can say that part too.

His brow furrows for a moment, and you realize he’s confused about the appreciation.

“It’s just, I know what it was like when I was a freshman and sophomore, feeling like my work wasn’t really reaching anyone,” you say to him, the vulnerability on your sleeve as you speak, “so it was a really nice thing for you to do for those underclassmen today. I saw the looks on their faces, and they looked really happy. And–...I’m sure it made their day.” You glance off to the side for a moment because you feel a little shy, and then you look back at him. “It made mine too.”

He takes a step towards you, and he’s close now, to where the tips of his shoes almost touch yours. His eyes are calm, darker with minimal light to reflect off of but there are still stars in them as always. “I’m glad I could help. Uh, well, I’m a member of the club now, so, if you need any other help, then. You know where to find me.”

You laugh. “I doubt there’s much I could give you to do at this point in the year, but alright. If anything comes up, I’ll assign it to you.”

You both look up at each other with small smiles. Your thumbs still swiped over the skin of your arm, and he shoves his hands in his pockets to look at his feet, rocking back and forth on his heels slightly. You click your tongue and look up at the sky, and he tilts his head to the side a few times to stretch it out. Were you two just so brain-fried by the day that you can’t even think of a single thing to say to one another? But if that was the case, then why not just call it a day and go home?

There’s a person on a bicycle that passes by, jingling his bell in the process and that breaks the two of you out of this weird trance, and then he’s clearing his throat and you’re shifting on your feet.

“Oh, by the way—” “Um, I just wanted to—” you both say at the same time.

You blink at each other.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “go ahead.”

“No, no, you go ahead,” you say.

“It’s fine,” he gestures to you. “You first.”

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“Well—,” he starts, “I’ll say what I want to say after you say what you want to say…so…no worries. Go ahead.”

“Right,” you nod in agreement, and scratch your arm a little. “I just wanted to say I’m still…sorry about what I said to you last week outside that bar,” you confess, “about…having it easy in life.” You squeeze your upper arm in anxious tendency. “ImeanIknowIalreadyapologizedforit,” you say, fast, with surprisingly no tongue twist, “but…still. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t open up to me about stuff because of what I said and because of…I guess, the…mean impression I claimed to have of you. I just don’t think I was in a great headspace, and…well.” You look up at him and his expression is soft. “I’ve really appreciated being able to talk to you about lots of things. Um. So, yeah, I just wanted to say again that I’m really sorry about it.” You take in and release a deep breath once you’re done with your ramble.

He’s quiet for a moment as he lets your words sink in, and he briefly glances down at his shoes, shoulders raising slightly to roll them back and then he relaxes them when he looks at you again.

“It’s okay,” he says, and he leans against the car now too. “I know you said that I was contributing to making you feel that way, so I owe you an apology for that too.”

You blink up at him.

“Plus, you were dealing with a bunch of pricks,” he says, “and stressed about your future.”

“Mm,” you acknowledge.

“We’re seniors,” he randomly mentions, “I think we’re all just…trying to figure ourselves out? So, I get it. And I don’t want you to feel bad about it.”

You feel a tickle in your throat, and the distracting pain of your nails digging into the palms of your hands is enough to direct your brain away from getting emotional right now. “That’s true. Figuring ourselves out. Mm.”

He gives you a small smile, and then he sighs when he remembers something. “Yeah, a friend of mine just broke up with his girlfriend of six years because he didn’t get into law school, so, stress is a crazy thing.”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry for him–and, them.”

“Yeahhh he bought a ring and everything,” Gojo says, rubbing the back of his neck and wincing a little in empathetic discomfort.

“Oh my gosh.”

“Well, anyway,” he laughs a little, in some sort of fear that he’s just made things awkward, “you don’t have to worry about what you said. I–” he pauses, “I’m hard to get rid of when I want to be around. Ask Suguru, he’s tried to get rid of me on multiple occasions.”

You laugh, and he doesn’t follow up with any more jokes or explanations, like he just wants to hear your laugh in its purity. And you nod, taking in his words for a bit, letting them rerun in your head, because they leave a warmth in you.

“Have you given any thought to what you want to do after graduation?” you ask, and you’re humbled by the fact that you never even thought to ask him that before. Hell, you even asked the stranger you sat next to in stats today that question before you ever asked him.

“Yeah,” he nods, “I think I’m gonna play for the national league.”

“Oh! That’s awesome,” you chirp, “I have no doubt you’ll get it. I’ve seen those recruiters constantly coming up to you during games.” You lightly poke his arm in flattery. “Although you always look super annoyed when they do.”

He laughs. “Yeah, they have no concept of time or place.”

“But anyway,” you say, “that’s really cool. I know your dreams are going to come true, and you’ll be great at it too.”

He nods, and you notice your words seem a little lost on him, like he's distracted by something else, but he covers it up with a well-meaning smile of pursed lips and then another silence settles between you two.

“Oh, what were you gonna,” you start, pointing your finger at him, “what were you gonna say?”

“Oh, right, phew, thanks,” he exhales in relief at the reminder, “well, I guess it’s more of a…question,” he’s sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, “but we–the frat–is hosting this barbeque thing on Thursday before our game on Friday…and, I was wondering if you’d want to come.” His words hang in the air for a moment as he’s preemptively studying your expression for any clue of an answer, and you realize he’s nervous. When you keep your features neutral, he feels the need to keep speaking. “I mean I—...I’d have to send you the invite, ‘cause it’s kind of an exclusive thing…it’s also in the afternoon since it’s too late in season for us to be throwing parties the night before a game, but, uh, if you’re free,” he pauses to take a breath, “I’d really love it if you came.”

You just stare at him.

He holds his hands up in a slight panic, shoulders tense. “Not a—…it’s not a date though. Don’t worry.”

“Ahh…” you nod, feigning relief but in all honesty you forgot about how many times you’ve turned down his pleas for a date this week and you think it’s sort of cute but also sad that he felt the need to clarify. “Yeah, um, I’ll let you know.”

He smiles, it’s genuine and real and something you’ll never get tired of. “Alright, cool.”

And here you two are standing again in silence, just looking at one another. If you were on the outside, looking in, you’d think that the two of you had just met. Like a fresh start.

Your breathing slows as you gaze up at him, because the way his brow furrows ever so slightly as he looks at you is so handsome and sweet and it makes you remember how when you first met him, you wondered if you’d ever feel relaxed in his presence from how gorgeous he is. Back then, you never would’ve imagined that you would make him nervous someday.

His gaze slowly travels down to your lips, and you feel your eyes soften to where everything else around you is a blur. You want to kiss him. Maybe as a thanks, or a reward, something sweet to show him how much today meant to you. You tilt your head, looking up with doe eyes and flutters of your eyelashes, in the most obvious way a girl could silently tell a guy she wants him to kiss her. He’d have to be the most immensely dense person on the planet to not—

“You really should think about the salsa dancing,” he says, breaking any and all energy between the two of you, “I think it’d be fun.”

You blink at him for a solid ten seconds, and then sigh with a slight slump to your shoulders, because you realize he’s probably never had to guess if a girl wants him to kiss her or not. And he’s still as dense as the person he was when you first fell for him. But there’s something endearing about it, too. Simple. Simple was what you needed. “Mhm.”

After another brief moment of silence, you tuck your hair behind your ears.

“I should get going,” you say, through an awkward half laugh, “I have an essay due at 8AM tomorrow, so...I need to go home and procrastinate.” That earns a short snort from him, and you lean yourself off of the car to head towards the driver’s side. Gojo’s on your tail and then suddenly a step ahead of you as he gets the door for you and you sit inside then fiddle with the rearview mirror just to give your hands something to do because you feel his eyes on you and it’s all-consuming as ever.

“Hey,” he says, resting his elbow on top of the car door as he peers down at you, “text me when you get home.”

You look up at him while you push the keys into ignition. “I will. Good night.”

“Night,” he says with a soft smile on his face, and he hesitates for a moment before he closes the door. Like something someone would do when they don’t want a moment to end.

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a/n. thanks so much for reading!! this was such a domestic little chapter to write haha i think it’s the most mellow of the three scenes i wrote for the original longer version of ch10 but sdkfhsdkf i still really enjoyed writing it.

anywhoooooooo the next chapter will be the frat bbq :0 i’m very excited for that one, i think it’s my favorite of the three installments aaa there’s a scene i wrote for it that is one of the highlights in the series for me so far. not because it’s angsty or dramatic or anything, it’s just really silly and cute and horny and is kinda young love vibes and i’m living for that recently because gege has ripped my heart out already i cannot handle angst rn xD hope that’s ok

again thanks so much for reading. i think some of you may know it was really hard for me to push through w writing bc of lots of reasons and stuff that was happening on my account, but all the lovely support n messages really motivated me to not give up on the chapter and i really appreciate that a lot!!

also i had fun dedicating the last chapter to someone, so i kinda wanted to do that again!! i have a lovely n sweet 🫶🏼 anon whose birthday was i think the week after i was supposed to initially post ch10, but unfortunately i didn’t get around to posting it in time even though i said it would be my early bday gift to them BAHAHAH so i wanted to dedicate this chapter to my darling 🫶🏼 anon <33 happy belated birthday my love!!

aaa i’ll hopefully see you in the next one!! :’’) love u all sm <3

- ellie 💕

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additional notes: please do not ask me for updates (read rules); also, i have decided to officially close the taglist! i’m so sorry, but it’s getting a little too much for me to keep track of :’’) and apparently i have to manually input the tags as well as make separate posts to include everyone because of the tag limit, and it’s too stressful for me lol. i will continue to tag the people who i have been tagging so far (if you were tagged in this chapter or in my separate extended taglist post, i will continue to tag you in future chapters), but if you were not able to make the taglist, i do post on ao3 at the same time as tumblr, and ao3 has a subscription feature where you can get emails for updates! i think that would be helpful for anyone wanting to keep up w the story. sorry!!

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[moibakadesu]

I dislike muu bc her relationship w haruka hits a little too close to home (very similar to me and my mothers) but sm ppl water her down to some master manipulator when i dont even think shes that self aware, and if she is, i dont think she knows where to stop

NOW FOR 0103 !!!!

I honestly just personally see haruka as the more assertive one in their duo, I see him as much more willing to take risks and is very flirty, and I see him being the one that drags fuuta places, i think with help from fuuta and therapy he becomes a very confident person

I see fuuta as like. Almost a housewife kinda vibes, i see him as a lot more nervous when it comes to the relationship and really "oh fuck btsbheabbdahfsaefsheahsa" and anxious and not usually acting first if ykwim by that, i also think he does lots of nicknames/variations of harukas name (ruka/aru are my personal favs here)

You got me started so i wont stop yet :3

I think that fuuta really tries to get haruka into games but hes ass at any combat but a cuphead GOD

Fuuta tried to teach him how to cook. It failed. He still tries (haruka CAN bake though, and really fucking well somehow)

Both of them are tight cuddlers like when they are sleeping they are as attached to eavh orher as two sewn dolls theyre my oingos ☹️☹️☹️

Haruka bites fuuta bc idk he looks like he'd just get bored and go "nom :3" on someone if ykwim 🤷

Haruka has very obscure sp/ins thst fuuta learns everything abt bc sillys

Ty for listening to my 0103 bs :3333

Might continue in the morning who knows, expect more of me some day 🔥

Your hcs are very cute and I can still see it, even tho I'm primarily on the 0301 boat and have a bit of a different read! I esp like the flirty Haruka take, while I think he likes to be "escorted" by Fuuta more than being the one to actually drags him out physically I do think that a Haruka who has found his self confidence and how to be more open about what he wants can definitely be pretty flirty and forward, esp when it comes to the more spicy things, and also with PDA definitely, where Fuuta is someone who ususally keeps that more in private.

Fuuta does have good house-husband qualities tho, absolutely. I think he would be very good in teaching Haruka some of the housework, because he can't handle uni/work and doing everything at home all on his own. And agreed on the cooking, I also like the idea that Haru is good with baking, I hc him mostly als a complete kitchen disaster, but that is so wholesome ...

Nicknames are also always cute!! I usually go with the pretty standard "Haru and Fuu" for what they call each other, but esp Fuuta mixing that up sometimes is such an adorable idea, I like that a lot. And the cuddling and biting, hnnnnngh!! Thank you for sharing these, I'm definitely always open for more!

[onlyswan]

hi art! it’s the same anon who sent in the came for ___, stayed for ____ ask and i’m here to tell you which works of yours made the most impact on me 🥹

so first off, the first few works i read of yours, i actually didn’t realize they were all written by the same author (aka youuu) :o surprisingly, i don’t think it’s actually the “in which” series that prompted me to check your masterlist of works, but your piece winter rush! you actually inspired me to download cats & soup and i still have the game on my phone to this day 🤭 (even tho i have a hard time committing to it these days)

as for your “in which” series, these are some of your works that stood out to me most vividly before i took the chance to read the entirety of the “in which” series!

in no particular order:

in which jungkook won’t tell you what’s wrong and you get emotional motion sickness - this one just really hit home for me in the way i deal with conflict and arguments, and how i tend to get quiet when i’m really upset and i always try my hardest to cry silently

in which jungkook comes home drunk but bam can’t speak - this one always makes me giggle! it’s just so domestic but truly so jungkook-coded, ya know? and i always love imagining owning a pet w/ a partner, it’s just peak domesticity for me

in which your period cramps bring you to tears but jungkook’s gentle hand is warm - as a girly who always needs attention (but even more so on her period) just reading about oc waking up and having jungkook tend to her as soon as he senses something wrong just makes me feel so warm, safe & loved 😭 and imagining his big, warm hands giving oc a much needed massage (i aspire to have this love one day 🥺)

and lastly, in which jungkook wants you all for himself and you buy him flowers - just something about buying jungkook flowers and him being like “for me??” and it just makes me hope that whoever he ends up with buys him flowers regularly :((( & ofc i’m always weak for a bam appearance!!

whew this is SO long but i really wanted to answer your thoughts/questions so here i am yet again! thank u for the time, effort & creativity you put into giving is a little safe space on the internet, i don’t think you’ll ever truly understand the impact you have made on me and so many others 🫶🏽 u deserve the world art! i am rooting for you always, wishing you nothing but happiness & good health always

and with this post, i feel it’s only right to name myself as one of your anons!! i shall be cats&soup anon (very fitting hehe) (sorry for any typos & errors it’s so long and i’m tired & i can’t be bothered to proofread)

until we meet again with your next works,

- cats&soup anon

cats&soup anonie 😭🫶🏼 might be my favorite anonie name yet!!!! omg it’s so cute that drabble prompted some of you to dl the game like it’s genuinely one of my little joys in life :") i can’t play it much nowadays but just watching them run around gives me sm serotonin boost lol i want u guys to experience that too + i didn’t expect that drabble to be so loved 🥺 so it’s really cool to know this !!

in which jungkook won’t tell you what’s wrong and you get emotional motion sickness - this really broke my heart to write but it also felt important to understand them more :( to those who could relate i hope you have a person you love and trust that you can always lean on 🫂 sending you a big hug my beloved

in which jungkook comes home drunk but bam can’t speak - HEHEHEHEHEH i’m geeked this is honestly one of my favorites 🤭 i’m so happy it makes you giggle too

in which your period cramps bring you to tears but jungkook’s gentle hand is warm - i read this myself sometimes when it’s the time of the month and nearly cry myself :(( like he’s the best bf always but in this drabble 🥲 warm, safe, & loved are the perfect words to describe it. aaaa this drabble succeeded in its mission 😭🫶🏼

in which jungkook wants you all for himself and you buy him flowers - omg yesyes really did write this to say pls give your bf flowers too!!! :((( 💐 it could make them feel so happy and loved too. esp jungkook, he deserves all the love and prettiest flowers in full bloom :")

no matter how long i’ll always love hearing ur thoughts !! it’s so cool & interesting to see u talk abt specific drabbles 🥹 my heart feels very full with love i’m smilinggg. thank you so much anonie for taking the time to satisfy my curiosity and for the kindest wishes :") ilysm and i hope you have a wonderful week ahead! 💖

[writteninkat]

some MHA/BNHA boys of your pick that will just play with the reader's tits. like the reader can be watching T.V., cooking, or on the way to sleep and [character name] will just unhook the reader's bra and squeeze their tits, rub their nipples between their fingers, and even suck on them...just cause

it might be a comfortable thing or maybe they just like the feel of tits, the reader will never know

only if your comfortable of course <3

-🐌

BNHA GUYS WHO PLAYS W/ YOUR BOOBS LIKE THEY'RE FIDGET TOYS

w/ Bakugou, Kirishima, Shoto, Iida, Denki

a/n: LMAO PLEEEAAASSSEEE!!! i dated this guy once and he was so touchy (I FREAKIN LOVE HIM FOR THAT 🥺) and whenever we watched a movie his hand always found its way under my shirt and bra :') i miss him sm </3 (also i'm sorry this took too long TT)

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU

he loves playing with your boobs when you're both cuddling <3

like it's been a tiring day, the both of you just wanna sleep together cause it's cold and you're each other's safe place

your back is pressed against his chest and the feeling of his soft breath on your nape tickles, relaxing you even more

it's all peaceful until you feel his hand slowly creeping under your sweater and up your boobs

and you let him

his hand is the right amount of calloused and soft and you love how he massages your breasts

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

unlike katsuki, he sticks his head under your sweater like it's his lil hiding spot

he calls your boobs his "personal pillow marshmallows" cause they're "soft and sweet"

you can be reading a book or scrolling through your phone and he can be simple exercises to keep his blood pumping and all of a sudden ... he'd just ... crawl over to you and pull your shirt/sweater over his head and just . sleep .

and you don't mind it one bit cause his mouth, his breath, his tongue, they all feel so warm and soft and it's weird but they calm/relax you

denki and mina walked in on you and eijiro cuddled asleep but unlike other couples, they see eijiro's head in your shirt

honestly they all just find the both of you so cute and they'd rather just save you two some food rather than waking you two up from your comfortable slumber <3

SHOTO TODOROKI

you never expected such a calm man to have the need to fidget something

first it was your fingers but as your relationship and trust deepened, he found his fingers twisting and pulling at your nipples

it's weird how he doesn't do it at all during sex, but only when he's unconsciously doing it

like you're both reading your respective books and you're leaning your back against his chest, his hand would instinctively creep under your shirt and bra and start playing with your bud

one time when he caught himself doing it, he burned bright red and apologized profusely and it took the whole day of you insisting that you were fine with it and that you preferred if he was that comfortable with you

TENYA IIDA

you always insist on movie nights every friday but iida doesn't particularly like them. he prefers books over the movies but watches anyways cause you wanna

anyway, whenever he gets bored, he simply pushes your shirt up and surprise surprise you're not wearing a bra (you never do whenever you come over to his room, bras are suffocating)

he'd take one boob in his mouth as he plays with the other one with his hand. every after movie nights, you'd leave his room with more bites and hickeys than you came in with

DENKI KAMINARI

demands that you lay in between his legs, your back on his stomach so he can use your boobs as his hand rests

yes he uses your boobs as hand rests

what's more is whenever he's defeated during a round or when a kill is stolen from him, he softly takes it out on your breasts

like he'd softly slap them or squeeze them like they're stress balls

and you don't mind. not one bit.

you'd usually take off your shirt before he starts playing so he has free reign to your breasts

what can you say he just loves your boobies :D

when the game is loading, he talks to his friends all while squeezing or massaging your breasts and twisting and tugging at your nipples

let's just say you leave his room with a good ight kiss and sore nipples

[mayaflowerxs]

Hello! I just want to say that I really like your writing! can you write nsfw alphabet with jeno, please? 🥺

NSFW Alphabet w/ Jeno

Warning: SMUTTY

A/N: THANK U SM! This one is for you enjoy ! :)

Aftercare:

There wouldn’t be much aftercare other than him asking you if he was a little too rough on you. He would be very soft on you, that inner dom of his gone as he’s at your aid for anything.

Body part:

He loves your hips. He practically has the world in his hands and that’s you. He also loves pinning you and it drives him crazy how much power he has over you pinned down underneath him. He also loves sucking hickies on them, it’s a great view for him to see when he has his hands on them. And not only does he love them when having sex he also loves them because he can easily pull you near him at any time. It comforts him when he wraps his arms around your waist.

Cum:

He loves coming all over your face, it’s absolutely glorious for him. Like a painting so valuable you can’t even put a price on it. He especially loves kissing you while his liquids is on your face, absolutely loses it when you lick some it off (if you’re into that)

Dirty Secret:

Consensual somnophilia is the best kind of sex for him. He loves how cute and innocent you look being woken up by his cock ramming you deeply. Lots of times he’ll try to keep himself from having sex with you because he tries to wait until you fall asleep. He won’t tell you out loud he likes it because he doesn’t want you to think he’s weird so he tries not to do it too often which is a bit of a bummer for him.

Experience:

He’s experienced all right. A gorgeous man like that and he hasn’t slept with two or three girls maybe more? Can’t be. He doesn’t care that everyone knows how many people he slept with even if he wasn’t dating them but if you did the same I can see him a bit competitive. Each time a man comes up to you, the reminder of you being with other guys before him ticks him off. So when you two get in bed, he makes it his goal to make you feel a lot more satisfied. To prove to himself only he can make you feel so good and no one else.

Favorite Position:

Missionary. He absolutely loves seeing you so vulnerable underneath him. Like I said, he loves pinning you and grabbing my your waist so missionary definitely is the go to position. He also loves it when he pulls your leg over his shoulder UGH, his stupid smirk forming on his face once he hits a new spot that makes you wild, ego bar raised.

Goofy:

He’s not goofy at all when it comes to sex. Even when stuff leads up to it he isn’t goofy. He also isn’t serious also. He’s kinda, dommy I guess? He knows what he wants and it’s going to happen. And if he’s angry… oh boy be prepared. He won’t even let you talk and use you like a rag doll.

Hair:

He’s in the middle. It isn’t completely bare but also isn’t a bush you know?

Intimacy:

He’s not sensual during the sex. He likes it rough for sure and he’s a pretty kinky man. You know the intimacy is raised to the maximum when he’s having a very hard time. For a man like him who likes things to be rough, when he’s stressed he actually doesn’t go rough on you. Instead he prefers to have you be on top and remind him how much love he has then repays you.

Jerk off:

He does it quite often. When he has to stay at the dorm, he’ll lock himself in his room and get off with the thought of you doing dirty things to him. He hates it when he can’t spent time with you, so he results to touching himself. Not even just when he misses you. He’ll get the random crave of touching you but since he can’t come over to fuck you in your bed, he results to masturbating somewhere near and private. After he’s done with whatever he had going on that day, he’ll visit you and finish off the rest of his urges out on you.

Kink:

Somnophilia, exhibitionism are his go two. He might have others but they aren’t as much of a strong liking for it to be considered a kink of his. He loves fucking you in places where it is absolutely not for sexual intercourse. He can’t help it, your just to hot to not fuck and doing it in public? Oh yesss.

Location:

This boy usually fucks you at your house. But if he had a location where he wishes to fuck you in every single time you two have sex is by the park in the car. You guys have done it numerous of times and he has had the best orgasms every single time. He just loves having car sex and not just car sex, it has to be near a park.

Motivation:

You’re literally so damn fine he gets horny by the mere thought of you sucking him off. If you’re with him you could literally be using short shorts and his oversized shirt and he already has your shorts and panties by your ankles.

No:

Does not do threesomes and pegging. He’s very possessive of you. Not too much but enough to where you know this man does not share at all. If you’re screaming it’s because he’s fucking you so good not because another man is doing so. Your his and his only.

Oral:

Fucking LOVES oral. He loves how cute you look as your eyes stare directly into his as you have your pretty lips wrapped around his oozing tip. Makes him want to fuck your mouth all day. He also loves how squirmy you get when he starts eating you out so good. He knows how to use his mouth and any time you try to push his head away from your sore cunt he pins your hands down and only goes wilder on your pussy. Adding another orgasm for being a bad girl.

Pace:

Mf is fast and rough. He loves how fast he’s fucking you to the point the slapping sounds start to increase in volume. Not only that, your moans also get louder. Small bruising starts forming from how hard he’s gripping your waist.

Quickies:

He likes quickies if he’s really horny but most times he likes taking his time with you. He loves to overstimulate you so he definitely is going to take his sweet time taking good care of you.

Risk:

Oh my god this boy is all for it. The risk of getting caught is his adrenaline to continue pounding you harder and harder. The idea of getting caught makes him feel alive and he honestly wouldn’t care if he got caught. The most riskiest thing you guys have done is fucked on a hill, anybody could’ve found you guys but he couldn’t care at all. Poor you, he had you go on for 5 rounds and fingered you. By the time you two were done and got dressed you guys started going down the hill when a family was barely making it up. You were relieved they didn’t arrive sooner but Jeno was low key bummed you guys didn’t get caught. Quickly getting over it once he saw the family had a younger kid with them. Definitely glad they weren’t caught, the kid was too young to be asking questions.

Stamina:

This boy can last for a WHILE. If you two have a place to be and can only do at least two rounds he still has a lot more he needs to release. He might seem completely fine from the outside but once you guys are home there he goes pounding you from behind, tight grip on your hips as he plunged into you until you were begging for him no more.

Toys:

He’s all for toys. He only uses devices to edge you on but once your close to climaxing, he turns it off and replaces it by using himself to fuck you your climax.

Unfair:

He loves teasing so damn much. He loves how desperate you get every time he denies you release. But as soon as you do it to him you better pray he goes easy on you because if not, you two will go all night.

Volume:

He’s a groaner. He loves hearing you scream his name as your 4th orgasm has you close to tears. Anytime he feels overly pleased he’ll bite your neck and suck hickies on them. Gripping your hair when he’s coming. Continuously groaning, filling you up to the brim.

Wildcard: Once he really needed to have you bent over a table to fuck your because of much of a brat you were being. Since the boys were with you at a restaurant, he instead fingered you throughout the entire dinner. Somehow the boys never realized Jeno wasn’t using an arm, well al except Jisung. And when you begged Jeno to retracted his arm, he took you to the bathroom and fucked you in there. Yeah the boys never let that go.

X-ray: I see him to be at least 7 inches, nice girth but isn’t that thick but enough to completely fuck you dumb.

Yearning: HE’S ALWAYS HORNY! Idk how he does it to keep himself cool in front of others but if you’re in arms reach you’re in for a wild ride because he will not get off you until every last drop of energy of him is completely sucked out of him.

Zzz:

He doesn’t sleep right away unless he went literally crazy on you. If it was one of those times where you do kinda had to cut down the rounds he wouldn’t be tired but rather wide awake and ready to go on with the day. But if he has your legs wrapped around him as he fucks you orgasm after orgasm then he most likely will fall on the bed besides you, knock out in seconds.

[lunaastoir]

fluff/relationships w the liyue crew

characters included: xiao, childe, beidou, and zhongli

ik i forgot ningguang i promise i’ll include her in part 2, i just didn’t have time :(

all x a gn! reader 

my liyue babies :,) ft. ningguang in spirit

an: i was listening to my soft playlist (more like listening to cupid’s chokehold on repeat, no i am not basic 🔪) and i thought some fluff headcanons would be cute w these sweet people

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xiao

ok so no surprise that he hates liyue harbor

he hates anything w a lot of people in it so he prefers to stay at wangshu inn tyvm

but by contrast, you love liyue harbor sm (it’s gorgeous i mean c’mON)

you go there often to retrieve your commissions in order to stay closer to xiao (liyue harbor is closer than mondstadt he argues but you’re well aware that they’re both equally far away)

so if anyone asked, xiao would absolutely refuse to go to the harbor like i hate people??? why would you even ask???

but,,,he’s so sOFT for you

if you asked??? he would agree in a heartbeat

but since he’s >:( angsty boy, he makes you think that he won’t go even when he’s already decided that he’s coming w you

he puts up the “if you so require, then i guess i will assist you with your travels in liyue harbor” but in reality he would definitely have said yes even without the almond tofu

while he hates the harbor, he thinks that with you anything is bearable :,) simp

you take him to see xinyan to vibe w her music and you can tell he really enjoys it

even tho he’s like 🕴 the entire time, you see the softer look on his face and the very slight smile on his lips as he listens to the music and watches the crowd

so so so cute very soft for him

i do see him as a subtly touchy person in public like brushing the hair off your face, swiping his thumb across your cheek, or gently pulling your hair back when you have a plate of food in your hands 

the type to link your pinkies together - he claims it’s so you don’t get lost but yk better 

after the concert is done you take him to that one waypoint near mt. tianheng and the both of you just watch the city lights and the way they reflect beautifully on the water surrounding the harbor 

personal headcanon that xiao absolutely loves stargazing since he believes the stars are the one true constant in his life especially since he’s experienced so much loss (basically they’ll never leave him god i hate myself why do i make everything SAD)

mini headcanon off of that - he doesn’t stargaze with people,,, like ever 

it’s something he loves to do alone so the fact that he lets you stargaze w him and even allows you to shift your head onto his lap while you watch the sky is a huge deal 

he loves it when you softly whisper abt how your day was or something you saw that made you laugh 

he just loves hearing your voice, it automatically calms the voices in his head 

you absolutely ADORE when he has flowers in his hair especially cecilias (cecillias? ceccillias? idfk) and you make a point whenever you go to mondstadt to pick a fresh batch of cecilias just for xiao while enlisting the help of your favorite bard  

these soft moments on the mountain are usually when you’ll sweetly tuck in a flower or two in his hair while laughing 

he’ll blush fiercely while looking away but will tuck the cecilias in securely as you’re unable to do so due to the position you’re in on his lap

all in all - this was not meant to come out as a date idea but we’re going w it 

this is so cute xiao pls let me put flowers in your hair sweet boy <3

childe

god, loml, my favorite war criminal after eren yeager 

there’s never a dull moment w this man - if you wanted peace and quiet, why the hell are you dating him bestie???

is the type of person to yell out “Y/N, i can’t believe i ran into you here!” if he sees you somewhere even tho you explicitly told him you were going to be here in the morning (ik you have a good memory ajax don’t lie to me 😐)

i don’t see him as being obnoxious w pda unlike someone else kaeya but he would definitely participate (think: handholding, cheek kisses, an arm around your shoulders)

loves it when he comes home and sees you in an apron cooking 

domesticity just makes his heart melt so you can be sure that your face will be peppered w a lot of kisses afterwards <3 

absolutely ADORES it when you trace his scars absentmindedly when you’re lying down or even when you’re having dinner in public  

he’s been far from his family for so long that small acts of mindless affection like this really make his heart happy 

you have him drunk on your love luv haha see what i did there 

he will let you put makeup on him. no i do not take criticism ⛄️

he already has on lowkey thick eyeliner,,, don’t be shy put some more bestie 

he will shamelessly go out in public w whatever you made him wear - doesn’t really give a shit even tho he has a reputation to maintain 

speaking of reputation,,, yk his mask? yeah that one - the red hair accessory that he has on his head

well on the mask, he attached a little charm the both of you got together on your first date during lantern rite 

it’s this adorable fox that we all shamelessly kill for meat and he placed it so it anchored to the side of his mask so when he fights it isn’t a nuisance or anything (does that make sense??? i hope it does) 

his subordinates notice and while they’re stoic around childe, behind closed doors they do whisper abt the mysterious person who’s captured his heart 

not so mysterious anymore when they literally see him cling onto you during his daily patrol around the harbor 💀

it’s ok tho he’s lucky he’s cute 

bestie,,, pls give him a neck massage 

i just KNOW he’s tense there idk something abt the way he carries himself just screams “my neck hurts so bad someone pls help me i would ask but my pride literally will not let me”

so give him a neck massage :) don’t worry tho he’ll definitely return the favor and then some

LOVES TICKLE FIGHTS 

he’s obsessed w them,,, it’s just the faces you make??? he can’t get enough 

he loves seeing the pure joy and the brief fear (he’s kind of a sadist) in your eyes before he attacks you w those damned hands 

it reminds him a lot of simpler times w his siblings and he’s happy he brings you joy and makes you forget your worries - at least for a little while 

all in all, he’s a good boy and no i will not tolerate childe slander 🔪 kaeya slander tho 😏

beidou

you pulled beidou??? wow everyone’s jealous (pulled as in literally from the banner and in this context but no i do not have beidou and no i definitely do not want to talk abt it)

god made beidou and zhongli just so all of us could have a sexuality crisis 

anyways, being w her is hard i will not lie 

not bc she isn’t a capable lover - no, quite the contrary 

she’s an amazing partner but the problem here lies in the fact that she’s almost never on land 

it’s hard working a long distance relationship but y’all love each other so it works out :,) 

when she is physically present however, expect to never be bored 

she’ll quietly fix the wrinkles on your shirt or fiddle with your fingers in her hands while she recounts her adventures out on sea 

she sometimes gets worried she bores you, however the way your eyes light up every time she tells a tale always reassures her otherwise

definitely the type to let you use her claymore if you want to learn 

she’ll provide useful tips as she tucks her hands into your sides gently, positioning you correctly so you don’t hurt yourself 

miss girl is an AMAZING cook 

i just know she cooks the best meals - i mean she’s friends w xiangling after all 

whenever she comes home from a voyage she’ll always insist on making something for you even if she’s abt to pass out 

pls tuck her into bed and promise her that she can make you something in the morning <3 the poor woman needs rest 

brings you back trinkets but they’re actually very practical 

she knows you won’t have much use for a simple charm (not that there’s anything wrong w that) but she believes you’ll like something practical more so she might get you a new engraved knife from the most recent place she’s been to 

definitely the type to surprise you when she docks 

i can imagine her anchoring her ship out a little ways from liyue harbor and rowing to the dock in order to make sure you aren’t alerted of her presence (i’m sorry the mental picture this made in my mind is SENDING ME INTO ORBIT but she means well i love you)

will take you to remote spots she’s found in her travels through liyue 

for example - the little heart shaped island and the island quest (?) that you had to use kaeya the bridge maker for in order to get to im sorry i’ll stop w the kaeya slander

she’ll get you seashell bracelets or necklaces idk why but she gives me those vIBES 

they’re super nice ones too, only the highest quality for you 

yes she’s a bruh girl but i also see her as someone who would enjoy intimate moments like watching the sunset or something 

“yo wanna catch the sunset, i heard it looks sick from the jade chamber” said before ahem it yk fell from the sky

kasdjksfashfjsahf yes ofc i would love to catch the sunset w you pls come home luv

anyways, she is a woman i would give the world for 

zhongli

ok gimme a sec i need to get my gentleman mode on 

this man,,, THIS MAN 

everything w him is so soft like your entire eXISTENCE w him could go in a museum it’s that beautiful 

in the morning when he visits you, he always brings you a cup of your favorite tea and a bouquet of glaze lilies he got from madame ping

holds the door for you, pushes the chair out for you, uses a napkin and brushes sauce off your lips when you’re eating - you name something sweet, he’s done it

secretly loves it when you fuss over him 

he doesn’t like to fight but say he encountered a group of hillichurls he couldn’t avoid and promptly defeated them but ended up tearing a part of his tux(?) (is it a tux? i could not tell you)

not that big of a deal, i mean it’s a scratch, he’s a 6,000 year old god, he’s dealt w much worse 

but seeing the worried crease in your brows as you usher him to sit at the table while quickly grabbing antiseptic to clean his wound

“it’s just a scratch, my dear. do not worry i’ve dealt with much worse.”

you quietly protest abt how “yes zhongli, i understand you’re an archon and have gotten worse injuries but i’m worried about infection just please let me take care of you ok? <3″ 

when you say that he feels weird emotions,,, wdym take care of him? 

he’s always taken care of himself or been expected to take care of others as the former ruling deity of liyue so having someone else genuinely worry abt his wellbeing creates a warm feeling in his chest 

he strikes me as the type to knit you something??? idk maybe it’s the grandpa vibes but i headcanon that he would knit you a scarf for the colder weather, it’s cute 

in the privacy of your home, he really likes picking you up

he loves it when you wrap your legs around his middle while he gets up to go do the dishes or smthg 

domesticity go brrrr

if you’re into making flower crowns, he would totally have you on his lap and wordlessly hand you a glaze lily whenever you expectantly hold your hand out while weaving the flowers together 

he expects you to make the crown for yourself but when you place the crown on his head and it fits perfectly while simultaneously tucking a glaze lily behind your ear, he looks at you dumbstruck 

his mouth parts open in awe and it’s quite literally the cutest thing

you’ve broken him 

thinks it’s the sweetest thing - will keep it on his head for the whole day 

he’ll even put it in water before he sleeps so it won’t wilt and he can wear it the next day <3 

scenic picnics!! scenic picnics!! 

the type to take you to the nicest spots in liyue to chat abt the history of the land w you over a cup of tea and your favorite food (whatever you like, he doesn’t mind)

recounts the people he’s met in his long life before finishing off by saying you’re by far the best person he’s met 

zhongli strangles lovingly come home soon 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3 

[cognitosclowns]

Reader has a baby and they bring them to work one day and them interacting with the group? Or maybe just headcannons about them with kids.

AAAAAA I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR AN ASK LIKE THISSSS <333

ALL SFW JUST SOME CUTENESS <333

UHHHH THIS IS MOSTLY <33 BABYSITTING HCS ACTUALLY BUT CLOSE ENOUGH LMAO. also sorry this got so fucking long lmao i just loved this idea sm. its so fluffy.

GIGI

OH SHE LOVES KIDDOS <33 I like to think she either has a kid of her own, or maybe a little sister? Either way she's so good with kids. If you need smb to look after your kid for a few hrs, drop em off at her office

SHES NOT AFRAID TO BE GOOFY WITH THEM. She'll let them do her makeup and smear it all over her face while,, she makes them look super adorable. She'll take a bunch of pictures w/ them too.

SHE LETS THEM TRY ON HER HEELS N SHIT?? they're stumbling around all over the place but they feel COOL so its fine

'Little Miss/Sir/Mx', usually doesn't use their name!!

'Little Mx <3 come here please, I'm not gonna have you go back to Y/N without some food in your stomach'

THEY RAID THE VENDING MACHINES <33 OH BOY OH BOY SHE NEVER HAS AN EXCUSE TO DO THAT, ITS A BLAST.

YEA SHE KINDA SPOILS THEM <3333 a buncha junk food and yummy treats and probably a buncha gifts whenever they visit.

She's their super fun Auntie Gigi now <333

MYC AND ANDRE

IF YOU GIVE THE KID TO EITHER OF EM, THEY'RE PAIRING UP. They both know there's no FUCKING WAY THEY CAN DO IT ALONE LMAO.

MYC ABSOLUTELY DISGUISES HIMSELF AS A HUMAN BC,,, HE DOESN'T WANNA DEAL WITH ALL THE QUESTIONS.

'what do you feed a 10 year old?' Myc is just,, rummaging through Andre's sparse pantry n fridge.

'uhhh cheese.. and... g r a p essss?'

'woow is that so?' in that Way Of His

'>:( do you have any bright ideas???'

meanwhile the kid is like,, already getting into shit. Into all the shit. they probably steal some shinies from his bowl of Cool Shit He Found (tm)

ITS FINE THEY FIND ANDRE'S LEGOS AND ARE COMPLETELY DISTRACTED FOR LIKE,, 10 MINUTES TRYNA PRY TWO PIECES APART. andre absolutely joins them bc,, he forgot he had those!! oh fuck he used to built such cool shit w/ them!!

'what kinda fuckin adult has legos???' Myc is lovingly teasing him while he spoons Microwaved Mac N Cheese into a little bowl for the kiddo

'the COOL kind. Come play with us I saved you a pile.'

(... yea myc plays legos. by the end they all end up making this,, giant castle thing w/ a little place for the kid's Circus Tent that they made. They order takeout and inhale sweets and are all passed out in a pile on the floor when you come to get your kid)

ALSO,,,,

'oh ffffffffffff- (remembers theres a kid)-fffffriiiiick?'

*the most unimpressed look* '... fuck shit piss!!!'

'EYYYYY I LIKE THIS KID, WANNA LEARN A NEW ONE-'

'MYC N O-'

JR

OH FUCK NO GET IT AWAY FROM HIM

I'm sorry he cannot stand kids. They're loud they're messy he never knows what to say. Any living human sub 15 he cannot tollerate. PLEASE NEVER GET HIM TO BABY SIT HE'LL BE SUCH A NERVOUS FUCKING WRECK.

he worries so much its gonna,, fall off smth and bonk it's head or explode or smth.

IF THEY'RE A LITTLE OLDER LIKE,,, IDK 13-17?? HE CAN PROBABLY MANAGE FINE AS LONG AS THEY DON'T GET IN HIS WAY TOO MUCH mdnsmds. he's still gonna worry himself into a fit.

He genuinely might use them as an assitant. Like sit them down by a filing cabinet and ask them to like,, sort stuff?? MSDNS HE'S VERY SURPRISED WHEN IT WORKS

REAGAN

VERY MUCH THE SAME. she doesn't explicitly hate kids,,, she just,,, really struggles with knowing what to do??

What do you say how do you interact with kids. her parents were awful she literally has No Clue What You're Supposed To Do When You Baby Sit

She mostly just sticks them in the corner with some books she used to read as a kid?? Like comics n stuff she had in her closet??

<333 eventually she notices the kid is like?? super into them but is having trouble reading some of the books??

........ *sigh*, she plods over, sits down, and starts reading to them. Because god dammit, her dad never did that when she struggled with shit and she refuses to have this kids memory of her be like that.

she nearly bursts into tears when the kid,, leans against her and falls asleep?? Its that kinda Nostalgic Sadness for smth that you never got as a kid?? <3

GLENN

HES LITERALLY A DAD <33 AND HE'S SUCH A GOOD DAD.

HE'S JUST <333 like such a classic dad too?? Like he plays catch with em and everything?? MAYBE EVEN TEACHES EM SOME WRESTLING???

HES NOT AS YOUNG AS HE USED TO BE THO SO HE ABSOLUTELY GET TIRED LMAO

*sigh* he will be very dissapointed if you say he can't teach them how to shoot >:(

IF THEY GO TO THE PARK??? OHOHO HE MAKES ALL THE STUFF SO FUN

YKNOW THOSE,, GIANT WAVE THINGS?? I think it's called an X-Wave?? HE GRABS ONE OF THE ENDS AND STARTS PUSHING IT UP AND DOWN TO MAKE THE WHOLE THING,, LIKE A ROLLER COASTER RIDE. The kid (and every other kid on the playground lmao) is holding on for dear life, laughing their ass off.

Jungle Gym Races!! It reminds him of Basic Training lmao. LOTS OF CUTE NICKNAMES TOO. 'Cadet' is his favorite bc this kid gives him this,, Big Proud Grin <3

BRETT

AAAAA HES SUCH A GOOD BABYSITTER.

HE'S LITERALLY SO FUCKING ENERGETIC <333 HES A WALKING GOLDEN RETRIEVER. Pure and absolute energy. he gets genuinely excited when the kid asks to go to the park. THEY PLAY TAG TOGETHER. THEY TRY TO SWING A COMPLETE LOOP AROUND THE SWINGSET.

ALSO HE'S PLAYED EVERY SPORT AT LEAST ONCE SO LIKE,, if they're a sporty kid?? HELL YEA the two of em are gonna be having a blast.

HES,, KIND OF A PUSHOVER SO YEA THEY GET A BUNCH OF SWEETS AT THE STORE. How can he say no to those puppy dog eyes?? He wants the kid to like him!!

AAA they absolutely have a movie/video game night. Mario kart w/ popcorn n soda n all the good things in life.

HE SHOWS THE KID ALL THOSE OLD TV SHOWS AND MOVIES??? eventually the kiddo passes tf out halfway through Back to The Future 2.

When you pick up your child at the end of the day they're,,, completely exhausted <33 brett picks em up from where they're nappin on the couch and passes them off to you/

AB

'fine, I suppose' 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 into infinitum

He sits the kid down with some books that are,, absolutely way too far above their reading level. Because he also has no Fucking Clue what you expected him to do???

As kids do, they get bored as fuck and start asking questions about Why his Face Is Like That.

'I'm a highly advanced Artificial Intelligence, created to-'

'So, like a robot?'

'....... yes, I'm a robot.'

'NO WAY!!'

WHEN YOU COME BACK, AB IS DOIN ALL SORTS OF COOL ROBOT TRICKS?? turning his hands backwards, rolling his eyes back to reveal his circuits - the kid sitting on his shoulders, positively losing their mind bc its the coolest shit they've EVER SEEN

he spots you and Fumbles To Make Himself Look All Professional And Mean And All That Jazz

'productive day?'

*clears throat, smooths hair, removes child from his shoulders, etc* 'Productive - oh, nonono, haha. Perfectly calm. They were asleep most of the time.'

... meanwhile the,, entire basement area is chaos. Clear evidence of at least a few games of tag,,,,, Cardboard Tube Fencing,, and,,, *gasp* a chess tally, where he Totally Didn't Let The Kid Win So they Could Brag About Beating A Robot? If you didn't know better, you'd think the two of them had a fun day!

'BYE MISTER AB!!' with this big wave before you two leave? He'd protect your kid with his life you can drop him off at the basement literally anytime lmao

[elysianslove]

hi eli bby !! its me vio again shhshf

i loved ur vball player crush hcs w miya twins && suna and can i have that too w sakusa, semi && shirabu ? MY UNDERRATED BOYS CRIES SM <//3 thank u sm <33

hiiiii my love!!! tysm for requesting these boys i love them so much. i hope you like this lysm <3

sakusa kiyoomi 

considering what i’ve seen in the anime, and some manga panels, i really don’t think omi’s a peoples person. so even in school, i doubt he was very involved with other students, and probably kept to himself 

he’s also hyper-aware of his surroundings constantly, including the people around him, so the fact that he noticed you wasn’t a shock

it’s that he noticed you, and then he couldn’t stop thinking about you

probably had some dream about you that same night that cursed him with a crush on you yk the dreams i’m talking about right? 

he still continues to keep to himself, and whenever he spots you from his peripheral vision he just dashes out of there. he realizes that forcing himself to act normally around you might actually improve his situation and help him get over whatever this stupid crush was but he was not taking any chances

he also knew nothing about you, just your last name! 

so anyways both the boys and girls vbc’s are heading the same school, so they got one bus for the both of you and combined them. 

because his general dislike for crowds, omi usually sits out in the front, especially because the door to the bus is right next to him. idk he just seems like the kind to map out an escape plan for every room/vehicle he enters i don’t have a reason why i think so

the game was happening on a weekend, really early, like way too early, so it wasn’t a surprise that you were tired. it’s an unspoken rule that those who sit in the back make a lotta noise and all that, so you opted for the front seats instead to at least try and rest a bit before the game

you don’t sit directly next to him, but there’s only an aisle separating the two of you

because, yk, manners, you give him a small smile before saying, “good morning!” and settling in your seat, your bag between your legs

omi on god freezes up lmfao

he doesn’t mean to sound so rude but it just comes out that way! he says something along the lines of “what are you doing here?” and immediately regrets it after it leaves his lips. he visibly cringes 

but instead of being thrown off, you just laugh, and sakusa curses everything behind his mask because holy shit were you gorgeous and wow was his stomach just somersaulting 

not a nice feeling 

you explain to him briefly that you’re on the vbc and you were heading to play the girls of the same school he was gonna play against and all that, and he just hums and nods and tries to ignore the thump thump thump of his heart 

you don’t really interact during the bus ride going to, it’s coming back that you do 

you tell him that you managed to glimpse the last bit of his game, where he was landing a spike, and you complimented his skills and pointed out his freakish wrist move 

he noted that he didn’t get to see you play and your brain went opportunity! 

you go “well maybe you should come to one of my dates” like the absolute smooth talker you are 

omi just hums and goes “i’ll see” 

absolutely is there lol

the development into a relationship is more implicit than explicit. the two of you don’t announce to the world, but honestly, neither do you do it to yourselves. like you’d been on a coffee date with him at some point and your parent or sibling texted something you found funny and mentioned him as your boyfriend and you showed it to him and he was like

hm

am i your boyfriend 

like idk am i your girlfriend 

he said yeah obviously 

i love this boy so fucking much pleaseeeee

but yes just as your development into a couple is subtle, so is your overall relationship. and honestly? you wouldn’t have it any other way

semi eita

omg pretty setter semi eeee

so yk how shiratorizawa students live in dorms? there’s no way semi hasn’t noticed you before, even if it’s separate dorms for different genders. like you two probably come across each other every once in a while at a vending machine or something, and exchange a word or two 

it’s not until when semi starts to look forward to seeing you, or when he gets disappointed every time you don’t make an appearance, that he realizes, you know, he’s kinda developed a liking to you

he doesn’t really know much about you, aside your name and your favorite go-to snack from the vending machine, so he’s left a little frustrated at the lack of interactions you two have. like he’s just living off that small laugh of acknowledgment and the hi, hope you sleep well! you know? like he wants more from you. he wants to get to know you

he can’t seem to ever see you in school either, because the stars hate him that much and don’t wanna align for the two of you, not even a little to share one class with him. just one

it’s just his luck, though, when a busy weekend for all the sports teams comes along, and each sport is sectioned off to a bus. volleyball boys and girls in one bus, swimming boys and girls in one bus, etc. 

he really doesn’t expect it when you get on the bus, because what the fuck you play volleyball??? and then he really doesn’t expect it when you recognize him, gasp and grin, and wave at him, and go over to sit by him

his brain’s short-circuiting 

you immediately start conversation as you’re setting your bag down like “i didn’t know you played volleyball!”

and he laughs and nods like “i didn’t know you did either” 

it’s honestly a really cute and satisfying moment like okay maybe the stars were just taking their time aligning thank you universe 

the two of you click immediately. like annoyingly so. you have so much in common, and you spend the entire ride chatting excitedly about everything and semi’s wishing he’d just asked you to hang out way sooner, like as early as the first time you’d met at that vending machine 

the girls’ games finish a lot later than the boys, so he comes and watches you play, and is enamored by you, completely. in his head he’s just ‘this girl just keeps growing more perfect.’

he walks back with you to the bus, and sits next to you as well. when you arrive back at the school, you don’t immediately go to your dorms, and he suggests grabbing a refreshing drink from somewhere nearby

it’s incredible how you still have so much to talk about 

the time passes really quick with him

it’s while you’re having that drink with him, probably iced tea or boba or something, he tells you about his small passion for music, and you make him promise to play you something at some point. he loops his pinky with yours :)

he also confides in you about having been replaced on his last year, and how he tries not to let it affect him but he really can’t help him. from then on, after each of your practices, you invite him in your gym, and have him set to you, just so you both have an excuse to spend time with each other, and so that he gets to practice and play the way he really wants to, without any restrictions placed upon him and no one waiting to take his place

i think as a couple you’d probably really bring out the best in each other, and you’re constantly always, always there for each other. really, really reliant and supportive as partners, you know? 

you go to all his games, and whenever he’s pitched in, you scream his name the loudest and cheer him on so much. one look at your face, and he’s reminded of who he is and why he does what he does, and he’s immediately grounded aw <3

shirabu kenjirō

omg shirabu with a crush 🥺🤲🏼 i love it when characters seem so cold and standoffish but as soon as they’re around the people they care about they do a 180. that’s shirabu 100%

he really, really, really liked you. like it was embarrassing at this point. he totally denied it every time anyone even thought it, and he really tried his hardest not to be obvious around you

i like to think he saw you around school and that’s how it developed a little, but maybe you were friends with some of the vbc boys because of your shared interest in the sport, and you come to play with them sometimes after practice, he’d just never be there

but one time you walked in and he was like guess im not leaving 

he was a little starstruck at the fact that you played volleyball. he honestly wouldn’t care, but it sorta felt nice that there really was something that you two had in common

and you were good. at everything. you received semi and ushijima’s serves, and goshiki’s and ōhira’s spikes, perfectly, and reacted to tendō’s blocks so well, and hit his tosses just right. you were incredible. maybe your skills were magnified from his specific lens, but there really was no denying you were skilled 

damn this. all this. 

especially any time you’d spike his toss and give him a really wide smile and say, “nice toss!” like seriously the way his heart’s spasming cannot be healthy what the fuck 

and then he finds out the girls are sharing a bus with them, and then you walk in

and then you walk towards him

obviously, outwardly he looks unimpressed and unfazed but trust, his palms are sweaty as fuck 

before the bus moves, you stand by his seat and make small talk with him about volleyball, before you realize the bus is moving and you have to sit down, but you’re still in the middle of a conversation with him, so you just sit next to him and continue like nothing happened

he just. allows it. 

the school you’d been going to had a really big court where both the girls and boys were playing in the same gymnasium on opposite sides of the court, so when you arrived and changed and all, you were like “wanna warm up together” couple goals <3

pls semi, taichi and tendō would probably tease the fuck out of him lmfao. he’d just glare at them but he has such a big blush on his cheeks as he stretches and warms up with you that the glare is completely ineffective 

you go to sit next to him on the bus ride home, but the day’s exhaustion catches up to you, plus the bus’s movements are lulling you, so you end up falling asleep on his shoulder, and when shirabu first notices that you’d actually fallen asleep, he looks down at you with such a dreamy and awestruck face. goshiki took a picture and likes to torment him with it. shirabu has it as his lockscreen now lol 

as your boyfriend, he’s the exact same. very standoffish to everyone outwardly but to you? it’s a different story. 

nonetheless it’s not very obvious. so yes, he will have a scowl on his face as he tells you off, but his lips are slightly upturned and there’s a little pink shade on his cheeks that show just how endearing he thinks you are 

really loves to practice with you because he loves seeing you in your zone like that. also you look hot

anyways yes he’s such a cutie i will not take criticism 

[peroxideprinces]

tell me abt the spider-man oc rn do it do it do it /lh (if you want to obv <3)

YOU JUS OPENED A CAN OF WORMS THAT I DONT THINK YOU WANTED TO . NO GOIN BACK NOW <3333

their name is sylvester, sylv for short !!!! they were bitten by a spider by made by this company when they were 17-ish n it gave them like really weird powers n shit like !!!! they could last really long in cold areas n cold shit doesnt bother them n they had these organic webs n stuff ??? anyway they were fightin this one person one time n their hand kinda went . bye . SO THEY TOOK A BREAK !!!!

theyre in college now n 23 !!! they go on patrol one night n meet this kid morty who got bit by a spider from the same company but he has a different powerset than sylv ANYWAY they come back to train morty !!!! they eventually move on to takin down the company that mdae the spiders :] (but mortys leg almost got blown up in the process which . traumatized them Both jus... jus a tad)

their first girlfriend was this girl in france that they met while they were abroad durin their gap year before college when they were 19 !!!! they broke up quickly but their gf became a french version of spider-man ig SDJKFLFJKLS

their second gf is their best friend christie n they r v cute i love their relationship sm <33333

there was this strange thing they had goin on w a serial killer villain before they retired but they dont like to think ab that :D

OH they can also like conjure ice n freeze shit if they get pissed enough but it takes a lot of energy !!!! they first found out ab it after morty went boom so thats always fun !!!!

they took a break from bein snow spider (placeholder name i think for them rn ??? might keep it who knows) after the whole morty gettin blown up thing or whatever but then mortys sister gets kidnapped while in europe !!!! so that happens !!!! n sylvs ex gf is there too !!!! sylv almost dies . they also meet some more heroes in other countries !!!! i dont see the concept of heroes in other continents shown much so i thought it would be Fun to have them go abroad <3

theres . a lot . w sylv SJLDKFFSJKLD i dunno if theyre Quite as fucked up as mortys qpp hugo but theres definitely Somethin goin on w sylv :D more stuff i havent mentioned JDKFSLDFSJKL