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Holly had spent the morning studying for her practical exam, and while she probably should have still been seated at her desk for another few hours, the woman decided that a change of scenery and an afternoon pick-me-up would be exactly what she needed to keep going. With her laptop open and her books already splayed out across a table nearby, Holly made her way up to the register and ordered herself a hot chai, along with her favorite apple danish.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. But we just sold the last one. Is there anything else I can get for you?" the cashier smiled apologetically, before waving her hand in the direction of the previous customer. As her blue eyes followed the woman's painted fingertips, it wasn't long before Holly caught sight of the olive-green cardigan and nearly forgot her words altogether. "N-No, that'll be all, thank you."
At first all she could do was stare, allowing her brain to process the fact that for once, this was not a dream. Nathaniel Strauss was standing right there before her, in what had once been their favorite cafe. And not only had he taken a piece of her with him, but now he had taken the joy out of eating her favorite pastry what would have otherwise been a perfect October day.
As all of her hurt and all of her anger began to bubble beneath the surface, Holly took a few steps toward him, her eyes widening as she spoke with a sudden and rather exaggerated confidence. "Oh my god, you're that one author right? Maâ Mar? Matthew something, isn't it? You know, I just have to say.. I really admire your research and dedication to the writing process. Not every crime novelist would go as far as to become a missing person themselves."
Location: Everything Goes Starter for: @hollyparkcr
He'd been going to the popular town cafe most days since he arrived back in town, only to grab a to-go coffee, at different times of the day, just to see if he would run into her. Once upon a time, they had both been regulars there and they'd spent more time splitting their favourite cake or pastry than he cared to calculate. In some ways, with their quieter side and cosy loving demeanours, it had been their spot.
But then he screwed it all up.
The weather had cooled down slightly and as a breeze rolled through town, it was like it brought a wave of sudden tension to his shoulders, although he couldn't quite figure out why. Maybe it was because he was verging on creepy with how often he was popping into the bakery, hoping to see the one person who brought light into the shadows of his mind.
It was a quiet day and it hadn't taken him long to have his black coffee, one sugar, in hand whilst his sandwich was heated up. He hadn't even considered the possibility that he'd actually see her, not after so many attempts, in the most cowardly way he could find, but as the door opened and his head snapped up, there she was. She was even more beautiful than he remembered and at the sight of her, he felt his throat dry, his lips part and his shoulders tighten even more.
There she was. And all he could do was stare.
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it's legit so funny watching all the hardcore rule-loving bros on instagram shit their pants just because they were 'forced' to watch someone else dm in the main campaign. cry about it. aabria iyengar be upon ye.
#they legit run out of facts real fast and they rewrite their own narrative in 2 replies#âshe doesn't know how to calculate encountersâ ok both matt and brennan have had instances of non-intended tpks. ??#matt has had this happen *twice* this campaign. if it weren't for FCG. both otohan's fights were severely badly calculated#but because it's matt he can get the pass#brennan forgets spell checks all the time (as it's usual) and gives the help action for free 99% of the time#and many more and it's normal because not 1 dm will be perfect and remember legit every rule#like c'mon honey your sexism is showing and it ain't cute#they're hating on her for the very same reasons they uplift matt and brennan#âbrennan is so good at improvisingâ meanwhile aabria's âreactions to players are just too callous and dramaticâ#how about you suck on a lemon and watch aabria rock your shit on four hours how 'bout that#this has been an excellent reminder of why i don't interact with the CR fandom outside of tumblr (:#what does the fox say
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Me: no really if you missed even one birth control pill you better double check you aren't pregnant.
#can you feel that thick rod begging for entrance#back and forth back and forth across your lips finding the perfect angle of entry#his adidas interfere but his cock is pre'ing let me in#đ€ honey we were never âjust friendsâ it was always way more than that#her & her i like to turn you on baby#when heaven is out on the street with the heat of the the night#It's fine we fuck and I feel better#don't you feel like an owned object when anyone says the magical ownership of All Hallow's Eve though#like you just want to be owned and have attention paid to you#and I can give that to you....we can give that to you#emotional attachment to a chick version of myself? oh I could see that#like she will think my drug use was nothing in comparison I reckon#me: *nods* so she likes ice though huh....yeah I can see that being a thing#you have a few nieces I guess.... đ€ well a few full ones anyway#a few who have way too much of the other half of us#she's like i smoke because I like it when i smoke#and I'm like oh ok yaaaaaas hypnotize me#when I click those videos I know what I am signing up for#just stare at you for a few minutes no words#yes please do say words to me though let's see how 27 years of hearing have done you.#well we both have the same life path number it's ridiculous to discuss between us#and she's like.....can i play with your 2 2#your destiny is facing and conquering that sexy fear of 7#mine is 7 children I guess*gulp.... fuck*#and two twins for her#his and mine#mine is a freak tho......#here I was in 2014 finally spilling my guts over what you had accused me of to her years ago#except it was like all lowkey and shit as far as the external world knew#...we knew tho.....we knew
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ok guys its not funny anymore when is d&p hard lauching im starting to getting anxious /hj
#this is mostly in jest bc idk if they will and im okay with that they do what they feel comfortable and their life is none of my business#but if they plan to. can they do it faster. had a moment rewatching BIG where it got to me... wow... theyve had something REALLY special#for 15 years huh. dan is finally living his truth and a life happier than before but during this journey he had phil at a such important#point of his life. they endured so much. and probably fucked up in between bc we humans arent perfect and thats ok we make mistakes even if#they might hurt the person we love but hey. they persevered and now are thriving even more than before#and i got so emotional like... dudes... i want to tell you both thru the means where is possible for me that im so proud and so happy#for you both and you work and your journey and for experiencing pure queer joy that all queer people deserve#BUT LIKE AS MUCH AS ALL OF IT IS OBVIOUS AND SERIOUSLY DONT EVEN NEED A VERBAL CONFIRMATION ITS CLEARLY AS ITS PRESENTED#IDK I FEEL LIKE THEY HARDLAUNCHING WOULD GIVE LIKE. A SENSE OF PERMISSION FOR ME.#LIKE HEY WERE CHOOSING OURSELVES TO TELL YOU THIS INFORMATION ABOUT OUR PRIVATE LIFE#AND NOW YOURE FREE TO TALK ABOUT IT BECAUSE WE WANT TO HAVE A UPPERHAND ON THIS ON OUR PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIP#SO ITS A BOUNDARY FOR US AND FOR YOU#AND ILL BE LIKE THANK YOU FOR THE PERMISSION. SO HAPPY FOR YOU MARRIAGE OF 15 YEARS#idk guys im weird i genuinely just like to treat celebrities like theyre just another human being i find while i go on about my day#it even took me a while to read phan rpf fics not bc i thought it was like OOOO PROBLEMATIQUE but bc i felt genuinely guilty even tho i#joined the phan bandwagon back in the day#i only let myself joke nowadays bc theyre more open and comfortable with it and such so like... i allowed myself for that and the jokes#but still. o|-< i get embarassed sometimes just bc theyve not publicaly disclosed what ARE they NOW (outside of all the soulmate metaphors)#its not a them problem tho its a me problem im too empathic for no reason#ANYWAYS SORRY FOR YAPPING ON THE TAGS CAN YOU TELL I MANAGED TO BUY MY ADHD MEDS AGAIN#j.txt
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Guys (HAHAHHAHAHA OH MY. GOOOOOOOOOGGOGOD GUY. LIKE FROM *GETS TORN APART BY A MECHANICAL HOUND*) if I go completely off my rocker and start shitting out scythe content like as in from the book arc of a scythe DONT PANIC Iâm still into f451 itâs just that my schoolâs cruel and unjust hand is FORCING me to move on from my dear late wife also known as my current hyperfixation FAHRENHEIT 451 which to be clear I am NOT READY TO DO but because of HORRIBLE and UNUSUAL CIRCUMSTANCES I will most likely be taking to the LITTLE FREE SPEECH I HAVE and unloading all of my SCYTHE RELATED PSYCHOLOGICAL TURMOIL into the WILDLANDS OF MY SHITTY ACCOUNT. (theyâre making me draw something for scythe, but Iâm still into f451) so if you see me scytheposting itâs because. Itâs because I HAAAAVE TO. I HAVETOI HAVETO I HAVETOIHAVTEOTHAVTEOHAVTEOHAVETO NO CHOICE IN THIS MATTER I HAVE TO I
#not that I donât like scythe btw I just think thatâs Fahrenheit 451 is BETTER. and donât lecture me I read the entire SERIES okay like the p#plot is fine I just think that f451âs writing holds a lot more artistic merit#flowery and poetic or soem shit. love that bro#scythe is a bit lacking on the metaphors imo#again I LOVE BOTH OK but Ray Bradbury writing style đđ#stinkygirldays pee you!!!!!!! đĄ#unshowered#this is soooooooooooooo#hashtag POOPY!#Mildred save me. pour a lethal dosage down into my gullet and hold my hand tight as the poison rots my liver and tears my body apart#clutch my teary face into meeting the pallidity of yours and speak to me of those dazzling parlor walls and that happy dancing family#maybe together in the afterlife weâll meet that picture perfect life youâve always dreamt of#or maybe weâll meet in a thicket of greedy flickering flames#a just punishment for turning our backs on those who burned in the waking world. you and I#the same oxygen that gave us life was just as quick to take it. but we were dumb. we were ignorant#and so we too shall burn#SAVE ME MILDRED. SSAAAAVE MEEEEEE#I donât wanna dfraw đąđ
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LOOK at my FUCKING husbands BOY!!!!!!!!!!!
#ot3: â€rhymeđeasyđ#tape entry circa 1980#SCREAMIGN CRYING PUNCHING THE WALLS#I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!#GENUINELY HOW IS IT PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE TO LOVE 2 PEOPLE THIS MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!#IM GOING TO GODDAMN IM/EXPLODE SIMULTANEOUSLY#MIS BEBES MY SOULMATES...#damn whats the proper word for it in spanish again hdfsjk#WELL#IDK MAN THEY JUST ARE MY FR SOULMATES!!! IT WAS LIKE I WAS MADE FOR THEM AND THEY WERE MADE FOR ME!!!!!#everything abt their individual personalities fit me and im the perfect median between them#so i help them a lot w their own stuff as well as being the middle ground when they argue hfjsd#but their love for MUSIC really ties my so strongly to them on top of it all....#music is SO important to me its my life and its THEIR life and i want to talk abt music for hours w them both#to put together albums w them and perform them on stage together wahh#and a big element too is theyre from the 80s...#it feels kinda stupid to say but i genuinely feel like i was meant to have lived in the 80s and im at all times feeling homesick for it#thats why collecting and playing records and cassette tapes are really really important to me#when i play them it feels at least in those moments that im ok... im home im where im meant to be#thats also why i dress the way i do why i try so hard to fit every part of the 80s#so my life w my min and ryan make me happy... thats our reality together yknow#to know they dont know anything abt this modern day auhh#i just wish i could go home w them back then yknow and be free of all this#at least i can draw it... though i wish i was better at drawing lol#theyre just so important to me... more than anything#i love them more than anything and i will ALWAYS love them they will ALWAYS be a part of me
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I want to hang out with Holden caulfield so bad. I would have such an intelligent conversation with this young man I think and I would probably just go with him wherever the fuck until he got tired of me.
#ok in my head im imagining this happening when were both 24. and not me just following some kid around#look i dont know im just relating way too much to this guy its actually crazy#ohh red flag oh hes a red flag...ok well we cant all be perfect#ohhh hes pretentious...so are you and you love it...you live for it...this is the pretentiousness website
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A/n: For all my weird tumblr smut AO3 girls Synopsis: No one expects the weird girl to have such a good pussy. Warnings: Male whimpering, squirting, pussy drunk men, pervert y/n, unprotected sex
No one suspects the weird girl to be a perverted fiend.
No one suspects the weird girl who reads AO3 and Tumblr on the bus and has key chains of their favorite chibi anime guy. No one suspects the girl who fumbles over their words during a presentation, the girl who goes to classes in sweaters and sweatpants, the girl who spends her time daydreaming about fictional scenarios. No one suspects the girl who always seems shy and sweet, only to have a secret stash of explicit fanfiction hidden on her phone, the kind that would make even the most confident person turn red.
And of course, no one expects the weird girl to have such good pussy.
So when the confident, smooth-talking guy gets you in his bedroom, how the hell is it possible that he is trembling from pleasure just from slipping his tip in?
"Fuck, I c-canâtâ" he groans, his voice breaking as he stumbles over the words. His usual cool demeanor is completely shattered, replaced with breathless gasps and desperate sounds. His head is thrown back, neck taut, and his eyes are screwed shut like heâs trying to hold onto every ounce of composure, terrified that if he opens them, the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through him will slip away. Every time your pussy squeezes around his aching dick his body trembles uncontrollably, muscles tensing and relaxing in waves as he tries to keep himself together.
"Look at me," you coo, your voice steady despite the pounding of your own heart. You may be practically a virgin, but you're by no means an idiot. Hours of reading smut, scrolling through Twitter porn threads, and indulging in endless fantasies have taught you more than you'd ever admit. You've spent too many nights alone, lost in stories and scenes where you imagined yourself in control, learning every filthy detail in your mind until it felt like second nature. So now, laying here with him unraveling over you, you're anything but inexperienced.
He locks eyes with you, big and desperate and you cup his perfect face with trembling hands.
"You're mine tonight ok?" you whisper, bringing him in just enough for your breath to tickle his lips, your voice low and dripping with confidence you didn't know you had. "Every sound, every breathâyour mine."
"F-fuck, y-yeah I'm yours" he groans, accentuating his words with a sharp thrust right into your cervix, knocking the wind out of you.
"Mmm!" You cry. Itâs painful, but in the pain is so much pleasure. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides in and out of you, gripping the sheets with his supporting hand as your hot, wet entrance swallows his cock. Instinctively, you're cunt squeezed around the foreign intrusion, trying to push it out, making him let out a low groan of his own as he thrusts even deeper into you.Â
âY/n I-I can feel you doing it to me,â he says hoarsely.
His fingers gently press into the skin of your hip, guiding and steadying you as he pulls back and thrusts into you. The sudden friction and collision with your G-spot makes your brain go fuzzy. Ticklish pleasure courses through your veins and you immediately throw your head back against the wall as he rams into you.
"Hnghh, s-so good~~" You whine. It was dizzying, the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls every time he backed his hips up.
Simultaneously, his other hand sought yours, finding it with a purposeful tenderness. His fingers intertwined with yours, locking them together in a grip that was both a clasp and a caress.
"Were we doing it like this in your head baby?" He grunts, his Adam apple bobs as he groans from the pleasure of how fucking heavenly your pussy feels. "Because this is how we were doing it in mine." He felt good? Try euphoric. How could it be possible that pussy feels this good?
You can't even open your mouth to respond. The friction of his dick against your walls is just too good and as his pace intensified, a dizzying warmth spread through you, filling every corner of your being with a euphoric haze. The sensation of being completely enveloped, utterly connected, sent electric flesh arrows of pleasure through your body, making your eyes flutter and roll back slightly in sheer bliss. Every motion he makes, every time his fat tip collides with your cervix, leaves behind a trail of sparkling heat that seems to light you from within.
And of course, no one expects the weird girl to be a squirter.
You don't know whats happening and you don't have enough to warn him. Release washed over you in an all-encompassing wave, radiating out from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes. It swept through you like a storm, leaving a trail of starbursts in its wake. Your body arched instinctively, clinging to him as the wave crested, then gently, slowly, began to ebb.
He stills his motion and watches through wide eyes as clear liquid sprays onto his abdomen and you tremble and moan. As you floated back down from the heights of bliss, your breath came easier, softer, the lingering aftershocks of pleasure pulsing gently through you.
"Why did you stop?" You whisper.
Sukuna, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro
#weirdgirlpussy
#jjk smut#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#geto x reader#sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo smut#geto smut#toji smut#toji x reader smut#toji x reader#gojo x reader smut#sukuna x reader smut#jjk x reader smut
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:((((((((( i ran out of tags . tumblr hates to see me thrive!!!!!!!
ok niku just . read the tags first and then come back here ok đđ i have a lot i still need to say this is so important to me . this fic changed my life .
(WARNING this got long âŠ.. really long âŠ.. mysteriously. i got carried away đ PLS donât feel the need to respond to any of this btw i mean that sincerely i know this is kind of a Lot i just need you to know much i adored this fic <3333)
BACK TO GOJO ok so his talk w readerâŠâŠ it was just so satisfying to see them finally get to tell someone about their experience. it mustâve been such a great feeling for them !!!! to get some of it off their chest :((( ⊠and to have Gojo Fucking Satoru our safe harbour of a man there to believe them and listen to them and reassure them. heâs so mature when it comes down to it and you captured that so wellâŠâŠ like as much as he acts childish and teasing this is exactly how i picture him interacting w someone he doesnât know in a situation like this!! heâs flirty and unserious but he tells you heâll protect you and means it. (iâm so down bad it physically hurts)
sorry iâm abt to go on a tangent i think BUT I JUST đđ really⊠REALLY love their dynamicâŠ. how it evolves so much even though he doesnât even know reader exists for most loops!! and to them heâs just this beautiful Something that they canât help but look atâŠâŠ âinhumanly attractiveâ is a great way to put it like heâs justâŠ.. this magnetic forceâŠâŠâŠ.. and i feel like even before they speak to him for the first time they probably find some kind of hope in him.
AND thatâs so important bc to me thatâs like . the main Theme of the fic? hope. reader has to find some kind of hope to make it through shibuya and more often than not they find it in gojo!!! in just seeing a familiar handsome face, in learning how to navigate the timeline through his actions, in talking to him and finally having him on their side. their choice to trust him fully at the end just made me soooo insane. and obv the hope theme continues even after that because gojo believes in them!!! believes that theyâll be okay in the prison realmâŠ.. more on that later actually bc i Still. have a lot to talk abt đđđ iâm just wildly flipping through my notes at this point iâm sorry to throw this at u when weâve barely interacted but in my defense this fic reached into my actual skull and started rewiring my brain so!!!! yeah.
i got completely sidetracked there but . yes!! the conversation between them when gojo gets sent back in time is. so good!!!!! so wonderfully written!!!!! i havenât mentioned it that much yet i think but i love your writing i devoured every lineâŠâŠ i struggle w the flow of my own writing SO much but this just flows so incredibly well??? it was sm fun to read????? and the rhythm of the paragraphs (that sounds. Insane but i hope u know what i mean đđ) is so distinct!!! and ofc there are SO many banger lines in this in generalâŠ. the gore descriptions and the lines abt reader and their fixation on hope. on gojo!! âHe's a terrifying sort of beauty and you can't help but be captivated by him.â <- this is just one example but!! idk iâm just so enamored by ur writing style.
and the dialogue!!!!!!!! i cried!!!!!! itâs so consistently gojoâŠ. him going all âoh?â âinterestingâŠâ but not explaining anything ⊠the âding ding ding!â after making reader guess what he should just be telling them (itâs the teacher in him <33) AND AND AND these too!!!! :3
âJust think of it like having a lot of MP.â
âYou know, your technique kind of reminds me of save scumming.âÂ
THEY JUST FEEL SO CANON thatâs our gojoâŠâŠ thatâs exactly what he would sayâŠâŠ heâs so unserious and so funny and so charming đđ sigh.
ANDDDDD reader telling him good luck!!!! gojo beaming and squeezing their shoulder!!!!! the lil wave!!!!! đ„șđ„ș that made me smile so wide niku heâs so infuriatingly cute . it felt so genuine!!!! pls know that this gojo will probably live in my brain forever like genuinely . iâve been brainrotting over him all week and this was the final nail in the coffin. iâll never be free.
ok but also !!!! extremely important !!!!!!! before i get to the ending i just need to tell u . how much i loved kenjaku in this âŠâŠâŠ.. kenjaku nation (me & six others) will never forget these crumbs of content like he just feels so real!!!!! and heâs so interesting!!!!! made me realize how truly down bad i am for him bc these lines made me so fucking happy đđ brain started releasing serotonin like CRAZY iâm so ashamed.
âYou can come out, you know.â
âHow interesting.â
"I'll be nice, though. I'll make it painless."
âŠâŠ.. heâs just âŠ.. yeah. yeahhhhh. đđ iâll never be normal abt him. i think itâs SUCH an interesting detail that he always makes readerâs death painless in every single loopâŠ. he never lies about it. that feels so in character to me too!!! heâs kinda fascinated at first and when that interest disappears he kills them. but he doesnât make it unecessarily cruel because thereâs just. no need. kenjaku is a sicko but heâs oddly polite at times and iâm justâŠâŠ. yeah. gonna need you to take over for gege akutami actually đđ get in the writerâs chair!!! the fandom needs u!!!!!
wait while weâre on this topic pls just know the entire confrontation between reader and kenjaku was one of my favorite moments in the entire fic <333 not JUST because iâm a kenny stan okâŠâŠâŠ readerâs resignation and âI appreciate it.â made my brain spin because itâs just . kinda chilling? kinda sick? that they arenât even really afraid of death anymore⊠or more like theyâre just so frighteningly used to it.
AND AND ANDDDD niku your writing in this scene đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ« gutted me like a fish.
Time doesn't flow in the box. He didn't lie. You die again.
i exploded btw . ackkk i wish i could explain it better i just!!! :< adore your writing. these lines made me go completely batshit theyâre just so good. and the âtime doesnât flow in the boxâ line ⊠how that ties in with the ending and readerâs choice. whewww.
segway time <3333 this is the final rant i promise!!! i just need to talk about the ending bc it was so perfect and like many other things in this fic it made me insane âŠ. have i said that already âŠ. probably at least a couple times đđđ itâs true ok!! itâs just sooo interesting to me and obviously so wellwritten and fitting and just. thematically ties everything together so well? i was FLOORED
hhhhh i donât know where to begin so iâll just start w the final convo between reader and gojo :> he asks for their name !!!!!!! i cried !!!!!!!!!! calling someone by their name or knowing their name as a form of like . Closeness or Affection is one of my greatest weaknesses and i also think itâs soooo telling that GOJO wants to know Your Name. he wants to know you. to hear that from someone who seems so inhumanly beautiful and violentâŠ.. for him to kind of extend a final olive branch and attempt to connect w you :((((( it just says so much without spelling it out and i. started chewing at my desk. itâs so good!!!!!!! such a genius way to tie everything together!!!! and readerâs final words to himâŠ
âThank you, Satoru Gojo.â You burn the glittering glow of his brilliant bright blue eyes into your mind. And then, everything is engulfed in an unending black.Â
first of all!!! so so sooooo pretty. wowow. second of all THE THANK YOU âčïžâčïžâčïžâčïžâčïž thatâs also such a perfect conclusionâŠâŠ.. reader finally put their trust in someone and had that faith returned. and they thank him!!!! i like to think it means something to gojo tooâŠ. likeeee how often do people really thank him for what he does? how often is his hard work to protect people acknowledged and appreciated? sorry to bring gojo back into the discussion all the time sadly i AM in love w himâŠ.. đđ and this fic made it worse so technically itâs your fault. kind of.
okay so my brain is kinda spinning away again so iâll get to the final final thing!!!! for real this time!!!!! readerâs decision to be imprisoned in gojoâs stead⊠thatâs so . genius? iâm so in awe??????? it makes so much sense from a character perspective based on what theyâve been through â after being at the mercy of time for so long, wouldnât it be nice to be free of it? completely? itâs almost kind of chilling and just the idea of it scares me LMAO but it makes sm sense that reader would be drawn to it.
AND like i mentioned before!!! how it leads to a deeper connection between them and gojo, and how at the very end of the fic heâs the one who has faith in them. faith that theyâll be alright, of sound mind.
âŠâŠ and that brings me to the final final final thing because. itâs just like the opening poem!! reader is the cat in the box. nobody can say for sure if theyâre alright, not to mention alive, until the box is opened. and we donât get to know!!! you leave us on a cliffhanger and thatâs so good bc it really is like the cat in the boxâŠ. we can only wonder but it also gives us the freedom to decide for ourselves if we think they come out okay or not and iâm justâŠâŠâŠâŠ.. in love. with this fic. and the ending and the reader and gojo and you.
hopefully youâve noticed atp but i really did go completely insane reading this đđ i said it at the beginning but just to reiterate!!: for SURE one of my all time favorite gojo fics . AND loopfics in generalâŠ. thank you sm for your hard work :â3 aaaa i canât tell u how much i admire the time you spent working on this??? your storytelling and writing and characterization skills????? i genuinely feel sooo giddy and excited and happy rn bc. i just adored this fic!!!! iâm so lucky i got to read it!!!!! :33 pls pat your gojo on the head from me and let him know i love himâŠ. itâll boost his ego but thatâs a risk iâm willing to take đđ i hope you have theeeee loveliest day or night a human being can have bc you made mine <3333333
beyond the unending night (reader + satoru gojo)
notes: it's finally here. the long awaited halloween fic. yes, i know it's march, but i did start working on it in september. haha. there's so much i could say, but i will leave it at that this fic is, in every sense, a fic that i would not normally write. and yet here we are.
contains: f!reader (no physical description or gendered language is used), no explicit romantic pairing (though you don't have to look hard to find the reader x gojo implications), major character death (played with), semi-graphic depictions of death, blood and violence, minor suicide ideation, canon retelling (lines of dialogue are pulled from the jjk english dub because i'm a dirty dub watcher). opening poem is from higurashi no naku koro ni (minagoroshi-hen). fic title is from giga's beyond the way.
please note that this is a time loop fic and, by nature contains repeating scenes (particularly from canon). please do not read this fic if you do not like that sort of thing.
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Please tell me what happened in this night. It's like the cat inside the box.
Please tell me what happened in this night. You don't know if the cat in the box is dead or alive. Please tell me what happened in this night. The cat in the box was dead.
The first time, it is instantâ you donât even know whatâs happening.
The second, it is by flame, but you barely realize it, barely feel itâ a second of mind numbing heat before nothing.
The third time, it is something slicing across your throat; you see the blood spilling everywhere, then the pain followsâ a moment of pure agony before nothing.
The fourth time you realize whatâs going on; whatâs really going on.
You realize youâve been dying.
You think your head is going to explode.
At first, you think itâs because the subway platform is crowded, insanely soâ there are hundreds of people shoved into this space alongside you, packed like sardines in a can. Youâve never been one for crowds, but itâs the reality of things when you live in Tokyo. For the most part, youâve learned to accept it, but even this crowd is a little much and you wish you hadnât listened to your friends when they said you should go party in Shibuya for Halloween; you donât even like partying.
Thereâs a sharp pain in your temple followed by a thought so loud that it feels like someone is screaming it at you through a megaphone positioned right next to your ear.
Itâs the night of October 31, 2018â Halloween in Shibuya.
For the eighth time.
Before you can even question the thought, images flash in your mindâs eye, blurry at first before they come into focus. The platform gates open. Chaos ensues. People dropping onto the subway tracksâ spontaneously bursting into flameâ their heads, necks sliced off, stomachs cut openâ
Bile rapidly builds up in your throat, and you clamp your jaw shut, trying to force it down. Not here. Not now. You try to focus on something else, anything else happening outside of your brain. Thereâs a pair next to you musing about the people standing on the subway tracks, wondering what the two (the four?) of them are talking about. You blink back tears as you look. You can only see two: a freakishly tall man with white hair dressed in all black, and another man, dressed in strange, yet more traditional looking garb. Are those costumes too? You donât have a lot of time to think about it as another image forces its way into your brain.
Your corpseâ lifeless on the ground.
Your corpseâ burning to ash.
Your corpseâ bleeding out.
You canât hold it in any more. Every fiber in your being screams at you to get away from the subway tracks, but instead you rush toward them, shoving people left and right as your hands desperately reach the stability of the gate. You grip it like a lifeline as you retch over the side of it, the contents of your stomach spilling all over the subway tracks.
Thereâs a quiet murmur of disgust behind you but you canât be bothered to respond. You need to get out of here. You need to leave. You need to do it beforeâ
The gates open and the crowd starts to move like a tidal wave, pushing and shoving their way through the gate. Youâre swept away, vomit long forgotten as you and a few dozen others tumble onto the railway.
Alarm bells go off in your brain, loud and deafening. A voice in the back of your head screams for you to get off the track! Get off the track now beforeâ
The platform erupts into a cacophony of screams, drenched in horror, saturated in fear. You are surrounded by people, by corpsesâ beheaded, sliced open, bursting into flames.
Your terror roots you to the ground as the carnage ensues around you. Itâs only when another person, another corpse, dressed in a magical girl costume collides with your body that you can finally move. But itâs too late, you realize, despaired and helpless, as your bodies fall to the ground.
Itâs too late.
You die an eighth time.
You think your chest is going to explode.
At first, you think itâs because itâs so hard to breathe, frustratingly soâ there are hundreds of people squeezed into this space alongside you, packed like cattle for slaughter. You've never been one for crowds, but itâs the reality of things when youâre in Shibuya. For the most part, youâve come to accept it, but this crowd is way too much and you wish you had just stayed home and ordered a pizza; though honestly, the thought of pizza kind of makes you sick.
Thereâs a dull throbbing in your forehead, followed by a thought so loud that it feels like someoneâs hollering at you from a loudspeaker thatâs been installed in your brain.
Itâs the night of October 31, 2018â Halloween in Shibuya.
You think it's the ninth time now.
Behind you, you hear a woman screaming, her voice crazed and terrified. You turn your head automatically to look at her and when you see her you realize you recognize her yellow and white magical girl costume. You can say with certainty that youâve never seen her before and yetâ
Before you can ruminate more on it, imagesâ memories assault your mindâs eye with a clarity that is absolutely sickening. That woman colliding into you, your bodies slamming into the subway tracks before you bothâ Your stomach churns violently,
and you feel like youâre going to puke, but you force it downâ can't afford to right now. Instead, you make your way over to the woman.
Her head is in her hands as she mutters over and over again about how everyone is going to die. People around her figure that being stuck in here with the crowd has probably gotten to her. You, however, know better.
â...hey,â you say softly.
Her muttering comes to an abrupt halt and slowly she raises her head to look at you. Thereâs a flash of recognition in her eyes and she grabs you violently by the shoulders. âYou! You know, donât you? That weâre going to die?â
If it werenât for the fact that you have indeed experienced death here eight times already, then you would have thought sheâs lost her mind. Slowly, you nod and she seems relieved by it, her grip on you loosening.
You canât help but feel a little relieved tooâ glad to know that youâre not the only one experiencing this nightmare. Thereâs a voice in the back of your mind thatâs confused though. Why is she only remembering now? But then again, it took you a few times before you realized yourself.
Around you people start to gasp, and you glance back toward the railway to see an abnormally tall man with white hair and dressed in all black jump down from the atrium onto the railway. He lands rather gracefully for someone who jumped at least one floor and starts to converse with the other three people (you think they're peopleâ two of them are in some pretty wild costumes) on the track.
Wait. Isnât it supposed to be just two people: the tall man and the one in the traditional clothes? Where did the other two come from?
âWe have to get out of here,â the woman says. âBefore they kill us.â
Her grip shifts from your shoulders to your arms and she starts to shove at everyone around you, trying to force her way through. She seems to know, just as well as you do, that any second now the gates will open and the crowd will start spilling onto the railway, littering the tracks with bodies and ash. Neither of you can let yourselves get swept up with the rest. If you do and you end up on those tracks, youâre as good as dead.
People move aside at a snail's pace, many of them too focused on trying to see what is going on on the subway tracks. This isn't good. You need to move faster or elseâ
The collective sound of the gates opening echoes in your head, a metallic hiss that makes your stomach fold into itself. Before either of you can stop yourselves, you both whip your heads back to look, to confirm, but itâs a mistake.
The briefest lapse in attention is enough to pull you both into the current of people, and try as you might to fight against it, the crowd splits you and the woman apart as it swallows you both whole. Youâre both spat onto the tracks at the edge of the platform and your head collides with the metal rails of the track. It feels like your skull is about to crack in two, and it takes every fiber in your being to scramble to your feet. You're close enough to the platform that if you can just climb up it, then you'll beâ
âHelp! Help!â
Itâs the womanâs voice. You turn to see that she ended up a couple meters away from you. Sheâs staring at you, eyes brimming with fear filled tears as she extends her hand in your direction. You take a step toward her, reaching out.
And then, her entire body is engulfed in flames, the skirt of her magical girl costume a ring of fiery death around her.
Her blood curdling scream is the only thing you can hear, her burning flesh, the only thing you can see. You donât know what to do.
You canât save her.
There's something touching your back. You can barely feel the pressure, but it's hot, scorching hot, mind numbingly hot, painfully hothothot.
You know this sensation. You have felt it before. The scent of burning cloth, burning hair, burning flesh clogs your nostrils. It's too late, you realize, helpless, despaired as the flames eat at your bodyâ your soon to be corpse.
It's too late.
You die a ninth time.
Itâs October 31, 2018â Halloween in Shibuya.
This is the tenth time.
Your head hurts, but you ignore it. Thereâs something more important that you need to attend to. You immediately make your way to the woman you met during your last round, the one you watched burn to death. Her costume is still pristine, unmarred by fire and death.
For now.
Sheâs not screaming this time and while thereâs a little voice in the back of your mind thatâs concerned by this, you try to ignore it.
âUm, excuse me?â you say when she doesnât acknowledge you as you approach.
The woman turns to look at you. Youâre taken aback by the distinct lack of recognition and it feels almost as if the woman you encountered previously and the one before you now are two separate people. In a way, they technically are.
âDo I⊠know you?â she finally asks when you donât say anything.
Your mouth is dry. How do you even answer that? You donât know her. You just watched her die twice. You know her. She begged you for help. You couldnât save her.
If you explain all of this you know sheâs just going to think youâve lost your mind. Maybe you already haveâ youâve died nine times after all.
You give her a weak smile. âI⊠just wanted to tell you that you think your costume looks great.â
She blinks, taken aback by your words. Thereâs no doubt that she wasnât expecting you to say that. Itâs the truth though, her costume is nice; sheâs dressed up as a character from a magical girl anime that was popular a couple years ago.
âThank you! I made it myself!â The woman breaks out into a genuine smile and your heart hurts. In a few moments sheâll die and the costume she worked so hard to make will be nothing but ash on the subway tracks.
âSorry,â you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
âFor?â
For watching her die. For not being able to save her.â...I just kind of came up to you all of a suddenâŠâ
She laughs. âItâs okay.â
Itâs not.
You consider telling her that she should try to move. That if she stays here she will die. You donât want her to die. Again. You can still hear her screaming in your ears as she burned to death. You want to tell her.
You donât.
âStay safe, okay?â you say. It almost sounds like youâre begging.
She gives you another smile, kind and gentle and you think youâre far too undeserving of it for not telling her what fate will soon befall her. âYou too.â
âIâll try,â you say and move away from the woman just as the gates open and the crowd surges toward the railway. You do not fight it as you are swept up into the crowd and despite what you said, you do not try, this time, to stay safe.
You die for the tenth time.
Itâs October 31, 2018â Halloween in Shibuya.
This is the fourteenth time.
Thereâs a slight ache in your head, but itâs subtle enough that you can ignore it. The pain you feel lessens with each round and you think itâs a sign that your body no longer feels the need to remind you of the precarious situation that youâre in.
Or maybe you are just becoming numb to everything: your death, the death of the people around you, the death of the woman in the magical girl costumeâ
You try not to think about it too much as you reach into your bag to check the time on your phone: 8:37PM. Thereâs not a lot of time: you need to move.
At the very end of your last attempt to escape this nightmare you realized something. You need to know exactly what is going on around you so you can plan accordingly: where to not stand, where to not go. Up until now, youâve relied almost solely on the knowledge gained from your previous failures to try and survive, but obviously itâs not enough to keep you alive. Youâre not sure why you didnât realize this earlier. The panic, maybe? The fear?
Maybe you really are becoming numb to all this.
Unlike previous iterations, this time you elect to move closer to the gate, positioning yourself somewhere against it where youâre unlikely to be pushed off the platform in a couple minutes when they open. You take great care to place yourself where you can see the ones responsible for the slaughter very clearly. At the beginning, you could only see one, the one who looks the most human, but with each repetition, the other two have become more and more clear. You wonder why. You donât have time to think about it.
Murmurs nearby alert you to the arrival of the fourth major player involved in the nightâs events. You look up and see the white haired man dressed in all black descending upon the platform like an angel from the heavens. This is your first time really looking at him and you realize thereâs something almost inhumanly attractive about him. You canât quite put your finger on it, but it occurs to you that you shouldnât even try; you donât have the time to be drooling over some handsome stranger.
Youâve naturally never taken the time to try and listen to whatever the conversation the man and his opponents have before all hell breaks loose on the platform, but you try and lean closer to listen. Itâs hard to hear over the dozens of conversations going on behind you, but you try anyway. There might be a clue to whatâs actually going onâ or better yet, a clue on how to get out of it.
Itâs obvious that youâre missing context from what bits of the conversation you do manage to hear, but honestly it all sounds like stuff out of a shounen battle manga. There is one part of the exchange that you manage to hear with a startling sort of clarity. It feels almost as if your heart stops beating as your blood turns ice cold in your veins.
âIf I run away, youâre just gonna kill everyone here, right?â the man in black asks.
Thereâs a pause, and if your heart was still beating itâd be long enough for just four heartbeats.
âIf you run away?â The monster with cane repeats, the sadistic grin spreading wide across its features, displaying its charcoal black teeth. The gravelly sound of its voice sets fire to the blood in your veins, your stilled heart thumping wildly, in fear, in anticipation. Soon. Itâs happening soon. You brace yourself. âWeâre going to do that even if you donât!â
You die a fourteenth time.
Itâs October 31, 2018â Halloween in Shibuya.
This is the seventeenth time now.
Things are going surprisingly well, even as the people around you tumble onto the tracks. You manage to hold on, desperation keeping you from falling into the abyss. This is good, you tell yourself, despite the fact that itâs not the first time youâve achieved this. Every little victory is worth celebrating, but you have to remain vigilant. This is yet another information gathering loop, and while you know that maybe this time youâll be lucky and live, thereâs still a chance, a big one, at that, that you will die again.
You have to make the most of each and every death.
Itâs such a morbid thought, but the ends justify the means, or so you tell yourself. If you have to die a few times to make it out of this unending nightmare, then so be it.
The spot youâre in is a good vantage point; itâs easier to see everything happening below you. Itâs so good that itâs actually sickening. You watch as the monster with the cane and one with what looks like branches for eyes slaughter the people on the track, mowing them down, setting them aflame. In another life, in another many lives, that was you down there, and for what feels like the first time in forever, you feel like youâre going to be sick. You feel like, at some point, you likened the scene before you to some kind of shounen battle manga, but you think that was wrong.
This is borderline horror.
Everything plays out before you like a scene out of an action horror flick. If you didnât know better, youâd think you were just an extra on set, but you know the reality is that youâre just an extra to whatever phantasmal battle is taking place in front of you. The monsters and the strangely dressed man all try to attack the man in black, but he manages to block every hit effortlessly, as if he is protected by some sort of invisible barrier. When it seems the two monsters are about to hit him, he merely jumps out of the way and the two monsters seem to collide, the force of their combined strength sending a gust of air throughout the crowd. The man in black neatly lands on a nearby platform half wall and says something about curse users, whatever those are, to the monsters, before he starts to mock them, pulling down his strange blindfold in the process.
And this, youâve found, is where you start to get in trouble.
You clearly remember thinking, at some point, previously, that there was something attractive about this man. You still donât know what it is. You havenât had the time to try and figure it out, but there is one thing that you do know: you canât keep your eyes off of him.
He drops back down onto the tracks, antagonizing his opponents in an arrogant tone as he approaches. When he comes to a stop between the two monsters, the second round of their fight begins. They try to hit him, but he dodges still, gracefully, fluidly, like the three of them are embroiled in some sort of passionate, yet violent dance.
You cannot turn your eyes away as he cruelly rips off one of the arms of the one-eyed monster.
You cannot turn your eyes away as he brutally kicks the branch-eyed monster in the abdomen, sending them flying to the other side of the platform.
You cannot turn your eyes away as he effortlessly hurls the one-eyed, now one-armed monster in the same direction, sending them smashing into the wall.
Only when the man in black seems to fly to the other side is the spell over you seemingly broken. Still, your eyes give chase, and your body too, rushing from one side of the platform to the other. You canât lose sight of this fight, you tell yourself, settling in a spot you recall being safe during your last round. Doing so could mean another death, another loop, another October 31.
You watch as the man in black acrobatically dodges what looks to be vines or roots that the monster with branches for eyes seems to have summoned from the depths of the Tokyo metro. He lands on the monsterâs shoulders, balancing on them as he uses its branch-eyes for leverage. The look in the manâs eyes is so crazed that you can see it from where youâre standing. He says something to it and thenâ
With a feral and sadistic smile, he rips their eyes straight out of their skull.
Your heart is pounding wildly in your chest as you watch the fight unfold. It is horrifyingly, disgustingly violent, yet still you watch as people on the track are killed by the human-like person, blood raining down as their freshly beheaded skulls go flying into the air. He and the one-eyed monster launch their counter attacks against the man in black and the blowback is so intense the power goes out causing everyone to scream.
Thereâs a faint glow where the man in black is standing that starts to grow brighter and brighter. You can make out his form turning to face the wall, and it seems almost like heâs slammed the monster that had branches for eyes against it with some sort of telekinetic power. Despite the panic from the people around you, you manage to hear him, chuckling like a mad man as he draws closer and closer to the monster.
The one-eyed monster yells out a name, a name you think must belong to the man, but he doesnât hear it. He doesnât hear the one-eyed monster as he extends his hands out toward the eyeless monster, exerting some kind of force that you canât really see. He doesnât hear the one-eyed monster as the eyeless monsterâs entire body is vaporized in a flash of blue light. He doesnât hear the one-eyed monster, as the lights flicker back on revealing a smoking crater stained with purple blood where the eyeless monster once stood.
But you do.
Satoru Gojo.
You make sure to remember that.
Itâs October 31, 2018â Halloween in Shibuya.
And this is the eighteenth time.
You watch as the man called Satoru Gojo stalks through the crowd of people on the subway tracks, chasing after the one-eyed fire monster. It throws people at him, in a clear attempt to slow him down.
It does not work.
Satoru Gojo climbs back onto the platform in a way that you can only describe as inhuman, and the people nearby shriek and move away from him, out of terror, out of fear. You, on the other hand, draw closer, refusing to lose sight of him.
He is relentless in his pursuit of the one-eyed monster. It continues to throw person after person at him, but he does not stop and the people float there, suspended in midair before they are gently lowered to the ground by some unseen force and scramble away.
No one dares get close to Satoru Gojo, everyone on the platform seems to know that doing so means certain death, yourself included. But you still feel the need to keep an eye on him. The monster and the strangely dressed man are focusing more on him than the crowdâ anyone in between is just collateral damage.
But not you.
Especially since youâve made it this farâ youâve never made it this far before.
A voice echoes throughout the platform; you realize itâs the automated announcement.
An eight car train is pulling in. Please wait behind the yellow line.
You can hear everyoneâs relief coming from all sides. The train is coming! The train is coming! A ripple of hope makes its way throughout the crowd. With the train comes the chance to get off the platform and the senseless violence thatâs been happening here. Some of the people around you are talking excitedly and others are running toward the gates, toeing the yellow line theyâve been instructed to wait behind. And you, you should be excited, you should be hopeful.
All you feel is dread.
It eats at your stomach, at your chest, at your mind. Clawing and gnawing at you in a way that leaves you paralyzed on the platform. Thereâs something wrong here. You canât be sure because youâve never made it this far, never survived long enough for the train to come, but something is just not right.
No.
You must be paranoid. The train coming is a good thing. It has to be a good thing. You are just paranoid. Itâs normal. Itâs natural. Dying seventeen times would do that to anyoneâ rob them of hope, condemn them to an existence full of fear.
It is not lost on you that the thought of dying more than once, much less, dying seventeen times is not normal or natural in the very slightest.
But you need hope, you crave it, wildly, desperately. The hope of freedom, of escape is the only thing getting you through this unending nightmare. Every time you die, every time you wake, it is with the hope that maybe, just maybe this iteration will be different, maybe this one will be the one where you make it out, make it back to your friends who must be waiting for you, make it back home where you can be safe and sound. You need the hope to keep going. Because without hope, what will you have left?
The train screeches as it pulls into the station and the people around you laugh in both disbelief and relief. They start to push and shove toward it, fighting to be able to board because thereâs no way everyone here will be able to get on an eight car train and being left behind at this point is practically synonymous with death. Unable to decide if you believe in the train as a symbol of hope or a new layer of fear, you are pushed along with the crowd toward it.
The doors of the train cars slide open and the current passengers all rush off as they disembark. You as well as everyone else on the platform can see with a horrifying clarity that the train is filled to the brim with monsters. Monsters that reach out and grab anyone their hands can reach. The woman to your left. The person to your right.
You.
Hope is gone.
What do you have left?
You die for the eighteenth time.
Itâs October 31, 2018â Halloween in Shibuya.
This is probably the twenty-sixth time now.
If there is anything this entire ordeal has taught you, it is that you are resilient. Whether it is some innate trait that you never had any reason to uncover before or just a byproduct of being trapped in an unending cycle of being dead and not dead, you don't know. What you do know, though, is that even if you no longer have hope, you at least have your resilience.
Whether you want it or not.
You check the time. Itâs 8:35PM. Something flickers in your chest, like a faint light in a sea of darkness, but you ignore it. You donât have time right now.
With a nimbleness born from your previous failures, you weave your way through the crowd. Youâve done this enough times to know where the gaps areâ who will yield and who wonât. Your destination is the escalator that leads off the platform and up to a higher part of the station. Youâd noticed previously that the escalator along with every other entrance onto the platform will eventually be blocked by vines or roots of some sort (the work of the branch-eyed monster probably). Itâs not a perfect plan because you donât know what happens on the other side, but whatever it is has to be better than whatever is happening on the side that youâve been on.
Youâd tried to get to the stairs during your last two rounds, but youâd just missed it. You hadnât been fast enough and had gotten caged and slaughtered along with the rest. But this time, this time you have more time. Itâs just one minute, but itâs enough. You know it is.
The flickering in your heart grows stronger. Hope. You try not to pay attention to itâ you donât want to be disappointed yet again. But you want to so badly. A voice in the back of your mind tells you to focus on the good, tells you that if there was truly no way out of this endless nightmare, then why would you get more and more time with each round to escape your fate?
With that thought in mind, you break out into a run, recklessly rushing through the crowd, shoving anyone who will not yield to the side. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the stark white of Satoru Gojoâs hair as he descends upon the platform.
You need to get up those stairs.
Now.
If you remember correctly, the roots and vines donât close off the area the moment he touches down, but a little after they start talking, so you think there is probably some time, but you canât leave it to chance.
The stairs are packed, and for some reason no one is moving. The escalator right next to it is just as full and the power doesnât seem to be working. You donât have time for this. You clamber onto the escalatorâs rubber handrail, ignoring the weird feeling that passes through your body as you do so. You donât have the time to worry about whatever that is. The people around you start exclaiming around you, but you donât care, you donât listen. You wobble as you try to balance yourself and when you think youâre steady you try to run.
But you trip.
And you die for the twenty-sixth time.
Itâs October 31, 2018â Halloween in Shibuya.
This marks the thirtieth time.
And you have, finally, finally made it up the escalator, up the stairs with barely a second to spare. You pause, glancing back as the roots or vines or whatever the hell they are seal off the entrance to the platform. You notice that the area where the plants come down is actually fairly clear, despite the crowd. It seems weird, but you donât dwell on it.
A strange feeling envelops your entire body and your legs turn into jelly. As you sink to the floor, you realize what youâre feeling is relief as all the tension, maybe thirty iterations of Halloween 2018 worth, seeps from your being. You don't remember the last time you felt anything other than fear and dread; itâs weird, but not unwelcome.
That voice in the back of your mind tells you that you can't relax just yet: October 31st isnât over. Even though you have repeated this night again and again, burning the events that play out on the platform into your memory, you do not know a single thing that happens over here. It would be smart to scope everything out.
Legs still shaky, you rise to your feet and start walking. You think itâs probably for the best to try and head up to the surface and you make your way up to the next floor.
Itâs packed with people here too, but relatively peaceful, especially when you compare it to the pandemonium taking place beneath your feet. Still, you can make out the undeniable hum of displeasure resonating throughout the crowd. People complaining about how uncomfortable their costumes are, people complaining about how much they want to go home, people complaining about how much their nights have been ruined because they couldnât meet up with their friends andâ
A thought hits you like an eight car train.
You were supposed to meet up with your friends.
Thatâs why you were on the platform in the first placeâ you were waiting for them to arrive, but then the trains stopped working, and people just started pouring into the station out of seemingly nowhere (you think you heard some people say theyâd come from the crossing?). Soon after that is when everything went to shit.
You check your phone, though, for once itâs not to look at the time (8:56PM). Instead, you open LINE to check your friendsâ group chat. Thereâs no signal here, for whatever reason, so if there are any new messages, you havenât received them. The last one was from Kei, mentioning he was enroute, but as far as you know, youâre the only one who made it to Shibuya before the trains stopped.
Did one of them maybe make it here though? Surely, you would have run into them ifâ
The image of a woman in a magical girl costume fills your vision, burning to death before your very eyes as her screams echo in your ears. It is the first time in what feels like forever that youâve thought about her and your stomach churns violently. You couldnât help her, you canât even help yourself, so how could you even expect to do the same for your friends if they were here? The mere thought of having to watch them die over and over is almost enough to send you over the edge. You donât know if you could do it.
Would you even have a choice?
No. You can't think like that. You have choices. You've had choices. If you didnât then, you would still be down below, among the fire and brimstone. Dying, if not dead already. However, instead, you are up here, where, for the moment, it is quiet and peaceful.
That thought, in of itself, is enough to give you a shred of solace, a glimmer of hope.
You take a deep breath and fiddle with your phone a little more, changing your lock screen to a picture you and your friends took at a photo booth not too long ago. The four of you are huddled together, faces squished as if you're all struggling to fit in the frame, despite there being plenty of room. You're mid-laugh because it's the first time you've been in a photo booth in years, Mio and Shin are grinning mischievously and finally, Kei is smiling, but only just slightly, the embarrassment clear on his face. It's probably only been a few months since you all took this picture, but the fact that it feels like it's been years makes your heart ache.
You press your forehead to the screen, like a prayer, like a promise.
You will make it out of this nightmare.
No matter what.
A shrill scream yanks you from your thoughts and you are instantly on your feet, alert as your eyes flit around frantically to identify the source. It doesn't take long for you to find it and when you do, you think you might have stumbled upon a new layer of horror to this nightmare.
Itâs not the corpse, dangling by a noose, that terrifies youâ by now youâve seen dozens upon dozens of dead bodies that the sight of just one more doesnât faze you in the slightest. The thing thatâs the most mortifying, thatâs the most disturbing is that right next to where the body is tied are two girls, two teenage girls still dressed in their school uniforms.
You can accept monsters and weirdly dressed men being responsible for the carnage tonight, but children too? Both girls look like theyâre barely in high school and try as you might to rationalize things, to chalk it up to coincidence, you cannot ignore the ominous energy radiating from them.
The very notion that these two children could have killed someone here is a hard pill to swallow, but so is the fact that youâve died.
And youâve had to swallow that pill thirty times now, so whatâs once more?
âListen up!â one of the girls yells over the crowd, but she is mostly ignored; you donât think everyone here has noticed her and the corpse dangling from the rafters. She scowls and turns to the other girl and says something quietly to her. The other girl nods and almost instantly sheâs stringing up another person, another example. You want to look away so badly, and yet you cannot bring yourself to and you watch the poor soul choke to death.
âI said listen, you dumb monkeys!â the girl shouts, and this time sheâs caught most of the crowdâs attention. âIf you donât want to end up like these two, youâll listen to what we have to say!â
There is clear dissent among the crowd, people dismissive as they utter their disbelief. Some seem to think itâs a prank, but you know better. It takes two more examples before the crowd goes silent before the two high schoolers.
âAbout damn time!â The girl roars and then points toward the atrium, which is currently covered by roots and branches. âAll of you move over there!â
You have a bad feeling about this.
Still, you comply; the girls have made it abundantly clear that failure to do so will result in death, though, at this point, you're almost certain this iteration is a bust and death is all but imminent. You try to keep positiveâ thinking you can at least gather information or, who knows, maybe there's a chance that this one is the one.
Yet when you step onto the mound of vines and branches that cover the atrium it feels as if you've crossed the threshold into hell. Your footing is stable⊠but for how long?
An eight car train is pulling in. Please wait behind the yellow line.
It's faint, but you can hear the announcement from below. The liquid in your stomach curdles at the sound as you recall the train and, in particular, what is on board. Soon enough, those monsters will be swarming the platform, massacring everyone in reach, guzzling down their blood, feasting on their fleshâ
It dawns on you that the people on the platform are the monsters' first course.
And you, and those around you here in the shrubbery, are the second.
As you realize this, the branches and vines disintegrate beneath your very feet and suddenly you are mid airâ falling, falling into the abyss below.
You die for the thirtieth time.
Itâs October 31, 2018â Halloween in Shibuya.
You've done this nearly sixty times now.
After countless failures, you've decided that you're just not going to go upstairs any more. No matter where you try to go, you still end up herded onto the death trap above the platform where you ultimately fall to your death. You've tried positioning yourself in the same spot, tried bracing yourself for the dropâ but nothing seems to work: upon landing, assuming you manage to land without hurting yourself or dying in midair (which has happened a couple times) you get grabbed and killed by one of the monsters from the train. It's probably not impossible, you just don't have the physical prowess or reflexes for it.
If anything, you can try again later, but you sincerely hope you don't have to.
It's 8:32PM, and you have plenty of time to get to your chosen spot for this loopâ it's close to the stairs, in the very center of the platform. Here, there's little risk of getting pushed off onto the tracks when the gates open. You'll probably have to move when the train comes, or even before (assuming you survive) to avoid the monsters, but you'll get to that when it's time.
You can't really see the fight once it breaks out after Satoru Gojo arrives, but you still try to keep track of it as best as you can. You see when he hurls both monsters across the platform and you're not sure if it's muscle memory or what but you have to fight the urge to move to the side and watch. It's been a while, yes, but you've seen the fight countless times beforeâ it doesn't change. Satoru Gojo will give chase. He will rip the branches from the branch eyed monster's skull. He will use some kind of power to eviscerate them.
You don't need to watch, but there's something in you that wants to.
It doesn't make sense, you've seen it all before; if you're unlucky you'll see it all again.
The lights go out and people start screaming; Satoru Gojo is ending the life of that one monster. Soon enough he'll be back on the platform, in pursuit of the other. You think at that point it would be good to move, reposition yourself as far from the incoming train as possible.
When he rises from the tracks like a demon straight from hell, you realize it's the first time this loop that you've actually gotten a good look at him. You remind yourself, again, that this isn't the first time you've seen this man, this scene. You can't help but watch, but stare at Satoru Gojo as he stalks through the crowd in pursuit of his prey. His expression is an eerie sort of calm that's at odds with the acts of violence you've seen him commitâ his eyes an unnaturally bright blue.
He's a terrifying sort of beauty and you can't help but be captivated by him.
An eight car train is pulling in. Please wait behind the yellow line.
The sound of the announcement sends your heartbeat into a frenzy, snapping you out of your little trance. The train is coming and you need to get moving. As you dart to the edge of the platform, the thought occurs to you that even if you avoid the initial wave of monsters, it's likely you will inevitably be caught by them and killed. It wouldn't be impossible for Satoru Gojo to turn his attention to them instead of the two he's currently facing, but he's just one manâ can he truly defeat all those monsters?
You can see the train pulling in and you brace yourself, praying that it'll work out somehow.
The doors hiss open and the screaming starts again as the monsters come bursting out of the train, biting and mauling anyone they can get their hands on. Those who were lucky enough to not be at the front start to scramble away and the monsters give chase. Your body is taut, ready to try and dodge any that come your way.
Out of the corner of your eye you notice something moving through the air. A person? With blue hair? You take the risk to lookâ they're attacking Satoru Gojo. He tries to punch them but they fly away from him to dodgeâ disappearing into the crowd.
You hear a loud cracking sound over the cacophony of the crowd and your stomach twists; you know what that sound is. The roots above the atrium disintegrate and bodies from above start to rain down onto the platform.
And then, you're not sure what happensâ it's so quick that you only manage to see what looks like an explosion of blood surrounding Satoru Gojo. Corpses litter the ground around him and even from here you can tell he is shaken by the carnage.
The monsters have finally reached where you're standing, and you duck under one as it lunges at you. Although it's big and scary, you realize it's moving kind of slow. Right after it another one comes at you and you take a side step to avoid it; this monster is kind of slow too.
Maybe you can do this.
As soon as you think that a strange feeling courses through you. Every hair on your body feels like it's standing on edge and the voice in your head is telling you to look at Satoru Gojo. You don't understand why because you think he's the least of your worries right now, but you do it anyway.
He's in some sort of stance, one hand raised to his face, fingers bent in some kind of gesture. There's some sort of aura, oppressive and frightening emanating from his form.
Satoru Gojo is doing something.
You just can't tell what.
Itâs October 31, 2018â Halloween in Shibuya.
And you are utterly confused.
Barring your first few loops when you weren't fully aware of what was happening, you have very distinct memories of how each of your previous iterations of this night have goneâ of each and every one of your deaths. But for your last round, the last thing you remember was feeling the immense power radiating from Satoru Gojo's body, but that's it.
You do not remember dying.
In fact, you don't think you did.
And yet, here you are again, back at the start: it's 8:32PM and the monsters and strangely dressed man are standing on the subway tracks waiting for the arrival of Satoru Gojo.
You don't understand what's going on; you didn't die but you're still stuck in this damn loop. Up until now, your death has served as the trigger to restart the loop. It's not impossible that maybe you suffered a quick and painless death but you're almost certain that isn't the case.
Something else must have happened.
Something having to do with Satoru Gojo.
You have to find out what. If you don't, you won't know how to avoid it, and if you can't do that, then you really might spend an eternity stuck in this nightmare. And so you take great care to repeat the steps of your last round. You need to make sure to survive to the same point you made it to last time.
Miraculously, you do.
The moment you feel that sensation again, a prickling sort of feeling that envelops your entire body, your eyes are on Satoru Gojoâ trying to figure out what the hell he's doing. His eyes are crazed with a desperate kind of focus. You see his mouth moveâ he's saying something. A spell? A prayer? A curse?
You don't know.
You do know.
Your brain feels like it's going to explode.
Again.
Itâs October 31, 2018â Halloween in Shibuya.
Again.
You do not know how many times it's been the night of Halloween in Shibuya: you stopped counting around the hundredth loop. It feels like it's been a while since then. Or maybe it hasn't? You don't know any more.
What you do know is that this night ends up going one of two ways before you are forced to repeat it. Either you die, in some way, shape or form or something happens just after nine that forces you to reset. You still don't know what it is exactly; you only know that Satoru Gojo is responsible for it.
You do prefer it to dyingâ it's far less painful.
But if anything, you wish you could just die permanently and never have to repeat this night ever again.
Unfortunately, you know better.
The only good thing youâve noticed about all of this is that you really do seem to keep waking up earlier and earlier. The last time you checked, it was at around 8:30. It might take hundreds of thousands of loops, but eventually youâll certainly wake up early enough to avoid this damn entire mess.
But by the time that happens⊠will your sanity still be intact? Will you really be able to go back to a normal day to day life after living the equivalent of hundreds of years, repeating the same night over and over again? You donât even know how youâve managed to stay sane all this time and as much as you want to believe you could do itâŠ
There has to be a breaking point.
For both your mind and this time loop.
If youâre lucky, youâll reach the latter first.
Thereâs a dull ache in your head that feels foreign yet familiar. Your mind is foggy, all your thoughts hazy as you try to recall what the word for this feeling is.
Groggy.
It feels as if youâve woken up from a nap and you blink the sleepiness away from your eyes. When was the last time you took a nap? Itâs been a while⊠You think you maybe tried once or twice, but you were too nervous, too on edge. Awake or asleep, it didnât matter because, either way, you were doomed to repeat this nightmare.
As you think this, you realize that something is different.
Youâre used to how the start of each loop feels like waking up suddenly and abruptly and it becomes clear to you that you havenât looped. This is completely uncharted territory.
You need to find out whatâs going on.
The first thing you notice is that itâs quiet. Almost eerily so, especially when the last thing you remember was screaming and chaos. You glance around you and find that it looks like all the monsters from the train are dead, the ground littered in their bloodstains and corpses. There were so many of them, you donât know how someone could have wiped them out so quickly⊠Could it possibly have been Satoru Gojoâs doing?
More concerning than the complete eradication of the monsters is the fact that nearly everyone else on the platform is standing stock still, their mouths ajar with blank expressions on their faces. Itâs almost as if their souls have completely vacated their bodiesâŠ
Were you like that too before you woke up?
You hear voices, and your body immediately goes tense as you turn your head in their direction. A little ways ahead of you, you see a man dressed as a monk conversing with the blue haired person from earlier and before them isâ
Your heart nearly stops: itâs Satoru Gojo, restrained and on his knees.
Honestly, you canât make heads or tails of the conversation theyâre having; itâs more shounen battle manga nonsense. Satoru Gojo doesnât seem to be enjoying their conversation either, and he interrupts them, clearly annoyed.
âAre we gonna do this or what?â he asks. âThe view sucks and Iâm just kinda bored.â
âI wanted to enjoy this sight for a little bit longer, but you are right,â the monk says. âI wouldnât want anything to happenâ gate, close.â
When he says that, Satoru Gojoâs restraints move, the weirdly shaped cubes at the ends of them closing in around him, trapping him in a giant red cube. It starts to shrink until itâs small enough to fit in the monkâs hand.
You gulp and hope they donât notice that youâre awake. The fact that they havenât slaughtered the rest of the people standing around you is a good sign, but you donât want to find out what happens if they know youâre cognizant.
Itâs not hard to play the part of a living statue, especially when you compare it to everything else youâve had to suffer through on this night. You watch as the monkâs allies, the ones who had attacked everyone on the platform, wake up, but before they can do or say anything, the box holding Satoru Gojo slips through the monkâs fingers and makes a dent in the concrete. The look on the monkâs face makes it clear that itâs a problem he wasnât expecting.
You donât know a damn thing about Satoru Gojo, but you feel like this kind of thing is the norm for him.
The blue haired person suddenly looks in your direction and you nearly stop breathing. Have they noticed you? It takes everything in you to keep perfectly still, in hopes that maybe they didn't, that maybe theyâre looking at something else. They raise their arm and it extends, their hand acting like some kind of projectile. You almost shut your eyes and brace yourself for impact, but their hand flies upwards and hits something on the ceiling, destroying it.
Inwardly, you breathe a sigh of reliefâ youâre still safe.
For now.
You listen to their following conversation and while you still donât fully understand everything, itâs clear theyâre talking about what to do next since theyâve taken care of Satoru Gojo. Something having to do with someone named Yuji Itadori? The group seems split on what to do about him but itâs clear heâs their next target.
Eventually, everyone but the monk (you heard the blue haired person, who is apparently named Mahito, call him Geto?) runs off, probably to find this Yuji Itadori person. Once theyâre gone, Geto speaks and, at first, you think heâs talking to you, but it becomes clear heâs addressing someone else. âThose cursed spirits are actually smarter than the two of you.â
âGive him back!â a voice hidden among the crowd hisses. Your blood runs cold at the sound. You recognize it; itâs one of the high school girls from the upper floor.
âWe cooperated with you fully and kept dropping monkeys for you,â says another voice; it must be the other girl that was with her, the one who hung all those people.
âNow give us back Master Getoâs body like you promised!â
âDonât toy with Master Geto any further than you have!â
You blink in confusion. Isnât the monk named Geto? The way the girls are talking it sounds like theyâre talking about someone else⊠Is it possible that the body is âGetoâ but the person theyâre talking to is someone else possessing it? It sounds kind of crazy, but then again, so is every single thing youâve experienced tonight.
Your suspicions concerning this âGetoâ are confirmed only seconds later as he says, âNow begone, or is it your desire to be killed by this body?â
One of the girls vows her revenge and you hear shuffling somewhere else in the crowd as they scurry away. Now you think itâs just you and whoever it is thatâs puppeting Getoâs body. You see him plop down in front of the box (the prison realm, you think heâd called it) thatâs holding Satoru Gojo.
âYou can come out, you know,â he says after a while.
You freeze. The rest of the platform is completely silent. This time you think he might actually be talking to you.
âI know youâre there,â âGetoâ adds, his voice casual. âIf youâre insistent on hiding, you should know that Iâm not afraid of using whatever means necessary to smoke you out.â
Given everything his allies have done, thereâs no doubt in your mind that heâs serious. You were hoping to hide out among the crowd until he decided to leave, but it looks like you wonât be able to now.
Looks like this loop is a bust after all.
Your heart starts to race as you weave your way through the crowd. In every single one of your loops, you were always treated like a bit character, never noticed or singled out by any of the major players of the night. Although this is your first time encountering this âGetoâ itâs clear to you that heâs involved with everything thatâs happened here and honestly, you get the feeling he might actually be the mastermind behind the massacre.
That makes you even more nervous.
You come to a stop in the place where Satoru Gojo was once kneeling before he was put in that box. Now that youâre out in the open, âGetoâ looks you over with some sort of nonchalant curiosity.
âYouâreâŠâ he starts, sounding thoughtful, "not a sorcerer, are you?â
Sorcerer. You heard that term thrown around by him and his group a few times. Itâs what theyâve been referring to their enemies as. It probably wouldnât be smart to lie and say you are one; you get the feeling heâd see through your lie anyway. âIâm not.â
He hums. âHow interesting.â
â...what do you mean?â you ask before you can help yourself.
âItâs just you have an abnormally large amount of cursed energy for a non-sorcerer,â he explains. âThough, I suppose that all just sounds like gibberish to you."
You nod and look down at the box lodged in the floor. It has eyes, big creepy looking eyes. "...are you going to do the same thing to me as you did to that man?"
He laughs, "...fortunately for you, the prison realm only holds one person at a time and I need him sealed away more than you."
"...does that mean you're going to leave him in there forever?"
"If I'm feeling nice, I might unseal him in a hundred years or so."
One hundred years? At this point, you've probably lived roughly that amount of time through your loops alone, but for Satoru Gojo⊠"Won't he die first?"
"Only if he decides to," 'Geto' says, looking completely and wholly unbothered. "Time doesn't doesn't flow in the box, so when I unseal him, he'll be the same as he was just now. Physically anyway. Who knows how deteriorated his mind will be after all that."
Time doesn't flow in the box.
The words echo in your mind over and over. Time doesn't flow in the box. In other words, that means time has stopped in the box, and if that's the case thenâ
"Anyway, rather than worry about him, shouldn't you be more worried about yourself?"
You look at 'Geto' and he's smiling at you, it's friendly, but ominous. There's no doubt what is going to happen next, though you had already resigned yourself to this iteration being a bust; it was only a matter of time.
Time doesn't flow in the box.
"I was thinking I might keep you around, even if you arenât a sorcerer, your wealth of cursed energy would serve my plans well," he muses. "But⊠it would be too much trouble trying to teach you how to use it in time."
As he talks, you realize this is probably the first time your death is intentionalâ every other death you've suffered has just been a byproduct of the ongoing slaughter. You were just another casualty, a victim, never a target.
You're scared.
Even though you know that once he kills you, once you die, you'll just loop back to around 8:30 again. You'll be on the platform again. And you'll play out some sequence of events before you eventually die again. And again and again.
Time doesn't flow in the box.
"I'll be nice, though," 'Geto' says, raising a hand and another monster appears out of nowhere. You donât even bother trying to figure out from where. It doesnât matter, especially since this monster will surely be the one to end your life. "I'll make it painless."
"...I appreciate it," you say and close your eyes hoping that he's not lying about it.
Time doesn't flow in the box.
He didn't lie.
You die again.
Itâs October 31, 2018â Halloween in Shibuya.
And you're trapped.
You don't know how and you don't know why, but you are stuck in a time loopâ forced to suffer through the horrific events of the night before you die and begin it all again. It's been a long time since you stopped counting how many loops you've gone through, but if you had to guess, it's probably somewhere in the hundreds now.
You are so very tired.
But it doesn't stop. It won't stop no matter what you seem to do. You are stuck. You are trapped. You are doomed.
âTime doesn't flow in the box.â
Ever since that first loop where you heard whoever is possessing Geto's body say that, the words have been stuck in your head, playing on loop.
You finally realize why.
âTime doesn't flow in the box.â
It's 8:25PM when you wake up; that should be plenty of time.
You need to find Satoru Gojo.
After hundreds of loops you've come to a singular conclusion: you need to prevent him being sealed in the prison realm. You've witnessed it enough to know that you won't be able to do it alone; you'll need his cooperation.
You rush upstairs as fast as you can, ignoring the shiver that runs down your spine as you step onto the stairwell. According to your previous loops, Satoru Gojo arrives on the subway tracks at 8:40PM. With how crowded the upper floor is, you donât know if youâll have the time to intercept him and talk to him, but if you can at least figure out where to find him, then you can try and talk to him during a subsequent loop.
When you reach the fourth basement floor, however, you donât know where you should even start. Heâs pretty tall so you think you could spot him in the crowd, but⊠there are still so many people. It occurs to you that maybe it would be better to try and look from a higher vantage point so you head to the stairs that lead up to the third basement floor. You check your phone again. Itâs 8:35PM; you need to hurry.
Luckily for you, you find him very easily on the third basement floor.
The only problem is that heâs in a hard to reach spotâ squatting above a sign hanging over the crowd.
You check your phone again. Itâs 8:38PM and heâs starting to move, presumably to meet with those waiting for him on the subway tracks. Itâs good that you found him, but thereâs no doubt about it.
Youâre going to need more time.
The moment you wake up, you immediately bolt toward the stairs. It's taken many, many more loops, but you've finally brought the time you wake down to around 8:15. You're still not sure if it's enough time, but there's only one way to find out.
You barrel your way up to the next floor and zig zag through the crowd to get to the next flight of stairs. By the time you get to your destination, you're completely out of breath, your chest heaving as your lungs clamor for air. Youâve done this so many times, yet your body acts like itâs always the first. It sucks, but thereâs nothing you can do about it. You slow to a brisk pace to catch your breath and check the time. Itâs 8:27â a new record. Hopefully itâll be enough.
The goal is to catch Satoru Gojo before he moves to his lookout point above the crowd. While not impossible, it would be difficult for you to follow him there. You eye the safety barricade that blocks off the area where heâll be moving in just a few minutes warily.
Yes, getting over there would be extremely difficult.
You donât want to think about it right now; youâll deal with it when the time comes.
Especially since Satoru Gojo has now entered your field of vision.
Your heart starts to race at the sight of him and it feels like itâs beating a million times a second. There isnât a lot of time. You need to talk to him, but your legs only wobble, your feet planted firmly to the ground. This is not good. You need to move. You need to move.
Finally, after what feels like both an instant and an eternity, your feet finally budge, propelling you in Satoru Gojoâs direction. The beating of your heart only grows louder as you make your way toward him, mingling with the single thought thatâs echoing throughout your mind right now: will he even hear you out?
You need to make him.
âExcuse me!â The words nearly come out in a stutter as you realize that you are actually talking to Satoru Gojo. You have watched this man at a distance for so long that it almost felt like he wasnât real, like he was just another fixture in this nightmare that youâve been living for far too long. And yet, here he is, right in front of you, in the flesh.
And his attention is on you.
All sound stops: the crowd around you, the thoughts in your head, the beat of your heart. Even though you cannot see them through that blindfold of his, you know that Satoru Gojoâs eyes are on you and the thought of that, the knowledge of it is actually a little overwhelming. Your mouth is dry and suddenly you donât know what to say, but you need to say something. You need to say something before he thinks maybe you bumped into him by accident and just walks away without a word.
âI need to talk to you!â The words just burst out from your mouth and something about it is just absolutely embarrassing. Youâre not sure if it's desperation or the fact that you havenât really talked to anyone other than the existence occupying Suguru Getoâs body in nearly forever.
Satoru Gojoâs lips slowly start to form a smile, âOh, yeah?â
The sound of his voice makes your mind go blank. Thereâs something different about it right now; more playful, amused even. Maybe itâs because heâs talking to you, a harmless human being and not a monster trying to kill him. Itâs almost kind of jarring, but you know, with certainty, what Satoru Gojoâs voice sounds like. And the fact that heâs actually talking to you right now has you kind of excited. You nod, doing your best to not show how thrilled you are that heâs not ignoring you.
He hums thoughtfully, âSorry⊠but unfortunately I kind of have some business to attend to right now.â
âIââ You start to say that you know that heâs headed down to the platform below to fight withâŠChoso and Jogo, you think their names areâ you donât know the name of the monster with the branches for eyes. âItâsâ itâs really important!â
Gojo tilts his head a little, clearly thinking. You should probably say something else, something to try and convince him to stay a little longer and hear you out, but your mind is both full and blank. Where do you start? From the beginning? Or do you start with what is most important? Maybe you should say what you think will get his attention. Youâre not sure, and you realize you really should have thought about this earlier because youâre running out of time right now.
â...mind handing me your phone?â
You stare at Gojo, completely and wholly confused, but he just holds out his hand expectantly. When you donât move, he wiggles his fingers a little, a silent gesture telling you to hurry it up. Without thinking, you reach into your bag and unlock your phone before handing it to him.
âKind of sucks that cell service isnât working right now,â he remarks as he types something into your phone before handing it back. âBut! Here's my number.â
You look down at your phone and, sure enough, Satoru Gojo has added himself as one of your contacts. Heâs even added a little star to the end of his name. Thatâs⊠a little unexpected. Why his number though?
âAre you⊠hitting on me?â you mutter in your confusion.
He laughs, âWell, you said you had something really important to talk to me about, right? So just give me a call when you get home or some time tomorrow and we can talk then!â
Youâre not going to make it home, or even to tomorrow, and neither will Satoru Gojo. As you start to tell him this, he steps past you. Desperate, you try to grab him, but somehow, for some reason, you canât. You remember he did this with Jogo and the other monster, made himself untouchable.
This is not good.
He gives you a little wave, cheery as he says, âIâll talk to you later!â
You watch, helpless as he hops over the barricade beyond your reach.
Gripping your phone tightly, you take a deep breath. It's fine, it's not like you didnât expect things to go well anyway.
You'll just have to try again.
Every time youâve tried to solicit help from Satoru Gojo, it has gone the same way. He just wonât give you the time of day, and in some ways you canât blame him; heâs clearly here to deal with the monsters down on the platform. Youâre fairly certain that he probably thinks that whatever is going on with you is a much lesser issue in comparison.
Plus, it probably doesnât help that in the times that youâve approached him, you havenât been able to articulate yourself particularly well. Once you start talking to him, you just get hit with something akin to stage fright and the connection between your mind and your mouth just stops working. Itâs gotten better with each attempt, butâŠ
Itâs just so frustrating.
It is interesting that Gojo has given you his number every time, star symbol and all. Youâre not sure what kind of person you were expecting him to be, but after witnessing him literally and viciously rip monsters apart, youâd figured heâd be a little more somber. However, in the fragmented conversations youâve had with him heâs come off as far more friendly and playful than you would have thought. Is he the type of person to get more serious when the situation calls for it? You canât help but wonder, but ultimately, it doesnât really matter.
What really matters is that youâre able to convince him to help you.
You have to convince him.
âExcuse me!â you say, stepping in Satoru Gojoâs path. You donât stutter this time, and your voice is more sure. This is good.
âYes?â
His head turns in your direction and you gulp. Gojoâs gaze, despite that blindfold of his, still feels just as overwhelming as it did the very first time you approached him. You have no doubt that heâs sizing you up, but thereâs just something about it that makes you feel like youâre being picked apart.
You take a deep breath and step closer to him, hoping your voice sounds firm enough as you say, âI need your help. Iâm trapped.â
He chuckles a little, âI know, but yours truly is on his way to go beat up the bad guys keeping you all trapped here, so soon enough youâll be all free to go on your merry little way.â
Right. You were so caught up in your own plight that you nearly forgot that technically youâre not the only one âtrapped.â Satoru Gojo obviously knows that everyone else is confined to this station, but you doubt he knows that youâre confined to this night alone.
âThatâs not what I mean!â you sputter.
âThen what do you mean?â Gojo asks. Should you tell him that you mean that youâre trapped in a time loop? Youâre honestly not sureâ in the movies and manga youâve read about time travel, revealing that sort of thing risks creating a time paradox which seems to be a bad thing. If you have to tell him, you will, butâ âOh, I get it.â
You stare, bewildered. Did you maybe just spew all of that aloud?
Gojo gives you a mischievous smile. âYouâre hitting on me, arenât you?â
âNo!â The word comes flying out of your mouth. You canât deny heâs attractiveâ youâve thought it all this time, but that is not whatâs happening here.
âNo need to be embarrassed,â he continues, ignoring you. âI totally get it, so if you want, Iâd be happy to give you my number!â
Again? Youâve received Satoru Gojoâs contact details in every loop youâve talked to him, star symbol and allâ you even have his number memorized. Thereâs something kind of odd about how he keeps giving you his number. Part of you wonders if heâs got some sort of ulterior motive, but you havenât thought too deeply about it. There are way more important things going on.
âI donât need your phone number,â you say. âI need to talk.â
Your response seems to give Gojo pause. Did you somehow manage to get through to him? No way. Your suspicions are all but confirmed when he gives you that familiar apologetic smile.
âLike, I said, Iâm sort of in the middle of something, butâŠâ Gojo reaches into his pockets and rummages around until one hand fishes out a folded up piece of paper. The other hand keeps digging around in his pocket and when Gojo seems to give up on whatever heâs looking for, he turns his attention back to you. âGot a pen?â
What?
Gojo tilts his head. âWell?â
âI do, butâŠâ You trail off, unsure why heâs asking.
He holds out his hand waiting for you to just hand him the pen. You still donât get it, but you reach into your bagâs front pocket and pull out the pen and hand it to him. Gojo looks almost like an excited child when he takes it from you, quickly scribbling something onto his paper before shoving it and your pen back into your hand.
You look at the paper; it looks like a receipt. For a disturbing amount of mochi that Gojo bought earlier today. The amount of money he spent is almost sickening; way too much to be paying for mochi. More importantly, you notice something juxtaposed over the receiptâs print.
Itâs Satoru Gojoâs name and number.
He even drew a little star next to his name.
âIf you change your mind later, just give me a call!â he tells you cheerily. âI promise Iâll make it worth your while!â
You gawk at him. He cannot be serious. You literally just told him that you didnât need it and yet he still gave it to you. He must want you to contact him later, but you canât even begin to understand why. It canât have been something you said or did, right? Unless, heâs actuallyâ
âLater!â Gojoâs voice cuts through your thoughts and you notice him walking off with a wave.
You canât let him get away.
Again.
You crush the receipt in your hand and rush after him. Despite the crowd, Gojo seems to move through the people with ease and it almost seems like they are yielding to him naturally. Itâs good for you. Makes him easier to chase.
âWait!â you yell, but Gojo doesnât even look back. Bastard. Your muscles strain as you try to run faster. You know you wonât be able to grab him if you get to him, but there has to still be something you can do to stop him. Circle around him? Cut him off before heâ
Satoru Gojo reaches the barricade.
âWait!â you yell again. âSatoru Gojo, wait!â
He does not even acknowledge you.
Youâre almost there though. Almost. If you reach out your hand, then maybe, maybe you can grab him. Something in your head tells you that itâs useless; youâve never been able to touch him. But, you donât care, you donât care because you have to try. You stretch out your hand, desperate and hoping, but just as you do, Gojo effortlessly jumps over the barricade, moving to survey the crowd.
Due to your momentum, you almost collide into the barricade, but you manage to stop yourself. You stare at Satoru Gojo through the glass. He watches the crowd for at most three minutes. Is this just another bust? Is there really nothing you can do? There must be a way you can get his attention. Is it possible to climb over the barricade? No, itâs too high. Thereâs nothing you can grasp onto or use as footing either.
This fucking sucks.
Another minute or two and Gojo will be on the move again, and there will be no way you can follow, no way you can get his attention. You press your hands against the glass, pushing against it. Naturally, it doesnât budge. Why would it? If only you could get it out of the way. If only you could break it. This stupid barricade is the only thing between you and Satoru Gojo and thereâs no way you can climb it, but if only you could break it.
If only you could fucking break it.
Suddenly, the glass feels warm. Satoru Gojoâs image starts to look a little distorted as the warmth beneath your fingers grows. Something is happening. The glass starts to vibrate and shake. Violently. The tremors grow stronger and stronger. You should stop. You should back away.
You donât.
The barricade starts to crack and fracture and soon the sound of shattering glass resounds throughout the entire room. Everyone starts screaming. No one knows whatâs going onâ not even you. But you donât care. Itâs gone. The barricade is gone.
You take a step forward, toward Satoru Gojo. Heâs on a beam thatâs about a two meter drop from where youâre standing. Thatâs fine. Thatâs okay. You can make it. You have to. Without a second thought, you jumpâ
And you land on the beam. You look up and Satoru Gojoâs attention is back on you. Heâs finally, finally turned toward you, face twisted into an expression you canât decipher or even comprehend, butâ
Somethingâs wrong; your world is turning on its axis, butâ
Satoru Gojo is looking at you, andâ
Up is very quickly becoming down, andâ
Satoru Gojo is coming closer, butâ
Youâre slippingâ
But heâs right there, andâ
Youâre falling, butâ
Heâs trying to catch you, butâ
Itâs too late. Itâs too late.
The last thing you think you feelâ
âis Satoru Gojoâs arms around you.
Itâs October 31, 2018â Halloween in Shibuya.
And you are causing a commotion.
âShit! Fuck!â you curse loudly. The people near you start to shift away but you barely notice; you donât really care.
You were so close, so fucking close and yet⊠yet here you are again. Itâs quarter past eight and you are back on the goddamn platform. You donât know what happened; you remember falling and thinking you were going to die, but you are absolutely certain that, once again, this time, you didnât die.
Is Satoru Gojo at fault again? Did he do something? Like he did all those other times you looped without dying? When you think about it more, you donât think so. You donât know what happened; all you know is that you tried to get to him, but you slipped.
And he caught you, you definitely remember that.
You still donât understand why you looped, but thereâs not much you can do about it now; itâs not like you can go back anymore. It just sucks, because you think he might have actually listened if youâd talked to him.
Or he would have come after you for⊠whatever happened with the barricade. It could have been taken as an attack on the crowd⊠But if he thought you were doing that, then why would he catch you?
You donât know.
All you know is that you have to try again.
The only problem is that you donât know how you managed to shatter the barricade. You think about it as you make your way up to where youâll find Satoru Gojo. There is the possibility that it wasnât you and something else happened to it instead, but that feels way too coincidental. It had to be you. Thatâs the only thing that makes sense. You just canât figure out how you did it outside of wanting, wishing, praying for the barricade to break. Itâs not like you have supernatural powers like Satoru Gojo and his enemies.
Despite your mind being completely and wholly occupied by trying to figure out how in the world you managed to break through that barricade, you still manage to make it to the second basement floor of Shibuya Hikarie by 8:25PMâ a brand new record. Satoru Gojo doesnât show up until around 8:34PM, so that gives you almost ten minutes to try and figure out what you need to do to try and replicate shattering the glass barricade again.
Exceptâ
Except Satoru Gojo is already here.
The thought that maybe youâre mistaken flashes in your mind before itâs quickly dismissed; thereâs no way youâd mistake anyone else for him. There is absolutely no denying it: that is Satoru Gojo. Bewildered, you double check the time on your phone. Maybe you misread it and youâre actually late but sure enough you read it rightâ Satoru Gojo is here early.
What the hell is going on?
Of the thousands of times you have experienced this night, this hell, this sort of thing has never happened before. Everything happens at a specific time, as if adhering to an unseen schedule. Itâs likely that what happened in your last iteration did delay Satoru Gojoâs arrival onto the platform, but other than that there has never been a deviation to the time table.
And yet, here Satoru Gojo is, nine minutes early now.
You realize that thatâs not the only thing thatâs strange: heâs not moving. In previous rounds, when you encounter Gojo here, heâs walking to the lookout spot beyond the barricade. But, right now, heâs just standing there, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. It almost looks like he's waiting for something.
Or someone.
This unexpected turn of events has you rooted to the spot. Youâre not sure what you should do. No. This shouldnât change anything. You need to talk to him. As concerning as a change like this is, the extra time it gives you should be a good thing. Despite knowing that, your feet are still firmly planted to the ground.
The crowd shifts and you see Satoru Gojo start to move. Toward the barricade? No. Heâs not heading in his usual direction, rather heâsâ
You stop breathing.
Heâs headed toward you.
All sound stops: the crowd around you, the thoughts in your head, the beat of your heart. Even though you cannot see them through that blindfold of his, you know that Satoru Gojoâs eyes are on you and the thought of that, the knowledge of it is absolutely mind numbing.
He comes to a stop before you, lips curled up to form an amused sort of smile as he says, âSoooo, you needed to talk to me?â
You try to answer but no words come out of your mouth. Are you dreaming? You have to be, right? There's no way that this is actually happening. Could it be that, after thousands of loops, youâve finally lost it? Your mind shattering along with the glass of the barricade at the end of the last one?
Gojo tilts his head, indicating that he's still waiting for an answer. When you open your mouth, at first, nothing comes out, the words stuck in your throat. You force them out, your voice cracking, â...how did you know?â
He smiles, looking almost mischievous as he reaches up and lightly taps the side of his head. âI remembered, of course!â
All you can do is stare at Satoru Gojo. He remembered? How is that possible? From his perspective, this is the first time youâve met and while it shouldnât be possible for him to remember thereâs something in your mind thatâs keeping you from completely dismissing the possibility.
Gojo laughs, âI take it from the look on your face that youâre not used to this sort of thing happening. Is this the first time?â
âNo.â The fact that the word is out of your mouth before you can even really think about it surprises you and you really have to think. Your face scrunches together as you try to remember. Is this really not the first time? Then, the memories assault you, overlapping as they replay simultaneously in your headâ a woman in a yellow and white magical girl costumeâ begging you for help as she burns to deathâ smiling as she tells you she made her costume herself. â...it happened just once a long time ago.â
ââA long time ago,â huh. Sounds like you've been at this for a while now.â
â...unfortunately.â
Gojo hums. âSo when you said you didnât need my phone numberâŠâ
âYouâd already given it to me a few times,â you say, figuring thatâs where this conversation is going.
âReally now?â
Does he not believe you? Or is he just being an ass? Youâre not sure, but since you had taken the liberty of memorizing Satoru Gojoâs phone number you recite it back to him to prove your point.
Just when you think you may have stunned Gojo into silence he starts to laugh, obviously finding something funny about the fact that you know his cell phone number. âSeems like you've got quite the fascinating technique there.â
Technique? What is he talking about? Your confusion must be plain on your face because he adds, elaborating, âThe time travel.â
You continue to stare at him. You don't think you'd consider what you've been going through time travel, because traveling implies moving from point A to point B, but you've been stuck walking in circles at point A for a long time. What really gets you is⊠âWhat do you mean by âtechnique?ââ
âYou mean you donâtâ oh. I get it; no wonder youâre trapped.â
That does not answer your question in the slightest. âCan you please explain what you're talking about? What do you mean by âtechnique?ââ
âRight, right⊠So basically, a technique is like a special sort of power,â he finally explains. âLike I said, your technique seems to be a kind of time travel. Whenever you activate it, your mind is sent back in time.â
What he's saying makes sense, but⊠âHow come you were sent back too?â
He laughs again. âIsn't it obvious? Think back to beforeâ do you remember that I caught you as you were falling?â
You nod slowly. The memory of his arms around you is almost embarrassingly vivid. â...is it because we were touching?â
âDing, ding, ding! That's correct! Anyone you happen to be touching when you activate your technique gets affected by it too!â
Something about his tone annoys you, but you try to ignore it. He could have just told you rather than make you guess. âHow do you know that for sure?â
âWell,â he continues. âYouâve done your little time loop a bunch of times, right? If your technique affected everyone, or even a few people in a select range you would have noticed for sure. And if it affected only just you then we wouldnât be having this conversation right now, now would we?â
When you think about it, you do think that the woman in the magical girl costume might have bumped into you before the loop where she remembered.
âThatâs honestly just conjecture, but I've got pretty good eyes, so Iâm hardly ever wrong.â
Gojo gives you a grin and while you do think that his reasoning is sound enough his confidence is a little grating. More than that, though, youâre glad that this conversation is actually going really well.
âEither way,â he says thoughtfully. âIt doesnât look like you can control your technique. Usually a personâs technique manifests when theyâre a kid, but you seem to be a special case⊠in fact, I bet your technique activated for the very first time tonightâ probably under some pretty extreme circumstances, too.â
â...dying counts as an âextreme circumstance,â right?â
âOh, absolutely. Or legitimately thinking that youâre gonna die, but it seems like your body has been unconsciously activating your technique as a sort of defense mechanism. Which is why youâre trapped.â
âSo, if I could control it Iâd be able to make it out of this time loop.â
âYeah, but in this case it probably wouldnât end very well for you,â he points out with a chuckle. âItâs not like you actually want to die, right? I mean, if you did, then your technique wouldnât even activate in the first place.â
You donât; what you want is for this night to finally end. To be free from the endless cycle of dying over and over again and again. You donât think death is quite the answer; even if you were to learn how to control this supposed technique of yours, thereâs no guarantee that you would just unconsciously activate it when the grim reaper comes knocking on your door. No, the answer isâŠ
âAnyway!â Gojoâs cheery voice cuts through your thoughts. âI highly doubt that youâre the type that makes a habit of jumping off ledges for the funsies, so the fact that youâve been dying tells me that some pretty gruesome stuff is about to go down, so, tell me what happens tonight.â
The sudden drop of his voice sends a shiver running down your spine. If it werenât for the fact that youâve seen how serious Gojo can get, the sudden shift in demeanor would probably freak you out a bit, but it doesnât. This is the Satoru Gojo youâre familiar with.
You do have one concern though. âThat⊠wonât create a time paradox or anything, will it?â
âNah,â Gojo shrugs. âYou wouldnât cause one with the way your technique works, besides, if youâve only been going back at most an hour or two in time itâs hard to believe youâd be making a really big impact⊠unless you really believe in the butterfly effect.â
Youâre still not quite sure.
âTrust me, itâll be fine.â
His voice sounds strange. Gentle. Kind. It's the most soothing thing you've heard in a long time and it makes you want to believe him.
â...okay.â
Anxiety is still gripping at you, but you try to dispel it, taking a deep breath before beginning your explanation. For the sake of brevity, itâs probably best that youâre as concise as possible. There isnât much need to really get into the nitty gritty of things unless he asks specifically.
Naturally, you begin with his arrival onto the platform and how soon after a fight breaks out and how the crowd is unfortunate enough to be involved. Gojoâs expression is passive for the most part, but he does crack the faintest hint of a smile when you mention how he manages to eviscerate one of the monsters.
It disappears once you tell him about the arrival of the train. Between the dozens upon dozens of people being dropped onto the platform by those two high school girls and the hoard of monsters disembarking from the train, everything devolves into pandemonium.
âWait,â Gojo holds a hand up and you pause. This is his first interruption since you started recounting the nightâs events for him. âEveryone is able to see the monsters?â
You stare at him. What a weird question. â...yeah?â
His mouth twists and it looks like heâs thinking about something. You canât even begin to imagine what. Finally, he comments, âMakes sense.â
It does not, but you donât ask him to elaborate. Surely if it was important he would have just done so.
âAnyway, in the middle of all that, you⊠you do something.â Your brows bunch together as you remember the stance Gojo took, the crazed and desperate look in his eyes, the feeling of your head about to explode. âI donât know how to describe it. At first, it would just force me to⊠activate my technique, I guess. But now, it just knocks me out for a few minutes.â
Gojo frowns and he rubs at his chin, obviously thinking about what youâve said. Eventually, he raises a hand and bends his fingers into a familiar gesture. Itâs the one that preludes whatever he does on the platform. âDo I do this?â
âYeah.â
He hums. âInteresting.â
You wait to see if heâll explain. He doesnât. Great. Even if he doesnât think you need to know, it certainly would be nice to. Itâs annoying otherwise, but you ignore the feeling and continue. âI canât tell you what happens when Iâm knocked out, but when I come to everyone is basically a zombie and all the monsters from the train are gone. I think you kill them.â
âI probably do,â he says casually. âBut what about Volcano Head?â
â...you don'tâŠget a chance to kill him,â you say slowly. Gojo tilts his head, waiting for you to elaborate, but you hesitate. You have to tell him, you know you do, butâŠ
You have seen the interaction so many times and though you don't know the exact nature of the relationship between them, you can tell that seeing Suguru Geto (or rather seeing his body) shook Satoru Gojo to his very core.
There's no doubt in your mind that he will not take this news well.
âCome on now,â Gojo's tone is light-hearted, unaware. âDon't keep me in suspense here.â
It's as if you're withholding the punchline to a joke. In a way, you suppose you are, but you don't think he's going to find it funny.
You take a deep breath. You need to tell him. The worst thing that could happen is that he doesn't believe you, but if that's the case⊠you'll probably just end up repeating this all again until you find a loop where he does.
Having made it this far, you'd like to avoid all that.
âBefore you can get Volcano Head you get restrained by something called the prison realm,â you say slowly, âby someone calling themselves⊠Suguru Geto.â
The second the name leaves your mouth, there is a clear and obvious shift in the air. Gone is Gojoâs laid-back and frivolous demeanor, replaced with something more somber and almost frightening. The tension grows more and more palpable to the point that you think it might almost choke you.
You almost wish that it would.
âYou canât be serious,â Gojo finally says, once your words have fully sunk in.
âIââ You start to speak, but come to an abrupt stop when you see him shove his hand into his pocket to yank out his phone of all things.
The both of you know full well that thereâs no reception here, but you donât think that heâs planning on making any calls. Gojo scrolls and scrolls on his phone before he stops and shoves the screen in your face. It shows a picture of three peopleâ a teenage girl with a cigarette in her mouth, a younger, happier version of Gojo sporting a pair of round sunglasses andâ
âWhen you say âGetoâ is this who youâre referring to?â Gojo demands, using his other hand to point at the third person in the frameâ a handsome young man with long dark hair pulled up into a bun.
âYes, butââ
âThatâs impossible. It canât be him,â Gojo interrupts, his voice firm, cold even. âHeâs dead.â
Thereâs a note of finality in his words that is definitely meant to leave no room for argument. It doesnât stop you, though. Instead, you glare at Gojoâs stupid blindfold and say, â...being dead doesnât mean a damn thing! Iâve died hundreds of times and yet Iâm still fucking here, butââ
âYour situation is different,â he interjects, the temperature of his tone hiking up, his words like heated hissing. âI killed him almost a year ago. There's no wayââ
âYou didn't get rid of the body properly!â You cut him off, raising your voice in hopes that he'll take even just a second to stop and listen. It seems to work and you add something you remember âGetoâ saying. âYou should have had Shoko Ieiri get rid of it, but you didnât and now some⊠some kind of gross brain thing is possessing the corpse!â
The air between you both is silent as the grave. Though you can't see it, you can feel the weight of his gaze pressing down on you. Heâs definitely having second thoughts about everything youâve said so far. Thereâs a chance he might even think youâre his enemy now. You stare him down though, refusing to look away. Youâve made it this far, you canâtâ you wonât back down.
â...youâre not lying, are you.â Gojoâs words are more of a statement than a question. Thereâs no doubt in your mind that he knows the answer, and yet heâs still asking. You wonder if maybe heâs clinging onto some vain hope that maybe, just maybe this all a sick, cruel joke thatâs gone way too far.
âIâm not.â
Gojo holds your gaze for a second longer before he lets out a curse. âFuck!â
â...Iâm sorry,â you say quietly, mostly because it feels like the most correct thing to say at this moment. You donât know the whole story, but it seems like they were close. If so, then it must have hurt Gojo a lot to have killed him, and must hurt even more to know that someone is desecrating the body. You hate that you, a complete and utter stranger, happened to be the person to tell him, butâŠ
It had to be done, for the sake of getting past this unending night, it had to be done.
Gojo runs a hand through his hair and lets out a ragged sigh. âOkay. What happens after that?â
You give him a rundown of what follows; he gets sealed, the monsters wake up and all but âGetoâ leave in search of their next target. When you mention the high school girls demanding the brain give Getoâs body back, Gojo snorts loudly.
âFat chance of that,â he says derisively.
You nod in agreement. It was clear to you that the brain parasite has no intent on giving it up any time soon. âAfter they leave, he⊠talks to me.â
âProbably couldn't ignore all that cursed energy you have,â Gojo remarks offhandedly.
You stare at him, expression twisted in a way that shows that you have absolutely no clue what that means. It should be fine for you to ask this one question; it actually concerns you after all. âWhat does that even mean?â
âExactly what it sounds like, though⊠probably doesn't make much sense to you, does it?â
You give him a pointed glare and all Gojo does is laugh.
âJust think of it like having a lot of MP.â
â...Like in a video game?â
âExactly!â Then, Gojo tilts his head, clearly thinking. You don't bother asking; you don't feel like he'll explain.
âHe does ask me if I'm a sorcerer, whatever that is. Is that why?â
âProbably. Ordinary people don't have even a fraction of the energy you're packing.â
âOrdinary peopleâ he says as if youâre not an ordinary person who got caught up in all this supernatural sorcery bullshit. Or at least you were, but if the time loops are really a product of your own doingâŠ
âDoes he kill you when you answer?â Gojo asks to get the conversation back on track.
âNot right away. What happens next kind of varies,â you answer. âHe usually lets me have a question or two before he kills me; I've asked him a couple different things.â
âReally taking advantage, arenât you?â Gojo says and you're not sure what to make of his tone. Is he mocking you or is he easing back into that laid-back persona of his?
âIf Iâm doomed to repeat the same situation over and over, I might as well make the most of it,â you respond flatly.
âYou know, your technique kind of reminds me of save scumming.â
Heâs definitely gone back to acting almost completely unseriousâ all signs of his earlier agitation are nearly gone.
âSo what did you learn?â
âWell, the prison realm only holds one occupant. Once theyâre sealed, time stops for them and the only way out is if the bearer unseals them or if they choose to kill themselves.â
âI see⊠And what about our body jacker?â
âHe didnât go into detail but he said something about⊠striving toward the evolution of mankind?â You frown a little at the memory. He didnât explain further because he said that you wouldnât understand.
âHuh. Interesting. Wonder how he was gonna go about doing that.â
âI don't know, but I can't imagine you'd like it since he goes out of his way to seal you into that box,â you say. âSaid youâd get in the way because youâre too strong.â
Gojo shrugs his shoulders and grins a little. Cocky. âWell, I am the strongest sorcerer around, you know.â
You would think him overconfident if you hadn't seen the magnitude of his strength first hand.
âAnyway, that's as far as I ever go. When he's decided heâs done talking to me, he kills me and I loop back.â
âSo, in short, what you want help with is getting past that point, right?â
âMore or less.â
âAnd all I have to do is avoid getting caught by the prison realm?â
You nod.
âWhatâs it look like?â he asks. âA big cage with a bunch of metal bars?â
Now that you think about it, you havenât woken up early enough to see it before it traps him, but you canât imagine it looks that much different. âNo.. Itâs a small box with eyes⊠It gets big enough to fit you in it, though.â
âHuh.â He stretches his arms out above his head as if heâs trying to emphasize how large he actually is and shoots you a grin. âShould be easy enough then. I bet our body snatcher used the shock of seeing Suguru to trap me but since I'll see it coming, avoiding it'll be a piece of cake.â
Gojo makes it sound so easy, and maybe it really is as simple as that, but you can't help but be worried still.
âDon't tell me you don't think I can do it,â he says, tilting his head.
âIt's not that,â you admit. âI'm just concerned I might die before we can get to that point.â
Truthfully, since you know that will just result in another loop you're less concerned with dying itself and more worried about losing the progress you've made in convincing Gojo to help you. Even though it's been clearly proven you can loop him as well, there's no guarantee you'll be able to make the physical contact needed to do it upon death.
âYou've made it pretty far on your own, though, right?â
âYeah, but⊠Iâve messed up plenty of times.â More than you can even count. âThere's also the possibility that taking the time to talk to you might have thrown things out of whack.â
Speaking of time, you check your phone. It's 8:39PM. You curse.
Gojo leans over to check your phone. âLet me guess, I'm supposed to be somewhere right now.â
âYeah, this is when youâre descending down onto the platform.â
âYou know where I am down to the exact minute?â He asks and you tilt your head back and forth a little. Itâs not exact per se, but itâs close enough. Gojo chuckles a little. âMan, I didnât realize that you were actually that into me.â
That earns Gojo a glare from you, but he just laughs it off. âI doubt being a few minutes late is going to make a big difference.â
You certainly hope so.
âDon't worry,â Gojo says and you notice he's using that tone from earlier. âYou won't die.â
Itâs hard to argue with him when he uses such a reassuring sounding voice and yet, you still open your mouth to tryâ to voice your doubts, but what he says next silences you before you even can.
âI'll protect you.â
You think your heart stops beating in your chest and your words dissolve in your throat.
He grins at you. âDid you fall in love with me just now?â
That catches you a little off guard. You're willing to admit he's hot, but surely he must be joking. âHow could you even think of something like that at a time like this?â
Gojo laughs again. âWell, since someone is so worried about their time table being all messed up, I better head down there; canât keep Volcano Head and friends waiting, right?â
You blink. Is that it? âWait, shouldnât we make a plan or something?â
âIsnât the plan for me to not get caught in the prison realm?â
Yes, but⊠âBut what about me? Is there anything I can do?â
Gojo stares at you, or at least you think he does. â...I donât know, is there?â
Youâve seen the encounter between Satoru Gojo and those monsters so many times and you try to picture a version of it where you intervene and⊠all you can see is yourself getting in his way. Youâre no fighter, no⊠sorcerer, or whatever he is, youâre just some ordinary person that was unfortunate enough to get all caught up in this mess. The most you can probably do is kick the prison realm out of the way when the time comes, but otherwise⊠â...no, I guess not.â
His expression turns sympathetic. âYouâve done plenty by telling me everything that happens. So just wait up here, and let me handle the monsters.â
You almost nod. Almost. But then you remember what transpires up here above the platform. You know it sounds safer up here where youâre less likely to get involved in the carnage, but⊠âWait, no, if I stay up here then Iâll fall to my death when those girlsââ
Gojo laughs, interrupting you. âDonât worry about that. Itâll be fine.â
âHow?â
âJust trust me.â
âIâŠâ Itâs hard to. After everything youâve gone through itâs hard to trust in anything, to believe in anything. Even though youâve made it this far this time, the worry that something will go wrong and that youâll have to do it all again still lurks in the back of your mind.
Despite all that, you want to believe.
You want to believe that you can make it past this unending night, that one day youâll wake up and itâll no longer be October 31, 2018. And the first step towards that is trusting in Satoru Gojo.
â...okay,â you say quietly. âOkay.â
Gojo chuckles then asks, âAnything else before I head off?â
You start to ask if thereâs anything you should say, in case things donât work out, but you stop yourself. Youâre choosing to trust him, to believe in himâ you can figure out that stuff later if things end up going south after all. So, instead you give him a smile and it feels a little weird because you donât remember the last time you did. âGood luck!â
For a split second, Gojo looks almost surprised, but then he laughs again, beaming widely at you. He starts to move past you and reaches out to give you what you think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze of the shoulder and then heâs off. You turn to watch him go, the crowd, once again, parting almost naturally for him.
When he reaches the barricade, he pauses, raising his hand as if heâs giving you one last wave. Then he jumps over it onto his little perch and then less than a minute later heâs gone, descending to the platform below.
Now, all you can do is wait.
You check your phone again and itâs 8:44PM. If you remember correctly, the high school girls start threatening everyone right before 9PM. With Gojoâs arrival being shifted back almost five minutes, does that mean that theyâll be shifted back too? It would make sense, but youâre not too sure.
Out of habit, you keep checking your phone and at nearly 9PM, you hear the shrill voice of one of the girls over the crowd, commanding everyone to do what she says, her partner stringing up bodies until everyone listens. Everything plays out just as you remember it, which is mildly comforting, though you know that the events that happen up here are more or less independent from what happens below.
Surely, just as Gojo said, a few minutes arenât going to change anything, butâ
No.
You agreed to trust him. To trust that everything would be fine.
When the girls start to demand that as many people as possible climb onto the roots and vines covering the atrium your heart starts to hammer in your chest. In just a few minutes, all the foliage will disintegrate beneath you, and you and everyone else here will fall into the abyss below.
You are afraid.
There isnât a single loop where youâve really survived this fall. If you donât die in midair, you die right after landing. Itâs a death trap, and thatâs why youâve stopped coming up here. Thereâs a part of you, the part that knows whatâs about to happen, that wants to try and run back onto stable footing. But you canât, because you know if you do then the girls will kill you for sure; you have to stay.
Itâll be fine, you tell yourself, itâll be okay.
You just have to trust Gojo.
An eight car train is pulling in. Please wait behind the yellow line.
You hear the announcement faintly below you. Itâs almost time. You brace yourself and try to stay calm. Gojo said he would protect you, that you wouldnât die. You donât know how he intends to keep that promise, but all you can do is believe in his words.
Itâll be fine. Itâll be okay.
The vines and roots start to crack and the ground beneath you starts to give out. You squeeze your eyes shut as that sickening weightless feeling overtakes you. It occurs to you that this is actually quite literally a trust fallâ will Satoru Gojo really be able to catch you?
As you fall, you realize almost instantly that something is different.
Youâve experienced this fall dozens of times and so, even though it has been a while since youâve gone this route, you are very familiar with what it feels like. Something is different. Youâre falling faster. The trajectory is changing. Itâs like some force, other than gravity, is pulling at you.
Is this Gojoâs doing?
Just as your body collides with the ground you hear the sounds of mutilating flesh meld with the screams surrounding you. Blood and severed limbs litter the ground, but you try to ignore it. You need to focus on your own survival right now. Quickly, you scramble to your feet scan the area around you; youâre on the platform right now and right in front of you isâ
Right in front of you is Satoru Gojo.
His back is turned to you, his focus currently elsewhere. Looking at him you realize you recognize this scene, though itâs much closer and at a different angle. Heâs about to do that thing, that thing that knocks you out.
Something in you tells you to move closer to him, after all, he used his mysterious powers to deliberately bring you closer to him, right? You rush toward him and as you do something he said earlier pops up in your mind.
Anyone you happen to be touching when you activate your technique gets affected by it too!
Whatever heâs about to do⊠Is that his âtechnique?â And if it is, would it work the same way as yours? If so, thereâs only one way to find out: you need to touch him. You dodge monsters and other people as you run toward Satoru Gojo andâ
A monster still manages to grab you, its large hands wrapping around your wrist. You try and yank it free, but it's much stronger than you are.
âShit!â you hiss as the monster starts to pull you toward it and away from Gojo. What do you do? Your other hand is still free, should you try to punch it in the face? Orâ
Before you can do anything, something blasts the monsterâs head clean off. Shocked, you stare as the monsterâs body slumps onto the ground, its grip loosening on you instantly. You whip your head around to find that while Gojo still has his back to you, his arm is bent back in your direction, his palm open as if he fired some invisible blast from it.
Then you feel it again, something pulling at you, but this time it's more forceful. Your body is yanked toward Gojo and the second you feel his hand press against you, you see him make that gesture with his other hand.
âDomain Expansion,â he whispers in a strained voice. âInfinite Void!â
Something happens and your vision flashes for a fraction of a second. And thenâ
The room is enveloped in an eerie stillness; all the violence and bloodshed coming to an abrupt stop. Monsters and humans alike stand like the living dead, unconscious with their eyes wide open as if they are staring into an infinite abyss. You recognize this scene, youâre familiar with it because itâs similar to the one you wake up to after being hit by Gojoâs âdomain expansion.â The only difference is the presence of the monsters, who are all but gone when you regain consciousness.
The pressure from Gojoâs hand is gone and he says to you, his voice still low. âIf youâre squeamish when it comes to blood and gore, it might be best for you to close your eyes.â
And then heâs gone.
You do not take his advice. You do not close your eyes. How many loops were you unable to witness whatâs about to unfold? A few hundred? A few thousand? And if all goes to plan, then you will never get another chance again: thereâs no way you could possibly look away.
And what you see unfold before you is that Satoru Gojo was right.
He is the one to kill all the monsters.
Itâs not as if you really had any doubt, after all, it seemed like the most logical conclusion to come to and yetâŠ
Thereâs a difference between knowing and seeing.
All the violence resumes and the platform is engulfed in the sounds of carnage and slaughter once more. The lack of terrified screams makes everything more disconcertingâ without them, all you can hear is the squelching echo of mangled flesh and blood splattering all over the place. You canât really see him, but you can tell where Satoru Gojo is in the crowd as he leaves dozens upon dozens of decapitated heads soaring in his wake. Once or twice, he leaps out of the crowd and even from where you stand you can see the crazed glow of his inhumanly blue eyes as he massacres monster after monster.
Even though you donât think you have anything to be scared of, you are still terrified: Satoru Gojo is no longer a man, but violence incarnate. You want to move closer to where Gojo gets trapped, but youâre afraid to. What if you get in his way? What if he kills you by accident?
Dying again when youâve made it this far is definitely not ideal, but isnât being killed by Gojo the best case scenario? Because then the two of you would probably loop together again andâ
No.
Gojo said you wouldnât die.
He said heâd protect you.
Itâs hard to believe when heâs in the middle of a massacre, slaughtering monsters left and right, but you remind yourself yet again that you have to believe in him.
You take a deep breath and start moving, taking care to keep an eye on where Gojo is. You donât know how long this is supposed to take, but you do know where he ends up when heâs just about done. The closer he gets to that spot, the sooner the prison realm will be unleashed upon him.
Thereâs a small group of zombified people nearby and you settle yourself among them. Itâs not super close, but you think it's close enough that you'd be able to run over and kick the box away from Gojo if you have to. You do a quick survey to see if you can spot the body snatcher, but he's nowhere to be found. Hopefully, he hasn't noticed you moving around, or, if he has, he's more concerned with Gojo than he is with you. Given that you always seem to be the last thing he acknowledges, you'd like to think that he doesn't consider you a threat.
Which you're not, not really anyway.
The sounds of slaughter start to die down and you look to see Gojo approaching the spot where he gets caught. He looks beat, his eyes unfocused and his breathing heavy. You do another quick scan around him and notice a small box a few meters away from him, wrapped in what looks like paper charms or seals or whatever they're called. That has to be the prison realmâ though it looks different than what you saw before. Gojo seems to notice it right after you do, his gaze honing in on it, examining it with some measure of bewilderment. Then, some invisible force slices through all the paper seals covering the box and it expands, the corners of the box floating up in midair to reveal what looks like a large sheet of dark red flesh with a large bloodshot eye stapled to the middle.
Disgusting.
If Gojo didnât realize before, he seems to now, because he takes a step back, away from the grotesque thing. Good, goodâ
âHey! Satoru!â Your blood runs cold at the sound of the body snatcherâs voice. He emerges from the crowd, smiling widely as he gives Gojo a wave. âLong time no see!â
Satoru Gojoâs entire body goes rigid. Shit. You told him, you warned him about what was going to happen, who he was going to see, but was that not enough? Itâs possible that no amount of warning would have been enough to mentally prepare Satoru Gojo for the sight of the man he said he killed a year ago. After all, you know that thereâs a stark difference between knowing and seeing. Even then, if Gojo doesnât gather his wits and move now then heâs going to get caught and you canât let that happen.
Your body moves before you can even think about it.
You scramble out from your hiding spot in the crowd and throw yourself in between Satoru Gojo and the prison realm. Thereâs no way you can kick it away from him now, not when itâs in this form, but maybe, if you get between them you can at least keep it from capturing him.
The eye quivers erratically, as it flits from Gojo to you. Every hair on your body stands on end as it watches you, the pupil dilating and contracting uncontrollably. You canât look away from it, your own gaze fixed to your image reflected in the black abyss of the pupil. Something in the back of your mind tells you to stop, to get away, itâs dangerous, but you keep your feet firmly planted to the ground.
A second, or maybe even a minute passes and the prison realm shifts, its fleshy form morphing to restrain you.
The body jacker looks at you, his frown tinged with disgust. âDonât you think youâre being rather rude by butting into what could have been a touching reunion?â
You scowl. Is he still trying to play the role of Suguru Geto?
He sighs and looks past you at Gojo. âSatoru, I thought bringing lesser sorcerers to fight alongside you was more trouble than it was worth?â
You hear Gojo snort from behind you, âIt is⊠but this person here isnât a sorcerer⊠Just like you arenât Suguru Geto.â
The faker almost pouts and presses his hand to his chest as if Gojo's words have wounded him. âSatoru, Iâm hurt, how could you say such a thing to your best friend?â
âCut the bullshit,â Gojo snarls. âYou canât fucking fool me. You might be in Suguruâs body but I know with all my heart and soul that youâre not him.â
The corpse snatcher stares at Gojo, expression blank before he sighs once more. Then, his gaze shifts back to you, his eyes narrowed as he looks at you with sheer disdain. It feels as if youâve been drenched in ice cold water. There's no smile this time but you already know what's going to happen.
Heâs going to kill you.
âI intended to deal with you later since you seemed harmless enough,â he says, raising a hand to summon a monsterâ the same one he always uses to end your life. âBut youâre in the way. So, I think itâs for the best if I just get rid of you right now.â
Instinctively, you try to take a step back but the prison realmâs restraints keep you in place. Not that it would have mattered much, even in the loops where youâve tried to escape the fakerâs monster, it still kills you, too fast and too agile for an ordinary human like you to avoid. All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the monster to kill you. At least, itâs always painless.
Something touches your back.
Your eyes shoot open.
Before you is the monster, wiggling and writhing only mere centimeters from your face. It gurgles and snarls at you, desperate to fulfill its masterâs wishes and kill you but it doesnât move any closer. You stare at it with wide eyes, unsure of what to do.
Someone behind you clicks their tongueâ Gojo. You try to turn your head to look at him, but your movements are too limited, the most you can do is turn your head to the side. The sounds the monster is making start to change, sounding more frenzied, almost as if itâs in pain, and you flit your eyes in its direction just in time to see its entire body explode. The monster's guts and bright purple blood fly off in every direction, getting on the floor, the ceiling, the zombified bodies of the people unfortunate enough to be nearby, but not on you.
This is Satoru Gojoâs doing.
He steps in front of you, half turned towards you as he moves in between you and the body snatcher. His hands are shoved in his pockets as he loudly says, âDid you really forget about me?â
Youâre not sure if heâs talking to you or the body snatcher.
Past him, the imposter scowls, raising his hand once more, probably to summon even more monsters, but Gojoâs quicker, and it almost looks like his eyes are glowing even brighter, the blue looking almost white as he whips his head in the fakerâs direction. The sound of mangling flesh and breaking bones echoes throughout the room as Gojo, using that mysterious power of his, seems to break the fakerâs arm.
The body snatcher hisses loudly and despite the fact that his face is twisted in very obvious pain, he tries to shoot Gojo a mocking smile. âDo you really think you can kill your best friend again?â
âI already told you,â Gojo turns to fully face the monster inhabiting Getoâs corpse. He tilts his head a little to the side and some force starts to squeeze at the fakerâs neck. âYouâre not Suguru.â
You hear a loud crack as Gojo telekinetically snaps his neck.
The head rolls onto the ground and you almost look away, but then you notice his eyes still moving, looking around. Is he still alive? Then you remember: the thing possessing Suguru Getoâs body was some kind of parasite. âGojo! Wait! The brain!â
He reacts almost instantly, head turning and in an instant the skull is crushed and all that remains is red splotch on the ground.
You almost relax. Almost.
But the body is still standing.
Horrified, you watch as it quivers violently before falling to the ground. Then what looks like dozens of black spirits start to erupt from the corpse and the entire room is engulfed with a shrill howling.
What the hell is going on?
âThose must be all the cursed spirits he consumed,â Gojo explains uselessly, voice barely audible over the screaming. âGuess he was empty before.â
You donât bother asking what he means. There are bigger problems right now. âWhat do we do?â
âNo choice to exorcise them,â he answers plainly.
For him to exorcise them, he means. You both know that thereâs not much that you can do. You still canât move and honestly, you donât even know if itâs possible to get out of the prison realmâs restraints. Not without dying. And if you die nowâŠ
Everything will have been for naught.
Youâll reset time and have to do this all over againâ assuming you can even get to this point again.
There has to be something, you just have to think outside the box.
Or ratherâ
âGojo!â
He glances back at you.
âYou need to seal me in the prison realm!â you exclaim. He turns to face you fully, looking bewildered and you start to explain as fast as you can. âThose things are going to attack any minute right? I canât move or try to hide and I canât expect you to protect me the entire time and if I die then Iâll end up looping time again, butâ but, if you seal me in the prison realm then that wonât happen.â
Gojo frowns, looking conflicted. âYou donât think I can do it?â
âWouldn't it be easier if you didnât have to?â
He tilts head and you think heâs conceding your point.
âPlease,â you beg, staring at him desperately. âWe donât have much time. The other⊠cursed spirits will wake up soon too!â
You donât have to explain that you mean Volcano Head and friends.
It takes only a second for Gojo to consider the very few options you have. â...how do you seal it? Do you know?â
âI think so,â you answer. âThereâs no guarantee itâll work but I think that if you say âprison realm, gate closeâ it should seal me inside.â
If anything, itâs worth a shot.
Gojo nods. âDo you know how to break the seal?â
âI⊠donât,â you confess. You never asked, and you donât think the body snatcher would have told you even if you did. He only told you that it holds one and thatâŠ
That time doesnât flow in the box.
â...you donât have to break the seal.â
Gojo frowns, âWait a secââ
âEven if I make it past tonight⊠What if this all happens again? What if I inadvertently trap myself in another time loop?â you ask. âI⊠I donât want to have to go through all of this again. Itâs better for me in a place where time doesnât pass.â
You donât know for sure if itâll be better, but right here, right now, it seems like the best option.
It feels like an eternity passes before Gojo says anything.
â...fine,â he agrees and you donât quite know how to feel about it. The howling around you all grows louder. You wonder why the cursed spirits havenât attacked yet. Maybe Gojoâs power is holding them at bay⊠for now anyway. You both know that he canât ignore them forever.
â...before I do, though, mind if I ask you just one thing?â
You blink. âNot sure what I can do for you in this stateâŠâ
He laughs. âI just want to know your name.â
What an odd request. Though, now that you think about it, you donât think that during this loop or any other loop really, youâve ever told him your name. It only seems fair to tell him, since youâve known his for longer than heâs known of your existence.
You tell him your name.
He nods, looking as if heâs committing to memory. Probably easier to remember than his phone number. âAny last words?â
You try to think of something. Nothing comes to mind and you just shake your head.
Gojo takes a deep breath, âAlrighty then⊠Prison realm, gate close.â
Just as it did the many times youâve seen Satoru Gojo sealed away, the boxes and restraints around you vibrate a little before they start to close around you, growing large enough to fit your body as they approach.
You wonât see it, but once youâre inside the box will shrink and become small enough to fit in the palm of someoneâs hand.
Will it be quiet inside?
In your final seconds, some words, some last words come to mind, and you say them, hoping that he hears them in time. âThank you, Satoru Gojo.â
You burn the glittering glow of his brilliant bright blue eyes into your mind.
And then, everything is engulfed in an unending black.
Itâs November 30, 2018â morning on the campus of Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School.
Satoru Gojo strides through the school grounds, casually tossing a small silver box with eerie blue eyes known as the prison realm up and down in his grasp. Walking at his side is Shoko Ieiri, a pretty woman whoâs been unfortunate enough to have been Satoruâs friend since high school.
âAre you sure this is a good idea?â Shoko asks, twirling a few strands of her long brown hair.
âWhat do you mean?â Satoru responds nonchalantly. âAll my ideas are good ideas.â
Shoko hums in clear dissent, but doesnât say anything more. Even she knows better than to try and waste her time trying to argue with Satoru. âIâm just worried about their mental state. Didnât you say that time doesnât flow in the box?â
âIâd be worried if it was some normal person,â Satoru says. âBut after what theyâve gone through I think theyâll be fine.â
â...well, if you say so.â
The two arrive at their destination: the largest training area on the Jujutsu High grounds. Satoru places the prison realm at the center and takes a few steps back with Shoko standing behind him, in case anything happens.
He doesnât think it will, but itâs always good to take at least a few precautions.
âGojo, are you sure we should be doing this?â Shoko asks again. âDidnât they want to remain in the box?â
âOf course I am,â Satoru says with his usual air of confidence before looking back at the prison realm nestled in the grass. He grins and thenâ
âPrison realm, gate open.â
if you made it this far. thank you. it's my sincerest hope that you enjoyed the ride. 3
#OHHHHHHHH MY GOD.#okokokok this is gonna be. Really Incoherent sorry in advance đđ niku this made meâŠâŠ insane. fully. someone needs to restrain me#one of my favorite gojo fics Ever??? like genuinely????? this was SUCH a pleasure to read i have sm i wanna say :((( hhhhhh#FIRST OF ALLL the higurashi poemâŠ. what a banger <33 i LOVE how it ties in with the ending too but more on that later :33#but itâs also so perfect bc reading this fic rlly did feel like playing a vn in the BEST way possibleâŠ. just. seeing all the tiny variation#experiencing the loops along w readerâŠâŠ it was just SUCH an enjoyable experience i canât even describe it!!!!!!!!! iâm so floored!!!!!!!!!!#like i ADORE timeloops itâs my favorite trope Ever and this fic was just . a godsend?? perfection??? the best loopfic ive read?????#IâM STILL GOING FULLY INSANE OVER IT BTW it satiated every single craving i have for timeloop content. my brain is leaking endorphins rn đ”â#i LOVE the opening lines and the constant reusage of âItâs the night of October 31 2018â Halloween in ShibuyaââŠâŠ just so satisfying somehow#and readerâs mental state was also so thoughtfully depicted⊠it was so easy to insert myself into them but theyâre also. rlly charming?#them latching onto gojo as the one anomaly of the timeloopâŠ. fixating on him and his beauty (real as fuck btw)âŠ. and searching for hope!!!#finding hope in gojo!!!! learning to trust him!!!!! :((( it feels kinda like a very twisted one-sided slowburn ⊠and i ate it up.#i also rlly like that itâs not explicitly romantic!!! thereâs enough subtext to enjoy a romance aspect but itâs not the Focus yk??#and i like that!!! the focus is on reader and the timeloop and both of those aspects are woven into gojo rlly naturally :>#ok so iâm using that as a segway. bc OFC i need to rant abt gojo fucking satoru and how much i love him and ur take on him đđ#every once in a while iâll find a fic where iâm like. this author knows Gojo Satoru personally. they speak to him on the phone every night.#and this fic is ABSOLUTELY one of those likeâŠ.. this gojo is Canon to me. iâm so serious abt it like thatâs HIM !!!#and it just reminded me of why i love him sm bc this rlly does feel exactly like the gojo from the manga and thatâs SO impressive 2 me âŠ.#iâm in awe of u niku. i donât even know where to begin w gojo bc i loved SO many lines and lil details u put inâŠâŠâŠ. đ”âđ«đ”âđ«#heâs just. soooooo charming :/// he truly is. heâs beautiful and handsome and he gives you his number every loop . w a star symbol!!!!#asks you for your phone or a pen and gets all excited writing his name⊠the mochi receiptâŠ. đ„ș heâs so endearing we need to put him Down.#HEâS SO GOODDDDD I CANâT SAY IT ENOUGHâŠ. his convos with reader were a huge highlight for me and i loved loved LOVED#the moment he finally understands their situation. when they speak and he hears them out and heâs almost gentle. sooo reassuring.#starting to think youâre genuinely gege akutami btw like . gojo is so complex but you just. captured him perfectly???#heâs cocky and playful and teasing and a killing machine and heâs Kind. heâs playful even when youâre a stranger#and when he finally hears you out he speaks softly and says heâll protect you :((( reader is better than me i wouldâve cried LMAO#THE DIALOGUE IS SO GOOD N FEELS SO REAL âdid you fall in love with me just now?â NOOO âŠ.. âčïžâčïžâčïžâčïž âŠ. (maybe âŠâŠ..)#ack. heâs the most charming man in the universe my heart was fluttering like crazy this isnât⊠normal human behaviorâŠâŠâŠ#WAIT i almost forgot âŠ. i too adore the jjk dub and every time gojo spoke i heard kaiji tang in my head <33 10/10 would recommend!!!#writing â©
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⧠Ë. FIRST WORDS - S. GOJO X READER
c/w: fluff, domesticity, baby gojo hijinks, based on a TikTok audio, slight innuendo, based on my baby nephew smacking me đ
It isnât unusual for you to hear your husband chatting with your baby. You knew Satoru preferred talking to him over most adult people, but when youâre coming from the garden, you find Satoru crouched down with your son standing on wobbly feet.
âPaââ Satoru intoned, a small smile on his lips.
âPwa?â your baby stared at his father, a curious look on his face.
âPaââ Satoru repeats, and your baby smiles up at him, tiny reflection of a face scrunched up with his blue eyes and messy white locks.
âPwaââ and Satoru pulls him close, tugging him into his arms so he was standing on Satoruâs lap, a grin on his face.
âWho am I?â And you peek around the corner then, only visible to your baby who perks up when he sees you, squirming.
âMama!â Satoru blinks, turning to see you, arms crossed and lips curled as you make your way to the two boys you loved more than anyone else in the world.
âYou couldnât have waited one more minute in the garden?â Satoru teased, as you scooped up your son, his squeal and giggles along with your wide grin melting any sarcasm he had left, as he gets to his feet, âTraitor,â he sticks his tongue at his son, who only clings to you.
âItâs not my fault our son is obsessed with me, just like his father,â you chuckled, showering your baby with soft pecks against his pillowy cheeks, âheâs all you,â
And Satoruâs hand slips around your waist, âwhat are you talking about? I see more of my perfect wife in him every day,â his fingers glide across your cheek, âher laugh, her smile, the cute way she wrinkles her nose when I kiss it,â he kisses both your nose and your sonâs to demonstrate, laughing when he watches you both make the same face, âmakes me want have another,â
âToru, heâs not even two yet,â
âHeâs almost two,â he grins, tugging you closer, whispering in your ear, âand itâs never too early to start practicing, is it?â His words warm your neck, as he presses a kiss to the soft skin behind your ear, âwanna see you round with my baby again, wanna hear you moan when Iââ
WHACK!
âOw!â You stifled a laugh, watching your husband clutch his cheek, your baby tried to managed something like a glare (it was more of a pout).
âNo Papa! No,â your baby half mumbled, clinging onto you, arms around your neck.
âW-what?â And you snort, as Satoru pouts, looking far too much like his son and you start laughing, pressing a kiss to your husbandâs affronted cheek.
âWell, he said papa right?â And Satoru realized that he passed along another thing to his son, watching him hug you tightly â his love for you.
Satoruâs pout softens, âI guess,â and heâs leaning into his son, pressing his forehead to his sonâs, âwe gotta learn to share mama ok?â
And his baby still pouts, before he takes his son, lifting him up high, âand donât forget youâre mine too!â Your son giggles, before Satoru holds him close, as your son clings to him.
âPapa,â he mumbles, and Satoru grins, kissing him a little too hard, earning him another hit.
âOw!â
Well, there were going to be other firsts.
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Missing You Always
based on the steal a moment phone call!!
â--- paring: sylus x reader
â--- summary: Your marriage to Sylus has been a challenging one because of your long distant status. Sylus is determined to remind you that distance can't diminish what you share. He reassures not only your mind but also your body, reminding you why you're meant for each other.
â--- word count: 4.5k
â--- warnings: mdni, slight angst, there's comfort don't worry, soft!dom sylus, you take a bath together, oral sex, fingering, doggy, back shots, bit of background story, sylus is an eater ok..., (he eats your cum), size kink if you squint, no protection is used (wrap it before you tap it)
â--- a/n: i had to get this one out quick because rafayel is quickly taking over my brain ngl.
Just a couple of months before, you married Sylus. He has certainly lived up to (and well beyond) your expectations. While he is the perfect loving husband, your current situation is less than favorable. You knew what you agreed to in this marriage, and you knew the first few years would be difficult, but it did not stop you from feeling a pang in your chest when you arrived home, and your lovely husband was not there because, well, he is still in the N109 Zone.Â
You walked into the front door of your shared home with Sylus, but then again, was it? He is never here during the week. You had both discussed it plenty in the early stages of your relationship, but that did not make the adjustment any easier now that you had moved back to Linkon. Being a hunter was difficult for you, mind, body, and spirit.Â
Despite your feelings, you fought to hold on until the weekend. You knew Sylus was coming home to you soon. After work tomorrow, you would go home, and your lover would be waiting for you. That thought made you smile.Â
You strolled into your home through the grand entryway, maneuvering through it to find the living area. Walking through the arch, you looked above your head to see the chandelier suspended above the coffee table. Turning your head, you observed the ceiling-to-floor windows, admiring the sunset.Â
Your imagination took over, the thought of walking in tomorrow, noticing the lit fireplace, candles throughout the room, and the signature scent of vanilla being carried throughout the room. Youâd know without a doubt that he was home. Your gaze would be drawn to the kitchen where Sylus would be standing. Maybe he got a gift for you, he usually does, something that reminded him of you during your signature five days apart.
âI miss him,â you said aloud reluctantly. A sigh escaped your lips, and your hands covered your eyes, leaving you feeling the somber silence around you.
A few beats of silence were interrupted by Sylusâs signature ringtone. Pulling you from your mind, you shifted quickly, searching for your phone. Making your way to your work bag, you pull the phone out of the front pocket before swiping âacceptâ on Sylusâs phone call.Â
Sylus: "You have no idea how much Iâve missed thisâjust hearing your voice, sweetie. Itâs been way too long. Feels like forever since Iâve had you all to myself." You: "I know, baby. Iâve missed you too. Every night, I go to bed wishing you were here." Sylus: "Soon, though. Tomorrow, itâs all about us. You and me, finally. Iâve been counting down the days." You: "Me too. I remember the last time we were togetherâŠour little movie night⊠I loved it so much." Sylus: "Yeah? Well, tomorrow, I plan to make it even better. Weâve got catching up, and Iâm not just talking about our dinner date, sweetie. Iâve been thinking about you non-stop. I miss touching you, holding you⊠just being with you." You: "I canât wait. Iâve been thinking about it all week. Just the thought of being with you makes everything feel right." Sylus: "Good. Because tomorrow, the second I walk through that door, Iâm not letting you go. No distractions, no interruptions, just you and me. Howâs that sound?" You: "Sounds perfect. Iâve been dying to just⊠be with you again. Really be with you." Sylus: "Good. âCause I plan to remind you how much Iâve missed you in every way."
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"Hey, Sy! Are you almost here yet?" Your voice carried a hint of strain as you focused on dinner preparations. You had cubed some steak, and the hot grease sizzled and popped back at you while you basted the meat with a rich butter-garlic mixture, ensuring each piece absorbed the flavorful glaze.
âYes, Kitten. I should be there in a few minutes, but check the door; there's a gift for you outside.â
âOh! Okay, I didn't know. Iâll go look.â You disconnected the call with Sylus and went to the front door of your house. You saw an absurdly large box waiting for you as you opened the door. You maneuvered the box inside, wanting to open it. You grabbed your knife, tearing through the tape on the top. Once opened, you saw the little white note inside waiting for you.Â
âFor our date.â The simple cursive of the letter made you raise an eyebrow till you bent down and opened the box. You found face masks, bath bombs, moisturizers, oils, candles, and anything you could have desired.
âAh, so he planned a self-care night. How cute!â Then you heard the door creak open, causing you to turn around. You dropped the items swiftly back in the box, overwhelmed with emotion. Â
âIâm home, my love,â he said sweetly. A large smile instantly plastered your face at the sight of him, and you ran into his arms. You could admit that while you were growing used to your hyper-independence, you missed him. His scent, his touch, his presence. How your days to weeks apart made your heart grow fonder was amazing.
You ran to him, jumping in his arms. He caught you quickly as you gave him a tight hug. âI missed you,â you whispered into his ear, pressing soft kisses to his ear lobe. He shuddered at the feeling of your kiss, his eyes falling closed. You pulled your head back to look into his eyes. The heat of your soft kisses ran through him as he opened his eyes to meet yours. He placed his forehead flush against yours, a smile appearing on his face. His hands tightened his hold on you.Â
âOh, sweetie, you donât want to know how much I wished I could come to you this past week,â Sylus said, his eyes dropping to your lips. Holding you with just one arm, his right hand caressed your face. Your face flushed a bit. The look in his eyes said even more than his words. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, âI missed this,â he said, kissing you languidly, almost like you were frozen in time. âAnd this,â his hand moved, tilting your chin upwards and to the side, pressing a taught kiss to your jaw. âThis,â he tilted his head and kissed your neck slowly, starting where your jaw meets your neck, down to where your collarbone begins, before his teeth found your skin, nibbling on it gently.Â
A rough breath came from your lips. The feeling of his lips and teeth on you always felt amazing. âSylusss, letâs finish dinner. I smell it burning,â you said, smelling the cube steak slowly turning into burnt steak. Â
He kissed you once more and nibbled on the skin by your collarbone. âOkay, we wouldnât want dinner to burn now, would we?â he laughed, placing you on your feet. You turned around and made your way to the kitchen, still feeling flustered by how he kissed you moments ago.Â
Sylus followed closely behind, his presence warm and comforting. You carefully plated the mealâtender, butter-basted (slightly burnt) steak cubes, roasted vegetables, and creamy mashed potatoes. The rich aroma filled the kitchen, the perfect mix of savory and satisfying.
"Smells amazing, sweetie," Sylus murmured as he leaned against the counter, watching you with that familiar, teasing grin.
You handed him his plate, the warmth of the food almost matching the heat between you two. Together, you carried the plates to the couch, where the night would begin. The soft lighting in your house casts a cozy glow, setting the perfect mood for the evening ahead.
"Dinner and a show?" he teased, settling beside you, his eyes lingering on yours.
You laughed softly. "Something like that. Letâs just say⊠we wonât leave this couch for a while."
Sylus raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "I like the sound of that."
You both dug into the meal, the flavors rich and comforting, but the real excitement lingered between each bite, the anticipation building for the rest of the date.
The movie you chose to accompany your dinner was a sad romantic comedy. It may not have been the best choice because now you are trying to keep tears from falling from your eyes. You wanted to enjoy your time with Sylus, not cry over nothing.
But you couldnât help yourself. The movie discusses a couple struggling to navigate their careers. They got pulled in different directions and did not end up together⊠It was eerie; it was too reminiscent of your current insecurities.
You turned your head, looking at Sylus, who was already turned towards you. His brows furrowed in concern. âWhatâs going on in that pretty little mind of yours, hmm?â he said, bringing his hand to rest on your cheek as he slowly stroked your face.Â
His tenderness and compassion for you were mind-blowing. His never-ending patience was world-shattering. A tear fell from your eye, wetting his hand. âIs this going to work? I donât want to end up like them, Sylus.â You finally met his fierce eyes, forcing yourself to hold contact as you shared your insecurity with him.
âListen, this isnât forever. It's hard now, but it is temporary. I will make sure of that, " he said, his voice strained at the sight of your tears. He pulled you forward to hug him, and his embrace instantly comforted you. âI promise,â he whispered into your ear, placing the softest kiss on your earlobe.Â
You pulled back ever so slightly to look him in the eyes. âI trust you, Sylus,â you said, sniffling and wiping your face. He smiled at you slightly, and your admission meant much more to him than youâd ever know.Â
âLetâs continue our date. I found those face masks youâve been texting me,â he offered. âI saw! Whereâd you even find those,â you exclaimed and lightly hit his chest. You both laughed together, feeling a bit lighter now.
You shifted to your shared bathroom, which had quite an industrial feel. The walls were covered with deep blue tiles, and the floor was a patterned blue tile, which beautifully complemented the gold and brown accents throughout the room. Walking on your bare feet, the tiles felt cold under your feet, chilling your whole body and giving you goosebumps.Â
Sylus followed behind you closely. The brown box rested in his large hands as he placed it on the wide granite counter. He unpacked the box, pulling out the candles, face masks, oils/lotions, and bath items.Â
You walked behind him, grabbing the candles and placing them around the large bathroom. The scent of a sweet candle promptly filled the air, spreading through the room. You turned off the warm lights, allowing the candles to be your light source.Â
Further setting your space for the date, you turned on some smooth jazzâsomething you and Sylus would appreciate. Playing instruments was not an easy feat, as you would know after your multiple failed attempts at playing the piano.Â
Walking back into the bathroom connected to your primary suite, you saw that Sylus had begun to draw bath water for you two. His hand was wading in and out of the water, monitoring the temperature. You just watched as he worked. He had fresh roses in a plastic bag on the floor next to him. He picked them up, removing the petals. The red roses filled the white bathtub, some resting atop the beautiful bubble bath he made for you two.
âDo you need help getting ready for the bath?â He said suddenly, turning his head to look at you, a slight grin on your face.
âI could use some help,â you said playfully, a pout forming on your cocked head.Â
Sylus stopped the bath water and was now ready for you two to share. He made his way over to you and stood tall before you. You lifted your arms, and he moved to lift your t-shirt above your head, tossing it somewhere in the bedroom, leaving you in a lacy black bra. You watched his eyes shift downward to your chest before looking you in the eyes. He laughed a bit, knowing you caught him looking.
âYour turn, Sy,â you said.
âWhatever you say, Sweetie,â he replied playfully. He lifted his arms above his head, knowing damn well he was too tall for you to pull the shirt above his head. So, instead, he moved to his knees, making it easier for you. You reached down, pulling his casual shirt over his head, leaving him shirtless, on his knees for you. Your eyes widened a bit at the sight. Youâd never get over this.
âNow, these must go,â Sylus said. He was hooking his large fingers into the waistband of your black leggings and panties. He pulled them down slowly, leaving you in just a bra before him. âAlways so beautiful for me,â he said, desire filled his eyes.Â
He reluctantly stood to his feet, standing at full height as he moved to unclasp your bra. âMay I?â He whispered tenderly against the shell of your ear.Â
âOf course, baby,â you said softly. You heard the click of the bra behind you, your breasts falling as they left the support of the bra.Â
Sylus stepped back, looking over your nude body.Â
You flushed at his gaze, lifting your arms to cover your body. âThe bath is getting cold,â you said, suddenly feeling shy in front of your husband.
âLetâs get in, sweetie,â Sylus said with a grin, swiftly slipping off his sweatpants and briefs. He lowered himself into the bath, the water rippling as he settled in, leaving space for you to join him.
You stepped into the hot bath, the warmth enveloping your legs as the water sloshed with your added weight. Steadying your hands on the tub's edge, you guided yourself in, sinking fully until your back rested against Sylusâs broad chest. The hot water worked wonders on your tense muscles, soothing the stress from both your bodies.
The demands of your careers, the physical toll of your work as a hunter, and the mental strain of being apart all faded away at this moment. This was exactly what you both needed: to be close and together.
Closing your eyes, you leaned your head to the side, resting it on Sylusâs strong bicep. You lost yourself in the feeling of him, ignoring the soft glow of candles and the distant music. None of it mattered as much as the sensation of his body against yours. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the hard lines of his abs, the strength in his thighs. Your fingers traced the vein from his bicep to his forearm, grounding you in the moment.
The warmth of his skin against yours was everythingâcomforting, intimate. You were both aware of his cock pressed against your ass, but for now, you both ignored it, savoring the quiet closeness. In this shared silence, nothing else mattered.
The warmth of the bath pulled you into a sense of calm, but the steady rise and fall of Sylusâs chest beneath you stirred something more. You could not ignore how his hands started to drift, one moving slowly up your arm, the other settling on your waist, his finger tracing gentle circles on your skin. A quiet hum of satisfaction escaped your lips as you shifted slightly, pressing your back more firmly against him.
âYou feel incredible, sweetie,â Sylus murmured into your ear, his deep voice sending a shiver through you despite the warmth of the water.
The light touch of his lips grazed your shoulder, and you felt a surge of heat build inside you. His lips lingered, pressing soft, teasing kisses along your neck, his breath hot against your skin.Â
You tilted your head back to give him better access, your heart quickening as his touch became firmer, more deliberate. The tension between you that had been quietly building suddenly felt undeniable. His hand slid down to your thigh, squeezing gently, and you felt a low moan escape your lips.
"Sylus..." you whispered, your voice breathless, your body instinctively pressing against him. His cock, which you both had been ignoring, now became impossible to dismiss.
He growled softly, lips still brushing your neck. "Iâve missed this," Sylus whispered, his lips brushing your ear, voice deep and full of desire. "But I think it's time we take this somewhere... a little more open."
Without waiting for an answer, he shifted beneath you, his strong arms lifting you out of the water as easily as if you weighed nothing. Water dripped from your skin, splashing back into the tub as he stood, holding you effortlessly in his arms.
"Sylus!" you gasped, gripping his shoulders as he carried you with that familiar, confident grin. He didnât speak and just gave you a knowing look, his eyes dark with intent.
He walked you over to the bathroom counter, the cool surface contrasting the heat radiating from your body. Gently but firmly, Sylus sat you down, your wet skin making contact with the smooth countertop, the chill making you gasp.
Before you could fully adjust to your new position, he dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands tugging you forward, positioning you exactly how he wanted. His gaze locked onto yours as he parted your plush thighs, his breath hot against your skin.
"I told you, sweetie," he growled, eyes filled with desire. "Your wish is my command."
Your eyes widened at the sight of him on his knees before you. You were breathless, waiting for his next move.
Sylusâs fingers slotted between your folds, moving to spread them open for him. Your pussy was already so wet, and his fingers were soaked in your slick just from opening you up. He pressed a firm kiss against your pretty little clit. His kiss was slow, testing your reaction. Your hips bucked from his kiss. He could tell youâve grown needy for him.Â
âIt seems I'm not taking good care of my wife.â His intense gaze reached yours. His mouth opened, allowing his hot tongue to make contact with your sensitive clit.Â
A moan fell from your lips. You were quickly feeling overwhelmed. The cold counter, your wet skin, his tongue, his eye contact. You couldnât help but close your eyes. There was too much going on.Â
His tongue expertly flicked your clit, and he was messily making out with your cunt. He decided he would spell his name on it. He loved reminding you who you belonged to after your time apart. He moved his index finger, choosing to work your hole while pleasing your clit. His finger stroked your entrance back and forth, dipping inside a bit more each time he made a pass. You moved your hands to grip under your legs, bracing yourself. Your head bent back, resting against the large mirror in the bathroom.Â
He shifted his expert tongue, closing his lips around your clit. Nibbling on your clit lightly, dragging your attention back to him. Itâs almost like he was punishing you for looking away from him.Â
âEyes on me, Kitten,â Sylus said, his words sending vibrations straight into your clit, as he pushed his larger finger into you. Beginning to stroke your insides, he found that little sensitive button inside you, pressing it firmly, causing you to squirm beneath him, growing heat in your belly. You could feel the heat going to your face at the sight before you.Â
Sylus wantedâneeded all of you, but more than anything, he needed your attention. He has to know that you share his desire.
âYes,â you said breathlessly. You fought to keep your eye on him, even as your pleasure began to build up inside you. The heat of his mouth, his fingers pumping into you expertly, just felt so good.
During the days you spent apart, you counted the hours away. The feeling of his tongue on yours, his body against yours, nothing could compare to what you share with Sylus. The spots are the only ones he knows and can only dare to explore. He blew your mind every time.Â
You shifted one of your hands to grip his white hair. It slotted between your fingers so easily when you tugged it like that. A groan released from his mouth, vibrating your cunt.Â
âIâ oh fuck,â you said suddenly as your hips began to spasm hard against his beautiful face. Your hips lifted at the intensity of the pleasure running through you.
âI know. Come for me, darling,â He purred into you. He kept his mouth on you as you rode out your high. You rode his face, spreading your juices all over him.
Sylus smirked at you. His face was covered in your arousal as you slowly released your grip on his hair. A lazy smile appeared on your face as he stood to kiss you, his hand reaching out, cupping your face sweetly. He kissed you slowly, saving this moment with you. The way he pressed against you sent warmth through your veins.Â
Reluctantly parting his lips from yours, he lifted you off your ass onto your feet.
âTurn around for me, Kitten,â he commanded you sweetly. And you complied, turning around and facing the large mirror before you in the bathroom. You bent over on the counter, the cold granite causing your nipples to harden against it. You rested on your forearms, making eye contact with Sylus in the mirror. He licked his lips, collecting your remaining arousal on his tongue.
And he held that with you, not daring to look away. He took his cock in his hands, his girth heavy in his hands, and he guided himself to your cunt. Gauging your reaction, he rubbed his cock against your slit, and you squirmed a bit, still sensitive from your earlier orgasm.Â
He pushed into you slowly, agonizingly slow. Your eyes were a bit teary as you bit your lip, watching him tease you. You could feel the burn of him stretching you out. Itâd been so long since he fucked you. âdonât tease,â you whined, your lips pouting slightly. You turned back, looking at him directly. âI need you,â you said, your body burning with need.
He kissed you roughly, tilting your head a bit to allow him better access to your lips. At the same time, he sheathed himself fully inside you. A desperate moan fell from your lips, and you tilted your head forward, watching him in the mirror. He took on a slow, deep pace at first, dragging his hips back before pounding back into you.Â
His hands found your lower back, gripping your flesh, bracing himself as he pounded into you. The intensity of his thrusts caused your body to create friction against the counter. Your breast, your stomach, his hands on your backside. It just felt so good.
He thrust into you repeatedly, and you heard the slap of his heavy erection pounding into you. The slap of his balls hit your clit repeatedly as he kept his rhythm. Breaking his eye contact with you, Sylus's eyes trained on where he was pounding into you. Every time he pulled out, your cunt dragged him back in. Begging for him not to pull away. You kept gripping down on him.
He watched as your juices mixed, the white film appearing around the base of his cock. A sly smile appeared on his lips, sending the desire coursing through his veins. He closed his eyes, focusing on how you felt around him. Your gummy walls sucked him in, asking for him to stay. You kept gripping his cock so well you couldnât possibly understand what you were doing to him. He could feel every little time you twitched, gripped him, sucked down on him. And the sounds coming from your pretty little mouth were egging him on. Begging him to come in your pretty pussy, and he couldnât resist much longer.Â
You felt yourself involuntarily grip down on Sylus again, and you turned your head to look at him directly, his pretty face, the flush on his cheeks. He was driving you crazy, too. He kept hitting that sensitive spot inside you, his heavy balls slapping your clit over and over. You couldnât help but grip down on him again. You watched his eyebrows furrow as he slightly opened his eyes to look at yours. His eyes squinted as pleasure began to take over his body.Â
âYou feel so good,â he gritted out, his flushed face apparent as you looked at him more closely. The sight is so erotic, a moan released from your lips. You could feel your wetness all over him. Your cunt was dripping at the sight before you.Â
He began to keel over you. Resting a bit on your back as his thrusts became more sloppy. He laid on top of you completely, âYouâll take my come, wonât you, baby?â he whispered in your ear.Â
âYâyes,â you moaned out. His eyes closed as he rutted into you over and over as his ropes of come filled you.Â
Your hands gripped the counter, steadying yourself until his thrusts slowed up a bit. He was losing his pace and becoming sloppy as he finished riding his high.
His breathing was uneven as he rested his weight on your backside. âYouâre always so good for me, Kitten,â he said breathlessly.
He pulled out slowly, trying to keep his seed in you before he got on his knees, and your eyebrows hit your hairline in shock.
âCanât let this escape now, can we?â Sylus said, slight amusement in his voice as he used his fingers to push his release back inside you before he stood up and licked his two fingers clean. He was looking into your eyes using the mirror.
âSylus!â you exclaimed at the sight. Heâd never done that before. It's a true sight to behold.
âWe taste so good together, sweetie,â he remarked casually, causing heat to go to your face as you watched him leave the room.
He returned with a soft towel, wetting the cloth in the sink, furthest from you, so as not to re-wet your now dry skin.Â
He came back over and wiped your excess shared fluids from your cunt, leaving you slightly damp from the wetness of the towel.
At that, you rolled over, sitting on the counter, before tenderly kissing Sylus on his taut lips. âThank you,â you whispered to him. Heâs always so attentive, you thought. He pressed himself flush against you before wrapping your legs around his waist.Â
âLetâs lay down now,â he said, picking you up.Â
You giggled at that. âYes, letâs,â you said with a large smile. You missed this.
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I feel like Sylus and Raf are the most fun to write for. Their stories always have so much banter idk. THIS IS NOT ZAYNE SHADE, that's my man fr.
#sylus#lnds sylus#lads sylus#lad sylus#l&ds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#sylus love and deepspace#sylus x reader#sylus x mc#sylus x you#sylus qin#love and deepspace#i need him#desire that#x reader#sylus smut#lads smut#lnds smut#l&ds smut#sylus x y/n#sylus x reader smut#sylus headcanons#I CANT EXPLAIN THE WAY I CRIED IMAGINING HIM DOING THIS TO ME.....#buckiverse~writes
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Words cannot express my joy at having this data! This is valuable characterization information!!!
As someone relatively new to the fandom, without a very clear picture of the comicâs evolution over the years, itâs very cool to see the changes of a characterâs personality laid out like that. Like watching one of those time-lapse videos of plants growing.
Except instead of a plant, itâs a time lapse of a somewhat annoying yet confident and capable kid evolving into the poster child for perfectionism and anxiety. Which is kind of sad, but also a little funny when itâs literally represented with an arrow plummeting downwards with no sign of stopping. Heâs just going to get more neurotic. Thereâs no end in sight.
Honestly, relatable.
"The most smug and pretentious looking Dilton" like thank god we found him, my crops were dying (also Archie stop making fun of Dilton cos he wants to learn how to sew)
diltonâs smugness has changed so much over the years. like iâm still amazed by his evolution from Boy Genius to Boy Genius But With Human Emotions.Â
i sketched out a graph of his smugness as a function of time:
#life is hard on the bottom half of the graph#I feel a little called out#ESPECIALLY that part about âphrasing something slightly inaccuratelyâ#all of itâs relatable but THAT part feels so specific#I double check the definitions of words I already know and rephrase things a million times because I hate being misinterpreted#and Iâm scared that Iâll say something wrong and look like an idiot#(like for instance I googled âneuroticâ even though Iâve both looked up the definition before and used the word many times in the past)#(âŠwhat if I remembered it wrong? what if someone calls me out on it?)#and missing a negative sign on a math problem is the WORST THING because you KNEW exactly what you were supposed to do and it was so close#to perfect but NOOOOO one tiny little screwup a few steps back ruins the whole thing and you have to backtrack and erase half your work and#it never looks fully erased so youâre stuck looking at the faint ghosts of your former screwups while you fix the thing you SHOULD have been#able to do right the FIRST time but nooo you just had to miss that stupid tiny detail and#âŠand I think Iâve said too much#anyway thank you ghoststudios for sending me this post#and apologies to hotdogwithagun for dragging up this post from 2017 and venting all over it#hopefully a person (dog?) with such an awesome username is the patient type#(edit: or⊠the hasnât been active in years type)#(thats ok thatâs ok time passes and Iâm always late to the party)#(edit 2: OMG THEYâRE BACK)
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Daddy Dearest (Oscar Piastri Dad fic)
Summary- Oscar is a girl dad.
There weren't many people who had Oscar wrapped around their little finger, except Amelia Piastri. Almost 2 years old and she could make Oscar dance like a chicken on the drop of a hat.
Oscar had met Amelia's mother and the love of his life, Y/N when they were in high-school. They started dating soon after. The year Oscar was a reserve driver for Alpine; he might not have been busy racing but he was busy with his girlfriend. The whole Alpine-Mclaren fiasco brought us baby Mia. It was a usual Thursday, Y/N had been stressing out about missing her period for the second time this month when she had regular periods since she could remember. A thought passed through her; it had been floating around in her head since last month. What if she was pregnant? Oscar and her had always been safe; but not a single contraceptive was a hundred percent perfect. So, without informing Oscar, she went to the store and bought a few tests. When the first one said positive, she did another and then another. By now Oscar had become aware of his missing girlfriend who was coup-ed up in their bathroom for the past half hour. He was knocking on the door; "babe, is everything okay? You've been in there since you returned" But when no reply came; the knocking became more rapid and worried. "Y/N, are you ok? Please answer. You're stressing me out" he begged. Then the door opened slightly. A tear stained Y/N was peaking her head out. Oscar pushed the door open and hugged her. He was scanning the room as his girlfriend's body shook slightly; that's when he saw it; pregnancy tests. He pulled away to look at her; "Have you been busy taking those pregnancy test?" he asked. "How do you know what they are?" she hiccuped. "I've watched TV growing up" he smiled. She nodded and handed the 3 tests to him. They all read pregnant in bold letters. Oscar was over joyed; "Are we gonna be parents?" he shouted. "You're not angry?" she asked. "Why would I be? I get to have kids with the love of my life. Best thing that could ever happen to me" he stated. For the first time since she got the tests, she smiled. "Aren't we too young though?" she asked. "Yes, but I could take on the world with you by my side" he said kissing her. "You'll be the best dad ever" she told him. "You'll be the best mum ever" he said. The pair stayed in each other's embrace for a long time. Oscar will never admit it but he cried and then went on reddit to research what to do as a first time dad.
Amelia was born the next year when Oscar was busy racing. He wasn't able to be there for the birth of his daughter; he might have called his mother and cried about being a shitty dad from the get-go. But his father later consoled him and told him it would be fine. Oscar flew out the first chance he got to be with his girlfriend who was being taken care of by both their parents. The first time he held Amelia, he had started crying as soon as she opened her big brown eyes and looked at him. She was an exact copy of him when he was a baby, at least that's what his mother said. Y/N had to console him instead of the baby. He was sat there with his arms wrapped around Y/N who held their daughter for a really long time. Y/N had fallen in love with the name Amelia after watching the Princess Diaries growing up and Oscar wasn't about to argue with Y/N about naming their daughter after the Queen of Genovia. That's how she was named "Amelia Opal Piastri"
Oscar kept them hidden from the world after they had mutually decided not to tell anyone except their close friends and family which some how, had now included Lando Norris, much to Oscar's dismay since his daughter from the moment she could speak called Lando her twin; Oscar hated it, he was just dad or daddy when she wanted something but Lando was her best friend and twin. Lando took great joy in having to be able to steal Amelia away. Lando was helping Oscar move since he'd been staying in Monaco longer and moving with a kid wasn't easy. Mia was being very difficult today until she saw her Uncle Lando and jumped out of Oscar's arms running to Lando. "Lan, I mwiss you" she pouted raising her hands as if to signal him to carry her. Lando quickly scooped her in his arms, kissing her cheeks which elicited giggles. She wrapped her arms around Lando's neck and turned to her dad sticking her tongue out making Oscar pout. "Come here, you're my princess" he whined. "NO. I wan Lan" she said and hugged him tighter as Oscar tried to pull her away. "Oscar, behave. We have a lot of work to do. If Lando can watch over her while we unpack, that'll be great." Y/N said kissing her daughter's cheek and giving Lando a hug. Reluctantly Oscar agreed to let Lando play with her while he got the house unpacked.
While the two unpacked, Lando kept their little princess entertained. "Lan, do you vroom vroom fast?" she asked playing with the race cars she had. "Yeah" he nodded. "my daddy, vroom vroom" she paused for a moment to think, "fast more, win, wohooo" she said jumping up when the Oscar car she was playing with won and Lando's car came in second. Obviously, Mia was growing up watching racing; her dad was a F1 racer. Lando laughed when she jumped up; "Uncle Lando won many races too" he said. "My daddy win 2 races" she said looking at her fingers, counting them and holding up 2. She looked proud of herself for holding the correct number of fingers, Lando was proud too.
All that playing had tired her out; she was now laying on Lando's chest mumbling gibberish about how Leo could fly while he patted her to sleep. Oscar came back to find his daughter peacefully asleep. "I hate that she likes you more than me" Oscar stated watching the two. "Who said that?" Lando tried to control his laugh. "You can see right now" Oscar pointed out. "Mate, she loves you so much. All we talked about was how her daddy is so fast and has won 2 races." he added. Oscar smiled, "I'll put her in her room, we just got done with that" he said slowly taking her to her bed.
The house would take a few more months before they would be able to be done completely. Mia was already enjoying her play dates with Leo and Roscoe. Alex and Leo would be over a few times a week since Mia would pester Alex to come over with Leo. Leo loved Mia so much, the two would always be seen rolling around on the floor or running after each other. They never seem to tire out until they did and then they would be cuddling each other in their sleep on the couch. Roscoe was an older dog and he had seen quite a few children, he kept Mia more tame if that was possible. He would look out for her and protect her from harms way. He was very protective of her; it was very adorable to watch.
During the break, Oscar was spending the 3 weeks with his family. Y/N had been taking the bulk of parenting their 2 year old which did make Oscar feel guilty and he would try to give her as much me time when he was around as possible. "It's time for a daddy-daughter date" Oscar cooed at Mia as he carried her to get dressed. "What does my princess wanna eat today?" he asked plopping her on the changing table. "I want dino and fries and juice and white icey and tuddles" she cheered. She couldn't say Vanilla ice cream yet so it was white icey and cuddles were tuddles which Oscar hoped she wouldn't out grow. Oscar changed her into a pink tutu on her request. The two of them sat on the sofa watching Bluey with their dino nuggets, fries and a juice. Once she was done eating, half the fries were in Oscar's mouth but who was counting; he got out the ice cream and this was the one food item she would not share with anyone. The latest episode they were watching finished up and Mia was cuddling her dad. Oscar rubbed circles on her back to help her fall asleep; "I love you my angel" Oscar whispered kissing her head. "I wuv you my daddy" she whispered kissing his chest. She had seen her mum do this a few times and Oscar's heart swelled up watching her imitate her mum.
Oscar and Y/N were busy setting up another room in their house when Mia found Oscar's phone unlocked. No one knew how she got onto Instagram but she did and ended up taking a picture of her face and posting it as a story. Within minutes Oscar and Y/N's phones were blowing up. Y/N saw messages from her friends and family to check Oscar's story; Oscar had already seen what his daughter did. The next race was gonna be so fun trying to explain who that was.
The driver's group chat was going crazy, they couldn't stop laughing about how Mia posted herself. The other drivers joked that she was sick of not being able to attend races so she decided to hard launch herself. McLaren's PR team was making a story up which Oscar shut down quickly. He had been dating Y/N for a long time and had a family with her, he wasn't about spin some shitty tale about it being someone else's daughter. This was the final push that Oscar needed to strike the iron when it was hot. Oscar would propose now; the ring he had bought was burning a hole in his pants for a while now.
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i have an idea :]
ok so i always see people asking for gentle/needy/desperate choso. and i love it, butâŠ
what about unassumingly ruthless choso? reader doesnât know what sheâs getting into? reader is cocky and gets humbled FAST? idk i justâŠ
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â€ïž à»đ choso who puts his cute bratty gf in her place
warnings. fem! reader, attempted brat taming, doggystyle, big dick choso, unprotected.
youâve always been one to push his buttons, mainly because he always made it so easy.
choso was as intimidating as a kitten, whenever youâd tease him heâd always keep composure or restrain himself.
briefly smiling nervously, kissing your wrist and telling you to be a good girl and wait until you each return home.
but one day, he kind of just snapsâŠ
he takes you home from shopping nearly all day with you, and you were enthusiastically ecstatic. you wondered what heâd do this time, but your thoughts were no match for what he had initially planned. to put it brief, choso had you laid on the bed on all fours. heâs drilling ruthlessly into your pussy and youâre justâŠspeechless. chosoâs so handsy, every few seconds heâd spank your ass to hear you whine out his nameâin such two slutty syllables.
âc-choso..â youâd moan, the left side of your cheek attached practically to the silk bed sheets as if it was velcro.
âshh, no talkin, princess,â he grunts, and you could hear the slight whine picking up his voice before he stops himself. âi-i have to be more stern with you it seems. canât always be so nice, gotta humble you just a little bit, fuck.â
if it was a word to perfectly describe you right now, at this particular momentâŠit would for sure beâŠdumbfounded.
you couldnât see yourself but youâd bet money you looked stupid.
chosoâs dick was so lengthy, appetizing and hitting every spot with just the tiniest amount of pressures his thrusts had you gnawing on the inside of your cheek with your toes curling tightly.
âwhatâs the matter? no more attitude?â he huffs, tilting his head to move some remaining strands that were starting to occlude his vision.
âi-if youâre gonna be rough, at least go hââ
ââŠoh, baby, youâre jusâ asking for it by this point.â he murmurs, wiping his forehead with the back of his palm.
your eyes rolls at feeling the very tips the curve of chosoâs cock kiss against your folds. so deep, his thrusts were sloppy. purely responsible for the squelched that continuously sang throughout the room.
choso grabs onto both of your waist, and you moan once heâs just dragging your hips back and forth against him, making sure you feel every thick inch of his.
âdo me a favor ân arch your back more,â immensely, you doâyour body responds to choso with such a quickness it was simply humiliating. âgood girlâŠ.now,â and you barely recognize chosoâs voice. usually itâs so sweet and tender, now it was rough and a bit husky, a rasp hidden underneath each sentence he spoke.
needless to say, you found this version of choso to be quite hot.
âwait,â he pauses, pausing the mood with his own cute stammer in his voice, back to normal. ânot goin' to rough, am i? i want you to be comfortable and-â
âbaby, âm fine. keep fucking me please.â you pleaded, feeling his hips stutter as he was in the middle of talking. even trying to keep up a act, he still wanted to make sure you were okayâchoso simpers to himself, caressing your ass before spanking it yet another time.
âokay okay,â he hums. his hips pick up again and youâre basically being pounded into the bed. the grip he had on your hips wasnât too rough but just the perfect amount.
chosoâs breathing starts to pick up, and he enjoys the view of you more than he thought he would. his head goes back, along with his let down hair before he pivots his hips a certain way. your pussy clamped down against him and you hear his jaw clench in pleasure. ââŠshit.â
your legs quavered beneath him, and he then used a hand to bring both of your wrists behind your back. âj-just like that choso, please, please.â
âbaby, youâre not supposed to be praising me,â he pouts, and you giggle before moaning again â a sudden moment occurs where you thickly swallow, only to continue your sweet whimpers. âthis was s-supposed to be a punishment.â
âso punish me then.â you mewled, your cunt easily hugs him like a vice, the noise it makes, a wet pop and youâre just soaked. chosoâs ears grows hot from the feeling and he knows you can feel it too.
he sighs, shoving you further into the bed. âyouâre something else.â and his voice grows low and pitched againâyet choso does the unexpected. he leans right into you, and you instantaneously feel the heel of his foot press against the very back of your head.
he wore socks, the soft padded wool brushes against your neck, and heâs roughly driving into your pussy now to where you canât even saying anything.
all that came out of your dumb mouth was a squeal, this angleâŠ
âlet me have you,â he grunts, balls deep, his base was thick and repeatedly thwacked against your entrance. you were dizzyâŠdrunk, but not that kind of drunk. the good kind where all you could think about was how good you were getting stuffed by your boyfriendâs hefty cock. âyeah, just lie down and let meâfuck.â
youâre panting, and it felt so good.
choso was always used to being gentle and tender with you, although if you wanted him to be a little rougher, he was more than happy to oblige.
âi-iâm gonna cum, choso⊠gonna make me cum.â
âdonât think you deserve it, he utters, and your lips part, jaw dropping, plethora of sweetened moans only escaping as a subtle response. âyouâve been teasing me all day. even started to stroke me in the dressing room.â
âs-sorry.â you moaned.
choso remains with his foot near the back of your head before pursing his eyebrows together. âyouâre not sorry are you, baby? be honest.â
ânâno,â you whined, the thickness of his shaft twitching inside of you felt so heavenly. you could have sworn you felt a vein that ran down his length pulse inside of your tight cunt. âyouâre right, youâre right, âm not s-sorry.â
he chuckles. âyou could have just lied, you know?â
chosoâs angle and thrusts against you were so pivotal inside you, so astonishingly deep that not even moments later you end up cumming hard. leaving a ring around his base. your breathing was irregular and heavy, eyes half-lidded and just convulsing underneath him.
âmessy girl,â he whispers, pulling out, not even caring that he didnât finish, all that matters was that you did. choso turns you over before planting a kiss on your lipsâyou pull him in for another, and another, before you make him trample onto you. âdid you learn your lesson?â
âno,â you moaned, sitting up before lightly shoving him down on his back, straddling his lap now. âi want more.â
choso smirks, sliding a hand down your waist, fully disregarding his flustered face at seeing you attempt to take control. âof course you do, brat.â
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Orange Theory
Charles Leclerc x best friend!reader (female reader)
summary: charles and his best friend do countless nice things for each other, but they're just behaving like any good friend would. right? wc: 2.5k author's note: ok guys so this is not the Charles fic i promised (she is still a WIP and i will finish her eventually. probably will have to be a multi-part fic with how long it's getting), but i hope you enjoy this one in the meantime! special thanks to @scuderiahoney for encouragement and inspiration. special thanks to @sof1shticated for reading and assuring me this doesn't suck. if you haven't read their fics, both Lee and Mel have some gems that i adore. HIGHLY recommend checking out their masterlists! warnings: none!
You loved summer break â Charles was home for at least a few weeks, days spent on a yacht, every afternoon and evening spent with friends either at dinner or out at some club until someone got too drunk to carry on.
Today was, in your humble opinion, the perfect day. All of your friends, courtesy of Charles, were sprawled out on the sun deck of a rented boat or splashing around in the water below. You could feel the heat radiating off of Lando as he laid next to you and whispered about how McLaren was making insane upgrades â according to him, they might just have a race-winning car in the second half of the season.
âAre you boring my best friend to tears, Norris?â The brutal sun disappeared behind Charlesâ body as he stood above you â as if on instinct, he shifted slightly so that you could look up at him and not be blinded by its rays.
âSheâs hanging on my every word, right, Y/N? In fact, she asked me how Iâm feeling about Zandvoort and the rest of the season.â
âAnd?â Charles asked, a small smile on his face.
âLike I would tell you whatâs going on with the car! I know Y/N can keep a secret, she would never betray me to a prancing horse. She bleeds papaya.â
You laughed along with Lando â the one point of contention that had always existed in your friendship with Charles. Of course, you became a Ferrari fan because of him, but youâd always been a McLaren and Mercedes loyalist. It was something that Lando, Oscar, and George relished in.
âAlright, alright, no need to rub it in, Norris,â you giggled. âWhat can I do for you, Charlie?â
âI just came to give you this.â
Within seconds, a perfectly peeled orange dropped in your lap. Landoâs eyes grew wide for a moment but a swift glare from Charles had his face back to normal in no time. You missed the interaction, jumping up from your seat in excitement.
âAw, Charlie! You are the best friend a girl could ask for,â you chirped as you started separating the wedges of fruit.
âAh, donât mention it,â he sighed, waving his citrus-scented hand in the air. âThereâs more in the cooler if you want! Freshly peeled!â
âThank you, mon cher ami.â You quickly kissed his cheek, noticing as you pulled away just how red it was, along with his neck and the tips of his ears. âCharles! How many times do I have to tell you to put on sunscreen? Your face and neck are fried!â
âI donât think itâs from the sun,â Lando mumbled, his eyes trained on the fruit in your hands. With Charles insisting he was fine, you could barely hear what he had said.
âWhat did you say, Lan?â You asked, turning your attention away from Charles for a moment.
Once again, Lando was met with a menacing glare and he laughed awkwardly before moving his gaze to the horizon.
âNothing, nothing, Y/N. Just thinking out loud.â
Shrugging your shoulders, you turned back to Charles and handed him the orange he had just given to you. With your now free hands, you rifled through your beach bag until you found the SPF 50 face cream you had packed that morning with Charles in mind.
âHere, I packed this for you. Please put some on so I donât have to worry about you getting sun poisoning,â you pleaded with your best puppy dog eyes.
Charles stared without answering for far too long â anything you wanted, all you had to do was ask him and heâd do it. Even without you gazing at him with your wide, siren eyes, he would give you the world if you so desired it.
He shook his head slightly, pulling himself out of the daze caused by your pleading eyes. âOui, ma fleur, I will put on the sun cream. Je promets.â
You smiled in triumph, taking the orange back from Charles and bidding him a âsee you laterâ before laying back down in your lounger. Popping an orange slice into your mouth, you let out a contented sigh. Somehow, whether Charles was magic or he had some serious connections in the produce world, the fruit he picked out and gave to you always tasted better than anything you bought yourself.
âHe peels your oranges for you?â
You hummed and turned to Lando â âwhat, Lan?â
âDoes Charles always peel your oranges for you?â
âWell, no, obviously not always. Why?â
Before Lando could answer, Lily plopped down next to you and stole an orange slice from your hand.
âI swear,â she huffed, âAlex and George are competitive to begin with, but when they get together, itâs unbearable. Theyâve been having a âwho can hold their breath the longestâ contest for the past thirty minutes! Rematch after rematch after rematch, I called in my favor with Oscar to get out of judging their little competition.â
âAs if either of them could beat me, they probably didnât ask me to join because theyâre scared,â Lando bragged. âIâll leave you ladies to chat, go show them how itâs done.â
As Lando walked towards the edge of the boat, you and Lily turned towards one another.
âMen,â you scoffed in unison, following it up with belly laughs and lingering giggles.
As the laughter died down, Lily ate the orange slice she had stolen from you and practically moaned in delight. âWhere did you get this orange? It might be the best Iâve ever had!â
âItâs from Charles! I was just thinking about this, I donât know how he does it but he always has the best fruit. Every time he brings me any I am both ecstatic and pissed off â my fruit is never as good as his and we shop at the same grocery store!â
âWell, does he have any more oranges? I could eat 20 of these.â
âHe said he left me more in his cooler, let me grab them.â
A few moments later, you walked back to Lily with a bag of peeled oranges in your right hand and two bottles of water in your left.
âAre you a professional orange peeler? You were only gone for two minutes.â
âOh no,â you giggled, âCharles peeled them for me. He knows I donât like peeling them so when he can, he always does it for me.â
âY/N,â Lily looked at you suspiciously, âdo you know what the orange peel theory is?â
You wracked your brain but came up empty. âNo, what is it?â
Lily went into a brief explanation â something about how it became a viral tik tok challenge, people asking their partners if they would peel an orange for them and how it was an indicator of true love, soulmates, a healthy relationship, and everything in between. âWell, thatâs just silly,â you mumbled through chews, orange juice dribbling down your chin. âI think it just means someone is a good person â Charlie and I arenât anything more than friends and he peels my oranges, among other things, because he has a good heart.â
âAmong other things?â Lily pressed you, her eyes gleaming with something you couldnât quite place.
âHe slices my apples because I have never been able to master the apple corer contraption! And he takes all my grapes off the stems when heâs at my place because I never do â itâs too tedious.â
âWhat else?â
âOh, when we go out to breakfast, he always brings me a tea when he picks me up. Heâs an early riser and I take forever to get ready. He knows I never have time to make it myself when we have plans before 10am.â
Lily was smirking at you, no, smiling at you. It was a little unnerving, the way she was entirely amused at the information you were giving her. However, the moment was briefly interrupted by the arrival of Alex.
âWhat are we talking about, ladies?â He spoke cheerfully, a broad smile on his face which meant that he was most likely declared the best breath holder of the 2019 rookies.
âY/N was just telling me about all the sweet things Charles does for her,â Lily gushed.
âOh god, when is he not doing things for her? Did you see him buttering her bread for her at dinner last week?â
Lily burst out laughing while you playfully punched Alexâs arm. âIâm indecisive! He butters it for me while I read the menu since it takes me so long to figure out what I want to order. It saves time!â
âHe does that on a regular basis?â Alex asked incredulously, looking at Lily with wide eyes. âMy god, that man is head over heels.â
âAlex,â you protested, âCharles is not in love with me. Weâve been friends for six years, I think I would know by now.â
âYouâre both impossible,â Alex groaned. âCome on, Lily, I just came over to get you so we could play water polo with George and Carmen.â
Lily sighed in defeat, though she had a smile on her face at the thought of spending time with Alex even if it meant another competition. âIâll see you, later, yeah?â She called over her shoulder, waving goodbye as you teased her by dramatically eating another slice of orange and settling back in your chair. At the front of the boat, Charles was laughing with Pierre and almost as if he felt you looking, he turned around and met your gaze.
Even though you had just wholly denied anything more than friendship between you and him, you couldnât help but think about your interactions with Lily and Alex.
Sure, Charles sometimes did things that were out of the ordinary for âjust friendsâ, but he had the sweetest soul of anyone youâd ever met. He always sacrificed his umbrella or jacket for you, made sure you had fresh tulips in your apartment when he was home in between races, had your favorite meal delivered to you when you were having a rough day while he was away and you missed him.
You did things for him too â cleaned his apartment when you knew he was on his way back to Monaco, left him plenty of sticky notes with words of encouragement if he was coming back from a bad race, stocked his fridge full of his favorite things. Recently, youâd been gifting him annotated books because he mentioned he wanted to read more and always enjoyed listening to you talk about your favorite novels. Since you spent most of the year apart, you decided he could at least read your thoughts.
When you could come to races, unfortunately a rare occurrence due to your graduate classes and work schedule, he made sure Ferrari hospitality had your favorite flavor of sparkling water on hand. Anytime you saw a cute dog video, you would send it to him because they always made him smile.
Youâd do anything to make him smile, just as he would for you, which is what a good friend would do. A best friend, itâs what a best friend would do.
But best friends didnât linger in doorways and stare at each otherâs lips when bidding each other goodnight. They didnât cuddle close and fall asleep in each otherâs arms on a couch while watching whatever movie you had chosen because he always let you choose.
They didnât look at one another the way Charles was looking at you now â his sunglasses pushed up on top of his head and a dopey smile on his face. He waved to you and dramatically blew you a kiss, something he always did when he caught your eye across a room, no matter who was around.
You practically launched yourself to your feet, the last remaining orange slices in your lap falling to the lounger and staining the seat with juice. It was only seconds until you were standing in front of Charles but the walk over felt like an eternity with the way the world around you disappeared and your heart pounded in your chest.
âEst-ce que tu maimes, Charles?â
The question came out in one breath, your chest heaving in anticipation for his response.
âOf course, I love you, ma fleur,â he laughed. âWhatâs gotten into you?â
âNo,â you panted. âDo you love me, Charlie? Est-ce que tu maimes?â
âOf course, I love you,â he answered again, his eyes shining and a small smile on his face that told you everything you needed to know. âEvery time I think of you, I love you. Every time I breathe, I love you.â
âEvery time you peel my oranges?â You whispered, holding up your orange juice-stained fingertips. He took your right hand in his and held it up to his face to kiss your palm, his eyelashes fluttering against you gently.
âEspecially when I peel your oranges. Did you know that I hate doing it too? Like, really hate it. I donât even peel them for myself.â
You gasped in shock, watching as he threw his head back and laughed jovially.
âIâd do anything for you, ma fleur. Mon soleil. Mon cĆur.â
âWould you kiss me?â
âMaybe if Pierre would leave and stop gawking at us.â
This time you threw your head back to laugh, Charles soon joining you as Pierre protested the accusation.
âNo, no,â he shouted, âyou didnât even give me a chance to leave. Just started declaring your love before I knew what was happening. Which, by the way, was so obvious it was starting to get annoying. Weâve all tried dropping hints to both of you so I donât know who got through to you, Y/N, but â â
âPierre!â You shouted, eyes wide and arm gesturing him away from the two of you.
âAh, dĂ©solĂ©, Iâm leaving,â he grumbled, almost tripping over his own feet to get away as quickly as possible.
You giggled again and Charles gripped your chin softly, pulling your eyes away from Pierre and back to face him.
He leaned in gently, as if he was afraid you would back away and regret taking the leap to go from friends to something so much more.
He tasted like salt water, smelled like sweet fruit and sunscreen â you smiled into the kiss knowing that he had listened to you and put it on, even though you knew he hated the way it felt on his skin.
His fingers gripped your waist and yours trailed up his chest â both of you slightly sticky from the citrus juices and sweat from the sun.
You pulled away and nudged his nose with yours, breathing him in and wishing that this moment would never end. Charles lowered you both to the sun deck, adjusting until you were sitting between his legs and his arms were wrapped firmly around you, the two of you facing the sunset and open sea.
After a few moments, you broke the shared silence. âYou know, I would have happily peeled an orange for you if you had ever asked me,â you asserted.
Charlesâ hold on you softened at your admission, the thinly veiled meaning not at all lost on him as he pressed his lips to your cheek.
âI love you too, Y/N.â
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â naked in bed.
âąÂ°. *àżwhat are their reaction when they see your naked body waiting for them under the sheets?
âąÂ°. *àżNSFW, featuring : Law, Shanks, Zoro
Law
It was a long day, and he wanted nothing more but to rest in his bed and relax
You had other plans
You have been craving for his touch for such a while but never found the perfect moment to make a move
So you thought about doing something simple but clear: sleeping naked
You giggle to yourself when you hear your boyfriend slide open the door from the bathroom.
You stare at him shamelessly full with need and lust
Only his hips were wrapped around a way too colourful towel for him (you insisted to buy it for souvenir at an island) the water from his wet dark hair was slightly dripping down his toned back. You watched his beautiful tattooed body move as he was searching for his clothes, his tooth brush in his mouth.
You wanted to jump on him
He still hasnât noticed your little stunt and you donât believe he will until he gets into the bed
Law finally heads back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth and change into fresh clothes
As he gets out, his eyes connect with yours immediately. Your gaze barely left his silhouette and he has been quite aware of it.
He smiles as he approaches the bed and he quickly kisses the top of your head. He moves the sheets a little to get into them, until he stops and look at you.
âWhat-âŠâ
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask him with a smirk as you wrap your arm around his waist. Your chest pressed against his tank top. Law smiles
âYou never really let me rest, you know that?â
âItâs just another way to relaxâ you say to him as you feel his cold fingers brush against your skin. His lips press against yours and with his other hand, he cups your breast.
âIf you say so..â he whispers back before diving back into another passionated kiss.
Shanks
Your lips were hungrily attached to his as you two were caught in an intense making out session
It basically started off by some flirty comments from both side, a little kiss on the neck by Shanks and boom..
You found yourself hovering over Shank on the bed, desperately trying to get his clothes off
Then suddenly you got interrupted by a knock on the door, claiming they needed the captain for something
You two sighed frustrated and you got off your man and watched him leave horny and disappointed.
âI will be right back ok?â He reassured you with his familiar smile before closing the door behind him
You wanted to waste no time, so you took your clothes off, ready to just get right into it
As Shank opened the door again, his eyes fell on your naked upper body , leaving him confused at first, but it was soon replaced with a mischievous smirk
âSo eager, are we darling?â
His mouth closed around one of your nipples , bringing a moan out instantly out of you
âShanks please..â
âWe have time, letâs take it slowâ
Heâs such a cocky teasing asswhole
we still love him
Zoro
He always ripped apart some pieces of your underwear
Last night your thong barely made it alive, few days ago your bra lost an arm, one of your pantie didnât make it through the injury
You were two panties away from a penury of underwear and when you were sailing for days and days, you couldnât afford that
So you had to protest in your own way, and it was now to sleep naked so he wonât rip none of your clothes off
Zoro walked into your shared room with a cocked eyebrow when he quickly realized what was happening
âWhat are- why are you-â
âIâm protesting!â
âHuh?â
âYou carelessly rip my underwear off so I wonât sleep with them anymoreâ
He rubbed his face against his face before he broke in a silent chuckle. He smirked and looked you up and down.
âSure, doesnât seem like the big punishment if you ask meâ
âShut up and get to bed alreadyâ you spat back annoyed as you push yourself more against the wall to leave some space for him
âWho said we were gonna sleep?â
He smirked as he removed the sheets and pulled your body closer to him. He got to his knees and propped himself between your thighs.
âLet me apologize firstâ
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