#i wish i could go back and tell younger me that i was literally the target audience for the shows i was ashamed for watching

[spoofyleaf]

sometimes I remember the fact that at the ripe age of 9, I felt ashamed for watching and loving Lego Ninjago, bc I felt like I was "too old" for the show, and it was targeted for a "younger audience". (this went for most of my in general) and how Older Me would look back and cringe at the fact I enjoyed these "children shows/ things".

And now, as an Adult, I see how absolutely ridiculous that sentiment was. And to this day I still enjoy "children shows/ things" (LMK, TOH, mythology, dinosaurs, etc.,).

Like no- now all i want to do is look back and whisper "you will still enjoy these things in the future, and you will even create so much art of the things you find interesting. You will go to college for some of these things. Enjoying harmless things isn't childish."

[sirpeppersto]

i really am marrying a man that watches smosh in 2024

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hey chat...

I literally have so many scenarios in my head it's killing me

Could you do a scenario where the reader shields Isha from the blast (or whatever) which results in her on the verge of death. How will jinx deal with it? And how will she save her

(I'm trying to cope with the loss of my baby Isha 😞💔)

Sure! Here ya go but probably sucks, haven’t wrote one of these in a while! Enjoy!

Heading photos made by @diana-foggy-master !

Sacrificial

You could only process what the girl was thinking when her small feet started running past you helping Jinx off the ground.

The familiar act was so hard to miss. It was like watching Powder all over again all those years ago the night everything went wrong.

You couldn’t handle it again.

“Jinx? Jinx- I’m so sorry.” You apologized to your lover on the ground. Jinx looked at you, confused with her face having splatters of blood drops. But she was so confused. What were you sorry for?

It only clicked when she saw you running after Isha into what she knew she would never get you back from.

“No- no!” Jinx cried out, getting up with the look of horror on her face when you ran. She tried reaching for you like you did her all those years ago, only to fall short. She lost you.

She lost you before you even got to the girl.

Isha was right within your grip, tears falling from your face as you knew you wouldn’t be coming back home to your lovers and your bed.

“Isha!” You yelled, reaching for her as she kept running, shoving gemstone after gemstone into Jinx’s gun.

“(Name)! Isha! No!” Jinx cried, trying her best to get to the both of you as Isha slid to the ground, moving just like Jinx taught her to as she finally got to Vander.

Jinx was caught by Vi, crying and blubbering as her heart and chest constricted at the thought of you leaving her with her mind.

What was she gonna do? She couldn’t fix this once it was done.

Isha had barely mimicked Jinx back at her, the little finger gun motion breaking your head. Isha wasn’t dying. This wasn’t how she was gonna say goodbye.

Isha lifted the gun to Vander, and by the look on his face as he saw you nearing you could tell he had no control over this. Just like back then.

Isha had barely closed her eyes, and you saw the smile on her face. She looked almost content to die. Like it was a release. You felt bad for taking it from her.

She barely pulled the trigger when you grabbed her, pulling her to your chest and curling around her.

Isha’s eyes shot open, panicked for a split second as she tried to push you away and out of there. But you were older. Stronger. The way you wished when you were younger to be like Vi.

You barely managed a smile to Isha as you held her, and even years later she could still hear your voice and see your smile as you whispered in her ear.

“You’ll be okay. Take care of her for me, will ya?”

The gun went off.

And you were gone.

The reaction was immediate. Isha didn’t feel you anymore. She was cold, your arms around her gone as she finally opened her eyes after praying to whatever god there was that you were okay.

Nothing.

Not anything of you was left behind.

All she heard was Jinx’s wailing, and her little heart dropped to her stomach at the realization.

You were gone.

Because of her. Isha took you from Jinx.

“Isha! Why- why would you do that?!” Jinx cried, even though she knew you’d hate to hear the words coming from her mouth but she couldn’t stop herself.

She pushed Vi off of her, running to Isha out of relief and anger as she searched for you to come up with nothing.

She grabbed the girl by her shoulders, crying and blubbering as she sobbed.

“Why would you- (Name)?! (Name)!” Jinx cried, yelling it out as she searched for you.

Isha had no idea what to do with Jinx’s anger but cry with her as she felt your absence.

Jinx wasn’t able to process this, and Vi could only watch as the one thing her sister held dear to her heart from when they were kids, you, was gone. Just like that.

Jinx’s sobs turned to wails as she felt her heart being ripped from her chest. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

You were supposed to be okay. Vander was supposed to come back. They were supposed to stay and be happy. Vi could even be there.

Jinx had her family back, and now it was all gone.

Her wails kept going, she gripped onto Isha cause she would be damned if she let her out of her sight for her to be taken to.

Her head fell to Isha’s shoulder, the girl's cries mixing with her own as Isha’s little fingers gripped onto her.

Jinx and Isha crumbled together on the floor, crying and sniffling and sobbing. What happens now? What comes next?

How can anything come next…when you’re gone?

[citricacidprince]

could you draw the courtroom scene with relativity falls? (mabels bubble)

Gladly!!! I’ve already brought up some Stan Weirdmageddon Bubble stuff here, but the equivalent of the Mabel Trial for Stan makes me wanna blow up I just adore it!!

Okay, so first things first, here’s Captain Stan’s design, my precious baby boy <3

Figured it’d be fun to mix some aspects of Grunkle Stan’s Mr. Mystery outfit with a pirate twist, just for fun!

As for the ‘trial’, its more of a argument between two boys who just WONT talk about their issues

Fiddleford, Boyish Dan, and Anjelita are also there, but Stan isn’t mad at them. In fact, he doesn’t even care that they’re breaking the rules by being there, he’s only mad at Ford. He’s mad that Ford was just going to leave him behind and send Stan back to New Jersey by himself while he stayed and studied with their Grunkle Dipper. Leaving Stan all by himself at home. Alone to deal with their father. Alone with no friends. Alone to be the family disappointment.

But no matter how mad he gets at Ford, Stan can’t ever say that he’s hates him, and Stan would give him a million chances to fix things. So, instead of immediately throwing Ford off the deck of his ship, he gives him an ultimatum. A very easy solution to all of this.

All Ford has to do is say that he’s sorry, and Stan would let him go. He won’t leave the bubble because he actually really likes it in there, but he’ll let Ford go.

This.. doesn’t end very well

Stan, absolutely heartbroken, decides to make his brother walk the plank. If he’s dead to Ford, well then Ford is dead to him as well.

However, right before his crew could push Ford into the water, something happened.

You see, when Stan unknowingly gave the rift to Bill he only had one wish. That he’d never be alone again. So when he first appeared in his bubble it was actually completely dark and empty, except for a small light glowing in his hands. It was a little version of Ford. He smiled and laughed just like he did when they were a bit younger, and he said everything Stan wanted to hear.

Very quickly Stan realized he could manipulate the bubble and create anything that he wanted, just like he could back in the Mindscape. So he created what he knew. Glass Shard Beach, New Jerseys. It was full of never ending boardwalks, houses and attractions with silly names, and that beach he loved so much. It didn’t take long after that to realize it was still quite lonely, even with Lil’ Ford (a name he lovingly gave the small version of his brother). However, he didn’t want the town to be full of faceless nobodies or people he actually knew, that’d be weird.

Then he had the genius idea to just fill the town with himself! After all, he never had to worry about himself betraying him or leaving him behind!

Soon the town was overrun with imperfect duplicates of himself and he couldn’t have been any happier.

However, the duplicates were so much like him that it soon made a new problem arise. They started asking about Ford. Like, ‘Where is he?’ ‘Can you make one?’ ‘I miss having him around.’

Stan did have Lil’ Ford hidden under his pirate hat, but he didn’t want to tell the other Stans that he was there. He didn’t know exactly why he kept Lil’ Ford hidden away. Probably a mixture of bitterness and anger still aimed at his real twin brother and a selfishness to keep Lil’ Ford to himself. So he just declared that Fords were banned altogether and left it at that.

This was a problem when right as Stanford was about to pushed off the plank, Lil’ Ford came out from under the Captain’s hat and told Stan to stop all of this.

The two bicker for a moment and some Stans ask who that is, causing Lil’ Ford to happily state that he’s Stanley’s brother, that the two are going to sail the world together, and that he loves Stan very dearly.

This doesn’t go over well with literally any of the Stan on board and it especially doesn’t go over well with Ford

The Stans pull a mutiny and try to kill Stan because they don’t think he should be Captain anymore and one of them should run the town instead.

Hard cut to Boyish Dan, Anjelita, Fiddleford, Ford, and Stan having a high speed boat chase with other Stans and popping the bubble while escaping. (I like to think Stan popped the bubble at the last second with the help of Shanklin <3 )

Stan is NOT happy about having to leave his Weirdmageddon bubble.

“You should have left me in there. I was HAPPY there.”

“Who cares if you were happy, you were living a lie! A sad delusion! You should be happy we pulled you out of there!”

Boyish Dan has it cut in before the two start fighting right then and there

Stan eventually calms down enough to decide that he’s going to save their Grunkle Dipper from Bill, but there is a thick tension between Stan and Ford that last until the huge blow out fight at the Cipher Wheel

A fight that started because Stan wanted Ford to finally say it.

‘I’m Sorry.’

[mistyorchid]

‧₊˚♱ Logan Howlett Archive ♱˚₊‧

An archive of my fave Logan Howlett fics on Tumblr, with a special section just for Old Man Logan! <3 If you guys love these works as much as I do, interact with the author's post! Reblog, like, comment, the works. Will update! Don't like it, don't read! Fluff/no smut is tagged with ✿. mdni!

Old Man! Logan

one-shots

✦ Double Dicked Down on a Tuesday / @wolvieispunk

You're casual with Joel and Logan. Tonight, you want a threesome you (literally) couldn't walk away from.

✦ from eden / @eupheme

Logan timeline, sorta divergent/fix-it fic, angst, hurt/comfort, everyone is going through it, wound tending, dark thoughts/references to violence/death (aligning with themes in the movie), neurodegenerative disorders (Charles), multiple pov, established relationship, shower sex, oral sex, PiV, feelings

✦ GLORY BOX / @rqnarok

calling old man!logan daddy for the first time ever…

✦ never is a promise / @joelsgoldrush

You are everything Logan isn’t: sweet, trouble-free, much younger—and, to top it off, Charles' caregiver.

✦ Silk and Submission / @tteotlma

sexual content (18+ MDNI), age gap (25-53), degradation, virginity, consent dynamics, intense emotional experiences, body image, possible manipulation, emotional intimacy, potential objectification, light BDSM themes, physical intimacy, power dynamics, explicit language, feelings of nervousness or anxiety related to sexual experiences, and exploration of personal insecurities.

✦ speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life / @moonlight-prose

he knew he loved you when your words begin to piece his heart back together. he knew he loved you when he flourishes at your praise. he knew he loved you when nothing in this world could matter but the sound of your voice telling him you love him too.

✦ SUGAR ON THE RIM / @ovaryacted

When Logan comes home after finishing his driving rounds for the night, you help him wind down and enjoy a drink.

✦ taxi driver / @eloquentlytired

tags: taxi driver logan - build up - eventual smut - large age gap ( reader in/over mid 20s and logan in his 50s ) - singular mention of thr0wing up and dr*gging - savior logan - some surface wounds - logan loves calling u sweet girl and sweetheart

✦ the way you want to / @eupheme

situationship, possessive!soft dom logan, daddy kink, teasing/begging, logan taking an educated wish, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, mutual unspoken pining, vaginal sex, creampie

✦ untitled / @inkedells

Logan is sick and tired of you treating him like he's fragile. He'll ignore his relentless pain to show you what it's like to be taken apart, rough and slow, then fast and agonizing.

drabbles

✦ Ain’t as Good as I Once Was / @lovelybucky1

old man!logan x AFAB!reader, riding, bratting, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, age gap, punishment, degradation, 18+ minors dni

✦ Good girl / @i5uckersblog

request for old man! Logan please: he calls the reader his good girl for the first time in bed & he sees the instant affect it has on her

✦ old man!logan obsessing over his pregnant wifey / @rqnarok

smut! mdni. breeding kink. lactation kink. pregnant sex. dom/sub dynamics.

✦ ✿ Something For Himself / @sassypossum

I love this man. He genuinely deserves the softest life…

✦ untitled / @eupheme

logan comes first, so he fucks you with his fingers

✦ ✿ untitled / @flowersforbucky

some angst, touching and sensuality, suggestiveness, insecurity and doubt from logan, comfort and fluff

✦ untitled / @murdrdocs

normal, not insane thoughts being had about fucking old man logan.

Worst! Logan

one-shots

✦ forty five minutes in the closet / @moonlight-prose

an alternative scene to what really happened in that closet.

✦ room for rent / @hauntedhowlett-writes

logan finds a new roomate.

✦ sniff / @seventeenpins

You catch Logan with your stolen panties.

✦ Til The Sun Turns Black / @lubdubology

Your soul is bound to his and you're destined to follow him across the multiverse. When the TVA finds you and sends you to the Void, you feel your chance of finding him has slipped through your fingers. But what you find there is more than you bargained for.

✦ i'll love you forever (a momma, you'll be) / @elflutter

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been waiting for this day: Logan at his most fertile; you at yours. Even though you’ve talked about it, stopped your birth control for it, an an unspoken question still lingers in his gaze. You’re sure about this? You really want a baby with an old man like me?

Logan & Wade x Reader

one-shots

✦ untitled / @dollfacefantasy

tags: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation

✦ untitled / @avocado-writing

vaguely sub!Logan (he deserves to be taken care of); handjob (logan receiving); p in v sex (Logan giving, reader receiving); p in a sex (Wade giving, Logan receiving); knotting; fluff

✦ woo, my baby's got me all mixed up! / @sceletaflores

t18+ SMUT MDNI, fem!reader, swearing, a bastard doomed polycule, more of 'why have just one bf when you can two bf's and why have just two bf's when you can have two bf's that are also each other’s bf's???', p in v, double penetration, one (1) single use of daddy, creampie(s), fingering…kind of (fem!receiving), oral sex, face sitting, face fucking, straight up nasty porn w/ zero plot, no use of y/n.

Everything else! *Origins, X1-3, dofp, etc.

one-shots

✦ dirty little secret / @silverskyeline

logan finds that you've left him a little gift behind, and he just can't help himself.

✦ ✿ Dumb & Poetic / @mcrdvcks

You like Logan, but he likes Jean. Right?

✦ Halloween / @selfcarecap

You dress up as Wolverine for Wade’s Halloween party and it unleashes something in Logan. Him wearing a Ghostface mask also unleashes something in you. Or: Logan fucks you wearing a Ghostface mask.

✦ moanin' & groanin' / @shellshocklove

working for your father's timber business isn't what you saw yourself doing, but when the wolverine comes looking for work it's suddenly not so bad – especially when he can teach you a thing or two.

✦ MUSE [L.H.] / @selfcarecap

Logan would never admit it to anyone, but over the course of his long life he has attempted to draw maybe once or twice. He hasn’t done it in years, maybe even decades, but he’s struck by inspiration when he meets you. Of course, no one can know that Wolverine draws, so he does it in the dead of night, sliding anonymous envelopes with the finished drawings of you under your door. When he sees how much you love them, he wonders if you could also love the person behind them.

✦ Practice / @selfcarecap

Your roommate Logan lets you practise giving a blowjob on him for your date with another guy.

✦ PRETTY AS A PRINCESS ♡ / @dollfacefantasy

you and logan have to work on halloween, but on the bright side, that means you get to dress up. and even better, you get to give him a little preview of the costume you've chosen.

✦ ✿ The Art Of Make-believe Matrimony / @gothgoblinbabe

You can’t stand each other, so it’s a mystery to you and Logan why you’re sent out together on an assignment. To make it worse, you’d have to act much closer than you really were.

✦ The Wolverine and His Bunny / @rosenclaws

You and Logan have always butted heads and his constant, condescending reminders of your mutation don't help. It's not until your forced to train together and well, the tension is undeniable

✦ Two's Company / @jen-with-a-pen

obligatory MDNI, written on my phone, everyone's an adult and 21+, no smut, open ended, use your imagination, secret relationship/crush vibes, alcohol (wine), sexual tension, again use your imagination

✦ untitled / @selfcarecap

Manipulative best friend!Logan with a corruption kink

✦ Where is the beast now? / @fungateshortcakes

english is not my first language, porn without plot, submissive Logan, dominant reader, orgasm denial, cockrings, handjobs, dirty talk, slight humiliation, slight praise kink, penis in vagina sex, penetrative sex, unsafe sex, cumming inside, creampie, mommy kink, Logan gets called a good boy/baby/pretty prince, copious amounts of cum, short but filthy

drabbles

✦ Hands Free / @ddejavvu

tsmut, minors dni, mean!logan, drinking, don't like don't read.

✦ thinking about older!boyfriend logan howlett and his sweet little live-in girlfriend… / @cavillscurls

MDNI, dom/sub dynamics, pet names, daddy!kink, dd/lg undertones

✦ untitled / @murdrdocs

80s pornstar logan; age gap; pornstar reader x pornstar logan; doggy; brat!reader MDNI 18+

✦ untitled / @mcrdvcks

fem!reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, insecurities

✦ untitled / @superhoeva

older bf!logan is the kinda guy that wants to treat you to a special night of an oiled massage but gets distracted halfway through with how pretty you glisten in the candlelight.

✦ untitled / @robo-writing

Kinktober Day Six: 70's! Logan - Cock Worship

[gavisuntiedboot]

Centimeters

Gavi x physiotherapist! Reader

A/N: no one asked for this but lord have mercy the photos from today had me heavy breathing

“Gavi, remember to behave yourself.”

“But I haven’t even-“

Ansu put a finger to his lips, eradicating whatever the end of that sentence was going to be.

“We’re about to go in for medical exams and the doctor is your girlfriend. Now I know you’re still pumped full of all your raging teenage hormones-“

“Ansu!”

“-but please, hermano. There cameras literally everywhere. So I’m begging you: behave.”

Gavi crossed his arms over his bare chest, pouting slightly at being scolded in front of the other boys. It was no secret that he was madly in love with his physiotherapist/girlfriend, but it never deterred the boys from teasing him incessantly. His injury over the last year had made things tough. She was at training more than he was, coming home with stories about practice drills and player banter that made his chest pang. He shook the thoughts from his head as he was called in to have his measurements taken.

Gavi shuffled into the room, white socks gliding against the floor. He fiddled with the bandage on his arm from the blood draw. He wished for a second that he could be childish, pull he is girl away from all her responsibilities and have a hand to hold while someone stabbed him with a needle. But he knew that now, close to graduating from her program and becoming lead physio, his girl was running the entire operation. So he was happy to just stand there, wide eyed and slack jawed watching his perfect girlfriend concentrate on something flashed across a computer screen.

Eventually, she felt a searing gaze burn holes into the dip of her back, and turned around to see her shirtless boyfriend biting his lip and smiling like an idiot. She suppressed her own grin, grabbing his file and her clipboard.

“Mr. Gavira - ready to be examined?”

There was a playfulness in her voice that, when mixed with her raised eyebrow and overwhelming stare, made Pablo blush.

“Of course, doctora. And please, take your time. Absolutely no need to rush.”

There was a light giggle bouncing around the room before she sat Pablo down, blood pressure cuff tight on his arm. Her fingers grazed his bicep, lingering longer than would be appropriate for any other player.

“Those scrubs look great on you, doctora.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t pick them out for me this morning, Pablo. Uncross your feet so that I can get a proper reading of your blood pressure.”

He spread his legs in the chair, shorts riding up his muscular thighs. He sat back in the chair, getting lost in watching his favorite person in the world fiddle with a blood pressure cuff.

“Any other players give you complements on the scrubs?”

“No Pablo - there is no one on this team suicidal enough to flirt with me or pay me a compliment while you’re here. Poor Lamine was scared to take off his shirt. He kept looking around expecting you to walk in.”

You tapped him on the arm, instructing him to stand for his height and weight measurement. He stood on the mark, and as she adjusted the piece above his head, he couldn’t help himself from wrapping an arm around her waist. He pulled her into himself, planting a quick kiss to her temple before she should pull away.

“Gavi!”

“What?”

“We’re at work!”

“Come on - no one is going to scold me. I’m poor Gavi with the bad knee.” He finished his sentence with a pout, big puppy dog eyes making him look younger than his already mere 19 years.

“Yes yes, poor little Gavi and his busted knee. I, however, am not an asset to club or country. Hansi will scold me in three languages if we get caught making out in here.

“Wait,” he turned his head swiftly, arms back around her waist. “Making out is an option?? Why didn’t you tell me.” His laughter disguised the sound of her lightly smacking his chest. She grabbed her clipboard again, and placed the metal piece gently on his head.

“173 cm. Tsk tsk Pablo - still as small as last year.”

He smiled at his girl, amusement painting his every feature.

“I don’t remember size ever being an issue for you, doctora. I’m still taller than you.”

“By like 10 cm. That’s not a lot.”

She took down his weight, and then grabbed the tape measure to start assessing specific areas of his body.

“Of course you would say 10 cm is not a lot. Since you’re used to 15 cm daily.” He earned another smack to the chest.

“Pablo!”

“Or maybe it’s 20? Maybe we should find out since you already have the measuring tape ready.” He suggested while his fingers played with the waistband of his shorts. She grabbed his wrist in fear, terrified of what Gavi was willing to do in a close room.

He laughed loudly, bringing both hands to cup his girl’s face. He felt the warmth of her cheeks on his palms, and her flustered state gave him a squeezing feeling in his chest. He brought his forehead to hers, waiting until she met his eyes.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to whip it out here in the medical room. No matter how much you may want it.”

She laughed gladly, fears subsiding and chest feeling lighter after Gavi’s light touch. She grabbed the measuring tape and began. She started with his neck, saying her measurements out loud before jotting them down on the form.

“Chest is 94 cm. Bigger than last year.”

Her fingers traced downwards, leaving heat on Gavi’s skin as they got to his hips.

“Hips are 81.5. Same as last year.”

Next, she traced across his collar bone and down his arm, tapping to silently tell him to flex his bicep.

“Biceps are- holy.”

“That’s not a number, preciosa.”

“Biceps are 43 cm. Ehem, bigger than last year. By a lot.”

The doctor tried to stabilize her slight tremble as she wrote down the measurements. She tried to calm herself, but something about Gavi’s new, fuller physique was making professionalism almost impossible. Gavi, the little shit, flexed his biceps again, pleased with the reaction he could evoke.

“Lift up your shorts, Gavi.”

“Don’t you mean pull down?”

“Are you okay, Pablo? You’re hornier than usual today. Do I need to get a spray bottle?”

“Surgeon called me today and cleared me for more vigorous activities. Want to help me follow the doctor’s orders?”

She got on her knees, wrapping the tape measure around his thigh.

“Thighs are 61 cm. Smaller than last year. You’ll need to work on that.”

“I had my ACL repaired.”

“Pshh excuses excuses.”

She finished her measurements, taking other important vitals and making sure to ask him all the medical clearance questions.

“What time are you finished today, Pablo?”

“2 pm. They don’t want us out for too long in the heat. How many guys are left?”

“About 6. I’ll probably be done before you, so I can go home and make lunch.”

He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her into him.

“No no, wait for me. We’ll leave together and go get food. You’ve had a hard day, let me treat you.”

“Every day is a hard day at work.”

He kept one arm around your shoulders as you walked him to the door.

“Then I’ll treat you every day. See you later, princesa.”

He hugged you into his side, and scampered off to the practice field. Neither Gavi nor his lady noticed the social media intern in the hall, who was quick to snap a picture of your embrace. The image of Gavi hugging his physiotherapist into his side and smiling from ear to ear set the internet into a flurry of comments.

New post from fcbarcelona: strong bonds between our players and medical staff 🫶

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Hey do you think this is a cute dynamic? Wish you could read more about gavi x physiotherapist? Well you’re in luck! I have a ten part series of their love story in my master list!

Guys I love him so much. Anyways, like, comment, reblog, and check out the fundraiser in my pinned!! Love yall <3

[mofusandwarrior]

Picking Apart Kou’s Character (Analysis)

Through Nene’s pov he’s introduced as a very sweet guy and stuff but the problem here is that Nene’s is an unreliable narrator since she romantices life + Kou speficially treats her a lot nicer.

He is also heavily morally righteous and tries to hear Hanako out even after knowing he murdered someone, saving him from Teru.

Kou also ends up trying to shoulder other people’s problems, and many of his actions are seen as “heroic” or “selfless” BUT sometimes this due to a more ugly part of his character the fandom seems to discard often.

^ To elaborate, I want to bring up this scene since it’s iconic asf

On the surface it’s like: omg wow so brave of him to kill himself for his bf !! However, in the red house arc (which for context shows him his biggest desires) we can see that he just wants mitsuba to rely on him to the point of extreme measures.

This is rooted from his inferiority complex due to being outshined by his older + younger siblings; AND to add on, Hanako straight up tells Kou twice hes unable to do anything. Then to push it further, Teru’s like ur weak lil bro go back to the kitchen during the no.6 fight. Mitsuba dying infront of him 6 times doesn’t help either..

When Mitsuba asks if Kou is okay and needs to talk about his problems, (I forgot which specific chapter..), Kou automatically assumes that Mitsubas just worried about Kou’s reliability because he has such a low self esteem and is used to given up on.

His inability to actually make stuff happen and ppl telling him he can’t do shit make him very eager to try and shoulder other ppls problem in an attempt to have someone depend on him.

So when Mitsuba comes in with nobody (besides tsukasa but he does more harm than help so wtv) who can help him, Kou.. heh.. ig u could say.. JUMPS at this opportunity.

Anyway, in the Nightlife arc Mitsuba is like “hey can u kill me I’ve given up on being human”, and Kou finally lashes out. Mitsuba is indirectly telling Kou that he gave up on him trying to make his wish come true; AND THEN to make it worse, Mitsuba brings Tsukasa right after up..

Kou gets desperate and forces Mitsuba to stay alive even if he doesn’t want to because both

1) if mitsuba leaves nobody will depend on him and

2) he’s gay for him + misses him after watching him die + can’t bring himself to kill Mitsuba

Yes, he cares a lot for Mitsuba as a person and making his wish come true, but he also just wants to be depended on after being told he’s a let down over and over again.

As I mentioned before, Kou has a trend with diverting his problems from other people and keeping his real feelings in. Nobody expect for nene knows about Mitsubas and Kous relationship, and it literally took Kou like 70 chapters or smthn to give her the basics.

He’s speechless when Akane asks if Mitsuba and him are close because Kou never mentions Mitsuba at all. Teru doesn’t know what’s up with him, and just assumes he “has a goal in mind”. Even when having his big speech defeating Habuko Kou just refers to Mitsuba as “him”.

Okay anyways the point Im trying to get is Kous character is a lot more complex than the fandom passes off !! Yes he can be very sweet and all but there’s other parts to his personality that aren’t so black and white.

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synopsis. Gojo fell in love with Utahime’s stepsister the second he saw her. Unfortunately for him, you were taken. You were also about 3 years older than him. It wasn’t fairing well for Gojo since you’d always see him as the awkward kid you grew up with.

warnings. Literally none LOL I think this is cute but let me know😼 I think some parts are suggestive but other than that I fink it’s good?!

an. Um this is my first time writing like a proper fic…bare with me🥲 let me know if u like it…if not don’t tell me dawg. if this is liked I will make more parts

wc. 2k-ish

Satoru still remembers the first time he saw you.

Or rather, the first time you saw him.

He was standing on your front lawn with Utahime in front of him, a hand of his reaching behind her head to slip her hair from the accessory she held it in. He’d just arrived home after his first day of junior high school, deciding to blow off some steam upon seeing his favorite upperclassman.

“Give it back, Gojo!” Utahime shrieked, one hand gripping the hair now hanging down her shoulders after being freed from the bow she’d tied it into.

Satoru smirked as he continued to bounce the accessory above the older girl's head, laughing at her attempts to reach the ribbon.

“Aw c’mon ‘hime, ya gonna cry?” He taunted, delighting in the cherry red color her cheeks were painted with, her face contorting into pure rage.

“This is not how you treat those who are older than you!” Utahime shouted at him, now lunging towards his neck with her arms stretched out as he held her back with a hand on her forehead.

Before he could come up with a quick retort, he heard a voice speak behind him.

“Hmmm? And what would you know about respect, Utahime?”

Gojo lost focus when he turned towards the source of the sweet sound, heat rising to his cheeks as he made eye contact with the girl he identified as Utahime’s new stepsister (like really new. like, ‘6 months ago’ new. not that he kept tabs on Utahime- he’d just remember if he saw a pretty girl). Using his state of awe to her advantage, Utahime kicked at Satoru’s knees, knocking him to the ground before landing on him with a grunt and pulling her ribbon from his hands.

“First of all, you’re only like a year older than me. Second, do NOT group me in with him.“ she grimaced as she spoke the last word, a disgusted nudge of her chin towards the man on the ground.

You scoffed at her remark, finally looking towards the eyes that were burning a hole into you. “whatever you say ‘hime.“

Gojo blushed fiercely as you continued to make eye contact with him while saying the same things he did. “Doesn't really seem like you two hate each other right now…I’d go as far as saying I see a spark.”

Realizing the position he was in, he quickly shoved Utahime off of his body, ignoring the grunt that left her as she fell onto her back.

“Ew!” Gojo shouted, turning to you once he’d gotten up. “S-she wishes she were my type, as if.”

Did he just stutter?

Sure, he was a loser that loved digimon and unexplained physics problems, but usually he was the one to make people stutter. Even if he used too much axe body spray and had the odd pimple or ten- he was undeniably beautiful.

You smirked at his shy demeanor, a drastic change from the boy who had just been tormenting your younger sister in a way you thought only yourself capable of.

You turned once again towards Utahime. “You coming for dinner or you just gonna play with your boyfriend all night?” your voice teased, giggling at the anger emanating from your younger sister.

Glancing away after seeing her nod, you made eye contact with the young man in front of you- his intense gaze scanning all your features as if to memorize them.

“You’re really good at getting on her nerves y’know. She talks about how much she hates you like, all the time.”

You leaned in towards his ear before continuing. “Don't worry, I’ll put in a good word for you.”

Before he could emphasize that they really were just friends (even if Utahime says the opposite), you were skipping off to the door of your house.

It was that day he fell for you.

-

It wasn’t until about…eight years later Satoru realized he was not gonna get over you. He also realized after all these years, that maybe he wasn’t that normal about his crushes. Not in the “I’m sooo crazy, I found her moms facebook!” way- no, it was much worse.

“Listen Satoru, y’know I’m gonna support your weird shit like you do mine” Suguru sighed, shaking his head in disapproval as they continued walking deeper into the Victoria’s Secret you worked at. “But isn’t this kinda…too much? How do you even know she’s working today? Or wait, how do you even know she works here?”

Satoru rolled his eyes as if his best friend had just asked the most obvious question. “I looked at her schedule? Duh?” he scoffed, pausing to look at a matching set he just knew you’d look perfect in. Did you own anything from here? Were you required to wear this kinda stuff since it was your job? Your whole wardrobe was probably filled with lacy sets that would just be so easy to rip-

“Dude,” Suguru spoke while waving his hand in front of Satoru’s face. “I’m gonna ignore the borderline stalker shit you just said, plus the fact you’re gonna cream your pants while touching some discount thongs, but why would she even talk to the creepy guys from her neighborhood?”

Suguru had endured every awkward stage Satoru went through- mostly because he was right next to him for it all. From their secret obsession with soap operas and cheesy rom-coms, all the way to those nights of stealing their parents alcohol which would end with Satoru crying as he wondered why you wouldn’t like him back- Suguru stayed.

Unfortunately for Satoru, the boyish charm of this crush wore off when Satoru started doing lowkey scary shit like finding out where and when you worked, for example.

Gently setting down the lingerie he had made a mental note to buy as a first date gift for you (he wasn’t getting ahead of himself, you were gonna be head over heels in no time), he shook his head at his best friend.

“Suguru, Suguru, Suguru” he sighed, placing his hands on his friends shoulders in exasperation. “Obviously you know nothing about love- first of all” Satoru began, puffing his chest out to signal he had no shame over his crush-turned-obsession. “Girls love surprises and grand gestures. This is like, two in one. Second, I didn’t STALK. I mean sure, I did beg Utahime to use the washroom since I ‘conveniently lost my key’ just to get into their house…but thats like, cute.”

Satoru was glad to finally put an end to Suguru’s disapproval when he saw his friend's mouth agape, proud of his actions which were 100% reasonable to him. It wasn’t until he felt a soft hand snake around his shoulders that he realized Suguru still thought he was psycho, it was just the person he was psycho about that made Suguru’s jaw drop.

“Moving this fast with our little ‘hime, hm?”

Snapping back, Satoru flushed deeply at your implication, also wondering how much you’d just heard.

“N-no way!” Gojo nearly shouted, hands desperately waving in front of him to indicate that the only person he’d ever consider in Utahime’s family was you.

You giggled at his wide eyes as you shoved his shoulder, the melody of your laughter becoming his new favourite sound. “I’m kidding ‘toru,”

Oh.

Oh God.

He really was gonna cream his pants- would it be weird if he called you a nickname too? He had so many he wanted to try out, plus he had the practice to back it up- he spent so many nights trying out the different pet names he could call you while he thought of caressing your body, the sound of your voice crying toru toru toru ringing in his ears as he-

“I’m assuming you’re here for a girl though, yeah?” you questioned, watching as the boy behind him shoved Gojo forward. He got so lost in his thoughts that he forgot the main topic of all his wet dreams was right in front of him.

Awaiting his nod of confirmation, you reached across him to grab a light blue pair of lingerie, body pressed against his while you dug through the bins of lace behind him.

He’d be more excited over the color and the fact it matched his eyes if it weren’t for the fact he could feel your tits pressed right against him.

Would it be wrong if he took a peak? Maybe he could pretend to fall and ‘accidentally’ land face first into your chest.

“This one’s my boyfriend's favorite.” you sighed dreamily, fingers running against the frilly edges while you reminisced on what he assumed to be very mediocre nights with your boyfriend.

Huh.

“Looks good on, but even better off” you spoke, outlining the pretty floral details detailing the set. You leaned in to speak in his ear, “plus, it’s super easy to remove, if you get what I mean.” finishing with a wink.

He gulped and nodded at your (far too extensive in his opinion) knowledge.

“S-sounds good, can you ring me up?” Satoru asked, grabbing the set from your hands and racing to the register.

You and Suguru both stared at his broad back nearly falling on his way to the checkout, a curious smirk forming on your lips before you strolled over to the counter. It felt weird seeing the little kids next door grow into…men. Of course Satoru was buying lingerie- he’d grown so handsomely into his lanky feature, now filling out the shirts that you swore were baggy on him just a few years ago.

You carefully scanned the set, folding it oh so prettily before placing it in the sleek black bag, finishing the purchase with a hot pink tissue paper to cushion the bag. Satoru watched your hands methodically do this process as his mind went a hundred miles a minute.

No, Satoru didn’t know what size it was.

Yes, he was devastated at the fact you had some sleazy, lowlife boyfriend (who wasn’t him).

Yes, he was painfully hard from your proximity and suggestive language.

As far as priorities go for him, his goal right now was to successfully make it out of here without you seeing the heartbreak on his face or the fact he got a boner after being near you for like 5 minutes.

It felt like years before you finally passed him the card machine, beginning to speak but quickly being cut off as a beep! rang out and the bag was ripped from your hands. “Did you need a recei-“

“NO THANKS GOTTA GO SEEYOULATERMAYBETHANKSBYETHANKS” Satoru shouted, crumpling the package in his hands and speeding out the doors to his car, Suguru on his tail.

It wasn’t until he was out of the mall that he finally took a breath, the realization that fuck, he actually didn’t have a chance with you? really hitting him.

Yeah, he was a creep who sometimes stared with his mouth open for a bit too long when you would ask him something. And okay sure you saw his awkward phase with braces, then the lisp he had from retainers, then braces again because he didn’t wear his retainers- but still, he was attractive enough right?

Preparing for a scolding from Suguru for almost leaving him behind, Satoru didn’t hide the heartbreak written across his face.

“Hey, I’m sorry man…There’s so many girls who’d die to get a chance with you, don’t worry” Suguru comforted, patting his friends back as he rested his head on the steering wheel.

mumbling something to the floor of the car, Satoru groaned loudly before finally picking his head up. “Not worried. just annoyed. Gonna be harder now.” Satoru whined, closing his eyes as he recalled the way you bit your lip and squeezed his arms. Was he imagining it or did you need him just as bad?

Hearing no clever retort from his friend, Satoru turned his head to find Suguru with pure confusion etched on his features.

“Fuck it. Never let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband, right?” Satoru spoke, key turning in the ignition as he was filled with a new dedication.

One way or another, Satoru was going to make you see how good you two would be together.

Preferably an easy way where you confessed your love to him first so he didn’t have to fold, but somehow nonetheless.

[rin-art-fanfic-universe]

Gojo Satoru X OC

Summary: You and your boyfriend Gojo Satoru go on an impossible mission 10 years into the past to protect your younger selves from a dangerous curse. While Gojo is more than excited to meet a 19 year old version of his cute girlfriend, you can't imagine how much more immature and troublesome an 18 year old Gojo would be.

Warnings: age gap, slow burn, nsfw, yandere tendencies; all characters are adults

~• Intro •~

The green digital text on the screen displayed the numbers 05, indicating that the next train would arrive in another five minutes. (y/n) reached for her little flip phone and sent a voice note to her best friend.

"(bff/n), the train will be here in five minutes. I'll meet you at the cafe."

She gently tapped on the little icon on her phone to send the voice note and swung her bag back and forth while waiting. As the noise of the speeding train approached closer, she headed towards the edge of the platform, ready to board. It happened in less than a second. Even though the station was fairly empty and she hadn't seen anyone behind or beside her, it felt like somebody shoved her aggressively.

She didn't even have the time to process what happened before she felt like she was pushed on the train tracks. She closed her eyes and images of her mama, papa, and her best friend flashed before her eyes.

She was so sure her feet had left the ground, but when her eyes opened, she saw a man with platinum blonde hair wearing a blindfold. Just before the train could collide against her body to crush her like a watermelon, warm hands had wrapped around her waist and pulled her back.

She stared at the stranger, who now had a wide grin on his face. "I made it in time, thank god." He said, his hands still wrapped around her protectively. "Wow, you really are (y/n). I can't believe this. You really look 19 years old, how cute!"

She stumbled a step back in confusion. Words wouldn't even form on her lips as she absorbed all the events around her. What could she even say to him? "Who are you? How do you know my name? Did you really appear in thin air and save me?" So many questions, yet all she managed was, "Eh?"

"It's me, Gojo Satoru. Your boyfriend from ten years in the future."

~• Chapter 1 •~

The previous night

"Yaga-sensei, tell him to not interfere in my missions. This is really unfair, that was my curse to kill!" She whined, making her way into the office.

"You would literally die if I hadn't appeared to save your ass. You Grade 1, loser sorcerer-" Gojo Satoru started, immediately earning a punch on his shoulder.

"You're a loser sorcerer. I was so close to defeating him, but you always step in and ruin things." She retorted. "If I defeated that curse today, I'd easily be promoted to Special Grade-"

"No." Gojo Satoru's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

(y/n) grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled it back. "No? You dare restrict me from something?" She asked, pulling his head down to her level. "You, as a boyfriend, will control the missions I take up? Gojo Satoru, know your place in this relationship." She warned.

It was interesting how Gojo never used his Limitless cursed technique against (y/n). It would be such a waste to do that. The feeling of her soft fingers in his hair was too precious, even it was currently causing him pain. "You can't take up Special Grade missions for the rest of your loser life. I'll never let you." He groaned, still in pain.

"That's enough! You're both adults! I'd prefer if you acted your age." Yaga-sensei scolded. "We have actually discovered some really concerning information for the two of you." Principal Yaga's tone caused the both of them to straighten up. "The Special Grade curse you both fought today is an ancient deity that went over to the dark side 600 years ago." He explained.

"Wow, something like that happened?" She asked curiously.

"I mean, deities were born from human needs and wishes. When they prayed for more and more, their reverse cursed energy condensed to form a being that could help those wishes come true." Gojo Satoru interjected. "Its only natural that the deity could eventually gain a conscious of its own and it may choose to go over to the evil side if it wants to."

"So we defeated something that high and mighty today?" She asked in surprise.

"No, you both didn't defeat it. That deity is one that can travel through time. It doesn't have any violent or flashy cursed techniques, but its abilities are the most dangerous of all. It can travel back in time to erase the future of its targets." He announced, causing (y/n) to clench her fingers into a fist. "If his cursed energy touched you even once, he can go ten years into your past and kill you. That will erase your present and future."

She was slightly stressed while Gojo had a bored expression on his face. "Mr. Ijichi reported that you shook hands with the curse as a joke. How can you be so careless, Satoru?!" His voice thundered in the office and (y/n) immediately took the opportunity to throw oil into the fire.

"When I was struggling during the fight, Satoru was showing off how he could shake hands with the curse and make a fool out of it." She complained.

"Thanks to your recklessness, the curse has access to both of your lives when you were 18 and 19 years old." He informed. "But thankfully, the curse travels really slow in time, so we have a chance to save you. Both of you will have to go on a mission to prevent the worst from occurring. Principal Gakuganji will arrive today evening from Kyoto. Apparently, his sorcerer acquaintance knows a way to temporarily travel into the past. If you can exorcise the curse in time travel, it will disappear from the past. You can then try to seal it. Unfortunately, there's no way to exorcise it." He explained while (y/n) and Satoru exchanged glances.

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A couple of hours later, (y/n) had given up on being frustrated with Gojo Satoru's antics. All her aggression melted away when he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her close and begged her to forgive him.

(y/n) now sat comfortably on his lap, in his bed, as he peppered her neck with kisses. Her eyes were closed, fingers clutching his shirt. "Satoru, are we really going to go into the past? Isn't that dangerous?" She asked innocently.

"Hm, it is." Gojo replied as his hands guided her by her waist so she could turn around to straddle him. He reached to undo the first few buttons of her shirt and ran his fingers on the smooth skin over her collarbones. "Apparently, we have to go back and protect each other from the curse."

(y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed. "Each other-?" A sweet little sound escaped her lips mid sentence as his fingers traced the shape of her clothed breasts through her shirt.

"Yeah, we can't meet our own past self because that would be like meeting an apparition of ourself. One of us could then disappear from the world." He explained.

"What? I don't get it." She looked at him blankly. Gojo Satoru raised his hand to softly run his thumb against her cheek.

"Doppelganger, you dumb bitch."

She smacked him for the second time that day. "I'm leaving-" She started getting out of his hold, but Gojo pulled her right back towards him.

"Okay I'm sorry, I won't be mean." He said as he tightened his grip around her waist. "Yaga-sensei said that since the curse used to be a deity in the past, it may still have divine powers. It may have adapted to my current cursed techniques. I hadn't mastered Hollow Purple or Reverse Cursed Technique back when I was still 18, so killing him becomes a possibility. If he dies, I might also dis-" Gojo Satoru didn't get to complete his sentence. In a matter of seconds, (y/n) had captured his lips with her own. Her eyes were closed, hands pulling him by the collar of his white shirt.

"That's not going to happen!" She exclaimed. "Even if you think I'm a loser and even if you think my cursed technique doesn't compare to your own, I'm a Grade 1 sorcerer. I'll never let something like that happen!" Her strong resolve paired with her cute voice made Gojo Satoru chuckle in response.

"I was a Special Grade sorcerer at 18-"

"Doesn't fucking matter." She replied. "I'll protect you Satoru, do you not trust me?!"

"Not really-"

"I'll exorcise that curse or deity or whatever and I'll bring its head back." Gojo couldn't help but kiss her face affectionately. "You're not taking me seriously, are you?" She asked him, clearly offended.

"Of course I am." The undone buttons of her shirt made it easier for him to slide it downward. He gently placed a kiss on her exposed shoulder. "Its just one day, but somehow, I don't feel like leaving. It feels like I might not see you for a long time." Gojo Satoru said, almost like he felt lonely. His fingers swiftly got the shirt out of his way, leaving (y/n) in just her bra. Oh, how he wanted to get that nuisance of a bra out of his way so he could worship her pretty pair of breasts. "I love you so much." He whispered. You're my sweet and my perfect little sl-"

But then, (y/n) had something absolutely different on her mind as she held his wrist to stop him. "We should strategize, Satoru. If we can defeat the curse early, we'll be back within a day or two." She said and got out of Gojo Satoru's hold, causing him to pout like a little kid. She headed over to his desk and grabbed a notebook to trace out her plan.

Almost immediately, a mischievous smile appeared on Gojo Satoru's lips. "Wait, I'll get to meet you from when you were 19 years old." He started.

"Eh? So?"

"I've only known you for the past two years from when you were 27, I can't imagine what you were like back then. Were you the same, bitchy and loud, like you are now?" He asked, causing her to throw a pencil on him, which he easily stopped using Limitless. "Or were you like, cute and innocent back then? At what age did you have your first kiss?" He asked.

"Satoru, you're not allowed to do anything funny. I'll annihilate you when you come back." She warned.

"Use your hands to kill me instead, its sexier. I don't wanna die by your loser cursed technique," Gojo Satoru immediately earned three more smacks on his head. He retaliated and as usual, they began to scuffle, (y/n) still wearing only her bra. Gojo Satoru loved doing things to get a reaction out of her and he loved how she fell for it every time.

~• Chapter 2 ~•

Gojo Satoru

"Thank you so much for saving me earlier." 19 year old (y/n) bowed down in gratitude, but when her head raised up, she gave the man a stern look. "However, please stop following me. I will report you to the police." She warned politely. The man wearing the blindfold didn't respond.

As soon as Gojo Satoru had arrived in the past, he sought all the information about (y/n)'s family and her current whereabouts. He was extremely lucky to have found her just in time to save her when the curse pushed her in front of the train. If needed, Gojo Satoru was willing to crush the entire train using his Limitless cursed technique to save (y/n).

The thing was, Gojo Satoru didn't know when the curse would appear and try to attack her. He had to be with her at all times, but doing that discreetly was no fun. He had a chance to meet (y/n) from a time before he knew her. A version of his cute girlfriend that he had never seen. How could he spend all that time in hiding?

"I'm a Special Grade sorcerer." He bragged.

"I'm not interested in becoming a sorcerer like my parents, so leave me alone. I don't want to get involved in your world." (y/n) replied, worry evident on her face. There was a sense of urgency in the way she said it, almost like she wanted to get away from him as soon as possible.

Gojo Satoru felt slightly offended. Am I repulsive? He watched as she turned her back on him and walked away. He felt a little disappointed. The (y/n) he knew was loud and irritable, she laughed a lot and cried just as easily, she cared too much about what's fair and what isn't, she hugged him tightly and always responded to jokes with violence. She had always been so warm and lovable. That's why when she treated him like he was a stranger, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but feel hurt.

He wasn't going to leave (y/n) alone, since the curse could use any opportunity to kill her and consequently, the 29 year old (y/n) would disappear. Gojo Satoru called the Kyoto Jujutsu High office and requested them to arrange a meeting with Principal Gakuganji that evening. He then approached (y/n) while she was currently on the phone with her best friend.

"I'm so sorry, (bff/n). I know you've been waiting for long, I'll be there in-" Gojo Satoru abruptly took the phone from her hand and placed it beside his ear.

"(y/n) can't make it, she's so sorry, she'll be leaving for Kyoto today." Gojo Satoru said in the most cheerful tone and disconnected the call.

"What the hell-" She protested and stood on her toes to reach for her phone, but Gojo Satoru was built like a tree. He raised his hand to keep the phone out of her reach and placed two fingers on her forehead.

(y/n) didn't remember much of what happened after. She blacked out.

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(y/n) woke up to the sound of someone typing away on the keyboard. Sitting up on the bed, she saw the same man sitting before a study table in the corner. Despite having his strange blindfold on, she wondered how he was seeing anything on the monitor he faced.

Then she recalled his words from this afternoon. I'm your boyfriend from ten years in the future. Was he really? That sounded so ridiculous to even think about.

(y/n) soundlessly got out of bed and tiptoed towards the door until-

"(y/n) apart from basic necessities like your clothes and toothbrush and stuff, is there anything else you want?" He suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Everything he said was so confusing.

"I'm just ordering some essentials. I don't know how long we might have to stay at Kyoto Jujutsu High to keep you protected." He informed.

"Did you just say Kyoto?" She asked in horror. "Is this another lowly attempt of my parents to make me a Jujutsu Sorcerer?" Her fingers clenched into a fist and she headed towards the door.

"No, although I informed your family about this, I'm not here for something silly like that. You're in danger and I'm here to protect you." He started. "A curse from 2017 came all the way to the current timeline so he can kill you. Do you understand that? We don't know when he'll arrive or how he'll attack, that's why I brought you here to Kyoto. The barrier will keep you safe inside the Jujutsu High School." Gojo Satoru's explanation only made half sense to her, but for the moment, it was sufficient to make (y/n) shut up. It was a lot to process.

"So, you're here from the future to exorcise a curse?" She asked innocently.

"Yeah, mainly to protect you." He smiled. "Like a bodyguard?" He looked at her in a way that caused (y/n) to avert her gaze. Almost like he paid too much attention to her.

"What did you mean earlier when you said you're... my boyfriend?" (y/n) asked as she avoided eye contact with him and fidgeted with the fabric of the sheets.

"Are you curious?" Gojo Satoru grinned. "We met in 2015 when you transferred to Tokyo Jujutsu High and we started dating the next year. You're actually one year older than me."

(y/n) narrowed her eyes at him. "Just because you're from Jujutsu High, I'm not going to believe everything you say. You could totally be lying about this." Pulling herself out of the bed, (y/n) went outside to confirm the information Gojo Satoru gave her. Talking to the assistants at the Kyoto Jujutsu High, she realised that this man wasn't lying about protecting her from a curse.

"Did you have lunch yet, (y/n)?" Gojo Satoru's concerned voice sounded strangely irritating to her. However, the truth was that (y/n) was going to meet her friend for lunch. Her stomach was rumbling due to lack of food.

"Not yet." She meekly replied and looked away. Gojo Satoru smiled and led her to the dining area of the Kyoto Jujutsu High.

As food was served, she couldn't help but wonder how important this Gojo Satoru guy could've been. Why was he receiving special treatment in the lair of someone as scheming and annoying as principal Gakuganji. She knew about the power hierarchy in the Jujutsu world from her parents. It was a major reason why (y/n) wanted to stay out of the system and never become a sorcerer.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Gojo Satoru asked. (y/n) was sitting across him in the dining area, warm food placed in front of her. Her fingers toyed with the spoon as she observed him.

"I would never date a shady man that wears a creepy-ass blindfold." (y/n) said, causing Gojo to choke on the soup. He was caught off-guard and started coughing.

When he composed himself a bit, he realised how it was only (y/n) who could surprise him like this with her words. He could read people so easily and (y/n) was no exception. He knew what she was thinking and feeling, yet her words and actions were so unpredictable. Despite being a Grade 1 sorcerer, she always had an attitude that even rivaled Special Grades. That's what made her so different and interesting to him.

Gojo Satoru looked at the 19-year-old (y/n) in front of him. He was definitely going to win her over in this timeline too. "This blindfold is to cover my six eyes. Otherwise, my eyes take in too much unnecessary information, it's annoying." He said before bringing another spoonful of rice to his mouth.

"Six eyes?" She asked curiously. "So you're that Gojo kid." As a child, (y/n) often heard close relatives discuss about the prodigy child of the Gojo clan. The one who had inherited the six eyes and Limitless cursed technique. It was difficult to believe he would become her boyfriend in the future. "Isn't there a Gojo Satoru in my world as well? He would be around my age. Are you going to meet him too?" (y/n) asked, causing Gojo Satoru to pause and wonder.

"Hm, it might create a doppelganger type effect and he might think I'm a threat and try to attack me, I don't know." Gojo Satoru replied. "The current Gojo Satoru is one year younger than you so he'd be around 18. I can't interfere too much with the past so I'm going to avoid meeting him." Gojo smiled, but (y/n) could only look at the table, still trying to process everything this man told her.

"Did I stress you out too much by telling you these things?" Gojo Satoru asked.

(y/n) shook her head. "I'm not stressed. I'm just trying to make sense of everything you told me. How long will I have to stay here?" She asked.

"Until I defeat and seal the curse. It shouldn't take more than a day or two. Finding it is more of a problem than sealing it." He said.

After the meal, Gojo Satoru headed out with another sorcerer to discuss how they can locate the curse. (y/n) was left alone as there were only two other students in Kyoto Jujutsu Tech; Utahime and Mei Mei, both of who had been out on a mission for more than a week. There really was nobody to talk to and nothing else to do.

Before leaving, Gojo Satoru had placed both his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "The barrier in the Kyoto Jujutsu Tech campus will prevent any curse from getting in. I want you to stay here and not leave until I get back, okay?" He had said. (y/n) only nodded in response, left with no alternative choice.

She didn't realise when she had fallen asleep that afternoon. (y/n) woke up to her phone ringing repeatedly late in the evening. There were 15 missed calls from her best friend's mom. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she called her back.

"(y/n)," Her best friend's mom sobbed when she picked up the phone. "(bff/n) went out to meet you, but she never got home. When I tried calling her, a nurse picked up her phone. She got into an accident and is currently in the hospital." She sounded really distressed and had probably been crying for a really long time.

"W-What hospital? I'll leave immediately." (y/n) said, her voice shaky. It was too sudden. She had only talked to her friend over the phone this afternoon. How did this happen in such a short span of time?

At that time, the thought of contacting Gojo Satoru didn't even cross her mind. (y/n) just grabbed her jacket and her wallet before dashing outside to the train station. She had to get to the hospital as fast as possible to see her best friend's current condition.

It was around 8:30 pm. (y/n) walked as quickly as possible in the cold to reach the train station. It hadn't even been a few minutes since she had left and halfway through, a black smoke emerged from a gap in the walls. It looked really suspicious, so she stopped and took a few steps back. Before she could decide what to do next, the smoke wrapped around her ankle and exerted force to pull her towards the building. As she fell to the ground, it dragged her against the asphalt, scraping her legs in the process. (y/n) screamed and held on to a car parked nearby to prevent being dragged along any further. After a few seconds of resilience, the car started getting dragged along with (y/n). The curse was powerful enough to move a car along with it.

(y/n) shut her eyes tightly, holding on for dear life. "Gojo!" She screamed. There was no trace of anyone that could help her in that situation. "Let go!" She shouted at the curse, tears forming in her eyes. If the smoke was so powerful, it could just slam her against the wall and her skull would split open. She would have to do something to save herself.

(y/n)'s parents had forced her to go through Jujutsu training as a kid, but she had rebelled and quit sorcery four years ago. However, she hadn't completely let go of her cursed technique yet. Before (y/n) could do anything the smoke disappeared leaving her injured on the ground, still holding on to the car.

"Fucking coward." She heard Gojo Satoru's voice behind her. So that's why the curse fled immediately. "Can you stand up?" He asked and extended his hand. Her fingers were shaky as she reached for his hand. In that sense, Gojo Satoru was very perceptive. He didn't waste another minute and slipped an arm under her knees and the other around her shoulder to lift her off the ground. (y/n) was still disoriented due to the sudden attack, so without protesting, she just closed her eyes tightly as the surroundings started warping into different colours. He hadn't even walked one step, yet (y/n) was now in her room at the Kyoto Jujutsu School. Was that teleportation?

Gojo Satoru gently put her down on the bed and went outside the room. When he came back, there was a first-aid kit in his hands. She looked at her legs that were scraped like she had just gotten into a road accident. Gojo Satoru poured rubbing alcohol on cotton and used it to clean the wound that was covered in a mix of dirt and blood. He didn't look at her face even once, his eyes were only focused on cleaning up the wounds.

"Is he angry...?" She wondered. "Gojo, I was-"

"Why did you leave the barrier?" He asked without looking up. "I specifically asked you not to. Why were you so reckless?" Gojo Satoru's voice was so calm, it actually scared her a little bit.

"I got a phone call. My best friend got into an accident and her mom called me around 15 times. I wanted to go to the hospital and see her." (y/n) explained, reaching for her phone and fiddling with the screen to show him the missed calls. However, they weren't there. She didn't have any missed calls from anyone. "Eh? It was right here, I swear." She checked it repeatedly, but the call log was empty.

Gojo Satoru patted her head. " I know you're not lying." He said kindly. "The curse must've pulled a stunt, they're notorious for doing things like this. So, I believe you (y/n)-chan." When he said that, she looked at him, worry still etched on her face.

"Y-You're not mad I left?" She asked.

"I definitely am. If I didn't arrive in time, the curse would've killed you instantly. I don't want to go back to a future without (y/n), so I need you to be more careful. If you received a call like that, you should've called me instead of leaving the barrier." He said, making her look down at the ground. Everything he said made her heart flutter a bit. Was such a sweet and loving person really her boyfriend in the future? It sounded so unreal.

Gojo Satoru ran his fingers through her hair to fix it a bit. She looked down, refusing to look at him. "I'm sorry." She said quietly. He chuckled in response. The (y/n) he knew would rather die than timidly apologize to him for something that wasn't really her fault. Gojo Satoru ran his thumb against (y/n)'s cheek and smiled warmly.

"You're so sweet, I almost don't want to forgive you."

~• Chapter 3•~

(y/n)

When 29 year old (y/n) time travelled to go back from 2017 to 2007, she had made sure to prepare herself ahead of time. Refusing her boyfriend Gojo Satoru's offer to make out in his bed was sad enough, but hopefully, it would pay off when (y/n) would defeat the curse and go back to him relieved of all worries.

Yaga Masamichi had instructed both of them to report to the Principal at Kyoto Jujutsu School as he was the one coordinating this mission along with the sorcerer skilled in time travel. So, (y/n) decided to start with reaching out to them first.

(y/n) hadn't slept a wink since the previous night. When she heard of how the curse may be able to outsmart a younger Gojo Satoru and adapt to his Limitless Cursed Technique, (y/n) couldn't sit still. She spent all night buried in books, trying to understand the best way to outsmart a Special Grade curse. Being a Grade 1 sorcerer herself, (y/n) was not really qualified to fight a Special Grade curse. Yaga Masamichi and Gojo Satoru had only agreed to send her so she could warn the younger Gojo Satoru ahead of time and help him and the other sorcerers exorcise the curse.

(y/n)'s cursed technique was really average in comparison to that of her colleagues. Even getting as far as a Grade 1 rank was difficult enough for her and had only been possible because of her intelligence and hardworking nature. While Gojo Satoru figured out his opponent during the fight, (y/n)'s battle against the curse began well in advance. She always gathered as much information as possible and developed a strategy before entering a battle. This method worked well for her during missions, but surprise attacks by a curse was always a nightmare for (y/n).

She explained the situation to the principal of Kyoto Jujutsu High who surprisingly, seemed to be aware of it already. His acquaintance, the sorcerer who had the ability to time travel, already received information about her arrival in advance.

"I already told Yaga to send his students, so you can discuss this with them." He told, causing her to sigh in relief.

Unlike Gojo, (y/n) was not particularly excited about this mission. She sat on a bench in the garden of the school and opened the notebook she brought along. Special Grade curses already made her anxious enough and this one was an ancient deity with a cursed technique that far outranked her own. (y/n) flipped through her notes.

"Locating the curse is going to be such a dreary task..." She said to herself and leaned back in the bench. "We can start by detecting trace particles of cursed energy..." The bench was so uncomfortable and (y/n)'s head wanted a place to rest. Her room in the Kyoto Jujutsu High felt too far away, so (y/n) just placed the notebook on her face and fell asleep on the bench outside.

"Is that her? Should we wake her up?"

"No, let's come back later."

"Just wake her up, we'll ask her about the mission."

"You do it."

(y/n)'s eyes fluttered open as she heard two familiar voices. One of them definitely belonged to Gojo and the other was strangely familiar too. She slowly sat up, causing the two boys to exchange glances.

"Gojo Satoru and..." (y/n) was surprised at what she saw. "Geto Suguru?" She hadn't been warned about this. Only last year she had fought alongside the other sorcerers against an ex-Jujutsu High student. That was Geto Suguru. The fight was inconclusive and they made a truce of mutual non-aggression with him. She couldn't believe she had to work with him to defeat this curse.

"Are you sure she's not just dumb?" That was Gojo Satoru. (y/n) had just realised that her boyfriend at the age of 28 was twenty-five times less meaner than his 18 year old self.

"Satoru!" Geto smacked his head and gave an apologetic smile to (y/n). "I'm sorry, we were flown in to Kyoto at such short notice for a mission they didn't really explain to us. He's just really annoyed." He politely explained and (y/n) nodded in understanding.

"I specifically called in for Gojo Satoru and a skilled Special Grade sorcerer to accompany him." (y/n) started as she sat up.

"Suguru isn't here to accompany me." Satoru said, irritation colouring his voice.

"Yes, he's here to make sure you don't die fighting with your current methods." (y/n) retorted, causing Gojo Satoru's eyebrows to knit in confusion. "I'm a Grade 1 sorcerer from 2023 and I've been sent to help you guys defeat a curse that time-travelled all the way here to kill Gojo Satoru." (y/n) explained. Without giving them a chance to continue, she went on. "...and before you tell me about how strong you are and how amazing your cursed technique is, let me tell you, the curse already fought you once and has probably now adopted itself to your Limitless cursed technique. That means it can get through your Limitless barrier and it's attacks can actually reach you. Do you understand, Satoru? You need to stop being so reckless. We're in this situation because you acted cocky in a fight against this curse." (y/n) said in frustration while the two boys just looked at her stunned.

"Satoru, looks like you created a mess in the future." Geto Suguru whispered.

"Eh? How is this my fault?" Gojo Satoru whined before his eyebrows perked up. "One second, did you just call me Satoru?" He asked (y/n) suspiciously.

"Uh, what, no, we're not that close. I said Gojo Satoru." (y/n) said, in an attempt to cover up what she had done. Before arriving in 2014, (y/n) had promised herself to not reveal the nature of their relationship to Gojo Satoru. She didn't want to complicate things and also just found it a bit inappropriate considering their age gap.

"Satoru, let it go." Geto managed to control his friend and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "There's a meeting room inside. Would you like to go in and discuss this mission?" He kindly offered and (y/n) accepted before heading inside with them.

As (y/n) sat down across Gojo Satoru, she couldn't help but notice how the school uniform looked so different on him. He looked younger and his glasses made him look stupider than the blindfold he usually wore. His words and actions were also way more annoying and childish than what she was normally used to.

"So, our first goal should be locating this curse. I was told that finding it is going to be more difficult than anything else." She started as she opened her notes for reference. "Also, the curse is notorious for surprise attacks. We need to be really careful-"

Gojo Satoru grinned. "Are those notes? She's like a middle school girl, it's so funny." He earned another smack from Geto Suguru as he said that. (y/n) recalled how Gojo had made fun of her for exactly the same thing when they were first assigned to a mission together two years ago. She was supposed to assist him and learn from his methods, but the truth was that Gojo Satoru wasn't accustomed to prior planning. He didn't have the need to do that. He just entered the battle on a whim and defeated the curse effortlessly. She remembered bickering with him about the same thing and how he had made jokes about her use of notes and reference books to navigate a fight.

"Do you have a problem with me?" She asked the 18 year old Gojo Satoru sitting in front of her.

"No, Gojo is a bitch to every cute girl he meets." A laidback voice emerged from the doorway, causing (y/n) to smile and turn around.

"Shoko!" She said and only smiled wider upon seeing her. "...and you have short hair. It looks so cute on you." (y/n) said, causing Shoko to exchange confused glances with her classmates.

"You know me?" Shoko asked as she took a seat beside (y/n).

"She's from 2023 and apparently she knows all of us." Geto explained causing Shoko's surprise to turn into amusement.

"Then can you tell us about the future? Do I get a hot boyfriend by then? " Shoko asked and (y/n) only replied with a strained smile.

"I've been asked to not share any information about the future with you all. Plus, you'll anyway forget everything once I leave." (y/n) started. "Once the curse is defeated, it'll almost be like none of this ever happened. You'll forget me and that I ever came here. We'll only meet in 2020 then, how we originally met." She smiled.

"So are you our friend in the future?" Geto Suguru asked. Now, (y/n) didn't want to lie to him, but she also didn't have the heart to tell him that he defected from Jujutsu High at some point and had become their opponent by 2020. So, she only smiled and smiled in response.

After charting out a plan to locate the curse, they decided to look for it by detecting trace particles of it's cursed energy. They divided themselves into pairs, with one Special Grade sorcerer in each pair. (y/n) was paired with Gojo, both of who groaned upon hearing that.

"I'm the older one. I must act mature." (y/n) told herself as she walked alongside Gojo Satoru, stealing glances of him occassionally. He was the exact same person 10 years into the past as well. It hadn't even been a day, but looking at the 18 year old Gojo made her miss her boyfriend so much. "I hope he's safe." (y/n) thought to herself.

"The curse didn't come here, there are no trace particles of cursed energy at any of the places we visited." Gojo Satoru said as he leaned against the wall. "Does this curse even exist?" He took a sip of the orange juice he had just bought from a vending machine nearby.

"Yes, it does." (y/n) looked at her notes. "I read in the archives and battle records that deity-turned-curses love to prey on anxiety. They create stressful and frightening situations before devouring their victims." She explained.

"It doesn't matter. Suguru and I are the strongest. Bring any curse and we'll devour it instead." Gojo Satoru said with a smug expression, followed by (y/n) yawning in response.

"I've heard that line a thousand times, please shut up and focus on the mission at hand. Everyone knows you're strong. I wouldn't be sent here if you could handle this on your own." (y/n) tried to hammer some practical thinking into Gojo Satoru's head. "You needed a heads-up for this."

"Hm, I'm just wondering what kind of an attack-" As Gojo Satoru took another sip of his orange juice, (y/n) suddenly pounced on him, making both of them fall to the ground as a beam of hot lava slammed against the wall. The paint and concrete on the wall melted and disappeared, giving a clear view of the half-destroyed bricks inside the wall.

"That was close." (y/n) let out a sigh of relief and turned to look at the curse. Some of the lava had splashed on to Gojo Satoru's shirt, leaving burn marks on it. "Look, Satoru, the cursed energy got through Infinity." She said, still on top of Gojo Satoru, trapping him with both her arms on the ground.

"You worry too much." Gojo Satoru said as he sat up and effortlessly lifted (y/n) off him by her waist. It reminded her of Satoru, her boyfriend, and how his rough hands had gripped her waist last night. It was the same person, yet the Gojo Satoru in front of her had eyes that held no recognition of her. The hands that knew exactly how (y/n) liked to be held felt so different, yet strangely familiar.

When Geto's Rainbow Dragon arrived to assist them in battle, the curse decided to flee and wait for the next opportunity to strike. "Ah, running away is the only thing it's good for." (y/n) commented as she collapsed on the ground. When she looked up, Gojo was looking at her with narrowed eyes.

"Are we late?" Geto asked as he arrived with Shoko tagging along. As soon as he saw Gojo standing and shooting looks of suspicion towards (y/n) on the ground, he scratched his head a bit. "Is everything okay...?" He asked.

(y/n)'s wounds were given first aid and all the four sorcerers had assembled at the cafeteria. Gojo Satoru still didn't stop his suspicious glances towards her.

"What?" (y/n) asked, frustrated.

"You did it again." Gojo accused, causing Geto to look up from his strawberry milk carton. "You called me Satoru during the battle." He said.

"Bro seriously, let it go now." Geto commented as Shoko also looked at them curiously.

"I will let it go when she tells me everything." Gojo Satoru said, causing (y/n) to avoid meeting his gaze. "There's more to this curse isn't it? You didn't just come here to give us a heads up, did you?" He asked.

I came here to protect you because you're my boyfriend, just wasn't an easy thing for (y/n) to say to him. It was embarrassing and just felt too uncomfortable to say. So she just remained quiet and took a bite of her snack bar. Geto and Shoko had also lost interest in the matter while Gojo was just restless with nothing else to say.

"(y/n) try this chocolate cookie, it's delicious." Shoko offered extending the cookie towards (y/n)'s mouth.

"Thank you, Shoko!" (y/n) beamed and leaned forward. As she took a bite of the treat, a little silver pendant with the letter 'S' on a small heart slipped out of her shirt.

"Cute pendant." Shoko commented.

It was an expensive Platinum pendant that (y/n) received as a gift from Gojo on her 28th birthday. She was quite fond of it. Unconsciously, (y/n) held on to it and grinned. She was so used to showing it off to everyone that on instinct, the words slipped out. "Thanks, my boyfriend gave it to me." She said.

The trio became very curious as they exchanged hesitant glances. "I hate to say anything, but..." Shoko started.

"The lesser you tell us, the wilder our conclusions will get.. you know.." Geto said, causing (y/n) to freeze. Funnily enough, Satoru, Suguru and Shoko all names started with an 'S', yet the word boyfriend had narrowed things down a bit.

"H-His name is Sebastian!" (y/n) blurted out the first name that came to her mind and that happened to be her favourite anime character.

"Eh? You have a foreigner boyfriend?" Shoko asked, causing (y/n) to nod desperately.

"Yeah, I met him when I went to America two years ago." (y/n) lied. The truth was that she had never even travelled to a foreign country before.

"You both got excited for no reason." Shoko chuckled, causing Geto to turn away in embarassment.

"I call bullshit. She probably doesn't even speak English. (we're just going to pretend they're speaking in Japanese yay)" Gojo Satoru said, causing (y/n) to glare at him.

"Of course I do." (y/n) was building a tower of lies that would bury her deeply in the rubble if it collapsed anytime soon.

~• Chapter 4 •~

Gojo Satoru

"You're so sweet, I almost don't want to forgive you." Gojo smiled, causing (y/n) to look at him in confusion. She was making expressions he rarely got to see in his girlfriend.

Back in 2015, when Gojo met (y/n) for the first time, he was just disappointed in the new sorcerer that was going to join his team. He didn't share his opinion with anyone, but he thought that at least a Special Grade sorcerer could help him train those students who had potential to become Special Grades in the future. However, he had to make do with a Grade 1 for now.

(y/n) was assigned to several missions with him and her methods were so tiring. (y/n)'s cursed technique was not very special either, it was on the same level as Mai and she was poor at close combat. A few weeks before their first mission together, he saw (y/n) head to the archives library of their school. It was an old building and the last he had stepped inside was almost 10 years ago with Suguru. He would see her go there everyday with a notebook in her hand and to Gojo Satoru, that was honestly just pitiful. It was like donkey work to somehow make up for her lack of competence. However, Gojo Satoru was not mean to others, openly atleast, so he remained quiet.

On their first joint mission, Gojo Satoru did most of the work while (y/n)'s attacks felt were more unique and less effective. With a snap of his finger, the battle was over.

"Hey I'm sorry to say this, but we're gonna have to replace you. The students need a Special Grade teacher more than anything. The Grade of battles keep going higher and you just don't cut it." Gojo Satoru said, yet (y/n) didn't even have a hint of shame or guilt on her face. He couldn't believe someone so incompetent and weak carried that much pride in themself.

"And I'm sorry to say this, but I can't be assigned to missions with you. There's no way I'm getting any promotions if you're gonna shadow all my work like that." (y/n) said, causing Gojo Satoru to raise an eyebrow.

"Oh really? You couldn't use your impressive skills because I defeated the curse too early? Well, there's another curse just 15 km away. Would you like to-" Gojo Satoru was interrupted by (y/n) who shook her head.

"No, I need time. Give me three more days and I'll defeat the next curse by myself." She said, causing Gojo to roll his eyes.

"It's a Special Grade."

"I've defeated them before. It won't be an issue. See you later." (y/n) said and started heading towards the train station.

"Ijichi will be here to pick us up, where are you going?"

"I need to get some work done, you go ahead."

After (y/n) left Gojo Satoru felt a little guilty, but that only lasted like 10 seconds. "We can't have a incapable sorcerer teaching students to fight curses in a city. It won't help them improve at all." Then he wondered how Yaga-sensei even employed someone like that without testing their abilities first.

In the three days that (y/n) had asked of Gojo, he saw her spend most of her day in that dusty archives library. Mei Mei had visited the Tokyo Jujutsu school on official business and he even noticed how (y/n) had a meeting with her and preferred her advice over his own. Clearly, Mei Mei wasn't a Special Grade either so it made sense for them to discuss battle strategies.

When the day of the battle arrived, (y/n) was full of confidence in her eyes. The battle that Gojo Satoru could've ended in ten minutes, (y/n) took around half an hour. (y/n)'s key strength was her knowledge of the curse, it's weaknesses, what type of attacks were likely to cause the most damage, she knew the curse inside out. All that knowledge made up for her lack of a fancy cursed technique.

Bloodied and battered (y/n) dealt a finishing blow to the Special Grade and collapsed on her knees. She didn't look back at Gojo Satoru once, (y/n) stood up with shaky legs and reached for her phone in her pocket. "Ah, it's broken, should've left it in the car."

"Uh.." Gojo Satoru started, causing (y/n) to turn around. "I.. take back what I said that day. You.. You're approved to teach at Tokyo Jujutsu school." He said, but (y/n) just blinked, then went back to looking at her broken phone.

"Isn't that obvious? I was approved the day I was employed here. I just don't understand why they would assign us a mission together. You're so disgustingly strong, you should clearly be given solo missions." She said and Gojo took a few seconds to process whether she was insulting him or complimenting him. "Are you hungry?" She asked him and Gojo could only follow her like a puppy.

(y/n) was so confident in herself and never yielded to anything. The whole reason why she was transferred from the Kyoto Jujutsu school was because she constantly raised her voice against the underhanded methods used by principal Gakuganji and the corrupt school administration. At this point, even the students had started to ignore her, but Gojo Satoru was satisfied to know that there were others who felt the same way as him about the higher authorities controlling Jujutsu society.

That is why when 19 year old (y/n) just apologised straight away, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but laugh. "Eh? Why are you laughing?" She asked innocently, causing him to gently brush her hair away from her face.

"I'm kind of thankful to this curse." Gojo Satoru said and (y/n) looked at him in confusion. She pointed at her injured legs and he laughed and shook his head. "Not for that. I just don't think I would've had a chance to know you like this if I hadn't come back." He said and (y/n) tilted her head to the side.

"I don't understand a lot of things you say. I still don't believe you're... my.. boyfriend." She looked away.

"Why? Are you disappointed? Am I not what you imagined your ideal boyfriend to be like? I'm not hot enough?" Gojo Satoru asked, just to get a reaction out of her.

"It's not like that... You're actually very h-" (y/n) said, then realised what Gojo was trying to get her to say and she immediately stopped herself. Gojo Satoru only chuckled in response.

"Do you feel better now?" Gojo asked, causing (y/n) to nod. "Were you scared earlier?" He asked and memories of being helplessly dragged away by the curse came back to (y/n).

"Yeah, I really thought I was... gonna die." She said softly and looked down. So honest. Gojo Satoru had never known (y/n) to be so open and vulnerable without him having to persist.

"Then come here." He said and pulled (y/n) on his lap. She looked back at him in surprise and embarrassment. "I'll protect you." Gojo Satoru wrapped his arms around (y/n) who didn't protest even a little. It felt so warm and safe to be held by Gojo and (y/n) just wanted to believe everything he told her, even if it all sounded like lies. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

When Gojo pulled back to look at her face, he realised how bad he wanted to kiss her. Memories of his first kiss with (y/n) came back in a flash. The night Gojo had just returned from a wedding of his distant relative. He was out all day and extremely tired as he stepped inside the campus. He took off his coat, loosened his tie and just sat on a bench in the garden. He used his arm to cover his face and rested his head against the back rest. Gojo didn't wear his blindfold to formal events like weddings, yet his eyes were still covered by his hands.

He felt her cursed energy before he heard her footsteps head towards him with a purpose. "Gojo! Why does this say you've taken back my application to become a Special Grade sorcerer?!" (y/n) asked pulling his tie to wake him up.

"Hmm?" Gojo lazily opened his eyes to find (y/n) in a yellow skirt and a white summer tank top. She looked so cute with her hair tied up into a bun and as always, she had something sharp to say to him.

She showed him the withdrawal document and placed one hand on her hip. "How dare you?" She started. "How can you withdraw my application without asking me?"

"You aren't qualified to be a Special Grade sorcerer." He said, then went back to placing his arm over his eyes.

"You don't get to decide that!" (y/n) yelled, earning no response from him. "And you have the audacity to sleep?" She shook his head. "Wake up, Gojo!" She shook him harshly, causing Gojo to open his eyes. He pulled her towards him on the bench.

"Special Grade sorcerers are always given the worst missions and I've lost countless friends to a stupid title like that. Stop chasing it, please." He said and (y/n) just had nothing to say to him. "Do you know why Mei-san is still a Grade 1 sorcerer? With her current abilities, she could easily pass for a Special Grade, yet she just stopped trying. It's because she's selfish. Can't you be like that too?"

"Gojo..." (y/n) looked at him, her anger now replaced with worry and sadness. "That's still not your decision to make..."

"Satoru."

"Huh?"

"Don't call me Gojo, you should call me Satoru."

"You act like a kid." (y/n) sighed. "Being a Special Grade sorcerer will help me become stronger in the future. The tougher battles I face, the stronger I'll get over time."

"You want a strong opponent? Fight me all you like. I won't go easy on you. I'm the strongest you'll ever encounter." He said desperately and pulled her to sit on his lap. (y/n) and Gojo were interested in each other from a long time, but it was only that day Gojo had put aside all his inhibitions and acted on his desire.

Looking at the 19 year old (y/n) he remembered how soft her lips were and how gently she kissed him, slow and sensual. "A-Are we going to kiss?" (y/n) whispered causing him to snap out of his thoughts.

He held her tighter and shook his head. "No we're not." He said and thought of how naive (y/n) was ten years ago. She was wiser and a lot more careful when he met her for the first time. He just stayed like that as (y/n) rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

Further chapters will be updated soon. Comment if you want to be tagged.

[yujiqi]

match made in heaven

stranger!hyunjin x wealthy f!reader

synopsis: you’re feeling desperate tonight so you decide to look for someone to hook up with on a dating app and it seems you guys could be more than a one night stand

genre/s: smut, fluff

warnings: oral f!receiving, vanilla sex, lil bit of dry humping

wc: 1.7k

a/n: listen to singularity - bts while reading! i wrote this 2 years ago so it’s not that good but i feel bad for not posting so heres a little smth! mostly proofread!

you long for evenings like this. sipping on a glass of wine, taking a hot bath with a rich lavender essence filling the bathroom.

"miss y/n, your food has arrived. shall i leave it here?" you hear your butler from the other side of the door.

"leave it on my coffee table, thank you"

you hear his footsteps fading away. being wealthy is fun. many people say money cant buy happiness but you think that's false. they're just saying that because they don't have money.

you live alone, your butler and the others that do your housework come early in the morning, but by midnight, it's just you. a part of you wishes you had someone to spend your nights with. you’re the ceo of the company your dad owns. some say you were born with a silver spoon. they aren't wrong, but it does bother you how people badmouth you behind your back when you could easily end their career.

you take the last sip of your wine and set the glass down. you carefully step out of the bathtub and wrap a towel around yourself. the aroma of food fills your nostrils. you ordered lobster with a couple other sides. your butler left a new bottle of wine right by it. you usually don't have big meals like this but it’s friday and it’s been a tiring week. you hear your phone ring and you hesitate for a moment. you don't feel like talking to anyone right now. it’s your mom calling. she's always bugging you about how you need to get married.

"hello" you finally answer the phone.

"y/n. what did i tell you about ignoring my calls." she sounds mad.

"you know i'm busy, mom"

"too busy to answer the woman that brought you to this planet?"

"mom," you pause for a second because you really don't wanna do this right now. "i have to go"

"when are you going to get married, y/n" you feel like she can practically hear your eye roll at this point.

"why are you so worried about that when i'm literally the ceo of a company? i'm well off, i don’t need a man" you protest.

"i just think it would be best if you settled with a man, have a kid that will soon takeover the company too"

"i'm going to sleep. goodnight" and with that, you hang up.

you’re 26, she seriously needs to back off a bit. although you do feel you should find a man. you don't want a man to settle down with though, you want a man to satisfy you and pleasure you. lord knows you need it. you can't remember the last time you had sex. maybe 3 years ago? you’ve been so busy, you haven't had time to think about yourself. you look at your phone and can't believe what you’re about to do. you open the app store and type in "hookup apps".

you’re shocked you’d stoop this low, but you’re feeling really desperate tonight. you open the app and it asks for the basics. name, age, city, and a few extra questions. the app is very quick to find matches. none of them interest you until someone catches your eye.

hyunjin, 23, seoul

cool, hes 3 years younger than you but you can make it work. you send a request to him and he immediately sends a message.

hyunjin: into younger guys i see?

me: im gonna be honest... im really desperate rn

hyunjin: oh yeah? dont u wanna know even a little bit about me?

me: not really

hyunjin: i could be an old white man yk

me: the fact that ur saying that alr lets me know ur not

hyunjin: true

me: ill give u my address then

hyunjin: already???

me: i told u im desperate

you send him your address and anxiously wait in the lobby area of your penthouse. you mess with the strap on your velvet robe. you’re not wearing anything underneath so easy access, right? you get a message from hyunjin asking for the gate code. you give it to him and soon you hear the doorbell chime throughout the house. you quickly get up and open the massive door for him.

"woah" his mouth wide open, pure shock on his face

"you like it?"

"i'm not talking about the house, i'm talking about you" he says.

well that's a first. you don't get many guests, but when you do, all they talk about is the house.

"you're bold" is all you manage to let out. he's fine. incredibly fine. the way his long black his falls perfectly onto his shoulders. you notice the mole under eye. how unique. he's also very tall, much taller than you at least. he has long, slim fingers and your mind can't help but imagine what he can do with them.

"do you want a glass of wine?" you ask him

"i thought you were horny"

"i am, i'm just building up to it" you look up at him with those eyes. the ones that make any guy melt. you grab his hand and lead him upstairs to your room. we sit on the couch and you pour him a glass. even while he drinks, he doesn't take his eyes off of you. he looks hungry and you like it.

"this is a nice place you have" he says, setting down the glass.

"yeah, i'm the ceo of my dad's company" you’re not really one to brag so you don't know why you said that, internally face palming. he nods and continues to stare into your eyes. he then looks down to catch a glimpse at what you’re wearing. the hunger in his eyes grows even more. with the way he's looking at you, you don't think you can sit still any longer. you get closer to him. he watches you closely. you look at him and ask,

"what do you want?"

"you" is all he says before placing his lips on yours. he kisses you so slow and sensually, just how you like it. you wrap your arms around his neck and your hand moves to the back of his head. he deepens the kiss, if that was even possible. he adjusts himself on the couch, making you sit on his lap. you can't help but to slightly grind against him due to the lack of friction. he lets out a slight groan into the kiss. so he likes this... good to know.

"hyunjin, please" you breathe between kisses

he only lets out a low moan in response. his hands find your robe strap. he wastes no time unraveling it. you get goosebumps from the cold air. but the second his hands land on your bare chest, you feel hot. he plays with your breasts for a while before breaking the kiss. his lips move to your jaw, then neck, then collarbone. you start to breathe heavy as you wait for him to put his mouth where you want it the most.

he kisses the area right above your left nipple and takes it in his mouth soon after. you almost immediately moan at the sensation you haven't felt in forever. you run your fingers gently through his hair as his face is shoved in your chest.

"hyunjin, the bed" you whisper into his ear. he stops feasting on you and looks into your eyes with that same look from before, but this one more desperate. he hurriedly picks you up and places you on your king bed, white satin sheets. your lips connect again with the slow and sensual pace as hyunjin climbs on top of you. it feels like you’ve been doing this all night but its only been a few minutes. you pull his shirt over his head. he has a slim appearance, but also has visible abs. what a sight. he's so beautiful, you admire him before he starts to kiss down your stomach. he gets closer and closer to your pussy and you want to moan before he even does anything. you like that in this moment, no words are needed. you’re taking things slowly. you desperately want him to touch and feel every part of you. he looks up at you before eating you out like you’re his last meal. with every movement of his tongue, you feel like you’re in heaven knowing you’re far from it. you thrust your hips, shoving yourself further into his mouth. he pulls your legs further apart, trying to taste every inch of you. there's that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling building up in you.

a breathy "hyun m’gonna" is all that can come out of your mouth.

"not yet love" he moves away from your pulsing cunt. you’re about to whine before he shuts you up with another kiss. he sits up to unbutton his pants. he discards his boxers as well. he pumps himself a bit before leaning down to place more kisses onto your lips as if he'll never get to feel them again. he adjusts himself before thrusting into you slowly. gosh it's been so long since you’ve felt something this good. he leans forward onto his elbows, his cock buried deep in you. you feel his breath your my ear. you wrap your arms around him tightly. the way you are right now feels so comfortable. it's like you’ve known him your whole life even though you met 30 minutes ago. he ruts into you deeply and passionately.

"y/n you're doing so good" he breathes out. he holds you tighter, kissing the skin by your ear. his thrusts start to get faster as you both get closer to your orgasm, and your moans get louder. there's that feeling again, except it's much more intense this time. with one final thrust, you both release. it's interesting how you’re so in sync with everything. you don't want this to be your last night with him. you guys catch your breath for a second before he removes his head from your neck to look at you.

"you're amazing" he smiles at you, a sincere one.

"you too" you smile back.

for some reason, it feels like you don't need to say anything else. like you both know what the other is feeling and thinking through everything you just did. it's connections like this that you should cherish. you plan on sticking with him.

"lets stay like this for a while, then get cleaned up, yeah?" he says

you just nod, his hair tickles your chin.

you’ve finally found your match, your match made in heaven.

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The Lyon’s family Christmas

Summary: You lie to your mom and tell her that you have a boyfriend to bring home and begs your best friend Jon to come with you to meet your family.

Word count: 2.7k

Pairing: Jimmy x Y/N

A/N: Happy New Year and Happy Holidays; I am so so so so sorry that this is so late but I literally worked the entire holidays so this was the best day for me to release. I hope you guys enjoy!

P.S. Guess who’s officially back? 🙂💙

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As often as this was a reoccurring issue, Y/N don’t know why she expected the conversation to take a different direction unlike the very worn out route her and her mother usually seemed to take.

“Do you remember Trent from church? I’ve heard the younger girls were saying he’s single now, and I was thinking about inviting him to our Christmas party. I think he makes for a nice boy, don’t you?" Her mom asked over the phone. And there it was, the same damn conversation causing Y/N to roll her eyes. Thank God her mother couldn’t see her.

Her mom never knew how to stay out of her business, always going out her way to try and set her up with damn near anybody because she thought it was the most terrifying fact that her daughter was single at 30 and have been for the last three years now.

But Y/N valued her peace more than anything, and all her past relationships have not always bought her peace, just heartache. So she wanted to be very cautious her next go round because she was being very serious when she told everyone she only had one more relationship in her. She just wished her mom understood that.

Y/N let out a sigh, "Mom, I haven’t seen Trent in forever. Do NOT invite that boy over for no foolishness. Plus, he’s really not my type." Y/N expressed which caused her mother her scoff.

"And since fuckin when was Trent not your type? I thought you were trying to get with a good man Y/N?" Her mother questioned.

Exactly.

Y/N let out a huff in annoyance, she knew way more than her mom and knew that Trent was definitely not the way go. But she didn’t know want her mom to think she was trying to push at the conversation so instead of being honest, Y/N does the first thing that comes to mind.

“I didn’t wanna tell you like this but Trent ain’t my type because I have a boyfriend now Ma.”

Y/N’s POV

The silence on the phone made me more nervous, why the fuck would I just say that?

“You got a boyfriend? Since when you found a boyfriend? And why haven’t you said anything about him?” The questions were leaving her mouth like quick fire, barely giving me anytime to answer her. But I did the best I could.

“I didn’t say anything because I wanted to make sure this was something worth bringing up.”

“Mmhmm, and how long you’ve been seeing this guy?” She asked

“Five months now, but we were friends before we started dating. I’ve been trying to take it slow.”

Another beat of silence took over the phone and for a second, I thought she knew I was spewing nothing but bullshit just to get her to shut up.

“Hmm, well baby you ain’t getting no younger. Tell this man I wanna meet him, invite him to the party and I’m not taking no for an answer.” She finally replied, but her response took me aback.

“Wait- mom..”

“Great! I’ll see you guys next weekend, Love you baby.” And with a quickness, she hung up in my face.

I was left amuck, staring at the phone in disbelief because what the fuck did I just do?

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In retrospect, you didn’t really have anyone to ask but him. You weren’t comfortable asking anyone else but your best friend - who has yet to meet anyone in your family, which was perfect.

Who else would’ve agreed to do this for you?

“You want me to what?” He asked, choking on the fried rice he was eating prior.

Okay, so maybe it’s going to take a little bit of convincing.

“Please Jon, you’re the only person I can ask and I feel like we’re close enough; we could definitely pull it off.” You exclaimed, a small smile on your face; trying to be as persuasive as possible.

Jon was not amused, for all he knew this was another one of your tired ass pranks that he refused to fall for.

“So you want me to lie to your mom for Christmas?” he questioned, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Why don’t you just tell her you’re single? I’m sure it won’t be the end of the world.”

You sigh, shoulders sinking in a bit. “She wants to set me up with some guy I haven’t seen in years. You know how I get with guys Jon and she won’t stop until she sees me with someone.”

You turn to fully face him with pleading eyes. “C’mon Jon, I already told them I have a boyfriend, who else am I supposed to ask?”

Jon watched you with careful eyes, silent as if he was thinking it over. You couldn’t help but keep your gaze hopeful as you guts sat in your living room waiting for him to respond.

You knew it was a big favor to ask but you would owe him the world if he could help you get your mom off your back.

The silence that filled the room made goosebumps litter all over your skin and the anxiety that bubbled in your stomach made you want to throw up. Just when you were going to tell him to forget it, Jon cut you off.

“Fine, I’ll go. But if we do this, we need to get our story straight.”

And just like that, the planning began, and for the rest of dinner, the two of you sat and theorized on how their fake love story came into existence:

Two friends who danced around the possibility of what could be till one night Jon stepped up and asked you to dinner and you agreed and you guys have been taking it slow from that night on.

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Two days after that, Jon surprised Y/N with matching pajamas for this impromptu trip.

“What kind of couple would we be without matching PJs?” Jon had asked when he dropped them off.

It made Y/N more appreciative of the effort he seemed to put into it. Of course Jon would play the perfect gentleman like boyfriend, who else would’ve did this for her?

The night before they had to drive six hours to your mother‘s house, you two agreed that Jon spend the night. This instance wasn’t anything new, Jon was your best friend and he slept over before, but something within your dynamic changed.

It was as if they were falling into the role of a loving couple for each other instead of Y/N’s family.

Jon sat on the bed watching Y/N finish applying her night cream, getting ready for bed.

“Is there anyone I should expect to give me a hard time?” Jon asked and you shook your head.

“Honestly, my mom is probably going to push you to marry me.” You joked causing Jon to chuckle.

“Well, if that’s the case, you ready to be stuck with me for life babe?”

The nickname caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

“Babe?” You questioned and Jon sends you a shy smile.

“You gotta start the habit now. I can’t call you that when I get over there, what if I just randomly call you princess and you get flustered?” He slightly teased, and there was those damn butterflies again.

He was right though, they needed to fall into the role of a devoted couple because how else were they going to make everyone believe they were in love?

You playfully rolled your eyes, and respond back, “what if I call you, baby boy and you get flustered?”

At that, Jonathan laughs and shakes his head at you. “I thought you said you wanted it to be believable?”

“How is that not believable?” You questioned as you walks out of the bathroom and towards him where he sat on the bed.

You cupped Jon’s cheek and talked in a baby tone, “Who wouldn’t think you’re my baby boy?” Cooing softly in a joking manner.

Jon decided he’s had enough of your antics and stood up to tower over you. Your hand falling back to your side as you stare up at him, a small smirk slowly formed on his lips as he stared down at you.

“C’mon now, you really think anyone is going to see us and think you call me anything but Daddy?” He had lowered his tone on purpose, and just like that the playfullness was sucked out of the room.

Your breath hitched at the sound of his voice, taking note of how close you guys actually were. Why did he have to do all that?

You felt your cheeks warm up and you couldn’t be more thankful than you are now that your skin had a darker hue to it - but Jon didn’t need to see it to know that you were flustered because your silence gave it away.

His smirk grows, almost tauntingly as he stared down at you. Maybe he knew what he was doing to you or maybe he didn’t and just got a kick out of this, but you did not appreciate his little game.

“Isn’t that right princess?” Even though you knew that Jon was teasing, you couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine.

You squinted your eyes to glare at him, “You’re not funny Jonathan.” You hissed out but he only chuckled at you and shrugged his shoulders.

It was all fun and games until it was his turn.

Just to put the icing on the cake: Jon’s hand lifted up to cup your cheeks, “Say you love being daddy’s baby.” He cooed back causing you to smack your lips and slap his hand away.

Your nerves were still a little rattled as Jon doubled over in laughter.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny; you ready for bed or what? We got a long day ahead of us tomorrow and you’re driving.” You stated, walking past him for bed.

This is going to be the longest four days weekend ever.

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The drive to your childhood home to Orlando FL, wasn’t so bad, three hours into it anyways.

When there was three more hours left to go, you became just a little restless, whining about how cramped your legs were starting to feel.

It went to show how much you really disliked long distant roadtrips.

“You don’t think you can wait another hour? We’re almost there.” Jon tried to negotiate but when he turned to face you and seen the pout on your lips, he let out a tired sigh and looked for the closest exit to stop at the nearest gas station.

You flashed him a cheeky smile, “Who knew you loved me so much?” You teased and he rolled his eyes letting you have this little moment because you guys had three more hours to kill and he’d rather you be in a good mood.

Another pro for stopping at the gas station is the opportunity to restock on snacks. After Jon filled up the tank, you both entered the gas station to look for whatever looked good enough to replenish you guys for the rest of the trip.

You both split ways to look for your favorite road trip snacks: Honey flavored chex mix, gummy worms and sunflower seeds since it was Jon’s preference.

Humming along to the Christmas song playing in the store, you went looking for Jon. Your eyes skimming through the isle looking for the tall idiot until your eyes fall on two figures: a girl laughing and holding herself up on Jon’s arm.

You raised an eyebrow at the scene, the feeling of annoyance swirled around in your stomach.

What the fuck was he doing?

You watched as the girl flash him another smile while fluttering her lashes in a flirting manner, and you couldn’t stop the scoff that left your lips. Your eyes squinted into a glare before an idea flashed in your mind.

It barely fully registered in your mind before you found yourself walking towards the two with the fakest smile on your face, “Babe did you find us some drinks?”

Jon turned to face you, a small smirk on his face cause he had watched you walk up to him.

The jealousy that burned in your eyes was very amusing and very apparent for him to see. If he didn’t know you well enough - he would’ve pushed his limit just a bit to see how far he could take it.

But knowing that they had three hours to kill before reaching Orlando, he’d rather not be in the car with an irritated Y/N, no matter how amusing it was to him.

Little did he know it was a little too late for that.

“Uh.. No, sorry babe. But we could go get it together.” He replied, and without bidding the girl goodbye, he locked arms with you to walk you towards the refrigerated section.

The girl watched with a frown on her face, as you guys walked away from her, and you couldn’t help but turn around to flash her a quick smile - almost taunting her before returning to face Jonathan, with the meanest glare, you could muster.

“I could’ve stayed in the car if you were going to be hot and fresh chasing hoes.” You gritted out once you were out of earshot.

Jon just chuckled softly, shaking his head at you while looking for your favorite drink. “She was just being nice.”

You roll your eyes again, “I’d rather you not insult my intelligence Jon.”

The frown was prominent on your face, and Jon couldn’t help the small smile that seemed almost glued to his face. You were cute he could definitely give you that.

A small chuckle emitted from him again as he walks closer to you to pull you into a hug. “You’re absolutely right princess, Daddy’s sorry.” He cooed, causing you to tense in his arms.

“Jon.” You grit out in a warning tone but he completely disregarded you. He lifted his left hand to tilt your head up to face him, and suddenly the air shifted between the two of you like it did back at your house.

“Jon.” You whispered out this time and he still chose to ignore you, his eyes flickering to your lips instead causing your breath to hitch.

“Jonathan.” You repeated, almost pleading with him and his eyes slowly traced up your face to lock eyes with you.

“You forgive me?” He rasps out; goosebumps littered all over your skin at the deepness of his voice.

“Y/N,” He muttered and you hummed to let him know you heard him. “Do. You. Forgive. Me?”

What in the world were you mad about again?

“Yeah.” You breathed out, hoping Jon with snap out of it, but he still didn’t let go of your chin.

“Good.” Was the only thing he stated before closing the gap between you guys. His lips pressed against yours and just for a second you both forget that this was supposed to be an act.

The butterflies that erupted in both of your stomach’s made the moment even more real for you guys. Your lips locked in a slow kiss, Jon’s hand slid down from your chin to grip behind your neck to keep you in place in deepen the kiss, just a little.

Your heartbeat filled your eardrums as blood rushed to your cheeks. When Jon finally pulled away, he seen how flushed you were, despite your darker skin tone.

He flashed you a small smile, “Was that okay?”

You nodded your head to assure him that it was more than okay. After the two of you finished up buying your snacks, you got in the car with childish grins and giggles slipping through your lips, both of you now in a way better mood than you were not less than 10 minutes ago.

You couldn’t help but secretly thank your mom for the invite to your family Christmas party because you don’t think you would’ve been here otherwise; and even though you’re pretty sure there is a conversation that needs to be had, maybe there was something to finally look forward to this holiday season.

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lee minho x m!reader

angst + breaking up & getting back together + fluff + crying + drunk minho + idol! au

a/n: loved writing this. i love writing for minho. also— s/n = stage name. n/n = nickname. i/n = idol name

the headline reads this— “stray kids rapper s/n seen talking to i/n a lot more recently. ever since their collaboration with their hit song ‘sing to me’ fans have seen them interact every show or-“

minho stops reading. he doesn’t want to read more. his mind is already working, y/n indeed has been interacting with i/n after their collab. he hasn’t seen anything more than their occasional hello’s or respectful bows, but what are these comments saying?

‘s/n definitely fell in love, like who wouldn’t? i/n is BEAUTIFUL!’

‘s/n once again proving he can pull’

‘the behind the scenes of sing to me was so wholesome!’

‘stop they get so gushy around each other! have you seen how she nervously rubs s/n’s arm when they interact?’

minho’s heart is heavy. genuinely, it seems like you’re taking a liking of i/n.

“y/n and i/n?” chan questions when the younger comes to him about his grievance. he literally didn’t know who else to go to. “minho aren’t you doubting y/n’s love for you?

minho scrunches his nose a bit, “i’m not. i’m just saying everyone is seeing things that i’m not sure about.”

chan drops the beat he’s making and spins around to face minho. he sighs discreetly, “have you talked to y/n about this?”

“yes.” he lies.

chan raises a brow, clearly not believing him. minho doesn’t like that, so he stands up and leaves. chan doesn’t bother with him, if minho doesn’t want to talk he won’t. he simply shakes his head and hopes for the best.

the best turns out to be the worst. two days later images and texts start circulating. it’s hard to decipher whether it’s true or not. to minho, the texts sound exactly like y/n. he hears you talk about your management trying to fix this but you’re too calm about it. it eats away at him. even when you pepper him with “reassuring” kisses, even when you call him to tell him about the latest updates. he doesn’t believe that there really isn’t anything between you and i/n. he finds himself looking at those (edited) pictures and he ends up believing that you two look good together.

better than what he and you would ever be.

after months of being at your place, which had become his as well, he moves his things bit by bit. you don’t notice at first, too drained from all the meetings and gatherings management has made you go through. your too tired to love him correctly. too tired to stay awake during a conversation. he feels abandoned.

when the final statement gets out the public, it says this— “we have come to announce that as much as we appreciate the support fans have given s/n, we ask fans to respect the idol’s wishes. he has no dating contract, but chooses to keep to himself and focus on his music career. s/n is willing to let fans know if he ever does have something to announce. until then, all images or content published to harm the idol’s reputation and career will be taken down and seeing foreseeable action….” minho stops reading.

he’s standing in the kitchen. there’s so many things going through his head. it’s been like that these last couple of weeks. why haven’t you talked to him about it? sure, he doesn’t mention it, but why haven’t you said anything to him?

could it be… true?

“hey, baby,” you chirp happily as you walk through the door.

maybe he’s overreacting. he should apologize and move all his things back.

“where were you at?” he asks as he receives the hug from you.

you always smell so good. he loves being engulfed by your cologne as much as by your big, warm hugs- he shoves you off.

“why do you smell like that?” he stares at you.

“huh? like what?” you question, taken aback by his change in mood. you sniff yourself, unsure of what he’s talking about? “do i smell different?”

“you smell like you have expensive perfume on. not cologne. you only wear cologne.”

you blink, perplexed. “uh, well maybe i/n’s perfume clung onto me? i mean we did hug goodbye before leaving the gathering-“

“gathering? what? why were you two at a gathering?”

“our managers just wanted a clear run down-“

“of what? your love lives? because clearly you two have something going on, right!?”

you look around, unsure of what the hell is happening. “what? no! minho what-“

“so you have been meeting up with her! ugh i’m so stupid! i should have known!” he pulls at his hair, frantic, “your the worst! i really hoped it wasn’t true! a-and you come home fucking smelling like her!?”

“minho-“ you try to reach for him but he steps aside and grabs his things— his phone, his wallet and his keys. yet, he throws his keys at you.

“i’m leaving. you and me are done, y/n. i’m clearly not what you want anyway. she’s pretty, famous, everyone sees it! i was just hoping you didn’t.”

his eyes are glassy. he’s going to cry the second he steps outside your apartment. yet, you can’t do anything. he’s not letting you.

he leaves you alone in your apartment, defeated.

abandoned.

“minho? what’s wrong-“ chan doesn’t finish when minho hugs him and bawls his eyes out.

it’s been years since minho had actually cried like this. he can’t believe what he’s hearing either. y/n? cheating? impossible, just yesterday you were telling me about your anniversary plan.

he stays silent though, soothing minho until the younger finishes crying. he won’t pry. he’ll just hope everything gets better….

“she’s a lot better than me, right hyung?” minho’s soft voice asks.

“hm?”

“is that why? because she’s better?” and he cries again, “i hope so…. he always did deserve better.”

“oh minho….” and he’s back to soothing him.

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days pass. minho doesn’t answer your calls. he doesn’t even read your texts (he does, he just removed the send read receipts). he doesn’t come out to see you when you come to the dorms and try to talk to him.

at some point, he hears seungmin say “poor y/n.”

poor? why? clearly your living your best life, with i/n. he’s not in the way for your true love. he’s not a bother anymore. he’s not yours anymore.

“ugh,” he sniffles, wiping his nose. why does he keep crying over you?

well, he does know. he loves you. and reading the new articles of you and i/n making a new track for your upcoming album makes him feel even worse. what does she have that he doesn’t? are you happier with her than what you’ve ever been with him?

the spiraling.

he doesn’t want to deal with it anymore. yet, why does he believe your messages? he’s unsure, uncertainty drives him to drink it away.

jisung’s still at the studio. no one is witness to him leaving and taking a cab to your place. he doesn’t know why he’s going. there aren’t tears pouring down his eyes no more. it’s just a constant yearning for you even in his hazy state. he was in the wrong, wasn’t he?

for what? for seeking you out?

for breaking up with you?

for not telling you how he felt regarding everything?

“minho?”

oh. your voice. it’s just as good as he remembers it.

“baby, why are you crying?” you take his hand, “hey, minho? have you been drinking?”

he shakes his head, you place your other hand on his cheek and eye him. he is drunk, because he leans in for kiss. you accept it.

“come on, let’s get you inside.”

“no! what if she sees me-“

“no one but you and the guys are allowed in here.” you say strictly, knowing he’s drunk. “come in,” you bring him inside, careful because he’s stumbling over his own steps.

you tuck him into the couch. you and minho would always keep blankets in the living room in case you two spontaneously had movie or tv nights. so you take a blanket and put it over him after laying him down, he quickly huddles into the couch, curling in on himself. you know exactly what to do in this situation. you make him something warm, something he also did for you when you would come home drunk after a night with friends.

“n/n,” he calls out to you while you’re lost in your own thoughts in the kitchen.

“yes?” you walk over to him, peering over from behind the couch and looking at him.

he doesn’t notice, but he knows you’re listening. “i’m sorry….”

“for?”

“for thinking you cheated. for everything.” he sniffles.

“oh, baby,” you walk around the couch and squat down before him. his eyes are teary, nose stuffy. you kiss his nose, “i forgive you baby, i know you had your reasons, we didn’t talk about it.”

his bottom lip quivers, “can we sleep together?”

“of course baby, when you wake up…”

“there will be soup?”

you nod, “there will be soup…”

[suhkusa]

The pizzas the two of you ordered were long gone by the time the sun was coming to a set. 

The whole day felt unreal, because if Atsumu was honest, he never thought this day would come. The day where he’d be hanging out with you, alone at that. At least ever since that happened.

Most of the time was spent just chatting and joking around as if the divide in your friendship never occurred. Like he never even distanced himself from you. 

You’re looking at sunset, but his own eyes are caught on you. He’s caught up in his own head that he doesn’t register you turning to meet his eyes.

That’s not what snaps him out of it though, in fact, it’s the words that spill from your mouth.

“Atsumu,” you start, “Why do you do what you do?”

He’s befuddled, “What?” But he knows exactly what you meant.

“I mean like,” your eyes awkwardly wander before setting back on him, “why do you sleep around?”

He’s leaning back on his own hands before he offers, “Haven’t you asked that before?”

“Yeah, but you never gave me a straightforward answer,” you're fidgeting with your hands. Have you always had that habit?

“Oh,” he thinks for a second before continuing, “Well, I guess it’s easy,”

Atsumu thinks for a second that maybe the subject would change after he gave you a simple answer, but you push.

“How? Doesn’t it hurt?” your eyes are full of concern when he looks at you.

“Ah- No… not really. It’s somewhat agreed that it’s not serious by both sides when we do it,” he’s never been asked this before. And he never expected it would be you he’s having this conversation with.

It looks like his words are processing in your mind. “I see, but don’t you ever wish you could just be with one person? I- Well, I mean we’re graduating in a year. It won’t always be this easy,”

Your words hit him. Because yes, of course he’s thought about devoting himself to one person. He’s thought about it ever since he was younger. Days, nights, even in his sleep— that person was always a consuming thought of his. But that one person is out of reach. That’s why he drowns himself and distracts himself from the eternal feeling of never being able to have her. Drowning himself in girls that allow himself to distract his mind and heart from feelings for her.

“I think about it sometimes, but you wouldn’t understand,”

You look at him dead in the eyes, “Hit me,”

Atsumu’s eyebrows scrunch up in concern, what-

“Not literally, oh my god,” you laugh, “like, tell me,”

He internally face palms himself, embarrassing. “Oh, I just want to distract myself,”

“From what? Like volleyball.. or feelings?” his eyes widen a bit at your words.

“Er, I guess maybe feeling? I’m not sure,”

You lean in a bit closer with worried eyes, “Are you depressed?”

“NO,” he’s quick to reply. He laughs as he watches you sigh with relief.

Your head tilts as you think to yourself for a moment. “I think I understand you a little bit,” you look back at the sun, the golden glow hitting your skin perfectly.

The rays of the sun shines past your silhouette, creating a halo around you. You’re gorgeous.

 He’s always thought so. 

There’s a weird feeling in his chest as he admires looks at you.

“Hey,” he jumps at your voice, and then you’re turning around to face him once again, “I always tell you this but I hope you know I’m here for you. If you’re ever going through something, I’m here. Even if you and your brother piss me the fuck off sometimes, I’m here,”

The weird feeling that he thought was new started churning and churning in his chest. And before he knew it, the familiar feeling that he tried so, so hard to get rid of came tumbling back into his heart.  

Fuck, it’s coming back.

Atsumu simply nods at your words, and you smile before you keep talking.

“I missed this. When we would just hangout for the fuck of it. When we’d hang out because it just felt natural,” you pause, “but we’re missing Osamu, huh?”

“Yeah,” 

“We should hang out more when you’re not doing stuff.. or doing girls,” the last part is mumbled but he still hears it. He nudges you before the two of you laugh.

Atsumu is scared because this was what he was trying to avoid all this time. It wasn’t you, yourself. It was the effect you had on him. And the past couple of years of his poor attempt to get rid of his feelings for you had been tossed down the drain all because of this one day spent with you. 

If only you knew the effect of just being in your presence had on him.

BOTH AIN’T SH!T — DROWN TO DISTRACT

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NOTES.

sorry this was very dialogue heavy

things will be explained in due time :0

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[binothesteptrashcan]

Ok it’s ranking Fives time and I’ve definitely forgotten a couple but now they’re all dead anyway so whatever also Season 4 Spoiler Warning

1.Brisket Five- Iconic. Apparently always wrecking shit for the other Fives and seems to take pride in it. I feel like he was the one who created the commission bc he just has that aura of I Want to Cause Problems. Wish we got a full episode on him and why he’s named Brisket Five and the other shit he wrecked instead of ep 5.

2. Apocalypse Five- I mean he tried to kill Homewrecker Five what more could you want in a man. Only second because he missed.

3.News Paper Five- Great with numbers even by Five standards. Opens up questions about the news paper itself like what timeline is it from? Is it a Five produced newspaper? He is in a timeless zone why is he reading a newspaper? Is it just for the crossword/sudoku? It’s probably just for the crossword/sudoku.

4.Drunk Five- me too buddy me too. Presumably got kicked out of the deli/diner/whatever it was and I hope it was because he saw Homewrecker Five coming and was preparing to get rid of the lowest common denominator.

5.Waiter Five- I don’t trust him no real Five would ever work customer service willingly there’s something else going on but he also serves Homewrecker Five a sandwich without enough sauerkraut and sucky coffee so points for that.

6.Booth Five- Boring. Bland. Might as well be Shitty Exposition Five and his only redeeming quality is that I must assume he was trying to motivate Homewrecker Five by telling him to give up so he would do the opposite and save everyone which clearly backfired.

7.Literally Any Other Five I’ve Missed- idk like Old Man/Technically Mentally Younger Five from seasons past or Baby Five or Pre-Time Travel Five you get the picture.

8. Homewrecker Five- Last and certainly Least what the fuck dude. Why are you like that. Why did you give up on your family your entire life has been about getting back to them and keeping them safe like you didn’t even try? Also why not go get Delores????? why did you not tell Lila about the way home immediately????? What the fuck is wrong with you????? Why are you working for the CIA and how did you not notice your boss was in a fucking cult he had a tattoo????? Fully convinced Five from seasons 1-3 was actually either Brisket Five or Waiter Five and he got fucked over by some cosmic entity and is being forced to work customer service and is currently biding his time before he goes and saves his family for realsies.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

[luvhughes43]

tuition payments | hughes!sister

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request: hi!! i love your work and would like to know if you could do hughes brother x younger hughes sister as the reader, who is short money to go to college and is afraid to ask her brothers first help hut once they find out they help her out?

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with your parents' new jobs, they were off the grid for awhile while they tended to their clients and hockey prospects. you knew that in advance, which is why your parents had paid for your tuition before their schedules became busy. so when you got an email on monday saying your tuition was overdue, you were shocked to say the least. 

there was $3 000 pending in your account, which meant your scholarship hadn’t gotten cleared again. you emailed your school back immediately, asking about the money and if your credit could be used, but you didn’t get a reply. all you received were multiple OVERDUE messages, each promising to add more money as a late fee to your already high balance. 

you didn’t have enough money in your savings or chequings account to cover the remaining balance, and so you hastily picked up shifts hoping you could make enough to cover the costs. your friends downright asked why you couldn’t just ask your brothers for the money - and in truth you could, but it just felt wrong. you felt so bad for being dependant on everyone in your family, so if you could help it you would work for the tuition money.

you had almost saved enough when you got the email that your payment had gone through. you sighed in relief, thinking your credit went through but when you checked the app you saw that the remaining balance was paid via card. 

you didn’t have a second to think before a call from quinn lit up your phone. 

“hey quinny?” 

“why didn’t you tell me about your tuition?” he asks, getting straight to the point. 

“how do you know about that?” “dad told me before he went on his work trip to check your accounts and make sure everything was paid,” quinn states simply, and you wonder briefly how quinn even got into your school account before realizing your parents have your passwords. 

“oh…”

“why wouldn’t you tell us you had tuition due?” your brother asks again, this time his voice full of confusion. “like, we could’ve handled this sooner. at least you don't have any of the stupid fees,” he trails off. 

“i just,” you pause, feeling that your reasoning was stupid now that you were about to vocalize it. “i feel like i'm so dependent on you guys. i picked up a few shifts to try and make the money up but it just didn’t happen,” you sigh. 

quinns quiet on the phone and you shift uncomfortably. “you know we don’t care right?” 

“i care!” you huff before putting the call on speaker and laying down on your dorm bed. 

“i’m a millionaire,” quinn states simply. “your schooling is important. you’re not working full-time so you can focus on your studies” 

“i know but i still feel bad…”

quinn sighs, “literally don’t worry about it. nobody feels like you're dependent. you're a university student it’s normal to need help,” 

“okay…” your voice is quiet, and you feel a pang of guilt hit your chest. sometimes you just wish that you didn’t have to ask your brothers or parents for help. 

“i love you y/nny, if you need anything just call” 

“i love you too,” you reply. the siblings stay on the call for a few more minutes, just debriefing on life and the daily dramas. you always know, despite how guilty you may feel, that you’ll always have your brothers if you need help.

[tzurelles]

stunning ✦ kim minji

pairing kim minji x f!reader oneshot genre : fluff !!!!!! clara’s note ✦ hi um this is my first written fic so ik its not that good 😣 not proofread sowry feedbacks and reblogs really appreciated!! :3

you were going to combust with curiosity.

since your girlfriend, minji, had told you about a seemingly massive birthday surprise she had for you, not a day passed without you bugging her for answers. questions such as “will you tell me if i buy you nayeon’s album?” and “ when will you tell me " were quite frequent in you vocabulary as you clinged on to minji, tormenting her with endless questions and acting exaggeratedly cute to convince your ever so patient girlfriend (she acted annoyed but she really did find you adorable 🥹) 

two weeks before your birthday, minji was nowhere to be seen- quite literally. you barely saw her in the morning before she used her alternating excuses of having to do errands or volunteering to help her younger sister with her math exam which you didnt believe in the slightest ( she sucked at math 😭)

but as the loving girlfriend she is, she never forgot to kiss you before she left or prepare breakfast for you to eat when you wake up with a small note labelled “ xo, minji 💋” which always brought a smile to your face. she really did feel bad about not spending quality time with her girlfriend, but she always assured you that it was completely worth it.

since she was busy, you always distracted yourself by doing what you loved most- swimming in your local pool. you adored swimming since you were young. as you grew up by the coast, you always loved swimming in deep waters and watching the ocean’s waves move back and forth endlessly. if you were having a bad day, swimming was the way to go.

on the day of your birthday, you woke up almost shaking with excitement as you wore your pleated summer dress with its designated jewellery and makeup style which you picked from pinterest, hurrying out of the house and picking up your phone to reply to all your birthday wishes.

minji opened the car door for you, bowing to you as if you were some princess. you chuckled, pecking her cheek as she started driving to the place your mystery present awaited you. 

you blushed as she put her arm around your shoulder, inhaling her dreamy perfume as she carefully hid your vision with her hand, guiding you slowly along a path.

“minji?” you muttered quietly, making sure she was still there as you walked along 

“im here, bae “ she replied back with her cheerful voice , reassuring you with a swueeze to the shoulder.

as you walked along, you could smell the homey familiar scent of the sea becoming nearer and nearer. minji suddenly let go of your shoulder and positioned herself in front of you. “y/n! ” she called out to you in excitement, “you can open your eyes now, cutie!” she exclaimed.

as you slowly opened your eyes and adjusted to the lighting of the area, your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as your eyes were wide open in astonishment. “you did this for me..?” you muttered with emotion, trailing off at the end of your sentence as you taller girlfriend placed her head on yours, hugging you tight as you stared at the gift in complete shock.

she had fixed your old mini boat you used to spend loads of time in, polished it and painted it your favourite (specific ☝️) shade of deep crimson, with small white flowers patterned across the ocean of red. all your friends who helped smiled lovingly, giving you the chance to explore it hand in hand with your girlfriend. 

“look at the view… oh its stunning…i love you so much ” you whispered dreamily, resting you head on minji’s shoulder. “you’re the stunning one, and i love you the most!!” she replied with a soft smile, chuckling and weaving her fingers through your hair.

“we should call the boat stunning then,” you remarked, blushing and looking at minji with a shy smile

“stunning it is then”