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zouofzouey · 1 year ago
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The Ugly Laugh (Or lack thereof) JJK x Fem!Reader
Is anyone self-conscious of their laugh?
I'm writing this for a friend whose boyfriend told them to cover their mouth when they smile and laugh. I told him to throw the whole boyfriend out. We'll see if that happens. Luv u, Rae.
Featuring; Yuji
(I couldn't think of any fun names to call him today)
Also... it's been a while since I've posted... my bad. Uh, please take this stupid fluff as an apology.
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Yuji Itadori
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Ah yes, a calm Saturday morning
You, Yuji, and a movie fit for the trash bin
It was a horrible horror movie you found at a 90% markdown at some random Walmart just down the street from your apartment.
Yuji was sitting next to you, one arm slung across your shoulder with his other cradling the bowl of popcorn you had made only 30 minutes ago.
"This is the stupidest movie we've seen in a while..."
"It is pretty lame." Yuji laughed at the scene where the girl was being "brutally" murdered, "The fake blood is looking extra fake, huh?"
You smiled, "How can it look extra fake? That implies that there's a certain level of fake that it's going beyond."
"Huh?"
"Never mind, silly."
You took a bite of popcorn and almost choked when there was some sort of egregious CGI monster on the screen.
You started to laugh so hard that you were choking for air. Your hand covered your face while doing so.
"Don't do that! You'll only choke harder!"
Yuji put the bowl to the side and held both of your shoulders.
"If you actually choke on popcorn I don't know how to the the heim... heilm... THE NOT CHOKY MANEUVER!"
That only made you laugh harder.
When the laughter died down you wiped a tear from your eye and stared at him with a glum expression.
"Sorry, Yuji, I know my laugh is kinda ugly... I didn't mean to make you sit through that for-" You looked at the clock, "-3 minutes... my bad."
He stared at you for a moment, his face void of expression.
"Uh... Yuji?"
All of a sudden, he grabbed the sides of your face and got a determined look in his eyes.
"Who told you your laugh was ugly?"
"H-huh?"
"Who told you? Was it an ex-boyfriend? An old friend? A-"
"Yuji, chill! No one has ever said that to me... I just... don't like the sound of my laugh..."
He stared for another moment, much longer than the last
His thumbs reached to the sides of your mouth, squishing your face until the corners of your mouth were a bit higher.
"See? Your smile's pretty! And you laugh like an angel!"
"A biblically accurate angel or...?"
He froze with a shocked look on his features. He started to wave his hands around widely.
"That's not what I meant! Your laugh is nice! And cute! As cute as a donkey!"
When he realized what he had said, he shouted, "DONKEYS ARE CUTE! They're loyal like you are! And... and..."
Yuji sighed and pressed his face into your shoulder, "I... I'm sorry... I'm not good at this."
You couldn't hold it any longer, you laughed.
He jolted up when your shoulders started to shake.
"I-i'm- sorry... for laughing but..." Between fits of laughter, you took hold of his hand. "But you're so funny sometimes."
Time stilled, with you tracing imaginary lines into his palm, "That's what I like about you... you always make me smile... and you don't judge that smile..."
"You're great..." Your voice drifted off like your thoughts.
You glance up at his beaming face. Yuji gave a big grin and laughed, "You're greater."
A faint grin slipped its way onto your mouth, "You're the greatest."
"You're the greatester."
"That's not a word, Yuji."
"Well, I'll make it a word!"
"And what authority do you have on making words?"
"I dunno."
Sigh...
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saeun · 1 year ago
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"let me introduce you to—" satoru stops, sneaking his foot under the changing room's curtain. "the best shirt you've ever seen!"
aggressively shoving the curtain aside, he stands with two hands on his hip, showing off the excellent yellow polkadot and kiwi-patterned shirt. to satoru, he scored the entire gold mine. to you, it's the ugliest shirt that's ever been in your vision.
not wanting to burst his bubble, you lie through your teeth, "it's wonderful. i love it!"
"what a terrible liar," he pouts, knowing that you're standing there lying to his face.
"i'm not lying! seriously, i love your... pretty shirt!" you lied again.
satoru puts his hands down, sighing as he unbuttoned his shirt. "i know, i know. not everyone understands art."
you looked at him with squinted eyes. quick to attack him, you reply, "don't push it, kiwi galore."
moving his fingers to mimic talking, he exits the changing room, holding dearly onto his beloved shirt. only god knows what its destiny's going to be if it ends up in your palms. many times he's brought home matching versions of the ugly shirts and many times its female matching pair went missing.
"one day i'm gonna replace your closet with my shirts and you'll end up learning to appreciate REAL art," emphasizing on his words, satoru focuses on retrieving his card to pay for the items.
accepting his card with a "thanks," you placed all items on the counter, ignoring his presence.
"would you want separate bags or all together?" the cashier asks.
"all together, please," you replied.
"wait," satoru intervenes. "can you put my shirts separate?"
you shot a glare at him, knowing he's going to repeat the same "real art" sentences again.
"i want my real art pieces away from the modern day simplicity." and so he proves your statements to be true.
"satoru, those ugly shirts aren't from the renaissance artworks."
"well they are now! you're just jealous."
you sighed again, looking back at the cashier with an apologetic face.
"don't worry, it's no problem," the cashier reassures you. "i also think the shirts are true art."
"please don't encourage his behaviour—"
"real people recognizes real art," satoru cuts you off, extending one arm to wipe his tears as the other shakes the cashier's.
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mossterunderthebed · 2 months ago
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camaroncito · 1 year ago
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i wanna smoke a blunt with this specific version of him
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tariah23 · 4 months ago
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I always feel bad whenever ppl qrt artists to complain about how they drew something (mainly if it’s harmless) and it goes viral so ppl just start piling onto their shit like crazy to the point of harassment. It’s not that hard to simply ignore it if you don’t like itsjsjs…
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1eos · 2 years ago
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I've seen the fanart of Geto and when a game I played had a JJK collab I saw him for the first time and thought "he looks like he eat toenails"
asks that kill you
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broadway-aradia · 6 months ago
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night one was the best night!
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otakon night one ✔️
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saerotonins · 1 year ago
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biggest scandals they have faced
ft. actor!nanami kento, fushiguro toji x wife!reader (separated) 
content warnings: fluff, light angst, jjk actor au, celebrity issues, cheating allegations, divorce allegations, none of them are true, misogyny, mentions of infertility, just cruel stuff based on the issues i see online, slightly suggestive (making out), toji and wife call each other "ma" and "pa", mentions/hinting of sex, internet trolls, horrible people online, pls don't read if these issues are triggering to you, shitty article names lol
wc: 2052
note: this got too long, will do other parts for the other actors instead <33 happy holidays, everyone!
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NANAMI KENTO:
Jujutsu Kaisen Star Nanami Kento Facing Trouble in Paradise: Leads to Divorce
to say he was irritated when he saw the headlines from the tabloids was an understatement, he is beyond livid. but the comments just made everything worse.
user_1: wow aren't they married for years already? maybe his wife can't conceive any babies? LOL
user_2: must be, or maybe nanami's just realized his wife is just using him for his actor money 
user_3: the wife doesn't know to make a sandwich i fear 
user_4: maybe he got tired of his wife's ugly face, no wonder he hides it from the internet hahaha
kento doesn't give a fuck if people were dragging his name left and right but god forbid it involves you, his loving wife who has been nothing but utterly supportive of his career. for someone who stuck by his side for years, it angers him that people immediately assume that you were the problem. he knows the news isn't true, he literally just cuddled with you last night, so to say that you were getting a divorce almost makes him laugh if it weren't how stupid this situation is. 
when his manager informed him about the situation, he immediately cancelled every schedule that he has for today, he will call the lawyers to settle this later but for now, his main focus is you. 
you are someone who is used to the privacy of your own space which is why you opted to keep your face off his socials and remain anonymous to the eyes of his fans. kento hates it that your peace is getting disturbed due to his stardom, so he is willing to drop everything just to go home to you and comfort you. no one knows who you really are but the way it made people talk like they do, makes him angry. no way his wife is going to be disrespected like this.
the moment kento opens the door the your shared home, he's panting, sweat evident in his forehead and worry present in his eyes as he looks at you across the living room, sitting on the couch with your phone in your hands. 
"shit," he thought, he knows you already saw the news, and worse the comments. he can tell just by your body language. your eyes sunken in sadness and your lips form a frown. he doesn't see it but he knows your heart is breaking too.
"honey," kento breathes out as he walks towards you. he knows you heard him, but you stay in your position, disbelief flooding your senses. suddenly, you came back to reality when you feel kento's warm embrace, his large and quick hands getting rid of your phone before placing it on your head and immediately feeling his chest against your head.
his breathing his ragged, unstable deep breaths as he tells you, "it's gonna be okay," and a thousand apologies to go with it. you nod instead, finding yourself difficult to talk. you opt to rub onto his arm, a silent reply to his comforting and kento seems to understand your gesture. he then kisses the crown of your head as he pulls you tighter in his embrace.
"am i holding you back, kento?" you asked, your voice quite muffled as you speak through his button down blouse.
"oh god, darling you will never hold me back, if anything, you keep me moving. don't listen to them, alright? i'm happy and contented to where we are right now, don't worry about it." he lets go of the embrace and cups your face with both of his hands. he looks at you with loving eyes as he brushes your lower lip with his thumb. you close your eyes as he leaned closer, then you finally felt his lips against yours. he gives a peck, another, and then a third one before he crashes his lips onto you for the last time as he takes his time to explore your mouth.
kento knows a lot of ways to apologize, and this is one of them. he is gentle, but his love is loud as he allows his tongue clash against yours, the wet squelch filling up the room as he allows himself to be drunk with your lips.
when kento lets go, his breathing is heavy but satisfied. "i'll take care of everything from then on, okay?" he says as he caresses your face and a smile creeps to his face when you lean towards his touch with a nod. "will you be releasing a statement?" you ask.
"yeah, i'll contact our lawyer about it and then we'll see what we can do." his answer earned a curt nod from you. kento noticed pursed your lips, obviously thinking about something.
"are you still bothered by the comments?"
"no, i mean, i'm a bit upset about how people were talking about me online but i'm just curious as to where all this came from." 
"hmm, yeah, we'll take care of that too, for now, just rest your pretty mind and always remember that i will never leave you. that okay?" his gentle voice makes your heart feel full, and that's you know that your husband will always be at your beck and call. "yeah." you answered as you give his lips a quick peck, "i love you," you added.
"i love you too."
not a even a day later, the JJK LABEL had released a statement and an article regarding the fake news that had surfaced.
Nanami Kento Slams Fake Divorce Article: "Don't project your problems in your love life through me and my wife."
"the article itself and the comments are horrible and people are stupid enough to believe something that came from a tabloid known to release fake news. maybe this just tells about how gullible and stupid people are for believing groundless rumors and not my relationship." the artist stated.
"to everyone involved in the release of this article, we will see you on court and i hope you have any evidence about your claim. to the people who threw disgusting comments about my wife, please worry how alone you are instead of snooping around our relationship." he adds.
that day, kento's fanbase rejoice as the tabloids finally got their karma when it was reported that their company was finally shut down.
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FUSHIGURO TOJI:
it was a normal day in the fushiguro household until megumi bursts in through the door with a loud and resounding—
"dad, what the fuck?" 
"megumi, language, please!" you warned him.
your word goes through megumi's ears and went to his dad who is currently lounging in the living room reading his script. he paid his son's words no mind and gave him a raised eyebrow, urging him to continue.
"your name is all over tabloids because of a forum post. look," megumi says as he faces his phone screen to toji's face. to say that he's horrified to what he just saw is an understatement. so, with a worry mind, you go behind toji's lounging chair and read what's on the screen.
Acting Veteran 'T' Caught in An Affair! 
At the night of Tuesday, Actor 'T' is caught leaving a hotel with a seemingly younger woman clinging on his arms. The two are being lovey-dovey in their Shibuya rendezvous. Actor 'T' is currently married with a child which makes everything even more scandalous. What would actor 'T'’s wife and child think about this? Seems like the man really took a liking towards sneaking away with younger women.
Actor 'T'’s identity will be released by [MM/DD/YY] so stay tuned! For now, let us know your thoughts below.
user_1: actor veteran and the code is T? must be toji then?
user_2: this is definitely toji lmfao he looks like someone who would fool a younger woman
user_3: his wife must be so rusty now so he's running to the younglings LOL
user_4: respect for having the balls to cheat on his wife after this long, ik his ass is itching
user_5: @user_4 LMFAO should've done it sooner! bet he doesn't want to pay child support so he's staying 😂
user_6: NOOOO the GOAT got caught damn we were rooting for u 👑
"what the fuck?" both you and toji's voice were erupting in the whole room. out of shock? anger? rage? megumi is not sure but there is one thing he's sure of, both of you are being scary right now and the red in both of you and husband's eyes are almost showing due to the high range of emotions you were both feeling right now.
despite knowing that toji is utterly in love with you and he was actually with you that day, it scares him that his father is facing this kind of scandal. people are horrible out there trying to ruin his father's career that he worked hard on and this is the proof.
toji might be used to having false rumors spread about him all over the years he is in the acting industry, but what he can't take is people talking shit about his wife and thinking less about her. the comments that he just read just woke up the rage inside of him.
"mom?" megumi had called you since it's been minutes when you had gone quiet. the sight before him broke his heart. 
your eyes are trying not to let your tears fall, but the comments are too hurtful to ignore, too cruel to set aside. even though you know that it's covered with a codename (barely), you exactly know it's your husband that they are talking about. you're hurt about the comments but you're most scared of your husband's career coming to a screeching halt.
you suddenly feel your husband hug you so tight and you let it all out. his shirt might get damped but toji doesn't care, comforting his wife comes first. he then tells megumi, "call our lawyer, tell him what we just saw, they'll know what to do," megumi frantically nods and gets out of the house to do what toji had said.
"come on, ma, let's go and get some rest." toji had urged you to go with him.
"pa, this is so ridiculous, i know you know how to deal with these but this is just too much, they're targeting our family now." the sadness in your voice and the tears that flow through face break toji's heart. you don't deserve this. these assholes needed to be taught a lesson, and he knows he won't be nice about it. "i'll take care of this, 'kay? i love you and megs so much, angel."
toji's voice somehow calmed your senses and you let yourself cry in his arms until you're left with no tears. "i'm sorry, i'm too old to cry like this." you said as you try to wipe the remnants of your tears from your face.
"no one's too old to cry, darling," toji coos, glad that you're finally able to calm down, and caresses the back of your head. then, a sly smirk forms on his lips, "you know what else we're not too old for?" 
genuinely curious, you look up to him, "what?" you asked. 
toji leaned down and whispered, "another child, think we can give megumi a sibling?" and gave you a mischievous look.
"toji!" you exclaimed as you smack his chest, flustered of his words. 
"gross, get a room, and is now really the time for this?" you suddenly let go of yourself from toji's grasp the moment you heard megumi back in the living room. toji chuckled, "i got it all covered, both of you rest up and i will deal with all of this." toji walked towards where megumi is standing and gives his head a gentle pat, "no one's gonna ruin us, alright?" 
the conviction in toji's voice made it clear to both of you and megumi that he already has a plan in mind, and you trust him enough to believe him. he has never let the both of you down, after all.
the next day, news break out the the person who posted the rumor on the online forum is caught with other criminal charges aside from the defamation he just attempted to do. the horrible comments also seem to magically disappear.
Fushiguro Toji Busts Down Anonymous User, Other Criminal Charges Involved
"I hope this serves as a lesson to everyone else. I'm not backing down until everyone gets what they deserve for ruining the names of the people I care about. I will not let go until every single horrible person who rises their tongue against my family is punished." Toji stated.
"Be careful what you read and comment online, please don't forget that the people you talk about are not just subjects, but real human beings." The veteran actor added.
the fake news spreader should have really known not to deal with a veteran who is powerful enough to protect the people he cherishes.
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edit: i just noticed that i wasn't able to add the ending to toji's part 😭 my apologies, i fixed it now!
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reignpage · 3 months ago
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Hi!! If you have the time- how would the jjk guys react to the reader giving them the silent treatment?
I hope you're having a wonderful day!
Gojo:
Would try to make you laugh at first When that doesn't work and he notices you're just getting more irritated, he'd start bribing you Buys you flowers, handbags, dresses, jewellery you name it If you're still silent, then he'll go deadly serious Would confront you in the dark, sitting on the sofa like he's been waiting for hours 'Is there nothing I can do? Are we done for good? Are you leaving me too?'
Geto:
Gets snarky Two can play that game He's not the calm and patient guy everyone thinks he is He just reacts in subtle ways Makes passive-aggressive comments But eventually will get tired, sighs and just asks you straight up what he did wrong 'Alright, what happened? Let me inside that head of yours.'
Choso:
Keeps asking you what's wrong Gets really sad and depressed Very much kicked puppy vibes Just follows you around everywhere Until you crack 'I didn't know what I did but I'm sorry. Please talk to me? I'm scared'
Toji:
LOL LMFAO ROFL This man would be soooo annoying He'd be smug as hell at first Says shit like 'It's nice to have peace and quiet here' 'You should get mad at me more often ma' BUT eventually realising you're not gonna crack He'll start to get nervous Starts cleaning up after himself Double checks to make sure the trash is out, he hasn't left any dishes in the sink, didn't miss any appointments or anniversaries etc etc Would send Megumi in to get a feel for your mood 'make yourself extra cute kid' 'ask her why she isn't speaking to me. no don't tell her I told you to. whose side are you on?'
Nanami:
Would ask you immediately if there's something wrong Is so mature and healthy it's irritating 'please communicate with me, darling. I can't apologise and fix whatever I ruined if you don't talk to me.' Eventually, he'll give you space But then you'll start feeling really bad because he'll assume that you hate him or something Like, he'll start buying sandwiches to take to work cause he thinks you won't make lunch for him like normal or sleeps on the couch eats dinner and watches shows by himself so you cave first and the smile he gives you is so worth it
Sukuna:
Doesn't notice a thing at first He isn't the type to be clingy, he's not the affectionate one, he mostly returns it So there'll just be a period of silence Until he begins to feel your absence in which case he'll seek you out and then becomes the clingy one 'it is a pleasant day out, would you care to join me for a stroll? gets sooo offended if you don't say anything 'no? would you prefer to stroll with someone else? tell me who and they will be killed. in fact, continue to remain in silence and everyone will be killed.'
Yuji:
Confused :0 asks Nobara for advice 'you're a girl, she's a girl. so tell me what's going on' 'is it the time of the month?' uses loads of different tricks to make you break performs dances and skits gets Gojo involved tries to get Megumi involved (no chance) he's so stupid you just have to cave and explain he's an idiot and he'll nod happily
Megumi:
yeahhhhhh you'll be having a silent off for days and weeks you'll both continue to co-exist in silence it's just not smart
Inumaki:
annoying as hell texts you shit like: 'when she copies you' 'ho is u good?' 'can you be original at least?' when that doesn't work he'll break into your social media or gaming accounts right in front of you and threatens to release a post pretending to be you like 'you know, hitler wasn't that bad' or an ugly picture of you then you'll have to cave and he gets so caught up in the victory, he'll accidentally post it yep, he's a dead man walking
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pseudowho · 1 year ago
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Defending Your Honour
A series in which the JJK guys stick-it to the creeps and perverts bothering the reader.
A multi-fic in a series ❤️🫖☕
Part 1 (Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, and Todo Aoi) link here!
Part 2 (Higuruma Hiromi, Ino Takuma and Itadori Yuuji) link here!
More JJK men and women to come
Trigger Warning: unsolicited dick pics, upskirting, catcalling, threatened sexual assault/reader followed into bathroom
Gojo Satoru
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"Baaaaabe," Satoru whinged from the sofa, at the exact pitch required to set your eyes rolling. You walked back to him, blushing as you felt his eyes roll languidly up and down your bare legs beneath his oversized t-shirt.
Plopping the popcorn bowl down, you sat on the sofa beside him, lazily draping your legs over his lap, tilting your head inquisitively towards him as he teased his long fingers over your thighs. He felt you look at him questioningly, and smirked.
"Nothin'," he shot, "s'too late. Was gonna ask you what movie you wanted, but you're too late. I picked already."
"Oh, really?" You teased, swirling a finger on his pecs, "And what did you choose?"
"Only the cult-classic noughties Anne Hathaway gem...the Princess Diaries. Two." You clapped, squealing with genuine delight as Satoru laughed, pulling you closer onto his lap by the legs.
The movie rolled, and you cuddled under Satoru's arm, taking turns, giggling as you fed each other popcorn. Your phone buzzed, once. You ignored it. Your phone buzzed, again. You ignored it. It buzzed again-- again-- again--
"Someone's popular tonight," Satoru teased, "you wanna get that?" You squirmed uncomfortably under his arm, your lip curled in disgust.
"No, just leave it. Nothing to worry about." Satoru raised an unconvinced eyebrow, but tucked you closer, deliberately missing your mouth with the next piece of popcorn he offered you, shoving it at a nostril instead. You laughed, batting him away.
A few minutes passed, and the incessant buzzing of your phone began again. Satoru felt you tense under his arm. He sat forward, pausing the movie and turning to you.
"Look, you know I won't push for an answer, but...is everything alright?" You turned away from him, lips curled up again, upset.
"This guy from work..." you started guiltily, fidgeting, "...he just keeps messaging me. Won't leave me alone, I-- I've been ignoring him for weeks." Satoru's face pinched in pain and concern. He reached out a hand, threading his fingers through yours.
"Babe...you could have told me." You shrugged, eyes tearing up now. You reached out for your phone, unlocking it.
"I didn't want you to think it was my faul--" you cried out in disgust, dropping your phone into your lap with a jolt, sniffling, face crumpling, "--I'm so sick of this, Satoru."
Satoru slowly reached a hand out to your phone, hesitating for you to stop him. You shook your head tearfully, gesturing loosely at your phone for him to take it.
Satoru's face morphed into something ugly as he scrolled through photo after photo of another man's penis, sometimes flaccid, sometimes hard, held in his hand, covered in cum, in different lighting, at different angles--
"This," Satoru spat, "is not your fault. None of it is." Satoru dropped your phone on the coffee table, turning fully to you again, "Do you know where this guy lives?"
You frowned at Satoru, nodding slowly, considering; "What...are you going to do?"
Satoru's lips quirked at the edges into a dirty little smile; "Nothing for you to worry about. Don't sweat it. I'm the strongest. You know it."
An hour or so later, the owner of the unwanted penis stepped into his apartment, still buzzing after sending you so many good photos, and from the office no less, it was so filthy, so naughty, he just, just knew you'd love it--
"Hey there, guy. I've been waiting for you."
Grabbed bodily by this unreasonably strong, tall, white-haired man, your assailant cried out in terrified indignation as Satoru threw him onto his sofa. Satoru sat on the coffee table opposite him, eyes covered by a black blindfold, spidery legs spread and blocking the man's exit.
"Unlock your phone," Satoru commanded, sounding almost cheerful. The man glared, snarling.
"I'm not unlocking my fucking phone--"
"Unlock your phone," Satoru ordered again, now cold, methodically dangerous, "now."
The assailant reached for his phone with a trembling hand, unlocking it. Satoru held out his own hand expectantly. The man hesitated. Satoru clapped his fingers against his palm, in a display of impatience. Begrudgingly, the man handed over his phone to Satoru, who hummed as he flicked through the disgusting messages the man had been sending you.
"You know," Satoru said conversationally, his words sending shivers of fear up the man's spine, "I kill monsters for a living...did you know that? Probably not." Satoru sucked his teeth, preparing a multi-participant messaging list on the man's phone.
"Got any sisters? Brothers?" Satoru inquired. The man nodded, uncertain. Satoru smiled, as if delighted by the man's cooperation, "Names?"
Shakily, the man reeled off their names, his stomach sinking lower and lower as Satoru asked for more names-- his boss, his best friend, his best friend's wife, his solicitor...
With a happy sigh of finality, Satoru clapped his hands together, throwing the phone back onto the sofa.
"Hope they like your photos, anyway," Satoru chirped to the man, who stared at his frantically buzzing phone as if it were an unexploded bomb, "no takey-backsies!"
Satoru stood, walking to the front door. He paused, turning back slowly, the very air within the flat seeming to crush in around the man with some inconceivable force.
"And if you ever go near my girl again," Satoru offered, calculating, menacing, "the next monster I'll kill is you."
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Megumi and Nobara
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"She doesn't want to go to the book shop with you, she wants to come with me, there's this dress I think she'll look really cute in--"
"--she's my girlfriend Kugisaki!" Megumi snapped, tugging your hand in his so they sat flush against his thigh. You hummed, pretending to consider your options.
"I dunno Megs...if the dress is cute enough, maybe I'll be Nobara's girlfriend instead." Megumi spun to you, appalled, and you laughed as he and Nobara bickered with each other on the way to the escalator.
Ginza was busy, buzzing with the animated, vibrant ebb and flow of the wealthy, and the excitable tourists, and the perfectly-coiffed fashionistas. You, Megumi and Nobara tumbled through the crowd, being reshuffled by the constant bump of passers-by, and you ended up entering the escalator two people ahead of them.
Leaning round to shoot them an apologetic smile, you saw Megumi and Nobara remained embroiled in their sibling-ish argument. You rolled your eyes, facing forward, eyes up to the twinkling lights of the shopping centre.
You thought very little of the twitching of the back of your skirt, so close was the crowd. You heard a cough behind you, loud, barking. You heard another cough, and another, and another.
"Hey-- hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" You tried to turn at the sound of Nobara's voice, but failed, shoulders bracketed by the press of the crowd.
"Megumi-- that piece of shit took photos up your girlfriend's skirt! He's covering up the camera noise with coughs!"
"Bastard!"
You cried out as you were shoved forwards, your fingers cracking painfully against the metal of the escalator, and a man in a baseball cap forced his way past you, phone in hand. Nobara and Megumi shouted, in pursuit, Megumi pulling you to your feet as the crowd decompressed at the top of the escalator.
You were confused, humiliated and all turned-around as you staggered at the top of the escalator. Pitying eyes glazed over you in passing, the flow of people giving you a wide berth. You blushed, and clutched the hem of your skirt, feeling so exposed, pulling down the hem at the back.
Megumi had stumbled ahead in chase, but turned back and grasped your hand, his eyes beseeching you to chase with him. Nobara tore off ahead, rounding a corner. You nodded, sniffling, and Megumi raised your clasped hands to his face, pressing a kiss to your palm.
You sprinted together after Nobara and found her pinning the capped man against a wall, effortlessly gripping the front of his hoodie while he squirmed. She was going through his phone, lips twisted in distaste at the intimate photographs he had taken of you.
Megumi approached, fists clenching and unclenching, his nose scrunched in disgust. Nobara held the phone close to her chest, eyeing him inquisitively. Megumi shot you a sideways glance, and shook his head at Nobara.
"Save them for the cops," he snapped, "but for now..." Megumi turned to you; "What do you want to do with this bastard?"
Your lip trembled, and you bit it between your teeth to still it. You felt violated, furiously vengeful.
"I think," you shook out, "we should find this guy a skirt." With matching satisfied, wicked smiles, Megumi and Nobara rounded on your assailant.
The sales assistants manning the changing rooms did not dare approach the scene that was unfolding behind the curtains, some time later. While the capped man frantically sobbed, his knobbly-kneed hairy legs woefully exposed by the cute miniskirt he wore, Megumi kept him arm-locked against the wall, endlessly berating and insulting him, while Nobara knelt, taking miserably unflattering photos of his taint under the hem of his skirt.
You stood back, grimly satisfied as your assailant wept his apologies. As you wiped away tears of mirth, Megumi paused in his bullying for just a moment, to smile at you, eyes soft, warm, full of sincere adoration.
You mused to yourself as Nobara slapped the back of the man's thigh, making him shriek; it's not strictly morally just, you thought to yourself, but I don't strictly care.
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You found yourself so nervous, the first 'first date' you had had in quite some time. Your date, Inumaki, seemed equally unsure, but rolled with a quiet mischievous confidence that sent butterflies through your tummy.
You had approached him, your outfit suddenly seeming so overdone compared to his hoodie and jeans, and you opened your mouth to apologise for being overdressed. The words stopped in your throat as Inumaki's eyes glimmered with joy, and he gestured up and down your body with one finger, before clasping his hands over his heart and tipping his head back towards the sky.
You pressed a hand over your mouth, blushing, and Inumaki stepped forward to grasp your hands and bring them away from your face, swinging them affectionately in his own. You bumped the side of your head against his, realising with a curling warmth, that he had plaited his fingers in yours as you walked together down the street.
The day passed, in a flurry of arcades, street food, souvenir shopping, buying small gifts for each other...the whole day had been spent in wordless gestures, familiar and comfortable. Inumaki's heart stuttered each time he managed to tease you into a twinkling laugh.
Heading home, hands still swinging together, rich steam and hoppy beer aromas tumbled out of the closely packed ramen shops. You and Inumaki found yourselves pressed uncomfortably close to a pack of young men as you squeezed through the crowd. One man squeezed pricklingly, unnecessarily against you as he passed, the street wide enough to render his intimacy completely unjustifiable.
Inumaki paused, watchful eyes seeing as you drew your shoulders up in defence.
"Oh hey baby! You on a date? Hey bro, your girlfriend just tried to feel me up!" You blushed in furious mortification as your shoulders drew even closer towards your chin, pulling your jacket around yourself, keeping your head down and hoping the assault would just go away.
The young man's pack of friends, four of them, laughed and jeered, taking swigs from cans of beer and turning to join in the game.
"Nice outfit babe! Think I've seen something like it on a street corner near here..."
"Yeah, that jacket ain't coverin' much, sweetheart!"
"Aww, you cold? C'mere baby, I've got something nice and warm for you in my pocket."
As the pack continued to laugh and jeer at you, your happiness shrivelled, and you were reduced to nothing, a pecked worm between birds.
Inumaki raised his hand, slowly drawing his mask down, revealing his unusual facial markings. The pack of men paused, then laughed harder. The original perpetrator raised his beer to Inumaki, and began to speak as Inumaki waggled his tongue in preparation.
"Think you've got a bit of Sharpie on your face, ma--"
"Kiss each other-- like you mean it."
Gripped by something other than his own thoughts and desires, the young man stopped, dropping his can to the floor with a metallic wet thunk...before turning to his friend and grasping his face, pressing a passionate, staggering kiss to his lips. The kiss was enthusiastically reciprocated, and two of the others fought each other for the right to lock lips with the final man.
"Put your hands down his pants."
The crowd around the young men hooted and whistled at the show, as the enforced make-out session grew steamier, beer spilling onto the floor around them, wet kisses sounding through the air, hands down pants, groping.
"Keep going-- really enjoy yourselves."
As the scene before you unfolded into something increasingly erotic and debauched, your jaw dropped, all of your own embarrassment forgotten, and Inumaki raised his mask with a cough. Pulling you to wind through the crowd of onlookers and raised, clicking phone cameras, Inumaki turned and shot you a wink.
You laughed, desperately appreciative, and already planning your second date.
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"Toji-- Toji-- I mean it, slow down, I need to pee!"
Toji sighed, brisk and pissed-off (his factory settings), and stopped pulling you along by the hand. He shot you a withering look, until you batted your eyelashes, clasping your hands together as you wiggled at him.
Despite himself, he smirked, glancing away so you didn't see (though you already had), and started scouring the street for public bathrooms.
"Come on, pea-bladder," he mocked, his deep voice slow and drawling, "let's find you somewhere to piss."
"Toji, don't be so gross--"
"Don't be so needy, jeez, or you're payin' for your own dinner." You rolled your eyes, punching his shoulder affectionately. Rounding a corner, a set of public bathrooms appeared opposite a row of shops.
Raising Toji's hand to your face, you pressed a kiss to the back of his enormous fist. Toji pinched your chin lovingly, before spinning you by the shoulders and planting a hefty slap to your bum.
"Hurry up kid. If someone prettier passes while you're in there, I ain't stickin' round." Toji laughed as your jaw dropped, aghast, and pushed you towards the bathrooms.
Toji chuckled to himself as you skipped away, his eyes only briefly registering the figure loitering outside the bathroom as you headed in.
A few minutes passed and you stepped, relieved, out of the stalls and walked to the sink to clean your hands. Sidling from his hiding spot round the corner, a heavy-jacketed man looked towards you as you gasped, immediately backing yourself away against a wall.
"All alone, baby?" The man challenged, tongue sliding across his front teeth as he approached you, a flick knife clacking in his hand. Steeped in terror, your eyes filled with tears, and you were miserably trapped in the corner against a toilet stall. You opened your mouth to beg for your life, but were interrupted by a low, dangerous voice.
"Nah, man. She ain't alone. But you are."
In abrupt, bloody violence, Toji swung a fist, shattering the man's nose and front teeth in an instant. The man's head snapped back and you screamed, spats of blood splattering down to mix with the stale-water-toilet-paper-mulch of the public bathroom floor.
Toji drew his fist back again as the man staggered, Toji's face twisted in filthy, murderous rage; "Chickenshit little coward, I'll fucking gut yo--"
Toji stopped stock-still at your pale little face staring up in terror...at him now, not your would-be assailant twisting like a maggot on the wet floor. Toji felt a hot rush of shame at having been the cause of your terror.
"Babe..." he started, lost for words. You trembled before him. Toji gulped, turning away from you, unable to look you in the eye. As your frightened heart slowed, Toji took a deep, measured breath in through his nose, and out of his mouth.
"I...frightened you. I'm so--" the words caught in Toji's throat, so alien to him. He took a deep breath and tried again; "I'm sorry. Let's finish this guy off together, huh? Before we take him to the cops."
You hesitated, before nodding, tearful eyes smiling up at Toji, sending his belly tumbling. Lifting the bloodied man up by his collar, Toji grinned devilishly at him.
"Swirly..." Toji began to chant, raising his voice as you started to join in, clapping in rhythm, "Swirly, swirly, swirly--"
Other passers-by found alternate public bathrooms that day, put off by the sounds of repeated flushing and strangled wet sobs.
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Ahhh. I managed to find a bit of love even for Toji, who is so SHOCKINGLY in looks and character like my older brother 💀💀💀🫠
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comradekarin · 19 days ago
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you absolutely right and that’s why this post is here to show that we were DAY ONES. this fandom stay trying to gaslight like that man ain’t a work of art. dickhead or not (he is), that’s gege’s goated character design. true form sukuna will always be famous trust!
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why do I have to defend sukuna’s face card so much in this fandom…. mind y’all, true form sukuna alone out mogs 90% of the cast so what now? jjk fans turn into kendrick when it comes to sukuna. he’s a piece of shit and every nasty thing you can think of, but baby girl is NAWT ugly chile ijbol and I’m talking about all versions, even meg!kuna. i’ll be dammed if yall insult yuuji’s face card too! junichi suwabe as his VA alone makes him one of the hottest jjk men. yall gonna switch up when he gets animated trust……..
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suntoru · 1 year ago
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─ ✰ COUNTDOWN TO YOUR LOVE!!
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✧˚ · . 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 most definitely does not have a crush on his best friend. so what’s this feeling when somebody else is planning on confessing to you?
— warnings: oblivious gojo af, fluff, mild violence, might be ooc, please be nice i have only watched like the first episode of jjk, idk what else
— author’s note: is it shittily written? yes. but is it finished? also yes. HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES &lt;;33
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“guys, guys, brace yourself for the tea i have!! nanamin is gonna confess to y/n tonight at the new years party!!”
“huh?! seriously?” nobara gasps theatrically, her eyes widening in interest. she springs up from the couch, tail -imaginary or not-wagging in anticipation as she eagerly leans in for the juicy gossip.
*chokes* "...what?" gojo gags on his tea, coughing violently. he's surely joking. there's no way. "y/n, as in like, my best friend, y/n?"
“i know, right? i was surprised too!! after all, i was sure mister nanami was more interested in marrying his paperwork than finding real love, but that’s what i heard!” yuji spills, enthusiasm radiating from every word.
"that's... great." gojo manages to mutter, and for once, he has nothing ese to say.
“it’s about time, he’s pushing thirty, and he’s still single… as the youngsters say, he has… L rizz.” nobara laughs boisterously with her hands on her hips, thoroughly entertained by her own joke. meanwhile, yuji cocks his head in confusion at his friend's delusions. …is she going senile?
“well, aren’t you also single…?”
'hush, yuji! the point is, there's gonna be some spicy drama!" nobara squeals, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "we're talking romance unraveling like a well-scripted k-drama!! get ready for some flashy love confessions, and hopefully, a heart-fluttering kiss scene!!"
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fuck, why can't i focus? gojo groans as he loses yet another round of mario kart to nobara. the image of you lingers in his mind from earlier that day, engaged in conversation with the blonde. he can't ignore the subtle indications; your flustered demeanor, a slight tint of pink on your cheeks, your refusal to make eye contact. clear signs of a crush. you surely like him back, there's no denying it.
and he should be happy for his friend— should be, but all he can feel is an unexplainable tightness that grips his chest, like a weight he can't shake off. he can't quite put a pin on it, it's an unknown emotion, but it all feels ugly nonetheless. it must have been something he ate earlier. ...yeah, that's it.
as he tries to ignore the overwhemling feeling of dispair, his attention flickers to the lively scene, and there you are, donning one of those goofy 2024 glasses that make your whole demeanor even more endearing. a lopsided smile graces your face as you engage in cheerful banter with megumi, and just like that, a fuzzy feeling envelops him, coaxing a smile to creep up on his face involuntarily. but before he can revel in the moment, a sudden flick on his forehead disrupts his thoughts.
"hey— ow, what was that for?" he whines, rubbing his forehead and directing a puzzled gaze towards utahime.
"you're so dense." she huffs in annoyance, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes at his apparent obliviousness. he looks up at her, confusion etched across his features.
"i- huh? whaddya mean by that?" he stares at her in confusion. utahime sighs in exasperation, irritation visible. "how stupid are you? do i have to spell it out for you? you. like. y/n." the words hang in the air. ...i ... like... y/n...?
and then it hits him like a brick wall. the reason behind stinging feeling in his chest. you being with nanami meant no more midnight snack runs, no more drunken gossip sessions, no more attempts to fluster you. those simple pleasures, the serotonin rush sparked by your mere smile, threaten to slip away.
the thought of losing you; his best friend, his one and only, shakes him to the bottom of his core. his heart, like a drum, pounds in his chest, a resounding beat of denial and awakening. ...no way... he couldn't... does he...?
could he truly say that the way he always seems to gravitate towards you in group gatherings, the way his eyes subconsciously find their way towards yours, the sudden surge of warmth he gets when you praise him was all truly platonic? perhaps he didn't acknowledge it before, but his heart has long declared what he only now comprehends: he loves you. he loves you.
he's loved you ever since you were five and he was seven, when you announced proudly to everyone that you were now his best friend for life. he's loved you when you were eleven and he was thirteen, when you sought refuge in his arms, tears streaming down your face because of a bully. he's loved you when you were eighteen and he was twenty, hung up on some random jerk who didn't even treat you right.
his eyes dart over to where nanami is, pacing closer towards you— he's going to lose everything if he doesn't move.
he can't lose you.
so he runs across the large room, dashing towards you, heaving and huffing. "FIVE!" everybody begins to chant. "gojo?" you good? need something?" "FOUR!" your voice is soft and sweet, like a honeyed daydream, etched with concern. how could he not have realized, it was you all along? it was always going to be you. "THREE!" "hey." he says breathlessly. "yeah?" you mumble, curious as to what he was about to say next. "TWO!" "slap me if you hate it." "hate what?" "ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"
he pulls you towards him, using both hands to grab your face, planting a passionate on your plush lips, your eyes widening as everybody else cheers knowingly.
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bonus!! earlier:
"you like him. gojo."
nanami simply states, a ghost of a smile on his lips. you feel your face heat up. how did he know? was it that obvious? that's so embarrassing... oh my god. you can't look him in the eye, you just want to shrivel up and disappear in the ground... "you're both so stupidly oblivious." he mutters under his breath.
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angellesword · 8 months ago
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Baggage l JJK (01)
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Summary: Drowning in debt and blood, Jeon Jungkook knows he's better off alone, lest he brings people down with him.
But one drunken night changes everything.
In a blink of an eye, Jungkook found himself drowning not only in debt and blood, but also in dirty diapers and judgmental stares from you, a.k.a his long-lost love and the guardian of the son he didn't even know existed.
Genre and warnings: best friends to lovers, co-parenting, idiots in love, slow burn—really slow burn, mutual pining, angst, fluff, implied smut, kissing, minor character death, slight getting back together, OC cusses excessively so watch out
Pairing: dad!Jungkook x adoptive mom!Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
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You know it's New Year's Eve when people flock to Incheon's Chinatown. Some were rushing to buy gifts for their families and friends, while others ate in a fancy restaurant or watched fireworks and the famous lion dance.
As for Jungkook, he knew it was New Year's Eve when he could earn double. 
"I said I don't want to take a picture!" The loud wail of a little girl could be heard through the vast street of Chinatown. Many shoppers looked at the kid and her father with disdain. The child was crying hard, yet her father simply laughed it off, urging the child to take a picture with Jungkook or, rather, with Ronald McDonald.
Jungkook was wearing the infamous mascot costume of that red-haired clown of McDonald's.
"Come on, Wonyoung-ah. Just one picture, please?" Seokjin, the child's father, batted his eyelashes, acting cute. It worked on his partner Namjoon. Unfortunately, it didn't have much effect on Wonyoung.
"No! He's so ugly and scary!" Wonyoung stole a glance at Jungkook. The mascot looked so hideous that Wonyoung couldn't help but throw her ice cream at Jungkook.
"Wonyoung." Namjoon, who had been quiet all this time, grimaced when he saw Jungkook stilled—as if the ice cream that hit his chest also froze his heart.
Namjoon usually tolerated the young girl's brattiness, but seeing that Wonyoung crossed the line and even hurt someone older than her, Namjoon couldn't help but scold his daughter.
"Apologize to him." Namjoon tilted Wonyoung's shoulder, compelling her to face Jungkook, who was still rooted to the ground.
Jungkook had never liked kids. He thought they were annoying and full of shit. What happened today totally embarrassed him. Not to mention, many people witnessed the jarring scene.
"I don't want to! Why don't you listen to me! He's a bad clown! He scares people!" Wonyoung refused to look at the mascot. Honestly, Jungkook couldn't refute the kid's reason. He, too, was aware of how ridiculous he looked. Most of his co-workers went on vacation leave. No one was around to help him apply his Ronald McDonald makeup. He had to do it himself.
Jungkook had no talent when it came to makeup. He had accidentally put on too much white face paint—even his manager laughed at him. But despite feeling helpless, he still swallowed his pride and went out to entertain customers. It's just for one night. Someone who needed money to survive couldn't be picky with the little opportunity available.
Not everyone was lucky enough to throw away food like it was nothing. Wonyoung was a young heiress; throwing ice cream at Jungkook was considered throwing tantrums and not wasting food. They had money. They could buy people's silence.
That's precisely what happened. Namjoon was hellbent on making his daughter apologize, and after a long time of coaxing, Wonyoung finally (although reluctantly) managed to say she was sorry.
Namjoon apologized on behalf of his child, too. Conversely, Seokjin gave Jungkook some hush money after promising to 'discipline' Wonyoung at home.
Jungkook could only nod, once again forced to swallow his pride and accept the money offered to him. Poor people like him didn't only have fewer opportunities; they had no self-preservation either. He endured long hours of smiling as kids cried seeing his face. The brave ones were a little easy to deal with. They only clung to his legs, asking their guardians to take more pictures with him.
It was already late at night when the last customer bid him goodbye. Jungkook was exhausted; the cold winter wind made his body shiver. He was itching to go home.
"What happened to your costume?" The manager who laughed at Jungkook earlier couldn't laugh anymore, not when he knew it would cost the restaurant money to clean off the stain.
The chocolate ice cream thrown by Wonyoung heavily stained the costume. Jungkook explained what happened. Unfortunately, the manager only shook his head.
"Nope, that can't be. It's your fault you didn't dodge. I'm gonna have to deduct the laundry fee from your salary."
Jungkook's hands balled into fists when he heard about the salary deduction. There was ringing in his ears, and as if that wasn't cruel enough, the manager added, "I'm not going to double your payment this day. Half of it goes to dry cleaning."
The strong urge to grab the manager's collar and slam him on the wall made Jungkook's hands twitch. Who even dry-cleans a fucking mascot costume? A whirlpool of profanities at the bottom of his heart threatened to swallow him whole. Jungkook wished he could just disappear from this world.
Logic sided with him in the end, though. Jungkook needed a job. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to because if he did, where would that leave those people to whom he owed money? He couldn't escape his responsibilities. Yes, it would be satisfying to smack the hell out of his manager, but after all that gratifying feeling came the consequences: he would lose his only source of income, face a civil case, and be forced to look for a new job.
The last one was the hardest thing to do. No one would want to hire someone like Jungkook. He was a failure, and almost all business industries knew about it.
For the third time tonight, Jungkook swallowed his pride. He held the crook of his manager's elbow and beamed, "Manager Bang, have mercy on your poor employee, would you? You promised to pay me double today."
Jungkook struggled to steady his voice. He swore he never cried, not even when losing millions of assets. But things were different now. Back then, he lost everything because of his own decisions. But today's case was different. He didn't ask any of this. He didn't ask that stupid brat to throw ice cream on him. None of these was his choice...because sadly, he only had one choice:
It was to beg. 
"Please? I-I need money. I need to..." Jungkook choked on his bitter spit. He shook his head. Never mind his needs, never mind his reason. It wasn't like others cared. He could only compromise, "What if I wash the costume instead? You don't have to pay at all."
Jungkook was so passionate about his proposal. He kept spouting nonsense. It was a pity, really. Even his manager couldn't bear looking at his face. It was such a cringe-worthy juxtaposition to see a happy clown almost crying.
"Okay, fine!" The manager cut Jungkook off. He had never seen someone desperately beg for money. It made him uncomfortable. "Do whatever you want. Just get out of my sight."
The manager shuddered again, but Jungkook smiled, almost kowtowing as he received his compensation.
"Thank you, Manager Bang!" Jungkook smiled at his manager before finally leaving the food chain. He didn't change his outfit, realizing that things were better off like this. It was winter, and he had no money to buy coats and boots. He had to make do with this clown costume.
With little compensation in hand, Jungkook walked around Chinatown, spending his transportation fee on food instead.
It was New Year's Eve, after all. He felt like he at least deserved to eat something delicious. Jungkook originally wanted to buy crabs but could only afford five sticks of chicken skewers and a bottle of the cheapest soju. 
Jungkook had low alcohol tolerance. It had been many years since he last drank, and the consequences of that night had been awful—so awful he decided to never drink again.
Tonight was the only night he'd break his promise. It was New Year's Eve. He had no one by his side; he could only rely on alcohol to give him warmth.
As expected, Jungkook's vision doubled after just a few sips of soju. He couldn't stop drinking, though. The alcohol burned his throat and stomach, but it was nothing compared to his bitterness as he looked at the building before him.
The Bighit building. 
Out of hundreds of restaurants and food stalls in Incheon, Jungkook had no idea why he chose to dine in a place where he would have a clear view of Bighit. He did so well trying to avoid going to this part of the city for years, so what changed tonight? Was the embarrassment he experienced earlier not enough?
Did he need to be reminded of the pain and humiliation he went through at the Bighit back then?
Or was it because he missed someone?   
Jungkook's heart throbbed just thinking about that someone. It had been long since they last saw each other. Things had changed already. Take Bighit as an example. It was called HYBE now.
Some people left, including him. But some things never changed. The building was still as magnificent as ever.
Jungkook felt nostalgic. He couldn't stop himself from walking toward HYBE. Years ago, he could go in and out of this building as he pleased.
Everyone would bow down and smile at him. What a pity that he could only stare at the façade of this company now.
Jungkook wasn't the same man years ago, but the alcohol clouded his mind. He felt as if nothing had changed. He thought he could stand outside the building, smiling like an idiot as he waved at an angry girl leaning against her car, a frown decorating her lips while rolling her eyes.
Jungkook smiled despite himself. How shameless of him to think about that girl? To think that he could drink alcohol and pretend like he could turn back time?
Oh, how he wished he could turn back time. He would do anything to see that girl roll her eyes again, to hear her scream one more time.
Jungkook laughed bitterly.
He missed the girl.
The snowflakes fell, followed by tears falling from his eyes. The tears he thought had frozen over time.
And then he heard the sound of the fireworks before seeing it illuminate the dark sky.
It's New Year.
He heard the sound of her voice before seeing her face-to-face.
"Jungkook."
The fireworks enveloped his ears, but it was nothing compared to his loud heartbeat.
Jungkook looked at the person who had just uttered his name.
Did time really freeze? Was this some kind of New Year miracle?
Or was the alcohol still messing with his brain, making him believe that he was still the Jungkook from the past? The Jungkook could see the girl, also known as you, any time he wanted.
Jungkook blinked, chuckling.
It was absurd.
How drunk was he to see your car again parked in front of Bighit?
Jungkook was drunk, but the image in front of him wasn't a fragment of his imagination.
You were really here to pick Jungkook up.
Just like before.
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This fic is originally a soukoku fic which I'm posting/revamping as a JJK one (I don't know, man. I feel like I have to change the characters to eradicate my writer's block. This fic has been on hiatus for many years. This will probably have 8 chapters in total. (I've written 4/8 already, so stay tuned!) This is also for those few readers who never fail to message me, asking if I will be writing more JJK fics. Here you go, I guess? Hehehe
I appreciate COMMENTS the most <33 I love you, guys. Thanks for reading.
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uzurakis · 9 months ago
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doing an ugly makeup look to see how the jjk men react? pretty please and thank u pookie pie 🙂‍↕️
REACTIONS TO YOUR UGLY MAKEUP . . ?
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featuring: fushiguro megumi. gojo satoru. itadori yuuji. geto suguru.
n. ngl nonnie i had to spend a full ten minutes in front of my laptop thinking how to do this interesting request (i didn't immediately have an idea to write it down but got the hang of it later on). no problem pookie pie, i hope u like it :0
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. you decided to have a little fun and see how megumi would react to an intentionally ugly makeup look. after spending some time in front of the mirror, you admired your creation—a mix of clashing colors, exaggerated eyeliner, and over-the-top blush. satisfied, you headed to your boyfriend’s room, where megumi was waiting.
as you walked in, megumi looked up from his book. his eyes widened slightly, and he stared at you for a moment, clearly puzzled. he opened his mouth, then closed it, trying to find the right words.
"uh, you look… different today," he finally said, after simulating a hundred different words and scenarios to say in his head, tone cautious but polite; as if he’s walking on eggshells. "did you try something new with your makeup?"
you struggled to keep a straight face. "yeah, i wanted to experiment a little. what do you think?"
megumi tilted his head, examining your face with a mix of confusion and concern. "it’s… interesting. very bold," he replied carefully. "is this for a special occasion or just for fun?"
you could see he was trying hard not to offend you, which only made it harder to hold back your laughter. "just for fun," you said, unable to hide your amusement any longer.
the guy nodded slowly, still looking unsure. "well, if you like it, that’s what matters. but, um, maybe next time you could try something a bit more.. subtle?"
you burst out laughing, unable to keep up the act any longer. "baby, it’s a prank! i wanted to see how you’d react."
relief washed over his face, and you felt his tight shoulders slacking off. “god, i didn’t know what to say without hurting your feelings. don’t do that next time, babe. i was really scared to say anything.”
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GOJO SATORU. his eyes opened theatrically as soon as he spotted you, and an immense grin became apparent on his face. "wow," he exclaimed, standing up and dramatically clapping as well as placing a hand over his heart. "you look absolutely stunning! ravishing! this is the new trend, right? you’re always ahead of the fashion curve, my darling!"
you tried to keep a straight face, but his over-the-top reaction made it difficult. "aww, you really think so?" you asked, playing along with a mock-serious tone.
your boyfriend, your number #1 supporter nodded enthusiastically, stepping closer to get a better look. "absolutely! i mean, just look at those bold choices. the color contrast is so… avant-garde. you’re a true trendsetter." (not the big words, guys..)
"you’re so ridiculous, satoru," you laughed at his theatrics, shaking your head.
he winked at you, his grin never faltering. "ridiculously lucky to have such a fashion-forward girlfriend, you mean. seriously, you could start a whole new makeup revolution with this look."
you playfully smacked his arm arm. "okay, okay, you can stop now. just tell me it’s ugly and i pranked ya.”
"oh, i knew that. but you know me, i can’t resist playing along. your creativity never fails to amaze me." you rolled your eyes, still smiling. "thanks for being such a supportive boyfriend."
gojo pulled you into a gentle hug, his arms warm and comforting around you. "my job, darlin. but next time, let’s try a look that doesn’t make me feel like i’m dating a clown, yeah?"
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GETO SUGURU. "well, well, well, what do we have here?" you made your way to where geto was lounging when he teased, raising an eyebrow. "are we auditioning for a circus today?"
"very funny, suguru. do you like my new look?"
he grinned, stepping closer to inspect your makeup with exaggerated scrutiny. "hmm, let me see… it’s definitely… something. and colorful. very circus-ish."
you gave him a friendly slap on his ribs while rolling your eyes. "huuh, i know it’s terrible."
geto chuckled, pulling you into a hug. "hey, i love you no matter what you look like. even if you do resemble a rainbow clown."
"but seriously, let’s go wash that off before anyone else sees you. i can’t have my girlfriend looking like a picasso painting gone wrong."
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ITADORI YUUJI. "ah, interesting look, babe. what inspired this? are you trying out for a new role or something?"
"nope, just felt like experimenting with makeup today. what do you think?" you chuckled at his inquisitive nature and the fact he’s totally not aware being thrown to the oblivion.
itadori blew an air inside his mouth, examining your face with genuine interest. "well, it’s definitely… unique. did you follow a tutorial or come up with this on your own?"
you shook your head, unable to hold back a smile. adorable, that’s what you wanted to say. "this was all me. just wanted to see what i could come up with."
your boyfriend reflected the smile, leaning closer to get a better look. "well, you’ve definitely succeeded in making a statement. it’s bold, to say the least."
“thanks for being so nice about it. i promise i’ll go back to my normal makeup routine tomorrow." a warmth feeling spread across your chest, relieved he was taking it well.
he chuckled, reaching out to gently touch your cheek. "hey, you do you. i love you no matter what you look like." your heart warmed at his words, and you leaned into his touch. "i love you too, yuu. you always know what to say.
"yeah," he replied with a smile, pulling you into a warm hug. "now, how about we go wash that off and spend the rest of the day doing something fun together?"
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megumishotgf · 1 year ago
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here are some of my favourite fics currently!! yes most of them are smutty because i am a whore!! ♡
featuring: megumi, satoru, suguru, katsuki (+ a little yuuta + mikasa) credits to all these beautiful writers - pls check them out!! masterlist fic recs pt. ii pt. iii
: ̗̀➛ megumi fushiguro x reader
possessive megumi is tired of other men thirsting over you, including toji and satoru (fic: incredible... i come back to this all the time.)
first kiss with gumi leads to another first (fic: smutty but also so intimate i love it)
you ask megumi to rail you after ur ex cheats (he fucks you so good omg. part two of the fic this is the smutty part)
y/n is pregnant and craving donuts (manga spoilers, a little angsty but mostly cute fluff!!)
you worry megumi doesn't love you. he does (don't worry not angsty so cute and fluffy makes my heart swell!!)
late night call w/ gumi who is so crazy in love with you (im crying i love him)
clueless inspired stepcest with gumi (adding this with no shame it's so so good. soft dom gumi my favourite)
"pretend i'm a random girl at a bar coming onto you" (established relationship. so fucking funny and witty. thank u so much author)
finger fucking you until you squirt omfg (i'm going insane)
weed dealer megumi headcanons (smutty towards the end i love this so much)
megumi protects you from an ass then fucks you in his car (i love protective men)
ditching school to blow your nerdy skater boy gumi (school a.u omg!!)
: ̗̀➛ satoru gojo x reader
satoru finds footage of his teen years with suguru, y/n and shoko (angsty fic: this is so beautiful and could make me sob)
mating press with satoru (holy shit... he loses control of his technique cumming inside... i'm in awe)
y/n is suguru's sister and hates toru but eventually they fuck (i was hollering reading this it's so good)
satoru needs help cutting his hair. almost goes bald (this is so funny and heartwarming. a blessing from tumblr)
drunk satoru cries about your pussy being so good then comes home to fuck you good (deleted ya’ll someone PLEASE send me this fic if it is elsewhere!!)
your clingy situationship w/ satoru (he's so soft and in love...)
: ̗̀➛ suguru geto x reader
suguru lets virgin! satoru fuck his gf (fic: so good holy shit. one of my favourite fics ever. suguru is so soft for his girl)
you're fucking your best friends' father (college a.u!! suguru gets jealous and fucks the brattiness out of you. so so good)
social media au w/ your bf geto!! (so cute and funny!! there is a gojo version too!!)
suguru finds you during your 'sad girl bathtub hours' (comfort!!)
squirting shamelessly in his face (dream)
weed dealer! suguru corrupts you (dumbification kink go crazy)
: ̗̀➛ katsuki bakugo x reader
katsuki doesn't understand how attractive he is (drabble: katsuki is so fine but he only has eyes for you)
you blow katsuki while getting his car washed (taylor swift playing omg? so hot)
your kid shows you a beautiful (ugly) drawing, katuski dies laughing (so fucking funny have you seen the similar tiktok!!)
: ̗̀➛ yuuta okkotsu x reader
vampire! yuuta soothes your period cramps... (u know what this means. incredibly written)
: ̗̀➛ BONUS: mikasa ackerman x reader
drug dealer! mikasa (headcanons: a little smutty, gunplay and robbing men)
: ̗̀➛ multiple characters (drabbles)
jjk men as chubby chasers !! (toji, yuuta, gumi + satoru) (fellow chubby girlies you will go crazy for this)
jjk men + halloween costumes (toji, satoru, nanami + suguru) (so funny and accurate!!)
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Could you write jjk men (Nanami, Gojo and Geto) w/a masked fem!reader?
She got big scars around her face due to an accident from childhood and haven’t showed her face ever since..
how would the men react if the somehow saw her face for the first time? (You can choose how)
Satoru Gojo — It was late at night, the two of you lounging comfortably in the living room after a long day. Gojo’s infinity was off, and his blindfold hung loosely around his neck. You were in your favorite hoodie, but your usual bandage was missing, your scar unexpectedly exposed.
Gojo had come back into the room with a snack in hand, but the moment his eyes landed on your face, he froze. His vibrant blue eyes widened slightly, taking in the mark you had always hidden. For a moment, there was nothing but silence, and you could feel your stomach tighten with anxiety.
“Gojo…” you started nervously, your hands instinctively going up to cover your face, but he was faster.
In an instant, he was crouched in front of you, his hands gently but firmly cupping your cheeks to stop you from hiding.
“So… this is the scar you’ve been hiding from me?” he said softly, his gaze never leaving yours.
You nodded, feeling small under the weight of his attention. “Yeah… I know it’s not—”
“Beautiful,” he interrupted, a small, lopsided smile tugging at his lips. “It’s beautiful.”
You blinked, your heart skipping a beat. “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better.”
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m Gojo Satoru. I always tell the truth,” he teased lightly, his tone gentle. “And besides, this scar is part of you. And I happen to be head over heels for all of you.”
His thumbs brushed over your cheeks, his expression uncharacteristically serious for a moment. “You don’t have to hide anything from me. Ever. Got it?”
You could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, but you managed a small laugh. “Got it.”
His grin returned, bright and mischievous as ever. “Good. Now, can I say something cheesy without you laughing at me?”
“Depends,” you said, smiling despite yourself.
He leaned closer, his nose brushing against yours. “I think scars are kind of badass. And yours makes you even more perfect to me.”
This time, you couldn’t hold back your laugh. But it wasn’t because of him—it was because, somehow, he always knew just what to say to make you feel loved.
Suguru Geto — The quiet hum of the rain outside filled the room as you sat cross-legged on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through a book. Geto sat nearby, his long hair loosely tied back, sipping tea as he enjoyed the serene moment with you.
You hadn’t realized it at first, but in your haste to get comfortable, you had forgotten to rewrap the bandage around your eyes after your shower. The scar—hidden for so long—was now exposed.
“Hey,” Geto’s smooth voice called softly, pulling you from your thoughts.
You looked up to find his dark eyes fixed on you, his expression unreadable but calm. It only took a second for you to realize what he was staring at. Your breath caught in your throat as your hand instinctively flew up to cover the scar.
“Wait,” he said gently, setting his tea down as he shifted closer. His voice held no judgment, only a quiet curiosity. “Don’t hide it.”
“I just…” You hesitated, lowering your gaze. “I didn’t mean for you to see it.”
“Why not?” His tone was soft but firm, the question laced with genuine concern.
You shook your head, unable to meet his gaze. “It’s… ugly. I didn’t want you to think differently of me.”
There was a pause, and then you felt his hand wrap around yours, gently pulling it away from your face. You finally looked up, and the tenderness in his expression nearly undid you.
“Ugly?” he repeated, almost incredulously, as his thumb lightly brushed over the scar. “Who told you that nonsense?”
You swallowed hard. “It’s just… how I’ve always felt about it.”
He let out a soft sigh, his lips curling into a faint, affectionate smile. “You’ve been hiding this from me the whole time?”
You nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. “I was scared you’d see it and…”
“And what? Stop loving you?” His voice was warm, almost teasing, but there was a seriousness in his gaze. He leaned forward, his forehead resting gently against yours. “That’s not going to happen. Ever.”
You blinked back tears as his hand moved to cradle your face. “Scars tell stories,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “And yours is part of what makes you who you are. How could I ever see that as anything but beautiful?”
A small, shaky laugh escaped you. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”
He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s a talent of mine.” Then his expression softened even more. “You don’t have to hide from me, ever. You’re safe with me. Always.”
In that moment, as he pulled you into a gentle hug, you realized he wasn’t just saying the words—he meant them with every fiber of his being.
Nanami kento — You had fallen asleep on the couch after a long day. Nanami had stayed up late working in the study but eventually made his way to the living room. When he saw you, sprawled out and peaceful, his lips curved into a faint smile.
He moved closer to drape a blanket over you, but as he leaned down, his sharp eyes caught something he hadn’t seen before. The bandage you always wore around your eyes had slipped off in your sleep, revealing the scar hidden beneath.
Nanami paused, his breath catching slightly as he took in the sight. He crouched beside you, his expression unreadable as his fingers lightly brushed the edge of the fallen bandage on the couch.
The gentle shift of his weight must have stirred you, because you blinked awake, squinting up at him.
“Kento?” you mumbled groggily, sitting up and instinctively touching your face. When you felt the absence of the bandage, your eyes widened in panic. “Oh no…”
You immediately turned your head away, trying to cover the scar with your hand. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” you muttered, your voice shaky.
Nanami didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he reached out, his hand firm but gentle as he took hold of yours and pulled it away from your face.
“Why do you hide this?” he asked softly, his gaze meeting yours.
You bit your lip, tears pricking your eyes. “Because it’s… hideous. I didn’t want you to see it and think less of me.”
Nanami’s brows furrowed deeply, not in anger but in something closer to frustration—frustration that you’d ever feel the need to hide. “Do you really believe I would think that?” His voice was steady, but there was a rare edge of emotion in it.
“I didn’t know how you’d react,” you admitted quietly.
He sighed, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand as his other hand cupped your cheek. “You should know me better than that by now,” he said gently. His thumb hovered just above the scar, his touch careful, almost reverent.
“This doesn’t change how I see you,” he continued. “If anything, it makes me admire you even more. You’ve carried this quietly, and I’m sorry you felt like you had to.”
Your chest tightened, tears spilling over before you could stop them. “I was just scared.”
Nanami leaned in, pressing his forehead lightly against yours. “You don’t need to be. Not with me. I love all of you—the parts you show and the parts you hide. Don’t forget that.”
You let out a shaky laugh, wiping at your tears. “You’re too perfect, you know that?”
He gave a small, rare smile, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m not perfect. But I’ll always make sure you know how much you mean to me.”
In that moment, with his arms wrapped securely around you, you knew he meant every word.
Toji fushiguro — The late-night silence in your apartment was broken only by the clinking of weights as Toji worked out in the corner. You were in the bathroom, carefully rewrapping the bandage around your eyes, as you always did. But tonight, you were tired, your hands unsteady.
The scar you’d hidden for so long was exposed, and you didn’t notice when Toji appeared in the doorway, a towel slung over his shoulder.
“Forgot to cover up, huh?” his deep voice rumbled, startling you.
You spun around, your heart racing as you instinctively raised your hand to cover your face. “Toji! I—it’s nothing, just—”
“Cut it out,” he interrupted, his tone casual but firm as he stepped closer. “Let me see.”
You hesitated, torn between trust and fear. “Toji, it’s… ugly. You don’t want to see this.”
He smirked, leaning against the doorframe, his sharp green eyes narrowing slightly. “Ugly, huh? Lemme be the judge of that.”
Before you could protest, he reached out, his calloused hand gently grabbing your wrist to pull your hand away. His gaze flicked to the scar, studying it with an unreadable expression. For a moment, the silence felt heavy, and you braced yourself for his reaction.
“…That’s it?” he said finally, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
You blinked, taken aback. “What do you mean, that’s it?”
He let out a low chuckle, releasing your wrist. “You’ve been hiding this like it’s some big deal. It’s just a scar, babe. What, you think I’d care?”
You felt your cheeks heat, frustration bubbling up. “It’s not just a scar! It’s… it’s a part of my face. People stare, they judge—”
“Yeah, and those people are idiots,” he cut in, his tone blunt but oddly reassuring. He stepped closer, towering over you, his gaze softening just a bit. “Scars mean you’ve been through shit and came out alive. I respect that.”
Your breath hitched, his unexpected sincerity catching you off guard. “You really don’t mind?”
He snorted, shaking his head. “Mind? If anything, it makes you look tougher. Kinda hot, actually.”
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, a mix of relief and disbelief. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re stuck with me,” he teased, his hand cupping your jaw as his thumb brushed lightly over your cheek, avoiding the scar. His grin faded slightly, replaced by a rare moment of seriousness. “Don’t hide from me, alright? I don’t care what you look like. You’re mine, scars and all.”
You nodded, your heart swelling at his words. “Okay.”
He leaned down, pressing a rough, fleeting kiss to your forehead before stepping back. “Good. Now, quit worrying about stupid shit and come help me pick a movie.”
As he walked off, you couldn’t help but smile, feeling lighter than you had in years. Toji’s way with words might not be elegant, but his unflinching loyalty made you feel more loved than ever.
Sukuna ryomen — The lavish chambers of Ryomen Sukuna’s palace were bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight. You sat nervously on a silk cushion near the corner of the room, fingers trembling as you fumbled with the bandage covering the scar on your cheek. It was your first night as his concubine, a position that brought both honor and fear.
You hadn’t even heard him enter the room, his movements silent as a predator’s.
“Why are you hiding your face?” Sukuna’s voice rumbled behind you, low and commanding.
You froze, your heart pounding in your chest. Turning your head slightly, you saw him standing a few paces away, his four arms crossed and his crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light.
“I… it’s nothing, my lord,” you stammered, your hands moving instinctively to adjust the bandage.
In two strides, Sukuna closed the distance between you. He crouched before you, his presence overwhelming as he grabbed your wrist with one of his hands, stopping you mid-motion.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his tone sharp but not cruel. “Show me.”
“My lord, it’s not something you wish to see,” you protested, your voice trembling. “It’s… unsightly.”
His eyes narrowed, his grip tightening just slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to silence any further objection. With another hand, he reached up and pulled the bandage away, revealing the scar you had hidden for years.
Sukuna’s gaze lingered on the mark, his expression unreadable as he studied it. You held your breath, bracing yourself for ridicule or disgust.
But when he finally spoke, his voice was calm and tinged with amusement. “You think this is worth hiding?”
You blinked, startled. “It’s… ugly,” you murmured, lowering your gaze.
Sukuna chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Ugly? Foolish woman.” He tilted your chin upward with one of his hands, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze. “This scar tells me more about you than words ever could. It’s a mark of survival—a sign of strength. Why would I find that displeasing?”
Your eyes widened, his words catching you off guard. “You don’t… mind?”
“Mind?” His lips curled into a wicked grin. “If I cared about appearances alone, you wouldn’t be here. You’ve caught my interest for reasons far beyond your looks, though those aren’t lacking either.”
Heat rose to your cheeks at his blunt words, and Sukuna leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You’ve faced something that left its mark. That’s far more intriguing than someone untouched by hardship.”
He released your chin but didn’t step back, his crimson eyes boring into yours. “Let this be the last time you try to hide anything from me. You’re mine now, scars and all. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my lord,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
“Good,” he said, standing to his full height. He tossed the bandage aside and smirked down at you. “If anyone dares to insult you, I’ll make an example of them. You belong to me now, and no one questions what’s mine.”
As he turned to leave, the weight of his words settled over you. Sukuna’s love—or whatever his version of affection was—might be as sharp and merciless as a blade, but in his own way, he had claimed every part of you, even the ones you’d long hidden away.
Megumi fushiguro —The rain pattered softly against the windows of the quiet apartment you and Megumi shared. It was late, and the two of you were relaxing after a long day. He was sitting on the couch, a book in hand, while you were in the bathroom, meticulously reapplying the bandage over the scar on your cheek.
You hadn’t told him about it yet—not because you didn’t trust him, but because the scar was a part of your past you weren’t ready to share. But tonight, your hands slipped, and the sound of the bandage falling to the floor startled you.
“Everything okay in there?” Megumi called from the living room, his voice calm but curious.
“Y-yeah,” you replied quickly, scrambling to pick up the bandage.
But when you stepped out, your face uncovered, Megumi’s sharp eyes immediately noticed. His book lowered slightly as his gaze focused on you, the scar catching his attention.
You froze in the doorway, your instinct to hide kicking in. “I… forgot to put the bandage back on,” you muttered, turning your head away.
“Hey,” he said gently, setting the book down and standing up. He approached you slowly, his expression unreadable but not harsh. “You don’t have to hide it.”
“It’s not something I want you to see,” you admitted, avoiding his gaze. “It’s ugly.”
Megumi frowned, a flicker of irritation crossing his face—not at you, but at the thought of you believing such a thing. “That’s not true,” he said firmly, his voice quiet but resolute.
You glanced up at him, surprised. “It’s a scar, Megumi. People stare. They judge.”
He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently tilt your chin so you couldn’t look away. His touch was soft, almost hesitant, but his eyes were steady as they studied the scar.
“People can be stupid,” he said bluntly, his tone carrying a hint of dry humor. “But I’m not ‘people.”
You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you, though it was shaky. “You’re really okay with it?”
He gave you a small, reassuring smile—the kind he didn’t give often, but always meant. “It’s part of you,” he said simply. “And I like you for who you are. Not for some idea of perfection you think you need to be.”
Your heart swelled at his words, tears welling up in your eyes. “Megumi…”
He sighed softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You don’t have to hide anything from me, okay? I mean it.”
You nodded, finally allowing yourself to relax. “Thank you.”
He gave a slight shrug, his typical understated way of brushing off the weight of the moment. “It’s nothing,” he said, though his gaze lingered on you a little longer, his concern evident in the softness of his expression.
As you both settled back into the living room, you couldn’t help but feel a newfound sense of comfort. Megumi’s quiet strength and unwavering acceptance reminded you why you’d fallen for him in the first place.
Yuji itadori — The day had been long, full of missions and meetings, and when you finally returned home, all you wanted was to relax. Yuji was in the kitchen, humming to himself as he worked on preparing dinner. You smiled to yourself, watching him in the doorway for a moment before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.
But just as you stepped in front of the mirror, reaching for your bandage to cover your scar, you didn’t realize that the window was slightly ajar—until a gust of wind blew through, knocking the bandage off the counter and sending it tumbling toward the ground. You leaned down to grab it, but as you straightened up, you heard the soft creak of the bathroom door opening.
“Hey, are you—whoa,” Yuji’s voice broke off, followed by the sound of him quickly stepping back.
You froze, your heart sinking. You hadn’t meant for him to see.
“Yuji, don’t—”
But he was already standing there, his gaze fixed on your face, the scar exposed for the first time. He blinked, his mouth slightly open as he processed the sight. You could feel your cheeks heat up, the vulnerability of the moment overwhelming.
“Why… why didn’t you ever tell me?” Yuji asked softly, his voice full of genuine confusion rather than judgment.
You quickly turned away, your fingers trembling as you reached to grab the bandage. “It’s nothing,” you mumbled, desperately trying to regain some semblance of composure. “It’s just a stupid scar. I didn’t want you to see it, okay?”
Yuji took a few steps forward, his footsteps slow and deliberate. “I don’t get it.” He gently stopped you from putting the bandage back on, his hand lightly brushing against yours. “What’s so bad about it?”
You swallowed hard, still avoiding his gaze. “It’s a part of me I’m not proud of,” you admitted quietly. “I didn’t want you to see it because I didn’t think you’d like it. Or me.”
He was silent for a moment, and you almost wished he would say something, anything, to break the tension. But then, when he spoke, his voice was softer than you expected.
“You think I’d stop liking you because of a scar?” Yuji asked, his words almost gentle. “That’s ridiculous.”
You finally looked at him, surprised by the sincerity in his eyes. “But it’s not just any scar, Yuji. It’s something I carry with me. A reminder of…” You trailed off, not sure how to explain.
Yuji stepped closer, cupping your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over the scar as if he was trying to understand it. “A reminder of what?” he asked, his tone gentle but insistent.
You took a deep breath, fighting back tears. “Of everything I’ve been through. The stuff I wish I could forget.”
His expression softened even further, his grip on your cheek tender as he pulled you into his arms, holding you close. “You’re still you, scars and all,” he said softly into your ear. “You don’t have to hide anything from me, okay? I’m not going anywhere because of a scar. You’re perfect to me just the way you are.”
A tear slipped down your cheek, and you let out a shaky breath, finally allowing yourself to relax in his arms. “You really don’t mind?”
“Of course not,” he replied, his voice full of warmth. “Scars tell stories. And yours? It’s part of your story, and that’s important to me.”
You smiled softly, feeling the weight of the secret you’d kept for so long lift from your shoulders. “Thank you, Yuji.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. “Now, let’s get something to eat. I’m starving, and I’m pretty sure you need to eat too, with all the emotions and stuff going on.”
You chuckled, wiping away the last of your tears. “You’re right.”
Yuji’s easy smile returned as he led you back to the kitchen. Despite everything, you felt lighter than you had in years. With Yuji, there was no need for hiding anymore.
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