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namodareads · 1 year ago

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ik this is a gojo fic but TOMODA MY BFF!!!! i really enjoyed the chemistry between him and reader 🥺 they r bffs in my brain. tomoda is funny and im glad he got mc to laugh 😌 and i like that gojo was jealous over it LMAOOOO. him pestering reader but we all know the truth ,':^) and i love that reader thought time passed quickly with tomoda whereas before no one else had been very notable 🥺🥺 and the fact that he wasnt sure abt switching !!!! 😭😭💕

The man gives you a gentle smile and you think that he truly deserves the world— a world you can’t and could never give him.

^ TOMODAAAAAAAAAAA hold my hand.

no but i loved gojo in this too. such a shit starter LMAOOO. reader being unable to help their attraction to him and also kinda hating it LMAO. real. GAAAAAAAAH BUT OK I RLY DID LOVE HIM IN THIS JUST !!! he's so goofy on the outside but the moments where he says 1 thing but means another and when hes teasing reader but also when he becomes a lil more serious 🥹🥹 AAAAAAAAAAAAAA ill be a gojo fucker for u niku. i like that the narration slowed down when it was gojo's turn and we got to see more of his convo w reader :3 AND i think its funny silly that they spent a chunk of it talking abt tomoda LMAOOO

and their convo ending on gojo suggesting hes jealous!!!!!!! RAAAAAAH !!!!!!!!!!!!!! eating him. laughed aloud when he plucked those cards from readers hand, he defs knew theyd come after him LOL. in my mind i like to think there mightve been a few others that were intending to give reader some cards, but then they saw gojo and they decided to choose peace 💀💀💀

but but but but 🥺 reader and gojo talking realistically abt having a non-sorcerer partner... man :( its smth the series doesnt really cover (i think, been a while since ive consumed the source material) but to think abt it and have it laid out!! at an event thats designed to meet someone new!! aaaagh! !!!!!! agony :(

ANF THE ALMOST KISS !!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAA SHAKING HIM BACK AND FORTH!! did i laugh when reader fell into the water? yes. was i in agony(/lh) that they didnt kiss? also yes. BUT AAAA HIM LETTING READER SPLASH HIM AGONY AGONY AGONY !!!! GAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!! im having so many big feelings dont mind me 🥺

When he speaks again, it's louder this time, "Give someone a normal, happy love. It's not like you're completely broken or anything like that."

^ what if i cried. what if i shed a few tears, huh. gojo reassuring reader of that when hes. well. gojo. man. MAAAANNNN. they both can give each other a normal happy love 🥺🥺🥺 GODDDDD AAAAAAAAA gojo holding onto reader 🥺🥺 FOR THE CLOSENESS !!!! THE PINING !! THE !!!! AAAAAAAA i need to know what the look on his face was when he saw reader wearing his blazer . im going to chew on him

hey lonely stranger (won't you meet my eye?) — reader x satoru gojo

notes: yes, hello, here it is, the infamous lonely stranger fic. i mentioned the idea a couple months back to @willowser i thought i'd write it after finishing shine on the sea, but as usual, where gojo is concerned i'm eating my words. title comes from this song. i apologize for me love of weeb music. anyway. i hope you enjoy.

contains: fem!reader (no pronouns, no physical description), typical annoying satoru gojo antics, the faintest hint of possessive/jealous gojo, unresolved romantic tension, allusions to canon typical violence

wc: 6.4k [ao3 link; account required]

There are a lot of places where you’d expect to run into Satoru Gojo.

A match-making party is most definitely not one of them.

First of all, why is he even here? You have no doubt that the world’s strongest sorcerer has much more important things to do than attend a match-making party. Not that he even needs to in the first place. Even without the status and the prestige that his family name brings, his looks alone are more than enough to get people to throw themselves at his feet. That being said, his personality is definitely off-putting enough to make some marriage candidates run the other way. So, who knows, maybe he does need help finding a spouse after all.

You grimace, watching in real time as some of the bolder participants make a beeline toward him, eager to mingle with objectively the most attractive man in the room before the event officially begins. Even from your spot across the hotel ballroom you can see him basking in all the attention. Maybe that’s the real reason why he’s here.

After all, there’s no one who owns the limelight like Satoru Gojo.

Even though it is nothing new to you, there’s something about watching all these people fawn over him that makes you sick to your stomach. You tell yourself it’s because they’re being fooled by him and his offensively handsome face and not because you’re upset that he’s here.

You were actually kind of looking forward to this match-making party, but now you’re annoyed and it's all Gojo’s fault. You’ll have to avoid him as much as you can. It shouldn’t be too hard later on when everyone is free to converse with whoever they want, but before that is the speed dating portion. It’s an unfortunate inevitability that you will have to sit across from Satoru Gojo for two minutes of the hour-long speed-dating session, but maybe you’ll be lucky and maybe he’ll be one of the last, if not the last person for you.

In hindsight, you feel like you should have known better than to hope that luck would have your back when it’s always, always favored Satoru Gojo.

At first, you think it's merciful, sparing you from having to deal with him first. It would have really sucked for you to go through all your speed-dates in a Gojo-induced bad mood. But as he comes closer and closer one two minute interval at a time, you start to wish that you'd started with him first, and just gotten it out of the way.

Despite the threat of Satoru Gojo looming over your head, you do your best to focus on the people who come to your table. Two minutes is not a lot of time at all. Some seem to realize that and try to squeeze as much talking as they can in that amount of time. Some are paralyzed by it; awkwardly floundering for the hundred twenty seconds given to them. There are a couple people that you manage to enjoy a nice, albeit short, conversation with. Despite that, you still find yourself sneaking glances in Gojo's direction, hyper aware of the dwindling number of people sitting between you.

The man sitting before you now, Tasuke Tomoda, you think his name is, leans in toward you and gestures for you to do the same. He's the last person separating you from Gojo and he's been pretty pleasant so far. so you do as he asks and move a little bit closer to him.

"So, uh, I've noticed that you keep looking over there." His voice is barely audible as he inclines his head just slightly in Gojo's direction. “At him.”

You inhale sharply. This guy is the first one who’s noticed, or, at least, the first who's decided to say anything about it. You feel a bit ashamed to have been caught, especially when you thought you’d been discreet.

Just as you’re about to offer an apology, Tomoda adds, “I’m not mad or anything. I mean… he’s quite the looker, isn’t he?”

Before you can stop it, you grimace and Tomoda catches it, his eyes widening in obvious surprise. “You don’t think so?”

You don’t need to think so; you know so— for as long as you have been unfortunate to know him, Satoru Gojo has taken great pleasure in flaunting his good looks whenever possible. You scowl and admit, your voice an annoyed sort of murmur, “His looks are fine, I guess, but his personality…”

You don't know where to begin and you don't know if you should.

Tomoda’s gaze flits toward Gojo and he moves even closer, whispering so quiet that nobody else can hear. “...yeah, he does kinda look like an asshole, doesn’t he?”

You reel backwards, laughing so loud that everyone else can hear. Embarrassment flashes throughout your entire body when you realize that both couples on either side of you have gone completely silent and four pairs of eyes are now on you and Tomoda. Oops. Immediately, the both of you bow your heads in unison to one couple, then the next (with you taking great care to not look at Gojo).

Once their conversations resume, you give Tomoda an apologetic smile. “Sorry ‘bout that."

"It's fine!" Tomoda gives you a good natured sort of chuckle. "I'm just glad to have gotten a laugh out of you."

You blink, confused. "Why?"

His cheeks turn a light shade of pink and you think it’s kind of cute. “Well, it’s just that I think—"

You lean in.

"—that you're really—"

The bell signifying to change partners echoes throughout the event hall, startling Tomoda out of whatever he was going to say.

Has it really been two minutes already?

Tomoda starts to rise to switch seats, but he looks conflicted, like he still wants to say his piece.

"Wait," you tell him and you're not sure if it's because you want to delay Gojo's inevitable arrival or because you actually want to know what Tomoda was going to say.

He stops, his mouth half open. Tomoda stares and you see the hesitation swimming in his eyes. It only lasts a second though and his mouth shuts as he makes his decision. He takes a deep breath and—

"Excuse me!"

Your stomach lurches at the sound of the playful voice you know far, far too well. Tomoda looks like his soul is about to leave his body rather than his words. Slowly, reluctantly, you both turn your heads to look at the interloper.

You’d tried not to pay too close attention to Gojo when he’d walked in, but with him practically in your face right now, your eyes can’t seem to help but be drawn in. It feels like he really went all out tonight. His suit fits him perfectly, accentuating his long legs and slender yet built figure. The colors compliment his pale, flawless skin, his snow white hair and his infamous sky blue eyes. Gojo’s entire look is completed with a pair of sunglasses, over which he’s peering down at you and Tomoda.

There’s something about the amused glow in those dumb eyes of his that manages to royally pisses you off. You scowl at him, but he ignores you, his expression unchanging as he directs his attention to Tomoda.

"It's my turn now, you know," Gojo points out and while his tone is friendly enough, both you and Tomoda can clearly hear what Gojo is actually saying.

Leave.

"Right! I'm really sorry about that!" Tomoda exclaims as he basically leaps out of his seat and scrambles over to the next table. His table mate stares— not just at Tomoda, but at you and Gojo as well. You can feel the pair on the other side staring too.

Fucking Gojo.

He is completely and unwholly unbothered as he plops down in the seat opposite you, a self-satisfying smile plastered to his face. Annoyed, you cross your arms over your chest and huff, “Did you really need to cause a scene?”

“Hey, you started it,” Gojo says with a chuckle. “Actually, I think you were so loud that everyone heard.”

“Shut up,” you hiss, throwing your most venomous glare in Gojo’s direction, hoping that, for once in his damn life he listens.

Naturally, he doesn’t.

“So, what’d that guy say that was so funny?” Gojo’s tone is casual, almost nonchalant as he leans in your direction. He reaches up with one hand to adjust his glasses, pulling them down just enough to reveal the shocking blue of his eyes staring you down.

You know he means to disarm you this way, to make you spill, but you manage to hold your ground. “Who knows? That’s between me and him.”

Gojo tilts his head to the side, still smiling as he responds. “Oh? You into that guy?”

“And if I was?” you ask, your words nearly a challenge. In all honesty, you don’t know if you can say if you’re into Tomoda or not. He’s certainly made the biggest impression out of everyone you’ve talked to so far and you wouldn’t be against hitting him up during the free talk section of the event. Who knows? Maybe you just need to talk to him a little more to find out.

“Hate to break it to you, but it’s not going to work out.”

“You don’t know that,” you shoot back, feeling defensive because Gojo doesn’t know. There’s no way he could. His stupid Six Eyes can see a lot of things, but the future is not one of them.

“I do actually,” Gojo responds simply. His voice is even, with none of his characteristic smugness woven in. That being said, you think you catch the meaning in his words and it angers you even more. Just because you’re a sorcerer that doesn’t mean your dating pool needs to be confined to the members of jujutsu society. You know a few sorcerers who have dated, and even married non-sorcerers.

“Wrong! You don’t know anything,” you insist viciously and if you were anywhere else you’d be just about ready to start throwing punches. You’ve never beaten Gojo in a fight (except maybe once, but you don’t count that because you know he threw that fight), but he’s always down to brawl with you.

“I happen to know plenty of things,” Gojo grins at you, pleased and you watch, in real time, as his delight turns devious. “Like I know that you were checkin’ me out earlier.”

Your entire body heats up and you’re not quite sure if it’s from rage or embarrassment. Another eyeful of the smirk on Gojo’s face is enough for you to decide that it must be rage. “I was not.”

“You so were,” Gojo teases, infuriatingly gleeful in his retort. “I totally get it, and it’s completely okay if you want to tell me how sexy I look tonight.”

“Hell no!” you almost yell, ignoring the growing heat in your stomach. Has it been two minutes yet? There’s no way that this clown’s time isn’t up yet. You glance at the big timer the event’s organizers have set up and… you still have half a minute with this fool.

It’s going to be the longest thirty seconds of your goddamn life.

“Come on,” Gojo nudges at you in that playful tone of his, seemingly determined to use every second he has to annoy you. “Don’t you want to tell me?”

“For someone as confident as you claim to be, you sure are desperate for validation,” you dead pan.

He ignores you. “Okay, okay, since you're feeling shy, I'll go ahead and say it: Satoru Gojo is the hottest guy here!"

You think you're going to hurl from all the second hand embarrassment. It's not like it's unnatural for Gojo to be so unashamedly confident but at an event like this you think it's probably a big no-no. "Gojo?"

“Yes?” He sounds chipper, like he thinks you’re going to compliment him after all, but when it comes to Gojo, you live to disappoint.

“Why the hell are you even here?” you ask in exasperation. Gojo has fifteen or so seconds left but you figure you might as well get something out of this exchange with him, “I doubt someone like you has a need to come to things like this, so why?”

A surprised look flashes across Gojo’s features, but he quickly conceals it behind a mischievous smirk. "You jealous?"

He punctuates his question with a wink and you roll your eyes. "As if.”

“Uh huh.”

Five seconds left. “Maybe the jealous one here is actually you.”

You don’t entirely mean it when you say it; you really intend to make one last dig at Gojo before he moves on to the next person. Plus, you don’t even really think it’ll affect him all that much, things like that never really do. At least, you’ll get the last word here.

Or that’s what you think. You should have known better.

Gojo flashes a smile at you and for a few seconds you completely forget what breathing is. You’re used to playful smiles and teasing smiles, but the look that he’s giving you right now is different somehow. There’s something about the curve of his lips, about the borderline gentle glimmer of his crystalline eyes that sets your heartbeat into a frenzy.

Just as you remember how to breathe, he speaks, stealing your breath away all over again, “Who knows. Maybe I am.”

The bell finally rings, telling you that your two minutes with Satoru Gojo are now over, but you barely even register it— your eyes fixed on the man before you.

Just like Tomoda, before him, Gojo lingers, and he looks almost a little pleased with himself. The familiar expression snaps you out of your stupor and you glower at him, shooing him away like he’s unwanted.

Like you don’t want him to stay.

Like you don’t want to ask him what in the world was all that about.

Because you don’t, you really don’t. There’s no need to, you tell yourself. It’s just another one of the whacky mind games Gojo likes to play with you.

But even as the next person sits down across from you, you can’t get the look on Gojo’s face out of your mind. Even as they introduce themselves, the only thing you hear are Gojo’s last words.

“Who knows. Maybe I am.”

That’s crazy talk. He had to be fucking with you because there’s no way. No way that Satoru Gojo, of all people, would feel jealous.

Even though you know that, you can’t get what he said out of your mind and before you know it, the speed dating section of the match-making event is over and you don’t remember a damn thing about anyone who came after Gojo.

You’re annoyed. You’re so fucking annoyed that you wasted so much damn time thinking about that stupid blue eyed bastard, but it’s fine. It’s completely and totally fine, because you still have the free talk session. If you’re lucky, one of the people who came to you after Gojo will be interested enough to come chat you up and give you the chance to make up for the fact you had temporarily lost your mind thanks to one Satoru Gojo.

And if you’re unlucky… Well, you’re confident in the thought that it should be fine to seek out Tomoda. In fact, you decide to do that first. Better to just go for it than wait around. You survey the ballroom that you’re all in and you catch sight of the man off to the side, looking around somewhat shyly.

Is he looking for you?

You don’t want to get ahead of yourself, but it’s a nice thought. Nice, but… You shake your head; you don’t want to think about him right now. Before the traitorous thoughts can sneak back into your mind, you march over to where Tomoda is standing, tightly gripping the cards in your hand. At the beginning of the event, the staff had handed these cards out, instructing everyone to fill them out so that you could easily exchange contact information with anyone who caught your interest. And since Tomoda’s the only one who qualifies, it’s only natural that you give him one.

A relieved smile spreads across his features when he notices you and it makes you think that he really was looking for you after all.

You offer him a small smile of your own. “Hey.”

“Hi!” he squeaks and his expression turns a little sheepish.

You tilt your head in confusion. "What's up?"

"Just… a little surprised that you came to find me.”

"Huh? Why?"

Tomoda frowns, looking conflicted and, finally, he answers in a slow voice. "Well, that really handsome looking asshole seemed like he was really into you."

You blink.

Huh.

Huh?

Huh!?

You nearly double over in laughter. No offense to Tomoda but the thought is just flat out ridiculous. Satoru Gojo is into you? No way. Absolutely no way in hell. Not in a thousand, no, a million years would Gojo seriously—

"Who knows. Maybe I am."

Suddenly, your mouth is dry, your laughter dying in your throat as Gojo's words echo in your head yet again. There's no way he was serious then, right? He only said that to mess with you, to get the last word in, because there's no way, definitely no way…

You take a deep breath to compose yourself. Tomoda is still there and you're grateful that he hasn’t walked away thinking that you’re completely out of your mind. You take another breath, just in case, before you attempt to say anything. "What makes you think that?"

"Other than the obvious?" Tomoda asks, his tone a touch dry, and you frown, remembering how Gojo had made a scene earlier.

"...yes," you finally grumble when you realize that Tomoda is actually looking for an answer. "Other than that."

For some unknown reason, he seems hesitant to say anything further, but you gesture at him, urging him to speak. "Well, he… I noticed that he kept looking over at you after his turn.”

"That's because—" you start but then stop short when you realize that you actually have no answer. Your brain goes into overdrive trying to think of some kind of explanation, some kind of reason as to why Gojo would possibly…

"Who knows. Maybe I am."

The words are louder now. Almost deafening.

Still, you try to block them out.

"That's because he said something before we switched," you say desperately, like you’re grasping at straws. "I think he was just trying to fuck with me for the hell of it and, I don't know, maybe he kept looking to see how good of a job he did?"

Your lame explanation doesn’t seem to convince Tomoda. It doesn’t really convince you either. You rifle through your thoughts, trying to find some other possible reason, but everything you find seems to support Tomoda’s claim that, somehow, some way, Satoru Gojo is into you.

Tomoda looks like he’s trying to figure it out too, his expression contemplative. "...do you mind if I ask you a question?”

"...go ahead, shoot."

"You two knew each other before this, right?”

"Unfortunately," you admit begrudgingly. "But I didn't know he'd be here tonight."

Tomoda hums and nods his head slowly as he takes your words into consideration. He pauses, and then starts nodding again, quicker this time and you wonder if he’s figured something out. His expression shifts and you recognize this look; it’s the same as earlier when he was leaving your table. There’s something he wants to say, but he’s not sure if he should.

You have the distinct feeling that you're not going to like whatever it is, but still you push him to say it all the same. "What is it?"

Tomoda stares at you. Given the fact that this is a match-making event, you would expect some level of agitation or annoyance on his part, but the only thing you see in his bright, kind eyes is a curious glint. "Are you into that guy?”

No.

That's what you expect to say because that’s what you always say, but when your lips part to answer Tomoda's seemingly innocuous question nothing comes out. Yet the word remains there, stuck to the tip of your tongue and you don't understand why.

Maybe it’s the earnest look in Tomoda’s eyes or the strange and irritating feeling that’s been lurking in your chest ever since Gojo spoke to you earlier, but something, something is holding your denial at bay. More than that, it’s bidding you to actually be honest with yourself.

Because deep down you know the answer, and, worse than that, you know it isn’t no.

The truth fills your mouth, the shape of it uncomfortable and heavy in your jaw. It’s almost too much to handle, to keep in; one slip of the tongue and you’ll end up spilling it everywhere. If that happens— when that happens, you won’t be able to take it back.

When that happens, you won’t be able to deny Satoru Gojo any more.

And truthfully, the thought of it frightens you. That’s why you’ve kept your feelings buried deep inside you. That’s why you’re here at this match-making event, seeking a love that doesn’t scare you shitless. That’s why you keep denying Satoru Gojo’s presence in your heart.

Are you into him? Do you have feelings for him? Do you love him? You think the more important question here is are you truly prepared to answer these questions? Are you honestly ready to confront the feelings you’ve kept deep in your heart and the reality that comes with that?

When it comes down to it… you’re not.

Not here and not now.

You clamp your jaw down and forcefully swallow your feelings, condemning them back to the confines of your heart. They settle there, still uncomfortable, still heavy, but you’ll deal with them later, when they are not threatening to free themselves from the cage of your mouth.

Decision made, you look Tomoda in the eye and declare, “No, I’m not.”

He stares back at you and you can tell that he doesn’t believe you. Not one bit. But if anything, you are stubborn, persistent even. You swing one arm toward him, thrusting one of your contact cards in his direction as an offering, a prayer that, even for just a little bit, he’ll indulge your delusions.

Tomoda looks conflicted, like he’s biting his tongue and his gaze flickers between the card and your face. Finally, it stops on your face. His eyebrows furrow together in what is clearly concern, “Listen, you don’t—”

He stops short when you throw up your other arm, presenting the rest of your contact cards to him. You mean to send a message in the gesture, though honestly, at this point it’s probably futile. Still, you have to try.

Tomoda’s eyes ease down to the three cards fanned out before him, but he makes no move to take any of them. Instead, he sighs, clearly sympathetic when he looks at you directly. You see yourself reflected in his eyes and you look more desperate than determined.

Once again, he opens his mouth to speak, but this time you beat him to the punch, and you plead, “Please.”

Tomoda doesn’t move.

“Please,” you insist.

He continues to hold your gaze before, eventually, his shoulders slump, a clear sign that he’s given into you. You smile wryly; this man is truly too kind for his own good. Hopefully, he lives a long, happy life, free from the curses that plague your day-to-day life.

“...it’s not going to work out.”

Gojo’s voice echoes in your head once more, almost mocking you, and your hands waver just a tiny bit. You didn’t need him to tell you because deep down you already knew. It’s still annoying, but you manage to keep the disdain off your face for Tomoda’s sake.

Besides, it doesn’t mean that you can’t be friends. You think that, at least, that much should be fine.

Having finally given into your demands, Tomoda starts to reach for your cards. Just as he’s about to grasp them, another hand, pale with long, slender fingers shoots out and swipes all three cards from your grasp. Your head whips up to look at the interloper and, of course, who else do you find but Satoru Gojo, his trademark grin plastered to his face.

“I’ll be taking these,” he announces casually, slipping your cards into his shirt pocket.

You gape wordlessly at him and he continues to smile at you like some sort of angelic devil. Then, as swiftly as he appeared, he turns on his heel and walks off into the crowd.

Slowly, you turn to look back at Tomoda, who turns to look at you. He seems as stunned as you feel, but you think he recovers first. The man gives you a gentle smile and you think that he truly deserves the world— a world you can’t and could never give him.

“You want to go after him, don’t you?” he asks. You can’t even begin to comprehend why, but he sounds almost amused. Is whatever’s going on between you and Gojo entertaining or something?

Scowling, you answer, “If only to beat his stupid handsome face in.”

This time you’re the one who’s made Tomoda laugh and it alleviates your annoyance just a bit. “Go on, then, I’ll be cheering for you.”

“It’s not like that,” you say automatically.

“If you say so.”

You sigh, ready to follow after that damn idiot, but before you do, you bow in Tomoda’s direction and tell him, earnestly, “I’m really sorry.”

He chuckles again and gestures for you to go. “Get going then, you don’t want to lose him.”

You feel like there’s some kind of double meaning in his words, but he’s right; if you linger too long you might not be able to catch up to Gojo. For good measure, you bow once more before taking your leave.

It’s lucky that Gojo is so damn tall— you spot him almost immediately, at the entrance to the ballroom. You trail after him, expertly weaving through everyone else in the room, but by the time you reach the ballroom doors he’s already gone.

Damn that man and his long legs.

“Excuse me.”

You turn to face whoever is speaking to you, actually hoping that it’s not a potential suitor. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, it’s one of the event staff.

“Yes?” you answer carefully, praying that they’re not about to reprimand you for the outburst you had earlier.

“If you’re looking for that handsome gentleman, he headed that way,” the staff member informs you, pointing down the hallway. At the other end you see a large sign indicating the hotel’s garden is in that direction. It’s a weird place for Gojo to go, but then again he’s just like that sometimes. Grateful, you bow to thank the event staffer before heading in the direction they indicated.

When you walk out into the garden, it feels almost as if you’ve been transported to another world entirely. The night air is cool on your face, and the loud chatter of the ballroom is completely gone, replaced with the gentle sound of running water. Maybe there’s some sort of fountain nearby. Looking around, you step further into the garden. You’re surrounded by a canopy of trees, their branches adorn with fairy lights that illuminate the area in a soft, warm glow. You remember reading that this hotel is a popular wedding venue and you wonder if this garden is where they hold the ceremonies. It would make sense, but it appears that no one is getting married here tonight.

There’s no sign of Gojo though.

The garden is pretty big, so you keep searching. As you walk, the sound of water grows louder and soon enough you find yourself at what has to be the center of the garden. Your entire body stills, your jaw nearly dropping as you take in the sight before you. The fountain you had speculated about turns out to be much, much larger than you thought. It’s really more like a stone pool than a fountain. It’s surrounded by decorative stone structures, which seem to be fountains themselves, feeding water into the pool. Finally, you take a step closer, and you notice the fountain is illuminated, giving the water a soft, ethereal glow. Running through the center of the pool, bisecting it, is a disjointed stone pathway, the steps spaced enough to reveal the water beneath, but close enough to prevent a bridal train or anyone not paying attention to where they’re stepping an unwanted dip.

At the end of the pathway is a small landing, a small, square island in the middle of the pool. The edges are decorated in flowers and decorative stone lanterns. It’s picturesque and you think that this must be where people exchange their vows and promises of everlasting love.

It’s here where you find Satoru Gojo.

His back is to you, and you could, if you wanted, turn back around and leave him here.

But you don’t.

You make your way toward him, carefully stepping onto the stone pathway as if you might slip or sink into the water beneath. When you’re sure of your footing you take a step forward, then another, and another. Just as you’re about to make it to the landing, Gojo turns around to face you. He smiles, and your entire body goes still at the sight. The look on his face is far softer, far sweeter than you’re used to. If you were crazy, you’d go so far as to say that it looks almost loving.

He takes a step toward you, and then another and another. With each step he takes, your heartbeat grows louder and more erratic, the sound of it filling your ears. Your eyes are fixed on Gojo as he approaches and you wonder if his infinity is up because it almost feels like the closer he gets the slower he goes.

But eventually, he does reach you.

Gojo looks down at you and you can see that amused sparkle in his eyes as he says, “Look who decided to join me tonight.”

The sound of his voice frees you from your daze and you glare at him. “Cut the crap, Gojo.”

His lips curve, forming an expression you’re more familiar with, one you’re used to wrangling. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb; it’s not cute,” you hiss, earning you the smallest pout from him. You ignore it. “Why’d you take my cards earlier?”

“I—” he begins, enunciating dramatically, “was saving you from a world of heartbreak.”

“Were you?” you ask, your voice less of a challenge than it was before.You can tell Gojo notices from the shift in his expression.

He doesn’t say anything about it though, and he continues, his voice dropping to something more somber, more serious. “It wouldn’t work out.”

You look into his eyes, staring at the endless sparkling blue sky within them and consider arguing with him, disagreeing with him because it’s like second nature to you.

But you decide not to.

Instead, you look away as you admit, “I know.”

Gojo doesn’t laugh or gloat and it makes you wonder if your confession surprises him. You don’t check though, and continue speaking, your voice low, “Tomoda's a nice guy. He deserves a happy, normal love and that's… not something I can promise him."

For as long as you are a jujutsu sorcerer, your life will always be in danger. Every mission carries not only the risk of death, but the chance that you won't even make it home in a body bag. The stress of that, the fear of it, isn't something you can carelessly give to someone else, especially not someone you’d want to spend the rest of your life with. You’d like to think it’d be different with another jujutsu sorcerer, someone who knows the reality of the world you’re part of, but even then you have your doubts.

"So," Gojo's voice is strangely quiet and you notice there's something, some emotion you don't recognize saturating his tone, "you into that guy?"

You sigh as you answer, honestly this time, "No. I'm not."

Gojo doesn't say anything in response— no wiseass quip, no pompous remark, nothing. You don't mind, but it's very odd for him to be silent.

Naturally, it doesn't last for long.

"You know," he drawls, his tone suddenly playful. "Even though I was obviously the hottest person in the room, you looked pretty good yourself."

It feels like all the air has been knocked out of you. The compliment, on its own, is strange because you can't even remember the last time Gojo complimented you, if he ever has, but more than that, where in the world did that come from? You know Gojo has a penchant for unpredictable behavior, but this is something else.

In your shock, you turn to face him, and you realize that the compliment was just the tip of the iceberg. He's leaning down, his gaze fixed on you, the blue glow of his eyes wiping the knowledge of how to breathe from your mind. His palm ghosts over your cheek, and though he's not touching you, you can still feel the warmth emanating off it. You are hyper aware of him coming closer, his face, his lips approaching yours.

No, no, no.

It has to be some illusion, some trick of the mind, because there's no way that Satoru Gojo actually wants to—

Bewildered, you take a step back and your foot manages to wedge itself in one of the gaps of the stone pathway. You wobble, thrown entirely off balance. Seconds later, you're falling sideways straight into the water.

Gojo stares down at you, actually looking shocked for once and you wish you had your phone out to take a picture. It doesn't take long for him to get over it and he starts to laugh uncontrollably.

You glare at him like a drenched cat and raise your hand to splash at him. Weirdly enough, he lets the water hit him, his infinity remaining inactive.

"Don't laugh!" you snap at him.

Of course, he keeps laughing.

You try to lift yourself out of the water, but the river stones beneath you are too slippery for you to get a good grip. If you reposition yourself you think you could do it, but if you do your clothes will be completely drenched and that's the last thing you want right now.

With an exasperated sigh, you ask, "Gojo, will you please help me?"

He snickers, "Wow. Didn't think you'd actually ask."

You glare at him.

"Okay, okay," he steps toward you and outstretches one of his hands for you to take. For once, you don't hesitate to take it and Gojo pulls you from the water with ease, but you think that maybe he uses a little too much force as you collide with the expanse of his chest.

This is too close! You try to take another step back, but Gojo is faster, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from moving.

"Careful," he warns and you think he's teasing you. Is it just you, or is his voice just a touch deeper than normal? Regardless, the sound manages to scramble your thoughts a little. "Or you'll end up taking another dip."

"...right," you mumble, trying to straighten your thoughts. "Thanks."

You think Gojo will let you go.

But he doesn't, and the two of you remain there, pressed close. You're sure the wetness of your clothes is spreading to his, slowly messing up that expensive suit of his. Gojo doesn't seem to care though, but maybe that's because it's just water.

"...you could do it, if you wanted," Gojo's voice is barely audible.

"Huh?"

When he speaks again, it's louder this time, "Give someone a normal, happy love. It's not like you're completely broken or anything like that."

You blink, confused. What is he talking about? Then it clicks and you explain, "That's not it."

Now it seems like Gojo’s confused for once. "Huh?"

"I meant… he’s a non-sorcerer, so…" you trail off, not wanting to explain. Gojo should be able to catch your drift.

He does. “Right, right. It’d suck for your non-sorcerer boyfriend if you were to just suddenly die a terrible and horrific death, huh.”

A little too well. “I think it’d suck for my sorcerer boyfriend too, if I had one.”

“That’s probably true, but if your boyfriend was a sorcerer, then maybe you’d die cruel and unusual deaths together. That’s romantic, isn’t it?”

“Actually, I think it’s kind of morbid.”

You think you feel Gojo’s arms shift, as if his grip is tightening ever so slightly around you. But then he starts to laugh and you figure it must have just been your imagination. You don’t really get why he’s laughing, though.

"What's so funny?" You ask when his laughter finally dies down.

"Nothing!"

You sigh. Should have known better than to think he’d give you a straight answer.

Gojo finally steps away from you, taking the warmth of his body with him and you dismally realize that you rather enjoyed him being so close. Desperately, you try to tell yourself that it’s because with him gone you’re remembering how cold and wet your clothes are right now and not for any other reason.

It's going to suck going all the way home like this.

You hear the sound of rustling cloth and as you look up you catch Gojo draping his giant blazer over your shoulders. It's warm and before you realize what you're doing you're tugging it closer around you, the scent of Gojo's cologne filling your nostrils. It’s nice you think, definitely expensive, but nice.

He stares at you, the expression on his face the strangest one yet.

"What?" you ask.

Gojo merely shakes his head again and it's obvious he plans to keep this to himself too. "Come on, let's go. Can't have you catching a cold now, hm?"

He grabs you by the wrist and starts to pull you toward the garden exit. And, maybe you're imagining it, but you think you might see the palest shade pink dusting the tips of his ears.

#gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen fic #writer: stellamancer #im eating him btw #i need to know what that face was bc i need to tease the shit out of him #going to bully him soooo hard /affectionate

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pathetichimbos · 3 years ago

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAA hello. I was wondering for just some angst where fhe reader literally has to slice their hair to get away from an escaped victim who wanted to hurt them. (I'd prefer to not mention length or type so it'll kinda inclusive?)

Cutting Ties

Includes: Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

SFW/Angst/Fluff/Hurt/Comfort

TW: Mentions of Violence, Threats of Harm, NSFW Implications, Freddy being a perv if you squint

...

AAAAAAAAA hello yes this is fun, esp cuz I just recently cut my hair (again) *que that one song ‘I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors’ fuckin country*

If there's anything you'd like changed or fixed, just lmk and I'll take care of it! I hope you enjoy!

Freddy Krueger:

When the victim gets their hands on you, Freddy sees red. Normally a cocky and confident killer, he's now terrified at the thought of you being hurt, or worse

The victim has their hand in your hair, any movement you make sending shock waves of pain through your skull as they harshly yank on you to make you stay in place

You take notice of the scissors on the counter beside you, and start running ideas through your head

You quickly grab the scissors, and in one quick motion, cut your hair and darted towards Freddy

Part of him wanted to make their deaths slow and painful, but he knew it was better to cut them short quickly, which is what he did

Afterwards, he's checking on you, making sure you aren't hurt, but quickly moves back to his sarcastic demeanor quickly, maybe it's to hide how scared he actually was, or maybe it was to make you laugh, either way, his normal self was back rather quickly

The first comment he made about your hair was rather,,, indecent.

"What the hell am I supposed to pull on now!?" "Freddy, I swear to God I will burn you again."

Overall, he'll probably just mirror how you feel

Sad about your hair? He'll be somewhat sympathetic and assure you that he still loves you with your new hairstyle

But all in all he doesn't actually care too much, because to him, despite his attempts to seem like an asshole, looks don't matter to him, as long as you're safe and happy, then he's happy

Michael Myers:

Michael had lost a victim, something that doesn't happen often

And when he found the victim trying to break down the bathroom door where you were hiding, he was beyond angry

After the victim was taken care of, you swung open the door and embraced him, a gesture he happily returned

When he noticed your hair now being significantly shorter, he's curious as to what happened

After you explained, he's furious

They broke into his home where his partner was and damaged them.

You had to calm him down again, but it wasn't easy

In his mind, you are his, and he is supposed to protect what is his, and he failed

He's angry at the victim and he's angry at himself, and he's not used to feeling anger because someone else was hurt

He may have to leave again so he can take his anger out on some unsuspecting people, but don't worry, he'll be back as soon as he's done to check up on you

He'll be softer and sweeter than normal, making sure that you're not hurt in any physical way, and if you're upset in any way he'll be there to comfort you in anyway he can

Turns out, Michael's not the embodiment of evil... Who could've guessed?

Jason Voorhees:

Jason's biggest fear is a victim getting their hands on you, and when it happens, he's terrified

He can't just attack them while they have you, he couldn't and wouldn't risk harming you in any way

But when he sees you take a knife to your hair and start running, the victim's done for

They're down in a second, no time wasted as Jason is immediately by your side, fretting over you

Are you hurt? Did they cut you at all? Are you bleeding anywhere? Are you--

His mind is running a hundred miles an hour and you and Pamela are both having to do your best to calm him down

"They're okay, Jason, they're okay. Don't worry, they aren't weak, they're alright."

After a few minutes he's more calm, but he's still worried and upset, how could he let this happen?

He's not going to be worried about your hair until the next day, instead spending the night fretting over your health and making sure that you're really sure that you're okay

When it does come up, he's first reaction is going to be "It's so cute!! Just like you!!! It looks great!!!!!!"

Even if it's completely uneven, he's going to tell you it's beautiful, and he's going to mean it

To him, everything about you is perfect, and nothing can ever be even somewhat unattractive about you, you are his world and he will never ever want to change a single hair on your head ;) pun intended

Bubba Sawyer:

When Bubba sees that a loose victim got a hold of you, he's panicking

His brothers are the ones that have to help you, given that Bubba is too frantic to be of any help at the moment

But during the process, you end up having to take a chunk of your precious hair out to get away and give Chop-top his chance to take the victim out for good

Bubba is immediately by your side, crying and babbling wildly in his own special language, holding you close

You didn't understand Bubba as well as Drayton did, but you could gather what he was going on about well enough

"I'm okay, Bubba, see, it's okay, I'm okay--"

It takes quite a bit of convincing for him to finally believe you and calm down, but he's still anxious the rest of the day

Similar to Jason, he's not worried about your new hairstyle, he's worried about you

But, when it does come up, he doesn't see an issue with it

If you're worried about hair y/n, he can always make you a mask with plenty of hair on it!!

If you get upset about it though, he'll be sure to comfort you, assuring you that his love for you will never change for anything, especially not this

You'll be treated like royalty after that, being showered in kisses and pampered, after all Bubba can't have you feeling down about any part of yourself, no matter what!!

Thomas Hewitt:

Tommy is livid when an escaped victim gets a hold of you, he's mad at the victim and he's mad at himself

How could he let this happen!? He's supposed to always be there for you, always protect you! What if you hadn't gotten away, what if he hadn't gotten there in time, what if they had hurt you?

How dare they try and lay a single harmful finger on you, did they know who you were!? You are Thomas' world, his precious love, his perfect person, how dare they ever even attempt to hurt you!?

He's immediately carrying you inside, there's no use in fighting it, for the rest of the day you are put in your shared room and taken care of, until Thomas is 100% sure that ever single risk is gone, you are not to come out of the room

"Thomas, I'm not made of glass! I can go to the kitchen myself!"

He's shaking his head, refusing to let you leave the room

As for your hair, he hates it

Don't get him wrong, in his eyes you are beautiful in every way shape and form, and if you had done it for any other reason, he'd love it

But to him, it's a reminder that he made a mistake that almost led to you being hurt, or even worse

Every time he sees you, his hands are in your hair and he's immediately beating himself up, his expression depressed and hurt

You'll have to spend a lot of time reassuring him that it wasn't his fault, and that you're okay, and that it's just hair, it's not some symbol of his failures

He'll start letting up on himself, but until your hair goes back to normal, he won't be able to help but blame himself for what happened

Brahms Heelshire:

Let's be real here, Brahms hates change

Which means he's going to hate your hair

After the grocery boy kept flirting with you over and over, Brahms finally lost his temper when he asked you out

He revealed himself and chased him through the mansion, and the grocery boy grabbed a hold of you, leaving you no choice but to cut your hair to escape into the walls

After he's disposed of, Brahms comes to find you in the makeshift room he had in the walls

He checks on you, but makes it very clear he's unhappy about your new haircut

"Sorry, Brahms, next time I'll just let him cut my throat."

"No!!! That's not what I meant!!!!"

He's going to pout after that, and insist that he gets to try and fix your haircut

Even if he's not good at it, he hates that the grocery boy was responsible for this change

After all, your his and he wants to be able to fix what's his, even if it's not good

Just let him try, Y/N, he'll throw a fit and give up after a few minutes and allow you to go to a hairdresser and get it fixed

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krshush · 3 years ago

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NWEWY update time!

[NWEWY spoilers up to W2D2, major WEWY spoilers also]

BITCH HELLO??? I have. MANY thoughts. but I JUST got to the start of W2D2 anD THEY DROPPED THIS SHIT? IT’S ONLY DAY 2

god. okay. OKAY.

SO.

Learning that Shiba is the Conductor makes me 100% certain Joshua’s on some ”keep your friends close, enemies closer” bullshit, because he and Mr. H knew abt the Shinjuku Inversion and I DEFINITELY think some Reapers showing up like hurt puppies to Shibuya after Shinjuku’s destruction is SUSPICIOUS and J def caught that

THAT SAID, he couldn’t save Neku during A New Day and insisted to Mr. H that Neku didn’t matter anymore, I wholly believe that was a lie, but to what end is a Big Question that hovers in my brain (though, given Mr. H also betrayed J to try and save Shibuya is... maybe bigger? HM) ((FOR ALL IT MATTERS NOW MR. H IS MIA HMMMMM))

SO MY THOUGHTS, CURRENTLY, are that Coco, Shiba & the Shinjuku Reapers are for some reason trying to destroy UGs? Started w/their own and have their eyes set on Shibuya now and have for awhile

Joshua and at least Neku also are trying to stop that.

Neku is stubborn and already did it once and WILL Do It Again (Threat), Josh is at least gotta be a petty bitch like “if I can’t destroy my UG, neither can YOU” but also J’s hands are tied as again like, a spy

I’m STILL?? I’m still thinking the Ruinbringers are like. Higher-Up Sponsored to tie up the Game OR Tsugumi, who I believe at this point might be the RB’s leader, is being led on by the Shinjuku Reapers after she survived the Inversion, and they’re tying up the Game that way

I DO NOT KNOW what stake Coco or ESPECIALLY Minamimoto have in this Power Play Game.

Coco (my detested 💕) HAS briefly shown up as of W2D2 after being gone for presumably the whole 3 years after she killed Neku and she’s waiting for someone and wants to help her “dearest friend”. I believe from the Trailers and articles, her friend is Tsugumi but... how does that equate to Neku’s Death (remix)?

AND THEN. MOTHER FUCKIN SHO MINAMIMOTO. BITCH. I am not surprised at ALL that he leaves after he gets all the “data” or whatever on what’s going on w/Rindo. Is he also hunting Neku down? Or was Coco at the End of A New Day right and Minamimoto IS ACTIVELY CURRENTLY Neku’s partner while they both try to save the City?

Because, in fairness, while Sho’s always on his own bullshit for his own reasons ONLY, Mr. H did literally become a Fallen Angel to tell Sho who the Composer was, teach him how to make Taboo Noise AND fix his Revival Sigil so Sho was Alive and Tabootified to go face Joshua. SO LIKE... Mr. H, for God Knows Why, believed Sho an option to replace Joshua and keep UG and the city alive presumably. Was that faith misplaced? Or was it right and Sho is now working to keep it from destruction also?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

BECAUSE ALSO. ALSO! SO. The tagline of this game in one of the trailers was “only the possibility of you can change our fate.” which is like, clearing spinning on Rindo’s Replay ability (the fact they call him a “Replayer”... the layers in that title djkfh) but then like. It’s Important. That he changes fate, but does so very clearly by talking to more people, trying to understand other characters more (whether benevolently or with combat strat intentions) is important.

And the Reaper pins (contrast to the Player Pins everyone else has, HMM) Rindo and crew have awoke Other Latent Powers than the standard Players have generally. Were these given out on Very Rare Occasions and, as the Game reached a stalemate, was Team Save Shibuya (Neku, Josh Probably, Sho???? OTHERS??) looking for someone with this particular power and found it in Rindo, and so now all this weird shit is following him??

I can’t even talk abt Mikagi, he still has to be Swallow and if Tsugumi isn’t the Ruinbringers’ Leader, I think he is at this point. But also something Weird’s gotta be happening w/him if he’s been in the UG but also playing this FanGO game for Rindo to know him jkdhfg

TOO MANY THOUGHTS HEAD TOO BIG I’M JUST !!!!

#K.R. shush #K.R. can't play NWEWY #no one correct me on anything I do not see any spoilers I do not See it I'm just vamping alone until I get to the end #and then get the Secret Reports #AAAAAAAAAAAAA #NTWEWY spoilers /

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hawaiian-has-moved · 4 years ago

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Do itttt brag abt ur partner!!

Oh we going more, okay! Well obviously he’s fucking gorgeous. Like ugh the moment we meet in person I’m planting 1,000 kisses all over his face. He’s literally perfect in absolutely every way. He laughs at my jokes or when I have trouble getting out the words I’m trying to say, and his laugh just makes me melt. When he’s embarrassed he says “Oh my goodness” in the cutest way. His joy is warm and yellow in my mind. His art also reflects so much of him. Not what he draws, more of his style. It’s such a cute style and it reminds me of how cute he is if it makes sense. More so of a joke, but we also both find it funny that we just:

Beetlejuice kinnie 🤝 Adam kinnie *starts dating*

But all in all I love them so damn much. Like fuck their my everything. He just AAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Wow. All mine. :)

ily @chrisrambles

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normal-thoughts-official · 4 years ago

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gOd. imma dump this here bc idk where else to go with this but. consider: el chico del apartamento 512 by selena inspired malec au. i think it’s generally a very sweet song and i can see magnus being a bi disaster over his new neighbor but holding back for Reasons (enter: trauma, uGh). very briefly mistaking izzy as alec’s partner and realizing he’d been crushing bc suddenly he’s very disappointed oh no but alec is his new FRIEND and he isn’t even sure alec’s queer or single or interested??? meanwhile, alec: “he’s so kind and funny and gorgeous. unbelievable.” maybe... alec asks him out on a date and magnus mistakes this as a friendly hang out?? no angst necessarily, but yes pining as alec kisses his cheek goodnight or smthn bc from magnus’ signals it seems like he wants to take it slow (meanwhile magnus doesn’t even KNOW this is a date) and they’re both like *sigh* but for different reasons obv. idk how long this goes on or if it’s even plausible tbh bc alec? not being 1000% transparent after he lets himself go for what he wants? unheard of. but then again: magnus still struggles with being undervalued by romantic partners and his friendships are beautiful and loving, so to him, alec cares for him very strongly, yes, but it must be totally platonic, right? hhhhhh i could go on

!!!!!! omg yes!!!!!!!!! also seriously keep dumping your stuff here this is literally all i want out of running this blog like i love these ideas

hell i can even incorporate that into that witch au i wrote a few days ago lmao like after a while they become friends and shit and somehow magnus hasn't met izzy before so when he does see her he's like "oh no" and realizes that maybe he has a crush on the weird grumpy guy who hears him ramble about witch stuff and genuinely worries about his business losing clients because of the mixup

but also ugh yeah i love me some "character A thinks it's a date and character B doesn't realize" shenanigans. and while you are absolutely correct about alec being 100% transparent he's also a respectful king so i totally think if he thought magnus wanted to take it slow he'd want to take it slow. also magnus is stupid and doesn't know how to take alec's very clear and intense attention so he's just like. oblivious. alec will straight up make him a declaration and he'll be like "ah yes... platonic friends. i wish he meant it the way i want him to </3" like an idiot lmao

like the misunderstanding would probably not last long but it would be great while it did if i do say so myself. then eventually alec sits him down to have a Talk like "do you really want to keep this going? i don't want you to feel forced into this or something" and magnus is like "hm?" and they sort it out aaaa

and alec is all like "oh my god did i not make it clear i was into you? this is so embarrassing i thought you wanted to take it slow and i was worried maybe i was coming off too strongly or something" and magnus is like "NO i mean im usually the one who comes off too strong" and they both get to be dramatic in love bitches with each other <3 aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

#not sure this is coherent but UGH tell me more #ask #anonymous #malec #sh

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itscookieoverlordtoyou · 4 years ago

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t nejilee owo

Miraculous Encounter

From an ice cream artisan’s negative emotion a monster arose on Pont des Arts. In an instant, the creature laid its rampage: covering everything in its passage in ice cream. Highly inconvenient really. Nonetheless, at the sight of trouble, Paris’ heroic duo is quick to jump in action.

“Why now of all times? I can’t lose this job!”, deplores Coccinelle as he meets up with Malchance on top of a roof.

“Late on rent again?”, she asks already knowing the answer.

“When am I not…” They swing from building to building to catch up to the monster.

“If Coccinelle and Malchance received a dollar for every time they saved Paris, we wouldn’t be struggling to make ends meet. LEFT!”

Malchance yells out that last part to her partner. Coccinelle swiftly turns left and punches the humanoid ice cream’s finger off, it slowly grow back. The dance begins.

“I took a job far below my qualifications”, says Coccinelle while dodging sorbet projectiles.

“I feel you; anything’s better than unemployment”, agrees Malchance breaking the waffle glove the monster wore.

“At least the guy I like works there.”

“Did you mean me?” asks a man appearing suddenly.

“The Monarch!”, They both call out jumping away.

“My Coccinelle, as pretty as ever!”

“Shut up!”

“Coccinelle!”, Malchance calls out to get his attention, “The ice cream scoop the monster’s holding has to be where the akuma is hiding.”

“Take care of it, I’ll handle the Monarch.” Malchance nods and takes off leaving them alone.

“I missed you, so I thought André’s glaces de l’amour could help us reunite”, teases the Monarch.

“Solid logic”, retorts Coccinelle kicking ice cream at his adversary’s face.

As the Monarch jumps to his left to dodge it, he’s met with the hero launching at him. He blocks the punch in time but not the kick that follows.

“Alright, let’s make this short and sweet; I don’t have time to deal with you today!”, says Coccinelle before summoning his lucky charm. The ladybugs gather and give him a golf club.

“What are you going to do with that?”, taunts the Monarch.

Coccinelle can think of one way to use it, but that’s probably not its miraculous intended use…He would’ve looked around to think of another way if it weren’t for the Monarch launching at him. He quickly counters his attack, but his club flies off. Whether it’s to defeat the ice cream monster or the Monarch, Coccinelle still needs it, but his enemy is blocking his way. He runs towards him; as the Monarch swings his cane, Coccinelle jumps. He lands on the cane successfully bringing in it and its wielder to the ground and jumps one last time to retrieve his club.

Unfortunately, Coccinelle realized too late that in doing so, the Monarch had seized his yo-yo. Coccinelle’s unsure which is worst, but he also needs it back pronto!

The Monarch unrolls the string and gets into a fighting stance. Well, if it’s a fight he wants, who is he to deny it. Coccinelle quickly gets in position and initiates the fight. Their spar is a mess of punches, kicks, and counter kicks, Coccinelle fights as swiftly as he can, but he can hardly land a blow. What’s worse, the Monarch takes immense pleasure in reeling him in with the yo-yo string.

Something about the Monarch is different today. Or maybe he’s the one who’s off his game? Coccinelle can’t quite put his finger on it. Suddenly, he sees it: an opening. A feint, a punch, and a trip later, Coccinelle has his opponent pinned down. The monarch smiles and with a swift roll followed by a strong kick, throws the Coccinelle away towards the Pont des Arts.

“Does your thingy come back like a boomerang?”, the Monarch asks before hurling the yo-yo in his direction. Coccinelle tries to catch it, but he’s slowed down by the string entangling him. He fails and the yo-yo flies through the bridge’s railing.

As soon as it comes back, the Monarch grabs it and pulls with all his strength. The string tied around Coccinelle’s wrist tightens around one of his legs and forcefully restrains him to the bridge. This is bad, Coccinelle realises, he has to escape, he cannot allow himself to be fully immobilized because then, the Monarch will be free to steal his miraculous. His free hand is suddenly pinned to the railing with the Monarch’s cane. Not good…

The Monarch steps forward.

Coccinelle’s desperate at this point. He struggles to get away, but the Monarch’s advance is inevitable. With all the strength his position allows him, he tries to kick the monarch away, but he easily grabs it and holds it firmly at his side. So much for a last stand…

“That’s what I love about you: you never give up”, whispers the Monarch uncomfortably close.

What?

“Bop”, says the Monarch lightly bouncing his index on Coccinelle’s nose.

The Monarch then smiles. If he didn’t know better, Coccinelle would say it’s a genuinely happy smile. But that can’t be it, right? The Monarch is their nemesis, an enemy who seizes every opportune negative emotion to terrorize the city, a menace bent on possessing the miraculous for his greedy needs, a villain whose ultimate plan must never be allowed to see the light of day.

“I’ll see you next time, my beautiful Coccinelle.”

With that, he steps away and a swarm of monarchs cover the Monarch’s escape. Malchance arrives soon after.

“What happened?”, Malchance asks kneeling to free her partner,

“The akuma was called back, I thought maybe you defeated the Monarch, but clearly something else went down.”

“I don’t understand it either. He had me completely immobilized, you were too far to come to my rescue, he could’ve taken my miraculous. But he didn’t: he smiled and left…It worries me how uncharacteristically our encounter went.”

“I’d say he was off his game, but I mean look at you. Kinda funny, though.”

“What could possibly be funny about our close call?”

“He has a thing for you and here you are tied to Pond des Arts: love lockets bridge...”

“That’s his game; flirting. But it doesn’t mean anything!” It doesn’t mean anything he repeats to himself.

“Who knows what goes on in his head…Five minutes before clean up?”

“Yeah, see you next akuma, Chance.” She turns around so he sees her roll her eyes, “Malchance.”

They part ways. Coccinelle heads back to work. When he’s close by, he finds a nice isolated corner to call out his creation powers and restores the city to its glory.

“Spots off.” After the words are uttered, the little kwami re-emerges from the earrings she inhabited. Tikki grabs the macaroon her wearer produces and hums happily as she eats.

“What do you make of our encounter with the Monarch?”

“Don’t worry, Neji. I’m sure our next time will go better.”

“Yeah…Well Tikki, time to get fired!”

Neji enters back to the café to face his doom. To his surprise, his new employer’s quite understanding about the excuse he provides.

“Don’t worry! I have other employees who are absolutely terrified of the Monarch’s attacks. I myself was outside enjoying a mountain of ice cream that fell nearby. Go to the kitchen, someone probably reappeared from their hideout by now; they can start your training.”

Neji thanks his employer once more and heads to the kitchen. There’s a man busy washing the dishes who doesn’t notice him, Neji recognizes him as the cute waiter he’s been crushing on for a while now. Gosh, how many times had he dinned there just to see him? Is he one of the employees who are afraid of the Monarch’s attacks? Neji feels an odd sense of pride knowing his heroic persona gets to protect him.

“Hey, I’m Neji!”

The man turns and smiles when he sees him, a smile he could live in Neji thinks.

“Hi! I’m Lee. You’re the new guy? Don’t worry, things here run smoothly. Come on, I’ll show you around.”

Neji follows Lee as he shows him everything in the café. When they’re back in the kitchen, Neji notices a woman chopping fruits. Another co-worker!

“Tenten, this is Neji, he’s new”, introduces Lee.

“Oh, hey”, she says indifferently continuing her work.

“She’s a cook, so pretty busy. But she’s nice once you get to know her”, explains Lee.

“I just hope I’ll last long enough to actually get to”, Neji says that but he’s glad Lee’s the one who’s training him,

“You have no idea how many jobs these attacks have cost me.”

“Yeah, they can get pretty wild; it’s only natural to be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid.”

Lee is taken aback by the firmness of Neji’s statement, impressed.

“I just wonder about of this whole hero/villain stuff, what their motives are”, says Neji. He also wonders why he tells Lee that…

“Hero complex I always thought.”

“I meant the Monarch…”

“Oh. Fun”, says Lee without a doubt.

“Fun? What could possibly be fun about remorselessly putting people in danger?”

“Collaterals. Think about it, since everything returns to normal by the end of the attack, the Monarch’s actions are inconsequential. Therefore it’s like a recess where everything goes, a moment where chaos can be set free.”

“Provided the Coccinelle’s there to clean up, but what happens when the Coccinelle’s tired of playing janitor?”

“I don’t think that’s possible. That’s what I love about him, he never gives up.”

Neji looks at Lee, registering what he had said…for someone this cute; he sure doesn’t make a lot of sense.

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@alumort aaaaaaaaaaaaaa I did not forget you it just took me like a week to write, weesh the rarepairweek sucked me dry of ideas T^T i think imma take a break of writing because ouffff with that said it was really fun to write, hope you enjoy it and that youre doing well <3

@meloodles the nejilee miraculous au i was telling you about ^^

#wtf tumblr can you load text without making it a big chunk?????#nejilee #miraculous ladybug au #sorry for the long post #long post

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