#shoko: i wouldn't love either of you ever

[mrsgojosatoru]

tbh my tumblr url is mrsgojosatoru and you would never get me to confess that i loved gojo even if you tortured me if i went to high school with him. idk why people think shoko is behaving unrealistically in the leaks.

[starconchs]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

pairing: geto suguru x f!reader summary: moments between you and geto, and how you inevitably ended up in his bed. genre: smut, college au, ends in fluff, geto is whipped tbh notes/warnings: mdni, vaginal sex, squirting, creampie, praise kink!, mentions of womanizer gojo bc it makes me giggle, somewhat flirty geto, flirty gojo, shoko smokes, mentions of alcohol, first time posting smut pls be nice it's mid at best. rushed and barely edited!! yes this is a repost oops. wc: ~4.9k

i.

if someone had told you five months ago that you would eventually end up in geto suguru's bed, you would've laughed in their face.

the names geto suguru and gojo satoru were notorious across your campus, and yet you had never interacted with them before you met ieiri shoko. gojo satoru was known for his flirtatious tendencies, and with a simple smile and a flash of his bright, blue eyes he was able to get most people fall for him. he had no shortage of admirers or flings, and he took great pride in the fact that none of his short-lived romances had ever ended badly.

geto suguru, on the other hand, had rarely been seen pursuing anyone. there were rumors, of course, of the lucky individuals that had gotten to spend the night with him, but geto had never taken it upon himself to confirm or deny any of them.

you couldn't care less about either one of their love lives, but no matter what classes you took and no matter who you sat next to, they always became a topic of conversation.

"so, are you going?"

you looked up from your notes to see your seatmate— mika, you think her name was— looking at you curiously. you gave her a puzzled look, earning an exasperated one in return before she leaned in.

"to the party tonight?" she whispered conspiratorially. "you know, the one gojo and geto are hosting?"

"no," you replied, turning back to your notes in hopes of ending the conversation. the truth was that you were attending, you were just hoping to get in, get tipsy, and leave before anything interesting could happen. in addition to being attractive, gojo satoru was also loaded, and that usually meant that he supplied all the alcohol at his parties without demanding some sort of payment from anyone who attended. as a broke college student, who were you to turn down free alcohol?

"you should," mika continued, a soft giggle leaving her lips as she jotted down some notes. "i heard geto will actually be there this time. something about it being in his honor."

your nose scrunched at her soft sigh, and she gave you a look of disbelief when you remained unimpressed with her news.

"you know, he barely shows up to these things, even though he lives there," she pressed on, biting her lip as she giggles.

"look," you said, not unkindly. "i'm gonna be honest with you; i could not care less about either one of them."

mika huffed before turning away, and you sighed in relief when she made no effort to continue the conversation. you looked away when you hear a snort coming from your left, and you raised your gaze to meet a pair of tired, brown eyes.

"not a fan of gojo and geto?" the girl asked, earning an amused laugh from you.

"i wouldn't know," you replied truthfully, shrugging casually. "never met 'em."

you watched as the girl barked out a laugh at your response, holding out a hand for you to shake. "i like you. i'm ieiri shoko."

you gave her your name as you shook her hand, your conversation coming to an abrupt end when your professor walked in. you smiled to yourself when the lecture eventually ended, watching as mika hurried out of class after giving you an unimpressed look.

"so, are you really not going to the party?" shoko asked, falling into step with you as you left the building. you watched as she pulled out a pack of cigarettes, placing one between her lips before offering one to you. you shook you head lightly as she patted her pants pockets. "you wouldn't happen to have a lighter, would you?"

"of course i'm going," you replied, rummaging through your backpack for your lighter. you handed it to her with a smirk, earning a raised eyebrow in return as she lights the stick between her lips. "i'd be an idiot not to. i just wanted mika to stop talking."

"i guess i'll see you there," shoko mused, placing your lighter back into the palm of your hand as you came to a crosswalk. "look for me when you get there, yeah? you seem like good company."

you nodded your head as she waved, walking off in the opposite direction you were headed toward. you made it through the rest of your day without incident, making sure to grab an early dinner before taking a quick shower and lying down.

a quick glance at your clock let you know that it was nearing eight, and you sighed loudly before standing up and walking over to your closet to pick out your outfit. you took your time getting ready, music blasting as you finally slipped on your shoes and ordered a ride.

by the time you arrived at the party, it was in full swing. you could feel the bass thumping from where you stood on the sidewalk, and you quickly made your way to the front door in an attempt to escape form the cold wind.

you made a beeline towards the kitchen, resolving to get a drink first before looking for shoko. you hummed along to the song that was playing as you grabbed a cheap plastic cup, pouring yourself whatever what in the bottle closest to you. you slowly made your way out of the kitchen, raising the cup to your lips before catching sight of mika. you jolted lightly, placing your cup on the nearest table when you saw her turn your way before you ducked into a hallway.

a quiet grunt left your lips when you collided against something hard, and you felt yourself tilting backwards before a strong set of hands landed on your waist to steady you.

"woah there, are you okay?"

you glanced up to see geto suguru standing in front of you, an amused smile on his face as he studied you. you shot another glance into the main room, sighing in relief when you realized mika was no longer visible.

"yeah," you mumbled, straightening up and facing geto once more. "i'm good."

it was silent for a few seconds as geto followed your previous line of sight, his hands still resting comfortably on your waist. he turned back when you tapped his shoulder awkwardly, and you were met with the same amused smile still present on his face. he hummed in acknowledgement, looking down at you curiously as you leaned back slightly.

"you can let go now."

"my apologies," geto replied smoothly, his hands lingering for a few seconds before he pulled away. "just wanted to make sure you were okay. i'm—"

"i see you've met geto."

you peeked behind geto's broad frame to see shoko leaning against the wall across from you, and you watched as a look of mild surprise crossed geto's face.

"you two know each other?" he asked, earning nods from the two of you in return. the surprise on his face melted away into a charming smile, and he held his hand out for you to shake. "the pleasure is all mine."

you shook his hand lightly, nodding at him before turning back to shoko. you handed her your lighter wordlessly, and she gave you a grin before beckoning for you to follow her. the two of you exited out the back door, making your way towards the bordering fence as geto followed.

"i haven't seen you around before," geto commented casually, earning a suspicious look from shoko as he attempted to make conversation with you. he gave her a lopsided smile, tilting his head towards you briefly as shoko scoffed at him.

"don't go out much," you mumbled, giving him a dull look at you shrugged.

"why? overprotective boyfriend?" geto asked, earning an amused look from you at his boldness. you chuckled lightly, shaking your head as you crossed your arms.

"more like an overly comfy bed," you retorted, watching as he nodded at your words.

"i'm sure mine is comfier. i can show you, if you'd like," he responded slyly, a handsome smile on his face as he leaned in slightly.

"nah, i'm good."

geto blinked once, twice, three times at your words, staring at you in confusion as shoko's laughter rang in his head.

"what?" he asked dumbly, straightening up when shoko clapped him on the shoulder.

"i'm good," you repeated, giving him a small smile. "thanks for the offer but i'm here for the booze, not the guys."

"i've never seen this happen before," shoko breathed, stomping out her cigarette as her eyes lit up. "oh my god, i have to find satoru."

you watched shoko as she darted away, geto's eyes still on you as he composed himself. he shoved his hands into his pockets before backing away, still reeling from your rejection as you gave him one last look.

"i'm gonna go look for shoko," you mumbled, giving him a small wave before following after her. geto watched as you moved further and further away, his curiosity peaking as he waited for you to turn back and send him one last look. it never came, and he felt his stomach twist in disappointment.

ii.

"wanna grab lunch?" shoko asked, packing her stuff up as class ended. you nodded wordlessly, zipping your backpack up before slinging it over your shoulder.

"what did you have in mind?" you asked, heading towards the door.

"what about onigiri?"

you and shoko looked up to see geto by the door, his eyes on you as gojo stood beside him waving enthusiastically. a defeated sigh escaped shoko's mouth, and she hooked her arm with yours as she pulled you towards the two boys.

"only if you pay," shoko mumbled, not even having the energy to argue against geto. he gave her an innocent smile as gojo slung an arm over shoko's shoulders, effectively pulling her away from you as he shot you a curious gaze.

"have we met before? you look familiar," gojo asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you over his sunglasses. you opened your mouth to respond, stopping when he suddenly snapped his fingers. "i know! i've seen you in my dreams."

a surprised laugh left your lips as shoko groaned, and you grinned at gojo as you started walking.

"i totally haven't heard that one before," you commented, saying your name as gojo laughed.

"gojo satoru, but you can call me any time," he said, winking at you as you shook your head with a smile. you missed the way gojo stuck his tongue out at geto.

"don't get your hopes up," you replied, earning an exaggerated pout from gojo. you looked to your side when geto fell into step next to you, giving him a friendly nod as the two of you followed after gojo and shoko. you snorted as you noticed shoko's bored look, the occasional hum coming from her lips as gojo talked her ear off.

"how was class?"

you hummed when you heard geto speak, turning to look at him as he repeated his question.

"your class," he said quietly, glancing at you before turning back to look at his friends. "how was it?"

"it went well," you responded, eyeing him for a few seconds before following his gaze. "a little confusing, but shoko is crazy smart."

"she wants to be a doctor, y'know," geto said softly, a proud smile tugging at his lips. you glanced at him briefly, your eyes softening at the look on his face. "she's the smartest one out of all of us."

"i'm sure she'll be the best doctor," you said honestly. "if she ever quits smoking."

geto laughed at your comment, nodding in agreement as you came to a stop. you joined shoko at a table, nodding absentmindedly as gojo announced that he and geto would go grab the food.

"so?" shoko asked as soon as they were out of sight.

"so what?" you questioned, giving her a confused look.

"now that you've met geto and gojo," shoko began, waving a hand in the direction they had disappeared. "are you a fan?"

"they're not the worst," you admitted, receiving an amused hum in return. "they're huge flirts, but they're okay once you get past that."

shoko nodded in satisfaction just at the two boys reappeared, sliding into the empty seats next to you. you listened closely as gojo rattled off the different kinds they had gotten. you perked up when you heard your favorite ingredient, and you shyly asked if you could have that one.

gojo gave you a funny look before turning to shoko, mumbling something to her as geto held his hand out, the onigiri in hand. you thanked him with a smile, the four of you eating silently as you basked in the sun.

the silence was broken when gojo's phone went off, and his eyes widened briefly before he scarfed down the rest of his food and stood up.

"well we have to get to class," he proclaimed, tugging geto out of his seat before walking away. he paused briefly, sending you one last smile before waving. "it was nice to meet you! we should do this again, but it should just be me and you next time."

you rolled your eyes at his words, briefly catching the hard look on geto's face as you waved them off and turned back to look at shoko. she had the same funny look on her face that gojo did earlier as she looked at the two boys, humming thoughtfully before turning to you.

"you know, that's geto's favorite filling too," she commented, motioning towards your discarded wrapper with a tilt of her head. your eyebrows raised slightly, missing the insinuation behind her words as she sighed. "he always gets the same filling and refuses to eat anything else. i didn't think he'd actually give it to you."

you remained quiet after her statement, picking up the trash before tossing it into the bin next to your table. "there's a first time for everything, i guess."

"who knows," shoko mused, giving you a playful look as she stood up. "maybe he likes you."

iii.

shoko quickly became a constant in your life, and with her came gojo and geto.

"we're a package deal!" gojo had said when you made a comment about seeing them every single day. "you either get all of us, or none of us."

you couldn't find it in yourself to complain, especially not when the three of them turned out to be good friends. once you got used to the flirting, gojo was kind and funny, always knowing how to cheer you up. shoko was as blunt and honest as ever, and with her help, you were able to raise your grade in the classes the two of you shared.

geto was a different story. unlike gojo, he had never flirted with you after that night at the party, and you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed about it as you spent more time with him.

no one knew how, but you and geto quickly became study buddies. he was more serious than gojo, helping you stay focused, but less strict than shoko, who liked to use tough love to help you retain information. the two of you spent many afternoons at the library, sometimes joined by shoko or gojo, but mostly alone.

you quickly learned that geto was smart, almost frighteningly so, and he had a natural talent for teaching. his voice was soft and pleasant, his tone patient as you asked him to explain concepts you couldn't quite grasp. your study sessions usually ended in dinners together, grabbing whatever you could get from the university's food court.

he was also caring, always making sure to walk you home if your studying ran late. this often resulted in teasing looks from gojo, a pout on his face as he made kissy noises whenever the two of you would leave him behind. he always made sure you walked on the inner side of the sidewalk and he wouldn't leave you alone until he was sure your door was locked, and as the days dragged on, you found yourself becoming more and more attracted to geto suguru.

"you don't get it!" you complained, flopping onto your bed as shoko flipped through a magazine. "he's so— ugh."

"so ugh?" shoko repeated teasingly, watching as you tilted your head back to look at her.

"shoko!" you whined, throwing an arm over your eyes as you huffed. "i thought he was just a flirt. i didn't know he was this charming."

"this is hilarious," shoko commented, ignoring your glare. "remember when you turned him down?"

"he just wanted to hook up," you murmured, sighing softly before sitting up. "now that i've gotten to know him, i'm thinking i should've said yes when i had the chance."

"and who says you don't have a chance now?"

"he doesn't flirt with me!" you exclaim. when you see shoko raise her eyebrow, you elaborate. "he was flirting that night at the party because he was interested. he doesn't say anything that even remotely implies his interest in me anymore. the only one who flirts is gojo!"

"oh, geto definitely has an interest," shoko muttered, earning a curious glance from you. "look, he gives you his favorite foods, tutors you, and even walks you home. i've never seen him do that for anyone else. he wont even tutor satoru! and that's his best friend. if anything, you caught his interest when you turned him down."

shoko's eyes widened in panic when you pouted sadly, your expression falling as you took in her words.

"so he's only interested in me because i'm a challenge?" you asked quietly, earning a frustrated sigh from shoko.

"yes," she answered, getting a sad look from you. "but not in the way you think. he's never had anyone turn him down before you. and then he got to know you and he liked you. i don't think he wants to 'just hook up with you'. he wants to be with you."

"but what if—"

"trust me on this," shoko interrupted. you bit your lip hesitantly before nodding your head. "i think you should start the flirting. if he sees you're interested, then he'll reciprocate. i'm sure of it."

iv.

you felt a vague sense of deja vu as you stepped into gojo and geto's shared house once again, loud music playing as you weaved your way through the crowd.

you were on high alert as you looked for shoko, yet you still jumped when you felt a heavy arm wrap around your shoulders.

"hey!" gojo shouted, leaning in close to make sure you heard him over the loud music. "when did you get here?"

"a minute ago," you responded flatly, the faint smell of alcohol filling your nostrils as gojo hugged you. he giggled softly and you rolled your eyes with a smile, knowing he was probably already tipsy.

"who are you looking for?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he gave you a sultry look. "suguru?"

"no!" you denied, feeling your cheeks grow warm at the name. you averted your gaze, missing the way gojo's smile grew at your reaction. he guided you through the crowd and into the kitchen, coming to a stop when you saw shoko and geto leaning against the fridge.

"look who i found!" gojo proclaimed, pushing you in front of shoko and geto. shoko crowed your name with a smile, and you smiled back at her before glancing at geto. you froze slightly when you saw the way his eyes were trailing over your figure, taking in your outfit before his eyes settled on your face. there was a lazy smirk on his face as he nodded his head at you.

"hey," he greeted, his normal volume almost quiet in the loud room.

"hi," you replied, earning a groan from shoko. she walked forward, grasping gojo's arm before tugging him away.

"we're going outside," she announced, frowning when a noise of protest left gojo's lips. she flicked his forehead before glancing at you and geto, and a look of understanding fell across his face before he shut his mouth and followed after her without hesitation.

"you know," geto started, sighing as gojo disappears from sight. "something tells me they're not going outside."

"i feel compelled to agree," you grumbled, earning a chuckle from geto.

"i didn't think you were gonna come," he commented casually, turning to face you as you grabbed a bottle of water.

"oh you know," you said, shrugging half-heartedly as you took a sip. geto's eyes focused on your lips. "i go out occasionally."

"occasionally? why? got an overprotective boyfriend or something?" geto asked, his tone teasing as he repeats the same words he spoke when you first met. you grinned in response, putting your water bottle down on the counter as you crept closer to him.

"no, more like an overly comfy bed," you responded, your heart racing when he leaned down.

"i'm sure mine is comfier. i can show you, if you'd like."

"i would," you said, biting your lip when geto’s eyes widened. he paused briefly before slipping his hand into yours, pulling you out of the kitchen.

neither one of you noticed the way gojo and shoko exchanged a smug look as he led you upstairs.

v.

all of those previous interactions with geto suguru culminated into the position you find yourself in now: in his bed.

a gasp leaves your lips as geto's hands trail underneath your shirt, pulling the fabric up and over your head with one hand as he fondles your breast with the other.

your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as you give him a bruising kiss, feeling his hands slip behind your back to unhook your bra. a hiss leaves your lips as the cool air hits your nipples, and he immediately takes one into his mouth, warm tongue laving over your hardened nipple as you moan.

your hands tug at his shirt, and he separates himself from you briefly to take it off and toss it off to the side, his fingers immediately going down to his belt to undo it. your own hands tug at your pants, pulling your underwear along with it as you kick them off the bed.

geto freezes when he sees you sprawled on his bed, and he licks his lips before reaching our and grabbing your thighs, pulling you flush against his own before dipping a finger in between your folds.

"so wet and i haven't even touched you," he murmurs, enjoying the way you squirm at his touch. "all this for me?"

"yeah," you breathe, biting your lips when you notice geto's eyes darken. "all for you. i need you, geto."

"suguru," he corrects, fingers swirling around your clit as you gasp. "say it."

"need you, suguru," you whimper, watching him with rapt attention as he pumps himself a few times.

"are you sure?" he asks, watching the way you squeeze your eyes shut when the head of his cock brushes against your folds.

"i'm ready. i need you. i can take you."

geto breathes in sharply at your words, his eyes trained on your cunt as he pushes in slowly. you're perfect for him, your warm walls pulling him in as your face scrunches up with pleasure. a soft moan leaves your lips as he circles your clit, burying himself even further into you until his balls rest against your ass.

he remains still for a moment, getting used to feeling of you squeezing him until you start moving your hips against him.

"please move, suguru," you whine, your voice soft and needy in his ears.

"anything for you," he whispers, lowering himself down to kiss you as he intertwines a hand with yours. he swallows your moans as he pulls out, leaving only the tip in before thrusting into you at a harsher pace.

"feels good, suguru," you moan against his lips, your hand squeezing him as he picks up his pace.

"you feel so good, sweetheart," he whispers against your lips. "you're so tight. look at you, taking me so well."

you moan at his words, your cunt clenching around him as he praises you.

"been thinking about this since the night i met you," he confesses, burying his face into the crook of your neck. he lets go of your hand to grab your legs, placing them onto his shoulders as his thrusts get deeper. "i knew this pretty pussy would be perfect for me."

your hands grab at the bedsheets as he keeps a steady rhythms, and geto finds himself fascinated by the way your breasts bounce every time he thrusts into you. he watches as you arch after a particularly deep thrust, and he makes sure to repeat the motion, enjoying the way you mewl as he reaches the deepest parts inside of you.

"suguru!" you cry out, your legs trembling as his fingers tease your clit. "i-i'm close!"

"cum for me," he whispers, eyes focused on your face as you spasm around his cock. you moan softly as he keeps thrusting, helping you ride out your high before he pulls out. you're flipped onto your stomach before you can react, your legs trembling as you try to keep yourself up on all fours.

"do you think you can do that again for me, sweetheart," geto whispers into your ear, his lips trailing down the side of your neck as you nod. "lie down for me, yeah?"

you're squirming as you obey, your face down on the sheets as geto looms over you. his usual half-bun is messy and loose from your earlier tugging, and you can feel the long strands of silky hair tickling your shoulders. his hand feels heavy as it rests on the back of your neck, keeping you in place as the tip of his dick brushes against your clit. a breathy moan leaves your lips, and he smirks as he watches you, stilling momentarily before you feel the head of his cock prod at your folds once again.

you wiggle your hips in an effort to get him to move, whining softly as you try to turn back and look at him. he chuckles lowly, fingers brushing your hair away from your shoulder before he leans down to press a teasing kiss against it. he complies anyways, groaning as he sinks into you and enjoying the way your cunt seems to suck him in.

he wonders if you know that he could never possibly deny you anything.

"harder, suguru," you beg, clenching around him as he grinds into you. "please."

it isn't long until he gives in, rutting into you like it's the only thing he's good for, his balls slapping against your clit with each stroke and sending you into a state of frenzied euphoria. you can feel his hand pushing you down, your back arching obscenely as his other hand creeps between your thighs, skilled fingers expertly nudging at your clit.

"suguru, pleasepleaseplease," you gasp, wiggling your hips to try and get him to go faster. "more, please, i—"

geto knows. he knows exactly what your trying to tell him as he speeds up, the wet sounds of your cunt only spurring him on. there's a creamy ring at the base of his cock, and geto grabs at the fat of your ass in an attempt to stop himself from cumming right then and there.

"suguru!" you squeal, trembling underneath him. "i'm cumming!"

geto grins when you gush all over him, clear liquid spattering all over his abs and thighs, coating his dick and making it easier for him to slip in and out of you. he stills for a brief moment, a low grunt leaving him as he empties himself into you. you whimper softly when he pulls out, and he grabs your chin to tilt your face toward him, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips before leaning back.

"look at you, you did so good for me, gushing all prettily around my cock," he murmurs. he watches as you clench around nothing, his cum dripping down to your clit when you hear his words. he reaches forward to gather it all up, purposely teasing your clit to hear you moan once again.

he makes no complaint when you roll over and grab his hand, licking his fingers clean before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down onto you. the two of you exchange lazy kisses before he rolls over, pulling you onto his chest before giving you a soft look.

"i like you," he says quietly, squeezing your waist as he gives you another kiss. "you know that, right?"

"mhm," you mumble tiredly. "i kinda guessed."

you press another kiss to his lips before resting your head on his chest. "i like you too."

"good," he chuckles, burying his face into your hair. "we should probably get cleaned up."

"yeah," you agree, making no move to get up. the two of you lay in silence for a few minutes, almost drifting off to sleep before you hear a loud knock on the door.

"hey!" gojo's voice is loud through the door. "congrats on the sex!"

ty for reading <3 !!

[haeryna]

feeling so high but too far away to hold me ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ;༊

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summary: satoru and suguru come to a critical conclusion, but is it too late for them to mend what was broken?

tw: angst, homophobia, abandonment, mentions of (unintentional) self harm, mentions of illness, barely proofread

notes: title taken from halsey's "without me." all images were taken from pinterest and are NOT mine! i'm not sure if i like how this came out but oh well gotta get through it lol. banner is from @/cafekitsune!

Lately, Satoru has been thinking a lot more about you.

He shouldn't be. Choso's been on his ass for stupid mistakes, like a slight misstep during practice, or the way his voice wavers ever so slightly on notes that are well within his vocal range. Nanami grumbles a bit more when recording sessions extend even further. Haibara brings him an extra water bottle during practice. Even Sukuna is slightly nicer to him, as if he can see how much Satoru is struggling.

Satoru hates it. It makes him feel weak, because he knows now that he misses you more than his heart can bear. He has women throwing themselves at him left and right, so why does a girl from a town he left behind make something in his chest twist? By all accounts, Satoru is thriving. He has a wonderful relationship with his boyfriend, his boy group has broken record after record with each single they release, and Satoru has just signed onto a brand deal with Chanel.

(He knows you're not just a girl, you were his. The only person he could bear to share Suguru with, the only person who could see past his flirtatious facade and say, "It's okay, 'Toru, I'm here for you." He knows the reason why he forces himself to believe you would have only shunned him like his parents, is to run from the realization that he abandoned you in the most horrific way possible.)

It doesn't help that his managers handle all of his social media accounts, and go through all his mail. As soon as him and Suguru signed onto the same agency, their phone lines were decommissioned, and they were given highly protected personal phones. You wouldn't be able to reach him even if you wanted to. Hell, they barely even saw Shoko, and the only reason was because they were both the only people who trusted her to take care of their medical needs.

Suguru had tried, once, to ask about you, to get a way of contacting you. Shoko had looked him dead in the eyes, steel hidden behind soft brown, and told him that, "if you were just going to abandon her like that, at least have the decency to stay gone until they could commit to her fully." The way Suguru's face had paled only confirmed the worst for Satoru; you hadn't understood. You had seen their leaving as the worst kind of betrayal. Shoko had refused to tell them more, stubborn in her loyalty to you.

At first, it was easier to hide shame behind a kind of disdain. Of course you hadn't understood what it had been like, being rejected so violently by parents you once loved. Of course you hadn't understood what it was like to feel the noose tighten around your neck until you knew you would either run, or die. Maybe if you couldn't let them go, it meant you truly had never loved them anyways.

As the months grew, slowly and surely, the tangle of excuses unraveled. You might not have understood, but you had defended him silently in small rebellious ways. The eyeshadow palette that still sat at his vanity. The birthday card you'd made him when you turned 14, with a small rainbow under the phrase "I'll love you no matter what." You too had felt the noose; you'd spent years fighting it, fighting your hatred of the small town you were forced to grow up in. "Satoru, Suguru, Shoko," you would tell them, "one day we'll all move out of here into the nicest, fanciest apartment in the city."

Grief was love with nowhere to go, and in that particular moment, Satoru found your absence particularly painful. Sighing, he stretches, resting his chin on the back of the couch to stare at the clock. 12:36; Suguru was probably still awake. Quietly, Satoru pads to the spare room in the apartment he shares with Suguru that they'd converted into their music and production room. Unsurprisingly, he finds Suguru perched on an old barstool they thrifted, gently strumming the strings of the guitar you'd gifted him so long ago.

"Satoru," Suguru says softly, pausing. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be asleep by now."

Wordlessly, Satoru wraps his arms around him, nuzzling into the slope of his neck. After a few moments, he speaks.

"I miss her."

He can feel the way Suguru stiffens slightly in his arms, before exhaling, tension releasing from his shoulders. "I miss her too. I've been thinking, Satoru."

"That's dangerous for you," Satoru chides, and Suguru rolls his eyes fondly.

"You're such a brat. I've been thinking, what if we went back?"

Satoru blanches, staring at Suguru. "What?"

"Not permanently," Suguru hastily amends, knowing how deep Satoru's scars run. "Just enough to...I don't know, Satoru. We messed up really badly. I know there's a large chance she won't even be there anymore. She used to always tell us about how she couldn't wait to move to the city. But we can at least start there, right?"

The news of Satoru's hiatus caused enough ripples for even you to notice it. Despite the fact you avoided anything to do with both his and Suguru's music career, every news outlet, radio channel, and social media post had something to say about it. Hell, you couldn't even open the local newspaper without seeing his face plastered on it, lamenting his temporary break from the group's next comeback.

Frowning, you slam the kitchen cabinet door a bit harder than necessary. Why should you care? If anything, you should be gloating with this piece of information, that not everything was perfect in Gojo Satoru's idol career. Yet, a small part of you still worried. Was he eating alright? Did something happen to Suguru? Should you call Shoko?

The door chimes, startling you out of your thoughts. Your parents are back in the hospital undergoing another round of treatments but they could have came back early. Sighing, you walk over to the door, opening it without a second thought.

"Hi, what-"

In that moment, you feel several emotions. Regret, that you hadn't checked who it was before opening it. An odd blend of concern and fear; why had they come back, was something horribly wrong? Most overpoweringly, was the deep sense of anger that welled up inside of you, seeing both Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru standing on your doorstep.

"You're here," Sator- Gojo, breathes, crystalline blue eyes greedily drinking in the sight of you. He reaches for you, but you flinch back.

"What are you doing here?"

You're surprised to see that Gojo seems hurt by that statement. Sugu- Geto steps closer. "We wanted to see you."

"Oh, so a whim?" You can't help the harshness of your voice, or the way that your voice trembles ever so slightly. "Its been years, Geto. Five years since you left, and you come back now? What am I, just an afterthought? I already knew that but my god you're such an asshole."

"That's not what I'm saying," Geto sighs, and you want to throttle him. "We missed you so much, I can't even-"

You can't help but cut him off, fists clenched and hot tears pooling in your eyes. "You could have left a note. You could have left me an address, could have reached out once you settled in, anything!"

It's Gojo's turn to speak, hands fidgeting as if he wants to pull you close. "Our managers-"

"I don't care!"

A hush falls after your outburst, and you can't help the tears that slip down your cheeks. "Did I really mean that little to you? I would have left with you, I would have done anything for you, so don't you dare try to come up with an excuse. Don't try to tell me that your managers stopped you. I loved you." Your voice breaks. "How could you?"

Both men look ashamed. Geto is the first to speak. "We thought you would have moved away. We lost our original numbers, and Shoko refused to-"

Your eyes flash. "Don't try to blame Shoko for this. Unlike the two of you, she stayed with me."

Gojo flinches. "That's not fair. We didn't have a choice, why can't you see that?"

A sardonic laugh escapes your lips. "See what? All I see is the choice you made in leaving me behind."

"What happened to you?" Geto breathes, and you fight the urge to slap him. "You were so adamant that you would get out of this town."

"Well I can't," you hiss. "Not all of us can abandon their loved ones without a second thought."

Gojo's face looks like you've just shattered his world. "You never left?"

Something in the way he says that breaks something inside of you. "Mom and Dad have whatever Grandmother had," you tell them. You're not even sure why you're saying this, but there's a sick sense of pleasure in watching it start to sink in. "There's nobody else to help take care of them. Whenever she can, Shoko will try her best to stop by."

"You've been alone," Geto murmurs, horrified.

Venom fills your mouth. "I have been since I was sixteen, thanks for asking. You think I didn't notice that you two were together? You never even said anything to me and I still figured it out." Gojo's face pales but you plow forward. "It was always Satoru and Suguru, Gojo and Geto, but what about me? I was there too, wasn't I?" Blood drips down your palms; you're digging your nails in hard enough to cut. "You two forgot about me. You discarded me, left me behind. Did you really think so little of me? Did you really think I would treat you like everyone else in this town?" You can see the pain in Geto's eyes. "As if it wasn't enough, I had to see you everywhere. It's nice seeing how quickly both of you replaced me with other women."

Gojo calls your name but you shake your head, vision blurring. "Go fuck yourself, both of you. Don't talk to me. I wish you'd never come back." Whirling back inside, you slam the door, ignoring the frantic banging and shouts. As you sink to the floor, you finally allow yourself to sob, curled up against the solid wood doorframe. I thought it was over, you think miserably. But somehow it hurts more than the day they left.

[mirror-imaged]

okay i finished nirvana initiative + the extra route and i kind of have a lot to say. umm. lots and lots of spoiler discussion under the readmore! i'm also gonna do some zero escape spoiler talk as well in case that's something you want to avoid because i really think it helps me illustrate my feelings, but yeah. you have been warned!

so i liked it overall but i feel like i (like many other people i've seen online while searching for other people's opinions) am constantly kind of frustrated with it. i'm left with a focus on What Could Have Been over what actually happened in the story. i'm gonna just. make a list to get my main gripes off my mind before i get to the deeper stuff.

1) the timeline plot twist feels extremely pointless because the characters are not impacted by it at all, save ryuki (i'll come back to this later)

2) there are too many elements of the story that are either not explained well or are explained with in-game text in the appendix etc. (why did they wait until the epilogue to explain uru somezuki being another of so sejima's bastard children? why did they keep the prototype psync machine just there and untouched but modified in order to not require the removal of the left eye, like wouldn't they not want that thing lying around in the abandoned chemical plant? did they ever explain why gen was in tokiko's somnium besides a vague reference to him having been from horadori's lab? so on and so forth.)

3) the final act feels way too contrived and there are too many things that would have to conveniently line up in order for it to make any sense at all. (why does mizuki kuranushi conveniently dress the exact same as mizuki date will six years in the future? how does nobody in mizuki date's life at all ever mention that there's another girl who looks and sounds exactly like her that they know? how did renju and shoko conveniently never mention that mizuki is adopted to date, you know, one of their closest friends reportedly?)

4) continuing off of that, all of the returning characters that had serious character development in the first game feel extremely flanderized or like their development was ignored. (mizuki having THE MOST parent-related trauma and being formally adopted by date right before he just fucks off for six years and not having anything to say about that? date is extremely flat and barely a character in this game beyond being a pervert, and like, i don't want to say he's not a pervert. he's definitely a pervert. but he also really stuck out to me as a character with real emotional depth and a lot of intelligence where it counts and i don't like that they made him kinda nothing in this. etc.)

5) the way they handled ryuki in this was almost good but honestly, i think a reddit user i saw discussing this put it best when they said that 99% of ryuki's screentime is showing him at his lowest and the story doesn't really let him have a moment to get himself back together. the protagonist screentime split does not work at all and mizuki kuranushi and mizuki date might as well just be exchangeable, and that same user pointed out that it leaves mizuki date as an extremely underdeveloped character in this story.

okay, well, what else do i have to say? returning to the ryuki thing so i can discuss it in more detail, it feels like they really fumbled the unreliable narrator thing with him. he had so much potential to be explored in a deeper way with his constant self-sabotaging behaviors and showing that his mental illness was the whole reason the story is experienced out of order, and i love the idea of the story being out of order if it's executed well. but it wasn't! the fact that mizuki's perspective is also added in that way makes it so that it's really difficult to use ryuki's own status as an unreliable narrator to make that twist work, because, like... the mizukis are both reliable narrators. they're not lying to the audience. it's just that the audience doesn't see what happens leading up to things and your impression gives you an idea that isn't the truth.

overall, i feel really frustrated about the way the final act was handled. ryuki's entire half of the story was pretty good and i liked that, i like a lot of things about this story in THEORY. in fact, i do want to be positive about things i did like before i bring ZE into the equation, so i want to mention something i noted and appreciated: the disability representation!

i am a disabled person myself in multiple ways and - i want to stress i do not say this as any sort of personal attack on his character or as a #problematic kind of thing, it's just something i have noticed over time - i have consistently had an issue with kotaro uchikoshi's writing of disabled characters; not for the fact that i think they're written in malicious or particularly ableist ways, but moreso for the fact that their disabilities do not impact them at all until it's relevant to the plot. i've gotten about 11-12 hours into remember11 and their portrayal of DID is a mess. snake from 999 is not affected by his blindness and infact is portrayed as nearly superhuman until it's relevant to the plot (not that i wanted him to be written as incapable or anything, it's just that it doesn't feel like it has any particular impact on him until it comes to things like braille or his hearing). sigma from vlr doesn't notice he has prosthetic limbs until extremely late into the story, but i guess i can let that one slide because they're on the moon. saito sejima is.... ugh. the thing that sort of saves saito for me is that date is proof that he could have turned out 100% fine if it weren't for his father's neglect, but it's still a pretty thoughtless portrayal of a character with a brain disorder.

anyway! point is, usually it feels like the disabilities characters have in his writing are thought about as wrinkles to the mystery before being things that really truly impact the characters lives, and i didn't feel that issue here as much. kizuna is allowed to have complicated feelings about her own body and is supported by those she cares about, mizuki kuranushi is stopped multiple times when it's inconvenient for her because her chronic illness is flaring up, ryuki is shown to be a danger to himself and others due to his struggle to hold onto reality in a way i think is a lot more realistic for mental disorders than what happened with saito, etc. it's something i think i've witnessed over the years of his work become more thoughtful and it's also obvious based on the things mizuki date says at the end of the story + the things he says on twitter that uchikoshi himself does seem to genuinely care about being kind in those sorts of ways.

aside from that: back to nirvana initiative.

for previous context, let me bring up zero escape. i think it has a lot of parallels to the way aitsf+aini are written. 999 is a very (ultimately) small-scale and human story with an extremely compelling emotional center. vlr, naturally, must raise the stakes in some ways- so they bring in world-ending threats and elevate the drama. however, it also retcons some things about 999 that i think were kind of unnecessary, like hongou being a member of free the soul. but there are also things i like about vlr, which is that it can't be anything but a sequel to 999. it brings in characters from the previous game, it incorporates the established canon and world in a way that naturally builds on the twist of the first game, it cuts the bullshit and gets into exploring the implications of the morphogenetic field far earlier and incorporates new twists and storytelling into that such as phi experiencing the timelines at a different pace than you (which is a better version of aini's twist, imo.)

aitsf has that same hook as 999. it's ultimately a small-scale story about a few characters with well-written characterization and focus on their stories and emotions. aini, however, takes the lows of vlr and drops all of the highs. there are more moving pieces and none of them feel organized, the final twist doesn't really impact anything except for solving the murder to the player (it doesn't solve the murder to the characters, because they're experiencing something entirely different!) and it feels like it only exists to say there was a big Gotcha! moment at the end of the game. and, what i think is just absolutely a huge disappointment, they completely left aitsf in the dust and didn't allow aini to be a true sequel because they were too worried about spoilers or whatever. they wanted to have their cake and eat it too, i think.

it's a real shame. vlr is, for all its faults, a conversation with 999. aini doesn't even want to answer the phone.

[rinzsu]

✩ ‧ ₊˚ IN MEMORIES I HOLD YOU DEAR — GOJO SATORU

four letters you addressed to him slight angst, wc 800+, reader and satoru have feelings for each other but aren’t in a committed relationship, takes place right after the shibuja arc

november 9th, 2018

satoru.

hair white like the first snow, the color of whipped cream, the pots of the plants on my window sills, and the foam atop the oceans waves.

you’ll forever feel like summer to me, like the first of july, when i drowned in your blue eyes and never came back up.

i wish i could kiss you now like i never had before, catch you when you’re falling, and hold you close instead of pushing you away in hopes of forgetting how my heart beats for you and you alone.

it’s ironic, really, how you come back now after all those days and sleepless nights of trying to convince myself that things are better this way, even though you’re so far gone.

i try so hard to forget about you, about us, only for you to barge right back in and for everything to begin anew.

you once said that you hate it when things come to an end, and i still recall how you always used to leave a single chug of sake in your cup instead of finishing it all together.

and how you used to add an “i still have to finish my cup” as an excuse to stay out longer when nanami wanted to leave the bar.

november 16th, 2018

i miss you. it’s been roughly three weeks since you’ve been sealed away, but to me, it feels like three eternities.

winter is creeping up on us, the air is much colder and the sky always grey.

i’m still taking those hot showers in the evening. you used to say that the water feels like warm hugs after an exhausting day, but nowadays i crave your comforting embrace above all.

the academy's halls feel so much emptier with you gone. i used to mock your silly laugh but now i miss it more with every second i spend in this god forsaken place.

it's quiet, and for the first time in what feels like forever, i wish it was more noisy, because that would mean that you are here.

yuji tries keeping his voice low when he talks about you, but it doesn't matter if it's the students, shoko or my treacherous mind that's uttering your name like a useless mantra.

there's so much i couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't utter out loud, so i'm writing this.

isn't it funny? how i tried to rid you out of my life and now there's a piece of you in every word that i fill these pages with, a fragment of you hidden in each of these lines.

november 24th, 2018

i've been watching our series for the third time now and somehow i feel guilty watching it without you, even though i used to do it all the time when you were still here.

knowing what's about to come soothes my mind even for a little bit. so does going to the drive through and eating chicken nuggets in the parking lot while singing along to all of our songs. i swear by now i can hit higher notes than you ever will.

everyone has their own way of escaping this reality. it helps, makes it hurt less, but just like salve to an open wound, the tranquilizing of this pain will only be temporary until all our sorrows will bleed together again.

is this love?

i see you when it's dark, the illusion of you under one of those flickering street lights. once i turn to look for you, i'm left with your blurring face and the burden of your absence weighing down upon me.

i don't know where life is leading me right now, but there's something that's always pulling me back to you.

december 5th, 2018

you're no longer here.

i've met someone, but he doesn't laugh like you do, doesn't talk to me like you do. it's been less than two weeks but i can already tell that his skin isn't as soft as yours either.

he holds my hand but he doesn't hold it as tight as you do, doesn't intertwine our fingers the way you always did.

when he leaves, he won't make it as difficult for me to say goodbye as you did. and for the first time, i've noticed how different people's presences feel.

how different people breathe, when he rests next to me in shokos office after a mission and i can't feel his rhythm the way i did yours.

was this between us special?

i once heard that after a split up, people tend to romanticize everything bad and to forget why they detached in the first place.

even so, we never dated in the first place and neither did we break up, you just left.

and even though i know that, it's hard for me to believe that i'll ever find someone like you again.

©️ rinsque— do not plagiarise nor repost any of my works on any other platform.

note. hope you enjoyed this <3 i had repost this for the nth time because it didn’t show in the tags i used

[kalopsicanna]

the last angel in kyoto

is this how it would end?

no

she wouldn't make a liar out of him.

pt 2 , pt 3

(art by 2dtestosterone on X)

it’s a cold evening, seeing as it is nearly Christmas, the holiday for lovers.

different couples walk up and down the street, hands locked and in their own bubbles of love and all its melodies. one couple though, is a bit different.

“it’s just a movie, Hime” Gojo Satoru whines, an exasperated look on his face to go with his words.

“no” the woman beside him replies firmly, like she's said it a million times before.

“why not?”

“cause I know you” she pauses to give him a pointed look. “you won’t want to stop at just a movie and i really have to be up early tomorrow to meet my people”

“they can wai-”

“my mom hates waiting”

“well i hate your mom” he weakly argues back.

“no you don’t,” Utahime says with an airy laugh and this makes him pout even more.

of course, he doesn't. how could he possibly hate the woman who gave birth to the angel that is right before him now? that and he simply just likes the sugar cookies she sends back with Utahime for him too much to hate her.

he grows quiet after this, just opting to look at his shoes while they walk together and a small frown etches itself onto Utahime’s face.

“just one movie?” she asks him and like a puppy that's been promised a treat, he perks up.

“yes”

“i guess we can watch just one” she mumbles and he smiles big.

“i knew you'd come around, Hime”

he takes her hand in his and she flushes a bright red, averting her gaze.

she knows, somehow, that it won't be just a movie after all.

“we should get some snacks” he suggests as they pass by a convenience store. it’s a bit late but not so much so he knows they're not just about to close or anything of that sort.

“sure. i’m out of beer too” she agrees, pushing the door open.

“you need to stop drinking so much. you'll die before me if you don't”

“and you need to stop eating too much sweets. you'll die before me if you don't either” she counters, giving the cashier a quick nod as a greeting.

“well i’m not a sugar addict, so”

“and i’m not an alcoholic, so”

he makes a noise of disbelief, raising an eyebrow at her. they both know she's lying but she'd sooner be damned than admit it so she just flips him off and stalks to the fridge.

there's no bite to it, he knows this. he doesn't bother following her, instead opting to go to the candy aisle. he’ll be sure to stock up her place for his next visit.

it’s only been three months since she finally gave in to his endless demand to take her out on a date. she'd been in tokyo on business but had branched in to see shoko and he couldn't resist. she just looked so pretty in the white sundress she had worn then, an angelic aura to her that the white bow on her head complimented.

he'd pestered her for all the five hours that she'd been there until finally, she’d snapped and agreed to go on a date with him.

“so you'll finally buzz off”

she'd said that but he knew she must've liked him too. she'd never been one to ever be cajoled into something. his suspicion had only been confirmed when she'd come out to meet him a week later, her hair done and her face beet red.

he still makes it a point to tease her about it every once in a while.

his hand that has been perusing the sweets selection stops on a pack of watermelon-flavored gummies.

Utahime likes these.

he knows this because the last time he’d left some at her place, they'd magically disappeared on his next visit. she'd denied ever eating them of course but the mischievous smile she had when she thought he wasn't looking gave her away. like a kid who played sick to skip school.

“adorable” he mutters, putting two bags of the gummies into the basket he’d picked up from the front.

the door opens then but he pays it no mind, instead dropping some more unhealthy candy into his basket.

his mistake.

there's a shift in the air but he feels it before he hears it.

two bangs.

gunshots.

his basket falls with a clatter to the floor as the door is reopened and someone is heard running out.

he's running as well.

he ought to go after the perpetrator. he knows. yet still, he only just wants to find Utahime. he wants to know she's safe.

the cash register is opened when he gets to the front and there's barely any money left in it. the cashier is staring at him wide-eyed and the bottles of beer that were on the counter have fallen and broken, the brown liquid in them pouring out.

he doesn't care though.

his eyes are on the girl who is also on the floor.

“…Hime?”

his legs can't seem to move anymore and he's just rooted to the spot, arms tucked to his side and eyes wide as well.

“she tried to stop him. She didn't know…” the cashier starts but he's not even listening.

“Utahime!” another voice calls.

it takes him a moment to register that it’s his voice and another for him to realize that he's now kneeling beside her.

it seems foreign. what he's seeing. what he's doing. like a fever dream. an out-of-body experience.

she's bleeding out. fast.

he presses his palms to the wound but his hands just get coated with the thick red fluid.

“S-Satoru” she calls him weakly.

“shhh. save your strength” he tells her, applying more pressure.

he wishes Shoko was here. she would know what to do. she would. what had she told him then when she was talking about first aid? why hadn't he been listening?

he tries to think back to the lengthy (and boring) discussion she had with him, hoping he'd remember but he comes up short.

damn it!!

why hadn't he been listening then?! why was his brain so useless now??!

“you should see your face now” her low voice comes again and he tears his gaze away from his hands to look at her.

she's smiling and even though he knows it’s her attempt to console him, it tears at his heart even more.

“don't talk” he repeats.

she needs to save her energy. why can't she understand that?

“I need to tell you”

one of her hands comes up to lie atop his on her midsection.

her purple sweater now is almost completely soaked.

“Hime please…”

his vision is blurred and he tries desperately to blink it away. he needs to keep his eyes on her.

“you've tried your best” she coos.

“no! shut up”

he refuses to hear any of what she has to say. he knows where this is going and he doesn't like it one bit.

he'd sworn to Shoko and Suguru and even Nanami(?) to protect her. he'd do just that. what good would that promise be if he just let her go now?

“call the ambulance!!” he roars to the trembling cashier who replies that he's done just that.

“they're on their way, Hime. hang on a bit, okay? help is on the way”

he cradles her face with one hand and the other keeps pressing down on her.

“Satoru”

her voice is sad and his heart rate increases.

he knows.

she's not going to make it.

“tell them you tried your best”

“shut up!” he yells at her and now he's crying.

he's never yelled at her before. not even once. and now he has and it’s at the worst time possible.

“please just stop talking” he pleads, resting his forehead on her chest.

“Satoru” her hands, blood-smeared, cup his face so he can look at her.

“i love you”

his heart shatters even more. for years, he'd dreamed of the day he’d hear her tell him these three words. the same three words he'd planned on saying on their 100th day anniversary later that week.

is this how it would end?

no.

she wouldn't make a liar out of him.

he refuses to accept this.

“screw it. I’ll meet them halfway!”

he scoops her up in his arms, never mind that his clothes are getting bloodied, and bolts out of the store and down the street.

he doesn't go very far before he's met with the ambulance.

the paramedics seem to understand him because they clamber out of the vehicle and get right into action.

when she's left his arms is when he finally breaks down.

he falls to his knees, too weak to even stand, and just lets it all out. fat tears fall down his face like a rivulet and he has snot running down his nose too but he doesn't care.

he doesn't care that there are passers-by watching. he doesn't care that the cashier from the store is now rubbing his back in an attempt to console him. he doesn't care that the paramedics have now stopped wheeling her away and are now all gathered beside her.

he's too deep in his head that he almost doesn't notice the thumbs-up one of them gives him

almost.

[wilderness-of-thoughts]

Before:

It would be a mistake to assume that both you and Gojo remain unaware of each other's feelings. "I love you" was never said, and neither of you ever looked at each other in a sexual manner. And yet there was this deeper bond of understanding, this conviction that one could count on the other. This unconditional acceptance.

There are many definitions of love, yours was at a level... That was hard for you to define. Gojo never thought about you in an erotic way. Not because you didn't excite him, but because he never allowed himself to. The chemistry between you was different than in the romantic movies he tortured his mind with. He knew that they presented an exaggerated picture of reality and never talked about what happened after "happily ever after".

And considering how strong his sex drive was, especially as a teenager, it was hard for either of you to even consider something. To some things you just have to mature into.

With his first time he didn't remember, he learned to control his stress level through sex. Easy, quick to pleasure. A shot of dopamine. He had no problem picking up a woman. They were drawn to him like flies, and so were the men. If not for his looks, then for the thickness of his wallet, or for his status as the strongest - If he felt like having sex with someone from the world of jujutsu.

The names were unimportant, he couldn't remember anything about these people. The relief from stress that didn't solve the problem only temporarily gave him a sense of control over his life.

And then there was you.

As a teenager, he treated you meanly. The weakest, the punching bag, the person to be bullied. It was also a way to relieve stress. Especially since despite his behavior, you never hated him. You reacted with a roll of your eyes, a sigh, a wry smile, or a shake of your head in disbelief. He had several conversations with Yaga to come to his senses and calm down, so that he wouldn't treat you meanly...

Your relationship with Gojo can be measured by turning points when the obvious just hit your consciousness so hard and his. One of the first things that caused him to evolve from being an abuser to being mean towards you was when he realized that you cared about him.

∆∆∆

Geto was still there, Riko wasn't even in the picture. You were supposed to come to the evening study for the theory exam on the history of jujutsu with Geto and Gojo. Shoko was the only one to pass the exam on the zero date.

"Gojo hasn't returned from his mission yet?" You asked as you entered the men's dormroom.

"Nope." Geto replied, lazily turning pages in his textbook. He lay on his bed, relaxed. You frowned in surprise.

"Has he contacted you?" You asked, sitting on the ground next to Geto's bed, placing your backpack on the ground.

"Nope." And again silence.

...

...

Weird.

...

...

You looked at the time on your phone.

...

...

...

"Who saw him last?" You asked suddenly.

"Nanami? He was supposed to be on a mission with him." Geto looked at you sideways and smiled slyly. "Are you worried?"

You didn't answer. Without a word, you grabbed the phone and dialed Kento's number. You felt your heart begin to beat faster in your chest and a nasty sense of anxiety slowly crept over your body.

"Ken... When was the last time you saw Gojo?"

"None, good evening?" He asked, clearly sleepy, he must have been dozing. "Around noon? We finished and he was supposed to go back to the dorms." He replied right after.

"... So for the past eight hours... You haven't had any contact with him?"

"Lucky me." He laughed quietly and remained silent. You remain silent. You both were silent. "Um... He didn't come back?"

"... No..."

"Uh, he's probably wandering around somewhere again. Call him however if you need."

So you did. No signal. As if his phone was turned off. It's not like he's never stood you up. It's like he hasn't let anyone know about him for eight hours. He's usually everywhere. And now the silence, and that silence, has taken over you. You called Shoko, his favorite cafe, a few people. No one had any signals from Gojo today.

You were already breathing rapidly, your eyes were wide open and you were nervously biting your lower Lip. Nobody cared? Nobody else was interested? You tried calling Gojo again. Still nothing. Your brain had already created an image of the dead body of the Chosen One somewhere in the bushes. Who and with what killed him - that wasn't important.

"Y/n calm down... He'll be fine." Geto tried to reassure you. You weren't listening. You were now thinking of Gojo not as the strongest alpha and omega in the universe, but as Satoru - a mean asshole who would commit suicide by jumping from his ego to his IQ level. Your hands were shaking.... You had to do something.

"I'll go look for him..." You whispered more to yourself than to Geto. "I'll start from where he had the mission... And then..." Logic. Have you thought about calling Yaga? Yes. But until you were sure, you didn't want to worry him.

"BOO!" Satoru jumped out of the closet. It turned out he had been hiding there the whole time. "You fell for it! Look at her face!" Gojo burst into tears of laughter. "If you could only see yours..." He didn't finish. He could clearly see the emotions on your face. Fear turned to surprise. Surprise to happiness. Happiness turned into anger. Your cute grimace of anger was bigger, more dangerous, he hurt you. "It was just a joke!" He shouted as if in self-defense, spreading his hands to the sides. "It's not my fault you're stupid!" Poorly chosen words... Fuck... Gojo felt like he had to explain himself and show you that you could have guessed... It wasn't hard! "Look. My shoes and jacket are in the room. Food on my bed. Phone on airplane mode."

"Geto..." Your gaze wandered to the black-haired man who shrugged, amused by the joke more than surprised by your reaction.

"He bribed me." He explained as if that excused him.

"I am the strongest, you weakling!" Gojo crossed his arms over his chest. "Did you seriously fall for something bad happening to me?" He asked in disbelief. His smile turned forced. He couldn't change his stance now, not in front of you. "You're so stupid! Weak and stupid! All you had to do was look around a little! Think!"

"Arrogant, self-centered, boor, simpleton, pig, man whore...." You spoke quietly, tightly clenching your hands into fists, you were shedding tears of anger, happiness, shame.... At the same time. And your gaze fixed on Gojo was slowly killing something in him. With each passing second the urge to apologize grew within him, still less than 1% but still more than he had ever felt. "I'm leaving. I don't want to see you now..." You wanted to leave, but his hand involuntarily grabbed your wrist, you quickly pushed him away. He didn't fight. "I was worried something happened to you, idiot!" And you ran out.

Gojo stood agitated, surprised, his eyes wide open and his mouth parted. For the first time he truly felt that someone cared about him. Someone ignored the obvious. Someone cared.

"I told you it was a bad idea..." Geto only commented, sighing heavily.

∆∆∆

Since then, Gojo has never doubted that you care about him. And every time he sees the worry on your face, he is so happy. How much you want to help him. That you don't assume he's the best - although he is; the strongest - that's without a doubt; perfect - in every way. And even though his ego is boiling with anger now, underneath it all is Satoru, the soul of the man who smiles when he sees that you care.

"Could you help me?" You shouted pretentiously as you rummaged through the pile of rubble. You were in the Old Temple (or rather what was left of it). Gojo was sitting on a pile of stones, staring at you with a stupid smile.

"do you know that it's not nice to take advantage of smaller ones?"

"You'll remain this little for a long time if you don't help me! Don't you care about going back to your normal size?" You muttered under your breath.

Good question... Does he really care?

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEY YOUR RB ON THAT SMOKER!SUGU POST………. oh i need . lore . so badly

ROOMIE!SUGU BEING A SMOKER MAKES SOOO MUCH SENSE OBVIOUSLY (my heart goes out to depression era sugu and his inherent need for self-destruction 🫡) but i must know …. does he. try to get you to smoke 😳😳 does he … shotgun you……… or does he steal any cigarettes you buy with a teasing grin so you never start………. i need answers so bad misu you are my otp always

(also <3 ily!!! remember to have yourself a nice big meal if you haven’t already!!!!! <33333)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA deep breaths deep breaths...

you're out to get me fr ari you're insane i love you so much. OKEOKE OKE SO we did have a lil talk abt this already buut yeah in the misu world.. roomie!suguru definitely smokes. we have a little balcony in our apartment too so he doesn't have to like.. smoke out of a window or go down the stairs which is nice. aaand we have two little chairs outside too aand a little table and then we have a few plants too (he takes care of those i am awful with plants..) AAAND this is our regular hangout spot!!!!!!!!!! smoking or not, we like to sit there a lot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok now to the actual smoking lmao like i already mentioned i am not a smoker but i am not a Cigarette Virgin either so i don't have a problem if he smokes or not. i think smokers are hot and i'm not gonna lie abt he looks SO fucking good while doing it oh my god my heart is going to give out................................. so yeah i definitely grab one from him every so often bc why the fuck not. but... mostly he just shares the cig with me... sometimes he just holds it to my lips so i wouldn't get the smell on my fingers and he always holds eye-contact while doing that bc he's a fucking asshole aaand when i blow the smoke into his face to get back at him he just . grins at me.. (he's so fucking hot ari i really do think i'm gonna die if i think abt him too hard)

he isn't the biggest smoker ever though, shoko definitely does it more than him. buuuut he does always want at least one after a long day and i think that's more than fine (i am drooling rn). oh aaand whenever we're hanging out with satoru and shoko and they go out for a smoke i mostly stay with satoru lmao this is important ok me and him are very very very good friends in this au i baby him i tease him we get along so well that it makes suguru a little jealous and then shoko gets to tease him abt that😭😭😭

liike suguru's just leaning against the balcony railing while shoko sits on one of the stairs and he's just . looking at me and satoru laughing together inside and shoko thinks it's the funniest thing ever hgashdgghsahdghgsa AAAAAAAAND when they come back inside, he always plops onto the couch right beside me (like awfully close) and then puts his arm behind me on the backrest and he thinks he's. smooth lmao pls everybody INCLUDING ME knows what he's doing😭😭😭

mm i don't carry around any cigs but i do always have a lighter with me and while it is very hot when he lights his own cigs.. he lets me do it a lot too and this is also smth that makes me fucking dizzy bc he leans in so close and then holds onto my hand so it wouldn't shake and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH i hate him i love him i need to punch him i need to kiss him he's awful he's sexy he's the worst man alive

he definitely smokes weed sometimes too but uh. that's uhh. gulps very fucking nervously. that's when uh. Things happen ok i can't go into detail or i'll pass out.. he gets very touchy LIKE VERY TOUCHY i mean like nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck while toying with the hem of my shirt YEAH YEAH YEA H I NEED TO STOP HERE FUCK .

[maddyguru]

The Aftermath cp.2

Synopsis: the night Suguru turned his back against the society is an unforgettable night. As everyone mourned the loss of one of the strongest sorcerers, Yaga came to deliver a distasteful news aside from his student's betrayal; Suguru Geto is not just a mass murderer but has also become a rapist.

To read the previous chapter (s), you can go to my masterlist on my pinned post.

WARNING! this fic contains non con, incest, dark content, murder, aged up suguru and of course the reader is 18+, ptsd topics, angst, and fluff. More to add if there is. Proceed with your own caution and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

One could argue that it was a hideous miracle that she had survived. It wasn’t like they wished she didn’t, but to survive Suguru’s wrath? It was uncalled for.  

They know that if they were her, they would say that they’d be better off dead. No one in their right mind could ordinarily see themselves living through such an uncultivated betrayal. No woman could ever fathom what she had gone through.

Staring at the young lady, Shoko let out a sigh. She was contending that because of the examination a day ago (although she did cheat on the darn exam) and had gotten little sleep because of it. Afterward, at 3 a.m., Yaga called her in for an emergency; that’s when she knew. That Suguru betrayed them and y/n...

The only procedure Shoko had done for her was to clear the blood off her busted lip, and nothing more. Yaga and the others questioned her actions as to why she wouldn't further examine y/n, but she must follow procedure; to study her body further, Shoko needs consent. She doesn't want to violate a rape victim’s privacy- that’s how she was trained.

The silence from Utahime, Nanami, Mei, and her teacher was not what she expected; she thought at least one of them would dash out the door and start looking for her ex-classmate, ready to behead the man (Utahime fits the role)- but it seems they’re in shock. Who wouldn’t? Suguru was one of the world's greatest sorcerers and a genius prodigy. His actions were completely out of the box.  

But regardless, it was done. And she was the only survivor.  

Either way, you can hear a fucking pin drop— how unsettling this situation really is.

“I know things are tense, but we shouldn’t show any aggression in front of the patient. This time, she needs rest among other things.” Yaga was right; having to stop another’s wrath is not the ideal thing to do at this moment. Besides, Shoko is on her own in this as the only reversed curse user.

But what’s coming after his suggestion is not what any of them expect; and like everybody knows Shoko, she doesn’t like fights— she rather walks away and minds her business. Although today doesn’t seem like fate is not on her side. 

“Bullshit! Are you just gonna sit here while that... that monster is out there, getting away from the things he did?!”  

“I know you’re only thinking of y/n-”  

“Yes! Yes, I’m only thinking of y/n, and clearly, you and everyone in this room are not!” Utahime spat, staring into Yaga’s eyes with a lot of hatred. No, hatred wasn’t the word for Shoko’s teacher- Utahime didn’t loath Yaga, she only hated Suguru. 

This is where Nanami starts to butt in, “I know you’re angry, but we need to remain calm Utahime,”  

“That’s easy for you to say! You're not her best friend so of course this doesn’t affect you!”  

“What? Who said this doesn’t affect me?”  

“You, Nanami! You did from the way you’re acting!”  

“Can you all please remain calm? She’s right over there.”  

Y/n is right over there, sleeping peacefully, hadn’t it been for Shoko.  

“I know we all love y/n, but this is not the right thing to do right now. Let’s all just give her rest, and you guys can sit outside and plan what’s the next step. I need to prepare some things and monitor her. When she wakes up, I need to ask her a few questions for further examination.” She was tired, truthfully speaking, but she knew y/n needed her.  

“But Yaga sensei, before you leave, can I ask something?”  

Her teacher was silent when he looked at the aspiring doctor.  

“Where did that maggot run off to?”  

A groan escaped from Yaga.  

“Leave him be. He’s off, running away from reality.”  

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Everyone thought it was easy once a doctor or a nurse got to their patient—they arrived, registered, and told the receptionist about how people or nature hurts them; either way, people can only judge because they don’t know the behind-the-scenes of their line of work. During these times, Shoko could only wish that they were right – that she could just get things done right now and go about her day.  

2 hours have passed, and there’s no sign of y/n waking up anytime soon. It was normal, considering she injected the poor kid with midazolam, the kind of drugs health care professionals would utilize if the situation calls for it- there were a few choices, but this one is ideal for patients such as herself; the ones who are, upon waking up and after trying to verbally calm her down didn’t work. The drugs would wear off for a few hours more if her calculation was right. For now, Shoko has been diligently monitoring her one and only patient.  

Man, there’ll be tons of paperwork after this, she muttered to herself, taking notes in her notepad.  

Taking a few steps to y/n’s bed, it’s time to check her breathing. Thank God she had set up a digital timer earlier to make things easier and washed her hands after that argument with the rest of the gang. Closely sitting by y/n’s bed, she sharply monitors the young girl’s chest movement.  

Shallow breathing. Although, Shoko had expected that from the young lady’s condition.  

Flipping the paper to the next page, she starts writing.

Patient’s history – none for the last 18 years until two days ago; the patient has a black and purple bruise on her neck.  

Cause – A possible reason could be that the patient was strangled during her assault. 

Shoot, for further physical examination Shoko needs her verbal consent. For now, she needs to wait for her to wake up.  

But still, these records are heartbreaking to read. How sorrowful, she quietly leaves the room.  

"Suguru, I was right about you. You're a jerk until the end." 

[satoruxx]

RHEYAAA MY LOVE <333333 i am here with a cup of tea and a bunch of treats for you 🍵🍰🍦🍮

…. and some selfship questions :3c

OK SOOOOOOO I HAVE TO ASK . ABOUT KAEYA AND DILUC . I LOVE THEM SO BAD I LOVE YOU SO BAD……. i’d love to know about your love languages!! for both ships!!!!! how do you show them you care, and how do they show you they care? <33 also, what is your relationship with their brother like in each respective selfship?? do you get along? :3

and then . gojo ….. (idk if you selfship with shoko at all but this question absolutely goes for her too if so!!) what do you do for each other when you’re having a rough day?? :’)

ily rheya <333 take as much time as you need with this i got . a little carried away with the questions 😭 BUT I’D LOVE TO HEAR ABT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING YOU WANNA SHARE <33333 sending you so many kisses and hugs!!!!!!

ARIIII HI AGAIN !!!! gratefully accepting all the treats pls come sit with me so we can share them and cuddle <333

giggling and kicking my feet at all these questions i love you so so much !!!! buckle in bc this got much longer than i expected it to...

OKAY FIRST MY FAV TRAGIC BROTHER DUO

me n kaeya....bicker a lot lmao !! but that's how we show affection :33 i think both of us would be very big on quality time !! kaeya would also lean towards a lot of physical touch bc he's a silly lil guy that can't keep his hands to himself <33

as for me n diluc...i think diluc is a very acts of service type of guy !! he doesn't say a lot but he shows affection by doing things for me which is so sweet :33 as for me i think i'd be a big physical touch girlie with him (i won't let go of him he's probably so tired of me LMAO)

i can't see myself being on truly bad terms with either brother since both selfships are a childhood friends to lovers trope hehe !! so i wouldn't be able to hate either of them <///3 when i'm with kaeya i would be on courteous terms with diluc, mostly a hello how are you type thing (which makes me a lil sad since we were all close when we were kids) but diluc has chosen to remain distant.

but when i'm with diluc i'd be on really good terms with kaeya since he's always hanging around angel's share and stuff (and i think kaeya would be more eager to talk to me than diluc would be) !! hopefully that makes sense i feel like i just rambled....

NOW ONTO JJK

i won't lie me n satoru have the most thought out relationship out of all my selfships bc i've quite literally been thinking about him for four years now. when i'm having a rough day satoru is on a mission to cheer me up, but won't ever admit it. he'll subtly do things to make me happy like playfully annoy me or take me to do things i enjoy !!

as for if he's in a bad mood, i'd just get him things he likes (like sweets) and tease him until he's grinning and teasing back. i think we'd have a very bickering heavy relationship so i know he's all better when he's got that dynamic back (a couple of hugs and kisses here and there wouldn't hurt either) <33

this might sound weird but we don't necessarily talk about our bad days/things we struggle with. it's more so a type of thing where we can just tell that smth is wrong, and the best way to deal with that is just be present. so basically actions over words and we never bring it up again lmao...

shoko and i are very different. i am 100% more clingy with her so if i'm having a bad day she will let me cuddle with her or just stay attached to her hip until i'm better. she'll probably act all teasy and semi exasperated but i'd like to think she doesn't mind :33

and if she's having a bad day she usually won't admit it so i'll do my best to make her laugh. find me ripping the cigarettes away from her and smothering her with a whole bunch of kisses <////3

i'm so sorry ari bby i ended up ranting a lot but this was so much fun to talk about !! tysm for sending them in i'm smooching you until you're tired of me :33

also pls pls pls tell me about your selfships i'm so curious !! who do you selfship with ari ?? tell me all about them <33333

[darlingsatoru]

jjk readers, i have a genuine question regarding shoko in chapter 220. specifically, this panel:

when shoko says: "that's something that would've never happened [...]" — what exactly is she referring to?

i thought it was simple: that she'll never fall in love with either gojo or geto. however, the whole passage spoke about loneliness/being alone.

am i reading it wrong when i think shoko's line refers back to gojo saying "i won't leave anyone alone"? especially because in the next panel she emphasises that gojo was never alone, she was there all along.

so, how i'm interpreting the panel now is something alone the lines of: "i was in love with one of you...being alone is something that i won't ever let happen."

i don't mind romantic implications; however, i don't know if that fits the general plot? i'm just confused, and it's mostly because of the various translations.

i also don't have knowledge in japanese, so i'm not able to read the untranslated panels (which might change everything).

though, if shoko stayed alongside gojo to make sure he wouldn't feel alone, it's rather sad that she feels "unseen" (for lack of better words). still, i do like to believe that these two are each other's (emotional) support systems in times of need and actually do spend moments together in their adult life (e.g.: the lightnovel).

but yeah, it would be cool if someone could share their two cents on this !!

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Can I request Fem Reader that’s skilled in archery? Like, she uses archery in battles against Curses and is so skilled, she could do impressive feats, like shooting three arrows at once, shooting in midair, or even doing flips and even shooting with her feet if needed (yes that’s actually possible). HCs with the JJK crew?

These characters would be impressed by your technique. Often, they find it dependable and would stake their life on you having their back in a fight. There may be a hint of jealousy in their admiration for you for some of the passive skills required to wield a bow: strength, dexterity, and accuracy. You have them all in spades.

Nobara might have a bit of a girl crush on you when she first sees your skills and acrobatics.

Megumi definitely asked you to train him on it at least once and bailed out on it ever again when he got snapped with the string. Itadori, as always, was surprisingly adept.

+ MEGUMI, Inumaki, Panda, MIWA, Nobara, Riko, INO

These characters would admire and respect your skill – the same as the above – but it’s harder to match your fighting styles together. Their movement speed or technique either makes it harder to aim, find an opening shot, or maybe your skill levels are just not a match such as with Satoru.

If you’re a student, Satoru definitely hypes you up (not so much if you’re a full-fledged Sorcerer already). However, he’s always particularly grateful when you snipe annoying or pissant enemies for him, he just loves when you do it randomly and make a path for him.

Maki likes working with you, but it takes a bit more coordination and discussion to get on the same page before a battle. You’re a great team once you get the timing and situation down. She respects you the most when it comes to cursed tools out of anyone else.

+ Gojo, Itadori, MAKI, Yuuta

Neutral to slightly positive about your technique.

+ Choso, Yuuki, Shoko, Utahime, Mei Mei, Nanami, Yaga

You have some real enemies/rival to lover’s energy with the other marksmen from school.

Noritoshi is quietly envious of your skill when you first meet. His clan’s bloodline is the only thing giving him the audacity to lord it over you in conversation. He has that aura of when someone sounds like they’re being polite to you but they’re actually being mean or belittling.

It eases up as time goes on and your relationship with the other students develops more. He comes to rely on you as you’re often paired up together or given the same duties in certain situations or missions.

On the other hand, Mai is more openly teasing and snarkier with you. However, she has less humor when dealing with you than Nobara. As another far range sniper, you represent another potential for her in a way similar to Maki.

Momo is more of a tagalong hater, but when it’s just the two of you, it’s a fairly normal and cordial relationship.

+ MAI, Kamo, Momo

Although your proficiency with the bow is high, it wouldn’t be enough to impress these powerhouses without an interesting or strong curse technique to back it up.

Mahito would be impressed by your accuracy to hit him but if it doesn’t affect his soul then it isn’t an issue for him other than slowing him down or blocking him during a fight. Then, it might become an annoyance.

Mechamaru would find your technique annoying when it comes to his smaller machines especially if you can aim for the weak spots of joints; but overall, you don’t leave an impression on him and the others.

Despite your skill, as a woman, Naoya wouldn't ever give you the satisfaction of being proud of your abilities.

+ SUKUNA, Mahito, Jogo, KENJAKU, Geto, Mechamaru, Todo, Naoya, Toji

[cloudiateika]

To commemorate the launch of this new blog, here's a list of anime characters I find fashionable and over all lovable!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

5. Isabella Yamamoto (Paradise Kiss)

Style: 💋💋💋💋

Likeability: ❤️❤️❤️

She's my second favourite character in Paradise Kiss. Being kindest out of all of them, she is quite neutral, and well as we know, that's the most reliable friend in the squad. I don't exactly feel sorry for her (because of her economic status) but I do admire her strength in feminity in a way she reminds me a lot of Cinderella. She is kind and giving. She's just that older sister I'd seek refuge whenever I feel down.

In terms of fashion, she has the most versatility but still a distinguished style out of the main characters in the series. She'd dress in all sorts of styles such as Victorian, Traditional Japanese, Mod, Flapper and more but all are inherently Isabella. I guess it was her mysterious beautiful woman aura that tied her looks all together

4. Nana Osaki (Nana)

Style: 💋💋💋💋

Likeability: ❤️❤️❤️

I'll be honest, I didn't think Nana would be a likeable character until I watched a few episodes of Nana. I only ever saw her in an AMV of her and Ren and I thought she was so pretty and cool. The anime made me think of her as an amazing character. Her flaws and aspirations as an individual is relatable. I admire as an artist and a person. A good friend with a demanding artistic streak haha.

Her style exudes grunge rockstar girlfriend. You just look at her and you're instantly captivated by her. She is androgynous, probably why women love her so much. She has this romantic-gamine element in her style, she isn't hyper feminine nor a mature woman or boyish. She's just ...so cool.

3. Shoko Komi (Komi can't communicate)

Style: 💋💋💋💋

Likeability: ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Shoko is praised by everyone around her for a reason: her ethereal beauty. However, her personality took everyone's breath away. She is the ideal girl; innocent, introverted, big hearted, lovable and beautiful. She is quite obviously not perfect (hence the show's central subject; her communication disorder) although every character makes her out to be. She is just a wholesome character, plus she's my favourite.

Shoko looks good in everything, literally. Her strong (not sharp) aura and body type makes any outfit beautiful. However, out of all the clothes she was drawn in, simplicity and elegance make her shine, especially modest dresses and traditional Japanese garments. She's just a goddess on earth, the purest one too.

2. Yor Forger (SpyXFamily)

Style:💋💋💋💋

Likeability:❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Best waifu, hands down. Adorable in all forms!!!! Kyaaaa!! Her character's dualistic nature is refreshing to see, it's not an uncommon trope however I don't think I ever seen it fleshed out as hers. She is a good natured person who is unexpectedly brutal. I can never get enough of how funny and cute she is.

Classic. Her style is classic with a tease, quite literally. Her assassin get up would be rendered simple if it weren't for the details (straps, tights and slit) and her sweater dress, don't get me started on that open back. It's like a modest virgin killer sweater.

1. Marin Kitagawa (My Dress-up Darling)

Style:💋💋💋💋💋

Likeability:❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

My personal favourite in terms of style is Marin, the gyaru weeb that earned my respect and she's not even real. Her proactive and bubbly nature already hooked me to like her but damn her attitude as an individual is so damn likable. I want to be her friend, but she's a fictional character so that's hindrance.

Being gyaru, her style is a little bolder, though completely wearable for anyone. Maybe that's why she's on the top of this list, her style is individualistic and screams Marin but is not so much that it's in your face. I do love bolder styles and aesthetics but I hate getting stared at. Marin wouldn't care either way of course, she's unapologetically herself no matter what. Her style is casual trendy chic, not overly simple or too crazy, noticeable and easy on the eyes. It's so biased of me because I dress very similarly to her haha!

Sooo what do you think? Hehe you're going to see a lot of random things like these here! Thank you for stopping by and reading this. Have a great day!

🖤cloudia🖤

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[solomons-poison]

Hi Tarren! I read (and re-read) your Geto Suguru + 7. 'Sharing a kiss after not seeing them for an extended period of time' and must say it elicited quite a bit of emotion from me. It cut deep and pulled quite a few tears from me lol 😅 Initially unexpected but then again I did request suguru who is the pinnacle of tragedy and with the upcoming episodes about him, I should have expected a heart ripping romance 😣

I honestly have been slacking on typing this feedback ask because life has been busy (as always 😌) but also because i was indecisive in articulating myself and whether to scale back or just come forward with some personal things that resonate with parts of your writing. Complaining about the cold and pumpkin spices are one thing but more serious things are another beast altogether 😟 In the end, I know it is a matter of comfort levels on both sides so I made sure to re check your pinned posts on both of your blogs before sending this so I wouldn't be crossing any of your boundary lines.

Basically, I related to this a lot. I know all too well the pain of being separated from a lover and being unsure if I would ever see them again only to give them as much love as I can when I am with them before being inevitably parted. It is one of the reasons I actually requested this in the first place. I had gone into this with love for suguru but also for another.

The moments you encapsulated stood out to me in multiple sentences from 'It probably should have been enough of a red flag for you to reject him when he tried to court you. But his levels of charisma were just too powerful' to 'It was just for a few days at a time, but when it happened, he was completly unreachable' to 'As days passed and he didn't show, didn't send you any kind of message, a feeling of dread formed a ball in your stomach, hard and heavy' to 'All you could do was keep moving, keep your mind occupied on anything but your missing lover, before you got overwhelmed with a thousand what-ifs' and finally 'putting on tv or music to fill up the space, make it feel a little less lonely'.

Overall, I am glad you didn't make him into kenjaku (i am never forgiving gege for pulling that on us I swear 😤 why couldn't he have just been a dude with a stitched forehead as either a weird tattoo or healing from a nearly fatal blow from satoru since he did not have shoko to heal him 😭) and I am impressed you were able to convey this all without a single line of dialogue 😮 I already thanked you in advance but I would like to thank you again for writing this. It means a lot to me and I hope that despite my vigilance to make note of your rules, I have not made you uncomfortable with my personal baggage. I noticed another fic with my name on it and I'm definitely coming back with another feedback ask after sleep and groceries 😏 (if you aren't sick of me yet 😖). In the meantime, I hope the rest of the day treats you kindly (as you have with surprising me with another gojo piece 😍)

You are always, ALWAYS appreciated for your feedback!!!!! It means a lot to me to hear people's thoughts on what I write. I don't want to sound egotistical, but at that risk, it's really nice having someone point out particular things I put in and how it impacted them, because as the author, of course it means so much to me that someone noticed. Or especially, that what I did worked as intended/had the impact that I was looking for. And thank you for taking the time to send me this response, too, when you're busy!

Yeah I am also not happy with the Kenjaku route that Gege took (not as in bad writing, but because poor Geto already went through so much and then now to have his body used like a puppet?? Is awful). I couldn't really think of a reason Geto would disappear for a while, which is why it ended up that angsty idea instead haha.

Like I just imagine knowing/loving Geto before he leaves, trying desperately to keep him there before he completely falls to the "dark side". You know that something is wrong, but you don't really know what you can do or how to help. It would just be heartbreaking watching him slowly leaving...

I'm glad I was able convey him! And no worries about it making me uncomfortable, I'll usually be pretty straightforward about what I don't like or isn't allowed, so if there ever is a problem, I'll just let you know. :) and the kiss requests were pretty generic in prompt, giving me a lot of freedom in choosing why you/the reader and Geto would be separated, so it was my fault that it ended up as sad as it did haha, you're not to blame.

And yes! I made a second post for Geto for you that has a much happier note haha, that I hope you like~ but no rush to read it, get your rest and errands, and I'll be awaiting your feedback~

[impishsensei]

@songcurse asked: Utahime waits until he's within reach and then pulls him in for a kiss.

while jujutsu tech offered dorms to the students and staff, there was also a maintained common area relegated to either group. within it there was seating, a small kitchen area, and entertainment in the form of tv. a cupboard held some cleaning materials, and another closet near the hall to the dorms hard board games, consoles, and the like. while the accommodations were nothing at all like the ones the gojo clan's compound had, he found he never minded the change of pace.

it felt like much more of a home than that place ever did.

it wasn't messy by any means, but still clearly lived in without servants wiping away even a speck of dust the moment it settled. there were some decorations from all of them, like vintage items shoko liked, and some decorative plants tended by utahime. unfortunately, haibara's offerings were gone, returned to his family after his untimely death, and suguru's still remained despite his betrayal. satoru, on the other hand, hadn't brought anything with him, but he'd contributed stuff over the course of attending the school, like collection of DVDs and a large CD-rack and radio.

his favorite of all, however, was a bookshelf he steadily filled over time with the books he read. sometimes satoru read classic japanese literature, and other times even some western ones, both historic and contemporary. while he enjoyed all of those, his absolute favorite reads were actually non-fiction books pertaining to subjects in any field of science... particularly anything to do with physics. it was initially something he'd taken up to fully grasp the nature of his curse technique, but he'd grown to love it.

that day, he'd spent the better part of it in an book delving into the workings and nature of black holes. so entranced by the equations and explanations, he hadn't noticed even when someone had settled on the couch next to him. he wasn't made aware until the book was plucked from his hold and utahime's lips were suddenly on his, kissing him. so surprised, satoru hadn't even returned the kiss for a few moments, and just when he was about to, she'd already broken it.

"utahime? you kissed me...?" he asked, as though it hadn't just happened. it was that much of a strange occurrence that part of him believed there had to be some sort of catch. his cheeks were flushed, a rare instance of satoru caught off balance and flustered by someone else. it wasn't too shocking it'd be utahime of all people, especially considering his blossoming crush on the older girl, but he knew she wasn't into him like that.

she wouldn't be interested in him if he were the last guy on earth. she'd made that pretty clear. she was being cruel. she had to know he liked her considering that stunt he pulled before. he wasn't particularly subtle about it, either. still, annoyance at her toying with him in such a way bothered him.

"give back my book. i was reading that," his expression was serious despite the blush still staining his cheeks. he was choosing not to dignify that interaction any further. it was probably a dare or something of the sort. he loathed the idea of that. did shoko put her up to it? promise she'd keep quiet about her beer stash? get her baseball tickets?

"i never took you as the type to so casually assault your favorite kouhai. pretty sure that's against shrine maiden code or whatever. don't blame me when you're disgraced, utahime," he said. opting to take matters back into his hands, satoru reached over and easily plucked the book from her, giving her a faux-bored stare. "i'll be taking that back. you can go run along and paint your nails with shoko or whatever."

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEYYYYY i saw ur wips and ran here as fast as i could !!!!!! ik we have already Talked abt vamp!geto x journalist!gojo x vamp!reader bUT im still begging for any crumbs or snippets u have they r my reason for being … same w knight!reader x prince!gojo i would love to know more abt the next part!! AND AND AND NEIGHBOR!MAKI??? I AM LOOKING

ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI IT'S SOOOO GOOD TO SEE U HERE<333

welcome back to my brainrot!!! the vamps - i'm pretty sure (very fucking sure) that i'm just gonna have to write multiple parts for that au!!!! not really part 1 and part 2 but just snippets from their life i think. ofc the first meeting between gojo and geto and reader but then i really wanna write about shoko and reader too, like how'd they meet etc. i can see like a rainy day with a shivering shoko heading to her favourite bar after a long work day. it's a pretty unpopular place; she has her own little spot in the window booth and the bartender already knows what she orders. a neon light hangs from above the bar but otherwise it's just some random low lamps that barely light up the place - it's perfect like that. the music isn't too loud either, it's mainly 80's music and stuff alike that. shoko thought it a bit lame at first but now, it's one of the reasons she keeps coming back. it's a perfect escape from the life she leads. on that rainy night, though.... the door swings open and a hooded figure struts to the bar, barely catching shoko's attention. she's busy watching the raindrops bash against the window, the cig slowly burning between her fingertips. the quiet clearing of a throat does pull her out of it - it's you. dark eyes and an even darker small smile, pointing to the seat opposite of her. "may i?" it's so sultry, catching shoko a bit off-guard. normally, she wouldn't let a stranger sit with her. why would she? but you? you're different. something about you is already making her hook onto you. digging around in your little bag, you pull out a cig of your own. but no lighter. you lean your elbows onto the table and toward the woman before you. "do you mind?" she knows what you mean; she's already clutching the tiny fire machine in her jacket pocket. the cig hangs from your mouth, a confident smirk pulling on the corners of your dark lips. her hand raises to it, she flicks the ligher and watches your lips fully curve around the thing. it takes light, the tip turns a bright orange for a second before dimming down; you inhale. deep. shoko's hand remains in its spot. and exhale. she gulps.

and reader and sugu, how their relationship began and overall how their life together is (talking about this with momo and i haven't stopped thinking about sugu owning a museum and all that). OKAY AS I WAS TYPING THIS U REBLOGGED IT so i know u've seen that too but yk i wanna elaborate on that more bc i loved that idea and since i'm talking about it already HE DOES PAINT. 1000000% THERE'S A MASSIVEEE MASSIVE ROOM FOR JUST HIM AND HIS ART. in the mansion and in the museum. the room has big windows and he looooves to paint just when the moon lights up the room.... it's perfect for painting u.

aaaaaand i mean geto and gojo duo is something that needs a deep fucking study too................. like ur slowdancing idea????? it lives in my head. i don't think it'll ever leave if i'm being honest. anyway i think gojo is almost as infatuated with geto as he is with u. c'mon???? he's fucking ethereal how could he not be??? i think he follows geto around at the house a lot. he wants to know what he does at all times, just wants to know more about him (he wants to hold his hand)(he wants to play with his hair). geto definitely finds it annoying at first i think i already said that but yeah. but fret not he does come off it after a while. what if gojo asks him to teach him how to paint????? so he watches gojo do it, but when he needs help he steps right behind him, chest touching gojo's back, hand grasping over his, guiding along the canvas. do u think gojo is paying any fucking attention at this point?????????? fuck no i'm sorry but that man is popping a boner. anyway. gojo accidentally teaches him some dirty jokes - geto swears he doesn't even listen to him but the stupid one-liners just keep coming out of his mouth (a sign that he's spending a lot of time with his little bf)(he's trying to ignore that fact).

as for our little prince and our little knight - the next part is imminent i promise!! i know i said that last weekend too but it's definitely dropping this weekend lmao. we learn a bit about shoko's (and the knight's) childhood and finally our favourite duo gets to bond over some childish laughter. but only just for a moment though....

ANYWAY neighbor!maki is very much inspired by a scene from the movie bound (1996). maki and the reader have seen each other a few times in the hallway of their apartment complex but they haven't spoken - until the reader goes to ask her for help. and then they both understand how attracted they are to each other. no smut not even suggestive they're just kind of flirting it's cute. i literally have so little of it but i still love the idea so muchhhh i need to finish it maki deserves it i love her

prince!gojo (autumn)

he has also learned that shoko had a friend, who was ready to do anything for her and for others for that's sake. with a deep sigh, she confessed that she regretted not taking in the other kid. shoko was more quiet, more well-behaved in a sense but the other kid - they kept getting into fights with the knights of the castle. "i kept scolding them over it. but no, they just kept going. later i learned that all of those beatings and slashings were for other kids." her head hanged low as she spoke. "they kept taking the blame for the younger kids, so that they wouldn't get hurt. stole food, so that they wouldn't starve. i didn't know."

the prince nodded along, surprised to hear about this noble kid. "where are they now?" he asked in a whisper, a little scared to hear the answer.

"they left. around the time they were twelve, i think. shoko was miserable. brought me and her flowers and bread; the most polite troubled kid i ever saw." she sighed."i was stupid."

neighbor!maki

"hi!

"hi." your neighbor takes a second to look at you.

"s-sorry, i don't mean to impose but could i ask for your help?"

"with what?" she asks with a raised brow.

"um, my sink fucking broke. a-and i saw you with a toolbox the other day and i t-thought maybe you could help me? if not, that's totally fine."

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"do i make you nervous, maki?"

"no."

she goes to grab the bottle from your hand, fingers brushing over yours.

"thirsty, maybe?"

"curious, maybe."