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Kinda tempted to invite someone from Bumble to a kink club play party tomorrow night, but that also seems like a bad choice for a first date if I'm not *just* trying to fuck 😂
#dating nonsense#i mean no guarantee they'd even say yes#but it probably sends the wrong message 🤣#bumble#like yes obviously I would also like to fuck but preferably someone who I enjoy the company of the rest of the time too
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NOVEMBER 19 : The Full Story 📝
oh well sort of, cause this is what is known and shared publicly with tons of filling in the blanks by cpfs. someone made a side by side incidents during this day and time for the past years 2017 to now 2023 and it’s good to see it all laid out. it’s hilarious to see the realization among turtles that we could be wrong about their anniversary date. for years, we always talked about the month of June but now, November is making a great argument 😂
( these freakin masterminds are so naughty! I swear!!! 🤣🤣🤣 )
source of the compilation i’m using to outline is 圣衣雪琳 cause they perfectly summed up the key points very well. I already talked about some of these in my previous post but this is for the “11/19 lore” exclusively and so we can expand on other years.
I’m a sucker for timelines so let’s go 💪🏼
2017: At this time, they already know of each other and depending on who you ask might have already been low key stalking the other. LOL. WYB’s was about Just Dance and ZZ is a selfie and hotpot ; the latter post about going home.
I don’t think that this holds much significance in terms of an actual relationship and stuff happening behind the scenes. However, it feels like fate that they both posted on this day even without that significance being there. We cpfs love to talk about how they are fated and certain things, no matter how mundane, turned out to be a piece that completed the puzzle. There is some push back with some turtles saying this shouldn’t be included cause it seems like the start of this 11/19 is 2018 but again, just leaving this here. I could probably add 2015/2016 if we really wanna back track lol
2018: THIS IS THE KEY CPN IN ALL OF THIS. I have already explained it here. The infamous Japan trip. How both of them seemingly making references to their post from this year vs today (2023) especially XZ who even posted on the same time. There are so many rumors about this timeline, even going as far as saying the next day, they started living together. How this was WYB saying it’s WYB, not LWJ. So the relationship they have now is not between fictional characters but the real one.
I’m eating this candy whole. No one can tell me otherwise. I’m sold 🤣🤣🤣
Have we been wrong? did they officially become together 11/19/2018. Some are even pointing out that one of GG’s photos shared today appears to be him traveling back from IM to Beijing.
and who is in Beijing? His home. Yibo. 🏡
We love to think about them sharing photos to each other and i’m imagining this is ZZ sending something similar to WYB and saying that he is on his way back.
2019: Bazaar video was released, it’s message being a favorite among BXGs. Going by the assumption that this is their anniversary of sorts, it makes sense to have a message like that to be delivered.
how he met his love in a dream ( presumably that summer and playing wwx opposite wyb’s lwj ) and when he woke up, his love is still there. meaning even in reality, he still feels the same. no. it was not scripted, the one who shot it said it was xz’s answer and he was shocked too.
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They posted some work related stuff on that day, with WYB’s being audi’s. the part of the caption we are clowning about is : Don’t blame me for not reminding you. Which in the original post and context is about the benefits you will get if you buy an Audi. but in cpn speak it could mean that ZZ probably forget, but he actually didn’t cause that bazaar love confession was clear.
2020: I already talked in detail over here #2 with was going on at the time.
It’s also the start of the whole Thursday is a good day to see you, in reference to WYB’s vogue post. Then it snowballed into a whole CPN of it’s own.
I forgot to add one important thing tho, around this time 11/18 there schedules were public and both are supposed to go back to Beijing. WYB was from Hangzhou and ZZ was from Nanjing. The incident of WYB changing his flight 3x so he can go back to Beijing is this time 11/18. We clowned that he was so eager to be in the same city with ZZ but with what we think now, it could be he wanted them to be together badly because it’s their anniversary the next day 11/19. 🤯
2021: Both of them posting a Douyin video that involves changing clothes. Which is a very common transition trend on the app but seeing it done on the same day was a treat and unusual. GG’s was posted 11/17 and WYB was 11/19.
I wanna remind people too that this is the same month we got the mysterious “voices” both in Shenzhen Vlog ( his husband wang yibo ) and talks of ZZ being at the Luoyang press conference filming. The same month the whole Ximalaya CPN started too. So they were definitely “acting up”.
2022: No actual posts but a parallel. 11/17, Guangdian appeared on the itunes chart because of fan’s effort. 11/18, WYB released a song ( government related ) called Light Chaser. So spotlight = light chaser has similar element and theme of light. Then on 11/20 WYB’s shared a douyin with 👀.
2023: Probably making up for how quiet last year was, they decided to give us a big hint/s of what 11/19 is all about. 😂😂😂
This is all fake and cpn talk. I do enjoy when candies go years back! This journey of trying to piece things together is a bxg’s strength so we’re really thriving today— with all the possibly unrelated events we have managed to stitch together into this! 🙃
#bjyx#yizhan#there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do#Youtube#i love watching all of us collectively lose our minds over this lol#ok i shall sleep now
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Hii 😍
What if your MC / LI sent the wrong picture to the wrong number? It can be a fun or spicy pic
Bahahaha! Oh PR, the silliness you bring out of me... Thank you for sending me this Ask! 🖤 Here's a short (but I couldn't find an appropriate pic for this, but I'm sure y'all can use your imagination... )🤣
Word Count: ~970
Warning: language; brief crude humor
AN: Some characters belong to Pixelberry; Erin belongs to @kat-tia801; the rest are my random OCs/friend group for the Ramseys; this is pure silliness (that no one should probably read lol) that I'm not even sure if it would actually happen (LOL); BUT it was fun, and it was totally inspired by Grey's Anatomy (IYKYK)
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"Oh no!" Tatum whimpers to herself. "No, no, no!"
She stares at her handheld mirror in horror as the intimate area between her thighs appears to be swelling with raised red bumps right before her eyes. She groans in frustration, grabbing a back scratcher, and thrashing it vigorously across her itchy skin.
Her phone pings. She growls in agony, tossing the wooden device across the floor and swiping across her phone.
Ethan: Checking out now. You almost ready?
Tatum's toes begin to curl as her manic desire to tear off her flesh begins to grow. Why did this have to be happening now?
Tonight was the annual "Thankmas" dinner with the Ramsey's closest and dearest friends. Because of PTO blackouts and staffing shortages, it is near impossible for everyone to get together on the actual holidays. So, they pick a weekend between Thanksgiving and Christmas–hence the name– to celebrate together, complete with tons of food, booze, games and gifts.
After they went on a long hike with their dogs during lunch, Ethan went to the liquor store while Tatum started getting ready for the evening. But while sitting at her vanity, she found herself feeling slightly itchy on her inner thighs. Before long, she was rubbing her private areas on the textured fabric of her stool. After drawing blood with her fingernails, she started using more blunt objects.
She knows better than to scratch, but this sudden rash was unbelievably miserable. Where the heck did this come from?
Tatum: Do you mind stopping at Rite Aid?
Ethan: ???
Tatum's phone pings again, this time receiving a message from their Thankmas group chat.
THANKMAS 2022
Julian: does everyone have the address?
Bryce: we're good! On our way
Victor: yes, parking in the back? We're heading that way
Shit. Everyone was already heading to the Santiago's home, and here she was, more interested in investing in a stainless steel cheese grater. Christ, she needs alcohol. And a new va-jay-jay.
Her phone pings.
Ethan: what do you need?
Tatum: I have a rash.
Ethan: Lovely.
Tatum: I'm serious, and I'm pretty sure I've clawed off my epidermis.
Ethan: Do you think it's from our hike?
Tatum: Shit. Our hike... remember when I needed to pee?
Tatum: Shit! This might be poison ivy!
Tatum: 😭
Ethan: where is it?
Tatum switches to her phone's camera function, and takes a quick shot of her inner thigh and partial visual of her labia. But, before she can send the pic of her puffy bottom, Tatum's cell alerts her of an incoming message from the Thanksmas group.
THANKMAS 2022
Julian: Ramseys: haven't heart from you. You good? Heading this way?
Tatum scoffs, rolling her eyes. Give me a second, Jules!
She clicks on Ethan's contact, pulling up the last message they were a part of. She pastes the picture of her swollen areas and clicks send.
She starts googling various over-the-counter remedies for itching relief, all of which they do not keep readily in their medicine cabinet.
Picking out a more comfortable outfit for the evening, Tatum's phone suddenly begins to ping incessasntly of text messages.
What?
The pings finally stop, only to be interrupted by her ringtone, alerting her of a phone call. She looks at the screen, Ethan's name illuminating.
"Hey," she answers pathetically, but she is quickly cut off.
"Tatum, what the fuck!?" Ethan restrains a roar.
"What–?"
"The picture, Tate!"
"Isn't it awful?" She begins to scratch again. "Do you think it's poison ivy?"
"I don't know," he barks sarcastically, "let's ask one of our friends what they think is on your vagina!"
"Huh?" Tatum swipes through her phone and realizes her mistake: she sent her infected crotch shot to their closest friends. First, she had a message from her best friend Erin Winters-Lahela.
Erin: IS THAT YOUR KITTY-CAT?!
Erin: HELL! WTF DID ETHAN DO TO YOU!??!
Then she clicked on the group message
THANKMAS 2022
Bryce: is that a raw turkey?
Bryce: are we having turkey?
Julian: LMAO! Looks more like a pussycat...
Bryce: oh snap 😱
Erin: Bryce, you better stop looking!
Erin: tabbing
Erin: down
Julian: a hairless one...
Erin: to
Chelsea: JULIAN MOISES! STOP LOOKING!
Chelsea: Tatum WTF?!
Erin: get
Victor: is that poison ivy?
Erin: pic
Erin: off
Erin: the
Abigail: Victor and I agree. We enlarged the pic. It looks like poison ivy. Our daughter had that this summer. U need some cortisone. I have a homemade jar of cortisone, essential oils and oatmeal u can have.
Abigail: I wouldn't wear any underwear if I were u.
Julian: that kitty needs some attention, Ethan
Julian: and she's going to be without panties?!
Ethan: JFC
Erin: screen
Julian: I volunteer to help if she can't reach. With the ointments.
Chelsea: JULES! SHUT UP!
A sudden queasiness hits Tatum's stomach. "Oh no–"
"Oh yes!" Ethan sighs, his irritation apparent.
"Oh my God, we can't go now. Oh my God, don't make me go--"
"Tate," he exhales heavily into silence. "Let's get you taken care of first. Let me grab some ointment." He sighs in irritation again. "I'm calling the ER--"
"The ER?"
"You need steroids--"
"Ethan!" She panics, tears forming in her eyes. "I just flashed my cooch to our best friends! I don't want anyone else from the hospital to see it--" She is interrupted by a deep chuckle coming over the receiver. "Ethan Jonah Ramsey... are you... laughing at me?" Ethan's snickers turn into a heavy laughter as Tatum begins to see red. "This isn't funny, Rams!"
"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he clears his throat. "But I do have good news for you."
"Hrmm?"
"I just looked up who was covering ER tonight, and luckily it's someone who's already seen your crotch."
"Huh?" Tatum curiously mutters. "Who?"
Ethan tries to stifle his titters. "Um... that would be Dr. Tobias Carrick."
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HIIII!!! Another ask bc I read Cadaverous, and omg I have many thoughts! This is gonna be a long one strap in my friend
I said in a comment I truly wonder about her father, like I swear *he's* the reason she isn't human, but I'm probably wrong! As well, I wonder if her mother knew when she was born. I have a lot of feelings Abt her mom and none of them are good lmao
But ! I'm quite intrigued, because you put Toriel In your story! A lot of HorrorTale fics don't use her, they say Frisk killed her! I was happily surprised!! (Also I don't read many HorrorTale readers bc... They always do noncon and that's an ick for me but anyway)
I also find it rlly funny how Sans is *also* not gonna talk Abt the whole soulmate thing. I rlly wonder what Papyrus would say... And also I am gonna cry, bc in DEISY papyrus called MC sister, and I can rlly see that *hurting* mc here real bad, I wonder how , if at all, that's gonna work. Especially since MC has more of a protective streak with siblings. (Mood)
I'm really excited to see how you do Grillby's, and other monsters! And I'm still just very excited to see how MC reacts more to genuinely kind people. Because I think, no matter what, Papyrus is kind and especially to someone important to his brother! And like it or not, Mc is important to them. I wonder if she's gonna still destroy humanity and start another war that destroyed the world already. Or if, without their food, theyrw still gonna send people down the hole. Instead, they may just eat them. Really, don't know what they thought would happen by hurting their literal food source . Should have just tried to keep MC happy, really. Kiss her ass! Or yk. They coulda not been absolute shitlords and instead been kind human beings- but then it wouldn't be a story!
I'll probably message more as I gain more thoughts and reread, but GOD every story you write always makes me want to know more! You have a great way of making us question what really went on in their backstory. I always wanna know more!
Thank you as always for writing, it's a pleasure to read it every time! Thank you!
Aaaaaaaaa >////< Thank you so much!! Honestly, I means so much to me when people like my writing, I'm so happy 😊♥️♥️♥️
And on to the questions! Or thoughts 🤣
Hmmm.....all I can say is it's very interesting that you suspect y/n's father may be the cause of all of this 😌 And as for her mother - yup, she's she's horrible person, completely irredeemable 😂😅 But y/n was born naturally, and before her sister, making her the elder sister! Nothing weird there.
Oh really??? I didn't know that! Every Horrortale fic I've read does have Toriel there - even if she's o lying mentioned briefly. Basically, I have more plans for her in the story, ehehehe. >:3
Sans and y/n already have something in common, yaaay! 😂 Sans is....well, a lot more complicated as a character than he first appears (and yes, he's already a complicated dude 🤣) - but we'll unravel more of that later on.
Ahhhhh, my poor Papyrus 😭 He's been through a lot (well, they all have), so he's got a lot of hurdles to jump. The sibling thing may or may not feature 😉
Aaaaaa, I'm so excited about introducing Grillby and everyone else! Let's just say that they're going to be, we'll....pretty damn important lore wise, at least in terms to why y/n is the way she is.... >:3
Nah, you're good, the people on the surface really are shitlords 😂 Well, not all of them, but that's another story 😉 But yes, they made a massive error....or, at least, Michael did. But then, he's also a completely unhinged dude, so he wasn't really thinking about anyone but himself. Things will be changing up there....that's all I can say. 🙃
But again, thank you so much - and thank you so much for reading! 🥺♥️♥️♥️ And thank you for the asks - I really love receiving them, ehehehhe 😊
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List 3 of your favorite sims from other simmers you enjoy and explain why (Send this to 10 other blogs 💖💖)
Gaaaaah, you're really making me work here. 😅 Three? Only three? But I love so many!!! 😫
In no particular order:
Noel IcantrememberhislastnameplsforgivemeIamsuchabadfriend from @happy-lemon and if you've ever seen her No Rules Legacy, he's waaaaaaaaaaaay back there in the generations. He wasn't an heir but he was the husband of Kana the...gen 2? heir. I am horrible with numbers, but I think she was immediately after Nara. Anyway, he had such a wonderful laid back vibe to him. I always lovingly referred to him as Dumpster Boy because that's where Kana found him. In the dumpster. He was dumpster diving and she pulled him out of the trash, fixed him up, and he went on to become the cutest dad/husband/Sim you could ever want. Trish was kind enough to send him to me, for reasons I don't remember because it's been a while...I'm fairly certain I didn't beg on my hands and knees but who can say? It's lost to time. I turned the boy into a werewolf because I thought it would be funny to have a vegetarian werewolf and it was. It really was. Noel was just as sweet and laid back in my game as he was in hers and he was instant best friends with Duchess the dog. Those two were inseparable. It was so cute. 🥺🥺🥺 You knew he was going to be on this list, Trish. This was calculated lmao. 🤣
Nero Lieder from @getboolpropped and I think the reasons why should be obvious. Bad person? Check. Transformed into a toad for an extended period of time? Check. Absolutely hilarious in any form? Check. I had me a binge of @getboolpropped's blog recently and of course I fell in love. The style, the editing, the humor. 👨🍳👌💋 Literally immaculate. And while I will miss Nero's toad form, the schnoz is iconic.
Why are you only allowing me three? I can't believe you've done this. Ok ok I'll stop whining (lies, I'll never stop whining). Jonah from @gaiahypothesims I mean it isn't just Jonah but you did say a specific Sim but honestly all the characters are so interesting and the storyline is so good and Jonah is very very very attractive. 😁 He's rough around the edges but he loves his daughter and he's got layers to him. Idk I'm always reluctant to describe other people's characters because I start getting panicky like "omg what if I read the character wrong and I'm totally off base from what the writer intended and I'm just displaying my ignorance to the entire world and the writer is gonna see this and know I'm a dumbass" and this is the entire reason I don't write book reviews on Goodreads because I start wondering if I really understood what I read but like that's probably just me. Anyway, that's for my therapist to untangle. I'm a sucker for a tough guy who loves kids in any media. Go read the story and fall in love with Jonah and everyone else, too. It's very well-written. You won't regret it.
Ok I'mma send this other people but I always hate doing that because I'm like what if they don't want to do it and I'm just being a nuisance what if they secretly hate me what if--LAURA OMG call your therapist. Just my disclaimer: if you get this message from me, you are under no obligation to do the thing. I have no expectations. You are free. I love you. 😚
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Have you seen the newest tweet about the next Helluva Boss episode? Looks like Striker's coming back, and once again Stolas is gonna be a focus in the episode. I'm assuming it'll be a Stolitz wankfest again with Striker being jealous. Something tells me they'll have blown a lot of budget on getting Norman Reedus again, so they may kill Striker off.
I'm a former supporter of the show (before I knew about all the horrible shit that happened behind the scenes), who slowly began to lose interest during Season 1, before leaving the fandom in Season 2.
I'm worried this episode will be more of the same. Thoughts?
TW: Blood, Gore.
I personally just feel that Striker's entire existence is a Stolitz wank fest. Even from the beginning, they made him have the brain of a rock (he tried to shoot someone with the door unlocked, in a populated house- WHAT THE FUCK?! 😂🤣) just as an excuse to have that angst fest with Blitz to make us feel like it's somehow "wrong" for Blitz to be with Stolas. When Stolas is awful?! He's the literal monarchy that's being a jerk to their species? So whether Striker had alterior motives- killing Stolas would actually help them since he OWNS IMP SLAVES and feeds off of their labor like other species! Is this series seriously trying to suggest that the audience should side with the monarchy who owns slaves in the show just because the writers find them to be hot? What kind of message is that?!
People also keep fetishizing the fact that Stolas is being kidnapped-
-when Striker stabs him?! Why the fuck would you fetishize that?!
LET ALONE SHIP THE CANON RELATIONSHIP WHERE ITS A KIDNAPPER AND HIS VICTIM WHO HE IS TRYING TO ABUSE AND KILL?! Why is Stella abusing Stolas "the last straw" but Striker doing it is seen as "hot and sexy/quirky!" ?! Again, as ive said before, people will use the "ship and let ship!" excuse to have black propaganda ("black" as in the color not the race.) to pretend as if being a creep is on the same level of being gay just because both are looked down upon. They'll pretend as if shipping toxic relationships and shipping gay ships are somehow "in the same catagory of problematic" just because they're both looked down upon in certain places.
When people hate people that are gay for prejudice reasons.
-and people hate creeps because they HURT PEOPLE!
One being unjustifed, while the other is entirely justifed since they misrepresent actual traumas and cause people harm! So if a ship is toxic, maybe... I dont know... dont use it as an excuse to publically fetishize trauma? Maybe dont be an asshole to trauma victims and weaponize trauma as an excuse to be said asshole?! Maybe give a shit about the messages you people are sending out there since it's being posted IN PUBLIC?! Maybe dont be an asshole people?!
-and back to the episode: Seeing how they'll probably have millions of scenarios where Striker could kill Stolas easily but then just go the "HE TORTURE STOWAS BECAUSE HE'S A MEANIE!" route to make him have no brain, same for Stella "TORTURING POOR STOWAS!" and having no personality as an excuse to make people go "🥺" at Stolas as much as humanly possible. It sucks, because I really wanted to like Striker. He has a cool design and I really like his voice but DAMN have they fucked up his story to hell and back!
#helluva boss criticism#tw blood#another draft post I needed to finish#finally got around to answering your ask! your’re welcome! <)
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Chat fic, Lucas's verse. File 1
Opening chat: Fam
PapaClaus😎: I’m going to the grocery store on my way home, anyone wants anything?
💕Marsh💕: I want choco cookies!!! 🍪🍪🍪 and cake!!!! pls 🎂 pls 🍰 pls 🥺
MomLuke🌻: Marsh we have sweets home.
PapaClaus😎: Listen to your mother Marsh *wink wink*
💕Marsh💕: Ok dad :c *wink wink*
MomLuke🌻: Claus, if I see a single new package of cookies or whatever, you are sleeping in the car.
PapaClaus😎: You wouldn’t do that to your own brother 🥺
💕Marsh💕: Dady I think mom knows about the wink 😣
PapaClaus😎: I think he does 😣
💕Marsh💕: F cookies 😢
PapaClaus😎: You will be remembered 🤧
💕Marsh💕: 🫡
Lucas smiled at his phone, he may buy a small cake on his back anyway. A new notification popped up. The chat belonged to the special task force of the police department. Just in case Marsh wanted to play with his phone he named it something lame like work.
He opened the chat called Work.
Teddy: Lucas, I sent you some stuff, please review it asap. I think your suspicions were correct.
Lloyd: I sent you the results from forensics too. This bastard is sick.
Tony: And that is saying something considering our usual cases.
Luke: Ok, I will review everything now.
He put his phone down and concentrated on the documents. This damned psychopath, he always regretted being right in cases like this. If it weren’t for some documents that he had access thanks to his profession as a lawyer, they may have never figured out he targeted kids too.
Filled with determination and anger he started to make all the mental note necessary to help the team get proof without falling in some kind of legal loophole that could harm the designated prosecutor’s case later.
The cases they dealt were so delicate that even the police needed direct assistant in some legals matters. He was so focused on what he needed to say that he opened the first chat in his list, without realising that the order had changed while he review the documents.
Opening chat: Fam
💕Marsh💕: And tifanny said that may dress was cute! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° 🥰 💞
PapaClaus😎: I’m glad sweety. See? What did your dad say? You rock all looks! 😎
💕Marsh💕: Thanks dady! 😽💖
MomLuke🌻: That motherfucker is fucked, wait a minute I will send you something, this bloody asshole is going down.
💕Marsh💕: Curse words! 😧
PapaClaus😎: Bro! Wrong chat! Don’t curse here dude!
💕Marsh💕: Mom is a bad example 😢
PapaClaus😎: We are having a LONG chat when you get home. Like seriously Lucas, check your app before sending stuff.
💕Marsh💕: Dady what does fuck mean? 🤔🤔🤔
PapaClaus😎: … Do you see what you did Lucas? 😑
Lucas was screaming as silently as a grown-up man in his personal office could do. He was so screwed!
MomLuke🌻: Sorry… I will be more careful next time.
This message has been deleted
PapaClaus😎: 😒
💕Marsh💕: 😒
Opening chat: Work
Luke: I will send you a document soon, wait a minute please, something came up.
Tony: What happened?
Teddy: Are you alright?
Lloyd: ????
Luke: I accidentally cursed on my family chat thinking I was talking with you guys.
Tony: 🤣
Teddy: 🤣🤣
Lloyd: 🤣🤣🤣
Teddy: Alright, go and make some damage control 😂
Luke: 😓
Opening chat: Fam
MomLuke🌻: What if I tell you that I will buy cake on my way home?
💕Marsh💕: Cake! 🍰 Thank fuck! We have cake dady! ❤️🎂❤️
PapaClaus😎: … Do you see what you did? 😒
MomLuke🌻: I’m so sorry! 😱
Lucas left his phone aside and let his head rest in his hands. Was it too late to say that he was going to arrive late home today? Probably it was.
His phone’s screen lit up; Claus send him a direct message. He was not hearing the end of this soon, wasn’t he?
Happy Luness everyone!
This thime, and I think that for the first time ever in a fanfic? We introduce you Claus's daugther! Li'l Miss Marshmallow! (and in some future Ninten's daughter too asdasd)
Now I kinda want cake too :v
✨L✨
#wrigth anatomy au#lucas mother 3#lucas#claus mother 3#claus#tony earthbound#teddy mother 1#lloyd mother 1#lloyd earthbound#lil miss marshmallow#fic#fanfiction#luness#happy luness!
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Masooooooon 🤗 for the let's get personal I'd love the answers to:
17, 18, 23, 26, 28, 35, 49, 72, and 79
Thank you, beloved Pistachio! This took me a minute 😅 (Send asks, folks! Pistachio has left you all at least 2 questions from that list.)
17: What was the last lie you told?
Gosh, straight for the throat. 😂 Hm. Oh, I know. Replied to a work message saying “sorry I didn’t see this until just now!” I saw it, I just didn’t want to answer. 🙃
18: Do you believe in karma?
I’d like to (I have a strong sense of justice [an autistic trait]), but I don’t think it’s real. Or at a minimum I don’t think it’s consistent.
23: How do you vent your anger?
As an adult, I usually just vent to a friend. If I’m super furious I will find a minimally destructive activity like tearing up scrap paper or cardboard boxes.
26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?
For the most part. I’ve realized that every few years when I reflect on my younger self I always feel like that person was an ass clown (no matter what age). But I’m starting to cut them some slack.
28: What’s your biggest “what if”?
I feel like there’s a couple different kinds of what ifs. What if X never, what if Y in the future.
What if I had a better childhood is one I think about a lot. I experienced Some Things and had an undiagnosed disability. So I wonder how I would have turned out with more support and less baseline terror.
My forward facing what if is equally a bummer. A lot of my what if energy is spent on what if I end up unhoused? Which is probably a direct consequence of the aforementioned what if. 🫠
35: To you, what is the meaning of life?
I’m not sure there is one. That is to say, I don’t think there is inherent meaning so it is whatever each person makes of it. I mostly try to find small things to enjoy and try not to be an asshole.
49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?
A few times. My favorite was during undergrad. I was one of the top students in my CS program. The program was almost entirely men and the popular rumor was that I only did well in classes because I was providing sexual favors to the male professors. 🤣 I didn’t look overtly queer at the time, though I’m sure most other gays would have clocked me instantly. It was really infuriating (still is on some level), but if you’ve ever met me you’d immediately find that rumor terribly laughable. Graduated with an award and honors, though. 🙃
72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
That’s just a sneaky way of asking three questions, but I’ll allow it.
a) Probably. I think context and transparency are important and my behavior would change so I wouldn’t want people to worry (about the wrong thing?).
b) Assuming (unrealistically) that I will be in perfect health until the moment I drop dead, I’d use all my vacation time (why quit when I can force the company to pay for my last month of fun), make an effort to see some friends, ensure my estate stuff is in order and there’s a good home for my dog, maybe finish writing some things, and eat whatever I’d like. If I were going to die a really painful death, I might consider other arrangements to end things in advance.
c) Not exactly. I dislike pain and loss of independence, so if those are part of the experience then I would be afraid of that. I don’t think anything happens after death other than the electrical and chemical interactions in my body ceasing, in turn causing my conscious mind to cease. For folks around my age and older, I have always pictured it like the way tube televisions used to turn off. The screen goes blank, there’s an odd hum, and you can sense the shift of static electricity dissipating from the machine.
79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?
I think my career choices. I work in a field I’m really passionate about and it’s afforded me a decent life in the hellscape of late-stage capitalism. I’m stressed out a lot, but if I’m going to be stressed out regardless, at least I can do work that feels meaningful.
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Hii 😍
What if your MC / LI sent the wrong picture to the wrong number? It can be a fun or spicy pic
Hi!
I usually would create a little ficlet to answer this kind of ask, but I have many OCs, so there would be many different responses. And my brain is fried lately... So I hope it's okay to just share some headcanons.
I can absolutely affirm to you Daphne (D&D MC AU) would never send a wrong pic to anyone. Ever. Because of her past issues with revenge porn and cyberbullying, she's extra careful and double checks her messages and the sender at all times.
Evelyn (OPH MC) probably is the one who has more trouble with sending wrong messages. Specially when she's tired or sleep deprived. But it wouldn't be something serious. Most likely, she'd just send silly memes in the work group chat. Also Rafael gets a lot of pics of medications or prescriptions Evelyn was supposed to send to a patient or a friend who asked for help in the middle of the night 😂
Natasha (PM MC), Samantha (BB MC), Jade (TRR MC) and Ayla (MOTY MC) are the ones who like sending nudes and mostly send them to the wrong people. Natasha would just apologize and make a joke in case it happens. Though it'd be a scandal to send a nude on the Bernhardt Academy parents group chat, Ayla would know how to get out of trouble with ease and even earn a few fans in the process 🤣🤣🤣
Samantha would have a lot of trouble in this department, given her history of a love triangle including her boss and her now boyfriend. But the one who would be in serious trouble would be Jade. She's a politician, Cordonian are prudes, you get the idea... 😑 She would find a way to get out this kind of mess eventually, but it certainly wouldn't be easy.
Thanks for the ask, dear 😊
#lori answers#peonierose#ocs ask#daphne wang#evelyn bennington#jade bourbon#natasha park#samantha holden
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✨ Okay so everybody's 'normal' is completely different so no I do not think you are crazy - what I do think is that if you were to channel all of your care & attention for Jacky into yourself instead, then you would literally be UNSTOPPABLE.
Think of how much time & energy you give that boy - now imagine if that were all focused on you and your needs instead. All of your skills and passion to put into your own self interests rather than someone else's? Giiiirl there would literally be no stopping you 💪🏻👑🤩
I agree that going from your current position to 'cold turkey' probably isn't feasible, and you're right, you've put in so much work with your fanpage to just give it all up now - so why not make smaller steps instead? You could turn it into a Leicester Tigers page instead? Do profiles on all players - updates on games, give your honest opinions on them! I think in doing that, you would still get a bit of your Jacky 'fix' but also you'd be weaning yourself off of him by having so many other focuses at the same time 💖 What do you think??
Hey try not to be annoyed about not knowing how to fix something right now, because knowing what needs fixing in the first place is half the battle! So yay you! *we love a self aware queen* 👑
I can understand closed stories tbh! These younger professional guys have to be so cautious about what they post online nowadays - I'd probably do the same! 😂🙈
Oooh how do you know it's xmas party on sun? (a bit early this year?) But yeh all the Nottingham girls will probs be there 🤣 but my new favourite quote is: 'if it's out of your hands then it should be out of your mind too' 💖
So I'll just be hoping for a good game of rugby on Sunday instead! 😆🙈👌🏻
*sending you lots of love and hugs sweetie* xxx
So sorry I had a little crycry while writing you the last message mostly because I know that what the hate-anons told me previously is still somehow in my system. Even tho there is absolutely nothing right or true about what they said.
I cannot really do that since there is already someone covering that and with the username I choose... But I will try somehow. I was doing statistics and duels so it wasn't only focused on him only but it takes more time...
Self aware of all that is wrong with me yeah not really convinced it is very much help but I will not self pity here I do already 80% of time.
yeah but I think they only do bereal and snapchat now they are almost never on insta anymore.. He is even more constant on twitter than anything.
Will cusack posted a story because will findley needed a +1 for christmas party and he posted a picture of him abs out in a swimmingpool so I know it is their christmas party... kill me already
out of sight out of mind uh
see today it is me the grumpy one and lack of emoji
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omg ok so .... the whole drama with that weird pepsi guy is hes mad hild called him r*tarded
what a meltdown, fuck hild tho that really doesnt need to be thrown around for no reason lol. like, congrats youre on the exact same level as the other dipshit now. idk about all yall but thats not how im raising MY kids right now...... words are words, use them wisely. even if youre handling somebody maybe not fit for society at large .... 😂
still. the r-Slur rubs me particularly wrong, as i love my niece with down syndrome so so much.... i dont know what id do if somebody let that slip around me.... my mama bear instincts would probably leave no survivors...! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
What?? Did you accidentally send this to the wrong blog??
I think I saw a pepsi-something blog getting mad at a post by @kiefbowl and sending her hate messages? Is this about that?
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7th Dimension (Chapter 7)
PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 6
7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST
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Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)
Summary: Mind Training with Gojo Satoru had been beneficial to the both of you. You were given a mission to bake him sweets and in return of earning a 10/10 rating from the Great Teacher Gojo would result for a Shopping Spree treat from the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive.
Warnings: This is quite...fluffy in terms of knowing their impressions or discoveries for each other? I hope y'all get my point...Heehee. The word 'shit' and Damn? Gojo Satoru's existence and his teasing self? Earth references. Orbeez Balls is mentioned here and also COVID-19 as well. I dunno how I've connected it to this story. Hehe. It just happened while I was writing away. Satoru, not knowing what personal space is. This has been long and descriptive. 😭 I'm sorry. Also I have no idea if they have a teacher's dormitory since it hasn't been mentioned (as far as I remember yet I'm quite forgetful bb's 😅😭) but let's just say that there is. Reader is now officially a simp for him? LMAO HEHEHE Gojo just doesn't know what personal space is all the damn time.
Tell me if you want to be tagged whenever I publish chapters for 7th Dimension! Send an ask or message me!
A/N: I'm starting to feel jealous over my own character here---TINY-CHAN, MOVE OVER! 😭😭 COME ON. 😭 *coughs* Next chapters would be bisections of Chapter 7. I've segregated it in 4-6 parts because it's too long for one chapter? Hehehe. ENJOY!
COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE SUPER-DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED! IT GIVES ME MUCH MOTIVATION AND INSPO! SORRY IF THERE ARE LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS! I ain’t a professional writer! I’m just a simp and a potato-hoe! LMAO. 🤣
Words: 7.2k+ (THIS IS A LOT FOR ONE CHAPTER I'M SORRY. It's very detailed. T3T)
Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.
People who woke up in high spirits in an abnormally early morning were marked to be notable within the vast troops of mankind. In all honesty, those types of people were of different species---probably the best of the best because they were considered to be productive, fruitful for any activity or responsibilities that would land on their hands.
Whilst the classification where as humans who woke up on the wrong side of the bed; utterly grouchy with plastered ridges of his or her own wrinkled pillows slapped on the skins of their faces, displaying such a portrayal of how deep they were in their sleep and honoring such an unpleasant sight of tightly furrowed brows because of a loud, blaring alarm that reverberated around a room you were trying to habituate in---these kind of people were the stereotypical back in your dimension.
Quote, Back in your dimension. Unquote.
Experiencing mirth in an odd, early morning will never be your style. Even after you had your own business, it was a bad habit but you were coping. Note the word, were. It has not been a hundred percent adapted yet before you were brought on a world that was bound to give you headaches after headaches.
Especially if one case of an headache would include the dealings you had for a particular white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer or be in communication with Satoru Gojo twenty four seven.
It would be a hell of an headache.
The visualization was beyond giving you neuralgia. Albeit, Satoru's visuals---which has been prepossessing since the moment you've recalled the concept of him without his mask on was undeniably delightful to wake up to, it wasn't sufficient if it meant that he had to menacingly set an alarm on exactly four in the damned morning and at full volume, trying to get you to rise-and-shine with a blue sticky note to your forehead.
Four in the freakin' morning.
You bet the odds that not even his students were awake at this particular time of the day where the sun wasn't even shining yet.
With the sticky note on hand, a deep scowl to your face, you've brought yourself to the side of the bed. The glossy forest wood planks in a chorus of brown, it's varnish trapping along the moisture of the wood has been brisk beneath the soles of your feet as you've given the room a once over.
Satoru wouldn't have used his abilities to warp inside your room and scribble such a messy alphabet in Roman style as if it has been forcefully copied letter by letter from Google Translate, right?
You were skeptical over the entire idea. Yet, deep down, it felt like he was bound to be that type of guy especially when one of his abilities had the benefit of teleporting or warping from one place and to the other. For the most part, he obviously would because you were currently shoved towards the teacher's dormitory. Postulating over the expanse of what the room appeared to have, it was technically a lot wider and spacious with a hint of a bachelor's sense of interior design, you guesstimated that this was Satoru's dormitory room.
Besides, the distinct scent of perfume; how Musk and Sandalwood wafted through your nose, you knew it was his from the moment you've stepped foot inside the area. Also, you were manhandled by the man himself, shoving you inside his room before you could even react as he bid his goodbye.
Where was he going to sleep then? Well, he sure did look like he was one of the minted. A person who had the privilege in calling the shots. With over how he had requested for a private plane with just one call away? he probably had that type of wealthy prerogative. You've pursed your lips at that, musing on the thought. Might as well admit that Satoru was rolling in the riches then.
Hence, the note that has been written in a tortuous duplication of the roman alphabet scribbled with black ink tells you that he belonged in the affluent society in their dimension after reading through the lines, comprehending that this proposal had a prize or treat included which lightened up the cranky mood that you were tailoring at the present time.
"Tiny-Chan's Mind Training with Satoru: 'Create anything sweet for the 'Great Gojo'
This will be graded. Prizes may vary. 10/10 rating will be rewarded with a Shopping Spree funded by the Strongest. Hehehe. >:)"
You have been ignoble over your own skills in terms of the culinary or baking side. Despite of the profession you had been in; the concept of having your business over it. This has still been one of your study and tentation. A hit or miss moments or the R and D whenever you encounter something new; something that was far beyond the customary.
Satoru had not mentioned any specifics towards what type of sweetmeat he wanted. However, you've reckoned he would want something of the Japanese cuisines in which he probably have been familiar with.
You might as well add a dash of your own favorite tastes and concoct something out of the blue with whatever ingredients were to be seen in a kitchen that you know would be difficult to find in a broad place within the school you were in. The problem with Tokyo Jujutsu High was that there has not been a lot of people to be seen nor were you introduced to yet.
How you've been shoved inside Satoru's room by the man himself felt like he was trying to keep you hidden as possible despite the chances of meeting another person within the area was a ten out of hundred from the lack of people or staff that inhabited the area.
Though, you were rest-assured someone had owned the room beside yours because you remembered someone kicking on your doors and hollering out Satoru's surname behind the locked hatch.
You obviously were sleeping like a log to even bother and give her your acknowledgement. First and foremost, you never comprehended the Japanese language unless it was Satoru who was talking. The world made it seem like you had no other choice but to communicate and live through him.
Damn it.
After at least a minute of trying to break down the doors in the least, quietest way as possible, this person left with unfathomable phrases of Nihongo that led you to pulling the duvet over your head a lot more than you ever did.
You had the sticky note on your hand, your eyes squinted so hard because of how your perspective was still blurry from the abnormally early rouse. With eyes that hinted a little of corin pigmented morning glory, you've prodded them off with the back of your fingers as an unalluring yawn left your mouth, drowsily murmuring beneath your breath, "This isn't mind training. He just wanted me to make something for him. Ah, this guy and his addiction for sweets...really,"
Cookies and Cream Mochi Ice Cream.
In all likelihood, that irresolute feeling inside of you says that this was an atrocious concoction for a mochi flavor. It was an unusual choice rather than the threadbare ones; chocolate and vanilla being the first of your selections. Second would've been strawberry and red bean. Be that as it may, you've still chosen an option that left you ambivalent nor where you confident enough for it to taste ideal for everyone as this has been the first time you've tried to produce such a dessert.
You've tightly sealed the tupperware with its locks that clicked from the sides. Those were the last batch---the extras that came from the excess ingredients that weren't bound to be kept as it would lessen the quality and freshness of the dish. You decided that it was best to just hand the last batch of mochi ice cream to Satoru's students or to whoever wanted it. You've estimated to have at least only two batches of them. Surprisingly, there has been another which consisted another dozen pieces of it. Three batches that had different colorants but held the same flavors for all. Red, Purple and White.
The kitchen island were in a heap of rice-flour, used glass bowls and other scullery paraphernalia that aided you through the cooking. Tokyo Jujutsu High and the tranquility it offered kept you in a fazed consolation over being on one's Jack Jones. Was it the fact that there weren't a lot of people nor staff that paraded along the institution regardless of how tremendous the school appeared to be?
Or was it because you were used to playing your set of song playlist whenever you were strenuously engrossed every time you were cooking dishes. Somehow, you were aggravated over the fact that your phone---the one that has been constantly in Satoru's pockets and were being kept detained because of a question that you couldn't grasp an answer to---weren't with you as he was utterly obtrusive that you had your passcode saved using his exact birthdate.
You had no idea over what day or month his birthday even was. The guy was probably just an egomaniac to assume that you were bewitched of him enough to have it used as a password.
But, were you not? Entirely bewitched by Satoru's pulchritudinous charm and enchantment?
His eyes were the Ethers; the bluest of blue---celestial Arctic blue that could define the islands of the Blessed. Satoru's beauty could beckon an ailing saint, reinvigorate your flawed soul that traipsed along the crippled path towards Siberia. The shattered utopias that pooled inside those eyes of his---you've foolishly shook your head, mentally eradicating those descriptive thoughts which always kept your heart on tenterhooks. Your mouth were kept in a tight thin line as you've pulled the freezer to the institute's French-door refrigerator, the heartbeat of yours increasing from the sudden outrage you have been feeling. Satoru had been a plague, the COVID-19 to humanity's 2020 back in your dimension.
Hence, even in his world, COVID-19 hadn't been entirely eradicated after all. You doubt he was bound to be exterminated when he was utterly self assertive that he was of person described by everyone as someone who was 'invincible'.
It was impossible to believe so because in your perspective, he was an utter man-child.
Either that, you weren't just given the unabridged sight of what he was absolutely capable of because everybody---including the authoritarians seemed to be like he had them wrapped around his fingers in spite of how they abhorred him for a complex personality and potential that they couldn't keep a tight rein on.
Abhorred. You wouldn't get to the point of describing Satoru that way when he was out with you, trying to offer a lending hand over how to bring you back to your dimension. Though, his proposals had a price---a cost that you surely couldn't put two and two together yet because his assistance were nonsensical to aid such amnesia---you might as well just comply to what he wanted. Although, it mostly has been off the subject.
"Tiny-Chan! Yoohoo!"
Speak of the handsome devil.
You've closed the bottom freezer with your black and white converse that has been besmirched in turf and grunge, even with dried up ichor as well. Your whole being went stiff upon hearing his silvery voice echo around the kitchen, the sobriquet that left his lips sounded jocular more than ever as if he had been chanting the epithet while he was tracking you down. There was this sudden need to clear your throat, your eyes momentarily fluttering close as if to ruminate over how your mind instantly went blank for a second from his unforeseen arrival.
Straightaway, at that exact moment, you knew that his existence was meant to beset your stray soul that wandered upon a dimension which was not meant for you to promenade in.
Without even sparing him a glance, you've unfastened the knot of the strawberry designed apron around you. His heavy, faint footfalls progressed louder, signaling you that he was coming nearby.
You had no idea but you were---indeed, panicking.
Satoru took a second from the figure that stood before the refrigerator, wondering along the hatch as he merrily peeked through the edge of the door with a beam on his face. The moment it fell was when the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer couldn't get the drift of who exactly has been cooking that he had felt the need to verify by scrutinizing you beneath his sunglasses, getting an absolute detail and a definite clearer view without the shroud of his calignous, arrant sunglasses which wasn't as nifty as the normal ones that ordinary people wear.
Well, he wasn't bound to be defined as someone who was normal nor ordinary anyways.
"Eh? You're wearing my uniform?" Gojo was inquisitive as he welcomed himself all the way in as the latter spotted you on the corner, straining to stand on your tippy-toes with your grubby apron.
The effigy of you bedizened in a uniform he had been donning since the day he had it specially customized, his midnight blue parka that ended right just below your knee. An unmistakably declaration that his customary clothing were downright a mammoth next to a kitty---as clear as day, Satoru's garment was clearly vast for your poky height. The sleeves of his jacket felt like it had been an utter hassle as you've been struggling to yank them over your arm because of how it had been over the length that even the fabric that went along his neckline have been made to cover up your entire mouth as if you were one Jujutsu Sorcerer who had some type of cursed speech technique just like Inumaki Toge.
He couldn't grasp at the sensibilities but this went over his system like how Cabernet tasted best chambré; how his coffee had to have at least an additional spoonful of sugar and how he was always in a quandary over choosing what was superior for his palates, would it be chocolate butternut or red velvet?
It was the kind of a mare's nest. Labyrinthine intimation of a discovery that pervaded the desolated garth with tepid sunbeams and binding, eager roses wading its way along the terra firma, neglectful over the barbs that came with it.
Satoru felt like this was an aberrant sensibility that required a doughty explanation. However, it made it seem like it was better unrefuted.
You were heedless over how his broad smile turned nominal, his beam never showing the pearly whites, you've deadpanned. Though, your sentences still felt like it was dancing along the words because of how you claimed, speaking tongue-in-cheek, "Because I had to shower and these were the only clothing you left in that closet of yours. It seemed quite intentional. Don't you think?"
Gojo had his hands inside his pockets as he paved his way, utterly curious over what you had cooked or concocted for him, nearing in as he paused alongside you, leaning beside the kitchen counter as he basically loomed before your height. It was thoroughly evident over how towering he was compared to yours that he had to peer down and be engulfed by his shadows.
"It wasn't! I had a lot of extra pairs! I hardly use the dormitory anymore the past few months,"
Finally, having the willpower to acknowledge his presence, you've turned your head to be met by his clothed chest. Life was unfair, really. How the simplest clothing that Satoru wore could leave every woman breathless and drowning in his enchantments. You've given him a once over, scanning him from toes to head---the opposite of people's daily habit---heedful that it was a deliberate act from your side because of how skeptical you were over what he had to wear for his head clothing. Was it the blindfolds or sunglasses?
To keep your heart steady before it could even be the only sound you were bound to be distracted with aside from Satoru's presence, you've noted how he was garbed with plain black jeans, a plain white shirt partnered with a lavish, sable leather jacket that glorified his broad shoulders and---
---his sunglasses. The difference today was that he was wearing the circle ones you were adamant of him to wear, those particular specs that you've spurned him to think that it was better than the current ones he had.
What antagonized you even more was that Satoru had an amicable smile on his face, dithering the image with the winsome crinkle of his eyes. You could clearly tell that this was poles apart to those skittish grins he always shared with you, the mischievous beams that would tell that it was no good to the society.
Your responses were sprightly. An apparent, involuntary response that has gotten you throwing the refrigerators wide open, feigning an act that you had something to grab onto from the fridge when it has just been your reckless reflexes to avoid the want to scream and the simmering heat traveling from your neck towards your face.
The frigid puff of breeze shot you in the face, peering real hard in search for nothing inside. You've heard Satoru emit a low hum of inquiry, the large refrigerator door seeming to be a baricade between you both since you've forcefully tugged them open. Perhaps, he wondered why you had to cover his view with the institute's steel refrigerator door.
You were savvy that he was profoundly indecipherable over your native language. Hence, this was the only---the lone convenience that you could use against him. A damned benighted trump card that he would probably loathe for or hank to overhear in venereal matters that knocked behind closed doors the last time he heard you during a conversation.
"Really. You just had to wear that today. I know the man sketched on the paper is you. No need to call me out over how stupid I am,"
A random tattle in the midst of being in a spur of the moment. The sole babble that helped eased how his mere existence was throwing you off balanced. You've spoke to no one in particular and just yourself, the native phrase going straight from Satoru's ears and to the other.
"You sayin' somethin'?" Gojo pulled a face, taking a step to the side to peek through the refrigerators to see that you were staring at a basket of potatoes. Your weirdness making his head tilt quizzically. Though, the sudden shift of language sounded incomprehensive in his point of view. Satoru found it downright bewailing that he could not understand a thing nor could he do anything about it. Howbeit, to you; it was a win-win situation.
You were right. He was utterly clueless over every word that you had to utter another as you sighed and eventually huffed from the fish bone that was poking through your insides, "Yep. I'm lucky you have no idea over what I've been saying. Hah."
Once the cold pacified your flustered senses and everything was all hushed. The native pep-talks that has been spoken out loud---much to Gojo's utter dismay and displeasure, you've calmly breathed through your nose, gently closing the refrigerator door shut, intentionally walking over to the opposite side of where he stood, going past him without second doubts and managing to stroll towards the kitchen island that was cluttered with messy mochi ingredients.
To no use, Satoru was determined to be of nuisance and trailed along. Utmost resentful over his language deficiency from your mother-tongue. His nosiness heightening the displeasure that frowned his face, expressive enough that he had his mouth curled in a fit of pique. Satoru was not fond of the indignation. This was rather a thorn in one's flesh for him as he was notorious over being someone who knows and has the ability to do anything. Hence, he meant that he was not capable of achieving nothing.
Nevertheless, your precipitate need upon speaking a language that was incompetent for his knowledge stirred a palpable, vast annoyance within him.
You probably had pained his overflowing pride.
"Oi. That's not fair. I have no idea over what you're saying." Satoru's mouth twitched in vexation, shadowing behind like a child being neglected over such withheld attention.
Attention. He noticed---no, Satoru beheld that you were giving him the go-by. Thus, being aware of how you were turning a blind eye to his presence ruffled his feathers.
He had no idea but the way you've been looking the other way and have been disregarding his presence despite of paying attention to what he has been saying peeved the Jujutsu Sorcerer. Gojo was bothered as if he wanted your sole attention on him, alone.
"Can't you wear your blindfolds again?" you nasally asked, point-blank. Greatly bothered by how he was bringing himself right now---the clothes he wore from top to bottom, it felt like the entire test has not been about the 'cooking' after all. This felt like an assessment on how to keep yourself mollified and composed whenever he was around.
You've brushed the pooling sweat with the extended sleeves of Satoru's uniform you wore, grabbing onto the used glass bowls without acknowledging Satoru who kept trailing around you. He slithered alongside you. Now, leaning his hip along the mahogany kitchen island which was basically as tall as where your stomach goes.
"You're confusing me here--," He spoke rather forthright, crossing his long arms over his chest. Bending over to peer down at your face, scanning your expressions from beneath his sunglasses. Yet, his advances were futile as you basically turned to grab onto another set of used utensils, continuously ignoring to give him the heed that he somehow had been inexplicably pining for.
"---Aren't you the one telling me how uncomfortable you are whenever I wear it?"
You haven't noticed how he swallowed down his odd frustration over the whole ignorance. This flicker of such strange irritation were tucked away with a smicker, the end of his lip churning upward as he goaded, his reckoning for the wanted attention making him sound vain, "Unless, I actually make you feel...things whenever you see my eyes?" he sniggered, his smirk growing larger, snapping both his forefinger and middle one together right in front of your face.
"---Heh. Bet you are!"
You've turned your back to him, gradually being habituated over his wonted blustering arrogance over everything especially towards the part that he knew himself that he was downright gorgeous.
His grin have been eradicated, abruptly falling when you've shunned away from his antics over how he was trying to catch your attention. It was just an estimated of one to two days with Nanami Kento and you were already behaving like he had been whenever Satoru was around the guy.
You've gently dropped the soiled equipment on the sink, grumbling another set of your natal tongue beneath your breath. Your lips pressed tightly together towards the end of your sentence as you turned the faucet on, keeping the grubby kitchen equipment wet so you wouldn't have a difficult time when you begin washing them, "Even without it, you do give me that feeling."
"Ah! You're prohibited to speak your native language, Tiny-Chan! Unless, I say so!"
Satoru's irritation pricked him to the point that he had to brush his fingers along his draping, white luscious locks, grousing as he did so. The irk kicking him over and over again that he had to keep his cool by inserting his hands inside his pockets, trying to keep himself within his presence of mind.
This has never happened to him in a definite amount of time. It has been long since the moment he last felt that infuriation. In spite of that offbeat frustration, he couldn't believe how pathetic the reason was.
It was simply just wanting to have the attention of a non-sorcerer. Hence, this non-sorcerer was of a woman who was tiny, bloody-minded from the start and held strange references of quotes that existed in your dimension.
He'd basically ran to the fridge, omitting his vexation with a cheery attitude as he yanked the freezer open, humming out his excitement when he'd seen three different tupperwares that were tightly locked, "Where's my sweets?!"
You've spun around, noting that he was wholly bent over as you passed behind the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer, his long legs spread before him like he was manspreading---a proprietary plaguy habit that he seemed to have manifested.
"Don't touch the white ones. They're newly made."
The ear piercing screech made your nose scrunch as you've pulled a bar stool and planted your ass straight on it. A volitional act to keep yourself at arm's length from Satoru as he was enthusiastically choosing which is which. Paying regard over his low, pleasing hums whenever he was distracted over particular things that kept him interested.
Satoru was eager to choose the blue one, bringing himself to his full height before he'd manage to shut the freezer close with the heel of his shoe, expressing his zealous tee-hees with the tupperware he held, striding to where you sat.
"Also, I'm no expert at making these stuff, but I tried, Satoru. It's far from what I normally sell back in...my shop," you've momentarily trailed off, the topic of your life back in your own world kept you in a faraway land that you've never noticed Gojo who tossed himself beside you with a haughty grin.
The sniggering, white haired sorcerer took the seat next to you. His own bar stool emitting a loud screech but he did not seem to care at all as he was swift enough to plop beside you, sliding the frozen tupperware between you both.
It was probably inevitable not to give heed to his presence. Would it be better to just stare over that particular crease in between a person's eyebrows? That had been a technique taught back in earth in regards to people who were rattled by staring into one's eyes. Howbeit, the approach had been abandoned when the apprehension diverted towards what you actually had created for him.
The mochi ice cream that you were timid of.
"I've made my own---Uhm, tried to create some Cookies and Cream flavored mochi ice cream," you began to stammer when you've suddenly heard the last click of the tupperware's lock pry open. Satoru was avid as he tossed the cover to the side. He was absorbed over the toothsome dessert that waited to be devoured. He was oblivious towards your attention that was now exclusively set for him. Without any second thought, his long, Herculean fingers began to just go for the kill before you've pulled them away.
Shit. You mentally cursed, never one to speak it out loud. You actually haven't gotten a bite out of one aside from Ijichi who'd manage to stumble upon the kitchen. The bothering issue was that the assistant director had limited knowledge over the language you could both understand to that he had not offered his feedbacks over the sweetmeat and just left without a word.
Though, he was smiling genuinely as he did so. That was a good sign right?
Or was he just feigning the disgusting taste of your mochis that he had to put on a smile for you?
"Wait!" you loudly exclaimed, keeping them out of Satoru's reach. His gaze has now met yours which made you swallow a big one out of the butterflies that started dancing inside your stomach, "---I-I actually haven't tasted them yet. Let me taste them first! I've had them refrigerated long enough for it to be frozen!"
The mochi ice cream was doughy in between your fingers, sweet dish baltic for the accurate texture to achieve the consistency that you wanted. Regardless of the quality, you were clueless over the taste.
You were actually panicking again, having the kittens over a timorous sweet dish you've chosen.
What a scatterbrain you've turned into, an utter damfool when this guy began to exist in your life.
Satoru's irreverence was meant to curb your jim-jams when he'd began to behave in his harebrained ploys. He raised a questioning brow, thoroughly being a pain in the ass while he'd dogged over your hesitance, his captivating gaze locking upon the target that were in between the tips of your fingers, "No can do! The Great Teacher Gojo gets to have the first taste!"
"H-Hey! You're just being gluttonous! That was my piece!"
You've felt your heart leap from his thoughtless movements. Your subconscious mind wanted to yell on top of your lungs when you've felt the soft, pillow of his lips graze along your fingertips, thoroughly asleep on the wheel over his impulsive actions. It felt remarkably supple---just like how it appeared to be downright promising, sheeny just as how his vermillion was giving the impression.
Nope. You weren't admiring how his lips come across as being since then. Nope, that quiet, timid voice whispered in the back of your head.
One of Gojo's cheeks were tumefied. Inchmeal, chewing the sweetmeat that filled half his mouth. The strange, taciturnity from the Jujutsu Sorcerer burning your anticipation to the point that it left you stammering and lost in your train of thoughts. His expressions were entirely noncommittal---never one to see him that way as the guy was clearly overdramatic whenever he reacts to anything.
"S-So? How is it? I know it probably lacks the taste or sweetness or something or whatever..." your fingers grabbed another piece of Mochi ice cream as you blabbered, the tiny shake of your fingers fanning the flames of your inner frets.
You were about to have a taste yourself when the latter had to race you to it again, just diving in and chomping the piece with his own mouth through your fingertips. Thank the heavens that his lip hadn't touched the skin of your fingers for the second time around because you weren't in a stable state of mind already. Howbeit, the juxtaposition he held out for you with his face close to yours had been sending the tingles across your skin, crawling through your heart as it fluttered like a maniac.
His sweet, minty, warm breath fanned across your face in a puff of air when he laughed. His mouth jammed with your home made sweet treat before he sat back on his chair.
"SERIOUSLY. Let me taste it! You're being selfish, Satoru!"
Gojo's mouth quirked at the corners, giving you a roguish one. Prior to his bereft of speech, he was quick to mantle them and kept the entirety of his bona-fide assessments over what you prepared for him. "Hehehe. Can't help it." Satoru spoke with his mouth full, attentive of the minimal commentary he'd managed to give.
You didn't need to know how piquant it was once the sugary, cold dessert passed through his palates; how it left his mouth avaricious for more. He knew this---no, your dexterity with desserts or pastries was guaranteed for his daily, disputed cravings that would eventually come by after today. Thus, this was enough to put your skills to blame because he knew it was an itching gluttony that no special 'kikufuku' could satiate him with.
It began to be his favorite. The first ever sweetmeat he'd tasted from you. Fast as one could judge, certainly a biased point of view from the latter. His taste buds determined to be a renegade for an expeditious patronizing chance. Certainly, this would be the kind where he would persistently yearn for every damn day; the sort that will bother the gluttony of malaise which were an entire inconvenience for Satoru if you were the sole person who could only soothe his sweet tooth.
"What's my grade then?" you've taken heed over how he was gradually chewing the food inside his mouth, abrupt inattentive of your way of catching his attention that you had to purse your lips, finding his reaction that this had been a failure in your part through the way he seemed too engrossed over swallowing what he was chewing.
It certainly tasted bad then.
Gojo was strangely tacit. He was never one to be this way---you believed he was. The latter had the expression that he was holding back his opinions. You were probably right. It tasted unpleasant and he was just forcing to consume them for you.
"Hey, Satoru." you repeated, mouth twisting in a tight frown from how he was treating you like a fly in the face and also never getting the reactions or commentary you wanted. This was probably how he felt when you tried ignoring him a while ago.
Much to your dismay, you've reached for the tossed cover of the tupperware on the middle of the kitchen island and at full pelt, planning to just close them off and cease whatever playacts he was playing.
Though, your heart flew out of your chest when Satoru abruptly yanked the earthenware out of arms reach, shifting around his seat with his broad, wide back away from you as he began to pig out on the sweetmeat as if he did not want to share.
Did he just turn his back away from you like a selfish child?
In all seriousness, the white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer actually did not want to share any piece with you because he wanted everything to himself.
Your eyes were popping out of your eye-sockets when you've noticed how he was hastily devouring them one by one, "Don't finish them all! The others are for Megumi, Yuji and Nobara!" You declared in worry for the possibility that he would basically finish the whole damn dish in just one sitting from how he was eagerly popping piece per piece with no cessation.
You tried to sneak your arm around him. Though, it was entirely futile from how he twirled his bar stool and used his towering stature to his advantage, covering the Ice Cream Mochis that were plated in front of him, "Who says I'm sharing these with them?---," he retaliated between bites, thoroughly immersed upon guzzling the dessert to sate his sweet cravings, "---These are mine. All mine. None for my students."
"You're being greedy."
Satoru heard you huffing from behind. He wasn't oblivious to your frolic ways of trying to snitch a piece of your own dessert that you've made for him. Without even realizing it, the Jujutsu Sorcerer had a wolfish grin etched to his face when you've began grumbling your twines like a pipsqueak.
"Write me something on a sticky-note," he suddenly asked in between bites---no, demanded was the correct word as a bunch of blue sticky notes and a multi-colored pen was now tossed to your way when you've begrudgingly marched your way back beside him, grouching over the fact that he wasn't sharing the food you've made for him.
It confused you.
Your hunches tell you that he was bluffing all the while he gorged upon the sweet dish like a child.
"Don't you know how to write?" you groused with your shoulders slouched, your knuckles over your chin as you were audibly trying to express your whines through the scowl on your face.
"I actually do. Have you seen my pretty handwriting on that sticky-note I stamped for you?"
"The sticky note you've plastered on my forehead while I was asleep? That one?---," you nasally snorted in a satirizing tone, snickering for the candid thoughts that passed by your mouth without even thinking twice. Unaware of your bald statement that sarcastically criticized Satoru, remembering how you were forced to wake up at four in the morning with a damned sticky note to your forehead, the reason why you were cantankerous at intervals.
"---Your handwriting looked like it has been dragged by the ass of a chicken and also been a bootleg copy from Google Translate,"
Satoru ceased from chewing onto the dessert after hearing that, his eyes widening from the frank choice of words as he grabbed another piece of Mochi ice cream in between his thick, calloused fingers, "You know, for a stubborn, ignorant, non-sorcerer who's in the midst of having an amnesia and actually pleads for my help to return to her sole dimension,---" a provoking pause. "---you're the only one---and when I say only one, the absolute one who has the guts to taunt the strongest and it doesn't help that you're pocket sized which makes everything funnier if you ask me."
He'd given you the side-eye, feigning a serious behavior to support the next sentence that would come out of his mouth as one that should be taken as a life or death situation. Gojo suppressed his need to smile when he'd seen the obvious grimace that twisted your mouth in a comical way, the incredulity earning another clamorous reaction from you that he finds entirely entertaining.
"You earn a minus, Tiny-Chan."
"Hey! That's unfair! You haven't even told me my grade yet! I've woken up at four in the morning when I'm not used to waking up that early because of that loud alarm you were intent on setting up!" you began to complain again, the shopping spree prize filling your thoughts when he'd pitch into the idea of giving you a minus despite of not actually knowing the earnest rating of your dessert yet.
He was probably joking. You thought to yourself, giving him a dirty look with tightly scrunched brows.
"Ah. Is that so? But, I see that you're out here being really determined to claim that reward you wanted---," another pause. "---You twine too much. Another minus from the Great Teacher Gojo, then."
Perhaps, he wasn't.
Satoru left it at that and tried hard to stifle his chuckles, cutting off the gaze he was giving you as he looked away. Heedless of how he was trying to intentionally brush you off, trying to act cool as a cucumber. Believe it or not, but the latter was aware of how you've pursed your lips in disdain, saddened over the fact that he was willfully turning a blind eye.
This triggered a grin for Satoru, lifting his lips as he deliberately popped another sweetmeat inside his mouth.
"Tch. I don't even know how to write your alphabets. You know this." you've went on with your cavils, begrudgingly grabbing onto the sticky note and ball-pen as you apathetically responded with a sigh.
Too engrossed over guessing what to write, Satoru had lickety-split pulled your bar stool closer to his side. Earning a cacophonous squeak out of you from his rash movements. The Jujutsu Sorcerer nescient of his spontaneous deeds as he was effervescent to spun around, his tactless maneuvers getting the best of him before he could even regard that he'd cudgel his brains out for this one from the moment you've fitted to a fare-thee-well in between his widely, spread legs, occluding the legroom he'd involuntary made for you.
An overwhelming staggering space that stiffened your entire figure. The disconcerting pummeling of your heart that wanted to bounce of your chest ringing inside your ears again as he went on by keeping you nestled. Satoru had given you enough precarious room to hear his quelled breathing and those low, breathy chuckles that slips out of his puckish sense of humor; his palpable warmth that your subconsciousness described as somewhat sheltering to the point that it manifested how it was an epitome for an ideal snuggling.
"That's the plan. You're writing it using the Roman one! Come on. You get extra incentives!" Satoru eagerly exclaimed, he was ignorant as ever for your rigid muscles, ceasing to function properly when he'd reacted to his own incautious reflexes.
The white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer leaned further to his side, extending his long limbs over the kitchen island with his knuckles topped below his chin while he nonchalantly instructed what was needed to be written.
"Gojo's Untouchable Mochi Ice Cream. That should do it."
He had been engrossed over thinking what was about to be written on the paper that he'd briefly took heed of how floored you seem to be like you were zapped by lightning. You were gawking with eyes that glinted of shine---were your eyes actually glistening in disorientation or the fact that you were also dumbfounded for his quirky exigency to have you nigh?
Satoru's sunglasses dangled along his tall nose-bridge, lowered in an amount that he had given you a lovely sight of those pair of Ethers; looking to be half-lidded. It was efficient enough to blow the gaff that the strongest knew you were caught in his mojo that he swiftly decided to make sheep's eyes at you, relishing in your sudden daydream. Ten to one, he was licking one's lips over the recognition.
"You gonna' write that down or just stare at my face until you realize how you're giving me the adorable heart eyes?"
Adorable. Did you hear that right?
You've forcibly blinked out of your reverie, disregarding the trance under coercion because of how you were caught red handed by the man himself, not wanting to relish in his toffee-nosed ridicules because you knew this woolgathering that you've somehow been knocked out with had him entirely involved in it.
Damn him. Damn Satoru and his charisma. You've breathed out an alleviated sigh, noting the quivers of your fingers when you've began writing it down for him as you bit along the inner part of your lips, the heebie-jeebies straining your nerves down in a trembling mess.
Trapped in your own frets, stutters and stupor, It was improvident of you to be divvy enough that Gojo had been derisory outstaring over the tiniest reactions or expressions you've been giving. The latter weighing up over shrouded, kept thoughts that felt anomalous.
"Wait. Let me add something." He simply stated, innocuous how you'd astonishingly kept him sidetracked when it never happens at all. That was strange. Satoru purposefully pulled himself out of his own cogitation, abruptly grabbing onto your own pen and paper as he scribbled and drawn shapes to his own, leaving you to your own stammers and train of thoughts when you've mumbled and eventually realized that he was being covetous for the dessert you've separated for the others as well.
"I-I've made at least an extra 2 dozen set of these. Spare them at least a bunch."
"Nope! Nah-uh. Not a chance. It's not happening. Gojo gets the extra 2 dozen. Satoru gets the bunch." the latter shook his head and emphasized as he was busily scrawling whatever he wanted on a vest pocket piece of paper in comparison to his large hands.
The paper were thrown pell-mell towards you, tossing them back whilst he clicked the pen and aimlessly twirled them around his fingers. His undivided attention shifting back to you when you've confoundedly responded with a tight crease between your brows, scrutinizing the paper on your hands.
"The heck is this?"
A sublime sketch of a circle and a furtive set of Japanese alphabets---that were downright incomprehensible for you---were drawn below your note. The illustration aligned in bullet form to keep it in one piece and not acquire another set of an extra sticky note. Back in your dimension, these discoid depiction was a toy back in the 90's. For the children, this was best believed to be a kind of plaything which had a wide selection of colors ranging from red, yellow, blue and a whole lotta' more. This type of toy had its own premise by the minors that it reproduces on its own whenever it lived in water. However, if Google was to be used as a form of reference, this trinket was called Orbeez Balls. They were small, absorbent polymer beads made of acrylic acid, sodium hydroxide, and water.
Was Satoru threatening the person who would eat his special homemade Mochi ice cream by throwing Orbeez Balls on their faces?
"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red." His offhand way of elucidating to your confusion had you quizzically tilting your head to the side, your face warped in skepticism and oddity for whatever he was saying as you couldn't decipher a single thing over what he had planned for the victim whom would fall for his ruse.
"You gonna' throw them some Orbeez balls or something?"
Orbeez balls. Gojo knew what it was---finally, a reference that certainly came from your dimension in which he commended himself for, he knew he deserved a loud applause for it as the footnote tickled a snicker out of him. He'd pointed at the second bullet, describing you what the Japanese alphabet and drawings meant so you weren't lost in translation, "That's Hollow Technique: Purple. The white one will probably have some hand-to-hand combat with me,"
You were holding your horses. The furrows along your eyebrows deepening further from his explanation. He'd patiently waited for anything---any damned memory to flash before your eyes. To no avail, you still had no idea over the entirety of his abilities especially when you've persistently claimed how you've thought that he was relating his techniques over a childish toy.
"I understand the hand-to-hand combat. But, these circles...You probably actually meant to say, Orbeez balls?"
Gojo Satoru leaned closer, eyeing you over his sunglasses as the proximity had been much of a bother that it has given you a knee-jerk reaction of helplessly stumbling back in the slightest. That habit of his was extremely unacceptable for your fluttering heart.
"It's not what you're actually pertaining to."
In a matter of seconds, Satoru had even raised a finger as if he was trying to shush you from your jejune theories for an ability that everyone had wanted to evade him for. He wasn't aware of how your palms begin to sweat when he was starting to come to terms that your presence and sheathlike space between you both was rather homely---an incongruous comfort that he shut one's eye to.
His burly fingers was bound to touch your lip if you hadn't reveled in the impulsive rush of your nerves. Satoru was in between his train of thoughts when you've interrupted him due to the sudden rash decisions you've taken. It went as far as to goading his countable mochi ice cream that were left.
"Don't you worry! You wouldn't want me explaining it anyways. You're probably going to have a headache---Oi! They're mine! Don't touch them! Put that back!"
Gojo squinted his heavenly eyes behind his sunglasses, cautious for the minimal strength he was exerting whilst he ceased you halfway from popping the sweetmeat in your mouth. The latter had caught sight over the polarity of your hand sizes when he'd swiftly caught your wrist.
How impulsive can you be around Gojo Satoru?
"B-But, I MADE THESE! ME! I DID! I deserve a piece! Come on! Just one piece!" You've struggled here and there. A push and pull---well, it was rather a stoppage of your deliberate schemes. The goal was as pointless as a cat trying to walk on the opposite side of an escalator. The amount of strength you were using to stuff down your own cooking had been brimful already and Satoru wasn't even budging even in the slightest.
"And I'm paying everything for your shopping spree, Tiny-Chan!"
From his surprising proclamation over such---his sudden honesty that deserved a flip of your hair---you've taken an upbeat, dramatic pause. The ends of your lips churning in an assertive smile. The mental images running inside your head had been a twerking mess who was probably hitting the damned 'woah' for the notable achievement.
Your sweetmeat has been utmost noteworthy and impressive enough to have Satoru hushed and grinning to the sides because of the comical expression on your face when you began responding to his declaration.
"Oh." you impassively stated, sighing a loud one in relief as you quirked a poised brow back at him, clearing your throat to also calm the smites playing with your heart strings when you've heard Satoru expressing his wonted chortles that always leaves you lightheaded.
"These are all yours then, Satoru! Say ah!~"
Before the ink is dry on the page, you've raised the mushy mochi ice cream to his grinning mouth, catching him off-guard and anticipating this warm gesture a lot less because you had been quite uncomfortable to his presence since that moment he allowed you to see what hid behind his mask. You've offered the piece with an amiable smile---a lot too benign for Satoru's fancies of your rejoinders, the saccharine intonation of your voice over how you were trying to feed him your sweet-dish, caught him mentally stumbling over his own footing when he was hardly known for it to happen.
It was probably not the greatest idea to peer before you over his abnormally tinted Stygian sunglasses because he had distinguished everything as if you were cynosure to his six-eyes.
Through everything, Satoru meant every single execrated thing that had been bittersweet on the tips of his tongue. From the slapdash tousling of your hair which seemed to be from the constant swiping of sweat along your forehead due to his thick uniform; the supple muscles along the apple of your cheeks that has tenderly given him the eye-crinkles all the while and till the crumbs of gluttonous Japanese rice flour smudged along your forehead because of how you've pull out all the stops upon concocting a sweet-dish that Satoru bribed you with.
His six-eyes was obviously screwing him for this one as he casted the perception aside, masking his own toothy grin before he'd felt the disruptive iffy of weird fickleness consume him again---one that was not meant to be felt nor should be---as he'd consumed the mochi piece that hung along your fingers with his mouth at a gallop.
Straightaway, the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer pulled his own chair as if he had been singed, tugging you along the overlapping sleeves of his own uniform, benevolently dragging you out of the kitchen with him as you've loudly exclaimed another round of your bleats from how the dishes weren't even done cleaning yet.
The birth of Gojo Satoru was meant to alter the balance of their world. Perhaps, your existence that was considered outrè for all---lived to actually ameliorate his own.
All this constant feeding from them both...*Rolls around while I cry myself to sleep* TINY-CHAN YOU LUCKY BISH---🤬😭🤬😭 Also, this chapter made me hungry af.
SHOPPING SPREE WITH SATORU THO 😭 *CRIES MORE* I can feel y'all mentally screaming 'Sugar Daddy' inside your heads--- Hope y'all enjoyed this long chapter! FEEDBACKS ARE SO MUCH APPRECIATED! HEEHEE!
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And here...we...GO!
Oooh pretty colours.
I KNEW IT. The cashier wants to laugh so bad.
Oh Aew loves making Teh chase him, you just know it.
Cue a million fic writers filling in the bits we didn't get to see just there. Just send the links.
Oh so this sequence is before LTIP.
I love this new vibe between them.
The more dynamic style contrasts with the languid vibe we're accustomed to seeing in the direction. Really a 'we're not in Kansas anymore' kind of shift as we move to the big city. It suits.
Hoon is still hot. Nice to know some things don't change.
Your roommate can sense the vibes of the hell shirt Teh, that's why.
Teh's roommate being completely resistant to his friendly overtures is so real and reminds me of my own uni days. In fact this whole sequence of his family sending him off...when my folks pulled up at my first dorm I legit looked through the car window and said 'ok I've seen it, we can go now'. I had been so excited but I got there and totally wasn't ready for them to leave me there.
Ma Sui looks so pretty like this with the slightly longer hair.
Hahaha my mom gave me a rosary and holy water when she left me at the dorm back then. Can relate.
I HAVE SOMETHING IN MY EYE 😭 Ma Sui already knowing about Teh and Oh Aew...like on the one hand it's funny, because I'm sure they thought they were being mad slick while she's been spending months banging things around and opening and closing doors with exaggerated loudness to give them a chance to pretend to have secrets. But also, I'm crying because this quiet, loving acceptance is EVERYTHING.
Not this love halo and schmoopy OST on Teh's first glimpse of Oh Aew in Bangkok 🤣 Love it.
You know Oh Aew probably can't WAIT to set those old shoes of Teh's on fire.
P'Meen said 'fluff? you want some? HERE!'. This whole scene at the aquarium is just dreamy. Ma Sui's voice message...who's cutting onions in here? Also, this is the same Teh who wouldn't peck Oh Aew on the cheek in the street? I guess three days apart and a city where nobody knows you change a man. That was a KISS! The way the sound dropped out when Teh went for it, like the world stopped for a minute...perfect.
Teh is such a big dork and Oh Aew hates it but also loves it.
Not Teh planning out their entire future.
Come through English king!
TEH! NEVER TAKE AN 8AM CLASS! ROOKIE MISTAKE!
That's right, you stare lovingly at your man Oh Aew!
First day, late, in the wrong uniform. All because you got horny. Love it.
Goy is so pretty. Oab is so pretty. Na is so pretty. Everybody is so pretty.
I love the way both in ITSAY and in this that they don't try to block out the background noise too much. Really gives that added realism.
Oh I love this bit of score when they’re having dinner at the outdoor market.
Why even bother to have a pillow Oh Aew? Ain’t nobody using it.
TAXIS? Oh no bb.
Did Teh just pass out on the floor? Relatable.
This trick of adjusting your eyes to the light is meaningful somehow and I will absolutely figure out how by the time I get to my analysis post this weekend.
Teh setting himself on fire to give Oh Aew what he wants...bb I thought we had learned from the last time. At least Oh Aew knows now when and how to intervene.
MOD LIVES!
Oh Aew on his balcony in Bangkok dreaming of the sea...I cried real tears and had to pause for a minute. I’m also from a small island and being away from the sea is a physical ache.
This blue nail polish on Q is an absolute vibe.
OH NO BB DON’T CRY IT’S OK. I just love how the squad was like ‘oh an orphan 😟 let’s adopt him’
I now can’t hear anybody count to 10 in Thai without thinking of Lovely Writer
THE FLOWERS ON THE FLOOR MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS.
Ugh what a rollercoaster ride. Analysis post this weekend.
#translate my love with your heart#i promised you the moon#ipytm#ipytm 1: ice breaking#ramblings#stream of consciousness
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Okay so Frederico is golfing with Charlie but I have no idea where 😂👀🙈
Also closed stories aren't that tricky! (so many of my mates use them) - love seeing a green circle! 😂👌🏻They probably just have close friends/family/school mates on there and post random/drunk things that they wouldn't want on the internet for everyone else to see 😂🙈
And no not Dolly sorry, Ellis' partner is Megan right? She's welsh and they've been together since they were teenagers I think! (partly explains his move back to Bristol as its so close to Wales also! - her family etc.)
Yeh you're right, the video will be special as its just for you! But it is kind of crazy to promise something that they didn't have previously organised no? 👀
P.S just re-read your message - are we thinking then that DK and JVP aren't actually that close?? 👀😅 I mean it would kind of make sense because DK and Fred will be bonded in a way that only happens when you've lived with someone for years, I wonder if Jack gets a bit jealous??? omg why have I never thought of this beforeeee
Also you're right, this summer has been GREAT for content. (still feel awful about sending you that 'don't hate me message' though from the Marbella incident 😳😳😢☹️ ugh I would be sickkkk
Also final point: no, I am not looking forward to constant Frederico content, nor is my phone storage 😭😭😭😂🥴
I wish I had more to show you but Charlie is lazy, just the info Fred is a golf loser.
Looks like norwich when they are together it is usually the case.
Probably Fred but Jack nah ? I have +- all his close mates and some family members and even when they show stuffs it is only repost the only drunk ones I got were from girls not his mates but I usually know where he is when he is not chilling because everyone loves to take him in picture 😂🤣 but I really don't see him being bothered with taking pictures and stories he usually doesn't do that Well when it is the mandatory ones so private ones ??? Nah... He also never had sponsors so far 😂🤣 poor bebou. Not a single tshirt to show on his bed. Unlikely to me but perhaps he does and I am totally wrong but he doesn't even show his dogs 😭.
Also do I really want to see more tractors ???? I don't think so.
Now that I think about it if one day I meet you I Will still have stuffs I cannot say over here, Sorry 🤐, to tell you 😏😏😏 and yes it is about both. The only thing I want to keep to myself, but my friend heard it when he answered so we are more than one to know, is what J was writting on his wrist before match but he doesn't anymore and in my sense it is an indicator something is bad :-( because it was part of his training with Wiggy and Ben and one acronym is what they were telling him when he was a tiny tiger so seperate from that.... is it good sign ????
I totally thought it was Nic doing the big moove haha 😂 oh I cannot wait for Cam and Molly tho... imagine the band in kilts ???
Ellis was so great for us :( I was little by little appreciating the character. Sad.
It is a disaster in organisation I almost thought it was a scam.... Also sorry but not trying to get Bondi on board is sketchy or to by pass it by talking to another player instead of reaching Jack directly makes me think he isn't the cause of the delay even with what she said about chasing him. Who does that ??? I would have better results just genuinely asking him by DM. He randomly dmed me last year so I still have our messages and could start there 🙃.
Mmmh good question ! I think they were very good mates and like ride or die at one point 2021-2022 but then Chess looks like his second best mates after Fred to me ??? Also what makes me think Jack is very caring is how well he took care of Cam and Nic dolly that they both publicly thanked him same for Taylor Gough so I think he doesn't really need a lot to get attached to people and is surrounded by bubbly people matching his energy and DK has that. I think nobody could detach him from Fredda that even when they don't need to be with each other they choose to be : on holidays or crossing Norfolk to be together... I think they have all plenty of friends but it is the only 2 that have so much crossing circles of common friends. He really might be the brother he never had and wished for to my opinion so yes I think he might be at time and must have felt rejected when they were both in England without him. I think also DK missing out so much with his injury might have affected a bit their relation and ultimately R because Fred and J doesn't have same rhythm, as someone in a relationship. They could have taken J and Fred on holidays in Greece they didn't ? Also J always bonding with Fred against Dk starts a good but little rivalry ? Football-wise they wanted to let Dk outside of their house so... Golf... :D etc. ... He never teams up with DK but against him :))) I think they are close but some stuffs might have generated some distance. Surprisingly Jack looks close from the Pollard ? 10-9 bond but still ? He followed all Marisa friends or family and I'm like ?????
oh no don't blame yourself I was more sad when you announced you will not come back rather than to see that video wich was gonna happen sooner or later so :/ but I was sick for a long moment before the other pics
I also get that because the more the content the more people crazy about them and omg I have seen some rather craycray fan of Fred around..... To another level that we are like ...
some children (sorry but minors of age are still children to me) sexualizing him when he is 22 makes me cringe a little. We could say same for me as I'm older than them but I assume it.
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7th Dimension (Chapter 5)
7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST/SYNOPSIS
PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 4.2
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Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)
Summary: Gojo thought you had learned your lesson after the encounter you had with the Hatagaya abandoned street curse. Apparently, you were mulish enough to believe your own verdicts because you were given such verification over an actress' poster that you have woken up to. Coercing the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer into granting you over your inefficacious optimism that he knew would just be utmost pointless.
Warnings: Reader is still being an in-denial---also in-denial that she simps for Satoru---LMAO. The further this story goes, the further she rolls along the path through SIMP town. 🤣 Wanda Maximoff and Marvel has been briefly mentioned. Nanami Kento's in this chapter and also in the next two chapters too btw. Heehee. Nanami's exasperation over Gojo. 🤣 Let's just say that Toy Story here is also not existing in their dimension, alright? 🤣 I made Nanami a bilingual here. He speaks Japanese and knows how to converse in English. I am actually stunned that Tiny-Chan hasn't been domain expansion-ed or strangled by Satoru because of how stubborn she is---
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A/N: This is probably just a filler chapter to introduce Nanami here and also offer the gradual shift of interaction between Satoru and Tiny-Chan? There ain't much going on, I guess. This is supposedly chapter 9 now but it's still actually chapter 5. Hehehe. Next chapter which will be Chapter 5.1 has made me cackle while writing it and also made me frown in the end. I know it seems so long but I'm tryna build up the bond or something---though, I'm already darn tempted for them to just---*coughs* Also, Tiny-Chan---you lucky simp---😭😭😭
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Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.
YOU ACTUALLY DID NOT LEARN YOUR LESSON.
Subsequent to what has happened during the Hatagaya Abandoned Town curse, Satoru anticipated that you were shaken enough to be malleable. There was no doubt that being confronted by a cursed spirit, revealing Yuji's eccentric strength and affirming that Gojo was not a run-off-the-mill man was enough for him to assure that he has strike you dumbed.
Yet, he was entirely wrong.
You were still a stiff-necked recalcitrant with wanting to be proved right---that you were still breathing in your sole dimension and not theirs.
Well, how could you not trust yourself better when you've woken up beside to a poster of Jennifer Lawrence?
It was the Jennifer Lawrence. Explains why there was this sudden build-up faith in you. There was no doubt that you were still walking on your universe.
Was it Yuji's room? Nobara's? Or another student's room then? You had no idea.
Satoru couldn't help but be filled with mirth as he kept his eyes on you from beneath his blindfolds while you were running your mouth on him. He'd thoroughly unpredicted this moment when you were dropping him questions upon questions as if you were beginning to grow too curious for your own good.
But, that was a good sign right?
You were actually not frightened over the whole ordeal if you were this comfortable around them; Jujutsu Sorcerers and Cursed-Spirits. It might be your subconsciousness trying to adjust to this whole concept of being a clairvoyant to the Jujutsu Society. This was certainly step-one, then.
Satoru, being the first in four hundred years to have both the Six Eyes and the Gojo family's Limitless cursed technique was seated before you, garbed in an all-Stygian colored casual business suit with his legs crossed over his own, an elbow rested on the arm of his own seat with his knuckles brushing over the apples of his immaculately hewed cheekbone. Neck angled enough to notice that he was, in all likelihood, attentive with what you had to babble since the moment you've stepped foot on the private plane.
He had brought a thumb over undersides of his blindfolds, pointlessly grazing over the satiny cotton that protected his eyes as his beam never left his pretty face while listening to your constant chatter and queries.
Everyone was definitely habituated to Gojo's extemporaneous requests or yakking even if it had finances or banknotes involved. Even with a single click to his phone could get him dispatching his growing affluences to the people who needed or bribed him in. Hence, Kiyotaka Ijichi was not astounded to hear Gojo's demand upon using the private plane to a country that he technically had no mission in.
The assistant director was left bowing repeatedly over the phone despite of not being seen by the caller---a habit that everybody noticed---as he answered to the sorcerer's behest.
In the color of Elm Bough, a table settled in between you both. You haven't expected this at all that Satoru would comply to your requests as you predicted that you've hit the last straw and also gotten him to think that you were better locked up somewhere in which he hadn't been quite in detail about. It was only him and Yuji who had understood whatever room he was teasing you to lock you up in. If truth be told, there was no way did you ever think he would take your words seriously that it even got to the point of actually requesting for a private plane.
A damn private plane.
This guy probably had a lot under his sleeves and blindfolds. You mindlessly thought while continuously offering him your yackety-yak.
"Can't we just teleport our way there?" you leisurely ogled over how beautiful the skies were. The milky-white clouds in the firmament outlined the skylines of earth. Supple through your vantage point, though you knew they were simply just water drops or ice crystals floating in the bright, azure horizon.
What the welkins had provided you for, the flawlessness of what earth provides you for was much better to scrutinize and observe that looking out of the window was a better choice rather than keeping your attention towards the man who seated just a meter away from you.
You've least expected that Satoru had other clothes aside from his uniform that you normally seen from him since day one. Therefore, the idea of him clothed in such a simple, casual business suit was not helping your jittery nerves especially when he was keeping a weather eye on you like you were bound to think of another escape route in the middle of flying from one country to another.
There was that chance he had that in mind or he knew how restless your nerves have been from the moment you've seen him in another attire. It didn't help the fact that he brought a friend that was gorgeous too, but was too ruminative that kept him suppressed or it was simply the certitude that Cheetah-tie did not appreciate Satoru's presence as much as you did.
Were you? Really not appreciating Satoru's presence or were you just ignoring how his mere existence was incessantly playing with your heart-strings, vigorous sensations that kept you tottering.
"You wanted to?" Gojo brusquely responded back with a grin that turned wider as he snapped his head to where Nanami Kento sat, his brows piqued enough to say that he was better off reading his newspaper to his own and chose to bide in his own solitude rather than give his attention at his menace of a friend who'd trap him in his own ploys or antics over bringing him with you both, "---You should've asked."
Just hearing Gojo's intonation that blared and reverberated around Nanami was making the Grade 1 sorcerer dwell over his intentions as to why he was forced to tag along, hearing him friend release an audible, lengthy sigh from the opposite side of the plane, just a foot distance away from you and Satoru. Nanami sounded like he was sick and tired of him, always have been ever since you've seen them both interact.
The grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer actually regretted how he had to give his reports back to Kiyotaka Ijichi who was unexpectedly around an airport, it was necessary and he had to actually talk to Ijichi personally as well. Much to his utter dismay, he expressed his disappointment and vexation upon seeing Satoru with the assistant director, regretting why he had to personally meet him halfway. The latter was almost---nearly stealthy enough to take his flight until you've brought his existence to light by pointing at the sorcerer and asking who he was from afar, getting the attention of the white-haired sorcerer.
Nanami had to cease from leaving due to that. Now, he was somehow blaming your inquisitiveness for it because if you hadn't pointed and have been nosy to who he was and actually got a gist that he looked like someone Satoru knew, he wouldn't have ended up travelling with you both.
Nanami Kento. He was a man who actually intimidated you at first. Personality wise, the guy seemed to be standoffish and indifferent when you've finally gotten to introduce yourselves. Accompanied with a tight, respectful handshake along came with a bow that Japanese people always do which you certainly hadn't experienced with Gojo because your encounter upon meeting him was pretty much like chalk and cheese compared with everyone you were gingerly bumping to one by one. By way of explanation, he probably just didn't bother to introduce himself in that kind of way.
Regardless of that, Kento's appearance was marvelous to the point that his face come across as a person sculpted by Michael Angelo. Satoru and Nanami had their own differences with regards to own elegance and symmetries. His hair was pigmented in flaxen and neatly styled that came with his distinctive business suit which consisted of a white dress shirt underneath a tan blazer with matching slacks and light shoes. What caught your attention a lot was his viridescent sunglasses that had no support which was usually wrapped around the ears, with the addition of a dotted necktie that you highly scrutinized.
What caught you entirely unprepared for was how wise he is enough to know how to converse in a language that was knackering for everyone---with the extramundane exception for Satoru of course---the English language.
You were too ecstatic that it had Gojo collusively pouting on the side and the Jujutsu Sorcerer made it obvious enough for Nanami to sift through with that apparent creases along his temples. Simply annoyed even by Satoru's breathing.
"So, that's even possible for you too?! You can teleport other people as well?!" you've exclaimed, utterly stunned to hear his response, hastily giving him your attention and seeing that he was already beaming back at you just as expected. Previous to what you could fathom from such otherworldly phenomenon you were experiencing with these so called Jujutsu Sorcerers was that Gojo's competence reaches a supreme degree of mystification which leaves you in utter bafflement.
From what you've encountered back at the Hatagaya abandoned street incident was that this blindfolded guy who had such a complex personality whom everyone---besides Yuji Itadori as you've noticed---finds annoying. Satoru had abilities you couldn't get the bottom of. You've took heed that he was capable of teleporting or warping himself---says the moment he caught you off-guard in the middle of an eerie abandoned street, popping in like a bubble---and that he could control stuff like he had some sort of ability that Wanda Maximoff had in the Marvel franchise.
You've best believed that there were also other people who could achieve what he also does. But, it didn't seem to be that way when you've hopefully asked his first year students in the middle of being briefed by the Sensei himself, disturbing their discussion if anybody knew how to teleport just like as how Satoru did. Your way of thinking urging you to presume that it could be some sort of spell which can be casted by everyone.
Yet, you were clenching your fists on the side when Itadori, Nobara and Megumi had to pin-point their fingers towards Satoru who was expressing his merriment and chuckles on the side, tormenting your chagrin with the fact that you were inevitably bound to have 'fun' together no matter how much you've wanted to bond or plan an escape route through other people.
"You want it to be in the middle of an ocean?" Gojo aimlessly pointed a finger out of the window, clicking his head to the side as he gestured with a smile.
Your face instantly fell at that, huffing to yourself, "No. I want to go back to where I came from."
"You mean, your dimension." Satoru uttered in an hoity-toity tone, bending his neck a little to the side as he added, his bonny, flocculent hair swaying which made you frown further due to how you were finding it---him---fetching no matter what he does, making you clench your fists for the fifth time today---he didn't need to know he was giving you the jitters in one way or another because you believed that he would take it to his head as you were finally reading his personality and characteristics, much to your disappointment. Satoru seemed to always have a cocky temperament. One of the tenth characteristics that you've derided from men back then.
Howbeit, why did it seem like Satoru's kind of cockiness felt like he had the privilege to do so?
Gojo's smile went minimal as he took a second to respond, breaking eye-contact. You've become vigilant of it despite of not having the idea of what his eyes really looked like from beneath the coverings. He'd unnecessarily folded his arms above his head, keeping both large fingers clasped behind the nape of his neck while his head rested on the cushion of his own chair, "---Then I can't. I can only do so under certain conditions and for another dimension? Nah. I haven't learned to do so, nor plan to even try."
This was probably why you couldn't understand everything over what was going on and trusted that this was still your earth. Your dimension. You had zero idea over what he was actually capable of because Gojo Satoru never explains it nor has given you an ounce of idea about what or who he truly was.
He was acting like you actually knew him since then that he didn't even bothered. Given that, you were a person who was currently in a state of amnesia. Shouldn't he be helping you remember then? you suddenly thought to yourself, finding his ways of help be thoroughly weird and nonsensical.
For the purpose of eschewing what you were bizarrely trying to identify for yourself, you've refrain from keeping your eyes on him, trying to mollify the nimble drumming of that pit-a-pats bouncing off your chest, you've turned your head to see Nanami turning a page with the Japanese newspaper he was reading.
If Nanami Kento was a little less indifferent and aloof, you would have chosen his side of the plane instead. But, you were betting on the odds that he also had his own abilities, assuming that he had something sharp to stab you with when he finds you infuriating somehow. It was impossible that blondie did not also have his own set of capabilities.
As you were trying to speculate what Nanami's prowess would be as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, the way your brows were tightly furrowed together, guesses of his skills prompting one after another. Did he had some type of wand that he's keeping to himself? Was he some sort of Harry Potter? He might, considering his peculiar sunglasses that was sticking to his face, your subconsciousness voiced in which has made your temples twitch for some unknown reason.
"I don't seem to quite understand a lot."
Satoru decided to be of nuisance to your self guessing game when he'd arbitrarily placed the heel of his shoes over your knee as he mindlessly whistled, acting like it was a normal thing to do. You've felt yourself jump from your seat due to his hasty actions, empty-headed over your discomfort being around his presence.
Without a second thought, you've nudged his heavy foot away from your leg with an audible huff, momentarily giving him a glare to see him give his heed over the plane's ceiling instead.
Did he knew you were planning to scoot over to Nanami's side of the plane and actually choose to be ignored rather than be in his presence then?
"You don't need to." Nanami nasally muttered beneath his breath, entirely preoccupied on what he was reading. The chatter was obviously spoken for you because he had to speak in a language that you could finally understand, "---With that guy's laid-back personality, I doubt you would get to understand what he has to say especially if it's about Jujutsu," The 7:3 Jujutsu Sorcerer partially given you a glimpse underneath the tops of his newspaper, his facial expressions callous before returning back to what he was reading, his next sentence was meant for Satoru to hear.
"---His own students don't even understand him," Nanami deadpanned, breathing down a sigh as he was quick to turn a deaf ear when Gojo began to retaliate, affronted by his curt proclamation.
"Oi, oi, oi! Nanami, Oi-Oi-Oi!" Gojo briskly shifted on his seat, turning around to chastise him for the sudden declaration of such, "---They do understand me! Which is why they're training their abilities hard enough! It's a form of tough love from the Great Gojo!" the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer began to reason out as he pursed his lips.
You've heard Nanami give out another long, exasperated sigh, listening to their discussion despite of understanding none due to the language being used---with the absurd exemption of Satoru again---because you were comprehending all the words and phrases that come out of his mouth.
"By giving them your responsibilities? your own missions while you're out here, dragging me to your sudden out of the country vacation?"
Satoru pointed a finger at Nanami, "You needed one! I was helping you!"
"I was fine back in Japan," the latter adamantly stated, point-blank.
"No, you were depressed and stressed out of your wits." Gojo claimed persistently with a taunt, leaning an elbow on his arm chair as he pressed his chin over his own palm, grinning back at his friend when he'd seen the typical, tensed brow he was having again after gaining a discussion with Satoru that he was probably regretting for the fifth time this day.
"Yes. Because you've been bugging me over and over again."
You've watched the whole interaction, the creases in the middle of your forehead turning deeper as you hardly find the whole idea absurd---how these men who were sitting before you were what they call themselves, 'Jujutsu Sorcerers'. Your mind just couldn't grasp the whole context of it. If they were what they say they are, then why did a mere human who had no abilities like you, be involved in their way of living?
Right. This was where Satoru have been tenacious about, it was the sketches you held in the middle of being in a car accident. Those manga panels that he believed contained his memories and a future that you have no idea about nor foresee.
"I'm starting to think I'm crazy because back in earth, the last thing I remembered people had no special powers or some kind of abilities." you thoughtlessly murmured to yourself, watching Satoru antagonize Nanami further by calling his name repeatedly despite of being intentionally ignored by the latter, "---We're like we're in some kind of Shonen anime genre kind of storyline,"
Your words were brushed off by both men, never understanding---or they were just basically too engrossed into their repartees that your presence was neglected. It was probably for the better because Satoru was starting to rub off in a way that seemed concerning for your subconscious mind, "I'm glad Cheetah-tie here understands me and not just Cyclops." you murmured to yourself, not realizing that it has been uttered out in the open, leaning back on your seat more comfortably.
The wrinkled and torn Manga panels pigmented in sun-baked blood that Satoru persisted have been yours were laying on the table before you. There was no way that the man on the paper could be him. You reckoned that it was probably just a character he idolized so much that he was deranged enough to visualize himself in. There were a touch of distinction if the ripped sketches were to be compared. The man, who Satoru persists has been him, had certain elements about the emotions contrasted against each scene unfold. With the sun-glasses, he'd come across as if he was equable with his friend, someone whom he actually felt contented with the idea that he wasn't desolated to himself. Notwithstanding the comparison against the other half, the visionary of him without the specs he wore had the vehemence that he was more calculated, assiduous and extremely had his defenses down.
The sketches without the sunglasses seemed like he was on one's Pat Malone. Thoroughly in solitary.
You were currently putting a figure on where this particular man is. The one you're giving heed to on the paper that rested on the table, assessing where was this other attractive guy with the man bun instead, trying to put a name on who he was because apparently, you haven't seen his face throughout your brief stay with Satoru. The only people you've met prior to when you've arrived had been his three students, the school doctor of Tokyo Jujutsu High that you haven't gotten the idea of what her features were because you were unconscious when she'd manage to tend to your wounds, Ijichi who was somehow the assistant director of their school and lastly was Nanami Kento who did not elucidated more about his life other than that he was salary man and worked as a Jujutsu Sorcerer now.
The nosy part in you, the intrusive quality you had was getting your subconscious mind in an itchy sense that it wanted to pry over who exactly was the other person. Though, it didn't felt right to just state it out in the open, your body---your tongue was telling you otherwise if that even made sense. It felt like it was not needed to implore further especially to Satoru.
It felt weird for your standpoint like the guy on the picture held significance to it all and to your sudden sojourn.
Without even giving you an eye, Satoru heard your mindless rumbling towards how Nanami comprehends to everything you're saying. Thus, instigating him to scrutinize the 7:3 sorcerer in return beneath his covered eyes.
"What," Kento inscrutably groused without bothering to take a look at Gojo. He instantly knew that he was being judged by the latter from the other side of the plane even without seeing his eyes, "---stop staring, Satoru. You're making me uncomfortable."
The blindfolded sorcerer continued doing so, hastily shunning his exasperation with his own inconvenient tenacity.
"You are making me uncomfortable." Satoru stated straight from the shoulder, "---You get to understand her when I only and exceptionally could,"
Nanami raised an implausible brow at that response without even sparing him a glance as he went on in reading, declaring his retorts with much indignation, "I know how to converse with it. But, I'm not entirely fluent enough."
"Which is why you're making me uncomfortable. Does this come in being a gloomy salaryman then? were you trained?"
"You only want her to understand you. Hilarious." The blond sorcerer got across Satoru's opines with a straight-face.
Satoru had his lips pursed together as he kept up in getting under Nanami's skin. Cheetah-tie, being entirely used to it already and probably finding it an accustomed occurrence in his day to day life to being a Jujutsu Sorcerer. You've given the torn papers a once over, thoughtlessly scratching your forehead in thwart as your temples were minimally throbbing every now and then whenever you were trying to cerebrate over what Satoru was trying to make you understand.
"Your blindfold is really making me uncomfortable." you've declared towards Gojo who ceased from running his mouth at Nanami who was giving him intelligible, short responses that were lucid enough to comprehend. Satoru briefly craned his neck to pay heed to what you had to say, smiling to himself when he felt your spirit of inquiry through your quizzing. Though, he never gotten the second half of what you were actually saying because you've got lost in that train of thoughts you had which got him raising his brows in doubt.
"When do I get to see your eyes? I'm not convinced over this...also, who's---n-nevermind."
Brisk enough to conceal his dubiety, the ends of his unbelievable nourished lips lifted in a smile, "Soon enough, Tiny Chan. You might be lucky it would happen when we come back to Japan,"
You leaned back on your seat, your curiosity reaching its peak whenever you were staring upon the detailed crevices that configured his mask. It was keeping you entirely restless for whatever he was keeping from you that he was prolonging it and acting like it would end up being a bombshell; a controversial thing for you to know nor encounter from him. All things considered, especially his pompous qualities was restraining your surmises that it had your expectations on the low. Satoru was probably, really blind and just had strong intuitions that he could function well enough even without having eyeballs.
Crossing your arms over your chest, you've had your eyes in slits, watching him from beneath your eyelashes, noting the grin that remained on his face which instantly fell when you've began to demand back at him with a serious glint in your eyes, "I want the exact same sunglasses. The circle ones. If not, then I'm not convinced."
At the mention of that, you were oblivious that Nanami was actually observing the both of you from his side, being mindful of the whole conversation you were having with Gojo and to the point of glancing at the torn Manga panels that weren't being disclosed by Satoru himself as he made a point that it was a secret that the both of you could only get involved in.
What a man-child he was as Nanami expected.
"Eh?" Satoru contemplated with a blink of his eyes behind his mask, "---But, It's not with me right now." He began to feign into patting the pockets of his pants, looking left and right as he shifted in his seat.
He actually had it. Even had it kept inside his pants aside from the new one that he was currently using. Nevertheless, this particular sunglasses have been put safely to the sides, kept under a drawer he seldom opens by dint of such adverse confrontation which has happened long ago. When even was the last time he had used it?
Gojo tried to brush off his deliberation with a smug huff to himself, his smirk falling on the spot as he heard you give prominence to your illogical wits towards the belief you had for him, "Then, this man is not you then. Psh. Trying hard, cosplayer." you prodded your finger over the torn, wrinkly manga panels that was placed in between you both, your unflagging persistence triggering a scowl on his Gojo's face which has gotten you raising a brow, which has instantly piqued your curiosity as this was the first time you've seen him be at least a little bit infuriated other than his supercilious persona.
"I told you, I'm a Jujutsu Sorcerer! The strongest, even!" Satoru emphasized, uncrossing his leg as his attention was solely on you now, beginning his verbal retribution to your unwavering resolution.
There was another special sunglasses in which Satoru had fished out of his pockets from the moment that the plane decided to lift off. The lenses were much in the rectangular size, rather than the ones drawn in the papers which were in the shape of a circle. You were tempted to take a hold for it and give it a try for yourself but forced yourself to cease those inquisitive fingers of yours. His sunglasses looked like it wasn't the typical---as if you weren't bound to see through it due to how Stygian it was. Why was he being too shrouded over his own eyes? Thus, this has spurned and added within the difficult inquiries of your conundrum over Gojo Satoru.
"This sun glasses drawn in the sketches is a whole lotta' prettier than the ones you have now. Just sharing my opinion---," pause. "---Not that you actually care nor is this really...you, Satoru." you've shaken your head to keep yourself from thinking anything else, your heart at bay for the restlessness towards anticipating on how your country has been. Was it still the same? Would it still be the same or will Satoru finally be on the winning lead this time because he has been right all along?
"---Though, Cheetah-tie here has an awesome set of cosplay sunglasses," pointing a finger at Nanami who was quiet on the side also paid no heed to your comment and had to secure his own specs by pushing his thumb and middle finger on the sides of his sunglasses, fixating them further.
The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer made it obvious that he has taken offense to that and snapped his head to where Nanami sat, pursing his lips together as he bluntly exclaimed, "Why does Nanami's sunglasses get to be called awesome and mine's not?!"
Ogling at the opportunity that Gojo wasn't looking, you've had the chutzpah to reach out a piece of tissue paper, formulating it into a ball as it was scrunched in the middle of your palm. He was thoughtlessly tittle-tattling over topics you couldn't understand with his co-worker---thoughtlessly. No. Satoru knew and could see your plans ahead but he was evaluating your actions and highly doubt you were planning to toss a meaningless ball of tissue at him when you've already had an idea of what he was capable of during that time back at the Hatagaya Abandoned Street Curse.
Howbeit, no. You've had to really launch a tissue ball at him in which got him ceasing in between his babbles as he didn't bother to look at you. The soft ball of tissue landed atop of his floofy hair that has got you clearing your throat when you've heard him call---or chastise a nickname that you were gradually becoming accustomed to since Satoru had started calling you it, "Where's the finger now, Nanami?---Really, Tiny-Chan? I knew you were going to throw that."
Gojo was beaming with his pearly whites without even sparing a glance. Did you anger him now? you mindlessly thought to yourself as he paused on the topic over what he was catechizing Nanami for.
"I knew it! You're actually blind!" The action earned an eye-popping moment for you, pleased to see the ball of tissue over Gojo's hair, hiding the smirk on your face with a stifled snort that had Satoru brushing off his soft, winter locks with the spaces of his fingers.
His simple gesture caught you off-guard that it had you take a dim view of it, an obvious lour etched on your face. Your excitement over being right swiftly being taken away just because you've found Gojo's basic hair brushing somehow beguiling.
It just looked so soft.
You've heard that tiny voice in your head whisper words in your ear, making you force yourself to shut your lips. Yet, your imprudent attitude was supervising you today that upon hearing what Satoru had to utter next, provoked a reference that came out of your mouth---one of your favorites that emitted another giggle sent towards the latter.
"I've had my Infinity off!" Gojo proclaimed, a palm on his chest as he clarified, putting an end to it and not attaching more details as to what Infinity he was pertaining to.
You couldn't help the beam forming on your lips, completely unsuspecting to what Infinity actually was for Gojo, acting flippant to the whole topic that Satoru was left huffing to himself that you even had the audacity to quote something he certainly had no idea about.
"To infinity and beyond!"
Gojo raised a reprimanding finger. In point of fact, the Jujutsu Sorcerer was just waiting for the time that you would believe that what he's saying is true. He needed the response of trust---although, he appeared to be a person whom people wouldn't trust easily due to his personality and nature---Satoru needed your 'all' in this. The dedication that you were bound to be tied up in the Jujutsu Society, as much as he was also entirely scoffing on the idea because a mere, non-sorcerer like you had the sole ability to know what you had for them---for him.
"Heh. You're going to regret spending a laugh when you finally have an idea of who I really am,"
"What? You're Gojo Satoru." you nonchalantly added as a matter of fact, seeing Satoru gloating over what you just declared out loud, heedless that Nanami was listening through the entire conversation. "---Just Gojo Satoru."
"Oi, Nanamin!" The latter loudly called out to his friend, earning a grumble of whispers before he could even finish his own sentence as he aimlessly pointed out to you who kept giggling for your witless humor that Satoru could clearly not fathom as it was a reference from your real dimension, "---Do you think I should..."
"No, thank you. Leave me out of the conversation." Nanami promptly closed his newspaper and snatched his sunglasses off his face, gently dropping them over the table that rested in front of his side of the plane, leaning an elbow on his own arm chair and glancing out of the cloudy horizon, shutting one's eye for what Satoru has been asking him about.
"I haven't even finished my sentence!"
Even so, the 7:3 sorcerer appeared to be aloof and irritated during the whole plane ride, you and Satoru have been heedless over the factuality that Nanami hearkened to the discussion at hand. He'd even discerned how Gojo ceased to use his infinity with you when he was thoroughly bound to utilize it even during play times like this as he was not one to lose or make mincemeat of his friends. For the most part, even just by thinking of some sort of revenge for him due to what kind of playful pranks or stunts that could leave a person from strangling him alive, he definitely wouldn't hesitate nor did he be in two minds over using his abilities to his own advantage.
Despite of knowing in advance that you were about to toss that tissue ball at him, Satoru had let you hit him.
Or it was probably just because he wanted you to have your fun.
Nanami leaned his head on the windows, momentarily closing his eyes as he sighed. The rowdy voice of Satoru resonating the entire plane ride and he couldn't help but cross his arms over his chest, regretting why he has been pulled out of the country to chaperone a woman he hardly knew of. Especially when his time of work was already done since the moment he'd arrived at the airport where Kiyotaka Ijichi had been.
She really be having the guts to sound so strong ain't she? LMAO. Also, y'all realize why I haven't let Satoru show his eyes yet right? Because from the moment he does---that's where y'all need to buckle up your seatbelts now...Heheheh.
Am I the only one where I find it sweet? I mean, the way how he didn't activate his abilities for Tiny-Chan when she had to throw that damned tissue ball at him? 😭
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