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𝑅𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐹𝑈𝑀𝐸 જ⁀➴ ( ၴႅၴ

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ༄

cws: underage drinking, gojo is a glorified lightweight, and he's rich so..., slight NSFW? (i was pushing it ngl..), friends with benefits for most of it, idiots who are so obviously in love but don't say they're dating, they never end up officially dating but everyone knows, took out the angst cause i'm tired of sobbing, all sweet and perfect, sassy man apocalypse is REAL, unedited please forgive me

yes I know it's whiskey but pretend it's wine ok 😭 it's for the lyrics

haunted; by laufey

2005;

the room is hot, the air thick enough for you to choke on it. your mind clouded with a lust-filled void that you don't think you can ever escape.

one bottle was all it took for satoru to be on you like the plague. An expensive bottle of 55-year-aged Yamazaki malt whiskey, which he claims he "found all by itself in the middle of nowhere." (he stole it from his dad's wine cellar on his trip back home) and who were you to deny a nice drink funded by someone with way too much money on their hands?

that was the start of the unavoidable doom you cursed upon yourself.

your hands tangled into the hairs at his neck, gripping, tugging, anything to get closer to him. one of his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him, the other cupped at the back of your head.

and you know it's wrong, that you shouldn't be doing this. ruining a friendship you worked months to build and perfect in only one night. but as a feverish whine leaves his wine-stained lips you think just maybe, you can share one more kiss.

2006;

"would you still love me if i was a worm?"

it's almost humorous how his question breaks the restless tension between the both of you.

the air runs cold as the passing summer breeze finally turns into the chilling autumn winds. the periodic chirping of crows resounds in the far distance as you and satoru lay back on the training ground fields. the pale moonlight cascades on his face, making his already angelic-like blue eyes shimmer.

"probably not," that seems to crush any ounce of confidence he had coming into this conversation. his lips form into a pout, and misty eyes stare into yours pleadingly. he looks like a kicked puppy.

"what? did i crush your ego?" you ask between laughs?, he only huffs in response. you think that might be the end of it, a conversation gone too soon you suppose. the sudden rustle of the grass next to you has you turning face-to-face with gojo. you give him a confused glance as he inspects your face, mentally memorizing every dip and imperfection you have. the lack of response has you clearing your throat, eyebrows furrowing as a silent plea for him to speak his mind.

"don't tell me that actually hurt you," the frown on his face only deepens as he side-eyes you.

"and what if it did?" you roll your eyes at that. assuming it was just a game, satoru has always been particularly sassy, you decided to play along.

"oh however shall i make it better the glorious, majestic satoru gojo?" it was a joke. of course it was, however, you didn't expect him to perk up so much at the blatantly ironic suggestion.

"you wanna know how to make it better?" he shifts closer, his nose grazes against your own, and you can feel his breath fanning across your lips. he's so close. your gaze flickers up from his lips to his eyes as a hand reaches to push a stray strand of your hair back. "what..?" it was a joke right? god, you're already breathless. He has barely done so much as touch you, and you're already turning into putty, it's pathetic.

"a kiss would do wonders," he was always so arrogant, infuriating even.

"are you being serious?"

"whaaaaat! you know you want to,"

"don't put words in my mouth." yet, you don't find yourself pulling back.

"one kiss," you tell him. one kiss is all you'll allow you tell yourself, you outwardly nod to it.

"awww, i knew you loved me!" he's extremely giddy. you can practically feel his body heat radiating off of him.

"what did i say about putting words into my--" you don't get to finish your sentence as he's basically pawing at you. his arm is laid over you waist as his other hand cradles your head.

one kiss. just one. one. its a lie, theres never just one kiss when it comes to satoru. he's on you like a starved man, molding his body into yours almost perfectly. its pointless to try and fight it. you willingly give in.

you allow yourself to have him just tonight.

2007;

"what do you plan on doing after we graduate?" shoko asks, taking another drag of a cigarette. it's late april, the air is starting to get warm enough for you to wear your spring uniform again. barely 2 weeks until you'll finally be able to call yourself a full-fledged jujutsu sorcerer.

it's a question you never really thought of. of course, you wanted to leave, explore the world even. it was a fated fact. you dreamed of it. graduation day, the day you would finally be able to up and leave this school and all its haunting memories behind once and for all. the day when you could leave everything behind and start anew. but you didn't want to leave the friends you made, the relationships you spent years building and perfecting. the connections you made through jujutsu tech were priceless.

but you didn't know what you wanted to do. leave, yes, but then what? where would you go, what would you do?

"i'm not sure," an honest answer, you weren't sure. but that did nothing to stop the fleeting thoughts of spending a lifetime with a certain someone. you still remember the night back in your second year. you still held onto every ounce of sin.

you wished and hoped it would be something more, even though you knew he didn't love you quite like you loved him.

"hope you figure it out soon, if it comes down to it, you could always stay with me here."

"yeah, thanks ieiri,"

"hmm"

hours pass and you find yourself sitting in gojo's room. he lays flat on the bed on his phone, giggling periodically. you sit on the end, back pressed against the wall as you tightly hug one of his pillows.

"you know we graduate in a few days..."

"uhuh," his gaze doesn't falter, as if he expected you to say that.

"what are you going to do?" you shouldn't have asked, shouldn't get your hopes up, praying for him to say that he'd go wherever you wanted to go. a dream so far-fetched but felt oh so sweet.

"i don't know, i'll figure it out when it happens." it's so like him, not knowing what he'd want to do when his school years would finally come to an end. but knowing him, he'd find something out, do something he wouldn't regret doing. the complete opposite of you.

"i'll probably go to america, visit some family while i'm there you know?"

you think you hear him choke.

he clears his throat before speaking again, "that sounds... nice. how long do you plan on staying?" you swear he sounds upset, maybe even a little scared, but you quickly shake those thoughts away. your mind was already made, and like hell was this going to stop you.

"at least a couple of years, at most, i might not move back. promised ieiri i'd visit every now and then though,"

"oh, guess i'll have to visit you sometime then huh?" he laughs but you know its fake. its not the same laugh he's shared between just the two of you, its strained, and somehow, that breaks your heart even more.

"i guess so."

you don't talk for the rest of that night, or for the next couple days that pass by. the next, and last time you speak to him is the morning of your flight where you bid him goodbyes and wish him well. and you swear to yourself as you leave at dawn, that this will end 'til he haunts you again.

2017;

10 years.

10 years since you've last seen him, granted, it's been 10 years since you've last seen any of them. your attempts at visiting have been futile ever since you moved. being pushed onto back-to-back missions inside and out of the country.

but it's useless worrying about things you can't fix. so as you stare at your reflection through your phone camera you wonder if they'd changed, if they even cared, only inviting you out of common courtesy. expecting you to no-show for work. but here you are, an 18-hour flight later, sitting at a bar in the middle of tokyo, japan.

the rose perfume you wore lingers around, it's sickly sweet scent fogs your mind. your thoughts racing so loudly you don't hear the door open to alert you someone else has entered the low-lit room.

"it's been over a decade and you don't even turn around to greet us? and i thought we were close." god, that voice. its the same as you remember. you spin your head around and that's when it hits you, a wave of nostalgia. seeing the three most amazing people you ever got the chance to meet standing right in front of you after years, you almost start crying(you do).

"leave her alone satoru." nanami, you don't remember him being that tall. the last in-person conversation you had with him being just hours before you started packing for your flight;

"so you're actually leaving?"

"yeah, i already made housing plans so theres really no turning back now,"

"we'll miss you. granted, some more than others--"

"who are you talking about?"

"he didn't tell you? never-mind then,"

"can we start drinking already?" shoko, still the same as always. it would be a shock if she changed. you still remember the phone call you had with her last week;

"he still whines about you leaving,"

"really? he doesn't really text me much."

"it's annoying, he's like a baby crying for their mother. you need to shut him up before i lose my mind and kill him myself."

"hah, i'll call him sometime this week,"

"good. anyways, did you hear about this new form of torture?--"

"you guys are so mean to me..."

"still a crybaby i see." you laugh as satoru glares at you.

"less talking, more drinking!"

"you're going to end up with alcohol poisoning with that mentality."

youre all sitting down at the bar, ieiri to your right, satoru to your left, and kento beside him. it feels like when you were younger. the four of you(gojo dragged nanami there every time) all sprawled out across shoko's dorm. bottles of cheap wine and liquor trashed on the floor. some of the best times of your high school years were spent like that.

by the time you make it to your second round, shoko's already on her 5th, satoru still has barely taken more than 3 sips of his, and nanami opting out, taking the position of the 'designated driver' for the four of you tonight.

you're not drunk, just tipsy enough to feel the buzz in your head when gojo asks you a question.

"how have you been? how have you liked america so far?"

"good. and it's been nice so far, i've been able to see family more often. oh! i found this nice bakery near my apartment..."

",you would like it." you add that last part on a whim. the back part of your mind hoping that maybe he'd be able to take you up on the implied offer of going together sometime.

"enough about me, what have you been up to?"

"i teach,"

"really?"

"mhm, got an amazing batch of first years. i even picked up this new kid... he's gong to be great one day. i just know it"

"thats sweet. you have good eyes so i'll take your word for it."

"you should visit, i'm sure they'd love you. maki especially."

"i'd like that, maybe teach them a thing or two?"

"yeah! oh theres even this talking panda--"

and thats how the night continues to go. every now and then ieiri and kento join in to ask you about life or if you're into trying any of their hobbies. but it mostly consist of you and satoru talking as if the whole world is on pause. like its only the two you you left.

hours pass before shoko finally passes out on the bar table. as he swings her arm over his shoulder he offers you and satrou a ride home. before you can even respond gojo is already saying he'll call you both a taxi, and is lighting(harshly) shoving kento and ieiri out the door.

you both end up staying two hours more since they left. satoru placing any drinks you order onto his own tab.

you ended up crying two times that night. however the second was not in the same sense as before.

just like 2005, all it took was a drink. surprisingly the same brand and bottle as back then, a 55-year-aged Yamazaki malt whiskey, which this time is funded by satoru himself, is what had you staggering into his apartment. gripping onto him as he balances you straight.

you've barely made it into his room before you're pouncing on him, kissing him so hard you're sure your lips will be bruised in the morning. hand feverishly pulling at each other's clothes, broken whines leave your mouths. in the back of your drunken dazed mind you know that this would never last but you'll pretend he'll stay forever.

he lays you down, momentarily pulling back to look you dead in the eyes. "are you ok with this?" he's panting, a desperate look in his eyes as he asks.

"yes, just—please..." you can't bear to stare at him as the words leave your lips. your face flushed at the sounds you're making just at the thought of him. and with that, he's back on you. no hint of hesitation in his actions.

"toru.." you whine, your back arching into the bed. his large hands ghost over the top of your breasts, pulling the straps of your dress and bra down to cup them more.

"Now you're gettin' me all worked up—" he sighs, hands sliding down to the waistband of your panties. you mewl at the feeling of his fingers grazing on your wet cunt.

"what, sweetheart? d'ya want some more?" he pokes at you, you let out pathetic moans as your body twitches underneath his. "please 'toru," you pant.

that night, ghostly sounds haunt the hallways as he wraps you around.

the sin barely breaks before you're awake, searching for your clothes you couldn't stay, you knew it in the very pit of your stomach. you'll continue to hold on to every ounce of sin. and as you leave at dawn you have a gut feeling that satoru will never cease to haunt you.

an; a little rushed and will probably go back to heavily edit this in the morning(don't be surprised if the whole plot is changed) but i hope you enjoy the pre-halloween special!

an edit; still very rushed, however, the plot has slightly changed...

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renranram · 10 days

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HIIIII !! any chance you write for Charlie Slimecicle? I love the goober sm istg. Have a nice day :)

From The Start

sfw

fem!reader x charlie slimcicle

cute little one shot for our favorite goofy goober charlie charles charles

the whole ordeal of being karaoke buddies when you two met during the qsmp meet up, the two of you just clicked and by realizing your apartments were near eachother the two of you would have karaokes maybe once in two weeks

and maybe you have a growing crush on him, it suddenly felt very awkward of you whenever it's only you two left alone

" y/n wanna have a duet? " the goofy goober smiles at you as your friends inside the room cheers for you, alex, baghera, tina and foolish, " y/n! y/n! y/n! " they cheer as you sigh out of defeat

" sigh... i have so many fans " you flip your imaginary hair as they burst out laughing, charlie did too, and you couldn't help but crack a smile when he did

" okay.. what should we sing " charlie calms down as he grabs the song book, " uhm i have an idea, what about from the start? " you mutter as you swore you saw charlie's eyes sparkle, " oh my god! it's from that girl laufey! " he states, as you chuckle softly, nodding

your other friends can definitely catch what was going on, letting out ' ooohs ' and ' awws ', and all you can do is shake your head in shyness

" guys what if you kiss after the song? " foolish jokes as charlie chuckles, playing along, " me and y/n are actually in love guys " he states

oh how you wished that that was real

" just invite us to the wedding " alex chimed in as you laugh along with your friends

you two gave everything for the song, hitting notes but managing to have fun by your friends bickering in the background, teasing you two

charlie doesn't know how much you relate to the song's lyrics, " confess i loved you... " you sang in solo as you stare at him with admiration

" just thinking of you " charlie joins in, smiling back at you, " i know i've loved you from the start " the two of you shared the last line as your friends cheered

god how much you just wanna kiss him, you chuckle, " y/n, charlie, sitting on a tree- " baghera jokes, her french accent, thick as tina giggles, whilst charlie gently threw a pillow at her to shut her off

" .... okay! smoke break for me " you mumbles, passing the mic to tina next as you got out of the room, sighing, you wished confessing was THAT easy

you light your cigarette, shivering, it's cold, leaning your head on the back alley's wall

sighing as you then felt a warm cloth on your back, charlie followed you, you flinched noticing his jacket resting on your back, " i saw that you were shivering " he smiles at you

" ah.. yeah.. it is kinda cold " you fixed his jacket, "... thank you " you smile at him as he gave you a small nod, leaning his back on the wall next to you

awkward silence fills in, you're too shy to continue the conversation

" so... is from the start your favorite song? " charlie asks as you pause, puffing your cigarette, " kind of " you reply

" it's a cute song you think " charlie mutters as he glances at you, nodding im agreement, " ... you're cuter tho "

your cheek immediately flushed pink, coughing on the smoke of your cigarette as he gasps, patting your back as he chuckles, " jeez.. you need to be more careful "

" yeah.. " you mutter, awkward silence again, as charlie just sighs out, " y/n " he calls out your name as you face him

" im just gonna be blunt because i dont wanna make things awkward, but i really really really like you and i think you're really pretty and cute and i have a huge crush on you from the start and i treasure our friendship so im scared that ill ruin it if i actually confess to you so please be honest if you like me back or no " he blurts those words out in one breath as you pause

the heat on your cheeks rising, " i.. wow.. uhm... " you mumble, fidgeting with your cigarette, " was i too fast? " charlie asks, chuckling, as you notice a faint pink blush on his cheeks

" no... im just.. flabbergasted " you reply, " i just.. thought that you'd never like me back " you chuckle, confessing as he gasps, " y/n! you're so amazing! of course id like you! " charlie cups your cheek

" in fact! i found you amazing the day we first met! " he states with confidence as you chuckle, " .. thank you...? " you mumble, still a bit awkward

" y/n.. would i make things awkward if i say i love you? " charlie asks, " no...not really " you mutter

" then..., i love you so much y/n " charlie hesitantly fixes your hair for you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, " i.. i really really love you too charlie "

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