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aireia · 2 months

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holy shit. they're both hopeless. — satoru and shoko suspect that you and suguru have feelings for each other.

tw/cw: gn! reader, a tiny bit angst at the end but overall fluff + crack. angel used as a petname. not proofread + rushed.

note: school sucks, i'm half awake as of typing this, have mercy on my rusty ass writing skills —masterlist

“so. you like them, don’t you?”

it’s too early in the morning for this. suguru had just stepped foot into the classroom, and he was already being interrogated by his friends. they were eyeing him up and down with suspicion in their eyes, as if it would provide them with an answer.

“who?” the raven haired male feigned innocence. he knew damn well who the duo were talking about, from their not very secret gossiping to spying on him when he spoke to you. suguru was still kind of offended that they thought he didn’t notice them there. just because he didn’t have six eyes didn’t mean he didn’t have good eyesight! he could clearly see satoru’s head peeking out from behind a tree and shoko in the bushes.

“you’re not serious, are you?” satoru asked in disbelief, exchanging a few glances with shoko as if to say, “this guy is actually hopeless.”

they couldn’t have mistaken the soft glances he shot your way whenever you walked by them, or him lightly brushing his fingers against yours, or the very obvious tint of red on his face whenever he spoke to you for something else right? satoru swore on his six eyes that he wasn’t mistaken.

they decided to drop the topic after a while. if he wasn’t going to give them an answer, they’d just have to ask you instead.

they found you talking to suguru after class, laughing with him over small talk before you waved him goodbye. there it was again, that genuine smile he rarely showed. they approached you to tell you about needing to speak to you, then dragged you somewhere more private to speak.

“you like suguru right?” wow. direct. that wasn’t a question you expected today.

“we’re just friends,” you replied them. you could feel the heat rising on your cheeks. you had to change the topic, fast. “don’t you have a mission to get to, gojo? geto left earlier because he thought you were already waiting on him.”

“...”

he whispered something in shoko’s ear before darting off somewhere. well, whisper isn’t really the word. you clearly heard him telling shoko to “carry on with their mission and get you to admit you liked him,” and telling him all about it later. now you’re wondering if they secretly have nights where they just spill everyone’s secrets to each other late at night when everyone else is asleep.

shoko eventually turned back to face you after watching gojo run away. she placed both her hands on your shoulders and looked at you dead in your eyes. “are you sure you don’t like him? not even a little bit?” you shook your head, and she sighed. both of you are hopeless.

“so, what should we do?” shoko asked satoru as she painted his nails. “they’re beyond saving,” she continued.

the snowy haired male thought for a while before responding. “we set them up on a date.” shoko perked up at this. “you think?” “definitely.”

they lowered their voices after that, discussing how they would somehow drag the both of you to a location and ensure that you’d have a nice date and be together by the end of the day. with occasional breaks to gossip about random things and pairing teachers with shitty attitudes together, they finally came up with a plan.

now, you should have noticed the signs earlier. satoru and shoko were acting weird earlier. not only had they been whispering the entire day, acting like ninjas, but they also completely dropped the topic of you and suguru liking each other, and invited the both of you to a restaurant. satoru’s treat.

and now, you were standing in front of a restaurant waiting for all three of them. sure, you were a little early, but you didn’t expect no one else to be here. you stared at the group chat, waiting for possibly any type of text to indicate they had arrived, but nothing.

“y/n? you’re here early.” you could have recognised that smooth voice anywhere. suguru was the second to arrive after you, and the both of you exchanged some small talk before a notification popped up on your phone.

“we’re running a little late! you two go ahead inside!” we? were they together? and they knew the both of you had arrived? suguru sighed at the message. “let’s head inside. it’s hot out here anyway.” suguru ended by extending his hand out for you to take it, and you smiled before slotting your fingers in between his.

after the both of you were seated, you noticed something. satoru reserved a table for two people. of course he did. somehow, you’re convinced they’re both somewhere in the restaurant, disguised with newspapers and wigs (possibly contact lenses), spying on you and suguru.

another message was sent, this time to suguru. he sweatdropped as he read the message. there was an image attachment of a money transaction to his online banking account, captioned with “go get them!!”

he was going to slap satoru when he got back.

suguru deeply sighed before putting his phone back into his pocket. “they aren’t coming. i’m guessing they’re trying to set us up.” “obviously. well, since we’re already here, might as well make the best of it?” you suggested, and he agreed.

maybe dates set up by your friends were better. you ended up laughing with suguru, having a nice dinner… it was quite late when you left the restaurant, but you still ended up walking around with him and exchanging even more words. the walk back to your dorm rooms was mostly silent, though. walking hand in hand while the moon shone upon you, and his thumb lightly brushing over your hand, almost as if he were trying to remember the feeling of your skin because one of you would have to let go eventually. you tightened your grip on him at the thought.

“y/n, angel, you aren’t usually this clingy,” suguru chuckled when you nuzzled your face into his chest. he wrapped his arms around your body, bringing you closer to him and running his hand through your hair. “everything alright?” you nodded, but your lover knew you better than that. he’d have to ask you about it again later.

“do you wanna tell them we’ve already been dating for a few months?” you asked. the both of you had decided to keep your relationship secret early on, and your friends were starting to catch up on it. you think.

a brief moment of silence followed your question before he answered.

“nah. they’ll figure it out eventually.”

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize and/or translate.

#signed by aireia!#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto #suguru x reader #jjk fluff

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andypantsx3 · 1 year

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thinking about dragon shouto.

as a child you come across what you think is a weird fat lizard the size of a cat, playing in the fields just outside of your village. it's got a mesmerizing pattern of ruby red scales overlapping snowy white ones, and two little nubby horns at either side of its head.

it spends the afternoon napping on a sun-warmed rock nearby, blinking at you with strange, mismatched eyes whenever you come over to stare at it. you feed it some of the berries you'd gathered for your own snack, and it seems to like them, nosing around in your hand for more after it's finished them. when you leave, it curls its tail around itself and watches you go with a solemn stare.

you see it several more times out in the fields after that, always bringing it little treats—the crust of your morning bread, some cheese, a rainbow of berries from the bushes at the edge of the forest. it's patient when you prod it curiously, running your fingers over the strange little flaps on its back that look almost like they could unfold into wings. it seems to like when you do that, eyes falling closed, and you swear you hear it snuffle softly.

it skitters home with you then, and your family shits themselves when they realize you've dragged home a dragon. it's a toddler same as you, and a male as far as they can tell. but it's too late to get rid of him—dragons are notoriously possessive creatures, and any attempt made to separate you two is met with a flash of tiny fangs, a jet of fire, and a case of lizard stink eye so mean it's like he's trying to scald the flesh off of people with his stare alone.

and after that, you're his and he's yours.

you name him shouto—a person's name—because he seems so much like his own person, all his wants and needs communicated clearly. he goes with you everywhere until he becomes too large to fit into buildings, first reaching the size of a horse, then your family's thatched hut. by the time you reach your majority, he's the size of the smithy in the village center.

and then, not a few months after your own birthday, he comes into his majority, and with it, his full powers.

and that's how you find yourself confronted with over six feet of very naked, very handsome man—with split red-and-white hair, and two mismatched eyes, and an incredibly familiar possessiveness over you...

#andie's ideas #character: todoroki shouto #dragon shouto au

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pitchsidestories · 7 months

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Baby It's Cold Outside II Alessia Russo x Reader

a/n: based off this request. We hope you enjoy a wintery oneshot.

masterlist I word count: 1602

Alessia Russo’s eyes were still closed as she discovered that your bed side was already empty: “Babe..?” It did not take you too long to come back to you and your girlfriend’s shared bedroom. You beamed at her excitedly: “Lessi, it snowed over night!” “Come back. It’s cold.”, the striker demanded, shivering from the temperature you brought from outside. Amused you asked her:” Don’t you want to go and see the snow?” “No, I want to stay in bed and cuddle.”, Alessia replied with a crooked smile. Grinning you remarked: “You don’t want to leave the bed, huh?” “No, it’s so warm and comfy.”, the blonde shook determined her head.

An innocent smile was forming on your lips while you proposed:” What if we go downstairs to the fireplace?” “But you want to go out into the snow, right?” “Yes, I’ll let our little puppy out and when we can cuddle on the sofa, okay?”, you admitted, already looking for the tiny golden retriever. Quickly Alessia got up from the bed: “Wait, I’ll get dressed.” “So, you do want to join us for a little walk in the snow?”, you realized happily. She confirmed with a nod: “Yes, I’m coming.” “Perfect.”, you mumbled.

During the time the English forward was changing into some comfy clothes you put on a leash on your very excited puppy.

Outside the nature was covered in a snowy white blanket which made it look like a scene straight from a fairytale your parents were reading to you when you were a child. But even fairytales did have a darker side to them and Alessias mood has been a bit down the recent days as you noticed.

Worried you turned to her:” Do you want to talk about what kept you up at night?” “Oh no, it’s fine.”, the taller woman shrugged her shoulders and tried hard to keep her tone light. Unconvinced by her reaction you begun: “Alessia..” “It’s stupid.”, the forward seemingly waved off your concern. Encouragingly you slipped your hand into hers: “You can still tell me, you know I won’t judge you.” “I know you won’t.”, she softly sighed. You waited out for her to further explain what has been going on in her brain:“So?”

“It’s just the pressure.”, Alessia answered honestly. Attentively you questioned her:“At the club?” “Everywhere.” The sad look on your girlfriends face touched you deeply, so you tried to mend her worries: “I know they want you to be the next Kelly Smith for Arsenal or the next Ellen White for England, but you know what?”

Alessia looked up. She was absentmindedly touching the snow on the bushes you passed. “What?” “You‘re best when you‘re you.”, you smiled encouragingly at your girlfriend. She rubbed the snow between her fingers until it melted, the corner of her mouth quirked up; “Thanks, love.” “You‘re welcome.” “I‘m just happy to have the day off.”, she admitted. You nodded thoughtfully; “Breaks are important.” Your girlfriend hummed in agreement but your attention was caught by a pile of freshly fallen snow.

You bent down to pick some up and shape it into a ball. It left your hands cold and tingly. Alessia watched you cautiously; “What are you doing?” You turned back to her with innocent eyes; “Distracting you for a bit.” And then you threw the ball. It hit Alessia right in the chest.

She squealed in surprise and looked down at the wet stain on her jacket; “Ew, stop that!” “Oh, come on.”, you laughed, happy to see her smile return. She pointed a warning finger in your direction; “I‘ll get you back!” “Try it!”, you teased. As you expected, your girlfriend grabbed a handful of snow and made her own snowball. Her eyes narrowed as she targeted you.

The snowball hit you on your shoulder as you tried to turn away, leaving bits of snow all over your clothes. “Got you!”, Alessia cheered happily. “Damn it.”, you cursed to yourself. When you turned your face back to your girlfriend, she already had both hands full of snow again and was coming towards you. “Oh no! No snow in my neck, please!”, you pleaded and tried to wriggle away from her as she tried to stuff the snow inside your jacket.

The coldness on your throat made you gasp. “Sorry. Here‘s some more.”, Alessia laughed, putting new snow in the collar of your jacket. You softly pushed her away with a shriek. You could feel pieces of snow slide down your clothes, directly on your skin. You almost immediately started shivering; “S-so c-cold.” “It‘s just snow. You wanted to go outside.”, your girlfriend shrugged but still wrapped you up in her arms while she carefully guided you to continue your walk. “Yes but someone obviously wanted to speed up this little walk so we can get cozy again.”, you replied, giving her deprecating look. Her ice-blue eyes blinked at you with innocence; “I don‘t know what you mean.” ”You do know that!” She rolled her eyes and sighed, her breath visible as a small cloud in the cold; “Let‘s go or I‘ll hit you with another snowball.”

“Is that the Italian side of you speaking?, you joked before continuing, we’re going, I could need a hot shower when we’re home though.” With a cheeky grin on her face Alessia agreed: “Oh yes, me too.” “We can do it together.”, you suggested with a playfully seductive smile. The striker winked at you: “Yes, so you can’t use up the hot water.”

A couple of minutes later you two hurried up the stairs on the way to your bathroom. Relieved you turned to your girlfriend as you reached the door: “Let’s get in there.” “Coming.”, the blonde whispered into your ear. Apologetically you looked down to your puppy:” No, little one, you’ve to stay outside the bathroom.” “Sorry.”, Alessia stroking the golden retriever’s fur before getting inside. Still, you promised your pet: “We’ll be right back.”

After you took a shower together you were entering the living room with two hot chocolates in your hands. The light of the fire was turning the scenery in front of your eyes into a warm glow. Cheerfully the taller woman remarked: “That smells so good.” “It tastes even better.”, you told her. “Thank you, love.” “Here you go.”, you handed your girlfriend her cup. She closed her eyes as she was taking her first sip:” It’s perfect.” “Agreed.”, you nodded. Her eyes twinkled as she pointed out: “That’s better than being out in the cold.”

From the sofa you had an excellent view into your little back garden, delighted you couldn’t suppress a little squeal: “It started snowing again.” “You’re right.”, Alessia admitted but she couldn’t take her eyes from you as she enjoyed seeing you this happy about such a small thing. Enchanted by what you saw you said: “It looks so beautiful.” “You really love the snow, huh?”, your girlfriend asked as she was covering you both with a cozy blanket.

Dreamily you reminisced: “I do. It reminds me of the winters in Norway.” “Missing it?”, the striker wanted to know from you. Truthfully you replied: “Sometimes.” “Sorry.. maybe I can ask your mum for some Norwegian recipes, and we can bake something together soon.”, Alessia suggested. If you were not warm already due to the soft blanket and her warm embrace, you’d be by those words now:” You’d do that? That’s really sweet of you. Maybe we can make a menu out of it? Main dish Italian and the dessert Norwegian?” “Sounds delicious.”

“Oh yes. Looks like the little one is sleeping again.”, you draw her attention to your asleep puppy which lay right in the middle of you two. Lovingly Alessia glanced at the golden retriever:“He’s so cute.”

You nodded in agreement; “True.“ Alessia set her mug down on the coffee table in front of you. You could feel her shift next to you. Her head ended up on the arm rest of the sofa.

With a smile you realized that her eyelids were already half closed. Smiling, you reached over your dog to carefully rub her leg; “You can sleep too, love.“ Alessia shook her head, opening her eyes again; “No. I want to enjoy my free day with you.“ But her statement was immediately followed by a yawn. “It’s okay, you need that rest.“

Your girlfriend stretched out her arms towards you; “Come here.“ “Coming.“ Slowly you moved your dog to the other side of the sofa to not wake him up but the walk must have exhausted him as much as your girlfriend. When you finally sat right beside her, she put her arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug on top of her.

She sighed with content, her eyes falling shut again; “Is it too early to watch a Christmas movie yet?“ “No, I’ll put something on, don’t move.“, you laughed, temporarily exiting the hug and reaching over to the coffee table to get the remote. “Thanks.“, Alessia yawned as you picked the cheesiest Christmas movie you could find, knowing that your girlfriend will only be able to watch the first few minutes.

You ignored what happened on screen, your attention was on Alessia who was adamant to keep her eyes open. Slowly but surely, she had to give in, her breathing slowing down. You pressed a quick kiss to her forehead; “Sleep well, love.“ “Not asleep…“, she mumbled tiredly. You nodded with a grin; “Sure.“

The snow continued falling but you just couldn’t take your eyes off your girlfriend. She hadn’t looked this relaxed in weeks.

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garoujo · 2 years

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HOW THEY APOLOGISE AFTER AN ARGUMENT — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, fushiguro toji, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuuji + geto suguru

♱ warnings — none, sfw . f! leaning petnames used.

♱ note — this came 2 me so suddenly in the shower also everyone say hewo 2 toji <3 this is rly like how they make you feel better after an argument -not proof read-

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

you and satoru didn’t argue a lot but when you did he was always annoying, as much as he wanted to solve the issue you just always felt like he wasn’t taking you seriously — you knew that his more playful attitude was more a coping mechanism, and sometimes it worked to make you feel better — but not all the time.

you’re in the kitchen angrily washing some dishes when you hear a few knocks on the door followed by gojo’s all too familiar drawl, you’d left the room around half an hour ago and you know he was probably giving you time to calm down before he made his move. “there’s my sweet girl. y’okay?” he hums, and although his tone carries a softer undercurrent than it usually does — you still refuse to turn to face him when you hear him begin to approach you. “the silent treatment, huh? you’re gonna break my heart.”

gojo’s words are accompanied by his arms wrapping loosely around your waist, pulling you into his chest as his chin rests along the dip of your shoulder from behind — occasionally inching closer to the crook of your neck until you finally speak to him. “what do you want?” you ask sharply and you hear the snowy haired sorcerer hiss like you’ve burned him before he’s pressing a short kiss against your neck and gently turning you in his hold — your soapy hands and all as he gives you a fond sort of look when your narrowed gaze meets his.

“y’know i hate when you’re mad, princess.” gojo groans, lips almost jutting out into a pout just so he can see the whisper of a smile that’s threatening to curl at the corners of your lips. “hey.. i’m sorry. jus’ talk to me.” his words are earnest and accompanied by one of his large palms smoothing along your waist to squeeze the skin affectionately, the other resting against your cheek before he’s following the touch with a lingering kiss against your temple and a slow grin. “you’re so annoying, ‘toru.” you huff, but you allow yourself to lean into his touch before he’s pulling away to let his smile tug even wider. “oh? but something tells me you love it, sweet thing.”

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO TOJI

he was never exactly one to beat around the bush, during arguments he was always blunt and straight to the point — it’s what you’d expect from him his natural dominance and sharp edges, but that doesn’t mean he liked arguing with you. toji would be lying if he said he hated when you were mad at him.

it’s quiet when toji walks into the living room, casting you a glance as you sit with your arms folded over your chest at the very edge of the sofa knowing he’s going to sit on the other side. you can feel the way his gaze is narrowed on you, but you make a show of not meeting it when he lets his heavy body fall onto the cushions at the other side — lazily grabbing the tv remote to flick through the channels aimlessly before he speaks.

“you still pissed?” toji asks, his voice a low drawl and you can tell by the speed the tv screen is changing he’s not paying attention to it. “what do you think?” you bite, earning yourself a click of the tongue from the dark haired male at the end of the couch before you’re turning to send him a frown. “come on now. don’t gimme that look, sweetheart.” and you hate the effect his words seem to have on you despite how mean he can be, letting your eyes roll before you’re snapping back. “i’m not sending you any sort of look.”

but toji truly does hate when you’re mad at him, throwing the tv remote back onto the armrest of the couch before he’s reaching over to wrap his fingers gently around your ankle, pulling you across the cushions and into his side instead with a groan. “like hell you ain’t. cmeer.” you could try kick him off but he’s stronger than you, and there was still a certain comfort you felt when he let your thighs rest over his own — his calloused palms smoothing along your calves like he’s trying to make you feel better, the only way he really knows how as his other hand props his head up. “sorry for pissin’ you off, so quit that shit, alright?”

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

it was unlikely for you and megumi to argue, it was normally petty and probably could be easy avoided but he wasn’t too good at sugar coating his words and could be a little blunt. although he was always fast to pick up on whether or not something was wrong with you — especially if he’s the reason.

you’re wrapped up in a blanket in the bedroom, following an argument with megumi that although was mostly resolved, you still felt a little hurt and vulnerable after regardless and needed some time to calm down. he respects that, so it’s around 20 minutes later when you hear the first few knocks on your bedroom door followed by a soft “im coming in.” before your boyfriend is awkwardly shuffling in to stand in the doorway.

you can tell he’s still a little uncomfortable from the argument, treading with caution as he swallows heavily and begins to ask you questions that you know he knows the answer to — but it’s the only thing he can think of so you’ll talk to him. “hey.. uh, do you know where i put my jacket?” megumi grunts, avoiding your gaze as he begins to fiddle around with random brushes and things scattered around the desk at the corner of the room. “in the doorway where you left it maybe?” you reply sharply and your answer makes him scratch awkwardly at the back of his neck before he’s clearing his throat and trying again.

“thanks. uh.. if you’re cold, the living room is warmer. we can watch a movie, i mean if you want.” megumi mumbles, gesturing to the blanket you have wrapped around your shoulders, and watching him shuffle around with a random hairbrush in his hands makes you melt a little before you’re letting yourself get up and approach him. “that sounds nice.” you sigh and you almost see his lips upturn softly when he looks at you. “i’m sorry again, about earlier. i don’t like not talking to you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

it was extremely rare for you and yuuji to get into arguments, it normally involved you having to take a few moments to yourself to calm down just to stop yourself being mean. he truly didn’t ever want to make you upset, but sometimes he just didn’t know what he did to make you mad.

itadori is still in the exact same spot you left him when you walk back into the room, watching him stand up from his place on the couch before he’s approaching you — a little more hesitant than usual but you can tell he’s trying to respect your feelings. “i’m sorry, are you still mad?” he asks honestly, his eyes are wide and his lips are jutted out ever so slightly and you can’t deny that the sight of him looking so upset about you being upset makes you feel warm.

“i feel a little better.” you huff, meeting his gaze with your own before your features soften at the way his seem to brighten with your words. “can we talk again, baby? i don’t like when you’re mad.” itadori’s words are slightly muffled through his subtle pout but the way his hands gently rest on your hips is so familiar that you can’t help but melt back into him, already feeling any irritation leave when you gives you a few moments to push him away before pulling you in for a hug completely.

“do you need anything? i can make it up to you.” his words are louder now, a little happier before he’s smearing a short kiss against your cheek through a smile, pulling away to meet your gaze once more afterwards. “just this is fine, yuuji.” and the next squeeze of his arms around your waist makes you wrap your own around his shoulders before he’s pulling you to press his lips against yours. “i’ll be better, baby. i promise.”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

geto was a big believer in just talking about whatever was on your mind, although sometimes you couldn’t help but be annoyed for petty reasons and didn’t feel like trying to explain it. but he always picked up on it quickly, his eyes narrowed on your figure as you let every silence between you both linger a little too long.

you can feel geto’s gaze burning through your figure from across the room, his arms crossed as he leans against the kitchen counter and watches the way you’re deliberately ignoring him. he waits until you go to walk past him, running an exasperated hand over his face before he’s gently wrapping an arm around your figure and curling you closer to him. “you’re still mad at me.” he grunts, finger pinching softly at your jaw just so he can make your gaze meet his because he can tell you’re trying to avoid it.

“am not.” you huff, pouty lips jutting out as you try to wriggle out of his hold but it only makes him hold you tighter. “think i can’t tell when my princess is mad? hey, talk to me.” geto’s voice is smooth and it’s a tone that makes you feel at ease when he finally manages to get your gaze to lock with him, a crooked but soft smile on his lips that makes all of the tangled thoughts in your head suddenly feel as straight forward as ever, and that makes you huff at how ridiculous you feel now even after the issue is resolved.

“i’m just being petty.” you finally admit and you feel geto physically relax into you before he’s huffing out a laugh and pressing a quick kiss against your lips. “i’m sorry again ‘bout earlier, baby. you sure you’re good?” he’s asking again just to be sure and you know that if something really was wrong he’d listen, you can tell by the gentleness in his touch and the fondness that still pools in his eyes. “everything is fine, sugu. promise!”

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xiakato · 9 months

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Interview with the Director(M)- NINGNING

“Took you long enough to get here,” The woman takes a sip from her glass, her office overlooking a beautiful mountain range in the valleys of Switzerland.

“Giselle doesn’t like giving me the answers I want,” You sit in one of the chairs in front of her desk.

“She’s always been one to beat around the bush.”

“Rather annoying, I had to fuck it out of her,” You sigh placing the audio recorder onto her desk.

“Well if the stories I’ve heard about you are true, I can’t blame her,” The woman’s smile is captivating. Of course the low light that these women seem to rejoice in, added to the atmosphere nearly as much as their beauty.

“You could see later, first and foremost it’s an interview my dear Ning Yizhuo.”

“You’ve certainly done your research, even knowing that name I’ve long since forsaken.”

“It was difficult, you’ve nearly scrubbed every record of your name besides one of course.”

“My death certificate?”

“Yes, why? Why go through all that trouble for everything else but leave that?”

“Because Ning Yizhuo is dead to the world and anyone that may fall about the story of the Ning family, the family that was found dead in their home.”

“Tell me about your family,” You pull out your journal, filled with the notes from the previous two interviews. The stories these girls hold you feel that they need to be heard.

“Run of the mill family, I feel, well as run of the mill we could be for 1740,” She leans back in her luxurious chair, looking out of the floor to ceiling windows. The snow falling to the ground as if it’s a missing piece of a larger than life puzzle, “There were whispers, that my family was plotting to betray the Emperor, yet my family still tried and true. My father was a devoted man, my mother could care less, her only care was the children. Till a night such as this one,” she nods her head at the beautiful snowy night and the surrounding alps, “It was a cold night, the fire burned brightly. They descended about our house, blood lined the walls. The blood of the maids spilt in their living quarters sullied their footsteps. They dragged us out of our beds. The terror that encased my body, the tears that stained my cheeks. The cries of my family that fateful night fell on deaf ears as we were slaughtered one by one,” She pauses as a tear falls down her cheek, remembering that painful night of which changed her life, it haunts her, even now, tormenting her in her dreams, “I was left bleeding out on the floor, my vision slowly fading and that’s when I saw her. Skin was white as the snow that fell around her.”

“Is that how she got her nickname?”

“You seem to know who it is already so yes that’s how she did get that name, Winter.”

“What of Karina’s brother?”

“Oh Sunwoo, a cutie, very diligent. He’s long since gone on to work for an unsavory group of vampires. One's hope is to turn the tide of the elders, hoping to get their hands onto power that is yet out of their grasp.”

“What is this group?”

She gets out of her chair, “Follow me,” You grab the recorder and follow, “The group is nothing less than a meager thorn in the side of the ones aligned with the elders. They wish to garner enough power and people that could use the power of elders, ones that aren’t an elder themselves. Much like you.”

“What would they want me for?”

“They seem to have found a way to extract the power of the hosts, killing them obviously. I heard recently that they’ve been rather busy. I could only assume they’re looking for you,” She opens the door to her bedroom, a lavish room decorated with black and red satin.

“I see, well enough of them, how did you come to be in charge of this place?”

“Elder Marius took a particular liking to me, he is long since dead. Watched him turn to ash.”

“Thanks for your time Miss Ning,” You bow slightly to her and stop the recorder, turning on your heels to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going manthing?” Her words stop in your tracks, “You seem to think you can just leave without giving me my payment.”

“What sort of payment do you think you’re going to get?” You turn to look at her, your eyes falling to her perfect legs crossed as she sits on the edge of her bed.

“The only thing of use that you can give, so strip,” She commanded, her eyes glowing under the light from the fireplace. You were hoping to avoid this as you didn’t want to fuck everyone you interviewed yet her you are pulling your trousers down. She gestures for you to get closer, you do without a second thought. Her soft and slender hand wraps around your cock, shivers run down your spine as you feel how cold she is despite being near a fire. She smirks to herself, “I see why Giselle decided to keep you around.”

“She keeps more around for more than just my dick,” You tell her as you make her lay on the bed, hiking up her skirt making short work of her panties.

“Rather confident about it, you should know by now anything that comes out of her mouth you can’t trust,” She chuckles which is replaced by a sharp inhale and a moan as you slide your cock into her, her tightness squeezes your cock not wanting to let go, “Fuck.”

You grip tightly onto her thighs using them as leverage as you thrust deep into her, she squeezes your cock at random intervals adding to your pleasure. Looking down at her, seeing her with that smirk etched on her lips. You part her lips with your thumb, her fangs grazing across it as you keep thrusting, getting her to feel every inch. Her legs wrap around you tightly as she reaches her climax. You slowly pull out as her juices cover the bed sheet.

“We aren’t done here pretty boy,” She says between catching her breathing, she gets on her knees arching her back, spreading her ass, “Fuck my ass~”

You don’t have to be told twice, as you push your tip into her ass, “So tight,” You continue to push deeper and deeper.

“No o-ne has fucked my ass since the 80’s, I had to do it myself~” She moans out as you bottom out in her tight ass, “Break me pretty boy, tear that ass up,” She smiles as she feels your cock piston in and out, “FUCK YES!”

Her moans echo through the halls, the sound skin slapping against skin accompanies it. Your hand wrapped up in her hair as she takes your cock, her mind merely a blank slate. Her eyes glazed over as her ass was used just like she wanted. You pull out quickly, surprising her as she squirts adding to her puddle. Her whole body shakes as she looks back at you, ”You fucker.”

“I’m only giving you what you wanted, remember that Yizhuo,” You pull her ass back up, spreading it, looking at your handy work. You smile to yourself as you slide back in with ease. She hasn’t recovered from her latest orgasm as you get back to your pace from before. You grip her hips tightly as you pound away chasing your own high using her like a sex toy. She digs her nails into your forearm. You go as fast as your own hips allow as you start to fill her ass with your cum. You keep going, you want to break her, and you will. Grabbing her other arm using them as leverage.

“FUCK FUCK!” She screams out as she starts to squirt as you rail her ass, making sure her ass will forever be able to take your cock whenever. Shooting another load into her, you finally let her go as she collapses on the bed, cum dripping from her ass. You catch your breath as you head over to your trousers.

“Dirty slut,” You say getting dressed, and walking towards the door as she starts to giggle digging her fingers into her ass spreading it more.

“Don’t you want to fill my ass more~?”

#aespa #ning yizhuo #ningning #smut #kpop smut #kpop

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nouvxllev · 5 months

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the girl across your street || p5 (FINAL)

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: You spent half of your life waiting for the right person to just step into your life and take over your heart by storm, someone who would think of you when they see a shooting star, someone who'd paint canvases of your face so the world would know who considered you greater than the Mona Lisa, someone who cherished you oh so dearly. Now, you can happily say with all your heart, you found her.

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: restating my statement on the previous chapter, this is the longest chapter of all lol

a/n: got a lovely suggestion from @ajortga (check out their stories btw, theyre amazing!) and an anon request for this part! i appreciate them and i wrote it to the best of my abilities.

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || masterlist.

'...I still got love for you

Your braids like a pattern

Love you to the moon and to Saturn

Passed down like folk songs

The love lasts so long...'

"There's my favorite actress of all time, Jenna goddamn Ortega!"

You shouted with your arms out, ready for a hug, while running over to Jenna in the freezing cold. She was clad in a puffy hoodie and comfortable jogging pants, and she had her beanie on, wrapped around her head along with her own pair of headphones, preparing for the impact of your body-crushing hug.

"Y/n, y/n! No, slow down!" she screamed before toppling down to the snowy ground along with you, your arms wrapped around hers as you laughed together in harmony.

She sat up, your body going in rhythm with hers, "You really love that line, don't you?" She chuckled before cupping your cheeks with her hands. She muttered a quiet sorry, noticing how you flinched at the cold touch.

"Hey, you've finally accomplished your goal. You deserve it, Jenna." You loved saying her name, no amount of terms of endearment could ever beat the love and devotion you had for it.

Jenna looked at you, a smile covering her face as her dimples took over and her freckles became more visible to you, a sense of hopeless romance reflected in both of your eyes before pulling you in with her hands and planting her lips against yours.

It hasn't been one day since you last kissed her and oh how you missed the taste of her lips on yours. It's like your problems melted away by her scent and the taste of her lipbalm.

Before you knew it, you and Jenna had become the IT couple of the year. It even surprised you how the world knew the both of you were dating in the first place considering how Jenna never really posts on social media about her personal life and neither do you. But with how paparazzis work and how Jennas fans work harder than the devil, you can see now why your relationship with Jenna got blasted online.

Now, the two of you were the global love team, featured in commercials, advertisements for certain brands, and even you trying a hand at acting. You occasionally made appearances as Jenna's love interest in a show, though your role was more of a background character, the audience always loved seeing you together with Jenna.

In each film you directed, Jenna was sure to be in it, and she always became the character you couldn't bear to kill off even with a gun to your head.

Jenna always assured you that it was perfectly fine if her character was killed off since she's an amazing actress who pulls all her stunts so flawlessly, but watching her act getting shot in the head, stabbed, or possibly tortured in the horror movies you were set to direct? Just right in front of you? Hell, you'd rather do that to yourself with no pay.

But of course, like Jenna always ranted to you about, the entertainment industry was ass. Jenna warned you after you guys made it official that you'll be under the spotlight for a couple months, or even years. You couldn't go outside for even a minute without seeing a paparazzi literally in the bushes with a huge goddamn camera as if you can't see them. But if that was the price to pay just for Jenna to be beside you at all times, you'd deal with it even if you'll have paparazzi surrounding your coffin soon.

"Y/n?" she said, waving her hands in front of you, as if the only thing keeping you grounded was your tight grip on her waist. "I have something to tell you."

"Yeah? Yeah, sorry, what is it?"

"I'm moving in with you."

"What?"

Damn, you were certainly not ready for that.

"If— If that's okay, of course—"

"It's always okay, it's more than okay, Jenna!" You took her hands into yours, shaking them with excitement. "When are you moving? Actually, why are you moving?"

"It's been months into our relationship, y/n. I don't like how you always drive to my apartment every day just to see me." She stood up, lifting you by your grip, "also, I'm moving next week. I still have a schedule to clean up on."

You stood up alongside her, walking backward while facing Jenna as she walked beside you. "But driving to your apartment is my favorite part of the day, Jenna."

She sighed, "Okay, you choose, driving miles to my apartment or waking up beside me?"

"Definitely the latter." You picked, way too instantly, pointing a finger at her and clicking your tongue while she laughs.

"See? It'll be fun. For the both of us." She ran beside you then took your hand, pushing her body to be against yours as you smiled under your breath. Oh, how you loved being in her presence.

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The two of you approached the front door, kicking off your shoes while Jenna placed hers gently near the entrance. You turned on the lights as you headed for the kitchen, calling out, "You want something to drink, Jenna?" while noticing Jenna was still at the doorway.

She immediately turned the corner upon hearing your voice. A small smile played on her lips as she looked over at you, one of your hands on your hips as you scanned the refrigerator for ingredients. "I'm good. Thanks, y/n."

"Make yourself at home, Jenna. Since you are moving in," you said, glancing over your shoulder. You noticed Jenna looking around your house, finding the interior and atmosphere both familiar and yet vaguely new.

"You got it fixed?" she called out after noticing the DSLR camera you always loved and adored on top of the coffee table. You had it fixed for the holidays and for Jenna, of course, considering how both of you always enjoyed making videos with it in the past. You figured it was time to revive those memories.

"Yup! I had to. Its got my treasured moments in it." You approached her. After scanning your near-empty refrigerator, you took the DSLR camera in your hands and handed it to her. "I wanted to do a Christmas special on it, this time, with you on here."

"Christmas special?" She looked up at you, smiles and all. You remained the same for her—the one who always loved making videos, even if you were too scared to post them online or just didn't have a reason to. Nonetheless, you gave your best in those videos, and it truly brought out your happiest side.

"Didn't even know that was possible. I mean, no offense, but this looked like it got run over by a bullet train." She fiddled with your camera, turning it on and scrolling through the photos and videos. She was surprised to find old videos she hadn't seen the last time she turned it on.

You chuckled at Jenna's comment. "Okay, I'll admit it was pretty busted, but I found a technician who worked wonders on it. And about the Christmas special, well, it's going to be the first video I filmed in a long while."

"Long while? You haven't filmed something in this?" She looked at you, concern filling her eyes. She always knew you were the one in the friendgroup always recording a moment, even in the past she had heard, so why stop?

You sat down with her, "Ever since you left, I haven't been able to record. Even if I did, I'd just delete it anyway. Nothing is ever perfect without you, Jenna. I didn't realize how much it meant to me until I couldn't bring myself to do it without you." Your voice dwindled down into a whisper as you took her free hand that was beside yours, gently grazing your thumb on her palm. The vulnerability in your voice was something Jenna liked about you, how you spoke your mind whenever you were with her.

"I never knew," Jenna admitted, her fingers gently intertwining with yours. "I'm sorry, y/n."

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips before you checked your phone for the time. "Okay, sappy moment over!" You immediately stood up, putting your phone in your pocket, "I have to go and buy some groceries. Wanna to come, Jenna?"

"I'll stay if it's alright." She assured you, chuckling at how fast you got over the moment so quickly.

"More than alright. I won't be long anyway." You headed for the doorway, putting on your boots and coat, your hand already on the doorknob until you heard Jenna call out your name.

"Y/n! You forgot something!" She called out, approaching you with headphones in hand.

You looked over at her, already smiling at the fact that she was more than an inch smaller when you put on your boots. "Oh, right," you said before cupping her cheeks and giving her a quick peck on the lips, completely ignoring the fact that she was already handing you your headphones.

You gave a little wave and a quick goodbye before going out and closing the door behind you.

"Your headphones—!" Jenna called out before you were already running across the street with your hands in your pockets. Honestly, she was more surprised with your ability to forget everything in your vicinity rather than how you walked so fast.

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Your voice from the camera echoed throughout your bedroom, the room where the both of you had confessed your love for each other. Jenna laid comfortably on your bed, the window opened as cold air flowed into the room, and your camera held up high by her hands. She was watching an old video you had filmed before, you and Jenna in her old home, filming a cooking video, she’d think you’d call it.

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"Weeelcome to—hey Jenna, what should we name our cooking show?" You picked the camera up from the camera as it started recording. You went over to Jenna who was already prepping the ingredients needed, even she was in get-up, an apron and all. You contemplated if you could quickly go to the store and buy a chefs hat for her.

Jenna glanced up from her task, her eyes going to the camera before going to you. "Maybe just our names together? Jenna and Y/n."

You lowered the camera a slight bit, the perspective looking a little wonky, "But Jenna, that's so boring! We need more pizzaz." You looked at Jenna who was screaming towards the kitchen and the cupboards to check where her knife went.

"Then have you got something in mind?" She sharply asked, turning her heel around, "Have you, somehow, seen my knife? I swear it was just around the sink."

"Yeah, okay, great point, I have nothing as well." You placed down the camera on the counter, using a jar of whatever behind to keep it from falling down. "Here," you said with a cheeky smile as you presented the knife as if you were kneeling before a queen, and Jenna could only give you an unimpressed look.

You helped Jenna for a hot minute before turning to the camera once again, your full body being shown and a certain someone who was outside of view "Today, we're baking cookies—Jenna, c'mere." You held your hand to Jenna who wasn't in frame.

Jenna, still holding an unimpressed expression, walked over to where you were standing, joining you as you both appeared side by side in the frame. You appeared comically taller in the camera than Jenna, making you laugh just slightly before the shorter one punched you in the gut.

"Alright, anyway, let's bake some cookies!" You clasped your hands together, and Jenna could only look at you with eyes that conveyed love and adoration, wondering how you never noticed it.

Jenna picked up the camera and whispered, a little bit too loudly into the camera, "Side note, we have little to no experience at all at baking," she said, "We have absolutely no idea what we're doing!" You screamed from the background, already mixing in the ingredients, making her laugh before yelling that you made the wrong step.

"We're winging it, Jenna! God, who knew we could be such good bakers?" You exclaimed while mixing everything up, your hand was getting tired by how you whisked everything at such random paces, but Jenna didn't mind.

Everything was going smoothly, and perfectly Jenna could say so herself before her face scrunched up in confusion when you accidentally added salt instead of sugar.

Jenna's eyes widened, her warnings to stop you were a bit too late as you had already added half of the cup into the mixture. "Wait, oh fuck, y/n, y/n! That's a whole cup of salt!" She exclaimed, throwing her body against you as she tried to grab your arm that was pouring the sugar, but it was already too late.

You paused mid-mix, staring at Jenna, then at the bowl with a horrid expression. "Shoot!" You immediately, in instincts you'd defend until your dying days, dove your hand right into the mixture, as if your hand could magically pull out the tiniest ass bits of salt grains.

Jenna with all her might, restrained herself from bursting into laughter, "Okay, that's just so wrong, you can't just—!"

"Alright, alright!" You pulled your hands from the mixture, putting them up in the air in surrender as the gooey texture of incorporated eggs, flour, milk, and whatever was in there went down from your sleeves.

"Let's just make another batch." You turned to her, "let's just make another batch," you repeated.

"Y/n, we went through 3 batches already."

A moment of silence you both had as both of you looked at the batter you two worked hard on. Before a playful fight completely outraged from the both of you when you started to hand paint Jenna's face from the batter, creating silly drawings on her face as she ran away from you armed with a spatula to fend you off.

In the end, the both of you completed your task of baking cookies while using the same batch, and, well, they turned out... nice. On the camera, they looked really nice, and they kinda even smelled good from afar.

"Annnd, it's done!" You exclaimed, and Jenna tilted the pan slightly to give the camera a preview of the cookies.

After a bit of banter from the both of you, a minute passed by, and you two were holding cookies.

"They look... edible enough to eat anyway," Jenna said, inspecting them before looking towards you with your own cookie. "Cheers?"

"Cheers!" you echoed, holding up your cookie to Jenna's in a mock toast. The camera captured the moment as both of you took a bite simultaneously. And how your faces contorted into disgust.

"Y/n, just take it out, even I can't swallow this."

"Okay, good choice, oh god—!"

The last thing the camera recorded before it fell was you and Jenna quickly spitting out the bites into a nearby trash can and rushing over to the sink, pushing each other as you tried to turn the faucet on and rinse off the disgusting taste you both had in your mouth.

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Jenna laughed heartily as she scrolled through the numerous videos you both had filmed over the past months with the camera in her hand. She couldn't believe that your entire bond had been created over this camera—how you wanted to become a director and how she wanted to become an actress. It was surprising how well the both of you fit with each other, down to your interests.

She kept watching the videos you had filmed for the both of you. Jenna even went out of her way to roam around your room, looking for memory cards to see what other videos you both had done. That was until she opened a certain drawer in your table lamp, tucked away all the way to the end. She couldn't have spotted it if she hadn't opened it all the way.

Handwritten notes, letters, wilted flowers, keychains, an abundance of printed polaroid photos, and photos in general that you had kept, intending to give them to Jenna. These mementos had been tucked away in this drawer for months on end.

She didn't want to pry, but a part of her was drawn to the crumpled letter that stood out among the rest. When she opened it, it had pen scribbles and stains from what she assumed were tears.

The letter read,

To my Jenna To my dearest To Jenna

To the girl across my street, (9/27/2020)

You shouldn’t be the one I should be writing a love letter to at 1 in the morning, even if I know in my bones I’ll be writing letters for you until I rest for eternity. You shouldn’t be the one that keeps me up at night wondering if you’ll ever come back until now. You shouldn’t be the one that I subject my undying love to, the love that I kept reserved all these years, and yet you arrive and suddenly, all of it is yours. You shouldn’t be the one for me at all. But you are, and I hate that you’re everything I want in my life. I shouldn’t be mad at you Jenna. In fact, I love you. I love you so much, it hurts as I write this. I love you so much, I can’t look at myself anymore wondering what I would’ve done to keep you moving away from my life. Ever since I saw you, I felt like nothing in my life mattered more than being with you, even if I knew that was impossible. Well, until you suddenly picked me up after a horrible fall. I knew from everyone in my town that you were the most private person, you never opened up to them even if they always kept coming to your doorstep with leftovers from their family dinner. You told me that it was a bit overwhelming, seeing your fridge pile up everyday with everybody’s leftovers, you even got a lollipop from a kid. From our conversations, it was those random moments you told me from your life that I cherished the most, even if it was just something you remembered out of the blue. I fell mad in love with you, head over heels. No one would know falling in love with a great force other than me with you. I realized that when you invited me to your family's house for Christmas after you found out about the relationship I had with my parents, since then, I knew the love I had for you was soon going to drown me until my heart was filled with your name.

The way your family welcomed me with open arms as if I was someone, finally someone a part of something, I couldn’t bear to walk away anymore. The way you had introduced me to your siblings and cousins with a smile that I could only mistake for as a star, the way you had made me a part of your family, the way you made your family love me the way they loved you. I hate it, Jenna. I hate how your eyes brought revelry upon those who are grieving, how your touch brought forth the saints buried in the hearts of sinners, how your laugh would make every great poet struggle to illustrate the sound of your voice, how your soul brings every angel and saint to shame. I hate how you made me so happy, how you made the happiest side of me shine. I hate how I hate none of these things at all. I love everything about you, I can’t just pretend like I don’t. I love you, Jenna. I love you with all of my heart, each bone in my body yearns for yours, your very being became the muse of every thought, my soul is eternally yours forever, why did I let it be that way? And why until now, It’s still yours to keep? To rip apart? Yours to silently remind you that there’s someone out there who had their heart programmed to beat for you, and for only you. The day you left, I only realized how you were so important to me. It’s maddening how that was the first thought came to mind, how I fell so in love with your soul I completely forgot how you left me in pieces. How you didn’t text me, how you didn’t call me, how you didn’t even do the bare minimum as knocking on my door or maybe leaving a note to say you were leaving entirely. It’s been exactly a year since you left, and I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since. A part of you still stayed with me, or maybe I just looked for you everywhere, hoping one day you’d appear beside me like nothing ever happened and grace me once again with that smile of yours that would last me a lifetime. Everything reminds me of you, Jenna. Every place, every home, every street, every film, every note that I hear from a song you’d used to sing to me with your stupid guitar you always wanted to master but never got the chance to. I’m in love with you, Jenna. I’m so in love with you to the point I can’t say it to your face. I’m yours forever more, and I hate that I am.

From, y/n. Happy Birthday, Jenna.

I wished I confessed to you more earlier.

"Jenna! Jenna!" A voice she loved, loved now more than anything, quickly pulled her out of her thoughts, banging against her own door. She pulled herself up from your bed, running towards the door in a hurry while holding the letter in her hands.

Jenna unlocked the door to see you. The love of her life, someone who wrote thousands of letters for her every day since she left, someone who had the stupidest idea to spend every inch of her savings to go buy her the headphones she always wished to own, someone who was now standing in the freezing cold.

"Jenna— Oh, Jenna, I forgot my headphones, and—and it was freezing like shit. God, I never knew there was a snowstorm coming in. I'm sorry I took so long I—"

You were cut off mid-sentence by her, who pulled you by your collar into a passionate kiss. The warmth of your house, the warmth of Jenna's body against yours, the warmth of her lips that brought every inch of your body to heaven was everything you needed to calm down. If only you had paused for a minute to take a glance at Jenna when you were rambling, you could only see her eyes in a lovesick gaze for you, you could see how much she loved you, you could see how she was everything you perceived her to be.

"Y/n," Jenna whispered, her voice a soft melody that resonated in the quiet room as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

You smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Jenna's ear. "What… What was that for?"

"I love you," she whispered under her breath. "I love you," she added, one more time, as if you were going to disappear if she didn't.

"I love you too, Jenna. What's going on?"

"I just—I just love you so much, y/n. I always said I love you, but never added so much or expressed how much I loved you." Jenna was always straightforward when it came to talking. It was her nature, her style of sentence, how she spoke aloud, the quiet confidence she had whenever she spoke to someone; it was one of the characteristics she had that made you fall in love with her. But now, she couldn't express herself in the way she wanted to. She did, but it only fell short. The amount of love she had for you was something she could never express properly, even with a dictionary in her hands, it couldn't be possible.

It only took you a minute before figuring what had happened.

"You... you read the letter?"

"Yes—Yes, I read the letter, y/n. All of it."

"Well, what'd you think?" You almost thought that you had discarded the letters you wrote for her, but you kept the most important one of all.

She pulled you into a soul-crushing hug, "I love you. I'm sorry, I just love, love, love, you, y/n. I'm sorry if I'm not enough for you."

"Jenna," you whispered, gently pulling back to look into her eyes, "You don't know how much you're more than enough for me. You don't know how much your smile just means everything to me, good or bad, and your love is everything I've ever wanted. I wouldn't have it any other way."

Jenna's gaze softened, and a relieved smile played on her lips. "I'm just afraid that my love might fall short, you know? That I couldn't express it the way you do."

You cupped her face, your thumb gently grazing her skin, admiring her freckles. "Your love is perfect, Jenna, it's yours. I don't need grand gestures or expressions to make me feel happy. I just need you—your love, your presence, and everything that makes you who you are. Just, please, don't change that just for me—or for anyone."

The both of you kissed, the middle of the night while the orange light coming off from the kitchen flickered. A kiss, you knew, lasted only for a second. Or maybe even a few seconds, but this kiss lingered like a memory that lasted forever, a picture that was photographed and kept in a sealed case, stars that die but explode into a gorgeous nebula, a kiss that's worth for a thousand lifetimes.

Afterward, both of you watched the videos that you had filmed whenever and wherever. Jenna noted your habit of bringing the DSLR everywhere, capturing snippets of your private life where she wasn't in the frame. However, you quickly threw the camera against the headboard when she came across the holy grail of you trying out some skateboard tricks, where you horribly fell and got various scars on your leg.

In that moment, both of you probably knew you were going to stay with each other no matter what happened, or what challenges you faced. The way you both kissed then, in the doorway, was the most romantic kiss you had shared in your entire life. Probably not the most ideal of spots to decide to marry someone, but then again, who was the insane one who dated the girl across her street?

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Invisible string.

That was the saying for those who believe there's a string of fate binding people who were destined to be together, or for anyone who was in love for that matter. It's a sweet thing, you can say, considering how you're one of the people who truly believed in it. You spent half of your life waiting for the right person to just step into your life and take over your heart by storm, someone who would think of you when they see a shooting star, someone who'd paint canvases of your face so the world would know who considered you greater than the Mona Lisa, someone who cherished you oh so dearly. Now, you can happily say with all your heart, you found her.

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a/n: aaahhh this series has come to a close, thank you for all the love and support! now i can finally do another series with JO's characters or maybe just oneshots. (i have a fuck ton of drafts.)

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #jenna marie ortega

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#SNOW [Gojo Satoru]

SUMMARY: You and your best friend have a snowball fight and it somehow leads into the two of you confessing.

—C.W: best friend! Gojo Satoru x female reader , fluff , not proofread!

—WORD COUNT: 1.4k

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It was a typical day at Jujutsu High, but this time, a gentle snowfall transformed the campus into a serene winter wonderland.

Large, fluffy snowflakes drifted from the sky, covering the landscape in a pristine white blanket. The trees wore delicate frosted branches, and the pathways were lined with a soft layer of untouched snow.

You stepped outside, you were greeted by the sight of Gojo Satoru, your best friend and a fellow student, building a snowman near the courtyard. His fingers moved deftly, packing snow into a solid foundation for his snowy creation. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, but instead of going over to greet him, you decided to add a little playful twist to the snowy atmosphere.

Quietly, you gathered some snow in your gloved hands, forming it into a perfect snowball. Your mischievous intent was to take him by surprise. You crouched down behind a nearby snow-covered bush, getting ready to throw your snowball at Gojo. With a swift, motion, you hurled the snowball in his direction. It hit his shoulder with a soft thud, scattering flakes all around him.

Gojo's shoulders jolted as the snowball struck him, and he spun around, a look of surprise mixed with anger on his face. His eyes locked onto yours, and he grinned when he saw that it was you who threw the snowball at him. "You think you can just hit me with a snowball and get away with it, y/n?"

Without waiting for your response, he quickly scooped up some snow and started forming a snowball of his own. With a smirk, he launched it your way. The cold missile sailed through the air, narrowly missing you as you dodged to the side.

As you continued your snowball fight with Gojo, you couldn't help but notice that he was using his Infinity, to shield himself from your snowballs.

With a playful pout, you called out, "Gojo, that's not fair! Don't use Infinity; let's keep it fair."

He smirked,"Fair? Where's the fun in that, Y/n? Besides, you're doing great. Keep 'em coming!"

He ran up to you, quickly grabbing handfuls of snow and shoving it inside your jacket and hoodie. The freezing snow made direct contact with your skin, causing an icy shock to run down your spine.

You yelped and shivered, feeling the cold snow against your bare skin. Gojo burst into laughter, thoroughly enjoying the reaction he'd caused.

„Cut it out! What if I get a cold.“ you replied, trying to shake the snow out of your clothes.

Gojo wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder. "Don't worry, you're too slow to catch a cold," he teased, pushing you into the snow with a playful smile.

You both tumbled into the snow, sharing a laughter-filled moment.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and took a moment to admire him. His laughter was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile. His eyes remained closed while his laughter filled the crisp winter air, and a rosy flush colored his cheeks. It was a sight that made your heart race with an inexplicable excitement.

You brushed away the delicate snowflakes from his white hair, revealing the skin beneath. Your fingers lightly traced down his forehead, and you couldn't resist teasing, "Wow, Satoru, your face is all red. Did you catch a cold?"

He opened his eyes, looking into yours, and replied with a mischievous grin, "No way!"

You smiled back at him, enjoying the playful banter. The snowflakes danced around you like a million shimmering stars in the night sky, making the moment feel even more enchanting. As you exchanged playful banter, your smiles illuminated the snowy landscape, adding warmth to the wintry scene. The serene beauty of the snowfall around you created a magical ambiance, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped.

"Your eyes are pretty, you know that?" Gojo spoke, his eyes gleaming

Gojo's words made your heart flutter, and his shimmering eyes held a depth that left you mesmerized.

You laughed, "Says the person with the most gorgeous eyes in the whole world."

„Well thank you.“ he replied, turning to the sky. Gojo continued to lay beside you, and you couldn't help but admire the beauty of his profile against the snowy backdrop. This moment in the snow had a captivating quality that made you feel like you were in a winter fairy tale.

As you lay side by side, the snow-covered ground beneath you felt cold, but the warmth of your connection with Gojo was enough to keep you comfortable. The snowflakes continued to fall gently, adding a sense of serenity to the atmosphere.

You both remained silent for a while, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company and the beauty of the snow-covered landscape. The world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.

Finally, Gojo broke the silence, turning his gaze back to you. "You know, I've always enjoyed spending time with you, especially on days like this."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you met his gaze with a fond smile. "I feel the same way, Satoru. It's moments like these that make everything seem perfect."

As you locked eyes with him, the weight of unspoken feelings hung in the air. It was a beautiful winter day, and perhaps the perfect moment to share what had been on your minds for a while.

Gojo's expression softened as he reached out and gently brushed a snowflake from your cheek. "You're right, this day is perfect. You know, I've been wanting to tell you something for a while."

Your heart raced, and you swallowed nervously. "What is it, Satoru?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "Y/n, I... I care about you a lot. More than I've cared about anyone in a long time. And, well, I think I m-might be in love with you."

The world around you seemed to stand still as his words hung in the air. A mix of emotions swirled inside you, but the overwhelming feeling was one of joy and relief. You'd been harboring the same feelings for Gojo for a while but had been too afraid to confess.

Finally, you mustered the courage to speak, your voice trembling slightly. "Satoru, I l-love you too.. I have for a long time."

He reached out and gently took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. "I'm glad to hear that, Y/n. I've wanted to be more than just friends with you for a long time, but I was scared of ruining our friendship."

A sense of relief washed over you as you realized your feelings were mutual. "I was afraid of the same thing. But now that we've said it, I feel like a weight has been lifted."

Gojo leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft and tender kiss, as if sealing the unspoken connection that had been between you for so long. The snow continued to fall around you, but in that moment, the only world that mattered was the one you shared with him.

The kiss deepened, and the world around you seemed to fade away. It was as if the two of you were in your own snow-covered paradise, where nothing else mattered. The gentle caress of his lips against yours sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer.

Your heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as Gojo's hands moved to cup your face. He broke the kiss, but his eyes never left yours. "Y/n- I want you to be mine.. I want us to be together forever.."

Your voice quivered with emotion as you replied, "Satoru..I want to be with you, too."

He smiled, a brilliant, joyful expression that made your heart soar.

The scolding from Yaga, their teacher, was hardly a surprise, given the reckless snowball fight they had engaged in. As they sat in the infirmary, Y/n couldn't help but glance at Gojo and giggle, earning a playful groan from him in response.

The effects of their snowball fight adventure had caught up with them. They both sported red noses, and their eyes were a little watery. Gojo's signature grin was replaced by a frown as he grumbled, "Who told you it was a good idea to go outside and get sick?"

Y/n, with a weak smile, replied, "I seem to recall someone being just as eager to throw snowballs."

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