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fumekara · 2 days

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hi! 💟

Is it okay to request if you could write angst/fluff story where satosugu tries to convince the reader that they don't have to be tough and independent; they can depend on the boys 🥺💟

SHELL

SatoSugu x Gn reader

Plot: You could not understand what they found so special about you and this led you to exclude yourself from the relationship with the strongest jujutsu sorcerers.

n/a: English is not my first language.

I would like to emphasize that I wrote this fic inspired by a personal experience gained in my struggle with personal insecurity with which I am going through a course of therapy to learn to love myself and the choices I make more. By this I do not mean to justify the choices the reader makes, I have tried to meet the needs of this request as best I can, but I would like to emphasize that the reader is not taking actions related to shyness, but to real episodes of depression related to low self-esteem.

I would like to conclude this introduction by saying that if you find yourself in an emotionally difficult situation and feel that you have mental health problems, do not close yourself off, but have the courage to ask for help from the people around you. Don't be afraid to show weakness in front of others, go to therapy and don't suffer alone, ask for help and accept help from others ❤.

I hope you enjoy this fic.

Tw: Angst, the reader has low self-esteem, hints of depression, comfort, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff

WC: 3K

They had noticed that you were behaving strangely. Your attitude towards them had changed and even though you repeatedly denied it and repeatedly reassured them that everything was fine, they realized that there was something wrong with you.

It was as if something had drained your light and before long you started going to them less and less, avoiding confrontation.

They knew that your relationship was something you still had to get used to completely, they always tried not to force it so as not to frighten you. They never took lightly the difficulty you have in offering your trust to others, they understood this and were always patient with you.

However, something was wrong.

Lately you were more distant than usual, not only physically, but also emotionally. At the beginning of the relationship you were, yes, a little cautious. Like a traveler who has to consider which route to take on a journey for which he is not prepared and which could prove stormy. With time, however, you began to open up more and more with Gojo and Geto. You were never used to relationships, but there was something about them that made something new arise in you, a physical and emotional connection that you had never experienced before with anyone else. You came out of your shell and in return found a deep connection that made you happy.

Yet, for some reason, the two men were sure that you were returning to your previous state, in which you were completely closed in on yourself.

The suspicions had begun a couple of weeks earlier.

One evening you had come home from work later than usual, Gojo and Geto had stayed home because they had the day off and had become suspicious when you did not return at the usual time. Geto had tried to call you to make sure everything was OK and that nothing had happened. He was always the most considerate of the trio, so he felt a little worried when you didn't answer his call. Gojo had taken it lightly at first and hadn't paid any attention, he had reassured his lover by telling him that you had probably stopped somewhere to run an errand and had left the phone on silent mode.

However, as the hours passed, he too began to worry: you still hadn't come home for dinner and hadn't answered the other five calls you had made. The anxiety increased when they realized that it was starting to rain outside and that you had not answered the sixth call.

At that point both men began to panic. It was not like you to arrive late without notifying them and not answer their calls for so long. Had it not been for your arrival a few minutes later, they would surely have gone out to look for you or called your colleagues to find out where you were.

You were drenched and exhausted, Geto and Suguru were under the impression that you had spent the last few hours running in the rain.

You had justified yourself to them by saying that you had missed the train you were taking home and since they had canceled the next one, you had decided to walk home and could not call or answer their calls because your mobile phone was dead.

Another time Geto had seen you crying in your room after you had reassured him for the umpteenth time that everything was fine at work. There he realized that you did not want to be seen as weak in front of them or anyone else and that made him feel guilty. Some time later he mentioned this to Satoru, who told him that days before he had noticed that whenever they asked you how you were doing when they were worried about you, you always replied the same way: 'I'm fine', 'I can manage on my own', 'Don't worry about me', and by then it seemed to have become a nursery rhyme that they no longer believed, and neither did you really.

You too realized that you had changed and you knew that at any moment Satoru and Suguru would also notice. After all, you are aware that they love you madly and would put your priorities above theirs at any time. And even though you did your best to be inconspicuous with your growing discomfort over the past few weeks, you realized that they were really worried about you and were doing everything they could to figure out what had happened or what they had done to make you feel so sad and challenged to open up to them again.

But nothing happened.

Nothing happened to make you doubt their love for you or change your mind about the romantic relationship you had entered into with them. You love and adore them just as much as they love you. You are happy with your dynamic and how you have managed to feel so comfortable with them since you got together. They never did anything to make you feel like you were too much or did not deserve their love.

But you felt it and it was your fault.

Another thing Gojo and Geto were aware of was that the armor you had built for yourself all your life was largely due to your insecurity about yourself.

Lately, you started to feel like you were too dependent on them in your relationship and not because they made you think so, but it was you who thought so. For some reason, your mind started to bring out your deepest insecurities and you started to believe that you were out of Gojo and Geto's reach and that they were making a mistake in getting involved with you.

Even though you knew they loved you, part of you feared that those thoughts you had tried to repress for years were partly true.

Gojo and Geto, the most skilled and strongest sorcerers in jujutsu, with a reputation that precedes them and a line of people willing to give a kidney to be in your place and have a chance with them. And then there's you, who still couldn't understand what they see in you.

‘How long will it be before they realize how insignificant you are compared to them?’

‘What will happen when they tire of your weakness?’

‘What will you do when they realize that you are not important to them?’

That time you came home late from work because you said you had missed your train and you didn't answer your calls because your mobile phone was dead wasn't true.

I mean, yes, you had missed the train, but your mobile phone was charged.

That day, the negative thoughts were stronger than usual and the idea of calling Satoru and Suguru to pick you up from work just to avoid having to walk home made you feel so needy and you feared that they would think you had to completely depend on them for even the smallest things. So that night you tried to ignore their calls on the way home and suppressed the urge to answer them. You knew they were probably worrying about you, but you had to pretend your mobile phone was dead, otherwise they would be suspicious that you hadn't called them.

However, even if you had done it in good faith, that gesture had only made you feel more selfish because you had made them worry unnecessarily and from that day on you had decided to be more independent and autonomous.

As long as they have known you, they have known that you never feel enough in everything you do and they have promised to do anything and everything to make you realize that all those thoughts that make you feel wrong and unfit are actually a bunch of bullshit.

They have always tried to show you their love by making you feel accepted as if you were enough for them. Because you were not just enough for them.

You were more than enough for them.

From the first moment they realized they had fallen in love with you, they knew you were the missing piece to make their life complete. That is why they asked you to join them in their relationship and you made them so happy when you accepted. They felt so lucky to have you in their lives, that's why they never stopped making you believe otherwise.

And now they felt guilty that you were doing everything to hide your true emotions, they realized that you felt like a burden.

That is why, after much discussion, they decided to corner you and confront you once and for all. They wanted to understand what was making you feel so bad, because the thought of you having to go through this alone made them feel sick at the very thought.

At that moment you were in your shared bedroom, sitting on the bed while folding the clothes you had taken out of the dryer a short time before, and the two wizards had decided that this quiet moment was the best to talk to each other about what had happened.

The first to enter was Suguru, who with his usual calm demeanor approached you thinking about what to say. When you became aware of his presence, you greeted him with a slight smile as you folded one of your shirts.

"Hey, babe."

"Hey, love," he murmured as he sat down next to you in a corner of the bed not occupied by the various piles of clothes, "do you need a hand?"

"No, I'm fine," you replied.

Suguru took a shirt from the basket of clean clothes and joined you in folding.

"Sugu, no need, I can do it," you told him, noticing that he ignored your reply.

"No problem, I like to help you," he told you as he folded with his usual sweet expression.

You nod and continue doing what you are doing. At that moment Gojo came in, who had wanted to wait a moment before joining you, so as not to arouse your suspicions.

He joined you in the room and, as if feeling excluded by the fact that you had folded your clothes without him, he got down on his knees in front of you, slowly hooking his long arms around your waist and resting his head in your lap, grunting in his usual way when he wanted to be cuddled. His actions made you emit a soft laugh through your nose, the fact that he was so hungry for touch made your heart warm each time and as a response you paused to brush your hand over his thick white locks.

You enjoy these moments with them which, given the circumstances, seem to be increasingly rare. However, you have the feeling that the fact that they both came to you at that moment is no coincidence.

Without lifting his head from your lap and opening his eyes slightly, it was Gojo who spoke first: 'There's something we need to talk about, Y/N.

You raised your eyebrows and turned to both of them staring at you, noticing that you were beginning to worry.

"What is it about?" you asked, hiding your skepticism.

Satoru had moved away from you leaving your hands free which Geto took between his own to instantly reassure you. "Y/N, Satoru and I have noticed that you've been a bit distant lately," he said, stroking your hands with his thumbs.

“We're really worried about you,” said the white-haired sorcerer, putting his hands on your knees. “You're not talking to us like you used to.”

“Like I used to?” you asked trying not to let the panic show in your voice “But guys I'm fine, there's nothing-”

“No, you're not fine,” Suguru interrupted you, and you watched as he approached you further bringing your hands to his mouth kissing them in apology.

“Y/N, you haven't told us how you really feel for weeks, we can see it,” he continued “When we ask how you are you say you are fine, but then we see you with a dull face crying and suffering in silence. You don't tell us the truth.”

Satoru sat by your side and put his hand on your back “That time you came home late and we worried we saw you had your phone charged, why didn't you call us?, you were angry with us” as he spoke you brought a hand to your face because you felt tears moistening your eyes.

“Y/N if we did something wrong tell us,” Gojo rippled as he rubbed your back very thoughtfully, there was not an ounce of irony in his voice, which was rare for him, but which showed that he really cared about you and was willing to take this situation as seriously as possible. “We love you and don't want you to go through this alone,” he replied, causing Suguru to nod.

At that point the tears began to come out without you being able to realize it. You put your hands in front of your face pulling up with your nose.

“My love, oh no,” Suguru said mortified as he took you in his arms and wrapped his strong arms around you making you sink your head into his broad chest while Satoru planted a series of kisses on your head.

They waited patiently for you to vent before letting you speak, your eyes red and swollen from the crying that had accumulated over the past few weeks and that they wished you had pulled out of so much. At that moment you felt so stupid about how you had behaved. You hoped that your behavior would lead them to not care and not worry about you, when in fact you had achieved the opposite result. You felt so bad for making them worry, and now you were crying in the knowledge that you had made them feel like the cause of your ills for weeks.

“It's just” you paused, “it's just that I don't want to be a bother, that's all.”

At your confession they were stunned and for a moment looked at each other with the same frowning and puzzled expression, but decided to let you continue.

I don't want you to think that I depend too much on you. I fear that sooner or later you will realize how weak I am compared to you. The words came out of your mouth interrupted by your sobs and the tears that streaked your cheeks. ‘That time I didn't come home I thought I would annoy you if I asked you to pick me up and I know it sounds stupid, but I don't want you to think I'm annoying or a burden.

“That's not possible Y/N” said Gojo, replying immediately ‘you are not and never will be a burden to us’.

“What made you think of all this?” asked Geto, lifting your chin and wiping away a tear with his thumb and looking straight into your eyes, deep and black , you glimpsed a picture of genuine love.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but I still don't understand what you see in me, I'm not comparable to you..." Your words were interrupted when suddenly the man in front of you attached his lips to yours, preventing you from finishing that sentence that they found ridiculous. It was a firm and violent kiss, but one that hinted at all the love he was feeling for you.

He pulled away from you leaving you open-mouthed and with your eyes completely wide with astonishment and stared at you with a serious look almost as if he were furious: "Don't ever say that again Y/N’"

At that point he took your face between his large calloused hands and softened his gaze without breaking eye contact with you ‘You mustn't say those things about yourself, they aren't true and you mustn't believe them. Satoru and I are so happy to have you in our lives and we would like no one else but you, no one.’

Satoru turned his head away from you gently pushing Suguru's hands away from your face and forcing me to look at him "You are wonderful, we are completely in love with you’, they both hugged you again wrapping their limbs around you ‘We love you, we adore you, we are completely crazy about you and I can't get enough of you".

Suguru continued: "You are such a caring and kind person, you are a genuinely good soul, Satoru and I don't know what we did to deserve you and we would never, ever want you to think otherwise. And it's not just us who think that, Y/N."

"You must realize how much you are loved," Satoru replied. "You are not what you think you are, you are so much more. I wish you could see yourself as we see you" he broke away for a moment to kiss first your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips in a chaste, warm kiss.

You were trapped between the two men for you don't know how long, but you didn't care, in that moment you couldn't stop crying. You could not believe their words and all the dictionaries in the world would not be enough to give a definition to the pure love you felt for them. For the first time in weeks you would let your emotions and pain come out of its shell and this time you would let them, the people you loved, absorb your pain, which they were willing to do and would do from now on.

For the first time in weeks you felt part of something again.

"Satoru and I think that maybe going to a therapist might help you" Suguru said into your hair, "It helped us when we went through not difficult times, it might help you. Don't feel obligated, we just think it would be good for you if-"

"You are right" you interrupted him.

It was time to turn one's life around.

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yuujispinkhair · 3 days

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not gonna lie, but was thinking about hybrid leo sukuna x reader x hybrid snow leopard satoru fighting for y/n attention. all for them to lose when hybrid tiger yuuji arrived to literally kidnap or steal y/n away from the two cocky and arrogant madmen.

PLEASE I LOVE THIS!!!

Tiger Hybrid Yuuji hears the sounds of a fight and rushes in its direction, always the hero, always looking out for the little cubs of his small tiger community. Only to find that it's not one of the little ones getting into trouble but a human who Yuuji doesn't know.

His tail swishes angrily from side to side and his claws come out as he sees you standing a few feet away from the fight between the two strongest and most arrogant big cat Hybrids Yuuji knows.

He is ok with them attacking each other, but he isn't ok with seeing the shocked expression on that innocent human's face. Yuuji is sure you are in danger.

He is hissing, and every muscle in his big, broad body is posed for a fight. But Yuuji's top priority is to get you away from those two madmen. And so he runs toward you, grabs you while muttering an apology as you squeal, and leaves with you as quickly as he came.

You try to wiggle out of his grasp, trying to explain that you weren't in danger and that it was some kind of idiotic mating ritual. But Tiger Hybrid Yuuji is having none of it. His instincts scream at him, saying that you are in danger and that he has to protect you.

"Please stop struggling. You are safe with me."

He growls before his teeth close warningly around your neck, making sure you stop moving, and let him carry you far away from Sukuna and Gojo.

Finally, you give up and sigh as you slump against Tiger Hybrid Yuuji's broad chest, looking up at his beautiful, scarred face and those warm golden eyes that watch you worriedly.

A small smile plays around your lips. You can see Yuuji is genuinely just trying to protect you. He didn't rush to the fight for selfish reasons, like wanting to claim you for himself. He truly came to save you, like a knight in shining armor, only that his armor are sharp claws and buff muscles and a soft, fluffy tiger tail that wraps protectively around you while Yuuji carries you away from the two idiots, who didn't even realize yet that the one they are fighting over isn't watching them anymore.

#tw hybrids #yuuji x reader #yuuji fluff

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kizoken · 3 days

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cw: whiney satoru, hate sex from your end, afab!reader, mdni, hand job, sub!satoru.

⤷masterlist

⇢ ˗ˏˋthis became hella long for some reason, its like 1k words 👩‍🔬

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗫-𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗?; is what you typed in the search bar on your laptop. your eye began to twitch in the midst of scrolling down to find the answers to your predicament.

each and every 'answer' google gave you are: legal or psychological advice, which was the last road you wanted to ride on. satoru was... harmless, to you at least. he was just hurt. and needed to cling to a safe space. however, you were not that safe space anymore.

'hi sweet!'

'how's ur night?'

'i miss u'

'like a lot'

'i think i left some stuff at your apartment,,, may i come for them?'

and so on, the myriad of texts jingles through your laptops' notifications. a month and a half, you had broken up with satoru gojo a month and a half ago. and he somehow always forgets things he left in your apartment and texts you how you are, how your studies are going, or sending you drunken audios telling you how much he misses you. even escalating to tell mutual friends how much he loves you and desperately wants you back.

any other man would have ruined your life by now, but satoru's devotion to you was unshakeable. it was you, you, you, you, you, you, you. you plagued his mind every second of the day. he told you this in one of the countless nights he found comfort inside you. he would never hurt you. you were sure of that.

he was just a little obsessive, that's all. in the end you felt terrible, for him, and for yourself.

'tomorrow afternoon, come.'

'stop bothering.'

you were not a fan of being mean to your ex, though being this direct might steer him to lower his intensity. even though if you found it somewhat cute.

'alright see ya >w<'

a giggle rose from you as you watched the last message he sent for the day. you slammed your computer shut at the thought of your ex being somewhat cute by his way of texting.

he is not. he is suffocating, that's what he is. that is why you broke up with him in the first place. the pound of your head on your pillow reprimanded you into logic. and now, he was going to be at your apartment tomorrow. whatever the near future held, you soothed yourself to sleep.

"hi sweet!" satoru poorly hid his smile behind a single tulip flower unlike his eyes which were always hidden behind his round sunglasses.

in contrast, you kept your words to yourself, only gesturing the man to step inside to look for his belongings. as he should. satoru eagerly made his way inside and gave you the flower, you had not even a smile to offer him as you coursed yourself to throw the plant on the garbage bin.

"awwe sweet, why must you hurt me so."

"you're here for one thing, and one thing only," his pout was swiftly erased while hearing your words with no emotion, "get your stuff quickly."

"y-yeah, you're right." he then disappear from your line of view and you can finally puff out the air you have been holding.

'how in the world did he manage to look so good even after all this time?'

it was the circling question that kept you in a choke hold. in your mind, he should look like a mess. you wanted him to be. although everything is in the details; his hair inched further down his former clean-cut frame and some stubble began to peak out from his smooth face. his buttoned-up shirt had wrinkles here and there but, it made the angelic, almost god like man, to look normal. even daring to say in the brink of a pathetic look.

you took a moment to sit down on your living room couch and collect yourself. the thought of him a complete and utterly obvious mess stirred some found emotions inside you. and grew at concerning rates while thinking about it.

"all done. sorry for bothering you." he showed his pearly teeth with a cheeky smile while telling you such bold-faced lie, "so..."

he trailed closer to where you sat, "i guess i won't be seeing you in a while-"

the box you had prepared for him to place his thing in, tilted as one of his hands reached to settle on the back of his neck, "shit!"

gojo cursed as he saw one of his signed baseball balls fall onto the ground and roll under your grey couch, "i'll get that."

swiftly he ducked on his hands and knees to look for his precious item under your furniture. however, his position made your eye tick and scratch that part of your brain that made you have this disdain and attraction towards your ex.

his tucked shirt skid upwards, revealing your ex's smooth milky skin and back dimples. you did not recall ever seeing his body divots. were you so blind as to not pay well and good attention to someone who you're supposed to like?

somewhat and somehow your fingertips began to trace along his dimples and spine, sending shivers all along his now stiffened body, "oh, uh-shit...sorry."

you shifted your weight away from gojo, as you avoided sight of him, quite flustered, "i-i really didn't know what i was doing."

gojo had taken the ball in a rush and straightened himself. his back facing you while settling his belonging on the box, "no, please... keep going."

"what?" you finally settled your vision on him, fidgeting and obviously anxious. however, he reached for the hand that caressed his back.

"keep touching me... please."

"so this is what you wanted huh?" the pitchiness in your voice lowered. was he planning to lure you in once more? to his unforgiving hands? to your utmost disdain and misfortune, he was winning you. just like he wanted.

"i knew you were pathetic. but begging for my touch? bending over? you really hit rock bottom, huh?" you inched closer to whisper near his face. his silver hair had the scented fragrance of strawberries, which lured you in further to his body.

melodies of pleasure seeped from deep within satoru through his fine lips. the graze of your fingertips alone made him tread the fine line of his sanity. a bubbling feeling of distaste overcame you, with him and especially yourself. because it was ridiculous of you to feel this way due to him being under your ultimate control.

now your hands traversed through his toned abdomen, from his clothed nipples down to where his bellybutton is supposed to be, "should i go lower?"

the stiff tent in his pants was prevalent and seemed painful enough. and along with your melt worthy touches, satoru could only nod and nudge his face near yours.

as he desired, you unzipped his pants. not only was the bulge ever present, but a wet spot dampened the soft fabric of his underwear. and with zero hesitation you let his dick free out of its confinement, only to find the sweet, pleasurable relief of your touch as you began to stroke along his base.

"more, s-sweet, mmhhm, more~"

a low laugh emerged from you, marveling in awe and repulse at his pleadings, "spit on your cock and i'll go faster satoru."

from your lidded eyes you see the string of drool leave his lips and land at the tip of his cock. with your thumb you began to coat around it, sticky with his own drool and precum, the white-haired man could only grip at your thighs in ecstasy. his praise fueled word echoes through your mind, rendering you to pump around his length faster and occasionally palm his balls.

at this point satoru, a carefree man to most, was under you mumbling in a lovestruck trance. chained to your presence alone, and you thought how fun it would be to just let him cum with just your words.

the moment you stopped giving attention to his length, your ex desperately reached for your sticky hands, trying to make you go further and for him to find that sweet release with your guidance.

"cum right now or i won't let you fuck me in the couch right after this." you commanded, and not long after strings of heavy cum sprinted towards your living room table and the box of satoru's belongings, "shit. now that impressive."

his head laid limp on your shoulder. his dick twitching happily, "c'mon." you taped his arm.

his sky eyes were blown out from his release, however he looked quite puzzled.

"i'm fulfilling my end of the promise..." the t-shirt you had on flew somewhere else in the room, leaving you bare chested. satoru now more composed than before, began to fiddle around with the fabric of the couch. it seemed like he wished to convey his thoughts to you, though you were the one to encourage him to speak.

"what... are you gonna make me kick you in the balls now?"

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arcanarix · 3 days

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Prompt: Gojo X Fem!Reader, orgasm denial, bondage (kinda?), blindfolds.

Gojo may have a little bit of a . . . fixation.

Specifically with placing you in positions and opportunities for him to be obscenely cruel (somehow in the best way possible).

He likes to use his headband to cover your eyes while he’s hard at work. After all, a little sensory deprivation does get him off, for some reason. He loves that you can’t see or expect what he’s doing. It’s all part of the thrill. You hate being left in the dark, too, which seems to get him really going.

It’s absolutely cruel. He’s absolutely cruel, that Satoru.

You feel some nips at between your thighs and you jump in your spot. Your hands are suspended above your head as he pries your legs apart, getting a good view of your–likely soaked–cunt. Ugh, it’s embarrassing that you twitch, even with how used to his antics you are by now.

“Stop making me wait,” you growl, and Gojo clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“Brat. What did we talk about here?”

“What? I can’t help it! I hate suspense! It’s nerve-racking!”

“That’s the idea, my love,” he purrs, as his breath fans against your clit, you feel your feet cross over each other but he prevents that from happening.

“If you don’t fucking do something, I’ll yank these chains and ride you ‘til you can’t come anymore.”

“That’s a threat?” Gojo seems amused. You curse yourself.

“Goddammit, Satoru.”

“Mm. Insolence is not going to be rewarded. I think we’re done here.”

“Are you fucking joking?” you thrash about in those chains. “You better finish me off or I’m gonna–!”

“--Do as you threaten? I can’t say I won’t let you.”

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lees-chaotic-brain · 19 hours

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I'M BACK HI HI SONGFIC EVENT WOO

"Can't help falling in love with you" covered by aeseaes. For the blue-eyed king himself, Gojo Satoru (I will never change)

For this ask, I was thinking of it as a sequel to the "dancing with your ghost" fic (reincarnation), but idk if that's allowed, so if it's not, just ignore this little tidbit.

Basically, just reader being so in love with gojo and feeling that their love is inevitable, like they are destined to be together. Mutual pining, fluff, SAPPINESS! If you can make the reader an absolute SIMP, that would be amazing omg (I am down BAD)

summary: when the expired mochi in your pantry leaves you with such a resounding sense of wrongness that you find yourself rushing out to buy some more the last thing you expected was falling in love with a stranger...

wc: 2.3k

cw: none!! one kiss, fluff, reincarnation au, one sorta implied mention of itafushi bc i know you love them luna, reader is a bit of a hopeless romantic, overall cuteness

a/n: this is technically a part two to this, but you can also read either as a standalone! also special thanks to @pandora-ophelia-blog for all the help with gojo headcanons!!

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You had never truly fallen in love before, but you imagined that when you did in the future it would be nothing like the movies. Truthfully, you didn’t want it to be anything like the movies. The whole idea of love at first sight seemed rather…superficial to you. Like, how were you supposed to look at someone and just know that they were the one for you?

In your opinion, love at first sight didn’t exist. Maybe attraction at first sight did, but how could you love someone you didn’t know anything about? The first time you saw someone the only thing you knew about them was how they looked. That’s why love at first sight always seemed shallow and fake to you. It was more about your outer appearance than who you were as a person.

So no, you didn’t believe in love at first sight. You never had, and you didn’t think you ever would. And although you had never fallen in love before, you had plenty of ideas about what it should be like. Probably too many for someone who hadn’t even had their first kiss. But that didn’t stop you.

In your mind, love was slow, like the trickle of syrupy sweetness that slid off your popsicle and pooled on your skin on a hot summer day. Love was something like that line from The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. You know, that one that goes “I fell in love the way you fall asleep. Slowly, then all at once.”

Because love wasn’t something that just appeared. It was something that had to be built, something that built up over time before sucker punching you in the gut when you least expect it. You can’t just decide to love someone and charge blindly in. Love chose you, and it took time.

Being a hopeless romantic, you had spent countless nights laying awake and formulating what your idea of love was. But in all of those sleepless nights you never once imagined love would look like a uselessly tall fool with freaky blue eyes nearly bulldozing you over outside of a mochi shop.

Wise men say only fools rush in

The bright packaging on a box of kikufuku mochi on display at your local supermarket had caught your eye a few weeks ago, and you had impulsively tossed it into your cart before promptly forgetting about it until earlier that morning when you had found it in your pantry. For some reason, the resounding loss that filled you at the sight of the expired mochi was so strong, you found yourself struggling to breathe momentarily.

By the time you had remembered how to inhale properly, you found yourself putting your shoes on and headed out to buy some more. You couldn’t explain why you suddenly needed the mochi, seeing as you didn’t even particularly like it, yet you instinctively knew that the expired mochi in your pantry was wrong.

And so, guided by a foreign sense of loss, you found yourself walking to a nearby mochi store, confident you knew where you were going despite having never been to the store before. Lost in your thoughts, you had somehow managed to not notice the lanky giant leaving the store right as you stepped in, causing you to crash forcefully into his chest.

To your mild chagrin, he barely budged, not even wobbling while the force of the impact sent you flying back on your ass.

“Hey there.” Startling blue eyes stared at you from behind tinted shades as their owner bent down with a crooked smile. “You good?”

Meeting his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel something just click into place. There was just something so right about him and his presence. Something that was as familiar and comforting as crawling into your bed after a long day. Something that felt like home.

Time seemed to stop, and the two of you just looking at each other, mapping out faces that already felt so nostalgic. Your gaze lingered a little longer on the dimples in his cheeks, as they were possibly the cutest things you had ever seen, screaming boyish humor and good looks.

The laughter of his friends teasing him for freezing because he accidentally knocked an attractive person over shook you out of your stupor, reminding you that you were still sitting on your ass on rough, filthy concrete.

Their teasing seemed to reawaken him as well, as he reached out a hand to help you up. You accepted, your face heating as a full body shiver ran through you as your palms connected.

Releasing his hand, you scrambled to your feet, brushing yourself off as you apologized. A little freaked out by the inexplicable connection you felt with him, you sidestepped him and attempted to enter the store.

But it seemed the handsome white haired stranger had other ideas, one long arm extending as he grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. Flustered, you looked back, and when your eyes met for a second time, you knew it for sure.

So this is what falling in love at first sight was like. Who knew it actually existed?

But I can't help falling in love with you

That day, the two of you exchanged numbers, and after that things flew by. You went from being complete strangers to best friends in a matter of months, hanging out one on one or in a group at least three times a week.

As much as you tried to fight it, as much as you hated the idea of love at first sight, you couldn’t help yourself. The instant you had laid eyes on him you had just known somehow. Known he was the one. And despite your attempts to fight it, to fight the inevitability of him, it was far too late for you. If your first encounter had been your downfall, then each interaction after that had been bolts locking your fate into place. Your fate with him.

During that awkward phase where you both pointedly ignored the obvious connection you shared in favor of getting to know each other as friends, you got to know the man Gojo Satoru was, and found yourself falling deeper, the little details adding up and pulling you further.

Like, for someone who pretends to be super cool and popular he’s actually a total dweeb. The first time he let you into his room you spent several minutes gawking at the sheer amount of Digimon paraphernalia carefully placed around the space. When you had finally regained your ability to speak you made the mistake of asking him about it, and were regaled with the tales of his epic Digimon achievements and boasts about how he’s never even touched a guide.

What can you say? Dweeby men are hot. Apparently slightly pathetic men who are desperate for your affection are also right up your alley. And sure, he was a little clueless when it came to interacting with someone he’s interested in (ie. buys ridiculously expensive gifts/flat out begs), and definitely more than a little immature (ie. dick jokes and pranks) be he was also so much more than that.

Watching him interact with his students and coworkers and hearing him recount stories, you could see just how deeply he cared. From putting the comfort of his students before his own, to always being ready to go to bat for them, he showed his reliability and the type of man he was.

Sure he was annoying at times, and probably indulged in childish shenanigans a bit too much, but at heart he was a good man. A caring man who would give everything he had and more if it would make his students happy. So maybe it was only natural that you found yourself picturing a life with him when you weren’t paying attention.

When you were with him things just felt right. You could count on him to watch out for you, and listen with care and attention. He instinctively knew when something was wrong, and never failed to cheer you up.

In a short period of time you had become so dependent on him it scared you a little. But you knew that you were what he needed as well. When the dark thoughts took over and he couldn’t stop wondering if he was doing enough, if anyone actually liked him for him you were there to haul him out of the murkiness of his own mind.

The two of you just clicked…who knows, maybe if you hadn’t only just come around on the idea of love at first sight you would consider the idea that the two of you were soulmates. That’s just how seamlessly the two of you fit into each other's lives.

Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be

All the months spent in the weird limbo between being completely in love with each other and just friends finally came to a head one particularly rough day. He found you curled up in bed, your burrito of depression and fluffy blankets the only thing protecting you from the outside world.

Bouncing into your room, he was already halfway through a dramatic retelling of some tea about Megumi and Yuuji when he noticed the dank mood emanating from your swaddled form.

“Hey,” He tones down his voice and approaches your bed, sitting gently on the edge instead of violently flopping on top of you like he normally would. “What’s up with the mood? Something happen?”

The bed dips as he scootches closer to you, moving around in an attempt to catch a glimpse of your face. “Hrgghh it’s nothing- hey!”

You squirm away as he prods your cheek, burrowing further into your massive mountain of comfort blankets and stuffed animals.

“Nooooo.” You feel him flop his chin onto your shoulder, his long arms snaking out to gather you up in his lap. “Let me see your pretty face. Please?”

You ignore him, remaining firmly hidden away in your cocoon. “I said I’m fine.”

“And I don’t believe you. So, do I need to go throw you in a pond, or are you going to talk?”

“Why would you throw me into a pond?” He’s silent for a moment. “That’s beside the point. I just want to know what’s bothering you. Is that too much to ask?”

You hear more than see the pout in his voice, and the knowledge that he’s going to continue to pester you until you give in convinces you to spill.

“I don’t know. Sometimes I just wonder if people actually like me. Like, I don’t know. I’m just me. And I want to go outside and do things, I just can’t. On top of that, there’s nothing that special about me to make up for any of my flaws.”

He hums quietly, rubbing your back through the many layers of blanket. “Remember when I was in a funk a few weeks ago because I felt like people only liked me for my looks, or what they thought I was?”

You scoff a little. “Imagine being so confident in your looks it makes you insecure. But yes. All jokes aside I remember. Why?”

“Because you told me that I was amazing and special and that I have so much more than my looks and wealth to offer.”

“And?”

“And if I’m that special, it would make the person I’m in love with pretty special too, wouldn’t you say so?”

Silence and his smug satisfaction over his logic fill the room as you struggle to process what he just said. “I-What. Satoru. Did you just confess to me? I’m pretty sure I heard you wrong because there’s no way you just said that so casually.”

“Nope you heard me right. I’m in love with you. Have been for a while.”

You splutter, unable to formulate a response, completely thrown off guard with the causal suddenness of it all. “Uh…I um. Well…”

He stands, gently peeling the blankets off you, one after another until you’re left sitting on your bed in one of his hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. Placing them neatly to the side, he cups your face in his large, calloused palms and looks at you with unfettered affection.

“There you are.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, then straightens and extends his hand out in an invitation for you to take it.

“I don’t know how to fix you feeling like you’re not special, but I do know that I’m completely, foolishly in love with you. I wish I could make you see yourself the way you do, but I can’t so I’m just going to do what I can. Which right now looks like helping you get out of your own mind and outside to have some fun.”

He coughs awkwardly and rubs the back of his head with his other hand. “Like, as a date. I love you, and want to give you my everything. If you’ll have it, that is.”

For the first time that day, everything felt right. Or maybe things started feeling right the second he entered your room. You weren’t sure. What you were sure of though was how much you loved him. Beaming so hard your cheeks hurt, you look at him.

“That sounds amazing, as long as I get to give you my everything. If you’ll have it, that is.”

Relief shines in his eyes as you place your hand in his and allow him to pull you to your feet. When the two of you lean in, getting closer and closer until your lips finally touch, you feel complete. You know that everything will be okay from here on out.

Because things will always be okay as long as the two of you are together, and neither of you are going anywhere anytime soon.

Take my hand, take my whole life, too If I can't help falling in love with you

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whalesforhands · 2 days

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god! gojo

warnings: minors pls dni, smut in some parts, fem! reader, inspired by the anime ‘Is it wrong to pick up girls in a dungeon?’

thank you for 1k! and here is the option that won the poll, i hope you all enjoy.

In a world where gods live among humans, they form guilds (Familias) and are able to grant ‘followers’ blessings (Falna), enabling them to gain powers beyond the average human’s capability. Each Familia is always led by a god who commands, helps their members grow stronger to build up their guilds.

With that said, being part of the Gojo Familia is extremely tough. Tough in the sense that… Nobody else wants to be part of the Familia known to have such an annoying God.

Gojo Satoru, a god born in the new age; he who precedes over Infinity, the one with the Six Eyes, the revered one throughout the Heavens and the Earth; The Honoured One. His power is absolute, his orders undisputed; yet, when he descended to the human world to live among these beings that he was meant to love—

He found it hard to do that. A little too hard… Especially for a god known to excel at anything he tried his hand at.

His riches from the heavens don’t translate to anything down here, his power restricted to only his innate abilities. Nobody wanted to revere a haughty god with no love for his subordinates despite the power that be boasted, a god that was too arrogant to accept any of his ‘beloved’ humans into his yet-to-be-set up Familia.

Even the fanatics that revered him were looked down on in disgust, the god turning his back on them and shunning what he deemed ‘repulsive, manic love’.

So he’s left without a penny to his name, shunned by the people and only the clothes on his back and his unfaltering will. He lived out his days lazing about the home of a minor deity named Masamichi Yaga, playing around within the trading Familia that specialized in the export of toys.

“Satoru.” Yaga is usually quite lenient with the younger god, usually allowed the deity to frolick around his cottage and mess with the multitude of unfinished stuffed toys within the home.

But even he knows that he was merely wasting his time here.

“You’re wasting your time here.” A click of his tongue as he gently pats down the ears of the fluffy plushie. “Find a purpose.”

“Tch! Yaga, y’er so stingy…!”

A glare from behind those telltale darkened shades shuts him up.

Yet, Gojo Satoru found no purpose. No meaning, no depth to these lowly humans. He considered them below him, considered them a nuisance. He only came down for one reason, he refuses to return until he’s learned exactly what was likable about those damned humans.

Until… He found you.

Fatally wounded and barely even able to maintain your consciousness, your breaths were unsteady and shallow, a slight breeze probably capable of killing you right then and there as you laid uselessly against the dingy brick wall.

Maybe it’s just a representation of how you’ve lived even until now.

“I guess—“ You smile, despite it all, clutching the bleeding wound in one hand and sighing. Your expression is soft, sad. A meaning to it that he never would’ve thought humans could possess even if he tried to imagine it. “I messed up… Haha…”

It’s pitiful to look down at.

“That’s it? Ya ain’t even gonna try to fight it?” He crouches down, legs bent and a hand on his cheek when he stares at you head on.

It hits a nerve, if you’re being honest. You’re trying to say your last words to probably the last being you’ll probably see in this lifetime.

“Would there be—“ A grunt of pain as your eyes squeeze shut, your sweat starting to sting against the open wound as you take a breath in. “A meaning to that?”

Huh? What? That’s not the answer he expected.

“Ya don’t value your own life, human?”

Don’t you? You’ve tried all this while. You’ve tried, you really did. Maybe it could be enough now.

“I-I think it’s enough that,” You think your vision is starting to blur as you try to smile. “That… I won’t die alone.” For a god who was known to lack love; he was certainly the kindest you have met, to be able to have the honour to know.

“Thank you.”

You heard that he was terrifying, that he would glare down at lesser beings with scorn and nauseating ego— And yet, here he was.

Looking you right in the eye in your final moments as he scrunches his nose, simply just watching as you try to fight the fading consciousness enough to hear the last bits of this life.

You can see him ponder, something unreadable flashing through those gleaming blue that practically glittered with the universe’s stars that begged you to count every single last one of them as you finally decide to give yourself peace, to let yourself—

“Tell you what,” A sparkle of blue and a flutter of icy white as the wind starts to pick up, a breeze so nostalgic that it makes your heart clamor and your hands tighten. It felt like a caress of summer against your cold face, an off feeling of wanting to look at the blue sky once more despite your wish to disappear.

“I’ll give ya a once in a lifetime chance.” The wind felt like it was chasing after you, stroking your cheek with the softness akin to dried-out clouds and sunlight that kissed you so softly.

Maybe you didn’t truly want to go.

“Join my Familia.”

——

“Satoru-sama, please wake up.” You’re trying to shake him awake, trapped in his embrace as he snores into your chest, his toned arm wrapped tightly around your midsection as you only hear a whine in return.

“Noooo…! You can’t go to the dungeons…” A spot of drool lolls onto your skin, his words muffled from pressing his face against your upper body, where he had ridden the fabric up to ensure that he had direct access to the softness of your body.

“S’ dangerous…”

You sigh.

“But Satoru-sama,” You start stroking his hair as you hear another whine, taking it as an opportunity to poke at one of his cheeks. “If we don’t go, we can’t pay rent here.”

Silence, followed by the feel of his fingers sneaking up your sides to grope at you. For someone who was meant to be a revered god, he certainly acts like a spoiled child in the mornings.

“Hmph… Make someone else go so you can stay here with me…”

“There are no other members in your Familia, Satoru-sama.”

Two months. That’s how long you’ve been bound to your Gojo Satoru, the glyph on your back evidence of his mark as you smile down at the half-awake deity.

Well, it’s not like you mind.

“Only ten minutes more, okay?”

Gojo Satoru was a selfish god. He indulged in whatever he felt like, acted upon every whim he had and never hesitated to say what was on his mind.

Yet, he was benevolent. Only to you, that is.

“Huh? Don’t ya want a reward for all the work you’ve done?” A raised brow as he stuffs another spoonful of stew into your mouth,

“I don’t think,” You chew, swallowing the creamy soup down before speaking once more, your hand reaching up in attempt to wipe at the remnant of liquid at the corner of your lip. “I have anything I particularly want, Satoru-sama.”

“Ahhh- You humans are so picky.” He’s back to poking at your stuffed cheek, making it a point to prod at your skin and trying to get a rise out of you as you succumb to his whims.

“Satoru-sama, being with you is enough payment for me.”

“Haaah… Can’t even decide anything for yourself can ya—“

He stops all of a sudden, your words striking a chord within him as he suddenly perks up, his chair screeching back from his sudden movement.

“Hoho. I think I got something you’d like.”

It started small. Hugs goodbye whenever you had to go pick up more ingredients for dinner, contrived pecks to your hand whenever you reached out towards him— Until physical contact became the norm in the humble little Familia that you both created.

You feel lucky that he indulges you so much.

“Say,” His cheek rests upon your head as he takes another inhale of your scent, his nose brushing against the sensitive nape of your neck from behind as you attempt to make dinner. “You love me, don’t you?”

“Of course, Satoru-sama.” A pat to the arm wrapped tight around your waist as the potato peeler sits still on the countertop. “I love you.”

It’s not just for show. Of course you love him. More than you could ever love anything else. Your god, your saviour, the only person who believed in you when you had given up on yourself.

You’d never pick anyone, anything over him. Even if he was stubborn, haughty, egotistic, provocative and possibly even exasperating at times; he was kind. He cared, he loved, he worried, he was simply him.

Your beloved Satoru. God or not, there was no other being like him.

There’s silence, the sound of his heart beat against your ear from his sheer height and tight hold. You feel his hand slowly trail over the skin of your midriff, making its way downwards to fiddle with the hem of the largely oversized tunic of clothing you donned as his eyes close.

“Would you be willing to do anything I say?”

You should hesitate when it comes to these types of questions. Should prepare to think it over if it were anybody but the one who granted you more than a Falna. He granted you a home, a place where you belonged.

He gave you peace. So there wasn’t any reason for you to deny him.

“Anything for you, Satoru-sama.”

Yet, even when he was inbetween your thighs, your legs carelessly thrown over his shoulders as your hands so thoughtlessly gripping at the bedsheets in fear of doing harm to your God— You could feel that he just wasn’t there with you.

“Saa— Sator-ru-sama… Hah…” Your trembling thighs squeeze harder around his head, hands practically losing their colour from how hard you had to grip on just to gain back enough to even speak.

“Shh…” He’s finally pulled his insistent tongue off of your clit, licking his lips of the essence dripping from his mouth as he smirks up at you, before he let his tongue lick up the length of your thigh.

“Ya feel good, don’t you? Just sit pretty and let me eat your sweet cunt out.”

And when you both were so intimately connected, his fingers so lovingly entwined with your own, your lips sharing; indulging in the taste of each other, experiencing the same blinding pleasure as he allows your head to tilt back, his chuckle and a kiss to your cheek as your eyes are blanked out—

He just seemed so far away.

Don’t get yourself wrong, don’t let yourself be tricked. There was adoration in his every caress, every brush of his lips against your skin and every tender, sweetened coo that slipped out of his mouth and into your ears.

“See? Told ya you can give me one more.”

“Hmm? Can’t hear you at all, honey~ Don’t babble your words.”

“My adorable little follower…” He pauses to press another chaste, sweaty kiss to your lips as your ankles press against his lower back, your arms wrapped tight around his neck as your eyes seep more tears from this overwhelming pleasure.

It felt hot, scalding even— Was celestial being semen meant to feel like this inside of you?

“Sa-Sator-Satoru…!”

“Oho— Hngh…” You can feel his cock spasm inside of you, twitching against that little, specific spot as your vision practically dot with searing white. “Forgetting— Your honourifics, huh?”

“But don’t— Hah— worry,” His playful fingers pinch at your nipples, head leaning down to kiss at the bitten, marred skin once more before those beautiful blue eyes peek up at you. “I’ll forgive my cute little devotee for anything…”

You think you’ve finally regained conscious when you awaken on top of a sturdy chest, your god’s hand tenderly stroking the back of your head, both of your legs tangled together as the sheets of your shared bed swirl with the fragrance of freshly aired out, perfectly dried and washed sheets.

You could ask how he managed to change them, how he managed to wash the both of you of sweat, how he managed to make the pot boil with the savoury scent of stew at the fireplace—

Yet, the first question that pervades you was none of that.

“Satoru-sama.” You can feel the way your naked chest was pressed against his, those blue eyes closed, hidden behind white-lashed eyelids as he continued to pet your head as one arm was settled behind him to act as a pillow.

“What were you thinking about?”

You know he knows exactly what you’re speaking of.

“Nothing much, sweetheart.” A playful pinch of your cheek as you feel the beginnings of a pout start to show on your face. “But starting to get curious about me, huh?”

“I— Wish to know, Satoru-sama.” You watch as one iridescent iris peeks out slightly from behind a closed eye, that mischievous smirk on his pretty face so infuriatingly cute.

“Do you now?”

“Please don’t tease me too much, Satoru-sama…”

A loud laugh that allowed your hands to feel how his chest vibrated beneath you, let your eyes watch how his face curved into that rich smile and gorgeous carelessness that you wanted to admire for hours on end.

Yet, you can’t help but sense the bitter, sour sweetness in his voice.

“A long time ago,” He pauses to brush a strand of hair out of your eyes as his own eyelids start to blink open. “I had a best friend.”

You hear him take in a breath, eyes shifting up towards the ceiling before they flickered back down to your curious gaze. “He was my one and only.”

You stay silent at that revelation.

“He loved you humans, you know?” You’re shifting your naked self up, adjusting the blanket that covered the both of you as his hand pulls your head forwards so that it was resting upon his chest. “It was weird to hear him talk about you all so much.”

You can see how lovingly your Satoru-sama spoke of him, how his tone dropped to such an earnest, yearning want. It felt like flowers that were fluttering in the summer wind, scattered and quiet; but so gentle and frail.

It makes you afraid of what you were about to ask.

“What happened to the both of you, Satoru-sama?”

It’s tense. Your body, pressed so vulnerably against his with your head against his chest… Could pick up on the way his heart rate picking up.

“I killed him with my own two hands.”

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ayyy-pee · 7 hours

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hii lexi!!! hope you’re doing well :)) would you be interested in writing a suguru first date kinda thing? i thought it might be cute ^_^ (also i love your pfp!! it looks so good!)

AHHH THANK YOU NONNIE! <3 I'm so late, but I imagine Suguru would be exactly like this for a first date when he's really into reader lmaooo it's short but i'm trying to flex my brain with little drabbles. i appreciate you sending this request in! i hope you like it! <3

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Warnings: Cutiepie sweetie face nervous Suguru Geto!, downbad Suguru, Gojo being an annoying shithead, fluff and cuteness <3

It's so hot here.

Is it hot in here?

Has to be. Or else Suguru wouldn't be sweating so much. He can’t even hold his drink, the damn glass keeps slipping from his hands.

Maybe it’s the lights making his palms so moist?

Are the lights too bright? Too hot?

Was this restaurant the right choice? If it’s making him this uncomfortable, surely you’ll be uncomfortable, too.

Maybe he should have chosen another place. Do you even like Italian? Fuck, he should have asked you before making a reservation. What if you’re allergic to…pasta or like…tomatoes? He didn’t even think about that. Maybe it's not too late to change plans.

The soft buzz in Suguru’s pocket pulls him from his scrambled thoughts, and he takes his phone out to see a text sitting at the top of his notifications.

Beauty: Pulling up now. See you soon :) <3

Fuck! It's too late to change plans!

Okay. Okay, this is fine. It will be fine! He’s got this. What’s there to be nervous about? Nothing, because Suguru doesn’t get nervous. He asked you out, anyway. Not the other way around! There’s no reason he should be reduced to this clammy, sticky mess he’s become.

And yet, it seems that’s all Suguru ever is when he’s in your presence. Although, it’s only been one other time.

It's been an entire week since Suguru first laid eyes on you coming down the aisle at his best friend's wedding. You would have thought he was the one getting married, the way his face grew red watching you smile, so stunning in that gown the bride had picked for you. The way his heart practically tried to punch its way through his ribcage when you’d graced him with a glance, aiming your beauty right at him. How you watched, teary eyed as your very best friend married his very best friend and it’s so insane of him, he knows. But Suguru thought he could see himself in this exact position one day…with you. And he didn’t even know your name.

It's so cliche, truly; a groomsman and a bridesmaid getting together at a wedding? It’s a romcom waiting to happen, but Suguru couldn't help himself.

You were the epitome of beauty. Your eyes, your lips, your smile, everything about you. They were all things Suguru could not get out of his head after you'd danced with him at the reception. With that cheesy love ballad playing way too loudly, you slipped perfectly into his embrace, like the missing piece of a puzzle, and he had to get to know you.

"Fuck your honeymoon," he'd told Satoru, rolling his eyes as his best friend panned his camera across the beautiful powdery sands of Turks and Caicos. “Can you ask your wife for her number?”

“Hmm…” Satoru flipped the phone back around and Suguru could see him pretending to think about it, tapping his chin just to irritate Suguru. “Beg me.”

“...Excuse me?”

“Beg…me…”

That stupid grin on that long limbed bastard’s face. If Suguru could, he’d reach through the phone and smack it right off of him. Why would he beg for your number? He’d get connected with you some other way. Suguru is not a beggar. Nothing in this world could make him open his mouth and plead for something.

“No.”

“Then I’m not asking. Good luck finding her! Gorgeous girl. Hope she doesn’t find someone else because there were quite a few people asking about her at the wedding…”

Suguru knows what he’s doing. And he fixes his friend with a deadpan stare as he says, “Nice try. Not begging.”

And Satoru chuckles. “Okay! See you in three weeks!” He sings on the other end.

“Wait!”

And so Suguru…begged for your number. Not his proudest moment, but as he sees you slip through the doors of the restaurant, grinning and waving excitedly when you spot him…well, it makes every bit of groveling worth it. He just saw you exactly one week ago. A full 7 days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. And you look just as breathtaking, if possible.

This feeling is familiar, the heat radiating from his cheeks and the intense pounding of his heart and this sensation to get on his knees before you and offer you the world.

“Hi,” you greet him, out of breath as you approach.

Suguru stands quickly, stealthily wiping his damp palms on his pants. And it’s a little awkward at first, but you hug him, slipping into his hold like you just…belong there. It’s driving him insane, the way you just seem to fit him so perfectly.

You take your seat on the other side of the booth, all smiles and god, if it doesn’t send Suguru spiraling. You’re just so cute. You almost seem as excited to be here with him as he is to be here with you.

“I meant to get your number at the wedding, but honestly, I was just too nervous to ask.” You confess, giggling, a bubbly and airy sound that makes Suguru want to hear it more, maybe set it as his ringtone then piss Satoru off so he’ll blow his phone up. Then Suguru can hear it over and over.

He chuckles, smoothing his hands over his pants again, trying his damndest to stop the sweating. “Yeah?”

You nod, picking up the menu and gracing him with a sweet, shy smile before hiding behind the sheet of paper. “Yeah, so I’m really happy you called.”

Suguru’s heart races and he can’t help the goofy grin that’s now formed on his lips as he picks up his menu. “Me too.”

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CRYSTALS || s. gojo

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♪ - SONG RECOMMENDATION ; DO I WANNA KNOW? - ARCTIC MONKEYS

_ _ _ _ _ SO WE MEET AGAIN?

RECAP ; Suno and Megumi had just started school and are meeting their teachers for the first time. Megumi, not knowing his teacher at all and would be okay to only know her as a teacher was fine with everything. Suno, on the other hand, had recognized his teacher. But he couldn't pin point on who it was.

. . .

Suno stood infront of Gojo, staring at him blankly. He then pushed past Gojo who was still squatting, going in the class to find another teacher and saw a familar woman. He gave a cheesy smile and ran to her, hugging her leg, "Tete Shoko!" he squealed and looked up at her, flashing his teeth at her and she returned the gesture by patting his fluffy, snow white hair.

Gojo glared at the two, dumbfounded as to why his own child chose someone else instead of him when he's the father. Gojo closed the door and went to play with some of the other kids in the class and also teach them. But, for some reason, Gojo couldn't stop thinking as to why Suno didn't wanna be near him. That was his child. Perhaps Y/N told Suno not to come near him at school.. but how would Y/N even know that Gojo worked here? People barely knew he was back in town, and they'd only find out today when the parents meet the teachers after school.

He sighed, taking another glance at Suno who was supposed to be learning from Shoko and saw Suno take pills from his backpack, holding it out towards the older woman. Shoko eyes widened slightly, then rested. "Your mother told you to give me this or?" She asked him and inspected the pill bottle, "Oh." she said. It was for him and they were meant for him to take. Shoko leaned it towards Suno, "They're for your," she held up six fingers. "Eyes?" Suno nodded at her while she took the cap off the bottle. "I forgot about prescribing this for you."

Shoko put two pills in her hand, breaking one in half and putting the other half back in the small bottle. Then she took the water from the side pocket of his backpack, "Y'know what to do?" she asked him and he nodded again. "Okay, take it. I'll be right back." He took the pills and put them in his mouth slowly then opened his water, leaning his head back with one eye closed and poured it in his mouth. After swallowing it he put the water back into the side pocket of his backpack, looked up and saw an older copy of him looking down at him.

"Where'd your tete go?" Gojo asked, his voice low. Suno ignored him and instead went where other kids were and went towards a green haired girl with chalk on her face. Gojo stared at Suno as he walked away, his little copy ignoring him for.. what reason? Just to say it was his child, he didn't act anything like him. More like his mother instead. He sighed and fixed his posture considering how he had bent down to whisper to Suno. He turned around and saw Shoko staring at him.

A stare that was burying his heart deep in him.

Shoko crossed her arms over her chest, "What do you want with Suno?" she questioned quietly, stealing a few glances at the kids in the class as they played. "Shoko." Gojo uttered out as they both continued to stare at each other. He then pointed at Suno, "That's my child isn't it? Why doesn't Y/N want him and I communicating with each other?" he asked holding his arm.

Shoko scoffed at Gojo as she walked to the dusty chalk board in the class, "Ask her later today. If she even wants to talk to you, Satoru." Satoru stood dumbfounded while Shoko clapped her hands to get the kids attention to go back to teaching.

Megumi sat at a table by himself, writing his alphabets down on a paper with lines and the alphabets, he just had to trace them. A pastel pink haired boy and a brown haired girl were playing when suddenly the boy noticed him. "Baaaraaa.." He managed to get out, pointing a finger at Megumi in awe. The girl, Nobara, looked over with a frown on her face which quickly disappeared when she saw the boy that her friend was pointing at. "Uji! Let be his fri-" She stopped, she had to. She liked being perfect and didn't want to pronounce the word wrong. Nobara looked around the classroom to see if their was a board, poster, or anything with the word she was trying to say on it.

Nobara found one, squinting her eyes to see it better. She sounded the word out in her tiny brain as Yuji would say, "Friend." she finally said. Yuji gave her a cheeky smile, snatching Nobara then running to Megumi. "Hi." Yuji said quietly to match Megumi's demeanor to make it seem as if they had matching personalities. Nobara gave Yuji a questioning look as to why he started acting different just then when encountering Megumi. Nobara held her hips with her tiny hands, letting Yuji do all the work. "Wanna be our-" Nobara cut Yuji off, knowing he would pronounce the word wrong. "Friend."

"Saki!" Yuji screamed, catching everyone's attention. Megumi stayed quiet, staring at the two while his hands moved around on the small kid's table. The two began quarreling, catching everyone's attention until the teachers pulled them apart. To Megumi, he couldn't decide who won or lost. Yuji's eye was sore-looking and Nobara looked like she had been bit and her hair got pulled. When the class went quiet, Megumi smiled. The silence fascinated him for some reason.

The school bell rang and all the students were dismissed, their teachers allowing them to wait outside on the benches for their parents. Y/N soon got out her car, locking it behind her. She had rushed from work to their school just to retrieve them, combing her hair out with her fingers as she walked to the doors. Megumi and Suno sat on a bench outside, talking. But it seemed as though they were whispering so no one could hear them.

Why would they need to be whispering?

Y/N walked towards them, bending down to their heights. She pulled on their cheeks with a smile, "So, did you two have fun today?" she asked and Megumi nodded but Suno on the other hand didn't. You glanced at Suno with a worried look, "What's wrong, baby?" you asked him and he looked up, down, left, right, then slowly looked behind him. He turned back around and stared at you, pointing his thumb behind him which made you look.

The sight had took you by surprise, as Satoru looked down at you with a smug look on his face. You patted Suno's head hesitantly, questioning him. "This your teacher, baby?" And he nodded before leaning in to whisper in your ear. "I don't like him, can we go?" He asked as he side eyed Gojo and you nodded. You picked up Megumi who was fiddling with your keys and you took them to the car, Satoru staring at you.

Just to say it had been five years, and almost six, somehow, you still hadn't moved on from the man. You sighed looking at your two little ones, handing them both their iPads to entertain them while you go and see their teachers. You walked back to where Gojo was, your heels clacking on the concrete ground. You held your purse strap tight, your lips trembling. You were ready to walk past Satoru to go and meet Megumi's teacher because you already knew Shoko was teaching Suno.. just not Satoru.

And knowing Satoru, he wouldn't let you by, or atleast not that easily. "Why aren't you letting my child speak to me, Y/N." He asked quietly which caught your attention, and it also made you sigh. You looked up at him due to the fact he was taller than you, then you finally answered. "I kept him away from you for a reason, despite him needing a father. Because, I knew if you really cared for him and didn't care how I'd treat you, you'd still try for your child and not me." You told him the complete truth—you let it off your chest and Satoru was somewhat surprised.

"So, then," Gojo started. "How come you never made an effort on letting the past go and allowing him to see me?" Oh, you were taken aback by Satoru's words. Because not once had you thought about that. Ever. You stood quiet until Shoko grabbed Satoru by his shoulder, "Y/N. Got some important stuff to tell you about both of your kids." You smiled at Shoko, giving her a nod as an answer before she did the same and left. You sighed deeply, turning your back to Satoru. He stared at your back, pondering about things before your voice caught his attention.

"I don't know what to say or tell you, Gojo. Do whatever is up to your liking." You muttered, walking off to your car to see Suno and Megumi watching Sonic. You got in the driver's seat, putting your keys in hesitantly and went home. "Fucking Satoru." You whispered to yourself, pulling into your garage which opened when it detected it was your car. After parking the car, and getting Suno and Megumi from their carseats who were just a ball of energy as of right now, they ran towards the elevator with their backpack and iPads in their hand, going to the second floor and to their rooms.

You walked in the living room, flopping down onto the sofa. Ready to shut your eyes and take a quick nap, knocking was heard from your front door. You groaned loudly, your face smushed in the couch pillows, moving your hand around to find your phone. After feeling it, you grabbed it and unlocked it using Face ID and checked your security cameras and saw Gojo at the front door.

You instantly woke up then.

Trying hard not to drag yourself to open the door for Satoru, you eventually made it to the door and opened it for him. You hugged yourself, staring at Satoru with a drowsy figure and tired eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but you were quick to cut him off, "Satoru. What?" you cut to the chase as he stared at you as much as you were staring at him. He peeked in on the inside of your house and saw how modern and minimalistic it was—just about anyone could tell that by looking at the outside of your house. It seemed to have cost a lot with how big it was and it was three floors. Not to mention he saw two cars here when he came, quickly assuming you had three vehicles because you drove one to drop Suno and Megumi off.

You snapped your fingers infront of his face in annoyance, "What?" he asked, then realizing what he had just asked. "Oh—sorry. Uhm, Shoko told me you lived here and I wanted to visit. But," You put your hand infront of his face, cutting him off and quieting him down. He gave you a questioning look and you gave him one back before yours quickly turned into a stern one. "Y/N can we please talk this out." Satoru begged, but it's not like it fueled your ego or anything. Seeing him beg was unusual, but you weren't sure if he was genuine or not.

You turned your back towards him, making him more disappointed. You then gave a deep sigh, looking ahead of you. "Fine, Satoru." And he smiled, but you couldn't see as your back was faced towards him, "One condition, but that's as of right now. Later, we talk. Right now, watch Gumi and Sun until I'm done with my nap." You finished, walking further into your house to go to your room. Gojo glanced around, "Can-" he stopped and saw you staring at him. "Look around all you want, don't steal anything, though. There should be no need I should have to deal with a man child and literal children." Satoru frowned at your words as you walked in the elevator, going to your room to change, shower, and sleep.

Just a quick nap.

It had been around four-twenty when Satoru came and when you woke up, looking at your alarm on your bedside table it was almost ten in thirty minutes. You heard giggling from downstairs, quickly rushing to see why and who had your kids laughing. It couldn't have been Gojo because he's a teacher.. and need rest just to teach energetic kids every weekday. When you got downstairs in your white, fur slippers, you saw Gojo playing with Suno and Megumi and their was food cooked on your black and gold stove. Your eyes widened and saw how big of a smile all three of them had... especially Satoru. But you needed to talk with Satoru, desperately.

You walked towards them, reaching out for Megumi who came to your arms willingly. "It's past their bedtime, you gonna put them in their rooms until we uhm, finish talking." Suno pouted as you carried Megumi and held his hand, taking them to their rooms knowing they'd go in one room together and play with legos or so. After doing so, you hesitantly went back to the first floor and saw Satoru man-spreading on your couch with his blindfold over his eyes. He didn't have it on when he first came so he must've brought it with him.

You sat on the couch across from him, staring out the window. Gojo rubbed his thigh, tugging on his blindfold. "Satoru, please. Just get to it." You murmured, despite the fact that you murmured, he still heard you. Gojo cleared his throat, putting his hand on his chest then wrapped his arms around his chest. "I want to make things right with you—uhm, for our child too." He lied, partly lied. Despite it being his child, he mostly wanted to make things right with you and try starting over as a family.

You continued staring out the window, then averted your gaze towards Gojo. "Sure, not with me, though. Just Suno. I'm fine as I am." You lied.. partially. You were fine as you were, but not wanting Gojo to try and make things right with you was a lie. You still missed him after so many years apart and genuinely almost nothing could make you deny it. Gojo eyes widened slightly but then his expression went back to the one as before. He couldn't blame you, but at the same time, Gojo was a busy sorcerer. You were a retired one and had a different job now and had one biological kid and adopted one.

You stood up and walked towards the stairs, your hand gliding on the rail. You turned your head to look at Gojo who was still on the couch manspreading, "You can stay here for the night since it's late. Their's a guest room across Megumi's and his room has a Badtz-Maru rug infront of it. When you get up to shower in the morning, give me your clothes so I can wash them for you." you informed him, heading back up the stairs. Then, he finally spoke, his voice stopped your movements.. his voice saying your name in a quiet manner, "Y/N." Satoru said. You looked back at him once again, your eyes blinking rapidly.. for no reason.

"Goodnight." He ended, as you mumbled it back. You walked to your room, going in it and flopping down onto your bed. It felt so gloomy after your talk with Satoru and you didn't know why. Was the topic sensitive to him or were your words harsh? You couldn't control it, it's not an initial reaction you don't believe because you were a mature woman. But.. maybe it was an initial reaction from all the pent up anger you held towards Satoru because of how long and how easily he left both you and your child.

Despite it being late, you texted Shoko, pleading for her to call you. And as soon as your phone rung, you answered quickly. "Shoko, I—there's so much to say," Shoko sighed over the line, too tired for your ranting, venting, whatever you liked to call it. But she was willing to listen because you were her best friend, the only one she has. After you tried your hardest to explain everything to Shoko, piece by piece, she stopped you. "Y/N." Shoko questioned.

"Are you harsh to Satoru because you can't control your emotions, or you can't control your emotions because you're harsh to Satoru?" She asked as calm as she could and you couldn't find the answer anywhere. Even if you were to search it up on Google or ask Siri, even they couldn't come up with anything. Shoko let out a chuckle, "Goodnight, Y/N. Stop worrying about everything, anything that happens will happen when the time is right. I love you." she said and hung up the phone as you fell back in between your pillows on your king-sized bed.

You didn't know what to do anymore, it was all confusing. But.. maybe you should take in everything Shoko said, despite the fact that it wasn't much. Little things can mean a lot.

Gojo walked in the guest room you told him about, slightly surprised by what it looked like. Not that it was clean, but how fancy it was. Were all your rooms in the house fancy? Even though they were fancy, they were all super minimalistic. How does that even work? Minimalistic but fancy? Gojo's house is modern and a bit minimalistic in some areas of the house, but if he had a fancy house.. it would not be minimalistic at all. He went in the bathroom connected to the guest room, washing his face with a white towel and some skin care product he saw on the shelf above the mirror. He also used a toothbrush that wasn't open because it was still in its package when his eyes averted towards it.

He brushed his teeth then went back in the room, locking the room door. He sighed and went to the bed, dropping down to his knees instantly. Gojo was prepared mentally and physically to pray to God just for you back so he could be a better man and have the family he've always wanted. After praying he got in the bed and under the comforter, staring at the ceiling and tracing it with his long, slender fingers. "Answer my prayers please. Amen." Satoru said, later on knocking himself out to dreamland and whatever is in it.

"I love you, Y/N." Was the first thing Satoru said in the mirror when he woke up this morning. He looked energetic as ever in the mirror, and majestic with his crystal blue eyes. He had woke up around three in the morning just to wash his clothes and went back to sleep with a towel wrapped around his waist. He threw his uniform back over his head, walking out the room quietly. Now, Satoru, even though he said that, he had a tad bit of common sense knowing not to say that to Y/N infront her face. Not yet at-least.

He headed straight for the door, ready to leave before Megumi and Suno ran up to him, hugging his legs, upset that he has to go. You also stopped him, or at-least your voice did, but either way, Satoru knew you could just about stop him with anything. "Suno, baby, come take your pills and eat. Gumi, you too." Satoru turned his head, staring at your figure. Your hair was a mess, but you still looked pretty to him like that. Satoru adored you in any type of way. Then again, your voice snapped him from his trance. You put down the knife beside the cutting board, staring at the coffee maker, you questioned Satoru. "Uhm, do you want.. want something to eat before you head out?"

'We're already acting like a married couple, she must want me back already.' Satoru thought to himself, scratching his snow white hair, shaking his head. He didn't want his presence to be a bother to you any longer, "I'll eat at a café while I'm on my way to work." he informed you, standing firmly with his hands on his hips before leaving. You sighed as Suno stood on a wooden stool, reaching for his pills that you said you were going to give him. You grabbed his pills from the cabinet, turning around after doing so while he waddled towards the fridge for a beverage like orange juice or water. Megumi was stuffing his face with his cut up pancakes and scrambled eggs with bacon and a blueberry muffin on the side. You ruffled Suno's hair as he poured his orange juice carefully then placed it back in the fridge.

"I'm glad your six eyes didn't have you crying last night as usual, baby." You told him and he looked at you confused then shrugged, "Maybe you didn't hear, mama." He said as you handed him one and a half pills. You gave him a questioning look, "What? What are you talking about?" Suno took his pills then drunk his orange juice as fast as possible just to answer you in which he nearly choked trying to do so. His gaze averted up towards you, "I did! I was crying for almost thruty minutes. But then Mr. Toru came and helped me by hitting my head three times and rubbing my forehead." He told you and you let out a small giggle from how he pronounced thirty.

Although, the rest of what he said was nowhere near funny. More so confusing, weird, and maybe interesting. "Okay, well.. you two go get ready for school." You told them as you checked the clock and it said six thirteen. When they ran up stairs to go get ready, you were ready to follow behind them because you had to get ready for work. Right when you walked past your front door, you heard knocking and a grunt. You stared at it for a second, gulping then walking to it slowly. You opened it with your hand gripping the doorknob, and when you opened it, you were surprised.

What else is gonna happen.. I haven't seen this guy for how long? You questioned yourself mentally. He laughed at your reaction, his hands in his pockets.

"So, we meet again, don't we now?"

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erigold13261 · 1 month

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There’s a theory that the song “SPECIALZ” (JJK Shibuya arc theme) is a song from Kenjaku (or the curses in general) mocking Yuji as “special”. (Look up Will Stenson’s cover for English lyrics)

However in the Eriverse it swaps concepts as the transfigured humans mockingly thanking Mahito for making them “special” (hence “U R MY SPECIAL”)

Just listened to the English version, watched the Japanese version, and reread the English version without sound.

And honestly, I kinda see the opening being more geared towards Satoru more than it is being sung to Yuji.

Like yea, I agree that the song feels like it is either coming from Kenjaku or the curses (I more see it being Kenjaku honestly), but to me it feels like they are singing it to Satoru more than Yuji because Satoru is the special one out of the two (at least compared to how the curses and Kanjaku see the two).

I can kinda see the theme also being from Mahito directly to Yuji, in a similar way it's from Kenjaku to Satoru. Both are absolutely trying to mock and get a reaction out of Satoru and Yuji with their actions/looks in order to get the upper hand.

It's just the line(s) "No! No! No! Don’t be still as stone, all calm and alone" feel more geared towards Satoru for the most part as he was very much as calm and collected someone could be in the Shibuya incident (well... he went a little silly against the curses but it's whatever lol). Yuji only went calm after accepting him and Mahito are the same (and by that point Mahito was not in a mocking mood towards Yuji.

There's probably more I could analyze directly but I am a little short on time and don't really have the ability to explain why I think it's more of a song towards Satoru than it is Yuji (maybe because at this point in the story Satoru felt more like the main character than Yuji did, which I see is a common complaint in the fandom lol, but that's just how the story is written).

As for the Eriverse, I would say that it doesn't fit all that well unless you do a turn-around theming to it.

Meaning that the first/most of the song is actually from Mahito to everyone else. He's mocking them and having fun, ending up somehow setting up a rendezvous with everyone thinking he would be fine only for them to turn the tables and they end up taking the song for themselves against Mahito.

I would say the turn happens around the second “get 1○st iπ 31” line. The no regrets part of it which leads into the final “i luv u 6a6y.”

From then on I can see it being the transfigured humans directing their hate towards Mahito.

It's not FULLY from the transfigured humans, because I can see Mahito saying/representing the "No! No! No! Don’t be still as stone, all calm and alone" line in a more desperation tone as he is now all alone and doesn't like how he can't manipulate and hurt these people anymore who now have power over him.

But yea, I can see the song being slightly from the transfigured humans but also from Mahito as well.

(also, side note, but I love how many ugly cryers are in JJK lol. Just rewatched Mahito's crying scene for funs and I really can't wait for more of Choso's crying scenes! He's the best ugly cryer hehe).

#jjktalk #eriverse #eritalks #noart #asks #sorry it's not as detailed as it could be #on a time crunch #and also not in the mood to do a true analysis #but it was nice hearing the song in english!#this whole time i thought #when the song said ''tokyo''#that it was saying ''gojo'' for some reason #i don't know why #it just sounded that way to me

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jade-len · 5 months

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i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.

picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.

it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.

and then he gets to the sword.

demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.

but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.

when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.

the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.

and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.

the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.

luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.

instead, he hears this:

"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."

but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.

"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."

"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."

"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."

"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"

somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.

weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.

xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.

it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.

sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.

maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.

maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.

"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.

hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."

xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.

...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.

(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)

#PIDW but make xin mo a soul eater fan #why did i actually write all of this #idk it just sounded funny but then i kinda got sad at the end because bingge is such a lonely person its genuinely depressing #at least in here he has his this weird talking demonic sword #someone transmigrates into xin mo and ends up becoming an emotional support and comfort sword #i would say that this could be shen yuan but the xin mo transmigrator couldnt give any less of a fuck about bingges plans #and would also annoy sqq if he had to deal with it #might write this #but i need to finish that time travel bingge x reader enemies to friends to lovers thing #yes you heard me right a bingge x reader let me make him happy ok #bingmei already has sqq bingge needs someone :( and therapy but that doesnt exist here #while i thought of this i imagined like this floating talking sword by bingge #i actually have like a lot of WIPs this is only one of them #for some reason i had this idea after seeing this one instagram reel where gojo was cinderellas fairy godmother and sang IT girl #and that inspired an annoying talking xin mo transmigrator #luo binghe #luo bingge #mxtx svsss #svsss #fanfic stuff #the scum villain's self saving system #svsss ideas

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