#the direct follow up of what I shared to Panda
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I just saw your requests are open so I might as well jump in BECAUSE SKDNDNSN ok buttttt what about sukuna + his tummy having a mind of its own BEFORE you were their wife, like, you know nothing about this man but everytime you come in sigh you hear the most direct cat calling you've come across only to see a man with an expression of "God kill me now" so you don't know what's happening but it makes you really curious so you just... Provoke him? Like, use revealing clothing, put on an expensive perfume, etc. AAAH I Just love that hc of his stomach mouth having a mind of its own istg aaaa
a/n: ok so im gonna write this in a modern au because lets be real heian era Sukuna did NOT care about dating/courting
formatted into a bullet point headcannon post because im having way too much fun with this and nothing is connected in a cohesive form (pls forgive me for that but my brain is going ham with this concept)
cw: gn!reader, cursing, sexual content, bestie!gojo, Sukuna’s tummy mouth is a menace but wbk
imagine you’re a teacher at jujutsu high and a special grade sorcerer (because i enjoy feeling strong and this is a little self indulgent) (yall can choose if you want to be gojo’s classmate or nanami’s it doesn’t really impact anything)
Sukuna gets reincarnated without a vessel (dont ask me how it just happens ok) and to everyone’s surprise, he volunteers to be an instructor at jujutsu high
he says its to “make these pathetic kids somewhat decent sorcerers so they dont ruin the name of jujutsu”
for whatever reason, the higher ups assign him a spot among the teachers at the school
imagine your shock when this 1000 year old 7 foot tall motherfucker shows in the middle of your class to introduce himself as the new teacher
you’d heard about his whole situation but you didn’t expect him to show up in the middle of a lesson
you attempt to shoo him away but he doesn’t even move (i mean what did you expect really?) and you’re forced to end class early
weirdly enough he keeps a hand clamped over his stomach the entire exchange?? you chalk it down to a stomach ache or something (that night you do wonder if curses, or er, the king of curses, even get physical pains)
ok so before i get into the whole thing lemme just-
in my head, the tummy mouth has the humour of a middle school boy and the self control of the dog from ‘absolutely anything’
so yk. its a mess.
you see him the next day in the staff room
hes wearing a starched white shirt (it accommodates all his four arms and you question how he got one made in a single day) and a pair of fitted slacks, looking WAY too good for a curse
you realise you’ve been staring through the glass window if the staff room and finally enter
only to be greeted by a LOUD wolf whistle followed by a “OOOOH HEY HOT THANG” in the deepest, raspiest, most demonic ass voice you’ve ever heard
sukuna looks like he wants to kill himself.
he gets up and leaves the room immediately
you hear the a faint “NO GO BACK AND FLIRT WITH THEM YOU WIMP ASS HOE” in the same demonic voice as he stalks away
and you’re standing there
wondering what the actual fuck just happened
did you just experience harassment in your workplace?? but his mouth never even moved???
Gojo enters the staff room right after Sukuna vanishes and you IMMEDIATELY fill him in on whatever happened in hopes that he would have any explanation
hes confused, curious and amused all the same time
this doesnt mean hes of any help though
no, the piece if shit just laughs at you and goes off to terrorise the first years take class
before leaving he very unhelpfully reminds you that you have to share classes with Sukuna today
you enter the classroom a couple minutes before the students (you literally have 4 students and one of them is a panda god knows what the point of 2 teachers for such a small class is) and find Sukuna already in the room, leaning back on the chair, his legs resting on the table, eyes closed
once again
looking WAY too fine
just as you internally celebrate that nothing weird happened THE SAME OLD DEMONIC VOICE booms a “DAMN BABY YOU LOOK FINE, CMON LEMME TAKE YA HOME”
“wha- I- Eh??? I’m sorry what the fuhck?!?” you sputter, eyes wide
Sukuna has leaped up from his chair, a mixture of embarrassment and murderous rage on his face
he hisses a “shut the fuck up” in the vague direction of his abdomen before turning to you and apologising
“i am so sorry,” he says sheepishly “i owe you an explanation at the very least after two incidents”
“OI DONT APOLOGISE ASK THEM OUT THEY’RE HOT AND I KNOW YOU THINK SO TOO”
“I WILL LITERALLY FUCKING SEW YOU SHUT IF YOU DONT STAY FUCKING QUIET”
and once again. you’re standing there. shook.
Sukuna turns to you again with an expression that clearly says ‘Gods please strike me down right now’ and asks if you know about him having multiple body parts
you’ve heard of the legends and stories: four eyes, four arms and mouths he can will to appear wherever he wants, so you nod
“Well it just so happens that the mouth on my stomach is sentient, and extremely vulgar. Although i’m sure you noticed the latter.”
his voice is a wonderful contrast to that of his tummy mouth
deep, melodic and smooth
he just got even more attractive.
fuck.
you realise you haven’t given him a response and nod dumbly muttering out a quick “uh-huh”
thankfully the students enter at that moment saving you from any awkwardness
what you have recently come to identify as Sukuna’s tummy mouth stays blissfully quiet throughout the class and shockingly enough the silence on the belly front continues throughout the day as you discuss lesson plans with your ridiculously hot coworker
that night as you’re getting ready for bed, you remember the exchange between Sukuna and his appendage (specifically the part about Sukuna thinking you’re hot) and a mischievous idea forms in your brain (hey gojo satoru’s influence was bound to kick in at some point)
the next day you leave the top few buttons of your work shirt undone and put on some of the pheromone perfume you got as a gag gift in an (what you presume to be potentially successful) effort to rile Sukuna up (lets be real you think hes pretty damn hot too)
clap yourself on the back for that one bestie because the second you enter the staff room, Sukuna’s eyes nearly bulge out of his skull and the tummy mouth starts BARKING
and drooling apparently (how do you know? well maybe because the front of sukuna’s pristine white dress shirt is now sopping wet)
“WIFE THEM UP I SWEAR TO-“
the sound of a coffee cup shattering interrupts whatever was gonna come after that
you’re met with Nanami’s incredibly unimpressed gaze
without saying anything he leaves the room, muttering, “its too early for whatever the fuck this is”
well.
that happened.
yall get together eventually
gojo tells you “i knew you wanted to fuck him”
before you can come up with any sort of response, your boyfriend’s stomach pipes in with a “OH HE DEFINITELY WANTED TO FUCK THEM”
this is your life now.
good luck.
a/n: HI IM HERE TOO THIS TIME!! i left the ‘getting together part kinda up to interpretation because im shit at writing the ‘getting together’ arcs but we’re gonna pretend like it was because i want you to be able to go wild with whatever you want
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Made To Be Yours (Part 2)
Pairing: Dabi x reader
Summary: a sequel to this fic requested by @hunny-hotline and @sanaatay Sorry this took a million years to get done, but I hope you like it!
Warnings: smut, language, degradation, slight praise, the title is still a warning
Word Count: 2k
Even through your best attempts, the door creaked open with a long drawl, alerting the individuals on the other side of your presence. An exasperated sigh fell as you slid through it, any hopes of sneaking in unnoticed squandered.
Throughout your walk back to the League's hideout, you had debated many things, one of which had been whether or not to run away completely.
However, you had ultimately come to the unfortunate decision of returning, along with the even more unfortunate one of following the request of the person bringing you such debate in the first place.
'Make sure to bring the outfit.'
You had spent the remainder of your shift serving panda shaped rice and trying your damnedest to push away the memories of Dabi from moments prior. Afterwards, you made a quick, impulsive choice before trudging back to the hideout.
As usual, the bar was meagerly lit, a dim reflection of its inhibitors. The remnant of a fire was crackling in the corner, glowing embers a whisper of what might have once been a roaring flame.
"Finally!"
Golden eyes flashed as you turned away from the now-locked door, a pairing of arms slamming around your waist with strength that rivaled a boa constrictor. "You've been gone for, like, three days."
"Ten hours, but close enough."
Toga was, without a doubt, an interesting individual.
According to her, you were the only other female to have joined the League, in exception to a woman named Magne who had unfortunately passed a few months prior to your arrival. Apparently, this minor fact granted you an immediate friendship with the teen, even through your initial attempts to keep your distance.
"And I had to spend all afternoon with these boring people." She gestured to the room, unbothered by the fact that the insult had been directed to a group of dangerous killers, before allowing her gaze to fall on the bag in your hand. "What's that?"
She reached for it, giving a huff when you swung the satchel out of her reach. "Paperwork. Lots of paperwork."
"Can I see-"
"Sorry, but I'm ninety-percent sure sharing company information with you guys is against the law." You gave Toga an apologetic smile.
Shigaraki was slumped over the counter, nursing some cocktail Kurogiri must have crafted. "Since when have you cared about what's legal or not?"
"Since I get paid over minimum wage," you replied, moving around the girl and towards the stairs.
"So, how was work?"
Your movements came to an abrupt halt at the voice behind you. With a slow turn, you quickly averted your eyes from the man standing behind the bar. "Uneventful."
Dabi cocked an eyebrow. "Is that right?"
"Yeah," You nodded, trying to push away the image of him close to fucking you against an alleyway wall hours ago. "Pretty boring, actually."
You did not just say that.
With a soft hum, he leaned forward on the counter, forearms exposed against the marble. It took a palpable amount of self-discipline not to focus on the veins stemming from the darkened skin past his wrists.
"Night, then."
And with that, you dashed away, sprinting up the stairs and down the hall into your room. The door was quickly closed and you threw your bag to the floor.
Part of the zipper had come undone, revealing the dark fabric of your waitress uniform. It sat, almost mocking you with its inanimate presence, a representation of your diminished pride and bad decisions.
You were a villain. You were dangerous, you were powerful, and you most definitely were not supposed to be so compliant just because you thought someone was attractive.
In hindsight, you probably shouldn't have been such a brat to Dabi, but a big part of you was a bit piqued at the power he held over you. Actually, he had for a few weeks, but you had been persistent in making sure he didn't know about it.
But one unfortunate coincidence made sure he did now, and you were fucked.
And the worst thing was probably that you were voluntarily walking into said fucking on your own free will.
With narrowed eyes you glared down at the bag, trying to ignore the desire gnawing at your common sense like an attention starved animal. It pounded against the glass of rational thought, effectively capturing your attention away from each sensible reason to forget anything happened today.
But even as the pieces of logic began to tower higher, they couldn't seem to overpower those ever-influential physical desires.
You nudged the zipper further open with your toe, swiping the garment inside like it was some illegal item you were bound to become caught with. Then you slipped it over your head, smoothing the ruffled skirt over your thighs.
The mirror captured your appearance around the large crack running down the lower end. It created a fractured image as your reflection gazed back, but a pretty one nonetheless.
Despite your self-assured persona, one that was necessary for surviving the world of villainy you had been sucked into, confidence definitely hadn't come easily to you. Still, it was somewhat enjoyable to entertain the compliments you received in the regular during work hours.
A low whistle sounded through the room and you jumped, pivoting to face your intruder. Dabi leaned in the doorway, arms crossed as cerulean irises unabashedly scanned over your figure.
A frown crossed your features. "Do you know how to knock?"
"If it benefits me, sure," he shrugged, pushing off the wall and ramming the door shut with his ankle. "But I kinda like it when you're so jumpy."
An unconscious attempt to avoid the fervor of his gaze, you turned to look at the mirror again, stiffening slightly as his arms snaked over your shoulder blades. "Are you scared of me or something?"
You scoffed, eyes rolling back in annoyance. "You wish."
"Then let me look at you." He caught your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your line of sight to the left so it was forced to meet his. The corners of his lips twisted upward into a smirk. "You're adorable."
"And you're an asshole," you retorted, nodding out of his hold.
"Well, you're the one asking to be fucked by an asshole, so I guess that makes you a whore too." His grasp moved toward the top of your dress, pinky snagging the fabric to pull it open. Brazenly, he peered over at your chest.
Heat bloomed into your cheeks as you smacked his wrist away. "Perv."
"How rude," he sighed in faux-disappointment, amusement at your embarrassment underlining his tone. "And here I was, coming up with all these ways to make you feel nice."
"It's only been a few hours since I saw you. Is sex really all you think about?"
"You're assuming I started wanting to fuck you today." His mouth trailed over your neck, quickly finding a spot that had you straightening against him.
His hands slipped under your corset to massage your breasts, warmth sparking below your abdomen. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip when he pinched at your nipples.
"Come on, doll. I just want to hear those pretty noises again." He bit into your shoulder, pulling a gasp from between your lips. "There it is."
One final kiss and he withdrew, arm wrapping around yours as he drew you towards the bed.
With surprising tenderness, he pushed your body into the sheets, hands trailing beneath your skirt. His lips followed, sucking the skin of your inner thighs until you were unconsciously rolling your hips into him.
"Aww, does somebody want to be touched?" Dabi veered back, moving to cup your face. Cerulean irises burned into yours, forcing you to shift underneath their intensity. "Beg for it then."
The memory of earlier flashed in the forefront of your mind, soft embarrassment washing over with it.
"Didn't I do that already?" You rolled your eyes, missing the way his own darkened significantly at the act of defiance.
"And you'll do it again as many times as I tell you to. I'm pretty sure I established that I was the one giving orders here, sweetheart." He titled his head, features glossing over in feigned-sympathy. "But you were such a fucking mess earlier. Have I fucked you stupid already?"
His expression turned wicked, hand slipping beneath your underwear. Cruelly soft, his thumb brushed over your clit.
"I bet I could tie you up here for hours, edge you until the only thing your mind can comprehend is whether or not I'll let you come. And, the thing is, you wouldn't say shit because you're so desperate for my cock." Dabi leaned forward, breath warm and nose nudging the tip of your ear. "Now, beg."
You turned away, nails biting into your palms, perturbed at the truthfulness of his words. Even more so at the way your body was continually betraying that honesty.
With an exhale, you lowered your gaze, almost as if looking away would lessen the difficulty of the statement. "Please."
Grinning, he slipped a finger into you. "Keep going, doll. Try and make me forget what a brat you were earlier."
"I'm sorry," you groaned, cringing at how pathetic the statement sounded. "I'll say it a million times, just please touch me."
Still, it seemed to be enough for him, satisfaction flashing over his features as he pressed his mouth against yours.
"Good girl."
He watched in delight at the way you responded to his touch, the way your shoulders arched into the mattress with each thrust of his hand.
"Does it really turn you on that much when I order you around? What a slut," he laughed, wrapping his free arm around your waist to steady it. "Or do you just like dressing like one?"
"That's not-"
You were quickly cut off when he inserted another finger, curling them against your core until the only sound your words fizzled into a low groan. "Sorry, doll, but I didn't catch that. Mind repeating it for me?"
Any protest against his arrogance had dissolved, replaced by the pleasure coursing through your limbs. Although you barely discerned it, your heart jumped in excitement as he began to undo his belt with his free hand.
Still, you couldn't help the whine that came as Dabi withdrew his fingers from you, prompting a short chuckle from his direction. He aligned himself with you, tip brushing over your clit for a moment before it was replaced by his thumb once more.
It was almost torturous how slowly he pushed into you. Taking a moment, he gave you time to adjust, an act that was just as wordlessly sweet as it was agonizing to you.
He began to steadily roll his hips against yours, pace quickening slightly with the lewd sounds falling from your lips.
"Still think you can follow orders, sweetheart?"
You nodded fervently, an unspoken reply that you could barely understand in the first place.
"Then come for me."
And you did, ecstasy washing over you until mindless bliss was left alone in its wake. You unconsciously clenched around him, bringing his own release.
Even in the midst of it, his stroke over your clit continued as he eased you off your high, muttering soft praises into your ear. They carried on even as he pulled away, arms lacing under your legs and torso.
"Alright, sweetheart, come on." Dabi placed a kiss on your forehead, gently lifting you from the covers.
Brain still foggy, you buried your face into your chest, eyelids dropping in tranquil fatigue. "Where are we going?"
"Bathroom." He kicked the door open, making sure to carefully usher your form through it and into the shower. "We're getting you cleaned up and then into bed, how does that sound?"
Instead of a response, you just nodded, chest fluttering at the admiring hum he provided.
"Good." He gave your thighs a soft squeeze. "It's whatever you want, doll."
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𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥
summary: you and the general have a 'throw down' for the last panda bun in Hope Mart.
𝐏𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
“One panda meat bun, please.”
The loud chime of Hope Mart’s doors follows the two voices that utter out their order in sync, one a deep masculine and the other a chirpy feminine.
Behind the cash register, the young female employee’s eyes flicker between you and the other customer to your right, a nervous smile crawling its way onto her face at your shared dilemma.
Your brows pull down into a frown when you glance to your right, peering up to see a very much unwelcome guest. “Why are you here?”
Warumono glances down at you through his thick curls, seemingly surprised like you, at your presence.
“Panda bun.” He points a finger at the piping hot and adorable meat bun decorated in the image of a panda, that sits on the top shelf of the showcase seated atop the checkout counter.
A meat bun that was the last of its kind.
“Hard luck, pointy ears.” You say, arms crossed. “The bun’s mine.”
Panda buns—Hope Mart’s newly, limited-time hot seller— had recently become your custom after-work treat. And after a long day of patrolling, you were looking forward to enjoying the meaty treat back at home, together with your favourite tv show.
Hence, no way are you going to give up your precious bun to a despicable villain.
“Is that true?” Warumono directs at the cashier who gives him a questioning look.
“Pardon me sir?”
“Is it hers?” He clarifies, pointing again at the meat bun.
The cashier looks between you two. “Um, no sir. It isn’t.” She stutters out and you flinch.
“Then I’ll have it.” He fishes out his wallet from his left pocket, pulling out a few notes— the same time the cashier hesitantly starts retrieving his order from the display case.
However, before the transaction can be made, your hand seizes Warumono’s wrist.
“Don’t. you. dare.” You aim at both Warumono and the cashier who flinches with a quiet squeak when your head suddenly snaps in her direction to cast her a threatening glare.
You turn your gaze to Warumono. “Why should you have it? It’s unfair.”
“And why should I care about fair?” The left corner of Warumono's lips inches up into a devious smirk. “Did you forget who I am?”
“How could I?” You murmur, then heave a sigh, releasing his wrist. “Then I guess there’s only one solution.”
Warumono gives you an inquisitive look. “And what’s that?”
“We fight for it.”
And that’s how in the next moment you and Warumono come to stand outside, at the back of the store, brandishing curled fingers of one hand at each other.
“Three rounds.” You explain the conditions, after just finishing explaining the rules of the ideal solution to any decision-making problem: Rock, Paper, Scissors.
Warumono’s lips had adorned a frown throughout your entire explanation.
This wasn’t what the villain expected when you’d suggested you both fight. Though he guesses he can’t complain since he’d rather much avoid fighting you on his treasured day off.
“The winner gets the bun. The loser pays.” You finally finish explaining the conditions and Warumono nods in understanding.
He smiles an arrogant smile, and thinks to himself he has this in the bag. A recent earthling expression he’d learnt.
Though after one loss, leaving both you and him to reach a draw, he wasn’t so sure.
“Last round, villain.”
The both of you take your position, both sporting a determined expression.
You chant. “Saisho wa guu, janken pon!”
A strangled gasp escapes Warumono while a happy cheer escapes you at your splayed fingers and his fisted hand.
“Too bad sucker. That panda bun is mine.” You grin.
After his disappointing defeat, Warumono watches with mild jealousy as you snap a few selfies with your earned award.
His shoulders slump and his head hangs low. He’d finally built up the resistance over the past few weeks to eat the long-awaited delicacy, but it seems his hard work was all for naught.
From your periphery, you see Warumono’s crestfallen expression.
A villain sad over a meat bun?
The spectacle surprises you. Once again—he’d surprised you.
You frown. His defeated look makes you feel like you were stealing candy from a baby. A giant, over six feet tall baby.
You heave a defeated sigh. Then reluctantly break the bun in half. “Here.”
Warumono raises his gaze to see your outstretched hand brandishing half of the bun towards him. His brows knit in confusion.
“Just take it already.” You grit out. “I’ve got a show to catch.”
Warumono slowly retrieves the steaming bun from your hand. “Thank you.”
His words shock you and you’re even more shocked when you look up to see a smile on his face.
Your face involuntarily warms at the sight.
“Creepy.”
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hi, how have you been? I hope well :)
could you do a dreamcatcher reaction to seeing her best friend (who is also her love interest and 8th member) turning down PDA she offers and preferring another member's?
thank you in advance!!
A/N: Hello friend! I have been enjoying some much needed time from work :) Hope life is treating you well!
Warnings: fem!reader
You hadn't meant to hurt her feelings or induce a bout of jealousy; it's just that you were in a playful mood and it just so happened that she was your target.
Jiu was initially in on the fun. She played along, laughing and clapping as fake words of hurt passed her lips whenever you invaded her reach.
But as time continued and you kept up the twists and turns her playful smile kept dimming until a concerned crease appeared against her eyebrow.
You noticed that at one point she was sitting in the corner, a smile on her face that didn’t reach her eyes.
It didn’t take more than that for you to race over, lifting up one of her arms and placing it around you so you could cuddle into her side.
She felt much better after that.
It happened in the practice room.
You; happily chatting with Dami and Handong, excited for your next comeback. And then the door flies open to reveal the rest of the members; Sua is in the front with a bright smile on her face once she spots you.
She charges in your direction; loud noises following her.
You dodge just in time, pretending not to notice that she was here and making a dive for Yoohyeon to give her the biggest hug you could muster.
Sua doesn’t let you live it down.
It was a game you sometimes found yourselves playing.
‘Act’ like there is no one else in the room one Vlive and then pretend like the other doesn’t exist during the next.
It was all in good fun, and the members sometimes joined in.
But then there was days where she could surprise you; throw a spanner in the works so to speak.
Pulling you away from whoever you were hugging and declaring her love and ‘jealousy’ out loud.
Handong knew what you were like when you were in a playful mood.
And even she can’t deny that the emotion spreads like a wildfire if the whole group are sharing the same vibes.
But there are days where she would just like to sit at the sides with you and bask in the others’ antics while you both throw in jabs and disses when they Sua were being that extra bit more weird than usual.
But today it was Dami at her side; her gaze flickering to you, the cheeky smile on your face, and the arm you had around Gahyeon.
She knows what you’re doing, and she won’t fall for your games.
The moment you are out of her arms and in someone else's she is running after you in an attempt to drag you right back.
Sometimes she will whine, other times she will silently pout at you while burning holes into the back of your head.
Most of the time you fail to resist her attempts, loving the way her whole body practically beams once she wins you back over to her side.
“It’s her eyes,” you tell people when they look at you with that knowing smile.
If you are expecting something physical from Dami then sorry friend I don’t know what to tell you.
If she is sharing your jovial mood she might link her arm with your and drag you closer to her side in a silent declaration but otherwise you’re simply going to get a brooding panda watching you from the corner.
To be fair it isn’t often you do chose to swap her company for someone else’s; playfully or otherwise.
How dare you avoid her love and affection who do you think you are??
The moment you dodge she gives you that look where her eyes are wide and she looks lightly alarmed before you’re quickly covering your ears just as the “YAH!” leaves her lips.
Sometimes the person you’ve clung onto will actually push you over to Gahyeon to save their own ears.
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Prompt 6 of 12 with Inumaki Toge x Blind!Reader
This follows along the same sort of line as my Cursed Technique Headcannons. The reader’s technique involves their eyes, so while they’re not completely blind, their eyes don’t work in a conventional manner.
As relationships go, you can imagine what yours must look like to the outside eye.
You and Inumaki have been a couple since your second year, you’ve been through absolute hell together and that’s no joke, yet neither of you had done much “growing up” in that time, which is to say, both of you still silently judge people.
You used to do it every time your classmates dragged you, the blind sorcerer, into the middle of Tokyo to go shopping. Without your cursed energy your eyes were basically useless, but damn could you smell when some businessman walked past you, drowning in cologne.
You got pretty good at judging people by their smell, and Toge, ever the sweetheart, would give you the description to match the smell of Playboy perfume or just straight smoke.
You always shared your earbuds, Maki would gag at you two being “gross and couply” when in reality it was just so Toge could type to speech directly into your ear.
Back then you’d been mildly thankful that he’s limited to onigiri speak, because that boy was a savage, these days, you know him to be savage even if all he can say is tuna-mayo.
The two of you now own an apartment near the city centre, prime territory for people watching. Through arduous training, you can now make out silhouettes with the naked eye, but hardly bother straining yourself when you’re perfectly adapted to living without your eyes.
‘Toge, I’m home!’ You announced, placing your cane beside the door, its evening resting place beside your coat and house keys.
You heard your partner in the kitchen area, and kicked off your boots before padding in that direction. You have your home memorised by now, and easily skirt around corners and furniture. You thought you had dodged the bar, only to knock your knees into some alien object and collapse onto something relatively soft.
An indignant squeak involuntarily leaves your lips as you face plant onto what you now recognise, as your couch, turning your cheek to huff at your boyfriend. ‘Very funny Toge.’
His sweet, charming chuckle almost convinces you to let it go. Almost.
‘You’re not allowed in the kitchen.’ He informs you in a whisper. He’s no longer limited to onigiri ingredients as when he was a teenager, but any direct command would be accompanied by his curse. He chooses his words carefully, and speaks softly, which is no problem to your hearing.
‘You could have just said that instead of tripping me with a whole ass couch you ass!’
‘Tuna.’
Rolling your eyes, you sit yourself up on the pilfered couch, deciding you may as well be comfortable as you sniff the air. ‘Why can’t I go in the kitchen?’
‘Bonito flakes.’
Laughing, you turn your head in his general direction. ‘You let Panda in here again, didn’t you?’
‘...kelp?’
‘Maybe is not an answer!’ Despite your objections, you can’t help but laugh. Panda’s been trying to learn to cook for Yaga’s birthday, and your sweet boyfriend tries to help, forgetting that he’s a little chaos goblin and wreaks havoc every time he’s left alone with his friend.
You can’t be too upset about it, though you can imagine that your kitchen is a mess, you can’t exactly see it. If anything of value was lost, Toge would tell you.
Relaxing into your seat, you can’t smell anything burning or hear any porcelain being swept up, which already makes an improvement from last time Panda came over to practise.
‘Do I smell Yuuta?’
Toge merely hums, you can hear the splash of water and clinking plates. Washing up.
‘I’m amazed the house is even standing. Maki must have been here then, Lord knows you three are agents of chaos if left alone.’
Suddenly, soft, warm hands gently cup over your ears, deafening the world to you. Once, you might have panicked, but with Toge, there’s no fear. Your trust in him is absolute, and not because it has to be, but because you want to trust him.
Tenderly, he urges your head back, thumbs caressing your soft skin as you feel his lips brush the lightest of kisses to your brow, slowly dragging his fingers into your hair.
Relaxing completely into him, your eyes roll shut, breathing deeply as your lover plants his soft lips over your cheek, then your jaw, words barely a whisper against your ear.
‘(Y/N), you can be a real ass sometimes, you know that?’
A lazy chuckle is all you can be bothered to produce, turning your head to catch his lips with yours for a quick peck.
Toge pulls away, you hear fabric rustling and sense him diving over the back of the couch to sit beside you, pulling you into a deeper kiss.
The day you’d walked in from melted away as a smile curled your lips. ‘Oh yeah? You should hear the things I don’t say.’
You can practically hear him rolling his eyes, kissing you again, and again. He smells of cinnamon and flower, a touch of chocolate, hinting that your sweetheart has been baking sweets all day, promising your taste buds much joy.
You still say he tastes best.
#jjk fluff#inumaki toge#toge x reader#domestic bliss#established relationship#post cannon#no spoilers#teeth rotting fluff
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HEY I THINK A PART OF THE VDAY POST IS MISSING WHERE'D SAPNAP'S HAPPY ENDING GO (/pos that destroyed me)
IM SORRY dream booked a reservation at a restaurant they'd all been talking about going too outside of town but as he greets george at the front door he grows confused when sapnap doesn't come barreling down the stairs to greet him. now that he thinks about it he didn't see sapnap for the day, missing out of the heart shaped pancakes he made that morning an the sleepy cuddles him and george shared that afternoon. if fact he hasn't seen sapnap a lot that week but it was probably long hours of streaming that made him tired
yeah that was it
without much thought dream ran up to sapnaps room, knocking on the door before cracking it open, trying to hide his giddiness at the upcoming date.
"sapnap? ready to go?" he said into the room but with came no response.
"sapnap?" he called again this time pushing the door fully open and walking into his room. it was a mess, and he knew it couldn't be because of naomi and milo since they were off at his parents house.
his bed sheets were scattered across the floor, the lamp on his bedside table layed shattered on the ground and pillows were thrown haphazardly around the room. it didn't take long for dream to finally register the shower coming from sapnaps bathroom, his concern for the mess leaving as he placed where the youngest was.
"I can't believe your still bathing sap-"
But his words stopped in his throat at the sight. Sapnap sat on the floor of the shower, legs curled up against his chest, head burried between his knees as heavy sobs shook his entire body. the sound of the door opening startled him, jumping up so quickly from the ground he slipped and panicked, arm shooting out to hold onto the wrack that held his shampoo, the bottle falling to the floor with. aloud bang.
"Dream?" Sapnaps voice cracked, arms shotting to cover his naked form.
Dream wasted no time in walking into the shower, not caring that his suit was in direct line of the water shooting out against his back, both of his hands cupping sapnap's cheeks
"What's wrong pandas?"
And sapnap breaks, falling into dreams chest, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist as mumbled giberish escaped him mouth. Dream just continued to hold him tighter, rocking them side to side as he buried his face into his shoulder
Suddenly the water stops and george appeared standing outside with a concerned face, wrapping his suit jacket around sapanaps shoulders, kissing his now clothed colarbone
"Let's get you out of here sappy,"
Sapnap let them guide him out of the shower and into some frsh clothes (dreams hoodie and georges sweats) dream and george also get undressed into something more comfotable, forgetting all about their plans as they squish sapnap between then in dreams bed, dreams hand combing through sapnaps hair and georges leg throwing over his hip
"I'm sorry for ruining your day," sapnap managed to mumbled into dreams chest, wipping his eyes and pulling back a bit to shoot them. a forced smile, "You guys can go now ill be fine,"
"Are you kidding sap? We're not leaving you after that." george scroffs, pressing a kiss to the back of his head
"Not until you feel better nick, we're here for you. always okay?"
"But you were thought," sapnap muttered softly, tears prickling at his eyes once more, "Leave i mean,"
"Not without you babe," dream said confused but keeping his voice soft, "never without you,"
"You never asked."
"What do you me-"
"YOU NEVER ASKED!" this time sapnap screamed, a chocked cry following his words, "I'm not suppose to be here youre not suppose to be here," His breath becomes short, "You don't want me here,"
george stayed confused, trying his best to calm sapmap down as it all clicked in dreams head
"We never asked..." he whsipered back, "Sapnap i- I'm so sorry. I didn't mean- I just assumed you knew you'd be our valentine,"
"You didn't ask?" George whisper shouted over sapnap head, hand reaching over to slap dream's arm, "What do you mean you didn't ask?"
"hey it's okay.. i mean I get it," sapnap broke the intense glare between his boyfriends, "I guess I just thought since you did a whole thing for george you would do something for me too? But i mean you've never done anything before so maybe that was dumb of me to freak out about haha,"
"I can't fucking believe this-" george mumbled, turning sapnap around to face him, "we wanted you here the entire time sapnap, always. im sorry this idiot forgot to ask you,"
"George is right i am an idiot. The biggest fucking idiot of course you'd want to be asked. it was dumb of me to think otherwise, i shouldnt of assumed," Dream sighed, squeezing him tightly, "I'm so fucking sorry nick, do you-"
"-want to be my valentine?" George cut him off smugly, taking hold of sapnaps hands.
Sapnap smilled softly, nodding his head.
"HA! I got him first! ya snooze ya loose dingus,"
"WAIT THATS NOT FAIR!"
"IT IS NOW!"
"GUYS!" sapnap giggled, whipping his face, "You both are idiots."
They both softly agreed, cuddling back into his body.
"I'll make it up to you pandas, I promise. I fucking swear it," dream whispered, yawning loadly
"We both will," George said, "Now.. it's time for a nap..."
Sapnap couldn't remember the last time he slept so soundly in the past week, eagerly anticipating what tomorrow would bring him
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Ten Random Lines
Thanks for tagging me @chicgeekgirl89!
Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.
1. What Happens in Tokyo
“Now there’s something I haven’t heard in forever,” Eric commented. “There’s a severe lack of nicknames in our company. And novelty pajama pants.”
“Well, I can help you with the first one, but sadly we did not pack any pants with pandas or cacti on them.”
2. The Bruises that Never Fade
Kensi made a sharp noise, her hand squeezing around his, but didn’t interrupt.
“It was like I was ten all over again. I could almost feel the bruises on my legs and arms.”
3. A Moment to Ourselves
Deeks licked his bottom lip, eyes impossibly blue with desire and now focused on her mouth.
She reached for his face at the same time he backed her up against the closed door, kissing her with enough intensity to make her gasp. Her hands fisted in his hair, drawing him even closer as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his hips.
4. Passing It On
“Yeah, what you did to those lights violate anyone’s standard. It could be considered a criminal act by some people,” Deeks interjected. Kensi rolled her eyes, resting a hand on her hip.
5. Raccoons
“Kens, it’s just dinner. Doesn’t have to be anything else,” Deeks tells hers. Even though he’d love it he do much more. Kensi presses her lips together, eyes conflicted. She hesitates, then crosses between their desks, and Deeks’ breath catches.
6. Type A
“Estoy bien. Solo necesito dormir,” she insisted, falling into Spanish as she often did when she was tired or particularly emotional. In direct contrast to her words, Rosa shivered, her eyes slipping shut. Deeks swore her cheeks were more flushed than a minute ago.
7. Looking Our For a Friend
“You’re doing fine, Deeks,” Sam assured him. “How’s Rosa doing?”
“Better. Though I think my mom is driving her crazy by now.”
“Sounds about right. Nothing like family to annoy the sick out of you.”
8. Thankful Indeed
“Why would she hate us? Everyone loves green bean casserole,” Kensi comments with a frown like he’s crazy. “Ooh, give me a pupusa. And a roll.”
“This is Kensi’s favorite day of the year,” Deeks stage-whispers to Rosa, who giggles.
9. An Ally
“So that’s OPS where Nell and Eric, otherwise known as the Wonder Twins rule. You’ll love them,” Deeks explained, calling back on his experience leading campus tours in college. “They do all kinds of wizardry that the rest of us can’t even begin to comprehend.”
“Can’t wait,” Jeff said, smiling as he followed along at a leisurely pace.
10. Another Us
“It’s the principle of the matter. She testified against you before and, therefore; has the capability to do so again if the tides should change,” Mozzie responded evenly and with the air that there was no other valid option.
“You sure it’s not any other reason you don’t want Sara around?” Neal asked, eyeing Mozzie pointedly.
Tagging @glenncoco4 and @wanna-be-bold if they would like to.
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“Ooh, Toshi,” Nana sat besides them, almost shoulder to shoulder with All Might, “I choose you because I believed in your dream, and I will never regret it.”
En sat besides her. “You mostly choose him because you found him beating up men twice his size in an alleyway. He was barely standing up and covered in blood and still ready to fistfight you.”
#cro answers#blou babe#flower wip#sometimes i write#ghosts au#there are many cons to being a one for all user au#the direct follow up of what I shared to Panda#i mean this is a great motivator to write more
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not shy
megumi was not shy around his crush — and that’s a fucking lie.
request: shy megumi who is really flustered around his crush + his friends and gojo-sensei helping him confess
note: this is fluff and a semi crack fic too LOL i hope you guys enjoy this, i had a lot of fun with this one! unedited too, as usual!
word count: 4.5k
masterlist !
playlist made by the lovely @savantsoulfinder thank you so much!
“Yo, Megumi-kun, can you take—” Satoru halted in his steps, following the trail of sight that his dark-haired student seemed to be so enamoured in to not even notice his teacher walk his way. “What are you staring at?” when his gaze landed on you, head thrown back in laughter and slapping Panda’s arm over Yuuji’s joke, Satoru’s eyes beamed even under the blindfold. “Oh? You like Y/N?”
Upon hearing your name, Megumi immediately snapped back to life. He scoffed and turned away from you, scowling to himself with his arms crossed against his chest. “No, I don’t. I don’t like anyone.” So defensive.
“Is that so?” Satoru teased while biting back his laughter, “Guess you won’t mind if I call her then. Hey, Y/N!”
“Gojo-sensei, what’re you doing?!” Megumi grabbed his teacher’s sleeve, whisper-hissing and cursing under his breath when Satoru caught your attention. You waved at them both, skipping until you were getting impossibly closer and closer and closer.
“Well, I don’t want you to carry these all alone. You’re gonna need some help.”
“I’m perfectly fine – h-hi.”
Shit, you were now here. You smiled up at him, hands folded below your bottom before tipping your head to the side, looking under Megumi’s ducked head to see his face. “Hey there, Megumi! Looking cute today,” you winked, causing the poor boy to blush madly. You never noticed, though, your attention now taken by your teacher turning red as he stopped his laughter. “Gojo-sensei! You called me?”
“Oh yeah, you’re just right on time. I was going to ask Megumi here to bring these books all back to my office but it’s probably too heavy for him so I asked—”
“It’s not heavy,” Megumi took the books that Satoru placed in your welcoming arms, the slightest touch sending jolts of electricity down his spine. He pulled away and clutched the books closer to himself at the sudden buzz, narrowing his eyes at his teacher who obviously couldn’t mind his own business. “I can carry it by myself.”
“I still wanna help, and I really don’t mind. Plus, I haven’t talked to you in a long time. I actually kind of feel like you’re avoiding me,” you pouted, and that simple gesture had Megumi feeling like he was sinking deeper into the ground.
He was ready for the whole world to swallow him up.
Satoru took pleasure in Megumi’s reddish ears and clenched jaw, cupping his own jaw with his hands as if to mock. “Aw, Megumi, why would you avoid precious Y/N? Did she do something wrong to you?”
“No, she didn’t.”
“Well, if there’s nothing wrong, you two better scoot before you get late to your other class!”
“Alright, see you around, Gojo-sensei!” Shit, why were you such a good girl? Now he was stuck with you, and Megumi huffed while hesitantly sharing the books with him. You walked close enough to him that he caught a slight whiff of your shampoo, the scent clouding over his usually sharp mind. Now, though, Megumi could barely recognize the hallways he walked on, relying only on you to lead the way. “So...how’ve you been?”
“Fine.”
“How about your studies? We have an exam next week – maybe you want to study together? Inumaki-senpai and I were supposed to have a study group with the others but everyone just wants to study by themselves,” you turned to him with a small smile, “I do better when I’m with someone though.”
Megumi managed to give you a split second glance before he darted his eyes back in front of him again, swallowing audibly because he couldn’t understand why you had to look so pretty smiling like that.
His palms grew sweaty with each passing second, and he grimaced at the uncomfortably feeling of his collar getting sticky. “Uh, wh-where would we study? We don’t have a library or anything.”
“The training grounds is refreshing, but I’d like it to do it better in my room.”
“Do what?” Megumi halted in his steps, his eyes blown wide at your words.
“Study, of course. What else?”
He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be worried that you frowned in confusion, almost as if you didn’t understand the weight of your words. But then again, you’d always been so damn oblivious that it made sense. Megumi shook his head, continuing on to the teacher’s office before remembering he still lost his sense of direction, so he bit his lip, obediently following you around like a puppy.
“You shouldn’t just invite anyone to your room, you know.”
Once you both made it to the empty room, you carefully placed the books down on Satoru’s desk. He raised a brow at the extra detail you put into, tongue peeking out from the edges of your lips as you made sure all of them were placed together neatly.
Satisfied with your work, you clapped your hands and turned to him.
“I’m not. You’re not just anyone to me, Megumi,” Suddenly, you leaned over him, his mind screaming at him when your lips lowered down to his neck. Megumi’s spine stiffened so quick he might as well be a flat board, his chin pressed to his neck when he felt your teeth graze his exposed skin for a moment. “There’s a loose thread,” you showed him a small thread with a small smile, which fell as fast when you saw Megumi standing uncomfortably straight. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to invade your personal space like that!” “I’m a little weird, aren’t I? That would explain why you’ve been avoiding me. Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No, it’s not that...it’s just...”
“Just what?”
His mind blanked. Ask him anything about curses or their history and pretty much anything – he’d be able to answer – but not this. They didn’t teach this in the books and out of frantic nervousness, Megumi ended up spewing the first thing he could think of, his brows drawn together that only added to his intimidating look.
“I’m just annoyed that you scored higher than me on the previous exam.”
“Oh,” you fell for it, snapping your fingers together as you laughed. Somehow, the sound of your melodious laughter had his shoulders easing from the tension, the smallest of smiles hinting at the edge of his lips. Gosh, he was so whipped for you. “Was that really it? I thought you were avoiding me for something serious! Well, how about this, let’s study together and let’s see who’s the smarter one. The loser will get tickled to death!”
“I haven’t even agreed to that condition yet.”
“Okay, what do you want if you win?”
Megumi blushed as he blurted out, “You.”
Before he could regret what he just said, you scrunched your nose and pointed to yourself. “Me what? You want me to do something? You want me to buy you ice cream or—”
“Never mind,” he mumbled behind his palm that was now covering his mouth, refusing to show you that he actually wanted to laugh at how naive you could be. Not that he was complaining; it saved him great pain that you could never know his feelings for you. “I’ll ask for it when I’m sure I’ll win.”
“Ah, not a man of uncalculated risks, I see,” you ruffled his hair, the poor boy stiffening up again under your touch. “This is why I like you so much. You’re so thoughtful.”
“Please don’t touch my hair.”
Megumi was complaining, his shoulders raised beside his ears while he scowled at you, but the way a small, almost inaudible purr left his lips said otherwise. He didn’t want you touching his hair – only because he was shy and it would be the death of him if you saw how easily flustered he was around you.
Thankfully, you showered mercy upon him, raising your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, we should go back to class now.”
Megumi sighed in relief, content for now to walk you all the way back to class as you talked about your day. He wasn’t actually listening, but a stupid smile was there on his face, anyway. He likened the sound of your voice to those of birds chirping and sunshine waking – and he felt like he was the fresh earth you always kissed.
“You’re going to burn a hole in her if you keep staring at her like that.”
“Shut up,” Megumi averted his eyes away from you, stabbing his yogurt with his plastic fork. A part of him felt annoyed that you just had to look so pretty today, your bright voice filling in the cafeteria that put his constant sour mood to shame. The stark difference between you two made Megumi sigh in his seat, abandoning his fork as he leaned back. There was no way you’d like him back. “I wasn’t looking at anyone.”
“Ugh, why are boys so creepy? Staring at Y/N like that, ew.”
Yuuji ignored Nobara’s comment, and for once, Megumi let it slide when Nobara stealed his untouched yogurt. “Why don’t you just tell her you like her? She’s literally the sweetest person ever – the chances of her turning you down are low!”
Nobara snorted, “Yeah, but if the sweetest girl in school rejects you, that’s really humiliating. That would mean she likes everyone but you.”
Satoru popped out of nowhere – that stupid blindfolded bastard who started all this – his arms looped around Yuuji’s neck whose entire face illuminated at having his favourite teacher around. “I think the scary-looking Megumi-chan is actually just too shy to be confess,” he wiggled his eyebrows, pointing a finger fun to Megumi’s deadly narrowed gaze. “Can you believe it? My dark, brooding student is hopelessly in love with the cute, sunshine girl next door that he’s so scared around her? Isn’t that so adorable—”
“Everyone shut up!” he hissed through gritted teeth, “I’m not scared of anyone or anything.”
“Then tell her you like her.”
“Fine, I will.”
“I bet you ten dollars he won’t do it,” Satoru whispered, the two students who shared one brain cell beside him nodding eagerly.
“I said I will!”
“Good morning, Megumi! Come in, come in,” you ushered him in once he stood frozen at your door, his hands now awkwardly clutching his own notes. “You can take a seat on the bed.”
Megumi wasn’t nervous of the fact this was his first time visiting a girl’s room, but rather because it was yours, and each part of your room resembled you greatly. From the organized and clean space, but the noticeable adorable little trinkets and polaroids of you with everyone sticking on the wall, he could feel your entire soul living in that room. When his eyes landed on an old photo of you holding up the peace sign and noticed for the first time he was standing in the background, unaware he was captured in the frame, Megumi inhaled sharply.
Had you pretended to take a selfie just to see him there?
No, he shook his head, there was just no way. He really couldn’t ponder about it long enough because you’d dragged him by the sleeve until he was sitting right next to you, the fresh scent of your body wash making him feel stunningly warm inside his clothes even when the windows were open.
The whole time, Megumi couldn’t absorb a single thing you were saying.
He was just too distracted by everything about you – the way your lips moved when you spoke, how you’d tuck back a stray hair behind your ear, even to the way your mouth would form an ‘o’ shape as you learned something new. No, he couldn’t focus at all.
Megumi has lost count of the times he’d wiped his shaky, sweaty palms on the pads of his sweatpants, hitching his breath every time you leaned close to him to glance at his notes.
At this rate, he’d be the loser in your little competition. It was just impossible for him to focus on anything else.
“Megumi?” you waved your hands in front of him. When it wasn’t enough to get his attention, you resorted to flicking his forehead and he yelped, rubbing at the sore spot. He faced you, a complaint ready to be spoken when his eyes widened at the sudden lack of proximity, your nose booping against his. “Hello, Megumi? I’ve asked you the same question twice now and you haven’t answered yet.”
As nicely as he could, he pushed your face away, his heart thumping loudly when you laughed as you went back to your own space. “Sorry, could you repeat that? I wasn’t really listening.”
“Yeah, I can tell, you were just staring at me the whole time,” you held your phone up in front of your face, checking your reflection on the screen on different angles. He watched, enchanted by how gorgeous you looked no matter what side. “Is there something on my face...? I’ve been checking non-stop and I don’t see anything weird.”
Megumi swallowed nervously, “There’s nothing wrong with your face. I just can’t focus. You’re too close and I-I can smell you.”
“Do I smell bad?!”
“No, you don’t! You smell really sweet!”
“Aw, thanks! You smell sexy too,” you winked at him, wiggling your shoulders as if to share your scent with him. Megumi’s eyes widened when your shoulder rubbed against his, and he recoiled, arm placed over his nose to hide his emotions that were a train wreck right now.
“Sexy?” he spluttered, “Why would you say – me – sexy? You’re so weird, Y/N. You shouldn’t say stuff like that.”
You patted his thigh in a manner that should be comforting, but the teasing smile on your face only had him wanting to jump out the window even more. Then, you stood up and stretched the material of your shirt riding up until he caught sight of your navel. Megumi turned away and closed his eyes, cheeks trapped between his teeth. “We should take a break. Treat’s on me – where do you want to go?”
“Err,” he scratched the back of his head.
“Oh, don’t look too worried, it’s a weekend. Plus, Gojo-Sensei isn’t around to bother us or something.”
“You...you want to go out...” he drawled out slowly, tentatively, surely – just to make sure that he was hearing it right. “...with me?”
“Yeah, I did just ask where you want to go.”
“Oh,” Megumi nodded with a blank face. Then, your words sank in, and he folded his knees to his chest to hide his face and his sickly sweet smile, the butterflies in his stomach progressing into a fucking zoo. “Oh.”
“Are you sick? You’re so red,” your palm connected with his heated forehead, “Megumi, you’re burning! Should I take you to Ieri-san?”
“No, no, I’m fine,” he pushed your hand away, still repudiating to look you in the eye. He just couldn’t, not when you were too inquisitive and he could easily give a dead clue before he got the chance to properly confess. “I mean, I don’t really have a certain place in mind. I’ll go wherever you want to go.”
He should’ve noticed it then – the mischievous glint in your eye that told him you weren’t up to no good. But because his knees always weakened around you, Megumi agreed way too eagerly than he’d like. “Just make sure you don’t regret it, okay? There’s something I’ve always been wanting to try but I never got the chance to and no one wanted to go with me, so you’ll be my willing victim!” And so, half an hour later, Megumi’s jaw dropped as the chill of the arena nipped at his skin. You didn’t even tell him to bring a jacket. “Ta-da!”
“Ice skating?”
You nodded happily, dragging him all the way to the shoe fittings. “It’s going to be fun, come on!”
“But I don’t know how to.”
“Neither do I!” Megumi wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t know how to. No matter how much he tried so hard to learn, he just couldn’t balance himself. The sound of your laughter that let him know you enjoyed this way too much reached his ears as he glared at the ice, his ears red either from the cold or the humiliation of being an utter failure in front of you, of all people! “Need some help there, buddy?”
“I’m fine, thanks for asking. And no, I can do this by myself.”
You masked your chuckle with a snicker, squatting to watch as he struggled to heave himself up back to his feet. “Really? You’ve fallen like, a hundred times now.”
“Shut up. Humans aren’t naturally supposed to do this anyway. We don’t have a human instinct to be upright – whoa!” Megumi slipped again from the ice, this time knocking you down with him. Instead of it being romantic where you two ended up gazing at each other with love in your eyes, your eyes widened into saucers as his elbow landed into your belly, crushing the wind out of your body.
“Ow!”
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to – ugh, this is why I said it was a bad idea!”
All the way back home, Megumi was still entirely convinced it was a bad idea. You were limping beside him, having to use his bicep as a crutch with your head resting on his shoulder. You and your stupid ideas, really, now you were injured and sprained your ankle from the fall. Instead of worrying about your own safety, you only slapped your knee in laughter as the medics fixed you up, still in disbelief that Megumi had fallen a lot of times yet came out unscathed.
“Megumi~ are you still mad at me? Why won’t you talk to me?” you pouted, squeezing his bicep to get his attention.
“It’s because I told you it was dangerous. Look at you – your knees are all scraped and your legs are all wobbly. We’ve still got a long way back home.”
“Maybe you should carry me then.”
“C-carry you?”
“Yeah, so I don’t fall,” you snorted, pointing to your shoeless ankle covered in bandages. “I mean, it was your fault I’m injured. If you hadn’t fallen for me, then this wouldn’t have happened.”
Fallen for you? Did you know that he – ? Megumi’s head snapped to yours so hard he nearly had whiplash, but the only thing he could focus on was the pounding of drums within his chest. “F-fall? How did you know?”
“Megumi, you literally fell on top of me. Don’t think I’ve forgotten already.”
That had him blinking back, his face flattening into a blank expression. Then, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stopped in his tracks. “Sometimes I forget you’re terribly naive.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing. Now get on,” With burning cheeks and a heart that fluttered way too much than what was considered healthy, Megumi squatted down to the ground, patting his back with a groan. You less than jumped into his arms, a little too excited to get a piggyback ride and Megumi expressed his faux distress with a groan. You only pinched his ear and told him to pay you back for your injuries, which made him complain again.
In the end, he was just happy you couldn’t see how much he struggled to hide his smile then, for if you saw it, you’d surely believe he was crazy.
Or so he thought. By the time you’d gotten back to the dorms, you were long passed out on his back. There was a small patch of drool on the back of his shirt and he shuddered, then wiped it away by whispering to himself, it’s okay – as long as it’s you.
Padding back to the dorms wasn’t as difficult as he thought it would be, considering everyone was almost asleep or out to the city as well.
Megumi gently laid you down on the bed, wrapping the blanket around you and making sure your head was comfortable on the pillow. He stayed there for a solid minute, just staring and memorizing your pretty features until he felt confident he could draw it upon memory. Not wanting to be creepy though, he cleared his throat, about to leave the room when your fingers tugged at his wrist.
“Megumi,” you moaned sleepily, “Don’t go. It’s too cold.”
“I’ll get you another blanket.”
“No, stay,” you whined, patting the space next to you. “Please?”
“To sleep here with you?” he asked, baffled and at the same time elated. The last thing he wanted to be was a pervert and he’d never outright admit that his thoughts of you hadn’t always been giggles and rainbows, but he pushed those down, reminding himself that this is you – he respected you above all else. His self restraint slowly thinned though, whatnot with you pouting up at him like that.
Megumi groaned and took off his shoes anyway, planting himself beside you. “This is insane. I think I’m losing my mind,” he muttered to himself. “Move over and make space for me,” you obediently followed his command, using his bicep as a pillow while your cheek squished against his chest. He wondered how you weren’t bothered by his heart’s beating, or maybe it soothed you to sleep because you were falling deeper and deeper asleep, burying yourself in his arms. “God, this is so uncomfortable. I feel like I’m crushing you—”
“So warm,” you cut him off, his mind turning completely mental as he felt your lips pad over his chin. “Goodnight, Megumi.”
How did you expect him to sleep now?
But as soon as you’d settled and only your stabled breathing could be heard from the room, Megumi’s eyes began to droop as well, and it didn’t take long before his arms relaxed around you, lazily pulling the covers up to cover the both of you.
He’ll tell you another time.
“MEGUMI!” you pushed through everyone and showed him your paper, the bold red mark of 100 glaring back at him. Before he could respond, you stole his test paper from him, laughing at the sad 98 that showed. “Ah, I won!” In the blink of an eye, you’d tackled him to the ground, your knees keeping his legs locked underneath you, test papers flying around the field. Your hands were relentless and brutal as it ran and poked up his sides, eliciting squeaky little gasps from him.
“Stop, stop!” Megumi doubled over in laughter, keeping his feet flat on the ground to prevent himself from accidentally kneeing you. He’d hurt you enough during the ice skating dilemma – he didn’t want to cause you anymore injuries. “No, stop!”
“I won, Megumi, I won! Face the tickle monster!”
“I said stop or else!” he warned, completely aware that he wasn’t as threatening or serious as he wanted to be when tears leaked from his eyes, his laughter embarrassingly giggly and high pitched.
“Or what, loser?”
“I’ll kiss you until you shut up!”
“That’s adorable, but let’s see you try!” you kept tickling his sides, the both of you completely oblivious that the rest of your classmates – your teacher who was more than supportive of this pairing included – were hiding behind a bush, their phones whipped out to capture each second of this moment. “Loser!”
As you mocked him one more time that you wouldn’t stop tickling “losers,” Megumi had to draw the line. Using all his strength, he flipped you over until you were underneath him, the sheer force of the impact keeping you nestled between his arms.
Both of you were panting, but this time his breath was taken away from how beautiful you looked under him like that. Such innocent eyes staring back up at him, but don’t think for a moment he didn’t notice how your eyes trailed over his lips. He knew – because he was doing the same, his grip subconsciously gripping harder at your wrists. If he leaned down...
“This is taking too long!” someone whined from behind the bushes, tips of white hair peaking from the plant. “Just kiss her already!”
Both of you turned at the source of the voice, simultaneously shouting, “Gojo-sensei?!”
“Don’t be shy, Megumi-kun! Just tell her already or I’ll tell her myself.”
“Tell me what?”
Now that your face was peering up at him, he knew he was trapped. Cornered. Megumi closed his eyes, hands trembling and losing their grip around you as he was confronted by the situation. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner,” he fumbled over his words, “But I...I actually—”
“Boring! What kind of confession is this? Say it louder and clearer or she won’t be impressed! Is that how a man does it, Megumi-kun? You can do better—”
“All of you, shut the fuck up!” he roared to his peers who only cackled around the bushes, Yuuji and Gojo-sensei doubling over in laughter while Toge bit his collar to stop the gleeful sounds leaving his mouth. Irritation and humiliation bubbling up in his chest, Megumi finally found the courage to confess. “I like you, okay? I’ve always had a crush—”
You sat up to wrap your arms around his neck, silencing him with a sloppy kiss. At first, your lips kissed the edges of his mouth before Megumi groaned, his large hand clasping the back of your neck to guide you to where he wanted you to be. Smiling through the kiss, you pulled away, rubbing your nose on him affectionately. “Me too, Megumi,” you giggled, “I like you too. Actually, no, I fell in love the moment you almost broke your nose on the ice—” he cut you off by kissing you again, his grip on your waist threatening, “Hey, no fair, I was still confessing!”
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ll kiss you to make you shut up,” his confidence had now risen up, all traces of the shy Megumi now gone. “Now tell me that again. Tell me you like me.”
“Okay, but can I get another kiss?”
“You’ll be spoiled rotten.”
“I think I deserve it, don’t you think? I’m pretty cute – you’re lucky you get to kiss—” Megumi tugged you by your collar to slam your lips on his, his teeth nibbling at your lower lip. You tugged at his hair playfully and laughed, slapping his shoulder gently to tap out. “Fine, fine. I like you too!”
“Say it again. Please.”
“Not so shy now, eh, Megumi?” Satoru teased for the final time, and Megumi was so close to bursting a vein in his neck when his teacher showed up from the bushes, sexily posing on the grass as he winked at the both of you.
“SHUT UP!”
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Uhhhhh I have no explanation for this
ALSO this is me revealing myself to @gnfof It's me! Panda Fucker anon!!
Just being bored in class
Enjoy!
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Beg For It
SMUTTTTT
Paring: Sub!Dream + Dom!George + Dom!Reader
Summary: I feel like it would be fairly easy to break Dream when he's really tired. Getting him to beg to cum is just ahhhhh
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"Dream, please go sit down. You need a break."
"But-"
"Nope, go sit in the room." She cut him off, pointing to the direction of their shared bedroom. "And be quiet, George is sleeping."
Dream stood up and trudged to the room. He slowly pushed open the door, spotting George curled up in bed. Not wanting to risk waking him up, Dream sat down in a chair in the corner of the room and pulled out his phone. Seconds later Y/N walked in and made her way over to Dream. She sat herself down on his lap, sliding her hands up and down the lengths of his arms.
"You okay baby?" she asked.
"M tired." he answered. Y/N raised his head, making him look her in the eyes. She leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips, earning a annoyed whine from Dream. She giggled before going back in for another kiss, this one longer and passionate. Dream rested his hands on her waist, gently pulling her closer. A quiet groan escaped Dream as Y/N began to slowly grind against him.
"But George." He mumbled.
"Shh, it's okay. Let me help you." She said, standing up. "Close your eyes and give me a sec." Dream did as he was told, closing his eyes and resting his arms on the arm rests.
George carefully got up from his spot on the bed and quietly grabbed the handcuffs from under his pillow. He cautiously attached the handcuffs to the chair while Y/N made her way to the other side.
"I have a surprise for you but I need to finish putting it on." She told Dream. She mouthed 'now' to George and together they put the cuffs on Dreams wrists, keeping him bound to the chair.
"What the hell?" He, eyes bursting open and pulling against the handcuffs.
"What's wrong Dream?" George teasingly asked. Dream pulled on his restraints again, trying to free himself.
"Relax, George and I will give you a nice show." Y/N whispered in his ear, earning a low groan. Y/N walked around his chair, pushing George back onto the bed. She lowered herself to her knees, running her hands up and down his legs before her fingers hooked on the loops of his pants, pulling them down, along with his underwear. George groaned as his erection was freed.
"You ready? Y/N asked, gently pumping him. George nodded his head, looking at her with hopeful eyes.
George's head fell back the moment her lips wrapped around him. He moaned her name as she flicked her tongue over his slit, sucking lightly.
Y/N hummed as she took all of him in her mouth, peering up at him through her lashes. A smiled curled over her lips as the most delicious sounds left his lips. Y/N slowly bobbed her head up and down, twirling her tongue around his shaft, moaning around him when he reached the back of her throat. George licked his lips, panting and groaning at her every move.
Dream groaned from his corner, sitting back and waiting.
"C-close." George whispered, thrusting into her mouth. Y/N tapped twice on his thigh as a sign to let go. George came with a loud groan of her name, his load emptying in her warm mouth. Y/N pulled off without swallowing, moving towards Dream and pulling him in for a kiss, letting George's cum flow into his mouth.
"Swallow." She demanded. Dream was quick to follow orders, swallowing without a second thought "such a good boy." Dream whined at her words.
George grabbed her arms and pulled her back up against his body, running his hand over every inch
"Touch me, please." She whispered
"Of course." George got down on his knees, pulling down her shorts.
"No panties? Someone was desperate." Dream growled.
"We'll see who's desperate when you don't get to cum." She sassed. George ran a finger up and down her folds, eliciting a small moan from the girl. He continued his movements and slipped a finger inside her hole, pumping them in and out of her sopping wet cunt.
"F-feels good." She praised, a hand slithering into his hair and latching of to a section of it, pulling him close to her heat. George took this as a signal to add his mouth to the mix, licking and sucking at her clit and adding another finger in.
Dream's growls could be heard as his hips bucked up, looking for some sort of friction.
A loud gasp erupted from Y/N when George hit her sweet spot.
"F-fuck! Right there, k-keep going." George pumped his finger at a brutal pace, hitting her spot every time. Y/N screamed his name as she came hard, George helping her come down from her high.
"I think Dream wants a taste." Y/N said, lightly panting. George copied her actions by capturing Dream's mouth and letting her cum flow into his mouth, Dream swallowing immediately after.
"Gogy, I don't think he wants to be touched, he's barely said anything. You wanna see what you're missing?" Y/N asked once more pulling him over to the bed. They both quickly rid themselves of their remaining clothing, George now hovering over her body.
"Let's show him." George agreed
"No," Dream demanded, attempting to free himself.
"Why not, you clearly don't wanna be touched. You know what to do." She turned back to George, giving him a nod. He slowly pushed himself into her tight hole, moans erupting from them both.
"So tight." He groaned, waiting for the okay to move. Getting two taps, he began to slowly thrust into her, Y/N's back arching in pleasure.
"G-george, feels g-good." She praised, her hands once again finding their way to his hair. Her praise caused George to move at a faster pace, his hips snapping against hers, lewd moans flowing out of her mouth. Y/N was already sensitive from her previous orgasm so she quickly reached her end, George following quickly behind due to her walls tightening around his cock. Both panting, George pulled out and layer down next to her
"We still have to help Dream." He mumbled, attempting to catch his breath.
"You're right." Y/N sauntered over to Dream and began palming him through his sweats. He groaned as she added more pressure.
What do you want baby?" She asked, now sitting down on his lap and grinding down on him.
"Please touch me." He whined, sighing at the contact.
"Oh you can do better than that." George teased.
Please! Please touch me." He begged, her grinding bringing him close to his release.
"Tell me how much of a slut you are for us."
I'm such a slut, I'm your slut. Please touch me, I'll be a good boy, please!" He cried, his hips bucking every few seconds.
"That's what I thought" In a swift movement, Dreams bottom clothing was gone and scattered some place on the floor. George now on his knees again. He immediately wrapped his warm mouth around Dreams cock, Dreams whines getting needier by the second. George continued to bob his head on Dreams cock at an agonizingly slow pace, hips bucking and causing George to gag.
Y/N sat herself back on the bed and spread her legs, giving Dream the perfect view of her wet cunt. Her fingers slid down to her clit, rubbing roughly.
"Dream~" she moaned, pushing her fingers in. A whimper fell from Dream's mouth as George picked up his pace, taking as much of him as possible.
"Gonna c-cum." Dream warned. George pulled off before he could finish, erupting a loud, coarse whine from Dream's throat.
"Please!" He cried, his eyes starting to water.
"Look George, he's finally listening." Y/N mocked, walking over to straddle him, slowly grinding down on his rock hard member.
"W-want to f-feel you." Dream stuttered, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Of course baby." She agreed, wiping his eyes and lowering herself down on his cock. Dream let out an erotic groan as he felt her tight, velvety walls wrap around him.
"M-move please." Y/N lifted herself up before slamming back down. Dreams whines and groans filled the room, encouraging her to keep going.
"Does she feel good Dream?" George asked, stroking himself to the sight in front of him.
"S-so good! So good." He replied, his head thrown back and eyes rolling in the back of his head. Y/N continued to slam herself down on the greedy boys cock, her own orgasm nearing.
"M c-close, p-please let me c-cum." Dream begged.
"I don't know, what do you think Georgie?" She panted, purposely tightening around him.
"Good boys deserve to cum, you've been a good boy, right?" George asked, his own orgasm creeping up on him.
"Yes, I-I've been a g-good boy."
"Then cum baby." You whispered in his ear, letting herself go. "Fill me up." Dream released his load, deep inside his girlfriend with a pornographic moan so loud the whole neighborhood would be able to hear. George quickly came after, releasing a lewd moan himself.
"You did so well baby boy." Y/N praised, kissing him gently. George left to grab a wet towel, leaving Y/N and Dream alone to hold each other, Dream's cock still buried deep inside her.
"I'm so proud of you." She whispered against his neck.
"T-thank you." Dream stuttered, attempting to catch his breath.
"Now, how about we clean up and cuddle." George said, walking back into the room. Y/N gently got up from Dream's lap and grabbing the towel from George's hand. Y/N and Dream nodded their heads, Dream slightly hissing while Y/N cleaned him up. George helped himself and Y/N before grabbing the key to the handcuffs and unlocking him. The two helped him up and onto the soft, warm bed, hopping in on the sides of him
"I love you." George whispered, his eyes closing.
"Love you too." Dream mumbled, already starting to dose off.
"I love you both." Y/N said, curling up into Dream's side.
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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE FIFTEEN || KYOTO SISTER SCHOOL EXCHANGE EVENT - GROUP BATTLE 1
↳ featuring : basically everyone at this point from jujutsu kaisen
↳ warnings : EXTREME grammar issues
↳ form : story
↳ published : 22 march
↳ pronouns : she/her
↳ word count : 3.6k
↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....
↳ previous episode : kyoto sister school exchange event - group battle 0
↳ next episode : kyoto sister school exchange event - group battle 2
↳ barista’s notes : let me admit...i can’t wait for my school term to finish...i am so done with education at this point ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ but other than that, i will continue my best to study for my last four exams (ugh) and get the best grades that i can ╲ʕ·ᴥ· ╲ʔ i hope you enjoyed this episode and let’s be excited for your coffee orders (requests) to be given at the 31st of March or 1st April ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ
BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:
1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.
2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter.
2.5. for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique
no cursed spells used this episode..
3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.
“We’re starting in one minute”
“Now, let’s hear a few words of well-appreciated encouragement from Iori Utahime-sensei,” Gojo suddenly declared, leading the mentioned teacher to look at her colleague in complete shock before quickly beginning to sprout out whatever came into her head.
“U-Uh...Um, some degree of injury will be unavoidable, but, um..now and then, help each other out..or something…” Utahime stuttered out causing you and everyone else from the Tyoko team to look up at the speakers in both confusion as well as fed-up expressions since all of you knew that it was one of Gojo’s teasing antics again.
“Times up,” Gojo quickly stated in a playful tone leading you to look off to the side as you began to look around the area since you were wondering how the principals, teachers and possibly other jujutsu sorcerers were observing you since there were no cameras located to which caused you to suddenly come in eye contact with a pair of piercing pure onyx eyes that were staring down at the group you were with now making you come to the conclusion that someone was using a technique that allowed them to share sights with crows or have their sense being shared with them...either way, it was like having someone watching you 24/7.
‘Creepy...it’s like they’re sensing my death’
“Hey! Gojo, you little…” Utahime yelled out, irritated that she was interrupted out of her little encouragement speech - well, it wasn’t like she had a lot to say to you all anyways.
“Now, let the sister school exchange event...begin!” Gojo enthusiastically yelled out like it was a sports match, encouraging everyone in your team to start running forward in order to gain a head start on whatever the plan was.
“Respect your seniors!” the Kyoto teacher exclaimed loudly through the speakers after since it seemed like she wanted to remind your adoptive father that she was older than him, which can to a surprise for you since she looked much younger than you thought she was - well...you could say Gojo was a bit of the worst end when you found out his age, he seemed completely younger than he had mentioned to you when he took you out to a dessert place after a mission he set for you.
“Ichiro?!” Itadori questioned as he turned back to look at the speakers as if he was going to get the answer he wanted while Fushiguro looked at him with a non-chantant look on his face.
“So stupid,” Kugisaki commented as she gave off a disappointed look as she continued to run.
“Where do you think the cursed spirit boss is?” Itadori asked both Panda and Maki as he came toe to toe with them as he ran since he was truly determined to win this event as soon as possible.
“It was probably unleashed halfway between both schools, but it’s not just going to sit still, we just need Gojo to get there first to exorcise it since she isn’t allowed to fight anyone,” Panda answered, as you managed to catch up to your first-year classmate leading him to question how fast you could actually run since you didn’t show any athletic signs back when you and him were students at Sugisawa Municipal Highschool.
“At the time we agreed upon, we’ll split up into the Megumi squad and the Panda squad for scouting, we’ll be counting on you after that, Yuji,” Maki stated while turning her head slightly to look at the younger student leading Itadori to give her an encouraging salute and smile informing her that he knew what he had to do.
As you all continued to run, the black demon dog was running in front of all of you while barking to indicate where he was going leading you to quicken your speed to make sure you didn’t lose track of it since you now had the role to exorcise any curses that were around with the help of Maki, no matter what grade they were.
“Where are you going?” a spider curse questioned as it began to hang down by a string of its web, trying to seem intimidating when in reality it really wasn’t.
“That's a small fry,” Panda commented, leading you to unhook your katana that was behind your back from its position as you prepared to exorcise the thing by sliding it with the wooden stealth one since it was an extremely weak curse anyway. However, before you could even push yourself forward to cover the remaining distance that was between you and the disgusting spider curse, the demon dog that was in front of you turned it’s head to the side as if it had sensed something else from a distance.
“Gojo, stop!” Fushiguro shouted at you causing you to turn back to him before pressing your front foot to the ground to help slow down and halt your movement causing the demon dog to stand proactively in front of you as a sudden eruption of broken tree trunks as well as a huge cloud of debris covering the remaining path that everyone was running in leading them to pause around you.
Rapidly, as fast as the destruction came was as fast as the instructor appeared from the mist as Todo struck everyone was a confident grin since he was joyful that he had found everyone from the Tokyo team right in front of him - it was as if he had struck gold.
“Great! You’re all here! Come at me altogether! I want a re-match, Gojo!” Todo declared ambitiously as he pointed at you, leading everyone to go into a fighting stance since they didn’t want the possibility of losing you even when you knew that they knew that you could defend yourself, just not attack your opponent back at all.
As expected, Itadori took the first step as he ran towards the large student before suddenly jumping up to reach and grab onto Todo’s face as he proceeded to slam it against his knee, causing you to slightly cringe since you didn’t want to know how much pain his nose might be going thought at the very moment in time.
“Gojo! Don’t worry, I got Todo in check!” Itadori informed you, leading you to smile and nod at him as a way to thank him, causing Maki to shout out the command that everyone needed to do right now.
“Scatter!” Maki yelled out causing everyone to run off in two different directions with Kugisaki, Panda and Inumaki going to the left side of the forest, while you, Fushiguro and Maki took the right side, as you all needed to go in different directions to cover up a large amount of area you all had to cover in order to find the grade two cursed that was released for the players to exorcise to win the event for today.
“Todo was alone, it seemed like he really wanted to fight Gojo though,” Fushiguro commented as he turned back to look at you and Maki, while still running since there was a possibility that the grade-one sorcerer would come looking for you.
“We were right to swap Gojo with Yuji into that role,” Maki stated as she turned to you with a confident smile on her face leading you to give her one back before shifting your eyes to the dark blue metal pole that was dangling on the side of your hip, where you held it in place with a black belt that Kugisaki had gifted you one day during one of your random shopping trips.
‘I’ll thank her again later when all of this is done’
ꕥ
BEFORE THE EXCHANGE EVENT STARTED:
“Todo will absolutely be out to crush us straight away, Mai might follow behind him to come after me, too,” Maki mentioned to everyone, as she held her chin in a thinking posture as you sat next to her with your arms placed behind you to help support your upper body.
“Todo’s a monster, the worst possible outcome would be that we all face him and get wiped out,” Maki explained before turning to look at you before letting out a sigh of disappointment since she needed to change the current plan due to the fact there was a few new little rules being placed upon you to make the game fair. “So our plan was to leave just one person, that’s why we wanted Gojo to take him on since she is the most capable of keeping him at bay or more like knock him out to give us some time but rules are rules. Itadori, we’ll leave that role to you,” your senior classmate declared as she took in yours and Fushiguro’s suggestion from before leading to the mentioned sorcerer to point at himself with a little uncertainty.
“We’d rather not lose anyone who can scout out our enemies, you don’t have to beat him, just hold out as long as possible and buy is time,” Maki said with a smile as she lifted a thumbs-up to somewhat cheer up your classmate since she wasn’t completely sure on how well this plan would work, but she had a gut feeling that it was going to go well due to yours and Fushiguro’s previous statements.
“But you can be daring against him! To be blunt, we weren’t counting on your abilities anyway, so it won’t affect us too much if you have to quit,” Panda teasingly commented while giving him another thumbs-up, leading Itadori to inform his upperclassmen on how ‘mean’ his comment was in a whining tone.
“Sorry, Y/N. You wanted to face Todo, didn’t you?” Panda asked as he leaned his body forward to get a quick look at you.
“I’m good either way, it’s such a complete drag to fight him again anyways,” you answered before leaning your head back to face the ceiling as it seemed like a wave of unnecessary tension has been lifted from your shoulders - even though you knew you were more than capable of beating Todo, you weren’t too keen on fighting the close-ranged sorcerer since he was just plain annoying in your mind.
“But Senpai, if I’m gonna do this, then I’m gonna win,” Itadori declared with determination laced in not only his tone but his posture as well, leading you to look back down at him before gifting him an assured smile that quickly displayed itself of your face as you then gave him the final thumbs-up of approval that he needed.
‘Yeah, he’s got this’
ꕥ
While you, Fushiguro and Maki continued to run in whatever direction you three were going in, you were more focused on locating the second-grade curse you needed to exorcise to get this event done and over with since today you weren’t really in the mood to get into many first - you didn’t even have a single drop of orange juice today, and that already made you irritated.
However, as you continued sensing for the cursed spirited that you required to know the location of, your mind couldn’t help but get distracted by the amount of cursed energy that was looming around the area Itadori and Todo were located before at least four people from the ground and one person from above started to unexpectedly move away from leading you to become perplexed but slowly beginning to understand what was happening as you looked up to the sky to find a familiar blonde-haired sorcerer as she rode a broom across the sky.
“Fushiguro, use Nue right now,” you commanded, leading your classmate to look at you before looking up at the direction you were staring at to finally understand what you meant, which caused him to quickly summon the owl-like shikigami right in front of you.
“Take her down,” Fushiguro demanded his shikigami leading to the bird to unexpectedly appear behind the flying sorcerer with purple electricity enveloping his wings before flapping them down to transfer the high voltage lighting bolts to the third-year student leading to her falling from the sky into the maltitude of trees below to break her falling or possibly help her land somewhere that was not the ground to have a lighter impact than it should really.
“That’s strange,” Fushiguro suddenly commented, as you and Maki halted on your sprint since you all knew you couldn’t discuss the matter in hand while running to god knows where you three were planning to head to.
“All the Kyoto students are moving together, they’re all going to the same location,” you mentioned as you continued to survey where they were heading off to with your sense still enhanced.
“You mean that’s where the target is?” Maki asked you since she didn’t have the ability to see cursed energy at all, unlike you and Fushiguro, while the divine dog decided to nudge his snout against the back of your hand leading you to rub its head causing it to emit a rubble/purr as it begins to lavish on the affection it was receiving from you.
‘Not really the best time, but why not…’
“No, unless the second-grade is especially cunning, my demon dog would have noticed it,” Fushiguro said in a stern tone causing the dog to bark once in response before returning back to the attention you were giving it. “They’re trying to kill Itadori, aren’t they?” Fushiguro rhetorically questioned, leading a sigh to come out of your mouth before you turned your head towards the predicted location where you could sense the Kyoto’s students' cursed energies.
“It’s possible,” Maki replied as her gaze moved downwards, trying to understand why they would attempt an assassination during the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event, especially since the act of killing was prohibited as one of the main rules.
“I don’t sense that much hostility from them, but due to Itadori’s surprise survival, it is possible that Principal Gakuganji ordered then to that but to be honest, that was quite stupid of him since they don’t have the strength to even fully commit the assassination,” you quickly mentioned to your teammates leading them to look up at you with confusion on their faces.
‘I have to thank Gojo for this information later as well’
“Zenin Mai: grade three, Miwa Kasumi: grade three, Nishimiya Momo: semi-grade two, Muta Kokichi: semi-grade one, Kamo Noritoshi: semi-grade one and Todo Aoi: grade one,” you listed as you adding in their grades to make sure Fushiguro and Maki got an idea on what you were about to explain to them. “Out of all of them right now, Todo is the only one that has the capability to fight Sukuna, so Principal Gakuganji was willing to sacrifice his other students really quickly for the execution of Itadori since the rest of them wouldn’t survive,” you informed your schoolmates causing them to shudder at the fact on how informed you already were about the other students without them even ever mentioning about them to you.
“We’re turning back, guys,” Maki stated, causing you to turn to look at her before giving a nod to indicate to her that you understood what she wanted.
“Sorry,” Fushiguro unexpectedly apologised, while Maki just turned away and started to walk back in the opposite direction where everyone was running from.
“What are you apologising for, dummy? There’s no point in winning or losing the exchange event if your friend dies,” Maki said in a disappointed tone, leading to both you and Fushiguro to look at each other before starting to slowly follow her from behind leading you three to go back into the wooded area in search for the other Kyoto students, who were technically on the run now since they seemed to have failed to execute Itadori from what you could sense in the back of your mind.
‘Team Panda is probably doing the same right now since I can faintly sense Panda and Kugisaki going into the forest again, where is Inumaki though?’
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“They’re up ahead,” you informed both Fushiguro and Maki since you could feel a stronger presence of cursed energy that was in front of you, leading you to realise that there were at least two Kyoto students since the rest of them seemed to split off somewhere.
Maki turned back to you and gave you a nod before fastening her pace as she suddenly noticed a shine of blue hair coming into her view leading the weapons specialist to prepare her red spare before quickly appearing out from your guys hiding spot to attack Miwa, who quickly managed to notice your upperclassmen as she pulled out her katana from her sheath to deflect Maki’s surprise as well as incoming attacks.
“Gojo, go ahead and find the curse, I’ll take care of Kamo-san,” Fushiguro informed you to which you replied to him with a nod.
During that second, Fushiguro came out from the side and headed towards Kamo leading you to take the small time that you were given to go on ahead and search for the grade-two curse that you needed to exorcise, only to suddenly feel a presence coming from behind leading you to rapidly turn around while raising your katana at the same time, only to discover Kamo standing right in front of you with his bow making direct contact with your weapon, leading you to become confused on why the semi-grade one sorcerer would even try to sneak attack you from behind.
‘Huh?’
“You didn’t even unsheathe your weapon, that’s strange,” Kamo commented, leading you to give him a deadpan look since you didn’t want him to notice or sense your confusion right now.
“Didn’t your little principal inform you to not fight with me or are you just getting a little too confident? That attitude of yours is going to be a drag,” you stated back in a nonchalant tone.
“Kamo-san, are you guys planning to kill Itadori?” Fushiguro asked from behind causing the mentioned sorcerer to turn his head back to view the erratic-haired sorcerer, leading you to smirk before you switch your hand that was holding the katana as you swiftly pulled it back to thrust the tip of your katana into Kamo’s stomach causing him to widen his eyes in shock as an immense pain started to engulf him as his body was pushed back with vast pressure causing Fushiguro to move out of the way to avoid his body colliding with Kamo’s.
‘Don’t get distracted next time, you drag’
Holding onto his stomach, Kamo slowly looked up at you and Fushiguro before coughing out in pain since your attack was more than what he had expected.
“And if I said we were?” Kamo answered, causing you to look at him with massive suspicion in your eyes.
“You failed, then. Itadori wouldn’t go down in such a short time,” Fushiguro declared with a small praise for his friend as he raised his tonfa in a defensive pose while you just straightened yourself up since you had no worries about being attacked again.
“We have no reason to kill him,” Kamo stated with a smirk on his face causing you to turn your head to the side and scoff at him since it was hilarious that he was acting so confident after just barely managing to withstand a simple physical attack from you before you turned back to face him again.
‘What a drag~’
“Yes, you do. The higher-ups and the three major clans have plenty,” you mentioned before resting your katana over your shoulder to relax for a second since you could sense that this fight was either going to be easy or too easy for your liking.
‘It’s surprising that he is attempting to fight me though, I wonder if Gojo-sensei forgot to inform them about this little extra rule but I still need to find out about that mole...’
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“Ah~ I thought I told you to tell your students to not attempt to fight Y/N? they’re only going to get hospitalised in the process,” Gojo playfully asked, as he turned to look behind his seat to be eye to eye with the Kyoto Principal, who was in charge of informing his students about this new rule that he and Principal Yaga implemented.
“Well, she attacked Kamo, so she’s breaking the rule isn’t she?” Utahime asked as she took a sip from her cup leading Gojo to turn to look at her with a slight frown on his face.
“Well, your student did attack her first, she can’t help but retaliate since that was her normal strength right there. If it was any other student, they would have been eliminated real quick,” Gojo informed his colleague causing her eyes to widen before turning back to the screen to only discover your eyes were directly looking at her since you were directly looking at the crow that was inspecting you right now.
“She’s quite an interesting girl,” a sorcerer from behind commented as she proceeded to open her eyes. “Not only did she notice my crows looking at her since the start of the event, but she’s also quite strong, no wonder you took her in,” she mentioned as she faced forward to notice Gojo looking at her.
“She’s a tough cookie, isn’t she Mei-san?” Gojo said with a proud smile on his face before he processed to face the screens again with the smile now straightening.
‘I don’t know what he’s trying to do, but I know Y/N won’t fall for it naively, she’s more the type to manipulate his plan...besides, it’s as if she’s giving him a death glare right now’
This thought of his caused him to giggle lightly, creeping out Utahime as she stared at him in pure confusion.
‘I know she can do it’
© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen imagine#jjk imagines#jjk imagine#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#itadori yuji#fushiguro megumi#kugisaki nobara#gojo satoru#zenin maki#inumaki to/ge#jujutsu kaisen panda#aoi todo#kamo noritoshi#miwa kasumi#nishimiya momo#muta kokichi#zenin mai#iori utahime#itadori yuji x reader#fushiguro megumi x reader#kugisaki nobara x reader#gojo satoru x reader#zenin maki x reader#inumaki to/ge x reader#itadori yuji imagines#fushiguro megumi imagines
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☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au jisung
another late birthday au for the february neos ;__;
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a sour taste makes its way down jisung's throat
he pulls the candy out of his mouth and scrunches his face up
"did this shit expire?"
renjun's lips thin, "since when have you started cursing?"
chenle harks on the grass beside the other two
"ever since he got dumped."
jisung doesn't disagree.
out of everyone to pick up on his change of habits, it'd be his best friend.
he doesn't like to admit it, but the breakup that launched the beginning of his summer has made him feel different
bitter, angry, empty
he's sure if he told someone older like his parents or a professor they'd explain that it's normal.
it's part of growing up to have to process these horrible emotions and learn to feel them less extremely.
that somehow doesn't comfort jisung at all, why is it his fault that being young makes everything feel more vivid? the shatter of the heart in his chest and all the little pieces wedged up in his veins hurt so bad.
"jisung, you'll find someone better."
renjun ties his shoelaces and gets up, he's still chewing on the taffy they brought from the corner store.
jisung follows and he's never been so awkward about his budding height more than he is now
"i doubt that, i don't think i could find anyone better than my first love."
chenle gives a depressed sounding laugh and renjun starts a spiel about how he's being dramatic and silly
the sounds gloss over in jisung's ears, he tosses the candy he'd spit out and the wrapper over his shoulder
"you shouldn't litter."
three sets of eyes turn to the voice, you stand there with your gym bag over your shoulder on a path a little way down from the grassy hill the boys are on
you look at jisung with an unwavering gaze that drops to where he assumes the candy wrapper landed
you bend down and pick it up, shake your head and walk away
jisung follows your figure through the park as renjun and chenle mutter about how you're kind of right but kind of rude
"do you know them?"
jisung asks and renjun taps the bottom of his chin
"i think ive seen them at the tennis courts."
jisung doesn't know what it is about you.
he mistakenly thinks it is dislike that breeds curiosity when he shows up at the public tennis court the next day
you're out on the court with a group of middle schoolers, showing them the right way to swing a racket
jisung leans against the shade of a tree as you go through each step slowly and then have the kids copy you one by one
when you make a sudden movement to turn in the direction he's standing, he slinks behind the trunk
this is so fucking weird, im being a creep
he doesn't have anything to do for the rest of the day, or the rest of the summer, but still he cringes at himself
i should find something better than staring at a goddamn stranger. chenle was right, im cursing way too much.
so he leaves and he doesn't come back
but he visits the park for the next week with the slight hope that your path will cross with him on accident
not that he entertains that as actual hope - just that curiosity that nips at his heel like a cat asking to be feed
on day seven it happens
jisung is staring up at the expanse of the warm blue sky and you're walking from the direction of the tennis courts, you pause to check your phone and jisung springs to his feet
he's in front of you before he really knows what to even say
you don't look as freaked out as he was scared you might, you actually just blink and then point your finger at him
looks like they've got bad habits just like me
"you're the boy who litters!"
"i don't usually litter, i was just in a bad mood that day."
"doesn't excuse throwing your garbage around."
"is that why you remembered me?"
you slip your phone into the pocket of your duffel bag and shake your head
"no, there's another reason."
jisung itches to ask why but he realizes now that this conversation is going exponentially better than it could have
you could have said something like get the hell away from me....or who are you?
"do you want to walk with me for a little bit?"
fuck, i should have just asked why - asking them to walk is weirder
"why not."
you and jisung do loops around the park - it's pretty big so by the time you're on the third loop the night lamps are coming on and the sun is slowly disappearing
you two have talked about everything and nothing at the same time
jisung asks you if you're going to be at the park tomorrow
"i teach a summer tennis course for the park three times a week, but tomorrow is my off day."
"have any plans?"
he puts his hands in his pockets because they're sweating - i should have asked if they wanted me to carry their bag while we were walking. god did getting broken up with make me so stupid too?
"are you asking me out?"
jisungs palms stick to the fabric of his pants
"i got broken up with before summer started."
he blurts out before he can take it back, you poke your tongue into your cheek
"me too."
the genuine surprise makes jisung look younger than he is and you cross your hands over your chest as if you regret sharing the information
"sorry, i have to go."
you edge around him and jisung has one million thoughts run through his brain, how he should apologize or ask for your number or suggest something that could heal you both in the snap of this one summer minute
but instead he watches you walk ahead for a whole two minutes before you turn on your heel and uncross your arms
"can you meet me here at noon?"
"tomorrow?"
jisung feels the sweat on the nape of his neck now too, matching the moistness on his palms
"no, in twenty years. yes - tomorrow."
he nods and you don't give him anything else to work with as you disappear and jisung catches the last little slither of sunlight wave goodbye with you
"are you rebounding already?"
chenle's voice comes through the headphones as jisung clicks on a zombie with his mouse and shoots it
"it's not a rebound - we both got dumped so i thought we could like...FUCK! i died dude."
chenle groans
"maybe they can help you fix this cursing problem, but uhhh it totally sounds like a rebound to me."
jisung thinks about that as he waits for you at the park
rebounding has actually never even occurred to him as a possibility.
then again falling head over heels and getting tossed aside by the person he thought was his soulmate also never occurred to him as a possibility either - especially not before he's even managed to graduate university
but using someone to feel better about himself - that just isn't him.
"oh you actually came?"
he stops staring at the grass and meets the half smile you're wearing. he matches it with a shy one of his own.
you take jisung's hand easily - as if you weren't strangers a week ago - and tug him toward the park gates
"where-"
you look over your shoulder
"we have to eat ice-cream on a date."
jisung and you have the same taste, getting the same flavor of ice cream with a hard no to sprinkles. you tell jisung about this kid you teach privately for tennis and how he's a little rich brat but his parents always tip you nicely. jisung tells you that his best friend is chenle and they met when he nearly broke an elbow on the first day of middle school.
jisung pays for your bus ticket into the busier part of the city, you beat him at a couple of arcade games, and then he absolutely crushes you at mini-basketball. you pile all your tickets together and jisung tells you to pick the prize you want.
he watches you as you scan the cheap toys and then turn to your left where a younger girl is trying to see if she has enough for a sad looking stuffed panda
you dump the tickets into her hand and grin when her whole face lights up, jisung walks out behind you and goes
"you're actually nice aren't you?"
"oh - you didn't think i was nice when we first met?"
"i-"
jisung stutters when you look directly at him
"i just mean you- it was nice what you did in the arcade."
"why did your ex break up with you?"
jisung's world sort of stops for a moment. you still haven't looked away and he gets lightheaded by the sudden question.
"i don't know."
you nod, as if the answer is what you expected, and you take his hand again and make way toward the bus
he curls his larger fingers around yours and is silently thankful you don't ask for any more details
actually you both don't say anything the ride back, even though you rest your head on his shoulder the entire time
your hands are still clasped together and jisung finds himself not wanting to let go even when you stop in front of the park again
"thanks for the date."
you unwind your fingers first and jisung swallows
"do you want to go on another one?"
you shake your head
"sorry, i don't think i can do this more than once."
genuine shock sets in on jisung's face
"w-what do you mean?"
"i know being heartbroken makes you lonely, it makes me lonely too, but i can't just be someone's summer fling and get abandoned again. plus jisung -"
you tilt your head with a small laugh
"i think you're really cute and if we do this again i will start liking you seriously."
what the fuck do i say?
jisung thinks the summer heat in the air constricts around him - especially when he can't open his mouth to answer and you give a solemn wave as you turn and start to disappear down the sidewalk
fuck fuck fuck fuck
the curses start to hurt his brain and jisung breaks into a sprint to catch you before you make it to the end of the block
slipping his hand back into yours and spinning you to face him
"im not going to abandon you. and i - i already like you so please let me take you on another date."
the words fall out like letters into alphabet soup and you stare wide-eyed at him for about a second before you lean in and kiss him
and jisung forgets the entire language he's spoken since he was a child, curses and vulgarity gone with it
the second date comes and goes, then the third, and then the fourth, fifth, and sixth.
jisung watches you give tennis lessons and you even tug him onto the court one day to help with picking up the scattered balls off the court
the younger kids you teach really adore him, tall and smiley, they cling to him more than they do to you
and there really isn't any way you can stop them because soon enough you feel that urgency to be near him always too
it might be because jisung is so different from your ex, and you are so different from his
the reality is that when you finally tell each other what happened before your respective summers started
it turns out - it's almost exactly the same
jisung looks up at you as you lay across him in the tall grass of an empty corner of the parks sprawling fields, your tennis equipment abandoned and his shoes sitting beside yours in a lazy heap
"they just told me one day i wasn't enough."
you bury your face in his chest and sigh
"maybe im not, maybe something about me is still missing."
the tenor of his voice is sad and you put both hands on the grass to lift yourself up above him, you stare down into the prettiest eyes you've ever seen on a boy in your life
"shuttup park jisung. nothing is missing from you. you're enough."
he gives you a goofy smile and you want so badly to smile back and kiss him but you take the moment seriously and add
"remember when you asked me if i only remembered you because i caught you littering like weeks ago?"
the furrow of his eyebrow is enough of an answer
"i said there was another reason."
he sits up and you fall gently back against his knees and lap, jisung opens his mouth as if to ask what it was but you put your hands on both his cheeks before he can
"that reason was because i could see all of you - people tend to be shrouded in something, but it was all on your face the moment you made eye contact with me. jisung - you're the farthest person i know from being incomplete. you're you and no one else."
the weight of your words comes crashing down on you a second later and you get up off of jisung in a fit of embarrassment
even though you meant what you said it felt like something of a wedding vow than something you say someone you've been dating for only a month
but jisung just breaks into a bigger smile - he pulls you back down into a hug that gets you both covered in grass stains
"im so happy"
you smell the fabric softener on his t-shirt and suddenly wish you could slip it off of him and put it on yourself
his hands tighten around you
"i always thought the other reason was because i was ugly or something."
you scrunch up your nose and tell him to be quiet, but jisung just laughs and buries his nose in your hair
the rest of the summer is smooth and the happiest one you've had so far - and jisung, who had thought it would be hell, agrees
renjun points out that he hasn't heard jisung even utter the word 'damn' since he started dating you
and chenle cuts in that it's true - now whenever they game jisung just groans into the mic (or abandoned the game completely to fool around you with - as it is in chenle's imagination)
you notice it too, and you notice how everyday jisung grows further from the heartbreak that he had festered on for so long
and just becomes more open with you
on your last day at your summer job and what feels like the last day of summer in general, jisung picks you up with balloons
you both hand them out to the kids you worked with and keep one shaped like a big red heart tied around your wrist as you two walk through the dimming evening of the park
fall is coming, your shoulders shake and jisung pulls you closer into him, and when he stops suddenly
you see that you're in the place where you first met - when jisung had let that candy wrapper tumble down a grassy hill and you had picked it up with disdain
"is untying the balloon and letting it float off considered littering?"
he asks and you think for a second
"probably, it'll get stuck in a tree somewhere and we don't want that."
he looks down and leans in to kiss you gently, letting your lower lip sit between his teeth for a moment before he pulls away
"can we do it anyway to make the moment special?"
you look at him, eyes clear as day, and answer
"every moment is special with you."
jisung manages to get ten of those red balloons through the door of your shared apartment on your tenth anniversary
you fret about how balloons are bad for the environment, but still launch yourself at him in a big hug when he gets them all settled into your living room
he catches you, laughing as you both muse that you can't believe it has been ten years since you met
"and i haven't cursed once since then - can you believe it?"
you roll your eyes and say yeah sure, like he didn't curse when he stubbed his toe on your bed this morning
he pouts his lip and asks, "play along ok - just say i haven't cursed once."
"you haven't cursed once in the ten years we have been dating."
something twinkles in jisung's eye and you bite back your lip
"exactly - so is it ok if i curse this one time and say-"
he fishes something out of his pocket that looks like a small box, you think your breath catches in your throat
"i fuc-freaking love you - will you marry me?"
#i know this is read from jisung's perspective in the beginning but i didn't know how else to get across the like cursing thing#if i wasnt writing from his kind of vision but like the turning point shifts to the reader#anyway none of you give a fuck so ill stop talking#nct scenarios#nct dream scenarios#park jisung#jisung scenarios#jisung au#jisung imagines#nct imagines#nct dream imagines#nct dream au#nct dream#sfw#cursing/#nostalgia
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*cracks knuckles* aight
What’s everyone doing in the shared minecraft server
- Inferno 🔥 anon
The Creeps in Minecraft (SMP?)
You know what? Fuck it, Herobrine exists because I say so. But he also just hates the creeps, specifically Ben because he tried to summon him when he was younger and also a second time after he died.
Like Ben, he's just a ghost tied to a game. But this isn't about him.
Every Saturday night, a game night is hosted by Toby and Ben. This can range from Minecraft, to online Pictionary, to sharing what their monthly presentations are going to be about, to Mario Kart, etc.
Minecraft is sprinkled in and out of Friday game nights, just because it's one of those games that you usually spend a whole day on if you play it right and it can get exhausting.
People usually pop in and out, because Ben has assured that the server stays online constantly for whenever someone just needs to punch a cow or dissociate while mining for hours on end.
(Little long)
--- Designated roles:
Greedy bitch: constantly stealing shit, or just being nosey in general and rummaging through others' chests. The only reason why everyone keeps their valuables in locked chests
Jeff
Dark Link
Laughing Jack (Although he does like to frame other people by switching chest items)
Grandfather Steven: Holds all of the Minecraft wisdom that you could ever ask for. Even more so than Google or Reddit. A walking dictionary, encyclopedia, and crafting guide.
Ben
Toby (Even if he forgets half of the things he tells you. He's just excited to talk to you)
Laughing Jack
Lost Silver
Farmer: Started a farm and how they have created their own cake economy for selling meat, crops, and cooked products
Sally
Ben
Splendor
Liu
Nina
Brian
Redstone Engineer: Always has outrageous contraptions for their base, or helps others with their Redstone engineering.
Tim
Ben
Liu
Helen
Eyeless Jack
The modder: Has implemented all of these cool mods and resource packs. More animals, more mobs, DOG ARMOR, aesthetics, and makes personalized stuff for the others like tools, capes, and skins.
Ben
Toby
Glitchy Red
Jane
Explorer: Goes to odds and ends exploring the worlds, different biomes, caves, and genuinely fills out the starter map. If you need a certain wood, or trade with a nearby village, they'll point you in the right direction. Is also the one who comes back home after a few hours with a bunch of different pets and seeds.
Ben
Splendor
Eyeless Jack
Clockwork
Builder: The one who builds. Also accepts cake as payment if you have a request. A cake and a half if it's a copy of a youtube tutorial.
Lost Silver
Liu
Helen
Hobo Heart
Miner/collector: Spends entire days just mining and creating systematic tunnels or collecting resources like wood and clay. Can sometimes be spotted trading with villagers and/or causing raids for better prices.
Toby
Sally (They definitely all team up during a raid)
Lost Silver
Eyeless Jack
Ben
Flower collector: Does "EXTREMELY" hard work picking flowers, finding decor, and making cute little pots to put mushrooms in. Interior design is important, you know!
Sally
Splendor
Jane
Toby
Unwanted helper: Invites themself to help you with simple tasks. Although they're not very aware, and might get others killed. Such as looking at an Ender and punching you into lava as they panic-click and run away.
Toby
Jeff
Nina
The Follower: Follows you to Nether and back. Will always protect you no matter what and follows you through ravines and cliffsides to adventure with you. Also may or may not be using you as an excuse to game with one hand while the other eats Twizzlers.
Kate
Splendor
Brian
Eyeless Jack
Liu
Jeff
Spam-crouches at every animal or non-hostile mob because they love them:
Toby
Sally
Jeff
Splendor
Kills everything unless it's tameable or a panda:
Glitchy Red
Jeff (Got killed by a dolphin and lost everything)
Dark Link
Tim
Sully
"Are ya winning, son?":
Slender (Will bring you cut fruit or other healthy snacks)
Offender (Keysmashes just to piss you off and runs away)
Splendor
Puppeteer
Jason
Eyeless Jack
#ALRIGHT FINE YOU GOT ME WRITING WITH THIS ONE#toby's adhd is off the fucking wall in this#he's the kind of person that either does everything or nothing#i could probably add on but i dont want it to be too long#some of these conflict but it depends on their mood or if they're playing alone/seriously or not#also sally taught splendor how to play and they play together a lot
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day one – zen'in maki, bed sharing
warnings: agender reader, nothing else i think?
word count: 1.5k
Going on a trip sounded amazing.
Principal Yaga announced that the first and second years were getting a free week. Obviously, Kugisaki instantly screamed in delight, her eyes shining bright.
You already knew what was going on inside her head and, as you stood in front of that cabin a couple of days later, you simply hated it.
Everything felt too small for the group. The living room got crowded quickly, even if they left most of their luggage outside.
— Let me in! – Panda cried out, trying to squeeze in through the door. You watched Inumaki pushing him from outside, trying his best to help the cursed corpse. It was a useless, and somehow funny, attempt.
— Tch. – You heard from behind you, before you were softly pushed aside. — C'mon Panda, suck in your fat ass.
Ignoring Nobara yells about how Yuuji was disgusting – you didn't know what it was about and you surely didn't want to know –, you watched Maki, with one powerful pull on Panda's arm, successfully make the doll enter the room. Inumaki cheered and the panda thanked his friend.
— That was great, Maki-san! – You smiled and gave her a thumbs up.
She opened her mouth, but before you could hear her, Itadori pulled you to his side, claiming you were his defense attorney.
Thanks to the whole chaos that built up inside the house, time passed fast. In what seemed the blink of an eye, the sky grew dark and the fireplace was lit, warming up the cold room. You and Inumaki cuddled up to Panda. The bag of chips on his belly threatened to fall with each breath, but neither of you made a move to hold it. The atmosphere wasn’t completely silent, even if you three were quiet. Coming from the kitchen, loud noises of Itadori and Fushiguro fighting over dinner filled the living room.
— Guys, you know what I just realized. – A ‘hm’ coming from both males indicated you had their attention, so you carried on with your thought. — The rooms… We didn’t choose them yet, right?
After you finished speaking, there was a small pause, your words sinking in not only on your friends’ brain, but on yours too. As if everyone got electrocuted, you three jumped up, throwing chips everywhere. In a swift move, Panda climbed up the couch’s back, knocking it over and blocking your way while taking his friend with him. Inumaki and the cursed corpse started running to the master bedroom, you climbed over the fallen couch and followed them.
Making sure his friend was walking ahead of him, Inumaki turned to you and pulled down his collar.
— Don’t move. – He murmured and your whole body instantly freezed.
— C’mon, dude! – You complained and he just smirked, then turned around and runned after the panda.
The door to the bedroom started to open, but a pillow, in the highest speed you’ve ever seen, came flying over your head. It hit right on the door, instantly closing it with a loud noise.
— What do y’all think you’re doing, huh? – Maki’s voice reverberated through the hallway and, as if her voice was a trigger, your body unfreezed. Before you could literally fall on your face, she kept you up by holding the back of your shirt. — You used your technique Inumaki? That’s playin’ dirty.
You gained back your balance and looked at her. Your eyes met with hers, the black shining eyes that seemed to be filled with… concern? For you?
Leaving many questions inside your brain unanswered, she simply marched forward, past you and in the direction of the bedroom. Without a word, she opened the door and entered, practically claiming the room for herself. The other two sighed defeated and quickly entered the room next to that, screaming about how the view was amazing.
You turned and started walking back to the living room, thinking about cleaning up the mess that was made, but a shout of your name made you stop and turn again.
— Don’t you want to see the room? – Maki asked, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed.
— I mean, I wanted to sleep there, but since you claimed it… – You trailed off, rubbing the back of your head and looking away from her.
— The room is big enough for two. You… can sleep with me.
Before you could see the faint blush on her cheeks, she entered the room again.
Your dumbfounded state was interrupted by Itadori announcing that dinner was ready. The whole dinner was a little awkward for you. Maki didn’t look at you once, even while she announced that you were her roommate for the trip. You thought Nobara would complain and scream at you until you got deaf, but she just sat there, looking at both of you with a raised eyebrow.
The dinner ended after Yuuji managed to break his chair. Everyone went to their assigned rooms, except for Itadori, who got locked out by Fushiguro.
You stood in front of the master bedroom for a while. The idea of entering the place was enough to make you embarrassed, now actually entering the room… it seemed too much for your heart to handle.
— You're not going in? – a voice startled you and you jumped. Maki giggled and pushed you forward. — C'mon, dumbass.
You both entered the bedroom. She shut the door and walked to her bags, meanwhile you scanned through the place and–
— Only one bed? – You said a bit too loudly. Your palms started to get sweaty and your heart started to race.
— Yeah… I can lay on the floor if you feel uncomfortable. – Maki said while throwing a towel over her shoulder.
— No, no, it's alright! I-I just got surprised, that's all. – You chuckled shyly and she nodded, entering the bathroom.
After some seconds, you heard the shower starting and you finally exhaled, letting out the breath you didn't notice you were holding. Million things started to run through your head. Was Maki really okay with sharing a bed with you? Not that you minded either, but– how could she be so nonchalant about it?
Of course, you weren't expecting her to have the same feelings as you. Maybe she really didn't mind it, because for her it was just a friendly thing. Yeah, just friends sharing a bed. For the whole week.
You sighed. It was too late to back off, but at least the bed looked comfortable.
Before Maki could finish her shower, you put on your night clothes and sneaked into the blankets. As you relaxed under them and let your body sink into the soft mattress, you heard the shower turning off and, not long after, the door to the bathroom opening.
Your heart started beating faster again. You felt Maki slowly laying down behind you and, after some seconds of an awkward silence, a soft sight left her lips.
— Are you up? – she murmured and you turned around, nodding even if she couldn't see it in the dark. — I have something to ask you.
— Go ahead. – You whispered and wiggled closer. You wouldn't dare to miss whatever she was going to ask.
— Do you like me? – Her question made you jump in the bed and sit straight, your heart now racing more than ever. She sat up too and you felt her hand touching your shoulder. — You don't have to answer, I just… Panda and Inumaki told me some stuff.
You scoffed. Of course those two gremlins told her about your feelings.
Taking a deep breath, you put your trembling hand over hers and you said:
— Yeah, I kind of do like you.
The room fell quiet. You could hear both of your breathing and you didn't like it at all. Your anxiety just seemed to grow bigger and bigger.
You started to move to lay down again, all your hopes to receive an answer gone. You were already getting ready to bury your feelings in the deepest part of your heart, hopefully forgetting about them so you could stay friends with Maki. But, with a quick movement, the woman next to you pecked your cheek and then turned away from you, a soft 'good night' leaving her lips.
You just sat there, completely speechless. With a smile, you laid down too, making sure to have your back touching hers. Knowing Maki like you did, that was the most physical touch you would get from her – for now.
But well… maybe sharing a bed with her wasn't going to be that bad, after all.
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It has been a day of asks and head-canons! (and glorious updates by you, our trash-panda king) you up for sharing your own (more) Dark!Din head-canons? If you have enough on your plate, no worries on that--totally get it! I just want to hear other's thoughts on it since it seems that's what the people want at the moment (I still have about four more in my box lol)
My beloved Owl, you know I am always and eternally happy to talk about dark!Din.
TW: I’m going to talk about dark!Din.
Din isn’t the type of guy to seek out romantic partnership. Getting his dick wet simply doesn’t matter to him. Intimacy, physical affection, human attention? He’s gone through extensive training to overcome such things. It’s a requirement before you can swear the Creed; you have to be able to withstand the urges. Din excelled at this in his training. Such frivolous things are beneath him: he’s a warrior, nothing more.
And then he meets Luke Skywalker.
Maybe he accepts a bounty to bring down the famed Hero of the Rebellion. Maybe he follows the mysterious Jedi and his son back to Luke’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Jedi Temple, unwilling to part with Grogu no matter what this handsome stranger says about attachments. Maybe he simply spots Luke across a room, in some shithole canteena in the darkest corner of the galaxy, and thinks, that’s a nice face.
Din’s not a cruel man. It’s not a desire to harm that overwhelms him. It’s just . . . an itch. An itch he can’t scratch, even back in the safety of his ship, armor stripped bare and hand fisted around his cock. Hunger. Need. Feelings he hasn’t felt — has trained himself not to feel — for twenty goddamn years. Din is starving. He needs something. But no matter what he tries, golden hair and sky-blue eyes and a dimpled smile that speared him right through his heart haunts him, haunts him, haunts him.
He tries to do things the “normal” way, even though he doesn’t really know what that looks like. He strikes up a conversation, aware he’s awkward and overly direct, but Luke seems charmed by his lacking conversation skills. He laughs at his deadpan jokes, takes the lead when Din struggles with what to say, even — maybe, if Din isn’t totally imagining it — flirts with him, a sly smirk over the rim of his spotchka glass.
“Are Jedi allowed to drink?” Din asks, curious.
Luke shrugs. “I guess that’s up to me, being the last one and all.”
And Din maybe falls just a little bit in love. This man is a warrior, like him. The survivor of a cultural genocide. Burdened with a weight no one person should carry. And utterly, helplessly alone with all of that, drowning in the solitude of it.
For the first time in Din’s life he’s confronted with the possibility of something he never knew he needed: someone who can understand. Who knows it feels like. Who can see him, even through the beskar. It’s a craving he hasn’t ever felt compelled to satisfy. Now, the thought of depriving himself of it seems worse than death.
He asks Luke, outright, if the younger man will come back to his ship with him. He doesn’t expect him to say yes, and doesn’t let himself be disappointed when the blond simply smiles and says he needs to be heading back. It’s not a defeat. This, Din knows, is far from over. Luke will understand in time; he’ll see Din, the way Din can now see him.
He watches the Jedi leave, black robes trailing behind him, and promises himself, the universe and Luke as well, if the blond is daring to read his mind: Mark my words, little Jedi — you will be mine.
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December 7 2020.
note: hah ya thought I wouldn't write a birthday fic for this man guess again! I have been brainstorming for ideas and I hope it came out well. Once again happy birthday to the man we all love and simp for 💙
warning: slight manga spoilers just a little
p.s: he's born in 1989 so he's actually 31 this year but shhh let's not talk about that
official art from Mappa studios 🙂
December 7 2020 22:34
That's the date displayed on his phone as he checks the current time. "Oh, it's my birthday today" he recalls, it's been years since he stopped caring. To him, today was just like any other day- no different. He had more missions than he usually did, if that was any different and the fact that he's riding a taxi home instead of Ijichi who usually drives him home. The man said he had important matters to tend to and Gojou just wanted to go home already. Feeling the exhaustion in every part of his body. Behind his blind fold he watches the scenery passes by as the lights of Tokyo illuminate the city. When did his birthday become just like any other day?
February 25 1997
"Satoru sama!"
A seven year old Gojou Satoru turns his head towards the direction of the voice. A young girl waves her arms wildly, mentioning the boy to come towards her. Gojou simply stares at her, choosing to ignore her- as he walks through his family's garden. He chose to ignore the girl as he was told not to directly interact with any of the servants of the estate. The girl was the daughter of one of the servants of the Gojou estate.
The girl frowns as she stares at his disappearing figure but still did not to give up. She was going to get his attention of way or another. Whenever Gojou was on break from studying or from training, the servant girl would always come to bother him. She talked an awful a lot while Satoru remains silent ignoring her. No matter how many times she was ignored she would still go to him adamant on getting his attention.
Until one day Satoru, had enough of her persistence. "What do you want?" He spoke coldly to her as he stopped in his steps, the girl behind him stopped in surprise too at his sudden voice. Not thinking she would ever get his attention, she struggles to answer. " I-I umm.." the girl stammers looking down towards the ground of the garden. "I want to be friends with you!" She shouts before covering her mouth with her hand afraid that someone else might have heard her. Satoru stares at the girl dumbfounded by her words. "Friends" was something he never had having forbidden to go to public schools instead to home study. His life was mostly indoors within the Gojou estate. He remains silent contemplating his response but before he could answer, an older servant appears. " There you are! You know you're not supposed to bother Satoru sama. Please forgive me my lord." As the older servant pulls the younger girl by the arm going towards the other direction. "Bye Satoru!" She laughs and waves towards him. Gojou feels a slight smile "what a dumb girl."
In the following months, the young servant girl appears before Satoru whenever he was free. The girl would talk for countless hours while Satoru silently listened to her before leaving when Satoru had to go back to his training.
December 7 1997
Today was the day of Satoru's birth. His family and the elders of the Gojou clan would gather to celebrate his birthday but each year it was always the same. He recieved ravish gifts he did not care for and was praised for his ability. It felt like they were celebrating the birth of a user of the Limited Cursed Technique and the beholder of the Six Eyes but not Satoru himself. He felt empty inside while his family rejoiced. He pulled away from the festivities and went towards the garden, silently hoping to meet a certain servant girl. As if she had heard his thoughts she comes running towards his direction. "Satoru, Satoru!" Panting as she reaches him holding something in her hand. "Happy birthday Satoru!" She shoves a beautiful red rose into his hands. He remained stunned but felt the warmth from her genuine words, he smiled towards her "thank you.."
"How dare you servant girl!" As an older lady of the Gojou clan emerges interrupting their moment. The older lady calls for the other servants to take the girl away, the yound girl shouts "Happy birthday!" while being pulled away. Satoru could only gaze at her holding his present while she disappears. He realized he never actually knew her name.
That was the last time he ever saw that girl.
December 7 2005
"Happy birthday Satoru." Geto says to him with a smile while Shoko stands behind him repeating the exact same words "Happy birthday." Gojou looks at them bewildered, "how did you know it was my birthday?" "Well that's a secret" Geto replies as he shares a knowing smile with Shoko. "What tell me!" Gojou pouts begging his friend where he found about such crucial information about him.
"Anyways, let's go eat! Oh and Satoru you're paying."
"It's my birthday why do I have to pay?!" He exclaims as he trails behind a smiling Geto and a giggling Shoko. He felt the warmth, he never thought he'd never feel again until that too came to an end.
"Sir, you've arrived at your destination."
Gojou snaps out of his trance as he realizes the taxi has stopped in front of his apartment. He quickly pays the taxi driver, thanking him before getting off. He rides the elevator in silence as he reaches the door to his home. He grasps the handle and opens the door.
"Surprise!"
As party poppers and streamers go off as he opens his front door. There you were holding a giant cake with candles while the first years surround him. Standing behind you, was the second years, Shoko, Ijichi, Principal Yaga and even Nanami all crowed in his living room.
"Happy birthday Gojou sensei!" Itadori shouts almost tackling his teacher. He could hear a chorus of "happy birthdays" from all around the room. Gojou stands in shock at the sight he's seeing before Nobara practically shoves a bouquet of flowers into his hands. "These are for you!"
"Hurry up and blow the candles sensei, oh and make a wish too!" Itadori exclaims, breaking him from his daze-unable to comprehend the sight before him.
"Happy birthday Satoru" You smile at him while holding a cake out to him. Oh, he feels the warmth he thought he had lost forever. Seeing the people surrounding him. His body feels warm and complete, as a wide smile graces his face. Maybe this time?
"Thank you.."
He lowers his head and takes a moment before blowing away the flames in a single huff. He hears cheers from the students, while the adults stand around him with varying expressions.
"Finally, let's eat!" Panda exclaims while everyone gathers into the living room. The coffee table and dining table filled with an abundance of various food. Gojou hears chatter and laughter all around him.
"Hey sensei, what did you wish for?"
"That's a secret, Yuji kun!"
He wished for this warmth to never disappear.
Bonus
"You know, you guys technically broke into my home."
"It was (L/N) sensei's idea!"
"Hey!"
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