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so im like a fiend for traditional chinese desserts right and the most DELICIOUS idea came into my head

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧

So. Emperor!Gojo in a Apothecary Diaries esque world (Tang/Ming/basically ancient China setting), and you, who’s unfortunately been isekai’d by way of a very coincidental Truck 哥哥 incident.

And now you’re in the body of a concubine who mysteriously shares your name and appearance, almost like you were her reincarnation.

The concubine is rather...neglected, to her detriment and your rather gleeful benefit. She hadn't been visited once by Emperor!Gojo, who you'd only heard of in hushed whispers and personified in the empire's crest as a snow leopard, the likes of which the concubine had only seen in art, and what you'd seen a couple weeks before the truck hit at the zoo. The concubine, it seems, was the daughter of a notable family that the emperor required support from...and you were the...willing? not so willing? Payment. You couldn't tell...you'd pretended to lose your memories from illness when you woke up.

You started yearning for sweets pretty soon, the desserts in this era much less varied and more rudimentary than your own time.

However...you didn't intend to draw Emperor!Gojo's attention when you started making those sweets and pastries with your knowledge, being a bakery owner in your modern life.

You much less didn't intend to draw his favour, too.

(Also thinking about a Suguru x Apothecary!Reader in the same universe more along the lines of Maomao and Jinshi where Suguru is the emperor's secret brother instead of the emperor's son because that would be weird.)

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wait i did not expect so many votes woah

anyways since Gojo and Toji are so close together...I'll do 'em both LMAO

Dunno when its gonna come out since I wanna finish L in Love first but it will!!!

What would you guys like to see more in a smau (Winter Olympics AU) Skier! Reader btw (not projecting totally)

I see Sukuna as more of an archer which is Summer Olympics </3

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What would you guys like to see more in a smau (Winter Olympics AU) Skier! Reader btw (not projecting totally)

I see Sukuna as more of an archer which is Summer Olympics </3

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Bewitched Me, From the First Time that You Kissed me ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Suguru

You get that you can’t share certain information during the shared dreams with your soulmate- the rules were taught to you since you started having them as a child, after all- but it seems like he isn’t willing to talk about himself, no matter how much you try to get him to! What's the matter with him, and why is he so hesitant about meeting you?

Containing:

Soulmate AU (Shared Dreams), First Kiss, Secrets and miscommunication, College, but there's still curses AU, we HATEEEE the higher ups, slight Forbidden Love?, Hopeless romantic reader <333

Notes: Mimi tries to avoid use of phrase "Y/N" at all costs; Any feedback is appreciated esp when it comes to writing x readers to be more inclusive in general!

You loved the idea of having a soulmate. Having someone who the universe knew would be the one for you? It felt like something you'd listen from the book of fairytales that your mother would read to you before you'd go to sleep. There were rules though, something she had explained in the weeks leading up to your 4th birthday when you would finally tire from bouncing off the walls endlessly in excitement.

She'd sat you down at the dinner table in a manner that made you sit straighter and puff your chest out. It felt a lot like those meetings that your father had when he brought you with him for Bring your Kid to Work Day.

What was that word again? Important? Maybe.

You wondered what your soulmate would look like. Your mother had taken you to a shaman that specialised in soulmates to find out more and he'd said that it was a guy. You hoped he was pretty.

Your mom sighed, noticing how your eyes glazed over again in a daydream.

"Hey sweetie, you know how you've been really, really excited over meeting your soulmate tomorrow night?" She asked, noticing how your attention immediately snapped towards her at the words 'your soulmate'. It was adorable how set you were on the idea of love.

"Yeah?" You smiled, a giddy smile on your face from the mere idea of meeting them like a true hopeless romantic.

"Well, there's some rules in place that you have to follow, okay? So make sure to listen to me really closely, and then I'll take you out for some ice cream." She said, smiling at your excited nod.

The first rule was your least favourite- that you wouldn't be able to remember what they really looked like once you woke up. Sure, you'd know it instantly the moment you met them, but it still sucked! How were you supposed to rememberif they were pretty or not?!

The second was that you couldn't tell them your name, or your address, or really anything that would make them be able to find you by purposefully searching for it. You could, of course, but again, you wouldn't remember it. If you tried to remember, your mum said, you wouldn't be able to get the words out, like they were stuck in your throat.

She had laughed at the downtrodden look on your face, telling you that these were just how things were. The universe liked fate, and fated lovers never needed to search for each other. Searching would be like doubting fate, and that meant doubting the universe.

You were upset about the fact that you wouldn't know right away for approximately…30 minutes, settling on the concept that in the end, it was just more romantic that you didn't need to search, that it was fated. That one day, your soulmate and you would stumble across each other and it'd be the best day of your life.

Your mother smiled as she tucked you into bed, the biggest, most infectious grin on your face.

It was finally the night- finally time to meet your soulmate!

"You have to calm down, you know. Otherwise you'll never fall asleep," Your mother soothed, brushing your hair aside and barely failing to hold her laughter back at the giggle you let out. "We don't want to keep your soulmate waiting all night, do we? I bet they're already asleep."

You let out a gasp, appalled that you might make your soulmate angry before you even met them, instantly pulling the blankets over your head and screwing your eyes shut tight as your mother shut the lights off with a last goodnight kiss to your forhead.

Sleep came quick, your body tired from the way you were basically bouncing off the walls in excitement.

Your soulmate was already there when you arrived in your shared dream, and you were almost giddy with how pretty he was. You ran down the hill that the dream took place in, looking at him with a smile.

"Hi! Are you my soulmate?" You asked, holding your hand out with a smile as you introduced yourself.

He turned around, and wow. Shiny, smooth black hair and striking violet eyes that made your smile even bigger as he returned it, taking your hand. It was a shame that you'd forget it, when you were awake to daydream about him.

"I think so. My name's Suguru, though my mother says that we won't remember it while we're awake…but I still want to know your name." He said, a thoughtful smile on his face.

You nodded, introducing yourself enthusiastically, sitting down next to him and feeling your heart flutter in your chest when he scooted to sit next to you. Your shoulders were just barely touching as he pointed to a cloud that he said 'looked like a tray of zaru soba', which you thought didn't make any sense,

"…because zaru soba outside of the tsuyu looks like any old lump, Suguru!" You exclaimed, cheeks puffing up in a pout.

"So? That doesn't mean it doesn't look like it!" He retorted calmly with a smile, the argument barely fazing him.

You'd heard from your mother that you'd fall fast, but you didn't realise it was like this, waking up with a dreamy smile and vague memories at a boy that loved zaru soba and the clouds up above.

Fifteen years later…(21 years old)

You had dreams with the boy for a month or so, looking forward to sleeping more than being awake, the way you found yourself infatuated with him, until you started waking with fuzzy memories of long hair, a voice like silk, and change.

He started being more secretive, preferring to listen to you rather than debate in the admittedly childish discussions that he used to, bringing up deep questions that went right over your head.

"Hey…do you think that there's more on Earth than just humans and animals and stuff?"

"What, like…ghosts? Don't be silly, $u%u#u. Of course not."

"…Right."

And then you both entered high school, and you woke up with clear dreams without a glimpse of black hair that you'd tie into a bun, without flashes of deep purple that you always described as magical, bewitching, even.

It was clear. Your soulmate had either lost interest in you, or was hiding from you in the vast, grassy hills of your shared dream. They were endless, as far as you both could tell.

You couldn't stand the thought of your soulmate, someone who you'd never met awake but knew in your heart that he was the one, would grow bored of you or reject you, so you settled for the latter.

You couldn't talk nor find him face to face, but you knew that he'd hear. So you did what you knew best, talked about anything- your day, your feelings, anything into the rolling green hills and blue skies- except how you felt about him, for fear that that small seed of resentment against him that you yourself resented would be the last straw to drive him away.

So that's where you found yourself.

"It's my twenty first birthday tomorrow, so I'm going out with my friends." You commented, sitting down on a patch of grass that used to hold two.

"I know that I still have that essay due on Monday…but it's my birthday, you know? The essay can wait, can't it?" You said with a laugh, longing for someone who you hadn't seen since the last week of middle school.

But who was to say that you hadn't truly seen him since the first time you saw him?

You still stayed a hopeless romantic, trying to find that missing piece that made your heart ache when waking up from yet another dream that held just you.

You didn't even know what possessed you to speak about specifics, the words coming out before you could stop it.

He'd forget in the morning anyways…if he was even listening.

"Anyways…I'm going to this nearby club with my friends for the night. Party and everything. It…doesn't matter, anyways. You're going to forget that in the morning."

You just stared up at the clouds for the rest of the dream, waking up soon after in your bed at your dorm all alone. Your friends had found their soulmates near the start of college, like most of the soulmate pairs you'd seen before- it was considered to be the average time for soulmates to meet.

You mainly spent the morning going to your classes, working on your essay during lunch and any free time you could to make up for the fact that once you went back to your dorm, not much work was going to get done. Your friends had all gathered with you at your dorm, the suite becoming a flurry of activity as you all got dressed to impress …though you'd all be the best dressed regardless.

Not like it mattered. It wasn't like you'd see your soulmate. You didn't know why, but you felt yourself unable to feel any happiness or self satisfaction when you looked at yourself in the mirror like you normally did. It was strange….but you shrugged it off as you and your friends packed into the car together.

It really wasn't a smart idea, looking back. There were seven of you, and the car was supposed to fit five. Three up front- the passenger seat seating two, and four in the back that made you pray that no police would trouble you tonight.

The club was a well known one- Neon Gloss- that was considered the 'de facto' club for celebrations due to their deals, namely free drinks for you, the birthday girl. It was three or four drinks in and two hours spent dancing under bright lights that you excused yourself from the dance floor under the guise of needing the bathroom that you found yourself accosted by a man who had clearly made a business out of spending as much time at a club as possible.

"C'mon, don't you know what a deal you're getting? Just one song, hm?"

He was the definition of the word sleazy, his attempt at a charming smirk coming off more remnicent of the Cheshire cat, too much teeth and leaving no doubt that there were nothing but twisted intentions in his mind. You knew these kind of people well- greasy haired alcoholics that would no doubt take advantage of an unattended drink.

Your soulmate would never.

"…No thank you, I think my friends are looking for me-" You muttered, trying your best at concealing your discomfort as you moved past him, hoping to lose him in the crowd only to be dragged back by a grip too rough and clammy with sweat. He'd introduced himself earlier as "Takashi", and leered at you, reaching for your drink. You dropped it in an attempt to call attention to yourself as you tried to pull away, the glass shattering on the floor, muffled by the loud, blaring sound of the DJ's and club patrons singing loudly along to the music. You felt the tell tale queasiness of nausea in your stomach, a sign of one or two too many drinks.

"Now, now, don't be going too soon, huh?" Tadashi grinned, sending chills down your spine as he pulled you into the empty hall to the bathrooms, his shoes crushing the glass, squeezing your wrist too tight. "I've been watching you all night, birthday girl. Why don't you get me a drink, with that discount of yours?"

You don't know why you opened your mouth to scream when it'd be drowned out in comparison to the people dancing and having a better time than you, but your voice died in your throat when you caught a glimpse of someone coming around the corner to the hallway, a tall man with silky, long black hair that caught your eye immediately, who stopped in his tracks unnoticed by Tadashi. You closed your mouth to open it again and shout once again, for help-

Only to keel over and throw up all over Tadashi's shoes. The action ended before you could fully register what you had done, looking up at the drunk's face, contorted in rage, unable to see if the tall man with the long hair had stayed or left.

Well, might as well rub it in.

You thought to yourself as you balled up the acrid taste in your mouth and spat at his face, defiance in your eyes as you stared at him. Your voice was hoarse as you yelled at him, voice ringing out in the silence

"…Let go of me, you-"

"YOU LITTLE BI-"

Tadashi roared, raising his free hand as you flinched away, waiting for the sharp sting of pain that never came. A single hand had stopped him, pulling the would-be assaulter away from you with so much force that he was knocked to the ground.

It was him. The man with the long hair and…violet eyes…?

Oh.

Him.

You were so caught up in memories of grassy hills and fluffy clouds, of a voice so smooth it could've been made out of silk that you heard less and less, that you didn't notice him turn to face you, gently grasping you by the shoulders and moving you away from the puddle of your throw up.

It was all coming back in a rush that was almost overwhelming.

So this was what it was like, to meet your soulmate. To feel their touch for the first time, to remember everything you had shared…and everything that you hadn't.

"Are you okay?" He asked, voice a low murmur like it was caressing every syllable, deeper than when you last spoke to him. So familiar, like you've heard it for decades, and yet not at all. "It's overwhelming, isn't it? I prepared myself beforehand…and yet."

"And yet." You were nearly unable to hear yourself over the thundering of your heartbeat and the blood rushing through your veins as you echoed his words. "You're…You…You're Suguru."

"Yes, yes I am." Suguru replied, and it felt so strange to finally have a face, a voice, anything more tangible than a feeling that you would remember. His hair was long, longer than the last time you saw him, partially arranged into a half up bun with his singlar bang left untied. Bewitching, violet eyes that were a shade you'd never seen before, and they almost seemed to drink you up, taking every centimeter, every minor shift of your face. "I almost forgot how your face looked like, after only listening to your voice for so long."

"…And I almost forgot everything about you." Your voice was whisper soft, unconsiously containing an edge of bitterness to it. It surprised you, but didn't surprise him one bit. After all, he'd left you, his soulmate, for no reason, no memories to remember him. He'd resent himself too. "I'm more surprised than anything that…"

He finished your sentence; That phenomenon was a common thing to occur with soulmates, after all. "…That you'd ever meet me in the first place. Want to head outside, clear your head?" Suguru asked, offering his arm to you. You stared at it, briefly, but merely nodded in response, walking in front of him.

You couldn't help but yearn to take that arm…but he'd made you wait for six long years…longer if you counted the months when he started to drift away from you…so it felt like a deserving jab.

Petty, but deserving, by the way Suguru's eyes were burning a hole in the back of your head, and you couldn't tell whether it was out of desperation or something else. All you knew was that he was drinking every centimeter of you in, like a man starved and deprived of thirst.

You walked through the hallway, past the bathrooms, through cool concrete walls plastered with colourful posters from events and live shows past to a door that led to a secondary exit to an alleyway. Walking out onto the sidewalk, you turned to him, leaning against a streetlight.

"You're not mad at me." He murmured, stopping a few paces in front of you, his face shadowed by the light of the street lamp where yours was illuminated. "You're trying to act like you are, but you're not."

To your credit, you tried your best, but your glare had no heat, and your words had no real edge, giving you no choice but to concede. "…No. I'm not. Just…why, Suguru?" The words sounded more desperate than you wanted them to, more revealing than they should've. After all, that was the question resounding in your mind every quiet, lonely night.

Suguru didn't know how to respond. Sorcerers had an isolationist lifestyle, especially regarding to soulmates. The loss of a soulmate was crushing, and in such a dangerous line of work, sorcerers were encouraged to cut ties with their soulmates as soon as possible- it was considered better for a sorcerer's soulmate to live thinking that they didn't have a soulmate than form that connection and experience the crushing grief that came with a dead soulmate one had formed a deep connection with.

He didn't know why he'd come to the nightclub. He didn't know how he knew, to come here at this time, but something called him here. To Suguru, it felt like he would find his missing piece; something to fill the hole in his heart that he cut out when he entered Jujutsu High.

Maybe whatever divine being that set up the soulmate system had finally gotten fed up.

And yet…he came anyways. The first intention was to observe. Just catch one glimpse of you, of the life he could've had, and then to leave.

He knew who you were from the first time he saw you.

It hurt, to sever ties with someone so important, but it was for the greater good. It was cruel, to see you, who he knew had never given up hope once, and yet never give you a chance for you to see him.

But then he saw that man follow you, his soulmate, and damn it, he couldn't help but follow. And then he saw a hand raise, and he couldn't help but react.

And by then it was too late. From the first time he touched you, made eye contact with you, Suguru was a goner. He made up his mind then and there, standing under the streetlight.

He couldn't tell you everything, but…he could explain himself just a little bit more.

"I've…not been the most open to you. I know that. There's a lot I can't tell you right now, and there's some things I will never be able to tell you. Just… please listen to me, believe me that I had no control over." He hadn't realised that he'd reached out, holding your hands like a lifeline.

"Is this about… the ghosts that you kept seeing?"

He didn't expect you to remember. It had to be ages since he first told you. Since he first referred to them as ghosts. When he was a young boy who didn't know what a curse was. He didn't answer. Couldn't answer, words stuck in his throat like soba gone down the wrong pipe. It was all he could do to just continue to hold onto your hands and squeeze just a bit tighter, nod stiffly with shame because if he hadn't seen those damn curses, then he could have been spending a lifetime with you already.

But he could. It was a curse in itself.

Your eyes widened at his confirmation, and as much as you wanted to ignore it, the feeling of his hands holding yours made you feel a fluttering warmth in your chest that you hadn't felt since the last time you talked to him. It sobered you up, that warm feeling coupled with the piercing look in his eyes. Your voice was hoarse, and yet your eyes were brimming with…love? Not as far, but something similar. Affection, maybe.

Because at the end of the day, he was here. With you. And from the way he was looking at you like blinking would make you disappear, he wasn't going to leave again.

"Are you safe, Suguru? Are you…Are you okay?" You asked, pulling him a step closer so that you could see him better.

You weren't expecting for that action to kickstart him as Suguru pulled you from your leaning position, hugging -no- embracing you against the soft fabric of the black sweater that he wore. Holding you so tight to him like he wanted to keep you with him forever…and he did. His words, almost devastatingly choked up, like he was broken and you realised how much staying silent during all those dreams had left such a toll on him.

"Your voice…it kept me sane. Being able to remember it…your voice calling my name-" He cut himself off, keeping one arm around your waist as the other trailed up to the back of your neck, tilting it so that you were looking up at him.

Suguru, your soulmate, was looking at you like you were the source of light itself, like a moth drawn to a flame, and you couldn't help it, really. His eyes were just too bewitching, purple with flecks of gold from the streetlamp and a yellowish halo in his hair. Your arms, previously hanging uselessly by your sides shot up to the collar of his sweater, pulling him closer.

Were your eyes not closed as you pulled him into a crushing kiss, you'd honestly be proud of yourself at the shocked look on his face. It may have taken you over a decade, but you'd finally been able to catch your soulmate off guard.

Sorry for this being late everyone!!!! There's...been a lot. I'm a senior in high school in IB Diploma so I've been WEIGHTED with school work and studying (also i had surgery for a skiing injury and then wisdom teeth surgery...so somehow I've already been hit with the ao3 author curse)...but I finally found time to finish this out!! I'm so sorry for the delay, but I will be working and writing the other oneshots...in a much more timely manner. Thank you for being so patient :,DDDD

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God, I'm so Lovesick ᯓ★ Satoru

Satoru Gojo isn’t normal. Not as a sorcerer, not as a coworker, not as a friend, and certainly not as a friend with benefits. After all, why does he keep insisting on doing all the things that a couple does when you two clearly aren’t? It's almost like he likes you or something!

Containing:

Friends with Benefits, Satoru and you being complete idiots, Obliviousness, Unrequited (not really) love, Implied suggestive content, Denial is a river in Egypt...and also in Reader's head apparently, Impulsive confession

Notes: Mimi tries to avoid use of phrase "Y/N" at all costs; Wrote this with Fem!Reader in mind but tried not to mention it very often. Any feedback is appreciated esp when it comes to writing x readers in general!

Nowadays, it feels like you're waking up in his bed more often than not. Silk sheets, sun rays streaming through the floor to ceiling windows of the penthouse, and that grin of his. His hand messed up your hair when he noticed that you were awake, tangled from the activities that have become more and more frequent ever since you two made that deal.

Six months ago..

"Aren't you supposed to be on a date or something?"

You looked up from your paperwork- your students had just come back from another mission with a grade 3 curse. It was your co-worker, white hair and blindfolded in black. You sighed, wondering how he always knew. It'd been going on like this for a while now- you'd find someone to talk to, and just as you were to go out on a date, they'd cancel last minute or ghost you- it made you wonder if it was a curse sometimes.

"Does that Six Eyes of yours count towards other people's love lives or something?" You asked, rolling your eyes and signing the last page before filing it away. You hadn't even bothered to dress up this time- you felt like something happening was inevitable. You and Gojo were somewhat close, you supposed. Not enough to be on a first name basis, but enough to be friendly. He always laughed and said you were being too picky about it, to just call it being friends. So that's what you did.

You called it being friends, but with you both being sorcerers, it wasn't the most normal of friendships. He'd barge into your office proclaiming that the two of you should hang out, which often ended up with him lying on the couch and talking while you did your paperwork…and his as well.

It was nice, though, listening to him talk. You couldn't tell half the time whether his stories were real or not, and he'd usually bring sweets with him. Whether or not you had to bribe him to get them depended on how nice he felt that day about sharing.

"Shame. They're losing out," He commented as he swung your office chair to face him, a hand on one of the armrests. "We should go out for drinks then. You can drink your sorrows away, and I-"

"Gojo, you don't drink. It messes with Infinity, doesn't it?" You said, cutting him off with an unimpressed look. He probably just wanted to laugh at you while you cried and take blackmail photos. The man had a folder full of Megumi photos; he probably had one filled with ones of you at awkward angles too. It was comical how dramatic his face was as it fell, looking like you'd killed a puppy in front of him.

"You're such a party killer…but that's not a no to going out, is it?" He grinned, switching back quickly and leaning back. "Let's get milkshakes, then. I know this one American-style diner in Harajuku that specialises in them."

"…Do I even have a choice?" You asked, crossing your arms in your chair. When it came to sweets, the man was nothing short of ravenous.

"Nope!" Gojo chimed, using the sleeve of your uniform to pull you up and tug you with him as he headed out the door. "And stop with that 'Gojo' stuff, will you? Call me Satoru, like a normal friend."

The ride to the diner was…relatively uneventful, though you could feel his eyes on you the entire time if you weren't looking. You both were looking through the menu before you got fed up with his staring- he'd been staring, almost studying you over his menu.

"Spit it out, Gojo." You sighed, still holding up the pretence of looking through the menu. You'd decided on what you wanted a while ago, anyways.

"What do you mean, spit it out? I'm not doing anything of that sort." He said, a faux-innocent expression on his face as he put down the menu, calling over a waiter to order.

You finally looked up from your menu as the waiter took them and gave your order, leaving with a strange look at Gojo's white hair and blindfold. Your eyes narrowed as you both waited for your drinks. "You keep staring at me weird. Spit it out already." It was probably just a prank that he wanted to pull on Nanami or something.

"You ever heard of an arrangement called being friends with benefits?" He asked casually, one arm resting over the top of his booth chair, already talking before you could answer. The milkshakes had come by, and while they looked delicious, they sat abandoned for now. "I'm interested in one. With you. You don't need to worry about feelings, anything like that. If you're not into it, then I understand, and we can-"

Your first instinct was to say no. That it was a stupid idea. Your second was that it was a prank. Your third…considered it. After all, Gojo wasn't bad looking. Far from it, to be exact. White hair that you knew was soft because of how he once spent an afternoon talking about his hair products that perfectly matched his eyes. Oh, those eyes. You'd only seen them twice, but they were unforgettable. They had to be the prettiest ones you'd ever seen, a cross between some sort of gemstone or crystal and blue glacier ice.

Fuck it, you're sorcerers. You'd have to be dreaming if you expected to live a long life...though Gojo probably would, being the 'Honoured One' and all.

You were so caught up thinking…or admiring, sipping on your milkshake, that you didn't notice that he was still talking when you answered.

"I'll do it."

"That's totally fine! I don't want to pressure you into anything and- wait what?" You'd never seen Gojo so stunned before. You couldn't see his eyes behind that blindfold of his, and he was ever so thankful for that because he just knew that the way his eyes widened was embarrassing.

You couldn't help smiling, leaning back against the back of your booth as you relaxed. "I said that I'd do it, Gojo."

"Then call me Satoru. It's only right if we're going to be in this sort of relationship," His mouth turned up into a grin that you knew meant he was about to say something weird. "After all, I can't have you calling me by my last name while we're-"

You silenced him before he could say anything else by shooting him a glare. "Gojo, I swear to God-"

"What're you thinking about?" His voice, slightly rough from sleep. He had one arm around you as he leaned down, pressing his lips to your neck before you playfully swatted him away. "C'mon, tell me!"

"Ack- Watch it Pretty Boy! I just woke up!" You giggled, burying your body further in the sheets. "Just thinking about when we first made the deal." According to the man, you'd become a lot more cheerful lately, and you were inclined to agree. Probably because you two started spending time together a lot often.

"Oh yeah? Well… I don't know about you, but I'm thinking about spending the day together. I have a vision and everything." Satoru grinned, sitting up and tugging on your arm like he had that day, when your relationship with him changed. You couldn't help but laugh as he all but pushed you into the bathroom, closing the door.

He'd changed since then, too. Or rather, his behaviour towards you did, at the very least. Sure, there were the times when he'd barge into your office, but you'd rarely see him outside of Jujutsu High. Since the previous November, you found yourself seeing him nearly every single day…and often every night, with the nature of your arrangement. It was almost like having a boyfriend. Almost. Because he wasn't your boyfriend. The way he'd take you out, for dinners and to places that could've passed for dates? The way that he'd make breakfast for you in the morning while you were asleep even though he preferred to just reheat food? How he'd grin just a bit wider whenever you called him Pretty Boy?

It made you almost double guess yourself sometimes.

Because sometimes, you'd wake up to him asleep, his arm holding you close to him like you'd leave the moment you woke up, and you'd almost believe that this whole arrangement was something more. Because he'd sense that you just weren't up to it occasionally, and instead say "Let's just sleep tonight, I'm tired and it's late. You should just stay over,"

And so you'd wish for something more.

It was an impossible dream, really. He was Gojo Satoru, for heaven's sake. The strongest, whose birth shook the world of Sorcerers and humans alike to its core when his eyes opened to reveal a power that hadn't been seen for at least a century. It'd take nothing short of a miracle for someone like him to become remotely interested in you.

You came out of the shower to a new dress laid out on the already made sheets. He was clearly planning something fancy; from the soft fabric to the floral blue pattern that sprawled across the white cloth. It was beautiful, and not the first outfit he'd gotten you, but as you put it on…you couldn't help but wish that he'd given it to you because he liked you. Not as a friend, not as a co-worker, not as whatever you were now, but as someone to love. God, he confused you. He had to know what he was doing, acting like this.

He wouldn't tell you where you two were going no matter how much you pestered him, meaning you had to rely on your memory. He took you from train station before you two finally got onto a bullet train and watched as the city turned into countryside. Getting off onto some station in the middle of nowhere, Satoru grinned as he ignored your questions and linked your arms together, pulling you close to him.

"Sorry, Sunshine, but I couldn't have you figuring out where we were going." He murmured, winking. You hadn't even realised that he'd neglected to put on the blindfold today.

"Pretty boy, what do you mean-" Your voice was cut off by your own yelp as you felt the familiar rush of queasiness as your surroundings morphed.

Of course something felt off. He hadn't fucking teleported them.

"Satoru, I swear to-" Your voice that was about to raise faltered, as you looked around. "…Where are we?" Your lips whispered, mind, body and soul utterly entranced by the sight that lay before you.

It was beautiful. You and Satoru were standing on the bank of a lake that was filled with floating red lotuses, the overhead sun making the water that you could see shimmer with flecks of pale yellow and gold.

"Somewhere in Northern Thailand. Nice, isn't it?" He answered from where he was standing, one arm around you- you hadn't even noticed when he'd done it- with a smile on his face.

The words 'Nice is an understatement' were caught in your throat as you turned to look at him, lips slightly parted open in what was normal to him, but to you was in absolute awe.

Satoru was always a good looking guy, handsome even. But oh, he was radiant. His white hair was striking on a normally, but in the sun on a day like this, you swore that it was glowing like a halo around him. Blue eyes that looked like they were made out of stained glass and long lashes that looked almost frosted in snow that would never melt. You both were in your mid 20's, but the one word that came to mind when looking at him was boyish, and it made a smile rise to your face as he took your hands in his.

"Dance with me, C'mon!" He said, eyes sparkling in a way that made you second guess everything again, eyes widening and cheeks heating up in a way you knew you had many times before…though you were pretty sure Satoru never noticed. You nodded, slightly stunned as he started leading you in something resembling a waltz, a giddy laugh escaping your lips.

"There's not even any music to dance to!" You spoke, laughter seeping through the pauses of your words as you took one hand off his shoulder to try and get hair out of your face from how he spun you around.

"I got it all in here, don't worry!" He smiled, guiding your free hand to just over his heart, and you prayed that he couldn't feel how warm your skin was or how your own heartbeat sped up.

"You're so stupid…" You mumbled, looking away as that smile got to you again.

Really, you had to get a hold of yourself. This was getting unbearable.

"Stupid? After I got you this?" He asked, a shit eating grin on his face as he turned you around, taking out a small jewelry box. "I'd be crushed if you thought that of me after this."

You felt the smooth chill of metal against the skin of your neck, instinctively looking down. He'd gotten a necklace. Aquamarine set in silver, the metal swirling around it in fibers so thin they looked almost liquid in the sun. It was beautiful.

And so, so wrong. Because a gift like this was something you got for someone special, and you…you weren't special to Satoru. Not in the way you wished it to be. Not enough to warrant what you were pretty sure was a custom made necklace that clearly cost more than double your monthly rent

So why did it create that familiar pit in your stomach? That blockage in your throat which didn't go away no matter how hard you swallowed?

You turned around and could barely get the words out, voice quiet as you whispered, "…Satoru, I can't-"

"You can't what?" He asked, a mix between a confused look and smile on his face. "I know I've never bought you jewelry before, but-"

"I can't do this anymore!" The words came out of your mouth faster than you realised. His mouth was still open from when he was speaking, and his eyes were wide in what one could only describe as utter shock.

Silence fell over you both. He was looking at you like you were someone special.

Oh. You'd messed up.

Oh.

You felt wetness on your cheeks. Strange, it wasn't raining.

You were crying, weren't you?

Looking at Satoru, he was about to cry as well.

"Satoru, I- I-" Your lips were wobbly as you slowly stepped away, barely holding yourself together. You were trying to look at anywhere else but him, really, hands fisted in your clothing with enough force to worry about the fabric ripping.

"I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. I just-"

You were cut off by Satoru's voice so quiet yet so loud, faltering in a way at the end that just made your heart break. "Did I do something wrong? Tell me, please. I can- I can make things better. I'll make it better. Whatever it is, just tell me and-"

"No, you really can't." You whispered, forcing out a smile as you wiped your tears, the necklace, as delicate as it was, weighing like a thick chain of solid steel on your body. "Because you make everything better, you see. And that's the problem. I've not been a very good friend with benefits to you, you see."

"I've gone and fallen for you, and the worst part is that I don't even know when it started. I just look at you and feel dizzy with how my heart starts beating so fast."

That's strange. Why was he smiling with the purest form of relief on his face when he had been fighting a look of utter despair beforehand? He had to have lost it. Congratulations, you're to be credited as the person who made Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, lose his mind faster than any curse. Fantastic.

"That's embarassing. I arrange all this, get you nice jewelry, and you still steal the first confession?" He said, half to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe I should've listened and told you sooner."

You couldn't do anything else but stare, mouth agape with confusion as he stepped forward towards you, eyes filled with nothing short of adoration on his face.

"I had all planned out, really. I honestly had half the mind that you already knew." Satoru grinned, staring at you like you were the only one in the world. You were so close to him. Sure, you'd been closer, but everything felt different. Lighter. As if the necklace had lost all its weight since he had put it on you.

"You didn't know at all?" He asked, his fingers briefly resting on your hand before traveling up to rest on your cheek, bring your face closer to him.

"Not one bit." You breathed out, as you both leaned in, eyes closing and lips meeting.

It wasn't your first kiss, not by a long shot.

But you were pretty sure it was your favourite.

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Made everything myself on Canva! Got images from Pinterest!

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Valentines Event 2025 Masterlist

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In the mood for a silly romance this February? Feeling a little delusional because it's Valentines? Mimi's got you with her first ever event, inspired by Laufey's discography and enough tropes to fill a tierlist! The taglist is still open, comment to be added!

I want a love like I've seen in the movies ✦ . 　⁺ ♡ . ୨୧

▶Lovesick, featuring Satoru Gojo||02.01

Satoru Gojo isn’t normal. Not as a sorcerer, not as a coworker, not as a friend, and certainly not as a friend with benefits. After all, why does he keep insisting on doing all the things that a couple does when you two clearly aren’t? It's almost like he likes you or something!

Tropes: Friends with Benefits, Idiots in Love, Obliviousness

**Slight suggestive content (implications of the Friends with Benefits trope)

▶Bewitched, featuring Suguru Geto||02.08

You get that you can’t share certain information during the shared dreams with your soulmate- the rules were taught to you since you started having them as a child, after all- but it seems like he isn’t willing to talk about himself, no matter how much you try to get him to! What's the matter with him, and why is he so hesitant about meeting you?

Tropes: Soulmate AU (Dream variation), First Kiss, Secrets

▶From the Start, featuring Kento Nanami||02.14

You and Kento Nanami have been practically joined at the hip since you two were four and have stayed together ever since. You just wish that he would see you as something more than that! The childhood best friend never makes it far in romance anyways...right?

Tropes: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining

▶Valentine, featuring Ryomen Sukuna||02.22

You’ve been the rule following foil to notorious delinquent Ryomen Sukuna since entering high school. You both argue every time you see each other, so what led things to change?

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Awkward first date, Forced proximity

▶Falling Behind, featuring Toji Fushiguro||02.28

Running a bookstore means that you don’t usually see people like Toji Fushiguro walk through the door...or generally know who the rising hockey star is. When your budding friendship is forced to evolve into something more due to the nature of Toji's fame, what else could come out of it but trouble?

Tropes: Fake relationship, Hockey romance, Meet-cute

B-Sides✦ . 　⁺ ♡ . ୨୧

Headcanons that will come out during the event(unscheduled posts)

▶Like the Movies -- The JJK Men taking the place as characters in Romance movies

▶Dear Soulmate -- More Soulmate AUs with the JJK Men, if you liked Bewitched!

▶Encore: Nocturne -- My playlist for this event! It's mainly Laufey and classical in this, but this is what I'm listening to while writing the stuff for this event!.

Visual Calendar ✦ . 　⁺ ♡ . ୨୧

**Click for better quality!!

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If space on the taglist runs out, follow the tag #L in Love ✦ . 　⁺ ♡ . ୨୧ !!

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Made everything myself on Canva! Got manga scans and images from Pinterest!

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Wecome to the Boba Shop! (Mimi's Prompt Request Form)

When submitting a boba shop order, please format it like this:

"Can I get/order a [size] [temperature] [drink] with [topping 1], [topping 2], and [topping 3]?"

Please make sure to check if requests are open! Any submitted while closed WILL be deleted. Current Request Status: CLOSED!

Drink Sizes/Request Length

Small/8 oz-Headcanons (Bullet points, 1 topping)

Medium/12 oz- Written Oneshot (5-10K Words, 2-3 toppings)

*Large/16 oz- Written Oneshot ( 10-20K Words, 2-3 toppings) Current Large Drink Orders: [1/10]

*To avoid a backup in orders, Mimi will only be accepting 10 orders of large drinks at a time.

Drink Temperatures/Spice Level

Hot-With Smut

Cold- No smut

Drink Options/Characters

Brown Sugar Fresh Milk - Satoru Gojo

Matcha Latte - Suguru Geto

Wintermelon Tea - Kento Nanami

Taro Milk Tea - Choso Kamo

Thai Tea - Toji Fushiguro

Black Milk Tea - Ryomen Sukuna

Strawberry Fresh Milk - Iori Utahime

Jasmine Milk Tea - Ieiri Shoko

Toppings/Tropes

Note: Please don't select more than one of the AU toppings!

Whipped Cream - College!AU

Brown Sugar Boba Pearls - Streamer!AU

Mango Popping Boba - No Curses!AU

Strawberry Jelly - Slasher!AU

Lychee Jelly - Fantasy!AU

Mango Jelly - Cryptid/Monster!AU

Caramel Pudding - Forced Proximity

Tiramisu Foam - Not-So-Meet Cute

Cheese Foam - Meet Cute

Coffee Jelly - Summer Camp

Aiyu Jelly - Fake Dating

Grass Jelly - Hospital

Crystal Boba - Soulmates

Fresh Taro - Workplace Romance

Oreo Crumbs - Oblivious

Milk Pudding - Jealousy

Creme Brulee - Sports Romance

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Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

Satoru Gojo

Headcanons

N/A

Fics

Lovesick||02.01.2025

Satoru Gojo isn’t normal. Not as a sorcerer, not as a coworker, not as a friend, and certainly not as a friend with benefits. After all, why does he keep insisting on doing all the things that a couple does when you two clearly aren’t? It's almost like he likes you or something! **Slight suggestive content (implications of the Friends with Benefits trope)

Social Media

N/A

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

Suguru Geto

Headcanons

N/A

Fics

Bewitched||02.08.2025

You get that you can’t share certain information during the shared dreams with your soulmate- the rules were taught to you since you started having them as a child, after all- but it seems like he isn’t willing to talk about himself, no matter how much you try to get him to! What's the matter with him, and why is he so hesitant about meeting you?

Social Media

N/A

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

Kento Nanami

Headcanons

N/A

Fics

From the Start, featuring ||02.14.2025

You and Kento Nanami have been practically joined at the hip since you two were four and have stayed together ever since. You just wish that he would see you as something more than that! The childhood best friend never makes it far in romance anyways...right?

Social Media

N/A

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

Toji Fushiguro

Headcanons

N/A

Fics

N/A

Social Media

N/A

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

Ryomen Sukuna

Headcanons

N/A

Fics

N/A

Social Media

N/A

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

Choso Kamo

Headcanons

N/A

Fics

N/A

Social Media

N/A

Various/Multiple

Headcanons

N/A

Fics

N/A

Social Media

N/A

‎♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ Credits

Dividers: JJK Manga Scans that I put a colour filter on

Header: Screencap from the JJK Anime

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RULES

please take them seriously, they’re here for a reason!

General Rules

-Minors and ageless blogs, do NOT follow me. You WILL be blocked- this is for both my personal peace of mind and for yours.

-DNI: Transphobes, Homophobes, Xenophobes, Racists, Sexists, Misogynists, Incels, Zionists, etc.

-English is not my first language! Slightly cliche, but please bear with me!

-I’m quite new to SMAUs, so again, please bear with me if things like formatting change- I’m trying to figure everything out!

-My life is pretty busy so updates will be sporadic- there will be hiatus’s if I have a test or finals coming up but there will be notification in advance!

-I do gn and fem reader, but do not do masc reader

-If I don’t answer your ask after a week or so, then please resend it!

-NOT spoiler free for the fandoms I write

-Do NOT repost and/or translate my work, PERIOD.

-If requests are NOT open, then please don't send requests!

-Asks are ALWAYS allowed!!!

-Do NOT send asks to my main IF they have to do with the stuff on this blog- This is just compartmentalizing for my own sake.

Stuff I do NOT write:

-Incest, scat, vomit, piss, pedophilia, super duper big age gap, non-con, etc. I don't feel comfortable with writing these sort of things, and I doubt that I ever will.

-NSFW for canonically underage characters.

-Mahito or Mei Mei. Another personal choice

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Mimi‎・♡・18・♡・Listening to Classified by OH MY GIRL

Minors, DNI!

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Currently working on:

Request an order from the Boba Shop!

L in Love Valentines Day Event

Fandoms I write for

Creepypasta and Marble Hornets (Masterlist Coming Soon!)

Jujutsu Kaisen

READ THE RULES!

Asks: Open Requests: Open!!! Main: @celloccino AO3: L1mon_C3llo

‎♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ Credits

Pfp from Ponyo by Studio Ghibli Banner from Spirited Away

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