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that feminine urge to read something that makes you cry, get angry, scream, laugh like a hormonal teenager, turn up the heat, feel like the most unique and beautiful human being on earth. *sighs*

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yuuji is my ideal bf, i said what I said

What Pining!Yuuji Would Do For You

itadori yuuji x reader

genre: insane amounts of fluff, comfort

warnings: slightly suggestive

synopsis: you're in for a crazy ride! pining!yuuji means having this loverboy absolutely head-over-heels for you. told in headcanons!

a.n. I can't stop writing about this beautiful boy. I'm so sorry but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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gives you random compliments

it could be a regular, mundane day where you’re carrying out your normal routine while yuuji accompanies you 

just doing some grocery shopping before the week starts,, attempting to get ahead before you’re inevitably caught up in work/school  

and spending some time with him was, without exception, bliss 

yuuji has this magnetic force that pulls everyone in– you included– and it’s no different when the two of you are strolling through the aisles 

he’s sociable, easygoing, and friendly; so of course he’s going to catch bystanders’ attention 

especially with how sincere his words are to you 

“oh,” he hums and points to a brightly colored package, “didn’t you say you wanted to try these last time?” 

and before you can persuade him that you don’t actually need it,, they’re just some silly limited-edition snack you wanted to try,, the blushy haired male places it into the shopping basket 

“I’ll pay! don’t you worry about it!” he’ll mention while placing a gentle hand on your head

he walks off while whistling like it’s nothing,, like it’s normal for friends to pay for each other’s groceries (which was an entire week’s worth) 

and oh boy, you should expect yuuji to carry the basket/push the store cart for you 

it’s basically his job whenever he goes shopping with you 

takes it on with such seriousness that it’s almost concerning 

“oi! you’ll hurt your hands,” he lightheartedly clicks his tongue before taking ahold of the basket in your hands, “it’s heavy. I’ll carry it!” 

and he's so adamant about how 'heavy' it is but uses a couple of his fingers to effortlessly swing it around

follows you through every aisle (even ambles back when you meekly tell him that you forgot an ingredient you wanted) without a complaint,, basically has the patience of a saint 

and each shopping run isn’t complete without yuuji secretly picking out a gift for you 

it could be anything: candied snacks, yummy dessert, a sugary drink,, he’ll just add it onto the conveyor belt before the cashier can finish scanning all the items 

this time though, he’s picked out a small bouquet of flowers for you 

“yuu,” you bashfully tug the bottom of his shirt to convey your appreciation, “you didn’t have to.” 

because they’re beautiful– a handful of radiant flowers that are bunched together in glimmering wrapping paper 

“hm?” 

he seems genuinely confused, an emotion that you’re not used to identifying on his sharp features

brows furrowing, he finally adds, “oh, you meant the flowers? why not? they’re pretty like you.” 

his words seem straightforward, direct but they’re wholly genuine since it’s coming from him 

yuuji wouldn’t say anything he didn’t truly believe 

the cashier casts a knowing glance to you when yuuji’s turned away, digging in his pocket for his wallet to pay, and sends you a badgering wink 

you, on the other hand, are a flustered mess 

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finds any excuse to get closer to you

was yuuji particularly concerned in the ill-kept secret you weren’t willing to tell him? 

not necessarily 

did that stop him from pestering you about it? 

nope 

if anything, he’s revitalized when you peer up at him through your lashes and murmur, “I guess I can tell you now.” 

and you’re so close to him,, he never even realized you obligingly closed the distance by scooting beside him  

“but yuu,” you pause so your lower lip juts out into a pleading pout, “you can’t tell anyone else because this is just between the two of us.” 

there's not a thought in his mind except the fact that he’s so screwed 

because at this angle you’re even more stunning; wide, imploring eyes that are solely focused on him 

and he inwardly melts when he manages to catch a whiff of your sweet perfume,, it never even dawned on him that a person could be the literal embodiment of his desire 

his tongue feels like sandpaper, he’s tumbling over his words but reassures, “you can tell me anything! my lips are sealed.” 

“you sure?” 

to respond, he gestures toward his mouth, zips it close, and metaphorically throws it behind his shoulder 

“good,” you’re obviously pleased at his obedience before you’re waving him closer, “come here then, I’ll tell you.”

you should’ve been puzzled about his unusual speechlessness but you’re buzzing from the excitement of the secret 

and there’s no one else around,, in fact, the spot that the both of you are situated in is surprisingly empty 

the top of the school building is typically bustling with students attempting to get a breath of fresh air before trudging back to class 

yet, yuuji’s alone with you now,, and he’s not about to waste his chance 

it’s almost pitiful how quickly he scurries to heed your every word 

he ends up softly knocking knees with you in his haste, mutters a hurried apology, but it doesn’t seem like you mind 

no, you just twist closer to him, invading his personal space, and he’s holding in his breath 

because if he concentrates hard enough he’s able to feel your warmth on the crook of his neck 

you raise a hand near your lips before your secret easily spills out, “I bought us tickets to the horror movie you were talking about a couple months ago!” 

and it’s silent 

you're beaming at him

yuuji’s speechless because he’s too preoccupied with, well– you 

and he’s consumed with the thought of how sweet you are to him, how your every interaction with him is genuinely wholesome, or how you’re completely oblivious to the effect you have on him 

“I know tickets were sold out in the first week but I pulled some strings,” you explain with a delighted smile, “and managed to snag two for us!”

immediately, his lips crack into the widest grin you’ve ever seen 

in true yuuji fashion, he throws his arms around you to encase you in a warm hug and your giggles are smothered by his chest 

and as he snuggles closer, he breathes you in and tenderly murmurs, “what did I ever do to deserve you?” 

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answers your 2 a.m. phone calls when you can't sleep

“look who’s calling.” 

you recognize the lighthearted jest in his voice as it crackles through the phone’s speaker and immediately you’re put at ease 

it had taken yuuji two rings before he picked up,, he’s never failed to answer your calls whenever you needed him  

although he couldn’t see it, you playfully rolled your eyes at his comment and explained, “just wanted to talk and ask what you’re up to.”

he presses the ‘speaker’ icon on his phone, props it on his pillow, and shifts so his hands are folded beneath his neck 

honeyed eyes staring at the ceiling, he figures losing a bit of his sleep was worth it if it was for you 

“at this hour?” 

he chokes out a laugh, voice a tad bit rough as he jokes,, the sound is a kind of gravelly that would’ve caused you to swoon if it wasn’t for your inkling suspicion that he was fast asleep before you called 

instantly, your heart drops 

“yuu,” you hesitated with a hushed apology, “sorry for waking you up. I just couldn’t sleep so–” 

there’s a rustle on the other end of the phone 

he must’ve tripped on something because there’s a loud clang followed by a string of curses from his mouth 

“I wasn’t sleeping! I was still gaming when you called! I have my headphones on and everything. I’m on, like, level 29 now! so,” he clears his throat, “don’t be sorry that you called.” 

you felt the tips of your ears burning– his reassurance was too sweet,, yet you couldn’t help but shyly prod, “you sure?”

“totally, I’ll even send a picture if you don’t believe me.” 

after the words leave his lips, your phone dings with a notification and truth be told, yuuji’s contact indicated that he had attached a file 

your fingers click on it, curiosity drawing you in, and you’re greeted with a picture of him; perched at his desk with his dark gaming headphones draped over his head 

he’s featured with a lazy grin and has three fingers thrown up in a laid-back pose 

you’re not focused on that, though 

no, you’re instinctively pinching at the screen to zoom in at the enticing dip of his collarbones that peek underneath his nightshirt and how tousled his blushy hair is since it’s so late at night– a different side of yuuji that you’re rarely graced with 

you save the picture to your camera roll 

caught in a flustered daze, you barely hear him call your name over your ogling, “(y/n)?” 

“yup! I see the picture,” you quickly chirp before smoothly changing the topic, “I like the headphones, by the way.” 

he chuckles but softens his voice, almost bashful, “well, you are the one that got them for me for my birthday.” 

“oh my gosh, you’re right! that was so long ago!” 

“it’s only been a month!”

and when the two of you are enraptured in a fit of laughter, he pauses,, lets your gleeful giggle flow through his phone’s speaker and knows that you’re worth every second of his time 

“fair point,” you gasp for air as your lips curl into a smile, “what do you want for your next birthday, then?” 

yuuji manages to brush aside your inquiry, mentioning that he didn’t need anything, and the two of you chat until the sun slowly rises over the horizon 

his eyes lowly droop, threatening to close, but he speaks with the same enthusiasm as when the call begun 

you talk about anything and everything 

hobbies, worries, the future– the whole lot 

yet, you manage to include him in each and every topic 

“the beach would be nice in this weather,” you sleepily suggest and hum, “I feel like you’d really like swimming there. lots of fish and seashells to collect. we should go together sometime. maybe for your birthday.” 

when he hears your soft breathing over the line, indicating that you’d fallen asleep over the call, yuuji quietly chuckles 

“‘for my birthday’ huh? for my birthday, I just,” he repeats your words and confesses with a hushed, “want you to notice me, dummy.” 

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winning game

itadori yuuji x f!reader

genre: fluff (gamer!yuuji drabble!)

warnings: suggestive, broad gamer lingo, 2k words

synopsis: yuuji's great at everything and, unsurprisingly, he's an amazing gamer. but what happens when he gets a little– say– distracted?

a.n. woAH who wrote this?! hehe but hear me out, I luv watching streams and I lowkey game on the side soo, this was expected. I apologize for the person I became while writing this. but oh my gosh, did it change me. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

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gamer!yuuji who begs you to sit on his lap while he's gaming because he loves the way you feel on him

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gamer!yuuji who normally doesn’t mind any type of video game genre. it’s fun! just a little hobby that helps him destress after a long day. as long as he has friends that are willing to play, he’s satisfied. however, it’s rather interesting that he seems to do exceptionally well in fps games. it could be due to the fact that he has reflexes like no other. he can and will adapt to any situation, regardless of the fact that he might not have the most experience in the game or he’s still learning the basics. focuses on minor details; like an enemy’s character model glitching through the wall or hearing their footsteps on the floorboards. any hint that’ll pinpoint his enemies location. which is 100% why he’d have his volume turned up to the max. also, he’s a proficient learner. think of him as the type of person that’s automatically skilled at a game even if he’s never played it before. even in real combat, he just has a knack of strategizing ten steps ahead of the enemy team and wins rounds because of it. and he doesn’t possess a competitive drive like some of the ‘rage-quitters’ on his team but he locks in if he manages to make a mistake. he’ll express a sincere, “my bad!” and then douse the entire opposition the next round, making it to the top of the leaderboard. he has this adorable habit where if he unlocks an incredibly rare achievement and you compliment him on the feat, he’ll tilt his head in confusion. just doesn’t grasp how impressive he is. yet he feeds into your praise like if you had a carrot on a stick. beams at you and cheers, “did you see that? did you think it was cool? I can do it again, watch!” 

gamer!yuuji who tries his hardest to stay quiet while he’s on a voice call with friends but you know it won’t last long. you’re relaxing on his small dorm bed, stretched out while scrolling through your phone, and he’s situated at his desk. there’s a controller cradled in his slender fingers. it’s his preferred way of playing fps games and it’s definitely not the easiest (or most frequently used method) but he’s told you that he enjoys the challenge. doesn’t mind not having hotkeys or easy movement to aid him throughout gameplay. hence, causing his skill to be that much more impressive. the neon colors of his pc illuminate the darkened room, creating a glow around his sharp features and his concentration on the screen in front of him gives you the (very) necessary time to appreciatively stare. he’s clad in the dark, hooded zip up jacket that you gifted him for his birthday. you don’t question the logic of how he can hear when his headphones are over the hoodie that’s haphazardly draped over his pink hair. gaze flitting downward, you’re gnawing on your lower lip when the black tank top yuuji’s wearing does little to conceal his collarbones and the prominent dip of his chest. and the attractive sight is almost enough for you to excuse the raucous callouts that leave his lips. “flanking in,” he announces as he subconsciously leans closer to his screen to get a better view, “crap! they’re baiting! to your right!” and he tries to lessen the intensity of his voice– he really does– but he’s caught in the thrill of being the last person alive on his team. 

gamer!yuuji who’s justification for loading into another match is, “it’ll be quick, promise!” he always keeps his promises to you and this is no exception. though, through his headphones, his friends are loudly pleading for him to play another round. and you just don’t have the heart to tell yuuji to turn their request down. “you can play another, yuu. I can wait,” you suggest with a knowing smile. he moves to pull the headset’s mic away and his lips are pulled into a small frown. his words are soft as he asks, “you sure? I can always tell them I gotta spend time with my girl, ya know. they’ll understand.” and there’s a heat that engulfs you at his casual endearment for you that he uses with his friends. you hum, aware that yuuji deserves to relish in some alone time, “yup! don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you’re done.” after your answer, he seems to contemplate your decision because his brows are furrowed. there’s a sharp glint in his eyes that you recognize and know that he’s come up with a consensus. finally, he leans in his seat to press a delicate kiss on your cheek and murmurs a proposal that benefits the both of you, “sit on my lap for this round, will you? jus’ wanna hold you while I’m playing.” and to prove his point, he swivels his chair in your direction. it's a dangerous game he's playing but he hasn't caught on yet. instead, he moves to spread his legs to make enough room for you, his sweatpants causing the motion to be effortless, and ushers you to him with a pat to his thigh. 

gamer!yuuji who doesn’t feel the slightest bit of embarrassment or shame when his friends clown him over voice chat for whispering sweet nothings into your ear. he’s enamored by you! thinks that he received a literal blessing when the two of you started dating because, like, you’re perfect! and if you don’t share his sentiment then he’ll continually show you that you’re the only one for him. thus, he feels obligated to remind you every single chance he has. “you’re so pretty,” he coos when you’re seated on his lap. his chest is pressed against your back and quite frankly, it’s almost too surreal for him. this angle is, also, absolutely ideal for him to shower you with the praise and attention that you deserve. and goodness, yuuji makes certain of it. he implores you by lifting your chin with his index finger, his touch is gentle. however, the gaze that he settles upon you is heavy. “the prettiest,” he slurs, “all f’me, right?” and this man has his mic unmuted the entire time. of course his friends are quick to tease him, tossing in their own complaints of, “c’mon man!” or “get a room, lovebirds!” but yuuji’s on cloud nine when you’re in his lap like this. you, on the other hand, are the epitome of flustered. you’re reminded of the breadth of his physique because while he’s not necessarily the biggest male in the world, he’s still brawny. with his sleeves pushed up to his forearms, he reaches around you to grab his controller again and utters a teasing, “aw, you guys are haters,” to his friends. unperturbed by their protests, he leans closer, lulled by your saccharine perfume, and rests his head on your shoulder. just a moment of peace shared between the both of you. his arms come around to encase you in a warm embrace, sweetly asking if you’re comfortable, and before long he’s loading up into another game. 

gamer!yuuji who, while waiting for his teammates to rez him, rests his large hands on your thighs. it’s almost alarming how natural the action is. the scenario that usually happens is that he ends up swearing when his character dies, places his controller down, and dives right back into latching onto your thighs. finds pleasure in how soft you are between his strong fingers. “you need anything? water? snacks?” he asks, ready to do anything for your comfort. his fingertips lovingly trace circles on the curve of your upper thighs as he waits for your answer. a mischievous grin dances on his face when he quickly adds, “more kisses?” and his eagerness causes you to giggle as you teasingly push him away when he drifts toward you. “if you win the game I’ll give you a kiss,” you offer and his eyes light up at your words. but then he’s pouting, “but I haven’t kissed you all day!” and you would’ve felt guilty, given his wide eyes and somber dip of his pretty lips, if it wasn’t for the fact that he already has. “you just gave me a kiss, yuu,” you remind him while you’re still comfortably tucked into his chest. “that was just a kiss on the cheek,” he clarifies and huffs like it was obvious, “let me make it up to you now.” but he’s interrupted by one of his friends hollering for him to focus and you’re a fit of giggles when he outwardly sulks. “they need their star player,” you croon. 

gamer!yuuji who’s reduced to sloppy aim/bad callouts because you’re whispering praises and pressing hot kisses on his neck. you didn’t think it’d end up like this but you can’t help but purr, “did so good, yuu. I’m so proud of you,” when he manages to wipe the opposing squad. and at the recognition, he readjusts himself in his seat and nods to himself. like he’s not expecting the low drawl in your tone. or how warm you are in his lap. there’s a foggy daze in his eyes when you angle yourself closer to him so it’d be easier to cheer him on. “hah, you’re proud of me?” he repeats, eyes glued to the screen in hopes of hearing your pretty voice again. you hum, drawing yourself into the junction of his neck and pressing a sticky kiss at the sensitive spot, “mhm, so proud.” he almost drops his controller, scrambling to regain hold on it, and clears his throat at his mishap when his friends comment on it. his ears are tinged red and he weakly breathes out your name. a warning? a plea for more? you’re not sure but it’s hypnotic the way his eyes droop until they’re half-lidded. it’s when you nip at his neck that he smacks a hand over his mouth to muffle the groan that threatens to leave his lips. “not fair,” he rasps as he misses his shots due to your teasing. his team is losing and their star player is slowly losing his concentration the more the match goes on. you trail kisses along the expanse of his neck, reveling in how he squirms from underneath you. he’s melting. fully dizzy when you press another open-mouthed kiss below his jaw. the game ends with yuuji winning but that’s not his biggest victory at the moment. scrambling to mute himself on his mic, he pivots his attention to you, big brown eyes captivated in yours, and pleads, “please kiss me, baby.” his voice is syrupy and thick, like it’s cemented in his throat. the headphones that he wears are immediately discarded. his hands automatically trail down to hold onto your waist, coercing you even closer in his tight hold. he hovers above your glossy lips, fully mesmerized, and he sweetly begs some more, “please.” 

gamer!yuuji who decides it’s his turn to punish you with his own teasing since he won the game. his hands are all over you, smearing along your body in an attempt to memorize the shape. then, he lifts you up, manhandling you so that your legs are on either side of him. now, you’re finally facing him. he does it with ease. a swoop of his strong arms and you're exactly where he wants you. “this’ll be better,” he voices, mostly to himself. likes the weight of you on him. keeps him grounded. yet you can’t help but notice that even his voice is intoxicating. desperate. it almost borders a groan. he gently presses down on your thighs, efficiently laying you over his lap so you’re flush against him. a slow exhale passes his lips at the contact and you’re hyper-sensitive to how rough the fabric of his sweatpants are. hot, heavy– him. he huffs, amused yet greedy, when you weakly whine. and he considers that his earlier speculation was correct. you’re the prettiest like this; cheeks flared with desire and fingers needily tugging at him. he’s not any better. blushy hair a tousled mess and a tinge of red dusting across his face. there are hearts in his eyes. the air between the two of you is suffocating. but he breathes you in like he’s deprived and he’s finally getting his fill now. “gonna let me play with you now, pretty girl?” his breathing is raspy, rising at the ends of it like you have a grip on him that you’re unaware of. he brings a calloused hand up and drapes it along your neck. it's so large in comparison that his thumb brushes along your nape. feels you gulp beneath the press of his fingertips and you're going cross-eyed from mapping out the veins on his hands. and he might ask you about it after. or he might use it as leverage later on. a fact is known though. unknowingly, you flipped a switch within him and this time he won’t lose.

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so fucking good, like im so shocked of what i just read. the words, the feeling I keep feeling while reading this... i-

like seriously, i don't even have words to describe this, except perfect maybe ?

you just made me fall more in love with him, and i thought it was impossible

*ੈ✩ LAST WORDS OF A SHOOTING STAR

pair. itadori yuji x reader

synopsis. in the 3 days following the shibuya incident, itadori yuji emerges as a husk of his former self. with his immediate execution resumed, you both grapple with the feelings you have for each other and come to terms with his impending death.

content. hurt/comfort (lots of comfort, thank art because i was gonna be mean about this and they convinced me not to), slightly canon divergent (taking place between shibuya and the culling games), fluff and minor angst, yuta is the best wingman

wc. ~4.4k

NOVEMBER 1 2018

You imagine that your face was rather ghastly when you received the news.

"Execution?" You repeated, the word tasting bitter on your tongue. No, that was the wrong description. It tasted of death—like iron and the depths of Hell filling your mouth until you were gurgling on it.

Unlike the rest of the Jujutsu Sorcerers from Tokyo, you had been ordered to stay back with Shoko in case of an emergency. You remember your exile from battle had left a similar rotten flavour in your mouth.

You vanished off the face of the earth after the incident was over. Most probably presumed you died in the aftermath. Devoured by a curse, they would say and shake their heads. You were always troublesome. And then they would move on with the rest of the world, all the same.

Lives were only temporary in the world of curses. Focus on who you can save, not who is already gone. They'll only end up a curse in your sleep. What a horrible notion to have.

The truth is that you'd been whisked away with Yuta, who seemed to be scheming a plan of his own. Perhaps as a middle finger to the higher ups he hated so much, or perhaps just for his own selfish reasons. You wouldn't know until he was finished carrying it through—he's too good at keeping secrets.

He wanted your reverse cursed technique, you knew that much for sure, even though he could do it himself. You were useful by his side, fitting into his plot in a way you could not in Shibuya. Feeling some sort of obligation and satisfaction, you followed him like a lost puppy.

And now here you are, seated by a dimming fire in the abandoned part of the city. Yuta was too clever for his own good. You suppose Gojo taught him some things well. This was their plan after all.

Yuji was safe, if only for this moment in time.

"Now with Gojo gone, it would have been easy for the higher ups to send assassins your way."

Ruthless and truthful, you flinch, but Yuji does not. He remains perfectly still in your hold, with your hands rotating his face around to get a better look at his wounds. You pour your cursed energy into him, hoping to breathe life back into his eyes, but they stay dull and empty.

"We'll find a way to stop this," you assure, reaching over to take a sanitizing wipe to clean an open cut. Yuta was too rough on him, but it was at least believable that Yuji was dead. He doesn't even recoil from the alcohol stinging his flesh, too engrossed in his own thoughts.

"Why?" He asks weakly. You gawk at him, but then it melts away into a softness that finally makes him blink up at you. "I'm evil."

"You're not evil, Yuji."

"I am. I killed those people. I did." His voice comes flat and defeated, nothing like the one you used to listen to over dinner while he reenacted shitty western films.

You never realize what you'll miss until it's gone. It's hollow, the ache in your heart.

"You don't understand. How could you? All this blood on my hands—"

"It was Sukuna," you quickly refute.

"And Sukuna only lives because I do!"

His voice raises at you, causing the flames behind you to flicker and crack. It's enough for Yuta to step in, acting as a barrier between your tense bodies. Yuji seems to shrink at this, realizing his emotions have run amok and that he has yelled at you.

You only stare back at him in bewilderment, like a frightened animal. Your upperclassman shakes his head.

"Enough of this. We need to start making plans."

You lay awake that night, alone and anxious. Yuta has taken the first shift of watching and patrolling while the two of you rest, though hesitant to leave you alone. He told you it’s another reason he dragged you along: having three people to rotate shifts instead of just two would be easier on your bodies and minds. The city is not what it used to be, now overrun with curses of all grades.

You reassured him it would be fine, that you would fall asleep quickly and so would Yuji—his body has to run out of steam eventually, right? Oh, what a fool you were.

The tension is so heavy that it's awkward, even though you're sleeping on opposite ends of the tunnel.

"Sleep," you demand as if you were Inumaki, like you have the power to curse him.

His eyes flutter open. Even in the firelight, you don't see any shine in them, seeming as if they had been extinguished of life. "Why don't you?"

"I can't until you do."

"That's stupid," he tells you.

It's not the first time you've argued like this. Back when the world felt right, you would sneak in through his dorm window well into the hours of the night. Platonic, you had convinced yourself. You snuck into his bed seeking companionship as a friend. That's the lie you gorged on.

A piece of you knew, and you're sure he did too, that the way your hands explored his arms was unnatural for two friends, and that friends wouldn't sneak into each other's rooms like this with such severe punishment on the line.

It was safe in his arms, with the dull hum of his television running an old horror film in the background. You didn't have to think about much other than his warmth when you sat between his legs with your back to his chest. Or when his arm was draped over your shoulder and you were pressed into his side—actually, you think you preferred this one though you felt sorry for his sore arm.

You would bicker about dumb, pointless things. Which movie is better, or which character deserved to be mutilated more. It would go on for so long that Megumi would bang his fist on their shared wall to get the two of you to shut up.

There was no curse strong enough to change time itself, so you keep your thoughts and memories to yourself when you respond.

"You'll be too tired to function on your shift," you reason.

"You both will be fine without me." Better off without me, you know he means. You've gotten good at reading between his lines.

You slowly sit up in your sleeping bag, eyes never leaving Yuji. He seems so frail right now, even though he looks more adult than he ever has before.

"Human Earthworm 4 was better than 2," you suddenly say. His eyes peer open again in confusion.

"Huh? 2 was way better."

"I liked the love story in 4," you argue, slowly getting out of your bag to shuffle to his side of the concrete tunnel. He looks at you as if you've said something outlandish, too preoccupied with his thoughts to wonder why you've come so close.

"2 had the best special effects though."

Your body shifts under his blanket.

"But 4 had a happier ending." (As far as 'happy' goes in the Human Earthworm series, at least.)

His arm falls around your waist as it has a hundred times, pulling you into his chest.

"Whatever," he huffs. The next topic comes fast and you're thrown into a full blown conversation with him. If you concentrate enough, you can imagine your bodies being tangled together in his bed, safe and sound.

Concrete and fire and the stench of curses melt away until he's all you can focus on.

"You have weird taste in movies," he concludes with his eyes drifting shut.

NOVEMBER 2 2018

You think you know how to fix broken people until you find that they are more than skin and bones. 

You learn one thing after the Shibuya Incident: there are wounds residing within Yuji just as much as there are marking his flesh.

Yuta, you realize, had left the two of you alone to sleep and has protected you all night. You'll make it up to him, you reason. Yuji deserved to sleep.

When you wake up to his sleeping face, you think his cuts are healing nicely. But then his expression twists up in terror—a nightmare, if he even had enough energy left in him to conjure up dreams. He murmurs in his sleep, shakes his head a few times and thrashes around so much you're surprised you slept through the night by his side.

"Sukuna," he's whispering. Sukuna, Sukuna, Sukuna. King of Curses. The second voice tormenting him that lives in his own brain like a parasite. You bury yourself into his chest and hold him as tight as you can. He relaxes, body releasing its rigid form, but the murmurs continue.

He is shattered beyond repair. No amount of cursed energy could fix that, even if you tried.

You had once watched Yuji electrocute himself trying to set up the janky old television in his dorm room.

He fell back onto the floor with a loud crash, head hitting the wood so hard you thought he might have a concussion. It caused such a racket that Megumi came running into the room asking what happened, demon dog ready behind him in case of an ambush.

You rushed to the floor, discarding all the food you had settled in your lap and crumbled beside him to scoop him into your arms.

"Yuji!" You called him. People rarely used his first name. You felt special, like you knew him better than others did and for some reason that was a privilege. "Are you okay?"

He laughed in your arms, seeming unfazed by the fact that electricity had run through every vein in his body. "I'm fine, see? My finger just slipped."

You and Megumi both sighed in relief, though you always thought it was strange when you reflected on it. Yuji was a funny guy, yes. He was equal parts humour and destruction but not a klutz. Mistakes happen, so you let it slide until now, but some part of you was nagging to ask.

"That day," you start while rolling up your sleeping bag. "You electrocuted yourself. Remember?"

He looks at you funny over his shoulder. Yuta has already started cracking open cans of food for breakfast, embers of your dead fire cracking.

"Hmm, yeah. I remember. Why?"

"I just thought..." you trail off. "Well, Sukuna makes you tough to a lot of things. I'm surprised small electric shocks aren't one of them."

Sukuna. A name you'd been avoiding since this morning. Sickening silence settles between you. It's so heavy that you pause in your cleaning to look at him, brow raised.

"Yeah," he coughs. "Well, maybe I exaggerated."

"Huh?" You sound annoyed now. "You scared us half to death!"

Yuji only falters in his own chores. When he looks at you again, there's a longing in his gaze that you don't know how you could have missed. Or perhaps it was never there until now.

"It was nice to have you fawning over me," he admits.

The day goes on and all you feel is a terrible grief.

You become painfully aware of each millimeter the sun glides across the sky, from one horizon to the other. Time slips through your fingers fast as sand.

Horrifically, you can't find anything to talk about to fill the emptiness—Nobara and Megumi feel off the table considering the extent of their injuries. You don't even dare to breathe Gojo's name, let alone speak of him so boldly as Yuta is.

You're afraid that Yuji will spiral again, confused and unwilling to cooperate with his judgement clouded by loss. It's not your fault, you would say. It is, he would argue. It would do neither of you good, so you idle around while he and Yuta devise plans to tiptoe around the higher ups.

A part of you knows that if either of you told him to submit and die, he would. He's already teetering on the edge of self-destruction.

On the outside, he seems perfectly indifferent. Gaze steady, face stone and unchanging as he speaks. He's doomed, ill-fated, someone full of misfortune. He looks so lonely that the air itself parts for him where he stands.

To shoulder so much responsibility, so much death, maybe he truly is alone. Some fraction of him, at least—a piece of himself only he would ever understand.

Your hand snakes into his without a second thought. You don't know why you did it, nor do you have any reasoning that he doesn't yank away from you. His hand trembles, and it's then that you realize his whole body is wracked with tremors that don't match his distant disposition.

The second thing you learn is this: when Yuji self-destructs, he does it from the inside-out.

Itadori Yuji loves chocolate cake.

He loves all food, really, acting like your friend group's personal food dumpster whenever any of you were full. But chocolate cake you knew he had a sweet tooth for.

You used to bring it with you to his dorm, stopping by the convenience stores on the way home to grab a pre-packaged slice from the fridge for him to eat.

"You're making a mess," you would tell him with a frown, using your thumb to wipe up frosting from the corner of his mouth. You would lick the pad of your finger clean after that, and he would watch almost in a trance.

It's the reason why you stop on one of your patrols, poking through the fridge section of a convenience store. The power has been out for a long time in this part of the city, all the food is already room temperature, but you figure this is fine as long as it smells okay.

The way Yuji's face lights up when he sees you is all it takes for the worry to go away.

It briefly feels as though nothing has ever gone wrong—that after this slice of cake the two of you will tumble back onto his mattress and turn on another showing of Titanic. (He groaned about it once, saying he got KO'd too many times during this film. You only laughed in confusion.)

At the end of the day, you know those days will never come back to you, lost forever in the wind.

Fire dances before you and you watch, enchanted by the flames. You remember last night, how not even the firelight could make Yuji look the same as he did before. You turn your head to look at him, to see if it's any different tonight, just for your cheek to be caught in his palm.

His thumb traces your lip, the way you used to do to him. You recognize the pull of his finger against your flesh, the swipe of it to get frosting off, but he still seems dissatisfied.

"What?" You ask.

"It didn't come off," he mutters, leaning in dangerously close to observe. Heat rises all the way to your cheeks and makes your hairs stand on end. His touch is like molten lava. You wonder if it has something to do with the monster living inside of him.

"I can't see it," you whine without a mirror.

He draws a little closer, until he's inches from your face. "Let me..."

You've suddenly been dropped into cold, unknown waters. This is all unfamiliar. He's rushing this, as if making up for all the time the two of you lost pretending you were only friends. As if he can cram all the things he's wanted to tell you into one night.

Recoiling away, you find yourself hesitating. If he kisses you, this all becomes too real. It's an acknowledgment of his impending death. That the thread of his life is finer and further stretched than yours is.

An unpleasant thought rings through your mind. What if I become a curse on him?

"This only ends badly for us," you whisper, but the conviction is missing from your voice.

He doesn't care. At least, it doesn't look like he does. Who knows what he's thinking right now?

"Who cares?" He says. "We're Jujutsu Sorcerers. Everything bad happens to us no matter what."

You don't have any rebuttal to that, no argument that forms in your mind that could challenge his words. He was right. Only disaster befalls Sorcerers. Disaster and grief.

For a while you had forgotten, living these idyllic months watching the days pass by. You feel like you wasted that precious time worrying about stupid things, like what to have for breakfast or what kind of snacks you should pick up for movie night.

(It ended up being popcorn every time. He liked to piss off Sukuna with it, saying the King of Curses would never get to experience the pleasure of picking out kernels from his teeth. You scoffed but bought it anyway.)

Another thought crosses your mind: Yuji is more fit to be in a rom-com, or a television series where the good guys always win. Not this tragedy. Not this massacre.

You wonder if he's ever felt the same way. If he ever wished he could reach into the sky and turn the sun back to a time before he even knew what a curse was.

If you’d met each other under different circumstances, would this have been a different story? The thought makes your heart ache, a part of you so deep that even if you reached into your chest and plucked it, you'd still wail.

"Can I?" He asks you, eager but quiet. Had this been a few months ago, you imagine that he would have had this spark in his eye. That his lips would be crashing into yours with no inhibition.

But Yuji has always been selfless, you think he always will be. He doesn't want to drag you down if you don't want to—an out, they call it. An escape route just before he careens into a ditch.

Hope has drained from every inch of his expression. This is his loneliness talking.

Despite the dread that licks up your spine, you cup his face. You swear he jolts slightly beneath your touch, as if you've reached out to strike him down. A retribution he believes he deserves.

He kisses you like it's his last day on earth. 

You learn one last thing: Itadori Yuji tastes familiarly of death.

Yuta decides to leave you alone for a second night in a row. His presence is so crushing that you know he's alive, but he stalks off somewhere else, leaving just you and Yuji huddled by the pitiful fire you've built.

He once claimed himself jokingly to be a love expert, and then ran off to Kenya for so long that you lost track of how much time passed. You wish you'd asked him before he left what he meant, but at the time it seemed irrelevant. Insignificant. The name Itadori Yuji had not yet been impressed into your heart like a seal.

You're busy setting up the sleeping bags, this time pushing them flush together. They're so close you can barely see the seam between them. Yuji stands on the other side of the fire, watching.

It reminds him of all the times you'd ever scolded him for not making his bed in the morning. I'm gonna crawl back in tonight anyway, he said. Who cares if it's messy?

Idiot, you would call him. But there was no malice behind it. He treated it like a pet name, a badge of honour to be your idiot.

Life felt so simple back then. He was full of determination and life and stuck to his morals as best he could. When he wavered he would text you to come over so you could fall asleep on his chest and suffocate any other thoughts out of his head.

"I've never felt so powerful before," he admits quietly.  You turn to look at him, curious. "Like I could do anything in the world."

There's a negative connotation to that, you know. He could do anything. The world would crumble at his feet and there he would stand, laughing at it all. It isn't his will, not even slightly, but the demon taking refuge in his body would love to see the blood pool.

"Like I could just... reach out and—"

"Yuji!" You hiss, lurching forward to take his hand into yours and retreat from the flame. The skin is already pink and blistering, scorched by the embers. You twist his wrist around, observing where the fire licked the deepest, and pour your energy into him.

When you look up to see if he's crying, or at least grimacing in pain, you find only his smiling face—warm and adoring. For a second it feels like the world isn't burning around you.

It was nice to have you fawning over me.

You wipe that stupid smirk off his face, leaning in to smear a kiss along the scar on his lip.

"Idiot," you say, and he laughs for the first time in so long that it sounds foreign in your ears.

(He doesn't fall asleep that night. He would rather savour the sound of your soft snores, memorize the form of your body in his hold, and try his hardest to burn this into his brain.

So be it if you come to curse him one day. He would welcome you with open arms.)

NOVEMBER 3 2018

The day comes when Megumi sneaks into your hideout, asking for help.

His sister, he explains. He needs help saving Tsumiki. For some reason, resentment boils in your stomach, but then it's snuffed just as fast.

Two days and two nights you've spent pretending Japan isn't collapsing, content with sitting idly by as curses overran Tokyo. You're sure Megumi thought you to be cowards, that you were all hiding under this bridge to wait out the hellstorm that was raining down on your homes.

It was true to some extent. Once Yuji stepped out into battle again, that was that. You're not sure things would ever be the same again, though you suppose you lost the privilege of routine days ago.

"Let me come too," you urge. Three pairs of eyes land on you.

"No," Yuji pushes. "It's dangerous."

"I can fight!"

"You can't," he pauses, then corrects himself, "You won't."

Awkward silence settles over your encampment. Yuta stirs, standing to hold you steady by the shoulders.

"If we need help... if one of us is hurt, we'll need you unharmed. Do you understand?"

Ah, ever so wise, your upperclassman. So easy to persuade you. There's a reason why he's the chosen one only second to Gojo.

You swallow the bile that fights up your throat. "What if you don't come back?"

Yuji steps in this time, knocking away Yuta to hold you by the face. Get a grip, this means. Pull yourself together, don't you dare fall apart in front of me.

"We will."

You once considered telling him how you felt, letting it eat away at you until Nobara groaned in disgust.

“If Itadori starts dating before I do, I’ll puke.”

You remember that you laughed, thinking she was so dramatic. You loved that about her. “I think you would do worse.”

She glared at you, foot lightly kicking at your shin under the table. Still, she made sure to push equal amounts of rice to your side of the plate. “I might burn a village down,” she huffed, placing her chin on her palm.

“You’re fine. Even if I told him how I feel, I don’t think he’d accept.”

“Huh?” Nobara sounded genuinely confused, raising a brow at you. “What makes you think that?”

You didn't know how to answer that. Maybe you were just afraid that you had misinterpreted everything, that the way he held you was protective in a familial manner and that he would slam his door in your face when you tried.

Looking back on it, you can imagine him in the next room ranting about the same things to Megumi.

“He still has posters of Jennifer Lawrence on his wall,” you argued weakly while shoveling rice into your spoon. She watched you take your bite with her lips parted in disbelief.

You wish you had told him, then. Not that it would have changed where you both ended up.

You watch as they pack up their things.

Megumi's demon dog keeps you quiet company, tail thrashing against the ground as you slick back its fur. They talk around the dying flames, devising plan after plan. None seem safe. None would be.

Yuta and Megumi leave first, taking the lead in front of the pack. His dog melts into the shadows and disappears, leaving you sitting alone.

"I want to take you back, but..." Yuji glances over his shoulder toward his death sentence. "Will you make it okay on your own?"

You get up slowly, as if to draw out the time he stands before you. A thousand questions run through your head: what if you never see him again? What if this kills him, not by body, but by his already damaged soul?

He must sense the racing of your mind, so he leans in to engulf you in his arms. In an instant, memories of those days spent lounging in his bed, shoveling your food onto his plate, and purposefully talking louder to tease Megumi come flooding.

A year you would never forget. You're sure it'll become a curse if you dwell, so you tell him: "I'll make it. You go on, they need you."

I need you, too. Stay. If only it were so simple.

He smiles at you, warm like the sun that's hidden behind the barrier. Itadori Yuji looks like a ghost of his former self, battle-worn and covered in scars where his skin used to be smooth. He kisses you again for good measure, making sure he remembers the way you sigh into his mouth.

When he pulls away, there's life gleaming in his eyes.

"Let's watch Human Earthworm 5 when I come back."

Your thumb brushes the corner of his lip. You open your mouth to speak, to finally tell him the truth after all this time. You'd rather not die regretting you never said it, after all.

But you stop.

"I prefer Titanic," you confess. He shakes his head and kisses your forehead. Then he’s gone, taking all the warmth with him.

You'll make up for lost time one day. It won’t be today. You can tell him all about your feelings when he comes back to you.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

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We need mean!reader, angry!reader, misunderstood!reader, creepy!reader, gross!reader, toxic!reader, nonforgiving!reader, selfish!reader, narcissistic!reader, dark!reader, FEDUP!reader. That bitch is way too nice, passive, and sensible. ✋🏾😂

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please

am i the only one who dont understand the ship mizu and akemi??

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mizu, the woman you are 😞😞

the characterization of yn is so>>> i like cocky reader it’s muuuuuch more interesting

“YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME!” ft. mizu.

— samurai!reader x mizu, fluff, hints of smut, mentions of pussy, wlw!, blood and gore.

word count!: 1453 words

a/n: stayed up till five am to finish this yesterday cause i had sm ideas i wanted to incorporate in this😭 hope y’all like this fr

Mizu never would’ve thought she’d fall inlove with you. you were this ray of sunshine—intimidating at times but you lit up her whole world.

but god, were you a flirt. it’s like you couldn’t even take fighting seriously. you were so skilled it terrified her at times. like you’d finish slashing up an enemies head or throat off while sending a playful wink her way only to see that precious but subtle blush on her face.

“..thanks.” she mutters, averting her gaze and you softened your gaze at her, your thumb wiping away the blood that splashed onto her face.

but one thing she loved about you, is that want of yours to train with her. she loves to see your surprised and amused glares as she pins you down after beating you yet again while sparring. you bring out a side of her that she had long buried and she couldn’t help but feel alive with you.

Mizu could be quite overprotective of you. you’re this sunshine of a person and rarely notice all the attention you attract to yourself. she knows you’re strong and can handle yourself but she still didn’t want anyone to touch you. that being said, if someone as much tries to lay a finger on you, consider their limb severed by a swift swing of her blade.

but it’d also go the other way around. you were as overprotective as her, ready to challenge anyone who deemed themselves worthy of even a fraction of her time.

you can really be a tease though. on several occasions, you’d wear a kimono to blend in and act like a married couple to get easier access to things, hiding your two swords underneath it. your hair tied back and a flower tucked in your hair, a traditional hairstyle that most women wore.

Mizu almost never said it outloud but she loves the purpleish colour you had incorporated on the kimono, and the way it highlighted those luscious curves of yours—ehem. As you both went to the brothel, you, disguised as a prostitute to get closer to the locals for info, you’d notice her lingering stare on your body ever once in a while and of course, you had to tease her about it. earning a soft but frustrated ‘tch’ from her, the sound of her clothes shifting indicating you she was heading to leave.

but you’d chuckle softly and stop her by her wrist, pulling her back down and into a kiss that she easily dominated, thanks to her pent up frustration.

“you know you love it.” you mutter between kisses with a sly grin as you felt her pin you down, grabbing your leg and holding it up to her waist level.

“shut up.” she huffs with a slight pout and frustrated look as she captures your lips for yet another kiss.

you didn’t mind mizu topping you half of the time, I mean you just loved to see that frustrated look on her as you teased her to her wits end, ready to prove you wrong. But of course, being the loving and caring girlfriend you were, you couldn’t bear to leave your baby to suffer with all that pent up desire—holding one of her legs up as your mouth attached to her pussy lips, hearing her let out a whimper from how good you were making her feel and god were her whimpers driving you insane, making you moan against her folds.

but.. you also remembered that one time mizu gave you the silent treatment for stepping infront of her, resulting in having a katana sticking out of your stomach—soon slashing the enemies body apart with your sword, a weak grunt leaving your lips as you pull the blade out of your stomach.

your eyes slightly widened upon seeing the sight infront of you—mizu rushing towards you with worried sick eyes. those perfect blue eyes of hers glistening with unshed tears as she scolded you for risking your life like that, claiming you didn’t have to do that for her sake.

her eyes widened softly upon feeling your palm on her cheek, softly wiping away the tears that threatened to spill out. she didn’t find a hint of fear or sadness in your eyes, only love.

“don’t waste your tears on me, baby. I’ll be fine.” you said with a weak smile, struggling to get back up and pick up your two swords despite her worried and frustrated protests.

her eyes widened as she saw that signature grin of yours plastered on your lips, reassuring her even if silently. yep, you were definitely in for a longgg recovery.

and yeah, recovery was painfully boring but what frustrated you the most was when mizu wouldn’t even glare at you, well, whenever you were awake that is. she was acting like you didn’t exist.

It infuriated you to no end, you just wanted to have your baby back in your arms. guess you had no choice but to do it the old fashioned way.

Mizu was heading out to town again, putting on her hat and coat. you on the other hand made sure to think ahead and grab her katana from its usual place to have her searching for it. once she noticed the blade in your hand, she walked over to you with silent steps, squinting her eyes at you in suspicion.

she reached to get it but then felt herself being pulled down, suddenly finding herself pinned under you, a gasp of surprise leaving her lips. and you being you— took that opportunity to capture her lips in a sloppy and passionate kiss.

your left hand forcefully pinning her waist down against the soft mat while your unoccupied hand took her remaining one by her wrist and placed it on the back of your hand only to feel her tug at your hair minutes later.

your tongue slid between her parted lips, tongues tangling with one another. yet your brows furrowed in frustration—it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t nearly enough. you needed more.

and so you deepened and deepened the kiss, practically shoving your tongue down her throat—devouring her lips. her whimpers spurred you on and you found yourself unable to pull away, that is before you both started lacking oxygen.

you pulled away panting, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. “you know you can be really frustrating sometimes?” you huff, leaning down to kiss her neck.

“(name)—” she started but got cut off by her own whimper. “..‘m sorry i worried you like that.. but i’d do it a thousand times if it meant seeing you alive and well.” you whisper softly against her neck between soft kisses.

“..I didn’t need your-”

“don’t give me that crap, mizu.” you said, cutting her off with a stinging bite to her neck, having her gasp and wince slightly.

“you know i’d do anything for you, I was serious about all of those things i said before. you’re not just.. anyone to me. you’re everything.” you confessed in a hushed voice, kissing the stinging love mark on her neck—apologetically.

“so stop ignoring me.. please.” you whispered softly, detaching your lips from her neck and burying your face in the crook of it.

you couldn’t see it but mizu’s widened eyes soon softened. You had somehow turned her into this soft person around you, her cold and impassive demeanour melting away once she had you in her arms. She couldn’t bear to be in a world without you in it and the fact that you would throw away your life like that—for her, shook her to the core.

why? she couldn’t figure it out. never in a million years would she have thought that you.. out of everyone would.. sigh. she feels guilty and responsible for dragging you into her mess just because she so happened to fall inlove with you.

she couldn’t bring herself to force you to stay away from her and even if she wanted to, she couldn’t. you were stubborn as hell—determined to break through her walls and stay by her side.

you then heard her sigh and put her hand on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair. “..okay.” she mutters in a whisper and that was all you needed to hear before smiling softly and leaning further into her embrace.

Mizu opened up her heart to you. it took some time but you’d wait no matter how long. you were her comfort, her confidante. her favourite place to be after a long, stressful day was your lap. she’d silently climb between your legs, leaning her head on your chest as a silent plea for you to do her hair on you or she’d rest her head on your plush thighs, closing her eyes as you silently stroked her hair. no words needed in that moment at all.

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“SO WHAT IF I FEEL THE SAME?..” ft. Taigen || by dokjvs!

— fem!reader, fluff no angst, based on that one scene with mizu except im not following the precise timeline of events that followed.

he didn’t even know how this happened. one second, you were playing around pinning each other near the fireplace and the next, his hands were on your hips as you stared in each other’s eyes.

AT FIRST, you didn’t like taigen one bit. It is furiated you to no end how cocky he was and how all he would always yap about wanting to fight mizu on a rematch. you knew all about his fiasco with akemi and if you were being honest, they were a mess— all over the place.

you caught wind of how after they got ‘engaged’ and to celebrate, taigen would kiss another woman not because he caught feelings but for his own pleasure. he could tell you disliked him and even if he didn’t show it, it didnt settle in quite right in him.

but after getting accustomed to his presence within all of you, you grew to dislike him less and less. mostly because you saw how much his character had begun to change, from this cocky and arrogant bastard to this sweet and actually honourable man.

except it truly was only to rile each other up and see who was actually better than each other. And that’s how you found yourself pinning taigen under you, too lost in the moment to notice the way he was looking at your lips.

“why are you so distracted, huh?” you asked with a soft chuckle trying to figure out what was going on in his mind. he snapped out of it and his cheeks flushed a bright red as he realized he had been staring too long.

“it’s nothing.. you seem to be rather enjoying this.” he said, trying to mask his embarrassment and fluster with his signature grin — wincing at the feel of your fingers pinching his nose rather tightly.

“shut up.” you muttered, feeling your cheeks redden as you moved to get off his lap, only to be pulled back down.

“what is it?” you asked, surprised and curious as to why he pulled you back down into his lap.

“nothing just.. stay.” he whispered, averting his gaze from you and you couldn’t help but soften your gaze at him. gently brushing a strand of hair away from his face as you silently admired him.

he was captivated by you, you were so gentle with him despite showing your dislike for him a few weeks back. he was supposedly engaged to akemi but he heard that she had been sent off to marry the shogunate instead and he couldn’t help but lose hope for the love he thought would have lasted and focus on the one thing infront of him that truly mattered — you.

“you’re cute when you’re not being annoying.” you whispered as you stared at his facial features, noticing just how handsome he was when he wasn’t frowning.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he followed suit, a slight pout forming on his lips. he prided himself in being extremely handsome and claiming to be a ‘ladies man’ but hearing you call him cute was something he hadn’t expected. he wasn’t sure if he should take that as a compliment or insult. did you mean he was cute in a good way or was that just your way of saying he wasn’t attractive in your eyes?

“h-hey that’s not what i meant.. geez why are you getting all mushy with me all of a sudden.. i didn’t mean that in a bad way.. i mean yes you are handsome and i know i just called you cute but that was a compliment—” you rambled on and then took a deep breath, blushing even more with every single word that left your mouth. you didn’t want to add anything else to embarrass yourself any further.

Taigen’s blushed at your words. so you truly did find him attractive. “that’s a relief..” he whispered to himself, not meaning to say that out loud. and much to his dismay, you heard it.

“what’s that supposed to mean? what’s wrong with you all of a sudden, you know damn well you’re good looking..” You said, with a slight quiver in your voice, worrying as you noticed the doubt and relief in his eyes.

“yeah well to be honest i didn’t know if you thought that..” he admitted and you followed by a surprised “what?!”

“hey! believe it or not it’s kind of hard to find yourself attractive with this bald spot in your head! and, well.. you’re, kind of.. hard to read..” he whispered the last part, averting his nervous and embarrassed gaze from you.

“why does what I think of you matter so much? did you catch feelings or something?” You said, laughing softly at even the thought of him catching feelings.

but when you heard no witty or smart response from him your laughter died down and your eyes widened while your cheeks reddened. so he did catch feelings.

“are you kidding me right now?” you asked in disbelief, shocked at this silent revelation. “taigen, look at me. you’re joking, right?” you asked, turning his face towards you, both of your hands on each side of his cheek as you looked intently into his eyes. A subtle blush dusting over your cheeks as you gulped, hoping he was joking even though your heart screamed for him to say no.

“so what if i did..” he mutters silently, noticing the blush on your cheeks and the slight tinge of nervousness in your voice. “it’s just a silly crush, it’s gonna go away soon so don’t worry—” but you cut him off by pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, soon resting yours against his.

“you idiot. you should have told me..” you whispered with closed eyes. taigen’s eyes softened upon seeing the small smile plastered upon your lips and the relief etched on your face.

“i feel the same way.. don’t you downplay this for some silly crush..” you admitted softly, your thumb gently caressing his cheek as you pulled away softly, looking down into his eyes.

“I don’t get it, i thought you hated me.” he said, puzzled and confused. he wanted to understand just how the hell you felt the same way for him after having supposedly disliked him all this time.

“I did hate you.. with everything i had.. or so i thought. I soon realized that the only reason i claimed to hate you was because i couldn’t bear the thought of being in love with you, but i’ve seen a side of you that you’ve never showed me before and.. i couldn’t help but give in, forgive me. I know i shouldn—” but you were surprised as you felt yourself being pulled down by a pair of large, rough hands and into a passionate kiss.

the kiss was hesitant at first but soon grew to be a more passionate and needy one, your hands sliding up to his hair, not minding the bald spot as your fingers ran through the strands. you soon pulled away from the kiss, inches from his lips, surprised and breathless. god did he kiss good.

“I can’t blame you, i was kind of an asshole.” he said, letting out a low chuckle as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. admiring those pretty features he had gotten used to. you couldn’t help but soften your eyes at him, smiling softly at his sweet touch.

“hmph.. you’re not so bad after all, taigen.”

Y’ALL WAIT UNTIL I GET MY MOTIVATION BACK, EXPECT MIZU AND TAIGEN FICS YALL😭🙏🏾

@DOKJVS 2023 — do not steal, plagiarize, modify, translate, or repost any of my content! (ex. wattpad, tiktok, etc)

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like i wanna see kunoichi or samurai!reader teasing and flirting with mizu, her cold, impassive demeanor doesn't discourage reader, quite the contrary, since mizu hasn't yet threatened her with her blade…

bc.... maybe.... she enjoys it...

i wanna see a strong reader who helps mizu in battle, and she finds time to show off and shamelessly flirt with mizu between two cut throats,!! ah their enemies?… they're just extras

i wanna see two strong, independent women, who when conversing look like two teenagers in love who don't understand their feelings !!!!

with a pinch of the trope she (r!) fell first but she (mizu) fell harder

please, is it too much to ask ?

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i hate this man

but he got my heart in his palms ugh

TOOTM  zero. old beginnings

! go kyungjun x fem!reader

# relationship lore, first meeting, heavy infatuation, mentions of kyung jun having daddy and mommy issues

a/n. chill yall i swear im putting my whole authorussy on this

months before the school trip…

rain pours on top of the bus stop's roof. although tiny, the cover is enough to prevent kyung jun's clothes from getting even wetter.

if only he had brought an umbrella. he was in such a rush to get out of his house after yet another fight with his parents, he didn't even hear the water falling from the sky before it was too late and was already running around the streets.

kyung jun had no idea how long had passed since he stormed out, not that he cared anyway. he considered this ten times better than all the yelling at home. when he managed to ignore the cold, the little bus stop was peaceful; quiet.

or it was.

he dug in his pocket to take out a cigarette and put it in his mouth when the sound of hurried footsteps stepping on puddles distracted him. he turned his head towards the noise, immediately setting eyes on the figure sprinting towards him: a girl in winter clothes held a bag above her head as a shield from the rain while she ran in his direction. she stopped right next to him, breathing heavily and drenched in water.

kyung jun turned his attention back to his tobacco. he paid her no mind. why would he? he had enough to deal with seeing as he also fell victim to the pouring rain.

he felt the weight of the stranger sitting at the other end of the bench as he took out his lighter. however, rolling the flint wheel was useless as only a spark came out. he tried again. and again. and again, but still no flame. kyung jun's breath rose erratically and his pent-up frustration with it.

"fucking piece of shit", he sent the thing flying with as much force he could manage, making it break into pieces. was nothing supposed to work in his favor? he can't stop misbehaving like he promised his mother, he can't be the top of his class like he promised his father, he can't stop himself from lashing out right in their faces; for fucks sake he can't even light a cigarette. maybe they were right: he was worthless.

out of the corner of his eye, he saw something being handed to him. the stranger had reached her arm out with a lighter in hand. kyung jun's eyes varied from it to the face he'd been ignoring: drops of water were falling from her hair to her cheeks, she wore headphones around her neck and a lit cigarette between her parted lips, with eyes that stared at him through wet lashes, waiting for him to accept the offer.

he reached for the lighter, brought it close to him, and finally took a puff of his cigarette.

"you okay?", asked the pretty girl.

he looked back at her, seemingly taken aback by her interest but nodding nonetheless.

their interaction was cut short with a quick smile from her as she put her headphones on.

in his mind, kyung jun caught himself juggling feelings from shame to disappointment, realizing maybe he wanted somebody to ask if he was alright. he wouldn't have minded an opening to more conversation, even if it was to forget his troubles for just a few minutes. but he understood. i mean, who would care about a stranger on the streets anyway? who would care about him anyway?

the time passed as quickly as did his pack of cigarettes and now, with an empty box in his pocket, kyung jun's anger was rising once again. not because of the distress of his mind though but because of the loud music disturbing his peace.

after what felt like hours of trying to ignore the noise, he decided he had enough and aggressively waved his hand to catch the girl's attention.

"mmh?", she looked at him and removed one of the speakers.

"turn that shit off."

"excuse me?" she scoffed raising her brows.

"i said," kyung jun pointed at the headphones that were now around her neck, "turn it off. it's fucking annoying me."

she let out a teasing chuckle. was she... laughing at him right now? "fuck off. i'll listen to my music however i want."

...the fuck? his mouth opened in disbelief. this was a first. nobody, and i mean nobody, would even think of talking back to him like that.

"who do you think you're talking to?" he turned his body to her with a scowl intimidating enough to make anyone at his school go running with their tail between their legs.

"someone with no taste in music, apparently."

damn, she really was laughing at him.

kyung jun's mouth opened to fight back but no words came out. he couldn't believe it. he was stunned. did the rain wash out every threatening aspect of him?

it could be the cold, the shock, the contagious smirk of the pretty girl, or maybe the exhaustion finally catching on to him, but for whatever reason, he couldn't find it in him to say anything back. so he laughed. just slightly. some probably would consider it more of a defeated sigh. but he did.

"what?"

her smile was taunting him, provoking him to keep talking.

"nothing", yet he didn't have the energy for it, not right now. so today, he'd let it slide.

her smile shifted from cheeky to genuine when he brushed her off. as much as she enjoyed the banter, she had enough awareness not to tease any further.

"you know what," instead, she disconnected her headphones before handing her phone to the guy. "if my music is so annoying to you, show me something better."

kyung jun frowned, but a small smile graced his face, betraying his attempt at indifference.

and so he accepted her offer, for the second time that day.

minutes went by with surface-level conversation and recommended songs. it was a pleasant distraction for him, at least enough to make him miss the way his pulse merged with the beats of the tunes. they enjoyed their time together until the faint sound of wheels appeared in the distance. turning off the music, the pretty girl stood up in front of him.

oh right, the bus.

for a second, he forgot where they were.

"well, that's my ride" she announced, just seconds before said ride stopped before them.

for a second, time seemed to freeze.

the girl said something else, but whatever it was fell on deaf ears. it felt like his senses were failing him all of a sudden.kyung jun sat there, helpless and paralyzed, as he watched her walk away. a chill ran down his spine, causing goosebumps to break out all over his body. his mind was screaming at him to do something, anything, to make her stay just a little bit longer. he wanted to ask for her name, to strike up more conversation, to find out who she was and where she was going. but he couldn't bring himself to move. all he could do was see her disappear, without time to wonder what might have been.

when he came to his senses the bus was out of sight, and the empty spot on the bench felt heavier than ever.

kyung jun looked at the sky. there was not a single ray of sun to be seen, but at least the rain had finally stopped. he leaned back and just as his hands came to rest in his pockets he touched something cold. he took it out, eyes falling on a lighter. her lighter.

he could feel the beat of his heart against his ribcage. why? where did all this adrenaline come from? since when has he become so soft as to let such a flimsy little thing make his head spin and his face fire up?

"fuck", he cursed to the skies.

as the days went by, his intense but short-lived experience with that stranger remained fresh in the back of his mind. no matter how many times he tried to blur her face she was like a ghost that reappeared every time he looked away, a fading memory he couldn't fully forget. 

at the back of the school's building kyung jun took the last puff of his cigarette just when the bell announced the start of classes. he dropped what was left of it on the floor at the same time his two companions dropped the innocent student they had been tormenting. they walked together to their classroom with the same enthusiasm as a kid who received a pair of socks for christmas and sat in the back row. 

"good morning, class", the teacher greeted as she stood in front of the students, who immediately saluted back.

kyung jun rolled his eyes and laid down on his desk with no thought other than finding the perfect position for the three-hour nap he was about to take until his next break, wondering if his dreams would finally be undisturbed by images of the one he couldn't fail to recall again and again. 

"alright," the teacher clasped her hands to get the class' attention. "before starting our lesson, i'm pleased to inform you that we have a new student coming in today and i hope you'll help them accommodate to the school."

already starting to doze off, kyung jun's eyes remained closed even after someone knocked on the door and the tutor welcomed them in. "welcome, please come in and introduce yourself."

"hello everyone, my name is yoon yn. i hope we get along well."

what the...?

his eyes shot open. 

there's no way. no fucking way.

he saw the new student politely bowing at the front of the room like she wasn't the same that had been living in his mind rent free day, night, and day again. 

"thank you. please, take a sit."

she walked like in slow motion towards the back of the room and, for a split second, their eyes met. the idea that he must've already fallen into a deep slumber invaded him when she sent him a subtle smile before sitting just a few sits away from him.

the teacher regathered the attention of the room and started her lesson. needless to say, his plan of breezing through the school day with a nap got ruined.

hours passed insanely slow until the bell rang through the speakers and announced a much-needed break. 

having pulled up two chairs by his side, jin-ha was cracking up at something on seung-bin's phone. whatever it was, kyung jun couldn't care less. his eyes were set on the crowd surrounding the new girl as his classmates smothered her with questions and compliments.

"are you new in town, yn?"

"what school did you use to go to?"

"were you in any clubs?"

"well–", yn tries to answer in between the frenzy.

"O-M-G, you should join our cheerleading group!" interrupted mi-na.

"im not interested in any clubs, thank you" yn declined with a smile.

"oh, of course." said so-mi, "someone like you was probably on the student council, right? you can always help me and jun-hee with-"

"i'll pass. thank you, so-mi."

"woaah, the class president got rejected!" heo yool pointed out and the small crowd joined in the teasing.

in the chaos of it all, she managed to find him staring. the moment was brief, yet enough for kyung jun's heart to skip a beat. 

"you know her?" 

"huh?"

"do you know her?", jin ha repeated. "the new girl."

kyung jun hesitated but shook his head, "no, i don't."

"could it be?", seung bin dramatised. "does ko kyung jun have a crush?" 

his friends patted his back, mocking him, and giggled in unison. 

"shut up," kyung jun sighed and leaned back on his chair closing his eyes with his arms crossed, and trusting they'd get the hint that his temper was better off not tested.

"he didn't say no," seung bin whispered, gaining a repressed chuckle from jin ha.

boring lessons and occasional glances between the delinquent and the new student continued throughout the day until finally the moment to get out that hellhole arrived. 

by the time kyung jun had his bag over one shoulder and ready to go the class was almost empty. yoon yn was putting away her stuff without any rush as if she wasn't the only one left in the classroom.

"hey, kyung jun!" seung bin shouted from the door. "you coming or not?"

"nah," he answered without turning his eyes away from the girl. "i'll see you tomorrow."

with a shrug, seung bin left the room with jin ha following after him, not before exchanging a knowing look.

"move, nerd!" was the last thing heard from the two vandals out on the hall before they left. 

kyung jun approached yn with the same caution you do a stray cat in fear it'll run away and with each step, his pulse accelerated. as the girl cleaned up her belongings, he leaned on the desk next to hers wth his hands inside his trousers' pockets.

"the uniform doesn't suit you, you know?"

she turned to him–smirking–their eyes met and, for the first time today, neither looked away.

"i could say the same for you", yn crossed her arms.

"i'd say it's better than wet clothes.", he shrugged.

"please," the girl rolled her eyes, "it was just a little rain."

"a little rain?", kyung jun repeated. "you were literally running with your bag on your head."

"you were watching me?", yn put a hand over her chest and furrowed her brows, yet her smug smile remained. "you weirdo."

"look who's talking, you fucking stalker."

"excuse me? why the fuck would i stalk you?", she pointed at him.

"you tell me," he teased, lifting his hands. "you're the one in my school."

kyung jun kept staring at yn waiting for another one of her snarky comments but instead she tightly closed her lips together.

"what?" he provoked.

unable to hold back any longer, she let out a peal of laughter which made kyung jun's eyes widen as much as his own smile. he couldn't help it, her laugh was contagious and the situation was amusing. randomly meeting someone and obsessing over them to later find out they just enrolled in the same school as you is something you would only see in movies; or fanfiction.

yet here they were.

"nothing", yn smiled, finally gathering her stuff and putting her backpack over her shoulder, ready to leave.

leave?

flashes of the day he thought he'd never see her again flooded kyung jun's mind. he couldn't bear it. to someone else, this might seem extreme; desperate. now that they were classmates he'd most likely see her every day, so why even panic in the first place? but maybe, just maybe, he was desperate. to him, seeing her leave felt devastating. like a reminder of the day his whole body failed to even ask her name. but if the universe saw it necessary for them to meet again, that meant he wasn't supposed to let her go, right?

kyung jun clumsily opened his backpack and took out the trinket he'd been carrying around since that rainy day, handing it to her.

yn stared at him with her eyebrows wrinkled.

"here", the guy insisted, slightly shoving the lighter toward her.

"why?"

"'fuck you mean why? it's yours."

"i told you to keep it. you didn't hear me?"

"oh," he felt what seemed like a heatwave run through his neck and ears. "i guess not."

"all that shit you gave me about my loud music and look at you." she mocked.

the guy lowered his head. he would have run away right then and there to avoid any more embarrassment if it wasn't for the little pride he still had.

"hey, uh..." she paused. "sorry, what's your name?"

all this time and he still hadn't introduced himself? fuck, he really couldn't do anything right, huh? 

"ko kyung jun."

"right. so, kyung jun, since it's such a nice day out i was wondering if you'd be free to show me around?" 

like on queue, sunshine started squeezing through the window’s blinds.

he wasn't sure if it really was the world roaring at him to see the signs or if she just happened to take pity on him, but whatever it was he felt relieved, and his anxiety washed away the moment he lifted his head to look at the girl with her arm extended.

this was it, wasn't it? the opportunity he keept missing? 

how many times will she have to reach out until you take the chance, dumbass?, screamed the universe.

"sure", kyung jun uttered. "i can do that."

she offered her hand, and for the final time, he accepted.

🏷️ @flaneurpastel - @jwijii

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[flaneurpastel]

you and yuji are dating!! you guys find a weekend you can spend together at your house, and yuji brings nobara and megumi along :) you guys plan for a group sleepover!! everything is going amazing until something out of the blue happens…after the weekend, things seem almost tense between you and megumi. your fear of his feelings is creeping up on you. you must be going crazy, right?

——

you sighed quietly, eyes focused lazily on the screen infront of you. your head was propped in yujis lap, his hands running softly over the side of your face. you had an early mission tomorrow, but you wanted to spend these rare precious moments with your friends. the higher ups were spreading gojo thin, and your fellow classmates were trying to cover as many missions as possible. nobara was snoring on the couch next to you guys, megumi next to her.

stretching, you slowly got up. yuji looked at you, eyebags crowding his puppy eyes staring at you as you moved out of his reach.

“what’s wrong?” he said cocking his head to the side. “nothing, it’s just getting late and i think we have a mission tomorrow.” you said pointing at megumi. he was already looking. his sharp blue eyes were piercing yours, seeing past everything else. you snap the eye contact, facing at yuji.

his pink messy hair was slowly growing, his hand running sloppily over the back of it. eyebags crowded under his eyes, discoloration setting in. his soft brown eyes looked darker, and less focused as he watched the show. you snickered softly, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. he immediately took that opportunity and grabbed you, releasing a giggle from you. “i can walk you back, im tired too.” he said softly.

“i’m also walking that way too.” megumi said, getting up.

“oh fushiguro, always coming to the rescue.” yuji said smiling, flashing his teeth.

“well let’s all go then.” nobara was fast asleep, and everyone figured better than to wake her…

sneaking away, you all headed towards the door. walking out one by one, megumi infront, you in the middle and yuji following shortly behind. megumi slowly cracks the door open, peaking his spikey head out, checking for anyone. you didn’t want to be chastised for being up late.

“ok it’s clear guys.” megumi says, slowly exiting.

“hurry up fushiguro, before gojo somehow sees us with his six eyes or something…” yuji says, placing a hand on your lower back as he attempts to make you move a little faster. you’re all walking properly towards the rooms, when all of a sudden you hear the doors creak. megumi immediately stops moving, causing you to bump into him. you place your hands on his back, trying to brace yourself from the impact. immediately when you realize his warmth seeping into your hands, you let go. stepping back a bit, you feel yujis chest against your back. yujis eyes are focused clearly on whatever you’ve heard infront of you, one of his hands sneaked around your waist. whatever you heard is approaching closer, megumi takes a slow step back, arm sticking out as if he is covering you and yuji. you gulp quietly, biting your bottom lip. you won’t be a problem if something happens. you won’t let yourself be left behind by them. you knew how to fight and you didn’t want to let yourself forget that.

panda steps around the corner. you all immediately slump.

“really guys.” he says staring at you with his black eyes. you crack a grin, “hey…” you say.

you guys are back on the move again, reaching megumis room first. yujis was right behind it. it was unspoken to you two that you would sleep over at yujis, you’d been practically doing it all semester. megumis hand reached the back of his head. “so where will we meet?” he says looking at you.

“i can just come knock on your door.” you say smiling softly.

he nods not looking at you. “i’ll see you tomorrow then.”

the door shuts softly before yuji is shuffling you into his room. his hands are soft and warm. his eyes follow you constantly. his hands are calloused and scared, as were parts of his face. he treated you with kindness and softness. he loved you. you two cuddled together, fit like two puzzle pieces together.

you couldn’t ask for more. or could you?

~~~

the morning woke you with gloomy clouds and the sun barley breaking through. yujis arm was wrapped loosely around your waist, his thump tracing small circles around your belly button. you pressed a small kiss to his head before getting up. you got dressed, donning your uniform. you were a mess but it wasn’t like the curse was gonna care..

standing out in the hallway you waited patiently for megumi to step outside. after a few minutes passed, your patience was running low. you softly knocked on his door, trying to not wake yuji in the room next door. as soon as you knocked, without the chance to even step back, the door swung open. megumi is standing there, his sweatpants not fully pulled up, and his shirt neckline is on crooked. he definitely just woke up. grabbing your arm before you can even say anything, he yanks you into the room. his room is dim, with soft lighting. his sheets are dark, reflecting the stormy weather outside. his desk is organized, the dish sink empty. his uniform is layed out nicely on his little table.

“i’m sorry,” he blurts out, “i didn’t think i would wake up late give me a minute.” he says. he’s grabbing at his sweater, as if he’s going to take it off- you spin around immediately. “oh, um sorry this is awkward..” he says hearing you turn. “i’ll be done quick.” and he is. as you turn around after getting the ok from him, you notice his collar isn’t buttoned. stepping closer without a word, you button it, focusing on the swirls of the emblem. he’s speechless. you’re even prettier up close. he’s done and now you two are heading out, without you even saying a word.

“i figured one of us would wake up late because of how late the movie was last night.” you said finally. your voice was a little horse from just waking up. “well thank you for waking me up.” he says looking at you. everytime you make eye contact it’s like locking onto each other. it makes you squirm. it’s like he’s seeing inside of you. like there’s no stop to his gaze. you break eye contact first.

as you wait for the car, you two are standing there. the car is pulling up shortly after. the doors open, and you two step in. the ipads for debrief are put in your hands as you head off. hopefully this mission will be easy enough to get back and sleep more…or so you hope. not everything seems to be going your way though…

[flaneurpastel]

Hello! I saw you were taking requests… so maybe what you think Yuuji would be like as a boyfriend? 🥰

yes ! if you want nsfw, lmk cuz this is just sfw for now

yuuji as a bf <3

SFW

loves pda, not in a weird way, just always craves your touch

tightly holds your hand

will come up behind you, armswrapping around your waist as his head finds comfort in nestling in the crook of your neck

his heart kinda explodes when when you sit on his lap, cup his face and litter him with kisses

gives you forehead kisses

kisses the back of your hand randomly

big spoon!!

sleeps after you, your breathing calms him

loves, loves sleepy, deep talks w u

thinks he's literally the luckiest man ever cuz he gets to have you all for himself.

is always showering you with words of affirmation

calls you beautiful, angel, princess, my love

expect a date weekly! he always finds time to spend time with you

they're not really anything extravagant; but well thought out. you can tell he put effort into the little picnic he set up in the park for you guys

random, but he's a lightweight 😭😭

his heart literally stopped when you kissed him for the first time, just for a second tho

^ expanding cuz it needs to happen: his hands are fisted in his trousers, eyes shut tight, as he leansin to kiss you. afterwards he licks his lips, all shy as he looks down at his hands

manspreads

you catch him staring at you everyday

his lock screen is a photo of you sleeping on his shoulder

his home screen is a candid photo of you laughing he took at a dinner date

[flaneurpastel]

another hc but :

yuuji would absolutely do this cuz like he knows for a fact that you’re the love of his life, and he wants to grow old with you, and he wants no one except you.

(read more below the tiktok!!)

with megumi's help (even if he shows that he really doesn't want to be part of this screwed-up plan, I think he'd make sure to help his friend anyway) + nobara's ingenuity (because I'm a girl and you have to listen to absolutely everything I say to have a chance with our sweet yn)

but right now. with you next to him, too close to him yuuji would be blushing mess. trembling, all red, out of breath for no "reason" because even though it all seems perfect,…

…the look on your face when you arrive at the spot, the way your lips turn up in a smile, or maybe was it a smile of pity!?? your questioning gaze that takes the time to observe each of the things placed on the tablecloth, the way you swallow.

nothing escaped itadori's eyes when it came to you.

but above all, you said nothing.

but why ?? don’t you like this?? but yuuji knows your tastes, i mean he’s not sure about that but! he spent months subtly asking you what a perfect date was to you, noting the things the protagonists did in romantic films that brought tears to your eyes when you had movie nights, when you told what you'd seen in town about a guy who proposed to his girlfriend.

so sorry nobara, but all your great ideas in the end itadori ignored them to do what he wanted to do. what made you dream.

but this silence, the lack of words ? the-the… what are you thinking?? he needs to know.

« you know what maybe i should just say that was for maki and nobara and say that i wanted to know what she thinks about that… and…» he thought, but he closes his eyes hard the can i be your bf ruins his excuse, he can’t do anything but face this humiliation like a man… , he should have just…

“i won’t share takis yuuji, even with you.”

and suddenly, he felt your little finger link with his.

yup, he’ll put a ring on your finger one day.

[flaneurpastel]

i cant 🥺🥺🥺

it's raining outside, and yuuji is sharing his earphones with you.

there's an occasional rumble of thunder that has him subconsciously tucking you tighter into his side, you want to tell him it's fine, we're on a bus, on our way home, nothing is going to swoop down from the sky and take me from you.

his playlist is on shuffle, hood pulled over his head and bubblegum hair resting against the window, watching the dark clouds shift above.

yuuji thinks, if he tells you he loves you right now, in such a dark and gloomy setting, if you'll even believe it.

but it's always when skies are dark and rain pours and his vision is cloudy and his knuckles are bruised does he feel the urge burning in him to say, i love you, i love you, i love you.

“i think it's gonna be a storm.” you murmur into his shoulder and he hums, careful not to shift too much — you glared at him the first three times he kept fidgeting and made the earphone fall out of your ear — “you still afraid of lightning?” he asks, big brown eyes full.

he could just say it right now.

“i'm not— i wasn't ever afraid of lightning...” you argue and yuuji laughs, raising a palm in defeat. if you told him the sun was blue, well, he trusts you enough to know you know better than him. plus, he wouldn't mind living under a blue sun with you.

there's a sudden crackle, and a strike of lightning. an echoing boom of thunder follows.

his arms are already wide open before the chill runs down your spine and you dive into him, face buried in his chest — i'll protect you, i'm here.

( i love you. )

“not afraid of lightning?” yuuji dips his head to whisper, you groan into the fabric of his hoodie, and out of pure spite you pull hard on the drawstring and he chokes out a giggle. “look at my brave girl... so pretty.” his voice is muffled, and you release your grip on the twin strings.

“don't make fun of me—”

“m’not making fun of you, i swear!”

the soft rumble of thunder is near ominous, but you don't hear it, not over yuuji's sickeningly sweet songs that remind me of us playlist and his cackling in your ears.

he likes this, being the one you turn to.

he wonders what you might've looked like back when you were scared by yourself. and just as he wonders it he promises himself, that you'll never be scared without having him to run to.

“why're you afraid of lightning?” he asks, soft yet unsure. would you tell him everything that scares you if he asked? “told you, m'not afraid—”

“okay! why do you... not like lightning then?”

yuuji watches the way your brows furrow, the twist on your lips. i love when you think, he wants to say, but that would sound weird out loud wouldn't it?

“it can kill you, for one. plus, it comes with thunder and it makes this stupidly scary crackling noise—”

“i thought you said you weren't sca— okay, m'stopping, for real this time!”

there's another crackle and pop! of lightning, a drumroll of thunder, it's so sudden that your eyes squeeze shut immediately, but the rest of the noise comes muffled— the hum of bass in one of your ears louder now.

better? yuuji mouths to you, both of his palms cupped over your ears, blocking out most of the sound from reaching you.

you nod, and his heart flutters when you mouth back thankyou, i love you.

it takes yuuji a minute, just as the rain pours a little harder, his gaze fixed on yours before he lowers his head, tip of his nose tickling your own and mouths,

you're safe with me, i love you.

[flaneurpastel]

excellent

❀ JJK AS BOYFRIENDS, ITADORI — MDNI ❀

gege! i want my happy boy back! this is a threat! (insert the tiny kirby holding a knife)

CONTENT: headcanons, itadori x reader (18+), afab, 1,829 words, fluff, sfw + nsfw

gojo version

sfw

oh boy… we all KNOW he is *the* golden retriever boyfriend.

the he fell first AND harder trope.

is completely oblivious that you liked him back, but it was very obvious to everyone around him that he liked you.

looking for your reaction when he makes a joke, listening intently to everything you say, always relating things to you, catching himself staring at you constantly, always tryna be as close as humanly possible to you all the time —this still happens when you’re together too.

like he’s the type of guy to subconsciously insert you into every conversation. “oh y/n loves that movie!” “look at this! i’m sending y/n a photo~” “y/n said that’s bad for you”

takes your word as gospel too. like you could make up the dumbest shit and this mf would be like “wow you’re so smart cutie, ily”.

nobora abuses this power you hold constantly.

he will do anything and everything you ask (and don’t ask) as well, like you best believe if you ask him to grab you a drink he’s grabbing you that and a snack, and whenever you’ve got something in your hand he’s offering to carry it before you can.

when you guys go shopping together he will take the bag of clothes the cashier is handing in your direction and refuse to let you carry it.

nobara’s kicking and screaming bc when SHE threw all her shopping at him he just COMPLAINED—

when you get home he’s expecting a full fashion show to show off all you bought and he is not only hyping you up, but genuinely enjoying watching how happy you are about it.

if he’s not with you he’s expecting a facetime call and you better deliver.

he loves to know how happy you are, especially when it’s something he’s done, so he is helping you with every chore, every task, anything you need help with he’s already started doing.

is his own room clean? absolutely not. is yours clean bc he saw you picking up a few things and helped you? absolutely.

you best believe he’s holding open doors for you too. he definitely does this for regular people anyway, but he goes the extra mile when you two are alone; like expecting you to walk out of the door first or opening the car door for you or pulling out a seat for you.

you should definitely make a huge fuss over bugs, regardless of if you’re scared of them bc he would love to swoop in and kill the spider for you <3

then you gotta rub your hands all over him and dramatically proclaim him as your hero (he’s giggling and kicking his legs n twirling his hair at the thought of being your hero).

another thing that makes him the happiest boy in the world is when you actually engage with his interests.

he respects you so highly so your opinion of things and listening to him talk about things he likes makes his heart swell so much.

you’ll make his heart explode if you remember all his ramblings and bring it up at a later date.

it’ll happen so casually too like “oh weren’t they also in [obscure movie only yuji would know an actor from]?” and before you know it he’s tackled you and is smooshing kisses all over your face.

he does the same thing whenever you compliment him too. he doesn’t know how to handle so much emotion when you call him pretty so he just has to kiss you!

just like the golden retriever he is, he needs to be touching/around you at all times.

he always has his arm wrapped around your shoulder or waist, and whenever he sits down he’s pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

he does this adorable thing where he comes up behind you and rests his hands on your waist under your shirt and rubs little circles into your back with his thumbs 🥺

if you weren’t already, he’s holding your hand when you cross the road, and pulling you in so tightly too his side when walking through big crowds.

adores when you wear his jumpers and shirts, it makes him feel like he can be close to you even when he can’t, and you just look so cute swallowed up in his big clothes (because we all know how big this guy would be, he’s buff).

loves that when you finally give them back (when his scent has rubbed off lol) they smell like you.

but also like a golden retriever, he is definitely throwing you around a lot.

like you cannot convince me yuuji isn’t the type to suddenly tackle you on the couch and start play-fighting with you for absolutely no reason.

the type of guy to push his s/o into the water at the beach and roll her down a hill at the park and play an extremely competitive game of slap-taxi.

definitely flops on top of you so you can’t move (especially when you try and get out of bed), his heavy body just smothering you until you agree cuddle time can last a bit longer.

it’s all done with love, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t still hilarious to watch this grown ass man who doesn’t quite understand his own strength throwing you around (with love <3 and he’s careful never to actually hurt you, if he did he’d be sobbing with guilt).

you better fight back tho, cling onto his back and hang off his arms n shit. he can take it, he thinks it’s positively adorable as well.

he is tapping that ass all the time as well.

he’s not gonna slap it in front of people but as soon as their backs are turned he’s smacking your ass. usually it’s all fun and games until you slap his ass back and now it’s slap-taxi all over again.

his excuse is always “but it’s RIGHT THERE look it’s CALLING TO ME—”

whenever you cuddle you best believe he’s grabbing onto your ass as well.

his favourite way to cuddle is with you straddling his waist, nuzzling into his chest and his hands gripping your ass.

he loves (probably equally as much) when he lays his head on your stomach and you play with his hair. 100% he is smooshing his face into your belly or between your boobs and groaning in complete satisfaction.

same with scratching his back. as soon as you start running your nails down his skin? he’s incapacitated, he’s under your control, he’s 9/10 times falling asleep under your touch.

going back a second— just because he’s an ass guy does not mean he isn’t obsessed with boobs.

he loves to squish them in his big hands and push them together absentmindedly while you’re sitting around or even trying to cook or something.

like if you’re standing up doing something he is pressing himself against you, groping your ass and then sliding his hands up and just 🖐️ 🤚 hold onto your titties. most times it’s over your clothes too. he just wants to hold 🖐️ 🤚

nsfw — mdni!

reacts the exact same way every time you take off your clothes; and that is being a giddy, blushing, heavy-breathing mess.

is in a constant need to jump your bones. like once you guys are comfortable with each other, he’s pouting and giving you puppy dog eyes constantly, which you just know means he “needs” to be inside you.

he tries so hard to be so gentle and take his time savouring you but he just gets so over excited so easily!

no matter how many times he says he “just wants to be inside you! you can totally still keep reading/watching a movie/working on your computer…” he’s always “accidentally” bucking his hips up and biting your shoulder to keep himself for whining (which doesn’t work. he’s whining regardless), and the occasional buck turns to a constant roll of his hips and- oh what the hell, screw whatever you were doing.

still doesn’t understand his strength but he tries to be so gentle!

he’s always holding your hand and caressing it with his thumb and he’s always peppering soft innocent kisses over your skin…

but like i said, he’s easily excited.

he’s doing all this cute stuff while he’s absolutely hammering into you. the juxtaposition of his actions have your mind in a whirl.

“‘m sorry! you’re just too cute!” is heard about umpteen times a day -during sex and outside it.

if he’s feeling horny (okay- more than usual) and he sees you walking about in his clothes? oh lawd… oh lAwd.

can barely contain himself around you, especially when you’re only in his jumper or only in his t-shirt.

fucks you in his t-shirt. his hands are underneath it groping at your breasts and he’s definitely pulling it up occasionally to watch your pretty tits bounce and he thrusts into you, but regardless that t-shirt is staying on.

is so vocal through sex as well. he’s always asking for reassurance that he’s making you feel good and he’s always reassuring you that you’re making him feel good, in between moaning and whining like a bitch in heat.

“so good- so good f’me” and “you’re doing so well!” constantly. you better be praising my boy back too.

he’s not at all expecting it though, no matter how much you do praise him, he never expects it.

especially calling him “good boy”; he is whining and picking up the pace as soon as he hears you utter those words. if you call him good boy outside of the bedroom? goes bright red in an instant.

if you praise him, tell him how good he’s doing while you’re running your fingers through his hair or scratching your nails down his back or biceps? he’s lasting about 0.05 seconds.

this is sort of a detour but- as much as he couldn’t think of ever hurting you, i definitely think there’s a part of him with a hidden obsession with ruined make-up, or even just your fucked-out face. it’s so lewd to him but i just know he secretly craves them.

that combined with getting over excited and his thing for that ass, you just know he’s getting you on all fours as often as possible.

smooshing your face into the mattress and messing up your pretty mascara and eyeliner, while one hand’s attentively holding your hand and caressing your skin, and the other’s grabbing your ass so hard you know it’ll leave marks, but his lips are so softly pressing against your skin, as he’s hitting so deep and so hard, having you scream and moan into the pillow, grasping tightly at the sheets with your free hand, all the time he’s spitting out praise after praise with his shaky fucked-out voice.

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this is so yuuji and reader coded

like imagine a saturday when you don't have classes, and you spend the day in his room.

an entire afternoon where you juggle between watching movies, reading manga, and making/watching tiktoks.

he begs you each time to do the most silly dances, effortlessly making you laugh, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful creature on this earth (despite your ridiculous pajamas).

but oh, how you love him, how you two are in love, two teenage in love.

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