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There Are Whispers Behind My Smile

(Geto x Reader)

Chapter 2

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49898215/chapters/125969605

Look down, listen, look up, look away. Look down, listen, look up, look away. Look down, listen, look upㅡ

Freeze.

... He was looking this way.

Look away.

That was your cycle for almost every lunch period. An articulate pattern you acted upon to listen and observe Geto and his wretched friends. Though honestly, you felt a little bad for thinking about them like that. Especially Shoko, she wasn’t so bad. You two would talk every month or so in passing and she was quite friendly. And every time you saw her, it revamped your curiosity as to how she, Gojo, and your Geto became a tight-knit circle of friends. There were a few others that came around every now and then ㅡ particularly the girl who wore a bow in her hair, the sweetheart with big eyes (you sat beside him in third period), and the blonde boy with structured features ㅡ but those three were a solid defined trio.

Where you currently sat was in the main, central hall of the building. Because high schools were on the larger side, it was big enough for everyone to have their own hangout spot they would customarily spend the lunch hour in. So even though the main hall was big, it was only occupied by the same batch of 100 or so students. Geto and his friends were always part of this number and… so were you. He typically hung out at the tables next to the floor-to-ceiling windows and you would sit off to the side of the room a good 15 meters away. This made you close enough to watch him but far enough to never be caught. But honestly, the few rowdy tables that stood in between you both would’ve made it hard for him to notice your watchful eyes anyways. After Geto had been gazing in your direction of the hall, you didn’t feel like resuming your attentive cycle. Instead, you pulled out your phone when a notation made it buzz. It was from your dad:

Dad <3: Oh yeah? What made

you change your mind

(11:20am)

You couldn’t stop the huff from leaving your lips. He had every right to ask, honestly. Because the day before you were quite adamant that the blasted trip was something that would take years off your lifespan. Too many things had to be thought about and it was hard to come up with something to say. Unable to fight off the overwhelm you were feeling, you stared at your phone blankly while your mind ran a train.

The camp trip,

Geto,

what to pack,

Geto,

his hair looks good today,

Geto,

what should I wear,

Geto,

does he actually have a girlfriend…

Geto,

it’s gotta be a fling,

Geto,

what does he sleep inㅡ

Your rampaging thoughts put you in such a daze that you didn’t even see them coming in your direction. You froze and suspended your thoughts when a particular trio walked past your lonesome spot in the boisterous hall. A familiar warmth spread through your body when the expanse of Geto’s sensuous legs crossed your vision and after a short moment, you could smell the warm blend of expensive perfumes that wafted after them. A deep breath had to be taken through your nose to settle the overwhelming clash of excitement and agitation brewing in your body… you let your eyes trail after him until he turned the corner, sadly exiting your vision. When they were gone, you looked back down at your lap and started typing on your phone:

You: I just had a change of heart.

Someone convinced me to go

with them.

(11:22am)

After hitting send, you felt like you had enough of being in the main hall (jeeze, you wonder why?) and grabbed your bag to leave. You left the area and decided to go to your third period class early. The walk to class enabled an endless stream of chatter, laughter, mischief, bickering, and more to come from all sides of your surrounding radius. You couldn’t understand how people had the energy to be so enthusiastic in such a daft place like this. School in itself wasn’t necessarily a bother for you; there were particular classes you enjoyed and you were of the few who understood that in the long run, education had its importance. What inconvenienced you was the environment. Ever since you started high school three years ago, nothing brought you more distaste than the atmosphere of your surroundings.

The students here were as fake as they could get. Girls showed affection to one another while they simultaneously talked shit behind the backs of their friends, they were unbearably two-faced. You found it concerning how they would throw anybody ㅡ including their closest friends ㅡ under the bus if they thought it would validate their own selves. It was sickening really, the way flaws and insecurities were pointed out without a care because laughs would be received from those they wanted to impress.

The boys were no better. Were they ever aware that the brains in their heads could actually be used for something useful? Perhaps they thought brains were a mere accessory, a conclusion that was just as shameful. Not only did they have the mindset of incels, but they simultaneously believed they were prizes that women had to prove they were good enough for. News flash: they were lucky if a girl allowed herself to breathe around them. Boys would rather pursue girls to impress their loser friends than out of genuine affection for her. It was an agonizing thing to witness because those girls would never know better until it was too late. Furthermore, boys were like sheep; they all had sheep mentality and would only allow themselves to be influenced by the majority of men who behaved boorishly.

Of course, your Geto was extremely beyond compare to the fools that took up the space here. You were convinced that god sent him down as an apology for the imbeciles you were surrounded by.

Your introspection was put to a close when you got to third period. There was still about 30 minutes to go until the end of lunch break and with nothing else to do, you took out your headphones to pass the remainder of time. Your assigned seat in this class was closer to the front. You didn’t mind because unlike the classes you previously shared with Geto, he wasn’t here for you to keep an eye on him so in the end there was nothing to brood over. As you sat waiting, your phone buzzed again.

Dad <3: That’s completely fine.

Did you let your mom know?

Dad <3: Megumi might miss you

(11:30am)

And you were definitely going to miss him too. It was disappointing that you had to sacrifice a weekend with your family for something this stupid but at the end of the day, you didn’t have a choice. If you let Geto go on this trip without you around to watch him, he would surely do something stupid. And if he were to have the company of his friends, especially that halfwit Gojo, there was no telling what was going to happen. And if what Gojo said this morning was true, about Geto having the company of some girl ㅡ whose identity was never revealed during that time ㅡ then you were in for a ride. Why did everything have to be made so difficult for you?

You: I’ll miss him too :’)

And no I didn’t, I’ll

tell her at home

(11:31am)

You released a tired sigh after hitting send. You started to contemplate if there was anything even remotely good about this idea. Perhaps you should just skip… because when it actually came down to thinking about the grand scheme of things, you found yourself stuck in a block. What were you even going to do there…?

For starters, the school and the camp officials would create schedules for everyone to follow accordingly. And according to the information seminar that was carried out weeks ago to discuss the details of the camping trip, students would be put into groups for portions of the outing. What if you and Geto were put in separate groups? An instant pain was sent to your chest at the mere thought of the possibility. You couldn’t ignore the obstacles this would immediately pose for you; not only would you be kept away from him for hours at a time, but much of your time would be wasted if you weren’t around to keep an eye on him. And that was the main goal, to make sure he wasn’t up to anything that would hurt you.

Oh gosh, who were you kidding?

… that would hurt him.

Whoever the girl is, surely she can’t be any better than you. She was obviously a student here and if the reputation of the girls at this school was anything to go by, it puzzled you as to why Geto would waste his time like this. Your worth was unreachable in comparison to the wenches here and you had much to offer when given the right chances. You knew that if Geto would just open his damn eyes he would not be disappointed in the slightest.

In a multitude of ways, you felt bad for him. It was hard to explain actually…

For starters, Geto was smart. Not just in academics, but you could tell he applied logic to his life in a variety of ways. You fully felt that he wasn’t one to let societal pressures get the better of him, despite his status in and outside of school. Oh, right. Was it mentioned that Geto was an all exclusive package?

He came from money. Not that you cared for things like that, but inevitably it added to his value as a societal member. From what you knew ㅡ after stalking him and his family online ㅡ his parents were both well known in the field of politics. His mother was a renowned lawyer who was seemingly really good at what she did and won case after case in her field of criminal law and defense. Geto’s father was even higher on the political scale for he worked as a provincial (state) judge. So… yeah. Geto came from money money and had a form of status that kids like you dreamed of.

On a normal basis, you never would have cared this much about a rich person because you felt like they all had a personal spot in hell.

So then what made Geto a heaven’s boy? For starters, he was an attendee at a public school. It was one of the few things about him you weren’t sure you understood. If his parents had that type of money, then surely they could have afforded to send him off somewhere fancy and private, so why exactly was he here? You ultimately decided that Geto ㅡ and maybe his parents too ㅡ were modest and humble people despite their status and wealth. It made sense after all. For almost three years you’ve done nothing but watch him with your full attention and not once have you seen him act spoiled or unclassy. He’s only ever been smiles and elegantly charmful to everyone…

Which was another thing that attracted you to him; he was a very pleasant person. When you attend high school, the first thing you notice that people talk about are, in fact, other people. You’ve heard your peers talk crap about others and you’ve also heard the odd praising here and there. Yes, “the odd praising” ㅡ it was high school, why would students be kind when they could just be mean, you know? During your time here, you have never once heard Geto be a victim of anybody’s ill feelings. And it might sound far-fetched considering this was a big building filled with just over a thousand people; everyone is always talking even when you’re not around to hear them. But you’ve heard people talk about Gojo many times, not always nice things of course ㅡ someone even went as far as to wish death upon him once, not that you could blame them for thinking that. Shoko had been the topic of discussion a couple of times (it was safe to say that she had way more pleasant things to be said about her than Gojo). So when it was Geto that people found time to discuss, negative remarks were never spoken.

You’ve heard girls praise his charm and kindness. You’ve heard boys compliment his academic skills. One time somebody was gushing over the fact he spared them a bandaid straight out of his bag (your cheeks tinted pink upon hearing this, that was your Geto after all, so selfless). He really did deserve every praise he got from those who knew of him.

He was certainly a heaven’s boy.

So how did this contribute to the sympathy you held for Geto? The boy had the looks of divinity. You often pondered what deal was made with the devil for him to look so beautiful. His modesty, courtesy, and benevolence showed he had the charisma of a saint. He was smart and logical in and outside of the classroom. And finally, he had the wealth that any father would want for their daughter. So what was there to be displeased about? It was simple. All these blessings and he didn’t have the crown jewel.

You.

Geto may be living a satisfactory life, yes, but what was the point of him living if he didn't have you around?

When you live in a city where the surrounding 10 hour radius is dense in trees and forests, wildfires happen a few times a year. When the coarse smoke finally reaches the city, it's hard to see the beauties of the night sky. Normal stars are concealed and the brightest ones are just barely visible. But what always shines through? The moon. Still big and bold amidst the smoke. Sometimes, the toxins in the air give it a red hue, but that only adds to the beauty of its perseverance.

A blood moon.

You were Geto's blood moon.

People like Gojo and Shoko were stars that were barely visible through normal pollution. And the fucking sleaze they joked about Geto spending time with on the trip? She was lucky to be considered as space dust (of course, you still had to figure out just who it was they were talking about). And you felt terrible because despite him being as smart as he was, he was obviously failing to realize that he was missing something so crucial. Without you, his life was nowhere near perfect. It was simply moderate with a few blessings.

And you would be the last blessing he'd ever fucking need—

*BLARE*

You flinched when the bell rang because you were so lost in your thoughts… the remaining 30 minutes of the lunch hour had unknowingly slipped away and you were left with the aftermath of your intrusive introspection. Despite your firm beliefs about everything having to do with Geto, deep down, you knew this wasn't exactly normal.

Were you going crazy? Probably. You put away your headphones and waited for class to begin, sitting silently as the students slowly poured into the classroom. You took this time to clear your head of the mass intrusive thoughts that just took over. Even going as far as to harshly push a couple fingers into the side of your head to… to what? To relieve whatever demon is forcing you to think this way?

It was laughable, really. A demon, an angel, God himself.. whatever was making you have these twisted feelings was honestly welcomed to stay. It might even give you the answers to make Geto yours once and for all. The more you thought about your goal and the reasons for going on the wretched trip, the more you realized how amusing the whole situation was. Who knows? You just might actually have a little bit of fun. After all, you were quite smart. Surely you would think of something to make Geto yours...

Eventually, the students of third period had gathered and class started after the arrival of your teacher. You had managed to suppress the crazy enough to focus on the lesson. Math was an easy-ish subject for you, all that had to be done was follow the given formula and boom, there's your answer. Logic was important too, not everything could be solved by a step a)b)c)d) formula. Sometimes you had to work backwards from d) or even from the middle of the equation. As long as you understood the process in its entirety, what was stopping you from getting the right answer?

An hour or so had passed and your teacher finished completing the lesson. Now, there was 15 minutes until the end of the period and your class was given their usual free-time to work on practice equations assigned by your teacher. You were nearing completion of your questions when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Ah, excuse me.."

Hm?...

You maneuvered your attention to "the sweetheart" ㅡ which is what you called him in your head. His name however, was Haibara. He was a part of the selected few you tolerated here at school. But not only did you just tolerate him, you were happy to admit that you actually liked him. He reminded you of rainbows and sunshines, seeing as he was always happy about something. Genuinely happy that is. He had a good heart and you knew it.

"Yes?"

He was a mixture of nervous and sheepish before gaining the courage to speak up.

"Could you help me with this one, please? If you don't mind." You could see him struggling to maintain eye contact with you, opting to keep his gaze down on his worksheet instead.

Cute.

You nodded, leaning in to help him out.

"You kind of have to work backwards here. Notice how you have the numbers of the mass and the height? So what you gotta is… "

You spent the next couple of minutes explaining the procedure to Haibara. You couldn't help but take pride in the switch up of his demeanor. He was shy and timid when he first requested your help, but he was quickly coming out of his shell the more you explained the process of the math question to him. By the end of your little session, he had answered the problem confidently.

"109!"

He stated joyfully. Unable to restrain yourself, you gave him a few small claps to feed his excitement.

"Yes! Good job."

You congratulated him with a smile, a genuine smile at that – something you almost never did here at school. Haibara was still writing down the answer and when the thought crossed your mind, you couldn't help but ask.

"Random question, sorry, are you going on that camping trip?" Haibara nodded his head while turning to look at you.

"I want to. That's actually why I asked for help; my parents won't let me go unless I do well on the upcoming test.." he laughed awkwardly before sighing with a tense smile. "All my friends are going so I really don't wanna miss out." He slouched in his seat.

You gave him a nod of understanding. You couldn't help but recall the numerous times you've seen Haibara interact with Geto, maybe he's one of the friends he has in mind?..

And it was like a flip had been switched in your head

... Haibara could be used to your advantage.

"I see.. and how are you doing with that?" You asked, casually feeding into the conversation for potential leverage.

"It's going alright." Haibara said with a shrug before continuing. "My performance in math is average at best but my parents think I can do better. This is how they decided to push that theory.." he sighed with a tired smile before looking at you again.

"Are you going?" He asked you. You made a gesture with your hand that signaled you were still contemplating, all the while recognizing that it was crucial that you played your cards right.

"I'm still undecided. I feel like it'll be a fun getaway but I don't really have anyone to go with." You replied with a shrug and Haibara nodded his head.

"I see… things like this are best with friends so I can see why you'd be hesitant to commit to a whole weekend of it." He paused before continuing, "but don't let it stop you! It'll be a good experience and you'll be given the chance to make memories for yourself. That's actually why I'm gonna force my friend Nanami – you might know of him – to come too…"

You watched Haibara smile to himself at the mention of his friend.

"He'd rather not come on the trip because he thinks it'll be a waste of our time. But how can you be so sure if you haven't taken the opportunity to see for yourself?" Haibara finishes and looks at you thoughtfully.

You were a little speechless to say. When you wanted to bait Haibara into giving you leverage and information, you wanted to lure him into talking about Geto or something having to do with him. You never expected to be given a motivational lecture on why you should take chances for yourself. You smiled a bit shyly because you couldn't help but feel a little bad. Your main intentions for feeding into the conversation were for absolute, selfish reasons and it felt like you were slapped in the face when Haibara hit you with his selfless nature in return. Did this make you a cruel person? You surely felt like it.

He must've noticed the change in your demeanor because he tried to diffuse the tension he felt he unintentionally created.

"B-but do what you want..! Taking chances… that's just what I think people should do from time to time. I know it's easier said than done and…" he trailed off slightly.

"... and I know things are harder when you don't have someone to lean on. You could maybe use the trip as a chance to connect with someone? I know I'll try my best to go so if you ever need somebody, you can come to me. And not just on the camping trip, but in general! I've already noticed that you're usually alone… I'm not sure if that's by choice or if there's any particular reasoning for that, but seriously, I'll always be around if you ever feel like you could use company."

For a number of moments you could only look at him with a hint of disbelief. It didn't help that he was no longer panicking but instead, his face was calm. He was noticeably relaxed in his chair and your eyes couldn't help but focus on his smile. It was no longer beaming but instead soft and genuine. You found yourself in need of looking away…

Gosh, he really was such a sweetheart. If you weren't so obsessed with Geto you'd probably fall for Haibara instead. As you kept your gaze off to the side, you sighed and nodded your head. It was like you were in defeat. But why? It felt like he was trying to break down a wall that you unknowingly built around yourself. You couldn't take this feeling anymore. The tension, the exposure. You forced yourself to chuckle and look back at him with a reluctant smile.

"I thought I was supposed to be the teacher here." You gestured to the math problem you helped him solve. It felt like a dumb thing to say but you didn't know how else to respond. If anything, you were just desperate to ease the tension. He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sorry… it just slips out sometimes. I guess I got a bit carried away there. I really shouldn't have dumped that all on you huh?" His words were genuine and you knew it.

"It's alright, you only meant well." You said in your best attempt to reassure him but you couldn't ignore the strange feelings that overtook your body. The bell eventually rang and everyone simultaneously packed up their belongings so they could leave for their last class. Still unsure of how to feel, you decided not to give in to the rush and took your time.

... you immediately noticed that Haibara was doing the same.

When you didn't say anything else, he took it upon himself to end things on a better note.

"Thanks again for the help. And... sorry again." he smiled awkwardly and got up from his seat. You followed him out of your own chair.

"It's okay, really. I appreciate you trying to make better of my situation ㅡ and I'm honest when I say that" You said with a genuine look on your face, hoping it'll stop him from stressing out. You were happy to see that in a way, it worked, because Haibara looked relieved.

"So I didn't make you uncomfortable?" He asked and laughed in relief. You found that laughing along with him came naturally...

"You didn't." At this point, you were both exiting the room and it was a surprise to find that you and Haibara continued to walk in the same direction. He didn't necessarily stray away from you either… hm. When you were going to ask him what class he had next, there was a sudden drop in your stomach when a familiar, sultry voice came from behind.

It couldn't possibly be…

"Ah Haibara, a new friend?"

But it was…

The blood was quick to drain from your face at the realization that Suguru Geto, your Suguru Geto, was referring to you.

Then when you and Haibara turned around to look at him, the air was fast to leave your lungs at the sight of a girl hugging his arm.

__________

Even though your Geto was standing right in front of you, your eyes couldn't leave those of the girl. They were rich in hazel and almond in shape. Her face was slim and defined which made her features prominent. Her skin was light and her cheeks bones were dusted with rose. Long, dark hair delicately framed her face and the ends pooled over her chest. You couldn't stop your eyes from trailing to her lips… they were plump and toasted with a sheer auburn.

With a familiar pain in your chest, you couldn't deny she was pretty.

Her beauty put you in a trance and for a short moment, you weren't necessarily mad. In fact, she had a form of beauty that was able to take your attention away from what exactly it was you were looking at. It didn't help that her lips formed a smile that signified there was a gentleness in her grace. And what was that smell? It smelt like their were flowers all around you. But the haze you were in was short lived, however, because you couldn't stop your eyes from trailing down to where her manicured fingers rested around Geto's arm. Immediately, anything neutral you felt about her beauty was diminished and replaced with an ill-feeling chill.

Who...

Who exactly does she think she is?

The girl was familiar to you of course. You recalled her transferring to this school about two months ago ㅡ which was odd considering that less than half of the year was left until you all were set to graduate. You didn’t think about it much at the time because you didn’t really care. The girl and her family must’ve had their reasons.

Oh how you wish you cared now. You probably could’ve stopped the arrangement between her and Geto before it had the chance to even start. You were unable to proceed with your inner dilemma because Haibara started to speak up.

"Ah, Geto!" He said with excitement. He momentarily looked down at you before looking at Geto again.

"We're in math together, we were talking about the camping trip. Are you still attending that?” Haibara asked him and, to your relief, Geto nodded in confirmation.

“I am. So you better do well on that exam because I’m expecting to see you there, Haibara.” He replied with that familiar hint of amusement laced in his tone and it was possible you were floating at the sound of his voice so up close. Haibara ducked his head down a bit in embarrassment before grinning back up at him.

“Yeah yeah, that’s why she’s gonna help me.” He nudged his head in your direction and in a sudden instant, Geto’s eyes were on you.

You felt if it were possible, your stomach would have definitely dropped out of your ass because when you woke up this morning, you never would’ve guessed that after so long, you would be in the grasp of Geto’s vision. Even though the words ‘keep it together’ replayed in your head like a mantra, you felt like it was hard to breathe. Geto was standing right there and he was looking at you.

Despite the nerves and the odd sense of dread forming in your gut, your face remained casual and you turned your head to give Haibara a look that countered his statement. He only laughed at you.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that.” You said with humor. And to your complete surprise, Geto laughed. You made Geto… laugh? An odd feeling overtook you and you suddenly felt warm all over. The feeling only worsened when Geto began addressing you directly.

keepittogetherkeepittogetherkeepittogetherkeepittogether...

"Careful with Haibara, math was never his strong suit.” In the back, Haibara made a sound like he was offended. You shook your head in rebuttal.

Play your cards right.

“He wasn’t bad, actually. You did perfectly fine back there.” You finished by addressing Haibara directly, making sure to smile up at him. You felt this was the best way to reply; Haibara wouldn’t feel bad for himself and Geto would take notice of your… kindness? If that was even the right term considering the situation you were in.

“Just a nudge in the right direction and the rest he does by himself.”

You felt good, actually. Haibara was looking confident at your words of reassurance and even Geto was smiling along. It felt like you were making a good impression on everyone here ㅡ including the wench. But enough was enough and soon you would all have to part ways because the beginning of last class was about to start and you all needed to move along soon. You decided this was a good time to address the bitch who thought she could take what was yours.

“What about you? The camping trip I mean.” You asked her with calculating eyes, unsure of what to make of someone you have never spoken to before. You were oddly pleased when she met your watchful eyes with her own, she also had the gall to smile like something was oh so delightful.

“Yes I am, Geto invited me.”

Oh yeah. You were definitely going on that trip now.

[lovelychoso]

There Are Whispers Behind My Smile

(Getou × psycho!reader)

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Hey all!

I haven't written fanfiction in a while but that Geto mf has been driving me crazy and the fantasies have been running wild

I decided that because psycho Y/n barely happens, I would like to give writing her a try. I live in Canada so any descriptions I give of high school will be from my personal experience.

I will do my absolute best to not specify any of Y/n's physical features so that this fic doesn't exclude anybody <3

Clothing might be specified here and there, but I'll try to avoid that as well when I'm given the chance

Tags will be added as the story progresses! I haven't figured out all the details so I'm only tagging what I know will eventually happen.

I hope this isn't a turn off for anybody (lol) but Toji and Mamaguro are our parents for this fic, Megumi is our half brother. I thought having Toji as a dad (and Megumi as our little brother) would be quite fitting in some places. Plus, I just want those three to be a family (is that too much to ask gege?)

I hope my writing style isn't super wonky! It's been years since I've written for entertainment so my flow might not be strong in the first few chapters.

That's all I can think of to say right now. So without further ado, Enjoy?

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Every year the school put together a year-end camping trip for the grade 12 (senior) students. They're always planned to take place over the weekend and consist of three days and two nights. They went to the same cabin camp ground every year that was an hour outside of the city. The camp ground was on the opposite side of a lake that you and your family went to every year, so you were semi familiar.

Despite this, you were still reluctant to go. You didn't really like the other students in your grade - save for a handful of kids who actually had a form of sense - and you thought you deserved better than to waste a precious weekend with the stupid bastards you attended school with. You didn't mind staying at home with your family. Your parents - mainly your step mom - liked to plan enjoyable things for the weekend anyways so it wasn't like you were going to miss out on a good time.

When you told them about your decision to veto the camping trip, they didn't push too much for answers. They of course inquired as to why this was your decision because they thought it odd. Normally kids at the age of 17 would jump at the opportunity to spend a weekend away from home. They even pointed out how the lake was one they frequented as a family. You simply told them it wasn't something you thought you'd enjoy.

"besides, my classmates are unbearable at times. I'd rather stay here than go to the middle of nowhere with people I dislike."

Nonetheless, their hearts couldn't help but warm at the fact that their ‘little’ girl would rather stay with them. Your dad, Toji, raised you after all, and in terms of personality, you took on after him quite much. They, especially he, were familiar with the fact that you weren't super outgoing when it came to things like the camping trip. And even though the fact delighted her, your stepmother couldn't stop the concern from seeping into her chest when you reminded her of your reluctance to be social.

Your tendency to be antisocial reminded her of your dad. When she met you both seven years ago, she wanted nothing more than to help him out with the issues that stemmed from the traumas he faced as a kid. And even though you and him were in a much better place now, she could never guarantee that – outside of the home – you would be safe from the issues that once plagued your father.

You were 10 years old when your father introduced her to you for the first time and she immediately noticed that you weren't like the other kids she had seen of your age. For one, you were quiet. You weren't shy, no, you just didn't want to speak to her.. or anyone who wasn't your dad for that matter. It was like you needed to trust her first.

You were a carbon copy of your father.

You were careful and calculated. You weren't a hasty child and you always thought about your actions. Deep down, she knew that this behaviour was a product of you and your dad's previous living conditions. And it made her feel terrible because she thought the irrational and carefree portion of your youth had been stripped away. It took time, but eventually you started coming around. You stopped hiding from her. And although you were still hesitant to speak to her directly, you slowly let yourself become curious around the new woman that seemed to have captured your dad's heart. When you needed to know something about her, you would whisper your curiosity into your dad's ear and he would smile at your progress.

She felt proud of herself for what she was able to accomplish. But there was always a nagging feeling that there was more she could do for you personally. So although your dad had dropped the issue of the camping trip, she made it clear that should you ever change your mind, you had their support.

You were content with this, feeling like the matter had been disposed of and you could move on with your life.

Besides, it's not like you knew that you would have a sudden change of heart...

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You had gone to school the next day feeling awfully bored and displeased. Just an hour ago you were sitting at the table with your darling little brother, Megumi, watching him eat his breakfast. You never had an appetite for food in the morning, it made you feel a little ill when you ate in the early hours. Instead you talked with him about odd topics – or whatever you could muster up with a 5 year old kid. How much you wished to go back home..

You sat in first period and waited for class to start, still another 10 minutes. Your assigned spot was in the back of the class. Ir was something you particularly enjoyed because it meant your watchful eyes could see everything. Or...

Everyone...

And that 'everyone' included him.

Suguru Geto.

Geto had been the apple of your eye the moment you first saw him. It was the first day of high school almost three years ago and you remembered the moment like it happened yesterday. Though how could you not? It replayed in your head only a million times a day:

The first day of school and you were already late. Great. Sometime during the night, your charger unplugged from the wall and your phone battery drained down to 0%. You missed your alarms and slept in which automatically set your schedule back 30 minutes. And because getting ready in 5 was out of the question, that meant you were to miss the first bus. Taking the next one was no problem, but when you finally arrived at school it caused you to be 10 minutes late for your first class.

You hastily finished at your locker and moved to speed walk to where you thought you had to go. Luckily for you, orientation happened a week ago and your brain was still a little fresh on how to maneuver through the halls of this maze of a high school. But through it all, you were amused that you weren't the only student still roaming around. Here and there, you would find other first year students still finding their way through the school, consulting the roaming staff and teachers for directions to their classes.

'Just around this corner..' you recalled to yourself, no longer paying mind to the others around you.

And although you were semi acquainted with the route, your mental frazzle posed as a distraction so big that you didn't see the body you collided with until it was too late.

"Oof—"

You had crashed into someone's chest and stammered backwards, holding your nose that unfortunately took the brunt of the impact. In the back of your daze you heard a clutter of something hitting the floor. It was probably your phone, ugh.

"Oh crap.. I'm so sorry!"

You rushed to apologize, still pressing around the surface of your nose. You hadn't looked up at the person yet. You felt increasingly displeased, stressed, and embarrassed about what just happened - not to mention the minutes were continuing to add up, making you more late for class. Your glare at the floor was interrupted by the sight of your phone being.. held out to you.

"You're good, don't worry."

Said a male's voice. Sultry, you noticed. Whoever it was sounded humourous and his amusement at the situation could be heard through his tone.

‘Damn you..’

You couldn’t help but think to yourself. But all in all, at least he wasn’t mad at you for crashing into him, right? A win is a win..

You only nodded at the reassurance he responded with, letting go of your nose to take your phone from him. You thought it was time to be decent and look up at the person you just inconvenienced. And when you did, you couldn't stop the breath that hitched in your throat..

... Woah.

The moment you tilted your head up you found that siren eyes were already looking down at you. His pale skin and black hair complimented each other in a fascinating manner. You had never seen a boy your age be comfortable enough to wear their hair the way that he did. His black hair - silky, you noticed - was pulled back into a messy bun of volume and loose strands. The bang that framed the right side of his face only added to his striking charm. You couldn't stop your eyes from trailing down to his lips. They looked soft and unblemished. The corners were raised ever so slightly, solidifying the amusement that was surely spreading through him. The difference in your heights caused him to stare down at you. His dark, cold-cutting eyes were keeping you locked in a trance. You couldn’t move or look away from him.. Do something, you unresponsive idiot!

Surely this man had to have been carved by God himself, yes? A canvas in which no single brush stroke left space for error.

“S-sorry again.. I was distracted.”

You said with the intention to diffuse the situation, hoping it would help your case. In all of this, a particular heat had rushed to your face and you forced yourself to look away from his captivating eyes. There was no way he hadn't noticed the nerves had taken over your body. Your theory was confirmed when you heard the chuckle that make his chest and shoulders shake, a sound that reminded you of soft leather had sent heat to your stomach.

Oak and sandalwood surrounded you and your eyes trailed from where they looked off to the side of the hall to the pale expanse of his neck... you desperately itched to get closer to where you knew you'd find something akin to heaven.

You knew it was rude, but you didn't want to stay any longer. It was getting harder to control your desires and and you still had a class to attend. Drooling over some boy – who was still observing you with anticipation – wasn't going to make this odd day any better for you

"Anyways I need to go, thank you."

You said and moved to step around him, simultaneously gesturing to your phone he picked up for you. Although your words were hasty, theh came out smoother and you gave him a small smile to show you were sincere.

"You're welcome."

It took everything in you to not falter in your steps while you walked away from him. More heat pooled within your body and when you were far enough down the hall, you released a breath you didn't know you were holding. Your heart was beating rapidly and you could feel your face was still warm.

'What the hell was that?..'

You turned around to look at where you were moments ago, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment when you found there was nobody there..

For the rest of that day, you could think of nothing but entrancing eyes and a sultry voice.

After that day, you two hardly spoke again in the three years you attended high school together. Maybe once or twice in short commentary but nothing that stood out for anyone as divine as him to remember. You soon found out his name when you overheard him talking to his friend with the white hair.. someone you soon came to despise. Why? Because he was always around Geto; a position you ached to fill.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, Geto and his friends rose into a popularity that soaked up the attention of the many people at their school. Girls wanted a taste of their charms and the guys wanted their validation and acceptance... You knew for a fact that you would never have to force yourself to appeal to him, it would certainly come to him naturally. Everybody wore a fake personality when they were around Geto or his friends, that included their damned smiles.

... It made you infuriatingly sick.

Those bastards weren't worthy of Geto or his attention. Everyday you came to school and watched him look and interact with people who didn't deserve it. It didn't matter the time or place, there was always someone who had his attention. Bitterness was a common emotion you felt at school because his charisma and smile should have belonged to you only.

So why couldn't he see you too? Didn't he see how much better than the others you were?

Your reminisce was interrupted by the ringing bell, signaling the start of first period. Students started to pile in the room and they moved to sit in their seats. Chatter replaced the silence as they got into their spots. And although your head was turned away to look out the window, you kept your ears peeled. Brainless conversations were heard from all corners of the room, further solidifying your lack of care for these people so dull-witted.

But you had no choice. There was still one person you were waiting for.

'Come on come on come on come on… —'

A cackle could be heard outside the room and you grit your teeth in displeasure. You fought not to turn your head because you knew that wherever Satoru Gojo was – the white haired idiot who couldn't keep his mouth shut – Geto was always there to follow. Soon enough, they too entered the class. You watched Geto's reflection through the window with an intense, obsessive stare. Your ears automatically tuned into their conversation..

"Suguru.. come on. She's hot! Go on the camping trip and who knows what'll happen between you two. I'll even pretend to sleep while you two sneak out of the cabins to make out after midnight.. " Gojo teased Geto like something was fucking funny and the latter had the audacity to not deny a thing.

You on the other hand, let your eyes widen in shock.

'Geto…? With another girl…?'

'Again...?'

Your eyes slowly narrowed, glowering at him through the window.

'No fucking way.'

Wasting no time, you pulled out your phone and texted your dad.

You: Hey dad, changed my mind. I feel

like going on the camping trip if

that's okay

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Likes and Comments are appreciated <3

[lovelychoso]

Getou think piece (ft. gn!reader)

okay sooo this is my first time posting a work on tumblr and who better to write about than getou ?? the man has been on my mind so much lately, I just had to indulge 🙃

this is a little think piece I have about him if the world of jututsu didn’t exist. I wanted to start simple for my first time so it’s basically just what I think he’d be like as a high school student

reader makes an appearance towards the end

just a little fyi !! reader is kind of a self insert here, so I hope you guys are okay with being an introvert haha (not shy tho!! just quiet)

reader is gn <3

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Depending on how you judge somebody’s character, you may or may not be in for a surprise

Right off the bat, Getou is that super classy student

He’s definitely popular yes, but not a lot of people know him in a personal manner

Most of the people he interacts with are acquaintances - he chooses his friends carefully

Obviously he’s rich

Mf has to come from a rich family like it only makes sense

His parents are probably well known politicians

I wanna say that his parents are affectionate towards him, and they’ve always made sure to teach him manners, morals, and how to be kind :(

Values his family <3

If you take Getou’s family background into consideration, you’ll find that he’s pretty smart

But not just any type of smart, he’s like… the sexy type of smart 😩

He was exposed to books and literature at a young age

I take Getou as the type to be into classical literature (you know that thing most of us hate?)

Anything that is an expression of life, truth, and beauty… it’s on his bookshelf

The man has already read every book assigned in class

“we’re reading The Great Gatsby? I read that when I was 12.”

Besties with Gojo obviously (who is also smart, how sexc of him) the two of them are superbly well known not only at their school, but other schools as well

Maybe they’re a little trio with Shoko or Sukuna if you wanna add a little more spice ;)

I would include Nanami in their friend group too but let’s be honest this man is anywhere Gojo is not 💀 I also love the idea that he and Haibara are still their underclassmen :’)

OKAY BACK TO GETOU

People fall at his feet obviously

He’s not a player tho, I don’t take him as the type to screw around

He doesn’t sleep around either, but he’ll have an occasional hook up if he’s in the mood for it

When he rejects somebody he’s honestly super kind about, my bby doesn’t like to embarrass people or make anyone feel like shit

He’s a respectable man remember?

I feel like he’s the type of person who would loveee to be in a relationship but he doesn’t go out of his way to pursue one (same tho ??)

He’s a go with the flow type ‘a guy, basically it’ll happen if it’s meant to happen

Doesn’t rush into things, prefers they develop on their own

Trust is super important to him

THIS MAN COMMITS - he wants a serious relationship (doesn’t do flings)

prefers going out with people he knows and has built a level of comfort with – won’t go out with a total stranger

To expand on that thought, on the rare occasion that he does ask someone out, it would be a person he’s already accustomed to (a friend, classmate, or an acquaintance)

He puts himself and his boundaries into consideration before taking further steps

This man is literally the complete opposite of Gojo when it comes to dating oh dear god

He likes to attend parties

(and the three of them just so happen to get invites to a lot of them)

But Getou just uses them as excuses to hang out with his friends :)

He drinks but not that much (Sukuna on the other hand… damn 💀)

He does well in gym/fitness classes

He only tries out for his school’s sports teams when Gojo and Sukuna do - he’s not really into playing competitively

He still makes it onto them obviously

Prefers night time showers

Wears sweats and tshirts to bed

Always says goodnight to his parents <3

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(A/N - did anyone else have seating arrangements in highschool as well ? like one day you’d walk into class and *boom* your teacher has a new seating arrangement on the board ? that plays into this next bit with y/n!)

Getou doesn’t mind seating arrangements but he still prefers to sit with his friends (unlike Gojo who pouts in distaste like a child)

Looks at the board to see where he has to sit and who his new desk mate is

He’s seen this person around but has never actually spoken to them

Getou is an observant person however, so he recalls that this person doesn’t speak much in class and is one of the quieter kids

Makes his way to his new spot and waits for class to begin

You show up to class about 10 minutes late with a note for your teacher excusing your temporary absence, he points to your new spot in the class and holy shit… it’s a good thing you have a resting bitch face because honey… you are literally saliVATING at the greek god you were assigned to sit next to

OKAY BACK TO GETOU AGAIN

I’m going to be honest with you, he doesn’t pay any mind to his new desk mate for about a week…

But you’re okay with that ❤️

However you must know that Getou is honestly just the tiniest bit intimated by you

haha…

You can’t blame him tho!! the rbf you wear makes him believe you’d rather be anywhere else but here so he genuinely doesn’t want to bother you <3

But there’s just one problem

Getou needs yesterday’s notes because he took a sick day prior (and Gojo doesn’t take notes for shit)

He waits for the teacher’s lesson to end before turning to you

“Excuse me—”

And oh

Oh

Oh wow

Getou finds himself a little captivated because your eyes hold the most charming shade of (e/c)

“Um, sorry to bother you but I wasn’t here yesterday and I was hoping you had any of the notes…?”

Getou braces himself for your reaction, secretly hoping he didn’t piss you off 💀

But to his surprise, his normally bored looking desk mate only flashes him one of the friendliest smiles he’s ever seen

a small “sure” escaping their lips as they flip through their notes

Getou shamefully sits in awe because why was he expecting a bad reaction from you? he honestly feels a little bad

Though… he can’t help but lower his gaze to your fingers and ponder over how pretty they are as they grace across the pages of your notebook

“Did you want to copy them down here? or take a picture?”

His desk mate asks him in a gentle, friendly tone while making direct. fucking. eye. contact.

Getou feels like somebody punched him in the gut

“Just a picture is fine, thank you.”

Getou scrambles momentarily for his phone, internally cussing himself for moving so ungracefully (I know this man moves like he’s made of water)

“Thanks again.”

Getou speaks more confidently this time, flashing you a pretty smile of his own in hopes that he’ll get to see another one of yours. And maybe get to hear you speak again

One thing about Getou is that he usually gets what he wants

And this time was no different

“No worries.” It was softer this time, and so was your smile

What the fuck just happened to him?

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As Getou lays in bed that night, he can’t help but think back to what happened today

He has his phone in hand, looking at the photos of your notes

What lovely writing his desk mate has

He recalls the way he threw one last look in your direction before leaving the classroom with Gojo

The white haired man was telling him something, but he wasn’t exactly listening

He was too busy trying to meet those eyes again

Those pretty eyes…

His mind was a blur of pretty smiles and his ears kept replaying velvety voices

Maybe he’ll say hello to you tomorrow, and maybe he’ll ask about your day

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A/N – I really hope whoever sees this enjoys! I don’t expect it to reach a big audience because I literally have zero followers haha

Like I said before this is my first time uploading here so it’s not much, I also just wanted an excuse to write about soft getou :)

He and y/n didn’t interact a lot either but I wanted him to be the focus for this one. Plus I plan to write a part2 next week so stay tuned for that if you’re interested!

Im always open to feedback and criticism, and if you see this please comment! I wanna know what you thought :)

Have a great week <3

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[lovelychoso]

no thoughts just getou as a tattoo artist

[lovelychoso]

Getou think piece (ft. gn!reader)

okay sooo this is my first time posting a work on tumblr and who better to write about than getou ?? the man has been on my mind so much lately, I just had to indulge 🙃

this is a little think piece I have about him if the world of jututsu didn't exist. I wanted to start simple for my first time so it's basically just what I think he'd be like as a high school student

reader makes an appearance towards the end

just a little fyi !! reader is kind of a self insert here, so I hope you guys are okay with being an introvert haha (not shy tho!! just quiet)

reader is gn <3

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Depending on how you judge somebody's character, you may or may not be in for a surprise

Right off the bat, Getou is that super classy student

He's definitely popular yes, but not a lot of people know him in a personal manner

Most of the people he interacts with are acquaintances - he chooses his friends carefully

Obviously he's rich

Mf has to come from a rich family like it only makes sense

His parents must've made a name for themselves in the political world (they could be lawyers for example)

I wanna say that his parents are affectionate towards him, and they've always made sure to teach him manners, morals, and how to be kind :(

Values his family <3

If you take Getou's family background into consideration, you'll find that he's pretty smart

But not just any type of smart, he's like... the sexy type of smart 😩

He was exposed to books and literature at a young age

I take Getou as the type to be into classical literature (you know that thing most of us hate?)

Anything that is an expression of life, truth, and beauty... it's on his bookshelf

The man has already read every book assigned in class

"we're reading The Great Gatsby? I read that when I was 12."

Besties with Gojo obviously (who is also smart, how sexc of him) the two of them are superbly well known not only at their school, but other schools as well

Maybe they're a little trio with Shoko or Sukuna if you wanna add a little more spice ;)

I would include Nanami in their friend group too but let's be honest this man is anywhere Gojo is not 💀 I also love the idea that he and Haibara are still their underclassmen :')

OKAY BACK TO GETOU

People fall at his feet obviously

He's not a player tho, I don't take him as the type to screw around

He doesn't sleep around either, but he'll have an occasional hook up if he's in the mood for it

When he rejects somebody he's honestly super kind about, my bby doesn't like to embarrass people or make anyone feel like shit

He's a respectable man remember?

I feel like he's the type of person who would loveee to be in a relationship but he doesn't go out of his way to pursue one (same tho ??)

He's a go with the flow type 'a guy, basically it'll happen if it's meant to happen

Doesn't rush into things, prefers they develop on their own

Trust is super important to him

THIS MAN COMMITS - he wants a serious relationship (doesn't do flings)

prefers going out with people he knows and has built a level of comfort with – won't go out with a total stranger

To expand on that thought, on the rare occasion that he does ask someone out, it would be a person he's already accustomed to (a friend, classmate, or an acquaintance)

He puts himself and his boundaries into consideration before taking further steps

This man is literally the complete opposite of Gojo when it comes to dating oh dear god

He likes to attend parties

(and the three of them just so happen to get invites to a lot of them)

But Getou just uses them as excuses to hang out with his friends :)

He drinks but not that much (Sukuna on the other hand... damn 💀)

He does well in gym/fitness classes

He only tries out for his school's sports teams when Gojo and Sukuna do - he's not really into playing competitively

He still makes it onto them obviously

Prefers night time showers

Wears sweats and tshirts to bed

Always says goodnight to his parents <3

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(A/N - did anyone else have seating arrangements in highschool as well ? like one day you'd walk into class and *boom* your teacher has a new seating arrangement on the board ? that plays into this next bit with y/n!)

Getou doesn't mind seating arrangements but he still prefers to sit with his friends (unlike Gojo who pouts in distaste like a child)

Looks at the board to see where he has to sit and who his new desk mate is

He's seen this person around but has never actually spoken to them

Getou is an observant person however, so he recalls that this person doesn't speak much in class and is one of the quieter kids

Makes his way to his new spot and waits for class to begin

You show up to class about 10 minutes late with a note for your teacher excusing your temporary absence, he points to your new spot in the class and holy shit... it's a good thing you have a resting bitch face because honey... you are literally saliVATING at the greek god you were assigned to sit next to

OKAY BACK TO GETOU AGAIN

I'm going to be honest with you, he doesn't pay any mind to his new desk mate for about a week...

But you're okay with that ❤️

However you must know that Getou is honestly just the tiniest bit intimated by you

haha...

You can't blame him tho!! the rbf you wear makes him believe you'd rather be anywhere else but here so he genuinely doesn't want to bother you <3

But there's just one problem

Getou needs yesterday's notes because he took a sick day prior (and Gojo doesn't take notes for shit)

He waits for the teacher's lesson to end before turning to you

"Excuse me—"

And oh

Oh

Oh wow

Getou finds himself a little captivated because your eyes hold the most charming shade of (e/c)

"Um, sorry to bother you but I wasn't here yesterday and I was hoping you had any of the notes...?"

Getou braces himself for your reaction, secretly hoping he didn't piss you off 💀

But to his surprise, his normally bored looking desk mate only flashes him one of the friendliest smiles he's ever seen

a small "sure" escaping their lips as they flip through their notes

Getou shamefully sits in awe because why was he expecting a bad reaction from you? he honestly feels a little bad

Though... he can't help but lower his gaze to your fingers and ponder over how pretty they are as they grace across the pages of your notebook

"Did you want to copy them down here? or take a picture?"

His desk mate asks him in a gentle, friendly tone while making direct. fucking. eye. contact.

Getou feels like somebody punched him in the gut

"Just a picture is fine, thank you."

Getou scrambles momentarily for his phone, internally cussing himself for moving so ungracefully (I know this man moves like he's made of water)

"Thanks again."

Getou speaks more confidently this time, flashing you a pretty smile of his own in hopes that he'll get to see another one of yours. And maybe get to hear you speak again

One thing about Getou is that he usually gets what he wants

And this time was no different

"No worries." It was softer this time, and so was your smile

What the fuck just happened to him?

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As Getou lays in bed that night, he can't help but think back to what happened today

He has his phone in hand, looking at the photos of your notes

What lovely writing his desk mate has

He recalls the way he threw one last look in your direction before leaving the classroom with Gojo

The white haired man was telling him something, but he wasn't exactly listening

He was too busy trying to meet those eyes again

Those pretty eyes...

His mind was a blur of pretty smiles and his ears kept replaying velvety voices

Maybe he'll say hello to you tomorrow, and maybe he'll ask about your day

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A/N – I really hope whoever sees this enjoys! I don't expect it to reach a big audience because I literally have zero followers haha

Like I said before this is my first time uploading here so it's not much, I also just wanted an excuse to write about soft getou :)

He and y/n didn't interact a lot either but I wanted him to be the focus for this one. Plus I plan to write a part2 next week so stay tuned for that if you're interested!

Im always open to feedback and criticism, and if you see this please comment! I wanna know what you thought :)

Have a great week <3

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[lovelychoso]

﹙naoya zenin x black!fem reader ﹚

naoya's near-death experience leads to her

warnings: contains: manga spoilers ﹙post shibuya-arc ﹚, mentions of blood & death, soft naoya zenin because why not

She never thought she would see this day—one where the invincible Naoya Zenin would be lying on the floor at her front door. Blood soaking his clothes, bruises covering his soft skin, with hot tears falling down his face. Part of her wanted to laugh and find some amusement in this but yet there she was kneeling to the ground in panic. “Please—” Naoya breathed out, his blonde hair stained with blood and dirt. Her hand met his muscular back in an attempt to help him off the cold ground. With his body leaning against hers, she helped him into her studio apartment, the deep wound in his back still leaking blood.

Worry washed over her being once she finally realized the gravity of his situation. “What happen to you?” Her usually low voice came out in a high pitch. She couldn’t describe the type of pain she was feeling as she looked over him. He was a mess but it was a good thing she’d come from a long line of medical sorcerers, treating him wouldn’t be a problem but she feared for his mental state. “Naoya—” Y/N would breathe out, “what happened to you?”

A heavy sigh left Naoya as he rested his head on her shoulder. Honey and lavender invaded her nose. “Maki attacked the estate—killed everyone and then her mother stabbed me.” She could feel his heart thumping against her breast. “Y/N—I—”

“Don’t speak Naoya.” She replied as her hand slowly glossed over the deep wound in his back. “She almost punctured his heart,” she thought to herself, the thought of losing him cause a pit to form in her stomach.

Mustering up whatever strength he had left, Naoya wrapped his muscular arms around her waist pulling her in. “Don’t move too much Naoya, I’m still healing your—”

“I’m sorry for—I-I should have treated you better.” His voice was low and soft.

Silent fell upon the pair, Naoya’s wound was already healed but the two of them remained in a tight embrace. “Come, let me run you a bath.” She finally speak out before helping him off the table and onto her couch.

Sprinkling Epsom salt, dried lavender, sage, and rosemary into the steaming water, Y/N would stir the contents of the bath just the way he liked it. She was so deep in her thought she didn’t notice standing her leaning against the doorframe. “I wanted to see you before I died.” Tears formed in her lashline as her head snapped in his direction.

“What?”

Naoya stepped in further, “I thought I was gonna die and needed to see you before I did.”

Biting on her glossy brown lips, Y/N looked over Naoya’s bruised figure. “Why me?”

“Why wouldn’t it be you, Y/N?”

“I—come before the water gets cold.” She replied her shaky hands reaching for his navy blue kimono. This wasn’t the first time she had undressed Naoya, a long time ago—when they were still a couple, Y/N often found herself doing this. She peeled his bloodstained white button-up off his shoulders, revealing his thick chest, sliver nipple piercing shining under the bathroom light. She waited for him to say something nasty and vulgar but it never came instead Naoya just stared at her.

“I wish I was a strong as he was.” Naoya sighed as Y/N cleansed his back with her honey and milk body wash, usually, he would complain about the fragrance being too strong and it would smell 100 times better if it was more subtle, along with calling a “women’s fragrance” but still nothing. “If I was as strong as him, I would have won…”

“Are you talking about Toji?” She questioned while bringing the sponge to his chest. He simply nodded, his eyes fixed on the white tiles in front of him. “Naoya, everybody loses battles, okay. Putting yourself down won’t make you stronger.” She replied her hand stopping just above his pubic bone.

He sighed, knowing better not to argue. “Can I stay here tonight?” He would ask finally looking over at her.

With a light smile, Y/N would giggle and reply “Stay as long as you like.”

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[lovelychoso]

his whole life; his new wife sequel

a small snippet

She stared at the frame on his study table, what a beautiful woman. So beautiful that instead of envy, what she felt at that moment was a shame. She was ashamed of how ugly she was compared to her, or how she even had the audacity to put herself beside his first wife. It was truly acceptable to feel insecure but she had never gained his affirmation so is it insecurity or uncertainty?

She knew that she should pack her pride and leave the room but when she smelled the calming scent of his cologne, the warm feeling of his presence in this dark study room, she wanted nothing but to bury herself in the ground. She should not give up but hanging on was so painful. She just wanted to belong somewhere but it took the Fushiguros too long to open the door - she was beginning to wonder if she wasn't invited from the start.

But her tears failed to slip down as the door creaked open, a small face peeked out with curiosity, Megumi asked - "What are you doing here?"

She shook her head, a sheepish smile crept to her chapped lips, "Nothing, I'm just cleaning this room. What's wrong, Gumi? Do you need anything?"

The little boy knew it. He knew everything in this house. He knew how his father married this woman because he was sick of listening to Megumi's complaints about his vacant motherly figure. He also knew how this woman wasn't anything like the women his father had brought before.

She was genuinely in love with this family and Megumi, was never taught how to accept help from outsiders. He felt awkward around her, but that feeling couldn't beat his sense of defeat when this woman cried to herself. He truly wanted to know what he could do to make her smile again. So he thought that if he didn't know, then she can always teach him how.

If he didn't know how to accept her, then she can show him the lead. He would follow. Because the view of her small back in his kitchen made him the happiest than the morning meals his father brought from McDonald's. He would do anything he can, to make the people who make him happy, happy.

"Yeah, I need something," Megumi said, small strides before he stopped to her side, pulling her sleeve until she knelt on the floor to his short height. The woman in front of him blinked her eyes softly, shining with the glimmering wetness and that gesture reminded him of a cat.

Slow blinks mean love, his friend said. So his small arms snaked around her neck, pulling her to his soft body and he nuzzled his face to her hair. He didn't understand what he was feeling right now, but he couldn't afford to lose his new mother. He would keep her safe and happy.

His new mother was taken back by his action but the tears she kept at bay became so heavy, she found herself trembling in her son's embrace - so she was invited indeed. It just she needed to wait for a while because her son was probably preparing something big before he opened the door for her.

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getou | ep. 14

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Hey!! just thought I'd let you know that ex husband gojo is my new religion 🙃

What do you think he'd do when his kids call him one day in a bit of a panic because their momma is sick (maybe a fever or vomiting)?

I know he would do his absolute best to take care of the kids, but how would he help reader? would it be genuine?

"let me feed you this yummy soup I got to make you feel better" <3

or just patronizing?

"look at me doing all the work again, now say 'ahh'"

Have the best day ❤️

Ex husband Gojo: when you’re sick

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

A/N: I kind of forgot to write about the kids sorry 💀 Just pretend Gojo played with them put them to sleep! <3

⚠️Warnings: Suggestive themes, delusional behaviour,

Ex husband Gojo would be patronising when you’re sick. Because as much as he’d think that you’re useless and dependent on him, he secretly loves every second of it.

You dread the steps that you hear saunter into the living area. You have your back to him, lying down in the sofa.

Suddenly you feel cold, pale hands placed flat against your hot forehead, followed by a dramatic sigh “you can never take care of yourself can you? So dependent on me”

When he sees you make no move to acknowledge him, he grabs your face surprisingly softly to make you face him, looking down at you with an unimpressed frown.

“You scared my children” he says, uncharacteristically quietly. “You should’ve heard how worried my babies sounded over the phone”

“I didn’t mean to” you groan angrily, frowning at your ex husband.

“Now now don’t get your panties in a twist” he says, smoothing out your furrowed brows.

“C’mere” he sighs in an annoyed tone, as if he wasn’t loving every second of this.

You reluctantly crawl towards him, watching him stretch his arms out to you, cooing you into his lap as if you were some kitten.

“I’m not some pet Gojo you-

“Be quiet y/n. If you open that big mouth of yours, you’ll spread your germs to me”

And that’s how ex husband Gojo effectively got to coddle you till his heart was content, without having to listen to your complains.

“You’re so cute and pretty when your mouth is shut” he coos quietly as he caressed your flushed cheek. You dare not to question the sudden mood change.

He spoon feeds you medicine in a patronising manner too. “Look at me doing all the work again” he sighed dramatically, “now be a good girl and say ahhh” he says, feeding it to you.

He even squished your cheeks together with his large, rough hands, ordering you to open your mouth ‘to check if you had your medicine’

You had no energy to argue with him so you obliged, opening your mouth, even though it was difficult with his rough hold on your cheeks.

Suddenly you watch Gojo lean in to you and before you can even process it, he spits into your mouth making you gasp,

“Swallow” he orders in your ear.

You immediately swallow the cold substance, afraid you’ll gag in you don’t.

“Good girl!” He praises, fully grinning at you brightly, but you only stare in bewilderment as he tugs you closer happily, placing a sloppy warm kiss on your lips.

“Now tell me this baby, are you actually sick or are you doing all this, knowing I wanna fuck you?” He says shamelessly, grinning ear to ear. Delusional man.

You shake your head passionately but he only nods teasingly in response “yes you do baby” he responds breathlessly,

You push him away angrily “No I don’t Gojo! I-“ but before you can finish, he tugs you even closer to him and brushing his lips against the shell of your ear.

“What should I put in your mouth next princess? My cock?”

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🍞🍞..

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𝖏𝖚𝖏𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖚 𝖐𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓!! 𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓…

must read: ✾ personal fav: ⚘

CHOSO…

future starts slow 18+ @/thekillingtimethekillingmoon

take your time (do it right) @/neonpothos ⚘

* take your time (do it right) has been taken down. in the meantime I’m gonna keep this up until i officially know they’re not gonna put their stories up again.

NANAMI KENTO…

guide to getting your old high school crush to notice you 101 18+ @xo2dee

leave a message after the tone @/historiuh

forbidden colours 18+ @/jaguarine , @dassah-ichi ⚘ ✾

stand by me 18+ @/jaguarine , @dassah-ichi ✾

understated. @starrysamu

sevens and threes @oomura

lovefoolish. 18+ @/wanderwithme

last piece 18+ @/dearmrsuh

i fall in love (whenever we meet) @/neonpothos

GOJO SATORU…

change of plans 18+ @/jaguarine , @dassah-ichi ⚘ ✾

sincerely not 18+ @saintobio ⚘ ✾

ukiyo 18+ @/tomodachi

fever daydream 18+ @/buttholesupreme ✾

wifey @/kuurechr

minazuki 18+ @quirklessidiot ⚘

agape 18+ @sunaerin

infactuation 18+ @akarisroom

the witches’ brew @/orphan_account

how the trust died. @iwaizumri

arranged love @animewomensupremacy

FUSHIGURO TOJI…

a pearl 18+ @lemonlover1110 ✾

you, my angel and my saint 18+ @lemonlover1110 (related to a pearl)

my eyes, oh, they’re stormy @/komiiya ⚘ ✾

(and your love is) standing next to me 18+ @/shidouryusei ✾

they were just friends (they were not just friends) @/wanderwithme ⚘ ✾

absentee boyfriend 18+ @midnightweeds ⚘

home @halcyon-writings ⚘ ✾

sad. beautiful. tragic. @3rdgymbros

ice queen. 18+ @tojiaesth

pomegranates and death 18+ @suna-reversed

last piece 18+ @dearmrsuh

GETO SUGURU…

it’s not over yet 18+ @lemonlover1110

stories from before @mochikeiji

the proposal @meirathinks

ZEN'IN NAOYA…

bewitched 18+ @lalunanymph ⚘ ✾

three faces of eve @creatoriginsane ⚘

ikigai @/kiyli

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI…

fated 18+ @lalunanymph ⚘ ✾

memories of winter @/agosu

memories of summer @/agosu

ITADORI YUJI…

angels like us 18+ @lalunanymph ⚘

OKKOTSU YUTA…

begin again @3rdgymbros ⚘

KUGISAKI NOBARA…

just thinking… @/agosu

INUMAKI TOGE…

step into the sun @/tojisblessing

and i never saw you again @3rdgymbros ⚘ ✾

RYOUMEN SUKUNA…

teacher’s pet 18+ @/akiko_mizushima

taking shape @/neonpothos

AOI TODO…

fan behaviour @/neonpothos

*unfortunately the todo fic was taken down. its sad because i really liked it. I’m gonna keep it up until i officially know it has been taken down.

MORE TO BE ADDED

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— jjk masterlist

Keep reading

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kamo with his hair down tho?? I just had to draw it 😩

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Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist (Ongoing)

𝖌𝖔𝖏𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚:

Drabbles:

What He Does When You Get Hurt (Angst)

What He’s Like After The Breakup (Angst)

Gojo As a Dad (Fluff)

East of Eden (Angst)

When You Kiss His Cheek  (Fluff)

When He’s Jealous (Fluff

How He Shows His Love (Fluff)

His Reaction To You Dying (Angst)

Breaking Up (Angst )

Cute Things He Does (Fluff)

Lover, You’re On Your Own (Angst)

Beg (smut)

Try To Smash But The Wrong Song Comes On (Smut)

When You Pass Out During An Argument (Angst)

A Small Note He Writes To You (Fluff)

Series:

Not Today, Tomorrow (Angst)

 Part One

 Part Two

( It’s bittersweet how much love can shift one’s idea of how the world is, and Gojo never thought he’d be one to be at the receiving end of the realization.)

Oneshot:

 Danse De La Lune

(The prince is in search for his future queen, or so it’s told. Ladies from around the land flock to the set ball. That is, all except for one. Cinderlla au)

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𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖎 𝖞𝖚𝖚𝖏𝖎:

Drabbles:

What He Does When You Get Hurt (Angst)

What He’s Like After The Breakup (Angst)

Little Soldier Boy (Angst)

When You Kiss His Cheek (Fluff )

Breaking Up (Angst)

Cute Things He Does (Fluff)

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𝖒𝖊𝖌𝖚𝖒𝖎 𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖔:

Drabbles:

What He Does When You Get Hurt (Angst)

What He’s Like After The Breakup (Angst)

When You Kiss His Cheek (Fluff)

Breaking Up (Angst)

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𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓:

Drabbles:

I’d Make You My Queen (Angst)

Come Back Home (Angst - Comfort)

Forever Yours (Fluff)

My Dear (Angst - Comfort)

When You Kiss His Cheek (Fluff )

When He’s Jealous (Fluff)

How He Shows His Love (Fluff)

Betting On My Grave (Angst)

His Reaction To You Dying (Angst)

Carpe Diem (Angst)

Cute Things He Does (Fluff)

Trying To Smash But The Wrong Song Comes On (Smut)

A Small Note He Writes To You (Fluff)

Series:

I am yours as you are mine (Complete)

 Part One

Part Two

Part Three

(In which Sukuna falls in love knowing that love for a curse like him is anything but sweet)

Into The Devil’s Heart Masterlist (Ongoing)

( as the advisor to the king it is your job to tell him what is best and what would negatively affect him. you were never prepared, never studied, for what to do if he gets a princess pregnant. you don’t know what to do when it’s the nation’s life on the line. neither do you know what to do when your king comes forward to you with a proposal of some sorts.)

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𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖎 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊:

Headcanons

Soft! Inumaki x Reader

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𝖙𝖔𝖏𝖎 𝖟𝖊𝖓'𝖎𝖓:

Drabbles:

Wanna Bet A Kiss? (Drabble)

How He Shows His Love (Fluff)

His Reaction To You Dying (Angst)

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𝖓𝖆𝖔𝖞𝖆 𝖟𝖊𝖓'𝖎𝖓:

Drabbles:

When He’s Jealous (Fluff)

How He Shows His Love (Fluff)

His Reaction To You Dying (Angst)

Breaking Up (Angst)

Cute Things He Does (Fluff)

Married Life (Fluff)

To You, In Death (Angst)

Trying To Smash But The Wrong Song Comes On (Smut)

When You Pass Out During An Argument (Angst)

A Small Note He Writes To You (Fluff)

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if you can, more jjk x demon!reader! i loved the first one sm<3

a/n: yesyesyes of course! we love our demon girl!!!

jjk x demon!reader general headcanons

it took them some time but eventually everyone had gotten used to you. at least you didn't turn out to be a sukuna.

speaking of sukuna, the first time you met him was weird. you're not sure how your conscious let you enter his domain, was it a demon thing?

he stared at you in disgust. you looked too disgusting to be a human, and too weak to be a curse. not to mention the fact that you couldn't even respond to his snarky ass remarks.

"where the fuck did you come from?" "why is a peasant like you standing in front of the king?"

would definitely fight you. it's hard to beat sukuna but he won't lie, he's pretty impressed with the progress you leave on his skin.

tries to bash your head until you subconsciously shrink into your kid form lol

literally he's standing there like "what the fuck just happe-"

overall he thinks you're sometimes fun to be around i guess. you know how to give him a fight and he likes that

meeting the others was a very unique ride for you. you could relate to toge so easily.

the boy would definitely learn sign language for you as you would try to understand his own language of onigiri ingredients!

you have toys of certain ingredients like salmon plushies or tuna plushies just because it reminds you of him

toge thinks it's so cute and it makes him so flustered

you guys LOVE watching youtube together

can definitely see you and yuuji binge watching movies all night, especially since it's at your strongest

gojo would probably finally be able to figure out a way for you to be able to somewhat enjoy life during the day. would request for a tinted dorm with absolutely no windows

would be much different than a regular dorm given you're obvious circumstance. larger than expected thats for sure but you aren't complaining!

you're finally able to spend time with the rest!

whenever maki's done with her training she'd come and check up on you every once and awhile just to see if you were okay

"oi, demon brat, you okay?"

definitely rubs your head whenever you two hang out together in your dorm

check-ups become very often for everyone and your room became a hangout

if they were sent out on night missions like how itadori was found by megumi, gojo would definitely let you roam free as long as you were by his side.

he ordered you not to interfere simply because he wasn't sure yet of how strong you were so he was not going to risk you hurting yourself

"whatever you do y/n, i do not want you leaving my side. got it?"

of course you're not listening lol

because once you see megumi being tossed into the air by what seems to be a special grade curse, all hell is breaking lose.

what the hell do you look like just standing there while your friends hurt themselves?

gojo can definitely notice the difference in your demeanor and how you carry yourself by the way your eye shape dilates and how obvious veins are popping out of your body.

was it normal for demons to look like that when they're angry?

"little one, don't."

the sounds that were vibrating from your throat were the last thing gojo hears before you had already ended up right in front of the curses face, shielding megumi while he was down.

megumi could see the tips of your fingernails growing spikier and it couldn't have scared him more than he was internally

both gojo and megumi would watch your combat against the special grade and how your technique was nothing like a cursed technique, etc.

they were finally shown what it's like for a demon to fight.

the amount of scratches you had given the curse was as if a cat was abusing the power of its cat scratcher

they penetrated the skin easily, looking more like stabbing wounds instead of claw marks

eventually this had to come to an end and gojo had stepped in

you would calm down maybe fifteen minutes after, and the most surprising part about the whole thing is how megumi thanked you for saving him.

he still was always iffy towards you and treated you worse than he usually already treats everyone on a daily basis, but this had finally proved to him that you were capable of not hurting humans. you were a protector of them.

he definitely wouldn't have expected the head rubs you were giving him out of nowhere which makes him flustered

queue gojo recording the whole thing

demon!reader is very much loved and cherish by everyone ever since that day and even though it's hard for you to actually be apart of the activities they're required to do, you still manage a way to be apart of the team during the night time and they wouldn't ask for any other person

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TOJI