moongoopy

[moongoopy]

this will be my joint account to my main account @loneworldgazer, i first wanted to move past that account cause its cringy but when i think about it, theres loads of nice memories and ppl i talked to. my hard work is also in that account so i'll use my main account again.

@veracityinlove ill look into your request, might cook on this one

[moongoopy]

a/n: ig this goes out to the guy that annoyed me like hell in primary yet was the biggest source of fun younger me knew back then before he moved out the country. also idk if yalls schools had concerts, they were the best part of primary for me. tbh proof read in a rush, i couldve added more

Gojo Satoru is that one kid you were seated with at the beginning of the year, showing a new taste of hell of how irritating school can be because of a particular person.

He's the type of boy who would go through your pencil case and keep your pens and pencils out of sight and out of reach, taking advantage of the seating arrangement and handing off your stuff to a bunch of other kids who were oblivious enough to keep them. He would have the biggest grin on his face when he saw how pissed you are and act all smug when you had no idea where he kept them.

He'd tell you how ugly and uncool you are with his playground insults and jots in your books when you're not looking, laughing at your expression when he caught you off guard. Gojo immediately lost his words when his insults sounded slightly romantic, the teacher pointing out in his face and having the whole class laugh at him. While this was a bit of victory in your hands when he grimaced and told the others to shut up, you quicky disregard the issue when you remembered that being shipped with him was super unflattering.

You sat with the others when they discussed about games and such and all of you were knee deep into the conversation before his big mouth spoke up, "I bet I could crush you in all the games that you mentioned." This peeves you because who did he think he is? You worked hard in the videogames you played and simply argued back.

"Nu-uh!"

The others begin to question just what is up with your relationship with each other? One second you would be at each others throats then the next, his hands would quickly pull off a piece of his bread and hand it it you while conversing passive-aggresively.

He was also the guy paired up with you during plays at the end of the year. It went full circle that it was like a curse that you had to see him again. He laughed at your get up for the concert but you laughed the most when the teachers scolded him for messing up the dance steps and he would fume, kicking the dust. Ironically when the performance happened, there was no mistakes and he would boast about it, it was up to you whether to humour him or embarass him by telling on his failed practise routines.

And it was very unexpected that during a family gathering he was neighbours with one of your relatives. Before the hatred or annoyance of him could reach your mind, the thought of your friend being present in this family gathering was pure fun. You hated his guts but he was just a breath of fresh air. Somebody that went to you to annoy you yet stuck close.

He was caught offguard too but quickly got over it when he realises that he could bully you here but not before you defended yourself. You pulled up with a toy gun and shoot at his shoulder which made him yelp at the suddenness and he proposed a game of tag without saying it and simply ran upstairs. The both of you acted like this house was any of yours as the both of you chaotically outrun each other and get hit by the plastic bullets. All caught on camera with your phone clutched to your hand.

Good blackmail material to show that Gojo Satoru was very lame and flimsy at a game of tag!

Then, the rest of the kids were called to play fireworks outside and the plastic guns were completely discarded as the two of you rushed downstairs to play. Hearing a bit of nagging from any adult that the both of you should slow down but instead you both ran out the back door, giggling cheekily.

Outside, everything was bright and colourful, sparklers on the floor for the kids to grab. You grabbed a sparkler but instead of a sparkler, Gojo grabbed a long one that gradually shoots out into the sky. He adjusted his sunglasses, grinning at how the sparkler lights up. It was like the dummy wished death upon you and he pointed the stick to your face.

You screamed, aiming it to the sky and it instantly shot a pretty red light up to the stars. You tried so hard not to rip him apart with your bare hands but you really looked at him. He was having fun and you too; that the anger nearly dissipates, not before you pointed a sparkler to his feet and it almost touched his pale skin. His chuckle turned to a shriek and he plead for you to not do that, wincing away from you.

Finishing his sparkler, it led to another chase around the backyard where people might be utterly confused to what your relationship was with this boy but one thing was clear,

he was the most infuritating person that you've ever bonded with and you didn't regret it one bit.

end note: also if anybody wanted to know what the romantic insut was, the dude wanted to call me the beast from the beauty and the beast but the teacher misheard and thought he was calling me the princess as a compliment lolsies and he got laughed at, deserved!!!!

[moongoopy]

i wanna change my theme.. what should it be.. hmmmmmmm maybe pink and white, i wanna go croquette and maybe food theme or birds. ooo messenger birds!

[moongoopy]

Aizawa, You and Yamada were cat enthuasiasts.

Whenever you were busy cooking up a meal and hear a certain stray scratching the door to make its entrance, you ran quickly to the two. you pointed out that there was a cat and they leaped out the couch to see it.

Aizawa was a natural cat attractor, cats who usually give the cold shoulder to people and walk right past were rubbing up against his hands for pats. He had instances where mother cats would pass her kittens to him because they just find him so trustworthy. You and Yamada laugh when he had too many kittens on his hands. It may seem like heaven to other but even Aizawa couldn't handle a basket of kitties gven to him.

Though Yamada envies the trust that the cats put onto Aizawa because it was like he was strictly anti cat repellant for other cats. He kept his voice down around these little critters but it was hard for them to come onto him. Was it the hair? Was his face scary, should he wear a mask? Did he have to fix his stance? You told Yamada it was none of that, sometimes animals just need time to adjust and trust people (ignoring Aizawa here)

So Yamada resorted to something else, he kept his voice low and mimicked meowing. He usually hear from you and Aizawa that his meowing was insabely realistic, well it was his quirk after all. Aizawa just felt a bit annoyed that it wasn't an actual cat whenever Yamada does it out of boredom. But because of his sense of boredom, a baby kitten approached him and pawed at his knuckle and he nearly shed tears of joy as he held it up.

So hand in hand, Aizawa passes of the cats that linger to him to Yamada where he communicates with and you captured this moment with a camera.

Also humouring Yamada that he could learn cat language through this (or could he?)

[moongoopy]

The Fingernail Issue

c: gojo wasn't told of toji having a sibling leading him to wonder what kind of brother toji fushiguro was

c/w: Reader is adopted here, modern au, fluff, Toji's family are not a bunch of assholes, Reader is Toji's adoptive sibling, platonic and crack and humour ig

a/n: thought about this while making potato chips

"You have a sibling!? Why haven't you told us?"

"There was no need."

Toji slurped his noodles, ignoring the groan that he got from Gojo Satoru. Being in the same club with Gojo Satoru and a few other extras proved to be quite fun. He thought joining the basketball club with egocentric people would be infuriating but in this little group he managed to make friends suprisingly. He let Sukuna take his shrimp while he shrugs, right now; Gojo was quite adamant on getting to know his kid sibling that was in the same school as him, just two grades lower than him.

Geto slips in a joke if he wanted to court them or something since the white haired male next to him who was currently miming a camera with his two hands. Just the thought of another Fushiguro gave him the heebie jeebies, he was already offputting with how crass his personality was, his sibling would probably be the same. He gagged to Geto's comment, his hand on his chin when he thought about it.

"Unless, your sibling isn't a carbon copy of you and is way more better than you.."

Sukuna waved his hand to deny that sentence with a smirk and it received a nudge from Toji, they had this whispering thing they had going on to keep secrets away from Gojo and they giggle like two middle schoolers finding out about a dirty secret.

"Oh so you've met them, Ryoumen?" Nanami sipped his coffee, he had his notebook infront of him, consistently taking notes since he'd miss a day of school and its already biting him in the ass. The pink haired male shrugged, copying the same move as his friend that made Gojo click his tongue to.

"If you don't like them, why are you even curious?"

Gojo defended himself, "Its not that I dont like them, I barely met them. Its just that.."

Without noticing he painted an image of you even before seeing you in the flesh so maybe you weren't that bad. Gojo just cant imagine Toji having a sibling, would he be a doting brother? A strict one? Geto had stated stuff about dating and he barely batted an eye so it looked like to Gojo that Toji didnt really care about you but the next words that Toji said irked him.

"You look like you have a lot on your mind, Gojo. Mind sharing?"

Toji finished his noodles but thought of leaving some of the soup at the bottom, thats where all the seasonings sink to. Knocking his chopsticks into the bowl, he leaned forward to hear what Gojo had say. Gojo was the type to walk past the obvious and it was funny. Seeing THE Gojo Satoru struggle was entertaining.

"Nah, I'm good, I'll just see them myself." He bit on his lollipop, crunching up the last bits down his throat.

"Good luck finding them then," The black haired man got up from his seat with his tray and Gojo gasped. He hasn't even finished asking questions but knowing him, he loved avoiding questions like some personal torture he lets people go through.

"I'm bringing my mom to the clinic so I gotta run," Toji gruffly said, grabbing his jacket and he was so fast to slip away.

"Hey! Are you sure you're not using that as an excuse again? Me and Suguru legit saw Mrs. Fushiguro doing laps the other day!"

"Even did some cardio too.." Geto chuckled, remembering how Toji's mom proudly confessed how she had done a lot of stuff in one day. It made him smile while Gojo was sulking like a poodle beside him. Sukuna cleared his throat from eating and cleaned his plates up. He glanced at Gojo mischeviously.

"Well.. if you want to know one thing.." Sukuna dragged the silence a little longer before chuckling. "They're a bit of the same."

Sukuna too walks away, waving slyly to meet up for practise soon and Gojo scoffed. That sleazy bastard thought that information on you was new.

"That was sooo lame."

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Toji had his hands on the wheel, listening to his mother talk about what should they have for dinner. In between talking about your favourites and if his dad was gonna come home, she recalled the days where you first came home.

Mama Fushiguro liked recalling this a lot and when many people were bored by this tale by now, Toji showed interest. He didn't admit though when he finally had a kid sibling in his house, he was actually pretty elated. The house was quiet on its own with himself but with you, it was like he had a friend.

When you are adopted, his peace wasn't disrupted at all but it was like yours was. You were in a completely new environment but not unfamiliar. You had been fostered before but he didn't pry into your past, there was no need to he thinks. It was normal for you to be distant even if his parents try to pry you out your shell like a cat with its nails stuck on the walls. You claw back to your comfort and wasn't all that talkative.

He didn't force you to talk or advise you on anything because it was clear you could handle yourself, you just like to keep to yourself more than his parents. But knowing this doesn't make the bond between you and him all the more stumped. He did attempted to eventhough his mother would nag about how it was barely anything; calling you down for dinner wasn't talking and hell, task dividing either!

Going to the same college didn't made you two any closer. He thought asking you about school was corny and didn't bother, he didn't really think much of it. By the tired look in your face, it was more than enough to know what you've been through but he was sure you stayed out of trouble because he made sure of that.

He took his usual route back to the car but realise you were a bit late. You weren't usually tardy, he was and even so you would still wait for him out of courtesy. He spun back around and thought of fetching you in an instant. Maybe now was the time he would open his mouth and talk to you.

There was a bit of a ruckus in one of the classrooms. If he didn't had sharp ears then he would've walked right past but that was one of the subject classes you attend and peeped in.

It was horrid.

He saw a bunch of hooligans messing up your notebooks and scraping it against the ground with their shoes. He recognized some of them as they squat at your level and taunt you.

It was some people in his fan club or whatever and he heard bits of how someone this puny couldn't be his sibling. You were clutching onto a bag and it wasn't just your bag that you were concerned of, the laptop that his parents gave were in it and the bag slides clean off and you were only protecting the laptop with your life. You didn't mind your keychains being ripped off and tossed about but amongst the stomping, the laptop was clutched tightly in your arms.

"Hey!"

His shout boomed across the room, shocking even you. You looked up to see your brother and he looked about ready to rip into the bullies with his bare hands. The group turned pale when they saw that their idol had caught them in the act of tormenting his little sibling and bit their tongue as their knees wobble.

The details of the lecture/threat of Toji wasn't heard as your ears buzz with fear. His touch made you snap back to reality, his rough hands helping you up gently and you wobble in your place.

"Holy shit.." You exclaimed in a huff to which he looked at you in an instant.

"You're really fucking loud when you're mad."

Silence settled to which the both of you laughed at in few seconds. This was the first time you didn't feel akward and commented so honestly. He patted your back and pick up your stuff, though soiled; atleast you were only shaken but unharmed.

The walk back to the car came naturally albeit a bit of limping in your step, you had twisted your ankle while running to catch the laptop before the others did and it sparked hellfire in Toji. His main priority now is atleast offering a crumb of comfort and heard out your reasoning for portecting a device rather than your skull.

"We could always buy you a new laptop,"

"I like the one now."

"Its not worth it breaking your skull in to protect it though."

To be honest, it wasn't about liking it. Just the big smiles on your adoptive parents' faces when they urged you to open the gift they bought you, it made your eyes all teary.

You weren't adopted before but you had to go through mean foster parents that had too much on their hands and that led to negliance to your needs. That led to several arguments and got you sent to the adoption center and it broke you, just the thought of connecting with another family made you numb.

But this family was so gentle with you. Even when you showed that there was no need for such kindness yet it wasn't that they coaxed you out of your shell but that they were so tender through their actions.

Toji notices the tears and scratches the back of his neck, he didn't read this in the big brother dummy book to know what to do if his little sibling cries. You had a distant look in your eyes before you realised you had reached the car with him.

Thankfully, both parents didn't notice the missing schoolbag or the agitated state that you're in. They were all smiles and Mamaguro was powdering on her face so it meant a family outing tonight.

You couldn't help but panic when you try to think of an explanation of your missing bag but Toji butted in on his parents conversations.

"Hey, Y/N wanted some ice cream before dinner, is that okay?"

Toji blurted out all of a sudden and you so badly wanted to deny it but he dug a deeper hole for you when the two agreed so quickly. They were excited that you finally requested something in a while and the car swerved to the nearest convenience store. Your brother adjusted himself in his seat, taking out his earphones and leaned a bit closer so the two infront won't hear.

"No worries, there's a store that sells bags beside the convenience store."

You huffed out a breath, your mouth feeling so dry and nodded to his words. He was a life saver.

Toji remembered how jittery you were when he suddenly made up some shit about you wanting ice cream that he couldn't help but chuckle outloud. The light from your eyes almost dimmed when you thought he would snitch on you. He parked close to the clinic, turning his back to grab an umbrella incase it rained. His mom pouted to his sudden chuckle and sighed.

"What are you laughing for? You're not ditching practise, yknow? You're going after you send me off at the clinic."

"Huh?" His mom showed a text conversation between her and Geto and scoffed. The lengths that man bun would go to have him show up at practise. That damn milf hunter-

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"Hands up if your name is Y/N Fushiguro!!!" The class erupted in some noise upon seeing the popular duo stand near the doors of their class. When you heard your name being called, you reluctantly raised your hand; recognising who these two were.

The duo's faces fell for a moment, choking. Oh, you were adopted? Not in an offensive way obviously but Gojo might've heaved a sigh of relief. Atleast you weren't a splitting reflection of your brother, that would give him nightmares! Geto on the other hand realised why Toji would hide such a fact, an element of suprise if you will. He thought the two of them wouldn't find you out in an instant, did Toji thought so low of them? You raised a brow, wondering what they wanted.

They watched you walk out the classroom and Gojo adjusted his glasses. The graphic t-shirt and the style you had was a sublte influence from your brother.

"Well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

You had the exact relaxed expression like your brother except you slowly turn weirded out, why were they ogling you like this?

You took time to observe them head to toe subtly while Gojo yapped about the tale of how Toji didn't reveal that he had a younger sibling, they were lean and muscular and they had this obvious good cop bad cop duo energy. The white haired man sounded visibly upset that you were kept as a secret from the rest, was this some kind of facade to get to know you better? You shifted to one foot to another, stopping the music playing in your earpods and cleared your throat.

"Do you want to get with my brother or something orrr...?" Gojo didn't get to the point so you went straight in but due to their reactions, you might've miscalculated. Tilting your head, you pointed at Geto's painted nails and the earrings he had.

"And you.. are you two like gay or something?" You put your hands in defense, talking quickly before they get the wrong idea, "Hey, I don't discriminate. I just barely had any fans of my brother be male sooo..."

For once in their lives, Gojo was speechless and Geto had his eyes wide open like crazy.

One thing was for sure, anyting that was the apart of the Fushiguro family was a complete nightmare.

[moongoopy]

JJK MASTERLIST

gojo satoru -

sweetener amongst death; at the end of the day, two criminals remember they can always come back home to their sweet, oblivious roommate.

no way out; reader has lost about everything so why not lose themselves too?

drabbles: 00:02 /

geto suguru -

sweetener amongst death; at the end of the day, two criminals remember they can always come back home to their sweet, oblivious roommate.

walls that break down; language barrier/florist!reader

no way out; reader has lost about everything so why not lose themselves too?

ryoumen sukuna -

the forest demon; a blind shrine cleaner wandered off too far into the forest to bring the children home until she met him.

no matter what; insecure reader getting loved by sukuna

toji fushiguro -

little helper; working alongside shiu kong meant meeting toji and toji meeting you

the fingernail issue; gojo wasn't told of toji having a sibling leading him to wonder what kind of brother toji fushiguro was

[moongoopy]

i hate my writing im gonna punch myself

[moongoopy]

OMG I KEEP POSTING MY DRAFTS DONT READ THAT!!!!

[moongoopy]

always humble

a/n: a new transfer student reach the ears of geto and gojo and it seemed sukuna got to be buddy buddy with them first.

c/w: nothing, sukuna being mean to gojo for the lols

a/n: contemplating on making this a series but im not quite sure. this was supposed to be a whole scenario/oneshot but i didnt know how to write the rest lolsies

"soooooooo, sukunaaaa?"

"so what, gojo?"

sukuna was busy eating his school meal and propping up his feet on the seat which was a bad habit, this time having slabs of braised meats that was good on his tongue. food was especially nice when you were in the precense of misery,

gojo's misery.

"cmon, you know what im here for. i wanna know all the details on the transfer student!" this earned some intense slurping from toji whose eyes were also lit in amusement. these two men looked like twin devils with such malice on their faces that gojo satoru couldn't manage to get to know the new student before they do. this was satisfying to feel.

a cough was let out from the brunette beside gojo. he laughs a bit dryly, he didn't really talk a lot to the men infront of him not because he didnt had a lot in common with him but just because. they are honestly just one-track minded in their own ways whether it was for pleasure or for feel of a routine, it was hard to talk to them.

"satoru, you don't need to pry that much. we'll see them after this." gojo sat back in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest. his fangirls try to contain himself to the veins on his forearms no less visible than the veins on his temple from such a silly topic to be discussed. toji threw a glance to geto.

"can't, they're busy with sukuna." that made geto choke on his katsudon and it made toji grin, almost like he was waiting for him to chew just to utter something that sounded so lewd at first glance. a slight nudge was sent to the scar lipped man as sukuna puts his chin on his hand, lazily eating his food. he didn't want to let the duo know just what else he had planned for him and the transfer student but perhaps he can play around with how clueless they are but gojo caught the mischief in their eyes before they could start.

he knew sukuna and you were in the same club, the martial arts club. but how? so many rumours surrounded the both of them that they were close with each other and you only recently moved here. or was it other people misleading the fact that you two were just on par with each other but nobody could impress sukuna the same way that you do.

considering the fact that sukuna has not spat out anything about you or brushed you aside in this conversation. this man was leading him like a rat to a cheese held up by a string.

"well, if you two are so adamant on keeping it a secret. have you seduced them or something? i've never seen you this tight lipped before talking about a person!"

"only because im talking to you, gojo satoru."

that made him more irked to which geto had to hold his shoulder in a bruising way in order for him to just forget about it. they'll come and swing by during practise, its not like it matters if sukuna shuts them out the club; they can just come in before he does. its just that you vanish off with your new friends after school, it was that hard to have you alone. the white haired man took a breath in and stood up from his seat.

"ugh whatever, i'll find them myself!"

with that, geto was forced to carry his half eaten katsudon with him while toji mouthed a 'good luck with that' to the duo. almost like you were an anomaly to be found at this hour.

sukuna breathed a sigh through his noise and a small chuckle when he finished up his food, this was so entertaining.

[moongoopy]

oh my, i didnt know i had some follow me !

hiii!!!!!

[moongoopy]

no way out

cont: reader has lost about everything so why not lose themselves too?

c/w: reader has anxiety and depression, dubcon, reader getting kidnapped, yandere characters, reader is an artist, death (not reader or the duo), dark content, family problems, blood, reader constantly relapses from self harm, manipulation, harassment (not from duo)

a/n: damn thats crazy. funny how i end it almost the same like my other scenario lolololol, reqs open!

c: geto x reader x gojo

it was the last year of college and it was like you slaved away at your school work that it was numbing to even do your hobbies.

the light in you was dying that your heart should've stopped years ago.

no parties can save you.

you threw away the invitation for the college party, everything was blur to you. too much responsibility on your shoulders and no shoulder to cry on, your roommate no less too busy with his own life to go fuck himself over some girl he broke up with and you slip away everytime you were close to talking to him. he wouldn't listen anyways, head too busy in the clouds as he loses himself again.

the miscalls from your family didn't bother you anymore, it was aggravating to text them back everytime they remembered you so you pretend such a nuisance doesn't exist until it's too late.

"atleast pretend to care"

you told yourself in the mirror, eye twitching from your toothbrush that fall at your feet when your hand collided with the sink. you were worse for wear, eyebags getting darker as you thumbed through social media and letting a few minutes pass before picking up the brush.

instead of calling back, you left a long line of texts with another brand new line of excuses to shut them up with a bunch of emojis for some normalcy. you cleaned up the brush before applying another line of toothpaste onto it and slumped, remembering how money was also running low. thankfully, you didn't share money with your roommate or anything but inflation was upon us.

no way you wanted to ask from your family. they fared well but it was like a hit list on how much you'd ask them and that when you get back home, they'll use it against you and scream in your face while you're strung up limbly like a doll by not responding at all. a response is asking for a fight, no response is to defuse their thoughts by letting them pile ontop of you until they move onto another thing to complain about.

you nearly choke at the taste of blood and pulled away from your toothbrush, red coated your tongue and the gums of your teeth before they quickly get washed off including your grimy face.

another shower may do you good before you worry more about other things. should it be saving up more money or that you haven't come to work for two days now?

oh, this is killing you, why couldn't you just turn the cutter towards your neck? you'd sob so loudly when the blood on your thighs washes over and the cuts burn and twist your skin in and out that you desperately grabbed onto the shower walls. staring down at your scars that barely heal, you made sure to pick pants that wouldn't bother your battered skin. your mind lingers again, the pressure of the water against your head calmer than the caress of your mother's hand combing through your hair.

how did it went downhill in your life?

the folks here were seperated into systems of the typical tropes of college but you weren't treated that badly. there were stares and badmouthing but it never harmed you. so college wasn't the problem.

or maybe it was the relative that passed where you bawled so hard over? yet, you'd never really known them, having correlations towards your passion and attitude only. seemingly called a reflection of them by your other family members but the memory of said late relative lingers in your head sometimes like the wax that's left after the flames took it out but it can only be reshaped if you want to.

but you never pried into the past of that relative so it couldn't be.

you lost yourself way before the impending family problems and countless homeworks you had that the addicting press off the cutter felt more like home than home ever was.

no, dont go back there, it wont help.

drying yourself off, you decided you should atleast take the night shift. clothes tossed on, you couldn't slump around this time. you had something due in a week so maybe work was better to focus on at the moment. passing your roommate's room, you nearly stumbled out the door. night was fast aporoaching this time, it made you ill. the sun or the moon was something you could tell apart from the slow days that passed, without it was living like you're dying.

you took the shortcut, a creepy alleyway but if you were quick; you didn't have to deal with any drunkards and steadily walked. you clutched your earphones in your hand as you tried to listem for any noise that can ruin the night and jumped back to somebody that reached out for you.

"hey there..!"

the man drawled, oh god.

he was drunk or rather high with how hard he was clutching something in his hands but nonetheless it creeped you out, you walked hurriedly away from him.

it was amazing on how stupidly quick he was. his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and drool smearing his lips as he pursues you. your sling bag slipped from your arm which was held tight incase you needed to hit him.

the road down was getting slippery just a bit near to the cornerstore where you worked at, you could dissappear through the backdoor incase he gave chase. or was that a bad choice? he'd know where you work at if he remembered a part of you. thats why you didnt want to yell back incase he recognizes it if he scuttles into your work place and do god knows what there. not a lot of people were around at the hours you work at too.

tears spilled from your eyes, you always were the fearful type. thats why you havent died, just the thought of dying was perfect for you but never the action. you could die in this situation, what if he had a knife. you didnt want that. such an unflattering way to die by some weirdo whose name will be forgotteen after a few days of town talk.

you wanted to die but not this, no!

you swerved the corner and you heard the man gasp.. or choke?

you turned back immediately and another man was holding him by the throat, slamming him back on the graffitied wall with a dangerous glare towards the creep.

"get the fuck out of here!" was enough for the man to whimper and cry, running away back to the alleyway and his footsteps faded away slowly but if you just listen a little closer, he was really running for his life in his drunken stupor.

the stranger's fist was a bit bloody, you didnt know where he had hit himself, hell was that even his blood?

"shit, thank you.."

you exhaled sharply, you had held your breath so long eversince you had turned around. your heart beating so fast to what you thought was gonna happen if the creep caught up with you. this white haired stranger smiled widely, a bit too wide for almost beating up a man and walked towards you.

"you okay? theres been a lot more creeps lately. that must've shaken you up, do you need..?"

he opens his arms up to which you shifted akwardly, hand on your arm. should you? he saved your life and you haven't hugged anybody for a while. hell, you needed something to stop your panic and nearly fell right into his arms. he chuckled, rubbing your back in comfort as he fumbles with something in his bag in the other hand.

"where were you headed? i'll take you there. who know what other weirdos are out here."

you nodded slowly, feeling more at ease when both of his arms wrap around you. you wanted to stay in his chest for a while, scent so nice to inhale but you pulled away swiftly. wow, nearly caught yourself being the creep, this was revolting. you haven't felt affection in the longest time that some stranger's arms were what stabilize you, it was almost embarassing. you might as well ask him to bed you with how you nearly nuzzled into him.

you turned around and he slipped his fingers between yours which was a bit peculiar.

he laughed boyishly, putting his hands up defensively.

"sorry, its just instict. im worried about you!"

looking at him again, he was very pretty. such nice lashes fluttering at you as he utters his words and you shook your head almost mechanically. you dont get a lot of nice strangers like this often, it nearly made you feel too relaxed. it was fine, he probably goes through this with other people that walk alone at night and get disturbed by whatever.

"i'm kinda late now to my work.. but its fine, can you back me up?" he did a thumbs up before walking with you, finally turning the corner and seeing the signboard of the convenient shop lit up. you looked up at him, wanting to thank him again before one of his arms slip behind your waist and your vision becomes blurry.

a car drove past, stopping beside the two.

your limbs felt heavy and you started seeing black and he held you close.

"don't worry, i'll do more than back you up."

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this was warm. it felt too warm like a mother's womb. or was that a strange way to describe this feeling? maybe it was more thicker than the blankets you had back at your home or maybe it wasn't your blankets at all?

you woke up in a sweat, head aching with great pain as you let your eyes adjust to the dark.

what was going on?

why was the stranger that helped you was here? legs held to his chest as he watches a movie while another stranger combs through your hair and he was so close, you'd nearly scream. chains rattle and your feet feels so cold. you were so disoriented that whatever noise you managed out of you made the stranger from earlier made him whip his head back.

"it's okay, y/n. we'll explain."

he moved so quick that he was right next to you, gripping your chin so suddenly which made you back up. he held onto you by your clothes and it made the fabric stretch, these weren't your clothes either. just what the fuck was going on?! you screeched, tearing away from him and it made the other stranger hold onto the other's wrist.

"satoru, don't act like a hooligan. you're scaring them"

the one named 'satoru' backed off, chuckling and putting his hands up defensively like how he did before except the look in his eyes were so much more carnal than ever before.

"cmon, its natural to get excited to have your plan work out. on such a random night and way more early than your intended timing, suguru?"

it was like a challenge for 'suguru' to bite back but he couldn't care less and looked back at you. it was eerie. his eyes a swirl of purple and such an illusion had you staring back into them which gave him a chance to touch you even more where he adjusted your clothes and patting them back to how it originally look.

"how'd you feel, darling? i'll explain, we three go to same college, remember us?"

you only had to a bunch of people remembered in your head that anymore than that, you dont bother to remember but their names were farmiliar. people do talk about them all the time so would you shake your head or nod? nonetheless, satoru butts in and thumbs your lips.

"so? speak up, your voice's too pretty to just nod as a response~"

you pulled away, a rush of tears rolling down your face at the realisation of how messed up this situation was. two men in this cold room. you were kidnapped. you didn't know whether to scream or bite back when they started cooing and wiping at your tears. it felt so insulting when they talked like you weren't there, you wanted to quale with anger but your eyes snap back to the shackles on your feet. they notice that you knew, suguru shoves his finger onto satoru's lips before he said something else that could trigger you.

"well, sweetheart. i know all of this can be scary but none of this is to hurt you-"

"how the hell, what the hell do you mean by that? you kidnap me to just look at me, is that what you're telling me!?"

that came out in one breath that you paused, your sobbing stop a bit. this was bad. oh no, you weren't rational. well, you were never rational but in this situation with two strangers from college, they could easily chuck you in a body bag and call it a day. your sniffling gets louder when suguru pressed his thumb into your cheek and turned your head towards him.

his expression was almost indescribable. was he angry? was he amused? was he planning things? this was making you dizzy. they might talk about killing your right here right now too as they had no shame to cover up their plans of kidnapping you. but a small huff was let out from his lips as he held your face so tenderly.

"i know, this situation cam be scary but we've seen you around college. your artwork is just astounding and we wanted to go look for you, such an artist should hear our praise from us and yet you were nowhere to be found." satoru's brows quirked up when your eyes started gleaming a bit but blinking fast to try to hide some care into his words.

"when we found out how you've been so down in your mental issues, it saddens us. your teachers told us how you looked deeply affected by them. that you've been so lonely.." your chest starts heaving when he got so close to your face and your feet kicked the floor to slip away from him only for satoru to hold you from behind.

"we decided to keep you here as our little darling."

you blinked up, eyes twitching.

so they only saw you as entertainment that you were about to push them away from you and spit at them until satoru held your hand and kissed it, taking in your scent.

"sure, its the most foul thing to ever be called by us but we promise you're gonna enjoy it here!"

his arm slips from behind your neck and pulled you close to your chest, snickering when you tried to get away from him. his lips inch close to your ear and he whispers.

"we want to make you feel much better, away from everything you're experiencing and we want to talk about your passion too. wouldn't you like that? we'll provide it all for you. just say the word~"

your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head from the tears you squeezed out painfully. this had to be a joke. what was even going on anymore? your life had to be an absolute joke, you should've joined that one relative in death too.

but a life with them where your problems are almost nonexistent was just peaceful, did you died to get into this position. your crying had calmed down again. you looked up at them in worry, were they really telling the truth? a kiss was pressed softly on the forehead by suguru and his smile reached his eyes with such tenderness.

"you need time to process this, you can go back to sleep and think about it when you wake up.."

"orrrr enjoy your favourite!"

satoru popped open a bag from the restaurant you liked to go to but haven't in a while and the smell was just strong enough to taste it. your eyes linger to a pillow suguru held out for you and you'd nearly keel over. it was your pillow from your dorm and it made your head swirl in confusion.

just who are these two? why do they know so much when they heard you through passing? there was so much questions that they shut down with a kiss and slot their bodies right next to you.

but one thing was certain, you're not getting out of this soon.

[moongoopy]

hiii could u write abt fluff language barrier with suguru x reader? Ty

walls that break down

c/w: fluffy :33

a/n: so errmmmm i wanted to put a whole apology list for how crap this scenario was BUT i decided against that, i just hope you atleast enjoy this to some extent (rips hair off)

bold is in english btw!

c: teacher!geto x florist!reader

jujutsu high needed some renovation especially the flowers. the climate in tokyo had been erratic for a few months now and the poor greens had seen better days. he thought it was best to look for the principal's opinion but decided against it.

why not, seek the help of a florist himself?

hm, he wonders what kind of flowers would make the school more welcoming, a symbolic approach would be much greater or should he worry more about colour? flower arrangements can be completely different too, that might be the main issue to this.

he made some quick calls to the gojo and yaga. saying to yaga that he'll take a quick trip to check out the florist whilst with gojo to take care of the first years which he already was doing a good job at (sarcasm intended with how nobara and itadori was screaming in the background). there was no requests from gojo suprisingly since the flower shop was close to the pastry shop.

he slipped his phone into his pocket and spawned his stingray curse and hopped on, making himself comfortable before they flew right over.

he never really stepped into the flower shop before, it was charming but there was no reason to check it out. the place was aesthetically pleasing and the row of flowers decorating the front of the shop wasn't overwhelming and smelled just right.

"hello, welcome!"

geto smiles to the friendly greeting, greeting them back and stepping to the counter and conversed a bit with you

you caught on to most of his words and it was a bit visible that you looked a bit nervous, he excuses himself, saying that he'll check the flowers first

you were probably a new worker at this shop so he understood, not trying to pressure you too much with questions. he wonders if he was able to tell you what he likes though eventually

meanwhile, you let out a breath you were holding. his japanese was pretty easy to understand up to an extent and your boss wasn't back from her stop at the corner store so you just prayed that his request wasn't that difficult

you did your best to not skimp over the lessons and books you had but you forgot the part where you can get confused and it alarms you when you had stuttered to him. well other than being a newbie at japanese, he was also such a handsome man and quite gentle at that

recognizing the symbol of jujutsu high, he was a sorcerer, you wondered if he was a strong one at that. if so, that added to the list on how attractive he was. you sneaked a few glances at him, he was dissappearing right into the corner of the shop right next to the flower pots

clutching the language book in your hand, you wonder if you should move away from the counter to help him, was that required too? damn, this would've been easier if you asked the boss. you did work behind the shop but never the front!

"excuse me?"

you were immediately snapped out of your thoughts when his soft voice called out for you and you opened the counter board to get to him. oh boy, here goes.

you walked to him with a steady gait and popped right next to him. he was looking between two flowers before he looks at you and smile so prettily that you clutched the side of your apron.

"yes sir?"

his smile reached his eyes as he shifts to one foot to another.

"its okay, dont be nervous."

oh, was it that obvious? you felt your cheeks burn and embarassment flood your system and you try to keep a calm facade. you are so gonna grip your head in your hands after this.

"sorry sir, i'll try my best."

he then waves, hopefully for you to not get too flustered over this and pointed to the flowers and the first thing he asked was which looked better in rows and you nodded, you could do this.

you eased yourself into explaining and was grateful that he understood what you were talking about. you tried to use simpler terms but when it reached the language of these flowers, he chuckled boyishly.

"sorry, i dont understand you.. this part i mean.."

you had him holding his chin and thinking of what to say and you felt another wave of embarassment bubble over. were you too fast? was it too complex, you wanted to scream. you chewed on your bottom lip, looking at him tentatively.

the bell of the shop saved you and it was the sweet old boss that gasped to a face of a customer. she fusses over you a lot, being in a different country from your own is something she understands and it was endearing of her to care.

she had put down her groceries and rushed on over to the man and chirped to him to which he bows politely to her.

you were ushered to take care of the cash register, the old lady winking to you that she could handle it and you sighed.

walking back to the counter, you heard just how talkative your boss was with the man to which he humoured with chatter. inhaling, you swore to yourself to practise more; the book on the counter thrust open and ready for you to read in.

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geto was back in his apartment, scrolling through the pictures of the flowers he took today and yawned. he had preferred the blue flowers, the colour and meaning was perfect for the school but the principal preffered the yellow ones more.

he put his phone away, not in the mood to debate flowers right now. he could be lenient and go with yaga's choice but the blue flowers just call out to him.

he drummed his fingers against the table and thought of his day today,

he thought of you.

your sweet smile as he called you over and how you carried yourself. your voice was soothing to his ears and when you started explaining he was hooked onto every word. just how you described these flowers with such adoration is admirable

its just that he felt like the bigger fool when your explanation gets more deeper and he hated to stop you, seeing you pause when he held his hand up made him want to mentally slap himself to stopping you so abrumptly

with the way you bit your lip and scratched the back of your head in embarassment, that makes two of you

he snickered in amusement to himself when he thumbed a book in his hand

the granny had uttered that you would be working at the flower shop daily and in order to communicate with you better, he held an english dictionary

his english had gotten so rusty like a box of nuts and bolts, he remembered shutting away at his dictionaries in his student years for the 'last time' and sighing in exasperation to how he can stop learning such a language

it tickles him how hes now opening a dictionary back up

"what you need that for, you seeing somebody?"

his dictionaries and helping material were all back at his family home in the quiet old village. it was defitenely stored away in the basement, a small box tucked away in a corner

he went and borrowed gojo's one, the one he never stores away just because he doesnt want to clean it up

all gojo got from geto as a response was a grunt as he was waved off

the books were all so clean, that show off probably scanned all the books that he read and called it a day, he was smart after all; annoyingly so.

geto then studied again, feeling the nostalgia of his teen years rushing back to him and spends the night learning the language. his beloved students wondered where geto-sensei was and it was up to gojo and his ridiculous tomfoolery to answer that

the next day, geto went back to the flower shop to see that you weren't near the counter but busy tending with new flower arrivals. he saw you whip your head around as granny greeted him.

he made a beeline towards granny first to idly cht with her first.

"hm, y/n looks like they haven't had that much sleep.."

granny waves her hand before looking back at you who was still so attentive with your work and worries on how you had stayed up to memorize japanese eventhough she herself could help you with that but you had rejected her, telling how you needed to do this yourself.

geto comforts granny that its not out of ill intention, some people are just like that, they dont want to burden people. eventhough that slightly ease the boss of the flowershop, she still couldn't help but be a worrywart for the darling across the flowershop. the brunette then shifted the conversation to the flowers he was supposed to check again and thats where you pop in again.

"granny, geto, may i show you the fresh batches today?" you wiped off some sweat off your brow as you fiddle with the gloves in your hand and glance towards the spot you were working at and they both nodded immediately.

there was a lot of flowers than he presumed and he nodded, tapping his phone to make a few calls. blue it is. he'd mentally prepare himself for an earful from yaga

he'd sign a few papers and in a few days the flowers will soon be arranged at jujutsu high. this was great, the school wont be as bleak as before

granny went to the back to grab a few things and he was now left alone with you, you tried to busy yourself and shoulders so tense from being alone with him

"so why have you decided to work in japan, y/n?"

you look up at him with a sparkle in your eyes and shyly shifting close to him to be polite and chuckle softly. strangely, he was enamoured of your precense and maybe this little interaction blooms into something more than flowers.

[moongoopy]

ig the night works, brain juice dissapears in the morning and comes back at night ig

[moongoopy]

guys this is annoying, my internet died and the long shit is gone

aw man i was gonna post another request but im got too distracted watching ihnmbims that i procrastinated

[moongoopy]

aw man i was gonna post another request but im got too distracted watching ihnmbims that i procrastinated

[moongoopy]

why is it easier to write when youre on the verge of sleep like istg when im wide awake, i had no ideas for the sukuna request UP UNTIL I WENT hey im bored i wanna write something WTHHH

[moongoopy]

Sukuna with a lover who's insecure about herself and so he takes her in front of the mirror and kisses her while telling her what he lives about her.

Could lead to mirror sex of you're comfortable with that

no matter what

c/w: intimacy, a bit nsfw but implied sex, slight violence, sukuna calls you my love and dear

a/n: i forgot i could write nsfw woah but this is implied so sorry for ermmmm leaving you high and dry! also reader is not gender specified, i think you can grab chests??? even with how small they are??? like idk cupping a breast implant, those are tiny right...

sorry if short!

c: sukuna x gen!reader

he thinks you're quite silly, well all humans were especially when you try to shrink and pull away from him if he fondles your body a bit and your face tries to hide that useless fear of how a body is supposed to look like.

he had you where he wanted, body nude and reflecting back onto the mirror with his arms around your waist, his hand playing with the skin of your leg. the fingers you love so much tracing down to the inside of your thighs and a soft growl that run down his lips as he traced them on the shell of your ear.

first, he holds your head up, guiding it to meet his eyes in the mirror.

"why so crestfallen, my love?"

your arms do little to hide your own body when his arms easily pulled them away and he nuzzles his face into your neck to breathe in your scent that makes for an entertaining reaction, a lovely shiver down your spine.

your chest, he traces his hands over and kisses up your nape. his fingers palms them and felt up your skin.

there was your heart, it beats so hard for him. humans are such a fickle thing, he holds the spot of your body where he can feel it beating hard for him and he chuckles. whether it was fear to submit or excitement for how close he was, he loves all the times an organ reacts so quickly to him.

he smooths down to your waist and holds your hips, patting them slightly. you swore he got harder just from nudging into your ass.

he loves your hips when you walk. his eyes subtly watching you walk away from him as you fulfill your duties or work he set out for you or simply to walk to him. his eyes trail down your legs and he gave it a big squeeze which made you whimper. these legs were a treat for him, he had you adorn shorter garments just to see them more. if you don't speak up and say that your outfit posed any problems, he would continue feigning idiocy and continue to peep at them everytime you're around him.

he dares you to call him a perv but he just has taste for this part of you, well one of the parts he adored so much.

his hand then rises back up top and caresses your back, giving it kisses and a groan. your back muscles flexing from his hands was an intriguing sight, it was attractive. one of his eyes watched your hand hold him, tracing your thumb against his fingers.

"i'm sorry, i just don't feel right."

he made sure you felt his hot breath near your ear.

"you dont need to feel like you should be something either when you're with me."

there was his favourite rhythm that starts when he catches you offguard with such praise and he laughs lowly. he felt you shift, wanting to speak up surely but a pinch to your wrist stopped you.

but he was right.

you could feel right or wrong, ugly and flawed when you're with him. he admires the worst in things and that was 'you'. though it was debatable because everything wrong with you never felt out of place either. he doesnt go back on his praise. he doesnt seek out these flaws a lot like you do when he could use his time better by appreciating them.

like your hands which he press his lips onto next, they did so much for him and to him. they went through hell and back to reach to this position with him. they fit around him so nicely and makes something burn in him so badly.

he'd seen how they've been cut off, burnt, bruised and he was there at all times to hold and heal them. uraume couldn't even reach you fast enough because sukuna was the first. he'd heal back those pretty hands that held his during the night and to entertain your fascination with his hands, squeezing the warmth into his and silently sighing.

his eyes flickered back to mirror where he sees you looking at your wrist and he smiles to how your eyes aimlessly worry.

ah, those eyes. the eyes that dare look at him for the first time you met him.

"you haven't answered me, dear."

ones that challenge others and him, that drastically softens to his voice and widens to his actions. he tilts your head back to the mirror to make you look at him again.

rapidly blinking up to him, another apology slips from your lips and there he strokes them with his thumb.

and such a mouth that swiftly answers him when panicked or shuts down his arguments. he pulls you back to kiss your lips and meets your tongue. you always tasted so enticing and saccharine, the second best thing he puts in his mouth (other than whats between your legs) as he kisses you deeply.

before he gets too carried away for the night, he pulls away and grinned to your eager lips that chase after him.

he grunted when your hand went and pumped his cock but he holds your hand tenderly.

"cease from doing that for tonight. this time.."

you moan softly as his fingers slide down your body.

"i'll be the one serving you."

he'd plan to tell you all the things he loved about you with the slow tease of his hands, he'll sing praise like a little song bird as long as that gets his lover to desist their worrying.

why should you when you're so perfect to him?