notgeetoe - Tumblr blog

[notgeetoe]

GOJO SATORU as a 2000’s Boyfriend

-the type to wear the loombands you give him loud and proud on his wrist.

-calls you on the landline, leaning against the wall with a hand in his pocket as he relaxes by listening to you talk about your day. “mhm, tell me more about it doll”

-once when you were mad at him, he shot you a text to tell you to check your locker for a “surprise”

you rolled your eyes, opening your locker to reveal a corny poster of him with puppy eyes holding a flower and a bouquet with a card saying “will you forgive me?”. It was so corny it made you burst out with laughter and forget your anger.

-“babe, look outside your window ;)” you read his text from your purple flip phone. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes with a big smile as you rolled the glass pane up. “gojo, you idiot, what are you doing here, my parents will kill you” you giggled, hissing it excitedly. he climbs up the tree, and lands with a thud onto your carpeted pink floor.

“my bad babe, should i turn back now?” he grinned, brushing the leaves off himself. you grab his hand and pull him towards you.

“Atta girl.” he says proudly, kissing you on the forehead and wrapping his arm around you.

-when you guys go to the beach and watch the sunset in his daddy’s nice black mercedes, and he softly sings “head over heels” under his breath as he stares at your side profile glazed with the sunset light.

-years later, he sees you in a shopping mall, you’ve outgrown your highlights and sparkly tops. You’re giggling with your gal pals about some new skincare. He smiles to himself as he turns away, thinking you looked just as beautiful as when he first met you. It was as if time had stopped and he imagined all the years you had spent apart. A wave of feelings, nostalgia and rekindled love lights up in his heart, but he reaches for the door handle of the shop, his heart heavy.

“wait! satoru, is that you?” you call out hopefully, craning your head, and skipping around aisles to get a better look. His head whips around, swallowing. Your eyes meet and your breath quickens. Could we really make up for lost time?

[notgeetoe]

SHES THE MAN- ft satoru gojo

————————————————————————

A/n: this a 2000’s ahh fanfic guys 🙏🙏 bear wit me

————————————————————————

As chaos erupted on the basketball court, with boys tumbling and tackling each other like a herd of wild animals, I found myself frozen in fear.

With a gulp, I slowly turned around, only to be greeted by the looming shadow of someone approaching.

The rhythmic sound of a bouncing basketball echoed ominously in the air, like a ticking time bomb ready to pounce.

I swallowed, holding my hand to my face as Satoru Gojo raised his index finger at me.

“You’re done, twig” he whispered venomously. I squeaked, my eyes shutting, clutching onto my wig. How did I get in this situation……….

————————————————————————

“Hey sweetie” mom fawned as i came in through the door. “Hey” i grumbled, kicking my training shoes off and throwing my basketball into the store room.

She paced around me, showing off a new white dress and a bright beam plastered on her face.

“Look what I have! A brand new pageant dress just for you!” She trilled in a sing song voice. I turned around, giving her an unimpressed look.

“Mom. I already told you. Im not going for this year’s pageant. Hell, I’ve tried before and I’ve never won. You’ve gotta stop pushing this on me” i sighed, rubbing my temple.

She snorted. “Guess you’re right. You’re as graceful as a bull in a china shop. But no can do sweetie. I need to show Miyako that her and her stupid son are nothing. We have dinner with them tonight, and i expect you to keep her son some company.”

I scrunched my face up. “Bleurgh. Just get (B/N) to do it. No one can tell the difference between us anyways. Besides I have better things to do.”

“Like playing basketball?” My mom deadpanned. I looked at the floorboards, scratching my head.

“No, like um… homework?” I said sheepishly. She rolled her eyes at me, pointing her index finger at me with a stern look.

“Dinner. 7 o’clock. Be ready. And wear a nice dress” she yelled as I ran up the stairs.

Flopping onto my bed, I took a call I got from my best friend, Dyanne.

“hey girl, whats up” i said concerned, my phone pressed to my ear. I could feel the depression emanating from the phone.

“You’re not gonna like this. Coach said our basketball team is getting scrapped.”

“WHAT.” I laughed in disbelief, looking into the distance. My mind was a rush of different thoughts flurrying in like a hurricane.

“No, no that cant happen” í frustratedly exclaimed. “This isnt over, lets talk to coach about it tomorrow”

————————————————————————

As me and my team approached the coach, i could hear the flurry of basketballs on the court whizzing around. “Coach” i said loudly, over the sound of impact.

He turned around gulping.

“I assume youve heard about the sorry news then?” He laughed awkwardly. I gave him an annoyed look.

“Coach thats not fair. Why is our team getting cut?” I argued. He whistled nervously.

“Wellllll…… we just dont have funding left for you guys. Besides…. The guys need new home jerseys.” He said. He shrugged and crossed his arms.

“Hey maybe you ladies can try out for badminton, or the fashion club?” He suggested, looking over at the boys who were practicing. One of them caught my eye, a guy with white hair, guffawing with his friends about something stupid.

He jogged on over to us, his ego radiating off his face.

“You ladies come to watch us practice?” He grinned, fum in his mouth. I looked at his cocky expression with annoyance. I sighed, fake smiling. “No actually. We’re here to get our basketball team back.”

I saw a flicker of amusement on his face, his voice oozing with self assurance, lips curling into an insufferable smirk. “You ladies have fun with that. Don’t break your fragile hearts over something that’s not meant for you though.”

His goons laughed in the background, as i my eye twitched. As he jogged away, my hand found itself grabbing a basketball and chucking it at his head. It bounced off, earning a grunt from him as he out his hand to his head.

“What the hell” he grumbled, turning around. I smiled sweetly, waving at him.

“Sorry, that wasn’t meant for you” I said wide eyed, as coach blew the whistle to signal end of practice.

————————————————————————

later that night i found myself bouncing the ball off the driveway in the dark, waiting for the guests to arrive. i saw a sleek black mercedes pull up, my eyebrows raising in appreciation. 3 dark figures pulled up and introduced themselves, but i couldnt make out their features that much. the tallest one extended a hand, and even though i couldnt tell from his face, his voice said it all.

“Pleasure to meet you, my names satoru gojo. Im assuming youre Y/N?” He asked smoothly. I blinked at his strong grip, making out a few veins showing in his arms. I gulped.

jeez get a grip.

“Yup. Thats me.”

“Saw you appreciating the car out there” he said, putting his hands into his pockets as we walked up to my porch.

I laughed nervously. “Yeah haha. Not into cars but that one looks pretty neat.”

“Well, if our mothers get along today, might be able to get to car ride level of friendship with you” he joked. I laughed as they walked inside, and he held the door open. The light shone on his face, revealing his white eyelashes and blue eyes. His lips parted at the sight of me.

my face immediately scrunched up as i realised who I’d been talking to the whole time.

“YOU?” I hissed. My mom looked at me with a deadpan expression.

“Honey please dont start swinging again” she sighed. Satoru looked repulsed, pulling his hand away, the door ending up smacking me in the face. I yelped, my face clutching my abused nose.

“Ew” he grimaced. I clutched my nose which was now bleeding. My twin brother came down the stairs, smiling, as he waved.

“Oh hey guys, i see youve already met- oh shit is her nose bleeding?”

Everyone turned to me and i glared at satoru, trying to contain my anger, as he stepped inside.

This was going to be a long night…..

————————————————————————