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supermodel! gojo

satoru gojo was handsome. everyone knew this. he was one of japan's greatest modern supermodels and you were a fan.

you were a fan of his icy blue eyes. his fair and almost porcelain complexion. and most of all his smile. everything was just so breathtaking and so beautiful. he had a beauty like no other man you'd ever seen or met.

it'd be an understatement to say you were shocked when he walked into your little coffee shop. someone as famous and well known as him stumbling into your cafe was both the greatest shock and dream come true you'd ever experienced.

"oh my.. are you really satoru gojo?" you ask, your eyes wide.

your eyes practically glowed when he said yes with a smile. that smile that you adored. that smile that he had just shown to you. you waste no time taking his order. it hadn't been hard to tell he had a massive sweet tooth. he ordered your entire bakery menu plus a sugary iced coffee.

you watched intensely as he took a bite out of a blueberry cheesecake muffin. watched in awe as he sighed in satisfaction. and watched with a proud smile as you had to hold onto the register to keep yourself upright.

"my my i must say miss.." he starts, signaling for you to share your name.

"oh right! i'm [name] and welcome to my bakery." you say shyly.

"[name].." he says softly.

"you're quite the talented baker. and the coffee you made was simply divine. i'm moving into the area.. do expect to see me back here frequently." he muses, holding out his card to pay.

"oh no this is on the house. i'm a huge fan and you being here and saying you'll be coming back is payment enough!" you say hastily.

"is that so?" he mutters.

you nod, feeling your face heat up slightly. even when you weren't looking at him you could feel the way his eyes practically pierced through your soul. it wasn't until he chuckled that you finally looked up to meet his gaze. he smiled softly, still holding his card out to you.

"please i insist you let me pay." he persists.

"really? many people would kill for free food.." you say as you reluctantly take his card and ring him up.

he shrugs and picks up his receipt.

"not everyone is as cool as me." he says as he walks out.

"see you tomorrow, [name]."

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scaramouche (high school au)

to get to the point nobody liked the two of you together. they all believed that he'd ruin you, your innocence. that his bitter and evil soul would corrupt your much nicer and pure one. the biggest social rule in high school is to never mix groups. but it wasn't your fault the two of you worked. sweet and sour. yin and yang. that was you and scaramouche.

truthfully it confused nobody more than him how accepting you are of his sour attitude. he rarely smiles and he hates pda unless it's him showing your relationship to other men out of jealousy. he hated sugar. he hated all sweetness but yours.

he loved the way your eyes sparkled when you planned school dances. the way you smiled when you saw him. he loved it all. the softness of your hands, the way they were so delicate in comparison to his much rougher, calloused ones. he loved how you were his opposite. the perfect balance.

when you'd first started dating it felt surreal. how could someone with such a bright future and even brighter smile want anything to do with a bitter slacker like himself? he knew why he liked you. but he could never pinpoint what you liked about him. to him he had no redeeming qualities.

"[name], what do you like about me?" he asked one day.

you turned to him. smiling softly.

"i like how tough you are. it's such an admirable trait. and i love your hair, the color, the style, everything. and your eyes. they're my favorite. they hold all the emotions you refuse to show on your face." you ramble on and on, leaving him more and more shocked with each trait you list.

"i love you. like a lot." he mutters, eyes wide and cheeks pink.

"i love you too!" you smile, poking his cheek.

you guys worked. regardless of what everyone thought. you guys just worked. you were both well aware of the way people spoke of your relationship. it was always 'they'll never last.. he's guaranteed to hurt that girl' or 'why would he want someone like her? they're so different.'

but honestly? you guys didn't care. you were happy.

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ARCANE RANT

I just wanna know where melvika came from?😭 Like one day I was casually scrolling on Tumblr and I see fanart of them and it was like oh! Since when was this a ship? Now don't get me wrong, I can fw it. Like I can definitely understand why this ship is a thing.

Sevika is someone who has constantly had a leader. She's always known how to do what she's told, and how to follow orders. But now, everyone that's ever been able to give her purpose and direction are gone. I'm sure she doesn't really know what to do with all of this freedom after so long of being a "weapon". So if she were to meet Mel she would get that clear leader figure back.

Mel is always in control, she's sharp, powerful, manipulative, and very much a leader of the people. So, she's the lead that sevika would need. And i feel like Mel would enjoy having someone that will follow their orders. Mel seems like a person who enjoys when people follow her word. Not like her mother but in a different way.

She could be the one to give sev purpose again. Which is like woah, that's really complex. I'm just curious who came up with the ship.💀 Like who was the first to see those two and think, "hell yeah, they'd want each other so bad😼"

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choso (no sorcery au)

he had quite the reputation for his obsessive tendencies in relationships. there were so many stories about people being scared away by his attentiveness during their talking stages. for him it was always love at first hint of interest. for him it was love never infatuation or obsession.

growing up you always loved the attention you received. feeling desired and noticed was something you'd never get sick of. even after hearing the rumors and seeing the proof and getting the warnings about choso kamo you still decided to pursue him. what was a bit of attention to you anyway? you loved it. craved it even.

it was great at first. he was always there. always getting you what you needed. always loving you. it was good until it wasn't. good until he was always there. good until he was always getting you what you wanted. good until he was always loving you. it became suffocating so quickly. it became too much.

asking him to stop was out of the question. you'd tried that before and it went horribly. he was unstable. that was something you'd learned and had never been able to forget.

"i think you should back off a bit. this.. relationship? it's getting suffocating." you said, as calmy and gently as possible.

you'd expected him to get upset. you'd considered the rumors, never fully believing them, but always keeping them in the back of your mind.

"what? why? do you hate me now?" he asked, going from calm to frantic within seconds.

"no! i-i just think we could spend a bit more time apart. we're together almost every second of everyday." you say.

"but.. i don't want to be apart. ever. you said you wanted to be with me. so you have to be with me!" he shouts, desperation becoming evident in his voice.

it was shocking, to say the least. watching him crumble within seconds. seeing the tears streaming down his face and his breath quickening. it felt surreal. it was scary. it was worrying. so many things. for once in your life you hated having someone's attention. you wished you'd heeded all the warning you were given.

"choso! just calm down! it's fine.. everything is fine!" you mutter, slowly approaching him.

when you were within arms length of him he grabbed your wrist, his hand practically locking onto your wrist with a crushing grip. he wasted no time pulling you into him and holding you against his chest.

"you can't leave.. we have to be together.. always!" he mumbled into your hair.

"but it's too much! you're too much. this is too much!" you argue while trying to get away from him.

"i don't care. you said you wanted to be with me. so be with me!" he fires back.

"look.. just let me go and we can talk this out. just try to calm down!"

silence. he didn't say anything. he tightened his grip on you, almost doubling down on his previous statements. you weren't leaving. you couldn't leave. and you weren't going to.

and so he kept you there. pressed against his chest for hours. he stayed silent, waiting for the moment you'd take back the hurtful things you'd said to him. and you did. eventually you gave in and you apologized. and that was that.

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gojo (platonic)

for as long as you could remember you'd had the same group of friends growing up. you, geto, gojo, shoko, utahime, and nanami. it'd been your group from the very start. whether it was causing trouble or volunteer work, it was always you six.

until it was time for college. it was no secret that the majority of your group were very skilled academically, and it was also no secret who in your group just wasn't. so it wasn't too disappointing when nanami, geto, shoko, and utahime were the only ones to get accepted into the school you'd all wanted to go to. the same way it wasn't shocking when you and gojo had waved your friends off at the airport as they boarded their flight to america.

"you sure you're ok with this?" utahime asked, her voice laced with concern.

"it'll be ok, utahime. you earned this. me and gojo were the ones who decided to slack off." you say honestly.

truth be told you forgot to even submit your application. you had a feeling you wouldn't have gotten in due to your reputation as a serial slacker in school. gojo on the other hand had been simply devasted. not at being denied entry to the college. simply at the fact that it would be the last time he saw his very best friend for the next few years.

"suguru! think this through.. do you really want to leave me?" he whined, practically clinging to the male.

chuckling and patting his shoulder geto simply shrugged. "i thought it through many times. you'll be fine without me for a couple years." he states, his eyes flicking to you.

"plus you have our lovely friend [name] here with you. she'll keep you sane and company." he muses, earning a dramatic sigh from the ivory haired male.

"she's great but she's not you!" he says dramatically.

"hey! i'm right here!" you scoff, rolling your eyes as you finish saying your goodbyes.

"i know!" he fires back.

"ok guys, time to go through security. if we don't go now we'll be stuck in line. goodbye gojo and [name] take care." nanami says with a hint of urgency.

within seconds the four left and gojo collapsed in your arms, shedding a few tears.

"i feel so alone! if only there was a nice, young woman to treat me to lunch!" he says.

"yeah if only.." you mutter as you drop him and begin walking off.

"uh, ouch? how could you?" he scoffs.

"let's get out of here. this place is making me sad." you mutter as you stop and wait for him to catch up.

he rolls his eyes and quickly gets up, walking towards you and grabbing your wrist. "ok how about i treat you? i can't have you sad.. not now at least." he sighs, a semi-serious look on his face.

you simply smile at him and nod, allowing him to lead you out of the airport.

note: got sick of doing romance.. how's this?

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tsukishima

being with tsukishima was a rollercoaster to say the least. your times with him had many ups and downs and sharp and unexpected turns. the most prominent example is when you went to congratulate him on winning against shiritorzawa and he simply pushed you away.

"why are you so confusing?" you say sharply.

he tilts his head, eyeing you up and down. "this again?" he says mockingly.

"yes, again. this is getting old. i'm getting sick of it." you say firmly.

he scoffs, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him. "why are you doing this? things were going so well." he murmurs, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

noticing his sudden you feel your resolve crumbling, knowing you're fucked.

"things aren't going well. you confuse me. you told me you loved you but you push me away when we're around others. are you ashamed of me?" you whisper.

you feel him leaving soft kisses on your shoulder, slowly moving to your neck then your cheek. he knows the effect he has on you, and you know it too. this is how things always go when you bring up his behavior.

"you know i love you.." he murmurs onto your skin, sending shivers up your spine.

determined to stand up for yourself, you place your hands on his shoulders. "kei." you say sternly, indirectly letting him know too stop.

he moves his head back enough to see your face, before stealing your lips in a kiss. part of you wanted to pull away to show him that you were serious, the other part, the stronger part, gave in and your body melted into his.

after a moment or two he breaks the kiss, taking your face into his hands and squishing your cheeks.

"i love you, [name]. you know that right?" he says softly, looking into your eyes intensely.

knowing you weren't going to be able to resist him much longer you nod. clenching your jaw, feeling disappointed in yourself. disappointed but not surprised. this was your dynamic with him. you knew, and so did he. the two of you knew it would happen again, which doesn't matter. it's not like things would change anyway.

note: first post in ages.. is this good?

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should i do a gojo story soon?? im having major writers block :(

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monoma (high school au!)

for the longest time monoma was the main reason you'd try to avoid going to school. he spent every school day tormenting and making fun of you. and when you'd cry he'd give you that same smirk.

it's the first day of junior year and you walk into your first period class. there he was, as expected, sitting in the seat right next to yours. this happened every year without fail. no matter where you turned he was always there.

one thing about you is that you hated your eyes. you had heterochromia, meaning two different colored eyes. growing up your parents taught you to love it and for the longest time you did. until monoma showed up. he was the staple of perfection. blonde hair. blue eyes. he was just perfect. and to him? you were the farthest thing from.

for years he tormented you. finding new ways to insult your eyes and slowly chip away at whatever confidence you had in them. for years he made you feel like less than you are. and for years you'd let him. you'd let him make you cry and laugh at you. but you were done. you were so done. you'd promised yourself when school ended last year that you wouldn't let him get to you anymore.

so when he insulted you, you didn't respond. you didn't even acknowledge him. you figured he would get bored after not getting the reaction he wanted. but no. he went harder on you. saying things like how the ugliness of your eyes were a reflection on the ugliness of your soul. and how your parents did nothing but lie about your beauty and their love for you.

despite the promise you made to yourself you cried. you let him get to you. you didn't want him to know though. so you left the classroom, not caring about the looks your classmates had given you or your teachers demands for you to return to your seat.

when you left the room you didn't have any specific location in mind. you just needed to get out. you ended up in a deserted classroom. it was empty. quiet. and with that in mind you sat at a desk and you cried. harder than you ever had in a while. you didn't know why his words had hurt so much, but they did.

after some time you heard someone walking into the classroom. you figured your teacher would send someone in after you. you looked up to see who it was, only to be met by monoma. he pulled you out of your seat and he held you by your waist. he used a hand to squeeze your face and force you to look at him.

"you make the cutest faces when you're sad or angry with me. but this," he whispered, his voice laced with mockery "this one is my favorite."

he smiled at you once more before leaning down to kiss your tears. this action flipped a switch and immediately turned your sadness into to anger. you were in shock, who does that? who thinks they have that right? he hurt you. he shattered your heart. and then he had the audacity to show you affection.

you pushed him away from you. you slapped him. something you'd never done before. you yelled at him. and you cried. he made you you feel so many things at once. from the day you met he made you feel so many things.

unsurprisingly he found your outburst funny. he gave you a pitiful look before laughing at you like he always did. he pulled you in for a hug and he stroked your hair. he shushed you and called you cute. it made you blush.

there was always a messed up part of you that loved the attention he gave you. some messed up part that loved when he kissed your tears away. you hated that part of you. it made you sick. but you couldn't deny it. you knew you liked him.

he liked you too, everyone knew it. he showed his affection to you in a twisted way but it was still there. "you know i like you. you know i don't mean what i say.." he cooed, still holding you close.

you gripped his shirt. and you nodded. he leaned down to kiss your forehead sweetly. it made you smile slightly. "now that we're alone.. we should make things official, yes?" he said softly.

you nodded and nothing more. that was all he needed. honestly it was all. you guys stayed there for the remainder of class. and that was it.

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sukuna part 2 (modern au!)

when he had gotten home that day, it was quiet. more quiet than normal. you two never talked much so it was always just quiet. he called out for you, nothing. no response. no shuffling. just nothing.

he looked around the house for you. nothing. he was confused. where were you? then he saw it. a note. it was from you. in the note you'd explained why you left. you felt neglected and used. you felt like he'd stopped seeing you as human years ago, that you were just something he kept around.

he ripped it up. he didn't care how you felt. you were his and you thought you could you just go? because your feelings were hurt? he knew he didn't love you. he knew he was just using you. he knew everything you wrote in your note was correct. but he didn't care. when you told him you loved him you pledged your allegiance to him. you weren't allowed to leave.

he called you five times before you picked up. he yelled at you. he scolded you for leaving. he called you worthless and said you were nothing without him. you cried. you apologized. you even told him you loved him. it made him smile knowing you still cared what he thought. he felt happy knowing you knew your place.

it didn't take much convincing before you said you'd come home. once you arrived he pulled you into the house. "are you alright?" he mutters.

you don't say anything you simply shrug. you keep your eyes glued to the floor. "i don't know." you whisper.

"let me look at you, i'll be gentle." he says, his voice soft.

his gentleness stuns you, it makes you feel safe. it makes you feel like you can trust him. and so, you allow him to get closer to you. you don't flinch when he cups your face, you close your eyes as he analyzes you. you feel calm.

until you feel him gripping your hair. he sneers at you and lets out a mocking laugh. you beg him to let you go as you claw at his hands. he pulls you into him and he leans in to whisper into your ear. "you don't deserve peace. you thought you could leave me? you don't have the right!"

he forces your head to the side and he grabs your waist. he bites your neck, breaking skin. it hurts. you scream in pain and thrash around, but his grip on your waist remains firm. he lets go and he throws you to the ground laughing as you clutch your neck. he bends down to meet your eyes and holds your gaze. "there's no way out. i own you."

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Sukuna (modern au!)

he was your boyfriend. he didn't act like it, but he was. he was toxic in every way possible. he was a walking red flag. and yet you still loved him. it confused everyone but they stopped mentioning it a while ago. it's not like you'd ever listen.

he ignored you. he controlled you. he belittled you. and he manipulated you. he was just awful. but you couldn't break away. you were too attached, too dependent on him. he was your whole world and he said you were his.

truth be told you always knew he never cared. you always knew you didn't matter to him the way he said you did. but you had faith that he'd change for you. because he said he loved you even though he didn't show it.

you did everything for him. you gave everything to him. and all he gave back was pain and insults. you hated how he treated you but you loved him. and because you loved him you stayed. you'd started getting used to it anyway.

by year two of your relationship the toxicity stopped. it stopped because he found a new girl to mess around with. you knew it and honestly, he didn't try to hide it. he stopped caring how he affected you ages ago.

and so you went on for several more months. it was painful to see him showing another girl the love and care he couldn't give to you. you'd spent so much time wondering what was wrong with you or what you should've done to make him care. you knew there was nothing you could've done though.

eventually you were fed up. sick of being treated lower than dirt and so, you left him. you packed up your things and left. you left him a note. you didn't think he'd read it anyway.

note: idk anything about toxicity

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choso (college au!)

you were popular and he wasn't. he never even knew how or why you'd noticed and chosen him. not that he cared. he loves knowing you're his and he's even happier to know that he's yours and that he won't be leaving anytime soon.

when you'd first seen him, he was hanging around the campus garden, eating lunch with two of his brothers. you took in his appearance and thought he was funny looking. his hair was up in two buns and his eyes looked sunken in. he had a large tattoo going across his face, it somehow tied his looks together.

he'd noticed you staring and he hadn't taken it well. he assumed you were judging him and so he gave you the ugliest look he muster up before taking his brothers and walking the other way. even though his main intention was to offend you, you found it endearing. and one thing led to another and you asked him out.

you fully expected him to say no, i mean why wouldn't he? despite him keeping to himself and being a generally standoffish person tons of girls approached him with romantic interest. he rejected each and every one of them but he'd said yes to you. you always wondered what made him choose you out of every other girl on campus. i mean the two of you had nothing in common, your crowd would tear him to bits and vice versa.

despite your differences and your initial shock at his acceptance the two of you had gone on multiple dates. the first few were awkward as expected but you eventually warmed up to one another after the fifth date. it was funny you. five was your favorite number. five was the amount of letters in his name. it seemed as though five was you guys' number.

as the two of you grew closer outside of school your in school lives seemed to connect more and more as time flew by. he'd walk you to classes, get lunch with you, and sometimes he'd meet you at the entrance of the campus garden to study. you'd never felt happier than with him. you were in disbelief. i mean who would've thought that the two of you would connect and pair up so well while still being as different as you guys are.

you'll never forget when he had finally asked you to be his girlfriend. how could you forget? it was a disaster! his idea was beautiful. the execution? not so much. but hey.. it all worked out in the end so who cares? he'd planned to sit out in the garden with you and give you your favorite flowers and a promise ring.

well, you'd arrived to the garden and it was sunny and so beautiful. until it wasn't. it felt like his whole world shattered when the downpour started. within minutes the entire garden was soaked and muddy. he thought for sure that you'd say no, but to his surprise.. you laughed. you smiled. and you danced.

you called him over to dance with you and he wasted no time, practically throwing the flowers to the ground. after a moment of dancing he goes to retrieve the flowers. when he does his face falls, the once beautiful bouquet was now a crumpled and muddy mess. regardless, he continued on.

the last gift he had for you was the ring. he walked up to you and he took your hand. he slid the ring onto your finger and he asked the big question: "can i be your boyfriend?" with a pleading, yet goofy grin.

you said yes of course. he hugged you. and that was the moment where the two of you shared your first kiss. it felt like fireworks were exploding through your heart. it felt like all your love related questions had been answered. it felt like everything was finally right.

you loved his style, his voice, his mannerisms, and his interests. you just loved him. you loved how he held you with complete and utter care, as if you were fragile. he was protective of you, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. you loved how he loved you.

you loved how he was perfect, and you loved how he thought you were perfect.