swcoulda

[swcoulda]

gojo thinks you’re doing it on purpose.

you have to be doing it on purpose. no one is that oblivious.

he flirts with you like it’s a sport. grins all teeth and gleaming eyes, throwing his arm around you whenever he can, tucking your hair behind your ear even when it doesn’t need tucking. he buys you drinks, snacks, silly little trinkets that he claims “just screamed your name.” he calls you sweetheart, baby, pretty in front of everyone—god, he even texted you “good morning, love of my life 🥺💖” the other day and all you did was thank him.

“thank you,” like he dropped off a package.

he watches you laugh when he flirts. you swat at his chest, tell him he’s annoying. you smile like you think he’s funny. but never once have you actually flirted back—never batted your lashes, never teased him, never leaned into the bait. and he’s been laying it thick.

and now here you are, sitting beside him, sipping your drink, babbling about something that’s going right over his head because all he can think about is how you’re casually resting your head against his shoulder like it means nothing.

“—and then shoko said it’s probably from stress, so i’ll just sleep early tonight and see if it helps.”

“you should stay at mine,” he says immediately.

you blink up at him. “what?”

“my place. better bed. better arms to fall asleep in. i’ll even make you pancakes tomorrow morning,” he says, grinning.

you stare at him for a second, then smile.

“aww, you’re such a good friend.”

gojo internally combusts.

friend.

he leans back against the couch, throws his head toward the ceiling like he’s begging the heavens to strike him down. you just called him your friend. after all the longing gazes. all the suggestive comments. all the soft moments he thought were mutual.

he turns to look at you again, ready to say something dramatic like i can’t believe you’re breaking my heart in real time, but you’re already looking at him.

your eyes are soft. lips curled up, sweet and open, like you really think he’s just being nice and you don’t even realize he’s half in love with you. like you don’t know he’d drop everything if you so much as leaned in. he deflates.

“…you’re so cute it’s actually unfair,” he mutters, rubbing a hand down his face.

you smile wider, nose scrunching. “thank you!”

and he just laughs—because what else is he gonna do?

you’re too cute. too sweet. too fucking clueless.

but you’re his. even if you don’t know it yet.

(you will.)

[swcoulda]

love.

this is about whoever you want it to be about <3 wrote this in my notes app at work LMAOOO!! not proofread at all so pls forgive me.

wc: i don’t know 😞

to be loved is to be seen.

seen in the way that he just has to look at you and know what you need. a nap, a hug, a quick kiss, anything. he knows. because he sees you.

to be loved is to be seen — to be heard.

heard in the way that he knows exactly what you mean when you say certain things.

when you say, “i’m tired”, he’s already drawing you a bath with your favorite candle scents, eager to sit on the toilet lid or the edge of the tub to lend you an open ear. if it’s a wash day, he’ll even wash your hair for you. because he knows that “i’m tired” goes deeper than just wanting to change your clothes and get into bed.

to be loved is to be seen — to be felt.

to be felt in your presence and lack thereof. when you’re not home at the time you usually are, he’s already texting you, offering to pick you up. when you are home, even if you’re not in the same room, he’s content in just knowing that he’s within your presence and you’re safe.

to be felt in the way that he holds you and rubs you back where you didn’t know it hurt. his touches are soft and reverent, but still firm enough for you to know he’s there.

to be loved is to be seen — to be remembered.

remembered in the way that he brings home trinkets that remind him of you after a mission, successful or not. he is always thinking of you.

remembered in the way that he’s memorized your skincare routine to a t, for nights that you’re too tired to do it yourself.

remembered in the way that he knows what brings you comfort. after a hard day at work, you don’t even have to say anything and he’s already rummaging through the cupboards for that snack you love. he keeps mental notes whenever there are only five left and restocks immediately. even if it slips your mind to buy them at the supermarket, it never slips his.

remembered in the way that he constantly praises you for how far you’ve come since he met you. mentally, emotionally, etc. he remembers every version of you that he’s ever seen and loves them all the same. he reminds of you of the truest version of you, especially when you feel like you’ve forgotten yourself.

remembered in the way that he knows every anniversary that you may not keep track of. first date, first kiss, first everything.

to be loved is to be seen — to be cherished.

cherieshed in the way that he keeps every note you give him. whether in his wallet, a drawer, or a book, there is always something there to remind them of your presence in his life. the notes are folded, dog eared, and always reread.

cherished in the way that he takes photos of you whenever he gets the chance. doesn’t matter if you’re paying attention or not. he thinks that you’re prettiest when you have no idea if or when he’s going to pull the camera out.

cherished in the way that he will always put you first, no hesitation. he cherishes your happiness, your quirks, your presence. he cherishes you.

to be loved is to be seen, and he sees you — fully, unabashedly, and tenderly.

[swcoulda]

in the rain

06!satoru x reader. fluff. friends to... potentially lovers! this is very ambiguous ngl. i imagined a black!reader while making this, but i didn't make any specifics besides the reader has braids! this takes place in 2006! (revised from my old blog) wc: 901 listening to: doctor! doctor! by zerobaseone

you and satoru rush into the train station, seeking shelter from the sudden and unexpected rain.

the two of you stand in the semi-crowded lobby of the train station as you let out a huff and complain about how you just got your hair braided earlier that week.

satoru finds amusement in your frustration about something so trivial. he thinks you look fine — gorgeous, even — with your once perfectly styled hair slowly starting to frizz up a bit at the top from the rain and cling to your skin, much to your dismay.

just like any other situation that you would fret about, satoru offers a small shrug, seemingly unworried. "it's just a bit of rain." he says playfully, tucking a wet braid behind your ear, his own hair clinging to his forehead.

you roll your eyes at his nonchalance and your lips break out into a small grin. you reach your own hand up to push his hair away from his face, reciprocating the small yet affectionate gesture.

satoru holds your gaze, watching you with soft eyes as your eyes dart around his face, studying his features closely.

he'd be lying if he said that he hasn't grown fond of you over these past three years you've known one another. at first, he had just tolerated you because you were suguru's friend, always tagging along on missions and outings that were usually just him, suguru, and shoko.

however, what was originally him merely accepting your presence in his life quickly changed. 

what once was "why are they coming? it was just supposed to be us!" turned into "did you invite them? ... well, did they say they could make it?" or "are they going to be there?"

after a while, he no longer needed (or wanted) suguru or shoko to be there when the two of you hung out, which leads you to where you are now.

what started out as a simple mall visit turned into both of you wandering around the city aimlessly, trying different street foods and finding any and every excuse to stay out with the other for a bit longer.

the two of you tried to stall your inevitable departure with excuses like, "i heard your favorite store is having a sale.", "we can't go yet. we didn't even go into the movie store like we usually do!", and "let's just look around for a bit longer. we still have time! the last train doesn't come until 10:37."

however, the weather clearly had other plans for the two of you and decided to cut your outing shorter than either of you hoped.

it wasn't all that bad, though. due to the poor weather, trains were delayed which meant more time with each other.

with the two of you sheltered away from the rain in the station, the two of you continue to chat. your light and beautiful laughter rang through the lobby whenever satoru said something particularly funny.

he can't help but join in with your contagious laughter every time, thinking to himself that moments like this made everything worthwhile — even a delayed train and getting caught in a storm.  could he catch a cold? of course! he’d never admit it, but he’s sure to feel the scratchiness in his throat by tomorrow morning. does he care? no, not really.

he can't help but think that you make him feel something that's foreign, yet strangely comforting to him.

the kind of feeling that fills your heart to the brim; soft, full, and oh so overwhelming, making you want to stay in this moment, suspended in time forever. a feeling so perfect that you only wish it could deepen and multiply by tenfold — if that's even possible. the feeling of being home, exactly where he needs (and wants) to be, whenever he's with you.

as satoru watches you laugh with a soft and fond smile on his face, he finds himself wishing he could be the reason that you smile and laugh like this all the time. he loves seeing it, just like he loves seeing other aspects of you and your caring nature.

the way you reciprocate his small gestures of teasing affection, the way you always go out of your way to make sure he's not being too hard on himself, the way you go out of your way to introduce him to everyone in your life, claiming that he's “just good company to bring along” when people start to joke that you two are practically joined at the hip. the list goes on.

he's pulled out of his thoughts as you grab his hand and start to walk to the train platform, "c'mon, we can go to my dorm and watch the movie we just bought." you tell him, not wanting the night to end just because of 'a bit of rain' in satoru's words.

as he finds himself thinking all of this, his hand in yours while he lets you drag him up to the platform, his heart swells in realization.

what he feels for you is love.

and while it may be something foreign to gojo satoru, someone who's never felt seen by anyone the way that you see him (aside from suguru, of course), the warm feeling you give him along with it makes him think that being in love won't be so bad after all.

[swcoulda]

oil change

mechanic!choso x reader. fluff-ish. mutual pining. i've had this in my drafts for soooo long its insane bc i had no clue how to end it. wc: 732

you have a crush on your mechanic!

“this is your third trip to the shop. in the last month. you sure you shouldn’t just get a new car?” your usually stoic mechanic asks, looking at you with a raised brow when you just shrug it off by saying it’s probably just cheaper to get him to fix it.

“plus, it’s not ike it’s in terrible condition. i just got this car not too long ago.” you reason.

you recently bought your car on an online auction, needing a quick way to get to work. it’s hot out, which means taking the bus will be like hell, and taking an uber to and from work? everyday? out of the question. so, you got your license and bought a car as soon as you had the chance.

admittedly, the car you got was not in the best condition. marketed as a fair use car on the site, it was far from that when you finally saw it in person. the leather seats are peeling, the door gets jammed every now and then, and the exterior probably needs more than a new paint job to make it look at least a little decent on the outside. nonetheless, it gets the job done. after a few trips to choso’s mechanic shop, that is.

you’ve been going to choso for maybe five months for this new car. sometimes, the issues you have will just be so obscure that he’ll give you a lowball repair charge out of sympathy (and maybe because he really likes you).

for a bit, you didn't need to come to his shop because the car was running smoothly. everything had been going so well - you just hit a new streak of not showing up for six days in a row!

unfortunately (and fortunately), your car did not want to make it to a full week of not heading to the shop. because right after work today, your engine started making weird noises, and secretly, you couldn’t have been more happy that it did.

why? because weird engine sounds means seeing your hot mechanic, obviously!

you watch him as he checks out the car, hard at work. the oil all over his shirt and smeared on his forearms from working all day, his hair tied back into a pontytail and the flyaways that are stuck to his forehead from the sheen of sweat.

it’s not until he speaks up that you actually realize that you’re staring. “well, luckily, you just need an oil change. nothing major.” he says as he wipes his forehead with the rag around his neck, already getting started to do what he does best.

he’s about to get to work, when he turns to you and offers to teach you how to do an oil change under the guise of just wanting you to save a couple bucks. “less trips to the shop.” he explains.

his gesture, done in kindness, is also just an excuse to have you close. sure, he feels bad that he's taking your money because your shitty car is in awful condition, but he’s found himself drawn to you and actually looks foward to you coming to his shop now. he would find ways to see you outside of work, like asking you out, but he’s not sure if you’re interested. and maybe it's too soon to even ask. to him, you're just coming here because of your car, so this’ll do for now.

he waves you over and walks you through all the steps to change your own oil. how to know what oil to use, how to drain it out, what filter to use, etc. he obviously doesn’t have you do it yourself, since you have on your work clothes and he doesn’t want you to mess them up, but he’s just showing you so that you’ll have it in the back of your mind in case you want to give it a shot one day.

once he’s done, he lets out a sigh as hes wiping some oil off his hands onto his shirt and looks over at you, “…you really should just get a new car, you know.” he says lightly, but in a way that lets you know he’s being at least a little bit serious.

and maybe you should. but what other excuse would you have to see him if not for your run down car?

[swcoulda]

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oil change. mechanic!choso x reader. where you may or may not have a tiny crush on your mechanic!

in the rain. 06!gojo x reader. where you and gojo get caught in the rain! friends to potential lovers.

anyone! (nameless fics)

love. anyone you want x reader. to be loved is to be seen.

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