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・꒷꒦︶ 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𓂅◞

🧺﹗pairing : gojo satoru x gn!reader

‿︵ 1.09k words + angst + tw: gojo being a prick + word vomit tbh + degrading words

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎🍵 : woooahhhhh two posts in a row?! BAHHAHA also i dont know what was going on with all the arrow metaphors?!??@!??@!

“I want to break up with you.” You hated it. You hated how the words sat on your tongue. You hated how it left your lips, might as well be considered as puke. You hated how it hit your ear. Somehow it hit the reality of a future without Gojo like a drum. You hated it. You were breaking up with Gojo Satoru.

You duck your head, eyes focusing and fixating on anything but your — now ex — boyfriend. You couldn’t bear to meet his eyes, well, blindfold. You would burst into tears if you’d do.

Gojo, however, was uncharacteristically quiet. His quietness always screamed anger, and he was angry. The insides of his cheeks were pierced between his teeth, and the rosiness of his cheeks, often present when he’s in a good mood, was gone. He was angry — at least, he wanted to be angry. In his head, a wave of thoughts crashed onto his frontal cortex repeatedly. Like a tsunami.

“I don’t get it.” Disappointedly, the only right thing Gojo said all day. The fact that he didn’t get it. He was right, and it was so obvious. He didn’t get how he was slowly and absentmindedly destroying the relationship. Like a crumbling building. He didn’t get how hurt you felt whenever he’d throw you backhanded compliments, sometimes downright mean insults when you’re feeling your best. “Are you really gonna wear that?” “What’s with all that makeup on your face?” “You look like a whore.”

An arrow shot right through your heart.

Not the Cupid kind. The bad kind. The one with poison lathered at the tip.

It was unfair. He didn’t get how hurt you felt whenever he’d flirt to other girls, right in front of you. As if you were nothing but a mere stranger passing by. He would give them starving looks — if he’s in a good mood then he’d strike up a conversation. Pin them by the wall and scold them for having a “naughty mouth”. All the conversations ended with, “my partner’s with me”, paired with a particularly harsh eye roll from him and a rather rude glare from the person he’s held captive today.

He was a fucking asshole for doing that, in front of his partner too, but you were surprised of how all of them swept his actions under the carpet like that. Probably acting out of desperation. You couldn’t blame them, Gojo’s flawlessly attractive and he practically possesses the best social skills if he’s feeling serious.

You couldn’t forget the time that Gojo was doing his Casanova bidding on some beautiful woman while you both were on a date. You couldn’t help but notice that that woman had the exact opposite features rested on her face. The fact that Gojo looked even more enamored compared to the other women he has talked to ever, in his life, bothered you.

A sweet old lady passes by the two, completely ignoring your presence and instead focusing on the sorcerer and his “companion”.

“What a cute couple. You’d make pretty babies.” The lady coos, earning a flustered string of vowels and consonants from the girl, and a painful silence from your boyfriend.

Why wasn’t he saying anything? The words “he’s actually my boyfriend” sat at the tip of your tongue, begging to be released. To Gojo’s satisfaction, you said nothing. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Gojo, please deny it, please.

Another arrow shot right through your heart. Then another. Then another.

He didn’t get how hurt you felt whenever he’d play you like a fool and make a poor taxi driver listen to your muffled cries as they drive you back home. It was a choreographed pattern — you would remind him about a date that you planned 3 days ago, he’d promise you he’d attend, you’d be wearing your best attire and use a special For-Special-Occasions-Only makeup kitt, you’d be waiting at your reserved table for more than an hour, and finally.

Finally when you receive a text message from him after sitting there, and almost getting escorted out the restaurant for not ordering a platter, he’d type the same exact response.

“srry. work problems. will make up 2 u soon.”

The arrows kept coming. The poison hurt so much that at one point, it stopped hurting. Your senses grew numb. The poison was so strong that one day, it made no effect at all. You were stupid. The poison made you grow stupid. You were stupid that you didn’t break up with him sooner. While you were wallowing in your own pain, the arrows stuck on your chest — the famous sharpness of daggers practically rivaling the sweet sultry pain of the poison, Gojo was busy in someone else’s chest. He was not taking out any arrows.

That’s when you ripped out all the arrows from your chest. It bled, it hurt, the poison was still there, it hurt, but it was something. Like a phlegm that got taken out after lodging your throat for so long. But it wasn’t a full cleanse. You wanted to do more.

That’s when you asked to break up with him.

“I don’t get it.” “Are you kidding me?!” You wanted to punch him, kick him, jab him in the throat, kiss him, tell him that you were joking, tell him that you didn’t want to break up, cry in his chest, god. You didn’t know it was this hard. “You- you hurt me! God, Satoru, you hurt me!”

It was pathetic, you thought. You were breaking down in front of him, repeating the words “you hurt me” like a broken record — like it’s the only 3 words that you know in any language. You wanted to spill out paragraphs, vomit out words that you’d probably regret later on, you wanted to tear him apart with your words. But somehow, you can’t. It was pathetic.

Little did you know that Gojo’s heart tightened every time you let out a sob. He wanted to hug you right then and there, tell you it was alright. It’d be a lie if he said that he lost feelings for you. He still loved you. He was just really stupid.

“You, you fucking hurt me Satoru.” This was it. You were ripping out the last arrow that pierced straight into your heart, it was a small arrow, but it hurt. It hurt a fucking lot. It hurt so much that you didn’t even notice it was there. This was it. It was like removing a splinter. This was it.

“Goodbye, Gojo.”

[bee0bub]

・꒷꒦︶ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 / HQ 𓂅◞

🧺﹗pairing : kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

‿︵ 1.8k words + comfort/fluff fic + self indulgent omfg

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎🍵 : repost of my old works :]

"[Name], I brought pizza-" Kuroo yells out before stopping to hear bits of a muffled conversation that must be coming from the television. His timing could not have been much better. It was finally Friday, and Kuroo's only plan in mind is to cuddle with you on the sweet couch while watching unfunny sitcoms and pigging out on chips and soda.

And hey, there might be room on the clock for some Netflix and Chilling.

He forcefully flings his shoes from his feet one by one, not bothering to set them on the small shoe rack by the door before grabbing the warm pizza box he bought on the way and trudging to the living room.

"Hey, [Na-]" He stops in his tracks, greeting interrupted by the sight before him.

There were pens, highlighters and paper ripped out from notebooks everywhere, from the floor to the couch to the coffee table. Speaking of coffee table, there laid two plates of lasagna, one bag of chips, and three used cups with some orange juice residue on them.

And instead of you on the couch, there was a large, shaking blanket cocoon. Why the hell is it shaking?

It would be best for Kuroo to assume that the cozy looking cocoon is just you rather than a caterpillar monster who just devoured his significant other.

He sighs as he glances at the television. Of course you're watching Barbie in the Pink Shoes, a movie that you would put on when you felt cock-a-hoop over something... or when you felt the exact opposite. Kuroo hoped it was the former.

Unfortunately, it was the latter. In fact, after school you crashed into the couch and cried for probably an hour. Barbie movies usually cheered you up, but this time it made you feel even shittier.

You had a lot of missed assignments, and to make matters worse you had three major exams coming up. Ever since the teachers decided to give the students more tasks to accomplish, school became very overwhelming for you to handle. Thus resulting in you hardly reciting in classes and putting out minimal effort in your assignments.

As expected, your grades went down tremendously. It was very unlikely of you, but it was just near impossible for students like you to keep up with so many tasks all at the same time.

For the past week, you did consider asking Kuroo, one of Nekoma's top students, for help. But the little voice in your brain told you not to, in fear of becoming a burden. He was a student too, he's probably drowning in assignments as much as you too. You didn't want to add one more task in the pile.

All that worrying and studying and keeping up with everything led to your current state; a tired, overwhelmed, blanket cocoon.

You were so deep in thought that you jolt at the added weight on the couch.

"Don't take my appendix!" You gasp, looking up at the person who joined you in the couch before sighing in relief. It's just your obnoxious boyfriend.

Kuroo's eyes widen at the sight of your current state. Boy, do you look like a mess. Bloodshot eyes from crying, disheveled hair, chapped lips, red nose, and dark eyebags.

"[Name?]"

"Hi, Kuroo. Not in the mood right now."

Now he was really concerned. Your voice sounded so lazy, so throaty, so out of character. In fact, you sounded even lazier than Kenma (which was honestly impressive).

You flop back on the couch to morph back into a blanket cocoon, ignoring your dejected boyfriend. That didn't stop him from checking on you, though.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh, gee I don't know!" You blubbered sarcastically, sitting back up and clenching your fists. "Exams are coming up and I still don't know the defined value for a fucking Boltzmann Constant, my hair is a mess, I cried for like an hour, I haven't gotten any sleep at all!"

Your breath hitches at the lack of oxygen in your lungs before tears start to well up in your eyes. Here comes the waterworks.

As you felt your mind going hazy from all the crying and the worrying and the ranting, you decided to stop there. One more word could send you puking all over the couch. Your emotions were all over the place, and your body was tired. It was too much.

Luckily, Kuroo sensed your exhaustion, and so without hesitation, he captures your shaking form into his large arms and pulls you closer to his chest. "Shh," he cooes, tracing small circles on your back.

He moves his arms down to your torso as you straddle his lap and bury your face into his neck, crying some more. Usually, straddling his lap meant that you were initiating some sexy time, but that wasn't the case unfortunately.

You sobbed a bit more as Kuroo rubbed your back comfortingly and whispered comforting words until all he could hear were a few muffled whimpers and whines. The sight of you looking so weary and pale, the sound of your cries, and you looking sad in general broke his heart.

Kuroo's your boyfriend, and he knew that you were silently blaming yourself for not keeping up and for breaking down like this, but it isn't your fault.

There was a recognizable increase in graded student work, and it took a huge toll on the students including him and you. Only a robot wouldn't get tired over the amount of work distributed to the students. Not to mention that exams were coming up.

"I'm just so tired, Tetsu. I don't think I can-" You release a gasp, taking in as much oxygen as you could to continue your sentence. "I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm so tired, so tired."

A pair of soft, plush lips attack your own as you finish your small rant, reducing you into a pile of lovesick jello.

"Oh baby, you don't deserve this." Kuroo sighs, letting his left hand rest on your torso and bringing his right hand to caress your cheek. "Why didn't you ask me to help you sooner?"

"I didn't want to become a burden to you! You've tutored me a few times and you know that I'm hard to deal with."

"Now that's not true, [Name]." Kuroo holds your chin gently and tilts your face up towards his so you can make eye contact with him. "I may poke fun at your intelligence sometimes but I enjoy tutoring you. You're never a burden to me, never will."

If it was another person saying those words then you would think that they're just saying that to make you stop crying. But with Kuroo, it's almost fascinating how you can immediately detect the genuineness of his words. There was no room for doubt, because you knew that what he was saying was true.

Damn him.

"Thank you, Tetsu." You breathed, wrapping your own arms around him and giving him a warm peck on the lips. "God, I love you."

You both sat there for a while, before you felt your boyfriend shift in his position to stand up. "Where are you going?" You asked, arms still around him. You were like a little koala clutching your branch as if someone's gonna pop up and steal it.

"I'm preparing a bath. You need to get cleaned up." Kuroo chuckles, gesturing to the food stains littering your shirt.

You were too conked out to take offense at his words, so you give him a little thumbs-up as you slowly recoil your arms from him.

Once he left to go to the bathroom, you took the time to actually view the state of your living room which you created. And good golly, the place looked like a landfill.

Guilty, you pick up a few stationary tools and the pieces of notebook paper from the floor. You then stack the used cups together and set them aside with the two plates of lasagna you have consumed awhile ago.

A few minutes later, you felt two strong arms grab you by the torso and before you knew it, you were hoisted up Kuroo's shoulder.

"Kuroo, put me down!" You squeal, punching his arm.

"I will drop you if you keep moving." He snickers as he brings you to the bathroom.

"You sound like you're about to sell me to the black market."

"I was...considering it."

"KUROO, I SWEAR TO GOD-"

"I'M KIDDING! I'M KIDDING!"

He laughs before putting you down gently, meeting your fuming eyes. At that point he felt like he was about to be sold by the black market by none other than his significant other. Figures.

"Ta-da!"

Your eyes follow Kuroo's direction, taking you by surprise;

You were met with a rose petal bath, and beside the bath is a wooden bath caddy that had your favorite book and a plate of pizza on top of it. Beside the tub stood your favorite scented candles lit up.

"Oh, my god Kuroo."

"Ah, do you not like it? I can run to the store real quick and buy bath bombs." He responds quickly, leg stretched out the door like he was already about to sprint to the nearest Bath and Body Works.

"No, this is amazing! Holy shit, thank you Tetsu." You giggle, earning a prideful grin from Kuroo.

"Ohoh, you're gonna start stripping in front of me? I mean, I don't mind."

"Get out."

"Aww, [Y/N]." He pouts in faux annoyance before making a beeline out the door.

You sigh at your boyfriend, before stripping off your clothes and stepping into the bath tub. The water was cold, but you didn't care. You were just grateful that Kuroo put in all this effort to cheer you up, even just a little bit.

God, you wanted to kiss that smug face of his.

After the 30-minute bath (which honestly felt like 3 minutes), you grab a towel and the pile of clothes Kuroo has laid out for you to change in.

"Hey! How's your bath?" Kuroo calls out from the couch.

"Amazing." You sigh, making a little note in your head to thank him for his unexpected pampering tonight. You look at your boyfriend, expecting a huge prideful smirk plastered on his face, but instead you were met with him pouting. "What? You weren't expecting that answer?"

"Aren't you gonna tell me how much of a great husband I would be?"

"Define 'great husband'."

"Hey!"

bonus:

While you were having your bath, Kuroo took the time to tidy up the mess you made. As he was stacking the papers, he finds your practice test for the upcoming exam. Curious, he takes a look at the first question.

What is the value of Boltzmann's constant?

3.14

He heaves a long, deep sigh; as if he's forcing all oxygen in his lungs to escape his lips. You're gonna need a lot of tutoring.

[bee0bub]

・꒷꒦︶ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𓂅◞

🧺﹗pairing : gojo satoru x gn!reader

‿︵ 2.6k words + fluffy fluff fluff + married au + theres one (1) girlboss joke anyone can be a girlboss ok + not edited/beta read pls (dont) trust my english skills

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎🍵 : why did this take me a week to complete ok anyways this was inspired cause i saw this rlly cute froggy tea set on amazon and i want it pls

So you forgot your wedding anniversary.

It was just like any other day. Your husband wakes up, you wake up with him, you both prepare two plates of pancakes topped with chocolate chips for you and the standard blueberries for him, he quips about how adorable you look half-asleep in the morning, you exchange quick banter, shower shower, your dumbass forgets your towel so you have to scream at the top of your lungs for your husband to get it for you, you put on some clothes, exchange kisses and two of you are out the door. Except, it wasn’t like any other day. The calendar emphasized that for you.

Written in capital bold letters and encircled with an intimidating shade of pink reads “Wedding Anniversary!!”, the ‘i’ distinctly dotted with an adorable heart; a small habit that your husband, Gojo Satoru fell in love with. That wasn’t going to help you any longer, you just forgot one of the most important days of your life.

The last time you felt panicked over a bunch of words is when you almost sampled a box of rat poison instead of cornflakes due to the terrifying similarity of the box, and even a near-death experience couldn’t top the fact you forgot your wedding anniversary! What would Gojo think, does he feel invalidated right now? Does he think that you lost feelings for him- oh god, is he planning to file for a divorce?!

You quickly swat your terrifying thoughts out of your brain. Note to self: never be alone with your thoughts. Another Note to Self: your current and only agenda today is to buy a gift, stat. You just have to play it off like you actually remembered the occasion. This is good. You’re going to be good. No divorces today.

You scramble out the door, before stopping beside Gojo and giving him a cheeky kiss — as if you both were teenagers again. “Happy anniversary, honey. Your gift will come toni-i-ight.” You mumble against his lips, oh the ever intoxicating ones. Gojo chuckles at the double meaning, earning a soft jab on his shoulder from you. “Don’t be crass.”

“I’ll be waitiiiing!” You roll your eyes at the nonchalance of his voice before making a quick dash to your workplace. Your boss is brutal as fuck and he would throw you straight into the mouth of a volcano if you skipped just one day of work to buy an anniversary gift for your husband. From the mental calculations in your head, you had 9 hours of work, only leaving you 3 hours in the day for you to pick out a gift before the mall closes.

You were so desperate, you could just take any item within your reach. But you married Gojo fucking Satoru, and that man isn’t easy to please. Go figure.

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Yeah, Gojo was screwed. As soon as he heard the word “anniversary” leave your mouth, his brain immediately went haywire, tuning out anything but the strings of consonants and vowels you verbalized. Yup, this is the most fabulous time for his braincells to go out to lunch and make your sentences seem like jumbles and mumbles to Gojo’s ears. The “Out To Lunch.” sign is practically posted on his brain right now.

Uncharacteristically, Gojo’s ears only pick up the sentence, “your gift will come toni-i-ight”. He reacts coyly to the unintentional innuendo.

After you left for work, Gojo immediately teleports himself to the shopping mall not far from the house. He had no less than 5 hours before you returned home, which is a lotta hours. Gojo could just waltz in a jewelry store, buy a pendant that looks promising, wrap it and slap a half-assed written note on it. But hell, you deserved more than that. If he could buy the entire world for you, he would. You were his partner and he would rather kill himself than give you a half-assed gift.

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As soon as your boss dismissed the meeting, you immediately ran to the direction of the nearest shopping mall, thank god your work shoes also worked as running shoes. As you ran to the mall, you scourge through your bag for your wallet, hoping you had enough to buy an apt gift. What you saw in your bag was a good amount of cash.

What you didn’t see, however, is the fact that you were walking straight into the glass doors to the mall.

Sure, you did hit your head and grabbed a whole crowd’s attention along with two security guards who were about to call an ambulance, but hey! At least you didn’t hit the ground too hard. It took at least 3 minutes for you to regain your balance from the fall. The only thing you were worried about at that moment is that it’ll probably take you at least three years for you to regain your dignity. You kind of wished you actually lost consciousness and crossed the Styx right then and there due to the embarrassing looks and noises of worry from the bystanders.

Thank God Gojo wasn’t with you to experience your demise, he wouldn’t live that down for centuries.

Like a true girlboss, you balanced your stance and walked right inside the mall while trying to distract yourself from the throbbing pain on the back of your head. The bright lights of the building added more to the pain, but today’s agenda isn’t about that. You had to get a gift, stat.

Your eyes roamed the million shops and pop-up stores; Monocle, Gucci, Calvin Klein, Louis Vuitton — jesus, you might have to sell your soul to afford any of that. The mannequins dressed in posh outfits situated behind the big windows and the golden letters spelling out designer brand names dominated the mall, but you found a cute antique shop that displayed two grandfather clocks and 5 very creepy porcelain dolls on the window display.

Interesting.

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Never let Gojo go 5 feet near an arcade, because he will stay there for hours — probably a whole week if he could.

Gojo snickers to himself as he greedily watches the Flappy Bird machine spit out an endless line of tickets, all piling up on the arcade floor. Before he could make his grand exit as the Flappy Bird king, he puts his hand on some kid’s shoulder — also known as Gojo’s current and unofficial official arch nemesis, as if he’s not a married 28-year-old guy with a full-time job.

“Come to me when you beat my high score, kid.” He yammers, earning an annoyed whine and a string of complaints from the booger-picking, gum-chewing kid that has been watching and commenting on the sorcerer’s play for the past 38 minutes like a Let’s play Youtube video.

It was no surprise that as soon as Gojo warped into the mall, his first destination was — no, not a clothing store, or a jewelry store, or any possible store with a potentially exceptional wedding anniversary gift — but the arcade. For his own expense. The ultimate 3200-ticket prize looked really cool on the display window. Plus, you get to be on the Wall of Fame! Endless bragging rights!

The buckets of tickets spilling out of the brim and dangling like chains, which were owned by none other than your husband yourself, garnered jealous looks from each and every kid in that arcade. With those buckets, he was sure that he’d get the ultimate arcade prize and have a photograph of him hung up on the ‘Wall of Fame’. The arcade ticket collector counted Gojo’s tickets, much to their dismay since he obtained a lot of tickets, and came to the number of 1000. Not enough.

The catalog of prizes for 1000 tickets seemed okay; A Buzz Lightyear (correction: a Zap Lightmonth — an obvious rip-off of an iconic Disney character) action figure, a glow-in-the-dark fidget spinner, a tacky glitter phone case, and last month’s Bonny Wedding Fair magazine.

Oh fucjk. It dawned on him. He was supposed to get you a wedding anniversary.

Surely he can’t give you a glow-in-the-dark fidget spinner unless he wants to see the face of the Grim Reaper, you deserve better than that! Swallowing his pride, Gojo stuffs the piles of tickets in his front pocket (which surprisingly fits) and dashed straight out the arcade and enters the nearest store within his line of sight.

That being, an antique store.

Thank God the antique store was littered in tall bookshelves displaying different gizmos and trinkets that looked older than Gojo himself, forming aisles in the shop like a grocery store. Otherwise Gojo would find out that right now, you are at that same shop, and you both are looking for one thing because you both forgot it.

Yes, he is at the same shop you’re in right now. No, Gojo does not realize that he is quite literally an aisle away from you.

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Your head was still throbbing in pain from the fall you took outside the mall, leaving you unable to focus on getting a gift. At that point, you wanted to grab the 1960 Pin-Up themed calendar displayed on the wall and smash it on your head to prevent that stupid pounding on the back of your head. Realistically, it would add to the damage — you just really wanted to hit something.

It was like the Gods of Antique shops heard your desperate cries, because as soon as you whipped your head around to another aisle, your eyes are met with the cutest tea set you’ve seen in your life: a big ole froggy teapot accompanied with two tadpole mugs. Oh my stars, it was adorable.

It’s the perfect gift for Gojo, hell you even wanted it yourself.

You run to the direction of the adorable fucking tea set, almost throwing yourself onto the item so that you could grab it, purchase it and call it a day. You reach for the tea set, fingers itching to touch the glassiness of the frog teapot, except you couldn’t.

Right then and there, a customer snatched the tea set right before your eyes, as if you weren’t there. As if you weren’t the first person to see it.

Oh Lord, you’re not going down without a fight.

“Hi, uh, are you going to take that—“

“[Name]?”

Oh fuck.

Oh shit oh fuck oh fuck. That voice sounds so familiar. You didn’t want it to sound familiar. You were afraid that if you turn your head, you’re going to see — yep.

Your handsome husband, the blindfolded bastard himself, Gojo Satoru.

Okay, this is bad. You didn’t want to reveal that you had forgotten a wedding anniversary and is now buying a gift now, so you could just let Gojo purchase the tea set because it seems like he really wanted it. But at the same time, that gift was perfect. You didn’t want to let him go under the impression that you were buying a gift for yourself while remaining gift-less for him. You wanted to give the tea set yourself.

Little did you know that Gojo’s thinking the same thing for you, thoughts running wild as he devises a plan in his head on how to get the tea set. It was perfect and you knew that you’d be gushing over it like a little kid.

“Sa-to-ru!” You squeak, voice heightening after every syllable — a quirk that activates when you’re hiding something. “What are you doing here?!”

You didn’t mean to make the question sound so, panic-stricken. Like you were caught cheating on your husband or something.

“[Name]!!” Yeah, he was panicking too. “What are you doing here?!”

“I was just- buying a trinket, that’s all. The doll in the window looked really cool.”

You cried watching Annabelle. Gojo knew you weren’t a fan of dolls.

“That’s all? Okay, I’ll just be getting this-“ Gojo quickly reaches for the frog tea set as if he was about to “dibs” it before you screamed the most panicked “no wait!!” he’s ever heard.

“I was gonna buy that too.” You grit between your teeth as you place your dominant hand on the tea set, stacking your hand on Gojo’s.

“That’s too bad, because I saw it first.” He slowly pushes the tea set to his direction, like a chess grandmaster watching their opponent’s reaction as they move their pawn across the board.

“Cheater! I definitely saw it first than you!” “You’re the cheater, [Name] darling! Don’t make me pull out the domain expansion.” “You wouldn’t dare!”

“[Name], I need that tea se-“

Both your eyes drifted over to the mentioned tea set, before locking eyes with an empty space on the shelf. If it was a cartoon, the dotted silhouette of the tadpole mugs and the frog teapot would be blinking on the empty space like a neon sign. While you and your husband were fighting like children, someone that didn’t reach both your peripheral visions managed to ninja their way into getting the tea set for themselves. All that embarrassing bickering for nothing.

“Okay, this is getting childish.” You sighed. Honesty is the best policy they say, but what you were about to say may take down the entire relationship to dust and debris. “Satoru, I forgot our wedding anniversary so I went down here to get you a gift and I saw this teapot and- and I thought it was really cute and I wanted to give it to you mysel-“

Your rambles were quickly shut down by a tight hug from none other than Gojo himself. Usually, his form of shutting you up when you’d get carried away with your prattles is a trite kiss on the lips, but it seems like Gojo wants to switch it up today.

You hear a shaky, relieved sigh beside your ear as the arms snaked around your waist tightens consecutively. “Thank God.” “What do you mean?”

“I may have forgotten our anniversary too.” All of Gojo’s pride and even the sliver of confidence present in his voice thrown out the window. He could’ve just played it cool and acted like he’s the most aware person in the relationship, but that was all a lie. He didn’t want to make you feel bad, worse of all, he didn’t want you to overthink. It was true you were better than him anyway. “I also wanted to get you that tea set cause the frog looked like you.” “Hey!”

“Baby, it was a cute frog!”

Your giggles filled the air, making Gojo wish that he had a voice recorder to capture your adorable giggles and play it on loop. “So, that means you aren’t mad? For forgetting probably one of the most magical day of our life?” “Baby, of course not! We’ve been so swamped with work- I’m just glad you tried to find a way to redeem yourself.” He was right. You both were drowning in workload, so it was easy to forget things. Hell, the only way you kept track of what day it is in the week is from all the deadlines your boss practically threw at you. It was absolute hell.

“You’re right. God, I love you.” “Also, magical day of our life? You thought that me barreling down the stairs on our wedding day and you following suit is magical?”

You cackle at the memory of Gojo walking you down the stairs of the magical building that you both just married in, surrounded by all your family and friends, before he missed a step and practically threw himself onto the bottom of the stairs. His Infinity saved him from fucking dying but his hand was still vigorously wrapped around your wrist. And you had no Infinity. Thank God for Gojo Satoru’s back for cushioning your fall.

“I should’ve gotten you like, weighted boots or something.”

“Me too.” Both you and Gojo shared a look, remembering why you guys came to the mall in the first place. “Race you there.”

[bee0bub]

・꒷꒦︶ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒 𓂅◞

🧺﹗pairing : atsumu miya + gn!reader

‿︵ 261 words + angsty angst angst drabble + tw: cheating

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎🍵 : repost of my old work :] also i do not headcanon atsumu as a cheater !! i just wanted to make angst and he was the first character who came in mind hehe

After seeing all the signs, it was safe to say that you knew. You knew your boyfriend was cheating on you.

You knew it the moment you caught Atsumu leaving an empty classroom with a girl, hair disheveled and buttons inserted into the wrong slots. He had a blissed-out smile on his face that quickly dropped as soon as his eyes met yours.

You knew it the moment you watched your boyfriend’s phone vibrate with notifications, each and all of them being messages from a user you never heard of.

kissesxox01: come over :( im bored

kissesxox01: Attachment: 2 images

Curiosity did kill that damn cat — because when your inquisitive fingers danced over the screen to click on the images, you were met with selfies of that same girl from the classroom; body clad with nothing but sultry lingerie.

You knew it the moment your best friend sent you a video of your boyfriend and that same fucking girl, paired with the caption ‘did you guys break up?!’

You knew that Atsumu had no feelings for you. You knew that he started treating you like some plaything he could discard later on the moment he met that girl. You knew that he didn’t give a single shit about you.

But yet, as you trace little shapes and circles on your boyfriend’s chest, breathing softly as he strokes your back gradually — even though you know that he’s texting that same girl with his other hand, you knew that you still loved him. And frankly? You weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

[bee0bub]

・꒷꒦︶ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄 / JJK 𓂅◞

🧺﹗characters : yuuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki

‿︵ jujutsu kaisen headcanons + fluff

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎🍵 : ur so cute when u reblog <3 will be making a part 2 with all the other characters cause i have a great excuse to be looking at cats

OO1. Yuuji Itadori

﹔He doesn’t go to a cat cafe against his will, babie INITIATES IT PLEASE- he drags megumi and nobara along with him !! He’s having the time of his life, petting cats back n forth.

﹔The cats, however, HATE his energy. Yuuji doesn’t notice it, but the cats try to distance themselves away from him because he radiates golden retriever energy😔 Has so much fun tho !! Will go back again, unfortunately for the cats.

﹔DEFINITELY NAMED ONE JENNIFER CAUSE YOU KNOW

OO2. Megumi Fushiguro

﹔Was forced by my boy Yuuji. One of his 7 shikigami are Divine Dogs so naturally, people would assume that he hates cats. In reality, he fawkin loves them so much because they’re quiet and super chill (most of them are grr i see u mingming jk ily my dear cat) which is a huge contrast from his two besties. Megumi needs to take a break from them once in a while😭

﹔Vibes quietly with the cats and honestly they woulda loved him if he didn’t smell like a dog LMAO

﹔The cat cafe owners definitely developed a huge crush on him and one of them asked for his number which he declined politely :> i mean come on I would’ve done the same tbh anywayz

OO3. Nobara Kugisaki

﹔OH MY GOD DUDE SHE’D FIT RIGHT IN WITH THE CATS!!!

﹔Except for one, she has developed a furry nemesis in the cat cafe. There’s this one ragdoll who just won’t warm up to her and she’s PISSED cause it’s the cutest one out of the entire cafe n also Yuuji and Megumi make fun of her for it😭

﹔She’d see the ragdoll curled up on Yuuji’s lap and she’d be fuming lemme tell you. Would shake those little cat toys thing and would even surrender to baby-talk; but the ragdoll just won’t go to her!!! Eventually she gives up and babies the other cats, like a big “fuck you” to the ragdoll. (LMAO AS IF IT’S GONNA RESPOND)

[bee0bub]

・꒷꒦︶ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 / HQ 𓂅◞

🧺﹗pairing : tendou satori x fem!reader (no pronouns but reader calls herself mommy [not nsfw])

‿︵ 649 words (this one's short !! ) + childhood friends + tendou develops a teeny tiny crush for reader awie + smol tendou

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎🍵 : repost of my old works :] also i think the title is different on my wattpad but im not sure HSHAUSDA

The first time Tendou saw you, his shirt was covered in mud. Words like “freak” and “monster” were written on the back of his shirt. Dirt was scattered across his face and he looked like he was about to burst into tears. A bunch of children his age, some with globs of dirt and mud ensnared in their grubby little hands, surrounded him. To make matters worse, all of them were laughing.

Elementary truly was a cruel time for Tendou Satori.

He wanted to burst into tears, to cry so hard that his eyes fall off his sockets and everything around him would disappear. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die — no, he would much rather die. Right there.

He remembers the times his classmates isolated him because he looked like a ‘monster’. He remembers the times he overheard the parents of his classmates call him ‘weird-looking’ or even ‘ugly’. He remembers the time he overheard his grandma — his own grandma — suggest to Tendou’s parents that they should ‘put a bag over his head’.

He was reminded that he is ugly, every single day. Tendou thought that it’ll never stop. That everyone he meets will think he’s ugly. That no one will truly love him because of his looks. That the bullying will never stop and he’ll be reminded that he is a monster forever.

That is, until you came in.

The first time Tendou laid his eyes on you, he thought that you were beautiful. A lot of elementary boys would be too prideful to admit their crush, but Tendou would gladly tell everyone how beautiful you are.

You were wearing an adorable shirt with a smiley-face plastered on the front and polka-dot leggings. You had sparkly hair clips that kept your unruly hair in place and a Loom Band wrapped around your wrist to complete your look. From a teen and older’s perspective, that outfit would look like shit. But from a 10-year-old’s perspective, that outfit is the shit.

You were popular amongst your classmates, not only because of your outfit but because of your looks, and Tendou could see that. You were the cause for every bashful boy to blush during recess and every girl in the classroom to fight over who gets to play on the monkey bars with you.

Tendou expected you to join in on the bullying and laugh at him hysterically, but what he didn’t expect is for you to stomp in anger, stick out your tongue at the crowd and yell out the words, “Leave him alone, you bunch of meanies!” You cross your arms over your chest to establish dominance. “Or else I’m telling teacher!”

It was almost like wizardry how the group went silent and scattered across the playground over the word “teacher”.

You pout at the dissipating crowd before turning over to the dirt-covered boy. “Are you okay?”

His small eyes were still wide, in shock. No one ever stood up to him like that. He was so used to people looking at him in pity and passing by like they didn’t just see an elementary student getting beat up for his looks. The world is a cruel place.

“What’s your name?” Your question interrupts his small reverie. He looked up to search your eyes for any hint of mockery or fake compassion; but alas, he found nothing but genuine curiousness.

“Tendou...Satori.” “Hi, Satori! You can call me [Y/N]!” God, why were you so cute? “Come on, let’s play house. You’ll be the daddy and I’ll be the mommy.”

He vividly remembered that moment. That was the exact moment when the skies took pity on the dirt-faced boy, and sent an angel — one with nonpareil features and a heart so golden that even King Midas won’t be able to get his hands on — to be his first best friend in forever.

[bee0bub]

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