Do you think there could be a chance where reader and bully! gojo meet again years later and try again? Maybe š„¹
part one here ā contents. fem! reader, exes to lovers, neighbors to lovers, slight nsfw so minors do not interact, slight angst but itās a hopeful (pretty much happy) ending, idk what else lmk what i missed
imagine you guys are neighborsāyou accidentally meet when youāre both walking up to your apartment doors one night after work. he pauses, and you can feel eyes staring into you from the side so you look over and yeah. wow. thereās your worst heartbreak of your youth standing right there in all his glory, staring at you like youāre a figment of his imagination come true. like he never expected to see you again (you suppose he probably didnāt).
āhey,ā he says softly. satoru has never been one to greet someone first, never been the one to reach out and bridge the gap himself. he always waits to be approached. that much has surprisingly changed since the last time you saw him.
āohā¦ā you trail off, āhi. itās you.ā
you donāt seem half as happy to see him as he does youābut that much is to be expected, of course. satoru didnāt have the luxury of moving on, you can tell because you still can read him just as easy after all these years. like he hasnāt changed the small quirks about him, like heās still tried desperately to hold onto his past because thatās where you were. he still looks desperately in love like the night you left him.
itās pathetic, you wanna say. to still be in love for so long. when itās so clearly over and thereās no coming back. a small part of you is filled with this sick, evil satisfaction that heās still thinking about you when you donāt spare him a single thought.
but you suppose youāre not at over him as you thought when thereās this much excitement bubbling into you at his suffering. maybe, if you were actually completely over him, youād be indifferent to him. you wouldnāt forget, but youād forgive. youād hope he learned his lesson and spared another innocent, poor girl from what you suffered for simply loving him. for simply wanting him to feel cherished and special and worth someoneās time.
you hope heās better nowānot for yourself, but for someone else. he doesnāt deserve a second of your time.
āyou live here?ā he asks, mildly shocked.
youāre almost offended. does he mean he thinks you canāt afford to live in the same apartment building as him? or is he just that shocked to see you? nothing about satoru seems genuineāyou canāt help but assume the worst in him.
āyes,ā you say curtly, āi moved here for work.ā (why did you add that? why are you giving an opening to make conversation?)
āoh, really? me too,ā he nods. (why is he making conversation? why couldnāt he have just ignored that opening and spared you the trouble?)
āoh,ā is all you say. itās silent for a bit, and then, āwell, i betterāā
almost like he knows what youāre about to say, he cuts you off with a quick, āi teach now.ā you blink, staring at him in confusion. he rubs his neck as he adds, āi uhā¦i teach at that high school down the block. so uhā¦thatās why i moved here.ā
āthatāsā¦thatās nice,ā you nod awkwardly. why is he telling you all this?
āyeah, my students are really cool,ā he adds with a grināitāsā¦a bit cute, actually. because he means it. his smile is too fond for it to not be true.
this isnāt the satoru you knowāat least, not the one you think is the real satoru. youāre not so sure which side of him is actually him.
āiām glad you enjoy what you do,ā you offer. thereās not much else to say. āiāll be heading in now.ā
āright,ā he coughs, ās-see you around.ā
and then you really do see him around.
sometimes, itās when you both leave in the morningsāhe lets you enter the elevator first and presses the button for you when he gets in. he always lets you exit first too, like he cares to be chivalrous even if youāre not together anymore. sometimes itās when youāre coming homeāheās holding a bag of take out as he walks up to his own door. you suppose heās never been one to cook, and that probably hasnāt changed. sometimes, youāll see him at the grocery store tooāhis cart is usually just filled with snacks and sweets. itās not a very adult like shopping cart, so somethingās evidently never change.
and every time he sees you, he always tries to strike up a conversation. no matter how short of a window your time is. even if itās the forty five second elevator ride from floor one to floor three, heās determined to say something.
today my students got me a giftāitās a pair of sunglasses, because he still apparently loves those.
i got to take my students on a field trip today. iāve been planning it for weeksāthey have to write a paper on it, though. theyāre not too happy about that even if they enjoyed themselves.
today was my student yujiās birthday. i let the others out early to celebrate with himātheyāre apparently all a good bunch of kids. friendly and tight knit in a way satoruās never experienced. he thinks kids should hold onto that. good friends are hard to come by, after all.
and youāre always guarded. always so cautious and careful when you talk to him. sometimes you try to be polite, other times itās abundantly apparent you donāt want to converse. he doesnāt pay it any mind, though. just rambles away and away and away and talks enough for the both of you because heās just happy youāll listen. even if begrudgingly.
and then one night, it happensāitās late and you had to stay extra in the office. youāre grumpy and tired and the only good thing about this is that itās late enough that you probably wonāt run into satoru today.
except heās waiting right there, head against your door as he fidgets with the door knob and grumbles incoherently under his breath.
āstupid damn door,ā he slurs, ājusā fuckinā open.ā
āahem,ā you clear your throatāhe stiffens. āany particular reason youāre trying to break in?ā
he turns to face youāstumbles a little as his glossed eyes look at you in confusion. heās drunkāyou can smell the liquor on him.
āwhadāya mean? ās my door,ā he holds an arm out to gesture at your door.
āno,ā you sigh, pointing to the door next to yours, āthat one is.ā
āoh!ā he perks up, āās why it wasnāt working?ā
āmost likely,ā you nod awkwardly, āthatās usually how that works.ā
you watch as he unceremoniously stumbles over his steps to his doorāhow he tries but fails to get his keys through the key hole before you sigh and take pity on him. you donāt have it in you to leave a drunk person out in the cold, no matter how much (bad) history you might have.
āhere,ā you sigh, grabbing his keys from his hand and opening the door for him. you try to ignore that brief moment of warmth where your hands brushed against each other.
ādo yāknow what today is?ā he mumbles, breath fanning over your shoulder as you open his door.
āiā¦.tuesday?ā you ask, in confusion. he looks crestfallen when you stare his face.
āoh, n-neverāā he stumbles a bit. you catch him before you realize. ānever mind.ā
somehow, you barely manage to help him to his couch before heās passing out, too drunk to really register anything else. satoru never drinks muchāit was the funniest part about him. you used to tease him for it all the time, for being a frat boy who can hardly handle some alcohol.
i like being in control, heād say petulantly, i donāt need to be drunk to have a good time. i am the good time.
you take a quick glance around his place before you can catch yourself. itās not very different from your placeāthe living room is the same size and the structure is more or less the same. his tv is a bit more expensive, and his furniture is more simple. thatās about it.
you glance down at him one last time before walking out and shutting the door behind you. you hesitate for a moment before turning on the screen of your phone to check the dateāit takes you a moment, but then it hits you.
itās the day you broke up. all those years ago. itās certainly been a good fewāyou almost forgot the date, but apparently satoru remembers. he remembers enough to go get shit-faced drunk as if the memory is too much to bear.
does he do this every year? drink away his sorrows every anniversary of the day you left him? does he really still care that much? why hasnāt he moved on?
and then you stop thinking about it. itās not your problem.
but then you justā¦canāt help but be a bit more gentle around him. it happens without your control. maybe itās muscle memory. maybe youāre finally letting your muscles relax and do that involuntary thing of their own that they do.
evidently thatās to be more soft with the boy who broke your heart. except heās a man now, you suppose. he shouldāve been a man when you dated himābut youāre glad he grew up eventually. even if you couldnāt be there with him for it.
but youāre a bit more friendly with him nowāyou suppose you can coexist with your talkative neighbor that also happens to be your awful ex boyfriend. you answer him a bit more when he talks to you, ask him about his students when he brings them upāhe brightens so much when you do. itāsā¦.painfully endearing.
yuji is sweet, a little too kind for his own good. nobara is a little tough to soften up, but once you do, she loves tenfold. megumi is a grump, but heās a real softie. yuta is a bit socially awkward, but heās got a good heart. maki is all business and very studious, but sheās a determined young girl. panda is not a pandaāhis name is odd but heās funny. toge is quiet, but he looks out for people.
theyāre good kids. he cares a great deal about them.
and then you start to tell him about your job. how your boss is another baldy thatās annoyingājust like the professor you both shared. he chuckles at that. your coworkers are a good gossip, but youād never go hang out with them outside of work. well, maybe except for oneāutahime is a nice person, even if a bit of a priss sometimes.
itās nice, talking to him. heās funny, makes banter easily like itās second nature. sometimesā¦.sometimes it feels like old times. youāre not so sure how you feel about that, but you think itās not bad. you can be grown ups, the two of you. you can be adults and ignore your immature past. the hurt is still there, but itās manageable now. doesnāt linger and doesnāt weigh on you anymore.
sometimes satoru still stares at you in that way he did all those years ago, sometimes he still stutters over his words and loses his train of thought when he meets your eyes. he still loves youāyou knew that from the start.
you stopped loving him a long time ago. thatās what you thought, anywayābut sometimes seeing satoru isā¦.too familiar. it makes you feel things you thought you buried away for good. maybe itās just deja vu, maybe itās just the history speaking for itself.
or maybeā¦maybe youāre starting to tread a more dangerous path. the one that led you to your first, and worst heartbreak. you canāt step foot on that path again, no matter what.
thatās what you tell yourself, anywayābut satoru and you are talking one night. in front of your doors, like usual. youāre excited from a raise at work, and heās excited because his students have done exceptionally on their final exams and youāre both celebratory in spirit enough that it turns into a cheery hugāand thenā¦and then youāre kissing.
that wasnāt supposed to happen, but it does. you donāt know who kisses who, but youāre both wrapped up in each other and your lips are pressed against the others and oh, he feels so, so familiar.
like home. even if itās not always safe to be there anymore, itās still your home. you canāt let go of that nostalgia.
and then his hands cup your cheeks and your arms wrap around his neck and suddenly heās in your bedāyour door was already unlocked and the two of you somehow managed to stumble through the entire apartment until your back hits your mattress. your place is similar enough to his that he finds your room without any issues.
it was never supposed to happenāthe shedding of clothes and the desperately needy kisses. the way you held his face and he held you. the way he trembled as he touched you, scared heād mess it up again. the way you laced your fingers and kissed him between his brows like old times.
and then he fucks you like he means it. has his head in the crook of your neck and sniffles into your skin, rolls his hips and makes you mewl his name while he tells you every good thing about you.
youāre beautiful, the prettiest heās ever seen. youāre so soft when you love, so delicate with the ones who hold your affection, itās too much for anyone to deserve. youāre laugh is like music, a melody thatās impossible to grow tired of. but the most important part? you look at everyone like theyāre worth somethingājust for existing, just for being there with you and crossing your path. worth your time, and energy, and compassion. they never have to work for it.
itās rare, finding someone like that. itās even more rare to get them to fall in love with youāsatoru has never stopped regretting letting that go.
he whispers that all through breathy moans and the occasional cracked sob. whimpers when your fingers lock into his hair and pull the strands when his swollen tip kisses that spot he never forgot how to find. you cum first, falling apart with a gaspāand he cums right after, like feeling you is what it takes to make him come undone.
you still do that thing you didārubbing his back as he spills into you, soothing him as he pants harshly into your skin. the only difference is that you donāt kiss his head sweetly and call him yours. god, he misses that so, so badly.
when his body slumps over yours, itās when it hits you, what you just did.
āoh no,ā you breathe, āoh god. weā¦.we shouldnāt have done that, should we?ā you ask tiredly.
satoruās lip is tremblingāhe canāt bear to have you regret him. not again.
āi love you,ā he says desperately, āiā¦i never stopped.ā
āobviously you didnāt love me enough,ā you mumble, not looking at him. itās something youāve realizedālooking satoru in his eyes makes you weak.
you canāt have that.
āiāll love you more than enough now,ā he promises.
āwhat if i say i donāt love you anymore, satoru?ā you challenge, āitās been years. i didnāt wait around for you.ā
his breath shakes at that. you think you got him there, but apparently heās determined. it shocks you.
āthen iāll love enough for the both of us.ā
for a moment, you canāt help but think if only everyone could see him now. years later. gojo satoru begging you to let him love you hard enough that you donāt have to. being okay with half of you because thatās better than none of you.
itās almost comical. maybe a little sad. entirely avoidable if heād just been brave from the start.
āthatās not fair to you,ā you sigh, āyouāre an asshole butā¦but you donāt deserve that. you deserve someone who can love youāā
āthen iāll show you,ā he grabs your hand, pressing it to his face as he looks at you with enough hope that itās almost too cruel to crush it. even for someone like him. āiāll show you how to love me again. itāll be easier this time. i promise.ā
thereās a tear that slips down his cheekāand then another and another and another. and your thumb, just like muscle memory, swipes it away.
you want to tell himāitās always been so, so easy to love satoru. easier than anything in the world. easier than loving yourself. it came like second nature, flowed through your blood stream and pumped through your heart. you loved him so easily.
you wish heād loved himself a little bit easier back then. maybe heād have realized who was worth keeping and who wasnāt. maybe heād be happier nowāa selfish part of you thinks you couldāve been happier that way too.
āsatoru,ā you sigh, āi have more self respect these days.ā
āi know,ā he nods, āiāll be goodāso good. i promise. iāll wake you up with breakfast in bed and we can have three cats and iāll pay for the vet visits. just like you always wanted.ā
you canāt help but chuckle at that. heās always known how to be charming at the right times.
āand what about the fancy window i always wanted?ā
āiāll get you one of those too,ā he swears, āfind us a nice place by the school and your job and weāll be the best cat parents ever. and iāll be good. so good.ā
āi canāt do that all again,ā you shake your head, ācrying over someone like you is not worth it.ā
āi wonāt make you cry,ā he insists.
something in you screams to believe himāthat voice from your youth. that one that never quite stopped falling in love. that one that canāt ever really let him go.
āyou donāt deserve me,ā you mumble, pulling him close. he tucks his head into your neck, kisses your skin and breathes you in like he needs you to live.
maybe he does.
āi know,ā he murmurs. ābut i love you. iāll make you love me again.ā
āgood luck,ā you snortāyour hand weaves into his hair, and your lips kiss his head.
wellā¦.maybe heās already succeeded.
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IN A WORLD FULL OF BOYS, HEāS A GENTLEMAN ! | TOM BLYTH
PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader
SUMMARY. despite being in a world filled of childish boys, your boyfriend was definitely a gentleman, always putting you before him
AUTHORS NOTE. the third installment because we love tom blyth and yn avocot. I recommend reading part 1 and 2 for more context!
tomblyth ābabe, do you think weāre together in every universe?ā is that even a question?
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ynuser stoppp i didnāt know youd actually take the question seriously
user1 get you a man like tom blyth bc oh my god
user2 idk what yn did to manifest him but i need her ways
user3 ugh idk what heās doing with her lol he could do so much better
ā„ user4 well someone had to say it..
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You didnāt understand how some people on the internet can be so . . . mean. Although there have been countless of fans cheering you and Tom on, it didnāt make it any less hurtful that there were still a ton who werenāt scared to be open about how much your boyfriend could do better.
Itās ironic; you think. Theyāre claiming theyāre looking out for Tom, yet totally disregarding him and his girlfriend as human beings? Those werenāt real fans.
The reason for them hating you so much? Just for simply being with Tom. Everybody wanted him, that was your crime.
Everytime you got lost in your thoughts about this topic, Tom knew. Boyfriend instincts, he called them, but really, he was just a caring and observant person.
You tried not to break down over it, you really did, but a girl could only go on for so long before it all bursts out. Luckily, Tom pulls you right in, telling you to let it all out.
Although the world was filled with childish and hurtful beings, Tom Blyth was still who he was, a gentleman, attending to your every needs.
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tomblyth really dgaf if you like my girlfriend or not cause i do and thatās all that matters
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user5 im cryinf the polaroid he has of her
user6 YES REAL MEN STAND UP FOR THEIR GFS
user7 ALL THE PICS HE HAS OF HER š„¹š„¹
tomblythswife oh to be yn avocot and be loved by tom blyth
rachelzegler tell āem š
user8 she doesnāt even comment on the posts he makes abt her, so self centered lol
ā„ ynuser Iām right next to him rn?? cant say the same thing about you ālolā
ā„ user9 OH SHE ATE YOU UP @/user8
tomblyth_daily here are some clips of tom talking about his relationship in his new interview! GET YOU A MAN THATS LIKE TOM BLYTH š£ļøš£ļøš£ļø
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user10 the way heās so passionate when talking about her and being a good boyfriend, God I hate being single
user11 ātheyāre not even that cuteā STFU AND GO WATCH THIS INTERVIEW CAUSE ??
user12 tom blyth said put aside your nonchalant attitudes, im looking at YOU MEN š«µš«µ
ilovetomblyth heās so boyfriend it actually hurts
user13 yn mustāve saved a continent in her past life to be dating tom blyth omg
ynuser girls, before you have a meltdown over a boy: think of what balleona laurent would do. kiss and manipulate coriolanus!
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tomblyth you kiss and manipulate me too
ā„ ynuser youāre gonna get me CANCELLED
user14 literal unbothered icon i love her
user15 if i were her id post a tiktok with that audio āhe chose me he donāt want youā
iloveyn SHES SO FUNNY
lionsgate us when behind the scenes photo of balleona š»
ā„ user16 lmao stop whoās the admin of lionsgate
user17 balleona is such a bad person but oh is she hot
tomblyth she was like a shot of espresso
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ynuser i love u more than words can describe blyth
user18 ok whoās cutting onions
user19 GIRLS, GUYS, THEY THEMS, STOP SETTLING FOR BARE MINIMUM WHEN TOM BLYTH LITERALLY CALLED HIS GF A SHOT OF ESPRESSO, GIVES HER FLOWERS EVERYDAY, AND TALKS ABT HER ALL THE TIME IN HIS INTERVIEWS
ā„ user20 YELL IT HARDER SISTER ššš
user21 this is so dark academica im inlove with u guys
user22 parentssss
rachelzegler my favorites
ynuser SNOW LANDS ON TOP LOSERS
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tomblyth yn, i love you but
ā„ user23 LMFAOO when he doesnāt finish his sentence
user24 the second pic thank u yn
joshandresrivera on top of u maybe
ā„ user25 IM DYING OML
user26 thank you to lionsgate for casting the most hottest villain couple ever
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