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Bakugou x f!reader Warnings/Tags: simp Bakugou, hero battles, gun usage, bullet wounds, hero injuries, blood, self doubt, you and Bakugou both sustain injuries, an allusion to death of unnamed villain, quick mention of gore, PTSD flashbacks, a mention of drugging/non consensual alcohol use, grooming, mention of previous kidnapping, Yakuza members, mention of vomit once, mention of addiction, allusion to rape although it never happens, Word Count: 7k Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI!

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As the days passed on, your classes with Professor Kubo were going by great. She was teaching you a fuck ton, and she tied some of her lessons into vigilantism in order for the connection to make the transition easier. You loved it so far, even if there were a few pieces in the foundation of hero society that you didn’t necessarily agree with.

After about two weeks of lessons, were you ready to go patrolling with Bakugou, although you had to pick up your costume first. All of it was kinda daunting, honestly, knowing that people would make a big fuss about you being with him, some new hero nobody’s ever seen before. You were worried bigger villains would come out of the woodworks, try to take a shot at the number four hero with you accompanying him, just to throw him off. You were even scared of the fangirls, and how they would react seeing you walk with him, maybe even sharing a kiss or two in the alleyways.

Your face warms at the thought of that, tucking your chin to your chest as you glance at Bakugou from the other side of the elevator. He’s cussing someone out on the phone, but he looks over to you, catching your eye and lifting an eyebrow in question. But you don’t say anything, try not to stare at the way his stupid lips purse when the person on the other side of the phone says something stupid again.

When you finally reach the floor that Eddie resides on, does he finally get off of the phone. Bakugou doesn’t say anything, only gestures a hand in front of him for you to get off first, and follows after you in the open studio.

“Finally, you’re here!” Eddie calls out with a grin, clapping his hands at your arrival. “I just finished your costume last night, it really stumped me.” He tells you, whizzing away from you just as quickly as he approached you. He turns on his heel, beelining to a small walk-in dressing room that you hadn’t noticed before. You send Bakugou a look, but he only shakes his head at you.

“Go ‘head,” he tells you, voice gruff as Eddie holds the door open with a grin. You eye the eccentric man, slowly walking into the dressing room.

“If you made me some ugly shit, then I’ll blow your kneecaps out.” You promise him, pulling the handle to the door closed yourself. His face lights up before he disappears though, and you hear him mumble something to Bakugou about character development. Shit head.

You turn to the only piece of clothing on a hanger clipped to the back of the door, your eyebrows damn near touching your hairline as you take everything in. You had let Eddie know a couple of days ago that you wanted to change his original design some; no long sleeves, nothing heavy for flexibility, and definitely no heels. So what hangs in front of you now makes you a little more than giddy with excitement.

“Goddamn, it doesn’t even take you this long to get ready in the morning! What’re ya doin’ in there?” Bakugou asks after a few minutes, banging his fist lightly on the door. You ignore him in favor of taking all of it in, turning this way and that, face softening at the sight in front of you. This feels…right.

“You need some help?” Bakugou asks in a lower tone next, and you can only imagine the way his face is pressed to the door, how his ears are probably redder than your tattoo. You swing the door open quickly, snickering at his pained grunt when you hit him with it, muttering,

“No, pervert.” But you’re smiling as you exit, eyes casted low as you stare down at yourself. “Whaddya think?” You ask him and Eddie, smoothing a hand down your legs as you finally work up the courage to look at them.

Eddie is smiling bigger than you’ve ever seen, jumping up and down on the balls of his feet, clapping all six of his hands excitedly. He’s blabbering on and on about something, but as you turn to Bakugou, whose eyes finally open after rubbing his nose, does he still.

His eyes roam your figure, and you would think that you’d feel icky, feel slimy and gross and too vulnerable at the way he drinks you in. Like how Mr. Riku would stare at you whenever you’d come home and he would be lingering in the hallways. Like how men would stare at you whenever you’d walk down the street in leggings and dresses. Like how your abuser would stare at you whenever he dressed you up all prettily.

But…it doesn’t. It doesn’t give you those same feelings of bugs crawling under your skin, of bile rising to the back of your throat. No, instead, with the way Bakugou looks at you, you feel—you feel confident? Is that the word? Like you could strut and model in only a paper bag and still hold your chin high, your smile unwavering? The way he looks at you makes you like what you’re wearing, makes the self blame of needing to wear something bigger, looser, less revealing, dissipate right into thin air.

And you didn’t even think that this costume would be worth the way he trips over his words and how his eyes haven’t left you yet.

Your new costume consists of a sage green halter romper, the legs reaching down just below your knee with built in kneepads in the thick material. There are different spaces and pockets, where you guess you’ll fit multiple guns and knives onto, even a tanned belt that holds more weaponry and ammo. There’s barely a slither of skin where the dull brown knee high boots meet the material, heavy and tall, with even more pockets for weapons. You have forearms sleeves that hide a small compartment for small medical tools, and what you’re guessing, even more knives (damn, that’s a lotta weapons). There’s a sleeveless jacket that comes with it, reaching the back of your calves and a hood that hides a majority of your face, and thankfully, your ass too.

“I tried the mask on, but I figured you guys would wanna see the costume without it first.” You mumble after sometime has passed with both of them admiring you. It seems to snap Bakugou out of his trance, shaking his head as he straightens his back, hands resting on his hips. He nods to you once, before gesturing to the dressing room for you to retrieve it, movements mechanical and awkward.

“Gotta get the full effect.” Bakugou grunts to you, one of his hands covering his mouth, eyes still captivated by you in your new costume. Your face burns at how fucking shameless he is, turning quickly to get the final piece of your costume. You click it into place before turning around again, Eddie swooning dramatically.

“Can I get your autograph?” He asks you, voice high pitched as he bounces on the balls of his feet again. You only roll your eyes at him, biting back a laugh before looking at Bakugou again.

“It’s nice, right?” You ask him, fiddling with the heavy material of the mask. It’s more form fitting than your previous one, and covers your face only from your nose on down with a circular space open for your mouth, curving around your jaw perfectly. It’s a dark brown, almost black in color, the feeling heavy but the fabric soft like velvet, etchings of sharp teeth around the hole where your mouth lies. It feels a little similar to your mask as the Red Medusa, and in a way, you feel as though you’re paying homage to your roots.

“Really nice.” Bakugou says simply, hand still covering his mouth before he drags it down, reaching around to scratch at the back of his neck. He clears his throat a few times, eyes drinking you in, and you spin for him because he looks like he’s fucking dying for you to do so, but so hesitant in asking.

“How does it feel?” Bakugou asks you, arms crossed before he fits them in his pockets and then hangs them loosely by his sides before crossing them again. It makes you laugh at how awkward he is, face scrunching up at his reddening cheeks and frown when he sees that you’re catching on to him.

“Really great, actually,” you answer, standing in front of the wall length mirror beside the dressing room (why so many mirrors, you have no clue). You admire yourself, nodding a few times as you take everything in. “It’s really comfortable, easy to move in, has a lotta pockets. I love it, thank you.”

You direct the last part to Eddie, reaching over to shake his hand. He grins at you, the other five arms reaching out to shake your hand too, and you can only laugh and shake your head at his excitement. When you finally pull away, you step back, staring at yourself once more in the mirror.

This feels…really right. Makes you feel whole, like you’ve been missing out on what you should’ve been doing this whole time. But you won’t forget the Red Medusa, and you vow to continue on helping those who need it most.

…

“Ready for your first day patrolling?” Bakugou asks you as you stand outside of his agency’s building. Everything has become so daunting so quick; the reality of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. You had basked in the attention and praise (not that you’d admit it if anyone asked) when you showed off your new costume to Bakugou’s friends. It all felt so easy, just a sweet little intermission before the real show began. And as it was starting, you could feel your heart palpitating behind your ribs.

What if you were a complete fuck up? What if the civilians hated you? The material of your costume is thick and durable but—but what if someone tears through it and reveals your tattoo? Your identity? How would the public treat you then?

“Hey, look at me.” Bakugou barks at you, making your eyes swivel from their unfocused gaze across the street to his face. He looks angry, with the black eyeliner smudged around his eyes and his mask covering his face. But, as you squint, you can see the worry creasing the lines of his forehead, his hesitancy to reach a hand out to you. You let him, feel the heavy weight rest on your shoulder, ground you into the moment.

“Ain’t no need to be freaking out, okay? I’ve seen what you can do, and you’re gonna fuckin’ kill it. You hear me?” He asks you, squeezing you once as he ducks down to maintain eye contact. You swallow thickly, shaking your head as if to clear away the thoughts before you sigh heavily through your nose, feeling the nerves start to roll off of you, albeit slowly.

“Yeah, I got you.” You mumble, balling your hands into fists before releasing the tension. Make your body as tense as you can, build up all that anxiety and fear—and release it. Something a shitty therapist had told you before, but you guess the advice wasn’t so bad now. You do that once, all over, eyes clenching shut and your shoulders tensing again before releasing with another sigh.

“I’m ready.” You say, voice more determined this time. But your confidence shakes when you look at Bakugou, and he’s fixed you with this funny look, a cross between confusion and holding in a laugh.

“Fuck was that? Were you tryna hold in anxiety shits?” He asks, finally letting go of you as he stands tall, arms crossed over his chest as his smile becomes bigger the more you glare at him.

“Shut up, and let’s go.” You mumble instead of gracing him with banter he was expecting, but he laughs heartily anyway. It gains some looks from a few passerby’s, unused to the big bad Dynamight letting out such a sound in public, his guard down completely. You only elbow him in the ribs, his laughter abruptly cut off, before you snicker yourself and start your journey down the long streets of Musutafu.

“This is boring,” you say not too long after starting patrolling, huffing under your breath. Only a few hours had passed after starting, and it wasn’t anything to write home to. He was eerily quiet when switched from Bakugou to Dynamight, and you could tell that he wouldn’t shift back until you two were safe in his office again. There also wasn’t a lot of people out today, which both calmed you and bored you some more. So, paired with the little conversation and what feels like aimless walking, you didn’t really see the point of all this.

“Promise you, you’d like it better this way.” Bakugou grunts out, his heavy grenade armory grazing your arms and hip. You resist the urge to bump him back in fear of accidentally setting one of those things off. Instead, you huff and roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Why would I like to just walk around in these heavy ass boots for hours if I’m not kicking ass?” You bemoan, head falling back on your shoulders dramatically. Bakugou sucks his teeth at you, head turning as he opens his mouth to say something, when a loud explosion goes off in the near distance. Both of your heads whip up to see what happened, finding someone in the air above the exploding building, cackling, as their eyes shoot out something red.

“Well, thanks a lot. You just talked up some shit to happen.” Bakugou mutters under his breath, clicking his tongue, before he jumps into action. He doesn’t give you any warning besides that, crouching down before blasting up to the sky, taking off in the direction of the villain.

“Don’t blame me, asshole!” You call out after him, immediately taking off as quick as you can in their direction. Your heart jumps in your throat, the rush of being back in action taking over. Fuck, you missed this. Missed chasing villains, missed beating their asses to a pulp, lighting them up with holes from your guns and knives alike.

Back in the agency, Bakugou had taken you to their weaponry room, helped you pick out all the toys you’d wanna use while in battle. You had never seen a collection so pretty, and to know that you’re packing the best of the best only boosted you even more.

When you get to the scene after what feels like hours, Bakugou is already fighting with the villain. Half of the building has already collapsed, so you take it upon yourself to help those who are trapped under rubble, calling for backup on your earpiece for the pieces of debris that’s too heavy for you.

You’re pushed to your knees from the wind force when Bakugou is sent flying past you, only a few feet away. He curses loudly, shaking soot from his hair as he tries to stand, faltering at the last second. He doesn’t look at you, though he calls out,

“Get these people outta here!” Before he takes off again for the villain, sending rubble flying through the air.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” You yell back at him. You turn back to the civilians, trying to stay as calm as you can for the people who are panicking, ushering them outside of the villain’s vicinity. It looks like he can only shoot people with a razor thin glare from his eyes, and can’t expand it any further, and it would take a loss of focus from his battle with Bakugou to try to hurt anyone else. So, you think the people leaving should be good for now.

When you’ve cleared a majority of them away, do you finally look overhead at how Bakugou’s doing. He looks…slower, than he usually is, and that pisses you the fuck off for some reason. How could he fucking slow down at a time like this? On your first day—how could he—how could he have a fucking hole in the middle of his stomach coming straight out of his fucking back?!

“The fuck are you doing up there?” You screech to him, pulling out the longest muzzle gun you have, strapped to the entirety of your thigh. You load it up, keeping your eye on the battle, hissing through your teeth as if in pain, too, when the villain slices through Bakugou’s calf next. He yelps in pain but keeps pushing himself, throwing himself at the villain, who just barely dodges his blast.

“Get the fuck outta the way,” you murmur to yourself, holding the gun up, finger on the trigger, your other hand supporting its weight. You squint your eye as you try to get a good look at the dude, his quick buzzing movements, wonder how the fuck he can fly and have laser eyes at the same time. Maybe he’s found himself ahold of those quirk enhancers? But it can’t be—he wouldn’t be able to have two quirks, if that was the case.

As you mull it over in your head, you and the villain’s eyes lock. It sends a chill through your body, makes your mouth curl into a Grinch-like smile, before you fire off multiple rounds through the air. The barely there whizzing sound slices through the silence of the city, as it strikes the man in his belly and the sides of his neck. You go to celebrate, but find Bakugou, quicker than lightning, diving in front of you.

“Fuck!” He yells out through gritted teeth, as he falls to the ground in front of you, body curled up. You stumble back, confused, eyes flittering from the villain falling from the sky, to the hero in front of you.

“The fuck are you—oh my gods,” your voice drops to a whisper as you step over Bakugou’s body, finding three new holes in his body. “When the fuck—how—what?” You mumble to yourself, dropping to your knees as you press your hands to his gaping wounds. They’re thin, but the skin around the holes sizzles, hot to the touch, like the laser burned right through his flesh—literally. You look to Bakugou’s face, scrunched up in pain, in question.

“Fucker took a quirk multiplier.” He grunts out, pushing himself up with one hand, the left one he lays on injured with a hole in his bicep. “He sent out, fuck, multiple lasers all at once when you fired off at ‘em. Could barely even see them in the air.”

What? You hadn’t seen shit. Was it because your gun was in your peripheral? Had you gotten that cocky from shooting one guy that you had completely let your guard down and—and now this? Now, the first person, the first man, who has given you so much grace than you would’ve ever thought you deserved, jumps in front of you? Are you really that helpless? Do you need a hero to save you every fucking time?

“You’re not my Prince Charming for saving me, dumbass.” You grit through your teeth, but Bakugou can hear the plain fear and worry in your voice. So he only smiles at you, laughs through a wet cough, as he glances down at your hands pressing on the wounds at his chest and stomach.

“I never liked Rapunzel much, anyway.” He tells you, fighting to stand up when you hear the rubble moving, the villain standing hundreds of feet away from you. But his eyes are focused solely on the two of you, his mouth curled back in a snarl as he holds the bloody side of his neck.

“Wrong Disney movie, stupid.” You mumble, heart picking up pace again as the reality of the situation sets in. You called for backup ten minutes ago, and yet no one’s here. So it looks like this’ll be all left to you. You reload your gun again, cocking it, as Bakugou sways beside you, looking worse for wear.

“Don’t fuckin’ count me out, yet.” He snarls, wiping the blood starting to drip from the corner of his mouth as he pulls off his damaged grenade. But he looks like fuckin’ shit, with all the holes in his body and the way his eyes glaze over.

“Save your energy.” You command him, lifting your gun once more as the villain starts going on this unnecessarily longwinded rant about life and society fucking him over. You couldn’t give two shits to listen, much less care. As the man starts hollering to the tops of his lungs, voice hoarse, you fire off another few rounds to his body.

He screams like a banshee, head flinging back in pain but he continues trekking on, fiery eyes lit aflame. Bakugou ignores your command, rushing to the villain again, but its too late when he sends another laser at you.

You don’t move enough in time to keep it from slicing through both of your fucking hands. From the back of your left hand holding the barrel, through the flesh, going through your right hand that holds the trigger, grazing the side of your neck as you did his. An involuntary scream rips through your mouth as you drop the gun, a frustrated howl tearing through you as your hands begin to shake from the pain.

Fuck, what the hell could you do now? Your hands were what kept you strong, close distance is what kept you strong, hand to hand battle is what kept you strong. What the fuck could you do now that you were rendered useless?

Would this be your life as a hero now? Rendered fucking incapable because a villain could point out your weakness in only a fifteen minute battle? Was that all it took to be put down like some rabid dog that was only ever bark? How could you have been so strong as the Red Medusa, and become so weak as—as—

“Fuck you!” You hear Bakugou scream out, your head whipping up to the source of his voice. You’ve got to get out of this self pitying bullshit, and fucking help him.

Your stomach churns at the sight of Bakugou pinned under some rubble, his arms strayed out to the sides, facing down to the concrete. The villain kneels above him, smiling something sinister, as he grabs the sides of Bakugou’s head, eyes peeled back and wide and unnerving.

He’s gonna fucking kill him.

What can you do? What the fuck can you do when you can’t feel your hands anymore? When your body is frozen in shock at the sight of someone you considered a friend, something more, could die right in front of you? What can you fucking do?

Can you…can you use it? Does it still work? Does a quirk that has lain dormant for years still know how to run when called upon in dire moments like these? Will…will it all work out in the end?

With a concentration you haven’t been able to muster since you were nothing but a victim, you focus on the man in front of you. The man that opened his home to you, his arms, his comfort, his friendship, his love. You focus on his heartbeat, find it thumping wildly in your head, find his veins pumping blood through his body, find his sweat running from his pores.

And you hope—with the desperation of a mortal praying to a god to have mercy on their sinful soul—that it still works.

The world goes quiet for a moment, before an ear shattering explosion desecrates the concrete from underneath Bakugou’s hands, sends his body alongside the villain’s soaring into the air. The force of the blast sends you flying back, guarding your face from the raining debris, wipe soot away from your eyes before you blink up.

Bakugou looks like an angel, you think. One that brings merciful death, as he holds the villain up by the collar of his ripped shirt, his ashen hair a halo from the suns rays. The other hand cups over the man’s eyes, before a small explosion lights up his face, an agonizing scream ripping from his throat. Bakugou falls back to the ground gracefully, setting the man down amongst the rubble, before he straightens his back, sharp gaze suddenly focused on you.

“What did you do to me?” Bakugou asks in a rough whisper as he stomps over to you, crouching in front of you as he looks down at his hands. They seem to be pulsing with life again, his arms seem to be heavier, a feeling surging through his veins that he’s never felt before.

“Did you kill him?” You ask quietly, eyes focused on the limp body a few feet in front of you. Bakugou blinks at you before looking over his shoulder, turning back to you as he swallows thickly.

“We’re not supposed to kill villains.” He tells you, sounds robotic, like its something he’s been trained to say over and over again. You think back to Miruko in that alleyway those few years ago, covered in blood, her heel trailing brain mass and bones, and you think. You think she must’ve never learned that in hero courses.

“I didn’t ask what you’re supposed to do.” You counter, heart in your throat, hoping you can avoid the obvious question of why Bakugou must feel like a gods blood runs through his veins now.

Thankfully, a flood of people come rushing to the scene, heroes and paramedics alike. The rest of the time goes by in a blur, as Kirishima explained that there was another villain closer to the agency, and they believed that it was all a set up.

It goes in one ear and out the other though, as you hold your hands out for the healer to close the wounds in your hands. She’s an older lady, who smiles at you so sweetly that it makes your eyes well with tears, for some reason. She moves onto Bakugou next, and it takes a little longer since he was struck more than you.

“You know,” Bakugou starts suddenly, making your eyes whip from your healed hands to his tired eyes. “I thought you’d have trouble with me just taking over.” He admits, smile soft as you roll your eyes playfully at him.

“If it was me and the villain alone, then I’d be able to handle myself. But I knew I could do other things while you fought him alone.” You shrug to Bakugou, thanking the healer when she finishes with him and patters off. Bakugou turns to face you as you both sit on the back of the ambulance van, a stupid fucking smile stretching his face, eyes low and lazy.

“So you trust me? Without even having to prove myself as a hero to you?” He asks, and god, you wanna fucking strangle him. You pull his ear harshly, frowning when he only snickers under his breath.

“Shut the hell up, nerd.” You grumble to him, pulling him in for a quick kiss when you don’t think anyone’s looking. You pull away when things start to get too heated, face suddenly hot as you sit against the cold metal of the van. Bakugou stares at you for a long while, his head cocked to the side as if in thought. You already know what he’s gonna say, so you nod once to him.

“I’ll tell you when we get home. About everything.” You promise him in a whisper. He’s satisfied with that, nodding to you, watching the busyness of the scene unfold in front of the two of you.

…

When you return home, you both shower separately before you find yourself in his room. You haven’t been in here much, besides cleaning him up when he was injured and repeating that occurrence a few more times once he realized that you could care for him. He patters around you while you lay on the floor, putting some stuff away, before he lays down beside you. You’re in the space between his bed and under his TV, and it feels a lot less daunting this way.

Baby steps, you tell yourself. He kinda asked you out a few days ago, and its something you’ve been mulling over. You guys have been moving a little out of order, but laying beside him in his bed feels a bit too daunting at the moment. So you lay on the floor, close to the bed at least, and tell yourself that things will move further when you’re ready.

“Did you feel like a deity had taken over your body earlier when that villain had you pinned?” You whisper suddenly, hands folded over your stomach as you look up at this painted ceiling. Bakugou stiffens beside you before he relaxes, turning his head to face you, but you don’t meet his gaze yet.

“I did.” He answers simply, waiting for an explanation. You toggle the words around in your head for a few moments, trying to push back all the fears and worries that start to eat away at you. You’re not used to talking about this—not with men. The last time you shared this, you had been whisked away, seemingly forever forgotten by the law. You swallow thickly, blinking back the onslaught of tears you wished never came up whenever you opened up about yourself.

“My quirk is called power augmentation.” You blurt out, let it spill all over yourself as you let out a shaky breath. “It’s the ability to enhance the powers of others, but not to strengthen myself.” You laugh weakly at the irony of it all, blink away rapidly falling tears as they muddy up your hairline.

Bakugou swipes one from your cheek, and you flinch away in surprise. He pulls back, his breath caught in his throat before you relax, finding his warm hand between your bodies, signaling him to wipe away the rest. He does, silently, as you fight off the sob that makes you want to curl into a ball beside him. He’s quiet for entirely too long, his eyes soft when you finally turn to face him.

“When we discussed you becoming a hero,” he starts off slowly, brows pulling in in confusion. “You said you didn’t have a useful quirk. Thought you didn’t have one at all.” His voice falls to a whisper, the air between you two heavy and thick as he seems to think back. You remember telling him, Yuu, and the other heroes, that you might not have a useful quirk or anything, but you can protect the people who need saving Had even dubbed yourself as quirkless, as to avoid suspicion. He just hadn’t pieced the complicated pieces of the puzzle together yet, as you can both protect people without a quirk because it never did anything for you personally, and it didn’t change the cause that you were fighting for.

“It was easier to pass it off as being quirkless, in all honesty. I didn’t want to be taken advantage of again.” You confess, throat seizing up when you realized that you’ve revealed too much.

Or…maybe its time to start opening up more, especially if you want to further whatever you have going on with Bakugou. How could he understand who you were if he only ever knew what you projected for him to see? How could he ever get further with you if you only ever kept your walls up? You couldn’t be gator and moat and castle and helpless princess all at once. You refused to be any of that, anymore.

“When I was nineteen, I met this guy. Didn’t have any family or any good friends, really, to tell me to stay away from him and his gang.”

“You were involved with a Yakuza member?” Bakugou asks in surprise, turning on his side to face you, head propped up in his hands. You match his form, nodding solemnly.

“The leader of them, actually.” You whisper before continuing, eyes focused on the carpet between you two. “He was older than me, like twenty eight, but talked about how mature I was. How I was leagues ahead of other women my age, that he needed someone like me by his side. And I was equal parts terrified and struck in amazement. Me? Who grew up without shit to my name, why did someone so powerful like him need me?”

Your eyes well with tears as you recall the story you hadn’t told anyone in so long, much less another man. But Bakugou listens so attentively, his eyebrows screwed up, jaw tightening, but he rubs your flank when your breaths become heavy and staccato.

“I told him, early on in our relationship, what my quirk was.” You confess, eyes clenching shut as you can’t help but beat yourself up over it again, despite how long ago it happened. “I shouldn’t have done that, but nobody taught me to guard myself like that, you know? I knew how to fight, but I didn’t know how to fight off silent and slow attacks like that.”

Your teeth grit in frustration as you try to keep the sobs at bay, but Bakugou only nods his head, cups your jaw, helps you unclench your teeth. A defeated cry falls from your lips, your head bowed as you collapse back down to your side again, and he only follows suit as he shushes you.

“You can’t blame yourself—don’t fuckin’ blame yourself for that slimy piece of shit creeping in on you.” Bakugou tells you, his words firm but his voice gentle. You nod, rubbing a hand over your face as you lay there, defeated as you think back on the hell portion of your life that you never would’ve thought you could escape.

“When I first showed him how much my quirk could augment his, he praised me so much. Made me feel like I had a purpose, like I finally made my mark on the world. But then,” you swallow thickly. “But then he started draining me. I can boost other peoples’ quirks, but it starts sucking the life outta me the more I do it. He didn’t care about me though, he never really did.

“And when I refused to use my quirk on him after seeing how he’d destroy the fuckin’ city—he kidnapped me.” You laugh humorlessly, as your eyes unfocus on the dip of Bakugou’s collarbone peeking out from his black tank top. “Kept me in his stupid fuckin’ hideaway houses, would keep me high and drugged up so I couldn’t fight back. It didn’t make my quirk weaken any, only seemed to give him an unlimited amount of strength somehow, so he used it to his advantage.”

Bakugou’s face twists in disgust at that, his hands curling into fists under his head and in between your bodies. But you place your palm over his, gently, your eyes telling him do not grow angry for me, although his own answer back how could I ever be peaceful?

“Did it ever go beyond just using your quirk?” He asks you, voice grated and low, but he tries to keep it soft for you. Tries to keep the quietness of the bedroom still, even though your shuddering breaths creak in the conversation like an old floorboard.

“He tried to assault me,” you answer, head bowed low, chin tucked to your chest. “A few times, actually. But, no matter what, I never lost my anger, and I screamed bloody fuckin’ murder every time. He told me that he thought my real quirk was an ear-splitting scream.” You laugh humorlessly at that, but Bakugou only continues to frown, eyes searching your face when you finally look at him.

“How’d you escape?” He asks you. Your eyes fall to his mouth, how the corners pull down so deeply, the stubble under his lip. It helps bring you back to the moment, as you slowly inch your hand into his, until he holds it, gentle, like you’re only porcelain doll and he, a bull.

“Started making myself throw up the shit they’d give me, so I could stay more aware. It was fuckin’ hard, trying to actively fight an addiction forced upon me, while finding a way to escape,”

“But you did it.” Bakugou cuts you off, his eyes round and soft and so understanding. Your heart pangs in your chest as the tears start to well up again, a shaky smile finding your face as you nod at him.

“I did it.” You repeat, wiping away a tear with your conjoined hands. “I have no clue how, honestly, my mind blocks out a lot of memories from that time, since he kept me for a little over three years.” Bakugou winces at that, but you continue. “But, I’d gotten my hands on one of his followers phones, tipped off where their hideaway was with the clues around me, and jumped out of an open window when the opportunity arose.

“He wasn’t supposed to be home that day, but he came there like he knew that that was the day I would start fighting back. Him and his lackeys chased me for what felt like hours, but I just kept running. Dodging and fighting them until,” your voice runs dry at the thought, at the picture in your mind that plays out for you.

“Until Miruko saved me.” You say in a quiet rush of breath. “I don’t know where her and Endeavor came from, but she just started whooping their asses, killed them, until there weren’t any left. Endeavor was trying to help me calm down but—but I had heard about him and what he did to his family all those years ago. So how could I trust another man that I knew was abusive in that moment, you know?”

The silence is deafening, when you finally look at Bakugou. He has this unreadable expression covering his face, eyebrows drawn tight and his mouth set in a thin line. He doesn’t say anything for a while, but brings you in tightly for a hug.

“Don’t pity me.” You tell him through clenched teeth, even though your nails dig into his skin through his thin shirt, your tears wetting his shoulder.

“I could never pity the strongest person I know.” He whispers, means it, and you an feel the genuineness seeping off of him. It makes the tears fall even harder, your body going limp as it feels like you’ve finally expelled all that you’ve been holding in for what feels like forever.

When he lets go of you, you don’t want to leave the comfort, the warmth of his arms. So you stay there, head inched back until your eyes meet his own again, your arms loosely wrapped around his middle, his doing the same.

“I presented myself as quirkless because I didn’t want anyone to take advantage of me again.” You repeat, and this time, he gets it. He nods silently, squeezing you close to him once more when he sees your lip tremble.

“I’d never do that. Fuckin’ ever.” He promises you, pecking your forehead when he loosens his grip once more. You thank him quietly, eyes falling to his lips once more.

“I thought that if I didn’t use it again, then it would die away inside of me, you know? It’s easier to say I’m quirkless than to say I’m only ever useful to other people, but never myself.” You try to laugh humorlessly again, but Bakugou tuts at you. He places a finger under your chin and tilts your head back until you’re forced to look him in the eye again.

“You don’t have to be useful to other people in order to be worthy or good enough. I’m thankful to have you here with me, no matter the condition, because I love you as the person you are.” Bakugou confesses, his eyebrows downturned as his tone goes soft. Your eyes widen at his words though, a shaky little smile etching onto your face as you scoot up a little until your nose brushes his.

“You love me?” You parrot, watch the confusion on his face creep up before it reddens with embarrassment. “I think we’re moving a little backwards here, Bakugou.” You whisper, eyes falling between his own shy gaze and his twitching mouth, his ears perking up at the use of his name.

“Yeah, you got me telling you I love you ‘nd shit, and you never even agreed to date me.” He scoffs playfully, eyes rolling into his head before he smiles softly. Your own face burns at that, hands squeezing around his hard middle as you brush the tip of your nose against his own. There’s barely any space between you two now, your shared breath hot and electric.

“Really? Never gave you an answer to that, huh?” You tease.

“Nope.”

“Oh, well, I answered you in my head.” You shrug at him, lips brushing his own without ever really giving him a kiss. Bakugou’s eyes are low at that, mouth inching to claim yours, voice low.

“And that answer was?” He asks you, head tilting ever so slightly. You match him, licking your lips, tasting his own cherry lip balm covered ones in the process.

“Yeah. The answer is yes.” You nod, barely getting the words out before his lips slide against your own. Bakugou hums against you, his mouth fitting perfectly in yours, his hands bringing you closer to his body.

As you lay there, tangled in limbs on his bedroom floor, you wish you could go back in time. Wish you could tell nineteen year old you that things do get better; that your choices do become smarter; that life does love you a little more than you thought it did; that you are worthy; that you are good enough; that you deserve kindness; gentleness; softness; love. That you deserve every good thing to come to you from now on, and forever more.

chapter eleven

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rikeijo · 1 year

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✨Translation masterlist #4

(Masterlist #4, because it seems you can't have more than 100 links in one post...) -> Masterlist #1, Masterlist #2, Masterlist #3

Miracle!!! on ICE, Animage vol. 1/2017, Kubo Mitsurou's interview (completed):

Part 1., Part 2., Part 3., Part 4., Part 5., Part 6., Part 7., Part 8., Part 9., Part 10., Part 11., Part 12., Part 13., Part 14., Part 15., Part 16., Part 17.

Go Yuri go!!! official fanbook, Shimizu Youji's interview (completed):

Part 1., Part 2., Part 3., Part 4., Part 5., Part 6., Part 7., Part 8., Part 9.

#yuri on ice #yoi translations #yuri on ice translation

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 1 year

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2023 Movie Journey: Masterlist

if you’ve known me for any time at all, you should know by now that i will not watch very many movies this year. i’ll aspire to, i’ll think it’s a good idea, but it’s just not that likely to happen. however, that shouldn’t stop me from the fun of trying!

my goal was to average one movie a week so by year’s end i’d have seen more than 50. that didn’t come close to happening, but i’ll keep reviewing them here and check them off my watchlist as i go. (this list just keeps getting longer but i enjoyed updating it for 2023.)

last year’s list is here, with every movie i reviewed linked now, in case anybody wants to read those and hasn’t before.

4th man out (2015)

12 years a slave (2013)

80 for brady (2023)

a family man (2016)

a haunting in venice (2023)

a man called otto (2023)

a room with a view (1985)

a simple favor (2018)

a single man (2009)

a wrinkle in time (2018)

about time (2013)

admission (2013)

after yang (2021)

all the bright places (2020)

always be my maybe (2019)

american fiction (2023)

american gangster (2007)

ammonite (2020)

amsterdam (2022)

an education (2009)

ant man (2015)

ant man and the wasp (2018)

ant man and the wasp: quantumania (2023)

anyone but you (2023)

anything’s possible (2022)

aquaman (2018)

are you there god? it’s me margaret (2023)

arrival (2016)

atonement (2007)

august: osage county (2013)

babylon (2023)

bad education (2019)

barbie (2023)

be kind rewind (2008)

bedazzled (2000)

begin again (2013)

big eyes (2014)

billy elliot (2000)

blockers (2018)

bohemian rhapsody (2018)

bowfinger (1999)

boy erased (2018)

breaking (2022)

brideshead revisited (2008)

bright young things (2003)

burn burn burn (2015)

cairo time (2009)

call jane (2022)

can you ever forgive me? (2018)

catherine called birdy (2022)

chef (2014)

clemency (2019)

coco (2017)

colette (2018)

crazy rich asians (2018)

creed (2015)

creed 2 (2018)

creed 3 (2023)

crouching tiger, hidden dragon (2000)

crush (2022)

cyrano (2021)

damsel (2023)

daughter of the bride (2023)

dazed and confused (1993)

demolition man (1993)

devil’s knot (2013)

die hard 2 (1990)

die hard with a vengeance (1995)

dog day afternoon (1975)

dual (2022)

earth girls are easy (1988)

effie gray (2014)

ella mckay (?)

elvis (2022)

eurovision song contest: the story of fire saga (2020)

fast color (2018)

fighting with my family (2019)

fright night (2011)

galaxy quest (1999)

girls trip (2017)

glass onion: a knives out mystery (2022)

gone girl (2014)

good luck to you, leo grande (2022)

goodbye christopher robin (2017)

gosford park (2001)

gunpowder milkshake (2021)

happy death day (2017)

happy death day 2u (2019)

happy texas (1999)

heart of stone (2023)

her smell (2018)

holes (2003)

honk for jesus. save your soul. (2022)

honor society (2022)

how to talk to girls at parties (2017)

how to train your dragon (2010)

hysteria (2011)

i am not your negro (2017)

i don’t feel at home in this world anymore (2017)

i, tonya (2017)

if beale street could talk (2018)

inception (2010)

indiana jones and the dial of destiny (2023)

infinitely polar bear (2014)

jackie (2016)

jane got a gun (2015)

joyful noise (2012)

judas and the black messiah (2021)

judy blume forever (2023)

junebug (2005)

jupiter ascending (2015)

just mercy (2019)

kajillionaire (2020)

keeping mum (2005)

knife fight (2012)

kubo and the two strings (2016)

laggies (2014)

last holiday (2006)

late night (2019)

legally blonde (2001)

lemonade mouth (2011)

little (2019)

live free or die hard (2007)

logan lucky (2017)

love, simon (2018)

m3gan (2022)

ma rainey’s black bottom (2020)

magic mike xxl (2015)

magic mike: last dance (2023)

mansfield park (1999)

mars attacks! (1996)

mary queen of scots (2018)

master (2022)

master gardener (2022)

me and earl and the dying girl (2015)

meet the robinsons (2007)

megamind (2010)

memento (2000)

men in black international (2019)

mermaids (1990)

midsommar (2019)

migration (2023)

miss pettigrew lives for a day (2008)

miss sloane (2016)

missing (2023)

monkey business (1952)

monuments men (2014)

moonlight (2016)

moonrise kingdom (2012)

moonshot (2022)

moving on (2022)

mr. magorium’s wonder emporium (2007)

mr. mom (1983)

much ado about nothing (2011)

muriel’s wedding (1994)

nancy drew and the hidden staircase (2019)

nanny mcphee (2005)

nanny mcphee returns (2010)

never let me go (2010)

newsies (1992)

no time to die (2021)

nope (2022)

northanger abbey (2007)

not okay (2022)

obvious child (2014)

on the come up (2022)

oppenheimer (2023)

other people (2016)

overboard (2018)

pacific rim (2013)

palm springs (2020)

parasite (2019)

paris is burning (1990)

passing (2021)

penelope (2007)

pete’s dragon (2016)

pirate radio (2009)

please stand by (2017)

polite society (2023)

pride (2014)

pride and prejudice and zombies (2016)

professor marston and the wonder women (2016)

return to oz (1985)

rise of the guardians (2012)

rita moreno: just a girl who decided to go for it (2021)

rocketman (2019)

roll bounce (2005)

rosaline (2022)

saving face (2004)

say anything (1989)

scream (2022)

scream 6 (2023)

see how they run (2022)

seeking a friend for the end of the world (2012)

she said (2022)

shoplifters (2018)

short term 12 (2013)

sing street (2016)

sleeping with other people (2015)

someone great (2019)

sorry to bother you (2018)

soul (2020)

spiderman: far from home (2019)

spiderman: homecoming (2017)

spiderman: into the spiderverse (2018)

spiderman: no way home (2021)

spin me round (2022)

spotlight (2015)

spy kids (2001)

stage fright (2014)

step up (2006)

talk to me (2023)

teeth (2007)

the 355 (2022)

the age of innocence (1993)

the anniversary party (2001)

the batman (2022)

the best exotic marigold hotel (2012)

the breadwinner (2017)

the children act (2017)

the color purple (2023)

the craft: legacy (2020)

the disaster artist (2017)

the divine order (2017)

the emperor’s new groove (2000)

the eyes of tammy faye (2021)

the fall (2006)

the fallout (2022)

the fighting temptations (2003)

the five year engagement (2012)

the gentlemen (2020)

the godfather (1972)

the godfather part 2 (1974)

the godfather part 3 (1990)

the great gatsby (2013)

the hunchback of notre dame (1996)

the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds and snakes (2023)

the hunt (2020)

the iron lady (2011)

the kill room (2023)

the legend of tarzan (2016)

the little mermaid (2023)

the lost city (2022)

the marvels (2023)

the master (2012)

the matrix resurrections (2021)

the menu (2022)

the notebook (2004)

the old guard (2020)

the outfit (2022)

the photograph (2020)

the prestige (2006)

the prince of egypt (1998)

the prom (2020)

the queen (2006)

the royal hotel (2023)

the second best exotic marigold hotel (2016)

the secret garden (2020)

the skeleton twins (2014)

the spy who dumped me (2018)

the suicide squad (2021)

the super mario bros. movie (2023)

the trial of the chicago 7 (2020)

the truman show (1998)

the unbearable weight of massive talent (2022)

the united states vs. billie holiday (2021)

the velocipastor (2018)

the way he looks (2014)

the woman king (2022)

the wonder (2022)

their finest (2016)

this means war (2012)

tootsie (1982)

treasure planet (2002)

troop zero (2019)

two lovers and a bear (2016)

us (2019)

valley girl (2020)

velvet goldmine (1998)

violent night (2022)

venom (2018)

venom: let there be carnage (2021)

victoria & abdul (2017)

walk the line (2005)

wet hot american summer (2001)

what happens later (2023)

what we do in the shadows (2014)

where’d you go, bernadette (2019)

widows (2018)

wild target (2010)

wish (2023)

women talking (2022)

wonka (2023)

yesterday (2019)

young adult (2011)

zombieland: double tap (2019)

#2023 movie journey

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gp999discographies · 16 days

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Masterlist

All Songs

Spotify

Contestants are listed with the name they used during Girls Planet with most recent stage names and groups in parentheses. Any other groups or stage names are listed in the linked posts.

김채현 | Kim Chaehyun (채현 | Chaehyun, Kep1er)

휴닝바히에 | Huening Bahiyyih (휴닝바히에 | Huening Bahiyyih, Kep1er)

최유진 | Choi Yujin (유진 | Yujin, Kep1er)

김다연 | Kim Dayeon (다연 | Dayeon, Kep1er)

서영은 | Seo Youngeun (영은 | Youngeun, Kep1er)

강에서 | Kang Yeseo (에서 | Yeseo, MADEIN)

えざきひかる | Ezaki Hikaru (ヒカル | 히카루| Hikaru, Kep1er)

さかもとましろ | Sakamoto Mashiro (マシロ | 마시로 | Mashiro, MADEIN)

沈小婷 | Shen Xiaoting | 션샤오팅 (沈小婷 | 샤오팅 | Xiaoting, Kep1er)

김수연 | Kim Suyeon (션 | Sheon, Billlie)

귄마야 | Guinn Myah (Upcoming debut in ODDYOUTH)

符雅凝 | Fu Yaning (符雅凝 | YENNY, Soloist)

苏芮琪 | Su Ruiqi (苏芮琪 | Sury, Soloist)

川口ゆりな | Kawaguchi Yurina (川口ゆりな | Kawaguchi Yurina, Soloist)

김보라 | Kim Bora (보라 | Bora, Cherry Bullet [disbanded])

文哲 | Wen Zhe (文哲 | Wen Zhe, Hickey)

黄星侨 | Huang Xingqiao (黄星侨 | Lorina, Soloist)

陳昕葳 | Chen Hsinwei (陳昕葳 | Chen Xinwei, Soloist)

いけまるあん | 池間琉杏 | Ikema Ruan (ルアン | รุอัน | Ruan, Gen1es)

ながいまなみ | 永井愛実 | Nagai Manami

きしだりりか | 岸田莉里花 | Kishida Ririka (リリカ | 리리카 | Ririka, ILY:1)

周心语 | Zhou Xinyu (周心语 | 신위 | Xinyu, tripleS)

メイ | May (메이 | メイ | May, Cherry Bullet [disbanded])

かみもと ��とね | 嘉味元琴音 | Kamimoto Kotone (コトネ | 코토네 | Kotone, tripleS)

蔡冰 | Cai Bing (蔡语冰 | Cai Yu Bing, KSGIRLS)

徐紫茵 | Xu Ziyin (徐紫茵 | Roada Xu, Soloist)

김도아 | Kim Doah (도아 | Doah, Fanatics)

梁娇 | Liang Jiao (梁娇 | Liang Jiao, GNZ48 Team G, Nebulove)

くぼれいな | 久保玲奈 | Kubo Reina

윤지아 | Yoon Jia (윤지아 | Yoon Jia, mimiirose)

李伊蔓 | Li Yiman

さくらいみう| 櫻井美羽 | Sakurai Miu (ミウ | Miu, ME:I)

정지윤 | Jeong Jiyoon (지윤 | Jiyoon, ICHILLIN')

杨梓格 | Yang Zige

くわはらあやな | 桑原彩菜 | Kuwahara Ayana (みり | Miri, RIRYDAY)

안정민 | An Jeongmin (베아니 | veanii, Soloist)

王雅乐 | Wang Yale

やまうちもあな | 山内若杏名 | Yamauchi Moana

이혜원 | Lee Hyewon

张洛菲 | Zhang Luofei

さかもとしほな | 坂本志穂菜 | Sakamoto Shihona

김혜림 | Kim Hyerim (김혜림 | Kim Hyerim, Soloist)

許念慈 | Hsu Nientzu (許念慈 | 니엔 | Nien, tripleS)

あらいりさこ | 新井理沙子 | Arai Risako

허지원 | Huh Jiwon (지원 | Jiwon, Cherry Bullet [disbanded])

李家儀 | Chiayi (李家儀 | 지아이 | Chiayi, Fanatics)

しまもか |島望叶 | Shima Moka

최예영 | Choi Yeyoung (예영 | Yeyoung, Geenius)

吴甜蜜 | Wu Tammy

ふじもとあやか | 藤本彩花 | Fujimoto Ayaka (藤本彩花 | Fujimoto Ayaka, Produce 101 Japan The Girls Contestant)

이채윤 | Lee Chaeyun (이채윤 | Lee Chaeyun, Soloist)

梁卓瀅 | Leung Cheukying

はやせはな | 早瀬華 | Hayase Hana (하나 | Hana, ILY:1)

유다연 | You Dayeon (유다연 | You Dayeon, Soloist)

夏研 | Xia Yan夏研 | Xia Yan (夏研 | Xia Yan, Soloist)

いとうみゆ | 伊藤美優 | Ito Miyu (ミウ | 미유 | MiU, MADEIN)

김세인 | Kim Sein

梁乔 | Liang Qiao (梁乔 | Liang Qiao, GNZ48 Team Z, Nebulove)

林楓子 | Hayashi Fuko (フコ| 후코 | Fuko, I-LAND2 N/a Contestant)

심승은 | Sim Seungeun (승은 | Seungeun, BVNDIT [disbanded])

徐若惟 | Xu Ruowei

比屋定和 | Hiyajo Nagomi (ナゴミ | 나고미 | Nagomi, ViV)

이연경 | Lee Yeongyung

顾逸舟 | Gu Yizhou

安藤梨花 | Ando Rinka (リンカ | Rinka, Veil)

이나연 | Lee Rayeon (나연 | Rayeon, Fanatics) K23

張競 | Chang Ching (로나 | Rona, ILY:1)

荒武凛香 | Aratake Rinka (荒武凛香 | Aratake Rinka, Chuang Asia 2024 Contestant)

이선우 | Lee Sunwoo (이선우 | Lee Sunwoo, Universe Ticket Contestant)

马玉灵 | Ma Yuling (马玉灵 | Ma Yuling, SNH48 Team SII [graduated])

岡崎百々子 | Okazaki Momoko (MOMOMETAL, BABYMETAL)

김예은 | Kim Yeeun

林辰涵 | Lin Chenhan

ヴィヴィアン | 稲葉 | Inaba Vivienne

이윤지 | Lee Yunji (아라 | Ara, ILY:1)

崔文美秀 | Cui Wenmeixiu

むらかみゆめ | 村上結愛 | Murakami Yume (유메 | Yume, ViV)

최혜린 | Choi Hyerin (최혜린 | Choi Hyerin, Universe Ticket Contestant)

簡紫翎 | Chien Tzuling (簡紫翎 |쯔링 | Tzuling, ViV)

かみくられい | 神藏令 | Kamikura Rei (レイ | เรย์ | Rei, Chuang Asia 2024 Contestant)

류시온 | Ryu Sion (시온 | Sion, Geenius)

何思澄 | Ho Szeching (思澄 | Szeching, UNi [upcoming debut])

てらさきひな | 寺崎日菜 | Terasaki Hina

서지민 | Suh Jimin

潘穎芝 | Poon Wingchi

おおくますもも大 | 大熊李 | Okuma Sumomo

정민 | Joungmin

林書蘊 | Lin Shuyun

おきふうか | 沖楓花 | Oki Fuka

김유빈 | Kim Yubin

刘诗琦 | Liu Shiqi

かんのみゆう | 菅野美優 | Kanno Miyu

조하은 | Cho Haeun

王秋茹 | Wang Qiuru (王秋茹 | Wang Qiuru, SNH48 Team SII [graduated])

きたじまゆな | 北島由菜 | Kitajima Yuna

한다나 | Han Dana (다나 | Dana, ViV)

刘钰涵 | Liu Yuhan

なかむらきゃら | 中村伽羅 | Nakamura Kyara

#in progress

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ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash · 3 years

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I hope you enjoy this! Happy Holidays! 🎄🎀🐯

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#6 Kissing Under the mistletoe with Ulquiorra Cifer

Ulquiorra was never the type of being to have any interest in any weird human customs that they have and Christmas was no exception, but he couldn't deny that he had at least a tiny bit of curiosity when he watched his human ‘friend’ drop several boxes of Christmas decorations on the living room floor. He wanted to ask, but he also didn't want to show any interest in these useless humans' holidays.

" You look so confused. Do you have any questions?" They asked him, watching him gaze curiously at the boxes full of snowflakes and ornaments. He rolled his eyes before letting out a huff of air. "Why would have any interest in such things like this?" That's when you chuckled, remembering when he had a slight interest in Halloween. You remembered seeing that cute Halloween bat decoration hanging in the corner of his room, clearly hidden away for anyone to see. So, he couldn't completely hate the customs of Halloween. Christmas was another story. You could see why he wouldn't have any interest in Christmas, especially the religious aspects of it. Even so, you could at least entertain the other parts of Christmas, for him "Christmas isn't that bad of a holiday. Decorating can be very fun but nothing is more fun than putting up the mistletoe." You giggled, as Ulquiorra raised his eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

"I highly doubt that."

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes but only playfully, "I'm serious, you would enjoy mistletoe." You took some fresh mistletoe that was on the living room table, taking some string and wrapping and tying it around the stems. You then raised the mistletoe in front of his face. "This is mistletoe, during Christmas, you stand under it and if two people are standing under it they have to kiss." You watched Ulquiorra's face contorted in what look like disgust, or confusion.

"That sounds stupid."

Yeah, it was, but it was still a fun thing to hang up especially for holiday parties. "You never kissed anyone, have you?"

"No, and don't want to."

You scoffed at him; he was so sour it was almost cute. Just another thing to prove him wrong which was all too fun. "Kisses are more magical during the holidays."

"Something as much as kiss can't be magical. Nothing that has to do with “the heart” is magical."

You finished tying the mistletoe above the door, turning towards him.

"Really? So, you would not be affected by any kind of human affection? Not even little?"

"Of course, emotions are for the weak."

"Alright then." You then stood at the doorway, right Infront of the mistletoe. "Come over here and let's test it out since you're so sure."

His emerald eyes widened for a split second, he had to admit to himself, he was a bit caught off guard by their invitation.

"Fine, I will prove to you that kisses can't be magical." He then stood right at the door frame right next to you. His facial features were nothing but stone.

You then lean forward, your soft, warm lips kiss his rough, cold ones. This lasted a few seconds, but once you pulled away you saw it had no effect on him.

Maybe he was right, kisses weren't magical to arrancars. You couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed.

"Maybe you're right. How sad. I guess you're right." You simply shrugged, leaving the spot before you, making away to the boxes of Christmas decorations to unpack.

You didn't notice but if you looked close enough you would see a light pink flush that dusted across his very pale cheeks. He was never going to admit it, but that kiss did something to him, and didn't like it.

At least, the was something he was trying to tell himself.

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syrma-sensei · 3 years

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I loved the modern Shunsui headcanons! It’s one of my favorite Shunsui posts on tumble! I always come back to it because it’s just so accurate to me hehe

Is there anyway you can write a one shot based on it? If you can, thanks!! ❤️

OOOOOOW quwyegwhwjqlsbdb! thank you so much! I'm really glad you like them!

OF COURSE THERE IS, SHŪN HAS A VERY SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART ❤️

Hope you like it!

→ Sake and Kisses.

original art by: Tite Kubo

pairing: Kyōraku Shūnui x fem!reader

setting: Modern AU

rating: fluff, mild smut

word count: 1.8k

here's the modern hcs this one-shot is based on.

→ bleach masterlist | ao3 | wattpad

With an elongated, tired sigh, you stepped out side the elevator with each of your muscles aching. The business trip took longer than intended, and you had to be with your co-workers till the end.

The flats corridor's floor was cold, nipping on your toes as you slipped your heels off once you were inside the building you lived in, hooking them up your fingers while dragging your suitcase behind you. Reaching your apartment door, hands rummaging your purse for keys, you hissed a fuck; stupid keys were nowhere to be found.

However, you needed no more searching, as the door creaked open slowly, showing an elegant figure behind it.

“Welcome home, love,”

Your husband's dulcet voice made your heart flutter, you dropped everything in hands in order to jump onto his hold in an eager hug.

Oh, how much you missed your husband.

Head up, chin resting on his collar, you gazed up at him ardently. Brilliant, grey eyes looking down at you before he pressed a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back right away.

“I missed you, Shūn,”

“Missed you too, my love,”

You cupped his cheek, giving him a peck, before finally realising he was almost dressed up, his hair was loose, nonetheless, dangling in waves on his board shoulders. “Goin' somewhere?” You raised an eyebrow.

He gave a chuckle, letting go of your hold to carry your luggage inside. “Pretty much the opposite,”

You were far too exhausted to sort out what he meant, but once in, the answer came to you by itself.

Shūnsui had prepared you a dinner, a nice and romantic dinner on that part. The flat was dimly lit, and a very delicious aroma invaded your nostrils, giving away that a satisfying meal was waiting for you. Your stomach growled.

Within your surprise, hunger, and exhaustion, you didn't know what to say. How the hell did you get so lucky? Finding a man like Shūnsui — no there was no man like Shūn, your beloved husband.

Kyōraku Shūnsui wasn't the perfect man to seek for most women out there. He was idle, irritatingly laid-back, unemployed, and worst of all: a womaniser. He wasn't even approved by his own family, his father had always chided him for being such an indifferent and nonchalant man, and after his father died, his older brother wasn't so much better, but at least he respected his younger brother's life and didn't interfere; he was the head of the family, the noble Kyōrakus weren't, fortunately, at Shūnsui's hand, and that alone was a relief for the latter.

Nevertheless, Shūnsui was a formidable man on his own aspect, you found the perfect partner in him for yourself. When you introduced him to your parents and friends; they were astonished. Being in relationship with a noble was a catch indeed, but Kyōraku Shūnsui? They were speechless, and most of them thought it wouldn't work for you two. You were a self independent woman, with decent job and post, you didn't need a man, especially a man like him.

But how people's thinking could be so shallow.

Indeed, you didn't need a man in your life to be perfect as some would presume. But to you, Shūn was everything. Despite his infuriating attitude in certain things and taking sick pleasure in it, although you had your fair share of fighting and bickering when first you two got hooked because of his unabashed behaviour towards women. Even though his laziness was unbearable that sometimes you'd scream in frustration, but he was the world to you.

Shūn was the man you found peace with, his presence in your life brought tranquility to your mind. He understood you like nobody else, he accepted your flaws like nobody did, he loved your imperfect perfection ever so delightfully. How he'd listen to you rambling for hours about abstract and unrealistic things, theorising weird thoughts about the universe while snuggling up to each other on your shared bed, drinking sake and kissing and cuddling. How he'd bare your bossy behaviour as if he were one if your subordinates at work, taking your orders so leisurely with playful "yes, ma'am" and a kiss on your forehead that would always melt your anger away. How he'd leave anything at hand when you needed him and hug you telling you how strong and brave you were.

He was heaven.

Despite his flirty behaviour with other women, and after being with him so long, you concluded that Shūnsui wasn't the cheater type, he'd never betray the woman he pledged his heart to. And in time, you found in it a way to tease him. He once confessed to you that he had had a crush on his brother's wife, Nanao's mother, but he always respected her a lot, and you could see why. She was akin to a mother to him, and when you joked around you'd say if he had a mommy kink, you'd be his mommy with pleasure. He had laughed so much at the time, and it ended up with you calling him daddy instead.

“Oh my God!” You squeled in rapture as you saw the neat table ready for you, you gave Shūnsui a quick peck on his cheek, telling him you'd have a quick shower and get changed.

Stepping outside the bathroom with damp hair and a towel around your now relaxed body, you went to the closet and picked a sexy, short red dress for the dinner. You grinned widely as you looked at yourself in the mirror; he'd definitely like it, he liked everything on you in fact.

True he was a man of a huge appetit, Shūnsui was never a demanding male. Of course, he loved to fuck you the most; pleasuring you, his beautiful woman, making you moan uncontrollably as he drew an orgasm after another in one session, turning you into a cumming mess as you clung desperately onto him. The sensual intimacy was one of perks of being Shūn's woman; everything could be turn into hedonism with him. He was a master at it, and he used it to vent you when you were distressed.

Shūnsui knew, he always knew when you just needed to be heard, when you needed advice, or when you needed an outlet from your stress. He'd make you cum over and over till your mind go blank, till you think only of him. He'd claim you multiple times with his remarkable, hairy body and you wouldn't even complain.

You spruced your hair up after drying it up, and applied a bit of make-up before emerging from the bedroom again.

You heard Shūnsui whistle, and you blushed.

“Wow, glad I came up with this instead of taking you out,” he took your hand and pressed a kiss on it. “You look stunning, milady,”

“Charmer,” You giggled, “You look handsome yourself,”

Your giggles turned into a slight yelp as he pulled you by the arm into his chest, placing a large hand on your derrière before starting to kiss you with hunger.

“Mmm, Shūn it's been a rough week without you...” You said between the kisses, “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

He made amused guttural sounds in his throat; your core throbbed.

“Oh, yeah, I pretty much have a major idea, sending me all those sexy pics of you,” He sucked on your lower lip teasingly, “naughty girl,”

You flushed at the memory; in the middle of the trip, when you were in your hotel room, you snapped yourself a bunch of salacious pics of yourself, sending them to your husband out of sheer playfulness, you already knew how needy he was in your absence, and you liked to tease him a bit.

“Thought they might become handy for your inspiration,” Now you bit on his lips, “Come to think of it. How's it goin'?”

He chuckled before flashing you a handsome smirk, “Pretty good actually, and your source of inspiration was indeed helpful. But I tend to more concrete inspiration, tho, wouldn't you agree, (Y/N)-chan?”

He gave you a playful squeeze on your butt to emphasize his point.

Although your cheeks were bright red, you couldn't let him have this game alone, you flashed him a smirk of your own.

“You know I'd love to be your Mona Lisa, Shūnui,”

As he was about to kiss you again, your stomach gurgled again. He chortled.

“Guess it has to wait till you eat, darling,”

You didn't know why, but you felt slightly embarrassed, and felt many things at the same time.

Shūnsui ushered you to the table, and like the gentleman he was, he pulled the chair for you, then took the seat across from you.

He poured a drink that you needed so much, before serving you your meal.

Shūnsui was the househusband whereas you were the employed one. But that didn't mean that he had no job. Shūnsui was a self-published author, writing mostly erotic and romance novels, and part-time artist with amazing talents.

You both talked about how you two spent the week separately, while having your delicious meal together; Shūnsui was an expert cook.

Your week wasn't that exciting, you were up to the neck with work as you were accompanying the boss himself to make deals and important stuff. Ukitake Jūshirō was one of the sweetest men you'd ever met, and you were lucky he was your boss, and more to that, you were so grateful to him, because he was the one who introduced you to his best friend years ago, whom now was your wonderful husband. You were so lucky.

On the other hand, Shūnsui wasn't much engrossed in work. He worked on some arts and made advances, same with his upcoming novel, especially after you provided him the inspiration he needed so much.

When you finished your supper, he insisted onnot letting you move a spoon, he told you to just wash your hands and take a rest, he'd take care of everything.

In the living room, he came with a bottle of sake —his and your favourite— with two cups. You snuggled up to his chest once he was seated, and started chatting about random things.

His free hand twiddled your hair slowly, caressed your back sensually, while kissing you now and then.

This was your favourite activity; just sake and kisses. Speaking and discussing each other's fantasies and laughing yourselves off of ridiculous matters.

“Gonna tell Ukitake not to take you from me like this,” He said against your lips in a deep drawl, “It was suffocating without you, (Y/N),”

Cheek pressed to your palm softly, you kissed his nose tenderly, “My dear Shūn, I'd never leave you like this again, I promise. I couldn't bare it either,” You brushed your thumb to his lips, “Thank you so much for everything you give me. I'm not poetic and charming like you to phrase how much I love you... I love you so much, Kyōraku Shūnsui,”

The smile he shot you melted your heart.

“You know, love, they say: brivety is the soul of wit.” He kissed your forehead with feather-like lips, “I love you, my sweet lovely darling,”

He continued on passing his gentle hand through your hair until you fell asleep on his chest. He pressed another kiss on your forehead before carrying you effortlessly to your shared bedroom.

#shunsui x reader #bleach shunsui #shunsui kyoraku #bleach kyoraku #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #bleach smut #kyoraku x reader #shunsui kyoraku x reader

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violettelueur · 4 years

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE ONE || RYOMEN SUKUNA

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mentions of blood + mention of killing + mention of mass murder (word massacres is mentioned) + mention of death + swearing and EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 07 february

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.8k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ next episode : for myself

↳ barista’s notes : to be honest with you guys, this little imagine here is such a mess and i had fun writing it since it have me an excuse to watch the first and a tiny bit of episodes one and two of jujutsu kaisen again ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. all the ‘curse spells’ mentioned in this are related to Bleach (their use of Kido - credits go to: Tite Kubo) so these ain’t my original ideas since i started this at like 11pm on a saturday night.

2. there is some dialogue missing since this is from your perspective as a reader and not Fushiguro’s or Itadori’s

3. as you all know, the storyline isn’t mine, it belongs to Gege Akutami

4. this whole thing might be confusing and please don’t expect a part two because i will do it when i am ready or feel like i can at the right time ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ

5. i don’t know, if i am going to add this onto my masterlist since this was just for fun to be honest!

thank you so much for taking the time to read this and i hope you enjoy your free cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen) ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

“L/N, are you going to come with us?”

Looking away from the window you were viewing out from, you paused sipping from your carton of orange juice before turning your head to quickly discover two female students looking at you with anticipation in their eyes only for you to look at them in some sort of confusion.

“Come one, don’t tell me you didn’t hear about it? Coach Takagi and Itadori are competing!” one of the girls complained, obviously slightly annoyed at your oblivious nature to the news that was going around the school at this moment in time.

“Competing for?” you then questioned, as you stood straight from your leaning position causing the other female student to then rapidly answer by saying, “Coach is trying to requite Itadori for the nationals, so if he wins then itadori has to join the track club to compete!”

‘Huh? What a drag’

“So do you wanna come to the track field with us to see who is going to win?” the two students asked again in a desperate tone, leading you to look at the window you were previously looking from to see the exact location that they had stated. “I’ll watch from here, it has a higher and wider view, so I would have a better look” you replied, before pointing at the track field that was on the other side of the glass causing the students to look out before nodding.

“We really want to see it up close, so we’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” the first female student asked, leading you to smile and nod at them before seeing them rapidly take off to the track field trying to make sure they arrived before the competition started.

Turning your smile back into a straight line, you turn back to the window that you were looking through before being interrupted while placing your drink’s straw between your lips letting the sweet but citrusy juice flow down your throat. Admiring the view, you decided to let your eyes roam free for a bit to see if there was anything interesting to observe before the supposed ‘competition’ started, which then led you to pause at the sight of the closed rugby field down below.

Coming out of the ground was a horrific creature with four arms before climbing up the pole revealing its large teeth leading you to stare at it with complete boredom as you then mentally took a quick note to exorcise it later when the school closed. However, what also came into your sights was a single male student down before staring at the same curse you were observing causing you to continue analysing the situation.

‘Can he see it? I don’t recall a student here having any curse energy’

From what you could tell, the student had black erratic hair with his hands in his pocket but from what you could see that other’s couldn’t, there was a faint but noticeable aura of curse energy surrounding his body generating a feeling of curiosity but nervousness within your stomach as you place your empty carton away from your lips. Suddenly, the male turned around leading you to have somewhat a clearer view of him, only to discover that he also had a pair of emerald eyes which then made you come to the conclusion that he wasn’t a student from the school. How could he? You could tell this ‘student’, and yourself was the same age meaning you would have at least seen him once or twice down the hallways and there was no new information about a student coming in, if there was, it would have been a buzz.

‘Don’t tell me one of the clans managed to find out about me?’ you anxious thought, leading you to take a short step back ensuring this sorcerer didn’t have a vivid view of you when you did of him. Hearing some cheering, you turned your head to the other side to find a small crowd forming with a metal ball being flung as two students ran out to measure the length between the dip of the sand from the coach indicating to you that the competition had started.

“14 metres!’ the one student shouted, leading to a round of applause from the audience spectating the event. However, from what your ears were managing to pick up, there were cheers for Itadori leading you to wonder if you could recall the classmate they were shouting for.

“Ah~ Itadori Yuji ha?” you rhetorically asked the air around you, not expecting an answer in return. Itadori Yuji was a first-year student like you were, member of the small occult research club with second years Sasaki and Iguchi when he could be in any athletic club if he wanted to. However, understandably you knew some people would rather do something than what their natural talents indicated. Once again, you saw the metal ball being thrown - this time from the pink-haired students - only for it to land that the corner of the football goal, yet what was the shocking thing was that the metal of the goal was bent leading you to look at the sight within widened eye - of course, you knew Itadori was fast and strong but not to the extent of what you had just witnessed.

“Wow, no wonder he was called ‘Tiger of the West Middle’,” you muttered under your breath before quickly reverting your eyes to find the sorcerer you were wary of. Surprisingly, he was now on the track field looking upon the competition mixing well with the other students like a little chameleon. Although, before you could continue to observe the student trying to see what his intentions were, Itadori suddenly ran past him with his large backpack on, only for the erratic-haired sorcerer’s eye to suddenly widen the second they crossed each other leading him to reach out for your classmate. However, there was only dust to be collected as Itadori was suddenly out of reach.

“Just what are you trying to gain, sorcerer? It’s already a drag that you’re here,” you quietly mumbled irritation before turning away from the window you were gazing from to collect your school bag from your classroom since you left it there to not have the burden of carrying it on your shoulder. However, what you didn’t notice was the same sorcerer peering up at the same window you were looking from with perplexity painted on his face.

‘Was someone watching me?’

ꕥ

“Don’t tell me someone got a hold of that damn finger?” you angrily stated, as you suddenly felt an immense amount of pressure invade the school causing you to wonder if there was anyone within the school with you right now, as you began to increasingly worry about whoever got a hold of the special-grade object that you found a few nights before.

“I put a protective seal on it, who the hell broke it!?” you muttered, as you panicky ran up the stairs trying to follow the presence of the object you were desperately trying to get a hold of before forcibly pushing a door open leading it to smash against the wall as you continued to sprint across the halls.

As you quickly turned the corner, you saw a large curse blocking the path leading you to instinctively flow your curse energy flow to your hand to the tips of your finger as you began to confidently recite the spell you were about to cast after you had finished drawing the symbol with your curse energy in the air.

“Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with the horror and then claw out your own throat! Binding Curse Spell number nine: Geki!” you chanted, leading to a thin light aqua aura of curse energy to surround the curse causing it to become completely paralysed. However, before you could cast another spell to destroy the curse, there was a sudden interruption causing you to look at the person in complete shock as they flew into the corridor from outside the window only for you to discover it was your own classmate.

“Itadori!” you screamed, only for him to grab what seemed like two people away from the curse as it was still immobilised from your spell leading you to turn to the side to find that it was both Sasaki and Iguchi in his arms causing your eye to further widen only for you to be then distracted by the curse being blown away to your direction leading you to use another spell to make sure you were caught in the process.

“Binding Curse Spell number eighty-one: Danku,” you hurriedly stated, leading to a large rectangular defensive wall to shield you away from the decapitated parts of the curse as well as the technique being used for it to explode the way it did. Unexpectedly, once the pathway was cleared you suddenly came eye to eye with the sorcerer you were peering down on the track field this afternoon causing a wave of uneasiness to consume your body.

“Who are you?” he questioned leading to the two dogs beside him to growl at you showing their sharp canine that could easily pierce your skin if he commanded them to. Slowly, your hand moved to the hilt of your katana that was hanging horizontally on your back, before quickly coming to the conclusion that it wasn’t difficult to slice the two dogs down if you desired to.

“Shikigamis huh? I should just cut the user down before they could reach me, then they would disappear’

“Oh L/N? What are you doing here?” Itadori asked in shock, leading you and the sorcerer to look at him before the sorcerer suspiciously asked, “you know who she is?”.

“She’s a student at my school, she is in the higher class since she’s smarter than me,” Itadori explained, as he took the time to check on his two club members with a sincere look on his face to then discover that they were unconscious with Sasaki in a decent state with Iguchi in somewhat the same condition but with injuries to his face. Letting your shield gradually disappear, you slowly walked up to your senior as you crouched down to hover a hand over his face letting a flow of curse energy begin to heal his wounds.

“Itadori, how the hell did they get the finger?” you angrily questioned the boy while continuing to heal your upperclassman causing him to look at you in shock - due to your acknowledgement of the object - as he caught the cursed object that slipped out of Sasaki’s pocket once he picked her up in a bridal style.

“How do you know about it?” the sorcerer then asked, only to be quickly silenced when you gave him a heated glare only for itadori to then explain that he was the one that picked it up for them since they wanted to sneak back into the school to unwrap the talisman for research for the occult club leading an irk to appear on your forehead. “Wasn’t there like a talisman paper placed on the door? You know like those like sheet of paper with Ancient Japanese writing painted on it?” you asked in a stern tone as you completed the healing process only for itadori to give you a questionable look.

“There was a hint of paper being there, but it seemed like it was ripped off,” itadori answered wearily, leading you to look up at him with enlarged eyes as you let out a breath of complete shock.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN RIPPED OFF?” you screamed as you rushed to your feet before grabbing the collar of his classic yellow jumper. From what you could recall, there was no possible way for the seal to be completely ripped off by the hands of a normal person, not even a simple sorcerer could even go through the barrier you had placed on it leading you to turn to the sorcerer, who was looking at the argument that was occurring right in front of his face.

“Was it you? No, from what I can see, you ain’t even a high enough grade to even go through it...Ah shit,” you cursed as you let go of Itadori’s collar before beginning to try to think of all the possibilities that could have happened that led to this accident.

“So, is this it Fushiguro?” Itadori asked the sorcerer, completely ignoring you as you were in a state of shock and confusion on what was going on. “Yeah, that’s the special-grade curse object, Ryomen Sukuna’s finger,” the sorcerer confirmed with Itadori as he then quickly mentioned, “it’s a miracle that it didn’t get swallowed, thanks to L/N curse technique back there.”

‘Fushiguro huh? Not Zenin, that’s a relief’

“Why would anything eat it? Does it taste good?” Itadori asked in curiosity, leading you and Fushguro to look at the boy with a questionable look on both your faces.

“Don’t be stupid,” you and Fushiguro simultaneously stated causing both of you to look at each other in shock before you then explained, “you’d do it to gain stronger curse energy. It’s dangerous, so hand it over to Fushiguro, it’s best to have him keep hold of it since the seal I placed was broken.”

“Sure, sure,” Itadori casually said, as he outstretched his hand to pass the finger to Fushiguro. However, before the sorcerer could take the object away from Itadori’s gasp, a large hand began to reach down below the two people causing you to look up in fear before instinctively pushing the two boys away from the area it was trying to target.

“RUN!” you screamed, before the ceiling crashed down between both of you, leaving you completely alone and vulnerable as the dust invaded your sights. In a panic, you swiftly grabbed the hilt of your katana to release the blade from its casing revealing an all-black weapon your hands, but once the smoked clear you found Fushiguro trapped in the hands of the curse before being forcibly through to the concrete wall causing a few hints of blood escaping from his mouth, to which lead to the two dogs that were protecting Itadori as well as the two second-year to disappear.

‘Shadows? Don’t tell me…’

However, before you could even complete your sudden thought, there was a sudden flash of lights blinding you before the whole side of the school to be destroyed along with Fushiguro, who was thrown across. In a state of terror, you rushed outside before using your speed to jump up the height needed before stabbing back of the curse’s head with your katana before quickly retreating back, leaving it there as the curse screeched in pain while preparing another curse spell to use to finish off the monstrosity.

“Destructive Curse Spell number seventy-three: Soren Soka-” you screamed, but you were interrupted once you suddenly found Itadori aggressively punch the curse’s head leading Fushiguro, who was laying down on the ground with blood pouring down his face to angrily shout, “Itadori! Why can’t you understand to take those two and run?!”.

“You’re in big trouble yourself!” Itadori screamed back, before being swung around as he then suddenly was being dragged along the metal railings of the balcony before his body was then swung into the air.

“Only curses can exorcise other curses! You can’t beat it!” Fushiguro argued back, only for this attempt to fall on death’s ears as itadori continued to fight against the curse as he masterfully dodged its attacks before playing his own as he kicked its ruby eye.

“Besides, I have my own troublesome curse already!” Itadori declared, causing you to look at your classmate in complete annoyance since you didn’t have a single clue on what he was rabbling about. As of right now, all you were wondering was where the cursed finger was since the last time you had seen it was in Itdori’s possession.

Suddenly, before you realised it, the mentioned cursed object had slipped out of Itadori’s grasp causing you to quickly stand up on your feet to jump across the cure to reach it. On the other hand, it seemed like the curse was blocking your way by how it used both its arms to capture Itadori leading to the student to jump as high as he could to catch the finger by the grip of his teeth.

“You idiot!” you screamed, as you tried to concentrate your curse energy to flow to your palms as your katana was still within the curse’s head. “Hand it over to me or you'll be eaten, too!” Fushiguro yelled in a panic as he finally got up on his feet to chase after the wanted object.

Slowly, you raised your right hand before using your index finger to use it as a guide to where to aim your next spell at the finger without damaging your schoolmate in the process. “Destructive Curse Spell number one: Sho,” you quickly chanted leading to a small amount of curse energy in a concentrated manner to shoot from the tip of your index finger, yet before it even had the chance to hit the finger away from Itadori’s teeth, he threw thing finger up in the air using the force of his head leading your curse spell to be a futile attempt.

“There is a way to save everyone! I just need some cursed energy right. Fushiguro, L/N?!” Itadori cried out, leading you to again attempt to shoot the cursed finger away from where you assumed Itadori wanted it to go, while Fushiguro looked upon the situation in complete fear of what was going to happen.

“Don’t..Don’t do it!” Fushiguro shouted in a hostile tone, only for Itadori to swallow the special-grade cursed object causing you and the other sorcerer to look at the scene in complete disbelief.

‘He’s going to die, that’s a deadly poison..but...there’s a one in a million chance’

Suddenly, the arms of the curse disintegrated into small particles of flesh before Itadori landed on his feet, only for the curse to attempt to attack the salmon-hair boy again, leading to being completely destroyed with a single wing of an arm to which caused your katana, which was stuck within the flesh of the curse, to fly into the air before landing with a loud ‘clunk’.

Yet, that wasn’t your main concern.

Your feet were glued to the ground as you looked upon the sight right in front of you. Fushiguro was staring at the same scene with dread flooding his green eyes as Itadori was now covered with the black markings of what you both come to know from basic jujutsu knowledge.

‘Y/N dear, I’m so sorry for putting you through this, if Sukuna ever comes into this era, it is your duty as a sorcerer and the only offspring of the L/N clan to exorcise him, promise me that please?’

‘Why.....why did you have to die mother?’

“Ah, I knew it! The light feels best in the flesh,” ‘Itadori’ declared, as he then processed to rip his yellow hoodie in excitement before brisking his flesh to the moonlight that was shining right above him. “A cursed spirit’s flesh is so boring. Where are the people? The women?!” ‘Itadori’ questioned before jumping onto the railings as he continued his speech, “what a wonderful era to be in, women and children are crawling everywhere like maggots. Marvellous! It’ll be a massacre!”

Without the acknowledgement of who you deemed to be Sukuna and Fushiguro, you slowly raised your right hand with an open palm as you began to whisper another curse spell to make the exorcism a little easier for you, “Binding Curse Spell number sixty-three: Sajo Sabaku''. As you closed your palm, there was a sudden manifestation of a yellow electrified chain being created as it loosely surrounded the King of Curse before tightly securing its place around his body.

“Ah-” Sukuna said in surprise before taking a step back from the balcony to observe the yellow chains that encaptured him. “L/N!” Fushiguro shouted as he looked at you with widened eyes surprised at how you figured out how to retain him so fast.

‘At this rate, he should be somewhat easier to exorcise, Itadori has only one finger within his system, it’s going to be okay right?’

However, before you could even comprehend what to do next as your tactic you suddenly heard a change in tone of voice. “What do you think you’re doing with my body?” Sukuna asked, only for you to realise that it was Itadori who was speaking at this moment in time, “give it back”.

“How are you able to move?” Sukuna questioned his vessel back, as he was in pure confusion on how the human still maintained some control of his body. “I mean, it’s my body,” itadori answered back, only causing you more confusion on what was going on since Sukuna’s markings were still visible to his body.

“Don’t move! You’re no longer human,” Fushiguro stated in a serious tone, as he crouched down before moving his hand in front of him as he processed to make fists.

“Under Jujutsu regulations, Itadori Yuuji, I will exorcise you as a curse!” Fushiguro announced, causing you to look at him with surprise painted upon your face. However, since you were beginning to lose a certain amount of curse energy, your chains slowly began to disappear leading Itadori’s hands to now more freely while Fushiguro’s worries about you begin to increase.

“Wait, really. I‘m just fine!” Itadori stated in innocence, as he raised his now-free hands as if he was surrendering to the sorcerer while his markings began to fade gradually. “More importantly, you and I are both pretty beat up, let’s go to a hospital,” Itadori declared as he was worried for the male right in front of him. On the other hand, you suddenly realise that there were shadows slowly swirling around Fushiguro leading to your assumption earlier to be true.

‘Fushguro is a Zenin...I..have….to’

“What’s the situation?”

All of a sudden, a new voice came into the area leading you to turn your head to the side to find a rather tall male standing next to Fushiguro. From a quick glance, you could immediately inform yourself that had spiky white hair with a black blindfold covering his eyes, as he carried a paper bag on his arm while wearing a similar outfit to Fushiguro meaning he was another sorcerer.

“Gojo-sensei?! Why are you here?” Fushiguro asked in surprise, as he turned to look at what you assumed to be his teacher leading to the shadows around him to immediately disappear from sight.

“Gojo…” you muttered under your breath as you looked at the two male sorcerers right in front of you in horror as you came to the realisation on the situation you were facing.

‘Mother…..I’ve been found…..’

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villains-simp · 2 years

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Masterlist

Sakamaki Brother’s / Yui komori :

Headcanons

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Moodboard

Meme’s/ Random Shit

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guniguning-munimuni · 3 years

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isinumpang pag-ibig

sukuna x mangkukulam!reader

cw: kinda toxic relationship, violence, op!reader

note: thanks for @lumpiang-toge for hosting this event! first time ko magsulat ng readerfic in filipino so pasensiya if medyo awkward yung ibang pangungusap. thanks for reading!

you can check out other works in the masterlist here.

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Kagaya ng ibang mga kuwento, nagsimula ang lahat sa hindi ordinaryo. Nagsimula sa iyo, sa kanya, noong ilang dekada na ang nakakaraan.

Kung iisipin, halos lahat ng mga mito at alamat sa iba't-ibang panig ng mundo ay may pagkakapareho. Siguro dahil nasa iisang ninuno lang tayong pinagmulan. Siguro dahil may pagkakapareho tayo ng kalikasang nilakihan--iisang saribuhay na nagbibigay sa'tin ng kabuhayan.

Isa lang ang sigurado. Saanmang lupain o kailan mang panahon, hindi mawawala ang hidwaan sa sangkatauhan. Mga negatibong emosyon na nagbibigay buhay sa mga puwersa na akala natin ay guni-guni lang. Mga puwersa na nabubuhay sa galit, sakim, kurapsyon—mga sumpa.

Anong gagawin mo kung makita mo ang sarili mong magkaroon ng kakayahang kontrolin ang mga negatibong emosyon, hanggang sa makahulma ng puwersa—ng kapanyarihang kakaiba sa ordinaryo?

Bulong-bulungan sa bayan ang iyong kakayahan. Pinili mong manirahan sa pinakaliblib na lugar sa kabundukan upang lumayo sa mga tao, sa takot na baka makasakit ka nang hindi mo sinasadya.

Sabi nila, isa kang mangkukulam. Kaya mo raw kumontrol ng sumpa.

Ngunit ikaw nga ba ang kumokontrol ng sumpa o ang kinokontrol nito? Ikaw nga ba ang nagsusumpa, o ang isinumpa?

Mainit ang haplos ng sinag ng araw sa iyong pisngi. Parang mabigat na buhos ng ulan ang pagbagsak ng tubig mula sa malapit na talon. Nakaupo ka sa malaking bato sa gilid ng ilog, nagbababad sa init ng araw.

Payapa. Tahimik. Tanging huni lang ng mga ibon at wagaspas ng mga dahon ng mga puno't halaman. Parang ang hirap na ulit bumalik sa sibilisasyon kapag nasanay ka na sa sarili mong presensiya.

Kaya naman mabilis mong napansin ang isa pang presensiya mula sa kalapit na puno, nagtatago sa lilim nito.

Rinig mo ang yapak ng pares ng bakya, tunog ng kawayan sa bato. Magaan lang na parang dumaang hangin. Hindi mapapansin na may ibang presensiya kung hindi dahil sa anino na humarang sa sinag ng araw na binibiladan mo.

"Napakarami ko pang pinuntahang lugar, dito lang pala kita matatagpuan."

Ilang segundo ang lumipas bago mo maproseso ang sinabi niya. Ibang lengguwahe. Kung hindi dahil sa serye ng mga sumpang nakapinta sa hulma ng iyong mukha, hindi mauunawaan ng iyong isipan ang kanyang mga kataga.

Hindi ka gumalaw sa pwesto mo. Nakaharang pa rin siya sa araw. Dahan-dahan kang dumilat.

"Hindi ka tagarito."

"Marunong ka pala mag-Nihonggo? Pero hindi sabay sa hulma ng bibig mo ang—ah." May kislap sa mata ng nilalang na kaharap mo noong mapagtanto niya ang isinumpang teknik. "'Yun pala 'yon."

"Naliligaw ka ba?"

"Hindi mo 'ko kilala?" Noong hindi ka agad nakasagot, umupo ito upang maging kapantay ang iyong mga mata. Direkta ka niyang tinignan—na parang ngayon lang siya nakakita ng kagaya mo. "Hindi ka sisigaw? Hindi ka natatakot?"

Dalawang pares ng kamay at paa. Hugis at kurba ng isa pang bibig sa tiyan. Napansin mong nakatali ang manggas ng kasuotan nito sa kanyang bewang. Tumutulo ang pawis mula sa kanyang dibdib pababa sa tiyan, siguro dahil sa init ng araw. Hindi siguro siya sanay sa ganitong panahon.

Unang ramdam mo palang sa presensiya ng nilalang na ito, alam mo nang hindi ito ordinaryo. Makapanyarihan at mabigat sa pakiramdam. May halong amoy ng dugo at karahasan.

Hinahanap ka niya. Tinutugis ka niya. Sa anong dahilan, hindi mo alam. Sinabi niyang nanggaling siya sa iba't-ibang lugar para lang matunton ka.

Kung bababa ka ng bundok upang kumustahin ang mga munting mga tirahan doon, may madadatnan ka pa ba?

"Hindi ba dapat mas matakot ka dahil kailangan mo pang tumawid ng karagatan para makabalik sa teritoryo mo?" Wala siyang takas. Kung sinuman itong dayuhang nilalang na ito, wala siyang ibang matataguan kung gugustuhin mo siyang patayin.

"Nakakabagot."

"Nandito ka ba para patayin ako?"

Ngumisi siya. "At kung oo?"

Naramdaman muna ni Sukuna ang pagtaas ng temperatura. Pagpikit niya, nakabuwelo ka na ng puwesto. Nakaatras ang isang paa at may hawak na kampilan. Pagdilat niya, binati siya ng malakas na hanging nagdulot ng sandamakmak na hiwa sa kanyang balat.

Mabilis itong gumaling.

"Gusto mo palang makipaglaro." Ngumisi ang nilalang. "Pagbibigyan kita."

Hindi mo na maalala kung sino ang nanalo sa una niyong duwelo. Ang naaalala mo lang ay ang pagyanig ng lupa (nabawasan yata ng taas ang bundok matapos ang laban niyo) at ang pagbuhos ng ulan (nagkaroon ng epekto ang mga kapanyarihan niyo sa klima ng bundok).

Naaalala mong may talon malapit sa tirahan mo, pero ngayon naging tuwid na ilog nalang ito.

Napilitang umatras ang nilalang noong mapagtanto na hindi lang ikaw ang kalaban niya rito—pati ang mismong lupain kung saan ka ipinanganak. Kahit ang kalikasan ay nilalabanan siya. Ang hangin, lupa, halaman, mga puno, at kahit mga hayop—lahat ay kumokontra sa nilalang.

Pagbalik mo sa tirahan mo, isang munting bahay-kubo na ikaw lang ang nagtayo—halos manlumo ka noong makitang gumuho na ito. Inabot ulit ng isang linggo bago ka muling magkaroon ng bubong sa ulo.

Alam mo sa sarili mong babalik ang nilalang. Hindi mo lang alam kung kailan.

Hm, kung iisipin—hindi mo naitanong ang pangalan niya.

Bumaba ang mata mo sa iyong mga kamay. May gasgas ang daliri mo mula sa laban niyo. Ngayon ka nalang ulit nakaramdam ng ganitong kasabikan.

Minsan ka nalang makaramdam ng paglukso ng dugo sa isang laban. Madalas, ang mga pinapadalang tauhan para tumugis sa'yo ay masyadong mahihina, o masyadong ordinaryo. Kalupitan na kung papatulan mo pa sila.

Sa una niyong pagtatagpo, naglaban kayo sa puntong muntik niyo nang mapatay ang isa't-isa. Dumanak ang dugo. Nadurog na buto. Gumunaw na bundok. Dalawang makapanyarihang nilalang na may magkaibang pinagmulan.

Sa pangalawang pagkakataon, nagliyab ang lupa. Sinunog niya ang kagubatan mo—at kapalit, pinabagsak mo ang kalangitan sa kanya. Literal na nadaganan ang nilalang ng bigat ng mundo—hanggang sa mabaon sa lupa.

Oras ang lumipas bago niya muling mahukay ang sarili pabalik sa tuktok. Pagbalik niya, nandoon ka na at naghihintay. Nakaupo katabi ng ilog, nasa tabi ng hita ang kampilan, at may dalawang tasa ng tsaa.

Ibinigay mo ang pangalan mo at ibinigay niya ang kaniya.

Sukuna.

Sa puntong 'to, hindi na ito pagkakataon. Naging lima ang dalawa. Naging sampu. Hanggang sa hindi mo na binilang dahil parang wala na namang katapusan. Ganoon ba ka-nakakabagot sa lugar niya kaya lagi itong naghahanap ng pagkakainteresan?

"Hindi ka napapagod?" tanong mo matapos ang isa sa mga duwelo niyo. Nagsisimula nang gumaling ang mga sugat na iniwan niyo sa katawan ng isa't-isa.

Bilog ang buwan, nagkalat ang mga bituin sa karimlan na parang talsik ng pinta sa isang dibuho. Madilim sa bakuran ng iyong tirahan, tanging ang ningas lang sa lampara ang nagbibigay ng liwanag sa pagitan niyong dalawa ni Sukuna.

"Kaya kong gumalaw simbilis ng liwanag. Paano ako mapapagod?" Ngumiti si Sukuna. Matalas ang mga ngipin nito, parang kayang-kaya ngumuya ng sariwang laman. "Bakit? Ayaw mo na ba 'kong makita?"

"Sa bawat laban natin, laging nagkakaroon ng sakuna. Iniisip nila na ako ang may dahilan nito. Na sa sobrang galit at poot ko, isinumpa ko na ang buong lugar. Dumarami ang mga tumutugis sa'kin."

May kung ano sa mga mata ni Sukuna na hindi mo matukoy. Gaya ng nakita mo noong una mo siyang nakatagpo. Mabigat na presensiya at amoy ng dugo't karahasan.

Siguro sa liwanag lang ito ng lampara. Hindi mo ito pinansin.

"Dumarami na ang gustong pumatay sa'yo."

Tumawa ka. "Hindi ba't gano'n rin ang gusto mo?"

Nagulat ka noong bigla niyang inilapit ang mukha sa iyo.

"Hindi mo alam kung anong gusto ko."

Ramdam mo ang pagkabog sa iyong dibdib. Siguro matagal ka nang hindi nakakaranas ng presensiya ng ibang tao kaya kinakabahan ka. Kinakabahan ka ba talaga? Bakit parang ang sikip yata bigla ng puwang sa pagitan niyo? Bakit parang mas lalong lumalapit ang mukha niya sa'yo?

"Ano bang gusto mo, Sukuna?"

"Tama ka, nakakapagod nga." Nangunot ang noo mo sa biglang pagliko niya ng usapan. Bumaba ang mata ni Sukuna sa mukha mo, pababa papunta sa iyong kamay. Inilapit niya ang mga daliri niya sa iyo. Ramdam mo ang init at gaspang ng kanya sa iyong balat.

"Sumama ka sa'kin."

Nanlaki ang mata mo. Hindi mo inaasahan ang bigla niyang imbita. Nakatitig pa rin siya sa'yo, naghihintay ng iyong sagot. Pinagmamasdan ang pagtataka at kaguluhan sa iyong mukha. Ramdam mo pa rin ang haplos ng daliri niya sa kamay mo, nag-uudyok ng iyong sagot.

Sumama kay Sukuna?

"...Bakit?"

"Bakit hindi?" tugon niya. "Wala ka namang maiiwan dito. Mag-isa ka lang rito sa bundok maliban nalang sa mga bumibisita sa'yo para patayin ka—"

"Gaya mo?"

"—Iba 'yon. Iba ako. Masyado kang makapanyarihan para makulong sa ganitong lugar. May potensiyal ka."

"Potensiyal? Anong potensyal?"

"Wala ka bang ambisyon?" Umangat ang haplos ng daliri ni Sukuna papunta sa iyong braso. Hinawakan ng kabilang kamay mo ang kamay niya, ngunit hindi mo pinigilan ang mga haplos niya. "Dito ka nalang buong buhay mo? Nagtatanim ng kung ano-ano, nag-iikot-ikot sa gubat para mamitas ng prutas at gulay?"

Pinigilan mo ang paghaplos niya. "Hindi ko alam na ang baba pala ng tingin mo sa'kin."

"Kung mababa ang tingin ko sa'yo, hindi na kita pupuntahan rito linggo-linggo para lang makita ka."

"Kung sasama man ako sa'yo, anong naghihintay sa'kin doon?" Hindi mo mapigilang itanong. "Anong kailangan mo sa'kin, Sukuna?"

"Malakas ka. Malakas ako," sagot niya. "Kaya nating mapasakamay ang mundo."

Naalala mo ang itsura lagi ng lugar pagkatapos niyong maglaban ni Sukuna. Parang nagkaroon ng malalang sakuna. Laging may nasisira. Laging may nadudurog. Laging may nasusunog.

Ano kayang itsura ng mundo na ihuhulma niya?

Gaano katatag ang sikmura mo sa mundo ng karahasan at dugo?

Anong mangyayari kapag tumanggi ka?

Tinitigan mo si Sukuna. Mala-halimaw na anyo. Malakas. Makapanyarihan. Uhaw sa dugo at laging nakikipaglaban. Ngunit sa sandaling ito, payapa siya sa tabi mo. Nakatingin sa'yo na para kang mga bituin sa langit.

Inilapat mo ang palad mo sa magkabilang pisngi ni Sukuna. Nanlaki ang mata niya, hindi inaasahan ang biglang haplos ng iyong daliri sa kanyang mukha. Sa mga linyang nakapinta sa kanyang balat—sa pisngi, pababa sa labi.

Inilapit mo ang mukha mo sa kanya. Nakatitig siya sa'yo na parang hindi ka niya maalis sa paningin. Na parang ikaw ang nag-iisang tanawin na kaharap. Na parang kabigha-bighaning larawan.

Sa puntong 'to, alam na ni Sukuna na hindi ka niya papakawalan.

Ramdam ni Sukuna ang labi mo sa kanyang tenga.

At doon, ibinulong mo ang iyong sagot.

#🇵🇭 — piliin mo ako #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #sfw #guniguni writes

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keikakudori · 3 years

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Since we're already on the topic of kido and the novels crushing my dreams, what other kido do you think Aizen invented? Did he ever think they were good enough, or was he a perfectionist who thought he could do more?

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

look i can't help you with the novels crushing your dreams but that's why canon is something to pick and choose that's the sanest and safest way of dealing with canon at any given time, capiche?

okay jokes aside, aizen has absolutely invented a wide array of kido, from the mundane to the absolutely useful. given how much of an inventor he is and how creative he can be, his kido creation has ranged from simple things such as making balls of light to probably networks of attack kido the way we saw momo do in the winter war to, well --

MAKING A FUCKING SUN.

aizen fucking made the sun in las noches and it's a Kido and he did that. aizen fucking took Kido and made a goddamned SUN and i feel like that's something that should be talked about more often because what the fuck he just did some nuclear fusion in las noches no big deal and he mADE A GODDAMN SUN.

aizen is absolutely a perfectionist but he can't always see ways of how to improve upon a Kido he makes. but he will absolutely spend time tweaking the ones he does make as well as the ones that have always been taught. this man even knows the forbidden types of kido, since he recognized the itto kaso that yamamoto tried to use on him in an instant.

one day i'll try to figure out what all the original kido aizen's come up with are. it'd be convenient for kubo to put out a masterlist of kido, of course, but the fact that he hasn't means that i just have free real estate with everything.

#magicalgirlcoral

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 3 years

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2022 movie of the week: masterlist

my plan is to watch one movie a week. if i happen to watch more than that, great, but it’'ll be a bonus and won’t count for a following week. i’ll review my weekly movie same as i review all the movies i watch, and check them off my watchlist as i go. (my watchlist just gets longer every year. maybe 2022 is the year i finally make a dent!)

4th man out (2015)

892 (TBD)

12 years a slave (2013)

a family man (2016)

a man called otto (2023)

a room with a view (1985)

a simple favor (2018)

a single man (2009)

a wrinkle in time (2018)

about time (2013)

admission (2013)

after yang (TBD)

all the bright places (2020)

always be my maybe (2019)

ammonite (2020)

amsterdam (2022)

an education (2009)

ant man (2015)

ant man and the wasp (2018)

anything's possible (2022)

aquaman (2018)

arrival (2016)

atonement (2007)

august: osage county (2013)

babylon (2023)

bad education (2019)

be kind rewind (2008)

bedazzled (2000)

begin again (2013)

big eyes (2014)

billy elliot (2000)

black panther: wakanda forever (2022)

blockers (2018)

bohemian rhapsody (2018)

bowfinger (1999)

boy erased (2018)

brideshead revisited (2008)

bright young things (2003)

burn burn burn (2015)

cairo time (2009)

can you ever forgive me? (2018)

catherine called birdy (2022)

chef (2014)

clemency (2019)

coco (2017)

colette (2018)

crazy rich asians (2018)

crouching tiger, hidden dragon (2000)

crush (2022)

cyrano (2021)

demolition man (1993)

devil’s knot (2013)

die hard (1988)

disclosure (2020)

disenchanted (2022)

do revenge (2022)

dog day afternoon (1975)

downton abbey (2019)

downton abbey: a new era (2022)

dreamgirls (2006)

dual (TBD)

earth girls are easy (1988)

effie gray (2014)

eighty for brady (?)

encanto (2021)

enola holmes (2020)

enola holmes 2 (2022)

eurovision song contest: the story of fire saga (2020)

fantastic beasts: the crimes of grindelwald

fantastic beasts: the secrets of dumbledore

fast color (2018)

fighting with my family (2019)

fright night (2011)

galaxy quest (1999)

girls trip (2017)

glass onion: a knives out mystery (2022)

gone girl (2014)

good luck to you, leo grande (2022)

goodbye christopher robin (2017)

gosford park (2001)

gunpowder milkshake (2021)

happy death day (2017)

happy death day 2u (2019)

happy texas (1999)

her smell (2018)

hidden figures (2016)

high school musical (2006)

high school musical 2 (2007)

high school musical 3 (2008)

holes (2003)

honk for jesus. save your soul. (2022)

honor society (2022)

how to talk to girls at parties (2017)

how to train your dragon (2010)

hysteria (2011)

i am not your negro (2017)

i don’t feel at home in this world anymore (2017)

i, tonya (2017)

i wanna dance with somebody (2022)

if beale street could talk (2018)

inception (2010)

infinitely polar bear (2014)

jackie (2016)

jane got a gun (2015)

joyful noise (2012)

judas and the black messiah (2021)

junebug (2005)

jupiter ascending (2015)

jurassic world: dominion (2022)

just mercy (2019)

kajillionaire (2020)

keeping mum (2005)

knife fight (2012)

kubo and the two strings (2016)

laggies (2014)

last christmas (2019)

last holiday (2006)

late night (2019)

legally blonde (2001)

lemonade mouth (2011)

little (2019)

logan lucky (2017)

love guaranteed (2020)

love, simon (2018)

ma rainey’s black bottom (2020)

magic mike (2012)

magic mike xxl (2015)

mansfield park (1999)

marry me (2022)

mars attacks! (1996)

mary queen of scots (2018)

master (2022)

me and earl and the dying girl (2015)

meet the robinsons (2007)

megamind (2010)

men in black international (2019)

mermaids (1990)

miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children (2016)

miss pettigrew lives for a day (2008)

miss sloane (2016)

mixtape (2021)

monkey business (1952)

monuments men (2014)

moonlight (2016)

moonrise kingdom (2012)

moonshot (2022)

mr. magorium’s wonder emporium (2007)

mr. mom (1983)

much ado about nothing (2011)

nancy drew and the hidden staircase (2019)

nanny mcphee (2005)

nanny mcphee returns (2010)

never let me go (2010)

newsies (1992)

no time to die (2021)

nope (2022)

northanger abbey (2007)

not okay (2022)

obvious child (2014)

on the come up (2022)

other people (2016)

pacific rim (2013)

paddington (2014)

paddington 2 (2017)

palm springs (2020)

parasite (2019)

paris is burning (1990)

passing (2021)

penelope (2007)

pete’s dragon (2016)

phoenix rising (2022)

pirate radio (2009)

please stand by (2017)

pride (2014)

pride and prejudice and zombies (2016)

professor marston and the wonder women (2016)

return to oz (1985)

rise of the guardians (2012)

rita moreno: just a girl who decided to go for it (2021)

rocketman (2019)

roll bounce (2005)

rosaline (2022)

saving face (2004)

say anything (1989)

scream (2022)

see how they run (2022)

seeking a friend for the end of the world (2012)

shoplifters (2018)

short term 12 (2013)

sing street (2016)

sleeping with other people (2015)

someone great (2019)

soul (2020)

spiderman: far from home (2019)

spiderman: homecoming (2017)

spiderman: into the spiderverse (2018)

spiderman: no way home (2021)

spin me round (2022)

spotlight (2015)

spring awakening: those you’ve known (2022)

spy kids (2001)

stage fright (2014)

step up (2006)

suicide squad (2016)

teeth (2007)

the 355 (2022)

the anniversary party (2001)

the batman (2022)

the beguiled (2017)

the best exotic marigold hotel (2012)

the breadwinner (2017)

the children act (2017)

the craft: legacy (2020)

the disaster artist (2017)

the divine order (2017)

the emperor’s new groove (2000)

the eyes of tammy faye (2021)

the fall (2006)

the favourite (2018)

the fight (2020)

the fighting temptations (2003)

the five year engagement (2012)

the gentlemen (2020)

the godfather (1972)

the godfather part 2 (1974)

the godfather part 3 (1990)

the great gatsby (2013)

the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society (2018)

the hate u give (2018)

the hunchback of notre dame (1996)

the hunt (2020)

the iron lady (2011)

the legend of tarzan (2016)

the master (2012)

the matrix resurrections (2021)

the notebook (2004)

the old guard (2020)

the outfit (2022)

the photograph (2020)

the prince of egypt (1998)

the prom (2020)

the queen (2006)

the second best exotic marigold hotel (2016)

the secret garden (2020)

the skeleton twins (2014)

the spy who dumped me (2018)

the suicide squad (2021)

the trial of the chicago 7 (2020)

the truman show (1998)

the unbearable weight of massive talent (2022)

the united states vs. billie holiday (2021)

the velocipastor (2018)

the way he looks (2014)

the woman king (2022)

their finest (2016)

this means war (2012)

tootsie (1982)

treasure planet (2002)

troop zero (2019)

turning red (2022)

two lovers and a bear (2016)

us (2019)

valley girl (2020)

velvet goldmine (1998)

venom (2018)

venom: let there be carnage (2021)

victoria & abdul (2017)

walk the line (2005)

west side story (2021)

wet hot american summer (2001)

what we do in the shadows (2014)

where’d you go, bernadette (2019)

widows (2018)

wild target (2010)

wonder woman 1984 (2020)

yesterday (2019)

young adult (2011)

zombieland: double tap (2019)

#2022 motw #movies #2022 goals

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more-stuff-of-pi · 4 years

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Captain My Own Way

request: Can you do a Sawamura Daichi imagine where he’s dating the captain of the debate team and she’s having a hard time with her vice captain who thinks she only got the captainship because she’s a girl (the team is mostly boys) even though she’s hard working and smart so Daichi confronts the guy and she’s annoyed at him because she can handle it and he doesn’t understand because he’s trying to help and it’s the two of them working it out since they love and admire each other? {from @gloryofroses19}

a/n: I know nothing about debate team and Google has failed me, so I apologize in advance but I did try my best :’( Thank you for the request (it’s my first one yay \(^ヮ^)/)! I hope it’s up to your liking :’)) We love and stan communication in this house

notes: y/s/n = your surname. requests are open :) find my masterlist here

pairing: sawamura daichi x fem!debate team captain!reader | genre: minor angst (w/lots of fluff) | warnings: swearing | word count: 1,856

“--and that’s why homework as a whole should be banned. For the benefit of students and teachers alike!” Otsuka rushed out his concluding sentence just as your phone’s timer went off.

“And time!” You stand up from where you and your vice captain, Masuda, had set up as a judges panel for the mock-debate. “Great work, Otsuka-kun! You played on logos for the majority of your argument but tying it all up with a call on pathos was a great way to conclude your counterpoint to Nomura’s argument. From the notes that Masuda and I took, I think we both agree that Otsuka-kun’s team won this debate.”

Annoyance rises in you as you struggle to maintain a light and positive composure while giving feedback to your team. The only tell was the slight twitch of your eye. Your vice had reluctantly grunted his agreement, arms crossed as he put in no effort to even pretend that he valued your opinion whatsoever.

“Nomura,” you refocused, “next time, for your conclusion, I think you should follow Otsuka-kun’s example and play more on the feelings of your audience! Empathy and sympathy are incredibly powerful emotions that can very well help decide someone’s position on an issue.” Nomura, the sweetheart that he is, smiles and nods shyly in response. You clap your hands, signaling the end of practice. “Okay! I’ll see you all on Friday for another mock-debate! I’ve managed to get Aoba Johsai to agree to a practice with us, so I expect you all to bring your best so that we can wipe the floor with them,” you grin proudly.

“What!” Kubo gasps. “How’d you do that?!”

You wink at her. “I’ve got my connections.”

“You’re so cool, Y/s/n-san!” Sugiyama whines, sweeping his things messily into his bag.

You grin, though, from the corner of your eye, you see Masuda give an exaggerated eye roll at your kouhais’ praise. He won’t let you have one goddamn thing will he.

As you neatly organize the files on your table, putting them away orderly, you occasionally break concentration to wave goodbye to the rest of the team filtering their way out of the classroom you all have been using as your club meeting space. As Ueno is the last one to leave, scrambling after Kubo and asking her on a date she always rejects, you’re left alone with Masuda. You feel like throwing up. It’s only been one full month since you’ve been the official captain of the Karasuno debate team and your vice has been doing a great job making your position a living hell.

“So, how did you manage to snag a practice debate, captain?” Masuda sneered.

You swallowed your desire to punch him square in the mouth and plastered on what you hoped to be a polite smile. “As I said, Masuda, I have connections in high places. They’re important in life’s work, you know.”

Masuda snorted. “They probably only agreed because you’re a girl and those are rare on debate teams.”

“Would you please stop talking about girls like we’re a rare species? Just because you aren’t well-acquainted with us does not mean that we don’t exist.” You mentally simultaneously kicked yourself for being such a smartass and gave yourself a fist bump for the same reason.

Masuda’s smirk fell to a glare. You only smiled brighter in response. Masuda huffed at you, grabbing his things and brushing past you as he left. “Bye, Masuda-kun! See you Friday!” you called cheerily, happy for the win.

For the past week it had been nothing but underhanded comments from him about how you supposedly got your position of captain due to your being a female. As far as you were concerned, you had worked your ass off for the past three years, jumping at any chance to make connections and help hoist up your ability as a debater and a leader. You were smart as hell and maintained your knowledge by reading up on as many current events as possible, so much so that you knew even the smallest of details that often go overlooked.

You were so frustrated over the blatant lack of respect your vice had for you, something which you constantly vented about to your boyfriend, Daichi. He knew the whole situation back and forth and oftentimes felt himself growing frustrated on your behalf, just like now when you recounted the events of your debate practice the next day at lunch.

“Is he an idiot, or something?” Daichi blurted as you told him about Masuda’s gestures.

You snorted, swallowing down a bit of food. “Must be.”

“I mean, does he not realize how hard you work? You’re incredible, baby girl, I just don’t get why he’s so adamant on tearing down your accomplishments.” Daichi’s eyebrows furrowed as he took a bite of beef.

Your heart warmed as a soft smile danced on your lips. “I love you.”

A blush rose on Daichi’s cheeks as he melted into a smile. “I love you, too.” He held your hand on the table, brushing his thumb across your knuckles. “Which is why I’m so frustrated for you. I wish I could help.”

“You being here and letting me talk to you about it is a big enough help as it is, so thank you.” You brought his hand to your lips as you pressed a gentle kiss to it. He turned his hand so that he held your cheek, his heart swelling with adoration. You lost yourself in his gaze before checking your phone for the time and suddenly yelping. Daichi jumped, pulling his hand away.

“Oh! I almost forgot, I have to call Seijoh to confirm for tomorrow!” You quickly swept up your things, cleaning up your half-eaten lunch. As you walked backwards hurriedly, you asked, “I love you, I’ll see you tonight?”

“I’ll see you tonight!” Daichi called after you, watching you turn on your heel and almost run to complete your task. There you go, working so hard again for the team you cared deeply for. Daichi knew how hard it was to be a captain and also how diligent you were. And smart. And kind. You did so much for your team and it angered Daichi to no end that anyone (and your vice no less!) would reduce your captainship to something as trivial as your gender. And Daichi knew that his anger had helped put people in line before. Maybe he could use it to help you…

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Daichi bounded down the stairs, opening the front door to welcome you inside for your study date. He was admittedly a little worried seeing as your text had read a simple ‘here’ which might not mean much to anyone else but Daichi knew you and knew that you always liked to text ‘here (* ^ ω ^)’ or even a simple ‘here!’.

“Hi, baby,” Daichi greeted, smiling brightly as he opened the door. That smile never failed to make your heart skip a beat, one of the many reasons that you loved him, though in that moment you couldn’t help but be annoyed with your wonderful boyfriend.

“Hi,” you returned, albeit a little coldly. You toed off your shoes and slipped into the slippers that you kept at his place. Thrown off by even the lack of a hello kiss, Daichi watched as you shuffled your way up to his room. Shaking his head, he closed the door and followed you. There was no doubt in his mind now that you were annoyed with him.

He hesitantly joined you at his usual place by your side on his floor during your Thursday evening study dates. You were steadfastly ignoring him, practically burning holes into your textbook rather than looking at him. Seeing as you were intent to keep doing so, Daichi sighed and set to work on his own homework, hoping to give you some time to tell him what had you so irritated.

He didn’t have to wait long.

“Sawamura Daichi,” you prefaced, closing your textbook with a resounding thud, “I love you--”

“But?” He ventured.

“--and,” you emphasized with a pointed look, “I love that you want to help me, really, I do. But sometimes I’d rather take care of it myself.

“But he’s been bothering you for a whole month, baby, I wanted--” He stopped when you lifted up your hand.

“Please, just… let me finish.” You looked at him, hurt evident in your eyes. Upset that he would ever be the reason for it being there, he nodded and let you carry on. “I know you just wanted to help but if I needed it, I would have asked you for it, babe. I knew something was up when Masuda was late today because, as much as he is a giant jerk, he cares for this team as much as I do, just in his own way. He went off about how my ‘volleyball captain boyfriend’ cornered him and lectured him half to death about how to treat his ‘extraordinary debate team captain’. I know you did it because you thought you were helping, but next time, please just let me handle it.”

“I don’t understand, Y/n,” Daichi began, eyebrows knitted as he looked at you, “I thought I genuinely was helping. Since he clearly doesn’t listen to someone as intelligent and diligent as you, I thought maybe I could -- I don’t know -- that maybe I could intimidate him into being respectful.” You chuckled at that. The sound relieved a bit of the tension between Daichi’s brows, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I just-- It hurts so much seeing you frustrated because someone isn’t recognizing all that you do. I wanted to help and I thought I did. But I only end up upsetting you,” he frowned.

You sighed, picking up his hand and playing absentmindedly with his fingers. “I know, Daichi, I know. But what I’m getting at is that I wanted to handle it in my own way. I admire your ability as a captain and I admire how you lead your team and I admire how you’re able to wrangle them and straighten them out--,” Daichi let out a low chuckle, “--but I want to be able to captain my team in my own way. You and I are different people and that translates into how we lead. Does that make sense?”

“I think so,” he nodded. “You’re upset that I stuck my nose where it didn’t belong?” He squeezed your hand, smiling, assuring you that he truly did understand now and that he was only teasing.

“Essentially,” you laughed, the annoyance from before now fully replaced with the satisfaction of being with the one you loved most. “Thank you for wanting to help but next time ask me if I want it first, okay?”

“Okay.” Heat rose to your cheeks as Daichi lifted your hand, pressing a kiss onto the back of it, mimicking what you had done earlier that day. “I love you, Y/n.”

“And I love you,” you leaned in for a kiss, “Sawamura Daichi.”

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Needless to say, you both forgot about studying.

taglist: @samwrights

#sawamura daichi x reader #sawamura daichi #daichi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #daichi #i accidentally posted this to my main blog #needless to say i deleted that way fast #and now i had to go in and reformat everything ahhh #also #two fics in one day?? go me!!!#yay for my first ever request!!!#request :)#gloryofroses19 #captain my own way

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nikushibuki · 3 years

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do you have a list of characters that you like from bleach or that you like to write for? exciting to see a new bleach imagines blog!

Yes! I have created a Masterlist with characters I will and will not write for. Some characters may get un-blacklisted if I gain interest in them (ie Ichigo), some characters I will never write for because it makes me uncomfortable (ie Nel).

If someone isn't listed it's because Kubo created 24,723,434 characters for Bleach and I forgot them. Always feel free to send in an ask for your obscure fave(s).

#CONSULT ; answered ask

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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years

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Hoodie pt. 2

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Story Rating: Explicit

Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic / Humor

Story Warnings: Public Sex (train, restaurant restroom), Vaginal Sex, Anal Vibrator Use, Teasing, Edging, Dirty and Degrading Language, Choking, Public Humiliation

Words: 6,374

a/n: part two to Hoodie. Story could stand on it’s own I suppose, but reading the first part will help! I know it’s been almost a year since I published the first part, but this one has a lot of elements to it and took me a while lol. Anyways, enjoy!

Written for the @bnhabookclub ‘s members bingo event!

Crossed off: Public Sex

Bingo Masterlist

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Art in banner by me

“Y-you want to go to Kubos? That’s a whole fifteen-minute train ride away.” Koge pouted up at Bakugou as they walked beside each other down the sidewalk, her hands shoved into the hoodie pockets. The mess in her underwear was still incredibly hot and wet, and since he had told her not to put on any bottoms, the worry that someone could see his cum dribble down her legs made her cautious. Koge could admit, however, that this type of public humiliation was seriously enjoyable, even if it did mean it would take longer to get true satisfaction on her end. Eventually, she would get what she wanted, and all the teasing would be worth it.

“You said anywhere I wanted,” Bakugou retorted with a sly smirk on his lips, hands resting in his own sweatpants’ pockets. The fact that he had left the house in those particular sweatpants and nothing but a different jacket told Koge that he had something up his sleeve. Why? Because it was easy for them to fuck in those pants without them being uncomfortable or too in the way, which was something they had come to realize after many hot and rushed quickies. And now, he wanted to get on a train during one of the busiest times of the night? It might have been a short trip, but there was still plenty of time for them to fool around.

“Yeah, I did, but I thought that you’d just… I don’t know, pick that ramen place a block away or sushi right next door. This is going to be a pretty long trip…”

“No more than forty-five minutes. What’s wrong, Utsuro? Scared you won’t want me to fuck you by then?” The fact that he spoke without lowering his voice or using any discretion instantly made Koge’s entire being flush, embarrassed at the thought that people could hear. It was one of his tactics, of course, and she sometimes hated how easily he could ruin her.

“Sh!” Hooking one arm around his, Koge walked closer to him, hoping it would help keep people out of their conversations. “Katsuki, people could recognize you, don’t talk so naughty like that! Could be bad for your ratings.”

Chuckling, Bakugou gave a shake of his head, his gaze moving down to watch her bare legs as she walked. “No, it wouldn’t. Damn, Utsuro, that hoodie looks a lot shorter on you now that we’re out here. You’re not showing your ass, are you?”

Reaching back with her free hand, Koge made sure that the clothing was indeed covering her backside. “N-no… But I’m sure people are looking.” Koge rested her cheek against his arm, hiding her face into the fabric of his jacket. Her cheeks and ears were burning with heat, so embarrassed and turned on that she could hardly stand it. By the time they reached the station, anticipation and excitement for what he was going to do next had her nearly trembling. She could feel her own essence soaking her thighs, and it only grew worse while they waited for the train to arrive.

Much unlike him, Bakugou was oddly publicly affectionate, hugging her to him and placing soft kisses along her skin that he could reach. She was forced to restrain any little sound when he decided a nibble was necessary, biting down on her bottom lip as she kept her face mostly hidden in his chest. On top of that, he had purposefully made sure they were waiting for the train with her back facing a wall, so his hands could travel and squeeze where they pleased.

A particularly rough nibble to the sweet spot below her ear forced a squeak out of her, making her wiggle and clutch onto him tighter. “K-Katsuki, not there--” An even harder bite to the same spot was given in response, forcing her to moan into his jacket to keep herself muffled.

“What’s that, my little slut? You want me to stop?” Bakugou’s growl was deep and low in her ear, sending a fierce tingle across her chilled skin. “I guess you don’t want your chance to cum.”

“N-no, that’s not…” Koge felt a rush of shame as she realized how desperate she sounded, embarrassed by the way he pushed her like this. And yet, there wasn’t any hesitation that made her want to consider stopping. It was too exciting. “I don’t want… to stop. That spot is just… I can’t control my voice.”

“We’ll see about that.” As Bakugou gave her a firm kiss on the cheek, a voice on the station speakers announced the arrival of their train, forcing them to part for a moment. Much to Koge’s relief, the train wasn’t quite as crowded as expected, and they were able to find a section with empty seats.

With a sigh, Bakugou sat down, removing his jacket as he did. “You look cold, Utsuro.”

Standing beside his legs as his words and actions confused her, Koge gave a small shrug. “I mean, a little.” As a smirk crossed his lips, Koge felt her stomach flutter nervously, only able to wait to find out what was going to happen. With a nod and a pat to his thigh, Bakugou silently prompted her to sit on his lap with her back to his chest. When she got comfortable, Bakugou let the jacket rest over her hips and legs, and after just a quick glance at the other train passengers, he showed no hesitation in his next move.

Hidden by the jacket, Bakugou let his hand slide up her thigh, slipping between her legs to tease her clit. Koge did everything she could to control the hitching of her breath, playing it off as a yawn as someone glanced towards them. His touch was rough, working her up until she was near panting. Along with his touch, she could feel his cock pressing up into her sex, having slipped from his pants as he grew hard. His lips once again beside her ear, he nibbled playfully at her neck while shifting her underwear aside.

“Put it in, Utsuro.”

The command was met with no resistance as Koge tried to shift her hips as casually as she could, though it took every ounce of her self-control to not moan when he filled her up. At the same moment, the train began to speed up, every little bump, vibration and jerk of the car spiking the pleasure at random intervals. It was torture, to feel him inside her and not be able to move like she wanted. Even the slightest rolling of her hips would end up noticed, and as his fingers went back to teasing her clit mercilessly, all she could do was try to keep her balance and restrain her noises.

“Feeling warmed up yet?” Bakugou’s smirk against her skin told her that he was highly enjoying all of this, teasing and pushing her to the very edge. Still, he spoke quietly so only she could hear. “How does my cock feel inside you?”

“G-good… It feels good--” Koge clutched onto his thighs as the train gave a rough bump, clamping her teeth shut. “--Katsuki!”

“Be quiet. We’re not even to the rough part of the tracks yet.”

That statement just confirmed why he had decided to go get food in this area of town. This route was known for being bumpy and uncomfortable, so this had been exactly what he had wanted to happen. “I-I can’t… I won’t be able to--!”

With the first rough shifting of the car that marked the beginning of the rough patch, Koge didn’t know if she would be able to keep herself restrained. He was dug so deeply into her as it was, but each movement pushed him in deeper, forcing her hips to bounce and roll. What was worse, was that she knew damn well he wasn’t going to let her cum yet. This was just another way to torture her, to make her suffer through the pleasure just to be left with nothing all over again.

She still loved it. Every minute that passed was just another mystery, on how it would feel or if someone would notice her flushed face and teary gaze. She avoided looking at the other passengers as much as possible, though a glance up every once in a while was something she couldn’t control. What she did notice, however, was Bakugou’s hitching breath, his fingers either pausing or becoming more aggressive as the pleasure spiked with each bump. His face was hidden against the back of her shoulder, and him being so tortured turned Koge on even more.

“Katsuki…” Koge dug her nails into his legs, looking up at the sign on the train car ceiling that indicated how close they were. “I-I can’t hold it, please--”

Suddenly, there was a fresh rush of heat within her as Bakugou came again, just as the train began to slow down. A new wave of frustration washed over her at the sound of his pleasured sigh, his fingers leaving her clit to instead grip her hip. “Katsuki--! Again? You can’t be serious, it’s so unfair!”

Smirk returning to his lips as she glared at him over her shoulder, Bakugou used his strength to shift her hips up, his cock slipping out of her. Before he could risk getting his pants dirty, he shifted them back into place to cover him up before making her stand. “I just can’t help it, Utsuro. Besides, you were cold, weren’t you?”

Trembling and fixing the hoodie into place the best she could without being noticed, Koge tossed his jacket back to him, hitting him purposefully in the face. “Meanie, eep--!” She quickly covered her mouth as Bakugou gave her backend a good smack, which went unnoticed due to the loud announcement from the speakers and the shuffling of bodies.

“You better make sure that all stays inside you while walking. Someone just might notice it if it runs down your legs.” After getting the jacket on, Bakugou stood and put his arm casually around her shoulders, giving her cheek a rough kiss as they exited the train. “You know, Utsuro, it’s not hard to make me finish. I just know how to hold out for you, and I can go multiple times without problems.”

“I know…” Koge mumbled, speaking softly again as they walked through a crowd. “What are you getting at?”

“But you,” Bakugou continued, as if she hadn’t asked him anything. “You’re not so easy. I know exactly what to do, but if I don’t, you just can’t finish.”

“What’s your point?!”

“That means that I could torture your ass all night if I wanted.” His grin became malicious, pinching her cheek teasingly. “You don’t know when I’m going to give it to you next or when I’m going to decide to let you finish.”

Koge knew damn well that she could put an end to this with just a word. But, there’s no way in hell she ever would. He could tease and frustrate her to tears over and over, but she would never tell him to stop. Even though right now she was horribly frustrated with him, that was all a part of the fun. The power that he had over her and the entire situation only made her hotter, especially as she could feel his cum pooling in her already ruined underwear. It was hard not to change how she walked to accommodate the wetness, but each movement only displaced it further, until it was slowly dribbling down the skin of her thighs.

Swallowing hard as the desperation for him to pleasure her began to take over the frustration, Koge gave a small shake of her head. “I-I promise I’ll be good, Katsuki.” Slipping her arm around his waist, she rested up against his side as they walked. “Cum inside me as many times as you want. Just please take care of me afterwards…”

“Don’t worry, Utsuro. If you do everything I tell you, you’ll get what you want.”

The rest of the walk to the little restaurant was uneventful, with regular conversation and occasional cute affection as they waited at crosswalks. When they finally arrived, Koge couldn’t help but let out an annoyed sigh at the length of the line. Not just because she wanted to get home as soon as possible, but also because the need to pee was becoming almost unbearable. With a small tug to his jacket sleeve, Koge got Bakugou’s attention, though she stepped close to speak softly. “I… need to go pee.”

“Go on, then. You’d better not do any extra cleaning.” With a soft pat to her butt to send her off, Koge timidly shuffled her way through the dining area until she reached the hallway that led to the bathrooms. By the time she was in the restroom and locked into her desired stall, her embarrassment of the whole situation had spiked just from the many glances she received, especially from the men. Even though the walk from the train station to this building should have given her a chance to calm down, her body was still a raging fire, and she knew that it was more obvious than she had wanted.

With a sigh, Koge pushed her panties down and flopped to sit on the toilet, her arms resting over her thighs. While relieving herself, she couldn’t help but to observe the mess in her underwear, almost wanting to roll them up and shove them into the trash can. Before she could even consider it, the door to the bathroom opened, distracting her from her thoughts. Nearly the instant the main door shut, there was a rough knocking on the door to her stall, startling her enough to make her squeak out in shock.

“S-sorry, this stall is taken!”

“Open up, Utsuro!”

Flushing at the sound of her boyfriend's voice, Koge leaned forward and unlocked the door, allowing him to slip inside and secure the door quickly before anyone else had the chance of coming in. “K-Katsuki, what are you doing?!”

“I couldn’t let you go alone and give you the chance to clean up, could I?” Keeping his voice low, Bakugou made sure the stall door was locked, taking a quick second to glance around to see that there were no gaps between the stall walls and the floor. Huffing, Koge pulled some toilet paper from the roll, continuing to deal with her business.

“You can’t just come into the girl’s restroom, Katsuki--!” Suddenly, the sound of the restroom door opening made her choke on her words, sucking in a breath to be as silent as she could. The sound of heels walking towards the other stall reverberated through the room, which only reminded Koge of how echoey it was. Any little sound they made would be easily heard, so she needed to be careful. Another squeak nearly slipped from her as Bakugou placed his hand on the top of her head, gaining her full attention.

Immediately, Koge was met with the sight of his erect cock, his sweatpants having been stealthily pushed down out of the way. Swallowing hard, Koge looked up at his face, her cheeks beginning to burn violently from the smug smirk on his lips. She knew exactly what he wanted without him having to say a word, so she silently opened her mouth, tilting her head back a bit to allow him access. Not skipping a beat, Bakugou slipped his cock inside, beginning to lightly buck his hips.

Allowing him to fuck her mouth at his own pace, Koge stayed as still and quiet as she could, trying to control the slurping, wet, and lewd sounds that came from his movements. The feeling of his hard member sliding across her tongue sent tingles along her skin, bringing back that heat that built up in her core. She wasn’t surprised that he decided to tease her with this, not allowing her any control over the thing that she loved the most. Sure, Koge loved to fuck him, but having his dick in her mouth was her biggest turn on, especially when she was the one sucking him off. It was the only time she could truly make him be the one to writhe and beg for release, but this time, it was just another way for him to use her while getting her all riled up.

As he pushed himself deeper into her mouth, his tip pressed into the back of her throat, making it even harder for her to control the sounds. She couldn’t risk breathing in fear that it would be too heavy through her nose, nor could she swallow, so the saliva pooled at her lips and dribbled down her chin uncontrollably. All she could do was wait it out, clutching on tightly to the fabric of his sweatpants and hope for that woman in the other stall to finish.

When she was near growing faint from the lack of proper air, the stranger finally flushed, giving Koge a chance to take a deep breath through her nose, clenching her eyes shut tightly. Hurry up, hurry up! If he cums before she leaves, I won’t be able to control the gross sounds! As if he could see the panic on her face, Bakugou only increased his efforts, clutching onto her hair tightly as her nose touched the skin of his belly with each thrust. Koge couldn’t help but shift on the toilet, digging her feet into the ground and her nails into his skin.

Then, there was sudden relief, as the woman finally left the bathroom. The instant the door shut, Bakugou removed himself from her mouth, allowing Koge to cough and wheeze to try and catch her breath. Tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, she glared up at him, wiping her chin with the sleeve of the hoodie. “I’m surprised you didn’t cum, Mr. I-Can-Cum-As-Much-As-I-Want.”

“I can’t cum anywhere but your pussy, Utsuro. I have to make sure you’re filled to the brim.” Grabbing hold of her arm, Bakugou forced her up onto her feet, pressing her back against the stall wall. Koge’s face flushed with fire at the sudden hot feeling of their mutual juices spreading down her thighs. While she had been sitting, she had made an awful mess, but she wouldn’t get the chance to clean it up. In an instant, she was in his arms, back pressed into the wall as he sunk his cock into her.

The shock forced her to moan out, but she was quick to silence herself, biting down onto her lip. Bakugou didn’t waste any time, beginning to fuck her hard and rough enough to shake the stall walls, making her entire body flood with pleasure. At this point, how good it felt couldn’t subdue how tortured her body was, and still, she wanted more. She wanted anything that would allow her to cum, but again, she was at his mercy.

The instant his hot cum coated her walls, Bakugou stopped, smirking against her lips as Koge whined and wiggled in his grip. “Fuck, Utsuro. I think you’re just my little cum dumpster.”

Face flushing like fire, Koge pouted up at him, hating the empty feeling of him pulling out of within her. “Katsuki… there’s so much. You have to let me wipe, at least a little.”

“You want to clean up, do you?” Bakugou took half a step back, enough to be able to look down between their bodies. Koge’s abused pussy was puffy with the constant torture and teasing, liquid slowly dripping out of her to plop in a mess on the floor. It was a beautiful sight, so raw and filthy, though Koge was only able to glance down at herself for a second before having to look away so try and control her urges.

“Yes… I can’t go out there like this!”

“Hm, you’re right, it is a little much. Use your panties.”

“M-my panties?! Then I won’t have any to wear!”

“And?” Smirk only growing wider, Bakugou put Koge down to stand on her weak legs. “Clean up and meet me out in the main room. And plug yourself up with this.” Reaching into his pocket, Bakugou pulled out not only his phone, but a small pink vibrator with a little antenna sticking out from the bottom end. Koge glanced from the toy, up to his face and back again a few times, before timidly taking it. In truth, it was new to her, having not seen it at all before.

“When did you get this? What is it?”

“A few weeks ago. I’ve been waiting for a chance to have you use it. I control the vibrations with my phone. Shove it in your pussy, or your ass, I don’t care which.” He placed a quick, tender kiss against the flushed skin of her cheek, before starting to exit the stall. “Don’t take too long.”

Waiting until he was outside, Koge stepped out of her underwear without letting them touch the floor. After using them to wipe both of their liquids from her thighs, she rolled them up in toilet paper in a little bundle, keeping it nice and secure in the pocket of the hoodie. She could have just thrown them away, sure, but these were some of her favorite panties he had bought her, so trying to salvage them was important to her in the moment.

Next task was the pink vibrator. It really wasn’t all that big, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t powerful. It was obviously made to be used in more risky situations like this, or for some long-distance play, if it could have a connection that far. At the moment, there was a little green light glowing beneath the pink material that covered it, so she assumed that meant it was connected to his phone already.

Pussy or my ass… Which would he like better…?

After contemplating for probably a little too long, Koge pulled up the back of the hoodie, getting into a bit of an awkward position as she pushed the little vibrator into her ass. The two were still decently new to anal sex, and she figured this would also give him room to use her pussy more if he felt like it any point on the way home. It fit snugly in place comfortably, with her barely able to feel it after standing up straight. The little antenna hanging between her asscheeks was a tad annoying, but she figured it was something she’d forget quickly.

Once her hands were thoroughly washed, her hair was fixed, and the hoodie was properly back in place, Koge left the bathroom to find Bakugou sitting in a chair. On the table beside him, the receipt for their food was bunched up into a ball, something that Bakugou had a tendency to do immediately after being handed the scrap of useless paper. His attention was otherwise directed to his phone, eyes lazily glancing over the screen with each new swipe of his thumb.

Good, he ordered the food already. We’ll get to go home soon.

After one more check of the hoodie, Koge left the small hallway and made her way over to him, unable to resist a shy smile on her lips as he put his phone down to focus on her. “How long did they say?” Since he was sitting up on a tall chair, Koge was able to stand between his legs, letting her arms rest around his torso. Bakugou moved some of her hair back behind her ear, letting his hand fall to rest against her neck while the other caressed her arm.

“Just about fifteen minutes. How are you feeling?”

The quiet question and gentle stroking of her cheek with his thumb made Koge blush. “I’m fine. Really frustrated and I kind of want to knock your teeth in, but fine otherwise.”

Smirking, Bakugou’s gentle touch was quick to turn into a rough pinch on her cheek, making Koge whine and try to slap his hand away. “You’d better watch that attitude, ya salty bitch.”

“You better watch your attitude. Or I won’t kiss you ever again.”

“Oh, no?” Bakugou cupped both of her cheeks, leaning in to kiss her softly. “Never again?”

“Not ever.” Koge couldn’t resist his lips, though his softness made her just want to climb up onto his lap. For the sake of not flashing everyone in the little restaurant, she kept herself flat on her feet, humming softly in happiness with his affection. “Unless you keep kissing me like that, then I won’t be able to resist.”

“You’d shrivel up and die without me. You can barely even go a day without affection. You turn into a little pouty brat.” Bakugou let his arms rest around her instead, his chin resting on the top of her head while she nuzzled into his chest. “It’s annoying.”

“Whatever, you love it.”

A soft stroke to the back of her head was enough to tell her that he admitted such a thing, her smile growing in victory. Though, their time holding each other was cut short as the order number “556” was called out from the counter and Bakugou released her.

“That’s ours.”

“I’ll get it.” Peeling herself from him, Koge made her way over to the counter, reaching up to take the bags that were offered to her. “Thank yo-!”

Before she could get out another word, her entire body seized up with a sudden rush of vibrations that rocketed through her body, nearly making her moan out loud and drop the bags of food that she had just taken hold of. Instantly, the forgotten blush she had been sporting the entire night rushed back to her face, feeling her eyes immediately begin to tear up at the look of confusion on the cashier's face. “A-ah, uhm, sorry! I have… a backache, it hurts… randomly. Thank you!” Her voice trembling with the threat of moans and embarrassment, Koge made sure to cut the conversation short, not looking at a single soul as she exited the building in a flash.

“A backache, huh?” Bakugou smirked down at her as she shuffled towards him, opening the door so they could both leave. “That’s new to me.”

“S-shut up,” Koge hissed once the door was shut, walking away from the windows until she could lean back against the solid brick wall. “Fuck, Katsuki, turn it down-!”

“Turn it down?” Bakugou’s eyes were locked on the way her legs were trembling, barely able to hold her up. “But you look like you’re enjoying it.” Smirk growing, Bakugou held up his phone, displaying the screen to her that showed the app for the vibrator. “I barely even have it on, Utsuro. Someone’s a little sensitive right now.”

“Katsuki-” Koge had to hold back a squeak as the vibrations increased, Bakugou’s thumb sliding up on his screen. “N-not out here in front of all these people! Please-!” The breath she had been holding released as the vibrations stopped, allowing her to calm down and catch her breath, glaring up at her smug boyfriend.

“Don’t give me that look, Utsuro.” Bakugou put his phone back in his pocket, taking one of the bags of food to help her carry them home. His other arm came to rest around her hips, pulling her up off the wall to start heading down the sidewalk and back to the station. “Let’s go. I’m fucking starving.”

The return home was nearly just as torturous. The instant they had gotten back on the train and had plopped to sit in some empty seats, Bakugou’s phone was in his hand. It took every ounce of Koge’s self-control to not melt into a moaning mess, clutching on tightly to the bag of food in her hand and holding her breath as the vibrations of the toy deep in her ass drove her mad. They went up and down at various speeds, sometimes slowly or at sudden spikes that made her nearly lose all composure. What was worse, the train was more crowded than it had been before, and there were people standing and sitting on all sides of her. She could only pray that they couldn’t hear the vibrator, notice the hitching of her breath or the way her nails pierced the plastic of the bag on her lap.

Although it was nearly unbearable, she was glad she had decided to put the toy in her ass. It was pleasurable, but nowhere near as much as it would have been in her cunt. She could already tell that she wouldn’t have been able to stand it, probably ripping it out the moment it got too much or just giving in, even if she was surrounded by a ton of people. The one thing that she wasn’t able to keep tame, however, was her patience.

She had dealt with it all, every moment from the first time he came in her underwear to the elevator ride up to their apartment that he had the toy on full blast, leaving her panting and moaning against his arm. By the time their front door was shut and locked, Koge was at her wits end, tears gathered in her lashes and flushed face burning.

“We’re home now, Katsuki!” Snatching him by the front of his jacket, she dragged him towards the couch, leaving the bag of food she had been carrying on the floor by the entrance. “I can’t take it anymore!”

“You can’t?” Bakugou’s smug smirk returned to his lips, putting his own bag down on the coffee table. “But we need to eat first, or it’ll just get cold again-”

“That’s why we have a microwave! No! No waiting!” With a shove, she was able to get him to sit on the couch, straddling his lap before he could go anywhere. “You are going to let me cum on your dick and you’re gonna like it!”

“Oh yeah? You think you deserve my dick?”

“I deserve your dick a million times over! Now whip it out or I’m shoving this vibrator up YOUR ass!”

“Mm fuck, I love it when you’re aggressive-” Slamming her down onto the couch beneath him, Bakugou wasted no time in shoving his sweatpants down to his knees, grabbing her legs and bending them back to expose her cunt that was soaked with her essence and his cum. A deep grumble of satisfaction came from his chest at the view, particularly excited by the little pink antenna sticking out of her ass where the vibrator still rested. “So you did have it in your ass this whole time. You’re such a dirty little slut.” Still needing to work himself up to being hard, he stroked his tip along her sex, teasing her clit while he pulled his phone out from his jacket pocket.

“What’s wrong? Can’t get hard all the sudd- eee, a-ah, fuck!” Koge’s body began to wiggle as the vibrations were turned on again to a medium speed, the contorted position of her body making it all the more noticeable. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can’t take it!”

“I told you to watch your fucking mouth, Utsuro.” Getting the vibrations to a speed he wanted, Bakugou tossed his phone away before landing a hard smack to her ass. “You and your fucking disobedient attitude are going to get you in trouble. You know what you have to do, don’t you?”

“K-Katsuki--!”

“Do it.” Bakugou slipped his tip inside her aching cunt, teasing her with light thrusts. “You want to cum? You know what you have to say.”

“Fuck! Give it to me, Katsuki! Please!” Koge’s pleading voice and expression were something she couldn’t control, her words cracking as frustrated tears began to spill down her cheeks. “Fuck me and please let me cum! Please! Your dick feels so good, I need it inside me! I can’t cum without it-” She wasn’t even able to finish her begging before his cock slipped inside of her with one quick thrust of his hips, buried inside her to the base. To her surprise, all the built-up pressure and pleasure broke in that instant, cumming so hard on his cock that she couldn’t even find the extra breath to moan.

Bakugou growled out in satisfaction, shoving her knees further back until they rested on either side of her head. “There it is, Utsuro! You filthy slut, cumming so quickly.” Before Koge could fully recover, he began to fuck her at a hard, rough pace, his cock slamming so deeply inside her that Koge wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to breathe again. It felt so incredible that it wasn’t long before she came again, her voice finally breaking free to moan and cry out with the new waves of pleasure.

“K-Katsuki!” Holding onto his biceps, Koge brought her attention away from the ceiling back down to his hips, watching the way he fucked her ruined cunt. She couldn’t help but feel surprised at how puffy and pink her pussy was, her clit swollen with the abuse with her stomach and highs completely soaked in their combined wetness. How was it that wet? It was true that she had never been so sexually frustrated in her entire life, and now that she finally had his cock inside her, she couldn’t control the way her body reacted to him. The combined vibrations and the dragging of his cock along her inner walls was sure to drive her mad, and she didn’t care if it did. All she wanted was to cum again and again, as many times as her body could.

“Yeah, Utsuro? Look at how filthy your fucking pussy is, squeezing me so desperately. You’re such a whore, letting me fuck you anywhere I wanted just so you could have this. What if someone had caught us, huh?”

“I-I don’t care!” More tears spilled out of Koge’s eyes as the pleasure began to spike again, slower this time, but enough to make her want the release. “I’d do anything for your cock, Katsuki! It’s so good! So fucking big inside me!”

“You like my fat cock in your tight little pussy?” With his taunt, Bakugou only fucked her harder, slowing down just enough to work rhythmic, deep and rough thrusts into her, forcing cries and squeals from her lips each time his tip hit her deepest points. His phone still nearby, he reached over and turned the vibrations up even higher, making her voice break and her body tremble in his grip. “You like that, slut?”

Head tilted and eyes rolled back, Koge found herself completely lost to him, his words barely registering in her ruined mind enough so that she could answer him, her words mixed up with her moans. “Y-yes! Yes! Fuck, it’s so good! Let me cum again, Katsuki, please! Please-!” Suddenly, her throat was in his tight grip, constricting her air and bringing her into that delicious state of dizziness. She wasn’t sure if he gave her permission or if she just imagined his voice, but within moments of his hand being around her throat she came hard, her entire body seizing as choked moans and cries slipped from her lips.

She wasn’t sure what happened in those last few moments, her mind hazed over with the pleasure of her orgasm and the vibrations still rocketing through her body. When she came to, she found herself reaching down and fumbling for the antenna, ripping it from her body and tossing it across the room to rid herself of the unwelcomed pleasures that her overstimulated body could no longer stand.

“Fuck, Utsuro,” Bakugou chuckled, giving her cheek a few good pats to try and pull her back completely. “Don’t break the fucking thing.”

“It was too much… Fuck, Katsuki, what the hell happened?” Koge blinked rapidly as she looked at her lover, finding that her eyes were stuck on the dark wet patch right at the end of his jacket above his cock, which was dripping with wetness and his thick cum from the tip. With whatever last bit of energy she had, Koge pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking down at her abdomen, since the hoodie had been pushed up over her breasts. Just like him, her skin was covered in liquid and cum, only confusing her further.

Flopping back to sit with a heavy, satisfied sigh, Bakugou reached over and grabbed his phone, turning the toy off. “You squirted all over me and I thought it was so fucking hot that I came on your stomach when your body pushed my cock out. Fucking hot.”

“But now the couch is dirty.” Koge laid back down, covering her face with her arms as she took in heavy breaths to try and calm herself. “Damn it… But fuck it was worth it.”

“Are you satisfied?”

Bakugou’s voice was tinted with concern, and his hand sliding up her thigh caught her attention to peek out at him. His face, although flushed and tired himself, held that familiar hint of worry with his furrowed brow, and Koge couldn’t help but smile. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she gave a nod, reaching her hand out in a silent request for him to help pull her all the way up. “Yes, love. All that torture really was worth it.”

With a strong pull, Bakugou got her up on her knees, leaning in to meet her lips in a soft kiss. “And you’re okay?”

“I’m good. Though… I think I may need you to carry me to the bathroom. I have to pee so bad.”

“How about we shower, and then I’ll make sure the food is nice and warm for us afterwards? Then maybe I’ll have you model the rest of my merch that’s in my bag.”

“That sounds great. You’d better have a cute pair of panties in there for me to try.”

“You’ll just have to find out. But I don’t think I’ll ever love anything as much as I love this fucking hoodie on you.”

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE THREE || GIRL OF STEEL

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : swearing and EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 10 february

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 5.7k

↳ previous episode : for myself

↳ next episode : curse womb must die

↳ barista’s notes : i am back again with another episode of jujutsu kaisen everyone ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆ this will be the last update for now since i want to get some of your requests done due to my pushing them back to get the first three episodes done! i hope you enjoy this cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen) and come again ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter

3. this whole thing might be confusing and please don’t expect a part four soon because i will do it when i am ready or feel like i can at the right time ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ

4. i don’t know, if i am going to add this onto my masterlist since this was just for fun to be honest!

Taken back to his discovery, you turned back to look at Gojo will a deadpan expression leading him to then carefully suggest, “Since you are part of the lost L/N clan, I won’t tell the higher-ups about your existence but rather have you twist your name slightly when you enrol, how does that sound?”

Glancing at the teacher with suspicion, you tried to hide the gut-wrenching feeling that there was not a possible chance of you now escaping from this. You had been caught and found and there was no way to lie yourself out of this situation you were in, not when Gojo had discovered who you really were while Fushiguro seemed to look clueless on what was going on between his teacher and the female sorcerer in front of him.

Letting out a sigh of frustration once again, you looked up at the sky, letting the same moonlight bathe your face as it did for Sukuna a few minutes ago.

“What a drag”

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‘What the hell did I get myself into you?’

While sipping on the straw of your orange juice carton, you were currently leaning against a railing in the city of Toyko within the Harajuku district in front of a train station, where you were supposed to meet with the new student that had enrolled in the school.

Between you were both Itadori, who was eating an ice lolly while sitting on the same railing, and Fushiguro, who was just standing while facing towards you both, as they were waiting for the same person as well as a special someone who was supposed to be here with the three of you.

“How are there only three first-years? Isn’t that too few?” Itadori curiously asked as he turned to Fushiguro for the answer to his understandable questions, since he was in shock that a year group could be so small for a large school like Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

“Well, have you ever met anyone who can see curses before?” Fushiguro questioned, as he was trying to make his new classmate get the answer he was looking for.

“Hm, expect for L/N, who hid it from everyone, nope,” Itadori than answered, leading Fushiguro look at you for a second, only to discover you still continuing to drink the orange juice that you had bought earlier while looking at the entrance of the station in a daze, it was like you were ignoring the two of them.

“That just proves how small a minority jujutsu sorcerers are,” Fushiguro explained before reminding Itadori about a really important piece of information that the vessel seemed to have forgotten. “Remember, that L/N is now Gojo Y/N, since Gojo-sensei changed her name for privacy reasons,” Fushiguro stated, leading to your classmate to look at you with a more surprised look.

“Why are you now referred to as Gojo rather than your last name?” Itadori queried as he leaned forward to get a better look at you. This reminder of your changed name led to your eyes to squint in annoyance as you steadily but furiously began to scrunch your carton since your situation, in your opinion, had gone from bad to worse.

“Ah….I’m not really sure, to be honest,” you answered with a lie, as you moved the plastic straw away from your lips as you then stirred the box around like it was a glass of wine.

‘Ugh….Gojo...’

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“Stareeeeeeeeeeee”

Looking down at the document sheet that was handed to you, you were taken by sudden surprise at the name section that was on the top left of the sheet, as there was a subtle change made from what you could recall from your birth name.

“Gojo Y/N…” you muttered under your breath leading to your teacher to clap his hands in delight before presenting you with his classic cheeky smile.

“Ah~ you are now my adoptive daughter~” Gojo cheerfully confessed, leading you to pause for a second before looking back up at the special-grade sorcerer with widened eyes - like a deer caught in headlights - once you processed the information in your head.

“How is everyone going to believe that is true? There is no way, people will believe that if they see the documents were signed yesterday or today,” you argued, trying to convince him that the excuse he gave to hide your identity was ridiculous. However, before you could even get a second word in, you unexpectedly felt a finger being pressed lightly onto your lips as if to tell you to hush yourself.

“Don’t worry, I manipulated the documents to say that I had adopted you five years ago, so your secret is safe with me and the principle, none of the higher-ups knows and none of the other students as well except for Yuji and Megumi,” Gojo informed you with a smirk, as if telling you that you had been proven wrong. Sighing in frustration, you finally gave up with the argument and handed the sheet back to Gojo as you began to fully take in where you were right now.

It was such a quick process. The day your schoolmate Itadori Yuji became the vessel of the King of Curses, was the same day that both Fushiguro and Gojo took you to Jujutsu Tech to attend and become a student at their school. In your mind, you were still supposed to be back home in Sendai. Back home in the empty house that used to be shared with your mother. Back home where you were away from the city life and peacefully in the countryside away from the hustling capital while blending into the crowd as if you were just a normal student with a normal life.

If you hadn’t come back to school that night.

If you hadn’t noticed the curse back at the rugby field.

If you hadn’t even looked out that window, to begin with.

All this wouldn’t have happened.

None of it.

You still would have been hidden like you were supposed to be.

“Oh! L/N, you’re staying here as well?”

Snapping out of your daze, you quickly turned back around to find the source of the voice that called out for you, only to discover both Itadori and Fushiguro walking towards you leading you to then slowly close your dorm door before greeting them with a small wave.

“Ah, ah, it’s now Gojo Y/N boys, make sure to not say her last time,” Gojo quickly stated, causing both of the boys to look at their teacher with such bewilderment before turning their head towards you as if you were going to explain to them what was the reasoning behind this sudden change.

To be honest, there was no point in your opinion. Itadori had no idea or clue on who the three families were in the jujutsu world and it was such effort to explain to him the reasons why these families were so famous and as for Fushiguro, he could probably discover that on his own so, once again, there was no point on giving them an answer.

“Well, it’s all good!” Gojo suddenly stated, as he once again clapped his hands together with a gleeful expression displayed on his face leading you to look to the side with an annoyed glance, as you didn’t need nor want the happy-go-lucky enthusiasm after discovering you were now ‘part’ of the Gojo clan as someone’s adoptive daughter. “Most importantly, we’re heading out tomorrow, we’re gonna go pick up the fourth first-year!” Gojo declared to the three of you causing a total of three pairs of eyes to look at him as you, Itadori and Fushiguro began to process the information.

‘Another one huh?’

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“By the way, didn’t you say I was the third and L/N was the fourth?” Itadori questioned, as he suddenly remembered that you and him unexpectedly enrolled in the sorcerer school leading him to wonder how long has it been since the ‘second’ student had been enrolled and why they were only just arriving now.

“Their entry was decided a while ago, you know what our school’s like, everyone has unique circumstances and remember it’s Gojo, not L/N,” Fushiguro answered while trying to remind Itadori of your new name, leading him to place his hand on the back of his neck before informing you and Fushiguro that he was just used to calling you by your original last name.

“It’s fine, just call me Gojo when we are around other people excluding Gojo-sensei, okay?” you reassured Itadori, causing the cheerful boy to nod at you, informing you that he understood your statement.

“Sorry for the wait!” Gojo shouted at you three as he was walking towards you before noticing a change of look between his two new students. “Your uniforms made it in time, I see,” Gojo uttered as he peered at both you and Itadori before giving an approving nod as if he was a fashion designer looking at his models before hitting the runway.

From what Gojo has stated, Itadori was wearing the classic blue uniform with the noticeable two pins sewed onto the left side to indicate that he was a sorcerer at jujutsu tech with a red hoodie that added a hint of colour compared to his counterpart Fushiguro, who had a high neck. On the other hand, you were sporting a short jacket with a white dress shirt underneath while wearing a long skirt that had a slit on the side to give your legs some room, revealing the thigh-high black socks you were wearing to cover some of the skin from the gentle winds that were coming while your katana was resting in a bag as you were carrying it on your left shoulder to conceal your weapon from the other citizens around.

“Yeah, it’s a perfect fit,” Itadori said while showing his teacher the thumbs up before suddenly commenting, “though it’s slightly different from Fushiguro’s, it has a hood for one,” as he started to point the differences between his uniform to his new classmate’s to which caused you and the mentioned sorcerer to look at him while he tugged on his red hoodie.

“That’s because the uniforms can be customised upon request,” Gojo mentioned, leading you to discover and finally understand why your uniform looked completely different to the one another student was wearing, all you remembered about her was that she had greenish hair while wearing a pair of glasses.

‘So, he was the one that put the request in huh?��

“But I never put in any requests,” Itadori commented, as he was confused on why there was an alteration to his uniform without his knowledge.

“I was the one who put on the custom order, as well as my daughter new uniform~” Gojo said with a smile as he playfully decided to pull on your cheek leading you to smack his hand away, resulting in him pouting while rubbing the back on his hand like your smack had caused him some pain.

“Whatever, I guess,” Itadori remarked, as he looked down onto his hoodie.

“Be careful, Gojo-sensei has a tendency to do things like that,” Fushiguro warned both you and itadori before looking back to the mentioned sorcerer with a question in mind. “Most importantly, why are we meeting up in Harajuku?” Fushiguro curiously asked since it was a bit strange to him that a student didn’t just arrive at the school like all three of you did.

“Because it’s what she asked for,” Gojo answered before Itadori randomly noticed a popcorn stand before declaring that he wanted some to enjoy leading you to walk behind him to make sure he didn’t get lost within the city that was crowded with the ongoing shopper as well as tourists that decided to take a break away from their work or lives to experience a new setting.

“Oh hello there, are you on the clock right now?” someone randomly asked, causing you to turn back only to discover what seemed to be a businessman with a green suit paired with a unique purple tie decorated with teal polka dots.

“Sort of but not really,” you uninterestingly answered, giving the man a bored expression leading his nervousness to increase further due to the anxiety of talking to a random stranger in the middle of the streets of Tokyo.

“You see, I’m looking for potential models, this is who I am,” the man explained as he processed to pull out his business card to which you didn’t give a day of time to look down at. “Would you be interested?” the businessman processed to question before you lifted an open palm while giving the man a polite smile.

“Sorry, I’m not really interested in modelling at all but thank you for the opportunity,” you politely declined as you noticed the deflated look the worker had given you. However, before the modelling scout could apologise and thank you for your time, a hand violently grabbed his shoulder before he was pulled back to face the opposite way.

“Hey, you, what about me?” a girl asked, causing you to look behind the small businessman’s figure to see a girl around the same age as you point to herself with the thumb. From what you could observe, she had short orange hair that seemed to be dyed due to the slightly darker colour of her eyebrows but it wasn’t obvious while carrying what seemed to be many shopping bags around her arms while her carrier pink backpack on her back. However, the uniform she was wearing was saying something as the buttons gave an indication of what she was.

‘Ah, so she’s the new student’ you thought before processing to continue looking at the scene right in front of you.

“For the modelling gig, duh, I’m asking what you think about me,” she commented leading you to give squint your eyes in confusion, what was the point of being a model when you were already a jujutsu sorcerer at Toyko Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

On the other hand, what you were concerned with was the three males who were standing on the sidelines watching the situation unfold leading you to give them a bored look before walking towards them with your left hand in your skirt pocket since the slit on the other side made it not possible for another pocket to be made.

“We’re about to go talk to her? That is kinda embarrassing,” Itadori commented while lifting up what seemed to be more than popcorn in his hand leading to a confused look to appear on your face, while Fushiguro gave an irritated side glance as he tutted.

“So are you,” Fushiguro mentioned, due to the silly ‘rook’ tourist glasses he was wearing before glancing to the other side where Gojo stood as the teacher called out the female student to come their way, while some female passersby commented on the white-haired sorcerer’s blindfold to which was quite understandable.

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Slashing the metal locker door shut, the new student then inserted the needed amount of coins to make sure the door was completely locked before turning to the three males that stood right in front of her.

“Okay, once again,” Gojo mentioned as he raised an arm to indicate to her that she can introduce herself.

“Kugisaki Nobara,” Kugisaki introduced herself before continuing with, “be happy, boys. I’m the one woman in your group,” leading to some confusion to float around within the group.

“Where’s Y/N?” Gojo curiously asked the boys as they continuously turned around the area to find where you were before turning back to look at Kugisaki. Suddenly, behind Kugisaki, the boys had found you heading towards the group while casually sipping on another carton of orange juice that you had bought out of the blue once you saw it while passing by a vending machine when you were walking to the nearest locker station for the student that had arrived.

“Ah, sorry, I got a bit thirsty,” you commented while lifting the carton up before finally standing next to the new student, who you just found out was named Kugisaki Nobara as you were able to still hear what she was saying while you were coming back to them. However, it seemed like you weren’t what she was analysing right now as you noticed her looking right at Itadori and Fushguro with an intense glance.

“I’m Itadori Yuji, I’m from Sendai,” Itadori introduced himself as he used his finger to indicate to himself as well.

“Fushiguro Megumi,” bluntly stated, as he turned to look at Kugisaki.

Letting out a sigh of disappointment, Kugisaki proceeded to complain about the circumstances she was in, leading the boys to look at her with a really awkward expression on their faces.

“She took one look and sighed,” Itadori commented, as his face turned into a sulk while Fushiguro wasn’t making eye contact at all.

“I’m Gojo Y/N, I hope we can get along,” you quickly stated, while trying not to cringe at your name, leading Kugisaki to look to her side to find you looking at her before a hint of glee and joy processed to manifest in her eyes.

“Maybe the circumstances aren’t that bad! But why do you have the same name as your teacher when you don’t even look alike?” Kugisaki mentioned while giving you a small smile to which you gave her the same trying to be friendly with the new classmate that you had just met.

“Ah it’s a drag to explain fully, but I’m his adoptive daughter,” you quickly answered as you didn’t want to slip up the lie that was concealing your whole identity which seemed to convince the sorcerer since she gave you another nod, telling you that she understood what you had just mentioned.

“Are we going somewhere from here?” Fushiguto asked his teacher, as he turned to look towards the direction of the tall man leading to a light laugh to emit from his mouth causing you to get suspicious of what Gojo was planning.

“We do have all four of you together and not to mention, three of you are from the countryside,” Gojo suddenly mentioned, leading all his students to look at him, anticipating what he had planned. “So of course we’re going on a tour of Tokyo,” Gojo suddenly announced, leading to excitement between Itadori and Kugisaki to burst out while Gojo joined in, to hype the moment up.

“Tokyo! Tokyo! Tokyo! We love Tokyo!” Itadori and Kugisaki cheered, leading you and Fushiguro to look at the two with such confusion expressed on your faces.

While you looked at the scene with such confusion, Fushiguro was more confused at the fact of why you weren’t enlivened at the fact about this ‘tour’ while the two started arguing about the structure of Tokyo as they were getting some places confused with other places.

“Why ain’t you excited?” Fushiguro commented as you continued to sip on the citrusy drink that you had brought earlier leading to another question on your obsession with orange juice to pop up in his head.

“I’ve already been to Tokyo for some business trips with my mother from time to time and what I mean by that is exorcising curses here with her,” you answered before continuing with “also, I have a suspicion that we ain’t going on a tour, it is Gojo Saturo after all,” before going back to drinking on the carton drink you were craving for.

“I will now announce our destination,” Gojo stated, leading both Itadori and Kugisaki to kneel down in front of your teacher, only for you to give them a strange look before Gojo proudly announced where everyone was heading off to.

“Roppongi!”

“Ro-ppong-gi!” Itadori and Kugisaki said with glee as they turned to each other with the same exciting look.

‘Well, let’s see how this goes’

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‘I knew it....’

“There's a curse here,” Fushguro stated as you gave a slight nod while inspecting the large abandoned building that was surrounded by a large ominous dark purple hues indicating that there was just more than one curse in the building or maybe just a single one - you couldn’t sense it due to the amount of cursed energy being released out of the building.

“You liar!” Itadori and Kugisaki screamed in anger while complaining at the fact that they both were deceived on where they were heading off to before Kugisaki shouted something about ‘toying with us country folk’.

“There’s a big cemetery nearby, the double whammy of that and an abandoned building brought out a curse,” Gojo informed everyone like staring up at the building as well.

“So they really do pop up more often around graves?” Itadori questioned after his little tantrum, leading you to realise that he had no knowledge on how curses appeared or anything to do with the jujutsu world to start with.

“The issue isn’t the cemetery itself, it’s the fact that people associate cemeteries with fear,” you explained to the noobie while swirling the now empty carton in hand.

“Oh, it was the same for schools, too, wasn’t it?” Itadori then asked as he turned to look at you for any answers causing Kugisaki to pause her ranting to look at Itadori with a perplexed look on her face.

“Hold up. He didn’t even know that yet?” Kugisaki questioned, leading you to give off an awkward laugh while looking to the side away from the group which only led to more confusion to emit from her.

“To be honest….” Fushiguro started before explaining the situation that had brought Itadori to where he was now causing Kugisaki to give an extremely disgusted look on her face - and to be honest, you couldn’t blame her at all.

“He swallowed a special-grade cursed object!?! Gross! Unbelievable! That’s so unsanitary and disgusting! No way, no way, no way, no way!” Kugisaki yelled out before running away from the three of you as you looked at her with nonchalant faces.

“What?!” Itadori shouted in confusion.

“I agree with her,” Fushiguro mentioned in a blunt tone, leading you to completely ignore your classmates as you continuously looked up at the building in front of you.

“I want to know what all of you are capable of, just think of this as a field test,” Gojo informed everyone with a smile on his face before calling out Itadori and Kugisaki to tell them they were going to exorcise the curse inside the building themselves leaving you confused since you were also a new student here as well.

“Huh? But I thought only curses could exorcise curses, right? I can’t use any jujutsu yet,” Itadori asked before indicating his lack of ability to the teacher.

“You’re basically half a curse already, there cursed energy flowing throughout your body,” Gojo stated as he pointed at the vessel before continuing to explain “though controlling that energy isn’t something you can learn overnight, so use this,” before taking out what seemed to be a cursed weapon in front of you and the rest.

“It’s the cursed tool, Slaughter Demon. It’s a weapon imbued with cursed energy, it’ll work on curses, too,” Gojo explained while Itadori gazed at the weapon in amazement.

“Like Gojo’s sword? And why isn’t she taking part in this test?” Itadori then asked as he pointed at the bag behind your back leading to Kugisaki to look at it in shock since she thought it was just a normal carrier bag that you just had.

“Yeah, kind of like that and to be honest, this test isn’t good enough to test her abilities, she wouldn’t need to take the katana out and probably use it with the wooden hilt on,” Gojo explained as he turned to you with a cheeky smile of his face.

Suddenly, Kugisaki turned her back towards all of you before fastening a brown belt around her waist which had a small pouch to keep whatever she needed in there, leading Itadori to follow behind her.

“Oh, one more thing,” Gojo suddenly shouted, causing Itadori to turn as Gojo then stated, “don’t let Sukuna out, if you use him, you’ll get rid of all the curses nearby in a flash, but you’ll also drag everyone around into it.”

“Got it. I won’t let Sukuna out,” Itadori assumed his teacher before Kugisaki turned back around to complain to her classmate to hurry up while you quickly took a seat on the stone platform that was right behind you before setting your bag down onto the side making it lean against the same stone you took a seat on while Fushiguro and Goj followed behind.

“I think I’ll go, too,” Fushiguro mentioned, causing you to give him a side glance as you wondered if he was worried or just not hopeful that the two will actually exorcise the curse.

“Don’t push yourself, you’re still recovering,” Gojo reminded his student before saying “if I needed to put someone in for backup, it would be Y/N since she seems to be in a better condition than you.”

“But someone needs to keep an eye on Itadori, right?” Fushiguro questioned in a concerned tone.

“True,” Gojo answered in a dazed tone, indicating to you that he wasn’t worried one bit.

From your perspective, you understood why Fushiguro was worried about your new classmate since he didn’t have the ability to take on a curse from his lack of experience but from what you could recall from that night, it seemed like you didn’t have to worry at all.

“That Yuji..he’s missing a few up here,” Gojo randomly stated, as he pointed his head to indicate his brain. “He has no hesitation, when it comes to killing these things, take that the form of living creatures, albeit bizarre-looking ones, to try to kill him,” Gojo explained to his long-term student while you were just resting the back of your head on the wall before your teacher continued with “and it’s not like he’s been familiar with curses for a long time, like you. This is a boy who used to live a normal high school life, you’ve seen plenty of jujutsu sorcerers, even though with talent, give up in frustration because they couldn’t conquer their fear or disgust, haven’t you?” leading to Fushiguro to look down to his hands as he thought about the statement while you looked up to the sky to question your own thoughts.

‘Is that one of the reasons why the L/N clan decided to disappear? Nah, they were able to seal Sukuna, there is no way that could be the reason’

“So today I want to confirm how crazy she is,” Gojo mentioned, somewhat giving you a slight idea on what he was trying to inform you both.

“But Kugisaki has the experience, right? Little late for that now, isn’t it?” Fushguro asked as he was still unsure about what Gojo was trying to tell him.

“Curses are born from human minds, so their strength and numbers grow in proportion to the population, curses in Tokyo are on a different level than those in the countryside,” Gojo said in a low tone to which Fushiguro understood but still had some uncertainty lingering in his head.

“What he is trying to say that ‘level’ doesn’t mean the amount of cursed energy one curse may have but their cunningness, what he is testing is how one reacts to cruel choices that are forcibly handed to them like the weight on a human life in danger balancing upon your shoulder,” you casually explained, leading Fushiguro to look at you while Gojo had a bright smile on his face, glad that you understood what he was talking about.

However, before you continue with your explanation, there was a loud crash being heard from above with pieces of broken glass falling to the ground leading to the three of you down below to look up, only to find the curse causing the purple hue trying to escape.

“I’ll exorcise it,” Fushiguro quickly said, as he clasped his hands together ready to summon a shikigami. However, he felt a tug on his arm leading him to look down to find you tugging onto the sleeve of his uniform.

“Hold on, have some confidence in your peers,” you muttered, before letting go of the fabric as you processed to lean your head back onto the wall while closing your eyes. “I don’t know how long you have been alone but understand you have teammates now, so rely on them as well, okay?” you stated as you slowly opened your eyes to peer up at the curse, only to suddenly see large metal strikes come out of its body before disintegrating into nothing, while the purple aura that was surrounding the abandoned building disappeared with it.

“Nice, she’s crazy, all right,” Gojo mentioned with a gleeful smile on his face, happy with the results that had just come in from this field test.

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“I live over there! Thanks again!” the kid mentioned as he pointed towards the direction of his house before running off.

From what you could recall, at the end of the field test, Itadori and Kugisaki came out of the building with a child before explaining that he was in the building during the test and he was caught in the middle of it all.

Observing the boy running to his house, you wanted to make sure he got home safely from a distance to which he did once you saw him enter through the gates to what seemed to be his house before being greeted by an obviously worried mother, who scolded him for wondering about before being pulled into a hug.

‘I wonder what’s it like to have a normal childhood?’ you wondered before small but vivid memories began to appear in the back of your mind.

“I’m jealous,” you whispered, before turning around to find both Fushiguro and Gojo already walking back to Itadori and Kugisaki, who both were sitting on the stone steps impatiently waiting for the three of you to finish the task that needed to be done.

‘In the end, I’m alone with the responsibilities of the L/N clan upon my shoulders but I have you, dear. Even with this world being full of curses and impurities, I feel like I have a normal ordinary life with you by my side. I wish I could have given that to you, I’m sorry….’

“It’s okay,” you whispered again, this time leading Gojo to turn back to you with a confused look on his face which caused Fushiguro to look back as well, finding it strange that you haven’t left your stop since the kid was already back at his home, safe and out of harm’s reach for now.

“Did you say something Y/N?” Gojo asked, only for you to shake your head to deny that you had before making your way back to the group.

“Good Joseph! We made sure the kid got home,” Gojo shouted while giving a small wave towards the two students, who suddenly jumped up on their feet which confused you slightly since they had such a determined look on their faces.

“Now shall we go grab some food?” Gojo kindly questioned leading the same two students to now express two huge grins while shouting out their preferred meal for tonight.

“Beef!”

“Sushi!”

“Leave it all to me!” Gojo excitedly stated with two thumbs up before turning to his two other students, who were waiting on the sidelines. “And you guys?” Gojo asked with the same huge grin that Itadori and Kugisaki were expressing.

“I don’t really mind,” you answered in a casual tone before turning to look at FUshiguro, who was suddenly randomly scrolling through his phone with a bored but somewhat irritated expression on his face, causing you to wonder what he was reading or finding that made him have a scowl on his face.

Taking you by the arm, Gojo started walking off with you, Itadori and Kugisaki leaving Fushiguro behind, who had just realised that you all were walking away once he heard his teacher say ‘okay, let’s go’.

“Oh, I forgot about my biggest haul of the day. Hey, you, go fetch my things,” Kugisaki said in a demanding tone, as she decided to be the leader of the group since she was walking in front of everyone.

“Huh? Why should I do it? I thought we were even,” Itadori complained, as he didn’t want to get the items that were left in the coin locker back at Harajuku.

“We won thanks to my cursed energy. Got a problem with that?” Kugisaki countered back, as she confidently continued walking in front of all of you like she would know where the restaurant Gojo was taking you all was.

“What about my raw strength?” Itadori argued, leading you to wonder what he did during the time he was the at the abandoned building with Kugisaki to mention about his immense but strange strength.

“Your monstrous power from eating weird shit?” Kugisaki shouted as she was implicating the cursed finger that Itadori swallowed as a reason for Itadori’s strength.

“It’s not just that! Right, Fushiguro, Gojo?” Itadori asked as he turned to you and Fushguro, only to find the male student with a frown on his face as he looked to the side.

“Huh? What’s the matter, Fushiguro?” Itadori questioned, as he wasn’t sure on why Fushiguro seemed to be moodier than he originally was.

“Nothing,” Fushiguro bluntly answered, not making his answer very convincing for you, Itadori, Kugisaki and Gojo leading your teacher to think it was the best time to tease his shikigami-user student.

“He’s pouting because he didn’t get to join in,” Gojo mentioned with a sly smile, which caused Kugisaki to lean back with her hand on her lips to cover her laugh.

“What a child,” Kugisaki teased, causing Fushiguro to groan in frustration before giving the female sorcerer with an irritated glare which led to Itadori laughing at the facial expression, leaving you to stay silent as you watched the scene in front of you.

‘But I’ll make sure you have the most normal life as you possibly can, so make sure you’re not alone in this world like I am Y/N, I want you to be happy even when we’re both stuck with this burden!’

“Yeah mother, I’m trying,” you whispered before continuing to walk with everyone to wherever you all were heading off to without realising the events that will occur in the future.

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