#you know he wants to be in the middle of that so badly 😩💗

[arminsumi]

HELLOOO THERE!! Can I request gojo dating reader because of a bet with suguru and falling for reader, reader doesn’t know and was hurt when they overheard they’re just a bet, angst to fluff pls 🫶🫶🫶

thank youuuu, hope your having a good day!!

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𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

A/N: u have no idea how much i LOVE this idea anon!!! 💗💗💗 i really hope i did it justice 😩

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Pairing: GOJO Satoru x f.reader

Summary: Suguru betted that Gojo could make anyone fall in love with him, even someone who was his complete opposite — like you.

Warnings; angst-to-fluff, angst contents — {self-loathing (Gojo), crying, heartbreak}, a little bit suggestive at the end, kissing/making out

♪ michelle

It was nice while it lasted.

The handholding in public, the stolen cheek kisses, the pampering and spoiling, relishing in the jealous looks thrown your way when he fed you bites of his food in the cafeteria, bathing in Gojo Satoru's affection. A lot of people would have killed for your position, or even a glimpse into what it's like to date your college's biggest heart throb.

You two seemed to really like each other. It was like two mismatched puzzle pieces somehow fitting together — a fascinating connection was shared. No one would have put you and him together, not even Gojo.

The only reason he asked you out in the first place was...

"Suguru, that's such a nasty idea... I love your mind."

"Just don't actually fall in love with her. The whole idea of this bet is that you can prove any girl can fall in love with you, don't forget that."

Gojo had chuckled at this, it seemed so ridiculous.

Why would he actually fall in love with you? You weren't even his type. He never paid you a sparing glance, not at school, not at parties, not around town.

You weren't his type...

So why did his heart start panging excitedly a few months into your 'fake' relationship? Why did he swoon when you fell asleep laid on his chest in his dorm room? Why did he want to kiss you so badly every time he saw your face? Why did he jump like a cat whenever he got a text from you? Why did he kiss you like the world was ending?

And why did he cry when you found out the truth? He looked distraught when Suguru let the secret slip.

Why did Gojo Satoru, the strongest, beg on his knees for you to stay when you were about to walk away?

"Please! I'm so sorry! I know it was so wrong and fucked up — shit I regret it so much — I really like you! I swear to god, I swear on my life!"

You choked on your tears so badly that you could barely talk. "I can't believe you. This is such a fucking horrible th - thing to do to s - someone, Gojo."

He felt so hurt that you went back to calling him Gojo and not Satoru, like you used to when the two of you were just mild acquaintances.

"Don't go!" He almost yelled.

His arms wrapped around your midriff, he slid down like he was too weak to support himself — like his legs went limp. He slid down until he was clinging to your legs. He sobbed with such a genuine-looking crying face that you almost believed it. He wasn't play-crying like he does to get attention or persuade people, he was ugly-crying.

Gojo Satoru, the prettiest boy you ever knew, was an ugly-crier. A string of saliva glistened between his canines, his mouth hung open like a dramatic renaissance portrait of a distraught man. His eyes were pinched so tight that fat tears cascaded out the corners.

"Please don't go!"

⁕⁕⁕

Suguru found his best friend sat in the middle of the campus' main stairs. Desolate. One hand holding up his heavy head. Regretful. eyes closed.

"So it didn't go well?"

Satoru didn't raise his head, but he slowly opened his eyes and looked miserably at the floor. He watched a line of ants.

"It went as horribly wrong as you could imagine." he responded eventually.

Suguru came to sit next to him. "Are you really in love?" he asked him seriously.

"Of course I fucking am! — sorry..." Satoru snapped, then immediately mumbled an apology.

A long summer breeze went by.

"Try again." he suggested, "I'm sure she'll - "

"She fucking hates me."

There was a heavy silence after Satoru said that.

"If I were her, I'd hate me too." Satoru muttered.

Suguru went silent. He felt guilty, after all, he was the one that dared his best friend to do something as stupid as play with your heart.

Satoru watched the ants scurrying along. He felt as puny and weak as one right then. The realization of these feelings themselves are what urged him to abruptly stand up.

"I'm not giving up. I'm gonna explain to her that I really did fall in love — that I really do fucking like her so god damn much it's insane and stupid."

"That's the spirit — where are you going?" Suguru asked curiously as Satoru began heading over to the parking lot.

"I'm gonna go bring her flowers and... stuff..." he replied unsurely.

Will that really work? He wondered to himself.

"But it's gonna rain." Suguru said, "Heyyy, Satoru, listen don't just — ah, there he goes... idiot really fell in love when I warned him not to..." he muttered pitifully.

⁕⁕⁕

There was a knock at your apartment door.

You wrung it open to reveal a heartbroken Gojo Satoru, soaked-through with rain, standing in the downpour, panting while holding onto a bouquet of vividly red roses. You couldn't have witnessed a more dramatic scene in a movie.

His hair was completely flat with wetness. There were raindrops running down his cheeks and dripping off his chin.

On the walk to your apartment, Satoru had mentally written a speech for you.

It was definitely a well-rehearsed heartbroken boy's 'take me back' speech. Flawless and direct. Surely it would have sufficed.

But he didn't say even the first few words of his practiced speech when your door flew open.

All he did was break down crying and fall to his knees right in front of you, like some dramatic actor — except he wasn't acting, you could feel the realness of his regrets and miseries through each sob.

"Satoru..." you looked down at him pitifully. "Come inside, you're gonna get sick." you said tenderly.

For some reason, those very small words communicated more emotions than any form of 'I love you' ever could.

⁕⁕⁕

His pretty nose was slightly upturned. You noticed that when he first kissed you after your third date.

You noticed it again when you observed how red it had become from crying and sneezing.

Wrapping a blanket around him. Drying his hair. Fluffing it with your fingers. Making him some tea. Sitting him down on your bed. Putting on a movie. Letting him curl up into your arms — something he never did when you two were 'dating' because he was convinced he had to show off his dominance to win you over.

All of this together settled the air between you two. But it still didn't explain everything.

"Why'd you do something so dumb?" you asked him half-humorously.

He nibbled and chewed on his lip, eyes on the TV — not really, actually they were looking at your subtle reflection within it.

"I'm an asshole." he admitted.

"You don't say." you chuckled.

He felt bad, and uncurled his body and raised his face to look at you. Satoru never wore a serious expression in all the time you've known him, both as acquaintances and 'lovers' — except for now, which is how you know it's true.

"I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you. Suguru dared me because... well, because it seemed comical. We're opposites, no one would ever put us together right? But he and I thought that was a hilarious challenge. We wanted to see if I could catch you and make you fall in love with me, or something like that..."

He started mumbling his words and refused to look at you.

"Satoru."

"Yeah?"

He reared his head up at you.

"Did it mean something to you, the time we spent this summer?"

He didn't hesitate to respond, "It meant everything." he said.

"Well, then there we go." you said with a little smile.

"Am I being forgiven...?"

"Mhm."

He seemed taken aback and unsure. Was he really being forgiven? Were you reversing the script on him and pulling a trick on him now?

"Does this mean..." he mumbled quietly, "... that I'm allowed to kiss you right now?" he asked nervously, heart panging, eyes giving your lips a longing glance.

"You're such an idiot." you sighed, "Yeah of course it means you can kiss m — mmmf!"

You never managed the rest of your words out, they all got muffled on Satoru's lips. His hand came to cup your right cheek, fingers caressing your skin like you meant everything to him. He tilted his head into the kiss, broke apart for air, dove back in, kissed you feverishly fervently violently eagerly — with so much affection and thankfulness that you almost couldn't breathe due to being smothered.

"Sorry..." he panted after breaking the kiss, bottom lip glistening with saliva. "I'm sorry for breaking a heart as good as yours."

"Just don't do it again." you told him in a whisper.

The poor boy, two days without kissing was really too much for him. He went right back in and kissed you blue, until you gasped and subconsciously wrapped your legs around his slim waist and pulled him closer. His whole body felt hot and eager. You tasted so good, you looked so good, you loved him so good — he decided right there in the back of his mind that he'd marry you after graduation.

[early20sfailingplenty]

I thought of this and then immediately wanted to cry lmfao enjoy I didn't really edit this; just threw it together. I'm so tired.😩 I'm so sorry for my absence of late and the use of my blog as a diary! May this make up for it.🥺🙏

Dedicated to @mistertiberius for being an absolute sweetheart. Thank you for everything; I hope you feel better soon!!💗My DMs are always open if you ever want to chat or vent!🌸

Summary: Bo catches you right on the edge of crying and he's there to make sure you have a soft landing.

TW; crying (reader), Bo's probably too soft but I don't care, emotional heaviness (reasons vague so it can comfort anyone for anything), reader displays signs of anxiety/is a bit awkward, Bo's a tiny bit manipulative but he does it from a good place (not that that excuses it), swearing.

GENDER NEUTRAL READER, NO CODED LANGUAGE, "YOU" & Y/N USED

Word count: 1, 087.

Bo walked right past you without saying a word and it only made you feel even worse than you already did. He hadn't even glanced at you, stood were you in the middle of the kitchen staring blankly at the wall. You looked troubled on the outside but on the inside, oh, a hurricane whirled within your mind creating such a heat that you felt like your brain was cooking. You were having one of the worst times you had had for a while, usually so stable was life in Ambrose despite all that went on in the small town, and it felt like you were facing it all alone.

You wanted someone to hug you so bad that it hurt. Little had you told the brothers of what was going on, though they were all aware that something was. You were displaying all of the physical tells, all of the emotional signs, but they all refused to pry. If you wanted to tell them, you would. And if you didn't, well, that was okay too. Sometimes words just weren't appropriate for the situation at hand, and this was most definitely one of them. You were constantly trembling, so badly were you feeling, and you just wanted to be held. You felt like you were falling apart, pieces of yourself crumbling between your fingers like the sands of time, and you needed someone to help you scoop yourself up off of the floor... but you were all alone.

Or so it felt.

Bo reached the front door and though your stare at the wall remained unbroken, your silence ended. "Hi, Bo." Your voice sounded like you were hearing it from someone else's ears, or like you were underwater. You blinked and came back into yourself just in time as you caught Bo looking at you over his shoulder.

"What? Yeah, hi," He made a quiet noise under his breath and then turned away from you. Again. But as he took another pace, he froze and spun slowly on his heel, the previously distracted look on his face now sharp, calculative. "Wha's the matter wit' you?" He came towards you slowly, one pace at a time, and you watched his feet rather than his face. If you looked at him, you would cry. The pressure building up behind your eyes told you so.

You shrugged. "M'tired, Bo."

Bo shook his head by way of physically dismissing your words, "No, I know that look." He had finally reached you but you remained staring at his feet. If you looked up and saw Bo looking back at you, you would break where you stood and, oh, your grasp on yourself was already so fragile. One kind look or word would shatter you and you didn't know if you had the strength to put yourself back together. "Somethin' else is eatin' at'cha."

All those thoughts in your head climbed up your throat from where they had had a vice like grip on your heart and gathered on the tip of your tongue and you shook your head. "S'fine. I'm just tired, is all. Didn't sleep well last night." You still weren't looking at Bo but you didn't need to. He could read your torment as plain as day on your face, an open book were you to someone who had had to learn body language and physical cues in order to survive from a very young age.

"Well, if that's all it is," Bo sighed, feigning a casual tone of voice. You knew him better than that, though, and you heard the concern bleeding into every syllable. He made as if to turn away and indeed, he got four paces from you before his name ripped out of your mouth in desperation. There was the flicker of a triumphant smirk on his face as he turned back to you for a second time, though there was a storm in his blues which told unspoken truths of his worry for you.

You were beginning to zone out again as you said, "too much."

Bo frowned and came back to stand in front of you. "What is?" His hands came up as if to touch you, but then his frown deepened and he dropped his hands. You were so close to receiving what you needed and yet so far were you all the same and it only intensified the burning pressure behind your eyes, making them misty.

You wrinkled your nose against the urge to cry, your bottom lip trembling as you said, "everything."

"Oh, darlin', c'mere," Bo sighed and wrapped his arms around you without hesitation. If his brothers walked in to the sight, he would use the embrace as a way to shield you from them so that you could have your privacy while you cried into his black shirt. He would bitch about it, too, but everyone in the room including him would know that he was full of shit. You allowed Bo to pull you into him tightly and he dropped a series of kisses to the crown of your head. "Shush, it's okay, y're okay," he continued to press kisses to your head, whispering sweet nothings though he meant every word. "Bo's got'cha, darlin'. Whatever it is, we can make it better, yeah?"

His chin tilted away from you as he waited for you to nod or to give him some kind of answer, and when you did, he settled back into the embrace, giving you the closeness you so needed. He began to sway with you slowly, rocking you in his arms and you let him, your eyes sliding closed as you sunk into the smell of cigarettes, motor oil, sweat, and the cologne he liked to wear sometimes.

"Please don't leave me," You choked on a sob and Bo's arms tightened around you slowly, a boa constrictor was he when it came to those he loved the most.

"I won't," He whispered, "I ain't goin' nowhere, y'hear?"

You nodded, closed your eyes and let yourself grip Bo. He was everything you needed in your worst and best moments and even though you had felt yourself falling apart, Bo was there to help you pull things back together. There was nothing to be romanticised about the way you were feeling, but the way Bo held you was helping you more than you knew how to say. And so you only stayed silent, and you held him and let yourself be held, and that had to be enough.