✎ Treasure

yes, i have a girlfriend, and yes, she's real!

PAIRING: gamer!gojo x reader.

SYNOPSIS: what happens when your gamer boyfriend brings you on-screen?

CONTENTS: fem!reader. use of she/her pronouns + reader is referred to as gojo's girlfriend. toji slander bcs he deserves it. really short LMAO. you guys rly thought i'd have enough motivation to write a whole oneshot on gamer!gojo (you thought wrong).

"oh, please," satoru laughs, leaning back and grinning at the screen in front of him. he tosses his hair, but it falls back into his eyes just seconds later. "no way you guys all thought i would lose that one. c'mon, have some faith in me!"

you watch satoru reply to the hundreds of comments lighting up the side of his monitor, smiling endearingly at the way he laughs at some and practically chortles at others.

it was only after the two of you started dating that satoru disclosed his streaming hobby, and to your surprise, he was pretty popular. thousands of people tuned in to watch him play some game or another every night, and well, it paid better than you'd expect.

satoru whistles, hands resting comfortably behind his head as a particular question catches his attention. "ah, do i have a girlfriend?" he muses, grinning as he shoots a quick side-glance at you. "yeah," he continues, snorting when what looks like a flurry of no fucking way's flood the chat.

he clicks his tongue disappointedly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "what, did all eight thousand of you think i couldn't pull? thanks a lot," satoru deadpans, waving his hand and sighing dramatically. "i don't know what any of you mean. i'm a catch!"

you snicker at that, and your laughter only increases when satoru turns and gapes at you. he juts his bottom lip out, face sinking into an adorable pout at he crosses his arms. "even my own girlfriend's laughing at me," he mumbles petulantly. "hmph!"

satoru sticks his tongue out at you childishly, and you blow a kiss back. he pretends to faint before turning back to his monitor, quickly skimming the comments before he gasps. "what do you mean, she probably doesn't exist?!" he sputters, clutching his heart exaggeratedly.

the look on his face is priceless — imagine getting told by thousands of people that one, they think you can't pull, and two, that they don't even believe your significant other exists. naturally, satoru reacts as dramatically as ever. he pretends to ignore everyone in the comments before calling them out individually.

"oh, i see you, toji... fishy-guru," satoru gripes, wagging his finger at his screen. "my girlfriend exists and she's mine! don't even think about it." he pauses, squinting at the chat before correcting himself with an eyeroll. "fushiguro. whatever. either way, she's real and she's all mine."

satoru swivels his chair to face you, making an incredulous face as he gestures to the screen. "can you believe this?" he grumbles, ocean-blue eyes focused on you. "these guys don't think you're real."

you shrug, toying with the corner of his sheets as you smile back at satoru. he's so childish, but that's just one of the many things you adore about him. sure, he's an annoying brat, but at least he's a total sweetheart too.

your boyfriend extends his hand, beckoning you to come over to him. "c'mon, darling," he cooes, scrunching up his nose at you. "wanna help me prove these losers wrong?" satoru mouths please, and the puppy eyes he gives you are cute enough to convince you.

so you hop off his bed, running a hand through your hair as you stroll over to where he sits in front of his monitor. beaming like a kid on his birthday, satoru takes your hand and twines his fingers with yours.

smiling smugly, satoru pulls you on screen and into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you watch the chat erupt with she's real's and how did he pull a girl like her's and smile, flicking satoru's forehead affectionately.

he ignores the thousands of dumbstruck users in his comments and holds you close to his chest, adjusting his grip on your waist to make his lap as comfortable as possible for you. satoru's adoring eyes are fixed on you, only you, even as his chat explodes.

suguru-geto: haha i already knew

toji-fushiguro: how the fuck did a loser like him pull her?

yuuji-itad0ri: gojo has a girlfriend??? what did i miss??

AUTHOR'S NOTE: the writing motivation came out of nowhere whaat

tell your baby, that i'm your baby. (a loving family, an unpalatable desire drabble)

ft. yandere damian wayne x gn! neglected spouse reader x yandere superfam

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist !

this is written in regards to one of my drabbles, i can't help but sigh at just how good the angst is for damian in this series.

because in loving family, unpalatable desire, you pretty much exclusively nickname him "dami, baby," from day one right after meeting him. you say it not in a way that you wish to overstep your boundaries at simply being his stepparent - you're aware, despite the ache in your chest admitting it, that you'll never come quite close to talia's standing in his heart, it's simply impossible with how she raised him her entire life before being dropped off in bruce's care - but because you find the boy adorable if you look past his intent at trying to murder you at every passing glance.

or maybe it's just you trying to cope with the pain of your situation, that you consider them all your beloved children, yet never being once called their parent throughout your entire marriage that breaks apart the illusion of a happy home life, that this wasn't the marriage you wanted at all; that you'll never bear a time in your life stuck in the manor seeing their genuine smiles directed at you even if you attempt to approach as patiently as possible in hopes your presence might be accepted— even if it results in awkward laughs at your cringy jokes at the dinner table, or one of damian's weapons nearly plunging the side of your head.

maybe, it's such a struggle to keep the flicker of light alive in your body whenever all your hardships fail, and all throughout you find your husband with lipstick stains all over his white collar every time he comes home that your mind forces itself to believe that with enough trial and error, maybe one of them could eventually tolerate, rather than pity you.

unfortunately, you chose damian, the one who you're convinced arguably despises you the most, of all people living or visiting the manor to run the test.

so in all the instances you chirp out his nickname, so fondly, so eminently heard across the walls of the manor, even in the spacious expanse of the gardens could your voice be heard from miles away, all because you wish to bond with him, praising his artworks with your grating voice, to give him intricate gifts you know will be discarded in the trash in front of you; you'll be met with a stubborn glare and mean comments about how he'll never consider you his parent, to relinquish your delusions at thinking he'll even let you past his walls, and how he'll never follow through the orders of a scum like you.

which is what you're forced to deal with every single day, coupled with harsh reminders of their happiness without the need for your presence beside them.

sometimes, his reactions could be his typical harsh comments, you've grown accustomed enough to differentiate what is harmless and what borders on violence; it's enough to know when to stop bothering him despite your best efforts. other times, it would be as intense as running a sword through the strands of your hair until he chops it at the end with a threat to cut off your tongue right after if you dare call him that putrid nickname again that cuts deeper than any wound.

with every trial of becoming closer to him, results in an even widening crack in your relationship with the young boy. and eventually, with enough sighs under your breath and harsh glares from him, you'll come into terms that you'll never form a cordial bond with the young boy. it's just impossible with how he views you, sheltered and undeserving because of your family's reputation of being money laundering scum.

at that period of time, you instead chose to strengthen your relationship with the reporter who saved you one day from the paparazzi's cruel interviews, the cute man from the daily planet whose name is clark kent with an even more adorable son, jon, who welcomed you with open arms and a tight hug on your stomach, muttering about how he's so excited to meet his new parent, just when you first stepped on the doors of your affair partner's home; that was enough to relinquish any anguish you felt at the manor replaced with absolute joy at what seems to be the first time you're considered the parent, part of a family, in a completely different household.

it helps erase the shadow of doubt that you may be cursed to never be accepted into an established family with just how bright, how comparable jon was to an overexcitable golden retriever, bonding with you since day one unlike all the other insufferable moments crammed into a jam-packed dinner table— only for your voice to be discarded and overpowered by others.

you start to call him your baby instead, completely in awe at the cute freckles littering his sun-kissed skin and the country boy accent he adopted from his dad. you couldn't help but hold his cheeks in your palms and kiss all over his face whilst you kneel to his level, laughing along with the giggles erupting from his throat that creates this harmonious melody in clark's ears, who watches you scoop the boy into your arms just to swing him back and forth in cuteness aggression, just how it always should've been with you.

clark pictures the moment together, capturing jon's smooshed face shadowed by your hair whilst you look at his, no, your son with inexplicable joy, eyes crinkled and shining brightly under the halo of the sunset.

and clark doesn't even have to see just much jon loves and cherishes you at first glance.

he wouldn't even dare compare you to his late mother, never once calling you a replacement or a homewrecker, placing you upon a pedestal you deserve to be instead; because let's face it, you simply live in the manor, but your true home is where clark and jon, and ma and pa kent are at. pictures of your little family are framed in your shared bedroom for you to graze your finger upon whenever you wish to reminisce the blessings bestowed upon meeting your affair partner at just by chance.

but you shouldn't have forgotten about damian that quickly, not when jon all-too suddenly shoves that photo of you in his wallet in front of his face, it made damian's mind go off in a tangent, in both curiosity and frustated yet unstated interrogations at your sudden disappearance (your grating voice don't call out to him anymore, and suddenly, the manor is quieter; he despises that feeling of emptiness more than he does of your nickname for him) then reappearance as jon's, funny, hah—!

jon's parent.

and in moments of careful investigation does he realize—

when you're with jon, his best friend, when he spies in on you at the little farm you now live in, currently alone with someone whom you call your true son, that he comes to realize just how much that nickname means so much to him, as your voice, with that soft tone, scold his friend with that familiar warmth you always used to direct at him with the softest of gaze, an angel unlike the sea of rich bastards he meets at the galas who only communicate with him to form connections, advantages by being associated with a family of the wayne's.

it's only when you're stripped away from him that he realizes how much he relishes your sweet occupancy into his heart, how there's always been an unbidden, forbidden chamber in his heart that beats for the love you offer him that was unlike the harsh environment he was born in.

he's never been adorned with such a delicate title that portrays him the opposite of what he's raised to be; damian has always been the blood son, son of the bat and heir to the demon king's throne, but never something as fond, as unforeseen as someone's baby.

it just thwarts the spark of hope in his heart and extends the lump in his throat at the scene that plays before him, the loving nickname you oh-so carefully address him now relinquished and graced to another boy, his friend no less— who you considered yours, who he's aware is way more deserving of being called your baby rather than him, who had always denied you from the very start.

"jon, baby, you help me clean the windows tomorrow, alright, young man? it's stained with all your fingerprints!" you scold him as assertively as you can, kneeling down to his level and pinching his cheeks all while grinning at the boy. jon retorts with a tongue out his lips and a scrunch of his nose. it garners a laugh from you, one damian swore he's never heard sounded so desirable until now.

why are you calling jon your baby?

"not my fault, mom/dad! i get so excited to see you come home every time you have to return there!" damian seethes at the scene of jon's pouting and puppy-eyes looking up at you, that should've been him.

"can't you just stay here? forever?"

damian despises how he engraves the melody of your laughter in reply to jon's words, right into his eardrums, but omits the disgustingly sweet chirp in your voice calling jon, not him, your baby. his mind nips away at the memories at all the moments you addressed him too, and how he always rejected and corrected you to call him by his name like a proper person rather than a maniac pushing themself into his life.

he doesn't want to ever hear you address him, if it means it's not by his nickname that you now call jon.

damian couldn't even deny how the huge grin that stretches across your face at the sight of his best friend scalds him with bitterness, he wasn't even aware you're capable of such enjoyment, not when back at the manor your hesitant with even displaying a tinge of happiness— as if you're capable of doing so, not when he knows he's one of the main contributors for being the reason of your current affair.

and yet he wishes he could lie and say he didn't miss it, miss your expectant stare at him, the contrast of talia's comfort compared to yours, when the hugs you offer him, the gifts carefully curated to his preferences, the palpable love that never once wavered for your family that you could never call yours, they all seem like a distant dream now that you're away from them; from him.

it hurts watching you two communicate even further, for once it's him in the background watching like an outsider instead of you. for once, he understands what isolation feels like, what foreboding desires fester deep into his scarred soul that could only be cured with one of the softest cuddly hugs, the sweetest, flutter of your lashes as you stare oh-so fondly at jon like he meant the world to you, like it was only the two of you in the world embracing the light filtering through the windows, side by side, inseparable.

if there was one wish he could conjure, a desire he was trained to forfeit himself to feel that creeps its way into the depths of his guarded heart— it's that once you put jon into bed - even if it takes hours, even his heart feels like it's being squeezed out of blood watching your nightly, affectionate routine with jon; reading him bedtime stories, eating together, laughing lightly at the dinner table while you feed him your share of the plate, moments he never thought he felt compelled to spend with you - once he strikes at the perfect opportunity to talk to you, to confront your blunder of choosing them over him, of his woes towards your relationship—

he wishes, with unceasing faith, that you still love him enough to call him your baby once more.

a/n: let this blow up and i might just actually fix my schedule to give more updates. anyways, more damian wayne and jon kent content! one of my fave runs is with supersons and i love fluff paired with angst too so this is a win-win. pls leave in some comments about this series, since ngl i didn't give it as much love as i did for a&a 😭 so yes! mitski inspired chapter with more conflicting feelings. i'm still working around writer's block but everyone's undying support helps motivate me a lot!!!

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#Nanami: i'm not the step father i'm the father that stepped up

LIES, LIES, LIES — #RYOMENSUKUNA

sypnosis: sukuna never expected you to break up with him out of nowhere. you blocked him through everything. now he stalks you on your social media, starting to wear less and going out with people he never met before.

#content: ryomen sukuna x fem! reader. 2.5k words. petty sukuna. mature language. heavy making out. he used to be a fuq boy. this was supposed to be a drabble but oh well. wrote this while listening to telekinesis, marvins room, ball w/o you, and hotline bling. not edited too lazyyyy ehh

ryomen sukuna is so petty. and anxious. sukuna's anxious now that you are no longer his. for him, you are. you'll always be his. but not for you, no. not after you broke up with him out of nowhere. is this his karma for breaking too many hearts before?

he never posts about him going to parties or having fun in general. but these nights, he does. he shows everything in his instagram story because there's a chance you're watching him.

he wants you to watch him have fun without you. he'll do just fine without you. don't blame the man for acting petty, you broke his heart after all. but what sukuna did not know is that you were doing the same thing.

you blocked him the day you broke up with him. on all your social media. so on the same day, he made a burner account. how long has it been? you broke up with him — 5 weeks ago, he tried going after you the first two weeks, but it didn't work. he hasn't seen you in 3 weeks now. he checks it every hour of the day. he just wants to see. one thing about you is that he knows you don't post. so when he saw the colored circle around your picture he immediately clicked it.

it was a video of you. you wore his favorite dress. that short red sparkly dress. it was his favorite color, you knew that. you were holding a liquor in your left hand while singing along with the background music.

what's the title again? — ah. best i ever had. fuck, you really were the best he ever had. you're all he ever wanted. before, he'll be the only one to see this. again, you never post pictures or videos. instead, you send them to sukuna. you claim that he's the only one who should see them anyway. but now that situation has changed, you're showing that beautiful face to everyone. not just him.

the next slide is a picture of you and your friends — who are these people? he knows all your friends. new people? he doesn't know what's happening in your life now.

how the fuck did you even get to where you started?

where were you? at a party? friend's party? club? does it even matter, at the end of the day you were having fun. now, he's more uneasy than ever. you wouldn't sleep with anyone, right? you know better. you should. you could sleep with half of the world, you still wouldn't forget him. you'll always know him. you don't need anyone else.

he shouldn't text you. you wouldn't want that. no he won't text you. he'll get over it.

he’s not texting you.

sukuna what the fuck did i do wrong baby

sukuna answer

sukuna where are u

you ???

sukuna let's talk

sukuna we need it

you we ??? u mean u need it lol

sukuna i miss u

sukuna please let's talk

you fine, pick me up

you [xxx-xxx]

you found him waiting for you just outside your friend's house. he looks good. so much for a guy who's miserable without you. did he lie about that too? that he's miserable without you? he looks just fine. he was wearing a black compression shirt. he was at a party before this, you know that. you stalked his socials after all. who was he trying to impress? who did he fuck this time?

"you look grumpy." you plastered a smile on your face greeting him, "let's go there, it's quieter and it has uhm — privacy." you pointed at the empty dark garden. sukuna did not answer he only followed you, both of his hands tucked in his pockets. what time was it? — 11:05 at night. sukuna didn't look drunk. or high. he usually does when he goes to a party.

"what?" he starts, "what?" you asked back. he should talked. he was the one who rushed here. he was the one who bought you here when you should be having fun inside.

"you dressed up well." you feel his eyes on you. his observing you. you quickly look away. avoiding eye contact. you feel shy. you haven't seen him in almost three weeks. he hadn't stared at you like this in weeks. it's not like he has a chance.

"just talk about what you wanna talk about," you stated. you want this to be over with. because if this will continue, you know damn well, you'll be swayed.

"why?" he asked. that's all he wants to ask. a simple why. he just wants to know. he looks at you, his eyes never leave you. his not begging you with his words. it's those eyes that are begging you to speak up.

you loved sukuna. no, you love him. you spent the past weeks without him thinking about all his lies and cover-ups — all the things they said about him. you're insecure. maybe that's why. maybe being with sukuna is harming the insecurity more. because the more you're with him, the more louder you hear the voices of others insulting you.

you recall that first woman's voice, what exactly did she say again — "sukuna. your boyfriend. how long do you think he plans to keep you as his plaything?" then another one, "sukuna's funny. he really tries so hard to keep the girl by his side like he won't leave her when he gets bored." this one you overheard on the way to the bathroom. "you think sukuna loves that girl?" this one you also overhead, it was a full conversation bashing you, "probably not, his favorite one, maybe? we all know he never sticks to one."

he never sticks to one. sukuna gets bored easily. plaything. of course you try not to listen to them. they're not sukuna, but, they keep replaying, it's not like it's all a lie. before — sukuna had his way around girls like this. he is not the type to call a woman back the next morning after hanging out with them the whole night. he never likes commitment, the only commitment that he has ever done before you is his tattoos.

these thoughts eat you up. you broke up with him after a week of contemplating. you did it through a phone call. you might sound like an asshole but it was a decision for the sake of yourself. you hanged up before he can even speak.

but it didn't really stop there — he showed up to your work the next day. you pushed him away. then he shows up to your class. outside the building. again, you pushed him away. every time he comes he brings food, flowers, bears, and gifts. you claimed that he just wasted money. he was persistent.

he continued for two weeks. after that, he stopped showing up. you wondered if he was tired. he must've been.

you stalked him using your burner account that night he stopped coming. he was at a party. having fun. you also watch the stories of his close friends. just to get a glimpse of him more — he really was having fun. you swipe to the next post, it's a group picture. his arms around another woman. he has that cocky fucking smile on his face.

sukuna was back to being who he was before you. that night you cried your way to sleep. — did you even sleep? how can you sleep when he's out with other girls?

you stayed a mess for days. this night, your friend begged you to attend her birthday party. you decided to go. you needed it anyway. a night away from sukuna.

it was really supposed to be a night without sukuna. but you can't seem to — escape him.

"you and i." you start quietly finding the clear and right words to use, "we don't work."

he scoffs, "how the fuck do ya know that?"

he's always been a hard person to talk to, he's hard-headed. "because you're you. and i'm well — me."

sukuna knows you too well. he can tell that you're nervous. why are you nervous? you must be lying. he observes you — again. you're fidgeting. no. you're not lying but you're not telling him everything either.

"you haven't answered that question yet."

your eyes that are fixed on the ground glare at him, "i just answered, you have a hard time understanding."

he hums clearly not impressed, "why? tell me. then i'll decide if we break up or not."

"that's not up to you to decide, you know, you're being unreasonable again."

"talk 'bout being unreasonable, eh? who broke the relationship without one proper reason? it's clearly not me, baby."

he's frustrating. sukuna will always be frustrating.

"they —" you start. you can't help but pout, you don't wanna cry tonight. not with this pretty makeup on. but you're sensitive. you don't want to talk about this. you don't want to remember what they all said. you really did love him after all. you can only hold so much.

he noticed, he's observant. he takes a step closer to you, "hey — fuck — are you crying? don't . . baby . . hey it's okay you can tell me, okay?" he holds one of your hands and he wipes the little tears that are rolling down your eyes.

he knew it. there's something. something is bothering you. something you're not telling him. he wishes that he can kiss those tears away. he wishes that after this you'd come with him home. who dares to make his baby cry anyway?

"uhm . . they've been talking," you sniffle, "a lot about us — our relationship — me. saying a lot of mean things. and i don't like being treated like that suku. i hate it so much. they always say that — you're not really serious and that you'll fuck me over." you stop for a second taking a look at his face — is he mad? he looks glazed. his holding your hands tighter now. " . . and it's not like i don't trust you . . you know — it's just that i don't wanna constantly deal with them because i'm so fucking tired."

"then don't listen." sukuna calmly says. that's new. you expect him to react . . mad, annoyed, or hostile even. that's more likely his personality. but sukuna cares about your sensitivity. it wouldn't be a good decision for him to scream at you and scold you. he simply cares. "don't fucking listen (Y/N)"

sukuna understands now. for you, he does. he might be a asshole sometimes but he can be a decent guy if you need him to be.

"it's not your fault, baby, i'm not blaming you, i'll never do that. nothing is your fault."

he finally let go of your hand shortly and then pulled you into a hug, a tight one. ryomen sukuna is yearning for you. he lets out a sigh of relief. it's gonna be fine now. he'll fix everything. "don't listen to the lies, i swear, they're all lies." he continues, "they're not me, dumb, that's what they are."

"it's not even just that — you. you're such an asshole. you replaced me too fast!"

"when the fuck did i? woman."

"you keep partying with another woman. i saw everything, you know." you state grumbling at the pink-haired man, he chuckles, sneering "stalker."

it was all worth it. him being petty is worth it.

"you fucked that girl that you met at the party?" you asked hopeful for a no.

"hmm i'm no cheater, baby." he says proudly, "you know that better than anyone. i posted that for you to see. wanted to act petty, you know."

it was silence after that. you want to kiss him. the brooding vibe that occupied the space earlier is gone. the feeling is familiar now. it smells like sukuna now. maybe it's his expensive high-end perfume or maybe it's just him urging you to come back home to him.

"i only want the best for you. i promise. i'll do anything for you. can you just come back to me please? it's all me, just don't go." sukuna's truthful, "don't walk away, okay? we'll be just fine. i don't wanna lose this with you. listen to me once and not them. everyone thinks that they know us, they know nothing."

it's hard to believe that before this sukuna was that asshole who fuck and go. it's hard to believe that before you sukuna did not know how to love. how can you ever leave him when he loves you like this? this man who literally carries your groceries, he took the time to memorize you, all of you. he never left.

maybe that's why you had to give up so fast. because how deeply can you fall in love with him? you don't think can handle the pain of the things they said happening.

but after everything, he tells you that it's not your fault.

"kiss me, please."

it didn't even take a second for him to move, he let go of the hug and held your neck. he started slowly. it's like your lips are made for each other. how can they move so perfectly? you close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

you opened your mouth letting his tongue in. his tasting you. he hadn't done this in weeks. he pulls your waist closer as he moves forward. he bites the bottom of your lip causing you to let out a moan only for him to push his tongue back in tasting every corner of your mouth.

he's craving for it. his hands traveled down your back to your ass as he rests his hands then gripping your butt cheeks. "miss you so much. you have no idea. all i can think about is your face, cunt, and your ass. i swear."

"sukuna, not here." you pull him away before he can do anything more, "let's go home first." you continue.

he smiles, cheekily, he won you at the end of the day. "ya fucked anyone when i wasn't around? your ass better makes sure no one touched you while you're wearing my dress. wearing my dress in front of these men with micro-sized dicks."

he knows though, even if you don't answer, he knows already. he knows that you wouldn't touch anyone other than him.

"oh, by the way, how do you plan on making up with me? you did break my heart. should i tie you up and blindfold you?" he stops, "or no, should i make you ride me till the morning? that sounds better does it?" he continues, "strip tease sounds nice though. face sitting also is nice, we don't do that often."

this man is a menace. his making a decision like his life depended on it.

"ahh fuck it." he grins, "doll face, i've made up my mind. let's do all of them hmm."

Im looking for a post that I can’t remember but it was angst! it was malleus and Leona. It has some time travel and in the present you’re with Malleus. Malleus meets your future kids but finds out that Leona is the dad and you guys broke up.

Hi there! :D I saw that resquest are open so I wanted to make mine: I couldn't help but imagine a scenario where the reader finds a sad Grim crying because he doesn't feel like he's progressing or improving as a wizard. So the reader cradles Grim (like the baby cat he is) and sings him the song: Baby of Mine from the Dumbo movie.

Take your time and no pressure, bye <3 <3

Characters: Grim !platonic x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: Comforting Grim

Warnings: fluff, spelling mistakes

Grim

“Grim?” You called out his name worried since he just lay in bed with the covers over his head and didn’t even say good night. He’s been like that ever since school. He's been just silent—nothing—no calling you a henchman, no asking you for tuna, nothing. "Grim,” you say again, yet again, nothing.

You pull off the cover from him, face first in the bed. “Grim, are you crying?” You whisper, “Go away, human.” He grumbled. You hear his throat drying up, and he was trying to stop himself from crying. "Grim, what’s wrong? You can tell me.” You comfort him while trying to pry him off so he wouldn’t be face first on the bed.

“What’s wrong, grim? Please tell me I’ll listen.” You try to persuade an answer out of him: “Everything is so stupid. I’m trying my hardest, but I’m still not good enough. I don’t understand the books we read or the potions we make; it’s so dumb! I’m supposed to be the great grim, but I can’t doo anything."Grim explodes in your face, telling you all at once what was bothering him.

“Let go, henchmen!” You ignore his complaint and cradle him in your arm while you hear an assortment of “let go." "Stop, I’m not a baby,” “I’ll burn,” and much more. "Just listen,” you say.

“Baby mine, don’t you cry.”

“Baby mine, don’t you cry.”

“Rest your head close to my heart.

“Baby mine, don’t you cry.”

Yet with only a couple of verses, it got Grim to pass out. You put him down in your arms and put him in bed before continuing on.

“Little one, when you play

Don't you mind what you say?

Let those eyes sparkle and shine.

Never a tear, baby of mine.”

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Apparently Miles is a JJK fan (in the comics)

If you put these two in a room together I think the result would be adorable 🥺

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄

pairing: gojo satoru x reader summary: gojo offers to help you get the attention of your crush, but things don't turn out the way either of you expect genre: college au, friends (?) to lovers, fluff, no angst notes: gojo is kinda dumb idk, shoko and geto know he's stupid wc: ~5.8k

"So, Geto Suguru, huh?"

You furrow your eyebrows as you look up from your book, meeting the bright blue eyes of none other than Gojo Satoru.

"I'm sorry?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion. Gojo chuckles lightly, booping your nose as he takes a seat next to you.

"Cute," Gojo comments, snorting when you swat his hand away. "But really? Geto? He's a little too boring for you, don't you think? You're kind of super out of his league."

"I have no idea what you're taking about, Gojo," you say, carefully placing a bookmark between the pages of your book before closing it and setting it down next to you.

"You can call me Satoru if you'd like. I don't mind," he says, leaning back on the grass and basking in the sunlight. You stare at him dully, still confused by the entire situation. He grins when he notices your expression.

"What do you want, Gojo?" you ask, watching him pout at your use of his last name. He brings a hand up to his heart, pouting at your tone before breaking out into a large smile. You look away, slightly annoyed by your white-haired classmate.

"Geto? Suguru?" he repeats, bringing his hands up to form air quotation marks. "You know, 'the only one who's ever made my heart race and palms sweat', that Geto Suguru?"

Your jaw drops at his words, and you whip your head around to give him a disbelieving look. He's wearing a smug smirk as he returns your stare, one eyebrow raised in a way that lets you know that he's heard everything you've said about his best friend.

"Where did you hear that?" you hiss, grabbing your book and shoving it into your bag. You feel your heart pounding as you rise to your feet, brushing your clothes off before crossing your arms and staring at Gojo.

"You really should choose more private places to have such conversations," Gojo replies, standing up as well and brushing his hair back with his hand. "You weren't exactly being quiet when you were speaking with Shoko."

"So what is it that you want?" you ask, a scowl working its way onto your face. "Do you want me to do your chemistry homework in exchange for your silence or something?"

Gojo's smile never falters, unnerving you the slightest bit as he walks up to you before grabbing your bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

"No, of course not! What kind of student do you think I am?" he asks, pushing his sunglasses up with one hand as he wraps his other arm around your shoulders. The two of you begin walking towards a nearby lecture hall, and you find yourself tensing up the longer you remain under his hold. "You see, lately Geto has been getting on my case about every little thing. Between you and me, I think that having someone to focus his attention on can be beneficial for both of us. So I'm here to offer my assistance to get Geto to notice you!"

You come to an abrupt stop, causing the white-haired boy to halt as well. He looks at you curiously, confused by your sudden actions. You remain quiet as you reach for your bag, tugging it away from him with a tight-lipped smile.

"Thanks for the generous offer, Gojo, but no," you say, annoyance tinging your words. Gojo nearly flinches when he notices your stony gaze, and he chooses to remain silent as you begin to walk away.

"If you change your mind, let me know!" he calls out after you, this time actually flinching when you turn around to send him a sharp glare. he chuckles to himself once you're out of sight, sighing to himself and preparing to face an irritated Geto once more.

"You know, you're not subtle with your staring."

Your nose scrunches unconsciously as Gojo plops down in the seat next to you, and you choose to pick at your food in an attempt to ignore his presence. His sudden appearance earns you a questioning look from Shoko, who's currently sitting across from you and giving Gojo the occasional irritated look.

"Ah, hello Shoko," Gojo greets, nodding his head at his friend. He places his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his palm as he reaches over to steal a fry off her plate. "It's been a while."

"I saw you this morning," Shoko replies dryly, rolling her eyes when Gojo waves off her words before turning to face you.

"Why don't you let me help you? It'll get you further than sitting and staring will," he says, holding out his pinky finger and wiggling it in front of your face. "I promise."

"Has it occurred to you that the reason I don't accept your help is because I'm perfectly content with admiring from afar?" you ask as you push your plate away, your appetite now ruined.

"So you're afraid of rejection?" Gojo replies smoothly, taking your tray and munching on your leftover fries. Your expression is a mix of disgust and offense as you watch him, but it quickly shifts to betrayal when Shoko lets out a snort at his words.

"What? He's technically right," Shoko says, trying to defend herself after seeing your withering look. "It's not like you go out of your way to get him to notice you."

"We sit next to each other in class," you mumble, scooting away from Gojo. "We're lab partners and that's enough."

"Wait, you're the one who sits next to him?" Gojo questions, raising a brow when you nod. He finishes the rest of your fries, a pensive look on his face as he does so. You give him an unimpressed look, waiting for him to speak. "You might have a better chance with him than you think."

You can feel the heat flooding your cheeks as you tense up, and you risk another glance at Geto, watching as he converses with Nanami. You shake your head as you turn back to Gojo, who is already looking at you with a knowing smirk.

"Maybe you should listen to him," Shoko comments, taking a bite of her food before continuing. "What's the worst that can happen? Gojo is his friend, after all."

"See! Even Shoko sees how helpful I can be,' Gojo cheers, reaching over to high five Shoko. You bite your lip softly, feeling your stomach twist as you watch Geto smile softly at something Nanami said.

"Fine," you say, giving in. "One chance, Gojo. Don't mess it up, it won't end well for either one of us."

Gojo pumps his fist into the air, earning a weird look from you as he stands up and pats your head.

"You won't regret it. I promise."

"There you are!"

A squeak leaves your lips as Gojo rushes up to you, grabbing you by the hand and dragging alongside him. He doesn't come to a stop until he reaches Shoko and Geto, and you receive a warm smile from Geto and a head nod from Shoko in greeting.

"You two know each other?" Geto asks, slight surprise present on his face as he looks at yours and Gojo's hands. You quickly yank your hand out of his, laughing nervously as Gojo nods.

"Yeah! We've shared a few classes and we study together sometimes," Gojo says, missing the deadly glare you send him. "Similar majors and whatnot, you know the vibe. You should join us sometime, Geto."

"Yeah! The more, the merrier," you spit out, wincing when you feel Gojo's elbow dig into your side. "Shoko, do you want to join."

"I really don't," Shoko replies instantly, smirking as you flounder for a moment.

"I'd like that," Geto says, giving you another smile before turning to Gojo. "We can study after this next lecture, if you're both free?"

"Yeah, we were thinking about that little cafe a couple of minutes off campus," Gojo says, frowning when he notices you walking off with Shoko. A shout of your name has you glancing back, a pout on Gojo's face as he stares after you. "Where are you going?"

"To the cafe," you reply, raising an eyebrow as you cross your arms. "You didn't really expect me to wait out here for the two of you, did you?"

"Just make sure you get a good table!" Gojo says, giving you a lazy grin as you keep walking. You give him a small wave before heading off with Shoko, eventually parting ways with her once you reach the edge of campus.

The cafe Gojo had mentioned was easy enough to find, and you had to admit that it was cozy, the perfect place to sit and study. You manage to snag a table big enough for the three of you, ordering a drink before slipping into study mode. By the time the two boys arrive, you've managed to work through a majority of your lab report.

"Hey," Geto's quiet voice greets you, drawing your attention to him as he takes the seat across from you. You smile in response, shyly averting your eyes when he doesn't look away. Your smile drops when Gojo slides into the seat next to you, his shoulder bumping against yours and causing the pen in your hand to move suddenly, leaving a stray mark behind on your paper.

"Gojo!" you snap, turning to give him a glare. Gojo's face holds a lazy smirk, a pink tint present in his cheeks when he realizes just how close you are. Geto is unable to holds back a soft laugh, watching his usually quiet classmate lose their cool with his best friend.

"How about I buy you a cookie as an apology?" Gojo asks, ignoring Geto's soft laugh.

"Don't bother," you mutter, searching for your roll of Wite-Out. You freeze when Geto's hand comes into your field of vision, his own correction fluid sitting in his palm. You take it from him with a grateful smile, only to have it fall when Gojo leans in, picks up your pen, and scribbles something in the corner of your paper.

'i'm sorry'

You scowl before swiping the Wite-Out over his message, earning an offended gasp from Gojo. He wastes no time before pushes you back, scribbling something else and laughing when you try to snatch your paper away. You succeed after a few tries, smacking his head as you settle down before proceeding to erase all traces of Gojo from your homework.

"Stop being so annoying!" you say, grabbing his face when he tries to lean in and pushing him away.

"I'm not annoying! I'm cute!" Gojo replies, your pen still in his grasp.

"You're a fucking nightmare is what you are," you snap, lunging across his lap for your pen. Gojo pulls it even farther away from you, sticking his tongue out at you when you fail to grab it. You straighten up, placing a knee on your seat to gain some leverage as you throw yourself forward. A yelp leaves Gojo's lips at your action, neither one of you noticing how close you were until the two of you knock heads. Cries of pain leave the both of you, your pen clattering to the floor and rolling around for a bit before being picked up by Geto.

"Are you okay?" he asks, looking at you with an amused expression. You smile sheepishly in response, rubbing at your forehead before nodding.

"Hey! What about me?" Gojo whines, glaring at Geto as he places your pen on your notebook.

"Don't be a baby. We both know that you and thick head of yours are fine," Geto chides, pausing slightly before holding up his phone. The devious smirk on his face makes your stomach drop, and you find yourself dreading whatever he's about to say. "Shoko's going to enjoy this video."

You and Gojo groan in unison, causing Geto to snicker before he gets up to order something. You turn to face Gojo, reaching up to yank his hair harshly before speaking.

"You're insufferable. Stop embarrassing me."

"Ow!" Gojo hisses, rubbing his head for a few seconds before winking at you. "Kinky."

The smack you proceed to give Gojo is heard by Geto from his place in line.

Gojo's plan was admittedly not the worst.

As the weeks drag on, you find yourself forming an easy friendship with Geto, occasionally heading over to his shared apartment with Gojo to study. Gojo does his best to miss those study sessions, always giving some lame excuse in order to leave the two of you alone.

It's a little weird, you admit to yourself, not having Gojo around to disrupt your focus. A selfish part of you reminds you that Gojo's absence means that Geto only speaks to you, and you feel a sense of satisfaction when you realize that the quieter boy always seems to be interested in what you have to say, even going as far as making sure his phone is tucked away when you speak. Your conversations with him are always light and fun, and you even earn a few smiles from him when you find yourself ranting about Gojo.

The white-haired menace had quickly become a larger part of your life than you cared to admit, his awful jokes and teasing nudges eventually growing on you. You often found yourself waking up at 2 a.m. to use the restroom, only to be greeted with whatever random meme Gojo had found on the internet late at night.

"And then, he asked if he could call me because he needed help with chem!" you rant, scribbling something down on your paper as Geto snickers. "He kept me up until 4 a.m., Geto. Four in the morning."

You pause to yawn, taking a sip of water afterwards in an attempt to wake yourself up. Geto shakes his head softly, a small smile on his face as he listens to you. He chooses to keep quiet about the fact that Gojo is the top student in his chemistry class.

"You can nap if you want," Geto says, tilting his head towards his bed. You shake your head, opening your mouth to speak only to be cut off by another yawn.

"Just go sleep," he says softly, using one hand to push you away from the table. "I'll continue the assignment."

You pout at his words, ready to argue with him but pausing when he gives you a stern look. You give him a sheepish smile, grabbing your water bottle before giving in and flopping onto his bed. You waste no time in wrapping his blankets around you, sighing softly as you curl up in the middle of the mattress.

"G'night, Geto," you murmur, missing his response as you knock out. Not even five minutes pass before your phone begins to vibrate consistently, causing Geto to scowl at the sudden movement. He looks over at you, still curled up under his sheets, before reaching for your phone with the intention of putting it on silent.

gojo: [8 new messages]

He pauses when he sees your notifications, smirking lightly before reaching for his own phone. He shakes his head slightly as he types out a message, hitting 'send' before setting his phone down.

sugu: leave 'em alone

Gojo's reply is instant, and Geto's phone dings loudly with a notification before he lunges forward to grab his phone and silence it. A quick glance at you is all it takes to confirm you're still deep asleep, and he turns his focus to his conversation.

satoru ♡: why? ;)

Geto rolls his eyes, fingers quickly gliding across his screen as he types out his response.

sugu: they're asleep. i heard you kept 'em up late last night.

Geto watches as Gojo's typing bubble appears and disappears a few times, and he decides to put his phone down when Gojo ultimately doesn't send a reply. He gets back to his assignment, picking up his pen and going over a few problems before he hears a soft knock at his door. Geto grumbles to himself as he wanders over to his door, opening it quietly only to be met with bright, blue eyes.

"When did you get home?" Geto whispers, taking in Gojo's sweatpants and slippers. He raises an eyebrow at his appearance eyes narrowing as he studies him. "You're already in your loungewear. I didn't even hear you come in."

Gojo ignores Geto's words, his eyes drifting over to the lump on Geto's bed. His eyes soften almost imperceptibly, and doesn't look at Geto even when he speaks.

"Come study with me in the living room. Let's let them sleep."

Geto snorts softly at his words but doesn't argue, walking back into his room to gather all his supplies before walking past Gojo. He watches as Gojo softly closes the door, making sure to turn off all the lights before following after Geto. His eyes widen when he sees Geto giving him a knowing look, and he raises an eyebrow in a silent question when he shakes his head.

"You're hopeless, Satoru."

Ever since the afternoon when you had fallen asleep in his bed, Geto started to notice the way Gojo's eyes always seem to linger on you.

It's not until the three of you at at the usual cafe that Geto realizes that maybe (just maybe) Gojo has developed feelings for you. He can't help but smirk as he watches Gojo stare at you, tossing rolled up pieces of his torn-up napkin at you and smiling whenever you swat at him.

When he realizes that you don't plan on turning your attention towards him, Gojo proceeds to pick up his pen and poke your cheek with it repeatedly. You mumble something under your breath, glancing at Geto for help and frowning when he simply shakes his head.

Gojo snickers as he leans in closer, the tip of his pen gliding across your cheek and leaving a mark as you finally whip your head around to face him, a sharp glare on your face when you look at him.

"Gojo!" you hiss, making Geto remember the first time the three of you had ever studied at the cafe. It had been a very similar situation, leading to the two of you knocking heads. Geto raises an eyebrow when he notices just how close you are to Gojo, your nose almost brushing his as you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

"Gojo," you repeat, now a lot calmer than you had previously been. "I would appreciate it if you learned what personal space is and respected mine."

"Uh, you have a little something," Gojo says, reaching over for a napkin and dipping it in a bit of water. He raises his free hand, cupping your cheek and gently turning it to the side so he can wipe at the pen mark on your cheek. "Right here."

Geto holds his breath as he watches the scene playing out in front of him, eyes widening slightly when he sees the way Gojo interacts with you. He has never seen him be so gentle with anyone, and he smirks to himself when he realizes that his speculation about Gojo's feelings for you is most likely true.

"That mark is your fault," you huff lightly, crossing your arms as you attempt to avoid Gojo's gaze. He's ridiculously close, and you pull away quickly when you notice how intently Geto is observing the two of you. Gojo freezes for a few seconds, his fingertips grazing the curve of your cheek as you turn away. He clears his throat loudly, placing the napkin down before standing up.

"I'm gonna, uh, go get a drink," he says, fidgeting slightly before continuing. "Do either of you want anything?"

Geto shakes his head at the same times you respond with your favorite drink, causing Gojo to nod determinedly before making his way over to the counter. You stare after him, shaking your head briefly before turning your attention back to your work and pretending not to notice Geto's gaze on you. The sound of your pen scratching on your paper fills the silence between the two of you, but you find yourself halting your actions when you notice Geto's eyes still focused on you. You glance up at him, raising an eyebrow in a silent question.

"So, you and Satoru, huh?" Geto asks, mentally laughing when he sees the way your eyes widen. You place your pen down on the table, shaking your head vehemently as you glance at the boy in question.

"Me and him? Ew! No, I like you!" you blurt, slapping a hand over your mouth as you realize what you've just said. The embarrassment you expect never hits you, your face twisting into a scowl instead when Geto laughs loudly.

"No, you don't," Geto replies, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He watches your face twist up in annoyance, your eyes narrowing as you stare him down.

"You can't just decide who I do and don't like," you say, rolling your eyes before looking back down at your work. "I like you, Geto. You're sweet and charming and you're a good guy. I like you, okay?"

"Do you really?"

You look up when Geto slides into the seat next to you, meeting his eyes and blinking slowly when he leans in slightly. His elbow rests on the table, cheek in palm as he stares at you. You meet his gaze easily, eyebrows knitting together when he leans in close, his breath fanning across your lips.

"Yes," you state confidently, your eyes dropping to his lips briefly before meeting his gaze once more. He moves his head forwards slowly, his lips brushing against yours briefly before you jerk back.

"Sorry," you whisper, your hand covering your mouth as you try to process what just happened. "I don't know what—"

"Yes, you do," Geto interrupts, his lips turned up slightly. "Do you really still think you like me?"

"Am I interrupting something?" Gojo asks, face set in a deep frown as he looks at the close proximity between you and Geto. The two of you shake your heads, and Geto slides back into his original seat as Gojo places your drink down in front of you with a loud thud.

"Sure didn't seem like nothing," Gojo grumbles, taking his seat once more and immediately getting back to work. He pauses when he notices your frozen state, softly nudging your shoulder with his to catch your attention. You turn towards him, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away and nodding your head to let him know you're fine.

On the inside, you're shaking, silently berating yourself for pulling away from Geto. But you're not naive; you know that somewhere down along the line, meeting Geto's eyes had become easy, and being around him didn't fill your stomach with butterflies the way it used to. Instead, you simply felt the comfort and happiness that came with spending time with a friend, someone who you trusted wholeheartedly.

Taking a sip of your drink, you close your eyes, head spinning with thoughts of Geto's words as you finally accepted what you had been trying so hard to deny.

You could no longer look Gojo Satoru in the eye.

"Fuck you," you mutter the next morning, being met with a smirk from Geto as soon as the two of you walk across campus.

"What's wrong?" he asks, tone slightly mocking as he slings an arm across your shoulders.

"You know exactly what's wrong," you reply, huffing when you feel him rub your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.

"Morning," Shoko greets, nodding at the two of you when you come to a stop in front of her and Gojo. You reply quietly, glancing at Gojo to see him already staring at Geto's arm. You attempt to shrug it off casually, ignoring the snicker that leaves Geto's lips at your action.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" Gojo asks, coming to your side and leaning against the wall. You nod silently, suddenly hyperaware of the way his smile seems to be just the slightest bit lopsided. You find yourself wondering how he manages to look good even though you know he stays up late more often than not. "I missed you last night. The video call just wasn't the same after you fell asleep."

"He kept you on the line and yelled at me when I dropped my water bottle," Geto says dully, earning a glare from Gojo.

"It was loud!"

"It fell on the rug! There was barely any sound!" Geto retorts, smirking when he sees Gojo's cheeks darken.

You chuckle nervously, glancing at the time before grabbing Geto's hand and dragging him away. "Well, it's time for class. See you both later!"

Shoko and Gojo watch as you drag Geto down the hall, Gojo's gaze focused on your linked hands. Shoko follows his line of view, snorting as she raises an eyebrow.

"Looks like they finally confessed, huh?" Shoko asks, causing Gojo to turn and give her a bewildered expression. "Oh come on, we all knew they liked each other."

Shoko's sly tone sets off warning bells in Gojo's head, but he can't help the mildly panicked look that spreads across his face at her words.

"Wait," he says, his breath catching in his throat as he pauses. "Geto actually likes them back? I thought he was just friendly with them."

"Why are you so surprised?" Shoko asks, keeping a straight face as she speaks. "Isn't this what you wanted? To help them get together?"

"I—," Gojo pauses, blinking a few times before composing himself. "You're right."

Shoko snorts at Gojo's response, shaking her head when she noticed the conflicted look in his eyes. "You like them."

"No, I don't," Gojo scoffs, avoiding Shoko's gaze as he looks around. A cry of surprise leaves his lips when he feels Shoko's hand grasp his jaw, twisting his face to look in your direction. His eyes soften when they land on you, the corners of his lips twitching as he watches you pout at Geto.

A frown appears on his face as he pulls himself away from Shoko, grabbing his backpack before quickly walking away. She trails after him, lips pulled up in a smirk as she watches him.

"I like them," Gojo eventually mutters, watching Shoko's smirk grow.

"I know," she quips, earning a dirty look from him. "You should tell them. They still haven't confessed to Geto and I've never seen you act this way over anyone."

Gojo stops walking at Shoko's words, giving her a distraught look as he processes her words. "You lied to me?"

"Yeah."

Neither you nor Gojo notice the satisfied nods that Shoko and Geto exchange during lunch.

It's abnormally silent, with Gojo shoveling his food into his mouth while you just push yours around. Geto looks at the two of you before glancing at Shoko, wondering if they should be the ones to break the silence.

Geto opens his mouth to speak, finally having had enough of the silence, only to stop when Shoko places a hand on his arm. She tilts her head towards Gojo, noticing the way he keeps glancing at you and your food. There's a soft smile on his lips, one that Geto had seen Gojo give you one too many times while the three of you had studied together.

"So," Gojo starts, stretching the words out as he leans in close to you. "Are you gonna finish that?"

An annoyed expression flits across your face, and Geto and Shoko lean back in their seats as they watch the two of you.

"Hello? Anybody in there?" Gojo asks, scooting closer to you when you ignore him. He wraps an arm around the back of your seat, a big, teasing grin on his face as he looks at you over his sunglasses.

You remain in place, doing your best to ignore both the close proximity between the two of you and the slight racing of your heart. You can feel Gojo looming over you, and you're all too aware of the cocky smile on his face as he watches you.

"Are you ignoring me right now?" he asks, humming lightly when he doesn't receive an answer. Shoko and Geto watch as he grabs his chopsticks, inching them closer and closer to your food. He stops when your hand clamps down on his, tightly grabbing it and pushing it away from your plate.

"Stop," you scold, rolling your eyes when he makes another attempt. "You finished your meal, leave mine alone."

"But I'm still hungry!" he whines, successfully managing to steal a bite. "Besides, it's not like you're eating it."

"Shove it, Gojo!" you snap, pulling your food away and turning to face him. You feel your cheeks flood with heat when you meet his eyes, and you watch as his smirk slowly drops into a soft smile.

"Not ignoring me anymore?" he asks, snickering when you roll your eyes.

"No, but I can start again," you scoff, smacking his chopsticks our of his hand as he goes in for more food. He whines softly, pouting as he holds up his reddening hand.

"You're so mean!" he complains, shoving his hand in your face. "I know what you can do to fix this. Kiss it better!"

"Kiss it yourself," you retort, pushing his hand down onto the table. "I don't want to be anywhere near your disgusting hand."

"My hand is not disgusting!" he exclaims. "It's super clean. I wash my hands."

"I'm sure you do."

"I do! Just ask Geto!"

"I sincerely doubt it," you retort, absentmindedly swiping at his hand. Your action causes his hand to slide across the table, and Gojo's body lurches forward at the loss of balance. The two of you freeze when his lips brush against yours, eyes wide as your breaths mingle.

"The two of you make me sick," Shoko comments, although her words are lighthearted. "I'm gonna go smoke, I don't know how much more of Gojo's lovesick smiles I can handle."

The two of you separate when you hear Geto snort, exchanging soft apologies as you look anywhere but each other.

"So I'm guessing that Gojo wasn't exactly hungry for food," Geto teases, his tone dry as the two of you look at him. You flip him off, earning a chuckle from Shoko as she walks off.

"You can say that again," Gojo jests, laughing when you smack his chest. He grabs your hand swiftly, pushing it away and stopping your attack. "Why are you hitting me? That was funny!"

Geto takes in your embarrassed expression, fighting back a smile before he stands up as well. "I'll leave you two alone."

You watch as Geto walks away, following after Shoko and leaving you and Gojo in silence.

"So," Gojo starts, his voice uncharacteristically serious. "You didn't pull away."

"No, I didn't," you reply quietly, still not looking at Gojo.

"You're trembling," Gojo says, your hand shaking slightly in his hold. "Why?"

You stay silent, only tightening your hold on his hand as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

"You like me," Gojo states softly, finally drawing your attention to him. A smile tugs at his lips when you meet his eyes, and he pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head when you nod. "What happened to liking Geto?"

You shrug lazily, making a noncommittal noise at you let him pull you towards him. He leans down to press a kiss against your temple, making you look up at him with mild surprise on your face.

"Can we try that again?"

Gojo leans in when you nod, and you feel your heart stutter in your chest as he presses his lip to yours. You squeeze your eyes shut, shyly moving your lips against Gojo's in response. He slips his hand out of yours in order to wrap it around your back, pulling you closer to him as his other hand pulls you half into his lap . Your hands press against his chest, balling up the fabric of his shirt in your fists as you try to process the fact that you're currently kissing Gojo Satoru.

The smell of his cologne makes your head spin, and you can't help the way your press yourself closer to him as he tilts your head up to deepen the kiss.

"So... am I a good kisser?" Gojo asks when the two of you pull away, leaning his forehead against yours as he observes you.

"Gojo," you sigh, shifting out of his lap but remaining in his arms.

"I think I am," he continues, eyes shining as he looks at you. "Especially with the way you were kissing back and—"

"Gojo!"

"—and the way you pressed yourself closer to me, and—"

"Satoru!" you finally yell, getting his attention. He stops talking, blinking at the sound of his first name before answering.

"Yeah?"

"What are we?" you ask, pausing slightly before shaking your head. "What was that? Why did you do that?"

Gojo scoffs, moving his hands to cup your face. "Isn't it obvious? I kind of like you."

"Only kind of?" you ask, your stomach twisting as you tease him.

"Ok, fine," Gojo concedes, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. "I really like you."

A pause ensues between the two of you, and you raise an eyebrow when you notice Gojo pouting.

"What?" you ask, unable to look away from him due to his hands still cupping your face.

"You're supposed to say it back," he says, a low whine leaving his lips when you remain silent. You snicker softly, reaching up to grab his hands and holding them in your own.

"Gojo Satoru," you begin, sending him a soft smile that has his heart melting. "You're a fucking nightmare—"

"Hey!"

"And you're pretty annoying, and rude, and petty, and—"

"Ok! I get it!"

"But!" you say, giving him a look that screamed 'shut up!'. "I kind of really like you too."

Gojo grins before leaning in to peck your lips, chuckling when he hears you squeak in surprise.

"So," he says, an alarmingly devious smile on his face. "Does this mean that now i'm the only one that makes your heart race and palms sweat?"

You glare at him as he giggles, getting up and grabbing your stuff before walking away.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"To find Geto," you reply dryly, smirking when you hear Gojo scrambling after you.

"You don't mean that, right? Babe?"

A laugh leaves your lips as Gojo catches up to you, gently taking your backpack from you and swinging it over his shoulder. He reaches for your hand and pulls you close to him, his offended expression softening when he sees you laughing.

Sure, Gojo Satoru was a fucking nightmare, but you couldn't deny that he really did make your heart race. And you were lucky enough to have him in your life.

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Chapter 2

|Chapter 1|

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Warnings: Brief mention of su*cide

Summary: Severus deals with the aftermath of you forgetting him and losing the only person he ever cared about.

Liar.

The word had fallen from your lips multiple times in the past hour. Thousands of thoughts and feelings were swirling around your mind adding to the already terrible migraine you were experiencing. You denied every potion that was brought to you. Convinced it had to of been spiked with something. Many people had stopped past the hospital wing that night to see you. None of which you knew…or rather remembered. It felt like some elaborate prank, or a horrible nightmare which you had yet to wake up from.

Poppy Pomfrey was watching you around the clock. Shooing out visitors when they got too emotional or irrationally angry. One of the men who came to see you became so caught up in his disbelief of your condition he pulled out his wand and aimed it at you. Determined to cast some type of memory charm, but before he could even utter a word he was stunned by the dark-haired man.

Severus… your supposed husband.

He occupied the hospital bed next to yours all night and stared at you intently. Even after you expressed your discomfort he didn’t leave you alone. Every few minutes or so he would utter something to himself under his breath and then hastily scratch words down onto some parchment. It was incredibly annoying. You caught wind of the mumblings here and there. They mostly seemed to be dates. A whispered “August.” or “January.” followed by writing before he stopped to resume his unassigned job as your guard dog. By the time morning came, you wanted to stab him with that quill.

Poppy was the one to finally interrupt your violent thoughts. “I’ve called for a mind healer for you dear, but unfortunately they’re insisting you spend your recovery at St. Mungo’s. I tried-”

“That’s not necessary.” Severus interjected. “She’ll be perfectly fine at our home.” He was up on his feet and gathering up his rolls of parchment. Apparently determined to leave this instant.

“Severus, I’m afraid this situation is out of our control.” She scolded in a low voice.

“Nonsense! I know what’s best for her. I’m her husband Poppy-”

“STOP SAYING THAT.” Silence fell upon the room. Both Severus and Poppy were stunned by your sudden outburst. “You’re…” you paused and swallowed thickly before allowing yourself to look up into the pitch-black eyes that were focused on you. “You’re not my husband. I-I don’t know you. No matter how many times everyone claims it to be true, it isn’t true to me.” Your voice wavered as you spoke, but you continued. Now staring at Poppy, “I’d like to go to St. Mungo’s please.”

Severus was escorted out of the room shortly afterwards, much to his dismay. He ended up storming down to the dungeons, which were mostly still intact despite the war, and into his office. He slammed the door upon entering. Glass jars and bottles tumbled to the floor as a result. He couldn’t hear the glass shattering though. All he heard was your words echoing in his mind over and over.

‘You’re not my husband.’

Severus had never been good at dealing with his emotions, but he had never lost control like this before. It felt as if the world was crumbling around him. All he could see was that disgusted look on your face every time you peered over at him from your hospital bed. All he could feel was hurt.

He fought in this war so he could finally have a future. When he was first made aware that Voldemort returned he considered suicide. He didn’t want to fight in another war. He didn’t want to be surrounded by death and destruction. There was nothing worth fighting for anymore, but then you started working at Hogwarts. You became his reason to fight.

With the war over, he planned on running off with you somewhere to some remote cottage far away from everyone. Settling down and finally creating the life you both had planned. Perhaps even starting a family. It felt like all of that had been lost now.

Severus ended up leaning against a bookshelf. His thumb and pointer finger massaging his temples as he tried to tame his headache. The only sound within the room was his heavy breathing and the occasional crunch of glass when he shuffled his feet.

He felt hollow. Like he was stuck in a cycle of grief and pain. His own thoughts holding him hostage. He didn’t focus on the situation at hand since it only made him angry. He couldn’t focus on old memories of you as they only filled him with sorrow.

Would he ever get to be with you like that again? Would he ever get to tuck a strand of your fallen hair behind your ear? Would he ever get to come up from behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, pressing kisses along your neck until you finally spun around and kissed him back.

Severus let out a shaky breath as his fingers brushed over his lips. He could almost feel your lips against his. It had been less than 24 hours since he last claimed your mouth, but it felt like years.

The sound of his door creaking open paired with the crunching of glass beneath shoes pulled him from his thoughts.

“Severus…” Minerva spoke in a wary tone. When she didn’t receive a response, or even acknowledgment of her presence, she approached the hunched over man nervously. “Severus, Y/N is being transported to St. Mungo’s. Would you like to go with her?”

His grip on the bookshelf tightened. “Severus?” Minerva reached out to gently place her hand on his outstretched arm, but he quickly jerked himself away from her touch.

“Don’t.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

“Severus you should go be with your wife. She isn’t well and pouting down here in the dungeon isn’t going to do squat.”

“She hates me Minerva. There’s no point.” His arm went limp and dropped back to his side. Was this acceptance?

A swift swat to his shoulder made him finally turn to look at Minerva while he rubbed over the area where she struck him. She held up a thick leather-bound book. “Don’t make me use this again Severus.” She waved the book in his face. “I will not allow you to sit around in this filthy room and wallow in self-pity. She doesn’t hate you. She just doesn’t remember you, and when she does the first thing she should know is you were by her side the whole time. Not abandoning her when she needed you most.” She shoved the book into Severus’ chest, causing him to stumble a bit, and turned on her heel to exit the room.

She paused in the doorway and met him dead in the eyes before saying, “You’re not a coward Severus. So, stop acting like one.”

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THE WOES OF A JEALOUS FISH. octatrio

Characters: GN! Reader | Azul Ashengrotto x Reader, Jade Leech x Reader, Floyd Leech x Reader

Tags: Octatrio and jealousy, Pure fluff w/ very petty boys, Reader wears makeup in Azul's part, Jade blows a hairdryer in Floyd's face, Malewife Floyd

WordCount: 1.5k+ | 💌Masterlist

A.A | AZUL ASHENGROTTO :

Azul blinks once, twice as he stares at the merman who was animatedly conversing with you. Rielle, Azul's old schoolmate, a prince of Atlantica, and the owner of this wretched cafe called 'The Secret Grotto'. The same cafe you've been ogling at for the last 20 minutes or so.

"Isn't this place amazing, Azul?! They even have a souvenir shop!" Now, Azul would normally find your eagerness adorable since seeing you happy was oh-so precious and priceless to him. However, this time, your enthusiasm made his heart sink while his mood deteriorated. On the surface, however, he keeps his calm and maintains his professional businessman persona, or at least he tries to.

"Monstro Lounge is far more superior. I mean...th-their cutlery doesn't even match their tablecloths here." Azul blurted out, crossing his arms over his chest and scrutinising the area intently.

"Well, we wanted to add a little bit of uniqueness! My cafe is all about personal touches, we focus more on making things look cozy!" Rielle chimes in, all bright and charming, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Azul narrowed his eyes, his hands itching to sever the prince's arm for touching you. Oblivious to Azul's ire, you stared at the cafe in awe, pointing out the small touches thrown about here and there.

Azul frowns, sulking and wanting to leave. He wanted to leave the moment he stepped into this place but he didn't have the heart to tear you away from the cozy small cafe. Especially since you were looking forward to this date for weeks, you even got Vil to doll you up and do your makeup today.

Deep down inside he felt a tinge of insecurity because he knew you were right. The cafe really was amazing. The grove was lit up with warm lighting, and everywhere you looked was all soft and homely. Unlike Azul's cafe, this place was much less formal making it seem more down to earth.

Perhaps he should make a few tweaks to Monstro Lounge? Just to fit your tastes?

"Angelfish, I'd hate to break it to you but it's getting rather late. I'm sure Jade and Floyd are already waiting for us back at the dorms." Azul cuts in nonchalantly, a cool smile on his face. You turned to gaze out the window, seeing the sunset and the sky darkening. You nod and swiftly seize Azul's gloved hand in your own, bidding Rielle goodbye.

"Ah, I see it really is getting quite late! Feel free to visit soon!" Rielle bids you goodbye with those words, as you and Azul walk out of the quaint little cafe.

Once outside, Azul reflexively rests his hand on the small of your back, and you lean in, your head resting on his chest. It was silent for a while, both of you just enjoying the comfortable silence before Azul pulled you into an alley.

"Azul? Is something wrong-" He abruptly interrupted you and smashed his lips against yours. Azul backed you up against the wall, his hands finding purchase around your waist as you snake your arms around his neck. Minutes pass before he finally draws back and presses his forehead to yours, a heavy flush on his cheeks. You took this time to admire his dishevelled appearance, which was quite a rare sight. His glasses were crooked, the lipstick Vil picked out for you was smeared across his lips, and his vision was dazed.

"Angelfish...wouldn't you rather spend time with me instead...?"

J.L | JADE LEECH :

He's in absolute denial.

Jealousy. What use would such petty and trivial emotion as jealousy serve? Jade already knew you were bound to him. Despite his distant and cold demeanour, you somehow pushed your way into his heart and fashioned yourself a nice little home.

Furthermore, Jade liked to consider himself as someone who was rational and level-headed. He was always in full command of every situation he was put in. The eel was cruel, merciless, and uncompromising. Him getting jealous? Jade Leech, jealous? It was a laughable thought.

Nonetheless, as he stood behind the lounge's bar, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart while he glared holes into the back of Floyd's head. His gloved hands were grasping onto a teacup a little too tightly. He was supposed to serve you tea.

Tea, that he brewed and prepared personally for you, ensuring that each step was meticulous and precise so that the drink was properly suited to your preferences. You, his precious pearl, who was too preoccupied running your fingers through his brother's hair.

The lounge's air conditioning had broken down, and at some point, Floyd apparently decided that it was far too hot and dumped an entire cold smoothie over his head. Now, you were fussing over the eel's damp hair, trying to get the liquid and chunks of fruit out of his locs.

Crack! Jade looked down to see the cup split in half, the warm tea he prepared for you now spilling onto the floor. Azul would've probably had his hind if he found out the eel broke such an expensive and delicate piece of china. Despite that, he had a much pressing issue to focus on. Jade's inexhaustible patience had finally run out, and he concluded that enough was enough.

He quickly poured you a new cup and walked up to the booth you were sitting in. He held a hair dryer in his left hand and the tea he had carefully made for you in his right. Finally, you had stopped fretting over Floyd and instead focused your attention on him. When you spotted him approaching, your face lit up. A smile grazed his lips for a brief moment. How lovely you were.

"Darling, why don't you take a break. Here, it's your favorite. Let me handle this." Jade murmured, running a gloved hand along your cheek. You leaned towards his touch, smiling, and took the cup from him. "Thank you, Jade. I managed to get most of the fruits out but his hair is still so wet."

"Not to worry my pearl, this isn't the first time this happened." With a chuckle, Jade plugged in the hair dryer and grabbed Floyd's chin, forcing his brother to face him.

"Now...allow let me help you, brother dearest." Jade muttered, the corner of his eyes crinkling as a sharp grin spread across his face. He set the dryer to the highest setting and directed it straight at Floyd's face. When the heavy gust of wind hit Floyd, the eel clamped his eyes tight. He whined and attempted to push Jade away, but the latter just refused to let go.

Yes, Jade is most definitely not a jealous man.

F.L | FLOYD LEECH :

That should have been him. The eel glared at Grim who was seated in your lap. Your lap that he loved so much. Your lap that he used as a pillow every time he was slacking off at Monstro Lounge. Your lap that was supposed to be for him, not that skrunkly little cat.

To make matters worse, you were currently feeding Grim some tuna you cooked up yourself. Oh, the nightmare.

The reason? Grim had recently scored a perfect score on his exam without cheating this time! and you wanted to reward your companion for his efforts. Still, Floyd couldn't understand why you had to feed him. Isn't the baby seal big enough to feed himself? He was pretty sure he saw Grim inhale an entire tray full of food in seconds!

Growling, Floyd stomped towards your table and plopped down beside you. He huffed and started side-eyeing the cat who was dozing off and slowly chewing the tuna in his mouth. To Floyd's despair, you were much too preoccupied with fawning and cooing at the tiny brat to notice your moody lover. This was absolutely unacceptable. He demanded your attention.

"Shrimppyyy..." Floyd whined, smushing his cheek against yours, basically asking for attention. Taken aback, you jumped and whipped your head around to face him, finally acknowledging his presence.

"Floyd! How are you? How'd that test with Crewel go?" You smiled at him and moved in to peck both of his cheeks. This made him brighten up for a bit before Grim interrupted the moment.

"Oi, henchhuman, I'm out of tuna here." Grim drawled, patting his paws along your arms. Sighing, you picked up your utensil and turned away from Floyd. However, before you could bring the spoon anywhere near the container with Grim's food, Floyd's hand snatched the utensil away from you.

"Floyd, what are you-" You were cut off when he pushed a bento box towards you.

"Shrimpyy~ You gotta eat! I cooked that myself y'know." He beamed at you, draping his long arms over your shoulders. You opened the lid and gasped at contents of the meal inside. Floyd had made a Butter Salmon Bento, and you'd be damned if you didn't think it looked good. "Floyd, this is incredible...thank you very much!"

"Of course~ Here, I'll handle the baby seal for you." Before you could even say anything, he snatched Grim from your lap and tossed the cat onto the table in front of him.

"I'll even feed him for you!" Floyd laughed and took some tuna, pressing it forcefully on Grim's mouth. Grim, understandably, was reluctant to open his mouth. Floyd, on the other hand, was not about to give up so easily.

The eel hummed and leaned forward, gritting his sharp teeth as a deranged smile grew across his face.

"What's wrong baby seal? Eat it." Floyd hissed, malice oozing from his lips. Grim flinched and decided to just bolt, taking the tuna with him. "Like hell I'm doing that!"

Grim scutters away as you watch with a sheepish smile on your face. Floyd laughed contentedly and sprawled across your lap, staring up at you in adoration, his mission finally accomplished.

"Hehe~ Will you feed me next, shrimppy~?"

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