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I'M NOT REQUESTING BUT I GENUINELY WANT TO KNOW IF YOUR ALIVE😭😭 LMFAO

HIII I WAS CHECKING BACK UP IN THIS ACC AFTER A YEAR I’M ALIVE!

ive been busy w life and writing has just been pushed aside.

not sure if i’ll ever b back but im looking into different manga and anime now. if i do come back i probably wont write solely jjk… hopefully i have enough time

#jess rambles. <3 #yes i am alive #ive just been busy #maybe lost passion

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Breaking The Cycle, Part One

❝ 𝙒𝙃𝙔 𝘼𝙈 𝙄 𝘼𝙇𝙇  𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙒? ❞

pairing : gojo satoru x artist! gender neutral reader warnings : cursing and errors littered about, also this is my first time back in a little while sooo... writing might not be the best, haha. just trying to get back into the swing of things! wordcount : 1.1k a/n : hey guys, first time back in a while :) trying to get back into the flow of things. nice to see you all again.

   HIS EYES ARE CRYSTALS, polished to the finest quality by what would have to be the most celebrated of jewelers. They gleam back at you, even as you’re dabbing and brushing and what not on the blank canvas that hadn’t seen its counterpart in a blur of a few months. they’re an azure blue, a cloudless sky on a sunny day. 

   His hair is the warning before a storm, a forewarning of the rain pounding against the pavement, the familiar absence of humans, the lack of care for anyone’s needs besides it’s own. yet, you found yourself drawn to him. 

    He had been the subject of your sketches and the paintings for only a week now, but your lifeless sketchbook had suddenly been filled to the brim as soon as he had caught your eye. It’s harrowing, watching yourself become drawn to him, drawing the distance from the routine you had grown so accustomed to for a stranger, which you lacked a name for. 

    And as you’re daubing at the canvas, you’re admiring him even without a picture. 

    He’s prideful and cocky, you could tell by the lack of patience. he’s antsy when he waits in the lines of the sweet shops of the plaza you so often visited, you would sit at the edge of a fountain, shamelessly staring at him, a pencil in your hand, your pencil pouch on the other. 

    Unknowingly, you would start sketching, a messy circle for the base of the head, intricate lines morphing into a nose, ears, then neck— that was just covering the basics. That messy milky white hair that glowed in the sea of browns and blacks and occasional blondes would be the next in your practice, tuft, and another tuft, and another. his lips, curved into a crooked smirk, his eyes next- the only reason you kept an azure blue colored pencil. Then, the details, a few more messy strokes, sculpting a man which was, in your eyes, pure perfection. but even after all that, the cycle would repeat. 

    And when you’re lulled to sleep by the rustling of the curtains and the trees orchestrated only by the gentle breeze of the night, you dream of him. His hand extended towards yours, beckoning for your touch, the inviting grin you were never given, the enthusiasm that you longed for from any living, warm being. You’d reach forward, your heart pounding out of your chest, the rushing of blood towards your cheeks, your lips tingly and your skin hot to the touch, he’d vanish into dust.

   But even after all that, the cycle would repeat.

‧₊˚✩彡. 

    You yawn, your arms extending over your head, reaching towards the ceiling. another yawn tumbles out of your lips, and before you can sneak back into the warmth of your blankets you crawl over to the the bathroom with surprising resilience, even with the echoing of promises and love from those god-forsaken covers, fixing yourself up to get ready for the day. Brush your teeth, do your hair, dress up— who cared about the details if it wasn’t art? The only highlight of your day was him.

    The plaza is close-by enough for you to beat yourself up if you didn’t walk, so you do. You drag yourself, through thick and thin, early to make sure you catch the full glimpse of him. The bakery ran by the little old couple with yummy pastries and sweet treats galore would have your breakfast in the recycled paper lunch bag all ready for you, you just had to drop your money on the top of the glass counter that displayed the freshly baked goods, and some extra change in the tip jar. 

    Opening the bag, you’re immediately hit with the smell of cinnamon and honey. Cutesy flowery packaging paper hugged the waffle, always the same one every time, your thumb would grasp for the corner and peel away the sticky, wet paper from the syrupy buttermilk waffles. It’d take four, maybe six bites to eat the whole thing, but that’s why you always buy two, and a croissant sandwich if you were really hungry. 

   Then, you’d wait for the cycle to repeat.

   When he enters the plaza, your eyes already fall on the modern and aesthetic new French pastry shop with pastel colors that he’d often stride up to, the shop already had a bustling line and girls with bouncy curls and designer purses in their long hands exiting the building with a box of macarons peeking out, overpriced phone in the other hand. Their eyes devoured him, doe-eyed and licking their lips. 

   This time, he walked towards the shop you had just gotten your breakfast from. He looks a bit unnatural, ordering from a mom and pop shop, waiting in the tiny line compared to the bunched and crowded one at the other pastry shop. When he finally gets to the front, you notice that his eyes are turned to the menu, he’s unfamiliar with this sort of stuff, you think to yourself.

    Not only are you wrong, it seems like he’s more well versed than you, he speaks to the grandma, a lengthy order, you note. Fuck. you can’t wrap your head around why he decided to switch to a shop you were sure he’d see below him today. the view is welcome, though, as he’s much closer.

   Why are you stalking this rando?

    I can’t help it. You reply back to the loud voice at the deepest caverns at the back of your head. 

   Oh come on. All you do is draw him and imagine him walking up to you. He doesn’t want you. He probably thinks you’re a creep.

    I know, but he’s practically the only reason I even draw anymore. I haven’t found anyone like that since... Your voice is only a mere whisper against the harrowing voice, amplified and prideful, and yours was anything but that.     You’re only deluding yourself further, [Y/N], you never learn-    The voice is paused so suddenly, your eyes flicker open in surprise. Only then are you made aware of how badly you soaked the page you were working so hard on with the tears going down the familiar paths on your cheeks, but there’s an unfamiliar arm extended towards yours, the same way as the arm in your dreams.     “Hey.” The voice is foreign, but it washes over you like the first rainfall after a long lasting draught, one you would never think you’d find yourself out of. Your hair sticks to your forehead, and your eyes are glassy, the man in front of you appearing as a blur. Yet, you know exactly who he is, the white was unmistakable.     “So, sugar cube, care to explain why you’re crying? and while we’re at it...” his eyes fall upon the now splotchy page of your sketchbook. “Why am I all you draw?”     And with those few words, the cycle is broken.     

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Hey. Long time follower here where have you been? Last update you were working on Job Benefits but its' been a while since you've updated. Give us a sign :(

Alright. I'll keep this short. TW: Depression and TW: Body Image With the pandemic, I've been gaining weight. I've been very skinny a lot of my life, and to see myself as someone that had just a little chub absolutely broke me, because I saw myself as fat. I didn't have an ED or anything, but I did starve myself for being "fat". This lead me to being depressed. After getting stretchmarks, I started getting very, VERY depressed. I didn't feel pretty anymore, and I started to look at very beautiful people and want to be them. I developed a sort of hate relationship with myself, and a love relationship with anyone that had a body that I wanted. I stopped focusing on the shit I loved, which caused me to get even more depressed, and at that point my family realized and started to schedule more therapist meetings, and here I am now, recovering. I'm still in the beginning stages, I still look at those stretchmarks and get very, very angry at myself for being "unattractive" these days I don't even want to be in any social media in fear of seeing someone I'm jealous of and getting sad about it. So, what does this mean? I'm still alive, but I'm also getting more and more distant from writing in general. Social media has been a no-go, and my therapist heavily discourages social media. But I figured all I really see is writing on Tumblr, so here we are. Very sorry for the wait, I don't even know when I'll come back, but TLDR : I'm suffering from body images and depression and got help, now need to recover.

#jess rambles <3 #tw: depression #tw: body image #self worth #mental health

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guys im actually working on job benefits i swrear ! i wanted to redo it since i wanted to go in a different direction with the storyline but im working on it hehehe

#jess rambles. <3

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been a whirlwind these past stressful weeks. couldn’t write cuz im graduating soon, life has been hectic haha  sorry for the neglect to this page, i’ll return when everything settles down.

#jess rambles. <3

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I’M FINALLY FUCKING DOEN WITH ALL THE BIG PROJECTS HOLY SHIT I CAN FINALLY WRITE FUCK YOU SCHOOL 

#jess rambles. <3 #IM DONE WITH SCHOOL #i hate school

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I just reread job benefits and realized that if Gojo went to his secretary’s office at the time that Geto usually visits, there’s a good chance Geto heard at least some of their exchange,,, big oof if he heard Gojo ask her out.

:) i will not say anything

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so glad to have you back !!!!!!!! your fics are my favorite. it is very good!

GLOMP GLOMP THNAK U OMGMGMGMMGMG ur so ncie anon :((((((((((

#jess answers. <3

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I appreciate that everyone’s going *grabby hands* for your job benefits series and it’s what it deserves but. I know I’m in for a bad time because your version of Geto is so charming that now I’m rooting for him😭😭

LOL DON’T WORRY ANON i have something planned to make both parties happy! u will get ur happy ending

#jess answers. <3 #dw im starting to like how i write geto too #but jealous gojo is so cute

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tagging whoever the fuck wants to do this also op this is so cute :)

#jess rambles. <3

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this is canon

“I’d like my woman fierce. Thank you.“

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im dying from the lack of job benefits on my dashboard

i genuinely cant believe people like job benefits so much IM WRITING CALM DOWN I’LL BE BACK WITH U GUYS IN LIKE 3 DAYS

#jess answers. <3

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im losing my mind over this. 

#jess rambles. <3 #gojo satoru #im so in love with him #hes so perfect #hes so PRETTY #prettyboy

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lord please forgive me for waht im abt to do

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Intense Healing Session.

the request :

pairing : caring! healer! fem! reader x gojo satoru hehhehe warnings : cursing, implications of seggs after sum intense kissing, pet names wordcount : 2.0k a/n : yoyo i’m back!! semi-long one for u all. cute request, anon. sorry for late delivery. pls dont rate me a 1/5 on yelp </3 hehe the title is kinda funny LOL

     You’re beginning to hate Satoru.        Surprisingly, it’s not for the reasons people dislike him- he’s a bit of a blabbermouth, never quite learned how to seal his lips just because of how important he was to the jujutsu world. Unsurprisingly, he gets away with everything because he’s attractive and crucial to defeating curses, and there’s no shame in admitting it.       People hate Satoru for his destructive personality, he’s carefree and doesn’t let anything get to him. This may be a good trait for the untrained eye, but look carefully and you’ll see just how hectic he gets. It’s manageable since you don’t have to deal with him at the level of the Jujutsu elders.       You don’t particularly hate him for this, though.       It’s the fact he puts you through so much work, for almost no reason. You’re a healer- something very important to the quaint school that you worked at. Healing abilities are often overlooked, it’s often said that if a jujutsu sorcerer can’t provide offense, then they’re not much of a jujutsu sorcerer. Unfortunately, you have little to no talent in the battlefield, so essentially you’re a meat shield to everyone.      It was a growing occurrence to see him after every business trip, slightly roughed up but not enough to kill him. He comes into the room you share alongside Shoko, almost always when she’s not there, takes his shirt off, and displays a wide variety of cuts and bruises on his back like he’s a museum. You’d scold him, asking him how he’d get such abrasions with his infinity up constantly- but Satoru would hum, unanswering while you’re working your hands on his back.      Maybe you’re overreacting- but something tells you he does this on purpose, perhaps to fuck with you, and you’re bitter about it.     So it wasn’t surprising to see him whistle a sweet tune, hands shoved deep into his uniform pockets, casually strolling into the medical attention room for the fifth time this month.    “Gojo Satoru.” you say his full name aloud, just so he knows how much you hate his presence. Turning to look at you, his face displays innocent shock, but you just know that he’s probably rolling around in the inside seeing how riled up you got just by him stepping into the room.     Drained, lifeless eyes stare back at his childish bright ones.     Gojo places a hand on his chest defensively, “Well, I’ll be, Y/N. When did you want to disrespect your senior?” he snickers before shutting the door behind him. “You mad?”      “Unbearably. Lucky I care for you.” you utter back, venom dripping in your words, you feel like you’re making a fool of yourself as you shove your lunch aside that you had been enjoying on the tiny table next to you, sighing and rubbing your temples, tugging and effectively straightening your coat. “Get on the bed, let me work my magic.”     Looking at you with a shit-eating grin, he whistles, placing his elbows against the mattress, his roughened hands caressing his cheeks. “Working your magic? I’m interested. Tell me more, Y/N. Does this involve... Getting naked, perhaps?”     Staggering, you give him a dirty glare, “Satoru! I’ve been working my ass off like every week to get you all healed up, and you dare be perverted in my-”     “No cursing, lil girl! You wouldn’t want this rubbing off on Yuuji-kun and everyone else, would you? You’d be charged with a felony!” leaving you stunned for a second time- the first time being when his lanky figure strode into the room like it was his room- you don’t even know how to respond. How could one possibly be so... Ungrateful for your work?  Well, then again the elders existed... That was besides the point, though. You’re not even sure if Yuuji knows what the word fuck or shit is.     He drags his finger lazily along the cot, drawing various shapes into existence, giving you a skeptical look. “Not gonna answer? Stumped?”     He broke through your train of thought, and you shake your head. “Satoru, I don’t know any sort of fighting jujutsu, but I will fucking pulverize you and make sure you’ll be dust by the time I’m done with y-”     Butting in, he raises his hand as a way to shut you up. “Honeybun, you’re an amazing jujutsu sorcerer, but I hope you realize why they call me the strongest of all time. If you haven’t noticed, it’s because I have a constant shield. The closest you can get to doing that is maybe poking me.”     Giving him a snooty face, you’re frankly about to push him out of the room with sheer willpower and hatred alone. It seems he realizes this, a moment of adoration flickering across his eyes before finally neutralizing. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop playing with you. You’re so cute when I do though, like a little... Rabid raccoon! How can I not resist?”     It’s difficult to tell if that’s a compliment or an insult, with Satoru, it could be several things. But, you’re still slightly flattered, knowing him he’d go out of his way to lengthen his insult if it was one- just another reason why you hated him. Being called a rabid raccoon was definitely not on Satoru’s top 10 utterly offensive insults.       “Shut up, Satoru. Here, take off your shirt, what did you get yourself into this time?”       He obliges with a nasty grin on his handsome features, hastily yanking off his uniform. Underneath was a very meticulously trained body, toned muscles and all. You can’t help but to also catch a glimpse of his collarbones, which were so defined it looked like it could cut your butter for your morning pancakes. You gulp, blinking, you had forgotten just how well-shaped he was in the one week you hadn’t seen him.       “No need to stare, sweetums.” he chirps, realizing your darkening cheeks. “Feed my ego any more and I’ll probably burst and my organs will decorate your walls. You can donate my body to the local college, they’ll be surprised by how top-notch they are.”       Giving him another stern, but much more sheepish gaze, he snaps his mouth shut, but a triumphant smile replaced his grin in place.      “Please, no gruesome detailing. I’d much rather my cute kitten posters.” you motion to a white cat slumbering peacefully in a basket.      “Looks just like you.” he says.      You close your eyes and pretend he’s not there, choosing to ignore yet another one of his compliments, but your heart thumps faster in your heaving chest. Heaven knows how curious your hands could get if you could see where you were touching-      “Those are my abs, Y/N. I think we’re focusing on my back.” he muses aloud in an almost teasing tone. You can already imagine how obnoxious his face is, opening your eyes hesitantly, blinking to adjust to the bright room lights. Your hands are still hovering above his abs, his gaze is upon yours, looking at you with a mix of speculation and speechlessness. Instead of his unusual smug smirk, there’s an almost coy expression on his features, which shocked you.        “How’d your hands get there? Last time I checked, abs are at the front, not the back, hmmm?”        You grit your teeth, your face flush with warmth at your sudden realization. There was no cheeky retort you could’ve possibly come up with, after all, he was right, how did your hands wander to his abs? You weren’t thinking of doing it. You weren’t interested in him either, but he was attractive. Of course you’d be too curious for your own good.. Yes, that was it..       “Your hands are still on an inappropriate place, Y/N. Except, a lil lower than last time.” he chuckles wholesomely as you jerk up, straightening yourself and clearly sweating, your arm wiping your brow and exhaling a drawn-out and awfully dramatic sigh.       “Give me a break, Satoru. I just, um, you know... Zone out.” your pitch was unconvincing, high-pitched and wavering, bringing your chances of believability to a low.      “So, this is like, the 375th time since you’ve zoned out, lil girl.” he tsks, “You’ve gotta sound convincing if you wanna fuckin lie, you know.”      “I--” you falter, now clearly a shade darker than you were just 5 minutes ago. Your heart beating so rapidly it was almost like you were running a marathon. Why was your pulse so quick? Why was everything in the room a blur besides him? Why couldn’t you focus on healing him? What was he doing to you?      “You haven’t even begun the healing process.” he murmurs, his large hands caressing your arm that was by your side. “Anything you want to tell me, pumpkin? I’m on a tight ass schedule, but I’ll let Ijichi solve that. Spit it out.”       His voice rang out high and clear amongst the hectic fight that was going inside your head, steadying your thoughts. A few moments pass by, studying him, lips moving but no words coming out. Why was it so difficult to say through the insults, you cared for him, and wanted him to be more careful? Was it because of the monster inside of you, who wanted him to get hurt, to spend his time with you, listen to his horrible compliments and giggle at the jokes he made as you worked at a snail’s pace on his back, that weren’t even funny, but was funny because of his presence in the dead room, his boyish laugh very much needed in such days of flatness?      “Satoru..” you finally muster out, his eyes flickering on you once more as he was studying the kitten poster with much boredom. “I just.. Care for you.”      “Huh.” is all he says, face falling and examining the spotless floor. “Is that all?”      Acknowledging his body language, you huff, suddenly filled with the need to defend yourself. “What else did you want me to say? I just feel like you’ve gotten yourself hurt a lot more recently and... I just, want you to be more careful. That’s all.”     “No.” he was barely audible, so you had to lean down to hear him. “No, that’s not it at all. You’re hiding something. Do you prefer me to say it?”     Puzzled, you peer at him with childlike curiosity gleaming in your eyes. What did he know about you that you didn’t? Surely, you knew all about yourself?    “You’re not that fucking dumb, are you?”     “Huh?-” you begin to speak, clearly offended, but you’re stopped.     By none other than his lips.      They’re soft, pillow-like even. A familiar warmth floods inside of you at the sudden physical contact from Satoru, except it’s amplified by 10 times. A moan slips out of your mouth, his hand against your back so suddenly you could’ve sworn it wasn’t there just a millisecond ago. His lips were mashing against yours, as if he wanted to have done this a long time ago. You hungrily push back, teasing your mouth with his tongue that slipped just barely into your mouth before indulging in you, which you thought wouldn’t had ever happened prior to this.      You grip the back of his head firmly, as if he were to escape, other hand tangled in his snow white tufts of hair. Eyelashes fluttering, heavy breathes fanning out both of your noses, your lips were sure to be swollen after this. Your tongues dueling each other, working your mouth against his. His unoccupied hands start to play with the hem of your shirt, and another moan slips out of your mouth, anxious to have progressed so far to the removal of clothing, but at this point, you’re ready for anything.    ‧₊˚✩彡.       “I don’t think Gojo-Senpai and Y/N-Senpai are just in an intense healing session.” breathed Yuuji with a terrified look in his eyes, clutching his arm that was bloodied up, his head leaned close to the firmly shut door.        Nobara looked like she was about to faint, looking at the door as if it was a several feet tall monstrosity of a curse.        “What? What are they doing in there?” Megumi knelt down to where Yuuji was, pushing his ear against the door, and immediately his eyes shot open, a traumatized look in his fearful eyes.        “What the fuck.” 

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A A AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGA

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update + what i’m workin on

WHERE HAVE I BEEN?

i’ll be honest, i lost interest in writing. burnt out as one might say.

when i lose interest in something, you can’t push it onto me unless it’s detrimental like my grades. this lead me to two conclusions: 

1) quit writing because i don’t want to keep disappointing you guys

2) quit writing for a small amount of time so that i can make myself miss writing 

yep i picked 2. i’ve already gone out of my writers block (i think) and i think i can actually hold up my promises. i’m really, really sorry for starving you guys of any content, but i’ll be here for as long as possible until i get tired of writing again. 

CONTENT? JOB BENEFITS?

this is what u all have been waiting for job benefits part 5 is almost done, i just need to edit it, i have just begun part 6. right now i want to finish up to part 7 before i get to my inbox. gimme a warm welcome before i publish it >:( anyways, thanks for following me! i have 1.1k followers right now and it’s bewildering that i even have this much, considering that i took like a 1 month break. i’ll be dishin out content very soon!  much love -jess 

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