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ladytheoris · 6 months
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When people say the pain of losing your loved ones are immense, you didn't think he would be the one to give you that pain.
The fact that there is an infinite void inside you is how much you cared for him. The fact that your chest aches with pain and you feel choked thinking about days without him, makes you go wild.
All you want to believe is that he will come back. He had came back before too, he will come back home.
At some part of your mind, you can see him enjoying his well deserved rest with his best friend somewhere happy and safe, but at the same time you want him with you, for being the support system you crave.
The pain of loosing your loved one hurts the most, because love is the twisted curse of all.
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ladytheoris · 10 months
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I don't know if it's just me, but I prefer husband! character to bf! character.
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ladytheoris · 11 months
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20 with nakahara chuuya please?
Prompt: Kiss me, quick
Character: Nakahara Chuuya
Warning: Dazai
Nakahara Chuuya. A man feared by the whole of the Port Mafia.
This is the line he is supposed to stand by, and he does that too; effortlessly. But if there is one kryptonite to his stoic persona it is someone whom everybody once feared. Despite the popular belief that he is like a kitten to his significant other, (which he is) he is a clumsy panda when with Dazai Osamu.
So a combination of YN and Dazai would be as poisonous as the mushroom Dazai craves for. More to say, a drunk YN and a loose Dazai are even more dangerous. Which is what exactly he is dealing with now.
In front of him is his beloved lover, who cannot process the fact that Chuuya is not an angry bird. Dazai was obviously not trying to help, instead, he offered her another drink too. His words were pretty much slurred by now, and Chuuya swears to god Dazai will be dead by early morning tomorrow.
Chomping on a piece of okonomiyaki Dazai pointed his chopstick at Chuuya, "you know, my wish to do a double suicide, not a murder."
"I know that," Chuuya replied. His eyes never left YN who was trying to figure out the point of the conversation.
She blurts out what seemed like some slurs to Dazai and passed out on the table. Her hair covered her face, and she was still trying to talk about something. Chuuya removed his jacket and placed in on her shoulder.
Dazai could see the eyes of concern of Chuuys for the first time ever. Boy did he miss a chance to mock him.
"You have gone soft for her," he tells.
"But it is worth it, with her I feel like I can control that devil inside me", he tells.
Dazai's gaze finds it amusing, how tenderly Chuuya looks at that woman passed out beside him. Her hair is all a mess with bits of spring onions decorating them like Christmas lamps.
And as if a bolt of lightning strikes randomly, the woman bolted up and yelled at Chuuya, "Kiss me, quick".
Out of all the sentences she spoke after the first glass of beer reached her intestine, this was the only one that made any sense.
"Why? What happened?" Chuuya asks.
"I'm gonna kick Dazai off the bridge." She started walking out of the bar, with Dazai hot on her heels profoundly screaming how grateful he is for that offer.
Chuuya runs behind her, holding his firm hands around her waist as she passes out onto him. "Later, we need him now," kissing her forehead.
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ladytheoris · 11 months
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A short interview with YN and Gojo Satoru from "The Devine Interruption"
Q: "Forgive me father, for I have sinned" and "sorry daddy, I've been a bad girl". Are they both same?
YN: No. They're different
Gojo Satoru: Seems the same to me.
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ladytheoris · 11 months
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On a particular 31st of October, you understood the value of Nanami in your life. It was the first day you met him after your prolonged leave after the death of Yu Haibara. You have been classmates, a group of three, since the age of fifteen. But the happiness that you got like a miracle, disappeared like a mirage.
When that special grade curse showed no mercy in annihilating Yu like he's nothing, you were right there, when it happened. It happened right in front of your eyes.
It left in a void, where you neither understood pain or sadness. You felt empty. Afterall he was the ball of sunshine in your threeman squad.
Being hailed from one of the most powerful clan, you were taught at young to conceal your feelings. But with the three, you realised the value of letting it all out. They were there to catch you.
But when Yu was gone, you just needed isolation from everything. It was Nanami who advised you to take off from the schools. He was much more mature than you were, and you couldn't help but think that you're acting like a baby.
He was successful in convincing you. So here you are, with Nanami for you first mission after comeback. And that was the day when you realised how much he means to you more than a friend. It was the day you saw Nanami in a different light. It made him look ethereal in every angle.
On one fine October 31, Kento Nanami becomes your boyfriend. And a few years later on the same day, he becomes your husband. Maybe it is that day which is special to you. The whole world will be plunged in darkness and thrill of the Halloween, while you and your husband walks hand-held through the neighborhood in your casual wear like a normal civilian. Him with his blunt blade held onto the leather strap, hair sweeped back; looking just absolutely perfect.
He held your hands in his as you walked through the crowd of people, navigating through. Each time you felt like his grip loosened, he gripped it tighter and pressed you closer to him. As the cool October wind made you shiver, he held you tight against him, just nothing but basking in his warmth.
And yet again, on your one year anniversary, he promised you he'd come back early to celebrate the day with you. But it wasn't him, but Ijichi who brought you the news.
You felt numb, as if there was a hole dug in your heart. Even though every sorcerers where expected to be in Shibuya that day, you due to you were held back, not just by him but also the elders.
You cursed every misfortunes in your life, keeping into a spiral of emotions just to reminded of the pain again and again. It is just that October 31st will always be special.
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ladytheoris · 11 months
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The Adventure in Jujutsu High
Warning: Mahito (it sums up almost everything), crackfic
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AN: I hate Mahito, and I use every possible way to show my hate to him. Manga readers can vouch for that hate.
Pick Me
In this school, every student has different opinions on everything. Be it be the fact that their hate for Todo who did nothing -literally, or their hate for their ex-principal, or their opinion about having baseball as an event for the annual sports day, it is always different.
But one thing they all can be together on is their opinion about a certain student; Mahito. Nobody knows where or how this one became a student. A person who has stitches all over his body, and the ones who drop off him at school and pick him back look more or less like people who run the mafia. (One guy with ash brown hair, who smokes like a burning volcano, and another one with roses, dragon, and some other random things tatted on his skin.)
Were they wary of him? No. It is just that they all hate the moment this one opens its mouth, which mostly is for spouting nonsense or catcalling literally anyone. The situation which made them hate him, even more, is when their beloved teacher Yn was teaching and he decided to whistle like he doesn't care. Nobara swears she nearly threw her textbook -which is one thick book of all Shakespearean works- at that blue head, and he would have surely popped a few stitches. And yes that is true too, had it not been for Yuuji that day, Mahito would've seen the doors of hell that moment.
As things like this happened that day, Nobara was sure to make sure everyone in the school know about that rancid person and her pent-up anger against him. By the time lunch break was done, Megumi has to drive away a lot of students from other classes who came to see Mahito. Was Mahito bothered by that? No, he was three seconds away from doing a strip show if it wasn't for that one teacher with beige tux; that's what he told. It is a fact that the only person this Mahito guy was scared of was Nanami.
It was a shame for him that he decided to befriend the most badass-looking teacher just to show others that he has even more ground than others. Who was this teacher, you ask. None other than Ryomen Sukuna. Who according to the Zen'ins is the King of Curses. Because there is no time in this universe without this one teacher screaming all the curse words. A second it is fuck, the next it is shit; to the point, they thought he was banging his random side chick in the Physical Education classroom.
That aside, Mahito tried every possible trick in his sleeves to make Sukuna like him. There is a rumor going around that Mahito secretly wants to bang Sukuna. The next one was that Mahito was the one who brought hash brownies to the school on Valentine's day, which Gojo Satoru ate and got high. It was all baseless, yet believable. This takes us to today, Mahito standing in front of the PE room with a box (which Miwa guarantees is a box of condoms, because he bought that same thing from the store she does part-time for).
What we should see here are the bunch of students (Yuuji, Nobara, and Miwa) are standing -more like in a disguise to observe Mahito- behind the wall, eyes keenly on Mahito. Mahito knocks on the door, from which Sukuna appears. Now, Yuuji is fretting like a lost puppy. He sees Mahito offer Sukuna the box, and they three have different conclusions. Because all the saw was Sukuna walking back into his room, and Mahito doing his little victory dance- wiggled his non-existent butt.
"I'm sure that box is drugs," Nobara says.
"I am telling you guys for the hundredth time, no I saw that butthole buy a box of condoms yesterday, and that is the box." Tells Miwa.
"Guys, that could also be a box of chocolate," Yuuji tells, eyes fixed on the door, which Mahito walks in.
"Yuuji you are too pure to exist," Nobara pats his pink hair.
Yuuji gave a small pout, and without thinking twice, he walks towards the room. Now it is Miwa and Nobara who are fretting. Because of Yuuji, their undercover works might see the light, right now.
"What-" Yuuji's words stop in the mid as he sees what was happening in the room. Mahito's shirtless back was all Yuuji could see. There were a few stitches and tattooed stitches on his body, with Sukuna hugging him.
"S'kuna what are ya doing?" Yuuji screamed. That was the day Sukuna saw red.
"OMG!" Nobara and Miwa were also doing a few loud fan chants. Even though nobody shipped them, was this ship somehow sailing?
Sukuna was quicker than a lightning bolt to react to his astounded students. "Kids, it is not what you think."
"Then what is this?" Yuuji's voice was two tones higher than usual when he screamed at his half-brother. "It clearly looks like you are having fun, trying to kiss that nasty ass". Yuuji's pink hair looked red than usual like his anger seeped through his hair. "I swear that guy does not even clean his ass after pooping, why are you with him of all creatures?"
"It was pure self-defense. He tried to attack me from behind." Sukuna tried to justify.
"Then why is he half naked?" Yuuji yelled back.
"He told me a few stitches popped and to check it out."
"And I can clearly see you checking him out." Yuuji retorts back.
"Yuuji, I know you are angry about me burning your lunch, but think about my side too." Sukuna justifies. "I turned back to get the flashlight, and he suddenly pounced on me from behind. That is what happened."
"You tried to put him in a chokehold?" Miwa asks.
"And he clearly enjoying being choked by Sukuna," Nobara tells.
"Ryo, can you do me a favor?" This was another voice that wasn't heard till then there.
"Yes, darling", Sukuna, as if on cue responds. Just to realize his mistake a few seconds later, he pushes Mahito against his body.
"Ryo?" "Darling?" The students were screaming in surprise, only to be even more surprised seeing the owner of the voice. None other than their beloved teacher, YN.
"You guys are dating?" Mahito asks.
"Oh sheet, Mahito you were trying to ruin their relationship?" Nobara did throw her textbook at his head finally, knocking him out; but not entirely.
"Oh hey, kids!" YN wished back at the surprised-looking students. "Cover my last hour with their class, I have a meeting," Yn tells Sukuna.
Sukuna nodded his response, and YN turns to her beloved students, "Kids back to class, lunch break is about to end."
"Don't you think we'll start the rumor of you guys dating?" Yuuji asks YN.
"Of who? Me and him? Oh cut it out Yuuji, we've been through this before. I am not dating your brother but giving him dating advice to bag one person he is trying to see." YN tells. "And no Nobara, that is not me. I have a certain someone else in my life at the moment."
What left the kids surprised wasn't that Sukuna had his eye on someone, but there is a specific ring on YNs finger that caught their attention.
And that is for today's episode of Jujutsu High. In the next episode, we'll see how the student unveils the darker secrets of their teacher.
Shoko and YN chatting over a coffee:
Shoko: Oh he finally had the guts to ask you out?
YN: Yeah with a ring pop.
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ladytheoris · 11 months
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The divine interruption
Pairing: Gojou Satoru X Fem. Reader
Warning: NSFW, inspired by Cha Eunwoo in Island. (He is hot tbh), imagine this in a medieval setting.
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The vintage vibe in this pristine garden is something that you have always loved. You love how it calms your nerves and it always gives you a sense of satisfaction. Even more so when your father decided to marry you off to some new angelic priest who is about to be posted in your area.
All that you knew was that he is special; he is Gojou Satoru the high priest and the incarnation of the angel.
You knew something was different in the whole area since the new head priest came to the town; that person you are marrying. He was loved by everyone because the older ladies said he has heavenly eyes that will soothe all their problems, the ladies told so because he is such a smooth talker and knew the different ways to make egg tarts. The kids said so because he loved them and bought them candies. Just like a Santa Clause; but to you, he was nothing like a saint.
Ever since his eyes laid on you, you felt different. Call the heavenly eyes curated magic, but this wasn't feeling a religious place should be giving. You felt hot, his eyes scanning areas you never cared about. It was like each moment you heard his satin voice say the hymns, you were aching to be touched by him. Was this because of the bond connecting you to him, or your carnal desire? you didn't know and were even more happy to give in to those thoughts than stay away from them.
His cerulean eyes met yours at the altar for the first time and you saw your whole future flash in your mind. His smooth yet strong voice made you believe in every celestial being to bless you immensely. And after the prayer hours ended, he beckons you to his room. And somehow the feeling of being trapped between the walls of his room and his masculine chest felt like you were the devil he came to exorcise.
The fear of the unknown, the sweet smell of the cake he just had, and the way his hot breath caressed your neck were anything but divine.
"You know YN, I can see your thoughts. They're remarkably printed on your pretty face." He tells.
You couldn't decline. By now if it wasn't for the arms he held beside you, you would have been put on the floor.
"May I touch you?" He asks.
You nod your head in approval.
"Words, doll. I need words." His velvety voice slipped into your core.
"Yes, please." You stuttered.
You were in his cabin, filled with all the holy books and manuscripts. And at this point, this made you seem like salvation at its best.
You saw him remove his ring, and the holy cross around his neck, placing them on the table where you could see yourself in a few moments.
His long fingers wander down your neck tracing patterns. In a swift movement, he removes the strap of your dress, placing hickeys all over your now-exposed shoulder. His hands go further down, removing your dress along with it. He smooths his hands against your ribs, calming your nerves in just one smooth motion. His cerulean eyes were fixed on the curves of your chest, analyzing every rise and fall.
His hands held your waist strongly as he lifted you against the wall, and pressed himself against you. You gasp at the heat of his body. His lips placed wet kisses on your neck as you held onto him. You were not bothered by what lie to tell the ladies when they ask about the obvious love bites on your neck. Because of how time kept progressing, it was like he wanted to make sure everyone knew those were his.
His swift motions were too languid that you didn't even notice when you were sprawled on his table. You could feel his hands moving toward that heat. With his ice-cold fingers, it felt like heaven when his sneaky fingers played with your clit. And you were about to fall apart just by his fingers, when he went down on his knees in front of you, as his tongue drew intricate art designs there.
"The only one whom I have gone on my knees is for God, so I will make sure you remember everything that happens tonight." His silky voice was muffled, as you pushed him further towards yourself. Your fingers were tangled in his hair and moaned at your pull.
"Oh, my God!" You screamed.
"Yes, I am your God. Scream my name like that's the only thing you know." The vibrations of his sound made you see stars in that closed room.
"Why me?" You ask him.
"You tell me, sweetheart. Why won't I choose someone as innocent as a dove to be corrupted first by the angel of sin." You saw a divine glow around him, he looked almost godly between your legs.
His tongue played with your clit showing you every possible universe in a few hot minutes, while his fingers went in and out of you rhythmically.
For a flash of a second, his fingers were scissoring in you and you saw all possible universes that one moment he touched that spot. "Oh god!"
"Yes scream out loud all you want, let everyone know who you belong to." His movements fastens and you came down your high.
"This is just the beginning of many, YN" He kisses the corner of your lips, making you get a taste of yourself. "I can't wait to see you in my arms after our marriage."
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ladytheoris · 11 months
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That feeling of loving someone from afar, knowing very well things will never work out. Maybe it's your overthinking, or your fear of rejection.
They say it doesn't hurt to ask once, but your embarassed about what will happen if things doesn't go in the right despite the fact that your gut feeling says otherwise.
You've seen them looking at you with the same soft gaze as yours as if you're precious to them like they are to you. But was that just your mind being delusional, because you swear you saw that same gaze for someone else too.
Maybe you're just jealous when he smiles at some random someone, and not you. And your hopelessly romantic self believes that they might have lost that spark for you but may come around one day or another.
Maybe it is wishful thinking, but probably now it's a delusion.
Tomioka Giyuu, Megumi Fushiguro, Kei Tsukishima, Kunikida Doppo, Kento Nanami, Aki Hayakawa, Kageyama Tobio, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Sakusa Kiyomi, Shinsuke Kita, Sasori, Neji Hyuuga
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ladytheoris · 1 year
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Congrats on your milestone! 🎉
P20+C15
Prompt: Kiss me, quick
Character: Gojo Satoru
Warning: fluff, this was asked an year before if I'm not wrong.
Gojo Satoru had one motive in his life other than being a pain in the ass for the elders. It was to irritate the living force out of Kento Nanami, his junior and colleague.
Amidst of this life style, somewhere, somehow you too became a part. In Gojos words, you are the female version of Nanami minus the leopard printed tie. You pretty much hated how the elders made you overwork without giving free days (which Satoru agreed too), you hated in general how things work in life. Nanami does too. That was the primary reason how Nanami and you bonded, shared hatred towards work and life. Gojo Satoru came to your life like a firefly that made things better, but now is like a fire cracker that burns things up.
Like right now, it is raining slightly. You didn't like how drenched in purple blood you are after killing a grade one curse. Nanami Kento was there for a special mission which somehow overlapped with yours. Satoru of course there for special reasons that he cannot tell. But you knew very well what that was. The rain and the blood mixed to give an awfully stinky stench that you just wanted to get off as soon as possible. But Satoru on the other hand was like a primary school kid on a field trip. Gawking at the cakes and ice creams, throwing tantrums for cotton candy; just being his usual self.
His excitement was contagious, but only to the point where you felt tired. Nanami was walking ahead of you both, just for the sake of his own mental well-being. It wasn't that case for you. You were genuinely interested in knowing how Gojou Satoru is still this energetic. Because you knew his day was packed than yours.
You, of all people knew that Satoru's excitement and enthusiasm was as contagious as the fever you're expecting in s few days. He smiles back at you, as you both walk the rain, your hands in his. You felt his strong grip soothing.
"Kiss me, quick" he whispered by your ears, giving you a trail of goosebumps.
"Why?"
"I need a refreshment before pissing Nanami off." He leans forward, expecting your lips on his.
You smiled at him, as you pushed his damp hair back, and pulling him in for his kiss dose.
"That's my girl." He ran off behind Nanami who was now trying to run away from him.
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ladytheoris · 1 year
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Imagine your comfort character:
The feeling of those warm hands over yours just felt perfect despite the difference in sizes.
In the dark, those hands that clasp around yours; making you feel protected. During the storm, the hands that hold onto yours; make you feel safe. During the sunset, when the pretty lights cast their purple hues everywhere around you, that hands that held yours with every single bit of love and adoration in this world.
Your source of happiness, comfort, love, and very good feelings ever. And in the whole world, it was just his hands that you found these in.
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ladytheoris · 1 year
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Types of lovers
Possibly be silent about having a crush on you since day one. Will be believing that they are being super sneaky, but in fact, even you know they are having something for you
Itadori Yuuji, Hinata Shouyo, Nakahara Chuuya, Miya Osamu, Sawamura Daichi
The type to openly confess their unending love and adoration every then and now, to the point where you stopped telling everyone that you've been a couple for quite a while.
Gojo Satoru, Dazai Osamu, Kazuki Kurusu, Miya Atsumu, Sugawara Koshi
The type who never reveals anything until they want to. To the point when they first confessed to you, you would've been like 'me?'
Kento Nanami, Hatake Kakashi, Megumi Fushiguro, Rei Suwa, Iwaizumi Hajime, Suna Rintaro, Sakusa Kiyomi, Kunikida Doppo
Stopping with a few characters because the list will be endless.
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ladytheoris · 1 year
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Yet another valentines day has passed by, you still doesn't understand the power you hold. The amount of gazes that is manifesting you is countless, but you have your eyes on one; Kento Nanami.
Was it his Michelin level cooking, or the suave words, or this actions that made you love him; nobody knows.
But one thing you do know for sure, that waking upto seeing his face, sleeping peacefully beside you with you in his arms, is the best valentine's day gift you'll ever ask for. The other gifts that he gives you are just complementary.
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ladytheoris · 1 year
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For an upcoming post. I'm in a confusion of whom to be the center of attention
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ladytheoris · 1 year
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Could I please have P5+C1? I just found your blog, and love your writing!!!
Prompt: Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we’re dating?
Character: Sawamura Daichi
There are moments when Sawamura Daichi feels like time stopped. For instance, when the final minutes of the match begin, he feels the extreme pressure from the crowd, and from the whole team. He could distinctly hear the heartbeats of everyone in the stadium, and he feels his pulse increase. And when the opponent finally brings the ball to their court, he could feel the muscles of his body strain in order to position himself to not miss that chance. A few seconds later, which felt like an eternity to Daichi, he would be screaming in happy tears because his team won the match.
Daichi feels the same when he sees YN. A person who he has liked ever since he saw her for the first time. And he knows for sure she too feels the same for him, but he is the one shying away from each chance he gets to ask her out.
Sugawara does not miss a single chance to tease him about this one matter. That he won't get that chance ball in this lifetime at this rate. But Daichi has only one early morning prayer, and that is to see you in his jersey supporting him as his significant other for the rest of his life.
He may have had too many points in life when he rethinked his reasons and choices. And today was one such day. Because on one hand he likes seeing you angry at him, but not like this.
"Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we’re dating?" You ask him. He could feel your anger seeping through your cells.
He was tongue tied. Seeing your messy bun about to fall off, and the over-sized sweater and jeans that is aesthetic for you, he swear he will forever have this image of you craved deep in his heart. Even if this friendship you share ends today because of his decision.
"I didn't mean to do that", he says. But he know he could've said better. Even asked you out then and there. But the coward him was afraid of the rejection.
"What do you mean?" You scream at him.
"For god's sake Daichi, I'm done with you never taking a first step." Your words were like a thunderbolt that he did not predict.
"I see your eyes and I feel like you like me. But you never did anything but give me mixed signals." You said. "I cannot do anything if one day you speak to me, then the next ignore me like you don't know me."
"If you have something to tell me, say it now. Else I'm going on a date with Terushima."
"Wait, don't," his voice was low yet enough to keep you grounded on the ground.
Five years later, you are here wearing his shirt barefoot and loved. Sawamura Daichi never felt like a complete man till the day he he asked YN out. Even though his confession was more or less like a baby learning new words, you were there to understand what he meant. And you can swear to every goodness in the world that he never made you feel unloved till that day.
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ladytheoris · 1 year
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If there was any soul who could explain the feeling of unrequited love, it would be Getou Suguru. At the age of fifteen, he was smitten by the way your eyes shine while standing under the bamboo trees after going to the library. You smell like old books and like the dreams that the young Getou had.
At the age of twenty-one, he liked how you talked about the way the main lead in that shonen jump killed the enemy, over a cup of coffee with your friends. You smelled like coffee and his love for you.
At the age of thirty, he liked how level-headed you are and how strong your words have become. The wiser with time. You smelled like a soothing ocean and all the dreams that he once saw. Your eyes still shined like a jewel under the sun, and you still talked about that shonen jump character to him.
If anyone could explain unrequited love, it would be you, better than Getou Suguru.
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ladytheoris · 1 year
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Drunk Nanami is not something that happens daily. As a man with heavy tolerance, he is perfectly good to explain everything he knows about his cursed technique. That will be till the count of four drinks on the rock.
The fifth to seventh will give a slightly blushed Nanami who speaks about his personal life. That is when you know, he is drunk. He will keep his usual stoic demeanor and talk about how you ignored him that day, added a bit of extra salt to his bread, and so on.
Further if Nanami drinks, it goes down. He will not be able to stand on his feet, that is what it means. And usually, it is Gojo who by the count of the second drink at this state. But his words are mere mumbles, primarily about how much he loves you, and how much he wished to kick Gojo Satoru in his face. Gojo would still be sleeping beside him without any knowledge of what is even happening. And by chance, if you happen to be drinking with him, he would be totally knocked out on your shoulder with slight neck kisses then and now when he speaks, and a tight hold on your waist.
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ladytheoris · 1 year
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Gojo Satoru never missed anyone like this, not even his blast of a one-night stand that he still remembers. All because it was a rebound; for you. But when he understood his feelings had been validated by you, he lost not one opportunity to show the world that you and he belong together.
Maybe that was how this night started, on the couch with him kissing, but here you are, naked and in all your glory on his bed, reaching highs after high. He loves how your chest rises and falls catching breaths as he inserts his finger in you. The way you arch your back when he scissors his fingers and bends them to feel the wall clench on his fingers.
He loves how you cannot make out a single word by the time he made you come at least four times with his finger. He loves how your incorrigible word that says "Satoru" or "Oh my god" turns him on even more. He loves when he feels the walls on his bare member. You can feel his chest brushing on yours with each thrust. His erratic breath fanning your ear, tickling. But the pleasure is too good to notice the tickles. And all the heavens shatter the moment you both chase the high together. His grip on your hips tightens, pulling you impossibly closer to him. And god you saw more stars than the ones in the night sky when he did that last one deep thrust before he came; for the first of many.
And when days like this when Gojo Satoru missed you, he made sure to worship every single inch of your skin like it is heavenly.
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