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gojonanami · 5 months

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"MIGHT HURT" - SUGURU GETO

✴︎ summary: suguru's popularity is truly a curse, especially when he gets hit on right in front of you. luckily, you both know how to handle those situations. aka i heard this scene from 'no hard feelings' and i had to write a fic about it. ✴︎ contents:: jealousy, crack, fluff, humor, made-up girl from suguru's middle school before he came to jjt, naoya mention ✴ wc: 788

With the two princes of Jujutsu High, it was unfortunate that you had to date the more popular one.

And no, it wasn’t Satoru.

Suguru Geto is the more popular one — probably because of his manners, compared to Satoru’s…bluntness. It didn’t hurt that he was polite, a prodigy, and a perfect prince. And how could you complain?

Except at moments like this you did.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. And it was. Two grade A curses the two of you exorcise with ease, and now you had one more night to spend at the hotel Jujutsu High had kindly booked — some of the only real alone time two of you rarely had — without Satoru bursting into either one of your dorms (whether the door was locked or not).

“Finally a date, a real date,” you sigh, walking hand in hand with him, “should we commemorate with a picture?”

He smiles, rolling his eyes, “I left my phone at the hotel — I didn’t want any interruptions,” and you grin, as he leans in, breath warming your lips like an invitation, “just you and me, Princess,”

“I like the sound of that,” you murmur — how was it he still could make your heart skip a beat like that? — utterly unfair. And your lips nearly brush when a voice interrupts you.

“Geto?” Your heads snap over, as the two of you untangle yourselves. A girl in an unfamiliar high school uniform walks over, “it’s you, how are you?” Her lips are curled too widely, her eyes too eager, and her body language completely ignoring your presence.

Oh, what the f-

“Fumi?” He asks, lips in that same smile he gave everyone, the painted polite grin he plastered on, “it’s been a long time,”

“It has. I heard you are going to a school in Tokyo now,” she smiles, “I stay in Tokyo with my family sometimes, we should meet up. I can you give my number,”

Suguru opens his mouth to reply, but you cut in, a tight lipped smile on your face, “He doesn’t have his phone, so…” you reply, and she acknowledges your existence for a moment, gaze finally sliding to you.

“Oh, then maybe I can give you my number and you can send it to him,” she offers, and you tilt your head.

“No need,” and you can see Suguru glance between the two of you, his hands in his pocket.

“Can’t hurt,” she flutters her eyelashes at Suguru, pouting, and you wonder if she would count as another curse you could exorcise. Although surely a fly head was more trouble than she would be.

“Might hurt,” and Suguru’s arm snakes around your waist, physically reigning you in.

“Me and my girlfriend actually have to get back to school, but it was nice to see you again, Fumi,” and he’s scrawling a number down, “here’s my number,” he waves, before ushering you off. She tries to stop you two, to no avail, as Suguru uses a small curse to draw her attention away for a moment before recalling it.

“Was that necessary?”

“Well I think using a cursed spirit was preferable to you beating her with your cursed tool, wouldn’t you agree?” he scoffs, but he can’t keep his lips from curling into a smile, “I didn’t really give her my number,”

“I know,” you were irritated - not stupid. You knew Suguru wouldn’t cheat on you, but you hear a noise escape his throat — and you know he’s laughing.

And it looks could kill, he would have been as dead as those curses from earlier, “you find this funny, don’t you?”

“You getting jealous of some girl I barely knew from middle school? Yes, I do,” he snorts, mirth in his tone, “but I could go back and give her my real number if you want,”

“Do that, and you won’t have to worry Fumi getting hurt, because she won’t be the one getting their ass kicked,” and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before his lips find yours — and you can feel him smile against your lips, “it’s really annoying that all these people flirt with you, but I guess it’s only because my boyfriend’s hot,”

“Got a catch didn’t you?” he hums, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Lucky me,” you mumble, sarcasm heavy on your tongue, and he’s kissing you more insistently, showering your face with kisses until you smile, pushing him off, giggling, “ok, ok! I’m lucky,” you sigh, burying your face in the crook of his neck again as the two of you walk, “whose number did you give her anyway? Satoru?”

“No, Naoya,” and you snort, pressing a kiss to your devious boyfriend’s cheek.

“Poor girl.”

✴︎ a/n: i watched no hard feelings last night and i couldn't get this idea out of my head. i was gonna write it with gojo, but i remembered how gege said geto was more popular so :)

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actuallysaiyan · 2 months

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hello! any fics/headcanons on dropping by high school nanami’s dorm room would be wonderful 🫶

warnings: mentions of being promoted, Reader and Kento are both 18!!! In their last year of being at JJT, smut, kissing, vaginal fingering, dirty talk word count: 1.6k pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Sorcerer!Reader summary: Kento just found a box set of 1980s Astro Boy and he wants you to come over to watch it with him! a/n: I wasn't sure what you wanted for this, so I took some creative liberties and rolled with it. I wanted it partly smutty and partly fluffy. I hope you all enjoy!

It was a quiet Saturday night in your dorm room. You sit on your bed, watching reruns of your favorite sitcom. Considering this was your last year at Jujutsu Tech, you knew that things would mostly be a breeze. You’ve been on more missions this year than any other year, but it still felt so much easier than training and learning theory.

Your phone buzzes and your eyes gaze at it for a moment. Then your heart skips a beat when you see who’s sent you a text. Immediately, you open your phone and read the text.

Kento(8:45 pm): Hey are you still around? Or did you leave campus for tonight?

You(8:46 pm): I’m still here. What’s up?

Your heart is racing as you try to come to terms with the fact that your ultimate crush is texting you. You two are close, but he has no idea just how much you’re head over heels for him. He messages you again, mentioning that he’s managed to acquire the DVD box set of Astro Boy from the 1980s. You message him back, asking if you can come over and watch it with him.

Kento(8:50pm): Why don’t you come over right now? I’m just waiting in my dorm.

It doesn’t take much for you to reply that you’ll be over in a few minutes. You throw on a comfy hoodie and you turn off your devices. Then you grab some snacks from your drawer and you head out. With your door locked behind you, you walk down the hallway towards the boys’ side of the dorms.

You knock on his door, admiring the way he’s placed band stickers and mini posters on it to give it some personality. Your smile spreads further when you see him open the door. He looks really cozy right now; dressed in a band hoodie and some sweatpants.

“Are you ready to watch this with me?” He shows you the box set.

“Fuck yeah! I didn’t even think you’d manage to find it!”

Kento smirks, “I’ve got my sources, darling.”

He invites you inside and you feel immediately at home. It’s so cozy in his dorm room. You’ve been here more times than you can count, considering you two are so close, but this is just so special for you. You place your bag of snacks on the coffee table and you sit on the sofa. Kento joins you, but not before he puts the first disc of Astro Boy into the DVD player. You two are sitting so close together, your knees brush up together.

“Thanks for inviting me over.” you bubble, leaning in close to him.

“It’s really no problem.”

The DVD menu starts up and Kento selects the play all function. Then you both sit back, watching the anime you both had been wanting to see for so long. It has become a bit of a tradition for you and Kento to watch anime together. This time, it felt a bit more intimate somehow. You weren’t sure what it was, but it was like you and him had these feelings just bubbling underneath the surface.

Eventually, he turns to you and offers you a soda. You accept with a smile on your face. Things are quiet and comfortable while in his dorm, until he stretches his arms and wraps one around your shoulders. You lean your head to nuzzle against his as you both continue to watch the show that’s unfolding before you on the screen.

“You know…” he whispers softly. “I’m glad we can still have nights like these.”

You turn to face him, “Me too, Ken. Especially since we both got promoted to Grade one recently.”

This makes both of your stomachs flutter. It was a serious move to be promoted to such a rank, but you two were the exemplary sorcerers for this position. Both you and Kento showed lots of strength, courage and ability. It took little to no time to go from Semi-Grade one to Grade one. And now you both were going on missions together, taking down curses together.

“I need to tell you something,” he finally starts up again. “It’s important.”

You turn to face him fully, your heart racing. He looks so good in just the glow of the television and the soft fairy lights he has strung up over the couch. He smiles sweetly before he cups your chin and his thumb strokes your cheek.

“Even if we end up on different paths,” he leans in closer. “I’ll always love you.”

Without another word, he presses his lips to yours. You feel like butterflies are erupting deep in your tummy. Time almost seems to slow down as you finally gain the courage to kiss him back. Your hands come up to begin playing with his hair. When he pulls away, he rubs his nose against yours.

“You’ve always been my pretty girl, yeah?”

You can’t help but nod. It takes so little effort for him to push you down onto the couch, pinning you there. Despite his slim build, Kento is very strong and muscular. He just hides it well. Then once he has you in the position he wants, he begins to undress you. Your eyes shine in the glow of the TV, and it turns him on even more. Something about this moment is just so special.

“I’m always going to be yours,” you promise as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

He nips softly at the tender flesh, making you moan his name. Your legs wrap around him, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as possible. He smirks against your skin, knowing just how needy you are for him now. He’s feeling just the same; needy and wanton for the woman he’s fallen for so deeply.

“Can I show you just how much you mean to me?” He asks, his eyes dark with lust.

You smirk, “Oh yeah? How will you do that?”

He’s feeling like you’re challenging him now, and that turns him on even more. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. You moan at the feeling of him taking complete control of the situation. Then his other hand unclasps your bra and pulls it off completely. Your breasts spring free, bouncing slightly from being freed from their confines. You whine softly; your body heating up at the sensation of being half-naked in front of him.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He grunts before dipping down to capture one of your nipples into his mouth.

You buck up immediately, wanting nothing more than to bury your fingers in his beautiful blond hair. But he still has you pinned down to the couch, and his tongue is flicking against your nipples. He doesn’t even have to do much to turn you on, but he’s working hard on making you so aroused. He pulls away slightly, blowing air on your erect nubs.

“Pretty girl,” he coos softly. “Such a pretty princess for me.”

You whine again, begging him not to stop. He leans back in, sucking on your tits. He makes it messy and sloppy, nipping and biting at the tender flesh. His intent is now to turn you on and to mark you up. He wants you to see yourself in the mirror tomorrow and to see these love marks. They are the marks you’ll wear on your body to show the world who you belong to.

“Ken, please…”

He chuckles darkly, “What is it, princess?”

You mewl, “Please Ken I…”

“Use your words, pretty girl.”

Your mind is almost blank with just how much this is all turning you on. He’s usually quiet and sometimes stoic. But right now, Kento Nanami was a different man. You had heard rumors that he was a closeted pervert, but this was proving to be somewhat true. The way he was touching you and caressing you, it seems like he knows a thing or two about pleasuring a woman.

“I need you to touch me,” you breathe.

He chuckles again, then he presses his lips to yours. Your two stay connected like this for a few moments; tongues rubbing together sensually. When he pulls away to let you breathe, a string of saliva keeps you connected.

“Alright, you need me that bad, huh?”

You nod your head, “Need you so bad, Ken…”

His free hand slides down your body, caressing you in your sensitive spots. Then he slips his hand into your sweatpants, gasping softly when he feels that you aren’t wearing panties. He grunts as his long fingers spread your wet folds, prodding your tight entrance. Kento smirks, his eyes growing even darker with lust.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” He asks, rubbing your clit slowly.

You shudder, “M-maybe…”

You let out a moan of his name as one of his fingers slips into your tight cunt. Immediately your gummy walls begin to squeeze the digit and this makes him grunt. He releases your wrists to reach down to adjust his cock in his gray sweatpants. Then his eyes snap up to watch you as he fingers you.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight, probably would make me blow my load in seconds.”

His words rile you up even more. Your hips begin gyrating against his hand, and he’s quick to slip a second finger into your pussy. Your juices begin gushing out of your slick hole, and you feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm faster than you ever thought would happen.

“Awhhh close already? Damn, princess, that’s flattering.” He goads. Your hand comes to cling to his arm, steadying him and yourself for the impending orgasm that’s on its way.

He moves his thumb to begin swiping against your clit and the added stimulation is what sends you over the edge. You cry out and whimper as the waves of pleasure crash over you. The entire time, Kento is right there, talking you through the intense pleasure. When you’ve ridden out your high, he leans in to kiss you so softly.

“My beautiful girl…I love you so.”

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thatanimewriter · 3 months

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WONDER.

➳ synopsis: due to his limited speech, you both partake in a shared scrapbook detailing the moments since your lives intertwined, but it's time to start a new one for this next chapter of your lives.

➳ character/s: inumaki toge

➳ warnings: established relationship (eventually), fluff, soft things, you survived long enough to graduate jjt, snapshots of photos in the scrapbook

➳ notes: here is the explanation of such fic type and the guide on how i suggest to read this :)) this is part of the expectation series

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

it's slightly faded, but the photo is clear. a group of first years: maki, okkotsu, panda, inumaki and yourself. the smiles adorning your faces are nervous yet bright, but it seems you and inumaki failed to look at the camera as your smiles are directed to each other.

𝐀 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲? 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

there's a strange photo of the underside of your faces as you and inumaki sit in the car headed towards your first mission together. beside it is a photo of you both bruised and bloodied, yet holding a thumbs up to gojo, whose head is slightly cropped out of the shot.

(𝐎𝐨𝐡) 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭, (𝐎𝐨𝐡) 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.

there's a collage of photos of the two of you, each varying in quality, from the first goodwill event you ever took part in, most of them selfies from various parts of the woods and students brawling it out in the background.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

your first date was tucked away in a more secluded part of jujutsu tech and you're unsure of how these photos were taken (you suspect gojo of stalking). there's one photo of the onigiri inumaki handmade for you in the shape of hearts, the boy proudly holding them in front of his face.

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡? 𝐈𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

looking at the image, you can still recall the pain that emanated from the multitude of cuts along your body. although, it's never at the forefront of your mind when you look at the desperate first kiss you shared with inumaki as you returned from a mission (you both protested after seeing gojo's phone aimed at you).

(𝐎𝐨𝐡) 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲? 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

inumaki demanded you delete this one, as he's without his turtleneck and his lips are formed into a pout with mario kart displayed on the tv behind him. he says it's because his hair is tousled and messy, but you think it's because he lost.

(𝐎𝐨𝐡) 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐎𝐨𝐡) 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

once again, you have no clue how this photo was taken without you knowing. you're sat in front of the tv in animal crossing: new horizons with a fake wedding set up for you and inumaki, but he's quite literally behind you, holding up a ring pop for the camera.

inumaki refused to admit that he cried that night with an indignant "okaka!". that day, you'd drawn his curse marks onto your cheeks with sharpie to make him feel less alone and in the selfie, your cheeks were pressed together so your curse marks could "cuddle", according to him.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.

you suspect gojo has once again snuck a photo of the two of you as you slept in inumaki's bed, face smushed against his chest.

𝐖𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

the graduation photoshoot was truly something else. you'd made it without dying (not without injury) and the chosen way to celebrate was to replicate wedding photos. there were a few of you and inumaki, but seemingly more between all the bromances rather than the real couple of three years.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

you and inumaki stood outside of a blank white door, arms making each half of a heart and joining hands to create the full image as you documented the day you moved into an apartment together, matching smiles and all.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞.

inumaki cracked his eyelids open, grinning at the sight of you asleep in his arms. swiping his phone from the bedside table, he took a selfie of the two of you after your first night in the apartment. first photo in the next scrapbook: acquired.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #inumaki toge #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #inumaki toge x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #inumaki toge imagines

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Pull Me Up From Down Below (Fives x F!Reader)

Chapter One: Away From the Sun

Song: “Away From the Sun” by 3 Doors Down

Dividers: @djarrex

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Depression, Drugs, Swear Words, Brief Mention of Stalking

Word Count: 2.5K

You felt numb. Empty. Tired. Defeated. Another interview, another hard pass. And yet again, you found yourself looking over your shoulder as you made your way back to the tiny apartment.

It wasn’t a job interview you were at. The ‘Roommate Wanted’ ad had quite the outcome. This was your sixth interview with a potential roommate and, like all the previous ones, this woman was a shady character. Not the type you were comfortable with. So after having to turn her down and her giving you quite the earful, you made sure to keep checking that she wasn’t following you home. You learned your lesson with a Twi’lek a few weeks ago.

After scanning the area, you turned down an alley and walked past two doors. You reached your own and put in the key codes on both locks. It wasn’t like you wanted a roommate, but you had no choice. You refused to sink any lower. Literally. Level 1312 was your last stop.

The door shut and you made sure to lock it, then tossed your wallet on the counter to your right. Immediately the claustrophobic feeling settled in. The tiny kitchen, which didn’t even include an oven (nuke food galore), was your foyer. A couple more steps was a small couch and coffee table. A hall led to the even smaller fresher and a bedroom that had just enough room for a single bed and dresser. How in the galaxy was a roommate supposed to work out?

You grabbed a cup from the cupboard and rinsed it out before pouring filtered water into it from the pitcher in the fridge. The pitcher was the only thing in there aside from some cheese and a container of leftover soup. You knew you’d need to get groceries soon, but rent had to get paid first, along with another important matter.

Your feet carried you towards the couch when a knock on the door halted you. Did she actually follow me home? You placed the cup down on the coffee table and replaced it with the blade still in your pocket. Making your way back to the door, you placed your ear against it. Another rapid knock made you jump.

“Who is it?” you said, your tone harsh. Another lesson you learned from living in the Underworld: don’t appear weak.

“Open the fucking door,” a guttural voice said. “It’s just me.”

An exasperated sigh left you and your eyes stared at the ceiling. When she banged on the door again, you unlocked it and opened it. “What do you want?” you inquired, making sure to keep the door half closed and your body positioned in the opening. Kysler never did you harm, but she was far from trustworthy.

“You wanna buy?” she said, lowering her voice.

“No.”

“Oh, come on,” she insisted. The Theelin stepped closer and leaned against the door, making your grip tighten so it wouldn’t open. “I know you’ve been craving it. I got the good shit too.”

“I said no,” you said, more firm. “Even if I did, I can’t afford it. I’m looking for someone to split rent with me. Did you take so much that you don’t remember it was you who suggested it?” The thought of getting a roommate didn’t even cross your mind until Kysler suggested it. You admit, it had made your stress lessen, having some sort of solution to your predicament. But now finding a roommate was just raising the stress back up.

Kysler made a low growling noise and straightened up. “Yeah, yeah. Haven’t you found someone already? Just pick someone. Credits are credits.” Her hand went into her pocket and she pulled out a smokes pack. “ Here, have one and think about it.”

You eyed the offered cigarra. “Didn’t you hear me? I can’t afford shit.” Your grip released the door and you took the smoke, waiting for her to get done lighting her own. “And I’m not choosing just anybody. I know I don’t have many options, but I’d rather choose someone who’s not going to slit my throat at night and steal my shit.”

“I suppose you have a point,” she said after blowing out smoke.

“Duh,” you mumbled around the cigarra, lighting it. Almost instantly your nerves went back to that numb feeling as you inhaled. You held it and exhaled. “I’m almost ready to give up.”

“My place is still available.”

“No, thanks.” You weren’t oblivious. You knew what kind of company constantly visited her place. The fact that you would undoubtedly owe her didn’t skip your mind either.

She shrugged and the both of you settled into a silence. Your eyes followed her as she kept looking up and down the alleyway, looking for a potential buyer. Whether she was guessing or just knew, she was correct. You were craving, but it wasn’t as bad as before. You’ve finally been able to stay away from the hard stuff.

The two of you finished your smokes and tossed them away. “Know anyone?” she asked finally.

You pursed your lips. “Try three doors down,” you told her and nodded to your left.

With a quick nod, she strode deeper into the alley. You took that moment to return back inside your apartment. The small place you felt trapped in. You leaned your head back against the locked door and closed your eyes, breathing deep, willing yourself to think of anything else.

After changing into your pajamas, you grabbed a book that was barely staying together and climbed into the bed, making sure to avoid the springs poking through the mattress. Before you had a chance to fully settle down, your comm went off. You glared at it and debated whether or not to check it. No one important would be messaging you, so you guessed it was someone inquiring about being a roommate.

You were correct.

The message was short but sounded just as desperate as you felt, with a lot of ‘please’s and ‘thank you’s. Politeness got you nowhere down here and only raised suspicions. You’d give this person a shot, but you would still keep your guard up. Always. Typing back a quick message, you made sure to leave no room for argument when you told them the place and time for the next day. They had to work around your schedule. You went to put your comm back on the nightstand when it went off again. Your eyebrows raised in amusement and you shook your head. This person must be real desperate, thanking you for your time. That was a first.

As you drifted off to sleep, you kept telling yourself not to get your hopes up. It’ll just be like the previous meetings. And you’ll be back to scrounging up credits which will do nothing in the end. Because you were born to fail.

A string of curses followed you after you bumped into someone and continued on your way. You weren’t sure why you were hurrying. Yeah, you worked over and were running late to your interview with the potential roommate, but why should you care? They were probably going to waste your time anyway.

The cantina you were having your meeting was settled at a corner with brighter, neon lights than the surrounding places. Broken tables and mismatched chairs were scattered out in front. Somebody had already kicked down the specials board and a couple of females were undoubtedly waiting for some clients.

The owner of this unpleasant cantina thought it was the best in the Underground. The dirtiness of the place didn’t faze her. You saw the bright smile on her aging face when you walked in. She was currently positioning a vase of flowers on the counter top. Dead flowers.

You gave her a quick wave when her eyes found yours, but then you began to scan the place. It didn’t take long to find the… clone. Your eyebrows raised slightly and you weaved your way between tables.

Even if he was here on other business, he still would’ve stuck out. His posture made him appear uncomfortable. His back was ramrod straight and his eyes were darting around the place, always going back to the entrance. They locked onto you though when he must’ve realized you were heading for him. His hands clasped together on the table as he sat up even more straighter, then they went to his lap, and then back on the table. Something was definitely up. Nothing new.

His white plastoid armor gave away that he was a clone. Sure, he could’ve stolen the armor, but his face was recognizable anywhere, along with the million others that shared it. As you approached, you noted he looked worse for wear.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said in greeting and took the seat across from him. “You’re the potential roommate?”

“Uh, yes,” he said. “Yes, sir.”

You blinked. Before you had a chance to ask the next question, the waitress came over and asked if you wanted a drink. You declined, knowing that even the water here cost a stupid amount of credits. “So what do I call you?”

“Um, Fives, sir.”

You shook your head slightly. “Just Y/N,” you told him. “Like I said in the ad, I have a few questions. First, are you wanted or have a bounty on your head?”

“No,” he answered lightning fast. Everyone says no. Red flag.

“Do you sell?”

“Sell? Sell what?” he questioned. At your hard stare he stuttered, “N-no, I don’t sell anything.”

You figured he was telling the truth there.

“Do you make enough to split rent?” You had posted the cost in the ad so potential roommates were well aware.

His hand went up to rub the back of his neck. “Well, you see…”

He was broke. You pushed your chair back and stood up. Another waste of time.

“W-wait!” he exclaimed when he realized you were leaving. His hand wrapped around your forearm firmly, but he let go instantly when you shot him a warning look. “Please. I plan on… I will get a job to get the credits. I swear it. I just need help right now. Please. I’ll get a job, help around the apartment with whatever needs to be done. I won’t be a problem, I promise. I give you my word.”

You suppressed a laugh. No one’s ‘word’ was good in these parts. This man, this clone, must be in deep shit if he was acting this desperate. Still… Your eyes studied his and you could see his sincerity. Going against what your brain was telling you, you sat back down. The man sitting across from you visibly let out a breath.

“Why-?” You cut yourself off. You were about to ask what a clone was doing way down here on this level. Why wasn’t he up there fighting the war? But that was too personal. “I don’t want anyone at my door. If you want to socialize, do it away from the apartment.”

Fives nodded. “Of course. As I said, I won’t be a problem.”

“Mhm.” You drummed your fingers on the table. “I don’t share my groceries. You’ll have to get your own.” That was another thing you had put in the ad, but you wanted to make sure that was clear. You didn’t need someone to eat your food when you could actually afford it.

He nodded again. “Yes, sir.” You raised an eyebrow. “Y/N, I mean. Sorry.”

You thought of a couple more questions to ask him, and although his answers weren’t perfect, they definitely beat all the other beings you interviewed. It came as a surprise, if you were being honest with yourself. By the end of the interview, you were slightly at a loss of what to do.

“Er, right. I can give you directions to the apartment or you can come with me,” you told him. “I’m headed back there now.”

He blinked. “You mean I can stay with you?”

You took in his shocked and hopeful expression. “Yes?”

A small laugh of relief escaped him. “Thank you. I promise you won’t regret your decision.”

Oh, Maker. You knocked your knuckles on the wooden table while you stood up. “So directions or are you coming?”

He stood up, almost knocking the chair over in his eagerness. “I can go now.”

You nodded. “Do we need to make a stop first?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “A stop?”

“To get your shit,” you said, as if it was obvious.

“Oh, uh, no. I don’t have anything.” He rubbed the back of his neck again, looking sheepish.

“Oh,” you murmured. You didn’t know whether to believe him or not.

Not knowing what else to say, you turned and headed out. Once outside, you made sure to keep him in your peripheral and a comfortable distance as you made your way back to your apartment. You felt and saw his eyes on you a few times, but you ignored him. You had a feeling he had questions but decided against asking them. Good.

The two of you made it back to your apartment. The alleyway was empty. You thought about advising him to always watch his back when he walks down this alley, but he should know better.

“You watching?” you asked, and waited for his eyes to land on the keypad. You punched in the code to the first one and then the second. The door opened. “Memorize it. Don’t write it down.”

“Got it,” he said confidently and followed you in.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll give you my comm number, just in case.” You said the last bit with a bit of sarcasm.

“I, uh, don’t have a comm.” You had stepped into the living area of the apartment and turned to look at him. “But that’s okay, clones have total recall memory.” He gave a small, uncertain grin.

“Right.” You gestured to the surroundings. “This is it. The fresher is right there and the bedroom is straight ahead. I know it’s small, but I’m usually at work, so it shouldn’t be too bad.” You bit your lip.

“It’s fine, perfect even,” was his response, taking in the rundown apartment.

What a bullshitter, you thought. “Well, let me grab my extra blanket from the bedroom and then you can have at it.” To entice people to be your roommate, you put in the ad that they could have the bedroom. It didn’t really matter to you. The couch was just as comfortable as the bed. You started down the short hallway, but his voice stopped you.

“Oh, about that,” he said. You glanced back at him. “I’m fine with the couch. You can keep the bedroom.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I’ve slept in a lot worse places.”

“Okay,” you said and went into your bedroom. Dropping to your knees, you pulled out a thin blanket and a pillow that was very flat from under the bed. He’d probably still get cold and would more than likely get a stiff neck, but it was better than nothing.

He was still standing in the same spot when you passed him the bedding. “Thank you,” he said.

You ignored his appreciation. “If you need anything, knock on my door. Cups are in that cabinet,” you pointed, “if you want water. Use the filtered water in the fridge, but fill it up if it gets low.”

“Yes, s– Um, yes, okay.”

Again, you weren’t quite sure what to do. “Alright, well, if that’s all. I’m going to bed.” You rubbed your arm. “Help yourself to some reading.” You tilted your head to the three books on the coffee table.

He caught your eyes and you could see that sincerity in them. “Again, thank you. I really appreciate it.”

You pursed your lips and nodded. You could really use a cigarra right about now. You spun on your heel and headed back to the bedroom.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” the clone called.

You ignored him.

It would be a long time before you fell asleep. You stayed on guard and was ready if he decided to try anything. But after you heard him in the fresher, you heard the squeaks and creaks of the couch and then silence. For hours you laid there and listened, but any sound you heard was from the alley outside. It finally became a struggle to keep your eyes open and you began to drift off to sleep in the early morning. And even though you tried to suppress the feeling, you knew you had felt it right before sleep overtook you.

Hope.

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