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rninies · 7 hours

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✮ silly love

౨ৎ scaramouche x reader. fluff, gn!reader, scara's a tease here lol, modern!au — wc: 647

notes. scara fic for my bday :3

“so, what's going on between you and scaramouche recently? you guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden.” one of your friends suddenly asks and you choked on the french fry you were eating, quickly drinking some water.

“what?”

“you heard me.” your friend gives you a knowing smile. “what’s going on between you and scaramouche? last i heard, he hates talking with people and now he’s all sweet and cute with you.”

your face turns red. “i-i don’t know what you’re talking about. besides, he’s opening up to more people! it’s not just me he’s talking with.”

your friend hums. “mm, then why is he walking this way with a scowl on his face?”

“what-?” you turned your head and they were right. scaramouche is indeed walking here with a scowl on his face. “scara? what’s wrong-”

“i thought you promised we were going to eat lunch together.” scaramouche cuts you off swiftly, sitting down next to you and placing his tray on the table. your friends could only watch in amusement as you tried to find an excuse to calm scaramouche down.

“w-well, i couldn’t find you when class ended! i didn’t want to sit alone like a loser waiting for you to come.” you said with a nervous laugh at the end. “besides, aren’t you bored eating with me every single day?”

“who said i would get bored of you?” scaramouche replies, grabbing a french fry and eats it. he looks at you with a confused look on his face. “why would i get bored of you?”

“you’re saying that as if you have a crush on me.” you let out a laugh, doubling over, smacking your hand on the table as if you said the funniest thing in the world. when you don’t hear a snarky remark from scaramouche, you stop laughing. your friends whispered to each other and quietly left the table, leaving you and scaramouche alone. “you-”

“i’m going to need you to stop for one second because i just find it so incredibly rude that you think i’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass.” scaramouche glares at you, obviously upset. “are you a brick? because you’re dense as fuck.”

your mouth hangs open, still clearly shocked from the sudden confession. “you- what?! when did you start having a crush on me?”

“do i have to explain in detail why i’m in love with you?” he asks, pushing his tray forward. he places his elbow on the table, his hand supporting his head. “well? are you just going to continue to gape at me or are you going to say anything else?” you instantly snap back into reality, clearing your throat.

“ahem,” you fiddled with your thumbs, nervous. “i thought you were the type to not fall in love with anyone.” you avoided eye contact, looking at everything except scaramouche.

scaramouche raises his eyebrows, obviously amused by your nervousness. “what, am i not allowed to have feelings? am i just a puppet to you?”

“okay who said-” you lift your head only to bump your nose against scaramouche’s. you stopped what you were saying, eyes meeting his. scaramouche’s lips slowly turns into a smile and he eventually lets out a laugh, quickly snapping you back to reality. “stop distracting me!”

“what do you mean?” scaramouche asks in a teasing tone. “i have no idea what you’re talking about. me? distracting you? doesn't sound like me at all!”

“haha fuck you.” you glared at scaramouche, picking up your tray, preparing to leave. “i’m leaving. have fun eating alone.”

“wha-” scaramouche quickly gets up, following you. “hey you haven’t replied whether you like me back or not!”

you turned back, giving him a cheeky smile. “you think?” you winked and turned your back to him, not giving scaramouche a chance to reply.

he scoffs. “this brat.”

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rninies · 3 months

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✮ pampering a giant baby - gojo satoru

synopsis: gojo satoru rarely gets sick, but when he does, he acts like a child (you don't mind that because when will you ever get the chance of taking care of gojo?)

warnings: sick gojo, fluff, gn!reader, gojo is stubborn (hates being taken care of) — wc: 528

notes: IM BACK YEAHHHHHHH im almost finished with my finals so here we are :3

“y/n, please leave.” satoru blocks the door with his tall figure, leaving you unable to enter his apartment. “i’m begging you.”

you huff, standing your ground. “i am not leaving until you let me take care of you. you’re sick, toru! your body is heating up as we speak.”

“i’m fine-” satoru lets out a cough. “seriously, just go home! i can take care of myself.” as soon as he says that, he sneezes, knees feeling weak. you quickly catch him before he falls.

“‘i’m fine’ my ass. come on, let me take care of you for once.” you mumble, helping satoru inside. you gently lay him on the couch, to which he instantly rests his head on the pillows. “i’ll go make you some porridge, yeah?”

satoru nods, too weak to speak. you instantly got to work, cooking up a porridge as quietly as possible to not disturb his rest. as soon as you finished making the porridge, you brought it over to satoru, gently waking him up. “toru, wake up. you need to eat.”

satoru reluctantly opens his eyes. “can i eat later? i feel sick.”

“you have to eat now so then you can drink some medicine. after that i promise you i’ll let you sleep as much as you want.” you softly say, helping satoru sit up. “just eat a few bites and i’ll be happy.” you hold the spoon full of warm porridge in front of him and he opens his mouth, just wide enough to eat.

after a few bites, satoru mumbles about how full he feels and you stop, quickly grabbing medicine from the drawer and a cup of water. “here. drink this and you’ll feel better.” satoru drank the medicine and you smiled. “there.”

instead of laying back down on the pillow, he lays his head on your lap. “sorry.”

you tilt your head in confusion. “hm? what are you sorry for?”

“don’t know… just feels annoying being sick.” satoru mumbles, hiding his face in your shirt. “i hate feeling like this.”

“mm, i know, baby. everyone has their sick days. you know how it is.” you say, gently caressing his head. “i don’t mind taking care of you for once, though. it’s a good change. i like it.”

“i should be taking care of you, not the other way around.” satoru complains, finally meeting your eyes. “it’s like- i don’t know. it feels weird.”

“hey, don’t feel bad. i like taking care of you, don’t worry.” you leaned down and gave satoru a quick kiss on the lips, to which he immediately covered his lips. “what?”

“i’m sick! you can’t just kiss me! what if you get sick too?” satoru’s voice is muffled behind his hands. “i don’t want you to get sick too.”

you smiled. “i won’t. trust me. now you go back to sleep and you’ll feel better in the morning because my porridge has magical healing powers.”

satoru laughs and closes his eyes, quickly falling back to sleep.

(the next day, you were woken up by a scratchy throat and blocked nose — to which satoru was delighted because he can finally take care of you).

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rninies · 16 days

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✮ lockscreen

౨ৎ veritas ratio x reader. fluff pure fluff, gn!reader, modern!au, ratio kinda shy ngl — wc: 348

notes. i love veritas sm

“am i your lock screen?”

“what?”

“am i on your lock screen?” you asked once more, leaning closer to veritas. he instinctively leaned back, hiding his phone behind his back. “what? why are you hiding your phone from me?”

veritas clears his throat, straightening his back. he pushes you using his free hand, phone still behind his back. “nothing. i’m not hiding anything.”

“you liar!” you exclaimed, crossing your hands over your chest. “i can’t believe you. i put you- well us, on my lock screen and you don’t? do you not love me?” you asked dramatically, placing a hand over your heart.

“stop, don’t be dramatic.” veritas scowls. “you’ll live. not being my wallpaper doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.”

you gasped. “don’t say that! what if i suddenly disappear one day and your wallpaper is the only thing that reminds you of me? what if all the photos in your gallery suddenly vanished and your wallpaper is the only one in there?”

veritas' lips twitched. “you’re being ridiculous. none of that will ever happen.”

“remember that one time your phone suddenly switched off by itself and won’t turn on anymore?” you start picking your nails, ignoring the way veritas' face changed. “and all your photos and data disappeared?”

veritas sighs. “do you really need to see my lock screen that bad?”

“yes!” you stretched your hand out, patiently waiting for rin to place his phone on your hand. instead of doing that, he holds his phone before you, clicking the power button so it turns on.

his lock screen is a picture of you on one of your first dates with him. it was in an amusement park and you were wearing one of the headbands they were selling there. it’s a blurry picture of you since you were moving in that picture, but you can faintly see the smile on your face, remembering how happy you were when the date happened.

“aw, veritas! i didn’t know you were such a sap! do you love me that much?” you teased.

“shut up, y/n.”

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rninies · 2 months

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✮ drunken confessions

౨ৎ gojo satoru x reader. fluff, fem!reader, nicknames (princess and sweetheart), mentions of alcohol, drunk reader — wc: 791

notes. my choso fic is never gonna finish (start) because i keep writing for gojo wtf

“toruu.” you slur, arms wrapped around his neck as satoru carry you on his back. your breath smells like alcohol due to you drinking two glasses of wine — you’re a lightweight, but that doesn’t stop you from having fun with your friends. satoru had been called prior to the party, your friends knowing that you would need his help getting back home.

“hm?” satoru hums. “what is it?”

“you have such a cute face,” you confess, your hands clumsily squishing his cheeks — satoru gasps as your cold hands touch his cheeks. “just wanna pinch and kiss your cheeks all day.”

satoru laughs. “really? you think i’m cute?”

“mhm,” you reply, eyes drooping. “you’re the cutest man i have ever met.” instead of replying, satoru stays silent, finally realizing that you had indirectly confessed your feelings for him. “i always look forward to meeting you…”

“i do too, princess.” satoru replies softly. when you don’t respond, he knows you have fallen asleep, finally giving in to your drowsiness. he sighs, smiling to himself — he knows he’ll be teasing you about this tomorrow, and if you don’t remember a single thing from tonight, he will make sure you remember.

you wake up to an intense headache the next morning. groaning, you massage your temples, trying to soothe the pain though it doesn’t help. you don’t remember much about yesterday, only remembering that your friends had asked you to come hang out with them. you remember satoru coming to the club but after that, you don’t remember anything else.

scanning the room, you don’t notice anything out of the ordinary, only a glass of water next to your bedside table with a small sticky note right next to it. you grab the sticky note, reading ‘text me when u wake up plz’ in satoru’s handwriting. confused, you grab your phone and write a quick text to satoru.

in ten minutes, you hear a knock on your door, already expecting it to be satoru. “i’m letting myself in! you don’t mind, do you?” satoru asks, already inside your home without waiting for you to reply.

“you do that every day, you don’t have to ask,” you reply, walking down the stairs. satoru is wearing a white t-shirt with shorts (you can’t help but stare because how can someone wear something so casual but still look so good?). clearing your throat, you avert your eyes. “why did you ask me to text you?” you ask, showing satoru the note he wrote.

“oh,” he sighs. “do you remember anything from last night? anything at all?”

“um, i do remember going to the club with my friends. you were there too… other than that i don’t remember anything else.” you reply. “why?” satoru looks disappointed, and you wonder if you have said something wrong. he suddenly walks up to you before turning you around. “what are you doing?”

satoru suddenly squishes your cheeks from behind, repeating your words from last night. “you have such a cute face. just wanna pinch and kiss your cheeks all day.”

all the memories from last night flooded back into your head, remembering everything that happened between you and satoru. your eyes widen, cheeks turning red. “you-!” you turn your head, eyes meeting satoru.

satoru smiles. “do you remember now?”

“i can’t-” you look away, can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. “i can’t believe you remember that.”

“i couldn’t sleep last night because you confessed to me and you expect me to forget about it?” satoru asks in disbelief, turning you around so he can see you better. “you’re asking the impossible here, sweetheart.”

“sweet-” you choked on your spit. “what?”

“what?” satoru asks innocently. “am i not allowed to call you that? i thought we were dating now?”

“we- huh?!” you exclaim. “we are?!”

“oh,” satoru takes your hand in his. “would you like to go out with me?” he looks at you, a big smile on his face. you open your mouth to respond but no words come out of your mouth. your mind goes blank when you see satoru’s smile, the only thing in your mind being how cute he is. “if you’re not going to say anything i’m going to assume it’s a yes and you do want to go out with me.”

“was me confessing yesterday not enough?” you blurt out, crossing your arms. “yes, i would like to go out with you, idiot.”

“that’s better.” satoru says, kissing your forehead. “well then!” he claps his hands. “go get ready. i want to take you somewhere today.”

“wha- now?” you ask. satoru nods, pushing you up the stairs. “but-”

“no buts! you agreed to be my girlfriend so you better be prepared for surprise dates!”

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rninies · 3 months

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✮ sleeping over - gojo satoru

synopsis: gojo satoru finally convinces you to stay over his place.

warnings: fluff, gn!reader, pouty gojo, reader loves teasing him — wc: 698

notes: new fic after idk how many days yipee hey people

satoru dislikes staying at home sometimes. it’s not about how fancy his house is or even how comfortable it is. no, it’s about not having you in the house. he loves your company a lot and is always so dependent on you. he loves hugging you, kissing you, touching you — satoru loves your presence so much that he feels like he can’t live without you (it’s such an exaggeration you say to him when he says that to you).

“y/n, baby, honey,” satoru whines. he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back down onto his lap as you are about to stand up. “are you going to stay over tonight?”

“…mm, maybe next time,” you reply, and satoru groans.

“you always say next time, though.” satoru pouts, resting his chin on your shoulder. “come on. just this once. we’ve been dating for four months now! it’s gotta happen someday.” the way he tightens his grip on your waist is a silent beg for you to stay. “please?”

you sigh, finally giving in. “okay, fine.” satoru gasps, happy. “but you will be taking care of dinner tonight.”

“okay!” satoru says in excitement. “what do you want? sushi? pizza? pasta? say anything and you’ll get it!”

you stifled a laugh. “hm, you can just make anything you want. i don’t mind.”

“okay. i’ll make us some kitsune udon.” satoru says. you nod in agreement.

satoru lets go of you, allowing you to move away from him. he takes the ingredients out and starts cooking. you silently admire satoru from the couch, looking at him cutting up the ingredients, boiling the water, and waiting for the udon to finish. as soon as he finishes, he sets the two bowls down on the table, clapping his hands in satisfaction.

“dinner’s ready!” satoru exclaims. you stand up, the smell of kitsune udon filling your nose. “mm, it smells amazing, toru!”

“of course it does.” satoru smugly says. “i’m the best cook after all. the best one you’ll ever meet in the entire world.”

“pft-” you giggled. “yeah, okay whatever you say, master chef satoru.” satoru frowns, not taking the insult (as he would call it) very well. however, instead of refuting you, he sits down at the left side of the table, far from you, and starts eating quietly. “why are you sitting so far away from me?”

“no reason why.” satoru shrugs, continuing to eat his udon. “why? you got a problem with that?”

you suppress the smile from forming on your face, knowing the reason behind this. “no. just wondering why.”

satoru frowns once more, upset at the lack of reaction. he stands up and sits next to you, slamming his bowl on the table, and spilling a little bit of the soup. “i can never get to you can i?”

“nope.” you say, popping the ‘p’. “you’re just too cute when you’re mad.”

“i hate you,” satoru mumbles. “i hate you with my every soul. i regret inviting you to stay over.”

“yeah, okay,” you say, finishing your udon. “wanna watch a movie after this?”

“yes.” satoru replies immediately. you both finish your meal, satoru immediately takes your bowl to wash it. “you can go pick the movie. if you pick the same barbie movie-”

“i am definitely watching barbie: princess charm school,” you say and rush to the couch. satoru chases after you and the both of you grab the remote, fighting over it. “hey-! come on, give me the remote, toru!”

“no way! i am not watching that movie for the tenth time this week and it’s only tuesday!” satoru says. “let me watch something i’ve been wanting to watch already! come on, let’s watch horror!”

“no way!” you exclaim, pulling the remote harder. “you know how much i hate horror! you’re the one who asked me to pick the movie for tonight so you better let me watch barbie!”

satoru pulls the remote back and it actually leaves your hand, making you lose your balance. you gasp, trying to catch your balance but you fail. satoru quickly catches you and the both of you fall on the couch. unsurprisingly, you fall on top of satoru, to which he is very happy about. “hey.” he says with a smile on his face.

“don’t say anything.” you frowned, though you were in a really comfortable position. “don’t move, actually. i’m really comfortable.”

“what?” satoru laughs. “at least let me be comfortable.” he holds you gently as he moves back to the couch. “there. and since i’m a nice host, i’ll let you watch barbie.”

“really? yeay!” your eyes sparkled happily. you grab the remote and play it. “just admit you like this movie. it’s a fun one!”

“yeah, sure.” satoru’s eyes are on you, watching the pretty smile on your face widen as the introduction to the movie starts. “i do like it.”

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rninies · 3 months

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✮ tales of the heart

౨ৎ gojo satoru x reader. fluff, fem!reader, gojo being whipped for you lol — wc: 508

notes. uni is starting today so it'll take a while for new fics to come out </3

“babe?” satoru calls out from the other side of the door. “are you ready? we’re going to be late for our reservation. you know how hard it is to get a spot in this restaurant.”

“just a minute, toru!” you exclaim, trying to adjust your necklace but it’s difficult. “actually, can you come in and help me? i can’t put this necklace on.”

“oh, of course.” satoru opens the door and is immediately stunned by how gorgeous you look in your pretty white dress. he does not move an inch, quietly admiring you. “you-”

“toru, stop standing there and help me!” you giggled, finding it funny how satoru was standing near the door, mouth gaping. “you can admire me after you help me put on this necklace, yeah?” you dangle the necklace in front of you and satoru walks over, grabbing the necklace from your hands. “just hook it on the last opening you see.”

satoru hums. when he finishes helping you put the necklace on, he turns you around, squishing your face. “stop being so pretty, it hurts.” your eyebrows furrowed. “you’re too pretty you know that right?”

“shtop, you’re going to wreck my makeup!” you complain, prying his hands off of your face. “ah- you ruined my lipstick!” you pout, grabbing your lipstick from the vanity, and before you can reapply it, satoru grabs it from your hands. “hey!”

“you look beautiful, my love.” satoru whispers ever so softly. “the most beautiful woman in the world.” he gently kisses you, a hand on your hips. your hands find their way to his hair. when he pulls away, both of you are breathless, eventually laughing at how messy the both of you are from the kiss. “we have to get ready all over again.”

“mm, not really.” you gently straighten his suit and hair, returning it to its original state. “there. you look perfect.”

satoru looks at himself in the mirror and then back at your messy lipstick. he grabs a makeup remover, gently removing the mess from the corners of your lips. he then grabs your lipstick, reapplying it for you. “and you look perfect as well.” he smiles and looks at his watch. “oh my god- hurry! we have to leave now!”

satoru grabs your wrist and pulls you out the door, to which you manage to grab your purse in time. “toru-! slow down! my heels!”

“can’t! we’re going to be late, princess!” satoru exclaims, opening the car door for you. he rushes back into the house, grabbing your heels. he starts the car, handing the heels over to you. “here.”

“thank you.” you thanked him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, to which he freezes in his place. “let’s go! we’re going to be late.”

“ah-” satoru snaps out of his daze and quickly starts up the car. “we’re going to have the best dinner ever. i have lots of things planned for tonight.”

“really?” you asked as you buckled your seatbelt. “i’m excited.”

“you better be.” satoru winks at you.

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rninies · 13 days

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✮ captivated hearts

౨ৎ aventurine x reader. fluff, gn!reader, mentions of alcohol — wc: 342

notes. AVENTURINE MY BELOVED BABY

aventurine is a lightweight drinker.

maybe you should have kept that in mind when you asked him to go out drinking with you. “are you drunk?” you asked aventurine as soon as you opened the front door (after struggling to keep him up with one hand and getting your keys from your back pocket).

“mmm. drunk on my feelings for you.” aventurine replied, a silly smile on his face as he pokes your cheek.

“…yep, you’re drunk,” you concluded, helping aventurine to sit on the bed. “i’ll go get you-” aventurine pulls you down on his lap, hugging you tightly. “what are you doing?”

“don’t leave,” aventurine pouts, resting his head on your shoulder, his eyes closed. “wanna cuddle.”

you laughed. “i’m not leaving, aven. i’m just going to grab a glass of water for your drunk ass.”

“whaaat? i’m not drunk, you’re drunk,” aventurine replies, hiding his face into the crook of your neck. “‘m not drunk.”

“really? you're slurring your words, your cheeks are red, and you’re talking nonsense. this isn’t drunk aventurine i’m talking to right now?” you asked, turning your body to cup aventurine's cheeks. “i’m pretty sure i’m talking to drunk aventurine.”

“nooo, this is just me loving you!” aventurine defends, opening his eyes a little. “...hi pretty.”

you blinked, cheeks turning slightly red at the sudden compliment. “hello, cutie. how may i help you today?”

“gimme kiss?” aventurine requested, puckering his lips. “come on, pretty please?”

you sighed, giving in to aventurine. you gave him a small peck on his lips. “there, happy? now can i get you that glass of water i promised?”

aventurine gave you a satisfied smile, nodding his head. “mm, sure,” his arms slowly loosened from your waist, allowing you to stand up. you gently helped aventurine to lay down on the bed, giving him a quick kiss on his forehead. “hurry back, please.”

you chuckled. “mhm, i’ll be right back.”

(well, by the time you came back to give him a drink, he was already fast asleep, cuddling a pillow).

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rninies · 3 months

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✮ so you do like me - gojo satoru

synopsis: you and gojo confess in an unexpected situation.

warnings: fluff, chaotic reader and gojo, gn!reader, gojo is tiny bit oblivious — wc: 746

notes: i love oblivious gojo i think hes so stupid (affectionate)

gojo satoru is annoying.

you’re saying this as his best friend who’s been with him for years, and even though you’ve been friends for that long, he’s never failed to annoy the shit out of you. there’s never a day where he doesn’t bother you about the stupidest stuff ever — you remember getting a call from him at three in the morning asking if you had any spare hand soap at your place (you got mad at him for a day for that).

hearing satoru sigh for the tenth time today, you turned to look at him. “what is it? why are you so… gloomy today?”

“nothing,” he repeats the same answer he gave you two minutes ago which makes you sigh as well, giving up on asking any more questions. when he sees your uninterested eyes, he sits up straight. “okay, well, i have this problem and you’re my closest friend but-” satoru groans, leaning back against the chair and placing a hand over his face.

that piqued your interest. “but?”

“it’s hard.” satoru shakes his head in distress. “it’s so annoying i can’t talk about it.”

your eyebrows furrowed. “what do you mean you can’t talk about it? you can always talk about anything with me.”

“no, see! that’s the problem here.” satoru stands up and walks towards you. “do you know how goddamn hard it is having a crush on someone and not being able to talk about it with the only person you want to talk to it about because it’s about them?” he exclaims, frustrated at himself.

you paused. “yes, i do. i absolutely do and it’s horrible. trust me, satoru, i know.”

“how do you know? i’ve never seen you look at anyone with hearts in your eyes.” satoru narrows his eyes. “i’ve never even heard you talk about crushes ever since we became friends!”

“you’re so dense.” you sighed, finally mustering up the courage to say it. “it’s you, dumbass. i’ve had a crush on you like two weeks after we became friends. i’ve never talked about crushes with you because it’s you i have a crush on. how am i supposed to talk about being in love with you to you?”

“huh?” satoru freezes in his place, brain malfunctioning with the information you just gave him. “wait- huh?”

“take all the time you need, toru.” you crossed your arms, patiently waiting for satoru to say something coherent.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING TO ME?” satoru bursts, arms flailing around. “we- why didn’t you say anything about having a crush on me? wasn’t i obvious with my feelings for you?! i thought you would’ve known about what i felt when i-”

“when you what?”

“when i gave you my last piece of chicken nugget!” he exclaims.

you paused. “seriously? you giving me your last chicken nugget is a sign of love?”

“have you never read or watched anything romantic? people would usually give up their last piece of their favorite food to their lover!” satoru asks, and you shake your head making satoru gasp. “you’re so uncultured.”

“um? i meant that i had never seen anyone do that. ever.” you replied. “you’re the one who’s watching weird “romance” movies!”

“don’t you dare call my romance movies weird! you just have to watch it with me and you’ll be in love immediately.” satoru huffs, walking closer to you so that you can smell his cologne. “so? what do we do now?”

“are you just going to stand in front of me and not ask me out on a date?” you asked, and satoru laughed, pulling you into a tight hug.

“so,” satoru says as soon as he removes his arms form you. “you had a crush on me, hm?”

you scoff. “as if you didn’t.”

“it is because i’m absolutely irresistible?” satoru gives you a smug smile.

“as if.” you reply. “no, it’s because you’re an idiot, and-” you paused, taking in a deep breath, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “and i can’t imagine life without you.”

“oh my god.” satoru gasps. “you’re such a romantic! aw, y/n!” he embraces you once more, but this time, you tripped and ended up falling on the bed, his figure crushing you.

“satoru-” you wheeze, slapping his back. “can’t breathe. let. go.”

“no way. i’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” satoru smiles down at you. “i love you.”

your ears turn red and you immediately look away. “...i love you too.”

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rninies · 3 months

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✮ plushy overload

౨ৎ gojo satoru x reader. fluff, gn!reader, reader is a plushy lover, self indulgent btw because im a plushy lover — wc: 517

NOTES. it's canon gojo gets jealous of plushies btw (source: trust me)

“y/n for the last time please remove pompompurin and dumbo off of the bed.” satoru complains yet again for the tenth time today. “you never cuddle with me at night anymore!”

“look, toru.” you sigh, getting ready to explain to him again. “i cannot just put them back on my shelf. i love them, okay? my plushies are precious to me so don’t you dare ask me to put them on my shelf again.”

“do you love me or your plushies more?” satoru asks, crossing his arms. “it’s time to pick, y/n. and before you say anything, you can’t pick both.”

you gasp, not understanding why he’s suddenly so jealous of an inanimate object. “hey you can’t do this to me! i love the both of you a lot.”

“wow,” satoru claps dramatically. “you don’t love me anymore. y/n does not love me anymore. this is the worst day of my life. my life is flashing before my eyes. knees feeling weak. heart slowly-”

“toru stop being dramatic,” you say. “plushies have nothing against you.” you cup satoru’s face, giving him a sweet smile. “you’re the love of my life. the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i love you, okay?”

satoru pouts. “but you’re never putting them back on the shelf. i can’t cuddle you anymore! you know how much i love to cuddle you at night. it helps me sleep soundly.”

“and i sleep soundly when i cuddle my plushies.” satoru frowns once again once he hears you. “what? stop frowning. you try cuddling my plushies for once and you’ll understand what i mean.”

“no way.” satoru refuses. “i don’t want to cuddle my enemy.” he glares at the two innocent plushies sitting on the edge of the bed. “they are the worst enemies i have encountered in my life. i can’t even defeat them using my abilities!”

“touch them and i will not sleep on the same bed as you ever again.” you threatened, to which satoru immediately gulps. he gently pats the head of pompompurin, smiling at you (you know it’s a fake one). “good.”

once you have your back turned to him, he glares at the plushies. “it’s not over between us. one day, i will find a way to put you back on the shelf.”

“i can still hear you, toru.” you sigh. “wanna go out for lunch? i’m starving.”

“you heard nothing, sweetheart.” satoru says, chasing after you. “what do you wanna eat? takoyaki? ramen? pick anything you want and i’ll buy it for you.”

“if this is your way of coaxing me to put them on the shelf it’s not happening,” you say, grabbing your phone from the desk. you hear satoru groan behind you and can’t help but be amused. “but, since you’re so willing to buy me food today, i’ll cuddle you instead of the plushies tonight.”

satoru’s eyes immediately light up. “really?! aw, baby. you miss my touch too, do you?” you glare at him. “i love you.” he kisses the top of your head lovingly, intertwining your hands together. “let’s go.”

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rninies · 5 months

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You're Mine!

synopsis: Gojo Satoru doesn't mind sharing until it comes to you.

warnings: fluff, gn!reader, ooc gojo (i think), possessive gojo, geto is so done with gojo — wc: 541

notes: hello tumblr enjoy my very first fic :3

“Satoru, please let me go.” you pleaded for the tenth time today. Suguru watches from across the hallway, letting out a sigh as he sees Satoru’s arm wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder.

“No.” Satoru mumbles, voice muffled as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. “Wanna be like this forever. You don’t need to be anywhere. Just stay here with me.”

“I have work today, Satoru. My boss is going to kill me if I come in late.” you tried prying his hands off of your waist but when your hands tried to make contact with his wrist, it stopped just above it. “Seriously?”

You can feel Satoru smile against your shoulder. “What? I didn’t do anything.” He lifts his head and gives you a cheeky smile. “So, are you going to stay home?”

“What? No. I can’t just take a day off from work just because you want me to.” you say. “Now please let me go. Your students need you too. And Geto.” you pointed at Suguru, but Satoru still doesn’t budge. “Satoru.”

He whines childishly, tightening his grip. “Please. Just take a day off once. I’ll explain everything to your boss when he asks, promise! Besides, the students love it when you join me.”

You give Suguru a ‘help me please’ look but he only shrugs, giving you a thumbs up while mouthing the words ‘Good luck, Y/N.’ and leaves. You mentally curse Suguru in your mind, promising yourself that you’ll give him a punch when class is over.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you caved in. “Okay, fine. I’ll skip work for today,” Satoru immediately raises his head, a big smile on his face. “Only for today. I can’t afford to keep skipping work just because you asked me to.”

Satoru’s smile changed from a happy smile to a smug smile. “You know you’re lying. You skipped work for me plenty of time already. Remember the time I asked you to come here because I was feeling sick?”

Your eyes narrowed, remembering all too well how Satoru tricked you into skipping work because “he wasn’t feeling well”. He was lying, of course. As soon as you arrive at the classroom, medicine in your bag, you find Satoru lying on top of the desks, his students circling him — Yuuji said Satoru didn’t feel like teaching today because you weren’t there with him (you gave, or at least tried to, him a good punch on the shoulder).

“I was tricked into skipping work that time.“ you frowned, giving Satoru a smack on the head. “You said you were sick when in fact you weren’t.”

“Not having my daily dose of Y/N makes me feel unwell, you know that.” Satoru dramatically says, a cheeky smile appearing on his face. You glared at him. “Don’t give me that glare. You know very well how much you mean to me.”

The smile Satoru gives you is enough to make your knees weaken. “Okay, fine. I’m staying here so will you please let me go?”

“No, you’re actually pretty comfortable to hold so I’ll stay like this, thanks.” Satoru giggles, making you groan.

Maybe Satoru really dislikes having to let you go sometimes.

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rninies · 8 days

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✮ uncover my love

౨ৎ aventurine x reader. fluff, gn!reader, aventurine is kinda annoying (affectionate) here — wc: 335

notes. i love aventurine did you guys know that

"aven... what are all these?"

that was the first thing you said when you arrived home. the kitchen table was full of bags, and you notice that some of them were either filled with snacks or what looks like items.

"surprise, love!" aventurine's head pokes out from who knows where. "do you like the things i bought you?"

"these are all for me? aven, i thought i told you to stop spending your money on useless things!" you sighed, shaking your head. "i told you to stop buying things for me, didn't i?"

"but they're not useless! look at this stuffed animal. looks just like you, right?" he lifts the bunny up to his face and shows it to you. "see?"

"there is nothing similar with me and the bunny! what are you implying?" you asked, patiently waiting for him to answer.

"it's because you two are cute!" aventurine exclaims, poking his head out from the side of the doll. "the bunny is cute, and so are you."

you let out a sound of embarrassment, placing your hand on your head, shaking your head. "you are so insufferable."

"it’s not my fault you’re so cute, now is it?" aventurine teases, poking your shoulder. he gently places the doll in your hands, quickly avoiding the slap you were about to give him. "what was that for?!"

"for being an annoying little shit." you deadpanned, throwing the bunny at his face. aventurine swiftly catches it, a small pout on his face.

"why would you throw this cute bunny for? she doesn't deserve it," aventurine dramatically says in a sad tone, hugging the bunny tight in his arms. "don't mind them, they're just being moody that's all." he pokes the bunny's nose and you cringed at the sight of it.

"never do that in front of me ever again, aven." you pointed out, walking away from the kitchen.

"ah- baby wait!" aventurine drops the bunny on the kitchen table, promptly chasing after you — most likely for cuddles.

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rninies · 9 days

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✮ one bite

౨ৎ veritas ratio x reader. fluff, gn!reader, ratio has bad taste in ice cream (sorry not sorry), modern!au, ratio is a model here LOL — wc: 465

notes. i love my silly tsundere also, if i open a taglist for hsr fics would anyone want to join? </3

going out with veritas on dates is a rare occurrence, especially since he’s busy 24/7. the only few times you could go on one is when it’s either a public holiday or just a rare free day off his manager gives.

today was one of those free lucky day off. veritas has booked a restaurant in advance, so here you are, sitting in an ice cream shop after eating in a fancy restaurant (you wanted dessert and veritas couldn’t say no).

“can i get a bite of your ice cream?” you asked veritas after receiving both of your ice cream orders. “i wanna try it.”

“no,” veritas raises his ice cream cup higher so you aren’t able to reach it. “i’m not going to give you a bite because i know you’re not going to like it. then you’re going to ask me how the hell i like it, and i don’t want to listen to that right now.”

your jaw drops in disbelief. “how would you know i don’t like it?! i haven’t even tried!”

“i know your taste, and knowing what type of food you like and stuff, you will hate the ice cream i chose.” veritas points out pretty obviously.

you frowned in response, eating your ice cream in disappointment. “you’re so mean to me sometimes, i hate you. so stingy.”

“stingy?” veritas repeats, sounding offended. “i’m just trying to save myself from your nagging on my food tastes,” he gives you a smug grin, and you were so close to just slapping the grin away from his face. “plus, you have your own ice cream.”

“you know how much i love taking small bites from yours! just one bite, i promise i won’t complain about how disgusting it tastes,” you swear, placing a hand over your heart to show your sincerity (or at least you tried to show how sincere you look).

veritas stares at you for five seconds straight and lets out a begrudging sigh. “fine, but if i hear one word of complaint escape your mouth i am taking away those chips you love.”

you nodded quickly, taking veritas's ice cream in your hands. you observed it for a while before taking a small bite — veritas was right. you hated this, but knowing that he will get angry at you for complaining, you kept it to yourself. “mm… delicious…” you hesitantly veritas, handing veritas his ice cream back.

he looks at you with a weird look. “really? are you sure you like it?”

you nod, not wanting to say anything else because you know you’re going to complain. veritas leads you back to the car, driving back home.

“...that ice cream tasted so disgusting.” you ended up saying in the middle of the ride.

“i fucking knew it.”

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rninies · 18 days

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✮ math problems

౨ৎ veritas ratio x reader. fluff, gn!reader, annoying ass ratio — wc: 711

notes. IM FINALLY BACK HI EVERYONE WHO MISSED ME (probably no one)

veritas ratio is known to be the math expert in your university. not only was he the top student in your class, but the first-place champion in the mathematics olympians last year. sure, most girls are after him for his intelligence, but he is also insanely good-looking. lucky for you, veritas has had his eyes on you ever since your first day in university. it wasn’t a necessarily admirable first meet, but you came in late for your first class, and the only seat available was right next to veritas (you are sure every single girl in your class was looking at you with jealousy).

ever since that day, veritas has made it his goal in life to annoy you with his stupidly smart use of vocabulary and math knowledge. While he is basically flying as free as a bird during math class, you are suffering, not understanding a single meaning on your worksheet.

veritas, seeing you looking down on your paper confused, laughs mockingly. “are you seriously stumped over a math question? you know that’s the first question, right?” he places a hand under his chin, using it as a support to look at you. “do you need help?”

“no!” you immediately decline his offer, wanting to prove that you did not need his help. but, after five minutes of looking over the formulas and back to the worksheet, you sighed in despair, forehead coming into contact with the table. “okay, fine. Help.”

veritas raises his eyebrows. “ask nicely, then i will consider.”

you groaned. “please help me.”

veritas smiles, satisfied. “okay, you need to use this formula instead of the formula you’ve been staring at for the past five minutes. that formula is only needed in the later questions.” he points at the formula you’ve written on the first page of your notebook.

“why didn’t you tell me before?!” you exclaim. “you must have thought i am an idiot for staring at the wrong formula.” you chewed the inside of your cheek, avoiding eye contact from veritas.

“you didn’t ask.” veritas shrugs. “besides, it is kind of funny seeing your struggle to correlate the wrong formula to the equation.” you slap his forearm, and he dramatically holds his arm, face scrunching in pain. “ow! that hurts!”

“oh come on, don’t be dramatic. besides, you’re way stronger than me.” you point out. “now help me solve the rest of the questions.” you give veritas the sweetest smile you can muster. “please.”

veritas scoffs at the fakeness of your smile but helps you regardless. he won’t admit it out loud, but seeing you smile at him makes his heart flutter — the way you smile at him, how you give him a proud look after solving a math question without his help, anything that you do makes his heart flutter.

as you solve the next questions, finally understanding what each means, you don’t notice the way veritas looks at you, eyes softening as he sees you concentrate on the questions.

the bell rings, snapping veritas out of his daze. he clears his throat and starts packing his bags. But, before he gets to do so, you slam your worksheet on his table. “look! everything’s correct, right?” he looks up and sees your eyes filled with hope. as he checks your worksheet, a warm feeling embraces him, finding out that everything is indeed correct.

“mhm. perfect score.” veritas messily drew a smiley face on top of your worksheet and you smiled happily, squealing. unable to contain your happiness, you hug him tightly. “woah-!”

“thank you, thank you, thank you!” before you know it, you plant a kiss on his cheek. shocked by your own actions, you immediately pull away, embarrassed. “i-i’m so sorry! that-”

“no, i don’t mind.” veritas mumbles, his cheeks turning red. “that was… nice.”

you blinked and burst out laughing. “nice? that's your first response to someone kissing you?”

“what else do you want me to say?” veritas huffs, crossing his arms. “oh, your kiss has saved me from the pain and suffering of math class?” he says sarcastically.

“now you’re exaggerating it.” you sigh. “since when did you ever suffer during math class?” instead of answering you, veritas just winks at you.

“so,” he starts. “when's our first date?”

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rninies · 4 months

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Oranges

synopsis: Peeling oranges was something Gojo hated, but it's different when it comes to peeling them for you

warnings: fluff, gojo being a sap, gn!reader — wc: 468

notes: hellaur sorry this took so long </3

Gojo Satoru hates oranges.

It’s not like he hates the taste of it. He hates peeling oranges. It’s a hassle, he thinks. The way his hands get dirty whenever he tries to peel them. He’s tried using plastic gloves to peel them, but it always ends up with him throwing the gloves to the side, annoyed that they keep sliding off his fingers.

You loved eating oranges.

You live the sweet and sour taste it brings you — the way they make you feel happy whenever you eat one. In fact, you liked peeling oranges. Sure, it is a hassle, but when you get to eat the hard-earned orange, you feel kind of accomplished. Whenever Satoru sees you peeling oranges, his eyebrows furrow, basically asking you why you would go out of your way to get your hands dirty just to eat an orange.

You’d always answer with a simple “Because they’re delicious!” Satoru ends up looking at you weirdly but you don’t pay attention to that.

“Satoru, can you pack the oranges for me?” you exclaimed from the bedroom as you got ready for work. “I want to bring them as a snack for later when I get hungry.”

Satoru eyes the oranges on the kitchen table. “Can’t you just bring chips? They’re way easier to eat, you know.” He sighs and goes to take the oranges on the table but stops midway. Instead of placing them in your lunch bag, he sits down on the chair and starts to carefully peel the orange, frowning when his hands start getting dirty.

You walk down the stairs, fixing your scarf. “Did you put the oranges- Satoru?”

“Hm?” Satoru hums in response, eyes fixated on the orange. “Hold on, I’m almost finished peeling this last orange.” he finishes peeling that last orange and stands up, washing his hands in the sink. “What is it?”

You smiled, walking up to him. “You peeled my oranges for me.”

“Yeah… is that a problem?” Satoru asks, clearly confused.

“Oh no.” you cupped his face. “You hate peeling oranges, remember?”

“Oh,” Satoru sighs. “I don’t mind peeling oranges when it comes to you. Anything for my beloved.” He tries to play it off as him teasing you, but the way the tip of his ears turns red gives everything away. “Stop looking at me like that.”

You laughed. “You’re so cute, Satoru. Thank you for peeling my oranges, I appreciate it. Now I don’t have to peel them during work.”

“See?” Satoru exclaims in excitement. “I’m doing you a good deed. I’m giving you an easier time at work.” He grabs a small container from the cupboard and places the peeled oranges in it. “Here you go, my love.”

“Thank you.” you smiled at him.

Maybe Gojo Satoru doesn’t hate oranges. Only for you.

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rninies · 2 months

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✮ only wanna be with you

౨ৎ gojo satoru x reader. fluff, gn!reader, gojo is so in love w you — wc: 437

notes. small gojo drabble bcs i miss him

date nights with satoru always meant he had something interesting for the two of you. you could never predict what he’s thinking, so once he asks you out on a date, you would agree without asking him what he has planned (usually because he never wants to reply. instead, he just gives you a wink without saying anything else).

it was confusing to choose an outfit when you had no idea what kind of date satoru was bringing you on, so you chose your favorite outfit out of your whole wardrobe. although it was your favorite, you haven’t worn it for a long time so satoru hasn’t had the chance to see you in it.

“y/n, are you done-” satoru stops, seeing how beautiful you look in your outfit. he leans against the doorway, hiding his smile behind his hand. "you look gorgeous. stunning. jaw-dropping. breathtaking. do you see what i'm trying to get at?"

“okay, that was so exaggerated. i do not look that nice.” you mumbled, looking down at your outfit. “does it look weird? should i change into-”

satoru stops you, walking up to you to hold your hand. “no, don’t. you look beautiful, my love. i mean it. i meant every word i just said before. i think i fell in love with you all over again.”

“pft-” you let out a laugh, and satoru frowns. “sorry it’s just- you’re so corny tonight are you okay? did you hit your head anywhere?”

“how dare you!” satoru lets out an exaggerated gasp. “i’m just showing you my love and affection and this is how you treat me? my heart hurts.” he places a hand over his heart, giving you a pout.

“oh don’t be so dramatic, you know i love you.” you poked his nose, giving him a smile. “okay seriously, where are we going tonight? you still haven’t told me where we’re going.”

“i told you it’s a surprise. it’s not fun if i tell you where we’re going.” satoru winks and you sigh, not pressing any further. “shall we get going, my love? we have a long night ahead of us.”

you lightly slapped his forearm. “don’t make it sound so dirty.”

“whaaaat?” satoru innocently asks. “i’m just asking you if we should go now or not. don’t hit me just because i asked.”

“you know what you were saying. i’m leaving you behind if you don’t stop your little jokes.” you frowned, already making your way out the bedroom door.

“hey-! you can’t leave me behind if you don’t even know where we’re going tonight!” satoru exclaims, running after you.

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rninies · 7 days

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✮ petty arguments

౨ৎ veritas ratio x reader. fluff, gn!reader, annoying ass ratio actually BOO — wc: 404

notes. im in aventurine and ratio brainrot guys this is bad

"move, you're on my side of the couch." veritas mutters, pushing you off the couch.

you made a shocked sound as your butt lands on the floor. immediately, you stood up and turned to look at veritas, glaring at him. "what the fuck was that for?! you could've just sat down next to me or better yet, ask me to move? why did you have to push me off the couch for?!"

"it was easier that way," veritas shrugs, opening the pack of chips he's holding. "want one?" he holds out the chips to you, and you grabbed the whole thing. "hey, i told you one-"

"compensation for pushing me off the couch." you cut him off, grabbing a handful of chips and shoved them in your mouth, crumbs falling out the side of your mouth.

veritas scrunches his nose at the (disgusting) sight. "gross."

you smiled at him sarcastically, handing him back the bag of chips (which was practically almost empty). "here. thanks for the compensation."

veritas looks into the pack and sighs in disappointment, placing it on the table instead of finishing it. "get me another one if you're just going to finish the one i'm eating."

"what do you mean finished?" you asked innocently. "there's still some left!"

"it's yours now," veritas replies, standing up to grab another one, to which you immediately sit back down on the couch. "do you want one too or are you just going to leech off of mine?"

"mm, what do you think?" you asked, knowing full well that veritas knows you're just going to eat from the same pack as him. he returns, sitting next to you instead of pushing you off (to which you're super grateful of). "oh, barbecue flavor!"

as you're about to reach for the chips, veritas pulls it out of your reach. "i am not letting you hold this."

"you're so unfair," you huffed, crossing your arms. "i'm just trying to be a good lover and hold it for you."

"'holding it for you' just means you're going to eat everything so no thanks, y/n." veritas says and you rolled your eyes.

"yeah well, give me some," you held out your hand for veritas to put some chips on it. instead of giving you a couple he only hands you one chip. "wha- why did you only give me one?"

"that's what you deserve." veritas replies.

"what the fuck, veritas?"

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