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GRADUATION✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. mentions mental health. WORD COUNT: 3.4k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc. lover girl!oc. high school lovers.

SYNOPSIS: satoru and oc gojo girlfriend finally graduate from tokyo jujutsu high school! AUTHOR'S NOTE: happy easter and graduation season for those who are graduating this year! 💚 i realized that when i was writing this, oc gojo girlfriend loves satoru so much. i used to write that satoru loved her more, but after this fic, i'm not so sure lol. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions, please do!

tokyo jujutsu high library

“who’s most likely to be on the bachelor?” you asked your bestfriend, shoko ieiri.

even though he wasn’t graduating this year, you and shoko both said in unison, “kento nanami.”

you giggled at the thought of how uncomfortable nanami would be as a bachelor contestant, “you know nanami would absolutely hate being on the bachelor though.”

shoko nodded her head in agreement while reading the other high school superlatives. “what about life of the party?”

again in unison, “satoru gojo.”

“how about this one?” shoko asked, “most likely to sleep through an earthquake.”

“if that’s not me, it has to be tsumiki.” you laughed out loud, knowing that your sleep was sacred to you and nothing could wake you up, “—and worst case of senioritis goes to you, shoko.”

shoko couldn’t disagree with that superlative. she grinned and read the next prompt.

“cutest couple obviously goes to you and gojo.” shoko chuckled before sighing. she pursed her lips, “ah—best bromance…”

“you already know who that should’ve went to,” you said with a soft frown, “satoru has been having a hard time this week—he thinks he’s good at hiding his emotions from me, but i know him too well.”

this week was your graduation ceremony for your whopping class of 3 tokyo jujutsu high sorcerers. jujutsu high school graduations weren’t that big of a celebration like most traditional high school graduations, but it was still important for the school to commemorate their young sorcerers on graduating—and also even making it to graduation given the dangers of being a sorcerer.

suguru geto, who was also known as satoru’s other half, his one and only, wasn’t able to be here to graduate with you, shoko, and satoru due to his decision to go his own way. suguru had a different vision in life, and he decided to leave everything behind to achieve it—including leaving behind his bestfriend, satoru. (read ‘to be present’ here)

shoko sighed as you looked back at her. it must’ve also been hard on shoko, who was a part of their trio. sashisu was shoko’s, satoru’s, and suguru’s group name. they were practically inseparable before you came along.

“suguru should’ve been here too.” shoko said quietly.

you patted her back softly, a measly attempt to comfort her, “i know.”

you heard the library door slide open, satoru waltzed through the door with a blue lollipop in his hand.

“you done perfecting your valedictorian speech yet?” satoru asked as he sat down beside you, kicking his feet on top of the library table as you and shoko closed out of the yearbook superlative tab.

you smiled warmly at him, “yeah, it’s been done.”

of course you were the valedictorian of your class. you took your studies very seriously compared to shoko and satoru. not only were you the valedictorian, but you also planned the graduation dinner that followed the very short ceremony. as the student body president, you had a lot to take care of this past month.

“can’t wait to hear it,” satoru said with a grin, “i better be getting a shoutout in your speech.”

“a shoutout for what?” shoko teased, “being (y/n)’s biggest pain in the ass the past three years she’s been here?”

satoru gasped, “more like being the biggest love of her life! if it wasn’t for jujutsu high, she would have never met me, shoko!”

you laughed at the two bantering back and forth before staring out into the distance. it was beautiful sunny day. tomorrow, you'd be graduates.

later that night

you shot a glare at your boyfriend, “satoru, did you iron your uniform for tomorrow like i asked you to?”

he smiled innocently at you, tilting his frosty head to the side in his attempt to look cute—which meant 'whoops, no'.

you sighed and held out your hands while satoru passed you his uniform with a grin, attempting to sneak a kiss on your cheek. you tried your best not to burst out laughing. hell, you were so in love with this man.

you popped off his jujutsu high pins and set them on his nightstand before stepping out of his room to head to the campus laundry room.

you heard satoru call out to you as you walked down the hallway.

“thanks sweetheart! i love you!”

a smile danced across your face. that satoru gojo whom you loved so silly, what were you going to do with him?

as you waited for the iron to heat up, you recited your graduation speech in your head. you were nervous. what if you tripped down the stairs while you grabbed your diploma from principal yaga? what if you messed up your valedictorian speech? or worse, what if you embarrassed yourself in front of the entire jujutsu high faculty and alumni?

"your forehead is going to have lines for days if you don't stop scowling."

you turned around at the familiar voice. satoru had come to find you.

"you can pay for my botox then." you retorted, sighing as you turned around to face him.

"what could your pretty little head be thinking about?" satoru asked. he hated to see anything but a smile on your face. “i know it’s not about how much you love me.”

you scoffed and chewed on your bottom lip before you grabbed the iron, gliding it down satoru's uniform.

"i'm worried i'm going to trip down the stairs, mess up my speech, or just completely embarrass myself in front of the jujutsu high faculty and alumni."

satoru gave you the ‘are you kidding me’ look and took the hot iron from your hands. he set it down on the ironing board and grabbed your shoulders.

"look at me." he commanded before resting his finger under your chin to guide your face to his, "sweetheart, the (y/n) (l/n) i know is perfect in every way. you walk confidently like this world is yours even in the highest heels, so i know for a fact that you won't trip down the stairs. you are a natural born leader and people gravitate towards you, so i know that your speech will grab everyone’s attention. you won't mess up because you've been working on this for the last month, i know that because i've been right by your side while you recited your speech a million times. and lastly, you won't embarrass yourself in front of everyone because you're perfect in almost every way. you're the pride and joy of the jujutsu community."

you pouted your lips and tilted your head to the side, "perfect in almost every way?"

"you're mean to me—" satoru teased before pressing a kiss against your lips, "—you don't kiss me in the mornings. which is a deduction to your perfect score."

you giggled as he peppered kisses on your cheek. one of your love languages was words of affirmation, and satoru gojo sure knew how to make you feel affirmed. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him close.

"i guess this meanie will sleep with the kids tonight." you whispered as you bantered back with satoru, knowing he'd rather sleep next to you than sleep alone.

he paused and squeezed you tightly before replying to your retort, "wait, i like you even though you're mean. you can bully me all you want, i don't mind."

yours and satoru's laughter filled the laundry room. he didn't think he could get enough of your precious laugh. he'd say any ridiculous thing to help take your mind off of your worries.

the next day: graduation day

"thank you for coming to the 2010 jujutsu high school gradation ceremony." principal yaga began, "after we hear from both myself and principal gakuganji, we will listen to the speeches from the valedictorians of both high schools."

you sat between satoru and shoko, your legs would not stop bouncing in nervousness. after each speech, your heart started to race even faster as your turn came.

"and lastly, we saved the best for last. the valedictorian of tokyo jujutsu high school, (y/n) (l/n), will be giving her speech."

the crowed filled with jujutsu high faculty, alumni, a large amount of jujutsu clans including the gojo clan and your clan started to clap as their eyes followed you to the stage. satoru gave you an encouraging smile and squeezed your hand. he whispered ‘you'll be amazing.’ to you before he let your hand go. you gave him a soft smile before getting out of your seat.

you walked down the side of the auditorium and up the steps to the microphone.

"thank you for gathering here today to celebrate the 4 long years of training, learning, and dealing with satoru gojo." the crowed erupted in laughter as you winked at satoru. he shot a grin back at you.

“i'd like to start off with a moment of silence to remember our fallen comrades and past alumni who have sacrificed their lives to become sorcerers and to protect our community. they have our gratitude and highest appreciation.”

as you gave yourself and the crowd a moment of silence, your heart raced. you were so nervous, your hands started trembling as you fiddled with your printed speech in front of you.

'you won't mess up because you've been working on this for the last month, i know that because i've been right by your side while you recited your speech a million times.'

memories of satoru's encouraging words from last night filled your head as you took a deep breath to continue on with your speech.

"3 years ago, i joined tokyo jujutsu high because i wanted to get away from being home schooled and i wanted to experience this thing called life." you looked out into the crowd to see your clan, quietly watching you. "i didn't know what i was getting myself into at the time, but i have to say, the past three years have been some of the hardest, but most rewarding." (read 'love at first fight' here)

you thought back on the gruesome hand-to-hand combat trainings with mei mei, the tiring, long, and dangerous missions exorcising curses with satoru, suguru, yu, and nanami, the late night study sessions for exams with shoko. as difficult as it was, you'd do it all over... especially if you could meet satoru again.

"i'd like to give a huge shoutout to yaga-sensei, congratulations on your promotion to principal—and thank you for taking on not only two, but three special grade sorcerers during my time here."

a cheer for your sensei, masamichi yaga, erupted through the auditorium as you, satoru, and shoko clapped alongside the crowd.

"this evening is not only about celebrating our academic achievements as students, but also to celebrate becoming official jujutsu sorcerers. now i know that being a jujutsu sorcerer isn't for the faint of heart, nor is it an easy job. it's gruesome, painful not only physically, but mentally. which is why i'm happy to announce that our very own shoko ieiri is going to be hired on as our official in-house doctor for jujutsu high. she will oversee both tokyo and kyoto locations. congrats, shoko!"

applause began for shoko as she stood up from her seat and waved to the crowd. you smiled brightly at your bestfriend—even though you knew she cheated on a majority of her tests. however, shoko's talent in reversed cursed technique was second to none. she would be an amazing doctor, legit or not.

"one thing that happened during my 3 years here at tokyo jujutsu high school that changed my life for the better was—"

satoru muttered, attempting to finish your sentence, "—meeting satoru gojo."

"—becoming a guardian to megumi and tsumiki fushiguro. courtesy of satoru gojo." you laughed, "which i'm also happy to announce that satoru and i will be returning next year to join the tokyo jujutsu high faculty and staff. satoru will be in charge of training first year students while i will be the administrative secretary for both tokyo and kyoto jujutsu high locations." (read 'learn to love' here)

you cleared your throat, "now that we've shared the fun and exciting plans for your three graduates from tokyo jujutsu high school, i'd like to talk about something on a heavier note. those of you who know, know that there was supposed to be 4 students graduating today..."

you felt a lump in your throat, the thought of suguru geto not being here with you, satoru, and shoko shattered a piece of your heart. you were sure satoru and shoko were thinking of him in this moment as well.

"—because of this loss, as the future administrative secretary, i will be implementing reviews and mental health checks on all of our students every quarter. i believe that we need to check in on our students. my office doors will always be open to those who need a shoulder to lean on."

you understood that the idea of mental health was taboo, especially here in japan—but you knew that if you and satoru were going to be raising the next generation of jujutsu sorcerers, that you both were going to make a difference in the lives of your future students. megumi and tsumiki also encouraged that decision, as you and satoru did not want to see them suffer the same fate as suguru.

a loud applause struck the auditorium. satoru smiled proudly as he knew that you were going to make a positive change in the jujutsu society—and with you by his side, he could take on the impossible. even if that meant butting heads with the higher ups and starting out training first year sorcerers. he was going to make this experience fun and exciting for not only you and him, but for his future students as well.

you heard cheering from the gojo clan and your own clan. you saw touya and his new girlfriend, kana, hooting and hollering from their seats. you continued to shine brightly under the auditorium lights.

"before i end my little speech, there are some personal thank you's that i'd like to give. to megumi and tsumiki—you two are my perfect little angels and i will continue to strive to be a good role model for you both. to my fellow classmates—thank you for all the late night study sessions, the delicious meals in the dining hall, fun-filled sleepovers, and wild class trips. to my loving grandparents, genkei and kanao, and my brother, touya—thank you for believing in me and always pushing me to be the best i can be. to the gojo clan—thank you for always supporting me and for giving me someone like satoru." you smiled at the gojo clan's presence in the crowd and then turned back to face satoru. (read 'meet the gojos' here)

satoru gojo was beaming brightly, just like he always did. his blue eyes shined back at yours, awaiting your next line of thanks. your eyes watered as the love you felt for the white-haired sorcerer overflowed from your heart.

"lastly, thank you satoru—for believing in me and loving me unconditionally every single day since the first day we met on the sparring field."

you took one last deep breath and shouted, "congratulations jujutsu high school class of 2010! we made it!"

a final applaud erupted throughout the auditorium. you laughed in relief as you finished your speech and wiped the almost formed tears from your eyes. you watched as the crowd stood up in a standing ovation.

in a crowd full of people, your eyes could spot satoru gojo in a heartbeat.

later that night

after the graduation dinner, you and satoru sat outside in the courtyard of tokyo jujutsu high. the twinkle lights you ordered for the staff to use as decor danced against the night sky, illuminating the courtyard with a soft warm glow. and behind that warm glow, satoru's cerulean blue eyes glimmered. you could have sworn satoru had a blush on his face, almost as if he was embarrassed about something.

“can you believe we’re finally graduated?” you asked satoru in disbelief.

the last 3 years had flown by. you were officially graduated from tokyo jujutsu high. the next step this summer was to move out of the dorms and find a home to fit you, satoru, megumi, and tsumiki.

“not quite yet,” satoru said as he starting to unpin his buttons from his uniform. you gave him the 'what are you doing' look. he chuckled at your reaction.

satoru took off the second button from his uniform, taking your hand to place his button in your palm.

“now we’re officially graduated.”

in japan, there's a high school tradition for boys to give the second button of their uniform to the girl that they loved. this act has a special meaning that is equal to a heartfelt confession.

“isn’t it a no brainer that i should be receiving this button?” you giggled. you admired the button of his uniform in your palm, a sign of affection that basically said that you were his.

satoru leaned in towards your face, sneaking a kiss on your cheek. he wrapped his arms around you as you melted in his embrace.

“actually, you don't even have to answer, satoru. you’ve loved me for almost 3 years. it's a no brainer.”

“you mean i put up with a mean girlfriend for 3 years?” satoru laughed boisterously. he let go of you and booped your nose playfully. his signature cheshire grin spread across his face.

you grabbed his hand to hold his palm against your cheek, teasing him, "since i'm so mean, will you put up with another 3 years of no good morning kisses?"

the white haired sorcerer continued to grin, "i'll think about it."

you rolled your eyes at how dramatic satoru could be and mumbled under your breath, "you know how i feel about morning breath."

"yeah, yeah." satoru mumbled back at you, "gimme a congratulatory graduation kiss then."

you wrapped your arm around satoru's shoulders and planted a firm kiss on his lips. satoru pulled away from you and smiled, amused with how the night was going.

"sweetheart, i'd put up with another lifetime of no good morning kisses if you asked me to. as long as i get to wake up next to you every morning." (read 'sleeping with the enemy' here)

you scoffed at satoru's cheesy comment before kissing him again to shut him up. you were ready to venture into the next step of your life with satoru by your side—no good morning kisses and all.

EXTRA:

“we’re gonna have to find a place to live in after graduation.” you said with apprehensive tone. not only did you and satoru have to find an apartment for the two of you, the apartment had to fit megumi, tsumiki, your spirit birds and the demon dogs too.

“it will be fine,” satoru reassured you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

you bit your lip, lost in thought. you wanted to make sure that the apartment you chose would be a safe haven for megumi and tsumiki. it had to be a home filled with love. ever since you and satoru took them in, you made sure that they grew up with everything they needed. whatever they wanted, you and satoru provided with no hesitation.

“you already know that the two pipsqueaks will be happy wherever we end up.” satoru said softly, “they just want to be with us.”

"you mean tsumiki just wants to be with us." you laughed, "megumi does not want to be next to you."

"i'll win him over, just you wait." satoru said confidently.

you knew deep down that megumi actually really admired satoru, but he would never admit that to his sensei's face.

"since we're on the topic of a place to live, we just need to make sure that our room is on the opposite side of the apartment from the kids' room."

you glared at satoru, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. he held his hands up in the air, feigning innocence.

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greycaelum · 9 months

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Hey, how do you think younger/teen gojo would react to meeting his future family? Like, would he be over the moon, or like "what, i get married? Gross." If you think this idea could be fun to write, please do. I really love how you write and would really like to read this scenario if you were to write it.

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { Transcend }

—Gojo Satoru X Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

Thinking about it now. Since he's in the future, maybe he should see what happened to you too. It's not like he's a stalker. It's more like a friend watching over a friend. That's right, that's it. Fuck who is he joking with? Are you married? Did you stop working for the jujutsu college? D-Did he get to tell you you're his crush?

𑁍 Genre: fluff, time-leap, mystery if you squint

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (1.6k)—/teen Satoru, mom reader, Saika roasts her dad—/

𑁍 A/N: This is the second shot for this time-travel trope, I hope you like it~

It's not beyond the knowledge of anyone close to him to know he's got a long-running crush on the beautiful girl working as a window for the college. That every mission he's secretly hoping she's the one putting down the curtain so he could at least see a glimpse of her.

So it's not a surprise if he dives head straight to save her after hearing she fell into an unknown domain that distorts space and time.

The blinding sun seared through Satoru's vision. The noisy street followed by the crowd overwhelmed his hazy senses.

"What..?" Tall buildings he's never seen, and billboards he's never stated at bombarded him. But it was the very same Shinjuku he has known. What's with the 3d billboard with a huge cat in it? He doesn't remember that when he passed here yesterday.

The huge billboards. Changes in the scenery. And the shop he used to visit doesn't look the same.

It didn't take him much to understand what happened.

"Future huh? This is crazy." Rubbing the back of his head, Satoru sighed and started looking around.

That curse must still be too young. The problem now is, how to get out of this time bubble. From the posters he passed on the establishments all of them have one in common, it's the year 2020.

Moreover, than that, he needs to find you first. Your curse energy is nowhere to be found.

"This is gonna be a one-long wild goose chase." He scratch the back of his head and lined up his choices on how to do this mission of finding you.

Thinking rationally he should go back to Jujutsu Tech and find Principal Yaga. Maybe the old man knows something about your location. So he walked and walked and walked. As much as he wants to take a train he cannot, he forgot his wallet in the car. Too distraught after hearing you were in danger.

Thinking about it now. Since he's in the future, maybe he should see what happened to you too.

It's not like he's a stalker. It's more like a friend watching over a friend. That's right, that's it. Fuck who is he joking with? Are you married? Did you stop working for the jujutsu college?

D-Did he get to tell you you're his crush?

"You look so tired."

A young girl with curly hair wearing a white shirt and brown apron pats Satoru's shoulders. She's holding a pot of flowers while looking at him curiously.

"I have water and snacks inside, come in, you look like a guy who walked from Shinjuku to Tokyo."

Well, he is that man. We're talking about, walking that more or less 7-kilometer distance between Shinjuku to Tokyo. Surely he could've rode the subway but it's different to see how different 2020 Tokyo is.

Satoru's eyes landed on the plaque of the shop and the beautiful varieties of flowers displayed inside the place were seen through the clear window.

Fluer-de-Lis Bouquets

Satoru turn around, and the young lady only smiled. Go... A voice inside his mind whispered as he stare at the name of the shop. He finds himself entering the cozy establishment. Inside, the sunrays reflected in the window seem to glow and the place seems surreal and mystifying. Small butterflies hover over the flowers, the plants are alive... With vibrant petals and beautiful leaves that seem to greet you with their pleasant colors.

"You have beautiful eyes..." The young lady murmured as she set down a plate of souffle pancakes topped with whipped cream and milk tea. Satoru didn't waste time digging in. He is tired and starving after all.

"You haven't seen my eyes yet," Satoru replied touching the sunglasses hiding his eyes. A defensive stance over taking his curiosity. The lady smiled, shaking her head, sitting in front of Satoru to drink her chamomile tea.

"It's rare to see a soul like yours, you see. You don't even belong at this time. I can't help but speak my mind freely." She chuckles and puts a red rose on the table. "Being honest with her and yourself will prove more fruitful than sneaking behind her back. Youth really is rose-colored even for a boy like you, huh?" The woman chuckled. Her brown eyes seems to hold nothing and everything beyond.

Satoru frowned. He's met his fair share of eccentric people. But this one is different.

"What else do you know?"

The woman merely smiled and put a finger over her lips.

"She may or may not end up with you here. You may observe but never intervene for you do not belong here in this timeline. When the time is up, go back to where you came from, from then on the choice is yours."

The next thing he realizes is he's standing at a crossroads. The shop and the woman were nowhere in his sight. The rose in his hand is the only memento that it wasn't a dream.

"Excuse me!!!" A woman came passing through, bumping against his shoulder almost making Satoru stumble forward. "Sorry!!!"

Her faint cherry blossom scent quickly registered Satoru's senses. Did he cancel his Infinity? He doesn't remember...

A bright sparkle hit his eyes, and he could never be mistaken for the swirling cursed energy on the gem around the woman's finger. He could be blind but still recognize it. From the tips of her hair, her scent to the thin but impenetrable film of cursed energy encasing her body is no doubt brimming with his cursed energy. Even with no second glance, anyone who knows him would easily recognize her as his.

"You!" Satoru called at the running girl but the crowd is too busy for him to get past through. "Hey! Wait!" Satoru squeezed through but to no avail, as he lost sight of her.

Fuck who was that? His head turned to all sides to see even a trace of her but it was gone. Not even a residual of the curse energy. Who was she to have that so much essence of his?

Could it be...?

HE GOT A SISTER?!

Did his parents get him a sibling or what?

... Satoru scratched his undercut. A fleeting thought passed through his mind.

A rose-colored scene, a woman in a white dress and a ring on his hand... Her sweet smile and his pounding heart.

"Nahh, that's not possible." He chuckled to himself. Getting married, huh? Fat chance. Is there any woman who can tolerate him? He doesn't have time for that.

...

But you have time for that. Who did you marry? Is your husband treating you well? You must look gorgeous when you matured more.

Perhaps you grew your hair longer. Or maybe your lips smile wider now making the tiny crinkle of your eyes. You would definitely look so breathtaking. After all these years was he able to finally tell you his little crush?

Did you turn him down? You look like the type that will turn him down and start avoiding him when he confesses.

So many questions are running into his mind until he ended up in some alley and the loud laughter of kids were loud.

He looks up to see a big house covered with tall trees by the fence. It's not possible to see the people outside but he can hear the kids laughing. Perhaps running around the frontyard.

"Ahhh! You kicked it too far!"

A soccer ball flew out the fence and hit Satoru's head.

An irk mark formed on his forehead. Kids! He probably lost his ability to cast Infinity because two Six Eyes users are not allowed to exist in the same time.

The sound of the gate and hurried footsteps came forward.

"I'm sorry for that Onii-san, can we have our ball back?"

Satoru turned around, ready to give the kids an earful.

"HUH—!"

But the words got stuck in his throat the two fluff of white hair and one with blue eyes looking up to him.

"Ah!" The title girl was about to say something but the older boy put a hand over her mouth.

"Can we have our ball back Onii-san?"

There are many kids out there with white hair and blue eyes, right? Although unusual it's not impossible to meet kids that look like him when he was also just a kid.

"Hey, who's your dad?"

The curiosity flew out of his mouth before he could suppress it.

"It's Papa!" The little girl who has the same hair and eyes as him chimed up but hid behind her brother's back, just peeking a little at Satoru.

"Kou? Sai? What's taking you so long?"

No one would understand how his throat constricted at the sound of that voice, or how his heart clenched so hard he could barely breathe when the kids ran toward the woman and hugged her hips. Or how disbelief, fear, and relief filled him at the same time when the eyes that met his were yours.

And there was that scent of his cursed energy clinging unto you like a second skin. You were that woman earlier. Is this what he thinks it is?

You look just as stunned as him.

His eyes landed on the kids who looked at him curiously.

"Mama, why does Papa look like a stick?" The little girl poked you and pointed at him.

You were still tongue-tied as you stare at him for a long time.

"W-Would you like some tea inside?" You stammered a bit and pointed to the big house. "I'm sure you would like some zunda cream kikufuku, no?"

"Yeah...?" Satoru was dying inside to ask you so many things. "But, hey..." Satoru summons all courage he has to ask you.

"Did I make you happy enough?"

—GreyCaelum

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"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚."

PAIRING. Best Friend'sDad!Kuroo Tetsurou x f!Reader

CONTENT. Sexual Content, Age Gap, Adultery, Degradation, Pet Names, Sub!Reader, Dom!Kuroo, Vaginal Intercourse, Spanking

The hidden struggles and desires lurking behind the façade of Kuroo Tetsurou's seemingly picture-perfect suburban family. An ordinary man who, in the midst of a midlife crisis, becomes infatuated with his daughter's friends, Y/N L/N.

WC. 4.2k

A/N. Proof-read like half and hoped for the best. Ts too long not reading allat

WARNING. Minors DNI

Inspired by American Beauty (1999)

𝓣he mid-morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft, golden glow on the bedroom walls. Another day in the monotonous cycle of Kuroo’s existence begins. Pulling away from the blissful embrace of sleep, he fumbles to silence the alarm clock, its persistent beeping an unwelcome reminder of the unremarkable hours that lie ahead.

Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror,he saw a stranger. Deep lines etched themselves deeper into his face, a testament to the weight of a life half-lived.He wondered where the spark of vitality and adventure that once defined him went, as he forced a smile that felt foreign on his weary lips.

Downstairs, the illusion of domestic tranquility is maintained. Akira, his wife, moved through the kitchen with an air of calculated efficiency. Every gesture, every word, a well-rehearsed performance. Beneath her composed facade, was the growing chasm that separated them, a canyon of unspoken grievances and unfulfilled desires.

Nana, his daughter, slouches at the breakfast table, lost in the world behind her headphones. Her sullen gaze hints at the disconnection that has settled between them, a silent reminder of the fragments of intimacy that have slipped away unnoticed. He ached for the days when laughter echoed through these walls, when a genuine connection was forged in the simple moments they shared.

The room was shrouded in an eerie silence as the family sat around the dining table. The clinking of cutlery against plates echoed through the room, accompanied only by the occasional rustle of napkins. Each family member seemed lost in their own thoughts, their faces masked with a disinterested expression.

Nana, a quiet and reserved teenager, took a deep breath and broke the monotony. She glanced at her parents, Kuroo and Akira, who were engrossed in their own world, their eyes fixed on their untouched meals. Her voice barely above a whisper, she quietly shared, "I have a cheer performance tonight."

Akira and Kuroo exchanged a brief, absent-minded glance before shifting their gaze back to their plates. Their lack of response was disheartening but not unexpected.

“We’ll be sure to come dear, what time is it?” Akira replied. “6pm mother.” Nana responded, not looking enthusiastic about it.

Without uttering another word, they continued their silent meal, the sound of chewing filling the void that enveloped the room.

When 6pm rolled in, Akira and Kuroo drove to their daughters' cheer performance in silence as usual, no music, just the sounds of the bustling streets of Tokyo.

Tetsurou Kuroo, a man adrift in the desolate sea of middle-aged mediocrity, found himself drawn to the vibrant chaos of his daughter Nana’s high school cheerleading performance. As he sat in the bleachers, surrounded by enthusiastic parents and the deafening cheers of the crowd, a peculiar restlessness stirred within his soul.

His eyes scanned the sea of young faces, each filled with anticipation and hope. And then, like a siren's call, his gaze fell upon you. You, a vision of youthful allure and confidence, stood at the forefront of the cheerleading squad. Your (h/c) hair cascaded over your shoulders, framing a face adorned with delicate features that seemed to radiate an intoxicating beauty. You radiated a youthful energy, an untamed spirit that danced in your eyes. Laughter, like cascading melodies, echoes through the air, and for a fleeting moment, time slows as your gazes meet.

In that instant, time seemed to slow down, the constraints of his ordinary existence fade away, and the dormant embers of desire ignite within him. The world around Kuroo blurred into the background, as if a spotlight had illuminated you, isolating you from the rest of the universe. Your smile, a seductive curve of lips, pierced through his complacency and ignited a dormant flame within him.

Kuroo's thoughts swirled with a mix of admiration and desire. He couldn't help but be captivated by your aura of self-assuredness, the way you moved with a grace that defied your tender age. You symbolized everything he had lost touch with—youth, vitality, and the intoxicating allure of unbridled passion.

As he watched you perform, Kuroo's mind became a battleground of conflicting emotions. A part of him yearned for the forbidden, to embrace the vibrancy of youth and indulge in the forbidden fruit of desire. Yet another part recoiled in guilt, acutely aware of the consequences and the moral boundaries he risked crossing.

But beneath the surface of his infatuation, a deeper realization began to take hold. He understood that you, with your superficial allure, was merely a vessel for his own misplaced longings. You represented a nostalgia for the freedom and excitement of his own youth, a time when possibilities seemed limitless and life was an open road.

Kuroo's thoughts ventured into the depths of self-reflection. He questioned the choices that had led him to this point—the compromises, the sacrifices, and the loss of his own identity. Your ethereal beauty became a symbol of the life he had forsaken, a reminder of the person he had once been and longed to reclaim.

But as the cheerleading routine came to an end and you disappeared into the bustling crowd, reality settled in. Kuroo recognized the ephemeral nature of his infatuation. You were but a mirage, a fleeting embodiment of his own disillusionment. The true path to fulfillment in rediscovering the beauty himself.

And so, as the applause faded and the cheerleaders retreated from the spotlight so did Kuroo's fantasy.

Kuroo rose from the bleachers and got ready to congratulate his daughter. As they were in the hallways picking up their daughter, his eyes lit up when he saw you holding bouquet from your parents. Your smile shined brighter than any other. It was like those cartoons of a man smelling food and floating towards it, however to him, it was as if he hadn't ate for years.

Kuroo later found himself standing at the window of his dimly lit study, gazing out at the world beyond. His eyes, once dulled by routine, now seemed alive with a glimmer of hope. A gentle breeze danced through the curtains, rustling the papers on his desk. Lost in his thoughts, Kuroo pondered the emptiness that had consumed his life. The monotony of his job, the strained relationships with his wife and daughter, and the relentless pursuit of societal expectations had left him feeling like a hollow shell. A desperate longing for something more whispered within his soul, a plea for salvation from the mundane.

And then, as if in response to his silent prayer, he saw her. A figure, ethereal and captivating, emerged from the shadows. The evening light caressed your porcelain skin, and your flowing white dress seemed to float around you like a cloud. Your hair, cascading in waves like the milky way, framed a face that radiated a beauty so rare and otherworldly, it took Kuroo's breath away.

At that moment, time stood still. Kuroo’s heart, burdened by years of disillusionment, skipped a beat. It was as if an angel had descended from the heavens, gracing his world with her divine presence. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, as though caught in a mesmerizing spell.

As his gaze locked with yours, Kuroo’s mind was flooded with a torrent of emotions. A sense of longing and desire, but also a profound sense of understanding. In her eyes, he saw a reflection of his own hidden dreams and forgotten aspirations. It was a connection beyond words, a silent conversation that reached deep into his soul.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Kuroo felt truly alive. The weight of societal expectations and the shackles of conformity melted away, replaced by a surge of newfound liberation. In this mystical encounter, he glimpsed the possibility of breaking free from the chains that bound him.

His thoughts swirled in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. He yearned to abandon the trappings of his past life, to embrace the beauty and wonder that beckoned him. The angel became a symbol of his redemption, a guiding light in the darkness of his existence.

When morning came he was back to his mundane life routine, it was all just a dream. The morning sun painted gentle streaks of golden light across the kitchen as Kuroo sat down at the breakfast table, his mind still grappling with the lingering thoughts from the previous day's encounter at the high school cheerleading performance. He had been captivated by the enigmatic allure of you, yet a part of him recognized the illusory nature of his infatuation.

"I'll be working the night shift today.." Akira spoke, her back turned to Kuroo as she lightly spread avocado on her toast. Kuroo didn't reply.

As he reached for a slice of toast, his daughter Nana entered the room, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and mischief. She took a seat opposite Kuroo, her youthful energy providing a stark contrast to his own disillusionment.

"Dad," Nana began, "My friend Y/N from cheer is coming over."

“Who is Y/N? I mean, I know she's your friend, but what's she like?"

"Oh, Dad, you have no idea. Y/N is the epitome of beauty. She's confident, charismatic, and has this aura that draws people in. She's got this wild, rebellious spirit that's so different from anyone else I know."

Kuroo’s eyebrows furrowed, a mix of intrigue and caution flickering in his eyes. "Sounds like quite a character. But what's her story? I mean, besides being your friend and all."

Nana replied. "Well, she's got this reputation, you know? The boys at school go crazy over her. She's always surrounded by attention, but she's smart too. She knows how to use her charm to get what she wants."

Kuroo’s mind raced, caught between the allure of your magnetic presence and the nagging voice of reason that warned against crossing forbidden boundaries. "Nana, I hope you understand that there's a lot more to a person than just their outward appearance or reputation. It's important to look beyond the surface and value the qualities that truly matter."

Nana nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "I get it, Dad. But sometimes, you just can't help being drawn to someone, you know? Y/N has this energy, this confidence that's hard to ignore. I guess that's why she has such an effect on people."

Kuroo’s heart skipped a beat, his thoughts immediately transported back to the image of you on the cheerleading squad, your vibrant beauty captivating him like a moth drawn to a flame. He struggled to maintain composure, to hide the flicker of desire that threatened to ignite within him.

"Y/N, huh?" Kuroo replied, feigning casual interest as he tried to quell the rising tide of emotions. "That's nice, Nana. You two have fun."

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the windows as you arrived at the Kuroo residence, your presence like a gust of wind that stirred the stagnant air. Kuroo watched from the corner of the room, a mix of curiosity and trepidation coursing through his veins.

You, exuding an air of confidence and allure, walked into the house with a sway in her hips and a smile that could melt hearts. Your eyes locked onto Kuroo, a knowing glimmer dancing within them. The room seemed to come alive, charged with an electrifying energy that crackled between them.

Kuroo’s heart skipped a beat as you approached him, voice dripping with seductive charm. "Hi, Mr. Kuroo. It's so nice to see you again. Nana has told me so much about you."

Kuroo’s pulse quickened, his mind racing to find the right words. "Likewise, Y/N. Nana speaks highly of you. I hope you two have a good time hanging out. She's upstairs showering right now"

You leaned in closer, breath caressing his ear like a whispered temptation. "Oh, we will, Mr. Kuroo. But I have to admit, there's something about you that's caught my attention. You're not like the other dads. You have this air of mystery and allure."

Kuroo’s throat tightened, the weight of desire and responsibility pulling him in opposite directions. He knew he should resist, that giving in to your advances would jeopardize everything he held dear. Yet, the allure of your gaze and the intoxicating chemistry between them threatened to unravel his resolve.

A subtle smile played on your lips as you continued, voice laced with an undercurrent of seduction. "You know, Mr. Kuroo, you have a way of making a girl feel alive. You've got this fire inside you, and I can't help but be drawn to it."

His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape from the magnetic pull you exerted. His mind churned with conflicting thoughts and emotions, torn between the temptation that stood before him and the consequences he knew would follow.

Summoning his last ounce of willpower, Kuroo straightened his posture and met your gaze with a steely resolve. "Y/N, I appreciate your flattery, but I can't ignore the boundaries that exist. My focus is on being a responsible father and husband."

Your eyes flickered with a mix of disappointment and defiance. You took a step back, your mask of confidence momentarily faltering. "I see. Well, maybe one day you'll realize that life is meant to be lived, to seize the passion and desire that comes our way. Until then, Mr. Kuroo, you'll just have to settle for fantasies."

Kuroo’s heart sank as he watched you retreat to go upstairs, your words echoing in the empty space between them. The temptation had been strong, but he knew deep down that pursuing this forbidden path would only lead to destruction. The dance of desire had been tantalizing, but the cost was too high to bear.

As you left the room, Kuroo was left with a mix of relief and a lingering ache. He had resisted the temptation that had danced before him, choosing instead to honor the commitment he had made to his family. It was a bittersweet victory, a reminder of the fragility of human desires and the strength it took to stay true to oneself.

The night settled over the Kuroo residence like a velvety curtain, casting a hushed stillness upon the house. Kuroo sat alone in his dimly lit study, bathed in the soft glow of his computer screen. The rhythmic tapping of the keyboard filled the room, a solitary symphony in the silent hours.

Lost in his work, Kuroo's mind danced between the lines of code, his thoughts consumed by the demands of his job. It was in this moment of focused concentration that he heard a faint rustle from the staircase, a delicate whisper amidst the silence.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked up, his eyes meeting the form of you descending the stairs. Your presence, like an apparition, sent a shiver down Kuroo's spine. His initial surprise was quickly overshadowed by a rising tide of apprehension. The forbidden allure of the earlier encounter hung heavy in the air.

You approached him with a coy smile, your eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and desire. "Couldn't sleep, Mr. Kuroo?"

Kuroo's voice caught in his throat as he struggled to find words. He glanced at the clock, the late hour a reminder of the boundaries that should have kept them apart. "Y/N, it's late. You should go back upstairs."

Your steps were purposeful and deliberate as she closed the distance between them. Your voice, a gentle melody, enveloped him. "I couldn't resist, Mr. Kuroo. There's something about you, something that draws me in. I feel a connection, an electricity that I can't ignore."

Kuroo's heart raced, his resolve waning in the face of your allure. The lines of his own moral code blurred as he wavered between succumbing to the forbidden desires and upholding the values he held dear.

There was a tiny voice in his head that said he should stop before things get too far to the point where you can't control anything. His desires and impulses finally snapped.

Lingering gazes full of longing, wandering hands that find a home on your body, the voice that gives you jolts in your body. You clench your thighs at his voice and touch. The seductive act was sexy, he has to admit, sometimes the forbidden can be the most tempting.

“Are you finished tempting your friend’s father? Did you have fun? Or do you still wanna keep going’?” he questions, placing one hand on the countertop and the other on his hip. One half of his shirt bends where he’s got the buttons undone, showcasing his chest

He wants you to admit how much a desperate girl you are. How much of a needy slut you’re being.

“I haven’t even got you on my cock yet, and you don’t know a damn thing already. Acting like you weren’t behaving like a whore during the whole time you were in my house.” The older man wasn’t wrong at all.

“How about we skip to the part where you admit you want a man nearly twice your age to fuck you, baby?” he questions, snapping you out of your thoughts. Any second thoughts you had were ready to die like wilted flowers. “I know that cunt is begging to be filled.”

With his words, your walls clenches. Your panties are drenched and have turned into a darker shade at the crotch.

Kuroo stood behind you, though it takes only a few strides for him to reach you. You crane your neck to look up at him, his tall height causing him to tower over you. “What happened to the girl who was so willing earlier?” He ridicules you.

“Please..I want this.” you quietly murmur, and you watch as his face hardens.

“Oh, now you wanna be my good girl? You’re lucky it's night, your best friend is sound asleep and my wife is at work, sweetie. I would put you over my knee and spank that cute ass of yours ‘till you’re crying,” Kuroo tells you, and you have a feeling he’ll do exactly that any given moment.

You whimper at the thought. Kuroo’s hands look heavy, veiny yet soothing, and he doesn’t seem like a man who takes misbehaviour lightly.

With the little daring personality you had left, you reached up on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Though you started it, he quickly took control. Biting, kissing, he makes out with you in an unforgettable way. A way no man has ever.

He claims your mouth and his hands do the same to your body. They grip your hips and bring you close to him, his hardened cock rubbing against your ass. Now, it feels as though it’s more intimidating than you expected.

But it makes sense, a man of his size must be large all over. He moves into you, grinding against your body for a moment’s relief.

Eventually, you pull away when the ache between your legs turns unbearable. “N-Need your cock, Mr. Kuroo. I need you in me. T-to feel you” you tell him, reaching down to palm it. Kuroo quickly pulls away before he gently moves you.

You’re bent over one of the countertops with the older man’s hands still on your hips. The cold surface is soothing against your hot skin, but it doesn’t quell the throbbing of your cunt. “So slutty… I’ll fuck you like the whore you are. Don’t worry,” he reassures you, flipping up your skirt.

Your nipples make contact with the marble of his work desk as you pull down the top of your dress. Kuroo lands a spank on your ass, making you let out a loud cry. “Shhh… You gotta be quiet, sweetie. We don’t wanna get caught, right?” he quietly tells you, and you nod your head.

He pulls down your panties and admires the glistening of your cunt. “That’s all for me?” Kuroo questions, pocketing the cloth.

Nodding your head, you whimper and clench around nothing. “Mhm, all for you, Kuroo! No one else,” your voice is more pathetic than it usually is. The confident facade was crushed by this man alone. “Good girl. Call me Tetsurou.” The zipper of his jeans is dragged down, the sound ripping through the air and waking up the butterflies in your stomach.

“Y’know, I could stretch this pretty cunt out so easily. Gonna let me ruin your little fuckhole? How many little boys have already been in this cause it's clearly never been by a real man.”

Immediately, you agree, in fact you beg for it. “Mhm—please, Tetsurou? I need you to make me take it,” you tell Kuroo. The way his name rolls off your tongue makes him groan.

You can feel the heavy tip against your opening, collecting your slick, giving you a teasing slap, and letting it catch. “You better take all of this dick, sweetie.”

With that, he pushes in. The stretch is overbearing as Kuroo pushes his entire cock inside of your wet pussy. He grazes your g-spot and fits snug, right up to your cervix.

Your hand fists together as you adjust to his massive length and the intense pleasure. Although all you could think about was him, his daughter aka your best friend was just upstairs. The sight of her finding out what her father was doing to her best friend felt wrong but made you even more turned on.

Moans leave your mouth continuously as Kuroo begins to thrusts, growing addicted to the way your cunt clenched around him. “Best pussy I’ve ever had... this can't just be a one time thing.” Insteading of replying all you could do was simply whine.

He begins to fuck you, pushing in and pulling out of your tightness. His cock shines with your arousal and your noises grow louder. “Good girl—such a good girl for me only. You’re takin’ it like a winner, sweetie,” Kuroo coos, but you’re speechless.

The sensations that send jolts through your body are ones you know you won’t be able to recreate with anyone else. Each thrust leaves you nearly-trembling, his cock brushing against your g-spot as he kisses your cervix.

Kuroo’s balls slap against your clit and your body jerks forward as he pounds into you relentlessly. “Feelin’ good, baby?” he questions, leaning over you. His chest presses against your back and his mouth is right by your ear.

As he thrusts into your pussy, he laughs. The chuckle is low and gravelly, one you’ve heard many times. “Already fucked stupid? How cute. It’s okay, baby. It’s your fault for being a slut and tempting a married man.” Kuroo husks, and his words have you suddenly clenching around him.

He curses at your grip, and does so again when you let out a wail of pleasure.

Immediately, his large hand comes up to your face and clamps over your mouth, muffling your moans, whimpers, and whines.

“You dont wanna get caught now do you, princess?” he reminds you.

“Are you gonna come, baby?” Kuroo questions, noting your little reactions.

Your cunt squeezing his cock, your pornographic sounds, and so much more. “Yeah? Gonna soak my fat cock already? Go ahead, slut,” he smirks, finishing his sentence with a series of dizzying thrusts.

Your eyes roll back as you suddenly hit your climax, pussy gushing around your friend’s dad, just like you’ve fantasised about. This whole scenario was straight from a porno. “That’s it, good girl Y/N. Make a mess on this dick, baby. I gotcha,” he soothes, fucking you through your orgasm.

After the shocks travelled through your body, your limbs twitch and shake from the intensity. Kuroo’s hand soaks up each of your pornographic moans while he stretches out your drooling fuckhole. The grip of your pussy is as tight as a fist, and Kuroo knows he won’t last as long as he wants to.

It’s not because he finishes quickly—it’s because you feel so damn good, and he can’t risk getting caught any longer.

Eventually, you ride out your release and Kuroo is determined to swiftly bring you to another orgasm. “You fuckin’ love this, don’t you, baby? Gettin’ fucked by a man twice your age and your size.” The mention of the two differences has you wanting to bite your lip, but you can’t.

Never in your life have you ever been fucked so good. You nod as best as you can and in return, Kuroo laughs of pride.

“That’s right, sweetie. Bet I already ruined you for other men, hm? This pussy was made for my cock, so you better not touch it without my permission,” he warns, and you nod your head. Kuroo pulls his hand away, the other one petting the back of your head. “Lemme hear it, baby. Tell me you’ll be his good girl from now on.”

“I– I’m your good girl W– Won’t be bad, promise,” you tell him, trying to keep your voice quiet. But it’s hard when his cock is stroking your walls and bringing you to another orgasm so soon. Your folds are sticky with arousal and so is Kuroo’s sack. It slaps against your clit each time he pushes forwards. He groans, “Good girl.”

Warmth fills you up and spills past his thickness, ropes of cum shooting out of the older man’s sensitive tip. A few seconds later, Kuroo’s cock is coated in your release.

As you both catch your breath, you shamelessly move your hips. Kuroo curses from the feeling, he sets his left hand on your hip, the other one bracing against the edge of the desk.

“Still didn’t fuck the brattiness out of you, did I?”

“Nope. But you love it. Don’t you. ?”

The look on his face and the throbbing of his cock answer for him.

©Minarixx 2023 - please don't copy, repost or translate without my knowledge credit or permission.

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sashi-ya · 4 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑰: 𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ january free requestsㅤ ㅤ ㅤ okkotsu yuta x f! reader

synapsis. Okkotsu sensei, a professor from the tokyo metropolitan curse technical college, discovers his unstoppable obsession for his young assessor... a recently graduated student he used to teach just up until last year.

🕊️ request: anon ⋆｡˚ Sashi could you write some dark smut for Yuta for your new event? if so, I'd like to request with a fem reader. Thank you. Have a good day! 🍑 🕊️ tw: mdni. dead dove. even if it's all in Yuta's mind, be aware of non con topics. age difference. masturbation. ideas of corruption. wc: 350 🕊️ a/n: tell me, should I keep writing ACT II? would you like me to go darker? 🎀 🕊️ masterlist

Behind tired eyes, and sweet façade the darkest energy, even darker desires for that young, sweet angel.

Innocence is gone? No. It has never been there. “I’m obsessed with you, obsessed, obsessed! Your breasts, so turgent and beautiful. Your lips, pouty and delicious. Your hips… Your ass”

Lying in bed, hitting his head. A horrifying image got stuck on his mind, and it makes him hard, hard, and troubled.

“Don’t… please!” “Stop!” “Yuta sensei, I don’t want to!”

His cheeks, tinted in pure reddish desperation, burn with the idea of having her even against her own desires. His hand, with veins protruding, surrounding his shaft. Up and down. Up and down. Strongly, violently, trying to turn his own palm into the warmth of your walls.

Biting his lower lip, trying to remain silent, even if the sound of his panting becomes loud enough to be heard. “Spread, don’t resist yourself” he murmurs, imagining the way your nails would attempt to rip the skin of his back, the flesh and his muscles… oh, how delightful.

Falling into a whirlpool of darkness, there is where Yuta drowns. Your tears blurring your vision, all he wants to see… and maybe to taste, to lick off your cheeks.

One, two, three more pumps. He doesn’t even recognize what climax really is to him anymore… is it his own orgasm? is it him releasing his own seed inside of your womb? is it the way he would love to force you to take it? She is younger, she is innocent… and I wanna corrupt her, I wanna…

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ Curse her…

“Okkotsu Sensei!” your voice resonates behind the walls of his room. The room of the sweet, strong sorcerer that teaches at the same school you have just graduated from last year. The sweet strong sorcerer that gladly works with you, that has hired you as his personal assistant… the man you die for, the man you’ve been waiting for… but he was your professor, and now your boss. It is wrong. So wrong.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ. . .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ“Please, (Name)-chan… come inside, would you?”

END OF ACT I .-

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callimara · 9 months

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WILDWARD: About & Master Post

About

Wildward is an original “magical girl” story by callimara loosely inspired by the show Miraculous Ladybug and Tokyo Mew Mew. However, unlike traditional ‘magical girl’ stories which focuses on the school-age experience, Wildward follows a cast of original characters in their young adulthood and the responsibilities that come with it. Being independent and trying to make ends meet is difficult enough, but their lives only become more complicated when they stumble upon mysterious jewellery that unleashes their wild side and transforms them into demigods! But just like everything else in the grown-up world, their newfound abilities come with a price. Now they must face mysterious and terrifying beasts from other dimensions that are even wilder than they are. Can they protect humanity from this extradimensional threat? Or will they succumb to their own primal urges?

Power System

In this world, exists 8 legendary artifacts known as Aegises, which are magical accessories inhabited by mythical beings called Sentinels. The Sentinels are capable of bestowing those in possession of their Aegis with supernatural abilities. The Sentinels primarily reside inside of their aegis until they are called upon by their wielder, at which point, they will leave their aegis and possess the wielder as their new vessel: granting them power. When they manifest outside of their aegis – often to act as a guide to their wielders - the Sentinels take on the form of the first creature they possessed, and are only visible to their wielders. When possessed by a Sentinel, their vessels develop the physical attributes of their Sentinels, such as wings, claws, and fangs. Aegis wielders also become more in tune with their survival instincts, gaining superhuman reflexes, stamina, speed, strength, sight, vision, and smell. Their transformed appearance follows the user’s preferences, however Aegis weapons are based on the individual wielder’s strengths and skills, allowing users of the same Aegis to wield different weapons, as well as a sub-weapon. This transformed state acts as an armor, giving them invincibility over normal weapons, increasing their physical durability and suppressing their pain perception, allowing them to survive fatal and/or immobilizing injuries. Only Aegis wielders (or those of a similar nature) are capable of injuring other Aegis wielders. Each Aegis has a limit to the amount of damage their transformed states can sustain: some being higher than others. If the sustained damage remains within these limits, all injuries disappear once the wielder de-transforms. However, if this limit is breached, the injuries they sustained may transfer to their normal bodies when they de-transform. The Aegis function by tapping into its wielder’s energy. Hence, the wielder’s bodies are forced to increase metabolism and produce more energy to keep up with the demand: similar to aerobic exercise. The longer they remain transformed, the further their bodies are pushed to exhaustion. The length of time that wielders are able to remain transformed depends solely on their physical fitness. Because of this, the Aegis wielders must also train their normal bodies, build fitness and endurance to remain transformed for longer. When transformed, their Aegis has the power to make it so that it would be impossible for someone to recognize their wielder, even with the assistance of psychic powers or DNA sampling. Each Aegis also possesses an activation and deactivation phrase, as well as a special power.

More world-building and lore!

▶ The Sentinels

▶ The Aegis & Spellbook

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(Updated 16th January 2024)

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lilacxquartz · 28 days

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Those Late Summer Nights | Chapter 2

Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader x Suguru Geto

warning: this is a dark yandere fic that will feature upsetting themes in the future and it is canon divergent

Previous Chapter

About:

You moved to Tokyo over the summer to take a teaching job. As you get settled in, you find yourself entangled in a toxic dynamic.

Chapter Summary:

You ended up sharing just a little bit too much to the people you just met but you haven’t scared them off just yet. As a result, you quickly find yourself growing closer to the group.

Side Notes:

Setting up the scene mostly in the first few chapters. It starts to slowly descend into madness from chapter 4 onwards.

2. Fitting In

“Really?” Gojo interrupted you halfway through your sentence as you explained the small town life, his voice was quite loud at this point. “Not even a single cinema?”

The two of you were sitting quite closely as he had swapped seats with Shoko, who was idly chatting away to Suguru about something else for quite some time now. Your lacking childhood and bleak teenage years were something of interest to Satoru as it seemed as he took personal offence on your behalf whenever you got into the town details and your former student life.

“Yeah,” you nodded along, your tone was a little more relaxed now and you didn’t quite feel so intimidated by him now that you had a good flow going on, “you had to go into the city to do anything at all.”

“Which you’re telling me was also quite far?” He asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

“Yeah, so I guess I just… didn’t, not outside of field trips anyway.” You replied confirming his suspicions.

“That’s crazy.” He added, pouring you another glass again as you held onto the glass but just barely—were you supposed to tell him to stop at some point?

It felt embarrassing in a way to admit what your life was before coming here, but such towns weren’t too far from the norm in the country; the towns were safe and peaceful and sometimes even pretty, but they were boring unless you were a young child or just about to retire.

“Yeah, it was-“ you continued to nod along, your voice slurring just enough for Shoko to notice this and put a stop what she was doing at the opposite end to put the glass back on the table.

“—That’s enough, maybe.” She interrupted you, giving Satoru a disapproving look as she then glanced at the bottle.

“I think I can manage.” You tried to defend your state, feeling so warm and so liquified almost; all of your anxiety seemed to melt away and was replaced with gradually dizzying vision as your body swayed more than it should, but in such a pleasant way.

“Hey, I get it—I drink more when I have to talk to him too,” she smiled, trying to keep your attention, “but let’s all talk together, yeah?”

You quietly nodded as there was some truth to what she was saying. You initially drank more to get into the act of talking to Satoru because he was immediately too much, too questioning and by now you were perfectly tipsy, drunk even.

Maybe another drink would have been a mistake.

You trusted her for now, understanding that she was the binder between the two as she seemed to get along with both Suguru and Satoru in a deeply rooted way. Beyond anything you could understand at least. They must have all been friends for a very long time and if you were honest, you were pretty jealous of their established dynamic even if you didn’t let it show.

It wasn’t as if they made you feel like you were intruding on their space though, if anything, they were the opposite.

“So, you tired of talking about your town yet?” She asked as she let out a slight laugh, moving the hair out of your eyes as she leaned across the table, fixing your appearance up just a little.

“Yeah, I guess you could say,” you said, although unsure how to properly reply, “I can’t really find anything good to say about it.”

“Something happen there?” Suguru asked, swaying the conversation to a direction you weren’t quite ready to go.

But you trusted the company around you, at least currently. You definitely wanted to. It would be so nice if you could just belong for once and tell others your problems rather than keeping them bottled in.

Was it too soon, though?

You were too drunk to care about the consequences, anyway.

“It’s a small enough town that you, uh, become the talk of it if something happens, it’s not like Tokyo where you can hide in the crowd, it’s more like…” you replied as you tried to piece everything along, wondering if anyone picked up on your sudden nervousness already, if it was obvious from the start, “uh, I guess it was relatively clique-like? One dominant family was the most influential so if their kids didn’t like the other kids, then it was tough luck for them.”

“Oh, so you got bullied.” Satoru quickly understood, grunting immediately as Shoko seemingly kicked him from under the table.

“They were just regular people though, right?” Suguru asked as his eyes narrowed. “Not sorcerers?”

“Oh yeah, yeah, I was the only sorcerer in town as far as I knew, so… it was just… yeah.” You confirmed.

“Did you get beaten up often or something?” Satoru asked as he tried to understand. It wasn’t that his tone mocked you, it just felt too real to acknowledge it in that way.

At least when Suguru asked, he was vague. You were quick to shake it off though, you didn’t know Satoru too well just yet and besides, you did have fun talking to him, so maybe there wasn’t anything rude about it.

How typical, though. A peculiar thought crossed your mind: even in the new city, your past still managed to follow you all the way there.

You were about to reply with something but you noticed Satoru grunt under the table again as this time Suguru stared at him.

“What’s up with the kicking?” Satoru whined.

“Don’t speedrun the newbie into an actual drinking problem,” Shoko scolded right away, “you can’t just ask people to talk about something like that, what if it was actually really bad…?”

“I’m not asking because I’m being an ass… for once,” he replied, quick to defend himself as he readjusted the clothes he wore, “I’m asking because I’m interested.”

“I-it’s fine,” you spoke up, feeling just a little shaky but you quickly shrugged it off — you wanted to talk about this, to get an outside perspective but it was difficult, “it started off verbally and then it became something completely different when we all became teens.”

You stared at the now empty glasses and wished for them to be full, but they weren’t, wondering where the glass that Shoko confiscated had gone off to.

As such, you sighed and took a deep breath as you continued.

“I changed schools by then and saw her less and less, so it wasn’t so bad nor frequent after a while, but it still happened, I guess.”

It wasn’t all too long before you were rambling off to the crowd that took you in and listened along, describing exactly what went on in the town up north. To Satoru’s credit, he didn’t mock you when you really got into it and as for the other two, they quietly listened as their eyes glued themselves onto yours. The way that their faces slowly changed ever so subtly as you described more and more of what you went through, the jaws clenching, the clearing throats and darkening stares — had made you at least feel like you weren’t as crazy as you thought.

It actually was that bad.

It felt validating, freeing to an extent albeit in a messed up way.

You described that final year of normal school in excruciating detail. You weren’t really sure whether to blame the parents for forcing their kid to go to the same school as everyone else for exposure or whatever it was or if it was just because she was a vile person from birth.

“Wait seriously, there’s more?” Satoru interrupted you ever so briefly to take a breather, his hands resting on your shoulders out of concern as he looked at you with those striking blue eyes.

“I’m almost done.” You assured.

In his defence, he wasn’t wrong about it being a lot. Maybe it actually was too much. You had so far explained the build up of cruelty that Yui, the said bully in question, had slowly kept adding onto. Things like stealing your school uniform after gym class so you wouldn’t have anything to change back into or taking away your towels after using the school pool, so that you’d be stranded naked in the showers. Things like sneaking laxatives into your food and having unfavourable things happen to you during class as a result and convincing the other kids that you weren’t worthy of kindness, even your own friends.

You were soon onto the more extreme explanations now, so things like pushing you face first into a puddle and walking over you as your nostrils filled with water, tripping you up as you walked regardless, pushing you into the road with cars on the way, the playground incident and the like.

You weren’t really sure why you were hated all that much, but you could at least explain every single thing that happened with such detail as clear as the days they all had happened on.

“How much more?” He asked.

“There’s a final thing she did, but it tops everything.” You said slowly, making sure you could describe it despite being inebriated. “Well, two final things.”

You didn’t really want to share the actual details to the night she actually ruined your life. Maybe one day, but not just yet. For now, you’d settle on something else she did, really bad but not as severe.

“Hey, you don’t have to if you don’t want to?” Shoko was quick to say, even if she did lean forward a little to listen better.

“I think I want to? But it’s just I don’t want to make things weird or anything…” You replied, mulling the idea that you already did by sharing so much.

“You’re fine.” Suguru assured, his brief yet telling response somehow easing your concerns.

“It can’t get worse than the swing chain around your neck, can it?” Satoru asked.

“Well, during cooking classes for like, the life skill classes, the teacher stepped out of the room while we were using the hot plates to make… something? Stew I think?” You started to remember.

“Uh-oh.” Satoru immediately understood as everyone else’s expressions seemed to tighten.

“Basically,” you worked your way into it, thinking would it be better to rip the band aid off right away as opposed to letting it drag on for too long, “she pushed me onto the hot plate, not only spilling the contents of the pot but burning a good portion of my arm. She held me down there for a while too as her friends helped.”

The collective silence that brewed at the table was strangely loud. You gulped as gripped at the sleeve of the arm in question. Nobody thankfully asked to see the scar, but you did notice that Suguru kept his eyes pointed at where your fingers fidgeted.

“So uh, that’s the gist of what happened.” You added, feeling suddenly nervous as the collective silence brewed. Nobody said anything for a while which added to your quickly building concern.

“These are the people we’re supposed to protect?” Suguru finally asked, taking his eyes off of your arm at last and breaking the silence.

Nobody replied.

“And then finally there was… one more thing… maybe I shouldn’t say…” You trailed off, the drink from before beginning to hit you all too well as it finally settled. Suddenly you couldn’t remember what you thought just moments ago, the eyes on you suddenly focused and concerned as your vision dizzied a little too much.

It was then that your memory blanked, succumbing to meet the end of the night at last.

At least you didn’t say the final thing, or did you?

***

You woke up much later in a bright and airy room that smelled like a mix of fabric softener and stale booze. The window was cracked open slightly as warm summer air spilled in through mesh netting, soothing your pounding headache.

Your body turned as you slowly woke up, feeling someone else rest beside you. Your heart sank for a moment as you peered under the covers revealing that you were partially undressed, but not quite naked.

What happened last night exactly?

It was then that the person in question turned around in their sleep and you realised that you must have been in Shoko’s room as you were sharing her bed with her. You sighed in relief as you put the two together, understanding that you probably crashed at hers because nobody knows where you live just yet and you probably didn’t do a good job of explaining that last night being as out of it as you were.

You studied her a little as she slept so peacefully beside you, her arms hugging a pillow to her chest. She was also partially dressed down; a spaghetti strap camisole in a marine blue floral design that ruched at her midriff, exposing her waist just a little and a pair of underwear. Her legs were fully entangled in a blanket that piled at the end of the bed so she was quite exposed, but it was also summer and therefore quite stuffy in the bedroom.

You slowly sat up in the bed, cursing internally at your headache. So this was what heavy drinking was like. You wondered just how long it would take before you were going to do this to yourself again.

The feeling was nice at the time.

The aftermath however…

You spotted your clothes in a messy pile at the foot of the bed, but upon picking them up, they smelled quite bad. You held the top to your nose as you investigated the stench, your expression soured; was that vomit?

Shoko stirred a little in her sleep, her hand raising itself and waving to you as she snapped her fingers to catch your attention as she groaned.

“You had a bit too much last night and couldn’t hold it down so you’re out of clothes for the day,” she yawned as her hand now pointed at the dresser opposite the bed, “second drawer down, you can wear anything you find in there.”

You did as she told you, rummaging through the drawer until you found something you could see yourself being comfortable in. You ended up pulling out a collection of oversized t-shirts and sweatpants, choosing the one with the longest sleeves.

“Oh and-“ she croaked again, her voice sounding tired, “there’s a washing machine in the bathroom, feel free to use it and throw in my clothes too if you end up doing so.”

“Alright.” You said as you quietly nodded along, feeling the headache taunt you as you bobbed your head. You gathered your things off of the floor and took a step outside as soon as you were clothed to do just that.

Figuring out the machine was easy but what exactly were you supposed to do now? You didn’t really know what to do in situations like these as they never have happened to you before. You sighed as you felt lost, sitting down at the kitchen table with your elbows resting against the table, your palms pushing against your cheeks.

You stared on and off at the coffee machine wondering if it would ease your pounding headache, hearing somewhere before that it can help, wondering at the same time if you could get away with making some or if it was overstepping some unspoken boundary.

As you were deep in thought, a yawning male voice caught your attention as a half asleep Suguru now emerged from the adjacent bedroom to Shoko’s. You watched in an equally tired state as he pulled his loose hair back into a messy half pony tail as he walked into the main area.

“You’re up earlier than I expected.” He yawned, his voice an octave deeper than it was last night as he walked over to the bathroom, not quite closing the door as he used it.

Was this normal?

You weren’t even going to ask.

“The first time I drank so heavily, I was out for a couple of days at least, but then again it was probably a lot more than you had.” He yawned.

Do you dare reply to someone who was just casually using the bathroom? You quickly sighed, deciding to not make it weird and just replied to him as normal.

“Yeah, I guess I couldn’t sleep.” You replied.

“Fair enough,” he said as he left the bathroom after washing his hands, walking to the kitchenette to grab a couple of slices of bread from the bag on the counter, “you’re free to use her kitchen by the way, just replace things if they’re nearly out.”

You nodded as you stared at the coffee machine, your body begging for a little pick me up.

“However,” he quickly interjected as he glanced at the coffee machine as well, “I do recommend something dry and absorbent, like toast,” he said as tossed you a slice that you barely caught, “coffee will only make your headache worse.”

“Oh.” You replied as you took a bite of the toast, going along with it without really questioning it at all. You did find that you quickly now craved water, though.

“Good morning~!” Another voice sung from the room that Suguru was just inside of, your mind automatically recognising it as Satoru’s. He seemed freshly chipper as he strolled causally out of the room, as if the many more drinks he had somehow just passed right through.

Suguru’s eyes widened as he guarded his toast slice, diving for a spot on the nearby sofa that Satoru had his eye on, tearing away a part of the toast as he leaped to claim the spot.

“You ass, I swear t-“ Suguru muttered, eating his remaining scrap in a hurry.

“—So, [name], you got really messed up last night, huh?” Satoru spoke as he patted the empty seat space behind him, encouraging you to take a seat with the two of them but you remained sat at the table instead.

“I-I probably shouldn’t have taken it so far.” You replied as your mind blanked out into the distance, realising that you probably spoke just a little too much about things you shouldn’t have shared yesterday night.

“You’ll get used to it as your tolerance grows.” Suguru said, wiping the crumbs off of his hand and onto Satoru. “Listen to your body with the cravings on recovery days, it’ll help.”

“Do you remember much?” The white haired one asked, retaining a slightly condescending smile that seemed almost deceptively friendly.

Was it all in your head? Or was he actually hiding something?

“Only a little,” you replied, trying to keep it vague, “I talked about the town and I mentioned the bu-“

“—The bully, that’s right.” He said, cutting you off and silencing you just a little. You felt less encouraged to continue talking as a result.

“I went that far, huh.” You sighed, regretting oversharing so much.

“I mean, it’s fine,” Satoru settled down, perhaps noticing your suddenly sunken demeanour, “you don’t have to go back to that place ever again,” he paused, his tone shifting to something that resembled concern, “do you?”

“Only for birthdays and holidays,” you replied a little too soon and then paused, words felt a little more difficult to speak today, “my dad is having his birthday in late June, so I’ll probably have to go there again pretty soon.”

It was the one thing you agreed upon with your parents when leaving the town. Birthdays and holidays as well as keeping them semi updated with texts, just to show you were actually alive.

He seemed to frown at that possibility, his unserious composition breaking away for a moment as his friend also seemed a little uncomfortable. You didn’t remember just how much detail you went, but you could tell that it was far enough based on their reactions.

A short moment later, Shoko emerged from her bedroom at last. She dressed up similarly to you, going straight for the coffee machine anyway as Suguru narrowed his eyes in disapproval.

“Why am I always the last one up?” She half-jokingly complained as she got started on a cup, the machine vibrating against the counter.

“[name] was up first, so it wasn’t me for once.” Suguru said as he leaned back into the sofa further, his legs spreading further out as he pushed Satoru off to the side.

“She probably got snored awake by Shoko-“ Satoru laughed, his eyes bouncing back and forth between you both.

“—Ah, n-no it wasn’t anything like that, just-“ You stammered before you were promptly cut off.

“—I’m joking, I promise,” Satoru assured you, perhaps finally catching on that his personality was a little too much for you to handle so soon, “it’s just that you clung to her all night, so we already know who wins the favourites’ competition.”

“And you’re surprised, why?” Shoko asked as she took a sip from the now full mug.

You zoned out a little as they all talked amongst themselves, once again feeling a little left out but also not quite caring as the headache from the counter was what was on your mind instead.

She did quickly notice this though as she walked up to you as soon as she finished her cup, dragging you to the front door as she threw you a pair of slippers, leading you outside of the apartment and up the stairs.

You were led to what seemed to be a rooftop, giving you an idea of the place she lived in with more clarity; assorted communal pots of growing herbs likely set up by the other residents, along with makeshift greenhouses and benches also occupying the roof. She led you towards the corner of it all, taking a saucer out from beneath a terracotta planter.

The plant that grew in the pot looked suspiciously dead as cigarette butts occupied the soil.

Her hands patted down the hoodie she was wearing before pinching out a cigarette, no, two cigarettes as she propped one of them between her lips, holding the other one out to you.

“I-I don’t really smoke.“ You replied, waving your hands in response but her hand persisted as she slowly drew it towards you, staring you right in the eyes, lighting both hers and your own without a second thought.

“Good, you’re learning to keep up.” She said, eyeing you up and down. “Maybe you’ll survive out here after all.”

You weren’t quite sure how to reply as you watched her lean towards the rooftop, her elbows resting along the bricked edge. The clear blue sky and warm sunny glow made the hangover a little easier as the soft breeze flickered against your bare skin.

You inhaled the cigarette slowly, coughing just a little. You weren’t going to smoke again you decided, or at least not unless you had no choice.

“They’re not so bad, I promise, the guys I mean,” Shoko spoke after a while as her head dipped below her shoulders, “we’ve all been through a lot too, but they just don’t really know how to react to you just yet and you’re not the easiest person to read.”

You stayed silent again, unsure if this was meant to be an insult or not. You bitterly inhaled the cigarette instead.

“Not meaning to drag you down or anything, if you think that’s where I'm going with it,” she continued, noticing your reaction, “it’s just been a while since we’ve had a new addition to the group and we’re all so used to losing people, so it’s a way to keep our guard up, if anything.”

“I think I get it.” You nodded along as you listened in. It was nice to talk to someone your own age regardless and maybe she was what you needed to finally grow up. Someone who wasn’t afraid to tell you the harsh truth when you needed to hear it.

“Mhm,” she hummed as she took a deep inhale and then exhaled a puff of smoke, “Satoru acts the way that he does because he never got a carefree childhood while being told that he’s the strongest. Suguru is reserved for his own reasons but he’s good to the people that he cares about.”

“And you?” You asked.

“Me…” She laughed, pushing the cigarette butt into the saucer, “…ah, good question,” she sighed as she searched for a suitable response, “I’m not really sure, I guess I’m just neutral, I care about the people I keep close but I try to let them figure it out by themselves if it’s something too personal.”

“I guess I haven’t figured out what I am yet,” you admitted, “I’m bad at wording most of the things I do but I am trying to change that.”

“Yeah?” She asked, yawning a little. “I’m sure it’ll get easier as you find your way, we’ll get along regardless.”

“You really think?”

“I mean, I won’t be around much after the summer break but it’ll be nice to know that there’s someone I can get along with for the time I have off.” She replied as she walked back to the roof entry. “But just try to relax and let everything else happen naturally, yeah?”

It took you a while before you headed back as well, trying to remember what floor and what door number her flat was on.

Maybe you should have followed immediately?

Or at least asked.

30 B was it?

You took a deep breath and chanced it, passing by Suguru on the way back inside. He had an unlit cigarette poking out of his mouth.

You both passed through the doorway and squeezed uncomfortably close by each other, neither quite using common sense as you brushed each other by.

For a brief moment it looked like he wanted to say something, but by then you were already halfway down the stairs so he had no choice but to just keep quiet.

But maybe next time?

He was curious about you, after all.

***

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6:15 p.m, november 12th, 2018 — tokyo, japan.

"where is satoru?"

a pinned silence — not a soul can muster up an answer. it was uncomfortable, tense, and worrying. a deafening silence, even. frantic eyes surf through the room, looking — no — hoping that someone would reveal an answer. to no avail, an answer is what was failed to give. you're tense. you know satoru's line of work requires him to either be gone for some hours or days but it's too much. he's been gone for over a week — just where is he?

why does no one quell your worry? you've come here to inquire about your husband to his peers; so why is everyone lacking an answer? no, that can't be it. there's no way they, who also went to this journey, have not an idea of where he is.

standing quietly at the door, you're train of thoughts begin to crash at the wrong section. optimistic. you need to stay optimistic but every vein in your body runs with the image that something happened to your husband. trying to ease yourself from the creeping anxiety, you attack the skin on your bottom lip, hoping that anyone would feed you the truth — even if it's a lie.

"mm, dada?" a young voice speaks, immediately opting to chewing on her fingers after her little speech. with eyes replica to her father's, she darts her vision to her mother, curious about why she looks unlike her bright expressions. a baby that's only a year old, confused and curious about the current emotion that drowns the room. she has no knowledge nor does she seem to care. her little mind only worries about her mother and her father.. wherever he can be.

redirecting your attention to her, you gift her an artificial smile, opting to ease her curiosity with cooing and kisses. you'd rather hear her babbles and giggles over her wailing — and that you're still worried sick about gojo.

"my baby," you cooed at her, giving the bubbly baby a kiss on her nose before looking back to the audience.

they're still quiet — refusing to feed you the rightful knowledge you should have. everyone's still and silent.. except for itadori. it's evident that he knows something. from the way he's rocking back and forth to his eyes avoiding your figure — it's obvious. you'd be a clown to the crowd if you don't know that he's hiding some answer that relates back to gojo.

"yuuji?" you question him, eyes wavering with hope.

looking up with wide eyes, itadori fumbles his answer, "huh? oh — i.. uh.." pressing his lips in a thin line, itadori's hand scratches the back of his head before he continues, "'m sorry, y/n, i really don't know what happened."

"it's okay," lying through your teeth, you gesture goodbye to everyone. if you stood there any longer chances of tears falling would exceed expectation. it hurts that they're keeping you out. it hurts that you know so much yet so little. it feels like shit.

#+ rizsu: jujutsu kaisen.#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo angst #gojo satoru angst #jjk angst

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i would say im a jjk and all i have to say is that jungkook's tunnel vision, who it's directed at for a very long time, it's jimin and it's actually godamn hilarious to see a certain group of people run with such baseless narratives even now, a lot of them still haven't been able to acknowledge gcf in tokyo for what it is, take it at its face value as it pretty much just erases every fantasy they have of this ideal reality that they wish for certain members and it's been like what 7 years, 7 years of evading the obvious and on top of that they now have to deal with the companion enlistment, it's almost entertaining to see them scramble for a theory, another one of those wack theories they can latch onto for years in order for their fantasy to live on.....but it's such a shame when supposed solos of either jk/jm go to such insane lengths to pretend that those two don't like each other, it just shows that they truly don't know them beyond how they want to perceive them especially when they bring up certain past mistakes made by naive young people navigating a very unfamiliar environment, there's about 80% of their private personal experiences that we as fans aren't privy to, do these people honestly think jungkook and jimin haven't talked or discussed about their personal feelings in regards to how they feel towards the way they treat each other in any occasion or worked through their problems or established boundaries within their relationship, do these people think jungkook and jimin are still teens, that they haven't grown in the past years to known their own worth or do they just pretend not to see how deep jikook's bond has grown over the years, i'm a jungkook stan through and through and i've seen the shift in the way he shows his affection towards jimin, it's gotten much more mature and bolder and i don't have the right to define it further but such a thing doesn't happen just magically, you don't just choose to enlist with someone just because they asked you to, it involves two people, just like how a relationship involves two people and they've worked through it, communicated when needed to, grown, explored the depths of it in their own terms and which is why they've settled into a dynamic that is so profoundly visible and grounding to both of them, which is also why they are so in tune to each other's thought process and emotions, it happened over time, it's been over 10 years, 10 years, nobody can erase that and if someone willingly chooses to ignore it and bring up past mistakes/weave false narratives when they can't accept reality they'll just have live in denial for the rest of their lives

Now this right here

Yea. What JJK Anon said

Also being a JJK who understands and appreciates Jikook's bond is so shekshie. Marry me🤭🤭🤭

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What if the different pirates crew had a den!teen!reader with dark impulses like Mikey from Tokyo revengers? Like it’s so bad they all gotta pull her off cause the body is unrecognizable? But they help through it when she’s feeling from time to time.

Ok!!

(I didn't understand the ask very well, so I'm going to do the white beard and the straw hats) I hope you like it ♥️🌹

Ps: I'm going to do the characters separately, so consider this one as a bonus and obviously, I don't know which characters and which crew, so I'm going to do the white beard and the straw hats :)

Strawhat x y/n with dark impulses

WHITEBEARD'S CREW

YN was someone so sweet and kind, always helping her crewmates, of course, she was just any teenager, that's what people thought!

But

It was just a few steps for her to become unrecognizable.

Once the WhiteBeard crew anchored on an island, YN was already kind of different, kind of reclusive and quiet, she decided to explore the island alone, they thought YN just wanted some time alone, because everyone needs some time alone, but, Newgate knew something was wrong, and sent Ace to follow YN

- There's something wrong...- the captain said seeing YN his daughter disappearing from his vision

- what is it, oyaji? - Ace asks, approaching the captain

- Ace, go follow YN, there's something wrong, very wrong - Newgate's instincts are never wrong, Ace didn't contradict and went to follow SN, even without knowing the reason, maybe for YN's safety? But YN was very strong, he could protect himself

YN left just wandering, until he got close to a bar, outside, there was a group of pirates outside, and nearby there was an alley

- what a beautiful thing we have here - one of these pirates approaches

-she looks very young, do you want to come with us? - the other follows behind, YN doesn't say anything

- You know little girl, I have a reward of 45,000 berries, I think you'd better not say anything and just follow us- he raises a gun in front of YN, who doesn't react, just enters the dark alley nearby, Ace follows, knowing that how someone responsible, must protect those he loves, he keeps running, but before he gets there, he stops at the sound of screams

-YN? Incredible, you killed everyone, let's get out of here, I'm hungry- Ace said

- knew she could protect herself, what's the problem? -Ace wondered as he approached

But YN wouldn't stop, even though she already had the losers, YN wouldn't stop

- you already defeated, why continue? Come on- Ace approached, who followed hitting and breaking bones of each one, kicking the wall in the most brutal way.

- YN, enough! Let's get out of here! - Ace starts to say something, the peak is when SN starts to dismember the pirate group, without listening to Ace's commands

Ace is worried and runs towards YN, YN never did something so brutal, so really the captain was right about following YN

Ace grabs her by the arm and pulls her away, but YN breaks free and starts attacking Ace.

- What are you doing?! Stop this! - Said Ace while trying to arrest YN, who was no longer following any orders at that moment, YN looks into Ace's eyes, Ace clearly sees that YN was no longer the kind person and sweet at that moment

- calms down - Ace crouches down together with YN in a hug, maybe it would get better?

good, a little

Ace manages to bring YN back to the ship, which was still the captain.

- oyaji, there's something very wrong with YN! She didn't obey my orders and acted brutally, she never did anything like that! - Ace said with YN in his arms, preventing her from leaving

- I knew something was going to happen, what happened?- Captain Whitebeard asked with a serious face

- YN always fought calmly, never hurting beyond the limit beyond what was necessary, but YN practically killed a bunch of rookie pirates! Oyaji, she's out of her mind- - YN manages to break free, however, ends up hurting Ace, kicking him in the head and making him fall face down on the ground, before anything could happen, other stronger crew members grab YN to immobilize her, but he also manages to go out fighting them, in a brutal way

-YN! - Newgate screams, making YN come back to reality

-What does she think what is she doing? Fighting each other is prohibited on this ship! - Whitebeard says with an annoyed look

- What? But I didn't-- Ace! Thatch! Vista! Oh my God, what did I do? I'm sorry! - YN said

As she went to them worried

-oyaji! I did not do it! I can't believe I did this- YN had tears in her eyes, YN would never raise a hand against the crew

- YN-yoi - Marco approaches

-Marco, sorry, I would never do that!-YN said, as if she was trying to convince

- I know, let's try to solve this, go to the infirmary - March said leaving close

- try to apologize to them later - Marco said

- Ah, ok... - YN follows Marco to the infirmary, there, YN says he has it when he feels very shaken, in a fight or even at random times, it's something that YN can't control, after explaining, Marco says that YN better get some sleep while he goes to talk to the captain

- Pops, what should we do? - Marco asked the captain

- I've never seen anything like that in someone so small - Newgate spoke while thinking

- that's right, I think it would be someone to stay with her, I know she can try to fight, but, she just stopped when I suddenly screamed, maybe, screaming something that reminds her of herself, the right thing would be to immobilize her there and bring her her back to the ship- Newgate would say, Marco, having no other idea, nods

- try to make her not remember the traumatic past, this could be one of the main triggers - Newgate gave the last warning

- and when is it suddenly? - Marco asked

- someone will have to stay close, following her, maybe, knowing that YN is being followed makes her how to hold that dark impulse, and fight against this impulse so that it doesn't give problems- Newgate says while sitting in his armchair

- just don't let her feel alone, she's suffered enough - Newgate spoke

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The days went by, YN was back to who she was, the crew helped her not to have that dark impulse, however uncertain it was, they tried to follow the captain's advice, at least they managed to immobilize and bring YN back to the sea. ship when it happens, or try to bring YN back depending on the situation, rare moments it crosses the line.

ps: YN apologized to vista and Ace

Strawhats

YN was from the Straw Hats and the youngest among them, not that that was a problem, she was very strong, but recently, YN was acting strange and more violent, which was strange, Chopper, Nami and Robin realized that, Chopper thought it was some disorder that YN had and decided to research it, Nami warned Luffy and the rest of the crew to keep watch over YN

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Once, on an island they were on, everyone got separated, the Navy was after the crew because of Luffy's rampage, but no one was around YN, and anything that irritated YN could make her unrecognizable.

YN was in a square, just sitting, trying to come to her senses, when a group of navy men found her.

- YN from the straw hat crew, we finally found you, get up and come with us- before anything, in a slight moment, YN defeats him by pinning him to the ground, the sailors are scared, but they start shooting at YN, only she dodges so easily and defeats them in less than 20 seconds

Zoro, who was lost and didn't even know there were marines, spots YN

- What happened? Why is the Navy here? - Zoro asks YN, who doesn't answer

- Do what you want, let's look for Luffy, he got lost again - said Zoro as he walked in front, but YN attacks him from behind, in a short moment, Zoro manages to get rid of YN's hands

- I will kill you - said YN with a lifeless and dark look

- what do you mean?! What are you doing?! Idiot!- Zoro prepared to fight if necessary

YN was unrecognizable, covered in blood and with an insane look on Zoro's face.

But-

- ZOROOOOOOOOOOOO -

a voice is heard getting louder, before they could reason, Zoro and YN feel something hitting them, due to the impact, YN manages to regain some sanity

- we need to run, the Navy is after me! - Luffy said taking YN and Zoro, Zoro on his back and YN being held in his arms

- Luffy, be careful with YN, that maniac tried to fight me! - Zoro tried to speak

- What did YN do? - Luffy asked

- she attacked me from behind, there were many marines lying on the ground because of her - Zoro said with an angry look

Luffy stretches his free arm and hangs from a building.

- Awesome, YN! You almost fought Zoro! HAHA - Luffy laughed as the rubber man climbed the building, causing him to break most of the top of the building

-THIS IS NOT SURPRISING-Zoro yelled at Luffy as he was also taken along.

°•°•°°°°••°•

-I knew this would happen- Nami said

-happend what?- Luffy asked.

-but you're slow, huh? That impulse from YN, makes her violent!- Nami said

- I thought it was an explosive disorder, but it seems that it is much more tense and serious - Chopper said with a worried look.

- What should we do, Nami? - Usopp asked

- I don't know, we should think while she sleeps, she'll recover her sanity as soon as she wakes up - said Nami sitting on the couch

"Maybe someone should keep her, if it happens again, bring her back to the ship," Brook said.

"But we won't always be able to get her back on the ship," said Robin.

- Luffy, you who are the captain stay with her - said Nami

-Why?"- Luffy pouted

- she can help you too, so just bring her back, making her fight will spend a lot of her energy and make her recover sanity -

Nami said

-What if it happens inside the ship? - Chopper said

- Brook can try to sing one of YN's favorite songs, maybe it will help?- Robin asked

- how shall we do? We have to somehow make her calm down, maybe Luffy can, we can see if there's a trigger for that to happen- Sanji said, with his cigarette in his mouth

- Why me?!- Luffy complains

- because you are the captain!- Nami said irritated

-aah! Nami!- Luffy complained more

-YN! You better fight those urges! - Luffy said angry

- as if it were easy!- YN shouted back

-Looks like YN woke up- Robin said with a smile.

- even I don't know for sure how to control it! - YN said angry

- perhaps with another boost or hit? She only recovered after Luffy hit her hard - Robin spoke, they looked at each other

- maybe it's possible? - Nami spoke

-Let's try-Robin answered back.

- AHW! THIS IS SUPEEEER problematic.- said Franky

°•°°••°°••°•°••••°•°•°°

They tried various ways to help with YN's dark impulse, however uncertain it was, they tried, getting little results, but sometimes, also helping you to control the dark impulse, it's hard to know if there's a way to reverse the situation, so just helping to control it is already a big step!

#one piece x reader #one piece #whitebeard pirates x reader #luffy x y/n #edward newgate #whitebeard one piece #whitebeard crew #op whitebeard #mugiwara no luffy #portgas ace x reader

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Welcome weary intergalactic tumblr travelers to my humble blog amongst space.

I am Wander (or Magi). A simple alien who enjoys writing, learning, and is in general a very excitable dog in a trench coat.

Fun Facts about me can be found at the tag -

#wander facts

I apologize if you came here for my writing and found a lot of shit posts and yelling about food crimes. I use the following tags for;

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Food related: #food talk

I have several feral cats (mutuals) that I interact with a lot that have their own tags. I did absolutely steal the alliteration thing from Cheeto. No regrets. :D

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There a probably a couple I’m missing but I’ll update this as we go.

I am always open to receiving asks.

Please do not be afraid to send me something. I will be very enthusiastic about answering any questions*. 💛

*unless the ask is rude, cruel, or mean in nature. This is a safe space for fun and silliness. Anything of the prior listed nature (rude, cruel, or mean) will be unanswered and deleted.

As I said before, I do write! I have an AO3 account under the same name -> wanderlustmagician

My current word count there is: 31,020

My goal word count for the end of Feb 2024: 45,000 (69% achieved)

Writing tags:

#wandering pen / #theres an au for that

I currently mostly write and post for Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda). Though I have written for HxH (some works still up under an old user), Tokyo Ghoul, D. Greyman, DC Comics/Batman/Young Justice, Voltron: Legendary Defender, and Akatsuki no Yona/Yona of the Dawn. Some are posted under a different user, some have been taken down due to personal reasons, and some will never see the light of day.

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Now that you’ve had a wandering glance me and who I am… Click the Read more to see my current posted works, ongoing writing projects, and future projects.

My Current Series:

Everything but Blood -> Linked Universe Modern AU

Posted Works Count: 2 // Status: Ongoing

Visions of a Calling (Complete)

Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop, Want to Stop (Complete)

[Stealing Clothes WIP]

[Adopting Imp WIP]

Tags: #lu modern au // #everything but blood

Cataclysmic -> Linked Universe Witch AU

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The Truth Begins (Ch 1/?)

Heretic (Complete)

Price of Ignorance (Complete)

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Skyloft Valley -> Linked Universe Stardew Valley AU

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Welcome to Korok Town (Complete)

Into the Valley (Year One) (Ch 2/3)

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The Sages Journal -> Linked Universe Atlantis AU

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Lanaryu’s Blessing (Complete)

Path to Thriving (Complete)

Tags: #path to thriving // #lu atlantis au

My Other Posted Works:

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Lost & Found (Ch 5/?)

Also known as the big brother Time AU of my Modern AU setting.

Tags: #lost & found // #lu modern au

Potential Upcoming Projects:

A Links Meet series that I’m called Forged. It’s still in the planning stages and I’ve not decided the end of it yet.

All of these will be updated as I make and post content. I have over 300 notes of writing. So there is always something in the works! Drop me an ask or at @ if you’re ever curious.

Thanks for wandering through and sticking around for that bad joke!

Hope to see you wandering into my asks or comments soon! Gotta blast!

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dream-meister-translations · 13 days

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PERSONA 5 : THE PHANTOM X

PERSONA 5 : THE PHANTOM X BETA - PART 7

━

After school, Wonder takes the train to Shibuya where he meets up with Ruferu.

RUFERU : You finally got here. I’ve been waiting forever….

RUFERU : You bag’s always empty, that makes it nice and cozy to hide inside.

RUFERU : You gotta pretend like nothing is about to happen. If the target catches on that you're here, you’ll only put ‘em on high alert.

WONDER : What are you talking about…?

RUFERU : I’ll explain as soon as we’re alone. For now, eyes up.

Wonder obeys without a word, watching on as an older Japanese businessman barges past a young girl before shoving another one out of the way. The second cowers from the man until he raises a fist, prompting her to flee.

RUFERU : That guy’s our target. His name is Takeyuki Kiuchi.

RUFERU : As far as public perception goes, he’s just your everyday businessmen working in Tokyo.

WONDER : What is he doing?

RUFERU : He’s what I like to call a “hit and runner”.

RUFERU : He intentionally uses his body to bully around women who are unlikely to resist, all to satisfy some sick fantasy of control.

RUFERU : So you see, he’s actually quite an immoral human being.

WONDER : A cunning fellow…

RUFERU : I agree.

RUFERU : Though his actions are manifesting in reality, the underlying cause lies in the other world.

RUFERU : You understand what I’m saying, right?

WONDER : The answer can be found in Kiuchi’s shadow, huh?

RUFERU : That’s right. However, I’ve been unable to track down his shadow, so it’s all just speculation at this point.

RUFERU : On the surface, his actions appear innocent enough.

RUFERU : So long as his behaviour can be passed off as an accident, the police will continue to look the other way.

RUFERU : Meanwhile, his victims quickly give up on pressing charges because as far as they’re concerned, nothing can be done. But it’s slowly draining on their hopes and dreams… Their positive desires…

RUFERU : Though, a more accurate way to say it, could be that Kiuchi is stealing the positive desires of others through his maliciously selfish actions.

WONDER : Then let’s go put an end to this right now.

RUFERU : There’s nothing we can do when his Shadow is out of control in the Metaverse.

RUFERU : He won’t even hear you out.

RUFERU : It’s ironic, but as long he perceives these hit and run assaults as justified in his own mind then he won’t stop.

RUFERU : That’s why we need him to overwrite his own perception.

As Ruferu explains the situation to Wonder, another teen girl arrives from the train terminal.

RUFERU : And that’s not the worst part…

Takeyuki Kiuchi, who has been scanning the station carefully, soon catches sight of the girl.

WONDER : He’s targeting someone else!

Sure enough, the man crashes his body into the young girl who stumbles forward, losing balance, only to be caught by Wonder.

Seeing this, the man immediately takes flight, leaving the confused girl to right herself and look around for her attacker.

WOMAN LOOKING AT HER PHONE : What the-- Can’t he just…

She stops what she’s saying and brushes herself down before leaving the train station. As Wonder watches her leave, Ruferu speaks proudly.

RUFERU : To stop other people from acting on their selfish desires with righteous indignation. That. Is what it means to be “Awakened”...

RUFERU : Ah, dammit, looks like we caught Kiuchi’s attention, we should get out of here.

As Ruferu says this, Wonder seems to get a vision of the future. In the vision, Kiuchi spots a woman pushing along a stroller, and immediately slams himself into her.

The woman screams in panic and pain before losing her balance and falling down a flight of stairs, stroller in tow...

━

WOMAN : Ah!

MAN : Are you okay!?

PANICKED WOMAN : Her baby! Where’s her baby?!

OTHER MAN : I’m afraid it’s too late…

━

The vision ends without providing any clear answers.

WONDER : I-I think I just saw something…

RUFERU : What do you mean?

RUFERU : You look like you’ve seen a ghost… Maybe you haven’t fully recovered from your Awakening just yet…?

RUFERU : In any case, we need to leave. Kiuchi’s still watching us.

RUFERU : We should head to the plaza out front. You know where we first came out of the Metaverse together?

Exiting out the terminal, Motoha spots Wonder.

MOTOHA ARAI : Wonder…? What’s he doing in Shibuya…?

MOTOHA ARAI : Did he say something to that guy…?

MOTOHA ARAI : W-Wait… That’s…

Motoha’s train of thought is cut off when Tomoko arrives.

TOMOKO NOGE : Sorry! I got delayed on my way out of the station… My monthly pass doesn’t seem to wanna work…

TOMOKO NOGE : What’s wrong?

MOTOHA ARAI : Nothing. We still on to go to the underground mall here at the station?

━

Meanwhile, outside the station…

RUFERU : We should be clear now.

RUFERU : I know you’ve got a lot of questions for me, but you at least understand what I’m saying, right? It’s nigh-on impossible to stop Kiuchi in this reality.

RUFERU : It’s like I said earlier, even the police find it difficult to take action against him.

RUFERU : Because even members of the police force are having their desires stolen…

RUFERU : In this world, it is basic human nature for people to come together in unison to find solutions to such problems.

RUFERU : However, even this instinctually collective desire of humanity has been exhausted…

WONDER : So what are we supposed to do about it…?

RUFERU : There’s only one thing to do…

RUFERU : We have to go to the Metaverse and steal something from Takeyuki Kiuchi.

RUFERU : That is to say… Become a Phantom Thief.

#persona 5 #p5x #persona 5 phantom x #p5x translation #translation #persona 5 x #persona 5 x translation #p5px #p5px translation #p5xpart7

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