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[whalesforhands]

the flowers that bloom without you (tartaglia x reader)

warnings: I LOVE CHILDE SO MUCH, angst, blood and slight gore descriptions, hanahaki au, reader is not traveller, reader is childe’s childhood friend

“Does love truly need words?”

Ajax never really understood what you meant by that. Never really got your cryptic bouts of speech as you stared out the window, blanket tucked over your form as you listened to the bustling of the city, your face looking weary, bags under your eyes dark, skin almost icily cold whenever he would lay a hand upon you to personally check on your condition.

From personal nurses, personal doctors, hells, even researchers that he paid extensively to search for the cause of your illness. Yet, an answer had yet to be found, he’s growing restless with every passing day, anger and irritation swirling in his head with every lower-rank recruit he inevitably beats to a pulp to release stress.

Just what was the source of this stubborn disease?

Your condition would never get better if you had stayed in the cold, unforgiving climates of Morepesok.

You would only seek to worry him whilst he was out on the job, thousands of miles away from you. His family can only do so much by informing him of your worsening, deteriorating self. Your insistent coughs, your shortened breaths, a body that seemed to be growing colder and colder that rivalled the icy winds of the small fishing village that you both grew up in.

Another thing Childe has noticed in the time you spent writing each other, was that you liked to prance around the truth.

You weren’t getting better like you claimed in those letters.

He doesn’t ever wish to come home only to see your tombstone. He could never begin to even fathom the thought. So upon the news in which he had orders to depart to the warmer atmosphere of Liyue, he whisked you away.

(Despite your initial rejections.)

He’s not taking anymore chances. Not when you had insisted that it was nothing, that you’ll be fine, only for it to end with you collapsing to the ground right before him, mouth spewing globs of blood that had caked up and solidified within your throat. He didn’t know whether he was more disgusted to that sight, or of himself for being too patient with you.

Though, you seem to be having quite the improvement to your wellbeing ever since you’ve arrived in the bustling city of Liyue.

“A crush? All of a sudden?” He’s chewing on some sweet potato snacks he had bought for you to come try together, a bag of the aforementioned snack on his lap as he opens his mouth to let you throw another into his mouth for him to catch. The odd, salty sweetness is actually quite addicting.

(And so were the giggles you made whenever he successfully caught one.)

“It’s not all of a sudden!” You’re huffy, defensive, angry and quite frankly, offended as you cross your arms, lightly smacking him as he feigns pain, an overly dramatic yelp and rubbing of his injury following.

“I had it— Since—“ It’s cute how you fight to find the words, puffing your cheeks up, growing determined as you look back up at him. “Since a really long time, okay?! That’s how you know feelings like that are real!”

Always the hopeless romantic. He laughs at you as you continue to blow a fuse, warmth emanating in his chest as he notices the drastic improvements to your health.

You’re looking bright today. Face more coloured, hair even shinier than usual, eyes brighter than they have ever been before. Maybe you were getting better.

A light flick to your forehead as he watches you swipe at his hand with a blush and a smile.

“Why don’t you just confess then?”

You grow silent.

“I… don’t think I could find it in my heart to.” Your tired eyes trail out to the bustling city of Liyue as your demeanor falls back into a calm, eyes blanking out as murmured words are caught on his ears. “Falling in love is so unpredictable…” His fists clench.

He thinks you’re stupid, foolish even, to keep those messy, deep feelings hidden from this secret crush of yours. Those stringent secrets you keep, never telling them. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

You slap your cheeks, as if to snap out of your trance choosing to smile up at him from atop your bed instead. l swear I will find that strength one day!”

You’re so stupid. Yet, he still loves you all the same. You are his dearest childhood friend, after all.

(And that’s all you’ll ever be… Right?)

——

The festival is loud this year. You stare out of your bedroom window, barely able to see the explosion of colour against the starry night sky, obscured by tall buildings and infrastructure.

“Miss Lumine invited me to watch the lantern rite with her today!” His eyes are alight with mirth, his grin excited and just so… Full of life.

Ajax always looked the prettiest when he was happy.

So it’s okay. Whatever is okay as long as he is happy. Anything for him.

You don’t even mind the feeling of the flowers blooming deep within you. The itch in your throat, the fluttering you had to endure in your lungs.

You do it for love. Love so deep-sated and rooted to your very core, it hurts. Love so hard to describe, you sometimes fear that it doesn’t exist until you see him walk into the room, causing the blooming, the feelings literally swirling within your lungs, shortening your breaths as the petals flutter about in your heart.

You’re in love with him. Unbelievably, helplessly so.

You can’t even feel the hot tears dripping onto your hands as lights of the glowing, festive explosions shine through your window, casting you in an almost apologetic glow as you hear the laughter of the common folk outside.

He chose her in the end. You’re not surprised, really. Who would even want to spend their time with the terminally ill? Who would ever want to watch the fireworks from within a glorified hospital room? The scent of iron with an undertone of flowery fragrances, paired with quite frankly, a shitty view?

“Ajax— Would you have time to watch the fireworks with me this year…? Since you have—“

You take in a breath, your hands trembling as they dig into the skin of your thighs, your blanket obscuring them where you laid. “Plans with Miss Lumine.”

Lumine, Lumine, Lumine. The traveller who had stolen his attention away with barely a twitch of her pinky finger, the one who had a natural disposition for battle, a prowess for duels. She who was charming, skilled and everything you weren’t.

It hurts all the more at the thought of what a wonderful person she is. Everything that you could never even hope to be.

You can’t even resent her, for her kindness and willingness to help those who needed it preceded every silver of hatred you built. She was simply… Her. And you could never find it in yourself to hate someone who had as much goodwill as she did.

A contemplative hand is placed under his chin, before that stupidly pretty smile on his face breaks out. “Of course! I’d be stupid to not come spend time with you.” A wink is sent your way as he holds your hand, winding your pinkies together.

You want to cry.

“Love can be so fickle, Ajax.” You’re staring straight into his eyes as that promise manifests from the entanglement of your fingers. Are you… Tearing up?

“For if you get caught in it’s arms,” You’re still smiling as he throws you a look of utter confusion, patting your head as he showers you with attention, unwinding your fingers to bring out a handkerchief to wipe at your tears for you. The bouquet of glaze lilies by your bedside shimmering in the afternoon sunshine.

“You’ll be happy even if you di—“

“There you go being cryptic again,” He’s sighing, absolutely confused as he lightly dabs at your eyes. “You’re going to make me sad, you know?” All this talk about death… He wants to keep you smiling, even if it’s just for a little while.

It doesn’t matter that he broke that silly promise. He’s happy, so you are too. That’s all you could ever hope for.

——

“I’m surprised you picked me.”

“Of course, comrade!” He’s smiling, twirling a lone Glaze Lily in his hand as he regards the traveller, leaned back and elbows rested upon the railing as he looked up at the brilliant sky.

“I’m not one to turn down a good time. Plus,” The flower is held between his fingers as he straightens his back. “I’m here to collect my insider information from my favourite errand girl.” A handsome grin growing on his cheeks as he sees the golden-haired girl stand beside him.

“I want information, comrade.” The chopsticks in his hand are fumbled with, the mechanics of it lost. “On someone precious to me.”

“Hanahaki.” Lumine’s voice is dead serious as her eyes get lost at the sight of the lanterns above. “A terminal illness that stems from love, causing flowers to take root in their lungs.” An ironic disease, taking ‘blooming feelings’ far too literal, utilizing such a pure emotion against the victim. It makes him sick to his stomach.

Good. As expected of the famous, reliable little traveller. More competent than any goon he’s ever had.

He’s growing anxious with her words, though. “And the cure?”

“Surgery. It’s possible for a procedure to be done to remove the roots on the lungs. There’s a surgeon in Inazuma that—“

Then it’s done. That’s all? Then you’ll be cured and won’t be bedridden? He’ll arrange for it at the earlie—

“But,” Lumine’s voice is slightly shaky, her grip on the rails tightening as the feel of the metal digs into her palms. “The feelings of the victim will disappear.” Her golden eyes meet a palpitating, uneasy blue. “Sources cited that… The surgery will remove any and all emotion from them.” He knows what she’s implying.

You’ll never fall in love again.

“I don’t ever want to let them go, Ajax.” Your hand is over your heart as your shy gaze meets his. “It’s so precious to me.” The smile on your face begets the stuttering in his chest, the sweat on his palms.

Beautiful.

No. He— Can’t. The thought of you never able to think of another person romantically… Is sickeningly appealing. No. He can’t do that to you. Not if you’ll be unhappy because of it.

He gulps, as if swallowing the lump stuck in his throat. “Is there no other solution?”

“Reciprocation of their feelings.” Lumine’s straightforward, quick to the point. “True reciprocation.” Requited love.

He grits his teeth. So he has to track down whomever you admire… And make them love you? That’s… Honestly not that hard of a request. You’re… Lovely. The loveliest person he has ever had the honour of knowing.

It’s hard to not fall in love with you. And he…Doesn’t like the feeling, the idea of you being in love with someone else. He never did. And he doesn’t think he ever will if it’s not—

(What is he going on about? This isn’t the time for this!)

“Fine.” It’s spat out in disgust. “Do you have any leads on the bastard?” It’s a last resort, a manifestation of the fact that he would do anything for you.

(Even if he feels the ripping, clawing pain at his heart.)

Lumine looks… Absolutely unimpressed. Hand massaging her temple as she fought the urge to wring the Harbinger’s neck.

——

It’s a rush he never thought he had to face, didn’t want to face. How is he so dense? So stupid?

“So? Who is this crush of yours?” The smile is unsteady, almost forced on his face as he watches your expression switch to one of embarrassed shame, almost choking on the scallion pancake in your mouth as he pulled the fork away from your lips.

“He— He’s…” He’s right before you. Closed eye smile, teasing grin and absolutely, infuriatingly cute.

“You can’t just ask that all of a sudden!” Your hand lifts up in defensive, pure embarrassment, not taking into regard how much the adrenaline of love can give you so much strength.

It ends with you coddling a weeping Ajax’s head in your lap, stroking his hair as he continued to fake the apparent agony you caused him, letting him snuggle himself into your arms and overtake his ‘competition’ vying for you.

Good. It’s good that he was the one filling your mind. He doesn’t like it when that secret admirer of yours is the one that takes over your thoughts. He doesn’t want to admit how warm you make him feel on the inside despite how cold your body is.

He doesn’t want you to want that stupid loser of a person who made you so fluttery, making you akin to a blushing schoolgirl whenever he brings that crush of yours up.

Was it stupid of him to not have noticed that he was in love with you all this time? How long had he been tying himself back? How much longer does he have to give to you?

How long did he make you suffer?

Time has been cruel to him, to you.

——

You’re smiling. Why are you still smiling? Aren’t you in pain? Aren’t you scared that you’re going to die? Why are you spending your last moments like this?

He hears it, barely even breathed out from your choked throat.

“Ajax…” You coughing fits are acting up again.

“If- If in another lifetime…” It’s getting worse, your breaths are hacked, blood spilling from your lips with every syllable forced out. “If you could ever learn-“ A multitude of bloodied petals bloom within your throat, suffocating your words, a final attempt to save you the heartbreak you knew all too well. “To love me-“

He calls for the doctor, turning away to grab their attention before your fingers weakly tug at his sleeve.

Your face is aghast with the pain, your mouth stained with blood, crimson petals discharge from within you, stalks entwining and curling itself around your heart, a final comfort and a warning of your last moments.

“Would you please have me?”

Realization strikes, the feeling finally settling down in his stomach in an odd satisfaction, the dull throb of pain in his brain as his breath hitches.

Why? Why why why why why why? Why now?

He doesn’t say anything, trembling hands grasping your own in his before he leans in to capture your cold, colourless lips with his own, returning every ounce of unsaid affection, every bit of undivided attention he owed you.

Childe— No, Ajax doesn’t care that all he can taste is the vile flavour of petals mixed with blood and bile, he can only feel you through this kiss so raw and emotional, that all he can comprehend is the texture of your bitten lips, the slipping warmth of your skin, the feeling of loss that envelops his entire being.

He pulls away, hoping, praying that you understood his reply to your confession. That your eyes will flutter open, staring at him as if he picked the stars from the sky and placed them in your hand, tears that stained your cheeks flaring within your eyes from happiness, skin reinvigorated by the jubilant feeling of having this silent love of yours finally being heard by the object of its affections.

It all goes quiet save for the sounds of his despaired sobs as the wind carries your final breaths away.

Too late.

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[whaliiwatching]

so like 2 weeks ago i wrote some fucked-up angst and named it after julius caesar quotes and then i went to post it like yesterday and SOMEONE BEAT ME TO THE SAME IDEA (and they did it well) but it’s ok i’m ok

go check it out on ao3 if you’re in the right headspace and can handle the tags (but also it’s actually not that bad lol)

#gonna be honest not sure how to tag this #eh who cares about spoilers it’s fanfiction #julian bashir #elim garak #but not really ;) #star trek ds9 #garashir #bUT ONLY HALFWAY ;;;;))))) #be warned this is angst n dark n has discussions of heavy stuff!! read the ao3 tags!!!! #whalewrites

[whalewriting]

Hello world!

Coucou, I’m Marttin!

I’m a barely-adult human being with “passion” (aka. i don’t have life at all) for reading, writing and occasionally researching. I have currently an on-going MCU series on Ao3, which is called The Towerteens vs. The Adults and can be found Here!

My ao3 username is Wonderwhale and you can find me here!

What else I do here? Well, I sometimes overanalyse stuff and maybe I’ll share some of my tl;drs here or just show you some cat photos! I also like theatre and I will write about it. Someday...

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[cetaceans-pls]

Check, Please

Batman | BruJay | Requested by Anon

Getting together’s got to be the hardest part. Jason’s so sure that if they can clear the hurdle of his and Bruce’s complicated past, everything that comes after has got to be easier.

He’s wrong.

Anon’s prompt was for ace!bruce, and ‘eventually jason realizes *brucie* prefers the emotional side of relationships‘. i kinda went off, and it’s kinda heavier than my usual. nevertheless, hope you like it anon!

-

Jason isn’t generally a boastful man, though he does have a lot of things to boast about. Conquering death, becoming a successful crime boss, becoming an even more successful vigilante 2.0, having really good hair,

Taming the Batman.

Accomplishments all stacked on top of each other, the result of stubbornness and luck and persistence, a belief that he’s paid his dues, paid enough dues for a lifetime long before Bruce had met him, and now he’s coming in to collect.

Pursuing Bruce was a lot like that. Once they had reconciled, somewhat, and Jason had sat down and thought himself into a migraine trying to make sense of Bruce’s motivations and Bruce’s fundamental Bruce-ness, it became awfully, terribly clear that Jason hates him so, so much because he loves him

(so, so much).

Not in an easy way, regular and familiar, safe and sane and right. Of course not, because when has Jason Peter Todd ever done it the easy way?

The realisation that Bruce, at the end of the day, was just some some guy doing his best, handsome and sharp and harsh and dumb, uncommonly kind and utterly unbearable, had Jason feeling like bared teeth, had him wanting to bite down on the stupid, stupid man and not let go. 

So no, the feelings were not warm and fuzzy and family-friendly. It barely even felt right to call it romantic; felt like too feral, too possessive a thing to be a best-selling novel genre, Jason would think. Too much teeth and too hot a desire, all ripper with very little bodice.

Going after Bruce with guns a-blazing, throwing his feelings right down between them like it’s a dare and a trap both, had taken maybe three weeks post-reconciliation. Bruce had looked shell-shocked, when Jason had cornered him on the rooftop of the Gotham Aquarium less than a month after they had had had the screaming match that ended with the downing of far too much liquor and the clearing of years and years and years of bad blood and said,

“I want you. Not as my dad, or a fucking mentor. I want you, and if you don’t want me to come after you like a dog after a bone, B, you’re gonna need to tell me.” Jason had worn a domino mask instead of his hood today specifically, exclusively so that the truth of the matter is easier to read on his face. “I haven’t forgiven you, don’t know if I ever will, but I do accept you. The good, the bad, I want all of it.” He flashes his teeth, and it’s a leer that’s straddling a thin, thin edge between being a reasonable human expression and being as beastly at base as Jason sometimes feels nowadays.

Bruce had looked shell-shocked the way he only ever really gets with unexpected alien attacks. It’s a sharp one-two punch of I cannot believe this is happening that’s swiftly followed by I cannot believe I did not predict this.

It’s a gift, how Bruce can be this thing that’s so full of cracks he’s constantly dripping parts of himself out in puddles on the ground for anybody to step in, but also be bolstered by a supreme, borderline-narcissistic confidence that it’s his sole responsibility to know all things at all times.

So Jason hadn’t stuck around that night, had said his piece and then melted into the dark, giving Bruce the time to process and digest and decide if he wants Jason’s red-hot focus turned fully, wholly unto him in a way the man’s never, ever experienced before.

(It’s another boast, but Jason knows in a fundamental, empirically-proven kind of way his love and care and attention are heavy, hot things that come complete with a loyalty so deeply-felt that he’s learned to keep himself on a self-imposed leash).

A week later, they both go and get a coffee in their civilian disguises, and Bruce’s eyes had gone hyper-focused and his lips had upended into his thinking scowl when their hands brush over the flight path of the sugar packets. It’d put off a lesser man, to see that face all furrowed and heavy with lines that were earned and forced. 

Jason’s not a lesser man, feels like there’s a lot extra to him post-Pit if anything, and it isn’t a no or a stop from a man who’s turned Jason down and disappointed him more than anyone else on Earth.

So he takes the frown substantially less to heart than he does the fact that Bruce is here, with him, in this dinky little coffee shop with god awful coffee, and honestly? Planning a, a trial-date where they’re both undercover had been a stroke of genius.

Turns out it’s a lot easier to be yourself when you aren’t.

So they sit there, and it’s a bit like they’re role-playing a different life and a different story, a quick glimpse into what could’ve been.

Their knees knock a couple of times, and Jason flagrantly ignores social niceties to reach over and grab the tomatoes off the side of Bruce’s sandwich. The set-up for this is a blind date, technically, and so Jason shouldn’t know that Bob across from him doesn’t like tomatoes.

But he does, and it’s an excuse for a test run at a little more intimacy, and Bruce just lets him do it with that quiet, thoughtful look he gets when he’s processing a difficult problem and he’s on full observational mode to gather as much information as he can get in him.

Jason would’ve thought that things are really, really clear, but trust Bruce to take something simple and make it dense and clouded.

(It shouldn’t be endearing, and in a fundamental way it really isn’t, but nevertheless all Jason can think about is his desire to dig his teeth into Bruce’s shoulder and stripping him bare of clothes and thoughts all in one go.)

“Do you want to do this again?” Jason asks at the end, pulling out his wallet because it’s easier to keep anonymous with cash than having to come up with 12 new burner cards every time they have an outing.

Bruce is still just staring at him, in a wig but somehow more fully Bruce and the Bat than he usually is as either, and seems to come to a decision with a sharp, decisive nod. “Yes.”

Permission’s been given to start the pursuit, and Jason plans to come after Bruce like a goddamn foxhound. He grins, and leans in for a kiss he’s sure won’t be rebuffed right here, right in the middle of a nondescript cafe.

It’s quick and chaste and when he pulls back Bruce’s face looks impassive but he’s not flinching back in disgust, so it goes some way to alleviating Jason’s concerns of Bruce just doing that stupid Bruce thing of going through with things he has no business going through with.

“Same time next week?” Jason says, pressing his advantage now that he’s been given permission to pursue. 

Bruce’s hands clench and then go loose, he takes a deep breath then lets it out, and their eyes are tight on each other when he says again, calm and clear, “Yes”.

And that’s that on that.

-

It doesn’t take long before light touches and quick kisses escalate into more. Jason’s always been a pretty tactile man, likes things he can physically have and hold (i.e. the Joker’s dead body) more than things he can’t (abstract no killing rules). Bruce gets him going, always has, and given Jason’s track record, he probably always will. There’s something very real about going out and having Somali for dinner, even if they’ve both got an inch of sfx makeup on them and have to be careful when they’re chowing down on iskukaris. 

There’s something even realer when Bruce is bare-faced and they’re in the quiet gloom of Jason’s apartment, and Jason gets him stripped back and is allowed to mark him up as much as he likes as long as it’s not anywhere visible.

Bruce is never particularly…. enthusiastic about it, is a lot more invested in gently stroking back Jason’s hair or running his hands up and down Jason’s back, but Bruce is a reticent kind of guy, so there’s no sense in being, being disappointed that Bruce doesn’t seem as hungry about it as Jason is.

Jason’s just starved, and maybe once he’s more sure of this and less worried that any day now Bruce will flip on a dime and say I don’t want you any more he’ll be quieter and calmer too. Besides, while Bruce’s body is this thing of literal art, a mouth-watering display of the cost-benefit of survival, he is also almost 2 decades Jason’s senior, without any Pit influence putting electricity in the blood.

As long as he gets to hold Bruce and stake his claim, what does it matter that Bruce is very, very quiet in bed, and seems to much prefer to pay service to Jason than to have it focused on him in return? He’s happy for Jason to go multiple rounds even when he’s all soft, will tuck Jason’s forelock behind his ear and sometimes he’ll even smile as he says “Go ahead, Jason.”

Sometimes he’ll seem to be a little lost in his own head, but his eyes always stray back to Jason, and he’ll say “I want you to take what you want,” like he’s making a grave announcement, and it’s not pleasure-crazed ah ah ahs that Jason wanted to have earned, but it’s something.

It’s plenty, even. He chalks it down to Bruce’s headspace being a strange, curly, twisty thing, and Jason makes sure that no matter how tame or wild the night gets, he invests heavily in aftercare even when Bruce insists he doesn’t want or need it.

When they’re skin to skin and pressed up close enough that Jason can hear every breath and feel every beat of his pulse, Bruce’s faraway look reads as pleasure. When it’s over and they’re slick and separated and panting, it just…

He tells himself Bruce is just someone who drops easily. It’s easy to build up a story around this narrative that suits him so well; free of the burden of having to be the protector and guardian, Bruce lets loose and comes apart like rock sugar dissolving in hot hot water. Jason gets to melt him, but afterwards he has to do his duty and keep things quiet and calm and still enough that Bruce can recrystallise.

Sometimes, after, they’ll just lie in bed with their hands held, and Bruce’s grip will go tight like he’s trying to force something through, before he eases himself back again.

This story that Jason tells himself, that has him looking awful good for being the Bat tamer, is starting to crack.

-

They go on in much the same way for months and months, and outside the bedroom Jason’s got less and less complaints. Dates hanging off the top of skyscrapers notwithstanding, there’s something more grounded about Bruce. He seems more certain of himself and where he stands in Jason’s estimations, and it’s a hell of a sight. When things get sticky and tricky, sometimes Bruce calls for him even before he calls the Cave, and it’s the sort of thing epics get written about. Once when things went sideways with Scarecrow and his scare toxin, Jason had gotten a text from an unknown number with the exact configuration of emojis they’ve agreed on as their emergency signal and a location.

He got there in less than 20 minutes, still in pyjamas but with three guns and two knives strapped to him, to find Bruce who’d scrambled into civilian clothes tucked up tight behind a dumpster, breathing forcibly calmed.

“I found you, I got you, I got you,” Jason had said, carefully brushing Bruce’s hair off his face so he can see how bad it’s going. Bruce’s eyes were blown wide, and there’s a tremor to his jaw like he’s barely holding on to himself, but he seemed to, to register that it’s Jason here with him, that Jason had come fetch and found him, because his eyes had closed, his breathing had become less and less laboured, and he had pressed so sweetly into the hands on his face.

So yeah, Jason’s more sure about where he stands with Bruce, too. He’d hustled the man into a carjacked Honda civic and driven him to the Cave, because much as he had wanted to rush Bruce to his apartment and rip the head off (literally, literally rip the head off) of anyone who even tried to come close, he didn’t have a lab in the kitchenette that could synthesise an antidote to whatever the fuck it was Crane had done that time.

It had felt like a turning point in their relationship, that night. Bruce had demonstrated that at his base, he trusts Jason with himself. Head full of screams and terror, he’d still fumbled his way to safety, and ‘safety’ had meant Jason. 

For Jason, well. He doesn’t think he’s ever been subtle, but it’s even more obvious than usual that his priorities are aligned due Bruce. They always have been, in all fairness, but now he doesn’t mind that Bruce knows.

Outside the bedroom, things are good. It feels… healthy, almost, this warm, solid thing they’ve built out from under incredibly inauspicious circumstances.

Inside the bedroom, Bruce is getting active, more participatory, but it feels more calculated, like he’s strategising even as he’s working Jason open. Like he’s in it because it’s a thing that needs doing so it might as well get done right, and it’s getting harder and harder to ignore how there’s more tension in Bruce’s back when they’re naked and coming their brains out than when they’re having sweet gashaato with unsweetened tea at Banadir’s on a semi-stakeout half-date.

They keep it going, because Bruce is a man better at carrying through with a task than almost anyone else in the world, and Jason just keeps puzzling this through until he comes to a conclusion that….

Ah, something that’s arguably more world-rearranging than when he realised that he wanted Bruce in every sense of the word.

-

Jason thinks about the best way to bring this up. A full-frontal assault, all vim and accusation, is a surefire way to back Bruce into a corner and have him double-down on whatever the fuck it is he thinks he’s doing. There isn’t a chance in fucking hell that he can outlast Bruce, just wait him out, not when crawling into bed with him is starting to make Jason’s skin crawl.

Things can’t stay the way they are. Bruce would likely disagree, would probably say that it’s fine and they just need to power through it, which is a better indication than most anything that this is not the time for staying the course.

He can’t really recruit outside help either. The family’s been split between people who are ambivalent to Jason staking his claim on Bruce, and the ones who think there’s abuse inherent in how their relationship’s stacked. Jason’s not going to tell anyone what to think, as long as they don’t try to tell him that Bruce is taking advantage of him (fucking godawful), or-

Or that Jason’s taking advantage of Bruce’s desperation to have him back in his life.

The second one’s enough to twist his stomach, because it sure would explain why in their day-to-day they’re good to and for each other, but in bed there’s something cracked and not-right, and Jason might have been the one to crack Bruce and made him do something….

Something Not-Right.

He feels like a dog with a bird in his mouth, trying to figure out if he’s protecting this delicate thing, or if he’s the one who killed it.

One thing’s for sure, is that they can’t have this conversation anywhere private and intimate, with Bruce already bound and determined to carry through like it’s his job.

So Jason tells Bruce to meet him at 3 o’clock on a Wednesday at Banadir’s, when the restaurant’s in a lull and Hussein’s so used to them coming by that he’ll often ask them to mind the counter while he’s in the back prepping for the dinner rush. Jason is at the table tucked by the front window, his back to the door because whatever the fuck else he might be getting wrong about Bruce, he knows the man does not like having his back open to anyone just passing by.

Bruce arrives perfectly, exactly on time, in casual dress and his usual disguise for when they come by here. “Hello, Jay,” he says warmly, leaning down to press a kiss to Jason’s cheek before he heads for his seat, and Jason tells himself to remember this.

Whatever it is that’s wrong, it’s beyond a doubt that Bruce cares very fucking deeply about him.

“Hey,” he says, rubbing at his face. “Didn’t mean to drag you out all of a sudden.”

“I didn’t have anything urgent,” Bruce says, sipping the tea Hussein had left out for him. “You sounded like this was. Everything all right?”

“Not really.” Jason slumps in his seat, and wonders if he has the right to knock their ankles together. “I need to get something off my chest, and I need you to be honest with me. Actually, truly honest, we’re talking life or death level importance here.”

Bruce frowns, and sets aside his tea. “I’ll try. What’s the matter?”

Jason chews on the inside of his cheek, trying to figure out how to make clear this terrible thing that he thinks he’s done to Bruce, and how to emphasise that it needs to stop, whatever the cost. He exhales, and looks Bruce right in his sharp, sharp eyes. “Start with this. I love you, you know that right? For better or for worse, whatever shape I get you in, even when I’m so angry I see green, I love you. Do you get that?”

Bruce looks a little taken aback, eyes wide and mouth gone slack, before he catches himself. “Yes. Yes, Jay, you’re very clear about it. You’re very good at being very clear about it.” He pauses, a little uncomfortable, but reaches over to brush the back of Jason’s hand in a tender transient touch before he pulls back. “I love you too,” he says quietly. “I hope you know that as well.”

Jason smiles but it’s more a grimace than anything else. “I know. I know, and I think that’s part of the problem.” C’mon, Todd, this is not the occasion to find out you’re actually a coward, actually a low-down no-good man. “Do you love me so much that you’re making yourself do things you don’t want?”

Bruce’s face doesn’t have a tell, because you can’t have a tell when you’re half visible in the Bat’s cowl, but his hands almost-clench for a split second. It’s a move that’s usually hidden in gauntlets and behind capes, but for all that Bruce has been staring and studying Jason these past few months, Jason’s been staring right the fuck back.

He feels sick to his stomach, but he needs to get through this. You could argue that Bruce is at fault in this too, for being a whole grown adult and still failing to draw his boundaries. You could argue that Bruce is more at fault if anything, because he’s older and more experienced and Jason hasn’t taken one step beyond whatever it is that he gets a ‘yes’ for.

You could argue all sorts of things, and Jason’s gone through them in his head for days and days because it’s a survival instinct to self-absolve when the crime is so massive and so unthinkable.

He’s just gotten beyond that, because survival’s not worth shit if the cost of it is forcing Bruce into doing things he finds unbearable but necessary. It’s literal villainy, at that point, and Jason’s fucking sick of being villainous towards people he cares about, especially fucking unintentionally.

“It’s not what you think,” Bruce says very, very quietly, and the air inside this little restaurant feels deeply unreal for how heavy this conversation is becoming while Sesame Street plays on the TV behind the counter. “It’s…. It’s really not what you think,” he says lamely.

“You sure?” Jason’s trying so fucking hard not to get angry, because that’s a survival instinct too, and him getting angry at Bruce is, it’s. 

It’s just, how many cruelties is he going to inadvertently force down Bruce’s throat, you know?

Jason takes a sip of his tea just to have an excuse to pause for a second. “So it’s not that you’ve been making yourself sleep with me just so that we could have a functioning relationship?” Thank fuck he had been too wound up to eat today, otherwise Jason truly, deeply thinks he would have thrown the fuck up. “You’re not having sex against your will because otherwise you wouldn’t get to keep me?”

Bruce is wringing his hands now, actively displaying a vulnerability, and that makes Jason feel like he’s about to choke and die on nothing. Because yeah, this is a hard conversation that’s going to be overwhelming whichever side of it you’re on, but if Bruce had wanted to hide his discomfort, he could’ve. 

Here he is, scraping himself raw in front of Jason, and it’s humbling, and it’s horrifying.

“You didn’t force me into anything, Jason, it’s just-”

Jason can’t keep looking at that face, those hands. Instead he looks down at his own, and tugs at a hangnail till he gets a bit of blood. “There’s a lot of ways to force someone,” he tells Bruce. “It can be obvious and it can be not, and it can be accidental, even. Doesn’t make it not force.”

“So what is it, then?” Bruce snaps, harsh and taut. “Are you saying I I took you as a lover to keep you as my son?”

“Isn’t that the exact fucking case?” Jason snarls right back, before biting down on his tongue. “I know you don’t like what we do in bed. I know you’re going along with it for me. I assumed it was because, I don’t know, I had room for improvement or something, y’know? But it got clearer and clearer that that wasn’t the case, but considering the alternative was too fucking terrifying, and I put it off.” Because maybe there actually is something rotten about Jason, something deeply, unfixably wrong with him for wanting Bruce to keep wanting him, and he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it. “I put it off and off and off, but there’s a word for forcing you into this, Bruce, and if I’m not already it, I will be. I just…” He feels so lost and so ugly. “Just let me know how to be good to you, okay? How to make this right. We can scrape the board clean, start over again, if you can forgive me. I’m not gonna love you any less, so just…”

He’s trying real fucking hard to not just get up and disappear. He wants to just get up and fucking disappear.

“Tell me what to do, Bruce,” Jason says in a hoarse whisper.

Jason startles so hard he almost falls out his chair, when a hand reaches over to take his and tug it closer. He looks up at Bruce, who’s looking down at Jason’s bleeding finger.

“I’m going to tell you a story,” Bruce murmurs, idly rubbing at Jason’s hand. “And I need you to listen to this before we move on further.”

Jason swallows, and nods.

“When my parents died,” Bruce says conversationally, “I knew that I was changed, and there was no changing back. I wouldn’t feel the same, I couldn’t be the same, and that’s just what happens when you hold your mother’s corpse in your arms and you’re asking her to please, please wake up. Alfred said that time would make it better, and it has, in a way.”

Jason can’t help that he catches Bruce’s hand in his, the need to hold and gentle overwhelming even when he just has no fucking right. Bruce doesn’t seem to mind, just smiles humourlessly, eyes still off him.

“When I got into my late teens and sex became the favoured pastime, I wasn’t interested. I thought it’s fine, to not be. Everything’s going to come in late for me, if it came in at all. I wasn’t happy, or healing particularly well, and I thought I would remain blank and dull for the rest of my life. It didn’t feel bad, because it didn’t feel like much at all. I had my duty, and I would see it through. It wasn’t hard to fake interest, or acquire the relevant skills. Anyone looking for a fun night wasn’t looking for much else, so I just kept going.”

There’s nothing Jason can add to that, though he struggles to comprehend taking a look at Bruce in whatever guise he comes in and not wanting more. He’s seen Starbucks baristas get a little starry-eyed when Bruce orders a coffee while in disguise as Some Guy. Even hidden away, there’s an inherent weight that rests in his gaze that makes you want to square your shoulders and step up. 

Hard to imagine not wanting more and more and more of it.

Bruce is undeterred by Jason’s mute silence, and seems bound and determined to just keep going. “When the… situation with Richard happened, some things kicked back online. I felt terrified and stressed and lost, and I also felt… love, and care, and affection. So I thought ah, desire and attraction, that will come when I need it, and I kept on and kept on and kept on.”

It’s terrifying to ask, but it still needed doing. “What about Selina?”

Bruce huffs a horrible non-laugh. “I tried, and it wouldn’t come. Years of flitting affairs and when we took it seriously, it still wouldn’t come. She didn’t seem to notice,” and that has Jason so mad his eyes want to cross, “and we kept going until it ceased to matter. I thought ah, this wasn’t it, and in all fairness I certainly didn’t care as much for her as I do for Richard. I didn’t think about it, and-”

“And kept on,” Jason says dully, starting to see the shape of the thing.

Bruce shrugs. “And kept on. At parties and events, it’s not very hard to find people too drunk to remember my lack of interest, or people more interested in my name than my participation. And then,” he looks up, the quickest peek up at Jason like he wants to check in with him and wants Jason to see him doing it. “And then you came, and asked for it. I thought that if our previous arrangement wasn’t the right one, where was the harm in trying out something new? You’re your own man, and I trusted you to take care of yourself, to know what you wanted.”

Jason swallows, and feels his ears burn. “Yeah, the way we were before wasn’t right. It never worked, but I’d always wanted you in any way I could have you, so I tried till I… needed to try something else.”

“I had my fair share of trouble trying to adjust my expectations and my thinking, at the start. But then I sunk into it, and it started feeling like a twisted shoulder being snapped back into place. So I assumed that if the emotions were present, so would the physicality.” He smiles, and it’s a terrible sight to see. “It didn’t. And as time went on, I thought if I couldn’t be interested in you, I likely won’t be interested in anyone. I’m old enough that the pattern was becoming terribly, terribly clear. And I didn’t want to let that stop me from taking care of you, too. I promise I tried everything I could think of, Jason, but…”

“But?”

“The first few times, when I wanted to want it and couldn’t I felt so wretched I wanted to claw my skin off,” he says calmly, but it’s in the hands, right, and Bruce’s hands are trembling so, so finely. “Even when I put in more effort, even when I knew what I wanted and what I could have with you, I…” And here Bruce hesitates, brought to a sudden halt where he’d been telling his story with such false leisure before. “I hate it,” he finally admits, so quiet it’s clear he half wants to be missed. “It feels good to touch you, it feels good to kiss you, but the more, ah, visceral it gets, the more I had to keep swallowing it down. I hate it. But it isn’t unbearable, okay? I can keep going,” Bruce says, with casual confidence, and

Jason’s getting what he means now, about hating it and wanting to rip his skin off and choke on his own tongue.  

“It isn’t a toll you have to pay to be loved, Bruce,” Jason lands on, after a long, awkward pause. “It isn’t a thing you have to perform to get to keep someone. Anyone who’s ever made you feel like that, anyone who’s never noticed what you’re putting yourself through for them, every single one of them’s a piece of shit. I’m pretty fucking garbage for not bringing this up sooner, too, but if we break the fuck up right now I really need you to internalise that having sex when you don’t want to have sex is gonna fuck you up, and it’s gonna fuck up anyone who loves you.” He wants to break a table with his bare hands, he wants to go have a punch-up with Catwoman and scream at her because she had gotten to have Bruce for so long and hadn’t noticed this.

He wants to have a punch-up with himself for being too much of a goddamn chicken to have nipped it in the bud right at the start. Fuck lot of good aftercare’s going to do if during the rest of it Bruce is just chanting grin and bear it inside his thick fucking skull.

“I don’t think I forced myself all that much, Jason,” Bruce says soothingly, and he probably believes it, but all that’s playing through Jason’s head are the thousand and one times Bruce’s facade had slipped and he’d seen with his own damn eyes that there was something wrong, something that was rubbing Bruce raw, and he’d ignored it.

Christ.

Jason takes a steadying breath. “What do you want, B? What do you actually with and from me, and if you lie I’m gonna fucking explode.”

Bruce looks at him carefully, and it’s clear he’s testing out what answers he thinks Jason would want to hear. Jason hopes that the scowling is making it really damn sure that Jason truly does not give a shit about anything other than the truth right now.

“I like being with you,” Bruce says, slow and tentative. “I love you. I want to give you everything you want, and I don’t want to have things you want that I can’t give you.”

“Tough fucking luck,” Jason tells Bruce, squeezing his hand a shade too hard. “Wanting to give more than you have is the default state for most people, B, and you’re only unfamiliar with it because being handsome and rich covers most bases.”

“It could just be a matter of time,” Bruce says, the poster child of brute-forcing his way through suffering and pain for the sake of duty. “I might become more interested if we just keep trying,” he says, clearly trying to squirm into a loophole where he can force himself for Jason’s benefit again, only this time with Jason’s explicit knowledge.

“Just stop, Bruce. You’ve lived through more than enough that if it was gonna happen, it would’ve.” And okay, it’s a little warming in the belly how determined Bruce is that if it were to happen, it would happen with Jason. It just doesn’t negate the point that it’s force-force-force all the way down. “We can try it a different way, without the things that aren’t good. I don’t know, man, we’ve gone through so much and ended up okay.” Jason chucks on a crooked smile, hopes it’ll stick. “There are a hell of a lot of ways to have a fucking good time with someone you care about. We’ll figure it out. We still haven’t even started on any West African restaurants.”

That gets a pity laugh from Bruce, but from Bruce even a pity laugh’s hard to earn. “You’re sure? You can let me know when your patience runs out,” he says, like he’s looked into the future and the future’s swinging by in a week and a half.

“Have some faith, asshole. Looking like I’m in it for the long haul, no thanks to you.” Jason drains his tea, and feels filled with sizzling energy, like he needs to throw Bruce over his shoulder and run for 12 miles. “C’mon, let’s go for a run and then go for a spar. I’m so full up with this shit I just wanna beat the crap out of you.”

Bruce’s hand shoots out, catches tight around his wrist. “Jason,” Bruce says again, so grim and so careful, “you’re sure?”

And Jason can’t begin to imagine what it’s like for Bruce, years and years and years of thinking something’s wrong but that it might change, then pushing and pushing and pushing but the thing you’re pushing against is a fundamental tenet of your nature. Hoping not to be found out, not knowing what to do when you are, certain that what you are is not-quite-right and things can only go wrong.

God. How angry would Hussein be if he leaves without settling the bill, jsut picks Bruce up and runs away with him, all the way home to where they can sit on his ratty couch and watch Planet Earth while Bruce takes down notes for future green WE strategies? Don’t need the ‘after’ part of aftercare, not after (hah!) this.

“I’m sure,” Jason says, cocky and deeply grave. “And if that changes for me, we’ll talk, same as how we’ll talk if something’s not right for you. We got a deal, Bruce?”

Bruce gets to his feet, and looks bright and light and unbearably beautiful. “We have a deal,” he tells Jason, and he’s most-of-the-way smiling.

Jason wants to explode.

-

a/n: it’s embarrassing to explain titles but it’s both about their love of restaurant dates AND the importance of checking in with your partner in times of trouble. anon i loved the prompt, and if you haven’t yet i cannot recommend mitzvahmelting’s fic enogugh.

also everything keeps getting so long that i’m simultaneously way behind on prompts but ahead on word count oh my fucking god

#brujay #bruce wayne #jason todd #whalewriting #nanowhalemore #anon u turned on all 12 of my braincells trying to work on this #they were meant to be occupied w work but all i could think about was #how would bruce make peace with being asexual (if he can at all) #anyways i'm really going thru it but this is fun

[possibleplatypus]

O frabjous day!

*rolls in 18 minutes before the day ends* I wanted to thank all the friends I’ve made these past- two years? God has it been that long?- and all the writers who inspire me and all the stories that have made me so happy and sad, and all the people who’ve supported me, and if I forgot anyone all the fault is mine, you are amazing and beautiful, and even if I don’t say much I hope you know I appreciate you~

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#watch tumblr screw up my tags #every day is fanfic writer appreciation day lbr #much love #SO MANY TALENTED PEOPLE #omg who did I miss

[whalesforhands]

What would satosugu do if Mc had another lover?

HAHAAH I WENT IN A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT DIRECTION

“I think I fell in love recently…” Your eyes are glazing over with infatuated lovesickness. Your chocolate bread long abandoned as your hand rests upon your heated cheek, the lovely thoughts of your object of affection flashing through your mind’s eye. Shoko pokes a finger into your free cheek, watching as the flesh squishes beneath her skin before leaning forth to steal a bite of your lunch.

“What?!” Gojo’s strawberry cheesecake had all of its initial interest stolen，the metal spork he had stolen from Geto’s home-made lunch bouncing off of his lap and clattering onto the classroom floor, just as Geto’s chopsticks pause midair, face starting to turn pale as he pounds at his chest to prevent the cherry tomato he had swallowed from going down the wrong pipe.

The look in your eyes is still far away, dazed and enraptured with the thoughts of your mystery crush, hearts basically emanating from you as the afternoon sunlight casts a gentle glow on you through the translucent curtains.

(Since when was there a breeze flowing through your hair, indoors…?)

It’s Suguru that barely manages to avoid choking through a mouthful of his fruit, a napkin to his mouth as he spits it out, hastily downing some water.

“When—“ He coughs to better swallow the drink that refuses to go down. “Did you both meet?” Satoru’s still struck with too much surprise and flabbergasted by your sudden news, his lower jaw hanging open as his sunglasses fall onto the turn of his nose.

Just when did they ever have another competitor?!

(Suguru closes his mouth for him.)

“We met when Shoko and I were out-“ Your fingers twiddle with the newly bought scrunchie inbetween your hands, the soft material making you reminisce the feel of fluttery feelings your mystery person gave you. “He was so soft and cuddly, with just a bit of attitude…”

Your eyes close in smitten devotion, your gait growing shy as your head swirls with images of him.

“Black and white hair…” A delinquent?! With dyed hair?! When was that ever your type? (“Seriously?! That’s what you’re into?!”)

“The sharpest brown eyes…” (“Suguru has sharper eye— Ow!”)

“The cutest upturned nose, and the softest hands…”

(“I’m cuter! And my hands are way softer!”

He holds out his hands to the group, placing them atop the desks that were pushed together for lunchtime.

“Shoko! Suguru! Feel and tell her!”)

“Could this be… What others call love at first sight?” Your trance is broken once you’re grabbed by your shoulders, being vigorously shaken back and forth as Gojo gets all up in your face, leaning diagonally towards you. “No! No, it’s not!”

Shoko is absolutely losing it, barely holding herself together whilst sneakily trying to muffle her snickers as she takes another bite of your chocolate cream bun that was now in her possession.

(You don’t mind. You still have the vanilla bean, azuki bean and dark chocolate flavours to try out.)

Suguru’s still baffled, holding his head in his hand as a finger taps anxiously on his forehead. A surge of fear going through him.

(Why? Why another person? What did he have that he or Gojo didn’t? They can’t possibly be lacking, can they? Shoko may call both of them trash but…)

“Do you mind if we meet them?” It comes out even before he could process his words, even Suguru himself is taken aback by how calm, how normal his voice had sounded, how it lacked all the anxiety and anger that coursed through him.

——

You agreed. Of course you agreed.

“I don’t think he will mind at all!” The smile on your face is absolutely radiant. “Ah, he’s just a little shy though.” You grow timid once again as your face alights with another grin. Does the mere thought of him make you blush and falter like a lovesick schoolgirl…?

“But I’m sure you will all love him!”

No. Suguru decides that he absolutely will not. Not when you’re practically skipping in excitement down the path, Satoru’s arm around you as he openly glares at each and every teenaged individual that seemed to match your description.

(“Hah?! What are you looking at?!” Gojo’s glaring at another man that dared to breathe in your general direction.

“(name), I don’t like how that guy looks.” He’s whispering into your ear as you giggle, telling him to knock it off with a light tap to his nose, his whining barely ceasing.

“I bet your friend isn’t much to look at anyway!” You tilt your head to the side, a contemplative hand under your chin as you stare at Satoru head-on, from his personality to his looks. “Hmm… I think you’re both around the same level.”

“Me?! Compared to him?!”)

Suguru’s following closely behind you both with Shoko at his side, the girl lackadaisically sipping at the coffee you had gotten for her as she maintains her silence, enjoying the sights and sounds of the busy street.

As if she knows something they don’t.

“You look awfully calm. Is there something you want to say?” Suguru’s look towards her is placid, a look of feint serenity, smile stretched just a little too wide, eyes clenched a little too tight.

He’s nervous. And Shoko can tell.

From the way he’s been blowing that strand of his bangs out of his face, taking just a few minutes more to brush out his hair before heading out today, walking so close to you earlier that distance was practically a myth between the both of you.

He’s jealous. And wasn’t trying to make it as obvious as Gojo did.

(Can you even tell either of them are jealous?)

You blink when Geto assists you in clasping your necklace, his warm hands pressing against your nape as you melt into his gentle touch. How nice of him. You were just about to ask him for help. “Don’t let others do this for you, okay?”

You recoil slightly when a napkin is slapped onto your face to wipe the cream off, Gojo’s hand enthusiastically helping you as you try your best to stay still, his free hand holding your cheek to prevent you from moving too much. “Only we can get this close to you, alright?!”

Okay…? You’ll always listen to them is what you have decided.

(Unless Shoko has an input too. You’ll let hers override theirs.)

She twirls a strand of her hair as she finishes the final sip of her coffee, taking a chance and trying out Gojo’s half-drunk bubble tea.

She makes a face before she replies, the sugar on her tongue making her grimace. “Not much at all.”

Geto pins his gaze onto her, laughing lightly as his fists start to unclench. “I think I would know. I’m your friend after all.”

The girl stirs the straw within the cup, smiling. She’s satisfied with that reply as she pulls out her phone, hiding away the lock screen from his view. “Then you have nothing to worry about. I promise on our friendship.”

Geto Suguru is at ease. (Only just the slightest.)

(“(nameeeeeeeee)!!! That guy looked at you suspiciously! Is that him?!”

“He doesn’t even have black OR white hair…”

“I don’t like how he stared at you! Suguru! Stand at the other side! Shoko, you’re on front duty!”)

——

“We’re here!” You’re standing before an alleyway, shaded just enough to protect the inner area from the sun.

“Ruruko! Are you here?” You jog deeper in as the trio quickly go after you, thoughts flying through a particular duos’ brains.

Ruruko? What kind of man that has you so enamored has that name? What kind of gentleman makes you come meet him in an alleyway? Why is Shoko so calm?!

(And why is she recording this?)

Satoru’s crossing his arms, puffing his chest out as he surveys the area, waiting for a group of rabid teenagers to jump out and attack as Suguru’s watching with careful intent, stance ready to take on a sudden fight before—

“Ruruko!” You’re squatting, lowering yourself down as you start cooing. Scratching inbetween the cat’s ears and under its chin as he meows, purrs into your hand.

“See? Isn’t he just the cutest?!” You’re practically squealing when the cat nuzzles back up to you, allowing you to pick it up and hold it, letting it’s furry front face the SSS trio as you bring his furry face next to yours, nuzzling your cheek into his and showing off his shiny black-white mottled coat and pretty brown eyes.

It only meows as it stares at them, licking his paws and using it to flick at his ears.

“A cat?!” Satoru’s gasping as he falls to his knees, dramatically holding his head in his hands. As Suguru plants his hand against a wall, his other covering his eyes.

“It was a cat all along?!”

masterlist

Notes:

Both Gojo and Geto have a new lock screen photo of you holding Ruruko now. Shoko already has one.

Ruruko. satoRU, suguRU, shoKO. RURUKO.

Shoko knew all along, if you couldn’t already tell.

Gojo buys bubble tea with 100% sugar. Less ice.

nvy’s aftertalk:

to tide my non-kofi readers over since i haven’t fed y’all in a while haha

#dyf au #geto x reader x gojo #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #whalewrites #satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk fluff

[whalesforhands]

did anyone see the 20 min poll i put up lol

i can’t help myself (geto x reader x gojo)

warnings: SMUT, everyone is an ADULT, minors DNI, penetration, sex whilst YOU are under the influence of smthg, dubcon, i die a little inside everytime i write porn, but ppl seem to like me more when i do, buddha i am not your strongest soldier, do i count as a writer with lots of variation yet

“Mm, see?” Gojo grinned as he hand-fed you the chocolates gifted to you by Ieiri, watching as you chewed on them, even daringly giving a cute kitten lick to the remnants of it on his fingers.

“Good, right? I went to this shop before during one of my missions. Should’ve brought back more if I knew you liked them this much.” He placed another on his tongue, leaning in to kiss you as he transferred the slightly melted treat into your mouth, his lips pressing closer to yours, tongue twirling with yours and tasting the sweet with you.

You moaned, your hands on his chest as he came closer. All of a sudden, a hot, pink haze settled over you, searing your body.

Your body felt hot, burning, ablaze with want. Your desire was wanton, lust coursing through your very veins as you suddenly clung onto the sleeves of Satoru’s shirt.

“Satoru…” You practically moan, the thought of him naked and pounding into your willing cunt flashing through your brain, the thought making you clench your thighs as you felt a gush of liquid leak from your core.

“Help-“ You feel your knees wobble, collapsing forward into Gojo’s waiting arms. “Please…”

His grin never got so wide.

——

Geto and Gojo are a pair. A pair that craved, wanted and lusted after you. A pair that had chased after the unknowing, oblivious you since your highschool days.

You can’t say that you haven’t fallen for their charms.

Now, as Satoru’s head buried itself into you, tongue deep inside of you as Suguru began to strip.

Suguru was so hard, you swear you saw his cock throb with desire as soon as he pulled his pants down, before your eyes were averted, mind focusing back on the white-haired man between your thighs.

Because with the way Satoru is practically making out with your pussy and combined with Suguru’s saccharine words, your resolve was slowly crumbling, your mind threatening to crumble under the pleasure.

“Satoru’s happily eating you out, won’t you suck my cock? Please?” Suguru pleads, his black eyes feigning hurt at your ignorance of his problem.

You need to be filled. Your lips obediently parting to slip the mushroom tip of his cock inside you as you begin to suckle and taste his deliciously thick cock.

“Mmm, good girl.” Suguru kneels over your head, his balls pressed against your closed eyelids as he pushed his cock down your throat.

You can’t see. It feels so hot, so heavy on your face. You don’t get time to think before you feel him shove deeper into your mouth, your jaw aching as it struggled to accommodate him.

Down below, you weren’t faring any better, your thighs squirming around as you began to reach your high, Satoru sucking and licking at your clit as his fingers increased his pace inside, one hand holding down your thigh to keep you in place as he gave and gave and gave, leading you to burst just as Suguru came down your throat, his heavy balls twitching on your eyelids as you swallowed every last drop.

——

“C-condom…!” You cried out as Gojo held your thighs down, his thick, bare cock already halfway inside you before he heard you.

He grunted, pulling out of you briefly as hurriedly tugs out a condom packet from Suguru’s wallet that was tossed onto the bedside drawer, rolling it on haphazardly before plunging back inside you as you whined at the sudden sensation.

His pace was merciless from the beginning, drool making its way out of the corner of your lips as your arms wrapped around him, feeling the inches slide in and out of your used cunt.

“Shit, this pussy feels sooo fucking good.” A hard thrust inside of you causes you to scream, your nails digging into his back, legs in the air and dangling uselessly.

“Yeah? You’re a good girl who likes taking my cock, right?”

You cry as you feel him sink that cock of his impossibly deeper into you, balls pressed right against your ass, your legs up in the air as the warm, sticky sensation of his cum began to seep out, thank goodness that the condom was thankfully catching his voluminous spend.

Right?

You don’t think condoms felt so… thick and hot inside of you. You try to urge him to pull out, shaking and punching at his shoulders as he held you down, to urge him out of his bliss as he continued to drain his semen inside of you. Finally getting his attention, he pouted as he began to take his time to slowly slide out, ensuring that you felt every ridge of his dick.

Milky white dripped out of you, running down one of your thighs as you began to panic. His seed, thick, viscous was trailing from your labia and wetting the very tip of his cock where he had just pulled out.

There the condom was, broken and ruptured as the remainder of it seemed to cling painfully tight to his base, which you expected to be limp and satisfied after coming so much.

That’s when you noticed. He was hovering over your abused entrance, tip still red, angry and wanting. He was waiting for your approval to plunge back inside.

“It’s fine because I already came inside once right?” You heard Satoru utter into your ear, releasing the remains of the broken condom around his cock. “What’s a few more from me and Suguru?”

Suguru strokes your head. “They make pills for this, don’t worry.” A timed kiss to swallow any more of your skepticism.

It’s definitely okay, right? They assured you so. They’ll take care of you. It’s totally fine, right?

You can’t even protest as Satoru pushes himself back in for an immediate round 2, your legs wrapping around his waist this time as you felt Suguru’s fingers prod at your ass.

——

“Why do you get her pussy again?” Satoru whined as he held you up in a full nelson, his arms wrapped up underneath your knees and holding your legs wide open, his cock buried deep inside your wet asshole.

“Cause,” Suguru began, his cockhead swiping up and down your cum-filled cunt, teasing you, making you whine as you begged for him to fill you. “You came inside her three times in a row. It’s my turn.” He pushes in, grinning as you cried out.

The sensation of having both men inside of you was too much, their thrusts just simply too much. You were crying, your tears starting to fill up your eyes as you began to beg, but what for? You’re too turned on, your womb was so full of semen, your ass felt like it was going to end up in the same state after Suguru had gone multiple rounds there. You’re so, so exhausted.

But you can’t stop. Don’t want them to stop.

“No, no- Mmm! I- I can’t-! Mmngh! So good!” Your words were broken, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as jumbled nonsense continued spilling from your lips.

“Look at her, all fucked out. So cute.”

“She’s not at her limit yet, look at how she’s still clenching around our cocks like a whore.”

“Let’s change that then.”

——

“Mmm, your drenched asshole feels so fucking good.” Your hips were clenched tight by Satoru’s hands as your fingers gripped the sheets, your cunt absolutely filled up by Suguru who laid beneath you, your head buried into the crook of his neck.

You feel then thrust powerfully up and down into you, their thrusts reaching an intensity in strength and in speed.

Their thrusts in tandem with each other, as one goes in, the other out, in perfect synchronization. You can’t help but moan helplessly in their arms as their heavy cocks plunge into you, body accepting each thrust as their penises master your holes.

“God, you’re the fucking best.”

Satoru throws his head back as he groans at Suguru’s lustful voice, burying his cock deep inside your asshole, his balls throbbing against you as you feel wet gushes of sperm spurt eagerly into your ass, soon feeling another wet spurt deep into your womb.

You were too full.

Their massive balls are full of seed, them choosing to keep their thick cocks sheathed deep within your warm, inviting holes as they press tight against you, sending every drop deep into your vagina.

——

Suguru grabs your bottom with both hands, thrusting his hips forward hard. It swiped against your pussy lips, just missing its mark before he groans, readjusting himself before he angles himself just right to plunge back in.

His chest presses your back against the wall, bus erection thrusting steadily into you as he slides his full length inside.

You draw his head down to yours, kissing along his jawline as each hard, rough thrust of his drives moans and moans out of you, leaving you incoherent and wanton.

“You like this, yeah?” A hard thrust into you. “Gonna take all of my load inside this slutty hole, aren’t you?”

“C-cummm inswideee…” You’re losing yourself; your brain turning to mush as he begins to churn up your insides with that wonderful cock of his. You can’t get enough.

You’re about to orgasm for the nth time tonight. Your body thrashes in wild abandon, hips bucking frantically against him, back arching your back against the wall as you clutch at him.

“C-cumming..!”

You hear him laugh, a hand reaching up to grope at one of your lonely breasts. “Already? I just put it in, sweetheart.”

“Too good too good too good-!”

You hear him chuckle again just as the door opens to reveal Satoru coming back with bottles of water.

——

Gojo Satoru ungraciously crashes onto the wet sheets, heaving with his arm across his eyes. He’s exhausted. Tuckered out.

You scream as Suguru holds your hips up from behind, cumming deep inside of your cunt yet again as your body remains limp and pliant for him.

As he pulls out, you whine and cry at the loss, at the painful emptiness of your body.

It’s not enough.

“Nwoo, Sugu-“ You babble, hand threading itself into his own as you pull him close, kissing and licking at his jaw. “Wan’ more! Need it!”

Suguru is running a hand through his hair as he shakes his head, his body shaking slightly as he carries you, settling you on his lap as he leans back against the headboard. He watches, awestruck, entranced as you drag yourself to his lying Satoru, cum seeping out of both of your used holes, climbing onto his lap and bouncing yourself vigorously up and down his significant other’s half hard cock.

“B-babe, I’m alr-already shooting bl-blanks-!” Satoru’s hands come up to your hips, helping to support you as you whine, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“S’not en-enough! P-please!” You were sobbing as he helped you maneuver your hips, your body screaming in exhaustion as your pussy whined for more.

Satoru was practically immobile at this point, only just conscious enough to help you a little, his groans sounding almost pained as his tired eyes continued to watch you. up down up down up down up-

You were going to break him. He doesn’t think he minds. As your oversensitive hole clenches hard around his painfully sensitive cock, he sees you reach your arms out for Suguru, begging him to come closer before your lips press hungrily to his, your hand tugging at his long black locks as your drool smears all over his mouth.

Your hole clenches tight around him, a whine of painful pleasure leaving you as you cum hard on his cock, feeling the familiar twitch that signaled he was reaching his end too, you can stay awake a little more, a little more to feel his hot liquid burst up deep insi-

You pass out. Your body physically can’t go on anymore even as your holes beg for more.

It’s over.

The duo don’t know whether to feel relieved or worried as you faint in Satoru’s embrace, finally able to sleep off the exhaustion you were facing.

come on y’all, i got geto asks, LOTS of gojo asks, but where’s the STSG asks lmao. i literally only wrote STSG and nobody is feeding me my literal main focus 😭

#geto x reader x gojo #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #whalewrites #getou suguru x reader #jjk smut #satosugu x reader smut #gojo smut #geto smut #dyf au

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purge your turmoil pt.8 (satosugu x reader)

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warnings: yandere behaviors and tendencies, my experimental tone shifts, not really creepy unless u find obsessive behaviors and patterns horrifying, gore mentions

Surrounded by debris of the dilapidated, abandoned hospital, you hold onto a raggedy stuffed doll left behind.

 It’s soft and colourful. Or, it once was. Her dress stained and riddled with blood and dirt, her cotton body having been slashed through the middle, soft cotton falling out as you hold her.

 A child’s final comfort in their last moments. It’s hard to breathe thinking about it. 

Your thumb gently caresses the doll’s smiling face, clearing off dust and remnants of dirt as best you could. 

“Will this,” Your words tremble. “Ever end?” 

Suguru stands beside you,  hands clenching when he catches the look of quiet despair on your face.

“I think… It’s not something to hope for.” He wishes he could offer more than just this.

“It’s,” You suck in a harsh breath, not realizing you’ve been holding your breath. “Been hard.” Your eyes flutter close as you try to ignore the haunting memories of blood on your hands, of cries for help, of massacred bodies of unfortunate victims. Over and over and over and over-

“And here you are, despite how hard it’s been.” He’s beside you now, kneeling down on one knee next to you as he tenderly grips a dirtied, matching ribbon found within the rubble back around the doll’s neck, tenderly patting its head when he finishes. 

It’s whole once again. You gently prop it against the crumbled pillar.

You hope that in another life, that doll and her owner are reunited.

——

The ticking of a clock sounds out somewhere around you, quiet and constant, each tock giving your eyelids the strength to finally lift, only to be met with the endless darkness ahead of you.

You don’t know if you’re still alive.

You’ve been floating around in here for… God knows how long. It’s lonely. Everyone. What’s happening? Where are they? You miss Shoko. You miss Satoru. You miss Suguru. You miss Yaga. You miss that little boy.

“You look like someone I know.”

You gently smile at him, eyes closed in amused bliss as you continue to stroke his hair, his head in your lap as he stares up at you with a furrowed brow of scrutinization.

“That so? I don’t think my features are very distinguishable from others, I suppose.” You giggle out, happy to have the young boy so comforted in your embrace as you softly pat his head.

(He’s so soft and squishy. You want to pull and stretch those mochi-like cheeks of his. You refrain, afraid of another barking remark that ultimately held no bite.)

“That’s not what I meant.” He pulls a sulky, irritated expression, brows still downturned into one of dissatisfaction, as if he can’t put his finger on where the sense of familiarity was coming from.

“You look like the pictures in the-“

You miss everyone. When was the last time you talked to them? You think and think, churning your brain, eyes squeezing close as you’re hit by a wave of bitter pain, your spine straightening out as you clutch your head.

“I think…” You begin to trail off, eyes stuck to the glowing blue glass of the aquarium as you watch a whale shark swim past your vicinity within the enclosure.

It’s tranquil. You squeeze the warm hands you held as you watched the sight before you with a smile.

“If I could choose… I’d like a life where I could grow old with all of you.”

You’re smiling as you think about it. Maybe you could rent a little apartment near wherever the 3 of them are staying, a quaint, quiet neighbourhood…

(…marriage? Maybe. That promise still makes you blush.)

Riko would give up on her little Star Plasma spiel. Live the way she truly wanted to, a way where she can finally find happiness, experience the joys she’s yet to feel.

Everyone… Would just be happy. Just like they deserve, just like they should.

But… You can’t possibly witness that if you’re dead, right? Your fingers claw at your face as you feel the bewildering pain of your thoughts. Are you really dead? No— Please, there’s still so much left to do. Your pitiful life should’ve had a reason for your living, and yet—

You can’t hear them. Can’t hear anything. You’re dead. Dead. What’s happening out there? Move. Move. Move.

The silence is deafening as your body squirms and you block out your ears.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tickticktickticktick-

Nobody is answering you. You’re missing the physical connection you once had to your body. How long has it been? How long have you been stuck like this? Time doesn’t even feel like it exists while you’re here.

The incessant ticking comes to a stop.

——

You learned to recognize this place in your time here. Your cursed void. One where no one but you could enter, and no one but you could leave.

The problem was… You couldn’t leave. You’ve tried. Walked and walked for endless miles, clawed at the abyssal darkness that never had an end, screamed into the void for hours just to never have an answer.

You… Can’t really be in here forever, can you?

It’s lonely in here.

“Gojo-sama, who is (last name)-san…?”

The tall man grins micheviously, looking down at the tiny hand he held within his palms as he squeezes lightly, before bending down to be eye level with his child.

“A special someone you’ll meet soon enough.”

——

“Nanako… We shouldn’t be in here…”

“It’s fine, Mimi! Papa and Daddy didn’t say we can’t visit! We just want to put the fresh flowers in for her! Plus…” She pauses, turning her head left and right, scouring the area.

“Megumi and Tsumiki aren’t here to stop us!”

The last sentence was dropped to a whisper, as if the blonde just realized her voice could attract attention.

Suguru kisses your hair, hands trailing to interlock your fingers with his own as he breathes in the very feel of you.

“Look, kids.” Geto pulls away, touch still lingering on your skin that had long gone cold years ago. He flashes a smile towards his awaiting children, showing you off for them to see.

“Isn’t she beautiful?”

You startle from your curled up position, hearing two faint sets of feet patter into the room. Slow, trying their best to tiptoe before a certain pair gives up, breaking into a sprint towards you.

A tiny crack forms within your domain as your ears keen to listen.

“See! It’s perfectly fine!”

You hear tapping, the fumbling of paper and plastic.

“Papa said it’s okay to give her flowers. I wanna be first cause today’s her…” She furrows her brows as she tries to mouth out the word. “Anniv- Ersaury?”

Mimiko frowns at her twin. “We should wait till everyone gets here…” She’s unsure, hugging her plush to her chest as she nervously looks around, more afraid of getting in trouble with her beloved parents more than anything.

The crack grows larger, making its way towards you.

“But last time we only got to spend like 10 seconds with her before Papa and Daddy chased us out!” Nanako huffed, a hand on her hip as she gripped a large bouquet of white lilies and osmanthus flowers, Mimiko holding onto the incense sticks.

“Anyway!” Nanako turns back to face you, settling the flowers down as she moves to kneel before you, hurrying Mimiko to start placing the incense.

“Let’s just start!”

You swiftly move towards it, ignoring the shards of glass digging into the soles of your feet, eyes burning from the shimmers of light shining through the holes as you chase it down, wanting, yearning for this escape.

The anxious twin lets out a deep sigh, lighting the incense sticks with a nearby candle as she hands a few to her awaiting sister, who settles down comfortably on her knees atop the prayer pillow.

“I wish for you to get better soon!” She holds the incense sticks up with her hands as she prays, eyes closed in deep concentration.

“Mhm…” Her twin follows suit, surrounding the room in a deep silence as they are joined by the flickers of the flame, the slow dripping of dewdrops from their fresh flowers chorusing with their heartfelt pleas.

Your surroundings begin to shatter, glass like formations raining down upon you as a shining bright light envelops your sight, a bubble immediately blowing up and swallowing you in its embrace as you begin to glow, the twins jumping off and Nanako standing protectively before her sister as she gets pushed back by your cursed technique.

“I- I think we broke it…” Mimiko’s voice is starting to crack as her tears begin to well up in her eyes, her hand dragging Nanako further back from you.

“Shh! What if Daddy hears us?”

“But he’s gone to pick up Gumi and big sister Tsumiki…”

Your eyelashes flutter as you slowly blink open your eyes, sensations of touch and your feel of the atmosphere slowly return to you. Your dried up flesh slowly plumping up, blood beginning to flow throughout your body, face instantaneously flushing with colour once more as you gasp out, taking lungfuls of air, irises rolling back to the front to view the space before you.

“Nanako… Is that…?”

You’re met with the darkness of what seems to be a bedroom. You slowly move to get up, bones creaking and your fingers slowly twitching to really get the feel of your body back, brushing against the various lilies and osmanthus flowers surrounding you, seemingly fresh in nature as dewdrops slowly dripped off the petals and onto your fingertips.

You look around you, disoriented and feeling fatigued, slowly sitting up against the plush area you were lying upon. It felt like you had just awoken from the dead.

“H…ello?” Your eyes flicker over to the 2 little girls standing before you, voice hoarse, broken. Vocal cords tangled together from years of underuse as you feel your organs literally start to pump to life, eyesight slowly coming back as your vision gets restored by the bubble.

It pops.

They scream, rushing towards you as they lunge towards your form.

“We did it Mimi! We cured Mama!”

Mama…? Did you- Oh my god. You’re blushing up a storm at the thought of it.

“Wha-What…?” Their smiles grow ever bigger, hugs growing startlingly tight for their small forms.

“Mhm! Along with Gumi and our big sister Tsumiki! But they’re at school now and Daddy is gonna pick them up and buy us lunch, then, then! We’re gonna eat dinner together cause Papa’s coming back today, then we’re gonna tell them we woke you up!”

“B-but we have to apologise to Papa and Daddy first for going inside the room, Nanako…”

You hear Nanako audibly gulp. “O-okay, but what if-“

Your eyes are starting to gloss over. You didn’t think that you’d be having 4 kids after being in that void for so long…

“W-wait—“ You’re trying to get used to your voicebox, trying to get used to the feeling of being alive once more. “Y-Your par—“

“Ahh, I’m so hungry!” The blonde one is curling herself into your chest as she whimpers from her hunger, a loud growl coming from her supposed sister next to her as she hugs your arm to her chest alongside her plushie.

You look down at the girls who are still upon your lap, staring up at you in expectant want. Oh— You suppose your question can wait for later.

…everything happens for a reason, right?

(Where is everyone?)

——

“Is the fridge always this empty?” You’re standing shakily on your feet, almost akin to a newborn whilst trying your best to not lose balance.

“No, Papa is just out of town on his job right now!” Nanako puts her hands on her hips as Mimiko signals you to come down with a frantic come hither motion of her hand, you kneel to her level, nearly falling over had it not been for the second twin flanking onto your other side and pushing you up with all her body’s strength, whilst Mimiko cups a hand around her mouth, whispering into your right ear.

“Daddy can’t cook, so he always buys takeout when Papa isn’t around…”

Nanako tugs at your sleeve on your left, signalling for you to come towards her.

“Don’t tell Papa but,” Her voice gains an excited tremor. “Sometimes Daddy lets us eat ice cream and cake for dinner!” She pauses once again.

“And he forgets to remind us to brush our teeth!” The girls giggle together in unison.

“Then sometimes, when Daddy is called on for a sudden mission…”

“He brings us all along and lets us watch him beat up the bad guys right in front of us! Gumi likes it the most!” The girls start zooming around you, throwing punches into the air and pretending to hit each other as Nanako feigns hurt when she takes a ‘direct’ hit from Mimiko’s plush.

“Ahhh! I’ve been hit by Red! KABOOSH!!” She falls dramatically to the ground, imitating a explosion with waves of her little arms before splaying herself by your feet and clutching your calf.

“Like that!”

…

…

You’re sweating with stress as you listen, patting their heads as they smile angelically at you. You need to talk to their parents about this before you get a heart attack.

(Missions… Red… Are their parents jujutsu sorcerers?)

“Girls.” You stand back up, your hands placed on both of their heads as you began to pat them gently as they nuzzle up into your warm touch. Nanako holds your hand in place when she feels you try to pull away, whilst Mimiko begins to intertwine her fingers with your own, trying to trap you.

“Why don’t we go buy something?”

——

You’re silently panicking as the two girls drag you towards the old crepe shop, tugging you by the hand as you’re slightly hunched over to allow them easier access to you.

You forgot the most crucial thing.

Money.

“Papa and Daddy always lets us follow them to the school! Then, then-!”

“Then we buy chocolate milk because Papa and Daddy really like it!”

“But Daddy never finishes his, so we get extra cause he gives it to us!”

“Then we play with Uncle Yaga who gives us new dolls every month! Then Uncle Yu, he’s super, super fun! Auntie Shoko gives us sweets when Papa isn’t looking!”

(Yaga, Yu— Shoko…!)

Mimiko pipes in. “Uncle Kento sometimes plays with us when he’s not busy eating his big sandwiches… Then Megumi and Miki comes back from school and then-!”

(Kento… Megumi? Miki? Does this mean— Could it be?)

“We eat dinner together!”

“You’re gonna lovvvveeee them!”

Your hands pat their hands, feeling them nuzzle into your warm touch.

“I’m sure I will.” You’re suddenly before the crepe stand as the two girls drool over their options. “But first, um… Do you girls happen to have any allowance?”

(“Oh! Yea!” Mimiko unzips the back of her plushie, pulling out a singular 10000 yen bill as your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.

“Daddy gave it to us before he left so that we could use it if we wanted!”

Your jaw is still hanging low in shock to process her words.)

——

“Uncle Yaga!” The girls pounce into his arms, causing him to stumble before he firmly plants his feet onto the ground.

“Children…! What are you doing here?” His voice had lost their usual rough tone, turning softer as he smiles down at the familiar kids. Still… They shouldn’t be here. Is Gojo nearby—

He senses it.

He feels the pulse of a familiar energy, hurriedly pushing the kids behind him as his sunglasses scan the area, spotting your tired form slumped over against a tree, trying to catch your breath.

“Kids…” You’re huffing as you try to get your bearings back. “Please don’t run…!”

No. It couldn’t be— There’s absolutely no way—! His hands ready themselves, calling for his cursed corpses to the scene before you-!

“Ahh! Yaga-sensei…!” You’re still panting as you reach him, sweat on your brow and your legs jellylike as the twins continue to cling onto him, wondering what’s going on.

“I’m so glad you weren’t so far away!” You’re sweating, smiling through your tiredness as you try to regain your bearings.

“I have so much to ask you!”

…

“Let’s talk in my office.”

——

There’s a hurried stampede of feet before the door is quite literally ripped off its hinges.

Her unlit cigarette collapses to the floor from her grip as she stares at the sight before her, felt the surrounding cursed energy as her body freezes in place.

She takes a step back, legs trembling when she places a hand over her mouth in shock, her eyes widened in horror and distress as she met your form.

Suguru’s distraught as he looks into your eyes. Eyes that never should’ve opened ever again. Eyes that he thought he would never see again. Eyes that he missed seeing with every fiber of his being, every speck of his soul.

You.

How are you here? Why were you out of that room specifically made to contain you?

Why are you alive?

“Yaga.” His eyes have narrowed into dangerous slits, fingernails digging painfully into the calloused flesh of his palms as the snarl he has on his face grows turbulent and murderous.

His curses are immediately summoned, one delegated to swallowing Shoko and tucking her away in its belly as it brings her devastated form to safety.

It’s tense. The words are stuck in your throat as you try to make yourself heard.

The mere presence of his cursed energy is causing you to freeze up from the overwhelming fear.

His cursed spirits were on their haunches, ready to pounce and stab and claw through the flesh of anyone who dares to stir the rage, the trembling anger of their master.

Your eyes widen as you witness the familiar worm spirit appear by his shoulder, hurling out a long set of nunchucks from its disgusting mouth. Your hands tremble as your spine straightens, his gaze deadset on you as you see the flashes of a million emotions running through him.

You’re breathless in his presence.

“You have 5 seconds,” Yaga feels the dreadfully cold voice of the special grade shaman, the aura emanating sending chills down his very spine as the lightbulb bursts, darkness swallowing the room as the air suddenly fills with putrid, thick smoke that crept into his lungs, skin prickling with goosebumps.

The suffocating presence of Geto Suguru.

“To tell me why my wife’s corpse is in front of us.”

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Notes:

Through abuse of his power as the revered Six Eyes and Limitless technique inheritor of the renowned Gojo clan, Gojo was able to get possession over your body.

Geto and Ieiri were the ones who made a special coffin in efforts to preserve your body utilizing cursed energy.

Yaga was about to attack you after sensing your cursed energy. But the sight before him— Made him realise you can’t exactly be a threat.

Geto thinks you’re a curse. How devastating, to think that a mere curse dares to imitate your presence, dares to imitate you on your death anniversary. He wants to hurl, to vomit. The feeling in his mouth more disgusting, more vile than any curse he’s ever swallowed.

And yet, his heart yearns to feel you in his arms once more.

nvy’s aftertalk:

who wants to guess wtf is happening hahahahah

that praying scene is inspired partially by the way i do it when i go to the temple to pray haha

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #whalewrites #dyf au #gojo x reader #geto x reader #satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader

[whalesforhands]

uniform exchange

Shoko -> Suguru -> You -> Satoru

“Seriously, how does she get this on?” Gojo’s whining as he struggles to pull up Shoko’s skirt over his hips, hindered by the tight seams that were stuck by his rather thick thighs. The upper part of his body was faring no better, jacket taut against his body as the buttons struggle to hold onto their clasps over his chest, white undershirt so short it was basically a crop top.

“If you rip my uniform you’re paying for it.” Shoko’s already dressed, bell bottom pants dragging on the ground as she stands there, Suguru’s uniform basically swallowing her whole. She physically cannot walk, for if she did, she’d trip over the sheer length of his pants.

“No way!”

“You suggested this.” Shoko’s reply is curt, ending on a slight wince of pain as you brush through her hair behind her, pinning up and putting her hair in a bun, several hairties held between your lips as you begin tucking out a singular strand of her bangs.

“Perfect!” Satoru’s sunglasses are pushed up and placed in your hair, his uniform similar to the oversized one you regularly wear, save for it being many times longer due to his height. You… Can’t exactly walk either. Or even see through his sunglasses. If you put them on, it'd be pitch black.

Suguru… Isn’t doing so well next to Satoru. Despite your uniform usually being a good fit on you, with room for space… He can’t exactly button up your dress shirt or slip on your long skirt.

Your button-up is tight against his chest. If Shoko’s shirt on Satoru was struggling to hold on, the buttons on your own shirt on Suguru were hanging on for dear life. He could only button the middlemost one, for if he did button the rest, he'd be struggling to breathe.

“There’s no way I can fit in this…” You’re trying to look away, quickly pulling the sunglasses over your eyes to black out your vision before you’re caught admiring either of them for the skin they were showing.

(They already caught you.)

"Ehh? Suguru that's so inappropriate." Satoru's crossing his arms as he regards his other half, getting a good closeup glimpse of your button basically screaming as he clasped on with all of its might. He pokes at Suguru's exposed pecs.

("Are you keeping something from me in your workout?!"

"We have the same goddamn routine.")

"I can't exactly help it, can I?" He's now trying to pull up your skirt, the waistline, much like Gojo's, struggling to get over his thighs as he struggles to pull them on over his boxers.

"I did it!" Shoko's skirt was now tightly over his hips, so short that the bottom of his dragonfly boxers were still exposed. His hands are haughtily placed over his hips as he began to strut over to both yourself and Shoko.

"Oh, Gojo. You actually got it on-"

"Ah." Gojo's eyes go blank, smile freezing as he hears a rip from Shoko's skirt, the same time the singular button of yours decided to give out.

("You need to start laying off the mochi."

"Suguru, you're so mean!"

"I think it's good that he's eating so healthily..."

"See?! (name) thinks eating well is-"

"The only thing you're gonna end up with is diabetes.")

Shoko’s simply regarding them both with a chuckle, watching amusedly as Gojo makes Geto suck in his stomach to pull your skirt up. Shoko places her arm around your shoulder posed with a V-sign as she points the camera upward, Gojo and Geto in the background with her and yourself smiling up with your sunglass-clad face in the foreground.

"Cheese!"

("We weren't ready!"

"Too bad.")

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Notes:

Suguru was the one who repaired all the broken uniforms. He brought you out shopping for threads and needles with him. You have a special button on your uniform now. One he specially picked out.

Shoko didn't kill Satoru for her uniform. She just got him to give her a pack of cigarettes instead. Needed a reason for him to owe her.

Satoru was the one who suggested this. Initially, the plan was to swap all your uniforms without anyone knowing, but Shoko caught him when he was busy trying to 'sneakily' take yours. (He shamelessly walked into your room whilst you were napping in the loungeroom.)

(You don't actually mind any of the SSS trio doing that. You take trips to Gojo's room to borrow a lot of his outerwear. They're really good quality.)

Suguru always looked way buffer and broader than Satoru in their high school days, so I have described this story as such.

The photo was actually printed out. Everyone received a copy. Including Yaga. (Gojo's doing.)

#geto x reader x gojo #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #dyf au #satosugu x reader #whalewrites #geto suguru x reader #jjk fluff

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endure your pain pt.6 (poly satosugu x reader)

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warnings: spoilers of Hidden Inventory arc, but at the same time i changed it, so it’s spoilers but not spoilers, special man special gun, there’s a reason i call them third year aus

You always hoped things will work out for you in the end. You always hoped for the best. Always, always saw the hope within the endless void of darkness.

You felt it before you had even seen it. Your intuition ringing alarms in your head, your technique, mere seconds away from being broken through. The pounding of your heart increases with the flare of your cursed energy.

A quarter of a second passes, your body having teleported itself right next to the Star Plasma Vessel.

A breakthrough of your cursed technique. You would’ve been proudly showing it off if it weren’t for the situation at hand.

Your hands reaching through your shattering shield, the bullet easily bursting itself through your cursed technique, your biggest mistake yet.

You don’t hesitate.

Your hands wrapping themselves around the young girl, throwing her down just as the bullet passes through your own head, a swallowing pain enveloping your entire being as you feel your senses begin to shut off near instantaneously.

A quick death, you suppose. Fushiguro Toji’s final act of mercy for you.

Not even spared the last few seconds for you to even say your last words. Pathetic, even in your final moments. Truly deserved, no?

Your love was always going to break you.

The world goes black as you hear a ringing scream.

Amanai Riko lives.

——

“Suguru.” Cold. Emotionless. An overwhelming anger that shook his entire being.

A warm hand trails over your cold face, even colder body propped up in his arm as he softly stroked your cheek. Blood is seeping out of your head, dripping onto the floor as his fingers covered the bullet wound.

He’ll ask Shoko to put your body back together. So you’ll be whole. So that he could at the very least, hold ‘you’ once more. The ‘you’ who still had a physical manifestation.

He doesn't want to believe you're gone.

“Let’s kill them.” He pauses momentarily, bringing your head to his chest. Right over his still beating heart. “All of them.”

The higher-ups. Those disgusting followers who jeered at them and chased them out upon the failure of Riko’s demise. The ones who sent you on this mission, the ones who didn’t even care about your death.

Who else is there to blame, now that Toji Fushiguro is dead?

Riko shudders at the frigid torment that haunted his voice, her hands trembling as she held your own, tears flowing again and again and again as she hoped, prayed to the skies that you’re alive. That you’re fine. That you’ll come back, just like Gojo did.

But you’re no talented sorcerer. You’re not the chosen one. You do not possess talents alike those of Ieiri Shoko or even come close to the honoured one, Gojo Satoru.

There’s no way you can be alive.

Suguru’s silent. Breaths labored and eyes tired as he tries and tries and tries to not fall apart. You wouldn’t want him to.

He can’t fall here.

“No.” He steels himself, resolute. He has to be the pillar. The one with reason. The one who’s got it together.

For Satoru. For you.

——

Ieiri Shoko can't move. Not when she saw the sorcerer duo coming back, a body held within Gojo Satoru's hold as he walked back. Eyes empty as he looked forth, walking side by side with Geto Suguru.

Their steps are slow, precise. Hands clutching your body tight.

They don’t dare to even look at your corpse.

It’s Suguru who gently tugs the sheet off your face, revealing your bandaged head and your grim fate.

The milk carton clatters to the ground.

You’re cold. Unbearably so.

“Shoko.” She hears through the ringing in her ears. “Her injuries.” It’s a command, steady and direct. A tone she never heard Gojo use.

She does it with no hesitation, her reverse cursed energy flowing through her body and traversing to her hands as she concentrated and focused and allowed her hands to shake, pouring every bit of everything she had into you.

She knows. She knows, yet, she wants to try.

Because it’s you. It hurts. It hurts to see you in this state.

“Shoko…” You blush, watching her as she licks the paper-cut on your finger.

It disappears in an instant, like magic, like a miracle. Your eyes glittering as you stare at her so awestruck, so lovingly.

She gasps, falling to the ground in exhaustion, spent and now useless after using every last bit of strength. She wants to scream. To cry.

Cold, merciless realization dawns upon her, the pain gushing through her entire body when you don’t even open your eyes. ——

Lessons were cancelled for the next 2 weeks.

The air is solemn. The door to your dorm room is constantly left open. Late nights were spent here, huddled in what was left of your presence, of you.

No longer did Geto Suguru escape to the lounge room to escape from his nightmares. He was always found within the small confines of your room, sitting on the floor and leaning his head against your bed as he used your favourite mug.

His hair is constantly left down, the brush you’ve gifted him in his hand as he combs through his own locks, closing his eyes and pretending that it was you.

Gojo watches him when Suguru shudders on your bed, twisting and turning before he relaxes when Satoru holds his hand, fingers intimately threaded together, assuring the writhing cursed spirit user that he’s here, that he needs to rest, that he needs to finally close his eyes; so that he can finally pass out from the exhaustion of staying up day after day after day.

It’s not over. The pain doesn’t stop there, doesn’t ever give them even the slightest moment to breathe.

Gojo Satoru would then settle himself by your closet door, clutching your uniform jacket in his hands on the nights Geto had finally fallen asleep, passed out upon your sheets as he grips your pillow with bone white knuckles, dreams of you plaguing his sleep.

Your closet is slowly emptying. Clothing that is slowly depleting. Clothing that he only ever takes out one by one, for he fears that the more he does, the faster they would lose your scent.

The snacks you often ate are bought often, ripped apart haphazardly with only a single bite taken out of them before he inevitably hurls, barely able to keep it down.

It doesn’t taste the same without you beside him.

Ieiri Shoko runs your toothbrush under the water every morning before putting it back to its usual place, watching the wet brush drip with water as if it was just recently used. She pretends that you’re just running late, that you’re in your room trying to fix your hair or find your stationary.

That when she steps out of the bathroom, she’ll see you run to a stop before her, asking her why she’s still in her pajamas when class starts in 15 minutes on a weekend.

Suffocating suffocating suffocating suffocating-

She remembers to breathe when all she sees is your open door, lights off, void of your presence as she sees the duo asleep together atop your bed.

The only moments Gojo allowed himself sleep.

Your chair is constantly pulled out, your textbooks strewn over your table and stationary set up in a manner abnormally similar to the way you used to do it.

As if someone wanted to emulate what once was.

As if you weren’t gone.

——

“Non-sorcerers… Are disgusting.” His hands were trembling, fingers gripping the desk as the tears welled up in his eyes.

“Protect the weak, protect the humans, protect the non-sorcerers…!” He cried out, his hands clenched into fists as he knuckles began to turn white. “Cause we’re the stronger ones, right?! Cause we’re the superior ones!”

“Those higher-ups, those fucking trash…!” Suguru’s bloody hands start to thrash against the table. “I can’t take this! I can’t fucking take this!” He’s desperate, tears and snot mixing with the sheer agony and vexation in his words as the table cracks and chips and takes the brunt of his blows.

Suguru heaved, anger and violence flashing in his eyes as he slammed his hands onto the wooden table, splinters flying about as it gets crushed, broken under the pressure.

112 villagers are about to be the output of his anger. 112 villagers who caged and treated 2 innocent little girls like monsters, like freaks of nature. The 112 monkeys who were useless in every form.

Gojo Satoru is holding a weeping, broken man. His arms are wrapped around his shoulders, hugging him as he cried and sobbed and begged for answers that Satoru himself couldn’t answer.

It was painful.

“What kind of ‘strongest’ are we, if we can’t even protect her?! That we let her get into this fucking state…” Suguru is thrashing in his hold, bloody fingers dragging across the black uniform of the school, marring it in his blood. His voice is dying out, scratched and dry from overuse.

He is no longer talking about the twins.

Gojo grit his teeth, slamming his fist into Geto’s face, watching as his beloved stumbled back from the sheer force. He didn’t stop there.

"Shut up...!"

The white haired shaman gripped Geto’s uniform shirt, tightening his grip, dragging his limp, boneless body to look him in the eye. He can’t lose him too.

“And fucking pull yourself together!” His scream was hoarse, throat dry, tears starting to form.

He’s held himself together for Suguru.

“It’s gonna be okay…” Satoru’s voice begins to crack, much like his will, his pride. “She’s gonna be okay…” It didn’t sound confident. Didn’t sound assuring. He doesn’t know.

Suguru is bawling.

“We’re the strongest, aren’t we?”

There’s a limit to how much pain one can take.

It came out as a whisper, a silent confirmation of hope. An assuage of the overpowering fear.

Gojo’s eyes glint.

——

“What kind of guys are you into?”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of their head at that question. Suguru’s eyes are on you now as well.

“I-I suppose…” Your fingers nervously twiddle in your lap as you think about a suitable answer.

Your head thinks, scours and scavenges for an answer. Was this your chance? Your shot to finally tell them how you feel?

“I like those… Who are kind?”

Gojo deadpans. “Lame.”

“I think she’s got a point, Satoru.” Suguru nods. “Kind people are hard to come by.” You agree. That’s why you’re sitting inbetween two of them right now. You’ve lucked out.

"Alright, I’ve made a decision for you!" Gojo jumps to his feet. His arms behind his head before he abruptly turns around, fingers pointed at you.

"If you're still single by 20, you have to marry us!"

What.

Geto cringes beside you. "What are you, 5?" His elbow now resting on your shoulder as he watches his boyfriend, nearly getting second-hand embarrassment from his words as he watches with an almost disgusted stare.

“Hey, don’t act like you’re above me in this!”

“I’m not.”

“That stare of yours says something else!”

“Can’t help that I was born with this face.”

You’re zoning out, your eyes absolutely sparkling. Confusion, disbelief, joy and something else.

Marriage. The physical manifestation of being loved. You certainly loved them, but… Why are they asking you to join them? For tax benefits?

“Ooh, looks like someone liked my idea!” Satoru elbows his counterpart, laughing when Suguru jokingly shoved at him back.

"Is... Is that a promise? B-both of you are okay with that?”

It goes silent, Suguru’s arm now wrapping around your shoulders as Satoru’s grin grows ever wider.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Gojo is tilting his sunglasses down, bending his back to be eye level with you.

Geto chuckles, other hand clasping over yours that was settled on your lap.

“Promise.” He hooks your pinky with his, lifting it up as he grins at you. A third pinky soon curls around the both of yours.

“Then it’s settled!”

——

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Notes:

Gojo kept buying the same chocolate milk from the same vending machine everyday. Till the point he would buy out the entire stock.

He never drank any of it.

Geto reread the shoujo manga in your room over and over and over again. Fingers curling against the well-worn pages as he felt them against his hands.

It almost felt like you were right beside him.

Ieiri started smoking more. It releases her tension, her sadness. Helps her forget. She never smokes at the bench you would frequent. Never sits in the spot you always would.

She can nearly hear you chiding her for her habits.

No one dared to hold a funeral for you. No one wanted to believe you were gone.

Geto was the one setting your desk up everyday.

Gojo places a fresh carton of milk on your desk every lunch hour.

The only time Gojo ever let go of your corpse once the whole way back. The only time he ever did was when Geto brought a sheet to cover you with.

#gojo x reader #geto x reader x gojo #geto x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #getou suguru x reader x gojo satoru #whalewrites #getou suguru x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #satosugu x reader #jjk angst #dyf au #geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru

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hiii i was your first anon ever but how about reader with someone ELSE crushing on her? under stsg’s noses?! omg the absolute war that will go down… maybe its a new student or maybe a first year! haibara? haibara a first year who has become absolutely enamored with her and heart eyes whenver he sees her!! and ykw shes so sweet oh so kind she doesnt find him odd in fact she thinks he’s equally sweet and shes so a fond of him, gives him the prettiest smiles and helps him out a lot! except shes so oblivious to the fact that he likes her!! everyone knows. everyone. shoko, nanami. (nanani tries his best to warn haibara about the future in liking her bc of the two guard dogs around her but haibara doesnt get the hints) AND stsg. oh when those two find out itll be an immediate shut down. maybe shoko lets out about the heart eyes haibara gives her everytime he sees her in the morning. or maybe they catch haibara and reader in a conversation where haibara is sweating and blushing a bright pink and reader is just calmly (?) and worriedly talking to him talking about some subject she found interesting, she reaches to touch his hand or head and he heats up even more and she has to almost catch him from fainting. stsg in the distance are fuming!!! satoru’s plan is to go storming in and makeout with her and give her a couple of hickies but suguru knows she might pass out from that and tells him to relax.. even tho inside suguru is equally distraught…but anyways… how you write is up to you!!!

so happy youre growing more and more and your stories are getting better!!!🩶🩶🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🤍❤️‍🔥

i love haibara man. everybody loves haibara i’m not gonna be mean to him cause he’s a literal ray of sunshine. no one can convince me to make haibara suffer, not even u, my no.1 anon.

so i completely changed ur suggestion hahahah

our first years are too cute! (geto x reader x gojo)

“Nanami-kun, Haibara-kun!” You wave at them from the courtyard, your arms flailing about in the air as you practically bounce in place from excitement.

“Good morning!” You’re dressed in your exercise getup, Shoko next to you stretching as she gave a lazy wave towards them.

“(last name)-san is always so cheery, isn’t she?” Haibara enthusiastically waved back with his whole body, trying to match your jolly energy.

“Good morning!!!”

Nanami sighs, watching as the SG duo begin to flank you, Suguru’s arm resting around your shoulders as Gojo pulls out some senbei from his pockets, waving it in the air and claiming they were fresh off the grill and deliciously ready for anyone to sink their teeth into.

“You’re gonna get stomachaches if you accept food from him.” Suguru whispers not very inconspicuously into your ear as you laugh.

“I can hear you!”

“If you can then you should treat us to some soda.” Shoko adds in, her arms twirling themselves around your free one as she stares at the bespectacled sorcerer.

“Or we’ll tell Yaga-sensei you skipped out on running 3 laps.”

You look at him stunned. Betrayed.

“I let you finish my water bottle when you said you were exhausted from running…” You’re disheartened at being tricked as Geto rubs your shoulder, whispering more about ‘liars’ and ‘dirty cheats’.

Shoko simply smirks as she holds your arm.

Satoru gives in to pressure.

“…The Satoru wallet has made an appearance once more! What would our lovely users like to drink today?!”

Your slackened shoulders instantly pipe up as the other 2 share a secretive high five.

——

“And that’s why azuki bean flavour is the best, Nanami-kun!” You grin as you plop the said wrapped bread into his open palm.

It feels hot. He could practically see the steam arising from it, the slight sweetness of the red bean wafting into temptingly into his nose.

This is too fresh to be from the cafeteria. It smells different too.

(He would know.)

“(last name)-san,” He stares at the treat whilst Haibara was gushing over the food, eyes sparkling as he looks at it. “Did you make this?”

You flinch, bashfully twirling a lock of your hair as you avoid his gaze.

“No…?”

Your eyes flit back up to meet an unamused stare paired with a cocked eyebrow. Oh. You’ve been caught.

“Aha.” You turn your back to him as your voice grows quieter, more insecure. “Is it obvious because it’s ugly?”

Realization then strikes you.

“A-ah, you probably wouldn’t want it because it’s homemade, right? Sanitation issues and all…” You promptly spin back around, trying to retrieve your treats before Haibara interrupts.

“(last name)-senpai made it?! Then there’s no way we can reject it!” He’s hugging the treat in his arms and dodging your attempts to snatch it back.

“B-but it really isn’t any good! I’ll buy you some from the one down the street!”

Even Nanami was now using his height to hold your treat high in the air, out of your reach. Haibara moves to copy his movements, both hands holding your homemade snack as high as he could go, proudly showing it off to the sky as if it were his greatest treasure.

“I will never forget this kind gesture, (last name)-senpai!”

“We will greatly savour this as your underclassmen.”

“Why do you both sound like this is the last thing you’re ever going to get from me?!”

——

“Then, Nanami swept in and went KABOOSH! And the curse was down several limbs!” Haibara recalled, his fists pumping into the air as he tried to replicate the excitement he felt during the mission.

You nod excitedly, happy to simply hear his excited voice.

It goes silent when he finishes, the tension enveloping the both of you.

You don’t want him to feel awkward around you.

Mm, what do the younger ones like nowadays anyways? Gundams? Maybe you should talk about that Ex-S MXA-0011 Gundam that you built with Satoru the other day.

“Ah…” He scratches his head, lost. “I’m sorry that I don’t know much about Gundams!” He’s now fervently bowing in apology.

You feel bad.

“Haibara-kun, you don’t need to bow!” You’re waving your hands frantically, trying to get him to stop as you panic.

You go back to thinking, absentmindedly staring deep into your lowerclassmen’s eyes as you think about the latest trends.

(You’re not noticing how intensely you’re looking at him. He’s blushing up a storm.)

“Oh!” Your fist taps your into your open palm.

“Do you like Pokemon?”

“Ah, Pocket Monsters?!” He’s excited. “Do you like it as well, (last name)-senpai?! I have a copy of the Fire Red version and I-“

He’s trailing off. You’re happy to see him smile again as he prattles on and on. So precious.

“You’re cute when you talk about things you like, Haibara-kun.”

Are kids these days meant to be so red?

(He’s only a year below you.)

“Are you okay?” You move forward, hand gingerly moving his bangs aside before you press the back against his flushed skin, face slowly closing in on his.

“Haibara-kun, are you not-“

“Haibara-chan has a cold, doesn’t he?!” Gojo tackles the boy, placing his own forehead against his own as Geto appears next to them.

“Sick people should take it easy and rest.” Geto snatches the boy away from his partner, dragging Haibara onto a nearby chair, slapping a fever patch onto his forehead as Gojo sticks a thermometer into the poor underclassman’s mouth.

“Guys, is that not a little rough…?” You move forward to try to stop Yu’s body from being tossed around, his eyes starting to spin as you try to catch him.

“Look at that!” Gojo’s arm is hugged around your neck as he pulls you in closer, grabbing you and pulling your body towards him for you to view the beeping thermometer with him.

“Our poor boy is burning up!”

“Well that’s not goo-“

“Suguru!” He snaps his fingers in the air as his hand moves to now rest on your waist as you’re pressed into his side.

“Contact the hospital and bring us our finest doctor!”

“Understood, sir!” Geto stands to attention, saluting the both of you as your eyes blankly stare at him.

What.

Geto simply winks at you, shaking his phone in his hand that had popped out of those seemingly endless deep pockets.

“Shooookooooo, emergency in the courtyard!”

You hear a muffled sigh coming out of his device as Gojo suddenly outs his own phone to take a selfie with you and a red Haibara.

(“Just smile as cutely as usual!”)

“…what does this have to do with me?”

——

Haibara Yu never felt such joy.

‘My seniors care about me so much!’

Gojo’s holding him by his legs, whilst Geto’s supporting the weight of his arms as they quite literally cart him around by his limbs.

He’s in bliss before he’s unceremoniously tossed onto the hard wooden bench, an unimpressed Shoko appearing by his side.

“Alright, patient of the day.” Her eyes glint as her hands move to hover over his body. “Get ready to experience the healing of a lifetime.”

“Yayyy, Shoko is the best!”

“World class!”

“She looks pretty when she’s so focused…”

“What did you troublesome lot pull Haibara into…?”

Should… He be scared? No. He’s got his trusty seniors and Nanami to look over him. He trusts you all.

——

“Which one of you made your little ‘adjustments’ to my chair?” Yaga growled out, a throbbing pain throughout his lower back and posterior as he sat upon the steps, pain relief patch slightly peeking out of his pants whilst looking down towards the two kneeling suspects.

Fingers are pointed at each other.

Yaga glares at the two culprits refusing to take the blame.

“You troublesome lot…” He cracks his knuckles as the two begin to cower slightly.

“NEED MORE DISCIPLINE!” He lets loose his fist, sending the SatoSugu duo flying as they soar through the yard, yelps of pain being let out.

…

Haibara gulps as he hears the commotion happening just meters away from him.

He should just ignore the building irritation and rage that’s boiling from within the senior beside him… Right?

He feels a sudden smack to his gut as his body jolts up, his ears taking the brunt of the loudest he’s ever heard Ieiri-senpai.

“I CAN’T CONCENTRATE IF YOU DON’T SHUT IT!”

(She’s referring to her two injured classmates who are rubbing their heads as they whine about Yaga’s ‘mistreatment’.)

(You’re holding an ice pack to Satoru’s head as Suguru curls up beside you, waiting for his turn.)

——

Sleeping.

That’s what you were all doing. The sun was beginning to set, an orange glow engulfing your forms in its warm embrace as the night began to settle in.

Suguru’s back is against the tree, arms crossed against his chest as he slumps over, snoring lightly with Satoru drooling all over his right shoulder.

You’re nestled comfortably on his other shoulder, snuggling yourself into his neck as you nearly fall onto his chest, one hand in Shoko’s hair where she lays on your lap, her hand oddly stretched forward, fingers grazing the fabric of Suguru’s knees.

The underclassmen simply settle down around the tree with all of you, right next to Gojo as they observe the strangely serene sight.

“Our upperclassmen… Are kinda cute, aren’t they?”

“Don’t flatter them.”

(“Should we wake them up?”)

(“…Let them rest for a little longer.”)

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“Suguru, is your head fine?”

“Ah, I’m quite alr-“ He pauses, his smile growing as he looks at you, eyes curving up into mischievous crescents. “Actually… It does feel a little sore.” His tone subtly shifts to one of mock hurt, hand coming up to press the bump softly as he fakes a little wince.

(A little lie wouldn’t hurt, right?)

“Wanna make me feel better?” He’s silent as he leans down towards you, hoping you pat his head and let him indulge a little in your touch.

You stare at him.

He’s surprised when you slowly lean up on your toes, fingers pressing against his cheek before a kiss was administered to his forehead as you tuck away his strand of hair.

“I hope you feel better soon.” You watch him as his blush grows, eyes staring starstruck at you.

“…”

“I will if you do that again.”

(“My head hurts too! It’s my turn!”)

(“My hand hurts all of a sudden from whacking Haibara.”)

#nvytalks #geto x reader x gojo #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jjk x reader #dyf au #whalewrites #gojo satoru x reader #satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader

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consume your unrest (geto x reader x gojo) pt.5

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warnings: feeding (the good kind), i totally planned for this chapter to be done so quick, i have 10 other drafts i should be focusing on

It’s awkward. Suffocatingly awkward.

You shift nervously in your seat, your hands trembling slightly as you held the burger.

You don’t think you have the stomach to face them right now. The burger looks… Appetizingly gross. Your stomach growls.

Did you eat anything at all till now?

Suguru notices your hesitance as Satoru stops digging into his ice cream midway, still, the spoon that hangs out of his mouth suggests that he’s still appreciating the flavour.

“Are you okay? Did you not want to eat this?”Suguru tilted his head as he watched you, noticing the slight tremor in your fingers as you try hard to avoid his gaze. He’s worried. Should he order you something else? You hope he doesn’t notice the cold sweat.

Think. Think of an excuse. Think of something to lessen the weight of their gaze. You spot a flash of dark green.

“I- I don’t like… Cucumbers.”

“Oh, the pickles?” Suguru smiles, reaching for your food. “I’ll eat them for you then.” He gingerly removes the half-wrapped burger from your hands, separating the bun and its components to extract your ‘hated’ food.

“Meanwhile, you can share my ice cream!” A spoon is held out in front of you, a generous scoop of frozen, chocolatey vanilla goodness atop.

“Say aaah!”

You relent, remaining quiet but opening your mouth as the spoon gets pushed in.

It’s good. And it shows on your face as your eyes begin to sparkle, your mouth quirking up slightly at the sweetness.

Satoru has smirk so wide, you want to hide. “Want the rest?”

It’s too good to say no to. You hesitantly nod.

“Hmm, looks like there’s only a few bites left.” He hums, tilting his head downwards and looking into the sundae cup. “Looks like there’s no point in giving you the cup.”

Your shoulders visibly droop. “T-then it’s fine.” He always liked sweets better than you, anyway. “Y-you can have the rest, Sator-“

“I’ll just have to feed you the rest myself!” Another scoop is held out in front of you once again. You want to drool at how appetizing it still looked.

You obey, letting the spoon into your mouth as a dollap of cream accidentally smears the corner of your lip, your tongue peeking out slightly to get at it as Satoru watches you with such a pretty smile on his face.

(You’re blushing.)

Your burger soon comes into view before you, pickles visibly gone. Suguru is holding it.

You reach out, before it suddenly pulls away from your hand.

“..?” You’re confused, taken aback. Why won’t he give it to you?

You try again, grabbing for it, only for it to avoid you with lightning quick reflexes, before it hovers before your lips.

Ah. You get it. Suguru wants to feed you too. Your blush grows heavy along with your towering embarrassment.

(Are they making fun of you?)

“Open up for me, yeah?” Suguru’s voice is heard as you begin to hesitantly part your lips, the burger soon being pressed gently inbetween them for you to bite down on as you spot Satoru giving you a playful wink out of the corner of your eye as he steals Suguru’s barely eaten burger.

They are definitely messing with you again.

You chew on the savory burger, the juice from the meat coupled with the tanginess of the sauce, the meatiness of the cheese, the slight crunch of the lettuce and the fresh taste of the tomatoes… It was really good.

(You’re smiling before you even knew it.)

(Food has never tasted so good. Were you that hungry?)

The duo continue their quiet chatter as Suguru pats your head, handing you the burger as he chides Satoru for stealing his.

“You literally have 12 other burgers, and you pick mine…”

“Hey, a winner’s a winner!” He takes a comically large bite, stuffing his cheeks. “Sore lhosers gwet nhooo shay!”

He swallows as quickly as he chewed. “(name)~, feed me a bite of your yours too~”

Suguru chops Satoru’s incoming head towards you.

“Eat your own!”

——

The basketball bounces in his hand as he dribbled, Gojo laughing as he steals the ball from Geto with ease.

“Too slow, babe!” His movements are swift, almost teasing as he dunks the ball.

Suguru huffs, his hand running through his wind tussled hair, bun coming undone slightly as he grits his teeth.

“Show-off.”

“And that’s one more point for the great Gojo Satoru!” The white-haired shaman exclaimed, hands on his hips, chest puffed out in victory.

You’re completely distracted. The way Suguru had pulled his sleeves up over his arms had you nearly drooling.

You always liked the way Suguru’s arms looked. They were big, comfy-looking and you definitely wouldn’t mind them squeezing you in a tight hug.

Too distracted to even notice that the winner was waving his hand in front of you, the loser chuckling as he crosses his arms, enthused by the way you were shamelessly staring.

“You should go easy on him, Satoru…” Was your automatic reply, your words drawling themselves out as you continued to stare.

Gojo pouted, seating himself next to you, knee to knee, shoulder to shoulder as he pressed his sweaty head against your shoulder, grabbing your wrist, unscrewing the cap of the bottle and downing the cold water you held in your hand, with you technically feeding him as he drank.

You let him.

“I won, you know?”

You hum, still distracted.

“I deserve a reward, right?”

You hum again, unknowingly agreeing.

Satoru places his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist as he hugs you from the side. Suguru sits down beside you as you immediately hand him a the other cold bottle you were holding.

“Say, (name).” Satoru begins as Suguru wipes his sweat with a handkerchief. “What kind of guys are you into?”

You suddenly come back to your senses.

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Notes:

You have grown accustomed to sweets since Satoru had always (force) fed you his treats. Whether you like or had a distaste for them initially, you have grown to like them due to Gojo.

Satoru loves eating Suguru’s food. This was how Suguru had trained him to eat more vegetables willingly.

“It just tastes better cause it’s yours!”

Suguru has noticed your obsession with his arms. He’s really proud of it. He tells Satoru about it whilst his boyfriend flexes and compares with him, pouting.

“We have the same workout routine! Why does she like yours more?!”

“I’m just better.”

Ieiri had actually gone back to the dorms after her little smoke break. Texting you something about you, “Needing some alone time with them.”

#geto x reader #geto x reader x gojo #gojo x reader #geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru #satosugu x reader #getou suguru x reader x gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #whalewrites #getou suguru x reader #dyf au

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gulp your anxiety (geto x reader x gojo) pt.4

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warnings: y’all were requesting tropes that were already in this, i thought someone leaked my drafts, anons ur scary, gojo is his own warning

You thought you were being normal.

No, you didn’t feel your heart drop as you watched Satoru sneak a kiss from Suguru before you entered the classroom.

No, you didn’t feel your words lodge themselves in your throat when you accidentally met their eyes whilst walking in.

No, you didn’t feel the searing desperation of loss within you as your heart longed for what could never be.

Your head hurts.

“So if f’(x)=6x^2,+2x-1, find f(x) given f(2)=5.” Yaga drawls out, the chalk scratching against the blackboard as the equation begins to form.

“Who wants to give it a shot?”

Satoru snorts. Suguru writes. Ieiri pretends to be thinking.

“Gojo. Thank you for volunteering.” Yaga taps his foot against the ground as he crosses his arms, brows furrowed. “Get up here.”

(He got it right after sneaking a peek of Suguru’s answer before he got up.)

——

It was strange, to say the least. The way the duo acted as if nothing had happened.

As if the hickeys that bruised your neck didn’t exist.

They pulled you along, pleading with you to join their little group outing to the nearby shopping centre. As usual.

“It’s part of the high school experience! What kind of teenagers are we if we don’t go there at least every week?”

That’s why you ended up here. Here, as in, waiting outside Ieiri’s waiting room as she changed, the rustling of clothing the only thing heard as you heard the curtains be drawn.

She donned a cute sundress, a maroon red and absolutely gorgeous on her. You stare unapologetically.

(She looks beautiful in anything.)

She takes your reactions in stride, strutting out whenever she sees that your jaw had dropped, laughing internally when she sees your awestruck face.

(She adds it to the pile that she had noted as ‘to purchase’.)

“I look good, don’t I?”

You nod profusely, unable to say anything whilst admiring her beauty.

When she draws the curtain open again, she’s back in her uniform. You feel disappointed.

“Was that all…?”

She huffs, as if discontent with your reaction.

(You want to apologise for breathing wrong.)

“No,” She begins, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as she smiles. “It’s your turn now.”

…what?

——

“I-I don’t think this suits me…” You look at yourself in the mirror, staring at yourself wearing a white sundress with a similar design to the maroon one Ieiri donned earlier.

You don’t think it fits you right. The tied ribbons that settled on your shoulders as straps and ran down the length of your back were cute, but you don’t like how much of your upper body it exposed. A wide expanse of your chest was tastefully showcased, just enough to hide your cleavage but show your collarbones.

The flows fabric of the dress ended just below your knees, swishing around with every twirl or turn you did. It’s too pretty, too gorgeous to be wasted on someone who looked like you, you thought.

“It definitely looks better on you…” You murmur, staring at yourself in the mirror before pitifully casting your eyes down towards the ground.

“At least let me see it.” She drawled out from behind the curtain, “If you really don’t like it, we can find something else for us to match.”

She… Wanted to match dresses with you? You? You feel your heart jump in excitement.

“I-I’ll be right on out-!” You excitedly peel back the curtain, only to be met with widened blue and surprised black.

You didn’t expect them to be back so soon from the arcade.

You begin to shy back, hand gripping the curtain before Ieiri grabbed your hand, pulling you forward to reveal the entire getup you had on.

Suguru squeezes the lamb plush in his hands tighter. The lollipop in Satoru’s mouth falls to the ground.

You want to run.

“You look adorable.” She begins, scanning you up and down as your hand crosses over your chest. “I like the way it accentuates you.” She trails her hand from your slightly exposed shoulders, down to the expanse of your chest, her fingers lingering over the area just above your breasts.

You don’t hear two boys gulp.

“She looks pretty, doesn’t she?” Shoko moves behind you, pushing you forward by your shoulders as she shows you off. You couldn’t see, but she was smirking.

“The prettiest in the world.”

——

You stared at the menu, looking over your choices as the duo sat nearby, chattering.

(Ieiri had decided to go smoke. You didn’t want to be left alone with them. You offered to go order, not realising that you hadn’t seen Gojo pull out his black card for you to take.)

“How may I help you today, miss?” A jovial greeting from the boy at the counter. He looked your age.

“Ah, I-I’m not really s-sure yet.”

You completely forgot to ask for their orders in your haste to get away.

You’re stupid. So stupid. Is it not awkward to turn away now? Should you just pick what you think they would like? Will they hate it but try to swallow it anyway? Gosh, you don’t want that to happen. Why do you suck so mu-

“That’s plenty alright, miss! If you have trouble, I have some recommendations just for you!” He ushered you closer as he held up a miniature menu.

“We have a special today! Buy 2 of our combo set meals and we’ll upgrade your drink for free!” He smiles, pointing at the rather large words on such a comically small sheet of laminated paper.

You smile, looking up to meet his gaze, eyes briefly running over his name tag. Hasegawa.

“Thank you, Hasegawa-san.”

(He’s blushing.)

You take this time to observe his face. Freckles, his brown hair slightly mussed from his little work visor. You like his eyes best, you decide. Kind and upturned into little crescents when he smiles, gentle-looking.

They sort of remind you of Suguru.

He’s sort of cute.

He blushes harder as he notices your staring.

“Hey…? I-If you don’t mind, could I get your num-“

“Ooh, I think you wouldn’t mind me buying a few Wacburgers today, right Suguru?”

“Hah? You of all people should have money of your own, Satoru.”

You feel Satoru’s elbow rest on your shoulder as he leans forth, as if trying to get a better view of the menu.

“Ehhhh? But you lost at our 1v1 match afterall!”

You hear Suguru sigh, an arm subtly tugging down at your sleeve to reveal the hickeys that decorated your neck, before he placed his hand on your arm, as if holding you back from paying.

“I suppose so.” He hummed. “Okay, 3 Wacburger specials-“

“Make that 15, please!” Satoru had grinned over your shoulder, fingers tightening their grip ever so slightly, seemingly trying to squeeze you closer.

Suguru guffawed.

“Uhm- Excuse me, but-“

“Are you seriously going to eat 12 burgers-“

“Oh, look at that! They have a special today!” His eyes trailed over the large menu above Hasegawa from beneath his dark sunglasses. “Do you think you can add more chocolate bits to the Triple Chocolate Vanilla Deluxe?” Gojo hummed, straightening up ever slightly more, towering over the already cowering boy.

“R-right…” Hasegawa typed it in. “So that will be 15 Wacburger specials, 1 Triple Chocolate Vanilla Deluxe with extra cookie bi-“

“(name)~, wanna share my food with me?” Gojo cooed, his face closing in slightly on yours as he blocked your view from the front, obscuring your apologetic face from the boy.

You try to sputter it out. “I’m sorry for their behav-!”

“I’ll pay by cash, please.” Suguru smiled from beside you, moving forward ever so slightly, pushing you back subtly.

“Let’s go back to our seats~” Satoru leads you away, spinning you around and walking you back to your seats as his arm starts to settle on your waist.

You don’t complain.

Not even when his hand lingers before letting you go.

(Was it because Suguru wasn’t here?)

He settles in front of you, reaching for your hand and drawing mindless shapes on them as your eyes lose their focus.

“Do you think being strong means to be perfect at everything?”

Your rebuttal dies in your throat as you hear Gojo’s sentence.

No. No, you don’t think so. You shake your head.

“Then I don’t see why you’re so hard on yourself, ya know?” He yawns out, settling beside you.

Your heart skips a beat when you feel him sleepily lay his head on your shoulder. He’s comforting you.

“I think you’re enough.”

Do you think it’s stupid that you fell for him just because of that? No, you don’t. You found solace in the words you deserved to hear in your moment of need.

Gojo Satoru is precious to you.

A tray gently clatters onto the table as Suguru settles himself next to you, shifting you in further into the booth seat as the imposing stack of 15 wrapped burgers were piled on before you.

He was smiling as he unwrapped one, handing it to you as Satoru digs into his ice cream, eager and excited.

Oh. You were trapped.

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Notes:

Ieiri’s scheming ploy was to have you wear something cute so that Satoru would willingly pay for the clothes with his card. (He did, in fact end up paying for all the clothes.)

(And she was happy she got you to match with her.)

Suguru was the one who complimented you at the clothing store. Satoru was too awestruck. You think he thinks you look horrendous. Why else would he spit out his lollipop?

STSG actually won you a lamb plush from a claw machine at the arcade. You remind them of one.

Hasegawa (the cashier from Wacdonald’s) thought you were really pretty. He still does, even after the whole STSG fiasco. He wished you told him you were already taken first.

Ieiri thinks you’re the cutest when you’re blushing.

STSG duo are trying to act nonchalantly after the whole ‘kissing you in the classroom’ thing. They thought they had scared you off, and are trying to do things slowly. Kind of like trying to tame a stray kitten.

STSG were also watching your every move as you ordered at Wacdonald’s. They did not like how charming you were to the random boy at the counter.

The answer to the equation is 2x^3+x^2-x-13. Standard integration question.

Suguru is smart, and actually quite likes studying. I would say his favourite subject was Japanese literature. Satoru, detests any academic experience. But somehow, still passes everything with flying colours. Ieiri does enough to just pass.

Suguru, Satoru, Shoko and yourself often study at Suguru’s room together when exams are coming up.

#geto x reader #geto x reader x gojo #gojo x reader #getou suguru x reader x gojo satoru #whalewrites #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #getou suguru x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru #dyf au

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churn your agony (mini continuation of pt.6) (poly! satosugu x reader)

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How… Did you get here?

Why are you here?

The park the four of you frequent. You look down, dressed to the nines in a thin hospital gown.

Did you just run out of the infirmary?

A lone man sits under the familiar bench, frame hunched over with only the light of a nearby lamp post preventing him from sinking into the darkness.

You recognize him. You’d recognize him anywhere.

“Suguru?” No response. “Why are you here? It’s late.”

You hear him chuckle as you approach from the cold wisps of the dark night. He sounds empty, a chortle that seemed to be void of his usual luster.

“I think I’m starting to hallucinate.”

You shift nearer, closing the distance between the both of you, until you’re standing before his slumped form, illuminated by the shine of the bulb.

He lets you, though he still doesn’t look at you.

“That doesn’t sound very healthy.”

He doesn’t respond this time.

You let out a curious hum, tilting your head to the side as you kneeled down before his curved over form.

He’s thinner, frailer. His clothes even baggier than usual, his hair a tangled mess upon his head.

(He hasn’t been eating well.)

You move to tuck the strands obscuring his face away. Watching as his vacant eyes started to focus on you, still blank, still confused. His face is gaunt, eyebags dark and eyes so agonizingly impassive and…

Why does he look like he’s in so much pain?

You try to muster up a smile at him from your position.

“I don’t like seeing you sad.” Your fingers reach out, only for him to suddenly flinch away when you touch the cold skin of his cheek.

Your eyes widen in shock. He’s never done that before when you touched him.

“Did I- Did I do something wro-?!”

You’re suddenly grabbed, pulled into a tight embrace as he cried out an almost pained sob, lunging for you and getting onto his unsteady feet before his face was digging into the crook of your neck as you felt his hands grasp tightly onto the fabric of your clothes.

He’s sobbing into your shoulder, silently wailing as he simply holds you there. Grip so tight you’d think he’d never let go.

Not that you want him to, anyway. He must really need a hug right now, you think.

“I don’t know what’s made you so sad,” You gently pat his back, allowing his forehead to rest further into your shoulder, his tears starting to drench the sleeve of your hospital gown. “But I hope I can make it go away.”

You hear light steps begin to approach.

“Oi, Suguru, I got us our red bean soup. Ya gotta eat or else-“

Gojo freezes as he watches the scene, your eyes slowly trailing from his crying boyfriend to meet his own.

He walks towards you with a steady, composed pace, juxtaposing Geto’s despaired self.

He looks melancholic. As if he knows something you don’t. Is something wrong?

Satoru remains quiet, gingerly placing the unopened cans on the bench before his long arms wrap around the both of you.

Had he grown taller? How long have you been in the hospital?

Gojo is silent as he rests his head upon your own.

You can feel it.

“It was hard, huh?” Whatever they’ve been through. You want to comfort them. You want to do more for them. Why are they hurting so much? Can you make it go away?

“You need to stop doing this.” You hear Gojo whisper into your ear, breaking the silence of the scene. It’s breathy, choked. As if he was struggling to get words out from his throat.

Geto is still clinging desperately onto you as you start to comb your fingers through his tangled hair, another hand reaching around to hold Gojo’s hand.

Doing what exactly?

You tilt your head to look at him, a look of confusion crossing your face.

Gojo’s smile looks pained. His grip on you growing tighter and tighter as he tries to hold onto the both of you.

What’s happening?

It’s quiet, whispered under his breath.

“Love,” Gojo kisses your forehead, the hand you were holding coming up to rest upon your cheek as he looks into your befuddled gaze.

“Truly is the most twisted curse of all.”

You feel Suguru’s hands claw at you before it suddenly goes black.

——

Geto struggles up from bed, his heart palpitating as he places his hand over his chest. The cold sweat from his brow doesn’t stop, nor do his tears. His eyes are swollen, red with grief as his hand begins to clutch at the swelling pain in his heart. The realization of reality.

A dream.

He was so close. So close to feeling your touch, so close to caressing your hair, so close to hearing your joyful giggles in his ear…

So close to having you together with them again.

His cries are hollow, his fingernails digging into the sheets of your bed as his heart yearned and longed for your presence. He chokes when he turns to see Satoru already awake, staring out the window next to him.

Their gazes meet.

He knows. They both know. No matter how bad they wish it weren’t true.

You can only live on in their dreams.

——

You’re in another place now.

An apartment complex. It’s quiet. Deafeningly so.

A silent young boy sits on the tatami floormats before you, poking at the ground.

Alone. Seriously, what is happening?

You crouch down before him. It comes out before you even have time to comprehend your words.

“Are you sad too?”

“No.” His brows are furrowed, head finally lifting to look at the sudden stranger.

“Who are you anyway?” His eyes narrow at you.

“Hmm,” This is an actual child. You need to watch your words. Even if all this doesn’t feel real.

“Your guardian fairy?”

“Gross.”

You laugh at this kid’s audacity, a quiet melody that brushes his ears. You can definitely appreciate some sass.

“I’m not sad.” He looks away, blushing. “Just… Alone.”

You tap a finger on your cheek, smiling at the boy as he grunts at you.

“I can keep you company.”

——

You stay silent, your feet kicking as you relax on the couch with him. It’s some sort of… Melancholic bliss.

It’s quiet, almost inaudible. It’s whispered under his breath.

“Are you ever going to come back?” To him. To visit him again in this agonizingly lonely dream of his.

You pause. “Honestly, I don’t know.”

You really didn’t. Why were you here? Where are your friends? Yaga? What exactly is happening?

You can’t remember.

“Oh.” So you were going to leave too. Just like his mom did when he was young, just like his dad who left soon after.

Maybe he was cursed to be alone, after all. How ironic, considering his name.

“Hey,” You stop for a moment to plant your hand in the child’s fluffy hair.

“I promise to come if you wish really, really, really hard for me.” Just like in fairytales, right?

He looks exasperated, almost looking at you as if you were lying. “Really?” He doesn’t like liars.

“Really.” You wink. You hold your pinky out to him.

“Pinky promise.”

“Even if…” His voice is starting to die down. “Even if all I am is someone unlovable?” His hands are starting to shake, you can feel his little body trembling next to you.

You plop his little head onto your shoulder as you continue to rub at his scalp, attempting to soothe the sadness he felt.

Your own pinky moves to wind around his own, interlocking them together.

“I think that your struggles,” Your hand smoothed over those spiky, fluffy locks.

“Don’t make you any sort of burden.” You lightly tap his nose as he scrunches it up. “It doesn’t make you undesirable, unlovable,” You begin to move his head downwards and onto your lap.

“Or undeserving of care.” You slowly pat his head, watching him as his eyes slowly began to flutter close, his head leaning into your touch.

“Where’d… you hear that from?”

You giggle. “A man said it once.”

“So…” His breaths begin to slow. “Lame…”

He’s asleep.

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Notes:

Shoko doesn’t dream of you. Believe her, she’s tried. Though, it feels as if you’ve blessed her with dreamless nights.

She’s comforted thinking about it. But she does ask Geto and Gojo about their dreams.

She’s taken to washing her hair with your shampoo on the days she feels like she can’t take it anymore. It rubs off on her pillow and she just lays there and thinks of you.

That was the first dream stsg have had where they could physically touch you. They’ve never felt more anguished in any of the dreams following this incident.

You did appear the next time the child wished for you to come. He’s starting to believe you actually are a fairy.

#gojo x reader #geto x reader x gojo #geto x reader #jjk x reader #whalewrites #gojo satoru x reader #getou suguru x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #dyf au #satosugu x reader

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love LOVE loveyour latest stsg x reader fics.. something about them brings me so much comfort bc i just Knowww those two are constantly up to no good. and when it involves a certain oblivious, unsure, not so confident reader? they are sooo evil and i think so much teasing comes up between them so theyre always coming up with ways to tease her and get her all flustered for them. it probably starts with satoru who she caught his eyes first.. ever since then he probably makes it his mission to torment her and follow her like a puppy. and suguru notices that every time she appeara its like he doesn’t exist to satoru! hes not jealous no… if anything he becomes even More obsessed than satoru! and probably a more quiet eviler person to her!!! cant argue w me that suguru is probably the more cunning of the two!! anyways satoru teases her and she runs to suguru for help but hes evil and indulges in satoru’s playfulness so he doesnt give in!! sometimes he does!!

but oh my shoko… my beautiful shoko my lovely lady i love her. and reader is probably infuriated with her but having two overgrown lizards constantly bothering her.. i bet its hard for shoko to have reader all to herself …but!! reader has the biggest soft spot for her obviously she makes time for shoko and shoko 100% uses that to her advantage to bully the two bullies themselves that she has reader wrapped around her finger hah! reader can wear something really cute and maybe more revealing than most days and shoko will just rub herself over reader and the two boys will frown like kids getting their candy stolen :))) thru all of this, reader is clueless and just believes that shoko loves her!

anyways i love your writing so much!

anon, ur so sexy for being my first ever ask and it’s so detailed and long too. u deserve this fic.

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laundry mishap (gojo x reader x geto, shoko x reader)

warnings: you let shoko grope you (willingly), 17+ rating, gojo and geto are hopeless, shoko is so attractive i’m going to scream, aftermath of my AO3 withdrawals

You steps were unsteady, hand desperately pressed onto the hem of your much shorter skirt, it’s length just hitting your mid-thigh as your unsteady gait made you stumble.

Your thigh-highs did little to cover your more exposed legs, unknowingly showing the zettai ryoiki to the world as the socks clung to your flesh, subtly highlighting the sexiness and shapeliness of your legs.

Your school blazer clung ever so tight to your figure, showing each curve and wind of your body. Much too different from your usual loose, ill-fitting uniform. Usually so baggy, your figure was so… Boxy looking.

“Do you ever get tired of looking like a sloth?”

Gojo inquired, staring you down through his sunglasses as he looked over your form. Your long skirt hung to your knees, blazer hanging off your form. The sleeves were so long they nearly swallowed your hands, stopping just shy of your palm as you crossed your arms protectively over yourself, as if embarrassed of your uniform choice.

“I’m just… More comfortable like this, Gojo-san…” You murmur, eyes casting downwards towards the floor. Did you really look… Bad? Was that why Gojo commented on your clothes? Did they really look as horrible as you thoug-

“Don’t tease her Satoru, I think she looks cute.” Suguru smiled, watching with glee as he watched you flinch, eyes growing wide and your face stance turning shy as your eyes finally left the ground, turning to face his own.

A cute, upwards quirk of your lips, polite and unsure, as if you didn’t believe him.

“Thank you, Suguru.”

Foolish, you were so foolish to trust Shoko with your laundry for the week.

“It only shrunk just a little!”

Your skirt is too short. That’s fine. You have stockings, they’ll cover them.

“Ah. Your… Stockings, you say?” Shoko tapped a thoughtful finger on her chin in mock thought. A hand tucked behind her back as she tapped her foot. She lets out a nervous huff, pulling out ripped, torn, absolutely devastated remains of your poor stockings.

…

…

…

“You can forgive me because I’m cute, right?”

(You did, in fact, forgive her because she was cute. And because she bought you your favourite chocolate milk from that specific vending machine at that very specific timing you claim has the best tasting milk.)

You huffed a little from running through the halls, the clock just about to hit 8:30 as you slid open the backdoor, attempting to make a sneaky entrance and slide into your seat next to Ieiri a quick and easy feat.

If counting how 4 pairs of eyes were solely trained on you for a summer draft accidentally slamming the door closed behind you counted as ‘sneaky’ anyway.

(Two pairs were absolutely shocked at your way of dress, whilst one was gloating with pride as she took in the sight of you before her. The last pair was apathetic and was more interested in trying to finish the class.)

“(last name), how quaint of you to finally join us. Take your seat.” Yaga-sensei drawled out, turning back around to the blackboard.

“Ahem, where was I?” He looks towards his notebook. “Ah, right. So Imperial Japan existed from 1868, the beginning of the Mei-“

You shyly hurried to Shoko’s side, watching her smirk as you blushed desperately, holding down your skirt and not noticing the two gazes basically pinning their eyes to you. Stuck gazes, watching the way your ‘new’ uniform highlighted your now more exposed frame. The way it clung tight to your chest, the fat of your thighs exposed from your skirt, the way your thigh-highs tightened around-

“Ieiri,” You whispered. “I feel naked…” You let out a quiet whine, adding to the two boys’ building frustration and wild imaginations.

“I think you look great.” The girl began. “So pretty.” She placed her hand on you, her fingers traced your sock-clad leg. “I didn’t know you had these.” Her fingers gently traced the outline of the sock.

You giggled. A quiet, cute melody. “Right?” Your voice barely above a whisper as you grabbed her hand to place it directly on your exposed thigh skin. “I got them a while ago, their quality is absolutely unmatched!”

Surprising all three at once as you let Shoko touch and explore to her heart’s content. Gojo audibly gulped as he watched Shoko’s fingers squeeze and play with the fat of your thigh, the zettai ryoiki absolutely driving him mad. He couldn’t possibly look away now.

Oh, how he would die to have his face buried in between the plushness of your legs as your hand tangled in his hair, begging, pleading him to stop because you just couldn’t handle it any-

Why were you looking at him so anxiously?

“Gojo.” The imposing figure of Yaga-sensei stood before his desk. “Since you can’t listen, you can stand outside for the rest of the lesson.”

Dammit.

Whilst Suguru was laughing at Satoru’s plight, he was fading no better at the sight of Shoko groping your legs. Especially not when you so adorably turned to face him, your eyes lighting up with a smile and shyly waving at him in greeting.

How he would love to turn that smile of yours into desperate whines as those legs of yours wrapped around his hips, bouncing and whining for him to let you co-

“Ah, Yaga-sensei. I can answer this one.” He raised his hand, regrettably turning his head away from you to participate in class.

Suguru has a gentleman’s role to play in front of you, afterall.

——

The bell rung, signalling the start of the lunch hour as Gojo finally strolled back into the classroom after getting a lecture from Yaga-sensei.

You caused him to get in trouble with how hot you looked today! (Not that he’s going to use that as an excuse in front of Yaga, of course.)

Compounded by his irritation and his lack of getting to ogle at you, Gojo was pissed. Especially when he saw you giggling at Shoko as Suguru stood by your desk, his arm brushing against your shoulder as you idly chatted with the both of them with the prettiest smile on your face.

Your glittery eyes caught sight of him walking towards you, an even prettier smile making its way onto your face. (Gojo was about to implode from cuteness. He cannot think right. His mind was on autopilot.)

“Ah, Gojo-san, good mor-“

“What, you gonna go to a strip club or something afterwards? What’s with the get-up?”

Ouch. Your smile slowly dropped as the weight of his words stung you. Subconsciously, your hands came around to wrap yourself in a self-hug.

Suguru stepped in. “Satoru, what the fuck? That was rude.” He stood in front of you almost protectively, shielding you from Gojo’s sight.

“What? Is she dressing like that to impress someon-“ Geto shoved the imposing boy.

Shoko’s turn. “Wow, way to impress girls, jerk.” Her stare was narrowed, eyes piercing and cutting into the white-haired sorcerer.

Suguru sighed. “Listen, man, that wasn’t cool. Cut th-“

“Suguru! It’s okay!” You didn’t want them to fight. Not because of you. You let out a little nervous laugh, arms tightening around yourself. “I- I probably look- Bad. I know. It’s a bit too new t-to me as well…”

The three looked at you, two with worry, and the last with regretful dejection. He shouldn’t just kept his mouth shut.

You stood up, still hugging yourself. “L-let’s get lunch, shall we?” Shoko’s arm came to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you close to her side as she began to lift your mood, chatting with you as the other 2 followed quietly behind.

Your skirt swished and swayed attractively as you walked, Shoko’s hand now around your waist as you began to laugh again, your voice a little bit more free, less constrained from your creeping insecurities and want to escape.

Did you really look that ugly…? You hope your new uniform order comes soon, you don’t want to be in this getup anymore if it-

You felt Shoko’s hand smack against your ass, yelping as you jumped slightly from the shock. Your eyes widened comically, you definitely weren’t expecting that whilst mid-conversation about clothes of all things.

(The audience behind you was seething in jealously.)

“Ieiri…! That’s in-inappropriate !” Your shy stuttering was so cute to her.

“And you,” Shoko began, her hand curling tighter around your waist. “Are the hottest thing I’ve seen today.” She grinned lazily. “Don’t sell yourself short, pretty.”

Ieiri is so attractive. Your blush encompassed your entire face as you looked away shyly, unable to hold her intense gaze.

“Y-you’re prettier…” You shyly began.

“Hmm? Can’t hear you.”

“Ieiri is the prettiest!”

——

Behind you, Geto was unabashedly tearing into Gojo.

“Real charming move today.”

“She- I- I tried to be funny.” Gojo paused, hands tucked into his pockets. “Saw how you were makin’ her laugh so much.”

“So funny, that nobody even laughed.” Geto let out a sigh. “We’re both gonna lose her favour if you keep that shit up.”

Gojo kept his silence, thinking back to the way you shrunk back into yourself. The way you lost your happy glow almost instantaneously. The way your eyes lost their shine, the shakiness of your hands.

He felt bad. He definitely feels bad. He doesn’t want to be the cause of your sadness.

“Shit. What do I do in these situations, Suguru?”

——

“Hey.” You stopped in your tracks, whirling around only to face the Gojo Satoru.

Holding… A bouquet of roses and a carton of milk.

He cleared his throat, pumping his chest up as he pushed the flowers up towards you.

“You’re… Not a stripper.”

(Hidden behind the corridor’s walls, Geto was facepalming and screaming internally.)

You stare at the flowers, at the carton of your favourite chocolate milk that Gojo had opened and drank from.

“Take them.” He shoved the bouquet in your face. “It’s for you.”

You confusedly accept them, holding them in both your arms as you looked up at the tall boy.

“Thank you… But… Why?” Are you being pranked right now?

“Apology. Duh.” Gojo paused, taking a sip for courage from the milk that was meant for you. “For, ya know… Saying you were trying to impress someone.”

You stay silent, eyes casting to the pretty bouquet.

“You look pretty today, by the way. Prettier than the flowers.”

Your eyes widened. The Gojo Satoru… Giving you a compliment? Your eyes shot towards him, only to find him scratching his head, glasses having fallen down slightly, revealing crystal blue eyes that were avoiding your gaze.

He’s cute.

You laugh. Out loud, free, and without restraint.

“Thank you, Gojo-san!”

Gojo thinks he’s never going to forget this sight.

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Notes:

You do not have any romantic feelings for Gojo or Geto at this moment, but you greatly, greatly admire them for their strength.

Shoko erupts the closest feeling to ‘being in love’ for you. You think you have a crush on her here.

Geto spent 2 hours teaching Gojo about all the things he knew about you, in order for him to form a proper apology to you on his own.

As Gojo approached you from afar with your favourite drink in hand and flowers, he got too nervous. He drank your milk himself to build courage, completely forgetting it was meant for you.

Shoko thinks of you as a cute existence. Lively, interesting and amusing to her daily life.

Gojo fell for you first, and Geto second, but Geto was more proactive and got closer to you first.

Gojo is insufferable. He thinks he’s cool but he’s just being an ass.

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chew your regret (geto x reader x gojo) pt.3

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warnings: no fluff here folks, just suffering. gore mentions.

“Suguru?” The man let out a laugh, throwing his head back as the sun shone down on him. “He’s my best friend. My one and only.” A boisterous exclamation.

“Ah, Satoru?” He smiled, gentle, soft and affectionate. The moonlight bathed him in an ethereal glow. “In this world, there is definitely no other like him.” A serene confirmation.

“After all, we’re the strongest.”

There was a ‘we’, a ‘they’. In those conversations you’ve had, there was no ‘you’.

Maybe there never was.

No matter how you view it, Satoru and Suguru were made for each other. They loved the other in a way only they could ever understand, a love so deep it transcends meaning.

How could you ever have thought you’d be able to fit in a puzzle that never required you?

You should never have coveted what was never yours to have.

You feel the marks on your neck sear, the aftermath of your little session with the two boys. They glowed an angry red, the beginnings of the hickeys starting to mar your nape as you wince slightly at the soreness.

You floated around in a domain, eyes blank and empty as you thought and thought and thought, mind racing back to the times of your first significant memories of the duo.

Your breaths uneven as you heaved, the heavy stench of blood filling your nostrils as you shook. Your knees, scraped. Your leg having had had an arrow pierced, embedded into your flesh. You’re in pain.

It was a Grade 1 curse. What was supposed to be a straightforward, simple exorcism of the appearance of a few Grade 3 curses, your second ever solo mission, had soon taken a sharp turn.

You screamed as you felt the curse’s hands snap your arm, your staff laying on the ground, broken and useless much like your hand.

You heard the damned thing snicker, laugh at your pain as you struggled to maintain your vision. To stay awake. Stay alive. You can’t die. Not when you saw the young girl cowering behind the pillar you had hidden her in.

“Hehehe! You sorcerers are a joke!” It taunted, it’s hand gripping painfully tight around your torso, making you wince as you felt one of your ribs give.

“Oh? Not going to scream again? Perhaps I should break something else?” It squeezed tighter, it’s disgusting tentacles wrapping around you as it’s jaw began to unhinge, revealing a red, slime covered mouth, rows of yellowed, misshapen teeth and a sliced tongue. You felt bile and blood rise in your throat, desperate to fight off the pain. Desperate to fight back. You can’t be eaten here. Your vision was white hot, your broken arm feeling limp and useless at your side.

You heard a cackle.

Tchak! “Let the lady go, you ugly monster!” A small rock was thrown at the monstrous curse’s head.

No. No no no no nonnonono You felt yourself be thrown into a concrete wall, your back taking the brunt of it as you clawed at the wall with your good hand for support.

Stand up. Stand up stand up stand up.

“And what do we have here?” You heard the curse hum, it’s slimy appendages moving further and further from you. Towards the innocent civilian you were protecting.

Shit. You can’t see. The blood was rushing to your head. Your heart pounding at a mile per minute.

Your vision is gone.

You heard more screams. Your legs burned as you forced yourself up. Your eyes closed as you channeled your cursed energy.

Get the focus off the girl. You may not be able to physically see the curse with your current state, but you sure as hell can sense it.

You focus. Focus and focused and focused, a blast of your pure cursed energy surrounding itself around the girl, who was running for her life towards you as she screamed and begged for help.

You want to keep her safe. You promised, afterall.

Your mind steeled, your cursed technique activating as it formed a barrier around her just in time as the curse reared one of its ugly tendrils, forming a spike at the end as it readied to plunge through the civilian’s skull.

The tendril bounced back, burnt to a crisp by your cursed energy as the protective barrier burned, shined bright within the dark compounds of the abandoned car park.

The curse giggled. “You think that measly shield is going to stop ME?” It clawed and clawed at the barrier, the little girl curling into a ball in on herself as she cried and begged for it to be over.

The curse was futile in its attempts. You can’t break a promise. You steadied your breathing, your hair a mess and blood trailing from your face as you shakily held your broken staff in your good hand, your good elbow bracing yourself against the wall for support.

“Come…” You heaved. “Get me, you ugly bitch.”

It reared its grotesque head towards you.

“I should’ve finished you off first, sorcerer!” It broke into a run towards you, screaming agonized threats. “You’re going to wish you died just now!”

You hope your shield holds. This is your end. You can’t fight anymore. The last remaining remnants of your cursed energy flicker uselessly on your staff, dying out as you prepared for death to take you.

You failed. Failed to accomplish your mission. Failed. Failed failed failed failed failed

“Oops.” A strong wind blows in your face, the curse incinerated with one strong blast, with no milliseconds left for it to even think about its final words. “Suguru would’ve called that overkill.”

Gojo Satoru has made his entrance.

You never felt such relief, your knees collapsing where they stood as the chosen one stepped before you.

He took one look at the young civilian girl that had fainted from overwhelming fear, your cursed energy still glowing bright around her, before turning his judgmental gaze towards you.

“That was weak.” You know. “That all it took for you to get in this state?” You tried.

You couldn’t even answer him, your body burning in pain as you struggled to stay alive.

“Gotta hand it to ya, though.” You felt his presence near you, hearing him squat down to be eye level with you, his bones creaking slightly. “Pretty stupidly brave of you to sacrifice your last pitiful reserves of cursed energy on ‘er. Respect.”

You think you felt your heart throb at the compliment, before you passed out.

—

You sat within the confines of your hospital room, aimlessly staring out the window. The bandages encased almost your entire body, your cast heavy as you looked into the outside world with one eye.

(The other was tucked away behind an eyepatch to speed up recovery. Apparently, using reverse cursed technique on you in your sensitive state would cause you to potentially implode. Gonna have to wait a while before you could receive that treatment.)

You smile down at the signature Gojo had left on your cast, a crude drawing of what was meant to be him winking and sticking his tongue out.

(“You don’t have any other friends anyway. I can sign it as big as I like!”)

Beside it, was Shoko’s sign. A small message to you to recover quicker, cause being left to the two menaces was driving her insane, and she missed you so much.

(“I missed you.” She whined out, plopping her head onto your lap as you sat upright on the propped up pillow. Her short auburn hair obscured her eyes as she stared up at you, a pout on her pretty lips.)

“Please excuse me.” The hinges of the door squeaking slightly as they were opened.

Suguru was finally here. You’d didn’t think he cared enough about you to come.

“Ah, Geto-san.” You tried to bow in greeting, wincing when you were only able to bend forward awkwardly due to the pain and stiffness of the bandages as you met his eyes. “Thank you for coming to see me.”

“It’s nothing.” Suguru bowed back politely, a small bag of what he had seen you snack on during breaks in his hand.

(They were bought at the supermarket nearby after he decided it was rude to visit a hospitalized classmate without something. He’s better than Gojo.)

“I’ve come with some gifts.”

—

Suguru sat upon a chair at the side of your bed, lazily leaned back on the chair as a leg crossed over the other, hearing you fumbling with the plastic bag with your one good hand.

He broke the silence.

“Satoru told me about your mission.” He pauses, before smiling. “He’s been non-stop whining about having to fill in that report in place of you.”

(Gojo would’ve never written that report if it wasn’t for you.)

You let out a polite laugh. “I suppose I should thank him accordingly after I’m discharged, then.”

Suguru stays silent, watching, observing you.

“Were you actually going to let yourself die, trying to save that little girl?”

You stay silent, your one eye cast down towards the scratchy sheets of your bed. You don’t hesitate with your reply.

“I think protecting those who can’t protect themselves is a noble thing.”

“Even at the expense of your own life?” He cocked a curious brow.

You smiled. Genuine, soft and melancholic.

“Even then.” You direct your gaze towards him, looking him straight in the eye. “If not us, who else?”

Geto smiled. “You’re pretty strong, huh?”

——

You drift endlessly in the confines of your cursed space. You don’t think you could even forget them if you tried.

You think you’d curse yourself to remember them even in your death.

If- If all they wanted was your physical being… That’s okay, right?

You’re okay with that. Right? It’s all you can offer the two who had everything. The two who your heart hopelessly longed for.

Fate has cursed you to love.

And you’re going to accept it, wholeheartedly and in all its cruelty. You’re going to take it, cling onto the hope that they could ever love you, take and love and love and love, then die. No matter the pain.

That was just your fate, right?

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Notes:

Gojo thinks it’s amazing that you push on through again and again, despite your weak self. Putting others before yourself is something he isn’t used to seeing, and he’s so intrigued by your weird kindness. You never stop smiling either.

Geto thinks your strength is admirable. You were clearly weak and struggling to nurture your cursed technique, you should’ve given up long ago. You don’t possess any talent. But you didn’t give up at all. Cool.

The hospital was the first time you had ever properly met eyes with Geto. He didn’t expect your one good eye to be so sparkly and full of life. You looked cute.

Your cursed technique is pretty simple. It’s more defensive than anything. A technique that allows you to make barriers, walls and transport you to void of empty space. The void is not your domain. Only you can get in and out of it.

Unfortunately for you, you crushed on Gojo first.

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