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⡴ gym teacher!sukuna has an embarrassingly known crush on school nurse!reader
lowkey wanna turn this into a full oneshot
if he heard one more twelve year old’s squeaky voice whispering to one another, saying he’s ‘got a crush on the school nurse’ he swears he’s gonna write up the whole grade.
god, it’s even worse when one of the eighth grade girls come up to him when he’s on lunch duty.
“mr., mr. ! did you know the nurse mentioned she likes tall guys when i went into her room for a tylenol !”
“what does that have to do with me ?” he grumbles, scrunching his face while the girl and her friend stare up at him.
“well everyone knows you like like her—”
“GO SIT DOWN!”
he swears the whole lunchroom conveniently goes quiet when he yells that as the girls squirm away back to their tables and start whispering around gossip.
and even worse than the girls that draw hearts around you and sukuna’s staff photos next to eachother in the main office, he’s got gojo. gojo, who ships you two and nags him like worse-than a middle school girl. gojo, who shoves you two together for any school event.
“what game do you have planned for tomorrow?” you ask, leaning over to whisper to sukuna as eighth grade awards are called for each subject, timing claps inbetween your words while names are called. you smirk, “how many kids am i gonna have sent my way next time?”
“just dodgeball.” he leans down to whisper flatly against your ear, still staring down a kid giggling in the seating rows of the auditorium and effectively getting him to stop with his gaze.
“your version of dodgeball is basically to the death, i might have to have paramedics in my room on standby.” you joke, turning to smile at him so sweetly. in his mind, this counts as him making you laugh and therefore counts as a win.
he chuckles lightly, just a quick huff of his chest, but essentially the hardest he can laugh if he’s not looking at a kid getting tackled in class. “these kids will toughen up eventually, i am just teaching them to do it early.”
“were you a weak kid that needed to toughen up? i can really only picture you as a big scary dude.”
“i was actually a severely malnourished child due to my mothers impoverished state during her pregnancy.“ he says, truly not realizing how solemn he sounds in his voice even as he means it as a light hearted jest.
you blink at him, face contorted in confusion and awkwardness. he wants to hit himself.
the only thing that saves him from not saying anything stupid again is the end of the assembly, marked by gojo yelling into a megaphone and for kids to round up by homeroom.
the following week he’s still embarrassed to even look you in the eyes. he’s mulling over how stupid he must’ve looked infront of you while sifting through the equipment closet.
he hears steps echo throughout the currently empty gym before he yells out.
“gojo i’m not covering your lunch break, fuck off—” he turns around to not see the usual suspect he finds during his free period. instead, he sees you, leaning against the door in scrubs and white coat clinging to your body. he stills in his motion.
you speak before he can (if he can speak at all in his embarrassed state).
“i understand the confusion, he bothers me all the time too.” you dismiss, smiling at him with your glossed lips he probably thinks about hourly. waitwaitwait, gojo talks to you all the time ? he’s going to kill that lanky fuck. “just wanted to drop these off for yuri in your next period.” you jostle around a pill bottle in your hand, “she can get fainty on gym days so give these to her just in case to help prevent that.” he knows it’s your job and all, but your concern is honestly kinda cute.
“uhh yeah i’ll be sure to.” he nods, right as you drop the bottle on top of a stack of rubber cones by the door before you walk out. and he would just like it to be known he definitely didn’t stare at your ass as you left.
and he typically makes it easier for himself to deny how down bad he is to you, but now, after you spent a week of saved up sick days out last week, he’s kind of craving your voice. so who can blame him when he calls his 6th grade nephew into his office while he’s supposed to be at lunch.
“look, kid. i’m going to need you to do something, and i’m gonna need you to not be annoying about it, kay?”
yuji furrows his brows, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.
“you,” he gestures to his nephew, “are going to act like you collapsed and let me bring you up to the school nurse. you are then going to be quiet when i talk to her.”
“is it cause you have a crush on her—”
sukuna tenses before cutting him off.
“do a good job acting and i will consider buying you that human earthworm blu-ray. do you hear me, brat?”
yuji’s eyes light up at the mention of the dvd.
“is this impression good enough then?” yuji leans and clutches at his side in fake fatigue while moaning dramatically for help, then immediately straightens up with a smile like he’s waiting for a rating. sukuna shakes his head and genuinely wonders how he’s related to this—in sukuna’s words— pea brained doofus.
he dials your number on his offices phone, sitting tense in his chair while he shh’s yuji. yuji nods and salutes as sukuna continues to roll his eyes.
yuji could’ve sworn he saw him smile when you pick up. he continues to watch sukuna fiddle with the curled wire of the phone as he explains yuji’s apparently dire situation. he can just barely hear the muffled sound of you saying ‘just bring him up and i’ll check him out.” over the speaker of the phone before sukuna hangs up and fixes his hair.
sukuna walks out the door and desperately tries to ignore yuji’s terrible post fainting impression behind him as his nephew follows his step to your room.
just before they step into your room he whispers to yuji as he leans over.
“if you can bring up me being single i’ll take you out for ice cream, brat.”
ignore typos i was too lazy to fix any
daddy toji’s friends love his shy girlfriend (and it totally turns him on)
content. mdni. | casual convo with gojo and nanami, daddy toji + virgin reader, use of 'daddy', 'sweetheart', etc., praise, rubbing to orgasm..
a/n: requested by @cutestgirllyyyuu hope u like mwah
you entered into your apartment late in the evening after an exhausting day of lectures and labs. male voices came to a halt. your movements stilled when you looked at the living room, realizing your boyfriend toji had invited over his friends—nanami and gojo.
before you knew it, the two of them broke out into giant grins.
“hey y/n, hope you don’t mind us stealing your old man.” nanami teased, earning a grunt in response from toji.
“aww, toji’s lil angel is finally home.” gojo said cheekily with a wave.
“hii, didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” you said, speaking softly as your cheeks flushed from shyness.
you moved your gaze onto toji instead of them in attempt to ease your nerves. his mouth tugged up in his usual cheeky smile, patting his thigh. “you’re not interrupting sweetheart. you should come sit.”
you dropped your light pink bag to the floor gently and quickly slipped off your shoes. honestly you weren’t exactly in the mood to sit with them but you didn’t wanna be rude and it’s not like they were horrible company.
you walked over slowly and ignored his pat on the thigh, sitting beside him instead. your cheeks were pink enough as is. you heard a snicker leave gojo at the way toji gave you an offended look. his friends watched you two with fascination.
toji pinched your side before swiftly tugging you into his lap anyway, positioning you sideways so you could relax against him while still seeing the others. you buried your face into his shoulder, cheeks turning even pinker out of embarrassment.
“you’re embarrassing her, toji. she’s innocent unlike your barbarian self.” nanami teased, his tone of voice serious like he was actually scolding him.
you lifted your head and kissed toji’s cheek softly, peeking at nanami and gojo briefly. “It’s okay, he’s not thatt much of a barbarian.” you defended timidly, trying to play into their humor. toji’s chest vibrated with a soft chuckle while his friends laughed as well—surprised that you even responded.
soft lips brushed against your ear as toji whispered, “good girl, stay put in daddy’s lap.” only for you to hear. your eyes widened a tiny bit and you quickly hid your face in him again to avoid facing the others. you hoped they hadn’t notice you clench your thighs together.
gojo gave toji an amused look. “is the old man harrassing you, y/n?” he joked while nanami added in, “we can hurt him for you.”
you shook your head and stayed quiet. toji tightened his hold on you, grinning at his friends. “don’t worry, she’s perfectly fine with me.”
the hour passed with the three men conversing while you relaxed in toji’s lap. every now and then they’d attempt to include you as well by asking questions or throwing teasing remarks your way just to see the way you always answered shyly, gaze lowered.
once the door shut behind them and their footsteps faded outside, you were nearly falling asleep on toji—cheek smushed against his chest. he traced your spine slowly to watch you shiver and look up at him.
a small smirk tugged at his lips. “such a sweet little girl, keeping daddy and his friends company.” he mused, slipping his fingers under the hem of your tanktop. you blushed and nodded wordlessly, savoring the praise.
“get so hard when you’re all shy like that baby.” your cheeks and body warmed at that. slowly you leaned up to give him a short kiss.
“one day.. you can relieve yourself inside.” you whispered quietly against his lips, eyes fluttering shut to avoid his gaze.
toji had been very patient with you wanting to hold onto your virginity a little longer but sometimes it was hard for you to control yourself. he huffed out a breath, cock hardening more beneath you.
“tease.” he whispered, bringing a hand up to hold your chin while his fingers explored the skin of your back.
“you were so sweet for daddy, why don’t I make you feel good so you can sleep real good?” he suggested, tilting your face up closer to give you slow teasing kisses to your lips.
you nodded, leaning into his touch as you pecked his lips back. “yes please..” he adjusted his hold on you and lifted you up in his arms, walking to your shared bedroom.
after helping you get changed and clean off your makeup, toji sat back against the headboard with you sitting in between his legs—back pressed to his chest. you rested your head back against his chest, the position already making you feel all fluttery and wet.
he kissed your head softly and trailed fingers down to graze your inner thigh, pushing up his t-shirt you wore to reveal your panties. “want fingers inside?” he murmured against your hair.
you shook your head shyly, melting into him deeper. his fingers hooked onto your panties, tugging them down. your eyes were glued to his fingers as they inched closer. he brushed them against your slick folds—eliciting a small gasp from you.
he lowered his head to kiss your cheek and jaw while he began to rub your wetness around your sticky cunt, blissful heat coursing through your body. his lips continued along your jawline meanwhile his fingers moved to rub hard circles against your bundle of nerves.
your hips jerked up towards his hand, lips parting around small desperate whimpers. “ah—daddy go faster.” you pleaded softly, eyes squeezed shut.
he nipped at your jaw and circled your clit faster. your soft moans and whines encouraging him to put more pressure on your needy cunt. the combination of your exhaustion and the pleasure he was giving you made you feel like you were floating.
“go on, let go for daddy.” he whispered into your skin, the sound of his voice pushing you over the edge. your legs quivered as he continued to rub you through it, helpless whimpers coming from you.
he soothed you with soft kisses to your cheek and temple. “you come so fast for me, sweetheart. such a good girl.” he praised in a low murmur, tugging your undies back up before helping you lay down.
you looked up at him, cheeks flushed a light pink, and eyes shining with bliss. “thank you daddy.. sleep with me.” you requested in a sleepy voice while your eyelids grew heavier.
he smiled and laid down as well, tugging you into his arms before drifting off shortly after you.
𓍼ོ inexperienced!reader sucking dad’s best friend!toji’s dick for the first time
you kneel between toji’s spread thighs on his living room floor, the tv light bouncing low with hue of some old game in the background.
his cock is thick and heavy in your shaky hand, the vein along the underside pulsing as you lean in and wrap your lips around the head for the first time. “mhm,” you hear your dad’s best friend hum.
when it slips into your mouth, it tastes salty and warm, bigger than you expected, already stretching your mouth.
you suck gently, eyes flicking up to his face, hoping for some sign that you are not messing this up completely.
toji leans back against the couch, one big hand resting on the back of your head, his green eyes half lidded with that lazy smirk.
“fuck, baby, don’t choke,” he mutters when you try to take more and your throat tightens around him.
you pull back a little, coughing softly, spit already slicking your chin. “am i… doing it right?” you whisper, voice small and uncertain.
he laughs, low and rough, the sound rumbling through his chest and making his abs flex under that dark trail of hair.
“yeah,” then bunch of words follow when you hollow your cheeks, a slurping sound engulfing you both.
“you’re doing it.. fuck— right”
“smart girl.”
“…just like that.”
“slow and wet. feels good.”
encouraged, you dip down again, taking him deeper this time, your tongue pressing flat along the bottom. but you push too far too fast, and your eyes water as he hits the back of your throat.
“easy,” he growls, but his fingers tighten in your hair anyway. “you gonna choke on it.”
another laugh escapes him, this one darker, as you try to breathe through your nose. before you can pull off, he guides you down firmly, pushing until your nose brushes right against that coarse trail of hair at the base of him. your throat spasms around the thick length, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but he holds you there for a long second, savoring the tight heat.
“there we go,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower. “good girl. take it all for me.”
he finally lets you up just enough to gasp for air, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his cock, before he pushes you right back down again. his laughter mixes with a groan as you struggle so prettily around him.
Geto and toji are too fine🤤🤤 geto toji lookalike contest in my bed
John marston × fem reader
A Trip Down Memory Lane ♡♡
A/N: dont mind any typos if u see them lol i was half knocked out writing this. Ugh i love john sm. Idk if i should keep this a oneshot or not lmk
You and John go way back, far enough to a time where life wasn't too complicated, opposed to each trifling circumstance. An era where adulthood was further than clouds, life seemed brighter and the world was an encyclopedia with blanks itching to be uncovered. One of those blanks John was yet to discover was you- a rowdy aristrocrat. You were something. Someone loud and funny, refusing to be moulded into shape by your snobbish parents and the dumb flesh-robots they call servants. You also made John's soul sing since the day he met you; the orphanage was a distant memory when your laughter rang in his ears. At times, his own name left him too.
He didn't know when it happened but John realised he was in love- if that's what they call it. He adored your smile and your pretty eyes, the way your eyelashes would flutter when startled and the mischievous gleam in your eyes the minute you heard a scandal. Everything you did made his stomach churn. Even the way you rolled in the mud was so elegant, dirt staining your cheeks and dress, hopelessly clinging there for the rest of the evening. Mornings turned to nights too quickly with your company, and his heart raced as if every heartbeat of his entire life had been squeezed into a single hour. He had to confess, no buts.
So that's exactly what he planned to do. He managed to neaten up his hair, for once, unsure exactly how to do it. Well, he learned decently enough by watching the barber in town brushing other folks' hair- decent enough for a poor teenage boy at least. John somehow managed to gather some flowers, an assortment of colours with each one hand-picked with care. And he wore his nicest shirt, even if it wasn't as grand as your silk dresses. Yet, when he arrived to the spot you always met at, you were nothing but air.
Hours turned to days and then weeks; you never showed up, John didn't even catch you in town either. A tight ache seared through his chest, his heart bleeding to hear your voice again. Doubts ate John's mind, hypotheticals and theories running laps around his thoughts. It's easy to escape behind a wall of 'ifs' and 'I don't cares' which is precisely what the teen did. The ache slowly dulled, his life turned around- he could safely say you didn't live in his brain anymore.
A few years later, John has grown into a fine gunslinger, a member of the notorious Van Der Linde gang. This was his crowd, he believed, John was destined to be an outlaw for as long as the world dealt his cards. The young man found another beautiful woman that knocked the wind out of him, Abigail. Then, Jack rolled in, his son that he begrudgingly has to claim. No, he never said he was a good father, or a good man at all, but he's finally trying not to bicker with Abigail. Fishing with his son gradually became his job, not Arthur's. His found family grows prouder of him.
That was until San Denis streets decided to play matchmaker one fateful noon.
Supplies were running low, plus, Dutch said it'd be an intelligent idea to scope the scenery of the large city in advance of stirring up trouble. John had just finished loading up the wagon, preparing to hop on and get the hell out. The labyrinth they call a settlement drives him to crave the open country. Then, he stumbles across you.
Oh, he'd recognise your beautiful face anywhere, especially when painted with time in such a pleasant manner. You've grown out your hair, long silk cascading down your back in a manner that John could simply describe as angellic. Clad in a sleek, beautiful dress dripped in luxury, the pale blue silk hugged waist before falling loose down your legs. Cream white gloves, long and nothing short of stunning, end just on your elbow. Oh no, his memories of you don't even hold a flame to the refurbished real deal right before him. John is embarrassing himself, staring at you as if you're a ghost.
It's only a matter of time before your eyes meet his. For a minute, the earth started spinning in slow motion and you could've sworn the people around you have just become blurs in the midst of a grand painting. All these years suddenly feel so small, all of your worries have vanished upon recognising the scruffy man across the street. The boy behind your laughs, dreams and nightmares is now a man squinting back at you, confused. Steps morph into an uncertain run, rushing over to John. Nerves twitch in any way that'll bring him close enough to hold onto. Oh, you were so prepared to never see him again that you have no idea what to do in front of him.
"John...? John, is that you?!"
Oh, he could tell that voice is yours from a mile away, for some pathetic reason he'd rather not discuss. On the contrary, John is still squinting at her in unresolved misunderstanding, as if he's suspecting he's finally gone insane. It seems that his legs, however, didn't get the memo, eager to narrow the distance between them in a lazy jog.
You just have to show up at the worst time.
"John! Oh, it's so good to see you again! I-I'm sorry it took so long! I-"
"It did take you far too long. I... I missed you- a lot actually."
How could he not admit it? Since he was a teen, he'd been awaiting the arrival of the girl of his wishes every day. That bouqet withered with each night that went by, unease multiplying with each browned rose. The pomade in his hair only lasted so long, eventually his favourite shirt had also dulled. It had gotten to the point that every inanimate thing around John motivated him to give up. But, he can feel his efforts blooming again beneath your lovely gaze, the sole warmth of your pupils thawing the hurt that fossilized after years of hope. A decade quickly felt like nothing special, not when you remind him of how he hasn't grown much at all.
"My parents, John. They had to ruin that one thing holding me together again," You sigh, "but I'm back John. And I'll stay."
"Well I hope so. It's been a while."
You scoff. He hasn't changed one bit: the awkward silly stance, the painful lack of words. It screams John more than his own face does. Before he could process it all, arms close him into a tight embrace. Vanilla perfume starkly contrasts the earthy scent you used to carry, always playing around with dirt and animals together as a kid.
Guilt hits John like a high-speed supply train. He loves you, too much for a man with a woman waiting for him at camp to. John cares too much for a man with a home to come back to, let alone for a man with enough blood on his hands to stain an ocean. Fingers that have gripped more guns than any other now curl around his childhood best friend, a lady too prestine for such violence. He'll have to do what he's always been good at- being selfish.
"John, I'm heading over to my house now. Wanna walk me there? Only if you're free."
Pink hue on your cheeks- all the memories of a simpler time course through his blood. Tears, happy and sad, make sense now that John encountered the girl who caused it all once more. He should say no. John should be a good man to his darling Abigail and not risk getting attached at all. Sadly, the strings have already tied themselves from the millisecond his pupils narrowed at her silhouette, and John is already tripping at them like he's got two left feet.
"Uh yeah sure, I got time. I was just getting supplies."
You both stroll together. Whoever was in charge of feeding John should be left to retire; you remember the days you were taller than him like it were yesterday. Right now, he's a head taller than you'd imagined him to be.
"Supplies?" You ask, curiously raising an eyebrow, itching for some elaboration
"Yeah, I run with a gang now. The leader, Dutch, he took me off the streets, raised me."
The concern slips off your face upon noticing the appreciative lilt in his voice. His smile is contagious.
"You sound happy; I'm glad. You've really grown, John, eventhough you're just the same."
"Could say the same for you. Gonna ruin that dress too? Just like you used to."
Laughter eases between you both. This is just so easy. You're easier than camp and all the people in it. Because you don't expect him to be anything, nope, around you he can just be John, the silly boy he's been forever and there wouldn't be an ounce of disappointment. The care he feels towards you comes instinctively, not out of obligation as it is towards his most. Scarily enough, you make him feel so warm and fuzzy inside.
"Oh, I wish! Those times were simpler, for sure."
"Yeah, I guess so."
An elbow playfully nudges his arm, dark eyes meeting her dumb, funny expression, immediately warming.
"Marston- the man with such few words. It's almost like you learned english yesterday!"
"Oh hush. If I learned english yesterday, you got an hour of practice before me."
"Me? Oh please, my language is top-knotch! The best of the best! When I speak, the dictionary takes notes!"
You puff out your chest, head lifted high. Time couldn't change you any more than your parents ever could- perfectly boisterous and noisy.
"Still haven't gotten over yourself, huh?"
John's response forces a low thoughtful chuckle out of you, his raspy voice unchanged. Gosh, your relationship is a time capsule that's been buried far too long although never truly forgotten about. Eyes meet for a second and then more giggles tumble out, your hand patting his back. Neither of you can explain all the laughter but it sounds and feels so sublime.
"I don't think I have, have I?"
"You definitely haven't."
"Doesn't look like any of us have grown up. You're still a meanie."
"Mean? I'm a damn outlaw; mean doesn't begin to cover it."
He teasingly scoffs, to which you roll your eyes in mock offense. Jokes come naturally in your presence, just as naturally as minutes pass them by, your house now peeking into view at the end of the crossing. Today might be the first time you aren't glad to see the building that is your home, reluctantly spinning on your fancy heels to face John.
"Well, this is it. My house is just there... you can come in if you want, y'know?"
It's a measly, weak attempt to keep the conversation flowing. John's face says it all too- he doesn't want to leave. Not enough has been explained, and he'd rather not be left to his vices again by you. And yet, responsibilities pile up and block his chances to ever step foot into your not-so humble abode; he'd never leave. Obligations and duties always have to ruin his joy, don't they?
"I-I can't. I got people back at camp waiting, my woman too."
"Alright John, I understand," You sigh, hand rubbing ur neck, "But, you know where to find me now. Just knock on my door, say you're a friend."
You're too pretty, it hurts. That face of yours punches his gut harder than remorse or regret ever does. John can only justify his feelings behind a barrier of 'friendship', aware that the feeble excuse will only last so long. Being a selfish man and constantly pushing his luck too, John is more than puzzled. He's uncertain on what and how to feel around you. It'll pass, he prays, knowing that prayers don't work with raised hands stained with death.
"Bye, John. I'll see ya soon!"
One last smile and wave- he'll have that engraved onto a vinyll of memory. Like a breeze, the interaction is over before he processes that it even came. John, too, spins on his heels and walks off even when each step away from her has his knees buckling in longing and dread.
"Bye..."
art by PELICAN
helping toji work out always gets a little distracting. . .
“c’mon, you gotta count, doll.”
toji’s lying flat on the floor, hands behind his head as he starts another set of crunches. you’re sitting comfortably on his hips to keep him in place, but you’re clearly not taking your job very seriously.
every time he sits up, instead of calling out the next number, you lean in and give him a quick kiss.
“that was… um…” you mumble, tapping your chin like you’re actually thinking. “three? no… wait— four?”
he comes up again— another kiss.
“you forgot already?” he says, clicking his tongue after.
“…maybe.”
another crunch. another kiss.
he smirks, finally catching on.
“you’re not even trying to help me work out here.”
“i am!”
“nice try.” he raises a brow. “you’ve had me on the same rep for two minutes.”
you try your hardest to look innocent, but the smile on your face gives you away.
“i just keep losing count..”
“mhm.”
he comes up again, stopping just inches from your face before you can steal another kiss.
“if you want a kiss,” he says, that smug grin spreading further across his face, “you just ask, hm?”
“but this is more fun..” you pout.
he sighs, but one hand settles on your waist.
“fine.”
this time, he leans in first, stealing a kiss before dropping back down.
“…now count for real.”
“one..” you start counting again.
he sits up again— you kiss him.
“…one,” you repeat.
toji just looks at you for a second before letting out a laugh.
“…we’re gonna be here all day, aren’t we?”
“streamer! satoru x streamer! yn collab!! please !!" 𓆩♡𓆪
"chat, what the hell are you talking about? rottenyn?" satoru murmured, reading what his chat was sending him as he was streaming his screen, playing penguin heist on steam. he was asking his chat of around 20k viewers to potentially give him ideas on what to play next. rivals? valorant? even league maybe.
streamer! satoru a.k.a. sixeyesatoru was currently the top streamer on kick and twitch, and of course, he hung around his posse of streamer friends like nanaken and cursedsuguru to name a few. he wasn't aware of some "rando" like rottenyn? who the hell was that?
"chat said search her up." suguru snickered, leaning over to hit his vape to which he got smacked in the arm by streamer! satoru—the twitch partner. "chat also said she's been talking about you. ouuuu satoru. i've heard of her, she's chill."
streamer! satoru had his fair share of internet flings and crushes (obviously, it was a joke in his community regarding his type being h/c hair and e/c eyes), but he didn't know what to expect when he searched you up on twitter and instagram.
and no wonder why his chat was going insane with spamming your user... you were exactly his dream girl.
streamer! yn, who streamed herself doing popmart unboxings, occasional commentary on internet stuff and gameplay of the same games he did. she was a rising streamer who had gotten viral on tiktok and instagram. streamer! yn who was exactly his type and was on twitter, clipped saying that streamer! satoru was exactly her type.
"ijbol satoru just malfunctioned. chat shut up." he ended up following her on insta, tiktok, and twitter after the stream and got followed back minutes later—much to the amusement of his fans and yours too.
streamer! satoru, who's been secretly stalking your socials and talking about you to suguru and kento. how you're totally his type and is so talented in valorant and how you're so cool.
"didn't you think she was a rando when chat told you about her?"
"shut up suguru."
streamer! satoru, who got invited to one of streamer!sukuna's multi-streamer collabs and didn't expect for streamer! yn to be there, talking to suguru on one of the couches.
"hey satoru, we were just talking about you!" suguru smiled, standing up and leaving both of you alone. he turned to you, anxiously. you shot him a smile and you looked so cute and you smelled so nice and—was that the sweatshirt you were talking about in a stream of yours?
"i really like your streams! you actually inspired me to start streaming and i'm really happy i'm getting to talk to you!"
streamer! satoru basically internally combusted. he felt as if he would explode right now. "o-oh wow! i'm honored..."
"wanna collab sometime?" - "wanna go out sometime?"
you both blinked at each other, with your face burning and his twisting into a look of horror, all the while, the other streamers like ryokuna, nanaken, and tojilifts were just observing the unfortunately awkward situation you two were in.
"sure!"
"i am so sorry!"
the both of you could only hope that your blushing and awkward face didn't get clipped for the timeline later... but of course it did.
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i wanna write more streamer gojo like actually even tho i don't really watch streamers (except vanilla bc its vanilla and i have the fattest crush on her) but yayayaya.
- part two - part three
NEED NERDJI FICSSS
I love you, till your last breath
(And even after)
you knew my father
guess who’s replaying red dead redemption(s) again and needs to make everyone else sad too?
anyway. can we talk about jack and the love he shows for his mom in increasingly devastating ways through the years? it isn’t surprising to me as she’s the one constantly present person in his life up until 1914, but listen. listen to me. he was sixteen. he was sixteen and his home just got shot to hell, he watched uncle die in front of him, he watched his father send them off with the intent to sacrifice himself so they could get away safely— and the first thing he does when they ride back and find his body is hold abigail while she cries.
he was sixteen years old and instead of having any sort of big reaction himself to what you could argue is the most traumatic event of his life, he immediately goes to console his mother. and we Know how bitter and angry sixteen year old jack is, but he doesn’t go after ross until abigail is gone. he doesn’t throw his life away and become exactly the man she did everything to save him from being until she doesn’t have to see it.
his thought process just breaks my heart there. he was only a kid but he saw his mother was heartbroken and he pushed aside everything he must’ve been feeling to take care of her. and if in littler ways, he’s Been doing that since he was a kid. jack’s nearly unrecognizable from his 1899/1907 self in 1911, but i see him hugging his mother while she cries over the death of her husband and i can’t think of anything but that little boy that made her a flower necklace just because he found some pretty flowers.
yes, this was prompted by me playing that fishing mission again and genuinely bursting into tears at tiny baby jack marston making a flower necklace for his momma. but can you blame me. i am in shambles.
Megumi
Jefftheciller doodle :))
Revenge is a fools game and Jack is one lonely fool
A girl such as yourself — popular, confident, & a total party animal — should be with any boy other than your private tutor. Yet, you found yourself head over heels for satoru gojo, whom you had hired last second to help your astrophysics grade come back up after prioritizing parties and shopping sprees over it.
You couldn’t help but admire him from time to time. tracing his side profile in your head before doodling it down in the margins of your notebook — the one he had personally bought for you after an accidental coffee spill that ruined your previous one. Not like you had any important notes listed on there to begin with. But that was when something sparked between the two of you, at least, on your end.
& you definitely couldn’t help but let your feelings for him grow despite each other's social status.
His white hair mirrored the snow that poured down on the December evening. You waited patiently in the library, silently stalking his figure as it made its way inside the building. Today would mark your last studying session, making your heart feel a tad bit heavy.
A smile crept up to your face once the doors opened after a minute or so. Quickly patting down your skirt that was above your see through tights, the smile faded when you saw who he had entered with.
Utahime, a classmate you knew was in your astrophysics class as well. She was majoring in something you knew you couldn’t even be able to understand. point being, she was highly intelligent just like satoru was.
And they looked incredible together.
Why has the pairing never clicked to you?
Earlier this week, you recalled jealousy rising in you when utahime interrupted your little rambling with satoru so she could ask for a pen. & it definitely wasn't the first time you've felt possessive over your tutor.satoru smiled at her, laughing at whatever she had said. What made matters worse was when his hand reached up to her raven black hair to pick out fallen snowflakes.
You felt like throwing up.
Of course he liked her. Everything made sense now. Every small wave given to each other in the hallway, every time they’ve partnered up together in class for a project before you came along.
Why would he waste his time with a wannabe sorority girl who needed extra support for a class deemed easy for both him and utahime? why would he ever consider going out with you of all people. If you were to be in high school, you’d definitely poke fun at him. Hell, you still did before actually getting to know him. He only tolerated you because you paid him for his service at the end of the day. Right?
