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Lapse in Memory
Megumi Fushiguro x Cursed!Reader
summary: y/n is cursed to forget for the rest of her life, but Megumi does his best to support her despite the futility of his efforts.
word count: 2,016
a/n: is this something I wrote bc I have my own issues w memory and find myself upset by how often I forget things? yes <3 I’m really proud of myself! hope I can keep this posting consistency up!
tw: she/her reader, injury resulting in memory loss, angst
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It all happened so quickly. Yuuji died, and the school sat in limbo, until a new student, y/n, arrived. Megumi, Nobara and y/n were sent on a mission together, and Megumi could tell right away that something was wrong — the same kind of wrong as before. They were in way over their heads. Why?
Megumi thought their target was Yuuji. If he was, then why would the elders still try to send students, especially when one of the students had no connection to the incident before, to their deaths? He decided their focus was to group up and escape — this curse was trying to isolate them, and Nobara was having a hard time.
Just as Megumi was going to shout for them to regroup, y/n hurtled toward Nobara, slicing the limb off of the curse that Nobara hadn’t noticed. Nobara and y/n shared a look of relief, but when Nobara’s face shifted as she started to call out to y/n, the newest addition to Jujutsu High was struck in the head by the curse, knocking her out cold.
Summoning all of his shikigami at once for protection, Megumi swooped in, grabbing y/n’s unconscious body before her head hit the ground, and peeling out of there with Nobara in tow.
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Now, he’s sitting at y/n’s bedside with Nobara, waiting for her to wake up. Her eyes barely crack open and Nobara sobs out, “Y/n! Don’t ever do that to me again, I can’t lose you yet! You just got here!” Pulling her frail body into a tight hug.
“Kugisaki! Calm down, she’s still injured.” Megumi chastises, and Nobara sheepishly lets go of their friend, muttering an apology and something about only being worried. “Y/n.” Megumi says, “How are you feeling? Do you remember what happened?”
Y/n’s bright eyes are now fully open, but her brows are furrowed in confusion. “Who are you guys?” She looks around the room. “Where am I? Why am I dressed up like a patient in a hospital? This doesn’t look like a hospital…”
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It was a curse. That’s what they told Megumi and Nobara. Their new friend suffered psychological damage from a curse born out of humanity’s fear of memory loss, and forgot everything about her new life at Jujutsu High. Her memories from before seemed fine when she was evaluated.
Megumi and Nobara sat together, brainstorming ideas. “Is there a way to cure it? Like if we killed the curse, or something?” Nobara asked.
Megumi bit his lip. “I don’t think so. It doesn’t work that way with people who lose limbs to curses, so it probably is the same here.”
“Hmph.” Nobara sighed, crossing her arms in annoyance. Then, her eyes sparkled. “Why don’t we fill her in? It’s not like she’s forgotten a lot, we just need to give her a refresher course!”
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And that’s why the two of them are now in front of her bed side, a PowerPoint projected onto the walls of y/n’s dorm. “In summary, if you ever forget something, ask one of us for a refresher, or come back to this PowerPoint! We can store it on a flash drive for you!”
Y/n applauds. “That was a great presentation! I can see why I was friends with you guys before. You’re really nice.” She says, beaming at the two of them.
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Then Yuuji was revealed to be alive, and him and y/n got along swimmingly. But Megumi noticed some things. Every now and then, y/n would forget words for basic things, and would have to describe what it was she was forgetting the word for. Every now and then, she’s forget that Yuuji had died, or would forget that she’d gotten injured. Her forgetfulness seemed to be quite the plague.
Once, Yuuji farted, and when y/n heard how loud it was, she made a gagging noice. “That’s disgusting, Yuuji.” She lifted her shirt up to cover her nose, waving her hand in the air to ward off the fart smell. Five seconds later, she dropped her shirt collar, watching TV. Then, she sniffed the air. “Hey, did you fart?” Yuuji and Megumi shared a look of concern in the moment, but when y/n quickly remembered her previous comment, her and Yuuji both burst out in laughter. Maybe it was funny to them. Megumi wasn’t so sure.
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A year later, it happened again. They were second-years, and when y/n came down for breakfast one morning, she nervously walked up to Megumi. “Hi, um, I’m sorry to bother you. My name’s y/n. Can you please tell me where I am or direct me to whoever is in charge here? I don’t know what happened to me, but I’d like to go home.”
Again, they said it was the curse. Upon further inspection and based on testimony from Megumi, they were able to confirm the curse on y/n was a recurrent one. How often? They couldn’t tell. Not yet.
Nobara never thought they’d use the PowerPoint again, but they did, after refreshing it to keep up with all the memories of the entire year together.
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Y/n falls fast for Megumi after that happens. Nobara teases Megumi about it a lot, but he can tell she’s just happy for him. Happy for y/n, too.
The couple makes lots of new memories, and as they creep up on a year together, y/n comes to Megumi’s dorm one night, sniffling, tears streaking her face. Megumi gets up, hugging her and closing the door behind her before pulling her into his bed so they can cuddle.
Quietly, y/n confesses. “I don’t want to forget you, Megumi. I don’t want to forget that I love you.”
“It’s okay. I’ll remind you.”
“What if I don’t love you this time around?”
“Then I’ll love you until you love me, but I don’t think that’ll happen anyway. We confessed to each other last time, a few months before you forgot.”
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It was confirmed yesterday. Y/n was cursed to forget everything in her life, and revert to the person she was before coming to Jujutsu High. When Megumi told Nobara the news, she cried, and said she couldn’t come see y/n anymore, because it hurt too much. Megumi couldn’t blame her, but he thought it wasn’t fair to y/n. It’s not like she asked to forget.
When he sits next to her on the couch, she pauses her reading to say, “You know, to put a positive spin on all of this, the good thing about forgetting stuff, is every time I forget, I get to experience them for the first time all over again. I know it makes some people sad, but it makes me happy.”
“Like what?” Megumi asks her.
She smiles at him. “Like falling in love with you. I’m sure I’ve done that a million times over.”
Megumi blushes, but he returns the smile. “Yea, I guess you have. Putting it that way does make it seem better.”
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Four times in a row now, y/n’s forgotten at the end of every six months, and her day-to-day forgetfulness has gotten worse every time. “Megumi, I’m— I’m forgetting something really important right now, and I— and I just—“ Y/n’s eyes are red as tears spill down her cheeks. “I hate being such a burden like this. Nobody else has to have people remember things for them! It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s not a burden.” Megumi says gently, taking her hand and flipping the remote around so it points the correct way.
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Two years after graduating from Jujutsu High, Megumi got an apartment for himself and y/n. Yuuji had asked him, “Are you really holding out hope? I don’t think she’s ever gonna get any better.”
Megumi lashed out at him, saying, “Does it look like I fucking care if she gets any better? She could lose her goddamn mind for all I care, that’s it gonna stop me from loving her.”
“Dude, I wasn’t saying that, I was just—“ Yuuji had sighed in frustration, standing up from their table at the cafe. “You know what, I’m gonna go. I get that you care about her, but you should care about yourself, too. You are psychologically self-harming by choosing to place yourself in a situation that only breaks your heart, over and over again. If you need me, you know where to find me. Say hi to y/n for me.”
Megumi didn’t reach out to Yuuji, and didn’t say hi to y/n for him. He thought that he didn’t deserve the favor. He also thought that maybe he overreacted to Yuuji’s concern, but he wasn’t ready to admit that to anyone other than himself.
At dinner that night, y/n asked, “Hey, baby? Can you do me a favor?”
“Yea, what?” Megumi looked at her lovingly, patiently.
Slowly, y/n focused on each word of what she wanted to ask. “The next time I forget everything… maybe just don’t do the PowerPoint. I don’t really need to know much beyond who’s my friend and who’s not.”
“Okay… but why, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I just… knowing that there’s so much I forgot made me feel… ashamed of myself. If this is… how I’ve felt every single time, I don’t know that I want to be reminded that I’ve missed out on so much.”
It was like a knife to his chest, but he contained himself until after dinner, when y/n said her head hurt and went to sleep early. That was the sign that she would wake up the next day not knowing anything.
When Megumi was sure she was asleep, he kissed her forehead, stepped out onto the deck, and double-checked that the sliding glass door was fully closed before breaking down, crying his heart out, snot dripping from his nose. Yuuji was right, but Megumi still didn’t want to call him.
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“Who are you?” Y/n asks while they’re on a picnic together.
Megumi frowns. She didn’t complain about a headache last night, so she shouldn’t have forgotten yet. “I’m your boyfriend, Megumi, and you’re cursed to lose your memory over and over again.”
“Have we… always been dating?”
“Pretty much, yea.”
“Why are you dating someone who forgets you all the time?”
“Because I love you.” He says, handing her a cracker with a yummy mixture of smoked salmon and cream cheese on top.
She jokes, “I must love you too, to be lucky enough to go on a date like this together.” She wears that familiar smile that always shines brighter than the sun, before taking a bite and closing her eyes. “Mmm, I love this. That’s something I haven’t forgotten.”
Megumi says, “I would hope so, considering we’ve lived together for three years already.” He stuffs his face with a similar cracker, his grin not quite mirroring hers with the smoked salmon stuck to his teeth.
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Six years later, Megumi had finally patched things up with Yuuji, and Nobara had come to visit again because Megumi had been desperate to try anything that would help y/n. When Nobara realized how bad it was, she ended up visiting anyways, even thought it was pointless. Every three months had turned into two, into one, into every three weeks, two weeks, one week, every six days, five, four, three, two, one…
Megumi realized he preferred it when she was asleep, because at least she wasn’t forgetting him every fifteen minutes then. Eventually, it became every five minutes, and eventually, it became every few moments.
“Who are you?” Y/n asked him.
“I’m your boyfriend, Megumi, but you can’t remember that because you’re cursed.”
“Oh, okay.” A few seconds of silence passed as the TV droned on in the background. Megumi played the reruns of her favorite show, hoping it would trigger something.
Megumi was grateful y/n couldn’t see the other side of his face. A tear dripped down onto his cheek as she asked again, “Who are you?”
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Possessive
Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader
summary: y/n (a non-sorcerer) tries to get away from Gojo, her controlling partner, but he only pulls her closer. no plot just smutty smut smut but I heard plotless is a pro and con in this context ;)
word count: 1,726
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tw: she/her reader, controlling behavior (this is toxic and is abuse IRL! this is only hot bc it’s imaginary), unprotected sex. creampie, fingering, p in v sex, oral f receiving, dubcon
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“Because I’m unhappy, Satoru! You never listen to me, and every time I’m angry you just throw money at me like that solves the problem! I deserve a real relationship, not one where I feel like I’m always talking to a brick wall and can never really make my own choices!” He’s quiet, that stupid smirk still on his face. Ugh. “I’m leaving.” I turn around to grab my keys, in a decorative bowl right behind me, and he’s there.
One of his long, coaxing hands slips around my neck, tilting my head back, and the other one snakes around my waist, pulling my body into his. His breathing in my ear sends a shiver all the way down my spine. “I’m sorry, baby. I never meant to make you feel unhappy.”
I try to pull away, reaching for my keys again. “It doesn’t matter, I’m done. Just let me go.” Instead of listening, he quickly grabs my arm, pinning it to my chest with his first hand, and reaching out to touch my keys. The second his finger makes contact with them, they disintegrate, and my stomach drops.
“You won’t need those. I promise, after tonight—“ He starts kissing my neck, sucking on my sensitive spot and leaving a hickey, causing me to gasp. “—You won’t ever want to leave again.“
“Gojo, st—“ He cuts me off by turning my head around to kiss me on the lips, reaching under my skirt to rub on my clitoris through my underwear. I break the kiss, trying to push him away. “Gojo— ngh!” I moan in surprise when I feel his fingers slide under my panties and dip into my folds, the sudden pleasure making me forget my exact situation. Gojo removes his blindfold, and I realize my mistake— I should’ve known he would do this.
Domain expansion. Before I know it, I’m being gripped by several of Gojo’s hands, his fractals of digits ripping my clothes to shreds within a mere second. Some arms are holding my arms down, some are holding my legs open, others are massaging my breasts, others are twisting my nipples, and a pair are squeezing my neck, the pressure slightly decreasing air flow and making me feel lightheaded. Gojo comes into view, towering above me. He removes his clothes and says, “If I wanted to make it easier, I would just let more hands do it, but I want you to know who’s making you feel this good.” He drops down to his knees, leaning over me. “Something I don’t tell other people about my abilities, specifically about the Unlimited Void, is that I can control what kinds of stimuli someone receives — I’m not limited to just everything or nothing.”
My eyes flutter, struggling against the hands at my throat — I’m not being suffocated, I just don’t feel in control of my body. He smiles cunningly, sliding his hand down my torso. None of the other hands have stopped their prodding and preening, and he can see my eyes reacting to the arousing behavior. He captures my lips in his, slithering his tongue into my mouth, and inserting a finger into my gummy walls. “Oh!” My exclamation is swallowed by his devouring mouth, and my back arches as he starts to pump his long finger in and out, curling it into my g-spot.
He seamlessly transitions into adding a second finger, and then a third, each eliciting louder moans from me. His palm is rubbing against my sensitive nub, and I feel the extra pressure with every pump of his hand. It feels so good. It feels so good. It feels so good! I moan, all the twisting and tweaking of my body coupled with his fingers filling me up brings me closer, closer, and closer to the edge, his hand slamming into me until—
I let out a sob when he pulls his hand out, licking all of my juice from his fingers as he stares into my eyes. My hole is clenching around the air, my cum drooling out. “You’re making a mess, sweetheart. Let me clean that up for you.” He grabs his member, giving it a few strong pumps, then uses his tip to wipe up my liquids, rubbing it against my slit. He presses his tip into my hole, waiting for the clenching to stop— “You can’t start too early, or you’ll be all worn out.” —Before finally pushing all the way in.
“Satoru!!!” I cry out, my walls squeezing around him when I feel his full length. “Baby, please!” But he won’t play nice. He moves in and out of me at an even pace, and every time I start spasming around him, he slows down to an almost painful pace, waiting for it to stop before gradually speeding back up again. I’m mewling, begging for him to give me my release, even trying to hump up into him, but he only pulls himself out of me, not letting me get to my orgasm.
He pauses, seemingly thinking to himself. “I wonder how close I can get you with my mouth?” He slides down to my pussy, nestling his face between my thighs. I can feel his breathing on me because of how close he is. His tongue darts in, drawing a circle around my rim before sliding in, poking and prodding in me as I struggle to rub my lips on his face. I find an angle that works, where my thrashing makes the tip of his nose rub on my clit. I can feel myself getting closer to my high, and I close my eyes, embracing all the different sensations I’m experiencing all at once, but my body betrays me when it starts shaking. Gojo laughs into my lips, the vibration almost pushing me over the edge, and he pulls his face away. “Did you think I didn’t know what you were doing? Silly girl.” I whine, trying to shake my lower half, but he’s nowhere near me, it seems. More hands grab my hips, holding me so I’m completely immobile. He tsks. “When I told you only I can ever make you cum, that included yourself and any scheming tricks you thought you could pull.”
I can’t see him because my head’s being pulled back, but I can feel him when his lips wrap around my bud and his tongue starts swirling around it. He sucks as he works, and I moan again, thinking that I’ll come undone for sure, it feels so good, if only he’d let me finish! He lets go with a loud pop of his lips, coming up to kiss me, my sheen coating his velvety petals like morning dew on a rose. I taste sweet and bitter in my own mouth, but I don’t have time to savor it as he fills me to the brim, and starts thrusting away. “Ah! Satoru, I’m close! Please tell me I can cum!” I beg him, my voice wavering from the overstimulation of my whole body, all my points of pleasure telling me I can never leave this man. He’s right. No one else will ever tear me apart in as sensual of a way as he does.
He hums, laughing as he pleasures himself inside of me, burying himself to the hilt, pulling far enough out that his tip becomes visible, then quickly burrowing all the way back in, over and over again. “Okay.” He picks up his pace, and the dam breaks — everything that had built up pours out, my orgasm flooding out each time he pushes himself into me, and my head’s spinning as I’m stuck bawling from how good it feels. My entire body is rigid and shaking, and Gojo’s still going, the other hands going crazy, all madly fondling every part of my body.
Tears sneak out of my ducts, and Gojo licks them up, smiling like the devil while his eyes bore into mine as he nears his own release. My pussy is still fluttering around his cock, and I haven’t stopped babbling about it being too much, too much, when I feel my reservoir filling up again. “Sa-to-ru-oh!” I manage, though I’m not sure what I’m even trying to say.
“Say you’ll stay,” He commands in a deep, smooth voice, and I melt beneath his piercing blue eyes, the sweat glistening on his skin, which feels sticky as his hips collide with mine, his balls slapping against my second hole, the fractal hands all reaching for the most sensitive spots and caressing them in just the right way.
“I’ll— I’ll stay!” I respond, incapable of thinking about what he’s asking of me, and his thrusts turn from measured to erratic. I feel his hips begin to stutter, the other hands all becoming even more aggressive if even possible, and the final push that takes me over the edge is feeling his length pumping out his seed inside me, making everything squeeze just a bit tighter. My rubber band snaps, and the other hands all disappear as my body spasms out of control, my back completely arched as my hips move to meet his of their own accord, his own continuing to pound into me until he has nothing else, and he stills, rubbing his hands up my naked body until he cups my face with both of them, kissing my lips, then looking at me with a hunger yet to be satiated reflecting from his eyes.
When my body finally calms, I eventually notice that we’re still in the living room. He scoops me up, and while he holds me I realize that he’s already hard again. “We’re not done yet, I hope you know. Remember now, my love, you said you would stay.” He takes me to our bedroom and sets me down in the middle of the bed, flipping me over so I’m on my hands and knees, and slapping my ass. “If you ever try to leave again I’ll give you so much pleasure that you’ll pray for me to stop it, and I won’t, because this is mine. You’re mine. Do you understand?” I nod my head weakly as I wobble on all fours, and gasp when he yanks my head back by my hair. “Oh, y/n, you’re my good girl.” He rams himself into me from behind.
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Fanboys
chapter 3: first flame
summary: y/n only said she wouldn’t pursue anyone in the besties group right away… that doesn’t extend to the rest of the school!
word count: 1677
a/n: Merry Christmas Eve to anyone who celebrates! this got finished a lot later than I would’ve liked, but better late than never? enjoy! don’t forget to comment if you’d like to be added to the taglist!
Y/n’s first week of college went by in a flash. She had four courses: College Success, Anatomy & Physiology, Music Theory and English 101. Yuuji and Megumi were taking English 101 with her, Yuta was taking Anatomy with her, and Gojo was taking Music Theory with her, so many lunches and dinners were spent studying together, and though Gojo regularly tried sitting next to her, Yuuji and Yuta always protected y/n from his antics.
Y/n’s head jerked up just before it hit her paper. “Oi! Y/n! You’re drooling on your notes!” Yuuji said, and y/n clamped her mouth shut, looking down at her paper to see no saliva whatsoever.
She growled. “If you keep fucking with me I’ll make sure Megumi is the only one who gets to see my notes in that class.” Y/n let out a yawn, switching from laying down on her belly to sitting criss-cross applesauce and stretching out. Lunch and the warm afternoon sun shining through Yuuji and Sukuna’s living room window had made her sleepy enough to nod off. “Where’s Gojo? I could swear he was just here.”
Megumi replied, “He was, he just went downstairs to let in a friend who lives in a different dorm building. Says they could use a study buddy.”
Right on cue, keys jangled in the lock, and the three students looked up to see Gojo pushing the door open with a flourish. “Ta-da!” He chanted as he jumped over the threshold. Out from behind him stepped… Y/n gasped. It was the hot guy from her College Success class! Gojo tilted his head at her and smiled. “Oh? Is Suguru familiar to you?”
“I- I- He-” Y/n stammered awkwardly, then managed, “We’re taking College Success together. I didn’t… know you knew him.”
“I do know him! He’s my best friend. He told me he was taking College Success, and I thought his poor senior self could use the assistance of a smart, pretty young thang to get through it, since he’s so behind.” Gojo winked at y/n, and if she wasn’t baffled by her two worlds colliding, maybe she would’ve reacted. Gojo seemed very talented at picking bad occasions to try and flirt on.
Suguru rolled his eyes, saying, “Sheesh, you make it sound like I’m an idiot or something.” He left Gojo at the door, walking past and settling on the carpet. “I just avoided taking the class for as long as I could because I knew it would be easy. Better to give myself a break in my senior year than to stress like everyone else, yea?” Suguru asked, and y/n found herself nodding along. She probably would’ve nodded along to anything he said, though, with a face like his.
In a rare moment of critical thinking, Yuuji asked, “But why would they make you take College Success still when you’ve already proven you’re successful in college?”
Suguru shrugged. “Beats me.” He nods at Megumi, saying, “Hey Fushiguro, how are you doing? Is Sukuna here?”
Megumi scowled at the mention of Sukuna. “Thankfully, no. But I’m good. How are you, Geto?”
Suguru’s eyes flitted over to y/n for just a second. “Pretty good, now that I know I have a study buddy to carry me through one of my last classes.” Y/n’s face heated up, and she bit her lip. “Y’know, you guys should really make up, you and Sukuna. He can come off as a dick, but he’s a good guy.”
Megumi scoffed. “He doesn’t just come off as one.”
Suguru put his hands up in surrender. “Well, if I can’t convince you.” He starts getting his stuff out, including a laptop with a stylus, plus a few textbooks. “What are you guys working on?”
Yuuji answered, “English 101 right now, but once we’re done me and Megumi have math homework, so maybe you and y/n can work together?” Y/n knew Yuuji was clueless as to her attraction to Geto, but in that moment she thanked the universe for placing Yuuji in her life as the best accidental wingman.
Gojo, who had quietly closed the door and was watching the interactions as he walked back, flopped on the couch behind Suguru, poking his head between him and Yuuji. “I still need to do my Music Theory homework with y/n, so make it quick.”
Y/n quickly got to work explaining how she formatted her paper – not just the standard double-spaced, twelve point Times New Roman font, but how she followed a basic template for her essays so they were easy to write, and how she expanded them depending on the length requirements. Megumi caught on quickly and Yuuji needed a bit more explaining, but pretty soon, the three students all had their own rough drafts following that same template. Sometimes the rough drafts held simple phrases in brackets, sometimes they had colorful sticky notes with interesting leads scribbled on them on top of their papers, and they all had highlighted the important parts of their essay. Yuuji must have had trouble figuring out his important parts, because y/n was practically blinded by his almost-entirely neon yellow page, but she only thought to herself, Well, that’s what a rough draft is for, I guess. And pretended like the smell of the ink wasn’t damaging her brain cells.
Finally, they finished their English 101 work for the day, and as everyone shuffled around, Gojo suddenly announced he needed to pee and made a beeline for the bathroom, and shortly after, Megumi’s phone vibrated. He frowned at it. “I’ll be right back, I’m getting a call.”
That left Suguru, Yuuji and y/n, and the room got a little quiet. “Anybody hungry?” Yuuji asked, completely unaware of the energy. “I could really go for some chips and chocolate milk right now.”
Y/n replied, “I’m down for choccy milk. Could you bring me a bottle if I give you money?” She reached around to grab her bag from the couch, but not before Suguru interrupted her.
“I got you covered. I’ll take one too.” He handed a five dollar bill to Yuuji then added, “And keep the change, I don’t care about coins.” Yuuji, who definitely cared about coins, grinned and quickly fled the scene to get their snacks. Suguru turned to face y/n. “You know, I don’t really need help with that class, but I’m still down to get your number.”
“Oh? Like, to study independently of them?” Y/n asked, oblivious to the fact that Suguru had been watching her study for the last half hour while he pretended to care about the notes in front of him.
Suguru smiled. “Yea, we can… I was thinking more like being friends. Maybe getting a coffee together sometime? You’re really cute, and I like your vibe.”
“Oh!” Y/n exclaimed, a little loudly for someone sitting right next to her, but Suguru didn’t appear to mind. “Right, right. I wasn’t even thinking about that.” She laughed nervously, taking out her phone and handing it to him.
As he typed in his number, he said, “What, am I not smart and handsome enough for you?” Just as y/n was about to defend herself, he grinned. “Just teasing. I actually have to run, a friend needs me. But I’ll text you, yea?” He says, his dark eyes making y/n glad she was sitting down, because she surely would have fallen flat on her face if she’d been standing. Suguru gathered his things, opened up the door as Yuuji was getting back with his vending machine spoils, and left y/n there wordlessly, again. How does he always do that to me? She thought to herself.
As Yuuji settled down, Gojo came out of the bathroom and Megumi came out of the bedroom with a scowl on his face. “What’s wrong?” Y/n asked him.
Megumi shook his head. “Nothing, just something dumb.”
She tried to comfort him. “If it’s bothering you then it’s not dumb.”
He sat across from her, sighing. “It’s only bothering me because it’s dumb.”
Y/n’s mouth formed an ‘O’ and she nodded in understanding. Gojo sat on the couch again, but this time, right behind her, a leg on either side, and he said, “Now that you idiots are done, me and my new best friend have our own work to do!” Then held a textbook in front of y/n’s face. “Why don’t we read the chapter out loud?”
Y/n, who wasn’t sure what to do about the built as fuck calves caging her in, said, “I have a better idea. Instead of doing more work, why don’t we go straight to the reflection questions? This isn’t supplementary to the lecture, so we’re never gonna go over it again in class or on the test. It makes less work for us.”
Gojo gasped in a way that y/n could only describe as aggressive. “Do you guys hear this? My new best friend is so smart! That’s why we’re besties.”
“Wait! You were talking about y/n when you said that the first time?” Yuuji followed, aghast. “I thought I was your best friend!”
Even though y/n couldn’t see Gojo’s face, she felt like she could feel his eyes roll. “We don’t have any classes together, Yuuji.”
Yuuji responded in indignation, “I thought you were going to tell me you transferred into one of my classes!”
Megumi said, “Why the hell would he do that? He’s already taken all of his prereqs.”
Yuuji’s face went blank. “Huh? What’s that?”
“What’s a prereq?” Megumi double-checked.
“Yea.”
“It’s classes you have to take before you can take the more advanced ones. Did you… not know that?” Megumi said, with a look of horror on his face.
“I…” Yuuji started, then said, “You know, I always thought it was weird that everyone took certain classes in a certain order when I thought they could just take whatever they wanted.”
Megumi face-palmed. “Yuuji. Yuuji. YUUJI.”
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She was the first person I ever told about getting abused, and she believed me. I was 12, and I hadn't known that it wasn't normal for your dad to beat you until bruises covered your back, lock you in a room and scream at you while you hid in a closet and cried and sobbed and begged them to stop, to deny you meals simply because they didn't want to cook for you, to be interrogated for information about your other parent and called a liar when you honestly said you don't know, and more. She was the one who told me she was sorry it was happening to me, and she did what she could to protect me by inviting me over for sleepovers every weekend or vice versa, virtually cutting the time my dad had alone with me in half.
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Fanboys
chapter 2: making friends
summary: follow y/n through her first day of the quarter!
word count: 1932
a/n: hehe I was very happy to make this chapter! I hope you enjoy! comment on the masterlist, send me a message or comment on this post to be added to the taglist!
When y/n’s alarm woke her up for the first day of Fall Quarter, she could already smell something heavenly cooking in the kitchen. As she dragged herself out of bed, she noticed it felt more like floating than dragging. Maybe this is why cartoon characters hover when they smell good food, she thought to herself, and she picked out her fit for the day.
Y/n figured that nothing could go wrong with lavender Nikes, an oversized lavender tank top tucked into pale gray sweats and a cute half up half down hairstyle with a scrunchy. She completed her look with a simple silver chain and matching hoop earrings, and of course she laid her edges, gelled her brows, and used some highlighter, opting to wait on lipgloss until she’d eaten breakfast.
She heard a knock on her door, and Nobara’s voice followed. “Y/n! Want to try my famous breakfast sandwich?” Before y/n could answer, Nobara opened the door, gasping. She eyed y/n up and down, then said, “I think I’m going to steal your style, because how have I never thought of pastels before?!”
Y/n felt her face heat up and she laughed. “If you can fit my clothes, feel free to borrow them whenever you want! But what’s this about a famous breakfast sandwich?”
Nobara blushed. “Actually, it’s not really mine. It’s our friend Toge’s recipe, but I stole it because it’s really good. But come try it!” She leaned forward and grabbed y/n’s wrist, dragging her out of her room and over to the kitchen counter, where Maki was already seated and chowing down, and two plated sandwiches were waiting to be devoured. Nobara sat in the middle seat, and turned to y/n. “Okay, get this. So, for starters, you toast these sourdough bread rounds, right? Then, you put mayo on each bread slice. Then, you put a piece of this super melty cheese on one of the slices. Then you make an egg over easy, so there’s still runny yolk in it, and add that. Finally, you put your lunch meat in the pan just to heat it up a smidge and put that on top, put your other slice of bread on top, and squish the egg so the yolk drips onto your plate and acts as a dipping sauce. I added seasonings to ours, but I didn’t know what you wanted on yours, so I left it plain and figured you’d tell me what you wanted next time. Now take a bite!” Nobara exclaimed, and y/n couldn’t help but see her as an excited golden retriever waiting to be called a good dog.
Y/n bit into it, and it tasted… “Good,” She said, “Way better than any Starbucks sandwich I’ve ever had. Thanks for making me food.”
Nobara beamed. “I like cooking, but I like eating Toge’s cooking more than anything. He’s just a genius at that stuff!” She sighed, seemingly day dreaming. I wonder if she likes that guy, y/n mused. Whoever he was.
In the middle of her morning class – a college success class – y/n’s phone dinged, and she mentally cursed herself for not turning it on silent beforehand. The few heads that swiveled in the sea of students quickly refocused their attention on the professor when he cleared his throat, and y/n mouthed a ‘sorry’ as she silenced it. Who was texting her this early?
When she checked, she noticed the name “tHe GwOrLz ChAt” in her text messages. That’s new, she thought to herself, and when she opened her phone, she hid a smile. It was her roommates.
Somehow, y/n couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous when the other students in her class started gathering their things. She felt butterflies in her stomach, her hands felt shaky, and she felt self-conscious, as if everyone in the room was watching her. Sure, maybe one or two students looked her way, but she wasn’t that famous. Not Lil Nas X famous, not even Em Beihold famous. She was more like… Avenue Beat famous, where she popped off with one song, and then got a steady enough following from that to be alright if she never went viral again.
Were these feelings first day jitters? Hardly. She knew what it really was. She wanted Nobara and Maki’s friends to like her, and if they didn’t? She stood the chance of losing her two new friends, and if their friends only saw y/n for her internet fame? She’d end up distancing herself and lose out on opportunities to spend time with the girls, because that’s what drove her out of her hometown in the first place.
As she made her way down the stairs, her shoes sounded like bricks on the floor to her ears, thudding almost as loud as her heart in her chest. She was so focused on her nerves, staring at her feet all the while, that she almost toppled over when she crashed into someone at the door of the classroom.
“O-oh!” Her voice cracked, “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” She asked the guy, and thanked her lucky stars she’d finished her sentence before seeing his face, because… wow.
Long, jet-black hair, melty dark chocolate colored eyes, and a handsome smile to match, along with a completely unfazed demeanor. When he smiled at y/n, she experienced a blank mind for the first time in her life. “I’m perfectly fine. Are you okay? You seem a little out of it.”
Y/n squeezed her eyes shut and opened them back up, confirming for herself that what she was experiencing was real and that she was, in fact, okay. “No, yea! I’m all good. Just wasn’t watching where I was going. Sorry again.”
He smiled at her again, and this time, she noticed crinkles in the corners of his eyes. Somehow, a normal human feature for literally everyone was only sexy on him. “You’re okay,” he said. “See you around.” And walked away. He’s fine as fuck, y/n thought as she stood there, under a spell.
When he was out of sight, she finally remembered she was supposed to meet up with her friends. She hurried down the hall and out of the building, heading straight to the cafeteria, knowing she’d either spot them outside, or they’d spot her first.
“Y/n!” She heard her name being called, and turned to the right to see her two friends, and a group of guys — all ridiculously hot guys. She recognized each of them based on their descriptions. Yuta had his arm thrown around Maki’s neck and was giving her heart eyes, Toge was sitting next to them eating something, Nobara and Megumi were sitting next to each other sullenly, and Yuuji and Gojo were standing behind them, running around and laughing. From where y/n was standing, it looked like Gojo and Yuuji were the cause of Nobara and Megumi’s soured moods. Maki was waving to her, and Nobara looked up and over to y/n, her scowl being replaced with a smile of relief.
Y/n jogged over to all of them, and said, “Hey, guys! Where should I sit?”
“Oh! Sit right–”
“You can sit next to me, cutie. You know, I really like your music, but I’ve never gotten a tweet back. It breaks my heart, honestly.” Gojo cut Nobara off, tugging y/n by the wrist to sit down right next to him. As soon as y/n had come over, he’d quit his fooling around and had peered at her over his sunglasses, but she’d been too focused on the group as a whole to pay it mind – normally it would’ve left her flustered, but right then, all she was worried about was not making the entire group hate her.
“Oh, really?” Y/n asked him, “I see a lot of tweets from people, so I’m not super great about responding to fans on that account. Maybe uh, maybe I could retweet you?”
He pouted his lower lip. “Not even a follow back? After all I’ve done for you?”
Nobara cuts in. “All you’ve done for her is obsessively like and retweet all of her stuff and then invade her space bubble without introducing yourself, like the heathen you are.”
Gojo scoffed. “That’s called being a true fan. And anyways, I was about to tell you that my name is Gojo Satoru, but you can just call me Satoru. Am I allowed to call you by your real name, or do I have to call you Emile?”
Y/n felt Nobara’s glare and remembered what Nobara said. Never call him Satoru. “You can call me y/n, I’d rather that less people connected my face to my stage name.”
The pink haired boy sat down on y/n’s other side and said, “I’m Yuuji. I always wanted to know, what inspired you to start making music?” When y/n looked into his soft brown eyes, he looked like a sad puppy begging for a treat.
She laughed as she said, “Well, that’s a long story, but music’s always been there for me, and I’ve always connected with it emotionally.”
Yuuji’s face looked like it was buffering as he processed what she said. “I don’t know exactly what that means, but I think I understand half of it?”
Nobara rolled her eyes and chided him. “Then why did you ask her a complicated question if you weren’t gonna understand the complicated answer?”
Megumi said, “You’re expecting too much, Nobara.” His face softened a bit as he said, “I’m Megumi, by the way.” Y/n nodded at him, taking in his words at the same time that she took in his eyes being a deep, dark blue. They looked beautiful.
“And I’m Yuta! I hope we can become good friends.” Yuta said, planting a kiss on Maki’s cheek. “It’s what Maki wants, so it’s what I want, too.”
Maki furrowed her brows and lightly shoved him away. “Don’t say it like that! It sounds like you only care because I do.”
Yuta’s face reflected confusion. “What? I’m just saying that anything that matters to you matters equally to me. That’s not a crime!”
Y/n hid a smile. She knew what he meant, but it was sweet of Maki to worry about her feelings. “I think it’s nice, to have someone who values the same things as you.” She glanced over at the only person who hadn’t introduced himself yet, and her heart skipped a beat. It must be Toge.
He appears to perk up when their eyes meet. “I’m Toge. Nice to meet you.”
Y/n could feel in her bones that she would not be able to address them individually, so she said, “It’s nice to meet all of you, too.” She spotted that beautiful, raven-haired man from earlier heading through the cafeteria doors, and decided that was her cue to get up and grab food from the cafeteria. “I’m hungry. I’ll be back in a few!”
Everybody said their goodbyes, and when y/n entered the cafeteria, she gave a sigh of relief. She couldn’t believe she made it through that without embarrassing herself, especially after her mishap in her morning class. She was disappointed that she couldn’t see her gorgeous classmate, but she was not disappointed at the smell of seasoned food cooking in the kitchens. As she stepped into line and grabbed a tray, only one thought was on her mind:
This year is going to be very interesting.
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Fanboys
chapter 1: introductions
summary: y/n is moving into her new dorm at Jujutsu U!
word count: 755
a/n: thanks for waiting! I know a few people have gotten excited for this one :) let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!
Y/n pocketed her phone after checking her social media to see how well her recent sponsored post was doing, and double checked the number on the dorm unit. 507. Good. She opened the door, and sitting on the couch were two girls around her age, one with light brown hair, and the other with dark green hair. They both turned their heads, faces stoic, until they saw her keychain. “Hey, is that an Emile keychain?” The brunette asked, “You kind of look like Emile, actually.”
Y/n’s eyes darted to the right, thinking about a quick answer, but she knew it was already too late when she could feel herself smiling in embarrassment. “I, uhhh… I am… Emile.”
The brunette jumped up, and the green-haired girl slowly stood up beside her, excitement shining in the former’s eyes, interest in the latter’s. The brunette exclaimed, “No way! I listen to your music all the time!” She zipped over next to y/n, saying, “Nice to meet you, Emile, I’m Nobara, and this is Maki.”
“I can introduce myself!” The green-haired girl said, “Name’s Maki.”
Y/n laughed. I like these girls. “You can call me y/n, actually. Emile’s just my stage name. So, what should I do with my things? I don’t really have much.”
“Oh! You have your own room, and there’s a closet in there. We were going to leave the biggest one for you, but they’re all the same size, so it didn’t matter. Let me show you!” Maki flopped back down on the couch, and Nobara tugged y/n down the hallway to her room. It wasn’t large, but it was big enough that her recording equipment would fit, once she picked it up. She was worried about damaging it if she just jammed it in her brother’s car, so she planned to get a U-Haul to bring it after the first week of classes were over, just so she was ahead on her schoolwork. After Nobara helped y/n unpack what little she had in her suitcase, she ran to the bathroom, and y/n went out to the living room to chat with Maki some more.
When y/n took a seat next to her, Maki asked, “So, I take it you’re a Music major?”
Smiling with pride, y/n nodded. “Yep! What’s your major?”
Maki replied, “Well, I’m only a sophomore, so I can’t declare mine yet, but I’m going to go into Crim.”
“That’s interesting! What made you decide on Crim?” Y/n said, leaning forward. “No one at my high school ever expressed an interest in Crim except some of the really creepy true crime girls, but half of them didn’t graduate.” She frowned to herself. “It’s probably a good thing, though. I know I wouldn’t want one of them examining my body with complete apathy if I died tragically.”
Maki snorted. “That’s true. My reason is because I want to help people. I come from a family of really rich lawyers, with high-profile clients. I just kept seeing so many situations where some rich guy’s girlfriend mysteriously died, and somehow the police on the investigations botched things, or lost evidence. I didn’t want to be complicit in that kind of thing. I want to be a private investigator to help families. Of course, my family didn’t like that very much, so they cut me off, and now I’m here on my own merit, since I couldn’t get a dime of financial aid thanks to their tax bracket.”
Y/n was stunned. “Wow. That’s really inspiring, Maki! I wish I had a cool story like that, I’m just an idiot who got lucky with the algorithm.”
Maki blushed. “Luck has nothing to do with how good your music is, y/n. I like your songs.” She looked away, like she was embarrassed, and y/n’s smile spread from ear-to-ear.
“Thanks, Maki. Even though I’m proud of my work, it’s always just one of those things, where I get flustered because it’s my voice. You never really expect anyone to believe in you, you know?”
Maki looked up at her in surprise, mouth slightly agape. Softly, she said, “Yea, I know exactly what you mean.” The two of them exchanged an understanding grin. Two girls against the world. Unbeknownst to them, Nobara’s bathroom break consisted of not actually using the toilet, but telling the group chat all about how her favorite artist was talking to Maki and also is living with them for the next year.
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ngl im so excited for the fanboys smau !! :3
I’m so excited that YOU’RE so excited! I’ll post chapter 1 asap just for you 💕
This is different from my usual posts.
I just lost the person I considered my best friend, because they came to me and told me they’d been talking bad about me over DMs with someone else who I’d also considered a close friend.
They showed me screenshots. They apologized, said I deserved better, and said they’d leave because they could never be the friend I needed.
All I could think in that moment was, “Not you, too.”
I’ve thought that 3 other times in my life.
One time, when my stepmom was talking disrespectfully about my mom when I was at visitation at my abusive father’s house.
Once when I was temporarily staying with my mom because I couldn’t physically take care of myself, and my mom had been an asshole for weeks, and my stepdad picked the worst moment possible to be an asshole, too.
And once when my boyfriend yelled at me because I kept crying and having panic attacks for days, weeks after having my address doxxed online and being sent death threats and suicide baits in 2020.
In all those moments, it was the one person I never thought would let me down that did. In all of those moments, I went from feeling like I was mostly alone with maybe one strand of hope to get me through it, to feeling completely alone.
This time, it’s knowing that my deepest fear — that all the people I love secretly hate me and I’m the only one who’s fooled — was proven true.
Logically, I know it’s not. Most of my friends are friends with me because they genuinely love me and think I’m a hoot. But for someone who was abused their entire childhood and frankly, still receives emotional abuse from their mother as an adult, resulting in low self esteem and those unrealistic beliefs as well as Social and Generalized Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, and seasonal depression, the fact that I have at least six friends I can think of off the top of my head who clearly were never really my friends, that says a lot for my confirmation bias.
I am not okay right now. I am going to be okay. I don’t know when. I’ve been crying a lot.
But holy fuck, do I feel like going and sobbing in my dark closet for the rest of eternity and wallowing in despair knowing that my literal best friend, of all the people in the world, the person who knows those deepest darkest fears, is the newest person to add to that list of, “Not you, too.”
Fanboys SMAU • Artist Catalogue
summary: meet y/n! as well as some tweets from your faves below!
a/n: originally I was gonna base y/n’s music on other artists’ music, but then I realized that DUH I make music and maybe I should promo it every once in awhile so, sorry if you don’t like my music lol <3 I promise it’s mid at worst (and best)
Y/N Y/L/N’s public and private Twitter accounts
y/n, now a freshman at Jujutsu University, has been on her own for awhile. pursuing music came with a lot of sacrifices, including getting kicked out and cut off by a lot of people for doing something that nobody wanted her to do. why else would she be okay with leaving everything behind to start fresh for college? she’s already burned all of her bridges.
BONUS: silly tweets
Fanboys SMAU • the label
summary: the main cast of Fanboys!
a/n: I like SMAUs… heehee… <3 and college AUs bc I’m a college student and I always picture fictional characters as my age so 🥰✨ enjoy!
Geto Suguru, Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru
this is your senior (and junior, in Sukuna’s case) trio. they’re known as fuckboys to the ENTIRE school — but they’re the fuckboys everyone wants, even if they know they can never really have them.
Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara
this is your freshman trio. when you join, you’ll be part of a freshman quartet! they’re all hot and popular, but very down to earth, and you can count on them when you need them!
Inumaki Toge, Zenin Maki, Okkotsu Yuta
this is your sophomore trio. similar to the freshmen, this group is chill, even if the school is all over them. it’s hard being wildly attractive, but with friends like these, it makes the challenge bearable.
Fanboys SMAU Masterlist
summary: y/n is new to Jujutsu University, but she’s not unheard of – she’s an independent artist who went viral as a teen, and opted to try and keep her “normal” life, despite her world growing unimaginably in size. read on to find out how y/n navigates her new social circle and social status as a college student!
a/n: ahhh I’m so excited to start this project! I’ve decided that instead of waiting until I’m done with full stories to post them I’ll just post as needed, and the world has to deal with my inconsistent posting schedules because I am shameless and also Tumblr still gives me broken links, so hopefully I can still edit this :| also, comment below if you’d like to be added to the taglist!
the label • artist catalogue + bonus content
chapter 1: introductions . . . . . released Oct 7 2023
chapter 2: making friends . . . . . released Oct 16 2023
chapter 3: first flame . . . . . released Dec 14 2023
bonus chapter 3.5: tease . . . . . in progress
chapter 4: trust . . . . . in progress
chapter 5: revenge dress . . . . .
chapter 6: conquest . . . . .
bonus chapter 6.5: no title . . . . .
chapter 7: power couple . . . . .
