Synopsis: When Bucky heard your voice for the very first time on stage, everything became quiet. The mumbling screams echoed through his ears, but he didnโt pay attention to any of themโhe only paid attention to you. Your voice. You stood in front, at the center, taking all the attention away from him being the Winter Soldier. No one batted an eye at whoever he was. All eyes were on you.
His eyes were on you.
Song Recommendation: Robbers by The 1975
Warnings: Bucky Barnes (He's a warning, alright), fluff, self-deprecating thoughts, a smidge of angst if you squint.
A/N: I have come back from the dead! It's been like... 2 years now? I've been busy with school for the past 2 years and now I'm back! kind of. I'm not sure if I will be writing regularly but I am very active on my other blog @luminialib which is my fic rec blogs where I just reblog a lot of fanfictions I read here. Enjoy!
P.S - This may be inaccurate, and I do apologize. I work on my limited knowledge.
When Bucky heard your voice for the very first time on stage, the world became quiet. The mumbling screams echoed through his ears, but he didnโt pay attention to any of them โ he only paid attention to you. Your voice. Something in him snapped, like a piece of thread tied down to something heavy, something pressuring, something too deep, and he let loose. His heart stuttered from the way your voice wrapped itself around the air like silk and smoke, soft and devastating, like it knew every scar buried inside him. You stood in front, at the center, taking all the attention away from him being the Winter Soldier. No one batted an eye at whoever he was. All eyes were on you.
His eyes were on you.
Earlier that day, Natasha had entered the compound with a smile as the three men, who were sitting on the couch, now grew curious. She had snagged some concert tickets downtown from a singer he canโt seem to remember.
โCome on. The others are out, so I have enough for the four of us.โ She grinned as she waved the ticket like money.
Sam, like the lightbulb on the top of his head flickered, perked up. โGod, is that who I think it is?โ
โWho?โ Steve asked.
โYes, it is.โย
Sam practically leaped off from his seat before confirming the concert ticket. โWe have to go.โ
Steve, still confused, asked another question. โWho are we seeing?โ
โRemember the singer I recommended to you and Bucky before?โ Steve nodded, seemingly following along, remembering the singer. โThey are currently holding a concert. I remember seeing that on their socials but forgot about it."
Nat smirked, seemingly proud of herself. โWell, I snagged us a ticket, and their concert is tonight. Soโฆ what do you say?โ
Steve thought about it for a moment before smiling. He closed the book he was reading and looked at them. โWhy not. We have nothing planned. Theyโre a good singer too.โ
Sam beamed at him, then said, โRight?โ
A certain super soldier, however, did not want to come. A concert means a crowd. And a crowd means a high chance for someone to recognize them, especially him. While he was pardoned by the government, the people never forgot his mistakes, the death, and the blood on his hands. They never forget. And they never failed to remind him. In each corner he goes, whether it is in Brooklyn or New York, there are stares following him. Daggers pierce his body, not deep enough, but enough for him to feel the blood trickling down the wound. Even if he had saved a person, made amends, or become a US citizen, the people never forget. To them, he was, and always will be, the Winter Soldier.
So no, he did not want to come. โYou guys go ahead. Iโd rather stay inside.โ
โCome on, Buck. Itโs a good opportunity for you to have a new environment,โ Steve reasoned. What he said was the truth. He hasnโt left the compound for at least a month now. The only time he left the compound was for a mission, but those donโt count. He grumbled something under his breath as they stared at him.
Sam sighed. โYou have nothing better to do; you might as well come.โ
โI have better things to do.โ
Sam laughed, โOh yeah? Like what, being grumpy all night?โ
He, once again, grumbled under his breath. Itโs not like he doesnโt want to hang out with them; he just doesnโt know how to beโฆ fun anymore. It wasnโt like before โ before the fall, before HYDRA, before everything. He has long forgotten how to be a good company, a good friend. He tries. He desperately tries to be like before. But no matter how hard he tries, he is reminded of who he once was. They argued for a moment, but Natasha left no room for him to deny the invitation. Additionally, Sam and Steve inevitably helped Natasha to convince him to join them as well, wanting him to have a different environment for once aside from the corners of the compound. Bucky, exasperated, but there was no room for arguments. Maybe he was due to see the outside world for once. Maybeโฆ it's okay.
So, reluctantly, he agrees. โFine.โ He stood up from his side of the couch. โOnly because youโre forcing me to.โ
โOh, come on, youโll love it,โ Sam said with confidence. โI have great music taste.โ
The cold breeze blew around as the audience was buzzing with excitement. The crowd was smaller than he thought; the venue wasnโt that big but big enough for maybe a thousand audience members to be in. He was surprised how close they were to the stage, seeing all the action. He had forgotten that he had super hearing (no thanks to the super soldier serum) and with all the blaring lights, speakers, and screams of the audience, he began rethinking his choices and why he tagged along. Maybe he should have convinced the three of them to let him stay at the compound, where it was quiet, safe, secure, and isolating.ย
Before he could grasp anything else, the concert had begun.
Spotlights shined, moving rapidly to the audience before pointing at the center of the stage. Smoke emerged from each side of the stage, then the band slowly appeared behind the smoke, making an entrance of themselves. Before he knew it, a sweet melodic voice wrapped itself through the air of the people. The audience screamed in awe as, slowly, you appeared behind the fog, electric guitar in hand and a mic in the other.ย
And just like that, he was never the same. Your smile filled the audience with glee, screaming on top of their lungs as you hung your guitar around your shoulder. You had welcomed your audience in this concert, thanking them for showing up, yet he didnโt move โ all he did was stare at you. He wasnโt sure what he was seeing, but it felt like you were an angel. Maybe it was all the light behind you, or the fog machine spewing out smoke, or the fact that your voice wrapped him in an embrace. He was entranced with your voice, the way it was freely, utterly, astonishingly woven. You were like a siren โ casting a spell he canโt break; cannot, wonโtโ whatever it is, he was enchanted. James Buchanan Barnes was, and now is, utterly hopeless.
You made him hopeless.
He watches, observes, or whatever you want to call it. He watched as your fingers strummed the guitar you wielded, as if it were your soul. He could tell that each beat felt as if you bled for it, broke for it, and healed, only to break harder. Each yearned for something more โ something to have. In a moment, he wanted to memorize each beat, each strum of strings, each time you managed to put him in a trance. It wasnโt the guitar, or the song, but you. It felt like each strum kept you from falling apart completely. Lights flickered across your skin โ each color complimented the aura you emit.
Finishing the song you are currently playing, he hadnโt realized that it was nearly ending. Your concert was nearly ending. He didnโt want to end. He wants you to keep going โ to keep singing until each word snaps his already disoriented reality.
You take a breath, exhaustion evident from the sweat building up on your forehead. Yet, despite it, you manage to smile so widely, so genuinely, that he is in awe. You announced your final song as the crowd went wild before picking up your guitar once again.
He hears the buildup, the subtle beat of the drums before you entered with your solo. It started slow, like words slowly being unraveled. It felt familiar, almost nostalgic, yet dangerous, hurt, missing the pain.
She had a face straight out a magazine
God only knows, but you'll never leave her
Her balaclava is starting to chafe
It sent shivers down his spine. He has been on many missions, as the Winter Soldier and as Bucky Barnes โ but this was the first time in a while that he had this kind of feeling. Excitement.ย
And when she gets his gun, he's begging, "Babe, stay, stay
Stay, stay, stay."
For a moment, you locked eyes with Bucky. A small millisecond. But still, in that moment, he belonged to your voice. Completely. He was latched, entangled by you, and you didnโt even know.
"I'll give you one more time
We'll give you one more fight
Said one more line
Will I know you?"
He watched you, holding yourself like a storm whose singing kept you from falling, breaking apart. He felt like he didnโt belong in a moment, that was not meant for anyone else to hear, but he couldnโt look away. Couldnโt breathe. Couldnโt do anything except stand there, a prisoner to your gravity.
Now if you never shoot, you'll never know
And if you never eat, you'll never grow
You got a pretty kind of dirty face
And when she's leaving your home, she's begging you to stay, stay
Stay, stay, stay
Each emphasis, somehow, struck deep inside him. A calling. It made him more alive. He felt his heart stutter beneath his chest. It was aching for you.
"I'll give you one more time
We'll give you one more fight
Said one more line
There'll be a riot 'cause I know you"
He wanted to cry, scream, or do anything that would get your attention. Yet he was stuck, unmoving, mesmerized. While he hears Sam in the background screaming for you, he only manages to watch.
Well, now that you've got your gun
It's much harder now the police have come
And I'll shoot him if it's what you ask
There was a switch. A subtle thing he caught on as he watched. There was something in you that changed completely; it became moreโฆ you. Like it was digging from your roots, your past. There was a shake in your breath before you continued.
But if you just take off your mask
You'd find out everything's gone
You paused, looking up to be greeted by the sea of crowds.
Wrong
Then, he catches it. Your glance, the stare you gave him, and the smile โ oh, the smile you gave him. The way your lips curled as he met your gaze.
Now everybody's dead
And they're driving past my old school
Your voice's jolt slammed through his nerves. When he stared at your eyes, he swore that you werenโt just simply singing โ you were bleeding it, straight from your chest, raw and exposed. Every bit of emotion burst, leaving him stranded, anchored in his place, forced to stare yet refuse to move.
And he's got his gun
And he's got his suit on
And she says, "Babe, you look so coolโ
You had him. Completely. Entirely. It was useless. You had him wrapped around your fingers, and you donโt even know it. Maybe you did โ maybe you saw his stare, the way he looked at you. Maybe there was a part of you that played harder for him. Only him. He was, incredibly and utterly, helpless. Every goddamn note. Every flick of your wrist. Every breath between verses. Everything.
"Babe, you look so cool," he muttered under his breath. He thanked the noise, the cheers between yelling that no one heard him. Not even Steve heard him. It was like his secret. A sacred moment he will keep to himself, a fleeting fragment of honesty tucked between the pulse of the music and the rise of his heartbeat.
In a brief moment, your eyes met, once again. But only this time, you stared at him for what seemed like a long time. He let it happen. He stared back, softer, more gentle. In that moment, everything went quiet. It was like you two were the only ones left in the venue. He didnโt know what this was. A new profound obsession? Reverence? Something between his broken mind and soul? Maybe love?
But he knew, as his heart dropped in the pit of his stomach, that whatever you are doing to him, this feeling? Wasnโt leaving so soon. Not tonight. Not ever.
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A/N: Haven't written anything for 3 months(?) now, so this is very scrappy :)
If you were a second late, he wouldnโt be here nowโsitting in front of you as you frantically try to bandage the best you can with limited resources. He sees your worry, your tears forming in the corner of your eyes, your trembling hands, and the way your lips quiver. He sees itโyet doesnโt say anything. He doesnโt dare to say anything in this state, it was his fault anyway. He can live that up.
He tried to reach for you, but the severe burn on his arm didnโt help. Each second, it felt like he was still burning from the fire that the curse made. Nonetheless, he reached for your wrist.
โDearโฆโ
No. You canโt stop now, he has to live, he has to. Everyone needs him, Yuuji needs him, Gojo needs him, You need him.ย
You ignore his voice, focusing on amplifying your reverse technique on him. โNo, shut up.โ
โSenseiโฆโ You averted your attention away from Nanami for a moment and focused on the two students before you. It shows that you werenโt keeping your act together, regarding the concerned faces they gave you. But, you smiled. There was nothing else to reassure them in this chaos.
โGo to Shoko, both of you.โ
โButโโ Before Nobara protested, you cut her off.
โThat is an order. You need proper treatment.โ Your glare gave them goosebumps, thus, they had no other choice but to obey. โ...Okay, but be careful, Nanamin, Sensei.โ
Be careful.
โWe will.โ
If only that was the case. You hoped this was just a huge nightmareโand that once you woke up, it would be your day off, laying in bed till noon with him, or maybe even going on a date. Maybe, maybe, maybeโ
These emotions appeared slow and controlled. Then suddenly, you find yourself in the eye of the whirlpool, consuming all at once. Your breath becomes rigid, the tears in your eyes start to fall, and you cannot control your curse energy at the moment. Everything felt so hazy. Your throat began to close off, and you felt like someone had your nose clogged as you couldnโt breathe properly, and you couldnโt see anything with all the tears falling.
Then suddenly, you were hit with the realization. If you were a second late, the man you desperately love will be gone right before your eyes.
โฆathe
Breโ
โDarling, look at me.โ you felt the ringing in your head, yet his voice was heard. As you looked at him, even with how bruised he was, he still carried thatโฆ expression in him. That soft expression as ifโas if he wasnโt about to die.
You covered your face. โYouโre being unfair.โ
โIโm sorry.โ
โI hate you. You were supposed to ask for help if itโs too much, but you didnโt.โ you gasped for air, feeling your heart breaking every second as you spoke. โYou could have yelled like Yuuji did. I could have been there for you. I could have fought alongside you. You wouldnโt have suffered this much.โ
Nanami leaned against the wall but never left his eyes on your figure as you cried your heart out. He allows you to. Because if it was you in this situation, he would have done the same.
โYou promised youโd stay alive. Yet you nearly died if I was a second late!โย
Nanami, who was quick to grab your wrist, pulled you onto his chest. โS-stop! Let go. Itโs painful!โ
Hearing your words, he only strengthened his grip. โItโs not as painful as you crying knowing I canโt do anything.โ This pain he can tolerate. Yet somehow, he can never tolerate your anguished cry, knowing he was the cause of it. He canโt do anything about it, because what is done, is done.
He can only do now to hold his dear beloved, hoping to tell you that he is alive. He survivedโthanks to you.ย
Nanami Kento then realized that he would rather be selfish than live in a world where you arenโt here anymore.
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โฐโค I hope this finds you well โ ๊ณ เนเฃญ โญ `
I. ABOUT
Hello! My name is Blu, I'm 15 years oldโturning 16 this September. You might know me from studytwt months ago. I stopped posting and migrated here! I'm a newly senior-year student taking the HUMSS strand for future Psychology. I occasionally post my studies, and channel my inner food blogger in the time of need. (Everyday)
II. PLANS & GOALS
I plan to pass all my subjects with ease. With a new school this year, I would also love to be welcomed by my classmates. As any student would, my goal is to graduate with honors (maybe high honors too) and with other awards I may get.
III. STATUS & MORE INFO
Active status: Online
Currently Watching: N/A
Current Reads: N/A
Playing: Minecraft (add me! luvistrd)
I am a Virgo sun, Aries moon, and rising Libra! I like to procrastinate till I fear sleeping and wake up with anxietyโ kidding! (not really) I like to watch K-drama, anime, and I like to read books, novels, manga, and manhwa/manhua. Although I haven't read nor watched that much, I would appreciate recommendations from you!
I'm not trying to be photogenic or have an aesthetic setup; as long as I can be realistic within my studies and through you and study as much as I can, I'm fine.
P.S!! I took the first and third photos!
๐Location: Lucky Chinatown. Binondo, Manila.
He wanted to say that youโre beautiful. But he canโt. He simply canโt. Because the word beautiful doesnโt describe what you are right now. It doesnโt justify how you look, the way you smile, your eyes, lips, nose, body, figureโnothing can justify the way you look.
Nanami was the kind of man that had words to say. He was rarely speechless. He can be blunt, honest, and criticizing, yet he spoke nothing about you. No words made by man can satisfy him. He can compliment you, but to himโit wasnโt enough. You were someone blessed with looks.
It was as if you were a painting in the art museum, and he was a visitor. You were far more from the word perfection. It was inconceivable that a human being would be blessed with such looks. A pair of eyes are like the sacred gem that holds every secret in this world. Every feature of you was unfathomable perfection, from head to toe, inside and outside.
He wonders how he manages to get a grasp on you, how he manages to be well entangled in your soul.
If someone saw those features and did not get drawn immediately by them, then something is wrong with that person. Because even he, a man who is known to show little to no emotions, was enchanted by you.
You were an unexpected surprise, a moment he had yet to plan. A collision of stars hit him unimaginably and his life was never the same as before. He never expected to be you, you know? But itโs you, always have been, always will be. It was never like that. Now he was bound by you. He promises to never let go.
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I got lost in the Larissa Weems fandom since everything I saw was smut and smut. it's like the only genre is smut. I barely see fluff, angst, or hurt/comfort fics from her to the point I lost interest in writing for her.
There should be a balance between genres, not just smut.
Synopsis: You smiled and said, โLove isโฆโ you paused, looking up to the moon, then to his eyes. โThe person you want to be human with.โ You smiled. โThatโs how I viewed it though.โ
Prompt: Love is... the person you want to be human with.
A/N: I have been unmotivated for the past few days so I browsed through my writing inspo on ig and found this post by @artbyastronoht and it made me think of Nanami. No use of Y/N.
The simple, bare minimum thing makes love humane.
โWhat is love?โ
It was a stupid question, He thought. Everyone knows what love is. Love is something deeper than everything. Love is something that youโd sacrifice to get it. It was something more that people cannot explain in words alone. They express it in different ways that feel almost normalโyet it has different meanings.
He doesnโt know why.
He doesnโt know how to approach this topic to anyone, so he kept it. Years have passed, and many have professed their love to himโyet he didnโt feel indifferent to it. Entering a relationship, in hopes that heโd understand what it means; what love means.
He stopped looking for it. It was a waste of time. In this society, money is the only thing you need to survive, love is just a benefit of it. So, he decided to forget about it. He spends his time working, earning money to live. He wakes up, eats, works, and sleeps. The cycle continues for years.
But, whenever he sees a couple, high school sweethearts, or a family passing byโsomething in him provokes him. The question he long asked himself lingered again. What is love?
The work was shit. Being a Jujutsu sorcerer is shit. Die with regret, and there is a chance that you can become a curse. Being a sorcerer does not benefit anyone. You die with your comrades, you get hurt on a mission, you fail to save people, and youโll feel like your youth is robbed.
But, the more he thought about it, the more he saved innocent people, it allowed him to build up small bits of appreciation from innocent people. It was enough to die without regrets.
So he came back.
And there you were. As if youโd been waiting for him this entire time. Heโs happy to see you, always has been. Youโre still the kind person he knew. You were still the same person all those years ago. You greeted him with a smileโYou werenโt mad that he left the Jujutsu world. If anything, you understand him more than anyone.
That's what he loves about youโ
Love?
Is this love?
It felt different from all the love he has received. It felt warm and right. It felt like love. It radiates between them. The aura was seen in others' eyes. Yet he wasnโt sure if it was love, maybe it was his thoughts messing with him. Heโs been deprived of the thought of love that he thinks that this feeling is love.
You can see something bothering him. He was a reserved man, but this is something you canโt shake off. You asked him what was bothering him.
Naturally, he was surprised. People around him couldnโt see if something was bothering him. Or if heโs having trouble over something. Though some do notice, they usually brush it off. Nanami is a reliable guy, heโs smart. He Can figure it out on his own. He knows everything, he can do it.
It was always โHe can do itโ but never โLet me help you.โ
For him, it was weird. He wasnโt used to it. The care, the way you notice him. It made his heart leap. This feeling is new to him, he was 24 for god sake. Feelings shouldnโt be a problem for him. It shouldnโt bother him, especially now he has returned to become a Jujutsu sorcerer.
The more he stayed silent, you just stayed by his side. Waiting patiently for an answer that may satisfy both of you. You heard him sigh, and he looked up and stared at the moon that shines above.ย
He finally said it. โWhat is love?โ
Saying it felt a sort of relief, yet nervousness. Are you gonna laugh at him? It was all unfamiliar to him. He wasnโt the one to be desperate, but he was getting impatient at this point. Soft breaths filled the air of November, soft dim light from the lamp post. Autumn has been getting chilly, it was the evidence of winter once again.
He heard a soft hum, then he turned around to look at you. He stared at you for a while, he stared as you thought of an answer. He can hear the thud of his heart, his nose was starting to flare with pink, along with his ear. He was embarrassed. Rightfully so, he thinks.
You fluttered your eyes open, feeling the cold wind hit you.
You smiled and said, โLove isโฆโ you paused, looking up to the moon, then to his eyes. And he swears something happened. Something definitely happened. His heart couldnโt stop beating. There was a lump in his throat. In this cold November, his hands begin to sweat. This wasnโt him. ย What is this feeling?
โThe person you want to be human with.โ You smiled. โThatโs how I viewed it though.โ
To be human with. Was it that simple? He wasnโt disappointed by your answer. He was more surprised that he didnโt even give it a thought. To be human is to do mundane routines. Groceries every Sunday. Baking pastries with your beloved. Embracing them in bed. Waking up in their arms. Coming home with your other person, hugging them, and exchanging โI'm homeโ and Welcome home.โ The I love yous every time youโll leave the house. Cooking each other food. Taking care of each other when one of you is sick. Sleeping in on weekends because both of you miss each other. Enjoying each otherโs company.
To be human is to embrace the emotion inside you. Being happy when little things happen. Getting upset over small yet significant things. The feel of anger bubbling inside you. The way jealousy feels. Whenever you felt your heart drop. Feeling every significant feeling that a person can feel. Joy, sadness, love, hate, envy, lust, jealousy; and much more.
That is what it means to be human. The simple, bare minimum thing makes love humane.
All of the things he feels, it was love towards you. It was the love he wants to experience with you. He wants to experience things he hasnโt experienced with you by his side. He wants to be with you.
All the things he have been feeling when you were around, was love. It all makes sense. He wants to spend his lifetime with you. That was love. This is love.
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A/N: A Short Drabble based on I've Got a Crush on You (And I like-)!
Satoru looked at you, then at Nanami. Then again. And again. And again for the fifth time. You can tell that Kento was getting agitated by his antics. โCan you stop this, Gojo?โ
Satoru stood straight up, closed his eyes, and put his finger on his chinโas if he was thinking. Ieiri and Suguru are in the background, laughing at the whole situation. โHow come you didnโt know?โ Ieiri snickered.
Then, Satoru turned and pointed at her, โHow come you never told me when I talked to you? You witch!โ
Shoko only gave a smug face. โYou could have asked us.โ Suguru butted in.
โWhy not help me earlier?!โ
They bickered in the background as you watched their antics. You occasionally laughed at the sight while your cousin watched you.
โSeriously, what do you see in him?โ Kento muttered under his breath. You just laughed at himโokay maybe not him. Yes, your boyfriend teases everyone a lot, energetic, stubborn, a man-child, and a huge flirtโbut there is something beyond that act of his, something vulnerable and kind.
And you want to see every part of him.
โSure, heโs a bit too much. But, I like him that way.โ
Kento can see the way you love him. The way your eyes shine whenever you see him. Your eyes go big whenever he comes back from a mission. The way he has his infinity off whenever with you, at all times. The way you have heart eyes when you stare at him.
He sees the way his upperclassman looks at you too. It was the look of love.
He sighed for the final time, but this timeโwith a smile on his face.
Warning: Shibuya Arc Spoilers, Recent Manga Spoilers, heavy(?) angst, major death???
A/N: I heard "Scott Street" by Phoebe Bridgers from my sister's phone, and suddenly, it sparked something in me. I had to write angst. wrote this in one sitting today so it is not proofread!!
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What if It was you instead of him who died by Mahito?
No. It was supposed to be him, not you. It shouldnโt be you. You stood in front of Mahito as his hand stretched into your chest. You were unresponsive, and he couldnโt move. He canโt bring himself to take a step. Take a step. Move. theyโll die.ย
Nothing. He studies your beat-up feature. Blood is trickling down your left hand as your right has been cut off. He notices your heavy breathing, yet no emotion can be seen in you. You stand in a pool of blood and multiple dead curses. Is this it? No. God, please donโt. You and Kento have been planning your wedding for months. Both of you were excited about the wedding, dreaming of the day that would come when he proposed to you. This shouldnโt end here.
Are you scared? Itโs okay to be scared. I get scared too. But with you, Iโm less scared. Soโ you can trust me. If youโre scared, run to himโHeโll make sure heโll protect you. So, come to him, run to him. Please. Heโll promise to get you out of this hell hole aliveโtogether.ย
โY/Nโฆโ He sounds pathetic. His lips are trembling, tears threatening to leave his eyes. His grip was lost, trembling at the sight.
Then, you turned to him. He is a man who understands many things. He understands things easily. But this. His strained voice only manages to utter a single word. Why?
Why are you not scared? Why are you just standing there? Why arenโt you doing anything? Why are you smiling at him? Why? Why so suddenly? Why now? Why does it have to be you? Why are you smiling in the face of death? Stop it. Donโt smile. Run to him. You can rest. Rest with him.
Go to Malaysia with him. Live with him. You both planned to live in Malaysia after this. He suggested Kautan. Building a house on a secluded beach. Wake up early in the morning and stroll around the shore as the sun come up. Reading those book that has been collecting dust on the shelf. Cooking together, maybe even baking. Maybe in the holidays, youโd invite Yuuji and the others, even if he doesnโt want to.
Then maybe, if you want to, start a family. Maybe two kids, a girl, and a boy. Then, maybe adopt a dogโor a cat. He would love to see them grow up. Have their own lives, and not following the path you and Kento took.ย
The voice of Yuuji made him realize that this was the cruel reality heโs gonna live in, from now on. A life that isnโt worth living. He watched as you send him your final smile. Closing your eyes as you accepted your faith. He saw the tears. The tears you desperately hide. They flow without him wiping them away.
โDonโt be a stranger.โ
Why does it have you? He wants you back. He doesnโt want to live in a cruel world where you arenโt here. It was simply worth living anymore.
๐๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
What if It was you Instead of Megumi who was taken by Sukuna?
He thought that after he left the prison realm, you were the first one to greet him. He thought that youโd be running into his arms, crying in his shirt, and punching him slightly for leaving you alone. He thought that youโd be smiling, saying โWelcome Back, Satoru.โ
He thought thatโฆ youโd be safe.
He only then realizes the twisted and cruel reality he lives in as he teleported to where Kenjaku is, he saw you beside him. His six eyes already told him that Sukuna is possessing your bodyโbut he didnโt want to believe it.
You were dressed in a robe that you never wore before. Your hair wasnโt in the style he is used to. Your nails suddenly have gotten sharper. Your eyes were now different. It wasnโt the same eyes that he grow to love. It wasnโt the same eyes that he love to stare at. It wasnโt the same. You werenโt there anymore. Behind those eyes, he canโt see a glimpse of you.ย
He pretended that he wasnโt affected by it. I didnโt care about them. It was a bitter lie that he want to throw up. Why did this happen?
He came back. He couldnโt stay looking at youโ at least not right now.
Shoko, Ijichi, and Utahime stared at him as he sat on the hospital bed. They couldnโt help but sympathize with him, especially Shoko. He looks lost, almost as if he has hit rock bottom.
โ...Why.โ
None of them know why. But they knew you didn't deserve it. It shouldnโt be you. It was unfair to everyone. To him. To you.ย
The day that Satoru has to fight youโ Sukuna, he pushed the thought away. This isnโt you right now. Itโs Sukuna. He can save you. Of course, he can. He is the strongest anyway. Right?
Right?
Fighting you was hard, his emotions keep bubbling to the surface. He kept reminding himself that it wasnโt you. His sweet Y/N isnโt here right now, only Sukunaโ
Just before he can make another Domain, he notices a stop in Sukuna. Sukuna gripped his head, groaning. As if heโs losing control. Immense curse energy leaked out. Suddenly, shadows appeared out of nowhere. Those shadows turned into hands and manage to cease Sukuna from moving.
โGod damn it, Woman!โ
He perked up. โY/N?โ
Then, another shadow appeared on Sukunaโs back. His eyes widen as he watched you appear in the shadow. He sees how exhausted you are. You are pushing your limit too much. He wished he wasnโt trapped in that stupid prison realm.
โI told you, didnโt I? I wonโt let you win.โ
โYou arenโt strong enough.โ
You turned to Satoru. And you smiled. Why? What are you planning? Why are you smiling? This isnโt good. He should do somethingโanything. What are you doing?
โDonโt be a stranger.โ
Light overcomes his vision. Once he opened his vision. You werenโt there anymore. Sukuna wasnโt there anymore. No one was in front of him anymore but cherry blossom petals fell from the sky in the middle of November.ย
His heart hurts. why?
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Summary: He doesn't know about love. He gets these weird feelings whenever you're around him. And seeing you with Nanami together irks him. So, he went to his trusted friend, Shoko to see what's sickness he have gotten from you.
prompt: "I got a crush on you. And I like you. I like-" call abruptly ends
A/N: I had this idea since last year๐ญ And now I decided to write it again because of JJK season two! I don't know if I'm gonna write regularly. I'll throw some poems here and there, some blurbs. Since it's summer, maybe I'll write more.
Gojo wasnโt the type of person to be vulnerable. He does not like intimacy. He does not like the idea of being in a relationship, especially with his status in the Jujutsu world. He has a gift. A gift that can also bring a curse onto his life. He was the strongest out of everyone. No one can touch him. No one can hurt him.
Or so he thought. Gojo doesnโt understand this feelingโand it infuriates him. It was like punching him in the guts. He doesnโt understand the sudden heat that always appears on his face. The feeling like youโre gonna get a heart attack. When you feel your legs give out. He doesnโt understand anything; he wants toโbut heโs afraid to come to you.
Because you were the cause of it. You.
You were a year older than himโthe only second year in Jujutsu tech at that time when he was a first year. The first thing he noticed about you was your face. Your face is almost like silk, stern yet radiates kindnessโwarmth. It glows under the sun and moonlight. Then, youโre elegant. You walk elegantly, act elegantly, and talk elegantly; everything about you is elegant. It frustrates him. He cannot come up with a single word to describe you poorly, to tease you with, because in his six eyesโyou were already perfect.ย
You seemingly have been oblivious to the special treatment he gives you, yet others noticed. He wasnโt as annoying as he was with others. He didnโt show off that he was the strongest out of everyone. He wasnโt that egotistical, cocky bastard that everyone knew he was. To you? He was willing to behave.
But he couldnโt hold back these feelings anymore. Seeing you with Nanami together, talking or laughing, he feels his heart fall into the bottom pit of his stomach. Every part of his body burns from this pain he hasnโt yet familiarized himself with. But who was he to interfere? Why was he feeling like this? Maybe heโs sick? He should go to Shoko asap.
โShoko! Help me!โ he burst to open her door as flopped himself into her bed and rolled around with his hand covering his face.
โCanโt you knock?โ she gave him an exasperated sigh.
He sits up, holding himself together as his hands are on his thigh, fisted like a ball. โListen! I might be sick, and I know who caused it.โ
She raised a brow. โOh really? Who is it?โ she said as she proceeds to drink from her cup.
โY/N-Senpai.โ
That effectively made Shoko spit all her drink onto the floor. โGod damn it, Gojo!โ
โWhat!?โ
โAre you serious?โ
โWellโฆ yeah. I canโt think of anything.โ his body deflated, back hunched back, and he had that annoying pout on his lips.
She sighed, fighting back the urge to smack him in the head for being this oblivious. She grabbed a table napkin and decided to listen to him. โWhy do you think so?โ
โWhenever I look at her, or when sheโs near, itโs like someone is punching my gut. And I always feel like Iโm having a heart attack! Thatโs serious, right? And I feel like my knees will give up on me!โ He emphasized every word for her to understand what he was sayingโand feeling. โAnd get this, I saw her and Nanami together, and I felt like my heart dropped! And my bodyโ hey! Listen to me, Shoko! This is serious!โ He pouted as he had to watch her laugh hysterically, gripping her stomach.
โI might die from this illness! You donโt wanna see your friend die!โ
โGod, how can you be so oblivious?โ She wiped her tears from laughing. โWaitโ you know what Iโm talking about! Tell me whatโs the problem!โ
โThe problem is that youโre in love. If youโll consider it a problem.โ
In love. Was heโฆ in love? With you? No, no, no. He was not. He is not in love with you. โThink about it; you felt something when sheโs together with Nanami, right?โ Shoko asked.
Gojo only then nodded his head. โYou were jealous. It took you long enough to notice. Everyone practically knew about it.โ
โHa?!โย
No, no way he was in love with you. After that interaction with that witch (Shoko), he unconsciously began to ignore you. Your greetings were returned as empty helloโs. Occasional โHow are youโ was thrown at the conversation but never lasted more than two minutes. He was gathering his thoughtsโbut being away from you hurts like hell. It hurts more than seeing you and Nanami together. It hurts more than being around you.
He wants to be around you. Forever.
It was late at night, lights all off, yet he was awake. He was contemplating whether he should call you or just sleep with this feeling. He buried his head in his pillow and sighed as he held out his phone. Then, a caller ID appeared. He jumped at the sudden interruption of his peaceful time, looking up to see who called andโ
Itโs you. Okay, okay, okay. Do not fuck this up, Gojo Satoru.
He picked up. โHello?โ
โGojo! Oh good, youโre awakeโ or did I wake you up?โ
โNo, no, youโre good. Whatโs up?โ He could feel his palm beginning to sweat, his heart beating like crazy.
โUm. Did I do something?โ
His eyes widen at the question, and he then realizes wow distance he has been. Shit. Iโm fucked. โN-no! What made you say that?โ
โYouโve just been distant. I donโt know.โ
โYou didnโt do anything wrong. Iโm sorry; itโs my fault.โ
โMhmm, You probably have something going on. Iโm sorry for assuming.โ he can practically hear your thoughts running wild.
โOther than that, why are you still awake?โ this effectively made you pause. The line was silent for a moment. Itโs now or never. He hears your breathing in the other line, patiently waiting for an answer. โGojo.โ
โ...Yeah?โ
โI got a crush on you.โ Wait. What?
โAnd I like you. I likeโโ Suddenly, the line was cut off. He quickly checked his phone, only to realize his phone shut down. โNo, no, no, no!โ Damn it! He forgot to charge it! He quickly grabbed his charger and rushed to the nearest outlet around him. Fuck! He was cut off in the middle of your talkingโ
Wait. he thinks for a moment. On the other end of the line, itโll look like he just hung up on her. No! Thatโs not what happened. He bolted out of his dorm and made his way to yours. In the dead of night, he rushed through your dorm building as fast as he could. Gojo could have teleported, but he didnโt want to invade your privacy by appearing all of a sudden. And, he didnโt think of it in the state of panic he was in.
Finally, he managed to burst into your dorm, panting. He noticed the phone with his contact was displayed on your phone. He also noticed your surprised look as you whipped your head towards him with tears in your eyes.
โIโm sorry! The line suddenly cut off; my phone died!โ he heard your sniffles, and he was convinced that you werenโt convinced.
โI know thatโs stupid, but itโs true! Believe me, Y/N.โ he looked at you intensely. Your eyes bore into his. Without his glasses, you can see how blue it is in this dark room of yours. You wiped your tears and tear your gaze away from him and focus on your lap.
โWhatโs your answer?โ
โWhat?โ
โI said that I like you. What is your answer?โ you looked away. Even in the dark room, he noticed a pink hue on your ear. He walked closer to your bed, kneeling beside you. He takes you by the hand. โCan you look at me?โ
Hesitantly, you looked at him. He was flustered and a blushing mess.
โI like you too. More than you know. I hate seeing you together with Nanami. I want to be the only person who can make you smile and laugh genuinely. I want to be the only person for you. I want to be the person who you can call at three in the morning when something happened. Let me be the person who can lend you a blazer when you are cold. Lend you a shoulder to cry on. Lend you help with itโs too much.โ
Tears start to pick up from the corner of your eyes again. Gojoโs hands were shaking as he wiped the tears from your eyes. โI will become stronger in order for me to protect you. I like you too, Y/N. I have for a while.โ
You let your tears flow as you smiled. Smiled turned into giggles as you wiped your tears. โIโve never heard confession like that.โ
He then whipped his head away from you. โS-so what!โ
โSatoru.โ
He perked up hearing his first name being called between your lips.
โI like you.โ you smiled, ruffling his hair before moving away from his bangs and kissing his forehead. Gojo just plopped himself onto your thigh, too flustered to meet your eyes right now. โFinally.โ
You just giggled at his childlike antics. Brushing your fingertips onto his hair, massaging his scalp in the process. โIโm happy.โ
He smiled, meeting your gaze. His smile was genuine, the one you love. โMe too.โ
Heโs happy, he finally got her.
โBut Satoruโฆโ Gojo only hummed, content with what he got right now.
โKento is my cousin.โ What. WHAT?
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Summary: He doesn't know about love. He gets these weird feelings whenever you're around him. And seeing you with Nanami together irks him. So, he went to his trusted friend, Shoko to see what's sickness he have gotten from you.
prompt: "I got a crush on you. And I like you. I like-" call abruptly ends
A/N: I had this idea since last year๐ญ And now I decided to write it again because of JJK season two! I don't know if I'm gonna write regularly. I'll throw some poems here and there, some blurbs. Since it's summer, maybe I'll write more.
Gojo wasnโt the type of person to be vulnerable. He does not like intimacy. He does not like the idea of being in a relationship, especially with his status in the Jujutsu world. He has a gift. A gift that can also bring a curse onto his life. He was the strongest out of everyone. No one can touch him. No one can hurt him.
Or so he thought. Gojo doesnโt understand this feelingโand it infuriates him. It was like punching him in the guts. He doesnโt understand the sudden heat that always appears on his face. The feeling like youโre gonna get a heart attack. When you feel your legs give out. He doesnโt understand anything; he wants toโbut heโs afraid to come to you.
Because you were the cause of it. You.
You were a year older than himโthe only second year in Jujutsu tech at that time when he was a first year. The first thing he noticed about you was your face. Your face is almost like silk, stern yet radiates kindnessโwarmth. It glows under the sun and moonlight. Then, youโre elegant. You walk elegantly, act elegantly, and talk elegantly; everything about you is elegant. It frustrates him. He cannot come up with a single word to describe you poorly, to tease you with, because in his six eyesโyou were already perfect.ย
You seemingly have been oblivious to the special treatment he gives you, yet others noticed. He wasnโt as annoying as he was with others. He didnโt show off that he was the strongest out of everyone. He wasnโt that egotistical, cocky bastard that everyone knew he was. To you? He was willing to behave.
But he couldnโt hold back these feelings anymore. Seeing you with Nanami together, talking or laughing, he feels his heart fall into the bottom pit of his stomach. Every part of his body burns from this pain he hasnโt yet familiarized himself with. But who was he to interfere? Why was he feeling like this? Maybe heโs sick? He should go to Shoko asap.
โShoko! Help me!โ he burst to open her door as flopped himself into her bed and rolled around with his hand covering his face.
โCanโt you knock?โ she gave him an exasperated sigh.
He sits up, holding himself together as his hands are on his thigh, fisted like a ball. โListen! I might be sick, and I know who caused it.โ
She raised a brow. โOh really? Who is it?โ she said as she proceeds to drink from her cup.
โY/N-Senpai.โ
That effectively made Shoko spit all her drink onto the floor. โGod damn it, Gojo!โ
โWhat!?โ
โAre you serious?โ
โWellโฆ yeah. I canโt think of anything.โ his body deflated, back hunched back, and he had that annoying pout on his lips.
She sighed, fighting back the urge to smack him in the head for being this oblivious. She grabbed a table napkin and decided to listen to him. โWhy do you think so?โ
โWhenever I look at her, or when sheโs near, itโs like someone is punching my gut. And I always feel like Iโm having a heart attack! Thatโs serious, right? And I feel like my knees will give up on me!โ He emphasized every word for her to understand what he was sayingโand feeling. โAnd get this, I saw her and Nanami together, and I felt like my heart dropped! And my bodyโ hey! Listen to me, Shoko! This is serious!โ He pouted as he had to watch her laugh hysterically, gripping her stomach.
โI might die from this illness! You donโt wanna see your friend die!โ
โGod, how can you be so oblivious?โ She wiped her tears from laughing. โWaitโ you know what Iโm talking about! Tell me whatโs the problem!โ
โThe problem is that youโre in love. If youโll consider it a problem.โ
In love. Was heโฆ in love? With you? No, no, no. He was not. He is not in love with you. โThink about it; you felt something when sheโs together with Nanami, right?โ Shoko asked.
Gojo only then nodded his head. โYou were jealous. It took you long enough to notice. Everyone practically knew about it.โ
โHa?!โย
No, no way he was in love with you. After that interaction with that witch (Shoko), he unconsciously began to ignore you. Your greetings were returned as empty helloโs. Occasional โHow are youโ was thrown at the conversation but never lasted more than two minutes. He was gathering his thoughtsโbut being away from you hurts like hell. It hurts more than seeing you and Nanami together. It hurts more than being around you.
He wants to be around you. Forever.
It was late at night, lights all off, yet he was awake. He was contemplating whether he should call you or just sleep with this feeling. He buried his head in his pillow and sighed as he held out his phone. Then, a caller ID appeared. He jumped at the sudden interruption of his peaceful time, looking up to see who called andโ
Itโs you. Okay, okay, okay. Do not fuck this up, Gojo Satoru.
He picked up. โHello?โ
โGojo! Oh good, youโre awakeโ or did I wake you up?โ
โNo, no, youโre good. Whatโs up?โ He could feel his palm beginning to sweat, his heart beating like crazy.
โUm. Did I do something?โ
His eyes widen at the question, and he then realizes wow distance he has been. Shit. Iโm fucked. โN-no! What made you say that?โ
โYouโve just been distant. I donโt know.โ
โYou didnโt do anything wrong. Iโm sorry; itโs my fault.โ
โMhmm, You probably have something going on. Iโm sorry for assuming.โ he can practically hear your thoughts running wild.
โOther than that, why are you still awake?โ this effectively made you pause. The line was silent for a moment. Itโs now or never. He hears your breathing in the other line, patiently waiting for an answer. โGojo.โ
โ...Yeah?โ
โI got a crush on you.โ Wait. What?
โAnd I like you. I likeโโ Suddenly, the line was cut off. He quickly checked his phone, only to realize his phone shut down. โNo, no, no, no!โ Damn it! He forgot to charge it! He quickly grabbed his charger and rushed to the nearest outlet around him. Fuck! He was cut off in the middle of your talkingโ
Wait. he thinks for a moment. On the other end of the line, itโll look like he just hung up on her. No! Thatโs not what happened. He bolted out of his dorm and made his way to yours. In the dead of night, he rushed through your dorm building as fast as he could. Gojo could have teleported, but he didnโt want to invade your privacy by appearing all of a sudden. And, he didnโt think of it in the state of panic he was in.
Finally, he managed to burst into your dorm, panting. He noticed the phone with his contact was displayed on your phone. He also noticed your surprised look as you whipped your head towards him with tears in your eyes.
โIโm sorry! The line suddenly cut off; my phone died!โ he heard your sniffles, and he was convinced that you werenโt convinced.
โI know thatโs stupid, but itโs true! Believe me, Y/N.โ he looked at you intensely. Your eyes bore into his. Without his glasses, you can see how blue it is in this dark room of yours. You wiped your tears and tear your gaze away from him and focus on your lap.
โWhatโs your answer?โ
โWhat?โ
โI said that I like you. What is your answer?โ you looked away. Even in the dark room, he noticed a pink hue on your ear. He walked closer to your bed, kneeling beside you. He takes you by the hand. โCan you look at me?โ
Hesitantly, you looked at him. He was flustered and a blushing mess.
โI like you too. More than you know. I hate seeing you together with Nanami. I want to be the only person who can make you smile and laugh genuinely. I want to be the only person for you. I want to be the person who you can call at three in the morning when something happened. Let me be the person who can lend you a blazer when you are cold. Lend you a shoulder to cry on. Lend you help with itโs too much.โ
Tears start to pick up from the corner of your eyes again. Gojoโs hands were shaking as he wiped the tears from your eyes. โI will become stronger in order for me to protect you. I like you too, Y/N. I have for a while.โ
You let your tears flow as you smiled. Smiled turned into giggles as you wiped your tears. โIโve never heard confession like that.โ
He then whipped his head away from you. โS-so what!โ
โSatoru.โ
He perked up hearing his first name being called between your lips.
โI like you.โ you smiled, ruffling his hair before moving away from his bangs and kissing his forehead. Gojo just plopped himself onto your thigh, too flustered to meet your eyes right now. โFinally.โ
You just giggled at his childlike antics. Brushing your fingertips onto his hair, massaging his scalp in the process. โIโm happy.โ
He smiled, meeting your gaze. His smile was genuine, the one you love. โMe too.โ
Heโs happy, he finally got her.
โBut Satoruโฆโ Gojo only hummed, content with what he got right now.
โKento is my cousin.โ What. WHAT?
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A heart like hers did not deserve to be in my world. Her smile is contagious. A small sight of it and the world seems to revolve around her. Once I hear her laughterโIโd want to hear it every time my brain forgets your voice. Though I do not wish for that to happen.
I want to remember every detail. Memorize every habit. I want to be the one to ask you first what you feelโwhenever you feel blue. I want to be the one to lend you a shoulder to rest upon, to cry on, and to hide too.
And in case my body forgets her touch, or my memory forgets her face, the way she smiles, her laugh, her habits, everything. My soul will remember everything. For all I knowโmy soul lives on. The way I feel will keep my soul from remembering everything about her. And this love will never run outโeven at the end of time.
