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girls like jennifer lawrence

wc — 1.5k ₊˚⊹☆ megumi wishes he was yuji’s type, but he couldn’t be further from it. he thinks he has no shot until yuji asks him to the movies.

“He told me he likes girls like Jennifer Lawrence." Satoru snickered.

Pink sun filtered through the window and landed perfectly across all their laps, just skimming over their faces to shield their expressions. It was an air of intimacy, but not the swooning kind—it was like a smog, more like the feeling of crushing affection.

"It's Jennifer Lawrence, you can't blame him. She's no Takeda though." Todo scolded as if even mentioning another woman in a romantic sense that wasn't Takeda was an insult to his devotion.

"Typical." Nobara huffed. "I liked Megumi's answer. He's a gentleman."

He'd been breathing all the information they'd spouted. Yuji never usually spoke about his taste in girls unless he was asked because romance simply wasn't the most important thing to him, especially not in the past year or so, with his life on the line and all.

"When was this?" He finally spoke up.

"Before the Kyoto Sister-School Exchange Event." When recollection didn't shine in his eyes, Nobara added ; "It was when we first met Mai and Todo."

Megumi's eyes widened. "And what was my answer?" He had forgotten what he had let slip. Maybe he shouldn't be asking her that because if Nobara told them all—

"You said you liked a girl with a good personality opposed to someone with, I dunno, big boobs."

Megumi breathed a sigh of relief. Of course he did. He should have trusted himself better, he knew that it was a closely guarded secret and even then he wouldn't have said. Not even to Nobara. "So…" He thought out his words carefully before asking. His heartbeat had spiked uncomfortably and he needed to phrase it right lest it pick back up. "What kinds of girls does he like? Or romantic partners in general?"

"He told me he likes tall girls with nice asses." Todo glanced up at the ceiling like he was fighting off tears. "A true brother."

Tall girls. Nice asses. Megumi didn't exactly fit that description.

Nobara put her arm in front of Todo to show he was done talking before raising her eyebrows suspiciously. "Why do you want to know?"

"Well, I was going to ask all of you guys too." He lied quickly. Usually he was so blunt, so now everything rolled out of his mouth easily. "I think Todo's got a good idea of bonding. Someone's tastes say a lot about a person. I just figured we could try it."

"Now since when did you ever want to bond?"

Fuck. "I can tell you guys don't like the idea. We can be done. Actually, we should be. I'm going to bed." Wasting no time, he got up and closed the door behind him.

"Bed? Doesn't he know it's still light out, or did one of you hit him too hard while training?" Satoru asked.

"Shoot," Panda grimaced. "that might be my fault."

"Salmon."

Megumi stared at the ceiling, trying to sleep. He wished he could ask himself why that was so scary for him, but he knew. He liked Yuji.

He'd grappled with it in the first few months of their friendship, insisting to himself that he just didn't know what true friendship between guys felt like. But now that being more open had introduced him to more friends, Inumaki, Todo, Maki, Nobara, Panda, he knew that wasn't the case. This wasn't normal friendship, he liked Yuji more than a friend.

Groaning, he rolled over. It was useless. Getting Yuji out of his head was impossible.

"What's going on out there?" The door slid open and the slim and tall figure of Yuji Itadori stepped in. "When I got back they all shooed me out of there."

"They were talking about you." Megumi sat up to stare through the curtains. To keep his eyes off Yuji.

"They were talking bad about me?" Yuji pressed his hands to his temples in a mind-blown expression.

"No." Megumi huffed. His arms assumed a slouched positon across each other to match his pout. "There was nothing bad to say."

Yuji chuckled before ruffling Megumi's hair. "I didn't know you could be so sweet."

He snatched his hand from his hair and pulled him down next to him. He didn't want Yuji to know how he wanted to be closer, but he couldn't stand to keep him an arms length away. "I told you not to do that."

A small sigh escaped both their lips for two different reasons. Yuji rested his head on Megumi's shoulder. Megumi gasped alone that time, wondering whether pushing him away or melting into would be easier. Neither, he decided, so he stayed stiff.

They sat in still silence for a few moments, but Yuji could never stay still for that long. "Let's watch a movie. Human Earthworm 4 is still in theatres. Nobara wouldn't watch it with me, said she'd rather go shopping. I thought most girls liked romance movies."

"Not ones about worms." Megumi rolled him off. Play cool, be uninterested, grudgingly accept. "Why would I want to see that movie either? I don't like romance or worms."

"WHAT?" Yuji exclaimed. "WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO SEE HUMAN EARTHWORM 4?"

From the room across, Nobara shouted back; "FUSHIGURO AND I!"

Pouting, Yuji pulled out his phone. "Come on Megumi, tell me this looks interesting."

"I prefer reading." At his friends upset expression, he hesitated. "But if you're buying the tickets I wouldn't mind seeing it with you."

"And that's why you're better than Nobara!" Yuji held is hand out for a high five.

On the other side of the wall, Nobara shouted back at him and Megumi tried not to laugh.

Small places are much easier to maintain compared to large ones and the movie theater was good example of that. It couldn't seat more than fifteen people, but every inch of it was crystal clean. Maybe they cleaned it often, or maybe there were no customers coming to make it dirty. Either way, it was only Megumi and Yuji.

"Full house." Megumi reluctantly joked. It fell on silent ears as Yuji was busy belly-flopping onto the open seats.

"We've got it all to ourselves!" He kicked his feet back and motioned Megumi over to the seat next to him.

Megumi slouched into the chair before reminding Yuji— "You promised popcorn on the ride over."

"I did? I did." Yuji decided. He stood up and left, but Megumi smelled his return before he saw him.

"Smells good." Megumi admitted.

"Thank you!"

"Not you, dumbass." Megumi shoved him down into his seat and stole the popcorn on his way down.

With the reeling of a projected behind them, the film started. If Megumi was honest, he had been doubting Yuji's taste with how bizarre the plot was, but it wasn't… completely horrible. It was still bad, but it had redeemable parts. With it being a romance movie and all, of course the relationship between the woman and the earthworm was the focal point. They had their moments of chemistry, odd enough to say. He was almost compelled to compare them to him and Yuji—with Yuji being the incredibly ugly earthworm, obviously.

But comparing the him and Yuji to the pair in front of them was the most cheesy thing he could do, so of course he wasn't thinking about it the whole time.

When it was over, Megumi regretted saying he had a good time.

"What did you think?" Yuji stared at him expectantly, wide eyed and tight lipped.

"Horrible. Absolutely horrible."

Yuji groaned. "Come on. Not as good as the third, but you have to admit that wasn't bad."

"Rather die."

They sat in silence for a moment, and then Yuji spoke up. "You feel it too, right?"

"Yeah, the popcorn had a nasty aftertaste—"

"No, I mean us. We're friends but not like Nobara and I. We-we're closer. You know?"

"Um, no?" The air was colder now with the conversation coming to settle on an uncomfortable topic.

Yuji scooted closer until his breath brushed over Megumi's face. "I like you." The moment their lips pressed together Megumi felt a feeling much like a Black Flash surging from his mouth to his chest. Megumi didn't know whether this was a joke or a dream, but he was going to enjoy this while he could.

Why was Yuji kissing him? What did he have to gain?

But he also wanted to keep kissing him. It couldn't hurt, if Yuji was the one that leaned in. He could blame it on him if he pulled away. But he didn't. The kiss just grew more passionate.

"What are you doing?" Megumi asked. But he didn't move his lips away to ask, he kept them resting on top of Yuji's. "Is this some joke?"

"Why would I be joking?"

"Because I…" he hesitated. Fuck, this was Yuji. Yuji wouldn't tell a hurtful lie like that, Yuji wouldn't even hurt an insect. "I share your feelings."

Poorly hiding his excitement, Yuji tried to close the gap again, but was pushed away. "Hm?"

"I thought you liked girls like Jennifer Lawrence."

"Oh yeah." He thought. "I think I like both. Guys and girls that is. It's just easier to tell people I like girls. But I also don't really know. I haven't had too many relationships in the past, so I think you'd be the first boy I've liked." A pause. "Can we kiss more now?"

In the dim light of the movie theatre, they kissed again.

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cold-hearted girl

Nobamaki - w/c: 2.1k

Maki worries herself over Nobara potentially seeing her new scars, not knowing that Nobara couldn't care less

----˚ʚ♡ɞ˚---- Insecurity wasn't a word Maki liked to use to describe herself because, really, she was very sure of herself. It was just that every once in a while someone new would find out about her lack of cursed energy and doubt her, which always made defensiveness bubble to the top. Her friends knew her, and they knew what she was capable of, cursed energy or not, so she had decided she had nothing to be self conscious about a while ago. 

Until Shibuya. Scars prickled at her skin, sensitive when she moved, still tearing and flaking off if she picked at them. They were ugly across her face, especially. When Jogo's flames hit her, she could feel the fire melt her eyelid to her cheek, and she knew in that moment that she would never be able to open it again. In the first week or so after the Shibuya incident she draped cloth over her shoulders to hide her scars and hid her disfigured eye behind a bandage. But maybe two weeks after, she stopped caring as much. Jujutsu High was a tight knit school, whether she hid behind baggy clothes or not didn't matter because they would all see what had become of her eventually.

What did matter to her was the people she loved seeing her. When she reunited with Yuuta she tried her best to hide behind a book, embarrassingly enough. The person she wanted to avoid the most though, was Nobara. Before the Shibuya Incident, they had been pretty close. Nobara had a tendency to freak out over people even teasing Maki, a bit like a guard dog, and after she had done her duty she'd run back to Maki and lean her head on her shoulder. It felt nice, Maki couldn't lie. Back with her blasted family, Maki didn't anyone to defend her like that, not even Mai as she was so resigned to her position, so seeing someone care enough to yell at people who even muttered an insult was new and welcome.

In fact, Maki could have sworn her and Nobara had to have been more than friends. From the way Nobara stood on her toes to kiss Maki's cheek good luck before they faced the Kyoto school, to the way Nobara said; "I love you" a few too many times to be platonic.

When Maki had first heard about Nobara's injuries in Shibuya she felt her scarred heart fall into her weak knees. "How bad is it?" She kept her voice calm, even if she wanted to see Nobara again more than anything. "Is she open to visitors?"

"She's still completely unconscious. It was just the left side of her face, so she'll be ready to walk again in maybe a month." Shoko motioned to the room. "You can see her though."

Maki nodded before stepping inside the small room to be greeted by the beeping of Nobara's heart rate in tune with her short breaths. She was hidden behind a thin white curtain that circled the small mattress she was propped up on. 

Nobara, usually so loud and sure of herself, was finally silent, curled into almost a small ball in the blankets. Most noticeably, the face she had always been so proud of was wrinkled like wilted flowers across her cheek, her scar almost akin to Maki's. Maki wondered if Nobara would embrace it like she did everything else about herself or if she'd treat it like a chipped nail. Either way, she knew Nobara would bounce back. She was still beautiful, nothing would change that. She grabbed her hand and stood by her bedside until she decided Nobara probably wouldn't want Maki to sit around and mope about her.

Training hadn't changed much besides her skin felt less like herself and more like a shell that strained her movement. She felt almost snakelike in the way that it restrained her, like she needed to shed. She hated it. She hit the small dummy harder than usual. Selfishly, she almost didn't want Nobara to get better. No, that was wrong. Maki just didn't want Nobara to change her view of her after seeing her like this. Would she stop defending her or wanting to hang out? Imagining a world where Nobara didn't immediately run to her in a room full of people had felt so far away but now it loomed in the distance like a deadline.

The dummy's head crumpled to the floor and the tiny grains that filled it filled the grass.

Another week of visiting Nobara and scenarios where they stopped talking flew by. Nothing really felt like it was changing because everyone was still reeling from the tragedy that spilled into their everyday lives. The more Maki mulled over her and Nobara's relationship the more she realized that she pretty much told the days apart based off of whether Nobara talked to her or not, like that she has one on one training with Panda on the same day that she would eat breakfast with Nobara and et cetera. It was silly of her, but without Nobara in her routine everything blended together.

Obviously, Maki visited Nobara in between training, even informing her on everything that had happened and how everyone else was recovering as if it would give Nobara good dreams. "—and Nanami's back is getting better. It'll scar too, so at least we won't be the only ones." Maki stood up and went to go talk to Shoko about when she thought Nobara would wake up.

"She might even be ready to train with the assisted group by the end of the week. I should have expected she'd heal even quicker than I thought. It's Nobara, after all." Shoko smiled like it was good news.

And it was. Or it should have been.

----˚ʚ♡ɞ˚----

All her other friends were there, all except the person Nobara thought of immediately upon regaining consciousness. "Where's Maki?"

Nobara spent her first day back wandering around Jujutsu High, asking around for Maki, despite Shoko's pleas that she rested and relearned how to walk for at least an hour. Because apparently, being out cold for a month made walking really hard. There's no better way to relearn how to do it than doing it, Nobara had argued.

Her legs didn't feel suited for moving just yet and her arms anchored her to the floor. She didn't care, she needed to see Maki again. What had happened to her during Shibuya? Was she okay? Horribly depressed?

"Hey, Inumaki." She called out to him, who was leaning against the wall outside the bedrooms. "Where's Maki?"

He stared at her for a little bit as he waited for Nobara to remember that questions that ventured beyond yes or no was a little out of his range. "Right." She mumbled. "Can you point to where she is, then?"

He turned around to reveal his missing arm.

"I am so sorry—"

Since Inumaki was no help, Nobara shuffled into the bedroom to hopefully find someone with a little more vocal range. Todo was sitting outside of Yuji and Megumi's room. Nobara couldn't say she exactly wanted to talk to him but he was bound to be at least a little more helpful. Hearing her footsteps, Todo turned around and waved to her—waved, with his stump of a hand. "Kugisaki, my brother is looking for you!"

"Did everyone lose a limb?"

Nobara prayed that Maki wasn't missing any more than a finger.

To her surprise, Todo wasn't helpful either.

Weeks passed without seeing Maki and Nobara was obviously worried. She had stopped by Maki's dorm a million times, but Maki was either out or had the door locked. Had it been anyone else, Nobara would have kicked the door down and demanded to know why she was being avoided, but it wasn't anyone else, it was Maki, and if she wanted privacy that's what Nobara would give her. But that also didn't mean that Nobara wasn't going to constantly glance around, hoping she'd catch a glance of Maki's gorgeous long black hair.

Was her hair still long, or did she lose that too? How was Nobara supposed to find her if she didn't even know what to look for? People said that Maki was a lot more… sensitive about her appearance now, only giving Nobara vague details that pulled the conclusion that Maki was somehow horribly deformed, to ugly to even talk about. Nobara thought about it late at night, "Is Maki really so ugly now that she thinks even I would shun her?" Maki, of all people had to know that Nobara would recognize her by her kind eyes and fed-up voice alone.

Maki, of all people, had to know that Nobara wouldn't care what she looked like.

Nobara could only stand the weeks without Maki because she was out like a nightlight, but now that she was awake every moment she was without her felt like an hour. Yuji and Megumi were tired of her randomly announcing how much she missed her.

It started to hurt a little bit that Maki had even resorted to skipping meals just so that her and Nobara wouldn't interact. The girl she liked starving herself just because she didn't want to see her was just a tad bit devastating.

Nobara knew Maki's schedule by heart, so she started getting lunch for Maki and leaving it outside of Maki's door when she knew she would be inside. Sometimes she'd slip a note under the door with it, maybe a napkin stained by her lipstick with "I miss you" written in perfect loops, or a full letter telling her about her day.

The main comfort that Nobara had was knowing that Maki wasn't going to keep it up forever. She'd either cave or Nobara would find her. That's what she thought until another week passed and she started to wonder whether Maki had dug secret tunnels underneath the school strictly to hide from Nobara.

On a particular rough night, Nobara walked across the hall and sat outside Maki's room. Maki was just across that wooden slab, probably sleeping peacefully while Nobara leaned her head against the hinges and held herself back from climbing in through the window. Then there was some shuffling from the other side of the door. Maybe Maki's using her secret tunnels. Nobara thought.

Then, "Nobara, I know you're out there."

Nobara couldn't help a tear slipping out. It had been a proper while since she had heard that beautiful, dry voice. "I miss you." There was a pregnant pause before Nobara continued. "I don't care what you look like, you know. I'm friends with Yuji, after all."

Maki's chuckle was muffled, but it was still Maki's chuckle. Nobara could picture her small smirk and crinkled eyes.

"I appreciate it."

"I don't want to pressure you or anything, I— I'd love to see you." Nobara's voice was quieter now.

She could hear Maki draw a breath in.

The door creaked open.

"You're stunning."

And she was, she always was. It was Maki, how could she not be stunning? Her hair was short now, and it hung over her face like it was hiding the dark scars that lashed from her eyes to her arms. They reminded her of tiger stripes, framing her dark eyes. Even scarred and "ugly", most of the people Nobara knew would kill to look like Maki.

"Don't get ahead of yourself—" Maki mumbled quietly, but Nobara couldn't hold back anymore, wrapping her in a tight hug.

"Nothings changed, Maki. I still love you."

Maki glanced away. "Don't tease me, I—"

"No, really, I really love you. I'd want to be with you no matter how you looked. I want to be with you. I never want to be apart from you." Nobara ran her fingers over Maki's lips, dry, and so, so, so, tempting. "Just give me the go ahead."

"You've always had it."

Their lips pressed against each other and their bodies soon closed the distance too. Nobara had imagined it so many times, really kissing her felt like fulfilling a prophecy. Scars were an afterthought, if they were a thought at all, because all she could think about was how right it felt, how perfect it all was. If Nobara had to lose an eye a million times for one second of this, she would.

When they pulled apart, Nobara whispered one last time, "You're beautiful."

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18+ mdni

wc — 1.2k

choso doesn't quite know how to ask for what he wants, especially when what he wants is you

when it didn't involve his brothers Choso was usually very closed off. he didn't really know how to properly communicate what he wanted—no matter how bad he wanted it.

ever since he started dating you, almost everything had been perfect. you were kind, you were beautiful, and you made him laugh during a time when he thought that he would only ever be happy around his brothers. something that you had also made him realize was that he was very horny. it wasn't like he couldn't acknowledge when he found someone attractive, he just never felt the need to have an intimate relationship with anyone. now he was with you and it was all he thought about while you were away.

never before did he have a problem with restraint, but now he couldn't help but beg when you pulled away from kisses early or denied him an orgasm.

it was just that he didn't know how to initiate it or ask whether you'd be willing because he'd never needed to ask for ... anything like that previously. and if he couldn't ask for it, he'd get you to. that was the plan, at least.

after a few very incriminating google searches, choso knew exactly how to seduce you. lay in bed, shirtless, leave a candle on the dresser and a rose on the kitchen counter.

when you got home you called out to him, "choso?" it wasn't like him to not answer immediately, so you started poking around the rooms. "babe—" you called, and then you opened the door to the bedroom. "babe."

he hadn't really thought of what he would do now. the plan was get everything ready, wait. you would... what? kiss him, strip him, tease him...

his face reddened. "um, hi."

"am I missing something?" you asked as you slipped off your shoes and bag by the door.

"w-well, I was thinking that we could— " he waited for you to do whatever you were going to do (hopefully something risqué) but you didn't, and his awkward smile turned into a tad insecure frown. "aren't you attracted to me right now?"

"I'm always attracted to you."

now he really needed you because he could feel your gaze burning from his face straight into his pants. "so, aren't you going to… do something about it? or something."

"or something." you chuckle.

"it's not funny, I'm embarrassed."

you sat down on the bed and he sat up in the hopes of looking that much less stupid. "that's the funny part."

he huffed out a laugh, reaching for your hand to pull close. he did what he always did and pressed as many kisses to your knuckles as he could in the time you would grant him. there was no use in acting like you didn't know what he wanted, but that didn't mean you wouldn't do it. "so what did you want to do? board games or something?"

biting his lip, he used your hand to lightly tug you closer on the bed to him. "come on, you know—"

"no, no, tell me." you smiled, gazing off to the ceiling. 

fuck, he wanted your attention, he wanted you looking at him, he wanted to hear you tease him or praise him or degrade him, you just had to acknowledge him.

"don't make me—"

"if you want it that bad you'll ask like a good boy."

he caved. "please, please, please, I just want you to…. can you pull my hair? no, touch me. kiss me first. please."

the ache in his pants was already unbearable he thought that he'd have to go into the bathroom to help himself if you said no. thankfully, you didn't.

with a sigh (as if you weren't enjoying this), you motioned for him to get closer so you could press a kiss to his lips. not even a few seconds of kissing passed before he needed more, so he tried to scoot closer, only for you to put a hand to his chest and keep him at an arms length. "ask first."

"pleaseplease, please please please—"

"when you get it, say thank you." you demanded softly.

he nodded quickly, which turned into muttered "thank you"'s into your mouth.

you put more of your weight on him to press him into the bed. "and your shirt is already off, maybe I should be the one thanking you." this caused a small whimper to escape from him and a few playful chides to escape from you as you slowly pushed his pants down.

bucking into your hand, he let out a few more pleas as you slowly formed a fist around him. the pleas weren't pleas anymore, they became desperate cries for more pressure, more friction, just "more!"

you didn't hesitate to pull you hand off at that. "what's the magic word, choso?"

"p-please." his bucking was frantic now and his eyes were glazed to match everywhere else. how could a man break out into such an intense sweat so fast? his chest heaved up and down faster than you stroked, which was impressive because you knew choso liked it faster.

(not faster exactly, more that he enjoyed the overstimulation that came with speed.)

your thumb circled the head, tracing the largest being that extended all the way down to wear it attached to his torso. the higher your hand went on his cock, the more intense his arch against it became so you had to push him down lower.

"calm, choso, calm." you smirked, "let's take deep breaths." when he inhaled, you stroked his length as he exhaled.

obviously, this didn't help his problem and he his gasps only got more raspy. "do-don't tease me. please."

"I could have sworn you asked for this." you whispered as you brought your hand back to the tip where you found his slit.

"fuck!" when you raised your eyebrows at him, he corrected himself. "i mean, thank you."

you smirked. "good, good job."

"really?" he bit his lip tight enough you were worried he could draw blood, so you used you other hand to pull his lips apart slightly.

"oh yes." you smiled while rewarding him with a slightly faster pace. "but don't hurt yourself, alright? suck on this if you need it."

he took it politely, biting down on your nail as he tried not to be too loud.

a few more slides of your hand up and down him, he came, which you aimed away from you and onto his chest. the remains of his pleasure slid up and down him, so you quickly used his pants to wipe it up, making him laugh despite the dazed expression swimming in his eyes. "thank you?" he mumbled.

"anytime, babe. but don't drip on our sheets."

he licked his lips slowly, looking around the room like he had just arrived there and was surprised to see you. "anytime?"

"yeah? choso, 'm not a prude or anything, i'm down for anything most nights. you didn't have to do… " you glanced at the burnt out candle sitting on the nightstand. "…any of this. just ask if you just want some action next time, k?"

"yeah… yeah." he thought for a moment. "in that case, can we go again?"

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I drew this Lucinda lavish for a fanfic ignore me

the amount of times I've drawn her is scary