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-> You don't like Han Jisung's girlfriend. He needs a new one.
nerd!jisung x fem!reader
strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, hurt / comfort, college!au, suggestive
warnings: reader has low self worth and a poor self image hidden behind shamelessness, infidelity, cursing, partial nudity, kissing, alcohol, suggestive comments and sexual themes, reader is an unreliable narrator, tba...
saying wanderer is "not the type to fall in love" goes against the laws of his existence.
wanderer's whole story revolves around how he has too much emotion, and how he feels too much.
he is doomed to fall in love.
he will deny it, over and over and over again. but he will be plagued by the feeling no matter what. Its like his very own curse. he will forever ache until he fully accepts that he's in love and has to go about his round about way of confessing it or just simply acknowledging it within himself.
but he is definitely be the type to fall in love.
It doesnt even have to be someone important or special, it could literally be a random in the akademiya that caught his eye one day bc they were being gentle with the birds outside - but i definitely see him falling for someone.
he wont say it or show it, but trust, it will kill him inside if he doesn't.
wanderer feels love just as hes felt heartbreak after each of his betrayals. though he doesnt want to fall in love in spite of his past, he will.
It was a rainy day, clouds hanging low, and it was unbelievably cold. You had been walking home from a long 7 hour shift in Chenyu Vale, walking home to your cramped apartment in Liyue Harbor. It was dark out by now, probably somewhere near Midnight. The walk is always long but you've been doing this for 5 years now, so your legs have long grown used to the distance.
Everything was going okay, until suddenly your umbrella was snatched out of our hand, rain water immediately got into your eyes making it difficult to see, you heard shuffling all around you and immediately reached to your waist to grab your sword. You blink the water out of your eyes to no avail, it was raining too hard.
“Who's there! I know how to use a sword!” You called out to the attackers. You hear shuffling behind you and go to whip around and swing, when someone in front of you grabbed your hands and kept them still. The person behind, grabbed your waist and held your body to themselves.
“Give us all your money if you want to live!” They yelled in my ear. Fear reaches your eyes as you squirm your body around, trying to get your hands free to use the sword.
“Hell no! Let go of me!” You yell, managing to break your arms free. You swing your sword at the people around you, frantically trying to gain distance. There were 3 guys, and they all came at you at once. Nocking your sword out of your hands, one of them kicks you down, the other grabs a rope to bind your hands. Last, they reach for your bag, taking all of your belongings. “Give that back!” You're practically in tears now, though they are all washed away from the rain water soaking you as you lay on the muddy ground, bound by the arms and legs.
“Drop it” A new voice yells, jumping in front of you. His stance was practiced, precise. He had bright ginger hair, and the prettiest jawline ever. He effortlessly knocked out the man with my bag, catching it before it reached the muddy floor. The other 2 men charged at him, only for this pretty stranger to dodge and take out his own weapon from thin air, which only vision wielders can do. As he twists and turns you notice the hydro vision very clear on his waist. So he's lucky… huh. When it is all over, the stranger walks over and offers his hand to you.
“Thank you.. For the help” You smile.
“Of course, I couldn't leave someone to die out here.” He laughs, handing you your bag. You take it gratefully. “Whats someone like you doing all the way out here so late?” the stranger asks. Waiting for you to answer, he scans your body. You were soaked head to toe, much like him. But you had burn marks on your wrists from the rope, and a gash in your side from the fall.
“Hm, walking home from work. Not much I can do about that.”
“Work? Where..” He said a little surprised.
“In Chenyu Vale. I live in Liyue Harbor though, its quite the daily walk” You laugh it off. He thinks for a moment.
“Ah, well i’m Childe. What should I call you?” He introduces. ‘Childe! What an interesting name..” You think.
“Im [Name], Nice to meet you Cilde, and thank you again for saving me” you bow. “You dont look like you're from around here though..”
“Shnezneya.” he confirms.
“Ah! That's where those Fatui come from…” You look down. He laughs.
“Yes it is. So, can I escort you home! I would feel bad to make you continue on your own while you're injured.” He asks, pointing to your wound. You look down at it finally, and in doing so unlock the pain, wincing immediately.
“Ah shoot..” You mutter while taking your bag to find your first aid kit. When you do you look around for any sort of shelter. Taking notice of a small cave, you point to it and suggest tending to the wound first. Childe agrees, and leads the way. When you arrive, you immediately take your shirt off and slip it onto a rock, sitting down to clean and patch your side.
“You're quite bold…” Childe mutters, looking for wood to light a fire.
“It will get in the way.” You say simply. Taking a q-tip and whipping at the mud. You sigh, working on yourself was hard, and takes a lot of courage to get your hands to move. The smell of burning met your nose suddenly, looking to the side where light was illuminating softly next to you, the ginger had lit a fire, perfect.
“Do you need help with that?” He asks you suddenly, pointing to your injury and shaky hands.
“Ah, yes please.. I will compensate you for your time once I'm home, by the way.” I say, handing him the supplies as he comes closer.
“Haha, no way. This is nothing but my choice, no need for compensation. Though, you could treat me to a meal? Call it a date??” He laughs. He brings his arms to gently tend to your wound, hands rough against your skin. It stings lightly, as he then bandages it up tightly.
“Hmm, that doesn't sound bad.” you think, wincing again when the fabric of the bandage meets the exposed flesh. You pick up your shirt from near the fire, and slip it back on, mud dry on it and flaking off. Your pants are close to dry too.
“Its a date then, tomorrow, you take work off and hang out with me. Ready to go?” he asks. You nod, grabbing your umbrella and opening it for the both of you to continue your walk home.
“Thank you again Childe.” You smile up to him, he looks down.
“Any time short-stack” He laughs, leading the way ahead to Liyue Harbor.
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Summary: Gojo's a whore, I’m not, we could never mix… at least I think so.
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Gojo Satoru. What a bitch, a fuckboy asshole… at least I'm pretty sure. I never see him with the same girl, those prissy bitches falling for his effortless charm, and then getting their hearts broken the next. NOT EVEN THE MEN WERE SAFE! This man was a WHORE… At least I think so. Look I've never talked to the guy, not even once. I mean, we've made eye contact from across the classroom before, him sending one of his sly smirks my way, but that's about it, and I’m glad to keep it that way.
FUCK my life, group project?! In this day and age? This is college, not middle school. Oh and the worst part about it…
“[Name], and Gojo.”
My heart sunk, me… and the man with a body count that has got to be in the hundreds. Hell no. No way.
“Miss, I don-” she shushed me right away and continued with assigning partners. When she was done, she waved us off to find our partner and start coming up with a plan for our project. I groaned out, my face falling to the table. “I can’t believe it…”. The shuffles of everyone moving seats were heard, but I made no effort to move myself. If Satoru Gojo was to be MY partner, he would have to come to me.
“Uh,hello!” An obnoxiously loud voice said from beside my table. I groaned again quietly, lifting my head to meet Gojo's eyes. He sent me a small smile, and lifted his hand to a short wave. “Im Goj-”
“I know.” I cut him off, “Everyone knows who you are…” He smirked a little.
“Is that so?” laughing, he sat his bag down before taking his seat next to me. “Well, we're partners! So, let's exchange contact information, we need to set up times and places to work on the project.” My eyes widened, no mindless flirting, and efficient work ethic? No, no, he's just putting on a face, I mean who wants to fail class.
“Ah, right… here” I hold out my phone for him to add his contact, sending himself a quick message to confirm. When the ding went off, he opened it up and added your contact. Looking at your phone, he had only put in his name, simple, easy. When I looked up from my phone he had already gotten his laptop and notebook out. Noticing this I quickly opened my laptop up. “Do you want to make the doc or do you want me to?” I asked.
“Ive got it, hold on.” He spoke, clicking a few buttons on his laptop. “Alright lets get started.”
So far, working with Gojo is nothing like I expected, it's been about a week and a half since we have started, and yes he does get interrupted by girls a lot… but he always dismisses them. It’s odd, seeing this person I know as a good for nothing fuckboy be a decent human being and contribute to the work. He's actually pretty funny too, once you get to know him. He sends sly remarks, teasing words… but none actually mean or too flirty. Currently, me and Gojo are working in my dorm on our assignment. My dorm is far more cozy, and I would prefer to not be in some guy's room. Everything was going fine, until Gojo got a message. I made a random comment, not really thinking.
“That one of your girlfriends waiting to fuck?” My laugh caught in my throat when I realized what I said. “I mean- uhm” He looked at me in confusion, his bright blue eyes squinting slightly. He parted his lips to speak, but nothing came out. “I'm sorry that was very out of pocket I shouldn't be bringing your personal affairs into this…” my voice was nothing more than a whisper at the end.
“It’s fine… but I don’t have a girlfriend, let alone multiple?”
“What.. but like I see you with a different girl like, every day! And you flirt with everyone!!” He laughed at that, causing me to flush pink. ‘ what was so funny..’
“Man, you crack me up” he breathed out through loud laughs. “Yes I flirt, but ive been single for a good while now.”
“So you lead all these girls on? Fuck them and then forget..?!” my eyes widened. He looked at me with horror in his eyes.
“Wha- no! What could ever make you think that… im..” He whispered the last part..
“Oh.. Ive always taken you as a fuckboy.. Sorry about that” I looked down, ashamed to have made so much up about this genuinely nice guy. Yes he always has a girl near him… but hes never done anything. I feel awful.
“Why would you! No ive never slept with someone in my life! This is the wildest thing-” my head whipped up to look at him.
“You're a vergin!?” I yelled, shock in my face. He looked at me then.
“I- no- well.. Yeah! But you are too!” This day could not get any wilder.
“No… I'm not? Gojo, why would you assume that!”
“Why would you assume I’m a whore?!”
“I’m sorry! You just act like one!” I’m practically crying now, so embarrassed as I shove my face in my hands. I'm about to spout out another string of apologies when he starts to laugh.
“Man this is hilarious… top 5 misunderstandings, that's for sure.” I look up at him, whipping my face of the little tears I shed.
“Dude how are you laughing, this is like the most embarrassing day of my life. I feel so bad!”
“It’s fine, I can get how you would think that.. And I'm sorry for assuming you were a Virgin, you seemed like the type to avoid that kind of stuff.”
I sighed. “Of course not, I’m just as surprised to find out you are!” He looked at me, then with the biggest stupidest smirk ever, said to me.
“You could change that” Good lord… what has this man done to me.
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You know that one guy who interviews random people in Japan until he becomes fluent in Japanese? Yeah… that’s basically you now. You’ve just moved to Japan for university, barely scraping by with the basics of the language, but you’re getting better, one awkward conversation at a time.
Which brings you to him.
You spot him on the street, tall, blindingly pretty, sunglasses perched on snowy hair. You muster the courage to ask for an interview for your language class project. Your Japanese is wobbly at best, but you’re determined. You bow politely, notebook clutched to your chest, and ask as clearly as you can.
Satoru points to himself, brows rising, then breaks into the biggest grin. “Me?” he asks, pointing a finger at his chest. “You wanna talk to me?”
He thinks you’re flirting. You think he’s just being nice.
But the interview begins, with him trying to answer in English to “help you,” and you fumbling your way through Japanese to “practice.” Neither of you fully understands the other, but there’s so much smiling and laughter that it hardly matters. Every other sentence is a soft "Eh?" or a giggly, “Ahhh! Wakaranai!”
Still, somehow, the conversation flows.
At the end, after you’ve closed your notebook and bowed in thanks, he looks at you, cheeks a little pink, and carefully says: “Ano… boku to… dēto shite kurenai…?”
The words come out a little fast, a little shy, almost like he’s scared he messed it up. Then, seeing your puzzled look, he switches to English with a hopeful little bounce: “Date! Da-te? You and me?”
And god, he’s so proud of himself. Beaming when you hand him your email. A tad bit confused why it's not your number but the man will take what he can get.
“happy father’s day,” you murmur, slipping your arms around gojo’s waist from behind.
he’s halfway through shoveling a spoonful of strawberry ice cream into his mouth and pauses mid-bite.
“huh?” he mumbles, turning slightly in your arms with a mouthful and furrowed brow. “baby, you know we don’t have kids, right? unless you’ve been hiding a baby somewhere i don’t know about?”
you roll your eyes. “i know, dumbass.”
he pouts. “so why’re you saying—”
you just point with your chin across the courtyard.
he follows your gaze.
there, lounging like a band of chaotic little gremlins, are yuuji, megumi, and nobara, bickering over popsicle flavors. maki’s sitting on the bench beside them, trying not to smile as panda pokes fun at toge for something, who just responds with a flat “salmon.”
satoru looks, then looks again.
then his eyes widen behind his sunglasses, lips parting just slightly. “oh.”
you nod. “yeah.”
he turns fully in your arms, ice cream long forgotten, the softest smile blooming across his face—bright and fond and achingly proud.
“they’re kids,” he says quietly, “they’re my little kids.”
“exactly,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “you taught them how to fight, how to survive. how to live. they’re still here because of you.”
he blinks a few times. doesn’t say anything.
just watches as yuuji leans back and laughs so hard he nearly tips over, megumi catching him by the collar without looking. nobara shoves them both and gets dragged into the pile.
maki shakes her head. panda sighs. toge just laughs.
a tiny, watery chuckle escapes satoru’s chest.
you nudge him gently. “you’re not just their sensei. you’re their… you know. their person.”
he leans into your forehead and breathes in slow. “you’re gonna make me cry,” he says, voice cracking a little.
“good,” you smile, wiping under his glasses.
he kisses you, sweet and slow, and then pulls back to yell at the kids, voice suddenly obnoxiously loud—
“hey! none of you got me a card?! what kind of disrespect—megumi, stop pretending you don’t care, you’re my grumpy little son—”
megumi groans. nobara throws a napkin at him. yuuji waves enthusiastically and screams, “HAPPY DAD’S DAY, SENSEI!”
and gojo beams so hard it looks like the sun broke loose from the sky and settled in his chest.
tori’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ i guess i’m a little late but happy father’s day gojo!! ily pls come back home
Disclaimer; the guys are all x fem reader in the photos!
Author; guys I’m in desperate need of requests pls send me anything so I’ll get out of my writers block
Satoru, G.
literally so obsessed with you
constantly bugs you when you arnt paying attention to him.
Buys you things that you asked for a long time ago and gives them to you out of nowhere 3 months later
He’s the one BEGGING you to play Roblox with him
Atleast one hand is touching you 24/7
He invites geto to hang out with you guys sometimes (thirdwheel asf)
will purposely poke you and then look away to make you giggle.
Toji, F.
Lowkey gets excited whenever you take a photo with him and then post it to your socials later.
DOES NOT let a man look at you for longer then 5 seconds without getting the hint that your taken.
He loves the dynamic you share, you just being pretty and he just follows you around like a gaurd dog.
He lets you use him however you’d like when the two of you are out shopping. (Ex. Forcing him to try on clothes, using him as a personal make up testing station, also if he’s not broke he becomes your personal wallet, body gaurd, hype man, etc.)
Has to have you on top of him when the two of you sleep/cuddle.
If he wakes up earlier then you, sometimes he will clean up the house or cook breakfast.
Megumi, F.
So painfully scared to show you physical affection because he thinks you won’t show any back.
Loves being around you and spending quality time with you.
Megumi always carries your purse,bag,groceries, everything. You have something in your hands? Nah he’s carrying it before you know it.
He’s constantly playing with your hair, convinced that it soothes his nerves after a tough day.
He talks about wanting to get a cat with you Atleast once a week
Note: Take a deep breath and prepare for what's about to unfold.
Also updating two days in a row is crazy work
Word count: ~1000
You’re happy that Hu Tao isn’t sick anymore, you really are. But if she says one more time how amazing it was to not go to classes and instead eat Xiangling’s delicious food under a pile of blankets while you were having a crisis with your brain being melted by the philosophy professor’s voice, you might actually lose it. Not even factoring in that you absolutely embarrassed yourself in front of another student. Great. Really.
Usually, attendance drops after the first lecture, but you doubt that’s going to happen in philosophy ⎯ no presentation slides, after all. As the two of you enter the lecture hall, your suspicions get confirmed. It’s just as full as during the first class.
You let out an irritated sigh, something you seem to do a lot in philosophy. Then you turn to your friend and lightly tug on her sleeve to get her attention.
“So… where do you wanna sit⎯”
She barely hears you though, not even looking in your direction. She stares off somewhere into the distance. Maybe she’s still a bit under the weather? As you open your mouth to check on her like any good friend would, she speaks up.
“Oh my god… XIAO??”
And…. she’s gone. Well. Not gone but bolted across the room to talk to some guy with turquoise streaks in his dark hair. He’s dressed in all black, with silver jewelry ⎯kinda emo, like he’s here purely for the incoming nihilism lessons.
You quickly follow after her.
“Hu Tao what the⎯“
Too late. She’s mid-conversation, then turns back to you like nothing happened. “Yn!! This is my childhood friend, Xiao!”
She energetically slaps his back. He nearly stumbles forward, no energy in his body or soul whatsoever. At least he doesn’t look uncomfortable, just guarded. But then again, that’s just the kind of expression you would expect from someone so… edgy looking.
He then speaks, flat voice, barely a flicker of expression.
“Nice to meet you.” Yeah. He definitely means it.
“Nice to meet you too”, you reply politely. You hope yours sounds more genuine than his. You don’t have a lot of time to worry about that though, since something else catches your eyes as you look over his shoulder.
…Oh no. FUCK. It’s him. The guy from last lecture. Standing right there.
You internally panic. What is that guy doing here??? Well, obviously attending the lecture, but why is he right here with Hu Tao’s childhood friend??? You pray to all the gods out there that he doesn’t notice you, the embarrassment would totally⎯
“That’s my friend, Scara.” FUCK. Xiao noticed your line of sight and gestured towards the guy from last lecture⎯ Scara apparently. And of course, he now looks at you. The smallest rise in the corner of his mouth, but not quite a smile. It’s like he’s trying not to have one.
Like he remembers you. Like he’s maybe a little amused.
You avoid his gaze. This was already too much for you and the lecture hasn’t even started.
Hu Tao pipes up. “Xiao, we should totally catch up!!”
And for once you’re so glad for Hu Tao’s sociableness. Not that you usually mind it. Sadly, before she can spiral into a full conversation, the lecture starts. Hu Tao sits down, Xiao beside her, listening to whatever she’s talking about. His friend takes the seat next to him. Which leaves… you at the very end. Next to Scara.
The professor starts rambling again and you pull out your notebook. Strictly taking notes. Nothing else. Your eyes don’t dare to leave the page. You’re not risking a glance at Scara, no way. Hu Tao’s not even pretending to pay attention— too busy “catching up”.
She’s not even aware of who’s sitting next to you, so you shoot her a text.
She eyes you from the other side of the row, a dangerous look on her face. She’s scheming. Hopefully she’ll forget whatever she’s plotting before the lecture ends. You have good chances, considering she’s passionately talking to Xiao and listening to the lecture half-heartedly.
You return to focus too, eyes back on the paper. Until something slides onto your desk.
It’s a piece of paper.
A note.
From him???
The two of you switch seats. Ah. Hu Tao and Xiao’s endless talking is a bit distracting when you’re sitting right next to them. You can hear her loud and clearly, going on and on about her friend Xiangling's cooking being soooo good and about her small business of selling bedazzled coffins, about anything to not think about the lecture, really.
In the corner of your eye you see Scara think for a second before adding something to the note. Chatty much.
As hard as it is to focus, the two of you fall back into listening to the professor. You keep taking notes, trying to make sense of the professors rambling. He, of course, doesn't. Though it looks like he's not particularly struggling, from what you catch with your⎯ hopefully subtle⎯ glances.
After class Hu Tao waves you over, her face at least a bit apologetic. She fiddles with her sleeve a bit before just bluntly asking what she needs.
“Girl, can you send me your notes again?” You sigh, but nod. This was already expected; you'll probably send her your notes every lecture since she has the work ethic of a kindergardener. She's the kind of student that needs an academic miracle, really.
The word 'notes' seemed to spark a bit of life into Xiao's expression. You might've confused him with a zombie if it wasn't for that. “You took notes?”
Right. He wasn't listening to the professor either. “Yeah?”
“Can I have yours from last lecture? Scara didn’t take any and I wasn’t there…”
What are you??? A charity? A slave? Whatever. Sure. You nod again, this time a bit more exasperated, though you try to suppress your displeased expression.
As Scara packs up his stuff, Hu Tao looks at you mischievously, she’s totally up to something. Your pure, generous heart, sharing your notes⎯ does that mean nothing to her? Your unending kindness in aiding her desperate (emo) friend in need⎯
“Yo Scara you should totally give yn your number so that she’ll stop bothering me about philo!!”
you freeze. what.
“sure.”
WHAT.
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summary⎯ It starts with a note in philosophy lecture. They sit together once, then again. Now they’re texting, sharing notes, and maybe something else they won’t admit. Minor in philosophy, major in denial.
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