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I used to have blue lock fanfics on Wattpad and it was like a 5 book series that I had planned but never wrote all five of them. So I was thinking maybeeee I could post them here???
Have you guys watched blue lock?? I'll have to rewatch it cause I have forgotten most of the stuff.
Streamer gumi
streamer gumiiiiiiiii is hereeeeeee
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I LOVE YOUR ACTOR GOJO SERIES!!!
Is it okay if you can make a streamer gumi fic cause yk ur 2k special 😛😛😛😛
Here you goooo streamer gumi 😋☝️
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caught in 1080p | megumi forgets to end his stream, accidentally revealing that he and Y/N are very much dating to twenty-three thousand viewers.
fushiguro megumi x reader . streamer au . art credits to owner
The stream had been going for nearly four hours. What had started as a casual collaboration between two streamers had somehow devolved into them spending half the broadcast bullying each other, a quarter of it accidentally revealing embarrassing stories, and the remaining portion actually playing the game they'd promised their viewers.
Not that anyone was complaining.
Megumi sat in front of his setup, shoulders slightly slumped as he leaned toward the microphone. Beside him, in a separate Discord call window, Y/N's laugh crackled through his headphones.
"You literally threw me off the map."
"I didn't."
"You absolutely did."
"You walked off."
"I walked off because you pushed me."
The grin tugging at the corner of Megumi's mouth was small but noticeable and the chat noticed immediately.
gojosglasses: HE'S SMILING AGAIN. nobaras_hammer: SCREENSHOT IT. yuji_eatsfingers: THAT'S HIS FIFTH SMILE TODAY. inumakisalmon: rare pokemon encounter.
Y/N laughed. "Okay, chat. I think that's enough evidence that Megumi is a menace."
Megumi rolled his eyes.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight, everyone."
Immediately, hearts and goodbye messages flooded both chats.
miwasimp: BYE Y/N!!!! sukuna_alt: stream tomorrow pls. choso_bigbro: W COLLAB. panda_supremacy: BEST STREAM EVER.
Y/N's icon disappeared from the call. The stream suddenly felt quieter. Megumi adjusted his headset. "Alright. Thanks for watching." The comments immediately sped up.
gojosglasses: DON'T LEAVE. yuji_eatsfingers: ONE MORE HOUR. maki_main: bedtime grandpa.
Megumi ignored them. And then there was a knock at his bedroom door. His eyes flickered toward it. Just for a second and then back to the camera.
nobaras_hammer: WHO'S AT THE DOOR. miwasimp: HELLO???
Megumi reached for his keyboard to the end the stream. "Okay. Goodnight."
Click.
Or at least he thought it was click. The stream software remained live. The bright red LIVE indicator sat quietly in the corner. Completely ignored. Megumi slid backward in his chair. His head fell against the headrest. A relieved sigh escaped him. "Yeah, I ended it."
The door burst open and Y/N practically launched herself into the room and the chat exploded.
She crossed the room in seconds before throwing her arms around his shoulders. Megumi barely had enough time to react before she settled comfortably onto his lap. "Finally."
Her face buried itself against his neck. The entire stream froze. Then detonated.
gojosglasses: WHAT. yuji_eatsfingers: WHAT THE FUCK. nobaras_hammer: EXCUSE ME????? maki_main: HELLO?????? sukuna_alt: THEY ARE DATING. miwasimp: THEY ARE DATING. choso_bigbro: THEY ARE DATING. inumakisalmon: THEY ARE DATING.
Megumi wrapped an arm around her waist automatically. Like he'd done it a thousand times before. Which somehow only made it worse. Or better. Depending on who was watching.
Y/N tilted her head up. "You're lucky your viewers can't see how smug you looked when you carried me."
"I wasn't smug."
"You were."
"I wasn't."
"You were."
Megumi looked away. Which was practically an admission.
Y/N immediately laughed. "See?"
"I hate you."
"You love me."
A pause.
"Unfortunately."
The chat somehow managed to move even faster.
gojosglasses: UNFORTUNATELY????? yuji_eatsfingers: THAT'S HIS GIRLFRIEND. nobaras_hammer: WE JUST WITNESSED A MARRIED COUPLE. maki_main: HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN HAPPENING.
Y/N leaned closer. "Oh? Unfortunately?"
"You know what I mean."
"I don't."
"You're annoying."
"And?"
He sighed. "And I like you."
"Wow."
She pressed a dramatic hand against her chest. "What a confession." Megumi pinched her side and she squeaked. The chat absolutely lost whatever sanity remained.
panda_supremacy: THEY LIVE TOGETHER. sukuna_alt: THEY LIVE TOGETHER. miwasimp: THEY LIVE TOGETHER. gojosglasses: THEY LIVE TOGETHER.
Y/N narrowed her eyes. "You know, I still can't believe what you said earlier."
"What?"
"'Don't jump there. You're bad at timing things.'"
"You are."
"That's rude."
"It was accurate."
"Rude."
"It was accurate."
"Rude."
"Accurate."
Y/N grabbed both sides of his face. Megumi immediately stopped talking. The chat somehow reached another level of hysteria.
yuji_eatsfingers: OH MY GOD. nobaras_hammer: I'M GOING TO THROW UP. choso_bigbro: EVERYONE SHUT UP.
Y/N smiled. "You talk a lot for someone who was texting me during stream."
His ears turned red immediately. "Oh?"
"'Come sit with me after.'"
Megumi groaned. "Don't quote my texts."
"'Miss you.'"
"Stop."
"'Hurry up.'"
"Y/N."
"'Want a hug.'"
She barely got the last word out before he pulled her closer and kissed her. The chat ceased functioning. Messages flew so quickly they became unreadable.
For a moment, everything else disappeared. It was soft and comfortable. The kind of kiss that came from familiarity rather than urgency. When they finally pulled apart, Y/N was smiling. Megumi immediately regretted it because she looked like she had ammunition now.
"You wanted a hug."
"Don't start."
"You missed me."
"Don't start."
"You sent three sad emojis."
"Y/N."
She laughed so hard she nearly slid out of the chair. Megumi caught her automatically. The chat witnessed this too.
maki_main: HE CAUGHT HER. gojosglasses: HE CAUGHT HER. yuji_eatsfingers: I'M DELETING MY ACCOUNT.
Y/N eventually settled back against him. Neither of them noticed the monitor. Neither of them noticed the thousands of viewers. Neither of them noticed the chat moving at lightspeed.
Until Y/N happened to glance toward the screen. Her smile slowly disappeared.
She blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then pointed.
"Megumi."
"Hm?"
"Why is the viewer count moving?"
Silence.
Megumi looked.
The chat looked back. A horrifying amount of messages greeted him.
yuji_eatsfingers: HE SAW US. gojosglasses: EVERYBODY ACT NATURAL. maki_main: 🧍 sukuna_alt: 🧍 nobaras_hammer: WE WERE NEVER HERE. choso_bigbro: GOOD EVENING ROOMMATES.
The room became completely silent. Y/N stared at the monitor. Megumi stared at the monitor. The monitor stared back.
She slowly turned toward him. "You ended the stream."
"I thought I did."
"You said you ended the stream."
"I thought I did."
"You kissed me on camera."
Megumi covered his face.
$100.00 "Congrats on the relationship reveal."
Another.
$50.00 "When's the wedding?"
Another.
$20.00 "Tell the landlord we said hi."
Y/N immediately started laughing. Not normal laughing. The kind where breathing became optional. The kind where tears started forming. The kind where she physically slid off his lap.
Megumi looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
gojosglasses: BEST STREAM EVER. yuji_eatsfingers: HARD LAUNCH. nobaras_hammer: THANKS FOR THE RELATIONSHIP REVEAL. sukuna_alt: W COUPLE.
After a long pause, he leaned toward the microphone. The chat immediately went silent. He looked directly into the camera. Completely deadpan.
"...Goodnight."
Then he finally ended the stream. For real this time.
STREAM ENDED Clip saved by 18,000 viewers.
do you ever feel like deleting all the posts, inbox asks, your accounts, everything and just restart 🧍♀️
cause I sure do feel like it.
HI ANGEL JUST SAW YOUR POST SO EXCITED U HAVE REQS OPEN EE!!! Can I pretty please ask for pathetic and whiny bf Reiner but also like he’s still dom? Like maybe he’s crying or something?? Idkkkk this could also work for choso I think but up to you!! Love your works
Hiiii!!! Here you go!!! Whiny Reiner gotta be my fav <33
one stupid meeting
one stupid meeting | a public scolding, an offended girlfriend, and a very distressed Reiner Braun.
reiner braun x reader . fluff . art credits to owner
Two years into the relationship, she would have never guessed that teasing Reiner could be this entertaining. It had started with something so small that it should have disappeared before the day was even over.
The meeting had been crowded. Every soldier assigned to the division had been present, packed shoulder to shoulder beneath the stale air of the briefing room. She had already been irritated long before it began. A previous disagreement with her senior had left her temper frayed, and unfortunately the next person who spoke to her had become the target of it.
Her voice had risen. Not enough to cause a scene, but enough to draw attention. The cadet was getting grilled by her over nothing. And that’s when Reiner had stepped in.
"That's enough." He said to her. Words spoken in front of everyone.
The room had fallen silent for half a second before continuing on as if nothing had happened. But she had seen the way several younger soldiers looked away awkwardly.
She had seen the embarrassment. And most importantly, Reiner had seen the glare she sent him. The moment the meeting ended, he knew. And by the time evening arrived, he looked like a man awaiting execution.
She sat on the edge of the bed in their shared room while pretending to read. The book had remained on the same page for nearly twenty minutes.
Across the room, Reiner paced. Then stopped. Then paced again. Then sighed. Then looked at her. Then immediately looked away when she refused to acknowledge him.
It was becoming increasingly difficult not to laugh. She knew she was wrong in the meeting but she would’ve appreciated if he corrected her in private. But where’s the fun in letting the situation go so easily?
"Are you still angry?"
She deliberately turned another page. The silence that followed was almost painful.
"Right," he muttered. "Yeah. Of course you are."
A few more minutes passed. Then she heard movement. When she glanced up, Reiner was kneeling in front of her. Actually kneeling. She nearly dropped the book. His large hands rested on his thighs. His shoulders looked tense enough to snap. There was something painfully earnest about the sight of a man built like Reiner Braun looking so utterly defeated.
"I shouldn't have done that."
She pressed her lips together.
"I know I was trying to stop the situation, but I shouldn't have spoken to you like that in front of everyone."
His voice grew quieter. "You told me before that you hated that."
The amusement slowly began to fade from her chest. Because he looked genuinely miserable. "I know I embarrassed you."
She remained silent.
A mistake.
Because she watched the worst possible conclusion form behind his eyes. His expression changed. The tension became something heavier. Something sadder.
His throat worked. "You don't have to forgive me."
Her stomach dropped.
Oh no.
She knew that look. The look that appeared whenever Reiner's insecurities started feeding on themselves. The look that transformed a tiny mistake into evidence that he had somehow ruined everything.
"Reiner..."
He lowered his head. "I know I'm difficult."
"Reiner."
"I know I mess things up." His voice cracked.
And suddenly she realized she had let the joke go on far too long. The book was abandoned immediately. "Reiner, wait."
When he finally looked up, her heart squeezed painfully.
His eyes were wet. Just enough to reveal how deeply he'd convinced himself that this was real.
"Hey."
She cupped his face. His jaw tightened beneath her palm. "I was messing with you."
He stared.
She smiled.
A little sheepishly. "A little too much, apparently."
He blinked and there was no reaction. Only disbelief. "You don't have to do that."
She frowned. "Do what?”
"Make excuses for me." The answer came so quickly that she almost laughed. Instead she groaned and let her forehead fall against his. "Oh, you idiot."
His arms immediately circled her waist. Like he needed physical proof she was still there. "You were actually upset."
"I was pretending."
"You were avoiding me."
"Because it was funny."
His stare suggested he found absolutely nothing funny about this situation. She couldn't help herself. A small laugh escaped. The wounded look he gave her only made it worse.
"I hate you."
"No, you don't."
"I really thought you were done with me."
Her laughter vanished instantly. Because he sounded completely serious. The confession sat heavily between them. He had genuinely believed it.
She brushed her thumb beneath his eye.
Softly.
Tenderly.
"I'm not done with you."
His gaze searched her face. Still unconvinced. Still uncertain. Still looking for cracks in her reassurance. Then something shifted. The insecurity remained.
But another side of Reiner emerged alongside it.
The side that appeared whenever he finally decided he needed certainty. His hand moved to her waist. "Kiss me."
She blinked.
"What?"
"Kiss me."
The request was immediate. The same man who had been seconds away from tears now watched her with quiet determination. "If you're really not angry."
A smile tugged at her mouth. "That's your test?"
His fingers tightened slightly against her side. "Yes."
The seriousness in his voice made her laugh. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips. Then another against his cheek. One against the corner of his jaw. Then his forehead, his eyelid.
Each one slower than the last.
Each one accompanied by a quiet reminder.
"I'm not angry."
Another kiss.
"I love you."
Another.
"You're ridiculous."
His shoulders gradually loosened. The tension finally leaving him.
She smiled and began pulling away. Only to stop. A large hand settled against the back of her head. The movement was so unexpected that her breath caught.
Reiner's eyes held hers. No uncertainty this time. No self-doubt. No hesitation. Only a quiet intensity that sent warmth rushing through her chest. And he pulled her in, crashing his lips onto her.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss like hers. His hand remained at the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. She made a surprised sound against his mouth. Not because he had kissed her. But because of the sudden contrast.
He lifted up from his knees and climbed onto the bed, gently but firmly pushing her backward until she had no choice but to brace herself against the mattress. The sudden shift stole the breath from her lungs.
A few minutes ago he had looked as though a single harsh word might have shattered him. Now he was hovering over her, broad shoulders blocking out the light, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her pulse stumble.
"Reiner..."
His name barely left her lips before he was kissing her again. One hand remained tangled in her hair while the other settled beside her, caging her in without truly trapping her. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, could hear the uneven rhythm of his breathing between each kiss.
When he finally pulled back, it wasn't far enough to escape him. Their foreheads touched. His eyes searched hers again. A small smile tugged at her lips. "You still don't believe me."
His jaw tightened. "No."
The honesty made her laugh softly. "You are unbelievable."
"I thought I lost you."
"You didn't."
His gaze flickered over her face. "Are you sure?"
The vulnerability in those three words struck her harder than any dramatic confession could have. Without thinking, she reached up and cupped his face.
"I'm sure."
Something softened inside him. She felt it happen. Saw it in his eyes. The tension he'd been carrying all evening finally beginning to unravel. For a moment he simply looked at her.
The way people looked at something precious after almost convincing themselves it was gone.
Her chest tightened.
"Hey," she whispered.
His eyes lifted.
"I love you."
The words left her so naturally that she didn't even think about them. Yet the effect on him was immediate. His expression faltered. Like he'd been struck directly in the heart. Then he lowered his head and buried his face against her shoulder.
A startled laugh escaped her. "Reiner?"
"You can't just say things like that."
"I literally say it all the time."
"Not when I've spent hours thinking you hate me."
The muffled complaint made her grin. Her fingers slid through his hair. "You're so dramatic."
"You made me this way."
"Oh, now it's my fault?"
"Yes."
The answer came far too quickly. She laughed again, and this time he finally joined her. The sound was quiet.
When he lifted his head, the heaviness that had haunted him earlier was gone. In its place was something softer. Something peaceful.
He pressed a final kiss against her forehead and rested there for a moment. Holding her. Listening to her laugh. Letting himself believe her.
And for the first time all evening, he looked completely certain that she wasn't going anywhere.
Congratulations on the 2k!!! You deserve it, I was wondering if you could do something like gojo with a reader who's from Europe or smt and despite the language barrier he still tries hitting on them and finds it cute when they don't understand?😭
Thank you!!! I know it's late, but I hope you like it!!!
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translation unavailable | neither of them speaks the other's language, but somehow they keep finding reasons to stay.
gojo satoru x reader . fluff . art credits to owner
The first thing she learned after arriving in Japan was that every language textbook she had ever studied had lied to her.
Not maliciously, of course. The books had tried their best. They had filled pages with polite conversations between imaginary students, carefully structured grammar exercises, and neat vocabulary lists accompanied by cheerful illustrations. They had taught her how to introduce herself, ask for directions, order food, and thank strangers for their help.
What they had failed to mention was that real people did not speak like textbook recordings.
Real people spoke fast.
Terrifyingly fast.
They swallowed syllables. They blended words together. They interrupted each other, changed topics halfway through sentences, and somehow expected everyone around them to keep up.
The result was that she spent most of her first few weeks in Tokyo feeling like she was constantly two steps behind every conversation.
Whenever someone spoke to her, she would recognize perhaps one word. Sometimes two if she was lucky. The rest became an incomprehensible blur of sounds that slipped through her fingers before she could catch them.
By the time she managed to process the beginning of a sentence, the speaker was already halfway through another one.
It was exhausting.
Humiliating.
And occasionally enough to make her want to bury her face in her hands.
Still, she was trying. She reminded herself of that every day. She had come all the way from France for this experience. She wasn't about to let a language barrier defeat her.
At least, that was what she told herself.
The second thing she learned was that somewhere in the middle of Tokyo existed a man who seemed completely immune to the concept of language barriers.
In fact, he appeared to find them entertaining.
She met him entirely by accident. At least, she assumed it had been an accident. Looking back later, she wasn't so sure. The afternoon had been cool and overcast, the kind of day where thick clouds covered the sky but never quite committed to raining.
She had been wandering near a train station, carrying a small tote bag over her shoulder and debating whether she wanted something warm to drink.
A vending machine stood near the sidewalk, bright and colorful against the dull gray surroundings. Under normal circumstances, choosing a drink would have taken less than a minute.
Unfortunately, she was not under normal circumstances.
She stood in front of the machine with increasing despair. Rows upon rows of colorful bottles stared back at her. Every label was covered in Japanese characters. Some bottles had pictures. Others did not. Some looked like tea. Others looked suspiciously like tea. Several looked identical. One might have been coffee. Another might have been soup.
At this point, she genuinely couldn't tell.
She squinted at a bottle.
Then another.
Then leaned slightly closer as though the labels might suddenly become readable through sheer determination.
Nothing happened.
With a sigh, she folded her arms and considered simply pressing a random button.
Maybe fate would decide her beverage for her.
It was while she was contemplating this highly questionable strategy that a voice suddenly spoke beside her. A rapid stream of Japanese washed over her before she even realized someone was standing there.
She startled so violently she nearly dropped her wallet. Her head snapped toward the source of the voice.
And immediately tilted upward.
Then upward again.
And somehow even higher.
The man standing beside her was absurdly tall. That was her first coherent thought. Her second was that his hair looked impossibly white. Like fresh snow under sunlight.
Dark sunglasses hid his eyes despite the cloudy weather, and there was something immediately strange about the easy confidence with which he occupied the space around him.
He stood as though the entire world belonged to him. As though he had never once doubted that people would pay attention when he spoke. And judging from the smile currently stretched across his face, he seemed completely unconcerned by the fact that she was staring at him in confusion.
He said something else. More Japanese. Just as fast. Just as incomprehensible.
She blinked.
Then blinked again.
Finally, she offered the only response she could.
"...Pardon?"
The man's smile widened. A spark of amusement flashed across his face. Then, to her complete bewilderment, he laughed. As though he had just discovered something unexpectedly entertaining.
She stared.
The man stared back.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then realization seemed to dawn on him.
A bright expression crossed his features. The kind people wore when they suddenly understood a situation. Unfortunately, whatever conclusion he had reached only appeared to amuse him more.
He said something else.
Still Japanese.
Still impossible to understand.
Still accompanied by that infuriatingly pleased smile.
She rubbed her forehead. "English?" she tried hopefully. Though her English wasn't great, but she couldn't expect him to speak in French.
Instantly, his expression brightened.
"Ah!"
Relief surged through her.
Finally.
Someone who spoke English.
Or at least understood it.
She could work with that.
The stranger pointed dramatically at himself.
"Gojo Satoru."
She blinked.
Then nodded.
Right.
Names.
That she could do.
"Y/N."
The smile he gave her in return was oddly triumphant. As though learning her name had somehow been a victory.
Then he pointed toward her.
"Kawaii."
Silence.
She stared.
Gojo stared back.
The silence stretched longer.
"...Oui?"
The reaction was immediate.
Gojo doubled over laughing. Actually doubled over. One hand pressed against his stomach while the other covered his mouth in a completely unsuccessful attempt to contain himself.
She remained frozen.
Her confusion only deepened. Had she answered incorrectly? Was there a question? Had she accidentally agreed to something? Was she being insulted? Complimented? Threatened? She had absolutely no idea.
And judging from the tears gathering at the corners of Gojo's eyes from laughing so hard, she suspected she wasn't going to get an explanation anytime soon.
Looking back later, she would realize that moment should have served as a warning. A very clear warning. Because somehow, against all logic and reason, that bizarre encounter was only the beginning.
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Over the following weeks, Gojo seemed to appear everywhere. At cafés, bookstores, near train stations, outside bakeries. Once, somehow, at a flower market she had wandered into by complete accident.
By the sixth encounter, she was convinced he was following her.
When she attempted to communicate this suspicion through a combination of broken English and exaggerated gestures, Gojo listened attentively before placing a hand over his heart and saying something in Japanese while smiling at her.
She narrowed her eyes. "You are suspicious."
Gojo pointed at himself. Then at her. Then made a heart shape with his hands.
She blinked. "What?"
His grin widened.
"Oh no."
She pointed accusingly at him.
"You are definitely suspicious."
The only response she received was laughter. The worst part was that he never seemed discouraged by the language barrier. If anything, it encouraged him.
Every time they met, he would immediately begin talking to her. Not slowly. Not carefully. Not with simple words.
No.
Gojo spoke to her exactly as though she were fluent.
He would launch into entire stories while walking beside her, gesturing dramatically and occasionally looking offended by events she could not understand.
She would stare at him helplessly. Then answer in French. Neither of them understood a thing but neither of them stopped.
One afternoon, they ended up sharing a table at a small café. She had been trying to read a menu when Gojo suddenly leaned forward and said something.
His tone sounded suspiciously smooth. Very suspiciously smooth.
She narrowed her eyes. "What did you say?"
Gojo smiled innocently. Then repeated the sentence. It sounded exactly as incomprehensible as before. She sighed dramatically before pulling out her phone. Gojo immediately looked interested.
She opened a translation app and shoved it toward him.
His smile faltered.
Just slightly.
"Repeat it," she said.
Gojo stared at the screen.
Then at her.
Then back at the screen.
Slowly, a mischievous grin spread across his face. He leaned toward the phone. The app translated his words.
You have excellent taste in coffee.
She stared.
Then she stared harder.
Then she pointed at him. "No."
Gojo blinked. "No?"
"That is not what you said."
His grin widened.
She smacked his arm.
Gojo immediately dissolved into laughter.
"You absolutely said something else!"
His shoulders shook.
The translation app remained between them. After a moment, he leaned toward it again. This time the translated text appeared on the screen.
You are very beautiful when you are annoyed.
She froze.
Gojo looked entirely too pleased with himself.
She smacked him again.
His laughter echoed through the café.
After that, the translation app became dangerous. Whenever she pulled it out, Gojo treated it like a game. He would say something outrageous. She would demand a translation. He would deliberately translate something completely different.
Then she would catch him because his expression gave him away every single time.
One afternoon, while they were walking through a shopping district, he pointed toward a jewelry store window and said something. She immediately pulled out her phone.
Gojo sighed dramatically. The translated text appeared.
That necklace would look pretty on you.
She looked at him suspiciously. "That one was real, wasn't it?"
Gojo smiled.
The silence was answer enough.
For some reason, her face grew warm.
Another time, they sat beneath cherry trees while petals drifted lazily through the air around them. Gojo had somehow convinced a small child to give him a flower.
The child had run away immediately afterward. Gojo turned and tucked the flower behind her ear. The gesture was unexpectedly gentle.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then he said something softly. She immediately reached for her phone.
Gojo groaned. The translated text appeared.
Pretty.
She stared at the screen. Then at him. Then back at the screen. For once, he wasn't laughing. The warmth in her cheeks returned.
Gojo noticed instantly.
Of course he did.
His grin returned immediately.
Weeks passed like that.
Somehow, despite barely understanding each other, they grew closer. She learned that Gojo laughed with his entire body. She learned that he loved sweets. She learned that he became ridiculously pleased whenever she managed to understand even a single Japanese word.
Gojo learned that she always stopped to look at flowers. He learned that she absentmindedly hummed when she was happy. He learned that her eyes lit up whenever she talked about home, even if he couldn't understand a single sentence.
Neither of them knew exactly when these meetings became something they looked forward to. They simply did.
One evening, they met in a park just before sunset.
The sky glowed with shades of gold and pink. The pathways were bathed in warm light, and the air carried the gentle coolness of approaching night.
They sat together on a bench beneath a tree. For a while, they simply talked. Or at least, they attempted to.
She spoke in French.
Gojo spoke in Japanese.
Neither understood the other. Yet somehow the conversation flowed effortlessly. She found herself telling him about her childhood. About rainy afternoons spent reading by windows. About family dinners. About the little bakery near her apartment back home.
Gojo listened attentively. Then he responded with something in Japanese. His voice was warm. Comforting. She had no idea what he was saying.
Still, she smiled.
The sun slowly dipped lower. Golden light painted everything around them.
For once, Gojo seemed unusually quiet. She noticed him glancing at her several times.
Each time, he looked away when she caught him. It was strangely endearing. Eventually, he reached into his pocket.
She immediately laughed.
"Another lie?"
Gojo placed a hand over his heart as though wounded.
Then he pulled out his phone. The translation app.
She blinked.
That was new. He never pulled out a translation app, it was always her doing it. Gojo looked down at the screen for a moment. For the first time since she had met him, he seemed nervous. Actually nervous.
The realization startled her. He typed something. Deleted it. Typed again. Deleted it again.
She watched quietly.
Finally, he took a breath and handed her the phone. The translated text glowed softly against the screen.
I know almost nothing about your language. You know almost nothing about mine. But every time I see you, my day becomes better.
She felt her heart skip. Gojo was watching her carefully now. No teasing. No jokes. Just sincerity.
She looked back down.
Another line appeared.
I think I started looking for excuses to meet you a long time ago.
A laugh escaped her before she could stop it. "I knew it."
Gojo smiled sheepishly.
Then he typed one final sentence. This time, his fingers hesitated. When he handed the phone back, she felt her pulse quicken.
The screen read:
I like you very much. Would you let me keep talking to you, even if neither of us understands anything?
For a moment, she simply stared. Then she laughed. Not because it was funny. Because it was so perfectly them. She took the phone from his hands and typed her response.
Gojo watched nervously. When she handed it back, he looked down.
The translated text read:
Only if you stop lying on the translation app.
Gojo groaned dramatically. She laughed. Then she quickly typed another sentence before she could lose her courage.
His eyes widened as he read it.
I like you too.
For perhaps the first time in his life, Gojo Satoru looked completely speechless. The sunset painted the world gold around them.
She smiled.
Then she leaned her head against his shoulder. A second later, she felt him smile too. Neither of them spoke.
There was no need.
After all, they had never been particularly good at understanding each other's words.
Somehow, that had never stopped them from understanding everything else.
a/n - that was cute right? :(
Guys guess who started rewatching Naruto and now feels like writing fics for my first loves.
But you will do the request right? When you fell better! I was really looking forward to all your 2k request 😊
yeah I will be doing all the requests eventually, it's just that I don't feel like doing it at the moment 😭😭
BETWEEN WORLDS
in which two friends sign up for the beta testing of a virtual reality game that allows players to enter fictional worlds. Every world gives them a new identity. The only problem is that neither of them know how to act normal around their favorite characters. And somehow, things inside the game are starting to feel a little too real.
PROLOGUE
The shrill sound of her alarm cut through the quiet room at exactly seven in the morning. Her hand immediately reached out from beneath the blanket, blindly searching across the side table until her fingers smacked against her phone hard enough to nearly knock it onto the floor. She caught it at the last second with a sleepy curse and squinted at the glowing screen.
7:01 AM.
With a groan, she turned the alarm off and dropped the phone onto her chest before sinking deeper into the mattress. The room was still dim, washed in pale morning light leaking through the thin gap between the curtains. Somewhere outside, traffic murmured faintly beneath the distant sound of construction and barking dogs.
For a few blissful seconds, she considered going back to sleep. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before giving in to temptation and unlocking her screen.
A terrible decision, honestly.
Every night she promised herself she would stop doomscrolling the second she woke up and every morning she failed with impressive consistency. Instagram came first. Then messages. Then Pinterest. Then a twenty second detour into an anime theory thread she absolutely did not have the energy for this early in the day.
One of Ivy’s texts from three in the morning sat near the top of the notifications.
THIS SCENE WAS SO COOL WTF?!
She snorted quietly through her nose. Another ten minutes disappeared before Y/N finally forced herself out of bed. The cold floor made her wince instantly as she shuffled toward the bathroom.
She tied her hair up loosely and started brushing her teeth while staring blankly into the mirror. Her brain still hadn’t fully loaded yet. She was halfway through mentally planning whether she could skip her afternoon lecture without consequences when realization hit her.
Ivy.
A deep sigh escaped her around the toothbrush.
Right.
The daily ritual.
Still brushing her teeth, she walked down the hallway and pushed open Ivy’s bedroom door and was greeted with pitch darkness. The curtains were completely shut, the room cold enough to preserve organs, and somewhere beneath an aggressively oversized blanket lay the vague shape of her roommate.
Honestly, Ivy slept like she was preparing for a decade-long hibernation cycle.
“Ivy.”
No movement.
She walked closer. “Ivy, get up.”
A low groan emerged from the blanket mound. “No.”
“We have class.”
“No we don’t.”
Y/N leaned against the doorframe. “Wake up in 10 minutes, ok?”
“yeah… just 15 minutes,” Ivy mumbled into the pillow. “I’m up.”
Y/N stepped forward and grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it away in one smooth motion. Ivy let out a horrified gasp and curled into herself instantly. “You actual monster.”
“Get up.”
“Y/N!! I said 15 minutes!” Ivy squinted up at her with sleepy betrayal written all over her face. Her hair looked insane. “One day I’m replacing you with someone kinder.”
“We both know you wouldn’t.”
“I will one day.”
Ivy groaned dramatically and flopped face-first back onto the mattress.
She pointed toward the bathroom. “Ten minutes.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll spoil One Piece.”
That got her attention immediately. Ivy’s head snapped up so fast it was honestly impressive. “You wouldn’t dare.”
She smiled sweetly. “Try me.”
Twenty minutes later, the apartment smelled faintly of toasted bread and coffee.
The TV played quietly in the background while Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch with a plate balanced on her lap. Across from her, Ivy looked barely alive despite now technically being awake.
One Piece continued playing in the background, colorful light flickering across the living room walls while the tension in Sabaody steadily built. Y/N had been waiting for this arc. Specifically, she had been waiting for Ivy to reach this arc.
Watching someone experience scenes you already loved was strangely addictive. Y/N had rewatched entire shows just to see Ivy react to them in real time. It felt less like rewatching and more like reliving something through another person.
And right now, she was practically vibrating with anticipation.
“Oh, this part is insane,” she muttered.
Ivy narrowed her eyes suspiciously without looking away from the screen. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“Just watch.”
“No, because every time you say that somebody ends up traumatized.”
Y/N took a bite of toast to hide her grin. Onscreen, Charlos continued speaking and the atmosphere shifted and Luffy punched him. The impact landed with a deafening crack. For a second, the entire room felt still. Ivy stared at the TV in complete silence.
Y/N immediately grabbed her arm. “RIGHT?”
“Oh my God.”
“RIGHT?”
“He actually folded him.”
“I KNOW.” Y/N was nearly yelling now. “The first time I watched this scene I literally had to pause the episode and walk around my room.”
“That was insane.”
“The buildup. The silence beforehand. The punch itself.” Y/N pointed aggressively toward the TV like she personally storyboarded the entire sequence. “Cinema.”
The episode continued while they got ready around the apartment. Y/N disappeared into her room to grab her bag while Ivy remained glued to the couch, attention completely hijacked by the screen. A few minutes later, she walked back into the living room while brushing her hair.
That was when Ivy spoke again.
“Damn,” she said thoughtfully. “Law’s actually cool.”
Y/N froze mid-motion.
Slowly, she lowered her hands. “No.”
Ivy looked over. “What?”
“No, no. We are not doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“You are not allowed to switch up on Law now.”
Ivy frowned. “Why?”
Y/N stared at her in disbelief. “Do you seriously not remember the first thing you said about him?”
Ivy blinked once.
Then realization hit.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.”
Months ago, Y/N had shown her a picture of Trafalgar Law with the excitement of someone introducing a friend to greatness.
Ivy’s immediate response had been. “He doesn’t look that special.”
Y/N had almost disowned her on the spot.
“That was before I knew he had cool powers,” Ivy defended.
Y/N opened her mouth and paused. Then pointed at her accusingly instead. “You’re being a hypocrite.”
“I’m just saying, the room ability is cool.”
“Oh, so NOW you see the vision.”
“I didn’t know he was like that.”
Y/N collapsed dramatically against the couch cushions. “I should’ve gatekept one piece from you.”
By the time they finally left the apartment, they were running late enough that neither of them bothered pretending otherwise. The campus streets buzzed with movement around them. Students crossed intersections in large groups while music drifted faintly from passing cars. Someone skateboarded recklessly down the sidewalk nearby, nearly crashing into a cyclist.
Ivy walked beside Y/N while scrolling through her phone.
“I’m just saying,” she continued, still stuck on the previous conversation, “Law has aura.”
“You don’t even know his backstory yet.”
“I don’t need context to recognize greatness.”
The conversation dissolved naturally after that, shifting from anime to assignments to random campus gossip before circling right back into fictional nonsense again. It always did.
Eventually Ivy sighed heavily while staring ahead at the crowded university buildings. “You ever think our lives are painfully boring?”
Y/N looked at her knowingly. “You ask this every semester.”
“Because every semester proves me right.”
Students passed them constantly, rushing toward lectures with headphones on and coffee cups in hand. Everything around them felt repetitive in the way routines often did after too long.
Wake up. Class. Assignments. Sleep deprivation. Repeat.
Meanwhile fictional worlds had adventure. Stakes. Power systems. Ridiculous emotional speeches. Dramatic entrances.
Ivy shoved her hands into her hoodie pockets. “Like imagine waking up and your biggest concern is surviving curses or finding treasure or fighting demons.”
“You would die in the first week.”
“Yeah same goes to you.”
Y/N gave her a look and then laughed. “Fiction just feels so much better sometimes.”
“Exactly.”
“Everything there matters more.”
“The friendships are cooler. The worlds are cooler. Even the suffering has aesthetic lighting.”
There was something addictive about fictional worlds. The idea that somewhere out there existed adventures capable of changing people completely. Stories where ordinary lives suddenly became extraordinary. Sometimes real life felt painfully small in comparison.
Neither of them noticed the massive digital billboard near the campus entrance until the screen abruptly flickered. Bright colors exploded across the display. Students nearby slowed instinctively.
A voice echoed overhead. “Ever wished you could live inside your favorite fictional world?”
Y/N and Ivy both looked up immediately.
The advertisement unfolded like a movie trailer. Towering fantasy cities appeared beside futuristic skylines. Anime-style battles flashed across the screen alongside magical forests, spaceships, ancient ruins, oceans split by massive ships.
Then silver letters appeared across the center.
BETWEEN WORLDS ONLINE
Experience fiction beyond imagination.
Ivy slowed to a complete stop.
The trailer continued.
“Explore worlds inspired by beloved stories, genres, and adventures through the world’s first fully immersive virtual reality system.”
The visuals shifted rapidly between players stepping through glowing portals into entirely different universes.
“Forge your own narrative.”
“Build connections.”
“Change the story.”
Y/N felt herself staring a little too hard at the screen.
Then came the final line.
“Applications for exclusive beta testing are now open.”
A QR code flashed across the billboard.
Limited spots available.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Ivy grabbed Y/N’s arm hard enough to almost yank her sideways. “We’re signing up.”
Y/N was already pulling out her phone. “Yeah,” she said, unable to stop smiling. “Obviously.”
Three days later, the atmosphere inside the apartment felt strangely charged.
Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch with her laptop balanced against her knees, though she had reread the same paragraph at least six times without processing a single word. Across the living room, Ivy paced near the window like an impatient cat, pulling the curtains aside every few minutes to look down at the street below.
“They said it would arrive before six.”
Y/N didn’t look up from her screen. “It’s literally four-thirty.”
“And?”
“And normal people don’t start losing their minds an hour and a half early.”
Ivy turned dramatically. “You say that like you’re calm right now.”
Y/N finally glanced up.
Okay. Fair point.
She absolutely was not calm.
The acceptance email from Between Worlds Online had arrived two nights ago. Both of them had screamed loud enough for their downstairs neighbor to bang on the ceiling in annoyance.
Out of millions of applicants, they had somehow both been selected for beta testing. Even now, it still didn’t feel fully real. The official email had been sleek and suspiciously secretive, full of polished corporate language about “immersive narrative integration technology” and “next generation virtual reality experiences.”
There had also been a very aggressive NDA attached.
Ivy had signed it in under thirty seconds.
Y/N had at least pretended to read it first.
The game company itself barely existed online. That was the weirdest part. Despite the budget clearly poured into advertising, there was almost no information about the developers beyond vague interviews and promotional trailers.
Naturally, this only made the whole thing more exciting.
“You know what I still don’t understand?” Ivy said, dropping onto the couch beside her. “How is this game even possible?”
Y/N closed her laptop halfway. “What do you mean?”
“The realism.” Ivy gestured vaguely with her hands. “Like the trailer looked insane. There’s no way current VR technology is that advanced.”
“Yeah… but who knows?” Y/N laughed softly.
The apartment around them was unusually clean for once, mostly because both of them had spent the entire morning stress-cleaning to burn nervous energy. Empty snack wrappers littered the coffee table anyway, undoing most of the effort.
Ivy leaned back against the couch cushions with a sigh. “What world are you picking first?”
“JJK.”
“That was immediate.”
“I’ve had my answer prepared since the trailer dropped.”
“You’d die in JJK.”
“I will get to see Gojo so I won’t mind dying.”
Ivy considered that. “Fair.”
Y/N pulled her legs closer against her chest. “What about you?”
“We’ll go together, so if you go to JJK, then I will as well.”
“Just stay from Gojo then.”
Ivy gasped. “Why?!”
“Because I knew him first.”
Before Ivy could respond, the sharp sound of the doorbell echoed through the apartment.
Both of them froze instantly.
Silence.
Then Ivy slowly turned toward her. “No way.”
Y/N was already sitting up straighter. “Wait, wait, wait.”
The doorbell rang again and that was all it took. The two of them launched off the couch at the exact same time, immediately colliding into each other halfway across the living room.
“Ow. Move.”
“You move.”
“You’re literally elbowing me.”
“Because you’re in the way.”
They nearly tripped over themselves rushing toward the front door, pure excitement overriding all coordination. Ivy got there first and yanked the door open so quickly it almost bounced back off the wall.
A delivery man stood outside holding two large black boxes stacked in his arms.
“Package for...” He glanced down at the label. “Y/N and Ivy?”
Neither of them answered immediately.
Because the boxes looked nothing like normal gaming equipment.
The packaging was sleek matte black with thin silver detailing running along the edges like circuitry. At the center of each box sat the Between Worlds logo glowing faintly beneath the apartment hallway lights.
It looked expensive.
Dangerously expensive.
Ivy recovered first. “Yeah. That’s us.”
The delivery man handed over an electronic pad for signatures. “Need both of you to sign.” Y/N quickly scribbled her name while Ivy practically vibrated beside her. The moment the door shut behind them, Ivy let out an unholy scream.
“Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD.”
Y/N stared at the boxes sitting in the middle of the living room floor. A strange feeling settled in her chest. Excitement, obviously. But something else too. Something nervous.
The Between Worlds logo reflected faintly beneath the warm apartment lights, sharp silver lines glowing against black packaging.
For some reason, it didn’t feel like they had just bought a game. It felt like they had opened a door. The boxes were opened in under thirty seconds.
Most of that time was spent arguing.
“Don’t rip it.”
“I’m not ripping it.”
“You’re literally ripping it.”
“It’s tape, Y/N. It’s not sacred.”
Y/N shoved Ivy’s hands away before carefully peeling back the packaging herself. “You have zero patience.”
“And you open boxes like you’re defusing bombs.”
“That’s because some of us respect expensive technology.”
Ivy snorted and immediately reached for the smaller compartment inside before Y/N smacked her hand away again.
“Wait.”
“Oh my God.”
“There’s probably instructions.”
“Instructions are a suggestion.”
“That mindset is why warning labels exist.”
Inside the box sat a sleek black headset unlike anything either of them had seen before. It was lighter than expected, smooth around the edges with silver detailing running across the surface in faint glowing lines. Beside it rested two thin wristbands and a compact booklet labeled:
BETWEEN WORLDS ONLINE USER SYNCHRONIZATION GUIDE
Ivy dropped dramatically onto the couch. “That already sounds suspiciously dystopian.”
Y/N ignored her and flipped open the manual.
The pages were surprisingly minimalistic. Simple diagrams. Smooth silver text. No company branding beyond the logo printed faintly at the bottom corner of each page.
“Okay,” Y/N said slowly. “It says the headset scans neural activity to create immersive synchronization.”
“That sounds fake.”
“It also says not to forcefully disconnect during active integration.”
Ivy paused. “Actually wait. Read that part again.”
Y/N continued scanning the page.
“Users may experience temporary sensory disorientation during initial synchronization phase.”
“That definitely sounds fake.”
“Everything about this sounds fake.”
Despite that, excitement buzzed beneath every word. Y/N could feel it in the room. That restless anticipation hanging between them, growing stronger the closer they got to actually trying the game.
“Alright,” she continued, flipping to the next page. “We need to sit somewhere comfortable.”
Ivy immediately stretched across the couch horizontally. “Done.”
“You look deceased.”
“I’m immersing myself.”
Y/N sat beside her and continued reading. “Relax your posture. Avoid sudden movement during synchronization. Keep eyes closed until initialization completes.”
Y/N picked up the headset carefully before settling back against the couch cushions. Up close, the device looked even stranger. Tiny silver lines pulsed faintly beneath the surface like moving circuitry.
“This genuinely feels like sci-fi,” Ivy murmured.
“Yeah.”
For the first time since the package arrived, both of them fell momentarily quiet. Because this was it. After days of obsessing over trailers and theories and imagining what the game would look like, they were actually about to enter it.
Y/N slid the headset over her eyes. Darkness swallowed her vision instantly. Beside her, she heard Ivy shifting around on the couch.
“You ready?”
“No,” Y/N admitted honestly.
“Same.”
Then everything disappeared. For one terrifying second, Y/N felt weightless.
Not dizzy.
Not falling.
Just... light.
A pulse of light burst behind her closed eyes.
Then another.
The darkness around her slowly cracked apart into glowing silver fragments that drifted weightlessly through empty space. It looked like shattered stars suspended in an endless void. Soft music echoed somewhere in the distance, low and cinematic, vibrating through the air around her like the opening scene of a movie.
Y/N opened her eyes.
And forgot how to breathe for a second.
She stood in the middle of an enormous space that looked endless in every direction.
The ground beneath her feet resembled glass reflecting galaxies beneath its surface. Above her stretched an infinite sky swirling with shifting colors, constellations moving slowly across the darkness like living things. Massive rings of glowing light rotated silently in the distance, layered over one another like celestial machinery.
It didn’t feel like a game.
It felt impossible.
A holographic screen materialized in front of her in a burst of silver particles.
WELCOME TO BETWEEN WORLDS ONLINE INITIALIZING USER PROFILE
Y/N stared openly.
“Oh my God.”
Her own voice echoed faintly through the space.
Another screen appeared.
CREATE USERNAME
A glowing keyboard unfolded beneath the text. Y/N hesitated for a moment before typing her usual username.
The system paused briefly.
USERNAME ACCEPTED
Before she could process how absurdly smooth the interface looked, another menu appeared.
FRIEND SYNCHRONIZATION AVAILABLE ADD USER?
“Oh right.” Y/N looked around instinctively despite knowing Ivy wasn’t there. “Ivy? Can you hear me?”
“Oh yeah! I can hear you.”
“What’s your username?”
Ivy shouted back her username and Y/N typed it into the screen and sent the request. A notification sound chimed beside her ear. A translucent chat window popped into existence.
[ivystorm has accepted your request.]
The holographic screen shifted again almost instantly.
CO-OP MODE AVAILABLE INVITE PLAYER?
Y/N selected yes without hesitation. For a second, nothing happened. Then silver light gathered beside her, swirling rapidly into shape. A familiar figure materialized out of the particles. Ivy appeared mid-spin before nearly stumbling forward. “WOAH.”
Y/N immediately burst into laughter.
“This is insane.”
Ivy looked around with wide eyes, slowly turning in circles beneath the endless cosmic sky. “No, because why does this feel real?”
“I KNOW.”
The two of them stood there staring around like children entering another universe for the first time. Which, honestly, wasn’t far from the truth. Another massive holographic screen appeared before them.
SELECT WORLD
The display expanded outward instantly.
Rows upon rows of glowing titles stretched endlessly into the distance. Anime. Movies. Shows. Games. Fantasy worlds. Sci-fi universes.
Everything.
Y/N physically grabbed Ivy’s arm. “Oh my God.”
“I can’t breathe.”
Titles flashed before them as they scrolled.
Harry Potter.
Marvel.
Naruto.
Attack on Titan.
Tokyo Ghoul.
The Witcher.
Demon Slayer.
Berserk.
Both of them stopped immediately. “No,” Ivy said instantly.
“Absolutely not,” Y/N agreed.
“I enjoy living mentally stable.”
“That world would traumatize us permanently.”
They skipped past Berserk with impressive speed. More worlds appeared.
Jujutsu Kaisen.
Haikyuu.
Chainsaw Man.
One Piece.
Ivy pointed immediately. “That one.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Already?”
“Yes already.”
“You haven’t even caught up yet.”
“That’s what makes it exciting.”
“The story isn’t even finished.”
“So?”
“So we don’t know what might happen.”
Ivy crossed her arms stubbornly. “Counterpoint. I want to see Law.”
“You are unbelievable.”
“You love One Piece too.”
“That’s not the point.”
“It kind of is.”
Y/N looked back toward the glowing One Piece title hovering in the air before them. Pirate ships sailed across the holographic background while ocean waves crashed beneath the menu interface. Somewhere faintly in the distance, she could hear the soundtrack.
Honestly?
It looked incredible.
Ivy leaned closer. “Come on. Imagine how fun this would be.”
Y/N hesitated for exactly three more seconds. Then sighed dramatically. “Fine.”
“YES.”
The moment they selected the world, the screen shifted again.
CHARACTER SYNCHRONIZATION REQUIRED SELECT CHARACTER NAME
Four names appeared before them.
Aurelia
Maris
Selene
Cove
“Oh these are cool,” Ivy said immediately.
Y/N pointed toward one. “I’m picking Selene.”
“I wanted Selene.”
“You were too slow.”
“That’s actually evil.”
Ivy eventually selected Cove. Their chosen names glowed brightly before fading into the system. Then the world around them darkened slightly.
A new message appeared.
INITIALIZING WORLD ENTRY CO-OP SYNCHRONIZATION CONFIRMED
A countdown materialized between them.
10
Ivy looked over at Y/N so fast she nearly laughed.
“This is actually happening.”
9
Y/N could barely contain her grin anymore. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs.
“I feel like I’m about to throw up.”
“Same.”
8
The cosmic space around them slowly began changing.
The faint sound of ocean waves echoed somewhere in the distance now.
7
“I swear if we die immediately,” Ivy muttered.
“You absolutely would die first.”
6
“Oh my God, shut up.”
5
Both of them were laughing now from pure adrenaline.
4
The light around them intensified.
3
Wind rushed through the endless space.
2
Ivy grabbed Y/N’s arm hard enough to hurt.
1
Darkness crashed over everything.
a/n - let's goooo. season 1 for the seriessss!! I hope you enjoy thissss. Let me know if you wanna join the taglist!!
BETWEEN WORLDS
in which two friends sign up for the beta testing of a virtual reality game that allows players to enter fictional worlds. Every world gives them a new identity. The only problem is that neither of them know how to act normal around their favorite characters. And somehow, things inside the game are starting to feel a little too real.
PROLOGUE
a/n - an actual reader insert, here we go
Umm alright... I said I would be writing the requests, but I don't feel like doing requests right now 😭 but I also feel bad because the 2k event was all about me taking all the requests that came. I want to write the royal au gojo fic and maybe some more other ideas that I have.
Exams are over my loves!! Get ready to see a surge of new fanfics!!
Hi
Sorry to bother you i just want to know if my request got to you about han su gang x reader about she like yeon sieun but crazier? I think my phone is lagging or broke 😭 really sorry to bother you
Yeah I got that request!!!