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satoru gojo x f!reader

content: fear of heights + stairs. reader calls satoru the worlds strongest cunt and satoru's a little bitch but also kind of a lil sweetie. megumi + tsumiki kiddos too :))

an: based on a request I received from @luna0713hunter I hope you like it sweetie pie!!!

request: satoru helping reader get over a fear of heights/stairs

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You love Satoru Gojo. Your partner in crime - since you were mission partners during your first year at Jujutsu Tech and now partners in everything else, that mattered anyways. Life, love, two very grumpy pre-teens. What’s not to love? 

His affinity for being a little bitch. 

He’s currently sitting on the porch of your tiny town house, ankles danglinging off the black tiles. His back is pressed against the angled roof, resembling the black cat that often sunbathes in your shared lawn. 

You grab one of the sticks from the yard and throw it up, catching his attention. At the stick making contact with his face, he sits up, rubbing the now pink spot on his forehead.

“Ouch, sweetheart. You could have just hollered for me.” 

“Get off. Now. We have to go pick up Megumi from school.”

“No, I love you? No light of my life, father of my children-” 

“We don’t have children.” 

“Yes, we do!” “They’re not our biological children, asshat. Can you just come down now? Please?” 

You can feel it - the itching in your throat, the sweating in your palms, pins and needles burning in your stomach. Satoru’s just so, so high and just so, so close to the edge that even the sight of him makes you sick. 

Logically, rationally - Satoru Gojo is the strongest. A fall from a few feet high wouldn’t hurt him and knowing him, he’d take it as an opportunity to start doing some next level gymnastics to show off to the old lady who lives across the street. 

But fears aren’t logical or rational. Because in your heart of hearts, you know that Satoru will be okay if he falls. And you’ll be okay walking up and down the stairs and Satoru trying to take you on a date to the tallest building he can find so you two can get a view of the city would actually be very, very romantic. 

But it isn’t. Not for you anyway. Because that sinking feeling, that chill down your spine returns every time he brings it up.

Logically, rationally - Satoru’s your partner, you’ve been together in everything since you were fifteen. A mere fear like this should be nothing when you've shared almost everything with him.

But it feels silly to tell him that you’re scared of heights when you two basically dance with death every time you leave the house. You’ve hung upside down in curses mouths, literally been stuck in the most harrowing of situations, but free suspension in the air is what gets you. 

“Asshat? You wound me, doll. Now you have to come here and kiss it better.” 

You can feel your eyes nearly boggle out of your sockets as you look up at him, smirking down at you. His blindfold is hanging loose around his neck - a habit of his whenever he’s around you. He just knows that his pretty blue eyes can make you do almost anything he wants, even climb onto a fucking roof to kiss him. 

“Satoru. It’s almost ten past three. Megumi gets upset whenever we’re late.” 

“Then make it quick! Climb up here and give me a little kiss and we can leave.” 

You love Satoru Gojo. And you really, really hate his affinity for being a little bitch. 

“How do I get up there? I'm not the world’s strongest cunt like you.” 

“That’s two kisses now, pretty girl. And there’s a ladder up the side.” 

You feel your knees wobble as you walk over, a silver, very rickety-looking ladder, mind you, propped up against the door.

You close your eyes, uncurling and curling your balls out of their little fists as you brace yourself to go get him. It’s just a ladder. It’s just a few steps, and then you’ll be on the roof, which is plenty safe. And Satoru’s right there. Nothing can happen to you if he’s right next to you and-

“Whatcha doing, Y/N?” 

You look up to find Satoru’s little tufts of white hair peeking down at you, a glimmering smile still pressed on his face. 

“Praying to the gods. Hoping they can make you less of an idiot."

“Three kisses now, my sweet. Quit insulting me!” 

You shakily put your hands on the first rungs, your hands so clammy and sweaty that you can feel your grip shaking. He’s still watching you - rather laxly though since he’s literally on the phone with Ijichi. 

“Yeah, yeah. You might have to go get Megumi. Y/N is taking forever on her ladder.” 

“Well,  I asked her to go on it. She has to come give me three kisses for insulting me before we leave to get him.” 

“No, I am not messing with her and fine, we’ll go get him if you’re so busy.” 

He clicks his phone off, shuffling around on the roof as he puts it back in his pocket. You’re nearly halfway there, your stomach a horrible mess of knots and the tears burning in your eyes. 

When you reach the top, Satoru holds one hand out to you, which you begrudgingly take as you try your best to plant your feet on the ladder. 

Don’t think about it shaking. Don’t think about falling back. Don’t think about the ladder breaking. 

His face is a few feet away from yours, the smile on his face spread wide. You’re trying your best to blink away your tears, nearly heaving in front of him. 

“Hi princess.” 

“Satoru.”

“That’s a total of three kisses for me. For asshat, world’s strongest cunt, and praying for the gods to fix me. You should know by now that this problem is unfixable.” 

“Evidently.” 

“Four now, baby.” 

You roll your eyes as you lean forward, pressing two kisses to each of his cheeks, one on his forehead, and a peck on his lips. You pull back quickly, getting ready to get the fuck off this ladder so fast, but he pulls forward, basically hanging his torso off the roof as he grabs your face, locking your lips together again. When he pulls apart, he’s smiling at you like there’s no tomorrow and the panic in your stomach is so bad that you want to vomit off the side of the roof. 

“Let’s go get ‘Gumi. He’s probably pissed already.” 

--

You lean against the cold glass, trying to soothe your headache as you watch Satoru harass Megumi in the pick-up area, a very horrible habit he had. Satoru, the charismatic freak he was, loves to talk to all of Megumi’s little friends, much to Megumi’s dismay. 

He’s currently hanging Itadori and Megumi both by their ankles, swinging them around in the air, as they wait for Itadori’s grandpa sick. Even the sight of them, the tiniest bit above the ground makes you nauseous, making you hold your head between your knees. 

You keep your head there for what feels like an hour and you know the two of them have returned when you can hear Satoru’s teasing and Megumi’s protests. 

“Satoru. You’re so embarrassing.” 

“Aw, Megumi-chan. Don’t talk like that to your father.” 

“You’re not his father.” 

“You’re not my father.” 

You lift your head up to give Megumi a smile through a rear-view mirror, which he acknowledges with a nod when Satoru starts driving. Satoru mindlessly reaches over, locking his hands with yours as he talks to Megumi. The softness of his hand is comforting and you crack each of the knuckles on his hand, as you listen to Satoru and Megumi bicker. 

When you reach home, Megumi running off into the house to pee, while you find Tsumiki home from her class, lying down across the porch. You lean against the back of the car as Satoru grabs Megumi’s backpack and joining you at your side. 

“You okay, love?” 

“Yeah, Toru. Why?” 

“No reason. You were cracking my knuckles in the car. You only do that when you used to get all…anxious, when we started doing missions.” 

“Oh. That was just retribution for earlier. You can be really annoying.” 

“That’s one kiss for m-”

“No.” 

He pouts as he drops Megumi’s backpack onto the curb, snaking his hands against your waist as he smirks at you. You can feel your heart drop in your chest as you realize what Satoru’s about to do. 

“Wait, Toru don’t-” 

You pinch your eyes shut as you feel the cold air and Satoru laughing in your ear. You can feel that there’s no ground beneath your feet and knowing Satoru fucking Gojo, he’s probably suspened the two of you so high in the air that you’ll vomit if you open your eyes. 

“Open your eyes.” 

You shake your head blindly, clinging on for dear life as you wrap your arms around Satoru’s neck and your legs around his waist. 

“Sweetheart, this is kind of kink-”

“Satoru. Please, please put me down.” 

“Where’s the fun in that? Look down, Megumi and Tsumiki look like little ants looking up at us.” 

Little ants. Meaning your two tiny little pre-teens are so far that they look like ants. That you can’t even make their faces out. Meaning, Satoru took you so fucking high that you can barely even see people standing on the ground. You clench harder on his shirt, burying your forehead into his neck as you try to focus on his senses. 

His smell, the feel of his hair in your hands, and the sound of his voice. Granted the latter isn’t quite helping when he’s telling you how high you fucking are and his stupid hands are the reason you’re in this situation, you try your best to stop it. Stop crying, stop panting, stop freaking out. 

The second you sniffle, you hear all of the joking leave Satoru’s voice. 

“Hey, sweetheart are you crying?” 

You choke back your own tears, your voice breaking as you respond. 

“N-no, Toru. Please put me down.” 

“Love, hey. I’ll take you down right now, I’m sorry.” 

You’re not sure when you feel your feet back on the ground, but you’re still clutching onto Satoru for dear life when you hit the curb. You’re only cognizant of the fact when Tsumiki and Megumi wrap their arms around your legs, their soft voices asking you if you’re okay. 

You open your eyes to find the three of them with matching, concerned looks on their faces, Satoru’s jaw tight against his mouth. Tsumiki tugs on the bottom of your pants, her brown eyes staring back up at you.

“Do you want to eat ice cream, now?” 

“Sure, Miki. Let’s go.” 

She holds her hand out, leading you back into the house as you wipe away your tears, with Satour and Megumi following. You can hear the two of them bickering behind you, your head pounding too hard and your breaths too uneven that you can’t tell them to stop. 

“What did you do, Satoru?” 

“Nothing, ‘Gumi! I was just showing her the view.” 

“One day, when she leaves you, I’m going to go with her.” 

“Gumi.” 

You sit down at the kitchen table, Megumi at your side as Tsumiki and Satoru grab the industrial tub of chocolate ice cream Satoru bought last week. You feel Megumi link his fingers with yours under the table, giving your fingers a squeeze as you press your head against the table. 

You’re on the ground. You’re okay. You can’t fall because there’s nowhere to fall and you’re sitting at the kitchen table. Satoru’s here so you’ll be okay and nothing can happen. 

You feel Satoru’s hands in your hair and you look up to find that he’s evicted a very-annoyed Megumi from his seat next to you. There’s four spoons on the table and the ice cream open. You reach forward first, the cooling sensation and Satoru next to you soothing the panic in your chest, the needles and pins in your stomach less strong. 

“Are you okay, Y/N?” 

“Yes, Miki. Thank you for the ice cream, sweet girl.” 

She gives you a soft smile as the four of you eat the ice cream in silence, your breathing slowing down as you finish. 

--

Megumi and Tsumiki run off after your little ice cream snack, the sun dipping into the horizon as you look out the window. Satoru’s in the kitchen, making Megumi and Tsumiki’s lunches for tomorrow.

No stairs today. You reach for the spare cabinet in the living room as pull out a pair of pillows and blankets for the night. 

On most days, the stairs up to your bedroom are manageable. But after today - your entire foundation is off. Even one step up, and you know you’ll have a full-blown panic if you even try to get up there. You hear Satoru drop the spoon he was holding as he gives you a spare glance, the stack of pillows and blankets in your hand. 

You watch his expression drop as he walks over to you, taking the pillows from your hands so he can hold you. 

“Love. Are you really that upset with me that you’re going to sleep on the couch?” 

“Satoru, I-” 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I just wanted to show you how the city looked and I don’t know what I did wrong but-”

“It’s not that, it’s just-” 

“You mean the world to me. I would never want to make you upset so please don’t sleep downstairs today. We can talk about it, you can slap me, but just-” 

“Gojo.” 

He’s quiet at the sound of his family name, nervous blue eyes peering into yours as he holds your hands. It’s his turn to shake, his usual smiley face so sad it makes you squelch. One thing you love about Satoru?

His love for others.

“Satoru. I’m not…mad at you. I just…can’t go upstairs.” 

You watch his confusion spread across his face as he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before you keep talking. 

“I…can’t. The stairs- and getting up there, it’s just…too much.” 

“The stairs, sweet? What’s wrong with the stairs?” 

“It’s not just the stairs. It’s the ladder and you hanging Megumi and Itadori in the air and sitting on the roof and taking me in the air and-” 

“Y/N. Are you…scared of it? The stairs?”

You swallow hard as you press your head against his chest, your cheeks burning at the admission. 

“Yes. And heights. And I know it’s stupid because we literally fight curses all the time and-” 

“It’s not stupid.” 

“It is and I don’t want to be scared of it, but I just…I just can’t help it, Satoru. It makes me panic, I want to throw up, and my hands get all sweaty-” 

Satoru pulls his arms around your waist as he holds you up, crushing you in one of his warm hugs. You can hear him whispering against your ear, tears lightly flowing as he tells you it’s okay. The two of you stand there for a while, Satoru’s head pressed against your shoulder, his embrace warm. 

“Sweetheart?” 

“Yes, Satoru?” 

“Can I…help you? You don’t have to be scared of this and I don’t want you to feel this way. I’ll walk you through it, slowly. You know I’d never let anything happen to you and I-” 

You squeeze him hard, your chest burning at how sweet he can be. 

“Please? But, can we start tomorrow? I just…need a day.”

“Yes, silly girl. We can start next year if we have to. Just let me sleep on the couch with you.” 

“Not big enough, Toru.” 

“I’ll sleep on the floor. Just lean your hand over the couch so I can hold it.” 

“Okay.” 

--  

You and Satoru are standing on the lawn, three days later. Megumi and Tsumiki are lying on the porch, sunbathing like Satoru did on the roof a few days ago. They’re fully equipped - with ice cream, puke bags, and three different self-help books Satoru bought to help you get over your fear. 

He’s so stupid, it’s cute. 

“Okay, my sweet. I think you’re ready. Just a little bit in the air okay? I’ll take you up and just open your eyes. If you freak out too much, tell me and I’ll take you down.” 

“Okay.” 

Satoru snakes his hands arond your waist and squeezes, which immediately elicits a scream from you. You can hear Megumi and Tsumiki’s groans the second you stop, tiny little “you can’t be serious” and a “there’s no way” from the two of them. 

“Princess.” 

“What? How high are we? Oh my god, Toru- I’m going to vomit. I hate you. You’re stupid.” 

“We haven’t even left the ground yet.” 

You look down to find you and Satoru’s feet planted firmly on the ground and then look back up to find Satoru laughing at you. You flick the top of his forehead, rolling your eyes at him in response. 

“You’re mean, Satoru.” 

“You’re so silly, sweet girl. We haven’t even moved yet!” 

“Well, screw you. You squeezed so I thought that we did!” 

“I was just trying to reassure you.” 

“Well, you’re stupid.” 

“That’s two kisses for you~~” he sings, eyes gliting into yours. 

“No.” 

--

Slowly but surely, your fear of heights and the stairs starts to fly away. The pins and needles are little pinpricks now and every time the fear rises up in you, Satoru - his soft voice and warm hands - are always there to will it down. 

Three months later, Satoru takes you to fly. 

And you actually enjoy it.

--

taglist: @porridgesblog 

this account is so dusty and old omg, but i can’t bring myself to delete it. although i have started writing again, i think its best to leave this account and all it’s memories behind.

so i will move onto a new blog with a pseudo in addition to my ao3 (i’ve been posting over there a little since abandoning this account).

i’m not posting the blog/pseudo on here, so if you find it, then you find it. however, if you were a close moot or really want it, then feel free to ask privately and i’d be happy to share it with you. i missed interacting with everyone so much TT^TT

but anyways, it’s been fun. see ya around!

synopsis: yunho can sense soulmates, and has spent many years setting people up. he wishes he could find his own soulmate someday, when he meets younghoon.. but convincing younghoon to believe the two are soulmates might be harder than passing their final exams.

characters: yunho x younghoon ft. ateez, the boyz, and some of txt, mentions of other groups.

warnings: cursing (obvs), some inappropriate jokes ?, crack ship once again, historical inaccuracies, me crying throughout the whole thing, shitty humor, i’m just rlly sorry for this in general.

status: complete !

profiles 1 | profiles 2 | profiles 3 | profiles 4

#1.. can’t u see that i’m the one ?

#2.. stage one: denial

#3.. THATS YOU ?!

#4.. ratio (+written !!)

#5.. steps to marriage

#6.. one (1) chance

#7.. he is desperate (+written !!)

#8.. obtained: love letter!

#9.. first date 😧

#10.. #relatable

#11.. i could cry.

epilogue.

extras !

# jonghos album reveal 😱

# sunwoo finds yunhos twitter ?! (after #5)

unfortunately, i will not be continuing this blog anymore, but i will never stop writing. if you would like to see more of my works, then feel free to check out the following blogs below.

@marienetta / @masuchist / @milkscafe / @ricecookie / @gnarlybastard / @scftdom

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satoru gojo x f!reader 

in which your sneaky link/situationship satoru gojo realizes he likes you more than he thought during your soccer championships 

- 

“I think we should keep it a secret. Just a little longer. I like keeping what we for us.” he whispers. 

You deflate, hiding your face deeper into his chest so he can’t see your dejection. Satoru Gojo is hilarious, brilliant, and beautiful - the best guy you’ve talked to by far. You use the word “talked” loosely. You and Satoru didn’t do much talking while you were together. After accidentally swiping yes on Hinge while you were drunk, you and Satoru had established what many would term friends with benefits? A situationship? Dating? 

He was good in bed. And at making breakfast the morning after. And watering your plants, picking up your medicine from the pharmacy, buying you flowers while running errands. And at giving you a massage after soccer practice, taking showers with you, buying you hot chocolate after your exams. Sometimes you’d see him around campus, his hand slung around a girl you didn’t know and you tried your hardest to ignore the burning in your chest whenever he didn’t give you a second look. But lately, you thought lines were blurring. He just met your family last week, hugged you outside your class, and promised to come to your soccer game. He was confusing, to say the least. 

Either way, you were falling, hard. You hum in agreement, promising to keep it a secret - both your relationship and your true feelings for him. You ignore the fluttering in your chest when he presses a kiss to the top of your head before drifting asleep. 

- 

You leave Satoru asleep in your bed, swinging your cleats over your shoulder to head to your soccer field. You scribble him a note, mentioning that the big game was today and that’s why you had to leave early. He gets whiny when you didn’t leave him cuddle time in the morning. 

Kyoto played dirty. It made you nervous. You had to get there early, practice drilling hours before to make sure you were warmed up for the game. Last year, you were benched due to a hip injury from one of the regular season games. This time, you were ready to play. 

You watch the sun rise against the bleachers, marking around two hours till the game starts. You see a few of the players trickling onto the field, joining you to warm-up for the game. Maki smacks you across the back of the head, before starting drills with you. 

Maki’s girlfriend Nobara takes her seat in the front of the stands, two streaks of blue swiped against her cheek. You think of Satoru, fast asleep in your bed and feel your heart twinge. You wish he was here, cheering you on, cheesy face paint smeared across his face. 

You brush away the thought, willing away your nerves for the game.  

- 

You and Maki stalk off to the locker rooms, trying to clean out before the game starts. 

“Nobara won’t stop complaining. She’s seated by some idiots apparently.” 

“Nobara thinks everyone is an idiot - you included. But I bet it’s that dude from Kyoto, from last year. You know, the big bulky guy who keeps saying his type in women was women with big asses.” 

“Bloody idiot, I forgot about him. But no, she said it was some guy with white hair and black sunglasses. He’s here with that girl Hana, the one from Nobara’s business class.” 

You pause, your hand clenched hard into your locker. White hair and black sunglasses. You sincerely hope that the idiot Maki is talking about isn’t your idiot with white hair and black sunglasses. Well, he isn’t really yours to claim but that’s just semantics. 

You walk out onto the field, beelining towards the stands with Maki. Maki moves to greet Nobara, pressing a kiss to her cheek. You give her a knowing look, ready to start teasing her. Before you can even get a word out, she pushes you straight off the bleachers and you fall back, against someone. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. My friend just pushed me off. I didn't mean to hit you.” 

You look up and holy shit, this guy is hot. He has long black hair, secured in a small man bun at the back of his hair. He’s holding you by the edges of your elbows, having caught you before you fell off the stands all together. 

“No problem. I’m glad she did.” 

You feel your eyes widen and Maki and Kugisaki, their nosy asses, leaning over your shoulder to hear your conversation. 

“Suguru. Suguru Geto. Are you playing today?” 

“Yeah. She’s the captain of the Jujutsu team. And she’s only a junior.” 

“And she’s single.” 

You elbow the two of them, warding them off. You turn back to Suguru, giving him a sheepish smile. 

“Only a junior? That’s impressive. Play good and I’ll give you something.” 

“Like what?” 

He takes out a sticky note, with scribbling five numbers on it. You take it in between your fingers, giving him a confused look. 

“The rest of my phone number.” 

You look up at him, giving him a gleaming smile. He’s hitting on you. And he’s not half bad to look at either. You feel someone come up behind you, snatching the little sheet between the tips of your fingers. 

“The game’s starting. Get on the field, L/N.” 

You look up to find Satoru staring down at you, an annoyed look plastered on his face. So he was that idiot Nobara was mentioning. You can’t decide if you should be flattered he came to your game or mad that he brought another girl. You reach for the sheet, but Satoru holds it over the top of his head, shaking his head at you. 

“No. Go play your game, pretty girl. You can have it back after.” 

Pretty girl? First he says he doesn’t want to tell people you’re seeing each other but then he goes around getting jealous when you talk to another guy? He stalks off to the stands, sitting back next to Hana, who was too engrossed in her phone to even be paying attention. You see him crumple the sheet of paper into his pocket and curse him for being so possessive in the first place. 

“Good luck with the game. Sorry for pissing your boyfriend off right before you start” 

“Thank you. And he’s not my boyfriend.” 

“Good. Find me after. I’ll give you all ten digits at once.” 

You shoot him a smile, before running off to start on the field. 

-  

One minute before half-time, the ball gets kicked into Maki’s face, her nose spilling red all over the field. At the end of the minute, you can see Nobara run onto the field, the two of you dragging her on to the bench. 

The other team mills around, taking breaks as the people in the stands get up to talk to the players or grab snacks at the concession stand two feet away from you. 

You grab the ice, Nobara tending to Maki as she groans in pain on the bench. You try to ignore the worry rising as Nobara holds her nose - there’s no way she can play now but can you really win without her? 

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you turn to find Satoru looking down at you, his eyes filled with worry. 

“What?” you whisper, slightly annoyed from earlier. 

“Would you keep playing even if I asked you not to?” 

“What? Why can’t I play?” 

“I didn’t realize you play against literal body slammers. They just broke your friend's nose.” 

“All the more reason to play. I have to win so it’s not for nothing.”

He narrows his eyes at you, clearly unsatisfied with your answer. You look over his shoulder, Nobara standing to the side so the medic could assess the damage on Maki’s face. You feel him moving closer to you, his hand moving for yours. At that second, Hana comes up, two drinks in her hand and a hot dog. He puts space between the two of you, his eyes still boring into yours. 

“Here’s your drink and the food you asked for, hun.” 

“I got you one, too. A drink, I mean. ” 

You turn your back to find Suguru with a lime green Gatorade in his hand. Before you can talk, the whistle blows, signaling the end of halftime. Surugu and Hana stalk off the field, returning to the bleachers. Satoru stays behind. 

“Your secret admirer doesn’t even know the Gatorade flavor you like.” 

“And your little girlfriend thinks you like ketchup, hun.” 

“Oh, come on. Jealous? You know you’re the only one for me.”

“Says the guy who literally snatched Suguru’s phone number out of my hands.” “Suguru, huh? Gonna give him the big victory kiss?” 

“Probably. Bet he’d actually kiss me in public, you know.”

“Breaking my heart, pretty girl. I’m going to go cry in the stands now. Win the game in one piece, please.” he says, shooting you a grin before returning to the stands in his seat next to Hana. Asshole. 

-   

You’re awoken by the sound of ringing in your ears, muffled shouting nearby. You can feel the prickly turf against the side of your arms, your sense of surroundings totally impaired. 

“She’s my girlfriend! You have to let me through.” 

“There’s no way.” 

Satoru? You flutter your eyes open, to find yourself surrounded by a circle of people. You recognize Maki, a gnarly bandage covering the length of her nose, Nobara, your team members, and the medics from earlier surrounding you. 

“Oh thank god, she’s awake.” 

You turn your head around the circle looking for the voice you heard. You could have sworn it was Satoru. You try to sit up to look for him, the pounding in your head sending you back towards the ground. Before you can hit the turf, you feel someone catch you, holding you steady. 

“I asked you to win in one piece, Y/N.” he complains, his hands holding you up in place. You wince as he props you up, the blood rushing to your head all at once. 

“We won?” 

He smiles brightly, taking your face into his hands. 

“Yes, pretty girl. You won.” 

You clamp your hand against his mouth, shutting him up. 

“Shh. People can hear you.” 

You move to scoot away from him, the circle of people still surrounding the two of you on the ground. He tightens his grip on your hands, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. He breaks apart, resting his forehead against yours. 

“Let them.” 

Satoru nods at the circle around him, getting up to let the medics do their work. You can feel their hands running a bandage across the side of your forehead. Satoru stays close by, his hand tangled in his hair as he asks the medics how often you should take medication, if you need stitches, if it’s a concussion. 

You feel Maki crouch on the ground next to you, her eyes squinting when they meet yours.

“You good?” 

You nod, giving her a weak smile. She kicks you in the shin, glaring daggers at you.

“You had a boyfriend and you didn’t tell me.” 

“I didn’t tell anyone. And he’s not my boyfriend. Well maybe he is? We didn’t really talk about that yet.” 

Nobara crouches down, handing you an ice cold bottle of water. The medics around you walk away after finishing up your bandages, joining the group talking with Satoru and the coach. 

“Knew that son of a bitch was lying. He ran onto the field after you went down, begging them to let him through because you were his girlfriend.” 

“In front of other people? He's kind of embarrassed of me or something. We’ve been seeing each other for a while but he never really wanted to tell anyone.” 

“Don’t know. He seemed really worried, like full on sweating buckets when you wouldn’t wake up. I bet he’s just that confused idiotic guy type.” 

You nod at her, the two of them helping you onto your feet. The second you stand up, you feel Satoru’s hand sliding across your waist and his other hand guiding your free arm around his shoulder.

“Slow down. You can still faint, you know.” 

You wave Nobara and Maki goodbye, Satoru not letting go of you as he guides you out of the stadium. 

“Girlfriend, huh? That’s news to me.” 

“Shut up. Wait here while I bring the car around. We can order Chinese at home.” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of your cheek, before running off to his car. 

Home. He’s coming home with you. He called you his girlfriend, kissed you on the field, and he’s coming home with you.

You feel a tap on your shoulder and find Suguru sliding on the bench next to you, a little slip with his phone number scribbled on it as promised. 

“Oh. Wait, Suguru I-” 

You’re cut off by the car directly in front of you honking twice, a very annoyed Satoru sitting in the front seat. He rolls the window down, glaring at the two of you on the bench. 

“Stop cheating on me! We just started dating like twenty minutes ago.” 

He leaves the car in park, stalking out of the car to help you in. Suguru awkwardly stalks away, apologizing to the two of you before walking off aimlessly in a different direction. Satoru leans over, clicking your seatbelt into place before driving back off towards your apartment. 

“Unnecessary, Satoru. He was just trying to be nice.” 

“Too bad. You were mine first.” 

 - 

You’re nestled in bed, Satoru lazily tracing circles around the small of your back. He’d brought you home, helped you shower around your bandages, ordered your favorite Chinese food, and gave you two Asprin’s to help with your pounding headache. You knew Satoru was the doting type from the fever you had a few weeks ago, but this was next level. 

“Love?” 

“Hm, ‘Toru?” 

“You know I didn’t keep us a secret because you’re something to be embarrassed about right?” he whispers, his lips resting against your wet hair. 

“Yeah.” you lie, realizing you might have been talking a little bit too loud earlier.  

“Everyone just disappears when things become too real sometimes. Maybe they realize I’m not super carefree and outgoing all the time and go running in the other direction.” 

You run your hand along the length of his chest, stopping to rest it against his heart. You can feel his heart hammering under your hand. 

“I didn’t want you to run away, that’s all.” 

“I won’t do that. I really like you, Satoru.” 

He looks down, sending you a soft smile before pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. 

“I like you too, pretty girl. More than I’d like to admit.” 

You smile, your cheeks burning at his words. 

“Your lesbian friends, you know the green hair and that idiot Kugisaki. When she got hurt, the first person everyone looked to was Kugisaki, rushing her onto the field. You got hurt and no one even looked at me. I had to fight my way there.” 

“You didn’t even talk to me in public, let alone admit we were seeing each other.” you deadpan, frowning at him. 

“No, no. I know. I just mean that it made me realize that I want people to know I’m your person. That they should rush me onto a field when you’re not okay, congratulate me when my girl wins the game.” 

You sit up, taking his hands into your face. 

“You’re my person?” 

“If you’ll let me be.” 

You smile and lean forward, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. You feel him smile against you, laughing against your lips. 

levi ackerman x f!reader

you hate having levi as a lab partner. 

content warning: kinda suggestive (?), you and levi are touching each other, bi reader and bi levi cuz I said so, tickles, and what not 

an: based on a very real guy I had a crush on during my nursing assistant classes 

- 

“You’re my partner.” 

You look up from your notebook to find a set of gray eyes staring at you. Ones you know all too well. He’s out of his usual long sleeves today, his veiny forearms on display in his black scrubs, his name embroidered on the pocket. Levi Ackerman. 

“Right. I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” 

“Levi.” 

He slides into the seat next to you, flipping through the slides that were assigned. You try to settle the pounding in your chest as you open up the pages, reading over the exams you were learning today. 

On any given occasion, you wouldn’t mind being Levi’s lab partner. You’d live for it. You had your eye on him for a while, first drawn to him after you saw him at the coffee shop during the first week of school. He had a black sweater on, his hair messy and a set of glasses perched on his nose. 

You’re not superficial. Of course, you’re not. You know that other qualities - kindness, compassion, tenderness - are more important in a partner. But there’s just something about him and how attractive he is, with his sleeked out features, his toned arms - you can’t help but have a crush on him. 

“Which test did you want to start with?” 

“We can try the musculoskeletal, if you’ve read that far.” 

You nod, as you follow him into the back corner, closing the curtain behind you and cursing the gods for assigning Levi to be your partner in this class out of all of them. Introduction to Clinical and Community Medicine. Sounds good, in theory. You learn the basics of patient care - how to take history, vital signs, and do a patient exam. 

That’s the problem. Doing a patient exam. Because with Levi as your partner, that means that the two of you have to practice on each other, taking your clothes off to do most of the exams. 

He turns to the side, taking his coat off and setting it off to the side. You mimic his motions and he holds his hand out, beckoning you to hand him yours too. You give him a polite smile as you nervously push your hair behind your ears, reading through the exam on your laptop. Levi sneaks up behind you, leaning over your shoulder to read. You nearly jump at the sound of his breathing, flinching at the closeness. 

“Sorry. Left my laptop out there.”

“It’s okay.” 

“Do you want to split it up? I can do upper extremity and you can do the vertebral test.” 

You nod, sliding your scrub top and pants off as you sit on the table. You avoid making eye contact with Levi, suddenly embarrassed at the fact that you were sitting in here, alone with him, taking your clothes off. 

You feel him walk up, placing his hands on your shoulder. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah.” 

“You seem tense. Just, tell me if you feel uncomfortable, okay?” 

You nod as Levi starts the exam, pressing his firm fingers around your arms. He holds your elbow gently, moving each of your limbs in their joints as he watches the movements. He’s intently focused, watching your hands as he moves. 

You take the moment to memorize his features, never getting to be this close to him in the first place. He has a dimple, only one on the left side. Four freckles on his nose. Long eyelashes. Pink lips. 

Levi pulls his fingers closer to your shoulders, which should have been your first sign of danger. You’re ticklish, horribly so. He puts pressure on your shoulder joint and you laugh out loud, squirming away from his touch.

“Sorry, Levi. I’m ticklish.” 

You see a small smile spread across his face, as he shakes his head, returning to pressing his fingers to your shoulder again. He’s softer this time, his touch featherlike. 

“Are you enjoying your first term, Y/N?” 

“Yeah. It’s been a little stressful but everyone’s been nice enough.” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m friends with Hange and Moblit. We’re all in the same Pathology class, I think.” 

“Right. Moblit seems like a nice guy. Is he your type?” 

“What?” 

“In guys. Is he your type of guy? Unless you like girls?” 

“I like both. And no. Not exactly.” 

He switches to the other hand, switching sides to examine the other arm. 

“Wait. You didn’t finish the shoulder exam.” 

“I did it while we were talking. You’re less likely to feel ticklish if you’re distracted.” 

You feel your cheeks burn as Levi presses his fingers into your wrist, starting the exam all over again. You can feel the air getting warmer, your forehead burning as Levi continues to touch you, his words ringing through your minds. Is he trying to fluster you to distract you? His fingers pull up to your shoulder again and his voice throws you out of your thoughts. 

“You didn’t answer. What’s your type?” 

“Ah. Not sure.” 

“No pattern in previous people you’ve liked?” 

“Hm. I guess the quiet ones? All of the people I’ve liked were always a little bit more reserved, kept to themselves.” 

He nods, removing his hands from your shoulder as returns to the laptop, still perched on the desk. You hop off the table, walking over to where he was standing to read it over with him. 

“Fully functional arms, Y/N.” 

You give him a smile as he turns to the table, pulling the spare items out of his pocket. It’s his turn to take his pants off, wearing shorts under his scrub pants like you were. He pulls off his scrub top and you try your best not to full on ogle him. 

You get it now. Why he wears hoodies, jackets, and sweaters. Because he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s fucking ripped under there. 

You walk up behind him, placing your hands onto his shoulders as he tenses under the contact. 

“Sorry Levi. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable?” 

“Sure.” 

You take your index finger and run it down his spine, stopping for a few seconds at each vertebrae to feel for fluid. You feel Levi shiver as you move down each notch of his spine, trying to keep your touch as gentle as possible. 

“What’s your type? In girls? Unless you like boys?” 

“I like both.” 

You try your best to fight your smile as you move your hands from the bottom of his spine to the top of his shoulder blades, spreading your fingers against his biceps as you observe the movement. You’re lucky you have your back turned to him because the way you were staring at him was hardly appropriate. 

“Right. Your friend, she’s the one with the red hair. Petra. Is she your type?” 

“No. I like the smart girls. Stays behind in class, help their classmates out type.” 

You feel your cheeks burn as you move to the other side, taking in Levi’s words. You were the fucking class tutor. It’s literally your job to stay behind in class and help your classmates out. Surely that’s not what he meant. 

You pull back, removing your hands from Levi’s shoulders, as you return to the laptop. He joins you at your side, leaning over as you both read the slides. 

“Fully functional spine, Levi.” 

He gives you a smile as he heads back to the cubby, handing you your clothes and your coat. You both slip your clothes back on and wall down the hall, towards the library. In silence, your fingertips brushing against each other as you walk. You both stop at the front of the library, turning to the side to bid him goodbye. 

He reaches for your wrist and pulls it up, moving your fingers so your hand is open to the sky. You give him a questioning look, which he ignores, as he places a small sheet of white paper in your hands. He curls your fingers back, pressing the paper to your fingers, as he walks away without saying goodbye. 

You open the piece of paper to find his freakishly neat handwriting staring back at you. 

You’re very smart. 

Levi 

943-492-3282

satoru gojo x f!reader 

in which you have horrible news waiting for you in the future 

an: i wrote this for a class. i don’t even know what this is. is it dystopian...apocalypse....??? idk don’t ask me I have no clue it’s finals week

- 

“The best way to do things in life is to cheat. If we go in the future, we can figure out how to solve the problem at hand.” 

You turn to face the absolute idiot jabbering in your ear right now, who was none other than the one and only Satoru Gojo. 

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. We need to sit here and think about a real plan. Have you never watched Back to the Future? Knowing you, you’ll somehow make it worse.” 

Your rejection of his idea leads you and Satoru into breaking out into an argument - like you always do. There’s never an absence of talk back from him and there’s never an absence from you either. You’re sure that the two of you could fight till the end of time, but people always broke up apart before it ever got that far. 

Satoru Gojo is the neighborhood idiot. After graduating from college, you opted to live with your grandmother, who conveniently lived one town down from your college. You were able to keep your job, your current friends with a respectable commute. Plus, the drive gave you time to scream music in the car on the way to and from work. 

Why your lovely little grandmother decided to befriend that absolute asswad Gojo was lost to you entirely. You figured he was abusing her for the food she always made him and were constantly trying to convince your grandma of his devious ways. This sparked a little bit of animosity on his side. 

The girl - whose name you don’t know that Satoru claims can time travel - stands between the two of you. Her eyes are pinched shut, her palms facing towards the ceiling. You look over the top of her head at Satoru and signal for his attention. You mouth at him. 

what the fuck is she doing 

the hell if i know, she’s your grandma’s friend

In a flash, her palms whip to the top of you and Satoru’s shoulders, knocking the wind out of you entirely. 

 - 

When you come to, you find yourself flat against the marble floor, Gojo still passed out next to you. You lean over, trying to nudge Gojo awake. 

“Gojo.” 

“Gojo, wake up.” 

You can feel the despair settling in your chest, nearly shaking his entire frame now. 

“Satoru, please wake up.” 

His eyes flutter open and a smirk makes its way across his face. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely princess.” 

“I hope you choke and die on that fucking tongue, Gojo.” 

He stands up first, extending his hand out to you to lift you up. The two of you take in your surroundings realizing you are not where you were a few minutes ago. You can see the confusion you’re sure is plastered all over your face is absent from his face all together. 

First of all, the floor you were passed out on was marble. But your grandmother had granite floors. The cabinets have been changed from their wooden exterior to white cabinets, the kitchen neatly set up. Your grandmother couldn’t cook without causing a hurricane - so whoever’s house this was, it wasn’t hers. 

“Where are we?” 

“I think your skull got thicker on impact. The future can do that to you.” 

“The future?” 

“Yeah, dumbass. That’s what she was doing with the palms and eyes closed thing.” 

You turn to glare at him ready to start, arguing with him again. You get a few insults in before you’re interrupted by a set of two footsteps behind you, freezing the two of you in your spot. You and Satoru turn around to find you and Satoru staring back at you. 

It’s…you. But it’s not you. Maybe it was someone else? You can see a shadow of your features on the face of this person, but she looks nothing like you. She can’t be you. Her hair is longer, with streaks of purple. There are more wrinkles on her skin than yours, smile lines indented along the eyes and the cheeks. 

And that can’t be Satoru. He’s actually attractive. He’s grown much taller, fitting perfectly into his frame. His shoulders are broad, his arms toned, but you can tell that the older Satoru still has that boyish charm to him, from the way he’s smirking at the two of you. 

“Do you remember this happening, ‘Toru? I know that you traveled in the future but I didn’t realize I did too.” 

“I don’t remember this one, bug.” 

You and Satoru cannot move. Your feet stay planted on the ground, staring back at not-you and not-Satoru. You hesitantly walk forward, staring the two of them down. Your Satoru stays in his spot, and you can feel him grimacing at how weird you were acting. 

“My apologies. She can be weird like that.” responds Satoru. 

Not-You and Not-Satoru laugh. You turn to Not-You, glaring daggers at her. “Shouldn’t you be on my side? Aren’t you me after all?” 

She turns to her Satoru, raising her hand to laugh at what you just said but you’re caught off entirely by the two rings secured around her ring finger. The first is a small, delicate gold band with a small diamond in the middle. The second ring is a plane gold band, with words you can’t discern engraved on them. 

“Wait. We get married?” you whisper. 

Not-you smiles, the look on her face radiating warmth. The smile lines suit her face. Your face. The scar decorating the top of her forehead, which you didn’t notice before, seems entirely out of place on someone who seems so…happy. Are you happy? 

You hold her hand in yours, your touch ghosting against her hand. You’re scared the universe will explode if you touch her too hard. She is you after all. The ring is pretty pretty. You get married. Someone loves you. 

“But to who?” 

“You really were stupid at that age, weren’t you bug?” says not-Satoru. 

“Tell me about it.” responds your Satoru. 

You nearly forgot about that idiot, totally distracted by Not-You. You turn to glare at both Satoru’s, trying to figure out which one to slap across the face.  

“That glare is never not scary, bug. You were a horrifying teenager.” 

“Bold words coming from someone who fell in love with that glare - the first time he saw me too.” responds Not-You smirking at her Not-Satoru. 

He fell in love with that glare. He falls in love with you. The first time he saw you. Your eyes dart down to Not-Satoru’s hand, an identical gold band secured around his ring finger. You make an odd choking sound, the air constricting in your throat. 

“He gets less annoying as time goes on, I promise.” responds Not-You, handing you a glass of water. 

It’s quiet for a few seconds, the four of you awkwardly staring at each other. You can’t look at your Satoru, embarrassed to think about the fact that you might spend the rest of your life with him someday. You can’t look at Not-Satoru either because every time you do all you can help but think about how hot he is.  And you can’t look at Not-You because she looks disgustingly happy and to think that it’s because of Satoru is even more disgusting. 

You can feel a light pounding in your head, steadily continuing. 

“You feel that?” asks your Satoru. 

You nod, your eyes stinging from the pain. 

“We’re about to get sent back.” 

He turns to face Not-You and Not-Satoru, giving them a small smile. 

“It was nice to meet you, again.” 

You feel like the universe is playing a sick joke on you. How is he not phased? We just traveled to the god damn future and found out that we get married. 

“Congratulations on the baby!” 

You feel your eyes boggle out of your head. You look down and don’t understand how you missed the protruding bump in the first place. Not-You is pregnant. You feel the wind knock out of you once again, falling back onto the floor. 

 - 

You feel two hands shaking you, bringing you back to the present. When you open your eyes, you see Satoru and your boyfriend, Kenny, leaning over you, their eyes drowning in concern. 

You sit up and Kenny wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss against your forehead. His lips burn on your forehead, the image of Not-You and Not-Satoru still in your mind. Your eyes dart around looking for Satoru, until you see him in the kitchen, with a small smile on his face. 

You ask Kenny to leave and grab some medications for you at the store. You’re fine, really. But you just want to talk to Satoru. Sans Kenny. 

As he slides out the door, pressing yet another kiss to your forehead, you take a deep breath to face Satoru. You pad into the kitchen, to find him hunched over a tub of vanilla ice cream. 

“Satoru?” 

“Hm, bug? What is it?” 

You feel your cheeks turn warm at the endearment. Not-Satoru called Not-You bug. Your Satoru has never called you that. Until now that is. The words knock around in your mind, until you feel them spill out of your mouth. 

“The first time you saw me?” you whisper, looking up at his eyes. They’re warm, still free from the wrinkles and smile lines you saw on Not-Satoru’s face. 

“That’s cheating, bug. You’re not supposed to know that yet.” 

You frown, lightly pushing him as you walk past him. You dig for a spoon from the drawer to eat some of the ice cream he left out. 

“It didn’t...phase you. To find out that we were married.”  

He leans over, his fingers ghosting on the side of your face. 

“That’s because I knew that already.” 

You pause, turning to face him. 

“I’ve…met them before. A few years ago. The girl, she’s not your grandma's friend. She’s mine.” 

You pause, taking in his words. He’s known he gets married to you this entire time. Apparently, he’s loved you since the first time he saw you. 

“Satoru?” 

“Yes, bug?” 

“What did you see…the last time you went?” 

He smiles, pulling you close into his chest. Your face is resting against his chest and you can hear his heart hammering against your ear. 

“I’ve tried to do that before. Go to the future to see if there’s a solution to our problem.” 

“And there isn’t?” 

“No.” 

You frown, pulling back from him to look at his face. He looks down at you, still holding you in his arms. 

“That’s so bleak, Satoru. We’re going to be fighting curses…forever.” 

He smiles, his hand reaching to cradle the side of your face. 

“That’s not how I saw it.” 

“What other way is there to see it?” 

“What I saw when I went back was...retribution. We fight so hard to keep the peace. And we’ll stay fighting, when we’re older too. But the universe paid back our service.” 

You look up at him, shaking in his hold. 

“I get to marry the love of my life. I get to wake up to you every morning, see that smile you hide everyday. And even better - we get to make a family together. A tiny little you and me.” 

You shove your head into the crook of his neck, trying to hide your tears from his line of vision. He was being so sweet. He wanted to...marry you. Someone wanted to be with you, to love you. 

You feel his hands move, one rubbing small circles into your back and the other one tangled in your hair. You cry silently into his shoulder, the array of emotions suddenly too overwhelming. 

“What’s wrong, bug? The thought of marrying me is that bad?” 

“I just never thought anyone would love me like that. Like want to spend the rest of their life with me.” you whisper. 

“I’d fight my entire life if it meant I got to spend the rest of it with you. Loving you...is like breathing air.” 

The door clicks open, Kenny bursting in with multiple bags of groceries. You and Satoru break apart, the air feeling cold from the absence of his arms. Loving you is like breathing air. Kenny offers you the bottle you asked for and runs upstairs to start a bath for you. You watch his retreating figure, the stirring in your chest getting all…tangled up. You’d forgotten about him entirely.