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Hi don't know if you remember my request about Han Sugang x reader who is like Yeon Sieun? I was wondering if you still have it and you have not forgotton it? 🫂
I do have a suggestion for actor!gojo au (if you don't like it, that's totally fine), but maybe, since they filmed their movie, it's time for the interviews together to promove it, right? but then their fans notice some sort of tension, since the last one ended with the kiss and their tension, idk, i'm throwing some ideas...
hiyaaa! suggestion for actor!gojo seriesss: they react to something together or like timeskip to an interview about the movie they star in orrrr hot ones! (the chicken wing show!)
The new chapter is outttt hehehe. Enjoy reading it!!!
The cameras turn toward the stars as Gojo and Y/N celebrate their film’s success and revisit the moments that made it unforgettable.
The studio was quieter than most interview sets. There were no screaming fans outside the entrance, no flashing cameras waiting beyond the doors, no rush of people trying to capture a single moment before it disappeared.
The lighting was warm. Soft enough to feel inviting, but carefully placed enough that every frame looked like it belonged on screen. The kind of set where the conversation mattered more than the spectacle of it.
A large screen stood behind the stage, paused on a still from the film. Two characters. Above it, simple white lettering.
THE SCENE STUDY.
The audience settled as the opening music faded into the background. The camera moved slowly across the studio, catching shelves lined with scripts, framed posters from previous episodes, and a wall covered with handwritten notes from actors who had appeared before.
The host walked onto the set with an easy smile.
“Welcome back to The Scene Study.”
The applause that followed was warm. He waited until the room settled before continuing. “Every film has moments that stay with audiences.” A pause. “Sometimes it’s a line. Sometimes it’s a performance. Sometimes it’s a scene that changes the entire way we understand a character.”
The screen behind him shifted. Clips from previous episodes appeared briefly. Actors discussing their roles. Directors explaining choices. Scenes being paused and examined frame by frame.
“Today’s film has been one of the most talked-about releases of the year,” he continued. “A story built around two people who couldn’t be more different, forced into trusting each other when everything they believed about one another was challenged.”
The screen changed again. The title appeared and the audience reacted immediately.
“And joining us today are the two actors who brought that story to life.” The camera moved toward the entrance.
“Please welcome… Gojo Satoru and Y/N.”
The applause began before they even appeared. Gojo walked out first, as effortlessly composed as always. He offered a small wave toward the audience, a smile appearing naturally as he stepped onto the stage.
Then Y/N followed. She smiled as she walked beside him, greeting the audience with the same warmth she always carried.
They took their seats across from the host, adjusting slightly as the applause faded into quiet conversation. The host smiled between them. “Thank you both for being here.”
“Thank you for having us,” Y/N replied.
Gojo nodded. “Happy to be here.”
The host glanced briefly toward the screen behind them. “I want to start by saying congratulations. This film has had an incredible response.”
“Thank you,” Y/N said.
Gojo nodded again. “It’s been really special.”
“And I think what makes this movie interesting,” the host continued, “is that audiences connected with the relationship between your characters not because it was easy…”
He paused. “But because it wasn’t.” The screen behind them shifted. A still image from the film. Their characters standing opposite each other.
“Your characters spend a large part of the movie fighting against each other before they ever start fighting for each other.”
A small smile. “So today, we’re going to do something different.” He turned slightly toward the screen. “Usually, I personally select the scenes that are discussed during the interview but for today, we had asked our audience to select the scenes.”
The camera briefly caught Gojo and Y/N exchanging a glance. Because they both knew exactly what scenes were coming. The host smiled. “Welcome to The Scene Study.”
SCENE 1
The hallway was already a mess. Broken glass covered the floor. Alarms blared. Several men surrounded her, confident they had the advantage. They were wrong. She moved first.
The first attacker barely had time to react before she grabbed his arm, using his own momentum to throw him into the wall. She immediately turned toward the next one, ducking beneath his swing and driving her elbow into his side.
Another came from behind. She saw him through the reflection of the glass. A quick turn. A kick. He dropped. The remaining men rushed her together, expecting strength to win. Instead, she used the room.
A table became a barrier. A loose weapon became a distraction. Every movement was calculated. She wasn’t fighting harder. She was fighting smarter.
One man charged at her. She stepped aside at the last second, letting him crash into the others behind him.
Silence.
Y/N stood in the middle of the hallway, breathing steadily as the last attacker fell. She adjusted her jacket, looked at the locked door ahead, and walked forward. Like none of it had been a challenge.
The screen faded back to black. The applause continued for a few seconds longer before slowly settling down. The host smiled, glancing between the screen and Y/N.
“I think that scene speaks for itself,” he said. “It’s one of the moments from the film that has been praised the most. The choreography, the pacing, the way the camera follows the entire sequence without losing the intensity…”
He looked toward Y/N. “I think a lot of people assumed there were multiple stunt doubles involved for something like this. How much of that was actually you?”
Before Y/N could answer, Gojo immediately leaned slightly forward. “All of it.”
The host blinked. Y/N looked at him and Gojo smiled, completely unbothered. “All of it,” he repeated. “She didn’t use a stunt double for that scene.”
The audience reacted immediately. A wave of surprise moved through the room. The host turned back toward her. “Not even for the more dangerous parts?”
She shook her head slightly, already looking a little embarrassed by the attention. “No, I mean-”
“She did everything,” Gojo interrupted again, like he was genuinely amazed all over.
She glanced at him again “Satoru.”
“What?” he asked innocently. The audience laughed. “I’m just saying,” he continued, turning back toward the host, “I remember watching the rehearsal for that scene and thinking they were going to bring in someone else for some of the more difficult parts.”
He gestured toward the screen. “And then she just did it.” Y/N looked away, trying not to smile.
The host noticed. “It sounds like you were pretty impressed.”
“I was,” Gojo answered immediately.
There was no hesitation. That earned another reaction from the audience. Gojo didn’t seem to notice. “Because it’s not just about being physically capable,” he continued. “A lot of people can learn choreography. But that scene required her to think while moving. She had to know where the camera was, where every other actor was, what the timing was…”
He nodded toward the screen. “And she never broke character.”
Y/N’s expression softened slightly. The host smiled. “That’s a pretty strong compliment.”
“She deserves it,” Gojo said simply.
For a second, Y/N looked like she didn’t know what to do with herself. She adjusted slightly in her seat, clearing her throat. “Okay, now I’m just sitting here while he talks about me like I’m not here.”
The audience laughed and Gojo shrugged. “You’re bad at complimenting yourself.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is.”
“It’s not.”
“It is.”
The host laughed, watching their exchange.
“Alright, I think we’ve established that Gojo was very impressed.”
Y/N covered a small smile. “Apparently.”
The host turned back toward her. “So, what was the preparation like for a sequence like this? Because this isn’t just a fight scene. It’s a very physically demanding scene.”
Y/N nodded, becoming more thoughtful. “It was a lot of training.”
“How long?”
“About four months before filming started,” she answered. “We worked on the choreography, strength training, flexibility, endurance. A lot of repetition.”
She glanced toward the screen. “The biggest thing was making sure it didn’t look like a sequence of moves. It had to feel like she was actually trying to survive.”
The host nodded. “Because your character isn’t a traditional fighter.”
“Exactly,” Y/N said. “She’s not the strongest person in the room. She knows that. So she doesn’t try to overpower everyone.”
Gojo nodded beside her and looked back at the screen. “Actually, this scene was shot in one take.”
The room immediately reacted. The host turned toward him.
“Wait. The entire sequence?”
Gojo nodded. “The entire thing.”
The audience reacted again, louder this time. Y/N laughed softly. “It just happened. Even I don’t know how I did it.”
The host looked impressed.
“As I was watching the scene being filmed, I legit had goosebumps. Everything was so in sync. And this was also the first day of shoot. She left quiet an impression on me.” Gojo laughed.
The host looked between them, smiling. “I think this might be the first time an actor has come on this show and accidentally become their co-star’s biggest fan.”
The audience laughed. Y/N immediately shook her head. “He is just exaggerating.”
Gojo looked at her. “I am not!”
SCENE 2
The room was already tense. Two people standing on opposite sides of the same problem. Two people who were far too stubborn to admit the other person might have a point.
The argument had clearly been going on for a while. Y/N stood in front of him, expression cold and unimpressed. Gojo character looked just as irritated. Neither of them looked willing to back down.
Then
Slap.
The sound echoed. The entire room went still. Gojo’s head turned slightly from the impact. Slowly, he looked back at her. The disbelief on his face lasted only a second before it was replaced by a sharp glare.
Y/N didn’t move. She simply stared back. Then, as if proving a point-
Slap.
The second one landed. His expression changed instantly. Just pure disbelief. The two of them stared at each other in silence. Completely unwilling to surrender.
Gojo laughed the moment the scene paused. Not a small laugh either. The kind that made him lean back in his chair, shaking his head as if he had been waiting for that exact clip to appear.
The audience laughed along, mostly because of his reaction rather than the scene itself. Y/N covered her mouth slightly.
The host looked amused. “I think we have our answer on whether this scene was difficult to film.”
Gojo was still laughing. “Yeah.”
He looked at the screen again, then at Y/N. “Yeah, it was.”
The host smiled. “How many takes did this take?”
There was no hesitation. “Ten.”
The audience reacted immediately.
“Ten?” the host repeated. Gojo nodded, completely serious. “Ten.”
Y/N turned toward him. “That’s actually a lot considering the scene is five seconds.”
“Exactly,” Gojo said. “Five seconds.”
The host laughed. “So what happened?”
Gojo looked like he was about to answer, but Y/N got there first. “He kept ruining it.”
The audience immediately laughed. Gojo looked offended. “I did not.”
“You were laughing.”
“That’s part of my acting process.”
“That is not a process.”
The host watched them exchange looks, clearly entertained. “Alright, I need the story behind this.”
Y/N sighed, shaking her head slightly as she looked back at the screen. “The thing is, the scene itself wasn’t complicated. It was just supposed to be this really intense moment between two characters who genuinely hated each other.”
She gestured toward the screen. “My character is angry. She’s not trying to be nice about it.”
Gojo nodded. “Exactly.”
“And before filming,” she continued, “he told me…”
She pointed at him.
“‘Don’t hold back. Actually slap me hard.’”
The audience reacted. The host turned toward Gojo. “You asked her to actually slap you hard?”
Gojo shrugged. “Yes.”
“Why?”
He pointed toward the screen. “Look at the scene. They’re enemies. There’s years of anger there. If she just lightly touched my face, it wouldn’t make sense.”
Y/N nodded. “That’s what he kept saying.”
She looked back at the audience. “He was like, ‘Your character is angry at him. She wouldn’t go soft. She wouldn’t apologize halfway through. She would actually hit him.’”
Gojo smiled proudly, like he was quoting himself. “And I agreed.”
The host raised his eyebrows. “So you actually slapped him?”
“Yes.”
“And then?”
Y/N immediately answered. “He laughed.”
The audience burst out laughing. Gojo covered his face briefly, already smiling. “I couldn’t help it.”
The host laughed. “So the first take failed because he laughed?”
“Yes,” Y/N said.
“And the second?”
“He laughed again.”
Gojo lifted a finger. “Okay, but the second one was because she surprised me.”
Y/N stared at him. “You literally told me to hit you.”
“I know. But I didn’t expect you to listen that well. That was a tight slap.”
The audience laughed.
The host looked between them. “So every time she slapped you, you broke character?”
“Not every time,” Gojo defended himself.
Y/N looked at him. “Most times.”
“Most times,” he admitted.
She shook her head, smiling despite herself. “He kept saying, ‘Again. Harder.’ And when I did, he would wince.”
Gojo looked back at the paused scene.
“That’s the thing about filming something like this. You can’t think about the actor. You have to think about the character. My character wouldn’t be offended because she slapped him. He would be angry because of what that slap meant.”
A small pause. “And her character wouldn’t stop herself because she’s worried about hurting him.”
The host nodded, impressed by the explanation. “So eventually, you got the take?”
“Take ten,” Y/N said.
Gojo smiled. “The final one.”
“And that was the one they used,” the host said.
“Yes.”
SCENE 3
“You never listen,” she snapped, shoving against his chest as the argument continued from the previous take. “That’s your problem. You think you can control everything.”
“And you think recklessness fixes things?” he shot back. His voice was sharp now. Frustrated. Intense enough that even knowing it was acting didn’t stop the way it hit her.
Rain poured between them. Down his face. Across his mouth.
“You don’t even trust me,” she said.
“I do!” He shouted which actually startled her.
And then he moved. Fast enough that her breath caught. One hand tightened at her waist as he leaned in. Her fingers slipped immediately into the damp strands at the back of his hair, gripping tightly enough to pull a quiet breath from him as she kissed him back with the same frustration that had been building between their them the entire night.
Gojo’s hand tightened instinctively at her waist, pulling her closer against him with enough force that she slid slightly forward on the hood of the car. His other hand came up to her jaw, thumb brushing briefly against rain-soaked skin before tilting her face more firmly toward his.
It felt angry.
But not entirely.
There was something desperate hidden underneath it now. Her heartbeat slammed painfully hard against her ribs as his mouth moved against hers again, slower this time, deeper.
A small sound escaped her somewhere between a breath and his name when his fingers pressed more firmly into her waist, and she felt him react to it instantly.
Rainwater dripped from his hair onto her face, onto her lips, cold against skin already burning hot beneath it. Her hands tightened in his hair again and he stepped even closer between her legs, chest pressing fully against hers now.
The argument still lingered between every breath they took. It lived in the roughness of the kiss, in the way he kissed her like he was still angry at her, like he wanted to win something neither of them understood anymore.
And she gave it back just as fiercely.
Gojo’s hand slid from her jaw to the back of her neck, fingers disappearing into wet strands of hair as he kissed her again with enough intensity to pull another breathless sound from her lips.
The rain continued pouring over them in heavy sheets while neon lights blurred around the edges of the set. The hood of the car creaked softly beneath her shifting weight when Gojo stepped even closer, and she could feel the rapid rise and fall of his breathing against her through his soaked shirt.
The audience was completely silent for exactly three seconds. Then the clip ended. The screen faded to black. And the entire studio erupted.
A mix of laughter, cheers, and surprised reactions filled the room. Some people clapped. Others were still staring at the screen like they needed a moment to process what they had just watched.
Back on the stage, neither actor was looking at the audience. Y/N had immediately grabbed the pillow from beside her chair and buried her face into it.
Completely. Only the top of her head was visible.
Meanwhile, Gojo had both hands covering his face, leaning back in his seat like he was physically trying to escape the memory. The host looked between them, trying and failing not to laugh. “I think…” he started, pausing as the audience continued laughing, “I think this might be the first time a scene has ended and both actors immediately tried to disappear.”
Y/N made a muffled noise from behind the pillow. “Why did you play this scene!”
The host laughed, clearly entertained by the fact that neither of them seemed capable of recovering. “Because,” he said, gesturing toward the screen behind them, “our audience voted for it.” Y/N slowly lifted her head from behind the pillow just enough to glare at the screen.
Gojo finally lowered his hands from his face, though he still looked like he regretted every decision that had led him to that chair.
The host laughed, looking between them. “Alright, alright. Let’s try to talk about the scene.”
Both of them immediately looked nervous again. Y/N slowly pulled the pillow back up. “No.”
The audience laughed. The host smiled. “Just a few questions.”
Gojo sighed dramatically. “This is a trap.”
The host turned toward the screen. “This was one of the most talked-about scenes from the movie. The chemistry between your characters was something audiences really noticed.”
He looked toward them.
“What was the most challenging part of filming it?”
A very long pause.
Y/N looked at Gojo.
Gojo looked at Y/N.
Neither answered.
The host raised his eyebrows. The audience started laughing again.
Finally, Y/N lowered the pillow slightly. “Um…”
“The rain.”
Both of them answered at the same time.
“The rain was difficult,” Y/N repeated.
“Yes,” Gojo agreed.
That made the entire audience laugh.
The host covered his smile, trying to stay professional. “Okay. The rain. Anything else?”
Y/N looked down. Gojo looked away.
The host slowly nodded. “Interesting.”
Gojo Satoru & Y/N Rewatch Their Most Iconic Scenes From the Film | The Scene Study
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cinemalover “the rain was difficult” BRO WE KNOW THAT WAS NOT THE ONLY DIFFICULT PART 💀
actoranalysis you can actually tell how much respect they have for each other as actors. the way they talk about the scenes is really sweet
behindthescenes the slap scene story was actually so funny because Gojo was like “hit me harder” and then got surprised when she actually did
filmarchives this interview proved their chemistry isn’t just on screen. they genuinely enjoy working together
yunjinarchive waiting for the behind-the-scenes footage of scene 3 because there is NO WAY that was normal filming 😭
filmnerd88 the way Gojo answered “all of it” BEFORE Y/N could even explain the stunt scene… sir you are supposed to be talking about the movie not promoting your co-star 💀
actioncinema the one take fight scene is insane. also the way she explained that her character fights smarter, not stronger >>>>>
gojossunglasses Gojo: “don’t hold back, actually slap me hard” Y/N: actually slaps him hard Gojo: surprised pikachu face
ynlover this episode started with “let’s analyze their acting” and ended with two actors refusing to discuss their own chemistry 10/10 interview.
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INDUSTRY INSIDER - Gojo Satoru and Y/N Spark Dating Rumors After Private Resort Appearance
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Fans may have a new reason to believe that the chemistry between Gojo Satoru and Y/N extends far beyond the screen.
The two actors, who recently starred together in the critically acclaimed film, have sparked fresh dating rumors after reportedly being spotted together at a private luxury resort following the film’s promotional schedule.
Neither Gojo nor Y/N has addressed the speculation, but photos from the location have quickly spread across social media, with fans analyzing every detail of their appearance.
In the images circulating online, the pair can be seen spending time together away from the spotlight, walking around the resort grounds, talking casually, and appearing noticeably comfortable in each other’s company.
One photo in particular has gained significant attention. Gojo can be seen looking toward Y/N while she appears distracted by something else, causing fans to immediately draw comparisons to his behavior during their recent The Scene Study interview, where he openly praised her dedication to the film.
“He has never looked at anyone like that,” one fan wrote.
Others pointed out that the two actors have displayed an unusually close friendship throughout the film’s press tour, from playful interview moments to their constant support of each other’s performances.
During the interview, Gojo quickly defended Y/N’s stunt work, revealing that she completed one of the film’s most difficult action sequences without a stunt double.
“She deserves the recognition,” he said at the time.
Fans have since revisited previous clips of the pair, claiming that their interactions show a level of comfort that goes beyond a typical co-star relationship.
However, sources close to the actors have stated that the two have always maintained a strong friendship since filming began and that their current relationship status remains private.
For now, Gojo Satoru and Y/N have given fans no official answer, leaving the internet to continue doing what it does best: investigating every smile, every glance, and every interaction.
And if the reactions online are anything to go by, fans are already convinced there is more to the story.
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y/nfanclub she went from “I admire his acting” to “vacation photos with him” IM CRYING 😭
popculturewatcher Guys remember, actors can be friends. Not every interaction means dating.
gojoswhitehair I AM SORRY BUT THE SECOND PHOTO???? THE WAY HE’S LOOKING AT HER?????
satorus “they’re just friends” yeah and I’m the director of the film
midnightviewer The funniest outcome would be if they’re actually dating and everyone spent months calling it “chemistry.”
gojolover y/n is achieved her fangirl dream.
y/nxgojo that right there is a successful fangirl
a/n - DID YOU GUYS ENJOY IT??!?!?! IT'S BACKKKKKK.
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no pressure!!! i just really miss your actor!gojo au soooo much, it's damn good! hope to see more of it soon <3
Awww thank you so muchhh for loving it!! I am just out of ideas for that au now 😭😭 I can continue it if I ever feel some inspiration flowing through me. Or if someone requests something!!
I started overrule because I wanted to write royal au gojo. But now I don't wanna write like a full fledged story! And I realised I have free will 😭 So I will be only writing scenes that I wanted to write lmaoooo
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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.
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 | 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.
