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NIGHT SHIFT 

a/n: (wc: 1k) gojo x reader, angst, i literally do not know what this is but i was listening to lucy dacus then this happened, not proofread we die like men

Contrary to popular belief, Satoru has never been good with his words. Not when it truly matters, at least.

A silver-tongue when it comes to all forms of mischief, he’s impressive at worming himself out of sticky situations. However, this is all the less impressive when you learn that his quick-witted remarks are usually what get him into those same situations. Oh, the double edged sword that is Gojo Satoru’s way with words.

Sometimes, he’s decent with them. He can convince you to stay in bed with him on those chilly winter mornings, turning five more minutes into twenty and a phone call into work feigning ill. He can persuade you to take a midnight trip to the bakery with him, indulging in sweets that would have your dentist going into cardiac arrest at the mere thought. He can recite the Jujutsu High handbook verbatim with ease, having memorized all of the rules he goes out of his way to ignore and diminish.

Always the loose-lipped loudmouth, it’s safe to say that he says a lot of things. 

On the contrary, one thing the great Gojo Satoru can’t say is I love you. 

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒

or four times Touya Todoroki almost told you he loves you, and one time he finally did

cw: GN!reader (one mention of them wearing a dress & heels), mentions of blood and injury, one brief mention of sex, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, canon universe | wc: 6.8k

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”

“Start Here” - Caitlyn Siehl

#001

Touya wants to tell you he loves you the very first time he meets you, which granted, he realizes is incredibly fucked up—but he swears on what little he has that it’s the truth.

Withering away in a damp and cornered alleyway, he clutches his abdomen in hopes of stopping whatever bleeding is going on down there. He can’t bring himself to look, but he’s certain it’s there from the warmth of the spot and the sticky film now covering his hand. 

Yes, he’s been in this situation before—you’d think he’d have learned by now, based on the embarrassing amount of times he’s walked this same path. But he hasn’t, which is clear as he sits and quietly moans in his own agony. His burns continue to sting as a new layer of charred skin forms by the second, sensitive and exposed. The cut in his side throbbing so harshly that he almost feels a bit nauseous just thinking about it. 

As he’s mentally finding the strength to stand, he hears faint footsteps. If they’re truly faint, he doesn’t know—it could just be the effect of his vision coming in and out paired with the piercing ringing in his ears. 

“Are you alright?”

He can barely opens his eyes, but he does—and he sees you. 

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8:01

“Did you-“

You blinked up at him and waited for the rest of the question. He coughed and looked over the top of your head before trying again.

“Did you want to st-“

He faltered when his eyes landed back on you. You looked happy and ready to wait in his arms forever while he sorted out his words.

“Is Bakugou okay?”

“I think Y/N broke him.”

“Ribbit.”

His grip tightened on you for a moment before he slid his arms up to wrap around your head instead of your shoulders. You giggled at the makeshift muscle earmuffs.

“SHUT UP EXTRAS OR I-“

You had wriggled free and had a brow raised at him. You were too close to risk yelling.

“-or I’ll murder you.” He spoke over the top of your head at the small audience.

“Let’s go study, Bakugou.” He huffed in reply and looked back down at you, trying to hide a pout. He also tried not to smile when he saw you still half buried in his arms.

“Oi, don’t call me that. I didn’t even yell that loud…for most of it.” He head-butted you softly, earning a laugh from you.

“Maybe stop saying you’ll murder our friends.”

He looked unsatisfied.

“C’mon, Katsuki. Let’s go study. You seemed distracted by something today.” You blinked up at him innocently. He smiled and leaned forward to growl into your ear.

“Wonder if it had to do with someone pulling me into that stairwell and…”

He looked up to see Jirou was one of the people in the room. He opened his mouth to resume shouting, but closed it when he realized you were already tugging him toward the elevators.

“I’ll murder you guys later.”

“Sure you will.”

“Have fun, studying.”

“Ribbit.”

Masterlist

School is starting back so I've asked around and compiled some advice and tips to help you do amazing this semester!

Make a calendar and put your class times in it. Schedule in lunch and dinner (and hopefully breakfast) and see what you have left. Schedule in study and homework time, social time, work time, sleep, and chores. I know this is a lot and can be overwhelming, but having a time table helps you to keep to due dates with minimal stress.

Join a club! Make connections. The club doesn't even have to be in your field, just something you enjoy. It helps you make friends, feel more comfortable, and gives you something to look forward to!

Look at your library's calendar. A lot of libraries have events like therapy dogs, book sales, free lunches, and the like that are always fun!

Always have a snack with you. Sometimes that project takes a bit longer than expected and snacks make things so much easier. You can't work well on an empty stomach.

A lot of campuses have trails and stuff. Find them and walk them at least once.

Experiment with your style and identity. Literally no one there cares. Everyone is just as tired and focused on graduating as you are and they won't remember how your hair was or what shoes you wore yesterday.

It's ok to drink and party and have fun! There seems to be a stigma around partying in the academic circle. You can go out every now and then and do stupid stuff and still get good grades.

Do not buy that brand new $2,000 laptop. You don't need it.

Buy that $30 umbrella that won't break in the wind and is big enough to keep you and your backpack dry. You will need it.

Go to office hours. It's a great way to get that recommendation letter.

You failed a test? Oh well. You failed a class? Retake it. Don't stress. This isn't going to be the end all. I promise these things don't matter much after you graduate.

Your GPA isn't a reflection of your abilities. Life happens and you will fumble and fail.

Participate in class. You're paying way too much so take advantage of that. Drain every bit of information from that teacher. I promise they love it.

Take a class that isn't directly related to your degree. If it sounds cool, take it!

Stress eat an entire cake at least once.

Dollar tree seasonings work just the same as fancy, fresh market ones.

Walk campus a few times. Learn where things are. I promise you'll find something weird. My campus used to have a small clown shrine in the woods.

Find someone who has a pet and befriend them.

Learn to cook a vegetable.

Make a Google doc with all the class info and email the link to your classmates. Tell them they can add to it. Notes questions, whatever. At the end of the semester yall will have a giant document with literally anything the teacher could put on a comprehensive final.

Don't buy your textbooks until after the first week or two. 90% of the time you don't need the textbook. A lot of classes (and all common core classes) are required to have a mandatory textbook. But like I said, they probably won't ever use it.

Buy the textbooks and field guides you like and keep them!

Get sleep. Every night. Bragging about not sleeping or hardly sleeping is stupid and very bad for your health.

Slow down. Life goes too fast and I hope you don't have to learn what's actually important in life while at a funeral wishing you spent more time with someone. Please slow down. You don't get time back but you can always make up ah assignment or a class.

Take a semester or summer off. No one cares if you graduate a bit or a lot late. You won't ever get this time again so enjoy it

Have fun! You have an opportunity not granted to a lot of people. But that doesn't mean to work constantly. You should enjoy yourself.

And lastly: calculus made everyone cry it's ok. No one will judge you for it I promise.

want this to be me

[03:47]

it was the sound of crashing pots and pans that woke oikawa up in the dead of night.

the boy instinctively reached out to the side of the bed, searching for any signs of you but you were gone. oikawa sighed as he turned onto his side, catching sight of the time before he mentally facepalmed. it was almost four in the morning, the boy thought, why in the world were you awake?

and so, in searching of answers to his questions, the boy pulled himself out of bed, padding out of the bed room and into the kitchen, the newfound bright light making him squint as he caught sight of you standing over the oven, eyes glued to the small timer displayed on the front of it.

“good morning,” he mumbled rubbing his eyes.

the sound of oikawa’s voice made you jump as you turned around to see a very sleepy version of your boyfriend, his slightly dazed eyes a significant contrast to your rather panicked alarmed ones. “shit,” you cursed out, walking towards the boy. “go back to bed, sorry for waking you,” you added as you began to push him back to the bedroom.

but oikawa gently removed your hands from him as he stood firm. “no, no it’s fine,” he mumbled. “why are you awake?”

“shit,” you sighed.

the boy laughed. “why is you being awake a bad thing?”

“kind of?” you answered. “i mean i did end up waking you, sorry about that.”

“no it’s ok baby,” oikawa reassured, voice as soft as the small smile on his lips. “now why are you awake?”

“this is gonna sound stupid,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“i’m all ears,” oikawa answered, now much more conscious than when you first saw him.

“ok fine,” you mumbled. “i had a dream about how i owned a bakery and how i baked a bunch of different sweets right?”

“yeah go on,” oikawa nodded intrigued a small smile curling on his lips.

“well, i remember baking a shit ton of chocolate chip cookies right? and before i could hand them out or sell them or something, i don’t know, i woke up, but here’s the thing,” you answered as oikawa followed along with your rather comical yet interesting story. “i ended up remembering the recipe to bake them.”

“so you remembered the recipe from your dream?”

“i mean i guess so.”

“how does that even work?” oikawa blinked before laughing.

“if i knew i would tell you,” you shrugged. “but anyway i woke up with a craving and a recipe and now i’m cooking before i can forget.”

“well that explains why you’re baking at three am,” oikawa mumbled with a sigh. “even if it’s for a rather weird reason.”

“hey! i was interested why my dream left me with a full recipe for cookies!” you exclaimed. “i just had to try it.”

“you really intrigue me sometimes love.”

“well that makes two of us,” you laughed as the oven went off, almost on cue. your eyes lit up at the sound before running back to the kitchen to go get them as oikawa watched on, a lovesick grin on his face as he watched you with adoring eyes.

you pulled the cookies out of the oven with a bright smile on your face, considering it was almost four in the morning. “wanna try them?”

“your mysterious dream recipe cookies?” oikawa teased. “of course.”

he walked up to you in the kitchen as you took the cookies off of the pan and onto a plate. the boy examined the cookies, nodding almost in approval at how they looked. you looked over at him. “what expected them to look like shit?”

“no,” he answered. “i just didn’t think you’d properly bake them at three in the morning.” he answered with a smirk, to which you hit him in the arm.

you rolled your eyes as you grabbed two fresh cookies off the plate. the two of you held up your cookies, looking to each other with admirable smiles. “to weird dreams.” you smiled.

“to mysterious recipes.”

“and to the loving boyfriend who would support me if i became a baker.” you giggled before the two of you took a bite, the cookies ending up much better than you had expected. “how is it?”

“write down the recipe,” oikawa answered before taking another bite. “i don’t want you forgetting this one.”

you laughed before grabbing a sheet of paper.

“way ahead of you.”

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HE’S NOTHING COMPARED TO ME miya atsumu 18+

cw: smut. female reader. no protection. oral. enemies to lovers. hate s^x! one bed trope :) repost!—2.3k+

[ masterlist ✮ suna + kuroo + osamu! ]

“get your dirty hands off me.”

he scoffed, pushing his nose into the back of your neck, “don’t act like ya don’t like it, princess.”

arguing with miya atsumu on a day you were anticipating relaxation was not part of your schedule—to be fair, arguing with him was never planned at all, but he always seemed to weasel his way into your plans.

whether it was when you cleaned the msby jerseys, fixed the net before their practice, any basic chore—he always had something to critique you on. ‘it’s too low’ or ‘you missed a spot’ slipping through his lips more times than you could count, and that stupid smile he wore at your frustration never drifted.

he was nothing but a perfectionist in the end, and as much as you wished he kept it to himself; he didn’t. it was second nature at this point to listen to his small complaints, and it pained you to know exactly why he was that way.

growing up with constant competition of a twin who always seemed to be a little better than you in everything was difficult to grow out of, and perhaps you had the smallest bit of a soft spot for him because of it.

and as you avoided most things involving atsumu, he couldn’t help but infiltrate your schedule each and every time. being forced to bunk with one of the most irritating men on the team would have caused a migraine if he hadn’t already created one hours prior. the small snickers from the other members that filled your ears as you pulled the short end of the stick made it even worse; a vein could nearly pop from your forehead due to frustration.

to make things even worse, atsumu was already mad at you to begin with. being forced to share a room with him made him feel a mixture of emotions. the way you flirted with his brother hours prior repeated in his head—and right in front of him too! it was as if he was wracking his brain to get an upper-hand, but the thought of losing to his brother once again plagued his mind.

he was mad; angry—all because of you—someone who raises his heartbeat in a way he despised. he normally wouldn’t feel so strong in a situation like this because as a perfectionist, he always gets what he wants.

until it came to you.

landing on the wrong foot, things were rocky and only got worse throughout time. the small compliments and helpful hand always seemed to turn for the worst—and then of course, you met his brother. one sentence and you were smitten, atsumu knew it. there was only one way to fix the issue, and he wasn’t going to miss the perfect chance.

“seriously miya,” his hand squeezed tight against your side as you attempted to pry it off, “what’s your endgame here?”

“’s cold.”

his words made little sense as his skin was much warmer than yours, the hot sensation of his breath sticking to the back of your neck as each second his body seemingly inched closer. wiggling your body against his, you tried once again to free yourself from his grasp. the comforter rubbing against the bed filled the silence as he continued to pull you close—refusing to let go.

flipping onto your back and still between his arms, a smug look filled his features as he peered down at you innocently, “it’s not ma’ fault theres only one bed.”

the low vibrations of his voice sent shivers down your spine as his hand let loose to rub against your thigh. the darkness of the room covering the tint against the tip of his ears, much to his liking.

pushing him away once against, he furrowed his eyebrows at your movements. though, his hand found home on you once again. and as if it was a game of cat and mouse, arms tangled between each other with a mixture of protests.

“could’ya just—“ his arm continued to fight against yours until he swiftly wrapped it around your waist, pulling you close against his chest, “just stop?”

“i fucking hate you,” your words shot into him, anger resurfacing within him once more as you continued throw insults, “havent you realize that?”

“ya don’t hate me.”

“i do.”

he pulled you closer, nose brushing against his without notice, “what do you want from me, miya?”

silence filled the room once again as you stayed tense in his arms, his eyes shaking slightly as if his brain was pacing for the perfect words—a perfect excuse—to use.

“i saw the way ya looked at ‘samu today.”

a dry laugh left your lips as your eyes rolled, jealousy was always the fort built in his words, his brother being the reoccurring victim of his insecurities, “all of this because of your fucking brother?”

“do ya like him?”

“more than you.”

you hated the way his furrowed eyebrows made your chest tighten. the unresolved feelings you’ve felt towards the man that held you close fighting against your urges to end the feud once and for all. the defeated look he showed was covered up quickly, the façade he wore was radiating determination, “then ya know what i want.”

“and what’s that?”

miya atsumu was tired of the game taking place in his heart, dipping down softly to place a sweet kiss against your lips. the lack of response concerned him until you pulled him back in hesitantly, asking for an answer with the way your arms wrapped around his neck, hands carding through his hair with a pull.

“to change that.”

rolling atop you and spreading your legs as if he’s done it a million times, his lips did not leave yours. the animalistic growl leaving his throat shocked you as he rubbed himself against your warmth in no time—like an animal in heat. the clothing separating you both becoming his worst enemy, that was, after you of course.

“all this because—“ your words were broken between his kisses, “your twin is better than you?”

“‘m better than him.”

“i bet he fucks better than you.”

“just another thing i’ll prove wrong,” his hands pulled your shirt off your body, taking his own in the process and relishing at the chance to touch your intimate skin against his, “he’s nothin’ compared to me.”

his hands roamed your body, unhooking the clasp on your back, mouth finding your tits instantly as your head fell back. the tugs in his hair had him grinding harder against you, the shaky breaths evident as your plump chest bobbed against his face.

sweat surfaced on his skin as the temperature of the room seemed to get higher, the grip on your hips surely to leave a bruise if he continues to hold you flushed against him.

his cocked jumped at the sound of his name leaving your lips in a moan, marks littering your chest as his mouth worked its was down to you center. the slur of your words were almost intoxicating as if his veins were filled with infinite adrenaline, salivating at the thought of how wet he’s made you with his tongue alone.

“may i, princess?” his hand rubbed against your folds through your shorts, the small whine leaving your lips as you arched your back was enough of an answer for him to discard of them immediately, leaving you completely bare under his touch.

“your brother would have had me cumming by now.”

he laughed lowly at your words to cover his irritation, tongue invading your slick as if he was feasting after weeks of starvation. the feeling of his groans worked perfectly against your clit as he circled, growing harder at your taste.

precum wet his sweats as he realized his imagination did you no justice, months of his secret yearning to be between your legs completely worth it as his digits found their way inside you, pushing you closer to that climax with the search of your sweet spot.

“is this it?” his voice was condescending as he watched your legs shake under the curl of his finger, navigating and memorizing every inch within you. you yelped slightly as he caressed you inside, a laugh leaving his lips, “there it is, baby.”

“i hate you.”

“sure ya do,” he began to suck harder against your bud, thighs clenching around his head as that climax approached, “cum for me, angel. ya got this.”

the approval was sexy; encouraging. the feeling of both his mouth and hand simultaneously fucking you was intense. it was delicate, yet rough. he wanted to give you the best experience—he wanted you to crawl back for more, “f-fuck! ‘tsumu!”

the gushing against his hands almost made him cum alone as his mouth cleaned the mess he created on your cunt. the stutter of his first name from your lips was hypnotizing as he began to test your limits on your sensitivity, licking your swollen bud and holding your body down with his arms.

the roll of your eyes—in a way that wasn’t annoyance—was ethereal. raised his body to roll his sweats to his knees, he couldn’t wait any longer. he looked prideful as your release painted his face sloppily, his hand slowly pumping his hard. coming down from your high, your eyes watched his as he smeared the cum on his tip a few times at the sight of your fucked-out look.

“what are you waiting for?”

“i am admirin’ the view.”

heat invaded your cheeks as his eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint. was it lust? similar, but not quite. it’s as if he had been anticipating this moment, eyes fucking you before he actually did.

pushing his tip against your clit, goosebumps caused his shoulders to jerk at the pleasure. your body twitched against him as if you were begging for him. slowly sliding his way inside you, his eyes clutching shut at the feeling of home within your walls. moving at a pace you didn’t agree with, he wanted to feel each detail of you before his inevitable corruption.

“please,” words finally slipped your mouth, his eyes opening at the pleads, “fuck me like you mean it, miya.”

his surname forced him to forget his needs as his hips snapped into you, stretching you against his length at an immeasurable speed as the slaps against your skin filled the room.

“back to miya, huh?”

the small smirk faded off his lips as your head fell back against the pillow, the raise of your legs to ease the position found their ways into his hands, his palms holding your knees back into the mattress to watch himself disappear inside of you thrust after thrust.

“yer so fucking pretty,” his words were broken, as if he was choking. all emotions leaving his face as he was too focused on the sight of you. the way your tits bounced, or the way your previous orgasm helped you fit him in perfectly, it was too delicious for him not to stop and take it in, “yer mine. all mine.”

“you wish.”

he changed his pace at your rejection, pulling out completely and slamming back into you to watch the curvature of your back pull up from the sheets. his arm wrapped under smoothly to repeat the motion. the way your jaw slacked open completely caused his demeanor to change back, an irritated smile filling his lips at your submissive state when you were the opposite moments prior.

“don’t lie to ya’self, baby,” the cock of his head would have made you roll your eyes if his actual cock wasn’t already forcing you to do so, “say yer mine.”

“over my dead body.”

“the way ya going limp on my dick right now, you kind of resemble one.” he joked, rubbing his thumb on the forming bruise he held you at minutes before.

“fuck,” you moaned your words, “fuck you.”

“that you are.”

his hair stuck to his forehead as looked up at the ceiling, relaxing his neck. hands loosening up on you as his body was slowly giving up at the orgasm he was pursuing. stars swarmed his vision as he picked up his pace slowly, yet sloppy.

he was cute, you admitted. as if he was lovestruck, even though you constantly pushed his egotistical words away for months on end. his breath shook while his legs gave out, pushing his chest into yours as his eyes latched onto you.

“so beautiful,” he whispered against your skin, “so, so beautiful.“

“cum in me, ‘tsumu.”

widening his eyes at your command, his forehead pushed against yours as he continued to push through. an ungodly noise left his body, but was quickly muffled as you pulled him in for a kiss, lips clumsily working against each other as his thrust became weaker, your body clenching against his to milk every drop out of him as he filled you completely.

disconnecting his body from yours, he collapsed next to you. your inhales syncing up as he pulled you close like before, except this time you didn’t pull away.

sweat covered his body but you paid no mind as yours did too, the sexual pheromones turning into nothing but an unspoken love being acknowledged; one that was present for days on end but never talked of.

sleeping with atsumu invaded your schedule, and fucking him was the result. although you seemed relatively busy, you weren’t exactly against clearing up time to make the night become a habit. maybe having benefits with a perfectionist would end up being more beneficial to you in the end, but was it really benefits? or was it something more?

“get outta ya head,” he mumbled against your neck, “and just stay here with me.”

“ok, miya.”

“keep callin’ me that and i’ll make ya a miya,” he sighed, shaking his head slightly, “that way ya cant call me that anymore.”

“like… marriage?”

“how else, dummy.”

“i guess marrying your brother wouldn’t be that bad.”

his voice was grumpy as he pulled you closer to his chest, leaving a small kiss on your neck, “brother? i don’t got one.”

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