Bungou Stray Dogs Wan! 1 - 14: Chuuya’s Wonderful Day

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You Are In Love (Gojo Satoru x You)

summary: you can't stop dreaming about him, and your friends start to notice a change in your behavior. (2.4k words)

cw/tags: mild angst to comfort, friends to lovers, pining, idiots in love, profanity, elder sorcerers being assholes, pet names (doll, gorgeous, etc), uhh gojo loses his cool and blows up a building lol, kissing, one instance of foreshadowing manga spoilers but only if you squint

note: HELLOO GOJO NATION. ok so i'll be so honest with you, this stupid man was my #1 for so long and i think those feelings resurfaced so i got a little carried away with writing this (it's my longest fic so far, my bad). but yk something about gojo, hawks, and kuroo all being played by the voice actor just gets me. the prompt for this is from the AMAZING @creativepromptsforwriting and was supposed to be a drabble but turned into a full fic. anyways, hope you enjoy it!!

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated!

“It’s too quiet. Can I tell you guys a joke I heard on TV?”

“Mmm, please don’t.”

“But it’s funny!”

“Satoru.”

“Ooh, using my first name. Something’s up with you.”

“Something is not up with me, weirdo.”

“No, something is definitely off with you today.” You thought Suguru and Shoko had stopped listening, but they chimed in with evidence of your odd behavior.

“You said good morning differently,” Shoko added, casually taking a sip of her soda and peering at you over the rim. Her hair sways gently in the breeze outside of the convenience store you four had stopped at before heading back to Jujutsu Tech. You glare at her and open your mouth to defend yourself when Suguru adds his two cents.

“You tripped up during that last mission that should have been a cakewalk,” which was true, but you thought your mistake had gone unnoticed. The truth was, the spirit had caught you off guard with a simple teleport trick. It warped behind you and unlatched its grotesque jaws to end your life faster than you could blink. You should have been able to predict the movement with your eyes closed, but you’d been too focused on making sure a certain white-haired sorcerer was alive after your group had been ambushed several hundred feet underground. Suguru had given you a curious look after one of his demons saved your ass, and you’d flipped him off hoping that would be the end of it. “And you also flipped me the bird instead of saying thank you,” he shrugged.

“You also finish your food the fastest out of all of us, and today you haven’t even taken three bites,” Shoko says, finishing her drink and standing to toss it in the trash bin. “Something’s going on with you, and I, for one, am incredibly curious as to why.” Satoru watches you with a smug glint in his eye, and it takes all your willpower not to strangle him.

“As glad as I am to know that you all pay such great attention to my habits, I promise there’s nothing wrong.” The three of them stare at you skeptically but thankfully decided to drop the subject, instead pivoting to who’s most likely to go to jail first (it’s Gojo).

After the late lunch, you begin the walk back to Jujutsu Tech as the sky transforms into faded shades of orange and pink. The vanishing sun casts shining reflections on the surrounding skyscrapers, bouncing off the windows of speeding cars and zooming trains. Satoru and Suguru walk ahead, playfully shoving each other and almost falling over doing so.

“Alright, are you gonna tell me what’s going on now that Dumb and Dumber aren’t here?” Shoko asks as she falls into step with you. The sides of your mouth turn down, realizing that she didn’t forget about your conversation at lunch. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell your closest friends what was going on; you just didn’t know how to explain what you had dreamed about the previous night and the night before that, and all the nights the past two weeks.

It began with a look he had given you after a meeting with some higher-ups in the sorcerer world. They had visited Jujutsu Tech unexpectedly, stating that they would be evaluating the skill levels of random students. Out of your group of friends, only you and Satoru had been pulled to be tested. Principal Yaga had instructed both of you before entering the room to give the evaluation your best effort and to not become indignant if they judged you poorly.

The brass declared your evaluation to be first, and you poured all of your energy into showcasing the power of your Cursed Technique. You even managed to pull off a few strikes of extension techniques that you’d been perfecting for months. Though the entire performance lasted less than ten minutes, you were breathless and light-headed when the panel told you to stop. After bowing deeply, you moved to exit the room, desperate for fresh air, but they stopped you and began listing every single reason why your demonstration was unsatisfactory. Besides “inefficient technique, predictable attacks, weak offense, insufficient defense,” and a general lack of power compared to that of other sorcerers at your level, they informed you that your Cursed Technique was obsolete and would eventually render you useless as more innately talented sorcerers take your place. You were speechless at their blunt criticism of your effort, on the verge of breaking down, but you managed to nod in acknowledgment as you stepped out of the room.

But then you saw him sitting there, waiting on his phone and looking up at you with a bright smile as he stood to greet you. A confusing blend of disappointment, anger, sadness, and loneliness panged in your heart and spread to the rest of your body, and you rapidly tried to blink away the moisture welling up in your eyes while Satoru approached. He was halfway through a snarky remark about you blowing away their expectations when his smile dropped and his eyebrows furrowed with concern. Shit, he’d noticed you crying.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me. What the fuck did they do to you?” Dashing blue eyes found yours through the clouds in your vision, and his thumbs gently brushed away stray tears that escaped down your cheeks.

“Do you think I’m weak, Satoru?” Your voice cracks when the words finally spill out, swallowing hard to push down the sobs threatening to break loose from your constricted lungs. Satoru freezes, eyes searching yours. He doesn’t answer your question immediately, but instead asks again.

“Doll, what the fuck did they do.” You can’t get a reply out in time before his focus snaps up to behind you, and a second later you hear the door roll open, one of the officials commanding Satoru to enter for his evaluation. His large hands hold your face and turn you to look up at him, and you move unconsciously to cover his hands with yours. “Stay here for me, okay?” He glanced at the official waiting in the doorway, blue eyes dark with suppressed rage. “This won’t take long.”

His evaluation lasts two minutes and four seconds. At first, the room was silent and you couldn’t hear any demonstration of Satoru’s technique, almost as if the panel was having a conversation with him before they began. Then, at two minutes on the dot, the room was blown to splinters. The door, the ceiling, the porch, and all of the furniture inside were violently thrown outward in an explosion that made the ground beneath your feet tremble. Curiously, none of the debris had hit you, but you coughed through the dust and saw that the panel hadn’t been so lucky, all of them buried under shredded beams of wood and canvas. And, standing at the center of the room’s remains with a satisfied grin plastered on his beautiful face, was Satoru. He found his way over to where you stood in disbelief and took your hand in his, interweaving your fingers and guiding you away from the ruined building.

You two walked hand-in-hand in silence back to your dorm, where he seemed reluctant to let go of your hand. Before he walked away, he finally answered your question from earlier.

“I tell you this not just as your friend, but as another sorcerer. You are not weak. Your technique is special and something that those shithead elders haven’t seen in decades, and they don’t like what they don’t understand. I know the thought of leaving Jujutsu Tech crossed your pretty little mind, but you shouldn’t. People need you here, Shoko, Suguru, Mei Mei...” He hesitated, taking a shallow breath and reaching back for your hand.

“Me,” he said, his voice low, and his voice got even softer until it was almost a breath. “I need you here.” As quickly as the fondness in his voice appeared, it disappeared. “And, plus, you definitely can’t leave us here with ol’ Yaga. What the hell am I gonna do if I can’t hide in your room while he’s trying to beat my ass?”

You laugh, and the feeling makes you feel better. He makes you feel better. You smile back at him and finally bid him farewell, and he raises your hand to his lips as he says goodbye.

After that, he’d appeared in your dreams for two weeks straight. The dreams started as a continuation of what would have happened if you didn’t just say goodbye to him, if you’d invited him into your dorm, or if you’d let him pull you into his. They transformed after the fourth day into what it would be like to love him and receive his love in return: stolen kisses, flirty whispers, and movie dates to name a few. All these dreams added up to the previous night’s nightmare, where a mission had gone bad and he’d been imprisoned with no hope of breaking him free. You’d startled awake covered in sweat, and barely fell back asleep before your alarm forced you to start the day.

“It’s… hard to explain,” you reply apologetically, and Shoko looks at you with so much skepticism written on her face that you have to turn away and look in the other direction.

“So something is bothering you.”

“Yeah, there is. I’m sorry; it’s just really, really hard to verbalize.”

“Can I take a stab at what’s bothering you?”

“If you could actually stab it that’d be great, but sure. Knock yourself out.”

“It’s Satoru, isn’t it?” You stop mid-stride and her face lights up with amusement. “Holy shit, it’s Satoru. You like Gojo Satoru.”

“Jeez, Shoko, go ahead and say his name four hundred million times, why don’t you? But really, what tipped you off?”

“Ten seconds ago when you asked me to stab your problem, I figured it out,” she chuckles, bumping her shoulder against yours playfully. “If it’s any consolation, I’m 99% sure he’s felt that way about you for a while.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“How do you know?”

“Would you let me off the hook if I said it was hard to explain?”

“Har, har, very funny. Could you at least try?”

“Mmm, I think it’s better if he explains it himself.”

“You’re no help, Shoko.”

“Yes, and you love me anyway. But not as much as you love Sa–” You groan, covering your burning face in both hands and increasing the speed of your steps to escape your friend’s teasing chuckles.

When you finally arrive at school, the stars have started rising and the moon hangs in the sky. You walk in the direction of the dorms when Shoko suddenly unlinks her elbow from yours, winking at you over your shoulder.

“Suguru, can you help me move something from the gym real quick? I forgot a few things over there.”

“Sure, but why do you need my help?” Shoko gives him a pointed look and realization quickly washes over his features. “Oh, OH. Okay, of course, sure.” Suguru turns on his heel awkwardly, briskly walking in the direction of the gym.

“Satoru, walk them back to their dorm. Don’t want anything happening to them after their little slip today,” she adds before heading in the other direction with Suguru, who tries and fails to communicate something to Satoru with a nod of his head.

“Alright, pretty girl, you heard Shoko. C’mere and let me walk you home before she beats my ass.”

“I think you have too many people on this planet that want to beat your ass. And, for the record, I’m one of them.”

“It’s the price of being this gorgeous, gorgeous.” A soft laugh escapes your mouth, and you swear Satoru’s smile gets a little wider. The rest of the short walk to your dorm is just as easy and comfortable, Satoru making stupid comments and you replying with a quick remark over and over until you’re back in the same situation you’d been in two weeks ago. But, this time, you realized that Satoru was a lot closer to you, leaning back against your door with your hand touching the handle but not opening it. You both spend a few moments there, just looking at each other, and his mesmerizing eyes flicker to your mouth when you unconsciously lick your lips. He opens his mouth to say something smart, but you beat him to it.

“If you’re gonna look down at my lips and say something stupid about it, you might as well do what I’ve been wanting you to do for ages.”

“Oh? And what’s that, pretty girl?”

You sigh in mock disappointment and look up at him through your eyelashes. “If you don’t know what it is by now, then I guess… you don’t deserve to do it.” His pupils are blown wide with desire, and you resist the impulse to laugh.

“God, you’re intoxicating,” he says, before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter shut and you melt into him, arms snaking around his neck while his hands find your waist and hold you up from your knees that have turned to jelly. The first kiss is gentle and experimental, but having the flirtiest asshole in the country chasing your lips as you briefly pull away gives you a newfound wave of confidence, pulling him closer and closer until his body is flush against yours. When you finally pull away from each other and catch your breath, he doesn’t go very far, resting his forehead against yours.

“You know, I wanted to kill them. Those wrinkly assholes two weeks ago that had the gall to call you weak. And I would have, you know I would have, but you were outside… and you were crying… I just didn’t know what to do. I saw red, and, uh, then the building exploded.” You chuckle at his confession and he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, rubbing his nose against yours.

“I had a dream about you. Well, a lot of dreams.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm. Got a little nervous today when I heard you talk with Shoko about liking a boy, but it helps knowing now that the boy is me. And, hopefully, it will only ever be me.”

“You pretentious asshole.”

“You know it.”

“You’re a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.”

“I know you are.”

“And I’m never going anywhere.” He kisses your forehead sweetly, and it’s just like the dreams that had plagued you for weeks before. “Ever.”

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whats-humanity-lol

3 years ago

theory that dazai is connected to the real world (us) and just goes to Tumblr and search for theories and analysis to help him come up with plans 💪😻

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whats-humanity-lol

3 years ago

BUNGO STRAY DOGS MANGA SPOILERS

All this and y'all still tell me he's straight

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whats-humanity-lol

1 year ago

a/n: spidey reader and gojo here!! typical story where gojo is the rich popular guy and reader is a nobody but also the spidey ))

cw: a lil bit of angst, barely any violence, THE UPSIDE DOWN KISS YES ITS A WARNING AND A SPOILER UGH idc

his father had told him that it wasn’t safe for him to walk around the town without any security. and the man is probably right, because every night, as gojo lurks in the corners of news in hopes of seeing something new about the local hero who insists on being called “the spider-man”, he realises that there is a lot of bad things happening in town.

yet today he isn’t going home like he usually does; after hanging out somewhere in the city with at least on of his father’s security guards walking somewhere behind him, geto and shoko; or when he just goes straight home because he doesn’t really want to do anything. now satoru is alone, just slowly roaming around with nothing to do and free of eyes on his back, with music in his ears as the darkness falls over the city.

he feels melancholic, really calm and tries to enjoy the rare moments of being alone as much as he can. some could say it’s disrespectful and not really smart of him to lie to his father and security about his whereabouts, but he doesn’t care.

that is until he finds himself in some neighbourhood he’s never been to before. it’s a place that radically differs from where is home is (if you could call a place on top of a skyscraper with a ‘gojo inc.’ logo on it that is in one of the popular boroughs of tokyo a neighbourhood); the buildings are small, the the streets and corners are dirty and shady looking, and satoru starts feeling uncomfortable as soon as he realises that he has no idea how to go home because he wasn’t really remembering the path he used.

satoru could call his dad, but he isn’t going to do that, too proud to admit to the old man that he kinda messed up. he considers it when he spots a group of men following him, though.

it’s not long before his name is called loudly and the only thing he can do is run forward, with his heart beating in his throat as he hears the three men getting closer and closer. just as he stops at the sight of a dead end his heart stops along with him.

“didn’t expect to see you in our territory, rich boy.” says the man with a scar on the corner of his lips. satoru is pretty sure the other one in the back with snakelike eyes is ready to lunge at him at any given moment, and the one with stitches all over his face by the latter’s side looks at him as if he’s a meal.

“don’t be so unwelcoming, toji, i’m sure he came with presents! right, satoru-kun?” he somehow manages to get a hold of the boy as the snake eyes rips his bag off of him. gojo is sure he is going to get bruises because of how he struggles under the hold of the guy, but all of his instincts scream for him to run away so he tries and tries.

satoru figures they know him because of his father and the press conferences that the older gojo forced him to attend as the future heir of gojo inc. he always dreaded those days and instead tried finding some joy in the events that the companies would hold after the conferences, sneaking in geto and shoko to mess around—

before he can say anything though, there is a fifth person joining the party.

“ah-ah-ah, aren’t you guys ashamed? three against one seems a bit unfair, does it?”

satoru’s heart nearly springs out of his chest as soon as he recognises the new voice. and soon the source of the voice lands behind the three men, the shadow of their figure enhanced by the street lights. he wants to record this moment so bad juts so he can show it to geto and fangirl about how cool you are, but he is frozen into his place, still under the hold of one of the guys.

the scarred one turns around to face you and you shoot your web right into his chest, tugging him closer to land a punch on his adam’s apple, effectively knocking him down. jumping high in the air, you claim the other two with webs and land back down, making them slam down with a loud thud. they fall unconscious while the other still writhes in pain, but gojo still catches his sharp eyes on himself.

your voice brings him back, “you okay?”

he nods, readying to give his thanks to you, but you interrupt him once again.

“let’s get you out of here, yeah?”

you open your arms and motion for him to step closer.

“hope you’re not scared of heights,” you smile under the mask, wrapping your arm around his waist as he wraps both around your neck. he finds it cute how you are still smaller than him even though he’s seen you demonstrate your strength countless of times in the videos you yourself or others posted, enough to know that you can crush him easily too. “hold on tight!”

flying through the city feels even more freeing than walking around without any supervision. and the scenery changes so fast he can’t keep up; his neck hurts from looking around and his throat is sore from all the screaming(satoru forgets about your ears probably dying of overstimulation because of how loud he was screaming right into them). but you laugh along with him nonetheless, flying up on your webs and then just letting go. he grips you tighter every time you do that.

you put him down in a different neighbourhood and he looks around deliriously, trying to find you. he can see the gojo inc. from his spot so he figures he now has an alibi for where he was all day, and satoru also figures that you probably know him if you chose this spot.

but he doesn’t really care about that; adrenaline is still pumping through him and excitement glimmers in his eyes as he saves the previous moments in his brain, still looking for you. you aren’t gonna leave without a goodbye, right?

turning around with a sigh, he is met with your masked self, hanging upside down from the staircase.

“you shouldn’t be walking alone in those places when it’s this late.”

“were you stalking me?” satoru grins widely, stepping closer to you.

“i was just in the neighbourhood,” you shrug a little awkwardly, giggling. “as i always am. y’know, friendly neighbourhood spider-man and all.”

satoru chuckles, expression softening, “you’re amazing.”

“not everyone thinks so,” satoru remembers people in local interviews and police calling you a vigilante and a nuisance, with reasonings such as ‘there is no need to rob police of their work’(well if police did their work there wouldn’t— shut up, satoru) and ‘i don’t feel protected by a spider looking thing’ (geto, that’s so dumb though! oh my god) and so on.

“well, i think that you’re amazing and incredible and i really admire you.”

your masks’ eyes widen in surprise and you nod in gratitude, looking away from. but your gaze is back on him when he steps a little too close to, so close his eyes are on the level of your chin and lips. that gives satoru an idea.

“i want to show you how grateful i am,” his twitching fingers ghost over your neck, looking for the seam of your mask. “can i?”

“i don’t think it’s a good idea…”

but satoru doesn’t listen, swallowing visibly before he slowly tugs off your mask, revealing skin until he reaches your nose. he is already doing something out of line, he has to appreciate the fact that you’re even letting him this close and not punching him in the face.

your lips look pretty, he notes, pretty enough for him to lean in and plant his over them.

so soft and plump, he sucks on your lower lip, tugging it back a little just to feel you lean forward, catching his lips and him off guard. a smile appears on his face as he caresses the sides of your face, your jaw and neck, but he has to pull away to let both of you breathe.

his breathing is deep and heave, eyes still focused on your lips, thinking of tasting them once again, but you don’t let him, nudging his chin with your nose as if bringing him back to reality.

satoru places a final kiss on your jaw and pulls back, not forgetting to fix your mask.

“you should give me your number.”

you laugh sweetly, shaking your head, “i’ll see you again, pretty.” and leap off, leaving him alone to calm down his burning body.

only 38 missed calls from his dad manage to cool him down, his blood literally running cold at the realisation of what’s waiting for him at home.

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whats-humanity-lol

1 year ago

two-faced — jjk smau

in which gojo pisses off a famous streamer (you 🫵) for funsies and unleashes a legion of loyal fans who want him dragged, doxxed, or dead. fortunately for him, you have your own secrets that you’ll take to the grave, perfect for him to take advantage of. when the two of you meet, an unlikely love story for the ages blossoms aka a lighthearted smau abt gojo n the gang!!

pairings: gojo x f!reader

genres: social media au (smau), crack, fluff, strangers to enemies (?) to lovers

warnings: profanities, dark humour, sexual jokes, mentions of death and suicide, very stupid jokes don’t take anything too seriously!! ignore timestamps. will contain jokes / references from the manga !! you will be warned of spoilers on the posts that have them 🤍

this is my first smau so if it’s not funny i Apologise 😨 just for the shits n giggles !! upload schedule will probably be based on how well this is received 🤍 note all characters are in uni (ages 18-20)

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01: hit tweet this, hit tweet that, why don’t you hit the gym?

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whats-humanity-lol

3 years ago

CHAPTER 96 IS OUT OMF I CAN'T DO TJIS

https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/mobile/folders/104L_wf2d05Ib9rRcXYgNdfHQOnrn4w6I

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whats-humanity-lol

2 years ago

istg the new season of bungo stray dogs isn't getting enough attention like dude, the start of it is literally ranpo's backstory c'mon, ppl need to start watching it

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whats-humanity-lol

1 year ago

heaven on earth ✭ ˎˊ-

ft. social media au ⸝⸝ idol!xiao x fem!reader

genre — 5wirl band au, next door neighbour (apartment but same thing), slow-burn, fluff, crack, angst (at some point yea), modern au, flirty x shy trope, sfw, includes writing ✰

staus — on-going

PROFILES — sleep deprived workaholics / an(emo) qties

table of contents !

00. prologue .. once upon a time ✮

01. cupid meter !

02. information acquired !

03. gift from stranger !

04. communication is key ✮

05. gift for stranger !

06. pride or nice !

07. unwinding !

08. a new number !