Pookie Bear

Pookie bear

A day to remember

Inumaki x gn!reader

this is a request!! thank u so much for requesting💗anyways time for jujutsu tech prom hehe😌 (lets pretend prom is a thing in japan and that there's actually enough students to do a cute thing like this lmaoo)

also since this is a prom fic, the second years are now third years and the first years are second years

@noomon one tag for uuuuu

The atmosphere was oddly lovey-dovey at Jujutsu Tech recently. Prom was just around the corner, so it wasn't exactly odd that spirits were high, but considering the usually grim faces that you see in the halls of the school, it does feel strange to see everyone so excited.

Then again, you suppose it is better to make the most of every day as a sorcerer and little joys like this are precisely what make all the death and injury worth it.

But, on the topic of prom... You don't know who to go with! You might just end up skipping out or going alone if you must (Gojo will probably force you to go). After all, prom isn't all about dancing with a guy and romantic stuff, it's about having fun with your friends and laughing at the memories you made as students of this school.

Or, well, for this kind of school, maybe some of the memories are better forgotten.

"Hey, senpai!" you heard a familiar voice behind you. It was Yuuji and Nobara! They often come to talk to you about random things so you aren't at all surprised to see them.

"Hello." you greet them, wondering what crazy story they'll tell you today.

"Do you already have a date for prom?" Yuuji and Nobara beamed.

"Do I- No, no I don't." that's the question you were expecting the least. Why are they asking you this anyways?

"Great." Nobara huffed, very satisfied with your answer. Yuuji seemed even more excited than before. You had little question marks floating above your head.

"Why are you happy about me being single? Are you two trying to tell me something?" your eyebrows furrowed slighly. But then again, Nobara and Yuuji are idiots (affectionately), so you don't think they're seriously trying to insult you.

"Oh, actually, it's because-"

Nobara slapped a hand over Yuuji's mouth before he could continue his sentence. "It's nothing, don't worry about it." she smiled at you, dragging Yuuji away and muttering something you couldn't quite catch.

Huh. How strange.

But now that you think about it, there is one person you'd really like to go to prom with.

.

The next day, Panda approaches you after class.

"Hey, you should like, totally follow after me right now. I have something to show you." Panda suggested cheerfully. And why not? Knowing Panda, he probably just has something funny or stupid to show you, which is always a pleasure.

As you followed him, a strange feeling started rising up inside you. You felt oddly fidgety and excited. Maybe it was the whole prom thing. I mean, with the strange conversation you had with the second years just yesterday is it that much of a stretch to assume that you're about to get confessed to via a prom invitation?

Nah, you shouldn't get ahead of yourself. If anything, Panda's going to let you in on someone else's promposal plan so you can help them out. Not that that's a bad thing, you just really get your hopes up sometimes.

You were being lead down a dimly lit hallway in one of the more secluded areas of the school. There was even candles here and there, to set the mood, you assume. Wow, this is really a last minute invitation. They're asking you to help out at the last possible moment, huh?

You soon found yourself in front of a group of students, all lined up to make a little walkway for you and Panda. Panda stops right at the end of the line, motioning for you to continue walking. All the other third years lined up were smiling knowingly at you. What in the world is going on?

You walked down the line of students a bit hesitantly, taking the flowers each of them handed you along the way. Oh wow, this is impressive. And also definitely means that this promposal is meant for you. You can feel your heart start beating faster with excitement when taking each rose into your hands.

Who orchestrated a confession so grand? Please be him...

Nobara handed you a rose when you walked by her, smiling proudly at you. Now the question from yesterday makes perfect sense.

At the end of the line of students, you saw a few of your classmates holding up signs that said "I know I'm not a man of many words, but I really need you to kelp me out here. It's almost prom night and you're still not together with me (which is criminal in my opinion). This isn't just a prom invitation, by the way. Will you go out with me tunaight?"

There's only one person that could have written those signs. Not just because of the familiar handwriting, but also because of the words he chose. And sure enough, Inumaki Toge was proudly holding up the middle sign, looking at you.

You clutched the makeshift boquet of roses in your hand. It was him after all.

In all three years of your schooling at JJT, you've found Inumaki Toge to be especially charming. You had a bit of trouble talking to him at first, but you quickly got along after you bridged the whole "onigiri ingredient" gap. Honestly, you don't know how long it's been since you felt... a special way about him.

It took you a while to realise, but you definitely like him. More than a friend.

And knowing it's mutual...

He looked at you with such hope in his eyes that it made you want to hug him and kiss him all over. And so you did.

The sign he was holding fell to the ground as you embraced him tightly and he immediately hugged you back, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to him. As if that is the place where you belong.

"Yes, yes, I'll go to prom with you!" you yelled happily, leading everyone around you to cheer. You didn't really notice it because you were busy kissing Inumaki's cheeks, but all the other third years looked satisfied, knowing their ship has sailed at long last.

"But bad onigiri ingredient puns, really? I'm feeling the second hand embarrasment real hard right now." your face scrunched up slightly, cringing.

He simply giggled quietly in response, squeezing you again.

You can't deny, that is so him.

omg.

" NEW YEARS KISS! "

summary. their reactions to you kissing them at midnight

characters. nagi, bachira

warnings. gn!reader, none!

a/n. will probably do this prompt again with jjk, genshin, and possibly haikyuu if anyone wants those??

"one minute!" you hear someone yell out from the party crowd. everyone was gathered in the living room, watching the clock displayed on the TV as it counts down the seconds till midnight.

he was standing next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close so you don’t get lost in the crowd.

cheers grew, people starting a chant for the last 10 seconds of the countdown.

"3… 2… 1!"

NAGI

his bored eyes had been scanning everyone around before he feels your hand gently turn his head towards you. he makes brief eye contact with you before your lips are pressing against his in a deep kiss. he quickly melts into it, his own hand reaching up to tangle in your hair.

you pull away after a short moment, making him sigh softly in disappointment before he realizes you’re till surrounded by a crowd of people. he reluctantly lets go of you, letting you cheer happily along with everyone else while he simply watches.

"c'mon, sei, at least smile. it’s the new year!," you tease, bringing your hands up to pull at his cheeks. he hums lowly, allowing you to mess with his face as he simply stares at you, causing a giggle to leave your lips.

he takes a moment to admire you, his eyes scanning your happy face. you’ve always looked the best while you’re smiling, free spirited and not worried about a thing, he thinks.

your own contagious smile finally brings one to his lips as well, although it’s only a small one, nothing compared to your bright one. he doesn’t let you see it for long before he’s leaning down to brush his lips against yours once more.

"happy new year," he mumbles before connecting your lips.

BACHIRA

it’s clear you have the same idea as he turns to you expectingly, already leaning towards you to claim his kiss. you giggle before reaching up to hold both his cheeks, pressing your lips against his. he holds your waist, slightly bending your back with how deeply he’s kissing you.

you have to push his face away to get him to stop, not wanting him to get carried away in front of all these people. he makes a noise of disapproval, already trying to lean back in, his hands coming up to the back of your head to keep you in place.

"that was too short, one more," he mutters, his eyes trained on your lips as he kisses you again, this time much more passionately.

you feel his tongue swipe against your lip, and you almost part them before you remember where you are.

"bachira—" you murmur against his lips, causing him to pull back slightly with a pouty huff. "there’s people everywhere, y'know."

"so? i don’t care," he brushes off, but pauses when you shoot him a look. with a small pout, he finally backs off, pulling back slightly but letting his hands slide back to your waist.

"later, ok?" you mumble in promise, making him grin as he nods. he places one last kiss to your cheek before refocusing on the party.

guys you're so funny

forever

pairing: mikage reo x gn reader content: fluff to angst wc: 0.9k event: @https-true-egoist's 'love me not' valentines collab

You woke up to darkness. Various thoughts scrambled around in your head. They were in a rush, as if they'd woken up late, and they kept bumping into each other in the process.

When they finally came together, they reminded you of the delightful day you'd had yesterday.

You sprang up in excitement, then immediately laid back down, your giddiness and racing heart making you dizzy.

You shot Reo a quick good morning text, telling him you'd be opening his gifts soon.

Throughout your relationship, Reo had shown he was the type of partner to go all out. From buying you presents, cooking for you, helping you clean, and consoling you when you felt down; he'd been there for you in every way he could. He promised he would forever.

You didn't believe him at first. Nothing lasts forever. Maybe you'd be together for a long, long time, but forever? It was incomprehensible, like infinity. How could he promise you something that couldn't be understood?

But Reo turned it into something you could grasp. Like your favourite teacher would, he explained it at a pace suited for you, paying attention to your reactions and slowing down when he thought you needed some time to process.

'forever'

You started to see it as a beautiful concept. You even began to believe you and Reo would last that long, however long it may be.

It seemed everything he did only solidified that belief.

Yesterday, for Valentine's Day, Reo had snuck into your apartment to make you breakfast. He cooked up your favourite dish and served you with a dazzling smile, telling you to get ready for a day you'd never forget.

He drove you around town, calling it a drive down memory lane. You went from place to place, reminiscing and gathering memorabilia of previous dates. He'd put all the gifts in a woven basket and asked you to open it the next day.

Your favourite gift was the teddy bear. Reo had insisted it be the opposite of the one you two had made together—green instead of red, with a matching bow tie around its neck.

A warmth spread from your chest at the sight of the gift basket, covered in translucent pink plastic and decorated with hearts and ribbons. You grabbed it and sat down, plastic crinkling as you pulled it off, allowing a card to fall to the floor. A flap on its back piqued your interest.

"Goodbye," written in a beautiful calligraphic script.

Goodbye?

A nervous laugh slipped past your lips. What did he mean by 'goodbye'?

As you stared at the word, your confusion slowly melted into an uncomfortable panicky feeling.

You turned over the card, scanning over the "Happy Valentine's Day" on the cover and Reo's scrunched-up script inside. He'd tried to fit a lot within two pages, and it all seemed like compliments.

The goodbye must've been a joke, you convinced yourself.

You took a deep breath and started slowly reading from the beginning. Reo had written about his favourite memories with you, the habits you had that made him smile, the times you'd taken care of him when he hadn't been well and that he appreciated everything you did for him.

As you neared the end of the card, you let out a sigh of relief. Yeah, the goodbye must've been a joke.

Your mind half-soothed, you read through the rest. But as you came upon the last few lines, your heart dropped.

I'm sorry.

I loved you.

And on the back, hidden behind the flap you'd opened too early, goodbye.

How long? was the first question to pop into your head. How long had he been pretending? He loved you, past tense.

He'd loved you and he'd left you.

He'd left you with so many gifts to remind you of him. Did he realise how much that would hurt? Did he realise he was stabbing you in the back, then twisting the knife?

Your mind and your heart raced, jostling with each other, trying to figure out what you were feeling, trying to figure out some sort of logic to your situation.

You grabbed for your phone, wanting to text Reo, though you had no idea what you would say. With shaky hands, you typed out a message asking if you could talk.

Message not delivered

Your stomach churned.

Exiting your texts only made you feel worse.

Reo stared back at you from your home screen, wearing a sweater you'd gifted him. It looked great on him, but the word scrawled across the front dug claws into your heart.

'forever'

Where had those promises gone? What did Reo suddenly not like anymore? He was the one who'd made those promises. He was the one who'd worked so hard to have you believe him.

Tears rolled down your cheeks onto your phone screen. You had to fight the urge to throw the damn thing to the floor.

Reo's laugh mocked you, the word on his sweater making it all the more painful. They taunted you together, first from your screen and later that evening, when your tears had slowed.

A package arrived at your door. It contained everything you'd left at Reo's place, with the sweater placed on top.

'forever'

It meant nothing to you.

a/n: happy valentine's day!

wrong move

sae x reader

genre: fluff

sae has no clue why you’re mad at him. sure, he’s an asshole sometimes, he admits, but he didn’t even say anything bad? besides, aren’t you supposed to be happy after eating? why’re you still mad?

he could only glare at your back, which was a sight you gave him whenever you purposely ignored him, while you brushed through your hair. you had been ignoring him ever since you both visited his parents, which had been a couple of hours ago. how long could you go for? he couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

“why’re you upset?” he finally asked, breaking the silence that had been surrounding the both of you for hours.

“nothing—.”

“shut up and tell me the real answer.” he quickly cut off your attempt to avoid the situation. you let out a deep sigh, now turning around to face him while acting like it was a bother.

“why’d you tell your parents that?” you asked, frown on your lips as you watched his deadpan expression turn into a mix of confusion and disgust—an element he liked to add in a lot of his expressions.

“tell them what?” he was now scanning his brain for all the possible things he could’ve said wrong, but none came to mind. his ignorance only made your frown deepen. how could a man who has been remarked as a genius of his sport be so dumb?

“why’d you tell them i was hungry?” you now crossed your arms, the same upset expression on your face that had sae contemplating if you were serious or not. his brows furrowed further, causing a slight scrunch of his nose that you bit back an awe to.

“what?” he had to ask, pondering if he had heard you right.

“sae, i’m serious.” you indirectly answered, showing that you hadn’t been joking with him.

“because you told me you were hungry?” he was biting back every insulting nickname that came to his mind because he knew that would just make you more upset. but, man, he couldn’t help but feel a “dumbass” would perfectly explain his thoughts.

“yeah, and then they went and did all of that just for me!” you spoke as if you had caught the male red-handed in a serious crime. sae was still confused. before he could speak another word, probably one that would just annoy you more, you took the honors from him. “you’re supposed to say that you’re hungry too or something.”

sae didn’t know what to do. if he spoke he wouldn’t be able to hold back his sharp tongue and he couldn’t do any physical moves here, that would just be dumb. so, he stayed silent with his furrowed eyes staring at you. it would’ve been awkward had you not found his expression and silence funny. you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, your frown lifting only a bit before you silenced yourself.

“so, you’re joking?” he asked after seeing your smile and hearing your giggle.

“no! you made me look bad in front of your parents, sae!” and we’re back to square one.

“so you would’ve rather starved?” he rebuttals.

“you’re missing the point, sae.” he only sighed at your words, getting up from the bed and walking over to your vanity to where you had been seated. he stopped right in front of you, his left hand grasping your jaw to where his fingers indented the skin on your cheeks.

“you’re the stupidest person i’ve ever met,” he claimed before leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. your annoyance was long gone at that moment, caving under his touch and gaze, despite his words being mean. once he parted away from your now wet lips, he saw you looking up at him with that smile he always deemed “dumb”.

“stupidest isn’t even a word, stupid.” his deadpan immediately turned into a glare, a sight that had your smile widening.

“shut up.”

unedited thanks for reading!

#𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌: YUTA OKKOTSU.

「 yuta okkotsu x male! reader 」

GENRE: fluff, just fluff :3 oh, and like a REALLY quick makeout but its really just fluff, i think a bit of angst tho?

CONTENT WARNING: swearing, violence, r! helps yuta with his injuries, i have no idea what the plot is anymore, r! is like kyouka from bsd and has her ability “demon snow”, rika doesnt like r! that much :,(, “demon snow” is somewhat like rika, so rika - yuta and “demon snow” - r!

AUTHORS: stop. changing. themes. *holds me by the throat and shakes me* no but seriously the more i change it the more i have to change my layout which i do NOT want anyways happy furina day!!! we luv u queen

there’s something that makes people believe you just lack emotions. maybe it’s the you didn’t react to people’s insult, or maybe it’s the way it looks like you’re always in a daze. yeah, you don’t exactly have anything going on in your head and yes, you’re always in a daze but somewhat, you’ve always gave off this rebellious energy, like something was attached to you that’s radiating this energy off.

so when yuta saw a curse behind you while assisting him, he wondered if that was the thing that was radiating off the rebellious energy from your “jellyfish aura” that his other friends would call it. just knowing you hid something below the facade you upheld was admirable, you always had this look that made people think your mind was somewhere else when you are aware.

and the way your voice shouted commands for your curse while you still held that alluring look before you switched your attention to him and helped him up when the enemy was being distracted by your curse, all he could do was stare when you asked if he was injured.

he knew rika didn’t like you holding him so carefully and— oh? you’re so close — making sure he didn’t fall to the ground while the both of you ran from the area. now, he’s watching you patch up his wounds so delicate that he’s convinced you’re afraid that you might hurt him.

yuta doesn’t know if he should speak, ask if you’re okay when he’s the one clearly injured, ask about the ring that’s on a necklace and dangling around your neck. he wonders if you were almost like him, that explains why he was so drawn to you. maki, inumaki and panda (plus gojo) already picked up that you caused him to be rather flustered.

the first time you two met was when yuta was first introduced to you. you had officially came back from your trip and his friends had wanted to throw you a party since they haven’t seen you in awhile. his friends often described you to be somewhat like a jellyfish, he was a tad bit confused by the wording but he understood when you walked into the classroom.

“welcome back, [name]!”

“kelp.”

you just had this look in your eyes when panda scooped you up and hugged you, the way one of your eyes closed when panda smushed your cheeks together and the small— and very unnoticeable — smile on your face when you realized you were missed made him blush.

“this is yuta, he’s new, so try not to overwhelm him. he’s delicate.” maybe when maki had said that, you started to treat him like some doll. always making sure your touches weren’t harming his already injured skin— and he could technically feel rika fuming — with the focused look on your face.

the one thing bugging him was the ring. were you already married or did you dedicate your life to someone else? although, he sounded awfully like a hypocrite right now. he was wearing the ring rika had given him.

“… what’re you thinking about?”

that was the first time he had heard you spoken in such a quiet, yet calm and alluring, tone towards him specifically. he was once told that you didn’t talk a lot and always kept to yourself, only allowing yourself to talk when on the battlefield.

he was shocked nonetheless, the tone of your face had caused him to jump a little and his cheeks to flare up. what should he say in this? should he tell the truth and ask if you were married? but you probably already figured that out by how hard he was staring at the ring.

“oh. um… are you married?” yuta asked timidly, averting his gaze to the ground, hearing the chair scrap and he’s wondering if the question was too insensitive. you only got up to dim the lights as a headache was starting to form before you sat back down infront of yuta.

you grabbed ahold of his cheek and turned to face it towards you, “are you?” you had shot the question back to him and let go of his cheeks, feeling his cheeks heat upon the hand on his cheek. yuta knew you were gesturing to the ring on his finger and he didn’t know how to respond.

he was married but at the same time he wasn’t, he’d seem unfaithful to rika but everytime you touched him, protected him, and now, talking to him, he blushed. and you had picked that up rather quickly.

you hummed, hands wrapping around the ring and looking down at your lap, “i was. he died though.” the way you said it so casually had caught him off guard, but your situation was similar to him aswell. yuta picked up the way your hand tightened around the ring as he stared down at his, fiddling it around his ring finger.

“the cursed spirit that’s always around you. what’s her name?” he looked back at you, blinking and suddenly, you just looked… too unrealistic? was that the right weird to describe you? “her name’s rika.” and you smiled. his heart started to pound against his rib cage when you held a soft smile, “you’d love her no matter what form, huh?”

he wondered if you were rika if she was a male and your sentence made sense to him. now, he wondered about your cursed spirit, “what about yours?” “yuta.” hearing his name come out your lips had him confused, were you trying to tell him that you didn’t wanna speak about it or—

“oh. oh!”

the cursed spirit was named yuta. you weren’t trying to call out his name, you were trying to tell him that the cursed spirt’s name was his name. you lightly smiled amusingly at his reactions, “i don’t think rika likes me very much… nor do i think yuta likes you.” it seemed that way. yuta could feel rika wanted to kill you and you could feel “yuta” glaring daggers at the boy infront of you.

turns out you two were the same.

you stood up from your chair before bending down to yuta’s height and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips. were you trying to die? did you want yuta to die?! no. honestly enough. like yuta, you would’ve loved your cursed spirit no matter the form aswell.

“i like you, yuta.” it was a simple confession yet yuta’s face blew up into red, hearing you walk away. “ah! w-wait!” he had grabbed your wrist and turned you around, wrapping his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck before muttering words that made the tension from your shoulders to relax.

“i… i like you too, [name].” he pulled away and softly placed his lips onto yours. your hands reaching up to cradle his cheeks as yuta backed you up to a desk and helped you sit on top of it before going back to kissing you.

he was a good kisser considering the fact he has never kissed anyone before… well, technically, not a human being.

you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the both of your lips until it disconnected when your hand was brought up to your mouth and oh, was that blush he saw? were blushing because of him? so cute.

“i don’t think they liked that very much..”

oh right!

ISAGI

From the start, you and Isagi Yoichi agreed to keep your relationship quiet. The media attention just wasn't something you were ready to deal with, not until your relationship was stable.

Every interviewer that brought up his love life got the same answer:

"So, Isagi-san, do you have a girlfriend?" They'd ask, growing more and more persistent with every passing month.

"No." he'd say blandly, steering the questions away from the topic.

He always thought questions about his love life were pointless - he was a soccer player after all, why wouldn't they talk to him about that?

The two of you found your way around the paparazzi, made your friends promise to not say anything about your relationship, and loved each other dearly. And like that you were happy.

You had been together for two years when the interviewers posed a new and intriguing question - "Isagi-san, you've been wearing a necklace lately, is there a story behind this new fashion statement?"

"Oh this?" he asks, pulling the necklace out of his shirt, "it's my engagement ring!"

The silence was palpable as Isagi showed off the silver band with a wide grin. You knew that if the question ever arose, he'd answer truthfully. But you didn't expect today to be the day.

"You're engaged?" the woman with the microphone asked, eyes blown wide.

"Mhm!" Isagi craned his neck to look into the crowd, eyes lighting up when they found yours. He waved you over towards him with a smile. Hardly anyone noticed as you wormed through the crowd: they were all too shocked by your boyfriend's - no, fiancé's - revelation.

The interviewer continued to splutter out questions, but they fell on deaf ears. Isagi was focused on you as you emerged from the crowd, watching the love of his life with a schoolboy-like excitement. The news was out, and there was no point in holding back, so you threw your arms around him and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"There you are, pretty boy! Did you see my last goal there?" he giggled, hands resting on your waist.

"Of course I did, Yoii, I wouldn't miss it for anything!" being so affectionate with him in front of so many people felt so foreign, but at the same time so liberating.

"So- so this is the mystery fiancé?" the microphone stuffed into your face was unpleasant, to say the least.

"Uh, yeah. Hi," you said, waving at the camera. the silver ring on your finger glinted in the light.

The media was far from satisfied. "Isagi-san, all this time you've secretly had a boyfriend?"

"Yes! For two years now!" Isagi boasts proudly, a protective hand around your waist, keeping you close to his side.

"And how did you manage to hide it for this long?"

Isagi shrugged. "You just never asked the right questions."

"Well, Isagi-san, you do make a good point there. So, what's your favorite thing about your soon-to-be husband?"

"My favorite thing? Probably... everything."

i need to stop being so gay