MITCHELL | Jake Seresin

MITCHELL | Jake Seresin

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭❞

━In which Top Gun best aviators are reunited for a mission, unexpected encounter of the man who always leaves his wingman alone and a dangerous woman aviator who happens to be Pete "Maverick" Mitchell's daughter.

INTRODUCTION

Y/N "Ciel" MITCHELL

JAKE "Hangman" SERESIN

Additionally...

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Rueben "Payback" Fitch

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Javy "Coyote" Machado

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╰─➤ DISCLAIMER

I don't own Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick. Credits to the artist, director, etc.

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╰─➤ EPIGRAPH

❝Call sign? Oh you're a pilot❞

❝That's right, a naval aviator.❞

❝I've gotta be at work very early in the morning.❞

❝Then what are you doing here?❞

❝Lieutenant Mitchell you're late.❞

❝Apologies sir.❞

The carrying part UGH😫

:¨·.·¨:

`·. 𝑭.𝑹.𝑰.𝑬.𝑵.𝑫.𝑺.

𝐒𝐮-𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝟓.𝟑𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬)/𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐓

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞: 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮-𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐭.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐔 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮-𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐬!) 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐈 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟓 + 𝟏 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐎𝐔𝐀𝐃 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐮-𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈’𝐦 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐮-𝐇𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝! ♡

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫(𝐬): 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐱’𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷1. Ms. Park

“Su-Hyeok, what do you think of Nam-Ra’s interpretation?”

Class 2-5 all turn their heads to the back, trying—but failing—to suppress their laughter, awaiting what kind of nonsense would spew from Su-Hyeok’s mouth this time around.

“I agree. She’s 100% correct.”

Some giggles slip through before Ms. Park silences them by holding her hand up. “Great,” Ms. Park says sarcastically, with an air of teasing. “Now…just what do you agree with again?”

Su-Hyeok doesn’t even falter, replying with, “If she could be kind enough to repeat her response so that I can gather my thoughts more coherently….” The whole class loses it right then and there.

His seat-mate further rubs salt into the wound by whispering between bouts of laughter, “Yah, did you even have any thoughts to begin with?” This earns him a glare, but he was too far gone to care.

Su-Hyeok grimaces, seeing the disappointment on Ms. Park’s face mixed with amusement as she gestures for Nam-Ra to recite her previous statement again. With the amount of times he acts up in the same manner on a regular basis, he’s surprised and grateful that she still allows him to step foot into class for lessons.

Nam-Ra rises once more, her chair creaking slightly, though that doesn’t wake you up from your nap next to her. Currently, you were turned away from the window, left elbow flat on the desk surface as a makeshift pillow. “All of us have some sort of prejudice. We all have preconceptions about other people.”

“Precisely,” Ms. Park compliments. “Thank you, Nam-Ra, for saying that twice.” With her emphasis on the word, she fixes her stern gaze on Su-Hyeok, but her next words are the exact opposite. “Bare-Su, please pay more attention to my lesson during class time and less on staring at your girlfriend, Y/N.” She raises her eyebrows teasingly.

Su-Hyeok is quick to correct her, trying to suppress the heat he feels slowly making its way up to his face. “Ms. Park,” he says incredulously. “We’re not together.”

“Eyyy,” Dae-Su’s booming voice reverberates in the classroom. “Now you’re just making up lies.” You stir at the loud sound, but it’s still not enough to make you open your eyes.

“I’m serious, Dae-Su,” Su-Hyeok splutters.

“Yet you’re not denying having stared at Y/N~,” Wu-Jin drawls, giving Dae-Su’s awaiting hand a high-five with a resounding smack.

“You guys, cut it out already!” Su-Hyeok says exasperatedly to deaf ears. “Ms. Park, how come Y/N is taking a sound nap in class, but I’m the one being ganged up on?”

“This is the first time it has happened, and she’s still ranked 3rd in the class. I can afford to let it slide,” Ms. Park crosses her arms and smiles, entertained by Su-Hyeok’s excuses.

“Isn’t this blatant favoritism?” Su-Hyeok mumbles under his breath.

“You also favor Y/N, so you can’t be one to talk,” his seat-mate teases him for the second time that day.

“You’re not even on the baseball team so why are you so hell-bent on hitting home runs with your sassy remarks today, huh?” Su-Hyeok slaps him upside the head.

“Alright, alright, settle down class. I think that’s enough punishment for our Bare-Su today.” When Ms. Park turns back to the blackboard, she says loud enough for the class to hear, “No worries. We can just ask Y/N for confirmation when she’s up.” By how much the students were cracking up, it suddenly seems like a free period.

“Seonsaengnim!”

At Su-Hyeok’s outburst, you wake up, trying to settle back into reality. Of course, Ms. Park notices your state of rousing. She’s not one to miss any little detail.

“Ah, good morning to you, Y/N. So glad you can finally join us.” Her words hold no malice at all, but you’re still sheepish.

Shyly scratching you head, you voice out, “I apologize for dozing off. Did I miss anything important?” You finally notice all eyes on you. Well, save for Su-Hyeok’s. “Guys….? Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Well—" Dae-Su begins but is cut off by Ms. Park.

“Please refrain from sleeping again in my class as it’s a distraction…to some more than others.”

Laughter rings loud and clear again, all directed towards Su-Hyeok as you turn to Nam-Ra for answers in bewilderment.

“Banjang, you’re the smartest one here. What’s going on?”

Nam-Ra spares a glance at you with a slight smirk, an expression you’ve never seen on her before, despite how much she’s warmed up to you as her seat-mate and friend, though she’s hesitant to admit to the latter.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Nam-Ra says dismissively, but lightly. “Ms. Park was just teaching Su-Hyeok about preconceptions.”

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷2. On-Jo

Linking your arm through Nam-Ra’s while balancing your tray with your other hand, you pull her in the direction of where On-Jo and I-Sak were already seated with their own lunches piled high with food.

“Save some for the rest of us, On-Jo,” you joke as you and Nam-Ra sit down on the opposite bench, pointing to your friend’s tray.

“Ha ha, very funny,” On-Jo pouts. “I don’t eat a lot; I just eat well.”

“A little too well,” Nam-Ra chimes in, causing you to choke on your banana milk in laughter and surprise. Since Nam-Ra started opening up to your friend group, you can already see the influence it’s had on her. Her conversations may still be minimal, but boy do they pack a punch.

While you all wait for the rowdy boys to join, I-Sak mimes pulling you, Nam-Ra, and On-Jo into a huddle and whispers, “So, have you guys thought about who’s asking who to the spring formal in a few months?” Here, she raises her eyebrows and adds, “Better yet, who are you hoping will ask you?”

“Aish,” you rebuke. “I thought you were about to spill your biggest secret or something!”

“Hey, I’m just curious! Not all of us are set and ready like you are, Y/N!” I-Sak winks at you as you’re in the middle of chewing.

You finish your bite before replying, “Huh?”

“Well, you and Su-Hyeok are already dating, so isn’t it obvious you’ll be attending together?” On-Jo answers.

Flabbergasted, you retort, “But we’re not in a relationship. I thought that was what’s obvious.” Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“Tsk, since when did you become so good at lying, our sweet and innocent Y/N?” I-Sak pokes you with the clean end of her chopstick.

“There’s nothing going on between us,” you emphasize. “I’ve known him since we were babies, and he definitely doesn’t like me in that way. I know that for a fact!” You point from Nam-Ra, to On-Jo, and finally to I-Sak. “Not one more word from you guys, alright?”

Nam-Ra slurps a spoonful of her seaweed soup loudly.

You turn to her and narrow your eyes. “Now, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you said not one more word,” Nam-Ra says without missing a beat. “That was a sound.”

You could never win against Nam-Ra verbally. “Don’t tell me you agree with On-Jo and I-Sak,” you say while facepalming. “Look guys, he’s really sweet, kind, caring, brave…” Realizing you’re rambling when the girls give you a look, you blush and backpedal. “What I mean,” you say as you fix them all with a gaze of finality, “is that it’d be weird. We grew up together, and we fight all the time.”

“I like to call that lover’s quarrel,” On-Jo states.

You roll your eyes and throw a clean crumpled napkin at her, which she manages to dodge.

“I also forgot nice smile, athletic, handsome—" I-Sak mimics your voice. You know it’s bad how spot-on it is when even Nam-Ra laughs.

“Yah! Do you want to die?”

On-Jo protects I-Sak from your slaps to her arm. “Just admit that you like—" On-Jo is interrupted by a voice you know all too well.

“Like what?” Su-Hyeok asks, oblivious, as he plops down next to you, nudging your shoulder with his out of habit as the boys fill in the rest of the bench, focused on their own conversations.

“Yeah, Y/N, what were you going to say?” I-Sak prods, smiling wider than you thought humanly possible.

You plead with your eyes to Nam-Ra for help, but she’s just the same as the other two, fixing you with a mischievous grin. Su-Hyeok looks at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.

“Uh…I was just saying that I like,” you stall as you look around for a way out. Your gaze lands on a drink everyone has on their tray. “The banana milk!” You cringe as the words leave your mouth.

“Oh, in that case,” Su-Hyeok hands over his bottle to you. “Here, you can have mine.”

As he turns to his right to talk to Cheong-San, I-Sak flashes you a heart with her fingers discreetly, Nam-Ra elbows you in the arm playfully, and On-Jo—You’re going to get her big time for this.

Before Su-Hyeok is finished with his conversation and turns back to you, she mouths, “I love oo yoo.”

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷3. Cheong-San

You have no idea why your friends decided to play soccer during lunch when it was scorching hot out, especially a day before exams, but followed nonetheless. On-Jo and I-Sak opted out and were currently benched, acting as cheerleaders. You, however, got dragged into the game as Nam-Ra was the referee and she didn’t want to be the lone girl on the field.

The sun was starting to make you sweat, and you chalked it up to the heat beating down on your head for the sudden dizziness you were feeling. You shook your head and tried to focus on the game that was about to start.

Cheong-San was right next to you, and on the far end of the field you could see Su-Hyeok playing goalie. As Dae-Su kicked off signaling the first half, you began to stagger as your vision becomes unfocused. Just when Cheong-San is about to sprint off in the direction of the ball Dae-Su had kicked, you grab onto his arm, stopping him.

“Cheong-San, I don’t feel too good,” you say.

He steadies you by the shoulder and peers at your face. “Y/N, you’re looking a little more than just pale. Do you think you’ll be okay? Want to sit down for a minute with On-Jo and I-Sak?” You close your eyes as your head spins but manage to give a weak nod when he checks your forehead temperature with his hand.

“Hey! What’s going on over there?” Someone screams across the field, questioning.

As Cheong-San takes your wrist to lead you back to the girls, your vision goes black and the last thing you remember is someone catching you to break your fall.

***

On-Jo and I-Sak were the first ones to reach you as Cheong-San tries to sit you up. He gets you to somewhat lean on his chest, an arm around your shoulder as the girls crowd around to see what they could do to help.

“Is Y/N alright?” Not getting a response, Nam-Ra checks your pulse and breathing. “Her heartbeat is a little fast, one of the tell-tale signs of heat exhaustion. Perhaps that's the case?”

“I think we should take her to the nurse either way,” On-Jo says, I-Sak nodding in agreement.

“On-Jo, come with me,” Cheong-San directs, as he maneuvers you for a proper piggyback.

“Move,” Su-Hyeok says, seriously.

“It’s okay, I got her,” Cheong-San replies as On-Jo helps to stabilize you on his back.

“I wasn’t asking.” Su-Hyeok slightly pushes Cheong-San.

“Guys, this isn’t the time to fight,” Nam-Ra admonishes, pointing at your unconscious form.

Without another word, Su-Hyeok picks you up easily and carries you away, with Cheong-San and On-Jo in tow all the way to the infirmary.

Once there, On-Jo decided to go get some snacks since everyone skipped lunch, leaving the two boys behind with you after the nurse assessed your condition.

Cheong-San starts chuckling quietly as Su-Hyeok glares at him.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I don’t find the situation funny, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m worried for Y/N as well.”

Su-Hyeok narrows his eyes at Cheong-San. “Why?”

Dumbfounded, Cheong-San replies, “Why would you ask that? She’s a good friend. We grew up together too you know.”

When Su-Hyeok doesn’t respond, Cheong-San nudges him with his foot under the bed to which the former just makes an incoherent noise. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“I’m not jealous at all that you caught Y/N before she fainted.”

“I never mentioned that,” Cheong-San says between laughs, dimple on full display. “Would you rather I had dropped her to the ground? I don’t know why you would be mad when I was just lending a hand, and considering that you guys are dating and all…” he trails off.

“We’re not dating,” Su-Hyeok says flatly.

“Stop messing around with me Bare-Su,” Cheong-San teases, tilting his head in the direction of your small hands that Su-Hyeok was currently enveloping in his large ones.

“You idiot, I’m not kidding. We’re just friends; that’s all.” He doesn’t let go of your hands. If anything, he cradles them even tighter.

Cheong-San pauses, thinking whether to believe him or not. “Okay, hypothetically let’s say you guys aren’t together—"

“—Because we’re not,” Su-Hyeok interrupts.

“Hypothetically,” Cheong-San stresses. “Then, do you like Y/N?”

“Then, do you like On-Jo?”

“I asked first!”

“I—"

When you open your eyes, you’re met with a white ceiling and curtains, the sound of the machine displaying your vitals beeping away. Recognizing that you were in the school’s infirmary due to the IV drip and the strong smell of antiseptic, the only thing you remembered was fainting. Everything after is a blur.

You hear hushed whispers and realize it was Su-Hyeok and Cheong-San in the room with you. “What are you two idiots arguing about this time?” You rasp. Their heads whip towards you, shocked and simultaneously relieved.

“How much of our conversation did you hear?”

“That’s the first thing you ask me? I don’t even get a ‘how are you’?” You fake mock hurt at Su-Hyeok’s question.

“Are you okay?” Cheong-San asks.

“I like Cheong-San better,” you joke and stick your tongue out at Su-Hyeok as Cheong-San does the same.

“We were worried sick but I guess you’re fine now that you’re back to bullying me,” Su-Hyeok complains. “So feisty for such a tiny human.”

“Easy for you to carry,” Cheong-San mutters, earning a kick from Su-Hyeok. “OUCH!” He exclaims as he begins to rub his shin from the impact.

You look between the two of them, more confused than ever but decide to let it go. “Why am I here again? I only know I passed out.”

Su-Hyeok flicks you on the forehead. “The nurse said you were dehydrated and it seemed like you didn’t eat or sleep well enough. Coupled with the heat exhaustion, your already tired body couldn’t handle it and you went down.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? Is that all you can say? You scared me to death. You stayed up late studying again huh?”

“Maybe…” You reply guiltily. The boys shake their heads at your predictable nature. You always study like crazy but this has never happened before, so you were going to make sure to not accidentally neglect self-care for good grades again. “How did I get here from the field?”

“Cheong-San caught you and—"

“Awww, you did?” You sit up and spread your arms for a hug, having to let go of Su-Hyeok’s hands to do so. Cheong-San was going to return it until he turned to Su-Hyeok for permission.

“Why do you need to ask whether he’d allow it?” You roll your eyes. “My arms are getting tired.” You pull Cheong-San in for a hug and he returns the friendly gesture.

Just then, the door opens and On-Jo comes in with a plastic bag full of goodies. “Y/N, you’re awake!” She rushes over to squeeze the life out of you.

“On-Jo…can’t breathe,” you say in between pauses.

She lets you go and elbows Cheong-San. When he doesn’t get the hint, she takes him by the hand and drags him out, leaving the bag behind on the table for you. Just before the door closes, Cheong-San pops his head in again. “Su-Hyeok carried you in his arms all the way here!”

“AISH!” Su-Hyeok throws his backpack at the door, but the two had already left.

You turn to Su-Hyeok who won’t meet your gaze. Poking his arm, you tease him. “So, you do care.” If you had been awake at the time, surely you would be a living tomato with the stares you know for a fact you would be getting from being transported that way across school grounds.

Su-Hyeok just breathes out exasperatedly. “More than you know.” He said the line so quietly, you would’ve missed it if you weren’t paying attention.

Not knowing what came over you, you lean over and kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you,” you say. Both of you were surprised with matching blushes as proof.

Too embarrassed now for having been so bold, you make the excuse of feeling tired and lay down, turning your head to the other side to hide your smile. Su-Hyeok grabs your hand again even as you close your eyes.

His phone dings with a text and you hear him curse under his breath. “That little—“

Which could only mean one thing: Cheong-San.

[ Text: Are you sure you’re not dating? I saw everything through the window ]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷4. Gyeong-Su

You’re walking along the school’s skybridge when you hear someone calling.

“Y/N! Wait up!”

You stop and turn around, smiling when you see it’s Gyeong-Su. He’s such a sweetheart that your friend group always has a soft spot reserved for him.

He pants as he comes to a stop next to you, falling into pace by your side. “Geez, for someone with such short legs, you walk incredibly fast.”

“Is that all you wanted to say to me?” You push him.

Gyeong-Su laughs. “No, no. I’m just kidding. I have a favor to ask.”

“Glad to know you start asking for favors by first insulting the person.”

“I’m sorry okay!” He didn’t look sorry at all. “I need help with English. If I fail this next exam, I’d have to retake the class and the teacher and I already don’t get along,” he frowns.

“I’m not saying that I decline, but wouldn’t Nam-Ra be a better choice?”

“Sure, but she hasn’t studied abroad. You lived in New York for a year before high school.”

“Alright, but if your English has the accent of a New Yorker, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Better an accent than the Konglish I’m speaking with in class. Everyone always laughs when I have to read something.”

You giggle. “I can meet you in the library after our last class period. It’s a Friday anyway so we don’t have school tomorrow, which means we can stay a little later than usual. Does that work for you?”

“Yes! Thank you so much, Y/N.” Gyeong-Su looked so happy it was contagious. His smile suddenly falters as he leans in to tell you, “Although, I hope that you won’t let Su-Hyeok know.”

“What? What does he have to do anything?”

Gyeong-Su looks at you like you had two heads growing from your neck, gazing pointedly. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t want him to be mad that I’m spending time with you. He’d beat me up. It’s clear which of us would win in a fight, come on now.”

“Why would he be mad?” You inquire, baffled.

“You know, for ranking third place in class, you’re not as bright as I thought.”

“Watch it,” you warn, playfully angry.

“You’re supposed to be tutoring me for language skills but here I am, having to spell everything out for you.” Gyeong-Su gives you a moment to see if you would figure it out but when he sees the gears turning in your head, he sighs. “Su-Hyeok might get jealous and I don’t want that. You know, protective boyfriend and all. The what-have-you’s from all those dramas.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you say as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which to you it certainly was.

“Whatever you say. If you see me one day with a black eye and a broken leg, you’re going to be held responsible for my hospital bills.”

You roll your eyes as Gyeong-Su waves and goes on his way, promising to meet up later.

***

A few hours pass and you find a seat in the corner of the library where it’s more silent and there’s a window nook in between two bookshelves against the wall; it was your favorite study spot aside from your bedroom.

Gyeong-Su is more punctual than you imagined, showing up barely a few minutes after you with all his study materials. At the moment, his backpack could be used as a weapon with everything he packed inside.

“Are you sure you’re here to study, or are you preparing for war?” You stare in amazement as he pulls endless amounts of materials from his bag.

“I wasn’t kidding about not wanting to repeat class.” An English textbook comes slamming onto the table and you shush him hurriedly. Thankfully, the other students are too busy studying with their headphones in to mind the noise.

“We can work on spelling first,” you guide as you flip through his workbook.

You’re surprised at how fast Gyeong-Su learns after just a few units, and even more proud at the effort he puts into grasping the subject. Perhaps you could finally understand why teachers always glow when their students succeed.

“Wow, would you look at that. I’m a great tutor,” you boast.

“Your ego is pretty great too.”

You hit him on the head with a pencil but he just laughs it off. Your phone keeps vibrating with messages, so not wanting it to be a distraction, you put it on ‘do not disturb’ mode without checking the notifications on screen and proceed to place it upside down on the table.

Both you and Gyeong-Su are too focused on your studies to notice Su-Hyeok coming into the library.

“Y/N, did you lose your phone?”

You look up, even more surprised than Gyeong-Su at his presence. “How did you know we were here?”

“You didn’t tell him? Wow, I’ll remember that the next time I have a secret I need you to keep,” Gyeong-Su says, fascinated.

“I waited an hour for you at the school gates to walk home together, but you never showed up so I texted Cheong-San and he said you were tutoring Gyeong-Su in the library.”

“Oh my god, I totally forgot.” You put your hand on your head. Su-Hyeok would always walk you home as you two live in the same area, neighbors to be exact. “I’m so sorry you had to wait that long. It totally slipped my mind!” He didn’t look mad, just tired. “You can go home without me you know. I wouldn’t want you to wait even longer. I still have a few chapters left to help Gyeong-Su with.”

“Are you kidding? I’m not letting you go by yourself in the dark. A few more hours is nothing.” Before you can refuse, he dumps his backpack on the floor and scoots the adjacent chair closer to yours, sits down, and leans his head on your shoulder. “Wake me up when you’re done.”

He’s out cold in a few minutes, and you can only blame it on sleep deprivation; the badge every high school student wears proudly.

“Now that the boyfriend is sleeping and won’t fight me—“

“How many times do I have to tell you, Gyeong-Su? We’re not dating.”

“Sure, because that’s totally what friends do,” he says sarcastically.

As he goes back to his notes, you look down at Su-Hyeok leaning on you, moving his hair out of his eyes carefully so as not to wake him. Were his eyelashes always that long? His nose bridge so high? His skin so clear? His lips—

“Earth to Y/N,” Gyeong-Su waves his hand in your face. “You guys sure have a thing for staring at the other when they’re asleep. You know, it’s the same look on your faces too.”

“What? We don’t do that.”

“First, he gets caught by the whole class and now you get caught by me. You’re lucky it’s just one person who’s seeing this.”

You brush aside the first thing Gyeong-Su says, because Su-Hyeok having feelings for you? Impossible.

“I wasn’t staring!” That draws the attention of a few students nearby.

“Fine, admiring tastefully then.”

You look down at Su-Hyeok again. “You have to admit, it’s pretty endearing seeing someone sleep.”

Gyeong-Su snorts. “You’re just saying that because it’s Su-Hyeok. If it was me, you would’ve already sent me flying clear across the room with a kick.”

Not really being able to argue with that, you ignore it and turn back to give Gyeong-Su another exercise when Su-Hyeok stirs. “Next, can you describe us all with one word and spell it correctly?”

He ponders for a moment before pointing to himself: “Amazing.” A-M-A-Z-I-N-G is the first line on his notebook.

Next, he points to Su-Hyeok: “Barefoot.” You laugh at the accuracy while Su-Hyeok curses Gyeong-Su. It’s even funnier seeing him write it down in all seriousness. B-A-R-E-F-O-O-T is the next line.

A pencil aims at your face as Gyeong-Su mocks: “Gnome.”

“You’re getting awfully comfortable with the short jokes there.” G-N-O-M-E goes down in the third line.

“She’s just petite,” Su-Hyeok tries to defend you, doing a horrible job at it.

“Great, she thinks you’re lovable and he thinks you’re cute.”

“You do?!” You and Su-Hyeok say to one another at the same time.

“The two of you aren’t fooling anyone with this ‘We’re not together’ thing. Here’s a word to describe both of you. Gyeong-Su scribbles something quickly down on the notepad in perfect English and holds it up sideways for you as he reads it out loud, gesturing with his pointer finger between you and Su-Hyeok:

┌──────────┐

ᑕOᑌᑭᒪE ♡

└──────────┘

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷5. Nam-Ra

No one ever comes to class early like she does, and so Nam-Ra is more than surprised to see Su-Hyeok of all people stepping foot into the room, the slide of the wooden door announcing his entrance. He jumps when he sees her already there.

“What is it?” Nam-Ra cuts to the chase.

“Uh…nothing,” Su-Hyeok stammers.

“Whatever’s in your hands doesn’t seem like nothing.”

He quickly hides the note behind his back.

Nam-Ra raises an eyebrow at this and taps your still-empty desk. “Go ahead and put it here. I’ll let Y/N know.”

“It’s not for her.”

“Su-Hyeok, you’re talking to me, not Dae-Su. I don’t believe that statement in the slightest.”

Su-Hyeok sighs as he walks over to your seat and sits down. “Prez, I need advice.”

“Hmm, what did On-Jo call it? Lover’s quarrel, was it? I’m not that experienced to be a love guru.”

“We’re not—"

“Cut it out. No matter how many times you guys deny it, it won’t make it true.”

“But—"

“Nope.” Seeing as he wasn’t going to say anything else, Nam-Ra smiles to herself. If she can keep this up, maybe they’ll actually stop dancing around one another. “Now, why are you here and not with Y/N like you usually are?”

“She’s mad at me.”

“I find that hard to believe, but explain.”

“Y/N has been avoiding me and I don’t know why. We were fine still during the study session with Gyeong-Su, but after that day she’s been keeping her distance. She flinches when I so much as sit near her, when I talk to her, she can’t look me in the eyes, and when we walk home together, she’s always speeding ahead. I think I might’ve done something wrong, but I also don’t think I have? That’s why I was planning to put this apology letter on her desk.”

Nam-Ra brushes her hand down her face at the absurdity of the situation. “You guys are hopeless.”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you telling me or asking me about whether you messed up?”

“Uh…both?”

“Gosh, you’re clueless.”

“I didn’t know advice came with being bashed.”

“Just answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to my following questions.” Nam-Ra receives a nod in response.

“Look, you haven’t done anything wrong right?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Does Y/N turn red when you’re near?”

“Yes, now that you mention it.”

“Is she becoming more flustered now when she never was before?”

“Also a yes to that question.” Su-Hyeok’s eyes widen and when Nam-Ra finally thinks he’s pieced it together, he hits her with the entire force of collective obliviousness in the world. “Oh no! Do you think she’s come down with something? Is she sick?”

“Aigoo!” She smacks him on the head with her workbook.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“Focus!”

“I was until you gave me a concussion!”

“That’s not how that works—oh never mind! Just, think! I know it’s not something you usually tend to do, but try!”

“As long as you don’t hit me again.”

Nam-Ra ignores his previous words and continues. “Since you said you guys aren’t together I’ll believe it just for today.”

“There’s nothing to believe or not, we really don’t have that kind of a relationship.”

“But do you want to?”

“I don’t think she likes me like that—"

“Yes or no only.”

“Fine, yes. I can’t believe I’m telling you before I tell Y/N.” Su-Hyeok slumps in his seat.

“So, you like her.” Nam-Ra states it as is, no longer questioning.

“I can’t say no now after what I said earlier, so yes. I really do.”

“Then just go tell her. It’s not that hard. You’re making a simple thing more difficult than quantum mechanics.”

“Does Y/N even like me back for me to confess?”

“Yes. You’re a fool for not noticing it: the avoidance, the distance, the shyness. Any of that ring a bell?” She can pinpoint exactly when the realization hits him. “Everyone can see it except for the two of you. I’m shocked that it took me to smack some sense into you; literally and metaphorically.”

“I always thought that all friends were like us.”

“In what world? Friends don’t look at each other like that.”

Su-Hyeok springs up from his chair with a hasty thank you, promising to think it through before confessing, and rushes off to who knows where.

When he leaves, Nam-Ra sits alone pondering whether she should just change her last name to Cupid.

Cheong-San and On-Jo clearly need some arrows as well.

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ +1

When Cheong-San’s mom invites the friend group to their chicken restaurant for a free meal, no one could decline.

You and Su-Hyeok come in a bit later after everyone had already started eating, hand-in-hand.

“There’s the cute couple!” Cheong-San’s mom exclaims, handing over the largest platter of fried chicken you’ve seen in your life.

“Mrs. Lee, they’re not—” everyone at the table choruses in unison, except for Nam-Ra.

“We are!” You say, holding up your clasped hands.

Dae-Su drops his chicken on the floor in shock and everyone’s mouths hang open comically in silence.

“Mwoya? Have you been fooling us all this time?” Your friends talk over one another, but the sentence is somehow comprehensible.

“Just ourselves,” Su-Hyeok admits, looking down at you fondly, only to see you already gazing up at him.

THIS SHIT IS BUSSIN

Through a Mother's Eyes: 2.0 (gojo x f!reader)

Second Trimester

series summary:

For the first time in jujutsu history, two six-eyed wielders will walk the earth in the 21st century. Prophesized that Satoru Gojo will father the next user and the mother coming from your bloodline, you decided to take on the role to erase your family’s debts. The only catch? Your child’s first breath will be your last.

chapter summary:

Tensions rise between you and Gojo when he comes back overseas. He gets the wrong message and an unresolved argument leads to an unexpected event.

next part. previous. series master list.

content/warnings: pregnancy, arguments, mild violence, some angst, gojo gets the wrong idea, reader is super stressed out, reader makes an accident.

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‘Hi baby! Does this voice sound familiar to you? It’s Momma speaking to you through this recording! Look! Can you wave back to me?’

2. Second Trimester

13 weeks

He missed it. Satoru Gojo missed the first ultrasound of his unborn child.

The international mission he was assigned to took a toll on his students, so being the frontman of this assignment ate up a majority of his time. He did let you know two days prior via phone call (he forgot the timezone differences, so he was confused about why you sounded extra cranky.) And aside from that, you understood his reasonings, but you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, since this was a milestone you hoped that both co-parents would experience together. 

Fortunately, your mother came with you on that day as his replacement. She was the one who held her breath and your hand while Dr. Ieiri (though she persisted in you just calling her Shoko) scanned the little being inside of you. Your mother was the one who shed tears of joy, though you knew that the happiness she showcased wasn’t 100% true. She was ecstatic to be a grandmother, but each milestone reminded her of what was to come.

During Gojo’s absence, you were in charge of a what’s soon-to-be extraneous and tedious task. You scouted the top sorcerer caregivers of Japan and brought them to the estate, going through an intense interview process. It started off well, but as 3 interviews became 10 and 10 turned into 20, you couldn’t help but feel exhausted by the end of the week.

“None of them surpassed your expectations?” Gojo’s sentence heightened through the other end of the telephone line. You sighed and nodded as if he could see you.

“They were great, but I couldn’t connect with them. They only talked about how they could raise our baby as a sorcerer.”

You half-expected for him to agree, but instead, you were interrogated.

“Is there anything wrong with that?”

“No, that’s not what I mean-” You defended apologetically. “I meant that they only focused on our kid’s potential and not on them as a child. That’s what I’m missing from them. You understand?”

“I guess.” Though, he didn’t sound too convincing.

“…”

“How was the ultrasound?” Gojo changed the topic and you still felt unsatisfied with the open-ended topic. However, you complied with moving on, since he was probably extremely busy.

You rolled over on your bed, stretching out your back. As of lately, your back had been aching, the, unfortunately, beautiful gift of pregnancy. “It was good. I went with my mom and our baby’s healthy.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Gojo chuckled, granting a smile from your end. “I wish I was there to see them for the first time.”

“There will be many ultrasounds in the future. I forgot how long until the next one, but that’s when Dr. Ieiri says we’ll find out the gender.”

“Then I’ll be there. For real, this time.”

“Senseiiiiiii!” A new voice intercepted, coming from Gojo’s side. His loud and enthusiastic tone almost made you drop your phone. “Look! It’s the Statue of Liberty!”

“Idiot! Can’t you see he’s on the phone right now!” This time, a feminine voice swooped and scolded the boy. 

“Yes, it’s right there, Yuji! Wow, it’s a lot smaller in person... That's a shame.” Your co-parent acknowledged them for a brief moment, before returning to you. “Sweetheart?”

“Must be nice to be able to visit New York again.” Your fingers tapped on your chest and stifled a yawn. “When you come back, you’re bringing me back a pizza.”

“I’ll have it in the fridge, in the early morning. Though, it might be half-eaten!”

“But I want mine with jalapeños!” You grinned as Gojo grunted dramatically.

“Then that’s not real New York-style pizza!”

“Doesn’t matter. That’s what I’m feeling right now.” You yawned. “Speaking of which, I’m tired and I have to be up in 5 hours. I’ll let you go back to your mission or sightseeing.”

“Hey! I’m productive too.” You could imagine him pouting. 

“Whatever. Don’t push yourself too hard. Goodnight, good afternoon or good morning, tourist.”

“It’s aftern-“

You hung up and threw the phone on the other side of the bed.

The smile that you had while talking faded and you glanced at the ceiling above, fingers interlocking over your belly. Gojo always took pride in his students, bombarding you with stories of them whenever he accompanied them on trips. It showed that he truly cared for them, even though it only sounded like one (Itadori, you assume) was the only student who respected him. You had yet to meet them and you didn’t know if you would ever. However, it made you feel better that Gojo would acknowledge his part in loving his child, even if he’d be gone from time to time.

In a few hours, it’d be time to do your part.

Rolling over once more, you spot a camera that sat on your desk, attached to a small tripod. It was a new method that you’ve thought of- secretly recording video diaries of your pregnancy journey, to your baby. Journal writing was your initial plan, but it was quickly decided that directly talking to your child via video where they could hear your voice and see you, would be much more memorable.

It was the best solution, but you wished that this wouldn’t’ve been an issue in the first place.

14 weeks

“Thank you, have a great day.” You repeated that phrase for the billionth time. The caregiver-candidate sitting in front of you nodded politely, stood up, and bowed before being escorted by one of the helpers. When you were the only person in the room, you dug the heels of your palms into your eyes and heaved drastically before laying back on the couch.

It was the 10th time this week that you had to turn down a nanny for your little one and even though it was the early stages of finding one, you couldn’t help but feel stressed already. For two weeks, you ventured off to one of your first tasks as a soon-to-be-dead mother by interviewing future caregivers. As stated, these were the prime nannies of Japan- and for two parents who were looking for a usual babysitter, all of these candidates would’ve surpassed their expectations. However, they couldn’t appease you.

Some were too proper, many were too strict, and all weren’t good enough. Though Ms. Kato wasn’t Gojo’s main caregiver growing up, she was the closest person to fulfill that motherly duty to him. Jokingly (not really), you offered her the position to be your little one’s guide, but she said how her old age would refrain your child from getting the proper care. (Also, she feared that if your kid shared an ounce of Gojo’s wild energy as a toddler, she’d go into early cardiac arrest.)

As the number of failures accumulate over the past 2 weeks, you also frustratingly snapped at some of the innocent helpers for just being there. A word about your anger had spread like wildfire. Some of the helpers you would converse with, no longer treated you with the same causality. When you would eat your lunch in the kitchen, all but Ms. Kato would leave quickly. Even when you stepped into any space, all the liveliness halted. The maids would bow politely and return to their duties in silence.

It saddened you as well since you knew very well that your changed behavior had resulted in the new atmosphere. If you weren’t sad, you were frustrated. If you weren’t frustrated, you were sad. Your negativity removed your drive to record video diaries for your child, because who wants to see a sad mommy? It was hard for you to have things go back to the way it was and due to the beauty of raised hormones, you became snappier by the hour.

“I don’t see why you’re able to just pick one.” Gojo blurted your name, his own frustrations building as well. After two weeks of barely being home, the strongest sorcerer finally made it back, absolutely drenched with fatigue. 

Even without his gift, the man had the emotional intelligence to determine how his helpers were uneasy in his house. The lack of coziness was something he didn’t expect and fairly disliked. And by seeing how militarized they were around you, someone who looked like they haven’t had a proper sleep in weeks, he could sense the problem.

Your hand clamped on the back of the couch that you once lounged on, prior to Gojo coming home an hour before.

“I’ve already said it a million times, Gojo.” Your free hand rubbed your temple in irritation. “These caregivers are not good enough for our child.”

“I’ve sent in all of the best sorcerer nannies in Japan. Do you want me to bring international ones too?” His suggestion did not bring any comfort. The sorcerer wondered if his parents had the same situation when they were expecting him. Although, he imaged them to be much more mundane and cooperative with each other.

“No, they’re not going to be good enough-“ You rubbed your growing belly, thinking about your little one’s future.

You both, on the other hand, were not only standing on different steps but were on two different sets of stairs. Gojo stood in his place, not capturing the sense coming out of your mouth.

“Sweetheart, you haven’t even tried.”

“Is interviewing over 25 caregivers for the past two weeks me not trying?!” Your grip on the couch tightened and your voice was strained. You were at the peak of your stress and exhaustion, the unfortunate highlight of the past few days. “I’ve been up day and night for the past 2 weeks sorting through their credentials, being yapped in the ear, because I want my child to have a proper maternal figure in their life! Am I not trying, Gojo?!”

The man you convicted took a step back and held an open palm out to retaliate against your anger. “Okay, I used the wrong phrase. But look.” He placed his feet and stood firmly on the ground like his voice. “You’re stressing out way too much over this. These nannies will be the best mentors for our kid’s abilities-“

“-mother, Gojo.” You corrected with pure ice. “Our child needs a mother, a parental figure to guide them. Not some mentor who will aid their powers. I thought you out of all people will know what’s best.”

“Excuse me?” It was his turn to be offended. “First of all, I do know what’s best. Our baby will grow up living under similar circumstances as I did. But this time, it’ll be better. Because I’ll be the primary parental figure and mentor for them. They're just the secondary, so you need to calm down.”

You bit your tongue at the lowness of his tone, realizing that you’d inched over a line that was barricading the secrets of his personal life. However, his claim at the end still caught you by storm.

You scoffed and crossed your arms. “You’re going to be the primary caregiver and mentor?! You, Gojo? Please.”

The disbelief sliding out of your throat had made Gojo’s heart pound- but it was far from a good way. Why not? That was his plan from the beginning.

“You can’t simply do both-“ You continued.

“-Why not?” He interrupted.

Your head began to spiral as the nerve-racking emotions embedded in you began to speak for themselves. Your tongue was on fire and the fuel was your fear for your baby’s future.

“I need someone reliable, a caregiver who will always be there for the baby.” You defended and your inner soul guilty for retaliating, but this time, the brain spoke faster than the heart. “You’re a busy man, Gojo. I’m not saying that you’re going to be a shit father, but our baby deserves a figure to raise and cherish them 24/7. And you and I both can’t be that person.”

Your chest rumbled and the strain in your throat strengthened. Your fears spilled out through fallen tears and your hands instantly swiped them. It broke you, knowing that you could never enjoy the fruit of your labor, the creation of your son or daughter. As disheveled as you were, you still mourn the same. Not for your predetermined death, but the inability to see your creation grow under your wing. Therefore, you hawked on the overly-qualified caregivers, who excelled in child discipline, education, and proper etiquette. But they could never surpass the one trait you were looking for: actual love. And through a mother’s eyes, that’s far from acceptable.

“Is this about me missing the ultrasound?” He only dissected the first layer out of a major core issue.

“Far from it. It’s about everything, Gojo.” You seethed, words burning in his mind. “It’s not the present that I’m worried about, but also the future.”

The argument was no longer about a suitable caregiver, but a relationship between a soon-to-be-father and his role in an unbounded future. 

“I’ll be there for our baby. My priority is going to be their well-being. We’re both going to be strong together and I feel like I’m the best option to offer that support.” If you weren’t so consumed by your own frustrations, you’d be able to read the sadness laced around his determination. How true is that statement?

You shook your head, more tears spilling. “No Gojo, no… Your priority is the world. Taking our child underneath your wing isn’t prioritizing their well-being. It’s the world’s. If you’re already too busy as of now, how would you be in years’ time? You just came back after a 2-week trip and I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I come back to you every night-“ He clenched your name through gritted teeth.

“-But that’s because I spoke up about it! And we didn’t see each other, anyways! If I never threw a fit and accidentally put our child in danger because I starved myself, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation! You’d be running off to the other side of the world, doing God knows what! I need commitment. I need to trust you, Gojo… For our baby’s sake.”

Your voice trembled and your shoulders rumbled as a sob approached you. The feeling of being pathetic was combatted with the pride of putting your foot down. With your body turned away from the uniform-dressed sorcerer, your body forced itself to withdraw with your fears and stress as you transected waves of outburst cries.

And all the while, the father of your child stood with an expression of anguish. You couldn’t see it, but behind his covered face, his eyes widened at the realization. 

An absent father… Is that what he will be? Is that what you truly view him as?

He could barely whisper, his own stomach plummeting to the ground. 

“Do you… Do you not trust me?”

And no matter your reasoning, Gojo couldn’t escape the gash you lashed out on him. He bled, realizing that even if he had split the earth in half, through your eyes, he’s not good enough to parent your shared child.

It was faint, but you heard it all. The broken fragments that you’ve created. For the first time, you thanked the stars that you couldn’t see his full expression on the other side of the blindfold.

“Your existence unbalanced the world, didn’t it? How much more difficult would the Earth be for you to hold once our baby is born? The scales would be tipped once again and I’m afraid that the limited spare time you’ll have won’t be enough to raise them.”

And through your emoted fears, all Gojo could only simply process one thing.

‘You’re unfit to be a father.’

His right fist clenched tightly as he ran a hand through his silver locks, face red as frustration turned into anger.

“No. Nope, I’m not accepting that b.s.” He almost spat out, surprising you. “No. This is going to be different. Unlike my upbringing, I know what to do for my child. I’ve lived through the hardships so they won’t. I’m not going to abandon them like you think.”

“I never said that you would abandon them! You’re just twisting my words, Gojo.” You stepped forward. That was far from your intention, and though you didn’t know much about him, you were confident that  Gojo is more than capable to love and care for his child.  However, your own focus was how often he’ll be there, not if. 

“Then what is it?! Huh?!” He snapped, closing the gap even more. However, the mistranslation had spread you two further apart. “I’m the strongest being alive, so I’ll apparently be way too occupied to save the world. I guess with my power and status, I’ll be nothing more than an absent father whose sole connection to my kid is their power!”

“Gojo, that’s not what I mean.” This time, you felt bad for unintentionally accusing your baby’s father of a trait that didn’t resemble him.

“That’s exactly what you mean.” His blind irritation spoke for him. “Just because I’m not glued to your hip 24/7 doesn’t mean that I won’t be there for my child!”

“… Jesus Christ, are you even hearing yourself right now?!” Your voice mildly rose. “When did I say that?! When?!”

You turned away, displeased with how he antagonized you. The tears that spilled down your face turned hot, flamed by the rising anger. Having his (now agonizing) presence all day and night was far from what you needed. The discrepancy between his personal feelings and your logical thinking for the baby’s future needs lied unknown. Nonetheless, both parties were left severely distressed.

You felt your stomach warm-up, a tingling sensation vibrated all around your body. The longtime pound from your heart relayed continuously, the beat getting louder and louder. You sighed heavily and closed your eyes, placing a hand on your belly, reeling your unborn child in for comfort.

The environment became all too aggressive for your liking. Gojo’s stress- likely from his mission added onto your stress- most definitely from your own mission. You needed to get out before something dangerous could happen.

However, Gojo wasn’t willing to let go.

“I hear myself loud and clear, thank you!” He spat flame after flame. “Do you know how hard it is to do what I usually do and come back for you?! For our baby? I could’ve just left you in the arms of the helpers and continued on with my ‘merry way,’ but I’m doing everything I can to prove to you that I am going to be a capable father.”

You couldn’t help but look at him stupidly. ‘What the hell is he arguing about?’

It was even more infuriating since it was obvious that anything you say would travel from one ear and out of his other. 

“Okay, you know what?” You ran your fingers through your hair and forced yourself to take a deep breath. “You’re not understanding anything I’m saying. How about you go to sleep and when you wake up, we get to situate things out like actual adults? … Jesus, you sound too much like my sister when she wouldn't listen.”

The sorcerer’s ears perked up and clapped his hands once, pinpointing your mumbled sentence. “See, that’s what I mean! That, right there. You think I’m too childish.”

“Right now, yes.” You answered not skipping a beat, while your heart jumped over multiple. “Go look at yourself in the mirror and you’ll understand why! You’re being severely childish and self-centered for making assumptions about things that I clearly never said and that I’m always taking it easy!”

Gojo inhaled deeply, his ears shaded into a darker red. Even from the exterior, you imagined his blood boiling in that tall, lean body of his, knowing that you’ve struck a nerve or two. However, he plucked multiple from yours.

“Whatever.” He grumbled and yanked on his collar. “I’m done talking to you, anyways.”

Your beaded eyes widened, layers of pride had sweated off your body.

“Fine! I’m done entertaining your smart ass today, too.” You crossed your arms. “Next time when you’re in a shitty mood, let me know before you spiral. I could’ve stayed over at my family’s house.”

“Why don’t you go then?” Gojo sneered, wanting to get the last word. “In fact, since I’m too uncommitted to being with you anyways, why don’t you do both of us a favor and spend your remaining days with them? The only reason why I needed you here is because of the baby.”

Your jaw clenched tightly at his retort. And immediately, the sorcerer lightly gasped as he retracted his tongue.

He was right. Your sole purpose of being brought before the Satoru Gojo was because of the predetermined destiny. You were nothing but a baby maker whose sole purpose was to bring in a child that would eventually stand equally with the strongest sorcerer. It was a contractual agreement that you signed all those months ago. Your family’s lack of status would be spat in Jujutsu ground and here you were, breaking the rules, arguing opposite of the man who’s the most opposite of you, because the universe decided to make you a carrier of his baby.

You knew that this was all temporary.

You knew that he was being kind- giving you gifts, traveling around the world to satisfy whatever random craving you had, and late-night talks, because of the baby.

You knew that you’d be remotely nothing to him, once the child is born.

You knew that you knew that, you knew that. 

But if you knew that the relationship you had with Gojo was nothing more than a signed agreement, then why did it hurt to hear it come from his mouth?

“Sweetheart…” He finally uttered the nickname that had left an opposite taste in your mouth. Hesitantly, his right foot stepped forward and his hand was reaching out for your arm. “I didn’t mean what I’ve just said.”

You could only laugh hopelessly.

“No… You did.” You shook your head as the heavy feeling in your heart brought you down even further. “Assumptions, right? Therefore, I assume that you did mean everything that you’ve said, because let’s face it, Gojo- it’s the truth.”

The strain in your throat returned, airing out any sentence you’ve gashed towards him. “I’m nothing to you but the carrier of your child. That’s the whole, inevitable truth- But man…” You shook your head up to the ceiling, biting your bottom lip. “I thought we were actually heading towards the friendship route. And I was looking forward to that, I really was.”

“But-“

“Stop it.” Clearly, it was your turn to have the upper hand in this conversation, powerful or powerless. You wiggled on a frail smile. “Just… I don’t know. You’re drained Gojo, and I am too. Go get some rest and I’ll stay somewhere else overnight. I can’t be in the same house as you right now.”

Baffled, Gojo inhaled sharply again and you wished you could see the full display behind his blindfold. What is he expressing? Concern? Contentment? Neutrality?

A big part of you just wanted to walk up there and rip the black fabric off of him. God forbid, but you’d like to see your co-parent’s face one day before you perish from this world.

“You don’t have to do this Sweetheart. I’ll-“ His voice was more gentle, coaxing.

“Stop calling me that too.” You demanded firmly. “Our ‘relationship’ was never that strong for you to call me that stupid nickname, anyways.”

You never knew where it came from, and it’s more than likely that he called you that out of playfulness. But there were moments where you’d mix up playfulness with endearment.

All of a sudden, everything in the living room became too bright and the still air pricked your arms and legs, layering each limb with massive goosebumps. Your fingertips numbed and you felt a sudden weight on your belly. The intense feelings combined with the pressure on your chest and swirling lightheadedness.

With you, the world was spinning and the long-gone nausea returned from its disappearance. Your ears rang with a petrifying high tune.

Gojo acknowledged the change of energy- how yours drastically increased… no not yours- the baby’s.

Your palms covered your ears, in a failed attempt to dilute the ringing tone. Teeth gritted not from any pain, but from the feeling of being overwhelmed. Waves and waves of this strange, new phenomenon washed over you, electrifying your soul to an outstanding light of this indescribable feeling.

It was too much for a regular human, such as you, to ingest.

“Hey- Stay with me… Can you hear me?” It took you a while to realize that Gojo was chanting your name with his hands on your shoulders. You tried to open your eyes, but it was only shut by the brightness of his presence. Why was there a large, blue aura surrounding him?

“Out…” You barely squeaked as the pressure had almost pulled you in. “I need to get out.”

The chatter with familiar voices emerged, and you could obviously tell it was from the helpers, mixed with the other outside noises. They were distant, but not so much at the same time.

“I wonder what’s going on inside.”

Birds chirping.

“Do you think they’re talking about us?”

The sounds of shoes scraping across the gravel.

“I don’t understand why the Lady yelled at us for the past few days. Honestly, I’m getting sick of it.”

Children running around the estate.

“Yeah! If we get our heads sliced off from Master Gojo, then I’ll give both of them a piece of my mind.”

A child fell.

“Pfft, as if you could combat against him. I am disappointed though, I thought she was very kind at first.”

The child wept.

“Quiet you two!”

You were about to go mad.

Overstimulation did not knock off any stress and you felt like every part of your soul was about to be pulled apart like taffy on a stretching machine. When you felt two hands clasp your cheeks, you opened and squinted your eyes in the direction of the owner. The hands left your face quickly.

“Oh no… Fuck.” The familiar male voice dominated your eardrums.

You reached a handout. “Gojo-?”

When you blinked again, everything stopped. The headache, the brightness, the overwhelming conversations, and noises. It was all still and neutrally warm. But when you fully opened your eyes, you no longer saw the tall, white-haired asshole that was in front of you. In fact, you could no longer see the couch, the wooden walls, and the familiar trinkets from a place you called home for the past few months.

Instead, you saw large trees, an empty walk path, a large body of water to your right, the bright blue sky, and the sun that shined over the glistening water. You were no longer home.

Were you even in Japan?

You now stood in an unknown area with no clue or direction of where to go. And to make matters worse? You didn’t have your phone on you.

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After a few moments of being dazed and confused (and freaking out that you teleported in thin air,) you walked around in your house slippers, letting the sun burn your exposed arms, legs, and toes.

“Was it you?!” You scolded your belly as you held onto it for dear life. “I hope it was you for teleporting me. If it was your father, then I’d literally nail him in the head.”

The closest building you could see from the naked eye was the size of a dot and there were no trespassers nearby.  It looked like it could be a mile away. And in order to get there, you had to go through a dark tunnel. For the 5th time, you squeezed your eyes shut and pushed your entire body, hoping you could miraculously teleport again.

But alas, it was your child’s power- not yours, that granted that great move.

The panic only resided very little, but it escalated quickly. You were no longer in an enclosed space, but you were now in a very vast and spacious piece of an unknown land.

“You could’ve at least teleported me somewhere with more people, my dear…” You clung onto the small mold as your feet kicked the dirt path. Worried about how you were going to get out and Gojo’s well-being, you only wished that pain-in-the-ass would come to find you soon. 

After 20 minutes underneath the basking sun, you felt your skin fry from its rays, and numerous beads of sweat dampened your body. Your throat was itchy and dry, and you were severely parched. On top of being mentally exhausted, you were also physically fatigued. You weren’t the most inactive person in the world, but now that you were carrying a child in your body, it became much more difficult for you to keep up with any activity without needing to take a break.

And boy, did that lake look so tempting to dive into.

But aside from your physicality, your heart tremored as it slowly closed in that you were in fact walking on unknown territory. There were no trash, footprints, or any other pieces of evidence that showed that there were other humans that trespassed before you. Even if you had a phone, you concluded that there would be no signal.

Too tired for sobbing, you pushed yourself until you reached the beginning of the dark tunnel. The only source of light was coming from the other end. Though the rigid, metal walls that circled in were obviously manmade, they looked untouched. However, the smell was absolutely rancid, and rotten.

The wicked scent punched your nose, immediately having you vomit out this morning’s breakfast. The acid penetrated through your already dry throat, increasing the uncomfortable burn. You heaved, spat out the remnants from your mouth, and wiped your forehead before groaning as you straightened your back from the soreness.

“Oh, damn.” If you could scream it out, you would. The dim entryway stood before you, waiting for your entrance.

“It shouldn’t be too scary, right?” You looked down on your belly. “If anything happens, promise that you’d teleport Momma back to safety, alright?”

After shaking a few jitters out of your system, you nervously entered the darkness, with your collar pinching your nose shut.

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You quickly pieced together why the spot you came from was an unmarked territory.

Human bones, pieces of fabric, and splatters of rotten, dried blood scattered the metal walls. And the owner of this humble abode? A curse that was a 9-foot-long purple slug. But, it was fast.

You scurried over to the other side at a maddening pace, utilizing the legs you were born with.

“Baby, Momma needs help! Please!” You pled to your stomach, hoping that they’d grant your wish. But, seeing that you’re still under the wretched place, you cursed loudly. “Fuck!”

Is this how you’re going to die? Both of your parents left the Jujutsu world at a young age and their natural-born abilities made you and your siblings capable to see things that a normal human shouldn’t. Though, your experience of seeing curses has always been mild, in comparison to this. The curse that chased after you was more wrenching to witness. 

It roared, dissipating a rumble that almost knocked you to the ground. You were raised with no technique to fend off these human-made spirits. And now, your timeline had the potential to be cut prematurely, as well as your baby’s. 

When the tunnel of light became more apparent, it boosted your tired legs to work faster. Though, you became too narrow-visioned to notice the uneven ground beneath you. On the last step before reaching the light, your right foot knocked over a large rock, causing you to plummet. With the instinct of a mother, you tilted 45 degrees, landing on your right side before getting scraped on your back. You hoped that your quick-thinking decision lessened the impact on your baby.

You groaned as the top half of your body was greeted by the bright, yellow sun. With the adrenaline coming to a screeched halt, the pounding headache returned and your body screamed from the scrapes and scratches.

“Huh- Ow!” When you tried to scurry up, your right ankle had you jolt from the twisted pain. You glanced down on it, noticing the forming bruise.

Wide-eyed, you thought you were done for. “No, no, no… Please!”

You didn’t know who to beg to: your child, a god listening, or the curse to give mercy. The heels of your palms dug on the gravel as you try and lift yourself up. However, the best option for you to move was to crawl.

The curse trailed behind you, exposing its baring, yellow teeth. You whimpered, losing hope of being saved. You thought of your family, who would deal with the unexpected pain of losing their daughter and sister earlier than planned. Your child, gone before they could take their first breath because their mother was too weak to protect them. 

And Gojo.

The man who had to deal with the immediate aftermath of your death. He would have to break the sad news to your family while going through the loss of his child- a being that would finally be his equal.

Even if you weren’t an important figure in his life, he made a fairly big impact on yours. And you didn’t even say a proper goodbye or left on good terms.

Your lips quivered as you hugged your belly, a new set of tears spilling out of your eyes.

“I’m sorry, my dear.” You whispered regretfully. “Momma failed you. I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t feel their power rejuvenate your body when the anxiety amplified as it did before. Distress succumbed to your soul as a final attempt to trigger something, but nothing came through.

The curse was 10 feet away, its shadow blocking you. The horrifying fragrance perfumed your senses, but your fear of dying paralyzed the nausea. 

“Oh, shit…” You whimpered your final words as a thousand thoughts circulated your mind. The curse opened its large mouth, its blue tongue extending. An overwhelming wetness seeped through your shorts and onto the floor, creating a warm pool around you.

You had completely disregarded the fact that you’ve pissed yourself. At least no one was here to witness.

You continued to shake as the curse inched closer, closing in on you. For the final time, you closed your eyes and let out a shrilling shriek.

It roared back, lashing its weapon. However, the outcry was cut short as a red light glowered through its body. It growled in agony as it was knocked back. You opened your eyes and peered witness to the surprising flare- that came behind you, as it attacked the curse.

You couldn’t utter a word, let alone a sound. Was it your baby who protected you once more? But, you didn’t feel the overwhelming power wash over you again. Quivering, you waited for the next move.

What stunned you the most was when you heard a low growl coming from a very familiar voice behind you.

“Don’t think you can lay a scratch on her or my kid, you bastard.”

When you mustered up the courage to turn around, you faced the figure of a 6’3 tall man, with intense and glossy lips, supreme white hair, and… and-

“Holy fuck… Gojo-?” For a moment, you forgot the situation you were in. With the sun as his spotlight, a pair of the most tremendous eyes you’ve ever seen shined through the wisps of his silver hair.

The rumors were true. You thought that the glassy hues were reflected straight from the sky or even an exact replica as if Gojo took pieces of the natural blue ceiling and pinned them on his face. 

Except, they’re much more beautiful than the bluest of all skies. He’s beautiful.

His intense glare softened as he gazed down at you. In an apologetic matter, he squatted down behind you and brought an arm around your upper chest, and tugged you close to his.

“Close your eyes, Sweetheart.” His right hand reached out, and a red orb formed in his palm. Your breath refused to calm down as this left thumb twiddled on the ball of your shoulder, warm breath tickling your ear.

“I’m here, it’s okay now.”

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Hot Shot

Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader

Summary: Bob asks you out to your senior prom in high school, and ever since then, you two have been together, even in the Navy, but it shocks people because you’re so damn hot.

(Readers call sign is Ember)

(T/W): none

Genre: fluff!!

Masterlist

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You could see Bob leaning against the pool table, not paying attention to the game between Hangman and Coyote, mostly because he’s so nervous.

“What’s the matter Bobby boy?”, Hangman asks, placing a hand on his shoulder, causing Bob to jump.

“Uhm, just waiting on a friend”, he manages to mumble out.

Hangman let’s out a laugh, nodding his head and going back to the game.

Bob stays there for ten more minutes, anxiously looking around and waiting for you, not feeling the stares of his friends.

“Okay, what’s wrong with Bob?”, Fanboy asks Phoenix, “He’s waiting on Ember”, she replies, taking a sip of her bud lite.

“Who in the hell is Ember?”, Hangman asks, eavesdropping on the conversation.

Phoenix smirks, looking up from her glass, “Her”, she nods her head to the women who just walked into The Hard Deck.

Hangman looks in shock, seeing the most beautiful and hot girl walk into the bar.

Coyote, Fanboy and Payback stand with open jaws, while Phoenix just smirks, having known and seen what you look like because well, let’s face it, she’s Bobs best friend.

Bob looks towards his friends in confusion, then follows their gaze, eyes locking directly on yours.

You could see his face light up, the same as yours, “Bob!!”, you yell out running over to him, while he meets you in the middle and picks you up, spinning you in the air.

“Oh (Y/n) baby, I’ve missed you so much”, he says, placing you back down, hugging you like it’s the last time you’ll see him.

“I’ve missed you too Bobby”, you say, smiling up at him, which he returns with the most heart melting smile, then kissing him on the lips, you feeling his hands snake around your waist, pushing you flush against him.

He slowly pulls apart from you, kissing your forehead, checks and nose, then trailing his lips to your ear, “Normally, I would save this for when we get home, but you look extremely good tonight”, he whispers to you, locking eyes.

You flush, giggle then squeak out a thank you, not use to Bob being forward, but every once in awhile he is, and boy, does it drive you crazy.

“Well, you better go introduce me to your friends, they can’t help but stare!”, you say, pulling away from him, and interlocking your fingers with his.

“Right”, Bob mumbles, not wanting to go over there because one, Hangman will flirt with you non-stop, and two, his “friends”, will relentlessly tease him.

Bob squeezes your hand, leading you over to the pool table, he feels you let go of his hand and rush over to Phoenix, and give her a hug, asking her how she is and if there’s anything new going on for her.

He smiles at the sight, happy that his best friend and girlfriend are close, then he hears Hangman cough, breaking him from his thought.

“So how did you manage to bag a hot shot like her?”, Hangman asks, still in disbelief, “I asked her to prom senior year, she said yes, went on a couple of dates afterwards, started dating, then joined the Navy together”, Bob smiles while running the memories in his head.

“I guess you could say it was a “lucky shot”, Bob adds, catching your eye and giving you a nervous smile.

“Yeah one hell of a lucky shot”, Fanboy says, looking from Bob to you.

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(A/n): Okay guys that was my first fic, I hope it wasn’t terrible, might make a part two, who’s knows!! If you want to suggest anything please do!! I’ll take requests!! I’ll also take criticism.

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MITCHELL | Jake Seresin

Prologue

Small amount of people walks in to the Hard Deck while a beautiful woman stands outside waiting for someone she loves and misses dearly. The woman is seen wearing a white turtle neck, a black high waist pants and with her hair down letting the wind to blow her hair.

A motorcycle park near her making a smile blooms in her face she runs to him and throw her arms around his neck. "Dad!"

The older man hugs her back, the man was overwhelmed when he sees his little girl run to him with a full smile. He rarely stays at home when she was younger, sometimes he had to drop her to her godfather house, Tom Kazansky and sometimes to Penny Benjamin.

"Y/n don't run." Maverick said

"What why? I can't hug my old man?" They pull away from the hug with Y/n still hugging his arm.

"Don't call me that, I already feel old enough." He kissed the crown of her head like always do.

"Embrace it."

Trouble walks in the city like they own them. People will have to deal with the Mitchell's.

No Hangman yet, they're going to meet in the first chapter so buckle up.

Ground Effect | Jake Seresin x Fem! Reader

Part 3 of A Diamond in the Rough Series. See Masterlist HERE.

Summary: The first day of training for your assignment finally arrives. You’re fairly certain that Hangman is up to no good. Reader’s Callsign = Diamond.

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: Some curse words.

A/N: Y’all, sorry this took so long. I think I’ve rewritten this chapter 3 times. Enjoy! :)

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Ground Effect – The increasing lift and decreasing drag that occurs as a result of an aircraft’s wings as it gets closer to the ground.

When you arrive, the early morning San Diego sun is just starting to filter into the empty aircraft hangar. The golden rays of bright sunshine cast a warm hue on the giant American flag that hangs from the ceiling.

It’s an impressive area for a briefing room, you muse, eyeing the tables and chairs arranged with a small podium up front and a whiteboard.

Hefting your bag over your shoulder, you approach the seats. You immediately identify Phoenix and her weapon systems officer Bob sitting together in their row. Phoenix sends you a friendly nod with a small smile and Bob lifts his hand to give you a wave that you quickly reciprocate.

It’s nice to see some familiar faces in the room.

“Good morning.” Rooster’s recognizable voice greets you, and his grin on his face is contagious. You can’t stop the smile that shapes your lips in return.

“Morning Rooster.”

Bradshaw pulls out the chair next to him for you to sit and a warm feeling fills you at the considerate gesture. You slide into the chair and begin sorting through the materials laid out before you.

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