It Ends With Us.

it ends with us.

pairing. okkotsu yuuta x fem!reader

word count. 2.9k

genre/warnings. friends to lovers, one mention of suffocation, jjk 0 manga spoilers. reblogs/interaction highly appreciated!

summary. a lesson in friends, moving forward, and sleepovers.

or, four times you and your friends have a sleepover, and the one time it’s just you and yuuta.

The moment Gojo suggests a “first-year bonding sleepover,” Yuuta feels like crawling into a very tiny, very dark hole and never re-emerging. His first introduction to the class had already been disastrous, so he’s not sure why his teacher thinks this is a good idea—in fact, he’s quite sure it’s a dangerous one.

His other four classmates—Toge, Panda, Maki, and you—only stare at your teacher in slack-jawed shock. Surely he hadn’t forgotten the earlier Rika incident? Maki is the first to argue, and she and Gojo go back and forth before she has enough.

“Ugh, fine! But you can’t stay,” she hisses to Gojo despite his protests, cementing her hands on his back and shoving him outside. He smacks his forehead on the doorframe; you and Inumaki snicker to yourselves.

Once Gojo leaves, it’s extremely awkward, to say the least. Yuuta’s sure the four of you have had sleepovers together before, based on the organized way that you arrange yourselves for sleep. No one really speaks; you shuffle around the room, rearranging pillows and blankets and settling into your respective beds.

Yuuta situates his sleeping bag in the furthest corner of the room, nearly chewing his nails to the root with nervousness. He hopes Gojo’s room isn’t too far; if something goes wrong, the older sorcerer needs to be close by.

He lies awake for another thirty minutes, about fifteen minutes past the point where he’s sure the rest of you have fallen asleep. A pounding fear squeezes at his heart. He’s afraid to close his eyes for even a moment.

“Ah, Okkotsu?”

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Ok but I legitimately love venti using outdated sayings and phrases?? Like omg that’s so good. Lol imagine him saying the riptide of mortal blood thing to diluc, and then dilucs reaction to the explanation that venti gives when diluc asks what the FUCK he was talking about. Like, I just love people remembering that venti is 1) very very old, and 2) lived through very violent times in his life, along with the fact that he actively took part in at least 2 wars

More Archon War Era Venti Headcanons  one three four

For real though like the potential is endless and i just really like to think of the impact that especially the Archon War could have had on Venti's character!

.... im totally gonna expand on this now-

archon war spoilers

Imagine him taking a break between each battle, retreating to Mondstadt and composing a new song, one to play when he next sets out to fight, to kill. Because even by his own hand it would be a shame to let those who fought so hard for survival to be forgotten, so he does what he can, a divine song for each civilization he wiped out, the chorus leading the four winds to descend and carry on their memory for eternity on the very wind that caused their fall.

some see his retreat as weakness and attempt to ambush him in his own domain, a dishonorable battle fought in silence. The people of Mondstadt and Teyvat as a whole need not remember those who chose to stoop so low.

Some of these songs get picked up by other bards, carrying on as Venti had hoped, but many of them are forgotten, especially during his 1000 year sleep. But every so often, an especially giften musician with have a burst of inspiration, as if whispered to them by the wind. Those who know him look to Venti with concern as his eyes turn glassy at the familiar sound of a civilization whose memory he thought he had failed. He laughs it off, dramatically wiping his tears with a comment about how the music was just that beautiful that he couldn't help but be moved, "i couldn't have wrote a better song myself"

"let the wind lead" had a very different meaning during the Archon War. I headcanon that when in battle Venti took on his sprite form. To have anyone associate his dear friend with the carnage and terror of battle was the last thing he wanted, so sprite form it is. because of his small size, his presence was almost unnoticeable, which is why he survived so long without so much as a hand being laid on him. But one god noticed it- as four massive figures descended, in the very center, almost invisible was a concentrated presence of wind energy, absorbing and relocating energy to the four with the ever present song. And the god ran- survived, and spread the key "let the wind lead" in hopes that someone would be strong enough to avenge his people. This phrase almost cost Venti his life a number of times. Nobody knows its origin now but Venti still internally cringes each time he hears it.

Venti preferring to be outdoors and sleep in trees and such not only because he's the god freedom but because if hes indoors he wont be able to tell if someone's coming, he wont be able to get in the air in time, and he might be too late

I also headcanon that Venti is the ones who supplies Zhongli with Xiao's painkillers, since Zhongli doesn't actually have any healing abilities, and Venti is proved to have an affect on that

which leads into the next point- "but where are those who share the memory?" remember Venti's wine obsession... Venti and Zhongli - and Xiao on the occasion he can be convinces to leave his duties- getting together to speak freely, not having to watch their words, not having to be reminded 'oh right, that doesn't exist in people's memories anymore' every time. Just finally being able to reminisce, talk about the people and the things that they can no longer speak about to anyone else, speak about that which no-one else would understand. They're understanding yes, but there are very few people who can empathize with you as you talk about how you still remember that one battle where the sheer volume of blood spilled by your hand cause the calla lilies to bloom red for centuries, the tint never going away even now. Some random kid: huh i wonder why they fade to red like that Venti: why that's the blood of my enemies of course! ehe, just kidding! *looks at camera like in the office*

A lot of people view Venti as extremely superstitious because he believes and follows a lot of them, but it's because he remembers where the superstitions came from. He knows that during the archon war, breaking a mirror truly could set that god's wrath on you and simultaneously reveal your identity and location to them, that knocking on wood alerted the past Dendro archon, a benevolent god of protection to guard your words from prying eyes, at least until they were were found and killed. Venti just continues to follow them to honor their memory\.

anonymous requested: Hello! Can I request a scenario for Yuuta Okkotsu where he has an s/o who’s very attractive and all the others students are like baffled on how a guy like yuuta managed to get with a person like them *Cue the first and second year students with surprised pikachu faces

⤏ contents: okkotsu yuuta x gn!reader; 1492 words; fluff; disbelief at the fact that yuuta snagged you somehow

⤏ notes: bringing the other characters in to interact is always something :D this one has more intro to the beginning but i wanted to write the others, too

Maki is the first to greet you at the front of the school. To be honest, she wasn’t expecting anyone. After all, would even show up to this secluded place in the mountains? It wasn’t everyday they’d have someone come in and at most it would be some representatives coming for her teacher. 

But this person was clearly not one of those reps, if it wasn’t enough for the fact that you looked closer to her age than the old geezers Gojo would complain about. Your greeting was nice enough if a little nervous from the way you looked at her up and down. Though, she couldn’t deny that she gave the same once over to you. Her eyes nearly budged out of her sockets in surprise before she spit out a hello and who are you. 

“Oh, I’m looking for someone.” You say casually, not missing the way her eyes narrow. It was intimidating because her expression was sort of calculative. Maki was just thinking to herself who it could have been. She hums in acknowledgement, sensing the waves of cursed energy coming off of you to deem you safe to expose to what was behind her. 

She wanted a simple walk around campus but now, she supposes, she’s bringing in a visitor. 

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— DARK SPRING

pairing. yuuta okkotsu x fem!reader

summary. yuuta is having relationship troubles, and he isn’t sure how to go about it. 

tags. established relationship, college au, mentions of blood, murder, yuuta pov, mentions of sex

notes. been in a yuuta mood ever since the cockroach chapter, and @vamptomura just gets me when it comes to him. this is just me procrastinating on my other writing. this isn’t edited btw I literally wrote this in like two hours rn.

wc. 2k+

“Where were you? I stopped by the shop to bring you food, but they said you weren’t in today.”

The door squeaks softly on its hinges as you slowly close it behind you. Once the door is fully closed and locked in place, the doorway remains tensely silent. Yuuta watches as you turn to him fully with slightly widened eyes, lips opening and closing as you struggle to answer. 

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he finds himself relishing in the upper hand that he has over you right now. Just this morning you had told him on your daily phone call that you’d be busy at work later tonight. That usually meant you two wouldn’t see each other until the next day, but you’ve been so distant lately that Yuuta’s been yearning for you more than usual. He ached to see you, even if it was just picking up food from your favorite restaurant and dropping it off at the bookstore. It’s still packaged and bagged, now sitting cold on your kitchen counter. 

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CAN I REQUEST Y/N IGNORING GOJO LMAOOO. OKAY BUT FR- y/n's SOO MAD AT HIM FOR THE LITTLEST THINGS (ex; he didnt put the toilet seat down, he leaves water DRIPPING EVERYWHERE in the bathroom, his candy/lollipop wrappers are atp forming a whole mf mountain 😭😭💀💀)

morning spills┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: fluff and tiny angst

୧ wc: 1,025

୧ synopsis: gojo receives the silent treatment because you decided that you've had enough of picking up after him.

a/n: wrappers as ATP forming a mountain STOP that's so funny but completely true!! thanks for the request anon, I had so much fun writing this one!

"Honey, are you mad at me? Why aren't you talking to me? Didn't you hear me call out to you? Have I done something wrong? Talk to me angel, I miss the sound of your voice. I'll die if I don't hear it.

C'mon, please? Please, please, please. I'll really die, I'm not kidding."

Your persistence is really getting to Gojo ever since the morning, and you had good reason to be upset at him too. From him leaving a pile of dirty socks along with yesterday's attire right next to the hamper instead of having the right mind to deposit the clothes inside it to leaving water droplet stains on the bathroom mirror from washing his face too carelessly. If that wasn't enough for your cross-popping vein to make an appearance, the evidence from his late-night snacking spread on the kitchen island definitely was.

You're at your ends meet because your husband just doesn't seem to understand the concept of picking and cleaning up after himself, no matter how many times you've addressed the issue it just wasn't something he took to heart. With Gojo, it's always "Sorry babe, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again next time," and when next time comes around it happens again and again and again. You gave him too many second chances and warning notices, and today is the day where you've finally had enough of it.

Gojo hadn't realized just how badly he screwed up until his good morning kisses privileges have been rescinded, and that's when he starts to panic 一 inwardly and outwardly. "Baby? I don't get a good morning kiss?" He tries to lighten the mood with an innocent chuckle and pretend that everything's peachy, but you can make out the sound of hurt in his voice. You brush him off and continue making yourself a cup of tea before making your way to the makeshift desk with your laptop to answer work-related emails.

Gojo is completely stunned and he doesn't know how to act. He knows you're mad at him about something that he did, and before he could put his finger on it the brimming sunlight shines on the opened jar he left out overnight and it catches his peripherals. It immediately dawns on him why you're suddenly giving him the silent treatment. "Oh, haha this? Megumi must've gotten hungry in the middle of the night, don't worry I'll clean it up right away."

Right, because Megumi moved out to the dorms and just so happened to drop by in the middle of the night. You pay no mind to him as you fixate on the lines of text on your screen and sip on your warm beverage every so often.

Much to your surprise, Gojo does as he says instead of leaving the condiments and sweet bread for later like he usually does. But he doesn't stop just there and decides to wipe down the countertops, unload the dishwasher and puts them away, run the next batch of laundry and fold the clean ones. He spends the entire morning being productive and doing simple chores to hopefully make up for him slacking around your shared home. Even making sure you have something to snack on before he needs to get dressed for the day.

"Here, hon. Have some water and fruits." You take a glimpse of the plate he set down and they were bunny-shaped apple slices. How can you remain upset with him after that?

Gojo gives himself a once-over of his teacher's uniform in the mirror before he makes his way to the genkan. He spends a long moment staring at you expectantly as you're typing away at your keyboard, but nothing comes of it and he goes to put on his shoes. When he looks over his shoulder again before he has to head out into the world, you're slowly approaching him from behind and his heart skips. No, it does somersaults because you're acknowledging his existence again and it's all he could ever hope and ask for when it comes to you.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" You offer him a demure smile for the first time today and he swears he was hit by something. He's absolutely love-struck by you and it takes him back to his first encounter with you and he's feeling giddy all over again. But Gojo loves playing coy even though he knows what's coming. There's just something about making you do or state the obvious that's simply rewarding to him.

"Hmm? What's that?"

It's a small routine you both like to do every time one of you leaves the house to head somewhere. A small gesture to let one another know that you both still love each other even if it's the last thing you'll remember. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you gently pull him down into a soft and sincere kiss. The sweet and tart taste of your lips traverses him and he pulls you closer to him than humanly possible.

"Hey, I'm sorry for taking you for granted. Won't happen again... Are we good now?" He gazes down at you with an honest and hopeful expression, and you don't need to see behind his blindfold to know his cerulean hues are rippling and lustering from simply holding you. His grip and gentle squeeze on your hip signals you how sorry he is for being such a messy and inconsiderate person since you both do share the same space, and he makes the silent agreement that he'll be better from now onwards.

You nod at him slightly with upturned lips. Although you felt a little bad about how the morning started, you somehow had to get your message across to Gojo and his response to it seems like it was well-received. "Yeah, we're okay now. I shouldn't have ignored you like that either, but we each have our own faults. Make sure you don't get yourself into too much trouble out there, okay? I love you, Satoru."

"It's a promise," he hums earnestly, reaching for your hand and his pinky loops with your much smaller one. "Love you too, angel."

DAYDREAMING!AU || a little petty

request: okay but can we perhaps see yuuta getting protective of DDR….. and maybe him saying something along the lines of ‘leave my girlfriend alone’…..

please? for a treat?

note: honestly, you know my weakness for my babies >< whenever i get to write for my husband Yuta, there is no way I can avoid that faith lmao. 

pronouns: she/her

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If there was one thing that Yuta prides himself of, it is his patience. 

From the moment he had entered the college, he had been taught that the patient person always gets the outcome that they want at the end. And from the most part, he likes to think that he does take that advice to heart and try to be the best version of himself that he possibly can be. However, everything has a limit. 

And the longer he stared from where he was seated, grip tight around his glass of iced juice, he was starting to think that he was going to find his limit today. 

It all started with a message - Yuta was quietly washing up from the lunch that Y/N had made them when he heard the sound of familiar footsteps running towards him; warm giggles filling the air of the communal kitchen. Just hearing those giggles had Yuta chuckling as he turns off the faucet, wiping his hands dry with a towel just as he turns to catch the giggling girl in his arms. “What got you all excited like this?”

Yuta’s amused question was answered with another fit of giggles before Y/N pulls her face away from his chest, holding her phone screen to the taller male before him. “Remember Hatori? Him, Riku and I are classmates when we were younger, and Riku keeps in contact with our middle school classmates,” Y/N explained whilst Yuta thought back to the couple he had met a few times - Hatori and his boyfriend, Riku had grilled him the moment they found out that he was dating Y/N. But it was all done out of love for her, and soon the three men became good friends; Yuta playing video games with Toge and Riku, and share a few texts with Hatori about new anime merch and where to get them. “What about it?”

“They are having a get together for everyone who is in middle school!,” Y/N replied excitedly as she shakes her phone before his face, to which Yuta just chuckles before he carefully catches her wrist with one hand to stop her shaking. Squinting at the screen a little, he read over the simple message that Riku had sent to a group chat that the three of them are in; humming quietly at the link to register for the event. “I guess you wanna go?”

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