HII DERR!!

HII DERR!!

Can I request a fluff oneshot with Donald Na?

Donald Na has a long time crush for reader and whenever he sees reader from afar, he would stop and just watch them. But one time, one of reader's friends noticed and told them someone was watching her and he almost got caught. So he just decides to confess his love for reader.

It depends on you on how it ends ><

admiring from afar

cw: fluff, probably ooc (so sorry), bro's lowkey staring like creeps LMAO featuring: donald na

a/n: I AM BACK YA'LL!! also, tysm for the request, this idea is so cute omg !! hope you enjoy, lmk how this is!

"donald? are you listening?" kingsley asks, for the nth time this week. it was starting to agitate him since he wanted to tell donald about what was going on in the union, and he just didn't seem to care! "donald." kingsley repeats.

"huh? oh, yes kingsley, what is it?" donald asks, tearing his focus away from you and to the man trying to talk to him. with a raised eyebrow, kingsley asks, "are you staring at (y/n) again?"

"no, i'm not staring. i'm simply observing. they're a real nutcase, that (y/n)." donald replies, almost having his cover blown. resulting in an unimpressed "uh-huh" from kingsley.

"well, regarding the fight between jimmy bae and.." kingsley begins. 'aaand, he's not listening.' kingsley thinks. he look at donald, then at you happily talking with your friends, then at donald again. 'he cares about them more than the union?' .・。.・゜✭・.

"are you still staring at them?" kingsley asks. "again, not staring. i'm-" "yes, you're observing." kingsley interupts, cutting donald off. he recieves a pointed look, but donald lets it slide.

a small, fond smile is apparent on donald's face as he watches you from afar. and it disappears as soon as it could be seen, as your friend takes notice of his "observing".

"(y/n), do you know that blonde guy?" your friend asks. you turn around and make eye contact with him for a split second, before he averts his gaze. "yeah they do! that's their boyfriend~!" another friend teases. "he's not my boyfriend, we're just friends! he's my class and i think he's kinda cute.." you say, taking a sip of your drink. "well, boyfriend or not, he was staring at youuu~!" your friend sang out, wriggling her eyebrows at you.

"no he's not!! donald's probably looking at something else." you deny, feeling your cheeks grow warm. "well, donald's looking again." she responds. you turn to look at donald and catch him looking at you. you hold eye contact for a bit before turning away. "okay, maybe he is looking at me." you say with a flushed face. "but, whatever! i'm sure it doesn't mean anything.." you continue, taking another sip from your drink. .・。.・゜✭・.

the next day, you recieve a text from him.

'meet me in my office at 5.'

'why does he want me to go to his office?' you ponder. nonetheless, you arrive there at 5 and knock on the door. "it's (y/n)." you call out.

donald quickly opens the door and stares at you. "can..uh- can i come in?" you ask with a sheepish smile.

"yeah, yes.. come in.." he responds, opening the door more to make space for you. "uh- here, for you.." he says bashfully, holding out a bouqet of flowers.

"thank you!" you beam, gratefully accepting them from his hands and taking a seat.

"listen.. i'm just going to get straight to the point.." he starts, taking a seat in front of you. "i like you.. a lot." he continues, staring at the flowers in your hand. "and..i was wondering.. if i could.. be your boyfriend.." he trails off, feeling his ears turn pink.

"i- wh- yes!" you sputter, stunned at the sudden confession. "i would." you smile at him.

"yes? okay.. okay, i have a meeting soon, but meet me at ____ restaurant at 6?" he asks standing up, the corner of his lips curling upwards the slightes bit.

"of course, i'll be there." you respond, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and walking out the door.

you don’t like to kiss satoru when he wears his blindfold.

you understand why he wears it, and you don’t have any problem with it besides how distanced you feel from him when he tries to be intimate with it on. so while you never ask him to take it off, you simply refuse to engage him when he wears it. 

you were more lenient when he wore his glasses, at least being able to see all of his face when they slide down the bridge of his nose. satoru’s health came before your own selfish wants, and you felt guilty even feeling like this in the first place, but you still couldn’t help your uneasiness when trying to be affectionate with him while half his face was completely blocked off from you. 

and satoru doesn’t like this. he’s not immensely clingy, or at least not often enough to call him clingy, but he does like to have you near him, tuck you into his side and steal a slow kiss or two from you on occasion. especially when he’s feeling stressed or annoyed does he seek out your soothing touch, which tended to be pretty often from how demanding the higher ups are of him. 

you’ll still lend a listening ear, lean in real close and scan his face as if trying to see those bright blue eyes of his through the dark mask he often wears, perhaps even wrap your arms around him and card your fingers through his hair held up by the fabric around his head. and most of the time simply being near you, touching you in one way or another is enough to soothe his aching muscles and tense mind. but when he leans in to press his lips against yours and you dodge, he immediately realizes that it’s not enough.

“you’re mean.” he pouts, and though you can’t see his eyebrows crease in distress, you can certainly imagine it, and you laugh.

“when we’re at home.” you reassure him, rubbing your hands up and down his arms. 

he speculated for some time that you rejected him because of the setting, that it was unprofessional or perhaps embarrassing. but you had no problem angling his head toward you and stealing a kiss from his lips on the rare occasion he decided to wear his glasses to work, and so he eventually managed to piece together that the blindfold was the problem.

satoru’s frown only deepens, because he wants a kiss from you now. why should he have to wait to kiss his own partner? 

“just a small one. a quick one.” he tries to bargain, holding your elbows, but you only shake your head with an amused smile. 

“later.” you promise, and before he can press further, your students start to approach and your attentions are required elsewhere.

you uphold your promise, cupping his face and kissing him deeply and with so much love behind closed doors as if you were anticipating it as much as he was—when his blindfold is off. but he’s still troubled by the fact that you refuse to kiss him with it on. it’s a part of him. do you think he’s ugly with it on? that’s got to be it.

he continues to whine and chase after your lips while the two of you are at work, but you only chuckle and angle his face away, and eventually it really strikes a nerve, wanting to know why you were so adamant on avoiding his kiss when he was wearing his blindfold. you haven’t tried even once! 

he brings up this concern when you two are home, when your bodies are messily intertwined on your living room couch, satoru’s chin propped up on your chest and your hand yet again cupping his face as you cuddled and giggled about whatever sort of conversation you were making that night. in the security of your shared home and in your comforting embrace does satoru allow himself to wind down, letting his cursed energy just seep out and using it as an incentive to relax a slight bit. 

you say something and he laughs, and upon seeing his smile and endearing eyes crinkle happily, you lean in slightly to kiss him. 

he immediately reciprocates, the hold he has around your waist tightening. but then he remembers being in a similar scenario hours prior, and you refused to meet his lips then. so he pulls away gently and his smile slightly drops.

“why don’t you kiss me when i wear my blindfold?”

you’re caught off guard by the question, and his knit brows and the slight sadness in his tone makes your breath hitch. this was the thing about satoru without his blindfold. you could clearly see every piece of him. every vulnerable expression, every crease on his face, every emotion on display for you to bask in. you could rub your thumb over his cheek and not have it bump over the fabric that feels like it’s pushing you out, suppressing your affection.

satoru without his blindfold was open, intimate, whole. but when he wrapped the fabric around his eyes, it felt like he was also hiding a part of himself you adored. not the overwhelming strength he held in those enchanting blue eyes of his, but the love and affection they glimmered with when he was with you, a glimmer you’re sure was reflected in your own eyes as well. a part of him that displayed his adoration clear as day. 

“it’s silly, satoru.” you tell him reluctantly, playing with his hair. his sad smile makes you feel guilty, but the part of you that feels shut away with that blindfold overtakes an insecurity deep inside. “i don’t want to concern you with it.”

“you gotta tell me what’s up, sweets. think i’m ugly?” he tries to tease, and you roll your eyes.

“just feel distant from you, ‘s all.” 

voicing it aloud makes you feel small and just as silly as you told him it is. perhaps you were overthinking things too much. 

you’re afraid to explain any further, because you don’t know if you can without sounding even more insecure than you feel, but satoru immediately understands, and all the tension he’s built over the situation melts away in an instant, and he chuckles.

“like my eyes on you, huh?” he wiggled his brows, and you scoff, moving your hands down to his neck. he leans in a little closer, speaks a little softer. “they’re always on you.” 

your heart flutters as he kisses over the side of your jaw, giggling at the slight tickling sensation. he mimics your smile when he hears you laugh. 

he thinks he understands. if he wasn’t able to see those gorgeous eyes of your as they crease when you laugh, or gaze up at him in awe when he pulls away from a kiss only you could make so sweet, he thinks he’d also feel shut out, robbed of that small but intimate and beautiful part of you that leaves him breathless. he had a responsibility as the strongest to keep himself in line, but he also had a responsibility to you. he committed to that responsibility ages ago when you first met. 

he stares up at you from the crook of your neck, and it’s as if there’s hearts in his eyes, a sight that never fails to fluster you when you realize that it’s all directed at you. why would you want to kiss him while his blindfold was on when you were deprived of this sight while doing so? instead met with nothingness?

“just try to kiss me with my blindfold.” he mumbles, and it sounds insensitive after what you told him, but it’s exactly why he wants to prove that not a single ounce of love for you is hidden away when he wears it.

you frown, but still reach to grab it from when he threw it on the coffee table hours ago. you wrap it around his eyes for him, feeling slightly saddened by the sight already, but his lovesick smile never falters.

and as soon as your hands lower from behind his head, he’s gently pushing his lips against yours, and it feels every bit of kind and loving and special as it did when you kissed him without it. his lips move slowly, yet passionately, with yours, and you can’t believe you ever expected anything different.

and when he finally pulls away, you could swear you see those bright blue eyes of his staring at you with that dizzying gaze that makes you feel light and loved. you still feel a lot more exposed than he is though, and you can’t help but blush and bring your hands over your face to try and even the playing field.

he laughs at this reaction and tries to pry your hands away from your face. “so? anything different?” he grins, and you laugh. 

“i still prefer it off.”

“that’s fine,” he hums, lowering the band so it hangs loosely around his neck with one hand, bringing your hands down away from your face with the other. “i prefer it off too.” 

and from then on you become a little more comfortable kissing satoru with his blindfold on, and he’s over the moon at you now indulging him when he’d pull you into a random empty classroom and lean in close.

but he doesn’t see the harm in compromise, however, so he’ll indulge you too. and when he’s feeling particularly eager, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist, quickly tug his blindfold down to his neck, and capture your lips in a breathless kiss. 

whether he does this in an empty classroom or to say hello or goodbye before heading off on a mission with his students, you get to see those mesmerizing blue eyes shine with all the affection and love he holds for you. 

besides, it’s even more satisfying when he does it in front of others, tugging the blindfold off simply for your sake, showing off to everyone else the state you reduce him too. 

so perhaps you’ve grown to like kissing satoru when he wears his blindfold.  

pretty boy

gojo has to let you know how much you mean to him

a/n: hi friends! hope you’re all well, enjoy this little piece inspired very loosely by pretty boy by the neighborhood :] let me know what y’all think <3

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gojo is tired, exhausted even.

the fight with sukuna took everything out of him, and the only thing on his mind is getting home to you.

his tired feet carry him home, he knows he could’ve just teleported into the living room, but he enjoys fiddling with his keys, swinging the door open and yelling out, ‘honey I’m hooome!’ it gives him a sense of normalcy.

satoru ignores the sharp pains in his side, he’s sure they’ll be healed in a matter of minutes, the same going for the multiple cuts adorning his arms and face.

the sound of jingling keys has you jumping from the couch, running to the front door and pulling it open, mouth agape at the sight of your lover.

“I’m home” he smiles, his voice a bit weaker than usual, but still in the same singsong tone he always uses.

you don’t waste a moment to wrap your arms around him, tears flowing down your face as you squeeze him against you tightly.

“i was so scared” you whispered, finally pulling away and looking up at him, one of your hands gently settling on his cheek, your thumb brushing the skin gently. satoru leans into your touch, his blue eyes fluttering shut for a quick second.

his much larger hand takes yours in his, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm before he’s intertwining your fingers, leaning down and pressing kisses all over your face.

“I’m sorry, sweets” he mumbles, his lips finally catching yours, smiling as he relishes in the taste of your lip balm, it was the flavor he’d always used, “you steal my chapstick?”

“no” you grin, squeaking when he easily sweeps you off your feet, carrying you to the couch and setting you down gently. he makes no move to sit down with you, instead hovering above you, taking in every one of your features and etching them into his brain.

“what?” you mumble, a grin fighting its way onto your face as he shakes his head, “nothin” is all he says, kissing your forehead and finally sitting next to you.

“‘m so tired” he mumbles, letting his head fall to your lap, your fingers almost immediately carding through his knotted hair, frowning at how dirty it was.

“let’s get you cleaned up angel boy” you reply, brushing his hair back and kissing his forehead. you slip off the couch, heading the the restroom and turning on the water, letting it warm up before calling for satoru.

he lets you undress him, reassuring you he was perfectly fine when your eyes widen at the amount of dried blood on him. he watches the way your fingers ghost over his new scars, the way you so gently take the clothes off his body and usher him into the shower.

he feels his muscles relax as the warm water hits him, sighing in relief when you’re gently rinsing his hair, scrubbing in your shampoo into his scalp. he’s practically purring when you’re running your fingers through his hair, using a bit of your conditioner to get his tangled hair back in order, smiling when you hear his content humming.

he’s smiling at you when you help him with the body wash, scrubbing his back and asking him to lift his arms. it was a silly sight, with him towering over you as you got on your tippy toes to get all the grime off him.

soon satoru was wrapped in a warm white towel, eyes closed as you combed through his hair, putting a couple products in before you moved onto his skin.

it’s an hour or so later when he’s finally under the sheets, finally in bed with you. he’s smiling at you with the most exhausted expression on his face. he knows he should sleep, but he doesn’t wanna take his eyes off you, not after he’s been gone for so long.

“I was okay with it” he says suddenly, clearing his throat before continuing, “with dying.” he can see you flinch at his words, he only takes your hand in his, a silent reassurance that he’s still there, with you.

“oh” is all you can manage to say, the weight of his words settling on your chest, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

“you’re the only thing I’ve ever needed, and i have you” he whispers, his blue eyes seemed a bit glossy under the glow of the fairy lights turned on above him. “I knew as long as i had you I’d be alright.”

it was like satoru had picked up the weights from your chest and tossed them aside, instead replacing it with his own body weight, crushing you with love.

“sweetheart i can’t imagine living without you” he confesses, his hearts racing as he sits up, watching as you soon follow his actions, the two of you leaning your backs against the headboard. “I’m so lucky to be with you and-” his voice cracks a little bit, you can’t help but smile at him.

“I know, i felt like i was going insane with you here” you admit softly, leaning over and kissing his nose. “even found myself missing your stupid socks everywhere” satoru giggles at your words, easily grabbing you and setting on his lap so you’re straddling him.

your arms snake around his neck, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheeks, paying special attention to his dimples, smiling when you hear his soft giggles.

“my pretty boy” you mumble, leaning back and admiring him, “my angel boy” the words make him blush, he’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him, one hand settling on the back of your neck and the other wrapped securely around your waist.

“marry me” he breathes out, his warm breath hitting your ear and sending chills down your spine. you’re wiggling out of his grasp, eyes wide as you stare at him. “marry me, sweetheart” he repeats, his eyes darting all over your face, trying to keep his composure.

“you were the only thing on my mind that whole fight, you’re the only one i want in this life and any other” his grip on you tightens a bit as he continues, “the world could end tomorrow but i wouldn’t care as long as I’m with you, if i have you i know everything will be okay” his eyes don’t leave your face.

“i love you, i wanna love you until the end of our days.”

you don’t know how long it’s been when you finally nod your head, the room is spinning but at the same time it feels like you’re stuck in time. your heart is racing but the comfort of his body warmth has your heart steadily beating, the love struck look on his face makes you want to hug him and never let go. your body is on fire when you finally smile at him and reality catches up with you.

“yes” you whisper, “yeah,” smiling as you throw your arms around him once more, laughing as he squeezes you tightly, the two of you giggling as you pepper each others faces in kisses.

“I’ve got the ring hidden away” he mumbles, his arms untangling themselves from you and moving to place you on the bed before your hands go to his chest, stopping him.

“you can put the ring on my finger tomorrow” you smile, “what i need right now is for you to finally rest” satoru says something under his breath you can’t quite catch, kissing him once more before wiggling out of his lap and onto the spot next to him.

“goodnight angel boy” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair a bit more before finally resting your head on his arm, grinning when he pulls you even closer into him.

“goodnight sweetheart” he mumbles, letting himself be engulfed by the comfort of your presence, his brain finally relaxing as he lets himself fall asleep.

he’s out in minutes, soft snores leaving his lips.

‘my pretty husband’ you think, butterflies filling your stomach as the word husband rings in your ears. yeah, husband seems right.

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waking up with jjk characters

cw: fluff, sweet bf megumi, gojo almost kills you /j featuring: gojo satoru, megumi fushiguro

a/n: hi!! this scenario has been in my drafts for SO LONG and i'm just getting to writing it 💀💀also i changed my tumblr theme from light blue to dark blue, and i really like it!! lmk how this is (im so sorry if the characters are ooc)

GOJO SATORU: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

on the rare occasions satoru gets to sleep in, he uses it to his full advantage, staying in until noon - and not letting you leave either. you have tried multiple times to escape his arms, but each time you get close, he only pulls you in and holds you tighter. at this point you've given up trying to escape and instead try reasoning with him to let you go.

"please satoru! i have to use the bathroom so bad! do you want me to piss myself?" you plead, turning to face him.

"if it means you stay here, then yes." he responds, holding you closer to him.

"pleasee! it's almost 12:30, i wanted to start the day bright and early! let me go!!" you beg, losing energy over his antics.

"it's a little late, don't you think? why not just stay with me a little longer? what's the harm in that?" he reasons, opening one eye to look at you.

"the harm is that i'm about to piss myself! let me go!" you respond sternly.

"yeah, no harm done, that's what i said." he says, ignoring your pleas and instead laying ontop of you.

after going back and forth with him, you completely give up on the excuse of having to use the bathroom and decide to lay in his embrace. you rarely get the chance anyways.

"... i knew you were lying about pissing yourself."

"shut up." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it's been almost 2 whole hours since megumi woke up. and he's been in bed the whole time. why? because you're there with him, of course! and he doesn't have the heart to move and risk waking you up when you're sleeping so soundly in his arms, resting your head on his shoulder and using it as a pillow.

megumi shifts to rest his chin on your head, pulling you closer. he rubs your head gently as you begin to stir awake.

"mmh, megumi?" you say hoarsly, blinking sleep from your eyes.

"hmm?" he hums.

"what time is it?" you yawn, blinking sleep away from your eyes.

"almost 8. you can go back to bed, babe. it's still early." he kisses your temple and coaxes you back to sleep. .・。.・゜✭・.

you wake up again to the smell of breakfast being made.

you feel around the bed looking for your boyfriend. "megumi?" you call out.

"yeah?" he answers, walking in the room with a tray of breakfast. talk about smooth.

"you didn't have to.." you sigh, as he places the tray on the bedside table.

"i wanted to." he smiles softly at you. "go wash up, then we can eat."

"okay, give me 10 minutes." you respond, getting out of bed and stalking your way to the bathroom.

"i'll be here.."

hii!! ty for the tag!!

whys gojo so tall bro 😭😭

Me n my gang 😭🥺👉👈

how tall do you stand along your favs? tell me!

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getting hurt

cw: fluff, mention of character injury, reader lives cuz of plot armor, i have no idea how cursed energy and gojo's techniques work featuring: gojo satoru

a/n: hello!! this has been in my drafts for too long, i just randomly got motivated to start posting more, so i am!! lmk how this is!! also im working on a tangled movie au series thing for geto, so stay tuned!

"how is she?" satoru asks, sitting by your bed.

"she's in stable condition, she'll live. what even happened?" shoko asks, placing a comforting hand on satoru's shoulder.

"well.." he begins recounting the story to shoko.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"yo! (y/n)! let's go!" satoru calls out, waving his arm.

"wait! i'm coming!" you exclaim, chasing after him.

"haha!! that's what she said!" he laughs, pushing your head away with a finger in a teasing manner.

"oh my god.. fuck you." you blankly state.

"when?" he asks, wriggling his eyebrows and blowing a kiss to you.

"ugh.. you're the worst." you state, half-jokingly.

"sure, sure.. anyways, let's kick this curse's ass!" he says, stretching his arms as you near the location of it.

and someone got their ass kicked! just not the curse.

you immediately charge into battle, sword in and ready to cut the curse into bits.

"watch out!" satoru exclaims, noticing the curse preparing to attack.

you notice and dodge, cutting its arm off but getting flung by its other. landing near satoru, you watch as the curse regenerates it's arm, and the arm you cut off grows into a slightly smaller version of the curse itself.

"what the fuck.." you mumble, gripping the handle of your sword tighter.

"it can regenerate... you probably, have to kill the main body. go after the small one, i'll exorcise the big one." satoru says, giving you a reassuring smile and charging off.

'man, he doesn't even wait.' you think, running towards the smaller one and slicing where it's heart would be. creating and infusing a dagger with cursed energy, you lodge it into the curse and remove your sword. the curse blows up from the inside out, getting blood all over you, and fades away.

the bigger version doesn't seem to appreciate it's baby getting blown up and ignores satoru to attack you. letting out a large shriek, it slams you into a tree before you have time to process it and knocks you out, leaving a crater in the tree.

"(y/n)!" satoru yells out, worry etched onto his face. he takes the curse's distraction as a chance and uses 'blue' to take out the curse.

he runs towards you and picks you up in his arms bridal-style, carrying you back to shoko to get you healed.

"you should get yourself checked out too, those cuts will get infected otherwise." shoko says, after treating you.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"and.. yeah. that's basically it." with that satoru concludes his story.

"yeah, pretty much.." you say groggily, hearing part of his story as you gradually wake up. satoru seemed too focused on his story to notice it.

"i'll leave you two alone.." shoko says, throwing a wink your way.

"how are you feeling..?" satoru starts, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. "how's your back?" he continues.

"i feel like shit. what about you?" you ask, wincing as he helps you sit up.

"(y/n).. you scared the shit out of me babe, i'm so serious." he states, holding your hand and placing a soft, shaky kiss on your knuckles.

"sorry.." you smile sheepishly. "you get the curse?"

"yeah.." he replies. "i'll get you some water, wait here."

"okay.. i love you.." you say, shooting him a reassuring smile.

"i love you too," he responds, returning your smile. and with that, he makes his way to the classroom to fetch your water, humming a tune along the way. .・。.・゜✭・.