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Masterlist ✞

𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑇𝑆:

♪ One Step at a Time

♪ All I Want

♪ 140160 Hours

♪ I Think About You

♪ Your Biggest Fan

♪ It Kinda Makes Sense

𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆:

♪ Not A Fan [Discontinued]:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Tolerate It

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary: How long can someone keep going when their love is being tolerated?

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Part 2: Happiness

When had this become your life? When did you become the person that wake up and watch as the person you loved breathed with his eyes close, before faking falling asleep again as you feel him start moving to leave you once again?

You take a deep breath as soon as you hear the front door close, letting you know he left, before sitting up. You feel a weight in your chest, making the simple act of breathing hard. You close your eyes.

Breathe, you remind yourself. Inhale, exhale.

It’s not that hard. It shouldn’t be. It’s a necessity, something your body does on its own as a reflex just to stay alive. You shouldn’t have to remind yourself to do it. Why did you feel the need to remind yourself of it now?

How was it that you were still alive but barely breathing?

Shaking your head, you open your eyes. One last reminder to breathe: inhale, exhale. And then you’re up. Getting ready to start your day.

Alone.

You had a routine. You showered, dressed up, cooked your breakfast, clean the house, and then left to Jujutsu High where you help train the second years. It had been your life since you graduated that same place. Since you decided to make your life along Satoru’s.

Suddenly your food feels dry. Was the reminder of your current life what had taking its tastiness away? You didn’t know, but you truly didn’t wanna bother yourself by thinking about it.

With a sigh, you stand up for where you sat and went to place the dishes on the sink. You didn’t even have the strength to clean them, or to finish your routine whatsoever. So, grabbing your bag you leave the house, feeling as if one more second there would suffocate you.

Breath, you reminded yourself once again

You got to the school, promising yourself you would let this feeling go. But how could you let go of something when you didn’t even know where it had come from?

No. You were letting it go. It was messing you up too much.

“Sensei!”

Panda’s voice makes you snap out of your thoughts, a smile gracing your features as soon as you see your three students looking at you with excitement.

You felt your shoulders slumped in relief and a smile overtaking your beautiful features. Everything felt better once you could see your students, your kids, even when you felt the whole Yuta left. At least he tried to call you every week.

“Hey! Ready to start today’s training?”

You’re greeted with many excited nods, and soon you start the class. You feel your breath become lighter, easier, as the minutes you spend with them grow. There’s something that warms your heart every time you see them become stronger. You feel proud of them.

But then you feel the air around you drastically change and your whole body tenses.

You could recognize his curse energy anywhere.

An arm settles itself around your tensed shoulders, your smile dimming drastically as his loud voice greets your students happily.

Breathe.

“What a great sensei you are, sweets!” He smiles at you.

When was the last time he had smiled that brightly towards you? When was the last time you cared enough to want that smile directed to you? Was it months ago when you last waited for him by the door of your shred home, all dressed up with dinner ready, just to fall asleep on the couch and throw everything away the next day? Was it even before then, when you used to welcome him home after missions by jumping into his arms and proclaiming how much you had missed him?

When was the last time you had actually missed him?

The thought hits you like a truck. Knocking your breath away. Even going as far as making you take a step back, your knees faltering.

He doesn’t seem to notice the way your eyes widen or the way your hands shake, instead his smile grows. It’s as if he took your reaction as a positive one. But he couldn’t be farther away from the truth.

When was the last time you had missed him? Felt his absence?

Had you really become numb to it? To how many nights you’ve had to fall asleep alone, without his warmth beside you? To how many times you had been left waiting with a fancy dinner and his favorite dessert, only to throw it away the next day?

How many time had you had to wake up alone and cold after he left you? How many times had you tended to his every need just for him to brush it off without even a thank you? How many times had your ways of loving him been disregarded for you to not even do them anymore and it not be acknowledged?

Suddenly, you remember how to breathe. As if your body had finally found the reason for the burn in your lungs.

The ongoing conversation between your lover and your students becomes a white background noise as your vision blurs. The arm on your shoulders feels like a weight pulling you down as you try to swim towards the surface.

You had to be wrong. You had to have it all wrong.

Gojo Satoru was the love of your life. Had been since you were a teenager. It had been a friendship at first, but it had blossom into so much more. He had become the air you breathed everyday. In a world of grey he had been the color. Everybody had left you both, even Shoko who was still there with you wasn’t truly there, but him.

But… this would mean he had already left. Or maybe you already had.

No. You had to be wrong.

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, almost pleading for him to turn towards you and take all the weight in your chest away with his warm gaze.

But he didn’t turn away from your students.

For a week you analyze the sudden revelation, wanting it to not be true.

But, oh, how cruel could having hope truly be.

In that week you realized how absent Satoru truly was. How late he got into bed and how early he would leave. How many texts went unanswered and dinners were spent alone. How many I love you’s were missing.

When had been the last time you had proclaimed your love for the other? When was the last time you had eaten together? Cuddled and laughed until you both fell asleep together?

When was the last time you had ever been with each other?

But you refused to let yourself lose what you had with Satoru. You had lost too much already. But was it harder to adjust to his absence or to adjust your needs? Did you really deserve to feel as if all the love you had given him, still were giving him, was only being tolerate it by him? What it truly what you wanted to beg for the rest of your life for the footnotes in the story of his life?

You had to decide.

<< Y/N: I’m preparing your favorite dinner tonight. Including dessert!

Satoru: ooohhh! What’s the occasion?

Y/N: just because. You’re getting home early tonight, right?

Satoru: Yep! Almost done here. See you soon, sweets! >>

One last try. One last chance. That’s what you decided.

You love him. He was worth it.

You prepared a fancy dinner, set the table, put on his favorite dress you owned, did your hair and makeup. And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Your mascara felt sticky as it rolled down your cheeks with your tears. Every breath felt like it was suffocating you.

You checked your phone to find no messages on it. No excuse, no apology.

With all the strength you still had on you, you stoop up and went to get ready for bed. Not even bothering to clean up all your hard work.

You laid down on your bed, feeling all your strength leave your body as soon as your head rested on your pillow. You were tired. There was no more fight in you.

Your eyes closed and you fell asleep. Two hours later the door to your home opened, Satoru coming in with a bouquet of your favorites flowers and a guilty smile, only for his face to display agony as his sight goes to the cold dinner awaiting him.

He curses under his breath. Wishing every single one of those higher ups would disappear. He wasn’t ignorant to how many times he had failed you so far and, even if he hadn’t voice it yet, he was thankful for your patience.

Maybe he should tell you that.

He goes to your shared room, sighing in defeat as he sees your sleeping figure. Oh, how he wished he could’ve fallen asleep with you. How he wishes he could always wake up with you too.

He had to make it up for you.

For the first time in a long time, Satoru turns off his phone, determined to wake up with you in his arms the next morning.

Only for him to wake up alone.

Nobody could understand or comprehend the panic he felt in that moment. He had never sat up as fast as he did then. His racing heart calming down once the sound of the moving kitchen utensils reaches him.

He breathes a sigh of relief before standing up, going fast to the bathroom so he could join you sooner.

You’re truly a sight for his sore eyes. Already ready for the day as you make breakfast. His heart beats rapidly in his chest and a warm envelops his whole body. It doesn’t take him more than ten seconds to be hugging your waist from behind, hiding his face in the crooked of your neck.

He had missed this.

Except he felt you tense as soon as he enveloped you. His heart stopped. His smile faded.

“Good morning, sweets” he murmurs, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his chest.

You just had to greet him back and then he would know everything was okay. He just needed you to let him know everything was fine. He just needed you to take away this uncomfortable feeling that overcame him.

But instead you pulled away from his arms.

“Breakfast ready” you said without looking at him.

And then you turned away from him.

“Sweets?” No answer. He panics, “Y/N”

The air leaves his lungs when you turn towards him. Your gaze speaks volumes to him. You’re tired and he swears he feels like a dagger stabbed him in the chest, right through his heart.

“Sweets?” He whispers.

But your silence is enough to confirm your fears. He was too late in realizing he had to do something, say something.

How could he come back from this now?

Part 2????

𝕲𝖔𝖏𝖔 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚 

Masterlist ✞

𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑇𝑆:

☯︎︎ When Emma Falls In Love

☯︎︎ Tolerate It / Happiness

☯︎︎ You’re The One I Call For Security

☯︎︎ Starry Eyed Barbie

☯︎︎ Just Keep Swimming

𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆:

☯︎︎ The Gojo’s Video Diaries

☯︎︎ Just A Girl

the sun was shining. the birds were chirping. yuji had an onigiri and some weird snacks with takada photocards (courtesy of todo’s weekly packages) right next to him.

life was good.

“mind if i join you guys?” yuji peeked an eye open from where he was leaning against the tree, breaking into a grin at the familiar voice.

gojo satoru was the strongest man on earth but yuji considers him the busiest too. he barely caught a glimpse of the white haired man nowadays and if he wants to spend time with him now, who was yuji to refuse?

nobara seemed to think otherwise though, “do you not have any friends?”

“of course i do!” gojo huffs, long legs somehow managing to manspread on grass, “but nanami is busy managing my taxes and suguru has a spa day with the twins. so i decided to check up on my favourite students.”

yuji gives him a bright smile, “we’re your favourite?!”

“of course!” he ruffles the boy’s hair before leaning back, “where’s megumi?”

“he’s getting his lunch,” yuji says, “wait, do you get food from here too or do you cook?” that’s a sight he’s never imagined.

“sensei? and cooking?” nobara bursts out in laughter before she abruptly pauses. “wait, do you though?”

“i used to until my wife banned me from the kitchen when the smoke alarm went off.”

“what were you cooking?”

“boiling water.”

the duo blinks in confusion before gojo pulls out some cover with a cheerful “let’s eat!” he uncovers it to a bento and steam wafts into their faces. when the delicious scent clears, the duo’s mouths water at the sight, looking as pretty as it probably tastes.

“aw, look! my son drew a picture,” satoru picks up the sticky note of three stick figures, showing it off with a pride that shouldn’t exist at the clear absence of artistic skills in the family.

“there’s a note too,” nobara squints at the handwriting, “for my favourite menace to society. p.s. get milk from the store or have all your white laundry turn to pink <3”

“ahh, true love.”

yuji and nobara share a side glance. should he be sounding that gleeful?

thankfully, they don’t have time to ruminate over gojo’s masochistic love life as he waves over megumi.

megumi sighs and sits down next to the trio with a defeated face when he realises that his attempt to go unnoticed from the white haired sorcerer failed. why does the most irritating person in the world have to have six eyes?

“so, megumi, have you looked at my lunch tod—”

gojo’s attempt at bragging gets cut off with a gasp when megumi opens his own bento. a smiley was drawn on with ketchup on the mouth-watering omurice, rice decorated like a panda and juicy fruits cut up into various shapes. but what took everyone by surprise was the note he lifted up.

hope you enjoy the lunch! i made enough to share with your friends. remember to take breaks and stay hydrated <3

megumi’s face has a small, pleasant smile plastered on while gojo gapes, looking at the bento like it’s a ticking time bomb. yuji rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and nobara bursts into cackles at the sight.

“seems like you’re not your wife’s favourite after all, sensei.”

Never getting over this 😭💜

method acting (completed) ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

actor!eren x actor f!reader

method acting is a very powerful skill. using your own personal, physical, emotional self and pouring it into the character on the screen makes for a powerful performance. except when it's you and eren - you're not sure where the acting starts and real life begins.

read on ao3

the method acting playlist!!

content: actor!au, childhood friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, it was always you trope, fluff, HEAVY ANGST (i'm serious. people were ready to hang me at the stake please be warned), miscommunication (even more sorry), CELEBRITY DRAMA, taylor swift songs and smau at some parts!

triple threat

the ensemble cast

the time of your life

award show etiquette

new year's day

historic wins

the softest kind of love

sick with sadness

the sound of the applause

the met gala

ribbons release

lacy, oh lacy

my love, mine all mine

the third act

it's time to go

funeral

all too well

the new romantics

lovesick

fine line

the beach

speak now

tolerate it

all american bitch

style

better than revenge

sofia

sweet nothing

see you soon

long story short

extras (method acting fan casts, tracklists etc.):

debut tracklist

lover girl tracklist

ribbons tracklist

the lucky one tracklist

valedictorian tracklist

birds of a feather tracklist

pls comment on this post or any of the chapters if you want to be added to the taglist <3

Video 2

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“… why are you turning that on?”

“Just because”

The camera starts recording both your bare and Satoru’s socked feet as you both lay in your bed together. The sunset light shining through your dorm’s window, brightening it all.

“You should be focusing!” Satoru whines.

“But i am!”

“Oh really?” He challenges, “What was i just saying now?”

“You were explaining to me why Kari and TK belong together, even when it isn’t canon” you roll your eyes.

“He is the crest of hope and she is the crest of light, you cannot tell me it wasn’t meant to be!” He exclaims.

“Didn’t their Digimons compliment each other?”

Satoru squeals, in a very girly non-muscular way, as he jumps to sit on the bed, making the camera move slightly before falling from your hands to the bed in the perfect position to record the exact moment Satoru jumps on top of you.

A groan leaves your body as Satoru’s weight ambushes you, his laughter doing nothing to lessen the pain.

“EXACTLY! YOU DO LISTEN TO ME!”

“Of course i do!” You groan, “Now… GET OFF!”

Satoru does, moving the video camera once again. It captures the exact moment Satoru sits beside you looking at you with a soft smile, even when you sit up with a frown, looking ready to scold him.

“You almost killed me”

“Oh, come on! Don’t exaggerate” he rolls his eyes.

“It felt like a tons of bricks fell on me!”

He gasps, “Are you calling me fat?!”

“Well, I’m just saying you don’t look what you weight!”

“TAKE THAT BACK!”

“NO!”

A pillow hits your face and an audible gasp leaves your lips as Satoru starts laughing hysterically.

“THAT’S IT”

You grab the pillow and start violently attacking Satoru, whose laughter stops abruptly and becomes girly squeals.

It doesn’t take long for him to get his hands on another pillow, soon both of you on a full on war as feathers start accumulating in your surroundings. Though neither of you mind it, too busy laughing out loud as you try and fail to shield yourselves from the hits.

It is only when Satoru hits you one last time, making you lose your footing, that you give up.

“I can’t… HAHAHA…. Bre-breathe…”

Satoru watches adoringly as you try to breathe properly, unable to do so because of your never ending laughter.

His heart thumps loudly in his chest and it makes him fear you may hear it. When had your laughter become his favorite sound? It was refreshing, peaceful… he was getting confused again.

“I WIN”

“NO” you scream, sitting up, “I was just on time out!”

“This is a war!” He smirks, “There are NO time outs! LOSER”

You groan as he starts his little victory dance, although you cannot hide the little smile on your face from the video camera still recording both of you.

Little smile that expresses a feeling you aren’t even aware of. A little smile that speaks volumes.

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