Okay! The Masterlist Is Fully Updated With All Of The Fics For The Event!

Okay! The masterlist is fully updated with all of the fics for the event!

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Jujutsu Kaisen:

Fushiguro Megumi:

Selfish (#5 Pine Green)

Gojo Satoru:

Three Little Words (#2 ocean blue)

Inumaki Toge:

Hold You (#6 lilac purple)

Itadori Yuji:

Cutie (#1 blush pink)

Attractive (#4 hot pink)

Wanna Go Get Some Coffee? (#2 bubblegum pink)

Trust You (#6 rose pink + #6 bubblegum pink)

My Hero Academia:

Todoroki Shoto:

Nice to Meet You (#6 crimson red)

Bakugou Katsuki:

It Was Always You (#4 pumpkin orange)

Denki Kaminari:

Hello! i hope you're doing fine :D

May i request: #6 with bubblegum pink?

— maybe.. Yuuji got paired with Reader for a mission and he got hurt, then when the Reader is about to help him.. Itadori realizes there is a flower blooming on the Reader's skin at same spot as his wound is located.

(that's just what came up on my mind when i read the plot haha! sorry for my bad English.)

— p.s ; i love your works! please take your time, and take care~ ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎🌷͙֒

Aww, thank you so much! I'm doing well, thanks for asking! And your English is great, I don't know what you're talking about :)

Trust You (Yuji x Reader)

CW: slight swearing, injury, mentions of blood loss, fluff and cuteness

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Hellloooooooo!"

Gojo bounced into the classroom, grinning like a maniac.

Turning, you looked at him over your shoulder.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Oh, I have a mission for you and Itadori! How exciting is that?!"

"Stop taking advantage of us and dumping your missions on us."

Megumi grumbled from the back of the room.

Gojo gasped dramatically, flinging a hand across his forehead.

"Why my dear Megumi! I would never!"

In an instant his entire attitude changed.

"Besides, you and Itadori don't mind, right?"

He looked at you, doing his best puppy dog eyes.

"Uh...sure. It's no big deal I guess..."

You said awkwardly, not wanting to be disrespectful.

"Great then it's settled. You leave in an hour. Meet me out front then!"

He clapped his hands, then vanished, probably off to go bother Nanami.

As soon as he was gone, you groaned and dropped your head onto your arms.

What did you just get yourself into?

How were you going to work with Itadori without letting your ridiculously large crush get in the way?

"Hey guys!"

A head of pink hair appeared in the doorway.

"What'd I miss?"

You squeaked, turning bright red and turning your face away.

You were screwed.

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Yeah, you were 100%, totally screwed.

The mission had been going relatively well, and you were just about to exorcise the curse with your cursed technique when it landed a hit on Itadori and sent him crashing through multiple walls.

"ITADORI!"

Panicked, you summoned all of your cursed energy and used your technique one last time, finally managing to finish the damn thing off.

However you didn't have time to celebrate your victory. The instant the curse dissolved, you were off, scrambling over debris and frantically searching for your classmate.

"Itadori! Itadori! Are you okay? Where are you? Yuji!"

"Over here!"

A head popped out of the rubble and grinned at you.

"Yuji!"

You screamed, hurling yourself at him and helping him to move the rest of the rubble that pinned his lower body out of the way.

"Hang on- we'll get you out of here. It's fine, you're gonna be fine-"

"I know."

Yuji gave you a sweet smile.

"I trust you."

Your eyes filled with tears, and you smiled back at him.

"Thanks Yuji."

When he was finally completely free, you scanned his entire body, frantically checking for any sign of a serious injury.

Other than a particularly nasty gash on his left leg, you couldn't find any obvious injuries that needed immediate treatment.

"I'm going to have to bandage the cut on your leg."

You informed him as you ripped your pant leg off to use as a makeshift bandage.

"I just want to limit the blood loss-"

You were cut off by Yuji's delighted little gasp before he gripped your wrist, stopping you.

"What is it?"

"Your leg..."

Glancing down, your eyes widened.

In the exact location Yuji's wound was located on his leg, a sprawling pastel red flower graced your skin.

Looking back up, you made eye contact with Yuji.

"Is that-"

The two of you looked back down at your leg, gaping.

"I think so..."

Snapping out of his daze, Yuji pointed at a scrape on your back, before turning around.

"Here. Check me. It should be around the upper part of my left shoulder blade."

Nervously, you lifted the back of his uniform, holding your breath in anticipation.

Peeling back the last couple inches, all the breath whooshed from your lungs as you laid eyes on the delicate vine of flowers across his upper left shoulder blade.

"What is it?"

Yuji twisted to look at you, concern shining in his eyes, his expression...hopeful?

"Is it there?"

"Yeah..."

You breathed in astonishment.

"It's there. Oh my god, Yuji - Oof"

You were cut off by him flinging himself against you.

"This is the best day of my life."

He sighed happily, nuzzling into your neck.

"My crush is my soulmate..."

You froze, unable to believe what you were hearing.

"You-you have a crush on me?"

"Uh-huh."

He mumbled, leaning against you more.

"I-I like you too."

You mumbled shyly.

"S'good....."

He muttered, slurring his words.

"'M...little dizzy..."

He promptly passed out.

"SHIT! HIS LEG!"

You had completely forgotten all about his leg.

After wrapping his leg with the makeshift bandages, you lifted him onto your back, and began staggering towards the border of the veil.

You would get your soulmate to Ieri. You had to.

After all, he trusts you.

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why is this so true

every gojo fucker is a potential geto fucker. every nanami fucker is a potential choso fucker and every toji fucker is a potential sukuna fucker

It's always

"When will fanfic writers update their stories?"

And never

"Does this fanfic writer have adequate enrichment to engage in writing behaviours?"

Fanfiction writers (Scriptor fictus) are intelligent animals who need plenty of enrichment as well as encouragement! If they're stuck in poor conditions (e.g. have studies, work, have to actually write to have something written) then they require the proper enrichment to engage in more healthy behaviours, like writing. Remember, due to poor breeding and socialisation, over half of all fanfic writers suffer from low self confidence and executive dysfunction so take care of them!

Give your fanfic writers proper care. Fanfiction writers are a life long commitment.

I do understand the differences between a character and a real life person, but most of the time people let their personal vision to bleed into a fictional setting, maybe even unconciously. You corrected yourself with the all 'trapped in a wheel chair' but your first writing seemed to express some underground annoyance towards disability that seemed to go beyond fiction. Levi doesn't exist, but people with disability who love aot and see people express this kind of feelings toward a disable character DO exist. Their feelings are real.

This is the last I'm going to say about that post.

I'm truly sorry if I hurt anyone's feelings. That was not my intent. The main point of the post wasn't even about the wheelchair. It was about the loss of all his friends and family and how he needs to carry their burdens alone.

Finally, the only "underground annoyance" I hold towards disability is the fear and helplessness in watching my father - who is my world - slowly stop being able to go on runs with me, then hikes, then walks, then he wasn't able to move around the house. And now neuropathy has led to him being in a wheelchair.

And I would never, ever, wish my father was dead. The thought makes me nauseous. As rough as it is seeing him struggling with neuropathy, I spend every day grateful that he survived the cancer, even if the treatment did this to him.

Don't assume things about people you don't know.

If anything else is said about the post, I'm just going to take it down.

@supersleepyboys don't assume things. I agree with all the points you made, but your comments were very hurtful, especially given the circumstances around my father. please, just think twice before attacking a stranger you know nothing about

For your recent event can I request

Blue Ocean and #2

Thank you

Three Little Words (Gojo x Reader)

CW: rejection, blood, slight spoilers for the jjk movie, implied past satosugu i guess, mutual pining, reader is female, implied death, brief mentions of blood, mentions of injury

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"Sorry, not interested."

Three little words. Three little words was all it took to shatter your heart.

You had spent the last three years of your life trying to track down the person attached to the other end of your soulmate thread.

All that time spent hoping. All that time spent daydreaming about what he would be like, only for this.

For you to meet him because he was your new coworker, and fellow teacher at Jujutsu Tech. For him to reject you upon first sight.

You hadn't even spoken a word yet. All it took was him glancing at the red ribbon connecting the two of you for him to shut you down.

Your mind went blank. There was no way you heard him correctly, right...?

"What?"

"I'm not interested."

He stated casually, as if he was just commenting on the weather.

"You-You don't even know my name yet!"

With all logic having flown out the window, this was the best you could come up with.

"Oh, you're right. What's your name?"

Stupefied, you told him.

"That's pretty. Anyways, it's not you, it's me."

Taking your blank gaze as understanding, he perked up.

"My name's Gojo Satoru. I hope we can be friends!"

With an enthusiastic handshake, he was off, leaving you standing in shock, unsure of what just happened.

Reaching up and touching your cheek, you were surprised to find that it was wet.

Huh, that was strange. When did you start crying?

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Days turned to weeks turned to months.

At first, things were a little awkward between you and your soulmate.

You were hurt, angry and confused. But the more time you spent with him, the more those feelings ebbed away, his presence a balm that soothed all your hurts and insecurities.

Why. Why did he have to reject you? Why did he have to be so insufferable? Why did he have to be so goddamn attractive? Why did he have to be aware that he was so goddamn attractive?

Why couldn't he send you any clear signals?

One day he was playfully calling you his 'best bud' while the two of you played pranks on Nanami or got into mischief.

And the next he was tenderly cupping your cheek and running his thumb over the dark bags under your eyes; concern evident on his face as he quietly asked if you were doing okay, and telling you to take a break.

And if he really wasn't interested, why didn't he officially break the soulmate bond? Why did he change the subject every time you tried to bring it up?

It was driving you insane. You were falling for him. And hard. But the echo of his words replayed in your head every time you considered broaching the subject.

You didn't know what to do.

So you did the only thing you could; you kept it professional. After all, the two of you were coworkers, nothing more, nothing less.

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Gojo was tired of just being your coworker.

He wanted more. Had wanted more from the moment he laid eyes on your breathtaking face.

Sure, it had broken a visceral part of him to reject you, but if it was to keep you safe, he would do it a million times over.

However, no matter how much he told himself he couldn't be with you, that he had to officially sever the soulmate bond, he couldn't bring himself to officially break the tie that made the two of you soulmates.

The more time he spent with you, the more time he got to spend with you, the harder he fell.

He had never felt like this towards anyone. The only person that had ever come close before this had been Suguru, but his relationship with him had been soured by the fact that they both knew Gojo's soulmate was out there.

But when you were in his life, his entire world lit up. Everything was brighter and more vibrant. He felt like you saw him for Satoru, the man he was, instead of the burdens fate and Jujutsu society had placed upon his shoulders.

So selfishly he had kept the soulmate bond intact.

And now, staring at your mangled form laying before him, the precious blood that belonged in your veins leaking out onto the floor as you struggled to breathe, he remembered.

He remembered why he wasn't allowed to love. Why he had pushed you away.

God, he was so stupid to think that Suguru wouldn't go after you. He was so stupid for believing that his friend wasn't irredeemable.

And his stupidity and selfishness could very well cost you your life.

"You never change, do you."

Only then did Gojo realize that he had been speaking aloud, voicing his inner turmoil as the two people he cared for most lay dying before him.

Suguru coughed, wincing as the motion aggravated his injuries.

"You say that she's injured because you selfishly clung to your soulmate bond, right?"

"What are you implying Suguru?"

Gojo asked, weariness and heartbreak in his voice as he applied pressure to your injuries. He couldn't take you to get help until he took care of Suguru, but he wanted to give his former best friend a chance to say his last words.

"What I'm saying is that she got hurt because you were selfish, yes, but not in the way you think you were. You aren't selfish because you refuse to break the bond. You were selfish because you kept your distance. You could've come to her rescue much earlier, but you didn't because doing so would admit that she meant something to you. And you were more comfortable keeping her at a distance, because you didn't want to have to fear losing her."

Suguru sighed, shifting to a more comfortable position.

"You know, I never hated the people at Jujutsu Tech. If she survives, tell her how you really feel. She deserves at least that. And after that, tell her I'm sorry, okay."

Gojo barked a laugh, tears burning the backs of his eyes as a looming sense of grief and apprehension filled him. He knew what he had to do next.

"Okay, I will."

He smiled.

"Wingmanning me till the end. My best friend."

His face softened as he reminisced on better times.

"My one and only."

Suguru returned the smile, and Gojo finished him, gently closing his eyes afterwards.

Standing and wiping the tears from his eyes, he turned and picked you up, before stepping into a new chapter of his life.

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When you woke up, you were greeted by the bright white of the hospital ceiling.

Groaning, you attempted to sit up, only to be stopped by the massive man-child sprawled across your lap.

With a snort, he shot up, disoriented as he rejoined the land of the waking.

Noticing you were awake, he froze, before reaching out and grabbing your hands.

"Can I say something?"

"Right now?"

You asked, a little confused as to what could be so important that he was waiting at your bedside for you to wake up.

"Yes."

His unusually somber tome threw you off.

"Of course. What's the matter?"

"I'm so sorry."

"Um, I'm confused. For what?"

"For rejecting you. This is by no means any excuse, but the last person I was close to abandoned me. I was afraid to let anyone get close to me, but instead of facing my fear, I excused it by telling myself that if I let myself care for you then curses would target you to get to me. So I told myself that it was to protect you instead of acknowledging that I'm selfish coward who was just trying to protect myself-"

"Hold up."

You cut off his rambling, needing a moment to process.

"Are you trying to tell me that you rejected me because you were afraid that in the end I was going to betray you, but you were too emotionally constipated to acknowledge that, so instead you convinced yourself that you were pushing me away for my own protection?"

Downcast he nodded.

"And you're apologizing for that."

"Yes. If I had just protected you by staying by your side, you never would have gotten hurt! The only reason you're in here is because I was too scared to admit that I love you!"

You froze.

"Say it again."

"What."

"What you just said."

Realization dawned on Gojo's face, and his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.

"I love you."

He murmured shyly, looking at the comforter.

You leaned forwards and hugged him, burying your head in his chest.

"Again."

You whispered, lips brushing against the fabric of his uniform.

"I love you."

A content smile spread across your face.

"I'm still sorta pissed at you, but you have no idea how happy you just made me."

You said, nuzzling into his shirt.

"I love you too."

He froze in disbelief. There was no way you returned his feelings. He didn't deserve that.

"Do you really forgive me?"

"Mmmm, say it one more time for me."

"I love you."

"Okay I forgive you."

Finally at peace, you basked in the warmth from being in the arms of your soulmate.

Who knew that those three little words were all it took.

Three little words to heal your heart.

Cuddling with soulmate, you knew that you would be okay, as long as he continued to tell you those three little words.

You deep personal reflection was interrupted by Gojo's voice.

"Oh, by the way, Suguru says sorry."

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