Hey Guys... I Guess Get Ready For Something In Two Hours

hey guys... i guess get ready for something in two hours

Opinion...?

I don't mind writing for jjk but I'm feeling a brunt out from so much media consumption and I want to write something new, I'll probably make a list about what other fandoms I write for...maybe....

Loving the popular boy gojo and geto posts so far!

AHHHHHHHH THANK YOU 🫶🫶

[Popular Boy Geto!]

A/N: this is so poorly put together but this man has been on my mind 24/7

>:0

Warning: Underage drinking, mention of Geto using other people, mention of Geto manipulate people, talk of mental breakdown, slight mention of depression, yandere(?), mention of obsession, Geto and Gojo lowkey having a thing, Geto okay with sharing you, Geto getting drunk by just seeing you

(I might miss some warning, lmk if that happens) (Not proofread like usual, didn't edit it, and probably some spelling and grammar mistakes)

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Popular Boy Geto, who is more emotionally available than his best friend, makes it easier to get with the girls at their school.

Popular Boy Geto, who is also praised for the contracting appearance he shares with Gojo, his board structure with dark long hair and mysterious purple eyes. That only seems to soften when he stares at a certain person in his English 101 class.  

Popular Boy Geto, comes from a well of family, not well off like Gojos. Still good enough to get into this school without needing to fill out an application form. He is still stupidly well educated using it to his advantage when he smooths talks Gojo and his professor to cancel class on Friday so they can throw another party. 

Popular Boy Geto, who even if he is more emotionally intelligent, still feels hollow and cold inside. Not being able to care about anyone besides this person he is attached to by the hip. Gojo Satoru. 

Popular Boy Geto, who can't hold back the gut-wrenching feeling when he has to comfort his best friend, the guilt that flows through him like a waterfall as he promises Gojo that he will make it all better, that everything will be okay, that they only need each other. He holds Gojo in the quiet hours of the night, well after Gojo calms down as they make silent promises to each other.

Popular Boy Geto, who sees you with your friends at Gojo’s homecoming party, and a sense of ecstasy rushes into his veins that gets him more drunk the the liquid in his hands. 

Popular Boy Geto, feels his blood run cold when he sees Gojo make his way towards you, thoughts swimming in his head as he questions his best friend’s intentions.

Popular Boy Geto, who swears to the higher beings that Gojo better not try to get with you for a quick hook-up 

Popular Boy Geto, who also makes his way to you and your friends, slides next to Gojo like two puzzle pieces being placed together. He looks around the group you chose to be with as a bitter taste falls onto his tongue without even taking a drink of the sour liquid in the red cup. 

Popular Boy Geto, who looks into Gojo's cerulean blue eyes as he takes a beaten breath of relief when he sees the same obsession that Geto has been plagued with. He slings his arm around Gojo's shoulders, as Geto falls naturally into the conversion that is currently going on. 

Popular Boy Geto, once the party is done Gojo and him are lying down in the snowy boy’s bed. Getos arms are tensing and relaxing around the boy’s waist. Thoughts pass by his head. One after the other, as he tries to decipher the situation. But, if he and Gojo can share anything. Then let them share the same obsession. 

You did Sydney and Kylar, so how about *flips coin* Robin with *throws dart* whipped cream or other food?

LMAO- Yes, I don’t really know how to write Robin but yes,

Also sitting in my math class while writing this •-•

Note: writing this with female aligned pc

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“Rob..Robin wait-“ she let out a choked gasp as the boy above her continued his relentless attack, her body moved up the cheap worn blanket lying on Robin’s bed. The iron grip on her hips increased as he dips his head down and laps up the remaining melted, sticky drink on her boobs. She rolls her eyes to the back of her head, as she arches off the bed. Maybe in a desperate attempt to get away from Robin, the overwhelming pleasure is heating the room to unbearable levels. It reeks of sex, sweat, and the forgotten milkshake. She wanted to share the sugary drink with her lovely boyfriend after he worked hard at his lemonade stand. How would she have known it would leave to this..? Oh well, not that she minds. Not when she gets to hear his pretty whimpering and moans directly in her ear.

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A/n: math sucks btw

Dol Sydney brain rot (R18)

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Nothing but a pin drop can be heard throughout the church. The hall is empty, dark open to any sin that may want to come in to corrupt the innocent seeking sanctuary. Two people kneel at the front of it all. The statue looked down on them both, with a judging glare. Heavy breaths and soft moans are shared between the two sinners. Quiet and gentle, they basked in each other’s comfort. Feeling each other's warmth knowing they will face a greater heat when the depths of hell come to claim them both. “Oh.. please god.” The boy with long strawberry blond hair whimpers out, his slender fingers find their home in the hand of his lover. The one who made him starved for love and lust. For a moment he wonders if his God will ever forgive him, but it’s dismissed as soon as he feels his beloved's hands running through his messy strains of hair. His breaths come out hot as he prays into the skin of the most beloved person in heaven. Hoping that this moment lasts forever.

My heart shrinks in my chest as I look up onto the stage, my red thread every so loose as I see it branch off into 7 different lines, all of them linking to the 7 men dancing and singing on stage. My heart physically stops in my chest as all the air in my throat quickly escapes as if even my oxygen can’t believe my fate. My body gets set into a panic as tears trickle down my cheeks, rivers quickly form on both lakes that my eyes are turning into as my reality, my fate, my life all comes crashing down onto me. My soulmate, no,  my soulmates are the seven superstars of the world. This can’t be happening to me, dear lord above I was joking all those times I wanted to be (y/n) in those BTS mafia fanfics I used to read in middle school. Please don’t make this my reality, please dont let them be my soulmates. My heart can’t take it, it just might kill me. 

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