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Geto's Golden Girl

Suguru Geto x female Reader x Gojo being Gojo

summary: You're Suguru Getos best and favourite student. He sends you on a new mission, and technically there's nothing that could go wrong. That is until you meet a former friend of your Sensei, who is all to eagier to get to know everything about you and your connection to Geto...

wordcount: around 4300

authors notes:

• not many spoilers really, but you should know what happens to Geto at the end of the jjk movie

• fanfiction takes place in an AU in which Geto will NEVER die (I'm still traumatised). Let's just say Gojo didn't have the heart to actually kill Geto at the end of jjk 0. Instead he left him severely wounded and walked away. That was your chance to save Geto and bring him home.

• English isn't my first language, so I might mix up some JJK terms.

tw: age gap (it's not a fanfic of mine if it doesn't have an age gap haha sorry), student x sensei/mentor/kinda father figure dynamic, violence, fight scenes, emotional rollercoaster, mentions of death, mentions of manipulation and kidnapping, humour, angst, fluff

Beta read by no one, I need female anime friends <3

backstory: You're one of Geto Sugurus scholars. Years ago he had rescued you from the humans of your village. You were able to see things they didn't, so they tried to exorcise you. You would've been dead if it hadn't been for Geto. Back then you were eight years old. Ever since then you lived with the sorcerer. He became your personal mentor, since he saw great potential in you and your cursed energy. The other two girls he rescued, Mimiko and Nanako Hasaba, were a few years younger than you. You viewed them as your sisters, but they never got as much attention and training from Geto like you did.

You were on your way home when you felt the first raindrop on your cheek. Looking up, the sky was gray, framed by orange-brown leaves on the trees lining the pavement. Autumn had finally arrived in Japan, and you felt relieved to bid farewell to this summer's heatwave. More raindrops fell, splashing on your dark blue jacket. Sighing, you opened your umbrella—this morning, the sky had been sunny and blue. Luckily, you always came prepared. The first humans hastened towards the stores, seeking shelter from the rain, hands raised over their heads. The sound of rain grew louder, amplified by the cars navigating the wet streets. You never particularly hated humans, but you didn't find them very interesting either. They simply coexisted with your world of Jujutsus and cursed energy. You didn't even resent the people in the village where you grew up. Hatred was a weighty emotion, and you enjoyed living an anger-free life. Eventually, your mentor Geto had accepted your relaxed attitude towards humans. Although you were probably the only one in his community that he allowed to have such a different opinion compared to his. You had always liked to talk back and had Geto questioning his will to actually teach and raise you a million times. But your were the strongest sorcerer your age, which was a big bonus point for you.

It was still raining when you reached home. The huge traditionally japanese mansion had space for your bedroom, Mimiko and Nanakos room and Geto's private chambers. Besides that there were many taijutsu practice rooms and guest rooms. Walking through the inner courtyard connecting various rooms via a small garden, the clacking sound of the Shishi Odoshi echoed across the space. Placing your umbrella on the wooden engawa, you removed your shoes and slid open the door to your room. Inside it was warm and cozy. The sound of the rain became quieter. You changed from your outdoor attire into comfortable indoor clothes and settled onto your futon. it didn't ake you long to feel tired. Sleep always came easily to you; you had a substantial need for it. The relaxing pitter-patter of the rain accompanied you into your dreams.

It didn't take Suguru Geto long to notice your return home. There was nothing in his house that the great sorcerer didn't know about, and the sight of the dark blue umbrella on your engawa was all too familiar. "Always prepared," he thought to himself. Geto was aware that you were likely asleep, as it was often the case on your days off. Despite it being only afternoon, your cursed technique of controlling all four elements of nature could be draining, requiring ample rest. Today it seemed like you just did a simple stroll through town, but even then, your cursed energy was always present. So the sorcerer waited another two hours before he sent Mimiko to wake you.

He had plans for you. He always had.

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Geto could hear your footsteps long before you entered what could be described as his living room. You closed the sliding door behind you. Outside, it was still raining. Geto's gaze fixated on you instantly. The light blue Japanese kimono wrapped your figure elegantly, and your shiny hair framed your delicate face. "You called for me, Sensei?" you asked in your typically soft voice. "Yes, my dear. Sit down, please." You settled onto the tatami mat, your movements fluent and elegant. "So much like me," he thought, observing you. "I have a mission for you, y/n. There's an abandoned mall outside of Tokyo. From what my informant said, there's a cursed spirit that is powerful enough to be of great value for us." As he spoke, he turned on the andon lamp on the flat table between you two. It was already getting dark outside. You rolled your eyes. "Let me guess – you want me to bring it to you?" The sorcerer in front of you had an amused smile on his lips, his dark eyes holding a certain allure. You were different from the rest of his followers - while they would agree unquestioningly, you always dared to contradict or doubt him. And Geto allowed it- every time. "Precisely," he continued. "I can't get it myself; I'll be occupied. And I only trust you to get this done. I know you won't disappoint me." He was right. You wouldn't. If you followed his orders, you did it to his satisfaction - every time.

"I need more details, Sensei. When should I go? Where exactly is it? Should I bring Mimiko and Nanako? They could use another training session." Geto grinned at your numerous questions. You had a love for details and disliked not knowing everything about a mission. Geto ran his large hand through his raven-dark hair, a few strands falling onto his forehead. "You will go alone. Tomorrow afternoon. One of my drivers will bring you there. Capture it in the evening and come back during the night. We can't risk being seen." The golden light of the lantern flickered in your eyes. "We?" you mocked, "You won't even be there!" Geto sighed. "You couldn't let that slide, could you, y/n?" - "No chance," you answered, now grinning too. "Alright, I will take care of your cursed spirit for you. May it help you with whatever devilish plan you're coming up with next," you said, rising to leave. Geto observed you in silence until you were almost out the door. "When did I tell you that you are dismissed already, y/n?" he asked sharply. "Oh," you retorted, wearing a hypocritically thoughtful expression, "never." You grinned and left, leaving behind your sweet scent that lingered in the air—Geto took a deep breath. Blackcurrant lychee, the same perfume he had bought you years ago.

***

The mall to which Geto had sent you had been abandoned for quite a while. As you approached it, the deserted structure loomed ominously in the night, its once vibrant exterior now a faded, dreary facade against the relentless rain. The stench of dampness lingered in the air, mixing with the earthy scent of decay. The stars and the moon were shrouded in clouds, and it was raining again. Closed to the public, the mall occasionally attracted adventurous teenagers, some of whom mysteriously vanished. "Stupid mission", you grumbled to yourself, yearning for the comfort of your bed and a good book. You swore to yourself to complain to Geto once you were back. Fucking idiot for not getting his cursed spirits by himself. But since you had decided to stay out of his other mad plans as much as possible, tasks like this one were becoming more regular for you. Finding the entrance, cordoned off with barrier tape, didn't take long. Stepping inside, a familiar tingle coursed through your stomach— the cursed spirit wasn't far. All you had to do was to follow your gut feeling. Meanwhile, you carefully looked around the mall. Smaller raindrops were dripping into bigger puddles on the ground, and many store entrances were barricaded. The eeriest thing was the flickering of some of the store neon lights. Why did they still have power? Your steps echoed on the wet floor. Maybe it was the cursed energy in the mall that made some of the lights flicker. Sneaking your way into the building, you could feel the energy of the curse grew stronger. Carefully you took out your sealing box. Capturing a curse with it was pretty easy for you. Also because Geto made your practice it a million times when you were younger. He used to have this annoying little spirit that always jumped around laughing and was incredibly hard to catch. Thinking about it made you grin-but this was neither the right place nor the right time for that. Besides, you were still a little annoyed with Geto for sending you here.

Suddenly, a strange, eerie mumbling echoed through the mall. That had to be the cursed spirit! "Of cou-course I can check the ware-warehouse for the item, which is obviously already sold out." You chuckled. Sometimes, the spirits last words were quite comical. Following the echoing sounds, you traced the spirit to a secluded corner of the mall. It was a grotesque manifestation, its malformed figure adorned with bones protruding from its mouth. Its skin bore a sickly hue of purple-turquoise, marred by blisters. Despite its repulsive appearance, you sensed its huge strength, yet nothing beyond your capabilities. The cursed spirit let out a squeak upon sighting you. "Better get this done quickly", you thought to yourself. Your power of controling the elements (fire, water, earth, air) made it easy for you to capture the curse inside the sealingbox after a short fight. Once the curse was sealed, you left the corner of the mall as quickly as possible, mainly to escape the stench of the curse still lingering in the air.

You got back to the main hall and were about to take out your cell phone to text Geto's driver-when something suddenly made you pause. The main hall of the shopping mall stretched around the corner about 30 meters in front of you. You hadn't been in this area before. And suddenly you could feel something - cursed energy? But the curse was sealed in the box in your hand, wasn't it!? The energy grew stronger. Very strong. You immediately got into a fighting stance. Whatever was so strong wouldn't let you escape anyways. Footsteps—long, deliberate—echoed in the flickering neon-lit corridor. Your heart raced with apprehension. What the hell was going on!? A figure emerged from around the corner, and you froze. A man, tall and adorned in dark, sophisticated attire, stood a few meters in front of you. He was wearing simple sunglasses, but despite that, you could see how handsome he was. His blue eyes seemed to shine through his sunglasses, and white hair framed his face. Recognition dawned on you. You had heard much about him but never encountered him in person. "Fuck," you muttered, stepping back a few paces in defense. What was HE doing here!?

"'Fuck?' the man asked, scratching the back of his head thoughtfully as if contemplating what you just said. You observed him anxiously. Suddenly, his expression brightened. "Fuck? Yeah, that probably is what most women first think when they look at me!" You opened your mouth and closed it again, unable to bring out any answer. Geto had told you alot about his old friend, including that he was quite full of himself, but it seemed that you only just now understood what he really meant. It took you a few moments to compose yourself. "That's not—what I meant!", you finally defended yourself, holding the sealing box behind you defensively, anticipating any attacks from him. "Meant what? Fuck? I'm sorry love, but that's not why I'm here." He casually slipped his hands into his pockets, grinning carefreely. And you? You couldn't believe it. You had never encountered a more unserious man, that was certain! And he was Geto's best friend? The contrast couldn't be more stark between the two. "You know, I'm actually here to get to know someone. I'm looking for a girl, around (your/age) years old, (your/haircolor) hair, and with a quite good curse technique", he explained. It was obvious that he was searching for you for some reason. However, the sorcerer seemed to enjoy to tease you. But you weren't having it. "Seems like you found her then", you answered grim. "Excelent! You know, I do really hate searching!" He looked genuinely happy about it, "I heard a lot about you, my dear." You swallowed. You couldn't trust him at all. Of course he was stronger than you and whatever reason brought him here, couldn't mean anything good for you.

"What would Satoru Gojo want from me?", you asked sharply, watching his every move. "Oh, you know my name already, perfect!" The urge to wipe that stupid smile off his face grew stronger inside you. "Anyways, Miss (your/lastname), here's my brilliant plan: you're gonna give me the cursed-spirit that you captured so well. And then I will kidnap you too. Agree?" He made his plan sound like it was the best thing in the world. "What- no!", you spat out, "why would I do that?!" Gojo Satoru scratched his neck again. "Because the other option would be for you to fight me. In that case, you would obviously loose. And I personally just hate fighting a pretty woman!" His dumb comments started to trigger you, prompting you to shoot a small fire ball into his direction. You'd never surrender without a fight! "Oops!", Gojo squeaked in surprise, taking a step aside. The fireball left a hole in the old storefront of a former restaurant behind him, igniting it. He watched it burn and sighed. 'That store used to have really good Kikufuku, you know?" - „I do not care!", you shouted. Gojo was incredibly irritating. „Well", he continued, „I should've known Getos golden girl won't submit to me that easily." You raised an eyebrow. "Geto's golden girl?" - "Exactly", he said, "you are his best and favourite student after all, right? That's why I'm here, y/n." You wanted to say something sassy back, but you couldn't even deny the 'best and favourite' part. Instead a new fireball started to form in your hand. You shot it towards him- faster this time, but the tall man easily dodged it. It seemed as though Gojo was enjoying your attacks.

If only you would have enough time to flee with the captured spirit! Instead Gojo continued his unbothered talking. "You were also the one to save Geto after I defeated him, right? He must mean quite alot to you. And honestly- I can't even blame you! He is incredibly smart and hot!" - "I don't need your opinion!", you shouted, sending a wave of air in his direction. Any other opponent would have been smashed against the wall, but not Gojo. He stumbled back a few steps. "Wow! You really are talented! I understand what Geto sees in you! I'm glad he didn't lose his taste after all!" - "That's none of your business either!" Did this guy ever shut up!? "Actually, it is. Geto is my best friend as much as he is my enemy. And therefore his plans concern me. And so do his students that he manipulated into staying with him." A contemptuous sound escaped you. "I enjoy my life and freedom with Geto, and so do the others!" Gojo nodded. „I knew you'd say that. In that case, show me what you got, dear! For you, I'll take off my sunglasses. Strong fighters deserve to face me without them." He put his glasses away and his blue eyes seemed to stare into your soul. There was no escaping him. You couldn't defeat him. But you never surrendered either. And strangely enough, something within you sparked a sudden surge of fighting spirit. This was your mission for Geto! You always promised and delivered for your sensei, and you wouldn't stop just because blue-eyes decided to show up! „Fine, I'd rather die than hand over the curse or even myself!" You utilized your power over air to elevate yourself off the ground, hovering a few meters above it. In your hand, a flame grew, intensifying with each passing second. Fire was your strongest skill—essential for this battle. "This could've been much easier", Gojo sighed. Before you could answer, you were struck by a punch, hurling you through the air. How was he so fast? Luckily, your air-skills saved you. You threw the fireball back, and within seconds you and Gojo were engrossed in a fight. In the meantime, he kept shouting comments at you about your cursed techniques. "Aim a little further to the right!", "Yeah, you got me there!" , That was better!" - You couldn't answer his comments. He grew stronger with each passing moment, and soon, you found yourself crashing into walls and barraged with waves of cursed energy. You stood no chance.

So, you did the last thing you could do: you secretly did a special cursed technique, anchoring the sealing box itself firmly into the ground. Geto had taught you this particular technique. It was designed in a way that only a person of your choosing could effortlessly retrieve the box from the ground- Geto in your case. It was an impossibility for anyone else since the technique was intrinsically linked to the Sorcerer's life—yours. Then all your strength left you in exhaustion. Gojo immediately pulled you toward him, your back pressed against his, his arm against your throat. "I haven't encountered such an intriguing opponent in a while", his breath brushed against your neck, "Unfortunately, you don't stand a chance against me. I will now take you and the imprisoned curse with me. But mark my words—you will grow incredibly strong one day." - "You're... not... my sensei!' you managed to utter, straining to speak with whatever breath remained in your lungs.

"That's right, but I am!" an all too familiar soft but serious voice interjected, "and now, Gojo, my old friend, could you please release my y/n? She hates being restrained like that." - „Geto!", you shouted. In the neon light, a few meters in front of you, stood your sensei. He was clad in a dark kimono, his eyes glaring sharply at Gojo behind you. The light reflected his beautiful face. „Geto, finally! It's delighting to see you!", Gojo exclaimed enthusiastically, "I knew you'd show up eventually. You can't leave your dear y/n alone after your sources have told you that I'm here too, I understand that!" - "Release her, Gojo, now!" Your sensei's expression was more determined than ever. An intense tension crackled between the two powerful men, their presence adding to the charged atmosphere. "Gladly, Geto," Gojo replied, "but I just realized you'll have to release the cursed anchor of the sealing box in the ground. Apart from y/n, only you can open it. Nice technique you taught her, by the way." For a plit second, Geto glanced at you with pride. The anchor technique was incredibly challenging to master. "The alternative is for me to kill your student, Geto," Gojo's voice turned dangerously serious. "Geto, you need that curse! Take it and leave!" you shouted. Getos gaze met yours, and his facial expression softened immediately. "Leave you?" he asked, then turned to Gojo, "I'd sooner give up everything I've achieved in my life than to leave y/n. If you want the curse that badly, Gojo, I'll hand it over!" You stared at Geto in disbelief. You knew how much your sensei had sacrificed to reach his current position—it meant everything to him! "Geto—" you managed to say, "no...!" He looked at you, a faint smile on his lips. "It's alright, y/n. I've made my decision."

Suddenly, Gojo's grip around your neck eased, and you broke free, almost tumbling to the ground before Geto swiftly caught and supported you. Clinging to the fabric of his soft kimono, you caught the familiar scent of cedarwood. "Shh, it's alright", Geto reassured, his hand gently stroking your hair. A chuckle from Gojo drew your gaze upward. "So, there's still good in you, old friend", Gojo spoke surprsingly soft. "I'm sorry I had to put you both in this situation, but I needed to make sure Geto hadn't lost his old self. I needed to know if he still cared for those around him." Your eyes widened in realization. What the hell? „You didn't come here of your own accord, isn't that right, Gojo?", Geto asked him, "the council of Jujutsu sorcerers sent you." You looked questioningly at Geto, whose gaze was fixed on Gojo. Geto continued: "Someone told the council that I would look for the curse in the old mall. So they sent you to defeat me for good." Gojo nodded. „You have a sharp mind as always, Geto. I was instructed to end your life here, in this very mall." Realization struck you: "So the council thought Geto would show up, and instead you met me! But how did you know about me anyways? You couldn't know Geto wasn't here!", you exclaimed. "You're not entirely wrong, y/n," Gojo replied. "The council had no clue that Geto sent you. But given that Geto is my best friend, I'm usually well-informed about his actions. Thus, I assumed that for a mission like this, his top student—namely you—would likely handle it. Even though Geto couldn't have known I was waiting here for you instead."

You nodded in understanding, but suddenly, Geto's hold around you tightened. "Does the council of Jujucists know that y/n is here too, Gojo?" he asked tensely, surprising you. Geto appeared nervous. "No, they're unaware," Gojo replied. "I didn't inform the council of my suspicion of meeting y/n here instead of you. That way, I could test you, Geto, by forcing you to choose between your goals and your heart", and looking at you he said: "I would've never killed you, y/n. Because that would have meant I'd have had to fight an incredibly enraged Geto - and then I might have ended up losing after all." You shook your head. "You're completely insane, Gojo Satoru." Gojo winked at you. "Well I care about my best friend's loved ones." You rose to your feet slowly, and Geto was there, lending his support as you straightened up. You brushed the dust from the earlier fight off your clothes, then looked at two special grade jujutsu sorcerers. "And what happens next? What will you tell the council, Gojo?" - "That's a smart question, y/n. And our next problem. I could never kill Geto, but even if I didn't, the council would, if I captured him instead of killing him. You grabbed Getos arm immediately. "That's not an option!", you stated. "I know, dear. But the councils has spies anywhere, so they definitely know that I've met Geto here in the mall. And by now, they probably know about you y/n too. The only solution is for you two to leave this place immediately. Hide from the council until they give up searching for you", Gojo said, seemingly unhappy with the situation.

Geto took a step infront of you. "I won't drag y/n into fleeing and hiding from the council with me! It's dangerous and only I am responsible for my current situation!" His voices conveyed a deep seriousness. Gojo nodded understandably. "Then I'll take y/n with me, back to Tokyo Jujutsu High School. I'll tell the council that you manipulated y/n and that she's entirely innocent. And that I didn't have the physical strength to defeat you, but instead freeded y/n. This way, she can stay safe until the council stops their hunt for you." Geto nodded immediately in agreement, whilst your eyes widenend. "No!", you shouted, "I'll stay with Geto! I don't care if they chase us!" Gojo looked at you with pity. Suddenly you all heard a noise from the other side of the mall. "Geto, you need to leave! Someone's coming!", Gojo spoke hurriedly. "No, Geto no!", you pleaded, "no sensei abandons their student!" Geto leaned down to you, his expression a blend of sorrow and determination. "Listen, y/n," he spoke softly, "you're no longer just my student. I'm not your sensei anymore. You've surpassed me in wisdom and kindness. You're more than my equal now." He delicately brushed a strand of hair from your face, his gorgeously dark gaze meeting your watery eyes. "What I mean, y/n, is that you deserve a life free from the dangers I've attracted. As I'll be hunted, I want you to be safe. I trust Gojo to protect you until I return." Tears streamed down your face, making you speechless. Another sound echoed from the mall, but Geto remained composed as he continued: "You'll go with Gojo. Train at Jujutsu High School. Grow stronger, and we'll meet again. I'm certain." His words were clear, leaving no room for an argument. You nodded, sniffling, "I'll miss you terribly. Please take care." Geto nodded back, a soft smile gracing his lips. Gently tucking your hair behind your ear, he placed a tender kiss on your forehead before nudging you toward Gojo, who put an arm around you immediately.

As Geto stood up, he glanced at Gojo, "Take care of y/n. Without her, I'd be devoid of my humanity." - "I promise," Gojo affirmed. You brushed away your tears, whispering, "I'll make you proud, Geto." He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You've surpassed that already, my love," he smiled warmly. Suddenly, the screech of an eagle pierced through the broken ceiling of the mall. In the next moment, it lifted Geto off the ground, perching him on its back. "Goodbye, y/n", Geto spoke softly. The eagle let out another cry and soared into the sky. The silhouette of Geto atop the eagle diminished until it vanished into the night. You gripped Gojo's hand, tears still cascading down your cheeks. "It's okay," Gojo murmured, "I'll stay by your side until better days arrive. And until then I have just the right classmates for you to help you find your new way at Jujutsu High." You gazed at him questioningly through the wet lashes of your tears. "What do you mean by that?", you asked suspiciously, "I don't think anyone would want to be friends with someone who was with a villain for that long." Upon the Jujutsu Sorcerer's lips, there appeared a subtle yet discernible grin. "I currently have three students- one of them had an aweful father- and the other one, well, ate his villain. So I think you'll be good." You stared at Gojo. That man was always good for a surprise it seemed. "Ate...him?", you asked in disbelief. Gojos grin was now clearly visible on his face. "Exactly. You see? I'm sure Getos golden girl-", he winked at you, "will fit in just fine!"

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Agere CoD Animal Crossing Head Canon's

(this is just for fun)

Item list; Denim Overalls (white), Kerokerokeroppi Pin, Pacifier (baby grey), Simple-accent Socks (white), Rubber-toe Sneakers (black), Dreamy Backpack (mint), & Panda Umbrella.

Big on-island design

Plays religiously when little

He will harass anyone he can to play with him

Ghost has to aggressively avoid Kyle when playing, he makes him regress

Has a Dark Academia theme

Favorite holiday is a mix of Halloween (favorite character is ofc Jack) and Turkey Day

Aggressively collects amiibo cards, has two binders full of them

The villagers he has are; Apollo, Wolfgang, Skye, Dobie, Chief, Kyle, Fang, Freya, and Vivian.

His starters had been Apollo, Daisy, and Pecan

Ghost's favorite villager is Kyle (looks like Riley & has Gaz's name)

Item list; Annyeong Tee, Baggy Shirt (gray), Dreamy Pants (blue), Jogging Shorts (black), Diaper (light blue), Mohawk Wig, Punk Hair Wig (orange), Pacifier (baby gray, Pacifier (baby mint), Holey Socks (blue), Knee Bandages, Knee Brace (black & blue), Basketball Shoes (light blue), Crossbody Boston Bag (blue), and Blue Umbrella.

All his villagers are jocks

His first animal crossing game was New Leaf

Prefers new leaf, but doesn't mind new horizons

The villagers he has are; Kid Cat, Samson, Stinky, Tank, Teddy, ED, Tad, Moose, Mac, and Lyman.

He collected the amiibo cards for a small time to get jock villagers, but he gave his collection to Ghost.

Soap's favorite villager is Tad

His favorite holiday is Bunny Day

His favorite character is Zipper

His original villagers were Teddy, Deirdre, and Poncho

Soap's Island is a cross between city-theme and kidcore

Obnoxiously into animal crossing conspiracies

He has loads of theories about Zipper

Item's list; Anorak Jacket (red), Colorful Striped Sweater (white, yellow, & red), Diaper (cream), Formal Shorts (white), Track Pants (gray), Crown, Colorful Striped Knit Cap (red), Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby pink), Color-blocked Socks (brown), Kerokerokeroppi socks, Pompompurin boots, Rubber-toe High TOps (berry red), Bug Cage, Butterfly Backpack, and Rainbow umbrella.

Big on bug collection

Maxed out the bug half of the museum

Gets so excited when seeing Flick

Casual player & often hangs out with ghost

Has had the same villagers since he started

Only really plays if he can play with someone

Got the crown from Ghost (both Ghost & Soap worked to get it for him)

The villagers he has are; Molly, Fauna, Beau, Erik, Deirdre, Pecan, Poppy, Kiki, Mapple, and Ike.

His starter villagers were; Fauna, Deirdre, and Pecan.

His favorite holiday is Festivale and Bug-off

Will take a day off just to sit and play the Festivale event

He'll spend an entire day running around collecting flowers because shiny

His favorite characters are Nat, Flick, & Kiki

The island theme he picked is a sort of glow forest

Item list; Colorful Striped Sweater (navy, light blue, & pink), Oilskin Coat (red), Explorer Shorts (beige), Pineapple Aloha Shorts (red), Outdoor Hat (red), Pacifier (baby yellow) Pacifier (baby orange), Pacifier (baby pink), Rounded Beard, Frilly Knee-high Socks (black), Knee Bandages, Rubber-toe Sneakers (yellow), Rain Boots (red), Fish Pochette, and Fish Umbrella.

The museum is fully maxed out

Shares an island with Gaz, doesn't decorate

He will get super anxious when things are suddenly different

Fishes ALL THE TIME

Only plays to fish for hours

Rich from the fish he catches

Gets lost on the island a lot

Will excitedly shake Gaz if he finds out CJ is roaming around

Is a pro at the fishing tourneys

He has all the special items you can get from CJ

Has the same villagers as Gaz

His favorite characters are CJ and Chip

Gets upset when things block the view of where he's fishing

Will complain about how clapped the villagers look

His favorite holidays are Fishing Tourney and International Museum Day.

Item list; Energetic Sweater (purple), Konnichiwa Tee, Mod Parka (green), Cargo Pants (avocado), Chino Pants (gray), Labelle Cap (midnight), OK Motors Cap, Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby green), Color-blocked Socks (green), Pom-pom Socks (green), Kerokerokeroppi Boots, Rubber-toe High Tops (olive), Nook Inc. Pochette, and Frog Umbrella.

Loves when it rains

Decorates like crazy

Super pretty and aesthetic island

Specifically created places where Price and fish

He's on fashion and his storage is full of clothes

Doesn't have enough space for his clothes and gets really upset about it

Island aesthetic is neutral neighborhood

He borrows Ghost's cards. He thinks they're really cool

His villagers are; Pietro, Julian, Elmer, Papi, Victoria, Roscoe, Winnie, Savannah, Reneigh, and Annalise.

The original villagers he had were; Julian, Alice, and Elise.

Gaz specifically picks the most obnoxious villagers to annoy Price

He forgets to warn Price when making changes to their island

Favorite holiday is Toy Day

Favorite character is Isabelle

Item list; Chick Tee, Culottes (white), Diaper (light blue), Boa Parka (gray), Denim Overalls (avocado), Kiki & Lala Pin, Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby mint), Color-blocked Socks (white), Nordic Socks (gray), Tube Socks (navy blue), Cinnamoroll Sneakers, Cute Sneakers (blue), Rubber-toe High Tops (blue), Bear Backpack (brown), and Pineapple Umbrella.

Only plays with Logan and/or Hesh

Shares an island with Logan & Hesh

Hesh's wife plays with them too!

Loves collecting shooting stars & their crafting recipes

Doesn't do anything in particular, mostly just follows Logan & Hesh around

Often watches Logan & Hesh fight over decorating (sometimes antagonizes it & finds it funny)

Logan enjoys having a fall scene, always skipping time to stay in it. Hesh prefers winter. So to compromise they split the island into three parts

Keegan went for a dark cottage-core on his side

Their villagers are; Phoebe, Charlise, Katt, Tybalt, Claudia, Filbert, Kitty, Tammy, Graham, and Vesta.

Their original villagers were; Phoebe, Kitt, and Charlise

His favorite holiday is New Years and Christmas

He always makes sure to play on holidays!

Favorite characters are Timmy and Tommy

Item list; Dreamy Sweater (blue), Garden Tank (blue), Kids' Smock (cherry blossom), Culottes (white), Diaper (light blue), Dreamy Pants (blue), Cinnamoroll hat, Prom Crown (silver), Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby mint), Pacifier (baby blue), Kiki & Lala Socks, Lace Socks (white), Cinnamoroll sneakers, Mary Janes (blue), Dreamy Backpack (mint), and Blue shiny-bows parasol.

Doesn't share an island with anyone, but is always having shadows play with him on his island

Half the island is worked on the other half isn't. It's been this way for two years

Has a fairy-tale aesthetic (mostly greyscale)

His favorite villager type is dogs

His favorite villager is Cookie

Favorite event is New Years (for the fireworks) and Fireworks show

Favorite character is Redd

His current villagers are; Goldie, Cookie, Portia, Shep, Bea, Butch, Maddie, Daisy, Lucky, Bones, and Boom.

His original villagers were; Lucky, Sparro, and Bam

He has a small collection of cards. He only bought them to collect the dogs more easily but ended up giving up

Plays more than anything when he's injured

Item list; bone Tee, Cardigan School Uniform Top (beige), Two-tone Pants (yellow), Worn-out Jeans (light blue), Paper-bag Hood, Ski Mask (black), Halo, Cosmos Crown, Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby yellow), Aran-knit Socks (white), Cute Sneakers (yellow), Mary Janes (red), Vivid Socks (yellow), Nook Inc. Knapsack, and Eggy Parasol.

Shares an island with Horangi

Horangi plays way more than he does

Plays New Leaf more than New Horizons

Only really plays when regressed

Absolutely terrified of the bugs and will run away from them or yell until Horangi catches them

Their villagers are; Bangle, Bianca, Claudia, Leonardo, Rolf, Rown, Tynalt, Patricia, Spike, and Merengue.

Their original villagers were; Bianca, Dozer, and Shari.

He really likes talking about animal crossing

He loves playing with people online

His favorite characters are Isabelle and Digby

Horangi conned him into having all the tigers

Island Aesthic is kid core (he begged Horangi)

He has ALL the fruits

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October 11

reader x mingyu

summary: fall rains are never your favorite but a warm smile might just change that

genre: fluff, university au

warnings: none? don't go to the apartments of people you don't know though

wc: 2.9k

a/n: hi this is inspired by me not having an umbrella and freezing my butt off bc why is rain so goddamn cold!!! yes i wrote this instead of studying for midterms

It isn’t that you don’t like the rain. In fact, you love the rain, especially summer storms that wash away the heat and leave the pavement steaming. You love thunder and lightning, and waking up in the middle of the night to the gentle taps of night rain.

You love trying to find a rainbow in those summer rains that appear in an instant, pouring on you while the sun shines. Since you were little, you loved being soaked by pounding rain, though you’ve stopped jumping in puddles ( at least not without your rain boots).

What you don’t love is fall rain, when it’s still too warm for snow so it rains instead, a rain so cold it chills you to your bones and only a hot shower or a steaming bowl of your favorite soup can warm you up.

That’s why today, more than anything, you want to crawl back into bed and bury yourself in blankets, go back to sleep until the rain stops. You only force yourself out of bed because it’s midterm season and your professors are all doing review sessions that you definitely need to pay attention to. You aren’t sure how the first month and a half passed so quickly.

After getting dressed, you brace yourself to leave, wrapping your jacket tightly around you and brave the outdoors, umbrella in hand.

It’s gray when you leave the apartment, the worst kind of day. You shiver immediately, before you even set foot in the rain. It’s only a five minute walk to campus, but your umbrella can’t do anything to prevent the cold from cutting through all your layers.

For once, your classes fly by, and you find yourself staring down the walkway from the doorway of the building, bracing yourself to make the walk back.

“Want to walk together?” You almost jump at the voice next to you.

You don’t know how you didn’t notice him walking up, a boy over 6 feet tall, taking up half the hallway. You recognize him from one of your classes. ‘Recognize him’ isn’t quite right. Though you’ve never spoken to him before, you know without a doubt he is the most popular person you’ve met, with his easy smile and good looks. You can’t imagine anyone disliking him, and maybe you had a tiny little crush on him, because who wouldn’t be flustered by someone that looked like him.

He gestures at your umbrella. “I sort of don’t have one, and I really don’t want to get wet.”

You can’t help but smile at how miserable he looks, lips forming a pout, unable to hold your gaze for more than a few seconds. There’s really no way you can say anything other than yes.

He lights up when you nod, thanking you profusely. “You’re actually going to save my life!”

You laugh, opening the umbrella. “Where are you headed?”

“Just off campus,” he says. He stops midway through the door, leaving you standing alone in the rain for a moment. “Wait, please tell me you’re going that way too.” He points toward where he was headed.

You nod and he sighs in relief, joining you under the umbrella. Truth be told, even if you didn’t live that way, you would have said yes. You couldn’t say no to those eyes, big and brown and way too good at begging.

It’s awkward at first, trying to fit under an umbrella definitely designed for one person. You end up walking a little bit in front of him, holding the umbrella tight to your shoulder while he was as close to you as possible without it being creepy. You were very aware of your shoulder pressing against his chest, his warmth managing to spread despite all the layers you wore between you.

“So, why don’t you have an umbrella?” You ask, trying to find something to distract you from thinking anymore about how close the very attractive boy is.

“Um,” he laughs awkwardly, “I’m actually not allowed to.”

You frown at him from under the umbrella.

“My roommates have gotten tired of the fact that umbrellas sort of tend to break if I’m using them,” he says. “It’s not my fault! I swear, I don’t do anything! They just… break.”

You’re laughing, though he’s serious. You can’t imagine someone like him, practically the perfect man, having such bad luck. “How many have you broken?”

“Five,” he says meekly. You laugh again, though you feel bad. Luckily when you look back he’s smiling too.

“How exactly does one break five umbrellas?” You ask. You step to the side to avoid a big puddle and practically bounce off his chest.

“Well, three of them turned inside out because it was really windy,” he says. “Seriously not my fault at all, though one of my roommates is convinced I was holding it sideways. One of them I dropped while it was folded up and the little arms thing broke, and it technically still works but it looks really sad, and the last one actually was sort of my fault because I was late so I was trying to run to class, except it was snowing and there was a patch of ice I didn’t see and I slipped and I didn’t hurt myself! But the umbrella was sort of crushed.”

You eye him, the strange way he manages to be pitiful and adorable at the same time. “It’s not just umbrellas, is it?”

He shakes his head, staring at his feet and scratching the back of his head. “I have been called clumsy by more than a few people.”

You smile. How could a person as tall and handsome as him manage to be so cute? “So, what do you do when it rains? Do you normally hijack other people’s umbrellas to get around?”

He shakes his head. “No, one of my roommates has the same schedule and we usually walk together but he decided it’s ‘too cold for classes’ and is probably sleeping. They wouldn’t let me take the umbrella, either, so I had no choice but to hijack yours.” He pauses. “Don’t worry, I only do that to people that are cute.”

You’re glad he’s behind you, though he probably can still see the blush spreading up your neck and warming your face. “Cute?”

“Sure, you-”

A strong gust of wind blows so hard you’re blasted in the face with rain, and you lose your grip on the umbrella. It rolled on the sidewalk, the wind pounding it down, and even as you chase it, you can see a metal rib sticking out, a sign it’s too late. Mingyu gets to the umbrella first, holding it out to see that one side was completely off the ribs.

His hair was almost immediately soaked, plastered to the side of his head. You wondered what it would be like to run your hand through it and push it out of his eyes, but he does it first and you can’t be mad because it gives you an excellent view of his biceps.

“My apartment is that building,” he says, pointing to the end of the street. “Run?” He holds out his hand.

You take it, and even though the rain is freezing cold, you feel like you’ve never been closer to the sun, letting him tug you into the shelter of the building’s lobby. You are absolutely soaked, save for your toes.

You try (unsuccessfully) not to stare at Mingyu, who is equally as soaked, wet clothes clinging to his body. You’re glad you know about his clumsiness, because otherwise you might not be able to speak in front of someone who just seems to be perfect.

“I feel like this is my fault,” he says, gesturing to the mangled umbrella he held in the hand that wasn’t holding yours. He hadn’t let go and you weren’t about to, especially not with how warm his hands were, spreading the feeling throughout your entire body.

“How in the world could this be your fault?” You ask.

He shrugs. “I have really bad luck.”

You’re feeling brave, so you say, “and yet you still met me.”

He grins. “Yeah, I guess I can’t call this a bad day.” He gestures to the elevators. “I can offer a towel and a not-soaking-wet jacket for the trip back.”

It’s definitely not a good idea to go alone into an apartment with someone you don’t really know, but you decide you trust Mingyu, and you can see in the innocent way that he looks at you that there’s nothing nefarious about his intentions. So, you say yes.

You don’t know what you expect, but considering you were college students and he lives with an unknown number of guys, you don’t expect to find it relatively clean and organized. It doesn’t even smell. You shiver in the living room as he digs through his room for you, missing how warm his hand was. He didn’t let go until you got to the apartment and he had to fish through his backpack to find his keys, an activity that unfortunately required both hands.

Another door opens before Mingyu returns and you find yourself standing awkwardly at another boy, cocooned in a blanket, as he stares right back at you.

“I’m Mingyu’s…” You realize you don’t really know what to call him. You aren’t friends, though maybe you want to be. No, you definitely want to be more than friends. Is there a label for that? Mingyu’s classmate who thinks he’s really hot and really cute and really wants to get to know him but also spoke to him for the first time today? “Mingyu brought me because my umbrella broke.”

He nods. “It happens more often than you’d expect.”

“Yeah, so I’ve heard,” you say. “Yn, by the way.”

“Jihoon,” he says. “I’d shake hands with you, but you sort of look like a wet rat.”

“Dude!” Mingyu appears from his room, frowning as if he was offended. “You did not just say that!”

Jihoon shrugs. “It’s true.”

You laugh as Mingyu only gets more offended. He brings a towel and a sweatshirt to you while Jihoon returns to his room, promising that they’re both freshly washed. “You can clean up in the bathroom,” he says, walking you to the door. Just before you close it, he says, “And for the record, you do not look like a wet rat.” He eyes you. “Maybe a cute wet puppy.”

Looking at him, grinning at you with his hair still wet and clothes clinging to him, eyes bright and full of warmth, you can’t help but think the same thing.

You change quickly, stripping out of the freezing cold, wet jacket and top and quickly drying yourself, your skin cold and clammy to the touch. You do your best to dry your hair, and pull Mingyu’s sweatshirt on. It smells like laundry detergent and just faintly of cologne, a scent you can’t name but is distinctly Mingyu. You’re already thinking about how sad you’ll be when you inevitably have to return it.

You emerge from the bathroom slightly warmer and entirely less wet. Mingyu has changed as well, his hair sticking in wild directions, no doubt from toweling it off. You don’t stop yourself this time from smoothing it down, patting his head for just a second before retracting your hand. You worry that you’ve gone too far, but Mingyu grins at you and pulls the hood of your (his) sweatshirt up.

“Ready to go?” He asks, playing with the drawstrings. It’s an intimate gesture that makes you wonder how you feel so close to him when you’ve only really known him since today.

You nod, even though you’d rather lounge around his apartment and get to know him more. He pulls the drawstrings until your face is completely surrounded by the hood, leaving only a small circle for your eyes and lips to peek out of.

“Now you’re ready,” he says with a smile. “I’ll walk you down?”

You nod, half tempted to take his hand again, but you’re starting to feel shy, worrying that your feelings might be a little too strong.

Mingyu is opening the door when Jihoon makes another appearance, poking his head out from his door. “Let yn use the umbrella!”

“Seriously?” Mingyu shouts at the already closed door. “How is this fair? I didn’t even break yn’s!”

Mingyu pauses but Jihoon doesn’t reappear, so he hands you the umbrella, complete with colorful polka dots. You follow him to the elevator, through the tiny lobby, and out the main doors, standing for a moment with him underneath the shelter of the entryway. You turn to the boy, sweatshirt hood still pulled so tight that you have to fully face him to see him.

“Thank you for everything,” you say. “I can give it back after our next class.”

“The umbrella, yes, I don’t think Jihoon is so kind that they’d let you keep it,” he says. “But keep the sweatshirt.”

You frown at him. “Mingyu, are you flirting with me?”

He laughs. “I thought it was obvious.” His smile fades. “Unless it makes you uncomfortable. Then I can stop. It’s just…” He pauses, and you watch his Adam’s apple Bob up and down as he swallows, staring at the ground for a moment before meeting your eyes. “I like you. I’m not flirting just to flirt. I really like you.”

Though your brain is malfunctioning a little, you can feel your smile. “Maybe I like you too. More than a little.” A lot more. So much more.

His smile is so bright you feel like the rain has stopped and the sun has burst its way through the clouds just to shine on you. He steps a little closer to you, hands finding yours and squeezing them once, sliding up your arms and coming to rest on your cheeks, which are still covered by the hood of his sweatshirt.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, leaning closer and smiling. You grin, reaching to grab his jacket and pull his face closer to yours. He pauses just over your lips, as if he wants to savor the moment.

You decide he’s taking too long, leaning forward and pressing my lips against his. They are just as warm as the rest of him, and so soft and sweet you can feel yourself melt. His fingers tighten just a little on your jaw, pulling you even closer to him.

You’re breathless when he lets go, clinging to his jacket because you’re more than a little lightheaded and aren’t confident you can stand on your own. His hands slide from your cheeks to your shoulders, as if he knows just how dizzy he’d made you.

He readjusts your hood, which got pushed back during the kiss. “Can’t have you getting pneumonia before our first date.”

“Is that your way of asking me out?” You can’t stop smiling.

“No, but now that you mention it, I would like to ask,” he says.

You realize he’s waiting to see your reaction, so you smile, loosening your hands from fists to press against his chest. “Well, I have class until 3 tomorrow,” you say. “And then I’m free.”

“Then would you like to go to this café, maybe tomorrow at around 4? They have really good pastries.” His smile should be considered a deadly weapon.

“Oh yeah? I think I’ll have to try them.”

“So? How about a first date there?” He asks.

You grin. “I’d like that.” He smiles so wide that you want to kiss him again, so you lean forward until your noses are brushing against each other. He closes his eyes, clearly waiting for a kiss and you can’t help but smile. You’re tempted to leave him there but he squeezes your hand and you can’t help but press a tiny kiss against his lips, not nearly equivalent to how you feel inside.

You push off him, opening the umbrella and stepping out into the rain all in one movement because if you don’t leave now, you probably won’t ever leave. He looks a little heartbroken as you walk away, walking backwards so that you can still see him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” You say, waving. He lits up at that, his slouched shoulders straightening a little.

“I’ll call-” He pauses. “I don’t have your number!”

You laugh and shout it to him.

“I’ll call you,” he says once it’s entered into his phone. You stop walking, watching him smile at you for a moment.

“Goodbye, yn,” he says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He must know that you’re waiting for him to go back inside, turning around and opening the door, waving one final time. You giggle when he trips on the step, nearly collapsing onto the glass doors. He makes it up and throws one pitiful glance back at you, though he’s back to smiling when he sees your laugh. It’s not until you can’t see him anymore that you finally turn away and start to walk home.

How could a tiny attraction turn into a big fat crush like this so quickly? It wasn’t fair, but with someone like Mingyu, you were beginning to realize that it didn’t quite matter. The only thing that did matter was that he was just as enamored as you were.

You clutched the umbrella, listening to the pounding rain above you. You realize that despite frigid rain, and the fact that your hair still wasn’t dry, you feel warm from the inside out, and you know that Mingyu is the reason.

You find you can’t quite hate the cold rain like you used to.

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