ATTENTION

two's trouble geto x f!reader x clone!geto

"who the fuck is he?"

or maybe, what would be more accurate.

he looked like your boyfriend. had all the same little mannerisms. the crooked smile. the glint in his eyes. he even sounded the same, the soft purr of your name and warm hum when he wrapped his muscular arms around you.

except - your real boyfriend had just walked through the door, unfazed and unbothered by (his twin? doppelganger? duplicate?) whatever he was, currently cuddled up to you.

"me," geto casually shrugged, his back to you and rummaging through the fridge as if this really was your average Thursday and there weren't two of him - and the one that wasn't him was slipping a cold palm inside your shirt, tracing up your waist and teasing against the edge of your bra.

"excuse me?" you squeaked, cheeks burning as your boyfriend that wasn't really your boyfriend leaned down to softly kiss your neck.

"you're always complaining that you're home by yourself when I'm on missions," he shrugged, like it was an answer in-and-of itself. like he hadn't just fucking cloned himself to keep you company.

"and?"

"now you have a second me," he hummed, grabbing a snack from the top shelf and rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. he didn't even acknowledge the other him sucking wet spots across your collarbone. just pressed a short kiss to your forehead before walking over to the couch. "problem solved."

something hard pressed into your ass.

how long would it take him to realize he created a brand new one?

Hi 💔

I’m sorry if this message feels sudden—I truly don’t want to bother anyone. I’m Areej, a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza 🇵🇸, and I’m reaching out because my family is in desperate need of help.

The war has taken everything. We’ve lost our home 🏚, and we live each day under the constant threat of bombing and starvation 🥀. I’m trying to evacuate my family—my parents, siblings, two small children, a newborn , and my sister who is deaf —to Egypt, where we hope to find safety 🕊️.

If you’re able to donate 💌 or even just share our campaign 🔁, it could bring us one step closer to survival. Every act of kindness means the world right now 🌍🤍.

Thank you for taking a moment to read 🙏

And if you'd prefer not to receive messages like this, please just let me know—I won’t message again.

With love and hope,

Areej 🤍🌿

@supportmykids

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I come bearing good news!

Saint is coming out sometime this week!!

tan Suguru Geto is very important to me.

After Saint I think I am going to do a tarot themed series, I don’t have everything worked out yet but it sounds fun

HOLE IN ONE! - oldmoney!gojo x golf scholarship!reader

warnings: body shaming, mahito, a little bit of violence(let me know if you think something needs to be tagged)

a/n: most of this is gonna be based off of my knowledge playing Varsity golf when I was in highschool, so if I have any college golfers, and it’s different please let me know, or just have the slightest bit of mercy. (It’s been a while)

this first one they are in highschool still, I have quite a few ideas for the characters and world building and a nice beginning storyline so if this is something people enjoy I’ll dive deeper into it!!

MDNI!!!

golfer!reader who’s school had an agreement with their town’s country club to use it’s course for practice. Every day on the course for hours playing holes, and hitting on the driving range. Though throughout the season you became less and less passionate about the sport, only staying because your best friend wanted to be on the team but was scared to play alone, and you had been playing since primary school so you figured ‘why not?’

golfer!reader who stopped showing up to practices because you hated playing on a team with such good players, while only being considered “average.”

golfer!reader who finally started showing up to practice again after your best friend told you about the guys on the team who wouldn’t stop joking about how she looked in the golf uniforms, making a clear statement to stay away from her when not yelling ‘fore’ after hitting a golf ball at their group.

golfer!reader who meets an arrogant jerk when waiting in line for the bathroom in the clubhouse, hearing a whistle then scoffing after you locked eyes with a pale boy, with blue hair and a few long scars across his face.

golfer!reader who feels the shift in his demeanor, once he realizes you weren’t going to fall at his feet just because he had money. Feeling incredibly uncomfortable when he walks up behind you, his face twisting into a somewhat condescending expression before opening his mouth to say something, Only to be cut off by a different person walking into the clubhouse, calling for the guy, who you now know is Mahito, and telling him to hurry up because their tee time is quickly approaching.

golfer!reader who’s thinks about that moment every time you walk toward the clubhouse, worried of encountering him again, until one day you walk in and see your best friend talking to him, with stars in her eyes, and a completely lovestruck look on her face. His face sporting a shit eating grin the second he sees you, “we should play golf together sometime, you look real pretty in that skirt, and I’d love to see more of it” he whispers to her, just loud enough that you could hear while getting tokens to hit more golf balls on the range. You shot him a look, only making him look more content with his actions before you walked outside.

golfer!reader who ended up getting taken along with on the day she and mahito went golfing, finding yourself in a golf cart with a self absorbed prick, with blue eyes and white hair. Every other shot talking about how amazing he is, even though he shot double par on every. Single. Hole.

You had to watch your friend fall into the blue haired jerk’s trap the whole day because she was so excited about the attention she was getting from him. And everytime she giggled or blushed at a comment of his, he threw you a smug look, acting as if he had just just won some type of game between the two of you.

You prayed to whatever god was there to give you patience, when mahito asked for lessons for him and the snowy haired jerk for a charity event they participated in every year.

This was gonna be a long, long season.

a/n: I’m so so sorry if this is bad!! It’s been years since the last time I was writing for other people, so trying to format this in a good way has been a little hard so far! Please interact if you enjoyed so I can tell if this is something people want!! Thank you!

I have been released from containment (work) and will be wrecking havoc (liking all my mutual’s posts)

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

Hades!Geto waiting for Persephone!Reader to wake up after he basically kidnapped her: