fuck buddies don't act like this (Gojo x Reader)

Chapter 90

~Yn~

Four months later...

A rush of uncertainty began to creep in as the opening of tonight's celebration commenced. People from all walks of life filter in drips and drabs, some dawdle at the door, creating a jam as they yammer away with Gojo as he welcomes the evening's guests. Whilst others can't get away fast enough. A couple, in fact, blind side your boyfriend in favour of being the first to admire your work.

Large canvases litter the walls like tapestries hanging in hallways, giving the room a sense of life and shape to this once gutted space. Glancing around, all you can see is stony faces and silence. Their shoes clack against the wooden floors, the clinking of champagne flutes and the quiet light-hearted chuckles wafting in from the entrance. All around you the stunned quiet builds like a tsunami dragging you away and when the quiet grows too heavy it crashes forward destroying anything in its path. The lights dance overhead, skipping and giggling as the pressure chips away your brave face. Turning for support, you find the entrance empty and closed, with only the discomforting glow of the street light peering in.

Until you feel the weight of warmth and reassurance scoop around your back, clutching you to his side. Gojo peers down with his boyish smile in tow as he so easily picks apart the current and dissipates the pressure burdening your shoulders. The once quiet room explodes with unmatched vibrancy of wonder and awe on everyone's faces.

"Good?" He asks, bringing you out from your shadowy corner and under the warm glow.

"Yeah." Breathing slowly, you turn facing him, a calming smile stitches you back together the longer you breathe him in.

This is it. Making your mark and proving to everyone that ever tried to dampen your flame as something lesser than and too niche. Art is subjective and shouldn't be so easily boxed and labelled to be one thing and not everything. Previously, being forced to paint your sexual experience as a form to gain more awareness in the community whilst failing to branch away from it once felt like a dog chasing its tail.

But looking around and seeing everyone's faces, there is freedom and courage in painting naked bodies, breasts, penises, and self-love. It is different. Unnerving and still slightly embarrassing, but everybody is different and should feel represented in one form or another. This is just your contribution and if this is how you get over your fear, then so be it, there are worse things to be afraid of, and it's not the bogeyman hiding under your bed.

It's the love in his eyes that so easily ground you back into existence. It's the frightening hook, reeling you in chest to chest. Leaving the world behind when all you can see is him. All you can feel is him. This journey began with fear, and it shall end with it, but rather than running away from the frightening man with his weird circular glasses that make him look like a hippy. You're going to face it and see where it leads you.

Maybe in a mansion having the best sex of your life.

Perhaps holding on tight to something real and facing all the world's curiosities together.

The End.

~*~

I actually can't believe this is the end. Thank you to all that have joined me on this journey, it has been long and at times difficult but we all got there in the end. In the years it has taken me to complete this bad boy, I have completed my degree and also gained a job.

Originally, there was a much different ending for this but as someone who hates pregnancy tropes and never ever wants kids for myself, I chose that my stories should be given an ending that allows them to live in an open-ended ending. There's more freedom that way for you as the reader to imagine.

I guess what I'm saying is that this has been an experience, a learning curve, my writing style changed several times over the course of writing this. I began very naïve with only 1 year of writing experience under my belt and very little editing skills. Now I come out of this a lot more knowledgeable and still very shitty editing skills. This has however, proven that I will never again write a 90 chapter story unless someone offered me a night alone with Gojo.

I know that some of you might hate Yn for being selfish and well at times it was because I wasn't taking in other character feelings I still want to preface that this story is about Yn and her experiences. Japan is not a safe place for women and I imagine in JJK it's a much harsher place. Yn is still human and yeah she's selfish but so are humans. Not everyone has gained emotional maturity by the age of 20. Some ppl take longer and some ppl never have sex, there is nothing wrong with either of those two things.

Sorry for the rant, some truths are just hard to hear.

Anyway, this is it folks. I might be inclined to do 3 special chapters but I need a break. Peace out!

P.s I hope my first time is as good as Yn's...