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Abstract Art

Gojo x reader Ft. 1st years Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Gojo tries painting and calls it "abstract art" A/N: I've been going through a block lately, so please feel free to drop any specific ideas or blurbs in my asks Masterlist

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and you were spending some quality time with Satoru Gojo, your unpredictable boyfriend. As you both lounged in the living room, he suddenly declared, "Hey, babe, I'm working on a masterpiece. You're going to love it." he made hand motions asking you to follow him.

Intrigued, you followed him to his makeshift art studio, a corner of the room scattered with paintbrushes, canvases, and tubes of vibrant colors. Gojo grinned mischievously, revealing a canvas covered with a mysterious white cloth.

"I present to you, my latest creation!" he exclaimed, pulling off the cloth with a dramatic flourish.

To your surprise, the masterpiece was... unconventional, to say the least. The colors clashed in wild patterns, there was no coordination, the shades made no sense and shapes seemed to defy any recognizable form. It was a chaotic mess.

Your eyes widened, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Satoru, is this your idea of a masterpiece?"

He winked at you, unabashed. "Abstract art, my love. Only the chosen few can truly appreciate its beauty."

Just then, Yuji, Kugisaki, and Megumi walked in, drawn by the commotion. They took one look at the canvas and burst into laughter.

"What is this, Gojo sensei?" Yuji asked, pointing at the chaotic mess.

Gojo struck a pose, pretending to be deep in thought. "It's abstract art, my sweet little mochis. Only those with a refined taste can understand its profound meaning."

Kugisaki rolled her eyes. "Refined taste? More like a refined disaster!"

Megumi, usually reserved, couldn't contain his amusement. "I never knew chaos could be considered art."

You and the others continued to tease Gojo mercilessly, with each remark more playful than the last. Despite the initial embarrassment, Gojo took it all in stride, joining in the laughter.

As the banter continued, Gojo decided to embrace the teasing, declaring, "Well, only the truly enlightened can appreciate the genius behind this masterpiece."

The chaotic masterpiece proudly hung in your living room as per Gojo's request.

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Make Or Break

Gojo x reader Genre: Angst to Comfort Words: 925 Synopsis: You get into an argument with Gojo Masterlist

You and Satoru Gojo had always shared an unique dynamic. Banters were numerous, but actual arguments were a rare occurence. However, today's argument had escalated beyond your usual disagreements. The tension in the air was thick and overwhelming, creating an almost suffocating atmosphere in the room.

It started with a simple misunderstanding, a miscommunication that had eventually snowballed into a heated exchange of words. Gojo's piercing gaze bore into you as he argued his point vehemently, his words cutting through the air like a knife. Your own frustration bubbled to the surface, and soon, you were both caught in a whirlwind of accusations and harsh truths.

"Is it so hard for you to understand, Gojo? You never listen!" you snapped, your voice rising to match his intensity. "You act like you know everything, but you never take the time to truly understand how I feel!"

Gojo's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. "Maybe if you were clearer about your feelings, I wouldn't have to play guessing games all the damn time!"

The room seemed to shrink as the argument intensified, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily between you. Hurtful phrases were exchanged like rapid-fire, each one leaving a deeper wound than the last.

"You're impossible to be with, Gojo. I can't keep up with your constant need to be right!"

"Oh, please. Maybe you just can't handle someone who challenges you for once."

The words hung in the air, a painful reminder of the growing rift between you. The initial spark that had drawn you together now felt like a distant memory. The raw emotion in Gojo's eyes mirrored your own internal turmoil.

In the midst of the chaos, neither of you noticed the tears that welled up in your eyes. The realization of the damage done sank in, but the anger still lingered, preventing either of you from taking a step back.

"I need space," you declared, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness.

Gojo's expression hardened, but he nodded in reluctant agreement. "Fine. Take all the space you need."

With that, you stormed out of the room, leaving Gojo alone in the echoing silence. The weight of the argument settled on both of your shoulders, the once vibrant connection now strained and fragile.

The aftermath of the heated exchange left a bitter taste in your mouth, and only time would tell whether your relationship could cross these hurdles or if it would crumble under the weight of unspoken words.

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Days passed since the explosive argument with Satoru Gojo. The silence between you two hung heavy and the tension was a constant presence in the air.

It became a silent game of avoidance, with both of you trying to find solace in the absence of each other. However, as time went on, the longing for resolution grew, and the desire to fix what was broken became too strong to ignore.

One evening, the realization hit you like a ton of bricks - you couldn't let the argument be the end of everything you'd built with Satoru. With a heavy sigh, you decided to take the first step towards reconciliation. As you approached your shared room, your heart raced with a mix of nervousness and determination.

You knocked on the door, and after a moment of tense silence, Gojo opened it. His eyes met yours, revealing a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. Without saying a word, you stepped inside, and he closed the door behind you.

The room felt charged with unspoken emotions as you both stood there, unable to look directly at each other. Finally, you broke the silence, your voice quiet but resolute. "We can't keep avoiding this, Satoru."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know, okay? But what do you want from me?"

"I want us to talk. Really talk. Without the yelling and the accusations," you replied, your gaze meeting his. "I miss us, Satoru. I miss the connection we used to have."

He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, me too."

You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. "I know we both said things we didn't mean. I just… I want to understand you better, and I want you to understand me. Can we try to find a middle ground?"

Gojo sighed again, the weight of the situation evident in his eyes. "I don't want to lose you, you know? But sometimes I feel like you're pushing me away."

The vulnerability in his voice struck a chord within you. "I'm not trying to push you away. I just need you to listen, really listen, and not just assume you know what's best for me."

There was a moment of silence, and then Gojo nodded. "I can do that. I want to do that."

The air in the room shifted as you both acknowledged the need for change. It was a small step, but a significant one. You spent the next hours talking, opening up about your fears, frustrations, and desires. Slowly, the walls that had built up during the argument began to crumble.

As the night wore on, the conversation shifted from the heavy weight of the argument to the lighter, more tender aspects of your relationship. Laughter replaced the tension, and the genuine connection you'd feared lost began to resurface.

By the time you both decided to call it a night, there was a newfound understanding between you. A mere argument can't demolish the bond that was built from years of knowing each other.

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A Dad's Promise

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Gojo meets his baby for the first time Masterlist

The air in the hospital room was filled with a mixture of anticipation and nerves as Gojo Satoru paced back and forth outside the door. His heart raced with a flurry of emotions as he awaited news from the doctor. He couldn't wait to meet his newborn child, but at the same time, the weight of responsibility settled heavily on his shoulders.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door opened, and a nurse stepped out, a warm smile gracing her features. "Congratulations, Gojo-san. You have a healthy baby girl."

Relief washed over him as he entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to you, his beloved partner, who was cradling their precious bundle in her arms. Your tired but radiant smile made his heart skip a beat.

"Hey love," you greeted softly, your voice filled with warmth and love. "Meet our little miracle."

Gojo approached the bed slowly, his gaze fixed on the tiny bundle wrapped in a soft pink blanket. His breath caught in his throat as he beheld the sight of his daughter for the first time. She was so small, so fragile, yet he could feel an overwhelming surge of protectiveness welling up inside him.

Carefully, he reached out to stroke her cheek with a gentle finger, marveling at the softness of her skin. His heart swelled with an indescribable sense of awe and joy as he realized that this tiny being was a part of him, a part of the two of you.

"She's beautiful," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

You smiled up at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears. "She's perfect."

Gojo leaned down to press a tender kiss to your forehead before turning his attention back to their daughter. "Hey there, little one," he murmured, his voice tender as he gazed into her wide, innocent eyes. "I'm your daddy."

As if in response, the baby let out a small whimper, her tiny fingers curling around his own. It was a moment of pure magic, one that Gojo knew he would treasure for the rest of his life.

"I promise to always protect you," he vowed, his voice filled with determination. "No matter what challenges come our way, I'll be there for you. You and your mom mean everything to me, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his heartfelt words, feeling the weight of his promise settle over you like a warm embrace. In that moment, you knew without a doubt that your little family was bound together by an unbreakable bond of love.

"Thank you, Darling," you whispered, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "For everything."

He smiled down at you, his heart overflowing with love. "I love you," he said simply, his words carrying the weight of a thousand promises.

And as he looked down at his precious daughter, Gojo knew that no matter what the future held, as long as he had his family by his side, he would always find the strength to overcome any obstacle.

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3:27

The door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit room where you lay peacefully asleep. Gojo Satoru, tired from his latest mission, couldn't help but smile at the sight of you curled up in his uniform. Just the thought of you missing him as much as he missed you was enough to make his heart full. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated your peaceful face, making you look absolutely ethereal.

As he approached the bed, Gojo couldn't resist the urge to trace a gentle finger along your cheek, smiling at the serene expression that graced your features. The room was filled with a tranquil ambiance, and the rhythmic sounds of your breathing made the atmosphere seem so peaceful.

Carefully, he removed his coat and socks, setting them aside as he observed you in his uniform. The oversized shirt draped over your frame, the sleeves slightly too long, giving you a cozy and endearing look. Gojo couldn't help but feel a surge of affection, realizing how much he had missed you during his time away.

Quietly, he slid into bed beside you, careful not to disturb your peaceful slumber. The warmth of the sheets enveloped him as he gazed at you, admiring the way his uniform clung to your form. His fingers delicately tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, reveling in the tender moment.

As the minutes passed, Gojo couldn't shake off the fatigue from his mission, but being with you brought an unparalleled sense of comfort. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering, "Missed you, sweetheart," before succumbing to the exhaustion that clung to him.

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Run Away

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 653 Synopsis: Your daughter wants to run away from home Masterlist

In the Gojo household, chaos was just another member of the family. Amidst the battles and the trials, there was a slice of normalcy: your child.

Little Yuki was the light of your life. She looked like the carbon copy of Gojo, but somehow inherited your calmer personality. Like any child of her age, she had her moments of defiance. And today was one of those days.

"Mommy, Daddy!" Yuki's voice pierced through the silence of the household like a tiny arrow. You and Gojo exchanged a glance, accustomed to such interruptions.

"What's up, kiddo?" Gojo asked, a grin already spreading across his face.

"I want ice cream for dinner!" Yuki declared, crossing her arms over her chest, her pout matching her father's all too well.

You exchanged a look with your husband, silently communicating that it was a battle neither of you were going to win. "Sorry, sweetheart," you began, "but ice cream isn't really a dinner food."

Yuki's face fell, her disappointment evident. But instead of the expected protest, she surprised you both with a declaration. "Well, if I can't have ice cream for dinner, then I'm running away!"

Gojo's laughter echoed through the room, and you couldn't help but chuckle at your daughter's dramatics. "Running away, huh? Where to?" he teased, kneeling down to her eye level.

Yuki's tiny brows furrowed in concentration as she pondered her escape plan. "To the park! I'll live on the swings and under the huge elephant slide!"

You exchanged another glance with Gojo, both of you struggling to contain your laughter. "Well, we'll miss you, little adventurer," you said, trying to keep a straight face. "But don't forget to pack your teddy bear!"

Yuki's resolve wavered for a moment as she considered the logistics of bringing her favorite plush companion on her great journey. "Okay!" she exclaimed, dashing off to her room to fetch her teddy.

As she disappeared down the hallway, Gojo turned to you with a amusement in his eyes. "Should we let her go through with it?"

You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. "Of course not. But let's play along for a bit. It'll be good for a laugh."

Agreeing to the plan, you and Gojo followed Yuki to her room, where she was diligently stuffing her teddy bear into a tiny backpack. "All packed and ready to go?" Gojo asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Yuki nodded solemnly, her expression a mix of determination and excitement. "Yep! I'm gonna live at the park forever and ever! And I'll have a lot of fun!"

As she made her way towards the front door, backpack bouncing with each step, you exchanged a knowing look with Gojo. This was going to be one for the family scrapbook.

With exaggerated solemnity, you and Gojo followed Yuki out the door, watching as she marched purposefully down the sidewalk, her tiny frame filled with determination.

But as she reached the end of the block, her resolve began to waver. The park seemed much farther away than she had anticipated, and the weight of her decision started to sink in.

You and Gojo watched from a distance, hidden behind a tree, as Yuki paused at the corner, her bottom lip trembling ever so slightly.

"I don't think I want to run away anymore," she finally admitted, her voice barely audible from your vantage point.

With a silent nod, you and Gojo emerged from your hiding spot, unable to contain your laughter any longer. Yuki's face lit up at the sight of you both, her momentary distress forgotten.

"I'm sorry for trying to run away," she said, her eyes brimming with tears.

Gojo scooped her up into his arms, planting a kiss on her forehead. "It's okay, sweetheart. We know you were just upset. But next time you want something, just ask nicely, okay?"

Yuki nodded, her tears replaced with a wide smile. "Okay, Daddy."

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Cravings

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 474 Synopsis: Gojo rates your pregnancy cravings Masterlist

Gojo Satoru, the man who claims to have seen everything, was about to embark on the most mysterious and thrilling adventure of his life: experiencing his partner's pregnancy cravings. As he sat beside you, observing your every move with amusement in his eyes, he couldn't help but wonder what odd concoction you would come up with next.

"Darling, I'm hungry," you declared, your eyes gleaming with excitement as you waddled into the kitchen, your baby bump leading the way.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "What's on the menu today, my dear?"

You grinned mischievously. "Prepare yourself, because this one's a doozy." With a flourish, you presented your creation: pickles dipped in chocolate syrup, sprinkled with crushed potato chips.

Gojo's eyes widened in disbelief, but being the supportive partner he was, he decided to give it a try. Gingerly picking up one of the peculiar snacks, he took a bite, his expression morphing into one of surprise.

"Hmm," he mused, chewing thoughtfully. "Interesting combination. The sweet and salty flavors complement each other surprisingly well. I'd give it a solid 7 out of 10."

You laughed, delighted by his willingness to indulge in your cravings. "Not bad, but I think we can do better."

And so, the culinary adventure continued, with Gojo eagerly tasting each strange concoction you concocted. From ice cream topped with hot sauce to peanut butter and pickle sandwiches, no craving was too bizarre for the two of you to tackle together.

As the days passed and your due date drew nearer, Gojo found himself looking forward to your cravings with a mix of anticipation and amusement. He never knew what strange combination you would come up with next, but he was always ready to dive in headfirst and give it a try.

One evening, as you sat together on the couch, Gojo felt a sudden pang of hunger. "I think it's my turn to come up with a craving," he declared, eyes twinkling.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Alright, Satoru, hit me with your best shot."

With a flourish, Gojo disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you in suspense. After a few moments, he returned, carrying a plate piled high with… ramen noodles topped with whipped cream and gummy bears.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight. "Baby, what on earth is that?"

He grinned, setting the plate down in front of you. "I call it… the Gojo Special. Trust me, it's delicious."

With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, you took a bite, expecting the worst. To your surprise, the combination of savory noodles, sweet whipped cream, and chewy gummy bears was strangely satisfying.

"Well, I'll be damned," you exclaimed, taking another bite. "This is actually pretty good!"

Gojo beamed with pride, his eyes sparkling with delight. "See? I told you I had a knack for this."

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7:25

You sat in Gojo's spacious apartment, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. The dim lights created a warm and intimate atmosphere, but your mind was clouded with insecurities. You couldn't shake the feeling that someone as powerful, confident, and attractive as Gojo Satoru could easily find someone better than you.

Gojo was quick to notice your unease and, with his perceptive eyes, couldn't help but sense the shift in your mood. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, looking at you with concern. "Hey, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine care.

You hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I don't know, Satoru. I just can't help but think… I mean, you're so amazing, and there are probably a lot of people out there who are more worthy of you. I feel like you deserve someone better than me."

Gojo leaned back, studying your face. His expression softened as he let out a small sigh. "You know, I hate it when you doubt yourself like that. You're special to me, and it's not because of some arbitrary checklist. It's because of who you are, and I wouldn't want anyone else."

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of emotions. "But Gojo, you're the Gojo Satoru. You're strong, confident, and everyone looks up to you. I just feel like I'm not on the same level as you."

He tilted his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. "You're right; I am pretty awesome. But that doesn't mean I'm looking for someone on my 'level.' I want someone who complements me, challenges me, and makes me a better person. And that someone is you."

He took your hands in his, the warmth of his touch grounding you. "I don't care about some imaginary 'better' person. I care about you and what we have. Your uniqueness, your quirks, everything about you— that's what makes you the one I want."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. Gojo's reassurance was exactly what you needed. He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "Stop doubting yourself, alright? You're the one I choose, and that's not changing anytime soon."

With those words, Gojo pulled you into a comforting embrace, letting you feel the strength and warmth of his presence. As you melted into his arms, your insecurities began to fade away, replaced by a newfound sense of confidence and security in the love you shared.

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Geto's Warning

Dad!Geto x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 545 Synopsis: Geto's daughter wants to marry uncle Gojo Gojo version Masterlist

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through the windows of the Geto household. You lounged on the couch with your husband, Geto who was engrossed in a book. Suddenly, the peace was shattered by the energetic entrance of your daughter, Hana.

"Mom, Dad, guess what!" she exclaimed, her eyes alight with excitement.

You glanced up from your phone, while Geto marked his page, both curious about the source of her enthusiasm. You exchanged puzzled glances before Geto spoke up, raising an eyebrow, "Alright, spill it, Hana. What's this life-altering decision you've made at the tender age of six?"

With a gleeful grin and an unmatched enthusiasm, Hana declared, "I've decided I'm going to marry Uncle Gojo!"

You nearly choked on your own breath, and Geto's eyebrows shot up in surprise. After a moment of stunned silence, Suguru recovered first, his face displaying a mix of bewilderment and skepticism. He cleared his throat, trying to process her declaration.

"Uncle Gojo?" he repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief, "Why Uncle Gojo, of all people?"

Hana nodded vigorously, her determination unwavering, "Because he lets me do everything! He's the best and the coolest!"

You couldn't help but chuckle at her reasoning, but Geto remained skeptical. "Hana, marrying someone just because they let you do everything might not be the best foundation for a relationship. And sweetheart, marriage is a big decision."

He paused for a moment before continuing "Are you sure Uncle Gojo is the right choice?"

Hana crossed her tiny arms and nodded again, her conviction unshaken. "Yes, Dad! He's super fun! He lets me eat candy for dinner!"

Geto's expression softened, and he exchanged a knowing glance with you before turning back to Hana. "Well, Hana, marriage isn't just about fun. It's about finding someone who cares for you deeply and respects you."

"Uncle Gojo does care about me! He said I could be the president of the Gojo fan club! And he gave me a Hello Kitty bandaid when I fell at the park daddy" She retorted.

Your husband glanced at you, trying to hold back a smile. "Well, that's quite the selling point," he conceded, "But you should also be careful. Uncle Gojo is... a unique character."

Hana tilted her head, "What do you mean, Dad?"

Geto leaned in, his expression turning serious, "Sweetheart, Uncle Gojo might seem fun and carefree, but remember, always stay alert around weird people. And he's probably the weirdest of them all."

You burst into laughter, earning a disapproving look from Geto, who continued to warn Hana about the eccentricities of her chosen future uncle.

Hana tilted her head, intrigued. "What do you mean, Dad?"

Geto leaned in conspiratorially, his tone serious. "Well, sweetheart, Uncle Gojo is a bit... eccentric. You never know what he might do next."

You couldn't help but interject, trying to lighten the mood, "Remember that time he tried to juggle watermelons?"

Hana burst into laughter, picturing the absurd scene in her mind. "Yeah, and then he accidentally dropped one on his foot!"

Geto chuckled, shaking his head. "Exactly. So, while Uncle Gojo may seem like a fun choice now, just remember to stay alert around weird people like him."

Hana nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Okay, Dad. I'll keep that in mind."

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Fashion Icon

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 504 Synopsis: Gojo's baby has to be a fashion icon Masterlist

It was a sunny afternoon when Gojo Satoru, your husband, decided to take your baby out for a stroll. As he strapped the little bundle of joy into the stroller, he couldn't help but envision his child as a miniature fashion icon.

"Alright, little one, let's show the world what style truly means," Gojo declared with a wink, earning a gurgle of approval from the baby.

With his sunglasses perched on his nose and his hair flowing in the breeze, Gojo strutted down the street with the stroller, drawing curious glances from passersby.

As the duo wandered, Gojo's attention was caught by a trendy baby boutique, its windows adorned with the latest in infant fashion. Unable to resist the allure, he veered off course and entered the store, much to the confusion of the sales clerk.

"Welcome! How can I help you today?" the clerk chirped, eyeing the man's eccentric attire and the bemused baby in the stroller.

Gojo's eyes gleamed with excitement as he surveyed the racks of miniature clothing and accessories. "I'm here to upgrade my baby's wardrobe," he announced proudly, causing the clerk to raise an eyebrow.

Undeterred, Gojo dove into the aisles, plucking out tiny onesies, stylish boots, and even a miniature fedora. With each selection, he imagined the baby strutting their stuff with confidence, just like their stylish father.

After what seemed like an eternity of browsing, Gojo returned to the stroller, laden with bags of baby fashion treasures. He carefully arranged the purchases around the bemused infant, who seemed more interested in chewing on their own fingers.

As they exited the store, Gojo couldn't contain his excitement. "Isn't this amazing, little one? You're going to be the most fashionable baby in town!"

Back home, you greeted the duo with a mix of amusement and bewilderment. "What on earth happened? Why do we suddenly have enough baby clothes to outfit a small army?"

Gojo flashed his trademark grin, his sunglasses gleaming. "Well, you see, darling, our child simply cannot be seen in anything less than the finest threads. Fashion is a way of life, even for the tiniest among us!"

You couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm, shaking your head in disbelief. "I suppose our baby will thank you for their impeccable style sense one day."

In the days that followed, Gojo's fashion obsession reached new heights as he eagerly dressed the baby in each new ensemble, staging impromptu photoshoots and posting them to social media with the hashtag #BabyFashionista.

Despite your initial skepticism, you couldn't deny the joy that radiated from Gojo whenever he admired the baby's stylish outfits. And as the months passed, you found yourself joining in on the fun, eagerly browsing for the latest trends in infant fashion.

As the baby grew older, they developed their own unique sense of style, much to Gojo's delight. Whether it was a tiny pair of sunglasses perched on their nose or a miniature trench coat draped over their shoulders, they exuded confidence and charm wherever they went.

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Kitchen Catastrophe

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 425 Synopsis: Gojo isn't the best cook, but he tries. Masterlist

It was a quiet evening at the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. You had just returned from a particularly grueling mission and went to Principal Yaga to give updates. All you wanted to do was relax after going home. Little did you know, Gojo had a surprise in store for you.

As you entered your shared apartment, the scent of something burning hit your nose like a curse gone wrong. You followed the trail of smoke into the kitchen, where you found Gojo wearing an apron that had a rather enthusiastic depiction of panda bears.

"Welcome home, my dear!" Gojo greeted you with a wide grin, despite the cloud of smoke surrounding him.

"Baby, what on earth is happening here?" you asked, trying not to cough from the thick air.

"I thought I'd make you a special meal to celebrate your successful mission!" Gojo proudly announced, gesturing to the kitchen disaster unfolding before you.

You surveyed the wreckage—pots blackened beyond recognition, vegetables scattered like cursed spirits fleeing from Gojo's cooking skills, and a smoke alarm wailing in the background.

"Special is one way to describe it," you mumbled under your breath.

Undeterred, Gojo presented a plate with what appeared to be a charred lump of something. "Voila! My masterpiece!"

You squinted at the unidentifiable object on the plate. "Satoru, is this supposed to be... curry?"

He nodded proudly, "I tried to add a personal touch by channeling my innate charisma into the spices." he sighed dramatically. "Turns out, charisma isn't a suitable replacement for cooking skills."

You chuckled, realizing that Gojo's culinary adventure had transformed your kitchen into a battlefield. "Well, I appreciate the effort, love. Let's just order takeout, okay?"

But Gojo wasn't one to back down easily. "No, no, no! I'm not giving up that easily. I'll make it up to you. Just wait here."

You watched as Gojo attempted to salvage the situation, but with each passing moment, it seemed like the kitchen was swallowing him whole. The smoke intensified, and you could hear the distant sound of a fire extinguisher being activated.

"Alright, maybe takeout is a better idea," Gojo admitted, emerging from the smoke with a sheepish grin.

As you both settled down with a much safer meal from your favorite restaurant, Gojo couldn't help but laugh at his own misadventure. "I guess I'll stick to being a badass sorcerer instead of a chef."

You raised an eyebrow. You wondered what your state of mind would be when you go to clean up the kitchen, but that can wait.

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Impressionner

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 299 Synopsis: Gojo tries to impress you (and fails) Masterlist

It was a sunny day at the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical High School, and you were spending some quality time with your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo. Obviously, as one of the strongest and most charismatic jujutsu sorcerers, Gojo was known for his confidence and charm. Today, however, he seemed determined to impress you even more.

"Hey, babe, watch this!" Gojo declared with with eyes full of mischief. He gestured for you to follow him as he led you to an open area within the school grounds.

Curious, you followed him, wondering what kind of spectacle he had in mind. Gojo confidently walked a few paces away from you, then suddenly turned around, attempting a flashy spin. However, his foot caught on a loose stone, causing him to stumble and nearly fall.

You couldn't help but giggle at his failed attempt. "Smooth, baby. Very smooth."

He grinned, trying to play it off. "Just getting started, my darling. Watch this!" With newfound determination, he decided to showcase his impressive jujutsu skills. As he summoned a series of dazzling, colorful cursed techniques, you couldn't deny the beauty of his abilities. But then, in the midst of his grand display, he accidentally bumped into a tree, disrupting his concentration and interrupting the flow of his techniques.

You chuckled again, shaking your head. "Nice one, love. Maybe stick to the basics?"

He winked, undeterred. "Alright, let me show you my incredible acrobatic skills!" With that, he attempted a daring backflip, only to land clumsily on his back.

You burst into laughter, unable to contain it any longer. "Oh, Gojo, you're a fantastic jujutsu sorcerer, but acrobatics might not be your strong suit."

He laughed along with you, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "I guess I should stick to what I know best, huh?"

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Grammy

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 336 Synopsis: Gojo thinks he deserves a grammy Masterlist

It was a rather quiet night at your shared apartment. You and Gojo Satoru had been dating for a while, and life was usually peaceful, except for one small, noisy exception. Gojo had discovered a hidden talent - or so he claimed.

Tonight, you were nestled in your bed, enjoying the blissful embrace of sleep. The room was dark, and the tranquility of the night surrounded you. Just as you started to drift into a deep slumber, a familiar, off-tune voice pierced the silence.

"Baby, baby, baby, ohhh!" Gojo crooned loudly, his voice cracking on the high notes. You groaned, burying your face in your pillow, desperately trying to block out the sound.

"Satoru, seriously?" you mumbled into the pillow, irritated by the interruption.

Undeterred, Gojo continued his vocal assault. "I'm the next big sensation, sweetheart! Move over, pop stars, THE Satoru Gojo is in the house!"

You threw a pillow in his direction, hitting him square in the face. "If you don't shut up, I swear I'll use my cursed technique on you!"

Gojo dramatically caught the pillow mid-air, holding it against his chest. "Ah, my adoring fans just can't get enough of my talent. Maybe I should start selling tickets to my nightly concerts."

Rolling your eyes, you sat up in bed, glaring at your eccentric boyfriend. "You're not talented; you're torturing me."

Gojo struck a pose, placing a hand over his heart. "Ah, but my dear, this is an art form. A masterpiece in the making. I'm like a phoenix rising from the ashes of musical obscurity."

You couldn't help but snicker at his theatrics. "More like a banshee screeching in the night."

He pouted playfully. "I'll have you know that my off-key singing is a rare and precious gem. I should win a Grammy for this. Move over, Adele! Scoot away, Beyonce!"

You shook your head, trying to stifle a laugh. "You're delusional, babe."

He winked at you, striking another pose. "Delusional or not, I've found my hidden talent. Grammy, here I come!"

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Old man

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 313 Synopsis: A child calls Gojo 'old man' Masterlist

As Gojo and you embarked on your long-awaited date, the air buzzed with anticipation and the promise of a memorable evening. Hand in hand, you strolled through the streets, relishing the chance to spend quality time together away from the chaos of battles and cursed spirits.

Midway through your leisurely walk, a sudden cry pierced the calm atmosphere, drawing your attention to a frantic scene unfolding nearby. A small child, with tears streaming down her cheeks, struggled to retrieve her lost balloon from the clutches of a mischievous gust of wind.

Without a second thought, Gojo sprang into action, his swagger undiminished even in the face of a minor crisis. As he reached out to snatch the errant balloon from the air, his soft white locks billowing in the breeze, the child's innocent voice rang out.

"Thanks, old man!" she chirped, oblivious to the repercussions of her words.

You couldn't contain the eruption of laughter that bubbled forth from deep within you, a mixture of delight and disbelief at the unexpected turn of events. Gojo, momentarily caught off guard by the child's unwitting insult, shot you a bemused glance before regaining his composure.

With a wink and a grin, he turned to face you, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Seems like I've acquired a new title, huh?" he remarked, his tone laced with playful indulgence.

From that moment on, the evening took on a lighthearted tone, punctuated by playful teasing and affectionate banter. Every time Gojo attempted to strike a heroic pose or impress you with his charm, you couldn't resist ribbing him with the nickname bestowed upon him by the unwitting child.

"Watch out, old man, don't overexert yourself," you teased, as you savored the rare opportunity to see the renowned sorcerer in such a vulnerable light.

Gojo pouted, very well aware of the fact that you were not letting this go.

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Zoo Day

Nanami x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 402 Synopsis: Nanami visits a zoo in Australia Masterlist

It was a sunny day in Australia, and you and Nanami decided to spend the day at the zoo. The air was filled with excitement as you strolled through the entrance hand in hand. Nanami, although usually composed, couldn't hide his curiosity about the unique Australian wildlife.

As you approached the capybara enclosure, Nanami's eyes widened with fascination. "What curious creatures," he remarked, watching the large rodents lazing around in the sun.

You grinned, "They're capybaras, baby. Cute, right? They're known for being chill and social animals. Wanna give it a shot?" You led him towards the enclosure, and Nanami cautiously extended his hand. To everyone's surprise, a capybara waddled over and nuzzled against his fingers. Nanami couldn't help but crack a small smile.

"They seem to have a liking for you, love," you teased, earning a chuckle from the the taller man.

The next stop was the kangaroo area. As you approached, a kangaroo hopped over, seemingly eager to greet you. Nanami observed the marsupial with a mix of awe and curiosity.

"They have such powerful hind legs," Nanami commented, watching the kangaroo effortlessly hop around. Suddenly, one kangaroo hopped over and started sniffing at Nanami's shoes. He raised an eyebrow as the kangaroo seemed genuinely interested in his footwear.

You couldn't help but laugh, "Looks like you've made a new friend, Kento. Maybe it's a fan of your sense of style!"

Nanami deadpanned, "I didn't realize kangaroos had a thing for fashion."

As you continued exploring, you stumbled upon a group of lorikeets, colorful parrots known for their playful antics. Nanami held out his hand, and one bold lorikeet decided to land on his shoulder, causing him to freeze.

"Another friend huh? Looks like you've acquired a feathery companion," you chuckled, clearly amused.

Nanami sighed, "I suppose this is the price of being inquisitive." The lorikeet, however, seemed content and continued to preen its feathers on his shoulder, much to the amusement of onlookers.

The day at the Australian zoo was filled with comical moments and newfound discoveries for Nanami. As the two of you left the zoo hand in hand, Nanami couldn't help but admit, "I never thought a day at the zoo would be so entertaining. Perhaps we should consider coming to such places more often."

You smiled, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Nanami. Who knew capybaras, kangaroos, and lorikeets could bring out the lighter side of you?"

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Birds and Bees?

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 249 Synopsis: How are babies made? You hug! Masterlist

Little Haru looked up at his parents with wide eyes, his curiosity piqued by a question that had been buzzing in his mind for days. "Mommy, Daddy, how are babies made?"

Gojo and you exchanged a quick glance, both caught off guard by the innocent yet profound question. You cleared your throat, trying to find the right words to explain in a child-friendly manner. "Well, honey, when two people love each other very much—"

Gojo interrupted, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "We hug and have babies, simple as that!"

You shot him a look, trying not to laugh at his oversimplified explanation. "It's a bit more complicated than just hugging, sweetheart. There's also... um, well..."

But Little Haru's eyes lit up with excitement, his face beaming. "So, if you hug.... Can I see you hug?"

Gojo's grin widened, clearly enjoying the opportunity to tease you. "Of course, champ! Let's demonstrate!"

Before you could protest, Little Haru ran towards you both, urging you to hug. With a sigh, you complied, wrapping your arms around Gojo. As you did, your son squeezed in between, sandwiching himself in the hug.

"See, kiddo? That's how you do it!" Gojo exclaimed, winking at you as he pulled away from the hug.

Haru nodded, looking thoroughly satisfied with the demonstration. "Okay, now where's the baby?"

You and Gojo exchanged a bewildered glance, both realizing the unintended consequence of your explanation. Trying to contain your laughter, you explained, "Well, sweetheart, it's not quite that instant. It takes some time."

He pondered for a moment with his little hands on his chin before his face lit up with excitement again. "So, more hugs mean more babies?"

Gojo chuckled, ruffling his son's hair affectionately. "Sure, let's go with that for now."