Okay i know i made a Tortured Poets Departement x JJK post already but hear me out, let me make my case!
Thesis Statement: I Can Do It With A Broken Heart is Gojo-coded.
My Proof:
I can show you lies
'Cause I'm a real tough kid
I can handle my shit
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it"
And I did
Lights, camera, bitch, smile
Even when you wanna die
This is pretty much just Gojo in general, like pretending to be this upbeat, fun-loving (low-key a menace) guy when in actuality he's so traumatised and needs help because he's lonely too.
He said he'd love me for all time
But that time was quite short
Breaking down, I hit the floor
All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting "More!"
Obviously, this would be Gojo after the KFC breakup, like "that time was too short?" because Gojo really did think they had the rest of their lives to be together?! (excuse me while I sob on the floor.)
I was grinning like I'm winning
I was hitting my marks
'Cause I can do it with a broken heart
I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day
I imagine ''I was hitting my marks" being him finally being able to keep on his infinity all the time, and him officially becoming the strongest etc. also he just pretends to be this upbeat guy in front of everyone.
You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart
You know you're good
And I'm good
'Cause I'm miserable!
And nobody even knows!
Try and come for my job
"And I'm good, 'cause I'm miserable and nobody even knows!" Excuse me is this not everyone calling Gojo an idiot/annoying (which he pretends to be most of the time) while he's actually suffering, e.g. he was crying at the end of the Hidden Inventory Arc when Megumi, Yuuji and Nobara go to his office
───MAGE
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okay okay okay but guys song fic idea hear me out:
Taylor Swift's I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) with Toji Fushiguro where reader is like a mother figure to Megumi and dating Toji, and the entire time people are like "He's gonna screw this up" or "Something bad's gonna happen" ("Saying, "God help her" when I tell 'em he's my man) but the reader doesn't listen and just tells them she knows Toji well enough to know it won't happen.
But then somthing happens and they suddenly need a lot of money so Toji tries to earn money by gambling at first and then Shiu approaches him for the star plasma vessel job but he doesn't tell the reader about it because—insert reason—and when he doesn't return she thinks he's left her ("WOAH - maybe I can't.")
Idk man, i'm starved for mamaguro!reader x Toji okayy. i need some fics for this man cause all I can find is smut, which is fine and all but there's so much potential.
───MAGE
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[ ʏᴜᴛᴀ ᴏᴋᴋᴏᴛꜱᴜ ] ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ ʙᴏʏ
summary: yuta is jealous of his replacement—your stuffed animal
cw: fluff, established relationship, comical jealousy
note: i had to write something for my fav anxious boy
word count: 652
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YUTA OKKOTSU NEVER HAD ANYTHING AGAINST DINOSAURS UNTIL TODAY.
Sure, they were cool in the weird way you would find deep sea creatures cool, but he didn't have a particularly strong opinion about them.
Until today.
In all honesty, it's a trap of his own making. He was the one that had won you that plushie at the night festival after all, but that didn't make it any less annoying.
Yuta had come back from his latest way-too-long way-too-far overseas mission and had been dead tired. So, when you suggested to simply cuddle as he caught up to some much-needed rest, the black-haired boy happily agreed.
Except he was wide awake right now, and all your attention and affection seemed to be directed towards the dark green dinosaur plushie in your arms instead of him.
The two of you were about as physically close as you could get—your back against his chest, legs tangled together, and his face buried in the crook of your neck, with one arm lazily thrown over your waist.
And it still wasn't enough.
You were leisurely scrolling through your phone, the sound muted to make sure it didn't disturb Yuta (a nice sentiment even if he wasn't actually sleeping), and your free arm wrapped around the stuffed animal.
You'd grown pretty fond of it, jokingly naming him Yuta Jr. with the thought that he was supposed to be your boyfriend's replacement as he went on overseas missions that he got assigned more often than either of you liked.
Yuta knew this. In fact, he'd laughed as he felt his ears go red when you'd hugged the animal to your chest and claimed it was your child.
He'd seen the dinosaur in the background of your many, many video calls and selfies.
Back then he thought it was endearing. Back then he was happy that you kept something that reminded you of him so close.
Now he just wanted to chuck the thing across the room.
Maybe even throw it away if he could formulate a plan where you didn't notice its absence.
Now, Yuta isn't stupid, he knows that being jealous of a stuffed animal of all things is childish but that logic doesn't seem to quell the annoyed feeling in his chest.
He's been trying to find a way to get rid of the damned thing for twenty minutes.
Yes, he has been pretending to sleep for twenty minutes now. It's pathetic—he's all too well aware of the fact—but it just gives him even more reason to be discreet about his jealousy.
How was he supposed to look you in the eye and tell you he was jealous of a stuffed animal (that he'd won for you) when the two of you had spent months apart without concern?
Eventually, he just lifts his head, midnight black locks brushing against your face. "What're you watching?"
You turn slightly, placing a quick peck on his cheek. "Tik Tok," You reply plainly, "You done sleeping?"
Yuta lets out a soft hum, burying his face in the crook of your neck again, this time to place soft kisses on the sensitive skin.
You let out a quiet giggle at the feeling, turning a little towards him. The boy grins against your skin, turning you until you're completely under him.
He grins at his small victory, prying the plushie out of your arms and letting his entire body weight on top of you.
You laugh at the way the tiny dinosaur goes flying across your dorm.
"Much better," Yuta mumbles, burying his face in your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist.
You raise a brow at the slightly annoyed tone in your boyfriend's voice, an amused smile making its way onto your face.
"Yuta?" You only get a hum in response, "Were you jealous of the plushie?"
A beat of silence. "No..."
Another small silence, then a sigh. "...Yes."
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