#gojo crying

[gojoshooter]

You've Got it From Here — Gojo

Pairing : unsealed!gojo x dead!nanami

A/N : a (better) reaction by gojo after he learns about nanami’s death cause this shit was keepin me up :D

WARNINGS : crying, manga spoilers

dead!nanami wasn't the first thing gojo looks for after being released from prison realm

unsealed!gojo would look around, sure, his eyes searching for the grumpy-looking young man in his weird signature glasses

unsealed!gojo would then give up his little search, attention back on his students that approach him timidly after his release

unsealed!gojo who one day at shoko's after getting his treatment brings up about not seeing nanami, and watches shoko put a face she uses to tell about a patient’s demise

“...i’m surprised no one told you about his death yet, satoru. take it easy though.”

unsealed!gojo who pauses, frowns... he knows either this had to be some kind of insensitive joke. that, or shoko has lost it after the shibuya incident

unsealed!gojo feeling that tiny hint of panic kicking deep in his guts, it was like your mom telling you she removed your bed from your bedroom... sounded that silly

unsealed!gojo who sees no signs of mockery, watches ichiji’s guilty sad eyes that seemed too real to be the part of a silly joke, & he nods

unsealed!gojo who feels like struggling to swallow a still beating heart, trying so hard not let his emotions take over... to accept it, let it go, fucking let it go & not phase him

unsealed!gojo who doesn't know why the idea of nanami's death would effect him to this level because.... he was just a junior from highschool, right?

dead!nanami who wasn't just his junior but the only person gojo had besides shoko, & understood gojo's need of being extra clingy as a coping mechanism after geto's death... he never questioned or complained

dead!nanami who gojo believed to never fail any task, like a child who believes in their superhero... he was a perfect man in his eyes

unsealed!gojo who tries not to break down at the thought of his junior on the brink of death, gojo knows he was the type to die with a proud smile, maybe daydreaming about things he cherished and things he wanted to do before dying one unfortunate day

dead!nanami 's death that truly registers in his mind when he stops in his way to his dead friend's dorm, realizing nanami can't comfort him about his own death

unsealed!gojo who develops some new habits, like closing the door of his room to take out old photo albums or his sns to look up old posts and tweets, chuckling to himself at how sulky & peevish was his highschool friend

unsealed!gojo who doesn't realize when water brims his eyes watching all the photos from the past, as all he could feel was his jaw hurting because he couldn't stop smiling looking back at the memories

unsealed!gojo wouldn't even wipe the tears off his face, trying not to acknowledge them because of his silly little belief that nanami would just come back if he wouldn't accept his death...

A/N: fin! this was for sweet lil @nanamikentoseyebags who asked me to make a hc about it, there u go <33

Tags: @luckimoon @pretty-toru @robynnnhooddd

[krizmaaaaaa]

Limitless Longing

Gojo x reader

Warnings: Spoilers for season 2 kinda,gojo crying

Word count: 507

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Geto had made his decision and there was no changing it.

Satoru tried and failed .

The more he thought about it the worse he felt.

How could he have been so blind,how could the only other sorcerer to even come close to his level dismiss the very pillars the world of jujutsu was built on.How could his best friend,his one and only become the man he saw today.

By the time he made it back to campus it was already past midnight.

The street lamps flickered while filling the air with a monotone hum .The neighbourhood dogs would howl while the crickets would chirp .The bar right outside the school was filled with drunk office workers on their last leg of bar hopping ready to go home and enjoy their weekend.

The air was loud but he couldn't hear a single thing

His eyes dilated and his breathing unstable.He was shaking, barely able to walk straight.When he walked through the gates he almost missed your figure standing on the porch.

You were ….calm,collected;the complete opposite of him.

Sure you weren't as close to Geto as he was ( though you doubt anyone could be that close)

But really You couldn't understand his pain

Afterall you weren't the strongest

No matter how much you trained,no matter who you fought,no matter what you did.You would never be the strongest…not while someone like him exists Your can't understand his pain but you'll still stay with him

So you open your arms and look at him steadfast and solid as if to say that you're with him.No words leave your mouth he doesn't say anything either …but he understands

So he hugs you

And you hug him

His arms drowned you

Despite his lanky appearance Gojo is quite a large man,he always has been,when you first joined jujutsu tech and now even after your supposed growth spurt.His scent enveloped you the distinct smell of honey with hints of vanilla.He shook ever so often without a sound except his occasional sniffles.His tears stained your shirt.

His body was stiff and fleshed against yours,his jaw taught,his eyes were raw from crying,but you didn't say anything,nothing needed to be said

His breathing eventually matched yours slow and steady,his heart also beating at a more medically acceptable rate

His mind started drifting What would he do if you left him too

He'd probably cry…..

He'd definitely cry

He didn't like that thought so he pushed it back. He didn't want it to ruin his time with you now.You stayed with him for what felt like an eternity but your were sure were only a few minutes

Your legs were going numb from the midnight chill.So you suggested going inside,he said later

so you waited …..

And waited …

And waited

You'd wait an eternity for him and then some .

You couldn't understand his pain

But you'd be damned if you never tried

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[juiche]

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

[ontgerunway]

Mappa's three men and one man child

[bearhaviour]

Yearning

[kymsys]

fixing it for gege. 💔🩹

[tatakaeeren]

Gojo and Geto | Jujutsu Kaisen Ending

[dilfsfordinner]

a/n- this is how i cope with aot ending

pairing- husband gojo x wife!reader

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“Satoru, I’m back!” you called out, feet quickly slipping and kicking your shoes at the front door, arms struggling to keep the 10 grocery bags you had balanced from smashing to the floor.

“‘m sorry it took so long-” shuffling to the kitchen, you continued to talk to the open space, assuming your husband was actually listening, “-traffic was terrible. I didn’t even think it could snow this early.”

Your words trailed off into little mumbles, talking to yourself about every irritant you’d encountered in the grocery store. It was strangely quiet in the house, the usual squeals of laughter and giddy conversations gone from the common routine, the oddity oblivious to you and your focused state.

Leaning back with your hands on your hips, you sighed in relief, muscles relaxing as you took in your good work, cabinets full and refrigerator stocked, the kitchen now completely organized to perfection. Humming contentedly, the previous relief you’d felt turned awry, smile disappearing from your lips.

It was so.. quiet. Too quiet.

“..Toru.?” for the first time in the last 20 minutes, it had finally clicked that something was off. A kiss and hug weren’t given to you at the door, the tv was off, there was no nighttime bath running for Megumi. Everything was so still and silent.

Padding throughout the house, you quickly checked every room, the empty spaces throwing your brain into panic mode, all your worries coming to mind as you looked for your husband and little boy.

After your thorough search, one room remained, the door of your shared bedroom just the slightest bit ajar.

You were about to call for him again when a familiar tuft of white hair caught your eye. Pushing into the room, you took in probably one of the cutest sights you’d ever seen.

There, curled up in bed, fetal position, was your 6’6” husband, his chest slowly rising and falling with the pattern of sleep. Almost laughing at yourself for being so worried, you inched closer to your side of the bed, about to join him under the covers.

A patch of black hair stopped you this time though, little Megumi hidden in the pool of blankets that surrounded him and your lover’s bodies. Stifling an ‘aww’, you fought off the urge to film the two of them, Megumi’s little fingers clutching onto Gojo’s shirt as the two of them snored.

His tiny form was nuzzled into Gojo’s side, chubby cheeks pushed against Satoru’s ribs, drool collecting at the corner of his mouth, staining your man’s new, black sleep shirt, a fact you ignored as you imagined Gojo’s melodramatics certain to occur.

Although they acted like yin and yang, the way Gojo cradled him was so sweet, you really had to fight off the waterworks. His large hands held the little boy securely, long fingers resting on Megumi’s back and head, keeping him close, protecting him, like a real father would for his son.

Leaning down, you brushed Satoru’s hair away from his forehead, leaving a gentle kiss to his porcelain skin, then continuing to do the same to little Megs, the young boy’s breath hitching, dark eyelashes fluttering before his quiet snores started back up, fingers curling even tighter around Gojo’s sweater.

Tip-toeing to the door, you looked back one more time, the two of them nestled perfectly in a sea of blankets. “My sweet boys..” you murmured to yourself, shaking your head with a smile as you turned out of the room, clicking the door shut, leaving your two favorite people to their much needed rest filled bonding time.

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[flandelimon]

last trip

[happeecat]

i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you

[xo-romiiarts]

Moral compass

[bodega-catto]

[gojosbf]

give me back my happy alive trios they were mine first

[hinamie]

the same flame that burns you; birthed you first

p1

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

sorry for the disgusting handwriting Gojo: Yoo, guess who's back

Gojo: Oh! Just what I needed Gojo: Perfect (Let's see... Where is the next pastry shop?)

Itadori: Not even a hello?

Shoko: I'm not surprised

[peachsayshi]

imagine peeking into the living room and finding satoru on the couch with his four year old on his lap. the two of them are both staring with the same blue eyes at the television, watching an animated movie. satoru's chin is resting on his child's head, and you can see their small hands gripping their father's forearms.

it's a touching scene that's playing out on the screen, you can tell by the moving dialogue and music in the background. but you can't help but hide a smile watching your lover and child mirror the same expression.

teary, wide eyes; bottom lip tucked between their teeth; cheeks tinted in pink as they both breathe in sync.

when your baby sniffles you notice satoru squeeze them a little tighter; and it's enough to make your heart burst on the spot.