#gojo taking u sunglasses shopping when all of his literally look the same is the premise to one of my wips LOL

[jellinuy]

platonic step-dad gojo with shy teen reader headcanons? :3 pretty much just gojo trying to make reader open up a little and be a good step-dad without overstepping his daughter's boundaries

✩°˖🌀 ⋆ ꒰satoru gojo as a girl stepdad !! ꒱ ࣪‧₊˚✩彡

★ a/n :: fem! reader. should i just make a stepdad series for jjk?? with all the dilfs.??? i think that'd be cute. tysm for sending in this ask nonnie <3!! i hope u like it just as much as i enjoyed writing it!

stepdad! gojo who is extremely excited to be a stepdad in the first place. who boasts to his new lady that he'll be an excellent role model for her teenage daughter.

stepdad! gojo who thinks he knows what he's doing when it comes to teenage girls, but is hit with the hard reality that they are, in fact, very fickle.

stepdad! gojo who finds you to be the cutest thing ever. from the moment you said hi to him, he’s had the goal in mind to protect you from literally everything and anything that could possibly hurt you.

stepdad! gojo who actually cried when he asked if you wanted to play princesses with so much enthusiasm you'd think he was 2 years old, and was instead met with a no (he was later told that teenage girls don’t act the same as younger girls do).

stepdad! gojo who picks his stepdaughter up from school, blasting music from his car radio with the windows down to embarrass you.

stepdad! gojo who also picks you up to play hooky for the rest of the day, as a bonding experience. to get you out of your shy shell. who takes you to amusement parks and shopping malls, acting all smug and giddy to his lover: “eventually, i'm gonna be the favorite parent.”

stepdad! gojo who absolutely spoils you. maybe you're not his biologically, but he's still your dad, isn't he? he's going to love you like his daughter because you are his daughter. ᰔ

stepdad! gojo who wakes you up with the dumbest things. once, it was a cardi-b performance with speakers. another time, he pretended the house was on fire. he says it's “to keep you on your toes.”

stepdad! gojo who harasses you about having a boyfriend, and somehow gets you to spill the most PIPING HOT tea, even if you’re a little timid at first. he's such a gossip girl(dad).

stepdad! gojo who 100% will let you practice makeup and nail designs on him to express yourself!! he sits in the chair at your vanity at the speed of light when you ask, eager to be his daughter's canvas. and he's going to go out in whatever looks you give him: it's your artwork. anyone who has anything to say about his contour or pastel blue swirly nail polish can kiss his ass.

stepdad! gojo who's surprisingly good at doing hair. he doesn't even have to practice, he's just.. naturally good??? he can do french braids, dutch braids, he can do edges and twists and headscarf / hijab wrappings perfectly.

stepdad! gojo who is talked about among your friend circle for being a dilf. you’re way too mortified about it to tell him, though.

stepdad! gojo who really does cry when you call him "dad" for the first time ever, in that small voice of yours that makes him so proud to have you as a daughter. he makes a show of it, taking his sunglasses off, letting fat tears roll down his cheeks, enveloping you in the warmest of hugs.

[seoafin]

now,,, bare w me.

after geto is gone, gojo and rip!mc try to adjust to normal life. being there for each other, you know ? all that cutesy stuff. one day, gojo and rip!mc go shopping together, and y'all happen to walk by a glasses store. they got so many options for sunglasses and guess which pair catches this bastards eye? the same goddamn pair that he's wearing currently. the same fucking circular black sunglasses. as soon as you see where he's looking you immediately go into mother mode and you're all like "YOU ALREADY GOT A FUCKING PAIR. IM HUNGRY PLEASE CAN WE GO" but that doesn't stop gojo from dragging you into the store w him. he grabs that pair and hands them to you w excitement in his eyes, "put em on!" you mumble a few curses under your breath as you put them on. you look up at him and he has the biggest smile on his face, oh my god. he looks at you like you just birthed his children i swear. keeping that same look on his face, he says "it's like you're a mini me !!" and immediately buys them for you. you walk around w him, hand in hand both wearing sunglasses. you don't wear it as often as gojo, but you still love em and keep them safe.

now for the angst hahahahah

we fast forward after the shibuya arc. it's still kinda fresh but people are starting to carry on w life. at first rip!mc wasn't as concerned that gojo was sealed as you were a little more worried about the kids at the time. now that a bit more time has passed, and the adrenaline from shibuya has subsided, you grow to miss him so badly. like,,, it's starting to hurt. cuz now, not only did you lose geto, but you lost gojo too. the man who helped you through all the shit you've had to endure. losing riko, losing geto... now him. you tell yourself that it's not bad since he isn't dead. he's just sealed for the mean time. he'll be back. but you can't ignore that hole in your heart that was filled by that handsome squidward version of the three blind mice from shrek. you go back to your place, tired and miserable. until you notice those same pair of glasses that gojo bought you some time ago. you take them in your hands and stare at them a while, tears building up in your eyes as you hear his voice in your head, i'll take care of you. you put them on and never take them off until the day gojo comes back.

anyways SORRY FOR THIS

[cassanovancats]

felicitate. two.

one < current > three

Jan. 2017

Two months have passed since Yuta’s first day. You were able to convince Satoru that, because he shared the similar disadvantage of not having an inherent technique, you should control his training. Maki was still his primary partner when it came to afternoon sparring. But he was your partner in the mornings.

Every morning, the two of you would focus on a different part of the body or a different form of exercise. You spotted him in the weight room, you logged his mile times, and, most importantly, you became his friend. Over before-dawn laps and cool-down stretches, you got to know Yuta and Rika.

For the first month, Rika stayed as an intangible ball of energy hovering around Yuta. Then, slowly, she began to manifest a form. Only for a minute at a time initially, but with time, she would appear for the entire session. Rika would hover a few feet above the weight bench or make flower crowns from the wildflowers that grew around your preferred trail. Yuta seemed just as surprised as you when she placed one on your head after a week of her practicing making them. She explained how she wanted to make something just as pretty as you, with all the innocence of a child. You had thanked her with watery eyes.

But with all the peace that came after settling into a new routine with Yuta joining your class, something was bound to ruin it. This time it was a required meeting between the big three clans. The invitation that arrived specifically asked for both you and your brother’s presence. Satoru tried to squirm out of it saying, “They didn’t say which brother had to attend,” but Megumi's unimpressed look and point at the name Gojo sprawled across the top ended that excuse.

Which lead to where you are now, dragging your human classmates through the Ginza streets to collect a custom gown. Maki grumbled all morning, but you were finally able to shut her up with a promise of buying everyone coffee, lunch and take-out dinner. Inumaki was content with any excuse to go into the city (even if it meant he had to carry your bags) and Yuta didn’t have the nerve to reject your offer when you smiled so hopefully. Though, he was curious after the employee of the shop greeted you like an old friend. “Why do you need such a fancy dress?”

“I don’t,” you rolled your eyes. “I have, or had, several custom ones already. I donate almost all my clothes after wearing them to these events. These meetings, when me and Nii-chan are both requested, are used as an excuse to find ways to undermine the political status of Gojo’s. Nii-chan did not force me into years of tutoring on sorcerer history and politics for me to get clowned about wearing the same outfit as last time.”

Maki adds, “The Zen’ins and Kamos are the standard for sleazy shamans. Not every sorcerer is as nice as us.” Yuta nods hesitantly, which makes you snort.

“I know us kicking your ass constantly may not seem ‘nice,’ but trust me when I say I’d rather be getting tossed around by Maki or Panda than attending this dinner.”

“Bonito flakes.” You can tell Inumaki is pouting behind his face mask.

“C’mon, Toge-chan,” you draw out the ‘-chan’ and grab his free hand to swing it back-and-forth. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. It’s a good thing to not be grouped with Maki! She’s such a meanie when it comes to training.” Maki moves too fast for you to dodge her punch. Yuta laughs under his breath at your group’s antics. “Anyways, the most exciting part of this dinner will be seeing what Kamo schmuck they dig up to try to convince Satoru to marry me off.”

“They’re still on that?” Maki laughs and throws her arm over your shoulder. “You would think they’d catch the hint after you stopped wearing furisodes.”

“Salted fish roe,” Inumaki offers.

You sigh, “I would, but you know they wouldn’t treat you well. Escorting me would just mean you get to deal with their passive aggressive comments too.”

“What if I escort you?”

Your group stops walking in the middle of the crowded streets. People continue to push past, but the three of you continue to stare dumbfounded at Yuta. “Is it that bad of an idea?” He flushes bright red and turns his head to stare at the ground.

“No, no,” you reassure as you get the group moving again. “It’s just… well, you remember how we reacted when you came into the class initially, yeah? While they would make fun of Toge-kun, the people at this meeting would try to kill you without hesitation. There’s no guarantee even Rika could stop the full force of everyone in both the Zen’in and Kamo clans.”

Yuta gives a small, “Oh.” He continues to stare at the ground.

“Seriously, I would love to have an escort, especially if it was either of you. There’s only so much of clan politics I can take alone. But I’d never ask you or Toge to go through that for me.” You move from in between Maki and Inumaki to bump against Yuta. “Like, these people are the ultimate bullies. I want you to deal with them only when absolutely necessary.” He finally seems to cheer up some and you take the moment to grab his hand, tugging him forward. “Now c’mon! The bakery Nii-chan got those pastries from last week is only a few blocks away!”

The day of the meeting arrives without much fanfare. Satoru took Megumi out on a mission in the morning to exorcise some low-level curse and you were left at the school to start what would be a long day of preparations. You shuffle into the common area and begin making a cup of coffee. It isn’t until you turn to get creamer from the fridge you realize Yuta, Inumaki and Panda are eating breakfast in the same room. You flush, suddenly aware that you didn’t grab any sweatpants when you left your room and you had slept in a stolen pair of Satoru’s boxers. “Please tell me I’m still asleep,” you mutter, shutting your eyes and whipping back around to finish preparing your coffee.

Panda falls over laughing. Inumaki gives a loud whistle. Yuta is redder than you are and has his face almost flat against his rice. Of course, to add to your humiliation, Hakari and Maki come in from training.

“(y/n), I was never here and I never saw you,” Hakari throws his hand over his eyes and immediately turns to run towards his dorm room.

“You know, I don’t see why you don’t just attend dinner in this outfit,” Panda says.

“Of course you don’t, you literally don’t wear clothes. At least Hakari is smart enough to have some shame and not ogle at her.” Maki moves forward to steal a sip from your cup and gags, “God, how much sugar is in this thing?”

You pout, “The appropriate amount to get me through today. I need to borrow one of your thigh holsters, by the way. Nii-chan doesn’t want me to have to use his technique if something happens.”

“Nori?” The three jerks finally stop laughing, though Panda still seems particularly delighted at your embarrassment.

“Mm, I don’t think so. But some elders got pushy when I was sent to the last meeting and not my brother. Satoru wants me to be able to scare them, not maim them.”

“Salmon,” Inumaki still seems hesitant, but you and Maki move onto a different topic easily as you two walk to her room.

Yuta watches until he’s sure neither of you will hear him ask, “Will she really be okay?”

Inumaki, despite seeming hesitant before, gives a stronger, “Salmon.” He gestures for Yuta to pick up his phone (the boy has gotten better at understanding Inumaki, but wasn’t able to have a conversation yet) and sends a message in a group chat appropriately named Da Bois while Panda grumbles about how unfair it is that he has paws and can’t use a phone.

osamu: (y/n)ie is smiley but she’d kill someone if they tried anything lol

fushiguro: what did the idiot do

fushiguro: who is osamu

osamu: ofc u don’t know hq

fushiguro: what’s that supposed to mean

creepy-kun: when did you change my name >:(

Yuta pouts about the name change for the rest of the day and avoids his phone to keep from Inumaki’s teasing. He almost misses the photo you send in JJH Thots.

It’s you and your brother pressed cheek-to-cheek and making faces at the camera. Satoru has on his circular sunglasses instead of a blindfold, even though it’s clearly night in the photo. His bright, blue eyes peek over their edge, his smile wide, and he has one hand throwing a peace sign and the other on your side. Your mouth is tugged back into a snarl, but Yuta can see how a smile is starting to break through and your eyes are lit up. Both of your hands form claws, like you were a second away from jumping through the phone screen and pinning the viewer.

the good gojo: time to annoy some bastards!!

maki: tell naobito he’s a bitch

fushiguro: ^

osamu: you!! look!!! hot!!!!

the good gojo: the way satoru thought that was for him

the good gojo: it’s delusion luv

Yuta has seen the two of you in almost this exact pose in person. But you weren’t dressed like that, with the slightest hint of the black leather holster you wore peeking out from underneath soft layers of tulle. Even his usual carefree teacher is in Western formal wear, with a tie that matches the floral print on your dress. Yuta knew you had bickered over who got to pick and who had to match. He almost couldn’t imagine the people in the picture wrestling like the two of you had. Together, you two are blindingly beautiful. It wasn’t fair.

Yuta covered his face with his pillow and screamed.