#jujutsu fluff

[sinfulpanda16]

Gojo has always said kids were for sure in his future but that's it, he never thought too deep into it.

So, when he held his son for the first time, he was met a ton of emotions he's never felt. This strong feeling of nurture and love completely overtook his mind the moment he heard his sons crying.

So he swore by it, in the moonlight passing through the huge windows of his mansion.

He rocked the baby back and forth trying to soothe him. "Shh Shh its ok cute thing." he whispers, and the baby relaxes. The baby boy looks up at his father's eyes for a bit, and Gojo is met with his son's cute smile and happy sounds.

He has your eyes and just like you, he reacted the same way you did when you saw his eyes for the first time, full of love. In that small moment he saw your beautiful self in his son.

Gojo smiles softly, "You're so cute" he whispers. He kisses his head and gently puts his foreheads on his. The two of them stay like that and Gojo whispers, "I love you. So so much. And I'll protect you with my life, no one will ever hurt you as long as I'm around." easing his son to fall asleep feeling loved and safe.

[ninapi]

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Premise: Toji, now being a single father has no idea how to raise a child on his own. His beautiful younger neighbor hears the baby crying every night, coming to his aid in more than one way.

Word count: 4365

Note: Just had the need to mention that there is no smut in this story before you start reading. lol.

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Fushiguro Toji was anything in this world but a loving and understanding parent.

Having to deal with a year-old baby on his own wasn’t his idea of fun and didn’t even know where to start.

When his wife was still alive, she was the one in charge of the kid, he barely knew how to change his diaper, and even that didn’t look to be just right. But he had no one to depend on, to ask for help, all his ‘friends’ were in the same business as he was and the women lurking around him at the bar don’t seem like good mother material.

Every night looked the same for him, the walls of his cramped tiny apartment constantly shaking with the loud wails of his infant child, he had no idea why the baby was crying, nor how to make him stop. His headaches turned into migraines and the little patience he had within him evaporated.

“Megumi, can you please, please, shut up? I’m begging you, I’ve never begged anyone in this life anything, please just sleep….” his voice came out louder than he anticipated, making you jump from your bed.

You lived next door and were having a hard time trying to sleep as well, the paper-thin walls that separated you from the distressed baby not doing much to stop the sound from coming.

You’ve worried for him for months now, you were aware the mother had passed, yet you’ve only seen your neighbor twice after that, and in all truth, he looked like someone who wasn’t interested in getting to know the people in the building and share a cup of tea or two.

But that was it, you’ve had enough.

Working wasn’t exactly easy when you’ve had only a couple of hours to sleep, and the poor baby, why was he always crying?

Initially you thought he was alone even, until this moment when you heard his father yell at him.

You understand his frustration really, but you should never talk like that to a baby. As if on cue, the baby just started crying louder, scared by his dad’s anger display.

Tying a robe around your body, you walked outside your apartment, knocking on the foreign door beside your own.

Toji’s face when he saw you on the other side wasn’t one of anger, was more one of despair. He had blackish bags under his eyes, his cheeks were hollow, his head looked like a bird had nested on it and his shirt was full of what looked like baby vomit.

Not the prettiest sight.

“What do you want?”

“Excuse me sir, I’m your neighbor, (Y/N). Seemed to me like your child was having some troubles to sleep…I’m a certified pre-school teacher, so I was wondering if there was anything I could do to help…” the soft smile on your face was almost blinding, were you an angel sent by the heavens to rescue him from his demise? Did he even believe in angels? Because now, he certainly does.

Without uttering a single word, he moved to the side, leaving space for you to go into his apartment, immediately collapsing on the couch right after.

The baby was in his crib, his throat raw from screaming. His little onesie matched his dad’s shirt soiled with old milky vomit; his diaper as full and heavy as it could be.

No wonder he was crying like this.

“I will be using your bathroom. Where do you keep his clothing?” he pointed to a cardboard box laying next to his crib, earning a scowl from you. You were honestly in no position to judge him, he lost his wife not long ago and his job was of a dubious nature, but this were no conditions for a child to grow up into.

Grabbing the only clean looking onesie you could find, you took the baby into the bathroom and gave him a very much refreshing bath, his hair was all sticky and his nails way too long. You took care of that as well and got him into his clean pj’s in record time. Quickly moving to get some milk warmed up and in his zippy cup all before Toji could even realize what was going on.

But one thing was clear for him.

Megumi wasn’t crying anymore.

In fact, he just heard him giggle, which made him look up at you. He was in your arms, and you kept on bouncing him while he drank some warm delicious goodness, his little cheek nuzzling your own, sleep clad in his beautiful, rounded eyes.

You got there less than twenty minutes ago, and Megumi was now asleep.

How was this possible? He’s been trying for months, and he only sleeps when he passes out from crying too much…

You placed his little blanky over him, caressing his hair until you were sure he wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon, then headed over to his father, speaking in a quiet small voice, “There. He was too dirty, babies tend to be very picky with this sort of stuff, just make sure to change his diaper more often and change his clothing when dirty. Also, his onesies are too small for him now, you need to buy him larger clothing, it hurts his little legs, so I left the buttons open.” Toji was staring at you like you were some sort of goddess who came to tame his little beast, this was no easy fit, he was just as fierce as his dad…

“He’s a lovely well behaved baby boy, I’m sure he won’t give you many troubles.” that, however, made him scoff. “HA! He’s a little dirty beast, that’s what he is! All he does is scream and poop.” his loud outburst made Megumi cry once again, his father annoying you more than the poor tired child, “Tch, don’t be so loud!”

He was smirking your way instead of feeling offended, now you’d see what kind of a beast his child is. Or so he thought, because Megumi stopped crying once in your arms, his face pressed to your chest enjoying its softness and warmth, leaving Toji speechless with his mouth gaping.

“Such a good boy you are~” the child refused to leave the comfort of your chest, making you sit on the filthy couch that reeked of beer to wait for his slumber to come back.

“What do they teach in pre-school? Is it some sort of magic? He’s never acted this way, not even when his mother was alive.” his reply made you chuckle, petting the baby’s tiny back in the process. “Hmm…we teach them the days of the week, how to cut and practice writing, how to tend plants, how to color, things like that.” humoring him this far was more than what he is used to with other women, they usually just want him for cash and a fun lusty night, but they’ve never cared to talk like this with him, he was an intimidating man after all.

“Pfft and how does that make my son stop crying? Stop it, spill the beans, how did you do it?” he sat by your side, the sly smirk on his lips never leaving his rough, handsome face.

“I just got him cleaned up and fed, that’s all.” the sound of your voice made the boy snuggle deeper into your bosom, drooling all over the patch of skin that was in view.

Toji’s eyes were on his every move, a sudden wave of understanding hitting him hard, “I see…he’s definitely my son…” his loud cackles made Megumi stir and got you to frown once more. This time though, you didn’t need to scold him, he got it just by looking at your angered face. “Sorry, sorry…he just looked so comfy, of course anybody would sleep just fine there.” his jokes made you blush, quite an unexpected thing in such situation.

He was a handsome man, there was no human out there that would dare to argue that. Yet, he was definitely older and had some serious cleanliness issues, not entirely your type but aggravating nonetheless.

“Would you consider being his nanny? I could pay you double what you make in that pre-school of yours…” tempting offer, but you loved your job and weren’t looking for a new one.

“My son is clearly in love with you, I don’t think he’d accept anyone else…and you live next door so you wouldn’t have to spend money by going to work.” One of his chubby, calloused fingers came a little to close to your chest startling you, though, his aim was to clean his child’s drool before it landed again on your silky skin, it was a heartwarming scene.

“I can’t leave my job, they need me. Though, I only work the morning shift, so I’m back by noon. I can help, at least until you get used to the single parenting thing.” you said all this while looking at his child with such tender eyes that he just couldn’t say no to your proposal, he works late mostly anyways, sounded like a good deal.

“I would appreciate that.” his demeanor had changed for the better since you shared the same couch, an understanding like no other found without the need for words.

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The next day your shift got cut short as the children had a previously scheduled trip to the zoo.

Some parents insisted on going as well so you gave them your space in the bus, using your time to clean the playroom, it was time to donate some toys and you had the perfect baby in mind for this.

You gathered a few plushies and age-appropriate books and placed them in your backpack just before leaving for the day.

Remembering the face of despair his dad had when you mentioned getting new clothing for him, you stopped by the store and got him a couple of onesies and other outfits that would actually fit him, you could just give him the receipt, that should be easier for him.

And it was, he had never felt so grateful towards someone in his entire life when he saw all the new things you had for his child.

He isn’t the best dad out there and he’s aware of that, he didn’t really care if he was being honest, he always planned to sell him to the Zenin’s anyways, but raising a child was a pain and he never expected it to be that complicated.

“Can you tell me where the cleaning supplies are, Fushiguro-san? I would like to clean the carpet and the couch, it isn’t good for Gumi to breathe in so much dust.” he nodded, going in circles in his own living room, he didn’t know where they were, if there were any. “Just wait here, I’ll go buy some. Is there anything else you need from the store?”

“Hm…there’s not many diapers left, also it would be nice to have a smaller spoon for him.” going over to find his wallet, he headed out of the door only acknowledging you slightly while you tended his son. It was an intimate conversation and it had him somehow flustered, the big’ol Fushiguro Toji, flushing over the sight of his child chewing on the side of your arm while you checked his fridge. It’s not like he didn’t find his ex-wife attractive, because he did, but she was very different from you, almost as much of a man as he was, you were soft, tender, kind, your round curves and soft features weren’t like the ones he finds in bars and clubs, he needed to get his shit together before he’d end up drooling on you as much as his son.

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It's been a few weeks since you and Toji officially met and it still amazes him how much his life has changed in such a short period of time.

For the best, mind you.

But the best change in it, he would agree for it to be how much he’s been sleeping lately. Megumi entered a new routine with you, one that makes him sleep always at the same time, without waking up much, meaning Toji also has been getting some very much needed rest.

Even if Toji knows his life has improved, Megumi is the one who’s been enjoying life like no other these days.

Since his dad is in charge of him in the morning, he decided is best to sleep and recharge energy, that way his dad can do his grown up things without much problem and he would get all the play time in the world once you’re back from work.

His diet has improved as well, you found out Toji was feeding him instant ramen and this alerted you beyond words and you made a priority getting him all the nutrients he’s been missing.

His clothes fits, he has new books and toys, clean sheets, in general life was good to him lately.

Though Toji was now expecting you to get tired of this, you did have a job, a tiring one at that and still had to do your own stuff, but you’ve been visiting him daily and staying until Megumi signed off for the night, you must be tired, he knows he would be for sure. And knowing this had him on edge, what would he do without you? Their life is so much better nowadays, is this why people get married? Because he totally gets it now.

He’s been thinking about it all day and now that he’s back from work, he would tell you to feel free to drop this whenever you wanted. True, he didn’t want you to go away any time soon, or ever…but having you in a tight leash without it being your responsibility would just end in you sick and tired of the situation, he wanted to give you options, comfort even.

But when he stepped inside his own apartment, the sight behind the door made his brain to stop working.

You were laying down on his couch, Megumi on top of your belly, slapping your cheeks lovingly while giggling, “MmmMa” he’s been trying since forever but learning new skills without help is almost impossible for a baby, having you around talking to him constantly and encouraging him to talk has been doing wonders for the child, he’s very smart after all.

“Did he just call you mama?” Toji was still by the door, one shoe still on, unable to move from his spot.

“Oh Toji-san! Welcome back, how was work? And honestly I’m not sure, I haven’t told him to call me mama so I don’t know where he got it from.” Your explanation made Toji uncomfortable, he does know where he got it from. For a lack of a better word, he’s been referring to you as such in front of his son, is just complicated to explain a baby that you weren’t his mother, nor sister, nor family even but a simple neighbor, because not even the term ‘friend’ would be accurate. Megumi would call him “Ppa” so it was easier to call you “Mama” for him to understand, and it seemed like it did work, a bit too well for his liking.

“Oh well, he’s a smart kid. He doesn’t remember his mother and you certainly act like one, he’s just a little confused. Sorry if that freaked you out…” rubbing the back of his head he hoped that you wouldn’t notice how he wished that was in fact a reality.

“It didn’t don’t worry. It is normal, for younger kids you know? They call their teachers mama too, it’s happened a few times to me already. Though Gumi is special to me, so I don’t mind it one bit. You though….I hope you know I’m not trying to replace your late wife in any way….” your rosy cheeks were a blessing from the gods, there was no prettier sight out there, he was sure of that. But how much he wishes you were trying to fill in the spot, would remain a secret for a bit longer.

“I know you’re not. But I wouldn’t mind it if you were.” shooting you a flirty wink, he was finally able to move away from the door, the spell you had him under breaking with the blushy display.

“Don’t say that, it would make her sad…” even if you were wiggling on the couch, flushed all the way to your ears, it was still a bit sad, knowing someone lost this wonderful child and handsome husband, you’d be devastated if you’d have to leave a family behind like she was forced to.

“I know you think I’m joking, but I know for sure it wouldn’t. She was….an interesting woman. I just know she would be happy knowing Megumi has someone to look after him and give him the life she knows I can’t give him…he’s so happy and healthy lately, it’s making me think things through…” your heart grew three sizes with his words. In all truth, you’ve been just as happy. Your life used to be boring and pretty empty, your work was the only thing keeping you sane back then, but now? Now you look forward to get on a train and get back home as soon as possible, to see the cute cuddly ball of fluff that was now napping on your chest, you missed him so much when you were working it was crazy, even seeing Toji who came in the package was exciting to you these days.

“Why can’t you though? I know at first when I met you, it would be difficult to picture you as a good dad…but lately…I see how things have changed. I don’t think you need me as much anymore.” there it was…he knew it was coming.

“I’ve managed to make it work only because of you. It’s weird but now I think about what I have to get from the store every day, how many diapers are left, know his favorite snack and the temperature I need to set his bath for, and now I even know which days I have to take out the trash…Megumi’s mother wouldn’t recognize me if she could see me now. And that’s a good thing.” his boisterous laugh made you smile in response. You hoped he still wanted you around, you’ve been just as anxious as he was, thinking the very same thing, what if he didn’t want you close anymore? What if he decides Megumi needed a proper sitter? What if he got himself a girlfriend and the woman didn’t want you visiting every day?

But being objective that was very unlikely, you even got a set of keys for his apartment last week, the keychain had your name engraved and all, just like Toji’s….it was quite clear he wanted you there. And so did the baby in your arms.

“Well, I don’t know her, but I am very much proud of your growth as a father, Toji-san. You just needed to get used to being a dad, I assume is not that easy…”

“It isn’t. But you look more like a mother than his actual one, so I doubt you’d have any troubles if you ever have a kid.” Big words coming from a man like him…he’s been acting strange the past week and it’s starting to worry him a little. His way of speaking has softened, his dirty jokes stopped, he still flirts with you but who wouldn’t when you look so pretty with his son in your arms, it’s impossible to control the beast to that extent, specially on days you came to his house wearing those tiny shorts of yours, he’s turning into a saint, a blue-balled one, and all because of you, he doesn’t want you to freak out and run away, so he’s been behaving as nicely as he can, very unlike his normal self, he’s used to take what he wants when he wants it, but you were that good.

“It’s just Gumi, he’s so adorable and so well behaved….I guess he makes the maternal side of me come out.” your cute giggles not only woke the baby up but lit up a fire in his father’s body. He wanted to hear you closer, suddenly he was envious of his own child and how he was able to lay on you and cuddle your boobs as if they were pillows, the definition of a good life…

“He was nothing like that until you came though…a demon child. I’m his father though, so I guess it makes sense.” giggling some more just for him, you got up to set the child down in his crib, Toji sitting on the couch hoping you’d follow his lead, which you did, sitting right beside him.

“Well if I tamed the demon child, I must try to tame the demon daddy too then.” You’ve never flirted back, he was almost sure you weren’t interested, this was new, and he was not stupid enough to let it go, scooting himself closer to your warmth to encourage you to continue. “I’m untamable, gorgeous, but you can certainly try…” you didn’t move away, coming even closer to him instead. He’s undeniably hot and he’s changed so much, you thought it’d be hell sharing the same space with this man, but was quite the opposite, his house was now clean enough, his fridge full with food, his son fitting in his clothing as he should and his snarky bite had died down as days went by. 

Flirting became the norm after that.

Toji never thought of getting another wife, he could get all the women he wanted without getting into a relationship but you changed the picture real quick.

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The day had come for the Zenin’s to meet Megumi. 

Toji had been thinking of selling his child to them basically since the day he was born. Even if he hated them, his kid would be worth way more money than he could count. It’s not like he needed the money for anything, or wanted anything really, yet he kept on betting in silly races as that was the only thing he had to look forward to; before you came to his life of course.

Now he wasn’t so sure anymore.

Not only would he not have an excuse to see you every day without Megumi, but he’s also been getting along way better with his son since your arrival.

At first being a parent was just a nuisance to him, but now it wasn’t as much and not only because he got to see you or because you made his life easier, but because he finally understands what his kid wants and has seen how it feels to have a woman around the house, how nice it is to live in a clean environment, to eat delicious home cooked meals every day, how nice it is to get greeted by the door after a long day at work and how nice it is to be welcomed by cute giggles and warm smiles.

Being a dad wasn’t so bad anymore, nor was it the concept of being a husband.

Refusing to meet the old man was a bold move on his part, he was sure he’d have to pay for that decision at some point, but he just couldn’t bare the thought of giving him and the life they had now away just for some money. He could just take a couple more jobs and make up for it,  even if one day Megumi would have to face them straight ahead, that day is still very far from now.

So instead of meeting the old dread, he went over by your school to pick you up and enjoy a nice stroll together on the way home.

The face you made when you saw him and the cute baby half asleep on his shoulders was one to remember.

Joy could be felt within a mile range. You weren’t expecting this, such a nice surprise. “Hello beautiful, got you some of that fancy coffee you like.”handing you the very much needed caffeinated treat, he smiled down at you, a smile like none you’ve seen in the past. He looked so good today, it was doing things to your insides. “Thanks Toji-san I appreciate it. But why are you here? Did something bad happen?”

“Nah, just taking the babe out for some sun…thought of picking up the other babe so she could join us, that’s all…” his confidence was almost intimidating but also very alluring, he was so sexy.

“That does sound fun…” but before you could step out of the school a younger teacher came out looking for you, you dropped your phone and hadn’t even noticed yet. “(Y/N)! Wait! Here, you left this in the class.” her eyes were glued to handsome piece of meat in front of her, annoying you to the point of getting in between the two with a scowl on your face. “Thank you, I didn’t notice. Now if you excuse us….” you leaned closer, taking Megumi off of Toji and into your arms, your free hand landing on Toji’s bicep, in an almost too intense possessive display. Toji on the other hand was thoroughly enjoying this, not only did he have two beautiful women “fighting” for him, but this was the confirmation he was looking for on your end to act upon his feelings.

Taking a hold of your tiny hand in his larger one, he just started walking on the opposite direction, completely ignoring the other girl and dragging his ray of sunshine back home for some quality time together.

Being a dad is complicated.

Being a single dad is even worse.

But thanks to it he found the most wonderful woman the world had to offer .

And yes, he did have some issues to work around still, like his awfully dangerous job and betting addiction, but for someone as broken and rough as him to get someone so soft and fantastic was worth any sort of sacrifice, for his babe-one and babe-two as he started calling you guys, a term that would soon enough be changed to ‘family’, he could do anything…

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Masterlist

[zygomantic]

Smells like Home

Synopsis: Nanami comes home. You've missed him.

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Content Warnings: None. It's pure fluff.

Your bedroom door creaks as it's opened, a sign that whoever is coming into the room is trying not to wake you. Your eyes open anyway and the first thing you register is the lamp on your night stand, casting a yellowish light over the bedroom. You happily press your face deeper into the pillow. Nanami's smell still lingers.

"... didn't mean to wake you, dear," you hear that deep, soothing voice apologize. He sounds tired, you think to yourself. Nanami had to work longer today and you know he hates it just as much as you do.

"...Wasn't asleep. Waited for you."

You hear him hum in response and instantly know he doesn't believe you. He knows you too well. He turns around to look at you, pausing his undressing, and catches the grumpy face you're making at him. The blanket covers your fave, shielding you from the cold air. Nanami chuckles, amused and relieved. He missed this, missed you, even if he saw you earlier today.

After changing into his sleeping clothes, he makes his way to his side of the bed, leans over and gives you a small kiss on the forehead. You pull him into the sleep wrinkled bed, pulling on the blanket so it covers the both of you.

You sling your leg over his and press as close as you can. Nanami wraps his arms around you with practiced ease, not moving an inch when you decide it isn't close enough and move half of your body on top of his. You tuck your head into his neck, and each inhale smells like his signature cologne and home.

[dilfjjk05]

I need some gojo fluff so bad give it to me give it to me 😩

Being Loved by Gojo.

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Even if he’s a cocky motherfucker, he still is a lover boy at heart.

Being loved by Gojo is a whole different experience. Expensive Trips. High end shopping sprees. Precious Jewels. Top of the line food. A whole car collection. Anything you want and it’s yours, Thanks to all that generational wealth.

But… His love isn’t only about all the materialistic things.

His love is ever growing. His love is soft. His love is beyond the stars and moon.

Showering you with kisses whenever he sees you, is something that he has made mandatory for himself to do. No matter where you are or what situation you are in, he always gives you his loving kisses. Whether you’re making love, you’re having a walk.

Intertwining your fingers together to reassure you, to help you be at ease, to help you calm, to let you know he’s there, to make you feel safe.

His hugs are the most comforting thing ever. you’re breaking down in his arms, he’s always there, always there to take your worries away, to take the pain away, to wipe your tears, to tell you how you deserve the world.

He has ting noted about you written on his phone, what you like and want you don’t, what your favourite things are, what makes you happy, what’s on your bucket list.

These are the simplest things but yet, yet his tries to always keep you happy because, you’re his beloved, his future, his first priority. and he would never want to lose you.

oh just how beautiful life is with satoru.

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Idk how i feel about this but, Hope you like it 🥲🤍

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[loverofnobara]

𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

Nanami comes home to the smell of freshly baked bread in the air

Slipping his shoes off, the male let out a grunt of annoyance. He struggled to loosen his tie, the fabric getting caught on his button-up. Huffing, he successfully loosened the tie.

Slicking back his hair, Nanami began to take slow steps toward the kitchen. The smell of freshly baked bread filled his nose, making a small smile appear on his face.

"Love?" He questioned as he entered the kitchen.

Before him stood 6 pans of freshly baked bread. You in your dull blue apron he had bought you for your birthday a while ago. It was covered in dry dough and flour.

Leaning against the counter, the blonde rested his head in his hands. "Seems you've been busy today"

A hum is what he got from you, a silent nod as you focused on pulling out the last batch of bread. The male watched as you carefully set the hot pan on the stove. Slipping your mittens off, you finally turned around to your boyfriend.

He stood there with a smile as he watched you do what you love. His head rested in his hand as he leaned on the counter. With a smile, you took a few steps toward Nanami and rested your hands on his cheeks.

He instantly dropped his own hand and leaned into yours. His eyes fluttered close as he sighed in relief. All his stress seemed to wash away at that moment. His shoulders slumped in comfort.

Bringing your face closer to his, you placed a slow soft kiss on his lips. He melted in your hold, pressing his lips back with little effort. Pulling away, Nanami mumbled against your lips--his breath fanning against your face.

"I love you so much, My Darling"

With a hum, you leaned in once more--placing another quick kiss on the man's lips. "I love you as well, My Dear"

[tsukimefuku]

wardrobe malfunction ❖ nanami kento

summary: your cursed technique isn't exactly clothing-friendly, and when you find yourself in a less than ideal situation, you only had one person you could ask for help.

tags: jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, light nanami x reader, cursing, kind of suggestive but not exactly (?), second hand embarrassment is real, this is just pure crack to be honest, is reader lucky or unlucky? i fret, for i do not know, this is barely proofread because i wrote this absolute nonsense on a complete whim, i hope you have as much fun reading this as i did writing it.

wc: 1k

❖ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

You had just finished blowing up a grade 2 curse that lunged at you full-speed. Your chest heaved up and down with tiny droplets of sweat coming down, as you panted inside the abandoned apartment complex. For a while, the adrenaline pumping through your veins made it hard to assess your state, but then, as you began decelerating and looked at your body, you realized something.

“Oh, no. Not again.” 

Considering your innate cursed technique involved casting small bombs of cursed energy, they could blow up through many things, and when you didn’t manage to distance yourself from them before the impact… Well, safe to say that some things were bound to happen.

You pulled your phone ready to call… someone. Anyone, really. But the ancient piece of technology that you failed to replace in these past few weeks wouldn’t let you access your contacts list, providing you solely with your three last dialed numbers — Gojo, Yaga and Nanami.

Your fucking phone. Your damn, fucking phone.

Just thinking about this had you beyond mortified, but it was either this, or never leaving the building again. So you took a deep breath before pressing dial.

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Nanami found Shoko to take care of some minor injuries on his arm, and as she was finished, his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, and saw your name flashing on the screen.

As he answered, you stuttered for a moment before mustering up the courage to speak.

“So, Nanami, I need, uh, some assistance.” 

He found that to be odd, considering you knew he was on another mission today, and this was a solo endeavor for you.

“Has something happened?”

“So, you know how my technique works, right?”

That question had the sorcerer feeling somewhat puzzled, given he had seen you use it — and explain it — multiple times already.

“Of course, we've been on missions together, and you have explained it to me more than once.”

You sighed before proceeding. “So, here's the thing, I kind of blew myself up.” 

That quickly got his attention and he tensed up. Shoko had just finished removing her gloves and noticed it.

“Are you injured?” His usually impassive voice had a hint of worry to it.

“No, no. I'm fine. Sometimes this kind of happens, and I'm pretty used to blocking the impact and using RCT if needed.” 

Is it her? Is she okay? She better be, I need her tomorrow, Shoko whispered at Nanami as she walked around and sat on a bench in front of him.

He didn’t notice what she asked, as he was humming confusedly, given you still hadn’t clarified why you called.

Your voice kind of cracked up for a moment, as you violently blushed on the other side. At least, the phone is an imageless form of communication.

“So, I’m okay. But my clothes, they, uh… I blew them up.”

He slowly began taking in what exactly you were saying.

“That's it, that’s what happened. I… I need clothes, please. Can you bring me some, just so I can get out of here without getting arrested for public indecency?”

Nanami kept silent for some time, and felt a slight rush of heat run over his cheeks.

“Nanami?” 

He coughed slightly, tensing his posture as he did.

“Yes, of course. But wouldn't you rather someone else to do that for you, like Ms. Nitta, or one of the female students?” 

That caught Shoko’s attention, and she discreetly looked at the sorcerer while he was still on the phone with you.

You nearly gagged.

“No! No way. I… I'm mortified as is.”

Somebody please fucking kill me.

“I can't talk about this with anyone else. It's too damn embarrassing,”  you stated, letting your mind go to random facts in order to try lifting the mood. “I now understand why that student from Kyoto keeps taking his shirt off to fight, but that's beside the point.”

You were met at the wake of your failed joke.

“I-I mean… Just bring me something, please.” 

Nanami cleared his throat as he pulled on his tie and opened his shirt’s top button.

“Fine. Send me your location.”

You sighed, relieved.

“Great, you're the best, thank you!”

He switched his phone off and grounded himself for a moment.

“Is she alright?” 

“Yes, she is,” he answered, some words choking on their way up for a second. “Ms. Ieiri, do you happen to have any clothes around here?” 

“What? Why would you need that?”

He couldn’t muster up anything remotely feasible to say, and given that embarrassment is an infectious condition, it began creeping up on him, too.

Nanami resumed speaking. “… I'm sorry to bother you. I just remembered I can get an assistant's uniform.” 

He then walked towards the door to leave.

“Nanami…” Shoko began.

“Hm?” He asked, as turning around.

“… Are you blushing?”

“... Good afternoon,” he answered, before stepping out a little quicker than usual.

***

Nanami had just arrived, and you let him know you were upstairs. As he asked how you wanted to receive the clothes, you were insistent that he threw the bag over the steps, and being a reasonable and rational person, the sorcerer obviously declined to do that.

“Just throw the thing already!” you yelled from the top of the stairs, away from his sight.

“I’m not uncivilized,” he replied, sighing. “I’m going to put them down here, and wait for you outside.”  

Nanami was considerably less mortified than you would expect, but it was him, Mr. mature, after all. Also, this wasn’t the first embarrassing situation of yours that he had witnessed.

You were prone to setting yourself up for absurd shenanigans, it seemed.

As you heard him leave and close the door, you stepped your way down and flimsily put the black pants and white buttoned shirt, which didn’t match at all with the hiking boots you usually wore on missions.

You went outside, and were met by him, his usual impassiveness slightly disturbed by something you couldn’t quite yet identify.

“Thank you, Nanami,” you stated, sighing relieved.

“It’s no trouble,” he answered, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. 

You were both uncomfortably silent for a while.

“These kinds of unexpected things happ-”

“We will never talk about this again as long as I live, please, I can’t cope” you pleaded, voice simmering with desperation for this awkward moment to be over, “just, please.” 

He cleared his throat, mindlessly adjusting his tie around his neck. It strangely felt more tight than usual.

“Of course. I apologize.”

“No need. It’s fine. Let’s just go back to Jujutsu High and pretend this never happened.”

“I do not know what you’re talking about,” he said, sparing you a quick glance.

You smiled, amused and thankful.

“Right. Precisely.” 

[elismullet]

Taking off your jacket, you quickly get on your knees to assist your boyfriend Satoru

“Right over here baby” he muttered under his breath, nervous but contempt with the view. You rolled your eyes, sharply stating back “I know” before running your hands over him. Lil noises escaped his mouth with just the delicate touch of your finger tips over his naked thigh. “Be gentle, please baby” he pleaded. You could already feel his bright blue eyes burning the top of your head with plead and mercy “like this is the first time Satoru” you reminded him. The way he loved how his name sounded coming from your lips. It made the situation a lil easier for him to handle

“Stop shaking your fucking leg Satoru!” “Im sorry! It hurts!” He cried, falling back unto the mattress and fake crying into a pillow “it’s just a lil cut satoru! Let me bandage it already. It’s gonna get infected!” Having no choice, you prop yourself up, locking his leg between your knees to bandage the small cut he got from scratching his leg against some thorns “gosh you big baby…What would you do without me~”

[starsologyy]

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ─ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 [𝟎𝟎𝟐].

002. ─── ✦ DRUNK IN LUV [SERIES MASTERLIST} ✧˖*°࿐

synopsis ─ [31 DAYS LEFT TILL THE EXAM] gojo takes home his drunk girlfriend, who's actually geto's little sister, and aka, somebody he is NOT suppose to seeing at all.

content warnings ─ alcohol usage, curse words, and etc.

NOV. 9. 2007. 8:54 PM. GOJO SATORU’S  POV.

satoru knows it’s a dumbass idea to be next to the girl he can’t have. especially at a public library he rented at night, but it was cheap, and no one could possibly blame him. 

if one was asked to elaborate on this institution of knowledge as a birthday venue, one wouldn’t classify this place as a profoundly enormous architectural masterpiece due to its inadequate funding, which lacks to achieve something grand in that matter.

 it’s rather pathetic, looking at it. the knowledge that surrounds them has insufficient funds to where they have lost the dignity to not plaster a scroll of edo period art on the beige walls. but the old lady who runs it; hired satoru a couple of months ago, doesn’t seem to care much.

and satoru isn’t shown to care either since he rented it out for a birthday party for teens who wanted to drink. (when it was only her and him together…)

yet, he feels as if the old woman does care somewhat. she’s bitter, rude, and slips insults off the tongue like the sound of books off the shelves (she wouldn’t be able to hear herself any other way at this age) when he does the shelving wrong. but she’s not always a senile old woman, satoru thinks. she’s nice enough to spare him from a five hour lecture to not spill a single liquid of beer on the ancient books.

 It was only four hours today.  

but never mind that.

he knows he should feel terrible, bottled with immense guilt because he hasn't told his best friend, suguru, about how he likes his little sister. and yet, satoru oddly doesn't feel any of those things.

and satoru gojo, he knows he’s fucked for his apathy.

“satoru!” kana whined, kicking her restless feet against his thrifted, acid washed baggy jeans, “i’m sooooo tired. do you have water?” she asked.

impersonating the spider web that hangs on the corner of the shelf beside them, his barrage of intertwined thoughts rip as he pops his head out of the cramped space and his eventual hangover to rapidly nod his head. 

the snow fallen haired boy soon passes her a bottle of water, watching her chug it.

satoru can’t help the grin growing on his face. “maybe you should go home, you can’t handle your beer.” he teases with a cheshire-like smile. kana scoffs at him before laughing a moment later.

she leans on the table at the end of satoru with a flirtatious expression, “accompany me home then idiot.” kana teases back, and the male’s crystal light eyes widen in a bit of a shock at that invite. the top of his mouth even shrivels as he tries to aimlessly smack his rosy lips for a bit of random moisture.

 “ah well—”

kana rolls her eyes. “my mom won’t see you! don’t be a pussy satoru.” she frowns, “i’m not some fling you’re hiding, am i?” she said as she gave him a side glare, and he rolled his eyes after he shook his head no. 

being afraid of your girlfriend’s mom and your best friend (her brother) will see you, is NOT the same as having another girl on the side, satoru screams within his head. he’s surprised after dealing with her temper and chaotic mess he hasn’t gone ahead and found a different girl yet, but that’s her charm (supposedly at least).

“okay, first of all,” he explains to kana. “if i was hiding you, i would cover up your face with a paper bag everywhere i went,” the boy laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she scrunches her face. “and don’t do that, you’ll get wrinkles and look like an old hag if you keep scrunching.” satoru adds in a sing-song manner.

“also, accusing me of being with other girls is also pretty much saying I’m with an old hag. like we’re 90 years old  and I looked at some girl at a bingo game because—”

“just shut up.”  she scoffs, pinching his cheek in response before settling down.

she doesn’t do it hard enough to hurt for long he realizes, even if he could technically handle it. satoru pretends as if someone shot him in the foot.

“OUCH!”

“FINE! fine! uragh, i’ll drive you home,  so you can’t complain to me. happy?” he shouts, pouting at the same time. though, it turns to an uncontrollable soft smile when the cerulean in his eyes rise as similarly unmanageable waves, to now mesmerizingly swirl in his pupils once it witnesses the sight of the joyful contortion of her lips. 

“really!? and don’t call me some old hag anymore! for the life of me.” she groaned, and he rolls his eyes to confirm his little tease will be over. 

kana smiles, forcing him up by suddenly jumping up from her seat similar to the cartoon characters plastered on the scratched walls behind him. satoru laughs boisterously at this, only to witness her also hop on his rather wide back once he also leaves the table,  wrapping her muscular arms around his neck to rest her head on his shoulder.

“you’re heavy!”

“fuck off!”

he clicks his tongue, holding onto her thighs to support herself on him. the silence between their lips pursue the delicate tread of the frail bliss known as comfortability. he didn’t mind the lack of their chat. It doesn't last long however. 

“seeeee, you know you like this,” she drunkenly cheers, her clumpy coats of onyx mascara with the shade electric blue on the tops fluttering lightly on her lashes as she takes in the fresh air once they step outside of the library. “how could you not love this? you should drive me home more,” she giggles. the alcohol seems to have set in, and her incredibly soft hair tickles his chin.

“and waste my gas? yeah fucking right,” he yawns mockingly, and she scoffs as she kicks her legs back and forth (ensuring to leave him a bruise for injuring her egotistical pride.) 

“ouch!”

“what’s with you and injuring me?” he grumbles. 

silence seems to have fallen off the thread of comfort now as he’s rather feeling uncomfortable from the sting of hard sneakers hitting flesh. 

her little ‘hmph!’ reminds satoru that it would mean dead silence between them, killing the conversation and giving tension between them as they both struggle to generate another, but he actually finds it opposingly soothing right now. 

they soon end up in his navy blue sports car, kana in the passenger seat as she rubs her eyes a bit. she’ll regret it later he realizes, but satoru stays silent as his engine rumbles obnoxiously loud, probably waking a couple of crying babies nearby. oops. not enough to wake her up though, so he hopes those moms would forgive him.

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the drive isn’t supposed to be long, but the time it takes to arrive to kana’s house stretches far into the greedy hands of eternity.  it desperately holds both souls in the stillness of the blinding rich glimmer from satoru’s sports car, and yet as dreadful as infinity may stretch,  he continues this sloth like pace, driving painstakingly slowly, and prolongs the inevitable.

the last time satoru gojo drove this slow, is when he first got it on his sixteen birthday and mommy wouldn’t pay to get scratches removed. 

yeah…

the reason he drives slowly though, is because he just doesn’t want to deal with what comes with pulling up near the drive through. yet he holds that breath of polluted city, or whatever how much a suburban town in the middle of nowhere can be considered a city, just at the center of his adam’s apple. kana sits restless, and exhausted at the same time somehow throughout all this.

she’s a bit naive, satoru thinks. for getting into a car with a man, to clarify. she trusts him sure, but caution lies clear in folktales of those who have been hurt by the ones they hold the most dear. 

she disregards fear like an idiot living near a radioactive plant. it’s impressive, but he’s the one who agreed, so he’s her neighbor in that dumb scenario. he stays silent as she rants about whatever drama could possibly conjure in the hellhole of the 2nd year of a suburban high school. 

but to be fair, she runs her mouth like an american sprinter about far less worse things than what he used to hear at his old, stuck up the ass, high school, before he got caught sneaking out at four am and was sent to this town like some mass isolation. 

“and then he said it’s not his fault he had to cheat because she just wasn’t getting his needs you know? but I was like nooo are you insane—”

…

“kana?”

…

“you there?”

he glances over at her, and his brows raise to the top of his head at the sight of the slight drool lining her glossed lips. the emergence of a buried sound of snoring in the rippling silence of a rural town where no one dares to stay up past twelve o'clock (or be faced with their mother’s rapid pull on rather sensitive ears) makes him chuckle. it’s amusing to watch, sure, but he quickly rests eyes back  on the ever winding road to not crash his expensive ass car into a boulder.

he really does need a new job. and soon. but maybe watching your girlfriend sleep should be a job in itself he thinks. 

satoru’s arms soon rest easy on his thighs as he gets comfortable with this road back to her place, just an easy step on the gas he also needs to refill. he’s unconsciously keeping a steady pace to not wake her up, but he denies it to the gentle, beating of his stone cold heart by saying he doesn’t have the cash to waste another gallon or purchase another tire to go over a pothole carelessly. 

also, he doesn’t want to wake up some family like he did a while ago. after another five minutes or so, they reach their destination.

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he glances over once more. “wake up ugly.” the cheeky boy provokes, pinching the chub of her cheek to leave it a hint more rosy than what kana normally brushes on her cheeks. 

“or else i’ll kick you out for not paying me back for gas.” he mutters to himself, his scarred muscles (from being outside more than some barbaric creature who resides in forests) almost shuddering at the thought of paying those ever increasing expenses. 

kana’s eyelids slowly rise to the sight of the slightest frown on the boy next to her, but they almost already fall shut once more from the alcohol she ingested a while ago. her lips remain shut while her head remains slugged on the back of his white leather extravaganza of a vehicle. 

“we here already?” she murmurs.

“just got here.” he nods.

a part of his aching soul is fond enough of kana, that as the girl holds near and dear inside his very calloused soul, he silently pursues the question of letting her sleep a while longer if her hangover needs so. but he disregards that thought. 

the longer he stays, the more likely he is to be caught. even if he wants his girlfriend to get the sleep she needs. 

kana raises a brow in turn to somehow telepathically question why he hasn’t launched some mischievous joke to wake her up. he can tell what she’s asking from that look in her eyes. 

 “since its your birthday and what not.” he quickly adds, as if to deny a disgusting softness that may cultivate in the gentleness of his self if carefulness continues to lack in the streamlining of hushed words.

“oh. okay.” kana sighs, a yawn escaping soon after as she rummages through the back of the car to find her onyx bag. it has a bountiful bunch of multivariety printed pins stuck to the painfully clear false leather of measly fabric and the same galore of cheap key chains stuck to the strap and zipper, but it seems more endearing than he is to her. 

he’s joking, obviously. 

there’s a quietness now as she continues to try to make sure she doesn't forget anything, and it’s usually familiar, but satoru feels a lump like he wants to gag and renchingly expel the hideous bile of his very stomach from its personification of a burden to ask why it exists. the silence from a bit ago was comfortable. now it’s noticeably not. 

why is she quiet? she normally talks his damn ears off when she wakes up, as much as he does her. it’s giving him an unfamiliar goosebump, similar to when he sees a seven foot male at his basketball games. essentially, it’s not good.

at all.

it shouldn’t be there, and his need for the expulsion of a cheap beer isn’t this feeling either. it’s not the same, even if he doesn’t like to drink very often and pukes after a sip.  satoru only drank beer today for kana honestly, but he usually sticks to more sugar cube filled mockery of these drinks more often than not.

she’s gotta be pissed off for sure, or satoru is in hell for not throwing away the empty milk carton from when he wanted cereal from this eerie silence. 

“you mad at me?” he hums, looking outside the clearness of his driver’s window (that he only cleaned yesterday to impress her).

silence again. he looks at her once more. did he wake her up too early? he doesn’t think he did (but men never know what they did wrong he learned). 

 “why would i be mad?” she scoffs, resting her bag in her lap as she then begins to pick up the things she keeps forgetting to get back from his abyss of a car every other time she enters his car. for example, like that vampy lipgloss from the dollar store, she keeps forgetting it, and always forgetting to take it back. 

“you just seem mad all of a sudden. i don’t know. did i suddenly fuck up, your royal highness?” satoru sighs.

“well, i’m not. you’re just reading inbetween the lines.” she glares out of the blue, and his similarly colored cerulean eyes droop at its very cold sight, like her being merely upset freezes him more than what winter may do in the essence of the common occurrence called frostbite. 

he goes back to looking away though, yet she can somehow notice a snowflake of shame as a glimmer in his eyes that she stares at quite often in the haze of her slugged drunkenness.

“so you are mad.” he states with a sigh leaving his lips after he does so.

she doesn’t respond for a moment.

“and if i am?” maybe she’s on her period satoru wonders. just maybe. 

“i drove you home though, like you wanted.” he seems to be insisting of a conversation that may drive him mad the more she could have the time to glare at him in this enclosure of a car. he shrugs, trying to open up a door that probably shouldn’t be touched. “did i forget to do something else? did you want flowers?—”

“just open the damn car door. im like a prisoner!” she responds, angrily trying to open the car’s side door after picking up her forgotten lip gloss. he grabs her wrist in a rather harsh manner, but it softens at the realization of a small wince on kana’s very face. 

“sorry—but, i wanna talk. i know you’re mad at me, but I thought we had a good time at your birthday party, and you know, i can’t understand why you’re mad all of a sudden,” he mutters, “and for being so dumb.” he

adds, and while he repeats the word ‘sorry’ like a broken cd, she knows satoru says his sorries and apologies as much as meteors appears in the very calming night of this town. or a tsunami and what not. 

satoru doesn’t intentionally hurt her. yet, it’s this time where retribution once more comes forth to punish the way kana’s senseless rambles attempt to shelter her from his notions of affection. he wants to know why he hurt her, but the countless occurrences she has pushed him away has comes to haunt her and her fragile femininity in trying to express herself currently. 

she shouldn’t need a man to help her feel better, she thinks. 

her endless polarity of moods continue to antagonize her in a manner that she will never be someone that she wants to be without agonizing over the smallest matters. it’s a shame when she looks at the worry in his eyes again that she's the cause of. 

they’re pure, and hers are troubled. she doesn’t know how to express herself in a matter of care and gentleness in which other women have been characterized to have known since their heart has beat.  

it’s easy to talk to the boy about anything but her feelings truthfully.

she looks down, because she feels the uncomfortable warmth lining her tear ducts. 

it’s weird, crying on your birthday, she thinks. especially over such a good guy like satoru, she just can’t get the words to slip as much as bile does after a crappy special night out. he carefully holds her for a moment now, as if she’s a fragile piece of glass, letting her head rest in the scent of his woody cologne.

“did you care when i was talking about that random girl earlier?”

huh? he thinks, raising a brow. she doesn’t know how else to distract him. she’s drunk. who’s going to blame her? 

“not really, but i guess it was fucked up her boyfriend cheated.” the white haired boy murmurs. “are you mad because i didn’t show interest, cause i was listening it only didn’t seem like it because—”

“because you were driving, i know.” he raises his brow at what could she be annoyed about if it’s not about that, but he stays silent. “i don’t know what i’m mad about then.”

he’s about to open his mouth but, “i don’t know. okay? maybe it’s because im buzzed. it just happened all of a sudden okay? you know i don’t cry often it’s just you know, you know? right?”

she’s repeating words like a mad man, he thinks. crying like a jester on display after a ball falls from the juggle of his rather childish act. she fits the role of one oddly enough, but he likes the spontaneity of it all. 

“so you’re upset at me because you’re drunk? because this happened all of a sudden you know?” if he says the words ‘you know’ one more time, he might bang his head. 

she nods. 

he sighs of some sort of minor relief despite not understanding it. “you’re always an emotional wreck after a beer.” he grunts, and she rolls her eyes, her fingertips obnoxiously wiping away her sudden tears as if she wasn’t wearing smokey eye makeup at the moment. 

she’s glad he’s not forcing her to say more. he’s glad himself he won’t have to provoke her to another mess of her drunken mind. he’s not equipped to deal with the mental breakdowns, but he still allows her to ramble endlessly about others, and then cry in his arms about nonsensical matters. despite him being the forbidden fruit she wants to taste his bitter lips, so she kisses satoru despite it all, savoring the sweetness of his love despite the fact suguru would kill her for dating his best friend. 

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[mimiixen]

𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

Synopsis: Gojo Satoru being you're rockstar boyfriend in a band

Pairings: Gojo Satoru X GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Notes: He's so silly fuelling my brain rot all the time. Hope you guys like this <3 constructive criticism and comments are highly appreciated. Also what song do you think they played???

The smell of ash and food, the sound of defeaning music and laughter. Yep sounded like an average college bonfire. Your friends pushed you closer towards stage where your boyfriend and his band members were getting ready to perform. The band wasn't big by any means, it was just Satoru and his best friends fucking around, but for some reason the band was very popular. You knew damn well what the reason was. Sometimes you wished your boyfriend wasn't such eye candy.

Satoru was messing with his guitar before he noticed you coming towards his direction, followed by a group of giggling admirers. He walked over to the edge of the stage and leaned down. "Hey sweets, come to watch your pretty man perform?" He asked with a cocky grin, his eyes surveying the small crowd behind eye with a slight raise in his brow.

"I'd have to come here even if you weren't performing. It is my college's event after all." You mumbled, rolling your eyes but you couldn't help the grin that appeared on your face as your eyes trailed over his figure. He was dressed so nice. The sleeveless black tanktop was doing wonders for him. Satoru smirked as you admired him before he heard Suguru calling him over for a last soundcheck. "I'll see you after the performance, yeah?" He called before running over to his best friend.

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No matter how much you complained about Satoru and his "Rockstar" antics, you couldn't help but admit that he glowed when he was on stage. His bangs lightly stuck to his forehead and sweat had gathered at the nape of his neck as the crowd cheered for his band. You found yourself lost in a sort of daze as you stared at him. He looked like he was enjoying himself immensely. He really was your pretty man.

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As soon as the performance ended Satoru ran up to you, lifting you up in his arms. "Toru! Lemme down!" You chided, tapping his arm. "You're sweaty" You complained as he set you down. "Only a little! Did you see me up on stage? Didn't I look cool?" He asked excitedly, fixing his black sunglasses. You grinned up at him as Suguru appeared behind him. "You were great up there Suguru. You sounded heavenly" You complimented the darker haired man as Gojo pouted, crossing his arms across his chest. Suguru gave you a thumbs up and a smile before disappearing into the crowd. Gojo scoffed turning to move into the crowd before you held his wrist, turning him back towards you.

"Awe baby don't go, you know I was kidding" You explained, laughing slightly as you pulled him close to you. "You were the coolest on stage." You assured him, pushing his hair out of his face. "Yeah?" He asked with a fake pout. "Yeah! My boyfriend is the coolest and the prettiest and the most awesome." You cooed, pinching his cheeks as he laughed. "I know that." He scoffed, before taking your hand in his. "I saw tons of food stalls on my way in. Come, I'll treat you to some sweets!" He offered, guiding you in a general direction as you followed him. Your pretty Rockstar bitch

[imaushuyuna]

After a stressful day of classes, meetings, and people bothering you all you want is to go home and cuddle with your partner.

As soon as you got home they could tell something was wrong with how you looked.

"you look like shit" they stated jokingly

"ha ha very funny, come cuddle me please" you begged

"damn was your day that bad?" the asked and you slowly nodded

"come on, let's go lay down" they grab your arm and start walking to your shared bedroom.

moments like this are what make you appreciate them the most.

Hanma, Wakasa, Mikey, Draken, Inupi, Ran, Atsumu, Osamu, Matsukawa, Sakusa, Konoha, Suna, Gojo, Geto, Nanami

[ninapi]

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Better Half ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

Premise: Nobara forced Yuuji to stop by a food stand every time they came back from a mission. The girl working there always entranced the youngster, causing his teammates to tease him more than usual. An odd encounter brings her a little too close to Sukuna who ends up just as smitten as his counterpart with the young beauty. Which half will get her heart? Only time will tell.

Word Count: 2381

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Old sweet Nobara…

She might be a good friend, sweet, loving teammate, yeah all that and more…but Yuuji had reasons to hate her, as much as he had reasons to love her.

Nobara loved the colorful streets of Tokyo more than anything in her life, she lived for the very little time she had to indulge in the magic of the alleys, though, every time they came out of a particularly tough mission, she would beg her loving teammates to stop by her favorite crepe stand.

“Oh c’mon! Like you don’t like going there as much as I do…More even…”

“I beg to differ…” Megumi plopped on a near by bench hoping that would stop her from walking any further.

“Ok, maybe you don’t. Cuz you’re a grandpa. But Itadori is a different story, isn’t it mate…?” her suggestive smirk made Yuuji uncomfortable to say the least.

“I mean…their crepes are really nice…so fluffy…and…flavorful…” his voice was low, so much more than his usual boisterous one, it was comical.

“Oh yeah, fluffy…definitely…” this made his cheeks turn crimson, his fidgeting getting in Megumi’s nerves.

“Gotta pee or something?”

“NO!”

“He’s just eager to see his lovely crush.”

“So he does like her, huh? I guessed as much to be honest...” heaving a defeated sigh, he got up from the bench being the one leading the team now on their way to the delicious smelling food stand.

“W-where are you going Fushigoro?!” Yuuji trailed after his friends that were currently sharing a mischievous grin like a lost little baby duck.

“Kinda hungry, man…”

“You should try the chicken one, it blew my mind…”

“GUYS! Can you stop for a second?”

“Of course not.”

The sigh that left the pink haired male made them burst into a flush of evil laughter, his sad puppy eyes and frown making him look adorable which just made it all worse for him.

“Aw, baby Itadori needs a hug. Shall we communicate his needs to the cute lady crepe chef?”

“Her name is (Y/N).”

“What? How do you know that Fushigoro? Do you like her too?”

“Too, huh? She has a name tag you moron…”

“Oh….really? I mean…”

“You mean to say you haven’t even glanced at her boobies? Wow, this is worst than I thought, I think he’s in love~” Nobara skipped her way over to the stand, dramatically moving her hands as she was a maiden in distress.

“I hate her…” his puppy eyes turned watery as he shared a look with Megumi.

“Nah…you don’t. Let’s catch up before she really tells her to hug you-“ he hadn’t even finished his sentence when Yuuji was already behind Nobara, a desperate look on his face.

“Ugh, HI!” a high pitch little scream left him, making him even more flustered, your cute giggles making him feel ridiculously happy for some reason.

“Hi~ You want the usual?” He had a usual? He realized he’s never really ordered anything, he just stares at your face from the moment he arrives until he leaves.

“Sure! It’s the best flavor ever!”

Nobara looked up with a raised eyebrow as she adds his order on the screen, “Strawberry cheesecake?”

Is that what he always ate? It was certainly good, girly as hell, but good. “Yeah, I mean is so fluffy, you should try it too, Kugisaki.”

“If you say so, I’ll get one of those then. How about you, Fushigoro? Chicken?” he just nodded, staying silent in the background assessing the situation from afar. He noticed how you’d smile at Itadori a tiny bit brighter than you did to Kugisaki, your pretty eyes sparkled so much that it made him blush, and that, was weird.

Your hands brushed Yuuji’s when you handed him his crepe, then placed the other two in a carrier and gave it over to Nobara. It was very unnecessary, yet you seemed to know how he’s always so hungry and eager, like you knew he wouldn’t wait until he arrived at a place to eat it peacefully, as if he was dying to bite onto it as soon as possible.

And right you were, his first bite was something else… his nose ended up full of wiped cream and that dorky smile of his full of crumbles.

You didn’t have to do anything about it, but you did. You leaned over the counter window and got it off his face with a wet tissue, the adoring smile you had on your face not easily missed by both of his friends.

“Sorry to break the lovey-dovey moment, but Gojo-sensei is waiting for us. We must eat them before he finds out we’ve been eating sweets without him.” she grabbed onto Yuuji’s elbow, dragging him with her like a dog on a leash.

“Ugh…(Y/N)! Thanks! It’s as good as always and I’m so clean now! Feels great! You're the best, your boss should give you a rise or something!”

“Oh for fuck sakes…shut up Itadori…you're embarrassing...”

He was now being dragged away from you by both of his embarrassed friends. His smile though, never leaving his face, just like yours didn’t for the rest of the day.

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“You went where??” Gojo was pacing back and forth in the classroom, lack of sugar being pretty evident in his current behavior making them feel even guiltier.

“We just made a little pit stop on the way, gotta eat too, you know?"

“You didn’t just make a ‘pit stop’…you went to my favorite crepe stand…and didn’t bring me anything….you’re such a soulless bunch of brats…it’s unbelievable…I’m so good with you all and you just…” his sulking increased even further, making Nobara giggle.

“You’re such a drama queen, sensei…”

“King, you mean. King of the world~”

“Ugh, I’m out of here…”

“So what’s wrong with Itadori?” stealing the last bit of his defenseless student’s crepe, Gojo sat on his chair, feet resting on his teacher desk.

“He’s in love…with an older woman…”

“She’s not an older woman!” the little snarl he gave Nobara was one that would rival a feisty tiny chihuahua, but it gave Gojo a pretty good idea of how serious this whole thing was.

“So, who’s this older woman?”

“The crepe stand girl.”

“Oh, ok Itadori’s right, she’s not an older woman…maybe a couple of years older than you at most. She’s a part-timer I believe.” the look in Yuuji’s eyes changed immediately, turning into a soft dreamy one.

“Though, you might want to keep yourself at bay, Itadori. Must I remind you the king of curses lives within you? Just thinking of sweet little (Y/N) being in danger makes me feel sick…” his words were harsh and made Yuuji recoil, he knows this, all too well, but there was no need to worry as much, is not like he was planning on confessing or something.

Without giving as much as a reply to his superior, Yuuji just left the classroom and hid himself in his own room for the rest of the day.

It was so frustrating to him how he couldn’t even have a crush, how much this curse has affected his life and how much he sometimes wished he would get to be a normal teenager once more.

To make things worse, Sukuna has been listening all this time…

Falling in love made Yuuji weak, his defenses were slowly disappearing and his mind was just somewhere else, the perfect timing to go for a little ride.

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Another mission came along the next day, it was an easy reckoning one, over after an hour or so, there was no excuse to go for crepes and for that Yuuji was grateful.

However, Sukuna himself had other plans.

Yuuji’s depressed aura as they walked past the street you worked at was the final push necessary for him to take full control of his host’s body.

“Itadori, how about we get some ice crea- 

Itadori?

Fushigoro…Itadori’s gone-“ looking around desperately there was no sign at all of their teammate.

“What? What do you mean gone?” turning around just as desperate, all he could see was a dust cloud, proof he had been there not long ago, but not just of that, but also of the fact that he had left at an incredible speed.

The amount of cursed energy coming from down the road overwhelmed the young sorcerer, his face paling instantly. “Kugisaki….Sukuna…he’s…he’s here…”

“Tch, of course, he loves coming out when Gojo-sensei isn’t here…What do we do now?”

Megumi’s face was worrying her, he’s not someone to show fear easily, it also meant he had no clue of what to do next and she wasn’t great at this sort of impromptu life saving plans.

“What’s wrong, Fushigoro? Is he going too far this time?”

He just nodded, swallowing his anxiety down, “The crepe stand…”

Now that was playing dirty…he would for sure harm you if that meant getting full control of Itadori’s body, the perfect token for blackmail.

With a frown and unshared words, both ran towards the direction emanating the ridiculous amounts of cursed energy.

Though, what they found at the scene was beyond their expectations.

You were leaning on the window, like you usually do to get closer to Yuuji, like if nothing was out of the ordinary, like he didn’t have a completely different appearance and voice, making Megumi frown with distaste.

While he was fully concentrated on your safety, Nobara had her eyes on Sukuna. Saying his demeanor was odd, would be an understatement.

His smirk was wide, his eyes mischievous, his elbows were leaning on the same windowsill as you were, his face inches from yours. “My lovely angel, would you be willing to go to the depths of hell with me? I mean, hypothetically of course…” his words made you giggle and blush.

In all honesty, you did notice the change, though you didn’t question it much, is not like you had knowledge of curses, therefore the idea of your crush being possessed by an evil curse never crossed your mind.

“Is hell a nice place?”

“It isn’t. But I would make it comfortable for you if you do agree to come with me…”

Megumi’s blood ran cold and without thinking much he grabbed Sukuna by his elbow pulling him away from you, “Itadori…you’re scaring (Y/N)…”

Truth is, he wasn’t though. 

You had a delighted face while talking to him and the flirting has been mutual the entire time.

While Yuuji’s real and sweet persona made your heart skip a beat with his cute shyness, Sukuna’s assertive and even commanding self made your knees weak. 

You didn’t really understand his change in demeanor and you even considered him having double personality, but the truth was simple, you liked both sides equally, and didn’t mind one bit if he indeed had it, he at least seemed to remember you in both states.

But you went along with Megumi’s act, as he looked quite disturbed and worried, he did know him better than you after all.

Megumi’s words seemed to stir something inside Itadori, his eyes switching from a harsh scowl to a soft worrying misty look. He was struggling to gain control back since he really didn’t want to harm the woman he loved and he knew very well what Sukuna was capable of.

“What are you talking about, brat? You like this side of me much better, don’t you gorgeous?” his playful wink made you swoon, causing Itadori’s stomach to sink just a bit.

“I like every side of you. Though, why the face painting? Are you guys performing art students?”

“Something like that…now If you excuse us, we won’t be getting any crepes today, we need to take him home, he needs a bit of…ugh…rest.”

“Think about it babe, alright? If you so wish to, I’ll make you my queen.” 

After his last statement, Yuuji finally managed to wake up and gather his bearings, he felt like crap and had no energy left within his body. With an arm around each of his friends, he was able to get back to the academy in one piece, though, his heart had taken a harsh blow. 

You liked Sukuna…but you also liked him?

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Masterlist

[zygomantic]

Nanami comforting a sad/depressed fem reader after he comes home from work. (Had a horrible day/week and need any kind of comfort)

A/n: Honestly same. Always happy to provide comfort, thank you for your request! This is very short but it is what it is. Also, reader could be considered gender neutral.

You're not alone.

Synopsis: Your husband Nanami comes home from work and finds you crying on the couch. He helps you through it.

Content Warnings: Mentioned Depression, negative thoughts

You blankly stared at the TV, which by now had been running for multiple hours. You'd spent your hours flicking through channels and streaming services, hoping to find anything interesting to pass the time until your husband came home.

Your frustration grew the longer you searched. Why did this have to be so complicated? Fuck, it just added to the pile shit that didn't work like you wanted to. Your job was stressing you out and you knew the next months weren't going to be any more relaxed. Nanami was just as busy, mission after mission keeping him away from home. You missed him but didn't fault him for doing his job.

Since this morning you were feeling down, and though you'd struggled with depression in the past, it usually didn't creep up this fast or suddenly. You knew very well that you were still recovering and that recovery wasn't a linear process, but a small part of you felt disappointed in yourself for feeling like this again.

Or maybe you felt comfortable like this. It was so easy, so familiar. If you were really on the way back to depression, you didn't think you had any strength left to pull you out of it again and forcing Nanami to help you made you feel selfish. It wasn't his problem that your mind was broken and your thoughts shitty.

It was all too much and your nose started burning, then your eyes watered and you didn't bother stopping the tears as they escaped. A headache had begun to form in the back of your head and you just sobbed harder.

By the time a key turned in the front door lock your face was soaked with tears and your eyes were red and puffy. You must've looked horrible, because Nanami's eyes furrowed as he walked into the room and saw you. You hadn't even hear him call out your name when he entered, too absorbed in your thoughts.

Nanami didn't bother hanging up his jacket, just dropped it to the floor and immediately made his way over to you. His hand was on your back, rubbing soothing circles into it as he tried to figure out what was wrong. First, however, he needed you to breathe.

"Darling, can you hear me?" His voice must've registered somewhere in your mind because you nodded, despite having already forgotten what he asked. "Good," he said, continuing his comforting. "I need you to breathe, dear. You remember the box breathing, right?" Another nod. "Alright. Now breathe in for four," he instructed and you tried to follow, not counting the seconds but still trying. "Hold for four," you did, "and exhale for four. Now pause for four."

It became easier after the first minute and Nanami walked you through every second of it. Once you'd gotten your breathing back under control, new tears threatened to escape at the though of how much of a burden you were. Always making him take care of you like you're a child or baby, how embarrassing.

"Don't." You looked up at your husband in confusion. "I can tell when you're thinking poorly of yourself. Don't do that. Please."

Your voice was quiet as you answered. "Okay." You pulled your legs up under the blanked and curled up into a ball.

Nanami's hand was still rubbing your back. "Can you tell me what caused this? What's going on? "

"I'm sorry. Sorry." Tears streaked down your face and Nanami's warm, big hand swiped them away carefully.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. We all have our off days. I'm sorry yours had to be today." His voice was so deep, so comforting, almost like a light to cling to while the rest of the world was trying to drown you.

"Work's just been..." You trailed off, not really wanting to think about all the things you had to do and the insane amount of paperwork that had to filed until the end of the not to mention the coworker that-

"Stressful?" His voice ripped you out of your thoughts again. "I get what that's like. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I- just don't leave. Please. I don't want to go back to feeling like I did months ago. I can't- I-" Your throat closed up just speaking about theast time your depression hit you hard.

"I'm not letting you do this alone. I promise." His hand pulled you into his body for a hug and you melted into him. "I'm here for you. Always."

"Thank you." He almost didn't hear you, you were so quiet. "Thank you so much."

[fandom-madness69]

can you make a scenario where gojo s/o is having a bad day and is sad so he go's and takes her out to cheer her up and he acting like his goofy self trying to make her laugh by telling her the most stupid pickup lines and saying horrible jokes (lots of fluff please!)

please and thank you!

Ahhhh finally a fluff request 😌 my hand slipped, hard

Contents: hella fluff, female reader, Satoru fluff, Satoru gets to be Satoru, bad pickup lines, terrible jokes, a game that leads to a wonderful prize at the end (spoiler alert it's not sex!)

Word Count: 3,798

Not really suitable for minors but there's no sex so read at your own discretion.

Fic begins under the break

You kicked the door to your apartment closed behind you and tossed your keys into the bowl on the nearby table where they went. Work had been terrible today. You slipped off your shoes and left them by the front door, before fishing your phone from your little clutch purse, which you also tossed in the bowl with your keys. As you meandered to the couch you scrolled your contacts to find your boyfriend's name. When Gojo, Satoru scrolled up you tapped on it and hit the call button.

"Hello sweet thing, I need just a minute before you can have all of my attention," he answered panting softly. You heard a couple of grunts and the sounds of blows deflecting off of his infinity. You yourself might not be a sorcerer, but your boyfriend did tell you about things after you had been together for a year. Now you were headed towards three years.

"Really Gojo Sensei you're going to answer your phone during a sparring session," you heard Megumi grunt out, but it was a bit muffled through the phone, as his blows deflected off infinity again.

"Yes because it's my amazing girlfriend," Satoru huffed out in a teasing tone and you could imagine him dodging backwards effortlessly on one foot. Sure, you had never seen him fight but he pulled the same dodging technique on you, when he had earned a chastising smack from you and wanted to taunt you more, instead of letting your blow deflect off of infinity. You smiled as you flopped down onto your couch, but the day you had had filled your mind and that smile quickly disappeared.

"Alright darling I'm all yours now," Satoru said his voice a bit lower but much steadier than before.

"I've had a really bad day. The boss rejected my presentation on how to move forward with the new project and accepted stupid Kaito's proposal instead. Which was basically a direct rip off of mine, with like three things changed," you said as you tossed an arm over your eyes. If it had been anyone other than your rival it wouldn't have hit this hard, but he had decided to sink to a new low this time.

"Oh, I'll be there in a few minutes. My girl needs cheering up," he said and you could almost see his face behind your closed eyes. The way his nose scrunched up with effort as he realized he was going to be teleporting that far.

"Okay but I'm warning you now, I'm not in the mood for sex," you sighed.

"And who said it was going to be about sex. I do have a side that isn't just pure sex," he cooed into the phone. You shook your head and giggled a little bit.

"Oh, we both know it's still 80% of what you think about," you teased back to him.

"Ouch baby girl that hurt. Also knock knock I'm here," he said at the same time as two knocks sounded on your front door. You pushed off the couch and shook your head again. A few minutes my ass, you thought.

"Damn teleporting sorcerer," you teased again before hanging up and pulling the door open.

"You know you love that I can teleport, don't deny it," he teased back as he pushed into your apartment, only just stepping inside the hallway. His hands swiped your keys from the bowl where they stayed and he smiled widely. It wasn't often he wore sunglasses, but today seemed like one of those rare days. He pulled them down his nose just enough that you could see his sparkling eyes over the tops.

"Go put on something less formal and then we are going out," he explained as he dangled the keys from his finger and leaned against your still open door.

"Satoru darling, I don't want to go out. I wanna cuddle and watch bad TV and eat junk," you whined and he just smiled more.

"Nope. I'm taking you on a date so go get changed and no more objections," he said firmly.

"Ugh fine but close my door, you're letting my ac out," you said as you turned to head for your room. Once inside you opened your closet and dug through your clothes. It was a warm summer day, so you were stuck deciding between a red sundress and a blue one, when you heard a cough from behind you.

"Let me guess, the blue one because it matches your eyes?" you prompted him. He smiled that wide smile, the one that made the corners of his eyes crinkle, and he nodded.

"Damn right baby," he said in a sultry tone. You quickly shed off the button-down shirt and pencil skirt right in front of him. It's not like he had never seen you undressed before, you had been together for three years after all, but he still reacted the same way.

"Oh, my heart," he gasped out as he clutched his chest dramatically. He feigned swooning into the doorframe and you couldn't help but chuckle. You pulled the blue dress over your head and shot him a playful glare.

"You've seen me like this plenty of times," you said as you shook your head but you still giggled because he wasn't done, apparently. Once the dress was hugging your body he started to pant like a dog. He pulled the glasses off and bit the end of one side in mock seduction.

"Oh, my lord Satoru," you scoffed out but couldn't help the smile on your face. He stopped his antics but was also still smiling.

"You're just as sexy every time Princess, I can't help that you make me go feral over the simplest things," he said and his voice was laced with real seduction this time. You shook your head and smiled as you pulled on a simple pair of sandals.

"Come on you animal, you said a date and I'm holding you to that," you giggled as you pushed past him in the doorway. He pushed his sunglasses back into place and waited until you turned to check if he was following you.

"Yes ma'am," he teased as he gave you a really bad mock salute. You laughed again and shook your head some more, causing the tight bun you kept your hair in to loosen a bit. He started after you and when he caught up he scooped your hand up in his.

Once you were in your car, with Satoru behind the wheel at his insistence, you couldn’t help the way your mind drifted back to work. You had gone first with your presentation, and even the board members present had loved it. Then Kaito had gone. Everyone had easily glared over the fact that his presentation was a direct copy of his because of the three changes. They were shady but saved the company thousands of Yen.

“I can tell you’re thinking about your day again,” Satoru said as he placed a hand on your knee. He squeezed it reassuringly and you gave him a small smile.

“It just sucks that they gave into doing shady shit in the sake of saving money, right in front of my face Toru,” you huffed out before staring out your window.

“Alright, that’s it it’s time to turn the Gojo, Satoru charm up to an eleven,” he said rather proudly.

“You’re third person speechifying again,” you said trying to hide your smile.

“And you’re using alliterations like Scrooge McDuck again,” he said in a really terrible Scottish accent. You laughed loudly and turned to look at him. His eyes flickered over to you, though he didn’t really need to look at you, and smiled.

“You are so fucking terrible with accents, it’s like the one thing you’re actually really bad at,” you said still laughing.

“You love my bad accents,” he teased.

“I do. Also-,” you started but he held up a finger.

“Don’t do it,” he warned playfully.

“That wasn’t technically-,” he cut you off by pressing the finger to your lips. You kissed it and he chuckled. You gently grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away a little bit.

“That wasn’t technically an alliteration dear,” you finished as you squeezed his hand in yours.

“Why must you hurt me in these ways,” he joked as he brought the car to a stop in front of a large building, that didn’t look abandoned but it also didn’t look occupied.

“Where are we?” you asked as you tried to crane your neck to get a good look at the front of the building but it gave away none of its secrets.

“This is an amazing little place I discovered on my own one day. You’re going to love it,” was all he said before he got out of the car to pay for the street parking.

“Your adventure awaits my Princess,” he announced as he opened your door, held out a hand for you and bowed comically low. You blushed but accepted his hand as you got out of the car.

“Must you be so dramatic?” you asked and this earned you a playful glare from over the top of his sunglasses.

“I must if it means you smile, laugh and forget about your bad day,” he stated as he tugged you forward by your hand. You followed him through the tinted glass doors and once inside your jaw hit the floor.

You had been in a few cat cafes but none like this. There was the usual low tables, cushioned floor seats, cat trees, dozens of cats and even more toys. But this place was also an indoor garden. The lighting, that wasn’t for the plants specifically, was fairy lights. Ivy covered the walls. Every kind of flower that wasn’t deadly to cats grew in pots and planter boxes everywhere. A few trees stretched up to the high ceiling and you could see platforms built into the trees. A net stretched underneath the whole platform as well as the rope bridge style stairs leading up.

“I want to sit up there,” you said breathlessly as you couldn’t help but smile.

“I knew you would,” was all he said before flagging down a waitress. You took in every last flower and cat you could lay your eyes on as she led you to the stairs to go up to the treehouse seating. If it wasn’t for Gojo’s hand in yours you would have either been left behind or ran face first into some kind of obstacle you might have missed from not paying attention.

Once you were up on the treehouse level you noticed that there were in fact, cats up here as well as Sakura blossom bonsais on every table. You turned to look at Satoru who only smiled brightly again as he saw the excitement in your eyes.

No sooner than you sat down an orange cat climbed in your lap, curled up and started purring. The waitress looked at the cat in amazement for a few seconds before handing Satoru the drink menus.

“Sorry for staring it’s just that’s one of our more temperamental cats, so it’s incredibly rare to see him interact with anyone let alone start purring that fast,” she explained. You blushed as you scratched the cat behind his ears. You watched as his eyes slowly shut and felt his purr intensify in your lap.

“So alcoholic or non alcoholic,” Satoru asked and you looked up to notice the waitress had already left.

“I’d really like some tea after the day I’ve had,” you said as you looked down at your drink menu and saw it was basically a small book. Satoru reached over and opened it right to the teas section.

“You just pick your flavor and they bring you the tea, a pot of hot water, a little set up to keep the water hot, obviously cups, cream or milk and sugar or alternative sweeteners,” he explained as you looked over the large selection of teas.

“Are you two ready to order your drinks?” the waitress asked as you had gotten halfway through the tea selection. You had decided on what you wanted within the first page and we’re just checking out the rest of the selection, while keeping one hand constantly petting the cat who had since fallen asleep.

“I’ll take a bottle of rosé for the table,” Satoru said. You looked up and raised an eyebrow at him.

“And I’ll have the mint and lavender tea,” you said as you handed the drink menu back. She wrote down your drinks and disappeared again.

“Why the rosé of all things,” you asked voicing your earlier eyebrow raise.

“Because I actually like the way it tastes and wine drunk me is more flirty and less horny,” he explained. A white cat with black patches all over it climbed up onto the table and nudged Satoru’s hand. He absentmindedly rubbed the cats cheeks as he kept looking at you.

“That makes sense,” you said as you felt something nudge your side. You looked down to see an all-white, very fluffy cat with bright blue eyes looking up at you. It meowed at you before headbutting your side again.

“The only rule with the cats here is you aren’t allowed to just pick them up randomly. If they come to you and you pick them up to hold or move from your table that’s fine,” Gojo explained while you adjusted your hands to pet both of the cats. You thought about it for a second before you scooped up the white cat, who seemed to want this exact thing, and turned her face to Satoru’s. You could feel when you picked her up that she was pregnant.

“Look Toru she’s got your eyes,” you said and he just smiled more. Unbeknownst to you those words had sent a daydream crashing into Satoru’s head, one in which you were holding a tiny newborn baby girl and saying the same thing. He shook the sweet thought from his head and smiled even harder as he watched you coo at the white cat. She was even pushing her face into yours.

“I want to play a game,” he said plainly and set his phone in the middle of the table.

“Okay Jigsaw,” you responded with a snort of laughter as you set the white cat in your lap next to the orange one who was still sleeping. Neither cat seemed bothered by the others presence and you secretly wondered if the orange cat was the father of the white cats kittens, because how cute would those babies be.

“In all seriousness I have an idea. I’m going to tell you bad jokes, good jokes, cheesy pick-up lines, and bad pick-up lines. If you laugh I get a point, if you don’t laugh you get a point. Whoever wins gets final say on which one of these three apartments we will be moving into together,” he said and held up his phone where you could see three tabs opened on the browser. You could just barely see different parts of each apartment before he set the phone back down.

“Wait are you asking me to move in with you?” you asked as the waitress reappeared with a small tray in her hands. She silently set down your tea stuff and Satoru’s wine before backing away.

“I am but I’m also turning it into a game so I can help you completely forget about today. Plus, it gives me an excuse to watch you laugh and cringe,” he said as he popped open his wine. He poured half a glass before taking a sip.

“That sounds like so much fun, I’m so in,” you said. His grin nearly split his face in two and he pulled his sunglasses off. He laid them on the table and picked up his phone. One hand stayed on the patched cat that had yet to leave your table.

“Oh, that’s a good one,” he mused before clearing his throat, “You look familiar. Were we eve in the same class before? I could swear we had chemistry.” His eyes met yours halfway through the pickup line not wanting to miss your reaction.

“Okay that was actually really good,” you giggled out as the female cat fell asleep with her head resting on the back on the orange cat. You knew they were at least comfortable with each other because the orange cat never stopped purring in his sleep.

“Score one for Gojo,” he said as you rolled your eyes at the third person speech again. The waitress appeared with small menus in her hands and waited for you two to acknowledge her.

“Would you two like our appetizer menu or our pastries menu,” she asked once you looked up at her.

“Appetizers,” you said.

“Pastries,” Satoru said at the exact same time. The waitress blushed a little bit and handed you both the menu you had requested before bowing and leaving again.

“Roses are red,” Satoru started as you looked over the menu, “violets are blue. With a smile like that, looks like I’m doomed,” he read out dramatically. You simply smiled and stuck out your tongue.

“That one’s just facts babe,” you said earning a huff from him.

“Point for Y/N,” he said and thumbed through the menu for a few seconds. You had decided on a small sample platter with your favorite types of foods on it and poured yourself more tea.

“I’m learning about important dates in history. Want to be one of them~?” He watched you expectantly. You let out a loud snort and choked on your tea.

“Point Gojo,” he said as he laughed at the tea running down your chin. He reached over and cleaned your chin with a napkin before you could even start to reach for one. You kissed his fingers in thanks.

This went on for a little while as you placed your first food order and waited for it. Satoru would tell you a cheesy pickup line and you’d either laugh or cringe. When the food showed up you two put the game on hold to eat in comfortable silence, all three cats at your table were now asleep.

“Okay so far you’re losing by three points,” he said when the waitress had disappeared with the dished from the first course.

“This game is totally rigged. You’re basically only telling jokes that you know I’ll laugh at,” you complained though you weren’t actually upset.

“And how could I not? You not only had a bad day but your laugh is so beautiful. Almost every time you laugh at least four people, both men and women mind you, look at you with sappy little smiles on their faces,” he explained. You blushed and looked away from him.

“What did the fish say when he swam into the wall? Dam.” Earned him a laugh from you that almost silenced the whole restaurant. You swatted his arm over this of course because that shouldn’t have been that funny.

This was how the whole rest of the two hours you two spent eating and drinking at the restaurant went on. Satoru would tell bad jokes or cheesy pickup lines and you’d react.

“Two muffins were in an oven. One turned to the other and said, ‘Wow it’s pretty hot in here.’ The other one shouted, ‘Wow, a talking muffin!’” This one even got someone else at a nearby table to laugh along with you.

Every now and again when you laughed your eyes would flicker around the area and notice some people watching you.

“Okay I think if I eat another bite I’ll pop,” you said as the waitress disappeared with the dishes from your latest course.

“Yeah me too,” he said and leaned back on one hand. About twenty minutes ago both of the cats in your lap had woken up. They had taken one look at each other and since then the orange one was grooming the white one.

“So, who won,” you asked. You had never seen if he was actually keeping score and was surprised when he flipped his phone around. In the notes app there was your name and his name with tallies underneath them. You noticed you had five more than he did.

“What can I say some of those jokes definitely sound better on paper,” he shrugged as he flipped back to the browser on his phone and handed it to you.

“You look over them while I go downstairs and pay. You can tell me which one you chose when you get back,” he said before pushing up to his feet.

You looked over each of the apartments. Where one of them lacked amenities it made up for it in size. You were looking over the third one, which seemed to be the best of them all, when the cats apparently decided they had indulged in enough human time. They both leapt from your lap and disappeared into the café.

“Alright which one,” Satoru asked as he stood next to you.

“This one,” you said as you showed him the third apartment. This one was in the middle on size and amenities out of the three of them. It had a fireplace too and that really sold you. Wintertime was the best but you also knew central heating wasn’t the strong suit of apartments around here.

“I figured as much. If we hurry we can be handed the keys this Friday,” he said as he helped you stand up. You two headed for the stairs as you thought about it.

“You really want me to move in with you,” you asked without looking back at him. You finished descending the stairs in silence as Satoru seemed to want to answer the question when he could see your face. You two stepped out of the café and into the deep sunset. When you turned to face him he finally answered you.

“I absolutely do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Fuck Princess I almost proposed in there but I decided to take it slowly. So please say you’ll move in with me,” he explained as he held your face softly in his hands.

“Of course, I’ll move in with you Satoru,” you hummed as he peppered your face with kisses.

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” he said before placing a soft but deep kiss on your lips.

“Now come on. Let’s get back to your apartment so we can start planning this move,” he said as he tugged you over to your car. You laughed as you followed along behind him, the shitty workday completely forgotten.

Please do not reupload this anywhere. If anyone ever sees my original work uploaded anywhere please let me know. I only post here for now. One day I might actually move things over to my Ko-fi

[cynoswifey]

Yuji Itadori headcanons!

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Before bed he'll cuddle you and you'll both talk about the most random things

Bear hugs like you better watch out. Itadori will just run up from behind you and give you the most tight hug ever.

He sometimes ask Kugisaki about what to get you as a random gifts

When you both shower together you both make beards with the soap. Sometimes Yuji will make imitations of Fushiguro

He loves watching movies at nights while eating popcorn

So we know he can be indecisive when getting dressed so he would ask you to help me out. We also know he doesn't like hoodies so if your the type of person who does Itadori loves seeing you in them

Plays with your hair sometimes and he would also try to style it for you. Would also help you if you decided to match him and dye your hair salmon.

Your biggest supporter for everything and anything.

If you both can't sleep pillow fights that can last all night. On the topic of pillows Itadori love making pillow forts

He hates it when you worry for him but how could you not. Yuji would give up his life protecting everyone so of course your gonna worry but when you do he gives you a hug and tells you that everything is going to be ok.

Yuji is a very quick learner so he would learn what ticks you off and what you love

Anything that you cook especially if it's rice or anything with noodles will not last long in front of him

He's popular and liked by people he meets but he still is incredibly loyal to you. Honestly he's is of the most loyal boys

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Reblogs likes, and request are appreciated!

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[tsukimefuku]

in my shoes ❖ nanami kento

summary: you get severely injured while on one of your first missions with nanami.

wc: 1.1K

tags: jujutsu kaisen, light Nanami x oc/reader, angst, some fluff if you squint, mentions of injure.

notes, etc: just a little drabble i thought about to help me write "toxic endeavors". wound up bigger than expected (and in the collection).

❖ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

Why would she ever do this, was all that Nanami could think when he brought you in for Shoko. Your entire body was in disarray, broken bones sprinkled across from head to toe, and his usually neat blue shirt was completely covered in blood — your blood.

Shoko's eyes widened as she saw Nanami carrying you inside, and she pointed at a gurney while asking for an explanation with her glance.

"We were jumped by two different curses we weren't expecting, and she took the hit in my place" was the answer he mustered to say as he laid your unconscious body for Shoko to work her magic.

She hovered her hands on top of you, and Nanami sat back, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose painfully.

"What's her prognosis?"

"I don't know, Nanami" Shoko replied, already applying RCT on your most critical wounds, both internal and external. "But she can RCT herself, so I figure I just have to do enough for her to wake up, then she can RCT herself too."

Nanami wasn't sure as to what felt worse in this whole situation.

You revealed yourself as a fine colleague, on top of being a good company when you weren't hellbent on your antics at him. The few missions he had gone on by your side were pleasant and allowed the both of you to finish work earlier. Losing a colleague — even one he had barely been working with for two months or so — usually wouldn't hit him that hard. However, not only were you under his guidance, rendering him directly responsible for your wellbeing in the field, he also carried a lot of guilt regarding you, specifically, due to past failures.

It felt like it would be the last nail in the coffin for you to die because of his inability to help you once again.

***

You had been unconscious for about four hours, and Nanami still sat inside that room, staring at you, waiting for any kind of movement or sign you were about to wake up. Frustrating all of his expectations, your body laid flat and unmoving on the gurney, even after Shoko healed you to the extent her RCT could.

"You know, staring won't make her heal any faster" Shoko said, while she leaned against the wall. "She's stable. You can leave, I'll let you know when she wakes up."

He sighed, and remained still, right where he had been sitting ever since he brought you in.

"Soooo, what happened?" Gojo said, coming inside the room unceremoniously. It took one look at you for him to go, "oh. Shit."

Oh shit, indeed, Nanami thought to himself.

"She's stable, we're just waiting for her to wake up" Shoko replied.

"I don't understand why she ever thought that doing this was a good idea" Nanami sighed, pulsing headache around his temples. Nearly every muscle in his body was clearly tense, and Shoko took note of that.

"You really are concerned about her" she said, and it wasn't a question.

Nanami diverted his gaze to face her for a moment, before looking back at you.

"I was given the rare chance to right an old wrong, and it seems I've failed once again. That's all there is to it" he answered.

"She'll be fine. She always finds a way" Gojo replied, hands in his pocket, more relaxed than everyone else in the room. That slightly rubbed Nanami the wrong way, and he became annoyed.

"There is no 'finding a way' in breaking nearly every bone in your body, along with massive internal injuries."

"That is not what I meant," Gojo retorted, pulling his phone from his pocket to casually check on his texts.

"Then, what did you mean?" Nanami asked, irritated.

"What I meant was that if she chose to do this, then she probably had a good reasoning to do so. She's not irresponsible or reckless, much to the contrary," he answered, putting the phone away.

Nanami sighed. Even a broken clock can be right twice a day, and so was Gojo when he said this. You were many things, but reckless was not one of them.

"Hm... What is..."

Nanami got up immediately at the sound of your voice and walked towards your gurney, resting a hand on its side.

Your eyes opened slowly, and you awoke to the sight of a giant blond man looking at you, his impassive chiseled face slightly torn with worry.

You braced yourself for the chastising to come, as you slowly remembered what happened and began to RCT yourself. Every nook and cranny of your body pulsed with pain, and even breathing was a labor-intensive task, diminishing by the second with your own healing.

"Why would you take the hit in my place? That was incredibly irresponsible and put us both in a dire position" Nanami chided, not noticing how hard he was pressing his fingers around the gurney's side support. 

Mindlessly, you put your hand over Nanami's, sending pins and needles all over your arm. Bad idea.

You thought you saw him glancing rapidly at both your hands before you began to answer, as his hand softly relaxed under your touch.

"Because healing someone else is only about 40% as effective as healing oneself" you began, "and I knew I couldn't tank both curses in your place if you got injured or knocked out."

You took a moment to breathe before continuing, but just as his hand did, his gaze had softened too. 

"I figured that, by taking the hit, you'd be unscathed and able to exorcise both curses, then bring me to Shoko. I began RCT as soon as I got hit, just in case I passed out, and knew that after Shoko woke me up, I'd be able to heal myself properly."

Gojo let out a small chuckle.

"We need to be strategic, right?" You asked, looking directly at Gojo.

"See? I told you," he said, looking at Nanami.

Nanami, on the other hand, was at a loss for words. Your reasoning did make perfect sense, and he wondered.

"If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?" You inquired, hissing slightly at a sudden shooting ache throughout your body.

He sighed and closed his eyes, nodding. "I would've done the same."

You mustered some strength to smile.

"I'm glad you acknowledged it."

"That doesn't mean, however, that you shouldn't be more careful or consider other better options when a similar situation arises again," Nanami replied.

You scoffed. "I will make no such promise, but I will try to be more careful. Does that sound good enough?"

"Not so..." Nanami began speaking, and you twisted your face at him. He sighed. "Fine. Good enough for now."

You smiled at him, winking.

"Thank you. I promise to try to do better next time this happens."

You didn't.

[elismullet]

Gojo begged like his life depended on it and for some reason he thought it did

“please baby. You can’t do this to me” he even took off his blindfold so you could see the fake tears welling up in his eyes. You merely scoffed “Satoru, give it up. Your begging isn’t gonna work” but he was persistent. If he had to throw a tantrum, he would “nooo, you can’t! I beg you. One chance. Just give me one more chance. I promise I’ll be good baby” his head hung low as he pleaded with his hands clasped in front of him. You could hear the fake sniffles and it was ridiculous that such a man could be crying over something so small

“Satoru it’s only 48 dollars for the rent. You’re not broke. Pay up” you held your hand out and he looked at you. Sulking, like how dare you upgrade your property so fast “you’re the worst person to play monopoly with” you didn’t feel bad as he handed you the colored bills “at least you won’t have to worry bout going broke in real life” you said, tryna make him feel a lil better but he was petty “with how much I’m spoiling you, I might have to- ow!” He covered the part of his head you just smacked “No one’s asking you to spend your money so carelessly on me Satoru! Now stop sulking and roll the dice”