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3:36pm — gojo satoru;

perhaps it's because gojo has never needed to drive, that makes him so bad at it.

you clutch the handle on the car door with a deathly grip as gojo manhandles the steering wheel, a cheerful tune on his lips. one elbow rested on an open window, the other casually caressing the wheel, his feet playing toesies with both the brake and the accelerator, you wonder if this was the end for you. at least he was wearing his sunglasses today.

what kind of confidence allows him to drive one handed, you wonder, but the thought is quickly rammed into the crevices of your mind as the car takes another sudden turn. you think you vaguely hear gojo hum a quick "oops, almost missed the exit!" but you'd rather believe he didn't.

you can't even focus on the scenery as it darts past the window, but it looks akin to something from a scifi film when an eager cast of space pilots jump a wormhole. except you’re neither an astronaut nor in space, you’re just an unfortunate soul stuck in a car driven by your best friend.

"that wasn't so bad." gojo chuckles, sparing getou and shoko a glance through the mirror.

"was that the grim reaper i saw around that past corner?" shoko asks, holding her cigarette with a shaky hand. you've never seen her tremble like that before.

"you saw it too?" getou groans, almost taking up the entire space in the backseat as he was previously relocated when gojo decided to take up the challenge of tackling an intersection. "my whole body is sweating. i don’t think i’ve ever sweated this hard in my life"

"don't get your gross germs in my car. and shoko, where did the cigarette come from? didn't i tell you no smoking inside?" gojo complains. his eyes flicker back on his best friend as he doesn’t receive an answer. "i'm being serious, getou, don't sweat on my car, i just got it today!"

"so why are you testing fate with every corner?" your words raise an octave as you look forward again, gojo's car swerving around another one incoming. "gojo, watch out!"

the driver’s face through the tinted window of the other car reflects your own as they barely skim the encounter. an angry voice pokes out from the window but the noise is lost as gojo drives on, completely unfazed.

a series of beeps chase after gojo’s car, and amidst the chaos, was that a siren? the right side of the car flies up as gojo rides over the curb before settling harshing back on the asphalt road. he glances over his shoulder and mutters: “who put a tree in the middle of the road?” under his breath.

your fingers dig into the car door. they hover over the handle, ready to flick it open and jump out.

"eyes on the road!" getou calls from the back.

"my parents told me it's impolite to not look the person you're talking to in the eye!" gojo all but sings.

"let me out." shoko says quietly, and when she's ignored she says it again. "gojo, let me out!"

"you're driving on the wrong side!” your shriek comes out unprepared. “move over the line!"

"it's a double line, that's illegal."

"are you serious? tell me you're not serious. hurry up and move, there's a car coming!"

“i think we’re being chased!”

"stop the car, i want out!"

"we're not even at the school yet, i can't stop now."

someone had to stop him.

"gojo!" you scream. "i want to stop by the convenience store, stop the damn car!"

he glances over at you and you really wish he didn't, because he has to spin the wheel a whole 360 and more to miss a parked car. "why didn't you say so? of course we can stop. now that you mention it, i'm craving icecream."

"i'll get you all the icecream you want if you could just pull over." getou offers from the back. glancing back, you see a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"getou, your sweat." you sob and he hastily rubs it away.

"i'm sorry gojo, please don't keep driving because of this."

gojo huffs. "i already said i was stopping. why is everyone acting so weird today?"

the car revs, swerves and spins completely around, throwing you out of your seat. “i saw a store back this way.” the driver says.

getou dominos over on top of shoko who can no longer vocally complain as her throat was seized by fear. you look over at the maniac who caused this situation and realise it was him making the woop woop! noise. you had thought you were hallucinating.

gojo approaches the carpark, yet to everyone's dismay he doesn't slow. "trust me guys, i saw this move in a dream." when no one says anything, he decides its because he needs to clarify. "it was prophetic."

the car continues, accelerates even, as he beelines towards a single parking slot sandwiched between two other cars. there's no way, you think, but gojo was always about doing the impossible. was that shoko praying in the backseat? you didn’t realise she was religious.

just as you were sure you were going to crash, gojo spins the wheel, jerking the car around before reversing straight into the parking slot.

your head slams against the headrest painfully before being forcefully yanked upwards again. the momentum knocks the air out of your lungs and you gasp. distantly, you hear getou groan in pain and when you look back, you find shoko on the floor.

"so?" gojo turns to smile at you, brightly. "how was it?"

you smile back and throw up all over him.

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Papa Gojo when he first took in Megumi headcannons

Literally a high schooler now raising two children

The first night Megumi and Tsumiki are with him he's like "what do you want to eat?" Before realizing the only thing is his kitchen is a half eaten tube of Pringle chips

"Who wants to go on an adventure to the convenience store!"

Megumi is not amused

They have to wake him up the next morning because they are hungry and mf is sleeping in

Most definitely asks them if they want coffee, he's not used to kids so he just sees them as small adults for some reason

They ask him to read them a goodnight story and he's like "tf is that??" He genuinely does not know because of his childhood

"Can't you read it yourself?" -Gojo

"I can't read." -Megumi

"...........pffffft" -Gojo

In the end he felt bad and did it

Awkwardly stands with all the moms after school to pick up his two adopted kids

As much as he groans about having to take care of them he genuinely begins to love those two and almost cried when Megumi slipped up and called him "papa" (Tsumiki always did lol)

Feels bad about getting home late so he always gets them gifts when he goes out

Takes them to cool places whenever he can and has Tsumiki on his shoulders and Megumi is reluctantly holding his hand

I love found family omgggg😭😭

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picnics

in which mother nature decides picnics are no good without a little rain

a/n: hi hi ! how are you all? i hope well <3 sorry for taking literal months to get to this request i hope you’re still around to find this anon !! let me know what y’all think :]

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there’s a sort of deeply romantic aspect about picnics. a plush blanket beneath you, reaching only so far before the blades of grass peak over, tickling at your legs if you don’t scoot in closer. there’s a small array of foods and snacks splayed infront of the two of you, the basket you’d bought only 30 minutes ago overflowing with sweets that your lover had bought in a haste.

“we have to go fast! what if someone takes our spot!” satoru had cried out, loading your shopping cart in a frenzy of moves before rushing you to the self checkout. you kept up as best you could, his much longer legs making significantly larger slides than your smaller ones, almost jogging to stay next to him.

“it isn’t that serious” you laughed, slowing down to catch your breath before he turned to look at you, his mouth falling open.

“this is our romantic spark we are talking about! the spontaneous-ness of our relationship!” you rolled your eyes at his words, smiling as you agreed with him and walked with him to self checkout, loading the car up and heading to the park you were currently at.

“this is nice” you smiled, your head in satoru’s lap as he finished off the last chocolate covered strawberry, humming in agreement before wiping his hands and smiling down at you.

“didnt i pick such a great spot?” he’s grinning at your nod of approval, relishing in the way the sunlight bathed your body. your hair was messed up from the wind, but he thought it made you more charming.

you sat up, crossing your legs and letting out an ‘oomph’ sound when satoru practically threw his head in your lap, looking at you with bright eyes behind his sunglasses.

“play with my hair?” he asked, already fluttering his eyes closed before you answered, knowing you’d never refuse him.

“course angel boy” you replied, your hands finding their way to his snowy locks, easily carding through the soft strands. “you’re so pretty” you whisper, gojo’s ear peeking up at your compliment.

“you’ve been using my shampoo haven’t you?” you accuse, causing one of his eyes to open and look at you.

“conditioner too” he quipped, grinning as you smacked his chest, “ow!” he groaned, you only scoffed at him, hitting him again and causing a smile to form in his lips.

“as if that hurt at all you wimp!” you laughed. watching as he sat up, a pout replacing his smile.

“you wound me with your words, lover of mine” his face falling for dramatic effect, you can’t stop the laughter that shakes your whole body, throwing your arms around satoru as you continue laughing loudly.

gojo doesn’t struggle, easily falling on his back and laughing along with you, wheezes and squeaks soon being the only noises heard from the two of you.

then, a bolt of lightning, a loud crack and boom. the two of you staring at each other, then the food infront of you, and locking eyes again.

it’s too late when you both reach for the food, fat raindrops falling quickly and relentlessly on both of you and the food.

“the candy!” satoru cries, reaching for it and shoving it in the basket, closing it and trying to shield it from the pouring rain.

he glanced over at you, deciding in that moment he cared about nothing else but you.

you who was smiling and giggling as the rain soaked your clothes, your hair sticking to your face, droplets of water running down your neck when you turn to look at your lover, laughing when you see the small frown on his lips.

“your theatrics caused this” you accuse teasingly, laughing when gojo smiled back at you, throwing his head back in laughter.

he’s living up to his pet name in that moment, the white hair sticking to his forehead, strands soaking and dripping water, there’s a droplet on his nose bound to fall any second. his black tshirt is sticking to his skin, you can see the soft outline of his muscles when he flexes a bit, abs visible if you stare just a bit too much.

it’s not long before he’s taking his phone out, playing stupidly romantic music and yanking you up to stand.

“we have to dance in the rain!” he speaks excitedly, practically glowing as he leads you to the beat of the music, the two of you laughing at the comments the other makes.

there’s another loud clap of thunder that has you jumping, your head hitting Gojo’s nose.

“oh my god sorry!” you cry out, taking a hold of his chin and making him face you, making sure he wasn’t bleeding, breath hitching at how gorgeous he looked.

“staring at my pretty face?” he grins, eyes glinting when your hand moves from his chin to tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“who said you had a pretty face to stare at?” there’s a lilt to your voice, you’re biting back a smile and he knows it.

“oh i dunno, just this very beautiful person i go on spontaneous picnics with” he smiles, his hands shaking around your waist and pulling you close, the rain still going strong as he crashes his lips onto yours.

your lips are moving in sync, his tongue swiping your bottom lip, when another clap of thunder causes you to jump, biting down on his bottom lip.

the two of you pull away, satoru laughing at the concern etched in your features, assuring you he’s fine, chasing your lips for more kisses.

the two of you end up in the car with drenched clothes, soggy candy and a dripping wet blanket, a satisfied sigh leaving either of your guys’ lips as the warm air hit your bodies.

“fun picnic” you laughed, watching as gojo reversed out of the parking spot, his hand places behind your headrest, his muscles practically straining against the wet t shirt.

“much more wet than i anticipated” he smiled, “but fun” a dazzling smile on his face as he drove home, the two of you hurrying in under the still pouring rain, rushing to change out of your wet shoes and drenched clothes.

“i heard it’s good to take a warm bath after getting caught in the rain” satoru speaks, “especially with your amazing awesome pretty boyfriend” a grin on his face as he takes his shirt off and throws it in the washing machine alongside your clothes.

“who said that?” you question, a brow raised as you slip on one of satoru’s t shirt and some clean shorts.

“experts say” he confirms, a much to believable look on his face that has you smiling.

“does this expert happen to be the ‘awesome amazing cute boyfriend’ in question?” you’re almost standing chest to chest now, he smiling down at you as he nods.

“pretty boyfriend” he corrects, “maybe we should check and make sure my idea is correct” mischief and excitement swirling in his bright eyes as you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“in the name of science of course” you state, already walking to the restroom.

“of course” he beams, hot on your heels, his heart growing in size as you look back at him, bright smile on your face and a look of love on your face.

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Veiled Allure — Gojo Satoru

synopsis: It is your wedding day and you finally get to meet your spouse.

content: f!reader, arranged marriage

author's note: Gojo is such a fun character to write. I hope you enjoy this short piece! („• ֊ •„)

PART TWO

You took slow, deliberate steps towards the altar, your heart pounding in your chest like a war drum. The weight of tradition and expectation pressed heavily on your shoulders, and you couldn't shake the apprehension that had settled within you. How had you ended up here?

You were the child of a clan head affiliated with the Gojo clan. You had hoped that being the youngest of four siblings would grant you some reprieve from political unions. Yet, fate had decided otherwise. You remember the shock that had come when your father informed you of your engagement. You had fought against it initially, determined to forge your own path, but your father had said that both of the clans had already agreed. Resistance was futile.

With every step closer to Satoru, your betrothed, the knots in your stomach tightened. His presence only intensified your nerves. The charismatic Gojo prodigy was an enigma.

Satoru was two years your senior. You had never had the chance to interact with him on a personal level as an underclassman student of the sister school, Kyoto Jujutsu High. You had heard many tells in your high school years from your seniors about the aloof Gojo Satoru. It seemed that his reputation preceded him, and now you were about to be bound to him for life.

Arriving at the altar, you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing pulse. You could see your kneeling soon to be husband and found yourself momentarily lost in the depths of his eyes. They were a striking shade of blue, vibrant and captivating. You noticed how they widened as his eyes took you in from head to toe. In that moment you were thankful that your face was obscured, the veil helping to hide the flush that dusted across your cheeks. You didn’t know what to do when Gojo Satoru was looking so appreciatively, interest so plain in his gaze. You stiffly took your place seated beside him.

The priest began the ceremony. His words droned on but it seemed that Satoru wouldn’t stop staring. You turned to him and he smirked at you in response when he knew that he had your attention.

“You seem rather amused.” You whispered to him, “Is my discomfort truly that entertaining?"

"Oh, my dear, it's not just your discomfort. It's the way you've managed to captivate my attention without saying a single word."

"Well, I suppose I should consider that a skill in itself. Perhaps I should add 'silent enchantress' to my resume."

Satoru actually laughed, the priest stumbling in his oration. You ducked your head when he cast a quelling glance in your direction, reprimanding you and your soon to be husband.

"I can already tell this marriage will never be dull. Let's make it a partnership worth gossiping about, shall we?"