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Gojo x reader "The Thing About Love"

summary: gojo broke up with you. what now?

content warnings: breakup/sad, angst, deviations from gojo’s past arc

word count: 736

note: hi lovelies, a short one for y'all today! Let me know if you want a part 2

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When it ended, it didn’t really.

How could it have ended, when you were still texting paragraphs begging him to stay?

How could it have ended, when he was still replying to every single one? Your golden first love. Everything you ever wanted.

What do you do when the thing you want the most doesn’t want you back? What do you do when he does and still won’t do a thing to keep you?

✧✧✧

When Gojo broke up with you, you weren’t surprised. It only takes so many fights for love to break.

Except you still couldn’t breathe when you looked at him.

You stayed calm when you asked jokingly, “You’re not breaking up with me, are you?” and he didn’t respond.

You stilled yourself when he sat you down and started his spiel. “I just want you to know that none of this was your fault. And it wasn’t because of this trip (wasn’t it though? You had fought the entire week). I just don’t feel we’re right for each other.”

You forced yourself to smile. Sadly, because that was appropriate, but smile all the same. “Okay,” you said. Because what else could you have said?

There was the one thing.

“It’s just, I love you,” you said, softly. You were resigned.

Until he made a face you’d never seen before. It was the most in pain you’d ever seen him. Oh, how much he still loved you.

“I love you, too,” he said, eyes watering, face contorted.

And then you had to hug him, wrap around him the way you did, fit him as perfectly as it had been the first time. You hoped he could feel the way your bodies were meant for one another, and the physical evidence would be enough to keep him. He sobbed into the crook of your neck and kissed every inch of your shoulder. You thought you convinced him.

But then he pulled away and looked at you, and you knew you’d convinced him of nothing.

✧✧✧

Everything you could have done flooded you that night. Panic overwhelmed you as the end set in. You fought for your love. You had to. You always did and he always came back. You clung to him in the hotel bed, and you thought the fact that he didn’t force you out was proof that he didn’t really want this. He still loved you. You knew that. You just had to convince him that was enough.

“I love you,” you said, over and over. “I love you.” And he said it back, every single time. So the two of you passed the entire night this way, sobbing and professing your love, holding each other so tightly your breaths caught in synchroneity.

In the morning he got up before you. You clutched at the sheets and something in you emptied when all you seized was fabric. You knew he hadn’t left, not yet, because you had a flight to catch together back to Tokyo. But the fact that he wasn’t there to kiss you good morning cemented in your mind that he was already gone.

Still you had to try.

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and hoping for a different result. But you were in love.

“I love you,” you sobbed. “Can’t we just try again?”

“Not this time.” His words should have snuffed all hope in you, but his voice cracked from the octave he chose, and you knew he was getting weak from your tears.

“Please? Please.” You reiterated it over and over, crying so hard you felt you were drowning.

“I’ll do better,” you said. A misstep. It gave him an excuse.

“It’s not about you, though,” he went firm. “We can do better, then,” you sobbed. You couldn’t breathe. Hiccups overcame you and it made you want to laugh as much as the frustration made you weep harder.

“No,” he shook his head. So full of mourning. How could you let him go like this? How could he do this when he was so obviously in love with you?

“Please.”

“I’m sorry.”

You hated when he apologized. You hated that he meant it, and you hated how it changed nothing.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

So you were at an impasse, it seemed. You loved him, and that was enough. He loved you, and that wasn’t.

What could you do now?

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Gojo x reader "Broken Mirror"

afab!reader

summary: you knew gojo was the one. gojo wasn't so sure.

content warnings: breakup/sad, angst, deviations from gojo’s past arc

word count: 1,226

note: hi lovelies, I'm back! I'm thinking of turning this into a series, thoughts?

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You’d known for a while Satoru was the one.

When he’d thoroughly humiliated the elders through cheeky comebacks and downright threats because Gakuganji made a remark about your way of dress off-duty.

When he called off classes for the day to host a hot dog eating contest, just because you were having a hard time with your sister getting engaged---fresh out of high school.

When he literally saved your life on that mission.

But what sealed the deal was this adorably clueless look on his face, set so vividly apart from his usual smirks and sneers, when he got daifuku on his cheek.

You were in love. And in it bad.

At first, you knew you were alone in your convictions. Satoru hadn’t ever prioritized love and you didn’t think you’d convince him otherwise. You told yourself it was fine, that you’d date for a few months, maybe a year and then move on for the better.

But you don’t move on from the strongest.

You couldn’t taste anything else once you’d had him. Nothing else held appeal.

You kept telling yourself it was fine. You were still young, you still had time to date without a future. But the smell of his aftershave, the way his hair curled behind his ear, his distaste for alcohol. It all drew you in, too deeply, and you wanted it too badly.

Satoru would stiffen when you brought up the future.

He was happy to make plans for Friday date night, but anything about revisiting the clan or moving in or god forbid, marriage had him giving non-answers and changing the subject at the first opportunity.

It was a stabbing pain, seeing the look on his face, and a few times after a particularly sobering conversation you’d almost considered ending it. But he was so sweet. By all other accounts he was a wonderful boyfriend. Chivalrous---opening the door for you, insisting on paying the bill, unfolding the napkin at restaurants to cover your lap. He genuinely listened. And yes, he had a slight habit of being a little too friendly with no doubt interested women, but he’d always own up and do better when you called him out. And you just clicked. So effortlessly, so seamlessly. So, you told yourself it was fine.

You had your whole life ahead of you at twenty-three. And you knew, any third party would tell you that you were being unreasonable. But you loved him. You were sure about him. Surer than you were about most things. Maybe anything. You used to be so cynical about marriage. You didn’t buy anything about soulmates or true love or the one. But Satoru was it for you. You just knew.

But the more you wanted him, the more anxious you were to hold on, to not lose him. You found yourself asking, “Are you going to break up with me?” As a joke from the outside but in truth a deep fear, seeking opposition or confirmation, you didn’t know.

And Satoru would always respond easily, with that trademark suaveness, “Not planning on it.”

You asked more and more often, and whether or not Satoru noticed, more and more anxiously.

And each “I don’t see that happening,” each “No” followed by a soft kiss sold it to you more. You stopped telling yourself it was fine. You’d be together forever. You were sure of it.

Things weren’t perfect. You two had your rough patches and fair share of fights. But you wanted each other enough to make it through anything. If the you from a few years ago could hear yourself, this madness probably would have been put to an end. But you loved him. You loved him in that cliché, film way that looks manufactured in hindsight. But it felt so raw, so pure, so real. You’d be together forever.

Soon, despite yourself, you began hinting. Rings. Nice houses. And even, though you were now appalled at the memory, babies. Not to be had then, of course, just for the far-off future. You could be patient if commitment was promised.

And for whatever reason, Satoru played along. He started engaging in talks about the future, even though he used to say he didn’t want to make these promises, didn’t want to plan so far. You had reminded yourself of what he used to say, that look on his face when you brought up plans. But for some reason hidden to him and you, he bought into it too. He started fantasizing with you. Of course, to you it didn’t feel like fantasizing. But he seemed to want it, almost as badly. You thought his face lit up picturing your lives together in the next few years. You thought he smiled a little wider, laughed a little louder.

He wants this too. You told yourself. We’ll be together forever. You said.

You told this to yourself like a mantra, and soon it became indisputable truth.

✧

“Hey,” you started, leaning on Satoru’s shoulder. You snuggled closer to him on the couch and pulled the blanket over your shoulder. “Does it ever bother you that I ask about the future?” You said.

Satoru stiffened, and your heart dropped.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“You know, like do you not like talking about plans long-term?”

You were fishing for an easy answer, some artificial reassurance, a “No, I like it fine.”

But he paused. You couldn’t breathe.

“I thought I told you I didn’t want to make promises.”

“Oh,” was all you could say. It sounded like you had let out a breath. A small cough.

“I mean, it’s kind of fun to fantasize,” he said.

You hadn’t realized how much the word “fantasize” bothered you. How seriously you took your “plans”.

“But I mean, I can’t promise what will happen in a few years,” Gojo continued.

You felt dizzy. “You don’t see us together in a few years?” You asked. It sounded like a whimper and you hated yourself for it.

“I just mean I don’t know what my life looks like in a few years.”

“Oh,” you said again.

There was silence. You’d stopped resting on his shoulder and you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You pulled the blanket off and fidgeted, eyes glued to your lap.

“…where do you see this going?” You finally asked. Quietly.

He let out a breath. “Look, I’m going to be honest, I’m twenty-four, I can’t make any commitments right now.”

“Oh.”

You felt oddly calm. “Um, thanks for being honest with me,” (finally, you thought).

“Sure,” Gojo said.

“So we have an expiration date, huh?” You asked.

Gojo frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean this is going to end at some point.”

“I mean, I’m not making a decision right now about the future,” Gojo said, you thought he shrugged. “I still want to be with you now,”

But he didn’t understand. That was the point. You’d decided on forever without a second thought, and he just let you. But sooner or later, when he decided it was time to experience life without you, he’d leave you behind. You didn’t want now if you couldn’t have the future.

You didn’t meet his eye. “Gojo, I think we should end things.”

It’s funny how the things you love the most can shatter in an instant.

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Hi my lovelies~ coming off hiatus for a sec (I am working on a part two to “Rough”, don’t worry)

I keep getting bot followers lately and I don’t know how to get rid of em!! Let me know if you have any tips T~T

Anyways, hope you all have a wonderful day :3 love you~ 💕💗💞

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Gojo x reader "Rough"

summary: gojo just doesn't like you back (and why do you like him?)

content warnings: sad, angst, high school universe, reader is kind of stalkerish? (not actually stalking but tries to run into him a lot)

word count: 826

note: I might turn this into a series—Thoughts?

please don’t repost, edit, translate, use, or copy my works on any platforms (if you’d really like to please reach out – reblogs are welcome)

“Why are you girls so mean today?” Gojo leers. You watch as he runs a hand through his hair and licks his lips, smirk wide as he stares after the two girls laughing along with his teasing.

“You coming tonight? 9,” Himari chuckles as Rin nods.

“Mm, maybe, might be busy though, you know Yaga has that new mission planned,” Gojo laughs, easily, suavely. He’s enjoying this.

You stare, at his wind-tossed hair, his bright eyes behind those sunglasses, how tall he is, how lean his arms are. Swiftly, you turn away. It’s only hurting you at this point.

And you knew Himari and Rin. They were nice. Sweet. It was ridiculous to see them this way, as competition.

So you thank the cashier and sit down at the booth, watching Gojo walk out the door of the convenience store laughing with the girls. And as you fidget with your can of soda, you think for a moment that maybe you should move on. Just forget what it felt like, how your stomach lightened and you felt something in your chest for the first time in years when he smiled at you. When he laughed with you. You.

You were special to him. You thought you were special to him.

On your mission together to Kyoto, you thought you had bonded. And you did. He was charming. Funny. Suave, but dry, which only made him funnier.

And maybe it was the idea of the whirlwind of it all, or the fact that you broke up with your boyfriend of five months the month before, or the fact that Yaga just hated him, but something clicked when you watched him yawn on the night shift.

He could be the one. You thought. Stupid thoughts for a highschooler to have, and you knew that, of course you did.

But could be morphed into is, and before you knew it all you ever wanted to do was run into him. All you ever did was stare at his every move, his every expression, his every well-timed smirk.

It bordered on stalkerish. He probably thought you were stalking him. And you weren’t, really, you weren’t, it was just that with the two weeks you spent together you’d actually gotten to know him pretty well, and it was just too easy to predict where he’d go each day.

So, knowing full well you shouldn’t, you pulled up the invite Shoko got to Himari’s party. You shouldn’t go. You didn’t know any of them well, you weren’t even invited, it was a recipe for disaster. Humiliation.

So why were you on Himari’s lawn, dressed in the satin bodycon dress you told yourself was too short?

What were you hoping to get out of this?

He doesn’t even know you exist anymore.

Well, he does, courtesy of Jujutsu High. And yes, he does give you a high five of sorts when he sees you sometimes—you had held that so near and dear only to realize he did that with just about everyone in the school. But he’d taken two days to respond to the “hi” text you’d taken a week to muster the courage to send, and that was two months ago.

So why did you still strain your neck searching for him in the disgustingly sweaty crowd, why did you find him almost immediately, why were you inching closer despite yourself, and why didn’t he look over at you once?

You sit down two seats away from Gojo, fidgeting with your can of coke. You shift in your seat once and once again. Maybe that’d catch his gaze. You cough, then stare at him, and he, noticing your gaze, turns.

And then, he does the worst thing he possibly could have done. He smiles. “Y/N! How’ve you been? How’s the party?”

He’s the sweetest you’d ever seen him.

And it’s so irrefutably platonic.

Gojo is always a little rough with the girls he dates. Not mean, usually, but rough. He likes to tease. And oh, tugs on the hair, ogling smirks and unapologetic PDA are practically trademarked at this point. The smile he gave you, so sincere, so caring, so… friendly, told you loud and clear you had no chance. You couldn’t ever cross the line because the line wasn’t even there for you to cross.

Nothing you do will ever get you out of the friendzone. And you aren’t even friends.

So you break the pull tab off your can of coke and you drop it in the soda. You wouldn’t have drank the rest anyway. With no more effort to make conversation from Gojo, you turn away. And when you finally deem the timing right and gather the guts to look back at him, maybe try and restart the talk, he’s gone. Off into the crowd.

You wish you didn’t see him immediately.

And you wish he wasn’t kissing Rin, so roughly, and tugging on her hair.

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Gojo x reader "Game Over"

summary: gojo leaves as suddenly as he came

content warnings: breakup/sad, angst

word count: 248

note: hi my lovelies! coming out of hiatus to post this :) Was feeling a little sad so... here ya go, I might build on this later idk

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And it wasn’t that he went away. It was just that… it was so nice having him while it lasted. You sighed again. Gojo had gone in and out of your life in flashes. Quite literally, you’d blink and he’d be gone. And it was fine, it was always fine. Because you always had faith somewhere down in you didn’t know whether your heart or your gut that he’d come back. He would. You had something he needed. You didn’t know what it was but you felt it, as you were sure he did. Some inexplicable necessity that drew him to you. You to him. But then that tautly held, intangible thing snapped and he was gone. And you didn’t know if you needed him to come back. You did know though that he didn’t need to. Not anymore.

And you cried for a bit, at first. How could you not? You were probably in love with him. Stupid. But it wasn’t all that bad, it really wasn’t all that bad! You’d fallen down once again in the misfortunes of love. So, you cut your losses, dusted off your knees and got up off that unforgiving ground. No big deal. No harm done (Besides your aching knees that still shake, bruised and tender to the touch).

Better luck next time, your lips twist in not-quite-a-smile as you feel the glide and drip of long-held-back, or maybe long-awaited teardrops, oozing from the corners of your vision, down your face.

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awarmcupofmilk · 2 years

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Hi i just came across ur fake smiles series n bloody hell was it an entire emotional ride. You're an amazing author and the way u deliver the words, emotions n feelings? Chefs kiss <3 this series kinda made me ponder on life for a min there bc sometimes i think y/n is just so used to being the kind, forgiving and patient partner whenever they're trapped w a cheating character, but seeing u write a character who gave time and limits and have a really strong mentality yet still adding what she's internally feeling on the inside like crying and overthinking? AHAKSGAKAHAA I LOVE IT- pls i simp for gojo but he just hurt me ):< n yes, crying😇

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This made me smile so much~ You're so sweet!! I'm so glad you enjoyed the series and your thoughts on reader make me really happy, I love that you feel they're an empowering character (* ´ ∇｀*)

Tysmm for reading!! ♡

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awarmcupofmilk · 2 years

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He finally realized what he did omg… I’m happy and sad at the same time. Y/N deserves the world and the fact that things are finally looking up for them is perfect. Part of me hopes for a future reconciliation because I’m a sucker for characters trying to redeem themselves. Gojo realizing what he had and lost just broke my heart but I hope he works hard on being there for Namie. I’m so happy I got to keep up with this as it came out, thank you so much for writing this!

Question: how would you hope their future turned out?

You're so sweet!! I'm so glad you enjoyed reading! Tysmm for reading and following this work~ ♡♡♡

To answer your question, I think their relationship won't be awful now since Gojo has finally understood why their marriage failed and they both want to be there for Namie, but personally I don't think they'd get back together just because of the history there, maybe they'd try at one point? In my head reader focuses on their career and Namie more and just works on self-love :)

Interested to hear how you all imagine their future together! 💗

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Gojo x reader "Finishing Start"

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series: pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6

summary: half gojo’s pov- a drunken conversation ends your five year marriage w/ gojo

content warnings: breakup/sad, angst, deviations from gojo’s past arc, slight descriptions of violence (from fight w/ a curse), divorce

word count: 1,368

note: thoughts on this ending?

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Gojo ran his hand over his face. He had made you cry again. He lashed out. He made your job search about the money. And he still was no closer to finding out what he did.

He called Geto.

“Are you sure you can’t remember?”

Geto sounded apologetic even through the phone. “I think you’re your best shot at remembering. But Satoru, I don’t think it was just that night.”

Gojo didn’t say anything. After muttering a word of thanks and hanging up, he found himself lost in thought.

✧

You stared at the curse in front of you, something purple and viscous and disgusting oozing out from beneath it. The special-grade bellowed and charged at you.

You closed your eyes and felt your cursed energy surge, channeling your innate technique.

Ah, you’d missed this, you thought. The exhilaration of missions, the joy of doing something for yourself, the satisfaction from saving others, the impact of your energy against a cursed spirit. You didn’t regret giving it up when you did, but you really did miss this.

You took out the curse with some effort, it had been a while; you were rusty. When you miscalculated a move and had to jump back, the curse’s nail dug into your arm. You’d have to go see Shoko later, it was considerably deep. But you knew you had done well. The reevaluation would be successful. Some previously anxious part of you was relieved that after half a decade of no practice, you still ranked a grade 1.

✧

You sighed as you made it to Shoko’s. You ran into Gojo on the way. Insanely awkward. He froze, seeing your bloodied arm, but you didn’t meet his gaze. Besides sorting out the logistics of divorce, you hadn’t been speaking with him.

“What’s with the doom and gloom?” Shoko turned towards you when you entered the room.

“You have to ask?” You chuckled. And Shoko, eyebrow raised, nodded in understanding.

“You know, he really is being a baby about this.” Shoko said as she healed your cut.

“No kidding,” You snorted.

“Well, good to have you back.” Shoko said. You gave her a hug and thanked her before leaving.

✧

Gojo had a box of kikufuku in front of him. What Geto said swam and echoed in his mind. “I don’t think it was just that night.”

He took one, bit into it, and remembered.

You had been cooking dinner when he came home. You greeted him with a smile, even though you were clearly tired. Namie was playing with her stuffed bunny.

“‘Toru,” You had smiled. “I made nikujaga.”

“Okay,” Satoru had responded curtly. He’d gone upstairs to change, and you’d looked disappointed.

He had forgotten until now. That almost unsettled him more than the actual memory. Had he really cared so little about how you felt that he forgot?

He took another bite of the kikufuku.

He had come back from a mission and went out. It was the first time he didn’t come straight home after a mission. He didn’t do much, mostly just strolling around a shopping mall.

When he turned around, you were standing there, expressionless. He felt his phone vibrate and saw that you had called him twenty-three times, seeing as he had returned but was nowhere to be found.

You were too far away, he couldn’t be sure, but it looked like you had wiped a tear. But then, you ran up to him, and you were smiling. You didn’t look happy, more resigned. He hadn’t noticed.

“I’m glad you’re back,” You had said. “But at least call me when you get back next time, okay? I had to find out from Shoko.”

He’d muttered some sort of agreement. He thought maybe you’d sighed.

Gojo felt cold. He took another bite.

He’d begrudgingly took out time to come to your reunion. He’d stood silently as you introduced him, occasionally acknowledging the conversation. He could tell he was making the atmosphere awkward. Your friends were uncomfortable. You were trying to make the best of it. But then he left. He vaguely felt you turning around trying to look for him. Walking over to the bar, he didn’t drink but bantered with someone, he wasn’t sure who.

Your friends shook their heads. You had sighed. You’d walked up to him, tone somber. “Satoru, it’s time to leave.”

He had nodded and gotten up, but he hadn’t noticed that for once, you didn’t call him “‘Toru”.

And then what you’d said entered his mind. “Do you really need me to point out how little you cared about me or this family?”

“Did it ever occur to you that what you did might be too painful, too humiliating for me to repeat? I don’t owe you an explanation!”

“You’ve done enough harm.”

“We both know you’ve done enough to justify this just from what you can remember. Focus on that.”

“Self-respect? You’re talking to me about self-respect?”

“I thought after our last conversation you’d actually indulge in some self-reflection.”

“You make me sick.”

And his stomach dropped at the thought that he hadn’t listened to any of it. Even now, he’d only reflected because of what Geto said.

Did you hold even any significance in his heart? He felt despicable.

And then, by some miracle, he remembered what he said that night.

“Marriage really isn’t all that.”

“I’m really wasting my life. I’m always worried on missions, and now this is always being used against me, you know they gave up being a sorcerer.”

(“It was for Namie though, right?”) “Sure, but did I ask for that?”

“Look, all I’m saying is, Y/N and I were friends in Jujutsu High. Maybe we should have stayed at that.”

He slid off the couch, head between his knees.

Who was he to interfere with your life? What had he ever done to give him that right?

He had no answer.

✧

You’d officially received your reevaluation. Grade 1 sorcerer. You’d be on missions soon, you were added to the payroll, it seemed like everything was coming together.

Then Gojo called. Ugh.

You were in such a good mood, too. He was sure to ruin it. But besides for Namie, you’d been ignoring him for weeks. So, gritting your teeth, you answered.

“Y/N? Oh, Y/N,” Gojo said, hurriedly, as if he was afraid you’d hang up, yet relieved. “I’m so glad you picked up,”

“That’s a new tone for you,” you said, sarcastic yet pleasantly surprised.

“I’m so—” He began, then stopped. “I… I just wanted to let you know I think you should have the house.”

“Oh,” you’d said, completely pleasantly surprised now.

“Just let Namie visit when I find a place, okay?” You rolled your eyes. As if you’d been keeping her from him.

“Anyways,” Gojo continued. “I just, if Namie needs somewhere to stay when you’re on missions, I’m here—unless I’m also on a mission, but, yeah.” He finished awkwardly.

What was up with him?

“Uh, okay,” you said, confused, but pleased.

“Great, we’re still on for today, right?”

You hummed in confirmation. And he hung up.

What was that?

You frowned to yourself. But seeing the time, you went to get Namie. He was visiting today.

✧

The three of you walked down the street. Namie held an ice cream cone, munching happily, humming to herself. You held her hand and kneeled down to wipe her face with a napkin. She giggled, and though you knew you’d have to wash her dress later, you laughed, too.

Gojo watched the two of you, fighting the thought that maybe he had lost the happiness in his life. This family would never be the same again.

He felt a tear slide down his cheek in surprise, and wiped it away. You looked up then, and noticed, as you do, with a questioning glance. “You okay?” You mouthed, not wanting to concern Namie.

Namie looked up then and gave him a grin. She held up the cone to him. You lifted her up so she could reach, content smile on your face.

And Gojo, taking a bite, wondered what it was he felt in his chest.

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whats your thoughts on how your characterization is portrayed? like your head canons for why gojo and his lover couldnt communicate?

That's a great question! This will be lengthy :)

So when I was writing, my thought process was that Gojo had changed as a person over the years (for various reasons, open to interpretation), and reader and Gojo having been in a relationship since high school, Gojo's change altered their dynamic and things kind of went sour.

Reader kept faith that things could go back to the way they were, which is why they kept giving in the relationship and waiting on Gojo, but that made him feel burdened and pressured because he didn't know if he could or wanted to change. Still, he didn’t really want to confront reader and hurt them in that way, and he honestly probably thought having to deal with that is too much of a hassle, so he went along with it (he secretly enjoyed how much reader loved him but didn’t realize this until later). As for reader, they could see that Gojo was losing commitment and love for the marriage and family, but they really believed that things would be fixed if they just kept providing enough love for the both of them. Hearing Gojo's drunken conversation made them realize all that effort didn't really change anything, which made them decide to cut their losses and move on.

Gojo fully thought married life bored him, focusing solely on that without realizing he actually enjoyed a lot of what his family was giving him. The divorce was the wakeup call that made him realize he just lost something central to his life, and he continuously places the blame on reader not communicating more openly about their dissatisfaction to lessen his own guilt at how poorly he treated them.

Anyways, I hope that was interesting to read! And lovelies, my work is still really up to interpretation so always feel free to send me your theories on what will happen and your thoughts on the characters + their actions, I love to read them! <333

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awarmcupofmilk · 2 years

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Gojo x reader “Resigned Effort”

afab!reader

series: pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6

summary: half gojo’s pov- a drunken conversation ends your five year marriage w/ gojo

content warnings: breakup/sad, angst, arguing, divorce

word count: 1,309

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You woke up to a call from Gojo. You weren’t going to call him back, really, but then you thought maybe he left something behind while packing.

“Hello?” You spoke, hoping your stuffy nose from crying wasn’t too obvious.

“Y/N? Oh, Y/N,” Gojo said with so much urgency, so much relief.

“What?” You were confused. And a bit upset.

“I…” Gojo began, then trailed off. Seriously, what was he trying to do?

“…Never mind. I’m sorry. Just, when can I go see Namie again?”

“I’m not trying to take her from you. You can come whenever you have time off work. Just give me a heads up.”

“Okay…” He trailed off again.

You were annoyed now.

“Just spit it out, Gojo. I don’t have time for this.”

“That time I went to Geto’s…”

You froze. Reliving it was too painful. “Stop.” You said.

“Ah,” Gojo didn’t stop. “So it was that time. What did I say?”

You couldn’t decide what was more insulting. Him being so clueless as to forget or having the audacity to ask you about it. You hung up.

✧

2 weeks later

Namie tugged on your sleeve. “Is daddy coming today?”

She had stopped asking if he was “coming home”. Maybe she was starting to accept it?

You looked over at her and smiled. “Yes, he just texted me this morning.”

Namie smiled to herself, pleased. The sight warmed your heart. You stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.

A knock on the door signaled Gojo’s arrival. Namie ran over and opened the door. He came with sweets and a bottle of wine. You pursed your lips, skeptical, but he handed it to you, clear that it was only a gift.

You took the bottle with a nod and turned away to put it in the pantry.

When you looked back, Gojo was listening to Namie, eyebrows raised in polite interest. Was it the novelty of shared custody that made him pay attention better? You snorted.

Still the scene was sweet. You leaned against the doorframe to the living room, watching for a moment before joining the conversation.

✧

You finally managed to put Namie to bed after reassuring her over and over that Gojo would come visit again soon.

When you walked downstairs, the man in question was waiting.

“You didn’t leave?” You asked, not unpleasantly.

He shrugged. Then, with urgency, he repeated. Shamelessly. “Really, Y/N, what did I do?”

Your blood ran cold because you understood immediately. But you pretended like you didn’t. “What are you talking about?”

“That night at Geto’s. What did I do? Was it something I said?”

Was it something he said? You laughed out of shock.

“I will only say this one more time, Gojo. Stop asking. We both know you’ve done enough to justify this just from what you can remember. Focus on that.”

You waved him off, and he, after trying to find something in your gaze and failing, it seemed, sighed and left.

Good riddance.

✧

Gojo couldn’t sleep. He knew whatever he’d done, whatever he’d said that night ended his marriage. You were so insistent on not telling him, it drove him crazy.

He had to find out.

✧

He arrived at Jujutsu High in the morning, and surprisingly, he saw you. He was about to say hello, but turning the corner, he saw a man with you. He froze. You were smiling, holding onto his every word, it seemed. Gojo felt his stomach drop.

It wasn’t that he was jealous, he told himself. He was just outraged that you had moved on so quickly. How could you, didn’t this marriage mean anything to you at all?

Anger clouded his vision. He rushed forward, and you, turning towards him, said, “Gojo!” Surprised.

The man was cordial enough, smiling. “Gojo Satoru, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He had meant meeting “the strongest sorcerer”. But Gojo only heard mockery. It’s a pleasure to meet him? The ex-husband.

“I need to talk to you,” Gojo grabbed your wrist and pulled you away without even acknowledging the man. If he’d seen the look on your face then, maybe he would’ve stopped.

“What?” You snapped when the two of you turned the corner. But Gojo wasn’t backing down.

“What are you doing?” He spat vehemently.

“What do you mean?” You frowned, irritated.

“What are you doing with some other man?”

You had to laugh. Because otherwise you would’ve screamed. “Why is that any of your business?”

“So soon after the divorce, Y/N? Don’t you have any self-respect?”

Now you weren’t laughing.

“Self-respect? You’re talking to me about self-respect? I thought after our last conversation you’d actually indulge in some self-reflection. This is the kind of thing you’ve been thinking about? You make me sick.”

And then Gojo was alone.

What was he doing? The realization hit him. He sighed.

To make things worse, the man came around. “Hey, I’m not sure what that was about, but Y/N’s been looking into job opportunities,”

Gojo felt like he had been punched in the gut. “What?”

“They’ve been talking to me about recommendations.”

Gojo stared at him blankly.

The man frowned slightly now, unsure. “They want to get back into the field, I’m sure you know. (Gojo did not know. But he nodded. Stiffly.) It might be better for you to recommend them, you know, you being the strongest sorcerer and all.” The man smiled. Poor soul, he really couldn’t read the room.

Gojo felt sick.

And then he was alone.

✧

Gojo kept calling you. You ignored him. You were talking with the higher ups now; you couldn’t tell if they were annoyed about the divorce or smug about having you back in the field.

Still, it seemed like reentering would be smooth sailing. Takahashi already agreed to send you a recommendation, he had worked with you on a few missions back in the day. You had tried to spare the details of your private life. Not that he wouldn’t find out soon.

The higher ups were, contrastingly, very caught up on the details. “So you’re really divorcing?”

This would be a long meeting.

✧

Gojo caught you as you left the building. “Y/N!”

You ignored him, walking past briskly. But he grabbed you by the wrist again. He has to stop doing that, you thought.

“What?” You said, exasperated.

“You’re going back to jujutsu?”

You paused, almost smiling to yourself.

“Ah, so you’ve found out.”

Gojo seemed panicked. Why?

“Don’t.”

“What?” He was sure making you laugh a lot these days.

“I’ll pay alimony, just, jujutsu is too dangerous, don’t do it.”

“…but I’m not doing it for money?”

He stared blankly, mouth slightly agape. He looked like a fish.

You sighed. Why did you have to spell everything out for him? “I miss jujutsu, I want to restart a career and find myself, I’m good at sorcery so it’s a risk I’m willing to take,” you almost recited.

You honestly just wanted to leave.

“No!” Gojo cried out. You weren’t sure what expression was on your face now but you knew it wasn’t pretty. “It’s not safe, what about Namie? I can’t take it!”

Something in you snapped. Why couldn’t he understand none of this was about him? Why couldn’t he understand he had nothing to do with your life anymore? And why was he so insistent on using your daughter against you?

“STOP BRINGING UP NAMIE! STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE! STOP INTERFERING! STOP IT! STOP.” You screamed. People were turning to look at the two of you. But you didn’t care anymore. A tear slid down your cheek. You wiped it away hastily and ran. As you turned the corner, you choked out a sob.

Why was he focusing on all the wrong things?

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awarmcupofmilk · 2 years

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A li'l announcement :)

Hi my lovelies~! Just wanted to say that after "Fake Smiles" I will be taking a partial hiatus to focus on school 💕

I will still be taking requests but I may not be able to get to all of them and the wait will be longer T~T

I will still be reading all your replies and asks, I may not always respond but I appreciate every single one 💗 you all are the sweetest~

I will probably be posting on my sideblog more, so give that a follow if you're interested :)

All that to say, I will be back!!

And in case it wasn't clear I will be finishing "Fake Smiles" before going on hiatus（╹◡╹）♡

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awarmcupofmilk · 2 years

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Oh Pained joy was so good. I was on constant edge of the chapter hold time. I was like oh is Gojo finally remembered what he said to y/n? Then when Geto said he knows why of why y/n wants a divorce. I was like going on! You are almost there but then I got to the ending and I was like damm it 😭

But seriously I can’t wait for Gojo to remember what he said about y/n and Namie. Because he what he said basically was he regret his hold relationship with y/n and which also means he even regret having Namie too😞

This is why I can’t wait for Gojo to found out. I want to see his reaction to it.

Anyway great chapter👏 Can’t wait for the next chapter.

I'm so glad you enjoyed reading! As for Gojo finding out... :))

New chapters are coming soon!

Tyy for enjoying my series~! ^_^

#<3 #this makes me so happy t~t #ty for the support <3 #<333

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Gojo x reader “Pained Joy”

afab!reader

series: pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6

summary: half gojo’s pov- a drunken conversation ends your five year marriage w/ gojo

content warnings: breakup/sad, angst, alcohol use (not extensive), arguing, fluff (kinda?) in flashbacks, mention of character going missing in flashback, mention of sickness in flashback, divorce

word count: 1,277

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Namie was crying. She wasn’t bawling anymore, maybe she was tired from the conversation earlier. The thought made your heart twist. She held onto your hand, tears sliding down her cheeks. She sniffled, her nose was running, but did not rub her eyes. It seemed like she was trying not to blink. Maybe get every last glimpse of Gojo before he moved out?

You had reassured her he would still come visit often. And besides, though you hadn’t explained this to Namie, officially the divorce hadn’t quite been sorted out yet. You’d have to figure out custody, alimony, all the nitty-gritty that made this even uglier than it already was.

You couldn’t see your face, but you knew it looked miserable. Nothing about this felt good. Gojo wasn’t much better, eyes somber, almost deadened as he met your gaze. You desperately tried to avoid the question, but the back of your mind shouted it constantly these days. Why did it end up like this?

You felt your throat clenching and eyes watering, but you didn’t cry. You didn’t feel like you deserved to. Every tear you shed would just hurt Namie. Gojo was probably thinking it, too, that is, if he was sad enough about this to have cried otherwise. Regardless, he put up a commendable act, smiling at your daughter with all the reassurance and appropriate apology necessary to calm her down. She sniffled again.

You pulled Namie closer to you and stroked her hair as Gojo picked up his last box and turned away. Namie wailed once as he drove away, then fell silent. You wanted to scream. But instead, you kneeled down to meet Namie’s eyes. “Are you hungry, baby?” You asked as you stroked her hair and wiped away her tears as best you could. She shook her head and ran away from you. Ah.

You stared after her, making sure she wasn’t going anywhere far. She just ran upstairs to her room. You turned back as you heard the door slam, and let out a sigh. For the first time today, you buried your face in your knees and sobbed.

✧

The night before Gojo agreed to move out, he had charged at you, angrily.

“Seriously,” he had said, frustrated, exasperated, and honestly nothing short of furious. “Why are you doing this? What brought this on?”

You had sighed. “Satoru, stop. I already told you, forget about it.”

“No! I’m not just going to forget about it!” Gojo had yelled. It made you flinch. You don’t think he noticed. Or cared. “This is ridiculous! (“Satoru, stop,” you had repeated.) You’re just ending everything based on some sort of whim, and you won’t tell me why? What about Namie?”

That did it. Now you were fuming. The anger clouded your vision, you felt your pulse throbbing. “On a whim? That’s what you think this is? Do you really need me to point out how little you cared about me or this family? How dare you bring up Namie?”

He seemed taken aback. He was trying to backtrack now, but you were having none of it. “Did it ever occur to you that what you did might be too painful, too humiliating for me to repeat? I don’t owe you an explanation! You’ve done enough harm. Even if you don’t feel sorry, leave me alone.”

He had gone quiet. For a few seconds he just stood there. Then, after giving a curt nod, he left as abruptly as he came. At no point did he apologize.

✧

Gojo remembers when he first met you now. His first thought when he saw you was that you seemed happy. It was too simple an assumption looking back, but something in the way you spoke, carried yourself, just seemed cheery. You didn’t even have to try that hard. You didn’t have to smile. He smiled more than you did, joked more than you did. But somehow, it was just clear that you were a happier presence.

Maybe that’s why he asked you out. You made him feel more optimistic. Like life would be fun.

If only he had remembered the hope you brought was what he liked about you. Too late.

✧

Tossing his keys aside, staring at the pile of boxes he had no heart to unpack, Gojo ran a hand over his face. What happened?

What was the nail in the coffin? What made you leave?

The questions haunted him. But it was hopeless. He’d never know. His stomach and pride twisted at the thought that even without a turning point, he had done more than enough to deserve the consequences.

For the first time since the conversation that ended your marriage, Gojo felt a tear slide down his cheek. He felt wretched.

Wiping it away with the back of his hand, he reached for his phone and dialed for his best friend.

✧

“I moved out today,” Gojo said, sitting on Geto’s couch. His voice shook. “It feels final now.”

Geto patted him on the shoulder, expression apologetic.

Gojo took a sip of the beer. It made him cough. He hated how it tasted. He hated more how you wouldn’t be here to pick him up this time.

He laughed bitterly at how quickly he pulled a one-eighty. What he was irritated by he now missed. Desperately. So much so it terrified him.

✧

You, always smiling, always laughing, always pulling him into a hug. You, who held his hand and kissed Namie on the forehead, terrified but still hoping for the best, still smiling for the family even when Namie was sick. You, who held Namie tight and smiled for her, even when he had gone missing, who stood waiting with his daughter at the door the day he came back.

Were you really gone forever?

✧

His laughter turned into tears very quickly. Geto seemed at a loss. But the more Gojo thought, the more indignant he became. Again. “You know, they never gave me a reason?”

“I get it, I wasn’t all that. But they never said anything. Up till the end, they never told me why.” Gojo put his face in his palm.

Geto frowned. He managed to look disapproving and apologetic at the same time.

“Well, they were pretty obvious, Satoru. Remember last ti—”

Geto fell silent. Gojo nudged him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. But Geto’s gaze was far off.

“Oh no.” He breathed.

“What?” Gojo asked, confused and a bit irritated.

“I think I know why.”

“What?” Gojo said again. But he had understood. He stopped breathing in wait, in fear.

“The last time you came, before your mission, I think Y/N was crying when they came to pick you up.”

“What?!” Gojo said, yelled, really.

“I don’t remember that well. But their eyes were red. And they didn’t say anything. Or maybe they said ‘hi’ to me? Either way they seemed upset. But we were both wasted.”

Gojo couldn’t speak.

“I mean, did you do anything horrible after that? Maybe it was something else.”

But he hadn’t. He was away on a mission for most of the two months after that.

Gojo ran out into the hallway to call you; it was the alcohol at work. But you didn’t answer. You had cried yourself to sleep. Not that you would have answered otherwise.

He clutched his hair, head between his knees. What did he do?

Was it really all over? Why didn’t you answer? Were you okay? Was Namie okay?

Countless questions raced through his mind in a bout of panic, but among them one made him petrified.

Was it really all his fault?

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awarmcupofmilk · 2 years

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*Getting some popcorn for Fake Smiles* I hope he cries when he realises what a shit husband he was, I wanna hear the regret and pain in his voice.

🍿🍿🍿

#ty for reading!#:))

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