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Warnings: none (one ore two curse words; is that even a warning?)

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Saturo Gojo is a whirlwind of a human being.

It's been a hard month for him, with the higher-ups constantly sending him from one place to another and always up his ass.

You, on the other hand, took care of Tsumiki and Megumi.

Ensuring that both their lunchboxes were filled, that they got to school on time, that dinner was ready by the time they got their homework done, and that when their bedtime enrolled, they were freshly bathed and prepared to sleep…

It felt like playing house at the beginning, really.

When Saturo first enrolled with not one but two children at your doorstep, you almost wanted to murder him right on the spot.

Both of you were barely out of school. Freshly moved in together... it definitely was something.

But this dysfunktional family you four built in the last years...

You wouldn't trade this for the world.

So yes, Saturo Gojo is a whirlwind of a human being, but it never got boring.

The last years were filled with loud laughs, unconditional support, piggyback rides, fireworks, and knowing someone would catch you when you fell.

You were content with your current life.

Saturo came home not more than an hour ago. And while you insisted that he shower and change into a more comfortable attire, he simply moved you to sit on the couch, laid his head on your lap, and practically begged you to play with his hair.

You always loved playing with his hair, and he melted every time you did. Seeing him relaxed was calming for you, too. Knowing he was safe with you, that he was home. Knowing that in these moments, there were no obligations for the both of you other than being in love.

And so you did. You couldn't bring yourself to deny him something this little, when it was clear how exhausted he was.

Saturo doesn't have many people in his life that he can say he loves from the bottom of his heart.

Being the positive persona he is, gojo is rarely ever sad, but when he's really going through it, he's as quiet as a mouse, unresponsive and stiff, like he's unsure what to do with himself.

You take care of him in moments like these. When he feels lost or overwhelmed. You do not ask for anything in return. Everyone has so many expectations for him, and he has to shoulder everyone's problems and responsibilities, but when he's with you, he feels so light he could fly; he feels at home.

This past Month has been a living hell for him. Constantly being sent from one mission to another. He barely had any time to call you while he was away.

He hated every second of it.

At that time, he felt like he was neglecting his little family. And even if he didn’t like to admit it- it kinda hurt him…

The kids really grew on him. In these last years, he learned to love coming home.

He always thought that he would hate routines- that he wasn’t that kind of man that wanted to have this thing called family- but the domestic feeling, the love and safe haven you build together-

The delicious sent that would be in the air. Little angel Tsumiki would come running and excitingly tell him what she did that day. Megumi would sit on the couch, reading a book about animals or painting on the floor.

And every time, Saturo would come up to him to ruffle his hair a bit just to piss that little demon off.

Then there was you, the love of his life, standing in the kitchen cooking or setting the table for everyone.

The moment you see him, your eyes would light up, and you would welcome him home with a kiss that he wouldn't mind escalating into something more.

And as if on cue choking noises can be heard in the background as he smiles against your lips…

It felt like really coming home, every time.

But unfortunately, Saturo was stuck in god knows where for a month, fighting ugly curses.

So when he got home, he just wanted nothing more than to take you into his arms and never let go.

He's currently resting his head on your lap, cheek smushed against your thigh while he snores contentedly.

Looking at how peacefully he was asleep was a strong contrast to his constantly teasing nature.

He enjoys teasing and annoying you a bit too much.

Once, you even asked him why he would do it as much as he did, and that little Fucker just sent a smirk your way. "It's a secret."

In reality, his heart just bursts out of his chest whenever he makes you blush, and it's too cute when you're embarrassed. It just makes him feel so soft and mushy-

You couldn't help but think about the day the two of you finally got together...

"Where are we going?"

"We?"

"Yes." A warm smile was plastered on his lips as if he was trying to lure you into his charms.

"The last time I checked, you're not my boyfriend, so there isn't any reason for you to accompany me anywhere."

"You're right. I'm not your boyfriend."

He looked determined as he stood beside you. "Yet."

You literary did not have enough patience today to deal with him, so you simply ignored his comment.

"I'm going to get some groceries. Want to come with me?"

A smile spread over his lips, and his eyes sparkled under his sunglasses.

"I'd love to."

Gojo never learned to flirt because girls always threw themselves at him, so he never had to fight for attention. Pissing people off is the only way he knows.

He's a crazy dude with no particular place for romance. However, with you, it's different.

His hand wraps around yours as he is now escorting you to a nearby grocery store.

"You don't have to hold my hand, you know."

"Oh, but I want to," he says as a matter of fact as he makes no attempt to let go as you walk through the street.

"People are going to assume that we are together."

Gojo dared to smirk. "What's wrong with that? Are we not a sweet couple?" He earnestly hoped that people actually thought so when they saw you.

"No."

"Oh, c'mon. I'm not that bad." The corners of his lips curved into a mischievous smile as he wrapped his arms around yours. "C'mon, admit it, I already stole your heart."

It pisses you off, really. The effect Gojo has on you. "What about you? Did I steal yours?"

Without hesitation, he nods. "Of course, but you are always so hard to approach." His voice sounded somewhat quiet as if his words were meant to be confidential for only you to hear. And it tugs on your heart.

"That's enough teasing for today, Gojo." You shook him off you and took a few steps away from him.

It hurt him, really. Hearing his family name out of your mouth. As if you were reminding him and yourself that you could never be something more than friends.

You call everyone else by their names, Suguro, Shoko, Kento, Yuu... but him? It's always been Gojo.

"No, I'm not done." He's getting closer to you. When you looked up to him... God, you looked so effortlessly beautiful to him that he couldn't even stop the words from slipping from his mouth.

"How about a kiss?"

The second his words tumbled out of his pretty lips, Gojo cringed.

And you, well, you exploded.

"Is this all a joke to you? Playing with people's feelings until you're bored and then move on to the next one?"

This has been going on for two years now. You know he wasn’t really playing you, but you couldn't take it any longer.

"No, Y/N. I genuinely like you."

You only scoff. "And what makes you say that?"

"I've never met someone with your kind of charisma. Your wit and sass. I never felt like this before..."

He was trying his best to stay calm. Gojo's voice was soft and filled with admiration as he stared into your eyes.

"Sweet words won't get you far with me."

"These are more than just sweet words. Just give me a chance." His hand brushes against your cheek. His other hand entangles with yours.

"Let me make you happy. I just want to make you happy." Gojo was desperate. He was practically plea- no... he- he was begging.

Gojo Saturo never begged.

That was until it came to you. Just like he let you in his personal space. Constantly touching you and keeping you close. Always making you the center of his attention. Always putting you before anyone else. Never has he blocked you out with his infinity…

And somehow, this realization made you anxious.

What if-

"What if I can't make you happy?" you whispered. "What if this will not be what you wish for?"

Gojo pulls you closer as he whispers, "What if you can? What if this is everything you wish for?" He looks at you with a soft smile. It is as if nothing scares this man.

You couldn't take this anymore, so you averted your gaze. "What if I'm scared of exactly that?" It was almost inaudible, but he heard you clearly.

"Are you scared of being loved?" He pulls your hand to his chest and lays his forehead on yours.

"Are you not? What if this is all a mistake? What if you're mistaking attraction for love?"

"Trust me." His tone sounded as serious as ever. "The way I feel for you. There is no way I'd mistake it for anything else."

You don’t even know why you’re dragging all of this out… it’s been two years by now. It’s obvious that he is sure in what he feels.

You can feel his chest rising as he inhales intensely the scent of your hair. "Why are you hesitating?"

"I'm afraid of getting hurt. Empty promises, false hopes. Pretty words to conceal cruel intentions... I'm not saying you'll have ulterior motives, but still..."

"Trust me. I mean every word I said." Gojo's hand goes up to cup your chin as he stares directly into your eyes. "I know how cruel the world is, but I promise I will never hurt you."

He then leans in a bit more, his lips hower over yours- he waits for your permission to seal this as his eyes are halflided but still locked on yours.

"Can I...?"

And you just nod because you always felt this pull towards him. So what, allow yourself this much happiness.

Gojo's lips press against yours gently as if he doesn't want to hurt you. His lips are soft, and his breath is warm.

It does not take long before he pulls you in tightly as his tongue tries to gain access, and he devours you. His lips are greedy, and his hands are all over you.

After the exchange, he rests his forehead on yours as his eyes remain closed.

"was that convincing enough?" he asked with a smirk. That bastard is back on teasing you again.

You just roll your eyes. "Don't make me regret this."

"You won't," He replies before kissing you again.

All your worries disappear, and you lose touch with the real world as he consumes all your senses.

"I'll never let you regret this."

A few years later, of course, Saturo was proven right. You never once regretted falling in love with him.

"Why are you smiling like that?" His hoarse voice startled you a bit.

Looking down at him, his azure blue eyes meet yours. "You should rest a bit more." You spoke softly at him as you ran your fingers through his hair. Saturo only hums in delight, leaning more into your touch. "The kids only finish school in about three hours."

"Lay with me? Want to hug you." He sounded like a little kid. You chuckled. "Sure, Baby."

Saturo let you get up so that you could lay on top of him on the couch, and the moment you're settled, his arms wrapped around you with a tight grip, he kissed you on the top of your head.

"Ahh... That's much better."

Yeah, it is.

Now that he was home…

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo saturo

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myunconquerablesoul · 4 months

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Masterlist. *NSFW*

I'M SERIOUS! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ only!

Jujustsu Kaisen

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myunconquerablesoul · 4 months

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Masterlist. *NSFW*

Jujutsu Kaisen

I'M SERIOUS! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ only!

Toji Fushiguro

too good to be wrong

Warnings: mentions of attempted murder, unprotected sex (be safe, folks! wrap it before you tap it!!!), blindfolding (kinda?), virgin!reader, loss of virginity, oral (fem! receiving), vaginal penetration, choking? (Like just briefly), I think that's it.

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myunconquerablesoul · 5 months

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This right here…. 🥹♥️🍀

hello…………..kiyoomi crumbs pls

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE

*patting the hood of a car* this bad boy can hold so much bf!sakusa

cw: swearing and the msby jackals being idiots

you checked your phone again and prayed you weren't keeping him waiting for a long time.

"hi, is omi still in there?"

"he should be just about finishing up, but you can go ahead. you know your way around the place by now," the security guard states warmly, giving you the go-ahead to navigate the back halls of the gym to the men's locker room. even if you did find yourself lost, it'd be easy to get to your destination by simply following the banter of your boyfriend's three very spirited teammates. their voices grow louder with every step and you have to stifle a laugh when you start to pick up the bits and pieces of their conversations.

"and then she told me i was being delusional! can you imagine? me? delusional?"

"remind us all when you met this girl, atsumu?"

"...last week."

"dare i say, she has a point," deadpans the smooth, low voice of your boyfriend. he always knew the best ways to press atsumu's buttons, making it very difficult to invite his friends over for dinner without harmless arguing occurring at the kitchen table. "it's okay; i'm sure you'll find another 'love of your life' next week."

"shoyo, the fuck are you doin' with my shirt?"

"can you all please put clothes on? if sakusa's partner walks in here and all of you are naked-"

"i'm not naked!"

"we know you're not, bokuto, but atsumu needs to put his tits away before i cut them off with scissors," kiyoomi quips and you fail to muffle your snort from around the corner. the room quiets in an instant and you hear a faint fuck before he finally comes to find you. he's still slightly sweaty from practice, all toned muscle and messy hair and bright eyes that only twinkle for you. "hi, beautiful."

"hey, handsome. you done threatening physical violence in there?" your eyebrow quirks in question and he shakes his head tiredly, tugging you into him by the belt loops of your pants. your arms rest on his shoulders, brushing stray curls from his forehead.

"not yet. i still have some unfinished business."

"mmm, with razors, i hear." you nod in solemn understanding and his mouth quirks into a half-smile, another expression of his that was reserved only for you. his lips press a kiss to your temple in a rare show of public affection, inhaling your presence with his eyes shut contentedly. "i could be wrong, but a federal offense will probably screw up your olympic prospects."

"if you tell me to do it, i'll do it," he murmurs absentmindedly and you chuckle under your breath.

"what, murder atsumu or not murder atsumu?"

"dealer's choice." he places one more kiss on your nose before resting his forehead against yours like he'd been away from you for decades. to you, it was a few hours; but, to him, it felt like a century. "i missed you a lot."

"i can tell. you're very affectionate tonight." his forehead scrunches in confusion at the implication of your statement.

"what am i, a cat?" the incredulity in his voice makes you giggle and, despite his best efforts to remain stoic, you can tell he's fighting back a smile too.

"in some ways, yes. you do tend to leave hair all over our couch, and you make a lot of noise when you're hungry." he makes a proud noise in the back of his throat and lightly pinches the flesh of your sides in defiance.

"i'll buy us a new one if you want me to," he promises. you stopped sharing product ads with omi on instagram because he tended to buy you anything that you sent him, even if it was just a funny little trinket you saw on an etsy shop. these items included but were not limited to stationary, plushies, athleticwear, and, of course, furniture.

"you don't need to do that."

"maybe i already have."

"thanks for letting me know that your newest love language is buying me a sofa."

"my love language is doing whatever you want me to do, angel." you both jump when a loud crash comes from the locker room around the corner, followed by hinata's panicked rambling and bokuto saying "that was fucking epic!" atsumu, you'd guess, is either the culprit or the object that caused the crash. you gently push omi's sturdy shoulders away and he groans in protest. "do i have to?"

"wrangle your team, put some proper clothes on, and take me to dinner, lover boy."

"as you wish."

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The art is so beautiful 🤩 wow ♥️🍀

everyone shut up i found the most amazing fanart 🫶

credit: kadeart on twitter

#jjk jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen fanart

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myunconquerablesoul · 6 months

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🥹😍😍♥️

the subject of every photo - fushiguro megumi

word count: 5,555 (i'm so proud of that) warnings: swearin' summary: a photoshoot at the pumpkin patch isn't his ideal day, but at least megumi gets to spend time with you. and maybe he'll take a few pictures anyway. (a/n): really delayed pumpkin themed fic with the softest boy but i needed to write this ok a greater power called upon me to do it

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“It’ll be fun!” Nobara had claimed, although her tone was more threatening than bubbly. “It’s just a little photoshoot at a pumpkin patch, why so gloomy about it?”

And it wasn’t that Megumi was gloomy about it, because he wasn’t. It would be immature to pout about a simple hangout among friends. The thing was… he just didn’t care for the whole pumpkin patch thing that really seemed to take off on instagram and tiktok these last few years.

He hadn’t carved a pumpkin since he was just a tot, and even then he’d only done it to satisfy Gojo’s bonkers need to participate in every holiday tradition. He never particularly liked scooping the guts and seeds out, and as a kid wasn’t decent enough with a blade to carve a face that actually looked interesting. Not to mention, it was always chilly in late October, making it insufferable to wander around outside solely to pick out a big orange vegetable.

Really, if he wanted a pumpkin that bad, he would’ve picked out a discount one from the grocery store. But really, he didn’t want a pumpkin.

Nonetheless, Nobara had bought four disposable cameras— which he didn’t know were even still a thing— told everyone to wear their cutest, coziest outfit, and pretty much demanded they all go spend the afternoon at one of the more popular farms in town. As with most plans, Megumi begrudgingly agreed.

Even under three layers— his coat, his sweater, and the long sleeved tee he wore underneath them both— the crisp air still pricked at his skin and left goosebumps in it’s wake. It was hard to enjoy being out here when he was fighting the urge to shiver.

“It’s pretty cold for this, huh?”

Megumi wipes away the resting bitch face he’d been making, opting instead for as much neutrality as he could muster. He turns to (y/n), only to find her peering up at him from behind her little plastic camera. His brows wrinkle.

“Don’t take a picture of me at that angle”

He puts his hand over the lens and pushes it away before she could even think about snapping the photo, and she chuckles a bit at his boyish antics. He almost cracks a smile when she’s peeking up at him with her cheeks tinged pink from the cold. He squashes it before his lip could curl too far.

“Well what side do you prefer then?” She teases, shifting around to stand before him and raising her shitty little camera again. “Full portrait? Or perhaps a side profile?”

Megumi rolls his eyes, but when he starts to walk away, she’s quick to follow. He doesn’t dislike her company.

Nobara is off farther in the field, ordering Yuuji to pick up as many pumpkins as he can for the perfect picture. It was only a matter of time before she came over and started barking at the two of them to make the perfect poses as well.

“So why do you hate pumpkin patches?” (y/n) breaks their silence, but when he turns to her again, she’s fixing her camera on a sparrow pecking away at a less than ripe pumpkin.

“I don’t hate pumpkin patches,” He replies, but even he has to admit the dryness in his voice makes it seem a bit unbelievable. “It’s just…” He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, but he’s quick to straighten his gaze when he finds her full attention on him now. “Cold” He finishes, lamely, but it’s not untrue.

He fiddles with the plastic camera in his hands.

“Yeah,” (y/n) agrees from beside him. “Would’ve been nice to do this a few weeks ago, when it was still sunny”

Megumi nods back at her, unsure of what else to say.

He hoped that they weren’t doomed to only speak about the weather today. However that meant he’d probably have to put the effort in to change the subject. His palms began to sweat.

It was their day off, so he didn’t want to strike up a conversation about work, and preferably he’d like to avoid the subject of sorcery altogether. So that narrowed down the options by a lot.

He knew that like him, she liked to read. But she was more into the fantasy stuff, and the only book off the top of his head he could make conversation about was The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe and he was fairly certain that wasn’t currently on her shelf.

Was it always this hard or was he just overthinking it?

“Wait, stay right there!”

Before he can suck it up and ask how her most recent assignment went, (y/n’s) throwing her arms up at him to make him freeze in place. Megumi startles at the sudden movement and holler, but he listens and stays put while she backs up a few steps.

“The sun is peeking out,” She explains, before steadying her camera in front of her face. “The lighting is great” She says with a grin, and then without warning, she snaps the photo.

Megumi wants to complain, he didn’t even have time to smile or pose or anything. When that picture got printed, he’d just be a guy standing there, probably with a resting bitch face. Nobara wouldn’t be happy.

But (y/n’s) still grinning as she lowers the camera.

“Too bad we gotta wait so long to see ‘em,” She says as she heads back towards him. “It’d be nice to—”

“Stop moving”

He’s more blunt than she is, already lifting his camera and peeking through the small lens. (y/n) gets the hint and retraces her steps to fit properly in the frame.

“Better?” She asks, tossing her hair over her shoulder dramatically before posing with a bright smile.

Megumi snaps the photo without warning, although he’s sure that this one will turn out much better than the one she’d taken of him. For one, she’s smiling, but he’s also certain that she’s much more photogenic than he is.

She’s at his side again as they wander around the patch, fiddling to fit the camera into the pocket of her coat. It takes him a few minutes to find his courage again, but eventually Megumi clears his throat and tries to spark conversation.

“Gojo used to take a million pictures of me and Tsumiki”

That seems to be exactly the right thing to say, because (y/n’s) entire demeanor lights up as she looks up at him with wide eyes.

“Really?” She laughs softly at the mental picture. “Did he keep, like, photo albums and stuff?”

“Oh yeah,” Megumi snorted, recalling the rows of photo books on the living room bookshelf when he was young. “Dozens, at least. It was like he couldn’t commit a thing to memory, always had to document everything”

When he was young, it was obnoxious to always have a camera shoved in his face. Now though, he wonders if the crazy bastard still had those albums.

“That’s sweet,” (y/n) muses, wandering off a bit to check out a display of gourds, all varying in shapes and colors. “I bet there’s tons of embarrassing ones of you, too” She teases.

Megumi doesn’t give her an answer, instead silently watching as she picks up a large green vegetable with a curly top. She holds the long end in her hand, before turning to face Megumi with the plump end out, holding it like it was a very deformed gun.

He rolls his eyes at the joke, but just as she looks away, he snaps a photo.

(y/n) seems to not even notice, setting the gourd back on the display and turning back to Megumi to continue their conversation.

“Was he a scrapbook mom?”

He chuckles, and he wants to deny it, but he can’t. Even if he tried he thinks she’d see through it with how he smiles with all of his teeth. She’s laughing before he even explains.

“He made one scrapbook, ever,” He tells her. “And you have to swear to never tell them this,” He adds quickly. (y/n) doesn’t have to ask to know who he means, and she simply drags her thumb and forefinger over her lips as if to zip them up. “It took him weeks. I think the kitchen table was covered in all of his crafts for a solid month”

“You’re kidding!” She laughs louder, loving the image of her mentor hunched over a table while he glued down photos and ribbon to pretty sheets of paper.

“I wish I was. I think it’s why he only ever made one,” Megumi shrugged. “But it’s… a lot. Every sheet was three dimensional. The spine of the scrapbook was stretched so wide the thing couldn’t even sit flat”

He knows that all of the pictures in that book would be embarrassing now. Gojo liked to document every first— first day of school, first science project, first A+, along with more ridiculous milestones, like when Megumi chopped all of his hair off in the fifth grade and looked ridiculous. If he remembered correctly, Gojo glued that hair in the book too, as if it were his baby hairs. That scrapbook really should be burned, but a part of him wishes he could show her now, just to prove how messy it really is.

“I’d do anything to get my hands on it,” (y/n) sighed, almost as if she could read his mind. “My parents did some stuff like that, but they certainly weren’t obsessive”

“Obsession is all he knows” Megumi mumbles, and he doesn’t mean to be funny, but she laughs, and it makes his chest feel warm.

“I still think it’s sweet,” She assures him, and then she stops in their slow and aimless walk, kneeling down to tie the shoelaces on her boot. Megumi waits beside her. He cared much more for her company than he did seeing the pumpkin patch. “He probably just wanted to save lots of memories of you guys when you were little. All parents say it goes by fast”

She goes to tie the other boot, and Megumi can only stand there in soft surprise. Sure, deep down he always considered Gojo his parent, because he simply just was. But no one else referred to their relationship that way, the others always called him teacher or mentor. But (y/n) must’ve understood that it was more than that.

He’s pulling his camera out again and stealing another quick picture while she was still focused on her shoes.

When she stands, he’s got the camera tucked back into his pocket and an innocent look on his face.

“Want to take a picture over there?” She asks, pointing to the tower of hay bales set up mostly for photos. Originally it was for children to climb and play on, but it’s purpose was far more often served as a posing station.

Megumi simply nods, and follows her as she races over the tower. It shouldn’t have surprised him when she started climbing the thing right away. Surely Nobara had been over here earlier, striking a pose with one hand on her hip and the other on the stack of hay, but not (y/n), who was almost to the top.

“You’re not gonna fall, right?” Megumi asks unsurely as she’s grabbing at the highest bale.

“I’m a trained athlete!” She shrieks back, clearly offended.

“I’m more worried about you destroying the play area” Megumi retorted, his lip curling upwards against his will. He can’t help but take a picture before she’s settled. Her hair’s a mess and her limbs are everywhere as she tries to steady herself on the wobbling tower, but it’s a perfect picture nonetheless.

“This is great!” She shouts back at him, before stretching her hands above her head. “Take my photo like this!”

It’s silly, it’s childish, but Megumi’s laughing to himself as he snaps a couple.

Somehow she manages to climb down without toppling the entire thing, and they quickly make their way across the pumpkin patch before an employee could scold them for being grown adults playing on the children’s setup.

Megumi finds it easier to talk with her the longer they walk around, aimlessly eyeing pumpkins without committing to picking any out, taking photos here and there, but mostly they just wander around and talk. Yuji and Nobara seem so wrapped up in the full on photoshoot they were having with each other that it could seem like they’d completely forgotten the other pair, but Megumi didn’t mind one bit.

Hang outs never turned out like this. Nobara tended to cling to (y/n) like a lifeline. She was always dragging her off to the next boutique on the strip or game in the arcade or exhibit at the museum— wherever they went, it seemed as soon as Megumi would get a minute of alone time with her, Nobara would steal her away. It was deflating, but he couldn’t be mad, they were best friends after all.

Today was like a gloomy day miracle. He almost felt spoiled having the last half hour with her all to himself. All of her laughter and smiles were only for him. It warmed up his chilled hands until soon, even the breeze wouldn’t make him shiver.

(y/n) didn’t appear to have the same effect, shaking like a leaf every time the wind picked up. She always shrank into the collar of her coat and shoved her hands into her pockets, and after a few times, Megumi couldn’t stand to see her freezing.

“Let’s go inside for a bit,” He nodded his head towards the small shop. (y/n) pouted back at him, before glancing around the pumpkin patch, clearly looking for their friends. “They won’t be upset that we went inside because we’re cold,” Megumi chuckles to himself, before gently pushing his hand against the small of her back so that he’d follow her. “I’ll text Itadori” He adds for good measure.

After a moment of hesitation she agreed and walked along with him, but just slow enough that he left his hand on her lower back. Just because it was nice to be so close to him.

Stepping into the shop was an instant rush of fresh warm air, and she finally felt like she could stretch her fingers. There was a small bakery inside with only a couple of tables, but without anyone else inside it was perfectly quaint to warm up in.

“I’m going to order a hot chocolate, do you want anything?”

The offer was sweet, but she’s already making her way to the counter, set on a mission as soon as the alluring smell of apples and cinnamon wafted past her nose.

“I could go for a coffee” Megumi hummed as he followed.

He’s ordering for the both of them as soon as a clerk arrives behind the counter, two drinks along with the enormous bear claw in the glass case that (y/n) hadn’t torn her eyes away from since stepping up to the counter. She tries to fight him when he pulls out his wallet but he’s faster at tapping his card to the reader than she is at hitting him.

Even once they sit down with their drinks and the pastry that takes up most of the table space between them, she argues with him about the payment, and all he can do is shake his head— and maybe smile to himself just a little bit. After realizing arguing is futile, she decides that as long as he eats some of the bear claw, she can forgive him.

And they continue to chat, about dumb things, about nothing, about everything. Megumi learns all about the book series that she is reading, along with her plans for getting promoted faster, and that her dream pet is a sugar glider.

“That’s ridiculous,” He mumbles through a mouthful of almond paste and cinnamon. “When would you ever have the time to take care of something like that?”

“That’s why it’s a dream pet, dummy,” (y/n) rolls her eyes at him. “Doesn’t have to be realistic. Don’t you have a dream pet?”

“I kinda already have a lot of pets”

“Oh, right,” She laughs to herself, and he thinks he can see a hint of a blush dusting over her cheeks. Was she embarrassed? He wasn’t sure exactly. But it was really cute. “Well if there’s ever a sugar glider shikigami, please summon it for me” She tells him in all seriousness, and Megumi bites his tongue as he agrees to the condition immediately.

He pulls out his camera for the tenth time that day and rests his elbows on the table as he brings it to his face. (y/n’s) eyes widen before she’s covering half her face with one hand.

“Are you taking a picture of me right now?” She hisses anxiously, before shaking her head at him.

“Duh” He mutters out as he tilts forward and back, trying to find just the right angle of lighting.

“I’m eating—”

“So? Not like you have food on your face. Hush. Go back to eating or something”

“I am not letting you take a picture of me while I eat”

“Alright then just sit there then”

She’s grabbing her paper cup of hot cocoa to use as a shield, but it’s too late. Megumi clicks the button and she can hear the soft whirring coming from inside the camera.

The lens cuts to black and Megumi pulls the camera away, eyeing the little roll of numbers next to the lens.

“I’m out already,” He says, tossing it onto the table. “Guess I win”

(y/n) laughs to herself.

“I didn’t know this was a competition,” She takes a sip of her warm beverage before setting it back down. “But I can’t believe you finished before me”

“How many do you have left?”

Curiously, (y/n) pulls the camera out of her pocket and eyes the tape with the amount of film left. She frowns as she looks back up at him.

“Just one,” She answers, and her frown tilts into a small, soft smile before she asks, “Do you want to take one together?”

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Greedily, Nobara snatches the stack of freshly printed photos out of Megumi’s hands. (y/n) and Yuji are too busy sharing theirs with each other, and Nobara had been dying to know what photos Megumi and (y/n) had taken on their last outing. By the time the group had met up and gone home, their cameras were already full, and she knew she hadn’t been the subject of a single one of them.

“I swear Fushiguro if these are all dumb pictures of pumpkins, I’ll—”

But her threat falls short after sliding through the first three pictures.

The first was (y/n) on the path, just standing and smiling. It wasn’t special, there wasn’t even a pumpkin in the background, but it was cute.

The second was a picture of her crouched down and tying her shoe. Her face wasn’t even in the picture, her hair was hanging in front of it, but if you squinted you could barely make out the tip of her nose.

Then the third was another candid, where she was pretending to hold a gourd like a gun.

“What the—?”

Nobara flips through to the next one in the stack, and yet again there’s a candid of her climbing up the side of a hay bale tower. At least that one captured her smile. She shouldn’t have been surprised to see the fifth one in the stack was also of (y/n), this time sitting on top of the haystack victoriously

“You’ve got to be kidding me, dude”

“Okay give them back—!” Megumi tries to grab the stack of pictures from Nobara before she could keep being nosey, but she deflects fast, swiveling to turn away from him and keep skipping through the photos.

He shouldn’t have let her get her hands on them to begin with, but it was too late now. If he caused too big of a scene, Yuji and (y/n) would notice. He didn’t exactly want all of his pictures on display.

So Nobara kept flipping.

One was of her lifting up the tiniest of pumpkins— definitely the runt of the whole patch. It fit in the palm of her hand but she seemed delighted by it.

The next few were just of her walking around, nothing too exciting in the frame. Just the occasional pumpkin in the background.

There was a decent one taken from inside the shop. (y/n) was still in the frame but her back was turned as she eyed the glass case of sweets. Nobara could almost let Megumi off the hook for that one. Almost.

And then the last photo was of her laughing, the blurry image of a paper cup waving in the space beside her face. Her eyes are on the camera, so she must’ve known he was taking that picture, but judging by the surprise in her expression, it was easy to conclude she was trying to hide behind that cup.

Once she’d ogled every picture, Nobara finally turned back to Megumi. Her brows twitched and furrowed, lips parted in shock, not a single word spoken as she handed the stack back to him. It’s practically shoved towards him, but he doesn’t complain, just snatches them back as fast as he can.

He wants to find a way to quickly and discreetly ask her to keep this to herself, but before he can find the words, she’s gawking at him again.

“Every single one?” Nobara asks in a mutter.

“We hung out the whole time, okay? It's not like—” Megumi tries to defend himself, but it’s no use. Nobara’s already speaking over him again.

“It’s almost pathetic, dude. Just ask her out like a normal person”

His brows almost raise to his hairline in shock. Here he thought she was about to call him out for being a creep or something. But no, her disgust only lied in his pathetic pining and lack of action. Maybe he should have assumed that already.

He doesn’t get the chance to say anything before Nobara’s marching over to Yuji and demanding to see his photos as well. Megumi’s left reeling from the whole interaction, the humiliation still lingering in his gut.

The feeling remains as (y/n) makes her way to him, her own fresh stack of photos in her hands. There’s a nervous sort of smile on her face as she glances back at Yuji and Nobara, double checking that they were out of earshot.

“They took that pretty seriously, huh?” Her voice was still low, careful not to draw the attention of their rambunctious friends. “Yuji takes great photos, don’t get me wrong. But I think she should pay him for his time”

There’s some relief in his chest when he cracks a smile, a small laugh coming out. He could only imagine the quality of Nobara and Yuji’s photos, certainly prepped for instagram.

“I bet she still puts filters over all of them” He mutters back, and (y/n) stifles a giggle behind her hand, but nods her head in agreement.

“Can we leave now or what?” Nobara calls out, already dragging Yuji by the arm to leave the store. “I want to get boba before home”

“Boba sounds good,” (y/n) agrees softly. “Let’s go”

As the red head continued to drag her friend despite him arguing that he was an adult who could walk by himself, she turned and aggressively whispered something to him. After her obvious threatening, she glances back at (y/n) and Megumi, which Yuji promptly follows her pointed glance. Suddenly after that he was upright and speed walking along with her.

(y/n) and Megumi share a baffled look as their friends so blatantly ditch them, but they don’t exactly pick up the pace to follow.

“So, did you get good photos?” Megumi asks, tucking his own away in his pocket. Foolishly, he hoped if they were out of sight she wouldn’t ask him about them.

“Oh,” (y/n) chuckles nervously, holding her stack of pictures in both hands. She tilts them towards herself so he can’t see, and Megumi raises a brow at the secrecy. “It’s kind of embarrassing, actually” She says sheepishly.

Her cheeks flood with color, and Megumi can’t help the curious grin that begins to stretch across his face.

“Embarrassing?” He repeats, sounding horrifically hopeful. (y/n) sighs, and sticks her arm out, handing him the stack. He’s quick to take them and start flipping through, eyeing her anxious demeanor in his peripheral vision.

“Yuji’s probably going to tell you anyway. But… they’re sort of all..”

His steps slow further after quickly sliding through the bunch of pictures.

The first was at the entrance of the pumpkin patch, with the cute sign with the family name painted on it, and just under it was him. He wasn’t paying attention, and quite frankly he looked rather bored standing there. She must’ve taken it while he was still pouting about having to go.

The next photo was of the sparrow poking at the rotted pumpkin, and he had to admit the way she captured it actually was sort of cute.

The third was the photo Megumi dreaded seeing. He recognized it as soon as he saw himself standing on the thin path of dirt. He grimaced as he looked closer to see just how bad it was. But to his surprise, he wasn’t scowling like he thought he’d been. He was actually smiling.

Which was odd… he certainly didn’t remember smiling for that picture. He clearly remembered being upset because he hadn’t tried to look nice for her picture at all.

He glances at (y/n) to gauge her reaction so far, but she was holding her expression at a neutral state, waiting for him to react first.

So Megumi goes back to the photos, and flips to the next one. Which was… also him. It wasn’t anything special, just him standing there, but he was smiling a little bit in that one, too.

When the following is also a candid of him with that dumb little smile, he glances over at (y/n) again, raising a brow at her in silent question.

She’s a tough one to crack, but the corner of her lips gives her away as she tries to bite back a smile. His own smile is unable to be hidden as he flips through a few more photos.

And to his shock and delight, they’re all him. Him while he was picking up that big pumpkin she dared him to, him while he was drinking his coffee and not paying attention, him just standing and doing nothing in particular, but for whatever reason, she’d used up all her film on capturing it.

His favorite is the one of the both of them. She’d given him the camera so he could stretch his arm out and snap the photo selfie style. They’re sitting at the small table, two paper cups and the enormous bear claw between them, but pushed aside as (y/n) leans across the tabletop in order to better center herself. She’s grinning from ear to ear, her chin set in one hand while the other holds up a peace sign. Megumi’s smile isn’t as wide but nevertheless it’s genuine, and anyone looking at the picture would know. It’s a great picture of the two of them, and he thinks it’s probably the first, too.

Megumi hadn’t realized he’d gone through the whole stack till he flips to the next one and is met with the first photo, but once he does, (y/n’s) quick to reach out and take them back. She doesn’t snatch them as aggressively as Nobara had, she handles them gently, careful not to leave an ugly smudge or crease.

Megumi watches with eager intrigue as she tucks the edges together neatly, making the stack smooth in her hands.

“Sorry if that’s creepy— is that creepy?” She turns to him suddenly, full of worry that she’d crossed a line, but Megumi just chuckles, and shakes his head at her.

“Not creepy” He muses, his soft smile remaining as he dips his hand into his pocket, retrieving his own small collection of photos.

He stares at them for an indecisive minute, clenching and unclenching his jaw, working up the courage to make the smallest of gestures. When he does hold them out to her, he still doesn’t say a thing. His throat is too dry and hot to even try. He thinks it would be worse if his voice cracked right now.

(y/n) smiles as she tucks her pictures away in her purse with great care so that she could better look through the pictures he’d taken. His face flushes with color when she finally takes them from him. Even the small brush of the tips of her fingers against his has Megumi’s breath catching in his throat.

And he holds his breath as she eagerly slides through the stack of photos. His throat is far too constricted now to show any sign of life. He very well could pass out at any moment. He just hopes she’d leave him there in a heap on the ground.

The relief of the exhale doesn’t come until she begins to giggle. It’s soft at first, almost under her breath as she continues admiring his photos, but then it erupts into something brilliant and bubbly, as if it was coming out of her uncontrollably. As lovely as the reaction was, it didn’t do much to ease Megumi’s nerves. They began to sink their teeth into his heart and gut, and he knew that any minute now, his knees would give out.

When her laughter calms down and she finally looks up at him, the surprise is evident on his features when he sees her colored cheeks and nervous smile. She hands the stack back to him, and Megumi’s quick to tuck them into his pocket, where maybe he they’d disappear forever, or at least just from the front of their minds.

“That’s pretty cute, huh?” She asks, an aftershock of quiet laughter shaking her shoulders and crinkling the corners of her eyes. This time, Megumi can’t help the way he laughs with her, but he does duck his head bashfully.

(y/n) thinks it’s all the more cuter, how he resorts to his nervous habit of rubbing the back of his neck and looking anywhere but directly at her. She wonders if he even knows he’s doing it. With a surge of confidence, she rocks on her feet.

“Wanna ditch our friends and get lunch or something?”

He shrugs and nods, thinking anything would be better sustenance than the too-sugary drinks that Nobara had an addiction to. But the implication of the question dawns on him too late, and suddenly his eyes are widening as he realizes what she really meant.

“You mean— like, a date?”

It’s so damn cute the way his brows furrow and then raise ever so slightly, waiting without a single ounce of patience for her clarification. (y/n’s) giggling again as she nods her head, putting him out of his misery.

“Yeah, like a date,” She repeats teasingly.

Megumi nods his head again, this time faster, as if there was a time limit to her offer and he was worried he’d already wasted too much of it. Her smile brightens and there’s a small but noticeable skip in her step as they head off in a new direction together.

“Now maybe it won’t be so creepy when our friends see those pictures” She says, and Megumi can’t decipher if she’s messing with him or not. The look he gives her barely hides his panic.

“They’re gonna see them?”

“What do you think they’re talking about right now?” (y/n) retorts, knowing for a fact that Yuji and Nobara were gossiping away about the pair’s photos that consisted only of each other.

The thought makes Megumi’s face feel hot, and there’s no discretion in the way he tugs at his collar. The idea makes him nervous, his stomach flipping excessively. That said, he knew with the amount of gossip those two chatterboxes would generate, there was plenty of time to add a date to today’s agenda.

“They probably won’t even notice we’re gone”

(y/n) nods in agreement.

“They’ll be grateful to have the time for girl talk,” She teases.

With purpose, she steps closer to him so she could link her arm around his, tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow and shyly smiling up at him. Megumi returns the smile, his arm hooking a little further to keep her tucked next to him as close as he wanted. It was another chilly day outside, but he could almost forget about it with the way her closeness sparked warmth in his chest that flooded throughout his whole body. He hoped he’d get to do this for the rest of their day—

“So… where do we want to go?”

—and more days to come. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

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Gojo Satoru knows that his reputation precedes him.

It always has, and it always will. Being the strongest puts him and those he’s closest to under a microscope, and he’s lived his life constantly under the scrutiny of the Jujutsu world. The higher-ups, Principal Yaga, his fellow faculty, his friends. Whether that’s a good or bad thing really depends on the day.

And today, it’s pretty bad.

Because today, Shoko had called to tell him that Itadori was dead.

The official line is that he’d been killed in action on a rescue mission gone awry, but he knows the truth. It was a setup, an opportunity taken by the higher-ups to kill Sukuna’s vessel, whose death Satoru had fought to suspend (it had been a gamble, sure, vouching for Itadori, but one that would have had a major payoff had it gone according to plan).

But the higher-ups don’t trust him, not really, and the lengths they always went to in order to undermine him always irritated him, sure, but this time it was all kinds of fucked up.

Itadori hadn’t been alone on that mission. Kugisaki and Megumi, his Megumi, could very well have been killed too.

(What good was his reputation as the strongest, when he couldn’t even use it to keep those closest to him safe?)

They’re just kids, he thinks bitterly as he sits in the one place no one would ever think to find him.

A bar.

This particular bar in Ginza is one of his go to’s when he needed to think. It’s relatively quiet and tame for this district, and anyone who knows Satoru knows that he isn’t a big drinker, so no one would really think to find him here. It’s perfect.

He sips disinterestedly at an old fashioned, a drink he wasn’t really familiar with, but had heard Nanami order once or twice. If he was going to sit around and mope before heading back to Jujutsu Tech (its morgue, specifically), he’d have to order something.

He reaches into his pocket when his phone buzzes, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he glances at the screen.

It’s you.

If it were anyone else, he would have ignored it and left it for tomorrow. He’d already ignored several calls and texts from Yaga, Ijichi, glanced at a text from Megumi, but this it’s you, and he could never ignore you.

(Not when he needs you most.)

>> shoko told me what happened. i can’t believe it.

He stares at the screen when the response bubble appears again, waiting, the light from his phone illuminating the dark corner he’s claimed near the back of the bar.

>> are you okay?

Not really, he wants to type, thumb hovering over the screen.

pretty pissed honestly <<

The next words he types are, ‘i need to see you,’ but when he realizes how needy it sounds (Gojo Satoru is not needy) his thumb hits the backspace until the words disappear and instead he sends,

u back from saitama? <<

When you haven’t answered after five minutes, Satoru sighs, flipping his phone face-down on the table. He’s definitely not disappointed. The drop in his stomach’s gotta be from the grand, three sips of alcohol he’s had.

He’s simmering in self-loathing when someone slides into his booth, and his eyes flick up to look at you over the rims of his shades.

“Can I get a scotch on the rocks over here?” He requests in the general direction of the bartender. “With a twist, of course.”

“Thanks,” you say, greeting him with a little half smile. He can sense the hesitation in your voice, and can feel your cursed energy spark slightly when he silently lifts his gaze to meet yours.

Guilt, he guesses, is what’s exchanged in your shared silence. Guilt because they’re your students too.

You’re still in your uniform, your face streaked with tired lines that Satoru has a feeling are mirrored on his own. “How was your mission?”

You just shrug as the server sets your drink on the table, and Satoru just nods. You’re here and in one piece, and so is he. That’s all that matters these days.

“How’d you get here so fast?”

“I’d just gotten into Shibuya when Shoko texted,” you explain quietly, fiddling with the torn sleeve of your top. “I figured you’d be here when Megumi called and said he hadn’t heard from you.”

Sometimes he wonders if you’re the one with Six-Eyes, because you always seem to know when he’ll be sulking into this bar, moping around in this booth and drinking alcohol he doesn’t really like. “How’s he doing?”

“He’s pretty torn up about the whole thing. Kugisaki too.”

Satoru slumps in his seat. He knows he should be there with them, for them, telling them that death is inevitable and preparing them for the Goodwill Event. He should be reporting back to the higher-ups and updating them on the status of his own mission. He should be dropping by the morgue to talk to Shoko and sign autopsy consent forms.

There are a million things that Gojo Satoru needs to be doing - because being the strongest means you never get a break - but right now he’s just…tired. (Right now he needs you.)

“Are you okay?” you ask softly, your fingertips tentatively brushing his. (He wants to reach out and interlock your fingers with his. Feel the warmth of your hand in his own.)

Instead, he shrugs, taking a sip of his drink to avoid answering. He doesn’t really feel like talking about it right now, and he’s grateful when you don’t push, watching curiously as you down your own drink without a flinch, tossing a few bills onto the table as you slide out of the booth.

“Come on.”

You hold your hand out to him, and he takes it without hesitation.

Satoru’s always liked your apartment.

He probably spends more time here than his own. He likes sitting atop your dark granite countertops, bugging you while you cook. He likes sprawling out on your velvet sectional, listening to you huff about his stupidly long legs. He likes gazing out the floor to ceiling windows with you while you share a morning coffee, admiring the view of Tokyo.

(Satoru’s always liked your apartment, because it’s where you are.)

Tonight, the two of you are lounging out on your balcony, faintly illuminated by Tokyo’s twinkling lights and flashy billboards. Outside, the muffled but ever present hum of the city after dark makes the silence between you two comfortable, natural. His glasses are inside, folded up and forgotten on the kitchen counter.

With his eyes shut, his head nestled comfortably in your lap, and your hand gently smoothing through his hair, Satoru thinks this is the most relaxed he’s been in weeks.

Of course, that’s when all of it comes tumbling out.

“They never should have been sent out there,” he finally mutters quietly. “Emergency or not, they never should have dispatched inexperienced first years.”

“I know,” you murmur. “Itadori hardly even knows—” your hand stills in his hair when you catch your mistake, “—hardly knew how to use Jujutsu.”

He thinks about how defenceless the kid had to have been. How utterly helpless he must have felt. How much he must have regretted.

“I was gonna teach him,” he sighs, and it comes out a little shaky. “He had the skill, the drive, the right amount of crazy. I had a plan, but the higher-ups…they hate not being in control so much that they’d—” he sits up, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. “Shit, they weren’t even the age I was when Toji— or when Suguru—”

Flashes of the spear, of the blinding pain from practically being split in half. Of the chunk of flesh he’d blown off of Megumi’s father.

Memories of a familiar figure, his best friend’s back to him as he disappears into the crowd. A reunion, years later, with a bitter end.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you murmur, and Gojo hadn’t realized he’d been crying until you’re in front of him, using your thumbs to gently wipe the tears from his cheeks. He’s not supposed to cry.

So he reigns it in like he was taught to do, crying on the inside like winner. Satoru draws a few deep breaths to steady himself, letting his hands settle loosely around your waist. He focuses on the sensation of your hands gently cupping his face, letting it - letting you - ground him.

“What do you want us to do now?” You ask quietly, Satoru slowly lifting his gaze to meet yours.

“Us?”

“I’m behind you, no matter what,” you tell him firmly.

He grips your wrists in his hands, sighing, your pulse fluttering under his fingertips. “I don’t want you involved in my shit with the higher-ups.”

You shake your head a little. “It’s not just for you. They’re my students too. I cooked with Itadori, go shopping with Kugisaki...I even tucked Megumi in when he was little. And I’m so sick of the higher-ups thinking they can control you by hurting the people we care about.”

“I know,” Satoru agrees slowly. “But you’re— and I can’t—”

You’re too important to me. I can’t lose you too.

But he should know better by now, because after all these years, you’re still here, and you remind him too, gently resting your forehead against his and whispering, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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myunconquerablesoul · 6 months

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This is so cute and wholesome 😍♥️🙈🍀

dad's on vacation

(comm info/ kofi support)

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myunconquerablesoul · 6 months

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Delicious 🤤🧁💦👅

Choso once made a joke when he was eating you out that licking the cum from your pussy was like licking the frosting off a cupcake, and now his pet name for you is ‘cupcake.’ When your friends hear him call you that they think it’s just a cute, endearing nickname, but Choso looks at you with a shit-eating grin because he knows just hearing him say “Hey cupcake” makes you wet.

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myunconquerablesoul · 6 months

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🥹 I love him so much 🍀♥️ this is me rejecting canon!!! I don’t care anymore let me delulu in peace 🙌🍀♥️🥹

tired eyes

pairing: gojo x reader

wc: 783

warnings: light angst, minor manga spoilers

a/n: tagging @shotorus in this bc sel your sleepy gojo thoughts made me unable to stop thinking about this idea I've wanted to write. I know this is so different to the vibes of what you were talking about but I figured you deserved the tag since this lil drabble finally made its way out of my head bc of you <3 (pls don't feel like you need to read this I'm nervy just tagging you lol)

Gojo’s keys clang loudly against the bowl on the table in the entryway, and he has half a mind to cringe at the noise, seeing as it’s so late and you’re probably asleep by now. He unzips his jacket as he drags his feet in the direction of the bedroom, heaving out a sigh and finally letting his shoulders relax a little, letting some of the tension he’s been harboring for days leave his body. He's so tired that he feels like he could fall asleep in his clothes without even crawling beneath the duvet, though he knows he should at least shower first. But that's all forgotten when he steps into the warm glow spilling into the hallway from the light on your nightstand, and he hesitates for a moment when he notices that you're not asleep—in fact, you're very much awake, like you've been waiting for him.

Your gaze darts up when you see the figure in the doorway, a smile immediately lighting up your face. “You’re home,” you say as you set aside the book you were reading and pull your headphones off.

Gojo raises an eyebrow, making his way to the edge of the bed where you rise onto your knees to meet him. “You’re still up?”

And you nod, shrugging one shoulder slightly as you bring your hands up to cup his face. “Of course. Can’t really sleep well when I’m waiting for you to come back from a mission, ya know?” You say it so casually, but it makes him frown knowing you’re referring to the nineteen agonizing days he was gone from you. You lean in to close the distance between you two, pressing your lips to his in a hungry kiss that has him grasping your waist and pulling you flush against him.

“Well, as much as I wish you wouldn’t stay up just for me, I’m glad you did,” he murmurs into your mouth.

“Mmm,” is all you hum in response, pushing your fingertips underneath his blindfold. And then you kiss his nose, then his forehead, and then briefly his lips again.

And those lips fall into probably the prettiest pout you’ve ever seen. “You gonna take it off?” he asks, his voice low, and normally the tone would have you moving quickly to take everything off of him, but not tonight. Tonight, his voice is low with exhaustion, and you'd noticed the way it seemed to seep into his bones the moment he entered the room.

“No,” you say softly, and he nearly whines, “you’re tired. Your eyes—” You gently let your fingertips smooth across his eyelids over the blindfold “—I’m sure they need the rest.”

Gojo had a penchant for coming home with migraines after missions, all that time with his blindfold off to help him fight draining him and making his eyes even more sensitive than normal, and you’re sure tonight is no different.

“But I want to see you.”

The corner of your mouth tilts up. “I may not know exactly how your technique works, Satoru, but I know you can see me.”

And this time he does whine, squeezing your waist and pressing his forehead against yours. “You know it’s not the same. I wanna see you.”

You hum, stringing him along like you’re thinking about it and toying with the edge of the black fabric. “Okay,” you finally say, “just a peek, yeah?” Before he even has a chance to respond you're lifting it off and dropping it to the side. His hair falls around his face, messier than it normally is, and you gently brush it back.

Gojo blinks a couple of times to adjust his eyes to the light, and your chest tightens at the sleepy smile he gives you, at the way his eyes seem dimmer than usual. “Hi,” he whispers.

And you’re suddenly overcome with a wave of emotion that has you blinking back tears. “Hi.” You cup his face again, thumbs stroking over his cheekbones. “I missed you.”

He flashes you a grin. “Aww, no need to miss me too much, you know I can’t stay away from you.”

And you both know it’s his attempt to lighten the mood, to pretend that someday there's going to be a time when you’re not waiting up for him, when you can be at peace despite knowing his responsibilities will always take him away for days at a time, when he's not carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders—when there's not a very real possibility that someday he may not come home to you.

So instead you just let your tears fall, giving him a wobbly smile. “I know.”

reblogs & comments always appreciated <3

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myunconquerablesoul · 6 months

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I- this- THIS RIGHT HERE- I can’t even to begin describing what it does to me!!!

Domestic Nanami- you can’t tell me he wouldn’t be like this!!

You did an amazing job with this one!!!!🍀♥️ wow!Bravo!

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Tie my tie, marry me

Summary: The moment Nanami knew he never wanted to tie his tie by himself ever again and wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. fluffy, nanami x fem!reader, nanami already loves everything you do but something about tying his tie was so intimate and special to him

It had been a year since Nanami officially asked you to be his girlfriend, but you had just started staying over during the weekdays. If either of you would stay at each other's houses, it would only be during the weekends when you both knew the next day could be dedicated to each other. Only recently had that unspoken rule changed.

You had both gone to the mall to shop for your new professional wardrobe and Nanami asked if he could buy a few extra things for you to keep at his house. You both knew what that implied and told him he could buy it, only if you could buy some stuff for him to keep at your house. You had both never been happier to spend more time and money at a crowded mall.

Nanami woke up a bit later for work than usual because of a power outage that turned off his alarm clock and did not charge his phone. You went into work after he did so you make his coffee and pack his lunch while he took a quick shower. You run into the bathroom to let him know he had less than 15 more minutes.

He steps out of the shower and grabs his razor to shave. You reach for the hairdryer he bought for you to keep at his house and start to dry his hair as he quickly shaves. You run out and start to rummage through his closet to set his clothes on the bed. Nanami finishes shaving and follows you out to get dressed.

"Shirt first, hurry," you take the shirt off the hanger and throw it to him.

Nanami begins to button the shirt when you get in front of him and start pulling his collar up and putting his tie around his neck. He looks at you with a questioning look and you quickly explain, "My dad taught me how to tie a tie. Never thought it'd come in handy since I never knew anyone who regularly wore a tie before you." You laugh at the memory but continue what you were doing to avoid making your boyfriend late.

Nanami however... his fingers stop buttoning his shirt. He looks at you, concentration and rush covering your features, but your fingers gently grazed his skin as you looped his tie. She's the first person to ever tie it for me, Nanami thinks. He had to learn how to do it from a video and was later corrected by some older male coworkers who showed him with their own ties.

The events of that morning finally dawn on him. You jumped out of bed right after you felt him jump out and started rushing around the apartment with him. He hadn't even mentioned that he was late, but you opened your eyes and knew what to do. He could smell the coffee from the room and heard the clanking of the leftover containers being opened and slid across counters from the shower. You dried his hair knowing that his route to work was not long enough to let it dry itself, and you took out exactly what he would have worn that day while he shaved. And now... there you stood before him, helping him tie his tie so his hands could do other things.

It seemed so... small. It was so small, so truly insignificant in the scale of life, something that could not hold weight in the world or change anything in the universe. But it changed his life, it was his favorite view in the word, and it would become his universe.

You look up at him and see him staring... and his hands not moving?! You move his hands away from the buttons and rush to finish buttoning it down. He takes your face in his hands and leans down to kiss you slowly. So very slow and soft. It stops you completely and you wrap your arms around his waist, relishing in the smell of his aftershave and body wash. Nanami deepens the kiss and moves an arm around your waist to pull you in closer. As much as you love when he pulls you in, the movement pulls you out of the kiss trance.

"Oh my god, Kento, hurry!! You're late, you're late!"

You step back and shove his pants into his arms. You tell him to hurry and that you'd grab his shoes to put by the door. You start yelling across the apartment that it would rain the entire afternoon and he needed to take the umbrella.

Nanami listens as you rustle through the closet looking for the umbrella and the light thud of what might have been his lunch bag and coffee thermal on the entryway table. He walks out the room putting on his suit jacket and sees you lightly jumping while telling him to hurry with his shoes.

Nanami leans down to tie his shoes but pauses after he's done. He goes to touch your bare leg since you hadn't even gotten dressed after waking up. You only wore his large shirt and underwear. He kneels and carefully lifts one leg to kiss your knee. He looks up from his kneeling position and says, "Thank you for helping. You really didn't have to."

His loving eyes close slightly while you lean down to give him one kiss as your response. "You're late," you whisper against his lips.

Nanami stands and takes his things while waving bye to you and your bed head. He heads out the door and begins a light jog to catch his regular train.

Yeap, she's the one, Nanami thinks.

Nanami spent his lunch break at the jewelry shop looking at rings that would look beautiful on your finger. There were so many engagement rings that would look gorgeous on you, but one caught his eye as he imagined that ring slightly moving on your finger as you tied his tie.

"I like that one. Do you have a size (your ring size) in stock?"

Nanami buys the ring at that moment and texts you to ask if he could come over to your house after work. He does not plan to propose on a regular Tuesday evening with no special plans, but he wants to hug you, smell your lovely perfume, take you some flowers, and give you a special thanks for helping him. And maybe, maaaayybe (most likely), stay over at your house to help him with his tie again the next morning.

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