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gojo x metalhead!reader

satoru had always done is best to support you and your interests. however, he was admittedly a bit scared. he had never done anything like this before. a couple weeks ago, you had approached him and asked if he wanted to go to a concert with you. of course, he agreed without fully knowing what he got himself into.

“so what band are we going to see?” he asked, trying to hide his nervousness. “bad omens, they are my favorite,” you reply with a smile. your smile calmed him a bit. he knew you were into heavier music as he had listened to some of it with you. but, he had never once thought about going to a metal concert. he smiled back, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. he pressed his lips against yours softly. the cold metal of your piercings giving him a strange sense of comfort.

“you seem nervous,” you said, looking up at the tall white-haired man. satoru was good at hiding his emotions from one but not you. you were the only person who could read him like a book. “me? nervous? never,” he scoffed playfully. “you’re such a bad liar. you don’t have to go, toru,” you replied.

“of course i want to go,” he said, “i guess i’m a little nervous i’ll stick out a lot…not really sure what to expect.” you gave him a reassuring smile before wrapping your arms around his neck. “you have nothing to worry about, toru. we can stick to the wall away from the mosh pit. that way we can just enjoy the music,” you reassured him, “as for sticking out, i’ll give you one of my band tees to wear.”

satoru nodded and followed you to your bedroom, so he could change. he put on one of your oversized black band shirts before looking at himself in the mirror. he was used to looking so casual, but he didn’t completely hate the look. “so what do we think?” he asked. you turn to look at your boyfriend, who is now wearing all black. “oh you look so cute!” you squealed.

you and satoru walked into the venue hand in hand. he looked around still unsure of how to feel. you squeezed his hand to reassure him that everything you be fine. he followed you as you pushed your way through the crowd until you found a place that didn’t have quite as many people but still had a good view of the stage.

soon, the lights went dark. everyone in the crowd including yourself let out excited screams as the band took the stage. they opened with one of their heavier songs, leading to a mosh pit opening up almost immediately. satoru looked at the group of people running into each other with smiles on their faces. he was a bit confused by the concept. however, he did make sure to stand between you and the pit just in case the pushing got too aggressive. he looked back at you to see you jumping around and screaming your lungs out. in all the time you had been dating, he can only recall you looking this carefree and happy a handful of times. it’s almost like you were in your natural habitat, which made satoru relax.

after a few songs, satoru became more acclimated to his new environment. it also helped that the band had played the few songs he had listened to with you. “i know this one,” he yelled excitedly, bouncing up and down. you smiled and cheered with him. he sang along with you, excited to finally know one of their songs. you looked at your once tense boyfriend finally relax and live in the moment.

as the band started another one of their heavy songs, satoru couldn’t help but feel drawn to the pit. “i think i want to join the mosh pit,” he said, leaning down so you could hear him. you looked at him in utter shock before the widest smile broke out on your face. “you should!” you encouraged. he smiled widely before heading towards the middle of the crowd. you followed close behind him, pulling out your phone to capture this moment. right as satoru had joined the pit, the lead singer of the band commanded the pit to get moving. you watched from the edge of the pit as satoru pushed up on people shoving them and of course helping those who fell over. needless to say, you felt proud of your boyfriend for trying something he would typically never do.

as the concert came to an end, satoru ran back to you with a big smile on his face. his hair was sweaty and stuck to his forehead. his cheeks were red. his breath was labored, but you could tell he just had the time of his life. “that was so much fun!” he exclaimed. you giggled at your boyfriend, who was going on about how much he enjoyed the concert. “i’m so glad you enjoyed yourself. thank you for going with me,” you said, leaning your head against his arm as you walked back to the car. he placed a kiss on the top of your head before opening the car door for you. “of course, baby. i want to go to another one soon,” he gleamed. it warmed your heart knowing that satoru had given another one of your interests a shot. it meant more knowing that you would be able to share more of these memories with him.

“you think i should dye my hair black?” he blurted out. you let out a surprised laugh before placing your hand on his. “satoru baby i say this with all the love in my heart but hell no. i love your white hair too much,” you giggled. he pouted just wanting to look more like the metalhead he was slowly becoming.

a/n: not so shameless plug for bad omens because they really are my favs forever, but they can be subbed for your favs! i thought this was a silly but cute idea as a metalhead myself :P not proofread

heaven and back - s. geto

cw: smut MDNI, unprotected sex, fingering, p in v, spanking, semi-public, not proofread

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this is the first of my chase atlantic x jjk series! i hope you enjoy :P

Music blared through the crowded club. You could feel the bass shake the floor under your feet as you danced. The air was humid probably due to all the bodies grinding together on the dance floor. You had come to the club with a couple of girlfriends but hadn’t seen them since you walked in. Typically, you would be worried, but tonight you felt like a different woman. Your hips swayed to the music completely losing yourself in the moment. It wasn’t long before you spotted a mysterious man with long black hair eyeing you down. His looks were killer under any normal circumstances you would feel small under his gaze, but his sharp eyes, watching your every move, gave you a new sense of confidence.

You smirked to yourself before turned around so your ass faced him. You moved your hips slowly, letting your hands roam your body. You snuck a glance at the man from over your shoulder. He take a sip of his drink before making his way over to you. You could feel your heartbeat quicken as his large hands snaked around your waist.

“What’s your name, pretty girl?” He asked, leaning close to your ear.

“Y/N” you replied, slightly pushing your ass into his prominent bulge, “What about you?”

“Suguru,” he said lowly, obviously trying to stop a groan from escaping his lips.

He held you against his body as you continued to grind your ass into him. You could feel yourself beginning to grow wetter, feeling his hands drop lower on your hips. The desire overwhelmed you as if you were going to explode if you didn’t get Suguru inside you soon. But, you could tell the feeling was mutual. You grabbed his hand and led him towards the club bathrooms. He followed you through the crowd without hesitation. When you finally reached the bathroom, Suguru quickly shut the door, locking it to ensure no one would interrupt. He wasted no time pressing his lips against yours, pushing you against the sink. You immediately reciprocated, tasting the need and passion dripping from his lips. Your hands reached up to his face to pull him in closer.

“Do you always act like such a slut?” He questioned in between kisses.

“Only to hot guys with long hair,” you replied breathily, connecting your lips once more.

Suguru chuckled against your lips before turning you around and bending you over the sink. By this point, your juices were starting to drip down your inner thigh, which did not go unnoticed by Suguru. He smirked as his hands trailed down your ass until he reached the hem of your dress. He quickly pulled your dress up before you realized what happened. His eyes settled on your wet folds, completely exposed in front of him. Your legs were weak with anticipation.

“No panties,” Suguru smirked, running a finger along your slit.

You let out a surprised squeal, earning yet another chuckle from him. He carefully licked your juices from his finger, letting out a satisfied hum. You could see his dick grow more agitated with his pants doing little to nothing to hide his massive boner.

“Hmm, you taste good, pretty girl,” Suguru hummed.

His words alone could’ve made you cum in that moment. The heat between your legs grew more and more intense as Suguru’s fingers connected with your needy clit. He made sloppy circles with his thumb while he inserted two fingers in your needy hole. His long fingers curled, hitting just the right stop. They pumped in and out of you at a steady pace. Soon, the bathroom was filled with the sound of your moans. It wasn’t long before you felt a tightness in your lower stomach. Your insatiable pussy clenched around his fingers, signaling you were close. For a moment, Suguru considered letting you cum. That was until two words fell from your lips.

“Sugu…more…” you moaned, trying to keep it together.

“No please?” he pouted before pulling away and laying a hard slap on your ass.

The stinging sensation traveled to your core, making you pulse with desire. You looked at Suguru with so much need that he almost felt sorry for teasing you for so long. On the inside, he was just as needy, but he wanted so badly to take his time with you.

“Please, Suguru. I need more…” you managed to whisper the words out.

“See that wasn’t so hard,” he smirked before unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down.

He groaned as his already leaking dick was finally released from the confines of his boxers. Your eyes widen in surprise, looking at his dick. It was even bigger than you imagined. Part of you wondered if it would fit.

“I stretched you out enough. It will fit, pretty girl,” he said.

You watched as he spread his precum along his shaft before lining up with your entrance. He looked at through the mirror for approval to which you nodded, yearning to know how he would feel inside you. He slowly pushed his length inside of you, earning drawn out moans from the both of you. He hadn’t even started to move, but you felt like you were about to come undone. One of his large hands gripped your hips, pulling them to meet his as he started to thrust into you. The other hand wrapped around your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

His cock bullied your pussy, hitting your g spot with every thrust. The sound of your skin slapping together filled your ears along with the muffled music in the background. For a moment, it seemed like you and Suguru were in your own world.

“That feel good, pretty,” he groaned, looking down at you.

You simply nodded, not trusting yourself to form words. The pleasure was so close to overtaking you that you just needed to focus on not coming. Suguru laid another swift slap on your ass, making you grip the sink.

“Use your words, pretty girl.”

“Feels so good,” you moaned.

“Good girl.”

Suguru’s pace only grew sloppier as he felt himself getting close. His grip on your hair grew tighter. Every move he made indicated that he could come at any moment. You hoped that he would, so you could finally get your release. The pleasure was almost becoming too much as tears began to form in your eyes.

“Close,” was all you were able to mutter out before you lost control. You came on Suguru’s dick as your head spun from the pleasure. The pleasure was only amplified by the feeling of Suguru’s hot load coating your insides. He sloppily rode out the both your highs, leaving you both panting messes. You hadn’t noticed him pull out as you were still trying to come back down to earth. The jingle of his belt buckle seemed to sort of pull you out of your trance.

“See you around, pretty girl,” he smirked before leaving the bathroom.

You watched him leave while you were still trying to wrap your head around what just happened.

the apparition

synopsis: after suguru’s passing, his presence seemed to linger. you thought you were crazy for thinking he was still hanging around until he appeared in front of you.

cw: mentions of death, depression, su*cidal ideations, longing for death, spiraling of mental health, ANGST, not proofread

word count: 2.8k

a/n: please let me know if i left any warnings out and i will add them! this was inspired by the song above.

You were haunted.

Haunted by him…

It had been months since Suguru passed. Not a day had passed where you didn’t think about him. You wondered if there was anything you could have done to make him stay. You continuously racked your brain trying to find something, but you always came up empty handed. In reality, there was no way anyone could have saved him from the path he chose. 

You didn’t even know why you cared so much. You hadn’t talked in years after he broke your heart by defecting from jujutsu society. But, he was the love of your life after all…maybe that’s why you could never fully let him go. 

He had tried numerous times to reach out to you, but you always ignored him, knowing that no good could come from it. Yet, deep inside, you still longed to feel his touch just one more time. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” Satoru asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Suguru…sometimes it feels like his presence still lingers…” you replied in a quiet voice.

“I know what you mean. Maybe he’s watching over us…whether that be a good or bad thing,” Gojo smirked softly to himself, wrapping his arm around your shoulders giving you a squeeze.

You both stood up and went your separate ways. There was still that feeling you couldn’t shake. It felt like something or someone was watching you…

That feeling remained as you tucked yourself into bed. Your eyes fluttered softly as you began to drift off to sleep.

“Y/N…” a familiar voice called out.

There’s no way…it couldn’t be. Your eyes shot open, looking around your room until your eyes fell on him.

“Suguru…” you muttered in disbelief.

“Long time no see, pretty girl,” he smiled, sitting down on the edge of your bed. 

Rather than feeling frightened, a strange warmth engulfed you as you stared at him. It was undoubted Suguru. His hair fell on his shoulders just as you had remember it. His soft gaze and warm smile unchanged. 

“How are you here? I don’t understand.”

He just chuckled softly like he always used to when you tell him a stupid joke. The chuckle you had been dying to hear since he left. You carefully crawled towards him still not understanding what was going on. You reached out to touch his face. He allowed his head to lean into your touch, allowing you to feel his weight against your hand. 

“I have to go now, pretty,” he sighed, placing his hand on yours.

“Wait! No!” You shouted, but it was no use. He was gone just as fast as he appeared.

You still felt his face against your hand, clutching it closely to your chest. Tears began to fall uncontrollably from your eyes. Your heart felt like it had been ripped out of your chest. You still couldn’t understand what had just happened, but you were consumed by dread like you lost him all over again. 

As you went about your day, you couldn’t stop thinking about your dream or whatever it was. His chuckle echoed in head, forbidding you from focusing on your work. Why did he choose to appear now? Why did he appear at all?

“Wow, you look like shit,” Shoko stated, setting a cup of coffee in front of you.

“Thanks. I couldn’t sleep last night. I had a really weird dream…at least I think it was a dream. I don’t know,” you sighed.

“You don’t know if you had a dream?” She questioned.

“It’s complicated. It felt so real.”

“What was it about?”

“Suguru.”

“That’s nothing new. You think about him all the time.”

“No, this time was different. He visited me last night. I touched him. I heard his voice. He was real, but then he just vanished,” you explained, feeling tears sting your eyes.

“Maybe lack of sleep is getting to you,” Shoko shrugged, not giving your dream much thought.

You wanted to believe her. But, you knew what you saw. Suguru was real even though there was no way to prove it to anyone else. There was just no way he wasn’t. 

Later that night, you laid in bed, wondering if he would appear again. You weren’t sure if you wanted him to or not. The familiarity and warmth you felt when he was around brought you so much comfort, but nothing compared to the immense dread you felt when he left. You cursed him in your thoughts for leaving the first place. You never got to build a family with him like you had always planned. 

That night you tossed and turned until you felt your bed dip behind you. A pair of strong, familiar arms wrapped around you.

“You’re back,” you whisper, not yet turning to look at him.

“Of course, I am, pretty girl. I missed you,” Suguru said softly into your ear.

Your emotions balled up inside of you as tears stung your eyes. You were so angry at him but at the same time you were so happy to feel him again. But, Suguru didn’t have the right to say he missed you. He was the one who left in the first place.

“Then why did you leave?” you sniffed, finally turning on your side to face him.

He gave you sympathetic look, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. But, he didn’t say anything just yet. You could tell he was trying to find the right words. He knew he had already hurt you enough. He didn’t want to make that mistake again, but he wanted to be honest as well.

“You know, I had to, pretty girl,” he replied, “It’s just as I told Satoru. I was trying create the perfect world. I couldn’t live in a world where we had to put our lives in danger just to protect those who weren’t strong enough to protect themselves. It made me sick.”

“You know what made me sick, Suguru? The love of my life turning into a murderer. You didn’t care about just killing nonsorcerers…you killed countless of our own!” You shouted now with tears freely falling from your eyes.

This was the conversation you never got to have with him. You wanted to hear it from him about why he chose the path he did…about why he chose it over your love.

“I had to do what I had to, my love, please understand that,” he said softly.

“That’s the thing, Suguru. I will never understand why you chose that over us,” you choked out, fully sitting up now.

“I was trying to make the world a better place for us. I just wish you could have realized that.”

“Our love should’ve been enough to make you stay…We never got to start the family we always talked about. All I ever wanted was you…” you cried, breaking down completely.

Suguru quietly made his way to you, crouching down to your level. You looked at him with teary eyes, wondering why he never attempted to make things work and stay with you. He stayed silent for a moment longer before speaking.

“Your love was enough to keep me around for as long as I did. I just couldn’t stand to drag you into a mess that I created,” he said softly.

“You still dragged me into your mess, Suguru! Whether you meant to or not!” You shouted, pushing him back slightly. 

“I understand that now. I am so sorry I left things the way that I did. I’m sorry that I never gave you the closure you deserved. I thought I was protecting you, but I ended up hurting you anyway,” he said now with tears flowing from his own eyes.

You couldn’t help but wipe his tears like he had done for you so many times before. As the silence settled around you, his dark purple eyes gazed into yours. A blush dusted upon your cheeks, remembering how he always used to stare lovingly at you before giving you a kiss. It seemed so silly to cling onto such a small detail, but it was one of your favorite things about him. For a moment, you lost yourself in his eyes before they drifted down to your lips. Suguru slowly leaned towards you until your lips touched. A fire erupted inside you…a fire that you thought had long been extinguished…a fire you never thought you’d feel again. You melted into the kiss, letting him take control. As Suguru deepened the kiss, you crawled into his lap never once breaking away from his lips. It was so natural the way your bodies moved together. His cold hands ran up your shirt, sending a chill down your spine. The coldness of his touch seemed to snap you back to reality.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” Suguru looked up at you concerned.

“We can’t do this…you aren’t real,” you whispered.

“Of course, I’m real,” he smiled at you.

“No…I’m gonna open my eyes, and you’re gonna disappear again,” you choked out.

And that’s actually what happened…you snapped your eyes open to find your room completely empty with no trace of Suguru. You pulled your knees to your chest, sobbing uncontrollably. The dread consumed you once again. The pain in your chest almost seemed too much to bare in that moment.

“Why are you never real?” You thought to yourself as you drifted off to sleep. 

Over the next week, Suguru became a part of your nightly routine. You almost expected to see him every night. Each night, the same thing occurred. He would show up and give you comfort before disappearing once again. You knew what to expect, but it somehow became more painful each time he left. It was like he was draining the life from you. You could barely get out of bed because you thought that maybe if you stayed he would come back. Satoru and Shoko grew more and more concerned with your condition, but nothing they did could fill the emptiness you felt without Suguru.

“Y/N, you need to stop this,” Shoko said, sitting beside you in your bed.

“Shoko’s right. This isn’t healthy,” Satoru added.

“I don’t know how to make it stop…I’m not sure I want to,” you replied weakly.

“You haven’t left your bed in almost three days…” Shoko stated.

You could see the worry in both of their faces. They wanted to help you so badly, but they couldn’t help you if you didn’t help yourself first. You knew the longer this situation went on the more it would hurt you and them in the process. You were clinging onto someone who wasn’t real.

“As much as it hurts, you have to let him go,” Satoru said with a sad smile.

He was right, but his words were like knives piercing through your heart. It hurt to hear the truth. You couldn’t live with this delusion anymore. It was either you let him go or you die with him.

As you waited for Suguru to appear, you rehearsed what you were going to say to him in your head. You paced back and forth, wondering if this was really the right thing to do. A part of you wondered if it would be better to just go with him, then to exist in a world without him. You knew the pain of living on with nothing but his memory, and you weren’t sure you wanted to do that anymore.

“Pretty girl,” Suguru said warmly, interrupting your thoughts, “You look upset. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” you blurted out faster than your brain could comprehend.

“What do you mean?” The hurt in his eyes evident.

“This delusion or dream or whatever this is,” you replied, “It’s beginning to make me feel like I’m crazy or something. I mean I’m seeing my dead boyfriend, talking to him, touching him, kissing him. That’s insane.”

Suguru remained silent. His face was blank with no readable emotion. He just nodded his head and gestured for you to continue as if he knew what was coming.

“Suguru, I love you so much. But, I can’t bare the pain of you leaving anymore. You either have to take me with you or let me go,” you croaked out through your tears.

“You know I can’t take you with me, pretty girl. You have the rest of your life to live. I’m not going to take that away from you,” he sighed.

“What if I wanted to go with you…” you whispered. 

Suguru shook his head. This hurt you, but this conversation hurt him even more. He wanted nothing more but to take you with him.He just couldn’t bring himself to go through with it. You were one of the last good people in the world in his eyes, and you were so young. He couldn’t throw away your potential for his own selfish benefit. 

“It’s not your time yet, love. I’ll leave you with my memory for now,” he smiled.

You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces the moment those words left his mouth. You flung your arms around him, clinging to these final moments with him. He pressed his lips against yours one last time before pulling away.

“Goodbye, pretty girl,” he said with the gentle smile he always had.

“Goodbye, Sugu,” you sniffled.

Months had gone by since you last saw Suguru. The pain got easier to manage as time went on. Shoko and Satoru supported you through the whole thing and reassured you that you had made the right choice. It was better to live without Suguru than waste your life away longing for him. It felt like a dark cloud had lifted from above you. You still thought about Suguru from time to time but not nearly as much as you used to.

You were walking back to your apartment after work. The sky was overcast, and the sound of rain hitting the sidewalk was faint. A ding rang out as a text from Satoru popped up on your phone. It was a selfie of him and Nanami with the new student they had started training. Satoru and the student were making silly faces while Nanami look as serious as ever. You giggled to yourself before hearting the image. As you looked up from your phone, you couldn’t help but notice a man walking in front of you. His long black hair was tied perfectly in a bun. The way he walked seemed eerily familiar. Even the way his hoodie drooped from his shoulder was recognizable.

“No…It couldn’t be…There is no way” you thought to yourself.

You caught a glimpse of the man’s face as he crossed the street. His eyes, nose, and mouth were undeniably Suguru’s. You couldn’t believe it. You had never seen him during the day like this. Your pace quicken as you tried to catch up with him.

“Suguru,” you shouted as you closed the distance between the two of you.

He stopped dead in his tracks almost like he was shocked that you saw him. He turned to look at you…his eyes immediately meeting yours.

“It’s really you,” you said in disbelief.

You stepped closer to him, reaching out a hand to touch him. He held your wrist gently as you placed your hand on his heart. As you studied his features, the hole in your chest reopened. All the healing you did was ripped from you as he looked into your eyes. He could see the pain in your face…he never meant for this to happen again.

“You weren’t supposed to see me, pretty girl,” he sighed.

“What do you mean?” You questioned.

“I still watch over you, pretty girl. I couldn’t let you go that easily,” he explained, “I just wanted to see you happy again.”

“I could be happy with you, though! Please, Suguru, just take me with you,” you begged.

He stepped away from you, allowing your hand to fall from his chest. It wasn’t an easy decision for him to make, but he needed to do what was best for you. He couldn’t allow himself to hold you back any longer.

“We will meet again someday, pretty girl,” he said softly.

“No, Sugu, please.”

“This will be the last time you’ll be seeing me for awhile. I love you, pretty girl,” he smiled before walking away slowly vanishing into thin air.

You wanted to run after him, but your feet were cemented to the ground. It wasn’t until after Suguru disappeared that you could move again. You ran in the direction he went, but it was too late. He had let you go for good this time…

you and gojo satoru are the perfect couple. even if nobody else could match your energy, he most definitely always would. you don't remember a single moment when you're not in sync with him.

you're laughing at something stupid? he's right next to you, doubled over with tears in his eyes. you're telling him about your day? better believe he'd be nodding along and interrupting you to ask questions just to know every little detail.

you're listening to old disney songs while baking? he's right behind you, arms effortlessly manoeuvring you across the kitchen floor, dipping and twirling you around while singing at the top of his lungs (rather horrendously) along with you.

you want ice cream at midnight? he's on it! (with some for him too, obviously) feeling clingy? he'll shower you in all the affection you've asked for and more, absolutely refusing to let you go. you just told him a really cheesy pick up line? better believe he's gonna blush, giggle and kick his feet before replying with an even worse one.

and oh boy, get ready to be tossed around like a sack of potatoes when he's around. he picks you up randomly all the time, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck just to hear those sweet laughs from you.

he's never believed in soulmates until he found you, to be honest.

you made him feel heard and known. you saw him for who he really was, and you reciprocated his love in a way he never would've imagined anyone could. you loved him for more than his exterior (and you most definitely match his freak).

he'd also never experienced love at first sight until he saw you.

he was absolutely floored by how gorgeous you were, your smile so radiant it made him grin right back with a dopey look in his eyes. you stole his breath away.

shit, he didn't even know your name at the time, yet he could swear he was in love with you.

satoru really loves every little thing about you. he would worship the ground you walk on if you let him. he would bring down the moon from the sky if you asked him to.

this man is whipped, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

toji didn’t the remember the last time he had to take care of someone who’s sick. perhaps once or maybe twice, but that was practically an ancient tale from the past.

seeing your frail body tucked under the cover as you breath raggedly, your face flushed red not in the usual way that he loves, no, it only looked like you’re in a lot of pain and he hated that. he put his palm on your forehead, and even an idiot like him knew that no normal human should be this warm.

the coolness of his calloused hand refreshed you a little as you leaned into his touch, chasing it like it’s your only source of comfort. the black-haired man noticed how you clinged to him, keeping his hand there as his thumb rubbed the corner of your eyebrow ever-so-softly. if you decide that his hand that’s so used to killing and doing rough works is helping you, then it’s yours. damn it, he wanted to helpful, even just a little bit.

“head hurts, toji,” you frowned, wanting the incessant pounding in your head to be gone already. “bet it does, pretty girl. what you need?” he kissed your eyelid softly, desperate in needing guidance — some kind of instructions on how he can make you feel better. he lost all confidence in himself at that moment, afraid that his unwarranted clumsy action will upset you. “i don’t know,” you muttered, telling the truth.

“let’s get some food in you, hm? i’ll cook something,” he said as he stroke your hair. “but i don’t wanna get sicker,” you said playfully with whatever energy you had left. toji chuckled, leave it to you to always keep him on his toes. “i make a mean scrambled egg, even you and your bratty ass can’t deny that.” 

“you’re right, my boyfriend is really good at frying egg,” you said teasingly, loving the way his fingers kept weaving through your hair. he saw your grin, his lips stretched on his own. “having fun?” he raised an eyebrow, amused. “a little,” you replied, closing your eyes. toji raises the blanket all the way to your neck. his gentle touches made you sleepy despite the jarring headache.

“love it when you spoil me,” you mumbled, scooting closer to him. “don’t get used to it,” he replied with an easy tone, knowing damn well he will continue to spoil you rotten. his thumb brushed your cheek over and over, it felt blissful. when he was sure you’re off to dreamland he planted a kiss on the side of your head he muttered, “hurts me seeing you like this, baby.” he got up from the bed, already having many list of errand he needed to tick off, such as buying you food and some medicine for you to take. 

he chuckled to himself, his legs was faster before any other thought entered his mind like they got will of their own.

“…got me all soft and shit,” he grumbled to no one exactly, an endearing smile loyal to his face as he had you on your mind.

yet, he didn’t think it was the worst feeling in the world.  it’s up there. maybe next time you even will get him to admit that it’s one of the best.

Dad! Sukuna

Sukuna blinks in surprise at the sight in front of him.

His little brat was undoubtedly a splitting image of him. Of course, she was born with your features as well— something Sukuna adored a lot, but his hair took prominence in her genetics.

But your little girl was currently having an artistic phase. Maybe that explains why she’s covered head to toe in doodles. You’re mad at her because now you’re the one left with having to scrub them off of her, but pause when she stumbles to her father.

The four armed beast looks at her with a raised brow and she simply gives a cheeky smile.

“Twinsies!” She declares. It takes him a moment as he examines the marks she’s made on her face.

She was imitating his very own markings.

Piercing right through his cold heart with her adorable antics is something’s she’s definitely gotten from her mother. In a moment of pride, he scoops her up in his arm with a grin, “twinsies indeed, you little brat.”

He wipes off a smudge of an ink from her chubby cheek with one of his hands and she looks at you from over his shoulder, “mama! Twinsies!”

You nod, holding back tears at the adorable sight, “Yes baby, you look just like papa!”

She smiles proudly and you hide the wet washcloth behind your back, letting them have their little moment.

Sukuna is scary…no doubt. But…but he’s just so cuddly. And warm. You’re telling me with those four arms of his— he’s still not cuddleable? Nonsense.

Allow me to demonstrate— a slightly cold night, but this warm, pink haired beast with four arms is present to hold you. Two of his arms wrapped securely around your back and the other patting your head softly. His lower set of eyes are gazing down and adoring your sleeping form. Your cheek is smushed against that tit muscular pec and you’re in pure bliss and warmth because he’s just like that.

He’s like a warm weighted blanket. And oh, he comes in pink. What more could a girl want?

nanami kento never intended for your relationship to be the first page of his newest journal. he didn't even notice when he began documenting it with a black ink pen in a plain leather notebook—writing down the moment you finally agreed to be his, as if you hadn’t been smitten by him from the first time you laid eyes on him.

each passing page became a piece of you. his dilemma on buying you flowers filled the 14th page, and by the 34th, there was a polaroid of you holding your favorite flowers—this time, he knew with confidence. your trips together occupied a few more pages, and even more were dedicated to the places he dreamed of taking you. from losses to love, nanami wrote it all down. it was his best way of keeping you—of keeping what you shared. he wanted your love to remain forever, not only in his heart but also in his hands.

when the wedding bells finally rang and he wore a suit unlike his usual ones, nanami kento stood before you, journal in hand. he read from it, a love documented from the beginning to what felt like the end of the beginning. his vows were written as though he'd known all along that he would marry you. but no, his journal didn’t just record the start of your relationship or the journey leading up to that day.

what nanami kento had not expected was that he would end up documenting your entire story.

as he began the last page with your name, followed by a comma, he wrote down everything he planned for your future together—plans he wanted to set in motion as soon as he returned from his mission. plans he would have given to you immediately after.

"let me take you to malaysia?"

you read over and over again, desperately hoping for more to follow, for another page to turn. but there were no more words. no more pages. and nanami’s voice, his presence, would no longer carry past this page.

yet, it’s hard to be angry with him. because, in the end, nanami was always a gentleman. whether knowingly or not, he left you one final letter—a letter filled with love, just like every page in his journal. because maybe, just maybe, the journal wasn’t for him to keep your love. maybe it was for you to keep his—not only in your heart but in your hands, after all.

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IN THIS ONESHOT.. shoko dies! ... 😔

PAIRING.. shoko x female reader

A/N: in this fic gojo and geto ARE alive leave me alone

Shoko's words rung in your ears as you held onto her body. She was called as an emergency backup for Gojo, even though she retired from the sorcery lifestyle. Knowing Shoko, she knew that Gojo was stubborn but smart enough to handle himself. And, dying for him was an understatement.

After a few minutes, Gojo was limping over to you. Half of his left leg was bleeding, a huge gash forming on it. He had no words, seeing your somber expression. He dared not to break the silence, his hand on your shoulder. All you could think about was your guys' favorite song, and how many lyrics transported you to your favorite moments in your lifetime.

"I, I JUST WOKE UP FROM A DREAM / WHERE YOU AND I HAD TO SAY GOODBYE" - From losing many friends in sorcerer work, you had many nightmares. Shoko was always there for you, half-asleep while rubbing your back and kissing your face all over. Nightmares came for her as well, and its probably the only time you've seen her cry so hard. She was in a cold sweat, the blood from her face was drained. Small pieces of hair was stuck to her forehead as she frantically clutched the bedsheets. It took a while to shush her because she kept rambling on about how real it felt, and if she wasn't imagining it-

"Look, Sho. Look, I'm here." You showed her your hand, which she looped her fingers through. "Nothing in that dream will hurt you. You're safe with me, okay?" Her head found the crook of your neck as she nodded, still a bit sweaty but she knew you didn't mind. "I really need a cigarette right now." Dismissing her want for a cigarette, you suggested taking a cold shower. "Only if you join me.."

"Of course I'll join you, idiot."

"IF THE WORLD WAS ENDING, ID WANNA BE NEXT TO YOU" - You remembered that time when you were first official with Shoko. The year was just freshly 2006. (This might be weird to imagine, but that was when she was 17 😭) Shoko was lying next to you on her dorm bed, playing with little strands of your hair. You two are in the midst of talking about how you would die together.

"Well, I hope that when I die, we die together. If the world was ending, I'd rather be close to you."

You blush a bit, sitting up a bit to see Shoko's expression.

"Why are you blushing like that for? It's true, I'd rather die next to you!"

"IF THE PARTY WAS OVER, AND OUR TIME ON EARTH WAS THROUGH" - You remembered hearing Shoko's vows, her eyes barely leaving yours when she wrote them. It was a makeshift wedding, since Gojo didn't know many people to invite. The 1st and 2nd years attended, along with a few friends and staff members of Jujutsu High. That was almost your second home.

When Shoko was reading her vows to you, you felt appreciated. She was one of the only people out of anyone you ever knew to understand you so easily. You weren't sure if it was because you were both girls, or because you two always hung out, but there was something peculiar about how she knew you, almost like she could spot you in a crowd full of your own clones. Like how a dog can sense a fearful person. Like how a venus flytrap can feel it's prey. It was scary to say the least, but you wouldn't want it any other way. Watching her as she spoke, you noticed her smudged lipstick. Making a gesture, she noticed, and wiped it.

At the reception, you changed out of your wedding dress into a shorter, less formal dress. The party was going nice, and you couldn't stop thinking about how the girl of your dreams was finally yours.

"AND I'D WANNA HOLD YOU, JUST FOR A WHILE / AND DIE WITH A SMILE" - finding your way back to your deceiving reality, you saw it. You saw your wife's signature smile. Even though her eyelids were fighting to stay open. Even though her heart was starting to beat slower. And, even with dry tears staining your cheeks.

"Stop crying, love. You know I don't like when you're sad." You could only dismissively scoff, almost forgetting that Shoko was dying.

"Come, come here." She weakly holds her arms out, wanting you to hug her one last time. You knelt down and hugged her, hot tears building up in your eyes.

"Squeeze, squeeze hard." She silently spoke, hearing your soft sniffles.

"No, Sho, I want you to stay. Stay with me, and Gojo and Geto. And see how Yuji is developing along with Megumi and Nobara. I want us to have as many kids as you were willing to raise, o-or how many pets you wanted to get." You explained through choked tears, pulling away from the hug to cup her face. She just smiled.

"Silly girl," she snickered, her fingers grasping to your chin. "We'll have that. Not here, but one day we will." You looked at her with disbelief.

"Maybe we weren't meant to die old together in this universe, but this band on our hands proves us otherwise."

Is she trying to say that you two will be together in every universe?

"I'm so sorry that I'm leaving you here, love. But in our next lifetime I promise we can adopt a million kids and a million pets, and get married over and over.. only with you."

"Do you pinky swear?" "Yes, I pinky swear."

And after that day, it has been a while since you slept at your own home.

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