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i can already see a one-shot/imagine in my head of this deeply wounded man😆
scarred Gojo closeup
STILES STILINSKI looking attractive as hell in red
atlas.
- he could only hold the world for so long, it was about time his body caved in ; aka, the two times you're reminded of his humanity. feat. gojo satoru & gn!reader genre : hurt/comfort , happy ending w.c. : 1.8k
warnings: spoilers for jjk s2 ep5 note : i hate goe joe satoru.
gojo satoru.
you didn't even need to see him to know who he is; he is the revered member of the gojo clan blessed enough to be born with both the six eyes and the infinity cursed technique and is a one in a lifetime miracle.
from the beginning of his life, gojo had been the strongest sorcerer in existence. with both blessed techniques at his will, he was near unstoppable and was worthy of shouldering the problems of jujustu society from a young age, as decided by the gojo clan.
and, for someone as blessed and impenetrable as he is, gojo had never felt the emotional strife of losing someone dear to him.
there are two times that you recall ever witnessing gojo satoru lose his composure, where you have seen the blessed one who holds the power of the gods in the palm of his hands and is always one step ahead of everyone else fall to his knees as the weight of the world finally takes its toll on his poor soul.
the first time was when getou suguru had betrayed jujutsu tech. you weren't sure of the details; you were in the middle of a mission and had returned to the news of your classmate and friend becoming a wanted criminal.
honestly, hearing it firsthand did not feel real to you. getou suguru was someone you had always admired. he was someone who not only had a powerful cursed technique, but was also a skilled fighter and knew how to use his technique to the fullest despite coming from a normal family rather than one of the prestigious families that were well-known in jujustu society.
you had shared smiles with him, stories of the crazy memories made while exorcising curses and the near-death experiences shared while on missions together.
and you knew gojo and getou were near inseparable during their time at jujutsu tech; you couldn't imagine the pain gojo was going through with the news of his one and only becoming a murderer wanted in all of jujutsu society.
you find gojo satoru alone in getou's old dorm room. it's empty; the once neat, but lived in dorm now completely void of any evidence of being lived in with the exception of a framed picture of your class left on the nightstand.
getou and gojo tower over you and ieri, but it's all smiles from the four of you. because of the small frame and the number of people in the photo, you're all squished together. though, it's not like any of you minded.
a perfect picture of youth; the most beautiful moment in life.
the frame is held in gojo's hand as he sits on getou's dorm bed. you can see his fingers clench the frame as frustration settles into his bones, before he relaxes once more.
"it's not your fault, you know," you say gently, breaking the silence and hopefully through the roaring storm that you know is brewing within gojo's head. you step into the room and join gojo on the bed; he doesn't move and he doesn't face you.
"no one saw it coming." you try to reassure him, but you know any attempts at this point are futile. gojo does not respond, a flood of memories flying by crystalline eyes as he tries to figure out when it went so wrong.
the silence is permeable as reality settles into gojo. his lips part, a shaky breath, and he's speaking again.
"i should've seen it coming," he whispers. there's a clear anger in his voice, though you know full well exactly who it's directed at. "i was his friend and i didn't even realize he was hurting alone." His voice cracks.
"i didn't even do anything to save him."
it is then that you begin to see gojo as who he is. he isn't an untouchable god who feared nothing, who had enemies that couldn't even lift a finger to hurt him if they even dared. this gojo beside you isn't an omnipotent god, he's just a kid like you; he's human. he's vulnerable, even if the elders believe otherwise, for his friends are his one and only achilles' heel and the key to his humanity.
not quite knowing the words to comfort him, you reach over to hold his hand. it isn't much, but you know firsthand that just having someone beside you to help support your pain is better than shouldering everything alone.
the tight squeeze of your hand and the quite sniffles beside you are all you need as a reminder that gojo satoru is not a god; he is only gojo satoru.
the second time gojo felt genuine fear was when he nearly lost you.
as a result of a curse that was underestimated for second-class sorcerors to take, you had become collateral for a simple mistake from the higher ups. of course, mistakes could just be that, but everyone knows better.
this was set up so they could easily dispose of you and rule your death as a mere 'accident.' the higher ups needed you gone as the deemed your existence a hinderance to gojo's full potential, a dam in the middle of the river.
lucky for you, you made quick work of the curse before collapsing with the only words you heard being a shout of your name.
the bright lights of the jujutsu high infirmary are the first thing you see when your eyes slowly flutter open. your vision is blurry and the world is still spinning as you regain consciousness. with hesitance, you slowly sit up despite your body aching and telling you to lay back down.
it is only when a firm hand presses against your chest and pushes you down do you actually do so.
crystalline blue meets your gaze. they're playful and full of youth, a pair of blue eyes that you're most familiar with. but theres a shadow of solemnity behind those bright irises and you know exactly why.
"about time you woke up," gojo speaks up, ruffling your hair with his hand. they're roughened from years of training and fighting, but there are no other blemishes that stain the purity of his hands. "i thought you finally had enough of me and decided to kick the bucket, dear." there's a light, jesting tone to his voice as he speaks. he's laughing, though you can see the redness underneath his eyes as he brushes off your near death experience as a joke.
"and leave you alone to torment the students? as if," you jab back with a smile of your own. "i wouldn't ever want to wish that on your students. fushiguro would drag me back from the dead if i left him alone with you."
gojo's bottom lip juts out and his brows furrow in a pout as you say this and you can't help but laugh a little on your own.
"but i know you'll miss me, so i won't die just yet," you reassure your white haired companion. your hand reaches over to hold his own and gives it a gentle squeeze, a reminder that you're alive and still breathing beside him as your pulse and your warmth bleed onto his own.
his hand squeezes yours tightly, as he did years ago, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he bites down onto the plush skin. his eyes aren't focused on you anymore and instead focus on anywhere but you as the reality of the situation settles into his bones.
"promise?" gojo asks, his voice a mere whisper.
he already lost one of his closest friends years ago and you witnessed that heartbreak with your own eyes as you had comforted gojo when he needed it most. you couldn't imagine how his fragile heart would break again if he had lost you just now.
despite being the strongest, you know that not being able to fully protect the ones he held close was one of gojo's biggest weaknesses as much as he tried to hide it.
but you know that you couldn't give him any empty promises knowing the work you're doing. it would only give him false hope and the both of you know that better than anyone else.
you don't answer him and instead pull his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss onto his skin. with a gentle tug, the hand held by gojo is pulled into his chest as he cradles your palm. his fingers intertwine with yours and your heart swells at the small action.
it is then that you meet crystalline blue once more, though this time they are unwavering as they firmly stand their ground against the hands of fate that, at any moment, could cruelly tear the two of you apart.
"don't leave me," gojo begs. "you can't leave me until the world has turned for the better, for us and for the youth of jujutsu society. i'll make it happen so..."
the once invincible sorcerer brings your hand up to his lips and he presses a kiss along your knuckles, reciprocating the act you did before.
"please, don't leave me."
gojo leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. it's soft and hesitant, but you know at this point his fear of your life nearly slipping through his fingers has caught up to him. he pulls away, only to lean down again to kiss you.
your heart flutters feeling his lips kiss yours and you can tell from the way his lips barely ghost of yours that gojo is scared you'll disappear from him if he moves the wrong way. like a warm wave easing the worries that burrow into his entire being, your hand that's free from the one held in gojo's reaches up to cup his face. your thumb caresses his cheek and bring him closer to you, reassuring him that you won't slip away from him should he kiss you too hard.
gojo pulls away from the kiss with cheeks warm and his eyes, now a calming blue that held the stars you love so much, glint with satisfaction and relief.
though, the sweet and tender moment shared between lovers is ruined the moment gojo opens his mouth again.
"don't break my promise, okay? i don't care if you die, i'll die with you and haunt you forever as punishment for dying first, okay?" your white haired boyfriend urges as he leans his forehead against you, blue now an annoyance to you as he forces you to make eye contact with him.
your hand pushes his face away with a snort, ignoring his whining complaints as you do so.
though, it's not like you would ever willingly die first. you couldn't leave gojo satoru alone, your soul couldn't bear the burden of knowing you would shatter the glass that makes gojo's heart.
tbh I don't really like miyo's persona; I get that she was abused in her home and grew up in a very submissive state. but that's exactly what I don't like! why would she bow down to them, why didn't she fight back(doesn't matter if she doesn't have the gifts). THATS JUST MY OPINION, DON'T COME FOR ME!
but I do like the anime, it's very pretty to watch. I do feel bad for miyo but im happy that she's found happiness in her marriage with kiyoka.
🌸 My Happy Marriage illustrations by Tsukiho Tsukioka 🌸
ೃ⁀➷ “Are you cold?”
—You refuse to sleep with them after a heated argument.
yuuji itadori, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen, (f).
genres + warnings. angst to fluff? | none! |
notes i. I am actually desperate for requests rn.
Yuuji. “Baby?” He would call out to you as he eyes your every moment while you fix your bed on the couch for the night, sadness looms over the pink haired man, his heart slightly stinging as he comes to a realization that the argument was really a big deal to you, “Look I know we’re both mad, but could we not take it this far?”
You halt your movements and looked back at him, “It’s better this way, we need to cool both our minds off.”
Yuuji brings a hand to scratch the back of his neck, “Baby please.”
You moved your head back towards him, feeling bad to see the guilt plastered across his face. You knew Yuuji had a hard time sleeping alone, after his mother died he can’t help but get nightmares, silly you, how can you be so unaware?
“Okay, you go ahead, I’ll be right there.” You say, sighing also as you began to clean up again.
“You promise?”
“Promise.”
Nanami. “If you sleep here your back is going to hurt tomorrow morning.” The blonde tells you, he watches you closely as you became as stubborn as someone he knows, continuing to lay down your pillow without sparing him a glance, “If you insist, then you take the bed I’ll take the couch.”
You stop your movements, your head slowly looking at him to somehow read his face but it was unreadable at this moment, “I can handle myself, Nanami.”
He squints at his name, where was the usual, baby, honey, and love?
Without thinking of it he walks his way to the singular couch that was placed beside yours, he sits himself down and you only look at him with a frown, “What are you doing?”
“I’m watching over you, I’m never going to let you fall asleep alone in here.” He says, and in that moment you knew he was being serious.
Sukuna. “What the hell are you doing?” The tattooed man that you call your boyfriend asks as he leans against the door frame, his eyebrow lifting up, his biceps flexing while he crossed it in front of his shirtless front.
“Isn’t it obvious?” You remained the bratty attitude, the argument left a bitter taste along your taste buds and you didn’t like it at all, “I don’t want to sleep with you for tonight.”
You heard nothing from Sukuna’s side so you assumed he had left and left you be, but you suddenly yelp when he suddenly grabs you on your wrist to lift you up from where you were sitting and carries you on his shoulder like a piece of paper, “Wha— hey let me down!”
“Like hell I’ll let you sleep without me... let’s talk in the morning.” He says whilst you tried to do everything you could just so he could put you down, but he doesn’t budge an inch, “But if you insist of not sleeping together, I’ll sleep on the couch instead.”
You feel your heart getting slightly tugged, you didn’t want that. Despite being angry at him, you didn’t like the idea of not sleeping together as you come to think of it, “Don’t bother, like you said— we’ll talk in the morning.”
you will always have me 'toru 🩵
۞ pairing : gojo satoru x reader
۞ genre : hurt/comfort, very mild smut, aftercare !! set slightly before jjk vol 0, but no spoilers <3
۞ word count : estimated 2.4K
۞ summary : satoru has a bad day, and you make it all wash away with a few tender actions and soft words that he’s never had the pleasure of hearing before.
“satoru…” you muttered against his lips, voice sounding similar to that of dripping honey as it reached his ears.
every mumble of his name had him moaning into the crook of your neck, his hands delicately holding your wrists above your head as he lazily thrusted into you over and over again; desperately searching for some form of release to let go of his pent up worries from the day. “just a little longer, dove… hold on for just a little longer for me, alright?” his lips devoured yours, swallowing the heavenly moans that slipped from your tongue like a dagger.
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— GOODBYE, MY LOVE
⤷ featuring : geto suguru (mentions of gojo satoru, ieiri shoko and nanami kento)
⤷ warnings : major jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers and a bit of angst
⤷ form : imagine
⤷ published : 19 march
⤷ pronouns : not mentioned
⤷ word count : 0.7k
⤷ request : Hehyehye, can i request an imagine with a female reader; where she’s Geto’s girlfriend/classmate and they’re spending their last moments together before he ends up leaving (after Geto is charged with his crimes)
⤷ barista’s notes : let me admit, i've been hating the layouts of my writing but i have no idea how to like 'solve it' anyways, watch me scroll on pinterest for hours to see how i can fix this feeling ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ also i don't think i'm really good with angst writing but that's just my opinion....
It seemed to be a bit too quiet.
Too quiet for Suguru's liking, but what can he do when it was 2 am in the morning.
Softly twirling the ends of your hair, Suguru couldn’t help but begin to admire the shine of the strands before his eyes slowly shift from the strand of your hair to your eyelashes before moving to the apple of your cheeks that were still flushed with a rose hue, ending his journey to your lips that were a little chapped, making him remember how you would alway apply a layer of your favourite chapstick since you hated the feeling of your lips being dry, yet he didn’t mind at all. For some strange reason, Suguru didn’t mind your chapped lips since he knew he was the one to moisturise them the second his lips met yours, but secretly he also did enjoy the taste of the artificial sweetness that came along with the product.
However, right now, Suguru’s body felt the heaviest it has ever been causing him to force himself to balance on his arm since he didn’t want to crush you with his body, worried that he could hurt you like he did with his parents just a few hours ago. Even though he knew that you wouldn’t mind his body on top of yours like you have experienced throughout the time of your intimate relationship, Suguru couldn’t help but believe that this weight he was experiencing will crush you the second he let loose.
“You know you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met right?” Suguru whispered as he let your hair slip from his grasp. “You are so beautiful that I want to take you with me,” he continued before wrapping his arms around your bare body, making you unconsciously sign at the warmth that was comforting you right now as you snuggled against his naked chest, feeling the way your legs tangled with each other, as if you were savouring this moment.
“But I can’t do that, because who is going to take care of Satoru and Shoko if I’m gone,” Suguru mentioned as he began to recall all the times where you put your classmates in place even though you were the youngest out of all of them. “How are you going to take care of Nanami if I take you with me?” Suguru questioned again, yet this time it seemed as if he was asking himself this.
Gently placing a light kiss on your temple before resting his forehead, Suguru felt a single tear drop from his eye to your cheek.
Suguru wasn’t scared about the path he had chosen to walk on, nor he was scared about the consequences of his actions. Suguru was scared of leaving you alone.
He wasn’t stupid. Suguru knows you can defend yourself and how to fight - you were a sorcerer after all like him - but there was still a part of him where he was afraid that you were going to fall into the hands of those ‘monkeys’ that he once vowed to protect. He didn’t want to leave you all alone in this cruel world to survive for yourself. He wanted to convince you to follow him, so he could protect you and continue this love that connected you both heart to heart and soul to soul.
Suguru wanted to make his vision of this relationship come true, he wanted to live with you, marry you, have children with you.
Even the simple things he wanted.
He wanted to stay by your side. He wanted to hold you whenever he wanted. He wanted to kiss you, love you, even breathe the same air as you.
Suguru wanted nothing more but to have you.
He wanted nothing but to have a normal life with you like you had mentioned to him when you both snuck out of your dorms one night to have a weird timing picnic - he still recalls the scolding you both received from your teacher Yaga when he found you both sleeping outside since you were both late for class.
But he knew that he couldn’t and this was the one time he couldn’t let his selfishness control his actions.
Stroking the apple of your cheek, Suguru couldn’t help but smile with glassy eyes once he got a full view of you resting in his arms while your arms tight around him, keeping him from moving away even when he needed to leave you so soon.
“I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” Suguru pleaded before tightening his hold, nervous of the days where he was never going to be by your side again.
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istg I wish I could keep gojos face on the final slide as my fuckin wallpaper🤣🤣🤣
Levi Ackerman ☆ Humanity’s Strongest Soldier
Happy Birthday Kiran @incepstla
MATTHEW MICHAEL MURDOCK: A MOSAIC OF MARTYRED SCARS
believe me babes I know how you feel, truly😚😚😚
I'm so upset that I can't date Steven Grant
withering tree, grief lasts.
gojo x reader
summary:
after a particulary long and challenging battle, you're left with a fatal injury and decide to die peacefully at the place you realised you loved satoru.
cw: angst, you die bro, lots of hurt, grab tissues.
word count: 1.1k
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you watched from a distance. the relieved sighs, smiling faces, conversations with ease laced into them. you watched and smiled as you realised this would be the last time you'd be filled with such comfort. you didn't want to partake in the celebrations, so you leaned against an old tree, under the creeping shadows and watched from a distance.
there was no hope, no chance of life after the injury you had sustained; you made peace with that fact with tears in your eyes and a reluctant smile for solace. you knew of no other way to spend your final few moments than on this hill, under the same tree where you realised your feelings for him.
a bitter smile crept up on your face. him. the man you yearned for, for so long. the one who had always felt the same. all of that wasted time pining, waiting desperately for one another when the feelings had always been requited. if you had known then, how it would've ended, how you didn't make nearly enough memories together, you would've confessed much earlier, despite your doubts and anxieties.
now, you’re back where you started, rotting away, alone on this hill, as he enjoyed himself without your presence needed.
the idea that he was happy was enough to grant you peace when you died.
atleast, thats what you believed. you couldn't see the frantic white hair running from person to person asking if they had seen you. he could feel a piece of his heart breaking with each 'no' he had heard.
everything felt like one big joke. there was no way you didn’t make it out alive, he did everything he could to ensure your protection. but his sanity started to deteriorate as everyone has claimed they hadn’t seen you, leaving few possibilities to your location.
you had always taken it upon yourself to check on everyone you cared for, so it made no sense as to why no one had spoken to you.
his head ached as a single question thrummed against it. were you dead?
the thought made gojo's whole body tremble, his breath quicken and his mind hammer.
without you, he felt like an open wound, weakened and useless. what is the strongest without a will? without a reason. you were his reason, and he'd tear the world apart looking for you before he accepted your death.
taking a moment to breath and look around, when he finally saw it and realised. memories rushing back and bringing a pained smile to his face.
"i was here when i realised, 'toru." you had told him when you first got together. you told him how, every so often after you realised you had fallen in love with him, you'd come to this hill to empty your thoughts. seeing the sky and the stars at night and thinking of him, seeing the world below and realising that, whilst there are countless of people who had the potential to make you happy below this tiny hill, there was only one person that would ever complete you as well as he did.
"i thought you'd be here." he said, standing behind you, causing you to flinch at his sudden voice amongst the quiet you had got to used to. “i couldn’t celebrate without knowing where you were, because i knew you’d be miserable without my company.” he said jokingly and dramatically before noticing your lack or a response.
you sat with your hand over your injury, trying to cover the damage, refusing to ruin his mood yet your efforts of protecting him were futile.
he called out your name. "are you hurt? talk to me please." satoru begged, as he rushed down to where you sat, leaning on the same old, withering tree he recognised from your confession. he kneeled down in front of you, your eyes lacking life as his own were full of despair.
he noticed your wound and his eyes widened, panicking, he tried to help but both of you knew nothing could be done.
"i always knew i'd die here-"
"you are not dying, do you hear me?" he said in disbelief, trying to convince himself more than you. but most of all, he tried to convince nature to spare you from such a fate when you had years to come by his side.
"'toru look at me! i'm not leaving this hill alive, okay? i love you so, so much it hurts and- and i need you to understand-" you tried to reason but he cut you off once more.
"don't you fucking dare try and say goodbye. you can't leave me alone, i-" he tripped and stuttered over his words frustratedly as he continued to convince himself this wasn't the end. "i can't do this without you." he mumbled, voice laced with despair.
you lifted your hand up to caress his face and brush hair out of his eyes. you never liked seeing him cry. there was no feeling in the world that could compare to the one in which you saw the one you loved the most in pain because it feels like there is nothing you could do. watching him, feeling useless knowing that if you could take all the pain away from him and endure it yourself, you would without half a second of hesitation. but you couldn't, and that feeling felt like poison.
"please let me talk, satoru. no interuptions, just let me talk to you." you spluttered out weakly, your face, movements and voice were losing life with each passing second and deep down, satoru knew this, so he nodded, his face leaning into the touch of your hand as he gently cupped it, trying to drag out this last few moments. "each and every second with you has been more than what i have ever deserved. you're too fucking good for this satoru and you don't deserve it at all but i will always be here with you when you need me, when you're sick of me and when you feel alone because even through death you can't lose me. i can't tell you how much i have appreciated loving you and being able to love you." you smiled, going silent, though your eyes still looked into his own.
he leaned towards you, forehead against yours, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips as your tears mixed with his own for the final time. your eyes fluttered shut, your breaths becoming fainter and fainter with each second.
gojo pleaded you to keep yours eyes open, cradling your body closer to his own that shook as broken sobs were elicted from him as he lost yet another piece of himself.
he looked up at the darkened sky, thinking of you. thinking of everything he should’ve done differently. blaming himself for your final breath.
he’d come back to this same hill everyday, though he’d never look at the same sentimental tree as he did before.
no longer would it be associated with love, but grief of the one he lost.
note: cant proofread through the tears
i want his babies, that's all Your Honour
trouble comes twice ࿐ gojo satoru x female reader. satoru falls ill with a case of baby fever after seeing his baby girl dressed up as him.
content . ᕀ gojo and reader are parents [ referred to as ‘dada’ & ‘mama’ ], brief mention of pregnancy, emotional!gojo, sweet fluff with slightly suggestive dialogue at the end.
“dada- dada, look at me!”
your daughter screeches out, announcing her arrival with the bright and melodic babble of a mischievous child. she stands on her tippy toes, her fingers covering your own as she helps you twist the knob and open the door to satoru’s office.
even now, he forgets that he’s a father, until he is reminded in the most wonderful way. sometimes, your five-year-old will beg to wake satoru up two hours before he has to go to work just so they can play with her dolls together, or she’ll step all over his toes as she squeezes in between him and the kitchen counter while the three of you cook dinner together or like right now, crashing towards him with all the subtlety of a carpet bomb of cursed energy— so eager to show off her costume that her feet accidentally stumble over your heels.
dressed up as a miniature version of him.
his lips curve into an instant grin, pressing the button on the screen of the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder to end his current call. the sound of the higher up scolding him cutting off sharp and abrupt makes his grin widen. they can wait, but his baby girl cannot. twisting in his chair, he catches his daughter just as she collides against him with an audible oof.
“did we interrupt an important call?” you greet him, a soft smile on your glossy lips as you walk around the large desk satoru is seated at. you pat a hand to his knee before leaning against the edge of his desk. “sorry, i tried to get her to wait.”
“you kiddin’? nothing’s more important than my two best girls,” he says, tugging at the bottom edge of his blindfold to drag it down, his expression playful as he watches his daughter copy him. she hurriedly removes her own blindfold, a tiny scrap of cloth covering her summer blue eyes.
“so who are you?” he teases her, twitching one milky brow at the bouncing toddler in front of him. “where’s princess? did a curse finally eat my snotty kid?”
“i’m the strongest!” your daughter chirps excitedly, crisscrossing two baby fingers to mimic his domain summon.
your bitty sprout is so precious with her tiny white curls, tied into two space buns and her black blindfold that she scratches at with the back of her fist. not to mention, the bottom half of her cherub face is covered by the high collar of the jacket she’s wearing, identical to gojo’s standard uniform and the result of you staying up all night at your sewing machine, shredding one of his spares into a costume for your daughter.
looking at her like this, she really is a tinier, stickier version of gojo satoru.
“the strongest, huh? look at that, you’re already my favorite child. megumi would never offer to take my place so i can retire early.”
“satoru…” you start, shaking your head in half-hearted exasperation. “when she picks up your sass and uses it against you, i’ll be the first to say “i told you so.’”
“worried you’ll be outnumbered, mama?” he shoots the words at you, flashing a smile that amusement drizzles from like sweet icing.
you roll your eyes, and then he turns back to his daughter, reaching down to effortlessly gather her against his broad chest before he pulls gently at one of her fat cheeks, nuzzling her close. “how come you chose to dress up as me, jellybean? it’s not october.”
“i’m going to a costume party for keigo and haru,” she explains excitedly, her little face brightening at the mention of suguru’s sons. “but mama couldn’t find scarlet witch costume.”
“oh, ouch,” he whines dramatically, placing a hand over his heart and pretending to be wounded by her open honesty. “wound me some more.”
“dada, you’re so dramatic,” she giggles at him, and though satoru’s genetics may have overpowered your own for the most part, the roll of her eyes is a trait she learned directly from you.
“second place is a serious injury, little princess. i should go see if shoko’s awake to make sure i’m not dying-”
“i wanted to dress up as dada because he’s a hero, like avengers,” she cuts him off, so perceptive and honest. your daughter latches on to the collar of his jacket so she can pull his head closer and plant him a slobbery mwah! on his cheek, and if you see gojo’s eyes mist over, glassy ocean blue from tears, you don’t comment on it.
“down, please,” she requests, grunting and wriggling until he sets her down on the floor with a wobbly chuckle. unaware that her father’s expression has glazed over, his mind spiraling from her words.
gojo satoru doesn’t even shed tears at funerals, but right now? his eyes flicker to you desperately, and you soften like clouds, nodding silently.
“sweet pea, the party starts at 3:30 so you have plenty of time to show megumi-nii your costume, why don’t you?” you suggest, giving your boyfriend a moment to discreetly wipe the wet away from his cheeks. sure, he’s seen his students grow into formidable sorcerers that he is infinitely proud of and sure, he may have gotten choked up once or twice while snapping memories of megumi’s important milestones— like his middle school graduation, and that one time he didn’t insult gojo loudly when he picked him up from class in front of his peers— but this…? this overwhelms him, the kind of love he feels right now.
this love… this love is so different, something he’s never experienced before. it’s unlike quick flings brought home from bars, trying to lift the weight off his shoulders for a couple of hours with a pretty face. it’s unlike the near religious idolization from his clan, smothering him with their expectations and obsessive admiration. it’s whole and pure— it’s his family, his true one. it’s you and your baby girl driving away his loneliness like sunlight chases down bad dreams.
“okay, mama!” she agrees, nodding.
“but go directly to his room. remember where it is?”
“i remember!”
“i’ll be right behind you after i talk to your da. don’t annoy megumi-nii too much, ‘kay?” you turn around, opening the door to let your daughter out of satoru’s office and into the long corridor where you watch as she waddles in the direction to megumi’s room. when you can no longer see her, you step back into the office and shut the door before turning to look at your boyfriend. “she’s so excited to go to this party. it’s supposed to be superhero-themed and she wanted to dress up as wanda maximoff, but- are you still crying?”
satoru barely remembers moving so quick, reaching out to hook one of his strong arms around your waist to pull you into his lap sideways.. he barely remembers cupping your cheeks into his big palms as if you’re his most precious thing, a goddess that carved out a piece of heaven for him to hold here on earth. your body is rounded and soft, a comfort to him when his emotions get the best of him. his eyes, pale blue like the northern glaciers, flicker over your face— to your expression that is more than concerned, and your lips that are parting to ask if he’s okay, and then, he’s kissing you—
you gasp, but your initial surprise melts into love, like a piece of chocolate held between your fingertips for too long, because you know what came over him now. you feel it too sometimes, when you see him bonding with your baby girl. it’s sweet, the way he spells words into those kisses— gratitude, affection, and something a little more primal that you can’t place.
god, he knows you can feel his tears, saltine as they slip traitorously down his cheeks to pool in between the cracks of your joined lips.
when he pulls away a little, you wipe his wet cheeks with your thumbs, your heart tender from the aches until he ruins the moment by whispering four words against your lips that make your big doe eyes widen to full moons.
“i want another one.”
huh.
“are you crazy?” you whisper-shout, laying a fist against his chest to keep him from moving closer and indulging him in another kiss. before jellybean was born, having a child together had not been in either of your wishlists for the future, but two pale pink lines gleaming on your bathroom counter five years ago had changed everything and now, you couldn’t imagine life without her.
but another one?
“don’t tell me you’re getting baby fever just because she dressed up as you.”
satoru doesn’t know what has come over him. he never wanted to have children of his own anyway. it was one of those stubborn pacts he made with himself when he was young and flippant. but seeing his baby girl dressed up as him— calling him a hero above all of his faults and failures— is making him want an entire litter with you, a dream team.
“she said i was a hero. i need to hear that from at least one more little me.”
“we’re not having another baby just to feed your ego, satoru,” you shake your head. “i mean it so stop giving me that look!”
“what look?”
“that look, the one that tells me you want to bend me over your desk right now,” you huff, “i have a party to go to.”
“but she was so cute in her little costume, wasn’t she? we make cute kids, i told you that the first time you let me-”
“i should have left you at dinner that night.”
“but you didn’t,” he says, grinning toothily, his long, pale fingers sneaking under the hem of your shirt to tease at soft skin underneath. he’s got you already, and he knows it. “just like you ain’t gonna leave this office without another baby in you.”
꒰ LOLLYNOTE ꒱: waaaah, i hope you enjoyed this lil piece ! this was a bit selfshippy and totally self indulgent but i hope you love it anyways <3 thank you to @sleepygetou for letting me use her darling babie ocs keigo & haru too 🥹
HIS F**KIN EYES.
HIS F**KIN HANDS.
HIS F**KIN NECK & COLLAR BONES & SHOULDERS.
F**K. ME. SUIT-TURNED-SORCERER.
do you have any other anime men you like besides Levi?
Yes.
This man right here can step on me. 😩
thantophobia(b.wayne)
(n.) fear of losing someone you love
🎶: Loneliness by Adrian Von Ziegler
warning: fem!reader, fluffy, sad, almost made me weep hearing with the music.
"You didn't wanna lose me so you pushed me away to keep me safe."
"To protect you from the dangers that come with knowing me."
"Did your plan work?"
Bruce stepped closer towards her, taking hold of her hands, running his thumb across the back, "Yeah, it did…until it didn't."
"What?"
"I couldn't protect you from my heart. You gave me all the love one could only dream of. You showed me that there is some kindness, some good still left in this grim world. I pushed you away to protect that. But the further you were the more my heart wanted you. I wanted you. I craved you. I still do."
He placed her hands on his face, holding them there with his own, losing himself in their warmness. Nothing had changed, it was just as soft as it had always been. Bruce couldn't help but close his eyes and relax. He hadn't slept the night before, and her hands were so delicate he almost fell asleep. With her palms going damp, Bruce could sense Natasha was nervous. He was too, realising his words only after they were spoken but, to be honest, he didn't care. He had been suppressing his feelings for thirteen years, believing it was for her sake. But with the Riddler kidnapping her, and the Batman coming to an end he cannot go without letting her know.
Natasha felt her face and ears go intensely warm. Her heart fluttered at his every word. She was stunned, to say the least. She kept opening her mouth but her words escaped her due to the huge lump in her throat. She felt like screaming and crying. She wanted to tell him everything, about how she felt, how angry she was at him, and tell him how incredibly she was in love with him. The frustration of it all made her vision go blurry, she wasn't aware until drops of salty water trickled down her face. It was all just too much.
Hearing tiny sniffles, Bruce opened to an upset Natasha, tears dripping down one after the other. So he did the one thing his mother always did for him whenever he was upset. He dropped her hands gently, stood chest to chest, and held her face between his. He was holding her so delicately, so cautiously, like a cloud that he didn't wanna let go and that only made her weep even more. He gazed at her, running his thumb under her eyes before pulling her in.
He felt her relax after freezing for a second, tucking her head in between the broad planes of his chest and throwing her arms around him, adjusting herself to be more comfortable in his warm, tight embrace. Still sobbing, Natasha gripped his shirt, clutching onto it like it is the only thing that is keeping her from breaking into shards. He felt his shirt dampen but he didn't dare stop her. It was too much for him too, confessing his devotion to the only girl he ever loved knowing that this might be his last chance.
Bruce loves Natasha; he would die for her, he would kill for her. His love for her is limitless, eternal. His heart will always belong to her even when he is gone. With Natasha in his arms, nothing else mattered.
Not the Riddler,
Not the Penguin,
Not Gotham,
Not his family's legacy,
Not Batman.
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