#Choso experiences those memories. he REMEMBERS

[karlyboyyy]

Yooo the song that was playing during Yuuji’s fight with Choso was just a different version of Remember - the same song that played during Yuuji and Nobara’s fight with Eso and Kechizu in season 1 😲

[deedeeznoots]

Hope I Never Forget

➺ Characters: Choso Kamo, GN!Reader

➺ Word Count: 1.7k

➺ Genre: Fluff, Angst (With Comfort)

➺ Content: JJK Anime Spoilers, Mentions of Death, Grief, Choso Crying, Reverse Comfort, Established Relationship 

➺ A/N: Thank you @emmyrosee for requesting something from my 100 followers post! I hope I did your request justice!

➺ Synopsis: Choso’s fondest memory after being incarnated was his younger brothers helping him with his hair. Years later, he’s ready to relive that memory with you. 

Choso remembers that day like it was yesterday. 

It had been years since the deaths of his brothers, and while he has long forgiven the people who killed them (especially his other younger brother Yuji Itadori), he will never be able to fully recover from losing them.

As the years passed, life moved on for Choso. He no longer had to fight anymore, and even found himself in a loving relationship. Yet, every so often he still thinks about his brothers, about all the little things they couldn’t do before their deaths that he has the privilege to experience. Every birthday he celebrated, every Sunday morning he spent in bed, every late night spent laying next to his loved ones watching movies, all things his brothers have never and will never be able to experience with him.

His brothers were only able to experience one small shred of comfort before their deaths, and that was tying their older brother’s hair. The day the brothers incarnated, they insisted on tying Choso’s hair for him. The feeling of his hair being pulled into two pigtails by his younger brothers was the last memory Choso had of all of them together, and that day was the last time Choso ever saw their smiling faces. 

Choso remembers that day like it was yesterday. 

The hairstyle brought Choso a sense of comfort, it was the one thing that remained untouched by the new life Choso led as a human. Every day, Choso would take two hair ties and carefully put his hair into the familiar pigtails that his brothers did for him years prior. 

Still, tying his hair up would be a struggle sometimes. Even though it was a style that he’s done for years, some days his hair would simply choose to not cooperate. Today was unfortunately one of those days for Choso.

 Each time Choso tried to put his hair up, something would feel off. Whether it was the pigtails being uneven, his hair slipping out of the tie, or finding his hair in knots from constantly pulling on it. What seemed like two simple pigtails turned out to actually be quite difficult to put up. Yet, Choso was determined to do it correctly, he had to for his brothers.

He started tying his hair during the early morning, but enough hours had passed that the once rising sun began to set. Even as the world moved, Choso stood still in front of his bedroom mirror, trying to tie his hair perfectly��but he just couldn’t get it right. Choso began to grow frustrated with each failed attempt. He thought about how much easier this would be for his brothers, how they would be able to do it so easily. He thought about how much easier everything would’ve been if he just had them by his side. 

Choso’s chest began to tighten. He wasn’t even focused on his hair anymore, his only thoughts consisting of how much he missed his family. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, when he suddenly heard the front door open. 

“Cho! Where are you?” your distant voice was like a lifeline for Choso, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down. He didn’t want to cry in front of you, not today. “I’m in our room” his deep voice boomed throughout the house, and you rushed to that spot the moment you heard him. You entered the bedroom to see Choso sitting by the mirror with his hair down. You looked at him confused, “You’re re-doing your hair?” you asked him. Choso stood still for a moment, he didn’t like lying to you, but how could he explain that he spent the entire day doing his hair? 

You knew Choso more than anyone though, so his silence was enough. Every so often Choso would be so focused on a task that he’d lose track of time, and you assumed this was one of those days. “Here let me help you” you said gently, but as you reached out to touch his hair Choso suddenly stood away from you “No!”.

You immediately move your hands away from him, staring at him wide-eyed. Choso never yelled at you, so you were concerned about something being wrong. You look at Choso now standing, as looks shocked at his own behavior toward you.

You see Choso’s body tremble as he slumps down into the floor. The tears he tried so hard to hold back now freely falling down his cheeks as he sits in a seated fetal position, trying his best to make himself as small as possible. “I– I can’t…” he whispers to himself, but you are able to hear it. As you slowly sit next to him, you are able to hear his full sentence “I can’t do this… not without them” you hear him repeat over and over in between soft whimpers.

You know immediately who he’s talking about. You slowly inch closer to Choso, making sure he’s comfortable with your distance between each other. You breathe out a sigh of relief when you feel Choso lean into you, connecting your bodies together. 

“I’m sorry for yelling…” Choso says softly, his own breathing calming down the moment his body touches yours. You wrap your arms around him, making sure to speak softly to not frighten him more “It’s okay Choso… but why won’t you let me help you?”. You didn’t want to make assumptions, you wanted Choso to tell you his feelings directly.

Choso thinks for a moment, choosing his words carefully when he says “No one other than my brothers ever touched my hair. If I let someone else do it now… what will it mean for them? What if I forget the day they did it?” Choso makes himself even smaller than before, shuddering at the thought of one day forgetting his baby siblings. 

Hearing his words breaks your heart, and you can’t help but put your hand to his cheek and wipe away the warm tears from his eyes. Caressing his cheek, you say “I won’t do it for you if you really don’t want me to… but you would never forget your brothers, and I’m sure they would want you to ask for help when you need it”. You touch your boyfriend’s forehead to your own. Looking into his eyes, you see him trying to contemplate his thoughts “Are you sure…?” he asks, trying his best to trust you at this moment. 

You smile softly… still holding Choso’s body close to yours, “Completely”. 

The both of you take a seat on your shared bed. Choso, feeling soft and comfortable, leans into you as you comb your hand through his tangled hair. He still felt a bit odd feeling someone else touch his hair in this way, but eventually he was able to fully let go and allow you to take care of him. It helped that your touch was gentle, making sure to not pull too hard. You didn’t rush with his hair, something that even Choso did sometimes when he put his hair up. He hasn’t felt this good in a long time. 

You continued gently brushing his hair, making sure to get rid of all of the little knots that appeared. Choso felt his eyelids get heavier as you massaged his scalp, and while he tried his best to stay awake, his eyes continued to close for longer and longer periods of time before he finally succumbed to slumber while sitting down. 

You didn’t notice that Choso fell asleep at first, continuing to gently brush his hair until it was completely untangled. You eventually took two hair ties and securely tied his hair into two pigtails… making sure to keep his bangs down, just the way Choso liked it. Finishing up, you exclaimed “Perfect! My boyfriend is so handsome” with a giggle in your voice. 

When you don’t hear Choso respond you get slightly worried, wondering if you did something wrong. That was until you heard him softly snore and realize he’s completely asleep. You can’t help but let out a soft laugh, making sure you aren’t loud enough to wake him up. You slowly turn him toward the pillows and lie him down with his hair still up. 

You softly kiss Choso’s lips and lay on his chest, feeling him rise and fall as he breathes in and out in his sleep. Feeling comfortable with your boyfriend’s warmth enveloping your body, you feel yourself slowly fall asleep on his chest, your heart beating with glee at Choso allowing himself to be vulnerable with you and being brave enough to share a part of himself that he hadn’t before. Eventually, you feel your eyes completely close, with your last thought before completely falling to sleep being your loving boyfriend.

After a few hours, Choso is stirred awake and he wakes up. “What happened?” he sits up confused as he rubs his eyes. Your lying figure next to him helps him relay his memories slightly. Right. You were doing his hair when he must’ve fallen asleep.

He sees you asleep and he can’t help but kiss your forehead. Still feeling the ties around his hair, he gets up to look at himself in the mirror. You did an amazing job, and two pigtails still stand proud on his head even after his sleep. 

A big goofy smile is plastered on his face as he admires your work. He thinks about his brothers once again, that soft feeling of familiarity as he allowed them to take care of him. He thinks about you and how you allowed him to feel that feeling once again with your gentle touch and understanding. Grief is no easy feat, and Choso has to go through that grief every day. Still, he thinks about you and how you comforted him today through such a small action, and he can’t help but smile.

He was so afraid of taking away the memory of his brothers by letting you tie his hair, but he realizes that it isn’t true at all. His brothers will forever live in his memory now through the both of you, and he feels them all around now more than ever. He was going to be okay, because he had you. 

Choso remembers that day like it was yesterday… and he hopes he never forgets. 

A/N: So…I have a prequel made for this story of Choso’s brothers doing his hair. It was originally supposed to be part of this post but after writing it I realized it didn’t really fit so I decided to just make it a separate post. I’ll be posting it tomorrow! 

A/N: Love Choso? This story also features him! (Be warned, it’s 18+)

Taglist: @emmyrosee

[cursedvibes]

I would really like for Sukuna to bring up Jin. Could be just a throwaway line like "you're as insignificant as your father" or whatever. Something to clue Yuuji in that something is up with his dad as well (if he hasn't already figured that out based on what Wasuke tried to tell him) and to direct his attention there. He looked incredibly shocked when Choso first mistakenly brought him up. The thing is, with Kenjaku it's relatively easy for Yuuji to just think of them as a big bad villain lurking in the background who has no personal connection to him besides genetics. He doesn't remember his mother anyway except for that brief dream he had later and there we also barely see Kenjaku or get an impression of their feelings towards him. Jin is different. Yuuji does remember him however vaguely and based on him calling Jin "tou-chan" in the original Japanese, those memories seem to be rather pleasant or unassuming. He comes off quite nice in the dream as well. So even if Yuuji doesn't like talking about him just like the rest of his family, Jin does feel a bit like a safe spot. Not on the same level as Wasuke, but at least not someone Yuuji has to concern himself with. More like a bystander to the chaos Kenjaku caused. As it turns out that's not the case though. This perceived safety might make his reaction to finding out Jin's involvement in Kenjaku's experiment or Jin's origins all the more genuine and harder to control than another mention of how Kenjaku fucked with his life. In case of Kenjaku he knows that already by now and has arranged himself with it in some way. Jin is not really on his radar yet.

[devixxish]

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x GN! reader

Word count: 836

Warnings: not rly proofread, implied wet dreams, implied sexual intercourse, y'all are so in love

A/N: just a lil something before Gamer! Choso.

In the quiet solitude of a dimly lit room, a lone soul found himself entangled in a web of unspoken desires. He had kept his secret for the longest time, a passionate longing that had been buried deep within his heart.

He dared not to speak of it, even to himself. It was an unspoken passion that simmered beneath the surface, a forbidden desire that had grown stronger with each passing day. His life had taken him on a different path from yours, but the pull he felt remained undeniable.

Your connection had always been magnetic. He often found himself lost in the memories of your stolen moments. In the quiet hours before dawn, when the world was wrapped in shadows, he would close his eyes and let his mind wander. Sleep would always overtake him, but he vividly remembered the countless mornings he would wake up, tangled in his sheets, your name on the tip of his tongue. In his dreams he could be fearless, shameless, exploring every facet of every desire he harbored for you. The emotions that swirled within him were laid bare, naked and unashamed- much like you in his dreams -and he longed to experience that vulnerability in reality.

You, too, had your moments of weakness. Mornings were the hardest for you, waking up to an empty space beside you, to a world that felt incomplete without his presence. In your own dreams, you were unafraid to admit how much you needed him. The warmth of his body, the taste of his lips- of him. They were all etched to your memory. You would do anything to feel his touch you craved so much once more, to relive those moments when your hearts beat in perfect synchrony and the feeling of completeness that only he could provide.

Distance had separated you, not just in miles, but in the confines of your own fears. You both craved each other, your desires as real as the air you breathed, yet you hesitated to bridge the gap between you. The uncertainty of whether he still wanted you, whether you still held a place in his heart, was a weight that bore heavily on your souls. Was the longing you felt reciprocated?

It was a night like any other when you crossed paths. You found yourselves in the same city, drawn to each other by an irresistible force. It was as if the universe conspired to bring you together, to test whether your connection was still alive. The world outside was a blur of noise and chaos, but in that moment, everything else faded away. He couldn't bear to look into your eyes, afraid that he might betray the secrets he had kept hidden. You, too, kept your gaze averted, but your heart raced with the knowledge of what lay unspoken between the two of you.

You stood face to face, the tension between you palpable; it was too much to bear. He couldn't resist any longer, and with a deep breath, he turned to face you. Your eyes locked, and in that silent exchange, you both could see it. The words you had held back for so long were etched in your eyes, a silent confession of the passion that had smoldered beneath the surface. He couldn't help but admire you, the way you held yourself, the curve of your lips, the fire in your gaze. You were everything he had ever desired, and more.

In that moment, the unspoken desires that had haunted your dreams became a reality. Without a word, he took you in his arms, pulling you close. The electricity that had always buzzed between you ignited into a fiery passion. He was shameless in his pursuit of you, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss that spoke of a longing too intense to be denied, of your need for each other. A kiss that left no room for doubt.

In that dimly lit room, your desires played out in vivid detail. Like a symphony, each note a testament to the love you had hidden for so long. Your bodies moved as one, a dance of ecstasy and tenderness. It was a union of souls, a declaration that you needed each other more than you had ever wanted to admit. A surrender to the emotions you held back for so long.

As the night turned into dawn, you lay entwined in each other's arms, your breaths mingling in the quiet, your hearts content. The weight of your unspoken emotions had been finally lifted, replaced by the certainty that you were meant to be together. The distance that had once separated you like an insurmountable obstacle was now inconsequential, a mere reminder of the love you had fought so hard to find.

And as you basked in the afterglow of your passionate reunion, you knew that you would never run or hide from your desires again. You were shameless in your love, unafraid to admit how much you needed each other.

[hockeyisforthegays]

What made you want to write/come up with the idea for heroine?

OOHH thank you for asking i will do my best to answer. some of the details are probably lost to "i didn't store this in my long term memory" tho alsdjjdlska.

so. ok. i was an anime-only at the time and started thinking about it in some form mid-season 2 airing, because like, well. i've never written a fix it fic before, i dont think, but i knew shibuya was gonna wreck shop and it did. but i think hidden inventory arc was a pretty big piece of the conceptual puzzle here too because--

well honestly what a lot of it came down to was: i love yuuji. i love gojo. i love the yuuji-gojo dynamic and i'm always wanting to explore it, have since s1.

and then when i saw?? hidden inventory gojo?? that sure was SOMETHING like omg my man was a bitch. the dichotomy between teen and adult gojo is my muse. so the idea of how yuuji would experience teen gojo....

i remember as a kid in other fandoms reading a couple of fic that had that basic premise of "character time travels and has to fit in with the previous generation as youths" and obviously those left a pretty big impression on me. cause i think abt them all the time. wherever those fics are now they're definitely creditable for heroine existing. but tbh i started writing the first scenes just to see what would happen and then--

then i basically went. oh if yuuji met geto suguru would it be fucked up or what. and then i started that scene and they went no actually, have you considered we have things to bond over? specifically eating gross shit? and then they ran away with the story together and a lot of things kind of followed from that. so another source of inspiration really is just the suguyuu dynamic which i had literally never thought about until i put them in a jar together and shook it. can you say your fic is inspired by itself? cause it a little is.

speaking of how i started writing mid-s2 actually so obviously there wasn't the immediate intention to have "yuuji ate mahitorb" be the source of his abilities. i was at first operating off the theories that sprung from the s1 yuuji-mahito + yuuji-todo + s2 yuuji-choso fights that yuuji inherently had some kind of soul-based ability that affected memories. before of course we learned that choso is just that brocon and todo is indeed just a maladaptive daydreamer for real. (if you read carefully you can probably identify the point where i started catching up with the manga LOL but the first handful of chapters were powered by speculation and spoilers alone)

... tbh some of our plot points, like yuuji not having some memories, are literally a case of "well. i havent figured that out yet, so let's say he doesn't know." asldjalskjdal i have since worked out the mechanics of the fic and its lore and i think it's stronger for having them be mysterious to yuuji but it IS funny to think about how i was just like AND I'LL FIGURE IT OUT LATER. writing heroine is just trust falling into my own arms most of the time