#gojo deserved so much better :(

[jeankluv]

Someone take me away from writing

[niinnyu]

Give it back.

[kenm4vhs]

i’ll always remember u this way 🥺

[loveforsatoru]

Lots of things remind you of Satoru. The color blue, sweets, the evening just before the sun sets and the skies grow dark. Quite frankly, everything reminds you of him. Wherever you look, he’d always be there. You love him so much it makes you sick.

He deserved it, though. He was a good man, the best you’ve ever known. The least anyone could give him was love– and god did you give him more than enough to satisfy his soul for this lifetime and the ones to come. Because he, for someone who often thought logically and did not put much attention onto what happens after death, always knew that he would be yours and you would be his, everywhere out there in this infinite universe, even if he cannot hold you in all of them.

Just like now as you stand over his grave with an emotionless face and tears running down your cheeks, an umbrella over your head to shield you from the pouring rain which mirrors your tears, reminding you that the world moves on despite your inability to do the same.

Your days have blended together like a never ending loop since his death. You live the same thing over and over and over. Grief, tears, mourning, sadness. You wish you could forget the image of his severed body laying on the ground, covered in blood. It doesn’t feel real. Maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just a bad dream and you’ll wake up soon, hopefully.

You’ve been standing here in the empty cemetery for hours. You haven’t eaten, haven’t slept, or uttered a single word. What’s the point? He’s not here to listen anymore.

You discard the umbrella, letting the rain soak you entirely, and sit in front of where he’s buried.

Satoru Gojo; loving teacher and husband. 1989-2018.

You gently trace your fingers over the engraved words, the same way you would over his cheeks when he’d come home from missions and fall right into your embrace– the place he always craved to be, where he should be right now.

During the entire fight, the only thing on his mind was you. You, you, you, you. And how badly he wanted to get it over with just so he could hold you and leave everything else behind.

He planned to retire after this final battle, so he could finally live a life of peace. Move away from Tokyo, perhaps to somewhere up in the countryside where the loudest sound in the morning would be that of chirping birds. He would go wherever the wind could take him as long as you were there, too. Without you, he’d feel like nothing.

It’s ironic, really. You’re the one who has to learn to live without him.

Part of you is expecting him to appear from thin air and wipe your tears away, telling you he’s here and he won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

The final conversation with him was one you didn’t want to have. You waited outside the door while he spoke to Yuji, listening to every word before the younger boy left.

“Those kids won’t forget you, you know,” You say as you settle onto his lap and his hands find home on your waist.

“Yeah, but sometimes it feels that way,” He sighs, “Whatever happens, I’ll just have to accept it.”

You hum in response as he holds onto you a little tighter than usual and buries his face in your neck, drowning himself in you.

You let him do as he pleases, knowing you could never push him away even if you tried.

“You’re a little off,” You say softly. “Is everything okay?” You stare into his eyes, hoping to find some sort of warmth and reassurance amidst the clouds that swarm in them.

Of course it’s not. You can sense the little bit of doubt that radiates off of him. He wasn't the type to question his own abilities, but there’s a lot on the line, a lot to lose, a lot of you that he doesn’t want to let go of.

“You think so?” He tries to mask it with his usual tone. You can see right through it. “I’m a-okay. Don’t worry so much, sweetheart. You know me.”

“I do know you and that’s why I know you’re not a-okay. Talk to me, Satoru. Please.”

If this were any other day, he would, but it’s not. He just wants to hold and kiss you for as long as he can. He knows he might not be able to again.

“Let’s just stay here a little while. Forget about everything else for now,” He presses his lips against your temple and they linger for too long.

You huff in defeat and nod, because as much as you want to deny it, the impending feeling of doom won’t allow you.

“Okay.. but promise me you’ll be alright.”

It’s too much to ask for. He can’t make you a promise he can’t keep. You’re his wife, the love of his life. It would kill him even more to die knowing he broke the last promise he ever made you.

Instead, he pulls away to admire every detail of your face without a word.

“Promise me,” You repeat, “Promise me you’ll be okay, Satoru. I need to hear you say it.”

Your desperation is like a knife to his heart, but he can’t do that for you. This is the one thing he has to deny you no matter how badly he wants to bring you closer and say it’ll all be fine.

He hides his forming tears away with a chuckle, but there’s no humor behind it and kisses you like it’s the last time he will. It was. He remembers the way your lips taste even in death.

Sometimes, you can still hear his voice and the sound of his laughter rings in your ears. Nowadays, that’s the only thing that brings joy into your days. You don’t know yourself anymore. A part of you died with him and you’re afraid you’ll never be able to get it back.

You remember the way he smelt and the way his eyes would crinkle when he would smile a little too hard– mostly at you and your corny jokes that he found hilarious. The way he’d sing in the shower and hug you from behind before fully drying off while you prepared dinner because he knew it’d annoy you, but your scolds were never serious. He could tell with the way the corner of your lips threatened to curl upwards.

All of these cherished moments and many others have now become memories to remember him by. The day you forget any of it is the day you die, with your last request being to be buried right beside him.

Repeated sobs escape your once sealed shut lips. You cry and dig your hands into the muddy grass below you, clawing and clawing to seemingly reach the core of the earth and bring him back, but it won’t. Nothing will. You can’t do anything to bring him back and it rips you apart at the very center of your heart.

You’ll look for him in the skies, the wind, the trees, the color blue, sweets, the evening just before the sun sets and the skies grow dark, and anything and everything else. Until one day, your time will also come and you’ll be reunited once again.

But for now, all you can do is cry. And you do, everyday without fail because any life would be better than one without him.

[tiredgoblingalore]

"Gojo said he was okay with it", my brother in Christ that's the most tragic thing ever.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Because Chapter 261 broke me

„I’m really not more than a war machine, am I?”

Your eyes dart towards the white-haired man sitting next to you immediately, a feeling of deep grief getting a hold of your heart.

“Why would you even think something like that, Satoru? You’re so much more than that. You’re funny, you’re kind, you’re-“

“The strongest. That’s all I’ll ever be in this world”, he interrupts you with low voice, his gaze hanging onto the barely lit skyscrapers around both of you.

Out of instinct, you grab his hand, force him to look at you.

“You’re Satoru, even without the Gojo. I know this world has treated you rough since the day you’ve been born, I know the only person who ever saw more in you than the blessed one was Suguru. But…I’m here too, okay? And in my world, you’ll always be Satoru with the cheekiest grin and the driest humor on this earth. You’ll always be the one I’m looking up to, the one who cares about others before even thinking about himself. You’ll always be the only hope I have left in this shitty world, the prove that kindness actually exist. I love you. Not for the fact that you are Gojo, but for being here as Satoru.”

“(y/n).”

Your name is nothing but a fade away whisper, a silent prayer on top of this building with the busy streets to your feet. Only you and the man who had to suffer more than anyone else, who was forced to watch countless friends die, who carries the responsibility for this world on his broad shoulders.

“I will always choose you, Satoru. No matter how rough it gets, no matter what it does to me. I will always stay by your side.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, (y/n). You’ll never know if someday, I will be used against you as well”, he mumbles while digging his head into your neck, taking in your calming scent.

“If that’s the case I will do everything I can to get you back”, you reply without hesitation.

“It’s not that easy, love. The world of jujutsu has never been this easy. When this day comes, you’ll have to kill me.”

Instantly, you grab his face, take in the stinging sight of his glossy blue eyes. Those oh so gorgeous eyes that make his life so difficult, the eyes you’d recognize out of a thousand pairs. Why would those eyes ever want to hurt you?

-a few years later-

“Satoru?”, you croak out.

You feel like collapsing any given minute. Out of joy, grief, agony? You can’t put a finger on it. Because it shouldn’t be possible for the love of your life to stand in front of you. Because he died a painful death. Because not even Gojo Satoru is able to survive everything.

But those bright blue eyes…They look exactly like the ones you loved so much, the eyes that supported you through day and night. But at the same time, they don’t look like his at all. No, something is off, this isn’t right.

“Satoru is gone”, his familiar voice speaks out without any emotion.

“I’ll take over from now on.”

[tenacioushunger]

head very full of satosugu n other mlm characters that i ship, but mainly satosugu. i mourn them daily.

( credits to the amazing artists for each of these ! )

[the-last-panqueque]

"Let's meet again on the other side"

Después de un tiempo sin publicar nada les traigo un dibujito de Suguru x Satoru juntitos en el mas allá porque literalmente no he podido ser la misma desde que JJK me pegó semejante historia trágica con esos dos. Mi corazón duele, me quema, me lastima. Gege cuando te atrape Gege.

En fin, espero que les guste. Si me disculpan, me voy a llorar antes de que empiece mi reunión del trabajo.

-PQQ

[cho5o]

Chamber Of Reflection by Mac DeMarco

[evilkaeya]

Check up on your jjk stan friends today

[irenic-0kk]

OH HOW I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH!

[k-martins]

HC of an au Papanamin I'm thinking about:

something fell on the floor during dinner and Yuji didn't take long to pick it up from the floor. he was quickly raising his head when he felt Nanami's hand protect the side of his head from the corner of the restaurant table they were at. when he noticed that Yuji was safe, he gently patted the pink strands.

Yuji was ready to thank him when he noticed the broken watch.

"don't worry, yuji-kun, it was nothing" was what Nanami said, taking out the ruined watch to avoid any more accidents.

Turns out it had been something. that was nanamin's favorite watch. he got it from his deceased classmate whose name always makes the blonde's eyes cloud over. it was important. it was special!

and he was broken because of Yuji!

no matter how many times Nanamin claimed it was nothing, Yuji still felt guilty.

So, he took the destroyed clock from the early hours of that same night and spent weeks working to repair it.

he asked Ino and Choso, Megumi and Nobara for help. even for Gojo-sensei!

Then, one night, Nanami returns to the office and finds a box decorated with a banana and cinnamon muffin and a note saying "sorry about that day, I hope you got well :(".

his watch is fixed inside the box, the hands working and moving the seconds.

((Yuji didn't know, but the watch hadn't worked properly since it broke the day Haibara died))

Nanami takes off his glasses and, if Ijichi sees him rubbing his eyes, he'll say it's because of tiredness from the exhausting day.

The other day, when Yuji seems hesitant, Nanamin puts his hand on his shoulder and gently thanks him for the gift. He then promises that they will have coffee after work, caramel boba for Yuji and black coffee for Nanamin.

They both call it home

[gojo-catoru00]

Gege we knew you could be cruel but holy fucking shit. . . . . .

That was literally the worst JJK chapter. . . .

[shadycatdealer]

"Are you more like Geto, Gojo or Shoko?"

I'm Geto when I silence my pain, when isolation pulls me into its chest and shackles my wrists. My nights are disturbed, I keep waking up to my thrashing heart and lungs wailing for air. I'm Gojo when I mask my fears, when I act silly and annoying to veil the maggots eating away at my insides. When I'm terrified of being a better weapon than a person. And I am Shoko. Shoko who watches her best friends' sparks dwindle and fizz out like her cigarettes. Shoko who desperately tries and fails to keep them both from being drowned by the tide.

So all three, I guess.

[satoruxx]

… are you saying i was actually a widow the whole time???

[hiraethwrote]

i’m gonna take my nap and then just not wake up