#gojo wants to climb that man like a ladder

[nyan-bynary]

if I were to make a sukugo au I'd keep gojo 28/29 but sukuna has to be in his mid-fifties I think

[starlightoru-gojo]

You already accepted the moment you said ‘yes’ to be in a relationship with Satoru Gojo that you won’t be always the priority. He is a busy man, he has a lot of priorities on his shoulders, you know how heavy the responsibilities were given to him unapologetically because he was named as the strongest. He’s just also a victim a the circumstances. During your relationship, Satoru missed a lot of important dates be it anniversaries, your birthday or even his yet you just always shrugged it off and tell him “It’s okay, Satoru. I understand.” Despite that, you choose to marry him because you love the man so much. You already know what you applied for, really. But, maybe, years of your patience snapped. You can’t just forgive him this time, now when it’s your son’s birthday and he’s not there.

The party’s over and no papa showed up. You organized everything with him yet he’s out of sight.

You looked at the remnants of the party, balloons everywhere, stickers and toys that are on the floor. It’s pretty messy. You started cleaning after all you can’t be tired not when your 2 year old son is helping you clean. You start by pulling out the ceiling decorations and then the walls. Your son is picking up toys and putting it in a box. You already talked him out to just let you do the work but is stubborn just like that. “Babe, let mama clean, okay?” You said grabbing the designs off the wall, you baby just looked up and smile at you then to the front door “Papa home?” Your eyes wide in shock while he looked at you with hopeful eyes. You climbed down the ladder you’ve been using to picked up your son. He yawned when you kneeled in-front of him. “You’re waiting for Papa?” He just nod and rub his watery eyes from lack of sleep. Your heart aches so you just hugged him just to give him comfort or just maybe for you too. You can’t really forgive Satoru this time. “Uhm maybe tomorrow? Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up when Papa’s here.”

Your son choose to sleep on the couch because you are washing the dishes and wants to looked at you or more like guard you. He is very protective of you, just like his father. But seeing his small figure curled in the sofa makes you melt and soft.

“Acting like a man, are you?” You pinch his chubby cheek, staring at your handsome son. You sat on the floor mat, watching your precious meat bun. His cheeks looked like xiaolongbao. Lifting him carefully, you carry your son who adjusted himself on you hugging your neck. You cooed, you’re about to walk upstairs when your front door opened. You stared at Satoru who just walked in with tons of gift in his hands. He looked at you apologetically and you just leave him there.

“Hey… babe-“ he grab your waist before you can even walk further.

“Not right now. Don’t even start, Satoru.” You calmly said but with full of conviction. Satoru looked at you with his pleading eyes.

“Okay. Just let me carry my son, please.” Your heart ache, clenching your jaw. You don’t know, but you just suddenly became very protective of your son that you just walk out in front of his father.

“Babe, please…” Satoru followed you upstairs pleading but you’re just furious just by looking at him. You can’t just forgive him just because you let him every time. Tucking your son on his bed and kissed his forehead and whispered a sweet good night. Satoru watched you did all of it. He knew he messed up and you’re easy when it comes to your son. You both quietly move out the room but Satoru immediately talk.

“Y/n.” grabbing your hand to stop you from walking away. Your home was lightly illuminated, serene and quiet, it was over all peaceful but your heart isn’t. You just looked at him with indifference that made Satoru flinch.

“You promised, Satoru.” You coldly said.

“I know. And I’m sorry,” He said with pain in his chest. It wasn’t his intention, he was about to go home when things just haywire, he could have just leave the mission but the higher ups will just not let it that way. “It’s wasn’t my intention. Babe, you know I would never do that to my son—“

“But, you did. I let you off every time, accepted your apologies, you could even leave us a message that you trapped in some far away land! You know what, just be clear with us! I openly accepted that I am not the priority but not with my son, Satoru. This was not the first time you let him hanging—“ your tears fell remembering how your son would wait in your front door because his father promised he would bring him sweets and was meet with nothing. “Just… don’t make promises you won’t fulfill, Satoru. Don’t hurt him anymore.”

You saw how Satoru opened his mouth to say something but closed it. You let go of his hand, walking towards the living room where you left the cleaning to attend to your son first. Wiping your tears and just focused on the chores.

Satoru followed after picking up the party poppers and carrying the chairs. You’re both silent, minding each other’s business. You can feel Satoru’s gaze and you can’t help but ache you don’t want this but you’re just angry right bow. Satoru’s the one who finished grabbing the designs on the ceiling, you watched him, shoulders slouch and tired eyes. But you shrugged it off, he should know that he just hit your limit. His carrying boxes while your just wiping some stains on the floor when you heard small steps scurrying.

“Papa!” You and Satoru immediately looked at the little one slowly going down stairs. Satoru who is about to carry a big box stopped and looked at you. You watch him but teared off your eyes when you saw how your son excitedly run towards his father. You watched how Satoru deal with his son.

Kneeling in front of your son, Satoru, watched him closely, apologizing or whatever you can see in his eyes yet his son was looking at him with glimmer in his eyes. Satoru gulped trying so hard to stop his tears.

“Happy birthday, big boy.” You can hear Satoru’s strained voice, his eyes water and you looked away. “I’m sorry if Papa was not here, earlier.” Satoru hugged his son, apologizing. Your son just hugged his father back with a confused look on his face.

“Papa gift?”

You scoffed. Both Satoru and your son looked at you. Two pairs of beautiful blue eyes are watching you closely. You chuckle while wiping your tears walking towards your boys. For all the things that happened the only thing that matters is his gift.

You snatched your son away and jokingly squinting at Satoru on the ground. “Where’s your son’s gift?”

[starcursedluvrs]

doomsday teaser

actor!gojo x techie!geto AU :)

hey y'all! thank you for all the love on Talk, I really appreciate every single like, comment, and reblog. i've started part II, and it should be out within 2 or 3 weeks (i'm a busy lady sorry). in a mean time, here's a little bite of another fic i wrote/am still working on. it's a techie!geto x actor!gojo AU where suguru is a wardrobe crew head for a hit broadway musical, and satoru is the star. this one is for all the former (and current) theater kids (kids as in people above the age of 18, MDNI!). there will be lots of smut and angst and plot to come, but for now, plz enjoy <3

wc: 845

With that, Suguru took a deep sigh and finished walking down the narrow hallway. His shoes squeaked considerably less as he climbed the winding iron staircase up to the cast’s personal dressing rooms. When he got to the top, he was distracted by a white-haired man violently shaking the vending machines in an attempt to release a chocolate bar from its clutches.  

Then he saw those eyes. 

Those beautiful, bright blue eyes. They looked like they contained the entire sky.

Suguru started sorting through color theory in his head to think about which piece of fabric would go best with those brilliant irises. 

“Do, uh. Do you need some help there, doll?” Suguru offered, flustered. 

The man just stared back at Suguru for a moment, before responding, “Sure, crazy bangs. That would be great.” 

“Not sure crazy bangs is such a great comeback from someone who’s attacking a vending machine,” Suguru bantered back. 

“Hey, it’s not my fault my boss man loves chocolate. Gotta stock up for him.”

“Oh, are you Mr. Gojo’s manager?”

“Never thought about it like that. Huh. Guess I am.” 

“Will I see you around then?”

“I guess you could say that, crazy bangs,” the white-haired man said with a smirk. 

A tense moment passed as the two men locked eyes. The mysterious blue-eyed beauty scanned Suguru’s body up and down with no shame. Suguru should have felt self-conscious, but he found himself oddly endeared by the man in front of him. Suguru felt a slight blush prickle over the skin of his cheeks.  

“So when is Mr. Gojo arriving?” Suguru asserted to break the silence. “I have some things I wanted to run over with him in terms of quick changes.” 

“So. You’re costumes?” 

“Yeah.” Suguru answered. Did he say the wrong thing? 

“Makes sense.” The lengthy white haired man smirked and turned on the ball of his foot and started walking - no, sashaying - to the door of Mr. Gojo’s dressing room. As the man opened the door, Suguru caught it behind him. 

“Why does it make sense, doll?” Suguru allowed a soft smile to appear on his lips. For the first time in a while, Suguru was flirting. 

And he was having fun. 

“Because. You’re so serious. You costume and props people always have sticks up your asses.” The man retorted with a snort. 

Suguru rolled his eyes, a verbal bite lingering on his words, “We’re just trying to do our jobs.” 

Even though the blue-eyed stranger was  taller, Suguru seemed to tower over him at that moment. 

“Well, I’m just trying to do mine.” Suguru couldn’t tell if this guy was a douche or if he was also flirting back. He hoped for his sake, it was the ladder. Unfortunately, he also had a job to do. No matter, he still had time to get to know this attractive stranger.

“Great. So, do you have an ETA on your client?” 

“Client? What client?” The man looked so confused. 

“…Mr. Gojo…” 

“Oh, we’re still playing that game.” 

“What game?” 

“You seriously don’t know who I am?” 

“You’re Mr. Gojo’s manager.” Suguru stated. 

The white haired man burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. It took a second for him to collect himself.

“Hot and funny. I’m keeping you around, crazy bangs.”

Suguru’s brain short circuited at that. Attractive stranger also finds him attractive. Noted.

“Haha,” Suguru offered a weak, uncomfortable laugh,”Not that I wouldn’t want that too, but I really have a job to do, doll.” 

Those blue eyes blinked in disbelief. 

“Wow. You’re serious, ok. Let’s start over.”

The man stuck out his hand, which looked as if it was crafted of the finest porcelain.

“I’m Satoru Gojo. It’s nice to meet you, what’s your name?”

Suguru looked at Satoru until it finally clicked in his head. So this was the brat Nanami was talking about. 

Suguru shook his hand hesitantly, as another question crossed his mind. “You said you were Gojo’s manager though,” Suguru pointed out.

“You’re putting words in my mouth, I said I had never thought of it that way. I guess I am kind of like my own manager because I don’t have one. I manage myself, thank you very much,” Satoru turned his nose and dramatically looked away from Suguru.

“But… who’s boss man?” 

“Oh that’s what I call Nanami. I asked him what his favorite candy was and I’m stocking up on it so that every time I annoy him, I can apologize with a chocolate bar.” 

A deep rumble left Suguru’s chest as he laughed at Satoru’s comment.

“I’m sure Nanami loves being called boss man.” 

“Oh please, he’ll grow into the nickname. Didn’t get your name yet though, crazy bangs.”

“Suguru Geto. Wardrobe Crew Head.” 

“If I see you around later, maybe I can show you how it feels to have something other than a stick up your ass.”

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[merlinssassybeard]

▪︎▪︎Roses & Thorns▪︎▪︎

Tags- angst, fluff, arranged marriage, enemies to lover, disgusting baby talks, jjk au, friendly mean/nice Gojo x Sub talkative reader, slow burn, degradation, smut, heavy angst family drama.

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Upon the orders of the Higherups, you have been tasked the mission of working as a spy the very man you are to marry, the strongest sorcerer Gojo Satoru.

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Important notes:- LN - last name, yn- your name, use of 'san, sama, nii, nee, oka, oto' japanese terms basically.

Prologue

The day had finally arrived. The most dreaded day when you finally get married after a month long turmoil as to who would you be marrying. You were to marry someone infamous and very well known, the none other than The Gojo Satoru

Originally from the start, you were betrothed to the next supposed clan head from the Big 3 Sorcerer Families, The Zenin's, Naoya Zenin.

The Zenins' good reputation and friendly relations with the Higher ups council was what your father saw when he promised your hand at a family dinner with the Zenins at their house, to Naoya when you were 17. It was not only the good face of the family but also the social ladder that your family will climb if or when you'll be married to the Zenin boy.

Its not like your family isn't at the top already but its more to cement their position. Nobody can touch the LN's, your family, but with the Zenins backing up, not a single soul would dare to look up against the LNs.

You were against the marraige needless to say but didn't protest much either, a week locked in your room was what you did to show your discontentment. It was more like you had given up because what would you do anyway? Fight? Run away from your family? Nah, you're not that type of a person. You're grounded or to be specific, you fall more on the lazy side.

You never wanted to get married and always wanted to live an easy 'free from responsibilities' type of life. No work, no responsibility, nothing. Just you and your pet dogs, if you had any that is, under the warmth of the sun and the cool shade of the trees.

Good for you, being born in the conservative family of the highest ranking member of the Elders of the Jujutsu Society ensured nothing but comfort, riches and exemption from working as a sorcerer. Connections and relations with the elites of both from the Jujutsu Society as well the human society.

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You were blessed and spoilt more from the very beginning. Being the youngest of 3, you were literally your daddy's princess.

Treated like a fragile glass, you were never to allowed work or move an inch of your muscle as you had a personal maid, Haru, from age 5.

When your engagement with Naoya Zenin was announced, it was kept a secret within the 2 families for some unknown reasons.

You knew very little about Naoya in person. Only having seen him at family dinners every now and then and engaging in random small talks here and there, where he'd mostly talk about how women should just be obedient to their 'man' and all alike gibberish.

Your long time personal maid Haru told you about how the Zenin women are treated at their household, they don't even spare the clan head's wife. How Naoya beated down his own cousin sister, named Maki, when they were kids. You genuinely felt nervous and Haru hadn't even finished but she noticed your face going pale at the thought of receiving harsh treatment at your to-be married house because at your father's house, you knew nothing but comfort.

You fell in a deep dilemma now as to what should be done. Its not like you can do anything anyway, the marriage is set in mid March, just half a month from now. Not many people knew about the marriage, only the two families. Your measurements had been sent 3 week ago for the Shiromuku (An all white shinto wedding dress).

The wheels had been set in motion as you were freaking out internally. The whole family was busy in preparations, your elder siblings, both married, ino and takeshi, had also come to their parent's house for the secret marriage.

There was joy and happiness in the air among your family while you suffocated at the thought of your future.

Your sister Ino noticed and gave you a long sister-ly lecture about how you should be happy and feel lucky that you're not marrying just anybody like her and Takeshi but a man from the Big 3 families. And no, its not a common thing. Its not everyday the big arrogant families accept just anyone. You received the pass because of your father's status. She continued elaborating how you should be grateful and fulfill your womanly duties of providing an heir at the least. Providing with an heir will cement your as well as the family's ties stronger, and how it is very important.

All this commotion in the family day and night was only making you more tense. You tried your best to look happy all the time but internally, you wanted to run away, run far away into a far off island of green. You were never happy about the betrothal and your recent revelation made your heart and guts do somersaults.

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Seven days to your marriage..

Old or young, the whole family was engaged in preparations of their outfits for the wedding and continues showering of gifts by the Zenins had made you to snap to reality, a reality of duties and responsibilities.

You can't do anything and had finally come to terms to accept life as it is and prepare yourself for a new step in your life with a bright smile and hope for the best until..... the evening your father arrived after being absent for 2 consecutive days, he had a frowning look on his face, as he said..

"Yn......you're not marrying the Zenin boy....."

The whole family, your 3 uncles their wives, 4 aunts and their husbands, your 7 cousins and their husband and wives, your siblings and their spouses, your granny and grandpa and your nanny with your mother, who were all sitting and enjoying their tea while gossiping, all gasped together.

You didn't knew how to react, of course you were happy and relieved, you knew your dad is the BEST! So you simply started daydreaming your 'back to normal' life where you do nothing special but read books or paint, go shopping or attend countless kittyparties with your girlgang which mainly includes daughter's of other high born families.

The reaction of those words of the rest members were one to see, some spitted out the tea, some's grip loosened as their cups fell, while others had their mouth ajar which even further escalated when your dad finished his sentence..

"...you're marrying.....Satoru...from the Gojo clan."

That's it. Everyone froze. There were "eh?", "huh?", "come again?"s in the room while the olds simply asked for a new hearing machine. Your sister, sitting beside you, pressed your shoulders slightly as you snaped back to reality.

After a moment of realizations, there was silence in the environment, only laughing and giggling of the kids of your relatives outside who were busy playing. Your sister ino spoke up to break the silence, "you mean that s-satoru?"

Your dad had no response, he only looked away as he noded.

Your eyes widened. Weren't you betrothed to someone already? Why are the Gojo's after you? So your father wasn't going to save you from the impending doom of marriage? Why is this happening? Or even better! What is happening? Just when you convinced yourself that you'll be marrying someone you already knew and that everything will be alright, a new trouble approached.

You didn't knew Gojo Satoru. Only having heard his name as the 'six eyed boy' and from your dad's mouth at dinner, who never shied away from adding pretty prefixes and suffixes with the name, his favorite being 'bastard'. Always ranting during supper, 'that bastard satoru doing this, doing that' and what not. But you never thought, never in a million years, that you'd be married off to someone your father truly hated.

But if its something he wants, you're more than happy to go for it, after all your father's done for you. Your father has always favoured and prioritized you more than his twins son and daughter. Whatever he's done for you, is only for your good, what will he get anyway? The marriage to the Zenin would've ensured a continued life of leisure, security and respect for you, or so your dad thought, unbeknownst to the ill treatment.

"Yn... i have failed....you...as your father.."

These words, these words by your father stabbed you like knives. Why is he saying that? Is this gojo satoru really that bad? "Oto san-" You tried to speak before he interrupted, "i need to talk to you both, please come" he said in a monotonous tone, pointing to your mother and you. "Yes!" Your mom said and noded as she hurriedly got up and walked off to the other room with your dad, you followed them.

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"They want yn to marry the gojo boy and keep an eye" this words were spoken by your father, who was in great distraught.

He continued to explain the situation that the elders wish or more like have ordered your father to have his daughter married in the Gojo family. They wanted you as a spy, an eye and ear from the inside on Gojo Satoru, who would keep tabs on any instigating conspiracy against the jujutsu elders, after a very recent murder threat and calling off a secret assassination of a boy named Hakari.

"But that would ruin my daughter's life! Do you know what you are talking about? How could you agree to this-" your mother lashed out before being interrupted " ITS FOR A GREATER CAUSE GODDAMM IT!" your father angrily yelled out in frustration.

"You think i don't care about my own daughter? I love my children very much and y/n... i know y/n is the smartest of all. That man can be the strongest but it is US who maintain the two worlds. It is OUR duty to keep all human safe. WE see the bigger picture but that man.. that man sees nothing but himself... and whatever pleases him." Your father turned his gaze to you now, "y/n, what is your decision? Will you agree to the marri-"

"Oto san, if this is what you want, i have no problem." You said looking straight into your father's eyes. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS Y/N!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! HOW COULD YOU LET YOUR LIFE RUINED LIKE THAT!" Your mother yelled at you as she held your shoulders and shaked you.

"Oka san, its alright." You said in a calm voice with a smile as you tried pull her in a hug and continued, "its not like I've been of use either. And if the elders think that I'm of all people is capable of pulling this off... then why not?"

Your mother had tears rolling down her cheeks as she hugged you tighter, "My love....you're such a big girl now...."

Your dad sat in the corner with his chin on his palm as he turned his gaze from you to the window outside and murmured, "i have indeed failed as your father to have you dragged into all this mess"

You heard your father's words who was in greater pain, "its alright father.", "i promise to do my best"

And just like that, you were now sitting at the shrine in your ivory shade Shiromuku with red borders and gold emerald kanzashi tucked in your hairbun neatly. Beside you sat a man in montsuki and black sunglasses with natural pure white hair, the strongest sorcerer to have ever born, your husband to-be and your target, Gojo Satoru, sharing vows and sake.

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