#shokos boys

[isolabellz]

sashisu

based on this fic

[backstepping]

gege gave him those eyes and those lashes and then went: why are people obsessed with him????

[hinamie]

domain expansion

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

So this is very self indulging. These are my vacation photos turned into the Tokyo 5 messing around. Makes me crave summer and my friends <3

[honey-nut-scooter]

Reminiscing on fuzzy memories…

RIP I totally missed Geto’s birthday but I hope this makes up for it just a little bit.

[thekeythief]

They’re the “shows up late to a mission with coffee” couple for sure

[cherrybomb757]

I'm so sorry for Shoko😔.....

She lost all her friends 🥺💔

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

SOBBING SNIFFLING THROWING UP BLOOD POUNDING MY FISTS ON THE TABLE THEY LOOK SO FUCKING GOODDDDDDDD

[rishiimaa]

what kind of dad/mom would jjk men/women be (boy or girl)

Disclaimer! ALL BOYS ARE AGED 18 AND OLDER! NO MINORS SHOULD BE HAVING BABIES 😡 AND A LITTLE BIT OF CURSING!!

ALL FLUFF!! :3

Itadori

I feel like he’d be a boy dad, 100%, Itadori would be the kind of dad that’d that is like one of the cool ones, like when you go over for a friend’s sleepover and he’s like just such a good dad 😭 and if this was modern AU, he’d definitely put his son in football, just a thought, though!

Megumi

Megumi’s definitely a girl dad, I don’t know, I just see him being a girl dad, and I feel like he’d argue with her 24/7, but we both know that Megumi would kill for his daughter

Gojo

Once again, Gojo would be a girl dad, and he’d spoil the hell outta her, like his daughter would have the best of clothes, best of toys, best of everything, EVEN if she’s grown up, she will always be a daddies girl.

Geto

He’d be both, a girl and boy dad, because you’d have twins, and Geto would be the most patient dad of all nations, nothing could penetrate him, literally both children could be kicking and crying, IN A STORE, and literally all he’d do is just pick them both by the shirt and sit them on his shoulders, calming them down, giving you the ability to shop in PEACE

Sukuna

That’s right chat, I remembered to add Sakuna this time! Anyway, girl dad, similar to Megumi, he’s always arguing with her, but instead Sakuna’s calling her brat, and threatening to eat her tiny ears and toes, he doesn’t mean it, he just likes to fuel her fire, and he’s proud to see that she’s exactly like him with a violent side to her, Sakuna would let his daughter kick, bite, push, punch, and all he would do is sit there with a pround smug look on his face

Nobara

Boy mom, girl mom seems right, but boy mom feels right for Nobora. She’s always having her baby boy dressed up in the most fashionable outfits, from newborn to college, she will not raise her son around disgusting fashion taste!

Shoko

Same thing for Shoko, boy mom! Except she’s just totally laid back and really is just a chill mom, sorta like a traditional household with ya’ll but Shoko actually puts an effort and helps you with her son and the house, I also headcanon that she’s terrifying when she’s pissed, like if your son talks back to you, he better expect a scary ass mom glaring behind you.

Choso

Choso! My baby boy! He’s a girl dad, twins to be exact, and may I add another girl on the way? Choso has a ball handful full of girls. Anyway, he’s a total softie for his girls, he’s never once said no to them, he just can’t say no, he hates seeing their sad expressions, so instead, he’d just tell them to ask you, because he literally lacks the ability to say no.

Yuta

Yuta’s definitely a girl dad! But he’s not like the rest and he doesn’t spoil her…as much as the others, he still spoils her, but he’s a bit strict and doesn’t want her to grow up thinking she could get anything she wants, that’s why he’s a bit more mean to her if she gets disrespectful, his issue though is that he fails to put her on punishment for a long time, he just hates having to put her through that, so after an hour or two, when Yuta cools down, he’ll come in and say,

“Sorry for yelling at you, petal, just promise me you won’t do that again, okay?”

And he’ll give her a little kiss on the cheek and give her back her phone.

Maki

Maki’s a girl mom, she’s also strict like Yuta, but she’s not as easy to get though, she isn’t mean strict, she simply doesn’t want her daughter to grow up being a dumbass, so she simply asks her daughter just 30 minutes of studying everything, and then she can do whatever she wants, and if you forget? It’s fine, just remember to do it next time! And Maki is usually the one to give the punishments, simply because it just comes natural to her.

Nanami

Apologies for making pretty much all of Jjk men all girl dads, it literally just makes sense for me, but of course, the whole fandom agrees that Nanami’s a girl dad, and I feel like he’d be a stoic softie. While he’s watching his daily show, he’d let his daughter put little pink hair clips in his hair and put little pigtails, if he’s in a really good mood, he’ll even let her put on makeup! (he’s always in a good mood when if comes to his daughter and you)

[spid3rw0mxn]

“ What do you think Satoru would be like as a boyfriend? “

It was an innocent question for Utahime to ask, her eyes glancing towards the two girls in front of her as it left her lips. A night of studying led to You, Shoko and herself burnt out, talking about everything and nothing at all. Typical girls night.

So why was that question still replaying in your head?

Shoko was the first to respond, a laugh tumbled out of her as she did. “Satoru? Really?”

“Not like that.” Utahime clarified, crinkling her nose in disgust at the thought alone. “I just mean I can’t see it. He’s popular but I don’t see him being a good boyfriend.”

_

Satoru looked down at you as you walked, him on one side, Geto on the other. Something was clearly bothering you. He could tell from the way you had your eyebrows furrowed, barely spoken more than a sentence to him and Suguru at all.

“Why are you so quiet? Usually we can’t get you to shut up.” He asked, adding on the last bit to try and rile you up. Get your mind away from whatever claimed your attention. He could admit, selfishly, he wanted that attention on him.

You shook your head, his voice bringing you out of replaying last nights conversation for the time being.

“Huh? oh, just tired. Up late last night studying with Shoko and Utahime.” You replied, stretching your arms up with a forced yawn to solidify the little white lie. How could you tell him what’s bothering you?

Why does it bother you?

Satoru decided to leave it alone, shrugging his shoulders. He continued to chat along with Suguru, leaving you in your own little world for now.

-

“He’s just so self centered, You know? with his ‘I’m the best’ personality.” Utahime continued, ranting about the poor qualities she found Satoru Gojo to hold. “Not to mention an asshole.”

Shoko and Utahime both looked towards you, waiting for you to chime in either with your own complaints or thoughts on the matter. Besides Suguru and Shoko herself, you hung around him most.

-

It wasn’t long before you and Satoru were sat on a park bench together. Suguru had gone off to handle some low level curse, leaving you both to enjoy the daylight.

Enjoy was a strong word, It was hot. The heat wave nearly unbearable this time of year. The black school uniforms didn’t make it any easier. Uncomfortable was putting it mildly, you felt as if you might melt into the bench.

“Thirsty?” Satoru called out towards you, draping his arm around the back of the bench as he shifted his knees, clearly bored of waiting for Suguru. He noticed the tiny beads of sweat appearing on your forehead from the heat.

“Yeah, actually.” You replied, looking towards him as you did so. His sunglasses fell down his nose just a bit as he turned his own head down to meet your gaze.

“Wait here.” He stood up and walked off leaving you momentarily puzzled before he returned with two drinks from a nearby vending machine, handing you one.

It was your favorite.

You took the can from him as he plopped back down on the bench, popping it open you took a few sips. You let out a breath of contentment, the cold liquid cooling you off as it went down.

“Thanks, how much do I owe you?” you asked, moving to grab your wallet to pull out a couple bills in repayment.

Satoru gave an amused scoff. “You aren’t serious right?”

_

“I agree he can be immature.” Shoko spoke, shrugging her shoulders, nodding her head at the next thing Utahime rattled off.

“And disrespectful,” Utahime added on, “Full blown narcissist. Don’t you agree?” Utahime looked towards you, eyebrows raised.

-

Satoru and you were walking back towards the school, Suguru had sent a text to meet him back at the training grounds. The sun had finally started to set, dark clouds covering the sky giving some relief to the high heat.

“We’d better hurry, it looks like rain” You spoke, picking up your pace to match his long strides.

“Nothing I’d have to worry about” He smirked, flashing you a smug smile. “Bounce right off me.”

As if the universe heard his words, it immediately started to downpour, heavy.

“I don’t have that luxury.” You complained. The one day you didn’t carry your umbrella. the droplets quickly damped your hair, before starting to run down your face.

Satoru grabbed your arm, quickly leading you to shelter. Once you were under the overhang of the building you looked up at him. He was looking perfect as always, with his infinity figured out, the water didn’t even hit him. Clothes completely dry.

You on the other hand, hair was stuck down to your head, clothes dripping from how hard it began to pour. Your teeth chattered from standing in wet clothes in the chilled afternoon air.

Satoru let out a low whistle, shaking his head. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. You glared at him. “Shut up.”

“You’re helpless” He murmured, taking off the top of his uniform. He wrapped it around your shoulders, doing what he could in the moment to help warm you. “Use that to hold over your head when we go back out.” He stated, readjusting his undershirt. “If it doesn’t let up soon I’ll go find an umbrella.”

The rain didn’t let up, and Gojo had to return with a cheap umbrella from a nearby convenience store. In his other hand he also carried a towel.

“Dry off.” He stated, handing the towel towards you, stopping halfway. Satoru got a grin on his face and took the towel in both hands, drying you off himself while giggling like a child. purposefully messing up your hair.

“Satoru!” You yelled in frustration, snatching the towel out of his hands and using it to properly dry yourself off, trying to flatten out your hair from his games.

“Wow, this is the thanks I get?” He frowned, snatching the towel right back. He stuck out his tongue in a mocking manner.

“Here.” He shoved the umbrella into your hands, putting his own back in his pockets. He tilted his head in the direction of the school, signaling for you to start walking.

You opened up the umbrella, rolling your eyes at his antics. “Right, saved the day again.” You started walking and he followed behind.

Even with the rain falling you couldn’t help but smile.

“I think you’d be a great boyfriend.”

“What?”

“Nothing, Let’s get back to the school.”

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[ninjasmudge]

suguru left and everyone handled it well

[gardentool]

Y/N: My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Shoko: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Geto: Tackle him.

Nanami: Dump him.

Haibara: Kick him in the shin.

Gojo: NO TO ALL OF THOSE. JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN.

[chronicdisasterwrites]

these morons of jujutsu high

pairing: gojo satoru, geto suguru, shoko ieiri and fem!reader

genre + warnings: - this is NOT a poly fic. they’re all just vvv good friends. nanami and haibara were mentioned. mentions of blood, death and general jujutsu kaisen TW stuff. smoking, the word “goddamned” is mentioned. gojo being an idiot lmfao.

overall FLUFF !!

word count: 1219

authors note: so this is just a cute, heartfelt piece about the jjk troublemakers including and reader. i was thinking of making this the intro of a potential series but ✨ let’s see ✨

enjoyyyy <3

Is this really my life?

A question that always lingers in your mind.

Being a jujutsu sorcerer was no walk in the park. Death was a regular occurrence in your line of work. Deaths you anticipated, deaths you caused, deaths of friends, and even deaths of curses. None of them are ever easy to deal with. Nothing about this goddamned job is easy.

The smell of blood is as common to you as the smell of antiseptics is to a doctor. The sound of a curse evaporating into nothingness is ingrained in your brain as the sound of a child's first laughter is ingrained in the minds of their parents. Your hands are used to the touch of the cold steel of your weapons as a guitarist is used to the wood of their guitar.

This is your life. Your weapons are your instruments and the world is your stage. The only difference is, you have the blood of the crowd on your hands every. single. day. The blood of curses, the blood of humans, the blood of your comrades, and the blood of your own body.

How could it be that this life; so full of hurt, pain, despair, regret, fear, loneliness, anxiety, and depression, can also have so much happiness, love, excitement, companionship, adventure, humor, and serenity? That’s life, you suppose. But how can a life like yours have so much love alongside such hatred?

Your friends are the reason, you suppose.

These morons of Jujutsu High.

They feel the same emotions as deeply as you do. They have all felt loss, betrayal, grief, and death as much as you have.

Gojo Satoru had basically been raised as a trophy or a high-value product kept in perfect condition for the world to gawk at with wide eyes and ulterior motives. With the weight of the responsibility of being ‘Strongest’ hanging over his shoulders and daggers and spears pointed at him from every direction, he never had the chance to be a mere child. Which is what he was. Just a child. From birth to the present day, he has had eyes on him with the neon sign labeled ‘Strongest Sorcerer Ever’ blinking over his head. Always on his guard, being wary of who to trust. Not a moment to be a child. Not a moment to be a teenager and certainly not a moment to be an independent adult, free to choose who to love or what to do in life. He only has one thing to do. One obligation he has had since birth. Be the strongest. Throughout the heavens and the earth, he alone is the honored one.

It's a pretty lonely role for one person to bear.

Geto Suguru has kind eyes, a simple smile, and an extremely feared cursed technique; but what that smile and easygoing personality covers is his heart burdened with the horrors he has had to face in his life. He too, was born with the responsibility of using his cursed technique to help people. Born with the ability to absorb curses and later use them as he so desires. Living every day just killing and absorbing something that tastes like a rag covered in vomit and shit. Having to force your oesophagus to open up and force your mind to think of something more delicious whilst absorbing the thing you killed a few minutes ago is all second nature to Geto Suguru. Doesn’t mean it ever gets easier. But the smile comes easily to him and his voice stays soft and stable as his words soothe even those who hate him.

Because Geto Suguru wants to help those who are weak, and he would swallow all the curses necessary in order to do so.

Shoko Ieiri is the epitome of genius. Since she was a child she knew fully how to use the reversed curse technique; the ability to heal oneself and others, a technique even the strongest and most experienced jujutsu sorcerers have trouble mastering. Being so valuable means she has to stay in a lot, or go to missions alone a lot. She doesn’t get to choose missions, doesn’t get to accompany her friends to even ‘potentially’ dangerous locations. Being so valuable, she is the first person every jujutsu sorcerer goes to for healing and rejuvenation. Which also means she has to see a lot of her comrades lie on the steel bed, lifeless and cold and limp. She is the one who has to patch them up and she is the one who has to cut them open. Dealing with death and the aftermath is her job.

That's a lot of death for two eyes to see and two hands to explore.

Meeting them, knowing them, and growing to love them is the most rewarding experience your roller coaster of a life has had to offer by far. Checking out every single cafe Japan has to offer, milking Satoru of all his wealth by going out to eat and Satoru eating the most (ironically), pissing off Yaga-Sensei, celebrating birthdays, arguing and then making up with actions instead of verbal apologies, being the loudest group in every train station, smoke breaks with Shoko and Suguru while hiding away from Satoru, spending sleepless nights under the stars with Satoru, teasing Nanami and Haibara for acting like a 50-year-old married couple, fighting curses and always having each other’s backs. This was your family. However dysfunctional and however small.

So now, sitting in the classroom watching Suguru and Satoru bicker about who knows what this time, with Shoko sitting next to you fiddling around with Satoru’s sunglasses making faces and terrible impressions, bathed in the golden rays flooding the room through the windows as the sun goes down, you ponder the question; is this really your life?

You hear your name being called and the train of thought comes to a halt, as you look up to find honey-gold eyes staring back at you.

“What’re you thinking about so hard?” Suguru asks with his soft eyes and an even softer smile.

“She’s obviously thinking about how right I am and how wrong you are, Suguru,” Satoru interjects with his usual cocky smile and teasing lilt to his voice.

“Yeah, she definitely thinks a seal can beat a hippo in a fight to the death,” Shoko quips with unimpressed eyes and an obviously sarcastic smile.

Satoru slaps his hand on the desk so loudly that the sound reverberates throughout the entire floor you’re on, “HAH! Thank you Shoko, exactly what I’m saying. Of course I’m right.”

He wears an accomplished smile as the sarcasm completely flies over his stupid head.

“Gojo… I was joking. You’re obviously wrong.”

You can almost hear something crack in his head. The sound of disappointment.

“HEY just think about it okay? So a seal-“

As a new chapter of bickering begins between Shoko and Satoru, Suguru nudges your shoulder with a quirk of his eyebrows, silently repeating his previous question.

You look at him, look back at Satoru and Shoko and shake your head with a content smile and a huff of laughter, “Just thinking about life, I guess.”

With a hum and a smile Suguru relaxes on your other side as you both turn your attention to the ongoing argument unravelling before you.

Yeah. This really is my life.

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

No I did not steal this from Naruto and no I am not delusional

[teddybeartoji]

i think gojo would be TERRIBLE at any type of imposter game. like those mafia games or among us etc etc. HE WOULD SUCKKK. he has never won a single game. ever. he just gets so excited whenever he's The Bad Guy and he gets this glint in his eyes and it just makes it so fucking obvious that he's the one lmao. and then he's soooooo sad when he loses:(((( like c'mon guys how'd you know it was me:(((( BE SERIOUSSSS YOU LITERALLY WENT "MWAHAHAHA" WHEN THE GAME BEGAN???????????????????? he's stupid i can't believe i love him

[epickiya722]

Shoko saying Hell would freeze over before she ever falls in love with Suguru or Satoru and having the cutest relationship with Utahime is the same energy as Nobara quickly telling Yuko she absolutely does not like Yuji like that even if Earth and Heaven danced the lambada and yet will fawn over Maki.