#the look on their face when satoru gets it down to the last jellybean...

[umemiyan]

you know those games where it's like "guess how many jellybeans are in this jar" or whatever?

do you think gojo would know the answer and help you win?

[aristre]

my love bug, sugarplum, jellybean. pls write me some getou x reader where he is alive and doesn't die thank you <3

my adoration insect, honeypear, puddingpea i will do anything for you. if you asked me to i would circumsize myself with nothing but a sheet of printer paper 8.5x11. i would gladly enroll into ls7c (but not ls7b) if it were your desire for me. be it far from me to let my human limits stop me from achieving anything you wish from me. enjoy..........

geto x reader where he is alive scenario

It’s midday when Satoru sends you a text; one message, succinct, simple, and it takes you five minutes to bother checking what it is.

Suguru’s coming over, he says.

What?

Don’t open the door. But as you run your tongue over your chapped lips and pick up your phone again to reply something quizzical enough to explain to him just how confused you are—three knocks rap against your door. 

Satoru texts again, Don’t open the door, I’ll be over there soon—but you flip your phone over and stumble over to where the knocking has ceased and you swing it open on his hinges. 

"Hey," says Suguru.

"Hey," you repeat after him, and hold his face carefully in your sight. "Is something wrong?"

He smiles and says, "Not much."

“Do you want to come in?”

"No, I won’t be here long," he assures you and hovers at the doorway. You think about inviting him in once more anyways, if only to see him gone from the space between you and the outside world, but he settles a hand against the doorframe and you swallow back the thought. “I was just saying—hi." Surely there is a world of understanding between the two of you then and there, so as Suguru turns to leave you grab his sleeve.

"I'll go with you," you tell him. "I don't care where we go. I don't care what you do. I'll go with you."

Suguru looks at you, about to turn you down. But he must see the stern set of your lips and unflinching gaze of your eyes, since he swallows his words and says, "Okay."

By the time Satoru gets to your house, all that remains is an open door. He will see that nothing's been taken out, save for a single photograph from your photobook. He won't realize until months later, but the photo you took was one of you, him, and Suguru on the beach at Okinawa, the last time the three of you were happy together.

The first few months together on the run isn't so easy. In between trips to villages, the two of you sequester together in cheap hotels. Suguru, more than anything, feels indebted to you. In the mornings you take on some new part time work, and at night you sneak back to where Suguru is. You can change your face enough times so that no trace is left behind, and once you flee to a new city you begin anew.

It gets better after the two of you garner enough allies and settle down with an organization. "You don't need to work anymore," Suguru tells you one night after you return to your shared bedroom. "We're getting enough funds from those monkeys now."

You smile at him. "I don't mind. It gives me something to do anyways, and I like that I'm helping you in some way." Suguru smiles too, and as you cross the room to the bed he reaches his arms out to encircle you.

"Thank you," he says, "for coming with me."

"I told you," you assure him. "I would've gone anywhere with you." That seems reason enough for him to drag you into bed with him, and indeed, the topic of working or not working doesn't come up again that night.

The night before Suguru's plan to capture Special Grade spirit Rika, you curl up beside him. "Are you ready?" you ask him, more a formality than anything else.

He looks so nonchalant. "Haven't I always been?"

"Satoru will be there," you murmur.

"That's fine."

Offhandedly, you comment, "I hear he's a teacher now."

Suguru snorts. "Seems like it. He's always been doing his own thing. I can't imagine what he sees in those students of his."

You know. You know very well. Satoru wants to change this world, just as Suguru does, but he wants to work his way up and Suguru wants to work his way down. This is why they're best friends, you think, because the two of them have always wanted for the same things and gone about it different ways.

"I hope you know," you tell him, "that I love you."

"Of course I do." He brushes the hair past your face and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Who else would've been reckless enough to throw away their life to join me here?" He sounds proud, but you know there's guilt somewhere he doesn't quite admit to.

Suguru has always been kind, even in the cruelty he enacts. And you have always been unkind, despite how you present yourself, so on the day Suguru's laid out for his attack on Jujutsu High, you slip out of the compound and make your way to where he is.

Your footsteps echo against the paved floor as you turn the corner, making your way towards the exit. But just as you stumble forward, so too do you hear the languid steps of the man behind you.

Satoru Gojo, in all his omnipresent glory, stops you in your place with the magnitude of his presence. You need not even attempt an escape now, but hidden by the shadows, you smile to yourself.

"I guess there's no point in running now, right?" you say out loud, and turn around to face him. From within the folds of your robes you withdraw Yuta's student ID and toss it Satoru's way. "Return that while you're at it."

"So that was you too?" The grimace on his face barely lasts as he pockets the thing, and then his expression calms into a stillness so quiet you can hear the melancholy in his voice. "Any last words?"

"You were my only friend," you say solemnly as you take a seat on the floor. "That's all."

Satoru returns a few words in exchange, but you don't listen to them. You wait, instead, for an impact to come. You only hope that you've taken enough time out of the esteemed Satoru Gojo's schedule. You only hope that you've done enough.

Hollow Purple rips through your remaining arm first. It is akin to instant death, but you hold on long enough to release your cursed energy and see the way Satoru's eyes widen.

"Why is it you?" How proud you should be of yourself for tricking him, your former classmate, your former friend, but instead you succumb to silent numbness instead.

"He's gone by now," you barely spit out, blood gushing from your mouth as it spills down your chin. "Sorry, Satoru..." I couldn't let you kill your only friend too, you think to yourself, but the light has already left your eyes and you think, ah, how nice it was I could at least let him go this time.

By the time Satoru drags your corpse to Shoko, all of your disguise will be gone. He will have your ashes collected in a urn and placed securely within the Jujutsu High compound. And when, one day, there are reports that a break-in has only resulted in the loss of your final remains, he will turn a blind eye.