#would’ve added yuuji if I could

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Puppy Love.

Pairing: Yandere!Yuuji x Reader x Yandere!Yuuta

Word Count: 2.6k.

TW: Hybrid AU, Puppy!Yuuta, Puppy!Yuuji, Fem!Reader, Non/Con, Somnophilia, Biting, Oral Sex, Unhealthy Relationships, and Obsessive Behavior.

You heard Yuuji, first.

 He’d always been the louder of the pair, not that it was a very steep competition. You hadn’t had him for very long, but—well, it was less that he came out of his shell quickly and more that he’d never had a shell at all. It only taken a day or so for him to get used to the idea of living with you and Yuuta full-time, a week for him to start acting like he’d always been a part of your little family, and another month before he started pawing at your bedroom door at night and whining when you reminded him that you preferred to sleep alone (meaning: without multiple two-hundred pound hybrids draped across you). He was energetic, overly friendly, even if you wouldn’t go so far as to call him disobedient or difficult. You figured having a more, for lack of better phrasing, dog-like hybrid in the house would be good for Yuuta, bring out his more instinctive side. In reality, the added stress of an overly hyper roommate had only worked to make him just a little more anxious than he already was, but you still thought it was good for him. If nothing else, Yuuji gave Yuuta something to focus on that wasn’t you, and Yuuta could use more distractions.

But Yuuji, though—He was what you should’ve been focusing on, at the moment. Through the haze of exhaustion, you could hear the door creaking open, the muffled sound of padded feet on carpeting and the tiny, almost inaudible vocalizations Yuuji never seemed to realize anyone else could hear. Soon enough, you felt the foot of the mattress dip as he clambered onto your bed. Any other night, you would’ve forced yourself to sit up and tell him to leave, would’ve called on the dozens of books and hundreds of blogposts you’d read about hybrid obedience training and found the strength to ‘reinforce boundaries despite personal feelings’, but you were tired beyond the point of discipline, and Yuuji didn’t mean any harm. One night of letting him curl up next to you wouldn’t hurt, even if you did make a mental note to show Yuuta some extra affection in the morning – just to keep the scales balanced. For all their many differences, they were both prone to crying favoritism.

You never stirred, but you settled deeper into place, curling into yourself as Yuuji remained at your feet. You might’ve fallen asleep entirely, if Yuuji hadn’t spoken.

His voice was quiet, low, audibly trepidatious. It reminded you of Yuuta’s nervous, stuttering inclination, although not quite as unsteady. “Are you sure it’s alright to…?”

“I am.” You weren’t sure who you expected to answer, but the sound of Yuuta’s voice almost startled you awake. It was normal for Yuuji to bend the rules. Yuuta was supposed to know better. “She’s asleep, right? Just don’t wake her up.”

Yuuji didn’t respond, but you felt the sheets draped over your shift, a warm hand curl around your calf. For as little reassurance as Yuuta had provided, it seemed to be enough for Yuuji.

It was half curiosity and half fatigue that kept you quiet as Yuuji moved around you. Whatever they might’ve been up to, nothing could’ve seemed worse than having to wake up and sacrifice much-needed sleep for the sake of scolding your (usually angelic) pets. At worst, you’d wait until you could catch them in the act or, better yet, grit your teeth and bare it until they left. Anything not to have to deal with this for another eight hours.

You rolled onto your side, twisting your leg out of Yuuji’s hand and letting out a soft groan as you curled into yourself. It wasn’t a subtle position, let alone an inviting one, but Yuuji only whimpered, only edged closer to you. This time, when he touched you, it was to take up your shoulder – his hold gentle and breathing heavy as he nudged you onto your back. Whatever he was doing, he seemed determined to see it through. It might’ve been more admirable, if you hadn’t been so confused.

You felt your sheets pull away from you next, then another hand on your ankle, Yuuji’s rough claws pressing lightly into your skin as his loose grip flexed. You felt him draw your legs apart, and with the corner of your mouth already quirking downward, you started to open your eyes, to sit up and—

Suddenly, you felt something wet and warm press into your cunt, and you stopped moving entirely.

Whatever lingering exhaustion you might’ve felt was swiftly replaced with cold, pointed terror. This time, you forced yourself to hold still, it wasn’t out of confusion or curiosity, but an abrupt and paralyzing fear.

It wasn’t a feeling Yuuji seemed to share. His tongue was already moving across the length of your slit, his drool already soaking into the silk of your panties. He was making those noises, again; deep and throaty, closer to the sounds a prowling animal would make than anything remotely similar to human speech. Both of his hands found their way to your ass, claws biting into the plush flesh as he buried his face in your pussy. He was just as rough with his mouth – his pointed canines ghosting over the inside of your thighs and catching on the material of your panties, his broad togue laving over your covered entrance as if he could taste you through the fabric. It was only when he bowed his head, when the bridge of his flat nose ground against your clit that you started to wonder if he actually could, but forced yourself not to linger on the idea for very long. Thinking about what he was doing, assigning a motive to his actions – that would only make this worse. Thinking at all would only make this worse.

You bit down on the side of your tongue with as much force as you could afford to use, willing yourself to hold still, to not react – a wounded animal, playing dead as to not attract the attention of a predator. You felt Yuuji’s hands shift, calloused fingertips pressing into your thighs, then—

“Stop.”

Yuuta. Wonderful, miraculous, well-behaved Yuuta. You would’ve sighed, if you weren’t holding yourself so stiff. You could hear him moving closer, too – his footsteps feather-light compared to Yuuji’s. You braced yourself to break up a fight (there’d been a few when Yuuji first came home with you, when you first realized that Yuuta had never learned to share), but rather than barking, growling, any of the sounds that came with two animals trying to tear each other apart, there was only rustling fabric, another shift in gravity as Yuuta positioned himself by your side. “Y-you’re doing it wrong,” he stammered, and something deep inside of you seemed to curl up and die. “You have to take her clothes off first. Otherwise, she won’t feel anything.”

It was almost strange, hearing him take charge. In any other context, you might’ve been proud.

Yuuji whined, but obliged. His nails scraped against your hips as he balled his fist around the fabric and tore, making no effort to spare the delicate fabric. The remaining scraps were discarded with just as little care, and before you could fully wrap your mind around what was happening, he was back to lapping at your cunt. With the only barrier between you gone, it felt less like he was trying to eat you out and more like he was trying to eat you alive – his tongue too thick and too long, his hands too big and too prone to groping at whatever was underneath him, the boundless energy you were so used to finding either infinitely adorable or impossibly exasperating sudden not quite as harmless than you’d always considered it to be.

The next time he found your clit, you couldn’t stifle your reactions – little, half-choked whimpers and moans escaping despite your pursed lips. Your hips twitched, and for the first time, you felt Yuuji draw back willingly. He was such a sweet dog. Even with your eyes clenched shut, you could picture him tilting his head to the side, his ears flopping in the same direction and his big, dark eyes going full puppy-dog. Usually, you’d melt at the sight, give him whatever he was asking for and comfort him the best you could, but you didn’t have much comfort to spare, and Yuuta was already answering on your behalf.

“That means she likes it,” he explained, his voice a little quieter, a little more airy than it’d been before. “Keep going, she’ll make more.”

There was a short lapse, passed in silence. For a second, you let yourself believe he’d come to his senses, that he might stop, but it was only for a second. His response was enough to dash any remaining hope you might’ve had. “…will she get louder?”

“Mhm.” And then, with the slightest note of pride, “She does for me, at least.”

And just like that, Yuuji’s head dipped, his mouth latching onto your pussy with a renewed concentration. You willed yourself not to move, not to think, not to do anything that would mean having to open your eyes and acknowledge what was happening, but it was impossible not to feel the heat of his mouth against your cunt, not to let the sounds of saliva and arousal against tongues and skin seep into the back of your mind and tint the pleasure slowly starting to pool at the pit of your stomach with a vicious, sickeningly sweet, nectar-like quality. It wasn’t long before your own pitiful noises were just as difficult to suppress, before your hips were jutting upward involuntarily to meet Yuuji’s mouth, before you could feel a mix of drool and slick and every other ungodly thing pooling on your sheets beneath you. Yuuta shifted beside you, edging close enough for his thigh to press against your arm. “You’re—You’re making a mess, she’ll be mad if—”

His voice cut out abruptly, drowned out by a sudden, bubbling moan from Yuuji. Yuuta tried to catch his attention again to the same result until, finally, there was a low growl. Yuuji yelped has his face was shoved further into the space between your thighs – Yuuta pushing down on the back of his head, as little as you wanted to picture your sweet Yuuta doing something like that – but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, his lapping only seemed to get faster, more reckless, more wild. You didn’t want to, no part of you wanted to cum because of your pet’s mouth, but you could feel the pressure mounting, the heat building, the walls of your pussy convulsing around his tongue as you reached your climax.

There was nothing you could do to stop yourself from crying out as you came, any hope you might’ve had of making it through this without letting either Yuuji or Yuuta know how much of it you’d been conscious for immediately abandoned. You tried to make good use of your adrenaline, to shove Yuuji away and run, but he’d always been strong, even for a hybrid, and he didn’t even have to pull away to pin your hips to the mattress and nurse you through your orgasm, his tongue now fucking into you unabashedly. He only stopped when the last of your aftershocks had died out, when it was all you could do to lie limp and mutter all the little ‘no’, ‘stop’, ‘please’s that you’d pictured yourself screaming only seconds ago. Even then, the separation wasn’t made by choice – no, it was Yuuta who finally, finally dragged him off of you. Even through the darkness of your bedroom, you could see his fingers knotted in Yuuji’s untamable hair, his knuckles white and his grip steadfast. By the time he let go, Yuuji’s back was straight and he’d gone surprisingly quiet – his dark eyes glassy and fixed on yours. By the time you could force yourself to look to Yuuta, he wasn’t much better. He was focused on you, too, but he didn’t look quite as dazed, quite as mindless. His lips were parted, but his eyes were narrowed, and he was wearing the expression he’d worn when you first brought Yuuji home, all displaced resentment and palpable betrayal. If you hadn’t known him so well, you might’ve called it anger.

Yuuji broke the silence. He whined sharply, slumping forward and kneading down where his hands were still planted on your hips. You opened your mouth, ready to tell him to get down, to get out, but Yuuta cut in before you had the chance to spit anything out. “Turn her over. It’ll be easier if she’s on her stomach.”

Yuuji didn’t hesitate. You felt his hands on your midriff, and then, you were on your chest, Yuuji’s form hunched over you as he ground something stiff and hot and leaking against your ass. You tried to push yourself up, to get away, but you were barely able to get your knees underneath you before Yuuji’s arms were around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck and his pointed teeth bared against the side of your throat. He didn’t growl, didn’t bite, but you went still regardless. You didn’t think Yuuji would hurt you, but you never would've thought he would do this, either.

Whatever aggression he might’ve felt faded quickly – as soon as he started rutting against your ass. You could feel him panting against your throat, his breath humid and stifling, and his chest pressing into your back. He was too close. He was too much. When he spoke, it was almost deafening, even if you knew it couldn’t be much more than a mumble. “Hurts so bad,” he muttered, as his cock ground uselessly against your ass, your thighs. “Been hurtin’ so bad since you took me home. I was so happy when Yuuta told me you could help, and—and, that you wouldn’t mind, and—”

His voice cut out abruptly as the blunt head of his cock caught on your entrance and, with a cracked whine, thrust into you. There was no time to adjust, to block out – just a sudden heat inside of you and the immediate, overwhelming fullness of his cock battering the walls of your pussy. “Off,” you half cried, half screamed – your voice a jagged, shaking mess. “Get down, stop, get—”

But Yuuji wasn’t listening. His tongue lapped clumsily at your neck as he fucked into in slow, languid thrusts – his hips slamming into your ass with enough force to bruise. You went limp, sobbing openly into your sheets, but Yuuji was strong enough to hold you up on his own, to not have to care what state you were in underneath him. So caught up in your own misery, you didn’t notice Yuuta moving until he was in front of you, until his hand had worked its way underneath your chin and tilted your head back far enough for your tear-clouded gaze to find his. His expression was that same mix of resentment and pity and bitter, bitter anger. Still, when your eyes met his, the corner of his lips quirked up, some of the harsher lines around his eyes fading into nothing.

“I wouldn’t be this rough with you.” His tone was flat, softened. He ran his thumb over your cheek, leaning down just far enough for his lips to brush against the top of your head. “I would be a good mate. You don’t need anyone else.”

Again, he leaned in, slotting his lips against yours with a feather-light sort of gentleness. At the same time, you heard Yuuji moan, felt his teeth sink into your shoulder, and started to wish you couldn’t feel anything at all.

[nanivinsmoke]

❥ 1000 Years Too Late

❥ heian!era sukuna x fem!reader

warnings: TRIGGERING & HEAVY spoils for the recent jjk chapter, if you don’t wanna be spoiled nor triggered, please don’t read.!

❥ trigger warnings & tags: mentions of death, suicidal thoughts & attempt, struggles with grief, reincarnation of sukuna’s deceased lover, unwanted pregnancy, depression, (sukuna inhabited a different body when he was with you) etc...

note: punishment for all my hunnibuns, since yall didn’t submit for the summer event. also i added a lil twist on the jjk plotline to fit this

it was over. they won, but you lost. lost the one thing that mattered to you.

you knew this was going to happen, but nobody can prepare you for death. how could they? especially for this one. they would judge you and shun you away from the academy, if they knew how you felt.

you watched as they rejoiced, reuniting and celebrating the end of sukuna, while you stood there sulking—trying so hard not to wallow in your sorrows.

he was the love of your life and now he is gone.

you stood at the spot where he died, trying so hard to feel his spirit or his energy, but there was nothing. he was truly gone. the two of you had fallen in love by accident, you couldn’t remember how it began, but you could remember how much the two of you loved each other. despite you both being on opposite sides, you couldn’t hate each other.

it was unfortunate how the world turned out for the two of you.

you entered your apartment and you immediately tensed up—immediately being hit with the cologne he used to wear. should you even be here? everything reminded you of him, the last plate in the sink that he used, the smell of the aftershave he used this morning, his crimson red slippers by the bed and his side of the bed that had grew cold.

you were alone, left alone once again. you lied down on his side of the bed, cuddling under the plush blanket, staring up at the ceiling—darkness clouding the room. ‘why’d you have to leave me? how am I supposed to move on?’ a tear trickled out of your eyes and then the flood gates opened.

you spent the whole night crying your eyes out, heart yearning for him once again.

the following days had gotten worse for you, you felt like you were decaying—mentally. you hadn’t left your place, ignoring the calls from your coworkers and your parents, you hadn’t showered, you had no motivation to nor have you eaten anything. his death took everything out of you, all you could do was drink. drink the pain away.

you sat in your bed tossing back the bottle of jack daniels that was sitting inside one of the kitchen’s cabinets. you had been drinking so much that the burn that accompanied the liquor had faded and it started to taste like juice. the vibrating sounds of your phone made you tense up, irritating you by the second while you ignored it; making you pick up—ready to drunkenly curse out the person on the other side.

that is until you heard their voice, the voice of your boyfriend's killer, the only one who knew of your relationship with the king of curses. yuuji itadori.

“hello? y/n–sensei?” you cringed, swallowing back your anger as you answered him back.

“hello yuuji, what’s up?” there was a pause on the other end and you took the opportunity to take another swig of the dark beverage.

“we haven’t seen you in a while….i just wanted to see how you were doing….” you had to stop yourself from chuckling, swallowing more and more of the bronze drink.

“im fine. is that all?” your words came out harsher than you intended, but that would’ve been a problem if you were in the right state of mind. “i'm not buying that. im coming to check on you, sensei. I’ll be there soon.” he said, hanging up on you—making you curse in frustration. you threw the bottle at the nearby wall, the glass shattering into a thousand tiny pieces and staining it with its contents.

you knew you shouldn’t be mad at him, he was a kid after all—being pulled into this mess, having to deal with everything as well. but, you didn’t know what else to do? who else to blame?

you got up from your bed, sulking on the way to the bathroom; stripping off your clothes and stepping to into the shower—turning on the water to boiling hot; the water burning away your thoughts. this was the only time you hadn’t thought about sukuna, the shower freed your mind. all you could think about was the pleasing feeling of the scalding water piercing your thoughts.

after a good ten minutes in the shower, you got out and put on something comfortable, waiting for the teen to come to your place. and a few more minutes, he was there, staring at you—like he could see right through you. “you miss him, don’t you?” the pink haired boy spoke, not wasting anytime. you looked at him and chuckled, before going into your favorite cabinet; the liquor cabinet. opening the strong bottle of vodka, you quick downed some; ignoring yuuji.

“before i killed him—,” he paused, seeing the look on your face after he said that before continued, ignoring your eyes. “he told me to go to this place, must’ve been his castle years ago, and told me to find this crate with your name on it.” he went out into the hallway and grabbed the crate, bringing it in to show you. it was filled with a bunch of letters, all signed to you.

“i never read any of them, y/n–sensei, i figured it was something special for you. help you get closure.”

“closure?” you stifled a laugh, raising any eyebrow at the boy. you burped, picking up the bottle of alcohol and shoving some more of its liquid down your throat. he could see that you were drunk, but you were also hurting.

“how the hell would you know what i need? hm?”

“because it’s not good to carry everything on your shoulders. trust me i know.” he put his hand onto of yours, eyes holding sincerity, but you couldn’t see that; heart wouldnt let you. you pulled away from him and stood a few feet back—face contorted into a scowl. “you should go.” yuuji opened his mouth to protest, but he knew shouldn’t. instead, he turned on his heels and head for the door, before saying one last thing.

“sensei, if you ever need help, im one call away.”

you avoided those letters like the plague. walking past them each time you went to retrieve a new bottle of your liquid medicine. you didn’t have the strength to, you feared that it might push you over the edge.

sukuna was on your mind heavily as you sat on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television—with a bottle in the other hand. you decided on a channel, a romantic movie playing on the big screen. you laughed in disgust at the main character, so helplessly in love—stupidly in love. you cringed when the character experienced her first heart break, rolling your tired eyes at her dramatics, that is until she received a letter. a letter from her lover.

it was like you were watching a movie about yourself. like someone was controlling you life in a way. you looked at the letter’s sitting on the island before looking back at the tv, before you got up and went over to the crate. You swallowed thickly and rummaged through them, pulling out one that had caught your eye. you ran your hand over the black ink, his handwriting thick and neat, envelope smelling just like him.

carefully tearing it open, you stared at the contents, finding a seat at the island.

‘ a thousand years ago, i ruled the world. i was nefarious, everyone bowed down to me—they respected me. i was king and then there was you, my queen. ’ you paused, taking a minute to process what the hell he was talking about. you took another swig from your personal mini bar before looking at the letter once more.

‘ i know you’re confused, i can see your face scrunching up in my mind. cute. ’ you giggled, heart swelling at you imagining him, imagining you.

‘ you were born a thousand years ago. you were everything i was not. you completed me, even though you were just a human, you made me feel more than just a curse. you made me, me. ’ your lips were trembling and you had to bite them to stop yourself from crying. he always had a way with words.

‘ you were fearsome, a little cruel at times (my kind of lady), but you were respected. however, some people didn’t feel the same and they had it out for you. you were cursed, one that would ultimately end up taking your life. after a passionate night of love making between you and i, we shared a kiss and that was the last one we ever shared. you died in my arms that night ’

plip. plip. plip.

your tears stained the letter, heart breaking into a thousand pieces. you knew that he was crying as he wrote this letter, words smudged where he was writing—that was rare for him. he was heartbroken just like you were.

' I watched the light go out of your eyes. i had to bury you. i was filled with emotions, one that i know a bit too well. rage. i killed everything and everyone in sight, trying to find a way to get you back…..it took me forever to find one. until, i met you again. the day that I saw you, i knew i had to keep you safe. you were fighting against me and i had to act like i didn’t know you, it was all part of my plan. i fell for you ten times harder and you slowly did as well. however, i found out that the curse reincarnated with you and how to break it. ’

you sipped the last of the burning booze, wiping your eyes that continuously watered with sadness. you pinched the letter, no longer wanting to read the rest of the letter, but you knew you had to. you had to know why, why the love of your life had to die.

‘ i found out the way to break it about a week ago and by the time you’re reading this, im probably already gone. the only way to break this curse was for me to die and i didn’t, you would die and be reincarnated over and over again if you continued to fall in love me. i couldn’t do it, I couldn’t see you die another thousand years later. i couldn’t lose you. so im doing what i gotta do. im sorry. ’

oh. the paper got wet.

the black ink smudged with your rainfall of tears. you couldn’t stop, your heart aching, breaking into a thousand pieces. why did the universe hate you? what did you ever do to deserve this? why did you have to live?

the bottle of bacardi fell to the floor, as you stumbled getting up—vision blurred with your sadness. you stepped on the clear shards, pricking your feet as you walked, not caring about the stinging sensation coursing through them. you staggered towards the bathroom, gripping the sink’s cool porcelain, & opening the medicine cabinet that lied behind the mirror. you picked up a random pill bottle, whipping the cap off and pouring a small handful into your mouth.

swallowing it with the help of the water from the sink’s faucet, you slid down to the tiled floor—sitting there until the drugs took full affect.

your eyes were getting weaker and weaker by the second, heart beating crazily in your chest and all you could do was lay back and smile. you were finally at peace, ready to be reunited with your love. until you felt a buzzing in your pants pocket. you weakly reached in and pulled out your phone, seeing the missed notification from itadori. oh. you smiled and opened the device, going to your text messages and pushing the little microphone icon.

“goodbye, yuuji.”

the effects of the pills consumed your body, putting you in a comatose state—a white light taking over your mind.

the sounds of medical machinery caused you to stir, eyes lids heavy as you tried to open them. the brightness of the lights above you, made you cringe, until you relaxed and was able to open them completely—taking around your surroundings. you were in fact, still alive.

you noticed there was tube inside of you mouth and you started to panic, that is until who hand came over and unplugged it for you, allowing you to gasp for air. “you’re lucky to be alive, y/n. thank yuuji for that.” shoko’s raspy voice rang in your ears and you met her eyes, tears welling in them.

“and did you know that you’re pregnant?” shoko asked and your eyes widened, there was no fucking way. after all that drinking you did, how can something like that survive in you?

almost like she could hear your thoughts, the brown haired woman spoke once more, “there seems to be some cursed energy in there. i don’t want to or need to know how, but i do need to know what do you plan on doing with it?” your mind was running a million miles per minute, a kid? a fucking fetus? you couldn’t, you couldn’t raise it—not now, not ever. not until you got help.

just as you were about to respond, there was a knock on your door and in came the pink haired teen. he smiled and looked at shoko, whom nodded her head and exited the room—leaving you two to have a mini staring contest. until, he decided to speak first, “I’ve got your text last night…I nearly raced over there—scooping you up and bringing you over here, auntie.” the name he called you made you raise an eyebrow.

“i went back to get a few things for you and I found the letter. it’s not your fault, you couldn’t control the past more can you control the future. it’s not his fault either. my uncle did what anyone would do in his situation, he might’ve dragged it a couple of times, but he lost the love of his life.” yuuji said with a little eye roll, causing you to chuckle.

“i know about your situation too…whatever you decide, im here every step of the way. you don’t need to do this on your own. he broke the curse so you could live, so live. “

you took those words to heart as you laid in the hospital bed, recovering. there was no doubt that you missed him and needed ryomen—but you know that dying now would make his death a waste. he died so you wouldn’t have to suffer, he was man; a cursed man yes—but he was the bravest man ever and you would forever love him.

“i got the last bag yuuji! tell fushiguro to help you with that one!” you shouted to the pink haired boy, grabbing the last bag from your empty apartment. you had recovered fully in shoko’s care a few weeks ago, you also signed up for therapy—to help you understand your feelings and better your mental health. you decided on getting rid of the unborn fetus, you were in no shape to carry such a thing. you weren’t strong enough and you knew sukuna would understand.

you sighed, looking around once more, taking in the memories before you moved to your new place. however, just as you were about to go, a white envelope caught your eye. you thought you shredded them all, but it seems that one was forgotten. setting down the bag of clothes, you leaned against the island and quickly opened it—heart thumping in anticipation.

‘ my love for you will never die. don’t fret my queen, ive might’ve been a thousand years too late, but i will forever love you a thousand years more. until we meet again. — ryomen . ’

you smiled, tears pouring out of your eyes while you kissed the letter, before bringing it over to the stove and lighting it on fire; burning it to a nice crisp.

that was the end of your story, but the beginning of a new one. take care, sukuna. and see you in hell.

[duckiemimi]

everything that’s happened since gojo’s unsealing has been such a missed opportunity for his character.

now, don’t get me wrong—yuuji is the main protagonist of the story, despite being benched for the better half of the arc, but gojo is a protagonist, too. and though the development from gojo’s beginning (the hidden inventory arc) to his sealing (the shibuya arc) isn’t as consistent as some of the other characters, it’s still growth with room for resolution. resolution which we did not get in 236. (if he’s actually dead.)

i think one of the biggest setbacks to gojo’s potential character growth is the timeskip that happened right before his fight with sukuna. the story wouldn’t have slowed down if we were given time to reacquaint ourselves with gojo after hundreds of chapters of absence, and it would’ve been a great opportunity to re-establish the dynamic he had with his students and friends, as well as introduce him to new characters and the characters we haven’t seen him interact with.

besides exploring character relationships, unfolding that timeskip into actual training scenes would’ve given the reader a sense of time passing, which would’ve played into the anticipation of waiting for the promised date. because that’s what the characters were doing, too—waiting for the promised date. the scenes wouldn’t have to be long and dragged out, but regardless if they were, they could’ve served a purpose in the story. in reality, all we know is that the timeskip happened and now everyone’s patting his back. conveniently implied off-screen growth.

then we have our epic battle, spanning fifteen-chapters full of “is he dead or is he not?” cliffhangers. as highly anticipated as this fight was, it mostly consisted of play-by-play sequences with minimal scenes of characterization. (by characterization, i mean things like internal-monologues and interactions that are more than just fighting. “phew, that was close” thoughts don’t count.) if we were to use the canon fifteen chapters as a base, a skeleton we could build on, adding more characterization could’ve made the fight less repetitive and so much more engaging, so much more meat to the story. alas, all we have fighting.

and then we have chapter 236. in my personal opinion, gojo didn’t have to die for the story to still end up centering the new generation he fostered, but let’s say he really did die in 236. if he really did die, then this chapter completely reversed and regressed gojo’s character to the point where it wholly undermined the development we’ve seen throughout the story. i would call it a simple “out of character” moment, but if he’s dead, then we’re back at square one and now we’ll stay there, unmoving. because he’s dead.

on top of that, his change was done abruptly, too, with no indication or foreshadowing that we were heading in the direction where 236 ended. i wouldn’t say that gojo enjoying his fight with someone who actually gave him a challenge was an indication that he would end up the way he did. you have to believe your readers are smart, but you can’t leave things so vague for them to figure everything out by themselves. readability is great. this issue shouldn’t have to be an open-ended question.

and anyway, the sudden change had no purpose. what am i supposed to take away from him reverting back to his high school self? that despite all the work he put in, he’s still alone? even in death, he feels alone? next to all his dead friends, he laughs but still, he feels alone and misunderstood? how pessimistic. and even if that was what the narrative was going for, then those fifteen chapters were a missed opportunity for an effective transition from point “a�� (gojo pre-battle) to point “b” (gojo post-battle/in the afterlife) characterization-wise. (and plot-wise. off-screen major events are lazy.) i’m not convinced and neither are many readers. this isn’t just because gojo’s a well-loved character.

i think most people knew one way or another that gojo would die, given the nature of the story. even if that fifteen chapter back-and-forth gave hope for survival, the end is the inevitable, and that’s understandable. but to end his character as someone unrecognizable from who we were first introduced to, and to have it done so drastically, too? it makes me :/ . sacrificing gojo for the sake of the plot, i could understand, but twisting him post-mortem was unnecessary.

taking away the care he had for the future generation, who are battlefield-bound right now, completely undermines the fact that the story is supposed to center around them. that was his motivation and what spurred him to give yuuta and yuuji second chances in life. his care, his motivation, was what started the story in the first place. if gojo’s character arc was intended to be flat and his actual character, static, then he wouldn’t have had ongoing motivations that lined up with the major plot.

bear in mind, i’m not making this as a call to action or anything (god, no). but these are just my thoughts as a long-time reader. the story is still gege’s and while i’m dissatisfied with how he killed off one of my favorite characters in the series, whatever happens next is in the control of the g-pen between his fingers.

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Fanboys

chapter 3: first flame

summary: y/n only said she wouldn’t pursue anyone in the besties group right away… that doesn’t extend to the rest of the school!

word count: 1677

a/n: Merry Christmas Eve to anyone who celebrates! this got finished a lot later than I would’ve liked, but better late than never? enjoy! don’t forget to comment if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

Y/n’s first week of college went by in a flash. She had four courses: College Success, Anatomy & Physiology, Music Theory and English 101. Yuuji and Megumi were taking English 101 with her, Yuta was taking Anatomy with her, and Gojo was taking Music Theory with her, so many lunches and dinners were spent studying together, and though Gojo regularly tried sitting next to her, Yuuji and Yuta always protected y/n from his antics.

Y/n’s head jerked up just before it hit her paper. “Oi! Y/n! You’re drooling on your notes!” Yuuji said, and y/n clamped her mouth shut, looking down at her paper to see no saliva whatsoever.

She growled. “If you keep fucking with me I’ll make sure Megumi is the only one who gets to see my notes in that class.” Y/n let out a yawn, switching from laying down on her belly to sitting criss-cross applesauce and stretching out. Lunch and the warm afternoon sun shining through Yuuji and Sukuna’s living room window had made her sleepy enough to nod off. “Where’s Gojo? I could swear he was just here.”

Megumi replied, “He was, he just went downstairs to let in a friend who lives in a different dorm building. Says they could use a study buddy.”

Right on cue, keys jangled in the lock, and the three students looked up to see Gojo pushing the door open with a flourish. “Ta-da!” He chanted as he jumped over the threshold. Out from behind him stepped… Y/n gasped. It was the hot guy from her College Success class! Gojo tilted his head at her and smiled. “Oh? Is Suguru familiar to you?”

“I- I- He-” Y/n stammered awkwardly, then managed, “We’re taking College Success together. I didn’t… know you knew him.”

“I do know him! He’s my best friend. He told me he was taking College Success, and I thought his poor senior self could use the assistance of a smart, pretty young thang to get through it, since he’s so behind.” Gojo winked at y/n, and if she wasn’t baffled by her two worlds colliding, maybe she would’ve reacted. Gojo seemed very talented at picking bad occasions to try and flirt on.

Suguru rolled his eyes, saying, “Sheesh, you make it sound like I’m an idiot or something.” He left Gojo at the door, walking past and settling on the carpet. “I just avoided taking the class for as long as I could because I knew it would be easy. Better to give myself a break in my senior year than to stress like everyone else, yea?” Suguru asked, and y/n found herself nodding along. She probably would’ve nodded along to anything he said, though, with a face like his.

In a rare moment of critical thinking, Yuuji asked, “But why would they make you take College Success still when you’ve already proven you’re successful in college?”

Suguru shrugged. “Beats me.” He nods at Megumi, saying, “Hey Fushiguro, how are you doing? Is Sukuna here?”

Megumi scowled at the mention of Sukuna. “Thankfully, no. But I’m good. How are you, Geto?”

Suguru’s eyes flitted over to y/n for just a second. “Pretty good, now that I know I have a study buddy to carry me through one of my last classes.” Y/n’s face heated up, and she bit her lip. “Y’know, you guys should really make up, you and Sukuna. He can come off as a dick, but he’s a good guy.”

Megumi scoffed. “He doesn’t just come off as one.”

Suguru put his hands up in surrender. “Well, if I can’t convince you.” He starts getting his stuff out, including a laptop with a stylus, plus a few textbooks. “What are you guys working on?”

Yuuji answered, “English 101 right now, but once we’re done me and Megumi have math homework, so maybe you and y/n can work together?” Y/n knew Yuuji was clueless as to her attraction to Geto, but in that moment she thanked the universe for placing Yuuji in her life as the best accidental wingman.

Gojo, who had quietly closed the door and was watching the interactions as he walked back, flopped on the couch behind Suguru, poking his head between him and Yuuji. “I still need to do my Music Theory homework with y/n, so make it quick.”

Y/n quickly got to work explaining how she formatted her paper – not just the standard double-spaced, twelve point Times New Roman font, but how she followed a basic template for her essays so they were easy to write, and how she expanded them depending on the length requirements. Megumi caught on quickly and Yuuji needed a bit more explaining, but pretty soon, the three students all had their own rough drafts following that same template. Sometimes the rough drafts held simple phrases in brackets, sometimes they had colorful sticky notes with interesting leads scribbled on them on top of their papers, and they all had highlighted the important parts of their essay. Yuuji must have had trouble figuring out his important parts, because y/n was practically blinded by his almost-entirely neon yellow page, but she only thought to herself, Well, that’s what a rough draft is for, I guess. And pretended like the smell of the ink wasn’t damaging her brain cells.

Finally, they finished their English 101 work for the day, and as everyone shuffled around, Gojo suddenly announced he needed to pee and made a beeline for the bathroom, and shortly after, Megumi’s phone vibrated. He frowned at it. “I’ll be right back, I’m getting a call.”

That left Suguru, Yuuji and y/n, and the room got a little quiet. “Anybody hungry?” Yuuji asked, completely unaware of the energy. “I could really go for some chips and chocolate milk right now.”

Y/n replied, “I’m down for choccy milk. Could you bring me a bottle if I give you money?” She reached around to grab her bag from the couch, but not before Suguru interrupted her.

“I got you covered. I’ll take one too.” He handed a five dollar bill to Yuuji then added, “And keep the change, I don’t care about coins.” Yuuji, who definitely cared about coins, grinned and quickly fled the scene to get their snacks. Suguru turned to face y/n. “You know, I don’t really need help with that class, but I’m still down to get your number.”

“Oh? Like, to study independently of them?” Y/n asked, oblivious to the fact that Suguru had been watching her study for the last half hour while he pretended to care about the notes in front of him.

Suguru smiled. “Yea, we can… I was thinking more like being friends. Maybe getting a coffee together sometime? You’re really cute, and I like your vibe.”

“Oh!” Y/n exclaimed, a little loudly for someone sitting right next to her, but Suguru didn’t appear to mind. “Right, right. I wasn’t even thinking about that.” She laughed nervously, taking out her phone and handing it to him.

As he typed in his number, he said, “What, am I not smart and handsome enough for you?” Just as y/n was about to defend herself, he grinned. “Just teasing. I actually have to run, a friend needs me. But I’ll text you, yea?” He says, his dark eyes making y/n glad she was sitting down, because she surely would have fallen flat on her face if she’d been standing. Suguru gathered his things, opened up the door as Yuuji was getting back with his vending machine spoils, and left y/n there wordlessly, again. How does he always do that to me? She thought to herself.

As Yuuji settled down, Gojo came out of the bathroom and Megumi came out of the bedroom with a scowl on his face. “What’s wrong?” Y/n asked him.

Megumi shook his head. “Nothing, just something dumb.”

She tried to comfort him. “If it’s bothering you then it’s not dumb.”

He sat across from her, sighing. “It’s only bothering me because it’s dumb.”

Y/n’s mouth formed an ‘O’ and she nodded in understanding. Gojo sat on the couch again, but this time, right behind her, a leg on either side, and he said, “Now that you idiots are done, me and my new best friend have our own work to do!” Then held a textbook in front of y/n’s face. “Why don’t we read the chapter out loud?”

Y/n, who wasn’t sure what to do about the built as fuck calves caging her in, said, “I have a better idea. Instead of doing more work, why don’t we go straight to the reflection questions? This isn’t supplementary to the lecture, so we’re never gonna go over it again in class or on the test. It makes less work for us.”

Gojo gasped in a way that y/n could only describe as aggressive. “Do you guys hear this? My new best friend is so smart! That’s why we’re besties.”

“Wait! You were talking about y/n when you said that the first time?” Yuuji followed, aghast. “I thought I was your best friend!”

Even though y/n couldn’t see Gojo’s face, she felt like she could feel his eyes roll. “We don’t have any classes together, Yuuji.”

Yuuji responded in indignation, “I thought you were going to tell me you transferred into one of my classes!”

Megumi said, “Why the hell would he do that? He’s already taken all of his prereqs.”

Yuuji’s face went blank. “Huh? What’s that?”

“What’s a prereq?” Megumi double-checked.

“Yea.”

“It’s classes you have to take before you can take the more advanced ones. Did you… not know that?” Megumi said, with a look of horror on his face.

“I…” Yuuji started, then said, “You know, I always thought it was weird that everyone took certain classes in a certain order when I thought they could just take whatever they wanted.”

Megumi face-palmed. “Yuuji. Yuuji. YUUJI.”

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omg good evening!! hope you are having a good week so far!! long time no message. would you consider sharing your nobara thoughts 👀👀 i agree that her potential was super wasted. like why introduce her technique only to so quickly nerf her 😭😭

i do understand if this is a can of worm you don't want to open but would love to hear your hot take 🙏🙏

omg hello my friend!! i hope you’ve been doing well!!

i would absolutely consider sharing my nobara thoughts….i will absolutely open the can of worms if asked….just didn’t want to fully plague the dash with my ramblings.

mostly i wish she was a more integrated and integral part of the plot and world of jjk. i think in general, when you have strongly written characters, their own arcs, backstories, etc. are often built into the very fabric of the world and plot you’re telling.

below the cut, i’ll share some more of these thoughts and ideas that i would’ve found interesting for her:

(spoiler warnings ahead!)

nobara, in comparison to megumi, maki, or even yuuta, has a rather singular and non-connective backstory. it’s not bad, but it’s not massively strong to me, either. and i think her backstory is such a waste of potential.

there’s several routes here i think could’ve been interesting and worked to embed nobara into the world and plot more.

i think it could’ve been interesting if nobara is a descendant or relative of someone important….specifically, perhaps, someone bad? mostly so we could get the added potential mystery/tension of her maybe being one of the moles

it’s mentioned that nobara is from the country, which makes me think of getou. it could be cool if she was a cousin/relative of his. and this could open a whole plethora of options for her own development, the plot, and character dynamics….not to mention jjk’s central themes and ideas.

following the line of thought of her being a relative…if she were a descendant of kenjaku’s, that could’ve been quite interesting.

i think her being a relative of someone bad also would’ve played into her whole “i live by my own terms and don’t care about anyone else” …also could’ve been about FOUND family rather than blood….yuuji and megumi having seats in her life, rather than her relative, etc. a lot of her story could’ve been about shaking off old shackles of sorcery world. you’re not always your family legacy, which would contrast nicely with megumi and maki, who are so entrenched in theirs. but all of them are there to end cycles that have been going on forever.

or something with her and sukuna would’ve been fun….perhaps maybe just sukuna even having a greater interest in her

specifically for her technique and how it can touch souls!! seems potentially threatening to him, who used yuuji and his body as hostage at points. if nobara could impact and harm sukuna’s soul specifically, without harming yuuji, it could’ve been huge.

more than that, her technique and this talk of souls vs the body with mahito and kenjaku…..is like THE key to separating sukuna from yuuji (or now, spoiler warning, megumi)

so in general, she feels greatly wasted for not being highlighted or pushed into those directions

i also think it’s a shame we don’t see nobara with a mentor figure the way we see yuuji with nanami (or gojo) and megumi with gojo.

i think nanami could’ve been a great fit for her, too, for several reasons. 1.) they both use cured tools specifically 2.) nobara’s prickly-ness and sass would’ve been fun beside nanami’s calmer demeanor 3.) they both face mahito and lose………..it could’ve been cool for nobara to be defeated in shibuya, but return to the story to show that like. the apprentice will outlive the mentor. to even get to defeat mahito finally would be even greater to complete that arc

MORE THAN THAT…..it just would’ve been fun to see her and yuuji with nanami….couldve been similar to like kishibe with denji and power from chainsaw man but perhaps more wholesome LMAOAO

in general, jjk doesn’t do a great job of giving itself breath for connection and relationship and love which like. arguably……a theme of it is…..love being the greatest curse of all….i think its earlier stuff is stronger at this…..once we hit the culling games, it lost itself. and lost nobara’s thread, which was rather weak at points to begin with, which is a shame.

anyways…..i’ll stop here. but i just think at every point, nobara could’ve been a far stronger character and every day i mourn her potential and jjk’s potential in general

[lillianawayne99]

CastAway Chapter 22

Pairing: Gojo, Itadori, Sukuna, Nanami X OC

Genre: Action Romance

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, smut chapters will have specific warnings

Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.

Previous Chapter // CastAway // Masterlist

Gojo led Yuuji and I through a series of halls, though they felt more like tunnels, under Jujutsu Tech. I didn’t really understand why we were going to so much trouble to stay out of sight. If Gojo really trusted this person, they could have met us at the safe house.

He still hadn’t told us anything about who we were meeting and why. For once I had joined Yuuji in asking a lot of questions. 

“Who are we meeting?” Yuuji asked.

“Why are you introducing us to someone when we’re supposed to be dead?” I shot at Gojo when he didn’t answer. 

“Why are we meeting them under the school?” Yuuji voiced my concerns.

“We may be underground, but school staff could be down here. It would’ve been safer to meet them at the house.” I added.

Gojo waved us off, tired of us asking one question after another. For the first time, we were getting on his nerves instead of the other way around. “I won’t be able to lead you this time, but don’t worry. I’ve called in a friend you can trust.” 

That was the most we’d been able to get out of him all day, but it didn’t answer any of our questions. I huffed and glared at Gojo, looking past him to Yuuji who shrugged at me. 

Gojo stopped before a large wooden door, pulling it open to show a relatively large room. There was a raised, stone platform with a wooden railing at the far end of the room. On the other side of the platform was a wooden wall with another large door. 

There was a man standing in the middle of the room. His back was turned to us, but I recognized his jacket and hair. It hit me then where we were, what was going on. I’d gotten so accustomed to living in Tokyo with Yuuji and Gojo I’d forgotten what was going on in the story I’d been dropped into. 

Yuuji and I stopped a few feet away from the tall, blonde man. I’d stopped in realization of what was going on, Yuuji seemed to prefer standing next to me than approaching the stranger. Gojo had no such qualms. 

He walked up to Nanami as he turned to face us, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulders and holding his other hand out in front of his chest. “This is Nanami Kento, the ex-salaryman jujutsu sorcerer.”

“Please don’t call me that.” Nanami rolled his eyes at Gojo’s antics. 

Gojo continued introducing him, but his words went in one ear and out the other. 

What the fuck had I gotten myself into? It had only been a little over a month since Sukuna killed me and Yuuji, and yet that had been long enough for me to completely forget what we were blindly walking into.

The attack on the school at the exchange event. Getou working with special grades. Who knew what he was planning to join forces with curses? But before that, Mahito. If we were meeting Nanami now, it would only be a few days or weeks before we fought Mahito.

Yuuji almost died in that fight. So did Nanami. How would I factor into this? Would I give us an edge? Or would we all end up in Shoko’s office? Could Mahito’s technique work on me? I could sense my soul, which meant I could protect it, right? Sukuna protected Yuuji’s soul, but Mahito was still able to put holes in him.

“We should greet each other first.” I tuned back into the conversation as Nanami dropped his hands to his sides and bowed slightly at the waist. “Nice to meet you, Itadori-kun and Davis-chan.”

“Oh, yes, nice to meet you too,” Yuuji responded as we mimicked Nanami’s bow. 

As if he noticed my mind was elsewhere, Yuuji brushed the back of his hand against mine. I glanced over at him to see him raise an eyebrow in my direction. My brows furrowed in confusion as I tiled my head slightly, pretending to not know anything. 

“What’s going on with you two?” Nanami’s tone made it obvious he was annoyed we weren’t paying attention to him. “Are you two dating?”

Yuuji and I turned back to Nanami, my lips parted in shock at what he’d asked. I glanced over at Yuuji then back at Nanami and over to Gojo, silently asking our sensei for help. He shook his head at me and chuckled.

“Uh, no?” I answered, looking over at Yuuji again to see a mixture of disappointment and confusion in his cage.

“What?” He asked me, hesitantly wrapping his pointer finger around my pinky.

“Are we?” I asked no one in particular, the question could have been directed at him, Gojo or myself. Unsure how to handle the situation, I intertwined my fingers with Yuuji’s and turned back to Nanami. “We haven’t talked about it yet.”

Nanami didn’t react to my response beyond an almost unnoticeable raise of a brow. “Hmph. Itadori-kun, you asked why I didn’t become a jujutsu sorcerer from the start.”

“Oh, right!” Yuuji sounded excited to finally get back on topic.

“I studied at Jujutsu High, and one thing I learned … is that jujutsu sorcerers are shit!” I couldn’t help but snicker and glance over at Yuuji to see he was reeling from Nanami’s exclamation. “Then I worked at your typical company and one thing I learned is that work is shit!”

“Really?!” Yuuji blurted out, shocked and maybe a little annoyed at Nanami’s words.

“If both are equally shit, I’ll take the one I’m more suited to. That’s the only reason I came back.” Nanami finished his explanation with his arms crossed against his chest. 

“That’s dark.” Yuuji leaned over to whisper in my ear.

“He’s right, though,” I whispered back with a shrug.

“Itadori-kun, please don’t believe I’m of the same mindset as Gojo-san. I do trust and have faith in him, but I do not respect him!” Gojo let out a sharp sound of indignation, but Nanami ignored him. Putting his hands in his pockets, Nanami turned around and walked toward the back of the room as he spoke. “I hate the way the higher-ups do things, but I believe in rules and regulations. This conversation is dragging on.”

Nanami turned back around to look at Yuuji and I. “In short, I don’t recognize either of you as a sorcerer. Even if you do carry the bomb known as Sukuna or are a goddess, please make an effort to prove that you are useful.”

Yuuji bowed his head, his fingers tightening around mine as he considered Nanami’s words. “Lately, I’ve been forced to realize how weak and useless I am. But I’ll become strong. I have to be strong, or I won’t be able to choose how I die.”

I squeezed Yuuji’s hand in support and bowed my head at Nanami while Gojo looked at us proudly. Unsure of what to say, I simply met Nanami’s gaze and hoped my expression reflected my own determination to meet his request. 

“I’ll make you recognize me even without that advice.” Yuuji’s posture straightened as he regained his confidence. “Just give me a bit more time.”

“Say that to the higher-ups, not me.” Nanami dismissed him.

“Oh, right.” Yuuji sounded disappointed, prompting me to offer him a sympathetic and encouraging smile.

“Frankly, I don’t care!” Nanami announced, finally starting to get on Yuuji’s nerves.

“Okay, I get it!” Yuuji snapped back.

After Nanami left, Gojo led Yuuji and I back to the safe house. He was chipper and talkative again, but neither Yuuji or I entertained Gojo’s antics much. Yuuji seemed to be processing Nanami’s advice while I was focused on the days ahead and why I was here. 

The three of us were cleaning up after lunch when there was a knock at the door. Gojo got the door then ushered me and Yuuji out, letting Nanami take over babysitting and training duty for the rest of the day.

Not long after, we arrived at a movie theater. The entrance was blocked off with caution tape while police officers directed foot traffic and kept pedestrians away. Nanami talked to the officers out front then led us into the theater to a section of seats covered in blood and surrounded by more tape. 

While Nanami explained what happened and how to see residuals, I focused my vision and uneasily followed the footprints with my gaze. Anxiety started to build in my chest as I thought about what we’d find at the end of the trail. As if he noticed my unease, Yuuji grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers. 

When I turned to look at him, he offered me a warm, encouraging smile. Gently tugging on my hand Yuuji led me after Nanami. Ducking under more caution tape, we went down a hallway and up a flight of stairs. Yuuji continued to ask questions, which Nanami politely answered, as we made our way to a roof. 

Stepping outside, Yuuji’s hold on my hand tightened briefly before he let go. While Nanami continued talking, I took in our surroundings. Part of the building continued upwards, a small open storage room set into the building, and an overhang at the door we exited through. 

While Nanami directed Yuuji to fight the cursed human hiding behind the overhang, I turned to see another crouched above the game on the far side of the roof. 

“I’ll take that one,” I muttered at the two men, making my way towards it. 

“If you decide you can’t beat it, please call me.” Nanami nodded at me in confirmation, moving to fight the one in the storage room. 

“Aren’t you taking me a bit too lightly here?” Yuuji grumbled.

Tuning out Nanami and Yuuji’s conversation, I watched and waited for the creature to make the first move. I knew it wasn’t a person, nor alive, any more, but a chill still ran down my spine at the awkward way it moved. 

Its skin had turned a mottled shade of green and yellow, reminiscent of a bruise. Its knees and elbows were bent backwards, hands and feet splayed out. It shuffled toward me on all fours like a crab, but in odd, uncomfortable ways. Rather than speaking nonsense like the other two, it chittered what almost sounded like ‘help me.’

When it finally turned and lunged at me, I stepped to the side, dodging the attack. As it flew past me, I grabbed its arm. Twisting it, I plunged my hand through its chest and pulled out its soul.

A heavy, dark, writing pit formed in my stomach as I let go of the corpse and inspected what I held. Souls were supposed to be perfect spheres. Humans were a mix of black and white while curses were all black. 

This … this was a swirl of shades of grey and misshapen. It looked like someone had failed very badly at making a ball out of clay. It was more of a rounded cylinder with lumps and bumps all over. 

As my unease grew, I silently prayed, ‘Hades, help me. What is happening? Why am I here?’

Turning the soul in my hands, I softly whispered to myself and the gods, “How can a curse do something like this?”

“What is it?” Nanami asked from behind me. 

I’d been so focused, I hadn’t noticed him and Yuuji approach me. Nanami stood behind my right shoulder while Yuuji stood to my side, slightly in front of me.

“I - I don’t know,” I answered, concern and confusion in my voice. “Its soul, I think, but it’s all wrong, discolored and misshapen.”

“It’s not a curse, is it?” Nanami asked, his tone cold and even. Either he was very good at masking his emotions, or he’d already realized what was going on.

“No,” I responded flatly. 

“What?” Yuuji blurted out, shock and concern in his voice. “What do you mean it’s not a curse?”

“They’re human.” My lips flattened and jaw tensed as I looked up at him. “Well, they were before they were cursed.”

“What are you talking about?” Yuuji glanced between Nanami and I, hope we were wrong or lying in his gaze. “Did we just-”

“They were already dead,” I cut Yuuji off before he could spiral into guilt. With a soft sigh, I gazed at him apologetically and shifted so I held the transfigured soul in one hand. 

“Human souls look like this,” I explained while summoning an illusion of a human soul in my free hand. It was a perfect sphere roughly the size of a softball with moving swirls of white and black. It wasn’t perfect, no illusion was, but souls were complicated. Each person’s was different, the ratio of light to dark and the way the two mixed never the same.

“Curses like this,” I continued, changing the color of the orb in my hand until the white was completely overtaken with darkness. After a few seconds, I dropped the illusion and cradled the grey mess in my hands. “But this …”

“Is all kinds of fucked up,” Yuuji offered.

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

Finally crushing the soul, I released it from its pain and hopefully granted the person peace, but I doubted they would find the afterlife. Humans were found by Charon and judged by Hades based on the quality of their souls. These transfigured humans were most likely condemned to eternal nothingness. 

Nanami called another sorcerer to take the transfigured humans’ corpses to Shoko then escorted Yuuji and I home. The walk back to the safe house was quiet, for once. Nanami didn’t try to force conversation. He respected mine and Yuuji’s silence while we processed what happened.

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[ao3feed-itafushi]

Cracks can be mended (even on a soul)

by Banshee_and_Kelpie 'Oh, that’s right. At the end of the day, these two are both curses.' Yuji could feel something snap and crack within himself. ~•~ When Sukuna awoke he could tell something had changed. Nothing too drastic, but a change nonetheless. The King of Curses made a decision he hopefully won't regret. "Just don’t end up dying yourself in the process. Just as I would’ve died today if you hadn’t been there, you’ll see there are plenty of people yet to come that need you, too." He'll try to change all of their fates. "Because you’re a jujutsu sorcerer now, Itadori-kun." Sukuna started to form a plan in his mind. ~•~ Sukuna gains canon memories after Junpei dies and saves all of our favorite characters because he became a big softie. Yuji also may remember a thing here and there and is trying to keep it all together :) Or, I'm fixing canon because Gege feeds of off our tears. Shibuya is gonna go crazy and our faves will be saved. Pinky promise ^^ Words: 1938, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻��� | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Itadori Yuuji, Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Nanami Kento, Chousou (Jujutsu Kaisen), Okkotsu Yuuta Relationships: Itadori Yuuji & Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru & Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Itadori Yuuji & Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi & Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Itadori Yuuji & Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji & Nanami Kento, Chousou & Itadori Yuuji, Gojo Satoru & Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo Satoru & Itadori Yuuji & Kugisaki Nobara, Itadori Yuuji & Okkotsu Yuuta Additional Tags: Good Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Soft Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Soft Fushiguro Megumi, Protective Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Time Travel Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Itadori Yuuji is Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna's Vessel, Parental Gojo Satoru, Parental Nanami Kento, Parental Getou Suguru, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Shibuya Incident Arc (Jujutsu Kaisen), Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, No Smut, Good Sibling Chousou (Jujutsu Kaisen), Background Relationships, Minor Chousou/Tsukumo Yuki, Minor Okkotsu Yuuta/Zenin Maki, Background Character Death, Nanami Kento Lives from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/8oYEMNB

[pinkmirth]

ty for the tag, rei! <3

moni + eren !

the rest under the cut :)

moni + jeanbo !

moni + connie !

moni + reiner !

tagging: @seraphdreams @izukine @jenijae @wxstoria @glittrkink @celestidarling @besotted-eros @ohstunnah @hoetachi @peachy-momos @suyasgf @fierydiamond @voidtora @drizzydraken @iridesent-folly @ilyuujii @jeanslove @ryukatters @mistyyyy + anybody else who’d like to join! (no pressure!)

Selfship tag game

i thought it would be fun to start a game where we all show off our selfships!! put however many photos you want from (manga panel, hentai panel, pintrest photo) that you think represents you and your faves aesthetic!! <3

Eren n poppy

Denji and poppy

Suna and poppy

Izuku and poppy

Oikawa and poppy

Tagging: @arlerted @cyancherub @kiyoobi @belavender @natsuonii @liashideout @alert-arlert @rekiri n anyone else who wants to join!

[elysianslove]

hi💗 i saw that you opened up your requests to jujutsu kaisen and i was wondering if i could request something,,reader is dating our favorite bandaged shaman sensei and they are both teachers at the school. and a little scenario when they invite the 3 first years over to their house for Christmas or winter holidays,,since they all have complicated family situations and the reader notices this and tells satoru they should do something,,so a cute little mom and dad moment 🥺 thank you

hi anon!!! this request was so, so cute i hope i did it justice hehe, and i hope you enjoy <3

━━ satoru gojō feels like home. in every sense of the word, he feels like home. he smells like it too, but that’s possibly because you’ve lived with him for much too long, and been with him for even longer. he’s your safe haven, your safety net, a constant, grounding presence in your life. you think that, maybe, you’ve always loved him, before the confessions, before the friendship, in another lifetime even. if you’re willing to believe in curses, you can believe in blessings too, right?

that said, anywhere with him is home too. you could be stranded in the middle of nowhere and still sleep just as well as you would’ve in your own bed, so long as his arms are around you. the too busy streets of tokyo somehow lessen in their overwhelmingness once his hand fits against yours, once his thumb is lightly brushing against the back of your hand. the quiet, eerie atmosphere of a random motel the two of you had no choice but to stay suddenly feels lavish and luxurious as soon as his lips find yours, and immediately the dim, sombre light of the room only illuminates him more.

it had never mattered what your life had been before meeting him, before loving him. all the pain and hardship and suffering was completely erased from memory, as if the first glance from him was an offer of a blank slate, a new beginning. of course, every relationship has it’s unstable moments, and with laughter come tears, with excitement comes dullness, quiet, and with sunny days come cloudy, rainy ones. it’s inevitable, but you two are strong pillars of it. the pain and suffering comes crawling back to you, but you brush it off, reminding yourself that this is your home now. he is your home now.

and every moment with him matters. especially holidays.

although neither of you properly celebrate christmas, the festive atmosphere still exists within the four walls you two share. small marshmallows sway in an ocean of hot chocolate in a mug, flames dancing proudly in a fireplace before you, a knitted blanket offering you both warmth and comfort, snow piling on your windowsill. the winter holidays are mostly spent like this with gojō. there’s just something about the cold that drives the both of you to utter laziness, and it’s not unlike you to easily welcome any source of physical affection from your lover.

it’s the night before the last teaching day, before you’re sending off your students to their homes for the holiday. the room is dark, save for the light from a lamp to gojō’s right, and the light that comes from the tv playing in front of you. it’s some movie that you’re not entirely focused on as your cheek rests against his chest, his arm slung around you. despite the fact that you’re as tired as ever, your mind is alive with endless thoughts, and gojō seems to notice when he lifts a hand up to poke at your temple.

“what’s going on up there?” he asks, shifting slightly to sit you up straighter. he disregards the phone in his hand, placing it next to lamp, before turning to face you properly.

“gojō,” you start, your voice smaller than usual. this doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and he nods encouragingly. “where’s itadori going for the holidays?”

it’s quiet for a moment, and you watch his expressions carefully. he looks thoughtful, slightly bothered. “i—“ he begins, his voice wavering slightly as he admits, “i didn’t consider that at all.”

you hum sadly. “he has no family, right?”

gojō shakes his head in response, adding, “none.” the silence stretches out between the two of you, the background noise of the tv a filler, not disrupting, but balancing. “all three of the first years have familial issues, now that i — now that i think about it.”

“do you think they can stay here?” you suggest, without a second of doubt. you don’t entirely regret it, but you wince slightly at the look of his face. you’re ready to drop the subject if the matter is too uncomfortable for him, but you know your lover too well, well enough to know he’ll agree to it just as eagerly as you’d suggested it.

“that’s a great idea,” he confirms for you, and the careful expression you had morphs into glee. you beam up at him, before leaping into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as you embrace him tightly. one arm weaves around your waist, with the other travels up, leaving his hand cupping the back of your head as he holds you to him. “you’re too good for this world, my love,” he tells you, whispering his confession in your ear. you only push back with a smile, and plant a heavy kiss to his lips.

you announce the decision to the first years right after the teaching day ends, while alongside gojō. he’s standing comfortably, hands pressed into his pockets, an easy smile on his face as he surveys both you and the students before you. they’re standing with careful, solemn looks on their faces, as if they’re about to be sent off on a serious, life endangering mission.

“what is this about?” nobara wonders, her eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion.

you only smile widely back at her, before softly saying, “gojō and i are inviting the three of you to stay at our home. for the holidays.”

nobara’s eyes soften slightly at the words, while megumi’s face remains impassive. yuuji, however, has his eyes wide and jaw slack, clearly the only one capable of speaking because he yells out a rather aggressively shocked, “what!”

“is this —“ megumi starts, breaking off and interrupting himself to swallow thickly. “are you being serious?”

you nod eagerly. “i want you three to feel safe and to enjoy the holidays too! only if you’re comfortable with that, of course, but our home is your home,” you address them.

gojō hums playfully from next to you, adding, “every night is hot chocolate night.”

yuuji and nobara are automatically sold, to the exaggerated point of throwing their arms around you, collectively suffocating you in their embrace. megumi still looks wary of the idea, and you notice this easily. offering him a soft smile, you reinstate softly, “i just want you to feel safe.”

he smiles.

“you have a really nice home, sensei,” megumi comments as he surveys the living room. you’re not sure which of you he’s addressing, or if he’s addressing the both of you, but either way your heart softens at the awe in his eyes. you’re curled up next to gojō comfortably, the three first years surrounding the two of you, and there’s an array of food options before you.

for the first day, you’d eaten dinner out in a restaurant, but it’s way past nighttime now, the stars visibly shimmering in the sky, the moon lost within a blanket of them and the clouds. the snow falling isn’t heavy enough to have your world disappear in white, not yet at least, but it’s slowly and surely piling up.

“hot, hot, hot—“ yuuji whines, sticking his tongue out and fanning it as he places his mug down. you huff out a laugh at him, watching as nobara pinches at his arm and scolds him for ‘being stupid.’

you lean more comfortably into gojō, admiring the scenery before you. he shifts, leaning his lips nearer to your ear as he whispers, “i’m glad we did this for them.”

you nod in agreement. “me too,” you say.

“you know what it makes me realize?” gojō starts. you hum, urging him to continue. “how good of a person you are, how lucky i am —“ your smile widens at his words, cheeks aching as they start to flush. “— how good of a parent you’ll be one day.”

you freeze. “parent?”

gojō only smiles when you move back to observe his face. although his smile is teasing, his eyes are serious. he’s serious. “one day?”

you try to imagine it. your own family, with him, raising your children with him, sharing hot chocolate with them, watching as they bicker with each other. spending eternity with him. the image and fantasy comes so easy to you, it’s dizzying. gently, you fall back into his arms, curling up against him as you whisper, “one day.”

[hyunverse]

new year’s kiss | itadori yuuji 

✧  gender neutral.

✧  tags: fluff, mutual pining, best friends to lovers.

✧ note: hello! happy new years. i wrote this as a birthday gift for @itad9ri​ . mwah happy birthday bitch <3

Maki couldn’t stand it anymore. You’re both too naive; way too slow for her patience. She had to take matters into her own hands. 

Fire only added to her fuel when the other second years nodded at her suggestion, Inumaki saying an encouraging “salmon, salmon”.

Confetti and party banners surrounded the Jujutsu Tech Hall, loud music being played through the speakers. Gojo was (unfortunately for Megumi) the New Year Event’s DJ. As expected, the man blasted Nicki Minaj songs, much to Megumi’s dislike. Everybody else enjoyed it though, it felt nice to wind down after a whole year full of events.

The four-eyed girl watched as you and Itadori talked at the buffet, the lack of skin contact boiling Maki’s blood. Sure, it’s absolutely disgusting to watch love birds flirt but to Maki, watching two people pining for each other like lovesick idiots, unaware of the other’s feelings is more annoying. She didn’t like the way you’d sometimes complain about the way Itadori was oblivious to your feelings, not knowing that you weren’t any better either.

“So clueless, those two”, Panda commented, taking a sip from the cocktail. Inumaki nodded enthusiastically. “Salmon!”

You were talking to Itadori, per usual. Nothing felt weird between him and you. He was telling you all about a movie he just watched with Megumi, arms flailing around as he talked happily. Being best friends, it’s a norm for the curse vessel to spend a lot of time with you. You were Itadori Yuuji’s comfort person, and everybody knew that. 

How could anyone not be aware of that fact when you’re the person Itadori would run to when he’s troubled? Don’t think nobody would notice how you’d sneak into your best friend’s room at 4 am in the morning when you couldn’t sleep.

“The main character’s really fun-”, Itadori was cut off by a loud chime. 

12:00 am. 

His gaze went from the grandfather clock at the corner of the hall towards yours. If you weren’t so clueless, you would’ve seen the happiness in his eyes when he looked at your face. Something Nobara tried multiple times to tell you.

“Cool! Y/N, it’s a new year!”, he smiled happily. 

You nodded, holding up your glass to his face. Yuuji clinked your glasses together. He put the glass down before pulling you into his embrace. Fresh laundry; he smelled like fresh laundry. You loved it.

“So when will one of you confess?”, Maki interrupted. 

The teenage boy pulled away and looked at Maki with a confused look, a contrast to your flustered cheeks. She shrugged. 

“It’s painfully obvious”, she said in a knowingly way. If you could, you would’ve strangled her right on the spot.

Risking your friendship wasn’t something you were willing to do. You loved Yuuji with all your heart, that was a given. You’d risk anything for Yuuji but your friendship? No.

“What do you m-”, Yuuji’s face dropped when he realized. He looked at you, a shocked expression on his face.

“Do y-”

“Yeah”, you cut him off. Rubbing the back of your head, you shrugged. 

Your heart burned, scared of what he’d say.

You were expecting a lot of things; for him to apologize and try to not make things awkward. You imagined the potential scenario so vividly in your head.

What you didn’t expect was for him to cheer happily, his smile so wide, it was blinding. There was a tint of red on his cheeks.

Gently, he held your face in his warm hands, ghosting his lips over your face. A soft kiss was pressed on your cheek, his lips soft as cotton against your skin. The warmth he was emitting and the heat in the room caused your whole body to burn up.

A kiss on the cheek was enough to convey his feelings for you, Yuuji thought. 

“Next year I’ll end the year by kissing you on the lips, okay?”

[miioouu]

Birthday Girl...

So what if I want a suna x reader x terushima for my birthday? I’m gonna write it myself and no one can stop me ok? Ok! Also, I know some people don’t like the whole stoner idea, but…I’m not one of these people so… anyway! Happy (late) birthday to me!

Warning: smut, threesome, anal, mention of alcohol and weed…

When your friends said they were throwing you a party for your birthday, you thought of a small one, just between your closest peers. But obviously, it’s not the case. The house filled to the brim with people, you’re barely able to breathe, faces you’ve never seen before, you can only assume they’re here for the free alcohol and drugs, and you can’t blame them. Music that was definitely not your preferred genre blasting through the speakers, but right now, with all the booze flowing through your blood, drowning you out, you couldn’t care. It’s not always you get to be the center of attention, and honestly you always avoided it, but it’s a special occasion and how mean of you would it be if you didn’t enjoy your friends’ effort and kindness to the fullest?

That’s what you’re telling yourself, when halfway through the night you found yourself grinding against a much taller man; one of your hand in his fake blond hair, the other holding a red solo cup. His, were on your waist, pulling you oh so close you could feel everything. His breath smelled like a mix of alcohol and smoke, his hands large and hot caressing your skin leaving you burning, his eyes, golden brown had you drowning in their artificial sweetness, but all of that didn’t compare to the way his knee was between your legs. Your clothed cunt pressed on his muscular thigh, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing on your clit had shivers running through your body. You were so close to losing your mind, so close to falling into insanity, if it weren’t for a foreign voice breaking the two bodies apart. “Hey Terushima, having fun with the birthday girl?” He sounded teasing, his words slurring together; you had to concentrate hard enough to understand. The man glued to your side, Terushima you learned, rolled his eyes, mischievous glint in them, taking the joint from the dark-haired boy’s grip, taking a hit and blowing it to your face, laughing as you glared at, but other than that he ignored you, too interested in answering the other male. “Mhm, man, Suna… you should join! What do you think special girl?” Locking eyes with him, red and hazy, though you can tell he’s checking you. Tongue wetting his lips, taking a step closer to you and breath hitting your face making you rub yourself on the leg still between yours. His voice low and smooth as he growled in your ear “I think that will be a fun present, don’t you think?” Without second thought, you nodded your head, it’s all they needed to go for it.

Walking over each other, hands roaming on each other’s bodies, how you made it to a room without tripping was beyond you. Though that didn’t matter right now. The teeth sinking into the tender skin of your neck, cold metal swiping over it contrasting perfectly against the heat radiating from your body. Nimble hands on your sides, brushes of the tips making you shiver in need as he took off your shirt. So lost between the two of them you couldn’t help but moan, quiet yet passionate eliciting something in them that you were just about to discover. Suna detached himself from you, taking off the rest of your clothes, both whistling as they saw the string of arousal stretching from your heat to your panties as they were sliding down your legs. He then threw Yuuji a look that you couldn’t quite decipher, all you knew is that it got your knees weak in lust. Pushing you back till you were sitting on the edge of the mattress, giving you a kiss and blowing smoke filling your lungs, before backing away slightly, moving his hips to the feint rhythm of the music as he started taking off his own clothes. Giggling a bit, though you followed his every move, drooling as he exposed his abs to your eyes, filling you with the need to glide your fingers against him, but before you get up, Terushima pinned you to place, before joining Suna in his lap dance. Humming along, showing you his pearly whites in a smile as he shimmied down his skin tight jeans, tripping a few times, laughing with you whenever he did so and sending Rintaro a sly smirk when he facepalmed at him. The way their bodies moved and twisted, so gracefully to the beat and slowly making their way to you, had you unconsciously rubbing your thighs together, pussy drooling at just the sight of them. Standing tall and proud, just waiting to be buried inside your holes and the idea of it has you moaning in impatience. Rin was the one to lift you up, sitting down only to drop you in his lap. Your back pressed tightly against his chest, feeling ever ragged breath he took, hearing each and every little groan that let his lips. His hands parting your legs, holding the steady as he watched Terushima kneel before him, his piercing shining under the low light at his tongue poked out, licking a strip between your folds, making sure to pay extra attention to your bundle of nerves. His eyes on your face, watching, observing each of your expressions, the furrow of your brows, your teeth digging into your lower lip, trying to keep the moans at bay but failing miserably as they got louder and louder whenever he sucked on that special pearl. Your body squirming and jumping, grinding and pushing back against Suna’s dick, driving you closer to the edge whenever you felt it twitch. His mouth leaving hues of blues and red on you neck and collar bones, his free hand twisting your nipples, pinching and pulling at them. It was the combination of Terushima’s skillful tongue and Rin’s praises that pushed you over the edge, off of the cliff and drowning in pleasure. Reaching your high, your juices dripping from Yuuji’s face, pooling on Suna’s thighs, and as mind crashing as your orgasm was, you wanted more.

It’s like they could tell. From the grin on their faces, the glint in their eyes, their whole aura had your heart beating faster and heat rushing to your core, again. Pulling you up, the blond’s fingers sending shivers down your spine as they brushed against your skin, placing below your ass to lift you up. So gentle, so uncharacteristically from him, it got your heart squeezing in a foreign feeling. His lips on your neck, peppering kisses and bites. His cock twitching against you, making you moan and whine for more pleasure, and you almost forgot that you weren’t alone when you heard the other man chuckle. Before you could even look at him, the sound of spitting resonated through the room, his dick glistening as he pumped it, spreading his pre all over it before he got up and made his way over. “Such a pretty girl… Tell us, you want to have both of your holes stuffed? Wanna have them both dripping our cum. That would be an amazing sight, what do you think Yuuji?” You couldn’t help but whine, begging them to give you more. His words alone had you clenching around nothing, grinding down and trying to shove the pierced cock inside you, but he squeezed you tighter, preventing you from moving. “Don’t worry baby, you’ll get what you want eventually, just be patient!” With that being said, you felt a finger pushing against the tight walls of your asshole. Slowly making its way deeper into you making you throw your head back and let out a cry in both pain and pleasure, and even more when the high boy inserted another one, scissoring them inside you to stretch you open. The ache slowly became extasy, you soon began to beg for more and more, your walls fluttering around nothing, and the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes was all it took for Terushima to lower you on his dick. Sinking so deeply inside you, he couldn’t care when you told him to slow down, too eager to be balls deep in you. Your nails digging in his shoulders, creating blood crescent you bet he’ll be flaunting around the next day. The fingers in your back hole coming to a stop and withdrawing, Rintaro couldn’t help the deep breath he took, the shiver flowing all through his body while seeing your empty hole clenching. His hands on your hips, holding you still for a moment while he started pushing his length in. inch by inch, the pain was becoming too much, your tears rolling down your cheeks, an agglomeration of both their names leaving your lips in a discomfort whine. They both slowed for a bit, giving you time to adjust; the shorter of the two dipping down and pressing his lips to yours, cold metal swiping across your lower lip, granting him access and letting him discover and explore each and every corner of your wet cavern. The other one, the man behind you, looped his arm around you, slipping it between your and the blond’s bodies, travelling south, between your folds and finding your clit. Pressing on it, circling it languidly as way to distract you; and it worked. Your moans getting louder, your body squirming and moving like it had a mind of its own, asking the males to just get on with it. And how could they refuse you; you are the birthday girl after all! Picking up the pace, both of them thrusting into you, rearranging your insides. Still sensitive from you last orgasm, you couldn’t help your walls fluttering around them, tightening around them. So lost in the pleasure, you mind going blank, incoherent string of words leaving your lips and echoing through the room, thank god for the loud music outside or it would’ve been so embarrassing. Mixed to that was their groans and heavy breath, the sound of skin clapping adding to the symphony. And you can’t help it, none of you could. When the knot inside you broke, your eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out, your head thrown back and your nails clawing, you reached your high, probably the most intense you’ve ever had. And soon after, Yuuji came, painting your insides white with praises falling from his lips like a mantra “You���re so good baby, gosh you’re so fucking tight… gosh you got

me going crazy” His words had you whimpering, eyes fluttering you could barely look at him. And Suna didn’t too long, with a moan of your name he reached climax, pulling out to see his seed spilling out of you. “You naughty girl, you liked having both of your holes destroyed? Don’t worry, the night’s not over….. Enjoy your birthday babe”

[mayaree-darling]

For some reason i can see sukuna laughing his ass off if his fav sorcerer be having a conversation with a special grade like. Curse: "Why you not catching these hands?!!!" And s/o goes like: "you not throwing them right!" Altho he might never see them as his equal, im sure immortals can appreciate mortals with a specific sass.

Gonna take this chance to empty out my inbox and I put off answering you long enough. So I'm sorry for making you wait and I hope this headcanon post makes up for it haha Also, yOU AINT THROWING THEM RIGHT SKSKSKSKS

Sukuna and a Sassy Reader (Crack Headcanons)

Warning: Swearing

definitely agree that this guy has the greatest time when he hears your little quips

like come on man

bro has an immortal life and he’s seen some shit but 90% of the time it’s probably mostly boring

a sassy little sorcerer who has the time to be sarcastic in the middle of a battle is definitely on his list of Things That Are Amusing (tm)

may not like it when you do it to him but everyone else is fair game 

like if you were there when he incarnated 

“Where are the women and children?” 

“Wherever you’re not, asshole”

“???”

do you regret your smart mouth

of course you do 

but it’s always too late when you think that

you live, thankfully enough, or else we wouldn’t have a scenario

he slowly gets used to it while he’s shotgunning for yuuji

like he realizes you just forget you have the ability to shut up at times

and it carries over to battle sometimes

a lot of times

always

“Ey, Mt. Fuji Wannabe. Maybe if you were as tall as your name sake, you’d actually land a blow on me. But guess life ain’t always fair like that. Can you even reach my shoulders? Need a stepping stool?”

“I’M GOING TO BURN YOU TO A CRISP, BRAT!”

“Ooohh be careful not to pull a muscle, old man.”

you really should shut up

but who’s gonna tell you that when you get the job done regardless?

and if you have the time to make quick retorts to things, then that means you’re still okay 

not to mention, it’s always comedy gold for Sukuna when you’re around

like he just sits up in attention on top of his throne when you’re in the general vicinity

legit the whole “oh this gonna be good” vibes

watches you like a damn sitcom

he’d be eating popcorn or something if he could

doesn’t even matter if you’re in a fight or not, that’s just an added bonus

“How you doing?”

(Yuuji) “Uh, good I think? My fingers are broken, though.”

“Better your fingers than your face. That would’ve been a waste.”

Sukuna’s not sure if that was a compliment for him, too

since it’s his body too and the same face doesn’t that mean

nevermind

bet he does that thing where you’re watching some shitty soap opera or something and you agree with whatever the character does like you’re with them watching the drama unfold

COMMENTARY I FORGOT YOU CALL IT COMMENTARY

“Why aren’t my attacks hitting you? What have you done to me?”

“How ‘bout you actually try harder? I can’t only be the only one making an effort to make this fight interesting.”

Sukuna, popping open a cold one with his buffalo skulls: “Yeah, fucking tell ‘em, (Y/N). It’s been ten whole minutes and all he’s done is knock out the brat and throw five punches.”

anyways, its always a grand time when you open your mouth and talk shit

Sukuna’s definitely having a grand time

＝＝✿＝＝｜✧••❀••✧｜＝＝✿＝＝

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[duckiemimi]

trying to wrap my head around WHY gojo had to die but all i can think of is how the story literally came to a standstill when he was in the prison realm. how they all fought to get him out of the box bc he's the strongest, he's gojo satoru, he's their savior.

and then gege just threw in a 2 month time skip, a bland shonen fight scene (i stand by it being bland! throwing in fancy techniques =/= a strong fight scene. this fight was poor executed in that it lacked meaning on both sides. maybe if we saw megumi tear up or gojo react in some way to his students and megumi...) just to kill him off at the end.

what i don't get is why he had to come out of the box for that? the main characters developed really well when he was in the box, to the point where i thought we were going to get an all out fight with yuji, yuuta, maki, AND gojo against sukuna; this would've been a cool full circle moment with gojo's goal being accomplished before he died. then, he would've died knowing that he isn't the sole strongest.

(that's the kind of meaning geto was looking for too, i think)

but the way it's being done now, it feels like we're just gearing up for another gojo level up? (also who is kashimo i'm all for jjk's power system but WHEN will we get to see nobara's tomonari and yuuji's new cursed technique and even yuuta and his absolutely op copycat technique again???)

idk it feels like we're erasing the entire culling games arc and all the progress we made during it just to get to where we are now... gege please explain what are we thinking...

like? they spent multiple arcs trying to save him, thinking he’d be their savior, and it didn’t pay off at all 😭 there are effective ways to build up a tragic character storyline and a “you’re best is never enough” theme! this isn’t it! had the wait been shorter, and had we been given a couple panels of gojo and his thoughts in the prison realm, then maybe it would’ve worked, probably loosely. but even then, this is an event-based plot driven story that keeps moving forward and the trajectory gege set in the beginning doesn’t line up with where we’re at now. sure, the existential nature vs. nurture theme is still there (gege really wedged in that “are u strong, or strong are u?” question to salvage some consistency), but the development of everything we’ve watched bloom is thrown away for…what? a quintessential shounen fight to live up to other shounens? a “PEAK” battle that’s rushed?? gege used to be so good at drawing circles closed, but it’s been confusing loops these days.

(oh, and i viscerally feel you. many people praise the technicalities and powerscaling of this arc, but just like the recent writing, gege’s power system isn’t consistent. and even if it was completely consistent per character and per CT and understandable as a whole, fight scenes without “meat” to them lack story! i wanted see more characterization! i wanted to see that the battle went deeper than surface-level! fifteen chapters of cyclical back-and-forths with barely anything else to pay attention to is boring…if gege wanted to keep every reader engaged, he should’ve added sukuna’s characterization during his fight with gojo. and if he really wanted to land that tragic character storyline for gojo, he should’ve added more scenes of gojo’s introspection and inner-conflict, or at least a thought process we could follow. as it is now, ending him like that betrays the trajectory for growth gege set for him in the beginning.)

[ggclarissa]

stood up | itadori yuuji

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

pairing: itadori yuuji x fem!reader

warnings: profanity

summary: when you’re stood up by your date, a cute boy by the name of itadori yuuji comes to your rescue.

author’s note: this oneshot is kind of short, but it’s my first time writing for any of the jujutsu kaisen characters. take it easy on me, y’all.

“do you want to order yet, sweetie?” the waitress asked with her notepad and pen at the ready. she had asked you that same question three times within the past hour.

you considered it before you shook your head. “he’s coming,” you insisted firmly. although, it sounded like you were trying to reassure yourself more than her.

the waitress nodded sympathetically and grabbed your glass of (f/d) to refill it. “thank you,” you said, flashing her a small smile as she strolled away.

your smile fell as soon as she was gone. what am i doing here? you thought, sighing as you slumped over the table. you pulled your phone out of your purse to check the time. your boyfriend was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago, but he was late. it was clear that you’d been stood up, and the other customers were starting to notice.

some found your situation amusing as they chuckled to themselves. others pitied you, but their sympathetic stares were only making you feel embarrassed. to make matters worse, a group of not-so-nice girls from your school realized what was happening, and one of them pulled out their phone to document your humiliation.

the small bell above the door jingled, indicating the arrival of another customer. great, you thought sarcastically. another witness of my humiliation.

deciding that you had enough, you unlocked your phone to let your mother know that you were heading home. but before you could send the message, someone slid into the seat across from you.

“sorry i’m late, babe!”

startled, you jumped and glanced up. a cute boy with pinkish hair and kind brown eyes sat across from you, staring at you expectedly.

“i would’ve texted you, but i didn’t have signal.” he leaned over the table, whispering to you, “just go with it.”

“oh, uh, it’s okay!” you forced a smile. “i managed.”

“you must be starving,” he said. “you really didn’t have to wait for me.”

you were about to burst into tears. this rescue meant so much to you.

when the waitress returned with your beverage, she was shocked to see that you weren’t alone. “o-oh! would you two like to order?” she questioned, fumbling to retrieve her notepad and pen.

the unnamed boy picked up the menu from the table and quickly flipped through it. “i’ll have the pork cutlet bowl,” he ordered.

“me too,” you added.

the waitress nodded, jotting down your orders onto her notepad. “coming right up.”

with that, she left to the kitchen. now that the other patrons were no longer watching you, the unnamed boy felt as though he could speak freely.

“so, uh, i’m itadori yuuji,” he introduced himself. “what’s your name?”

“(l/n) (y/n),” you said, letting out a sigh of relief. “thank you so much for doing this. i know you don’t know me, so i really appreciate it.”

yuuji smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “oh, it’s nothing,” he reassured you. he was most definitely not pressured by kugisaki and fushiguro to save you after he called you pretty. nope, definitely not.

speaking of friends…

he glanced over at a nearby booth, where his friends had seated themselves. kugisaki hid behind her menu, discreetly eavesdropping on the conversation. she urged fushiguro to do the same, but he wasn’t nearly as invested in the conversation as she was.

kugisaki caught yuuji’s eye, and she mouthed to him, “talk to her!”

yuuji nodded, swallowing nervously. he could exorcise curses and even allowed one to reside in his body, but the thought of speaking to you—a girl prettier than jennifer lawrence—caused his hands to become clammy and his heart to race.

he had approached you so confidently, but he honestly didn’t think he’d make it this far.

“so, uh, who were you supposed to be meeting up with tonight?” he asked, turning to face you.

“ugh, my boyfriend,” you started, rolling your eyes. yuuji felt his heart drop. great, you were already taken. “he’s been really busy lately, so i haven’t see him in a while. i’ve been thinking about breaking up with him, but i guess he already made that decision.”

“your boyfriend sounds like an asshole,” yuuji blurted out. his eyes widened at his own choice of words, and he was quick to amend himself. “n-no offense! standing up your girlfriend is just a really shitty thing to do.”

“none taken.” you laughed at his panicked tone. “besides, being stood up wasn’t all that bad. i got to meet you.”

yuuji’s face flushed at your words, and he smiled bashfully. “since it looks like your boyfriend—”

“ex-boyfriend,” you corrected, and his smile only widened.

“since it looks like your ex-boyfriend isn’t showing up, do you wanna continue this date?”

you smiled, feeling your heart beat just slightly faster. “i thought you’d never ask.”

kugisaki gasped excitedly upon hearing your words. she turned to fushiguro. “did you hear that, fushiguro? i think itadori just got the girl!”

“that’s great and all, but...” fushiguro snatched the menu from her hands. “can we order now? i’m starving.”

[kenthoescore]

Along The Subway

Word Count : 905

Itadori Yuuji × f!reader ft. Gojo Satoru

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The day was long, you couldn’t help but long for the soft warm bed waiting for you in your dorm room. Seriously? Sending you on a special grade mission, two days in a row? Ridiculous.

You earned a few cuts and bruises throughout the mission, luckily, you didn’t earn some serious wounds like last time. You couldn’t help but flinch at the thought of your state last time, you could barely walk, because one of the curses broke your ankle and delivered a hard blow on the side of your head which nearly knocked you into unconsciousness. Nevertheless, your body still felt sore and worn out.

Adding to the physical pain you were experiencing, you had to take the train to get back. Groaning silently as you sat your ass on the cold hard metal seat, spacing out for a moment before pulling your phone out a moment to call your boyfriend, Itadori.

Your phone was cracked and on 2%.

“Damn it.” You cursed silently, and put your phone back in your pocket. Convincing yourself that Itadori, was sleeping at this ungodly hour, snoring his worries away.

Leaning your head back and sliding your ass down the seat, stretching your sore legs and raising your arms to stretch them out. You didn’t care less since it was only you, and no one else. The subway was long shut off, however Gojo seemed to have paid the subway to get this train moving just for you.

He did owe you this one since he made fun of you the last mission you were with him, and Itadori. You can’t help but sigh. It has been days since Itadori came back home from a mission, together with Nobara and Megumi.

“Yuuji-kun!” Gojo sang loudly, through the empty subway. Carrying Itadori’s girlfriend on his arms, bridal style, on the opening of the train. It seemed like she didn’t even feel her being carried and snored through it all.

Itadori’s face was dumbfounded while staring at your face. A cut on your lip and on your left eyebrow was prominent, his heart ached, wishing that he was with you during the mission, so that you wouldn’t have gotten hurt that much.

Snapping out of his daze, he screamed at his sensei.

“Why’d you have to carry her?! You could’ve called me instead!” He insisted, glancing over your sleeping face. “Cutie.” He cooed, and squished your face. He watched as your brows furrow from the sudden touch.

You fell asleep on the train.

His brows furrowed too when he noticed a pastel-colored box with a mochi logo in front, resting on your belly.

“She brought those?” Excitement leaked on his voice just from those three words.

“I bought those, the old lady said it was the best-selling flavors. The boy behind me almost punched me in the face for overtaking his place in the line, teeheee.” Gojo giggled while swinging you in his arms, you were floating.

Itadori snatched the box, and opened it tossing a few into his mouth while cradling the box like it was a baby.

Gojo was stunned.  

“Oi! I bought that, that’s mine!”  

“Oh really?” He asked in mock innocence.

“Give it back, Yuuji-kun.” Gojo said, calling Yuuji in a singsong voice.

“You put it on her without her permission, and she’s mine, so it’s mine too!”

“Give it back!”  

Itadori started running away from Gojo. Gojo being the crackhead that he is, chased after Itadori, while screaming “give it back!” over and over again.

The noise was too loud that you grumpily woke up to the sound of their screams, and your body shaking along with Gojo’s steps. You would’ve let the unpeaceful awakening from your sleep slip, because the scene made your heart warm and happy.

Only if Gojo didn’t drop you.  

Your ass kissed the ground quite painfully adding soreness to your body.

You glared at the white-haired man with a blindfold.

“You motherfucker!” You screamed and started chasing Gojo in circles, around his car, which you assumed where the two were running to the past few minutes, ‘cause you were well far away from the subway.

You caught a glimpse of Itadori munching on Gojo’s mochi on the roof of his car. He jumped in surprise when your attention was averted to him instead of Gojo, you started lecturing him loudly.

“You could steal Gojo-sensei's food as much as you like, but at least don’t let him chase you while he’s carrying me! You could’ve just carried me instead while I hold the mochi. For fuck’s sake, Yuuji.”

Yuuji chuckled, and jumped down to pick you up, and embrace you in a warm hug. He kissed the top of your head, and inhaled your scent that he missed.

“I’ll keep that in mind next time, sleepyhead.” He laughed, and took a good look at your face adorned with cuts, you still looked beautiful in his eyes. His girl, his future wife, and his source of happiness.

“I love you.” he whispered.

“I love you.” Your cheeks flushed red, as you replied.

He pinched your cheek with both of his hands, enjoying his effect on you.

“Let’s go lovebirds.” Gojo was smirking while looking at the both of you, and stole the box from Itadori’s hand. “Someone’s having a fun night today.” He added in a singsong voice.

You looked him dead in the eye, unamused.

"Shut up."

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This was an idea that randomly flowed through my imagination while listening to Itadori Yuuji Playlist lol

[strangeinternetwasteland]

Silver Touch- Gojo x Fem! Reader

A/N: This was a Soulmate AU I did for a @konoblog-simps server collab. I did collaborate with the beautiful and talented @titanialev for the picture.  This was fun to write and I hope you all enjoy.

Click here for the artist photo

Word Count 2.5K

Another year down and it was a failure. Another year that ended terribly. During the Christmas season, you had heard your older family members ask when you would find your soul mate. Most of your family members that were of age had already found theirs. What was wrong with you? It drove you mad that you had a soulmate at all. Obviously, the words written on your palm gave that away.  Every time you looked at them you always wondered where and when it would happen. Not knowing when you’d see, or touch them made it a lot more unbearable. Yuji, you idiot. For the umpteenth time, you read it. That perfect writing, it drove you crazy. If you had only a countdown to when you’d meet, a place, or any clue honestly it would be helpful.

Soul mate marks were taken very seriously. The soul marks were always wherever your soulmate would first touch you. The mark also contained the first words your soulmate would speak to you and glowed silver. They appeared after birth, some immediately after, as in your case. Some people were born without them and they appeared after their soulmate was born, as was your father’s case. Most people found their soulmates by the time they were 18. You being in your early 20’s hadn’t yet. This embarrassed your mother greatly, and you’re sure your father would probably disown you if you lived at home for much longer.

Your friends, who most found their mates already, would gently push you to date, so you wouldn’t be awkward when it came time to actually meet your mate. While hoping that maybe one of these people would be your soulmates. They really did mean the best for you, but even you know that wouldn’t help. You did enjoy a few people here and there but knowing your soulmate was out there still you lost interest quickly.

With your terrible New Year’s Eve date you had behind you, most people were looking forward to Valentine’s Day.  It was common knowledge that more soulmates were found between the 12th and the 16th of February. You had no hope, you never really did. So when you started noticing more pink, purple, and red decorations and advertisements around town you internally gagged. It made your stomach hurt looking at all the goods sold to soulmates.

Today, though, you have a bit more energy than normal. You dressed for your errands for the day. Deciding on wearing a super thick gray sweater with jeans and a baby blue scarf to bundle against the cold winter, which quite honestly, besides black, was one of your favorite colors it had always been, but you never knew why. It didn’t make sense, but you never questioned it more than that, because when you thought about it more, you knew it was just something about it that you liked. It made you feel happy and peaceful.

After a quick look in the mirror, you grab your purse and walk out the door. All the different shades of purples, pinks, reds, and white assaulted you as you walked by the many stores. Today, you were stopping by the pharmacy to pick up some headache medicine. After walking in and audibly groaning at the terrible displays of cheap displays of love you decided you were going to treat yourself to  (your favorite hot beverage) to help combat the cold.

Just across the street was your favorite place to get (beverage of choice). The people were always very kind and friendly, and if you wanted to be honest, you liked that they knew you by name here. You didn’t always order the same thing every time, but since the events of the past few months left you embittered, you were going to go with your most favorite, and comforting drink. The familiar scent of coffee and tea filled your nose as you inhaled deeply feeling calmer than you were outside. Standing in line for a moment, the sweet blonde barista, Lorelie, greeted you.

“Hello Y/N! How are you doing today? What can I get started for you?” She chirped happily, and that familiar greeting, whether it was her or anyone else working always left you feeling like you belonged here.

“I am doing well, Lorelie, I hope you’ve been doing alright. Can I please get a large (name of a favorite hot beverage)?” You smiled back trying to sound as happy as Lorelie did. You couldn’t help but feel like her warmth was infectious.

“Sure thing! I’ll bring it to you when it’s ready.” Lorelie said automatically. A small gesture that you always appreciated. You looked around the little shop while many were covered with Soulmates ads and gifts, here there was very little mentioned. Frankly, you were happy this place was void of any such nonsense. After a few moments, Lorelie came walking up with your order and a treat. Of course, it was a brownie. She always seemed to give you little moments of happiness. You thank her and start leaving the little shop.

As you walk out, a handsome man with white hair holds the door for you, with a smile.  It usually wouldn’t bother you but he had a mask over his eyes. How did he know where he was going? You were lost in your thoughts and not paying attention to another man who came running behind you. He seemed to not notice you at all. When he crashed into you, he forced you to fall forward right into the man holding the door. You felt your ankle twist forcing your scarf to fall over your face and obstruct your eyesight. You felt your beverage and brownie escape your grasp. You tried to catch yourself but felt your hand hit something fleshy and you held on for life.

Everything had happened so fast. After you decided that sitting down would be better after hurting your ankle. You pulled your scarf just enough to see. You saw the man holding the door with a frightening glare on his face. You weren’t sure if it was at you or the mess of your beverage all over his shirt.

“Oh no!” You said with dread. Looking at this mess you had made and probably could’ve avoided if you were just paying attention, you knew the shirt this man was wearing was expensive and would take a month’s pay just to replace it. The man’s face changed after you spoke. He started taking off his mask to look at you. You felt your face grow warmer and you just wanted to leave. His bright eyes never leave your face.

“Yuuji. You idiot.” He kept looking down at you. Your breath caught in your throat. You froze for a moment. Your mind and heartbeat raced. You were desperately trying to remember where you’d seen those words before. You looked down at your palm and saw the words glow silver. You then looked  back at this man. The look on your face must’ve given everything away.  You looked up and saw the words on his hand glowing as well. When  he finally looked up at the man named Yuuji he stared at him intently .

“Where are your manners?” Your soulmate scolded Yuuji. You started trying to stand up to get out of this situation. You couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that this extremely handsome man was your soulmate.

   “What? I didn’t see her.” Yuuji stated and he didn’t look the least bit concerned for you.

   “Here, let me help you up.” The white-haired man held his hand out to help you up. You nervously took it and pulled yourself up. His hand was warm and was the smile he was giving you.

   “My name is Gojo.” You stood as still as you could even though you felt dizzy. You felt yourself wobbling, the pain in your ankle increasing. Gojo noticed and swept you off your feet carrying you bridal style into the shop you were just leaving. He gently places you in a chair. The look of worry spreading over his face. He left you and went to ask Lorelie for some ice.

After a minute, Gojo returned and checked your ankle for any swelling, bruising, or a broken bone. His touch was soft and relaxing, he gingerly touched your ankle and noticed nothing unusual.

“It doesn’t look broken. I think perhaps you just sprained it.” He spoke softly. “I can bring you to the doctor or hospital if you’d like...Sorry I never did catch your name.”

“Oh, I am sorry, I never did say it. It’s Y/N.” You say sheepishly, noticing the color of your scarf and Gojo’s eyes are the same color. The whole world suddenly becomes a little bit brighter as you’ve come to accept that you’ve found your soulmate.

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   Looking back on the last year of your life you never would’ve expected it to go so smoothly. After meeting Gojo, and the terrible incident caused by Yuuji. You and Gojo spent the day talking and getting to know one another.

After three months, Gojo decided to ask you to move in, and you gladly accepted. The first few weeks were nerve-wracking, but you both seemed to make it work. The way Gojo always seemed to be silly and playful when you didn’t want to be or weren’t in the mood made you fall harder. He would bring you flowers, or little gifts when he came back from work trips, and he would just do anything for you because he missed you.

   After eight months together, he planned a small weekend getaway for the two of you since he had been working a lot. He made sure the entire trip was to your exact liking including drinks, and food. This was when you were sure you loved him, despite being soulmates. The first night there under the starry sky and a small bonfire, he proposed to you. The moment was perfect and you didn’t hesitate to let him know exactly how you felt. When you returned home, you planned your wedding. Gojo had a lot of rules for the wedding, but knowing him he probably only meant one or two of them since  he loved to make you flustered.

   The day of the wedding the sun shone brightly, the sky was the perfect shade of blue, and cloudless. The wind was light, and the temperature was perfect. The aroma of late spring flowers blooming softly mingled with the fresh air. In a few short hours, you were going to marry your soulmate.

   You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts. Your bridesmaids were giggling as they sipped on mimosas, and chatted. You were definitely nervous, and you knew you shouldn’t be. There was a knock at the door signaling the make up artist and hair stylists arrival. Everything was coming together.

The time came for your makeup and hair to be done. You decided on wearing your hair down but softly curled, placed upon your head was a silver vine tiara made with pearls and crystals. Your make up was soft and natural, except for your lipstick, which was a Ruby to match the roses. You stared at yourself for a moment and actually felt like a queen. Your bridesmaid’s were all wearing their makeup understated as well, but all of them had their hair done in a sophisticated bun with a french braid on the side. Each one had a hair pin to match your tiara.

The dress was one that you never imagined would look good on you. It was the first one you tried and just fell in love with. It was an A-line ball gown with a small train. The bodice was a corset with the sleeves that were off the shoulder. It had a lot of lace and the bodice. Though it was a bit heavy, you knew that Gojo would absolutely die in it. The dresses for the bridesmaids were all floor length chiffon dresses that also matched the roses you chose. Seeing yourself in your dress, and the bridesmaids in their dresses you knew that this dream was going to become reality.

A knock on the door jolted you out of your thoughts and frenzied the bridesmaids. As they hush each other, your maid of honor answers the door. She talks quietly to the person on the other side for a brief moment and closes the door.

“Everyone and everything is ready,” She said quietly. You nod to her as you place your veil over your face.” You hold your bouquet of red roses in your hand and inhale deeply. You couldn’t imagine your life at this moment. From meeting your soulmate to being married to him. It all seems to have flown by in the blur of life.

You walked to your holding place. Your bridesmaids all waiting along with the groomsmen and your father. The music began and you felt like you were floating on a cloud. You couldn’t believe the overwhelming urge to cry. The voice inside your head told you that you needn’t cry because the amount of time and makeup used to make you look ‘natural’ was surreal. You took one look at your father, who normally was stoic, and expressionless. Not right now, he had tears streaming down his cheeks, and snot running down to his chin. You smiled at him. Knowing how hard giving away his only daughter would be for you, you patted his arm where yours was linked with his.

The music changed to the song you chose to walk down the aisle to. You took one last deep breath and looked ahead. The door swung open to the outside. You noticed the beautiful archway of flowers draped in the deep red roses you chose for flowers. Something you didn’t plan, and you felt your stomach flutter knowing Gojo was behind it. The walk down the aisle looked like it was going to be forever, but in reality, it was very short.You heard the ooo’s and ah’s of the guests. The quiet whispers of how beautiful you and your dress looked.

You kept your eyes locked on your soulmate. You knew that everyone would be looking at you. As is traditional but you didn’t want to ever forget this moment where you swore you saw tears in your soon to be husband’s eyes. The rest of the ceremony went rather quickly. Gojo’s vows made all the women cry, and your vows to him were sweet. You’d invite everyone to a reception following the ceremony. While the guests were guided to drinks and appetizers before a meal, you, Gojo, and your wedding party were whisked away for photos. As the photographer took pictures, your smiles never faded, the memories would last an eternity, and you couldn’t wait to see what your future held.