#yuji angst

[reignpage]

We Need To Talk

Smau: in which you text them the title and then dip Warnings: angsty?, cursing, mostly crack, not proofread Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki

[justasecretflower]

“Lacy oh Lacy….” JJK men abandon you when their first love comes back 🌸

Cw- angst, reader being replaced :(

Synopsis- the caption above.

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Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Nanami Kento

Toji Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Choso Kamo

Megumi Fushiguro

Yuji itadori

Inumaki toge

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[saikiswiss]

Hey Pretty I hope you doing well, I was wondering if you could do a JJK, one where you find out you the other woman💗 if you can also your smau's are so good I'm literally going feral for them. Keep up the good work💗

🍒-anon

DONT DO THIS TO ME ANON... (love me some of this 🤤😚🍒) BTW I RLLY DONT THINK NANAMI, CHOSO, MEGOONER, YUJI AND INUMAKI WOULD DO THIS 😭😭😭) i played around with inumaki sowwy

THE OTHER WOMAN —⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

syp; youre the other woman {theyre mean}

m.list {jjk mlist soon}

a/n; me and inumaki are twins 😝 guysss my top characters are nanami, todo, ino, ijichi, and masamichi so i was SUFFERINF writing for other men BTW REI IS MADE UP

[kokushibosbestie]

pt.1 here!!

Everywhere Yuji went, he couldn't stop thinking about you. God, your smile was just...so pretty. He was starting to believe you just weren't real. And your laugh was adorable. He made it his goal to make you laugh every time you two hung out and he achieved that goal every single time. The way you purposefully sang horribly when you both sang songs together in his dorm just because he was a horrible singer and you weren't was so cute to him.

Oh.

Oh...

Right.

You two didn't talk anymore.

Because of a slip of his words.

But now you two were in the back of Ijjichi's car, driving to a mission's location. And you had sat on the other side of the vehicle instead of next to him like you usually did. Even that little change hurt his heart.

You leaned on the car window, looking at the grey sky and raindrops falling harshly, just like the day he'd spent crying over you in his dorm. Days like these were either the best or worst days.

Once you arrive at the destination, Ijjichi lets you out of the car and tells you exactly where the curse should be. You silently lead the way while Yuji follows quietly behind you, hating this silence and himself for ever saying anything. The cold air felt like an insult on its own, making everything feel more...crisp and whispy.

He was sure he loved you, even if he'd never been in love before, he knew this was it. But in his head, he believed that he would never be good enough for you. He didn't hate himself for telling you, he hated himself for having these feelings in the first place.

Nonetheless, you both find the curse and very easily exorcize it without saying a word to each other. You didn't know how to feel anymore. Liking Yuji romantically had never been a thing you'd thought about or even wanted. It was always Megumi on your mind. Even if he was kinda a bitch, you still liked him. But for what?

Why couldn't you make up a reason why you couldn't like Yuji?

He was perfect in his design and he had just confessed to you, whether intentionally or not.

So why didn't you like him?

And that was the question both of you'd been asking yourselves silently for the past few days.

The forest area was gloomy with only little rays of dull sunshine forcing themselves through the bushy trees while the rain continued to berate your heads as if mad.

Yuji pulled up his hood as you walked back, though it didn't seem like a way to protect himself from the rain. It looked like he wanted to hide himself from the world. Curl up into a ball and break down again. He never looked so...lifeless before. His eyes were dull and the lack of his usual pretty smile made everything feel so much worse.

There goes that guilt. The way your stomach fills with a sort of emptiness and your throat feels smaller tells you might've not been the only one wanting to break down.

But why did you feel that way?

You wanted to say something, just to ask if he was okay. Of course, you could tell he wasn't, but you still wanted to try. You just couldn't find your voice as the corners of your eyes tingled with emotions you couldn't understand.

And Yuji...poor Yuji. He'd never felt so alone. He talked to Nobara about it and that was the first time she hadn't yelled at him in a conversation in a while.

"I just...want my best friend back. Without the whole feelings thing." "Well, you can't control how you feel. And you don't know how they truly feel either. They decided to shut themselves away from everyone, but they never directly stated what they felt for you or Megumi or anyone else." "But-" "Itadori. You know I'm right." "Yeah, I guess...but how would I even bring that up? I've already ruined whatever we had and made it weird." "No, you didn't. Ask them what they want and if it's really worth all of this sneaking around the problem." "..." "And Itadori, it's not your fault. I might not be an expert, but I know that you're not half-bad as a friend and I'm sure you'd be great to them if you ever got the chance to be more."

Yuji had been thinking about that conversation ever since. Nobara seemed right, and he thought about doing as she'd told him, but he was scared. He didn't know why he was scared. He'd already made a fool of himself, so why not do it a little more?

But then, what was there for you to cry about?

Maybe those unrequited feelings about Megumi.

Or were they really ever about him in the first place...?

- pax <3

Tagging: @moonchhu

[tora-ken]

crooked memory

genre fluff, angst, major character death, mentions of blood

tags gojo satoru x reader, biker!gojo

summary gojo satoru loves you so much.

wc; 1.3k

reblogs would be appreciated, please do not plagiarise my work, or share it on any other social media platform!

you would risk absolutely anything to see your boyfriend — the boyfriend your parents forbade you from dating, the boyfriend everybody told you was a red flag, the boyfriend even you told yourself to not fall for. but god, was satoru gojo irresistable.

the sweetest boy you had ever come to discover in this short life of yours. how the loving words he told you melted off his tongue like honey, how his arms embraced you like a soft blanket, how his eyes were the most alluring sight to fall for. he was dream, and he was yours.

light taps against your window turn your head suddenly, to notice your boyfriend outside your house, looking up at you with another pebble in his hands.

“hi baby!” he cheers, and drops the pebble, beginning to climb his way up to your room as you open your window.

“you’re not supposed to be here, what are you doing?” you walk backwards, letting him into your bedroom.

“i wanted to see you, but your parents won’t let me in.” his smile blinds you, and he closes your window quietly. he takes off his shoes, and crawls into your bed.

“hey, i just changed the sheets, at least wear the sweatpants you left here.” you whine, and open your drawer, taking out his clothes for him to wear.

he smiles at the thought of you having his things, the thought of him being a part of you, everything of him is part of you. he can’t define himself without you. the girl who makes him who he is.

“okay, baby, anything you want.” he gives you a longing kiss, before changing into appropriate clothes.

the two of you curl up in your freshly changed sheets, smelling exactly like you. he lays on your side of the bed, which you allow because you know he loves the smell of your hair on the pillow. you’re facing each other, his hands trailing your face, and yours in his hair, a moment he wishes would never end.

“how’d you get here, i thought your parents weren’t letting you out of the house.” you finally speak.

“i snuck out! i found the keys to my motorbike and just got here.” oh, how this boy would do absolutely anything for you — he was smitten. he would walk naked through a blizzard if it meant getting to you.

you held his entire heart, his entire being belonged to you and you only — and he never forgot to show that. how could he? you consumed his existence, every waking thought of his was devoured by you. a world without you was a world without him.

“what are you gonna do if you get caught?” your eyes widen in panic, excuses of what to say flourish in your mind.

“don’t worry i won’t get caugh-“ the door opens, and satoru sees your parents, seething. he looks on your side of the bed, only to see that you’ve vanished, and reality slaps him in the face.

you’re gone.

“what are you doing here? i thought we told you to never show your face again!” your father lifts the poor boy up by his sweater, the sweater you got him for his birthday, and satoru worries that it’ll tear.

“honey, please let him go, don’t hurt him.” your mother interjects, pulling him away from satoru’s neck, to which he releases a gasp. “you need to leave, sweetheart. you can’t just sneak into our house like this for no reason.” she tries to reassure satoru kindly.

“i came here for y/n.” he feels the tears well up in his eyes, his bottom lip trembles as he tries to conceal the cry for help that’s about to explode on his expression.

“you know damn well she’s not here. and it’s all your fault you fuck-“ your father starts, and your mother places her hand on his chest.

“we know you miss her satoru, we do too. what happened to her was horrible for everyone, but you need to go home, we spoke to your parents, they said you weren’t leaving the house.”

satoru suddenly remembers everything, how he made you sneak out one night with him to go on a motorbike ride, the rides your parents always hated you going on. but you had done it millions of times before then, so you left, helmet in hand.

he remembers everything so clearly, how you begged him to stop going so fast, how it was too scary, and how he laughed and just said to hold on tight. he remembers your arms around his waist, how strong of a grip you had around him — he remembers how cold it was that night, the wind and the rain soaking your outfits. he remembers the oncoming truck and your screams before everything goes dark.

he remembers gaining consciousness shortly after, how your helmet screen is cracked, face bloodied, yet you still tried to reach a hand out towards him. he remembers how you tried to shuffle towards him, and him to you, before you eventually got slower, your arm lowering, and how you laid limp, only a few centimetres before him.

he remembers being in the hospital, waiting for you, asking the doctors, nurses, his family and friends about you, only to get the same answer each time — “she’s resting.” he remembers the day you died, the same day he got discharged from the hospital, and immediately went to visit you.

he remembers hearing the monotonous beep of the machine beside you, and how his world comes crashing down, how he begins to realise it was all his fault. he should’ve never made you sneak out on such a rainy night, he should’ve slowed down when you begged him to, he should’ve just stayed in your room with you that night like he had done before.

he remembers how weeks after your funeral, he got out of bed late at night, and decided to go to your house, your room, and climbing up your house to get into your room, because you had always kept the window open for him. he remembers going into your drawers to get his clothes out, before laying in your bed, muttering to himself, saying your name, calling you baby, all before he had gotten caught by your parents.

“i-i’m sorry, i know it’s my fault, i don’t know what came over me mr and mrs l/n, i’m sorry, i’ll go-“ he breaks out into a violent sob, before getting up and trying to leave through your window, only to be stopped by your father.

“stop.” satoru turns around, with eyes like a puppy. “stay for the night, you can sleep here.” and your father walks off, with your mother following suit, after closing the for satoru, and telling him sweet dreams.

your parents knew how much you loved satoru, how happy he made you, no matter how much of a bad influence he was. they knew how much he brought light to your eyes, how you would rather disappear forever than be in a world without satoru, because he defined you, and a world without him was a world without you. no matter how much your father disapproved of the gojou boy, he knew that satoru was always going to be the one for you, in this life and the next.

satoru sniffles, looking around your room, how cold and empty it felt. even if it was full of memories and photos and posters that represented, the room was shallow, yet so spacious and deep, all because it lacked you. satoru looks at the polaroids of you and your friends taped above your desk, and notices a press dried flower besides it, with a label underneath that wrote “first date with satoru <3”, and satoru breaks all over again. you consumed him, yet you weren’t around, and that was the worst part.

and it’s at this point, satoru absolutely knows for sure, a world without you, is a world without him.

a/n: sorry, kinda bad but i was listening to nomad by clairo on repeat whilst listening to this i think i definitely cldve worded this whole thing better

©️ tora-ken 2024

[megumiluvv]

Junpei wasn’t well liked. He knew that. Yuji knew too, after knowing him. Even if it was for a little while. He didn’t have many friends, took the brunt of the bullying for them too. He was a nerd, obsessed with horror movies, no matter how cheesy, obviously he was going to be targeted in some high school.

When his mom died, he felt truly alone. Terrified of the finger of Sukuna one of his classmates supposedly placed, and vengeful that someone would do that to his mom. Mahito had a way with words.

After he died, Yuji didn’t know what to do. He failed to save him. He failed to even get rid of Mahito. He cried in the backseat of Ijichi’s car on the way back to Jujutsu Tech. Nanami and Ijichi listened in silence.

“He deserves a funeral.” He manages to get out once he stops crying.

“Itadori, there isn’t a point for a funeral.” Nanami replies.

“No, I don’t care if there’s a point, he deserves to be mourned. He had friends, teachers, a family that’s gone now, he needs-”

“You can’t have a funeral for each person you fail to save, Itadori, it’s impossible.”

“I know that, okay?! I know…” Yuji sighs and looks down. “I can’t save everyone, and I can’t mourn them all, but haven’t you failed to save someone? Someone who was really important at the time?”

Nanami sighs, thinking back to that mission where he lost Haibara. The anger he felt at himself, the pain, the feeling of “if only”. He looks at Yuji, knowing he’s feeling that.

“…We can’t buy a headstone for him.”

“I know.”

“Grab something you can remember him by.”

Yuji runs to that basement where Gojo made him watch movies, and grabs the Human Earthworm collection. He runs back to Nanami.

“…Okay. Let’s go buy some flowers.”

They walk to a flower shop, Nanami buys two bouquets containing lilies, pink carnations, and white chrysanthemums. He doesn’t explain why he bought two. He leads Yuji to a field near Jujutsu Tech.

They stop at the top of the hill and Nanami digs a hole deep enough for Yuji to place the movies. The pink haired boy pats the dirt back into the ground. Nanami places a bouquet over it and places the second one nearby.

“…In my first year, I had one other classmate. His name was Yu Haibara. He was a lot like you. Bright smile, kind heart, eager to help others and join the fun.”

Yuji tilts his head and just listens, watching the older male reminisce.

“We had a mission. It was supposed to be simple. Exorcise a curse. It was assumed to be around our expertise of the time, but was graded incorrectly. He died and I barely survived. Like how you died earlier this year. Sadly, my classmate wasn’t a vessel for a curse that could bring him back.”

“…You were alone through all of high school? The only one in your class?”

“Not exactly alone. I had Gojo and Ieiri as my upperclassmen, they bothered me a lot but it was always an attempt at making me smile. Ijichi was in the year below me. But I was the only Tokyo student in my year.”

“I see.”

“I was unable to bury him, so I chose this place, we always talked here and it meant a lot to me. I grabbed something of his and buried it instead.”

Yuji now understands. He bought the second bouquet for Haibara, someone he failed to save like Yuji did Junpei. He watches Nanami kneel to the other bouquet and whisper something he can’t hear before standing back up.

“Well, I shouldn’t bother him. Hope he and Yoshino will get along. We should head back.”

“…Yeah.” Yuji gives a lingering glance to the hill.

Nanami walks ahead. “I will come with you if you wish to visit more often, I’ll buy fresh flowers too.”

“Okay.” Yuji seems more relieved and walks with Nanami back to the school.

After a few times returning to the hill, he returns alone, three bouquets in hand, the cologne Nanami used in his pocket. He buries the cologne close to Haibara’s bouquet, placing a second one over the cologne. He then places Junpei’s bouquet and sits on the hill, watching the sun set.

“…Thank you for everything, Nanamin.”

Masterlist

[maiyz]

a pearl

yuji x reader | masterlist

01: nice binder goob

wc 0.8k

you arrived at jujutsu tech in early february, it gives you about 4 months to plan an assassination of sukunas vessel, a first year student named yuuji itadori.

your tactical boots specialized in traction and protection crunch the winter leaves below you. its just about 6am, you woke up early today.

you plan out the killing in your head. come to think about it 4 months is a lot isnt it? you typically like making it quick and simple, although you have little experience in actual killing people.

perhaps bidding your time would be the best option. jujutsu tech is filled with many powerful individuals who would most likely kill her if they knew her intentions. your biggest fear is the 10 shadows user, he appears to have the closest relationship to sukunas vessel.

at around 7am she arrived outside the classroom, where gojo sensei would be waiting to introduce her to the measly 3 first year students inside.

“everybody!” gojo shouts at a volume way too loud for 7 in the morning. “we have a new student! give her a round of applause!”

sukunas vessel and kugisaki clap lamely while fushiguro makes no attempt to indulge in gojos acts.

you enter the classroom and bow slightly before walking to the single empty desk. “thats yn zenin! which puts the first year class at 4 students! hooray!” gojo shouts.

you have no intention on talking to the other students, or anyone for that matter. while gojo talks about paired missions all you can do is fight the urge to fall asleep, maybe waking up early was a bad idea.

“ok! we have an even number of students sooo…! were gonna do paired missions! nobara and megumiii in one pair and ill supervise yuji and yn!”

is gojo ever quiet.

oh, me and sukunas vessel?

thats good. i could probably kill him easily. what about the veil though? i surely wouldnt be let out if gojo is supervising.

well its still good to figure out some information about sukunas vessel.

you enter the car driven by gojo, the mission you were assigned to is a grade 2 curse in an abandoned hospital about 45 minutes away. you stare out the window on to the dense forest near the road.

the car stops before gojo tells you and sukunas vessel to get out of the car. you stretch slightly when getting out due to sitting for too long before starting to walk to the mission site.

gojo lowers his veil trapping you and sukunas vessel, hopefully he doesnt like. kill you or smth.

you walk around looking for a 2nd grade curse, checking the patients rooms, waiting room, the roof. although you just cant put your finger on where it is.

while youre looking, sukunas vessel keeps blabbering on and on, to the point where youre starting to tune him out.

he taps your shoulder which throws you off guard, causing you to step back away from him quickly.

“just trying to ask a question” sukunas vessel says.

i thought he was gonna kill me. he couldve just now.

“what.”

“why did you become of a sorcerer?”

theres a brief silence before you say. “its none of your business”

“thats fine, you remind me of fushiguro in a way! youre both very grumpy you know?”

after about a couple minutes of fighting with the curse you end up surviving the mission relatively unharmed, sukunas vessel took most of your heavy hits for you.

you and sukunas vessel end up both going to ms leiri for her expertise in reverse cursed technique. not that you needed it, you just tagged along.

you tagged along because you had to. not because you wanted to.

you, the other 2 firsts years, and sukunas vessel get treated to. revolver sushi. or something similar to that. you expected this is be a gun shop or maybe the name of a brand, not a type of restaurant.

“what you and kugisaki never been to a revolving sushi place? you have to go its so cool! its for the experience!” (ita)

“they dont have those where i grew up. revolving sushi is cheap isnt it? lets go somewhere expensive since gojo sensei is paying” (kugi)

“but i want it! its not about how expensive it is, its about the experience!” (ita)

“you say that until you get food poisoning.” (kugi)

“you agree with me, right zenin!??” (ita)

you shake your head in disagreement.

“see i told you! zenin agreed, were gonna get steak!” (kugi)

“when did zenin agree to get steak” (fushi)

“shut your mouth.” (kugi)

extra!

lol im so stupid instead of zenin i use ln frigg

can u tell dialogue is my least fav thing ever. ngl everything non smau is.mmmlol

my friend said i was the type to read ao3 and bl. i ask her hiw did she know what that meant and she was like. i have my sources. ok freak

i played volleyball and i hit it and it bounce onto my face or smth ow

my chromebook got power washed wuess by who. me. i did on accident my bad 💔✌️

took soso long for this I SPENT LJKE 2 weeks. next chapter in 6 weeks stay stuned

ok gn.

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[sanaoria]

Tragically enamored lovers ✦ | Yuji Itadori

❥ cont. angst, mentions of death, gn!reader

synopsis: you’re Itadori’s lover, and even during your last moments together, you can’t help but to catch glimpses of who he used to be, of who you used to be together.

Despite the chaos, your excruciating headache, and the echo of the sirens in the distance, your mind paints a silhouette in front of you; the boy you fell hard for and never had the courage to stand back up after. You feel your blood run cold, or perhaps that’s the aftermath of your incessant bleeding.

Yuji’s topaz eyes never seemed to shine bright anymore, if at all. There’s only a dull ache visible in them. Although moments of tenderness between you two can come and go, it’s significantly less, if not nonexistent. Is it selfish to ask for your lover back? The once gleeful and cheerful boy is only a shell of who he used to be and you can’t blame him.

Yet you also can’t help yourself. The boy’s shouldering the weight of the world alone, since he refuses to allow you to help him. Even worse, he thinks he’s a monster with the possibility of hurting you. Just because he doesn’t want the reassurance doesn’t mean you don’t, right? There’s little you could’ve done to stop your heart from being picked apart, string by string every time you asked him the question.

“Yuji, you don’t have to do this alone. We’re supposed to work as a team, you know this.” You tried your hardest to stifle the tears threatening to spill from your lash line.

“This isn’t a group effort and you know it. We know we can’t change the future, so why try so hard to change something that’s irreversible rather than making use of the time we have left?” Yuji’s hardened stare only served as fuel to the fire, the strings holding your heart together unravel faster by the minute.

“I just want to feel like you still love me! Do you even love me anymore?” You couldn’t help the anger building in your stomach. How many times will you do this? Ask him the same question?

“You know i’m trying my hardest to support the both of us, while simultaneously trying to combat against this monster. I’m letting you lean your weight against me despite barely being able to handle my own.” Yuji’s voice is cold, a stark contrast from the boy you’ve known since you two were still in diapers.

That was two months ago, yet the painful reminder persists. You can’t help him, even if you groveled by his feet and begged him to depart from the bloodshed surrounding you both. His genuine smiles were so rare you began documenting them. The last time you recall him smiling was during December, when you’d prepared his favorite sweets and felt his warm smile thaw your cold heart. The gleeful gleam in his eyes was back and you remembered setting up a mistletoe the following day, a mischievous plan created in pursuit of his affection.

You couldn’t convince yourself there was an end to your story, at least not yet; not when the chapters of your story were rushed and scribbled in fading ink. Your time together was diminishing, so much so that you’d spent your valentine’s day alone. He never left you hanging, even when the two of you were just friends. You’d pictured a marriage between the two of you in the future and you would’ve vowed to stick by his sick in sickness and in health, so why do you feel this way anymore? It’s selfish. You shouldn’t want to change the trajectory of his path, or who he’s become.

You’re sprung back to your senses when you feel a faint caress on your cheek. You know the shape and feeling of his hands by heart, so why does this feel so wrong? Does his hand feel too cold or are you becoming anaptic? The audible wreck is fading and you can only hear Yuji’s shaky breaths as he sits on the rubble by your side. You don’t remember much, not after out of your crippling desperation trying to fight against Sukuna for taking away all that you love.

You feel your love flatlining. You’re not sure if it’s because you feel your love dying out or if it’s because you’re in fact approaching your death. You try to open your mouth to speak with much difficulty, only to have Yuji place his finger over it to conserve your energy.

“You said you’d never leave me. You’re leaving like the others did.” For once Yuji’s eyes weren’t stone cold, yet it somehow hurt more to see the way his tears would accumulate and his shaky breathing would indicate an approaching break down. You don’t know why so many of your memories together surfaced, but it is proven that a person may experiences memories surge as they’re on the brink of death, no?

You don’t want to leave him but it’s hard to stop the exhaustion from overtaking you. You don’t feel much as your eyes begin shutting, yet you feel the ghost of a pair of lips. Your lover. Nothing will stop him from destroying himself in the process of defeating Sukuna now.

A/N: I was too nervous to proofread and this is my first time writing like this so please bear with me! Might be ooc but i’ll work on it!

[niki-phoria]

Hello! It's one of my first times asking for something, so forgive me if it seems strange or if I spell something wrong! Feel free to ignore this too!

I was looking at your Jjk list and realized that our beautiful boy Yuuji doesn't have a story there yet, so I had an idea!

something like Itadori and Reader (gn or male) were in a fight together, and Sukuna ends up appering to deal with the whole situation, and as a result, he ends up hurting the reader on purpose to bother Yuuji, so he is left feeling very bad and guilty , so ends up “ignoring” reader, because he keep blaming himself

I only thought until this part (srry), I would like an ending with something cute and fluff ig? 👉👈 (i like angst with a happy ending)

WEREN'T WE THE STARS IN HEAVEN?

pairing: itadori yuuji x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: angst word count: 758

warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, poorly written fight scene

notes: thank you so much !! i hope you like it :)) split this into two parts to make it easier to write lol, possibly ooc sukuna but i did my best, title from adrianne lenker - anything

part 02 here !!

shibuya is empty. desolate, even. eerily so. even after spending only a few months in tokyo, ITADORI YUUJI had grown accustomed to the noise. the bustling crowds and noisy tourists had become commonplace - almost a comfort at the end of a long night. if nothing else, at least the people were safe. 

until they weren’t. 

your lungs burn as you race through the remains of shibuya station. the walls are splattered with a mixture of blood and curse remains. there are no longer complaints from people about being trapped inside of the station. there are no longer stray groans from mahito’s transformed humans. there are no longer screams of terror. 

you feel sick.

you force yourself to run faster when you see a figure standing in the distance, near what remains of the bathrooms. water seeps across the tiles from nearby, probably damaged in the midst of a fight. “yuuji!”

he doesn’t have a visible reaction. your footsteps slow to a stop as you take in the sight of him. his clothes are ripped and tattered but there are no visible injuries on his body. beneath the flickering lights above, you can just barely make out the blood stains littering his clothing.

“yuuji?” 

he turns to face you, smirking over his shoulder. you take a step backwards, shoes slipping on a puddle of water on the floor. there’s a dark glint in his eyes - one that you’ve never seen before. “not anymore.”

“sukuna,” your breath hitches. 

he frowns, mockingly pouting as he begins walking towards you. “that’s not how you should address your lord.”

anger flares in your chest. your hands curl into fists, nails digging into your palms. you grit your teeth, aiming towards sukuna’s jaw as you swing. 

he evades it easily, languidly pushing his hands into his pockets. “i’m hurt, y/n,” he mocks. “i can’t believe you would hit your own boyfriend.”

“shut up!” another swing. another miss.

sukuna laughs. he watches you with amusement; like you’re an ant beneath his foot he’s pushing around just for the sake of his own entertainment. 

he’s fast. almost faster than your own reflexes. your punches only ever meet air as he dances around you. “does it bother you?” sukuna asks. his breath ghosts against your ear as he leans in. “knowing that yuuji’s power comes from a curse. does it scare you?”

you swallow your insults, instead focusing your attention on aiming your punches at the right time. he frowns. “ignoring me now? that won’t do.”

sukuna raises his leg, swiftly landing a hit against your side. you’re barely given time to react before your body slams into the wall. 

the pain comes hard and fast. it’s agonizing. it feels like you’re on fire. every part of your body begs you to give up; to lay down and crumble into a ball on the ground. but you can’t. you won’t. 

blood pools in your mouth, dripping down the corners of your lips. debris surrounds you. you can feel pieces of rock and concrete digging into your hands as you push yourself up onto your hands and knees.

your attempts are quickly ripped away when sukuna kicks your side once again. you land on your back this time, staring up at the ceiling through blurry vision. your head aches. 

“pathetic human.” sukuna smirks over you. the heel of his boot digs into your chest, pushing your body down further into the rubble. your eyes flutter shut. if you’re going to die, you’re not going to give sukuna ryomen the satisfaction of being the last thing you see. 

the force of sukuna’s weight forces a weak cough out of your lungs. he raises his foot once again before he pauses, humming to himself. “i wonder what the brat would think of this.”

time seems to still as your consciousness begins to slip. you can feel yourself growing weaker. your breaths are shallower. it’s harder to get air into your lungs. your racing heartbeat has also slowed. it no longer pounds loudly in your ears. instead, a dull ringing has replaced the noise.

nothing feels real. yuuji is yelling your name. he’s on his knees; his face hovers over you. 

yuuji looks different. the black marks across his skin have disappeared, leaving only pale skin behind. hands that have the power to snap bones and destroy buildings are gentle as they cup your cheeks. he wipes away blood and dust and tears.

“yuuji,” you whisper. at least, you try to. and then-

the world goes black. 

shibuya is empty.

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What About That Bitch?

Smau: in which they bring up their ex Warnings: cursing, angst Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki Pt 2

[justasecretflower]

“When I’m away from you, I’m happier than ever..” you get over the jjk men after they abandon you.🌸

cw- cursing, reader is a lil mean, angst, hurt /no comfort, !! Suguru had a really toxic, manipulative ex !!, spelling errors :<

Synopsis- a part two to “Lacy oh Lacy” where the jjk men’s first love comes back and they replace you, they want you back now…

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[marqwaaa]

I did it.... Honestly, it wasn't exactly what I wanted to get, but oh well. (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)

[kokushibosbestie]

Let's be honest, Yuji is one of the sweetest—if not the sweetest—boys you'll ever meet. And you love him for that. He is that way, no changing him. You didn't want to, though. He's a great listener.

And so when you call him to talk, he knows what it's about. Who it's about.

Megumi.

You've had the biggest crush on Megumi since you started at Jujutsu Tech. And Yuji was the first to know. He swore he wouldn't tell anyone and he surprisingly kept his promise. But there was just one problem. No one would listen to him.

And so when you start gushing over Megumi while in Yuji's dorm room, sitting on his bed together, he knows how he feels.

Yuji had the biggest crush on you.

But he's still the best listener ever. He's still the kindest soul you'll ever meet. He'll still has the brightest smile that is so contagious and you can't help but smile too even if it has no context. He'll still ask you if you want to go to the movie theatre with him. He'll still blast Olivia Rodrigo in your shared Airpods while you sing along off-key on the beach, watching the sunset together. He'll still laugh the hardest at your stupid jokes. He'll still ask Gojo-Sensei privately to go on missions with you so he'll know you're safe. He's still going to hug you a little too tight when you come back from a mission that he wasn't allowed to go on with you.

And he'll always be that way.

Yet you don't see it. You think it's just a friendship that would last forever. Is it because you'd only ever look at Megumi that way, who doesn't even look your way? Or is that because you've embedded that into your head?

The way you talk about Megumi is so loving and so caring. You never knew if anyone would speak about you like that, though. You didn't think you were enough for such praise and care. Not even from Yuji.

Until the day you realize that he's had feelings for you since the beginning.

That's when he'll mess up everything.

And when he feels that burning hole in his chest while you begin avoiding him, when he stops asking for two tickets when he goes to the movie theatre, when he stops texting you in the middle of the night for no real reason and you stop replying, he finally breaks.

He finally stops trying so hard.

But when he finds out you'll be going on a mission together again—and a possibly dangerous one—he smiles at you like nothing happened. Like he didn't sob into his pillow with his Airpods in, playing Reckless by Madison Beer, while the rain tapped his dorm window last night.

Over you. Always over you.

Always trying to get over you...

Like Yuji always does.

- pax <3

[dhoranbolt]

Reincarnated Love

a/n: Sukuna with a reincarnated love still got me in a chokehold, back at it again with the crappy titles pretend it sounds good, not related to the first one I just got too many ideas for this lol

bestie beta reader: @yukios-medic ily ma'am 🥹💙

pairing: Yuji x fem!reader, Sukuna x fem!reader

Yuji held her close, eyes staring up at the ceiling. He was losing her. To the curse who was inhibiting his body, no less.

She would pull away too soon. He could feel the love for him leaving her body more and more, every time they kissed.

Sukuna told him exactly what would happen if he chose to pursue her. Told Yuji that no matter how much he could come to love her, Sukuna had loved her first, and he would be the last to do it in this lifetime, too.

Told Yuji that maybe she wouldn’t get all of her memories from before back, if at all, but it wouldn’t matter. Because over time, being close to Sukuna, even through his vessel, would be enough for her soul to feel the call of him.

She would come home to him, and when Sukuna was strong enough to take over as he pleased, he would make Yuji watch while she fell in love with him, all over again in this century.

So, when Yuji felt the unease begin to settle between them, his heart hurt, stomach lurching.

And the worst part? Sukuna could see it all. Yuji would not have a single moment of this heartbreaking realization to himself.

It was a waiting game, now. Yuji was waiting for her to drop the other shoe. Tell him that she just couldn’t do it anymore. Would she admit what he already knew? That when she looked at him, all she could see were red irises and black markings? That she saw the king of curses, and not her sweet, caring, loving boyfriend Yuji anymore?

Would she leave? Avoid him? Or would she stick around and suffer in silence, in the hopes that she might glimpse her long lost lover through his eyes when he wasn’t looking.

“Mmm…” She hummed quietly in her sleep, nestling closer to his chest as she did. His heart squeezed, and his lips pulled into a small smile. For now, though, he had–

“Sukuna…” She breathed.

His heart shattered.

‘I told you this would happen, brat. Don’t try to take things that don’t belong to you.’

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[love4eri]

his everything.

itadori x fem!reader

-mainly fluff, itadori’s love for you, not proofread🫶🏾.

itadori’s pov

Everything.

Everything you did was so elegant, so mesmerizing. From the way you talked and how certain words rolled off your tongue it was like a lullaby to him.

The way your hair would flow in the wind and sometimes get stuck on your lips from the lipgloss you always wore. And your lips always had him struck, he couldn’t get enough.

And how much he loved how soft your hands were when you caressed his face, he swear he was going to melt right there.

He’d often catch himself staring at you for hours, even when you’d come over to study and how the light from your laptop shined on your eyes making them even brighter.

The way certain outfits hugged your curves in all the right places, he almost fainted one time when he saw you in this all black dress.

You were perfect in his eyes, everything you did was perfect. Everything about you. He’d often thank the Gods from above for crafting him such a beautiful girl.

You were his everything.