#yuuji deserves the world

[ssaraexposs]

BEAUTIFUL

BEAUTIFUL

BEAUTIFUL

BEAUTIFUL BOYS

[yurokiku]

SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YUUJI MY SON!!!!

[earthtodora]

to celebrate megumi day, let me plug this post-canon megumi bday fic i wrote back in august <3

"See? Fushiguro likes my cooking," Itadori said, sticking his tongue out.

Wait, Itadori made this cake? Megumi's mind stopped working, and all he could do was stare at the cake, wondering how much work it took for Itadori to make it. He must've spent hours on it.

"You... made this cake?" Megumi asked.

"Yeah. Told you we had a hard time finding a cake. Tokyo's a mess and bakeries aren't exactly the first priority, so I figured I'd make it myself," Itadori said, scratching the back of his head.

"I-idiot! Why would you go to such lengths?!" Megumi exclaimed.

"Because I want to make you happy," Itadori replied, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Megumi's brain malfunctioned. He wasn't prepared. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure why, but hearing those words, he felt something in his chest, a tight, suffocating feeling. It was a painful kind of happiness, the kind of happiness that came with loss and longing, with a yearning so strong, he couldn't contain it.

Megumi's hands trembled. His heart beat rapidly. And for a moment, he thought he might faint.

"Are you okay, Fushiguro? You're turning red," Itadori asked, his brows creased.

"I'm fine. Just, shut up. Don't talk for a while. And stop doing stupid things."

Itadori smiled, his lips pulling into a smirk. "But I like doing stupid things."

Megumi groaned. His heart was full, and he didn't know how else to express his happiness, so he did the only thing that felt right. He laughed.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

yuuji manages to find the guts to hold megumi’s hand once and not more than 5 seconds later he gets the shovel talk from 90% of the people in megumi’s life. they truly mean their words that if yuuji ever makes megumi feel bad even by mistake, the higher ups r going to be the least of his problems. the same goes for sukuna.

the other 10% of people r frantically trying to book an immediate flight back to japan after his toes started tingling that something was up with His Boy.

just as yuuji thinks he managed the worst, he feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up and narrowly dodges assassination attempt courtesy of the zenin

The thing is that Megumi is actually such a low maintenance, chill boyfriend. Best boyfriend ever. He always replies to texts quickly. He’s on time to dates. He’s never jealous. They rarely fight, and when they do, it’s always because it’s legitimately important, and they always end up working it out. He lets Yuuji hold(!) his hand(!). The tips of his ears turn fire engine red whenever Yuuji does anything that shows off how Strong and Fast he is, which can be fun for Yuuji. It’s not a competition but also yes it is and Yuuji won it. He locked down The Best Boyfriend Ever. And it only took him 83 days of hardcore crushing, a 27 step plan, and nearly throwing himself off a cliff because he said “hooray” when Megumi told Yuuji he liked him.

He’s Done It. He Secured The Bag. Megumi Is His Boyfriend And The World Is A Perfect Place.

But everyone else seems to have some very strong opinions about that fact. Much stronger opinions than Megumi himself, who lets Yuuji hold(!) his hand(!).

There's a very confusing conversation with Inumaki and Panda about his intentions. Yuuji, very honestly, said that he didn't think he'd get far enough to have any real intentions past what he's already managed, which did not help. Maki had a similar conversation but it involved a sword. God's Perfect Man Who Already Gets Everything He Wants In Life And Certainly Doesn't Need to Butt Into This Too may be returning early from Africa. Yuuji would much rather that Africa keep him, please and thank you. There's a sniper that has him in his sights.

It's worth it.

[getougender]

i think that yuuji should grab the back of megumi’s neck and pull him into a hug. just to hold him for a little while

[fanta2y]

Mr.Sandman

OKAYY this is a bit different cause this isn't a x reader ficcc >.<

Im a little nervous cause I can't tell if i like it or nottt but i hope you guys enjoyyy, its a itafushi fic cause i love them and they deserved sm better :(( ALSO if you don't ship it/don't like them i dont wanna hear about it, just scroll and keep it pushing pls and thank you <3

cw: probably slightly ooc, talk of death and major injuries.

word count: 896 (very short and sweet)

After Itadori had his heart ripped out infront of Fushiguro, things had changed between the two of them. Before, it was something simmering below the surface. They had only just met so no one really could put a name to the undeniable tension that flared whenever they sat just a bit too close and their thighs brushed together, or when their eyes held eachothers for just a smidge too long. 

But now? Now it was a whole other beast, almost as real as Fushiguro’s shinigami. He had this itch that he never seemed to be able to scratch by himself, unless (of course) he was with Itadori. 

He hated the deep rooted clinginess he always tried to push away, the abandonments of his past crawling up his throat and forcing his body to seek out those close to him. To feel their physical warmth, to know without a shadow of a doubt that they were here in this moment, and they weren’t going anywhere. 

Usually, Fushiguro had no problems keeping this annoying itch under wraps. He was sated with his unknown midnight strolls around the campus, making sure Itadori and Kugisaki were asleep soundly in their beds. That all the second years had made it back from their respective missions, from a reputable distance. He had a reputation to uphold, he couldn’t let them know about the nights he spent up worrying that one day they just simply wouldn’t come back. 

But after Itadori, after watching the blood pool around his ever cooling body. Watching the light leave his eyes and his skin turn sickly in color. He couldn’t stomach even the thought of being any further from him than what he was right now. 

Itadori being, well, Itadori. He took it in stride, always playing into Fushiguro’s odd stares and incessant texting. Itadori never got angry or annoyed, just smiled brightly at him and told him he was okay, or that he was coming back soon or he wasn’t going anywhere. Any phrase that could calm the itching that had only intensified. 

It shouldn’t have surprised him that he would end up in this predicament, Itadori snoring soundly beside him as he laid his head in his chest. Hearing the calming pulse of his heart beneath his ear, it soothed the need deep with him. 

Alive. Alive. Alive. 

With each beat his brain repeated the word over and over again. He knew he was alive, he was right here beside him. He felt the slow breaths, heard the small snores leaving his mouth. So why? Why was sleep still evading him, why was he still unable to close his eyes without being plagued by lifeless eyes and all too cold hands. 

Instinctually, Fushiguro squeezed Itadori’s hand. Wanting the reassuring weight to just be enough so he could stop annoying himself and go the fuck to sleep. He felt the stirring beside him and froze, willing him to just turn over and go back to sleep. But nothing seems to go Fushiguro’s way tonight because soon he was faced with honey colored eyes, still glossed over with sleep. 

“You ‘kay?” He mumbled, reaching his free hand to rub at his eyes, the sleep heavy in his throat as the words seemed to grate past his lips. Fushiguro could only nod dumbly, the guilt of waking him slowly over coming all of the thoughts that he didn’t really have time to process right now. 

Itadori wordlessly leans forward, pressing his forehead against his own. 

“I’m right here, not going anywhere, alright?” His voice was warm and still scratchy with sleep. But Fushiguro felt the wave of calm wash over him at the reassurance. 

“I’m sorry.” He muttered out, the guilt still sitting deep within him. He had never been one to be so clingy, so physically affectionate. This all felt so out of character for him. He felt… weak. Something he had never allowed himself before, not after his father abandoned him and almost sold him off, and certainly not after his sister feel sick into a coma. 

The strength was something he clinged to, too keep him sane. If he let it all in, who would be the one to piece him back together? Who would be there to watch him slowly relearn how to be himself again? 

“Fushiguro.” The voice sounded a lot more awake than it did a few seconds ago, and only then did he realize the wetness on his face. He felt the calloused hands reach up from where they were smushed between them. Felt the thumb slowly wipe away the tears, 

“I’ll never leave you again.” 

The words settled deep within his soul, freed something locked in his chest. And for what felt like the first time in a long time, Fushiguro smiled. It was soft, and small. Blink and he would have missed it. But it was there, and thats all that mattered to him. 

“I know.” The response was tiny, meek. And the syllables were filled with an exhaustion he knew all too well. He returned the soft smile as he watched Fushiguro’s eyelids flutter shut and finally felt his breaths even out. His chest rising and falling softly. 

Breathing out a sigh of relief, he snuggled in close. Pressing cracked lips to the others forehead and closed his eyes too. 

Hoping to meet him somewhere in his dreams.

authors note: i hope you guys enjoyyyy :)) thank you all for all the love you guys have been showing my previous posts it means alot to me!! and its given me such motivation to write, so i really appreciate you all <33 and as always reblogs and comments are appreciated :))

[rockrshell]

Hug

[zorosdimples]

i completely understand why people write fics with yuuji and sukuna where reader ends up with sukuna (we love and support monsterfucking here). but sweet yuuji boy deserves some love, too 💔

[mort-alicious]

Another one, thank you

I made Another one. Whoops! I have too many thoughts about my Dear Kiyotaka, and this one Escaped onto a google doc.

As always, please enjoy, comment if you would like, share, and let me know if there are any tags missed!!

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Ijichi Kiyotaka & Itadori Yuuji

Characters: Ijichi Kiyotaka, Itadori Yuuji, Yoshino Junpei

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, but one sided, mental adoption, Survivor Guilt, protective ijichi kiyotaka, Itadori Yuuji Needs a Hug, Sad Itadori Yuuji, Angst, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Heart Imagery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending?, Slight gore?, descriptions of Yuujis body, not detailed

[luciferslibraryofshit]

me everytime gege fucks around with his characters and yuuji has to suffer

[ssaraexposs]

The fact that Yuuji is enduring all of this, just to get back with Megumi. Megumi IS clearly Yuuji's hope.

(Let's just hope that he's Megumi's too)

[skillzissuez]

Happy birthday to my bby boy Yuuji !!! He deserved sm better :(

[maddyshome]

and OF COURSE Lain is a pisces. Just like Yuuji Itadori. What did I say about the martyr like aspect that is seen in pisces? It is the zodiac sign of Christ. 

[quxxrpearl]

💓

[emmyrosee]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a modern!au sukuna x fem!reader in which they're dating and they're babysitting little yuji for the day, going to the park, grocery store, or whatever, and some old lady thinks yuji is their son and sukuna and reader had yuji as teens so she starts judging, making comments and kinda insulting them for having a kid so young. (but yuji is just sukuna's little brother)

I hope what I said made sens 😅 and feel totally free to ignore my request if you don't want to do it or if you're not taking requests at the moment :)

tw// mean old ladies, insinuations of s3x in teenage years, sukuna talking back, lots of swearing, mentions of death, I wouldn’t normally put warnings but juuuuuuuuuust in case

There’s a scoff that rings out in the air as the last of your footstep passes her. It’s enough to make Sukuna stop on impact. You turn to him, and Yuuji in his stroller looks up to see what the stop is, but Sukuna’s eyes are firm in annoyance, the vein in his forehead pulsing.

“I’m sorry,” he begins, spinning on his heel. “Is there a problem, maam?” His voice dribbles sarcasm, and you feel your heart rate pick up from anxiety.

When you turn to face the old woman, her face is twisted in judgement, wrinkles furrowed deeper than natural as she glares past Sukuna and burrows her sights onto you. A chill shrills down your spine as her cold gaze fixes on you.

“Babies having babies,” she snarls cruelly, and you see Sukuna’s knuckles lighten from the force of gripping the handles. “You couldn’t keep it in your pants, and you couldn’t close your legs, hmm? Reproducing when you shouldn’t be. You ought to be embarrassed.”

You cheeks heat up in embarrassment, but when you look up at sukuna again, his grin is curled devilishly. You sigh, “sukuna, come on-“

“No,” he hisses. “I want to hear what the crypt keeper’s gotta say. One foot in the grave, one on a fucking oil spill and you’re wasting your breath spilling bullshit? You oughta be embarrassed.”

She clutches her chest in offense, “I can’t stand you youths these days, wasting your life on each other, disappointing your parents. Why they’d ever approve of you keeping that sin in the carriage is ridiculous.”

You’re quick to grab Sukuna’s collar and keep him from launching at the lady. He’s not happy about being stopped, he’s practically frothing at the mouth in rage, but at your grip, he stands down.

His mouth however, does not.

“I’m offended people like you even get to breathe my air,” he snarls, and you try to ignore the look the old lady gives you- she looks almost prideful to be getting such a reaction. “That child is not sin, that’s my fucking little brother- and even if it was, if you looked at him and the first thing you thought of was my girlfriend and I smashing, you need to tell your fucking hospice nurse, you pervert.”

“Sukuna-“

“It’s not my fault nor concern that your husband died from an asthma attack your dusty old pussy gave him, but if you ask me, he dodged a fucking bullet because holy fuck if I had to spend my days waiting for you to die first, I’d pull the plug myself.”

“Sukuna!”

“You think you get to sit here and judge my girlfriend, my self, my fucking brother without consequence, you are sadly mistaken. And I sincerely hope that, with the bottom of my soul, that when your decrepit heart finally decides to stop and bless the world by taking your life, no one bats an eye. If this is how you treat strangers with a child, I would love to see how you treat your loved ones. Sit on it and fucking twist, you old bitch.” Then, he flashes her a smile, “have the day you fucking deserve, you twat.”

The woman stares at him, eyes wide and jaw agape. You also, stare at him with wide eyes and an agape jaw, and it isn’t until he wraps his arm around your waist and starts to push the carriage again, that you follow.

“Sukuna,” you say, voice shaky. “Why…?”

“Because no one gets to look at my fucking family in any way other than damn respect,” he growls, fingers digging into your hip from anger. “No one.”

“No, I mean…” you swallow thickly. “Why do people feel the need to be so cruel?”

“The world is cruel,” he says flatly. Then, he sighs and shakes his head, “but I have no issue in putting terrible people in their place. Especially for yuuji. Especially for you.”

You smile softly and lay your hand on his, lacing your fingers with his as they rest on your hip, “we’re lucky to have you then, aren’t we?”

He chuckles, “it’s about time you appreciate it.”

[pseudowho]

Grandpapamin

(help me find the Nanami artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

When Nanami Kento becomes a grandfather...

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Kento thought the happiest day of his life was when he became a father...but then, his baby had a baby.

It was like love...squared.

He and you dutifully took care of your daughter's house while she was in labour. Kento pruned the plants, and baked, and paced, and paced, and paced.

While Kento knew in his heart his daughter was being well cared-for, he felt stunningly unable to protect her while she went through the biggest day of her life.

In the night, you woke, and your hand brushed out across the sheets for Kento...only to find him not there.

You creep through the house, and find him sat in the armchair by lamplight, his eyes glistening with tears as he goes through an old box, full of photographs of his baby, little onesies, a handprint in clay, a decoration she made at school, her first drawings and handwriting.

You sit with him, in front of the fire, warm and reminiscent, of those long-short years when your babies were babies.

"...she'll be alright?" He worries aloud.

"She'll be more than alright. She'll be amazing," you reassure, kissing his greying temples, stroking crow's feet.

You lead him back to bed, his hand dry, like soft warm leather, and you hold each other with the earnest familiarity of an aged love.

When Kento's phone rings at 7:37 in the morning, a time he never forgets, he is out of bed with a lithe hop, answering, desperate for news.

A sweet, swooping joy, an excited wake-up, an embrace and relief; his grandchild is born, and everyone is safe.

Kento has a grandson; his daughter is resplendent, pink-cheeked, exhausted and proud. Kento holds her close, shedding tears into her hair as she cradles his new grandson; "I'm so proud of you, darling. I always have been. You deserve him."

He drives his daughter and her partner home, knowing they are exhausted.

Kento and you never overstay your welcome; you ensure the new family is comfortable, give kisses and hasty reassurances that you are both just a phone call away, and go home.

Kento cannot stop jiggling his leg in delight on the way home. He is imagining all the wonderful things he wants to do with his new grandson.

Kento calls everyone-- Gojo, Yuuji, Ino, Higuruma. Everyone is delighted. Everyone secretly wants him to be their grandfather.

It is only when Kento and you have gone, that your partner opens the freezer-- "Oh my god!" They exclaim, laughing, "I think your dad has cooked enough to last us a month!" Kento has, obviously. He believes in being organised.

Kento spends the next few years of his life being a thoroughly naughty responsible grandfather.

Visiting Grandpapamin? Oh, only the finest will do.

While Kento always plans wonderful meals with you, his daughter turns her back for just one minute, and returns to find her son with a treat in his hand.

Kento pleads ignorance as he slides the biscuit tin back into the cupboard, a glint in his eye.

Wickedly good at hide and seek. Teaches his grandson all the tricks.

Takes his grandson down to the river, Kento in some waders, his grandson in shorts and rubber boots up to his knees, with little nets, glass jars on strings.

Kento has a reference book for everything; birds, fish, flowers, trees...he and his grandson catch minnows, his grandson splashing, holding his little round cheeks in joy.

Kento thinks his heart might burst, retaliating playfully when his grandson splashes him, giggling.

Kento's grandson is well-versed on the flora and fauna by the little river, by the time he is a grown man. All he wanted to inherit from his grandfather was the old reference books they pored over together.

His grandson inherits Kento's Cursed-sight too, a truth which Kento feels deeply responsible for, as he did when it passed down to his daughter. He fears for his grandson and the terrifying visions he will see in the world.

One day, you catch Kento teaching himself little magic tricks. He curses as he gets tangled in long colourful handkerchiefs; you laugh and blush as he pulls garish flowers out of his sleeve for you. He shows them to his grandson like he has known how to do magic his whole life.

After long sunny days in the garden and by the river, you often find Kento asleep with his snoozing grandson drooling on his chest. You take a photo, every single time, put a blanket over them and leave them in peace.

Kento, who tucks you under his arm on the sofa when they've all gone home, your evenings as intimate as they have always been.

Kento would rather his daughter didn't spend all of her hard-earned money on daycare. Instead, Grandpapamin arrives at her house at 7:30am sharp, ready to babysit ahead of the workday.

The days are silly, wholesome. Tears and tantrums are swiftly, calmly de-escalated. Kento can and will persuade and bribe at mealtimes.

Kento who is just disappointed when his grandson behaves badly-- and that is so much worse than angry.

Kento who takes such good care of his and your health, determined to spend as many healthy years with his family as possible. His old scars ache and creak though; he longs for the sun and sea.

The next year, his grandson is big enough to carry Kento's birthday cake to him, and Kento grumbles, pink-eared as he mulishly accepts a chorus of "Happy birthday". There is an envelope with the cake.

"What's this?" He grumbles again, shooting his daughter a chastising look, "I told you you didn't have to get me anything." She smiles at him, lovely brown eyes twinkling. Kento looks inside-- tickets. Flight tickets. He looks up in surprise, eyebrows raised.

"Kuantan?" He presses, excited despite his earlier chastisement.

"I thought we could all go. Together."

Though his blade hangs up on the wall, proud and displayed, at your insistence, Kento feels like he has been bestowed with the luck of the gods, to have dodged every bullet to get here.

His old scarred burns tingle and prickle, his eyepatch is old and worn, but his grandchildren never feared him; he is just Grandpapamin. He bakes. He takes them to the river. He teaches them how to whittle. He gives the best advice. He wears the softest cardigans.

Kento, who spends the golden years of his life with you, his world, the one who hung the stars.