#yuuji deserves the world

[ssaraexposs]

BEAUTIFUL

BEAUTIFUL

BEAUTIFUL

BEAUTIFUL BOYS

[yurokiku]

SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YUUJI MY SON!!!!

[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

[bitterpngs]

[ID: two drawings of yuuji itadori from jujutsu kaisen. he is holding a bunny in his arms and has it placed next to his face. he is grinning happily with one eye closed. he is wearing his school uniform and he has acne all over his face. he also has an ear piercing. he also has two scars. a diagonal one between his eyes and another on the corner of his mouth. there are sparkles surrounding him. the background is purple and the figures are a soft white with a pink gradient. in the second picture, purple bunnies are in the background as a pattern. end ID] 

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[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]

💓

[ssaraexposs]

His priority's just Megumi

[lxvebun]

A millennium of unsaid I love you's

Synopsis: love is the most twisted curse of all. Yuuji wonders if it's twisted enough to have even Sukuna in its grip.

Content: Sukuna x gender neutral reader. Fluff+little angst. Lovesick!sukuna, I repeat, Lovesick!Sukuna he's so in love with you it shows in everything he does!! Mentions of character death but its open for you to decide. Slight mention of canon violence. Around 1k words♡ eng is not my first language, lmk if there are any annoying mistakes♡♡

"Have you ever been in love?" Yuuji wonders out loud, not necessarily expecting a serious answer. It's a little past midnight if he's reading the blurry red numbers on the digital clock correctly, and despite sleep clouding over his eyes, he can't seem to find rest. Blankets are carelessly kicked to the edge of the bed in an effort to relieve himself from the summer heat but it doesn't do much to help him ease into that sleepy state either.

(Talking to Sukuna seemed a lot more interesting than counting sheep)

The question hangs in the air for a moment, silence twists around it like a vine, and just before it completely swallows it up, the answer floats across his mind similar to a thought but eerily spoken in a different voice.

"Yes"

It's said quietly, almost as if trying to maintain the tranquility of the summer night, but this is Sukuna we're talking about. He doesn't take others into consideration. There's something else that keeps him from voicing his answers out loud.

(Perhaps it's the way he can't talk about you without sounding like a love-sick devotee)

"How!?" Yuuji blurts out before thinking, not realizing the question is rather rude until a sharp flash of pain surges through his body, a little corrective behavior sent from Sukuna, no doubt. "Sorry, sorry. I just didn't expect it, that's all.

It's quiet for a bit. Yuuji takes the time to admire the stars and moonlight shining through the sliver of the curtains. It feels like the moon is extra radiant tonight as it spills a wonderful illuminative light across the room. 

"I don't know"

There's not much he doesn't know, but to this day it's still a miracle to him that you weaved yourself so effortlessly into his very being. Managing to do so without an ounce of resistance from him. Partly believing you were some kind of heavenly punishment sent to bring the king of curses to his knees. To rid the world of a darkness that never should have existed in the first place.

(He'd let you)

"I just was"

There's another part of him that theorizes that maybe you were something that remained of his human self. A soulmate to complete his when his soul wasn't half as dark and twisted as it is now. Born from the same star, hearts carved from the same moon. A red string binds you to him, regardless of the form he takes. How cruel of fate to tie you to a monster and keep it that way.

Quietness tunes back in as Yuuji's thoughts drift elsewhere. For a second, Sukuna thinks he's done with his late-night interrogation.

"What were they like?"

He's not indulging Yuuji, really. But his heart beats back a little warmth into his soul every time he thinks of you. Every time he thinks of your voice, how his name sounded so syrupy and sweet falling from your lips, a stark contrast to how it's usually uttered.

Every time he thinks of your touch, how you always handled him with a gentleness he probably doesn't deserve. As if under all the scars and cursed markings he was made of the most delicate porcelain. Even when you were angry, it never bled violence into your touch.

Gods, your entire being shined so brightly he could pick you out from among the stars. You dug yourself into his chest, ripped out his darkened heart oh so deliciously, and buried yourself in its place. As if you always belonged there.

Just thinking of you stains his mouth all too sweetly, a millennium of unsaid I love you's building up in the back of his throat. He swallows it down.

"They were beautiful" he speaks aloud this time, voice booming around the room. Yuuji flinches a little at the intrusion "And that's enough of your questions tonight, brat"

"Just one more, please"

.....

Yuuji takes the silence as compliance.

"Are they gone?" He puts it into softer terms. Sukuna's a little annoyed at the consideration.

He doesn't know... and he's not sure what hurts more, being oblivious to your fate, or assuming that you have passed. Surely, Uraume would have taken care of you. Then again, are they even around still? A dullness grows in his chest, splinters its way through his ribs, and weighs down into his lungs suffocatingly so at the uneasiness of not knowing.

Looking through Yuuji's eyes, he catches a glint of a star beaming down into the split in the curtain. Shining an ethereal light so brightly he has to avert his gaze.

( he could pick you out amongst the stars. He refuses to believe it's you)

The ache lessens again as the starlight seems to clear his head. You're bound to him by a string of fate, there's not a single universe out there where you're not with him. Even if it's cruel of fate to do so, even if those thousand years apart have turned him into someone almost unrecognizable. You'll be together again. Perhaps your soul is just waiting for the right moment to appear.

"they'll be back" is all he says, and the finality in his tone urges Yuuji to keep his mouth shut despite the whirlwind of questions still racing through his mind. Memories that don't belong to him flicker through Yuujis's mind as Sukuna seems to dream off. They're blurry and foggy and disappear all too quickly for him to make sense of what he's seeing, but he can feel the overwhelming presence of love dripping from the edges. He doesn't question why his heart starts to race too.

Sukuna has been a rot in his side from day one. but if there ever exists an opportunity to save everyone, if he could give him his happy ending should you come back, he thinks he'll grant it to him.

Thank you for reading angels!!♡ i had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoyed this too!