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animeloverskylarmoon · 8 months

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Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen) - Oneshot

The discovery of Geto's betrayal was a tough pill to swallow.

Nothing had been the same.

Not after Riko's death.

Life felt like a means to an end. Had he been stronger back then, maybe the end would have been different. That's why he trained students. Megumi, Itadori and Nobara were extraordinary. But the fear that he would not be able to stop the upcoming war never left. He was untouchable. But could he truly bring himself to kill Geto if it came down to that?

"What a messy situation."

His eyes drifted to the night sky as he stood at the top of the hill.

There were times where he wondered if life was truly worth fighting. The end product was all the same.

Death.

Gojo turned his back, moving to head back to the school. His gaze strayed for a second when he spotted a figure standing in the middle of the road.

Not a very smart decision considering there's a steady stream of traffic on that street. He intended to call out and warn them. Maybe they were lost and unaccustomed to the area. Yet, when he opened his mouth, there was a look of defeat in their eyes. His body moved almost on instinct when a car was rushing in their direction and they made no move to evade.

The moment his feet landed out of the general path of danger, the woman he now held gasped in shock. Possibly from the save and display of his power. Her eyes held uncertainty.

"W-Who are you.."

He grinned.

"That's not important. Now that I just saved your life, you owe me."

You blanked.

"W-WHAT!! That's not how it works!! W-Who even said I needed saving!"

"Eh, you didn't?

"N-No!!" You jumped out of his grasp, waving your hands around.

"I-I just got distracted. I was going to move before the car came!!"

He could see the defiance, and he held back a sad smile. He understood fully what you'd intended to do. But he wouldn't call you out.

"Nevertheless, you owe me. You have to treat me to ramen tomorrow down the road. It's the first shop that you see. You can't miss it. Don't stand me up or I'll find you."

"IS THAT A THREAT!!"

He sent another smile.

"It's a promise."

You weren't afforded a chance to say much, he was gone in a blink.

It was stupid, you didn't have to listen to him. There was no way he would find you. But somehow you found yourself seated in the ramen shop the next day.

Waiting.

The steps that echoed behind you made your head turn, and he waved.

"Yo!"

You frown.

"It must be nice to act casual when you blackmail people."

"It is."

"Don't agree with me!!"

A woman approached, setting down Gojo's bowl with a smile and you grumbled as you picked up your chopsticks to dig into your meal.

You both sat in silence, nothing but the slurping of your noodles.

When you were done, you clapped your hands together, sighing in thanks.

Your hands slid in your pocket to pay for both bowls.

"Now we're even. "

Gojo placed his own chopsticks down.

"I don't recall agreeing to that." He responded casually.

Another long sigh.

"What's with you? Why can't you just leave me be."

Your eyes dropped to the empty bowl, and Gojo reached over, placing a hand on your head.

"Because I found you, so now you're my responsibility. "

"You say that like I'm a pet."

"You are a pet. Like a bunny."

"I'm a person."

"A cute bunny person?"

He inquired with a tilt of his head.

You didn't respond, standing from your seat as you walked off. Satoru followed you out.

As you continued to walk up to your house, you could hear his steps behind.

"Are you going to keep following me?"

"Are you going to try again?"

You didn't need him to elaborate. You had a feeling that he figured out your intentions that day.

You stopped.

"What's the point of existing in such a corrupted world? Nothing is getting better. I thought it would, but it hasn't. I was supposed to fix it. But I don't know how I'm supposed to do that."

He didn't know what personal battles you were facing, but he could relate to the helpless feeling.

"We're the same."

Gojo moved to your side. You expect some false sense of comfort, but his expression looks just as troubled as your own.

"This world isn't perfect, but there are people here that we care for. That we still want to protect. That should be reason enough."

He looked so earnest. His belief is somewhat extraordinary. You've seen just a piece of what he's capable of. If he held power and still faced struggles, then maybe all wasn't lost entirely.

"He might be just what I need.."

"What's your name?" You ask.

"Gojo Satoru!" He saluted, and you found yourself smiling.

"Nice to meet you Gojo-san, I'm (Y/N)."

It was weird how easily the both of you had become friends.

That small moment created a bond. It wasn't like his problems magically vanished. Yet, whenever he had a moment to himself, he found his way back on that hill, sitting with you in your home. Sometimes nothing would be said. He'd find you when the sun went down and you would both stare at the sky. It was the only time that there was truly peace in either of your lives.

Other times you'd ask him questions about his life, his powers.

"You must be really strong Gojo-san."

"I'm the strongest."

You laugh.

"How can you be the strongest? There must be someone stronger than you. Your power came from somewhere didn't it?"

He paused for a second.

"I suppose you are right. I never thought of it that way."

"I guess that makes me the smartest."

"Second smartest." He teased.

You giggled, scooting closer.

"How come your hair is so white? Did you dye it or is that natural?"

"All natural of course."

"How do you get it to stick up like that?"

"The band." He pointed.

"Why cover your eyes, are they scary?"

You seem to have a question for everything and he laughs, himself.

"I wouldn't say scary. Would you like to see?"

You nod eagerly.

He slipped his hand under the black band, sliding it off and you marvel at the color. You'd never seen eyes that blue before. It's almost unnatural.

"Wow..they're beautiful.."

He expects the reaction, seeing it many times. His eyes held power, and that's what most people saw. It's been a while since anyone has been impressed with just what they can see from the outside. Rather than the conflict on the inside. His encounters with normal people have greatly depleted since Riko's death.

This brings just an inkling of comfort.

"Thank you." He says softly.

You grin.

"You're welcome."

As time goes on, he wonders if it's right to continue to entertain this.

If his enemies were to find out of his newfound interest in you, he has no doubt that you would become a target. He shouldn't become attached. At any moment you could be gone. He's learned to accept that he won't be able to save everyone. No matter how hard he tried.

"You're acting weird."

He blinked.

It's become a habit for him to remove his band around you.

He has nothing to hide.

Not from you.

"Am I?"

"Hai. You're more quiet than usual. Is everything okay?"

How does he answer that question? He could give you a comforting lie. But what would that get him? His fears somehow always manifest.

"It's not. But I'm hoping that they will get better."

You smile.

"I hope so too Gojo-san."

There's no reassurance that you can give, so you offer support and he appreciates it.

"How have you been? I haven't had a chance to visit as often."

"You're a superhero, I don't expect you to come racing. I'll be fine." You lift your arm, flexing and he laughs.

"I wouldn't say I'm a hero."

"You protect people with your power don't you?"

Of course he tried to. But that was his duty. It wasn't so much that he had too, but it just felt right too. What use was having these abilities if he couldn't protect.

"I guess I do."

"Yep, you do. You protected me. You're a hero."

He appreciates the compliment.

Every once in a while, it was nice to hear such earnest praises.

The following night he catches you at the front of your house, just sitting on the porch. His steps slow, and when you notice him, you send a weak smile. He's not sure how, but it's as if you know the war that he's facing is closing in. So these visits would be far and few between.

He takes a seat next to you. You lean your head on his shoulder.

"If you could have one wish, what would it be Gojo-san?"

"Hmm, that's a tough one."

He looked as though he was truly considering the question. Looking out at the many stars littered in the sky, a soft expression settled on his face.

"I would like to live in a world without evil with all of the people I care about."

Your eyes shifted, and his blue eyes glimmered under the dim light.

"That's what I would wish for."

You directed your focus back to the sky, nodding.

"I see."

It felt so easy to confess such an unreachable goal.

"Can I come too?"

It's a soft request that you make, and his hand moves slowly, placing it lightly over your own. He's been hesitant for a while now.

But the touch, it feels right.

"I'd like it if you were there (Y/N)."

You grin.

"I promise I'll fulfill that wish Satoru."

He turned, and you just wore a bright smile. At the back of his mind he knew it was impossible. You were as harmful as a bunny. Yet something about your expression made him believe that it could be obtained.

"Is this..hope.."

He long forgotten what it felt like. It was strange. But he felt himself wearing a similar smile as he nodded.

Silence settled for the remainder of the night as you both just enjoyed the moment of ease.

The very next day, Gojo was called into Jujutsu High.

He felt as though he expected disaster that day.

There was just something in the air that told him that chaos was coming. While he greeted the students from both schools there was a rumble outside. Nanami drew his weapon out of instinct as they all made it outside to view what catastrophe lay ahead, the individuals before them were unexpected.

"Satoru."

Geto stood with his accomplices. Nanami, Mahito and Jogo.

The students lined up. Megumi's fists were raised, Nobara held her hammer, Itadori braced for the inevitable fight that would follow. One by one, each of the students stepped out of the doors. Inumaki and Panda. Maki and Todo. Kamo, Mai and Miwa.

Principal Yaga moved to the frontlines.

"So you've finally decided to declare war." He questioned.

Geto waved his hand uninterested.

"Was there any doubt that we would come?"

Yaga couldn't deny that they expected it.

Just not this soon.

Gojo understood what was about to take place. He'd prepared for it. Even though Geto smiled, he knew it was a mask. Neither of them wanted this. Geto could have easily struck from the shadows, picking them off one by one like the way the others had tried. But he'd come himself this time to make his declaration. Maybe that was it.

The last piece of kindness he offered as a former classmate and friend.

Gojo removed his mask, blue eyes sullen.

His fist clenched, and Geto removed his hands from his robes the very moment that another body appeared.

A pair of sneakers touched the dirt right at the center of both sides and everyone seemed to pause in shock and interest.

"Who is that?"

Megumi questioned, moving closer to Gojo. Nanami adjusted his glasses, and Gojo could only stare.

"(Y/N).."

He didn't understand, it didn't make sense. It was obvious from the uncertain looks of Geto that you weren't an associate of him.

"Is this some kind of trick!!" Jogo fired angrily.

He rushed forward, the same way he'd done in the past. Gojo prepared to intercept. Ready to save you from the upcoming attack. You could see the obvious panic on his face. But you merely smiled, and Jogo's feet were pinned in place. His eye rolled back and his hands dropped at his side. Geto's gaze hardened and no one else made a move.

Gojo had already made it to your side, just as stunned.

"You told me that you wanted a world without evil and pain, is that still what you wish for?"

Gojo was a bit speechless. When he made the statement, it was a selfish musing. But standing next to you, he could almost touch the power that your body was giving off. It made him question his existence. How little he must be capable of not having felt this energy all the other times that you met.

"Is that what you want Satoru?" It was a soft whisper, and he nodded, a single tear streaming down his cheek.

"That's all I want. " He confirmed.

You lifted your hand, wiping the tear from his cheek.

"Then, your wish is my command."

He closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth that washed over his body.

"Senpai!! Quit dozing off!!"

"Hai, hai!"

Riko tugged his arm, pulling him along and Geto smiled from their side.

"Do you think we'll be scolded by Principal Yaga again?" Geto nodded at the question.

"Definitely."

Gojo smiled, slowing his step when they made it to an intersection on the street.

A trail of younger kids followed, and he couldn't help but feel relief as he looked at the children being led by the teacher.

"Utahime-sensei, isn't that your friend?" The young girl asked.

Utahime's gaze turned in Gojo's direction, and she huffed as he waved happily.

"Keep walking kids, we don't talk to strangers."

"Hey, that's a bit cruel!! Utahime-sensei!!"

She ignored him the entire strip down and Riko laughed.

"You should stop messing with her senpai."

He just grinned as they continued on their way to school. Bodies whizzed by, his mind drifted as Geto and Riko conversed back and forth.

They'd met up with Shoko along the way who waved, sucking on her strawberry pop. As they got closer to the school, Riko increased her pace claiming that they would get a punishment for constantly making it on the edge of time. Gojo's shoulder connected with someone when he tried to match pace and the individual stumbled. A book fell, and he kneeled.

"Ah, gomen." He picked up the book, lifting his head.

The second his eyes connected, he froze in place.

You thanked him, bowing your head as you took the book and moved to the side, walking away.

"W-Wait!"

He turned to follow, but you were gone. All he could see were the many students bustling to get to the entrance.

"Senpai, hurry up!!"

The call pulled his focus, and he laughed under his breath.

"Thank you for everything, (Y/N)."

#gojo satoru #change #realities #hurt #deity #powerful #friends #protect #students #jujutsuhigh #getou suguru #past #rikolives #amanai #humor #gojoxreader #war #cursed users #trust

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sugurusmoon · 3 months

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Suguru’s jawline, neck, gauges, ear, hair tendrils, bangs…. Need I say more?

#suguru geto #geto suguru #suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen suguru #jjk geto #curse user #jujutsu kaisen manga #jjk suguru #jjk lover #jujutsu kaisen fandom

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cookinguptales · 1 year

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Now that the post is over 10k and my notes are straight-up unusable...

One thing I wish I'd spelled out more explicitly in the original post because I see this point getting lost on a lot of rebloggers who don't understand why the healthcare thing was such a big deal is like

The subtext I thought would be understood bc I lived back then but apparently has been lost today is that making sure queer employees and their partners had healthcare in the early 90s meant Disney was paying for a lot of AIDS treatment.

This is one reason fundie Christians were so upset and queer employees were so grateful. It's one reason why it was such a controversial decision. It was a major talking point amongst my family, who believed back then that AIDS was a punishment from God.

(Some still do, I think. We don't talk.)

I keep seeing people saying that Disney only chose that option "because of their bottom line" and it's like??? Were you listening??? Disney has been paying for that decision for literally decades, but they've stood by it.

Like... the 90s weren't like now! It wasn't profitable to cater to the queer population of the country back then. They weren't raking in money with this.

It's in no way a perfect company but I fully believe in criticizing people for the specific things they do wrong and praising them for the specific things they do right. Disney has fucked copyright, monopoly, and labor laws and I'm not about to defend that. But they are well known in FL for being friendly to both queer people and disabled people, and that is unambiguously a good thing.

(Like side note, I could talk about Disney and accessibility for days. I have traveled extensively while disabled and no one does it like Disney.)

I've had people reblogging the post like "I straight-up don't believe Disney is an industry leader in equal protections for queer employees" and it's like ??? do you think I just pulled this out of my ass? If you want more information, go look it up! You'll see that this is well-established history. It's not my fault y'all don't read! :|

#I know I know #having a post go viral on tumblr is always a blessing and a curse #I'm happy that the word is getting out to so many people #I genuinely thought this history was more well-known than apparently it is #especially with younger users #but when your post starts doing numbers you have to start dealing with people who always wanna deal with ideas in bad faith #cw:#disney #homophobia #aids

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bet-on-me-13 · 16 days

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Wes ruins everything

Wes had finally done it, he had finally realized why nobody ever belived him about Fenton and Phantom! It made so much sense now, he had been looking for an answer for years, thinking he was going crazy because everybody refused to see the Obvious!

He was Cursed!

He literally had an Ancestoral Curse on his Bloodline that made it so that all those born with the gift of Prophecy would be ignored! A Gift of Prophecy that he apparently had.

It was Cassandra's Curse, the one from Greek Myths. Apparently she was his Great×1000 Grandmother and passed down the Gift (and Curse) of Prophecy to him. And he knew how to break it!

All he needed to do was gather the right resources, chant the correct incantations, make sure not to accidentally summon a Demon in the process, and he could just foist the Curse onto some other poor schmuck. Sure it would suck for them, and he would loose his Gift of Prophecy, but Wes had been ignored for Years at this point, he needed validation!

So he did the Ritual, and he didn't mess it up, and he managed to get rid of the Curse.

Now all he had to do was convince everybody that he was right for the first time in his life! This was going to be great!

...

Cass didn't know what was going on.

A while ago, she had started getting these...gut feelings that she couldn't explain.

She would look over the details of a Case her Family was working on, and see a patern that the others were seemingly ignoring. Like when she realized that The Penguin was about to raid the Docks on the East Side, but the others were convinced it was going to be on the West.

But when she had tried to tell them, they had brushed her off. "We've already concluded that he will begin the Raid on the West side, no need to go to the East."

She had gone anyways, and low and behold she had been right. But nobody even acknowledged that she had been right at all, they had just wondered how they had missed the signs, not even questioning how she had known.

It wasn't limited to Cases either. Even small things, like telling her brother's where the TV remote was were brushed off, and hours later they would still be looking, never even having checked where she told them.

It seemed that no matter what, nobody cared about her point of view anymore. They kept brushing her off, telling her she was wrong, actively ignoring her ideas.

And it was getting worse. They were starting to ignore her more and more, forgetting she was in the room, not calling her down for Dinner, even forgetting to check in on her during Patrol.

She knew that there must be something going on, Magical or otherwise, but when she tried bringing it up with her Dad or JLD, they would also Brush her off.

Her Family was forgetting her. And they didn't even realize it.

...

Danny was not okay at the moment.

When he had gone to school a few weeks ago and noticed everybody staring at him, he didn't give it much thought. Maybe Dash or Paulina had spread another Rumor about him again, not too out of the ordinary.

When his name had been called over the Intercom, he hadn't thought much of that either. His grades were falling even more than usual, so he assumed his Guidance Counselor wanted to have another talk with him.

When he walked into the Principals Office to see both of his Parents and some GIW Agents, that's when he realized something big must have happened.

He didn't have much of a chance to react when the Shields went up, but he did react when the first Ecto-Blast scorched the wall behind him. His Parents began to scream at him as they fired their Blasters, something about replacing somebody? He didn't know, he was pretty preoccupied at the moment.

It took more effort than he cared to admit to escape the Room, but a stray shot to the hidden Shield Projector under the Principals Desk proved to be his saving grace. Unfortunately the moment he escaped the Office, he was met with a veritable Army of GIW Agents, all armed to the Teeth with Weapons he had never even seen before.

He managed to get away for a moment, hiding in the Bathroom as the Agents chasing him passed it by. That's when he met Wes.

He obviously hadn't been expecting him, but the moment he saw him Wes put on a smug look. "Oh hi Fenton, trying to get away from the other students?"

Danny had replied with confusion, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"I finally managed to convince everybody about you, now everyone knows that you're Phantom! I'll bet you're hiding from all of the other Students hounding you for questions right?"

"...it was you?"

"Yeah, so? I finally get to be right!"

"...You absolute MORON-"

That was the last Danny got to say to Wes before an Ecto-Blast launched him through a Wall, seeing his face morph into a look of Shock just before the dust cloud covered it up.

Since that day, Danny had been on the Run. Nowhere was safe anymore now that the GIW knew both his Human and Ghost's faces, but he had to keep running. He crossed state Lines already, and was on his way to the next Ecto-Rich City he could sense, somewhere in New Jersey.

He cursed his Fenton Luck every day. Why had everybody believed Wes this time?! Nobody had ever belived him before, nobody even seemed to acknowledge his existence after a while! What had changed?

Danny just wanted to rest already.

...

Cass had taken to Patrolling alone recently. She had taken to doing a lot of things alone, actually.

After the first month, it seemed that nobody could remember that she was in the room with them, even if she was within their eyeline, she just faded into the background. By the 2 Month Mark they had stopped talking to her entirely, although occasionally she would get a Text or two from her dad. By the 3 month Mark she was completely invisible, and By the 5th she had been forced to get used to it.

She didn't know what was going on, was it a Meta Ability? Magic? Alien Tech? She had no idea.

She had begun to cook for herself after the first time Alfred forgot to set her Plate at the Table. The same with Washing her own Clothes, Cleaning her Room, and Paying her Phone Bills. At the very least the Automated Allowance Payments to her Account had kept up, or she wouldn't have been able to go to her favorite Cafe anymore.

It was bittersweet for her. She used to go to that Cafe every week with Alfred, but he didn't even come on his own anymore. Had he only come for her? Did she really mean that much to them? It hurt, she finally had a family that cared for her and suddenly she didn't exist to them.

She sat alone at a Table, ignored by everyone in the Cafe as usual, when a new face walked in. He looked about her age, a little roughed up, walking with a sort of cautious gaint, as if he was scared of something. His Body Language seemed to agree with her assessment, as his body practically screamed "Worry" in its movements.

Cass stopped watching at that point. Just another Gotham Teen, probably worried over something like getting not having enough money or getting mugged on the way home. It was a Common sight in Gotham.

She attention was pricked again for a moment when she heard a voice speak up. "Uh, can I sit here?"

She ignored it, he wasn't talking to her.

"Um, excuse me? Miss? Could I sit here?" He repeated.

She ignored him again, he wasn't talking to her. Nobody talked to her.

"Hello? Do you have Earbuds in?" He said, and he waved his hand in front of her face.

Her face. He waved his hand. In front of Her Face.

He was talking to her.

She looked up at him sharply, seeming to startle him for a moment before he asked, "So, is that a no?"

"You can see me?" She asked.

He looked a bit bewildered, but replied "Uh, yeah? Why would I not? Are you...a Ghost?". That last part sounded a bit suspicious.

"No. Not a Ghost. But nobody sees me. Ever. Nobody remembers me." She replied. She had never spoken this much to anybody outside of her Family, but in the past few weeks she had been starved for interaction.

He seemed slightly interested, and sat down at her table. He looked her in the eyes, and said "Do you...talk about it?"

She smiled. He could see her.

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Batman #Cassandra Cain #Cassandra's Curse #Wes Weston has Cassandra's Curse #He manages to get rid of it and foists it onto a random person #That being Cassandra Cain (because irony)#The Cassandra Curse works a bit differently here #The User will slowly become less relevant and more ignored in the lives of the people around them #Until nobody can even be bothered to remember they exist and the Prophecy they speak becomes utterly useless #Ever wonder why Wes isn't an actual character in the Show? It's because everybody including the Audience forgot about his ramblings #Danny is unaffected because of Ghost Shenanigans #Wes Weston reveal Danny Phantom #He was so obsessed with finally being right that he didn't think of the consequences #He's still a moron though and doesn't have a way to undo it #Danny is on the Run #This is Cass/Danny if you didn't catch on #Danny has been Unseen because hasn't been able to talk to people for months due to being on the run #Cass has been Unseen for months because that's when she was cursed #Both haven't talked to another person is so long and it is relieving #They live together Unseen for Months since they don't know how to fix either of their situations #Dead Silent #That's their Ship name right?#Had to reference the Shipping Chart

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cringefail-clown · 4 days

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shoutout to my best buddy in highschool who once told me "you speak like how tumblr users write their textposts" and i was mortified for a second but then realization hit me and i rebutted with "wait how do YOU know how tumblr users write their textposts???" and we were both like

#ive been on this hellsite for circa 13 years at this point im the bearer of a curse sigh #she never told me her user btw. neither did i told her mine. its a sacred thing

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 1 month

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||The cursed treasure hunt||

reserved au rp with @demon-blood-youths

"Anything yet?" Megumi blinks to hear this but he looks from his cell phone. He didn't know what was going on, giving the thought that something might have happened. Gojo was told Kisho still was on his on going mission to find the cursed items that came from that party. However, it leaves another wondering what was going on. He did have some help along the way so it was something.

Right now, Megumi was told by Gojo to check on him but he was not answering the text messages he sent a while ago. "I don't think so. I can try to call him and see if he can answer the phone instead. Or maybe something is effecting the signal."

"I guess that's possible but give it a shot." Yuji said. Megumi nods and goes to do that, seeing Kisho's number and hits speed dial and waits for him to find something.

"I'm sure they are fine you two..just call them and we will see their fine." Nobara said. Miko agrees hoping they were alright. She wanted to go with them but she was still on stand by to recover.

"S..same here..." she mutters seeing Megumi still waiting for Kisho to pick up.

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prideandprejudice · 10 months

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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of The Black Pearl (2003) dir. Gore Verbinski

#filmedit #pirates of the caribbean: the curse of the black pearl #pirates of the caribbean #userraffa #useraurore #usersavana #tuserhan #usernani #user-clara #tusercarol #usersaoirse #userjack #noalook #film #by tha

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 5 months

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there was no place in nature we could meet ; suguru geto

synopsis; it’s never fun to run into an ex. especially when the ex in question is your unfairly handsome high school sweetheart — who also just so happens to be a wanted mass murderer.

word count; 3.3k

contents; suguru geto/reader, gn!reader, geto-typical angst, exes to [redacted], lots of longing, geto is kind of a cunt but also disgustingly charming, reader is understandably upset, biblical imagery (i just think he’s so serpent coded), curse user geto is his own warning tbh

a/n; i wanted this to be a drabble so bad but it ended up just a little too long for me to get away w it so … :’3 yeah. i hate suguru geto (said w affection)

the moon is out.

in the shadows of the street corner you find yourself in, seated comfortably on the sidewalk, it’s a welcome distraction. something to look at, in the midst of your loneliness; the evanescent glow of the moon, illuminating your solitude.

a solitude soon to be broken. shattered into pieces, battered and bruised beyond recognition, jagged shards littering the asphalt. digging into the soles of your shoes.

”hey.”

for a second, you think you must be dreaming.

the figure obscuring the light of the lamp post in front of you is familiar. too familiar, a little too dear for your liking. as you grasp your shitty cup ramen, seeking the warmth seeping through the polystyrene, all you can do is stare. blinking dumbly, drowsily.

geto looks something like a bad omen.

sharp facial features, even sharper eyes. so dark they almost shift from an amber-tainted cedar into an obsidian black — two abysses, staring into your soul, beckoning you closer. they were always enchanting, but now you think they look almost hypnotizing. not at all in a good way. dark hair frames his face, cascading down his back, longer than you remember it being. and he’s wearing robes.

still has those fucked up bangs, though. of all the things to keep.

the gears of your mind turn, endlessly, untangling the mess of thoughts inside your brain. ensuring you that no, you are not hallucinating, and no, you didn’t fall into a deep slumber somewhere between the moment you exited the convenience store and sat down by one of tokyo’s empty street corners. this is real. a reality you can’t comprehend, can’t even begin to process.

what stands in front of you is a ghost. but ghosts don’t exist, can’t be seen, can’t touch the living.

(so how is he able to haunt you like this?)

what eventually jolts you out of your silent stupor is not the questioning tilt of his head, nor the suffocating sensation of your heart crawling up your throat, but the feeling of soft fur against your leg. the stray cat you met further down the street meows at you, sweetly, trying to get your attention. you think she must be asking for more grilled fish.

so, completely ignoring the apparition in front of you, you turn to reach for the little plastic bag you bought as a midnight snack — digging out a bit of fish for the kitty to enjoy. she seems happy, settling down by your feet. purring softly.

geto watches, eerily silent.

(maybe he’s upset that you’re ruining his dramatic entrance. you hope so.)

finally, you have no choice but to look at him. a lump forms in the back of your throat, clogging up a little more for every second spent falling into the trap he’s laid out for you, trailing over his moonlit features with your tired gaze.

mouth full of noodles, staring holes into his attire, you narrow your eyes. suddenly disgruntled.

his lips quirk up. ”something the matter?” he asks, and you can’t even begin to describe how much you hate his voice. how devastatingly deep it is, during the late hours of the night. even deeper than it was back in high school.

slurping up the soggy noodles, you lean back a little, licking some broth off your lips. finally meeting those abyssal eyes.

”… i was gonna say those robes look like shit on you,” you exhale, weary, ”but you actually kinda pull them off. that’s…”

a beat. you struggle to find the right word.

”annoying.”

geto’s lips curl up, smoothly, and you find a hint of familiar amusement in the vague crinkle of his eyes. barely visible crows’ feet. then he’s moving — plopping down right beside you, robes fluttering with the breeze.

”thanks,” he hums. crossing his legs.

the silence that festers around you is odd. not quite suffocating, nor especially fragile. definitely not comforting. it’s familiar, yet different, and it hurts a bit more than it should. but you choose to look at him, out of the corner of your eye, and he looks right back at you. still smiling.

when your eyes settle on the particular cloth wrapped around his torso, you just barely manage to bite back a taunting chuckle.

”a gojo-kesa, huh?” you grin, and geto doesn’t flinch. he doesn’t miss the meaningful glint in your eyes, either. almost satirical. ”you miss him that much?”

”just a coincidence,” is all he answers. smiling, but you think it looks a little stiff.

your grin widens, for a second, before settling back down. a sad transition. you let it go.

”whatever you say, geto.”

at that, he visibly reacts. barely noticeable, but it’s there — a twitch of his lithe fingers, an unknown something that flickers through the scope of his iris. when he looks at you, a neutral smile is playing at his lips.

”ah. i take it we’re not on first name basis anymore, then?” he asks, jovial. hiding a tinge of something mildly displeased.

a shrug. you pick at what’s left of your ramen with your chopsticks, a little too nauseous to enjoy it. ”call me whatever you want. i just don’t see suguru when i look at you, y’know?” leaning forward, you begin to pet the kitty by your feet. ”he was sweeter.”

geto smiles. almost a grin, but not quite there. a chuckle spills out from his lips, and something about it irritates you. ”was he?”

”yeah,” you nod. without hesitation. a summer-stained memory blooms behind your eyelids, but you try not to look at it. all you catch is a glimpse of cherry blossoms. ”you just seem bitter.”

the grin that finds its way onto your lips is self-deprecating. a shadow falls over your face. ”guess we’re similar in that way, huh?”

a hum buzzes in his throat. he casts a meaningful glance towards your hand, scratching behind the cat’s ear. ”oh, i don’t know about that,” he drawls, smile growing. ”.. you seem just as sweet as always.”

to your grave annoyance, you can’t control the way your face changes at his words. a twitch of your lips gives away your discontentment, and something sour settles on the tip of your tongue.

(your blood begins to boil, beneath your skin.)

geto sighs, suddenly, filling the tense silence surrounding you. a little theatrical. ”ah, but that’s a shame.” he turns to you, soft pout playing at his lips. ”i was hoping i could hear you call me suguru again…”

”— i was hoping you’d come back.”

a beat.

(somewhere outside your vision, a crow takes flight into the night sky. swallowed by the darkness, melting into the sea of black. no longer perceivable, by you or the world.)

”but you never did,” the polystyrene of the plastic cup crinkles beneath your fingers. your eyes look dull. ”so what the fuck do you want, exactly?”

…

”i heard.” geto rests his jaw on the heel of his palm, gazing at you with those piercing eyes. like he’s trying to see inside your brain. ”.. about your decision.”

”ah,” a grin splits across the curve of your lips, showing off the white of your teeth. ”of course. that’s what this is about, huh?”

with groggy movements, you throw away your nearly-empty cup of noodles, haphazardly aiming towards a trash can across the street. it bounces off the steel cover, landing on the ground with a soft thud. leftover broth spilling out across the pavement.

(geto doesn’t bother to hide his amusement, lips twitching upwards as one of his curses goes to pick it up. you furrow your brows in embarrassed annoyance.)

a moment passes, and something in you knows that he’s waiting. it’s like you can practically sense it, like it’s etched into your bones. the same way you always knew exactly when he would begin to get impatient during your nightly convenience store runs in high school, after you had spent about five minutes struggling to decide what kind of chips you wanted.

”what can i say,” you lean back, palms against the rough concrete. breathing in the midnight air. ”you inspired me.”

geto tilts his head. smiling. always, always smiling. he smiled at you the day before he massacred that village, too. ”oh?”

with a deep breath, cool air courses through your body. burning your lungs. ”i realized being a sorcerer is completely fucking meaningless,” you exhale through your nose. ”and that trying to change that fact is even more meaningless.”

a wicked, rueful grin rests on your lips. ”so i left.”

geto doesn’t say anything, so you continue. voice dripping with venom.

”i’m a civilian now,” you purr, mocking. a sardonic coo cast his way. ”does that bother you? feel like killing me?”

…

his smile looks a little off, now. tilted in a direction you don’t want to recognize. you don’t care to examine it further, don’t care to figure out if it might look just a little bit sad, because that’d only hurt more.

so you look away.

a click of his tongue. then he speaks, with that honeyed voice, raspy and husky. almost a groan. ”well, i can’t say i approve.”

he’s looking at you. sharp eyes digging into your skin, dissecting you, a million words he expects you to grasp from that look alone.

”you’re better than them,” he states, and you try not to squirm when his eyes trail over your features. ”worlds better.” his voice sounds almost motherly, a twisted concern that makes you cower a little. like he’s scolding you. a crease between his brows.

”i don’t like the thought of you surrounded by these animals.”

a huff pushes past your lips, but it sounds shakier than you’d like it to. you hope he just chalks it up to the chill of the air. then again, when has he ever made anything easy for you?

”what, you got a problem with cats now?” you reach for the little furball licking grilled fish off the concrete, picking it up. cradling it close. ”gonna go on a cat-killing spree?”

an amused exhale. geto narrows his eyes. ”funny,” he hums, but his eyes say you know what i mean.

it takes you a moment to regain control over your breathing. there’s still something tense in your shoulders, and your heart still feels a little like it might jump out of your throat and crawl into his lap. the stray cat slips from your grasp, moving towards geto, curiously sniffing at his robes. he looks at it with no ill intent, and it puts you at ease.

”well, i appreciate the concern, buddy,” you pat his back, trying not to flinch at the contact. trying to appear relaxed. ”but frankly, i don’t give a shit. i actually like my job, unlike literally every single sorcerer on planet earth.”

geto stills.

”.. buddy?” he echoes, ignoring every other bitter word you just graced him with. for some reason, he actually seems visibly bothered. ”i’m buddy now?”

you click your tongue. muttering, tiredly. a little exasperated. ”.. what else would you be?”

and then he smiles, again. only this time, it looks oddly genuine. the same as you remember, framed by cherry blossoms and the fizzle of youth.

his movements are smooth. like he’s completely unguarded, like this situation doesn’t bother him in the slightest. elegant, in the way he leans back, palms on the concrete to support his weight. keeping eye contact with you, all the while.

when he speaks, his voice has a sweet tinge to it. nostalgic, maybe. wistful. if you hear a touch of longing, you choose to ignore it.

”i seem to recall you calling me baby quite a lot,” he hums, and you stiffen. gritting your teeth. eyes darkening, but he continues. ”what else was there? angel, i think… it was sweet.”

then he’s leaning forward. scratching the cat under its chin, gently. ”ironic, though.”

an inhale. then, an exhale. they’re a little shaky, a little meek, but at least they make the lump in your throat feel less like it’s blocking your windpipe. air fills your lungs, but it tastes like nothing at all.

something like sorrow simmers in your eyes. or maybe more like fatigue. god, you really want to cry.

(you wonder if he gets some sickening satisfaction out of seeing you like this, out of breaking you. maybe it just makes him feel rotten. you don’t know what you’d prefer.)

”suguru,” you murmur, at last. voice dripping with exhaustion. defeated, the sigh that flows from your lips. ”why did you come here?”

…

”join me.”

the words spill out into the open air, slicing the silence in half. heavy. a request, not a question. against your better judgement, you turn your head to meet his gaze.

”we could use you,” he says, and there’s hope in those keen eyes. he maintains his distance, but for some reason you still feel like prey being sized up by a predator. like he’s weighing your value.

a chuckle slips from your lips, but there’s no humour to it. ”use me…” you echo, a tired murmur under your breath. ”you're just straight up admitting it, huh? kinda refreshing.”

”that’s not what i meant.”

he inches closer. slowly, as if trying not to scare you. reaching out, to brush through your bangs, his fingertips ghosting over your skin. tangling them between your locks, inserting himself into your space. testing the waters.

you don’t look at him, completely still. barely breathing. like a wounded animal.

”i want you there,” he says, and it comes out almost as a whisper. ”with us.”

unable to resist the temptation, you indulge in a single brief glance his way. his eyes look warm, and his lips look soft as they part.

”with me.”

there’s a devotion to his voice when he continues, one he’s always had. one you thought you’d always be able to trust. ”i’ll create a world where you can be happy,” he vows. ”i swear it.”

a moment passes.

(you swallow thickly. it takes everything you have not to burst into tears. when you remember how he brushed you off, back then, it gets a little easier. when you remember all the skipped meals.)

”.. like you give a damn.”

geto smiles. you loathe how soft it looks, how similar it is to the one suguru always had. when you used to eat your ramen too quickly and started choking on it, and he brought a palm to your upper back, patting it gently. he’d chuckle, and tell you to slow down, and the softness of his smile would almost be enough to distract you from the amusement in his eyes.

”my love.”

you flinch. breath drawing back at the base of your throat, heart screeching to a halt, and some part of you emerges; the shy, sweet kid you used to be. hanging on to his every world. like he was your sun, your guiding light. back when that purr of my love had you blushing furiously, not choking back a string of curses.

it’s sudden, and you can’t react the way you want to. you want to kill him for calling you that. for thinking he has any right to call you his, anymore.

but that sweet, naive, innocent little kid still exists. even if you want to pretend otherwise. it’s there, somewhere, that part of you — peeking out from behind the curtain. and it stops you from saying anything that might hurt him.

(it’s so hard to hate him when he calls you that.)

if geto notices your inner turmoil — he must — then he doesn’t mention it. you don’t say anything, but you hope the amused, harsh exhale you partake in is signal enough for him to cut it off. now.

yet he continues. there’s love in his voice when he speaks, barely contained. if he’s trying not to hurt you he’s doing an awful job.

”… i never stopped thinking of you,” he whispers, so low you almost miss it. ”not once. i left for you, not just for myself.”

and, despite every part of your being resisting it, a sweetness settles on your tongue. so sweet it’s sickening; the thought that maybe he’s telling the truth, maybe he really has been thinking of you. maybe you’re more to him than just a means to meet an end, or a memory yet to be buried.

geto looks at the moon. bathed in moonlight, he looks a little like a god. like something reverent. his voice is honeyed. low, like a secret.

”this world doesn't deserve you.”

silence.

a subtle anger trickles through your veins, a kind of fury, subdued, carefully tucked away. sparking to life inside the depths of your eyes when you look at him. bitter, given everything. but your voice still comes out sounding something like a plea.

”and you think you do?”

another smile. this time, it looks a little sad. remorseful, maybe. ”… let me prove myself.”

his touch burns. the pads of his fingers against your cold skin, cupping your cheek. slithering down to grasp your hand. and you’re pliant, unable to react. just sitting with that aching hollow feeling in your chest.

”i wasn’t worthy, back then,” he hums, bringing your hand to his lips. ”but now…”

a kiss to your knuckle. featherlight. reverent. you try not to shiver, but when he says your name, dragging each syllable out, like they belong on his tongue —

a chill runs down your spine.

when he speaks, you feel his warm breath on your skin. it’s dizzying. ”i’m not the same suguru you once knew,” he admits, a forlorn look in his eyes. and devotion, frighteningly sincere. ”unlike him — i’ll never let you go.”

what a twisted desire. he wants to take you with him, drag you down to hell. the suguru you knew wouldn’t put you through that. but maybe you’re even more twisted, for wishing he had; for wishing he had taken you with him, ten years ago, instead of leaving without a single goodbye.

geto’s voice is soft. coaxing, like he's handling a frightened mouse. join me, he whispers, and you think of eve. when you look at his mouth you think you see serpents’ teeth behind his lips.

(you're almost sure he notices it. and you're almost sure his smile widens, lips curling up, as if preparing to open his maw and swallow you whole.)

a sickening sense of resignation roots itself somewhere in your gut.

you pull your hand away, and he lets you. the loss of warmth hits you like a freight train, but you aren’t sure you could think clearly with his skin on yours. when you part your lips to speak, only air comes out, just barely forming a sentence. like there are no more words to say. like the world stopped spinning around you both a lifetime ago.

”i don't love you.”

…

for just a second, his smile falters.

”.. no?” he hums, and you wish it didn’t hurt so bad to see him hurt. his eyes carry a kind of patience, something gentle. ”it’s fine… these things take time.”

a bitter chuckle. ”like you’d know anything about waiting,” you spit, and it comes out sounding venomous. a phantom ache sprouts in the spot where his lips touched your skin.

geto closes his eyes.

”.. you don't need to love me,” he says, finally. kind. you hate that he still sounds so kind. so understanding, like nothing you do could be wrong in his eyes. ”as long as you're beside me, that's enough.”

he turns to look at you, and his smile looks very real, for a moment. impossibly fond. ”i have two daughters. i’ve told them about you,” he smiles. ”my family… you’d like them. i know they’d like you.”

dark clouds cover the moon, suddenly, and a shadow falls across you both. illuminated only by the streetlight. in the distance, you hear a car whooshing by.

”don’t stay at the bottom,” he beckons, and your name slips from his lips again. soft, his tongue bending around the vowels. coaxing. stirring your heartstrings like a puppeteer.

then he’s standing up, dusting off his robes, large hands smoothing down the fabric. turning around, towering over you; obscuring everything else. all you see is him, under the glow of the lamp post. a halo of artificial light.

”come. let me show you the world we can create.”

he gives you a sweet smile, two abysses gazing at you. the promise of something, something twisted. something new. forbidden. you think of red skin, yellow flesh. the bite of sin.

and for a second, you see it. the world. a world where laughter comes from the bottom of your gut, and the trees are always ripe for picking, red apples hanging from the branches like glowing rubies.

paradise.

geto stretches a hand out towards you. fingers unfurling, one by one, like a blooming camellia. close, right there in front of you, so close that you’re tempted to take his hand in yours, let him carry you away. burn everything else to the ground.

(you think of the serpent. you think of god.

only one of them banished eve.)

”so,” he smiles. ”what do you say?”

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romancegifs · 10 months

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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of The Black Pearl (2003) dir. Gore Verbinski

#filmedit #pirates of the caribbean: the curse of the black pearl #pirates of the caribbean #filmgifs #useraurore #usersavana #userpayel #userjack #user-clara #tuserhan #usernani #noalook #userraffa #usersaoirse #2000s #gore verbinski #gifs #by tha

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thundersbugs · 1 month

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pocket sized murder bfs <3

+ no blood version under the cut :)

#blood warning #tw blood #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #stsg #sugusato #sgst #gego #夏五 #geto suguru #gojo satoru #curse user au #fanart #mika's art

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animeloverskylarmoon · 2 years

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Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen)- Oneshot

"Let her go."

The words are spoken with very little emotion.

The monster holding the little girl just tilts its head with a wider grin.

"Get to-"

You skate forward, and it moves to jump back. The second it turns, your hand goes into its gut. The shock is clear on its face, as well as the trembling girl. It's only a matter of seconds before it vanishes in thin air. The girl drops from its hold, and you catch her, whipping the blood off your hand.

"You're safe."

She's sobbing, and you hold her tight as you jump from the window of the building. You aren't sure where she'd gotten taken from, so you move to the police station. After a few calls, her parents were racing into the precinct looking frantic and deprived of sleep. You smile at the reunion. It's obvious they'd been searching tirelessly since she left their sight.

"Arigatou!!"

They both bow.

You do the same, waving at the girl as they exit. Rolling your arm, you walk out. It'll be quite a trip back to your house. You'd made the journey on impulse. The next train to your place wouldn't be for about another hour. Sighing, you walk up the hill.

"You're stronger than I gave you credit for." The voice makes you jump, and you backtrack. A man lands before you, hands in his pockets.

"How would you like to put those abilities to better use?" You swallow. The male standing in front of you exudes power. You can practically see it.

"From your cursed energy, I don't think I have much of a choice." In battle, it's clear he'd win easily. That doesn't mean you wouldn't put up a fight.

"Who are you?"

The least he can do is tell you that.

He holds out a hand for you with a cocky smile.

"Gojo Satoru, nice to meet you."

Yeah, this one would be trouble.

~Present~

"You really need to stop leaving your door unlocked (Y/N)-san."

You shriek, and the second you see that head of white hair, you blush.

"G-Gojo-sensei!!"

"Hey, no need for the Sensei, how many times do I have to tell you."

"H-Hai!"

You were still bowing and Gojo sweat drops.

"I guess that's expecting too much."

He leans against your wall.

"I heard what happened with the special grade." His head is turned in the direction of your bandaged arm. You hide it behind your back.

"I'm okay. I let my guard down. It won't happen again. You would have never made that mistake. I apologize for disappointing you Sensei."

Gojo doesn't say anything.

"She's been this way since that day.."

Although your meeting was abrupt, when he'd explained his interest in your abilities and his cause, you joined without a second thought. He's taken you under his wing. That was just a few years ago. Now here you stood, an upstanding jujutsu sorcerer. You never once questioned his methods of training. Not after the mistake you'd made in a prior case. You did everything to the best of your ability. Suffered every trial without complaint. You were a model student. A part of him had taken you up because he saw something familiar in your eyes. Something that he used to see in himself.

It was weird, the both of you were nothing alike. Yet here he was, looking in on you.

"You'd never disappoint me (Y/N)." He sounds serious now, and you lift your head.

"I'm glad you're okay." Your eyes light up.

"Sensei..."

He can see your eyes watering and he pats your head.

"Alright, alright calm down."

"I can't, Sensei is just so amazing!" You continue to bawl. Gojo looks away.

"I'm not that great."

You wipe your eyes.

"What do you mean? You even took a weakling like me under your wing. So noble!"

Gojo uses his thumb to slide under his blindfold. When he pulls it down, all you can do is stare. The brightness emitted from those orbs always catch you off guard.

"You should be careful of the praise you give me, especially when you're so adorably defenseless." His tone seems a bit different, and the hand on your head slides to your cheek. You aren't sure what to say.

"S-Sensei..?"

You aren't sure what's really happening right now.

Something in his eyes changes, and he retreats. He takes a step back, pulling up his blindfold.

"Well, I should get going. See ya!" He sounds like his old peppy self. All you do is stare when he walks out the door.

You touch your cheek.

"What...was that just now?"

A memory filters through.

One you thought you'd forgotten.

"Are you done?"

Picking yourself off the ground, you hold your stomach.

"It's been three hours, how does he still have so much energy?" You grunt at the pain racking through your body.

"How long will it be until my body gives out."

You were at the edge of both stamina and cursed energy. If he were to land a blow right now, you'd be done.

"I guess that's it." His words feel mocking.

You bit your lip.

"Don't look down on me!!"

It was infuriating. He knew his power, and he never failed to flaunt it in front of your face. You flinch when he's suddenly right in front of you. The best you can do is protect your face. A head shot would guarantee his victory.

Instead of taking the opening, his palm lands on your cheek.

"That loss was not your fault."

Your eyes shake, and Gojo watches the tears that slowly make their way down your cheeks. You clenched your fists as the droplets hit the ground.

"I should have known..it didn't make sense why she was out there all alone. H-He killed her and then took the shape of her body to trick her parents." You whimpered, lips quivering.

"I should have paid closer attention. We were both reckless. You did what you thought was right."

It doesn't feel that way. You can't get the image of the happy family out of your head. Both parents had been killed by the hands of a talented cursed user who manipulated the entire thing.

You feel your knees go weak, and Gojo supports you as you lean on him, crying.

He's always been good at helping you through pain. It's possible that he's been through so much that he knows just what to say. That day, it was the point you realized just how incredible Gojo was. Since then you'd done nothing but put your absolute faith in him. Both as a mentor and a friend.

The next morning you're on your way back to your class. Unlike Gojo you actually tried to do the job you were being paid for. Training the students of Jujutsu Tech feels like you're calling. Something you wouldn't have been introduced to if not for Gojo. You're grateful to him for much more than just training experience. The day seems to go by without error. You're almost sad when the day is over. Packing up your things, you begin making your way out of the room. You're not surprised when you turn and see Gojo at the entrance of your class. He waves.

"Yo."

You smile.

"How are your students Gojo-sensei?"

"When are you going to drop the sensei (Y/N)-san?" He sounds like a child and you giggle.

"It feels a bit disrespectful to call you anything else. What would you prefer?" You'll probably still address him the way you always have regardless of his request.

"How about, lover."

You're still smiling, because you haven't internalized what he just said. It takes a while. The realization is slow, and your eyes widen. You drop the bag in your hand in shock. It doesn't even hit the floor. Gojo is at your side in a blink, and he grabs the strap. You just gape.

"L-L-L-Lover!!"

"Was I unclear?"

He placed the bag down on the desk, and you backed up waving your hands.

"A-Are you feeling okay! Did Nanami give you some spoiled tea or something!! S-Sen-" You barely process much, because now your back is pressed onto your table. You're lying down, and Gojo is standing above, slipping between your parted legs as he places his hands on the sides of your head. You can't get a word out.

"Stop calling me Sensei."

He doesn't appear angry, but that sounds like an order.

"You're not a student. Stop belittling your abilities. I didn't train you for your praise (Y/N). Nor am I protective of you because I'm the one who brought you into this situation. I treasure you, more than my own life."

Your orbs shake with every honest confession.

"Stop undermining my feelings for you by putting up a false barrier of a teacher-student relationship."

It's hard to deny, but he's right. You've held feelings for him for so long, but a part of you has made sure to keep those thoughts at the very back of your mind. In your line of work, death was usually a guarantee. It was foolish to pursue any kind of relationship when you know any day you could die, or he could.

"W-What am I supposed to do!" You're yelling at him. You don't ever want to have to deal with the pain of losing anyone again.

"Trust that you're strong enough, that we both are." You sniffle, rubbing your cheeks.

"Y-You're the strongest Gojo." You're still somewhat sobbing, but Gojo smiles.

"That's the first time she's used my name."

"I know I am. "

There's that arrogance. You giggle softly.

"Then I guess we don't have to worry about anything."

"You don't. Because if anyone dares to lay a hand on you, I'll kill them myself."

He won't let harm come to you.

That was a guarantee.

#gojou satoru x reader #cute #power #cursedenergy #trust #mentor #gojo satoru #Jujutsu Kaisen #student #loss #protective #mutual attraction #feelings #denial #truth #understanding #Mutual respect #cursed users

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deathshallbethelastenemy · 9 months

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where you go, i go (2)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie

Part 2 of what you see, i see

She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.

The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.

She almost cried on the spot.

Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.

She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.

Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.

She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.

She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.

She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.

A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.

Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.

She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.

It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.

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The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.

Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.

A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"

She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.

She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.

A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.

"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."

And she did.

She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?

A sob violently escaped her.

This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.

Aching and alone.

Desperate and searching.

Wanted and unwanted.

Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.

She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.

She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.

The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?

An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.

She kept her eyes closed.

She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.

Hours had passed.