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★ ─── KILLSWITCH LULLABY . . . ( 04 )

warnings. cursing, toji vs parenting, in a world where toji actually takes care of baby gumi, gumi is at least 8 months old, non! sorcerer au, infant doctor! reader, toji uses the zenin clan name, but baby gumi is a fushiguro (takes after his mother), reader wears a light pink colored lip balm.

note. this is also a little rushed, and it is not proofread.

-> series masterlist.

toji's always been told that he was a fast learner in the past — and he never has really accustomed himself as one. until he's managed to perfect his first latte art after just a few days of training, considering he's a beginner revolving coffee, creamer, latte art; it's amazing.

"you're a fast one, aren't you? where've you been all this time?" (cousin) crossed his arms, leaning his hip onto the counter behind toji.

"this is easy," toji mutters out, the coffee cup sitting tight on the palm of his hand — he looks at the half-full cafe, megumi squirming around in his slightly oversized blue colored onesie, "stop movin' around, megumi."

"think he should be crawling around at that age," toji hears your cousin chimes in, eyeing megumi who has been squirming uncomfortably non-stop for at least the last ten minutes, "has he ever crawled before?"

now that he thinks about it — toji has never really seen megumi crawl, the most is sit up right. but other than that, toji has been megumi's main transport, carrying the infant everywhere they go, "not really, i've been carrying him everywhere i go."

"try to let him crawl, 'ts a good feeling to see your baby crawl for the first time, y'know?"

toji nods his head, he stares down at megumi who's now stopped squirming — just staring from one person to another with his doe eyes. coming from a thirty-two year old man with two kids, toji knew (cousin) has much more experience than he does, and in all honesty; he was in no position to refuse any kind of help he could get with his baby.

the door to the cafe opens, letting a soft jingle from the bell hanging right by it echo. your cousin detached his hip from the counter and walked towards where the register was, "huh, fancy seeing you here early in the day, y/n. the usual?"

toji eyed you, his thick digits wrapping around megumi's little foot, pressing on it awkwardly.

"break time. figure i might drop by y'know? i haven't been here for a few days," you answered, eyeing the menu, "and no, not the usual. i'm actually craving for some hot chocolate right now."

"small? medium? large?" (cousin) questions, "and doesn't your break end in like . . . half an hour."

"large," taking out your wallet — you slip a bill in between your fingers, "can you put chocolate powder on top of it? thanks," and then the bill went into (cousin)'s hold.

"right, right. oh, and how long did it take for you to learn latte art again?" he asks, handing you a few silver coinages, "almost a month? three weeks?"

rolling your eyes, you spoke, "are you going to make fun of me again? i thought we were past this thing, and yes — three weeks."

(cousin) chuckled softly, ripping the bill that had just printed out, "mr. fushiguro there," he points at toji, "just perfected his first latte art, in just a few days, you've got competition. hell, y/n — why couldn't you have met him earlier, huh?"

"first of all, i'm a doctor, considering how i even managed to learn how to perfect a latte art is good enough, right?" toji raised his shoulders up a bit, a slight smirk appearing on his lips at your defensive statement, "good job though, a few days is something to be proud of."

"so . . . keep toji and little megs company while i get your drink ready," your cousin cheekily winked, backing away as he handed you your bill.

moving aside, you approached the bar table and sat on the stool, "seems like you're having fun with this job, how's (cousin) treating you, hm?"

toji looks back at your cousin briefly before looking back at you, "having fun . . ?" having fun isn't really the term to describe toji's state today — he was erratic at the fact that he's managed to keep a job for almost a week with his son strapped to his chest for his whole shift, "i guess i am in a way. and he's helpful. i guess?"

the uncertainty in his voice made you laugh, "you guess . . ? i mean — he's been hell to me when i asked him to teach me some basic latte art, 'ts like asking your father to teach you how to drive, you know?" toji raised a brow in confusion.

"i leave you for like one minute and you're shit-talking me y/n? i thought we were buddies," (cousin) chimed in, ripping a piece of paper towel from by toji's side before turning his back to you again.

"see what i mean?" toji nods his head mutely.

"hi baby gumi," you waved your fingers at the infant, and him responding by letting out a strained giggle, his little body vibrating in euphoria, "aren't you a happy one today? all dressed in a nice onesie too."

as if megumi understood what you were saying, his body hopped happily. babbling incoherently.

not even five minutes later, your cousin popped by toji's side with a large paper cup of hot chocolate, "hot chocolate with powdered chocolate on top."

"thanks."

"so," (cousin) pointed his index finger accusingly at you and toji, "the both of you were talking about me, weren't you?"

"oh, come on — it's nothing serious. just the fact you contrast your personality between toji and i," toji faced your cousin for a few seconds.

"shut up, you grew out of my personality. thank me or something," you took an annoyed sip from the cup, leaving an oily pink stain copy of your lips on the paper material of the cup, "look at you, being able to make a latte art because i taught you."

"right, whatever floats your boat," you replied to him, "break ends in twenty minutes, gotta go."

toji nodded his head your way in acknowledgement, and your cousin shot back a smile before his brows furrowed, "wait! — so, you'll be back here after closing hours?"

you nodded in response, "probably, why?"

"right, do me a favor. i promised him here that i'd bring him home, but i might not be able to make it, so . . . can i trust him with you?" toji's head snapped to the side and he shook his head slowly, parting his lips to deny the claim as it was a blatant lie, but your cousin managed to beat him to it, "you could? thanks y/n, you're the best. i want my best barista here tomorrow at work safe and sound, understood?"

"no, i—" toji speaks out.

yet again, he was cut off. this time by you, "no worries, will do. gotta go guys, have a good day at work!" you exclaim, taking a swift look to your wrist watch.

toji wiped the last bit of the counter — doing the same procedure he always does every single night before, megumi fast asleep in his carrier. his small head leaning back onto toji's chest, snoring softly in his slumber.

the clock strikes midnight and there were no signs of you, and toji didn't know if he should be relieved or not. but he sighs out, swiping his hair back before walking towards the staff room to prepare himself on his journey home.

"toji?"

upon hearing your voice, he turns his body back, and there you were standing behind the bar, in front of the doorway with sweat dribbling down the side of your head, "sorry 'm late, i had to grab something from a friend's house."

your breaths were heavy and ragged, as if you had been running a mile. the hollows of your knees where trembling slightly, "you know your cousin was lying about this whole thing, right?"

you raised a brow, "no, but honestly? i'm not surprised that he lied about this — do you uh . . . feel comfortable with me driving you home or would you prefer something else?" you pop an alternative for him, trying to regain your normal breath composure.

seeing your state, he couldn't even pick the latter choice, it's a one time thing. he thought to himself, "will it be trouble? it's midnight," at one point, he felt bad if he had to decline your offer — but at the same time, he felt bad for accepting because he was sure being an infant doctor isn't the easiest occupation in the world.

"no, no. no trouble at all, i'd be happy to bring you and baby gumi home," you tell him, shaking your hand, "and (cousin) did say he wants his best barista to be here tomorrow safe and sound, it's midnight and it isn't exactly the safest at this hour, you know?"

toji nodded, "how can i repay you?"

your face scrunches, "no need to repay me, i want to do this. let's go," toji grabbed his bag and carried it with him, following after your steps in uncomfortable silence.

"so, you know how babies are supposed to have their own seat because it'd be a risk to have them on your hold during a drive," you explained clicking your car keys, skipping towards the back seat of your car, "i got a baby seat from a friend of mine for baby gumi — since her baby is no longer a baby and all, so she gave her baby seat to me."

toji halt his steps, standing a few steps away from your car as you spoke, his arms were by his side, "what?"

receiving no answers verbally — toji awaits for you to do anything to answer his short question. the male had fatigue chasing after his body as seconds pass by, his mind was swirling with a lot of thoughts; all at the same time. and the fact (if he had heard you right) that you told him the reason you were late to appear was because you had gone out your way to grab a baby seat for his son.

pulling the door handle, you reveal a baby seat calmly sitting on the jock waiting to be occupied. with a proud smile gracing your face, you nodded in an attempt to lighten up the dark night, "isn't it cool?"

the male blinked his eyes back from asking you another question — but at this point, he just wanted to go back home, take a quick shower, and sleep the exhaustion away.

and so he walked over to where you stood. still a little boggled to why you'd gone out your way to do all of this for his son, dropping his bag to the ground. toji works his hand around megumi carefully, trying to minimize his movements so that he wouldn't be woken up. unhinging the carrier straps, the male brought megumi's limp body on his arm.

stepping out of the way for him, toji gently laid megumi's body on the car seat. struggling to clasp the safety clipper on top of his small body, fiddling with it for a bit.

"need help with it, toji?"

as much as he hated to admit it. yes, he did. no words escaped his throat, but he stepped back as a signal for help. so you stepped forward and squat down a bit, gently moving your fingers around the clippers, clipping them together with ease — you stood up and shut the door softly.

"all done, let's go get you both home!"

toji waited for you to enter the driver's seat before goin inside the passenger's seat, taking in a quick look at the interior of your car. which was just like you — elegant and simple. no trash presented around, not even an empty water bottle to be seen in sight.

the male blindly reaches out for the safety belt by his head, pulling it across his body before inserting it to the bar. silently waiting for the car to move.

turning the engine on — you hooked your own safety belt into the bar, "okay, you ready? just a heads up, i absolutely don't know the direction to your house, so do tell me where to go, yeah?"

toji mutely nods before answering, "just go straight for at least the next three traffic lights."

and so you clutched onto your steering wheel, foot gently pressuring on the gas pedal; as the car began moving, finger expertly pressing on the in-car screen, your e/c eyes darting from the fairly empty road to the screen every now and then — toji eyed your fingers as his elbow was prepped up on the door, cheek leant on his fist.

soon enough, a soft tune escaped the speakers. the soft guitar strums humming into his ears, "does this work? feel free to change it into something else if you want to."

toji didn't answer you, but his head slightly bobbed. the least he could do was to give any form of answer to you, "so, met any hard to deal customers today?"

the male was at least the slightest bit delighted at your attempt to ease the awkward aura engulfing you both, "yeah, some of 'em are real hard to deal with."

you chuckle, "tell me about it."

toji's eyes averted from the road to your figure for a bit, "about them? what am i supposed to say?"

his answer was a bit different from what you expected, but you gave him a small smile, "mhm, like — tell me about them, what did they do and all. i like a good story time, you know?"

toji puckered his lips out slightly, he wasn't really used to tell stories to just anyone. megumi, an exception. so he didn't even know where to begin his "storytelling", the silence was deafening. but you didn't rush him, "they're just bitches, i got no story for it."

you let out a string of laughter, "the end? best story ever," he shrugs in response — it was fairly obvious that he never dilly dallies, "don't worry, i met an interesting client today too."

"oh."

now that reaction is a bit expected to say the least, "ask me about it," you bluntly told him, eyes focused on the road ahead.

" . . . go for it," toji mutters, clueless to why you were pushing him to ask about your day.

"this big sister came in, probably not older than fifteen — or sixteen maybe? she was with her younger brother, who was really sick with a high fever. and it has been going for apparently a week, so that was very concerning," you began slowly, "and her parents were too busy with work, and they didn't even show up until three hours later. she was crying and all. ringing her parents, it was just . . . sad. you know what i mean?"

toji hums out shortly.

"they didn't even bother looking at the little guy, stopped by for at least fifteen minutes. talked to me, and left without the sister," you continued, "well, he ends up staying in the intensive care — she stays too because she had to look after him, and the parents are just gone like that."

as the third traffic light was in sight, toji found himself finally breaking his silence, "uh . . . you can just turn right at the third light, and go straight."

you followed his commands well, "you don't talk a lot, do you?"

"isn't it obvious?" he replies slowly.

"it is, i just wanted to talk to you — tell me if i'm being too chatty, okay?" you warned him, "where do we go next?"

"another right at the very corner, my apartment's the first building in sight," toji informed you, shifting on his seat to sit straight up, taking a deep breath.

it took you less than five minutes to reach his apartment, braking your car at his command. toji wasted no time unbuckling his belt to leave your car. stepping to the back door, he opens it — fiddling with the clips of the baby seat megumi is currently residing on. this time, he fortunately didn't need your help as he managed to unhinge the clippers from each other.

carrying the sleeping infant into his arms, toji knocked on the window of the passenger's seat.

you chuckled, rolling the window down meeting his eyes, "good night, toji."

"thanks for the ride."

"you're welcome toji, have a good rest. see you tomorrow."

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nakachuchu · 8 months

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GOLDEN CHILD | Gojo Satoru

SYNOPSIS: Born from the rage you held, your Cursed technique made you a valuable but dangerous asset to the Jujutsu world. Even with your death hanging above your head, Gojo Satoru began to realize just how valuable you were as a human to him.

READER: female!with a name, but written in second PoV

WARNING: This series contains mature themes.

STATUS: ongoing

First Arc: A Sinner

CHAPTER ONE: FEAR AND LOVE

CHAPTER TWO: UNFAIR CIRCUMSTANCES

CHAPTER THREE: PRESENT THOUGHTS

CHAPTER FOUR: NAKED WOLF

CHAPTER FIVE: WRATH

CHAPTER SIX: ENVY

CHAPTER SEVEN: SLOTH

CHAPTER EIGHT: GLUTTONY

CHAPTER NINE: GREED

CHAPTER TEN: PRIDE

CHAPTER ELEVEN: LUST

CHAPTER TWELVE: BORN OF SIN

Second Arc: Lady Death

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: coming soon

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owarinaki · 16 days

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Gojo Satoru 's appearance

[Jujutsu Kaisen S2 Bluray-Disc Vol.3] EP8 Part 1/3

EP8 8/1 : 8/2 : 8/3

Jujutsu Kaisen Blu-ray Disc Recap [All LINKS]

OP1 // OP2:: ED1 // ED2

EP1 1/1 :: 1/2 :: 1/3 :: 1/4 :: 1/5 :: 1/6

EP3 3/12

EP8 8/1 : 8/2 : 8/3

EP9 9/1 : 9/2 : 9/3 : 9/4 : 9/5 : 9/6 : 9/7 : 9/8

EP12 12/1 :: 12/2

EP14 14/1 :: 14/2 :: 14/3 :: 14/4 :: 14/5

Feral Gojo part 1 // part 2 // part 3

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maldito-junajo · 5 months

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Before / After

His shine is completely gone 💔

This is the Shibuya Incident

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irideste · 5 months

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Why the HELL I started #jjk thinking I would have fallen for Gojo but ended up falling for THIS MFR DEMON

I'm just spending my free time drawing him

https://twitter.com/iridesteart/status/1729793983327428673

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mixakuu · 6 months

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God I fucking love him. 🖤

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rainyyy-dayysss · 6 months

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How can you skip this intro hooowwwwww ?????

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fatherjotaro · 3 months

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NEED HIM SOOOO BAD

#jjk #jjk season 2 #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk toji #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #jujutsu kaisen series #jujutsu kaisen season 2

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tokitouumuichirou · 8 months

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Fanfic writers please do your thing and create fluff mechamiwa content cause gege must be allergic to happiness there's no other explanation

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk spoilers #jjk season 2 #jjk season two #jjk s2 #jujutsu kaisen season 2 #jujutsu kaisen series #mechamaru #mechamiwa #miwa kasumi #shibuya arc #gege akutami

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zairene · 9 months

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SYNOPSIS: y/n is invited by the new york times magazine to introduce herself to the world of fame. it seems that audiences around the globe have been buzzing to know the scoop behind this new model that’s made a brilliant entrance into the industry.

WARNINGS: none!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: alr working on chapter one 🙇🏾‍♀️

WORD COUNT: 628

SERIES MASTERLIST + TAGLIST FORM

“YOU READY TO START, Y/N?” THE LADY HAD previously introduced herself as amelia. recently, you had gotten an email from her company giving you an offer to talk about your life story for millions. at first, you were hesitant about the idea. you had been able to maintain a private yet mysterious persona, not much was known about you but the wikipedia page that was made that’s easily accessible to anybody. you didn’t bother to try to get it taken down since the information on it was accurate and nothing too personal about your life.

nobody knew about your family life, whether or not you had siblings, or your relationship status even, and you never confirmed or denied rumors unless you had to because false things being spread about you was inevitable, and you honestly couldn’t care less. you only let the public know things you wanted them to know. although, this invasion of privacy would be good for your career, said your manager. it would let your supporters know who you are and learn they can somehow relate to you.

“yeah, i’m ready!” you said, trying to keep a smile that was so obviously forced on your face. you tried to be genuine because she wasn’t a rude woman. she was quite nice, maybe you’d invite her out for a drink or two sometime.

beforehand she gave you a brief rundown of how this was gonna go. she records your conversation, and they take everything you said and put it in a magazine. you agreed and before you knew it amelia pressed the recording button in front of you.

“so, y/n, let’s start simple, yeah? do you have any hobbies? things you like to do in your spare time?”

“well, yes. i like to sing sometimes and i’ve always been painting since i was a little girl. i’m more of a traditional painter, but i wouldn’t mind trying things out digitally.”

she shook her head and wrote some notes down, before looking back up to you with a smirk.

“singing? well, is there a possibility that you could pursue a career in singing?”

you chuckled. “maybe, but i don’t wanna set expectations too high right now. so i’ll let everyone decipher that on their own.”

“alright alright. well, it’s not a secret that your looks have caught the eyes of others. and it leaves a lot of people wondering if you would ever date a fan?”

your eyebrows furrowed. “i honestly don’t know. that’s the problem with being… famous, i guess? you never really know anyone’s true intentions with you. they could lie and say they don’t know me from anywhere but they have. and they are only trying to get with me because they see how that can be a benefit for themselves and not because they like me, for me. so, i’m not saying i wouldn’t, but i just don’t prefer it.”

she shakes her head, her lips pressing against one another. “that’s understandable. there are cruel people out there. but, on a more positive note, there’s been a buzz in the media. it’s being said that someone, i won’t name, might give you a run for your money, y/n.”

“oh, seriously?”

“seriously. he’s known for his modeling internationally. you may be running the united states, but currently he’s running the world. how do you feel about that?”

you thought for a second. running the world? now how the hell can anyone possibly do that? and how haven’t you heard of him? “well, um, i’m not sure, especially since you didn’t give me the name.” you laughed, and she followed. “but, this isn’t his territory, it’s mine. so why should i be worried? you said it yourself. i’m running the united states… right?”

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ryujnn · 1 year

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► akuma. ｡ ⋆ love genetically altered. (03)

► chapter warnings ﾟ｡ ⋆ after one simple task is given to y/n, it turns into an absolute nightmare — and a war being declared upon the jujutsu sorcerers in kyoto.

► chapter warnings ﾟ｡ ⋆ declaration of war. nothing much but violence, mention of weapons, gojo & geto deserves its own warnings, slight angst towards the end, maki is ooc.

► note. ﾟ｡ ⋆ ending absolutely broke me i love gojo. i hope the way i describe y/n as gojo’s wife and not herself makes sense? since that’s how people see her? IDK LET ME KNOW! hope you all enjoy. kinda long though.

tag list. visual + character board. prev. next.

“Oh, Mr. Gojo,” Akito bows, welcoming the presence of the sorcerer. He sniffles quickly, attempting to pick himself up before facing such a powerful man. “Um, Himari… she’s…”

“I figured.”

Satoru walks towards the doctor, placing his hands on his shoulders. “I’m just glad it worked,” He gives a small smile, attempting to cheer him up. “How long has she been in there?”

Akito shakes his head, “About… three hours,” He clasps his hands together, almost as if he was praying to the man before him. “She had been screaming and crying, but she’s sleeping now I believe.

“I.. I’ve never seen her like that.”

Gojo hums, looking through the small window revealing a heartbreaking scene. You’re cuddled up under your mother, who’s no longer alive, yet you’ve got the veil to your dress covering you both like a makeshift blanket. You’re fast asleep, breathing stuttering from all the crying you’ve done.

And there Himari rests, a smile on her face.

“Get some rest, Akito.” The sorcerer looks over to the doctor, giving him a reinsuring nod. He opens the door quietly before slipping in, making sure his footsteps are quiet and gentle.

He towers over the bed, ignoring the twists in his stomach and his heart. He has to keep the promise he made to Himari — because she kept hers. The scene to him was too much, rather. He wasn’t sure how you were going to handle this, especially after everything your mother shared with him.

Nonetheless, he reaches down to give Himari’s lifeless leg and a squeeze before adverting his attention to you. Gojo’s muscular arms slipped under your back and under your legs, lifting you bridal style to his chest.

He wants to ignore the tear stains on your cheeks, or even the shivering of your body. He wants to ignore the way you immediately curl to his touch, your head resting against his chest. He wants to ignore the way your hands fist his button up shirt, and the way you hiccup in your sleep.

All he wanted to do was tell you that everything would be okay, he wanted to wipe your dry tears from your face — and promise that everything will work out. But how could he?

Satoru walks to the door and looks back at Himari, a weird flutter in his chest. He sighs. “I’ll keep my promise. Rest well.”

And with those final words, Gojo walks from the room, closing the door behind him. He walks down the cool hallway, keeping you as close to him as possible to keep your warm.

All he asks is for you to stay asleep.

The vibration against the wood next to you, and the consistent ringing to your cellphone completely woke you up from your sleep. You sat up, skin soft against the new silk sheets you slept on.

Unfamiliar, that’s what it felt like. You sat up straight, looking at your new surroundings. The circular green backdrop behind you, mint and chocolate duvet covering your legs, yellow teardrop lamps on each side of you. Your new home.

With a quick roll to your eyes, you reached over to grab your cellphone, swiping over to answer it quickly. “Hello?” You answered, throwing your bare legs off the bed.

“You’re alive.” A familiar, husky voice spoke staticky from the other side of your device. “I’m going with your husband on his mission. Could you supervise the students for us? The other teachers will be with us.”

Must be serious if everyone’s going. With a quick nod, remembering that he couldn’t see you, you cleared your throat and stood from your bed. “Yeah, yeah, of course, Nanami,” Padding your feet across your room, searching for your closet silently. “What time do you need me there?”

“Now.”

“Oh!” Finding your closet was a bit more serious now. “Okay. Let me throw something on and I’ll be over there.”

After dressing in a simple outfit, hair tied back neatly — and your very own Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College badge hanging from your neck. You were way too excited about this task, but how could anyone blame you?! You were being trusted with a few powerful students; you could learn so much from them.

It was also a great distraction.

Slipping out of your room and making a mental note where the kitchen was (since your husband’s house was very, unnecessarily large), there were construction workers moving in some of your items, fixing Gojo’s ‘side of the house’ and adding more security outside of his home.

You stood in the threshold of your new house, watching the workers all hustle with urgency, communicating radically as they all had one mission in mind: completing their task that Satoru Gojo assigned them before he’s back from his mission.

It was all you could guess, considering anyone who speaks to or mentions your husband is talking about how much of an asshole he is, how attractive he is — or how scary he is.

The idea of him made you roll your eyes. He was everything but that… maybe.

“Got all dressed up for the workers? Your taste is bad.”

You turn to the voice behind you, revealing no other than Satoru Gojo. After making eye contact with your husband, you simply roll your eyes again before turning back to the scene in front of you. “If I married you, clearly.”

He chuckles behind you, taking a step forward to match your statue. He was taller than you, significantly, but if you compared your maturity, you were absolutely taller than him.

“I have to get to the school, see you whenever you get back.”

Running shoes dropped to the step under you before you felt cool fingers wrap around your wrist, spinning you around to face him. He tugs you forward, now hovering over you, eyebrows tugged together with a head tilt of a puppy.

“What’re you goin’ to the school for?”

There’s something you haven’t seen before — worry hiding behind his eyes. What’s with this secret everyone’s keeping? Who’s the big bad wolf that needs to be defeated? What is this mission all about?

After you tugged your eyes from his grip, they shoot back to his turquoise ones. You snapped your hand from Gojo’s grip, clasping them together behind your back. “While you and Nanami are on your mission, I’m supervising the students,”

Satoru’s expression never budges, keeping a confused glare. You huff, “I’m gonna be doing some easy work while you’re fighting the big bad guys. Is that alright with you, Mr. Gojo?”

If you were anyone else, Gojo would’ve plucked you out and sent you rumbling down the steps, watching you cry in pain with pure agony. It wasn’t that he was confused about where you were going — it was why. It was too dangerous.

Nonetheless, a coy smirk tugs on his lips at your derisive tongue. He’d do anything to shut you up.

“You’re used to easy work anyway, yeah?” He responds, standing to his full height after towering over you. His arms cross over his chest, doing his best to fight the urge of scowling at you. “Best of luck.”

Keeping up with the banter between you both would be the death of you. You’d be a wife now, widower later. There were many ways you could kill him, anyways! When he’s in the shower, when he’s cooking, or even when he’s sleeping the sugar rush ride that would course through him after shoving the remaining snacks down his throat.

For some reason, you weren’t in a bad mood. Despite the previous 48 hours, you were doing better than you thought — and even this silly back and forth between you and Gojo wouldn’t ruin it either.

That’s why you smiled, shoving your hands into your front pockets, spinning around and hopping off the steps. “Don’t die!” You yell back. You continued your path to the street, bowing to the workers who all halted to bow first.

And there Gojo stood, in front of his home, arms crossed over his chest. Maybe he should put more requests in for you. Seeing you bounce all happy made him feel a little… warm. You were happy, could he ask for any more?

Once you entered the school, the staff and faculty who were around all stopped and bowed, clutching their hands behind their back. You responded with curtesy, bowing back to each individual with a smile.

Word must’ve gotten around that you weren’t only Satoru Gojo’s wife, but the other bearer of five from the Shio clan. To anyone else, they’d loved the adrenaline boost, the power it seemed to give, but you didn’t. You just wanted to be treated normally.

Like how your mom treated you.

“Morning everyone.”

After the greetings, everyone returned back to their original positions and continued doing their assigned tasks. A man walked up to you, slightly intimidating resting face — black glasses pressed to his nose with very hollow cheeks.

For a second, he bows, before standing up straight and offering a hand. “Hello, I’m Ichiji, I usually work with your husband.”

Your husband. Glad to see how everyone here views you.

You hum, and he takes that as an invitation to continue speaking. “I’ll be traveling with him on his mission, it shouldn’t take to long. We do appreciate your effort with helping supervise, it means a lot.”

“Of course. They aren’t bad kids, I don’t mind.”

“Speaking of.”

You turn your head over you shoulder, now watching Nanami walk forward with the four first years. They all looked energetic, especially Maki, and eager to be working with someone other than Gojo.

Once everyone was gathered around and greetings were shared, you turned back to Ichiji, clasping your hands together. “Is there anything specific they were working on? Should I have them go train?”

Panda shakes his head, “Gojo-Sensei was just making us watch a movie, one that he spoiled before turning it on, so there’s nothing specific we were working on.”

“Salmon.”

“Sounds about right,” You force out a laugh, pretending to know the type of man your husband was — even when you didn’t. You didn’t even know his favorite color. “We can work on weapon wielding. I’ve been learning it since I was a kid, so I’m sure I can provide good teachings, how does that sound?”

Maki nods, excitement filling her eyes. “Yeah, that sounds cool!” As her fellow classmates look at her in confusion — never seeing such an energetic side to her — they all agree with her statement, and the topic has been settled on.

Ichiji nods, a small smile etching on his face. “Sounds great.” He looks over to Nanami. “I knew Gojo suggesting her would be a great idea. She might even replace him.”

What?

The smile on your face, the affection you were showing the students before you.. it had dropped. Gojo did what? You didn’t know what to say, but your mouth dropped open as if you were going to speak.

You turned to face Nanami, who had given Ichiji a ‘you should’ve kept your mouth closed’ look, and then over to you with a small nod. He clears his throat, slightly intimidated by the look in your deep, black eyes.

“Think we should start preparing to get going,” He sets a powerful palm on Ichiji’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze before turning back to the students. “Don’t give her a hard time, alright? We should be back soon.”

As the two scurried away from the scene, you watched them exit out of the entrance — and within the few seconds that the doors revealed the outside world, you could see Nanami grab onto Gojo’s uniform and tug him with them, saving him from the explosion that would’ve went off inside.

You hadn’t realize your ears went muffled until it cleared at the sound of a young boys voice, snapping your attention back towards the students.

“Shio-Sensei?”

You turn to the boy, squeezing your eyes shut to regain your focus. “Sorry, Yuta. Yes?”

“Oh, I was just asking if you wanted us to show you where we like to practice,” He sounded nervous to speak to you, but he was mustering up all of his courage. He couldn’t hold eye contact with you, and every time he did manage to look at you, his cheeks would fluster red. “It’s outside. Are you okay with outside?”

Watching the boy made all your anger dissipate, and all you wanted to focus on was the task at hand — and simply ignore how you earned it. A few students here trusted you, and they even seemed excited to work with you. That’s all that matters, right?

“I love practicing outside,” You smile, clasping your hands behind your back. “It’s more spacious, anyway. Show me the way!”

Yuta nods, a small smile on his lips. Maki pushes in front of him, leading the way with her fists on her hips and determination in her walk. All Panda could do was laugh, throwing his arm over Yuta’s shoulder as they both walked side to side with Inumaki, who had been fixing his collar for the past five minutes.

You trotted behind them, small smile on your face.

“1, 2, Wield!”

Maki and Yuta wielded their weapons, but both groaned out of frustration. They’ve been at this for an hour and they were still pulling their swords out entirely too slow.

“Let me see,” You walked forward, standing next to both students. You placed your hands on their forearms, gripping the skin not too harshly. “Again.”

Yuta looks at you in panic, eyes widening at the dangerous idea. “If we draw too fast, It’ll cut you.”

“I’ve watched your pace for the last hour, I’m sure I’ll be okay,” Not to be rude, that was never your intention— but you were here to teach. A little cut wouldn’t hurt you too bad. “1, 2, Wield.”

As you expected, you weren’t cut, but your idea had been correct too. You squeezed there arms once more, feeling the tension build within the muscle.

With a hum, you take a step back and ordered Yuta and Maki to hand over their practice katana’s, which the obliged and took and seat over with Panda and Inumaki.

“You’re using too much of your arm when drawing,” You dropped one of the swords, using the other in your dominant hand. “Use your hand rather than your arm. When you rush and use your arm, your hand shakes and so does the blade. You’ll look scared.”

“Try punching the air in front of you. Your forearm shakes a bit, but when you punch and squeeze your fists — and focus your power on your hands, there’s more control. You’ll look confident.”

As the students practice your exercise, you watch their interest peak, and notice the changes in their confidence — how the simple trick changes so much.

Maki’s the first to perch up, “Can we try quick drawing again?” In which Yuta follows with a nod.

“Of course! Let’s try again and then with Panda and Inumaki.”

After setting up again, the students focusing on their postures and placements, katana tucked into the buckle on their hips, ready to test a new technique.

The sight was so warm to see.

“Ready?”

“Yeah!”

“Yes!”

You laugh, crossing your arms over your chest. “1, 2, Wield.”

And within a second, both blades were drawn at the necks of Yuta and Maki. They dropped soon after, shocked at how much faster they were to draw their weapons. Maki looks at you with a slack jaw, eyes wide. “Woah!”

If the difference within their timing of drawing wasn’t shocking enough, the large bird the appeared from the sky and landed seconds away from them had to top it.

People emerged from the mouth of the animal, as did a certain man with long black hair, half tied back into a bun. He had on a dark uniform, a yellow and green fabric wrapped around his torso, and he sped towards one of your students with awe in his eyes.

“Who are all of you?” Panda questions. “Intruders aren’t allowed here, per Yuta-san’s orders!”

“Kelp!”

“Huh?” Yuta freaks.

Maki follows up by wielding her weapon, spinning it over her shoulder. She tuts her chin up. “Go home before you get beaten by Yuta-san!”

“Huh?!”

You’d find the situation funnier if there wasn’t a threat in front of you — and you, personally, didn’t know how to handle this. Or any confrontation at that matter.

“Seriously,” You cleared your throat, stepping in front of the students with your arms crossed over your chest. “This isn’t a playground. Please leave.”

Once the random man approaches Yuta, completely ignoring the pleas from him and his posse to disperse, he clasps his hands together with the boys, watching the him fluster. “Nice to meet you, Yuta-kun. I’m Geto Suguru.”

“Huh?” Yuta questions, “Oh. Nice to meet you.”

This Geto Suguru seemed like a very bad person.

“You possess a truly wonderful power, I see.” He bows a bit further, meeting eye level with the boy. “I believe great power ought to be used toward great ends. Have you ever questioned the state of the current world right now? This world where jujutsu sorcerers act in secret in order to protect the order of commonplace society?”

He stands for a second and circles around Yuta, soon dropping to his height and wrapping his arm around his shoulder. “It’s so deplorable!” He cries in sarcasm. “It’s time mankind reconsidered it’s strategy for survival! Which is why we’d like you to help us.”

Yuta furrows his brow in confusion. “Help with what?”

“We’re going to kill all non-sorcerers.”

With just a select of words, the students behind you all gasp in pure fear. You refused to look back at them, knowing they’d be searching your eyes in ways to help — when you didn’t know what to do yourself.

The one time, this one little moment where you were hoping to hear his voice. Doesn’t matter what he says, what he does.. he just needs to appear.

“Could you stop preaching your crazy beliefs to my students?”

And there he was.

Even in it’s annoyed and tired state, the voice you burned to hear right now was there. Gojo stood behind the action, one hand dipped into his pocket with his head tilted at the scene. Thank god.

You could burst into tears.

Ignoring the tension between both men, Suguru kept his eyes on Gojo, dropping the tough act with a forced smile.

“Satoru! Long time no see!”

Long time no see?

“First of all, get away from those kids, Suguru.” Gojo repeats, a bunch of faculty stalking behind him.

With a defiant smirk, he keeps his chin tilted up, eyes on the man behind him. “I heard this year’s first-years were all outstanding students. Now I understand.. it was all your doing.”

“A special-grade cursed human, a cursed corpse mutation, the descendant of the cursed speech users, and… the Zen’in clan’s failure.”

“You piece of—” Maki points her weapon to Suguru, which you cut off by bumping her back with your backside, ignoring the way her blade cut into your side. You’d rather be the one injured than the students you were referred to look after.

Again, a little cut wouldn’t kill you.

“Watch what you say,” He’s practically looking down at Maki, watching her from the corner of his eye with the smuggest frown. As if she was truly disgusting. “Because I don’t need any monkeys like you in my world.”

“Watch what you say,” The burning urge to bite your tongue disappeared, you didn’t even mean to say it. It slipped, truly, but you had to continue. Who were you to preach confidence to your students and not follow it? “You bombard this school and insult one of the many talented here? You’re pathetic.”

“Ms. Gojo!” One of the teachers on the other side begs you to yield, not wanting to make any matters worse.

Too late.

“Ah, so you’re Satoru’s new toy,” Suguru loosens his grip on Yuta, leaning in forward to inspect you. “Ryou Shio’s replacement. At least your pretty.”

Closer.

“I was born before him, that’ll make him my replacement,” Your hands were on your hips, maintaining a bored expression. You even yawned, watching it boil the blood of the man in front of you. “Don’t be embarrassed, though. I’m sure with an empty mind like yours, you need much explained. Right?”

Closer.

Geto chuckles. “Let’s ask Himari Shio about that.” He gasps with faux, smirking at your expression hardened. “Oops, must’ve slipped my empty mind.”

Ever since Suguru had flown in on his bird, you’ve been etching closer and closer to him, all for this very moment. Once you reached far enough, mustering up the energy to manipulate the wind behind you and shove Suguru back, sending him tumbling to the animal he came with. Your hand grabs at Yuta’s, pulling him behind you, and with his other classmates.

As Geto picked himself up from the floor, Gojo made way in front of him, keeping his shielded eyes on the man below him.

“Suguru. What did you come for?”

As he stands, brushing the dirt from his clothing, he chuckles at the question. “To declare war.”

“Everyone gathered here today open your ears and listen clearly!” He addresses the crowd. “On the coming December 24th, when the sun sets, we shall conduct the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. In Tokyo, Shinjuku.. and the holy land of jujutsu, Kyoto. We will unleash thousand of curses to massacre.”

“If you wish to avoid a scene straight out of hell, come and stop it with all your might!”

While you sat at the back of Ichiji’s silent car, separated a seat from your husband, you could finally piece together some of the information you were given — and what you could find out.

The mission they had to send everyone off to was to get Geto, but since he arrived to the school, they were turned around and sent back. Luckily, in time, you weren’t sure what you would’ve done without the other faculty there.

After suggesting to go home on your own, Gojo insisted you to ‘get in’. You tried to ignore the weird tension between the both of you, but for some reason, you were feeling guilty. As if you did something wrong. By the way your husband kept his hands in his lap, looking out from the window through his blindfold, you probably did.

After arriving to the new estate, Ichiji wished you both a goodnight’s rest after the events today and kept on driving when you both exited the vehicle and made way into the home.

Once the door was closed, and keys were dropped in the ceramic bowl by the entrance, you were just seconds away from escaping before a low voice bounced off the walls, and right into your ears.

“Have you gone crazy?”

You stopped mid walk, placing your feet back together before looking down at your shoes. You didn’t respond, not sure what to say — as you didn’t know what you did wrong. Or maybe you did.

“You could’ve gotten Yuta killed, if not more,” His footsteps echo behind you. You could hear his voice get closer, you could feel the jelly shake in your legs — and his presence behind you. “Just because you may not have a future ahead of you doesn’t mean those kids don’t, either.”

You scoffed, raising your head to look at the hallway in front of you. Was it even worth arguing about?

“You need to apologize to those students tomorrow.”

“Or what?” You turned, scoffing with a smile, tired eyes looking up to your husband. “You’ll have to do it for me, right? Cause I’m your wife? You’re the only reason I was there today, recommending me to the higher—ups?” You kissed your teeth, “How sweet.”

Whoever spilled the beans was dead meat tomorrow. Gojo knew this would be your reaction, which is why he pretended not to know why you were going — and to make sure there were an extra pair of eyes on you. Now it’s come back to bite him in the ass.

“That has nothing with you putting those kids life at risk.”

“How do you even know him? That Geto guy?” You squinted, taking the smallest step closer to him. “He’s speaking informally to you? Calling you by your given name? He must’ve been someone special considering I can’t even touch you without that stupid.. border thingy.”

“That has nothing to do with you putting those kids life at risk!”

You might not have known Gojo too well, but you’ve noticed he’s been on edge more than usual. He’s been consuming more sugar, banters more than usual — and you’ve even heard he’s been sleeping at his office at the school.

You’ve never heard him yell, let alone raise his voice. It’s not something you both did, even when you argued back and forth. Maybe an annoyed huff or a loud groan, but no yelling. Not like this.

Clearing your throat, you looked back down at your shoes. It wasn’t worth it. “Right,” Your newfound interest in the fabric of your shoes only made Gojo feel guilty— just as guilty as you were feeling. “I should’ve let you guys handle it, you all know what you’re doing. I’ll apologize to the students whenever I can.”

“Y/N.”

“Night.” You turned your head, avoiding eye contact with your husband. You walk forward, dragging your legs to your bedroom before closing it gently.

Gojo felt like he was going to explode. He’s fighting the higher-ups for Yuta’s sake, he’s trying to keep the promise he made to your mother — trying to keep you safe as well, and now here’s the return of his best friend.

He huffs, reaching the island of his kitchen and resting his arms on it, dropping his head slightly. If another thing went wrong, he just might blow up. His mind is running haywire 24/7 — there’s no room in his brain at all to think anymore.

He’s the strongest. He must stay strong.

He’s the strongest.

Strongest.

Even when he doesn’t feel it.

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IN THE DARK | Gojo Satoru + Geto Suguru (nsfw)

SYNOPSIS. A cheerleader's life gets turned upside down when a masked killer sets foot onto school's grounds on homecoming night.

PAIRING. Cheerleader reader x Ghostface!satosugu

INCLUDES: yandere!satosugu, not actually gory, smut

CHAPTER ONE: KIRA

CHAPTER TWO: SUMMER CAMP

CHAPTER THREE: THE BABYSITTER | Geto Suguru (nsfw)

CHAPTER FOUR: DEAD ASLEEP (nsfw)

CHAPTER FIVE: GODS | Geto Suguru & Gojo Satoru (nsfw)

CHAPTER SIX: THE ABYSS

CHAPTER SEVEN: (coming soon)

#jujutsu Kaisen x reader #gojo Satoru x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #Suguru getou x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu Kaisen series #jjk series #satosugu x reader

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maldito-junajo · 5 months

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Good bye Nobara 💔

When will this massacre end?

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xsatoru · 4 months

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When Lightning Strikes...

Welcome to the introduction and masterlist for When Lightning Strikes…

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

Genres: JJK almost canon-compliant manga!universe, Canon-typical violence, Character death(s), Childhood haters to lovers!au, Slow burn!au, Angst, Fluff, Future smut (minors dni!), more to come…

Warnings: Listed per each chapter

Word Count: TBD (see below)

All you ever wanted as a young child was to be a strong, well-respected sorcerer. Standing one day shoulder-to-shoulder as the leading family representative with others worthy to serve as pillars meant to support and maintain balance in the jujutsu world. But being born as a woman in a conservative, patriarchal society still stubbornly stuck in its outdated ways makes that simple goal seem damn near impossible. It especially doesn't help to live in the same timeline as Satoru Gojo, modern-day's mightiest of them all. The legendary Six Eyes wielder just so happens to be a fellow classmate, friends with a friend's friend, and the bane of your entire existence. But similar to your cursed technique, when unpredictable lightning strikes, every pivotal moment that's sure to follow could uproot the very structure of a world that desperately needs changed. Your fate continuously seems to intertwine with Satoru, whose life goal may not be so different from yours.

This series plans to cover 8 main parts, an 18+ epilogue, and an additional bonus at the end. Warnings will be listed with each chapter that's posted. The last main chapter will probably feature smut and as this account is already considered 18+, minors please do not interact! Finally, the plot follows the canon manga (with a few deviations) until it suddenly doesn't for obvious reasons, but please beware of some major spoilers!!

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Updates: As of January 2, 2024 — currently writing Chapter 5

Current word count: ~20k+

Chapter 1 — Chaos is Likely to Ensue

It's 2004. You are a first-year at the Tokyo branch of Jujutsu High. So is Satoru Gojo, the bane of your existence. You hate each other's guts, so the only reason you'd ever kiss one another would be in an alternate universe, right?

Chapter 2 — Heartbeats Race a Little Faster

A return to Jujutsu High for Winter Break somehow also means celebrating the strongest sorcerer's 19th birthday. As the #1 Satoru Gojo hater, you have to be there, of course — if only to stir up some good old chaos!

Chapter 3 — Eyes Linger on the Afterimage Before It Fades

Nearly 10 years after meeting Satoru Gojo as a first-year, you're still stuck dealing with him existing somewhere in your vicinity. But college is ending, you're going back… home, and real life is just beginning. Things couldn't be any better when it's the calm before the storm.

Chapter 4 — Fractal Scars Sear Into Tender Flesh

December 24, 2017. A date jujutsu society will forever remember as the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons — a cursed terrorist attack on the cities of Kyoto and Shinjuku. Its orchestrator, a face much too familiar for comfort, dreams of a perfect reality without non-sorcerers and curses.

Chapter 5 — Thunder Follows With a Quiet Rumble

The aftermath of the attack results in employment at the school you once attended. Under the guise of needing a teacher for future third-years, Masamichi Yaga offers a deal to protect you from the Higher-Ups. The mastermind behind it all is none other than the bane of your existence and you must unwillingly put up with him, the ghosts of your past, and those you left behind.

Chapter 6 — The Sky Weeps in Her Torrential Mourning

On October 31, 2018 at 9:26 pm in Shibuya — Satoru Gojo is sealed. Losing the world's strongest sorcerer becomes instantly noticeable and lowers morale, especially when those dear to you fall one by one.

Chapter 7 — A Phoenix Rises From the Ashes

"They've revoked Yuji Itadori's death sentence and appointed me as his immediate executioner." As if things couldn't get any worse after Satoru Gojo's exiled and the removal of his seal is now considered a criminal act, the death penalty executed by a special grade is coming for anyone associated with the most powerful sorcerer in 400 years.

Chapter 8 — The World Pauses to Watch, Holds Its Breath, and Counts

No one ever told you a lethal battle royale is all it would take to come to terms with your family ties and cursed technique. After trusting the students in the Culling Games, it's your turn to step up and face the strongest jujutsu sorcerer from a thousand years ago. Armed with newfound confidence, can you succeed before he annihilates his competition?

Chapter 9 — A Ceraunophile is Born (Epilogue with 18+ Content)

Ceraunophile (n): a person who loves lightning and thunder, a lover of thunderstorms.

Chapter 10 — Bonus Content

Tidbits I can't fit into the main story line that mostly provide more insight into Satoru's point of view.

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