#keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut!

[augustinewrites]

does gojo ever freak out or worry ab reader when she’s alone on missions? obviously she can handle herself & knows what she’s doing, but he gives the vibes that he’d be internally panicking 😭

“hey, welcome back!” gojo grins, quickly shoving a half melted spatula to the bottom of the trash can. 

“hi,” you murmur, tipping the bill of your cap down as you close the door behind you. odd. he doesn’t think he’s seen you wear a hat before. 

“how was it?” he asks, flicking off the stove and closing in to welcome you properly with a kiss. well, he attempts to. you immediately take a step back, avoiding his embrace. he definitely doesn’t remember a time you’ve ever done that.

“i’m all sweaty,” you tell him, toeing your boots off and heading straight toward the bedroom. you say hello to the kids before shutting the door, the lock clicking into place. 

“are you mad at me?” he asks as soon as he warps into the room.

“satoru!” you startle, staggering back into the door. “get out!”

“nope,” he hums, closing in on you. “we sleep in the same room and you know that i don’t respect boundaries.” 

with that, he reaches over and pulls the baseball cap off your head. 

“satoru, please don’t freak out—”

he freaks out. 

he grabs your chin so you can’t turn away, inspecting the sutures lining your temple. “this is deep! are you okay? why were you hiding it from me?”

you swat his hand away, frowning. “i’m fine, and i wasn’t hiding it. i just didn’t want the kids to see. speaking of, did you guys eat dinner yet?”

“what grade curse was it?”

“special. i thought i smelled something burning—”

“you’re only grade one. why would they—”

“only grade one?” you repeat with a scoff. “don’t say it like that. you know the only reason i’m not special grade is because the zenin’s—”

“because the zenin’s are holding you back until you join them. they’re dicks, babe. that’s old news,” he finishes, tapping his foot impatiently. 

“listen,” you tell him, pinching the bridge of your nose. “i just didn’t get out of the way fast enough. it’s just a cut. i’ve had worse.” 

“well, next time they call you up for assignment, i’m coming with you,” he decides. “we’ll get a sitter for the kids and make it like a date night.”

“whoa,” you interrupt. “you’re inviting yourself on my assignments now? “do you think i’m not good enough?”

“well when you come home hurt, yeah!” 

he regrets it as soon as he says it. 

and he hates the way you’re looking at him. you’re hurt, and it shows. “wow. thanks for the vote of confidence.” 

“hey…”

he says your name, reaching for your hand, but you pull away, shaking your head.

_____

freshly showered and changed, you pull your robe on, exiting the bathroom. gojo’s sitting on the bed, waiting with his head in his hands.

“you know i think you’re more than capable,” he says quietly. “i wasn’t making a dig at your skill. you’re incredible.” 

“i know,” you hum, dumping your uniform into the basket. 

he looks up at you, apologetic. “but if anything happened to you, and you were really hurt…it would be my fault.”

“that’s not true,” you say quickly, sitting beside him. 

“it is,” he insists. “and i could never forgive myself, because i’m supposed to be the strongest.” 

(and what’s the point of being the strongest if he couldn’t protect the people he loved most?)

“satoru,” you murmur, smoothing a hand across his back. “you have such a big heart. i’m dating you because of your heart— well, mostly your abs but also your heart. ou already take on so much for everyone. and i need you to trust that i can’t take care of myself. i don’t want to be another burden to you.”

wordlessly, he takes your hand and presses it to his chest, so you can feel his heartbeat. 

“you are my whole heart. if i lost you and i could have stopped it, like i could’ve stopped—” he purses his lips, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “i just can’t lose you.” 

“and you won’t,” you promise, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “now let’s go have dinner.”

“ah. about that….”

_____

“alright, dinner’s served!”

you the kids exchange a look.

megumi leans close to you, whispering, “can we get sick from this?”

“go on,” satoru encourages, picking up his own sandwich. “it’s a spam sandwich! i used to eat these all the time before i met—”

“you’re really lucky you met her,” the twelve year old grumbles, peeling the bread back to look at the burnt piece of spam.

tsumiki, ever the people pleaser, takes a bite and chews very thoroughly before swallowing with great effort.

“um…the smoke added a nice hickory flavour to the spam.”

“okay, we’re getting pizza,” you decide, shooting your boyfriend an apologetic look.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk angst #keeping up with the fushigojos #keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut!

[augustinewrites]

I love your keeping up with the Fushiguros series! You write beautifully. I was wondering how Megumi and/or Gojo would react to reader being hit on. But reader doesn’t notice.

“which one is it?” gojo asks, resting megumi’s baseball bat on his shoulder. 

it’s no secret that gojo and megumi don’t agree on a lot of things. 

like, a lot of things. 

they don’t like the same foods, the same genre of movies, or the same style of clothes. they can never agree on what shows to watch in the morning or whether certain items are recyclable or not. 

but this is one front that they will always be united on.  

the boy scans the park, huffing as he points the offender out. “there.”

their target for this mission? male. mid to late twenties. single. a threat that must be eliminated at all costs.

he’s sitting on the same park bench that you and tsumiki are on, both of you laughing as he tells you a joke.

“does he always sit with you guys?” gojo asks, lifting his sunglasses to peer across the playground to where you are.

“yeah,” megumi confirms, glaring. 

gojo glances down at his own ten year old, touched that they’re actually on the same page for once in their lives. but he’s prompted to look back over when he hears your laugh once more, tensing when he sees the man reach across the back of the bench to touch your shoulder.

that’s his final straw.

“alright, here’s the plan,” he starts with the utmost seriousness, crouching down to the kid’s height. “we’re going to–”

“dig a hole in the field and bury him in it,” megumi finishes a little too decisively. 

“uh,” gojo laughs nervously, reconsidering whether horror movies are a good way to practice channeling cursed energy. he taps the baseball bat against his palm. “we’ll call that plan b. first we’re just gonna scare him a little. show him and everyone in this park what’ll happen if they try to make a move on what’s mine—”

megumi kicks his shin.

“ours, sorry.” 

so they move in. megumi takes two strides to match each of his, but they still look every part the intimidating sorcerer duo they’d grow to be one day. 

you see them coming right away, and gojo watches you cycle through emotions faster than tsumiki goes through strawberry milk. confusion, realization, and finally horror. 

“satoru,” you say, in that tone with that look on your face (the one that often precedes a lecture). 

he’s about to casually cut into the conversation when a little boy (the man’s son, he assumes) cuts in front of him, bashfully handing you a handful of dandelions. 

megumi doesn’t try to hide his disdain, scoffing under his breath about how they were just weeds. oh, gojo realizes as he glances down at the kid.

so he’s not the only one who’s jealous.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut!

[augustinewrites]

what are reader’s thoughts about gojo’s black shirt look (similar to what we see in jjk 221) aka what does she think of that bod (＾▽＾)

afternoons were busy, in your experience. the school was awake and alive with energy, bodies moving to and fro as they worked through the day's tasks.

at this time, just after lunch, people typically stopped by your office. whether it was megumi stopping by for a reprieve from his larger than life friends, shoko coming to drag you out for a late lunch, or gojo coming to sprawl himself out on your couch.

so when the sun is high in the sky and no one has come to bother you, you're a little concerned.

when you inquire principal yaga about this, he says he'd last seen nanami headed towards the training grounds. naturally, that's the first place you go. surely he can help you round up your students and their other teacher.

when you arrive at the training grounds, you're surprised to see the first and second year students gathered there, including shoko, watching something just out of your periphery.

"what are you guys doing?" you ask, catching shoko's attention.

she simply gestures to the main area. "sight-seeing."

"sight-seeing?" you frown. "this is the training grounds."

"i know."

you follow her line of sight, curious to see what's gotten everyone's attention.

oh.

the summer breeze combined with the afternoon sun seems to have prompted nanami and gojo to shed a few layers of clothing as they sparred. nanami's abandoned his blazer, the sleeves of his blue dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, and the topmost buttons undone.

gojo's thrown his jacket aside, leaving him in a nicely fitted black t-shirt.

wordlessly, you lower yourself to sit next to shoko.

with his loose-fitting uniform, it was easy to forget how brawny your fiancé was. now you could see everything. broad shoulders tapering down to a trim waist and long legs.

he's handling himself in hand-to-hand combat against nanami with ease, footwork practiced and posture immaculate. his body is tight, muscular, rigid. the tension of his toned biceps just right as he swings at the blond. he smirks when it connects and the sorcerer is knocked backward a few steps. it's horribly attractive.

"hey," shoko interrupts your daydreaming when she nudges you. "did you need something?"

you're too busy tracking a drop of sweat rolling down the side of gojo's throat to recall. "i don't remember."

you can't really focus when he's panting like that, chest heaving and tongue darting out to glide across his bottom lip. he grunts with the effort of deflecting a hit, his muscles flexing as he maneuvers his torso to avoid a follow up. when his shirt rides up, you absolutely don't think about where that white trail of hair below his navel leads, heat pooling in your gut as--

"why aren't you both working?"

you both jump as if you'd been caught doing something illegal as principal yaga steps in front of you, arms crossed.

"sorry, sir," you apologize, bowing your head as your face heats up.

_____

gojo is equal parts confused and aroused when he steps into your office and you immediately lock the door behind him. this may or may not have been the beginning of a fantasy of his.

“noticed you oogling me earlier,” he smirks. then he pauses, thinking. “or is it ogling? am i saying it right?”

“satoru?”

“yeah babe?”

“shut up.”

he's half convinced this is a fantasy when you grab the front of his shirt and pull him close, hungrily pressing your lips to his.

he goes to lift them hem of his shirt up, but you stop him, muttering,

keep it on.

well, he thinks as you trail kisses down the column of his throat.

if you say so.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut!

[augustinewrites]

ngl but it would be so funny if satoru does end up adopting a dog but then it turns passive aggressive with him cause it enjoys fushigojo mom and baby's company more than him xD

adopting a dog is satoru’s idea.

he’s always liked dogs. but he’d never been allowed one when he a kid, and later on his life had been way too hectic to accommodate caring for a pet.

but now that he was settled down with his family was the perfect time for a pet. finally, the white picket fence dream he hadn’t known he wanted would be complete.

it’d taken him nearly a year to convince you. nearly a year of begging and spamming your phone with cute puppy videos. nearly a year of you saying no to his and his little mini-me's adorable pouty faces.

you'd only agreed after giving him a very long lecture about the responsibilities of caring for a pet. (it was almost as if he wasn't already the greatest husband father, teacher, and sorcerer.)

he really thought he'd won after you'd ordered him to begin dog-proofing the house. thought he'd won the day you finally agreed to go down to the shelter and came home with the newest addition to your little family.

but it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

"i hate you so much."

the australian shepherd, named miso by your daughter, tilts its head, staring up at satoru innocently.

well, as innocent as a wife stealing, daughter hogging, mochi snatching thief can look.

"oh no, you can't cute your way out of this with me," satoru grumbles, to which miso tries to prove him wrong by barking and shaking his fluffy bottom excitedly.

"attention seeker," he scoffs, walking over to begin setting the table for lunch.

the pitter patter of paws follows him, miso circling his legs happily. not only is he getting dog fur all over his new pants, but this is surely an attempt to trip him too.

the two boys look up at the sound of keys scraping into the door, followed by you and your daughter's hushed giggles.

satoru instinctively looks at the spot on the counter where his wallet usually sits and sighs when he finds it empty. miso on the other hand (or paw?) barks and spins in exactly one circle.

but this time the patter of tiny feet running across the floorboards makes satoru smile, kneeling down to receive a hug from--

"miso!" rina yells, the three year old wrapping her arms around the dog's neck.

then you come along, rubbing salt in the wound when you scratch behind the dog's ears before pressing a kiss to it's head.

this is so unfair. dog's are supposed to be a man's best friend.

but if the stupid dog can make his two best girls smile...then it's not all bad.

#keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut! #[💌—inbox]

[augustinewrites]

I saw your bulletpoint post! I would like to know more about mom and satorus life with their new baby! 💕

satoru cries at all his baby’s firsts. first time he holds her, her first bath, first laugh. he’s just so emotional. cause it’s all the stuff he missed with megumi and tsumiki

new big brother megumi is the first visitor (bought her first stuffed animal), followed by godparents nanami and shoko

i wanna say she’s an easy baby but she is Satoru’s Daughter. needy. clingy. keeps them up all night for the first few weeks. when he thinks she’s asleep and puts her down she starts fussing immediately to be picked up

but oh my god satoru 🥺 he is so gentle with her. he loves being the one to hold her and sometimes you catch him just watching her in complete awe. she is so so cherished.

there’s no big announcement when she’s born. he doesn’t really want to draw any unwanted attention because she’s yours and she’s his

they move into their new home a few months after baby is born!! gojo had it built way out of the city for a little peace and quiet

mostly bcs you are both a little nervous :( as new parents and as parents to a child that could inherit ten shadows or limitless. cursed techniques that are highly coveted, passed down from important people.

and i feel like that makes satoru super protective!! he doesn’t like leaving you both at home so he insists on either all three of you going or sending ijichi on grocery runs

but he slowly gets more comfortable on family outings. (he’s not just a dilf, he’s still satoru gojo)

so when you do go out he HAS to stop by the baby section. whether it’s clothes or toys or books he leaves with minimum three items.

but he loves when you go on walks together. half the time he’s pushing an empty stroller bcs he’s holding her in his arms. if he’s not holding her then he’s taking loads of pictures

he loves visiting the students. he loves how they gush and coo at the little baby in his arms. loves seeing how protective megumi gets when someone unfamiliar gets a little too close

oh! tummy time is also a favourite in their house. they just lay together and play and read and cuddle

he cries at all her milestones. especially when her first word is dada 🥺

#[💌—inbox] #keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut! #cw children

[augustinewrites]

augustine!! how do u think the reader's father acts w the kids or what he thinks of the whole situation (a random thought sry 😭)

hi i LOVE this question sm

you’re picking through a crate of peaches in search of the perfect ones when someone says your name.

smiling at the familiar voice, you turn to see your father standing behind you.

“hi!” you gasp, moving in to give him a hug. he holds you tightly, a hand smoothing over your hair briefly before he holds you at an arms length, suddenly very serious as he looks you up and down.

“how are you?”

you’ve been expecting this. even now, your father is still your father. “good. i’ve been good.”

“that boy of yours is treating you well?”

“very well, i promise.” you look around, spotting him a few meters away with the kids, the three of them debating over which muffins to buy. “he’s over there, actually.”

you watch - a little nervous - as your father’s gaze drifts to megumi and tsumiki.

“those are toji’s…”

“yes,” you confirm nervously. “we’re their legal guardians. and before you say anything, no, satoru didn’t pressure me into helping him. we all make our own choices, and i chose this. chose them.”

you both watch as gojo loses the battle, reluctantly exchanging the box of chocolate chip muffins for carrot muffins. it makes you laugh, drawing his attention to the two of you. he raises a hand in greeting, staring straight at your father.

oddly, you sense that you’re missing something.

your father is silent for a few moments, the expression on his face a bit hard to read as he watches gojo and the kids. you have a feeling that he disapproves, that he thinks you should return home and—

“are you happy?”

the question catches you off guard. “what?”

“with them,” he repeats patiently, waiting. “are you happy?”

your answer comes naturally, like breathing. “yes.”

he hums, his question and your answer hanging between you two for a moment. you feel like a child again, craving nothing but your father’s approval and praise.

“good.” there’s a gentleness in your father’s smile that makes you feel safe and secure in your decision. “we should have dinner sometime. i would love the chance to properly meet my grandchildren.”

#keeping up with the fushigojos #keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut! #if you know you know ;) #[💌—inbox]

[augustinewrites]

do the fushigojos ever have like little family game nights or anything like that 😄 ik they’re always busy but 🥹

game night is every second friday! it used to be every friday but megumi and gojo get too competitive

game night becomes tradition the day tsumiki blows everyone away by being insanely good at jenga.

she just always seemed to know which block to pick, and when megumi (ever the sore loser) had accused his sister of just being lucky, she'd replied, "you don't need to be lucky if you're smart." then she'd sneezed and bumped the coffee table with her knee, sending the whole thing toppling over.

but it'd made megumi laugh, and it'd been the first time you and gojo had heard him make a sound that wasn't irritated or condescending.

gojo was ecstatic that the kids seemed to have found an interest in something since moving in. so he came home the next friday with an armful of board and card games, gathered the three of you into the living room, and declared that every friday night would be game night.

the kids loved it (especially when gojo threw a couple of bills on the table and told them that it'd belong to the winner of whatever game you played that night).

megumi had an affinity for scrabble and word-based games. it was amusing to see how perplexed gojo would look each time the six year old put down a word none of you knew the meaning of. it was even more amusing to see the distressed look on his face when the kid pocketed all the money from his wallet.

tsumiki was usually fine with whatever game, but for some reason, she loved monopoly (pictionary used to be her favourite, but you'd banned the game after the incident where megumi threw the popcorn bowl at gojo's head for not being able to get 'jelly' from a drawing of a jellyfish).

and, yeah, capitalism brought the worst out of everyone, gojo ended up owning half the properties on the board, at least one person broke down and almost flipped the board over, and the game took forever to end, but that's exactly what she liked about it.

because it meant she got to spend more time with her favourite people.

#keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut!

[augustinewrites]

fushigojo reader is definitely gonna be answering the door on halloween and saying super nice things to the kids abt their costumes while she hands out candy while gojo’s like “babe we can just leave the bowl out” or getting into a argument with an 8 y.o. (*cough* megumi)

he absolutely would he’s so annoying

gojo’s 23 out of 100 pieces of candy in when you snatch the box out of his hands.

“hey! that candy’s not for you,” you huff.

groaning, he lets his head fall back against the couch. “then you should put it in a bowl outside if you don’t want me to eat it.”

“and let some asshole kid pour the whole bowl into his bag an hour into the night? i think not.”

at the table, megumi scoffs. “should i tell her that you did that last year?”

at that, gojo straightens immediately. “you say a word, and i’m gonna sell all your pokemon cards.”

“whatever, knockoff kakashi.”

“hey—”

megumi’s saved by a knock at the door, to which you appear, straightening your witch hat as your glare shifts between them. “behave, both of you. or i’m returning you both to your clans.”

“low blow,” gojo mutters under his breath as you roll your eyes, pulling the front door open. you’re suddenly all smiles, the kids giggling at your praises as you drop handfuls of candy into their bags.

tsumiki skips into the room, an angel in every sense of the word as she dons a halo and the fluffy white wings you helped her make the night before. “megumi! put on your horns so we can go!”

grumbling, megumi adjusts the little red horns atop his unruly head of hair.

this is something worth getting up for, gojo decides. he pulls his phone from his pocket, gathering the three of you into his arms to snap a few pictures before sending the kids off.

“stay in well-lit neighbourhoods!” you call after them. “look both ways before you cross the street, and be home by 8:30!”

“yeah, and don’t come back unless your bags are full,” gojo adds, to which you slap his arm.

he just laughs, dragging you inside and shutting the door, pressing you against it and peppering kisses upon your face until you laugh, catching his lips with yours.

“hey, now that they’re gone, why don’t you let me give you a treat?”

#keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut! #gojo x reader #jjk gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen drabbles

[augustinewrites]

fushigojo reader grieving really bad maybe??

cw: grief, major jjk manga spoilers below the cut…anon why would you do this to us 😔

i just put the trick in trick or treat bcs that prompt is way too scary i’m sorry 😭

#[💌—inbox] #keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut! #i’m sorry y’all 😭 #i had to

[augustinewrites]

fun fushigojo thought: everyone knows about tsumiki’s boyfriend except gojo bcs they know he’s gonna freak out.

#he finds out the day he makes an unexpected trip to their school #to pick up a recently suspended megumi ofc #keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut!

[augustinewrites]

Hey, you are absolutely slaying with your writing. I had a question, how do the Fushigojos all show their love to each other? They seem like they’d have interesting dynamics. Thank you!! You slay!

omg thank you so much!! and i think this question is best answered in terms of all their love languages

megumi: acts of service!! his help around the house is often offered unprompted. he puts away groceries, helps fold laundry etc etc. and he'd never in a million thousand years tell gojo or tsumiki that he loves them, but he always takes off his guardian's sunglasses and sets them on the table whenever he falls asleep on the couch. and, yeah, he beats up anyone who talks smack behind his sister's back.

gojo: gift giving. it's definitely because of the way he was raised. being who he is he probably got whatever he wanted when he was a kid and it definitely warped the way he perceives the showing of love and appreciation. not to mention he's loaded. so of course he's going to use his money to treat his loved ones. sure he makes fun of megumi for being a book nerd, but he always makes sure his book shelf is loaded.

tsumiki: quality time. she just loves to be around her family because i just know she's always appreciated the sense of stability and comfort they offer her. even if megumi's being a dick, because to her it means that they're finally in a comfortable enough place when he's not tense all the time.

#fushigojo mom is all of them!! #keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut! #[💌—inbox]

[augustinewrites]

when did the fushigojos get together? how did gojo convince fushiguro to say yes?? i need all the details 😫

note: fushigojo mom isn’t a fushiguro (if that’s who you’re referring to)! it’s fushiguro (megumi & tsumiki) and gojo (gojo & reader)

but as for how the gojo’s got together…most of that is gonna be in the next ask i answer about fushigojo mom’s ties to the zenin clan! if you’re asking about the fushigojo fam and how they became a thing, here u go:

basically gojo tried to do it all on his own. he met megumi and at first just visited the kids from time to time and paid their bills and made sure they were eating. that went on for like a month maybe? all the while he was convincing the zenin’s to buzz off.

enter his gf, who thinks he’s cheating. he’s being all secretive and stuff so she follows him (at shoko’s behest) and discovers where he’s actually going all the time.

then they have dinner together and it’s…actually not bad. they help the kids with their homework and do some cleaning up. they spend two weeks trying to figure out what to do, where they’ll send them, but suddenly the idea of leaving them is hard.

so they become their legal guardians.

#fushigojo mom is basically an oc at this point but i love a good backstory #keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut!

[augustinewrites]

JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST

series (gojo x reader)

keeping up with the fushigojos || the trials and tribulations of helping the strongest sorcerer in the jujutsu world face his biggest challenge yet: raising megumi

please don’t spam like. gentle reminder that you don’t need to like all of the 100+ posts in a row. if you really want to support me and this series at least consider reblogging a fic or five!!

merry christmas from the fushigojos

lunchbox

the talk

loose tooth

nutmeg

tense

grounded

proposal

drunken dancing

shibuya

weird sidekicks

adult time

halloween

two truths and a lie

anniversary

221

sweet nothing

family meeting

school dance

mother’s day

the more you know

dad!gojo

three conditions

off days

first kisses & falling in love

empty apartment

first crush

bachelorette party

irresistible

sharing is caring

stay

2006

sick day

watch and learn

the fushigohomes

a losing battle

conflicts of interest

gojo bday fic!

keeping up with the fushigojos: extended cut!

game night

halloween nonsense

sight-seeing

can’t lose you

united front

miracle

in laws

babysitter

grandchildren

thief

just a bad dream

fushigojo headcanons (too many, check the tag for more!)

random fushigojo hc’s

picking sides

other parent

appreciation

one-shots

friendzone

there was only one bed

first fight

colpo di fulmine

long night

a favour

child rearing

proud parent

headcanons

proposal hcs

one-shots

cats & compromise

shikigami can’t keep secrets

drabbles

first date

accidental confession

birthday

drabbles

more than you know

eyes on me

emergency contact

being needed and being loved

hotter than jlaw

drabbles

truth or dare

#augustine.navi