#lovesick gojo

[clamenstell]

thinking about lovesick!gojo

- lovesick!gojo who fell in love with you when you held his hand in comfort when he was upset from being scolded by the higher ups about something reckless he did.

- lovesick!gojo who noticed the way you understood that he was still young and even the strongest made mistakes, which is okay as he's still learning.

- lovesick!gojo who started noticing little things about you, like how you pick your nails when nervous, how your eyes light up when talking about your interest, how you tap your pencil in thought when working in class and when you smile, little dimples appear on your cheeks.

- lovesick!gojo who gets butterflies in his stomach whenever you giggle at his terrible jokes while suguru and shoko both roll their eyes in annoyance.

- lovesick!gojo who jokes around even more in order to hear you laugh again, even when the others grow even more tired of him.

- lovesick!gojo who doesn't try to hide how much he wants to hang out with you, who makes up ridiculous excuses to spend time with you. "What do you mean Suguru is busy? Isn't he right there?" "HAHAHA! That's hilarious, let's go somewhere else..." as he drags your form in the opposite way.

- lovesick!gojo who falls even more when you indulge in his teasing. "Need some help?~" You roll your eyes. "I wouldn't want to bother the strongest one~ I'm sure you have better things to do." His grin widens. "It's ok, I don't mind sparing my time for you~"

- lovesick!gojo who tries to impress you everytime you're both assigned on the same mission, showing off at every chance he got and turning his head expectantly to you to see if you were watching him. "Did you see how I exorcised that curse?" "Yes, you did great Satoru.🙄" ":))))"

- lovesick!gojo who feels the pit of jealousy when he sees you conversing with a kyoto student, even more when he sees you laugh at something he said. You were suppose to laugh at his jokes, not a random nobody's.

- lovesick!gojo who appears right by your side in the middle of your conversation, sliding an arm around your waist, pouting and batting his eyelashes. "Baby, I thought we had something special :((( 🥺🥺🥺" "Satoru what the fuck."

- lovesick!gojo who grins in victory when the kyoto guy leaves in panic from seeing the affectionate display, but frowns when you scold him for disturbing your conversation. It doesn't matter, he still won and now your attention is on him instead :)

- lovesick!gojo who loves sharing sweets with you. Whenever he bought pastries from your favourite bakery he will always get extra to share with you. He especially loved seeing your face light up whenever he mentioned getting your favourite pastry.

- lovesick!gojo who gets surprised when you always return the favor, always sharing baked goods you bought, even getting the extra sweet ones just for him.

- lovesick!gojo who's ears turn red at the thought of you buying something just for him, no one else.

- lovesick!gojo who swears he will marry you one day, no matter the circumstance, not even the higher ups would stop him. All he need is to ask you out first, but seeing you chuckle as you two shared a chocolate cake, he thought staying by your side is good enough for now. After all, he's not getting cured from this sickness anytime soon.

he's so 🥺❤️😍🥺🤗😚❤️😳🥰❤️ to me

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[ofoceansandtombsanew]

obsessed with the idea of seelie faerie prince gojou, as charming and as tricksy as all fae are. his snow-white hair eye catching and his azure eyes like gems pressed into his flesh

seelie prince satoru whose very birth shook faerieland as foretold by the stars red, blue and purple stars that soared through the sky the night of his birth

seelie prince satoru who is much more observant than his penchant for revels and merrymaking belies

seelie prince satoru who relishes in obnoxiously getting under the skin of the gentry of his court with his radical ideas that challenge the traditions that have been established for centuries

seelie prince satoru whose court is filled with political strife between three major families- the gojou, zenin and kamo. and it's really just his look this particular luck that he's bleeding out after a particularly harrowing attempt on his life. must have been that petty bastard naoya but in this particular moment, numb from poison and with a bloodied torso it really isn't going to do him any good trying to figure out who sent the now dead assassin after him

he won't die from this, he's been developing an immunity to poison. but even so, this is tough on his body as he sits in a misty forest waiting for the poison to wear off on his body with the scent of iron strong in the air

that's when he sees something that any faerie would consider the worst omen ー he sees you.

faeries are immortal folk. unless someone goes out of their way to kill them, they never die. it's what makes them stronger, far further creatures than humans with their insect-length lifespans

seelie prince satoru who even with his eyes, it's difficult seeing you clearly with poison muddling his senses but he sees the tell-tell white hair and gray skin and he knows you're a banshee

seelie prince satoru who chuckles humorlessly as he accepts that apparently, his luck has run out

he's sure of this as you slowly come closer and closer until he sees you much more clearly. your eyes are bloodshot, as to be expected of your kind. but your eyes might be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. they're a pale lilac and your pupils are a ghostly white, shockingly light against the reds of your eyes but even that looks beautiful. he never cared particularly for the color red before but in this moment he can understand why red caps crave the color so and satoru thinks that if he is going to hear those damning cries that will seal his fate in this instant, he's glad it's you

banshees were human women that died in grief, right? that died tragedy before the grace of the gods turned them fae. death is a beautiful look on you but he wonders what you'd look if you were still colored in the shades of life that once blossomed over you like spring blooms

and so you part your lips... but rather than wail and scream, announcing to the headless riders of faerie that death is near, death is coming for gojou satoru your eyebrows knit in worry and you ask

"are you alright?" as you kneel by his side, reaching for his wounds carefully. your voice is honestly akin to hearing birdsong in the night, a juxtaposition he wasn't prepared for. "here, let me help you"

apparently the seelie prince's luck is greater still. death won't come for him yet. instead, he's become a hypocrite. an unintelligent hypocrite but he can't quite seem to make himself care in this instance when he is tended to by your cold but gentle touch and your lark-like voice drips like honey from your lips.

whether it's folk or mortal, satoru likens love to a curse that makes those around him stupid. a curse that leads to betrayals, war and frankly too much strife he desires to deal with

yet in this moment, that very curse seemed to course through his veins

stupid is as stupid does, seelie prince satoru's lips part and he asks you as if enraptured in a spell "please marry me and i'll love you more faithfully than any man, fae or otherwise"

as for you... you're simply a banshee who just happened to be in this forest when you spotted an injured elf in the distance and decided to see if he'd accept your help if he didn't outright lose his mind in fear at the sight of you. you think he might have considering the words that left his mouth

it must be the blood loss talking

unfortunately for you and much to the aggravation of suguru and kento, seelie prince satoru's most trusted advisors, satoru was very much serious and fervently keeps referring to you as his future queen when you haven't even accepted the proposal

seelie prince satoru who insists you stay in his palace, at the very least until after a revel in a few moons time he wishes to throw in your honor. as thanks for treating his injuries which are still healing, might he add. anything could happen, what if a banshee needs to herald his death and one isn't around? he would also like the time to woo you over. please? just until then

seelie prince satoru who ignores the ardent whispers that it is bad luck for a banshee to be so close the prince. that insist that death fae are like roaches. surely if one appears, there will be more banshee and dullahan that follow

seelie prince satoru who coldly states that any such insult toward the woman who saved his life will find those who said them hearing the chilling cries they so fear sooner than they'd enjoy

#look she's writing #ish #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #faeries #seelie #unseelie #banshee #i've been obsessed with faeries and mythology since i was a child and banshees are one of my favs not sorry #pls allow a hoe to indulge #lovesick gojo #he makes his advisors sick they're so fucking done with him #jjk faerie au

[satorusplayplace]

but you’re my baby! | gojo satoru

☆ gojo x fem!reader (fem reader in mind, nothing explicit)

☆ content warning(s): none! just fluff :3 and gojo is annoying asf

☆ a/n: i just wanted to post something stupid and short. hope you enjoy!

“baby…” he pouts at you just showing all of his bottom lip.

“no. i need to focus on this because you don’t do it yourself.” you continue rewriting his report to principal yaga about yuuji’s training lately. satoru never writes anything correctly so of course his beautiful wife, you, has to do it correctly for him.

“but yaga will understand… he doesn’t care!!” he starts to tug at your pants while he’s laying on his back on the floor, begging for his dear wife’s attention.

“gojo. no.” you continue to try to ignore his pleads and tugging but soon he wraps himself all around you.

“why do you always do this to me? it’s like you haven’t seen me in a week?” you say and then he looks at you like you’re stupid.

“THAS LSITERWALKY WHY IM ACHTING LIKE THIS. I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN A WEEK. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” he yells and threw himself onto the bed.

“baby.. i’m sorry. i just got caught up in the week you were gone… and might’ve enjoyed time without you because you cling to me every second of the day…” you trail off “but i do love you. i’m sorry baby. you can’t be that mad. you make me do all your work.” you start pouring at him and he just starts at you.

“you do it yourself. i try to turn it in before you see it because it’s not to your stupid quality.” he pouts and sees you cuddling up to his chest now.

“well that’s because even if you’re the strongest, can’t you just put a little work into your reports? seriously, you just turn in a drawing of a penis saying that the training went well. absolutely no detail.” you say and cuddle into him as he wraps his arms around you. satoru then starts kissing your head, while his hands slowly go down to your butt.

“seriously..?” you deadpan and then he squeezes your butt.

“yeah. i like your butt… hehehe.”

“you’re gonna get it gojo satoru.” and that’s when satoru gets off the bed and starts running from you.

hi guysss :3 this is just a little stupid something before i post another request in the next week or so!! it’s the last request but you guys can still send in requests! right now i hope you guys can send in requests for gojo! i’ve been trying to cope after that new chapter leak of 225 😭😭

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[sweetheart-satoru]

DEVIL IN DISGUISE ━━━ gojou satoru.

"W-what even are you?" You ask, backing away from him, cursing to yourself when your back hits the headboard. He grins menacingly,

"Baby, I'm a fucking god."

No, he was the opposite. He was the devil in disguise.

"You seriously never heard of Gojou Satoru?" You shake your head and laugh as your friend stares at you like you are crazy, "Nope. Why? Is he important?" Your friend, Amelia, gapes at you. "He's one of the richest people ever! And he's having a fancy party at his house!" You shrug as she parks her car in a deserted area. "Well, I didn't know that or him."

She gets out of the car, goes to the backseat and puts on her backpack. "He’s famous!" You just shrug again, chuckling as you grab your backpack and do the same. "So where are we going again." Amelia looks nervous "Dummy, we are going to the party." She pulls out two dresses, hers was red and less revealing, and yours was black but pretty revealing.

You stopped dead in your tracks, "What?" She scratches the back of her head, "You said you needed some excitement in your life, and I'm bringing it to you!" She chuckles nervously. "I don't care for excitement anymore," you step back, but she grabs your arm and glares at you before grinning, "Come on, don't be a wuss." The change in her attitude startled you, but not a lot. “I’ll change first.” She says. “Can we switch dresses?” You ask, “Nope!”

When you finish changing, she drags you to a top of a hill and you see a massive house in the distance. "Holy shit." You mutter. "What a lovely home." She hums, "Isn't it? Let's go." You hesitate, which makes her cock her brow and frown deeply before you follow her back into the car, which lightens her mood immediately. For the last three months, these switch-ups from nervousness and sadness switch to cockiness, teasing, anger, and flirting.

... [ twenty minutes later ]

When you finally drove up to the house, which took forever, you sighed. Two big gates faced you and Amelia.

"Oh, well. Look at that, Ame. There are huge gates in front of the house, I guess we should turn back because this place looks fucking abandoned-" She grabs something in her pocket, and puts it in the keyhole. After a few moments, she unlocks it. Amelia cheers, "Oh, fuck yeah!" And uses not a lot of force to push the gates open, which shocks you because the gates are huge. "Damn, girl. You got stronger." She just smirks at you, narrowing her eyes down at you. They look different. Were her eyes always blue?

"Come," she grins, it looks off, "let's go in." You nod, following her.

"Woah," you mutter, "this place is empty but huge. Where is everyone?" Amelia looks at you, "Maybe we’re just early?” You turn to her, "Oh,” you decide to change the subject, “how is he? You know, Goji or whatever. His name is hard to remember." You stick your tongue out, and you don't expect Amelia to burst out laughing the way she was. She was hunched over, holding her stomach.

As she wipes a tear, you speak. "Damn, I didn't think you would laugh. I thought you were gonna lecture me or something." You pat her back, chuckling. "It's Gojou, and he was around our age. Like, twenty-two or something. You nod your head, “He’s only a year older than us!”

Suddenly, you feel a burst of wind and hear the doors shut. "Let's explore!" She grabs your wrist, but you pull back. "Did you not just see or hear that, Ame?" You step back, and she steps forward, "See or hear what? Nothing happened." You turn to see the doors open, like how you two left them.

"Oh." I must be going crazy.

"Yeah, anyways. Let's go!" You just quietly follow after her, not wanting to make her mad like she was before. But the uneasy feeling in your stomach never left. You felt like you were being watched. From multiple different areas. If you thought about it enough, you would count six different areas. Like six eyes were watching your every move.

Your mind was telling you to run, and your heart was beating fast, but you ignored them both and continued to follow her as she found the basement.

Down here, it is dark. You can't see anything, and Amelia is still holding onto your wrist. "Ame? Turn your flashlight on, I can't see anything." She lets go of your hand, falling down to the ground on her knees.

Amelia is gripping her hair, you take out your phone to turn on the flash, "Ame?! Ame!" She shakes her head and cries in your arm.

"I am so sorry y/n. I'm so sorry." She is fully sobbing now, "Hey, come on. Let's just leave, this place is creepy." You stop, and you finally realize it. Her eyes are brown.

They were never blue.

What? You swore when you saw them, they were blue. You stand up, trying to bring her up with you.

"Amelia! What the hell is wrong with you." You stare at her, and she looks fucking terrified. She's staring behind you. "P-please forgive me." You tilt your head and turn around with the flash.

And there it was, Amelia, standing there with a menacing smirk plastered on her face. But it wasn't Amelia. Because Amelia was in your arms. The Amelia you are staring at has blue eyes. They shine bright like diamonds in the dark basement. "Ame.. what did you do..?" You whispered, slowly turning back to the one in your arms, "Knock her out, Ame." You hear it. The difference in the voice. It's a guy now.

Before you can turn around, you feel a punch being thrown into your head. Amelia has knocked you out clean. But not in a way to kill you, just enough force to make you pass out.

When you finally wake up, you're in another dark room. But, there's a window. And, you're lying in a bed. This is not your room. Everything comes rushing back to you. "Ame!" You yell, removing the sheets that were on you. "y/n," she mutters weakly, "don't be loud. He will hear us." You crawl to the end of the bed, where you see her beaten, bruised, and tied up before you. Before you step foot off the bed, "Don't get off the bed, something will happen. It's not good." She whispers.

Tears well up in your eyes, "What happened to you? Why did you hit me? Why did you change?" She tries quietly shushing you, like a baby, to calm you down. "It happened three months ago when it started. Did you notice? The change in my attitude, the colour of my eyes?” You shook your head, “It’s okay, we’ll get out of here-”

“Let me talk, please? I’m gonna die here,” you shake your head, “No! You won’t. I won’t let you-”

“y/n. Shut the hell up now,” and you are quiet, her voice is stern but shaky, “I’m gonna die. There is no doubt about it. I explored this house three months ago, with someone else. They’re dead, too. I lied to you, okay? I lied. Gojou Satoru isn’t alive, he’s some type of ghost or something. He is our age, though. But he died, in this house. Someone killed him, and now he kills everyone. But something’s wrong. He can’t leave this house unless he takes someone's body, or unless someone splits their soul with him. He said to me that… he loves you. Those three months where I’ve been crazy, he turned into me so he could meet with you, and talk with you. He fell in love with you. There is no party, he wanted to see you dressed up nicely other than your home and work clothes.”

Your eyes widen, in love? “You need to find a way to get out of here-” Before she could even finish her sentence, her head twists in different directions, and her screams go silent when her head bursts. Blood splashes your face. You’re in too much shock to realize what just happened. But when it finally hits you, you scream. And you cry. “Ame..” You mumble, leaning back into the bed. Your head immediately shoots up when you hear the door open. You hear a sigh, and you see the most beautiful person ever created walk into the room. He was absolutely perfect. His eyes, his height, his body, his legs, his hair, his face. “You done staring?” Then you glare.

“Sheesh, what’s with the mean look? Aw, are you mad cuz’ I killed your little friend?” You throw one of your heels at him, to which he easily dodges. “y/n,” he sings, “don’t be mad.” You crawl backwards, but he just keeps coming forward. “W-what even are you?" You ask, backing away from him, cursing to yourself when your back hits the headboard. He grins menacingly, his lips hovering over yours.

"Baby, I'm a fucking god."

No, he was the opposite. He was the devil in disguise.

notes:

my back hurts so much help

also, part two or nah

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’ll relearn love at our kitchen table ; satoru gojo

synopsis; satoru doesn’t quite know what love is supposed to feel like. but if it means coming home to you, it can’t possibly be that much of a curse.

word count; 4.9k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, satoru gojo vs. the mortifying ordeal of being loved, fluff fluff fluff!!, a hint of angst if you reeeaallyyy squint, gojo’s pov, the babygirlification of satoru gojo, i just think being babied would fix him <33

a/n; i wanted to write something for suguru or shoko but this man is genuinely holding my brain hostage atp so more satoru fluff it is!! physically i could write gojo angst yes but emotionally? imagine the toll…

when satoru steps over the threshold to your apartment, he’s downright exhausted.

it’s a heavy kind of fatigue, a little sickening. the kind that seems to sneak its way into his bones, crawl its way under his skin. dragging him down, down, down.

a yawn slips from his lips.

the mission itself wasn’t too tough — anything is a breeze for satoru gojo, that fact needs no elaboration. this one was just a little more taxing than usual, slightly more important, which meant he had to deal with the technicalities of it all. had to listen to the elders go on and on about the importance of discretion, about finishing things swiftly and efficiently, and something else he didn’t stick around long enough to hear.

and the curse? a small fry, really. nothing worth fussing over. but it was annoying, with that irritatingly effective barrier technique. how long did he have to stay inside that goddamn veil before it let him get close enough to land a hit? 

satoru doesn’t want to think about it, can’t be bothered to figure it out when all he wants is to collapse into the warm comfort of a soft mattress. all he knows is that when it finally lifted, the night sky was the only thing he could see. a vacuum of stars — taunting in its perpetuity.

so, with all that being said; to say satoru feels a little worn out might be a bit of an understatement. 

hair slightly tousled, eyelids heavy with sleep-deprivation, he slumps against the wall and allows himself to simply breathe. a soft groan flows from his parted lips as he stretches idly, a small respite for his stiff and achy joints, his tired muscles. 

it’s been a long day. but satoru still finds it in him to exhale a relieved breath, to drag his blindfold down to his neck and kick off his shoes.

because it’s been a long, long day — but now he’s finally home.

(not just a house, not just an apartment, but a home. a place of comfort and belonging. satoru didn’t think that was a luxury he would ever be able to afford.)

the moment he lets the door close behind him, a particular scent greets him. soothing in its familiarity, the only thing in his life that never seems to change; a blend between fresh laundry, and watered houseplants, and something that smells a bit like honey. maybe even sweeter than usual, though satoru chalks that up to his mind playing tricks on him. 

it’s nice. so nice. coming back to something warm and real, a respite from his hectic work. a safe haven, of sorts, one that hasn’t been taken from him just yet.

satoru likes to think of your front door as a threshold between realms, a gap between within and without. one is dark in its saturation, plagued by that never-fading smell of iron, while the other is simply warm. sacred in its normalcy. 

everything looks just as it should, the same as when he rushed out this morning; a fluffy blanket draped over the couch haphazardly, that soft golden light streaming out from the kitchen, your shoes by the front door.

satoru blinks, drowsily.

wait.

why is the kitchen light still on?

as if his eyes could ever deceive him, satoru rubs the skin under them groggily — blinking once, then twice. 

yep, it’s still there — that soft fluorescent glow. a sight he’s come to associate with breakfast and dinner and a mellow kind of love, laughter shared over warm meals made by human hands. food tastes better, satoru has come to realize, when you have someone to eat it with. 

ah, but it’s odd. did you forget to turn the lights off? that’s not very like you. 

as if possessed by a strange, irresistible longing, his feet carry him to the kitchen in question. undeniably groggy, his uncoordinated steps are riddled with fatigue, but the yearning in his chest compels him to move forward anyway — a kind of yearning he only fully understands when he enters the space, and sees you slumped over the table, a familiar flicker of cursed energy capturing his attention.

you’re asleep.

satoru stills, where he stands by the threshold between the kitchen and the living room.

everything looks the same as always — cookie jars placed on the highest shelf to give him an excuse to help you reach them, origami made from newspapers he never bothers to read anyway, a vase standing proudly on the kitchen counter, stuffed with fresh flowers he bought for you two days ago. 

the red roses still haven’t wilted, shining in the blue of the moonlight flickering in. good. they’re pretty, but maybe next time he should get you something more original. maybe some sunflowers, something that could rival the brightness of your smile. do they even sell sunflowers this time of year? if you were awake, satoru would ask you, even though you always tell him to just google it —

but you're not awake. you’re fast asleep, cheek squished against the kitchen table, snoring softly.

satoru feels his mood lift at the sight alone, and suddenly he doesn’t feel as tired anymore. something soft and almost otherworldly sprouts in his chest, as he takes you in, stepping closer. almost giddy, just to see you up close.

you look so peaceful and relaxed, so content. elbows resting on the table as soft little breaths fall from your parted lips; he spots a bit of drool on the corner of your bottom lip, gaze fond as he wipes it away with his thumb. he can’t resist the urge to poke your cheek, and it makes you stir ever so slightly — lips curling up into something akin to a sleepy smile.

satoru grins.

(you’re so cute.)

despite his fatigue, he hears himself chuckle, all soft and amused and a little bit lovesick. it comes to him so easily, when he’s with you; that upturn of his lips, the butterflies in his stomach.

satoru is still getting used to it. this cotton candy sweet, light as a feather kind of love. the kind that always feels like spring. but with every day that passes, the life he has with you becomes a little easier to digest. his future with you becomes a little easier to visualize.

yeah, he thinks. he could get used to this. coming home to you.

a soft smile, as he exhales a somewhat exasperated breath. you really shouldn’t be sleeping out here, though. silly.

satoru leans forward, inching closer to your pretty, sleeping face — he almost feels bad, waking you up like this. but he wants to hear your voice so badly.

so he cups your cheek, cold skin meeting warm, his hands still lingering with the bite of the midnight air. his fingertips tingle, buzzing with the body heat that trickles from your veins to his — one single touch is all it takes for him to soften.

the word that falls from his lips breaks the peaceful silence of the kitchen, breathing life into the moment. whispered into your ear, causing your brows to furrow as you gently slip from sleep’s embrace.

“baby…” 

satoru is smiling, when your eyelids flutter open. a sincere smile, reserved for you and his students. bathed in the mellow hue of the kitchen lamp’s illumination, a soft glow curls around the strands of his white hair, creating a halo of artificial light.

blinking sleepily, you gaze at him in silence. something shines in your eyes, something satoru tentatively recognizes as adoration. and he gazes right back at you, with heavy-lidded eyes and a lopsided smile. teasing, lighthearted. thumb smoothing over the apple of your cheek.

then he grins, hopelessly endeared. ”hey there, sleeping beauty.”

a yawn tumbles from your lips, and you lift yourself up. leaning into his touch. “toru…” you mumble, voice a little raspy but still oh so sweet.

satoru doesn’t say anything. he simply takes you into his arms, gently, touch so very delicate — as if you’re made of porcelain. and you just let yourself fall into his embrace, while he tucks you under his chin, safe and secure. 

it’s warm, he thinks. it feels right. complete, somehow.

and satoru thinks to himself that this must be what love feels like. what it’s supposed to feel like, anyhow, all sweet and light. all good and normal, something you never have to question. a cornerstone.

“you’re back…” you drawl, muffled into his uniform as your arms sneak around his thin waist. bringing him closer.

stroking the back of your head softly, satoru’s chest rumbles as he speaks, voice deep and a little raspy. soothing, a lullaby just for you. “yeah,” he hums. ”were you waiting?”

all you do is nuzzle further into his chest, cheek smooshed right over his heart; breathing out a sleepy little mhm that has him going weak at the knees, lips curling up helplessly.

“i wanted to…” you continue, stretching your arms a little to shrug away the remnants of sleep still clinging to your joints. “but i fell asleep.” 

satoru feels you move in his arms, until your jaw settles on top of his shoulder and you press a chaste kiss to his neck. an exhale leaves his lips, something tender in the way his breath wavers.

“welcome home,” is whispered, muffled against his skin. a sentence he never wants to go a single day without hearing. “did the mission go okay?”

he plants a kiss on top of your head, speaking in a low tilt, reassuring. “it did. just took a little longer than i thought.” a soft inhale, as he basks in the scent of your shampoo. “i wanted to text you, but the veil blocked my signal. sorry, sweetie.”

another soft yawn, and a shake of your head. “s’ fine, don’t worry,” you murmur. ”i’m just glad you’re okay.”

satoru chuckles. there’s a fondness to it, light. and then something else, something more heavy — it rumbles through his chest, almost like a purr, or a soothing thunderstorm. he can only hope it’s enough to comfort you.

“of course.” he says the words like they’re indisputable, like they’re written down in scriptures old and worn. cradling you in his strong arms, he pulls you closer to his chest. hoping you’ll feel his heartbeat against you, feel that he’s there. “i always am, aren’t i?”

no answer. only a tiny hum, absentminded.

and satoru knows, deep down, that his words don’t mean much. that a part of you is always going to worry over him, no matter how many times he tells you that there’s no need. that he’ll be fine.

the thought makes him feel a bit guilty. a little sick to his stomach, at the thought of being a source of your anxiety, the reason you can’t fall asleep at night — but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t also make him feel somewhat giddy. the thought tastes sweet, on his tongue, even though it probably shouldn’t.

having someone who worries for you is a luxury, satoru has come to realize. a luxury he has, now, one he hasn’t had since —

well. that’s neither here nor there.

(“be careful, satoru,” he recalls a kind boy saying.

but that was many, many springs ago.)

“oh, right.”

at the sound of your voice, satoru pulls away ever so slightly, gazing down at you. “hm?”

with a single step back, you look up at him. tilting your head. hands still resting securely on his waist, fingertips squeezing at his hips. lightly, affectionately. barely restrained fondness. ”have you had anything to eat yet?”

“yeah. got some takeout on my way back.”

satoru expects you to sigh in relief, at his instantaneous answer. you don’t like it when he skips meals, so these days he’s been trying not to do it as much. even though he doesn’t always have the time to eat properly, and even though the sweets he chews on between missions make him lose his appetite. but he makes an honest attempt, for you.

someone worries for him. someone wants him to eat well. that’s more than enough motivation for satoru gojo.

but you don’t exhale, and you don’t look very relieved, either. you look… disappointed. eyes suddenly glancing down at the floor, lips curled down into a barely noticeable frown. 

“oh,” you breathe. “okay. good.”

one second. then two. satoru tilts his head.

“why?” he stops to think. maybe… “did you make something?”

a certain recognition flickers in the depths of your eyes, and satoru thinks he must be right on the money. chewing at your bottom lip a little, you wait a moment before curling your fingers around his wrist — tugging him away from the kitchen table.

satoru follows, pliantly, until you’re standing in front of the fridge.

“well, um… here,” you mumble, somewhat sheepishly. fingers tapping at the handle before pulling it open. “take a look.”

satoru watches as the fridge door opens, slowly.

he blinks.

the first thing he sees is a single slice of strawberry shortcake. the strawberry looks fresh, glittering like a ruby on top of the softly whisked cream — and layers of sponge cake, that look like they’d melt in his mouth.

and that’s not all. there are a wide array of baked treats stuffed into the cramped space, protected by plastic wrapping and containers. everything from cupcakes with too much frosting — just the way he likes them — to chocolate chip cookies that crumble at the corners, satoru never seems to run out of things to look at. colourful treats, lovingly made and sitting right in front of him. it’s like he’s standing in a patisserie. they almost seem to sparkle, in the peripheral of his vision; glimmering softly, tantalizingly, like something out of a dream.

childish. that’s what nanami and shoko always call him, and he always protests, but —

maybe they have a point, after all. satoru certainly feels a little childish, when he realizes his eyes must be wide and bursting with child-like giddiness. a simple kind of joy, at seeing the ample selection in front of him. especially after that tedious mission prevented him from getting any sugar into his system.

”i did my best,” you mutter, sharing the sight with him as your eyes trail over a pretty bag of pink and green macarons. ”dunno if they turned out any good, but… i hope you’ll like them.”

satoru’s gaze flits over to you. 

he opens his mouth, and then closes it again.

”did you… make these?” a beat. ”for me?”

a blink. ”.. yeah?” who else would they be for?, your eyes seem to say. a little confused.

for a second, satoru can only stare at you. in complete silence, the tired cogs inside his head turning sluggishly as he thinks about the implications of that answer. and with a soft flutter, he feels his heartbeat pick up, warming him up from the inside out. 

you made them. with your own hands. you made all of these and you did it for him.

for some reason, satoru finds it oddly hard to speak, like someone stuffed a bunch of cupcakes down his throat. it’s weird — usually he can’t seem to stop talking, especially not when he’s with you, but… 

(something about this is just too tender.)

you must have been baking all day. no wonder the apartment smelled sweeter than usual, when he walked in.

as if itching to curl around one of the macarons, his fingers twitch, but satoru gulps and keeps them still. he wants to say something, anything, wants to thank you or ask why you’d spend so much of yourself on him, but satoru only stays silent.

and maybe it’s because he’s tired. maybe he’s just a little caught off guard. usually this wouldn’t be that hard to handle — he could just throw himself on you and shower you in kisses, show his appreciation with a flurry of dramatics and declarations of love. 

but right now there seems to be a disconnect, between satoru’s mind and body. maybe the mission drained him more than he realized. or maybe it’s more than that, maybe there’s nothing he can say or do; what words could he even begin to use to properly verbalize the emotions he’s feeling right now? how could his touch ever begin to measure up to the sweet sensation unfurling in his chest?

the silence doesn’t last long. as satoru stands there and spirals, you speak up, most likely chalking it up to him being too sleepy to react. 

”this mission was especially rough, right?” you begin, with a soft tilt of your head. a smile curls its way onto your lips, proud and sweet. sweeter than everything in the fridge combined.

one step, then two. you inch closer to him, until there’s almost no space between you — standing on your tiptoes, one hand on his shoulder and the other reaching for his head. smoothing down his tousled hair, fingers tangling themselves between the soft white strands and getting lost in them. and it’s gentle, the way you begin to pat his head, doting. 

then you speak. ”you did well.”

and it’s such a simple thing to say. three words, three syllables, but the words just tumble out from your mouth so earnestly that satoru can’t help but still. his breath hitches in his throat, softly, barely noticeable, but it’s there. that surprise.

he never knows how to act, when you get like this. patting his head and ruffling his hair like he’s something warm and sweet and worthy of love. something delicate, and not the strongest man on the planet. 

it’s so weird. you’re so weird.

(satoru leans into your touch without thinking, allowing his eyes to flutter shut.)

it’s perplexing, this feeling, and the fact that he can’t pinpoint why frustrates him to no end. isn’t this wrong? shouldn’t he be the one ruffling your hair, coddling you?

what formula is he supposed to follow here, exactly? should he tease you? pull away from your touch?

satoru wishes his six eyes could tell him the answer, but they don’t. they’ve never been very good with emotions, with things that aren’t directly tied to his suffering or imminent death.

(so ironic. all these eyes and nothing to see. they failed to see suguru’s silence, back then, and now they fail to see what reaction would please you the most. 

really, such a worthless ability to love people with.)

no answer comes to him. so satoru doesn’t tease you, and he doesn’t pull away.

it does feel slightly wrong, though. like this feeling isn’t something he’s supposed to have, there must be some mistake, he can’t possibly be allowed to feel so loved — can he? having you bake him all his favorite treats, run your fingers through his hair. praise him for working hard.

really. isn’t he being too coddled?

(… but it feels so nice.)

satoru suspects that there’s a lot to love he might not fully understand, just yet.

maybe tomorrow, when he’s a little less tired, he can try once again to give you the impression that he’s perfect. that he doesn’t need affection, that he doesn’t crave your support or your touch. that he’s above all that, the strongest, someone for you to depend on.

depend on him, while he depends on no one. that’s the kind of existence satoru gojo is. that’s how it should be, that’s all he knows, but…

— ah. it feels really nice when your nails scratch his scalp like that.

and suddenly, that’s all satoru can think. no more pesky what-ifs, or second guessing every good thing he gets. right now, it’s just you and him. your fingers in his hair, his footprints in your life.

satoru allows himself to melt under your touch, almost meekly. leaning down just a little further, to make it easier for you to smooth your hand over his head. he nuzzles into your palm with a happy little exhale, and for some reason he feels sort of bashful.

try as he might, he doesn’t manage to successfully shoo the emotion away, so all he can do is hope you don’t take note of it.

and you just continue your onslaught of affection, now ruffling his hair with both your hands, like he’s a big puppy getting cooed over. satoru has a nagging suspicion that you might be getting a little carried away, but he doesn’t stop you. greedy, in the way he wishes your hands would never leave his hair. the way he hopes you’ll never be too far away from him to reach.

”such a hard worker,” you coo, and he feels himself grow flustered. ”my baby deserves so much love.”

”woah there,” satoru chokes out, grinning, desperately hoping you won’t notice the red tint to his ears. ”are you flirting with me? i have a partner, you know.”

a giggle slips from your lips, sleepy and amused. ”oh, do you?” one of your hands goes to cup his cheek,  thumb caressing the edge of his jaw as you gaze at him fondly. ”lucky them.”

the grin you’re wearing is awfully bright. soft around the edges in a way that has him speechless, brain malfunctioning ever so slightly. satoru makes a mental note to scrap the sunflower idea — there has to be some brighter flower out there, one that can actually compete with your smile. sunflowers just won’t cut it.

but then you let go, and satoru gets broken out of his lovesick stupor.

when your hands leave his skin, his lips curl down into a soft pout. one he rushes to smooth away, before you can notice it.

you step back, failing to stifle a soft bout of laughter, but satoru knows it’s not because you saw it — he knows because your gaze is glued to his hair, and he internally winces when he thinks about how messy it must look, after your little bout of cuteness aggression. 

(you really are weird, finding him cute of all things.)

he expects you to tease him a little more, but you don’t, turning away and tapping your fingers on the kitchen counter. ”if i’d known you’d be home this late,” you speak, stealing one last glance at the pastries before closing the fridge. ”then i would’ve waited until tomorrow. so you could eat them fresh.”

an apology rests on satoru’s tongue, but as if sensing it, you rush to reassure him.

”ah, but this is fine too! they should still taste good!” you turn away, muttering. ”… hopefully.”

then you nod to yourself, crossing your arms absentmindedly. 

satoru looks at you for a second. 

then he steps forward, unable to resist the temptation — tapping at your wrist with the pads of his fingers, before gently curling them around it, coaxing you into turning your head towards him.

the kiss he presses to your lips is soft, delicate. his fingers trace along your jaw, cupping your cheek and tilting your face up slightly, just letting his warm lips rest against yours. sweet and chaste. he sighs into the kiss, content, and feels your pulse pick up.

then he moves down to your jaw, slow and methodical — lazy kisses, sleepy but so full of affection. and little pecks, scattered all over your lips, your cheek, the tip of your nose.

you seem to melt a little, against him, and satoru relishes in it; his ability to make you relax. far more valuable than the six eyes, he would argue.

when he pulls away from you, with what takes tremendous self-restraint, he’s smiling. his gaze meets yours, layered over with pure adoration, blue eyes crinkling as he looks at you. as if you’re his entire world. the kitchen light embraces him, cascading down the contours of his face; the bridge of his nose, the curve of his jaw, his barely noticeable dimples.

and there it is, again — that flicker of love in your eyes, that adoration. as if you’re looking at a painting, something too beautiful for words.

(satoru hopes you can see that very same adoration, reflected in his eyes as he looks at you.)

after a moment, he leans forward, to rest his jaw on the curve of your shoulder. you stumble a little under the weight, caged in as his arms hug your midriff.

”god,” he sighs, breathless, heavy with giddy disbelief. almost whining when he continues, nuzzling into your neck as if to hide. ”why are you so perfect, huh? i don’t get it.”

at that, you huff out a laugh, an amused little breath. wrapping your arms around his neck and scratching softly at his nape. satoru shudders just a little, arms tightening around you.

”stealing my line…” you mutter, accusatory, smile laced over with a honeyed affection. 

another amused breath, this time from him. this is one battle he won’t let you win. ”nah,” he grins, tugging you closer. ”’s mine.”

this is warm, he thinks. this feels right. complete, in a way that satoru never understood before you.

he could probably stand there forever, just basking in it. soaking up your body heat and the smell of your shampoo. until your warmth is all he knows, until he can never get your scent off his skin.

and satoru thinks that he could get used to this. a cotton candy sweet, light as a feather kind of love, one that smells like spring and tastes like strawberry shortcakes and feels like tight hugs shared in kitchens.

your love makes him feel so human. and it’s scary, terrifying even, but it's also too good to pass up. it’s worth the risk. so worth everything.

a yawn leaves your lips, suddenly. satoru feels you soften in his embrace, nuzzling closer to him, stumbling just a tad; he doesn’t think it’s fair, for such a simple gesture to make him as happy as it does.

”sleepy?” he coos, smile giddy and fond. ”let’s go to bed, okay? no more sleeping on the kitchen table, silly.”

a disgruntled little huff resounds throughout the air, as you let your arms fall to your sides. ”that’s on you,” you declare, poking the plush of his chest with your finger. ”i only fell asleep because you took so long.”

a teasing glint flickers in satoru’s eyes.

”wanted to see me that badly, huh?” he coos. you roll your eyes, and he pulls your cheek. ”that’s cute.”

”so what if i did?”

satoru stills. you’re smiling, a little mischievous, but mostly sincere. and it really is very unfair of you, he thinks — to do this to him while his guard is down. 

but he manages to pull himself together, raising an amused eyebrow and booping your nose in a way that catches you off guard. blinking up at him, eyelashes fluttering. 

satoru clears his throat. ”well, that’s sweet.”

then he turns on his heel, suddenly, and strolls over to the fridge. ”but you know what’s even sweeter?” he chirps, fingers curling around the handle as he swiftly pulls it open. 

licking his lips, absentmindedly, his eyes trail over all the different pastries. so close yet so far, just out of reach; his fingers move forward, towards that mesmerizing slice of strawberry shortcake —

”— no.”

a hand settles on satoru’s waist, and tugs him away from his well-deserved prize. taking advantage of his momentary surprise, you close the fridge decisively, and give him an unimpressed raise of your eyebrow.

satoru whines, loud and grating. pouting sweetly, trying to make you feel bad. ”c’mon, just one bite —”

”no.”

”but they’re for me!”

”they’re for you to eat tomorrow. i was only gonna let you eat them tonight if you were on the brink of starvation, or something.”

”i am!”

”so the takeout was a lie?” you narrow your eyes at him, suddenly suspicious. ”have you been skipping meals, again?”

satoru pauses. weighing his options. ”well, no, but…”

”— then no.”

another soft whine. you turn away from him, when he tilts his head and gives you his best set of puppy dog eyes. in fear of giving in to them, satoru knows, as you have so many times before. ”please?” he tries, to no avail.

”you’re not eating sweets before bed, satoru,” you deadpan, and his smile falls further, exaggerated. ”and no, we are not having that conversation again.”

he can tell you’re trying to sound stern, but a giggle tumbles from your lips nonetheless, at the ridiculousness of the situation. keeping a grown man away from your fridge, knowing that he’ll wolf down every pastry he sees and get himself sick if you don’t. all while the man in question whines at you in protest, frowing so deeply, disappointment evident on his features.

(except satoru really isn’t very disappointed at all. like this, he gets to stare at your smile all he wants, after all; knowing you won’t notice it, too busy trying to keep yourself from giving in to his pleas.)

he tries again, one last time. just because he knows it’ll make you laugh. you do, a little exasperated, and satoru couldn’t be happier. 

and he thinks to himself that if this is what love is, if this is what it’s supposed to feel like, then it can’t possibly be that much of a curse. 

maybe he should revise the hypothesis, get a second opinion. he’ll have to ask you tomorrow, over pastries and coffee, and hear what you have to say.

as you both stumble to the bedroom, sleepy and a little delirious, satoru thinks that maybe this is enough; the lighthearted banter, the fond laughter. everything good and real and normal, within the space of your apartment, a home he never thought he’d have.

(and maybe, a second opinion isn’t necessary, after all. maybe it doesn’t really matter if love is a curse or not, as long as he gets to share it with you, like this.)

that night, satoru dreams. curled up with you beneath the blankets, limbs tangled together, as if he could never be close enough.

he dreams of kitchen lights, of sweet treats and warm hands. of spring breezes, and a love he’s finally beginning to accept for what it is:

good. wholly and thoroughly.

#lovesick satoru is my favorite satoru but yknow whats even better? lovesick satoru/lovesick reader #i just have such a firm belief that this man is a loser when hes genuinely in love ok. #hes so touch starved i think he’d crumble into a little puddle on the floor if u kissed his cheek #loves to tease and fluster you n hes so good at it but the moment u give him the same treatment? he is Gone. down for the count #spreading the loser satoru agenda <33 i love this man so dearly. #i NEED to hold his waist btw idk if i made that clear. i need it like i need air to breathe. like why is it so tiny if not to be held by me #had to hold myself back like a wolf during a full moon from describing his waist in too much detail youre welcome #overall idk what to say i just think love could fix him #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk x reader

[stsgluver]

synopsis. you were once gojo’s girlfriend but left due to the pressures of jujutsu. now you’re back as a teacher at tokyo.

wc. 490

series link !

"blue looks good on you."

gojo knew you were there, he'd recognise your cursed energy anywhere. still, the sound of your voice after several years without startled him more than he would've cared to admit.

it looks better on you, is what he wanted to say. instead he gave you a grin, tilting his head to the side as he looked down at you. "everything looks good on me."

you laughed, and god did he miss that - the way your eyes crinkled and the way you covered your mouth with your hand. the sound of your voice was honey and it soothed his ache of being apart from you for so long.

"glad to know you're still humble, oh honoured one," you teased and gojo felt his cheeks heat up. it was an unfamiliar sensation - the feeling of embarrassment. yes, he may have once declared himself as such, but as he stood in the presence of you, he only felt honoured to be so close to you. if you moved any closer, your shoulders could've brushed against one another and he would've allowed that. infinity off.

"you're back just for an exchange event?" gojo asked with brows furrowed. his students were training for such in the field in front of you, only megumi vaguely aware of the significance you being there held.

it was the same field the two of you would sneak out to a decade prior just to watch the stars.

"didn't yaga tell you? i'm a teacher now," you quirked a brow as you watched his jaw drop, mouth slightly agape. "yeah believe me i'm just as shocked as you."

it took a moment for him to compose himself as he struggled to find the right words. "jujutsu was killing you," gojo's tone softened to just above a whisper. he was wearing glasses that had by now tipped to the edge of his nose as he studied you with those ocean blue eyes swirling with a formidable power.

your smile dropped slightly. there was no point in avoiding the elephant in the room forever. "losing you killed me."

you cleared your throat and took a step back. three and a half years of unspoken words created a wall stronger than his infinity and gojo wanted nothing more than to personally crush every brick.

nodding your head over to the practicing students, you changed the subject, "i've been assigned to help you out with the first years as i get used to being back so try to go easy on me." gojo managed to muster up a small chuckle at your jab at your different grade levels. he didn't respond, however, and turned his attention back to the students.

if he spoke, he'd be on his knees, promising you that he'd never hurt you or allow anyone else to harm you now that you were here again.

he'd lost you once and he'd be damned if he did that again.

#lovers to strangers to lovers?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?! #idk if it's clear but yn left jujutsu because of the pressures and she was making mistakes on missions and just spiralling into a depressio #she came back for gojo tho <3 (don't blame her id never leave) #i just lovesick gojo #he has one love and one love only #idc what gege says hes loyal to one person for life #gojo #satoru #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo drabbles #gojo angst #gojo fluff

[gojonanami]

thinking about college fuckboi! gojo who is paired up reader on a class project. so he flirts with her, but she doesn’t notice and continues working. throughout the entire project he flirts with her and it does nothing to her until he finally is like, “don’t you know I’m flirting with you?” and she just stares at him and laughs, shaking her head before walking away.

and he decides he just has to have her.

#I love a pathetic lovesick man #and that’s what gojo is #also #this is inspired by that episode of greys anatomy where Sloan is flirting with yang repeatedly but she is not getting it #she’s just like me for real #💀💀 #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo fanfiction #satoru gojo smut #gojo x reader

[crybaby-bkg]

Gojo has always been a bit of a glutton. it’s his worst trait, you think, despite the many others that he inflicts upon you in your daily life. but, it’s just not enough for you. he does that with everyone, this kind, funny, flirtatious kind of banter. getou tells you he’s different with you, shoko makes note of how he’s really not like that with so many people.

but it’s not enough. so you start cooking up different things, these desserts intertwined with a certain potion that’ll make his attention be on solely you. you crush your flowers and sprinkle them into the boiling pot, sprinkle in a little bit of this and a dash of that, before you cut off a tiny piece of your hair and let it flutter into the concoction. it doesn’t let out a tuft of pink smoke in the shape of a heart, but you have faith that it’s gonna work.

“I’ll give you a piggyback ride if you let me have that,” Gojo tries to barter with you the next day he sees you, sitting under a tree and unwrapping the piece of cake that you had oh so conveniently whipped up. you pretend to think it over, unable to help your smile as you think about how easy this is going to be, before agreeing.

it happens over time, the effects of the love potion. first, Gojo becomes a bit more clingy. he hurries across campus to make sure that he’s able to walk you back to your apartment, carries all of your bags for you. then he starts buying you all sorts of things that you don’t necessarily need (do you want breakfast?, do you need a new laptop?, can I buy you a new bed?, can we break it in?).

and everything is great at first. you adore the attention, the grandeur way he asks you to be his partner, how he moves you in quick, loves you even quicker. but, after a while, it just becomes a bit…much.

his love is never ending, which shouldn’t be a bad thing, but his love is also—everything. it’s in every crevice of your body, every nook and cranny between the walls, every exhale you take. he’s there—always just there—always just close and lingering and clingy (where are you going? can I come with you? why are you looking at me like that? don’t you love me? I love you, I love you so much, so where are you going?)

it’s not until you’re suffocating that you realize your mistake, all too late. Gojo is all encompassing, takes up all the space in your head and your line of vision and your breaths and the blood that flows in your veins. he loves you—this was what you wanted, right?—but you never wanted this, this obsession that bleeds from his very being every second that he’s near you, which is every second of every single fucking day. you never wanted any of this.

“Baby?” Gojo calls from the other side of the locked door, clawing at it like some forlorn house cat even though you know he could take it down if he so pleased. “Are you almost finished? I miss you,” his voice is a plead, as if his heart is shriveling up in his chest with every second he’s not pressed against you.

with a sigh, do you finally lift yourself from the corner of the bathroom floor, unfolding your limbs with a groan. you don’t dare look at yourself in the mirror, fearing the image of the hollowed person that is bound to stare back at you. with hesitation, do you finally unlock the door. you don’t even have to pull it open before Gojo is barging his way in, engulfing you in long arms that seem to wrap around you like some never ending boa constrictor.

“You’d never try to leave me, right? Because you love me so much.” Gojo says into your hair, his voice one that tries to convince you of its truth. and there is some there, along with the guilt of ruining him in this grotesque way that you have no other choice but to accept and live with until it suffocates you.

“Yeah.” your murmur, sinking into his body, let him hold you so close, you think you can feel his veins pulling at his skin to intertwine with your own. “Yeah, I love you, Satoru.”

(he doesn’t dare tell you that he knew all about that little potion you whipped up, how it never had any actual affect on him for more than just a couple hours. but this was what you wanted, right? for him to love you? so why not continue to just love you in his own way that’s somehow, convincingly, all your fault? why not let you take the blame for his greediness? you wanted this, right? right?)

#sorry if this feels repetitive #it’s my favorite kind of yandere to write 😔 #something about lovesick Satoru that just does it for me #I’ll never get enough of it I fear #okay I’m done writing for the night #the other few ideas in my drafts I want to turn into fics maybe #wait I have another one that’s short I might write that really quick 🏃🏽‍♂️ #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #gojo treats! 🍬

[megumimania]

satoru gojo was in hell.

well it wasn’t hell exactly but it was akin to it.

from the bright white strobe lights and the loud hubbub around him, while also experiencing being elbowed in the ribs by a bunch of impatient shoppers who like him, were trying to beat the friday rush—it was hellish indeed.

he fought the urge to text you for help, not wanting to envision the smug look on your face when he admitted to you that he was one of the many shoppers who were buying gifts last minute.

he could already hear the ‘i told you so’ leave your lips. it was you and satoru’s first proper anniversary together and he wanted to make it as special as possible for you both.

little did he know in the midst of all the chaos, that you were watching him from the food court with a drink in hand.

you only came to do some window shopping but after seeing your boyfriend’s infamous white hair that was virtually impossible to miss, you decided to stay a little longer seeing what trouble he was going to get himself into.

satoru was getting antsy, he saw the flower lego set that you had been talking about non stop for the past few weeks and he was in no mood to wait.

especially when he left meimei to babysit the kids which was a terrible mistake as her rate increased hourly, burning an already large hole in satoru’s bottomless wallet.

he grabbed the lego set without hesitation, only to be met with retaliation from a fellow shopper.

you watched on as your boyfriend and the random shopper fought for the lego set, pulling and pushing until satoru let his strength slip —pushing the shopper into the back of another shopper’s cart.

that lone act caused a commotion and satoru in the midst of the chaos made a beeline for the cash register, slamming his card down on the card reader the four beeps indicating the transaction went through.

in a myriad of minutes he manage to escape the hellscape that was the mall and arrive home with minutes to spare, his hair slightly disheveled and cheeks rosy from the cold.

you jerked back in shock as he stood in front of you. the kids were still at mei mei’s so you didn’t worry about the small yelp that escaped your lips that made his heart warm a little.

“didn’t mean to scare you, baby.”

he’d smile into the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around him. you smelt like home and he never wanted to let go, preferring to bask in the scent of you forever.

however he wasn’t sure how much pressure the lego flower could withstand until all of his handiwork came crumbling down.

“for you, my love.” he presented the flowers to you watching your eyes widen at the gift.

“this is wow…i can’t believe you fought someone for this.” you said with a wry smile, fighting the urge to burst into laughter at his face that was flushed red with embarrassment.

but before he could refute the claims, you shut him up with a kiss that was filled with the love and gratitude you had for him. you pulled away, your hearts syncing together being the only things that filled the silent room.

"happy anniversary 'toru." you said softly, your gaze full of love boring into his.

his heart lurched at this, love wasn't something satoru was good at but when you looked at him like that all his self doubt and worries melted away.

and just for that; for teaching him how to love again, satoru would endure hell on earth or at the mall or even worse just for you.

#vina writes: jjk #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x black!reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojo #satoru being a lovesick man just for reader xx #jjk gojo #gojo x y/n

[nab1wuzhere]

fanfic writers!! here me out. reader, geto and gojo were a trio. reader and geto had a “relationship” in jujitsu high, reader liked geto, geto liked reader, did they ever do something about it…? no. gojo on the other hand, had feelings for reader, reader of course did not reciprocate! (sorry gojo your time will come) after geto left he broke reader, they went cold and they felt betrayed, years go on gojo still has feelings for reader and reader is still trying to navigate through their life, gojo’s a sensei now, reader is doing something else, they somehow cross paths (idk how) and they spark up their friendship again, it’s quiet obvious that gojo still likes them, or dare i say love them..?? reader feels guilty because they themselves start to spark up feelings, but gojo has always cared for them and will never feel like a second choice, because he knows deep down reader isn’t like that. he says the line of “he was your first love but i’ll be your last.” (kinda like Klaus and Caroline ifykyk) SO. WHAT DO WE THINK?? DM ME FOR ANY QUESTIONS IF YOU WANT TO TAKE THIS PROJECT!! i would do it myself but honestly i’m too lazy and get writers block more then i would like :) the way i imagine this btw is reader being female, it’s how i always have so that is a must!!

#geto x gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #fanfic #fanfic ideas #romance #angst with a happy ending #jjk angst #angst #writers #fanfic writing #geto x reader #gojo x reader #eventual smut #eventual romance #gojo is a lovesick puppy IM SAYING IT NOW #geto…sigh #dms open

[yueebby]

hiiiii, i love your writing so i’m offering you my gojo thoughts!!!!

lovesick!gojo who takes every opportunity to turn his body to the side in class to face you. a lesson ends? the screech of his chair against the floor and an immediate call of your name.

lovesick!gojo who basically hangs off of your every word as you read off the class assignment, trying to burn the image of you onto his retinas so he can remember this forever. when you finish and ask if he got all that, he asks for it to be repeated

lovesick!gojo who watches you put on lip tint/lip balm, asking you for the brand, only for him to obtain the same brand and colour in a few hours, just so that he can ‘practice’ for the future.

when i saw this in my inbox i squealed tehe i love your writing so much ><

but YES i totally agree that lovesick!gojo would be an absolute menace in class. i just know shoko and suguru have made a bet with you that they will stop smoking on the condition that satoru stops initiating inappropriate conduct every time you are in the same room. from conniving tricks like trying to initiate an indirect kiss by offering you the rest of his soda to shamelessly checking your sweaty form out while you spar with one of yaga’s cursed dolls, satoru seems to never stop. it’s safe to assume that their lungs will be reduced to ashes before that day comes.

#the lovesick!gojo brainrot has started and there’s no coming back #im opening my google doc rn this is TOO good

[omitea]

my hands are itching to write highschool! crush gojo rn

#—sinnie talks ! #headcanons? #either the reader who’s a lovesick fool or gojo #hmmmm #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x reader

[seonghrtz]

every day ... every day, i think about gojo , who has a gold chain with your initials on it that he won't take off for anything ⸻ and he won't let anyone but you touch the chain

#五条悟ㅤ͏✷ㅤ𝑚. ͏𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝄒 #lovesick!gojo <3 #this boy is so in love with you 😭 #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader

[arminsumi]

I'll be so honest I love whenever people make Satoru absolutely pathetically in love, obviously reciprocated love but because I know Gege said he can't stay with only one woman(damn this man hates his own creation) and he would never stay loyal so I LOVE when people show him as this lovesick, obsessed puppy. I love all your stories and your drabbles and even the little asks you answer talking about him or just about anyone you write about because you're an amazing writer 😭😭. Following you was the best decision, I remember going feral one time because I thought I didn't follow you and had to desperately try to remember your name(my memory isn't good), I went through like 40 different accounts and then the Gods blessed me with remembering that I liked your story so I found it in my likes😭❤️😂 it was definitely a thrill. Anyway I adore you, stay safe love❤️💖🥺

UR SO VERY SWEET idk how to accept such praise 💗🐇 ahhh!! glad u found me after all that searching lol i think a similar thing happened to me with a writer once.

i didn't even know gege said that abt gojo lol. i just enjoy imagining satoru as very lovesick, or even as a playboy that becomes lovesick. just the idea that one person can stop him in his tracks and make him change his mind like "nevermind everyone else, i want this one" 🥺 grabby hands n all. and once he has your heart, he keeps a tight grip on it.

idk that's just a version of him i enjoy of i like other versions too and might write more in the future. tho i have another lovesick gojo but it's an angst fic that's a bit more complicated because the reader rejects him after he says "i love you" and the reader says "I don't believe in i love yous anymore, so please don't say you love me" idk it was based on a mitski lyric. the reader had been through a rough breakup and satoru had never been through a breakup so that was their dynamic. dunno if i'll ever finish writing it bc it's too angsty lol

anyways thank u for enjoying my stuff it means the world to me. u are an absolute kootie pie 💗

#📬.mail #*throws a lovesick gojo at u* #this is for u #i put a bow on him look #gojo who loves u and only u and can't get over how much he loves u 🥺

[pastelshroomsbasement]

when the gold rays fell on your skin

and my hair got caught in the wind

the choirs sang a melancholic hymn.

#satosugu #doodle #jujutsu kaisen #sketch #god of art possess me to make a digital version of this GOD #i h8 satosugu sm they make me fucking cry #desc is from lovesick by laufey 😁😁😁 #gojo x geto

[chuluoyi]

i knew haruka from wind breaker sounds eerily familiar—at first i swear it’s kyo from fruits basket and then i realized…. they all have the same VA as megumi 🤧

#rewatching fruits basket after knowing uchida yuma voices kyo… i can’t look at him the same way🥹 #like that lovesick kyo is megumi??? 🤧 #unfathomable🤧 #AND HAJIME HAS GOJO’S VA I KNEW IT THE FIRST TIME🤧🤧 #—chu’s ramblings 🗯️