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Touch

Pairing: Luke Patterson x reader

Summary: Luke’s spirit is brought down by the pain he has caused his parents as well as the hardships that come from adoring you, a lifer. He craves your touch but his ghostly form keeps him from getting the thing he most desires to recieve.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: First fic! Sorry that it’s kind of long. I don’t know if this would be considered “angsty” but it is kind of sad in the beginning but trust me it becomes really sweet at the end!

Julie and the Phantoms was such a good show. I loved how the writers and Charlie showed that despite how positive Luke was, he was harboring a lot of pain inside when it came to how he left him mom that he didn’t show anyone. This piece touches on that point a little bit more. If you would like to leave a review, that would be super appreciated. I’m sure there are a bunch of grammar errors anyway.

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Luke came to you after he left Julie at his parents house. He told you about the song to his mom, about how his parents still celebrated his birthday after all these years. He told you about the grief he felt and how he felt like he had no one. You told him that he had you, and Julie, and the guys most importantly, that you were sure they missed their family members too. He admitted to you though, that both Alex and Reggie avoided talking about their family, it was one of the only things that they weren’t being honest about with each other. He said he couldn’t be the one to bring it up.

“I’m the strong one!” He explained. “If I don’t push them forward, they’ll fall apart. I have to be happy, I have to be okay so they-“

“It’s okay not to be okay all the time, Luke,” You interrupt him, then you send him a sympathetic smile as you come to a realization: “I didn’t know you put all this pressure on yourself… I’m sorry. Come here,” without thinking you motion him forward, arms reaching to grasp his back, only catching handfuls of air.

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#Luke ): <3 #baby🥺❤️ #luke patterson x reader #read this pls

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Could I have headcanons for yandere Sasuke's s/o taking a vow of silence, as a form of rebellion against Sasuke, please?

Sasuke’s kidnapped s/o rebelling!Naruto [hc]

Warning - Yandere themes

 Sasuke’s reaction to his darling rebelling, it’s not pretty.

Thank you for the request!

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Sasuke is a cold yandere.

He feels no sympathy towards how upset you, very reasonably, are about being kidnapped, nor does he try to understand where your rebellion is coming from.

You weren’t stupid enough to try to fight him physically, there is no question that he will overpower you, so you’d beat him by other means. 

In the beginning, he was quite unfazed by your silence, he was more so amused and honestly found it to be pathetic and adorable.

Sasuke was more than happy to take advantage of your silence, he quickly became uncharacteristically affectionate - exploiting your own plan as an opportunity to freely touch you as he pleases. 

He began pulling you into his lap every chance he got in hopes that you’d finally break your silence to protest.

“Nothing, no response love?”

He’ll taunt you, and do anything he can to piss you off.

“You’ve got some self-discipline, I’ll give you that, but it doesn’t make you any less weak.”

When his teasing and taunting doesn’t work, he becomes more physical.

Sasuke will grab you by the chin, forcing you to look at him while the smuggest smirk sits on his face.

“My patience is running thin y/n, I suggest you re-think what you’re doing.”

As your silence vow goes on, he no longer finds it cute. 

He snaps out of nowhere, a total abrupt loss of patience - he is sick of it and refuses to tolerate it a second longer.

Sasuke storms into your room and crouches in front of you, he aggressively grabs you by the chin again.

“I’m only going to say this once so listen carefully. If you continue to be silent with me, I will make you scream instead.”

#I will make you scream instead #um #🤨 #first of all #DO IT #pls ): <3 #read this pls

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THE THOUGHT OF 💘HIMMMMMM💘 WRITING NOTESSSS FOR & ABOUT MEEEE has me down fucking bad rn 🤧❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Congrats on 60, cutie! (: <3 I’m super excited for you and can’t wait to watch you continue to grow! Also sorry if I’m late to this, I’ve been hella working and stuff, buT

Nevertheless ☺️ may I request a Main Stage with Gojo and the song Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez?

Thanks in advance, and congratulations again, you’re doing great ((: <3

Thank you so much love!! (: <3 sorry this is so late

Pairing Gojo x GN reader

Warnings: cursing but that’s it

The neon lights basked you and Gojo in a bath of light, around you rides were sounding while people were screaming. Others were walking and laughing with their friends. You walked beside Gojo, part of you was hoping something would happen. You didn’t remember how long you’ve liked him, but trying to crush it wasn’t working. 

Especially when he was easy to be around. You enjoyed talking to him and you figured the feeling was mutual considering you both couldn’t be near each other if there was a mission briefing. The both of you would only have to send a look that got you laughing and you couldn’t stop it. Nanami had been exhausted the first time he was present, it normally happened whenever the old man would debrief something. 

You just enjoyed his company, but yet you couldn’t help but want more. It was incredibly cheesy, but you couldn’t help it which only built to your frustration because out of everybody you could’ve wanted to date it had to be Gojo. 

“So,” you said, shaking your head. You could get in your thoughts later, now was not the time. You side eyed him with a smile. “Have any fun?” 

He lowered his sunglasses with a grin while he pretended to mull over the question. Your heart tugged in your chest, he looked beautiful as much as it pained you to admit it. With his vibrant blue eyes, maybe it was just the Summer air getting to you, but it was like there was something different between the two of you, but you couldn’t place it. You internally screamed willing yourself to get it together. 

“I don’t know, depends on you? Did you have fun, beautiful?” 

You frowned slightly before fixing it. You hated when he did that. Sometimes you wished you could pretend for a bit that for one second the two of you could be something. You weren’t stupid, you knew about the rumors that were centered around him. It was well known that Gojo moved from person to person, especially within the sorcerers. He never stayed too long and always flirted to make up for that. If you knew his feelings towards you this entire thing could be resolved and you could move on.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t realize that he stopped walking until you snapped out of it and noticed he was no longer beside you. Panicked you turned around only to see him with his head cocked to the side, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Are you okay?” He asked once he caught up with you. All you could do was nod, you just had to ignore your intrusive thoughts and everything would be fine. 

You missed the way he furrowed his brows. “You sure? Because I just talked about the glitter incident and you didn’t laugh.”

“Please tell me he’s still finding glitter everywhere,” you said attempting to conceal the small smile worming its way onto your face. 

He gestured wildly, “He is! Just yesterday he went to play his guitar and a whole wad of glitter flew, it was great. I have a picture and everything!”

You watched him fish out his phone and start to scroll through it. You remembered the glitter incident, it had been after the old man insulted Itadori that you and Gojo decided to take matters into your own hands. You ordered a crap ton of glitter and while he was out you poured it everywhere, even over his guitar. You could only imagine his face when he came back to his house doused in glitter. That had been one of your greatest pranks. 

“Ah, got it!” He said triumphantly, stopping for a second to show you his screen. You expected to see a picture of the old man looking tired and absolutely done with everything only to see a picture of the two of you, you raised an eyebrow at him while he pretended to panic. 

“Oh shit um,” he began, scrolling through his camera roll that consisted of all the pictures the two of you took together as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Did you seriously use a TikTok trend to tell me you like me?” 

He rubbed the back of his neck, “uh, maybe?” He fixed his gaze on the ground. “Look, I had this grand scheme planned, a fancy dinner, serenading you, but I kind of wanted to tell you now and nothing really seemed right.” He took a deep breath. “I’m not-I’m not really good at this type of thing. I’ve never really been serious before but I well, shit just just give me a second.” He began to scroll through his phone again. “I wrote notes and-”

You couldn’t help it, you tossed your head back and laughed. “Oh hon,” you said softly with a shake of your head. “Notes?”

He pouted at you which had no right to be as cute as it was. “I had a lot I wanted to tell you, okay?”

Stepping closer to him you interlock your hands together. “Yes.” 

He cocked his head to the side causing a small giggle to burst from your lips. “Yes I’ll date you, you poor poor romantic.”

He dramatically gasped, placing a hand over his heart. “A poor romantic,” he spluttered making you laugh. “I’m hurt, wounded even.”

You shook your head and shoved him playfully making sure your hands didn’t break apart. “Okay, okay you dork.”

Both of you walked towards the meeting place in a comfortable silence. It wasn’t until you were almost at the exit gate that Gojo spoke up again.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly, you almost missed it.

You furrowed your brows, what was he talking about?

“Are you sure you want to date me? I mean like I said I’ve never done this before and what if I-”

You stop him from talking any further. “Satoru, I’m fully aware of your lack of dating, believe me and I never do anything I don’t want to. You’re a fast learner, I’m sure dating is no different, understand?” You asked, cupping his face in your hands. He nodded.

“This might be a little too fast, but can I kiss you?” 

You smiled, “I thought you’d never ask.”

#read this pls #stari

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• Use the hand you write with.

• Make a fist with your thumb outside, not tucked inside. If it’s tucked inside your fist, when you punch someone, you might break your thumb. The thumb goes across your fingers, not on the side.

• Don’t be like in the movies—don’t aim for the face. Face punches don’t usually stop people, and you can miss when they duck their head or break your hand on their jaw. If you want to get away quickly, or end a fight, aim for the chest, or the ribs. If you really want to do some damage, e.g., you’re being attacked, aim for the throat, which will make it hard for your attacker to breathe for a hot minute.

• When you punch, you want to aim and hit with your first two knuckles. Not the flats of your fingers, and not your ring or pinky knuckles, which can break more easily. You can use your weight, if you’re on your feet, to add wallop, and spring into a punch with your feet and torso.

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I understand why he showed it but watching Jeff hanging underwater knowing the state of his head injury was so heartbreaking. Honestly I don’t care if Jeff blames him or not, I truly hope he stays away from David. The whole situation is a mess and I honestly hope Jeff is getting the help he needs and around people who actually care. 

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The second video in Jeff’s docuseries was so fucking hard to watch.

Im so proud of this man though.

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There’s literally no justifying to why it costs SO MUCH

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nah bc I’m about to call the police 🥲

okay so yk how gojos lips are so glossy right ? so can i request a short head canon where the reader cums into a lip balm and gojos freezes it and uses it as lip gloss for when he’s out on missions pleas ???

WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU ASKING FOR

#what the fawk #y’all good??? 😭

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the way

-gojo satoru x yn ln (gn, 3rd years)

-warning; fluff to angst, not proofread

-everything you did, everything you were was all that he loved, and he still does to the present.

perhaps it's the way you smiled. it made gojo feel something. he loved the feeling, that small spark of joy and a tingle in his chest. the way you’d laugh at the smallest jokes yet your laugh seemed to be funnier than the actual joke, it made him laugh just as hard.

or maybe it's the way you'd always check on him, your care and small pats on his back with an offer of treating him to boba after an exhausting mission, always making sure he was always in his best spirits, he just felt so good around you. you were so good to him.

the way you never got out of his head and the way he didn't hate it. when he woke up the first thing he think's about is seeing you, when he does, you'd always be there to talk to him to which he continues to think about the interaction for a long time.

the way you were so oblivious to the signs. when gojo would make excuses to be near you and so he'd talk to the teacher for a while more, waiting for you to pack up so that he could walk out of class with you. gojo is as outgoing as we know it but he really did just prefer being around you.

the way he didn't deny it when people would say he likes you. he would be very cheeky about it and ask who doesn't? everyone did love you to a fault. and after all, it's not like he was trying to hide it. he loved taking you to try new street foods or restaurants, taking your interests into account and would let you lead the way for your little hangout.

the way you confessed your feelings to him. 'where did that bold person go? when did you become so shy?' is what he thought as you spoke. regardless, gojo thought it was adorable. if he was being honest he was bummed out he couldn't confess first, especially since he was sure he's the one who fell first.

the way no one was surprised when word came out you two were dating. a lot thought you could’ve went for someone better but in truth everyone say you as a good pair, made for each other even, soulmates if you will. you both were each other best friends but her perfect as partners and the balance was there, how could you both not end up together?

the way you died in his arms when you let your guard down during a mission. it wasn't even an intense one but you just happened to be so out of it that day.

the way he couldn't say sorry. having a fall out, you both shouted at each other so much, everyone nearby could hear it, what were you even fighting about? doesn’t matter, you both had to urgently leave. missions come first, "we'll continue this later, let's go," the last words you said.

the way his chest burns knowing he didn't give a last kiss or a hug or an i love you. he couldn’t.

the way it all just ends like that.

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Jujutsu Kaisen hcs- “please don’t leave”

alt. title- needy late night moments

Characters- Yuji, Gojo, Sukuna, Megumi

Tags- angst if you squint but mainly fluff

Yuji- 

- You fell asleep on him while watching a horror movie late night. 

- His one hand clutched the popcorn bowl, the other coming around to cradle your head subconsciously as your body slumped over into his side. 

- His main task for the next hour was to not move a single muscle in fear you’d wake up and go inside the bedroom to sleep.

- He’s just been a little touch starved and liked the warmth you were radiating.

- His task proves to be quite difficult considering he was watching a horror movie with jump-scares every two minutes. 

- It takes 5 failed attempts at Yuji trying not to jolt up whenever something pops up for you to finally stir awake, and you find your eyes meeting with the absolutely terror filled ones of your lover.

- “Please don’t leave” he whispers in a voice that makes your heart break. You end up taking that as him being scared of the movie

- Still in a sleepy daze, you crawl over into his lap, affectionately nosing at his neck while his strong arms come around to hold you tightly, 

- “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here mmkay?” A smile of pure tenderness forms across Yuji’s face, soon enough turning into choking laughter as you sleepily mumble, “I’m ready to throw hands with them dead people”

- “Zombies, babe. They’re zombies.”

- “The only thing they’ll be once I’m done with them is…dead” You slur out that last part, falling back into slumber with a small smile on your face as you feel Yuji shake with silent laughter, his hand coming up to gently pat the back of your head,

- “Thank you baby, I’d throw hands with zombies for you any-day too.”

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jujutsu kaisen x tower records

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┆彡 ｂｒｅａｋ　ｕｐ　ｐｒａｎｋ

𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 0.3𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵; 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ; gojo satoru x reader, mahito x reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; grammar errors

ʀᴇϙᴜᴇsᴛ; Hi miss cookie congrats for 0.3k ❤️❤️ for your event, can I request gojo and since you like him mahito with you idea “we’re over” prank? 😁

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇ; please ignore the time/clock

#when he said ‘baby?’ I said 🥺💔

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If it is still possible or there's a slot open - 14. What do they have that i don't - gojo

P.s: can i just say like how amazing all your works are??? They're all so immersed in the feels i can't even begin and i'm pretty sure the drabbles you'll be posting would be just as amazing as all the other works! 💖

Omg please. You are so SWEET I hope that you like this one, anon!! Ah! You found a beautiful antique perfume bottle - that’s so lucky! Wait...oh no, Gojo pointed out that there’s a crack all along the side. That’s okay. It’s fixable, right? 🌦

Gojo + “What do they have that I don’t?”

“This isn’t Shinjuku station.”

You jump and press a hand to your heart, laughing breathlessly at the tall, lanky man in your room, grinning cheerily, his blindfold creasing.

“Yo.”

“Satoru! What’re you doing here?”

“Ahhhh didn’t you hear me? I got lost trying to find my way home.” He eyes you up and down as you squirm, fighting the urge to cross your arms. “You look nice. What’re you so dressed up for?”

As if he doesn’t know.

“You’re in the wrong city for Shinjuku station,” you say, a teasing smile in place. “Your old age must be getting to you.”

“Oho, so we’re going straight to low blows today, hm?.” He strides over and hums, nodding as he spins his finger, clapping as you oblige and give him a twirl. “Very nice.” 

“Yeah, I’d hope so--”

“Are you still with...ahhhhh...what’s his name again?”

As if he doesn’t know.

“Shigeru?” Your smile grows a little tense. “Have been for the past five years.”

He raises his eyebrows; the blindfold shifts. For a moment you dare to believe you might see a peek of what’s underneath, but he makes no move to tug it down as he mouths quiet and overexaggerated, five? 

“That’s longer than we were together!”

“Yeah,” you say, short; clipped.

“Lucky, lucky man.” He taps at his chin as he leans towards you, pouting in a way that’s childish and playful and very much Satoru. “What does he have that I don’t?”

It’s said half in jest, but there’s a weight you can’t ignore, a barely hidden plea that makes your stomach churn. For a moment, you think of lying, think of ignoring it, think of pretending the way he always does that everything is just one big joke. Maybe that’s the problem: maybe you’ve both been too busy trying to keep up the façade, laying veneer on top of veneer even as the foundation has crumbled away. And, you think faintly, guiltily, maybe today of all days he deserves to hear the truth. You take a breath.

“Stability. Consistency. Loyalty.” It’s said without anger, without spite. You knew, all those years ago, what Satoru is; who Satoru is. It’s the nature of being too powerful, the nature of being too knowing; the curse of a god pressed and moulded into the shape of a man. The only lingering bitterness that still haunts you, that pulls you from your bed at three in the morning is that you never expected to fall to the wayside so fast during his journey from thrill to thrill. 

“Ouch. You’re not holding back, hm?”

That has more levity in it; has that artificial sweetness in it that tells you the conversation was over before it even began; that Satoru’s far too used to plastic smiles and canned laughter at this point in time. You let yourself slip back into place, tug out the script he’s already written for you and glance down at your well-worn lines.

“I’m allowed to today; it’s special.” You grin at him the way he expects you to, knowing you can’t mask the melancholy from him no matter how hard you try. “It’s like how you’re allowed to do whatever you want on your birthday.”

“Ahhhh I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” He bends towards you and brushes a kiss along your forehead, and you both pretend not to notice the way his lips linger, the way your eyes flutter shut. “I should go. Don’t want to rain on your parade.”

You could never, is what you want to say. Instead you allow yourself the guilty indulgence of squeezing at his hand, feeling the way his palm fits against yours, the way your fingers twitch and long to interlace with his, even though you won’t allow them to. If they do...well, you’re afraid you’ll never let go. 

“You’re probably busy anyway.”

He holds on a little tighter when you try to pull away, tugging you forward a half-step to murmur, “You know me so well.”

His voice resonates, echoing loud and aching between your ribs, prying your mouth open to let slip the words you shouldn’t say--then he’s gone, the door creaking open, your bridesmaid popping her head in with a bright smile and an excited glimmer in her eye. “It’s almost time!”

You let your hand fall, feeling his warmth dissipate from your skin.

it’s a yard sard! chicoree follower event masterlist here.

#first of all #I will leave this wedding rn #all for daddy sensei 🥺 #read this pls

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Tainted Love

Yandere! Gojo Satoru x Reader (Modern/Mafia Au!)

- Billionaire Gojo brainrot <3 

Right, Gojo Satoru doesn’t believe in love. But you make him happy, so unbearably happy that it scares him how afraid he is to wake up one day and find you gone.

Warnings: Yandere themes, mentions of gore/violence & guns, ‘NSFW’, ‘smut’, dark themes (slight mentions of past abuse, suicide & cheating), extreme possessive/obsessive behaviour

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The first time you meet him, he tries to buy the last strawberry sliced cake that you were both eyeing for triple its price. 

“Hey, I saw that first.” A youthful voice, clear and bright.

The wooden tongs, hovering carefully over the cake freezes. It nearly slips out of your fingers when a hard body jostles against your elbow and you blink in surprise at the force before righting yourself in mild annoyance. 

Silently, you turned to face the culprit. A dark blue baseball cap and a pair of dark tinted sunglasses perched on the elegant bridge of his nose that shields his gaze. He’s absurdly tall, enough so that you had to crane your neck up in order to look properly at his face. You swear you catch a hint of silver that gleams teasingly underneath the shadows of his cap. 

You blink again and he clicks his tongue. “Are you going to take it?” 

“Would you take it if I didn’t?” You said slowly, pondering your next words. Curious eyes flicker over his outfit, he’s dorned in black from head to toe, leaving only a silver of his collarbones peeking out the collar. 

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#this was #the best #read this pls

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from now on

this is a ✨whore for gojo✨ blog

#uhhh yeah #what they said #I’m not sorry at all

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Word count: 751

Summary/tags: Gojo forgets to text you he’s ok while on a mission. Naturally he’s in the dog house when he gets home. Slice of life. Suggestive. Soft touches. Masterlist here.

“I’m here,” Gojo announces as he lets himself into your apartment.

It’s been days since you’ve last seen him, not a word nor call, nor even a text from him to let you know he’s safe while on his business trip. So you don’t bother getting up to meet him. There’s irritation bubbling inside you as you continue scrolling through your phone, leaning back on your pillows with one leg propped on the other. His footsteps stall at your kitchen and you hear your cabinets open. You try to relax your face so as not to glare at him the second he walks into your room, wine glass and wine in hand. Instead you give him a cold stare before focusing on your phone once again.

“Hey, Y/N, are you ignoring me?” he jovially asks, walking to the edge of the bed where you are. He sets the items down and you feel the bed shift under his weight. When you still don’t respond, he reaches out to your leg.

This time you glare at him as his fingers touch your shin and dart your leg out to swat his hand away. Yet he catches your ankle in his hand, running his thumb in a circular motion on the sensitive skin there before bringing your leg closer to kiss the area his thumb was caressing. He’s wearing those stupid sunglasses that make him look irritatingly suave, but you know he’s taking in every expression and detail about you. You blush at the way he manages to still send you into a flurry of nerves with the simplest touch.

“I’ve missed you,” he admits, which he almost immediately determines was the wrong thing to say as the scowl returns to your face.

“I wouldn’t know, now would I.” You try getting out of his grip, but his grip is firm. He’s not even phased as you use your other foot to push against his forearm. “I mean it’s not like there are mobile devices that allow you to communicate with me at any time.”

“I know, I forgot.” Gojo sighs when you roll your eyes at him and takes hold of your other leg.

You yelp as he nonchalantly pulls you toward him, so you’re practically on his lap now. Being this close to him, you can smell his cologne as well as a hint of sterilizing agent. You stop trying to get away upon realizing he is hurt somewhere. “Have you seen Shoko yet?”

“I came straight here,” he replies, hands on your things now.

“Idiot.” You reach forward and he lets you unzip his jacket, knowing it’s better to let you have your way when it comes to checking on is wounds. When your hand brushes against stomach, he winces. Carefully you lift up his undershirt, revealing a sickening bruise. “Take better care of yourself, Satoru.”

Instead of responding, he wraps his arms around you to hold you close to his chest. You’re careful to avoid applying pressure to his stomach, so you place your arms around his neck. His chin settles on your shoulder.

“I missed you too,” you murmur, fingers idly playing with his hair. “I... well, you know I worry. For good reason too.”

There’s a moment of silence and Gojo turns his head to kiss your neck. “I’m sorry for not calling. I really did forget.”

It seemed old habits died hard. Gojo wasn’t used to checking in with someone to let them know he was alright while on his missions. Everyone already expected him to be. Besides he could take on any level curse and be fine, so he didn’t fully understand your worry.

He breathed in your scent. Happy to be finally reunited with you. He trailed his nose along your neck, smiling as he heard you suck in air. Before he could continue, you grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled him away. He raises an eyebrow, “Feeling a bit kinky today, are we?”

You snort and lean in so close to him that your breaths intermingle. “Satoru,” you say against his lips, “I’m not touching you until you get checked for internal bleeding.”

“That’s so not fair,” he complains, trying to capture your lips with his, “that’s where the blood is supposed to be.”

You flick his forehead with your free hand before disentangling yourself from him. “I mean it. Go get that checked out while I shower if you want us to continue.”

He wolfishly grins, “Alright. It’s a promise.”

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