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5 : 14 AM - satosugu
“Thought you said that you’re quitting, Suguru?”
Suguru smiled at his lover’s face, blowing a smoke ring towards him. Satoru didn’t appreciate it, but considering all the things Suguru has done that he doesn’t appreciate, smoking is easy to forgive. Satoru fanned the cigarette-smell away with a hand. “You said the girls didn’t like you smoking?”
“They don’t.” Suguru answered. He found it a bit cute that Satoru would check up on Nanako and Mimiko indirectly like this. “That’s why I do it secretly.”
Satoru just grunted his annoyance. He was still lying naked in bed, eyes unwrapped, post-orgasm bliss slowly dissipating into the gnawing frustration that only Geto Suguru could cause. The other man had cleaned both of them up and was now sitting cross legged on the easy-chair next to the bed. They were so close: if both of them looked at each other, their lips would touch.
Suguru dragged a puff. “The girls follow this idol who’s been pushing for an anti-smoking campaign. Mimiko’s ballet teacher talks about staying healthy a lot too.” The girls are growing up well, Satoru. Don’t worry about them.
“You won’t listen to me.” Satoru complained. “At least listen to them, then. Stop smoking so much. I can see that your stomach walls are getting weaker.” Suguru looked a bit surprised at this, as if he wasn’t expecting Satoru to bring that up, even though he knew nothing could be hidden from the Six Eyes. It was true, lately Suguru had been finding it harder and harder to stomach curses. “It’s probably the smoke killing your internal organs, Suguru.”
“Ah, it could be a lot of other things, Satoru.” Suguru lightly brushed off his concern, but he did douse the cigarette out anyway. “Stress, diet, could be stomach ulcers– don’t just blame the first thing you see . You still keep doing that?” Satoru was obviously not convinced, but chose not to argue further. He just stared at the ceiling of Suguru’s bedroom. He’d memorised that wallpaper pattern at this point.
“Aren’t you getting late for work, Satoru? The sun will be rising soon.”
“The sun tends to do that.”
Suguru chuckled. To Satoru, it warmed his skies the same whether he was 17 or 26 years old. Such a delicate, tinkling laugh. “Move aside then, Satoru. I’m tired too,” he said, crawling under the blankets next to Satoru. “Didn’t get much rest last night, and I have to fix up so many monkeys today.”
Suguru liked saying things like that to bait Satoru. Satoru knew that. Suguru knew that Satoru knew that. Neither reacted to it.
Satoru didn’t enjoy coming to see Suguru like this. Once or twice every year, he would end up in Suguru’s bed, unhappy about the circumstances but unwilling to leave. They’d spend one secret night together. Unlike back in those days where they talked about anything under the sun, they avoided talking about almost everything now. The past was too painful, the future a dead-end. Satoru couldn’t ask, “What did you do today, my Suguru?”, because then his Suguru would answer truthfully and the blind peace that Satoru had woven out of this situation would shatter immediately. So they talked about Shoko, smoking, Nanako and Mimiko, and the state of Suguru’s stomach.
He could feel Suguru falling asleep in his arms. Satoru raked his eyes over Suguru’s handsome chest, branded with the large X scar. He’d offered to fix it a few times, but Suguru would sternly refuse. He knew that Suguru wore that day on his heart every single day since then, replaying it in his head constantly, until he had brainwashed and re-brainwashed himself to this point. Riko Amanai’s corpse. The applause. That one man. That one day that drove them both to insanity.
“You’re sweating, Satoru. Take the heavier blanket off and move closer, you’ll be leaving soon anyway.”
He did.
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a/n: satosugu angst save me. save me satosugu angst. satosugu angst.
i keeping mushing takumi from nana and geto suguru together in my head even though geto would kill him within 15 mins if they met
i love the metaphor of 'willingly blind', gojo choosing to blindfold himself to geto's sins, until the very last moment, which is the only time in canon jjk 0 that gojo finally takes his blindfolds off, and sees geto as he truly is then: dead.
back in our days men used to dress like real men!
i present mid-2000s trash teens: gyaru gojo and emo-scene geto. cuz when ur the strongest, no one tells you how to dress
they're listening to popipopipo
edit: it's supposed to say "... as *if you..." i i forgor :(
you're losing me (from the vault) — taylor swift
jjk is just a tragic love story between two dudes
Born to be high school girls, forced to be jujutsu sorcerers
They’re too bbg for this world
Life guard Geto X surfer dude Gojo 🖤🤍
I’m sure there are fics about this somewhere.., plz dm them to me 😁
Gojo prints
Geto prints
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↳ NONE YET ⤿ STAY TUNED
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─── DRABBLE(S)
↳ NONE YET ⤿ STAY TUNED
─── HEADCANON(S)
⤿ Seeing Their Friends Girl Nude(s) » featuring Gojo Satoru ╰› SYNOPSIS ⤿ okay but accidents happen and well, they didn't mean to look at something that wasn't meant for them. it sort of just happened. ⌜AU: SLICE OF LIFE | R: 🔞⌟
⤿ the Aftermath » featuring Gojo Satoru | part two of nudes ╰› SYNOPSIS ⤿ what happens after they get a glimpse of their friends girlfriend/wife's nudes. ⌜AU: SLICE OF LIFE | R: 🔞⌟
⤿ activities with S/O's ╰› SYNOPSIS ⤿ jjk men favorite activities to do with their significant other (either before bed or just in general). ⌜AU: SLICE OF LIFE | R: ☀🔞⌟
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when you called me, i became your flower🌷 ↳ g. satoru x g. suguru, g. satoru x reader, g. suguru x reader ♡ ↳ angst. ↳ tw: death, mention of an afterlife ♡ self-indulgent (I'm still trying to cope HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN NOW. my blue-eyed king). ↳ reference the scene in deadpool 2 with wade and vanessa. I love that scene when he's trying to get to her but he can't. ↳ previous part › Satoru goes south ❣
It takes everything in Satoru not to force himself through the barrier protecting you and Suguru. It takes all his strength not to scream and yell until you realize he’s there. There’s nothing worse than being the outsider looking in and right now, Satoru is on the verge of giving up everything if it means he can be with the two of you. Noting you’re sitting across from each other, he finds it a little odd you’re here, together (especially when you’ve never met each other formally). Though it makes his heart soar with butterflies when he thinks of his best friend and wife getting along.
Satoru glances around the room you’re hold up in, realizing this place resembles yours and Satoru’s shared living room as the early morning sun beams illuminates the entirety of it. As of right now, you don’t seem to sense his presence. Your voices are muffled but he can tell you’re in a deep conversation. He wonders what you’re talking about since he can’t make out what you’re saying to one another.
He tries to call both of your names but to no avail. He wishes there was a way to get to you two because his whole being yearns to be with you both. He’s tired, ready to be done with everything that comes with being labeled as ‘the strongest’.
Hell, even banging his fist against the barrier does nothing.
All he wants is to lay in your arms while you tell him how good of a job he’s done. Let him know how much you missed him and how much you love him. He doesn’t want to go back not when he can have both of you here.
With him.
In paradise.
“Please…” Tears threatening to spill over when he falls to his knees, fist balled on his thighs as his head hangs low. It’s unfair. What should he do when he can’t even get to the two of you for comfort? That’s all he’s yearning for! All he needs. He’s never thought of himself as weak but right now, he’s as exhausted as he’s ever been.
He wishes he could be with both of you in this afterlife. Wishing to be a part of your little bubble and it's breaking him the more he's forced to be apart from you. He’s missed you so damn much. The way you would laugh at the most random things, leaving him to figure out what it was that made you so giddy. Hearing your delicate laughter always made his heart soar because it always gave him a little piece of utter bliss. A piece of peace, if you will. Your smile, always genuine and pretty. He finds himself being forced to watch you grin at Suguru whose smile is one Satoru hasn’t seen in ages. His last memory of his friend was one he wishes he could erase but it’s written in the stars at this point, a part of their history.
And in this moment, his heart begins it’s descent when he realizes you’ve both found peace without him.
He tries to call your name again but still doesn’t get an answer. He tries to call Suguru’s name this time as his head whips in the general direction Satoru’s voice is coming from. His heart drums against his chest as he watches the man get up from his spot only for his smile to fade when he walks over to you instead of where he’s stuck standing. Suguru whispers something into your ear, unsure of what was said until you turn in Satoru’s general direction as well.
He can feel both of your eyes on him. He knows you know he’s there now and only then does the barrier begin to open. Your eyes light up with a burning as you’re quick to run and jump into his arms. Catching you with ease. He holds onto you like you’re going to disappear as he lets himself be vulnerable. He lets the tears fall. He lets his mind go numb.
He lets himself be surrounded by you.
“‘Toru.” You hiccup, holding him tighter as he reaches for Suguru to come closer too.
“Satoru…” Suguru smiles but it immediately drops once he reaches forward to caress Satoru’s cheek and Satoru leans into it with a shaky sigh. The look on Suguru face let’s him know that he’s going to drop a bombshell that he doesn’t want to hear.
Not right.
“Don’t-”
“You have to fighting, Satoru. They still need you.”
“No.” Satoru frowns, noticing how you’ve step back to stand in front of Suguru as he places his hands on your shoulders. Why did it feel like you were going to force him out. What is going on? “What? N-No. No! I’m done. I don’t wan-”
“It’s not your time, Toru...” You sigh, growing increasingly antsy as Satoru takes a few strides to stand in front of you.
“We’ll be here. It’s just-”
“No. Don’t make me go back.” You feel horrible, knowing he wants nothing more than to finally be able to rest but you know you’ll have your forever. Now is simply not the right time. “I don’t want to go back. Please…”
“It’s not up to us, though I wish it was.” You wetly chuckle but he can hear how broken you sound (especially since he feels the same). He’s on his knees, hugging and clutching onto you. His face is pressed into your stomach as he remembers you were going to be parents. How excited he was when he found out. You don’t know that he knew. He wanted to surprise you but he knew you were unsure on how to tell him. Unsure if he would be accepting since you hadn’t talked about them before.
Of course, the night before he could tell you over a candle lit dinner, you were called in for a mission. The curse much stronger than you and able to over power you. He still hasn’t forgiven the higher up’s for sending you when they knew you weren’t equipped to take care of.
“Satoru.” Suguru kneels next to his friend as you continue to run your fingers through his snow white hair. You notice he’s beginning to relax (more of less) as he grips your shirt tighter. Suguru kneels beside him to gently rubs his hand up and down his back as he takes the other to unravel Satoru’s blindfold. His finger under his chin, he looks Satoru in the eyes as he wipe the shed tears away. “You have to go back.”
You knew it was going to be a fight to get him to understand, kneeling down to be in front of your husband too. You get him to look at you now as his eyes are just a blue as the last day you saw them. It still leaves you speechless to this day how beautiful he is. You want to kiss his frown away, knowing you won’t get the chance again.
At least, not for a while.
“Tell me you love me.” He stares at you with so much conviction, though he knows you don’t hold any ill-will toward him. “Please. Both of you. Tell me you love me.”
“I love you. I’ll always love you.” You wistfully smile, grabbing his hands to clasp them together. You give them a squeeze before gently kissing his ring. Leaning in closer, you chastely kiss his lips as he lets himself be pampered. When you finally pull away, he chases after you but only until you place your index finger to his lips to get him to stop. Your gaze holds the moon and the stars and as he gazing into your eyes, he feels the burning love you had for him. You still have for him. “My eternal flame, my love. Know that I don’t blame you. None of what happened is your fault.”
Satoru nods, reaching back for Suguru’s hand.
“I loved you, My one and only.” The three of you get up from the floor as Suguru pulls him into a tight embrace. Satoru holds onto him as if he’s going to disappear into thin air. Not wanting to let go and not wanting to go back just yet. He knows he won’t have a choice in the matter since it’s not his time to die but… he just needs this.
Being lonely even when you’re surrounded by people is a wicked existence.
“Go.” You hum, turning your back to Satoru. You don’t want him to see you break down more than you have already. Before he knows it he’s being yank back through the barrier as he blinks rapidly, a blinding white light scorching his eyes from how bright it is. He tries to make out where he is. It’s cold, he can feel the metal stick to his skin as he takes a deep breath before wincing when a sharp pain surges through his stomach. He doesn’t dare move, confused because he was just with you and Suguru.
Where is he now?
It isn’t until he sees a mop of long brown hair hang above his face, brown eyes staring back at him as she smile mournfully.
“Sho-…?”
“Welcome back, Satoru.”
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Do you draw satosugu in french class on the whiteboards or are you normal.
chibi geto is my favorite geto
i wrote a fiiic !
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58585006