Thanks For The Dramatic Shot Of Takaba's Crotch. It's An Essential Element. Couldn't Make A Movie About

Thanks for the dramatic shot of Takaba's crotch. It's an essential element. Couldn't make a movie about him without it.

sry i have chronic only draws megumi disorder the doctor said it's terminal :/

Mister Roadside Assistance

How unlucky do you have to be to hit a curb so hard you pop your tire? Fortunately for you, your boyfriend Toji is here to help, even if it’s pouring rain.

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Contains: pure fluff, pet names (doll, sweetheart, princess)

Word count: 1.7k

The sky is nearly jet black, flashes of lightning illuminating the dark roads around you for a mere second at most as you drive to your boyfriend Toji’s apartment. You let out a defeated sigh, you knew it was gonna storm tonight, but you got out of work so much later than you expected, you really thought you’d be lucky enough to sneak past the dark clouds looming closer and closer; but of course you couldn’t be so fortunate.

The AC in your car blows cold against your skin, still slightly damp from your hurried run through the parking lot. You reach your hand down to fumble with the AC knob, glancing away from the road for only a moment as you continue to cruise down the lonely narrow street, but when your eyes trace their way back up to the street, it’s a little less lonely. Not in a good way, however, a deer running out into the middle of the road forces a shocked gasp from your throat and you instinctively yank your steering wheel to the side, your car leaping over the curb as you faintly hear a loud scrape over the sound of the pouring rain. Your dash lights up like a Christmas tree as you come to a screeching halt, the deer giving you a look that seems almost passive aggressive given the circumstances.

You sit frozen in place, you and that god forsaken deer staring each other dead in the eyes before it turns on its heels- or, well, hooves, and gallops into the trees on the opposing side of the empty street. Left alone now with nothing but your racing heart, the steady thump thump thump of your windshield wipers in their desperate attempt to keep your view clear, and your car pinging beeps into your ears, your gaze drops back down to your colorful blinking dashboard.

Tire pressure low, 28 PSI.

25.

21.

Ah, shit.

You tightly grip your fingers around your steering wheel, dropping your head and lightly banging your forehead into the wheel. Of all times for this to happen, it just has to be during a severe thunderstorm warning. It’s not like you don’t have a spare in the trunk, you do… but, it’s not like you know how to change the tire; and in the pitch black of night under storming skies isn’t exactly the most ideal spot to learn. You look up at your dashboard, hopeful that maybe it will just magically stop beeping in warning that your tire is rapidly flattening below you, but no.

14.

11.

8.

You let out a groan as your head flops back down, thumping against your steering wheel once again. Your fingers loosen their grip around the wheel and slide their way down to the voice assistant button, the robotic voice cheerfully chiming “what would you like to do?” as an exasperated sigh leaves your lips.

“Call Toji.”

The line rings once, twice, and then you’re greeted with his raspy voice playing through your car speakers.

“Everything alright?”

You lift your head and look out at the empty road in front of you. If your boyfriend could see your face right now you just know he would give you the hardest time for your pitiful expression.

“Baby…”

“Yes, doll?”

You lowered your head once again, quietly mumbling under your breath, “I hit a curb.”

He snorts out a short laugh, cocky grin evident in the sound of his voice, “Good job sweetheart.”

“I popped my tire…”

The loud sound of his laughter surrounds you in your seat, you knew this was gonna happen.

“You fuckin’ serious?”

“Ugh,” You rub your eyes in the palms of your hands, “Can you come help me?”

His laughing is quieter now but still clearly audible, “Nah, I’m sure you’ve got it.”

“Baby.”

He snickers, “Send me your location doll, I’ll be there soon.”

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Glancing up into your rear view mirror, you see his dull yellow headlights coming around the corner and pulling up behind you. You unbuckle your seatbelt and open up your door, which nearly slams back into your face from the strong wind blowing in the storm, as Toji grabs a hold of the handle and keeps the door cracked open, leaning down and peeking his head into your car.

“Pop the trunk for me princess.”

You nod your head and push the button to unlock your trunk, turning your body to step out of your car before he places a large hand on your shoulder and gently pushes you back into the driver’s seat. You look up at him with a pout.

“Let me help!”

“Nuh uh, don’t need you fuckin’ it up.” He says with a grin, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your temple before stepping back from the car and slamming the door shut.

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, watching him circle around to the back of the car and dig through your trunk, pulling the hefty spare tire out with one hand as if it weighed nothing. He makes his way to the passenger side of your car, crouching down out of your view; you scoot over your center console and kneel onto the passenger seat, rolling down the window to watch him. He looks up at you with droplets of water cascading down his black hair, white t-shirt sticking flush to his broad shoulders, and a shit eating grin plastered across his scarred lips.

“You really did a number on it huh? Showed that curb who’s boss.”

You swear your eyes must have rolled to the back of your skull, “You’re unbearable.”

His grin only grows wider as he bites the tip of his tongue and lowers his gaze to focus on your wheel, your rim having a large scratch running across its entire length and your tire absolutely butchered with a gaping gash on its side. Droplets of warm rain sprinkle onto your cheeks as you watch him jack your car up, his arms flexing as he raises it higher and higher. He picks a long wrench off the ground, securing it to the silver bolts inside the rim and twisting each one until they fall onto the wet grass down below. He hooks his palm underneath a gap in the metal rim, rising to his feet and carrying the wheel to the back of the vehicle, your car shaking as he haphazardly tosses it into the trunk.

He walks back to the passenger side, lightning cracking in the dark skies and illuminating his tall figure as he drops down onto one muddy knee and slides your spare tire into place, screwing the bolts in most of the way with his fingers before securing them tightly in place with the wrench. He peers up at you through his dark lashes, grinning at the way you’re borderline giving him heart eyes as you gawk at his biceps flexing as he lowers your car from the jack.

“Enjoying the view?”

Your eyes flicker from his arms to the smirk on his lips, leaning back fully into the car and starting to roll the window back up as his smile grows wider and turns into a laugh. He stands up to his feet, opening your car door and leaning down to fit his tall figure inside, propping his knee onto your seat and hovering over you. You squeal and attempt to push him away, he’s completely drenched, his white t-shirt nearly transparent and soaking your clothes as he leans closer and closer to you.

“Oh? Don’t be like that doll, c’mere.” He’s grinning at you deviously, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling your body flush against his as you squirm under his hold.

“You’re soaked! Get out of my car!” You squeal, unable to hide the smile forming on your face. He couldn’t be more unbothered if he tried, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, causing the water from his hair to drip down your back.

“That’s no way to thank me,” He pouts playfully, leaning away from you and giving you the false sense of hope that he would save you, and your clothes, from getting drenched, “Want me to dry off princess?”

The tone in his voice is mischievous, and once you see the glint in his eyes you know you’re in trouble. He shakes his head violently back and forth, water droplets flying off of his hair and making a complete mess of you and your car. A playful scream escapes your throat as you climb backwards over your center console, shielding your face with your hands while your back bumps against the driver’s side door. He’s on his hands and knees crawling further into your car, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck while the other opens your door; you would’ve fallen backwards out of the car if it weren’t for his hand holding you steady, the wind blowing pouring rain all over your back while his smile only grows wider.

He wraps his other arm around your waist and holds you halfway out of the car, catching your screams and curses into his mouth as he presses his lips against yours, you could feel his smile against your lips and taste the rain dripping into your mouth as he kisses you. Your arms flail around before wrapping around his neck to keep yourself from falling, even though you know he would never drop you in a million years, and you let your eyes fall shut, tilting your head slightly to better slot his lips against your own. For a moment it was like the world stopped turning, lightning cracking in the sky, loud drops of rain thumping against the concrete roads, the warm glow of headlights coming from the first car you’ve seen drive down this road, its wheels rushing through deep puddles and splashing water into the open air.

And then the world abruptly starts to turn again as a massive splash of water drenches you and Toji both as the car speeds past. You scream out in surprise and Toji can’t even attempt to contain his laughter, pulling you back into your sopping wet car and pulling the door shut behind you. You swear that grin hasn’t left his face a single time tonight, he must just delight in your misery. His green eyes are on yours as you lean your back against the door, panting for air and your eyebrows furrowed in frustration, he can’t help but cup your cheek in his hand.

“Y’look so cute when you’re about to kill me.”

A/N: Baby’s first completed fic!! Look at me go!! I wrote this all in one sitting bc I was feelin’ MAD INSPIRED after having to change my tire yesterday lmfao, I hope u enjoyed!!

Adding to what I said in the first part -

If people felt this way about Gojo, that he was like a monster to hunt, then I guess Sukuna would have experienced the same thing on a much greater scale.

JJK is going to look different again since seeing Yuuji, Sukuna and Kenjaku (Gojo too ig) in this light so strongly [spoilers if you're anime only ig, no chapter leak spoilers tho]

Sukuna hates Yuuji (and is uncomfortable around Kenjaku) bc his body is a cage. Kenjaku designed Yuuji that way. I wonder if he spent generations experimenting (his grandpa telling Jin that he'd die, around whoever his dead wife was and the way Yuuji was born w Sukuna's finger in him - but it was sealed, so Sukuna didn't possess Yuuji or have awareness of this until he hate more, unsealed fingies).

Sukuna and Yuuji were both robbed of their autonomy by Kenjaku, in almost the same way. This gives them something very unique and personal to relate to each other with, but they don't try to find common ground. The closest thing is Yuuji saying "I know you don't want to die, too" but he never asks Sukuna for his motives. Everyone seems to assume that it's about power and killing everyone without reason. The only times when Yuuji interacts with Sukuna are to get something from him. I think that Yuuji trying to bribe him into healing Junpei felt awful - imagine being trapped in a kid's body, who has total control, and then he tries to manipulate you. Sukuna hates being touched so being thrust into this state must have been hell.

Uraume seems like the only one who respects Sukuna's boundaries.

Yuuji matches everyone's energy, and usually comes around to understand them. Megumi's reason for saving people, Nobara's reason for becoming a sorcerer etc, Junpei's reaction to his mother's death.

But he's never tried to understand Sukuna - at first, he told Gojo that he kept hearing Sukuna's voice, that he was annoying. Which means that Sukuna was trying to initiate conversation. Yuuji just ignores Sukuna, never giving him a consideration of humanity. The only way of connection Sukuna is ever granted seems to be through violence.

In the first hour of knowing about, seeing cursed spirits, Yuuji was told that Sukuna is a curse, a monster. Gojo said that Sukuna was once a real person. But Yuuji never tried to connect with any humanity that might there.

I think it has to hurt on some subconscious level, at least, that Yuuji gives anyone else some compassion, some empathy, but doesn't bother to have a conversation with someone who is forced into sharing his body, but not able to control it.

I believe that Sukuna went through the process of mummification while still alive because it was a way to prevent Kenjaku from using his body, (it might have also been a way for him to see more about consciousness, without any peers in his era. It might have been convenient since there was a famine at some point - he mentioned that his mother might have been starving and that's why he ate his twin in the womb. Idk) to reclaim it as his own.

I'm starting to wonder if Sukuna's motive for everything is to regain some autonomy, to have a body of his own again. And maybe he had to become a monster to do that, by transferring into Megumi.

And Sukuna doesn't seem to consider himself human, either, but did in the past. He's only considered human by others when it comes to calling him a cannibal. Despite that there were likely circumstances leading to this - a famine, a sign of respect to the sorcerers who challenged him to the death.

But he's so isolated from the world, from being called a child that should have never been born, to not fitting into clothes etc. bc the world wasn't built for him, and the loneliness that comes from being aro/ace, from being an object of fear or a deity to use in rituals that might prevent natural disasters.

Sukuna has no peers until it comes to Gojo, but they communicate in different styles, and remain isolated by misunderstanding.

A sukugo parallel I think deserves attention - they both had to become the monster. Thrust into this position by birth (held responsible for the shift of the world), and by the reactions of the people and powers around them.

The difference is that Gojo became the monster by letting someone else take over his body.

Sukuna became the monster by intentionally taking someone else's.

Sukuna never attacks without reason, I was rly mad at him for Mimiko and Nanako but I think he had a trauma response and felt gross like they were trying to manipulate him the way Kenjaku had.

But when he kills, it's fast and merciful. It's an instant death.

The exception to this would be during his fight w Mahoraga (and maybe Jogo I forget rn) but they were caught in it by chance, by accident. Sukuna limited his range to spare Megumi, but he wasn't in a position to be aware of every person's location and keep them out of the crossfire. He wasn't intentionally hurting them, he wasn't finding joy in their suffering, he wasn't standing around to watch.

It's my opinion that when Sukuna first appeared and said it'll be a massacre, he was hinting at the merger. I can't think of a single time when he went after anyone who did not approach him first.

To make things even worse:

We can look at Sukuna and Kenjaku's relationships with Mahito.

Kenjaku gets along with Mahito - though he is just using him for his CT and to manipulate things in his own game. He still called him over when Geto's body fought back. "hey, Mahito, look at this," like he wanted to share a joke w a friend, and listen to his interpretation of the phenomenon. It was so friendly, that interaction always weirds me out.

Sukuna does not like to be touched. He seemed to get along with Mahito at first, when Yuuji called him out - but generally he prefers to be away from that in his innate domain. I think that Sukuna was creeped out by Mahito, once he became aware of the situation - actually, I think the only one who wasn't disturbed by Mahito was Kenjaku.

Kenjaku and Mahito constantly cross boundaries, manipulating bodies and souls without their consent, and it is fun for them. I'm not sure whether Kenjaku enjoys to watch people suffer, but he loves games and seems to see everything as a part of one, and doesn't hesitate to hurt anyone - unless it interferes with his plans.

Sukuna doesn't hurt anyone unprovoked, but Kenjaku and Mahito don't save anyone without reason.

sometimes i think about this txt cover of invitation and... that long haired guy is just choso with his hair down TO ME

Nobara: Fushiguro, can you peer pressure me into doing my homework? Megumi, not looking up from his book: Do your homework or you're straight. Nobara: I wanted to be pressured into doing it, not THREATENED.