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𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞
➪ 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨
brief mention of blood + injury
You awoke quickly, eyes snapping open and jumping to sit up, before you could even understand what was going on. You listened, blinking tiredly, trying to discern what had interrupted your sleep.
A persistent knocking echoed through the quietness of your apartment and your eyes narrowed. There was no reason for anyone to be at your door at 2am, but still you hardly hesitated before grabbing your robe and stepping into your slippers.
Narrowed eyes looked through your peephole, but you saw no one. Within a moment your cursed technique was activated and you opened your door.
You hardly had time to react before a weight was falling into you, causing you to stumble back. Violence was your first reaction, but a tuft of white hair disarmed you immediately.
“…yn?”
Satoru lay in your arms, eyes scrunched close and blood dripping from his nose. A different sort of panic ran through you and you quickly hauled him into your home.
“Satoru? Shit, are you- what’s going on?” You demanded, gently laying him down on your couch. Despite asking, you had a pretty good idea of what he was experiencing.
His skin boasted a sickly pallor and his face was scrunched in obvious pain, an expression that didn’t fit him at all. Besides his bloody nose (that didn’t look broken) he had no other injuries. External injuries, at least.
“Didn’t know where else t’ go,” he murmured weakly. You sucked in a breath of air as you tried desperately to get him on the couch without hurting him more.
“This is exactly where you should go, baby,” You refuted, laying the sorcerer on the couch, before moving him so he could lay his head on your lap.
He just hummed brokenly as your hands rested in his hair. Your hands glowed blue as you began to gauge and heal the damage to Satoru’s brain.
“Just relax, love. It’ll all be over soon, okay?” You whispered, trying to comfort your distraught lover. True to your words, your reversed technique worked quickly and you could feel his brain repairing itself.
Soon enough, his trembling ceased and his breathing evened out. Satoru blew out a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours.
“Almost done, baby. I have some sweets in the freezer you can have and then how about getting some rest?” You suggested, feeling like you could breathe again. It never got easier seeing him like this, and you were sure it never would.
Satoru always seemed above mortal problems, a god amongst men, but right now, he looked so fragile. Tears brimmed his eyes, drying blood coated the bottom half of his face, and he could hardly talk.
You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to regain control of your emotions. Satoru was fine now. He had come to you, and you had healed him, the same way you would whenever he needed you.
“Stay here, love, I’m going to get you cleaned up, yeah?” You carefully replaced your lap with a pillow before heading to your kitchen first. Digging in the freezer, you found a pack of kikifuku mochi, and you put two on a small plate.
You brought it back to him with a cup of water and you couldn’t miss the shake in his hands as he accepted it, but for his sake, you said nothing and instead laid a gentle kiss on his forehead.
When you came back with a damp towel, the mochi was already gone, unsurprisingly. The normalcy of it made you smile. With a feather light touch, you wiped the blood from his face and you felt him lean into the contact.
“Feeling better?” You asked, setting the towel to the side. Satoru let his eyes close as you held his face in your hands and hummed. “Thank you, for everything,” He whispered hoarsely.
You just smiled fondly before helping him to stand. As you led him to your bedroom, you felt his hand squeeze yours, a gesture of affection that you returned.
The second his head hit the pillow, you could tell how tired he was, not that you didn’t expect as much. Still fighting sleep, Satoru laid a kiss on your palm and whispered a declaration of love into your skin.
Less than an hour earlier, you were overwhelmed with worry for his condition, but now all you felt was an overwhelming love. If Satoru needed peace, you would make sure he could find it in your embrace, no matter what.
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𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞
➪ 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨
brief mention of blood + injury
You awoke quickly, eyes snapping open and jumping to sit up, before you could even understand what was going on. You listened, blinking tiredly, trying to discern what had interrupted your sleep.
A persistent knocking echoed through the quietness of your apartment and your eyes narrowed. There was no reason for anyone to be at your door at 2am, but still you hardly hesitated before grabbing your robe and stepping into your slippers.
Narrowed eyes looked through your peephole, but you saw no one. Within a moment your cursed technique was activated and you opened your door.
You hardly had time to react before a weight was falling into you, causing you to stumble back. Violence was your first reaction, but a tuft of white hair disarmed you immediately.
“…yn?”
Satoru lay in your arms, eyes scrunched close and blood dripping from his nose. A different sort of panic ran through you and you quickly hauled him into your home.
“Satoru? Shit, are you- what’s going on?” You demanded, gently laying him down on your couch. Despite asking, you had a pretty good idea of what he was experiencing.
His skin boasted a sickly pallor and his face was scrunched in obvious pain, an expression that didn’t fit him at all. Besides his bloody nose (that didn’t look broken) he had no other injuries. External injuries, at least.
“Didn’t know where else t’ go,” he murmured weakly. You sucked in a breath of air as you tried desperately to get him on the couch without hurting him more.
“This is exactly where you should go, baby,” You refuted, laying the sorcerer on the couch, before moving him so he could lay his head on your lap.
He just hummed brokenly as your hands rested in his hair. Your hands glowed blue as you began to gauge and heal the damage to Satoru’s brain.
“Just relax, love. It’ll all be over soon, okay?” You whispered, trying to comfort your distraught lover. True to your words, your reversed technique worked quickly and you could feel his brain repairing itself.
Soon enough, his trembling ceased and his breathing evened out. Satoru blew out a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours.
“Almost done, baby. I have some sweets in the freezer you can have and then how about getting some rest?” You suggested, feeling like you could breathe again. It never got easier seeing him like this, and you were sure it never would.
Satoru always seemed above mortal problems, a god amongst men, but right now, he looked so fragile. Tears brimmed his eyes, drying blood coated the bottom half of his face, and he could hardly talk.
You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to regain control of your emotions. Satoru was fine now. He had come to you, and you had healed him, the same way you would whenever he needed you.
“Stay here, love, I’m going to get you cleaned up, yeah?” You carefully replaced your lap with a pillow before heading to your kitchen first. Digging in the freezer, you found a pack of kikifuku mochi, and you put two on a small plate.
You brought it back to him with a cup of water and you couldn’t miss the shake in his hands as he accepted it, but for his sake, you said nothing and instead laid a gentle kiss on his forehead.
When you came back with a damp towel, the mochi was already gone, unsurprisingly. The normalcy of it made you smile. With a feather light touch, you wiped the blood from his face and you felt him lean into the contact.
“Feeling better?” You asked, setting the towel to the side. Satoru let his eyes close as you held his face in your hands and hummed. “Thank you, for everything,” He whispered hoarsely.
You just smiled fondly before helping him to stand. As you led him to your bedroom, you felt his hand squeeze yours, a gesture of affection that you returned.
The second his head hit the pillow, you could tell how tired he was, not that you didn’t expect as much. Still fighting sleep, Satoru laid a kiss on your palm whispered a declaration of love into your skin.
Less than an hour earlier, you were overwhelmed with worry for his condition, but now all you felt was an overwhelming love. If Satoru needed peace, you would make sure he could find it in your embrace, no matter what.
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Nanami Kento - FanBehavior
Warnings: None
One shot of Nanami because I was listening to fan behavior by Isaac Dunbar and he immediately popped into my head
Nanami has a fan club, yep that’s right, a fan club. One which you as his s/o didn’t know about till now. The only reason you found out was because of Gojo Satoru, an old friend of yours.
Needless to say, Satoru was very annoyed at the lack of a fan club for him.
“How come he gets a fan club? I’m much better looking than he is, don’t you think n/n?” Satoru whined.
You were on your way to find Kento to have lunch with him and found Satoru on your way, who insisted on tagging along.
“Do you think I could get in to his fan club?” You wondered out loud, shocking Gojo.
“Hey! N/n! You’re supposed to be on my side!” You let out a slight laugh at Gojo’s childish behavior.
“Why can’t both of you have fan clubs?”
“That’s a great idea! N/n I’m appointing you as president of my fan club.”
“Sure you are” You replied, speeding up your pace slightly.
Gojo got sidetracked by a student of his and continued yelling after you until you were out of earshot. Laughing at Satoru’s antics you finally reached your lovely boyfriend’s office. Shocked by what you saw.
There was not one, but three girls all confessing their love to Kento. You decided to wait a bit before interfering. He rejected them all, but only two of them left. One stayed and tried to force herself onto your boyfriend. She kissed him.
Annoyed you walked over to them, Kento had already shoved her off of him even before he noticed you, her gaudy red lipstick smudged against his lips. Absolutely pissed now you walked over to Kento and kissed him hard on the lips.
A whistle left Gojo’s mouth, interrupting the kiss between you and Kento as you turned to the doorway where he was leaning. You glared at him slightly. Gojo raised his hands in innocence.
“By all means, continue the face sucking. I’ll get the girl out of here.” Gojo grabbed the suprisingly strong girl and took the girl out of the office. Finally letting you two be alone.
“Your fan club is insane sweetheart”
“I know,” Kento replied as he picked up his car keys from his desk, “how about you we go somewhere nice for lunch?”
Agreeing, you both walk out to his car hand in hand. You decided if that’s how they’re going to be, you don’t need to be in his fan club. Not with that fan behavior.
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Gojo Satoru
Nanami Kento
Toge Inumaki
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February 4 - Gojo Saturo - Kisses
Warnings: None
Reader gender not specified
Writers blockkkk 😭
Gojo Saturo was acting strangely today. Anyone could see that. Even Yuuji noticed it. Every time he went to ask Gojo sensei a question or ask for something he would magically disappear.
At first Yuuji thought maybe he was just avoiding him, so with a lot some convincing he sent Nobara to try to look for him, with no success.
After a few minutes of everyone looking found something shocking. Gojo and you, an amazing top five ranked jujutsu sorcerer, making out in the hallway against the wall.
Megumi was the first to find you two. Flustered, the spikey haired now tomato boy tried to quickly walk away, only to be pulled behind a potted plant where Yuuji was hiding watching the scene.
One by one the rest all four you and were consequently pulled behind the plant by Yuuji (I don’t think this poor sweet boy understands exactly how small this plant is compared to 5 people and a Panda)
You were pulling away from Gojo to take a breath, air is sadly necessary for humans to live, when you spotted something odd across the hallway. 5 people and panda, all squished against each other, attempting to hide behind a potted plant. Stopping Gojo from leaving, yet another, hickey on your neck you pointed out the people watching you.
“Uh, Gojo, honey, I think we have an audience” You said, pointing to the cluster of people.
Gojo let out a small sigh before calling out.
“We can see you, ya know~”
The cluster of children instantly froze all unclumping and coming stand apart, directly facing the two of you in almost awkward silence. Until Yuuji started talking.
“Gojo-sensei! How could you not tell us before that you know one of the best sorcerers in the world!”
“You didn’t even tell us and now you’re making out her?!” A completely annoyed Nobara yelled.
“What? I can’t kiss my spouse?” Gojo replied, holding up both of your left hands.
“YOUR SPOUSE!?” The bewildered students shouted out.
They started asking Gojo and you millions of questions and you wondered how people could possibly talk that fast. You originally were ordered here to defeat some particularly tough curses and decided now was as good a time as any to start.
“I’m sure Gojo will be happy to answer all your questions, but I have to go now” Leaving behind the children, and panda. As well as your husband, who was giving you a pleading look, not to leave him to the whims of the pushy students.
As you left, you heard a faint, ‘Can you get me her autograph?’ and you let out a small chuckle as you continued walking away.
You adored kisses with Gojo, but maybe not around the school again.
satosugu who are just beyond obsessed with reader. but they’re so so mean about it.
it would start with gojo, talking about you all the time. laughing at you. calling you a nuisance. bulling you. riling you up. trying to make you upset. satoru gojo is mean, and he wants to see you cry. and when he succeeds, he laughs and coos at you. “you cryin?what happened you telling me to fuck off? not so tough now, hm?” he grabs at your face, poorly wiping at your tears just to spread them around your face.
at first, geto wouldn’t understand it. don’t get him wrong, you’re not hard to look at in any sense, but he doesn’t see exactly what his best friend sees beyond a pretty face to torment. it’s not until you come to him after a particularly mean comment from gojo, in tears, asking him to please get his best friend to stop. that’s when he gets it. “i’m so sorry, sweetheart. he can be awfully mean, can’t he?” he wraps his arms around your torso and lets you bury your face into his shoulder. he chuckles to himself as he gently rubs your back. how stupid can you be?
you just have no idea what kind of game you’re playing. because geto is a hundred times worse than gojo.
THE STRONGEST HAVE THE GREATEST MANSPREADS
Imagine Crowley saying Gojo’s infamous quote:
“Datte kimi, yowai mo~”
Damn, Crowley and his chaotic kids kinda look different here–
OH MY GOD EPEL DKSKJSJDJDJDJJD AGHHHHHSHAKJSJD 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕💕😭😭😭😭😭✨✨✨✨