Dear Mother Stsg X Fem!reader

dear mother — stsg x fem!reader

synopsis : you’ve finally enrolled into jujutsu tech, sad thing is, you’re totally clueless.

includes / cw : emotionally abusive mother

a /n : ch1 of my “all mine” series!!!

"i'm ogawa [name]. i'm from sendai japan. please take care of me."

you bow politely. smiling at the tiny class of three as you rise, posture nervous and stiff.

"if i knew there was someone new i would've thrown a welcome party!" a white haired boy who's eyes are protected by circular black glasses exclaims excitedly, a smile big on his lips. you admit you're a bit intimidated. the idea of a party for you seems a bit over the top, though.

a boy on his left scoffs almost affectionately, the soft look he sends to his counterpart familiar to you. you always looked at the street cats like that, your mother as well (you try not to think about it). he has a bang over his left eye, you wonder if someone has ever tried to tuck it behind his ear.

"there's no need for a party. my arrival can't be that exciting," you chuckle shyly.

they all analyze you. so you settle with looking at your shuffling shoes.

"she speaks so formally." the gojo boy leans over with a hand cupped around his mouth as he whispers to his best friend, causing you to look up. it's a bit silly that he's acting as if he's whispering a secret even though everyone can hear him.

his friend eyes you apologetically.

there's another girl, the only one who seems actually interested as she stares you down. you flinch as you catch her gaze. her hair is short, in a brown bob that frames her face perfectly. her bangs are tucked behind her ear and there's a mole you catch on her face that convinces you she's model worthy.

other than your mother you've never thought a woman was so pretty.

"so new girl, what's your cursed technique."

new girl.. but i swore i said my name. did i not?

ignoring the white haired boy's lack of manners was easy, since you weren't all that aware he was being rude.

"i actually... don't know."

all three students chorused at the same time.

"hah?"

scouted? me? when you heard such a thing, you were confused and honestly, really surprised. you weren't talented by any means. outside of studying you didn't have much going on. not only that, but your mother kept you in the house a lot. so to hear of someone from jujutsu tech finding you worthy enough to attend had you blinking, astonished.

you were aware of what jujutsu was, cursed techniques and all of that jazz, but your knowledge was still limited beyond that. your mom was adamant on you not attending for reasons she refused to tell. obviously you didn't push. you never liked seeing her with a temper.

the man who recommended you was named yaga masamichi. he'd taken note of the significant amount of cursed energy you possessed when passing by you on your way to school. your family weren't jujutsu sorcerers from what you were aware of — you honestly weren't even sure that there were jujutsu sorcerers or people like you until now. but you'd never put it past your mom to hide something like that from you.

she always kept jujutsu related talk under wraps, only giving you little information to quell your curiosity.

you didn't even know what your cursed technique was. or if you even had one. even though you tried to understand why she does what she does, it still felt very lonely — seeing such heinous creatures and having to pretend they didn't exist for your own safety.

if it weren't for the fact that you instinctively learned to control your cursed energy output, you could've been in serious danger.

and although it was painful to go through such things alone — not being able to confide in a single person — you understood why your mother did it. all she wanted to do was keep you safe.

and even if you followed all of her rules of no jujutsu to a T, you couldn't help the sensation of excitement and relief knowing that there were so many other people out there just like you. a school of them, even.

you wanted badly to be upset with your mother, the fact that she knew about all of this and kept it from you. but even the thought of being angry at her when all she wanted was to protect you had you pushing down those foolish feelings.

other than secretive, your mother was also very stubborn. a trait that you always admired until this very moment.

she argued that you didn't belong into a school that was practically a death trap for young teens. always listening to your mother like an obedient puppy, you looked down at the floor, preparing for the inevitable rejection, expression sad as you shuffled your shoes alongside your mothers that were planted firm on the ground — you resisted the urge to distance yourself from her.

your eyes drifted to the shoes that were yaga's hoping no one would question your silence (they never did).

your mother wasn't a bad person. never that. but sometimes you couldn't help but get upset at the decisions she made in your stead. you wouldn't say that she didn't consider you, but sometimes it kinda felt that way.

"i get where you're coming from. jujutsu tech is a dangerous place and i hate to bring such young talented kids into such risks. but you have to understand your daughters side," he gestured towards you, your mothers eyes dropping to your head that perked up before they glared back at yaga.

"how do you think she feels knowing she has the opportunity to branch out and gain knowledge about these abilities. do you think she wants to stay ignorant because you do?"

your ears rang as the last sentence was spoken.

"do you think she wants to stay ignorant because you do?"

it resonated with you in a way you couldn't comprehend. all you could do was clutch your chest as a foreign feeling of relief left your choked up throat in a bated breath. the exhale feeling as if you were being freed from something. being seen.

"[name], my sweet darling baby," she caressed the top of your head. it was instinct to lean into her touch, even though at the moment you couldn't sort out how you felt towards her.

she's protecting you. the words whisper in your ear, like a disease that is incurable, like a predator that sinks its fangs and refuses to let go.

"mommy wants you to stay home with her. please consider it. it's so dangerous out there, and i really don't want you to get hurt," she cooed. it made you feel sick and you hated not knowing why. even though her words were meant to console you, they only made you want to run.

your eyes were glued to the dirty mat that you and your mother refused to clean, maybe because it was the most familiar thing in this constant changing house. there were five pairs of shoes, you, yaga, and mother and two unworn pairs off to the side, both meant for other occasions, better ones. ones that don't include the ringing of your ears and the well of your tears as they collect on your lashes. maybe it's an occasion where you're at a nice dinner with your mom, a rare treat whenever she deemed herself in the mood.

the bigger pair of shoes shifted. yaga.

"miss ogawa. i don't mean to overstep, but have you considered you're babying your 15 year old child? maybe you need to consider that she can make her own-"

"don't you dare tell me how to parent my own damn child." her voice is dripping with venom, the venom that seeps through you and whispers in your ear.

i just want to protect you.

your mothers anger was never a calm one, it was loud and furious, voice bouncing off the walls as she tried restraining herself from getting violent. so hearing her talk to the man in such a familiar tone had you quivering in her hold.

your mother, never under the assumption that she could ever be the reason you were upset, deduced that your shivers were caused by yaga.

so she glares, long and hard, and her lips move to form the words you were dreading, "my daughter is not attending your shit school. get out of my house.”

...

other than the sound of life beyond the door, there only laid cold, anxious silence.

you were afraid to look up, your mother's shirt being your only anchor. but from the resigned sigh that left yaga's lips, you were well aware of the expression he was making — one of anger, and disappointment. realizing that seeking you out was a waste of his time.

or so you assumed.

for he could only look at you in pity, acknowledging how painful a relationship like this must be for you, and in longing, hoping foolishly that he could lend a helping hand.

a rough calloused hand entered your vision, a piece of ripped paper in the grip of his fingers.

yaga gestured it towards you patiently, a look of sorrow marring his usually calm expression. "if there's a change, please call this number."

your mom ripped it from his grasp right before you could touch it. she crumpled it in her hand. "there won't be a change. now get the fuck out of my house."

you could only stare in horror at your mothers fist that held the only thing that could possibly change the trajectory of your life. even as yaga bowed and turned around, even as the door slammed shut behind him. even as mother soothed you with quiet coos meant for a baby, even as she turned towards the kitchen to start on dinner, even as she sat you down and commented on your silence. even as she watched you absentmindedly pick on your food, even as she started to become agitated at your lack of response, and even as she treaded up the stairs to her bedroom. your eyes stayed glued to that one hand.

you blinked, eyes dry and mouth parched as you suddenly remembered that you weren't at the front door anymore while your mother cradled you in her arms.

your eyes drift to the front door, and you approach it slowly. you don't know why you stand there or why your hand touched the door knob.

maybe it's because you're hopeful that the man is behind this door. waiting patiently for you to open it, prepared with the words of acceptance. maybe something amongst it that helps you figure out what the hell to do.

"a school of them." you whispered, the only thing capable of leaving your dry mouth.

there was a school of them. proof that you really weren't alone in this cursed world. how could you possibly go back to the difficult life of acting as if everything was normal when it wasn't? blue auras were around everybody, and the grotesque creatures festered from the negative feelings surrounding those people. and there were those out there who knew how to get rid of those things for the sake of others.

knowing all of this, you couldn't stand by and not lend a hand, not learn to control the one thing that's burdened you your entire life. but..

you looked up the stairs, seeing just the top of your mothers door.

what would she do? she needed you. you both took care of each other, you couldn't leave her behind.

but you needed this. you wanted to figure all of this out. control theses abilities and hopefully get to know people who were just like you. and... you could always come back.

yeah.

who said you had to stay? you would go, go to jujutsu high, reach your goals, and return to your mother.

because even though you may make friends with those of similar backgrounds to you, your mother was a constant in your life, never changing. you couldn't abandon her. you wouldn't.

so with this new resolve in your heart, you snuck up to her room. she kept her door creaked for unknown reasons, maybe to keep an eye on you, but you ignored that and thanked its convenience for this very moment.

she was asleep. snoring.

you treaded carefully over to the bed, eyes focused on the bags growing under her lashes. the sight made your lips twitch into a small frown. you delicately tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. listening to her steady breathing as she dreamt the night away.

"wait for me, mother.”

you turned away and grabbed the piece of paper off of her nightstand, leaving the room with a sense of urgency.

you dialed yaga's number after locking your bedroom door, pacing around in circles as the phone rung. the ringing resonated in your ears like a ticking clock. you didn't really have time. if he wouldn't answer now you'd never get your chance.

your mom was an early bird and you could already feel yourself getting drowsy.

"i mean. who even calls this late. he might be asleep..." you whisper defeatedly and pull the phone away from your ear to hang up, but it lights up with his icon and you jump in excitement.

"miss. ogawa?"

"masamichi-san. it's [name]."

Dear mother,

I've departed, something I'm sure you noticed. As much as I wanted to obey you, I couldn't just abandon the opportunity that could help change my life for the better. I know you were trying to protect me, and I know that it's dangerous. But I can't live knowing that my life could be different. I can't just sit by and watch this spark of light dim, let my world go dark again. I'm not like you, mother. I will not stay ignorant. Wait for me, please.

I lov-

a loud shrewd rip echoes through the quiet house. your mother's eyes are dull, face empty as she starts furiously ripping the paper to shreds.

she suddenly screams out in anger, tears of frustration bubbling and blurring her vision. she grips her hair in agony as she starts chanting curses.

"dammit dammit, dammit!! i told her it was dangerous. i told her. damn her!! good for nothing daughter... not listening to a fucking word i say!!"

your mom stomps angrily out of her room, not caring for the small pieces of paper she tramples over.

"I love you,"

"mother."

oranges

gojo knows how to peel oranges

a/n: just something simple inspired by the poem oranges by jean little, i cried the first time i read it, hope you guys enjoy <3

wordcount: 843

masterlist

there was a lot you did for satoru.

you helped ground him, reminded him to drink water, made him food, taught him how to fold clothes and do laundry, showed him all your favorites- from places to eat and videos to play.

you reminded him what love felt like, your tender touches late at night, gentle thumb pads wiping away hot tears, soft whispers and proclamations of love.

satoru always wondered what he did for you.

he didn’t think much of the quality time he’d spend with you, he thought that was a given. he often brushed past the shower of compliments he gave you daily, figuring that was the standard. the little gestures of holding doors open, buying you flowers, remembering your favorite candle scent and buying your shampoo seemed too natural to him for it to be considered and outward act of love.

“you want some oranges?” you asked, looking at him with a smile from the kitchen.

“i could go for some oranges” he replies, getting up from the couch and joining you in the kitchen, taking an orange in his hand.

his thumbs easily tear into through the peel, gently digging his finger and separating it seamlessly from the sweet fruit, continuing his motion until the peel comes completely off, all in one piece.

you on the other hand, are putting too much force into your thumb, your finger piercing straight into the flesh of the fruit, shrieking when the juice gets on your face a bit.

“how do you always peel it so neatly? i have never once been able to” you huff, setting the now punctured Orange on a towel, washing your hands in the sink before drying them off.

“cmon sweetheart it really isn’t that hard!” satoru grins, taking your orange and easily peeling it apart neatly. “you have to do this, and then… get it there and boom!” his smile widening as he stares at you, a pout on your lips and an annoyed look in your eyes.

“yeah yeah mr. ‘I’m so good at everything’” you tease, tasking the orange from his hand and munching on a piece. “they’re sweet today” you smile, putting both your pieces and satoru’s in a bowl, heading back to the couch the two of you were on.

two weeks later the two of you are cooking dinner, reading off the recipe and realizing the dish called for an orange.

“can you hand me an orange?” you ask, turning around and thanking him as he hands it to you. you were determined to not make a mess this time, it’s just an orange after all.

but as gentle as you were, the peel wouldn’t budge, and the little force you applied proved to be just a little too much as your fingers pierced through the flesh again. you groaned in frustrations satoru already taking it from his hands, a smile on his face as he so easily peeled it.

“coulda just asked” he hums, handing you the orange, you’re glaring at him, giggling when he misses your nose.

“thank you angel boy,” you mumble, chopping the orange and adding it in.

one year later you’re sitting together in a grassy field, the wild blowing past the two of you, your laughter and love filled gazes scattered in the wind.

“i got some oranges from the market today!” you grin, taking them out of the wicker basket and showing them to your snowy haired lover. “you owe me breakfast in bed if i can finally peel this damn citrus fruit” you wager, satoru easily sitting back, a small smirk on his face as he nodded.

“I’ll do so breakfast in bed for a month if you peel it in one piece” your eyes widen at his proposition, nodding before looking at the fruit in your hands.

it’s only ten seconds later that you’re throwing yourself back, saying the fruit was obviously defective because ‘there’s no way the peel was that easy to cut through!’

satoru takes the oranges from you, peeling them perfectly and separating them into neat sections.

“I’m glad i have you to peel my citrus” you smile one night, taking the mandarin slices from his hand and humming in delight as the sweet taste hits your tastebuds.

“I’ll always peel your oranges for you” he replies, voice soft, his blue eyes seem a little lighter and his face a bit more relaxed as he looks at you.

it’s been years since then, and you never learned to peel oranges, the times you’d attempt to, juice would get everywhere and the peel coming off in chunks, the aftermath looked like an orange massacre.

satoru’s heart flutters when he sees the citrus fruit, knowing you’ll hand it to him, for him to peel for you. he knows you’ll always ask him to do this for you.

satoru is grateful everyday that you can’t peel oranges, because with the boundless things you do for him, he knows this is the one thing he’ll always be able to do for you.

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I know this is like so random but do you have any geto, gojo, nanami, or megumi ao3 recs because the only good fics I’ve read of jjk are ones you’ve written 😭

you have come to the right place :,) i post more recs than fics at this point haha most of these are copy pasted off previous rec lists but have been added onto! the ones with green + marks are NEW RECS

here's a post on how to use ao3 to find fics by yourself for those who dont know <3

gojo + ao3:

+ intrinsic warmth: my favourite fic of all time. like genuinely. insane writing, fucking amazing in every sense of the term. 2nd time recommending this! reader's character is so sick BUT updates real slow (which isnt a bad thing!! good things take time!!) so i wouldn't read if you aren't patient // 122k words, 15 chapters, incomplete

+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces

+ the witches' brew: super cute fluff! reader owns a cafe, gojo is a regular, it's all around adorable // 2 chapters, 11k words, completed

+ all that is solid melts into air: arranged marriage trope! i haven't read but @/aanobrain loves this one // 7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ cake batter: established relationship w/ dad!gojo & megumi <33 not much to say, just short n sweet, i am such a sucker for dad gojo so its no surprise there's one of these on the list.. // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ best of luck: initial concept is really unique!! confessions, slight angst, takes place at the beginning/middle-ish of s1 i think? so cute loved this &lt;;3 // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ afternoon tea(se): gojo torturing megumi. classic !! so so cute love the banter // 1.7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ my apologies, gordon ramsay: god i hate this man. jk. reader is a teacher and a functional human being; gojo is not. loved! // 8k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ a name known only to paper: platonic, angst- beautifully written, such a unique idea. reader is gojo's older sibling. // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ heart beats: another collection! i looove gojo in this so so cute i also adore bff nanami in the last one haha // 11k words, 3 pieces

+ exposure therapy: this is 1/2 of a 2 piece collection. when i read this for the first time i was floored- i love the creative take, and the reader's character (it was a 'she's so me' moment). this author writes with such a subtle but unadulterated take on love and i adore it // 5k words

+ how to be a human being: 2/2 of the previous rec and the perfect continuation in every sense of the term. oh my gosh, is this masterful- from the relationships & writing of megumi and tsumiki to gojo (i almost forgot this was a rec for him) it's all around amazing // 20k words

+ the sanctity of a name: SO SENTIMENTAL !! what an adorable work that rly goes into the psychology and significance of his technique + upbringing. so real and raw and very him // 2k words, complete, 1 chapter

+ assumptions: omf jealous gojo...... he's so cute in this!! you guys are married and it's almost his birthday, but while you're planning his surprise party he suspects something else.. // 6k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ even with the lights off: RAHHHH another fic that has me floored and pushing the #saveijichi agenda at the same time // 8k words, 2 chapters, complete

nanami + ao3:

+ math help: dad!nanami w son!yuuji.... yeah that's all i really need to say i think! // 1 chapter, 2k words, complete

+ photo albums: nanami shares abt his childhood! // 1k wc, 1 chapter, complete

+ i don't really read for nanami but i would check out @aanobrain and maybe shoot them an ask bc she's a big fan :)

geto + ao3:

+ lessons in love: DAD!GETO.................. im such a sucker for a good family dynamic in fics and this is adorable !! no curse au if i remember right! // 4k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ forever is in your eyes: angsty but ends in fluff :,) touches on his mental state, riko's death, all that! so sweet, i adore how this author writes him <;3 // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly w gojo-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces

+ dog days are over: a series!! by the same author who wrote ripverse which is how you know it's going to be brilliant !! marriage, parenthood, some nsfw moments // 30k words, 5 chapters, incomplete

+ curious cat: cat gojo and neighbor geto.. i love this one! it's so so cute and sweet, if you're looking for some light fluff this is definetely for you // 8k words, 5 chapters, complete

megumi + ao3:

+ complicit: college!au !! i remember reading this and loving it omg, the unique concept kept me hooked and interested, especially paired w the lovely writing! one of my fav series ive read. be warned, last chapter is nsfw // 18k words, 5 chapters, complete

+ a very special december 22nd: cute bday fic :,) forgive me for reccing all this author's megumi fics... theyre just too good !! i love the dynamics, all of it! // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ kisses and cough syrup: THE BANTER!! THE FLUFF!!!!! i love this fic sm, so cute! // 1k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ nocturnal: establishING relationship fics are one of my fav genres and this hits the nail on the head.. he's so stupid silly in this and i know you'll love it like i do // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ lover boy: 2nd year reader, annoying meddling gojo, placed at the beginning-ish where megumi gets beat tf up- what more could you ask for! // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ difficult to not overthink: todo strikes again! you ponder megumi's type // 1k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ ten confessions: megumi: ten dif confessions in dif tropes each time, so they can all be read as stand-alone pieces! so so cute and beautifully written.. we all know i love a good confession // 19k words, 7 chapters, incomplete

+ therefore, i am: reader gets mixed up in the world of sorcery.. megumi's there, too! // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ takes one to know one: flowershop au..... convulsing on the ground. my fav trope, ever, and so so cute oh my GOSH // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ i really (x6) like you: fluff!! this is the one i linked in my og ask but it deserves a place here too &lt;3 // 4k words, 1 chapter, complete

gojo satoru was born with six eyes — a special cursed technique that allowed for an extremely precise manipulation of cursed energy, down to an atomic level. it also blessed him with a beautiful pair of ocean blue eyes that were practically glowing. you’d never seen eyes so pretty.

the drawback to this gift? the skull-splitting migraines that came with the excessive information constantly being processed by his darting eyes.

as a child, the pain was manageable. gojo didn’t have much of a hold on the technique so his weaker state meant that the migraines were subdued as less information was being absorbed. however, as he grew older and more powerful, he would find himself bed ridden for at least twenty four hours if he did not take some sort of measure to protect his eyes.

his go to method was the sunglasses, almost 100% tinted — no other person would be able to clearly see out of them, if they could see anything at all. his sight, on the other hand, so impressive that he could distinguish people and the objects around them through the levels of cursed energy radiated.

still, accidents happened. whether it be him breaking his glasses, or forgetting them as young children do, he quickly learned the drawbacks to his technique. no normal medicine could relieve the pain and no sorcerer was strong enough to either.

gojo satoru met you at fifteen years old on his first day at tokyo jujutsu high. you wore a uniform similar to shoko's but your skirt was closer to the floor than it was to your thigh. your hair was longer than most female sorcerers and tied into a plait that hung against your back. in all honesty, you appeared quite plain to him. nothing particularly stood out. not even your cursed energy was particularly strong.

but you were gorgeous. completely and utterly gorgeous. his glasses slipped slightly down his nose as he analysed you from afar and it wasn't till a slap on the shoulder from geto that he snapped out of it.

within six months of knowing one another, the two of you were dating. you picked up on his habit to forgo his glasses around you pretty quickly and you definitely didn't miss the increasing amount of discomfort that would cause him.

"why do you do that?" you asked him one time.

the two of you were on a date in the park. a picnic blanket had been laid out and satoru had bought basically every single pastry and sweet at the bakery next to the park. you'd barely managed to make it through half till the both of you had given up and opted for cloud watching, giggling as he joked that one cloud in particularly looked very similar to nanami's 'emo' haircut.

satoru turned to his side to look at you questioningly, his head resting on his hand, "do what?"

"take off your glasses," you gestured to the folded pair of black glasses by his head. "i don't have to be a doctor to realise that you're in a lot of pain right now." the longer you lay there, the less satoru was actually looking up at the sky, instead just listening to you as you pointed out shapes and animals.

you knew the toll six eyes could take on his body.

he kept his eyes screwed shut when he wasn't looking at you to ease the the pain from the intense light that was too overpowering for his splitting headache. he winced when a kid screamed too loudly or ran too close and his fingers would push against the sides of his head frustratedly. as if he thought hard enough, the pain would just go away.

his lips tilted up into a lopsided grin, "but i see you."

you twisted so that your body was parallel to his. there was a faint blush on your cheeks now but you didn't look away from his eyes. how could you? "you always see me."

"not with those stupid glasses," satoru frowned, and you think it was the most serious you had seen him since you met. "seeing you and seeing your energy are two very different things."

"you're hurting yourself," you pointed out, placing one of your hands onto his cheek to gently stroke your thumb against his skin. his shoulders relaxed slightly and he leant into your touch like it was magic. like you were some drug that numbed the pain, replacing it with a special serotonin only you could give him.

"worth it." satoru kissed your palm.

that was his only response. worth it. and he stuck to it even a decade later.

"old habits die hard, i guess," satoru tried to laugh at his poorly made joke, but only a few shakey breaths came out. you'd been home thirty minutes and he'd already been sick twice. he'd curled himself up in your shared bed not long after the second time and that was where he was when you began scolding him for his carelessness.

"you are twenty eight," you rant exasperatedly, juxtaposing your voice that is no louder than a gentle whisper, "you have three first years to be looking after right now, but no, someone wanted to go out for dinner and someone didn't want to wear their glasses, and someone-"

satoru's much larger hand squeezed yours, "don't be cruel. i do this for you, my love." his blindfold was now on (you had made him put it on as soon as you had gotten home) but you know him well enough to know he was staring up at you with those lovesick eyes that made you weak at the knees.

"i just worry," your tone eased. you had no issue looking after your husband, you never had. it wasn't his fault that he got the migraines per se. yes, he could definitely be doing more to mitigate the severity, but he was stubborn. that had never changed. "i've seen you fight special grades. i hate seeing a stupid headache hurt you so much."

"lay with me."

"you're sweaty and sick." you scrunched up your nose, eyes flicking to the en suite you'd just cleaned and back to the cold flannel on his forehead as his body temperature fluctuated.

he shook his head, placing his index finger over his lips. "shhh, i'm passed that stage. pretty please? i need you."

gojo satoru was irresponsible at the best of times. he'd been raised to believe he was invincible and had been spoiled to always get what he had wanted. there was no telling him what to do when he'd already decided an hour ago exactly what he wanted to do.

but there was something about being needed by gojo satoru. you could never say no to him. so whether it be due to his own decision to stare into the eyes of his wife during a romantic night out, or an extensive fight against a cursed spirit, you would always be there to clean up and make sure he was wrapped up in bed all cosy.

and you would always lift up the covers and climb in once there was no more that you could do but simply act as a pillow for your husband as he tried to sleep off the throbbing pain.

um so my previous post on this topic blew up and i’m so so grateful so i thought i’d expand a little on this hc for anyone that was interested. rambled a bit towards the end but i hope you still like it!! love you lots xxx

♡ THE ONE AND ONLY CUPID - THE CHILDREN

MASTERLIST | THE ELDERLY

PAIRING: fushiguro megumi x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: itadori yuji is behind the account “the one and only cupid” where others in tokyo can anonymously ship two people they think should get together. what happens when you’re suddenly shipped with fushiguro megumi whom you’ve never talked to before and why do you all of a sudden have to see him in the school hallway every single day?

TAG LIST: @krissyoxox @kaitfae

Could i request prompt number 3 with Suguru? Probably in which she’s a sorcerer with a heavenly restriction, but Suguru starts hating her despite all they went through together?

Ur writing’s great btw!

Thank you love 🖤As you all want to get hurt by Suguru so badly, I made this one extra cruel and long (like literally, it made me cry) Hope you enjoy :)

Us against the world

Pairing: Geto Suguru x reader

Word Count: 4,1k

Synopsis: Suguru and you are inseperable, like ying and yang long before the both of you joined Jujutsu High. Despite you are technically a non-jujutsu sorcerer, you made your way up with him always by your side. Until something changed. Until it wasn't "us against the world" anymore.

Warnings: HURT, mentions of death, language, not proofread yet!

It wasn’t easy for you to see him like that. Suguru Geto is probably the best friend you could have asked for, a true sweetheart. You’ve been friends long before joining Jujutsu High. To be honest, he is the only reason for you being here. Other than Satoru, Shoko or basically everyone else, you aren’t able to produce any curse energy. To be exact, you aren’t even able to feel or see curses.

“I will join you!”

“Don’t be ridiculous (y/n). You aren’t even able to see curses.”

“Where there is a will, there is a way! I can’t let you go alone, Suguru. Life is way too boring without you in it.”

He smiled widely at you, shaking his head in disbelief. He always admired your stubbornness and courage, not afraid of anything in the world. Are you really going to get yourself into trouble because you don’t want to be without him?

“Remember? Us against the world”, you stretch out your pinky finger.

“Us against the world”, he confirms, finger intertwining with yours.

But still, you made your way through Jujutsu High, unstoppable until eventually, you got stopped. The incident with Toji Fushiguro and the decease of Riko Amanai really got to everyone involved, Satoru and especially Suguru fared the worst though. You can tell that he lost some weight and the dark circles under his eyes cause you great concern. He is your best friend, maybe even more than that. But still, you can’t seem to tease out of him what exactly he needs.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

You press yourself next to him on the bench and stick a coke in his face, which he accepts without saying a word.

“As usual I guess.”

“Huh.”

You rest your head against his shoulder, take in his fresh scent. Looks like he just got out of the shower, his hair still messy and a little wet. He puts his arm around you and stares at the ceiling, completely lost in thoughts.

“What’s on your mind, handsome?”

“Do you find it hard being a jujutsu sorcerer, (y/n)?”, he blurts out.

His sudden question catches you off guard. What does he mean, exactly?

“Well, I think I’m not getting paid enough but apart from that…I just love helping people out, I guess. I never thought about it too deeply if I’m being honest”, you mutter.

“To help people who cause curses in the first place”, he comments dryly.

“You mean non-jujutsu sorcerers?”

“Kind of”, he admits.

You lower your head, thoughts racing at his words while you begin to realize what he means. He finds it hard to help non-jujutsu sorcerers? Or does he even think that non-jujutsu sorcerers are the main problem?

“You know that I’m technically a non-jujutsu sorcerer myself, right? If it wasn’t for the lenses and weapons with cursed energy, I wouldn’t be here at Jujutsu High”, you carefully speak out, gaze fixed on his facial expression.

“Yeah, that’s kinda right actually…”, he murmurs more to himself than to you.

“I think it’s the job of the strongest to help the weakest, y’know?”

“Sounds like me, I think I’m gonna throw up”, he comments, a small smile on his face.

All the seriousness from before seems to be gone in the wind. You gift him with a breathtaking smirk, slightly bumping against his shoulder in a playful way. His words still linger through your mind, making you wonder why he even asked you in the first place. Is this what occupies his mind all the time? Maybe you just have to wait until he finally tells you what’s going on inside of him. But until that, you don’t want him to choke on his train of thoughts.

“Don’t think too much, it makes your hair fall out.”

Like you’re air and he can’t breathe he pulls you into his arms desperately, hugging you like never before. Of course you embrace him with open arms, fingers gently stroking his damp hair. God, it feels so incredibly good to be held by him, even though you just have to ask yourself where this sudden outburst of emotion comes from. Does it really matter though? Isn’t it much more important to give him what he needs now?

Gently, he cups your face and rests his forehead against yours. You close your eyes, let the magic sink in. Do you really see him only as a friend? In moments like these that make your knees go weak and your heart pound in your chest, you aren’t so sure about that.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, (y/n)”, he breathes against your lips.

You see nothing but stars, your heart aching in sentimentalism. It was rare for him to reveal his feelings like this to you. After all, your friendship is mostly nonsense, fun and freedom. Serious conversations just didn’t have to happen before.

“Oh Suguru”, is all you are able to get out of your mouth, arms wrapped around his neck.

And then his lips meet yours. Only for a brief moment, as if a gust of wind had brushed them. But still enough to make sparks fly around you and your heart thunder. It wasn’t the first time that he kissed you so tenderly, from time to time you shared a few intimate moment with each other.

But it was the last. ______________________________________________________________

“How could this happen?”, you cry out, head resting against the dead body of no other than Yu Haibara.

“You need to rest now, Nanami”, Suguru’s utters far away.  

Your knees meet the floor, whole body consumed by nothing but pain. He was such a good friend and comrade, it was supposed to be an easy mission. Fuck, he still had so damn much planned, wanted to travel the whole world, help people with his skills. Why? Why on earth did he have to die?

“Come on, (y/n). We should get going.”

You can feel his big hand on your shoulder, a gentle way to tell you that you have to let Yu go. You lift your trembling body off the floor, swaying back and forth in nothing but grief. Suguru wraps his arms around your waist. With one last glance at your beloved friend, you leave Yu to his final rest.

“I-I can’t believe it! He still got so much ahead of him! He didn’t deserve to die! Why do they have to kill us?”

Yu’s passing really got to Suguru, but your sight is absolutely killing him. The way your whole body trembles in grief, your tear-stained, redden cheeks and your choked words. How much he hates seeing you like that, your needless suffering because of curses. Or rather, because of non-jujutsu sorcerers.

No…He shakes his head in disbelief. He can’t allow himself these thoughts. You are a non-jujutsu sorcerer yourself. Hating them means hating you too and Suguru could never in a million years dislike anything about you.

“Just because of these fucking curses…I will exorcise them all. I will fucking kill everyone responsible for this”, you hiss through gritted teeth, face completely eaten up by your rage.

Suguru doesn’t say anything. Instead, he just sits by your side, gaze lingering over your features. Your anger is more than justified. But are the curses really the main problem? Maybe there is an even better solution to stop this madness definite.

“I’ll help you with that. It’s us against the world after all”

His pinky finger meets yours, fingers intertwining with each other. Suguru’s right. You will get through this together. ______________________________________________________________

“(y/n), why are you just standing there? Do something!”, Suguru screams over the constant rumbling around him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. You aren’t wearing your lenses, after all this was supposed to be a fun shopping trip. And to top it off, you have no weapon with cursed energy by hand. To be honest, you are completely fucked and useless.

“I can’t!”, you reply, eyes darting around the area in a despairing attempt to catch a glimpse of the curse Suguru detected earlier.

“Get out of the way then!”

You are completely overwhelmed, too stunned to speak or move. What the fuck are you supposed to do? And why the hell is Suguru screaming at you as if you’re an idiot?

 “(y/n)!”

He moves towards you at breakneck speed, grabs you by the waist and pulls you with him, explosions and rumbling following him on the heel. You have absolutely no idea from what or where he’s running. All you can do is stare into distance and hope that Suguru has everything under control.

After what feels like eternity, he stops in his tracks and lets go of your waist, walking away without saying another word.

“Uh, did you catch it?”, you question.

God, you feel so dumb and awkward and…hurt. The aggressive tone in Suguru’s voice was so unknown, he never spoke this rudely to you. After all, it wasn’t your fault that a simple shopping tour turned out this horribly.

“What does it look like, huh?”, he barks back.

Your heart skips a beat, the urge to burst into tears grows louder and louder. What the hell is going on? Why is he this angry with you? Did you do something wrong? Your hands curl into fists, eyebrows furrowing. No, you did absolutely nothing to deserve this irritation towards you, there is no need to cry.

“Watch how you talk to me, Geto”, you reply with firm voice, eyes darted on his back.

“We both almost died because of you!”, he hollers at you, voice suddenly so loud and treacherous that you flinch.

“I think I misheard, you’ve got to be kidding, right? Because of me!? Isn’t my fault that this stupid curse appeared in my leisure time!”, you shout back and straighten your body.

“You’re just no jujutsu-sorcerer and therefore no more than a burden!”

“So this is how you feel about me? That’s why you’re acting this way?”

You try so desperately to keep your voice firm, to not let him see the way his world smash your soul, but you simply can’t.

“I’m trying my hardest to not act how I feel!”, he cries in frustration.

His words hit you with full force and shatter your heart in an instant. Your fingers begin trembling, tears start to pool your eyes uncontrollably. Is this really how he feels about you? All this time he has been so supportive when it came to you being a jujutsu sorcerer. Suguru was the one who always lifted you up when you doubted yourself. Suguru was the one who trained with you the most. Suguru was the one who told you over and over how proud he was, that you always have to remind yourself of your abilities. And now? Suddenly you became a burden, an obstacle in his way.

You don’t say a word. Instead, you simply turn on your hell and walk away from him, back to Jujutsu High. Over and over you try to aggressively wipe away your falling tears. It’s so stupid to cry about his words. Maybe he’s been so stressed out that he wasn’t able to think straight anymore. Maybe everything is too much for him at the moment. Does it really matter though? Do all of these things justify that he hurt you like that?

Fuck, he never lashed out like that before, especially not in such a personal way. Your feet stomp against the ground, you are gasping for breath.

“(y/n)!”

No, you don’t want to see or hear him right now. This hurts way too fucking bad to just let it slide and fall back into his arms as if nothing ever happened.

“(y/n), stop!”

“Back off, Geto! I don’t want you near me!”, you yell over your shoulder, picking up your pace in an instant.

“Why are you here so early? And what’s up with that grumpy face (y/n)?”

You can’t stand Satoru’s teasing right now. Without even looking at him, you storm past his tall figure into the girl wings, right into your dorm.

“You’re just no jujutsu-sorcerer and therefore no more than a burden!”

Fuck. You throw the container of your lenses across the room, veins pumping in pure anger. This is just not fair. Does he really think he is somehow better than you because you aren’t able to see curses by yourself? Does this make you to a worse jujutsu-sorcerer? You look for support at the edge of the table, fingernails digging into the hard wood while you let your head hang.

What hurts you way more than Suguru denying your abilities is the way he looked at you. God, is eyes were filled with nothing but disgust and anger, a gaze he didn’t even throw at Toji back then. What did you do to deserve this? What changed his affection for you this severely?

“Come on, (y/n), I didn’t mean it like that.”

His voice echoes through the empty corridors as he gently knows on your door. Of course he followed you, he always does. But what else does he have to say?

“I don’t know how I could understand it any other way, Suguru.”

He opens the door, you are unable to move an inch, cheeks puffy and covered in tears. You’re never really that emotional, after all crying doesn’t solve any problems.

All the more it shocks Suguru to see you like this, eyes bloodshot, body trembling and your glistering gaze that is set on the window. He really didn’t mean it. It was never his intention to hurt you with his harsh words. But he just couldn’t hold it back, it felt like something inside him just snapped. In this moment, he saw nothing but the fact that you are a non-jujutsu-sorcerer, completely dependent on his help and assistance. Why did he suddenly get so angry with you? He never lashed out on you like that.

“I feel like I’m not the same anymore. I’ll admit it, a lot of shit got on me. I…don’t know how to explain it, though. It feels like I’m torn on the inside, all of this just doesn’t make any sense to me anymore”, he speaks out with low voice.

You let his words sink in. This is the first time he admitted that the incident with Toji changed and still affected him. You swallow your pride and look at him. His words had nothing to do with you personally. Right now it’s way more important that he finally opens up.

“What exactly doesn’t make sense?”

He seems to stare straight through your eyes with his glossy orbs. It’s at moments like this that make you realize how tired and worn out he actually looks.

“I feel like I’m fighting for the wrong people on the right side. There must be a way to end this madness, but not like now.”

“Suguru.”

You cross the room with quick steps and cup his face.

“Unfortunately there is no simple solution for complex problems. Maybe you need some time off and someone to talk to. The last few months were absolute shit, you must be totally worn out. Just remember I’m with you all the way, okay? Us against the world, y’know?”

You stick out your finger as usual.

“Yeah, whatever. I have to get going, been set on a mission this evening and still need to take a shower. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And with that, he turns around and walks away, your pinky finger hanging in the air. _____________________________________________________________

This can’t be true. The words that reach your ear are straight out of a nightmare, too cruel to be true. Suguru killed innocent people, including his parents?

“Don’t make me laugh man”, you breathe out.

But this isn’t a dumb joke or a nightmare that you can wake up to. Suguru Geto murdered his very own hometown completely – all of them non-jujutsu sorcerers. All you can do is sit on the stairs and stare into distance, pictures of his beaming grin and gorgeous face flooding your mind. Your body feels like falling apart, you can’t remember the last time you ate something or let alone slept an hour or two.

“As jujutsu-sorcerers, it is our job to protect the weaker.”

It’s like he’s a stranger, the shell of your longtime friend. At this point your whole body is numbed by pain, you’ve got no tears left to cry. The last few days without him are like trance, it seems like you’re just existing at this point. It hurts too much to think or let alone talk about. You miss him so much, your best friend that woke you up every morning, made you a cup of tea, beat your ass in multiple training sessions and handmade sushi for the both of you. What happened to that man you used to know?

You want nothing more than to see him, to hear his side of the story. Maybe there was a good reason behind all of it, maybe it was nothing more than an accident.

Then why did he flee?

He didn’t talk with you again on that fateful day when he called you a burden. No pinky promise, no usual hug, no small kiss. He just turned on his heel and walked out.

You should have sensed that something is wrong, he acted so strange that day. But you never expected a loving man like Suguru to turn into a mass murderer on the run.

The ringing of your phone makes you startle, trembling fingers take the call from none other than Satoru.

“He’s here, (y/n). I’ll send you the address. You talk to him.”

Hung up.

You jump up, feeling like you can’t breathe with your heart hammering against your ribcage. This is your chance to finally talk this out, to see your friend again, to get Suguru back.

It isn’t hard to find him, his long black hair sticking out of the crowd like no other. That’s it, the moment you’ve been waiting for since hearing the bloodcurdling news a week ago.

“Think you can just leave without telling me, Suguru?”, you shout above the noise of everyday life.

Your hands begin to tremble. What will happen? How did his conversation with Satoru go? What will he say to you? Your head starts spinning – out of hunger, lack of sleep or thoughts running up and down your head? You can’t tell.

He turns around, looking better than over the last year. Suguru wears his hair out of a bun, the dark circles under his eyes have disappeared completely, it’s like you swapped lives. The smile on his face seems so…pure and honest, making your heart sting in agony.

“(y/n), how you’re doing?”

You ball your hands into fists. He has some nerves, smiling at you as if nothing ever happened.

“Not that good ever since a little bird chirped me that you are a mass murder. What did happen to you, Suguru? What about your morals as a jujutsu-sorcerer?”

“Come on, don’t look at me with those eyes and come here instead.”

You stand still for a moment. After all the things he did, the countless non-jujutsu-sorcerers that lost their lives through his cruel hands, should you follow his invitation?

Your feet start to move on their own. Towards the man you called a friend for so many years, towards the man that held you in his arms until you fell asleep, towards the man that is part of all your memories.

Towards the man you love.

“I just can’t believe it. This didn’t sound like you at all. I’ve known you for so many years. This…This just doesn’t make any sense, Suguru”, you breathe out, gaze desperately searching for a spark of affection in his eyes.

“Oh (y/n), I can imagine that this was very unexpected for you.”

And then he wraps his arms around you, just like he always did. Your heart sinks into your chest, dumb tears start to pool your eyes again. When you heard the news, you were sure that you’ll never be able to hold him again, that your life with him by your side was over forever. Standing with him on this busy street, his arms wrapped around your frame makes your whole body tremble in nothing but relief. You melt into his arms, head resting against his chest. He smells like usual, even though he doesn’t wear his uniform anymore.

“I thought I lost our friendship together…To see you here again, knowing that you still care is just…everything to me”, you reveal, throat burning from all the tears you try to hold back.

Finally everything will be okay. You will return to Jujutsu High with him by your side, you will avert the death sentence that awaits him, he will start therapy to work through his feelings. Yeah, everything is going to be okay as long as Suguru is there.

Us against the world.

“You think I care about you? Cute.”

His words snap you out of your dreaming in an instant, his grip around your body tightens to a point where you feel like your ribcage is going to crack under his force, glossy eyes widen in horror.

“In my world, you are nothing more than a monkey that isn’t even able to see curses. There is no place for you in my life. Mark my words, the next time we meet I’ll kill you without blinking, (y/n).”

He lets go of you, your body instantly sinking to the floor. No, this can’t happen. Did he just call you a monkey? He threatened to kill you. Suguru Geto, your friend of a lifetime, said he will murder you when he sees you again. How is this possible? Your hands cramp into the warm tarmac under you, it feels like he shoved a knife directly into your heart. Does he really…hate you?

“What has become of you? I know you loved me the way I did”, you hiss through gritted teeth, every breath throbbing in your chest.

“And for that I’m deeply ashamed. I recognized it now, though. It isn’t the curses, but the non-jujutsu-sorcerers that are the core of the problem. How could I still like you knowing that, huh? You are a part of the problem after all.”

“You’re a fucking asshole if you think that killing innocent people only because they aren’t jujutsu sorcerers can be justified! You won’t get away with this!”

Despite the pain that echoes through your whole body, you lift yourself off the ground and look him dead in the eye.

“Who’s gonna stop me? You? I could attack you right here and you wouldn’t even be able to notice. Pathetic, weak, useless”, he spits into your face, his gaze holding nothing but untainted revulsion.

“There is no us against the world anymore, you get that?”, his hand grabs your chin roughly before you are able to stop him.

“I fucking hate you, (y/n). You and all the other monkeys on this planet. From now on, you are nothing but a little that insect I trample on. Go on, keep fooling yourself and pretend your actions and your life mean something. You will never be more than a hypocrite. And now get off my sight and remember my words.”

He pushes you away, your back hitting the cold wall just in time before you stumble to the ground. You can’t speak or even breathe anymore, his words repeating themselves over and over in your head as you watch his figure getting lost in the crowd. Silent tears stain your face, your heart feels like it’s going to stop beating at any moment.

Your Suguru, your best friend, your lover.

He hates you. A look in his eyes was enough to be certain of the fact that he holds no affection for you anymore.

“Us against the world”, he said, stretching out his pinky.

“Us against the world.”

“Us against the world”, you mutter to yourself, face scrunching up when a new wave of pain hits you.

You thought you’d grow old with him. Fuck, you even thought you might marry that man someday. All of that, gone in the wind.

That Suguru you knew just a few weeks ago is dead. And a part of you just died with him.