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goddess satoru gojo aesthetic

synopsis: in the ethereal world of dance, the white swan glides with grace, her every movement a poem of longing. the human prince, a star on the court, finds solace in her delicate steps, a symphony amidst the chaos of his world. their love blossoms, a forbidden dance between two realms, but as the final act approaches, will their love defy the constraints of their reality, or will they be forever trapped in the melancholy of what could have been?

╰┈➤ pairing: basketball player gojo satoru x fem!ballerina reader

[author's notes: this is me advertising my own story btw! credits to @ weian vann for the fantastic gojo cosplay i used for the profile picture^•^]

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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡GODDESS [ bad habits ]

synopsis: in the ethereal world of dance, the white swan glides with grace, her every movement a poem of longing. the human prince, a star on the court, finds solace in her delicate steps, a symphony amidst the chaos of his world. their love blossoms, a forbidden dance between two realms, but as the final act approaches, will their love defy the constraints of their reality, or will they be forever trapped in the melancholy of what could have been?

╰┈➤ pairing: basketball player gojo satoru x fem!ballerina reader

⋆·˚*genre: strangers to friends to more, college au, complicated situationship

˚ ༘⋆warnings: nsfw, suggestive, smoking, self-destructive, mentions of bleeding, fluff, angst, mentions of drowning

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･updates: every other day

word count: 8,958

chapter - iii.

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🎼chapter: iii. ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

each inhale pulls the air like tides, drowning in the depths of existence, struggling to resurface with each exhale

that's what you're currently feeling right now, currently in your tights and leotards you felt cold, freezing even

as the sun dipped down below the horizon it casted a warm, golden glow in the school’s studio windows - it was a complete opposite contrast to how you were currently feeling

your lungs felt like they were being filled with deep ocean water, tormenting you against the warm and soft glow of the sun’s fading light

you kept stretching your body’s limits, feeling as if you weren't precise enough, you weren't elegant enough, you weren't doing it right - your body screamed as the aches started to kick in and you couldn't help but relieve in it

the aches served you the reaction you needed out of your body that you're doing just right, that you're already passed your limits

but no matter how much the aches in your body scream and protest you felt as if it was just never enough, you felt yourself drowning in the ocean of perfection you made yourself - with tears, blood, and sweat you spent so much time to make a single tide of your waves

then it happened, your moves were frantic you could feel your body reaching the climax it restricted you to - and you stopped

you could feel it, you could feel your entire body shaking and giving up on the goals and desires you so badly want to accomplish - it didn't help that you stayed later than everyone and it certainly didn't help how you feel like that extra time in was completely useless

you didn't know how you gotten this obsession of trying to perfect every move of your body, or the obsession of trying to be the best in the room when clearly you weren't

sighing at this, you started walking towards your bag before sitting down right beside it and untying your shoes off - you stared at your feet a couple of seconds before the feeling of pity started to kick in

you had a few bandaids attached to your feet because of accidentally falling or scraping them during practice, even though they can't be helped - you started to pack your things up before walking out of the campus

as you started to walk towards your dorm, you pulled out a cigarette out of your bag before frantically looking for your lighter which you clearly didn't have right now

you sighed the need to stabilize your breathing was making you shake, disappointment filling up your bones you continued to hold onto your cigarette before getting cut off by a voice

“need a light?” you turned around and saw Suguru not in his uniforms anymore, you faced your body towards him before gesturing a smile

“yea actually, got one?” you asked in which Suguru took out his lighter out of his bag before handing it to you, thanking him and covering your cigarette - you lit it up before giving it back

“i didn't know you smoked y/n, is it ‘cause of Shoko?” Suguru said as you took a long inhale, before puffing out the smoke away from him

“not exactly right, she did introduce smoking to me but it was ‘cause i asked her about it in the first place” you said smiling, before taking another inhale again finally feeling grounded after that incident earlier

“you should quit you know, they're bad for you and they might mess up your ballet stuff”

“you'd be surprised how many in our studio smoke, i could probably name the last few who doesn't” you said waving away the smoke, Suguru chuckled at this before gesturing towards a car behind him

“i’m actually heading towards our dorm, want a ride?” he asked, you shook your head no before replying

“thanks but my dorm’s quite near here, you be safe though” you said as you waved him bye and started walking towards your dorm

“you know, I overheard our teacher earlier mentioning a solo piece that would be performed in 3 months - maybe they'll set up audition posters today!” you were currently with shoko in your campus’ studio, you both were resting up for the next set of dance pieces you guys have to practice for

you turned to look at her intrigued in what she was gossiping with you about, before replying “wait really? maybe when we're done they'll tell us”

“exactly, the new piece will probably give you a lot of exposure since it'll be a solo” Shoko exclaimed, clearly showing you optimism that you should definitely audition for that role, you widen your eyes before gesturing a smiling towards her

“I don't know if I'll be able to actually get it though, but I will definitely try!” Shoko beamed at this before nodding at you - you were excited, even ecstatic, but then a dark cloud began to overshadow your thoughts

if i fail to grasp this, can i still recover from this disappointment? how will i be able to regain my composure and move on?

tides and waves, powerful and relentless, began to pull you under, threatening to drown you - you were struggling to breath, your body trembled, consumed by one singular thought

‘i need a smoke’

standing outside the campus building, leaning against a wall amidst turmoil and thoughts, you feel calm and peace

the feeling of drowning is long gone once you fill your lungs with another type of waves and air, your mind and body finally one again

you don't see a single dark tide clouding your eyes, no aches haunting you from the aftermath of your doings, no feet hurting from constantly being on your tippy toes

you take one long inhale before exhaling a shaky breath of smoke, feeling your eyes start to see the world a lot more clearly

in the simple act of smoking, you find a brief escape from the chaos around you. The inhale, the exhale—the smoke's rhythm mirrors your own emotions, offering a short break from the turmoil within

amidst the quiet interlude, you allow yourself to simply exist, to be present in your body and in the moment.

it happened again, the wooden boards under your feet felt unfamiliar - your body felt stiff as a board and the aches in your body worsen overtime

you had bad days of course, everyone has, but why was this day so different from the rest? why were you currently looking at your bleeding feet and broken nails? the sight gave you a bitter taste every time you swallow, it felt like your own body was punishing you for all of these

for suddenly tripping over your spin, suddenly slipping during your leap, and not stretching or bending your body enough - it was just not your day at all

you sighed for the nth time this day, you were currently outside the campus building - sitting in a picnic table behind a big oak tree, smoke littered around the air and you felt your shoulder tenser than usual

you wanted to take another smoke break after a painful practice, but you suddenly felt all too aware of the pain in your feet and was shocked to see your feet bleeding

quickly disposing the cigarette, you started to rummage your bag looking for your bandage you always held onto - you've never had a serious injury before hence why the bandage was never opened until now

you didn't have any first aid kit equipment with you, so you decided it would be best to hide the injury from the open air and from getting any more damage than as it is

“why does it smell like smoke back here?” you almost jumped out of your seat, turning to look at the source that frighted you

“Gojo?” you titled an eyebrow at him, he was wearing what you would guess the extra pants and shirt he brought for after practices, sweatpants and a shirt that was showing his collarbones too much - on his arm was his bag that wasn't even properly zipped closed

“hey, i was on my way to see Shoko and stumbled upon you here! but man does seniors really use this hidden area as their smoke corner - the smell is burning my nose” Satoru said covering his nose with his other unoccupied hand, before rolling his eyes

“anyways, what are you doing here?” he added, approaching you before sitting down besides you in a respectable distance away

you turned back to your injured leg before facing him again “trying to bandage up my leg, also i was actually the one smoking my bad” you replied, tying together the last strands of the bandage

“you smoke?” was all he asked before wearing your shoes back on, you nodded at him before throwing your head back staring at the tree covering you from the sun’s light

“yea, actually i do… you gotta do something with the remaining adrenaline somehow” closing your eyes as you felt the smooth breeze brush pass you so tenderly, it almost felt like you were high

“you sound like a drug addict worn-out artist” Satoru stated, making you turn to him before chuckling at the annoyed face he was making

“i’m offended but that made me laugh, so you're forgiven” you cooed at him gesturing a smile, although his expression didn't change it made him look somewhat funnier

“making you offended was my only intentions, seriously I can't even stand the smell” he said waving his hand around trying to swat away the remainings of the smoke,

“why not do something more bearable like eating candies or drinking some energy drink?” he added, you shook your head indicating ‘no’ before replying

“smoking’s the only thing that has been working so far for me, but i only do it when practice’s been hell” Satoru nodded at this before placing placing his hand under his chin, displaying a thinking look

“like when your feet’s all bandaged up and shit?” he asked, you nodded at him before noticing his lips forming a pout

“did you at least treat it properly? it’s starting to bleed through it you know” you widen your eyes at this before looking down and noticing he was right, you didn't even noticed it

“i was planning to treat them once i got home, I don't have anything to take care of it right now” Satoru rolled his eyes before searching through his bag, and pulling out a betadine ointment and some cotton balls - shocked at this you looked at Satoru before asking

“why do you have these?” he scowled at you before placing you feet on top of his lap, making you face him

“athletes tend to get wounds and scars, hence why i bring these - i normally don't get them but Suguru always does” he replied, before untying your bandage off - once he saw the sight he grimaced and hissed through his teeth displaying a hurt expression

“you got beat up real bad, and you were waiting to get home to fix this?” he turned to look at you annoyed, you smiled at him in return before nodding

“the nurse’s office was a building away, my dorm’s a lot more close” you commented trying to brighten up Satoru but, unfortunately failing

silence started to engulf you both, as Satoru was directing all his focus on your open wounds and broken nails trying to be gentle as possible

“next time, when you get hurt try to at least ask someone to help, better yet - ask me” Satoru stared at you, he looked serious yet so gentle at the same time that you didn't know you replied unconsciously, as if agreeing to Satoru Gojo was second nature to you - so easy as if it was breathing

“i will, thank you Gojo”

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[author’s notes: yay new chapter^•^ also i haven't proofread this I'm sorry]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡GODDESS [ bad habits ]

synopsis: in the ethereal world of dance, the white swan glides with grace, her every movement a poem of longing. the human prince, a star on the court, finds solace in her delicate steps, a symphony amidst the chaos of his world. their love blossoms, a forbidden dance between two realms, but as the final act approaches, will their love defy the constraints of their reality, or will they be forever trapped in the melancholy of what could have been?

╰┈➤ pairing: basketball player gojo satoru x fem!ballerina reader

⋆·˚*genre: strangers to friends to more, college au, complicated situationship

˚ ༘⋆warnings: nsfw, suggestive, contains smut, sexual, excessive smoking details, getting high, self-destructive, mentions of bleeding, scars, fluff, angst, mentions of drowning, commitment issues

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･updates: ON HIATUS

chapter - iii.

↺go back ⊜ playlist next ≫

🎼chapter: iii. ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

each inhale pulls the air like tides, drowning in the depths of existence, struggling to resurface with each exhale

that's what you're currently feeling right now, currently in your tights and leotards you felt cold, freezing even

as the sun dipped down below the horizon it casted a warm, golden glow in the school’s studio windows - it was a complete opposite contrast to how you were currently feeling

your lungs felt like they were being filled with deep ocean water, tormenting you against the warm and soft glow of the sun’s fading light

you kept stretching your body’s limits, feeling as if you weren't precise enough, you weren't elegant enough, you weren't doing it right - your body screamed as the aches started to kick in and you couldn't help but relieve in it

the aches served you the reaction you needed out of your body that you're doing just right, that you're already passed your limits

but no matter how much the aches in your body scream and protest you felt as if it was just never enough, you felt yourself drowning in the ocean of perfection you made yourself - with tears, blood, and sweat you spent so much time to make a single tide of your waves

then it happened, your moves were frantic you could feel your body reaching the climax it restricted you to - and you stopped

you could feel it, you could feel your entire body shaking and giving up on the goals and desires you so badly want to accomplish - it didn't help that you stayed later than everyone and it certainly didn't help how you feel like that extra time in was completely useless

you didn't know how you gotten this obsession of trying to perfect every move of your body, or the obsession of trying to be the best in the room when clearly you weren't

sighing at this, you started walking towards your bag before sitting down right beside it and untying your shoes off - you stared at your feet a couple of seconds before the feeling of pity started to kick in

you had a few bandaids attached to your feet because of accidentally falling or scraping them during practice, even though they can't be helped - you started to pack your things up before walking out of the campus

as you started to walk towards your dorm, you pulled out a cigarette out of your bag before frantically looking for your lighter which you clearly didn't have right now

you sighed the need to stabilize your breathing was making you shake, disappointment filling up your bones you continued to hold onto your cigarette before getting cut off by a voice

“need a light?” you turned around and saw Suguru not in his uniforms anymore, you faced your body towards him before gesturing a smile

“yea actually, got one?” you asked in which Suguru took out his lighter out of his bag before handing it to you, thanking him and covering your cigarette - you lit it up before giving it back

“i didn't know you smoked y/n, is it ‘cause of Shoko?” Suguru said as you took a long inhale, before puffing out the smoke away from him

“not exactly right, she did introduce smoking to me but it was ‘cause i asked her about it in the first place” you said smiling, before taking another inhale again finally feeling grounded after that incident earlier

“you should quit you know, they're bad for you and they might mess up your ballet stuff”

“you'd be surprised how many in our studio smoke, i could probably name the last few who doesn't” you said waving away the smoke, Suguru chuckled at this before gesturing towards a car behind him

“i’m actually heading towards our dorm, want a ride?” he asked, you shook your head no before replying

“thanks but my dorm’s quite near here, you be safe though” you said as you waved him bye and started walking towards your dorm

“you know, I overheard our teacher earlier mentioning about solo piece - maybe they'll set up audition posters today!” you were currently with shoko in your campus’ studio, you both were resting up for the next set of dance pieces you guys have to practice for

you turned to look at her intrigued in what she was gossiping with you about, before replying “wait really? maybe when we're done they'll tell us”

“exactly, the new piece will probably give you a lot of exposure since it'll be a solo” Shoko exclaimed, clearly showing you optimism that you should definitely audition for that role, you widen your eyes before gesturing a smiling towards her

“I don't know if I'll be able to actually get it though, but I will definitely try!” Shoko beamed at this before nodding at you - you were excited, even ecstatic, but then a dark cloud began to overshadow your thoughts

if i fail to grasp this, can i still recover from this disappointment? how will i be able to regain my composure and move on?

tides and waves, powerful and relentless, began to pull you under, threatening to drown you - you were struggling to breath, your body trembled, consumed by one singular thought

‘i need a smoke’

standing outside the campus building, leaning against a wall amidst turmoil and thoughts, you feel calm and peace

the feeling of drowning is long gone once you fill your lungs with another type of waves and air, your mind and body finally one again

you don't see a single dark tide clouding your eyes, no aches haunting you from the aftermath of your doings, no feet hurting from constantly being on your tippy toes

you take one long inhale before exhaling a shaky breath of smoke, feeling your eyes start to see the world a lot more clearly

in the simple act of smoking, you find a brief escape from the chaos around you. The inhale, the exhale—the smoke's rhythm mirrors your own emotions, offering a short break from the turmoil within

amidst the quiet interlude, you allow yourself to simply exist, to be present in your body and in the moment.

it happened again, the wooden boards under your feet felt unfamiliar - your body felt stiff as a board and the aches in your body worsen overtime

you had bad days of course, everyone has, but why was this day so different from the rest? why were you currently looking at your bleeding feet and broken nails? the sight gave you a bitter taste every time you swallow, it felt like your own body was punishing you for all of these

for suddenly tripping over your spin, suddenly slipping during your leap, and not stretching or bending your body enough - it was just not your day at all

you sighed for the nth time this day, you were currently outside the campus building - sitting in a picnic table behind a big oak tree, smoke littered around the air and you felt your shoulder tenser than usual

you wanted to take another smoke break after a painful practice, but you suddenly felt all too aware of the pain in your feet and was shocked to see your feet bleeding

quickly disposing the cigarette, you started to rummage your bag looking for your bandage you always held onto - you've never had a serious injury before hence why the bandage was never opened until now

you didn't have any first aid kit equipment with you, so you decided it would be best to hide the injury from the open air and from getting any more damage than as it is

“why does it smell like smoke back here?” you almost jumped out of your seat, turning to look at the source that frighted you

“Gojo?” you titled an eyebrow at him, he was wearing what you would guess the extra pants and shirt he brought for after practices, sweatpants and a shirt that was showing his collarbones too much - on his arm was his bag that wasn't even properly zipped closed

“hey, i was on my way to see Shoko and stumbled upon you here! but man does seniors really use this hidden area as their smoke corner - the smell is burning my nose” Satoru said covering his nose with his other unoccupied hand, before rolling his eyes

“anyways, what are you doing here?” he added, approaching you before sitting down besides you in a respectable distance away

you turned back to your injured leg before facing him again “trying to bandage up my leg, also i was actually the one smoking my bad” you replied, tying together the last strands of the bandage

“you smoke?” was all he asked before wearing your shoes back on, you nodded at him before throwing your head back staring at the tree covering you from the sun’s light

“yea, actually i do… you gotta do something with the remaining adrenaline somehow” closing your eyes as you felt the smooth breeze brush pass you so tenderly, it almost felt like you were high

“you sound like a drug addict worn-out artist” Satoru stated, making you turn to him before chuckling at the annoyed face he was making

“i’m offended but that made me laugh, so you're forgiven” you cooed at him gesturing a smile, although his expression didn't change it made him look somewhat funnier

“making you offended was my only intentions, seriously I can't even stand the smell” he said waving his hand around trying to swat away the remainings of the smoke,

“why not do something more bearable like eating candies or drinking some energy drink?” he added, you shook your head indicating ‘no’ before replying

“smoking’s the only thing that has been working so far for me, but i only do it when practice’s been hell” Satoru nodded at this before placing placing his hand under his chin, displaying a thinking look

“like when your feet’s all bandaged up and shit?” he asked, you nodded at him before noticing his lips forming a pout

“did you at least treat it properly? it’s starting to bleed through it you know” you widen your eyes at this before looking down and noticing he was right, you didn't even noticed it

“i was planning to treat them once i got home, I don't have anything to take care of it right now” Satoru rolled his eyes before searching through his bag, and pulling out a betadine ointment and some cotton balls - shocked at this you looked at Satoru before asking

“why do you have these?” he scowled at you before placing you feet on top of his lap, making you face him

“athletes tend to get wounds and scars, hence why i bring these - i normally don't get them but Suguru always does” he replied, before untying your bandage off - once he saw the sight he grimaced and hissed through his teeth displaying a hurt expression

“you got beat up real bad, and you were waiting to get home to fix this?” he turned to look at you annoyed, you smiled at him in return before nodding

“the nurse’s office was a building away, my dorm’s a lot more close” you commented trying to brighten up Satoru but, unfortunately failing

silence started to engulf you both, as Satoru was directing all his focus on your open wounds and broken nails trying to be gentle as possible

“next time, when you get hurt try to at least ask someone to help, better yet - ask me” Satoru stared at you, he looked serious yet so gentle at the same time that you didn't know you replied unconsciously, as if agreeing to Satoru Gojo was second nature to you - so easy as if it was breathing

“i will, thank you Gojo”

➥taglist:[OPEN] @sadmonke @purpleguk @kazoomasoo @ritsatoru @lzaj19 @bol0-de-morang0 @aechmea01 @pearlstiare @blognicole @reagan707 @cybrnaya @anthastudios @kareabtu @c0smouche @orphicarchive @misslovingpearl @a1hina @coloredsolos @fandomtrash5092 @bubera974 @gojonegs @kookap

➥names in bold cannot be tagged!

[author’s notes: yay new chapter^•^ also i haven't proofread this I'm sorry]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡GODDESS [ arcade ]

synopsis: in the ethereal world of dance, the white swan glides with grace, her every movement a poem of longing. the human prince, a star on the court, finds solace in her delicate steps, a symphony amidst the chaos of his world. their love blossoms, a forbidden dance between two realms, but as the final act approaches, will their love defy the constraints of their reality, or will they be forever trapped in the melancholy of what could have been?

╰┈➤ pairing: basketball player gojo satoru x fem!ballerina reader

⋆·˚*genre: strangers to friends to more, college au, complicated situationship

˚ ༘⋆warnings: nsfw, suggestive, contains smut, sexual, excessive smoking details, getting high, self-destructive, mentions of bleeding, scars, fluff, angst, mentions of drowning, commitment issues

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･updates: ON HIATUS

chapter - ii.

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🎼chapter: i. ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

1 week later

“y/n~ just this once, please hang out with me will you?” you were currently kneeling down on the floor packing up your stuff from the dance studio to head home, when Shoko appeared in front of you pleadingly asking you to go to a new arcade store that opened nearby campus

“Shoko I would but, i still have a lot of scaffolds to work on” you said smiling sympathetically towards her, she pouted before sitting down in front of you

“you always say no anyways, just this once please? i really wanna check it out with you” she said staring at you with her puppy doe eyes, making you smile at her before taking a deep breathe

“i only say no, ‘cause you invite me whenever i have so much to do” you said zipping up your bag, before standing up and holding out your hand towards her

she grabbed your hand standing up as well, before flinging her bag over her shoulder and replying “and when do you never have something to do huh, you wound me you know” making you chuckle

“should i just memorize your life schedule so i’d know when's the best time to invite you out?” she asked before you both started walking towards the door, you smiled “alright, just this once then”

her eyes beamed about to hug you but you both were startled when the door was aggressively opened wide, making you both turn to the source

you were met with those bright blue eyes and white hair yet again, but this time he was accompanied by a guy with a man-bun trailing behind him

“oh, Shoko just the person we're looking for” he said, a wide grin plastered on his features as he started to approach you both

“Satoru, Suguru, what do you two want this time huh?” Shoko replied, placing both of her hands on her hips showing the two an annoyed expression at their unannounced visit

“we have a practice match later with a neighborhood school and we wanted to ask you if you wanted to come - in person by the way, so you wouldn't have any choice but to oblige” his grin impossibly got even wider as the black haired man stood beside him, smiling sweetly at Shoko

“it's against that one dickhead’s school too, so we thought you might want to see his stupid face getting beaten” Suguru added, making Shoko grin

“well that does sound tempting but, too bad me and my new friend have plans so maybe next time~” she said holding onto your elbows as she interlocked them, you turned to her before facing the two men again noticing Gojo’s widen eyes

“oh - y/n nice to see you here, you're actually friends with Shoko?” Satoru said, facing you as he waves his hand at you making both Shoko and the black haired gentleman send him a confused look

“hi Gojo, right we have computer class together I met him a week ago” you said facing Shoko, explaining to her why you knew of her other best friend, this made Shoko nod her head at you before mouthing the words ‘oh’

“mhm, that's right man - i didn't know you were friends with Shoko as well” he said, making you send him a toothless smile before noticing a lightbulb on top of his head

“how ‘bout you both watch our practice match then, it'll be quick really we'll only join the first quarter and you two can leave right after!” he said, placing his clenched right fist on top of his other hand's palm

Shoko faced you making you follow her “If you don't want to watch y/n we won't, but if you’d like then we can always go to that new arcade afterwards” she smiled at you before holding both of your hands, you turned to look at the two men holding their hands out in a pleading manner

“i guess i would like that, sure” you said returning your attention back to Shoko, you noticed the two was ecstatic and shared smug faces between each other

“alright then, you both can watch from the bleachers so you can avoid any flying balls” Suguru said, holding onto Satoru’s shoulder capturing your attention and facing him

“by the way, I'm Suguru Geto - please call me Suguru if you will” he said, smiling sweetly at you making you return the gesture mindlessly “alright, Suguru… you can call me y/n as well”

you and Shoko were currently going up the stairs towards the bleachers area as instructed by Gojo earlier, also this way you can see the game better in this angle - you’ve never watched a game this close in person before you usually were in the top bleachers or in plain tvs even

so to experience watching it this close made you quite excited, you don't really understood much about basketball considering how you've never played before but at the very least you do understand the point system

“you look quite excited this is a first for me, usually you only look like this when our ballet instructor tells us we'll be performing a new piece” Shoko said, sitting down on the very corner of the bleachers near the stairs - you sat right beside her before blinking a couple of times and turning back to the court “i guess it really is exciting to watch a game this close, don't you?”

you saw a hint of white hair jogging around the court approaching your school’s team, making you revert your attention towards them

currently Gojo was huddling along with his fellow teammates, as their coach were giving them reminders of their gameplay - Satoru who was barely paying attention let his eyes wander around the school gym before landing on you two

he waved grinning at you both, before Shoko returned the gesture with her hand waving back making the guy send you guys one last smile before being elbowed by Suguru and getting angry glances from their coach

as the call whistle blew, Satoru and Suguru approached the center of the court - Suguru right in front with the referee holding the ball facing off the opposing team, while Satoru is right behind him with a smug grin before placing his hand on his knee running his other hand through his hair

a few seconds of silence surrounded the court, before bustling whistle blew once again but this time signaling the players to start with the game as the referee tosses the ball up in the air making Suguru jump and tap the ball back giving Satoru possession

as the game began, Satoru effortlessly dribbled the ball down the court, weaving through defenders with grace - his opponents, who are well aware of his reputation, tried to keep their guard up against him

with a swift spin, he evaded a defender and made a pass to his teammate with the jersey number ‘9’ on his back who was avoiding the defenders of the opposing team before tossing the ball towards another player who was in the 2 point line

the player had the number ‘14’ on his back - he took the shot and successfully made the point against the other team

“you know, as much as I like to make fun of Satoru and Suguru they both are very valuable to their team - they're only second years but being able to be in the starting line is quite impressive” Shoko said as you turned to look at her, she was leaning against her chair with her hands in his pant’s pocket

“well of course they aren't the only second years in the starting line, but they're the only two who are in the front-lines in the beginning of the game” she said facing you, as you nod along her words and turning back to the game in front

“have they been playing basketball for a long time?” you asked, as Satoru had possession of the ball again dribbling it against the court before making a jump shot successfully giving their team another 2 points,

"well, they have been playing since freshman year of high school - that's when i met the two, so yeah, they have been playing a long time," she replied, causing you to form an 'oh' shape with your mouth

their team was currently trying to block off the opposing team’s players, who had managed to score a 3 point for their team before Suguru took the ball and started dribbling towards the other side of the court

Satoru, with his back turned to Suguru, positioned himself at the 3-point line, executing a fake-out to confuse the other player marking him, the player seeing through this spun around Satoru moving to block Suguru instead

Sensing the opening, Suguru swiftly passed the ball to Nanami, who dribbled it back to Satoru - with the ball back in his hands, Satoru wasted no time and took the shot, sinking a 3-pointer for their team

home: 42, visitor: 36

you took notice of how nice it was to see other people so focused in their element - you wondered how you looked when you're performing and thought if you looked as passionate as they are right now

which brought you to look at Satoru, he looked so focus yet so carefree at the same time - he never failed to express a smug or a annoyed look whenever the other players managed to block him off or stealing the ball off him, in fact it made you realize how effortlessly handsome he was

you weren't blind and you aren't denying it either, the white haired man was indeed easy in the eyes no one could argue with that - it was probably his own charm that made other people not tear their eyes away from him

you then heard the whistle blew again, seeing the timer the first quarter was officially done making the players return back to their respective benches resting as much as they can and wiping off sweat from their bodies

you heard Shoko stand up and started to gather her things making you do the same, “will you wait for me downstairs y/n, I'll be quick i’ll only inform the two idiots we'll be leaving is that alright?” Shoko asked you, motioning back towards Satoru and Suguru - you smiled and nodded “okay then, tell them my goodbyes too please”

as you waited outside the school gym after Shoko went inside, you stood next to a vending machine leaning against it - when you were suddenly startled by someone standing in front of the machine

you leaned away as you tried to walk towards the gym doors when a voice reached out “you were up in the bleachers earlier right?” you turned back to see a guy with green hair and was wearing the opposing team’s jersey with the number ‘11’

“oh, yea i was” you said raising your brow confusion plastered on your face, as the man bent down to take the drink out from the machine

“so, you go to school here?” he said turning to face you with smirk in his face, making you revert your eyes somewhere else

“yea, i guess i wouldn't be here if i didn't?” You replied, making the man chuckle, and leaned against the vending machine - not long after, you heard footsteps approaching from behind making you turn your head around and seeing Shoko with a displeased expression

“hey Shoko, how’ve you been?” Shoko approaches you holding onto your elbow, “still enjoy playing with balls huh zenin?”

“well aren't you as delightful as ever” the guy replied before walking away from the machine and towards the gym’s doors,

“just wanted to say hi that's all, anyways i'm guessing this is my cue to leave bye~” he said turning his face towards you both and smirking before walking back inside,

“geez, that guy needs a total reality check - oh right come on y/n let's get going as well!” Shoko smiled at you, making you return the gesture before you both started to walk towards the exit

“oh, you mean that guy from earlier? he has this beef against Satoru and at first I didn't hold any grudge against the guy ‘cause well - it's Satoru, but man for the first time I actually understood why Satoru hated that guy” Shoko said trying to shoot as many zombies as she can beside you, the curiosity was eating you up ever since you left the school earlier

“Really, why so?” you asked as you watched Shoko play, holding onto the gun with both of her hands the screen displayed the words next round

“he's misogynistic as hell, and not to mention he keeps sleeping with different women in spite of his ridiculously ugly looks AND personality” she said as she placed the fake gun down on the machine’s table, she then turned towards you

“what’d he say by the way, did he insult you or pester you with anything?” she asked displaying a angry look with her furrowed brows, and pouting lips

“he asked if i was watching the game earlier, and then proceed to ask if i go to our school” you said, sighing making Shoko giggle and raise the toy gun up pointing towards the screen

“he's an idiot isn't he, why would you be there in the first place if you didn't go to our school” she said shooting the zombies on the screen, you let out a giggle as well before agreeing with her

as you continued to wander around the arcade, your attention was suddenly drawn to a familiar sight: a flash of white hair - turning, you found yourself once again face-to-face with Satoru Gojo, standing on the other side of the store's glass window

his bright blue eyes locked onto yours, and a playful grin spread across his face as he waved his hand in greeting as he motioned for Suguru to join him, and together, they approached you

“hey y/n, wanna watch me beat Suguru’s ass out of that punching machine?” Satoru pointed towards the said machine, making Suguru roll his eyes

“you wish, anyways y/n where's Shoko?” Suguru asked, as he took noticed how you were wandering around alone you turned to face Shoko who was still busy with the zombie game, which was probably the reason why she dragged you here

“over there, she's been at it for a couple of minutes already - so i wanted to look around more” you said reverting your eyes towards the two males, the two shared a deep exhale as Suguru started to approach her

“do you wanna look around and see if we can find a claw machine?” Satoru asked you, as you nodded at him before remembering the claw machine you saw earlier

“oh, i saw one actually - i think it was around there” you said starting to approach the said location you pointed to, before finally finding it

“Oh, it has Sanrio characters! y/n pick a character for me real quick” Satoru dropping his bag on the floor before positioning himself right in front of the machine turned to you, making you scan the characters closely

“hm… i like cinnamonroll try catching him” you said, turning to meet his bright blue eyes again - this made the male grin widely before asking you for coins which you gave him all of yours

“thanks! I'll get him for you” he replied before inserting 2 coins in, and the machine started to light up “how many attempts do you think this will get me?”

he asked you as he failed in trying to get the plush doll in the first try, inserting another 2 coins again - you took a look at the remaining coins in his hand before replying

“probably 3 at best, but I'll guess you probably have to get more coins before you can get the doll” he pouted at this trying to angle the claw right above the plushie, and then turning towards you

“watch this-” he said pressing the ok button as the machine actually started to hold onto the doll before releasing it on the prize hole,

you widen your eyes as you watched him bend down to take the doll, wearing a smug look as he shook the plushie with one hand in front of you - taunting you of your doubts

“i’m too good at everything to miss that, and it only took me 2 tries” he said before handing you the plush doll, you smiles at the doll finding it adorable before meeting with Satoru’s eyes again

“you're too smug for your own good, but the doll is indeed adorable so I'll overlook that” you said, making the boy widen his smirk and raising his hand up in front of you

“please hold your applause, it was nothing~” he said shaking his head, making you smile at his playful gesture and sighing

"you know, cinnamonroll kinda looks like you now that I think about it," you said, turning back to the doll in your hands Satoru widened his eyes at you, clearly surprised by the comparison, before straightening up and bending down to pick his bag off the floor

"he does not," Satoru replied with mock indignation, walking back towards Shoko and Suguru "we may have the same color palette, but that's where the similarities end"

you couldn't help but giggle at his theatrics, amused by his playful reaction as Satoru rejoined the others, you returned your attention to the doll in your hands, a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth

you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and camaraderie

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— I’m a sucker for reincarnation au, so imagine that after dying fighting curses at the age of 24, you are reborn in a new world with no curse and no sorcery. A normal world.

You remember almost everything about that distant life you had, for years you thought it wasn’t real, but as years started to go by the memories of that life started to be more and more clear, but one thing was still unclear. The blurry face who always smiled at you and that always made your heart flutter. For years you tried to picture that face, to try to remember them. But you always ended up empty handed.

Now you were already pass the age when you died, those curses didn’t exist and you didn’t have to risk your life on risky missions. But still, although you were happy with everything you had in life, something was missing.

You heart was still not full.

“I found you…” You heard one autumn morning when you were walking around the beach with your dog.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

The person was hide behind a cap, and you couldn’t see his face completely.

He approached you and your eyes finally met and you felt how your heart stopped beating when those blue eyes met yours.

“You…”

Memories of your previous life and those ocean eyes started to flash on your head. How you two met in the first year, how he would always tease you, how he would run through the whole Jujutsu Tech whenever you ended up on the medical area… How he held you in your last moments and how he promised you to find you in the next life.

He was there. Gojo Satoru was there. Your Satoru was there. He found you.

“Satoru…” You cried.

“Yeah that’s me.” He held you in his arms, but this time he was not letting you go, he was not going to waste his time.

“I missed you… Even though I couldn’t remember you, I did.” You said against his chest.

“It’s okay… now we found each other.” He whispered against your hair, even in that life he was still taller than you. “I missed you… Living without you was like being in hell… those five years…”

“Five years?” You looked at him, what did he meant by five years. It couldn’t mean what you thought right, it wasn’t possible right? He was Gojo Satoru…

“I died…” He touched your cheek and you looked at him with sad eyes. “But that life doesn’t matter anymore… I care about our now.”

You smiled. “Yeah…”

“So, would you let me take you out on a date?” He smiled and the two dimples that you used to see in your memories that didn’t have an owner, now they did.

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Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

S.O.S | gojo satoru

when crash landing on a strange planet takes you to a different reality where the man you love is no longer the man that loves you

pairing. gojo satoru, fem!reader

genre. heavy angst, romance, sci-fi, space au, 18+

word count. tba, slow updates

fic tags & warnings. ooc, soldier!gojo, nurse!reader, cosmology & astrophysics, profanity, unrequited love, explicit smut, violence, blood, guns and other lethal weapons, war, emotional trauma, dehumanization, physical and emotional torture, major character death, + more to be added

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STAGE I. BEFORE THE ASCENT

ONE. REMNANTS OF WAR

TWO. CATASTROPHE

THREE. SIXTH COLONY

STAGE II. THE VOYAGE

FOUR. TO PROXIMA B

FIVE. GLIESE 581C

SIX. ON THE THEORY OF GENERAL RELATIVITY

STAGE III. INTO THE MULTIVERSE

SEVEN. SUPERCLUSTERS

EIGHT. INFINITE VOID

NINE. SUPERNOVA

TEN. SAVE OUR SOULS

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“based on me and my husband”

it’s possible guys, it really is—they exist 🤧🤧🤧 love this a lot 🥹🌟

── the last bite

cw: pure fluff. based on me and my husband 🙂‍↕️

“You always do this…” Satoru grumbles, pouting as he watches your fork hover over his plate.

“...do what?” You blink at him, feigning innocence, eyes flicking from his cake to the irritated gleam in his impossibly blue eyes.

He exhales dramatically, stabbing his fork into his dessert. “I offer to get you your own. You say you’re not that hungry. And yet—” he gestures dramatically at your thieving fork, “the second my food arrives, suddenly you want some.”

You spear a bite of cake and pop it into your mouth, humming as the sweet vanilla melts on your tongue. “I wasn’t hungry… but then I saw yours, and, well…” You shrug, licking a stray bit of frosting from your lip.

Satoru narrows his eyes.  “…you’re lucky you’re cute."

It’s the same game every time. You insist you don’t want anything, he orders enough food for an entire table, and then he acts personally victimized when you steal a bite. But the thing is—he secretly loves it.

Because when you reach for another piece, he doesn’t push the plate away. He just watches, twirling his fork between long fingers, head tilting slightly, strands of white hair falling into his eyes as if he cannot believe this is happening to him.

“Unbelievable...” he mutters.

And then—there’s one bite left.

You expect him to shovel it into his mouth, just to be a menace. He’s Gojo Satoru, after all. He loves his sweets almost as much as he loves annoying the hell out of you—it’s one of his favorite pastimes.

But instead, he sighs, scooping the last bite of cake onto his fork. He doesn’t say anything. Just holds it up to your lips, the blue of his eyes shimmering like liquid crystal as he waits, watching you expectantly.

You hesitate, blinking at him. “I… thought you didn’t like sharing?”

“I don’t,” he murmurs, voice lower, softer—nudging the fork closer. “But… I do like you.”

Gojo Satoru may complain, may huff and sigh like it’s the greatest inconvenience in the world, but at the end of the day… he’ll always give you the last bite.

I LOVE THIS FIC SERIES SO MUCH 😭 I always feel like I’m going to die just how fast my heart is racing from the FLUFF 🥹💖

✎ attraction

- gojo satoru x reader

to think it started with your crush on his best friend...

genre: high school!gojo being a menace, jealous!gojo but he doesn’t realize it? enemies to lovers, fluff, gojo begins pining on you

note: thank you anon who asks for gojo falling in love with a first year! i added some spice though haha

a part of gojo's love entries

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

Back in 2006—

There was this tiny weeny part of Gojo that was like... questioning, how did his best friend Geto Suguru catch your eye, whereas he didn’t? Like, at all?

"I want Geto."

"Hah?" Gojo arched a righteous brow, swiftly turning your way—feeling the stings of irritation gnawing at him. "What?"

You shot him a look. “I said, you suck and I’m lamenting that I’m paired with you instead of Geto for this mission.”

Once upon a time, you did hate him for obvious reasons as other people do. He was obnoxious, boastful and overall grating on your nerves.

Well, actually, “hate” would be too strong of a word, so probably “dislike greatly” it is.

“Ehh, Suguru? With you?” Gojo glanced at you, purposefully scrunching his face into a mocking sneer. “No way. Absolutely not. Incompatible. I won’t give him my blessings.”

“Who are you to grant blessings?” you hissed with a bulging vein of frustration. “And no, it's not what you think! I—” you wanted to kick yourself for stumbling over your words, “—I just respect him in a way an underclassman would!”

Gojo let out a strained laugh.

To him, you were this cute little junior who looked funny when mad. Riling you up was on his daily to-do list, and poking fun at your obvious crush on his best friend was supposed to double the fun, until it made him wonder despite himself... just what exactly did Suguru have that he apparently lacked, leading you to always follow him with your eyes, whereas you spared him with nothing but glares and sharp retorts?

You didn’t exactly hide your feelings. Whenever Geto was nearby or greeted you in the mornings, you'd blush like a tomato. It was silly, because Gojo was sure his best friend’s type wasn’t a girl as skittish as you—surely, it must be someone as vivacious as Inoue Waka.

He knew you were doomed to fail.

"I suggest you go pick up some slack," he teased. "Better if you don't become a dead weight while assisting him in missions, no?"

He knows. Really.

"...do you know that there are only three things I can't stand here?"

"And those are?"

But...

"Your stupid glasses, your Limitless—and you."

He was still irked, regardless.

"Well, poor you, then," he shrugged, shit-eating grin on his face. This time he pushed his luck. "Do you know that you're nowhere nearing Suguru's type?"

Scratch that. You hate him. You turned to him with a reddened face, and it wasn't because you were blushing.

"I'm going by myself!" you declared, seething. "I couldn't care less about what you're about to do—I'm finishing this and going home!"

With that, you you marched towards the haunted house, paying no heed to his taunts behind you.

You felt a wave of embarrassment washing over. Gojo always messed with you and normally you would chalk it up as one of his shits—but this time, you didn't appreciate how he touched on that sore spot of your not-so-hidden infatuation with Geto. So what if you weren't his ideal type? He didn't have to be mean!

But soon you regretted leaving his side, as a monstrous cursed spirit quickly chased you out.

Gojo was still outside, bidding his time. He merely huffed when he heard you screaming in fear.

He was ready with a jab. "Well, well... Look who's running back into my arms—"

But his smirk quickly fell when he saw the cursed entity was apparently way beyond your level. You ran out—no, by some idiotic impulse of survival, you actually leapt out of the two-story window and almost fell flat on your face and broke your bones, but before then, he sprung to action, catching you, wrapping one arm on your waist.

You were grateful you that you weren't doomed—until you felt yourself dangling mid air in his hold... like a cat.

"Gojo!" you wailed. "I'm going to fa—!"

Oh, but Gojo was convinced that this was his moment to shine. He directed a smirk your way as the bright blue mass in his hand totally caught your attention. With one swift flick of his hand, he muttered the mantra for Blue, and exorcised the cursed spirit in one go.

He marveled at his own show of power—and hoping that somehow, you would too. Then, he placed his hand under your knees, repositioning you in a princess-carry, and the way your gentle curves nestled snugly in his arms sparked some intriguing thoughts in him.

Your wide, crystal-clear eyes gazed at him with such wonder. Red tinted your cheeks. The corners of his mouth curved into a winning smile.

It was at that exact moment when he realized it: he wants you. This funny girl who often made his day, he wanted you to look at his way too.

...but goddamnit, you like Suguru.

"Well, not that scary now with me around, isn’t it?" he boldly announced, and your amazed expression immediately turned into a cute frown.

"Thanks," you blurted, still with rosy cheeks and looked frazzled, but then you realized the state you were in his arms. "But—put me down!"

"Ehhh, I will if your feet can reach the ground!"

Who cares if you like Suguru? As he burst into snickers and you screamed at his face, Gojo Satoru decided then and there—in that spring of 2006—that he would make it his mission to win you over. To make you his.

And years later, not only he achieved that but also so much more—a ring on your finger serving as the testament to his success.

Epilogue

"Yaga-sensei," Geto sighed wearily. "Can I be paired with Shoko, please?"

"Geto-san, wait, please—" you frantically tried to explain, glaring at Gojo in the process. "I'll do my best so—"

"You're such a bother, even Suguru doesn't want to go on missions with you," the white-haired clown remarked with an evil grin. "Right, Suguru?"

"No, Satoru—"

"Well, but if it's me, I'll gladly mentor and teach you though~"

"I don't want you! You're so insufferably annoying!"

"Yaga-sensei, can I please get paired with someone else—"

LOVESICK GOJO IS JUST 🥹🤌🏻 love him so much 😭😩

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

. ft. highschool! gojo

. content. fluffity fluff fluff.

. note. he’s such an idiot i love him. tried my best lol.

☆— 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who is known as the cocky boy who also doesn’t know how to hold his tongue, but when he sees you for the first time— his façade comes crumbling down along with the ounces that are known as his communication skills.

☆— 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who thinks he has a chance with you because according to him, he’s very much likable and you must be insane if you were to turn him down.

☆— 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who follows you around school like a sad little puppy that has been abandoned in a dark alley. and you can practically see his tail wagging when you two share small interactions, even though most of them consist of him trying lame pick up lines which results in him almost getting knocked behind the head.

☆— 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who you convince yourself of that you dislike, despite all the times you spend together. either during classes, lunch, hangouts with shoko and suguru or missions you’re both assigned to. he’s like a solar pannel that has been installed, slowly but rapidly sucking the remaining energy out of you as if you’re the sun.

☆— 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who likes to make snarky remarks and tease you, not knowing he’s slightly being ignorant towards you as a person and your feelings. so you try to create the most distance possible, leaving him in desperation for your presence.

☆— 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who embarrassingly begs shoko and suguru to talk to you. he suggests nothing but all ridiculous plans to have you finally come talk to him— and surprisingly it worked. having them to panically call you over and your worried expression quickly turned into one of disappointment. seeing satoru laying on the floor with a hand placed above his heart, whining how bad you’ve hurt him. you can’t deny that you found his dramatics amusing.

☆— 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who you tell about the way you’ve been feeling regards of the way he acted towards you. his eyebrows raise in realization and he stumbles on his endless words of apologies. if you hadn’t stopped him, he basically would’ve bowed down at your feet for mercy.

☆— 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who loves being able to touch you; either a lanky arm thrown around you, knees touching when he insisted on taking the seat next to you on the train or his favorite, hugging you. even though it’s only when you seek comfort, he can’t help but be selfish and enjoy these acts of services once in a while.

☆— 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who is so obvious with his feelings towards you, that it makes you notice the subtle ticklish feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach whenever you hear a simple thing such as the mention of his name. you’ve tried multiple times to push those feelings down, but they seem to rise higher and higher as time goes by.

☆— 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who has been quiet for a while now, leaving you wondering in concern. you tried to figure it out, but it wasn’t possible when he was avoiding you in all the ways possible. he hasn’t even gossiped with you about the latest celebrity drama, something that formed like a habit between the both of you.

☆— 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who runs up to you— panting and out of breath while he has his hands placed on his knees. between rushed breaths and a few coughs, he manages to tell you why he has been avoiding you and you laugh at the reason. for someone with a big ego, he sure is a coward when it comes to confessing.

☆— 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who fails to hide the excitement in his teary blue eyes when you reciprocate your feelings and deciding to give him a chance. but you soon feel a pinch of regret when he ends up telling his friends and even yaga that the two of you are dating. he hasn’t even taken you out on a date yet. but that’s something for you to worry about later when he returns.

☆— 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋! 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who is now the man you’re married to and who hasn’t fully grown out of his idiotic characteristics. but you have come to terms with that fact the moment you decided to give him your all in 2006. trusting his promise back then and till now, when he said that he’d take care of the most precious thing in the world. your heart.

tags ! :: @white-poppie

©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !

something about non-traditional family dynamics with gojo just speaks to me…

includes :: co-parent!gojo, rich boy!gojo, mentions of pregnancy + leaky nips hehe

note :: this is just pure brainrot, started thinking about him in class today and i needed to get this out of my brain!

link to part two

i’d like to think that after he knocks you up in college, the two of you take it upon yourselves to get married because, “‘it’s the right thing to do.’” and so, for a few years, you do the whole marriage thing—the family thing.

no longer were you the twenty-something-year-old who partied hard every weekend, and studied until the break of dawn every school night.

no, now you were the twenty-something-year-old who fixed bottles at odd hours in the night, whose nipples leaked through all her favorite tops, who had a husband that paid a mortgage and kissed her goodbye before he went off to work for the company passed down to him.

and after some time, things finally start to fall into place—your little family.

the baby gets bigger. you go through the terrible twos, of course, and the teenage-threes, but once she hits five, it’s suddenly pie in the sky—and god, it feels like you can finally start to see a light at the end of the tunnel.

so, you and gojo have one more. one more girl that’s precious, and smart, and quick-tongued, and every bit of her dad as she is you.

things are touch and go for awhile, but for the most part it’s...easy, smooth. that is, until married life starts to feel like a task, and your husband starts to feel like your roommate instead of your companion.

conversations becomes brief, the bed becomes colder, morning kisses are exchanged for nods of acknowledgement, and you can’t even remember the last time either of you desired each other…

one day though, the two of you come to a mutual decision to separate. you spend the night talking, and talking, and talking. you talk about things. memories—before and after. you even talk about your mis-comings, and if things could’ve gone differently had either of you did ‘this, this, and that’.

when you tell the girls, you’re half expecting them to be upset, but all they can think about is how, “‘they’ll get twice the amount of gifts during holidays’” — at least, according to your oldest who heard that from a kid in her class with separated parents.

a few years pass after your separation and now the both of you have come to a place where you can just be...friends. it was weird, at first—dropping your kids off to their 'other home'. walking them up to the grandiose sky-rise apartment building that's always bustling with people who've got places to be, and working class people to probably torture—but that's neither here, nor there.

gojo's waiting in the lobby. he's leaned up against the side of the elevator, dressed down in all black athleisure, and he's sporting that damn cheesy grin that you find yourself missing lately.

"hey girls," he greets, lowering down to his haunches and opening his arms for hugs, "oof—big hugs, almost knocked me over! missed me that much, huh?"

while the three of them get their hugs out of the way, you stand there idly watching, rocking back and forth on the balls of your heels.

"hey," he finally acknowledges you, "how was the drive? they got everything they need?"

"it was fine, and yep! they insisted on packing their own bags like big girls but i checked them," you say, before whispering, "and then repacked them."

he laughs at that, and then grabs their suitcases.

"but yeah, i should get going before traffic hits. if you need anything, let me know, and if you need anything," you drop down to your knees, "mommy's only a call away, okay?"

the two of them nod, "okay, mommy!"

"good...now come on, hugs and kisses!" you pull them in, getting enough kisses for two-weeks time. eventually, you pull away—albit, reluctantly, and wave your goodbyes.

the three of them watch you walk away, and when you're finally out of ear-shot, gojo utters a 'miss that'.

"miss what, daddy?"

"uh-huh," he clears his throat, "daddy didn't say anything..."

"liar, you miss mommy. don't you?" the youngest grins, all cheeky and knowing. gojo rolls his eyes—not out of annoyance, but because of how much they reminded him of himself. much like he, nothing ever got past those two...and he doesn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. right now, though? it's gonna be a good thing because he needs to know if-

"does mommy have a new boyfriend?"

"why?" the oldest answers, squinting her eyes in suspicion.

"jeez kid, just answer the question."

she ponders for a second, then extends her hand out, opening and closing it in a fast manner. gojo pouts, then takes out his wallet to put a five dollar bill on it.

she doesn't budge.

"oh, c'mon! i'm your father!" he pouts, but acquiesces and pulls out another five, "fine, you little brat."

with a smile on her face, she stuffs the bills in her front pocket and nods her head.

"wha-really?" he gasps, "is he better looking than me? how old is he? is he younger than daddy? is he richer than daddy? what's he do for work?"

ignoring his questions, she only extends her hand out again.

"i'm not giving you any more money, so we can settle this with some ice cream or nothing."

she ponders for a second time before nodding. "ice cream works for me."

"you little...c'mon get on the elevator."

20 floors in and the questions never stop coming.

Dear Future Me…

in which gojo travels inexplicably to the future

not proofread; enjoy

one minute gojo’s walking on the street, heading over to your house to pick you up for a picnic, on the phone with megumi who’s at the grocery store buying a last minute cake, and one minute he’s…not. a flash of light from the other side of the road, too fast to avoid even with gojos unhumanlike reaction time. hes pushed forwards, or was it backwards, and a cold wind whips around him, making goosebumps form on his arms. and then suddenly, hes back, except things are a little different. take the road for example, seems much too worn out for a road newly paved last week. and your house. its painted a welcoming green, with a cute red door, not the yellow it used to be. theres a new tree in your garden, blossoming flowers gojo knew wasnt there before. his attention turns on the movement of the front door, opening to reveal…you. you look beautiful, but much older than when he last saw you. gojos breath is taken away by how you glow, your smile lighting up the sky, just like it always is. and then, unexpectedly, just as hes about to call out to you, someone walks out the door behind you.

“what the fuck…” gojo mumbles to himself, watching an older, fitter, hotter (if he may say so himself), and possibly wiser gojo walk out of the door and lock it gently, before wrapping an arm around your waist and poking at a yellow bundle you have in your hands. this is a lot for now-gojo, as we must resort to calling him, to take in. he...and you?? and his hand on your waist?? and…and.

“holy shit…” gojo breathes. the yellow bundle is a baby. now-gojo sees that now, as little hands reach out towards your cheeks, and as future gojo lifts it out of the bundle of blankets in your arms and into his chest. the wispy sunlight catches the babys face just as it is tucked into future gojos chest, and its eyes, bright blue like pools of dreams and hope, quite lovely gojo thinks, take all the weight off his shoulders and he breathes a sigh of relief so deep he physically sags down.

when gojo looks up again, he is back on the newly paved street leading up to your house. “…hello? you there?? you havent answered me in like ten minutes. i asked red velvet or cheesecake. you good-“ megumis voice streams from the speaker on gojos phone.

“ye-yeah. yeah. im good megumi. very good actually. splendid. now if i may, i have a visit to pay to someone.”

“not y/n again…” megumi grumbles as his voice fades into nothingness.

gojo smiles, a new pep in his step as he leans forward to knock on your door.

“g’mornin pretty,” he winks at you, “i gotta tell you somethin’. “