hi tee! i hope you’re having a fabulous day so far because u deserve it
i really liked your scenario about draken and mikey thinking you’re scared of them, could i request the same prompt with baji and hanma? pls drink water i luv uuuu<3
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: anon, i drank a glass of water just for you before i started writing this <3
✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈
baji is quiet as he sits before you, which is uncharacteristically new for him as is, but it’s the way he seems oddly distant from you that catches your attention.
no throwing his head on your lap and begging for study breaks, no suggesting to go grab something to eat, no ranting about things on his mind, and most importantly, no moves latch onto you in someway. it’s clear there’s something on his mind, but the part that makes your heart drop is the way he seems to grow more and more uneasy the more you reach out.
as if you were the problem.
“kei—”
“go home, y/n,” he growls. his eyes don’t meet yours, he doesn’t want you to catch a glimpse of them either. he knows the second you do, you’ll see the hurt swimming in them, and baji doesn’t want you to see through anymore of him, doesn’t want to open up anymore pieces of himself to you than he already has.
it won’t ever be enough. not to keep you around, anyway.
“keisuke,” you say firmly. the sound of his full first name and not the sweet nicknames you usually call him by make his heart squeeze even more.
baji wonders how something could hurt so intensely, how the thoughts of one person could make him question himself so much, but you do that to him. and he’s falling apart at the seams—and he doesn’t want you to be here to witness it.
“just go,” he spits, voice raising. “you want to anyway, don’t you? i won’t stop you,” he shrugs. but you can see the tremble of his lips and you can hear the shakiness of his voice.
don’t go. he wants to say that, but he can’t bring himself to. you don’t deserve to be tied down to someone like him. but the gentle brushing of a thumb over his knuckles makes him look up, seeing you stand before him as he stays slumped in his chair.
“baby? where’s this coming from,” you ask gently. “you can tell me,” you insist, leaning down and pressing a soft peck to his forehead.
he shouldn’t bear his heart to you now, it’s the perfect opportunity to crush it in one go, but he can’t help himself. old habits die hard, it’s always been that way for him.
“i heard some shit,” he mumbles.
“okay…and what did you hear?” he shrugs again.
“some shit,” he tries to avoid your eyes, but you tilt his head up and force him to meet your gaze.
“keisuke. i’m serious. what did you hear?” and if you see the way his eyes are a bit glossier, you don’t say anything, opting you stroke his cheek with your thumb. the soft drag is comforting, it’s home, and he loses himself to it for a moment.
“people said you were looking for a way to get away from me,” he mumbles. the hurt in his voice is clear, and your heart aches at the thought of him carrying the weight of his doubts alone all day. “but you’re too scared that i’ll…” his hands clench into fists. “that i’ll hurt you if you do.”
sighing, you smooth back some hair from his face, cupping both cheeks and cradling them in your palms.
“and you believed them?” he shrugs once more.
“isn’t a far fetched idea,” he says dryly. and there’s a soft kiss to his forehead, and then one to his cheek, and then two to his other. and finally, one last kiss to his lips makes him grip your waist tightly, hoping you’ll stay.
“yes it is,” you hum. “you wouldn’t last a day without me,” you poke his forehead. “i gotta stick around.” and even if you don’t say them, for his sake more than yours—he’s never enjoyed being vulnerable—baji knows the words underneath. i care too much to go.
“i wouldn’t ever hurt you. or let anyone else hurt you,” he says seriously. you nod gently.
“i know,” you whisper. “and that’s why i love you,” you speak against his hair, kissing the top as his face buries into your stomach. “feel the safest with you, kei.” and he stays like that for a bit, buried into the fabric of your shirt, inhaling your scent while your fingers trail through his hair. you’re here, and you don’t want to leave—and he’s grateful.
“love you too,” he breathes. “gonna kill whoever spread those rumors.”
✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀
hanma swears if he didn’t love you so much, he’d make you regret pounding on his door at three am. with a sinister glare, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you in, slamming the door behind him as you cross your arms.
you have some nerve, he thinks. showing up to his door unannounced even despite your view of him. and even if his heart hurts, even if it physically aches at the thought that you would think lowly of him, he can’t bring himself to regret you.
never you.
“what the fuck are you doing here?” he seethes. you flare your nostrils at his attitude.
“oh, me? i’m here wondering why my boyfriend is suddenly dead to the world. how about you, though? how’ve you been doing?” you answer sarcastically, making him pinch his nose. pointing a finger at you, he narrows his eyes.
“don’t get bold with me,” he spits. “you sure your boyfriend’s safe, baby? aren’t ya scared he’ll hurt you?” face scrunched up in confusion, you sigh exasperatedly, making hanma clench his jaw.
you’re mocking him, he thinks. and he should be mad—and he can’t understand why he’s not mad. he’s drowning in hurt, and the feeling doesn’t make any sense.
“shuji, what are you on about? i swear, it’s never straightforward with you, you always gotta go around in circles,” you groan.
his hands are clenched into fists, and he’s unsure what else he can say. there are so many questions on his mind, but none of them can form into audible words.
why are you here? what did i do wrong? why would you think that?
they all keep him up at night, and he wonders when everything had turned from so right, to so wrong in moments.
“oh, you think i’m dumb? take me for a fool, huh? people talk, you idiot,” he screams. “if you’re too scared to leave me, don’t get so bold with me here! what, not scared i’ll hurt you now?” and it’s his way of pushing you away, the hurt and betrayal masked as anger, the wicked grin on his face to draw attention away from the pain in his eyes. but you know hanma, and you won’t let him hide away from you.
“whoever you’re getting intel from is really bad at their job,” you sigh. you hold an arm out for him to come over. “because i’m not going anywhere. and i’m not scared of your stupid ass,” you mutter.
hanma freezes, and he stiffens when your hand offers itself to him. does he take it? he doesn’t know if he wants to risk the heartache once more, doesn’t know if this is all an elaborate scheme to see him at his lowest.
but he’s always at his highest when he’s with you, and even if his mind screams no, he heart cries yes, and he’s taking cautious steps towards you.
“you…you’re not trying to get away?”
“no,” you shake your head.
“not scared of me?”
“absolutely not.” his once tattered heart finally starts to heal, and he’s using every fiber in him to keep from falling into you from relief.
“not even a little?” he pouts a bit when you shake your head again. “you should be, ‘m a scary guy,” he insists. you snort at the way he’s switched up already.
“not to me,” you say with a cheeky grin. “i can do whatever i want,” you say confidently. “you wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me.” and though he rolls his eyes and pinches your nose, he’s internally pleased with your response.
because it’s true, he could never hope to hurt you, no matter what you do—and he needs you to know it. it almost feels like his life depends on it.
“get out of my apartment, you brat,” he mutters, but he meets you halfway, kissing you desperately, needing the feeling of you against him like it’s his lifeline. and you latch onto him, anchoring him as he finally reaches a peace of mind.
“not going anywhere,” you murmur. “can’t make me.” he grins against your lips. he’s a lovesick fool, he thinks, but perhaps he doesn’t mind it too much.
LET TODAY BE FOREVER (BECAUSE TOMORROW NEVER COMES)
@dearstarlight asked;
hiya :> if the drabble game is still open, could I request for “I’ll wait for you forever” - stargazing - jujutsu kaisen?
synopsis; goodbyes always comes faster than you would imagine.
pairing; geto suguru x reader
content; angst, manga spoilers, established relationship, some fluff, hurt/no comfort, gender neutral reader
word count; 1.1k
a/n; well i got a teeny bit carried away with this one and made it a short oneshot. oops.
Forever may seem like a long time, but for the right person, you were sure time flies.
The time since you met Geto seemed to only reinforce this idea. Sometimes you swore it still felt like you had just met yesterday, even though you couldn’t even count the number of months you’d known him on your hands anymore.
“Three weeks, right? You come back before New Years?”
“Yep,” you told him. “I’m gonna miss being able to talk to you whenever I want.”
Geto chuckled, “I’ll text you when I first wake up in the mornings and try to catch you before you go to bed.” He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he was gonna miss your excessive texts as well; he found them oddly charming.
The sentiment made you smile, and you laid your head back to look up at the stars again. It was a good night to look at them; the sky was clear and you swore you could see more than usual. They almost seemed close, like you might be able to reach out and brush your fingertips against them, even though they were miles and miles and miles away.
request: I almost read all of your jujutsu kaisen writings and I love it. Your writing is really good! I do not know if a request about a fics🥞 about satoru gojo who is really in love and not very possessive with an oblivious reader. It will be fun to see Satoru try to flirt with her and she doesn’t get it🤣
pairings: gojo x oblivious! reader
notes: THIS IDEA IS SO CUTEEE I absolutely loved every second of writing it! thank you for the request and I hope you like this! 🥞 breakfast has been served!
word count: 3.3k
warnings: none, other than this is unedited and written humorously rather than seriously~
The more you get into JJK and Yuji's character, the more it hurts I swear.
Because you realise that this boy really has no problem dying and sees no value in his living on. (and not in a depressive way like Dazai from BSD, or in a selfless heroic way like Deku from BNHA, but just in a matter of fact way.) Its just as upsetting and worrying since he isn't "canonically" depressed or traumatised, but fact is, Yuuji is suicidal, to an extent.
(Since his innate jujutsu technique has to do with memories, I headcanon that there's some suppressed traumatic incident in his past causing him to have such a complicatedly selfless relationship with the idea of death.)
He said while crying that he didn't want to die in the crushed womb arc, but then when death came, he accepted it with a smile and himself switched with Sukuna, knowing it was suicide.
We see how he's ready to die so many other times in this story. Even in the beginning, Gojo says, "choose your preferred hell", and in that scene, he's basically given two choices, death now or death after some suffering. And all he has to say is "I don't really get why I have to die but okay". Like Gojo said, boy's kinda crazy. And yeah we love him for it, but if you really think about it, it makes the whole scenario even more tragic. This angel of a boy who cares more about helping and saving others than himself (as Nanami pointed out, and as we see from his reasoning/interview to join Jujutsu Tech) has to die eventually.
In the Shibuya arc too, he's ready to lay down his life fighting Choso if it removes one more obstacle from their path to releasing Gojo.
And then there's that one scene where he breaks down and actively wishes for death, sealing the deal.
Yuji would rather die than see people hurt or killed, especially if that's somehow related to him.
He's just trying his best. But the way this boy blames even Sukuna's actions on himself makes it so hard. I heard someone saying that Yuji has a guilt complex and that just makes so much sense.
I really want Yuji to live in the end of this story. And I want everyone around him to coax him to want and try to live, like how Megumi and Nanami do at times.
“Why would I ever want to be with you?” you spit at Satori a wicked grin on your face. You walk around his room staring him down laughing at his pain-stricken face.
“B-but you said you loved me. You looked me in the eyes and told me you loved me countless times” he cried hoping that you were just playing a sick joke on him. Anything to makes this not real.
“Poor Satori. He thought someone could actually love him.” you chuckle walking up to him and grabbing his chin. “No one could ever love a monster.”
He shuts his eye close shaking his head, “No! This isn’t real! This isn’t real!! You love me you said you loved me!!”
You wake up to Satori yelling his face covered in tears. You sit up grabbing his shoulders trying your all to wake him up. “Satori…Baby wake up!” you shake him trying to bring him back to reality. “Get up baby please” you plead sitting him up and hugging him.
Making sure to rub his back soothing him the best you could since your previous efforts of shaking him awake were failing. You lean back looking at him noticing the tears decorating his hurt face. Cupping his face you lean forward deciding to whisper in his ear, “It’s okay baby. I’m right here. It’s just a dream okay? Wake up Baby.” you reassure him repeating it too him until you felt him wrap his arms around you.
You lean back to look at him staring at you pure pain in his eyes. “It was just a dream baby,” you say as you begin to wipe his tears away.
His hold on you tightens bringing you as close as he possibly could. His hands shaking as his grips onto your shirt. “Y-you love me right??” You freeze listening to how broken he sounds asking you this. “Please tell me you actually love me” he whispers trying to bring you closer to him than he already had.
“Satori.. of course I love you,” you assure him grabbing his face to look at you. “I would never lie about my love for you or anyone for that matter.”
He stares at you tears still falling from his face. The look on his face completely breaks your heart. You want him to understand that you truly love him. You love him more than you have ever loved anyone in your life.
“I love you Satori” you tell him kissing him over and over again repeating it in between kisses.
You pull back to look at him again noticing the tears had calmed down enough to truly see his face. He looked beyond worn out eyes puffy and his face a shade of red. You go to pull away a bit going to lay down with him but his grip on you tighten keeping you pressed against him.
“I’m not going anywhere baby just getting us comfortable okay?” you tell him gently caressing his face. He leans into you before loosening his grip on you and nodding. You lay down bringing him with you. He immediately buries his face in the crook of your neck arms securely around your waist keeping you close to him.
You rub his back feeling him move closer to you legs tangling together.
“P-please don’t leave me” he whispers voice cracking in the process. You feel your heart stop for a moment eyes watering with tears. You hug him tighter moving your head slightly to look at him pressing a kiss on his forehead. “Wouldn’t dream of it” you whisper holding him tighter in your embrace hoping he believed you.
