Hiii im so happy ur request are open and ive been using my brain for a little bit to ask for more angst cause your so good at it and its my favorite 😭😭and I finally have come to the conclusion that i cant think of anything so here is my request:
Jus anything thats extraordinarily angsty but platonic with the students and teachers thats all i just need more of your writing
Thank you for your time happy holidays and have a good day because you deserve it😊
AFTERMATH
parings: Platonic! Various JJK Students x Platonic teacher! Gender Neutral! Reader
synopsis: you never realized how much you enjoyed their company until it was too late.
warnings: blood, gore, heavy, heavy angst
a/n: since you didn't specify, i just went with jujutsu kaisen <3
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When you were first asked to teach at the school you graduated from, you were skeptical at first. You didn't think you had what it took to be a teacher, but after a little convincing from some of your colleagues, you finally agreed to take the job. The money was nice, but your students were even nicer.
Your class consisted of three teenagers. Itadori Yuuji, who you thought was the sweetest of the three. He was a strong kid, but he had a heart purer than gold. Kugisaki Nobara, who loved to shop and dress up with you when there wasn't anything to do. And then Fushiguro Megumi, who was the silent one of the group. He never said it aloud, but you knew he cared about his classmates, and always made sure to keep them out of trouble.
They were never a handful, and always minded the things you told them. They were always listening to what you told them, following your exact instructions and growing each day.
You took them out to eat after hectic missions, surprised them with treats after they returned, and showered them in compliments whenever they did their activities well. You always defended them if they messed up, and got in trouble with the higher-ups. You were always there to step in, and they always ended up walking away with no punishments.
They, however, never realized that in the end, their punishments came onto you. They never noticed, as you had always done your best to keep it away from them. The only thing they needed to focus on was their own lives and problems.
You knew they would succeed. They were great kids and had a promising future ahead of them. But when you received a call from Kugisaki, you knew everything had went down the drain.
A simple mission. A grade 2. Nothing more. They could have easily taken it by on their own, but you knew they needed to be able to work on a team. It was easy work; the already worked well together.
"Sensei! P-Please hurry! S-Something's wrong! I-It's not w-what we thought!"
The fear in your student's voice made everything in you stand up. every hair in your body went on end as you could hear the shrill crying in the background. You dropped everything, running out of whatever meeting you were in to get to them.
Blood covered the walls, the floor, the ceiling, and pooled to your feet. It was almost unreal---the amount of blood in such a small place. It was such a brutal scene, one that made you feel sick to your stomach. But something made you feel even sicker.
"S-Sensei..."
Your shaky gaze landed on Kugisaki. Her head was hanging from over a small ledge, her back arched and twisted in an unnatural way. Blood poured from her nose and the corners of her mouth, but she was smiling.
"Y-You....ca--me..."
You watched her body jolt as she choked on her own blood. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the haunting whites of her scleras staring back at you. Her entire body went limp, her mouth falling open as her head tapped against the metal box.
Fushiguro was slumped against the wall with a cut going straight through his neck, down into his torso. Blood was splattered on his face, cloudy green eyes staring down at the floor. His palm laid up, exposing his bloodied phone in his hand. The contact name of his sister made your throat tighten.
You couldn't even piece where Itadori began, and where he ended. It was horrifying to look at, but you couldn't bring yourself to look away.
You'd been too late.
It wasn't fair to them. How was it? You were supposed to be the one to protect them. You were their teacher, their mentor, the one person they looked up to. And you'd let them die in the most brutal way you could ever imagine.
They were kids. They had parents who loved them. Their whole lives were ahead of them. They had so many opportunities in their lives. So many things to do and see.
Why them?
...
"It happens," Satoru said. "People die. Death has no age."
"It's not fair," You whispered.
"It never is," He said. "But what do you expect? This world is all death."
"They were kids."
"They're better off," He said, standing up. "They wouldn't want to see the after math."
no no cause… what about… gojo who has developed blood phobia after fighting toji and killing geto, and any time he sees blood it triggers his trauma and he begins to panic? and reader calms him down every time and showers him in affection😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 IM ON MY KNEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
HEMOPHOBIA
parings: Gojo Satoru x Gender Neutral! Reader
synopsis: After fighting for so long, Gojo has developed an irrational fear of blood. It brings back horrible, guilty memories that make him shut down completely. His s/o, however, is always there to bring him out of his mind
warnings: blood, mentions of panic attacks, nightmares, angst, fluff, volume 0 spoilers
a/n: i'm trying out a new style so bear with me
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You know that Gojo doesn’t like blood. He doesn’t like the color of it, the smell of it, nor the sight of it. He doesn’t mind helping cook on off days, but he will not touch, nor go near any of the meat that still has a little bit of blood left in the packaging. If you come home from a mission, maybe a little wounded, or still have dried blood from being healed, you’ll run past him and go straight to the bathroom because you know it freaks him out.
You don’t mind that he won’t kiss you after your missions because there’s a little blood on your face. You don’t mind when he sputters out apologies when you’ve cut your finger while cooking, shaking his head and backing out of the kitchen when you send him off so he doesn’t have to see the blood that covered the rag you held to your finger. You don’t mind Gojo lays in the bed with you, clinging onto your waist while he tells you he’s sorry.
He doesn’t have to be sorry, and you always tell him that. He just seems to always feel guilty that he doesn’t like blood. It’s not because he’s squeamish or because he gets sick to his stomach.
Gojo’s seen—been covered in—enough blood to fill a river. He swims in the guilt of knowing it drips from his hands, stains his porcelain skin, and taints his pure hair. He constantly drowns in the memories of who the blood belongs to, and why it swaddles him so close. Why it wraps around him and makes him feel like he’s suffocating.
But you’re always there, comforting him when he wakes up in a panic, grasping at his throat because he feels like he’s being choked. You remind him that it’s not real and that he’s not in danger. You’re there with him and everything is okay.
“Gojo-sensei?” Kugisaki asked one day. “Why is Y/n so protective over you?”
“Me?” He laughed. “No, I take care of Y/n! I protect them!”
And he knew he was lying. Had it not been for you, Gojo would have lost himself a long time ago. He knew that if he didn’t have you, he wouldn’t be able to keep himself together. He would tear at the seams and fall to frayed threads into the river that raced around him.
But when you were there, it was like everything stilled. The waves that crashed around him ceased, calming to unmoving waters at his feet. All of the dark crimsons he saw was now crystal, pristine water. He could see the reflection of your smile as you reach out to take his hands, kissing his palm before putting them on your face, smiling brightly up at him.
The day Gojo was met with the sight of his own students laying in a puddle of their own blood, he thought he was going to die. He couldn’t breathe, his chest heaving up and down with increasing, panicked puffs. His hands were shaking so much, and he couldn’t put a thought together. He didn’t know what to do.
Flashes of blood appeared on his hands, and deep down he knew it wasn’t actually there, but he could still see it. He could still see the mangled body of his best friend laying a meter in front of him, the blood from his body dripping from his hands and onto the ground, rolling from his shoes to drip under him.
Fuck, did he do this? No! No, he didn’t do this. He would never! But why were his hands covered in blood? Was it theirs? Did he hurt his students? No! No, it’s not true!
He cursed himself over and over again in his mind. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts from taking over. He wiped his hands on his jacket, smearing the phantom blood onto the dark blue fabric. But why wasn’t it going away? God, who was screaming?!
This was it, he told himself as he sunk to the ground. This was where he lost his mind. This was where he would lose himself completely. This would be the day that Gojo Satoru would lose.
But when he felt you grab his face, whisper his name in worry, and wrap your arms around his body, embracing him; it felt like every piece that had been slipping from his body was being pulled back together. Like you were sitting across from him, taking his cracked heart and gluing it back together.
He tried to speak, but all that came out were sputters and broken words. He sobbed, trying to explain that this wasn’t his fault, he didn’t mean to do it, he didn’t have any other choice.
“Shh, Satoru,” You whispered, cradling his face in your hands. “We’re not there anymore! It’s just you and I, baby.”
His breath caught in his throat. He looked around. You were right. It was only you and him. And you were sitting in bed. Was it a dream? God, he’d woken you up again!
“Y-Y-Y/n, I—”
“Shh,” You soothed, kissing his cheek ever so gently, catching the tears that slipped from his eyes. “It’s alright. You don’t have to apologize to me. It was only a dream, sweetheart. It wasn’t real, whatever it was. You’re safe, I’m here—there’s nothing you need to worry about.”
He knew he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, but he felt guilty for waking you up again. He could see it in your face that you were tired—you had trouble falling asleep and staying asleep as it was, and he was only making it worse for you. But you would always assure him that you would rather stay up with him to make sure he was okay than waste your life sleeping.
So he made you lay back down, whispering that he was okay as long as you were here. As long as your chest was against his, his arms around your waist, and his face tucked snugly into the crook of your neck where he could feel your beating pulse under him, he would be fine.
As long as you were there, he would be fine. At least, that’s what he told himself.
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Hi there :))) May I please ask for headcanons on what the jjk trio (previous one, Geto, Gojou and Shoko) would be like with a pretty chill classmate? Like they're an amazing cook, baker, smoker (Ieri probably bribed them into it) badass sorcerer, multi instrumentalist and insomniac? And they're like the most calm and chill person no matter whats up? Thank you and have a great day fella 😊
Parings: Teenage! Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru + Ieiri Shoko x Gender Neutral! Reader
Warnings: none
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let's get one thing straight
This person has to have A LOT of patience to be able to be chill around these three.
so congrats to them
Now, let's get into it
If they can bake, they are instantly Gojo's favorite person. This man has a horrible sweet tooth, but he always claims it "stimulates his brain!" and will con his classmate into making him sweets all of the time. he thinks they taste better when his friend makes it than when he buys them at the store.
And because they have some obvious skills in baking, when they cook, it's almost like touching God. The three of them will refuse to eat anything unless their classmate has cooked it and will tell everyone else that their food tastes like shit. NO SHAME IN IT EITHER
They will also sit on chilled-out nights and play different instruments they've somehow smuggled into their dorm, and sometimes lets Geto join in with them. Those nights will just be filled with laughter or everyone sitting around listening to the music.
They will also sit up on late nights and smoke with Ieiri when neither of them can sleep. They'll make perfect smoke rings and do tricks with the smoke, and laugh when Ieiri fails at doing them
They are the most chill person you will ever meet. They always have a cool head and never seem to get angry, or upset. if they do, they never show it.
but aside from the extracurricular things, this person is one of the best sorcerers.
They always seem to know what to do in any kind of situation, and always handles everything so it ends up fine. it seems no matter what they are faced with, they know what to do to prevent it from getting worse.
their skill outweighs their strength and they are so quick and agile on their feet.
during award ceremony's, if their name is called, you can bet Gojo, Geto, and Ieiri will be the ones to be jumping up and down, screaming as their classmate shake hands with the principal and smiles for pictures.
this person is the one all three of them can rely on.
Hello Hello! This is the one anon who requested for a scenario with Shikamaru with various keywords. I heard you liked it so I'm back with more please :) Hange with a gen neutral reader please. Uhm let's see. Bubble baths, blood, soreness, comfort, coffee, makin out, last minute mission and for whatever reason reader and Hange bullying tf out of Levi. THis is all very confusing but I hope you don't mind. Thank you so much and happy holidays!!!
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Parings: Hange Zoë x Gender Neutral! Reader
Warnings: slight mentions of blood, fluff, reader and Hange being menaces to Levi
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a/n: I made Hange gender-neutral because that's how I imagine them :)
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The moment you walked through the door, covered in dried blood that caked your skin, wincing and sighing with each step you took, Hange knew your mission didn’t go as well as you planned it to. They were there the moment you got into the room, helping you stand up, and allowing you to lean against them.
Hange said nothing as they took you to the bathroom, easing you to sit on the closed toilet lid before starting to run some water. You watched as they started to pour some soap into the water, making bubbles pop up to the surface. Hange helped you undress, then eased your body into the water. You sighed softly, letting your head dangle over the edge.
“I take it didn’t go well?” Hange asked softly, taking your seat on the toilet.
“No,” You muttered. “One of the horses got spooked and scared the soldier on it. He took off and someone else went after him, and it started a whole mess. We ended up losing half of our squad. We got forced to come back.”
“It was unexpected,” Hange replied. “No one had any time to prepare. Was the wall damaged?”
You shook your head. “It was perfectly intact. The residents must have been mistaken. There was nothing wrong with the wall, inside or out.”
“That’s odd,” They muttered. “There were multiple accounts of it.”
“They must have heard thunder or something,” You groaned, sitting up as Hange took a rag and started washing the blood caked on your body. “Or they were making it up. Whatever reason, everything was fine until those idiots ran off.”
“I’m sorry,” Hange murmured.
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about,” You sighed. “It wasn’t your fault. No one knew.”
“I know but I sent you out,” Hange muttered. “I could have gone myself.”
“I’m gonna slap you,” You said, making them laugh softly. “It would have probably gone the same, even if you went. Stop making yourself feel bad.”
Hange helped you wash all of the remnants of your mission off of your skin, before leaving to “make you a surprise”. As you were standing in your shared room, looking in the mirror as you wrapped the gash on your stomach with some bandages, you heard the door open again. You looked off to the side, seeing Hange re-entering the room with two cups in their hands.
Immediately, the smell of coffee filled the room. You sighed contently as they handed a cup to you, having made it just the way you liked it. You plopped down on the edge of the bed, cupping the glass in your hands. Your eyes fluttered shut at the warm, relaxing taste as it slid down the back of your throat. You looked up at Hange.
“Thank you,” You said.
“You’re welcome,” Hange replied, setting their cup down on the bedside table, before waving you up with their hand. You placed your cup beside theirs and crawled up on the sheets.
“I missed you,” You mumbled, laying your head on their shoulder.
“I missed you too,” They hummed, turning their head to kiss your forehead. You lifted your head, your gaze falling onto their lips.
Hange grinned a little. They knew you wanted nothing more than to have their lips on yours, so they gave you the satisfaction. Your hand fell to their waist, pulling them closer to you. They hummed a little before swinging their legs over your hips, their arms draping over your shoulders. You sighed into the kiss, your lips moving together in perfect sync—when you’d first gotten together neither of you really knew what you were doing, but now, it almost seemed like muscle memory.
You separated from their lips slowly, catching Hange’s gaze still locked onto yours. They smiled and laid their head on your shoulder, making you chuckle and lean back onto the bed. You rolled onto your side, tangling legs and arms together as you both got comfortable on the mattress.
“I wish that we could stay like this forever,” You muttered. Hange ran their fingers through your hair, detangling it from your bath.
“I know. Maybe one day we won’t to worry about the titans, and only worry about each other,” They replied.
You sighed softly. “If only that could be true.”
As the words left your lips, there was pounding on your door. A familiar voice called out to both you and Hange, ordering you to get dressed because there was another mission that needed to be addressed immediately.
Levi regrets taking both of you as the two of you pestered him, singing stupidly, or making your horses prance around him before you had even left. He warned you both, but neither of you listened (unsurprisingly). When he had gotten fed up, he grabbed you both by your ears, forcing you both to shout out apologies so he would let you go. But, it didn’t stop the two of you from getting on his nerves.
saw ur hashtag on ur last post (#i have no time lmao) and i just want to let you know please don’t be pressured by the requests. we are all waiting PATIENTLY because we love your writings. we don’t want you to feel rushed or causing you any pressure. take all the time u want in life because you are your #1 priority, not ur requests that can wait. you’re human too, just like the rest of us. take care of ur self, hydrate and rest whenever u feel the need to❤️ (-🪐)
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