i am sorry, i haven’t posted … my mind is BLANK. i have so many ideas but every time i sit down to write, i come up with NOTHING and i’m so close to tweaking out
so, please bare with me. i will be doing my absolute best to try and get it TOGETHER… just be patient with me <33
“sorry toji we can’t—not tonight.” is all you manage to say before his lifts his head from between your legs, looking like a kicked puppy while he pouts.
“ ‘m more than willing to stop if you aren’t in the mood, ma.”
“no it’s not that it’s just that i haven’t shaved…in a while.”
“say less—” he says dragging your shorts to your ankles before you offer another weak protest against him.
“WAIT—you aren’t turned off by that?” you cock your head almost confused at the way his finger tremble near your hips. just itching to rip your stupid panties off of you and shove in face in your pussy until he suffocates.
your panties do a poor job at trying to hide the bush you’re sporting, the hair peeking out from the edges and toji almost feels like a dog with a treat laid out right before him.
“if i’m ever turned off by a little bit of hair, that ain’t me.”
“this isn’t a little hair toji this is an entire BUSH!”
“are you trying to sell me on this? im convinced already, lay down.” his voice was almost pained, his face warm and flushed almost as if he were sick.
“you’re into this, aren’t you.”
you barely get your sentence out before he rips your panties off of you, the thick hair almost covering the entirety of your slit, you almost cringe until you hear him groan.
“oh my god you are.”
and before you know it, his mouth is latched onto your cunt, his nose deep inside your bush while toji inhales as if he’s in dire need of air.
“you—fucking weirdo—why are you ah—sniffing me?!”
“smells good, doll.” is all you get before he’s back at it, his tongue sloppily kissing your cunt while his nose slowly bumps your clit while you moan into the mattress trying to hide your face.
he’s licking stripes in the hair, practically munching on it, it’s gross, it’s perverse—and it’s absolute heaven to toji. and he’s eating you out as if he has a point to prove—well, to never have you shave the bush again, of course.
you can feel your body spasming around him, your cunt coated with his drool and your slick, and he looks up momentarily, his face dripping while he has the most ecstatic smile on his face.
“maybe…i should shave—” you joke your body recovering from the high while he kisses your inner thighs. taking another whiff of your pussy before you push his head away.
“just say you want me dead next time.”
“toji i can’t keep the bush forever.”
“my girlfriend hates me and she wants me dead.”
this was inspired by da lovely @yoonsucks mwah @yorikae @sugusplaything !!
dividers: @/pixopix .
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
Crazy gf!reader changing bio to ‘single’ after Boyfriend!Sukuna doesn’t reply to a text immediately
The door slams open.
“What the fuck is your problem? I didn’t respond for one fucking hour, and suddenly we’re done?” he asks, irritated beyond hell. He drops his heavy duffel bag on the floor and comes to sit behind you on the sofa. You’re lying on your stomach on the carpet, painting your nails. You don’t reply. He rolls his eyes and nudges your thigh with his foot. “Don’t ignore me, you stupid, pain in my ass. Put ‘Sukuna’s girl’ back in your bio. Now.”
Innocently, you turn to look at him. A challenging brow is cocked up. “Or what?”
Sukuna’s eye twitches.
“Look, idiot, I would have texted back if I had my phone on me. You know I didn’t. I’ve got nothing to apologise for, so if that’s what you’re waiting for, you’ve got another thing coming. Now delete it, or I might start thinking we really are broken up, in which case I won’t be held accountable for the things I do.”
An eerie silence takes over. You put the nail polish down and sit up. Quietly, you mumble, “...so you hate me.”
With a blank stare, he watches you wrap your hands around your neck and squeeze hard. Gurgling sounds escape into the air as you writhe on the floor, moving like a drying-out fish. Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. “Quit it. I’m serious. You look constipated.”
“Shut…up,” you wheeze out. “I’m -hah- dy…ing.”
Impatiently, he pulls your hands away by the wrists, like you’re a misbehaving toddler who’s just picked up dog shit. “Enough.”
Realising the act isn’t working, you pause for a second, and he knows from that look in your eyes that you’re calculating your next step. Maybe you’ll try to make a run for the window again, or you’ll tackle him with your claws out, or maybe you’ll smash the TV up and pin it on him. It’s impossible to predict your next moves, even after how many years he’s been with you.
Naturally, you do none of the things he anticipated, and you simply resume strangling yourself.
Sukuna groans. “Fuck my fucking life. Was I a dictator in my past life or something? Christ.” Whilst you shamelessly discard any dignity you have, Sukuna picks up your phone and gets into your socials with ease. He changes your bio back, and replies with his own dick pics to the assholes who sent their micros, and calls it a day. “I’m hungry,” he suddenly says. “Wanna go to a drive-thru?”
As though nothing happened at all, you stop choking yourself out and shrug. “Yeah, actually. ‘was waiting for you to suggest it so I don’t look like a big back.”
A corner of his lips curve up. “I think that moment’s passed, sweetheart.”
“Ugh, I’d rather you call me a whore,” you reply, nose scrunched up.
Sukuna snorts. “Yeah, bet you do.”
is this even coherent? I think I'm out of practice
In which Toji uses his superhuman strength to get his hands on you
“I won’t ask again, doll. Unlock the door and let me in.”
“No!”
He pounds on the bathroom door. The whole house shakes, so does your skeleton. “Not in the mood for games, woman. You got my dick hard; you’re going to take responsibility, like a big girl.”
What were you thinking spamming him nudes whilst he’s at work? No, the better question is, what was he thinking taking you seriously enough to speed home? Can’t a girl have fun without consequences?
“I was gonna,” you start, practically shaking in the tub as you hold a shampoo bottle, a foolish delusion of protection, “but then you came home early! You weren’t supposed to come home so soon. Ugh, you ruined everything. You know I need at least an hour prep to be in my most seductive mood, Toji!”
You can almost visualise the disbelieving scoff that’d reveal his sharp teeth and make that delectable scar stretch when he bangs on the door again. He’s probably leaning against it, imagining all the ways he could have you bent and pumped full of cum. The thought makes your thighs squeeze tightly even as a nervous, almost manic laugh escapes you.
The rattling of the walls stops. Silence rings out.
“...You laughing at me?”
Oh fuck.
You’re done for. That much is clear when he punches a hole in the door barely a second later with a thunderous bang. Huddling on all fours, you brace yourself with a scream as the wood splinters onto the floor. Your poor pussy’s going to feel just like that door when he’s done with you, you’re sure.
You peek up. Toji’s hands grip the wood, ripping a bigger hole in the weak thing. His glinting eyes meet yours. He growls, “Oh, good. You’re already in the right position.”
Screaming bloody murder, you throw the bottle at him, and another and another. They all bounce off his chest as though they weigh nothing. “Fuck off! I take it back. I take it all back!”
“Too fucking late. Shouldn’t play games you’re not ready to lose,” he lectures. In no time at all, he steps through and casts a shadow over your body. The veins on his beefy arms pop, his thighs flex, and his lips curl up — yet, all you’re looking at is the monstrous cock in his pants, painfully hard and somehow bigger than you remember, weighing him down.
“I hate you, you big brute!” you shriek, when he throws you over his shoulder.
He snorts. “Yeah, sure. Pretend you’re not creaming your fucking panties.”
Busted.
“I’m sorry?” you try, a last ditch effort to get your way. “I won’t do it again?”
He throws you on the bed and watches you bounce, licking his lips. “Try again when I’m feeling nice. Maybe I’ll buy your bullshit apologies then.”
Sniffling, you grumble, “And when’s that going to be?”
“Dunno.” Toji lifts one shoulder lazily as his hands grip your knees and shoves your legs apart. “Let’s get to orgasm number eight and go from there.”
I imagined that scene from The Shining lol but much less scary, and more ngh!
gojo says almost nothing the whole drive, which is already suspicious. he's too quiet.
"where are we even going," nobara says, feet up on the dash.
"shopping," gojo lies with a grin. "and mayyybe a hike."
a chorus of groans rolls through in from the back. panda actually boos. yuta laughs under his breath, polite as ever, while choso sits stiff by the window.
(he said he wanted to see his brother, so…here he is.)
“last stop is picking up itadori,” gojo says, tapping the wheel. “he’s been holed up all break. have any of you seen him?”
“we texted a few times, but i think he’s busy,” megumi says.
they turn a corner and pull up to yuji's building. “home sweet home,” gojo sings, already unbuckling.
they pile out,breath fogging in the air as they walk up. choso mutters something about the condo being on the fourth floor.
knock knock.
there's shuffling inside, padded footsteps, and the door opens. yuji stands there, shirtless, hair a mess. his eyes widen a fraction when he sees all of them.
there's marks everywhere. angry red bites along his collarbone, darker bruises blooming up his neck. one just under his jaw, half-faded. a few of them down his stomach.
no one says anything, then everyone says something at once. "dude—" "what the hell?" "salmon." "yuji."
yuji blinks at them, face burning. “oh. uh. hey guys.”
gojo leans against the doorframe, grin already forming. “well, well.”
maki just stares. nobara’s eyes narrow. megumi looks away, sighing.
choso is looking directly at the marks, slowly processing. “you look…injured,” he says.
“i’m not,” yuji says quickly. “i’m fine.”
“that doesn’t look like fine,” nobara says flatly, already pushing past him. they settle in, kind of. panda flops onto the couch, inumaki pokes at a decorative pillow, yuta perches neatly at the edge of a chair, hands folded, trying not to stare at yuji’s neck. gojo snoops his nose around the kitchen.
"so you've been busy, then?" gojo asks with a smile, and yuji's ears redden as he pulls on the hoodie draped across the couch. it is very clearly not his, with the words 'happy girl' in cute lettering across the back.
“is there something you need to share?” maki deadpans.
yuji splutters out an excuse as a door clicks open and you walk out, shirt slipping off one shoulder, hair a little messy. there are marks on your neck too, blooming softly against your skin.
and in your arms is a tiny kitten, all curled up. you pause when you see them, a whole lineup of stunned, silent faces. “…hi?” you say. silence drops like a brick.
panda’s jaw actually lowers. inumaki just goes, “tuna…” nobara whips around so fast she nearly gives herself whiplash. “you have a girlfriend?”
“this is y/n,” yuji says with a smile.
“and this is mochi,” you say, holding up the kitten slightly.
“well, this explains a lot,” gojo teases, and yuji goes fully red again.
choso furrows his brows, looking at the marks splattering yours and yuji’s neck. “…this is your mate?”
yuji chokes. “choso, what did we say about talking normally—”
wait … wait … i love this !! osrs if this happened to me, i wouldn’t be as calm as we are here 😭 i would’ve been shitting myself … like imagine meeting his entire friends & brother ALL AT ONCE ??? but, ANYWAYS, i was giggling and kicking my feet while reading this !
HIII RIRI!!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و i’m TYPING this out TWICE bc the last post didn’t freaking save but ANYWAYS !! idky tumblr never sent me the notification to this ask?? like wtf! i only realized something was sent when i got on my laptop a few minutes ago … how dare they DEPRIVE me of YOUR PRESENCE?!!!
RIRI … how do YOU come up with such STUNNING THEMES??? OOOH , and since we’re MOOTS — you should pick an emoji OR TWO ( in case one is taken ) to represent youuuu <3
summary. everyone warned you to stay away from toji fushiguro insisting the man's baggage would dim your light. they claimed, he was far too broken up by the loss of his ex-wife to ever truly love anyone else. yet, you went ahead and fell in love with him, and even decided to marry him becoming the (step)mother of his child. they didn't say: "i told you so," when the light in your eyes faded but you could see it written on their faces.
trigger/warning. non-sorcerer au, modern setting, rich characters, emotional breakdowns, prolonged crying, toji is a neglectful husband?, angst, minor memory loss, alcohol, lonely reader, insecurities.
author's note. hiya, i almost deleted this bc i kept overthinking. i apologize for any errors, i’ve read it over and over again but i have horrible eyesight so I’m certain i’ve missed a few. anyways, chapter one is officially published and please BARE WITH ME. yes, it’s a bit slow but i wanted to show a glimpse of y/n’s life with toji, and a glimpse into what y/n’s life was like with gojo.
MASTERLIST, NEXT CHAPTER.
The lights in the restaurant are dim, the building is filled with a variety of people: couples, groups of friends, or solo drinkers sitting at the bar or in a booth. You always wanted to come here, often suggesting the place to your husband — insisting it’d be the perfect date night spot. Toji Fushiguro never said no, he didn't have to. Not when you could see the disinterest in the way he made little to no plans for the future or the way he’d rush to change the subject.
Several months after the opening week, you're seated at a random booth surrounded by several of your close friends from high school. Every single one of them accepted your invitation with enthusiasm besides Nanami Kento, who nonchalantly responded with a polite: “I can make some arrangements with my schedule.”
You could tell he’d been excited due to his immediate answer to your phone call, and rush to change his schedule around.
It's been a few months since you joined a get together of theirs, let alone planned one yourself. You often opted out of their invitation to look after your son, or as many loved to remind you, “stepson”.
“I’m shocked you managed to get out of the house,” Shoko Ieiri teases glancing across the table in your direction, a sly smile playing on her lips.
Yu Haibara is practically vibrating with excitement, his arm wraps around your shoulders tugging you closer to his side. “It’s been so long, we’ve all missed having you around.” He beams, with a lopsided grin.
You didn't mean to let out the most awkward and forced sounding laugh of your life. Their reactions are immediate, everyone at the table either looks concerned or ready to invoke pain onto your enemies. You griamce, they’d always been excellent at reading you.
That, or you simply sucked at hiding your emotions.
Suguru Geto noticed from the moment he slid into the cushioned booth across from you. The clear exhaustion in your eyes, and the dark circles you attempted to hide, along with the way your body curled in — attempting to make yourself smaller. You spent more time quietly chugging down the red wine in the fancy glass, than chatting away about the cuteness aggression you felt every time Megumi did the bare minimum.
You laugh, shaking your head and waving your hands at them, trying to reassure the concerns brimming up in their heads. “You’re all worrying over nothin—”
“Why don’t you skip past the lies and tell us what’s bothering you?” Nanami Kento interrupts, the usual stern expression on his face seems a bit more tense. You should be used to his straightforward way of speaking; you’ve known him for years.
You remain silent for a few seconds pondering on your next actions, wondering if you’d be able to shift the topic onto a new subject. And you could, If the group didn’t look as determined as they do at this moment, you’re certain the new photos of Megumi and you at the city’s fair would’ve distracted them.
With a heavy sigh, you give in.
“It’s hard, ignoring the whispers from the other moms at Megumi’s school,” Your fingers reach for the glass of wine, proceeding to take a long sip in attempt to calm the nerves. “They say he’d be different if his birth mother raised him, and insist since I’m not his birth mother, I wouldn’t know how to raise someone else’s son.”
Utahime scoffs, chugging down the glass of beer to keep herself from reaching over the booth and demanding the names of these women. “And they know how to raise someone else’s son?" Utahime argues, eyes brimming with anger.
"You might not have birthed him, but you’ve been at his side since he was three.” Haibara adds in, his large hand rubbing your back in a comforting manner.
You bite your lip, releasing a shaky breath.
“Just because Megumi isn't bouncing off the walls, or eating dirt like their kids doesn't mean he's unsocial, or odd. He just doesn’t like their kids!” You state, cheeks feeling warm due to the alcohol kicking into your system. “He has no issue talking to his friends, Yuji or Nobara!”
You speak with confidence yet the light in your eyes fades as the topic proceeds, and you sigh running a hand through your hair. “I wonder if they’re right.” Your words direct their complete attention on you, noticing the tears that brim in the corner of your eyes.
“Would he be more cheerful, and outspoken? Would he tell me all the things he likes and dislikes without a single care in the world? Would he talk about everything and nothing, instead of worrying about bothering me?” You pause for a second, seemingly pondering on saying what you really want to.
“Would they be different if it were her?” No one within your shared table says a word. Your tearful eyes shift away from the empty glass in your hands, towards the different emotions ranging on your friends’ face — a mixture of sympathy, and concern.
You laugh, awkwardly, while using the long sleeves of your top to wipe away the tears. “Sorry, I think I need some fresh air.” You ignore the soft calls of your name and slide out of the booth — rushing out of the restaurant door and into the cold winter air.
It seems, it definitely wasn’t the brightest idea to step into the winter breeze with alcohol in your system.
You spin on your heels in attempt to head inside the restaurant seeking the warmth you ran from. Unaware of your surroundings, your face smacks right into the board chest of a stranger whose large hands grab at your waist to keep you steady.
With a sigh of relief, your lips part to speak when the sudden warm scent of sweet vanilla and amber sets in your nostrils. The familiar scent sends your body involuntarily relaxing into the stranger’s chest. Your eyes flutter open and closed repeatedly for a few seconds, attempting to snap yourself out of the daze.
It’s as if all the memories of your past flooded your mind with bits and pieces remaining fuzzy but the icy blue eyes you’d once been in love with are clear.
You lift your head up, eyes widening in surprise seeing those exact blue eyes staring back at you. “Gojo.”
His smile is light, still bright, but a bit wary — worried he’d startle you away from his warm touch. You don’t. Not because you don’t want to, you just don’t think you’re able to properly walk without stumbling again.
“Eh, Gojo? I thought we moved past that.”
The door of the restaurant swings open revealing your shared group of friends who stumble out of the restaurant. All of them with different expressions on their faces ranging from: excitement, dread, and no expression whatsoever.
“Satoru!” Haibara calls out, sprinting in both your direction with the wildest grin.
Utahime points an accusatory finger in Satoru’s direction. Her other hand tugging the back of Haibara’s jacket, forcing him to stay near. “What the hell are you doing here, idiot!” Utahime shouts, and Satoru laughs at her irritation. She’s quick to pull away from the group and tug you at least five feet away from the white haired man.
“She invited me,” Satoru Gojo declares with the largest smirk plastered on his face. His hand motion in your direction, chuckling at the confusion you share along with the others who turn back to you for answers. “Duh, it’d be rude if I came uninvited otherwise.”
Suguru Geto sighs running a hand through his lushes hair, before speaking, “I think we’d be less surprised if you showed up uninvited.”
Shoko nods with agreement, turning away from him to face Satoru who looks pleased with himself. “I’m assuming the group chat she confirmed the date on happened to be the one with you in it.”
Satoru grins, sending the woman a thumbs up.
You seem to realize your mistake, eyes growing wide and lips parting into an O shape.
“I might’ve done that,” You admit, awkwardly laughing in the comfort of Utahime’s grasp — who tugs you closer upon seeing Satoru’s gaze linger on you longer than she’d like. Her actions did nothing to stop him from staring. His blue eyes remained fixated on you, a dorky smile tugging on the corner of his lips with his eyes sparkling in your direction, the usual adoration stamped on his face.
Shoko Ieiri and Suguru Geto share knowingly looks with one another, earning a quick eye roll from Satoru who doesn’t care to let out a snarky comment. He’s far more interested in you.
He doesn’t hear any of the words tumbling out of his friends’ mouths, Satoru is far too occupied with taking in the features of your face, down to the slightest changes of your body. You’ve matured, the teenage features disappeared over the course of years he’s been away.
In the most sappy words he could think of, you’re still the most breathtaking women to ever walk this planet. Although, Satoru notes that your face seems slightly slimmer since your last posts on social media, and your eyes seem sunken in. He hasn’t see you that way in years, since that dreadful night that continues to haunt his dreams.
He’s forced out of this thoughts when a hand waves in-front of his face, "Did you hear a single word we said?" Nanami Kento questions, a brow raised in his direction.
Nanami is well aware of the answer to his question. “Geez, and you all want to leave her in his care?” Utahime retorts, eyeing Suguru and Shoko, with a pointed look on her face as if saying, ‘are you sure about this?’.
Gojo Satoru is jumping on his feet at the decision, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment when he glances over at you. He sighs with relief seeing you passed out pressed against Utahime’s, whose arms are gripping around you as a lousy attempt to keep you from falling on the ground.
“Satoru, you do realize she’s married, right?” Haibara asks, nervously scratching the back of his neck. Gojo rolls his eyes at the idiotic question coming from his dear friend, “Obviously, I’m not an idiot.”
Utahime scoffs at his words, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from arguing. She glances at the others before sighing in defeat, using her left hand to motion for him to take hold of you. Satoru’s at your side faster than any of them could blink, his arms maneuver around your body before lifting you up in the air, bridal style.
“Straight home, Gojo. No detours, her husband is waiting.” Nanami Kento reminds, arms crossing over his board chest.
“Yeah, Yeah.” Satoru doesn’t bid any of them a single goodbye, simply turns on the heel of his shoes and strolls in the direction he’d parked his car. Shoko glances over at Utahime, who’s watching their friend take extra care in placing you inside his car. “Stop worrying, you’ll get wrinkles.” Her hand rubs against the dark haired woman’s shoulder trying to get her to relax.
Utahime ignores all the warning bell’s going off in her head, forcing a tight lipped smile on her lips and following the others back into the restaurant.
The drive back to your home is mostly silent besides a song on the radio playing in the background of your snores. It’s become the source of Satoru Gojo’s entertainment, he hums to the tune of your snores. You’ve managed to remained a sleep for majority of the ride, and how could you not with the level of comfort Satoru’s provided?
It’s almost as if he predicted his friends would leave you in his care (gojo 100% begged for this opportunity).
You’re laid out on the passenger seat of his car, with your seat reclined all the way back. A pillow resting under your head, with a fuzzy blanket draped over your figure — your feet curled up on the seat after you kicked your heels off to the side.
Every few minutes when his car comes to a red light, his eyes shift over to you, taking in the way your face snuggles deep into the blanket. Satoru’s reminded of the way you used to snuggle your face into the croak of his neck, delicate fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt.
You used to insist you couldn’t sleep unless you were wrapped up in his arms.
His eyes hesitantly shifts away from your blissful face and down towards your bare knee that peeks out from under the blank. Satoru grimaces at the sight of the scar that remains years after the accident.
“I forget it’s there most days,” Satoru’s whips his head up in your direction, seeing the reassuring smile you use to try and ease his guilt. He forces his head away from your eyes, his slender fingers gripping the steering wheel in his hands. You notice the shift in his demeanor, the way his entire body tenses and the faraway look in his eyes.
You wonder if you should’ve remained silent? Maybe, pretend you were still sleeping until the both of you arrived at the front of your house and offered a sorry excuse of a farewell. But you couldn’t stand to see the guilt that remained in his eyes, “It’s been six years, Satoru.”
He doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, pulling his car into the driveway leading to your house. You notice the light from the living room is left on — the babysitter’s car is parked in the driveway. The two of you watch the shadow of a woman walk across the curtains and in the direction of the right side of your home.
Satoru takes in the sight of the place you call home. It’s smaller than the one you’d both lived in, and it most definitely smaller than the one you’d both planned on moving into before the accident happened. This home, your home has a warm feel to it, like it’s been lived in.
But, judging by the look in your eyes that warm feeling isn’t something you’d be able to gloat about.
“You can forget it ever happened.” You manage to say with ease, unaware of the way your words stab at his heart.
“How can I?” He voices is low, “It’s the reason you and I aren’t together.” The smile on your face drops upon hearing his words. Your dull eyes shift in his direction, his own shift down to your quivering lips.
“I seen the look on your face, when you stepped out of the restaurant.” Satoru continues, concern laced in his voice. “Do you ever wonder what life would’ve been like if we ended up together?”
He knows it’s not right to bring up the past, especially with you being married and all. But, a part of Satoru Gojo will always wonder, and if there is a possibility of the two of you coming together? He’ll always wander back to you.
Your finger nails begin to anxiously stab into the palm of your hands — a habit he’d witnessed during his time with you. His slender and warm hands are placed on yours, redirecting your attention back towards him.
The two of you are far too lost in the small touches to notice the headlights of a pick up truck that pulls into the sidewalk a few houses down from you. Satoru stares, eyes filled with the familiar warmth he’s held for you since the two of you were teens you. His eyes rake over your face, taking in the details he’s missed while being aboard.
You pull your hands away from his, a frown tugs at the end of his lips and you pretend not to notice.
“I should get going, I promised the babysitter, i’d be out till 12 pm at the latest and it’s already 12:02.” You lie, eyes flickering towards the little clock on the corner of his dash. Your fingers curl around the handle of his car — prying the door slightly ajar.
“Let me get the doo—” Satoru doesn’t get to finish or step out of the corner, you frantically jump out the car with your purse in your other hand.
He watches the way your body shivers against the cold air, and the way your face scrunches up in slight pain at the cold pavement that’s pressed against your bare feet. “Wait,” Satoru calls, reaching over to grab at the pair of heels tossed to the corner of his car.
You don’t wait, nor do you attempt at a sorry excuse of a goodbye. You shut his car door, hands rummaging through your purse and fingers tightening around the set of keys you find. He can’t help chuckle and shake his head at the way you awkwardly look back at him almost tripping over your own feet as you jog in the direction of your front door.
Satoru being the certified gentleman that he is, waits to pull out of the driveway once you step inside your home and close the door behind you. He smiles, knowing your probably standing with your back against the door, embarrassed with your own actions.
And you are.
You run a hand through your blowed out hair, frowning down at your bare feet that are slightly wet from the grass. “Mrs. Fushiguro, your back? I thought you’d be coming home around one?” Uta, the babysitter asks with her brows furrowed together in confusion.
You viciously shake your head, breath slightly uneven. “No, no. I felt bad having you out so late.”
She smiles up at you with bright eyes before waving you off, “You really shouldn’t, you haven’t been out in a while. You deserve a little me time.” Uta says, sitting up from her place on the couch, and gathering her belongings before walking in your direction.
“Megumi fell asleep around 8pm, and he’s been out like a light since.” You nod, a small smile appearing on your lips at the mention of your boy. You step to the side, a way from the exit you’d previously been blocking. “Thank you for your work.”
Uta lets out a quiet laugh, “It’s really no problem, I never have to do much.” You look at her a little sudden, partly confused by what she means.
She notices.
“There’s never much to clean. And, Megumi is neat, he cleans after himself well. You know, I babysit for a few other families and their houses are always a mess and most kids around Megumi’s age needed to be reminded when to clean up, do their homework or when to turn off the tv but not yours.”
“Usually, the husband and kids make a mess and the wife follows them around, cleaning after them.” Uta says, lightheartedly.
She doesn’t notice the way your face seems to drop despite the smile etched on your face, and the way you mindlessly nod at her words. “I guess other families are like that.” You say, trying to keep the smile on your face.
Uta nods, blissfully unaware of the true meaning behind the look on your face, “I hope I get a husband like yours. He puts stuff back in their place without you having to ask, takes care of your child so you don’t need to worry. I think my mom would feel a bit sad if she didn’t have to do that stuff for us.”
You know she doesn’t mean to hurt you, but it feels like she’s twisted the knife that’s been stabbed into your heart.
You force the tight lip smile to remain biding the young girl a goodbye, before shutting and locking the door behind her. You slowly, and quietly walk down the hallway of your home, noticing the bedroom door of Megumi’s door propped open.
The tight held together expression you forced on your face softens, your eyes shining at the blissful expression on your son’s face. You step into his bedroom, leaning over his bed to get a closer look at your son’s face, a smile forming upon seeing his peaceful little face.
You listen to his steady breaths for a few more minutes before placing a soft peck on his forehead.
Stepping out of the room and in the direction of yours and your husband’s shared bedroom.
Once stepping into the chilly room, you don’t hesitate to peel your coat off your shoulders before sitting on your side of the mattress. Your eyes shift down towards the nightstand near your bed-frame, and for a second you hesitate before kneeling over to pry the drawer open wide.
You pull a large white envelope out from under a few books you shoved into the drawer — a poor attempt to keep the envelope hidden.
Gojo Law Firm Divorce Attorney is printed in the corner of the envelope. You stare at the words, the rhythm of your heart beginning to pound in your ears. Hearing the rattle of the door knob worsens the noise, your quick to shuffle around hiding the document and then rush in the direction of your closest.
While you change into a pair of silk pajamas, you hear your husband enter the house. The heavy footsteps of his boots hitting against the hardwood floors. He knocks once on the door of your bedroom, announcing his arrival before stepping into the bedroom.
Toji Fushiguro is silent, as he’s been most nights these past couple of months.
“Your home early,” You announce, no tone in your voice besides a hint of confusion seeing as you’ve become accustomed to his late hours leading him to enter around 2 am. He hums as a response, kicking his boots off and placing them in the corner of the bedroom.
You aren’t aware of the way his eyes follow you, nor do you notice the way his mouth keeps opening and closing before ultimately deciding against saying what’s on his mind.
“Will you be heading to bed?” You ask, walking towards your side of the bed and tossing the blanket to the side so you can climb in. You know the answer, he’d been sleeping on the living room couch for two months before realizing the rocking chair in Megumi’s room is far more comfortable.
You just want to know if you’ll be getting the whole bed too yourself again.
He shakes his head no, “Going to see Megumi, then I’ll come sleep with you.” Toji’s lying, he knows it and so do you.
Before you can say a word, he’s already slipping out the room — turning off the lights and closing the door on his way out.
With a frown on your lips, You can’t help let your mind wander back to Satoru’s question, “Do you ever wonder what life would’ve been like if we ended up together?”.
You wonder, How different would your life be if you’d continued to marry Satoru Gojo? How different would all your lives be if the accident never occurred?
You’re forced out of your thoughts by the ring of your phone, signaling you’ve received a text message. The message belongs to an unsaved number, and yet you know the numbers showcased by heart. Satoru Gojo.
unsaved number: do you want to go to brunch tomorrow? I’ll pay, and i’ll return your heels?
WAIT omg does the new jjk fic mean you watched JJK? Correct me if I’m wrong (it’s been a while) but I remember you making a post talking about possibly watching jjk cause of Toji? Or Noaya? Ignore this if im wrong lol
HOW DID YOU LIKE IT??
hiya yami ⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝ YES i have finally watched jjk & i love that you remember that <33 omg i did originally debate on watching jjk for noaya — then i was TRAGICALLY informed that he’s a piece of poop </3 BUT THEN toji came into my life and i fully got invested … how could i not?? he’s so FINEEE.
also jjk is so gooddd!! why didn’t you guys put me on sooner??? i think my fav characters ASIDE from my man are: maki, suguru, choso & yuji <3
goodbye will hurt me (but i’ll let the tears fall anyway)
pairings: toji fushiguro x f!reader, satoru gojo x f!reader
alexa play, good goodbye by hwasa: “goodbye will hurt me but i'll let the tears fall. even if i break in regret, i've loved us after all. it's okay, don't look back my way.”
summary. everyone warned you to stay away from toji fushiguro insisting the man's baggage would dim your light. they claimed, he was far too broken up by the loss of his ex-wife to ever truly love anyone else. yet, you went ahead and fell in love with him, and even decided to marry him becoming the (step)mother of his child. they didn't say: "i told you so," when the light in your eyes faded but you could see it written on their faces.
trigger/warning. non-sorcerer au, modern setting, rich characters, emotional breakdowns, prolonged crying, mild language, implied sexual context, mentions of death, age gap relationship — reader is in her mid 20s, toji is in his late 30s, written chapters, heavy angst, fluff?, love triangle between gojo x reader x toji, office?reader, lawyer!gojo satoru, high school sweethearts — satoru & reader, minor memory loss, alcohol, violence, blood, jealousy, lonely reader, insecurities, regret, groveling, complicated relationships, more tags in each chapter.
status. ongoing, posted: 4.26.26.
author's note. hiya! this was originally posted in january, i never updated due to lack of time but my schedule is opening so here we are <3 anyways, this is heavily based off the kdrama: hi bye, mama — strictly the plot surrounding minjeong and the struggles being a step-mother and the wife of a man who continues to mourn. i'm excited to be writing this but if it sucks, please forgive me …
y/n's moodboards: before marriage, after marriage.
good goodbye, act i.
chapter i, chapter ii, chapter ili, chapter iv, chapter v.
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i have a question for my moots, and honestly anyone who follows me and sees this … would you be confused if i decided to go by a nickname closer to my actual name? and if you just found out i’m not using my real name, i apologize and yes my real name isn’t kari [ some of you are probably looking like wonhee rn ] …
i want to go by mika bc it’s part of the nickname my cousins heavily use and i no longer hate it [ i actually kinda love it ] but i also don’t want to confuse anyone, so thots & opinions??
yuuji itadori and naruto uzumaki are too big and too clingy for your own good ˚.✦
You regret the moment you told your boyfriends that you run cold because now, every time you three cuddle together they just flop on top of you, four big ass arms wrapping around your body, their whole weight resting on yours and they fill your face with kisses and bites.
“I’m going to die,” you say, barely above a whisper because Naruto’s face is pressed right into your lungs as Yuuji is biting your cheek. “Please God, what did I do?” You look up, sighing while Naruto and Yuuji just burst out laughing. It’s so easy to make them laugh or blush with just a few words from you.
Naruto lifts his head just enough so his bright blue eyes can sparkle down at you, his grin spreading across his face like sunshine. His blond hair is all messy from rubbing against your shirt and he looks so stupidly happy it makes your heart do a little flip even while you’re being squished.
“Aw, c’mon babe, you’re not dying! You’re just getting the best heating system ever,” he says, he nuzzles back into your neck, leaving a trail of soft little kisses that tickle. “We’re just doing our boyfriend duty. Right, Yuu?”
Yuuji hums happily against your cheek, his teeth giving one last gentle nibble before he switches to peppering the spot with tiny kisses instead. His pink hair brushes your skin, and he smells like the strawberry candy he stole from your kitchen earlier. “Totally,” he mumbles, voice muffled because he refuses to pull away even an inch. “We’re keeping you warm. Super warm. The warmest. Can’t have our favorite person turning into an ice cube.”
You try to wiggle, but it’s hopeless. Two six-foot-something boyfriends are basically pressing you on the couch until you become one, and they’re way too strong for their own good. Or yours.
“You guys are too big,” you whine, but it comes out all soft and smiley because how can you stay mad when they’re looking at you like that? “I can’t even breathe properly. Naruto, your elbow is in my rib.”
Naruto gasps like you just told him the world is ending. He shifts immediately, but only so he can wrap that arm tighter around your waist instead. “Sorry, sorry! Better?” He plants a big, loud kiss on your forehead. “You’re so cute like this, it makes me wanna hug you forever.”
Yuuji nods so fast his hair flops into his eyes. He finally lifts his head, cheeks flushed pink and that bright grin of his making his whole face light up. “Yeah… you’re tiny compared to us. It’s the best.” He leans in and presses his lips to yours in a sweet peck, then immediately goes back to kissing your cheek like he’ll die if he stops. “I love you so much it’s kinda embarrassing. Like, I see you and my brain just goes ‘mine mine mine’ on repeat.”
Naruto laughs again, filling the whole room. He rests his chin on your shoulder so he can look at both of you. “Same! Every time you smile at me I feel like I’m gonna explode. You’re too perfect, you know that?” He sneaks in a little bite to your earlobe, gentle enough not to hurt but enough to make you squeak. “My cute little human heater. Wait, no, we’re the heaters. You’re the cute one.”
You can’t help it. A giggle bubbles up even as you’re still trapped under all that muscle and affection. “You two are so whipped,” you mutter, reaching up to thread your fingers through Naruto’s messy hair. He leans into your touch like a big puppy, eyes half-closing in pure bliss.
“Guilty,” Yuuji says without a single ounce of shame. He catches your other hand and brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles one by one. “I’d carry you around all day if you let me. Just so I can keep you close.”
Naruto nods eagerly. “We could take turns. Or both carry you at the same time. Bet we could make it work.”
You groan, but you’re smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. “You’re impossible. Both of you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Naruto agrees, voice going all soft and fond as he presses another kiss to your temple. “But you love us anyway.”
Yuuji snuggles even closer, if that’s possible, his big hand rubbing slow circles on your side. “And we love you more than anything. So just let us squish you a little longer, okay? For warmth. And because you’re our favorite person in the whole world.”
You sigh again, but this time it’s happy. The weight of them is heavy, sure, but it’s also safe and warm and full of so much love it feels like your chest might burst. “Fine, fine.”
a/n: the target audience for this is me, literally just me
author … the target audience for this is ME TOO bc OMG IMAGINE THEM AT THE SAME DAMN TIME ( and not just sexually ) both of them being my bfs would be a dream come true <333 my two sunshines, and me :)
i’m BEGGING you, please bless us with more of this duo. i’m flabbergasted, i can’t believe i never thought of this crossover (╥﹏╥)
Osamu whips around on instinct, confusion quickly taking over when he sees you storming straight toward him.
Fast. Angry.
Gorgeous.
He’s sure he’s never seen you before, but the way you’re looking at him, it seems you’ve definitely seen him.
You’re frowning, anger written all over your face, but all he can think is how unfair it is that someone this pissed off can look that good.
He barely has time to process what’s happening before you’re right in front of him, foot tapping, arms crossed, irritation rolling off you in waves.
“Hey asshole,” you snap, “I know you think you’re too good for this group project but if you don’t get your shit together I’m gonna shove your volleyball so far up your ass you’ll be tasting it for years”
Osamu blinks.
Once.
Twice.
“…Huh?”
“Don’t ‘huh’ me, you fake blonde” you fire back instantly.
Oh.
The dots finally connect in his brain, this is not about him. Unfortunately, that realization comes just a second too late, because you’re already going again, words sharp and relentless.
“Just because you think you’re hot shit doesn’t mean you get to ditch your part and leave the rest of us hanging!”
The dumbstruck look on his face does nothing to calm the anger burning in your stomach. You scoff, eyes rolling on instinct, “Helloooo? What, did you finally take one too many balls to the head?”
He knows he looks stupid right now. Feels it, too. Mouth slightly open, eyes stuck on you like he forgot how to function.
God.
He’s in love, has to be.
He opens his mouth, ready to correct you, maybe even flirt a little..
“Get your part done” you cut in, “You look fucking stupid in a hat, by the way”.
Ouch.
You flash him quick, biting smile, spinning on your heel and leaving in a silent fury.
He just stands there, heart beating way too fast for someone who just got verbally torn apart for no reason.
“…Man,” he mutters under his breath, a slow grin spreading across his face, “…Atsumu, yer so screwed.”
He continues his walk home like nothing happened, but your face is already burned into his brain.
That little frown.
The attitude.
The confidence.
The way you didn’t hesitate for even a second to go off on someone twice your size.
Yeah.
He doesn’t even bother fighting it.
He’s in love.
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A/N: Osamu “yes ma’am, whatever you say ma’am” Miya 🫡
he’s down bad.. got yelled at for no reason and thought hm yeah I want them bad
my literal reaction reading this while cleaning up my room …
we’re so real for this bc even though atsumu is attractive i’d still yell at the mf if it meant protecting my grades. osamu falling in love with us at first attitude is so attractive of him, no enemies to lovers bc that man is already weak in the knees for us 🤭 i need osamu miya so freaking bad <333
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