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Batman animation 👍🌟

[ere-the-sun-rises]

@frownyalfred OMG OMG OMG

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

mundane/domestic gojo headcannons

childhood bestfriend gojo who's version of flirting is positioning himself so he's always touching you 'accidentally' while orchestrating the entire situation with the precision of a criminal mastermind.

Exhibit 1: Study cafe day

It's a group study session and you're studying with geto, shoko and gojo. you're walking into the cafe when all of a sudden gojo is shoving you towards a wall seat in a booth. "i hate sitting next to the wall" he explains, but the whole time he's giving you next to no personal space (you're next to a fucking wall so there's no where to escape) and because of how disgustingly tall he is he knows that in order for you to leave the booth - perhaps to go to the toilet or get some napkins - you'd have to literally crawl over his lap. He's enjoying every second of it.

Exhibit 2: Grocery shopping

Guaranteed, grocery shopping with gojo is a nightmare. You want to get something from the top shelf? instead of him standing *next* to you and picking it up, he's standing *behind* you so you can feel him against your back, showing off how tall he is while grabbing your things. even though it's the exact product you asked him to get for you, he spends some time looking over the shelf, picking up random items, reading their labels... "can you hurry up?" you huff, while his hoodie - tinged with tints of mint and his green apple fabric softener - brushes against your hair. "just have to make sure it's not expired." he grins.

"gojo, i asked you to pick up a sponge."

Exhibit 3: Winter days

The weather shows even a hint of chill in the air? Suddenly your warmth is his top priority that he'd fight with all of his might for. "let me hold you hand, you don't wanna get frostbite" he'd say, immediately grabbing your hand without giving you a say in the matter. Sitting next to you? he's lazily wrapping his arms around your shoulder, explaining he felt you shivering. he'd definitely use the cold as an excuse to cuddle. "i mean, we're both cold, so we need to preserve heat...y'know?"

he acts like everything's no big deal, but the truth is, he's planned these events WEEKS in advance. someone should sign him up for braodway, because he might seem nonchalant and relaxed, but his heart is beating faster than a bullet train and he's sweating buckets.

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

'Just A Kiss' - Todoroki x Fem OC - Part 1

Wren's father is the notorious Endeavor's sidekick. Envious, jealous and greedy, Wren is thrust into hero training at an early age because of her father's failed career.

Her end goal? Its not to become the greatest hero.

It's to beat Shoto Todoroki.

She's always running, running, running to catch up to Endeavor's son, Shoto Todoroki. But instead of running ahead of him, a series of incidents causes her to end up running into his arms instead..

Au: Classic enemies to lovers. This is the prologue btw.

My father has always had an inferiority complex. You can’t blame the guy - being the sidekick of a pro hero is hard to be happy about. Especially for a man as prideful as Hita Oizawa. 

As a young girl, I should’ve been happy that my father never spoke of his job, or his employer, inside of the stone walls of our house. It sickened father and he wouldn’t allow anyone to utter the number two hero’s name at home, even out of his own mouth.

He channeled that resentment elsewhere. 

His anger towards his failure at a pro hero career resulted in determination to make me the next number one hero, even when I was a little girl.

“Again.” His gruff voice ordered. 

I heaved out ragged breaths, my chest struggling to rise and fall. “We’ve been at this for hours.” My small limbs ached and my head pounded as if a sledgehammer was hitting it repeatedly. I wouldn’t have put it pass my father to do so. 

“You’re not doing it well enough Wren. Again.”

Obeying his command - obliging was better than rebelling - I once again heaved up the heavy rock from our backyard and slammed it onto the unearthed soil. The ground shook beneath us and my knees buckled from the impact. From behind me, standing with his arms crossed in the shade of the veranda, I could sense his disappointment rolling off of him in waves. “Can we finish now?” My voice came out high pitched - hopeful. Day in, day out, I was forced to train in that very backyard. Picking up and tossing the earth. Mending it over again. Growing and summoning. Dying and languishing. 

“You picked up less than last time.” 

“But Father I-“

“His son recently mastered both of his quirks Wren. You can’t even master one.”

His words were laced with venom, and they cut to my core. 

It was no secret that my father had wanted a son. He got a daughter. 

It was blatantly obvious that he expected great things from me. I always underpreformed.

He never hid the fact that he wanted me to be the best. And I was always second to Shoto Todoroki.

Standing in the glaring sun with every muscle in my body screaming in overexertion and tears burning in my eyes, it became clear that my father and I had at least one thing in common.

We were desperately running behind a Todoroki, grasping at air to catch up. And we absolutely despised them and ourselves for it. 

Across the street, Endeavor’s hearty laugh from inside his house rang out over the roaring in my ears.

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

PR STUNT - Gojo Satoru

Synopsis: After crashing the Met Gala, publicist Y/n set her celebrity client Gojo Satoru on a charming PR stunt with the daughter of the CEO of a fashion brand to patch things up. Uncooperative, Y/n has to step in and pretend to be her in a romantic photoshoot.

Word count: 1.1k of pure comedy and fluff.

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“Okay now hold hands.” 

His hands met the clammy palms of Ms Beaumont’s and Satoru positively wanted to die.

I’m too rich to be forced to do this, Satoru mentally groaned.

He was a poor tortured soul, forced to enter into a publicity stunt after he accidentally crashed the met gala.

“I didn’t mean to show up drunk and half naked!” He wailed. 

Y/n, his publicist of five years, was giving him hell.

You were absolutely done with his shenanigans. You and his pr team decided to force him through an eight month long publicity stunt with the daughter of a major fashion brand.

“It’s to make people think that you appreciate and respect the fashion industry.” You explained, giving him a seething glare. He pouted. “I do appreciate the fashion industry! Whatever I wear, I still look hot!”

You stared at him, unblinking, wondering how in the world you ended up with such a client.

Leaving the room with laptop in hand and much needed coffee in the other, he called out in a hurry. “Everyone thought that showing up shirtless was a stylistic choice!”

So there you guys were. You were overseeing a very fake looking photoshoot in which Satoru and Ms Beaumont were strolling through central park, looking very much in love.

Well, Satoru kept refusing to even touch Ms Beaumont, and Ms Beaumont was glued to her phone screen.

“Okay, this isn’t working.” The photographer was pissed. You all were - you were only keeping it together because Ms Beaumont and Satoru had enough money combined to buy a country. The photographer sat Ms Beaumont down on a bench and cornered her, while a makeup artist was touching up Satoru.

“I need you to look at Satoru like he is the best thing you’ve ever seen.” The photographer said. He was basically talking to a brick wall - she was scrolling through instagram. “He isn’t though.” She monotoned, bored out of her mind. “Well I need you to pretend that he is!”

She stopped scrolling and looked up at the photographer like he was the dumbest person alive. 

He paused, stepped away for a second, and breathed deep and hard to calm himself down. When he returned, his mouth was pinched and he was borderline crying. “Look, just picture something you love the most, or something that makes you extremely happy. Then picture it pasted onto Satoru’s face. Can you do that?”

He was speaking to her like she was a child. She nodded, yawned, then commented several fire emojis under a shirtless man’s post. 

“Don’t do that.” The photographer had tears streaming down his cheeks now. He shook his head. “You’re in love with Satoru. You can’t be-“ He snatched the phone off of Ms Beaumont aggresively - “commenting on other men’s posts.”

**

Take two was going well. The photographer’s advice was working wonders - Ms Beaumont was actually smiling and looking at Satoru happily (miracle!) and Satoru was holding her hand! (he looked a little frightened, nothing photoshop can’t fix).

The photographer was taking fake paparazzi photos of the two of them. They were taking a casual stroll, and the photographer was taking shots in rapid procession to make it look candid and organic.

Big mistake - he captured the progression of the most funniest thing you had ever seen in your life.

All of a sudden, Ms Beaumont reached up, grasped a clump of Satoru’s white hair, and yanked it as hard as possible towards her.

“OOW!” He yelped.

“GET HER AWAY FROM ME!” He RAN behind the production crew and hid behind his manager, actual TEARS in his eyes. “SHE’S A PSYCHO!”

“Why would you do that?” The photographer screeched.

She shrugged and grabbed her phone out of her bag. “You told me to imagine he was something I loved. When I see a birkin bag, I want to grab it.”

**

Legal action.

Satoru was threatening legal action.

As his publicist, a law suit is just about the worst thing that he could do.

Drunkenly crashing the met gala shirtless and then filing a lawsuit against his alleged girlfriend all in one month is enough to send you into cardiac arrest.

The sun was setting fast. Golden hour was rapidly approaching. Ms Beaumont won’t be in New York City for the next two months - you needed to get those photos.

You took out your phone to check your emails. Dazedly scrolling through sponsorship opportunities, hate mail and fashion companies wanting to sue Satoru, the photographer suddenly placed his palm on your shoulder.

“You know, when you’re bent over your screen like that you remind me a lot of Ms Beaumont.” 

You paused. “..Thank you.”

He earnestly nodded. “You have the same hair colour and height. Good camera angles and a little bit of touching up is all you need to look like her.”

“What?”

He sighed, exasperated. “Look at her.”

Ms Beaumont was taking selfies of her outfit.

“This isn’t working. They have no chemistry and they’re scattered across the globe half the time. Why don’t you just pretend to be her? You resemble her a lot now that I think about it.”

oh no.

**

Your feet were shoved into heels. You hair was quickly straightened. Your entire outfit was worth more than everything you earned in the past two years. 

And Satoru’s arm was firmly fastened around your waist.

He got over the whole hair grabbing ordeal suspiciously quickly, cheering up exponentially when he was told that you were replacing Ms Beaumont. He practically skipped back into position.

You were positioned away from the camera so that it wasn’t obvious that you weren’t Ms Beaumont. Your face was, essentially, stuffed into Satoru’s chest.

Against the hollow click - click of the camera’s shutter, Satoru warmly chuckled. He inclined his head downward, his forehead touching yours rather intimately.

“YES!” The photographer squealed.

“You feel stiff.” He whispered, voice low in the limited space between your lips.

He wrapped his other arm around your waist and gently guided you into a more relaxed position. “That’s better.” He smiled, thickly lashed eyelids slightly lowering. His blue eyes hungrily scanned your eyes, then your cheeks, then your lips.

You were getting madly sweaty.

“Am I making you nervous?” He teased.

Yes, yes you are.

“No.”

You looked away.

“You only make me nervous when you do stupid stuff in public.” You scolded.

He chuckled again and cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him only. “I should do stupid stuff more often.”

“What?” You hissed. 

He laughed harder, more…affectionately?

“I get to spend more time with you when I do.”

You flashbacked to the long, long night of scoldings you gave him at the office the night after the met gala incident.

The sound of the camera stopped, and the photographer looked faint with relief.

“That’s a wrap!” He cried.

Reluctantly, Satoru let go of your face, the memory of your eyes and lips still engrained in his mind.

He watched you scurry off red faced with a smile and a wild, erratic beating in his heart that he hoped you couldn’t feel.

The next eight months didn’t seem so terrible after all.

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

New Chapter!

Sorry for not being on my tumblr grind...but I am active on Ao3!

The second chapter of 'In Swords and Jewels' is up here.

In Swords and Jewels is a Knight Gojo x Noble OC historical romance au<3

Here's a small excerpt:

“I said I’m leaving the knight corps.” The words sounded like an effort to get out.

Toji didn’t turn his back. If he did, Satoru would’ve seen his face soften in a way he’d never seen before. No one had seen him like that - except one person, long, long ago.

“If you’re too in love to think of anything else, think of this.” His voice was casual, but somehow it carried depth. Layers. Years and years of some imperceptible emotion to Satoru.

“The Emperor won’t like losing his best knight to a woman.”

Bitterness. Why was his voice bitter?

“The Emperor will do whatever it takes to keep you in the corps.”

Satoru didn’t understand where this was coming from.

“A word of advice. If you want to keep your woman, stay in the corps.”

A glance behind him at Satoru. His eyes weren’t mournful. At least not anymore. They were dark with memory.

“We leave at dawn.”

He left, slamming the door behind him.

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

Just uploaded the first chapter of my Gojo x Oc ff (historical au) on ao3!!

You can find it here.

Here is the summary!

Aoi Ito grew up in the inner palace. Jewels, silk, it all ran in her veins. It was expected to continue on in the bloodline of the Ito family.. Until Aoi fell in love with a Knight.

Dirty, dirty vermin, bottom of the food chain according to the nobility - it would never be possible. But Gojo Satoru had a way of loving Aoi like it was as easy as breathing.

If only it was that simple. Thrown apart by an incoming war - nothing would ever be the same.

In Swords and Jewels, we all become fools.

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

“Heart-throb lead singer Satoru Gojo is probably the most problematic celebrity in social media right now. He’s not problematic in a bad way - he’s just a downright lunatic.

There’s a trend on Tiktok where people would google any date on the calendar and see just what kind of scandal Satoru had gotten into on that day. Something would always pop up.

Kidnapping a baby monkey from the zoo? January 16.

 Heatedly arguing with an old lady over the price of some socks, even though he’s a billionaire? March 21.

Creating a diss track of fellow band mate Suguru Geto, then sheepishly putting it down and insisting that it was never created? August 9.

Being Satoru Gojo’s publicist must be a nightmare.”

You hate it when coffee gets sticky on the sides of your mug. It reminded you that you’ve been on the job for far longer than you should have. And truth be told, you have! The article you just read was officially article 69 that night that you had taken down, and in a way you didn’t want to banish it into the world of 404s.

Being Satoru Gojo’s publicist WAS a nightmare.

Overworked, underpaid, always stressing about the next crazy thing he would do…you were at your wits end.

Time after time you would bail him out of the toughest and stickiest of situations, without even a thank you!

You were fairly certain that Satoru Gojo would be the death of you.

(Lead singer Satoru x Publicist y/n, should this be a series?)

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

academic rival gojo.

Of course he doesn't study at all and STILL gets the highest mark.

academic rival gojo.

Of course you bust your ass everyday to study and STILL end up second place.

academic rival gojo.

Of course he rubs it in your face that he's better than you.

academic rival gojo.

Of course he's been in love with you ever since you declared you'd beat him.

academic rival gojo.

Of course he finds it adorable when you get mad at him.

academic rival gojo.

Of course HE never viewed it as a rivalry.

academic rival gojo.

Of course the only reason he goes to school is because of you.

academic rival gojo.

Of course he never felt prouder when you finally beat him.

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

waking up to all the notes on a recent post feels like christmas morning tbh

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

Hiii i lovee your ficsss and i especially love the red string of fate workkk you should definatelyyy make that a seriesss

Thank you anon!!!

I shall deliver🫡

First part of the red string series here

(this is a gojo satoru fanfic btw)

Tag: @sapphireandange

-Quick overview-

In this world where the mythical red string that connects you to your soulmate exists, the type of string indicates what your relationship will be like.

Y/n's string is perfect and smooth, indicating that her relationship with her soulmate will be perfect.

Unfortunately for Y/n that luck doesn't extend very far because her soulmate keeps trying to sever the bond (which causes pain to both parties) and Y/n is currently unemployed. But have no fear! In this chapter, she gets recruited for the job as a manager at Jujutsu Tech.

Fingers crossed her new boss isn't an egotistical prick whose red string is connected to hers!!!😍😍😍

**

“Jesus Gojo. This would be your…twenty sixth manager this year?” Shoko picked up the records from the table, eyes widened with incredulity. Gojo shrugged, clearly taking it as a compliment. “I’ve scared off all of them.” Pride was laced in his words. “It says here that your seventeenth manager didn’t even last a day - what do you do to your managers?” Nanami looked over Shoko’s shoulders, then back at Gojo disapprovingly.

“Nothing. My presence is too great for their puny little weakling brains.” He crossed his arms, and Nanami understood why those managers all left. Gojo was, for lack of a better word, an absolute prick to anyone who was weaker than him so…he was a prick to everyone.

“I’m supposed to be meeting my new manager today actually.” Gojo grinned like a hunter meeting prey. “What was your bet again?” Gojo said as an afterthought. Nanami thought bets were pointless, but nontheless he still raised a bet. “I bet $50 that your new manager won’t last a week.” 

Shoko chuckled. “You’re too kind Nanami. I bet $100 that they won’t last a day.”

**

Okay Y/n. This is it, you thought.

The only thing seperating you and your future boss were the tatami doors in front of you. You thought you were having a conniption.

He’s NOT going to be as bad as you think he’s going to be, you reasoned. Brains just have a tendancy for expecting the worst.

Right?

With that optimistic though in your head, you slid the doors to the side and stepped in.

Your boss was sitting face first on the table, completely motionless. HIs hair was white - you’ve never seen anyone with that kind of hair before.

God, his stillness was offputting. It was almost like he was-

DEAD? Terror seized your gut and sirens immediately began to shriek in your head.

You were panicing, freaking out, and you had absolutely no idea what to do. If you were the main character of a shounen anime, perhaps you would’ve checked the body, or done something heroic. But you, Y/n, were a failed jujutsu sorceror. 

So naturally you reached for the tatami doors to get out-

Someone grabbed your wrist.

You turned around, surprised there was someone else in the room.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!” 

You supposedly ‘dead’ boss was standing, completely alive and well, somehow crossing the room in literal milliseconds. “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was deep and rough. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, turning his back to you to look out the windows overlooking Jujutsu Tech. He stretched, his yawn obnoxiously loud.

“To the…bathroom!” You wanted to melt into a puddle in the ground and evaporate. “You’re my new manager. But I call the shots around here.” He said, broad back still facing you. You nodded, then realised he couldn’t see you nodding. “Yes. Okay.” 

“First rule as your boss: you’re not allowed to go to the bathroom when you’re on duty.” 

…what.

You blanched. 

How the hell were you supposed to do your business?

You bit your tongue. Remember Y/n...you’ll get paid. Your first paycheck. Come on….you urged yourself not to run out of the room.

“Okay.”

“Second rule. You’re not allowed to raise your voice above 60 decibels. Your scream nearly made me go deaf.”

You seriously didn’t know how you could tell how loud your voice was at all times, but you forced yourself to picture the feeling of the smooth, paper envelope. How the envelope slightly bulged in the middle, due to the money inside. You imagined yourself peeling it open and taking out the money- 

“Third rule. I expect you to answer me whenever I tell you something.” His voice was already disapproving, and he turned around to coldly asses you, his blue eyes sharper than knives-

He stopped dead.

For some reasons, without even initiating the red string vision, it flickered to life. 

Huh? You thought. You glanced down at your ring finger. 

Why is the vision on…? You wondered as you followed the thick red string further, and further…

Until it tied in a neat bow on your boss’ ring finger.

[ziyuanyuan1113]

Christmas if Gojo, Shoko and Geto had been able to raise Megumi, Tsumiki, Nanako and Mimiko together (Featuring Nanami)

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

Your older brother Suguru always brought his idiotic best friend from the basketball team around after school. 

He would always get on your nerves. Not only was he loud and annoying, but he was also stupidly attractive. Whenever Satoru was around, you knew that you would not be getting any work done at home.

He somehow knew what effect he had on you. He would wink or blow you kisses when he saw you around the house, but always behind Suguru’s back. If Suguru knew that Satoru was flirting with his younger sister, he would lose his mind. 

Unfortunately for you, procrastination decided to be a real pain and you had a lengthy essay that was due tomorrow morning. 

It was time to fully lock in. The blinds were drawn, your phone was hidden from arms reach and your noise cancelling headphones were in. You were ready for battle.

You could barely hear the knock on your door. You turned around, saying “come in!”

Your older brother peeked his head through the door. “Hey sis. Just letting you know that-“

You nodded, brushing him off. He always gave you a heads up when Satoru was visiting. Satoru was always hanging out with Suguru in his room, almost every day of the week. 

It was a common occurance now, so you didn’t bat an eye when Suguru notified you of someone coming over.

For the next eight hours you were in full focus. Your noise cancelling headphones were expensive, but boy were they a good investment. You couldn’t hear Satoru’s pitchy voice, or his raucous laughter. 

It was now nearly midnight, and you were starving. You made your way to the kitchen, noise cancelling headphones playing music from your phone, when you sensed a pair of eyes staring at you from the living room.

Rather, multiple pairs of eyes. 

You failed to notice that Suguru had invited his entire basketball team over today, instead of just Satoru. 

You startled and dropped a glass cup of water, the entire thing breaking in two in what felt like the loudest possible way.

You were suddenly conscious of the comfortable form fitting shorts that you had outgrown years ago, and the tank top that dipped a little bit too low for comfort that you were wearing. It was even worse now that you were blushing beet red and bending over to scoop the glass up.

Where was your brother when you needed him? He was nowhere to be seen!

“Don’t do that.” Satoru now stood crouching in front of you, his broad shoulders covering you from his teamates veiw. “You’ll hurt yourself.” He swept the shattered glass into a dustpan and brush. After he was done, he gently held your wrists and inspected your hands. “You’re lucky you didn’t cut yourself.” His blue eyes pierced yours. Suddenly his gaze dipped downwards, onto what you were wearing. You felt the colour return to your cheeks immediately. “I-I’m fine.” You snatched your arms out of his grasp. You stood up immediately and he did too, casually trying to cover you up.

“Suguru never told me that his little sister was hot.” Naoya, the captain of the basketball team commented. “If I knew that I’d have hosted more get togethers here.” The rest of the basketball team snickered, and white hot rage turned Satoru’s blue eyes into a stormy grey. “Shut the f*ck up Naoya.” His voice was lethally low, the complete opposite of his usual pitchy keen.

Naoya whistled. “Sorry. I didn’t know she was taken.” 

Satoru glared in silence.

“I-Is she actually your girlfriend?” Naoya bursted into laughter. Condescending, rude laughter that sounded like forks scratching against plates. “So what if she is?” All the anger had dissipated from Satoru’s face. There was now a cool mask of indifference with a hint of playfulness. 

“Seriously? The school playboy Satoru Gojo is dating her?” 

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” He challenged.

You stood there, face whipping back and forth between Satoru and Naoya. “Hey Satoru!”

Your voice sounded unnaturally stiff. “Why don’t we continue watching The Office in my room? We still haven’t finished off the episode we were on!” Your voice cracked at the word ‘still’, and it looked like Satoru was fighting tremendously hard to keep himself from laughing.

“Sure thing sweetie.”

**

“Okay why the f*ck am i only now hearing from Naoya, f*cking Naoya that you’re dating my sister?”

Suguru was angry.

Murderously, terrifyingly angry.

*planning on making this a fake dating kinda thing, part 2 coming...*

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

The red string of fate.

It tied around your finger and led you to where your soulmate was. Regardless of who you were, everyone had one.

The strings were indicative of what the relationship would be like if the soulmates ever met.

For some, it was frayed and coming apart. For a minority, it was tangled with knots. For the majority, it was thin and barely even there.

But for God’s chosen select spirits, it was smooth and thick, gleaming with a glassy sheen and basically indestructible.

And, Gojo added with distaste as he stared at his ring finger, tied in a little neat bow.

It was no secret that Gojo was God’s favourite. His looks, his inherited curse technique…but having a perfect soulmate story? Really?

Due to his six eyes, he could see the string all the time. He wasn’t like other people, who could make it appear and disappear as they pleased. It was always there. Eating? It was there. Sleeping? It was there.

It could filter through walls and lead you to the direction your soulmate was, the other end of the string being tied to your soulmate’s hands. It could stretch and-

“ow!” Y/n gasped.

-if you tried to cut it, it would send a searing pain to both parties’ hearts.

“He tried to cut it again?” Y/n’s best friend Ichigo sighed. Her head rested on her left hand while her right hand held a giant mug of coffee. “Mhm,” Y/n responded. She was browsing the web for job opportunities at the local cafe. “Ooh! There’s this job offer at a nearby bank.” Y/n turned her laptop so Ichigo could see. Y/n was used to the pain now. At least once a month her soulmate tried to cut their string, to no avail. Y/n learned to be indifferent to this. She could still find love - not everyone ends up with their soulmate.

“Hey, What’s that?” Ichigo pointed a carefully manicured finger at a job proposal on the side of the screen. “Holy crap! It says Jujutsu tech!” 

“NO!” Y/n gasped, disbelief written across her face. She snatched the laptop out of Ichigo’s hands and her eyes traced back and forth the words of the job advertisement.

*Manager Job applications open* Right next to the advertisement was a funny little badge.

And Y/n knew exactly what that badge meant.

This was a job application for Jujutsu Sorcerors.

Unfortunately for Y/n, not everyone with cursed energy was cut out to be a Jujutsu sorceror. But Y/n had experience in corporate workplaces. She would definitely snag this job. 

She would 100% be a manager.

“Hopefully I’m not the manager of some bratty kids.” Y/n sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Wouldn’t it be worse if you were the manager for some snotty Special Grade?”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “God, that would be so terrible. Imagine being at the beck and call of a stuck up prick!”

Little did Y/n know, she wouldn’t have to imagine it for long.

(part 2 here)

[bluecoffeebeanz]

domain expansion - kiss kiss fall in love! 🤪

Prints <3

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

Your clan of jujutsu sorcerors weren’t in the top three, but they weren’t far behind. They were in the top four.

In prestigious jujutsu clans, the matter of carrying the bloodline was of great importance. Your older sister, powerful, beautiful and amazingly kind was constantly getting marriage proposals left and right.

It was the night of a great banquet celebrating your older sisters 30th birthday. She was already running 40 minutes late…

Suddenly the lights dimmed and the projector started lowering itself out of nowhere. A video flashed into life-

“Hey guys. You must be wondering where I am right now. As you are watching this, I will be on a one way trip to America.”

Your older sister sat in front of the camera, confessional youtube video style.

Loud gasps resounded across the hall. You felt your stomach churn, the dinner you had earlier threatening to make a reappearance. 

“Don’t bother looking for me.”

She crossed her arms. “I decided to leave for the better. After all, It was hard on me and my wife to live so far apart from eachother.”

An outrage spread all around you. “What is the meaning of this?” Your father roared.

You had no idea when your sister got married. But go her.

“To my younger sister…goodbye and good luck.”

The video dimmed, leaving the dinner hall in darkness and utter chaos.

Good luck? What could she mean by that-

It suddenly dawned on you. 

Without your older sister, you were now the first candidate for marriage.

**

“You are seriously strange if you think for one moment that I’ll agree to marry Zenin Naoya. He literally handed me a terms and conditions folder of everything I can and can’t do if we get married!” Arguing with your father felt like arguing with a brick wall. 

“He is in line to be the next head of-“ A knock on the door stopped your father from another one of his rants. You sighed in relief. “Don’t allow in any late comers. Meeting time ended two minutes ago.” Your father ordered.

For the past six, that’s right, six hours of the day, you and your father met with suitors who were asking you for your hand in marriage. 

The guard at the door looked increasingly nauseous. “Sir-“

The door suddenly blasted open, splinters of wood flying everywhere. Your father ducked and you felt existensial dread. You knew who was behind that door.

“My dear, sorry I’m late.” Casually stepping around the carnage as if it was nothing, Gojo Satoru sauntered in with all his 6’3 might. 

You felt a migraine coming in.

Ever since the first year of highschool, Gojo Satoru had been hopelessly besotted with you. He’s asked for your hand in marriage four different times. With four. Different. Rings.

“What is this Gojo.” You stared blankly at the ROCK sitting on a thick band of gold. You and Gojo just finished up a mission together, and, covered in a curse’s guts, he dropped to one knee and brought out a ring. “You declined the last three times so I figured you wanted a bigger diamond.”

That same man was now standing around your ruined meeting room with a sheepish smile on his face. “I-I actually didn’t get you a ring this time.” He had the audacity to look shy. “I hope you forgive me…”

“You don’t need to get me a diamond abomination to propose. I’ll reject you, ring or no ring.” You replied with a lethal smile. “Why are you here Satoru.” You wanted this man out. 

“Why else would I be here? I’m asking if I can be your husband.” His face wasn’t playful anymore. He was dead serious.

You were about to reject him for the fifth time, but then your eyes landed on Naoya’s thick terms and conditions booklet, then you remembered the multitude of old, decaying men that were basically salivating while looking at you, and sighed.

“Fine.”

“YES. There’ll be donkeys and-“

“We’re having a small wedding ceremony.”

He frowned. Obviously, he had planned out the entire wedding ceremony out meticulously, donkeys and all.

“We can work on it.” 

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

When the strongest isnt quite the strongest anymore...

“Keep on fighting! One day, I hope we can both climb higher in the ranks!” 

You got challenged in a duelling ring by a random white haired and blue eyed jujutsu sorceror. You knew you were a weakling, (your family never fails to remind you of that) but man! That man was so easy to defeat!

He put up a good fight, but he was no match for you. Since you were apparently a grade 4 sorceror, this poor man must have been on the most bottomest rank possible.

After the initial shock of realising he had an infinity around him, you bypassed it quite easily and took the victory home.

That very man now stared with you with shock written all over his face. “You…beat me?”

You nodded. You felt bad for him. You knew how hard life was being weak. “Well, I am a grade four sorceror though. I still have a long way to go.” You felt embarrassed for some reason. At the big age of 24, you were still a grade four sorceror.

You’ve lived a sheltered life up until that point, your clan operating anonymously and therefore homeschooling you on jujutsu techniques. Everything you knew about jujutsu was from them.

“You’re a grade four sorceror?” Amusement tinged his voice. Annoyance caused you to clench your fists. “Yes.”

“Says who?” He started laughing. “My family?” You began to pack up your belongings as you planned on leaving the fighting ring. You needed to get back soon, or your family would find out you weren’t, in fact, grocery shopping.

They hardly ever allowed you to use your technique outside of the training room. You needed actual training, and that was why you signed up for one on one duelling. This was your first match - and already the ring was destroyed.

He looked thoughtful for a second. “What family?” You didn’t feel inclined to answer him, but pity for his sorrowful state compelled you to. “It’s not a big jujutsu clan. We’re called the Norikamis.”

HIs face became more and more animatedly amused by the minute. “Huh. And your name is?” 

You zipped up your bag and took a big gulp of water. “Norikami Y/n.”

“Ah. Hello Norikami Y/n.” He looked at you expectantly, as if he wanted you to ask who he was. You only stared back.

He pouted. “My name is Gojo Satoru.”

You spat out your second gulp of water. “You wish buddy.” You said, laughter shaking your shoulders. He stood up and put his hands on his hips. “What makes you think I’m lying?”

“Gojo Satoru is the strongest sorceror of our generation.” You glared at him pointedly. “I beat you in like, two blows.”

He sighed like he was dealing with a child and dug around in his pockets, before pulling out a wallet. He slid out a card and held it out to you.

A picture of the white haired and blue eyed male was headlined with the name Gojo Satoru. An ID card.

Your jaw hung open.

“I’m not the liar in this situation, Y/n.”

His mischevious smile looked so punchable.

“I think It’s time for a long family discussion.”

[ilovelovewithallmyheart]

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