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Just a lil place for me to share fandom content~(TADC Request Closed)~

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Well, where y'all at? 🤔

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In Your Feels

About; Satoru Gojo is blessed to having such a caring wife. However, that also means there's a high chance he'll get snuggled to death and drenched in tears once a new season of a notorious show he stars in airs.

Tags/Includes; Actor's Au, Actor Gojo, silliness, reader being in their feels cuz Saturo is too damn good of an actor, fluff, fluff/comfort, cannon be damned, mention/referral to Hidden Inventory and S2

◉A/N: is this a self comfort fic? absolutely. it's alluded that the world of jjk is still a thing in some aspects, but honestly anyone can read this as just purely an actors au with Gojo being a teacher as his main job

Keys jingle as Satoru Gojo tosses them into a bowl left by the entrance to his shared home, a loud dramatic sigh leaving his lips as he kicks off his shoes and drops his teachers bag.

“Hey hon, I’m home!”, he calls out, ears open for the pitter patter of feet.

Unusually, the white haired man is met with silence, and Satoru knows for sure now that something is up. The first tip off should have been the silent greeting of a quiet house instead of a loud proclamation of his name the minute the door opened.

“Hun?!”, he calls out once more, worry quickly settling in his bones.

Finding the social areas of the home empty, Saturo quickly makes his way to your room, his pace quickening when whispered cries echo down the hall. He curses under his breath, regretting having actually stayed back for once to finish grading some student work. With the several events his school had attended leading up to the release of the latest JJK season, he had put off his main job as one of the teachers. Sure, it wouldn’t have been the first time he dodged actual academic responsibilities, but after Principle Yaga had given him quite the talking to and finding out that Nanami had quietly picked up some of his work, Saturo figured he should actually do his main job for once.

Opening the door to the bedroom to hear the full on sobs of his wife, however, made him really regret that decision.

Satoru was quick to walk over to you, especially the moment you turned to face him with a puffy tear stained face. No time was given for him to ask what was wrong, when you'd suddenly reached out to snatch him into a practically near death hug.

“Satoru!! I’m so sorry! I-“, you couldn’t even finish your sentence before breaking down again.

Your poor husband was both highly concerned and confused, when the sounds of familiar music reached his ears. It was then he noticed what had caused you such turmoil. Playing on the large tv across from the bed was the ending credits to episode 29 of Jujutsu Kaisen, and everything instantly clicked.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay.”, Satoru coed with a small smile, sitting down on the edge of the bed to hold his distraught wife better.

“No it’s not! I mean I know it will be, but it’s noooot!”, you continued to sob.

“It’s just so unfair what happened to all of you! None of you deserved any of that!”

Satoru had to bite his lip to stifle a giggle. Seeing his wife in such a state because of a tv show was honestly quite silly in an endearing way.

“Baby, you know it’s not actually what happened though, yeah? We’re all okay and still friends-“

“I don’t know if I want to hit Suguro or give him a hug!”, you chocked out, leaning back some to glare up at Satoru with watery eyes.

At that he couldn’t hold back his laugh.

“We just hung out with him and Ieiri yesterday! He even brought you cookies from his mom!”

“So?!”, you screeched out, smashing your face back into Satoru’s uniform to continue crying.

Satoru simply continued to laugh, one hand coming up to ruffle your hair before leaving a kiss atop your head.

“Oh my sweet honey bun, the empath that you are.”

Muffled by his now damp shirt, Satoru chuckled at your curt response for him to shut it. Despite finding the situation a tad silly and all, Satoru couldn’t help but to still feel a bit bad. Even though you both knew it wasn’t real, he hated seeing you so upset by the events played out. Much like how he was good at everything, it was no surprise that Satoru Gojo was also an absolutely phenomenal actor, but he did feel a guilty for having played everything out so convincingly well.

“How about this, let’s take a break and go out for some dinner? Then we can come back and watch a comfort show and cuddle with desert?”, he proposed, long fingers threading through your hair and lightly scratching your scalp.

A muffled “mhmm” followed by a loud sniffle was the only response Satoru received, but it was good enough for him, placing another gentle kiss to your head before pulling back to wipe at your cheeks.

“Good, now go wash that pretty lil face of yours while I change real quick mkay?”

With a nod you shuffled off the bed and for the bathroom, Satoru watching you scuttle off with a warm smile and even warmer eyes. It made his heart feel so incredibly full to know he had someone who cared so deeply for him and those he held close. To have someone there for all of them, someone who would go completely out of their way to make sure he and his friends were truly okay and looked after, was something undoubtedly special. Satoru Gojo knew he was so incredibly lucky to have such a compassionate person in his life, and he hoped that if there were any other, that they’d feel just as loved as he in this one. Though, perhaps he should slow you down from getting to the rest of season two and later.

With a mischievous smirk Satoru pulled out his phone to teasingly warn Nanami not to make any plans after his Shibuya Arc episode, already picturing his very caring wife hugging his blonde friend in a choke hold and tears.

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Anyways, disregarding my last post, here’s a sticker I made for my friend <3

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This is definitely me just ranting and raving but I broke so bad after finishing Hidden Inventory. Like y’all, I was full on sobbing in my friends place and she was just so shocked because we both honestly thought I wouldn’t lose it till the Shibuya Arc. I want to comfort Gojo so bad, actually I want to comfort all of them! Gojo for the absolutely massive weight of the world put on his shoulders, Geto for having gone through what happened to Amanai and what followed to influence his mindset, Amanai for having died right as she made the choice to live her life and then her death meaning nothing, and Nanami for losing his friend Haibara; just I want to be there for them and it sucks because obv I can’t and they just have no one around them to be! They got pushed in the ocean of angst and tragedy, revived, and then left freezing and wet to recuperate on their own. Sorry to be so dramatic and cringe y’all, it just hit me so hard

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His Own Undoing

Anon, “Could you do a little story where Jax hurts the readers feelings and then feels bad about it? Bunny bunny”

◉Story Notes: angst no fluff, hurt reader, Jax being an ahole yet again

~xXx~

He was beyond heated right now, and so were you. Jax could tell by the way you tried so hard not to shake with the furry of your frustration, but every time you talked with your hands, they'd give you away with how they shook. And who could blame you? Jax knew he was the reason for the argument you both were so fastened into. Yet, despite everything telling him to just shut the hell up and hear you out, there was still that part of him he always let take the reins. The part that threw up his walls and deflected with humor and insult. The part that he used as a shield because being open and vulnerable and talking like adults scared him.

"I'm serious, Jax! You can't just keep doing what you're doing! Eventually, you'll actually be alone, is that really what you want?!", you loudly exclaimed, memories of Pomni having pulled you aside after the awards show.

Despite holding herself together well, you could see it in her eyes just how hurt she actually was. Even if she was like you in the way of being able to see through Jax's stupid attempt to push her away, you both knew that his words and actions could still cut deep. It's how he found himself here, arguing with you in his room, all because Pomni asked if you could check on him and you did just that. It all started with a simple "Hey, you okay?", for Jax to steam roll right into a fight with you. Why couldn't he just have said he was? Why couldn't you just left him be? Why did you have to care?!

Jax scoffed, pupils full and seemingly staring right through you, his ignorant smile tugged across his face.

"Then maybe I'll finally get some peace, and not have to hear your constant yammering."

Despite the nonchalant air he held to himself, on the inside, Jax felt his chest twist at the way your eyes began to gloss.

"We both know that's not true. If it was then all those moments we spent talking, you spent talking, wouldn't have happened!"

A very brief moment of silence passed, and finally, you thought maybe he was actually coming to his senses. No, instead Jax's pupils only grew and his smile stretched achingly wider. His voice quiet, not yelling, spoke so smoothly, that he might as well have stabbed you in the heart with his next words.

"Oh that? I was just bored, doll. You really think I'd ever seriously be open with you. Please, I've never need anyone. Certainly not you."

The silence that followed was deafening.

"Scream. Say something. Hell, throw something at me. Anything.", Jax internally pleaded, your unresponsiveness tearing him apart.

Reactions are what he lived off of. It's how he knew his defensives were working. But to see you standing there, staring blankly at him, all emotion leaving your features he grew to adore, made something in him turn deeply cold.

You took a step back, turning on your heal and walking almost casually towards his door. The light from the circus peered in, illuminating your dead expression. A single tear rolled down your cheek, your voice calmer, empty.

"I'll give you some space. We clearly need it."

We. Not just him, but we.

That was the last thing you told him before the door shut and Jax was surrounded by the darkness of his room. Alone, just as you had said he'd end up.

Vision blurring with tears of his own, Jax felt his walls crumbling, taking every bit of him excusatingly with each piece. A yell of anguish bounced off his lonely room, followed by the thrashing of objects.

~xXx~

[sunny-knight]

POV you found your way into the void (you’re not allowed over there) (you’ll get totally spoiled)

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Beautiful chubby Ragatha for the soul

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Dance To Impress

@todpolle ,"TADC request: During an adventure in a bug kingdom Ragatha mets a cute NPC girl like a bee or something and Pomni tries to be a wingman for her. But Ragatha is afraid of messing up which leads to awkward comedy."

A/N: *squints at Ragatha as she hits up the Candy Kingdom Princess and chooses softball as an adventure* I know what you are!

~xXx~

Ragatha wasn't sure what was worse. The fact that Caine decided to throw the lot into a bug themed adventure, her developing a quick crush for one of the npc's, or actually being convinced to try and ask them out.

"I-I don't know, Pomni. It's been a while since I've done that. Maybe we could try something else?", Ragatha nervously suggested, her jester friend standing beside her with a hopeful smile.

"We could, but Kinger said bee's communicate through dance. Plus, Jax isn't here so now is a better time then when he is."

A shiver ran through the rag doll, a soft hand running down her face.

"Yeah, he's probably off trying to find a giant centipede to freak me out."

Pomni only gave her a lop sided smile, and gestured back to the npc of interest.

"Let's not think about that right now. Instead, think about how you're about to get a cute persons number. . .oh, and paying me back for telling Gangle I was flirting during our shift at Spudsys."

Ragatha covered her face, hazy memories of her on the stupid sauce and the uncharacteristic things she said and did coming back to mind.

"Again, I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean that, you know that right, Pomni?"

Pomni only chuckled, a slight mischievous smile to her.

"I know, I'm just messing with you. Now get going! Just like we rehearsed!"

Ragatha stumbled forward from Pomni's shove, nervously walking over to the npc who had quickly caught her attention. They were some sort of anthropomorphic bee, tall, beautiful, and standing with an air of pride. It had Ragatha's heart racing, seeing them casually examine their nails, cute antenna's twitching about.

"U-uhm, excuse me. . ."

Piercing eyes exuding indifference focused on Ragatha, and she deeply gulped. The poor doll was met only with silence, the bee staring at her, waiting. Peering over her shoulder, Ragatha looked back panicked towards Pomni. The other girl only gave her two thumbs up, a supportive smile to cheer on her friend.

"Well . . .here goes nothing.", Ragatha muttered out tensely.

Picking up her dress so that it wasn't fully in the way, Ragatha began to line dance.

Face hotter than a boiling swimming pool in the summer heat, Ragatha did everything she could to solely keep her mind on her foot work.

"Step right to side, cross left behind right, step right to side, touch left heel diagonally forward (clap). Step left to side, cross right behind left, step left to side, touch right heel diagonally forward (clap)", she reiterated in her mind, a country song she'd often heard at school dances or neighborhood cook outs replaying from memory.

By the time she finished, Ragatha was out of breath, taking a bow before the stunned bee npc. She could only look at the ground terrified of the npc's reaction to follow, and looked under back to Pomni.

Pomni stood back, a tight hand held over her mouth to keep from laughing, but still gave Ragatha a thumbs up. The doll only sent her friend a small glare, when a light tap to her shoulder had her nearly jumping out of her avatars skin.

"Ah! S-sorry!", she quickly apologized as the bee looked to her with. . .horror?

Oh no.

Pomni could see the situation clear from where she was, and even she felt a pit drop in her stomach at the bee's expression. Internally, she immediatley felt bad for Ragatha, and was about to make her way over to help when something the Bee said caught them both off guard.

"I'm so sorry, you must feel awful having lost your grandma that way!"

A moment of silence passed, Pomni and Ragatha exchanging utterly confused gazes, before simultaneously speaking.

"What?"

~xXx~

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She just a lil creature _(:3 」∠)_

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Passing Boundaries

Anon, "Pomni about to lose it/panic the hell out while on an adventure and the reader making sure that doesn't happen. If you could write this I would be very appreciated please and thank you"

◉Story Notes: reader is implied to have a very cat like avatar, description of panic attack, angst w/ comfort

~xXx~

You're not sure what could have caused such a situation, all you know is that it has your heart shattering to pieces. Before you, Pomni sits tightly against the lush green wall of the large hedge maze, shaking and riddled with sobs. Her breathing is heavy, labored, and it sets you into a panic of your own.

You don't know what to do, you've never been the best at comforting people. Part of you debates running to get Kinger or Ragatha, but another part of you is terrified at the prospect that you wouldn't find them in time. Listening and watching Pomni not only gasp for air, but at her Jesters hat like a life line, a thought suddenly comes to mind. One you're not at all comfortable doing, but for Pomni's sake, you will.

Pomni's struggling to get a hold of reality, her vision fading in and out and the small glitches around her peripheral have her drowning even faster in her anxiety. Then, suddenly, in the vast void of the enclosing darkness of her mind, a sound echoes through, first quiet and then surrounding.

Purring.

It's purring, Pomni soon realizes, and without conscious thought, she reaches out towards it. Beside her, inches from touching her side, you sit curled up, body vibrating audibly in tandem with the rise and fall. A shaky hand finds it's way to the nape of your neck, simply resting there and causing you to purr even louder. It's as if the soothing vibrations of your purrs were shattering the darkness around Pomni and enveloping her in a soothing warmth.

With the healing of your purrs, Pomni found the strength to focus on her breathing. Slow in and outs, matching the rhythm of you. Before long, you felt Pomni slowly begin to move her hand down your body and then back up again. An action that seemed to power your purring tenfold.

When you first arrived, the first thing you learned about your unfortunate new body, was how much it resembled that of a cat. Not so much in the sense of Jax being a bunny, no, almost damn near identical to an actual cat. You hated it, often having the others accidentally, or in Jax's case purposely, reach out and frizzle up your fur like someone's little pet. You were still human, just like them, regardless of how you appeared on the outside. The only person to truly respect that was Pomni, someone you learned was touch adverse for their own reasons. You never questioned why, simply respected her boundaries and went about your way.

Here though, feeling like her world was ending and you not wanting to leave someone to abstract without even trying to help, allowed one another to graciously move between those boundaries. Not burst through or step over them, but more so open them as though they were doors to each others welcoming homes.

Pomni gently pulled you closer to her till you were pressed softly against her side, the poor girls voice aching and slightly crackled.

"Thank you. . .", was all that she mumbled.

To this, you simply purred further.

~xXx~

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Thank You, Caine

Anon, "Caine feeling unappreciated and us comforting him"

A/N: I just want to say that I would un-ironically sing "My baby, my baby, you're my baby, say it to me" to Caine while letting him rest his head in my lap and soothingly rub his back. I love him so much you guys ;-;

~xXx~

You're idly walking around the circus when the sounds of light sniffles catches your attention. Fearing the worst that one of your friends could possibly be about to lose it, you're quick to follow the sound into a room resembling that of a small lounge. Thankfully, the soft cries are not coming from one of the other circus members, but strangely instead from the circus ring master. It's Caine you find, huddled up on a couch with jaws shut tight and gloved hands placed against his shinning teeth.

You're curious but more so concerned. You've never seen Caine in such a state, and gingerly make your presence known.

"Hey, Caine?"

The AI makes no notion to be aware of your presence, and for a moment you think maybe you were just hearing things and Caine's actually doing some kind of update or whatever it is that AI's do. You're considering what to do next when Caine's somber reply comes crackling out.

"Not now. Come back later."

His voice breaks you. It's so different from his normally ecstatic tones, always ready and willing to be of need. It's dull with exhaustion and despondence. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why. The increasing disinterest and annoyance with his adventures from the others, and the more than disappointing results of the voting ballets would make anyone who's only goal to appease others distraught.

Caine, too caught up in his sorrow, pays no mind to the way the couch dips beside him. It's you, he knows it, but he doesn't care. He's too sad to care.

So you care for him, by hesitantly reaching out to place a comforting hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles into the fabric of his coat. It's a feeling he's not used to. The warmth of the action and the meaning behind it, nearly causes him to start crying once more. Instead, he chokes back a sob, falling into your side and clutching at your avatars outfit. Caine's actions are a surprise to you both, but neither of you question it. Rather, you simply reach down to embrace him back, quietly murmuring to him something you realize you should say more often.

"Thank you, Caine."

The words clutch something deep and raw within him, and he finds himself snuggling even further into your touch. It's all he's ever wanted to hear, but right now, in this moment of amity, Caine feels it's you he should be thanking.

~xXx~

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◌ The Amazing Digital Circus Master List ◌

~TADC Request Closed~

~xXx~

Pomni:

Passing Boundaries

Ragatha:

Dance To Impress

Gangle:

None yet

Zooble:

None yet

Kinger:

None yet

Jax:

His Own Undoing

Caine:

Admiration, It's Deep In The Coding Thank You, Caine

Multiple:

None yet

~xXx~

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Admiration, It's Deep In The Coding

Anon, "Can you do something with Caine x a plus sized reader?"

~xXx~

He's not sure where these feelings are coming from, but he knows they are something of importance. If not, images of his dearest and by far kindest towards him circus member would not constantly be plaguing his mind. Caine can't help the long drawn out sigh as he slumps floating in mid air, mind on you as it inspires yet another adventure idea for him. It's something he's noticed has started to affect his work as well. Instead of worrying about what everyone thinks of his adventures, he's started to feel that he only cares about your thoughts on them.

How could he not? When not only do you smile so sweetly at him and thank him for his efforts, but even at one point pulled him into probably the first real hug he's ever experienced after creating an adventure so perfectly catered to you without even meaning to. The ring leader glides onto his back, wistfully staring up at the tent ceilings and clutching his cane to his chest.

Oh how lovely that hug was. The warmth of your body holding his. He never felt such a thing or such softness. Caine regrets having not hugged you back in his bewilderment, now dreaming of just how much he could have held of you in his own arms. So perfectly shaped, just like one of his bee drawings.

"My beautiful bumble bee. . .tehehe!", Caine thoughtfully muttered aloud, before becoming overwhelmed with a giddiness he could not contain.

A loud cough startled the floating AI from rapidly rolling from side to side in the air, and huge eyes darted past closed hands to see the circus members having all returned from his daily activities. They stared at him with looks of confusion and boredom, causing Caine to quickly gather his composure with a light yelp.

"W-wow, finished todays adventure already I see! I-I was just thinking up some new nicknames for all of you! How does bountiful bumbling boodles sound?!", he tried to play off with a wink.

Each circus member looked between each other, some rolling their eyes, before ignoring the obvious lie and departing to go their own ways.

With a sigh of relief, Caine dramatically wiped at his top jaw as Bubble floated into view.

"Well that was close Bubble! Who knows what would have happened if they truly knew what I was thinking!"

"And what was that, Caine?"

Another yelp came from the ring master, frightenly jumping to the side before he looked to see. . .oh you! Once again an un-familiar feeling spurred through Caine at that moment, one Kinger had explained in a moment of sanity as having butterflies in your stomach. With a light chuckle, Caine floated down to be level with you, a bashful expression in his features.

"Oh sorry about that, (y,n). I was so deep in thought I hadn’t realized you were still here!"

You giggled, a sound like lovely wind chimes to his non-existent ears.

"I should be the one saying sorry, I didn't mean to spook you so much."

You apologize to him? Caine can't recall anyone having done that before. Oh how compassionate you are to him.

"Nonsense my dear, now please, tell me of today's adventure. Was it to your liking?!", he questioned enthusiastically, despite actually being quite nervous of your answer.

Your face beamed recounting the days activity, smile spreading across your face and lovely round cheeks dimpling as a result. Caine's grip on his cane should have snapped the poor thing.

"Oh! It was actually quite fun! I really enjoyed the part where. . ."

As you expressed joy in all the events that had transpired, Caine found yet another thing changing in him. Like a lost pirate at sea being lured in by a sirens song, your compliments to his idea began to fade out, instead being replaced by the absolute adoration he began to feel once more. Words went unprocessed, but Caine paid every bit of attention to the lilt of your voice. How it flowed like a wonderful melody.

While his hearing focused on your melodic voice, his eyes found focus in the shape of you. He didn't know if there was a god, but he thanked who ever programmed the circus and designed the code for players avatars, for yours fit you so perfectly. The way your curves bunched up on the side when you switch your weight from one leg to the other. Or how hypnotizing your legs and arms moved like lightly startled water on the digital lake just outside. The outfit of your avatar didn't make you look good, YOU made the design look good. Every bit of your curved features drew him in like a bee to honey, you were just so perfectly shaped inside and out in his mind. If by himself, he'd be confused and concerned for these foreign feelings, but with you here, right in front of him in all your beauty, Caine could care less.

A sudden warmth to his gloved hand pulled Caine from his admiring, blinking quickly back into reality to look down and see you holding his hand. . .

You were holding his hand!!

"Caine, are you alright?", you asked with furrowed brows, adorable lips puckered in a little frown.

With three red lines hashing his lower teeth, Caine quickly retracted his hand, and just as quickly regretted the action.

"Y-yeah! Why wouldn't I be?!", he force laughed, attempting to twirl his cane but instead accidentally bonking himself in the side of his face.

"Well, normally you're pitching your next ideas to me at this point, but you were all quiet. You sure you're okay?"

With another forced laugh, Caine threw a thumbs up, teeth furrowed upwards in panic.

"Of course I am! I'm right as rain! Why, I was just-"

Before Caine could finish his excuse, forgotten Bubble made his intrusion upon you both, voice loud and excited.

"Thinking about that big dumpy-"

*pop*

You just stared where Bubble had once existed, now replaced with tip of Caine's cane after popping the chaotic character. Confused your eyes darted back to Caine, who looked like he was about to Alt f4 himself.

~xXx~

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"How are you so calm?!"

"Well, sometimes I do worry but then I remember this one thing; no taxes"

"That's it? Aren't you worried about getting home?"

"Don't get me wrong I do miss that but like... No taxes. And my only job is to go on adventures"

"Scary ones!"

"It's not like I can die"

They're Caine's favorite but don't tell anyone that he's trying very hard to hide it and failing

This, you get! Thank you!

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Personally, I don’t think most of us would freak out as bad as we should if we popped into the digital circus. I think we’d all collectively be too ecstatic at the fact we no longer have to pay taxes or rent.

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Jax is lactose intolerant. It’s canon, I don’t make the rules.

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Imagine being bullied by someone who can't even handle milk.

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Zooble switches out his dairy alt’s with normal dairy and he is none the wiser till it’s too late.