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to most people, being the one satoru gojo is in love with sounded like it meant a lot of things.
it meant nonstop noise. it meant jealousy from girls the two of you didn't even know. it meant constant scrutiny; being told you're ‘not good enough’ for ‘a man like him’. it meant never having peace or time to sit in silence.
but to you, it meant none of those things. to you, it meant intimacy like you'd never felt before.
to you, it meant immediately making eye contact the second either of you saw or heard something funny in a social setting— the way you'd immediately turn to each other and start giggling like a pair of children while everyone stared at you, wondering what was so funny.
they didn't need to know. it was just for the two of you to understand.
it meant you being dead asleep in the bed beside him; drool running down your chin, hair sticking out in every direction, snoring like you're trying to keep him up while laying on his side of the bed instead of yours.
he'd be wide awake, staring down at your painfully beautiful face while you slept, and fighting the urge to wake you up then and there just to tell you how oddly ethereal you looked with your cheek squished against his pillow.
texts w/ boyfriend satoru but it's over instagram
the way you write satoru makes me want to gnaw on my phone i need him
OH MY GOD THAT'S LITERALLY HOW I FEEL ABOUT HOW YOU WRITE HIM????
why yes i'm sensitive and emotional and this is how i talk after someone reblogs/comments on literally any of my writings or sends me asks
( ignore all the blurred spots in the second screenshot,, the first part is blurred because i was showing one of my friends who doesn't know i write fanfiction and that part of the ask mentioned satoru x reader and the second part is blurred because i was talking about something else ! )
hello ml!! hope you’re having a fantastic day and are very very well and that everything is just super awesome on your end 🥹 just wondering … could you do a bsf!satoru to lovers? maybeeee including a lyric from the taylor swift song, “You Are In Love” …
ALSO? I LOVE YOUR WRITING
THANK YEW !! bet,, link is here !
( from this lovely request ! )
best friend! satoru who, as we all know, has no sense of personal space. from the very moment you met him, you've had to get used to all your physical boundaries being crossed. (not that you mind nor protested as it progressed.)
no matter what the function is, you could be watching a shitty romcom together while satoru points out all the inaccuracies and how certain scenes just “don't make sense” or simply “wouldn't happen like that”, arguing about the best desserts at a cafe, hanging out with friends and listening to satoru flirt with nanami and asking him for his hand in marriage (to which nanami property rejects causing a pouty satoru), dancing at a party of club under the neon lights and pretending that having your bodies pressed this close together is normal for two people who are “strictly platonic”, play-fighting at the beach and hitting satoru with sticks while he throws sand at you, satoru chasing you around the park with worms in his palms, anywhere, and he's always got his hands on you.
anything from simply letting his fingers brush against yours when you're standing by each other to straight up him holding you on his lap with his chin resting on your shoulder— the man knows no limits.
it's gotten to a point where you can't even hang out with other people without accidentally invading their personal space since you're so used to doing that with satoru.
you try to scold him for making you this way, but he always rolls his eyes and says: “it's not my fault you can't control yourself around others.”
it pisses you off when he does that, and he loves it.
best friend! satoru who has a bad habit of ordering/cooking for two even when you're not around.
it's not his fault, really! he's just gotten so used to your presence that it's become a reflex. he always catches himself right at the last minute when the cashier is handing him is order or he's already five minutes away from being finished cooking.
he gets a little flustered, but masks it as soon as it reaches his face (because, disgusting. blushing over his best friend? yeah, no.) before calling you and asking you to come over. when you get to his house, he acts like he cooked/ordered the food in advance, but he knows that's not the truth.
he'd never admit that to you, though. uck. ew. no. feels too domestic. almost romantic. yuck. you guys are just friends.
i am the way i am because this is how i talk about suguru to my friend
( i'm “wife” btw,, just to clarify )
( satoru with a paranoid & slightly insomniac reader,, let's go 😼 she's also kiiinda sensitive but only if you squint tbh )
satoru has never seen you like this before.
you're normally so sharp and alert. your ordinarily concentrated vision is replaced with an unfocused, glazed over expression that makes you look like you've been deprived of sleep for days— because you have been.
your far off gaze makes you seem as if your mind is on another planet, like you're not mentally awake. it's so clear just by looking at you that even though you're physically here, your brain isn't.
satoru is worried. you've been like this all week and it's starting to seriously concern him, so he finally decides to say something about it.
he comes up behind you and grabs your shoulder.
you jolt away from his touch and turn to face him with wide, glossed over, frightened eyes.
“woah, it's just me, sweets.” he immediately puts his hands up in defense.
he doesn't like thinking he scared you— even if you're not really you right now.
you seem to relax a bit after a few seconds once your delayed mind processes the fact it's just him, but you're still tense as ever— and satoru sees that.
“what's been going on with you lately, sweetness? seriously, you've been so jumpy and you look like you haven't slept once all week. what's happening? talk to me.” he speaks softly so as not to startle you again.
he wants you to feel safe around him— even in this state.
Hey hon, I just found your blog through your mentally ill reader x Suguru fic and that struck with me so much. Your writing felt so realistic and it wasn't much of a surprise seeing your latest post — which you deleted right now, I presume?
I just want to tell you that it might not amount to much but I relate to it and I'm here if you wanna rant or vent or simply yell in the void. Please don't do anything severe because I know people you dont even know will miss you because they cherish you very deeply. That includes me even though I found you five minutes ago.
You're important and you matter. <3
hey so genuinely it means so much to me that you sent me this 🫶
i'm fine,, i was just having a bit of an episode (? i don't know if that's what it would classify as,, but it was certainly similar) earlier because i saw something that triggered my paranoia (which i've been struggling to get rid of) and i was a little frightened but i have a handful of requests on here so i made that post so those people would know that if i didn't get to their requests soon that there was a reason why
i'm literally gonna cry later about this (i'm very sensitive</3) you're so sweet,, i wish you the best truly,, thank you for saying this,, it means the world to me<333 sending you so much love and kisses
i hope you all know that my goal in posting jjk x reader stuff on here IS to hurt your feelings a little bit with the angst
i do giggle like a madman every time someone comments or reblogs one of my posts talking about how sad it made them
( suguru x reader who has very prominent abandonment issues and deep-rooted anxiety yaaay !! )
you and suguru are relaxing together in your shared apartment on the one day in a good long while that you both had a day off from work. no missions, no meetings, no paperwork, just a peaceful, quiet day for your boyfriend and you to share.
you're both laying on the couch, and he's raking his fingers through your hair while holding in his other hand some random fantasy novel that peaked his interest when the both of you took a visit to the library last weekend.
he's reading aloud to you, the only sounds besides his voice are the faint, muffled sounds of the outside world through the thick walls of the beautiful home that the two of you have built together and a fan running in the corner of the living room to combat the summer heat— but you're not listening to a single thing.
“suguru?” you interrupt his voice and his calm expression falters— though, only for a split second.
you would've missed it if you hadn't already been looking up at him.
he looks down at you with slight confusion. normally, you were dead silent until you fell asleep when he read to you, the only noise typically falling from your lips being soft snores, so you making noises besides that— let alone talking over and interrupting him was very unusual, but he decided to see where this would lead, despite how bizarre the situation seems.
“yes, my love? what is it?” he removes his fingers from your hair and relocates them onto your back, gently tracing various swirls and patterns against the soft cotton fabric of your shirt.
“please don't leave me.”
ah. so that's what it is.
this isn't the first time you had begged suguru to stay even though he had showed no signs of leaving to begin with, and much to your surprise, the first time all the way to the last time it happened, he never made a fuss or shamed you when you vocalized your fear. he always helped reassure and comfort you that he was here to stay, no matter what.
(—though, every time, no matter how trustworthy his words were, you always reverted back to the same scary thought-loop, just like clockwork.)
dating satoru was all you ever dreamed of in a relationship ever since you were a little girl.
he was kind, funny, thoughtful, understanding, and he loved you so dearly. satoru was the love of your life.
you remember everything.
you remember late nights when you'd talk about everything and nothing with him. everything from your past to what you hoped would be your future. for hours, the two of you would stay up until almost five in the morning coming up with different baby names for your future children. he'd show you different rings he found online and discuss which one would make the perfect engagement ring. and for a minute, it felt real.
you remember waking up in the middle of the night to see him already sitting up, staring down at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, like you had sculpted the moon and enchanted the stars. neither of you had said anything, you didn't need to. he simply stroked his knuckles across your cheekbone and kissed your forehead before pulling you into his arms and cradling you back to sleep.
you remember waking up in bed, alone, and feeling loneliness crawl up your spine, stomach twisting like you'd been abandoned before filling with butterflies as your eyes lit up when you realized satoru was surprising you with breakfast when the familiar smell of warm pancakes and fresh bacon wafted through the air until the scent hit your nose.
you remember crying in his arms after a particularly hard day, the way his warmth enveloped you and, somehow, made everything feel a little easier. no bad day really stuck around in the presence of satoru gojo. you just needed him. he made everything easier.
you even remember the night when the two of you went out to a bar and the whole walk there he had kept reminding you to tie your shoes, but you were convinced you didn't need to. that was until you tripped and scraped your knee on the rough concrete of the sidewalk. satoru didn't mock you, though. he didn't say “i told you so”. he just wiped your tears, stopping them from running down your pretty face with his thumbs; the calloused skin brushing over the apple of your cheeks. he held you like you were the most fragile piece of fine china in the land as he carried you home. he helped clean your wound and kissed the hello-kitty bandaid like his lips were the cure for everything— and for you? they were.
two bad bitches at the same damn time or whatever obama said
i know there's something wrong with me because this is still my genuine reaction to when my friend mentions satoru
NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
“hey babe, do you think we're married in every universe?”
the question isn't shocking coming from satoru. every time the two of you finally have the luxury of laying together in bed without anyone forcing satoru to a meeting or a mission and you two just get to enjoy each other's presence, he does this. that, and he tends to ask silly questions like that nearly every day– almost hourly. however, this time, it peaks your interest.
you look up from your book and stare at him for a few seconds, feeling the suspense build up as you think of your answer, then you give him a look that screams “whatever i'm about to tell you is going to upset you but i'll say it anyways” before finally opening your mouth to speak.
“do you really wanna know?” you wince, awaiting his answer.
satoru looks intrigued, like he didn't think you'd actually take this seriously, nor that you'd look so hesitant about answering or even really think about it. he genuinely thought you'd just say “yeah” and return to reading whatever ‘started-as-a-wattpad-story’ novel you're interested in now.
he sits up in your shared king-sized bed and shifts to face you, his bright blue eyes glaring down at you.
“...why are you making it sound so ominous?”