Tbh asking Jayj to hold his dick while it’s soft 😭 he’d be so confused but you just wanna do it sometimes so he got used to it
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curiously watching him when he sticks his hand into his pants to readjust his dick where it’s sitting in his shorts, sitting up and tilting your head at him like a confused puppy.
“why’d you do that?” you ask and he looks over, lips parted all distracted and off guard.
“wh— why’d i do what?” he blinks, self conscious.
“put your hand in your pants?” you ask innocently and glances down at himself like he’s retracing his steps.
“oh— uh, just had to… rearrange the crown jewels if y’know what i mean.”
“are you hard?” you furrow your brow and it catches him off guard, eyes widening a little.
“no… why? you tryna get into something?” he smirks and you shake your head, ambling over to him.
“can i touch it? like when it’s soft?” you look up at him eyes all wide and curious and he swallows thickly.
“babe, uh— hate to ruin your fun but if you touch it…yeah it’s not gonna stay soft for long.”
“can you just try? i’m curious.” you huff and he shakes his head, licking the corner of his mouth and gently taking your wrist to push your hand down his pants. he resists an eye roll at you telling him to try as if he was in control of that kind of thing.
with your arm down his pants, your faces are super close— jj staring down his nose at you with a bewildered expression at your happy smile, feeling you rifle around. “wow, s’kinda squishy.” you squeeze it and he jolts a little, wincing.
“jesus, easy on the grabby hands would you? tryna stay soft here.”
okayyy, this is me officially filing my angst request for the second best fic!
when the reader runs away, instead of wanda and nat finding her that instant, it took them hours leaving hydra or red room to come and get her first (i re-read the fics and didn't see if they exist in the story, but oh well...)
they tortured her, brainwashed her, making her believe that her so-called family will never come by and save her because they don't love her and she believed them. because honestly, she wouldn't have run away in the first place if she felt like she's loved?
they manipulated her memories, removing all the good ones. how she was loved, cared for, cherished. only leaving all the abandonment, the neglect, the pain. how they replaced her with scarlett, rooting a deep hatred and anger deep in her heart.
they trained her day and night, not caring if she was a child, making her their greatest weapon and asset. by 16 (not sure how old is the reader too when she run away 🥹) she was sent to her first mission, which is to kill the avengers.
the avengers was shocked by how great she is, because she's not that big and she's obviously a teenager. but she's fast and incredible, literally kicking their ass. they didn't know it was the reader because she was wearing a mask. but one slipped moment, nat kicked their face and the masked slipped off.
obviously, they were stunned especially wanda and nat. they tried approaching her, nat saying, “Y/N, it's me, it's mama.” and reader responding, “you're not my mother.” which obviously broke her heart. they can see it in her eyes, all that she have is hatred and anger, which is exactly what the hydra or red room wants.
wanda keeps talking about her childhood, how they used to bake, the laughter, the love, the family they used to have. it seems like it was working, they could see it, but then she caught a glimpse of scarlett and her walls were instantly back. this time? much higher. Y/N saying, “nice try.” before running out.
i was kinda thinking about leaving and ending it with Y/N running away (again) and them not being able to find her that fast (again), so it was like an open ending. but if you want to end it with them reuniting and make up for the lost time, that's totally okay!
note: can i please get a detail for the brainwashing, manipulation, torture, etc.? because i think that's what makes this request dark... i don't know...
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Casually posting this so I don't take credit for my lovely readers ideas 🥰 Fic is posted and can be read here!
Hey, you know how we always make fun of Simeon for not knowing how to use technology? and the likes? What about Barbatos? Hear me out! At this point, Barbatos has been shown to not always like technology, especially if it means he doesn't have to work as a butler anymore. In a conversation with Diavolo (I can't remember the chat name), Barbatos said that he didn't like the idea of Roomba vacuuming for Diavolo because he likes working for him. Then there's a scene in "Wandering Whereabouts" where Barbatos is shocked when the Ai helper tells him what Diavolo will be eating for dinner today.
So we all know that Barbatos's love language for the main character (Yuki) is acts of service, so it made me think of a fun little story.
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The grand halls of the Demon Lord's Castle were always immaculate, not due to magic or automation, but because Barbatos—perfectionist, chef, and butler extraordinaire—ensured they remained that way. Every mote of dust dared not settle in his presence. His hands, though skilled in wielding both spatula and sabre, found their greatest comfort in restoring order to chaos.
Which is why, on this otherwise quiet morning, a sound disrupted the serenity of his beloved's chambers and—worse yet—his sense of dignity.
Whirrrrr… bump. Whirrrr.
Barbatos paused outside the elegant double doors to Yuki’s room, silver tray in one hand, the faint scent of earl grey and scones wafting from beneath the dome lid. He frowned.
That was not the sound of slippers. Or books being shuffled. Or even Yuki humming. It was… mechanical.
He opened the door with a composed grace, though his eyes were already narrowed with suspicion.
There it was. A round, blinking, low-to-the-ground machine sputtering as it patrolled the floor with a mindless devotion. Its plastic sensors beeped softly when it bumped into the dresser leg before spinning off toward a forgotten corner of the room.
"A… roomba?" Barbatos said, voice gentle, but in the way clouds look gentle before a thunderstorm.
Yuki, sitting on the plush settee, looked up from their sketchbook and blinked. "Oh, good morning, Barbatos! I didn’t hear you come in."
He approached silently, the way a disappointed ghost might. The tray was placed on the table with practised elegance, but the sharp clink of porcelain against silver gave away his mood.
"You’re using a machine… to clean?" he asked softly, as if questioning their loyalty.
Yuki blinked. “Well… just the floor. You’ve been busy lately, and I didn’t want to bother you. I thought this little thing might help. Isn’t it cute? Look, it even sings when it’s done.”
The roomba chirped cheerfully as if in agreement.
Barbatos smiled.
But his eyes did not.
"Cute," he repeated. He stepped forward, crouching elegantly beside the vacuum, examining it like a scientist inspecting a disease. "I see. So instead of calling for me—your partner and butler—you entrusted your sanctuary to this… disk-shaped abomination."
"Barbatos," Yuki said with a nervous laugh, "it’s just a little robot. I didn’t mean to offend—"
"I’m not offended," he said with a gracious smile. "I’m disappointed."
That was worse. Even Lucifer would’ve fled.
Barbatos stood up, dusted off invisible specks from his gloves, and gave a nod toward the machine. "What this lacks in soul, I more than make up for in care and attention. I know precisely how much lemon oil your dresser absorbs before it becomes tacky. I know the exact pattern of soot the fireplace leaves on stormy days. I once removed a cursed spider from your bookshelf using a pastry tong and holy salt."
He turned to Yuki fully now, hands folded behind his back, posture as proud as a knight defending their liege.
"And yet… this," he motioned to the roomba, now hopelessly stuck under the edge of the armchair, "was deemed more efficient?"
Yuki stood and walked over, their fingertips brushing gently over his sleeve. "I wasn’t replacing you, Barbatos," they said softly. “I was trying to give you a break for once. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to do everything.”
That made him pause. The storm quieted behind his eyes.
"I don’t do it because I have to," he said after a beat, his voice softer now. “I do it because I want to. Serving you—caring for you—is not a duty. It is my privilege.”
Yuki stepped closer, resting their head on his chest. "You really don’t like the little robot, do you?"
"I detest it," Barbatos replied simply. "It’s like watching a monkey try to conduct an orchestra."
Yuki chuckled, muffled against his shirt.
"Alright," they said. "How about a compromise? You get rid of it—and I’ll let you clean the room. But only if you let me help you bake tomorrow."
Barbatos’s smile returned—warm this time, touched with fondness.
“Done,” he said. “But if it sings again before I dismantle it, I will throw it into the time rift and let it roam the 14th century.”
They both laughed. And as Barbatos reached down, turned the roomba off with an air of finality, and set the tray with tea just right, he glanced at Yuki with eyes that gleamed like polished silver.
Love, for him, was never loud. It was not passionate declarations or grand gestures.
It was scones baked just how they liked them. It was remembering their favorite scent. And it was cleaning the room with his own two hands—because no machine could ever serve Yuki the way he could.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
What do you think? 👀
Also, Hiiiiiiii, I'm back -angsty Anon.
Okay I want the adventures of the Roomba that was banished to the 14th century. Just imagine it showing up in the middle of the Black Death and everybody is like what is this devil that has descended among us??
Erm anyway, welcome back Angsty Anon! Though clearly you can do sweet fluff too because that’s what this was~
Ahhh Barbatos and his never ending need to serve! If I remember correctly one of the things you could give him in WW in NB for his birthday was a little devil roomba like thing. I don’t remember how he reacted to it, but I like this depiction. Certainly he would be upset, even though he would also appreciate MC trying to give him a break!
Anyway, I quite liked this! Thank you for sharing!
hiiii i learned your name Aiden!!! How are you? Hallow i’m the sugu angst anon, sadly not asking for angst because poor sugu need a break and i love him so much so he deserves the whole world, i wanna thank you for writing my requests 🫶
and if you wanna consider 👀 perhaps an au where sugu didn’t spiral into the whole monkeys thing and so he is a teacher just like satoru? and he’s dating reader whose also a teacher, and they’re in a secret relationship that got revealed and gojo feels betrayed LMAO, anddd that’s all, hope you’re doing great! 🫶
Angsty Anon, how are you!? I love your requests, it's always a pleasure to write for you 💙💙 and yeah, I'm Aiden! I'm only now realizing I've never properly introduced myself on here, so, I guess this is my official introduction lol. And of course, I would love to consider Sugu as a teacher, that's so cute!
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Starring Suguru Geto, in a slightly softer world.
Have you ever heard of the multiverse theory? It gets switched around and misinterpreted a lot, but the basic premise of it is that for every possible outcome, there is a universe that follows it. So, for example, if you're on a walk one morning, and come across a fork in the road, you may choose the left path. When you do this, another universe is created in which you choose the right path, and yet another still where you didn't go on any walk at all.
As such, this implies that there are some fundamental truths across all universes. Every universe you encounter will have stars in the sky, and a force of gravity will keep everyone down. You won't find a universe where atoms aren't the building blocks of life. You won't find a universe that doesn't have a sun in its center. And you won't find a universe where Suguru Geto is a morning person.
He all but yells into his pillow as his alarm sounds off at 5:45 AM. He considers violence, a possible war crime against his phone for committing the egregious sin of waking him up before the sun is even up. He considers aggressively turning the alarm off and going back to sleep, letting the world continue on without him as he becomes one with his comforter.
And in the end he does none of it. He turns his alarm off like a normal person, and forces himself out of bed at the truly ungodly hour of 5:45 AM. Why you ask? Because class starts at 7 AM, and the kids he teaches are relying on him to show up and be a model jujutsu sorcerer, just like they are for all of the other teachers at Jujutsu High. And just as it is a fundamental truth that Suguru Geto is not a morning person, it's a fundamental truth that he would do absolutely anything for those he loves. And Suguru loves all of those kids, even if they can get a little annoying at times.
He’s falling asleep while brushing his teeth when he gets his first text of the day from you. A short and sweet “Good morning sweetie 💜” to give him the motivation to push through his morning routine.
He sends “Good morning to you too Darling 🖤” to you while smiling, finishing up brushing his teeth before mentally preparing himself for the arctic plunge of a shower he’s about to take to finish waking himself up.
Once he’s dressed and as awake as he’s going to be at 6:00 AM, he goes to check on Nanako and Mimiko out of habit. Of course, he finds their shared room empty, considering they moved into the dorms a week ago when school started.
“Right.” He grumbled to himself, shaking his head. At this point, it feels like he’ll never get used to them not being around. He wondered how Satoru adapted so quickly when Megumi moved into the dorms. Then again, Satoru seemed to be made for adaptation, meanwhile, Suguru had always struggled more with change.
Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, A car horn blared through the quiet suburb. “What is he-?!” Suguru snapped at the air before rushing outside and into his friends car.
“What the hell are you doing Satoru?!” He asked, suddenly very awake.
“Letting you know I’m here.” Gojo smiled as he pulled out of Sugurus drive way and onto the road.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but could you not have just texted me?” Suguru grumbled, “You’re going to wake up the entire neighborhood!”
“My phones dead.” Satoru shrugged. He had a habit of passing out while scrolling tik tok and forgetting to put his phone on the charger.
“And I suppose knocking on my door was out of the question?” Suguru asked. Gojo clearly did not see the issue with violating air pollution laws, and it was starting to irk him.
“In the rain? No way dude!” He laughed. It was at this point Geto looked out the window. Well shit, it was raining. He was so focused on just getting to the car he managed to miss it.
“It’s like, barely raining.” He argued with his friend. The white haired main beside him just shrugged.
“Hey man, you’re lucky I give you a ride at all,” Gojo reminded him, “I could just teleport to school.” Suguru would have tried to argue with that, but he knew better than to enter an argument on the losing side. He just sighed and shook his head.
“Whatever man….thanks for the ride.” He added at the end.
“You’re welcome!” Gojo smiled. Suguru sighed as he got comfortable in the seat, leaning against the window. The main reason he got rides from Gojo was so he could take a nap on the way to the school. It was a long drive, and the thirty minutes he spent passed out in Gojos car went a long way to making him not an asshole to his class in the morning. It felt like his eyes had been closed for all of two seconds before Satrou was waking him up, letting him know they had made it to their destination.
“Good morning Geto, good morning Gojo!” You greeted the men as they joined you in the teachers lounge. Suguru smiled warmly when he saw your face, familiar and bright, even at 6:30 in the morning.
“Good morning L/n.” Geto yawned as he rushed to the coffee pot in the room, still half full.
“Morning L/n!” Satoru beamed as he sat next to you. Normally, the three of you were on a first name basis, but a professional setting calls for professional dialect. “So, you two do anything fun on your weekend?” Gojo asked. Geto looked at you from the corner of his eyes, seeing how you handled this situation. You would have stolen a glance at him, but Gojo would have definitely noticed that.
“Eh, not much really,” You shrugged, “I went and visited my parents, and mostly just tried to catch up on reading.” That was definitely, 100% not what you were doing this weekend. In actuality, you had spent the entire weekend with Suguru. The two of you had seen a movie, checked out his favorite soba shop, and spent the vast majority of the time cuddled in his bed watching horror movies to get ready for ‘spooky season’ despite the fact in was, indeed, April.
But you couldn’t say any of that to Gojo. You and Suguru were co-workers, your romantic relationship wasn’t just discouraged and taboo- the employee handbook strictly forbid it. As much as the two of you wanted to tell your shared best friend about the beautiful relationship you’d found, you couldn’t. Mostly cause Satoru couldn’t keep a secret to save his ass.
“Cool! What about you Suguru?” Gojo smiled as he looked to his best friend, deciding for now that professional language was for the birds.
“Eh, I mostly stayed in. I re-watched the scream movies.” He shrugged as he drank his black coffee.
“Isn’t it kinda early to be watching horror movies? Or, I guess late?” Gojo asked.
“It is never too early for spooky movies.” You said, jumping to Getos defense maayybe just a little too quickly. Gojo raised his eyebrows at you.
“So I see were feeling a little defensive.” He pointed out.
“Not defensive, I’m just saying. It’s always horror movie time if you’re not a coward.”
“Hey, I-”
“Uhh, Sensei?” Itadori asked as he popped his head into the door. Immediately all attention went to him, and silently, you thanked the pink haired boy for saving your ass.
“Hey Itadori! What’s up?” Gojo asked, all smiles for his student.
“I could really use your help with the algebra assignment from last night,” Itadori explained, “I don’t think I really grasp…well numbers.” He explained. Gojo chuckled and shook his head, but didn’t argue cause he, like Geto, knew better than to argue with the truth.
“Yeah Kid, no problem. Let’s go to the classroom.” Satoru said, getting up and letting Itadori lead the way. There was a heavy silence that filled the room after, both of you listing to Satoru’s footsteps until they vanished. Once they were gone, you both let out a deep breath.
“Well that could have gone worse.” Suguru chuckled softly.
“Yeah, that was my bad,” You sighed, “I swear, he looks into the littlest of things.”
“That’s Satoru.” Suguru confirmed with a nod, “Always suspicious of something. Somethings never change.” He shrugged. You looked around, making sure the coast we clear before standing up to give Suguru a quick hug.
“Ain’t that the truth.” You chuckled. Suguru smiled as he held you close, his mind wondering off to the other things that never seemed to change. The school, sorcerer society as a whole, the way he felt for you- even all the way back in high school. He had a crush on you even before you saved him, and it only intensified after.
Of course, as far as you’re concerned you didn’t save anyone that day in the graveyard. You just talked some sense into an old friend. You would never know just how close to the edge Suguru was that day. How could you? All you knew was that his faith was shaken, and he needed some reassurance.
He could still go back to that afternoon in his mind like replaying a movie. He could still see the gray skies of fall, heavy with dark clouds. He could still smell the rain water and grave dirt hanging in the air. And could still sense the confusion he felt when you brought him to your best friends grave. He had never met the girl, she had died to a curse long before you enrolled in Jujutsu High. So why were you bringing him here now?
“This is where my friend lies,” You explained to him what he already knew. “It’s been a few years now, but I still think of her every day.”
“I’m sorry for your loss Y/n.” He said the only think he knew to say.
“Suguru, why are you a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” You asked, suddenly looking at him with overly intense eyes that made him feel so small. Why did he was he a Jujutsu Sorcerer? He didn’t fucking know! Especially not anymore. He used to know. But, he lost that direction. After Riko died. After Haibara died. He didn’t know what the point to any of this was anymore.
“Why are you a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” He asked back, not so smoothly dodging the question. You just pointed at the grave.
“For her. And for you, and for Riko and Haibara. For everyone I have loved and will love, I do it to protect them.” You explained it as if it was just that easy. And maybe it was. For you.
“How are we protecting them exactly?” He asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion, “Please, tell me just how exactly we protected Riko and Haibara?” He questioned.
“We protect them in death.” You shrugged, “Honor what they would have wanted. Do you really think Riko would want you to waste the life she so desperately wanted because of her death? Do you think Haibara would have wanted you to throw away all of your potential because some higher ups fucked him over? Or do you think they would want you to live your life to the fullest, and work hard to see that potential fulfilled?”
“I think they would want us to fight for a fundamental change in the system. For a world without curses.”
“Suguru, you and I both know that’s not possible.”
“But it is,” He argued, saying things out loud he had only thought up until now, “Humans are the only ones to produce curses, you know.”
“So what? You’re just going to kill all humans?” You scoffed at the absurdity of the idea, and he genuinely felt a little embarrassed. “What would that fix?”
“Well, there would be no curses, for one.” He pointed out.
“And what would that achieve?”
“We wouldn’t have to watch our friends and family die at the hands of disgusting curses!” He argued, frustrated that you couldn’t see his vision.
“No, we would just have to watch them die at the hands of other sorcerers, right?” You pointed out. “A world without curses doesn’t fix the cruelty that created them. Curses aren’t what killed Riko, and removing them won’t bring back Haibara.”
“No, Humans killed Riko.” He could still hear that god forsaken cult, clapping away as if a little girl hadn’t just been slaughtered. No, worse. Clapping away because a little girl had just been slaughtered. It was all he could hear late at night. You sighed and nodded.
“That's true. She was killed by a human, who was raised by sorcerers.”
“So are you trying to argue that actually sorcerers are the root of all evil?”
“No Suguru, I’m trying to argue that there is no “Root of all evil.” That it’s all just beings that exist. There are bad humans, of course. Just like how there are bad sorcerers. Everything that exists exists with some good and some bad. You can’t just fix the world with one final, fucked up solution.”
“I just don’t see the point in trying to save people who historically treat us like were fucking disposable!” Suguru snapped, hating that it was starting to seem really hopeless. Were you right? Was there really nothing he could do?
“Sugu, I think you’re getting caught in the details. You’re not seeing the forest for the trees.” You sighed. “ Yes, the Star Cult was full of the most fowl people. And yeah, a lot of humans do treat us like shit. But there are just as many humans who are kind to us. Humans who see their children's cursed techniques as blessings, not curses. Humans willing to die if it means being there for the sorcerers they love and standing by them. Humans like your parents, and my best friend. Humans that are worth protecting.”
“So we have to protect them all just because a few are good?”
“Would you protect a bad person to save me?” You asked. He hadn’t really thought of it like that. It was a moral question he wasn’t ready for, and struggled to find an answer to.
“I mean, I guess I would.” He finally said.
“Exactly. That’s kinda the point of Jujutsu Sorcery for me. It’s not to protect the world- that’s too monumental of a task even for Satoru Gojo. It’s to protect the ones I love and care for.”
“And what about when we can’t protect them?” He could feel the tears prickle as his eyes now, a stinging that demanded attention. He rubbed his eyes in a futile attempt to make it go away.
“Then I live to honor them, in a way I think would make them proud. I understand where you’re coming from. Heartache is a hell of a thing to battle, and witnessing a young death changes a person. But, continuing to perpetuate that hurt, won’t make it go away. Especially when it comes to such grandiose ideas like “kill all humans!” it doesn’t fix anything. It just hurts the people around you, both with us and departed. I mean, is slaughtering a billion strangers really worth ruining the people closest to you? The ones who love you? Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru.”
He didn’t know what to say. But that line rang in his ears. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. It drowned out the clapping in his mind. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. It played louder than Yuki telling him that humans were the only ones to create curses, and that he knew what he believed. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. And it was what was playing in his ears as he stared at two kids in a cage. Scared, alone, neglected. He felt it then, his hate rise up like bile in his throat, threatening to slaughter him. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru.
He took a minuet to breathe. Was killing this village really going to do anything? It would feel good, yeah- righteous even. But there were a million more like it. And he couldn’t single handedly slaughter them all. Not without hurting You, Gojo, Shoko, Riko, Haibara, and his own mother all in the process. Were a billion strangers worth the people he loved?
“You know, if you don’t want these girls in the village, there’s a better way to handle it.” That night he adopted Nanako and Mimiko. Sure, he may not be able to save every Jujutsu Sorcerer in the world. But at least he could save these two. A few weeks later, that village burned to the dirt in a forest fire, so maybe karma was real.
The bell ringing broke his train of thought, and snapped him back to the real world. You smiled as you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “See you at lunch!” You winked to him as you grabbed your bag and made your way to your classroom. He smiled softly as he watched you go.
“Yeah, see you then.” He said, making his way to his own classroom.
Suguru swore up and down his class wasn’t hard. It was classical literature, if ya just read the book, and did the assignments, he was pretty generous with the A’s. It was why conversations like this were always at least mildly amusing to him.
“I just don’t understand why you’re being to difficult about this” Nobara argued, “It’s just a few points!”
“Nobara, rounding from a C to an A is not a few points. It’s an entire letter grade.” He gently reminded her.
“Yeah, and what’s an entire letter grade if not just a few points?” She argued back. He sighed and rubbed his temples. Nobara had always been a forced to be reckoned with, and was always determined to get what she wanted.
“Look, Nobara, I’ll compromise with you. You know the big report we have coming up on Fires on the Plain?”
“I do.” She confirmed.
“If you do really well on it, And I mean really well, I need you to make at least an A on it- I’ll bump your grade to a B+” That was where her grade would be at anyway if she made an A on the report, “Sound good?” Nobora grinned like she got away with something.
“Oh yeah, I could do that in my sleep!” She declared, and Suguru had to hold back a laugh, “You’re on Sensei!” She grinned, muttering a soft ‘sucker’ under her breath as she left the room. Once she was gone, Suguru let his chuckle out. It was always fun tricking his students into accidentally taking their studies serious.
“Whats got you giggling?” You asked from his doorway, a small smile creeping onto your lips from the sound of his light laughter.
“Oh, nothing,” He said with a wave of his hand, “Just my students thinking they’re gaming the system by-” He pretended to check his notes- “Doing the work.”
“Let me guess, Nobara?”
“It was Nobara.” He confirmed, and you both let out a small giggle. You walked into his classroom and leaned against his desk facing him.
“Very on brand for her. So, have you thought about dinner tonight?” You asked. He smiled and nodded, getting out of his chair to come and wrap his arms around your waist. Was it risky? Kind of, everyone was out to lunch, sure, but that didn’t mean that you two weren’t out in the open. He couldn’t help it though. Whenever you were around, he had to have his arms around you. He didn’t spend almost 6 years chasing your affections to not hold you whenever he could.
“I have actually,” He smiled, “I thought we could cook something together tonight? I found a new pork belly recipe that seemed right up your ally.”
“Oooo, another night in! How exciting!” You giggled. And you meant it too. While to most people, a night in was a boring everyday thing, Jujutsu Sorcerers weren’t blessed with the luxury of having a night at home promised to them. They weren’t even guaranteed the simple pleasure of coming home at night. So, a night in to the two of you was fun, exciting, and unquantifiably valuable.
“I thought you’d be excited,” He smiled lovingly at you. You look so precious in his arms. He couldn’t believe something as beautiful and pristine as you found any value in him. That you had found him worthy of the time it took to save him. Suguru wasn’t a religious man, but he thought maybe he could believe in angels if they were half as perfect as you were. He had no idea what he did to earn the right to have you as his angel, but he was so fucking happy he did it.
His swelling emotions got the better of him, and he leaned down to kiss you. A warm current flowed between the two of you, the familiar taste of cinnamon coffee filling your senses as you melted into him. He was comforting and safe, and in his embrace you were almost convinced nothing bad could ever happen.
“OH, I KNEW IT!” Of course something bad had to happen. The two of you scrambled away from each other, looking at Gojo like two teenagers that had been caught making out in your parents car. It was actually embarrassing. “I KNEW YOU TWO HAD A THING!”
“Satoru, It’s not what it looks like!” You panicked.
“Yeah, It’s not like that, Y/n just…had something on her face! I was wiping it off.”
“With your mouth!?” Gojo scoffed.
“...Yes?” Someone, take away Suguru’s lying privileges. Your face hit your plam at the lame lie, and Gojo rolled his eyes.
“I’d asked if you guys thought I was dumb, but clearly you do! Why would you keep this from me?” He all but whined as he fully entered the classroom.
“Well Satoru, it’s…well..” You tried to think of something to save his feelings.
“There are celebrity tabloids better at keeping secrets than you Satoru.” Nevermind Suguru, go back to lying.
“Hey, that’s not true!” Satoru said on his own defense, “When Shoko started smoking again I kept that secret!”
“Shoko started smoking again?” You gasped.
“...fuck.” Satoru whispered.
“See Satoru! That’s what we mean.” Suguru sighed, seeing his job flash before his eyes.
“It’s still not cool!” Gojo pouted, “My two closest friends in the entire world fall in love and they won’t even tell me! No wonder you guys haven’t wanted to hang out on the weekends. You’ve been together, haven’t you!?” You and Suguru looked down in shame. Maybe it wasn’t exactly fair to keep him completely out of the loop.
“Do you guys hate me?” Gojo asked, the betrayal he felt seeping into his voice.
“No, Satoru, we love you!” You assured him.
“You’re our best friend, of course we love you!” Suguru confirmed, “We just also like being able to pay rent!”
“Paying rent is so important!” You nodded.
“I wouldn’t tell anyone!” Satoru insisted, “I would never do anything to put your livelihoods at risk! I thought you guys would have known that.” He pouted.
“We do know that,” You sighed.
“Do we?” Suguru whispered, just for you to swiftly pat him to remind him to behave.
“We were just being cautious. I’m sorry we hurt your feelings Satoru.” You apologized as you went to your wounded friend, patting his back for comfort. Suguru joined you on his other side.
“Yeah man, I’m sorry. We’ll try and keep you in the loop about more things, okay?” Suguru promised. Satoru sniffled and nodded.
“Okay…I forgive you guys.” He said, looking up and smiling at the two of you. “So when do I get to come to date night?”
I’m in my feels tonight and making little scenarios in my head so bear with me 🫶
But what if Mc had a lover during the war? Maybe a fellow soldier who they found solace in, or a medic who patched their injuries with extra care. But we can't have a happy ending oh no, their partner dies as many do during wars, and who took their life? Arthur.
And now Mc doesn't just have to mourn the loss of the person they loved but they also have to marry the man who killed them. For the rest of Mc's life, they have to look at the face of the person who slaughtered their love.
Maybe Mc imagined how their life would be when it was over and they could marry their significant other, just to be forced to marry their murderer instead.
And Arthur has no idea why his fiance looks at him with such intense burning hatred each time their eyes meet, or why they avoid him like the plague, why they turn away from any affection of his, platonic or otherwise.
The wound on their heart may heal, but the scar will always be there.
Uuuugghh the misery, the pain, the angstttt 🤭🫣
oh my god anon- OMG.
You just ended me, my heart is shattered.
I think, if that was the case, Arthur would sense it and probably give MC as much space as possible. Make sure they never have to interact too much, and if possible try to understand why. Why MC hates them.
They suspect it might be something regarding the rebellion but... if they ever learnt about MC's lover, their heart would shatter. They would feel incredibly guilty. So much so that he offers for MC to go and stay with their siblings for most of the time, so they don't have to see him.
im not sure if u got my last angst so just to make sure angsty's back. again. with ran. his cocky personality screams coping mechanism tho- he would stay up when he cant sleep and go check on rindou and just stand there and think about whether the very illegal life they're living was his fault as the elder brother. he would wonder if everything would be different had he made a better choice in the past. if rindou dwords, ran wouuld blame himself. for not saving him then, but also in the past
I WANNA THROW A REVERSE UNO CARD AT YOU
WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT? RAN KEEPS AN EYE ON ANYONE WHO USES BRAIDS! And if he sees someone in any gang wearing braids, Rindou and Him go all Roppongi king ape shit on them!!! Why do you think we never see anyone other than Ran with that hairstyle?!?? Hmm!? He walks with scissors in his pockets just in case he encounters a poor bastard that thought braids were cool. CHOP CHOP MUTHERFUKER! Yeah, they are cool but only on Ran’s head!!!
Take that, angsty anon. my attempt at a funny hc vs. your angst hc.
