Imagine your and ex-husband Gojo's son panicking because you'll be home in 10 minutes and he forgot to take the chicken out of the freezer.
Satoru leans against the kitchen counter. "You're so dead, kid."
"You think I don't know that?!" Sen cries, desperately trying to rip the frost-covered packaging off.
It's not often that you got sent off to do missions yourself nowadays. The most you do on a regular basis is consultations, admin work, and the occasional supervising, but this time?
This time, you've been gone for 36 hours and Satoru heard you had to exorcise a curse for the first time in months. Your ex-husband has seen you when you've gone six hours without a snack and sometimes a nap, and while he loves you, hangry you makes the strongest sorcerer of the modern era want to run and hide. He doesn't want to know what you'll do if you come home to frozen chicken when you specifically asked Sen to take it out and you sent a text and you asked Satoru to remind his son.
"Toss it in the microwave!" Satoru suggests. Sen reacts with a speed befitting his training and sets the microwave to HIGH for 10 minutes.
"Will that be good enough?" he asks his father.
"I mean, I never--"
They're interrupted by the front door opening.
"Sen! I'm home!" you call out. Sen and his father share a look of pure fear until you call out again. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower, then I'll be right out to work on dinner!"
Your words turn their twin looks of fear into looks of hope. Satoru smooths his hair back brushes imaginary dirt off his jacket.
His grin makes Sen's eye twitch. "Don't worry, son, you figure this out and I'll go distract your mom-- Ack!"
Sen yanks his father back by the collar. "Nice try," he says with a sneer. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."
Satoru understands immediately. He nods sagely. "If it ain't broke, don't fit it, I always say," he says and takes a step back.
Sen stops the microwave and puts space between him and it once he opens the door. He makes his hand sign with practiced ease and says, "Technique Amplification: Blue."
I've had zero inspiration or time to write or answer asks, so here's a blurb I had sitting in my drafts. Thank y'all for writing to me, and I'll try to find the inspo to post more <3
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setting: it's a cold snowy day it's 𝗵𝗶𝘀 birthday, he has to take off to work for most of the day, but when he comes home he has the most peaceful day and you did too but something's off? its 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱.
it's the morning of ' his ' birthday. you look over at his side of the bed and he's there? you slowly stand up from the bed and tip toe to the kitchen to try to make him breakfast, but he usually makes it for you. *time skip* after you make him breakfast that actually ended up pretty decent you walk to the bedroom and already see him awake getting ready for whatever he's gonna do that day. " 'toru, what are you getting ready for? " , "good morning sweets, when did you get up? you usually get up in like.. 30 more minutes?" *he looks down at the half ruined food and looks back at you* "awh sweets you made me breakfast?" " I tried to make breakfast," " im so sorry babe but I have to go I don't have enough time to eat.."" 'toru! you have work today of all days. It's your birthday why can you just not go in today? " "Im sorry sweets I tried talking to my boss but he got mad" he said as he was grabbing his keys and phone. " I'll be back soon sweets it's only a 5 hour shift today , I'll love you bye I'll be back soon. " *time skip*"Sweets! im home!!" *he says as he walks to the bedroom just to see his favorite person in the world , ʏᴏᴜ.* "sweets? are you awake" he asked in a quiet voice, you reply "yes im awake , can we actually do something now? it's your birthday you should be able to do something fun." wanna go watch movies and maybe make some dinner? im actually starving" he says while changing into home clothes, " sure, I think we have some ingredients in the fridge? *time skip while they are watching the movie**you wake up from you nap to see him laying on you chest sleeping peacefully* you look up and look at the sealing think of how the day has been, it's been amazing. 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱?.
Read ur au ex husband au on sukuna and y/n. Splendid work btw, a real gem. May i ask about sukuna feelings about y/n? I’ve read about him will not be a love interest but is it a possibility that sukuna maybe have feelings for her? He just hide it from the world about take it to the grave.
This ask is a year old because it sat in my drafts and not my queue for some reason T_T Sorry! Here's what I had:
Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying it!!! Sukuna has no romantic feelings for the MC at all. For three reasons:
1.) Lore-wise, MC was married to Gojo and Sukuna as I write him wouldn't want to open that can of worms.
2.) Writing-wise, I didn't want to get too harem-y with everyone being a possible love interest.
3.) Again writing-wise, I wanted MC to have her own complexity and by extension relationships despite being a reader insert. So I wanted her to have friends that were just friends rather than having romance involved because platonic love is super important too. And then Sukuna is Sukuna so I thought it would be interesting for one of her best platonic bonds to be with him of all people.
Thank you so much for the ask! (I'm sorry it's a year late)
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Ive had tumblr for roughly three years now and youre the first person ive ever followed I LOVE YOUR EX HUSBAND GOJO AU SO MUCH 🫶🫶 KEEP FEEDING US!!
Ever!??! I'm so honored omg ik I got this ask a while ago (I've been playing catch up) and I looked and you only follow two people?!?! Including me????? I feel like I need to give you a loyalty card
Imagine that ex-husband Gojo is baffled by you giving him the cold shoulder upon your return from your romantic getaway with his replacement.
As far as he knew, Satoru didn't bother you or anyone else (except Suguru) about his grief over this trip whatsoever. So why were you upset with him? Why aren't you back happy, well-rested, glowing, possibly with a ring? (Even if that last one would've broken Satoru for good.)
"Hey, did you-- Where'd she go?" Satoru popped his head into a classroom at the Kyoto school where he'd just finished a meeting. As soon as he opened his mouth, you took off out of the room's other door. Sen looks up unimpressed while his friends give each other a dubious look.
"That's her business," he grumbles.
You'd been dodging him for going on two weeks now and while Satoru's always had an unbreakable spirit, he was beginning to think that he should leave you well enough alone. Even after the divorce, you never avoided him like this.
Sen watches his father's face fall and morph into genuine sorrow.
'He doesn't deserve her anyway.' Sen reminds himself over and over again. Satoru mumbles an apology and turns to leave.
Hikari Higuruma and Naoki Zenin both kick him under their desks.
"Come on, man," Nao murmurs.
"Say something!" Hikari hisses.
Both of Sen's friends are the type to respond to "will you help me hide a body?" with "yeah, what snacks should I bring and how many shovels do we need?" With that in mind, their disapproval in this scenario seriously puts the situation into perspective for Sen. That, and he thinks his mother stands to lose the most if he doesn't speak up.
'Dammit,' Sen thinks to himself.
"Dad!" he barks. Satoru must've truly been deep in thought when the sharp crack of his son's voice is enough to make him jump. He turns and Sen leans back in his chair, trying to look nonchalant.
"You didn't do anything wrong," Sen says before thinking of a caveat. "This time." He may not know the details, but Sen at least knows you well enough that whatever happened on your couples' retreat had nothing to do with anything Satoru did.
Satoru looks hopeful. "Then what's--"
"Didn't I just say that's her business?" Sen snaps. "Go ask her if it's so important!" Satoru affords his son a small smile. There's a nonzero chance that he spoke up out of pity, but Satoru is sure the majority of Sen's motivation was for your sake. If there's anything without doubt in this world, it's Sen's love for you.
"Right." Satoru tosses a green packet to his son, who easily catches it in one hand. "Thanks anyway, kiddo!" Good thing he grabbed a pack of chocorooms the last time he was at the train station.
As Satoru leaves, Hikari snatches the pack from Sen.
"Oh, I fuck with these," she says, tearing the bag open.
Nao reaches over. "Hand those over!"
"No way, you're too slow!"
"Those are literally mine."
"Get off!"
Satoru smiles. His son was never as lonely as he was growing up and he never would be as long as those two were around.
Imagine ex-husband Gojo hearing your soft sniffles from inside a random storage closet. He hasn't seen or heard you cry in, what, fifteen years?
He softly taps on the door. "Hi," he murmurs.
The sniffling immediately stops as you contemplate the likelihood of him going away. But you know him like you know yourself and even if you don't let him inside the closet, he'd sit down and wait by the door until you're ready. And if you don't talk to him after that, he'd walk you home. And if you were silent the whole way home, he'd keep his mouth shut until you were ready.
And that just about sums up the kind of person your husband is.
Ex-husband. Fuck.
You reach out and unlock the door, which Satoru takes as his cue to come in and shut it behind him. Normally, he'd cup your face in his hands like you were the most precious thing in the world (you are, as far as he's concerned) and wipe your tears with his thumbs, but he can't do that now because you've been avoiding him for a while now and you may or may not be engaged to someone else.
"This is my own fuck up, Satoru," you tell him with a big sniffle. You try to collect yourself before tears start to fall again. Putting your face in your hands, you tell him, "You don't need to comfort me. This is my own fault."
Satoru takes your hands in his. He doesn't feel a ring and he hates himself for feeling hopeful about that.
"Did he propose?" he asks as neutrally as he can.
You rest your forehead against his chest. "He might as well have. He offered me a promise ring. It was beautiful. I couldn't have designed a better one myself."
Saying it out loud make the guilt even heavier.
Satoru isn't afraid of much, but he is afraid to ask, "And?"
"And." You purse your lips and he deserves eye contact right now, but you don't have the strength. "I couldn't accept it."
Satoru's heart skips a beat and he curses himself for it. But even he's taking aback. The perfect man just served himself to you on a silver platter and you said no?
"Oh," is all he can say.
You reply, "Yeah. Oh."
"Why?" he can't help but ask.
"Satoru, you know why."
"I promise you I don't."
It takes a moment for you to figure out how you want to say this, but you settle for short version.
"It's just." You breathe in his scent, as familiar to you as your own. He smells like coming home after a long trip and while hotels and AirBNBs and temporary homes may be nice and have all the luxuries, nothing beats returning to the space you cultivated for yourself. "Every day I'm not your wife is the worst day of my life. So no, I couldn't promise myself to someone else. And I feel like a bad person because I went on this trip knowing that there was a possibility he'd ask to make us official and I went anyway, and you know what he said to me after I said no?"
"What?" Satoru breathes out. His mind is still reeling from the first thing you said. About how much you hated not being his wife. And now all he could think about is that from the moment the word 'divorce' left your mouth all those years ago, he'd been sleepwalking through life sustained only by the brief moments he got to see you or hear of you or be reminded of you.
You fist your hands in his shirt. "He told me it was ok. That I don't owe him anything and he'll always cherish our time together." You shake your head miserably. "I never deserved him. There's no version of me that ever will, but I just can't be with him."
Satoru doesn't move. He'd let go of your hands when you grabbed his shirt and his hands now hang limply at his sides. He stands so still that it's like he hasn't even heard you.
It may not seem like it in the moment, but your ex-husband always found the right words. From the first, "you look like crap" to the wedding vows he spent months on and ended up going off script anyways, he always knew just what to say.
As the silence stretched on, you grew increasingly uncomfortable. There was never any doubt that Satoru loved you, but now that you've said something you can't take back, has he realized how the eventual heartache wasn't worth it in the end? At some point, has he realized that maybe you were just never meant to be?
"Satoru?" you ask in a small voice.
Rather than using insufficient words for the feeling of joy and relief beyond comprehension, Satoru wordlessly reaches into his shirt and pulls out a chain. On it hangs his wedding ring, yours, and your engagement ring.
In the weeks after the divorce, you tried to give your engagement and wedding ring back to him. He didn't accept them at first, telling you they're yours and always would be, but one day, he came to work and found them sitting on his desk. He exorcised 37 curses that day.
You huff a laugh. "You keep those on you?"
The storage closet you're in is small, smells mildly of bleach and strongly of dirt, and the light fixture hangs so low Satoru has to stoop to not bang his head. His elbow knocks over a mop and the bucket its in, which causes a chain reaction of falling cleaning supplies, but he ignores it all to awkwardly fit himself onto one knee.
Satoru unclasps the chain and slides your engagement ring off. Your hands fly to your mouth and to him, you look even more beautiful than you did the first time he asked. Your cheeks aren't as full, you look more world-weary, but your eyes still shine as bright and you'll always be you, and for that, Satoru could never love anyone else the way he loved you. Not even close, not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Satoru slides his blindfold up and it sits in his hair messily. "Maybe you don't think you deserve him, but if I could just be selfish this one time." He has to swallow to keep his voice steady. "I'd ask if you'd be willing to settle for me, who doesn't deserve you. Because I love you and I'll spend the rest of my life making you happy."
Your tears fall freely as he takes your left hand in his.
"If that's enough, then I hope you'll accept this as a promise ring. That I'll take it slow and I'll respect your boundaries and you can back out at any time." He winks. "And that I'll get you a new engagement ring when the time comes."
It's like you've just walked through the threshold of your home after ages away. Breathed in your scent. Taken in all the decor you've collected while living there.
"You've spent a really long time hung up on the same girl, Satoru," you laugh wetly.
Satoru grins. "You don't get it. She's a really special girl. No one compares. So, what do you say? I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow?"
And what else are you supposed to say? That's Your Man.
Hello, loves, I just moved from one end of the U.S. to the other and moved away from my parents for work. I lived in the same house in the same bedroom for 24 years, and it's been hard, so I haven't been writing, but here is the most emotional installment I've written of any fic ever. I hope you enjoy.
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if gojo was a mess after the divorce, how was reader? was she so bad that it turned sen into a guard dog? is that why sen is so protective of his mama?
Reader was very "I Can Do It With a Broken Heart" about it most of the time, and she did a stellar job raising Sen, but she had her bad days too, especially with what jujutsu society had to say about her divorce and her overpowered son.
She made sure to not put any of her emotions on Sen, but you know, she's only human, so over time, Sen came to realize how much of her grief she protected him from, and that's the catalyst behind his protectiveness -- his gratefulness to her for how hard she tried to give him a happy, normal childhood.
Thank you so much for the ask!
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