#satosugusho

[madoka-jet-engine]

Okay a sashisu fic is GOING to happen soon trust.

Im thinking them all smoking w33d but idk tumblrs rules on drug talk so ill have to think about it, might just make them drinking.

In like a threesome/poly type relationship

[dongjunma]

Hugs

It's not like she doesn't like hugs. No. It's not like she isn't fan of, or tries to run away every time someone does it.

Actually, at first, she really did try to run away from touches, and from kisses, and hugs, and everything else that involves someone in her space. It was her rule.

And then they happened.

Satoru touches her all the time. He likes to hug, to kiss, to put himself on her space, he forgets so easily that she has space, she is not him, for god sake, so of course she needs space. But he just doesn't care. He wants to stay close, he wants more. He wants everything of her.

Suguru is calmer, gentle touch, soft kiss, and putting her in his space almost so soft that she doesn't even realize what he is doing. He doesn't like space too, even if she hears he saying that he doesn't like to touch, he is almost always touching her.

And both of them is always touching each other. Always hugs, always fighting, and Shoko is sure that they can't handle their want to touch so they do the first thing they can think of. Fight.

She almost never initiates touch.

And should've never let them initiate too.

Right now, looking at the fight in front of her, with Satoru dead, and every kind in the room look at her, she feels starving. Starving of touch. Their touch.

The reality hits her so strongly that she doesn't know what to do, what she can do. She doesn't remember when was the last time she had kissed, hugged, loved Satoru. She doesn't remember the last time she had kissed, cried, and loved Suguru.

She doesn't remember and that hurts.

No one reaches her, no one touch her, no one hugs her, and that okay but at the same time she is so tired. She wants their hugs, she wants their kisses, she wants them and she can't have them.

They were so selfish, kissing her, touching her, loving her, and them leaving her like she was nothing.

She was alone. Without the touches she never asked. Without the kisses she never needed.

And deep down she knew that she was without her life too.

[highladydeath]

I just had this ideia but imagine::

Sashisu as assassin. Suguru and Satoru act on field, Shoko take care of what mission they get. They all live together on Satoru apartment.

Satoru is son of one of the biggest leader of the mafia.

Suguru had just lost his girlfriend when he met Satoru.

And they both had met Shoko on a mission, and they still don't know a lot about her past.

They have a mission, it's to kill Toji. A guy who is wanted by all the three biggest mafia family. Suguru and Satoru go to him and when they finally killed them, they found two of his kids there, hiding.

Shoko says they have to get the kid to the police, suguru and Satoru take them home.

And imagine just like that, they start to take care of the kids.

Megumi is 4, Tsumiki is 6. They all are happy thinking their daddy is traveling and they will be staying with their awesome daddy. Megumi knows something is wrong but doesn't tell no one, because he doesn't like his dad that much. Tsumiki is happy because she and Shoko get along so well.

[penguinxturtle]

If someone makes a stsg x reader or stsg x shoko fanfic or a fanart based on k.will’s please don’t mv… that would be a bomb and iconic af💣💥💥🫳🏻🎤

[highladydeath]

Something out of that mafia parents Sashisu that I talked about. So yeah.

Remembering y'all that English is not my first language.

You know when you look at something and feel at peace? Like everything it will be alright, it'll resolve?

Well, she doesn't feel like that at all at that moment, looking at both idiots she calls partner carrying not one, but two kids. Two kids that are sleeping, each one on each idiot arms. She doesn't know what to do.

" They can't stay. " She says, looking at the kids and them at her partners. " We're not a daycare, you know? They can't. Leave them at the police station door. I don't know and I don't care."

She cares, Suguru and Satoru know, she cares a lot and that's why she says that.

" Sho-koooo" Satoru whines, blinking his big blue eyes. He is not using his glasses, the boy on his arms is using that. Shoko is sure that the boy is not really sleeping but she says nothing. At least not about that. " they could say something about us. They saw our faces."

" And whose fault is this?" Shoko asks, crossing her arms.

Suguru knows, and Satoru too, that is one step for her not change her mind. There are two more steps, and of they reach on step 3, well, they would not get the kids.

" Ours...? But shoko, look at them. They're cute. And we just can't let them go and it's cruel. . ."

Shoko knows it's cruel, but her life was cruel to her too and she turned out good. And the kids were brothers, she knows they will stay good with each other. And one part of her, deep on her soul, knows that making the kids staying with them would be so much more crueller.

So she shakes her head and searches for her cigarette and Suguru realizes that's step 2.

" Shoko." Suguru calls, he adjusts the girl in his arms. " they don't have no one. Fushigoro is searched everywhere by everyone, they will search for them. The boy is Zenin . . . Their mom is probably dead. Let's stay with them till we find a place for them. A good place, with good identities. "

And when shoko sights both of them know they had won. They would stay with the kids.

" They are your responsibilities. Yours, not mine."

And when she starts walking to her room, both boys share a smile, a large smile. They know it will be easy, In the end they were assassins, what could be worse than that?

[highladydeath]

Selfish

So, some piece that is renting free in my mind. English not my mother language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. There are spoilers from chapter 236 of the manga.

She hates Suguru. Shoko Ieiri hates Suguru Geto so much. And she only hates him so much because once she loved him as much.

She loved him. She had loved every single piece of him, had watched him grow. Had been there too. And she didn't only loved him, but she loved them.

Suguru once was her sun, her sky. Suguru once was a boy that Shoko was so certain she would have forever even if he was never hers. Never. Not once.

Satoru was her ground, her ocean, the wind on her face. He was once hers but never all. Never enough.

They were everything to her. Everything. Every breath, every air, every touch. She was there too. . . She was alone too.

And then everything broke. In front of her and even if she had the hand of a healer she could never heal this. Never. Everything fell, and she could do nothing.

Suguru was selfish, leaving that way, not looking behind. He was selfish, he left and looked so much better than they could have been without him. He loved, he lived, and not with them.

And not satisfied, Shoko saw him take Satoru too. She was there, left with what once was hers. She was there with a broken body. Satoru was nothing but a body without soul.

Suguru, why so selfish.

And then. . .

And then it was Satoru's time to be selfish. Kill the villain, be the hero, save the day and never let her say goodbye. Oh, how she hated suguru once more. And this time she hated Satoru too.

Satoru with his lips, with his touch, with his smile. Satoru that showed up on her house, blue eyes looking at her souls and lips looking for her. And once more Satoru was her.

But never all. She could never have all. It wasn't for her. It was for Suguru. And it was okay. It was okay because at least she could have a little bit. Just a little bit.

But that wasn't true. Not, it was never true.

Suguru had attacked once more. This time permanently.

Satoru was never hers, and she could never see. Satoru was always his. Only his.

Ans Shoko cries, body on his body, cursing Suguru names, while being sure that Satoru would never comeback again. But she wants.

She wants like the air she breaths, she needs, and why Suguru had to take Satoru and not her too? Why couldn't he take her? Why she had to be the one left behind.

Selfish, so selfish, he was, taking taking and taking.

Selfish, how selfish he was, giving, giving and giving.

Selfish, how selfish both of them was, letting her being like nothing.

She was there.... She was there too. She was there, looking at them, all the time.

So why does she feel so selfish just for wanting them back?

[blizzy-21]

(this was in my brain and I needed to write it down)

Satoru's Lament.

It’d been too long. Way too damn long. Satoru exhaled, staring in the mirror above his bathroom sink. He could barely recognize the man staring back at him. The eyes, the ones he was “blessed” with, those were his. The hair, the beautiful, ivory strands, that was his, too. But the defeated and downright empty look on his face, that wasn’t his. How could it be? He was Satoru Gojo, the Satoru Gojo, the Honored One. A man made into a symbol of the strongest in Jujustu Society, praised since birth, his abilities being his strong suit. He shook his head, avoiding the mirror, walking into his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed, like it wasn’t his own. He didn’t make a sound as he pulled out his phone, opening the camera roll as he always did on nights like these. His fingers scrolled to right where they needed to, memories from 2006, his eyes immediately focusing onto one photo in particular. He smiled faintly, blinking back tears as he clicked on the picture. It was a photo of him, Suguru, and Shoko, before everything went south. He exhaled, zooming in on the other two, their faces lit up with youth, and with laughter. His hands shook lightly as he blinked back tears. The only two people who saw him for him, and not the weapon everyone else saw him as. He didn’t have to put up a front with them, the man could be himself. If he even knew who that was anymore. He placed his phone face down on the bed next to him, eyes closing. He knew he’s fooling himself, there’s no way he would sleep, not now. He has a few ghosts around him, watching as he lays there, wishing things had ended differently, maybe he wouldn’t be alone in a house big enough for 3.

[blizzy-21]

not me adding my own ships subtly into my writing....