I Want....😫

another sad jjk fics.

honestly, anything with suguru is just depressing knowing that he's gone.

skyfall — geto suguru

⥅ tags. fem!reader, non sorcerer au, university au, domestic fluff, heavy angst, unreliable narrator, multi-chapter

⥅author's n. one of my favorite pieces of angst i've ever written. apologies in advance, but i hope u enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it ♡

"will i see you again?"

"of course," you smiled through the tears, "even if the skies fall, or a huge wave takes over the city, you'll never get rid of me."

his hold tightened, your cheek pressing against his chest as you both tried to calm yourselves down.

"you're my sunrise, and i'm your sunset," he whispered in your ear, "never forget that."

—

part one. sunrise (her)

part two. sunset (him)

i want to comfort sugu 😩

yours, ardently - geto suguru x reader

꒰꒰. SYNOPSIS: suguru crumbles in the presence of genuine devotion

꒰꒰. WARNINGS: reverse comfort, fluff, slight angst (lmk if i missed anything <3)

꒰꒰. NOTE: hello! i'm back (kind of) with my pookie, suguru. i've managed to write this in between dealing w/ school stuff and crying over school stuff. i missed writing sm 😭

Geto Suguru is a man of chaotic solitude. Much like his best friend, he strives in an environment well-lived, radiant and loud. Age and maturity-wise, he could say he’s grown past that childlike impulsivity enough to avoid impending conflicts but he’s still just a man— not immune to the inevitable distraught of life. He used to be a bright-eyed boy with such a positive outlook in all things that come his way. His perspective of the world was reflected in the same sense of warmth that seemed to enshroud his very presence: gentle and kind, full of hope. He was a paragon that even the strongest relied on, his best friend’s moral compass was influenced by him as he was quite sensitive and so in tune to the things around him. 

Though he is not one to talk about the troubles that keep him up at night, you know him well enough to understand that something is wrong. The way he started shutting off anyone else that dares to come close is heartbreaking, even more so with knowing that there is nothing you can do that can fill the void in his heart. He rarely smiles nowadays. His face no longer lights up with glee and when it does, it no longer reaches his eyes— they don't crinkle anymore into pretty crescent shapes. They are both just bleak and empty pools that stare far away into the distance, slowly succumbing to the downward spiral journey of his life, and the possibility of not being able to catch up once he decides to let go, leave and not look back anymore is daunting. 

A soft knock interrupts your musing before you hear Suguru's voice from behind the door. "You awake?"

The sheets make rustling sounds as you hurry to open the door of your bedroom, ready to welcome Suguru in, both in your space and in your arms because it's how you comfort yourself— some sort of assurance that he's still with you. "Can't sleep?"

He only nods his head, making a beeline to your bed and you watch him sigh, his shoulders dropping in relaxation as if the warmth of your bed and your smell that lingers on the pillows are enough to coax him out of his shell. 

"Come, baby." Suguru reaches out to you, hand outstretched in the dark. And even though you can barely make out his figure on the bed, his presence is enough to make up for everything that was lacking when you were alone and wallowing in your thoughts of him.

It does not take you long to occupy the other side of the bed, almost instinctively cuddling up to him and embracing his body so tenderly you feel him slowly easing with you. His arms are quick to wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer as if he’s afraid you would slip away if he doesn't hold you tight. “It’ll be Christmas in a few months.” Suguru mentions, breaking the silence with the low timbre of his voice— soothing as always.

You smile, lifting your head just a bit to get a brief look at his face. “Yeah. Are we still on for that trip we planned last April?”

There is a telltale sign of a smile on his face— through the poor lighting that emits from the barely opened window of your room, you witness the slight upward curves at the corners of his lips, and for a moment you could see a glimpse of hope: a future with him. Everything will be alright.

Suguru doesn’t respond, his eyes just trailing across every feature of your face. Such sad eyes he has, but there is no denying the hints of love in the pretty brown hues of them as he admires you in silence. They even seem a little dim with the absence of it’s usual spark yet it doesn't take away the fact that he's still your Suguru. Your beautiful Suguru.

“Get some sleep, my love.” Your murmur, allowing him to burrow deeper in your arms and lay his head on your chest. The way you caress his hair makes him hum, so tender and full of care that it’s soothing. 

You let the tranquility of the night engulf your entwined bodies under the comfort of your sheets, letting the hours tick by with no care for anything at all but the warmth of your love and the way his breath settles evenly.

“I wish you’d just talk to me, Suguru.” You whisper once you've deemed he’s fallen asleep, your hands still caressing his hair in gentle strokes. “You’re not alone, you know? Share with me your pain.” Your voice falters with the last words you’ve spoken, finding it hard to breathe with the lump in your throat as you try to keep your tears at bay.

“I know you’re strong but you don’t always have to carry all that weight— I’m here. Satoru’s here, Ieri even. We’re always here.” A shaky breath falls past your lips when you feel Suguru’s arms tighten around you, the sound of a conspicuous sob from him almost makes you lose it but not right now. You need to be the one to keep it together and hold him, be his safe space and give him the assurance he needs to be vulnerable.

You resume playing with his hair, pressing a chaste kiss on his crown. "I love you."

And in that moment, Suguru crumbles in the presence of genuine devotion. He feels so ardently cared for, sheltered and utterly weak in your arms. Everything will be alright.

reading up on the whole thing.

all the changes that are gonna happen now that you know who has been re-elected is disastrous. im not american, no where near north america, and i feel deeply for those people who did, are, and will suffer under his administration.

how did this even happen? why can't people see the irreparable damage he is gonna bring? what were the people thinking when they chose him?

'make america great again'??? how is this administration gonna achieve that? by reversing every political milestone that people fought so hard for?

my deepest sympathies goes to everyone who lives in america.

"the land of dreams", "the land of the free"? it's all just a pipe dream now.

charles darwin said "survival of the fittest", you know who says "survival of the white, the conservative, and the men"

stay safe 🙏

I’m going to kill myself and I wish I were joking but I truly am just…shocked. I hate this country. I fucking hate everything and everyone. I actually can’t believe this right now. Everything, EVERYTHING this country still has and any reputation or legitimacy the government may have is fucking gone. Everything is fucking gone. Everything is done.

The irony that this fucking man who got impeached twice and has 30+ felonies under his belt, ran the most scary and dangerous race with the worst possible policies, and still managed to fucking win. I don’t even have words to say, I’m just crying as I type this. I’m lucky to live in a “progressive” city, but even then people don’t know how fucked up things are for those in swing states and overall Republican states. The existence of people who voted against him are threats to their safety and livelihoods. We are going to be sent so far backwards this country won’t have anything left, and if you think we’ll be able to protest and mobilize under Trump I really hope you’re prepared to die because that’s what waiting for us when he uses military power against protestors.

This is the same man that said he wants to get rid of immigrants and birthright citizenship, as a first gen immigrant that’s a direct threat to me and my family’s livelihood in this country. We’re going to have a conservative majority for the next 50 years, and you can all kiss tumblr and everything else you hold dear goodbye. Food recalls, climate disaster will be sped up immensely, the entire Middle East is about to be a disaster and we can’t stop it, department of education is essentially done, police are getting full immunity to kill whoever they see fit but we know it’ll be black Americans. Women and LGBTQ people just lost whatever rights they have left and men will use that to their fucking advantage. And people who think this stops at 4 years aren’t thinking, he can easily change to extend the presidential term because now republicans have control of all three fucking branches of government, they can do whatever they want. Yes, it is that bad. The amount of violence that will take place within the next few days and after inauguration day will be immense, I can’t even imagine what it’ll be like.

Literally fuck white women who voted for Trump. Fuck Latinos who voted for Trump. Fuck first time male voters who voted for Trump. Fuck the Democratic Party for being pro genocide and caring too much about Republican voters. Fuck everyone and everything, and I truly wholeheartedly mean that. I have too many words and feelings that literally won’t fit the page, but all I can say is fuck you all.

yes baby, pls become real 😩

LOVE, GIVE ME YOUR HAND

cont. gojo x reader, fluff. pda pda pda. mentions of love and sweetheart. established relationship!au, they’re on a train. he asked for her hand (literally or in marriage?). intentional lowercase.

a/n. i was screaming the entire time i wrote this. ahhhhhh

amidst the bustling crowd on the crowded train to kyoto, you and gojo found yourselves standing side by side, the hum of conversations and the rhythmic sway of the train creating a soothing atmosphere.

his fingers lightly brushed against your waist, pulling you even closer to him amidst the press of the crowd. gojo, listening to music with one of his earbuds, turned to you, his sapphire blue eyes glowing with a beautiful intensity. he flashed a mischievous grin, his hand slipping down to find yours.

“love," he whispered, his voice a low, inviting murmur, "can you give me your hand?"

confused, you extended your right hand to him, the back of your hand facing upwards. as he held your hand, his thumb brushed gently over your knuckles, his touch sending tingles up your arm.

a frown was evident on your face as you tried to depict his next moves, but you gave no extra thought to his question, thinking it was just one of his other shenanigans.

but gojo's other hand gently cupped your chin, tilting it upwards.

your eyes widen in surprise as his face inched closer, and before you can fully comprehend what's happening, his lips met yours in a tender, unexpected kiss. his lips were warm and tender, pressing against yours with a delicate urgency.

the world around you seems to fade away, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, lost in the sweetness of the stolen kiss. when he finally pulls away, you're left breathless and bewildered.

“um? didn't you ask for my hand?" you stammered, your face flushed with a pleasant surprise.

“oh, i will, sweetheart,” he whispered by your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand, his fingers tracing light patterns on your skin, his eyes glistening with love as he looked into your very own.

“soon, my love.”

gojo become real pls

my new year's gift ✨️

gojo is sure that he’s going to die today.

you’re gonna kill him, tsumiki’s gonna kill him. hell, megumi’s probably gonna kill him too.

once gojo finds him, that is.

the task had been simple: go to the mall and get a picture with the mall santa. easy. fool-proof. but he’d turned his back for thirty seconds to look at a nice shirt in a display, and now the brat’s nowhere to be seen.

he’d always been thankful that the seven year-old was relatively independent. it meant less work for him. but now it’s been fifteen minutes, he hasn’t seen that sea-urchin hair anywhere, and gojo’s now feeling the panic of a single, overworked parent in a mop commercial.

he shouldn’t have let you talk him out of the backpack leash. “it’s impossible to lose him now, he’s seven,” you’d said.

well, it was possible. bet you’re gonna feel real stupid when he says ‘i told you so.’

(stupid, amongst other things. anger might win out if gojo comes home alone, without even the picture with the knock-off santa.)

he slides his shades down every time a group of kids passes by, because maybe megumi’s made a friend and run off with another group of fellow delinquents? he hopes that’s the case.

a quick check to his watch confirms gojo’s now been searching for twenty minutes, and he’s really kinda worried. what if something had happened? he’s ready to call the police, the DA, maybe even nanamin—

“excuse me, sir?”

he whirls around to see a mall cop behind him, an almost laughable attempt of a stern look on his face and powdered sugar caught in his moustache. not exactly who he’d turn to right now, but he has a badge and probably has access to the intercom system.

“yeah?”

“we’ve been getting reports of a tall man with sunglasses staring at children. you’re going to need to come with me,” he says, almost boredly. there’s a pair of handcuffs hanging from his belt that gojo could crumble into pieces with a flick of his wrist.

yet he blinks, brain short-circuiting as he processes rent-a-cop’s words. what?

“staring at children— i’ll have you know i’m a teacher!” kinda. “and that if anyone’s child is in danger, it’s probably mine!”

“sir,” he sighs, “could you just come with me?”

“my kid is missing,” he insists. “could you just help me out before literally everyone i know chews me out and i’m responsible for losing one of the greatest things to come out of his shit family?”

this man looks like he could honestly care less, but heaves a great sigh and turns around, gesturing for him to follow.

gojo trails after him, eyes still roving around for any sign of megumi until they get to what he assumes is a very sad, not very secure mall jail.

and sitting there in a little room with a flimsy lock, is fushiguro megumi.

“holy— holy shit!” he laughs, with relief, with amusement, he doesn’t know. he pounds on the glass, watching the kid’s eyes widen slightly. “that’s my kid! megumi!! what the hell did you do?”

“he got into a fight with the mall santa and kicked an elf in the family jewels,” the cop at the desk answered. “we called his guardian.”

gojo stares at him, brows furrowed. his phone hadn’t rung once! “but i’m his guar—”

“satoru.”

uh oh.

“hey!” he grins, whirling around to greet you with a nervous laugh and a kiss to the lips that you don’t reciprocate. “babe! what are you doing here?”

“i’m here to bail megumi out of mall jail,” you answer flatly, pinching the bridge of your nose. “i asked you to do one thing for tsumiki. you just had to get a cute picture of her brother with santa claus. how are you going to tell her that he’s been banned from the mall until next year?”

the cop opens the door to let the little delinquent out.

megumi digs into his pants pocket, holding a crumpled photo out to you. “i went and got the picture when he left to look at clothes.”

the sorcerer withers under your glare as you take the photo, smoothing it out as best you can to take a look.

“megumi, this is a picture of you punching santa in the face.”

-

“hey, gojo-sensei, what’s this?” itadori asks, fishing a creased piece of paper from his wallet.

“i thought i told you to get my frozen yogurt stamp card,” he chuckles.

“you kept that?” megumi asks, staring at him in the rear view mirror.

“he made copies and sent it out as a christmas card,” you laugh from the passenger seat. “‘merry christmas from the fushigojos’”

“oh my god,” megumi groans. “you guys are so embarrassing.”

“we had to bail you out of jail.”

“fushiguro went to jail?” nobara gasps. “why didn’t you tell us this? you never tell us anything!”

“it was at a mall.”

“you were in a room that locked from the outside,” gojo quips. “sounds like jail to me.”

“let’s not forget the reason why he was there,” you grumble. “negligence.”

“you’re the one who said we didn’t need the backpack leash! i told you so.”

i live for this 🫶🫶🫶

🩵🩵🩵

五条先生rkgk

「元気出してよ」

☆Art by: illust_man_2020 on twitter!☆

i want...😫

Hi there! I saw your post about a Kishibe request. I have one...How about a OS with Kishibe x Younger! Fem! Reader (like 25 maybe). Where Kishibe is training with Denji and Power. Reader is a beautiful and kind woman, Denji finds it so hard to believe that Kishibe is dating a beautiful woman. She decides to bring a lunch for his students and for him on their break. Being a flirt with him, being completely in love with each other but the students are kind of gross out for all the mushy love.

Lunch Break {Kishibe}

A/n: my first Kishibe request!!! Thank you so much for requesting and hopefully you will like this!! Though I had no idea whether the reader is supposed to be a civilian or not so I wrote it so she is a devil hunter.

Pairing: Kishibe x younger!fem!reader

Trigger Warnings: age gap relationship (reader is early 20s and Kishibe is his canon age which means probably early 50s), mentions of blood

Kishibe was never a man who cared enough to get lunch with him. Most of the time he barely even has time to take a piss break, let alone eat. Though, if he were to be completely honest, the fridge at his apartment is almost always empty.

So eventually, especially after getting in a relationship with him, you took it upon yourself to prepare food for him because there would be times when he would come home to his apartment and he would immediately fall asleep.

"Time for lunch." The sound of your voice made both Denji and Power turn their heads, mid air, completely ruining their attack on Kishibe. Whether you had interrupted them or not, of course they wouldn't have landed the attack. Kishibe had most probably seen through them already.

The two teenagers fell on the ground, wincing at their asses bumping on the cold ground. Yet their eyes never left your form. They had heard about you, one of the top devil hunters in the organisation. If their shared braincell wasn't deceiving them, they had seen you before, passing by them whenever their training finished.

And your image was so deceiving. Your black suit hugging your curves perfectly, and that somewhat blank expression on your face? Yet you were holding two bags filled to the brink with food. And you were so pretty. A blessing to Denji's tired eyes. He would have eagerly dated you if you weren't with Kishibe. Whether he actually had a chance with you or not, is another story.

"Food." Denji growled, reaching out a hand towards you as you walked towards them. A threatening glare from Kishibe was enough to have both Denji and Power on their knees in front of you, their backs straightened and the warmest smiles on their faces.

Setting both bags down in front of them, you returned their smiles with one of yours and hugged Kishibe. The older man loosely wrapped his arms around your waist, his much bigger frame almost hiding yours. He wasn't one to show much affection in public, and especially in front of his students, so the small and loose hug didn't bother you at all.

"You can eat." Your soft words were like music to Power and Denji's ears, a vocal reward for doing their best during today's training. The two kids immediately dived in.

And for the most part, their attention was focused on the food in front of them until Power caught something from the corner of her eyes. "Ew." She muttered under her breath, partially afraid that Kishibe would hear it and make her train more.

Upon hearing her mumble, Denji turned his head in question and there you were, sitting on Kishibe's lap. His arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you in place so you could feed him your homemade sushi. And Kishibe was eagerly eating it, not a single complain leaving his mouth or even entering his brain.

"Keep your eyes to your food." Kishibe said, the tone of his voice more than threatening. Maybe it was on purpose so he could hear the melodic giggle coming out of your lips.

Power and Denji quickly averted their gaze and Kishibe turned his attention back on you, a small and almost barely visible smile on his aged face, the wrinkles being the only sign that he was actually smiling. You snuggled closer to him, offering him another roll which he gladly ate, thankful that he at least had you in this corrputed organisation and in this ruined world.

ryomen sukuna drabble ᝰ.ᐟ ˖ ˚⋆🎀

╰┈➤ sukuna! x reader! ೃ⁀➷

synopsis; sukuna being the best girl dad ever.

ೄྀ ࿐ fluff, sukuna's baby being a total daddy's girl <3 ˊˎ

"You brat."

Your daughter just coos, chewing further on one of Sukuna's most prized robes with a joyful smile - her small, chubby hands gripping the cloth as she slobbers her spit all over the expensive fabric

You giggle, watching as Sukuna sends the little girl a death glare that makes her hysterical - wheezing with laughter as her little red eyes light up at her father's angry face. She seemed to be finding the situation very amusing

"She's just a baby. A clueless one." You say, running your fingers through the girl's unruly pink hair as she coos at your touch - finally dropping the robe as she attempts to crawl into your lap

Sukuna hooks a finger onto the robe, holding it up in disgust as he stares at the dirtied fabric - mortified. Muttering on about how she knows exactly what she's doing.

Your laughter catches his attention as he watched you cradle the thing - his daughter, with a motherly tenderness that has him tossing the robe aside with an annoyed sigh

He stands by quietly, waiting for you to loosen your hold on the girl. Once you do, he pounces - grabbing the baby from your arms before you can even blink and immediately tipping her upside down as he holds onto her leg - obviously trying to scare the poor baby as he sends the little girl a menacing laugh

"What - Hey! Put my baby down!" You argue, taken by surprise by Sukuna's immeasurable speed as amusement dances in his eyes when he watches your baby reach for you - her small arms flailing around helplessly as Sukuna rolls his eyes

"Our baby. It's my kid, it can handle being held upside down for a - Hey! Why's she laughing?" He snaps, looking down at her with genuine confusion as the upside down girl bursts into a fit of giggles

You smile, tickling her tummy as she begins laughing more - the sweet sound music to your ears as you smile

"My baby is so brave." You squeal as Sukuna mumbles something about your daughter taking after your fearless nature

"Does she not know the King of Curses is trying to scare her? I believe that should be more than enough for the little brat to stop laughing." He grumbles as he finally releases her, watching as she turns towards him with a toothless grin

"I hate babies." He adds, as if trying to justify his actions when he presses a brief kiss onto the baby's chubby cheek that has her snuggling into Sukuna's chest - babbling on about something as he lays down beside you

"She loves you more than me." You pout, watching as she traces the black ink on Sukuna's skin with a childish fascination

"Please. She's such a pain to deal with when you're not around." He huffs. But he stops talking once your baby finally decides to quiet down, her fluttering lashes beginning to close as her chatter slows to a stop. Her small hand closed around Sukuna's finger as she falls asleep on his chest.

It was quiet for a few moments - the two of you having hearts for eyes as you watch your sweet baby girl sleep. Well, until Sukuna decides to ruin the silence

"Wait - how the hell do we get her off my chest without waking her up?" Sukuna suddenly whispers, scowling when you let out a silent laugh and snuggle closer to him - the moonlight from the night outside streaming into the room as you let a content sigh leave your lips

"Guess you're stuck like this, Suk's." You mumble into his skin, smiling as he wraps an arm around your baby to keep her secure on his chest while she sleeps, his eyes narrowing towards you when you press a kiss onto your baby's hand

"The little brat trapped me here." He groans, his voice holding nothing but annoyance as he spoke. His touch however, held nothing but love as he cradled both you and your daughter close to his chest, protective arms wrapped around both of you as sleep eventually took over your tired form.

He stayed awake a little while after you fell asleep, soaking in the unfamiliar feeling of inner peace he felt. He hated how vulnerable the two of you made him, and how the mere thought of something happening to his small family had him subconsciously tightening his arms around the both of you.

But the reassuring rise and fall of your chest, and your baby's little hand grasping onto his finger had him pulling you all the more closer, a silent promise being made inside his heart as he vowed to protect and sheild you two forever.

He finally closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall asleep in you and your little girl's embrace.

love...

Holy shit y'all I can't breathe bitch gimme an inhaler—