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missukiyo · 2 months

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— ex-husband! gojo x reader

read part 2 here

cw: angst. just pure angst. co-parenting, brief mentions of miscommunication, fluff if you squint…

a/n: repost!! this post somehow got taken down last time. first ever ‘fic’ on here so i really appreciate any form of constructive criticism.

ex-husband! gojo who you are forced to see every fortnight due to the co-parenting arrangement set in place for your beloved 5-year-old daughter, sayuri.

ex-husband! gojo who would linger at your doorstep during drop-offs, almost as if searching for an unspoken invitation back into your life.

ex-husband! gojo who would intentionally leave a bunch of his belongings at your place, even if it was something minor like chewing gum, just to find a reason to pop by again.

ex-husband! gojo who would occasionally call you ‘princess’ or ‘baby’ out of habit, catching himself mid-sentence and playing it off casually.

ex-husband! gojo who would gently hold the hand of your precious daughter sayuri during his pickup, leading her to his car for the two weeks they’ll spend together. he would cast a glance back at you at least once, his heart beating rapidly when he caught your gaze. oh, how he wishes you could be a complete family.

ex-husband! gojo who would try to conceal the sadness in his eyes when sayuri innocently asks why mommy and daddy can’t live together. he struggles to find the right words that won’t break her little heart or reveal the depths of his own.

ex-husband! gojo who would still keep a family picture of you, him and sayuri as his wallpaper. a bittersweet reminder of what he once had before he threw it all away.

ex-husband! gojo who, during some of sayuri’s school events, finds himself involuntarily stealing glances at you.

ex-husband! gojo who clings onto the hope that one day you’ll look at him the way you used to, even if it was just for a fleeting moment, even though deep inside, he knew that the shattered fragments of your heart could never be mended

ex-husband! gojo who, on sayuri’s birthdays, buys her two gifts — one for her and one for you, unable to break the tradition of making you feel special, even if it’s just a little.

ex-husband! gojo who, on a particularly lonely night, contemplates sending you late-night text messages, only to delete them before hitting send. some bridges were just never meant to be rebuilt.

ex-husband! gojo who would endure restless hours, plagued by the thoughts of whether you would eventually move on and perhaps find a person that wasn’t him to claim as your lover. part of him yearned for you to choose him, and him only. that your heart will only have room for him and no one else. yet, despite the pain having a hold on his heart, he suppressed his selfish desires, opting for your happiness even if it lies beyond him. he hoped that, even if you decide to move on from him, that chosen person will bring you unparalleled happiness. whoever you decide to move onto would be the luckiest man, or woman ever — for satoru never judges. he hopes that he or she would hold you tenderly as you drifted to slumber, and shower your face with affectionate kisses the time the morning commenced. he wished for your heart to mend, even if it meant it would beat to a different rhythm. maybe, this was fate’s way of biting back at him.

ex-husband! gojo who wishes he would’ve treated you better during your marriage with him. he wished he would’ve listened to you more — the subtle nuances in your voice and the silent cries for understanding that went unnoticed till it was too late. he wanted to make you smile again, even if it was the last time he’d ever get the privilege to see your toothy grin.

ex-husband! gojo who dreams of a parallel universe where he had never let go. where he never signed those damned divorce papers in the first place. where the family portrait on the wall of his bedroom room tells a different story — one of enduring love.

ex-husband! gojo who is soon learns to be grateful that you two are civil towards each other, even if it was majorly due to the co-parenting arrangement. a life like this was better than a life without you at all.

and yet ex-husband! gojo would wish to restart everything if he could.

ex-husband! gojo who promises to love you properly in his next life. and the next. and the next.

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mari-the-bimbo · 7 months

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This is so reader and ex husband gojo coded idk https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8RLocpm/

A/N: OMG THIS IS SO EX HUSBAND GOJO CODED!! 😭😭 Am I the only one who really misses ex husband Gojo updates? Maybe I should make another toxic series 🫢

But instead of convincing you back into a relationship, it’s more so gaslighting you into believing you’re still in a relationship with him LOL

Turning up under the lame ass excuse of ‘I don’t want my kids to think they’re in a broken family’. You give in easily, knowing he’ll win either way.

He’ll enter the house casually as he pleases since he already has the keys. Almost too happy looking as he enters the kitchen with a wide evil grin on his face, swirling the keys around his pale slender fingers as his blue orbs finds his prey. You’re switching between stirring the sauce and glaring at him.

“Hey Princess” he says almost mockingly, leaning against the counter, inching closer to your face ready to have a flirting session. “Aww you making my favourite for me?” He says.

“No it’s the ki-“ but before you could finish the sentence he grabs you from behind for a hug, muscular arms engulfing you into his muscular chest. He sloppily kisses your cheek making you grimace, but he ignores it, mumbling how much of a sweet wife you are.

“C’mon my angels! Mommy’s made us dinner!” Gojo says, casually sauntering out of the kitchen, searching for his beloved children.

That entire night is hell btw. Just Gojo having one arm around your shoulder, other hand feeding the kids, non stop sloppy kisses and calling you Mrs Gojo.

“Stop that” you grumble at some point when the kids aren’t paying attention. He laughs. An amused laugh, he loves how easy it is to rile you up.

“Don’t be like that baby” he coos. “I know you’re just cranky because you missed me but I’m here now” he adds, leaning in for a kiss again, but you move your head away this time, he laughs sadistically, opting to kiss your cheek instead. “I’ll make it up to you baby, I promise, just wait till the kids are asleep”

King of delulu for real.

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shininjjongg · 4 months

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Ex!Husband Gojo who physically gags whenever he sees another man approaching you

Ex!Husband Gojo who has become an intolerable stalker ever since your divorce

Ex!Husband Gojo who firmly believes there is no one out there who could ever make you feel as good as he did, as happy as he did

Ex!Husband Gojo who still sends gifts to your doorstep even tho they always find their way to the trash bin

Ex!Husband Gojo who is keen on the idea that if there is love things must always work out, but love sometimes just is not enough

Ex!Husband Gojo who always tries his advances on you

Ex!Husband Gojo who successfully dragged you into his bed after a particular non-alcohol free party with your and his fellow coworkers

Ex!Husband Gojo who promised to use protection but never did so

Ex!Husband Gojo who hoped and begged any and every god that would listen to him that you'd bear his child

Ex!Husband Gojo who wants to babytrap you

Ex!Husband Gojo who knows there's no one who could protect you better than him after all he's the strongest

Ex!Husband Gojo who childishly believes that you two are soulmates, created for one another

Ex!Husband Gojo took his oath seriously, til death do us apart.

#im obssesed with exhusband gojo trope #gojo #satoru gojo #ex husband gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x yn #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 19 days

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"i don't know what you want me to say," your heart hurts, "I'm not... I can't..."

"do you still want me." you turn so fast when he says that.

"do you still want me?" he asks.

"you're the father of my daughter," you breathe, "of course we-"

"you know what I mean," there's a certain frustration in the air right now. and you miss the way his eyes look at you as you notice how quick he is to walk up to you. inches away from you. "do you still think about me?"

"satoru..."

"i've thought about you," he breathes, "more than I'd care to admit. my dad's party is tomorrow... and we can still... we can still show up, you know?" you know what he means.

"we're divorced though."

"I know, but..." his eyes close, face so close to landing on your shoulder it almost makes you weak, "we'll always be her parents, we can just..." he wants to try again, but you don't see that. you see that he's trying to tie this all back to saori which makes you ache and draw back, your mind telling you to not be selfish. you can't be. not anymore.

"we'll alwyas be her parents," you feel your body betray your soul, "just like we always promised. she needs you just as much as she needs me.” I need you. “I just... I’m sorry for this unnecessary stress.” I don’t want to leave like this.

“you could never do that to me,” he says, “I just... I want to know if this is how it should be. I... I’m not asking for something tonight, but I want to know... do you think of me at all?” there it is. his vulnerability cuts right through you as your eyes, showing all emotion, meet his.

“you’re the father of my daughter,” it’s more than what you want to say, you chose him, after all. but those words aren’t enough for him. you’re not being selfish enough as you should be.

“I know I am,” he breathes, a bit raspier as his eyes go from yours to your lips. “but what am I to you during the hours of the night?” the insinuation makes you softly gasp, “what am I when you have a minute to yourself? when you having nothing but want in your mind, am I there?” he asks.

you know what to say.

part one, part two

#gojo #jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #satoru #gojo headcanons #ex husband Satoru #ex husband gojo

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zukisbabe · 6 months

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You cannot tell me this isn’t Satoru when you both are divorcing each other 😭

#hes so silly #gojo saturo x reader #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #ex husband gojo

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merlinssassybeard · 10 months

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'Ex' husband Gojo - Is that it?

Tags- angst, cheating, bad mental health of reader

Synopsis- Gojo and reader both wish to talk for the first time after deciding on a legal separation. Will they finally succeed in clearing the miscommunication? Or will their ship drown into the depths of the ocean?

The Aftermath- 02 // series masterlist

26th December 2016 || 01.58am

Satoru finished all of his missions in Seoul way out of pre scheduled time.

His schedule was designed such a way that he was supposed to finish all of it by 30th December so he could host the prestigous New Year's Event alongside his wife as the Head of The Gojo Family.

But Gojo was just not himself.

Ever since things got bad between you two, its as if Satoru lost a part of himself. He hasn't been the same since then...

Principal Yaga, the only person who sees The Satoru Gojo, as a spoiled brat but a soft hearted kid, had noticed the difference in his former student's change in demeanor and he was worried.

The principal knew something is amiss in Satoru's life. What he didn't knew was his former student is facing the same situation as himself. Divorce. The moment principal Yaga got to know about it, he knew he can't give any advice regarding marriage since he's himself a divorcee.

Gojo had been continuously doing missions, one after the other without any breaks in between. He had been keeping himself busy to not think about you.

He had deleted your number.

Deleted your pictures.

Removed every single sign of you from all round him in the two months. He didn't want a single thing related to you lying around him.

He hates the thought of you

He hates you to the core

"You want to get away from me y/n? I'll show you the way!" Satoru would think.

It angered him so much to think that he was so stupid to let his walls down and be vulnerable for once in his life.

Satoru, for once, had thought his life maybe wasn't all that dull afterall when you lit it up with your presence. You were his one and only weakness. He thought, maybe you did see him as a just tall and lanky guy who makes terrible jokes.

But none of his hate is real. All this hatred is just a facade of a husband who just yearns to fix everything with his beloved wife, doesn't matter what.

And that is why Satoru's pride couldn't hold him down after what he said...

"this will be the last time you see me"

After he came back to Tokyo, he headed for your Estate again after midnight just to see you, making sure you're alright.

He was hesitant when he reached the house at around 2 am in the morning.

Satoru didn't wanted to let everyone in the house know of his presence so he teleported himself directly in the living room. He headed for the master bedroom, quietly treading through the long empty hallways.

While walking he couldn't feel your presence in the home and it was confirmed when he slid open the bedroom door to an empty bed.

Satoru was quietly seated on the couch while flipping through the pages of an album. He took his glasses off. The pictures were of you and him, all smiles and happy faces. It all came back to him... the memories of his wedding day...

He really had it all didn't he? A loving and faithful wife like you. So where did it go wrong he would ask himself.

He was just sitting there and reminiscing the good times when he heard the bell rang.

Gojo snapped out of his daydreams and placed the albums back in their respective shelf because he knew it was you. He could smell your presence.

You froze right then and there, mouth slighlty agape, hands shivering.

Satoru glanced at you up and down once and then rolled his eyes, which was visible due to his dark shades resting on the bridge of his nose, when he saw your raggedy state and moved away from the door.

You were way too stunned to move an inch. You felt as if moving a single millimeter and Satoru will know about everything.

You entered the house nonetheless.

You looked towards his direction and started your analysis.

He's crouched down (in the living area) and going through the drawers... perhaps looking for something? Also he's in his work clothes so he's definitely not here for long, you calculated.

Surely enough Satoru too felt you gazing at him so he turned his head slightly towards you to take a more brief observation of your current state.

Your entire look, random wet spots on your blue jeans, knee high boots lowered till ankle, hair disheveled, turtleneck poorly tucked in, smudged lipstick and eyeliner, eyes red and swollen. You smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Wedding rings missing from your finger.

'Wow already over me huh!', Satoru wondered and rolled his eyes at you again and turned his head back to pretend he's looking for something all while doing his own analysis of you.

But, there was something wrong. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but there was something about your... scent? It felt different... it smelled like you do after doing- ugh no! How could Satoru think so lowly of you!

You felt offended by his continuous eye rolls at you. So you started clarifying. "I was out with my friends for Christmas."

He didn't reply.

You got even more annoyed, maybe it was because you were still a little drunk and you tried again.

"Just office friends"

"Okay".

You heard him mumble and it was instant.

Oh! What you'd give to hear him speak to you! His angelic voice. Even if you had to start an argument at this late hour, house filled with staff, you will happily do it if it meant you could have Satoru talk to you and you and YOU only!

"So? How is everything? Weren't you supposed to be back on the New year's party?", you started a casual conversation like nothing ever happened. Now that he talked to you, you felt much more relaxed than the last 2 months.

You sat down on the couch with your hands resting on your thighs and kept on thinking whether you should apologize to him for the misunderstanding regarding the divorce thing.

You want to talk to Satoru, you want to let him know that its you! You are the problem and not him. It was you who acted out on impulses. It was you who took the independent one sided decision to have a baby without consenting him first.

Its all you... and thats the reality.

"Sa-Satoru... can we talk?", you mumbled under your breath but it was audible enough for him hear since the shelf is right by the couch.

He didn't reply.

'Talk? Whats there to talk about now?', Satoru thought.

"Satoru i know you can hear me! Please say something!" Now you were a little louder and desperate than before as you shifted yourself to face him, still crouched.

'Y/n's sounds urgent, maybe it is something important? Should i though? I should leave i guess... or maybe we should sit down and talk things through? Wait could it be... that y/n... wants divo- tch really? Ugh women..', Satoru argued himself.

You were annoyed as you kept pleading him to say something, anything! So you got up and placed your warm palm on his broad shoulders.

"Satoru please, please listen to me. I have something important to tell you! I know i should've told you before but-".

"What?". Oh thank heavens! He finally talked! Oh thank god.

But wait... are you really going to tell him... that?! That he was going to become a father but because of two specific reasons, as stated by the doctor herself, he didn't and above that you didn't make him aware of it when you found out.

Now that Satoru was finally all ears, you were in a dilemma whether to tell him or not.

Satoru slowly got up and towered infront of you like a large giant.

He glanced at you up and down once and then said, "so eager for a divorce already that you're not wearing your rings. Is that what it is?". Satoru looked down at his empty own finger, "Well, wouldn't blame you".

"What", you were confused as this taunt came out of nowhere but then you remembered... everything that had happened after you got drunk.

Your eyes widened at the internal realization of what you had done under the influence of alcohol. Your sins just keep piling up, one upon the other. Your hands were shaking. You cheated on Satoru?!

After watching your husband in so long it so happened that you forgot for a brief moment from where you were coming from and the filthy things you had done...

All these went in your head while Satoru stood there watching you, waiting for your reply.

'Tell him! Tell him y/n! Tell him that he was going to be father! He deserves to know even if... it never happened...', your heart shouted.

'Yes y/n. Let it be all out as it is. Its okay, Satoru loves you and the miscarriage wasn't your fault!', your soul shouted.

Yes maybe you should..

"..i.. Satoru-"

'Are you sure y/n? You know you are whore right? You are still married and yet you fucked your office crush in his car. How filthy can you be? Haha!', your mind whispered.

You stopped.

Satoru looked at you. Your head bowed down, he couldn't see your eyes when you mumbled. He was waiting for you to say.

"...Satoru...i .... i was pre-"

Tiinng toonng~~

The bell of the entrance door rang.

You both looked at each other for a moment before Satoru said, "i'll go and see".

Satoru walked past you to head outside of the house to see who was it.

He saw a man standing at the gates of the estate and a car. He walked closer to see the man's one hand was at his waist the other made in a fist.

'Oh isn't it Kenji, y/n's friend? What's he doing at this hour?', Satoru thought.

Kenzo saw Gojo approaching and started sweating. He is absolutely scared and nervous to see Gojo after everything.

A man so powerful and wealthy as Gojo whereas what is he? Just a simple departmental manager at a corporate office with a decent enough salary.

No wonder Kenzo has always been intimidated by Gojo's mere presence (from back when you introduced him to all your friends)

"Ah Mr Gojo sir my sincerest apologies to disturb you at this time! I am so sorry!", Kenzo bowed to Gojo as he came to him.

"Oh.... its no problem. Kenji is it? What is it?", Satoru spoke, tiredly.

Kenzo noticed his tone and bowed down and apologized again and again, subconsciously asking for forgiveness for touching Gojo's wife. "I apologize please forgive me."

Satoru was a little annoyed now. So many apologies for... arriving at his house at 2 in the morning?

"What is it Kenji?"

"Sir, i came to return these", Kenzo opened his fist to hand back two bands, one a large blue diamond and other a plain white diamond band into Satoru's palm.

Satoru looked, 'y/n's rings. Why are they with him?'

"Sir these are your wife's. Mrs Gojo y/n forgot them in my car. My apologies sir.", Kenzo tried to be as formal as he could because he thinks that is how to talk to people of nobility.

"Oh. Okay, I'll give them to her. Nice of you to come all the way here to return these.", Gojo said trying his best not to grill Kenzo with questions about what happened in this Christmas party that she's come back home so disheveled.

Both men peacefully went their directions. Kenzo, his home, extremely elated to get a chance to talk to a person of nobility.

While Satoru walked back into the house, wondering why exactly your rings would be in Kenji's car? And what happened to you at this party? Did you drink to much that you got into a bar fight? Could be, explains a lot.

But Satoru still couldn't put his finger to something which he knows but he doesn't at the same time.

He entered the home and saw you, sitting on the couch, looking devastated with your head in your palms.

He doesn't know whether you noticed him yet or not so he just leaned closer down beside you to place the rings by your side.

But you flinched your head up to look at his face.

You tried to look into his azure eyes but those dark shades of his didn't allow while he looked into your eyes.

It was all quite but then it hit Satoru! He jerked away from you and just stood there for a few seconds.

You wondered what is it he's thinking.

"I'm leaving", is all he said before grabbing his things and going out the door.

'That smell... it was Kenji's. Could it be...? No, never y/n wouldn't! But y/n's rings... they were in his car....he said... Is y/n divorcing me... for him..?'

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awarmcupofmilk · 2 years

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Gojo x reader "Finishing Start"

afab!reader

series: pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6

summary: half gojo’s pov- a drunken conversation ends your five year marriage w/ gojo

content warnings: breakup/sad, angst, deviations from gojo’s past arc, slight descriptions of violence (from fight w/ a curse), divorce

word count: 1,368

note: thoughts on this ending?

please don’t repost, edit, translate, use, or copy my works on any platforms (if you’d really like to please reach out – reblogs are welcome)

Gojo ran his hand over his face. He had made you cry again. He lashed out. He made your job search about the money. And he still was no closer to finding out what he did.

He called Geto.

“Are you sure you can’t remember?”

Geto sounded apologetic even through the phone. “I think you’re your best shot at remembering. But Satoru, I don’t think it was just that night.”

Gojo didn’t say anything. After muttering a word of thanks and hanging up, he found himself lost in thought.

✧

You stared at the curse in front of you, something purple and viscous and disgusting oozing out from beneath it. The special-grade bellowed and charged at you.

You closed your eyes and felt your cursed energy surge, channeling your innate technique.

Ah, you’d missed this, you thought. The exhilaration of missions, the joy of doing something for yourself, the satisfaction from saving others, the impact of your energy against a cursed spirit. You didn’t regret giving it up when you did, but you really did miss this.

You took out the curse with some effort, it had been a while; you were rusty. When you miscalculated a move and had to jump back, the curse’s nail dug into your arm. You’d have to go see Shoko later, it was considerably deep. But you knew you had done well. The reevaluation would be successful. Some previously anxious part of you was relieved that after half a decade of no practice, you still ranked a grade 1.

✧

You sighed as you made it to Shoko’s. You ran into Gojo on the way. Insanely awkward. He froze, seeing your bloodied arm, but you didn’t meet his gaze. Besides sorting out the logistics of divorce, you hadn’t been speaking with him.

“What’s with the doom and gloom?” Shoko turned towards you when you entered the room.

“You have to ask?” You chuckled. And Shoko, eyebrow raised, nodded in understanding.

“You know, he really is being a baby about this.” Shoko said as she healed your cut.

“No kidding,” You snorted.

“Well, good to have you back.” Shoko said. You gave her a hug and thanked her before leaving.

✧

Gojo had a box of kikufuku in front of him. What Geto said swam and echoed in his mind. “I don’t think it was just that night.”

He took one, bit into it, and remembered.

You had been cooking dinner when he came home. You greeted him with a smile, even though you were clearly tired. Namie was playing with her stuffed bunny.

“‘Toru,” You had smiled. “I made nikujaga.”

“Okay,” Satoru had responded curtly. He’d gone upstairs to change, and you’d looked disappointed.

He had forgotten until now. That almost unsettled him more than the actual memory. Had he really cared so little about how you felt that he forgot?

He took another bite of the kikufuku.

He had come back from a mission and went out. It was the first time he didn’t come straight home after a mission. He didn’t do much, mostly just strolling around a shopping mall.

When he turned around, you were standing there, expressionless. He felt his phone vibrate and saw that you had called him twenty-three times, seeing as he had returned but was nowhere to be found.

You were too far away, he couldn’t be sure, but it looked like you had wiped a tear. But then, you ran up to him, and you were smiling. You didn’t look happy, more resigned. He hadn’t noticed.

“I’m glad you’re back,” You had said. “But at least call me when you get back next time, okay? I had to find out from Shoko.”

He’d muttered some sort of agreement. He thought maybe you’d sighed.

Gojo felt cold. He took another bite.

He’d begrudgingly took out time to come to your reunion. He’d stood silently as you introduced him, occasionally acknowledging the conversation. He could tell he was making the atmosphere awkward. Your friends were uncomfortable. You were trying to make the best of it. But then he left. He vaguely felt you turning around trying to look for him. Walking over to the bar, he didn’t drink but bantered with someone, he wasn’t sure who.

Your friends shook their heads. You had sighed. You’d walked up to him, tone somber. “Satoru, it’s time to leave.”

He had nodded and gotten up, but he hadn’t noticed that for once, you didn’t call him “‘Toru”.

And then what you’d said entered his mind. “Do you really need me to point out how little you cared about me or this family?”

“Did it ever occur to you that what you did might be too painful, too humiliating for me to repeat? I don’t owe you an explanation!”

“You’ve done enough harm.”

“We both know you’ve done enough to justify this just from what you can remember. Focus on that.”

“Self-respect? You’re talking to me about self-respect?”

“I thought after our last conversation you’d actually indulge in some self-reflection.”

“You make me sick.”

And his stomach dropped at the thought that he hadn’t listened to any of it. Even now, he’d only reflected because of what Geto said.

Did you hold even any significance in his heart? He felt despicable.

And then, by some miracle, he remembered what he said that night.

“Marriage really isn’t all that.”

“I’m really wasting my life. I’m always worried on missions, and now this is always being used against me, you know they gave up being a sorcerer.”

(“It was for Namie though, right?”) “Sure, but did I ask for that?”

“Look, all I’m saying is, Y/N and I were friends in Jujutsu High. Maybe we should have stayed at that.”

He slid off the couch, head between his knees.

Who was he to interfere with your life? What had he ever done to give him that right?

He had no answer.

✧

You’d officially received your reevaluation. Grade 1 sorcerer. You’d be on missions soon, you were added to the payroll, it seemed like everything was coming together.

Then Gojo called. Ugh.

You were in such a good mood, too. He was sure to ruin it. But besides for Namie, you’d been ignoring him for weeks. So, gritting your teeth, you answered.

“Y/N? Oh, Y/N,” Gojo said, hurriedly, as if he was afraid you’d hang up, yet relieved. “I’m so glad you picked up,”

“That’s a new tone for you,” you said, sarcastic yet pleasantly surprised.

“I’m so—” He began, then stopped. “I… I just wanted to let you know I think you should have the house.”

“Oh,” you’d said, completely pleasantly surprised now.

“Just let Namie visit when I find a place, okay?” You rolled your eyes. As if you’d been keeping her from him.

“Anyways,” Gojo continued. “I just, if Namie needs somewhere to stay when you’re on missions, I’m here—unless I’m also on a mission, but, yeah.” He finished awkwardly.

What was up with him?

“Uh, okay,” you said, confused, but pleased.

“Great, we’re still on for today, right?”

You hummed in confirmation. And he hung up.

What was that?

You frowned to yourself. But seeing the time, you went to get Namie. He was visiting today.

✧

The three of you walked down the street. Namie held an ice cream cone, munching happily, humming to herself. You held her hand and kneeled down to wipe her face with a napkin. She giggled, and though you knew you’d have to wash her dress later, you laughed, too.

Gojo watched the two of you, fighting the thought that maybe he had lost the happiness in his life. This family would never be the same again.

He felt a tear slide down his cheek in surprise, and wiped it away. You looked up then, and noticed, as you do, with a questioning glance. “You okay?” You mouthed, not wanting to concern Namie.

Namie looked up then and gave him a grin. She held up the cone to him. You lifted her up so she could reach, content smile on your face.

And Gojo, taking a bite, wondered what it was he felt in his chest.

<- Previous part ✧⭐︎☆⭐︎✧ END

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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⊹˚.⋆ TEXTING YOUR BOYFRIEND - SATORU GOJO

℘. warnings : simp toru, mentions of nsfw, female reader

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missukiyo · 27 days

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— ex-husband! gojo x reader [3]

read part 2 here

cw: angst, co-parenting, hospitalisation, mentions of a toxic relationship, brief mentions of miscommunication, eventual fluff, hea

a/n: i’m sorry that this took so long to do :( i had sm pracs for the last week so i took a 1 week long break, but now that’s over, i can go back to posting regularly. yippee!! i just wanna thank all of you guys for the continued support. i cherish each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart mwah. i gor kinda lazy at the end w this but reblogs + comments are vv much appreciated

@voideren @bts-lover00 @sadmonke

ex-husband! gojo who you’ve been seeing more and more lately these past couple of weeks due to your precious daughter being hospitalised.

ex-husband! gojo who spends every moment he can by your side during sayuri’s hospital stay, offering comfort and reassurance whenever you need it most.

ex-husband! gojo who makes sure you never went a moment without support, especially after that encounter with his mother. whether it be holding your hand during difficult conversations with the doctors or fetching you a warm cup of tea when exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders, he was more than ready to step up.

ex-husband! gojo who holds your hand tightly during the moments of uncertainty, his presence a source of strength and solace amidst the chaos of the hospital. he listens to your fears and worries without judgement, offering reassurance and understanding in return.

ex-husband! gojo who refuses to leave your side, even when exhaustion threatens to overwhelm him. he sleeps in the uncomfortable hospital chair beside you, his presence a constant reminder that you are not alone in this ordeal.

ex-husband! gojo who takes on the responsibility of keeping friends and family updated on sayuri’s condition, sparing you from having to constantly repeat the painful details.

ex-husband! gojo who brings sayuri’s favourite toys and books from home, hoping to bring some sense of familiarity and comfort to her hospital room.

ex-husband! gojo who helps you keep track of sayuri’s medications and treatment plans, making sure that nothing falls through the cracks during this stressful times.

ex-husband! gojo who, as the days pass and sayuri’s condition stabilises, remains by your side as you prepare to bring her home from the hospital.

ex-husband! gojo who helps gather her belongings and fills the car with comforting blankets and stuffed animals, eager to welcome her back with open arms.

ex-husband! gojo who envelopes sayuri in a tight hug the minute she is discharged from the hospital, tears of gratitude and relief streaming down is cheeks. he promises to cherish every moment with her, grateful for the chance to hold her close. unbeknownst to him, you stood there at the doorway with a soft smile on your face as you watched the father and daughter moment unfold.

ex-husband! gojo who, after embracing Sayuri tightly, helps her into the car with a gentle smile, his eyes shining with love and relief. he settles into the driver's seat beside you, his heart overflowing with gratitude for having his daughter back safe and sound.

ex-husband! gojo who starts the car and pulls out of the hospital parking lot, the tension of the past weeks slowly dissipating as the familiar hum of the engine fills the air. he steals a glance at you, his eyes soft with affection as he took in the tired but relieved expression on your face. you catch his gaze and offered him a grateful smile, your hand finding his on the gear shift between the seats.

ex-husband! gojo who drove carefully, his attention divided between the road ahead and the precious cargo in the back seat. sayuri chattered excitedly about everything she saw outside the window, her enthusiasm infectious as she pointed out landmarks and familiar sights.

you lean back in your seat, a sense of peace settling over you as you watched sayuri and satoru interact in the rearview mirror. despite everything that has happened, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the support and love that surrounded you in this moment.

as the car rumbled along the familiar streets towards home, sayuri’s voice suddenly piped up from the back seat. "are mommy and daddy back together now?" she asked innocently, her eyes wide with curiosity.

ex-husband! gojo whom you share a pitiful fiancé with, feeling a lump form in your throat at the unexpected question. you clear your throat awkwardly, searching for the right words to explain the situation to your daughter. “no sweetie… mommy and daddy are… still figuring things out…” you said softly, a hint of longing laced in your voice as you spoke.

ex-husband! gojo who felt a pang of sadness at the reminder of the complexity of your relationship. he knew that rebuilding your bond would take time and patience, but he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right.

as the car pulled into the driveway and you prepared to unload sayuri’s belongings, gojo glanced over at you once more, admiring you. he was so close yet so far.

ex-husband! gojo who feels a surge of emotions as he watches her settle back into the familiar surroundings of your home. he’s relieved beyond words to see her safe and sound, but as the initial rush of relief fades, a bittersweet realisation settles in. the time spent in the hospital has brought him closer to you in ways he had never anticipated.

ex-husband! gojo who, as the night wears on and exhaustion begins to set in, reluctantly prepares to leave your side. he gathers his things quietly, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness of the moment.

ex-husband! gojo who knew that he had overstayed his welcome, wanting to give you and sayuri space to settle back into your routine.

ex-husband! gojo who pauses at the door when he hears your voice, soft and hesitant, calling out to him. he sees the hesitation in your eyes; the unspoken plea for him to stay just a little longer.

ex-husband! gojo who sets down his bag slowly, his heart pounding in his chest as he searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation or regret. when he finds nothing but sincerity and longing, he nods silently, his decision made in an instant.

ex-husband! gojo who stays, not. because he feels obligated or guilty, but because he wants to. he wants to be there for you, to support you, to help rebuild what was once lost.

ex-husband! gojo who, as days turned into weeks, realised that his feelings for you were far from extinguished: they were merely buried beneath layers of regret and pain. with each passing day, he found himself falling more deeply in love with you all over again, his heart yearning for a second chance at happiness.

ex-husband! gojo who, as he spent more time with you and sayuri felt the walls he had built around his heart begin to crumble. he longed to reach out to you, to tell you how much you meant to him, but the fear of rejection held him back.

ex-husband! gojo who, one evening, found himself standing outside your door with a bouquet of flowers in hand, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation. he hesitated for a moment, the memories of past mistakes threatening to overwhelm him, but then he took a deep breath and knocked softly.

ex-husband! gojo who was greeted by your warm smile as you opened the door, the sight of you taking his breath away all over again. he stammered out a clumsy greeting, feeling suddenly tongue-tied in your presence.

"toru, what are you doing here?" you asked, your tone curious but not unwelcoming.

he swallowed hard, gathering his courage as he held out the bouquet. "i… uh… i brought these for you," he said, his voice softer than he intended.

your eyes widened in surprise as you accepted the flowers, a faint blush rising to your cheeks. he bought you roses — a classic. you could never go wrong with roses. "thank you, they're beautiful," you murmured, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. for a brief moment, the memories of arguments fueled by miscommunication, the frustration of feeling misunderstood that had ultimately caused you to go your seperate ways, all faded into the background.

ex-husband! gojo who took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "y/n, I know things haven't been easy between us, and I understand if you're hesitant, but i... i miss you," he admitted, his voice raw with emotion.

you looked at him, your expression softening as you reached out to touch his arm. "satoru, i... i miss you too," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

ex-husband! gojo who felt a surge of hope blossom in his chest at your words, his heart pounding with newfound courage. "would you, um, would you maybe want to go out with me? for dinner, or something?" he asked, his words stumbling over each other in his eagerness.

you hesitated for a moment, your gaze flickering uncertainly, but then you smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across your face. "i would like that," you said softly, your voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

ex-husband! gojo who felt a rush of relief flood through him at your response, a sense of joy bubbling up inside him at the prospect of spending time with you again. "great, it's a date then," he said, his smile widening as he reached out to take your hand in his.

you squeezed his hand gently, a shy smile playing on your lips. "yeah, it's a date," you agreed, your eyes meeting his with a spark of excitement.

ex-husband! gojo who, as he walked away from your door that evening, felt a renewed sense of hope and determination. he knew that rebuilding your relationship wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to do whatever it took to win back your love and trust.

ex-husband! gojo who felt his breath catch in his throat as you opened the door, the sight of you in a beautiful red dress taking his breath away. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, feeling as though he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

you smiled warmly at him, a hint of blush gracing your cheeks as you took in his appearance. "satoru… hey," you greeted him, your voice soft with affection.

ex-husband! gojo who returned your smile with a sheepish grin, suddenly feeling self-conscious under your gaze. "hi, y/n," he replied, his voice tinged with nervousness.

you linked your arm with his, the warmth of your touch sending a shiver down his spine. "shall we go?" you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.

ex-husband! gojo who nodded eagerly, his heart pounding with anticipation as you led the way to the car. he opened the door for you with a flourish, feeling a surge of pride as you settled into the passenger seat.

ex-husband! gojo who found himself lost in conversation with you, the awkwardness of the past giving way to easy banter and laughter. he felt a sense of peace settle over him, realizing that this was where he was meant to be: by your side.

ex-husband! gojo who arrived at the restaurant and was immediately struck by the romantic ambiance. soft, ambient music played in the background, candlelight casting a warm glow over the cozy table for two.

you smiled as you took in the scene, a soft sigh escaping your lips. "this is perfect," you murmured, your eyes meeting his with a tender warmth.

ex-husband! gojo who couldn't agree more, feeling a swell of gratitude in his chest for this second chance at love. he pulled out your chair for you with a gentle smile, silently vowing to cherish every moment of this evening.

throughout the dinner, ex-husband! gojo found himself falling more deeply in love with you all over again. he listened intently to your stories, savouring the sound of your laughter and the sparkle in your eyes.

ex-husband! gojo who couldn't resist the urge to feed you a bite of his cheesecake as dessert arrived, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "here, try this," he said, holding the fork out to you.

you raised an eyebrow in amusement, but leans forward nonetheless, allowing him to feed you the bite. you roll your eyes playfully as you chewed, a mock expression of skepticism on your face. "hmm, not bad," you teased, your lips quirking up into a smile.

ex-husband! gojo who couldn't help but laugh at your playful response, feeling a warmth spread through him at the sight of your smile. He reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering on your cheek for a moment longer than necessary.

ex-husband! gojo who savoured every moment of the evening, feeling more alive and hopeful than he had in years. he realised then and there that he was truly in love with you all over again, and he vowed to himself that he would never let you go again.

ex-husband! gojo who walks you to your doorstep at the end of the evening, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation as he prepared to say goodnight. he hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation or reluctance.

but then you smiled up at him, a soft warmth in your gaze that made his heart skip a beat. "thank you for tonight, satoru," you said softly, your voice filled with genuine gratitude and affection.

he reaches out to take your hand in his, his touch gentle and reassuring. "no, thank you, y/n," he replied, his voice soft with emotion. "for giving me a second chance, for believing in me, for everything."

without another word left to spare, he leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude. and in that moment, as he held you close, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be...

with you.

and he was so utterly grateful to have been granted a second chance at loving you again.

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mari-the-bimbo · 1 year

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Epilogue: ex husband Gojo

A/N: although I absolutely love the ending, this epilogue is for my softie followers who wanted something to soothe them! If you enjoyed the original ending, ignore this epilogue! <3

Despite the storm in his eyes, the turmoil in his head and the grief in his heart, the white haired sorcerer held his children tight for dear life, kissing them, incoherently whispering sweet nothings to them, promising their mother was going to be okay even though he didn’t believe it himself.

He was good at staying strong for his children, they were always his priority. He was undoubtedly a good father, but an awful partner.

It took the death of the love of his life to realise that.

The warmth radiating from his body and kisses, and the strong hold around his babies were enough to console the crying, grieving children to sleep. They were tired. So tired.

Gojo slumped against the wall with his children in his arms.

“Is Yuuta and Shoko still not picking up?” Gojo asks Geto tiredly. The only two people who could cure his beloved, unlike these ordinary doctors.

“No. They’re probably asleep, it is midnight after all.” Geto replies. The black haired man sighs as he slowly pulls the children out of Gojo’s hold and into his.

“I think we should go home Gojo, I don’t think there’ll give an update about y/n until morning. Staying up won’t fix the problem”

“You take the kids home” Gojo mutters.

Geto sighs but decides not to push any further. Footsteps faded as Geto left the hospital with the kids.

Gojo’s ear suddenly peek as he hears the doors open. “Doctor?” Gojo asks urgently as he jumps up from his chair.

“I have good news and bad news Mr Gojo”

The doctor explained to him you survived, but suffered amnesia as a result of brain damage. Leaving Gojo with the paperwork and visitors procedures before leaving.

And once Gojo was left alone in the empty, dull corridor of the hospital, he fell to his knees, trying to regulate his breathing as good as he can.

She survived.

Gojo quietly thanks God and promises to love and cherish you forever in return that he gets to keep you.

Gojo quickly dries his tears and throws his emotions to a side. He silently stands back up and internally schemes his next move. You’re alive, but being alive wasn’t enough for the greedy sorcerer. You have to become his wife again, for him, for his children.

And you having amnesia? Golden opportunity. Oh how the universe loved him.

And with that, the determined ex husband saunters into the patient room. A smile on his face as he walks in. It’s almost as if the man was never sad in the first place.

A deadly sweet smile adorns his face as he entered and sat next to you, watching you intensely as you rested on the hospital bed, the urge to kiss you awake like the past is tempting but he controls himself. He smiles as he watches you flutter open your eyes, squinting but then widening as your gaze landed on a handsome white haired man you couldn’t quite recognise.

Oh angel I’m so glad you’re okay” he whispers sweetly while stroking your head, with a charming smile that made you blush.

“W-who are you? Sorry I can’t- I-“ you say unable to finish your sentence, feeling overwhelmed from your own confusion.

He ignores the pain in his chest at your words, and instead fakes a frown, “you don’t even remember your own husband y/n? It’s okay, we can work on it together” he reassures you kindly, taking your hand in his much larger pale ones, kissing the back of your hand.

“O-oh thank you” you say gratefully. You muster up a smile to the handsome man who claimed to be your husband. You couldn’t help but wonder how lucky you are! Such a kind, understanding and handsome husband.

“The kids were so worried about you” he sighed, making your eyes widen “kids?”. He hums in agreement, pulling out his phone and showing you his lock screen of all of you together.

Tears start building up in your eyes as you stare at the picture that showed beautiful young children who resembled you and the handsome man laughing as he held all 3 of you in his muscular arms with ease. They’re so beautiful, they’re yours. Oh what a shame you couldn’t remember these sweet memories..

“Oh don’t cry my angel, we can always build new memories together! And maybe we can try for another child you were pestering me for yeah?” he lied with a sweet cheeky smile, leaning forward with a tilt of his head, catching your tears easily, resisting the urge to lick your tears.

“Oh? I wanted another one?” You say bashfully making Gojo chuckle. “Yes you did my love” he answers. “And I must give my wife anything she asked for” he states, leaning forwards and pressing his soft lips onto yours, making your eyes widen in surprise. You don’t stop him, because it felt so good, it must be because he’s your husband right?

Right?

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taylersketches · 9 months

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Gojo trying to parent (if Half of Me Is yours took place in the canon universe).

#tee's art #jjk fanart #tee: fic redraw #from my ex husband gojo fic #gojo fanart #nanami fanart #oc art #gojo satoru #nanami kento #jjk

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 15 days

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Hii I've just read your ex-husband satoru fic, and God, you broke my heart!! It is so well written, and there's so much angst 😢 you also left us with a cliffhanger!! (Love it but it pains me)

Nora kinda came off rude to me, like, who says that at (probably) the first meeting? Can we know how long they have been together for??

Sending you love🩵

Thank you so much for reading and I'm so sorry for taking longer than expected to respond!

I honestly didn't know what to do with Nora at the beginning. I'm usually against the girl vs. girl trope (I'm a girls girl and get kinda sad when girls are put against one another, but then again, there are women in real life who act and do things out of spite). so I think I'm doing that with Nora, making her this perfectionist who can't really seem to move forward with the insecurity of the reader and satoru's last relationship (not to mention they have a child). so the idea of them having a child (nora and satoru) is her idea since she does/will be doing things out of her own insecurities and unhappiness. at the end of the day, her decisions will unfortunately affect everyone (as they are now. was that a spoiler? I don't know).

At the time of the park visit, reader has known satoru has a girlfriend. she met her once at a company dinner that ended up being cancelled because satoru's dad ended up getting sick or something like that (I have yet to mention that), so she did give her a short greeting and it was very awkward. this meeting, however, is the first time reader's daughter, saori, is present with satoru's girlfriend. none of them have met, but after seeing her daughter, nora can't help but feel competitive (or insecure). her and satoru have been dating for 4-5 months. 6 in the next chapter that'll soon be out<3

I've been so on edge @ adding satoru's perspective, but I think this story will be fine in reader's perspective, plus some flashbacks. If I end up doing something on satoru's side, it's probably 3rd person. I'd likely do a spin-off with satoru's side, but that'd be pushing too much into the future as of now.

Again, thank you so much for your kind words. they really do mean a lot<3 and they are never left unseen :) I hope I can execute this story as well as you can think of it as, and grant you the entertainment that I hope it did/has. <3

#these messages always fill my heart and I have so much fun writing replies #I hope to publish something today but I have an appointment this evening so it all depends #also a busy weekend but I'll make to squeeze this work out!#gojo #jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #gojo headcanons #satoru gojo #toru #gojo satoru x reader #ex husband gojo

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merlinssassybeard · 6 months

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I'm sorry for making you guys wait for the ex husband Gojo chapter. My sincere apologies. The chapter is ready but it feels very... explicit? Idk i think i overdid the self harm part a lil bit. So im fixing it now.

#ex husband gojo #gojo satoru

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awarmcupofmilk · 2 years

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Gojo x reader “Resigned Effort”

afab!reader

series: pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6

summary: half gojo’s pov- a drunken conversation ends your five year marriage w/ gojo

content warnings: breakup/sad, angst, arguing, divorce

word count: 1,309

please don’t repost, edit, translate, use, or copy my works on any platforms (if you’d really like to please reach out – reblogs are welcome)

You woke up to a call from Gojo. You weren’t going to call him back, really, but then you thought maybe he left something behind while packing.

“Hello?” You spoke, hoping your stuffy nose from crying wasn’t too obvious.

“Y/N? Oh, Y/N,” Gojo said with so much urgency, so much relief.

“What?” You were confused. And a bit upset.

“I…” Gojo began, then trailed off. Seriously, what was he trying to do?

“…Never mind. I’m sorry. Just, when can I go see Namie again?”

“I’m not trying to take her from you. You can come whenever you have time off work. Just give me a heads up.”

“Okay…” He trailed off again.

You were annoyed now.

“Just spit it out, Gojo. I don’t have time for this.”

“That time I went to Geto’s…”

You froze. Reliving it was too painful. “Stop.” You said.

“Ah,” Gojo didn’t stop. “So it was that time. What did I say?”

You couldn’t decide what was more insulting. Him being so clueless as to forget or having the audacity to ask you about it. You hung up.

✧

2 weeks later

Namie tugged on your sleeve. “Is daddy coming today?”

She had stopped asking if he was “coming home”. Maybe she was starting to accept it?

You looked over at her and smiled. “Yes, he just texted me this morning.”

Namie smiled to herself, pleased. The sight warmed your heart. You stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.

A knock on the door signaled Gojo’s arrival. Namie ran over and opened the door. He came with sweets and a bottle of wine. You pursed your lips, skeptical, but he handed it to you, clear that it was only a gift.

You took the bottle with a nod and turned away to put it in the pantry.

When you looked back, Gojo was listening to Namie, eyebrows raised in polite interest. Was it the novelty of shared custody that made him pay attention better? You snorted.

Still the scene was sweet. You leaned against the doorframe to the living room, watching for a moment before joining the conversation.

✧

You finally managed to put Namie to bed after reassuring her over and over that Gojo would come visit again soon.

When you walked downstairs, the man in question was waiting.

“You didn’t leave?” You asked, not unpleasantly.

He shrugged. Then, with urgency, he repeated. Shamelessly. “Really, Y/N, what did I do?”

Your blood ran cold because you understood immediately. But you pretended like you didn’t. “What are you talking about?”

“That night at Geto’s. What did I do? Was it something I said?”

Was it something he said? You laughed out of shock.

“I will only say this one more time, Gojo. Stop asking. We both know you’ve done enough to justify this just from what you can remember. Focus on that.”

You waved him off, and he, after trying to find something in your gaze and failing, it seemed, sighed and left.

Good riddance.

✧

Gojo couldn’t sleep. He knew whatever he’d done, whatever he’d said that night ended his marriage. You were so insistent on not telling him, it drove him crazy.

He had to find out.

✧

He arrived at Jujutsu High in the morning, and surprisingly, he saw you. He was about to say hello, but turning the corner, he saw a man with you. He froze. You were smiling, holding onto his every word, it seemed. Gojo felt his stomach drop.

It wasn’t that he was jealous, he told himself. He was just outraged that you had moved on so quickly. How could you, didn’t this marriage mean anything to you at all?

Anger clouded his vision. He rushed forward, and you, turning towards him, said, “Gojo!” Surprised.

The man was cordial enough, smiling. “Gojo Satoru, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He had meant meeting “the strongest sorcerer”. But Gojo only heard mockery. It’s a pleasure to meet him? The ex-husband.

“I need to talk to you,” Gojo grabbed your wrist and pulled you away without even acknowledging the man. If he’d seen the look on your face then, maybe he would’ve stopped.

“What?” You snapped when the two of you turned the corner. But Gojo wasn’t backing down.

“What are you doing?” He spat vehemently.

“What do you mean?” You frowned, irritated.

“What are you doing with some other man?”

You had to laugh. Because otherwise you would’ve screamed. “Why is that any of your business?”

“So soon after the divorce, Y/N? Don’t you have any self-respect?”

Now you weren’t laughing.

“Self-respect? You’re talking to me about self-respect? I thought after our last conversation you’d actually indulge in some self-reflection. This is the kind of thing you’ve been thinking about? You make me sick.”

And then Gojo was alone.

What was he doing? The realization hit him. He sighed.

To make things worse, the man came around. “Hey, I’m not sure what that was about, but Y/N’s been looking into job opportunities,”

Gojo felt like he had been punched in the gut. “What?”

“They’ve been talking to me about recommendations.”

Gojo stared at him blankly.

The man frowned slightly now, unsure. “They want to get back into the field, I’m sure you know. (Gojo did not know. But he nodded. Stiffly.) It might be better for you to recommend them, you know, you being the strongest sorcerer and all.” The man smiled. Poor soul, he really couldn’t read the room.

Gojo felt sick.

And then he was alone.

✧

Gojo kept calling you. You ignored him. You were talking with the higher ups now; you couldn’t tell if they were annoyed about the divorce or smug about having you back in the field.

Still, it seemed like reentering would be smooth sailing. Takahashi already agreed to send you a recommendation, he had worked with you on a few missions back in the day. You had tried to spare the details of your private life. Not that he wouldn’t find out soon.

The higher ups were, contrastingly, very caught up on the details. “So you’re really divorcing?”

This would be a long meeting.

✧

Gojo caught you as you left the building. “Y/N!”

You ignored him, walking past briskly. But he grabbed you by the wrist again. He has to stop doing that, you thought.

“What?” You said, exasperated.

“You’re going back to jujutsu?”

You paused, almost smiling to yourself.

“Ah, so you’ve found out.”

Gojo seemed panicked. Why?

“Don’t.”

“What?” He was sure making you laugh a lot these days.

“I’ll pay alimony, just, jujutsu is too dangerous, don’t do it.”

“…but I’m not doing it for money?”

He stared blankly, mouth slightly agape. He looked like a fish.

You sighed. Why did you have to spell everything out for him? “I miss jujutsu, I want to restart a career and find myself, I’m good at sorcery so it’s a risk I’m willing to take,” you almost recited.

You honestly just wanted to leave.

“No!” Gojo cried out. You weren’t sure what expression was on your face now but you knew it wasn’t pretty. “It’s not safe, what about Namie? I can’t take it!”

Something in you snapped. Why couldn’t he understand none of this was about him? Why couldn’t he understand he had nothing to do with your life anymore? And why was he so insistent on using your daughter against you?

“STOP BRINGING UP NAMIE! STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE! STOP INTERFERING! STOP IT! STOP.” You screamed. People were turning to look at the two of you. But you didn’t care anymore. A tear slid down your cheek. You wiped it away hastily and ran. As you turned the corner, you choked out a sob.

Why was he focusing on all the wrong things?

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⊹˚.⋆ SEX ON THE BEACH - BOSS SATORU GOJO

℘ flora's notes : i got lots of "more gojo" in my form so here u go 👀

℘ infos : female reader, uh not full on nsfw but it does get pretty heated in there , it's my first time writing something so explicit, I don't want to read it again or I'll probs run away from here. I'm posting it and going to sleep let's see if you guys will like it💀💀

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed ! I really need feedback on this, it's a first haha

being satoru gojo's assistant was not the easiest job. he was very... energetic and was more exhausting than the paperwork. you had to deal with his random outbursts of emotions and his unstoppable God complex for 10 long hours from Monday to Friday. as annoying as he could be, gojo was fond of you. let's say he was not exactly discreet about it. AND HE ALWAYS SAID IT WITH A SMIRK. it's almost like he doesn't smile, he just smirks.

"ooouh nice skirt y/n, leaves little to the imagination... if you see what i mean", "love the way you did your hair today, really frames your face, really pretty yeah". he was also kind of touchy, but he knew his limits and never crossed them. he held your waist when he passed by you, made your feet touch in meetings, winked at you every now and then. you could not deny that your boss was very, very sexy. you knew it was wrong, but it was exciting to have a crush on your boss. and honestly, who could blame you ?

gojo made you go through hell today - not willingly - his all over the place personality aside, he was quite a nice employer. he even brought you your favorite drink every morning, but that was just his way of flirting with you. you left work at 8PM and you were exhausted. you could barely write, your hand was numb because of all the paperwork. your best friend decided that you two should go out to the bar next to your office, you were meeting her there.

you sat on the stool next to her, immediately exhaling, letting your stress out. you ordered a sex on the beach, then a second, a third and you eventually lost count. the first drink hit you pretty hard, it felt like you were floating on a cloud and you just had to drink the other cocktails to enhance that feeling. your best friend was pretty drunk too and left to the bathroom. you were resting your head in your hand, trying to keep composure as a person seated next to you.

"we could have sex on the beach, you know ?" the voice said, you could hear the smirk, your boss' smirk, but your brain was too slow to register that...

"at this point I really don't care who and where I fuck so please do... MR GOJO OH MY GOD !" you dramatically gasped. "THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING I DRANK SO MANY STUFF- SHIT YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT. I'M SORRY WORDS KEEP FLOWING OUT OF MY MOUTH, I'LL BE THERE ON TIME TOMORROW I PROMISE I-"

"chill, love. I'm not gonna fire you damn, everyone can get a drink. I mean... several drinks, based on your state. And I can't blame you for wanting to have sex with me, you're not exactly the only one."

"I'm so sorry this is so unprofessional of me, mr gojo i-" you started, panicking.

"call me satoru." he said sternly.

"i- i can't call you by your first name, you're my boss ?" you questioned

" i won't be "just your boss" for long princess. now come on, I'll bring you home you're wasted." he picked you up bridal style, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

"wait the bill... my friend..." you said drowsily

"ah yeah, we are not robbing the bar from 7 sex on the beaches now are we ? here you go sir, keep the change." he gives the bartender a 100 dollar bill before taking you into his car. he buckled you in and grabbed a plastic bag... just in case.

after what seemed like a good 20 minutes ride, the car came to a stop. "is your head okay, pretty girl ?" he asked putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"i thought I'd be pretty hammered, but the alcohol just gives me enough confidence to do this." you grabbed his collar and pulled his lips against yours. he put his hand behind your head, pulling you closer and put his tongue against your mouth. you opened it and ensued a heated make out session.

gojo was one hell of a good kisser. everytime your lips touched, each one of your cell was tingling. you two touching made electricity flow through both of your bodies. you could smell his shampoo as you ferociously gripped his hair, in an attempt to stay as close as possible.

"i'll take the couch y/n, sleep in the bed."

you were too tired to argue and you just let him tuck you in his bed. he closed the door behind him and you buried your head into the pillow. everything smelled like his intoxicating self. you tried to fall asleep, in vain. you had to feel him again, you had to.

unable to let go off his pillow, you brought it downstairs with you. gojo was not sleeping yet, he was lying sideways on the couch, watching TV. you barely acknowledged the screen as your eyes met. he patted the free space in front of him and signaled for you to lay down beside him. the alcohol has worn off by now and your shy self was mortified. hesitantly, you sat, straight as a stick. you were shaking, not knowing what to do. your boss was charismatic and intimidating, you didn't want to cross a line.

your stiffness caused him to chuckle. he gently pushed on your arm to force you to lay down on the pillow he was planning to sleep on, big enough to fit both of your heads. he put a blanket over the two of you and rubbed your legs so you would extend them. you were now fully spooning with your boss, he was softly circling his fingers up and down your arm in an attempt to soothe you to sleep.

only, being so close to your hot boss caused a throbbing down there.

"...gojo" you moaned accidentally, causing him to raise his head above yours.

"satoru. if you're gonna moan my name, moan it correctly." his stern tone did not help your wetness.

"satoru please... i- i need you..." you desperately admitted, almost shaking from the unbearable friction. you moved his hand down to where you needed him the most.

"i mean... you do owe me a sex on the beach, love." he smirked and got on top of you.

you were in fact, not on time the next day and neither was he-

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