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shveris · 25 days

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satosugu, one bed trope but reversed (too many beds)

the both of them got used to sharing tiny spaces when on missions, especially when they’d nap on the train with heads on shoulders, some times on a bench or couch if possible.

suguru had long stopped complaining about his best friend having no sense of personal space as satorou just simply didn’t care.

so here they were, after a long long time of travelling around, at a hotel that only had a four people room left for them.

of course they took it, it’d be stupid not to. suguru’d been keeping track of the hours they managed to sleep for the past five days and they didn’t even accumulate to seven.

when they opened the door with their card, a spacious room with four beds greeted them.

it took them a while to get cleaned and changed, exhaustion nagging at their bones like hungry dogs.

then came the question of who where, something so stupidly unnecessary, suguru almost laid down on the floor to pass out for the next 48 hours.

satorou then ended up taking the bed at the window, saying he needed fresh air throughout the night, and suguru decided on the bed opposite of him because it had the phone to the reception on the nightstand.

and as tired as both of them were, as exhausted and drained, neither of them managed to catch sleep for the first two hours. suguru could hear his best friend rolling around restlessly, blanket rustling too loud.

he suppressed a sigh when the display of his phone said 2:09am before he tried wrapping himself up more. the bed was too cold.

his own body was seemingly not enough to keep him warm anymore and the blanket was definitely not the issue. it was heavy and thick, smelling of hotel laundry detergent and dust.

maybe there was a curse somewhere nearby that caused this restlessness? no, satorou would’ve long said something about it and then made it his own personal vendetta to eradicate the thing.

but something just felt so incredibly wrong, as if he forgot something important.

the raven racked his mind, tried searching his thoughts before ultimately giving up.

he was just so tired, all he wanted — and desperately needed — was some good sleep.

he heard satorou’s blankets rustle again before footsteps approached his bed.

suguru propped himself up with his elbows, squinting his eyes as he looked at his best friend’s silhouette.

“move over.”

without leaving any room to argue, satorou lifted up his blanket and made himself comfortable on suguru — because the mattress wasn’t wide enough to fit both of them next to each other properly.

the raven was rendered speechless and just let the other grab his arms, rearrange them to hug his waist loosely.

“this is so much better”, satorou sighed, warm breath against suguru’s collarbone, snuggling himself impossibly closer to the warm body beneath him.

suguru wanted to say something, anything, but he found himself liking the situation too much to complain about it.

satorou’s sugary scent was familiar, it was comforting; his warmth felt welcoming; the steady heartbeat against his chest calmed down his own like nothing else ever could; the firm blanket that was limitless embraced their bodies as if it was tailored just for them.

both of them fell asleep promptly, with limbs entangled and souls binding.

#shveris’ blue spring #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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shveris · 30 days

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collection of my jjk headcanons

toji would be the type of dad to sob pathetically when megumi gifts him a drawing for father’s day and responds with “no i’m just allergic to genuineness” when meg asks him if he’s crying

gojo “megumi, i don’t need to use my six eyes to look through you and see your daddy issues” satorou

satorou would probably one day give in to suguru’s constant “you should get a piercing” and lets shoko do it (after hyping himself up for hours). he settles on a septum because it’s easy to hide since he doesn’t have the nerves for an argument with his grandparents

modern au sukuna who got his tattoos on his face and body and allat but they only show under UV light, he’d look so fucking cool in clubs

after taking in the fushiguro siblings, satorou some times made nanami watch over megumi and tsumiki when he got too busy with missions. he’s who tsumiki got her directness from and megumi his distaste for satorou’s antics

suguru would be the type of guy to have snake bites but due to high stress levels and anxiety he ends up biting through the plastic every few weeks (his piercer looks baffled every time he comes back for replacements)

satorou has visual synesthesia which helps him greatly in combination with his thermal vision that he has due to his six eyes

shoko has no idea how to pierce properly but she keeps doing them (mainly for suguru) because she can just use her CT to immediately heal the wound, skipping the usual 6-10 weeks of waiting time

suguru made it a habit to always carry around some gum with him so he can clear away the taste of tobacco on his tongue (satorou refuses to kiss him otherwise)

yuuji is a great cook and the day sukuna noticed that, he kept bugging him about how he should prepare him some human meat dishes

sukuna is scared suspicious of microwaves

some nights, satorou starts floating in his bed when he sleeps, which he rarely does but you get the point

#jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #itadori yuuji #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #shoko ieiri #shveris’ blue spring

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shveris · 28 days

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satorou was a walking encyclopaedia. it was awful. unbearable. suguru just wanted to take off his shirt and stuff it into his mouth so he’d shut up.

he damned that smart mind of his boyfriend, all the education he got shoved into his brain by private tutors, the amounts of documentaries he’d some times watched with him because the cheap horror flicks got too repetitive.

suguru frowned, eyes trained on the girl next to the white-haired.

“yeah so like, you can’t even tell they have two dicks since they look like another pair of fins!” satorou excitedly pointed at the shark swimming past them — he told them what kind of shark earlier but suguru couldn’t care less so he already forgot. he could hear riko gasp and imagine the partly amazed, partly disgusted expression on her blue-tinted face.

“damn, i think one is enough. having two is just wild”, she mumbled, clearly still processing the three minute tangent satorou had about shark genitalia.

“you think that’s wild? lemme tell you about hyenas-“, suguru quickly jabbed his boyfriend’s side, making the boy yelp.

“we’re in an aquarium, darling, how about we keep it to this area?” he put on a threatening smile, one that had his eyes closed, and satorou clicked his tongue: “yeah, yeah, okay.”

riko did not want to ask.

hidden inventory arc if gege took their meds

#shveris’ blue spring #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #riko amanai #hidden inventory arc

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shveris · 5 days

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collage au with toji, sukuna and satoru living together and it’s surprisingly clean and well kept.

mention of emotional & physical abuse from family members and trauma

toji is the most messy out of the three but sukuna hates dirt so when he finds it he cleans it. satoru is a perfectionist who grew up in a tidy mansion so he always has the need and urge to keep his new environment just as clean — he feels very uncomfortable and restless otherwise.

they fuck around once in a while (yes, literal fucking) but it’s mainly because none of them have the actual mental to have proper relationships and despite satoru’s very extroverted behaviour, he actually hates touching people. he thinks they’re dirty, unsanitary, because he doesn’t know how they live and what their hands and clothes have been touching.

sukuna is clean though, he knows because he regularly buys those very expensive bodywashes and puts all their underwear into another cycle just after the first one is done.

toji is clean since he is kinda trained to adapt to his environment. he eventually even stops punching sukuna when he tries to put lotion on his very dry face after a scorching hot shower and he starts washing his hands when he comes home.

they don’t talk about how all of them have sex with each other at least twice a week — trice, if there’s exam stress — and usually the apartment is filled with bickering.

“six, you told me you’d send me that fucking report an hour ago.” satoru just stares at toji in his doorway and clicks his tongue because, yes, he completely forgot.

“have some fucking manners, dude”, he snaps back but sends him the report. they got thrown into this group project for three months with this emo named choso and a guy named ino, not that any of them gave a fuck. they were just laughing at sukuna because he was stuck with four women staring down at him.

there’re also regular outbursts of sukuna throwing items around — at satoru and toji as well — because he feels threatened. by what? they don’t know. they don’t ask. they just go with it and make a game out of it.

“if one of you hits my face i will actually chop your dicks off” is usually what satoru enters the living room with but when the tv remote slams into his jaw ten minutes later, he can’t help but laugh menacingly and throws himself onto the culprit elbow first.

their evenings are filled with study sessions (sukuna and satoru take their academics very serious and toji is just sitting there because he enjoys watching their facial expressions contort into frustrated confusion), playing video games, sex, uno that almost always ends up with sukuna and toji trying to kill each other, bad horror movies that make sukuna hungry, and some times they’re actually peacefully talking with each other until satoru falls asleep.

almost everyone on campus thinks they are dating and neither of them have an issue with that rumor (“it keeps the weird chicks away” sukuna had said and toji rolled his eyes). they don’t even act like couples, more like competitive boxers with too much testosterone (shoko’s words).

even with sukuna’s constant berates, insults and slurs, he loves cooking and always looks for a chance to brag about it to satoru.

“i bet your private chefs at home ain’t shit in comparison to me” or “the michelin chefs your parents are friends with can only wish to be at my level” or “this is my first time cooking this recipe and i fucking rocked it”

toji doesn’t mind at all, he loves all kinds of food, he’s the opposite of picky. whenever there’s something on satoru’s plate that he doesn’t like, he gives it to toji who will happily eat it for him.

sukuna even makes an effort to learn the recipes to his roommate’s favourite foods, perfects them in a few weeks. making mochi was probably way too much effort but he feels very proud whenever satoru brightens up upon eating the sweet treats. he’s glad toji is on the easier side of all this, the man loves chinese food a lot; dumplings, egg drop soup, lamb skewers and some simple noodle dishes.

toji doesn’t look like it but he enjoys the other two men’s company a lot. they never judge him for who he is, they never expect him to be a certain way, and not once did they ask why on some nights he comes home covered in blood. they just tell him to clean up properly and throw his clothes into the washer for three circles. they don’t ask him why he has that scar on his lips or nag him about that massive one that wraps around the left side of his body.

satoru is curious, his eyes speak volumes, but he never says nothing about it and just traces the tissue with his fingertips after sex. sukuna doesn’t even seem to acknowledge it at all, ignores it almost, but he always tells him to apply more lotion to it after scorching showers together.

grocery runs with them are always a complete mess; satoru only has eyes for sweets, toji grabs the next best instant ramen from the shelves, sukuna is constantly scolding them for not eating more healthy, says both of them would have vitamin deficiency if it weren’t for him.

he absolutely hates going out with them to the store but it’s necessary in a way. it’s a way of bonding, they get to buy everything they need once a week and then don’t have to go there for another seven days, and it makes cooking plans easier — and satoru is there to pay because he’s rich and the other two ain’t.

they also always end up buying a few packs of condoms and lube, much to the cashier’s horrors upon reading “extra large” and “strawberry flavoured”

sukuna and toji are rough, absolutely and utterly wild. satoru often calls sukuna an animal with no other instincts than to bite and breed and tear him inside out whereas toji just always knows how and when to abuse his prostate in the weirdest positions — satoru now has to stretch everyday to keep his limbs flexible.

when toji and sukuna fuck, the bedroom turns into a warzone. there’s bite and scratch marks everywhere on their bodies and when sukuna finally gives in and bottoms, neither of them actually make an effort to stretch him. never goes well. sukuna actually cries but he loves pain so it’s okay because satoru gives toji a really big scolding after and then both of them try to somewhat take care of him.

which also never goes well because all three of them never had good experiences with physical touch, nor do they know how to take care of someone else or themselves.

toji was barely holding himself together after graduation high school, having started some heavy drugs when he was sixteen and he never really grew out of it for years because of his fucked up family or his even more fucked up friends.

satoru was homeschooled, had no friends, didn’t know anyone his age — he had no concept of social life, of interpersonal relationships, pop culture. his face never showed any emotions because he just didn’t feel nothing, he felt hollow. nothing in his life brought him joy. his own mother barely paid any attention to him and when she did, there was nothing but hatred in her words.

sukuna grew up with a mother that had fun torturing him, may it be emotionally or physically. when he was younger, still an only child and his father too busy with work, she’s used him to press out her cigarettes, told him to stay still and then watched his face with great interest. there’s a long list of things that he had to endure and he hates remembering it.

they don’t know how they found each other.

i will deffo write more for this au bc i miss toji and satoru terribly

#shveris’ blue spring #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #ryomen sukuna #tojikuna #toji fushiguro #toji zenin

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shveris · 2 months

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when satorou feels the dizzying nausea and the throbbing in his head, hammering away on his temple, suffocating him — he just yearns for the comforting vibrations of suguru’s chest beneath him. and darkness, complete and utter darkness, not even an ounce of cursed energy in his vision.

it’s vibrant and disgusting to look at, too bright, it burns. it stings. it hurts.

he presses himself impossibly closer to the warm body, tears pricking in the corners of his squeezed shut eyes.

suguru’s soft humming continues, accompanied by his long fingers carefully untangling the white mop of hair under his touch.

the world was quietly spinning around them, mockingly, challenging satorou’s grip on himself — but he was the strongest. they were. together.

and so he watches reality spiral away beneath them.

as long as he had suguru and as long suguru had him, he’d gladly lose his mind to a challenge he’d accomplished hundreds of times before.

satorou really hates migraines.

#gojo satoru #gojo saturo #geto suguru #satosugu #gego #jjk #shveris’ blue spring

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shveris · 9 days

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rant about 261, spoilers, gojo character analysis ft. my bestie who doesn’t even know a lot abt jjk

imagine growing up in a family that almost works like a cult. and you are born with two rare abilities at the same time — the last person to have those simultaneously has passed 500 years ago. and your whole ass family/cult/clan treats you like just a weapon to be used in the greater scheme of things. you grow up with no friends, you only know pain and torture and sore muscles after training. but you’re the strongest. and the most loneliest because no one will ever understand you.

then you get into a school that promises to teach you even more, make you even stronger. you meet this one guy who seems to be like you — not the same but similar. suddenly you’re not alone anymore.

the second year of highschool approached, you have the best two friends by your side and they understand you, they support you, they have your back. your principal sends you on a mission with your best friend because you’re the strongest together. together.

everything goes well until it doesn’t, you get killed. you revive yourself. you kill your killer.

you carry the corpse of a girl you called your friend and almost lose it.

septemper 28th, your best friend massacres a village and leaves you his button as a silent love confession. they want you to kill him but you can’t, he’s your other half — he made you feel complete because all you knew your whole life was bitter and cold loneliness.

a decade passes, you’re grown up and still the strongest, you’re teaching at the school you lost your happiness at. one of the students you saved from being killed — by yourself — and he looks up at you with so much respect, it makes you wonder how you can protect the children under your care forever. you’ll certainly try your best.

your other half suddenly turns up and declares war. you remain mostly silent.

the fight was pure chaos but you find your way to him anyway — because you belong together. you tell him you love him. he laughs. you kill him. you can’t even burn his body.

another year passes, you’ve taken in another boy who ate curses like your dead best friend. they told you to kill him (a mere child) and you said no because you were always selfish. you were certain you could protect this boy until it was time to execute him for good. you just wanted him to have a chance at teenagehood, something you never had the chance to experience properly.

the days get colder and you get trapped. those eyes stare at you, your other half, who should be dead, as the prison closes around you. it reeks of death. you wait.

the second you get released, you teleport to his body. you want to kill whatever is using the corpse of that man but the body of the boy you saw as your own son stopped you.

on 24th of december you fight who was once your son and he kills you — cut in half, with a cleave so powerful it could shred the universe itself. but it was okay because when you opened your eyes, you saw your other half.

the first boy you protected and guided took over your corpse, using as what you were always meant to be: just a weapon.

no one seemed to care about a proper burial after you fought for your life just to save theirs; to protect them from any more harm so they could just be kids.

none of that mattered to them because everyone has always seen you as a weapon, except for your other half, sitting next to you in that empty airport.

i kinda just dropped this in his dms a few hours after the initial leaks. it’s actually pathetic how attached i am to a fictional character, the last time that happened was with oikawa and i was a hormonal teenager. i’m a whole ass adult now but still the same level of mentally ill and neurodivergent so guess that’s the perfect mix to make this happen

some more thoughts from our convo (i love him for trying to distract me):

#shveris’ blue spring #i’m going insane #i’m losing my mind #i’m extremely unwell #what if i kms #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjkspoilers #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu

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shveris · 8 days

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satosugu, crack oneshot, based on this official art (their asses are not working)

satorou really, really, hates his job. absolutely hates it.

but for all the wrong reasons.

warnings: drinking, cigarettes, satosugu’s frontal lobe is on vacation

“how can someone be so dense?!” the brunette clickes her tongue softly before chugging down the rest of her beer. everything about this is horribly entertaining but also incredibly frustrating.

“you know, satorou, you could just tell him you have the fattest crush of mankind on him”, she suggests (for the nth time) and the man next to her continues whining into the counter his head is currently resting on.

“bitch i did! like, three fucking times already! he always responds with ‘and i will crush your head if you don’t bla bla bla’”, he complains, waving his right hand around in the air to make his point.

shoko did not sign up for this.

“you think an intervention would help?”, she ponders, half serious, half joking, and it has her friend snort loudly. he turns his head to look at her, brows raised: “intervention for what exactly, to drop his obliviousness? he was born with that i fear, good luck.”

“nah, he needs to stop being in denial”, shoko rolls her eyes and immediately regrets it as she feels the 6 pints of beer kicking in (finally), “he looks at you as if you were the world, man, sickening to watch.” satorou giggles like a middle schooler.

“either way, you better hurry the fuck up with this, i don’t wanna be losing my money because you two morons can’t get your shit together.” shoko presses her lips to a thin line, thinking about the fifty bucks she had bid on her two friends, and hakari’s shit eating grin.

“i still can’t believe everyone of y’all made a fucking bet out of us, such bad friends and coworkers, i’ll complain to HR tomorrow!” the brunette can only snort and fishes for the pack of malboro in her pocket.

“complain about what?” satorou falls off his chair — and gets caught because of fucking course he gets caught, man’s a damn princess, shoko thinks — upon hearing the voice behind him. ocean eyes wide in shock when he whips his head around: “suguru! don’t sneak up on us like that!” he lets himself get manhandled back onto the barstool.

“and your balance sucks.” the raven keeps one of his arms wrapped around satorou and holds his free hand out to their girl bestie, asking for a cigarette. she stares both of them up and down, eyes lingering on suguru gripping satorou’s waist, and shoves a cigarette into his hands, muttering a curse.

“nah, nah, my balance’s perfectly fine”, the white haired claims, pressing himself closer to suguru’s chest, “i could show you!” the ravenette looks at him with amusement written all over his face: “and how exactly do you plan to ‘show me’?”

“well, for starters, i’m great at walking perfectly straight on the stones of a sidewalk! not that i’m straight but you get the point. and then, also, i think i could keep my balance very well after bouncing on your dick for hours!”

shoko wants to go home. she can feel the lesbian inside her leave. she should start being homophobic or something. change of careers.

“you don’t have the stamina to bounce on my dick for hours, ‘toru”, suguru rolls his eyes, takes a hit from his cigarette, as if he’s talking about the damn weather. shoko meets satorou’s eyes and she can see a vein pop on his forehead: “you see this shit, shoko?!”

“dear lord, yes i do, and i wish i weren’t”, she mumbles. the bet has been going for over a month already, she really didn’t think it’s this bad. maybe she should do something? but, nah, that’d be against the rules of the bet, she’s pretty sure sukuna would beat her up for cheating.

“so, back to that ‘reporting things to HR’ stuff, what was that about?”, suguru asks and the brunette is very tempted to spill the beans — but, again, that’d be against those goofy rules so she keeps her mouth shut, looking at satorou because that man is a born actor.

“eh, someone took a shit in the employees restroom today and didn’t flush”, satorou waves his hand up and down, again, and shoko will always be impressed by how good of a liar he is.

“sounds like toji”, suguru thinks, “that man has issues, dude, how he hasn’t been charged for assault yet is one of the seven world wonders.” satorou only nods in agreement and shoko orders another beer.

“not sure how you made a correlation between ‘not flushing the toilet’ and ‘felony’ but okay.” satorou barks with a singular ‘hah!’ and shuts up when suguru pinches his waist.

“no, you know what, actually- this makes a lot of sense-“, shoko has her eyes on the raven again, “something’s wrong in your frontal lobe, logical thinking seems to not be working for you properly.” suguru only feels half insulted because he has no idea what a frontal lobe is but he does get the implication of shoko telling him he’s stupid.

“fuck’s that supposed to mean”, he still asks, with playful anger lacing his words. there is a tinge of curiosity nagging his mind, whispering to him that he missed out on something. shoko is definitely hinting towards some underlying issues there.

“eh, figure it out for yourselves”, she dismisses his question and takes a sip of her beer, the bitterness of it tasting sweet in contrast to the cigarettes she’s been inhaling. suguru has his eyes averted and hums a “uh-huh” with his lips around the filter before he shifts his attention to the white-haired once again.

“suguru, can we go to this new pastry shop after our shift? they have new items on their menu!” the raven smiles fondly upon seeing the excitement in satorou’s whole body language and he finds himself agreeing — not that he is ever able to say “no” to him anyway.

“we could also pick out some flowers, i have a picknick planned for us on thursday night”, suguru puffs out the cigarette smoke and undoes the buttons of his uniform coat to get some air. he misses the confused looks the other two are giving him and tries not to cry when the smoke catches in his eyes. why does it always have to sting this bad?

“picknick? how come?”, satorou eventually asks, curiosity and suspicion walking hand in hand inside his mind. he watches as the ravenette lifts his head and takes the half-finished cancer stick between his index and middle finger: “for our anniversary? who’s head are you in right now, satorou.”

gojo satorou’s soul left his body.

his chin is on the floor — never mind that, he is floored. absolutely floored.

shoko almost chokes on the mouthful of alcohol and is convinced she just imagined hearing that, telling herself she is just drunk and wants to be out of her misery (she wants her money). but then she takes another look at suguru and is sure this is, as a matter of fact, reality and very much the present. she tries to close her mouth but it’s not working in her favour: “what. the fuck.”

suguru looks at them as if they’d just insulted his whole bloodline, mild irritation and annoyance making the crease between his eyebrows deep like canyons.

“what do you mean ‘what the fuck’?”, he asks and satorou doesn’t even hear him because he’s more than chin-deep inside his own brain, too fuzzy and it feels like his body is vibrating — he doesn’t know his mouth is still very much wide open and suguru wants nothing more than to shove his dick inside.

since shoko is generally faster in gathering herself so she quickly tries to make sense of the raven’s words: “what do you mean ‘what do you mean’?”

truly the conversation of geniuses.

shoko is pretty sure satorou short-circuited, the man having his chin so deep down in hell as if he is trying to catch flies with his mouth, and suguru has never looked more confused. if her fifty bucks weren’t involved, shoko would’ve taken a picture and made it her new home screen background.

she absentmindedly lights another cigarette and pinches the bridge of her nose. if this really is what she is thinking — nothing in the world could’ve prepared her for this. how does a man like suguru even live. never mind that, how does a man like satorou made it this far in life?

“let’s take a few steps back”, she finally says and nudges the side of satorou’s chin with her free hand (he slowly picks it up from the floor), “you said anniversary. what anniversary?” suguru looks at her as if she just grew a second head: “‘toru’s and my anniversary? we’ve been dating for a year now, hello?”

shoko hates how right she was with her suspicions but she’s also very, very, happy about getting money.

“we’ve been dating?! for a year?!”

ah. satorou.exe restarted successfully.

“what the fuck’s that supposed to mean?!”

shoko notes how invested the bartender seems to be in the situation and she can’t blame them.

“wha- when? how even- you never-“, satorou’s thoughts are running a whole marathon with blindfolds, bumping into each other and anything, tangling themselves together like strings. the word vomit coming out of his mouth makes shoko take another sip of her beer and she hopes that’ll make him even more funnier.

“satorou, we sleep in the same fucking bed, you kiss my cheeks regularly, we go on dates every other day, we literally have pet names for each other.”

shoko decides she’s homophobic now.

chapter 261 destroyed my mental so i’m uploading this to hopefully make some of us less depressed. personally, i’m more depressed now because of what we could’ve had

i might write a part 2 to this someday, idk, i rlly like this au but i’m also on the verge of chewing off my lips and i need a break from life

#shveris’ blue spring #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #shoko ieiri

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shveris · 19 days

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satosugu donnie darko AU in which suguru is donnie and satorou is frank. but instead of having satorou wear that terrifying bunny mask, it’s a mask portraying six eyes in the most horrific ways.

he also wears cheap looking angel wings that drag across the floor when he walks & just a white hospital gown that never seems to flutter, even if there’s a strong wind current sweeping suguru off his feet.

shoko is gretchen but in a non-romantic sense. it’s that person suguru starts to feel somewhat connected to, thinks shoko understands him.

his siblings are mimiko and nanako, they’re around 11 years old and adopted. they’re sweet and snippy, everything someone could want from two little twin girls.

yuki is grandma death but i’ll make her younger, call her “lady death” because it sounds more badass and she deserves that for doing what she did in the manga (iykyk).

i want choso in this too because chapter 259 destroyed me mentally but i have yet to figure out what role i’d give him — maybe his psychiatrist?

the remainder of the cast will be random people unrelated to jjk + i’d obviously change some scenes to fit suguru and other characters more.

essentially i just really like the idea of schitzo suguru losing his mind to “biblically accurate angel (satorou)” and committing felonies. it just fits him somehow…

#shveris’ blue spring #satosugu #i’m losing my mind #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #donnie darko

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shveris · 2 months

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satorou always feels so lonely and miserable whenever shoko and suguru step outside for a quick smoke. leaving him when they should be together. he hates being excluded like that!

but he can’t help it, he really hates cigarettes — they just tasted bad, made everything smell like smoke (suguru smelled like smoke) and the nicotine had his head run in circles. he’d rather not run into doors and walls again…

but shoko. shoko dislikes seeing her best friend be so miserable over something she caused. yes, she was maybe the reason suguru found a liking to the cancer sticks (she was scared he’d start eating them one day because how did he go through two packs in a single day, hello?) so that left poor satorou alone in the classroom, the cafés or restaurants they visited.

the solution came later to her than she liked — to be fair, she was never really looking for one either.

“use your fingers to break open the ball inside the filter”, she explains as she hands satorou the white malboro. he has his brows furrowed in confusion and uncertainty, using his index and thumb, as told, to identify the said ball. there was a small crunch sound when he pressed down with little force and the filter sprung back into its more rounded shape again.

“you can also bite down on them with your teeth”, suguru chimes in, already half-way through his first cigarette of the break. the taller boy just nods slowly before putting the stick between his lips and accepting the fire from shoko’s lighter.

bitter. but… not as bad as he remembers. the artificial strawberry and blueberry flavours on his tongue did a decent job at overpowering the taste of tobacco — and when he licks his lips. suguru and shoko chuckle softly, immediately catching the expression on sarorou’s face.

“the filter!”, he says excitedly, “it has some kinda coating!”

seeing his friend’s giddy smile makes shoko feel less bad about spreading lung cancer around.

#i miss them sm #gojo saturo #gojo satoru #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #jjk #shveris’ blue spring

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choita, featuring trans!choso but in a way you wouldn’t expect

warnings: blood as lube, masturbation, incest, underage, minor manga spoilers i think??

since the death wombs are basically past sorcerers, reincarnated into new bodies with the help of kenny, i can imagine choso’s utter confusion when the vessel of flesh he now inhibits has a penis. it’s weird, it’s new. he doesn’t mention it when he happens to be alone with his “father”

in the past, when he was born, he remembered his “father” being slightly disappointed by the fact that his perfect first attempt of a human-cursed spirit hybrid wasn’t a boy. boys and men were strong, physically and mentally — at least that’s where society at that point in time was standing at.

girls and women though? weak, emotional, fragile bodies that could snap under a tad of too much pressure.

but kenjaku was determined to make the best out of it, not wanting his almost perfect first attempt to go to waste.

therefore choso was raised as a boy. the training was rough and on good days his “father” let him onto the sparring grounds without the bandages around his chest, which usually kept his plump breasts tightly confined — he could breathe better, move around freely, have his back straight without the harsh pressure on his lungs and rib bones prodding into his organs.

so now he had none of those worries, the body he was now inhabiting the apparent picture of what kenjaku had always wanted from the firstborn.

choso didn’t complain, though, he just wished it came with some sort of instructions. especially when he woke up one morning, around half a moon into staying with yuuji in what was once shibuya, with the appendage between his legs rock hard and rushing with his cursed blood.

his little brother was laying a few meters away from him on the carpeted ground of a hotel hallway they’ve been camping in, sleeping soundly, curled up on himself.

choso was on the verge of panicking, the ache in his lower body almost unbearable and the fabric of his undergarments felt good and weirdly overbearing at the same time. beads of sweat were forming on his flushed skin while he debated what to do.

“yuuji?” his brother stirred, sensing the agitated waves in choso’s cursed energy. the raven swallowed hard, feeling bad for waking up the young boy from sleep he so desperately needed.

yuuji shot up after a few seconds, mind immediately jumping to “emergency” but when his honey eyes set on choso, the alertness on his face was overwritten with confusion: “huh?”

“i- i’m sorry but- something’s wrong. with my body”, choso had never felt this helpless and pathetic. he was supposed to be a guiding light for his brothers, letting them watch him go downhill so they could walk a path without failure.

yuuji slowly crawled to him, hands and knees rubbing on the dusty red carpet. he took in choso’s body in the dim light, scanning him for injuries or other oddities. the crease between his brows was deep: “what do you mean?” choso swallowed, hard, shifting in his spot, and slowly opened his legs to reveal a tent.

“why is it like this? what do i do? is this bad?”, he shifted again, noted how the friction of something moving against it felt nice, “i don’t- my original body didn’t-“ he stopped his bad attempt at trying to explain, only drinking in yuuji’s expression. the boy was absolutely flabbergasted and just stared at the twitching thing.

“uhm, is this a joke?” yuuji looked up at him after a few seconds of utter silence. choso was almost offended at the question: “hah?! yuuji, my dearest brother, does this look like a joke to you?” the raven swiftly undid his robes and awkwardly tugged his undergarments down to his thighs. the chill air hitting the genital made him hiss quietly.

“it looks different too!”, he stated in panicked confusion, pointing at the angry red the head was spouting. when he raised his head to look at yuuji, he saw pure shock on the boy’s face — chin dropped to expose his open mouth, eyes wide. that certainly did not help choso’s state of mind. was he about to die?

“choso you- you can’t just- what the fuck.” choso let out a strangled sound of sheer terror and that finally seemed to snap something inside yuuji into place. the sorcerer ran his fingers through his hair, combing them back so they wouldn’t sit on his forehead anymore. he took a few deep breaths and choso could see the cogs inside his brother’s head turn.

“first of all, you’re fine, your body’s fine, okay?”, yuuji finally looked at choso’s face again and the raven slowly nodded, “and second of all, you’re hard. it’s normal, just means you’re, uhm, horny?” now, why did yuuji sound so unsure again?

“what’s… ‘horny’?”, choso carefully asked, still not used to the modern world’s vocabulary. he’d learned quite a bit from mahito and kenny’s conversations but this was the first time he’d heard that specific word.

yuuji groaned, head in hands, sounding clearly frustrated. he murmured something along the lines of “this is not happening right now” and “i did not sign up for this” before he made eye contact with his brother once more.

“you’re aroused. some hormone stuff, i don’t know man. some times you just wake up with a morning wood”, yuuji explained and something inside choso clicked into place.

oh.

“oh…” heat rushed into the raven’s head in the speed of light, tinting his cheeks and ears in a bright red. the mark on his face began dripping with blood slowly but he barely noticed it, eyes still holding onto yuuji who was now looking at his face with raised brows.

when he was still in his original body, choso rarely felt aroused. and even when he did, he never did more than shoving his hand into his undergarments to carefully feel the tips of his fingers against the wetness between his legs.

“what- what do i do now? does it go away on its own?” he didn’t know why he was whispering, probably because the embarrassment inside him was overwhelming his usual stern self with an immense power. he saw yuuji swallow heavily: “rub it out. take a cold shower. think about gross things.”

choso scrunched his nose unconsciously, the last two options didn’t sound too appealing — showering wasn’t even an option since running water was rare in the current state of shibuya — and “rub it out” didn’t help him further. what was he supposed to rub, his penis? and what was “it”?

“what if i just… go back to sleep?”, he asked before lowering his gaze to look at the situation. the boy sighed in defeat: “it’ll start to hurt if it doesn’t go down on its own.” choso hummed and slowly raised his hand to poke the side of it.

“feels weird, i don’t know, brother”, the half-cursed one stated, lips curled up in discomfort. when he raised his head again, yuuji was massaging the bride of his nose.

“oh my god”, the boy whispered, probably to himself, “wrap your whole hand around it. move it up and down slowly.” choso let out a loud breath through his nose before doing as told. it felt… good? and very warm. he wasn’t sure. it was different, odd to say the least.

“i feel stupid”, he announced and let go, hand clasping and unclasping a few times midair.

yuuji was about to lose it.

he sighed, loud and a bit too exaggerated. the ravenette watched in awe as yuuji sat up on his knees and undid his pants before taking them off completely. then he discarded his boxers, threw them to the side unceremoniously. he changed from kneeling to sitting crisscrossed, mirroring choso’s position.

“if we’re doing already anyways…”, the boy muttered, apparently still talking to himself as if he was grounding his own turbulent thoughts. he caught choso’s eyes staring at his half-hard dick and forced the embarrassment down his throat.

yuuji gathered some saliva in his mouth before spitting in his open hand, earning him a surprise gasp. choso felt stupid? yuuji wanted to bark out in laughter. no, he felt stupid. he was teaching a centuries old being how to masturbate. and as if that wasn’t weird enough, said being also claimed to be his brother by blood.

he leaned back on his dry hand and gave himself a few sloppy rubs with the other. the boy grit his teeth and watched himself get harder by the second before pulling away when he felt his spit dry. he hadn’t had the privacy nor the urge to get himself off since everything went to shit weeks ago — guess he had to thank choso for the opportunity later.

“okay, now do what i did”, he told the raven and watched as he reluctantly spit into his hand. choso’s dark eyes lingered on yuuji’s dick for a few seconds before wrapping his hand around it.

yuuji yelled in surprise, grabbing the half-curse’s biceps with shattering force. choso stared at him, panicked again: “did i hurt you, brother?” the boy could hear sukuna’s blaring laughter inside his head, clearly incredibly amused by their little thing and yuuji wanted nothing more than having his heart ripped out — again.

“fuck, choso- no, no, you’re not supposed to get me off, oh my god!”, yuuji noted how pale the raven’s skin looked in contrast to his’, “and don’t call me ‘brother’, you literally have your hand around my dick!” yuuji did a really good job at teaching choso new vocab.

“my bad”, the half-curse apologised in a low voice before letting go. yuuji could feel choso’s spit cool on his sensitive skin and he brought his hand back to himself, not wanting the improvised lubricant go to waste. biting back a moan he looked up at the raven once again: “c’mon, try it.”

choso spit into his palm once more and tried imitating his brother’s movements. the added slickness helped the glide of his hand as he worked on himself in a slower pace than yuuji. he gasped, caught off guard by how nice it felt, and he almost missed the sly smirk dancing on yuuji’s lips.

“feels- feels good”, choso mumbled, craning his neck to let his head roll back. the boy hummed in agreement, letting out small sounds that stirred something deep inside choso’s stomach. he could get used to this, he thought to himself.

his mind shortly drifted to “what if he tried sating those needs when he still had his actual body?” but that was quickly thrown overboard when yuuji cursed sharply under his breath.

“wish we had lube”, the pink-haired whimpered and choso actually felt a bit proud when he understood what his brother meant. he leaned his head forward again and brought his free hand up between the two. he slowly drew some blood up and began coating both their dicks in the warm fluid, making them both moan at the feeling of it.

yuuji let out a dragged out “fuck” and his thighs began to tremble subtly. he pondered on asking if choso also had a porn magazine somewhere stashed in his obi, but ultimately decided against it because he had a hunch the raven would not understand the joke.

choso let his gaze wander to the boy’s face — to those hooded honey eyes which seemed to glow in the dimmed light — and felt the need to seem them more up close. he’d always thought how pure the color was, a stark comparison to his whole being, and how insanely delicate they looked in comparison to yuuji’s self.

“closer”, he muttered without realising and yuuji didn’t understand what he meant, thinking he was close to coming. but when choso suddenly grabbed his body, and their dicks bumped into each other when he found himself sitting on the half-curse’s lap, a startled yell echoed through the hallway, swallowed by the carpet.

choso let the blood from his mark drip down and wrapped his hand around the both of them. yuuji was too overwhelmed — with the new found and strange warmth against his twitching dick — and immediately swallowed the complains that had already formed on the tip of his tongue.

he steadied himself with his arms around choso’s neck, smearing blood onto porcelain skin, and just stared at the obscenity in his lap. he barely noticed when the raven rested their foreheads together, their sweat and breaths mixing with the now hot air around them. choso’s other hand was gripping his waist like a lifeline, fingers dipping into the soft skin underneath his uniform.

“fuck”, yuuji managed between moans and gasps when the other started thrusting his hips upwards, adding even more friction. the boy quickly followed suit and a guttural groan ripped through choso’s throat. the half-cursed had never experienced such amounts of pleasure and something about experiencing this for the first time with his little brother had this entire mind running in loops.

the knot in his lower body was untying itself with every thrust, every breath, every moan and gasp; the tenseness inside him was becoming undone in such a beautiful way, it robbed him of all his air.

“choso, choso”, yuuji began chanting and the man joined in, the name of his little brother sounding like a beautiful curse the more he said it.

pressure exploded in a way that should be illegal when the boy suddenly started spasming on his lap, a drawn out “choso” coming from deep within yuuji’s throat, and white ribbons painted both their stomachs and choso’s hand. it mixed in slowly with the blood as the raven continued stroking them leisurely, sending waves over waves of pleasure over both of them. they crashed into their minds, shattering any coherent thoughts they might’ve still harboured throughout the ordeal.

choso eventually stopped and carefully released their now softening dicks, trying to take deep breaths to calm his hammering heart. yuuji did the same and let the raven rest his head against his shoulder.

“shit”, the boy managed after a few minutes and then laughed, “that was really good.” choso could only hum, content to bask in his brother’s warmth.

live footage of choso after he processed the situation:

i love him and miss him tons…. i saw a theory on twt abt him being still alive due to todo’s boogie woogie and i’m coping so hard rn

i want him to come back😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#shveris’ blue spring #choita #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuuji #choso kamo

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