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❝ ANGEL

♡ gn!reader x gojo satoru

cw: hurt/ comfort, established relationship

synopsis: gojo is so unserious, but he loves you more than you’ll ever know

wc: 1400+

notes from mei!

hello guys it’s been so long! i’ve rewatched jjk AND WATCHED JJK 0 FINALLY and felt very inspired to write lol (i fully believe gojo is a ginormous piece of shit)

i’m very rusty but i hope u enjoy!

you’ve always known satoru was far different from what people portrayed. he’s so conceited that it’s painful, but you know it’s just because he has insecurities of his own that he feels the need to hide.

he’s not as much of a ladies man as people say—of course, he can have anyone he wants, but he's only ever wanted to be yours.

i’m your perfect match, satoru says, no one can compare!

he’s scared of never-ending cycles and repeated mistakes—of things he should be able to control but somehow can’t—frankly, satoru is the epitome of bullshit.

it’s only now you’ve realized that satoru is the most flawed human you’ll probably ever meet—he’s a wuss who never stops complaining, his mouth going on and on like a never-ending siren. his favourite hobby is to get on people’s nerves then treat himself to that expensive bakery downtown.

satoru is so excellent that his flaws are dimmed by the blinding lights of his perfections.

he can get away with just about anything work wise—but with you and your relationship, there’s a line he constantly loves to jump over, even when he knows you'll never let it slide.

“satoru come on,” you say, hand reaching for his, but as you draw closer you feel a slight resistance, unable to touch him. you draw your hand back, taken aback from his behaviour.

you sigh, quiet and drawn out. gojo feels a chill run through his body as immediate regret pumps through his veins.

"baby—"

"save it, satoru."

he bites his tongue, watching as your eyes glaze over. you turn away from him, crossing your arms as if you were giving yourself a much needed hug. it's silent in his... very large and luxurious penthouse living room and you're once again reminded of the social gap between you and satoru.

for a moment, you can hear the voices of everyone mocking your relationship—criticizing you, laughing at you for even thinking special grade sorcerer gojo satoru could have a soft spot for someone like you.

and you feel played. not by him, but by yourself for believing someone born from money and blessed with strength, could love someone like you—someone who came from nothing and had to work their way up and up, kissing ass and developing thick skin.

you don't think gojo will ever understand how privileged he is.

you also don't think he'll understand how bad he is for you.

"where do you think you're going?" he calls. you think carefully, sliding on your shoes as you undo the lock on his door.

"home."

it's been two days and as your tidying up your apartment, you hear a knock at your door.

you pause, already knowing exactly who it is.

a minute—maybe five passes as you don't hear another knock. you're unnerved because you still see the shadow of him through the very bottom of your door, stubborn as he always is.

you try not to breathe too loud or move too fast, but satoru's always a step ahead and as you're opening your window to escape through the emergency stairs, he's already there.

"that's cold, my love." he says, but it's missing his usual satoru-flare and you know he's not in usual mood.

you don't think you can stomach him being in front of you.

he's wearing his sunglasses, hair down with his hand making sure your window stays open. his other is stuffed in his pocket, casual and uncaring like he always is.

"that's rich coming from you."

satoru loves you.

and it's all he can think about as he looks at you.

he knows you're more hurt than angry, and it's taken him great restraint to not harass you—lovingly—over these past two days. and when he sees you, he realizes he definitely should’ve harassed you instead.

his eyes trace your frown, your posture that shuts him out. he wonders if he'll be able to fix his big mistake.

with you in front of him, gojo doesn't feel like he's the strongest anymore. all the words he prepared to serenade you back into his arms sounded like gibberish and no longer felt right.

"why are you here, satoru?" he doesn't miss the way your voice breaks, "why do you always do this to me?"

tears begin to clump in his your lashes, throat tightening as you stare at him in disbelief. the air is so tense. you feel like you've been stripped bare as a tear rolls down your cheek.

"you make me feel so loved," your voice shakes, "you lift me up so high and make me feel so proud to be me."

satoru wants to tell you that loving you feels so natural.

"but you're so mean," you cry. the tears are falling freely now and you're choking on your words. "you do all these—all these things, making me feel special and—and seen, only for you to neglect me and twist my words a week later, because you can't handle being treated the way you treat me!"

he wants to tell you that seeing you like this is eating him alive.

"you're so ignorant—are you kidding me? thinking i'm overreacting for getting mad th—that you cancelled on like, the third rescheduled date to take on a low-level mission? and when i confronted you about it, forgave you for it, you turn on your infinity when all i wanted to do was hug you?"

your arms fall to your side, sick of his face and the way he’s just standing there silent. "it wasn't even about the date. i feel like you're bored of me and everyone who said we wouldn't last—"

"don't finish that sentence." he interrupts, no longer able to bite his tongue. his lanky figure climbs through your window and you feel even more vulnerable now that he's in your space.

"i'll never get bored of you, you keep me on my toes too much." he lays his cards on the table, knowing this is the last chance he has to prove he loves you more than anything on this earth. "i know how harsh you are to yourself, so i celebrate your tiny achievements because i'm genuinely proud of everything you do. i'm aware that being the best at work doesn't mean i'll be the best boyfriend. i forget that sometimes...” you glare, “most times." he corrects.

satoru takes a careful step toward you. "i care about you—more than you know, i think. you don't deserve to be neglected at all, and you don't.." he inhales through his teeth, "you don't have to put up with me if you don't want to anymore. i know how hard i make it, and i know a sorry isn't going to make it better."

you don't think you've ever seen satoru look so small.

"i can't ask you to stay with me, but we both know how selfish i am, so i'll beg you to stay with me anyways."

he doesn't miss the quick upturn of your lips. but it disappears as fast as it came.

you break eye contact and he feels his world shatter.

"how are you going to fix this?"

"...by reminding you i'm your perfect match?" he squeaks.

you sigh, "you're so unserious."

lanky arms wrap around your figure, caging you against his chest. you close your eyes, naturally sinking into his embrace. "i won't blame you if you break up with me, but i'll just let you know i'll definitely drop dead and you'll be responsible for killing the strongest sorcerer in the universe."

"that doesn’t sound that bad. everyone would know me and fear me—you know how popular i’d be?”

he's silent for a good, long second. "that's cold, my love."

it's so childish, in the way that he speaks. but in a way, he just revealed more to you than his semi-serious little monologue could ever do.

satoru is such a wuss, but he's never had someone love him like you do and he malfunctions. he can't fathom the thought of losing you, but also can't stomach the fact he's not good for you.

but he's trying. you know he is just from the way his knuckles brush against your cheek during the early hours of the morning; you know he's trying when he sneaks off during work to join you on your lunch break.

you know he’s trying because his students say he seems so gentle when he looks at you.

you know he's trying because he's here right now, after showing you he’s not the strongest despite everyone (and himself) proclaiming he is.

your arms curl around him and satoru gets his answer.

he's home.

whoever is writing my life has got mad writers block bc wtf am i doing

Ex husband Bakugo who knew marrying his high school sweetheart would just hold him back from his goal of being a top pro hero.

Ex husband Bakugou who would forget to separate personal and work life and bring home his anger and frustration from a days work.

Ex husband Bakugou who fights with you so often that he sees the light in your eyes vanishing every time he yells at you.

Ex husband Bakugou who somehow managed to hold onto what little love you have for him until he’s reached the top three heroes of Japan in just two years from graduating U.A..

Ex husband Bakugou who lets the fame get to his head and suddenly disappears from home for weeks at a time until one day he comes back to see you holding divorce papers.

Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t realize how much he’s made you suffer since marrying him and reluctantly signs the papers after hearing your voice crack with each reason for wanting the divorce.

Ex husband Bakugou who watches you leave the day the divorce is finalized without another word, desperate pleads stuck in the back of his throat as you vanish from his life all together.

Ex husband Bakugou who goes on to do greater things but realizes too late that it’s lonely at the top, especially when the best person he’d ever had left him for his own negligence.

Ex husband Bakugou who calms down over time, becoming much more bearable and actually scoring someone who he could love for a bit.

Ex husband Bakugou who has the greatest little girl be born as his daughter and coddles her like a porcelain doll.

Ex husband Bakugou that walks in one day to see his woman beneath one of his sidekicks from his agency in their bed. His little girl wailing in the next room for food and a diaper change.

Ex husband Bakugou who’s thoroughly humiliated by the sight before him. His current wife berating him for spoiling her fun and calling his daughter a nuisance.

Ex husband Bakugou who divorces the woman and makes a deal with her, full custody of his daughter and she wouldn’t have to pay him anything, she happily agrees to those terms and vanishes forever.

Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t waste his time loving another when he has his little girl to focus on. Dotes on her, is overprotective towards her, spoils her like a princess, she’s his everything now.

Ex husband Bakugou who, almost a decade later gets a call from his little girl while she’s in grade school, whispering into the phone that there’s an active shooter on campus.

Ex husband Bakugou, who despite his growing white hairs, rushes to his daughter’s school with the speed that could rival a jet.

Ex husband Bakugou who hears the screams of his daughter and the other children when the gunman breaks into the room and threaten them all with warning shots into the ceiling.

Ex husband Bakugou who rushes to his daughter’s classroom only to see the active shooter kicked into the wall by an ice covered leg he recognized all to well. The man somehow manages to stay conscious and reaches for the gun once he flattens out and drops to the floor, for good measure you swing your leg high above your head and come down hard on the man’s back knocking him out and creating a crater under him from the sheer force of your strength.

Ex husband Bakugou who calls out your name only receiving a glare as acknowledgement, you call out to the other teacher in the room to get her students out, with pleasure she does, counting each one as they pass by and orders them out to the field.

Ex husband Bakugou who notices that your skirt has torn apart at the sides to accommodate the moves that just saved his daughter, who is now crying into his stomach in relief that their all okay.

Ex husband Bakugou who sticks around until police have arrived to take the man in, they take him to the hospital to check his injuries and you’re left huffing and annoyed when a parent scolds you for your torn dress since it’s “inappropriate for a school teacher to look like that!”

Ex husband Bakugou who growls and barks at the woman that you’d just saved her kid from being shot, she flinches at his intimidating stature towering over her and leaves before she gets barked at again.

Ex husband Bakugou who’s little 11 year old daughter notices the way her papa looks at you, lovesick and sad, she likes that look on him and decides to be his Angel of influence.

Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t know that his daughter is buttering you up so he can ask you on a date. “Hey Papa! Guess what (L/n)-sensei said she wants to go out dancing this weekend but she doesn’t have anyone to take her! You should go!”

Ex husband Bakugou who chokes and spits out his coffee to the news his daughter has suddenly acquired, she slips a piece of paper towards him before leaving to school with her friend. It’s your phone number that she just so happened to steal from her teacher’s contact book.

Ex husband Bakugou who takes the chance to be with you again and invites you out on a date, to his shock you actually say yes and on Friday night he leaves Kirishima and Mina in charge of his smiling little girl.

Ex husband Bakugou who finds you waiting for him at the club in a gorgeous little cocktail dress with laced sleeves and an open back, and simply can’t take his eyes off of you.

Ex husband Bakugou who immediately corrects you for degrading yourself for wearing something fit for someone “younger” and complements your matured form like you were the last Angel on earth.

Ex husband Bakugou who shares a couple of drinks with you at the bar, talking about life and how you’d both been doing since the divorce. You make fun of him for being such a sucker for his daughter but you see how happy the little girl makes him.

Ex husband Bakugou who confesses that he’s missed you so much and admits that he’s been lonely ever since his second divorce, you simply nod and confess that you’ve missed him too.

Ex husband Bakugo who drags you onto the dance floor to gently sway to your old wedding song, getting lost in your eyes as he whispers the words he failed to tell you back when you were still his.

Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t even notice that he’s kissing you by the end of the song, the taste of your sweet fruity drink still lingering on your sweet colored lips. His eyes are closed shut and he focuses on the fact that you’re still as soft and beautiful as before.

Ex husband Bakugou who spends the whole night with you until you’re both stumbling into his penthouse home, singing and dancing and mocking each other like the good ol days.

Ex husband Bakugou who falls asleep with you in his arms smiling like a love drunk fool, for the first time in years he’s able to share a warm bed with the woman he loves and it feels so right.

Ex husband Bakugou who doesn’t just stop at one date, he takes you out several times before asking you to be his again and to his surprise you tell him yes.

Ex husband Bakugou who smiles when you meet his daughter officially, the little girl smiling with pure glee once she sees how happy you make her sour old Papa.

Ex husband Bakugou who now has a truly loving family with you and his little girl, despite your old age he’s completely bewitched by your kindness and beauty like you were fresh out of High School.

Ex husband Bakugou who now gets home cooked lunches and meals made by you despite being able to do them himself.

Ex husband Bakugou who gets you pregnant just two years after becoming his again, absolutely loses his mind seeing cute you are swollen with his kid.

Ex husband Bakugou who listens when you put him in his place for bringing work troubles home with him or correcting him when he forgets to make time for the family, he won’t make the same mistake twice.

Ex husband Bakugou who is absolutely over the moon when he finds out you’re pregnant with twins, his little girl is so excited by the news she’ll have two little babies that’ll idolize her!

Ex husband Bakugou who does everything in his power to come home to his two special girls every time he goes to work, even when he’s battered or bruised he makes it home to you both so you don’t stress and worry about him.

Ex husband Bakugou who has a happy family with you and will never take you for granted again.

Dear Future Me…

in which gojo travels inexplicably to the future

not proofread; enjoy

one minute gojo’s walking on the street, heading over to your house to pick you up for a picnic, on the phone with megumi who’s at the grocery store buying a last minute cake, and one minute he’s…not. a flash of light from the other side of the road, too fast to avoid even with gojos unhumanlike reaction time. hes pushed forwards, or was it backwards, and a cold wind whips around him, making goosebumps form on his arms. and then suddenly, hes back, except things are a little different. take the road for example, seems much too worn out for a road newly paved last week. and your house. its painted a welcoming green, with a cute red door, not the yellow it used to be. theres a new tree in your garden, blossoming flowers gojo knew wasnt there before. his attention turns on the movement of the front door, opening to reveal…you. you look beautiful, but much older than when he last saw you. gojos breath is taken away by how you glow, your smile lighting up the sky, just like it always is. and then, unexpectedly, just as hes about to call out to you, someone walks out the door behind you.

“what the fuck…” gojo mumbles to himself, watching an older, fitter, hotter (if he may say so himself), and possibly wiser gojo walk out of the door and lock it gently, before wrapping an arm around your waist and poking at a yellow bundle you have in your hands. this is a lot for now-gojo, as we must resort to calling him, to take in. he...and you?? and his hand on your waist?? and…and.

“holy shit…” gojo breathes. the yellow bundle is a baby. now-gojo sees that now, as little hands reach out towards your cheeks, and as future gojo lifts it out of the bundle of blankets in your arms and into his chest. the wispy sunlight catches the babys face just as it is tucked into future gojos chest, and its eyes, bright blue like pools of dreams and hope, quite lovely gojo thinks, take all the weight off his shoulders and he breathes a sigh of relief so deep he physically sags down.

when gojo looks up again, he is back on the newly paved street leading up to your house. “…hello? you there?? you havent answered me in like ten minutes. i asked red velvet or cheesecake. you good-“ megumis voice streams from the speaker on gojos phone.

“ye-yeah. yeah. im good megumi. very good actually. splendid. now if i may, i have a visit to pay to someone.”

“not y/n again…” megumi grumbles as his voice fades into nothingness.

gojo smiles, a new pep in his step as he leans forward to knock on your door.

“g’mornin pretty,” he winks at you, “i gotta tell you somethin’. “

i can't believe there are people who hope avery will dump jameson and get together with grayson in "the brothers hawthorne". avery chose jameson. it's final. you can't change it. move on.

little ouppy .

I have three modes of reading

Dont read

Read a 500 page book in a day

Read only fanfiction until my eyeballs drop out of my skull from exhaustion

“kats…she’s yours.”

the blonde doesn’t move, only stares blankly at the wall above your head, ignoring the ultrasound in he’s clenching in his right hand. you smile brightly at him, bouncing on your heels.

“fuckin…how? weren’t you being careful? what the fuck y/n i cant- you cant- we’re not-“

“we’re not what.” you look at him aghast. “what the fuck are you saying katsuki?”

it had been a couple months since that night, but it was hard to forget. bakugo had come to you, upset about losing that apartment full of people to the villains, upset about being beaten, his anger pent up and ready to explode. neither of you slept that night. but in the morning, you’d woken up without him by your side, his part of the bed still warm with the ghost of the heat of his body, the smell of his expensive cologne and a tinge of smoke refusing to let go of the blanket you pull tighter around your chin.

”stay.” you say, and you look him in the eyes so forcefully he has no choice but to look back. you search his vermillion eyes for a sign of his thoughts. he looks away again, and runs a hand through his unkempt hair, hair you'd felt on the back of your neck only the night before.

“i can’t.”

bakugo lays the ultrasounds on your bed and steps back. “i’m a hero y/n, you know that. i dont got time for…it.”

“her,” you correct. us, you think. your heart sinks a little but a little voice in the back of your head taunts you. you knew he was using you. you used him back. yet you caved. look where that got you.

“yeah, her, whatever.” bakugo mumbles. his eyes are harder now, his expression stony. “im a hero y/n, i have duties, people to save, training to do. i dont have time for any of this. dont be selfish.”

“selfish?” you snarl, “shes yours and you know it. don’t give me this fucking bullshit. you have time. you had time when came over every night last summer. if you dont have time, then make some katsuki. for me,” your voice cracks a little here, “for her. for us.”

bakugo stares blankly at you, as if he couldnt hear what you were saying. shaking his head, he turns towards the door.

“im sorry y/n.”

and then he leaves.