My Pretty Princess. You Deserved Better.

my pretty princess. you deserved better.

Seeing someone say they hope Gege gets hit by a car and others going "good" because he's sick was just... look, hate or love the story but it's extreme to wish harm on some guy over FICTION.

You know, one reason why some people stop creating is because people do shit like that.

Imagine being someone who writes a fic and someone comments how they wish harm on you. OVER WORDS. THAT THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO READ.

Ridiculous, isn't it?

SOFT BF SATORU GOJO :: no. 2 cuz I love him (and he's in my head 24/7)

bf!satoru likes to offer you an earbud whenever he listens to music. he makes sure to clean them frequently just in case you're curious about what he's playing at the time. I can imagine his music taste is a mixture of almost everything, but mainly pop or rnb. if you show interest in a random song that comes up, he'll secretly add it to your shared playlist and watch your reaction when it plays.

bf!satoru is the kind of person who turns down an offer to share some of the food on your plate, but will snatch a fry or something small a minute later. if you try to do the same, he will pout.

bf!satoru doesn't let anyone other than you sit in the passenger seat of his car, and I mean it. he'll give the death stare to anybody who tries to. that's your seat, and your seat alone. everybody else can sit in the back. is it a little mean? yea, sure, but in his eyes it's endearing.

bf!satoru has money. everyone knows that. so what does he do with that money? practice good financial habits? no, no, this is satoru we're talking about. instead, he buys TONS of video games for the two of you. he's a bit competitive, so if it is a game where you go against each other, don't expect him to let you win. his gamertag is probably the same one he made when he was a teenager, so don't be surprised if it's something immature or includes the typical "XxUSERNAMExX" format.

bf!satoru lives off of your affection, and will sulk around like a child if you forget to give him his morning kiss. talk about dramatic. he'll get over it if you give him two, but you swear he acts like a debt collector trying to get your attention.

bf!satoru is surprisingly good at doing house chores. you'll come home to see him doing dishes or tidying up the place on most days. does he dance around with the broom and pretend it's a mic? yes, he does. it's funny to watch him, and even funnier to see his reaction when you catch him.

bf!satoru sleeps like a brick. wherever he falls asleep, he stays. whatever position he falls asleep in, he'll just continue to snooze like that until you wake him up. being used to your presence and his surroundings makes it hard to do so, though. I guess it's good to know he lets his guard down around you.

satoru with reader who likes to bake, and who also dies suddenly on a mission but he never got any of the recipes to their desserts :< so now he teaches himself to bake in his free time so he can discover your exact method and ratios until he can make ones that taste just like yours used to :<<

it turns out, gojo satoru hates silence. to be more accurate, he hates the sound of total nothing when it comes to you.

that's not to say that he wants you to scream at him like all hell's breaking loose but he just wants something from you, good or bad he doesn't care, over this suffocating silence. you don't even look at him; instead, you focus on attempting to secure the sterile white bandages on top of his injuries. you pretend like you don't see the crimson red of his blood seeping through them as you do.

"baby..." his voice is barely above a whisper, a rare occurrence for someone who's always been the loudest in any room he's in. he gets no response from you, only the sight of your jaw tensing up as you grit your teeth. satoru tries and fails to meet your eyes.

"baby. please, talk to me." he pleads softly, using his other unoccupied hand to reach out to you. you freeze slightly at the feeling of his fingertips upon your arm.

a small sigh of defeat escapes him. "see? i'm fine, nothing's gonna hurt me alright? it's just a scratch, that's all." as if to emphasise his point, he raises his arms up in a show of goodwill, swallowing the harsh wince of pain that threatens to escape his lips.

for what feels like the first time in forever, you look back at him, your eyes meeting his cerulean ones. "that's not the point, satoru." you state, finishing up your bandaging of him. "what if one day you do get hurt badly?" the clang of your tools hitting the metal tray table echoes within the walls of the infirmary.

he brushes off your concerns with a wave. "that's not going to hap-"

"okay, but what if it does?" you cut him off bluntly. your expression is serious, deadly serious with your unwavering gaze and slightly furrowed brows, to the point where he's rendered speechless for the first time.

"have you ever thought about what would happen to the people you leave behind... about me?" your words trail off at the end of your sentence, your voice faltering slightly as well. maybe it's a trick of the light but satoru swears that tears are welling up in the corner of your eyes.

his chest tightens with an uncomfortable squeeze, his gaze falling to the floor. no one dares to speak for a moment, whatever words and phrases of reassurance satoru would typically throw your way now suddenly seem shallow and lack any sort of weight behind them. the air is tense around the both of you.

you don't even need him to respond to know the answer to your own question as it would be a resounding no. for most of his life, satoru lives and breathes like he's untouchable, detached from most things including other people. being someone who has been leagues above everyone else since birth does that to a person.

however, it seems that this has caused him to forget that others around him don't share his fate and that no matter how detached he still believes himself to be, there are still ones who crave his connection and see past his facade of godhood and more as the human he truly is underneath it all.

"...i'm sorry, baby." he murmurs under his breath as he looks back up at you, sincerity and raw vulnerability evident in his expression. "i promise that i'll be more careful next time." he brings your hands to his lips and presses a soft kiss against your skin, letting himself bask in the warmth, your warmth, that is radiating off of you.

"there shouldn't be a next time." you huff half-heartedly, trying to stand strong in light of his previous behaviour which led to this moment but you feel your knees start to turn into jelly the moment his lips graze your hands.

a faint laugh escapes him. "i'll make a promise on that too." he adds, spreading his legs slightly just so he can pull you against his chest and into his arms.

gojo satoru is used to living only for himself but now, he has to remember that he has someone to come home to and he's going to make sure that he starts living like he did. only a shame he didn't see this earlier.

satoru hates seeing you cry, yet there’s also something beautiful about it. the fact that you’ve chosen to be vulnerable around him makes him feel protective over you. he wants to hold and cherish you until he can’t anymore.

“it’s fine, baby . . . let it out. ‘m right here,” he coos, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb on your right cheek. his lips catch a taste of the salty drops on the opposite side.

you’re gorgeous—always have been and will keep being—but you’re even more so when you’re holding onto him like your life depends on it. satoru’s hand rubs your back up and down, his other massaging your nape.

it may sound bad, but he’s secretly hoping that the moment continues forever. your pretty eyes sparkling with tears are a sight to behold, as well as your pouty lips. he wants to kiss your worries away and show you that he’ll love you no matter what.

“you’re going to be okay, mhm?” satoru mumbles as he places a kiss against your forehead. once he sees you nod and look up at him, a warm smile instantly forms on his glossy lips, “so fuckin’ pretty. keep lookin’ at me like that.”

of course, who or what ever made you cry will be held accountable one way or another, but your boyfriend doesn’t mind comforting you for a bit longer.

just to admire you.