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nicolovesutoo · 1 year ago

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Gojo Hearing “I Love You” for the First Time

I gen. have no clue if anywhere in the series anybody has said they loved gojo. Whether platonic or not. Its interesting and I was just thinking.

CW: Mentions of Gojo’s Past(some canon some not…so spoilers ig if you haven’t read the inventory arc), Established Relationship, Mentioned Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Some Angst(?), Soft Gojo, Reader speaks Spanish because I’m projecting 😋, Kisses

Blk!Fem Reader in Mind

“AND THAT’S WHY I DO NOT LIKE PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES!..IT WAS VOMIT EVERYWHERE!”

“Can’t believe you managed to eat 6 boxes of cookies in one sitting.”

“Hey! Don’t judge it was a marathon of Digimon playing all day…good times. Not as good as the time—“

And there he goes again, your big over 6’6” boyfriend laying on his back on the couch having another yap fest after a long trip. It started off with a quiet evening of you both eating and watching a childhood movie to then actually sharing stories of your past.

You really couldn’t be more enamored by how excited Satoru gets when he speaks to you. His smile is wide from ear to ear and his dimples grow deeper. He’s also so expressive with his hand gestures you really don’t know where to look as you lay comfortable on his big broad chest.

Usually when he begins to speak about his life before you, you try to absorb and savor every moment. Since your friendship in high school Gojo wasn’t much of a talker (ironically) about his life, but as you both grown closer since his big mission with Geto to watch over Riko he managed to get a bit more comfortable with telling you more about himself.

It’s been 11 years since then and after some therapy sessions with you, Geto, and Gojo three of you managed to learn how to express yourselves in a healthier way with each other.

You watch now, almost 1 year into your official relationship with him and noticed he doesn’t talk much about his parents. Nor an adult in his life that was like a parent to him at the very least. Even when in High School you never met his family. You knew of his clan and that was all.

You always wondered where did he get his wild energy from? His dad? Where did he become so affectionate through touch? His mom? It was all a mystery you wanted to understand.

You’ve even asked Geto, his closest best friend what does he know about his mom and dad, but he always ends with “It’s better you wait until he tells you himself.”

You didn’t question it more, you respected the decision so thats exactly why you’re here. Watching and listening attentively to what your boyfriend has to say. It makes you happy seeing how much he has grown more comfortable towards you towards the years.

“And when I was 8 I remember my folks always gave me free range to use my technique whenever to practice, but boy they regretted after an hour because I—-baby.”

Without noticing your eyes blinked back at him as if you began to come back to reality again, Gojo seen the relaxed look you given him as he spoke, how your eyes were on his, but he just knew you—

“‘ not even listeninggguhhhh.”

Putting your thumbs on his pouty bottom lip, they’re so soft you smile at him, it wasn’t really something you’d expect to say to him, but his pretty big smile, his deepened dimples, everything about him caught you in a moment of venerability you just decided to softly speak at him;

“I love you.”

…just like that it was a pause.

It just slipped off the tongue. You meant it, but finally saying it out loud was a bit of a shock to not just you, but more Satoru. He had an unreadable look on his face, almost as if he didn’t catch what you said, but he definitely did. He couldn’t miss the way his body tensed up hearing those three words.

“What?”

Gojo didn’t say anything, almost as if it was a staring contest you rise from his chest to straddle him, “Are you okay?”

You jumped feeling the pads of his thumb dig into the fattiness of your hips, almost as if he were trying to massage you….very painfully. He got up though, placing you down on the couch and walking to the nearest bathroom without saying a word or looking at you. You could’ve sworn he wiped his face momentarily.

“Go—?”

He didn’t mean to, it was almost a reflex. Your words though, kept replaying in his head . He felt a bit silly being so dramatic , ironically but he couldn’t properly process what you said.

“Satoru?” You knock on the door breaking him away from his thoughts, “You okay, papa? I—oh.”

He opened the door, putting back on his eye mask and giving you one of the fakest smiles you ever seen him do.

“What are you doing, you okay?”

“yeah yeah I’m fineeeee. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“W-wait!” You playfully scoff at his eagerness as he pulls you to the front door, “I’m sorry if what I said made you uncomfortable….I know it was sudden and random, but I meant it.”

Gojo turns and exhales, clearing his throat he begins to scratch the back of his head, you can tell he is scrambling for words so you continue; “I do love you Satoru. A lot. I think I always have since we were younger, but I don’t know…today made me realize I should verbalize it.”

He wants to speak, but for one of the first times you left him wanting to just listen to you. Honestly you took advantage of it because who knows when you’ll be able to get him this quiet.

“I love your smile, I love your laugh, I love the way you explain things, I love the way you are, I love the way you care, I love how you can get on my nerves.” You ends the last part with a giggle making him finally chuckle with you, and he brings you closer to his chest. “I love you, Satoru. You are an amazing person and I am very blessed to have you as not only a friend but a partner.”

It was all too much, he felt overwhelmed he had to lift his mask to wipe the tears welling on the side of his eyes, he chuckles again, the free hand on your waist tightening, “Well damn if I didn’t know better I’d think you have a crush on me.”

You laugh, “Maybeeee…..Now. “ You smooch his cheek before grabbing your phone, “Let’s go get some food—-“

You tried walking past him towards the door but he grabs you from behind to hug you close, you can hear his shallow breaths in your ear. You’re used to his tight squeezes from behind but this one was firm. Almost as if he let you go you’ll fly away.

“Say it again.”

You smirk, his voice quivering but trying to be masked by a fake pouting tone, “I love you, Satoru.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again, but in Spanish.”

“Oh brother.”

“C’mon you sound hot when speaking Spanish.”

“Te amaré para siempre, Satoru…”

If words could explain how he felt right now with you, the closeted would be a weight being lifted off his shoulders. For a moment he no longer was Gojo the strongest sorcerer, he was Satoru.

Just Satoru.

Something he wanted to be for a long time, and now you are helping him take the first step into that.

You inhale his scent; mint, expensive cologne and his natural musky smell you love so much and rub his head as he is still buried in your neck. You turn to face him and grab his cheeks, almost hesitantly to cup them because you weren’t sure if he’d left you see him cry. Though you felt your shoulder dampen.

However he let you, his big blue eyes surrounded by a tint of pink, he tried laughing it off and he actually broke eyes contact with you, “I …um…heh..fuck—“

You knew what he was trying to say but you don’t force him, instead you place your lips on his, you felt him exhale, his body relaxing in your touch, “I know, Satoru. I know.”

Gojo couldn’t properly register why he was so overwhelmed with whatever he is feeling right now but he wouldn’t trade this feeling in the world. He honestly wanted to replay the moment you said you loved him on repeat all day.

Later that day you both go out and have your own last minute date for the evening, he wanted so badly to tell you he loves you back by trying to incorporate more of the word “love “ in his vocabulary, by saying things like “I know you LOVE this.” Or “Wouldnt you LOVE for me to take you here.” but it was hard and he sounded silly.

Satoru wanted so badly to tell you he doesn’t just love you, but he has fallen IN love with you.

Gojo finally found just one more person that gave him something he didn’t realize he needed;

To feel human.

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nicolovesutoo · 1 year ago

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Kuroo x Daisho - GHOSTFACE

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Themes: Halloween, Ghostface Kuroo, “final girl” Daishou, established relationship

FLUFF: 1,288⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩

Daisho shiered as chills ran down his back, it was Halloween night and it was cold as hell. The Nohebi team had decided to go trick-or-treating to build morale but it got boring quickly. Some wanted to hit up the party that Aoba Johsai was throwing and some wanted to catch the last train to Shiratorizawa Academy’s party.

“Why don’t we split up? So everyone gets what they want.” Kuguri suggested as he adjusted his letterman jacket. Coincidentally the entire group agreed to go their separate ways which is how Daisho ended up walking home.

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He wore his volleyball uniform for his Halloween costume, his green and white windbreaker being the only source of warmth for him. His parents were on a trip and wouldn’t be back for a week, meaning he had the house to himself for a while. Blowing his bang out of the view of his eye, he admired the decorations in his neighborhood. There were carved pumpkins on people’s doorsteps but people were going inside for the night it seemed, as there wasn’t anybody on their doorsteps and no kids trick or treating. Lights were turned off and music was lowered to be barely audible.

He sighed and entered through his door, noticing that his lights were on. He didn’t remember leaving them on but he assumed that maybe he forgot, he was like that. Going to the kitchen, he took off his windbreaker to embrace the warmth of his A/C and opened the fridge. He took out his leftover steak and fries and placed it into the microwave to warm up but before he could press the buttons, his phone rang. It was an unknown number so assuming it was spam, he ignored it and heated up his food.

The calls didn’t end there, whoever was calling was relentless and it annoyed him to no end.

“Hello??” He said, finally answering the phone. There was silence before heavy breathing on the other line, which creeped him out. He was about to hang up the phone when the person spoke, they had the type of voice you would hear on the radio.

“Do you like scary movies?”

Daisho rolled his eyes, “What's the point? They're all the same. Some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can't act and who is always running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door. It's insulting.”

The person on the other line laughed and clicked his tongue, “Are you alone in the house?”

“...Who are you?”

“The question isn’t, who am I? The question is, where am I?”

Daisho’s grip around his phone tightened as if he were going to use it as a brick to throw at the person. He grabbed a knife from his counter before dimming the lights.

“So where are you?” He asked as he observed the hallway.

“On your front porch.” Daisho walked to his front porch and looked through the peephole. Not seeing anyone.

“You’re a liar, no one’s there.” Daisho laughed and was about to hang up the phone but it was as if the person could sense it.

“Don’t you dare hang up.”

Daisho scoffed and put the phone on speaker, “What’re you going to do if I do?”

“Don’t test me, Daisho.” He hung up the phone.

He laughed at the man and placed his phone on the kitchen island. “What an idiot.” He was thinking that the man could be one of his friends pranking him for not cleaning up the volleyballs during practice. He put the knife back into the drawer before turning to the window near the back door, seeing a shadow quickly disappear.

His blood ran cold and in an attempt to save himself, he shut off the lights completely. This caused the backdoor lights to turn on and reveal a tall man dressed in a Ghostface costume, tilting his head and holding a knife. He was glad that thanks to the glass, the man couldn’t see him but he knew he was staring. Daisho bolted upstairs, almost tripping over his own feet, and hid under his bed.

He covered his mouth to hide his gasp when he heard the backdoor open, the alarm going off. But the man turned off the alarm, it had to be someone Daisho knew and had around a lot. Why would someone he loved try to kill him? On Halloween of all days? He closed his eyes as the person hummed throughout the house, tapping his knife on the surfaces he passed by. It was as if he was taunting him, wanting Daisho to try and fight him off.

But Daisho wasn’t that stupid, he knew it would be useless to try and fight off the maniac. God he wished he would’ve gone to one of those parties, then he wouldn’t be in this situation.

The lights flickered on and off in the hallway, being triggered by movement. The man was walking, pausing, and then walking again. He was giving him time. For what exactly? He didn’t know but it was killing him faster than the knife would have. He approached his bedroom, opened the large door, and stepped onto Daisho’s hardwood floors. The man wore combat boots that looked freshly bought, no scuff marks or anything to identify him with.

“Daishooo..” The man called to him, walking slowly around his room. “I know you’re here~”

He kept quiet and prayed for this to be quick, for this to be over with already. Suddenly, the man dropped down and peered at Daisho. “GOT YOU!”

Daisho screamed and kicked the man in his stomach, scrambling to get from under his bed. “You fucking creep!” He shouted, running from his bedroom and jumping down the stairs. The man followed close behind, chasing after Daisho like he was a piece of meat.

He outstretched his hands to attempt to grab a knife from the drawer but the man pulled him back, pressing him against the kitchen island.

He kicked and screamed but the man just laughed, “Get the hell off of me!” The man paid him no mind and slowly took off his mask.

Daisho looked back and saw him… Kuroo. His boyfriend.

“Kuroo?? What the hell?!” He screamed at him as his boyfriend slowly released him.

“You should be more careful darling. If I was a real murderer you would’ve been dead now.” He smirked and placed the mask on the kitchen island.

Daisho punched his chest, glaring up at him, “You Rooster-haired bastard! I thought I was going to die!”

Kuroo shrugged and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, “But you didn't, right? Aren’t I the best boyfriend in the world?”

He was going to take this as his apology but he wanted to see him beg a bit. “Absolutely not, you sicko.” He huffed and crossed his arms, looking away from him.

“Come on baby, you know you can’t stay mad at me.” Kuroo kissed his cheek, “You look nice tonight.”

Daisho rolled his eyes and looked away from him, “You ruined my dinner.”

“Then I’ll order something for you, you know I got you.” Daisho slapped his chest at that and his boyfriend's laugh echoed through the house.

“God, he’s such an idiot,” Daisho thought to himself as he grabbed Kuroo by the collar and smashed his lips against his.

#haikyuu #anime #kuroo x daishou #daishou suguru #kuroo tetsurou #nekoma #nohebi #ghostface #halloween #gay #mlm #high school #volleyball

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nicolovesutoo · 1 year ago

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Hermione x Draco - BABY DADDY

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After graduating from Hogwarts, Hermione and Draco’s relationship had grown to one of love. Surprisingly, his parents adored Hermione and invited her to everything. He would buy things for her, showering her with gifts that she didn’t even ask for. They even went to the same college because he couldn’t stand being away from her for long. She was studying to become the Minister of Magic and he was studying to become the Potions Master, basically the Potions professor at Hogwarts. He wanted to do it in honor of Snape.

Hermione facetimed Ron and Harry at night since they were at a different college from her, deciding to continue down the path of magic as well. But this would all come crashing down on January 1st, New Year’s.

She had come to Draco’s apartment since she didn’t see him the last night for New Year’s Eve. She knocked on the door incessantly before she used her key to open the door. It opened slowly and the apartment looked like it always did but things were missing, Draco’s things. Hermione called his phone and it went straight to voicemail, there was no answer. Her mind went to the worst so she called Blaze to ask him if he knew anything. Blaze didn’t know anything and neither did Pansy, which was surprising since those three were as thick as thieves.

She felt sick to her stomach as Draco had never done anything like this before. She left the apartment, locking it behind her and taking the subway back to her apartment. The reason she came to his apartment was to tell him that she was pregnant, they had been planning this since Draco had straightened out his life and they were both on the path to success.

But Hermione decided that she would raise the baby alone, that no matter what happened to Draco she still had a piece of him to remember him. His child. Ever since that New Year’s encounter, it had been officially 4 years since she had seen Draco. She had graduated college and was the Minister of Magic for 2 years running. Their child, Lavinia, was now 4 and she was thriving. She was at the top of her pre-k class and Hermione had this mother thing down to a science.

She would wake up, feed Lavinia, let her watch cartoons before she took her shower and brushed her teeth, get changed for work, do her hair, do Lavinia’s hair and help her change, and then leave the house to drop her off at school before driving to work. It was an especially busy day as another office was trying to pass a law that would allow Muggles to enter the magic world on a special visa. There was some pushback for this, the magic world, however progressive they had become in these future years, some were still set in their old ways.

Hermione went to her office and opened her computer, writing down some ways to possibly enact these laws. Harry and Ron had entered her office as while Harry worked for her, Ron decided to enter the family business with his brother but he would visit the office sometimes.

“What’re we doing for game night tonight?” Ron asked, sitting on her desk. Hermione rolled her eyes and leaned back into her chair, folding her arms.

“I suggested we play Clue but Harry said that it was ‘too boring’.” Harry nudged her shoulder and rolled his eyes, “We’ve played that game a million times and I’m starting to think Ginny thinks it’s boring.” In Hermione’s eyes, Harry was the example of what she thought a husband should be, caring, and attentive, which is what Draco was like before he disappeared.

“Well, Lavinia is going to be with Pansy and Blaise for the night so how about we order in and all watch a movie instead?” Hermione suggested, checking a law off in her notebook. Harry and Ron nodded in agreement, shaking their hands to seal it. She thought they were ridiculous but they were her best friends, what could she do?

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After work, Hermione had officially passed 2 new laws. One that stated muggles had to take a test to enter the magic world which was basic magic knowledge and they would be accompanied by a magic official if they were chosen. Another one was that the professors of magic would receive an annual bonus and a pay raise, for their hard work. She felt exhausted but straightened up and drove to Lavinia’s preschool, checking in to pick her up.

When Lavinia was in her car seat, she drove to Pansy and Blaise’s house. They lived in a simple brown two-story with a pool in their backyard, they had done good for themselves after college. Pulling up to the house, she noticed something strange, instead of there being 2 cars in the driveway, there were 3.

“Maybe they have a visitor,” She thought to herself. She had trusted Pansy and Blaise since they were the closest to Draco and they had changed after high school, causing her to grow closer to them.

She took Lavinia out of her seat and went to the front door, ringing the doorbell. Pansy opened the door and cooed when she saw her niece.

“Aww, Lavinia!” She cooed, picking up the little girl. “Good afternoon, Hermione. How was work?”

“It was okay, Lavinia was very excited to come over today,” She answered with a smile. But she heard a familiar voice coming from their house, one that was responding to Blaise’s question, it was Draco’s.

“Who was that?” Hermione asked, trying to peek over the 5’7 woman. Pansy was obviously trying to hide something and kept telling her that it was nothing. But it obviously was something when she saw Draco coming up from behind her. Hermione’s eyes widened and she immediately took Lavinia back.

“Hermione–”

“Absolutely not,” Hermione said walking back to her car. Pansy stood at the doorway while Draco followed after her. He looked exactly like he did in college, but this time he was dressed in a black and green suit, his hair combed over.

She was attempting to put Lavinia in her car seat when Draco grabbed her arm and begged her to listen to him.

“Hermione, please, you have to listen to me!” He tried to persuade her, his 6’0 stature towering over her 5’5 self. She looked up at him in pure shock, pushing his hands off of her and shutting the car door.

“What is there left to say? You abandoned me! You blocked me and didn’t even try to contact me! I thought your ass hated me!” She shouted at him. He knew he deserved the yelling, the cursing, the screaming, but it hurt coming from her.

“I know that but it wasn’t my decision. I had to leave you, I was holding you back!” He proclaimed, which made Hermione look at him funny. “You had dreams of becoming the Minister of Magic meanwhile the best I could do was become a damned Potions Master. You had big dreams and I felt that I was standing in between you and those dreams..”

She slapped him and pinched his cheek, as if she was his mother, “You’re an idiot, a complete fool! I didn’t care what you were going to become, as long as you were by my side!”

His eyes watered and he slowly went to his knees, tugging her pants. He was desperate, he wanted her back, and he wanted to be in their child’s life. He had recently come back from working in America as their Hogwarts Potion Master, somewhere where no one knew of his past. He had come back to try to apologize to Hermione but Pansy and Blaise accidentally let it slip that he had a child and that’s when he knew that he didn’t just have to make it up to her, but also their child.

“Please, Hermione… I can make this right with time.. Just give me a chance..” He didn’t dare look her in her eyes, afraid of what she would say. She looked back at their child from the window and then back at Draco, when did he become so pitiful?

“One day, with both me and Lavinia.” She conceded, her voice hard as stone. “And if you mess up, then God so help me–”

“Yes! Yes! I understand completely!” He vowed, standing to his feet and hugging her tightly. “I’ll get your number from Pansy and we can set this whole thing up, right?”

She nodded, “Yes, we will.” Draco had a smile on his face as he nodded eagerly and thanked Hermione profusely.

He watched her get in her car and drive off, waving until she was out of sight. Hermione hoped that she wouldn’t regret this.

#harrypotter #ron weasley #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hermione x draco #pansy parkinson #blaise zabini #pansy x blaise #magic #shipping #hogwarts

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Satoru x Suguru - STARBOY

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Themes: Meeting at a nightclub, bartender Suguru and rich boy Satoru, love at first sight

FLUFF: 1,023 words ⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩

Suguru was a simple man with a simple routine: Shower, Eat breakfast, Attend college classes, Finish homework, and then Go to work. He has had this routine for over 2 years, it was ingrained in him. He was the type of person who needed a schedule, he couldn’t function without one. Working at Club STARLIGHT wasn’t on his bucket list, but it paid well. His friend got him the job after hearing him vent about his asshole manager at the last bar he worked at. At this job though, Suguru could wear what he wanted as long as it was all black and his hours were flexible.

Tonight at STARLIGHT, though, made him take multiple shots of espresso to the head. He had been up since 9 AM to finish a class project and went to work at noon… it was now 10 PM. He was covering a shift for Shoko because she had night classes and had covered his shift last week because he was sick. His least favorite thing to pour was beer, mostly because of the strong smell that it produced.

Dressed in black button-down and blue jeans, he poured a beer for a female patron before cleaning a wine glass. The music was blaring and the DJ was shit tonight, he looked like he was pretending to know what he was spinning. The remixes made no sense, like, “Who mixes ‘Blue’ and ‘Despacito’??” He thought, rolling his eyes and yawning before drying the wine glass. The theme for the night was ‘Christmas in São Paulo’, but he didn’t understand it either. The vote on the theme was held by his coworkers at 4 PM on Wednesday like clockwork. He tied his long black hair into a ponytail and listened to other people’s conversations.

A certain man caught his eye though, he stood out like a sore thumb but in a good way. His white hair was messy and he was dressed in a blue dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up, black pants, and black dress shoes. He was laughing and chatting it up with the other male patrons that Suguru had seen around more than once. These men spent a lot of money in one night; their checks usually racked up to $600+. They were important businessmen who, when they were drunk enough, wanted to buy a little bit more than just a drink. But Suguru always declined and called a cab for the men, even when they weren’t bothering him.

The man with the white hair and pale skin approached the bar, sitting right in front of him. He had an expensive watch on his right arm and his tinted round glasses barely covered his bright blue eyes. The man had the smile of an angel but the appearance of a sly devil. He spoke gently to Suguru, the man was sober.

“Hi there, Mr..?” He asked, gesturing towards Suguru. They didn’t wear name tags here.

“My name is Suguru.” He answered, coming closer to the bar and leaning over to talk to the man. Surprisingly they were of equal height. “What can I do for you?”

The man looked him up and down before flashing a smile and lowering his glasses, “Well my name is Satoru, and can you make me a Hennessy on the rocks?”

Suguru nodded and turned away from him, going to make the drink. Usually, Suguru would be the one making the conversation with the patron but Satoru carried it. He talked all about his job working at this fashion company named, ‘KAIZEN.CO’, how he was the future CEO because of his father.

Suguru didn’t come from a rich family like Satoru did. Sure they were well off but not designer well off. When he handed him the drink the man’s hand lingered on his for a bit, longer than needed, before taking away the drink. Satoru took a sip from the drink and gave him a thumbs up, signaling that he did a good job. He handed him the check, the drink coming out to $20. He paid in cash, placing down a $100 bill and telling Suguru that it was his tip before winking. He wrote something down on the check before walking away to his buddies, a man with blonde hair and another with brown hair.

Suguru raised an eyebrow before picking up the check and reading what the man had written. He had written his number and told him to ‘Call him <;’. He scoffed before sticking the receipt in his back pocket and finishing his job.

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He went home at midnight, completing a 12-hour shift, and was ready to pass out. When he lay on his bed, however, he sighed and thought about the man who took an interest in him. Without consulting his friends, he took the receipt out of his back pocket and dialed the man’s number into his phone. He put it on speaker and waited anxiously for him to answer, his heart dropping a bit while it rang.

When he answered the phone, his voice sounded groggy, as if he had just woken up, “Hello..? Who’s this?” He asked with a yawn.

Suguru hesitated before speaking into the phone, “It’s Suguru, the man you asked to call you..”

He could hear the man scrambling around, knocking some things over while cursing under his breath. He heard something ‘click’ before Satoru spoke again, “I was hoping you would call! If you aren’t busy tomorrow, well today, I was wondering if you wanted to go get a coffee or something.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” Suguru asked, laughing a bit while the man on the other line scrambled for words.

“W-Well yeah! If that’s what you want to call it, I mean you don’t have to that’s totally chill, like we can keep talking–”

“There’s this nice cafe on 5th street named ‘ANGELS’. Meet me there at 10 AM?” He asked him, ending the rambling.

He felt him smiling on the other end before answering, “Yes, I’d love to.”

“See you then.” He said before hanging up the phone and telling him goodnight.

(I'm also on AO3: ily__nico)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jjk geto #geto suguru #not beta read #bartender #fanfic #mlm

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nicolovesutoo · 1 year ago

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Me when I hit that Creative high at 1.00 am in the morning and come up with the greatest story ever conceived...

And then... by the time I wake up... I've FORGOTTEN ALL OF IT.

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Hazbin Hotel, Saturn

⌞ EXPLANATION ⌝

I sing this song while walking by the edge of Heaven in which I assume that I’m alone but I’m not (Lucifer is watching me). This completely contrasts “victory” as it’s me condemning heaven as I feel like it’s my own personal hell, I feel that I would be better somewhere else than in heaven. As an Angel and seeing other Angels’s actions, especially Adam, I begin to question if Heaven has any point if you can be the meanest person and still stay in the sky

⌞STORY ⌝

In the ethereal realm of Heaven, where celestial harmonies resonated through golden clouds, that was where I lived. My voice, a gift from the divine, echoed through the celestial city, captivating the angels with its celestial melodies. My ethereal beauty and radiant wings made me a favorite among the heavenly hosts.

One day, as I stood on the outskirts of the heavenly choir, I found myself lost in contemplation. The celestial melodies that were once filled with joy now sparked a seed of doubt within my heart. My thoughts began to drift into uncharted territories, questioning the very ideologies that had defined my existence.

"Is this all there is to eternity?" I pondered, my gaze fixed on the shimmering gates of Heaven. My once unwavering faith now wavered, like a flickering flame in a gentle breeze. I questioned the perfection of a world where dissent was forbidden and curiosity was considered rebellion.

As the heavenly choirs sang in unison, my inner dialogue intensified. "Why must we conform to these eternal hymns? Are we not beings capable of growth and change?" The celestial notes surrounding me seemed to transform into dissonant chords, reflecting the discord brewing within my soul.

“If there's another universe, please make some noise. Give me a sign, this can’t be life..” I sang to myself as I walked through the secluded area of Heaven, somewhere only 2 people knew about. Me and Lucifer.

“If there’s a point to losing love, repeating pain. It’s all the same, I hate this place.” Hyacinths bloomed at my feet as my mind was corrupted with images of me and Lucifer enjoying our time together, not knowing that it was limited.

“Stuck in this paradigm, don't believe in paradise,” I almost tripped over a broken and decaying branch as I scoffed, “This must be what Hell is like. There's got to be more, got to be more..”

I clutched my head as I sat on a log, the bees buzzing around me as they smelled my sweet perfume, “Sick of this head of mine. Intrusive thoughts, they paralyze. Nirvana's not as advertised. There's got to be more, been here before.”

I continued as I danced around the secluded area. It was the only imperfect part of Heaven because it was angel-made. Made by Lucifer.. for me..

I ended up laying my back against the soft grass, clutching my chest as I sighed, “I'll be better on Saturn… None of this matters, dreaming of Saturn..” I outstretched my hand to the sky before balling it into a fist and closing my eyes.

In my quest for understanding, I sought out the wisest angels and scholars of Heaven. Yet, the answers I received only fueled my internal turmoil. The heavenly authorities dismissed my inquiries, urging me to embrace the divine order without question.

My wings, which were once a symbol of my purity, now felt heavy with the weight of my doubts. One night, under the star-studded celestial sky, I spread my wings and soared to the highest reaches of Heaven. Alone in the quiet expanse, I whispered my innermost thoughts to the cosmos.

"I long for a world where individuality is celebrated, where questions lead to growth, not condemnation. Is that too much to ask?"

The cosmos remained silent, and I realized that the only path to freedom lay beyond the celestial gates. As I descended from the heavens, the divine melodies faded, replaced by the distant echoes of my own heart.

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Hazbin Hotel, Victory

(These songs will be in order of when they're shown in the show)

⌞ EXPLANATION ⌝ As the first Gospel singer created by God, I was created as a way to boost his ego by hearing the praises of his disciples. I performed this with my heavenly band every other day in the center of Heaven. It gathered a crowd because the new angels wanted to meet the original gospel singer and it became one of my best performance songs.

⌞ STORY ⌝

I stood on top of the platform, inhaling and exhaling deep breaths. There were more angels than usual and I was essentially shaking in my boots. My bandmate, Adilyn, smiled at me as if to reassure me of our abilities and I took it to heart.

When the music began, I felt a smile gracing my face. It was practiced and perfect, I hoped it was after a millennium of existence. The sounds of the cheers from the crowd amplified my powers, my blue skin shone under the stage lights.

“I've got, got the victory

I've got the sweet, sweet victory in Jesus

Yes I do

He is a mighty conqueror

In him, I will trust all my battles he'll fight

I've got, got the victory

I've got the sweet, sweet victory in Jesus

For me, he died but he rose on the third day

That's why I have true victory every day,” The backup singers began before I came in.

“Truly I've been through the storm and rain

I know everything about heartache and pain

But God carried me through it all

Without his protection, I would surely fall.

I've been broke, without a dime to my name

But all my bills got paid

Because I called on Jesus' name!

You can't tell me that God isn't real,

'Cause I've got the victory

And that's why I'm still here!” My voice echoed throughout all of Heaven as I sang. I swayed with the music as I felt it fill my senses, this was my calling, my destiny. My dress sparkled under the bright lights as my hair floated in the air. The angels cheered and sang along, many had heard the song before.

When the song was over I bowed and waved to everyone, and they reciprocated the gesture. The curtain closed and I fell to my butt, feeling my energy draining and the light leaving me. Singing being my power drained my energy like no other, it took people to another realm based on my lyrics and this was an extremely tiring song. My bandmates were used to it so they left me alone, going about their daily duties. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair as I stood up, walking off of the platform.

I was bombarded by fans who wanted either my autograph, a picture, or to just speak to me. It was overwhelming as I made my way through the crowd, smiling as I essentially ignored them.

Entering the doors of my home, I sighed as I draped myself on my couch. My hair was wildly over my face and I groaned when I felt the heavy weight of my dragon on my stomach.

It was a long day.

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