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Sunday thought of the day:

Sunday doesn’t scare easily.

Completely unfazed by horror films. You’ll be covering your eyes and ears during intense scenes, absolutely mortified— but Sunday is calm. He looks so… unbothered. It makes you wonder if he’s even paying attention.

If something strange and unexplainable happens around the house he just ignores it. Doors are opening on their own? There’s probably a window open somewhere; a draft must be coming in. Items disappearing and reappearing in different places? Perhaps he’s becoming forgetful… probably because he’s so tired from work. Shadows out of the corner of his eye? Okay… he must be REALLY tired from work.

You hide around a corner and jump out at him, and he doesn’t even flinch. He just laughs when you sulk, kisses the crown of your head, and says, “Maybe next time.”

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Sunday is so beautiful… like,,, oh my goodness…

He’s caught you staring a few times, though he’s gracious enough to spare your dignity and not comment on it. He just smiles— brought on by a mix of flattery and joy in the fact that his lover finds him so attractive. You can tell that he’s pleased because his wings fluff up.

Regardless, he ends up going back to what he was previously doing… keenly aware of your eyes on him.

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Sunday is the type to

hold the door open for you

pull your chair out

open the car door for you

blow on your food if it's too hot

taste a drink if you say it tastes bad and then proceeds to get a new one for you

will kiss any and all bruises and cuts you get

will dote on you if you have a bad day

will place a hand on your lower back to guide you along if you're walking together

But most importantly, Sunday is the type who

Doesn't like to share you

Gets antsy if you hang around that shady IPC gambler for too long

Dislikes it when you lose track of time and make him wait for you. (You're quite the airhead, so he worries about you when you drift along in your own dreamland) - but don't worry, he can't stay mad at his forgetful baby for long, he adores you too much!

Must know your whereabouts on Penacony at all times

Speaking of Penacony... you want to leave? You can't. You can't possibly think about leaving Sunday.

But it's ok, even if you want to leave, then Sunday always convinces you to stay. He's just that good at manipulating convincing you!

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HSR Men in Relationships 1.5 (SFW)

Relationship headcanons for Aventurine, Gallagher, and Sunday <3

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Aventurine

❥A relationship with him is a slow-build 

❥Everything is a game to him and he will always win

❥When he meets you he is trying to get you to join in on one of his plans 

❥He sweet-talks you and offers a big payout if you join him but you refuse

❥Usually, he would call it a loss and move on but there was something about you that he couldn’t get out of his head

❥Aventurine knew he had to try again so a few days later he came back to you with a new approach

❥When he saw you again his breath got caught in his throat, his usual cool-headedness was gone, and for the first time in forever he was nervous

❥He didn’t want you to say no to him and he did not want this to be a business interaction

❥Instead, he wanted to know your middle name and how you liked your eggs

❥Looking at you from a distance he caught himself imagining a world where you were with him laughing and holding him 

❥You approaching him pulled him out of this as he now had to face the music

❥To his surprise you had your own business offer, one he couldn’t refuse

❥Since then you two have kept a playful and loving relationship where he treasures you and places you as a priority over any level of money or ICP business

❥You are his reason for living 

Gallagher

❥This man would steal the moon for you

❥You have brought so much light and joy into his life that he wants to find a way to repay you

❥He is a very classic boyfriend, you have not opened a door for yourself since you met him, and you have been given your own supply of his clothes

❥Gallagher takes the best care of you as he views you as an extension of himself 

❥What bothers you bothers him, any issue you have no matter how big or small will be dealt with 

❥Making you as happy as possible is what he aims for and nothing makes him happier than seeing you safe 

❥He’s the type of lover that will see you upset one day and come back with a puppy/kitten

❥ADORES cuddling with you (bonus if the new pet is there too) 

❥He comes home so drained sometimes that being able to enjoy lying with your head on his chest fixes everything

❥At night you like to trace the scars on his arms

❥You have never asked where they came from but you can imagine

❥You coming into his life is the best thing that has ever happened to him, he truly could not see a world where you two were not together

Sunday

❥Life for Sunday has always been very work forward trying to keep up the family’s image at all times

❥When he started to court you he drew out clear boundaries 

❥Never would he put you at risk and you were never to be involved in the family’s business

❥While he wants to share everything with you there are too many secrets that could hurt you so he keeps them to himself

❥With everything Sunday does he looks out for your safety 

❥No matter what is going on he remembers the little things like your favorite type of tea that can only be bought at a tea shop once every season

❥Everything must be perfect and you are perfect to him, he is going to do what what needs to be done to ensure your happiness and safety

❥He does not think you are helpless but why would he ever let anything happen to his love?

❥Sunday really enjoys planning dates with you

❥Any opportunity he can get to shower you in affection he is going to take 

❥Dates with him range from casual and meaningful to highly detailed and elaborate 

❥No matter the location or activity he puts his heart into it making sure you know how he feels about you

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〈 ·.𐙚 ༉‧ 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 〉〈✮⋆˙ᝰ. 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥〉〉〈 ˗ˏˋ ;༊ 2.0 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 ˎˊ˗ 〉

𝘢𝘯: 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐’𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘴𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳

Little, if anything is known about this man in the planet of festivals. If that’s the case, then I doubt anyone would know he’s a relationship. Not even the family knows, only his sister.

You’d be really lucky to score a man like him, it’s canon that he is one of, if not the most handsome man in penacony. Girls would be swooning over him left, right, dreamworld, reality, you name it. You’d have to be a not so jealous person if you wanted to get with him.

Busy. he’s the representative of the family. you’d have to deal with him being away for a long period of time.

I don’t really see him much an affectionate person. His love language would probably be gift giving and acts of service.

Speaking of gift giving, he would be the type of person to buy whatever you were looking at on a store window as a surprise. Like a dress, purse, etc.

He’s not a touchy person. In public he would probably have his pinky intertwined with yours. And in private you’d be lucky to get cuddles from his man. Most of the time he’d just be holding your hand while you both do your own thing.

He’d give you a lot of pecks, mainly on your hands. Yk how a prince greets a princes by kissing her hand, like this. he’d also peck your lips and cheek from time to time, he just liked your hands the most.

When he does kiss you, his lips are the softest thing ever. He kisses you which so much delicacy, he holds your cheek gently. His kisses are slow and not often but worth it.

Calls his partner love(ly), dove, and angel. But he uses angel the most.

This man will keep a ton of secrets from you: about the family, etc etc. basically anything he thinks you don’t need to know. Like Robins death, he probably kept that a secret from you.

He would write poems for you. You cannot tell me, with how he speaks like a 18th century philosopher he would not write the most gorgeous poetry known to penacony. But it’s a secret habit of his, and he never ends up giving you the letters.

He’s not that protective. He knows you can stand up for yourself and therefore he doesn’t need to worry. Though, if you actually need help he would be around to do that.

He doesn’t strike me as the jealous type. He would get a little irritated here and there if a guy is constantly hitting on you. But he knows you’re not interested. How could you be when you scored him?

He’s the type of guy to court someone before getting with them. And he would be courting someone for a long time before officially getting together.

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Sunday would be SUCH a gentle lover<3 he'd tuck his beloved in bed, always ask if they feel cold, and 100% he is into forehead kisses. he's so polite to, sometimes he takes their hand into his so gently, brushing his thumb over their knuckles and gives a small peck, his lips lingering for a second more as he looks at his darling in the eyes. he just loves them so much❣️

Dear, you get me so well.

He's 100% the type to put your needs before his. He rarely raises his voice at you and when he needs to he would rather gently hold your shoulder and pull you closer to him while repeating himself ever so calmly. He'd give you his coat whenever you feel a little chilly outside and when you asked him if he was alright he would just reassure you on how he's fine and how you needed it more.

This man would probably also have a teasing side to him though. Little did you know he just likes seeing you in his clothes. How he would occasionally tickle you with the tips of wings. Nothing severely annoying but enough for you to sometimes give him a taste of his own medicine. And when you do you couldn't help but get why he would endlessly do the same to you. My man would look absolutely adorable with a blush on him.

As off now that's all I have I do deeply apologize since I am very eepy and almost fell asleep writing this BUT FEEL FREE TO DROP ANOTHER REQ THANKYOUUU

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Random Boyfriend Texts w. Gojo

(Pt.2 coming soon because the boy's a MEME. A meme i tell u)

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Happy 20th birthday to me and 33-34ish to geto 🥳

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Gojo’s the kind of guy to put his arm behind the passengers seat when he reverses his car.

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let me tell you, ur in for a TREAT bro. 😭 drop the manga before it’s to late 🙌

JJK IS GETTING CRAZY

SPOILER WARNING !!!!

NON MANGA READERS CLICK AWAY

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I'm currently on chapter 228 of the jujutsu kaisen manga and OH MY GOD.

Firstly, can we talk about whatever is going on with sukuna like??? how can you use both megumi and yuji like that 😔

NEXT the enchain or enchantment. poor yuji is gonna blame himself for this now.

going back a little bit can we discuss how COOL maki is 😍😍 I wanna be her fr.

AND YUTA TOO LIKE BRO WAS COOKING

and I'm loving the new characters like kashimo, kirara, hakari, kurusu and higuruma. their cursed techniques are so cool.

but THANK GOODNESS gojo has been released WOOHOO

I actually screamed when I saw him. I was like, wait, who's this? and then I saw his face properly, and I gasped and screamed and sat there in awe for a good two minutes.

NOW THE FIGHT BETWEEN GOJO AND SUKUNA. like sukuna if u don't get ur prehistoric self out of my boy megumi and stop harassing my guy gojo we're gonna have a problem...

ANYWAY I was happy to see ino alive and well, I'm sad about yuki and tsumiki but it's okay as long as no one else gets killed off.

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH OF A DICK RIDER URAUME IS LIKE HELLO?? sukuna did NOT need you there get out pls

anyways I'll keep you posted can't wait to finish the manga 😋

bye bye my loves!! <3

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you know who would be a good boyfriend?

choso.

that man gives everything for the people he loves, whether it's family or a significant other. he would move heaven and earth to make you happy.

you suddenly want chocolate in the middle of the night? he'll be out the door as soon as you say it and will comb through every store until he finds your favorite brand.

that new book you casually mention wanting to buy? it'll be waiting for you at home when you get from work.

you want cuddles? he'll stay hours in the most uncomfortable position just so that you can snuggle with him and nap comfortably.

birthdays, anniversaries and special days never go forgotten. he always has something planned to surprise you. a romantic dinner, a short trip to enjoy your company in privacy, a handmade gift made with such care and love it could melt your heart.

he's attentive to your needs, and will make sure you always feel loved. not a day goes by without him telling you how gorgeous you are, how amazing you are, how much he loves you.

there's nothing in this world he wouldn't do for you.

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Your boyfriend Choso gives you scary dog privileges!!

wc:..1k!

cw:.. Choso x fem!reader, reader gets harassed by a creep at the bar:(, bad grammar as always. this is literally just me barfing up an idea because i love the idea of choso protecting reader from weirdos!!

Along with his resting bitch face, his tall stature makes strangers shiver. Whether that be in a bar, out on a nighttime walk, or in the city. Aslong as Choso is not even two paces away from you you're practically untouchable!

Its amazing, ofcourse, he keeps away weirdos with just a glare, sending them running in the opposite direction. You think that's fantastic obviously!! You'll have no need to invest in self defense classes when Choso is around you 24/7! Well, he can't be around you all the time...

You were sat on the high stool of the bar, waiting for your boyfriend to come back from the bathroom. Specifically he placed his black bomber jacket on the seat beside you to silently let it be known to anyone who even thought of approaching you that there was already someone sitting there.

You sat twirling the cocktail drink with the little paper umbrella your bartender had given to you in the meantime while you wait for your lovely boyfriend to return.

It was a rare night for you both. Usually, nights like this were spent on the couch together, while you scratched his scalp softly like a (not so) little puppy. Well, he was your puppy afterall!!

As you sat daydreaming innocently about your sweet boyfriend to distract yourself from the bustling atmosphere of the bar, a particularly tragic attempt at a suave voice made itself known beside you.

"Hello, cutie~" A waft of alcohol hit your face like a brick, originating where the voice came from.

It was a drunk guy, leaning on the table beside you. His eyes hung low, shamelessly checking you out, and his hair was a greasy bird's-nest. You almost gagged at how fucking badly he smelled.

"What're you doin' here all by yourself?" He slurred, a burp following suit as he moved closer to you. "Shouldn't a woman like you be in my bed? hmmmm?" And jesus fucking christ, you wished your boyfriend would hurry up in that damn washroom.

"I uh.. im here with my boyfriend." You reply with a deadpan, slightly leaning away from the man who was inches away from your face.

"What boyfriend, baby?" He cackled "I don't see no man with you..hmmmm?" And you swear you could puke just from how putrid his breath was.

His filthy hands come in contact with a lock of your hair, and he inched impossibly closer to you, whispering. "Me, you, my bed, tonight. How does that sound?"

"No. I- Choso, there you are!" You smiled, catching eyes of your boyfriend making his way through the crowds that separated like the red sea infront of him- some people marvelling at how intimidating he was, and some cowering.

A small smile resonated on his features before he caught eyes of the creep right beside you. He saw the nervousness in your eyes and knew immediately that you did not know this guy.

The smile dropped immediately, as he locked eyes with the creep beside you.

He stood just a foot away from the stranger, as he let go of your hair and stared up at your-quite frankly-terrifying boyfriend, gulping audibly. You saw a drop of sweat fall down his forehead.

"Thats my seat." His voice, usually softer in tone, dropped an octave as he subconsciously grit his teeth infront of the man. You watched along like a giddy child on christmas day opening their gifts.

"...i-"

"Beside my girlfriend." He stated plainly, venom laced through his words. Now you could see why strangers cowered under the gaze of your other half.

The creep could quite obviously be seen scrambling around his empty head for an explanation to your boyfriend. You held back a snicker and took a gulp of your drink.

"Get out of here. Never approach her again." Shaking his head, your boyfriends eyebrows furrowed.

The man nodded haphazardly and scuffled swiftly away into the dense crowd to get far, far away from Choso. After his sharp eyes followed the man making his way out of the bar, he finally sat beside you awkwardly. You couldn't stifle the giggle in your throat any longer and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

He looked down to you, a small sigh leaves his lips.

"Im s-"

"Choso, dont apologize" Predicting exactly what he was gonna say. choso was a softie at heart, and knowing him, you knew he was gonna blame it on himself- even though he wasn't there.

"But I wasn't there, so its my fault." aaand there he goes! You roll your eyes in response with a smile, classic Choso.

"Its not your fault, Cho. I promise you. I could feel someone was eyeing me up for a while, I guess he was just waiting for you to leave."

Your eyes met his, and he looked a little bashful. he always looked bashful when your eyes met.

"Hes a scumbag." He spat quietly, looking away from you. A laugh erupted from your chest, making him smile. You always made him smile. Your manicured hand rested beside his on the wooden table.

His shoulders slumped a little and he nodded. It seems you guys wont be going to the bar anytime soon, instead opting to spend now 100% of your nights curled up on the couch together, where no creeps could harass you!

"Al..alright then, i believe you." Were the words that leaves his lips, his larger pinky finger wrapping around yours for mutual comfort.

Fascinating, really, how your boyfriend barely has to say a couple of words and hes sent a creep running out of the door. If only everyone knew him like you did- for what he really was.

It doesnt bother him at all, actually. he likes it. He finds a sense of pride in it, being able to protect you from any unwanted attention without having to lift a finger. He feels content devoting himself to loving and protecting you.

And if he had a say in it, he'd continue doing both for forever, for you.♡

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YOU ALWAYS HAD ME — synopsis: what would you do if your hot best friend agreed to fake date you to make your ex-boyfriend jealous? will it ruin your friendship or will it prevail into something more?

⤿ [ 11 ] timestamps do not matter.

One of your favourite things you did growing up to find solace outside of your rowdy home was sitting by the porch, drinking in the starry night above you. Usually, you had company; your Persian cat, Kiki who has found herself a new owner; Gojo Satoru.

“What’s going on that pretty little head of yours?” Your thoughts, are instantly broken by the low yet smoky voice of the man you were falling in love with. — your best friend, your fake boyfriend.

“Nothing”

“Lies. I’ve been searching everywhere for you but then your kind mother told me this is your favourite spot.” You felt the plank beneath you creak and found yourself a new company.

“You were looking for me?” Your voice came out barely a whisper.

Tucking away the strands of hair behind your ear, “Yeah?.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

So did the clock.

10 minutes till Midnight.

“Can we end this, Satoru?”

“What?”

"You heard me."

"So that’s on your mind? Is that why you invited me here? To break up with me in front of your family's porch? Or did Toji text you back? I-"

"Satoru, do you want to know what I dislike about you?"

"If it's me stealing your chocolates, I'm sorry. Please don't end this"

You cupped his face, the warmth from the contact of your hands and his face kept you alive. He looks so cute with his face being squashed. His bright blue eyes on you, pouting.

"Wrong. I don't like it when you cut me off and you’re so dramatic ‘toru! Toji hasn’t texted me since forever! But it doesn’t matter anyway because I love you."

His pout, was instantly replaced with a smile like a kid who got candy from his mother.

"Then will you shut me up by kissing m-"

You threw your body weight on him, snaking your arms around his neck, playing with the underside of his undercut. It's so hot. Supposedly a small fleeting kiss immediately turned into a passionate heated kiss, outside your family's porch.

You gasped in surprise at the sensation of his hands tucking underneath your shirt, pinching your skin.

The kiss that breaks apart, left you both catching for air.

Removing his hands that previously rested under your shirt, sliding in your palms, stroking your hands with his thumb.

"You're so cute. I like the taste of your lips on mine. And I love you too, YN. Always have been, ever since high school. We grew up together so technically, I watched you grow up heh. Watching you have your first boyfriend broke my heart, but if that was the price for me to pay seeing you so happy, I'd gladly break my heart a thousand times over. But a part of me wished it was me who made you smile. So when he broke your heart, it was as if the whole world just crashed on me. You, out of everyone deserve so much love."

Like as if that wasn't enough to tug your heartstrings,

"YN, can I be your boyfriend? I'll love you with everything that I have, I promise."

“Here’s a pen for you baby”

“What for?”

“Hmm? To tick off the the rest of your checklist sweetheart”

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thinkin about princess bf gojo

loves pet names baths together accidentally romantic always touching in the car makes u drive so he can be the passenger princess bonus: he orders the starbucks on his phone whines when u pull away first from cuddling gets warm when u kiss him wears a sleep mask every single night does the face mask with you sometimes compliment each other's outfits/bodies

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〈 ·.𐙚 ༉‧ 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 〉〈✮⋆˙ᝰ.ᐟ 𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 〉〈 ˗ˏˋ ;༊ 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 ˎˊ˗ 〉

𝘢𝘯: 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 !! 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝑫𝑵𝑰:𝑩𝒀𝑭 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨

“To know” or “understand”, is what his name means. Suguru told that to him several times, but for an unspecified reason, he just didn’t understand.

why didn’t he? The meaning is simple, but for some reason it was so unnecessary complicated.

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It’s been a couple months since the passing of one of your friends, suguru geto. Even if satoru didn’t show it, he was at his lowest right now. The loss of his best friend: by his own hands.

you were there, just as you and shoko have always been. Satoru didn’t dare show vulnerability around his students, but you were a different case. Although he refused to cry literal tears, it was still acceptable.

“do you think he could’ve ended up on our side, [name]?” He asked, rested on the couch in your apartment. His legs crossed as his hand constantly ran through his pristine white, reminiscent of freshly fallen snow hair.

“I don’t know satoru, I really don’t.” You responded, a gentle tone as you carefully thought out each sentence. You weren’t going to lie to him, but you didn’t want to tell him the truth; you both knew his opinions on non-sorcerers wouldn’t have changed.

“damn” Satoru whispered, taking off his blindfold as he once again ran his hair through his fingers. Finding some sort of comfort in that action.

“This really sucks, [name]” Satoru groaned, leaning back into the couch. He took your hand in his, gently squeezing it; then started fiddling with your jewelry.

“I don’t understand why he changed his mind, you know?” Satoru whispered, he had a hint of regret in his tone. maybe if he had seen it sooner.

“you can’t change fate, but you can change the outcome of fate.” you responded. “Suguru’s fate was his opinion on non-sorcerers, eventually causing his death. But you can change the outcome, the effect. I don’t know how you can do that, but you can, satoru.” you hushed softly.

“people say I’m the strongest, but what’s the point if I can’t even protect suguru.”

“It was his definitely , similarly stated—his fate, destiny..” You spoke in an attempt to comfort him. “me and shoko, were still here. There is a point satoru. you haven’t lost us yet.”

-

he knew it would happen eventually. The predictability of this situation was almost comical.

he had just gotten released from the prison realm, this wasn’t the greeting he looked forward to.

Kiyotaka had shown him your body. “Sukuna killed her, during the culing games. We just found her body.” The supervisor explained.

he looked over at gojo, he had no expression on his face. He didn’t need to be vulnerable in that minute. He couldn’t be, he had bigger things to focus on.

or rather, that’s what everyone else would say. He didn’t want to deal with Sukuna right now, all he wanted was so gently caress your warm hand. Not that cold, lifeless hand.

he couldn’t hold onto that feeling for long, everyone was expecting him to come out. He shook off the feeling, but oh, how he wish he could see your face just a little longer. Even if it was pale.

he walked down with Utahime and principal gakuganji. greeting his students like nothing happened. You, shoko, and suguru were the only three people he would choose to show his real emotions to.

But alas, he finally understood what his name meant.

satoru gojo understood he wasn’t able to protect his loved ones, he knew he wanted—needed, to protect you, he didn’t to loose you like he lost suguru. But in his eyes,

he was only an angel, never a God.

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[brelogs]

I LOVE THIS WOAH

( OO3 ) ★ cat versus cat , choso kamo

featuring. choso kamo x reader

warnings. cursing, mentions of blood from a cat scratch, choso being such a baby bcs he wants attention, baby talking to an animal // wc: 1.9k

ENTRY ( OO3 ) OF THE "INTO THE IPINVERSE" MILESTONE

"okay, listen — you're pretty, and i'm cute..." "don't even start with me." "we'd be pretty cute together."

tags: @sad-darksoul, @sweeneyblue1, @idkuluka, @colorful-happy-shit

choso has never felt so much hatred towards a living thing — until a cat came into the picture, destroying that bubble.

in all honesty, he didn't mind cats or any other animals at all. but this cat, which he heard you nicknamed as "cashew", a large ginger tabby. who's obviously stealing the spotlight. choso couldn't believe he was actually getting his spotlight stolen away by some stray cat that you decided to take in one day.

"the cat distribution system," whatsoever as you told him.

well — he doesn't like the cat. cashew. and it probably doesn't like him back, judging from all the constant hisses, and scratches from the said canine.

"cashew, come here, baby." you cooed — and choso found himself standing by the kitchen, watching as the said animal slowly walks over to your, rubbing it's head onto your calves affectionately.

he remembered when he was your baby.

the male narrowed his eyes briefly, eyeing the cat who then hopped onto your lap. making itself comfortable before plopping down, belly exposed — pleading to be scratched, and choso scowled. he couldn't believe how you were pampering the cat who had been living under the same roof for less than a month.

choso stomps over, sitting on the vacant space next to you. and the cat was immediately on alert, it's yellow eyes following choso's every movement before breaking a loud hiss. a warning. to not get close to you.

the feline only stopped when you caressed your finger behind it's ear, and it purrs out loudly in content. tousling over on your lap like it belongs there — and after a few minutes, it looks over to choso. and looks up to you, as if saying that it's fully got your attention.

how badly choso wanted to toss the animal off your lap and laid there instead.

"who's the cutest baby, hm? yes, you are." you murmured in a high pitched voice, scratching the cat's belly lovingly. resulting in choso's bubbling up frustration, "look, cho, it's so adorable."

choso clicks his tongue, his eyes traveling from the cat to you. he didn't have the heart to tell you about it when you looked so pristine playing with the damn cat. he knew how much you love cats. from the constant showing of cat related videos from social media, or to cat motives stuffs, even cat shaped food.

you drew out your phone, snapping pictures of the cat from every different angle possible. choso damn well knew how you had a private album for the said cat, and he had seen the album before under your permission. only to conclude that he wasn't happy at how many cat pictures decorated your gallery — so sometimes, when you aren't looking, the male finds himself taking his pictures with your phone so he could put it into his folder in your gallery.

"baby," he calls out to you.

blatantly ignored. and it hurts his feelings the slightest bit; he tries to call out to you again, and you responded this time. with a soft hum, yet your beautiful e/c eyes were focused on the cat that laid still on your lap, it's paws reaching up to touch your hand.

"can you pay attention to me too?" he questioned, almost whines out at the fact that the cat— cashew —has your full attention, and the boyfriend here was choso.

"in a bit, love," you reply, leaning down onto the feline's tummy to nuzzle it lovingly, "aww, you're so cute, cashew."

the soft purr emitting from the feline for some reason, irked the male, "i need attention," he mumbles out, reaching towards you — and the cat was immediately alarmed by him, sitting straight up on your lap, eyes intently looking over to choso's hovering hand, "what're y'looking at?" he asks the cat.

the ginger tabby hisses once, making a warning to the male. and as choso hovers his hand closer, the cat swung it's paws onto his hand, scratching it — letting out one last hiss. in reflex you pulled the tabby away, looking at choso, who in this predicament, was the victim of assault to that cat.

the action offended choso greatly and he pulled his hand away, wiping the blood with his finger, "does it have any problem with me?" he mutters out angrily, looking at you.

"are you okay, cho?" you scooted closer to the male, who huffs out loudly.

"no." he murmurs, a little delighted that he's finally got your full attention now and the cat was by your other side. delicately licking it's paw, "i'm hurt."

it was a small scratch. but he can't help it, he wanted your attention. and now that he has it, he'd do whatever it takes so you could pamper him — usually, scratches don't bother him. choso would shrug it off, quoting how it was just a flesh wound.

you found yourself chuckling softly at the male's act, "usually you'd brush that off, when did you become such a big baby, cho?" choso almost. almost. pouts, but he didn't — he just leaned himself onto your body, wrapping his arms delicately around your hips.

"ever since we have a third being in this relationship." he muffled out into your stomach.

"but it's so cute, baby . . . look at it," you eyed the cat, which is now looking at you, letting out a soft meow, "aww, my baby."

choso whines softly, pulling you closer to him, not wanting to let you go back to pampering the cat, "i'm cute too." he said, looking up at you — his chin plastered to your stomach gently, "okay, listen — you're pretty, and i'm cute . . ."

rolling your eyes with a vexing smile, you replied, "don't even start with me."

"we'd be pretty cute together." choso ended.

threading your fingers against his dark hair, you tugged on it lightly, "cho, you're my boyfriend — and cashew is just, a cat. 'm not gonna replace you, baby. i promise."

the male sighs out exasperatedly, knowing he's definitely losing this battle against the feline. nodding mutely, he then said, "can't you pay attention to me too? feel like 'm not even there sometimes," he leaned his cheek onto your thigh, almost purring out as your fingers traced over his scalp gently.

"i will, baby. 'm sorry i made you feel like that," you leaned down and kissed his cheek, feeling the guilt finally washing over you as choso's eyelids slowly shut tight and he finally reigned over your lap, leaning into your touch.

"can we cuddle, please?" he asks, voice very hushed that you almost missed it.

"mhm, course we can."

do we have the attention in the room?

choso sat criss-cross applesauce in front of you and the cat, brows furrowed. fists balled on top of his thighs, watching in annoyance as you peppered the cat's face with kisses.

the male was already annoyed when he woke up from the longed cuddle only to find void by his side — you weren't there with him. you were in the living room with the cat, "'m sorry baby, cashew was crying loudly, i had to go check if something happened."

frankly, he could care less about this "cashew". but he knew, the cat was somehow doing that so you could pamper it.

the cat meows out loudly, looking at choso. it was an innocent look, anyone would swoon over that look from a cat — however, all choso felt was pure anger. as if the cat was looking at him in a mocking way, clicking his tongue, he stood up and walked away without another word. leaving you sitting on the couch as he goes back into the room.

you called out to the male in worry and looked down onto the cat, who was returning the look back at you, "'m sorry cashew, as much as i love you, choso needs me. so be a good boy and don't cry again, okay?" you mumble down, grazing it's small, plump cheek before gently moving it away from your lap.

wasting no time, you trudged over to the room. opening the door softly, peering over the door to take a look at what the male was doing — choso was planted face down on the bed, one of his bulky arm draped over a pillow, and his soft breaths were the only sound you could hear inside the room.

"cho?"

no answer.

you approached the bed cautiously, sliding onto the space beside him, "cho, i know you're not asleep."

choso shifted his head to face you, "what?"

"'m sorry, baby." you brushed his cheek with a small smile, "i can give you attention now — i promise i won't go back out there to cashew," choso hesitantly sat up, narrowing his eyes at you, "don't look at me like that, makes me feel bad."

he latches his finger onto your calves, tugging on your legs lightly before going in between them, laying his head down on your chest, "if you leave me, 'm not gonna talk to you for a week," he mumbles out softly, lips puckered out. he won't last that long.

you giggled, kissing the crown of his head with a soft hum, "okay, baby. noted," he buries his head into your chest, sighing out in content.

choso has never been the one to initiate stuff most of the time. you do. he was kind of . . . like a cat himself, so when you — the initiator, was no longer initiating things. choso grew somehow, desperate. he yearned for you, yet your attention was always on the ginger tabby.

"missed you," he whispered, looking up to meet your eyes lovingly, "missed you so much."

you raised a brow, "we live together baby," he rolled his eyes at your nonchalant reply, holding you tighter as if he's afraid that if he had let go of you right now — you'd stand up and walk back to the cat, who god knows what it's doing alone now.

"yeah, but i never got your attention." he mutters.

"my baby," you cooed down. your high pitched voice made choso's heart flutter, he was enlighted, "'m sorry you felt like that, y'have my attention now."

choso smiles softly, he didn't need anything. just you.

meow.

choso was visibly alarmed, raising his head up, he saw the ginger feline peeking it's small head over your bed. it's paw tapping the surface of your bed a couple of times before it hops up with ease, trotting over to the both of you.

you eyed the cat with a small smile, and it grazes it's head onto your upper arm. looking at choso, it walks over to the male who cringes back lightly as the cat comes closer into his view, "what does it want from me?"

choso squinted it's eyes, ready for another scratch. but to his surprise, the feline sniffed his fingers for a few seconds, with no signs of hostility before bumping it's head onto his digits. the male looks at you, "is it . . . it is cursed?"

as if the feline could understand, it hisses at choso. trotting over to the male and hopping on his back, you smiled at the scene playing in front of you, "get off of me, you . . . stupid cat."

the said cat was unbothered, yawning with a small mewl before circling around choso's back and stopped on the hollow of his back. slowly loafing on it, purring softly, "i think he's grown to like you now," you whispered, taking a picture of both choso and the cat.

choso sighs out loudly, "it's an act, 'm telling you."

"cho, give cashew a chance."

the male grumbled but let the cat lay there on his back, "okay, since you told me to."

"i love you," you laugh, kissing the tip of his nose and choso shuts his eyes again, leaning his head onto your chest.

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#xhoso

[brelogs]

this is so good what?? This deserves so much more attention then it’s getting.

"you’re so precious to me.”

you look up at choso, who in turn was looking back at you. you didn’t realize he had been staring at you, quite invested in the meal he had just prepared for you two. looking down at his plate, you notice that it was untouched. shifting your gaze back to him, you had to physically flinch at the pure, unadulterated adoration in his tired gaze. looking back down bashfully, you pushed your food around on your plate, unable to help the smile that bloomed on your face.

before you could react, choso had reached over the small table, soft hand wiping at your cheek faintly. you look over to see him withdrawing, a tender look in his eyes. “did I have some food on my cheek?” you questioned, wiping the other side of your face, observing your hand for any crumbs.

“no.”

you look back at him in slight surprise. “oh.” was all you could lamely say. it was hard having such an affectionate boyfriend at times; he was constantly outperforming you in terms of love. you know a relationship was supposed to be anything but a competition, but he couldn’t even speak straight. its literal pure poetry falling from the mans mouth. how could you measure up to that?

“i love you, you know.”

you look down at your plate intensely as you say this, unable to look him in the eyes. even his mere eye contact felt deeper than your simple words of, “i love you”. you see him rise from his seat out of your peripheral, but you still stubbornly stared down at your warm plate of food, which you’re sure he poured some his literal soul and spirit into (even food outdid you…). feeling a warm hand guide your face, you look up to see that familiar soft gaze on you once again, filling you with the type of warmth only felt by a million suns.

he cupped both of your cheeks, bending down to look at you closer. you didn’t even have to say anything, his eyes already telling you that your love is enough. more than he needed, than he deserved. leaning forward, his warm lips placed themselves between your brows, longer than he needed to. he pulled back, only by a hair, to whisper his professions.

“i want to say you have my heart, but you are my heart.” he kisses your face once more, a little further down from the last kiss.

“there’s nothing and nobody else that I need.” another kiss, further down again.

“i surrender my everything to you.” another kiss, landing on your cheek.

“do you know how long I’ve prayed, begged, for your lips?” your other cheek.

“you own me. you, and you alone. you own me.”

you at first thought choso to be a quiet man, shy even. a person unskilled with his words. and yet… you’ve never seen anyone more assured, confident, and certain, than him when he spoke to you like this. to know that the one thing this man was undisputable about was his adoration for you… well, it spoke to your soul in a way no store bought flowers ever could.

he punctuates the absolutely devastating confession with one last glance to your lips. you notice his eyebrows are furrowed; his voice strained. you swear these confessions hurt him somehow.

he plants his lips on yours with a sweet inhale, slowly breaking away just to reconnect his mouth to your own, over and over. the kiss was languid, syrupy, and filled to the brim with adoration. he pulled away slowly, his nose still brushing against yours.

"i love you.”

yeah. he was better at this than you.

i need to stop and go study omg

#choso