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12:00am 12:01 am.

your phone vibrated against your pillow, pulling you out of sleep. squinting, you reached for it, barely registering the time—12:01 am—before kuroo’s name flashed across the screen.

kuroo: happy birthday, dumbass. i win.

you groaned, rubbing your eyes.

you: win what?

kuroo: being the first to say it, obviously. now open your door.

you blinked, still half-asleep.

you: no

kuroo: yes. i’m already here.

you froze. that woke you up. kicking off your blanket, you padded over to your window first, pulling the curtain back. and there he was—kuroo tetsurou, standing under the streetlight in his hoodie, a plastic bag in one hand, looking way too pleased with himself.

sighing, you grabbed your jacket and made your way downstairs, the cold air biting at your skin as you cracked the door open.

“kuroo.” your voice was flat. “what the hell.”

he grinned, stepping closer. “midnight birthday delivery. it’s tradition now.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’ve never done this before.”

“exactly. new tradition.” he held up the bag. “onigiri and pudding, your favorites. got them fresh before the store closed.”

your heart did something weird in your chest, but you ignored it, arms crossing. “you seriously walked all the way here at midnight? just for this?”

he shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “it’s your birthday. of course i’d show up for my best friend.”

there was something in the way he said it—too casual, like he was brushing past something. the weight in his voice didn’t match the easy smirk on his face.

“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered, but you reached out anyway, taking the bag from his hands. your fingers brushed his in the process—just a second, barely anything—but it sent warmth up your arm despite the cold.

he didn’t move away, still watching you, still standing too close.

“you gonna make me stand out here all night?” his voice was quieter now, lower.

you swallowed, gripping the bag a little tighter. “you’re the idiot who came here.”

“yeah.” his smirk softened. “guess i am.”

for a second, neither of you said anything. the night air was still, the only sound your quiet breathing.

then, kuroo exhaled, stepping back with a lopsided grin. “alright, birthday kid. go eat before it gets cold.”

you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest stayed.

“thanks, testsu.”

he shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels. “anytime.”

a/n: “best friend” yea right 😒 kuroo have you a big fat hug after

@livteracts happy birthday gang

ty for the tag

STOP WHAT

i thought it was megumii have no recollection of saving an image of toji

anyone can add on!!!!☺️☺️

you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title…who/what is it?

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02: i hate my big chungus life.

you and the other first years step out of the metro to the city of toyko. the noise of the city is distant, just background noise to your thoughts.

nobaras voice cuts through the quiet of your mind. “zenin! come on, lets go!” she grins, practically pulling you along. you follow her without protest, offering no response. it is easier this way.

as you walk to the shopping district, nobara chatters excitedly about stores and figures. you hear her, but the words dont register. its just noise, and you dont care. youre here because its whats expected.

“wheres itadori?” you ask, momentarily interrupting her speech on the poor paint job on a figure. “why do you care? you miss him?” she says jokingly. even though you knew that was a joke, you still got flustered embarrassed, obviously. “hes running late, again.” you hum in response,

not long after paying you see sukunas vessel waving with a big smile on his face. with kugisaki running toward him shouting “i told you you had to pay!”

“how is it my fault i missed the train” this sentence was met by a sigh from fushiguro.

after about 30 minutes of arguing where they should eat food—kugisaki saying boba, yuuji saying pastries—the first years and you settle on boba, having being bribed that kugisaki would pay 50% for everyone.

you walk around the shopping district with kugisaki, sukunas vessel and fushiguro trailing behind, until you end up at a clothing store.

sukunas vessel pulls kugisaki to the side, whispering in her ear. this left you and fushiguro looking at eachother awkwardly in silence.

you end up somehow being kugisakis model, trying on the dresses for her. it didnt last long before you got annoyed and ended the dress up game early, leaving sukunas vessel with a. disappointed look on his face?

I FUCKING HATE NAOYA WHY DID THAT BITCH KEEP COMING BACK.

is this badly written.. say no pls im scared.

2 WORKS IN 1 DAY

i have 30 mins left i better hurry….

tag list (3/50) - @love-me-satoru @cutesysakura @kozemae

ᡣ𐭩 content — fan!gojo x pop-princess!reader. fluff, gojo's kind of a freakk :P

fan!gojo is, delicately put, obsessed. his penthouse apartment? a whole room dedicated to your discography, limited edition vinyls glowing under soft led lights, and walls plastered with every magazine cover you've ever graced. his credit card? permanently swiped for your latest merch drops, holographic posters, and plushie keychains.

fan!gojo who hears about the meet-and-greet raffle from your instagram (he's the first to like the post). panic sets in. a raffle? random chance? this is an affront to his meticulously planned life. no amount of money can guarantee a win.

fan!gojo who has to beg for this stranger on reddit to give them their tickets to him. he lost a little over a million dollars (yeah, okay, in hindsight, that wasn't financially smart — but, this was the opportunity of a lifetime).

fan!gojo who ends up bringing geto with him, since he doesn't want the other ticket to go to waste. out of geto, of all people, he's not sure. geto, the heavy-metal aficionado. their music tastes' are worlds apart, but gojo's doing his best friend a favor.

fan!gojo who spends hours picking out his outfit, to which geto snorts, "it's not like you're going on a fucking date with her."

fan!gojo who huffs, dramatically crossing his arms. "we're taking pictures."

fan!gojo who ends up bring all of your vinyls to the meet-and-greet. every single one. "what?" he asked geto, who was giving him a funny look. "i couldn't decide. they're all amazing."

fan!gojo who's practically bouncing off the walls, when the security guard tells him it'll be their turn, soon. will he be okay? does he look okay? wait, does he smell okay?

fan!gojo who's shoving his to-be-signed merch into geto's hands, cracking his knuckles. after a moment, he snatches them back, hissing, "don't do anything embarrassing, okay?"

"...says the one bringing a whole ass record store."

fan!gojo who is freaking out when he lays his eyes on you. in person. even geto, who's never seen him flustered over a girl, can't help but snicker.

fan!gojo who thinks your voice is even sweeter in real life, if that's possible. you smile, a soft greeting leaving your lips. all he can do is stutter a response. (yes, geto is filming.)

fan!gojo can't tear his eyes off you. you're dolled up in the prettiest shade of pink, and you look gorgeous. your hair rests in soft curls, styled to perfection. though, he'd pop a boner if you showed up with bed-head.

fan!gojo who gets all his merch signed by you, as he grins boyishly, a warm pinking dusting his cheeks.

fan!gojo who musters out the courage to blurt; "i love you! y— your music, i mean," stuttering over his attempted amends. too much courage, it seems.

fan!gojo who practically sighs in relief when you laugh. "yeah?" you ask, handing him his items.

"yeah," fan!gojo says, breathy. "huge fan."

you tilt your head at him, thoughtful eyes. "i can tell." fan!gojo's cute, you think. as they're heading out, you stop him, watching his brows knit in confusion.

"we can take a picture, just us," you suggest. "if you'd like."

if fan!gojo would like? fuck, yeah, he would.

fan!gojo who's beaming, waiting for the click of the camera, when you catch him off-guard — pressing a kiss to his cheek.

fan!gojo who's eyes widen, and he's sure that photo came out odd on his end, but god, he'll keep it forever.

fan!gojo who thinks his life can't get any better, but you're sliding off your bejeweled, pink bracelet and slipping it on his wrist. eyes twinkling, you wave him out.

it's not until he gets home, placing his merch back where it belongs (on what normal people would call a shrine, but fan!gojo prefers the term collection), that he notices something on his vinyl, not just a signature.

it's your number, with, right below it; for my biggest fan.

fan!gojo who's breath hitches. he's won.

im not leaving 😠

ok… so… i think im gonna put making fics as my last proity.. ill still be active bit i have state testing in may and i have to start doing 2 grades above test (cheer)

also its the last quarter and my math teacher hates me ig

not goijg on hiatus! ill start makijg smaus again may 4

or break

i hate state testing

suguru band!au

a/n: you are shokos sister shoko is in a mid western emo band and geto is the bassist/song writer skmetimes

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why cant sideblogs do anything …. i had to move my WHOLE 5 posts.

i could be a good mother

synopsis: random baby moment!!!

characters: geto, shoko, gojo

a/n: dont ask how fem reader and shoko had a baby its omegaverse ig

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GETO

the house is still wrapped in early morning silence, the kind where the birds havent called yet. the kitchen smells like butter and maple syrup, and the only sound is the soft hum of getos voice.

hes at the stove, robe hanging loosely off only shoulder, hair tied back in that bun, messy and unfairly handsome.

and beneath that robe?

a small lump, his baby, tiny, wiggly, with two bare feet poking out.

shes hugging his leg, cheek smooshed against his tricep, thumb in mouth and hugging her stuffed bunny to her belly, eye fluttering.

geto stirs pancake batter with one hand, preparing the pan with the other.

you peek into the kitchen, still in pajamas.

“shes under your robe again..” you mumble sleeply.

“mm.” he doesnt look up. “yeah.”

“why are you cooking with a baby under your robe..”

“she crawled in” he replies, droppjng the butter jn the pan. “i didnt ask questions.”

you raise an eyebrow. “youre not going to take her out?”

“shes fine, shes warm, shes not crying.” he shrugs. “im multitasking.”

a sleepy squeak comes from under his robe, followed by the softest little “dada” as she wiggles a bit.

he glances down, pulls up the robe just slightly. “you good in there, kiddo?” a muffled sigh answers him.

“shes good,” he confirms.

you try to act unimpressed, but your heart is gone. melt. you walk over and wrap your arms around his waist.

“she loves you so much,” you murmur.

“mhm.” he leans down to kiss your temple. “im warm. i feed her. im shaped like a blanket. what not to love?”

the pancake sizzles softly in the pan. your daughter shifts a little under his robe, safe and sound and not planning on moving.

geto just stirs the batter like hes done this a thousand times. like this — baby under robe, you on his hip, quiet morning light— is exactly where he was always meant to be.,

SHOKO

the first rays of sunlight shined in your room though the half opened blinds. you shifted slightly, trying not to disturb the bundle curled against your chest.

your daughter, barely six months, let out a sleeply sugh and snuggled closer

you dont remember falling asleep with her on your chest, or sleeping with a blanket on. but you had a idea of who was responsible.

footsteps padded quietly into the living room, and you smiled before even looking at who it was.

“you were asleep for like 5 years.” shoko said, her voice amused as she makes her way to the couch. she was in one of your sweaters andher shorts with a mug in her hand. “i put her there while i made breakfast for you.”

“little brat, she didnt stop crying at 5am.” (sho)

“dont be mean, she takes after yo.u” (yn)

“i, for the record, have never woken you up at 5am.” (sho)

“right.” (yn)

she rolled her eyes but doesnt argue. she leans over to kiss your cheek, then the top of the babys head,

“wanna switch? breakfast is on the table.” (sho)

“cant believe you cooked.” (yn)

“i ordered them, but i plated them nicely.” (sho)

you giggle, trying not to wake the baby. she stirred, then slowly blinked up at shoko with sleepy eyes.

“morning.” shoko whispered, her voice suddenly higher pitched and sweeter.

she scooped the baby from your arms with esse, cradling her.

the little one grabbed her hoodie, babbling nonsense, staining shokos clothes with spit in the process.

“shes already messy” shoko said.

“shell fit right in then,” you said, stretching your arms as you stood.

there wasnt any chaos this morning. no cursed spirits, mo sorcery politics. just soft footsteps in a quiet home, a baby giggling kn shokos arms, and ihop in the kitchen.

you kiss shokos lips as you passed by. “thanks for letting me sleep in”

“anytime” she murmured. “weve got all the time in the world now.”

GOJO

the sound of splashing water and giggles drifted frlm the bathrlom, drawing satoru like mouth to flame. he already had a camera in his hand, he had grabbed it on instinct the second he heard you two laughing.

he stopped in the doorway, heart squeezing at the adorable sight.

you were in the bathtub, hair in a messy bun, shoulders glistening from the water, and steam coming from the bathwater. and in your lap was his baby girl, her soft hair sticking up in every direction, cheeks round and pink, her tiny hands smacking the water.

“thats just not fair, you guys are sooo cute!” he whispered with a gron.

you glace up “satoru? is that your camera, again?

“uh huh” he said “you think i would miss this? im documenting everything.”

you let out a breathy laugh. “your not taking pictures of me in the bath”

“i absolutely am, you look like an ethereal goddess. this is gonna go in the family album, smile!”

before you could respond, your daughter squealed with a gummy smile, reaching toward him with slippery hands. water sloshed over the sides of the tub.

satoru melted on the spot.

“i mean come on,” he said, lifting the camera. “look at her. look at you. how am i supposed to not take pictures?”

he snapped a picture as you tried (and failed) to hide your face behind the baby. it came out a little blurry, a little crooked, but perfect all the same.

“alright, just one more,” he said softly, crouching down. “smile for daddy!.”

you didnt try to hide this time. you looked at him—hair damp, arm wrapped around your daughter, love written all over your face—and he pressed the shutter. click!

he lowered the camera. “im the luckiest guy in the world.”

you smiled. “we know.”

you daughter babbled something and slapped her hand against the water again, splashing both satoru.

he blinked, water dripping down his cheek. “how rude.”

you giggle. “thats what you get.”

satoru huffed, pulling off his shirt. “fine. guess im joining in.”

he climbed into the tub with the two of you.

the camera was forgotten on the bathmat.

though the picture was added to the family album.

big bathtub for a big sorcerer (gojo)

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