When are you going to continue moon river? Just asking because i love the story and he’s absolutely adorable and the cutest I can't wait for chapter 4 (I wanna take care of him he's so cute)
😅 Ooof okay, so you’re not going to like this but my life has basically blown tf up and my motivation to do shit is actually at zero.
I feel really bad because in April a writing beast possessed me and I wrote SO MUCH and I feel like I set the wrong expectations for my followers
But despite that I love my fanfics and would never abandon them, so once I update “The Other Woman (Has Lavender in her hair.) on a03 my Babyjo fic is definitely gonna be next on my list.
I share your sentiment about wanting to cuddle him and smother him in love so I wouldn’t just ABANDON my baby, you know?
I’m sorry I can’t give you a straight answer Anon, but thank you for loving my work and for your support. it’s really means a lot <3
need to be caged in by stsg; their hands on each other's hips, lips locked, pulling each other closer for more but you're between them, face smushed into Suguru's chest with Satoru pressing himself so hard into your back it's like he's trying to get into your bones. all you can really do is wrap your arms around Suguru and interlock your fingers with Satoru's behind his back while pressing kisses into Suguru's skin.
I love you oml i love your writing sm. How is your work not blowing up?? Please bless us with more Gojo sensei. I'm giggling and shi
OHHHHH I LOVE MY ANONSSSSS
Honestly idk why I'm not blowing up. The tumblr algorithm works in mysterious ways, but it definitely makes my ego soar at the thought that sm1 thinks my work deserves to be famous
AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON TEACHER!JO
I have too many ideas and not enough time. But lowkey I might bring in teacher!suguru too for the drama. But I might hold a poll bc I'm not too sure.
Thank you for giving me your thoughts (and I'll def write more teacher!jo in the future)
"Suguru!! Come on- be honest with me, does my nose still look crooked?" Satoru croaks, tilting his head side to side as he surveys himself in a hand held mirror.
He narrows his blue eyes at his reflection. "Dr. Nassif said there was no real damage but I swear it still looks different!!"
Suguru looks up from his laptop. "Your nose looks how it always looks."
"And how's that?" Satoru interrogates, throwing himself across Suguru's lap.
Suguru narrowly saves his laptop by lifting it out of the way. "The beauty standard, you fucker. And stop pretending, your mom told me about the rhinoplasty you got for your sweet sixteen."
"It was not a cosmetic procedure!! I had a deviated septum!" Satoru gasps, hand flying up to cover is nose.
One dark brow raises before Suguru speaks monotonously. "Sure."
Immediately Satoru caves. "Okay fine! Maybe it was a little cosmetic. Don't tell anyone though…"
Suguru rests his laptop atop Satoru's thighs, opening up the essay he was working on. "I won't tell a soul."
A few moments of silence pass before Satoru is speaking up again. "You promise it's not crooked?"
Accepting he's not going to get anything done until Satoru is sated, Suguru closes his laptop. "Why are you so stuck on this?"
"I don't know- People commenting on our videos keeps asking about it." Satoru groans, taking his hands through his fluffy white hair.
Suguru's mind flashes back to the comments under their last live-stream, all of them centered around the girl that had been so excited to slap his friend. "About your nose or about her?"
Satoru immediately pouts. "Her! And I don't know what's so great about her. So what if she knocked me on my ass….?"
"You're just mad that the waiver of her's really was iron clad." Suguru points out, poking Satoru's cheek as if it was still slap-stung.
"I had my father set an entire law firm on it!! They couldn't find a single thing!" He yells before muttering. "What the hell do we even pay them for if they can't sue some random 20 something?"
"Well you did sign it on camera." Suguru hums, purple eyes crinkling in amusement.
Satoru breathes in deeply as his cheeks flush. "So!! I obviously didn't read it! Nor did I have a lawyer present so-!"
Suguru grab's Satoru's knee, shaking the appendage slightly. "You're a legal adult. Also you were holding a sign that read 'kiss or slap' so I don't know what's you were expecting."
"I didn't expect her to blow my head off my shoulders!" He screams, throwing his hands up.
Suguru threads his hands through Satoru's hair, tugging slightly. "Just admit you wanted her to kiss you already so we can move on."
Satoru sputters, cheeks flushing cherry red. "I didn't! The entire reason we do the door knocking is for clout. Why should I care about her?"
"You shouldn't, so why do you?" Suguru asks, blinking slowly at the man-child on his lap.
"I don't! Jesus! You're like a bloodhound. I don't even know the chick's name." Satoru defends, turning his head away like a toddler rejecting a bite of peas.
"But you'd like to." Suguru suggests lazily as he counts the specks in Satoru's blue eyes.
Satoru sneers. "And what about you Mr. 'Say Hi, Pretty'? I've caught you rewatching that footage over and over! You're no better than I am."
"I am better." Suguru boasts, leaning back against the shit couch cushions.
A scoff leaves Satoru's throat. "And how's that? What makes you superior, huh?"
Suguru smiles, hand rubbing circles into Satoru's hip. "Number one, I admitted that I was curious about her."
"And number two?" Satoru questions, though his demeanor has softened by the touch.
Suguru lets the question breath before answering. "Well I went back to her dorm and invited her over."
Satoru startles like a cattle prod has been shoved up his ass. "Like to here- right now?!"
Suguru looks around at the various pizza boxes rotting on the kitchen counters, and the lingering stink of frat guys. "Of course not. I'm not stupid. The house is a wreck."
"She said she'd swing by the party tonight." Suguru adds, wincing in preparation for the-
Satoru shrieks, going pale. "And you're just telling me this now?!"
"What about it?" Suguru plays dumb.
"This place is a shithole- we need to call the brothers back to clean!" He panics, opening his phone up. "Fuck- no!! They're all incompetent- I'll call my cleaners! Oh! And a party planner!!"
Suguru groans, throwing his head back. "This is why I didn't tell you. I knew you'd freak."
"I am not freaking out- I just want this party to be… put together. Parties are what our frat is known for. We should start putting some pride into them." Satoru defends.
"Mhmm. Because you bring out the rich guy cleaners for all the rando's, don't ya babe?" There's no accusation in Suguru's tone, just gentle knowing.
"She's not special!" Satoru hisses, crossing his built out biceps across his chest.
Something tugs at the pierced edges of Suguru's lips as he chuckles. "Yeah, she is."
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Music pulses through the air, the professional DJ, one that Satoru spent far too much money on, mixing tracks that fills the house with the urge to dance.
No matter how hard he tries, he keeps looking at the front entrance like an idiot. Hoping that the next person to arrive would be- damn it. He's acting like a dumb dog.
Satoru chews on the silver chain around his neck before leaning in to whisper in his friends ear. "Where is she? I thought you said she was coming?"
"The party just started." Suguru gives context, running a hand through his silky black hair. And that's what she said man. If she said she would come then she will."
The white haired man grits his teeth, the cool drink in his solo cup doing nothing to ease his nerves. Lights pulse around him, the special bulbs wired in as of a few hours ago.
That along with the smoke machines create a heady haze, making the party feel unreal, almost like a dream. Satoru kicks at the hardwood floors of the frat house with the toe of his expensive sneaker.
What if he made this party extra extravagant for nothing? The girl might not even come… God-! Why is he so nervous?
He needs to get it together. He's Satoru Gojo. Basketball prodigy, Frat president, and playboy extraordinaire. Not some little bitch of a virgin choir boy.
White brows pinch together as streams of people begin to trail out of the Frat houses exits, What the hell is going on…?
Just as he's about to investigate a random guy bulldozed past him, bulky body knocking into Satoru's arm, forcing his drink to spill.
"Hey- watch where you're going!!" Satoru shouts, throwing up his arms as he examines his now soaked Jersey.
What an idiot.
"Sorry dude!" The dipshit calls out with a broad yellow smile. "Some chick has hurricane shots set up on the front lawn! And I hear she's hot!!"
Satoru's head snaps over to look at his vice president, Suguru. They were never made aware of hurricane shots.
Satoru tries to push through the crowd towards the guy, in search of answers. "Excuse me- hey! I'm the president of this frat and I never approved-"
But when the crowd flushes into a makeshift blockade of warm bodies he gives up, turning towards his friend. "Suguru, what the fuck was that guy on?"
But Suguru is already craning his neck to peek out of one of the many windows, purple eyes scanning over the building crowd. "How about we find out?"
They bully their way through the mass of people trying to flood out the doors, even going as far as to shove a few of their own brothers to the side.
Cyclone by T-pain as well various screams and cheers assault their ears as they near the center of the misshapen circle.
"Move aside-" Suguru hisses, shoving a wide berth through the center, Satoru hot on his heels.
"For the last time everyone!! Waiver line is on the right! You must complete the waiver and pay the fee before getting in line for the shot!" You call out, pointing a manicured nail towards the sign up table.
You turn your attention back to the pimply freshman in front of you, smiling you tuck your hair behind your ear. "Sorry… to the back of the line."
"Oh come on- I waited for so long!" The boy complains, gesturing at the absurd line he would have to rejoin.
"I know…" You coo, tone honeyed as you narrow your eyeshadow painted eyes. "The rules are the rules. You have to sign the waiver and pay, just like everyone else."
You give a sure nod as the guy walks away, fixing your styled hair before leaning across the folded tables you had set up to pour the next shot.
Satoru's heart beats out of his chest. You came. You came and now you're… monopolizing his party guests?
He watches from afar as the next random guy walks up from the growing lineup, takes he shot from you manicured grip, gets water thrown at his face, and the given the slap Satoru knows and fears.
When the random guy cheers, an obnoxious thing that gets the crowd screaming, Satoru butts in. "And what about my rules?"
You whip around, seemingly excited to seem him if the grin and the friendly wave you hurl at him is anything to judge by. "Oh hi! Good to see you again!"
"No! Not good! That is my booze- and this!!" He shouts, holding up the bottle of grey goose vodka that was resting on your folding table and gesturing with it. "This is my lawn!!"
Suguru's eyes survey the full scene, the two other girls signing people up, the signs… this looks official. He tunes out his friend rant before it hits him.
Oh no.
"Satoru, wait-" Suguru warns, reaching out for his friends shoulder to reign him in.
But it's too late, Satoru's face is already flushed as he continues to rain his tirade upon you. "No! She can't be here! You have got to go!!"
You're already switching to a defensive stance in your sparkly party dress and heels, arms crossing over your chest. "I was invited."
Satoru's jaw clenches, blue eyes like ice. "Well I'm uninviting you!"
You scoff, taking a few steps forward till you're so close that if you both breathed in your chests would touch. "So that's how it is? I'm uninvited? Your little boyfriend said I could come."
Satoru's face flushes and he has to resist the urge to glance over his shoulder at Suguru. "He's not my-!!"
Suguru winces at the growing whispers of the crowd around him. "I said she could come, back off, Satoru."
"She's using my booze!!" Satoru whines, throwing up is arms as if he didn't buy an entire case for the sole purpose of random people show up and drinking it.
Your eye twitches, what the fuck is this bitches problem?
"It's for a good cause." You hiss venomously, jabbing him in the spot between his heart and his collar bone with your index finger.
When he finches away from your ire you continue. "But you know what? If rich boy Satoru Gojo can't spare a few bottles for rebuilding efforts in Haiti then I guess that's the kind of person he is."
The whispers of the crowd seem to rise, the comments that Satoru can make out are from voices he doesn't recognize. People saying things that range from 'Woah not cool man' and 'Yeah, this is for charity-' to 'What a fucking dick!'
Satoru finally takes the time to actually look around. Posters of demolished houses and flooded streets stare back at him.
There's even brochures laid out on the sign up table. Oh my god. He's an idiot.
"Charity- what?" He questions dumbly, eyes wide as he processes just how much of an asshole he's made himself seem like in the past five minutes.
You glare at him, pretty lips curled in distaste. "Yeah, Hurricane shots for hurricane relief. 20 bucks a shot, all of the proceeds go straight to Haiti."
"How heartless!" A girl shouts from the sidelines
"I can't believe it!!" One of his frat brothers says just to stir the pot (ohhhh he's so on cleanup duty later.)
"It's always the pretty ones…" Another girl complains.
Immediately Satoru is raising his hands palm up as if to quell the crowd before it tears him apart Mussolini style. "Wait- shit I seem like a massive asshole… I didn't know it was for charity."
"Plus, It's not like you asked me if you could set up here." The crowd jeers at him and he nervously tacks on. "But if you had asked I would've been all for it! Save Haiti and all that! Fuck hurricanes!!"
But then your eye twitches and Satoru's stomach drops . "You know what- I will take four shots!!! No! Wait! I'll take 20!!"
"That will be four hundred bucks." You say monotonously.
When he nods furiously in agreement you plaster on a tight smile. "Alrighty! You know where the line is! Sign your waiver I will get to you!"
His shoulders drop at your words, "I have to wait in line?"
You quirk a shaped brow, testing him. "Is that above you or something?"
"No! No! Of course not." He startles, waving his pale hands as he shoots the crowd a furtive look. "Suguru let's get in line."
"Smooth. Real smooth." Suguru purrs in his ear as they walk to the back of the growing line.
Without even looking at them you clap your hands, calling out to the crowd. "Oh!! We also have the waiver via QR code!! Or if you'd like to just donate without the shot!! They're on the sign to my left!"
"I think I almost got cancelled, Suguru." Satoru whispers, face pale and tone shell shocked.
"Yep." Suguru agrees, pulling his inky black hair out of his face.
Trinity Santos walks into the Pitt everyday with a bucket of unresolved trauma, a toxic yuri situationship, and Dennis Whitaker hanging off her belt like a labubu and still manages to serve cunt
having dinner at a fancy restaurant and pressing your heel against his crotch under the table, feeling his big hand wrap around your ankle to keep your mischief at bay, followed by a small squeeze as a warning (or a promise) (most likely both)
I'm super indecisive about what to write next so I'm gonna let yall choose <3
Kiss or Slap pt.2
Does a work lunch ever go to plan?
Voting ended onApr 9
+background for 'Does a work lunch ever go to plan?' Basically the premise is that Teacher!Gojo would be taking reader to a lunch to meet one of his coworkers (reformed!teacher!suguru) and this would be a continuation of my AU: POV: You're a student at Jujutsu Tech
I'm super indecisive about what to write next so I'm gonna let yall choose <3
Kiss or Slap pt.2
Does a work lunch ever go to plan?
Voting ended onApr 9
+background for 'Does a work lunch ever go to plan?' Basically the premise is that Teacher!Gojo would be taking reader to a lunch to meet one of his coworkers (reformed!teacher!suguru) and this would be a continuation of my AU: POV: You're a student at Jujutsu Tech
