If I Made A List Of Songs That I Associated With My Readers And Their Stories Would Ya’ll Want That?

So I am currently working on my Satosugu fix-it fic and watching the chapter count climb higher then crying over it.

Sorry for the inactivity long fic wise but I am currently working on like four wips at once right now lol

Me when I have to finish the fic I wanted to do in the first place:

Gojo, especially teen Gojo, would love Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield.

It may be midnight on a school night but he is belting out those lyrics like he is on tour. His accent is bulldozing the English but he has the spirit of the song down.

➺ suguru x gn!reader

suguru's smile was broad. soft lips stretching up, wide and sweet, his whole face smiled with them; pretty plumish eyes closing in little crescents of joy and his nose scrunching up at the tip.

its not the usual polite, contained smile he wears. its not polished or neat. its genuine and boyish and so so endearing. you could never remember what you were saying or look away from him.

what on this planet would you look to? what could be a more beautiful a view? any another sight would surely pale in comparison.

suguru practically glows when he smiles. when he really smiles (the difference between the two always do glaringly obvious to you) and although he is masterfully skilled in keeping those bits of himself hidden, some always slips out; through the spaces in his fingers and his teeth — he can never conceal it in whole.

you've collected all the bits and pieces you've gotten a glimpse of, storing them safely in the depths of your heart. the little moments pulsing in your blood and echoing off each of your ribs everyday. you've made them a part of yourself you can no longer be without.

and oh when he laughs, you can feel yourself swooning . an airy sound; sometimes it's loud full booming coming from someplace deep in his chest and others — it's softer, quieter, bashful even. you could only hear if you listen for it (and oh with your trained ear, you never miss it)

blossoms of fresh flowers spawn in your throat, sweet and suffocating. spring's welcome fragrance gets to your head;

you don't know that you remember how to breathe.

Saint - Preview

Summary - After your ability to heal others was discovered you were taken to a monastery high in the mountains. The monks raised you in their ways and their beliefs. Once you are old enough you begin to offer your healing abilities to people who need it.

Soon enough you attract something you never intended too and he won’t give you up now that he has found you.

Pairing - Kitsune!Suguru Geto x Saint!reader

Content - Smut, some fluff, religious imagery, afab!reader, violence, manipulation, dubcon, baby trapping, obsessive behavior, isolation, stalking, deification, slight horror elements if you squint, the relationship starts out somewhat healthy then spirals from there

“What ails you?” You ask with a small smile

“My leg.” He replies to you, a sceptical tone to his voice.

Suguru is ready for you to be a fraud.

Someone peddling to the masses for offerings. What Suguru is not prepared for is to be wrong. He has never been wrong about humans before. They are fragile and somewhat stupid creatures but as your hand fits in his and a warmth fills his body he is proven wrong.

The warm feeling spreads throughout his body. It mends his broken leg and soothes slightly sore muscles from the walk up here. A soft sigh leaves his lips. When you retract your hand he almost doesn’t let you.

He had never cared for religion or anything of the sort. It was a waste of his time. He doesn’t know if a higher power exists but he now knows of your existence. You who heals the sick with a kind smile, who uses this gift to give to others with no reservations about it.

You are an angel- a divine being sent down to this terrible world by some higher power. He had read a few religious texts in his younger years and had been intrigued by the idea of saints but now that he sees you he is not intrigued, he is addicted.

Suguru stands a bit taller now that his leg is no longer broken and you have to look up at him. It gives him satisfaction that he could engulf you in his arms to hide you from the other undeserving people who come to steal some of your light.

“I wish you a safe trip down the mountain.” You tell him in a cheerful tone.

“Thank you.” He responds and walks away from you. As he leaves Suguru wants to laugh at your statement.

Because now that he has you he won’t be leaving this mountain for a while.

You and Yuki had grown up together.

Her father had a thriving farm and supplied most of the town with food. She was brought up under her mother’s care and guidance but always had that rebellious streak. It was cute in the beginning but soon she was uncontrollable, the exact opposite of what a lady should be. So her mother had the idea to introduce the two of you at the age of ten.

Both of your mothers, who were old friends, had hoped to bring you out of your shell and to give Yuki a proper friend besides the cattle on the farm. You were a shy little thing and Yuki was wide eyed and curious. So she had poked and prodded you out of your shell.

After that the two of you were inseparable, neither of you were seen without the other. You got more confidence but Yuki still was as wild as ever. She would drag you out of your embroidery lessons into the fields and creek that ran through it. You would come back with mud on the hem of your skirts and a wide smile on your face.

You spent six wonderful years with her but not all good things last.

You turned sixteen and a marriage offer came your way. It was crushing because you wouldn’t be able to see Yuki that much anymore. But the kicker was that your parents were sending you to live your Aunt back east for a year to “ready” you for the marriage.

Tears had filled your eyes as Yuki rode her horse beside the train to send you off, tears running down her cheeks and a sad grin on her face. Oh what you would give to stay in her arms for even just a minute longer.

The year was long and hard, your Aunt was an unforgiving woman. Summer turned to fall then winter then into spring then finally summer again.

Soon you were stepping off the train onto the platform to see your mother. She looked so relieved to see you but the black dress she wore and the red under her eyes told a different story.

“What happened Mama?” You ask panic welling up in you.

“The Tsukumo farm burned to the ground two weeks ago, they are all dead.”

You had ran all the way up the path to that farm, tripping over your skirts multiple times to get there. Your heart had shattered upon seeing the charred remains of the farm you had practically grew up on.

The only thing that you found of Yuki was a small necklace with a heart shaped pendant. Holding it to your chest you feel both a sense of loss and hope.

Because if her body isn’t here then maybe she made it out of the fire somehow.

I know that for Dirty Little secret I made the band read and Suguru are in as like a rock band.

But I am listening to One direction while writing and vibing :)

Wisteria is my favorite flower and your blog is beautiful! A garden as a table of contents is genius!!

Thank you!! 💕

I love flowers so it was fun to make the masterlist and pick out different flowers for each character I write for!

The sad thing is that in real life I can’t keep plants alive 🥲 so a flower themed blog is the closest I will get to having a large garden!

Have a flower for your ask! 🪻

Part 1

Over the years of your life as the Goddess of Spring you have seen many animals.

The young deer of the forest who teeter after their mothers, the chicks in the nests of sparrows. Every new life is under your care and you take that seriously, especially the ones that venture into your valley.

So when a inky black crow flies down to make himself at home in your valley you take notice. He struts through the field of wildflowers like he owns the place. The crow walks around and inspects the flowers.

You let out a giggle at his scrutiny of the flowers, you never knew that crows could be that judgemental before. Said crow looks up at you and you look a bit bashful as it stares into your eyes.

He walks over to you and you could swear you can see specks of purple in his obsidian eyes. Lifting up your forearm for him to perch he looks hesitant before he hops up on your arm.

As he perches on your arm you can see him better. His feathers sparkle under the light as he seems to preen under your gaze. A rainbow of colours shine when the sun hits them just right.

You run a finger under his beak and he caws appreciatively.

“You have beautiful plumage.” You remark.

The crow puffs out his chest in pride and you laugh at his show of ego.

“You are rather full of yourself as well.” You tease the bird with a laugh.

He deflates a little and you coo a soft apology to him, “I apologise for teasing you, kind visitor.”

The crow tilts his head towards you and you take it as an acceptance of your apology.

With a soft smile you pet his head, happy for the visitor. He is one of the few who visit this secluded valley to see you. Not that you aren’t popular, you are friends with most people on Olympus and the towns folk around here. But Utahime is protective and you are getting stifled by it.

Your sister has good intentions, you know her better than anyone else, but it is lonely.

So you are happy for the occasional visitor.

me when I'm insane about satosugu

Fluff, so much fluff 💕

The Gojo clan expects a certain air of perfection from it’s head- and his wife.

You are expected to be perfect, look perfect and act perfect. Even if the kimonos are excessive and your head is heavy with the amount of hair accessories you have in it. But you live up to the image as best as you can.

Satoru couldn’t care less about the image he should up hold. He doesn’t do tradition well and takes pride in running the elders into the ground with his antics.

The one time the two of you are on your best behaviour is the grand gathering to celebrate Satoru’s birthday. Every year elders and clan members from all over migrate to the Gojo clan compound in Kyoto to celebrate.

And you are forced into the most intricate kimono you have and the heaviest amount of hair accessories. It is stuffy and your neck hurts like hell by the end of the night.

You jingle like a million bells as you walk back to you and Satoru’s shared room. The relief to get these pins out of your hair will be heavenly. You can already imagine the bath you will take after this, possibly with a book or your husband or both.

Once you are in your room you wave off the attendants who try to help you undress. You can undress yourself and don’t want to see anyone else tonight.

The kimono is the easier part. You take off layer after layer until you are ready to get on comfortable clothes. The first clothes that are in your closet are Satoru’s so you throw them on and walk to the vanity.

You look like a different person in the mirror. A perfect lady, nothing like the person underneath the makeup and clothes. You push away those thoughts for when you aren’t tired as hell. Slowly you remove the biggest piece on the right side of your head.

About half of your hair is loose when you decide to take a break. You lay your head forward onto the vanity, hoping that the rest of these damn things will just fall out. Maybe you should have just let the attendants take them out-

Two hands graze the top of your hair.

You hum as Satoru begins to remove the pieces. His fingers do wonders as you relax more and more back into his chest. You practically melt into him as he removes the final hair piece.

“Better?” He asks with a chuckle you can feel in his chest behind you.

Your hands reach up to angle the his face down to yours. Smiling up at him you lean up to kiss him. His lips meet yours and you feel his matching smile on yours.

“Much better.” You say after the two of you have pulled away.

“Do you want a bath or to lay in the arms of your handsome husband?” Satoru asks you.

“How about both?” You ask with a laugh.

“That can certainly be arranged lovely.”