3… 2… 1… Let's Jam

♡ ⸝⸝ frat!gojo wants you to be his again ! ❤︎₊ ⊹ ft fetty wap on a jbl speaker

it was late. after studying, you had crawled into bed thirty minutes ago in hopes to catch some sleep. your final exam for bio was tomorrow and your anxiety was eating away at your stomach. the past half hour of tossing and turning was starting to get to you. you needed to get some sleep, and fast. you exhaled as a wave of drowsiness hit you. your eyes fluttered shut. finally, you thought. you snuggled in your blankets and began to drift off.

your window of sleep lasted all but five minutes. you woke up startled as you heard loud music blasting. the vibrations somehow made it through the walls. you rubbed your eyes and looked around in confusion. your roommate wasn’t in her bed, she was probably at her boyfriend’s. that’s when you realized the source of loud music was coming from outside your window.

crawling out of bed, you decided to investigate. you pulled back the curtains and looked down. to your demise, you saw your ex boyfriend, satoru gojo, standing outside your window holding up a JBL speaker. “again” by fetty wap blared from the large speaker.

“i want you to be mine again, bae-be!” satoru screeched, completely off tune. you winced and groaned softly, the sharp sound ringing in your ears. he cannot be serious. it was 2am and finals week, someone was bound to curse him out for causing a commotion this late.

“i know my lifestyle is driving you cray-zay…but i cannot see myself without you,” he continued. you were too tired to scream or shout, but you had to shut him up somehow. you opted for throwing his hoodie at him. you launched it at him with as much force as you could muster in your current state. it hit his chest, distracting him and making him lose his place in the song. he mumbled the lyrics before catching up.

“i go out of my way to please you, i go out of my way to see you!” he shouted. god, he didn’t know when to quit. that was the last of his things you had, you didn’t know what else to throw. scanning your room, you came up empty. guess you were going to have to be the one to cuss him out.

“shut up the fuck up! gosh!” you shouted at him. you still felt groggy, but you had to get him out of here.

he ignored your request and started to dance along. you rolled your eyes at his goofy little two step. he looked absolutely ridiculous, but didn’t seem to care at all.

“and i want you to be mine again, bae-by, i know my lifestyle is drivi—ow!” the dumbass yelped as he accidentally dropped the 30 pound speak on his head.

you snorted as he rubbed his head and fought back tears. a genuine laugh bubbled out of you at the sight. he glanced up at you once more and the idiot smiled.

“oh how i’ve missed hearing that sweet sound.” he beamed at you. a red bump was starting to form on his head where you assumed the speaker had hit him. what a lunatic.

you immediately frowned. “stop being corny and go home!” you whisper shouted. the music had finally stopped—satoru’s thick skull must have broken the speaker—so you were trying to be mindful of your volume.

“huh?? i can’t hear you speak up.” he put his hand to his ear and looked at you expectantly. you rolled your eyes and whisper shouted again, slightly louder this time.

“go. home.”

it was his turn to frown. “what? no! i’m not leaving until you take me back. i promise, i won’t distract you from your studies anymore.”

you scoffed. “a boyfriend is a distraction by default, satoru. don’t be dense. go home, aren’t you tired?”

“tired of living without you, yeah,” he replied swiftly.

you scoffed. he was corny, yes, but the gesture was sweet. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. he didn’t necessarily do anything wrong either, he had been your sweet little himbo of a boyfriend, always there for you when you needed him.

maybe it was the fact you were exhausted. maybe it was the rose colored glasses that you definitely had on because of his rom com esque gesture. maybe it was just what’s been hiding in your heart. whatever it was, you gestured for him to come up.

his cerulean eyes widened and he grinned from ear to ear. “really?!?”

“don’t make me regret it,” you grumped.

he scurried off the lawn, and headed up, leaving his speaker behind. when he got your door, he practically suffocated you with a bear hug. you hugged him back, relishing in his warmth.

“i missed you. i love you.” he whispered into your hair. you couldn’t help but smile at his confession.

“i missed you too ‘toru.” he kissed your cheek and moved to reach your lips, but you stopped him.

holding up your finger to his lips, you glared at him.

“now, can we please get some sleep?!”

He lies on his back on Alice's bed. It isn't flat since she has many thick pillows that elevate his shoulders and head when he lies on them, but he's relaxed enough that he could easily slide into a puddle of flatness. He blames it on the many blankets covering Alice's mattress. They're all so fluffy and heavy, convincing him to give into the exhaustion that he's lived with his entire life.

Robert, however, doesn't sleep just yet. His half-lidded eyes look across the room. Alice's shadow falls against the wall. It is cast by the several light bulbs attached to the perimeter of her vanity's mirror. Though she's wearing a robe and applying creams to her face, she reminds Robert of a movie star. He half-expects her to start practicing lines. Instead, she's complaining about different facets of her life. It occasionally sounds like stories, but she hits certain names with strong annoyance.

Robert is listening. It's just that he probably wouldn't be able to pass a test about this later. He's trying very hard to, at least. He blames Alice's bed for most of his problems. The other half of his problems come from how soothing her voice is, even when complaining. He supposes that's what makes her a good performer.

The shadow he's watching shrinks and widens. His brown eyes flick over to where Alice herself is. Her upper body is twisted in her chair with an arm thrown over the back. She tilts her head at him, letting one half of her face descend into cool shadows while the other is lit up in warm lights. "She's a real bitch, don't cha think?"

Robert hums in agreement despite not knowing who they're talking about. He's more preoccupied fighting a yawn. Alice laughs. He knows it's at him, but there's too much fondness for him to be offended.

Alice turns away from him. She puts her assortment of vials back into place. Rising to her feet, she removes her robe to set on a nearby hook. She, then, turns off the lights. While the bulbs go out all at once, there's a lingering redness along the metal. It's not enough light to see by, but Alice manages. The bed dips where she settles. Robert feels the blankets and pillows being adjusted for a few seconds.

And then everything stops.

Robert turns onto his side. He reaches his hand out. He touches fabric. He thinks it's her shirt, but he doesn't figure it out before she's reaching out to grab his hand with her own. Then, as before, everything stops.

A confused noise leaves Robert. Alice sighs, "Do you need a fucking night-light or some shit?" Despite her tone, sparkles of pink and blue light appear in the air above them like stars. Alice's other arm flops down onto the bed beside her. Robert's eyes dart between the sparkles and Alice. She arches a brow, "Need a lullaby, too, while we're at it?"

"What?" Robert shakes his head. "No, that's not—I just thought we were going to..."

"You thought wrong," Alice tells him, not unkindly, a bit formally. She squeezes his hand, turning onto her side to face him. "I'm not a fucking idiot. I know you just didn't want to be alone right now. You don't need to trade your body for quality time with me. I'm quite generous, if you didn't know."

She winks at him. Instead of feeling enamored by it, he just feels guilt squeeze his stomach hard enough to make him nauseous. "That wasn't what I... I didn't mean it this way. I... Did I?" Though no words leave her lips, Alice's expression is pretty telling. Robert sighs, pushing his face into the pillow like the long, soft strands will hide him from her knowing eyes. "I'm supposed to be getting better."

Alice thumps her knuckles against his forehead. "Don't be like that. You are getting better. Mindsets like that are just a pain in the ass to get out of." If Robert wanted to argue, he's forced into silence by Alice snapping her fingers. The sparkles disappear, letting the room fade back into darkness. It isn't as oppressive with Alice's hand in his own and her breath so close. "And it's not like we're going to feed it, so just go to sleep now. I'll be here in the morning."

Their whole account is literally just stolen works, no matter how far you scroll. I wanted to share this on here in case one doesn't know what's going on, even if that account doesn't gain followers or attention. I'll post some of the screenshots I took and tag 2 writers i remember the name of. They're not only posting fics ablut sukuna tho, i've found some of Gojo as well.

Do people think that Malevola isn't aggressive as all fuck and does shit that makes Robert uncomfortable? Did no one remember she tried to kill Invisigal? What about all the Visi did? Even Blazer pushed it quite a bit with watching Robert change and being his boss and even changing into a dress in front of him, for fuck sake lol. Coupé is on thin ice because she does treat others rather harshly exclusively unless you DON'T cut her from the team.

Prism reflects what is given to her. If you're mean and insult her (like Robert calling her Cardi C), she's gonna reflect it right back. And why the HELL are some people so bent on making Robert take Prism's place as Flambae's best friend?! It makes no sense to how feral Robert is as a human being!

Flambae and Prism take Robert to the boardwalk.

I finally got to draw Prism!!! I mostly draw Flambert and I love them but Prism is my actual favorite character lol. I have another drawing of her that I'm working on as well. Also, as a little easter egg - Flambae's tattoo represents a phoenix and he and Robert have matching rings! :) (Robert's can be seen in the photo Prism is taking).

I recieved a lot of love for my Scary Movie Dispatch drawing and I'm so grateful!!! The pose for this is actually from Shameless, I couldn’t help myself.

sshhhh he's exactly where he wants to be (2/10?) 💫🤖

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