#i just overwhelmed myself for the morning

[cherryblessing]

📎— TO LOVE.

SATORU & SUGURU × GN!reader

—GOJO SATORU

``to be loved by you feels like stepping out after the rain, the air hushed, the sky a tender gray. your eyes, like trembling leaves, catch the droplets of a passing storm, each one a mirror— tiny worlds where i see myself reflected, always cradled in your everything.``

To be loved by Gojo Satoru feels like curling up on the couch after a long day, your head resting against his chest as the soft glow of the TV flickers across the room. The movie playing is something ridiculous—so bad it’s good—but neither of you is paying much attention.

Satoru’s laugh fills the space, bright and carefree, as he makes snarky comments about the plot, his voice dipping into exaggerated tones to mimic the absurd dialogue.

You can feel the vibration of his laughter against your cheek, a quiet reminder of just how alive he is. His arm is draped around your shoulders, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns on your skin, and for once, there’s no urgency, no chaos, just the gentle rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his body against yours.

Every so often, Satoru turns his head to look at you—not with the sharp, calculating gaze the world knows him for, but something softer, almost boyish. There’s something grounding in the way he watches you, as if you’re the only thing that matters in this moment, the only thing he wants to see.

When he leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head, it’s as casual as it is tender. “You’re not even watching,” Satoru teases, his voice low and warm.

“I am,” you lie, but it doesn’t matter, because neither is he.

His arm tightens around you, pulling you closer until you can hear the steady beat of his heart. It’s a sound that feels safe, refreshing, like stepping outside after a storm and breathing in the crisp, clean air. The rest of the world falls away, leaving just the two of you in this tiny bubble of peace and silliness.

And somehow, in that simplicity, there’s everything. The way Satoru holds you, so effortlessly, makes you feel cradled in something bigger than yourself—like even in his most unguarded moments, he’s giving you a piece of infinity. His love isn’t loud or overwhelming right now; it’s in the quiet gestures, the way he doesn’t move even though his arm is probably falling asleep, the way his thumb brushes against your shoulder without him even realizing it.

To be loved by Gojo Satoru is to find that even in the most ordinary moments, he has a way of making you feel extraordinary. It’s the safety of his warmth, the way he makes you laugh, the way he looks at you like you’re the best part of his life. It’s messy, imperfect, and utterly human. And as he starts pointing out yet another ridiculous plot hole in the movie, you can’t help but smile, because being here with him feels like home.

—GETO SUGURU

``to be loved by you feels like moonlight spilling through fractured walls, its silver touch stitching shadows with light. in the stillness of midnight, your voice carries like the first bird's song, gentle but insistent— a herald of dawn, softening the horizon. the sun breaks, and i see you there, shining just as fierce, just as constant.``

To be loved by you feels like sitting under the shade of a tree after a day that’s drained all the strength from Geto Suguru’s body. The morning’s training still lingers in his every muscle, a dull ache that he would normally ignore, but today he doesn’t have to. Not with you here. The warmth of your presence takes the edge off, softening the harshness of the day in a way nothing else can.

Suguru watches as you pull out the lunch you’ve prepared for him, your hands moving with the quiet confidence he’s come to admire. The dappled sunlight filters through the leaves above, flickering across your face, and for a moment, he forgets the ache in his shoulders or the heaviness in his chest. You hand him a neatly packed box, and he takes it, your fingers brushing for the briefest moment.

The first bite is simple but satisfying, a kind of care he hasn’t allowed himself to believe he deserves.

“This is good,” Suguru murmurs, his voice quieter than he intended. There’s a fleeting vulnerability in the way he says it, his words tinged with the unspoken realization that someone took the time to do this for him.

“Really good.”

You laugh softly, and it makes him pause. The sound is gentle, cutting through the quiet like a thread of moonlight slipping through fractured walls. It doesn’t demand attention—it simply exists, constant and steady, much like you. It’s in moments like these that Suguru wonders if you realize the weight you lift from him just by being here.

“You always forget to eat properly after training,” you tease lightly, and the corner of Suguru’s mouth lifts in a rare, unguarded smile. “So I figured I’d help you out.”

“Help me out, huh?” Suguru repeats, his tone laced with faint amusement, but his gaze is soft as it rests on you. There’s a kind of peace in your presence that Suguru hasn’t found anywhere else—a quiet understanding that feels like stepping into the stillness of midnight and hearing the first bird’s song, a herald of something brighter.

As he leans back against the tree, Suguru finds himself watching you more than eating. The way your eyes light up as you talk about something small, the way the sunlight catches in your hair, the way you look at him—not with pity, but with something fierce and unshakable. You remind him of the sun breaking over the horizon, shining just as constant, just as fierce, and he doesn’t know if he’s ready for it. But he knows he doesn’t want it to stop.

“Thank you,” Suguru says, his voice quiet but certain. The words feel heavier than they should, carrying more than just gratitude for the meal. Maybe he’s thanking you for more—for the way you soften the edges of his life, for the way you make him feel like he’s allowed to have moments like this.

To be loved by you, Suguru realizes, is to be held in a light that doesn’t waver, even when everything else feels broken. It’s constant, unrelenting, and impossibly kind. And for the first time in what feels like forever, Suguru allows himself to lean into it.

all writing, including poems are my own.

©cherryblessing.2024

[the---hermit]

25|11|2024

Today was quite busy and I have tomorrow is going to be even busier. I spent the entire morning out, first to my therapy appointment, and then running errands and getting a couple of christmas gifts (I did get the house in the cerulean sea for my brother's partner in the end, and I really hope she'll enjoy it, and for my bestie i found a very pretty edition of the yellow wall paper and other stories and I am quite confident on the fact that she'll like it). I was happy to find out a graphic novel I have been eyeing for years just got printed as a paperback, so of course I got that for myself. I am super excited to get to it once I finish my current read. A friend recommended it to me a good while back and I really trust his bookish recommendations. I also really needed therapy this month, it felt like getting a weight off my shoulders to be honest, the past few weeks have been quite overwhelming and it was good to talk things through.

today's productivity:

read first thing in the morning

therapy session (taking care of your mental health is productivity, and i am going to fight anyone who disagrees)

ran errands and got christmas gifts

reorganized the cart I have near my desk

started rereading and rewriting the second set of notes for my history of political institutions class

📖: The Adventures Of Amina Al Sirafi

🎵: Scorpio by TROY (I have honestly been listening to some of his songs a lot in the past few months and this new one is a banger, I am obsessed with his voice)

[weather-phenomenon]

i need to fuck smth up so bad rn omg

[strawglicks]

u dont get how crazy i am about the new trailer for the firesetter plushies .

the animation is so cool it makes me so giddy and happy i absolutely adore the animations in this game tbh they look so great and expressive and theyve gotten so good in recent times, esp with that new update a couple months back

ANYWAY i like a lot of the little details . like how graham perks up seeing flint and then turning around to let his BF have the spotlight .. FLINT SLIDING INTO FRAME HAS REARRANGED MY WHOLE BRAIN i assure you ive forgotten important life facts bc flint sliding into frame is taking up that space in my mind . i adore it sm they actually look bold and confident for once . i am so used to their nervous and timid characterization that it makes me so happy to see them genuinely confident. and graham being confident the whole time and enjoying himself in the spotlight but then moving aside to make room for flint . AUGHH.

ALSO. this is the first time we're really seeing flint with his bass in ACTION, in ANIMATION. the only thing we had before this was that one image Mailman (a crew member) made and now we really get to see it in action .

i assume the trailer isnt like. a canon event. but its still all cool and i like the details :] its fun to look way deeper than what it actually is. which is. just a trailer LMAO

[ofmdee]

lazy sunday antics 🔞

[likedaylighht]

Reminding myself constantly that I’m a real tough kid and I can handle my shit

[huntershowl-moving]

do y’all ever find yourselves like, structuring/regulating your excitability because you don’t want people to think you’re too much GFKSHDJD

[fridayyy-13th]

wow. not even a week into college and i'm already behind on work. fucking lovely.

[janiedean]

two episodes of nervous crying your brains out for longer than one hour in the span of three days were not in my bingo card for 2024 when I graduated ten years ago and I would like to frankly get the fuck over myself

[packedice]

i cant stop crying for the past hour today is such a shitty day for romeo and esme you guys

[charliesinfern0]

sniffle :(

[vullcanica]

Are you normal or do you also use your queue (set to one post at some weird hour) as another separate drafts box that's less overwhelming than your actual drafts??

[gay-fordeath]

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[barley-st-band]

hey does anyone know how we’re supposed to survive it all. asking for a friend

[asimplearchivist]

Oookay, here we go again!🥰

Per the schedule posted in my pinned/navigation, I have the next chapters for Promises Kept Constellations, and That Poison Reconciliation queued for post in the next three Sundays, but I don’t know what to focus on for the following week.

[ittybittybumblebee]

i tend to struggle with believing like neurodivergency about myself often when i dont feel like i struggle enough. but i always reference in my head these times where im doing quite well in between the hard stuff. and when im doing quite well its always when im left to my own devices to do what i want. when im doing bad im very overwhelmed by stuff that makes me stressed that i Have to do

and i know this is common but sometimes its hard to contextualize in your own life you know. you have your own nuance thats different from other peoples. your own experiences can be generally common but are also quite specific