#voicemails

[rishiimaa]

Satoru Gojo sat on the edge of his bed, the dim light of his room casting long shadows across the walls. His phone was in his hand, a small device that now felt heavy as a stone. One by one, he played the voicemails, his wife’s laughter filling the room, her voice warm and familiar.

“Hey, love,” Y/N’s voice chimed. “Don’t forget to pick up C/N after practice. She’s excited to show you her new tricks—she’s getting good, you know?”

Satoru chuckled softly, his heart aching at the sound. Then came the voicemail from his daughter, C/N, her small voice bright with innocence.

“Dad! Guess what? I won today! Can we have ice cream later? Mom says yes, but only if you say yes too!”

The room felt so full in that moment, as though they were still there, still waiting for him. But the reality of the empty bed beside him, the eerie stillness of the house, brought him back to the cold truth: neither of them was there.

A chill crawled up his spine. Where were they? Satoru stood up, scanning the quiet room, his confusion growing. It wasn’t like them to be gone like this, without a word. His eyes darted to the hallway, but there was no sound, no soft footsteps, no laughter echoing through the home.

“Y/N? C/N?” His voice cracked slightly, the unease starting to seep into his chest. He moved quickly through the house, checking the kitchen, the living room, every corner where they might be hiding, waiting with their teasing smiles. But there was only silence.

Panic gripped him. He rushed outside, into the rain that had begun to fall softly, the cold droplets hitting his skin. He didn’t even grab a jacket—just his slippers, his shirt, and his sweats. His breath quickened as he sprinted down the street, calling out their names into the night.

“Y/N! C/N!” He shouted, his voice growing hoarse as the rain pelted harder, drenching him as he ran. His feet pounded the wet pavement, slipping occasionally, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. His heart was racing, a frantic drum in his chest, pushing him forward. Something was wrong—he knew it now. Every instinct screamed that he needed to find them, now.

It wasn’t until he reached the cemetery, his slippers soaked and muddied, that his legs faltered. His breath caught in his throat as two headstones came into view, side by side, their inscriptions barely visible in the downpour.

His legs moved on their own, his body numb as he approached the graves. His vision blurred, but not from the rain. The names etched into the stone tore through him like a blade: Y/N Gojo and C/N Gojo, his wife and his daughter.

“No…” Satoru whispered, his voice barely audible. But as he sank to his knees, his fingers trembling over the wet stones, the memories came crashing back all at once.

October 31st. Shibuya. Y/N and C/N had gone out to shop, just another day, just another errand. But then—curses. A flood of them, tearing through the city like a storm of death and destruction. Satoru had been there—he’d fought, he’d saved countless lives—but not fast enough. Not for them.

He remembered the sight of Y/N and C/N, their bodies entwined even in death, his wife’s arms wrapped tightly around their daughter, shielding her even as they died. Their last moments had been together, and the last thing he heard that day was the sound of their screams—their final scream, drowned in terror, cut short before he could reach them.

He had gotten there, but too late. He was always too late.

Now, as the rain fell heavier, soaking him to his core, Satoru sat by their graves. The world felt distant, blurred around the edges, like a cruel dream he couldn’t wake from. The silence he once feared was now the only thing that stayed with him—the silence of a house that would never again hear their voices.

He covered his face, his chest heaving with sobs that ripped through him, the grief that had been buried for too long finally breaking free. He sobbed loudly, the sound raw and anguished, filling the cold, empty night. There was no one to hear him—no one left.

For all his strength, all his power, he had been helpless in the end. He couldn’t save the two people who mattered most. And now, they were gone. Truly gone. The silence, the emptiness—it wasn’t a nightmare. It was reality.

As the rain fell, Satoru finally accepted the truth: he was alone. Completely, utterly alone. His world had ended on that day, with the sound of his family’s screams. The memories flooded back, vivid and unrelenting, until there was nothing left to fight against.

The strongest sorcerer, sat broken at their graves, the weight of their absence crushing him, and for the first time, he couldn’t stand back up.

Sorry guys, yes, I know I’m messed up for this

[phos-phorus]

I’m in a good mood so here’s another little thingy I wrote.

Not entirely satisfied with it but I hope you guys enjoy nonetheless!

Retired Kimi hears about Seb crashing at a race nearby. Panicking he makes his way to the track and tries to call him but for obvious reasons he’s always ending up at Seb’s voicemail.

Voicemail 1:

[16:23]

Kimi: "Seb, it's Kimi. I just heard about the accident. Where are you? Please call me back. I'm on my way."

Voicemail 2:

[16:23]

Kimi: "Seb, it's urgent. Are you alright? Let me know what's going on. Call me back as soon as you can."

Voicemail 3:

[16:25]

Kimi: “Seb, this is Kimi again. I’m on my way to you. Stay calm, buddy. We’ll sort this out. Just let me know where you are.”

Voicemail 4:

[16:31]

Kimi: "Seb, please pick up. I need to hear your voice. I'm almost there. Hang in there."

Voicemail 5:

[16:35]

Kimi: "Seb, it's Kimi. I'm at the track now. Seb, please pick up. I’m getting worried here. Let me know you’re okay. Please.”

Voicemail 6:

[16:37]

Kimi: "Seb, I see the crash site. Are you okay? The team won’t tell me anything. Please answer me, Seb."

Voicemail 7:

[16:40]

Kimi: "Seb, it's Kimi. Help is on the way. They won’t let me go with you in the ambulance. Stay with me, buddy."

Voicemail 8:

[17:38]

Kimi: "Seb, I’m at the hospital. They still won’t tell me if you’re okay. Please talk to me. I’ll wait here."

Voicemail 9:

[20:13]

Kimi: “It’s me again. They won’t tell me how you’re doing and they won’t let me see you as well. I’ll stay and wait. Please call me back”

Voicemail 10:

[01:17]

Kimi: "Seb, they send me home. Didn’t want to but the doc said you're going to be alright. Just focus on getting better. I’ll try to be there when you wake up. See you soon."

End of voicemails.

Voicemail 1:

[06:24]

Sebastian: “I’m all right. Don’t know if I can say the same about you. The doctor told me you were pacing up and down the hallway all night so I hope you sleep well. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Voicemail 2:

[06:25]

Sebastian: “And please bring me a good coffee. The ones from the hospital suck”

End of voicemails.

[fromthecageof-broker]

I swear to the seer that most of you anons are phucking insane.

-B

[destinyc1020]

My gosh.... these voicemails are so heartbreaking.... 😭🥺😥

BTW....Idk how these flight attendants could stay so calm....I would have freaked out and been rocking in a corner somewhere on the plane.... They were saying the plane got hijacked so calmly.... I'd be crying, throwing up, and having a legit anxiety attack and mental breakdown by that point. 😭😭😫��

[absentia-if]

Thank you all so much for responding to my question! As a thank you, I decided to make a mock-up of what an M-Voicemail will be like. I hope you enjoy!

“I-I don’t know why I keep doing this. It’s not like you’re ever going to hear these.” A sardonic laugh crackles across the speakers. “Even if I would give my own life for you to be able to. To have you actually answer these calls: to hear you voice, even if you’d probably scold me for getting this drunk.” There’s a beat of silence, before words come forth once more at lower register. “It’s the only way to cope sometimes, you know? To drink this much. It helps me forget the pain for a little bit because I can sometimes make myself believe that you’re still here. That you’ll be calling me in the morning to lecture me about the importance of my health. I’ll tell you hangovers are much worse when paired with heartache—“

It’s clear they try to laugh, make a joke, but the pain strewn within each syllable is like a punch to the gut.

“I think I do it to punish myself. I know it’s going to be painful tomorrow, even if I won’t remember why exactly, and I know it’s going to hurt like losing you all over again, but I can’t stop. I’m hurting for the both of us because you can’t do so anymore. I’m punishing myself because I wasn’t there when you needed me most, and I’m sorry.”

Another beat of silence.

“But, most of all, I’m punishing myself for being a coward. For never telling you what you deserved to hear. I’m sorry, MC, for everything, and I wish, more than anything, you were here right now for me to say it to your face…”

[sycamore-labs]

I love how your pfp and your latest post have the same facial expression

i blacked out and he was on my ipad

[allthebestscreennamesaregone63]

The homoerotic tension between me and the voicemails I haven't deleted yet is unreal

[postsecretsalone]

One of the saved voicemails on my phone is from someone who ended up tragically passing away. I found it in my deleted messages and am so glad it never got permanently deleted throughout the years. I hope it stays on my phone forever, it is the only thing I have where I can hear him saying my name 🤍

[grouchydairy]

It got better with practice, with little rewards sprinkled in between. Recruiting older adults is such a pleasant thing to do. Do you know what your voicemails sound like? Well, whatever it is, it’s never going to be as cool as voicemails recorded by the older generation.

#RealTalk

[imxthexhandler]

Clint: "I'm going to hijack a helicopter and airlift two dozen dogs out of this house on 43rd Street that isn't taking care of them. Their illegal stuff should negate my illegal stuff, right???"

Nat: "I'm kind of worried about the number of agents looking at my butt these days. It's not that I care that their attention is on it but they're willing to get caught looking... am I less scary than I used to be? Should I intimidate them more?"

Steve: "You don't need to dramatically rescue me or anything, but if you could call me in half an hour so that I have an excuse to get out of the meeting with that senator, that would be fantastic."

Tony: "What do you mean SHIELD doesn't need hovercrafts? Everyone needs hovercrafts in their life."

( @bokketo)

YOU HAVE FOUR NEW VOICE MESSAGES.

Amelia held in a sigh. For the past two-and-a-half hours, she'd been stuck going over the Avengers' expense reports for S.H.I.E.L.D. related missions, and it'd been a headache.

She hadn't even had a chance to eat breakfast yet, and it was near one in the afternoon. What started as a dull ache at her temple now felt like a sharp icicle stabbing her through her left eye.

Now, she was back in her office, her coffee cold, and four new messages on her phone.

"Okay, might as well get started..." she mumbled and sighed before hitting play and putting it on speaker while she worked the Keurig she had in her office.

She almost dropped her mug when she heard Barton's message, spinning around and marching back to her desk where her phone laid, yelling at it, "Are you kidding me?"

She wasn't even gone for a whole day! How did this happen?

She picked up her office phone, already dialing Clint's cell number when Natasha's message played.

At that point, Amelia sighed. Oh great. Now, she was going to have to rein in Nat before she terrorized the new recruits into quitting.

"What next?" she grumbled.

Of course, she had to ask.

"Captain?" she whined before groaning. "Jesus, please tell me he didn't go on a lecture that's being shared on YouTube..." she mumbled under her breath, getting more exasperated and frustrated as her call to the infamous Hawkeye went to the voicemail.

"Damnit, Barton," she growled, dialing again. If that archer just thought he could ignore her and she'd go away!...

...And then Tony mentioned the hovercrafts.

Oh no. What did that mean? What was he planning?

AND WHY THE FRAK WAS CLINT NOT ANSWERING HIS PHONE?!

She was debating whether or not to try him for a third time, call to try and see if she could get Steve to calmly leave the meeting, tell Nat to rein it in and not scare the newbies too badly, or if she needed to call Tony to tell him to stop ordering things on the S.H.I.E.L.D. expense account or tamper with S.H.I.E.L.D. property and technology to develop new 'toys', when her office phone rang this time.

"Davidson," she answered.

"Hi, Agent Davidson. The Deputy Director has requested you to meet her at her office. Immediately," came the smooth voice of Maria Hill's secretary.

She gritted her teeth, forcing a smile as she replied politely, "Yes, ma'am, I'll be right there." She hung up the call, almost screaming in frustration.

"...I have not had enough coffee for this..." she mumbled under her breath then sighed again.

"Well...better get back to work..."

[fromthecageof-broker]

Comfy C:

-B

[destinyc1020]

😭🥺

[sycamore-labs]

Hey, I was wondering if there's any new invites for the PerfectWorld Server if it's still up? The invite from the original post has expired.

hey there! you may have sent this to the wrong blog, i’ve never heard of this server + don’t host any :-p unless i rb’d a post about it and don’t remember it (which is very likely)

either way, i hope you find what you’re looking for!

[avaestellejournal]

April 27, 2010

April 27, 2010 Tuesday Sunday: I went over to Gregory’s house after having lunch with my family. When I got there he was on his computer with his fantasy baseball team. I sat on my phone. After a while his mom told him to get off the computer and do something. So, we went into his room, and I listened to him play guitar for a while. It was really flipping boring. We went for a walk in the…

[genuinegirl]

Something so poignant about voicemails. I have some from my cousin, who told me he called because we haven't talked in a while. I have one from my best friend, from my mom, my dad. Being able to listen back to something that mattered years ago. Listening to them say they love me. What a beautiful thing :)