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I’m being forced to watch soul eater against my will (not really, I love my gf (also it’s really good so far so I don’t care))

"so pretty, 'toru."

he's like putty in your hands. eyes drooped low as he gazes up at you, he mumbles something unintelligible through cheeks squished by the hands that cup his hands. he wouldn't dare move to make himself coherent, though. moving any of the long limbs wrapped around your like a koala would be more offending than his students calling him old.

(you've seen plenty of that firsthand.)

but here, in the comfort of your shared space, he's not a teacher. he's not a sorcerer, or the shoulders that carry jujutsu excellence, or the strongest. here, with the window cracked just a bit to let in the night breeze and the blankets fresh out of the dryer warm on his skin... he's just 'toru. hopelessly loved by you to the furthest corner of his domain and beyond.

you can't help but smile as he drifts further and further into sleep in your hands, lids falling closed for a brief second before fluttering halfway open again. it's almost like a little game at this point. how long will he last this time?

and as if on cue, you mumble with him—"'m not tired, just restin' my eyes."

you giggle when he looks up to glare at you halfheartedly, expression already slipping into fondness as you stroke your thumbs against his cheeks in calming circles. you watch in real time as he sags into open adoration. your certain he can hear your heart fluttering around inside your ribcage.

"my heart," he manages to sigh between drawn out yawns. "everything i do is for you. because of you. and the kids, and.."

"if i could turn your brain off for the next few hours, i would," you muse in return, smiling when he gives you a knowing look. pale eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones before he burrows his face into your neck. you move easily, petting through his hair. "but you're appreciated, 'ru."

your voice lowers to a whisper. "if not by anyone, then by me. always going to be in your corner. always."

he doesn't respond. not verbally, anyway. but as his shoulders finally give way to exhaustion and his body leans against yours, the ghost of a kiss brushed against your jawline is as much as a thank you as it would have been shouted from the top of the world.

Satoru has the most endearing habit of “borrowing” your chapstick, your lip tint, whatever you happen to be wearing on your lips that day. He doesn’t care about the color or the flavor; he just loves the way it keeps his lips soft. But, of course, Satoru being Satoru, he has his own special way of "applying" it.

Instead of using it himself, he prefers to steal it straight from your lips, pressing soft, fleeting kisses against them whenever he gets the chance. A quick peck when you’re focused on something, a much more affectionate one when he’s feeling extra needy - you don't mind a bit of tongue, do you? Each time, he hums in thought, rolling his lips together as if trying to guess the flavor.

"Mm… strawberry?" He grins. "No, wait - cherry. Ah, I see. Trying to be extra sweet today, huh?"

You can't help the giggles that bubble up, your cheeks warm from smiling too much. You swat at him lightly, but he only laughs, pulling you into a snug embrace, holding you captive for more stolen kisses. Adoring the way you get flustered, cherishing every moment - because to him, any excuse to kiss you again and again is a perfect one.

hc that gojo satoru is a TERRIBLE cook but when it comes to baking?? bro could open a dessert shop.

"Satoru, what the fuck did you do now?" You mumble, trudging into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you're rudely awoken by the smell of something burning.

"I dont know, babe, I was trynna make scrambled eggs and then the eggs just didnt.... scramble," he whines, a pout on his lips as he turns around to face you, spatula in hand. Or what was left of the spatula... because this man had somehow managed to melt it.

"Toru. Is the spatula melted."

"....No?" he trails off, as you both stare at the clearly misshapen plastic horror that he's holding.

You just sigh, throwing your head back in exasperation. "How the fuck did you even manage that?"

"Girl, I dont know! I followed the tutorial step by step, I SWEAR!" He exclaims, eyes wide as he points frantically to his phone, currently propped up on the kettle, open to a Youtube video on how to make scrambled eggs.

"I'm crying - THERE'S NO WAY you needed a tutorial for scrambled eggs. And you still managed to fuck it up. Oh my god, this is too good." Your laughter is nothing short of diabolical, while he just stands there with the biggest pout on his face.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT?? The eggs just stopped egging, I'm telling you."

You just stare at him, deadpan. "I'm banning you from cooking. Officially. For the rest of our lives. I'm declaring this a Satoru Gojo-free kitchen,"

"HUH?? But babeeeee, what if I wanna make you breakfast in bedddd." Sigh. What a whiny bitch.

"You can order it. I don't trust your culinary skills."

Before he could protest, the sound of a timer rings out, and Satoru visibly perks up, rushing towards the oven. "Yesss, they're ready. Fucking finallyyy!!" He all but shouts in victory.

Your mouth drops open in absolute shock when he pulls out a tray of the most perfect, golden-brown croissants you've ever seen, flaky layers stacked with precision. You stare at him like he just grew a second head. "B-but you... eggs - not scrambled. Plastic melted... What the fuck." You splutter head darting back and forth between the disaster on the stove and the miracle in Satoru's hands.

"How do you suck at cooking the most basic thing, but you can bake like a fucking Parisian pattisier?"

Your menace of a boyfriend just shrugs, placing a croissant on a plate and handing it to you like he didn't just give you whiplash. "Croissant?"

(You devoured more than half of the tray.)

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drama queen

(how could I not love him?)

I close my eyes, hoping that I don't come off contentious

I'm yelling, "Father, did I finally get it right? Everything I did was selfless. I spoke freely when the people needed me, I helped them. I didn't gloat, even told 'em, 'No', when the vultures came. Took control of my fleshly body when the money changed."

Son, you do well, but your heart is closed. I can tell residue that linger from your past creates itself. "Father, I'm not perfect, I got urges, but I hold 'em down." But your pride has to die. "Okay, Father, Show me how."

Tell me every deed that you done and what you do it for. "I kept one hundred institutions paid," Okay, tell me more. "I put one hundred hoods on one stage," Okay, tell me more. "I'm tryna push peace in L.A." But you love war. "No, I don't," Oh, yes, you do "Okay, then tell me the truth."

Every individual is only a version of you, How can they forgive when there's no forgiveness in your heart? "I could tell you where I'm going"

I could tell you who you are. You fell out of Heaven 'cause you was anxious- Didn't like authority, only searched to be heinous. Isaiah 14 was the only thing that was prevalent.

-Kendrick Lamar ; reincarnated

clan rival! satoru who was raised to see everyone as nothing more than an obstacle, their name was as old as the history books itself, a reminder that no one could ever stand on the same side as him.

clan rival! satoru who looks at you like you're beneath him, like your very existence is a nuisance, a Zen'in—nothing more than a name added to the list he was raised to crush beneath his heel.

clan rival! satoru who never misses a chance to belittle you, his voice dripping with mockery whenever he calls you by your last name, making sure you never forget that to him, you are nothing more than another enemy.

clan rival! satoru who has been competing with you the moment you started training your jujutsu techniques, from who could expel a curse faster to who could land the first punch. Because losing to you was never an option.

clan rival! satoru who’s always been one step ahead of you, smirking across the school grounds training hall, taunting you with his insufferable arrogance, making you want to carve that stupid grin right off his face.

clan rival! satoru who doesn’t hesitate to fight you, but something about it feels less like war and more like a dance—one that neither of you can bring yourselves to end.

clan rival! satoru who tenses when you lean in after defeating him, your voice taunting him as your fingers gripped his chin just hard enough to bruise as you whispered in his ear, “Aw, you said you were the strongest? That’s cute.” He scoffs, but his ears burn red.

clan rival! satoru who would rather die than admit he respects you, so instead, his words were sharp as a blade, cutting you down at every opportunity, watching to see if he can finally make you break.

clan rival! satoru who should want nothing more than to see you fall—instead, he finds himself watching you too closely, focusing the way you move, memorizing your little mannerisms, the way you glare at him like he’s one of the curses you’d like to exorcise.

clan rival! satoru who hates you. Not because his elders taught him to, but because you never back down. Hates the way you make his blood rush hotter than it should. Hates that no matter how many times he tries to put you in your place—he can never get you out of his head.

clan rival! satoru who grew up alongside you, from kids to powerful sorcerers, yet somehow it never stopped being you versus him. But each mission when the stakes got higher and every battle was bloodier than the last, he starts to wonder—does he really hate you, or has he been afraid of losing you all along?

Watching a scary movie with Sukuna and he just laughs when you suggest the idea- only to end up with his 7+ foot self laying on your lap, your hands in his pink hair, trying not to cackle as the king of curses flinches at every cheap sound effect.

i love london

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My first advice to anyone that wants to start posting fanfics is to never let the “big and popular” blogs intimidate you

Never let them hold whatever power they think they hold against anyone who’s new to the community!!!!! They’re just people who happen to be in the community for long enough to be known by many. But they are not special or better than anyone, they’re just as much of a writer as you are, and they should not be the “president” of any fandom.

I’ve seen a lot of people do this shit when I was starting out in 2021. I never realized it before but now I do and it’s so fucking weird !!!

So many new writing blogs look up to their favorite writers, yet so many of those favorite writers turn out to be assholes and big time haters to the new writers. NEVERRRRR let anyone in the community tell you how to set up your aesthetics for your blog or your posts just because the known blogger has theirs the same way, never let them tell you to not write a certain way, never let them tell you to not like a certain character, never let them know what you plan to write no matter how small or big the idea is THEY WILL TAKE IT!!! Some people are just really fucking miserable and hate to see anyone new to the community gain love and support so quickly.

This is not a made up. This is real shit that happens and has happened to me when I was actively posting on multiple fandoms on different blogs.

Be your own person and do not let anyone intimidate you !!! Block them left and right if you have to, they’ll be mad and talk shit but you’ll be safe in your space with the people who support you.

if i’m ever brutally murdered and everyone feels like they need to do something productive in my memory, all i want is for you to pass legislation banning LED headlights in my name. regardless of how irrelevant it is to my murder. it’s relevant to my heart.

Inspired by "Obsession" fanfic by EvolvingCatFish

Best friend!Gojo always called you by cute lil’ nicknames - always. Everything from “pipsqueak” to “loser” to “sweetheart”, and if they made you all flustered then even better.

Best friend!Gojo doesn’t correct anyone who assumes you two are dating because of that- he would absolutely nod at the old lady at the supermarket who playfully told him it was rude to call his girlfriend a loser. “So true, ma’am, but my sweetheart is so cute when she gets mad at me so I simply must.”

Best friend!Gojo almost doesn’t even ask you out - he just calls you his one day. In the most casual, domestic setting - a little “can you pass me the napkin, my girl?” And that was that, you could be called any nickname in the world; but most importantly it was his. 

Reading the same fanfic every 5 hours

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