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"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.

◤BLEACH WORLD◢

CAPTAIN KUCHIKI RUKIA ver.

Sukuna having no clue on how to propose so you just randomly wake up one day with an engagement ring on your finger.

And you're just so confused and panicking and when Sukuna wakes up next to you and grumbles "You're being too loud, wife-to-be." you are even more thrown off.

"T-This isn't how you're supposed to do it!"

"And if I did it any other way, you would have still said yes."

"Well... yes. But that's not that point—!"

You can never win against this guy.

i love london

take the blue line

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.

Sabrina Carpenter x Short n’ Sweet Tour

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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