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[sahlesummerhill]

[nadacarcan]

my drafts keep growing…

[quietlyclearwellness]

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[leefelixsgaybestie]

rewatching JJK and watching Satoru interact with his students is really cute and I love seeing how much he cares about them - even if it isn't always obvious to them - but also there's this lingering "what the fuck do you mean people ship them" voice in the back of my head trying to fathom how people got romantic vibes from a fucking child and their mentor

[badgirlgonewild]

MASALI BADUZA for Swooon

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[sncrlynwtms]

fandom etiquette as a whole died when people who didn’t grow up on fandoms became stans during lockdown, yes, but why am i seeing people openly mocking fics on twitter. why am i seeing screenshots of fics with captions like “bro what is this 😭.” why am i seeing people mock fic writers for not knowing how sports or theater or college or any other organization operates in the real world.

“college is absolutely nothing like this” “why are we writing four people on the team scoring a hat trick in one game” “so tech work is nothing like this, hope that helps!”

if you don’t like a fic, and if you can’t suspend your belief enough to enjoy a fic that exaggerates or ignores real-world orgs, you don’t have to read it. you don’t have to screenshot it and put it on blast for twitter. you don’t have to post a link to it in the replies. the back button is literally there on your phone. it’s not giving baby’s first fandom anymore, it’s giving entitled asshole and it isn’t as cute as you think it is.

[butterlaced-deactivated20260518]

⋆.𐙚 ̊ | geto and his super busy gamer gf

suguru had been watching you for a while now.

not in a creepy way— more like a quiet, patient observation. the kind where he leans against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed, his dark eyes soft but slightly narrowed in thought. it started as mild curiosity... then it turned into gentle concern.

five hours.

five. hours.

you hadn’t moved from your spot except to snag a quick snack or mumble something unintelligible when he asked if you wanted dinner.

now, the room is dim, lit only by the glow of your screen. your face is inches away, eyes locked in fierce determination, fingers dancing across the keys with intense focus like you were defusing a bomb instead of playing a game.

suguru sighed softly, finally stepping inside. “are you… still playing that?”

no response, he edged closer. “you've been at it since this afternoon.”

just a vague hum— not even a real acknowledgment.

okay. now he's truly concerned.

he crouched beside you, gently tilting his head to catch your gaze. “hey,” he said, a little more firmly but still wrapped in that signature gentleness. “what's so important that you’ve ignored me for half the day?”

that snapped you out of it.

you blinked, like you'd been yanked from another dimension, then slowly turned to him with a strangely serious expression, “i'm building our life.”

suguru paused, brows furrowing just a touch “…what?”

you whipped your switch towards him, your eyes suddenly sparkling with uncontainable excitement, all that laser focus melting into pure joy. “look!”

on the screen was tomodachi life— and two eerily familiar miis standing side by side. one had his signature long hair tied back perfectly, even capturing that calm, thoughtful expression. the other was unmistakably you.

suguru leaned in, brows lifting in quiet surprise, "you made… us?”

“yeah,” you beamed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “but that’s not all—wait, wait, look at this.” your fingers flew across the menus with alarming speed.

“i already got us to become friends, and then best friends— took forever by the way, your mii is stubbornly independent— just like you. then i orchestrated three perfect interactions so we’d confess—”

“you what?”

“and then!” you barreled on, blissfully ignoring him, “we got together, and now I’m decorating our house.”

you finally pulled up the interior screen; a cozy haven bathed in warm lighting, dotted with lush plants and thoughtful little details that felt… uncannily accurate. bookshelves lined one wall, a low wooden table sat in the center, and the color palette? soft earth tones he'd pick in a heartbeat.

suguru went quiet, his gaze lingering.

“…you did all this in five hours?”

“i had to reset twice because the confession flopped,” you muttered, still glued to the screen. “but it’s perfect now. look— this is your side.”

you pointed eagerly, completely immersed again. but he wasn't watching the game anymore. he was watching you— the way your eyes lit up like stars, the way your voice softened with unguarded affection, the way you’d poured so much heart into this tiny digital world.

a soft exhale escaped him, something warm and fond blooming deep in his chest. “…i see.”

you glanced over, suddenly a bit self-conscious. “is it… weird?” he shook his head immediately, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. “no.” his voice dipped lower, teasing but tender. “just… a little concerning that you forgot the real me exists.”

you froze. “…oh.”

he didn’t let you spiral, though. his hand reached over, gently tapping your forehead with a feather-light touch. “i'm joking,” he murmured, his tone like velvet. “mostly.”

you pouted, cheeks puffing out adorably. “hey— this is important. i worked hard to get us together.” he hummed thoughtfully, "you could’ve just asked me, you know.”

that made you pause, a mischievous grin creeping in.

“…that's not as fun.”

a quiet chuckle rumbled from him, low and warm. "of course it isn’t.”

he leaned closer, resting his chin lightly on your shoulder, his breath a soft tickle against your neck as he glanced at the screen. “…though,” he added, voice dropping to a husky whisper, “the house is nice."

you lit up like a firework. “right?! I tried to make it feel like something we’d actually live in—”

suguru closed his eyes for a moment, letting your excited ramble wash over him like a cozy blanket. five hours, and this is what you'd been doing. not ignoring him— just building a sweet little dream of you and him somewhere else.

his arm slipped loosely around your waist, a grounding embrace that tugged you back to reality without stealing you from your game. “next time,” he murmured against your shoulder, lips brushing ever so slightly, “just include me from the start.”

you leaned into him absentmindedly, already tweaking the furniture with renewed glee.

“okay. but you have to help me pick the curtains."

“…deal.”

© 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

[maroonskiesfrvr]

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[animewhoreswrld]

fixing your crown, suguru geto݁❀pt.1 pt.2

around 1.2k wc! this can be read alone w/o reading pt.1 but i suggest you read that first! enjoy my luvs!!

boyf!sugu who would come home with a shit-ton of new hair care for the both of you. after being together for so long, doing your hair together was like a routine.

suguru knew your hair porosity, hair type and texture, and what products would work best with the help of you and a bit of research. yes, suguru did research more information about your hair.

"look doll.." suguru spoke, stepping to the side so you could see all of the hair products he splurged on. your lash filled eyes widened, lips parted wanting to say something, anything.

looking at all the different bottles made your brain hurt from trying to calculate how much money he truly spent on the items.

"you look like a baby who entered the candy store.." suguru snickered, shrugging his jacket off.

"..sugu, how much was all of this?" you muttered, slowly rising from the couch to step closer to him. "that's a silly question.."

he shrugged, his vein ridden hands smoothing out your curls. "i don't think it matters how much i spent, i got it for you, sweetheart."

boyf!sugu who surprised you with your own hair section in his bathroom! in the beginning of your relationship when you’d spend the night, there was always at least one thing you forgot.

whether that be your scarf, bonnet, moose, gel, edge brush, you always forgot something. he didn’t even tell you about it either. one day when you waltzed into his bathroom to pee, you noticed the newest creme colored organizer container.

your curiosity had always been largely, so when you pulled the box out and seen a new bonnet, scarf, edge brush, slick back brush, and other hair products, you immediately ran searching for the man himself.

“you bought me all of my hair things?” you huffed out, face extending into his personal bubble more than necessary.

he looked up from his laptop, “oh yeah, i for–“ your arms embraced suguru suddenly, almost startling him. “thank you baby, thank you so so much!”

boyf!sugu who shared a pinterest account with your—specifically for hair. hairstyles, hair products, hair routines, anything that was meant for your hair honestly.

when suguru knew you were about to do your hair/get it done he would sometimes send inspo pics that he found that he’d think you’d like. and yes, the picture were always faceless.

"uggghhh, i still don't know what to do with my haaiirrr." you whined, flopping back onto the bed right next to sugu. "did you see that picture i sent you? i think that'd look gorgeous."

he calmly spoke, attentive eyes blinking at you as he brought his heavy arm around your waist. his hand picked up his phone, showing you all the styles he’d found and added to the pinterest board.

boyf!sugu who only let you play in his hair. besides his parents and satoru's occasional roughhousing, you were the first and only person to stick your brown fingers into his thick, rich locks.

and soon after that moment, suguru made sure to never let you forget. most days, he made you brush his hair since you were extra gentle with him.

especially in the morning, my god, suguru actually needed to be pampered right after he’s finished taking care of you.

the two of you finished the hearty breakfast, provided by sugu of course, and now laid in bed cuddling. little did you know that this was all apart of his plan from the jump.

and you fell for it every time too.

lifting your shirt just enough to expose your stomach, suguru rolled over, his cheek laying on your exposed skin.

his hand that held yours slipped from your grip, "brush my hair?" he asked, propping his chin up to look at you, holding up the antique soft bristle brush that you gifted him.

you playfully smacked your lips, "you get me every single time.." halfheartedly argued, willingly snatching the brush from his hand. "s'because you love it." 5 minutes in, he was knocked out cold.

boyf!sugu who would go with you to the beauty supply! the first time you took him, honestly, you probably witnessed his culture shock in real time. but he looked so so cute doing so!

his eyes darted everywhere, looking at the mannequins with colored wigs, curly wigs, braided wigs, the packs of different color and textured hair on the walls, the hair care products, make-up and nails, jewelry, accessories. it was all too much for him.

"now you look like a baby who entered the candy store." you snickered, tugging him by his hand. you originally came to get hair and gel for your next style, but the two of you ended up staying inside of the beauty supply for an hour!

and suguru had to look up and down all of the isles, his curious mind needing to be subsided. "you get your makeup, perfume, and jewelry from here too??"

you nodded, "mhm! this is like.. heaven for black girls." lets just say, the two of you left with way more than you needed too.

boyf!sugu who made you trim his hair. he stopped going to a hairdresser once he realized how talented you and your hands were. it took too much convincing, but after the first time its been a never ending process.

"baby, it's been a while." you noted, raking your fingers through his hair, precisely manicured nails scraping against his scalp just the way he liked. "your hair is sooo lonnggg.. we need to trim your ends soon."

suguru groaned, arms tightening around your frame. "i hate sitting still f'that long. hurts my back." you softly giggled, brushing his hair from his face, "now, you're sitting still perfectly fine." this time, he smacked his lips, "mncht—you know exactly why i'm sitting perfectly still."

boyf!sugu who was always there during your hair break downs and tantrums. he hated seeing you get so worked up, especially over your gorgeous hair—something that made you so happy.

you spent all day trying to perfect a new style you seen, and no matter what you did, it never looked like the picture. by now, the tears had been flowing.

your bathroom looked a fucking mess, and so did your hair. you tried your best to stay silent, already knowing suguru would be there as soon as he heard you.

but after the second sniffle and frustrated sigh, he made his way into the bathroom. his face fell from the warm smile, faltering gaze now showcasing concern,

"oh honey.."

was all he said and all you could do was turn to him with your saddened face and fall into his chest with a defeated sob.

he caught you before you even landed, strong arms enclosing you into his hold, hands rubbing up and down your arms before moving to your back.

your cries softened, but your hands were still clenched in tight fists around his thin shirt. "i-i've been here all day,"

you hiccuped out, "my fuckin feet n arms hurt... my hair won't cooperate and i am so tired." you wailed like a child who watched their favorite toy get destroyed in front of their eyes.

“sweetheart..” suguru cooed, delicate lips leaving ever so gently kisses against your flushed brown and peach cheek and neck. he pulled your face from the tight space, thumbs steadily wiping away at your tears.

he felt his heart cracking, his pink lips turning into a frown when he seen your trembling lips pout. he softly leaned forwards, cozy lips pecking yours.

"c'mon. let's take a break, yeah? you don't need to be so worked up over your hair."

©𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘄𝗿𝗹𝗱

[cupidqt]

JJK WRITTEN WORKS MASTERLIST:

GETO

nth yet ^_^

GOJO

unauthorised peeking

NANAMI

nth yet ^_^

CHOSO

nth yet ^_^

[dkrafs]

satoru gojo with a baby who looks exactly like you.

his genes didn't even try. not a speck of white in his baby girl's hair, not a sliver of crystal blue in her eyes. she's all you—from the eyes to the nose to the laugh. good lord, satoru has been blessed by the gods.

he fell in love with her the moment the doctor handed you the little bundle of joy. and when he first carried her? you just laugh at the way he almost melts to the floor.

everytime he gets home from missions, he goes straight to where you're playing with mini you. his daughter giggles upon seeing her dad. he crashes on top of the two of you, careful not to squish neither of you. first and foremost, he kisses you. then, the baby. then back to you, then back to her—it goes on and on until you go and tell him to shower.

at night when your daughter makes a fuss, it's satoru who gets up and soothes her. he carries her over to your shared room, lays her in the space between, and talks to her about anything—his latest mission, his students, her big brother megumi, how the two of you met, his bestfriend suguru, her uncle nanami, her aunt shoko.

all the while, his baby listens earnestly, eyes wide and curious like yours. she even responds sometimes! no, she can't talk yet, but she's already a good listener.

"maybe we should take you to see uncle suguru. do you miss him? who do you miss more, him or papa?"

"ah."

"there's only one answer to that. why are you hesitating?" he pokes her cheek, and holds back the urge to bite and chomp.

"ba.."

"papa? yes! that's right. you miss papa more, right?"

"ma!"

satoru gasps dramatically, "mama? you're already with her 24/7!" your baby grins, and he's in awe by how much of you he sees in her.

he picks her up with ease, and settles her on top of him. he glances at your sleeping form, "you look like your mom, you know?"

your baby also glances at you, one hand reaching out before satoru grabs her little wrist and holds it to his chest. "mama's sleeping. she's tired, we need to let her rest."

your daughter babbles, "ma-ma-ma."

"yes, mama. you look like mama. that means you're also pretty and beautiful." he kisses her cheek.

"pi. pi!"

satoru nods in understanding, acting like your baby just said something revolutionary. "yes. pretty. that's you," he pinches her nose, she huffs. "and mama. my pretty girls."

"when you grow up, you need to marry someone who'll preach your beauty like how i do to your mom, okay? never date a boy who doesn't tell you how beautiful you are every passing day." satoru whispers, eyes locked onto an identical pair to yours.

his daughter only yawns in response, dropping her head into his sternum. satoru adjusts her so she's laying on her back in the middle of you two. instinctively, your baby wiggles around, searching for your warmth in her sleep. satoru only sighs with a smile. what a velcro baby he's raising.

from jade: self-indulgent dad gojo fic bcuz im ovulating and im sleepy and i got crazy baby fever from spending a few days at my aunt's and her two month old baby boy and i also wrote this instead of stressing out over my groupworks so enjoy tehe

[purrtoru]

satoru doesn’t realize just how tall he is. . . "( – ⌓ – )

tall boyfriend perks are really good.

he reaches everything. top shelves, high cabinets, that one lightbulb you swore you’d get to later— done in seconds, no stool needed.

he doubles as your personal ladder and your built-in heater. you’re basically wrapped in a walking blanket 24/7.

but the cons?

he takes up space without meaning to, and the fact he already loves manspreading whenever doesn’t help at all.

it’s as if everything has gotten smaller. that’s the only logical explanation. because there’s no way one man should be able to take up this much space.

“baaabe,” you whine, shoving at his shoulder. “move.”

a sleepy hum is your only response. one long arm tightens around your waist, dragging you back against him like you haven’t just spent the last five minutes trying to wiggle free.

“you’re warm,” he mumbles into your hair, voice thick with sleep. “stay.”

“i’m gonna fall off the bed. you’re literally on my side.”

this is your life— losing every nightly battle for mattress territory, practically kicked out of your bed simply because he can’t keep his limbs to himself.

a frustrated groan slips out before you give up, finally managing to slip out from his hold. he shifts, reaching instinctively for you, but you’re already gone, padding out of the bedroom and collapsing onto the couch.

it lasts exactly ten minutes.

you wake up once more to something heavy pressing into your back.

“…you’ve got to be kidding me.”

behind you, half-folded onto a couch that is very much not built for a grown man his size, satoru has somehow wedged himself in, arms wrapped tightly around you.

“you left,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your shoulder without opening his eyes.

“because you took over the entire bed.”

“mm.. sorry.”

“and now you’re taking up the entire couch as well.”

he hums again, clearly unconcerned, and pulls you even closer— if that’s somehow possible.

you try to twist around to glare at him, but his grip only tightens, his legs tangling with yours until escape is officially impossible.

“mooove.”

“don’t wanna,” he shoots back, a lazy grin tugging at his lips even in the dark.

you sigh, defeated, resting back against him.

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