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hate when I see the comment "big news for unemployed people" on internet drama. really discounting the dedication of us chronically online employed people. does my 15 minutes in a public restroom at work scrolling online mean nothing to you...

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I like to think that we can all agree on one thing… nerd toru is a physics major

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*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*

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Happy Birthday Jean Boy 🥳💗

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happy birthday to my son 🐯💐

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gojo x reader (very fluffy)

the fear of being rejected eats you alive everyday but today.

maybe it was that compliment the barista gave you when you were picking up a coffee before your shopping trip, or maybe the fact your skin glows when you ovulate. or maybe, it’s the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid your eyes on who whacked your anxiety in the face.

you don’t think you’ve ever seen a man like him. his white hair perfectly placed perfectly on his head, complimenting his chiseled face. it was as if god sent down angles to carve out each ridge and angle of his face. and his eyes? so blue they peaked through his extremely dark glasses, as if they were glowing. it was kind of scary if you really think about it.

you where both only separated by a glass window, his eyes occupied by what you assume digimond plushies. you quickly took out your phone, your fingers rapidly typing something before walking up to the window and knocking to get his attention.

his head almost instantly snapped to look at you, noticing you holding up your phone to him, a smirk creeping up his lips the moment he read it.

“are you single?” it read. he looked at you, his face only beaming with approval. he shook his head, shaking his hand near his neck as well to better execute his message. he can’t risk miscommunicating to a pretty girl like you!

you giggle as you type back on your phone and he can’t help but stare, your smile captivating him into a trance.

“i can tell.”

his mouth drops open, is this girl serious? does she not know who she’s talking to? his questions got answered by the way you where smiling and laughing. he smiles at you again, putting back the agumon plushie in his hand and quickly making it out of the shop and get to you.

you quickly put your phone in your pocket, trying to calm your laughter down and act as natural as you possibly can but before you knew it, he was right in front of you.

how’d he get here so fast? you around and then back to him, attempting to play dumb.

“sorry, can i help you?”

“i think you can madam, do you think you’re funny?”

you raise an eyebrow, trying to hide the smirking that’s been begging to creep out.

“no idea what you’re talking about, you must be seeing things.” you cross you arms. you try your best to dismiss the way he looks down at you with a smirk by looking away as if your eyes didn’t immediately disobey your senses, looking back at him. his posture must kill seeming he must always looking down at people.

“right.. maybe i am. it’s not everyday a pretty girl like you actively attempts to humiliate me.”

“humiliate?!” your voice slightly rises adding a lace of disbelief to better sell the act. “i would neverrr, you must have the wrong girl.”

“maybe i do,” he threads his fingers through his hair. “but im going to need your number justtt incase, can’t let a suspect slip through my fingers that easily.”

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mentioning of death!! (still very fluffy though)

Satoru always had pity for the old. every time he thought about their frail and weak bones, their saggy skin, silver hair and horrendous hearing skills, he can only feel somewhat compassionate for the unfortunate.

it’s not like he himself will ever go through that, that’s what he told himself. he saw his death being something major, grand, and allowing your time spent living catching up to you is the opposite of that. and in most chances, most sorcerers don’t face their fate like that.

you knew this. ever since you first started dating the man he always reminded you to welcome in the angel with long dark wings knocking on your door with a smile, not a slap. always telling you to not allow the roses thrones prick your finger as you placed them on his grave, because they’ll prick your heart the same way.

it’s hard to digest that. it’s hard to not think about it when you while you cuddle up with your now husband, his head peacefully resting on your chest as your fingers combed through such pure hair. your eyes scanned the way his face was buried right next to your heart, pulses syncing.

quickly though, that acknowledgment flutters away the moment something illuminates in your eyes. the sun that peeked through your bedrooms blinds shimmered directly on a piece of hair that didn’t match the rest.

it was silver.

it wasn’t like his normal pure white hair, it was darker. a smile grew on your face when you started ravaging through his head of hair, only welcomed by more and more strands on that exact colour.

for some reason, it makes you think about how much you have to scream his name for him to finally hear you. it makes you think about how more often he complains about his back, how he forces you to massage him and the room is filled with his giggles when you accidentally tickle him.

oh satoru, how silly he is to assume he’d never see the day your under eyes permanently wrinkle from how much he makes you laugh.

you lean down, leaving a tender kiss on the top of his head only to wake him up. his head sleepily shifts up facing you, his chin resting on your chest only to see your golden smile and eyes slightly watered.

“what’s wrong sweetheart?” he slightly shifts, leaving a kiss on your forehead making your smile only grow.

“nothing, go back to sleep silly.”

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Hiiiiiiii new mootie!! 💕 Nice to meet you!!! Bumped into your blog by chance and instantly became mesmerized by the poetic imagery you use in your writing 😍

hi pookie!! nice to meet you too!! and thank you so much! i’m so happy and excited to have you as my mootie

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it is no secret when a king breeds not only a first born son, but a first born son described as the blue eyed prince in his tribe. while the title of khalifa is fought over, the people distract themselves into a boy, the blue eyed prince.

though his name unusual to many, exotic some describe, satoru was a fan favourite prince. every daughter and sister bowed to the one above hoping to be the one of many by his side.

yet since the days ready of marriage, he’s hidden away. lock doors and the boy that was described to be for the sorest of eyes is hidden from the public. whines and moans heard from the town yet it should not concern you. a prince like him marries many under wealth, why should common girls like you worry?

yet that day you accompanied your brothers chaotic street shopping adventure, his lavish bedroom door slowly opens, a famous prince now undercover. he slips his way down and swings on the palace vines to reach the common town and you unknowingly stand next to him under a palm tree.

escaping from the blazing heat you stand next to a man or a boy? you couldn’t determine, his face covered with a green scarf, perhaps a warrior. yet you’ll never know the boy next to you is the next heir, and you’ll never know how astonishing the boy was seeing you. every rational thought in his brain had to fight the urges to scream and tell those around that the other 50% of the worlds beauty has been found, founded on your face. yet he keeps quiet, using your beauty as a shelter and a distraction from the sky’s vicious crown. you’ll never know that the roles has switched with you and satoru. that same blue eye prince that used to fascinate you, is now in awe of you.

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Satorus mad something other than him took your ability to walk, and that other thing is the gym.

recently, silly you forgot to stretch and warm up your body for leg day, and now you are suffering the consequences of your actions. sure when you finished the workout that day your legs were shaking but that means it worked, right?

gosh you wish that was true. each time your leg even moved an inch they shivered in pain, as if your muscles were about to rip out your thigh and run away across a rainbow or two.

and oh boy did your husband — satoru — take the opportunity to tease you.

he’d remind you that this is ‘the consequences of not going with him’ and how your all the sudden ‘too good to stretch’ while giggling at how annoyed you’re getting. this all happened right in the morning too, when the pain was still fresh, and his stupid poking and teasing made your life a living hell. you would of kicked him by now if you weren’t in so much pain.

but when he finally stops, he takes the opportunity to pamper you, carrying you out of bed (bridal style) and sitting you down on any surface he can around the house. he’d sit you on the kitchen bench, your feet dangling as he prepares you something. if hes feeling extra nice he’d prepare you a warm bath with even a massage, but you both know where that will go. soon your bridal privileges are taken away, don’t worry hes still carry you, (any excuse to show off his muscles to a hottie like you, he’d take) but instead he flings you across his shoulder like a rag doll. with love, of course. shown by either a kiss of a cheeky little slap on the ass.

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a/n: am i writing this because this is what im currently going through? yes…

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Nanami is the type of dad to absolutely adore his baby girl.

he’d let her little hand take him to her “secret fort” that she built, trying to enter without making everything collapse since it’s obvious not built for his size.

he’d let her steal your make up when your not home and practice on him, no matter how berserk it looks he’d always compliment how much of a great job she’s done, pasting a sweet kiss on her cheek that leaves a red mark from the lipstick he’s wearing. (don’t worry he’ll buy you everything back after, maybe even more)

when you’d go out to the park and you accidentally drift to sleep on his shoulder he’d signal to your daughter to quickly grab flowers while he searches up how to make a flower crown and his phone. oh, and the sweet expression of shock on your face warms his heart, as if he’s fulfilled his purpose and is ready to die, but of course he won’t let himself die, he’d miss you and his daughters warmth even if death is nothingness, his soul would still yearn.

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a/n: sometimes i’m scared ill get married and it’ll be nothing like how i write it to be 🥲

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sometimes the words ‘i love you’ don’t cut it out when it comes to replicating the emotion that your husband!satoru feels for you. the words ‘i love you’ don’t show his need for doing anything in the world to please you, no matter it’s difficulty. i love you doesn’t serve justice to the way he’d row his way to where the pacific and Atlantic meet and mix the oceans together, ignoring the differences in densities, or would split the moon in half with a click of a finger because a man can do anything the moment he witnesses your sugar sweet smile.

husband!satoru sometimes feels utterly disappointed when you refuse to let him spoil you, refuse to let him build a rocket out of his love and fly you both to the same moon that he talks to every night about you to the point that the moon would call your name, but don’t be surprised, just satorus antics.

can you blame the man for being obsessed with you though? you’re the only person who’s ever seen him for him. your the only person that teases him back, your smart ass reply’s take a lot of his will power to stop him from tossing you onto his shoulder and taking you straight to the bedroom.

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Nanami doesn’t believe in love at first sight.

he believes love is something that grows, something that blooms in your heart, nourishes.

you were no exception.

he respected you in your first moments of meeting but soon, your warmth caught up to him. sweet humming of your voice was only the fertiliser to a colourful garden.

so it was no surprise that one day nanami finally decided to acknowledge the greenery you created, finally showing you your creation. he showed you the life that you brought to his heart without even knowing it. he showed you the white lily’s in his heart that you watered with sweet words, and butterflies that fluttered around, pollinating the garden every time he saw your radiant smile.

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a/n: Nanami is still alive btw and happily married with me