#so apologies for the everything

[twinkle-art]

lingering a little longer

[fettiowi]

Omg my art has colors for once

[weedle-testaburger]

i just wanna preserve some of the biggest bangers from james somerton apology video 2: plagarised boogaloo

and of course:

[sanatomis]

cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.

[hinamie]

spiraling

[payasita]

who'd call proofreading an artform on its own?

[caligatinsole]

team dark.

[pidgydraws]

💋 first aid 💋

[0owitheredquinceyo0]

I love our wife… GOD I can’t be normal about this right now I’m losing my mind!!

[violent138]

In universe, Dick Grayson's equivalent of Bruce dropping out of med school is absolutely everyone demanding to know why he didn't go to the Olympics with his gymnastics abilities.

[egophiliac]

I've had a beast of a cold for the last few days, but I wanted to get this out before the new year! while I've sort of made my peace with my first take on Lilia's UM poster, I really wanted to do a version with the new context that chapter 6 gave us. because. c'mon.

(don't worry, Lilia can carry ALL HIS KIDS AT ONCE)

[khaoala]

when the legs go around the waist >>>

+ behind the scenes footage we're so glad to have:

[seilon]

god fucking damn i forgot just how natural and impactful merle and john hunger’s parley conversations are. like genuinely i don’t think any full-on conversations in the podcast compare. clint waited 62 episodes and then just dropped some of the best roleplaying in the series out of the fucking blue. absolutely incredible

[ieilaf]

Sent Back with Hope

happy anniversary!! ^_^

[sharpace]

136. No Shave Challenge

I had to do one post season 2.

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[veryfruitywriting]

You’re asking for Mac scenarios?! I’m your girl!!! How about one where all that training with Dunk finally pays off and we carry Mac up the stairs so they can cuddle with us because I don’t think they have the strength or ability to get up there like everybody else.

Dunk can act as our bestie wingman and carry up Mac’s wheelchair while we carry the real goods because I don’t think we’re strong enough to carry that wheelchair only the Mac. ❤️🫶🏻

ohhh i absolutely love this. — been gushing over this last night trying to brainstorm 😼 — thank you for sliding in my asks 🫶

ANYTHING FOR YOU

— a mac ( date everything! ) x reader oneshot

word count : 1k

(new to this… don’t throw tomatoes at me pls)

After seeing Dunk for the first time (again), he wasted no time to bring you back into your fitness era! You were hesitant at first, not sure if you were willing—or even had the motivation— to bring yourself back into it. But as you slept on it, you decided it would be nice to try and find a schedule again.

After receiving these glasses and working at home most of the time, there was going to be a point where you were gonna lose your mind being in this house. Might as well become a better you with this much free time. You were a bit slow paced with these workouts but after you met Mac, there was a bit of determination now. Not that you noticed at first but the more you chatted with them, the more you think about them as Dunk counts your reps.

Mac doesn’t really think much of your appearance but focuses more on your technical mannerisms and skills. Doesn’t mean they don’t notice the difference in your body tone and boost of energy. The deeper the relationship between you two has gotten, the more you strive to look better for them.

It only seemed fair since they mentioned they wanted to be good enough for you. Which absolutely broke your heart once they admitted their reasonings for the necessary update—along with other important things. You knew they meant well by it, by showing no hard nor sad feelings when they said it but you decided it was your turn to be good enough for them.

You tease Mac saying one day you’ll lift them up with ease one day. They reply saying they can’t wait for when the day comes.

There are moments where you genuinely want to sweep them off their feet but you still have a fear lingering in the back of your mind that you’ll drop them. That you’re not strong enough for them. It only fuels your determination more. It doesn’t go unnoticed during the workouts. Dunk takes note of your firecracker attitude when it comes to the workout he has plans for the day. His smile gets bigger and his adrenaline skyrockets when you ask for heavier weights or challenging exercises.

Night was arriving soon and you could feel your eyes grow heavier. “You should really get to bed,” Mac gently grabbed your shoulder with their hand, the little mouse on their shoulder moving in agreement. “You spent well over our usual 14 hours today.” “You really have to be a bit more careful when it comes to indulging yourself with the screen.”

“Sometimes I can’t tell if you remember that you have the ability to blink or not.” You laugh softly and reassure them that you do blink—sometimes—. “You should invest in blue light lenses.” You tilt your head to the side, it sounded familiar then it came to you. You’ve been seeing ads for them a lot lately… and have seen them in your cart for some unknown reason.

Mac looks off to the side as you click the pieces together, “It’s hard not to try and do these things. It runs through my veins being your computer and all.” As they face you again, you’re already leaning over from your chair and to their direction. Planting a soft kiss onto their cheek before they could say anymore.

You reassure them that you’ll buy the glasses, their shoulders visibly relax. “It’s getting to your usual bedtime, I’ll just finish scanning over any potential viruses —as I think the website you used earlier seemed a little sketch..— and sleep for the night.” They wheel over and soon extend their hand out to shoo you away but you gracefully grab it. Squeezing their hand in a heart-warming manner.

“Join me tonight.”

The blush on Mac’s face faintly paints their face. You’ve asked many times before but the expression on your face tonight said you weren’t going to listen to their excuses anymore. It wasn’t that they weren’t uncomfortable. The amount of times the both of you have fallen asleep on the couch were too many to count. It was the worst thing in the house for them: the stairs. Not Stella personally, she was a nice woman but the structure of the stairs… damn you architects.

“Join you?” Mac responded quickly, a bit surprised by your question. “Yes, upstairs.” You respond confidently. They shuddered excitedly at your changed demeanor, the blush on their face getting more visible by the second. “As much as I would love to, you know that it’s going to be a hassle to—“

You let go of their hand, soon standing up from your desk chair and finding yourself beside Mac. You lean over slightly, your fragrance overtaking their senses before they realize that your hand is slithering down to their lower back. “May I?” You ask softly. Mac’s face turns to your direction, your noses barely touching. “Are you sure?”

“Trust me.”

With that, Mac gives you a sure nod. You can’t lie to yourself and say you weren’t sweating nervously. You could feel the clothes clinging onto your back. Mac threw their arm over your shoulder and in a second, you lifted them up effortlessly.

You both had a shocked look plastered onto your faces. The office was still and quiet, only the sound you can hear was the sound of your heartbeat pounding against your own ears. “Woah. Dunk really had you training.” Mac broke the silence. You look down at them and excitedly plant a kiss on their forehead.

“You were my motivation.”

Being a romantic for a minute only took you so far. You carried Mac effortlessly through the room but that wheelchair was a pain in the ass. One minute it was stuck in the doorway, the next its wheel wasn’t turning and was dragging on the floor. Your arms flexed underneath Mac as you readjusted them on your chest. Their flustered face wasn’t determined if they enjoyed being in your arms or were embarrassed by their wheelchair not cooperating with you.

“Hey!” A familiar voice echoed through the dimmed hallway. You turn your head over your shoulders and find yourself looking at Dunk. “Glad I caught you in time. Just wanted to go over tomorrow’s workout, I have BIG things planned.”

As Dunk reached the two, his smile grew wider and the light of his eyes shined. He was so happy for you. He was so happy that you GAINED STRENGTH. “Woo!” His hand slapped on your back as he examined you, “I saw the progress but this really solidified the killer sets we’ve been doing. We knew not to say no to your inner athlete.”

Of course, he was glad you were doing this for your partner but he really was more into the fact that you looked at your prime. Dunk’s eyes found themselves on Mac, they both exchanged glances and quick waves. “These look great on you.” Dunk boosted happily, grabbing your flexed bicep and squeezing it with glee.

“I have to ask for more weights tomorrow.” You responded quickly, “Oh? I can’t say no to that. But, can I ask why?” Dunk tilted his head slightly. You quickly turned around and pointed at the wheelchair with your feet. “Noted. But lemme help you out, love to get a quick workout in before I sleep for the night.”

Before you and Mac could reassure him that there was no need, he lifted it above his head and adjusted it on his back. He did a quick squat with its weight with ease before letting out a quick ‘woo!’ “Oh, this has to be over 60 pounds. Let me get a feel for it and I’ll find out the exact weight for tomorrow.” “Be careful with it.” You bit your lip nervously. “I won’t drop it.” He responded, racing upstairs. You look at Mac and they seem completely fine with Dunk handling it.

Finally arriving at your bedroom, you thanked Dunk for his helping hand. “5am treadmill run?” He raised his eyebrow as you both fist bumped. You felt Mac’s arms clench more forcefully around your neck as you lifted them slightly to meet fists. Your eyes flickered down at them before at him once you readjusted, “I’d like to sleep in tomorrow.”

“Ah, gotcha.” He noticed your priorities and nodded understandably. “Goodnight you two.”

You turned on your heels and closed the door with your hip. Gently, you placed Mac on the edge of the bed, allowing their feet to feel the floor. You pressed a kiss against their cheek before departing so the two of you could get ready for bed. You placed comfortable clothing for them to choose beside them as you did your nightly routine.

You changed and once you returned, they were wearing that band t-shirt you loved. They looked much more relaxed than before. Especially in your clothes. Your heart swelled in happiness and love. You could get used to this view.

The lights were off, all but one. Your nightstand lamp on Mac’s side. You crawled on the side of your bed, leaning over them with dilated eyes. Their hand slithers up the side of your face, “As much as I miss you during your workouts, I have to say I love this look on you.” They grinned. You move your head slightly, kissing the palm of their hand. “With the numerous fanfic posted on the internet, I’m glad we finally get to experience what people usually read about.”

With quick motion, you grab their waist and bring them close to you. Chests touching and a gentle squeeze on their hip, you two basked in each other’s presences. Your eyes flicker down to their lips and Mac notices your soft plea. The softness of their lips against yours makes your body tense. You hold them carefully but firmly. You’re overjoyed by the new opportunities that you worked hard for. All that you’ve done was for them.

Mac broke the kiss and turned off the last light. Finding themselves in your arms once more. Normally, they would’ve popped up a screen and finish doing their usual task for the night but they felt so comfortable in this position with you. They wouldn’t dare ruin this moment.

You had already fallen asleep, mouth agape and your hand grasping onto the fabric of the shirt they wore. Mac sighed softly and placed their glasses on the stand before wrapping their arm around your shoulder. They planted a quick kiss on your chin before allowing themselves to dream for the night.

WHEWWW i’ve been through so much while writing this. hopped on grow a garden when i was finishing it up and just in time before i have dnd!

hope you enjoy and did your prompt justice ♥️ first time writing (serious) fanfic KINDA NERVOUS

will be doing the asks later this week!! trust!!!