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hellourr, im a little bored, uninspired, u name it. what do u guys feel like reading ? i have lots of half-written drafts and ideas that i dont know which one to focus on u.u
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my pipsqueak <3
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it’s 4:39 am and you can’t sleep, tossing and turning around in velvety sheets that should be more than comfortable.
beside you, satoru groans, low and muffled by the pillow you share.
“could you quit that, sweets? some people here need their beauty sleep,” he gripes, but his body moves to envelop you in a warm hug nonetheless. you feel utterly at home when he does this, safely wrapped in his arms. strands of soft white poke at your eyes, but you don’t mind it.
“sorry,” you mumble into him. “can’t sleep.”
“yeah, no shit,” the blue eyed sorcerer snarks. “but seriously, you’re safe with me. after all, i’m the strongest. and your black circles are starting to show.”
“toru!” you utter a cry of protest, softly hitting his chest. he only holds you tighter as you both erupt into a fit of quiet giggles.
“alright, good night, or morning. whatever.” and you try to close your eyes, begging for the serene lull of sleep. unsurprisingly, it comes to you much easier this time around, and satoru’s quiet breaths fade to nothing; the feeling of the rise and fall of his chest against your back disappears as well.
when you groggily blink into consciousness again, the space next to you feels weird. you yawn, and the stretch of your arms hit empty space, making you instantly freeze.
where’s satoru?
but right, it’s june now, isn’t it? december was half a year ago. the last time you saw those irreplaceable blue eyes and that smug smirk was half a year ago, the last time you felt him was half a year ago.
you haven’t really been home in six months
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mama's day... again? gojo satoru
fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ non sorcerers au, slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed 5 and 2yo sons, 8-month-old daughter. a little late, i knoooow u.u
i remember getting this idea back in november, and i can't believe it's been over six months since i started posting these ( ˊo̴̶̷̤ ̫ o̴̶̷̤ˋ)
little sunshines au
it's a no-school day.
it's the weekend.
so, your eldest can't help but groan when satoru shakes him awake. he's allowed to sleep more on no-school days. why is their dad waking them up so early!?
"guys, c'mon. it's mama's day," your husband's hushed words and beaming smile are met with identical mini copies of his own features, their scowling little faces only making him grin wider.
"again?" your toddler's blue eyes seem to burn a hole through satoru's forehead. "when's mochi day?"
"soon."
"when?"
satoru closes his eyes and breathes in. it's too early for him to lose his cool, and he can't have the kids start the day with tears. not today.
"after mama's day. so, if you want your gifts, you have to help papa."
the two boys happily follow after their dad like baby ducklings.
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there's a rustle followed by incoherent mumbling—incoherent to others, at least.
because to the trained ear of a mother, it's clear how your son mumbles a string of c'mon, c'mon, c'mon in distress.
your eyes open just in time as your toddler knocks over the candle on your bedside table, struggling with the flower bouquet (which is considerably bigger than him).
"hey, you."
it takes almost ten minutes for your husband to realize he's missing a little duckling, rushing to look for his whereabouts once he remembers he has two sons, not one.
"mochi," he whisper-shouts, stressed out already. he enters your shared bedroom, looking at the floor for that white tuft of hair crawled somewhere under the furniture. "mochi, what's taking you– oh, no."
drapped on top of you, gently held in your arms, lies your son as he tells you about mochi day.
"–gifts and fishies, mama!"
you chuckle at his enthusiasm, basking in the warmth of the duvet and your toddler nuzzled in your arms, the familiar baby scent still lingering on his skin.
"hey," your husband nervously interrupts, walking further into the room until he's right next to your side of the bed. "good morning, gorgeous."
his kiss on your lips is short and adoring, his lips pulling up into a gentle smile.
"i caught you guys," you can't help but smile cheekily at his failed attempt to surprise you. "where are my other two babies? you better not left them unsupervised–"
"no, 'course not. be right back! you–" he grabs your toddler from your arms. "–are coming with me."
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a few minutes later, the door of your bedroom opens, and your baby girl walks in with the help of her dad.
"oh my– is that my sweet little baby?"
your coos earn you an excited squeal from your daughter as soon as her eyes notice you. your husband gently holds her hands as she walks towards you, stumbling over her tiny feet before satoru lifts her up and settles her on the bed with you.
right behind him is your toddler.
"for you, mama."
you take the small box from his hands, ready to bring him up on the bed with you, "thank you, baby."
"hold the kisses. there's more, remember?" satoru reminds your son, and he nods, rushing out of the room before you can even demand a kiss on the cheek.
your two boys walk back in carrying a gift bag—a huge one. after a brief struggle to place it on the bed, both boys huff heavily before smiling proudly at each other.
"what do you say?" satoru tries to give your youngest son a cue, which he obviously misses.
"thank you!"
you can't help but chuckle at his proud little grin, his older brother shaking his head next to him.
"no, mochi. the other thing." your son corrects his baby brother.
"happy birthday?"
"happy mother's day, my angel."
both your husband and son give up, sighing as the toddler now looks confused and utterly lost.
satoru swiftly launches each kid onto the bed before joining as well, needing the cuddles after a hectic morning.
#₊˚ʚ 🌱 little sunshines au#��� ࣪ ִֶָ☾ ‧₊˚☁️ skye#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fluff#jjk fanfic#sunny skies
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kiss kiss fall in love (˵˘ ³˘˵) ᯓᡣ𐭩
#in the middle of an ohshc rewatch#pls ignore the mess i forgot how much of a pain rendering is ><#i just wanted to grt it out ofmy system jdkkwsjjs#呪術廻戦#五条悟#jjk art#jjk fanart#gojo satoru#𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾ ‧₊˚☁️ skye
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hello!
id you’re not taking requests plesss ignore this and I’m sorry!
An au where baby zenin everytime she gets scolded by her parents she runs to her either older sibiling and holds onto them crying
It’s not even anything crazy it’s like baby zenin eating off somebody’s plate or it’s too hot outside then she drenches herself to cool down making her wet everywhere
hi ! i don't take requests per se, but if i think ur idea/suggestion aligns with the storyline, i might write something with it in it :)
this is adorable, so yeah i will find a way to add it in a drabble ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )
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◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ he’ll never own up to it, but you know athlete!sukuna credits your kiss for his winning streak; his lucky charm since that match last season.
the habit began that time: a playful kiss on the cheek before a game. you’d dragged him aside at halftime, given him a quick peck, and said, “you’ve got this.”
from then on? he came back, racked up 30 points, carried the team to a win, and took home mvp. ever since, sukuna’s been rather fixated on the idea that your kiss gives him the edge.
his pre-match ritual’s locked in; a tradition at this point now, and today’s no exception.
you’re caught up holding seats for a friend, not even noticing sukuna taking the court. he stops short mid-step, eyes narrowing as he searches the crowd — and finds you.
"come on, lucky charm," he says with a playful pout, tipping his cheek toward you expectantly.
“what?” you blinked, confused.
sukuna’s eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at his lips. he lean down, hand resting behind your seat, and tap his lips. “you owe me, remember?”
“you’re not gonna fall apart.” you sigh, shooting a glance at the team warming up as the pieces come together. “you really think one kiss is that powerful?”
“proof’s in the scoreboard, sunshine.” he smirks, leaning in just a little.
you roll your eyes, but your body betrays you, leaning toward him like it’s second nature. your lips graze his lips, soft and warm. his hand finds your waist, fingertips pressing into your side as his thumb strokes lazily over the hem of your shirt — lingering, like he’s testing how long he can stay.
you’re breathless when you pull away from the soft to deep kiss, his gaze heavy-lidded and fixed on your lips as his thumb traces the edge of your jaw.
“perfect.”
he’s halfway across the court when he slows, turns his head, and flashes you a lazy grin. “better sit where you can see me. you won’t wanna miss this.”
and sure enough, the shot is clean; textbook perfect. his eyes meet yours across the court, his smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth like, i told you, sunshine.
#reading list#sukuna.c#this one hit close to home#bc in my selfships i always picture them calling me 'sunshine'#idunno sometimes i get tired of being perceived as a black cat#i want my men to see me as their sun#be their sunshine#omg this is too sappy dshkjdk#im just#yeah sunshine pls 🥹
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Definitely my fav Gojo hairstyle
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gojo kids core ♡
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dogs out. zenin toji
fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed 2yo daughter, megumi is four, and tsumiki is six. preschool teacher!nanami cameo ♡
little sunshines au
"moooooom! the baby took her shoes off again!"
tsumiki's voice has you peeking your head from the kitchen, trying to catch sight of your little girl. you're about to call your husband's name when he walks into the living room and picks your daughter up from the floor.
"dont like 'em?" he smirks, holding her tiny foot up and inspecting it.
she grins cheekily at her dad, proudly wiggling her little toes and showing off the sparkly nail polish on them.
"spaw-cle!"
finally done with the dishes, you join them and see her crocs discarded by the couch.
"again?"
"let her be, ma." toji has her foot against her cheek, both of them giggling at the silliness of it.
"she has to get used to them, toji."
he finally meets your eyes and sees the stern look in them. slowly, he puts your daughter down while she looks at him in confusion. toji doesn't have the heart to force his youngest to do stuff she doesn't like. but after three kids and years of marriage with you, he knows this is a battle he won't win.
"sorry, kiddo."
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two days later, he's standing by the gates of the kids' school, waiting for them, when he notices something odd.
his face quickly switches from boredom to concern once he spots nanami holding his baby girl in his arms, her face visibly blotched from crying.
"she wouldn't stop taking her shoes off during class. I'm afraid we had to take... drastic measures." the blond man hands her over, visibly tense at toji's reaction. tsumiki and megumi stand next to him with matching frowns, having seen (and heard) their baby sister's cries. "school's policy."
"daddy!" she's bursting into tears as soon as she's in his arms, her watery eyes set on his concerned ones. "want 'em off!"
toji looks down at her feet and sees the brown tape around her pink sneakers, clashing horribly against it and causing him to sigh in defeat.
"baby, you can't keep taking your shoes off." he's patting her back in comfort, letting her sob against his shoulder while he turns to nanami again. "any advice? my wife and I have been struggling for weeks."
having seen this before, nanami recalls a piece of advice given from a couple who struggled with this, too. "try to find a pair that she likes. they don't have to be sneakers—the school isn't strict with that."
and suddenly, toji has a brilliant idea.
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"princess, c'mere."
both you and your husband enter your daughter's room, sitting on the floor, and she comes closer with her plushie hanging from her hand.
toji places a box in front of her, your demeanor slightly anxious as you wait for her reaction. for a two-year-old, you're aware that she can be the toughest crowd sometimes.
her eyes are fixed in front of her, watching her dad opening the boring, brown box until pink and glitter are all her brain can process.
"woah..." she's clearly in awe, her little hands quickly grabbing the tiny pink heels and slipping them on her feet. "mommy shoes!"
the heels clack loudly against the floor, her steps uncoordinated and clumsy, but she can't stop giggling happily, walking back and forth.
"what did i tell you, ma?" toji's grin is smug, his arms wrapping around you while you play it off with a roll of your eyes. the sigh of relief is obvious from you two. "problem fixed."
he hasn't even finished gloating when you spot megumi standing by the door with his hands covering his ears, glaring ominously at toji.
"don't be so sure, honey."
#₊˚ʚ 🌱 little sunshines au#𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾ ‧₊˚☁️ skye#sunny skies#jjk x reader#toji x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fluff#jjk fanfic#toji fluff#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x you#toji x you#toji fushiguro x reader
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cannibalism. gojo satoru
fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ non sorcerers au, slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed 2yo son (no eldest nor baby gojo cameo). inspired by that tiktok >⩊<
little sunshines au
"i think it's time."
your husband's tone has you placing your book down on your lap at the concerning amount of seriousness seeping from it. it's unusual to hear him (or see him) this humorless, so your heart sinks a little in panic.
"wha–"
the words die down in your mouth when he pushes your youngest son forward.
"repeat what you said."
your son's blue eyes glance at his dad, doubtful, before switching to you.
"what's mochi?"
satoru lets out a disappointed sigh, rubbing his temples as he seems to need a moment to collect himself. but all you can seem to convey is confusion, your toddler looking back and forth between you and your husband, not understanding what's going on.
"explain to me how a child of mine does not know what mochi is." satoru walks in circles around the living room before stopping abruptly with an accusatory finger pointed at you. "this is–"
"satoru gojo, don't point your finger at me."
"yes. sorry, honey." he immediately drops his arm and pouts. "when he thought his name was mochi, I thought it was hilarious. it was cute! but this?"
ignoring the weird rant from your husband, you pull your son closer and offer the explanation he's waiting for.
"it's a sweet treat." you say softly, his little mouth parting in understanding. "but papa and I call you and your siblings 'mochi' because we think it's cute."
"swee-tree!" he claps enthusiastically, a happy grin on his face.
he knows what a sweet treat is. he makes sure to pout extra extra hard to get his dad to give him an extra cookie for snack time.
craddling your son in your arms, you head to the kitchen and get the mochi from the freezer, leaving a sulking satoru behind.
"this... is mochi."
the powdery ball of rice sits on the palm of your hand like an offering to your toddler, his gaze curious before breaking into a cheeky grin.
"me!"
he leans forward, and you watch his baby teeth sink into the soft exterior, the mochi melting around his parted lips. the taste quickly hits his taste buds, and the reaction is immediate: an expression full of awe that you've never seen before on him—you can even see his pupils dilating.
"woah..." a mere whisper, but it's heavy with the innocence of child-like wonder.
"is it good?"
"yummy!" he bites again, his little face brightening up with each bite. "mochi loves mochi, mama."
your heart grows warm at his silly words, wondering how come you never thought of this before. your eldest tried it years ago, before your toddler was born, so it must've slipped your mind.
fed up with being left behind, satoru joins you in the kitchen and butts in, staring at the box of mochi with stars in his eyes as he reaches for one.
"can I try?" the question is clearly rethoricall since he takes the bite-sized mochi in his mouth without waiting for a reply.
but your little one squeals in horror, his chubby little hands closing around the fabric of your shirt and looking shaken to the core.
"nooooooo!" he's overcome with despair, dramatically letting his small body fall against your chest as if he just got wounded. he turns to look at you pleadingly, his blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. "papa eat me! papa eat mochi!"
"bwaby–"
satoru is devastated for the rest of the day, your son giving him a nasty side-eye whenever he gets too close to his liking.
your husband tries to reach out to him, wide-eyed and with a mouthful of mochi, only to have your son recoil away from his open arms.
an amused snort escapes you. "yeah... i don't think that's a good idea."
#₊˚ʚ 🌱 little sunshines au#𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾ ‧₊˚☁️ skye#sunny skies#jjk fluff#gojo satoru fluff#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru#gojo fluff#jjk fanfic#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x you
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