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tojigo from her

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how come i managed to write a whole ass 4k fic within 3 days before and now i could barely write 100 words within days 😭😭

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For international, I already sent all goods to store

There are remained goods and will be available after pre-order shipping is confirm

Thank you!

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・✶ ｡ﾟ[10:45pm] — gojo satoru

gojo satoru redefines the concept of what you thought love once was when he spins you into his chest in the dark kitchen, somewhere close to 11pm on a regular thursday when the moonbeams serve as your spotlight.

love used to be the silence that settled in your apartment after a long day at work, your favourite song playing quietly on the speaker as you prepared dinner for one and it was just that.

but now— love is crystalline blue eyes that are always on yours and a teasing, almost proud grin, an extra pair of shoes and a dark blue jacket that’s messily dropped beside yours at the door of your apartment, a black blindfold on your bedside table that’s replaced with glasses at the weekend and a second key thrown beside your own on the kitchen counter.

you fall into satoru’s chest and giggle at the warmth that immediately surrounds you when he hums along to your favourite song that still plays on the speaker, because now it’s his too. his voice shakes at the end when he laughs before he’s kissing you once on the cheek with an exaggerated kissing sound then kissing you again on the lips with a smile.

“i’d sing for you but i wouldn’t want you falling any harder for me, baby.” he laughs, giving you a softer sort of look that makes your heart bloom in your chest, because he looks a lot like he’s in love.

“please don’t, we don’t need more noise complaints” you giggle back, smoothing your hand through the snowy tips of his hair where they lay flat against the back of his neck, and you watch him lean into the touch, like he always does.

“you mean i can’t serenade my lover? my talents are wasted—” satoru breathes, his voice suddenly tender despite his teasing and his arms wrap around your waist while you allow yourself to bathe in the comfort of the silence following his words. “you’re tone death, ‘toru.” you finally reply and he’s already smiling when he leans his head to the side, placing a chaste kiss against your wrist before he’s spinning you both again, repositioning your hands to wrap around his shoulders and you know there’s love in your life.

“yeah? and here you are, still so in love with me.” satoru drawls, his usual teasing tone returning to his words and you rebut with a laugh when you feel your feet return to the cold tiles below you. “course i am.” you sigh, and the weight of your words seems to catch the white haired sorcerer off guard when pink dusts his cheeks, blinking at you and puffing out his chest because he’s a lot more than just in love.

“keep saying things like that and i’ll just have to marry you.” he grins, letting his hands settle into the dip of your waist before he’s kissing you again on the lips and you smile into it this time, until you’re breaking into a giggle when satoru pinches at your sides, just enough to kick start a laughing fit. “infact—i might just sing for you anyway as a show of my love.” he jokes with a slight whine, but you know his words are true when he pulls you even closer again.

because love could be this too, happiness lingering in the sounds of your mixed laughter and his awful singing that echoes through your apartment that’s just as much satoru’s now, and suddenly it feels even more real.

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

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somebody that i used to know

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ok nanami is in fact gorgeous

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I like to imagine that if gojo upset you and you ignore him as a result he’d make a big dramatic show of announcing that he’s leaving to try get you talking. puts his coat and shoes on and makes a point of jiggling his keys, the works — “I really am going you know!” — only for him to get all the way to the front door and give up when he’s met with silence. he just cannot do it and you knew he wouldn’t. as expected he comes right back and pushes his head into your lap, looking up at you all pathetic and full of apologies I can’t. I love him

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chef curtis duffy is hot

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yay thank u for the tag, sana! <33

favourite colour: mint or red

currently reading: the new chapter of spy x family

last song: next to me - imagine dragons

last series: the big bang theory!!

sweet/salty/spicy: def sweet

currently working on: fixing my life another gojo fluff lolz

tagging: anyone really :DD

Tagged by @washymylifeaway 😩 HELLO BESTIE ILYSM I HOPE YOU ARE WELL💕💕

Here's the link cause the post was impressively long

Favorite Color: Blue💙 specifically navy blue

Currently Reading: several James Patterson Crime novels. Will be reading black clover soon tho

Last Song: Love's Train by Bruno Mars

Last Series: black clover (Fuegoleon Vermillion😩💕💕)

Last Movie: It was a Jessie Stone movie (Tom Selleck series) but idk which one, the 4th??

Sweet/Spicy/Salty: s w e e t

Currently Working on: several fanfics (2 washio, 1 numai, a few headcanons)

Tagging: @i-just-like-goats @mimi-cee-hq @milkbreadforlife @bbysamu

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BABE WAKE UP WINTERGOJO DROPPED A NEW FIC!!!!!

YES I AM AWAKE

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dkahkdhakdha imagine dadgojo and his little dumpling on the hunt/search of chocolate eggs scattered and hidden around the house while wearing little bunny ears and carrying a little basket! the entire scene being so adorable and funny kdjhakdhakd. Gojo tried to eat one but the little one scolded him because they can't eat until they find them all. gojo helping him reach the ones hidden on high places while S/o is enjoying the view and snaping pics of this wholesome moment :')

anon this was such a cute idea ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) tho i’m really really really sorry it took me so long to respond and it’s not even easter month anymore 😭😭😭

"yuweka!!"

your toddler's squeals echoed throughout your down floor bathroom as he found the sixth easter egg you and your husband had hidden around the house. you capture the moment with your phone, smiling tenderly at how your baby adorably mispronounces 'eureka' every time he spots a small oval-shaped object.

"dada, lookie!" your son effortlessly raises his light blue basket full of the medium-sized chocolate eggs he had already found. the said eggs made by you and satoru after tucking seishiro into sleep last night had a tempered chocolate as the outermost layer, a lemon drizzle flavored sponge cake as the inner layer, and a raspberry filling as the innermost layer. the whole egg was homemade and made with buckets of his parents’ love, except for its wrapper which was a variety of colorful patterned beeswax paper that you ordered from amazon japan (satoru refused to use colored aluminum foils as they weren't reusable).

the father, wearing his white and blue bunny ears, beams at his son before praising him for his efforts, "great job, dumpling! i wonder where the rest are? hmmm." the older man then comically looks up in contemplation as he holds his chin with his thumb and index finger.

seishiro lets out a giggle before toddling excitedly out of the bathroom, his cerulean eyes immediately scanning his surroundings like a predator hunting for a prey (in his case chocolate eggs).

it's cute. how your baby tries his very best to appear intimidating as he whips his head back and forth. yet with him holding that little basket you yourself crotched while wearing those white and purple fluffy bunny ears that match his hair, he just looks like a tiny kitten searching for a carrot.

your little boy was so excited for his second easter egg hunting that he managed to wake up fifteen minutes before seven a.m., throwing you and satoru off when he suddenly appeared screaming "eggies!!" while you were still setting up for his egg hunt. (you had to convince him to eat his breakfast first as your husband continued hiding the eggs.)

seishiro makes his way back to the living room, carefully climbing the marbled stairs with his short chubby legs while singing some gibberish cartoon theme and holding his father's hand. he lets go of the taller man's hand and runs straight towards the balcony as soon as he steps on the last case, tiptoeing to pull the glass door's lock down and sliding it to the right with his brute strength.

as the child snickers and runs outside, you and your husband look at each other with your mouths agape. you’re quite sure you were both thinking about the same thing. 'since when could our baby do that?' and 'do we have to toddler-proof the balcony?’

your balcony is a wide, L-shaped deck with 20-inch-tall glass balustrades on the edges covered with bushes of hydrangea and an L-shaped white outdoor couch positioned on the intersection. in front of the sofa was a matching 1.5-million-yen white boca de lobo lapiaz oval center table containing the hidden chocolate egg you hid with satoru earlier.

adjacent to the couch and to the side of the wall was a small infinity pool where the three of you occasionally swim, and an outdoor rattan lying bed your family rests in after a fun pool day.

you watch your baby whip his head all around his surroundings, platinum eyebrows adorably scrunched up as he walks towards the shrubs and crouches down to inspect them. you and satoru keep your distance from him, but still heavily on guard in case the toddler suddenly loses his balance and falls face down (you know the glass railings are more than sturdy and won’t shatter if that happens, but you’re both highly paranoid and unreasonable when it comes to seishiro’s safety).

“aw yew hiw, eggies?” you hear the toddler murmur while combing through the bushes, before he gets momentarily distracted by the fully bloomed pink hydrangea that came into his view.

your baby seemed to be deep in thought as he inspected the flower carefully, even putting his basket down at his side and muttering something to himself quietly. satoru asked his dumpling if he found hydrangea pretty, but seishiro was too immersed in touching the pink flower to even hear his father.

the toddler finally nods with resolution before using his two little hands to pluck the blossom and place it alongside his easter eggs. he looks at the both of you afterwards, standing up (but not before kissing the plant and apologizing to it) and running towards you while carrying his little basket.

your baby stands in front of you shyly, fiddling with the coral flower resting on the eggs as if he's hesitant to say something.

and you absolutely can't have that—seishiro thinking that he should not (or could not) voice out his concerns to his parents is a no-no.

so you and satoru automatically crouch down to his eye level, the white-haired sorcerer even lifting the child up to sit on his thigh.

"what's wrong, dumpling? hmm?" your husband asks while attempting to make eye contact with the boy. you, on the other hand, card your hand through your child’s locks on his forehead to keep his silky hair from blocking his eyes.

seishiro just snickers and sticks his tongue out at his father (who exaggeratingly gasped), before turning to you and meekly offering you the fully bloomed pink hydrangea. "pwetty fyowew fow pwetty mama!" he cheerfully declares as he stands up and presses a wet kiss full of adoration from his little heart on your cheek.

"ow ow ow ow dumpling, dada's hair! dada's hair!!"

your husband's dramatic cries were overpowered by your toddler's angelic laugh as he sat on his father's nape, pulling the older man's thick platinum hair to control wherever he wanted to go.

you continue taking pictures of their moment, zooming in fondly at your phone to look at the perfectly candid photograph of your baby boy gripping his father's hair with his eyes scrunched closed and mouth formed into a wide smile. said father below him had the same expression, although his face was contorted into something that looked awfully akin to pain (maybe he wasn't being dramatic after all).

seishiro is now on his second to the last egg, scouting the top of the kitchen shelves after finding three hidden at the top of his playroom cabinets. he probably got tired asking his older carbon copy "dada, can you wift seishi?" every time he thinks he spots something small oval-shaped object, so he asked to just sit on the back of his father's head the moment the three of you left the room.

“sowwy, dada.” the boy rubs satoru’s head with his chubby little hands and presses his lips onto the thick tufts of white hair. he then gives the chocolate egg he grabbed from one of the cupboards to his father who was currently holding the now tiny basket in his left hand.

just when your baby was about to go back to pulling his father's hair to maneuver out of the kitchen and look for the last egg, the sound of paper rustling immediately reached his ears. he looked down and saw his own father unwrapping the egg the boy had just given.

satoru was about to put the treat in his mouth when a pair of small soft hands suddenly covered his open mouth and a cheeky giggle was released, prompting your husband to look up and attempt to speak through a muffled voice.

“dada… can’t eat seishi’s eggies… untiw we find… ow eggies!” your baby eloquently says, astonishing both you and your husband (most especially your husband, who didn’t even notice that seishiro had already grabbed the treat from his fingers and handed it to you instead).

satoru then suddenly lifts seishiro off his nape and sits him on the countertop while you slowly walk towards them.

"since when could you speak so well, huh, dumpling? since when?" your husband starts attacking the boy with neck kisses, making seishiro laugh and squirm around while struggling to answer his father. you join in satoru’s kiss assault, blowing raspberry on your toddler's belly and wish for your precious baby to never grow up.

happy super late easter!!(?) hehe

navi

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Hehe me gets it But yes. No offence to anyone but like I don't like making and nobara especially when they shit to him

bestie same :(( i get so angry whenever i see someone not lovingly insulting gojo

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*aesthetic keyboard smash which I can't do ever*

Not the keep the change. I just know it's his ‘flirting but not really cuz I'm a nice person’ technique

also the 'irdk where to spend my money so here u are make urself happy'

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its been a while talkin wit u gurl omg

this may be a meme but the context here hits u like a bus

imy bestie 🤧

it hits me like a bus then runs over me again & again bc the pain within the context just won't stop

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Satoru is definitely either something stupidly long for an order type of person

Or only to get cakepops kind of guy

omg yes!! like he's gonna order 1 item and pay 10k yen and be like "keep the change :DD"

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shane babe waifu look

🥰✨ gojo siwa 🥰✨

ah yes. the strongest dance mom who hollows purple people with glitters <333