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a funny little comic
#corru.observer#my art#fun fact this took 15 whole hours!#hand lettering takes a while#it turned out cool looking so it was worth it tho
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Summer Camp
Fighting ghosts had caused his grades to drop, to the point where some were barely passing. That's why Mr. Lancer recommended him to get a tutor or attend a remedial course, something Danny considered quite absurd, how was he going to be able to get away from Amity without it getting destroyed?
Jazz didn't seem to find it absurd at all, and despite his complaints, the halfa ended up at "summer camp" to boost his knowledge or something (Sam and Tucker seemed pretty sure they could handle the ghosts on their own while he was gone), at least, they had an activity about stargazing, for which Danny was grateful.
In the camp he found someone just as bitter as he was, but strangely excited. "Jason Todd" was grumpy about attending and having to be away from his family, but he was excited to learn new things. Danny found it endearing.
They both ended up becoming friends, and reminding each other of the things they were missing. At the end of the camp, it seemed that life had returned to the eyes of the tired halfa. It was during his last night at the camp, when Danny was showing the boy the stars, that Jason kissed him.
Unfortunately they didn't have much time left so they decided to keep in touch and send each other letters. Each headed to their respective city with a smile on their faces. The happiness Danny had earned was gone as soon as Jason's letters stopped coming.
He checked the Gotham newspapers with curiosity and was furious as soon as he saw the news of Jason (sweet, nerdy, and rude Jason) being killed in a fucking explosion. He flew at full speed until he found his grave, and helplessly began to cry. Whether he was angry or sad, he didn't know.
Ectoplasmic tears fell on the grave and unknown to the halfa, they were absorbed by the body. When Danny noticed that the tomb was beginning to glow the same toxic green he knew he couldn't help but feel hopeful. But it wasn't enough.
He didn't know if it would work, but on instinct he drew ectoplasm directly from his core and propelled it into Jason's tomb, hoping it would help. Danny wondered if he was breaking a rule in the Realms but he didn't care.
When he heard his friend's weak heartbeat (Boyfriend? Lover? He doesn't know, they never put a label on each other) he began to dig up the dirt around the grave, but before he could finish, time stopped and Clockwork looked at him with a frown. His mentor looked annoyed, but strangely comprehensive as he directed him to the Clock Tower.
#dpxdc#dead on main#Jason and Danny attended to the same summer camp#Jason because he wanted to learn the things he couldn't before being adopted#and Danny because he needed to improve his grades#Jason loved being Robin but loved more learning new things#he was grumpy because Bruce told him to stop being Robin for a while to attend the summer camp#They fall in love with each other#dp x dc#dc x dp#deadonmain#They kept sending letters to each other until Jason died#Danny's tears and ecto in general revived Jason#But that broke a rule in the realms#that's the reason Clockwork was disappointed#because Danny broke the equilibrium but they couldn't do anything and it was already done#Jason revival happened as normal#the difference was that in the future Batman cornered Red Hood and was about to send him to Arkham#at that moment Danny appeared and froze all the ground between them before taking Jason's hand and pulling him out of there#and they both reconnected#The Ancients forbade Danny from seeing Jason for a period of time while they searched a way to mend the broken balance#Danny can be ghost king here or not you chose
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Here's just a short comic that I drew as a way to practice the webtoon style layout and stuff. It's a little comic idea I've had since 2012 and now finally found a reason to draw it out~
Read it under the cut~
#original#a kiss at the library#GL#yuri#I hope nothing is blurry or anything#while doing this i noticed and realised many things that i need to take into account#especially that i need to use a textool and not letter stuff by hand - it's both faster and easier to read lol
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mistake unlocked: hurting the scary warden’s daughter!
aka Akari’s initial return to Jubilife did not go as hoped
#warden ingo#akari#zoroark akari#zoroakari#zoroakari au#someone caught her illusion slipping and didn't so much as 'sound the alarm' as 'take matters into their own hand'#the sky being fucked and volo's warning of the zoroark and then death had everyone on high alert#fear makes people do stupid things#zisu managed to stop the attack (akari hadn't fought back at all) while ingo went immediately to grab the zoroark-girl#were she not in need of medical attention there would have been Drama#akari does not return to jubilife again for a hot minute. instead she gets visited in the highlands by her friends#cyllene can't really leave the office (esp w kamado out of commission for a bit) but she writes akari letters#it encourages akari to keep practicing her transformation so she can write back#laventon is upset by her death and resurrection but deals with it by bringing her her favorite foods#and asking her about her new instincts and behavior#rei takes her out to do survey work and just hang out because she deserves some chillaxing time
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good morning!! <3
#yay more of the same#i did like the very beginning of penacony yesterday#so hopefully i'll do more today :3#beyond that i honestly dunno what my plans are for today#it's been a while since i've sat down and watched a movie so that'd be fun#that or i write something but i'm gonna try my hand at doing more letters for my mutuals which will take all my writing energy#it was fun doing it last year (and the valentines game gives me until the 16th-18th for it this time so might as well :3)#i just need to start early so i don't end up having to write a bunch all in one day#but that's enough rambling lol#i hope you'll have a good day/night!! <3#morning rambles
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my fucked up little meow-meow aka some jon’s scar headcanons
#tma spoilers#jonathan sims#my art#i had this idea while thinking about the letter from jonah to jon#how he mentioned him being marked#now did that mean jon had to have scars from every single fear? no#but it would be really cool#for the spider; i just gave him a little birthmark on his leg#as like. a callback to his first ever encounter#and the spirals on his hand are from when he tried to open michaels door#i could explain all of them in detail but thatd take forever#but anyway yea my scrungly#the magnus archives#sketch
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thinking about this sentiment today
#i definitely agree with the constant stimulation part. im actually stimulating myself RIGHT NOW instead of working on hard things lmao...#ive felt this for a while (should probably just turn it into a post) but i think the concept of 'hyperfixation' and consumption online#goes hand in hand with all that stimulation and dopamine stuff#i understand the impulse to 'hyperfixate' but i genuinely think doing it too much makes you worse and i dislike promoting it#anyway i think appreciating the physical world through direct experience is a good middle ground (this is a fancy way of saying take walks)#and maybe creating art? writing letters to family/friends you're unable to immediately meet?#i guess instead of mourning the loss of immediate stimulation you can learn to comfortably dwell in that discomfort#because then it'll be more meaningful when you ARE stimulated#anyway. the work continues 😑🚬#ennisposting#snippets
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in 2024 i will write and plan and maybe begin making the longer version of Shine that i truly want to make very badly…
#me when i have to sit down and formulate my thoughts into a real storyline#shine benefits from being really short#but i’d LOVE to make something much longer#like proper graphic novel length#and perhaps release it as a webcomic#but i need to schedule out how i can reasonably tackle this#while moving/having a full time job#BUT I WANT TO DO IT SOOOO SOS SOSOSOSO BAD#i also want to do a sweet romance comic but i don’t have a huge amount of thoughts around it#and also maybe turn girls asterisk into a comic#i also had an idea to make a comic about the letter delivery process and the many hands that it takes#to send a letter#GOD i just have lots of like vague Vibes#and no real concrete storyline
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Hmmm... so if ASiS takes place in 1881, and I've said that Enola was nine the previous year...
Then evidently this version of Holmes and Watson meet when Sherlock is a few days shy of 24.
#fic writing#fiddling with a more idk canon-compliant enola idea?#and i like sevens so this version of her is 14 years younger than sherlock and 21 years younger than mycroft#(she must have married very young)#so at the time enola is ten in a moderately large house with only her mother and a handful of staff#while her eldest brother establishes himself as the british government#and her other brother is about to become quite famous#(i think it's funny that if you got all of the sherlocks who inhabit my brain in a room...)#(the one with a little sister would be the baby of the bunch)#((idk what i'm taking from books/movie/etc. yet [tho EH2 is probably garbage to me in this endeavour]))#((my basic concern is making sure that events outside of enola are happening in basically the right order))#((so holmes and watson have each other at the right time/are doing their early cases in the right order))#((and so on))#((right now she's sitting at home with mum reading her brothers' letters over her shoulder and reading the strand))#((deeply annoyed that mycroft writes very infrequently and sherlock replies to letters on a several month delay))#((and also doesn't seem to be able to read her handwriting))#((it's not a her problem - he's dyslexic and children's handwriting is a weakness in general))#((but enola doesn't know that))#(*she married young as in mrs holmes btw)#pseudo acd compliant enola au
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Love the fact that Diluc and Kaeya were described to be “like twins” bc I get thinkings of them eerily having like. Smth of twin esp, and it just confusing the HECK outta Crepus endlessly bc only ONE of his boys is his biological son, and yet without a doubt, they were just so attuned to each other, that no matter where they happened to be, o matter how much older they got, they’d IMMEDIATELY beeline for each other if there ever was a shift in mood
#//Nah fr; these two rotate in my brain like in centrifuge#☆ ┆ ( .ooc. );#//Anywho this was born out of me thinking about nobody every knowing when Kae got dysphoric bc he’d rather DIE than voice it#//And then I thought; no. Luc would know. he would know but prolly know not what to fucken DO about it#//Maybe sends smth via Noelle or one of his birds; smth small but meaningful to distract him#//Maybe demanding he go and clear out hilichurls near the Winery; bc the knights Clear Need The Head’s Up Or They’d Have Missed That Spot#//Cluld Diluc do it himself; yes. but like this; now Addie can get to see Kae and take care of him; whatever’s going on#//Kae could never resist popping by for a quick hello to his favorite maid; after all#//Prolly why Kae was so restless while Luc was off in Snezhnaya. waking up endlessly; vision or not; bc SMTH happened leagues away#//And the worry suddenly GRIPPED him; and refused to let go until Diluc wherever he was got to safety. only THEN would Kae relax#//Even if only marginally; bc now he’s going to be anxious about what that was for the rest of the day#//Even with the divide the years and Kae’s confession of his heritage put btw them; I’d like to think it still lingers#//They just can’t read each other as well anymore bc they think they’ve wholly changed. And in some aspects; they really have#//Or is it that Luc can’t believe Kae really is still the same kid he knew under the mask; & Kae can’t believe Luc does still care#//Anywho; love the idea of one getting into a depressive slump & the other getting in a cold sweat like ‘I gotta draft a letter-‘#//Bc that’s one of the only ways they can communicate without getting snippy; ig#//I like to think Kae thinks it as Celestia’s big joke on him#//How else could such a bond still linger after what he did to destroy the new of it? Now he’s alwaysgot to be reminded of the broken pieces#//A fitting punishment for a sinner whose greatest fear is to be alone#//The strongest; most trusting jond he’d ever had; now left to tatters in his hands that he can’t begin to fix so easily
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I get wanting to stay away from the Nun stuff because it’s been wild. In all honesty fandoms are not the same anymore. The whole dynamic of what fandom use to be is literally gone and morphed into something unhealthy. I agree with you people need to take a step back.
I've been on Tumblr since 2007 and in fandom since before that. What I've seen happen defies logic. Sure, Tumblr used to be crazy town back in the day, but I'll take the "tumblrina/SJW" era, where everyone made fun of this place over now any day because even when it was "extreme", there was still...idk...a semblance of logic involved??? People still understood boundaries. Now we've gotten to the point where you have psychotic stans writing whole-ass novel-length letters to their faves to excuse the harassment they're dishing because they "feel betrayed". Why are they betrayed, you ask? Because someone had a romantic relationship without notifying their fans immediately. Like......GO OUTSIDE.
Stop making your lives revolve around celebrities and pieces of media. That shit is unhealthy. You can love something without it becoming intrinsically tied to you as a person. That's the line we crossed that ruined it all. The moment a thing becomes intertwined with the fan's sense of self, then unavoidably, any criticism of it becomes a criticism of the person. That's how people become rabid about the dumbest shit. That's how these unhealthy parasocial relationships that have ruined fandom are born. We need to reevaluate what we're doing. Intensely.
Does it not seem wrong that the moment people become even slightly famous, the path from engaging with fans to deleting all social media and going underground is becoming shorter and shorter? Y'all dehumanize and abuse these folks to the point of making them not want anything to do with you. If that's how you "love" someone, then maybe there has to be some reexamining and introspection happening because that's some toxic love.
#the CE and nun lady situation is one of the craziest things I've seen in a while#those letters from the fans screamed 'I need to be admitted'#that was UNHINGED shit#at least it was equal opportunity harassment because it's usually the woman who gets abused but he was taking it too#like...y'all don't fucking know these people#no matter how much you think you do you don't know them at all#trust me that I know first hand how different most of them are from the public personas they've crafted#rants#fandom#anonymous#answers
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Me: why is it taking me so long to draw this (completely normal) cute miwi comic?
Me doing the writing, lines, lettering, and colouring for 27 pages myself.
Me: right. Comics are… a lot of work.
#doing some of the lettering right now#and while it’s definitely better than me writing it out by hand#for both legibility and time#it’s still a fair amount of work#and I’m not even getting into how long the painting bullshit I’ve#gotten myself into is taking#but damn it looks so cool#I’ve almost gotten all of the lines for the panels down#and speech bubbles and text boxes#only six or seven more for that#I might have this done by June#but… maybe not because I’m getting my wisdom teeth removed this month#when I’m done this though#I think I’m going to get some of the pages printed#so I can put them on my wall#because some of them look really cool
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making dyslexia-type mistakes like confusing d/b/p is an "everyone does that sometimes" thing yes?? like it's one of those things where it's the frequency of the symptom that is significant, not the mere presence of the symptom?
#you'd think i would know this given *gestures* everything#and i mean.#i'm PRETTY sure#but i'm not CERTAIN#this post brought to you by taking three attempts to spell the word 'pause'#i do also swap the order of letters while typing#but tbh i think that's just a case of coordination#its very easy to type wrod instead of word if youre typing quickly with both hands
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me, afraid to develop a benzo addiction so doesn’t take any of my prescribed clonazepam for >1yr : eek!!😨😰no thx!!😓😓
me, 1 year of worsening escapist behavior + 6.5mg klonopin later: now THIS is the shit im talkin bout😎😎🤤🤤
#IM NOT CONDONING DRUG ABUSE PLSSS TAKE UR PRESCRIPTIONS AS PRESCRIBED!!#benzodiazepines are only rlly addictive if the person starts abusing them. not if ur taking them as prescribed#also i can’t just keep doing this on the regular degular ok this was a blip in the simulation#i just had an awful spiraling start to my day at 6am and just wanted to sleep away the pain of realizing i’ll never have my mom again#everything i wanted someone to feel abt me everything i wanted them to say that they love me that they’re proud that they’re going to miss#i was so desperate to be comforted i even left my room and went up to my dad before he left for work and he didn’t even notice the tears#then the waterworks started and my dad finally hugged me against his chest#i felt so small like a child 22 year old me jsut wanted to be comforted by her dad like#like a child all over again#but ik i had to get it together i couldn’t be a child forever so i let go#i went back to my room n i couldn’t qualm the sobbing abandoned child within i couldn’t give her her mom back#all i could do to make this anxiety this pain this desire to see her again right now now now.#all i could do was take my anxiolytic and hope it put me to sleep. just for a little while#i only wanted to sleep for just a little while until the storm passed and i woke up n forgot what it feels like to miss my momma#she wrote her last letter to me and i spiraled at her words#‘i’m really going to miss YOU’ as i tell myself over and over i don’t rlly miss her i’m numb to her absence#‘ our coffee dates. car rides. shopping’ i don’t remember any of those things not clearly at least#’sitting in the couch together holding your hand while running my fingers through all that hair of yours’#that’s all i want . someone to run their fingers through my hair. but she’s not here anymore no one wants to love me like she did#‘you know your self worth like i taught you when you were just an itty bitty little baby’#how would she feel now if she knew my self worth was 0 it’s nothing i’m worthless i’m alive to be used n abused i’m not worth anythin#not worth anything good#i always thought she was my best friend. in her letter she said i was her best friend .i always thought my feelings were one sided. but no#she said she’d look at me and it was like looking into a mirror#now when i look into a mirror i don’t recognize the reflection they’re a stranger to me#was she my mirror too??? and now that she’s gone i don’t know who i am anymore????#if she’s gone i might as well be gone too#these awful thoughts needed to stop i needed to sleep so i took 12x the amt im supposed to#it’s not gonna happen again. but i won’t lie it was nice while it lasted#ramblings
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When you spill the tea to Atsumu do you first get in your comfy clothes with a face mask (him of course doing the same) and then tell him the latest gossip, or does he have a glass of wine ready and is eagerly waiting to get your shoes off to pass it to you and hear you spill.
Since he knows that we always crack a bottle of wine open at these dinners he usually puts on the kettle once I text him that I’m omw home. Atsumu already corners me at the door so there’s no way I can settle in + get comfy before he asks a bazillion questions, so usually he just follows me around the apartment while I get ready for bed and tell him everything 🥰 we both end the night snuggled in bed with teas to finish our conversation and he tells me about his evening too
#probably won’t even let me pee in peace and quiet but ask questions through the door LMAO#with him it’s like privacy doesn’t exist#he will probably also hand me stuff while I undress/ take of my makeup etc#like he gets out all my skincare stuff from#the cabinets while I’m washing my face so I don’t make any unnecessary pauses to think of what step I have to do next#THANK YOU FOR ASKING 😽#letters to nana 💌#potionpeddlerpatchy.ask#atsunana ❤️🔥
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how i met your mother — gojo satoru
contents. fluff, meet ugly, established relationship, highschool!gojo in flashback, gojo just loves his wife and everyone is sick of it
notes. this is apart of my indulge me series but everything can be read as a standalone!
“you forgot to give me a kiss this morning,” your husband pouts from your lap before puckering his lips out, “i’ll need a thousand more to compensate!”
just a couple meters away from you, paper crinkles harshly as nanami, your fellow colleague, flips the page on the newspaper he’s reading. you hear a heavy sigh leave his lips. “i missed it when you both hated each other,” he readjusts his glasses with one hand tiredly. he’s disappointed, but not surprised with satoru’s behavior.
this comment causes itadori, who happened to be hanging out in the teacher’s lounge to perk up.
“gojo-sensei and gojo-san hated each other?” he sits up straight on the couch. the pink haired boy looks between you and satoru, who is purring happily as you play with his hair. “i can’t imagine that..” he mumbles quietly. he was, unfortunately, a first hand witness of gojo’s love for you.
the white haired male that was comfortably nestled in your lap looks up at you, “ah! she tried so hard to resist my charms, but this handsome face won in the end!” his loud boast leads you to cover his mouth with the palm of your hand.
“that couldn’t be farther from the truth,” you press your palm harder against his mouth, determined to silence his protests.
nanami easily ignores his senior’s muffled whines while itadori looks at his sensei in pity. marriage must be tough, he thinks.
you only lift your hand off of his mouth with a shriek when satoru decides to lick your palm. he smirks proudly at himself causing the other two males in the room to grimace at the strange display of affection.
“darling, you hated me?” his eyes blink up at you innocently, blue eyes on full display. you purse your lips together, resisting whatever game he was playing at. from the moment you stepped into the lounge with him, he insisted on taking his blindfold off. he argues that he has to see you with his own eyes or he’ll die. you argue that he’s dramatic. nonetheless, satoru was cute so you’ll let him get away with it.
“hate is a strong word– i just didn’t like you very much. we got off on the wrong foot, might i remind you.”
2005 — year one at tokyo jujutsu tech
meet at 1 chome-1-1 dogenzaka, shibuya city, tokyo
that was written in the letter addressed to you from yaga. the bustling streets of tokyo, filled with the cacophony of hundreds of conversations and the rush of oncoming traffic, were a stark contrast to the serene country life you had enjoyed.
the sheer mass of people in the street made it nearly impossible for you to spot your teacher and future classmates, but the heavens above must be on your side because you spot a dark uniform in the corner of your eye, similar to the one you’re wearing.
a jujutsu tech uniform! without wasting a second, you weave your way through the crowd to the tall figure. upon closer inspection, you find that it was a boy with snow hair, a juxtaposition to the dark fabric of his uniform.
“excuse me, but are you by any chance from–” you tap on the abnormally tall frame from behind.
“not interested.” he doesn’t spare you a glance before walking away. it takes you a minute to process what had just happened. did he just–? that must have been a figment of your imagination. you feel as though you were shell shocked.
another voice joins the conversation, “oh, gojo, you found her.” it was another guy with a uniform just like the white haired boy and yours. he has notable bangs, you think.
“did i? she must be a real weakling. i couldn’t even sense her cursed energy,” gojo now turns back to look at you.
a surge of irritation courses through you, your grip on your skirt tightening. this guy must be some spoiled brat that came from a special lineage. you shoot him a sharp glare from the corner of your eyes, only to find out that he too had a sharp gaze on you.
a low whistle comes out of his mouth.
“oh,” there is a noticeable change in the tone of his voice. from your peripheral vision, you notice him take off his round sunglasses. “hey.” you want to laugh.
out of pure pettiness, you recycle his previous comment, “not interested.”
thankfully, another student arrived, this time it was a girl with short brown hair. she waved at you politely, to which you happily smiled. it was nice to know that there were some people left in this world with manners.
soon after her arrival, yaga comes.
“hello, i’m [last name] [first name] from kyoto. please take care of me!” you bow before everyone but gojo or whatever his name is. you come to find out that mr. bangs is actually geto and the pretty girl is ieiri.
“you didn’t tell me she was hot,” gojo not-so-quietly whispers to geto. the hand over his mouth is in vain because you can still hear him clearly. both ieiri and geto make a distasteful face.
you look around confused. it’s not everyday you receive such a brash compliment, “...thank you?”
there’s a slightly horrified look on gojo’s face when he realizes that you had heard him, but he recovers quickly, replacing it with a cheshire grin.
“say, have you been to shinjuku? i’m sure a country bumpkin like you wouldn’t know, so allow me to–”
there’s only so much patience in your body. with a deep breath and your best passive aggressive smile, you utter, “no thanks.”
he blinks. once. twice. you assume he is not used to rejection with the way he has yet to process it.
a soft chuckle leaves his mouth, “playing hard to get, i see. i like a challenge.”
“that’s not really the case.”
“one date,” he announces with a playful smirk, raising a single finger in emphasis.
you’re on the verge of shaking your head in rejection, but before you can, yaga intervenes, swiftly and unceremoniously slapping the back of gojo’s head.
“kids these days,” he mutters under his breath while gojo rubs the wound painfully. you snicker.
gojo straightens up when the sound of your laughs reaches his ears. his eyes track the sound waves back to your face, only to be disappointed when he sees that your attention is on geto.
unlike gojo, geto was trying to salvage what was left of a good first impression. the black haired male smiles awkwardly, leading you away from his strange friend, “so you’re from kyoto? why didn’t you attend the jujutsu tech there?”
from behind you, there’s an incredulous, “eh? and lose a beauty like that to the kyoto guys?”
you’re nearly certain that a blood vessel is about to pop. but you swallow your frustration, choosing to answer the only sensible boy you’ve met today.
“i’m trying to avoid clan matters, so kyoto is the last place i want to be,” you explain to geto who nods understandingly.
what you don’t see is the sneaky wink he sends back at a fuming satoru.
2018 — present day
your recollection must not have been accurate, because your husband is sulking by the end of your story.
“hmph. that’s not how i remember it.” he crosses his arm with a huff.
“how do you remember it? do tell.” you look down at him. there’s a cheeky glint in his eyes, like you’ve just walked into his trap.
there’s a cheeky glint in his eyes, like you’ve just walked into his trap. “i remembered cherry blossoms falling and more hearts floating around,”
you smack his shoulder.
“be serious!”
he waves his hand in the air to stop your playful attacks, “fine, fine!”
you know that he’s secretly enjoying the attention.
“well, i’m quite the looker so it was common for girls to constantly gush over me y’know?” he grins. you did not find that amusing, retracting your hands from his hair. he immediately grabs your hand and places it back on his head.
“let me finish!”
you resume your handiwork on his head reluctantly. “go on.”
there’s a content smile on his face, “i thought you were just trying to hit on me! it was only after i took a good look at you, i realized that you were totally hot.”
“i can’t believe i married you.” you roll your eyes, but there is no malice behind the action.
“hah–” his mouth is wide open. “i’m a total catch, ya’ know?!”
“mhm, yeah. you are a catch toru,” you coo while pinching his cheek and he blushed furiously.
the two of you are too engrossed with each other to notice the horrified look that has settled on nanami’s face. one peaceful afternoon, he thinks. one peaceful afternoon is all he asks for.
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yuji respects gojo as his teacher, but he still can’t believe that gojo was able to pull you.
there have been multiple occasions where you had forgotten to give satoru a goodmorning kiss, each time he finds you and forces you to actually give him a dozen to compensate. it doesn’t matter if he was on a mission or teaching (he’s annoying like that).
gojo’s the pride of the gojo clan so he was spoiled rotten, hence the reason why he was so sure you were into him.
this is only the start, as your high school years go by, he only falls harder.
#kt.writes.·:*¨༺#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo satoru x you#gojou satoru x reader#gojou satoru x you#gojo fluff#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#gojou x reader#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x you#jjk x reader#remember spring days!au
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