fluff. gojo is whining about cereal.
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a/n: hi i haven't written in three years pls be nice to me 😭
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gojo satoru is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer.
everyone was aware of that, but what they weren't aware of is that, when gojo satoru was sitting at home, no curses to exorcise; all he really wanted was a bowl of lucky charms. preferably, all marshmallow lucky charms.
how hard was it to make that and sell them to everyone? due to what he referred to as, “madness”, he was in the worst mood that morning. if satoru couldn’t have the cereal he wanted, then happy was the last thing he could be.
you often woke up later than him, so when you found the man sulking on the couch with a pout on his face, you knew you were in for a wild morning.
“hey, toru,” you hesitantly greet him. he takes a glance at you, then at his bowl of cereal. “i have a problem.”
you nod slowly, joining him on the couch. “and what is that?”
“my cereal isn’t full of marshmallows.”
you snort as you lift his bowl up and take a spoonful of cereal. you bring it up to your mouth, only to have it smacked away by satoru. the spoon lands on your floor, the sound, and sight of it making you flinch.
“satoru,” you gasp. “what the fuck?”
“it doesn’t deserve to be eaten.”
a scowl graces his (beautiful) face, accompanied by the shaking of his head. the sound of the bowl being placed on the coffee table catches satoru’s attention and he continues to stare at the sad bowl of cereal.
“are you okay?”
“i'm strong, handsome, funny, i'm almost perfect,” he whines. "the only thing missing is a lifetime supply of marshmallow-only lucky charms."
your loud laugh rings through satoru’s ears, the disappointed look on his face replaced by a look of disgust.
“what are you laughing at?”
“satoru, out of all the problems you could possibly have, you’re angry about cereal?”
satoru was undeniably upset. but the sound of your laughter and smile that he would do anything to keep, has one tugging at his lips. he figured he could be upset about it later. for now, he wanted to enjoy how beautiful you looked as you teased him for whining about something stupid.
“you're so pretty,” a hand snakes around your waist, and you feel his lips press a long kiss on your cheek.
“there are two boxes of lucky charms left," you grin. "how about we pick all the marshmallows out for you?”
his eyes light up, and before you can get another word in, you’re being tugged into the kitchen.
while you’re stressing about the amount of time it’s going to take you, satoru stares at you with the utmost adoration in his eyes. you seem to surprise him every day, just when he thinks he can’t fall even more in love with you, you prove him wrong.
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With your parents being annoying… I can hear the feeling of intrusion and I don’t know your relationship… but as a mother let me tell you: you carry a peace of your heart outside your body… a call every two weeks would kill me … just to get a perspective for the other side. The problem is usually when they don’t care :). It is hard to find the mix between distance and closeness especially when trying to find your own way in the world. Overprotectiveness can be crushing… but trust me, it was much much easier to be mad at my parents before I had a kid of my own 😄😄🙈 again, not telling you what to feel and I am sure you guys will figure out some way
you’re right, you don’t know our relationship which makes this an unbelievably disrespectful and honestly downright cruel message to send.
she is the one who does not call me for upwards of a month at a time. i honestly can’t remember the last time she called me first. it’s all me. she barely remembers she has another kid and when she does she switches to being possessive and invasive to ‘make up for it’ or whatever. she doesn’t fucking care most of the time. and that’s not worse, this is not better, it all fucking sucks. the only thing im trying to balance is my parents’ continued degree of financial control over my life vs how badly it harms me to continue to have contact with them.
also, if she wanted more frequent contact she could’ve tried idk not abusing me. that might’ve helped. the cptsd makes it a little fucking hard to prioritize having a chat with her, what with her literally almost killing me several times and all. i may be a piece of her heart outside her body or what the fuck ever but she sure as hell didn’t let that stop her from destroying me as a person and blaming me for it. maybe if the idea of not hearing from your kid however often you want bothers you start with ‘don’t be abusive’ and go from there. im making plans for my first kid at the moment and i cannot fathom a world where having that child is going to make me anything but more angry at them for the shit they did to me.
not that you’re entitled to any of that information. just thought you might be jolted out of whatever rosy parents can do no wrong world you live in where there can’t possibly be a fucking reason aside from ‘oh surely this stranger doesn’t get why someone’s mom might want to hear from them’ that someone might not be fucking thrilled to call their mother. i cannot begin to describe how invasive and upsetting a message this was to get when i have already been having a difficult weekend regarding being triggered about this shit.
‘i can hear the feeling of intrusion and i dont know your relationship’ so you know this was wrong to say, then? listen to that feeling next time. it’s your fucking conscience and it might keep you from lecturing the next fucking abuse victim about how they’re probably hurting their abusers’ poor feelings and they just don’t get a mother’s love and how it feels or whatever. fuck off and go to hell.
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