"oh my god satoru you look so cute here!"
"wait wait wait, don't look at those!"
you were currently holding a picture of satoru in your hands. it's nothing you haven't done before, going to the corner store and flipping through recently printed pictures of you and your friends after waiting a week for them to develop.
but this time you weren't holding snapshots of suguru having permanent marker on his face while sleeping or ridiculous photos of satoru and shoko grabbing onto each others hair, fighting over who gets to get the last snack from their stash. this time you held a photo of satoru, except younger. exponentially younger. as in, you just got your hands on a photo of satoru the moment he was born. literally.
like every other newborn he had that faint pink shade on his soft skin, button nose, and little hands that had the chubbiest of fingers. you swore you fell in love all over again with him.
the grown up version of the baby however did not feel the same. he didn't think a visit to his family's prestigious estate would lead to you seeing the one photo he would rather die than having any one of his friends see. he'd rather have you take a photo of him falling flat on his face on a pile of garbage actually.
how you came across that photo of him, he has no idea. you both were currently residing in his old bedroom, laid down on the old tatami mats that still smelled new. all he remembers is you getting up to look for something within the old cabinets of his room before you exclaimed about your recent discovery.
"oh there's more, lemme see."
"nononononono, no! you've already seen enough!"
satoru tried desperately to snatch the small box of photos that was now on the floor. seriously who put this here?? — maybe his mother heard of how he was bringing you along for the weekend and planted a little surprise for you to find. he was unsuccessful, again, as you seemed to be faster than the strongest now since the box was now sitting on your lap — the stack of photos now in your hands as you flipped through them one by one.
"you used to wear such cute things too! look at that, it's a little onesie with a duck pattern!"
satoru was now internally screaming, his ears blowing out steam now from embarrassment. they must be, since he could feel his face rise in temperature faster than ever, he might even be a new shade of scarlet now. he's resorted now to lying face first on the floor, burying his face in his arms trying to shield himself from your commentary.
he didn't budge when you poked him with your fingers, trying to show him photos of his even younger self. satoru won't deny it, he was cute as a baby. the cutest even (his ego was whispering that) — but to have you witness him in all his newborn glory? that was too much for him. now his image was shattered (the one he created in his head), you won't look at him the same anymore. you'll only think the words cute and adorable, and so on after this. no more comments on how hot he was, how undeniably attractive his smile was.
satoru gojo, was indefinitely, ruined.
that was at least his way of thinking. you were internally dying on the inside.
to think that at such a young age, satoru still held the most striking pair of eyes you've ever seen. even as a baby you could see that he held the heavens and even the depths of hell in them. you can see why many people whispered how his birth had changed everything in the jujutsu world.
but even so, you couldn't bring yourself to care about those old rumors. right now, you were focusing on just how cute he used to look, back when he was just a couple of pounds and was drowning in innocence that any baby had.
"hey satoru?"
"..mm?", well at least you got a reaction.
"who took these photos anyway?"
you had to wait a few seconds until you heard him shuffle, moving on all fours before sitting up and placing himself right next to you. the embarrassment had died down, just a bit. there was still evident pink on his neck, ears, and cheeks.
"it was mostly just my mom and the maids. they were the ones who always dressed me up too."
that made you smile, the image of a fussy satoru not wanting to put baby gloves on with a matching outfit — it was too good not to imagine. a few moments passed before satoru carefully snatched a handful of photos from you. you were about to protest when he began telling you the story behind each of them, or well, the ones he could remember.
maybe you seeing him like that wasn't so bad after all.
p.s., now he's totally gonna send some of these to the group chat. bet he was a cuter looking baby than suguru and shoko anyway.
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tagged by @clusterbuck @rewritetheending @devirnis @exhuastedpigeon @rainbow-nerdss @transboybuckley <3
ok writing a heartachey fwb fic based off chappell roan’s good luck, babe! and buck’s had the eddie revelation so even if he and tommy are taking things slow he’s like. this is probably casual but with someone nice instead of random dates and eddie doesn’t know quite why he doesn’t like that idea yet but he’s like well in that case what if you explored that stuff with someone who knows you and buck’s not gonna say no to that on account of the being in love
some not actually unrequited love some pining some comphet on eddie’s part
YOU’D HAVE TO STOP THE WORLD JUST TO STOP THIS FEELING!
Eddie thinks he’s pretty good at schooling his face to hide surprise when things catch him off-guard, a lifetime of managing emotions other people—or parents—might judge him for. He’s better these days at knowing he doesn’t need to, and the vulnerability in all his most important relationships isn’t tamped down anymore, but still: if needed, he’s pretty good at managing his reactions to things.
This is not one of those times. This is Buck sitting across the quaintly checkered tablecloth from Tommy Kinard, cozy and intimate in this little Italian restaurant. The same atmospheric Italian restaurant Eddie’s at with Marisol, his girlfriend. Of the romantic variety.
Not really the kind of place you’d bring a guy friend. Certainly not somewhere Eddie’s ever come with Buck.
tagging @onward--upward @eddiebabygirldiaz @goforkinard @chronicowboy @buckactuallys @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @athenagranted
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Y’ALL JUST HEAR ME OUT.
How many times has anyone watched episode 4 where at the end Kaya kisses Usopp goodbye? That WHOLE scene has me dying for one specific reason.
Yes. Zoro is awkward. He looks away. They all do. But the WHOLE time even when Luffy and Nami start talking and she says, “Let them have this one.” He is STILL looking uncomfortable and nervous. Like, what is even affection?? What even is kissing???
I know they are supposed to be between 17-19 when they all first meet, but after watching this scene over and over again, and finding this video, y’all cannot tell me that Zoro has 1) had a girlfriend 2) has kissed someone. Because that boy is so nervous just from WATCHING A KISS. It’s giving cute fuckin inexperienced in the ways of affection and life and I can’t deal. He’s so soft and such a baby. A BABY.
This is why when I write for him he pushes back at any sort of affection or he struggles to say or do the right thing, feeling wise. He’s inexperienced when it comes to relationships and what is the right thing to say. Even in episode two, he says “I don’t talk. I hit things.” If He’s about to profess some type of feelings prepare yourself for a messy and confusing ride cause it’s going to have a lot of starts and stops and heavy sighing mixed in with throat clearing.
Attached is a video I came across from a Brazilian fan account for One Piece that literally just focuses on him the whole time during the kiss. You can try and tell me I’m wrong but 🤷🏽♀️🙃🙃🫠 I’m officially in on that idea.
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CxBYidfO8Dz/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
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💫It Hurts...💫
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-warnings- smut, sub leeknow, mommy is used for reader, leeknow cries 🥺, innocent leeknow
-word count-532
-a/n- somebody who is a better writer then me(literally anyone) needs to write a series with innocent skz. Corrupting them or smth. Please I beg you 🙏🙏🙏
"Baby what's wrong?" You woke up to the sound of Leeknow whimpering, fearing that he was hurt you immediately sat up in bed. He jerked his head in your direction and let out a high pitched whine, face crumbling as he climbed into your lap.
"Mommy it hurts...."
Your face contorted in confusion as you tried to comfort the boy with soothing circles on his thighs. His hips jerked up at your touch and he let out a cry as he buried his face in your neck.
"Why d-does it hurt...."
You tried to pull him back to see his face but he only cried more as he clung on tighter. You started to wonder if he was feeling sick and placed your hand on his forehead, but then you felt something hard poking your stomach.
Oh...
You rubbed a hand up and down his back as the other caressed his upper thigh.
"Minnie?" You give his upper thigh a gentle tap. "Does it hurt down here?"
You hear a little sniffle as he nods his head, confirming your suspicion.
He must've woken up like this and freaked out.
"I can help you Min, if you'd like." He pulls away from your neck at the promise of relief. You coo at his pretty face, all pink and covered in tears.
"Can you be a good boy and listen to me? If you listen to me I can make you feel better, okay?"
He eagerly nods his head, mumbling.
"I can do that...."
You place a gentle kiss to his pouty lips.
"Im gonna touch you okay, baby? Let me know if its to much."
He tilts his head like a confused puppy and starts to ask what you mean by that but you place your hand over his bulge and gently caress him, making him cry out and latch onto you again.
"M-mommy...it feels weird..."
You coo at him as you continue to caress his bulge, noticing the quickly growing wet patch on his underwear. He bucks his hips up and lets out a sharp cry when your fingers ghost past his sensitive tip. You quietly shush him and place a sweet kiss to the side of his head, continuing to play with his sensitive tip.
You know he's close when he starts to grind his hips against you, pushing himself against your body for more pressure. You encourage him to move his hips as you place a hand on his bum and give it a gentle squeeze, guiding his hips to grind against you.
"Nghh! Mommy s-something's-"
His thighs start to shake and all it takes is a squeeze to his cock for him to let out a high pitched whine as you feel him soak through his underwear.
"Shh, good boy. Its okay. Let it all out." You pepper his head with kisses as he slowly stops moving his hips, exhaustion taking over.
"All better?" He places a tiny kiss to your neck as he nods his head.
You rest your hands on his lower back and lean your head against his, holding him as he finally falls asleep.
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