Julien Macdonald Fw06

Sukuna having no clue on how to propose so you just randomly wake up one day with an engagement ring on your finger.

And you're just so confused and panicking and when Sukuna wakes up next to you and grumbles "You're being too loud, wife-to-be." you are even more thrown off.

"T-This isn't how you're supposed to do it!"

"And if I did it any other way, you would have still said yes."

"Well... yes. But that's not that point—!"

You can never win against this guy.

hc that gojo satoru is a TERRIBLE cook but when it comes to baking?? bro could open a dessert shop.

"Satoru, what the fuck did you do now?" You mumble, trudging into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you're rudely awoken by the smell of something burning.

"I dont know, babe, I was trynna make scrambled eggs and then the eggs just didnt.... scramble," he whines, a pout on his lips as he turns around to face you, spatula in hand. Or what was left of the spatula... because this man had somehow managed to melt it.

"Toru. Is the spatula melted."

"....No?" he trails off, as you both stare at the clearly misshapen plastic horror that he's holding.

You just sigh, throwing your head back in exasperation. "How the fuck did you even manage that?"

"Girl, I dont know! I followed the tutorial step by step, I SWEAR!" He exclaims, eyes wide as he points frantically to his phone, currently propped up on the kettle, open to a Youtube video on how to make scrambled eggs.

"I'm crying - THERE'S NO WAY you needed a tutorial for scrambled eggs. And you still managed to fuck it up. Oh my god, this is too good." Your laughter is nothing short of diabolical, while he just stands there with the biggest pout on his face.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT?? The eggs just stopped egging, I'm telling you."

You just stare at him, deadpan. "I'm banning you from cooking. Officially. For the rest of our lives. I'm declaring this a Satoru Gojo-free kitchen,"

"HUH?? But babeeeee, what if I wanna make you breakfast in bedddd." Sigh. What a whiny bitch.

"You can order it. I don't trust your culinary skills."

Before he could protest, the sound of a timer rings out, and Satoru visibly perks up, rushing towards the oven. "Yesss, they're ready. Fucking finallyyy!!" He all but shouts in victory.

Your mouth drops open in absolute shock when he pulls out a tray of the most perfect, golden-brown croissants you've ever seen, flaky layers stacked with precision. You stare at him like he just grew a second head. "B-but you... eggs - not scrambled. Plastic melted... What the fuck." You splutter head darting back and forth between the disaster on the stove and the miracle in Satoru's hands.

"How do you suck at cooking the most basic thing, but you can bake like a fucking Parisian pattisier?"

Your menace of a boyfriend just shrugs, placing a croissant on a plate and handing it to you like he didn't just give you whiplash. "Croissant?"

(You devoured more than half of the tray.)

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When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

satoru finds him curled up on the couch.

it’s late—later than he meant for it to be. the mission dragged on for longer than expected, and by the time he slipped through the door, the clock on the microwave was blinking an accusing 12:47 a.m.

you’re already asleep, probably having given up hours ago and trusted that he’d come back to you in one piece. but megumi…

megumi is in the living room, half-covered with the blanket you keep folded over the back of the couch. his head is tipped to the side in that awkward, cricked-neck position kids always end up in when they fall asleep somewhere they didn’t mean to.

there’s a book on his lap, one of those thick ones satoru keeps pretending to understand when megumi talks to you and him about it. his thumb is still tucked inside it, like he meant to keep reading, and just didn’t make it.

on the coffee table is a note.

it’s written in megumi’s handwriting, stiff and slanting and way too neat.

we kept dinner in the fridge. i saved you the last roll.

underneath it, scrawled smaller: you said you’d be back before midnight. i waited.

satoru stands there for a moment, and stares at it. then he slowly walks over, crouching beside the couch and brushing a hand over megumi’s hair. it’s longer now. softer than it used to be when he was smaller.

the little boy doesn’t wake. he just sighs quietly and shifts, like he can feel satoru’s hand even in his sleep. 

“hey,” satoru murmurs, barely more than a whisper. “sorry, kid. i tried.”

no answer, of course.

so satoru leans forward and presses a kiss to megumi’s temple, then another to the top of his head. it’s the kind of affection that used to feel foreign but now fits him like second nature. he tucks the blanket around him better, careful not to wake him.

he’ll carry him to bed in a minute. for now, he lets himself sit beside megumi on the floor, back against the couch, eyes closed and heart warm.

⇢ a/n: no one look at me i’m in my dadjo feels. expect more domestic family fluff from me.

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Satoru has the most endearing habit of “borrowing” your chapstick, your lip tint, whatever you happen to be wearing on your lips that day. He doesn’t care about the color or the flavor; he just loves the way it keeps his lips soft. But, of course, Satoru being Satoru, he has his own special way of "applying" it.

Instead of using it himself, he prefers to steal it straight from your lips, pressing soft, fleeting kisses against them whenever he gets the chance. A quick peck when you’re focused on something, a much more affectionate one when he’s feeling extra needy - you don't mind a bit of tongue, do you? Each time, he hums in thought, rolling his lips together as if trying to guess the flavor.

"Mm… strawberry?" He grins. "No, wait - cherry. Ah, I see. Trying to be extra sweet today, huh?"

You can't help the giggles that bubble up, your cheeks warm from smiling too much. You swat at him lightly, but he only laughs, pulling you into a snug embrace, holding you captive for more stolen kisses. Adoring the way you get flustered, cherishing every moment - because to him, any excuse to kiss you again and again is a perfect one.

My first advice to anyone that wants to start posting fanfics is to never let the “big and popular” blogs intimidate you

Never let them hold whatever power they think they hold against anyone who’s new to the community!!!!! They’re just people who happen to be in the community for long enough to be known by many. But they are not special or better than anyone, they’re just as much of a writer as you are, and they should not be the “president” of any fandom.

I’ve seen a lot of people do this shit when I was starting out in 2021. I never realized it before but now I do and it’s so fucking weird !!!

So many new writing blogs look up to their favorite writers, yet so many of those favorite writers turn out to be assholes and big time haters to the new writers. NEVERRRRR let anyone in the community tell you how to set up your aesthetics for your blog or your posts just because the known blogger has theirs the same way, never let them tell you to not write a certain way, never let them tell you to not like a certain character, never let them know what you plan to write no matter how small or big the idea is THEY WILL TAKE IT!!! Some people are just really fucking miserable and hate to see anyone new to the community gain love and support so quickly.

This is not a made up. This is real shit that happens and has happened to me when I was actively posting on multiple fandoms on different blogs.

Be your own person and do not let anyone intimidate you !!! Block them left and right if you have to, they’ll be mad and talk shit but you’ll be safe in your space with the people who support you.

Inspired by "Obsession" fanfic by EvolvingCatFish