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oh no, my jelly donut has been stabbed!! 23 times!!!

wow, what a cute jelly donut! i think i'll name him caesar.

the day is almost upon us…

here traveler, it’s not safe to go alone. Take this

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soon

ᡣ𐭩 content — fan!gojo x pop-princess!reader. fluff, gojo's kind of a freakk :P

fan!gojo is, delicately put, obsessed. his penthouse apartment? a whole room dedicated to your discography, limited edition vinyls glowing under soft led lights, and walls plastered with every magazine cover you've ever graced. his credit card? permanently swiped for your latest merch drops, holographic posters, and plushie keychains.

fan!gojo who hears about the meet-and-greet raffle from your instagram (he's the first to like the post). panic sets in. a raffle? random chance? this is an affront to his meticulously planned life. no amount of money can guarantee a win.

fan!gojo who has to beg for this stranger on reddit to give them their tickets to him. he lost a little over a million dollars (yeah, okay, in hindsight, that wasn't financially smart — but, this was the opportunity of a lifetime).

fan!gojo who ends up bringing geto with him, since he doesn't want the other ticket to go to waste. out of geto, of all people, he's not sure. geto, the heavy-metal aficionado. their music tastes' are worlds apart, but gojo's doing his best friend a favor.

fan!gojo who spends hours picking out his outfit, to which geto snorts, "it's not like you're going on a fucking date with her."

fan!gojo who huffs, dramatically crossing his arms. "we're taking pictures."

fan!gojo who ends up bring all of your vinyls to the meet-and-greet. every single one. "what?" he asked geto, who was giving him a funny look. "i couldn't decide. they're all amazing."

fan!gojo who's practically bouncing off the walls, when the security guard tells him it'll be their turn, soon. will he be okay? does he look okay? wait, does he smell okay?

fan!gojo who's shoving his to-be-signed merch into geto's hands, cracking his knuckles. after a moment, he snatches them back, hissing, "don't do anything embarrassing, okay?"

"...says the one bringing a whole ass record store."

fan!gojo who is freaking out when he lays his eyes on you. in person. even geto, who's never seen him flustered over a girl, can't help but snicker.

fan!gojo who thinks your voice is even sweeter in real life, if that's possible. you smile, a soft greeting leaving your lips. all he can do is stutter a response. (yes, geto is filming.)

fan!gojo can't tear his eyes off you. you're dolled up in the prettiest shade of pink, and you look gorgeous. your hair rests in soft curls, styled to perfection. though, he'd pop a boner if you showed up with bed-head.

fan!gojo who gets all his merch signed by you, as he grins boyishly, a warm pinking dusting his cheeks.

fan!gojo who musters out the courage to blurt; "i love you! y— your music, i mean," stuttering over his attempted amends. too much courage, it seems.

fan!gojo who practically sighs in relief when you laugh. "yeah?" you ask, handing him his items.

"yeah," fan!gojo says, breathy. "huge fan."

you tilt your head at him, thoughtful eyes. "i can tell." fan!gojo's cute, you think. as they're heading out, you stop him, watching his brows knit in confusion.

"we can take a picture, just us," you suggest. "if you'd like."

if fan!gojo would like? fuck, yeah, he would.

fan!gojo who's beaming, waiting for the click of the camera, when you catch him off-guard — pressing a kiss to his cheek.

fan!gojo who's eyes widen, and he's sure that photo came out odd on his end, but god, he'll keep it forever.

fan!gojo who thinks his life can't get any better, but you're sliding off your bejeweled, pink bracelet and slipping it on his wrist. eyes twinkling, you wave him out.

it's not until he gets home, placing his merch back where it belongs (on what normal people would call a shrine, but fan!gojo prefers the term collection), that he notices something on his vinyl, not just a signature.

it's your number, with, right below it; for my biggest fan.

fan!gojo who's breath hitches. he's won.

hey guys! just wanted to let you know that I woke up this morning with the feeling that today is gonna be a great day. in fact, I think im gonna go ask brutus if he wants to go out tomorrow! its been a little bit since we've had some good quality time and a heart-to-heart.

I should be sleeping but there's a boop war going on

Boop boop boop

Yuuji Itadori

you were wearing one of yuuji's hoodies, cuddling with him in his apartment as the both of you stayed up watching scary movies for halloween. it had become something the two of you always did once the time rolled around - binging holiday-focused movies. he'd get the movies, you'd get the snacks, and the two of you would binge movies together until you both succumbed to a comforting sleep, enveloped in each other's tired, yet warm embrace.

half-way through a random 80s slasher, you could feel your eyelids growing heavier by the second, your achy arms finding solace around your boyfriends midriff. he turned his head from the screen towards you, only to find your cheek pressed against his chest as you faced the screen, your eyes began to flutter shut. your face was adorable to him, the way your cheek was pressed against him made your mouth into a funny shape, a small grin painting his features. he raked his fingers through your locks, tilting his head slightly while taking in how your sleeping state. how you wrapped your arms around him so tightly yet barely even conscious, how big and baggy his hoodie was on you, fragile and peaceful you looked in his embrace. the movie was paid no mind to as yuuji too, started to drift off. with one hand, his fingers laced through your hair, the other gently caressing your soft cheek, playfully pinching before letting his muscles relax and resting with his love.

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