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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.

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

TOMORROW

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.

your hand languidly reaches up to rub the sleep from your eyes. your nose scrunches up as you squint from the sunlight peeking through your drapes. it must be well into the day by now, and as much you'd like to stay in bed, there are things you wanted to get done today. you try to get out of bed, shimmying your way out in an effort to savour the warmth of your cozy bed as long as you can, before feeling a hand softly tug at your shirt. as you turn on your side, you're met with your pouting husbands groggy gaze, squinting at you with eyes full of the most breathtaking shade of blue you've been obsessed with since high school. "stay with me sweets, just a bit longer..?" Satoru pleads, his voice low and gravelly as he lifts his arm up, inviting you into his warm embrace. how could you turn him down? you crawl into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck as he wraps his around you, one going up your shirt (it's actually his shirt, but you both love it when you steal his clothes) to graze your bare back, the other groping your plush ass, pulling you in closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. you rake your fingers through his glossy locks, placing a few soft kisses along his collarbone before nuzzling into the crook of his neck as the amount of comfort and bliss you give him sends him right back into his slumber. you feel safe in his arms, he makes you feel home. your sleepiness begins to overpower you, your eyelids fluttering shut. when every second spent with you is this perfect, a bit longer could never hurt.

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reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

me, trying to explain the ides of march to my friends and family:

(If your name is Julius Caesar, DNI with this post.)

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver