I Can’t Stop Thinking About Them - Blog Posts

I’ve spent months, maybe even a year with the same two characters cycling through different fandoms and I want them to exist so badddd but I’ll never be able to commit to just ONE storyline when they can be a million different things all at once, without even having to do the work of drawing/writing

so embarrassing to get obsessed with your own oc but it doesn't fuel you creatively or motivate you at all you just sort of sit there. like yeah I've been thinking a lot about blorbo from my mind. no images of them exist in the world and they have maybe 3 personality traits so far. I would rather die than attempt to write about them. I've spent the last 48 hours rotating them in my brain though

it's the thought that counts (he's permanently banned from the kitchen)

this is loosely based off of my fanfic Good Good Things on ao3!! it's basically all fluff and these two being cute together, so feel free to check it out if that sounds good to you :3

“Satoru…” Geto gasps, as if the other’s name is a prayer that he’s sworn to repeat over and over. He looks as beautiful as the day they lost each other, Geto thinks, yet he can’t bring himself to move. He is unworthy to lay eyes on Gojo regardless.

Gojo is the one who walks towards him, like an angel who was meant to save him or let him perish. Geto knows he deserves a fate worse than death, but he already experienced that at the hands of Kenjaku. Perhaps that can be enough to consider as eternal suffering.

He hurt the one closest to him — his best friend.

Geto swallows down his words once Gojo stops in front of him. So close, yet so out of reach. He can sense the pain veiled behind the other man’s blindfold. He would be a fool not to know.

He collapses to his knees in defeat and in reverence, body trembling at Gojo’s presence. He chokes back a sob, and Gojo cannot stop his own body from reacting. He’s still weak for him after all this time, just as Geto is weak for him as well.

Gojo comes even closer to him, standing a few inches away. Geto immediately throws his arms around the other’s waist, his hands clinging so desperately for him.

“Satoru, forgive me…”

Gojo inhales sharply. His fingers shakily hesitate before resting on top of Geto’s dark hair.

“Why should I?”

“I came back home. Back to you.”

Gojo cracks a smile. It’s a tiny one, but Geto can see it nonetheless. He feels Gojo rub his thumb along the wretched scar carved into his temple, and he leans into it, chases it like a dying man starved. He closes his eyes because it feels too much — too surreal.

Neither of them speaks because all they can think of doing is learning how to be in each other’s space and have it be the same as before.

“Suguru…” Gojo finally whispers, sinking down on his own knees to be at eye level with him. Geto blinks open his bloodshot eyes to find Gojo pull down his blindfold. The same crystalline blue eyes that have captured his mind, heart, and soul are looking back at him. His bottom lip trembles, as Gojo wraps his hands around his frame. They lean forward, foreheads resting against each other.

This is it, this is what they need — to be together again, to make themselves whole once more.

They take their time to simply look and feel and be with each other. After so many years of fighting and betrayal, they both knew it will take time to mend what they have. However, this is a step closer to the right path.

Gojo tilts his head up, tracing his lips to kiss along Geto’s scar. Every part of himself that he has managed to piece together shatters into a million new ones at the mercy of Satoru Gojo. He cannot help but to sob out his name, letting himself be consumed whole by his love and anguish.

“You are my one and only for eternity, whether in this life or the next.”