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Channing Tatum praising Adam’s greatness

Bonus :

#literally obsessed with adam drivers #its borderline unhealthy #sigh #want him in a way that would disappoint women all over the globe #🌻.lija reblogs

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“my back hurts,” osamu bends back, wincing with his eyes closed. it’s a saturday, post dinner rush, and he’s taking a break outside.

“maybe if you wore better shoes, you wouldn’t be bothered so much.”

your voice sounds distant through the phone speakers. his black high-tops kicks a pebble out of the way. very broken in, stained, and even a little ripped. he takes his hat off to rub his head before responding.

“but they match and look nice,”

“you can find nice, matching shoes with some support.”

osamu snorts. “those always look ugly,”

you laugh on the other line, and he grins. you groan, and hold the phone up closer to your lips.

“you’re a dork. we can look online later tonight, okay?”

“fine,” he sighs. he can hear the employees in the shop speaking louder, and he takes that as his queue to go back inside. “ya on yer way? yer favorite is the special tonight,”

he can feel you smile. “it’s the special every night. and yes, i’m only a couple blocks away.”

he pushes the back door open, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear as he puts his apron on again. he finishes the call and heads straight to the seating area to set your table up with the plastic reserved sign. like he does every saturday night.

he might even join you this time. just to rest his back, like he does every saturday.

#i love everything about this #osamu gives chronic back pain vibes #always complaining about his lower back and needing massages #its okay though because id be more than happy to help him out 🤭 #🌻.lija reblogs

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why didn't anyone tell me i misspelt peek 😐 all of yous are fake

#/lh #🌻.lija speaks

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2 + 1 — gojo satoru

synopsis. two times megumi thinks gojo is a lost cause and one time he approves of the white haired idiot

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo, ooc, misogyny (from the clan heads), he is so pathetic for his wife (nauseating!), slight yandere behavior, violence, in megumi’s pov, not proofread eep

notes. can you tell i've been obsessed with the apothecary diaries? >< also how long has it been since i've posted a fic? anyways... enjoy!

fushiguro megumi has always wondered how that blue eyed idiot managed to marry you. he must have resorted to underhanded tactics; or at least that's what the sea urchin suspects. though he's never voiced it, the question has bothered him since the day he first encountered the both of you.

nobara clicks her tongue. “this is borderline creepy.” her orange eyes are filled with nothing short of distaste.

“there’s more too,” megumi’s voice responded, carefully flipping the page. the delicate artifact in his hand is something that he should have not touched. perhaps he should have wrapped it with a talisman and destroyed it while he had the chance.

it was too late for that anyway, because not even a second later, gojo satoru bursts through the shoji doors of the classroom. 

with eyes blown wide as if they were caught committing a crime (they were), the first years who had pulled three seats up to a singular desk stare at him. satoru's eyes widen behind his blindfold as he catches sight of the object of their focus.

there lies in the middle of the wooden desk was the physics textbook that all first year jujutsu tech students were required to read. however, this wasn’t just any plain old textbook. it was gojo satoru’s former textbook. brimmed with doodles of their beloved [name] sensei and gojo himself when they were back in highschool.

any free space that was not filled with words were taken up by drawings of you inside of hearts and sometimes a depiction of a chibi version of the two of you.

a true testament to gojo satoru’s pining and devotion to you.

“sensei, we can explain–” yuji attempts to explain himself but gojo holds up a hand to silence the boy. 

unlike you, megumi finds it a lot more challenging to read the white haired sorcerer’s expression with the blindfold on. he wonders if his punishment will be a painful beating disguised as a sparring session (megumi will run to you, who will scare gojo into backing down). you have that effect on him.

it seems like the heavens have answered megumi’s prayers because gojo satoru doesn’t seem to harbor any anger at his shocking revelation.

“i can’t believe you guys found this old thing.” satoru dismisses his students’ personal space by leaning closely to observe the pages. the black haired boy makes a noise of disapproval, but was quickly cut off by his benefactor. “megumi, be grateful that i’m in a good mood today.” he doesn’t elaborate the ominous message, rather choosing to hum happily as he studies his own drawings.

megumi is smart enough to keep his mouth shut. 

“i never took you to be the pathetic type,” kugisaki continues to flip through the pages of the textbook. yuji nods furiously, as if to agree to her observation.

“you seriously never noticed?” megumi mutters under his breath.

gojo places a strong hand on megumi’s back, a languid smile on his face, “it was only natural, considering the lengths i had to go through to win her over.” he ignores the way megumi gasps for air.

“seriously?” itadori asks in disbelief.

“seriously.” gojo confirms wholeheartedly.

megumi shudders, recollecting memories of times before gojo tied you down for good.

2009

“sorry i’m late!” gojo bursts through the dingy apartment door with a convenience store bag in his arm. he was breathing heavily, an indication that he had run to the apartment. an uninterested seven year old megumi doesn’t bother leaving his place on the couch to greet his benefactor.

“they’re in the kitchen,” he says in his monotone voice, eyes never leaving the book that you had just gifted him.

“they?” gojo walks up to megumi to ruffle his hair aggressively. he receives a hiss in return.

“tsumiki and [name]?” the black haired kid says it like it was obvious. his sentence is accompanied with an eyeroll.

at the mention of your name, gojo immediately perks up. megumi imagines that if he were a cat, his ears would be swiveling and his nose twitching, attuned to pick up any trace of your presence. he had just learned that from the nonfiction book in his lap. 

“[name]?! here? now?” gojo’s eyebrows are raised all the way to his forehead. the white haired sorcerer immediately started fixing his uniform and hair. megumi thinks it was comical. he was a lost cause.

the snarky look on his face is quickly wiped off when he sees gojo leaning down, mouth wide open.

“oi brat, check my breath,” gojo opens his mouth wide for megumi to check. the black haired kid shrivels up into the couch the further gojo leans down. megumi considers summoning his newly discovered jujutsu technique, hoping to avoid his fate.

“—toru? what are you doing?” your voice, like a divine intervention, stops gojo from sending megumi to the depths of despair. a sigh of relief escapes his lips.

now it was his turn to watch gojo squirm. the older male’s face contorts to an awkward smile and all of a sudden gojo is reduced to nothing but a mess.

“don’t worry about it darling!” gojo slowly turns around to face you. “agh—?!”

megumi has to peek around satoru’s big frame to see what elicited such a response from the man.

he’s met with a wave of underwhelming familiarity. there you stand, clad in a frilly apron with a wooden spoon in hand, the essence of domesticity incarnate. the soft glow of the warm kitchen lights dances around you, casting a warm aura that seems to envelop the room.

“welcome home, satoru.” you give him your signature closed eye smile. “i mean, you probably don’t consider it your home but—“

you’re cut off by satoru banging his head on the nearest wall repeatedly. he’s muttering something under his breath that you don’t hear.

to his dismay, megumi's keen ears catch every syllable. satoru's voice, though hushed, carries a hint of longing, "what an angel," he whispers, his words laced with adoration. "just marry me already."

unamused, he watches while you try to desperately pry gojo from his strange outburst.

a lost cause indeed.

2009

in that very year, megumi learns that gojo’s efforts to win your affection had yielded no progress. it had become increasingly apparent that his frequent visits to megumi and tsumiki's humble home were motivated to immerse himself in the semblance of domesticity that your presence offered. megumi almost pitied the man, if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew you deserve someone more sensible.

me

[name]

[nameeeee]

i’m dying.

and it’s your fault t^t

[name] ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

excuse me?

me

i’ll have you know that i worked the hardest that i have ever worked to finish all of my paperwork so i could see you tonight… only to find out from megumi that you’re on a date?!!?

i feel like my chest is caving in. 

i’m going to throw up.

[name] ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

oh this is what you’re interrupting my date for?

me

i’m going to be sick.

please tell me, is he hotter than me? wealthier? funnier?

megumi quickly looks away from gojo’s phone screen when the white haired male slams it shut and mutters under his breath a couple of curses. he’s pretty sure half of them were death threats.  honestly, couldn't you have attracted someone with more dignity?

“change of plans,” gojo claps his hands together. “movie night’s off.”

“what?” megumi protests, confusion etched in his features.

“our beloved [name] is getting swept off of her feet. you wouldn’t want that to happen, right?” gojo continues, his tone light but his gaze sharp as it bores into megumi's soul. something unpleasant coils in the pit of his stomach.

megumi feels a chill run down his spine, his mind racing with the implications of gojo's words. if you choose to date this new guy, he realizes, you won't need him or gojo anymore. and that thought terrifies him. it pains megumi to feed into gojo's delusions.

but he can’t let this unnamed suitor steal you away.

a wolfish grin makes its way to gojo’s mouth when he realizes that he’s won.

“what's the plan?”

2016

it was only years later that megumi had seen the true monster that lurks inside of gojo satoru. 

on a hot summer evening, amidst a gathering of esteemed clan heads, he and satoru found themselves in a traditional chamber. while the finer details of the meeting escape his memory, the image of the room that altered his perception of gojo satoru is etched in his mind indefinitely. the wooden walls, adorned with subtle yet elegant designs, speak volumes about the room’s significance as a venue for the most influential members of jujutsu society.

throughout the meeting, he finds himself driving in and out of focus, content to let his mentor represent the gojo clan. however, his attention is abruptly seized by a particular remark that cuts through the haze of his thoughts.

“how’s that whore of yours, gojo?” a clan head jeered, clearly drunk on the sake that was constantly refilled by the servant on the side. his flushed complexion is scarcely discernible thanks to the dim glow emanating from the few lanterns scattered around the room. 

there was only one person he could have been referring to: you. underneath the wooden table, his fingers tightened painfully into fists. pretentious bastards, megumi thinks.

another geezer rubbed his beard thoughtfully, “she has a nice body. perfect to be a concubine, but i would marry a more submissive woman.”

megumi's gaze stealthily darts towards gojo, seated beside him.

he’s startled to find the white-haired man wears a wide grin that belies a hidden truth. unseen by the elders before them, lurking beneath gojo's outward expression, is a manic gleam in his eyes—a revelation that sends a shiver down megumi's spine.

“i’d hold my tongue if i were you.” gojo satoru’s voice was dripping with venom. he sounded downright murderous.

"i'm right, am i not? we can share her if you'd like- name the price." the drunkard continues loudly.

megumi senses an instinctive wave of primal dread washing over him, compelling him with an urgent, almost instinctual need to flee or die.

before he can move a muscle, the flames that surround the room flicker before extinguishing in succession by an unknown force. the metallic stench of blood fills the air and all he can hear is the sound of flesh mutilating and bones crushing accompanied by the painful shouts of the men that once sat in front of him. he doesn’t have to see it with his own eyes to be able to sense gojo’s strong curse residue that suffocates the room.

“stand up megumi. we’re leaving.” his voice carries a feral edge, leaving no room for objection.

on their way out of the compound, the two don’t utter a word at what had just transpired. 

megumi's gaze remains fixed on the ground beneath his feet, the images of the recent events swirling in his mind, leaving him unsettled and shaken. with each step, he grapples with the unsettling realization that beneath gojo satoru's charismatic facade lies a darker, more sinister nature.

the strongest sorcerer of today, riled up by the mere mention of your name.

megumi supposes he doesn’t feel much remorse for those clan heads anyway. he was never the type to mourn over people he didn’t know dying. especially not people who he knew would live on to do evil. it doesn’t help that they were blatantly disrespecting you. perhaps he could sympathize with the monster inside of gojo.

oblivious to the turmoil that stirs inside of megumi, gojo starts to smile.

“i know what you’re going to say,” gojo hums happily. “gojo sensei, you’re so cool! i approve of you marrying my beloved [name]! kyaa~’” he makes a pathetic attempt to imitate megumi. 

the black haired boy grunts. he was going to say something along the lines of his approval for his benefactor, but all desires of flattering the white haired sorcerer disappeared.

gojo watches the black haired boy intently before tutting.

“not that it matters.” megumi is startled to hear how his voice dropped an octave. “i was always going to marry [name] and i’ll be damned to let anyone stop me.” 

2018 – present day

after satiating his students with tales from his pining days, your husband comes home often clingier than normal (is that even possible?). the moment satoru enters your home, his arms envelop you, caging you in his hold.

you can't help but giggle as his hair brushes against the side of your neck, his embrace pulling you in close, as if he's inhaling your presence.  his muscles flex when you attempt to slip away, keeping you in his tight embrace.

“sato– what is going on?!” 

“is it a crime to show my wife some love?” he kisses your neck. when his flurry of kisses stop, he resorts to absorbing all of your features with those cerulean eyes of his.

you don’t bother pushing him away again, choosing to thread your fingers through his soft hair. even after all these years, you will never not feel the effect of satoru’s eyes on you.

“i was telling my first years about you today,” he says softly.

you smile, “is that so?”

he pushes his nose into your neck again, nodding.

“you’re so good to them,” you whisper. despite the initial shock behind satoru choosing to pursue education, you’re extremely proud of how far he’s come.

“mhm,” satoru inhales. “i’d be good to our little ones too.” one of his hands sneak to your stomach.

you delicately guide his face away from your form, your fingers tenderly urging him to meet your gaze. "is there something you want to tell me?" you inquire softly, your eyes reflecting the warmth of your affection.

satoru's smirk deepens, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "perhaps," he murmurs, his touch light as he guides you towards the bedroom. without hesitation, you yield to his lead, eager at his sudden intimate gesture.

from outside your home, three first year students stand, waiting for their sensei’s cue to enter.

“do you think he’s forgotten about us?” yuji furrows his eyebrows, hands full of grocery bags that were going to be prepared for dinner.

extra notes. had the idea of gojo and megumi crashing your date in my drafts for so long. maybe ill elaborate on it if the ppl want to see :,)

#LMAOOOO NOT HIM FORGETTUNF THE KIDS #love a man that'll kill for you #lowkey so hot of him #megumi is literally me tho how did bro pull reader #this is so cute though #i love found family tsumiki gojo megumi and reader #they deserve the world #🌻.lija reblogs

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royal guard sukuna, who's knelt down in front of you on one knee, eyes fixated on the ground. he already swore his life to you years ago, when he first met you in the royal gardens whilst training. the ceremony now was just a formality.

he's fighting the urge to look up at you on the throne. just one small peak won't hurt he reasons. his heart thuds rapidly against his chest when your soft gaze meets his, a small smile on your lips. sukuna's just about to return your smile when a hand clamps itself on your thigh. he falters and follows the hand upwards to meet the smug face it belongs to.

emperor gojo is smirking down at him with steely blue eyes. 'know your place, fool,' they say. sukuna grits his teeth and drops his head, staring at the red carpet beneath your feet once again.

maybe in another life, sukuna would be born an emperor, with you at his side as his empress. he wouldn't have to put up with half the shit he does currently. but for now, whispers in the dark and fleeting glances during the day would have to suffice.

#icymi <3

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uncle sukuna who always hits yuuji with the 'back in my day...' he is NEVER beating the old man allegations

#“havent used this technique since the heian era” ahh #🌻.lija speaks

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royal guard sukuna, who's knelt down in front of you on one knee, eyes fixated on the ground. he already swore his life to you years ago, when he first met you in the royal gardens whilst training. the ceremony now was just a formality.

he's fighting the urge to look up at you on the throne. just one small peek won't hurt he reasons. his heart thuds rapidly against his chest when your soft gaze meets his, a small smile on your lips. sukuna's just about to return your smile when a hand clamps itself on your thigh. he falters and follows the hand upwards to meet the smug face it belongs to.

emperor gojo is smirking down at him with steely blue eyes. 'know your place, fool,' they say. sukuna grits his teeth and drops his head, staring at the red carpet beneath your feet once again.

maybe in another life, sukuna would be born an emperor, with you at his side as his empress. he wouldn't have to put up with half the shit he does currently. but for now, whispers in the dark and fleeting glances during the day would have to suffice.

#🌻.sunspell #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader

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i wanna do matchups but i have exams :((( as soon as they're over im gonna do a lil event hopefully

#they finish on the 17th May :((((( #wish me luck guys #uni is fr beating my ass up #🌻.lija speaks

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meow meow

#STOPPP THIS GOJO PROPAGANDA RNN ITS GETTUNG HARDER AND HARDER TO DISLIKE HIM #WHY DOES HE LOOK SO GOOOODDDDD #HIS LAP LOOKS SO INVITING UGHHHHH #🌻.lija reblogs

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dev patel the man that you are

#my man my man my man #🌻.lija speaks

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guys i need you to be less comfortable making super negative comments abt a character in the tags of a random post abt that character. like i support haterism but make your own post. please stop and think about whether op, a person who is interested in this character enough to make posts abt them, wants to hear all that. i see this too much from people reblogging from me and it makes me embarrassed that you’re reblogging from me. you are being rude

#🌻.lija reblogs

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... retired hero, who has to learn to be soft for his wife.

his hands are stiff with early bits arthritis and battle scars, but he takes the time to learn how to bow the ribbons on your dress... sits behind you and learns to braid your hair into perfect rows.

#🌻.lija reblogs #i am this aus biggest fan #I feel like this was literally written for me i am the target audience #consuming every last syllable of this like it's the only meal I'll ever have

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going through old discord messages and highkey wanna drown myself omg

#🌻.lija reblogs #2020 was a special year fr

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sukuna would be a really good racoon

#🌻.lija speaks #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #sukuna ryomen

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Because I have just seen this specific thing for the second time, I would like to say:

If I reblog your art, I do not expect you to reblog (or share!) my fic in return

If I comment on your fic, I do not expect you to comment on (or read!) mine in return

My enjoyment of anyone's work does not come with strings or expectations

My friendship is not a bill that you will have to pay later

That's it!

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gojo acting like he cut his finger whenever he holds a knife in the kitchen just so you run up to him and ask him to show you with that soft yet worried tone and furrowed brows only for him to lean in and plant a quick kiss on your lips to make you flustered. it’s a concept that works every single time, until he really does cut his finger and it kinda hurts so you scold him while treating him, and he feels like he’s gonna explode from the amount of love he feels when you peck his finger to make it better.

sometimes, when you two are walking satoru trips on purpose and falls on one knee, looking up at your worried face with a wide beam. he stares at you with big eyes full of adoration and love, saying something cheesy like “i think i fell… for you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” and absolutely enjoys the way you roll your eyes, letting out a disappointed sigh. but he knows that you’re enjoying his antics too, from the way you still ruffle his fluffy hair and tug him to stand taller by your side.

he also often chokes on his food and drinks just so you’d give him a stern gaze and a few strong pats in the back followed by soft rubbing of your warm palm over his back and a slightly distressed grimace as you kiss his temple and make sure he’s okay. satoru wonders if you know he’s just acting but it doesn’t matter when you’re holding him with tenderness only his true other half can provide.

satoru’s favourite though; his favourite moments appear whenever he comes back from lengthy missions that manage to exhaust him so much he starts thinking unhealthy, and the only thing that makes him forget is you, waiting for him at home. you hug him tight with that sweet smile on your sleepy face, subtly checking him for injuries or something resembling them. asking him if he wants something to eat, to take a bath, to watch something before sleep or cuddle to sleep. his choice always falls on the last option because all he needs is your presence and love.

𐒘𝛠 an: reblog if you enjoyed this!!

#hed be the type to constantly fake propose to you whenever youre on a date #just bend down on one knee and reach into his pocket only to bring out a tissue or something and wipe nonexistent dirt off his shoe #when he actually does propose you don't believe it at first and youre waiting for him to retie his laces #or do something stupid like inspect an ant just minding his own business #but then he actually pulls out a small black box and youre still not convinced and just roll your eyes #waiting for him to open it and it being just his prized mochi #except when he opens it theres the biggest (lab grown because we ethical) diamond you've ever seen in your life #before he can even start the long ass speech hes prepared you interrupt and immediately says yes #he smiles at you and gets up closing the box saying 'thanks i knew this would be the perfect birthday gift for shoko' #he eventually does propose fr fr in the most spectacular way when you stop ignoring him a week later #with a ring even more gorgeous than the one he showed you previously #youre half tempted to say no but there's a soft teary look in his eyes when hes professing how much he loves you and you can't say no #🌻.lija reblogs

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knight who is mournfully in love with his assigned bride vs the bride who wants to go back home

#*SLAMS CREDIT CARD ON DESK* I NEED MOREEE #i dont think ill ever stop thinking about this #new bed time story unlocked #NO BECAUSE IM IMAGINING SOMEONE LIKE NANAMI OR SNAKE FROM VINLAND SAGA #two very different people ik BUT STILL #frothing at the mouth i need this so bad #🌻.lija reblogs #snake who's done some dishonourable things in the past even before he went to war #he comes back a shell of a man and just wants peace #one look at you and he knows hes found it #you make him want to beg on his hands and knees for repentance and for the smallest possibility that you might love him back #sigh