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ponderingmoonlight · 2 months
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Satoru Gojo trying to make a bun with his daughter's kinky hair
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Pairing: husband!Gojo x black!reader
Word Count: 1,1k
Synopsis: It always looked so easy to him, the way you put your thick hair into the most breathtaking hairstyles. But when his daughter asked him to do a sleek bun on her, he was confronted with the stinging fact how difficult styling kinky hair can be. But that doesn't stop the dad of the year from learning...
Warnings: This is the first time ever I'm writing a black reader and I'm beyond excited 😭 I'm hoping with all my heart that you guys like what I came up with! I'm not a poc myself so if this offends you, don't read this work. Also, I'm writing from the point of view of my own research and the tellings of my beloved moot @almostshinymiracle. As usual, there's many ways to do your hair and this specific one might not be yours 🤍
Comments, likes and reblogs are so appreciated, I'd be more than thankful for you guys telling me what you think - THANK YOU 🤍
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Your eyes widen when the loud shriek of your daughter echoes through your house. What’s wrong? Did she hurt herself while playing? As fast as your feet carry you, you run down the hallway and open the door to her room.
But no, your daughter didn’t fall, she didn’t hurt herself. She sits in front of her dad who holds a brush in his hand.
“Hey honey, is everything alright over here?”, you question softly while kneeling down next to both of them.
“I’m so sorry. She said she wants a bun like the one you wear so often and I thought it can’t be that hard. But the brush doesn’t even get through her hair…”, your husband explains, bright blue eyes fixated on his daughter’s hair.
“It’s not that simple with kinky hair, babe. Look, the bristles of your brush are way too tight to get through her hair. That’s why I’m having a special one.”
Oh, how absolutely adorable he looks with his face visibly in guilt, still holding onto the brush that seems to be his while visibly pondering about your soft explanation. Making your daughter’s hair as a dad without experience has to be difficult already, but a girl with black roots and a hair structure completely unknown to him? You chuckle to yourself, remember the countless times he observed you doing your hair already.
“This seems so damn exhausting, babe. Can’t you just…brush it?”
“If I just brush it, I’ll look like a mop. That’s the price I have to pay for having kinky hair I guess.”
“But you look like a princess. My princess”, he purred into your ear while his long fingers tried to brush through your thick hair.
“She just asked me and as her dad…I just wanted to help, y’know”, he mumbles with a pout.
“And I’m so proud of you for trying, Satoru. It’s just an art itself and if you didn’t grow up with it, it’s quite difficult. Sometimes not even hairstylists are able to tame my and her hair from time to time. No worries, I’ll do her hair and I’ll show you how it’s done when there’s enough time, okay?”
You can’t help but give him a kiss on his cheek, letting yourself fall into his arms.
“Mommy, can you do my hair?”, your daughter interrupts your way too short cuddle session.
“Of course, angel. We’ll be ready in 10 minutes, Satoru. Don’t worry about it-“
“My name is baby”, he corrects you before leaving the room, his shoulders almost hanging to the floor.
This doesn’t sit right with you. It shouldn’t hurt him like this that he wasn’t able to do his daughter’s hair when it’s absolute not comparable to his very own. Mindlessly, you run your fingers through her thick mane that is so similar to yours, so familiar that you’d be able to make a sleek bun with eyes closed. You’ll definitely show him how to take care of his daughter’s hair when there’s more time than today.
“Is daddy sad?”, your daughter asks innocently while you apply gel.
“He was so excited to do your hair, honey. But with kinky hair like ours, this can be really difficult, you know?”
“It hurt…”, she admits shyly.
“Did it hurt as much as doing braids?”
Your little daughter chuckles while you tickle her playfully on her neck.
-the next day-
The heartfelt laughter of your daughter makes your eyes flutter open. What time is it? Given the fact that the sun already rose, it has to be late in the morning. Your naked feet meet the cold wooden floor, carry you to her room on their own. Satoru’s side of the bed was already cold when you woke up. Did he have to leave for a mission? Or is he the reason why his precious little daughter laughs?
“Okay, let me remove the scarf from your cute little head. Is this how mommy does your hair?”
You stop in your tracks, already grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. A scarf wrapped around her daughter’s head? You know exactly what that means.
“That tickles!”, your daughter shrieks.
“Shhh, don’t you wake up Mommy before I’m done here, okay? I want this to be a surprise.”, Satoru whispers exaggeratedly mute.
It takes all your strength to not break out in laughter, to stay hidden behind the slightly open door.  
“Okay, now let me wrap this around it…and…Fast, I need a bobby pin, honey!”
Your heart almost overflows with warmth. When did he learn how to do his daughter’s hair, what steps it takes to create a sleek bun with kinky hair? It’s hard to keep you from entering the room, to keep your composure. The urge to see what he’s doing becomes almost unbearable-
“Did you hear that daddy?”
“Yeah, that sounded almost as if someone behind that door stalks us!”
With a swift motion, your husband exposes you to his bright blue orbs. Your heart skips a beat. Is he mad, disappointed? The look on his face is rather amused, calms down your tingling nerves.
Until you look at your daughter.
Your precious little daughter with a perfect sleek bun.
“Oh my”, you breathe out.
Instantly, you kneel down in front of her, eyeing her from every angle. He really managed to put all her unruly hair in one of your afro puff hair ties, the whole package covering the floor along with multiple tubes of different gels and countless diverse brushes. It looks like an absolute mess around her room, different brands and tools clustered around. But you only have eyes for your daughter and beloved husband.
“This looks absolutely stunning!”
“Do you…really think so?”, Satoru mutters while scratching the back of his head.
Is the strongest jujutsu sorcerers of your time really…blushing? Immediately you grab his hand covered in dried gel and press a passionate kiss against his cheek.
“She looks like a model, I couldn’t have done it better! How did you do this? Only yesterday, you didn’t know what to do!”
“I did some research…”
“The whole night?”
“The whole night.”
“This looks fantastic!”, your daughter cries out when seeing herself in the mirror, twisting and turning herself in order to soak in her gorgeous bun.
“You always make it look so easy. Sometimes I forget how much skill this requires”, he mumbles against your ear, dragging your body onto his lap.
“I hope you’ll remind this when you ruin my hair next time”, you playfully reply.
“Want me to ruin your hair right now?”
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scribblesandsherlock · 2 months
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I went into the FNAF movie for my childhood. So when I first watched it, I was like, “where’s the violence? Where’s the jumpscares? Get to the point, get to the yellow rabbit.”
Then the Josh Hutcherson sunk in and now I’m about to watch the movie for the 7th time and I’m like, “Yay! More Mike daily life! Now let’s see Mike do taxes!”
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frannyzooey · 3 months
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do you ever just think about din djarin one day and then never stop
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good-husband · 9 months
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What should be bigger, the shoulders or the biceps? For a good husband, these are the questions he asks as he presents himself to you.
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justhavinfunnn · 2 months
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Miles in Keleigh's tiktoks
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maadilin · 2 months
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Peeta, to Gale: "If you touch Katniss, I will bake you in a pie."
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seeing-and-creating · 4 months
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How is this animated Australian cattle dog husband goals
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darkmoonlights · 11 months
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take notes boys from real men
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tminus266 · 10 months
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Ah just wanna mention again how supportive my husband is yaaaallllll
So 4th of July, right, water park cause why not. I was feeling super not great about the bikini (it happens). Had a mini-breakdown/meltdown. Hubby convinced me to go begrudgingly.
I came clean what the cause of the breakdown/meltdown was from. He told me I looked great in it and asked where all my confidence went from the last few times I wore it. I told him I didn’t know just wasn’t a good mental state lately.
Saturday, repeat of it. He gave me a kiss, said I looked great, and was super handsy all day.
Sunday, repeat again. He told me to look at the other people in the water park. He guaranteed me I wasn’t the only not stick thin girly in a bikini and told me he thought I was the prettiest one there. Again, all day handsy. Even went so far as to whisper in my ear any shot he got about how he thought I looked sexy, how my butt looked great, etc. I did keep his words in mind and saw a girl bigger than me in a bikini and I (subtly) pointed it out. And he was like “see, told you you’re not alone. It isn’t any different.” I told him but she looked so great and pulled it off and his only response was “and you don’t?”
All weekend he also tried to get the baby to tell me how “mommy’s so pretty” and how I’m a “pretty mommy”.
Guyssss… never underestimate how crucial it is for a great support system. I honestly wouldn’t have made it without him by my side squashing all my negative thoughts this weekend.
☘️☘️☘️
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creativitycrack · 1 year
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MY BABY CAME HOME!!!
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labradoritedreams · 3 months
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Image: Amanda Church (nytgerl on Pinterest).
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anannua · 1 year
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Happy birthday Minato 🥳🎉
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thesilliestash · 2 months
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made a life size cutout of vox ❤️
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okieapache70 · 9 months
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Day 25: V is For… #valentinesdaygift #husbandgoals #mybestie #visfor #photoarchives #JulyPhotoChallenge #PhotoOfTheDay #photochallenge #julychallenge #summer2023 #photoadayjuly #July2023 #happylife #fmspad @fatmumslim #summer #JulyfireworksbringAugustsun #summerdays #summerdaze #gonnabeabrightbrightsunshinyday #photoadaychallenge2023
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*Sigh* Get you a man like Randy
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theworldwedeserve · 2 years
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Wholesome Destiel: Dean's idea of a great honeymoon
Dean decided to take his husband to his favorite bar. 
The angel watched with a small grin as Dean played a game of pool with the other regulars. The blonde eyed the scene with a beer in his hand. His cocky little smirk widened as he watched his opponents struggle. Before he knew it, Dean had won and had stumbled back to the bar for another drink. Cas sighed, he knew the man couldn’t help himself when it came to alcohol. He walked up to him and sat next to his husband. 
Smiling, Dean winked at him. His cheeks were beet red. “Hey, gorgeous.” He turned to the bartender. “Another shot and whatever this fine lady wants.” 
“I think you've had enough, Dean.” The angel responded, gripping his arm. 
Dean pulled away. “Woah, woah. Hey, I’ll admit, you're a hot piece of ass, but I’m married.” 
Cas squinted his eyes in confusion. “Yeah, I know. I was there, Dean.” The dark-haired man interlocked their arms, using a little more strength to drag him towards the door. 
Dean struggled a bit under his grasp but he was nowhere near as strong as Cas on a good day and his body had been severely weakened by alcohol. “Hands off, man! My husband’s gonna kill me if he sees this!” 
A sigh of annoyance escaped the angel. “Dean, I AM your husband.” Cas got sick of Dean’s drunk shit and scooped his arm under his legs, carrying him bridal style out of the bar. 
It took awhile and a lot of processing power for Dean to realize. “Cas?...” he murmured, already half asleep. 
“Yeah?” 
“Don’t tell Sam about this…”
The angel chuckled, “don’t worry, I won’t.” 
Dean pressed his face into Cas’ chest, shielding his sensitive eyes from the neon lights as his husband walked him back to their motel room. “I love you…” 
Cas’ gentle smile widened as he looked down at the man he married sleeping peacefully in his arms. “I love you too.”
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