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the little sunshines au is my absolute fav!!!

aaaaa thank uu babe !! u are so sweet ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

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johnny (nct/nct 127)

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father's day

fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ late, but it's hereherehere ><! enjoy the school's father's day littol event <3

little sunshines au

nanami couldn't be more thankful for the stand of lemonade next to his arts & crafts one.

kids zoom past him left and right, their giggles and squeals unmistakably loud, even with the sun blazing over the school’s gardens. thankfully, the breeze is cool enough to keep everyone from becoming a victim of a heat stroke.

just as scheduled, his first group is already on its way, leaving him with barely enough time to check his rolled-up sleeves before flashing his students a smile.

12:00: 3rd grade - DIY photo frames

“hello, girls,” all thoughts of the scorching sun and the sweat making his sunglasses slide down his nose vanish at the sight of the geto twins.

"hi, mr. nanami!"

tsumiki is right behind them, toji holding her hand as she tugs and urges him to walk faster.

while the rest of the kids and fathers settle on the soft floor mats, nanami hands out craft sticks and paint, explaining the project chosen by the kids themselves. the task is easy and barely time-consuming, perhaps the toughest part would be taking their picture and waiting for it to reveal.

"cheek to cheek?" toji grins at tsumiki, her teacher in front of them with the polaroid camera angled at their faces, ready to snap their picture.

the camera shutter goes off, capturing the dad and daughter moment with their cheeks squished together and bright smiles.

“it should be ready in five,” nanami says before pointing at the stand a couple of meters away from them. “the hot glue gun is over there.”

meanwhile, the twins have been begging suguru to make a silly pose with them for five minutes.

"c’monnnn, it’s just a heart!” nanako protests, huffing and pouting at her dad. and mimiko, always agreeing with her sister, matches her frown.

the sight of his two identical angels scowling at him is enough to have suguru surrender, amused chuckles flowing from his mouth as he lifts his hands in the air. 

“okay, okay, jeez!”

behind the camera, nanami smiles as the girls and their dad form a giant heart with their arms, their eyes closed in that characteristic smile of theirs.

“wait, green paint? are you sure?” toji watches in confusion as tsumiki reaches for the green pot of paint, paying no mind to her dad’s question. “pink’s your favorite, isn’t it?”

“the baby likes pink more,” the young girl shrugs, her brush strokes on the wooden stick practiced and precise. “she starts screaming like, reaaally loud if i have pink. so i picked green, like your eyes.”

toji suddenly can’t remember the last time he saw tsumiki wear pink, easily picturing his youngest throwing a tantrum over a damn color. but he can’t ignore tsumiki’s last comment, her thoughtfulness causing his throat to tighten.

“sweetheart,” he scoots closer to her, gently smoothing his hand over her soft hair before planting a kiss on the crown of her head. “if you like green, i won’t stop you. but if it’s pink what you want, i’ll get it for you. i’ll handle your sister’s tantrum.” 

meanwhile, suguru can’t seem to take his eyes off of the polaroid photo, his two daughters by his side and looking too grown-up all of a sudden.

“i love you, my girls,” suguru murmurs, his heart at his throat and his arms around his girls, “i’m so proud of you.”

toji and suguru’s heart-strings tug in realization at how much they’ve missed their daughters, wasting precious bonding time by chasing after the little ones.

12:30: 1st grade - t-shirts with handprints

the attention span of these little ones is alarmingly short, the terrible twos (and even threes) a reality nanami’s very familiar with. and to make matters even worse, the kids are already fussy.

sukuna's hands are full as he struggles to stop his son from running off to god-knows-where, and his daughter from falling asleep. toji isn’t faring any better, the sweet moment he had minutes ago with tsumiki crumbling down as he keeps his youngest from stomping her pink heeled-feet on his groin. and there’s also satoru, shielding his mochi from the sun with a kids-sized parasol.

"erm– this will be quick," nanami clears his throat before addressing the class, "kids, feel free to pick one, or multiple, colors. dads, the wet wipes are over there.”

each kid (by the grace of the heavens) picks a color without a hitch—or so nanami thought.

"mr. 'nami?" sukuna’s daughter calls out for her teacher, an instinct at this point since he always seems to know what to do.

"yes, sweetheart?"

sukuna's frown immediately deepens, ignoring the orange mess on his son’s clothes in order to aid his princess.

"i want pink too." the shy girl says softly, her eyes glancing towards the zen'in girl rubbing her chubby hands together with the pink paint.

"i’ll handle it."

nanami’s jaw tenses as he sees sukuna’s broad frame head towards the zen’in family, "sir–"

and while hell breaks loose between the itadori’s and the zen’in’s, satoru has his own struggles with his son.

"mochi, i thought you liked blue," satoru pouts as he realizes his son picked yellow instead, his little fingers struggling to open the lid.

the young boy doesn't seem to pick on his dad’s dejected tone, focusing on opening the lid until the cap finally flies open, and a huge blob of bright yellow paint falls on his chest and lap, "nuh-uh. yewow, for mama."

satoru isn’t proud to admit that it takes him longer than necessary to: one, understand his son’s words and two, remember what you’re wearing today.

a yellow sundress.

"hey, man. your kid's hogging the pink paint," sukuna addresses toji with laid-back familiarity. after all, they’re the undefeated champions of trivia night at shiu’s, "share some with the rest of the class."

toji, ever the instigator of evil, gives him a mocking smirk while leaning down to talk to his daughter, "princess, you wanna share?"

and upon the threat of the enticing pink paint being taken from her hands, the youngest zen’in lets out a petulant whine, tears forming at the speed of light, "no, daddy! mine!"

"oi–"

"here, brand new," nanami mutters as he shoves an unopened pot of pink paint on sukuna's chest, wishing to deescalate the growing tension. he takes a breath before turning to face the youngest zen'in and her father, the politeness almost making his throat bleed raw, "sweetheart, remember to share the materials with our friends. yeah?"

"but… it's mine..." her tone softens, the trademark pout making an appearance.

satoru, without taking his eyes away from his son’s artwork, clicks his tongue while guiding his son’s hands onto the shirt, "so spoiled."

for everybody’s sake, toji settles on conveying his murderous intentions through his narrowed eyes, sukuna chuckling away from the scene and going back to his own troublemakers.

“here you go, princess,” the pot of paint sits on sukuna’s palm like an offering to his daughter, her eyes gleaming happily at the sight of it, “brand new, just for you.”

but satoru isn’t as lucky as he thought he would be, his son fed up with his constant questions and commentary about his artwork.

“mochi, c’mon,” satoru gasps when his kid knocks the parasol off of his hand, tears already running down his cheeks as he looks around, ignoring satoru’s desperate eyes, “just a bit of blue? for papa?”

“no! wan’ mama!”

nanami chugs down two acetaminophen pills in record time.

13:30: 2nd grade - dad #1 trophy

after a much-needed break (and an extra painkiller in his pocket), nanami is ready to start with the last group.

"oh? couldn’t stop it at two either?” satoru smirks at the pink-haired man sitting next to him, “i mean, i get it,” his eyebrows wiggle with double innuendo and his words fade into a hushed whisper, “i also have three kids, might convince my wife to try for a fourth—i’m still working on the pros and cons list–”

the confused gaze of itadori jin is blocked by little yuuji's head, placing himself between his clueless dad and mr. gojo.

"'tis my daddy. uncle 'kuna is with my babies."

the words die in satoru’s mouth as his eyes follows yuuji’s finger, realizing itadori sukuna is busy throwing his son in the air.

toji snorts, which earns him a glare from satoru and a defeated sigh from nanami.

"kids," the tired teacher easily gets the boys' attention, his barely-there hopeful tone falling flat as he eyes the men in front of him, "dads... this is an easy one."

he hands them each a sheet of paper with a trophy drawn on it, the title ‘dad #1’ right in the middle.

“oh my, see? i’m the best dad,” satoru gushes in his son’s ear, the boy’s giggles making his grin widen, “admit it, mochi!”

a few meters away, megumi drags the yellow crayon back and forth with one hand while rising the other one with an open palm, “red.”

“squirt, don’t be a brat,” toji says half-heartedly, barely hiding his amusement as he’s bossed around by his four-year-old, “say please.”

wordlessly, little megumi doesn’t even spare a glance at his dad, and grabs the red crayon himself.

“oh, you little–” 

meanwhile, yuuji seems to have a heart-to-heart with his dad, father and son staring at each other with watery eyes.

“you’re the best daddy ever,” little yuuji sniffles, which does nothing to stop the snot already running down his nose from getting past his lips, “am i the best son ever?”

besides the crying fest from the itadori’s (the soft ones, as nanami calls them in his head), the activity runs without a hitch this time, each father-son duo walking away with smiles on their faces.

and when the long afternoon eventually ends and nanami finds himself thanking his lucky stars even before he makes it home, he almost falls to his knees once he’s welcomed by the peace and comfort of his wife’s embrace.

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my pipsqueak <3

HAAAAAAI !

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it’s 4:39 am and you can’t sleep, tossing and turning around in velvety sheets that should be more than comfortable.

beside you, satoru groans, low and muffled by the pillow you share.

“could you quit that, sweets? some people here need their beauty sleep,” he gripes, but his body moves to envelop you in a warm hug nonetheless. you feel utterly at home when he does this, safely wrapped in his arms. strands of soft white poke at your eyes, but you don’t mind it.

“sorry,” you mumble into him. “can’t sleep.”

“yeah, no shit,” the blue eyed sorcerer snarks. “but seriously, you’re safe with me. after all, i’m the strongest. and your black circles are starting to show.”

“toru!” you utter a cry of protest, softly hitting his chest. he only holds you tighter as you both erupt into a fit of quiet giggles.

“alright, good night, or morning. whatever.” and you try to close your eyes, begging for the serene lull of sleep. unsurprisingly, it comes to you much easier this time around, and satoru’s quiet breaths fade to nothing; the feeling of the rise and fall of his chest against your back disappears as well.

when you groggily blink into consciousness again, the space next to you feels weird. you yawn, and the stretch of your arms hit empty space, making you instantly freeze.

where’s satoru?

but right, it’s june now, isn’t it? december was half a year ago. the last time you saw those irreplaceable blue eyes and that smug smirk was half a year ago, the last time you felt him was half a year ago.

you haven’t really been home in six months

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mama's day... again? gojo satoru

fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ non sorcerers au, slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed 5 and 2yo sons, 8-month-old daughter. a little late, i knoooow u.u

i remember getting this idea back in november, and i can't believe it's been over six months since i started posting these ( ˊo̴̶̷̤ ̫ o̴̶̷̤ˋ)

little sunshines au

it's a no-school day.

it's the weekend.

so, your eldest can't help but groan when satoru shakes him awake. he's allowed to sleep more on no-school days. why is their dad waking them up so early!?

"guys, c'mon. it's mama's day," your husband's hushed words and beaming smile are met with identical mini copies of his own features, their scowling little faces only making him grin wider.

"again?" your toddler's blue eyes seem to burn a hole through satoru's forehead. "when's mochi day?"

"soon."

"when?"

satoru closes his eyes and breathes in. it's too early for him to lose his cool, and he can't have the kids start the day with tears. not today.

"after mama's day. so, if you want your gifts, you have to help papa."

the two boys happily follow after their dad like baby ducklings.

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there's a rustle followed by incoherent mumbling—incoherent to others, at least.

because to the trained ear of a mother, it's clear how your son mumbles a string of c'mon, c'mon, c'mon in distress.

your eyes open just in time as your toddler knocks over the candle on your bedside table, struggling with the flower bouquet (which is considerably bigger than him).

"hey, you."

it takes almost ten minutes for your husband to realize he's missing a little duckling, rushing to look for his whereabouts once he remembers he has two sons, not one.

"mochi," he whisper-shouts, stressed out already. he enters your shared bedroom, looking at the floor for that white tuft of hair crawled somewhere under the furniture. "mochi, what's taking you– oh, no."

drapped on top of you, gently held in your arms, lies your son as he tells you about mochi day.

"–gifts and fishies, mama!"

you chuckle at his enthusiasm, basking in the warmth of the duvet and your toddler nuzzled in your arms, the familiar baby scent still lingering on his skin.

"hey," your husband nervously interrupts, walking further into the room until he's right next to your side of the bed. "good morning, gorgeous."

his kiss on your lips is short and adoring, his lips pulling up into a gentle smile.

"i caught you guys," you can't help but smile cheekily at his failed attempt to surprise you. "where are my other two babies? you better not left them unsupervised–"

"no, 'course not. be right back! you–" he grabs your toddler from your arms. "–are coming with me."

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a few minutes later, the door of your bedroom opens, and your baby girl walks in with the help of her dad.

"oh my– is that my sweet little baby?"

your coos earn you an excited squeal from your daughter as soon as her eyes notice you. your husband gently holds her hands as she walks towards you, stumbling over her tiny feet before satoru lifts her up and settles her on the bed with you.

right behind him is your toddler.

"for you, mama."

you take the small box from his hands, ready to bring him up on the bed with you, "thank you, baby."

"hold the kisses. there's more, remember?" satoru reminds your son, and he nods, rushing out of the room before you can even demand a kiss on the cheek.

your two boys walk back in carrying a gift bag—a huge one. after a brief struggle to place it on the bed, both boys huff heavily before smiling proudly at each other.

"what do you say?" satoru tries to give your youngest son a cue, which he obviously misses.

"thank you!"

you can't help but chuckle at his proud little grin, his older brother shaking his head next to him.

"no, mochi. the other thing." your son corrects his baby brother.

"happy birthday?"

"happy mother's day, my angel."

both your husband and son give up, sighing as the toddler now looks confused and utterly lost.

satoru swiftly launches each kid onto the bed before joining as well, needing the cuddles after a hectic morning.

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two mirmir

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kiss kiss fall in love (˵˘ ³˘˵) ᯓᡣ𐭩

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hello!

id you’re not taking requests plesss ignore this and I’m sorry!

An au where baby zenin everytime she gets scolded by her parents she runs to her either older sibiling and holds onto them crying

It’s not even anything crazy it’s like baby zenin eating off somebody’s plate or it’s too hot outside then she drenches herself to cool down making her wet everywhere

hi ! i don't take requests per se, but if i think ur idea/suggestion aligns with the storyline, i might write something with it in it :)

this is adorable, so yeah i will find a way to add it in a drabble ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )

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◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ he’ll never own up to it, but you know athlete!sukuna credits your kiss for his winning streak; his lucky charm since that match last season.

the habit began that time: a playful kiss on the cheek before a game. you’d dragged him aside at halftime, given him a quick peck, and said, “you’ve got this.”

from then on? he came back, racked up 30 points, carried the team to a win, and took home mvp. ever since, sukuna’s been rather fixated on the idea that your kiss gives him the edge.

his pre-match ritual’s locked in; a tradition at this point now, and today’s no exception.

you’re caught up holding seats for a friend, not even noticing sukuna taking the court. he stops short mid-step, eyes narrowing as he searches the crowd — and finds you.

"come on, lucky charm," he says with a playful pout, tipping his cheek toward you expectantly.

“what?” you blinked, confused.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at his lips. he lean down, hand resting behind your seat, and tap his lips. “you owe me, remember?”

“you’re not gonna fall apart.” you sigh, shooting a glance at the team warming up as the pieces come together. “you really think one kiss is that powerful?”

“proof’s in the scoreboard, sunshine.” he smirks, leaning in just a little.

you roll your eyes, but your body betrays you, leaning toward him like it’s second nature. your lips graze his lips, soft and warm. his hand finds your waist, fingertips pressing into your side as his thumb strokes lazily over the hem of your shirt — lingering, like he’s testing how long he can stay.

you’re breathless when you pull away from the soft to deep kiss, his gaze heavy-lidded and fixed on your lips as his thumb traces the edge of your jaw.

“perfect.”

he’s halfway across the court when he slows, turns his head, and flashes you a lazy grin. “better sit where you can see me. you won’t wanna miss this.”

and sure enough, the shot is clean; textbook perfect. his eyes meet yours across the court, his smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth like, i told you, sunshine.

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Definitely my fav Gojo hairstyle

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gojo kids core ♡

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dogs out. zenin toji

fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed 2yo daughter, megumi is four, and tsumiki is six. preschool teacher!nanami cameo ♡

little sunshines au

"moooooom! the baby took her shoes off again!"

tsumiki's voice has you peeking your head from the kitchen, trying to catch sight of your little girl. you're about to call your husband's name when he walks into the living room and picks your daughter up from the floor.

"dont like 'em?" he smirks, holding her tiny foot up and inspecting it.

she grins cheekily at her dad, proudly wiggling her little toes and showing off the sparkly nail polish on them.

"spaw-cle!"

finally done with the dishes, you join them and see her crocs discarded by the couch.

"again?"

"let her be, ma." toji has her foot against her cheek, both of them giggling at the silliness of it.

"she has to get used to them, toji."

he finally meets your eyes and sees the stern look in them. slowly, he puts your daughter down while she looks at him in confusion. toji doesn't have the heart to force his youngest to do stuff she doesn't like. but after three kids and years of marriage with you, he knows this is a battle he won't win.

"sorry, kiddo."

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two days later, he's standing by the gates of the kids' school, waiting for them, when he notices something odd.

his face quickly switches from boredom to concern once he spots nanami holding his baby girl in his arms, her face visibly blotched from crying.

"she wouldn't stop taking her shoes off during class. I'm afraid we had to take... drastic measures." the blond man hands her over, visibly tense at toji's reaction. tsumiki and megumi stand next to him with matching frowns, having seen (and heard) their baby sister's cries. "school's policy."

"daddy!" she's bursting into tears as soon as she's in his arms, her watery eyes set on his concerned ones. "want 'em off!"

toji looks down at her feet and sees the brown tape around her pink sneakers, clashing horribly against it and causing him to sigh in defeat.

"baby, you can't keep taking your shoes off." he's patting her back in comfort, letting her sob against his shoulder while he turns to nanami again. "any advice? my wife and I have been struggling for weeks."

having seen this before, nanami recalls a piece of advice given from a couple who struggled with this, too. "try to find a pair that she likes. they don't have to be sneakers—the school isn't strict with that."

and suddenly, toji has a brilliant idea.

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"princess, c'mere."

both you and your husband enter your daughter's room, sitting on the floor, and she comes closer with her plushie hanging from her hand.

toji places a box in front of her, your demeanor slightly anxious as you wait for her reaction. for a two-year-old, you're aware that she can be the toughest crowd sometimes.

her eyes are fixed in front of her, watching her dad opening the boring, brown box until pink and glitter are all her brain can process.

"woah..." she's clearly in awe, her little hands quickly grabbing the tiny pink heels and slipping them on her feet. "mommy shoes!"

the heels clack loudly against the floor, her steps uncoordinated and clumsy, but she can't stop giggling happily, walking back and forth.

"what did i tell you, ma?" toji's grin is smug, his arms wrapping around you while you play it off with a roll of your eyes. the sigh of relief is obvious from you two. "problem fixed."

he hasn't even finished gloating when you spot megumi standing by the door with his hands covering his ears, glaring ominously at toji.

"don't be so sure, honey."

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