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#FLUFF TIME
not-another-robin · 6 months
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just-ignore-them · 11 months
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☾︎ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐥 ☽︎
Kōtarō Bokuto x male reader // Fluff <3
Requested by @nyx-horror-2360 ~
Hey hey hey = Thoughs
Hey hey hey = speaking
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It was a hard day today, I'm so exhausted. Kōtarō said, he was heading back to his house accompanied by Akaashi. Their days had been so busy, even in the volleyball team they had so much work to do.
But, oh god were they glad it finally ended. Akaashi's house was near so he said goodbye to Bokuto and started walking to another direction.
Bokuto's body started walking without doubting, he didn't even noticed when he started to, but his body and brain wanted rest, and home was the only place he could get that from.
And, there was someone there to greet him nicely. His boyfriend, [Your name] [Your last name]. The most wonderful second year boy in their high school.
Then, the walking became running, even the smallest thought of [Your name] made Kōtarō flutter, they were indeed in love.
The houses became just a background, the sky became the only thing away from him, he was running like he was in a marathon. And then, he was happy, after all that shit of a day a run like this made his mood lighten. Cold wind slapping his face and moving his pointy hair around, getting eventual shivers and slowly loosing his breath, such a delightful feeling.
Soon he was putting his keys in the door and opening it to see the cutest image he had ever seen in his life. [Your name] was half-layed in the sofa, with a blanket covering him, only making half of his face visible and he seemed to be, oh so peaceful. Kōtarō's heart melted at that, he slowly closed the door, putting away his shoes and carefully throwed his bag in the hallway.
He then approached where the other male was and gave him a kiss in his forehead, which seemed to lightly wake up [Your name] as he smiled a bit at Bokuto. "Heey, love" he said sleepy "I'm glad you hmmn are home" and this made Kōtarō giggle. How silly
Bokuto went to his bedroom to change into some more comfortable clothes and came back to the living room, because the kitchen and it were connected, and he wanted to have at least a meal for dinner. He prepared some sweet rice and algas covered in a thin layer of fried fish. Such a strange meal, right?
A strange meal for a strange man, he hummed and started eating, thinking about what was he going to do next. He could do the homework and have it finished for the rest of the weekend since it is Friday. He could watch some movies or play some games. But, he decanted himself for the sweetest decision of all: sleep tugged bellow the fluffy blanket hugging [Your name].
As he slided his self into your side, he got your stomach tugged in his arms and pulled your body against his for more warmth. You hummed softly in your sleep, which made him smile and he closed his eyes waiting for the dream world to take him. At that moment he couldn't think about what was he going to do tomorrow, his mind was already taken away by tiredness.
However, time doesn't wait anyone, and Saturday came up. The annoying sound of a infinite buzz woke up Kōtarō, but it seemed like [Your name] was in a heavy sleep and didn't wake up thankfully.
Bokuto answered the phone, being quite enough to not make a loud sound, but the one on the other side was making it hard. Akaashi and the others of the club had been waiting for him for 2 hours already, how could he forget they had this "personal training session" today. He didn't want to go, and [Your name] seemed to say the same since his grip on Bokuto's chest was quite strong.
"Keiji, I'm sorry for making y'all wait for me, but, I can't go today" he excused himself "WHAT? Oi, Bokuto, if you keep making useless excuses to not do anything of training in the weekends I am going to not settle the ball for you" Akaashi threatened "N-no, it's not that, it's just that I am tugged in with my partner, and I don't want to let go...pleeease, just today" he did puppy eyes even if the other one couldn't see him "I am not watching you and I even know you are making puppy eyes right now" ... "NO, I AM NOT-" He said a bit louder and made the smaller boy in his chest move in annoyance "sorry, gotta go, I'll assist in the next session, train hard, bye bye" and then he hang up.
He readjusted himself and held [Your name] closer, falling asleep again in a sigh.
But, on the other hand of that call, Keiji looked at his phone confused, did he heard right what he thought he heard. At first it didn't click but when a first year noticed it his brain processed it.
Did Bokuto said he was with his partner?
Most of the team was surprised, but honestly, it seemed quite normal, an owl like him wasn't the lonely type. ♡
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rafebarrysmut · 1 year
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now hear me out.
rafebarry coffee shop au.
no, i’m just kidding… unless?
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barry is a barista at his aunt’s café in the city. it’s not his dream job, but he’s very good at it. he likes the smell of coffee and he loves his aunt. also, he needs a steady job so his parole officer stays off his neck.
the café, though small, is quite popular with the locals, very cozy.
the rich kids also like to hang out there, drink their iced venti caramel macchiato with oatmilk whipped cream and 2 pumps of vanilla syrup and do dance challenges for their tiktoks.
one of those rich kids is a tall dirty blond guy named rafe – barry knows the name from his coffee order – always the same, always a medium cup of coffee, no sugar, no cream, no nothing. (sometimes, when he thinks no one is watching, rafe adds cream and sweetener.)
and among his group of friends, rafe is sometimes the loudest, sometimes the quietest. sometimes he comes alone. ordering his coffee, hardly making eye contact. sitting at his spot over by the window, looking out, brooding or something.
and sometimes their gazes meet. sometimes rafe looks away as if caught. sometimes he blankly stares barry down. and when barry flashes a grin, rafe quickly turns his head, feeling his cheeks flush.
very slow-burn, like real slow-burn. first kiss in chapter 34.
forced proximity due to a blackout during a hurricane.
some angst.
also, barry has a cat named sir purr.
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rexismycopilot · 1 year
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Im your fluffy Anon from before with more cute obi wan and Anakin ideas, such as obi wan lovingly rebraiding Anakin's braid no matter how old he gets. Like say for example a Padawan is supposed to be the one to upkeep their braid but Anakin always insist obi wan brush and rebraid his hair, giving some lame excuse as "obi wan does it just right." Meaning the Padawan is so giddy sitting in obi wans lap listening to his master's murmurs of how much he loves him and how well he's improving.
Oh! Fluffy Anon! I love this!!
You know how much I love lap sitting (as if I've tried to hide it so well lol) but a little Padawan Anakin sitting in his Master's lap as he tries to patiently wait for Obi-Wan to finish the process.
Maybe Obi-Wan teasing Anakin like "You know, usually Padawans do this themselves. Someday you're going to have to learn to do this yourself too"
And Anakin thinking to himself that that day will never come.
I've put Obi-Wan re-braiding Anakin's hair in one of my fics:
Also, if this is your vibe, Anon, I don't know if you've read anything by @adaliak or @gingerypeachtea but their works sound right up your alley.
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fruit-salad-ship · 2 years
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If you could say one thing to your past self, would it be kind? Would it be a warning? An apology?
Man I have a lot of feelings about this tonight.
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sleuthomatic · 2 years
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Ellie: Okay, so tell us again what fathers did on Father’s Day? Before the war?
Harper: I mean, not much. You might get your dad a card, take him out for dinner. Maybe a little gift —
Shaun: What’s a good gift?
Harper: Uh, I dunno; depended on your dad. Fishing gear maybe, a watch, drinkware, a nice utility knife…
Shaun: What did you get Fa — your father?
Harper: /hums thoughtfully/ Hm….He always liked to get new ties. At least, I suppose he did. Never told me any different.
Ellie: /nodding and taking notes/
/later/
Nick: /comes into the agency office later on/ Anyone in? Ellie? Ava? — Now, what’s this…?
/on his desk there’s a new (to him) tie, navy with red pinstripes, and a card/ /the card contains a drawing of Nick, walking under a sunny blue sky with Ellie and Shaun on either side of him, clearly Shaun’s work/ /there’s also a few pressed carrot blossoms for decoration, like Ellie makes/ /both of them signed the card “Happy Father’s Day”/
Nick: Well, now… /looks over the card again and holds it to his chest with a touched smile/ Well, I’ll be…
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welshaphrodite · 2 years
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Chapter 24 through Chapter 27 are up for my blitzstone origin story novel The Journey to Find Mimir :)
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julietas-basil · 2 years
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Juli grading exams while Agustín is in her apartment taking care of her like making her tea or coffee (depending on the mood), giving her painkillers for her migrains, hugging her from behind, kissing the back of her head in her hair... and when she's done she sleeps on his chest
Ahhh YES ANON YES GIVE ME THE FLUFF BOOST I NEEDED!
Agustin also loves giving her light massages on her hands to relive the ache :3
(YES anon remind me why i have to find a bf and not just hit my head on the wall as well)
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lostonehero · 2 years
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Half Zoroark au
No mercy Emmet.
Volo, the man who used to be so prideful and thought himself to be a God and thought the world owed him everything will cry when shown true affection and care
His Lord Emmet has been so nice he even hurts him when he begs for it but he also cares for him right after
He doesn't understand it he doesn't deserve to be helped or cared for after everything.
Emmet has grown annoyed of all of Volo refusal to take care of himself or refusal to be taken care of.
Emmet might be a monster but he isn't evil most nights he has Volo sleep on his chest since nights in sinnoh are cold and he is covered in fur
Volo is also great for white noise he talks a lot and it's comforting
Emmet may or may not be developing feeling for the once evil mam however he refuses to outright say anything.
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candyredterezi143 · 2 years
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just read the most gut wrenching kaeya centered angst fic and im totally okay (im literally in shambles :3)
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arqhon · 2 months
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nanami's the type to love referring to you as his wife. he sneaks it into conversation at any given chance: "let me ask my wife", "sorry, i've got to get home to my wife", "oh, have i introduced you to my wife?"
calling you his wife just comes naturally to him, as if he was always meant to call you his. your name is a secret only for him, and the title of being your husband fills him with an indescribable warmth. he's content with being yours, he's proud to call you his, and he's undoubtedly, hopelessly in love with you.
with you, everything is so blissfully domestic. when his bones ache with exhaustion, his whole body relaxes and surrenders itself to you when he finally gets home. he takes you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your face, his gentle caresses letting you know that he's missed you and that he's home. he lets himself melt into you, finding sanctuary in your warm embrace.
soft smiles, tender touches, it's a dream to be nanami kento's. loved, adored, worshipped, taken care of, believed in. nanami gives you his all because you deserve nothing less.
and his love for you is endless, unbound by the depths of the ocean. his love is warmth and honey, sweet hums and loving whispers. his love is the extra cup of coffee he leaves on the kitchen counter, your toothbrush next to his. his love is the silent promise in a tender gaze - that you will be his last, his forever and always.
because nanami kento does not hesitate. there's not an ounce of uncertainty in him. he makes no mistakes. it's you. you or no one at all. you are his love, his wife, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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yueebby · 7 months
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indulge me? — gojo satoru
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synopsis you and gojo go on an overnight mission and it goes wrong in every way
contents so. much. pining. (2.8k words of it!?), one bed trope, whipped!gojo, ooc gojo, completely self indulgent, a lot of cardiovascular talk, they’re first years in this!
notes first time i’ve written in AGES. sorry :3 ps this is a little snippet from a satosugu x reader series im thinking about starting. thoughts?
(edit: i wrote a part ii)
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Gojo Satoru was born blessed. From birth and to death he will always be honored. It wasn't his fault that the Heavens delighted in him. So when Yaga had announced that he and you would be sharing an overnight mission to Kyushu, he nearly leapt in joy (lucky him)!
You, on the other hand, were less than thrilled to find out that you were going to be traveling alone with Gojo Satoru. For two whole days. It was a death sentence.
“Make sure to text me, so I know you're not dead.” Shoko looks between you and Gojo. Either your head will implode as a result of Gojo, or he is gonna be on the receiving end of your wrath. Shoko can’t wait to see which.
“Do take pictures, I heard the onsens there are incredible.” Suguru slyly adds. Satoru perks up at his comment. The two of them share a knowing look before Gojo speaks up.
“Wanna take a dip with me once we get there, [Name]?” He looks into your eyes, his lips are quirked upwards like he’s up to no good (which he is). “I promise I won’t take a peek!” He winks.
“Keep fantasizing, Gojo.”
“Oh I will.” He hums happily. The smile on his lips is kind of cute, you decide. Just a little.
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Kurokawa, you come to find out is a very small town in Kyushu. So when people start to go missing, the entire town falls into shambles. Before your trip, Yaga had made it known the enemy you’d be facing. 
“A common denominator of the missing persons is that they were all young women.” He had warned you and Gojo. “It’s an unidentified curse, but I trust that the two of you will be able to handle it.”
Three missing girls. All under the age of 25. Two of which were locals, one being a tourist. 
The moment you arrive on the island of Kyushu, your guard is higher than ever. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Gojo.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of some horny curse,” He looks down at you as the two of you make your way down a small street to your ryokan. Kurokawa was a traditional town, its pride resting on the old culture causing it to be untouched by modern architecture.
Unamused by his nonchalant attitude, you decide to ignore his vulgar comment, “What grade curse do you think we’re up against?”
He makes a noise to show that he’s thinking. “Does it really matter? It’ll be no match for me either way.”
You roll your eyes, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, we still have to figure out what happened to the victims.”
“I don’t see why that’s necessary, but okay.” Your snow haired peer dismisses. It makes you a bit envious that he doesn’t have to ever feel fear for his life. Must be nice.
The two of you arrived at your designated ryokan soon enough, it was a small town after all. Gojo leads the way with you following right after. You can’t discern any cursed energy in the building, but you still make a mental note to ask Gojo about it after you both are situated. 
An elderly lady in an orange kimono stood behind the desk, smiling at you and you returned it back happily.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a young couple here.” She says. That’s right, with the recent disappearance of young girls, there would be a sudden decrease of tourism around this part of town. “You certainly are a beautiful match!”
You gratefully accept her compliment, “Thank you, but we’re not–”
“Thanks granny!” Gojo wraps a strong arm around your shoulder. “I don’t know how I even managed to win her over!” There’s a wide grin on his face that makes your eye twitch. Leave it to him to tell people the two of you were together. Not only that but he totally disrespected the old lady with his informal talk!
“Unhand me, you!” You forcefully whisper at him, while trying to unwrap yourself from his hold. His arm does not budge even as you try to push it off. What the hell is this boy eating? Gojo chuckles with the old lady while you struggle.
“My, the two of you remind me so much of my husband and I in the days of our youth,” She sighs dreamily. Her age must be interfering with her memory because there was nothing inherently romantic going on between you and Gojo. “How long will you be staying here?”
“Only one night,” Gojo decides that he has tormented you enough and lets you go. He slides her his card and she pulls out something from the old wooden counter she stands behind. 
A single key.
Your eyes bug out. Gojo’s eyebrows raise. You laugh nervously, face feeling warmer than it was thirty seconds ago.
“There must have been a misunderstanding. We need two rooms, ma’am.” You hold up two fingers to emphasize your point. 
The smile on the old woman’s face falls, “I’m afraid I cannot do that.” Your jaw drops.
“Huh? Why not?” You press on further. Surely they could not have been booked out of all of their rooms. Tourism is at an all time low after the strange disappearances.
“I’m sure you’ve heard of the strange disappearances in the area. It’s a miracle the two of you have even decided to stay here, which I am very grateful for. That is why I must repay you back by ensuring your safety. Otherwise I must ask you to leave and stay in the next town because I will not allow you to endanger yourself so carelessly.” 
You blink. Neighboring town? That was hours away. The curse was here in Kurokawa. You can’t afford to jeopardize a mission just because of your own feelings.
Gojo’s hand is halfway to the key, but he waits for your approval. You sigh.
“It’s fine, we can do one. Thank you.” You bow your head. She smiled apologetically as she handed Gojo the key. Gojo, unbothered by the revelation, whistles happily as the lady leads the way to your suite.
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operation satoru x [name]!!!!
Gojosatowu added getosugu, shoko.ieiri
Gojosatowu You wont believe it!!! shoko.ieiri What the hell is this gc And what the hell is Operation satoru x [name]?  getosugu  how come [name] isn’t in this? Gojosatowu Ladies, ladies, one question at a time please getosugu  Expect a forehead flick for that comment shoko.ieiri  Stfu and just answer the questions Gojosatowu alright alright [name] and i are sharing a room in kyushu!! i may come out of this mission a changed man. shoko.ieiri  someone make sure [name] is still alive and well Gojosatowu I dont appreciate your lack of faith in me >:( shoko.ieiri  Keep a six feet distance from her at all times perv Gojosatowu I might have to for my own sanity. What do you think she wears to bed? shoko.ieiri  You disgust me sometimes getosugu  Only sometimes? shoko.ieiri  Let me correct myself. You disgust me. Gojosatowu Im feeling the love :(
“What are you giggling to yourself about?” You place a hand on your hips as you watch Gojo smile at his flip phone.
“Oh don’t you worry about it,” He closes it. Weird. “What’s the living situation?”
You sigh. “Despite its traditional arrangement, there is a bed.”
Gojo perks up. “Yeesh I’m glad! If I had to sleep on the floor my back would be all sore right on a mission. Y'know how annoying that is?”
You suck your teeth. “Allow me to rephrase myself. There is only one bed.” 
There is an awful silence in the room, save for your erratically beating heart. Of course the old woman decided to place you in a couple’s suite.  
“Heh.” Gojo chortles happily. “Wow, this must be a divine sign from God Himself. I mean, who are we to ignore this?”
“Don’t start,” You hold out an accusatory finger at him. “I’m gonna go request an extra futon.”
He pouts, “Don’t be like that, sharing a bed with me can’t be that bad.”
“I’m willing to bet otherwise.” You walk past him. The white haired boy watches you go like a sad puppy.
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You took your time getting an extra futon, using it as an excuse to get all of the nervousness out of your system of sharing the same room as Gojo Satoru. Sharing a room with a boy was already bad enough, but Gojo? Your heart skipped a beat (out of nervousness, you insist!).
By the time you make it back to the room, the lights are out. You assume that Gojo decided to go to sleep early. You don’t blame him. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day of hunting for the curse rampaging Kurokawa. 
The only light source in the room is coming from the bathroom. You sigh. The idiot must’ve forgotten to turn it off. Nonetheless, you were gonna go get unready either way so you make your way to the half open door.
On the sink is a complimentary toothbrush that you help yourself to. You apply some paste and–
There is a sound of something sliding shut from behind you. You look up at the mirror. Standing behind you was Gojo. Wet. And naked. 
“Oh my gosh!” You spit out your toothpaste and ran out of the room. How did you fail to see that Gojo was in the restroom? You blame it on the sliding doors separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom. Oh my gosh. Your face feels like it’s on fire. He has a six pack. And why does his stupid hair look like that when it's wet? Your heart was beating at an abnormal rate. This is so inappropriate.
Shortly after your freakout, Gojo steps out of the bathroom. There was no way you could face him now.
“Aw, don't be so shy now. It’s not like this will be the last time you’ll see me like this.” Gojo stands in the doorway. There is a towel wrapped around his waist, still leaving him indecent in your eyes.
“I don’t like what you’re insinuating Gojo! And lock the door when you’re in the restroom you creep!” You look anywhere but him.
“Hey, it wasn’t my fault, was it? You were taking so long I thought you left me here alone.” You can practically hear him pouting. “Either way, you were the one checking me out.”
Your eyes widen, “I was not checking you out! Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Don’t feel ashamed, this can all be yours,” He gestures down to his body.
“You freak.” you blanch.
He winks at you.
This was going to be a long night.
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It takes you about half an hour to calm down from the bathroom catastrophe. By now, you’re situated in your futon while Gojo is tucked on the bed. If you had to guess, it’d be nearing midnight around now. You just need to close your eyes and get some sleep before your mission tomorrow.
Except you can’t sleep.
Every time you close your eyes, your mind betrays you and an image of Gojo post shower illustrates itself in your mind. And it doesn’t help that he sleeps shirtless. You seriously need your mind cleansed.
That wasn’t your only issue. The room was sub zero. Who knew traditional ryokans had such advanced air conditioning systems? All you could hear was the air conditioning machine overworking itself. You could even argue that it was colder than Shoko’s morgue. And your sleep shirt and shorts were doing little to help insulate you. 
“Wanna come cuddle with me?” The last person you wanted to hear from breaks the silence. You pretend to be asleep. “I know you’re not asleep! My six eyes tell me that you’re shivering.” Busted.
“I am not cuddling with you.” You stare at the ceiling above you, arms crossed. How could he even propose such an idea? Has he no shame?
“Well I can’t face the old granny here if my girlfriend ends up dead by freezing!”
“I am not your girlfriend, Gojo. Nor will I die.”
“That’s not what she thinks. Plus we have a mission tomorrow, so I can’t have you getting sick on me now.”
“I’ll be fine, Gojo. Now go to sleep.”
“I run hot when I sleep, y’know. Let me be your personal heater.” You don’t have to see his face to know that he’s grinning.
“I refuse.”
“Well I refuse your refusal.”
You blink.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Now c'mon,” He pats the spot next to him. “I’ll even make a wall in between us.”
You hear the bedsheets shuffle and you have to sit up to see that Gojo was stacking two pillows in the middle of the bed to prove his point. You’re nearly certain that the only thing you’ll be catching soon is a headache if you keep up with his antics. It was a tempting offer, one that you would surely accept if it wasn’t Gojo Satoru.
“Gojo, I—”
“...Please?” His voice is softer than you have ever heard it. It was unfair how Gojo was making it harder and harder to reject his offer.
A silent moment passes by.
“...Fine,” You reluctantly get up from your pathetic excuse of a futon. “But no funny business!” You warn him. 
You see Gojo perk up from the bed. He looks at you with expectant eyes, “You got it!” He gives you a thumbs up. 
Whatever. If Gojo knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t try anything. You take in a deep breath before turning to face the opposite direction of where Gojo laid. 
“Good night [Name],” You hear Gojo whisper. You sigh.
“Yeah, yeah, goodnight Gojo.”
Eyes closed, you pray a silent prayer that everything will be fine for the remainder of the mission.
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Ever since Gojo was young, his body has been used to getting little amounts of sleep. Unsurprisingly, that caused him to have a natural alarm. It was always annoying whenever he woke up at the crack of dawn on a day when he didn't need to, but luckily for him, today it proved to be a blessing. There was an unfamiliar warmth radiating onto his body. Satoru opens his eyes.
He thinks he feels all of his six eyes widen when he feels himself wrapped around another body.
There you were, in all your beauty, lying fast asleep. In his embrace. Soft snores were escaping your mouth and there were stray hairs in your face. Did he mention how beautiful you looked sleeping? He might have to ask Shoko about heart disease because of how fast his heart was beating.
Unfortunately for him, you also seemed to be drifting away from dreamland and back to reality. Your eyes flutter and your eyebrows furrow. Gojo takes this to his advantage and does the worst thing he can think of; pretend to be asleep.
When you wake up, your mind is still hazy from the good night’s rest you had gotten, but not hazy enough to realize that your body was tangled with another’s. And you’re pretty sure the pillow you had been laying on last night was not this hard. You try to delude yourself into believing that this is all a dream, but the effects of your sleep were fading.
It takes all the strength in you to summon the courage to open your eyes. To your horror, you were firmly wrapped in Gojo’s arms and your legs were intertwined.
“What the hell?” You pull yourself away from him. On the floor below the bed laid the two pillows that Gojo had set up as a makeshift wall. You stare at them utter shock.
“No, don’t go, I’ll freeze to death,” Gojo whines, miraculously waking up. You glare at him.
“Explain to me what just happened or I swear Gojo, I’m going to–” You try to threaten him, but you can’t seem to formulate anything.
Unlike you, Gojo looked unbothered by the sudden turn of events. He even looked pleased. There was a lopsided smile on his face as he sighed, “What can I say, I guess you subconsciously want me after all.” 
"I do not—"
“But if I had to guess, I’d say the room got too cold and we most likely cuddled for warmth unconsciously.” He shrugs it off like it was no big deal. You note that his hair is tousled from the night before.
You leave the warm bed you and Gojo had made. His theory was probably true, meaning it was neither of your faults. You purse your lips.
“I suppose that makes sense. I apologize for overreacting, I guess I was under the impression that we had done something lewd last night.” With that comment, you make your way to the bathroom to freshen up both your mind and body.
You don’t end up seeing how red Gojo’s face got. It was foreign to feel all the blood rising to his cheeks. He takes one of his hands to slap it over his eyes before chuckling to himself. Yeah, he definitely knows why he likes you. 
All of a sudden Gojo feels like he’s on top of the world. For you, it was just a moment of weakness.
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gojo wished he and you got to go to the onsen together. 
gojo also regretted not taking a photo of you sleeping soundly in his arms. it would’ve been his new wallpaper. 
for the remainder of the trip, gojo was at an all time high, successfully locating and exorcising the curse in less than an hour.
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cashmoneyyysstuff · 4 months
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you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.
sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.
“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.
a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.
you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.
katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.
then your name was brought up.
at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.
he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.
you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.
you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.
you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.
“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.
“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.
you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.
“ow !”
“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.
“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.
when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.
you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”
he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.
“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”
you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.
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yuwuta · 3 months
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satoru physically withers and crumbles every time you return his belongings. he doesn’t know how to tell you that he can only accidentally on purpose leave his glasses on your nightstand, or his jacket on your couch, or his shirt in your laundry so many times before he loses his mind. every time you don’t take he bait, he folds into himself and wonders why you don’t love him anymore and it costs him $22.50 to hear ieiri tell him to suck it up and use his words because he literally has to buy her company (and drinks).
but when you do take the bait, when you do wear his things, satoru thinks it’s all worth it. he can’t explain why it does what it does to him. it’s a sinister kind of possession he wants to have over you, knowing you’re your own person, free to do as you please, but also knowing you’re caged in him. it’s a lovesick kind of gooeyness that melts his heart seeing you fumble with the sleeves of a sweater that’s too long for you. it’s the vision of you seeing you drowning in him—in his clothes, in his things, in him, in him, in him. he’s selfish, he wants to consume you in as many ways as possible, wants you to drown in him, would die happily knowing you were one tenth as enraptured by him as he is with you. he doesn’t know how or why or when you gained so much power over him, but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t want you to ever stop, so if he has to keep pretending to leave his clothes and bags and glasses around then so be it.
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rexismycopilot · 1 year
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I’m in a rabbit hole of fics, and I reread your I’m the Satellite, You’re the Sky fic and I’m in the Flufftober 2021 chapters!
The notes the boys write to each other in Chapter 11 have me in stitches again😂 the ‘Dear Chosen One’, I lost it, it’s so good!! They are so cute and it’s so fluffy and I love rereading it because if I’m having a rough day, the fluffiness makes it a better day!!
Hope you’re doing well❤️❤️❤️
Aww, friend! I'm so glad you love them!
I genuinely love that little family so much! They're so sweet and they've learned so much from each other.
And the twins!! 🥺
That chapter in flufftober made me laugh! Thank you so much for your kind words, friend! I really appreciate it and I'm so glad you're finding comfort in the pure fluff! 💗
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nkogneatho · 5 months
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This is a PSA for all the writers who exclusively write only fluff and angst:
we love you. we still read your fics. no we don't care if it doesn't have smut in it. it is still valid and it is beautiful. thank you for existing. have a good day.
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