gojo hangover morning brainrot…sigh
he sleeps over at ur house n u wake up N HES ALL MESSY HAIRED N HE HAS LIPSTICK ON HIS FACE FROM U KISSING HIM LAST NIGHT AND STILL EEPING AWAY
he opens his eyes when u fidget around and then he pulls you closer and he’s like “why are u moving baby it’s early” N UR LIKE TORU IT IS 11AM I NEED TO GET UP and he just mumbles something inaudible and buries his face in your pillows but he still has u trapped in his arms so u have no choice but to js melt into him and let him cuddle u.
after u finally get him out of bed he js sort of trails after u while u do ur morning things. and he rests his chin on your shoulder while ur making coffee and he’s all bleary eyed and wearing an oversized teeshirt u found in ur closet for him 😭 😭 i have an image in my brain of him tripping over all ur furniture n stuff when he first wakes up because “its too bright to have my eyes open” he says
if he does manage to survive until u hand him a cup of coffee (with enough sugar to give a small Victorian child an aneurysm) he leans against ur countertop and bumps his head on the upper cabinets but every time u tell him to be careful he still hits his silly little head on everything that’s lower down than he expects it to be. and he gets pouty when you get dressed for the day because it’s “harder to cuddle you” when ur not in cozy clothes. he tries to drag you into his arms every second he can bc his head is pounding and he js needs some kisses to make it better—though in reality he needs to eat more than just a cinnamon roll and some hi-chews for breakfast and he needs to start taking care of himself smh
when he first wakes up his voice is still sleepy so he’s got that good morning voice AND WHEN HE SAYS GOOD MORNING HE BLINKS AND HIS EYES SOMEHOW GET MORE BEAUTIFUL and he gets kinda bashful when u stare and he starts making corny comments 😭. idk man i just kinda really like gojo he’s the cutest pookie bear ever <33 bbg 3000
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Say Yes
They saw it before the hero answered.
No. A simple word that could shatter the villain entirely if they weren’t quick enough to intercept.
“I see.” They said, rising from their kneeled position and snapping the box shut, the light from the shining ring dying.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but we can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” The villain asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It isn’t like that!” The hero reached for the villain, but was left stranded when their counterpart stepped back. “It isn’t like that, Villain. I love you, I do.”
“Not enough to say yes.” They shot back, being sure to keep the distance.
It was just, wasn’t it? Of course it couldn’t happen, of course they would say no. A hero and a villain—it would never work.
“I’ll have my things out by tomorrow. We clearly don’t have the same goals anymore.”
“No, no!” The hero began to chase after the villain. “I don’t want your things out, I don’t want you gone!”
“We don’t always get what we want, Hero, if today was any indication.” They shrugged away each time the hero reached out to them.
“Believe me, I do want this, I want you for the rest of my life–”
The villain whipped around, hurt written across their features. “Then say yes!” They laughed. “If I have to beg…goodbye, Hero.”
“I’m not allowed!”
The villain stopped. “Not allowed?”
“To be married. To be in any sort of relationship, actually. I’ve been in breach of contract for the last few years.” The hero wiped away their tears quickly. “The most wonderful years of my life and I couldn’t tell anybody.”
Breach of contract?
The villain wished they could have been confused, but everything made sense, so much sense. All the closed off behaviors in public spaces, the way they shut down if they thought they heard a camera shutter, never visiting friends, even the way they compulsively closed the blinds.
They were going to lose their job as a hero if any sign of a relationship was seen.
“Hero.” they spoke softly, not knowing exactly how to feel.
Anger? Mild betrayal? Apologetic?
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to feel like a secret. And if we were married,” They smiled at that, only to lose the feature just as quickly, replaced by mourning. “If we were married, nobody could know. I couldn’t have any big wedding with you, couldn’t invite my friends, family, couldn’t wear that gorgeous ring, and couldn’t legally record it. They have everything on me, all my personal documents, that would include a marriage license.”
This time, the hero succeeded in grabbing the villain’s hands. “I can’t marry you because I will lose everything.”
That mild betrayal roared to life, even as the villain gently caressed the hero’s face. “But me. You would lose everything but me.”
“And if I asked you to give up being a villain, to settle into civilian life, would you?”
They both stayed in their embraced position, still and silent, thinking.
“You’re right.” The villain conceded after a moment. “I’m sorry. Damn a marriage license to hell, Hero, damn a big wedding, damn the ring. Yes, I want to marry you and let the world know that you are my partner as I am yours.”
“Please say but.”
“But none of it really matters, so long as I have you with me.”
The hero let themselves melt into the villain’s arms.
“Alternatively,” they began, voice muffled. “Hypothetically, I mean. Say there were no contract, say any hero business suddenly turned free range, say a hero such as myself wasn’t connected to any organization.”
The villain started to laugh, only to realize that this hero in their arms was serious.
“Are you suggesting villainy? Please say yes.”
“Yes.” They drew themselves up again, staring their love in the eyes. “Yes to everything. Give me that ring. I want the biggest wedding of the century.”
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