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𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𝙝𝙖𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖

𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩

fluff, soft, high school umemiya, healthy relationship, cutesy

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umemiya loved looking after things and festered a huge sense of responsibility for many things, be it his plants, his furin members, or you, his girlfriend of three years. he was an early bird and so he would always have to drag you out of bed after failing to wake you properly which always resulted in him carrying you on his large back instead.

umemiya: y/nnnnnn!! come onnnnnnn!! wake up or youll miss my star pancakes, i seriously spent ages learning how to make them yk. i even picked some strawberries that i grew for- no! don't go back to sleep!!

he steps back and places his hands to his hips, pouting slightly while huffing and trying to catch his breath. waking you was like trying to start a car with no engine and there was no point in that what-so-ever so umemiya stretched his arms and came closer. his hands steadied him by resting either side of your head causing the mattress to duck under the new weight which finally got you to peek a singular eye open groggily, reluctantly. silver silk hair sliding and cascading his face, lips upturned into a pout, ocean eyes carrying their usual life and kindness, a thin line of pink etched from his forehead over his eye to his soft cheek. you couldn't deny the flip of your stomach but your drowsiness somehow won you over more than your beloved boyfriend and you slammed your eye shut again, eliciting an annoyed whine from umemiya.

umemiya: y/n! just get up alreadyyyyy! ...fine then.

without another word umemiya wrapped his thick biceps around the back of your thighs and he hurled you into his grasp.

y/n: ughhhhh put me downnnn...

but your whine was more surrendering than resisting so umemiya paid you no mind as he happily bounced down the stairs with your sleepy form slumped against him. he sat you up carefully at the kitchen table, and hummed a soft tune as his hands busied themselves with your hair.

umemiya, clearly proud of himself: baby look, i got your favourite baby blue hair tye~

y/n, still half asleep: mhmm...

umemiya's smile never faltered as his rough fingers worked through your soft strands with utmost care, untangling the knots and smoothing down the bumps, blue orbs locked onto his task because right now nothing was more important, that's how he was.

once he was sure your hair was to perfect standard he eased your head onto the back of the chair before landing a soft peck onto the tip of your nose and strolling into the kitchen. the kitchen was his territory, he loved to joke about if you married him there would never be a day when you had to enter it and you knew that was true. umemiya could cook everything from sushi to stir fry and even michelin meals, the man was a proper chef. the best part? all home grown, his own garden and his own vegetables and fruits. within minutes he slid a perfectly presented plate of sizzling fluffy pancakes, drizzled in honey and topped with his home grown summer fruits, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries.

of course making the food wasn't his favourite part, he loved to look after you so it only made sense for feeding you to be his favourite task of them all, already seated beside you with a bite of pancake impaled on a fork hovering at your lips while his free hand brushed your intrusive fringe back.

umemiya: here, open wide.

and you didn't have to say anything, umemiya would talk endlessly about something cute sakura did or something funny the old lady from the bakery said to him yesterday, because you were the one he was most comfortable with, enough to share every little detail about his life with such ease. yawning softly as you finish your pancakes your eyes would finally fully open, landing on the larger male's face.

y/n, a warm, satisfied smile sitting on her face: they were really good, thanks ume.

that's all it took for the fattest grin to invade his face and a shade of pink to paint his cheeks as shaking hands would gather the now empty dish before you.

umemiya, already with his back to you out of shyness: of course of course! i tested them on the guys first ya know! would never make you the lab rat honey!

he was so sweet, responsible and cute at the same time. even after years together just a simple compliment from you was enough to turn his face the colour of a tomato and its another thing you loved so much about him, his honesty. you remember an incident where a girl had kissed ume back in the days you first started dating because she had no idea he was taken yet but when the guys came to tell you about it you had smiled, 'i know already, ume told me'. he was always so up front about everything with you and it was something you appreciated greatly.

umemiya: you want chocolate or strawberry milk?

y/n: hmm...chocolate is fine. is it cold?

umemiya: course course! here love.

you weren't even allowed to lift your own arms by yourself because ume does that for you, positioning the glass between your hands and guiding it to your lips before finally giving you free reign and sliding into the seat beside you again. even as you drink, lost in your own world, those ocean eyes remain glued to your soft features, head cradled in his arms which rest on the surface of the table and the usual giddy smile still in place. umemiya loved looking after you but also loved watching you, especially when you would be sat studying, his broad hands would slip under the shoulders of your shirt and rub at the tension in your posture, easing the ache and helping you sit straight, that's what he loved most, giving you massages. whenever he would catch you seated he would take his chance or sometimes he would get you to lay down, especially when you had cramps, working through the knots in your back and legs before returning his fingers to the soft skin of your nape and shoulders.

now you may wonder where you fit into the equation or feel as if you give nothing in return for the love and attention you're showered but that would hardly be true. from tutoring him, patching up his wounds after a fight, enforcing your hair and skin routines on him not to mention your whole career in biology that you had been studying for in recent years was all for him, to show him how much he meant to you. just think the look on his face when you teach him things he's never even thought possible such as how to grow roses and contain them so that they last forever, he would be over the moon and so whenever he would wish you good luck on your studies but never prying into what you were actually doing it gave you a sense of warmth and excitement, you would finally be able to show him how much you've learnt about plants for him, stand by his side and support him with the things he loves, for the rest of your lives.

umemiya had many people in his life that he treasured but you were by far his favourite person, his pretty girlfriend and the same goes for you, your puppy-like boyfriend was the best boy you had and will probably ever meet.

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ᝰ.ᐟ YOU DIDN’T ANSWER MY TEXTS. → blue lock

when you leave them on delivered too long. ft. yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, reo mikage, tabito karasu & eita otoya

warnings: none

isagi finds you after practice, sweaty and out of breath— and immediately storms over like he’s chasing a goal.

“you didn’t answer my texts,” he blurts. his voice is sharper than usual. “i thought something happened—!”

you blink, caught off guard by how panicked he clearly looks.

“i sent like...six,” he adds, quieter now. “i didn’t wanna seem clingy, but...i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

your phone had died, but you don’t even get the chance to explain before he exhales and runs a hand through his hair, visibly calming just by seeing you again.

“next time— just, just let me know you’re okay.”

“psssst.” bachira peeks into your room, hanging upside down from the top bunk. “you mad at me or something? ‘cause you didn’t text me baaack~”

you squint at him, phone on 3% and still charging under your pillow. “no, i was—”

“ahh! i knew it!!” he drops down dramatically, arms wide. “i was gonna spiral into emo mode and send you a sad playlist. i even picked the crybaby songs.”

you laugh. “please don’t.”

bachira beams. literally. already moving into your space like a needy cat. “okay~ you’re not mad. good. i forgive you.”

“you forgive me?”

“yep. but i still get cuddle tax.”

“did you block me or something?”

that’s the first thing rin says when he sees you, arms crossed, cold stare glued to your face. you raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“...what?”

“you didn’t answer. not once.” his voice tightens, jaw clenched. “for hours.”

you’re about to tell him you were asleep, but the tension in his shoulders gives him away. he’d been genuinely worried, even if he didn’t want to show it.

“i was knocked out. took a long nap.”

“...oh.” he looks away. “you could’ve said something.”

“i was unconscious, rin.”

he goes silent, then mutters under his breath, “still.”

you chuckle and take his hand. “i’m here now.”

he doesn’t let go.

“too lazy to reply?” nagi asks, flopped face down on your bed.

you side-eye him and sigh. “my phone was dead.”

“...mm.” he doesn’t even sound mad. just mumbly. maybe 10% sad.

“i thought you ghosted me.” he adds after a long pause, voice muffled against your blanket.

you sit beside him, fingers brushing gently through his snowy hair. “were you worried?”

“...maybe.” he lifts his head up slightly, leaning into your touch unconsciously. “it’s a hassle not knowing where you were.”

you nod, brushing hair out of his eyes. nagi hums in satisfaction. “next time, tell me telepathically or something.”

you chuckle. “i’ll work on it.”

“okay, not to be dramatic, but i was two seconds from calling the police.”

reo storms in—clothes a little ruffled, hair a little messy, clearly trying not to panic even though he already has.

“you didn’t answer anything. not a text, not a call—”

you hold up your dead phone with an apologetic look.

reo sighs hard, dragging a hand down his face in relief. “you gave me an anxiety attack in 4k.”

“sorry.” you reach out, and he immediately pulls you into a hug.

“i’m filing a missing persons report next time.”

“reo.”

“dead serious.”

“wow. no text? no emoji? not even a lil ghost emoji to let me know you died?”

karasu leans back, arms crossed, lips curled into that signature smug half-smile of his. but there’s a tightness in the corner of his eyes.

“rude, honestly. and after i said i missed you in, like three languages.”

“i didn’t even see it. my phone was dead.” you say with a shrug, trying not to laugh.

“tragic. my jokes went to waste.”

karasu walks over, dropping the teasing tone just a little.

“you good, though?”

you nod, and he reaches out to flick your forehead— gentle, barely a tap.

“warn me next time, yeah?”

“oi. you tryna ghost me?”

otoya leans in, lips quirking up into a smile, but there’s a twitch to his brow that says he’s not fully joking.

“you didn’t answer. not like you.”

you grin at that. “relax. my phone died.”

“mm. weak excuse,” he murmurs, leaning closer, voice dropping. “y’know how worried i was?”

you lean back slightly to dodge his gaze, making him huff and refocus on your eyes.

“...did you miss me that much?” you ask, half-joking.

he clicks his tongue. “shut up.”

but then, more quiet:

“yeah.”

you nudge him playfully, and he wastes no time in wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you in like he’s not letting go.

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satoru "i love my wife" gojo.

the man was practically a puppy nipping at your heels. when you were dating, he attempted to be less clingy at times because he didn't want to scare you off, but since you're stuck with him forever now, he has no issue clinging to you.

you both could be in public, and his arm would be around your waist the whole time. if you're looking at something, he'll hug you from behind and rest his chin on your head until you're done looking.

and also, ever since you both got married, know that you won't be addressed as anything but 'my wife' for a while.

there's no more sweet names like baby, honey, or love. it's always 'my wife', but emphasize the 'my'.

he will literally scream the 'my' part and just normally say 'wife' because he wants everyone to know that you're his.

"do you want your usual?" satoru would ask as you both walked into a cafe, and you would nod in response while he just gave you a smile. his hand was currently interlocked with yours, and with how tight he was holding it, you knew you wouldn't be able to let go any time soon. the barista looked at you both as she gifted you a smile, and she turned her attention to satoru. "what can i get you two?" "i'll have..." satoru hummed before pointing at a coffee on the screen. it couldn't even classify as coffee—it mostly looked like foam and whipped cream with a bunch of sprinkles and mochi on it. "that one." the barista nodded as she tapped on the screen in front of her, "is that all?" "also, can MY—" the cafe fell quiet with satoru's shout, and the barista just quietly laughed once you smacked his arm. yet, the man only grinned before contiuing. "can my wife have that one?" he pointed to the screen that had your usual order, and the woman nodded. "your total is twelve dollars and sixty-seven cents." "can you write 'gojo's wife' on her cup?" the barista nodded at satoru's question, and you just frowned. yet, you didn't mean the frown. more than anything, you wanted to jump into satoru's arms and laugh at his stupidity. a few minutes later, your orders came out, and on your cup read 'gojo's wife.' when you finished your drink, you cleaned out the cup and stored it in a box with all the little trinkets satoru has given you over the years.

that's also another thing about being married to satoru—he gives you random things, and you can never tell what he's going to give you next.

one day, he'll bring you your favorite flowers, and then the next day, he'll bring you a random rock he found on the ground.

the best part about that, though, is the face he makes when he gives you the trinket.

he'll have a bright grin on his face while holding out the object in both of his hands, and if his blindfold is off, his eyes are practically shining with excitement and curiosity as to how you'll react.

and trust me, he memorizes how you react. that's one of the things you love most about him. he pays attention.

if you get really happy over one gift, he'll start bringing things like that around more. if you only smile at him and thank him for the gift, expect to find those things in the trash later.

he wants all your trinkets and gifts to be things that make you insanely happy—not just meh.

though, he doesn't just pay attention to how you react over trinkets. he memorizes everything about you.

he can tell your mood from the tiniest things.

if your eye twitches even the slightest bit, he knows you're irritated and will get rid of whatever is bothering you. if the corners of your lips fall down for a split second, he knows you're upset and will try to make you laugh. if you narrow your eyes, he knows you're mad, and will try to calm you down.

the reason he does this is because he wants you to know that he does pay attention, for he never wants you to feel neglected.

another thing he does is that he will have a serious conversation with you on the oddest topics.

his tone will make people think that he's talking about the earths issues or whatnot, but in reality, he's just talking about how it's stupid some birds have wings but then they can't fly.

"what do you mean ostriches can't fly because they're too heavy? are you calling them fat?" satoru frowned at you from where he sat—slowly resting his head on the kitchen island while you rummaged through the fridge for dinner ideas. "yes, i am calling them fat. they're too heavy to fly." your answer only made satoru pout. "then why do they have wings at all!? it's like false advertising for birds—can you even call them birds at that point if they can't fly!?" "birds are defined by their wings, feathers, and beak." "okay, first of all, you're a nerd." satoru commented as you walked over to the kitchen island, and you leaned against it while staring at satoru. "and secondly, that's stupid. wings are supposed to help you fly. like, why do penguins have wings?" "they're flippers, toru." "SHUT UP! THEY LOOK LIKE WINGS!"

now, satoru does a lot of random things, but a favorite has to be when your phone camera is on.

no, not just on him, but you as well.

your selfies? most of them have him in it. it's either his hand is in a peace sign, his arm is wrapped around you, or he secretly leans his head in frame and sticks out his tongue.

your mirror photos? his arm is wrapped around your waist with his chin on your shoulder, or if he's shirtless, he will step behind you and flex.

you complain, but you always end up looking back at those photos with a smile.

now, when the camera is on him, he does take it seriously. many think he would be funny with it, but satoru knows he's handsome.

so, he has to make sure all of your photos of him are good-looking so when you look back at them—he knows you look back at them—you remember how amazing he is.

but if you asked him to be silly, he just has to do it.

not because he wants to, but because you want him to.

he'd do anything for you, which is why he's satoru 'i love my wife' gojo.

he would legally change his middle name to that if it proved to you that he is hopelessly in love with you.

a/n : someone's reblog text of one of my other writings inspired this.

comments & reblogs are appreciated !!

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satoru gojo—the strongest sorcerer—is an absolute softie when it comes to his wife.

the man could kill everyone in japan if he wanted to, yet when you're around, he's as dangerous as a kitten.

and that confused everyone around him.

how was it that even a murmur of your name would make the famous gojo gush and drop everything to talk about you? he could be in the midst of fighting a curse, but if his phone buzzes and your name is on the screen? that curse might as well accept its fate or be prepared for him to be on call with you for the remainder of the fight.

"toru, are you busy?" "not at all, baby—" his words would be cut off as the curse he was fighting attempted to land a hit on him, and the call would only fill with the sound of crashes before you realized what was happening. "are you seriously in the middle of a mission!?" your question remained unanswered for a second before you heard satoru laugh, "i mean, i was, but did you need something? money? sweets? a photo of your handsome husband?" "SATORU!"

it's clear to everyone that gojo is in love with you. he wouldn't just take a bullet for you, but rather a whole nuclear bomb if needed. he's willing to risk everything for you—even his job.

if he's in a meeting and you call him, he's picking up the phone no matter how many dirty looks he gets. what are they going to do about it? he's the strongest, but with the way he acts around you, you'd think otherwise.

his students have noted that every time you come into his classroom, he'd grin like a high schooler in love. he practically has heart eyes that you can see through his blindfold.

"gojo-sensei?" yuji's voice rang out in the classroom, "yes, yuji?" gojo's tone was filled with boredom as the man was leaning back in his chair—feet on top of his desk while he lifted a finger to pull back his blindfold. yuji was seen with megumi and nobara, and all three of them were pointing at the door. where you, his lovely wife, stood with a bento box. "you forgot your lunch—" "MY WIFE!" the sound of gojo's chair hitting the floor echoed as you took a step back from the doorframe, yet your attempt to move out of the way was pointless as gojo barreled toward you with open arms. his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug, and you let out a quiet sigh as you held the bento box up. "is my beautiful wife here to visit her husband?" "i'm here to give you your lunch, toru." "MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE LOVES ME ENOUGH TO COME VISIT ME!" while gojo continued to ramble with you still in his arms, the three students watched the scene with narrowed eyes. "do you think she ever gets tired of him?" nobara asked bluntly, and yuji only shrugged. they continued to watch as gojo only hugged you tighter, and a soft smile appeared on your face as he continued to talk. "i don't think so..." yuji mumbled before turning his attention back to his phone, and the others did the same thing. except for gojo. because his attention was on you and you only.

comments & reblogs are always appreciated !!

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I just watched a "Christian" movie on Netflix and it was horrible. The stereotypes people have of religious people worry me. They see most of them as crazy people with mental problems who would do all kinds of horrible things in the "name of God." And people are so used to this kind of discrimination, it's ugly and sad.