#🍰.fluff

[horrorhottiess]

I just want to ask if it's just me or do y'all get horny when you're watching a horror movie not the ghost horror movies,the one where it's like people killing others.butttt like towards the killers,I can't be the only one that's just like

*me watches a horror movie*

*killers killing someone or comes in seen*

*horny*

FUCKKK like I'm sorry but it's just some/most of the killers are JUST SOOO HOT LIKE SORRY MOMMY OH DADDY NOO I'm sorry but just aaaa their just ya

[patrophthia]

Hi! Your Theodore Nott works are amazing so I was wondering if I could request something with grumpy!Theo. Maybe the reader is always laughing and just generally really happy and maybe Theo can't help but feel attracted to that sunny disposition and ends up just being annoyed by how much he likes it, idk just and idea.

Thank you for your work, it's absolutely amazing 🩷

GRUMPY X SUNSHINE IS MY JAM!!!! I GOT YOU!!

just fine | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff (duhhh), sunshine x grumpy, more of an extroverted reader

part of my 1k celebration event !

There's a few faults to you. You laugh too much, you talk too much, you're too nice, smile too bright, too bubbly, too friendly and Theodore likes you too much for his own good. 

Okay, maybe the last one is his fault rather than yours but it's getting irritating to see just how much you effected him by merely sparing a glance in his direction. Let alone, holding a full conversation with him. 

It's a nice Saturday afternoon, students bustling about as they climb up to the Quidditch pitch —it's going to be an intense match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, or so he heard. Blaise is leading the way for him and Pansy to follow, he signals for Theodore to sit and he does as told; you occupying the seat next to him just minutes after. 

You're cheering for Gryffindor, solely because you were friends with Potter and you're loud about it. Your thighs brushes against Theodore's, warm against the cool breeze and Theodore hopes that his ear doesn't betray him and flush up. 

You turn to him after a bit, moving your leg away to give him room as if you're afraid you've encroached his space. "Who are you cheering for?" 

"No one." In particular. Draco asked for him and the others to watch the game to study the other team's strategy seeing as he wasn't allowed to be here. "You're one of Potter's, fan girl?" 

"Not a fan girl," you corrected him with smile. "Just a friend." 

"Right," he huffs, turning back the game. From the corner of his eyes he could see you hesitating, probably wanting to make conversation; so —for the first time in his life, he tries to make small talk. "How're you liking the game so far?" 

It takes you a second to answer him, and he wonders what even possessed him to ask you this. Curse you and your weird magnetic pull. 

"It's fun," you tell him, gazing at him as you did so. "How're you?" 

He's slow when he replies. "Fine." Then as if he only realizes that you’re asking him how he’s enjoying the game rather than how he’s doing, he tries to save himself by adding: “enjoying it just fine.” 

And when you giggle at his words, seemingly have caught his slip up —yet, not bringing him up to save him from embarrassment. He decides that he likes you (not that this was new information to him). "Really?" 

Theodore nods. 

“That’s a shame,” you say, your tone is playful and there’s a teasing tilt to it. 

Theodore turns, and he meets you head on; there’s a blinding smile on your face, bright enough to render him blind if he were to look at you for too long, he decided. 

And so he turns back the pitch, ears perked up for your next words. “You should be having fun, Theo.” 

A hum is only the response you get, trying to play it cool as if his hand wasn’t clamming up at how he could still feel your eyes on him. Look away dammit. 

“How about we play a game?” You suggest after a minute. “I promise it’ll be fun.” 

He doesn’t look at you when he asks you: “what is it?” 

You’re smiling again, thighs brushing against his in your excitement. “We’ll make a bet. If Gryffindor wins you have to take me out to Hogsmeade this weekend.” 

“And if Ravenclaw wins?” 

A laugh bubbles out of you and he hates how it was second nature for him to look at you, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as your eyes glaze over with a sense of accomplishment. 

“If Ravenclaw wins then what happens?” He repeats. 

The smile on your face doesn’t leave, and Theodore hopes that it never does. “If Ravenclaw wins, I have to take you out to Hogsmeade this weekend.” 

He understands why you laughed now, why you found it so amusing when he asked what would happen just mere seconds ago. No matter the outcome of the game, he’d be spending the weekend with you. 

And he doesn’t mind it one bit. 

[midnight-pluto]

BF!WRIO X GN!READER — smau

contains: college au, fluff, reader is kinda gloomy in this whoops, potentially ooc!wrio sorry

a/n: with the power of democracy i created this

a/n: im sorry this is so late i got caught up with emotions and shit

[kavehayi]

midas touch

aventurine x gn!reader - fluff (sort of suggestive)

author's note: how's everyone's aventurine pulls going? it has been a week since he came out...hopefully you got him like i did💋

you and your lover, aventurine, woke up after an incredibly long night, if you get what i mean.

aventurine was always one to do aftercare in the morning, so obviously he woke you up. "pst...hey...pst treasure, wake up.." he whispered softly, shaking your shoulder a bit to try and get you to wake up. you grumbled and shifted a bit. "give me a bit.." you mumbled, you were exhausted.

"goodness my back is in pain.." you mumbled as you grabbed your lower back in pain. aventurine chuckled and kissed your nape, "think we had too much fun, huh?" that smug bastard had the biggest smirk on his face and you could tell even if you weren't looking at him.

"don't start! you better make me breakfast and everything to make up for this pain.." you grumbled as you turned to face him. he looked beautiful with the sunlight peaking in.

you two soon got up, he had to carry you to the bath however since you could barely walk. "dont go so rough next time bastard.." you mumbled as you sat in the warm water with him, he scrubbed your back for you. "yeah yeah, i know treasure, just relax" he said with a gentle tone. that tone was not at all like the one he used last night when he pushed your head into the pillow while keeping an impossible pace.

but hey, let's keep the nsfw down to a minimum.

he cleaned you up and got you patted dry, getting the both of you dressed in no time. he brought you down to the kitchen, "what would you like to eat, treasure?" he said but you couldn't respond before he added onto his previous question, "unless you want me."

that bastard.

you felt his fingers on your skin and gave in to temptation, i mean he looked extraordinary right now.

"damn you aven.." you grumbled.

"blame my midas touch, treasure.."

[mitsuyaya]

[ 18:28 PM ] nagi seishirou

♡ contains: 322 words. domestic fluff, suggestive, reader has boobs

♡ end note: not edited, please forgive me for dissapearing for so long (midterms + fever really held me up 🙃) take this is as my apology.

nagi stirs from his nap, spotting you beside him with your phone propped in the middle of your thighs. you felt him scooch closer to you, wrapping a hand over your stomach.

“what time is it?” you reach for his head, pushing his stray hairs back. “too early for you to wake up, go sleep some more.” he smiles, opening his eyes to find your hand that was once rubbing his scalp retract slowly then goes back to its place earlier.

nagi stares at you and your hands, at what you were doing with them, then he opens his mouth: “why are you doing that?” you pause the video you were watching, looking at your boyfriend's eyes.

“do what?” he points to your hand, “that. why are you holding your boobs?”

“It’s warm” was your short answer, when you try to go back to what you were watching you were distracted by nagi shuffling from your side.

“what are you-” he doesn't let you finish your sentence when you feel him move to your back, making you adjust your position on the bed to make space for him.

“Can I try holding it?” he asks, chin resting at the junction between your neck and shoulder. you giggled, his curiosity mirrors a child wanting to try riding a bicycle.

“please”

you smiled, giving in to his request, you guide his stretched hands under your shirt. “oh, you're not wearing a bra” he comments, after you remove your hands and let him do what he wants to. you could feel him smile from over your shoulder, like it's something that he really finds enjoying.

it was ticklish at first because he wasn't putting all of his strength, only a little, testing the waters before he fully grasped your boobs in his palms and hummed in delight.

“so warm and soft” you heard him whisper while occasionally squeezing your breasts. it's the last thing you heard before the room that was filled with both of your voices drowns in silence once again.

[bbyquokka]

Kissing all of Lixs freckles :)) telling him how much you love him, maybe he's so grateful he takes care of you!! Just sweetie Lixie

freckles

FLUFF BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

cw: gn reader, established relationship, sickness (fever), pet names (darling), semi proof-read! words: 0.7k ~ (731)

a/n: tysm for the soft thought! i hope you enjoy! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

he lets out a tired groan. his body is full of aches and pains. he can feel how stiff his joints are with each movement. his forehead is burning up yet he is shivering and his throat feels scratchy.

fuck he thinks to himself. i can't get sick, not now!

he hears the door opening and is quick (or as quick as he can be regarding his condition) to get up and lock himself in the bathroom.

he doesn't want you to see him like this, all hot and stuffy. he also doesn't want to get you ill too. it's not ideal when the both of you are sick, even if it does sound cute in an odd way.

“lix! im home!” you call out as you carry the bags of groceries to the kitchen to unpack. you furrow your brows together when he doesn't answer. “lix??”

you place the bags on the counter and floor before wandering around the house. you walk into the living area and see that the cushions and blankets have been freshly ruffled up with a fresh glass of cold water.

“felix?!” you grow concerned but it's quick to disappear once you see the light peaking out from the underside of the bathroom door alongside the sound of running water.

“felix?” you knock softly on the wooden door. “are you in there?”

“uh, yeah! just uh, give me a second.” felix scrambles around in the bathroom, splashing cold water onto his face and rinsing his mouth with cold water to make him look somewhat alive. he looks in the mirror and sighs.

“on second thought, i don't want to come out.”

“why? is everything ok?!” you go to open the door but it's locked.

“i'm uh–”

“are you doing something lewd in there felix?” you giggle.

“what?! no! no! no!” felix flushes red and feels hot, whether from embarrassment or from his fever. “i'm sick with fever and i don't want to give it to you..”

“awe lix!” you coo, heart melting at how considerate he is, even in his time of need. “that's adorable of you but you're going to have to come out anyways. let me look after you, yeah? just like you do with me.”

you hear the sink tap being shut off and the door unlocking before being pulled open slowly. you gasp a little at how unwell felix looks.

"oh baby.. come here.” you open your arms out. felix pouts and throws himself into your arms. you hold him gently, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he whines softly.

“lets get you back on the sofa, m'kay?” he simply nods. he has no energy to protest. he lets you drag him to the sofa, let's you give him water and medication.

you made him some soup, gracefully feeding it to him. felix looks up at you with doe eyes.

“you're the best, yn.” he mumbles. you laugh softly and pat his head gently. “have i ever told you how much i love you?”

“all the time, darling.” you respond as you place the bowl on the coffee table.

"no like, i really fucking love you. like, my heart feels like it's going to burst and i feel hot with love. i feel tingly and butterflies in my stomach because of you. i want to marry you one day, yn.”

you blush and giggle softly at his sudden confession.

“are you delirious because of your fever?”

“mhm, maybe. but what i said is true and comes straight from the heart. it wasn't delirious me speaking.”

“then, i want to marry you too, lixie.” you say shyly. felix grins big and watches you lean in. he puts his hands up between you both to create distance to which you frown at

“i told you, i don't want to get you sick.”

“then, how about this?” you gently lower his hands and kiss his cheeks – more specifically, his freckles.

“one. two. three. four.” you count as you kiss each and every one of his freckles. felix laughing softly and holding you softly.

“when are you going to stop counting?” he jokes.

“until i've kissed each and every one of your freckles.” you grin before resuming your kissing and counting.

“i have a lot of freckles baby.”

“then i guess you'll be getting a lot of kisses, if not more!”

[bambisnc]

he's the one that's livin' in my system baby! [02]

pairing : sungchan x reader genre : fluffy roommates au <3 lil angst bc reader is really out here questioning their whole existence (js like me fr) cw/tw : sungchan spills coffeee + reader is freaking out a bit bc of feelings tm + minor swearing + use of caps wc : 1k !!!!!!!!!!!!! everyone cheer and clap for me !!!!!!!!!!!!!

'RING!!!'

you sit up at your desk with a start, head hitting the lamp that you had so thoughtfully adjusted to be right above earlier in the evening. as you check the alarm clock, it's.. 2.59 a.m. already?! shit.. the last you remembered it was barely 10.00 p.m. and you had just gotten ready for a "super intense cram session", to be able get at least a little ahead in preparations for your finals.

that totally worked out well huh?

as your still sluggish mind slowly catches up, you notice a shawl wrapped over your shoulders.. and that candle you'd lit had been blown out as well. hmm.

your suspicions are easily confirmed when you notice a little yellow piece of paper stuck to the wall with a simple "you got this ^^ ♡" on it.

before you're fully able to let yourself swoon at the thoughtfulness of your roommate - it would honestly not be an overstatement when you question how much of a saint you must've been in your past life to be graced with a roommate like him - you hear a concerning clatter from the kitchen which makes you immediately rush towards the source of the sound.

and there stands sungchan, scrambling around the drawers looking for something.. the puddle of steaming brown liquid, coffee probably, indicates that his search is most likely for a dishcloth.

you move up behind his now bent figure as he rummages through the lower drawers, as carefully as you can to pull out one and dangle it in front of him teasingly, "looking for something~?"

"i could've sworn that was not there before?? dude are you sure you're not some kind of sorceress in disguise looking to prey on pretty boys like me?" your close proximity doesn't seem to affect him in the slightest; you however very much are affected. which obviously means you'll yet again hide behind a safe fool proof technique : a teasing remark.

"pfft- is that the best you could come up with? rather basic, no? you need to up your game seriously - when i first moved in, didn't you accuse me of being an evil horticulturist because i got you flowers?"

"hey no you see that was totally valid and besides the jury is still considering that possibility"

"the jury?"

"mhm, the people who said they'll get back to me on r/horticulture."

you have to laugh at this but as you accept your defeat you flick sungchan's forehead slightly, and roll your eyes at his exaggerated whine.

the dishcloth in your hand suddenly brings you back to earth, you know, as compared to how rather over the moon you feel in his company, "wait catch me up on what happened here?"

"ah.. i was making you coffee. i don't support caffeine at uh 3 am usually but i know you really wanted to get done with some of those worksheets of yours so.."

there he goes being all thoughtful again. god sometimes you really don't even know how to form coherent replies when he shows his care for you so, so unabashedly.

"right yeah.. i appreciate that. but you really don't have to sungchan-"

he doesn’t have to. doesn’t have to make you coffee, doesn’t have to stay up for company when you’re pulling all-nighters, doesn’t have to cuddle with you during your pirated show binges, doesn’t have to hold your hand during late night grocery store runs, doesn’t have to share his mint-choco chip ice-cream, his favorite, with you when your spicy ramen starts getting a little too spicy, doesn’t have to comfort you when everything, everyone gets too overwhelming.

“i know. i’m not doing this because i have to - i want to do this for you… is there a problem with that?”

yes, you want to say, yes there is. he’s making you feel emotions you’ve only ever read about in webtoons and fanfictions, and you’re scared of that. you’re terrified of that. “feelings” never lead to a good outcome unless they’re overly romanticized in various media; and this is definitely not a romance novel; nor is this a kdrama. “feelings” lead to vulnerability, to rawness, to your heart being completely exposed, because it’s undeniable that the defenses you’ve worked to set up around it all your life will break down in a single instance, if he asked it of you. you know that.

“..no. of course not.”

sungchan’s face lights up with one of his trademark smiles then, as he directs you back to your room assuring you that he’ll be “right there with your coffee madam <3”

you’re unwilling to leave but you’re also unwilling to stay. you make your way to your desk, mind still a jumble of complicated thoughts, all revolving around him. it’s genuinely shocking how, despite having been in your life for such a short period of time, he’s somehow wedged himself completely and truly in your mind and heart.

-

“what’s on your mind hmm?” you find yourself in a similar position to merely 7 minutes ago in the kitchen, except this time it’s him with his arms moving around you to place your coffee mug on the table, diligent in taking care to avoid your laptop and notebooks.

“nothing much,” another safe, noncommittal response to hide behind, “feel kinda sleepy, still.”

“well, caffeine to the rescue!! but i would definitely suggest getting a few hours of rest.” he still hasn’t moved, his arms now resting on the wood, as he slightly tilts his head to look at you.

for once you decide to let yourself bask in the safety and comfort he exudes, overthinking and complications can, with all due respect, fuck themselves. “thank you, sungchan.” you’re unable to add in the ‘for everything’ so you can only hope he understands. you reach forward for the coffee, nose wrinkling slightly at noticing how hot it is.

and then. he leans in slightly till you can see your reflection in his warm, mocha-coloured eyes and inside you it’s as if 2 separate beings are desperately fighting for attention; one adamant on backing away as far as possible because it’s safe but the other yearning to pull him even closer. both beings are unfortunately unable to come to a conclusion, forcing you to rigidly stay fixed, not unlike a statue.

his voice is barely above a whisper when he goes, with all the devotion and affection you’d imagined in the gazes of every fictional crush you’ve ever had, “you drool when you sleep. it’s really cute.”

a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose and then he’s gone with some sort of a pleasantry but you’d be damned if you could remember even a word of it.

you blink. once, twice.

change of plans, then : instead of studying, you might need to pull out your softest, most sound absorbent pillow and scream into it, “jung sungchan. fuck. you.”

old notes : somewhat of a prequel to the other one? idk it's in the same univ u can fit in the pieces wherever u like also head empty worrying about exams also. sumchango love dive. ty for ur consideration . new notes : its a series now !11!!!! + [series m.list] [m.list]

[m0uchie]

⸝⸝ NSFW (no plot) → ✉️ || ⸝⸝ NSFW (w/ plot) → 💌

⸝⸝ angst → 🎀 || ⸝⸝ fluff → 🧸

𝙈𝙐𝙇𝙏𝙄𝙋𝙇𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎

having a bf who’s crazy for ur boobs! ⋮ ✉️

caught in the princess’ bed ⋮ ✉️

how they react to you falling sick ⋮ 🧸

anemo boys with an angel reader ⋮ 💌 🧸

anemo boys with an unicorn hybrid reader ⋮ 💌

𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃𝙀

stuck with me ⋮ ✉️

hidden feelings (pt.1) ⋮ 💌

real feelings (pt.2) ⋮ 💌 🎀

your first time with him ⋮ ✉️

happy bday to u 〜 ⋮ ✉️

an innocent date! ⋮ ✉️

when nobody can be as good as you ⋮ ✉️

the girl and the cat ⋮ 🧸 🎀

secret obsession (pt.1) ⋮ ✉️

(a not so) secret obsession (pt.2) ⋮ 💌

find out ⋮ ✉️

the perfect girl on campus ⋮ ✉️

𝙆𝘼𝘽𝙐𝙆𝙄𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙊

riding him ⋮ ✉️

𝙒𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙍

secret passion ⋮ ✉️

testing aphrodisiac chocolates ⋮ ✉️

𝙆𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙊 𝘼𝙔𝘼𝙏𝙊

working hours ⋮ ✉️

𝙆𝘼𝙀𝙔𝘼

his treasure ⋮ 💌

𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙆𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙕𝙊𝙐

I know what you need ⋮ ✉️

ways to keep quiet ⋮ ✉️

𝙓𝙄𝘼𝙊

are you surprised now? ⋮ 💌

𝘾𝙔𝙉𝙊

cyno with a younger sister who’s an oni ⋮ 🧸🎀

𝙉𝘼𝙑𝙄𝘼

sweet relief ⋮ 💌

[taegimood]

Ahhh how come you be giving love to everyone but Kai? That's so not fair.

He's my biased, Soob being my wrecker.

Maybe one where Kai comes back from practice all sweaty comes back and finds you in the shower. And....well...joins...hehe 🫣

-🍰

hi there- i love kai just as much as each of the other members, please don’t assume; i don’t appreciate being accused of favoritism. the only reason i haven’t written much for him is simply because no one has requested it yet. you’re my first ask that’s specific to kai. i’ve written for him in every one of my ot5 posts, however, and last night posted a sookai thought that you can read if you’d like. i’m not being unfair to him. in fact, i’d love to get more kai asks from my readers! i’m glad to finally have one here. anyway.. just wanted to clear that up. i love kai very much. now for this shower thought, since my other readers will be looking forward to more of him.

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a/n: [wc 784] this ended up being more of a mini one-shot or something, oops.. i’ll add proper titling and stuff tomorrow..

you’d originally planned to wait up for your boyfriend, hanging out in his room until the boys were back from practice; but as the clock ticks later and later and you receive an apologetic text from kai explaining that their manager is keeping them there overtime, you decide to go ahead and make your way through your evening routine. it’s when you’re helping yourself to a warm shower that you hear the faint sounds of voices entering the dorm — confirmed by beomgyu singing at the top of his lungs as he passes through the hallway outside.

you chuckle to yourself before wondering if kai will be too tired to join you. you frown at the thought of your boyfriend, worried that he’s been feeling too overworked, and hoping that you’ll be able to help ease his stress, even if just a little. you almost don’t realize when the door opens slightly and he slips through the crack before locking it behind him, leaning forward against the sink for a moment with a tired sigh before straightening to glance over his shoulder at you. you meet each other’s eyes with small, matching smiles, not needing to say anything as he slides his sweaty clothes off and steps in to join you.

“hi baby,” he breathes quietly against the back of your neck as he nuzzles his face into it, arms immediately wrapping themselves around your waist. you hum in response, reaching a hand up over your shoulder to caress his damp hair. “hi,” you whisper back in a soft voice. “tired?”

“mhm...”

he’s gently turning you around, slowly walking you backwards with his hands on your hips until your back comes to rest against the wall. “need you,” he murmurs with sparkling eyes that flit between your own. you coo softly, reaching up again to tuck some hair behind his ear before placing a hand on his cheek to bring him down into a kiss. he doesn’t hesitate, lips moving languidly against your own as his hands wander your body, squeezing gently at every curve and valley until one slips around to rest on your lower back, pressing your hips closer as his other hand finds purchase on your thigh. he gives it a tap and you lift it into his grasp immediately, wrapping snugly around his waist.

when his hand slips down between your bodies, a smile graces his lips. “you already got yourself ready for me, huh?”

“just in case,” you smile back, coyly, and his eyes are lidded as he releases a contented sigh. “fuck, you’re always so good for me.”

he jerks himself a couple of times in preparation before aligning himself with your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit for a few moments with his lip between his teeth before sliding inside of you — slowly, deliciously, both of your heads tipping back with parted lips and quiet moans as he steadily sheathes himself to the hilt. you take a few moments to adjust before he slips his hand back to its previous place on your lower back. “ready?” “mhm..”

the following minutes are a blissful haze, the drag of kai’s warm cock within your walls sending shivers through every inch of your body, his forehead resting on yours as he delivers deep, steady rolls of his hips — his eyes closed contentedly as he relishes in the feeling of you wrapped all around him.

you take your time with each other, the warm water cascading over sore muscles and aching limbs, your lips finding purchase with his as you lean up to claim them once again. soon you can tell that kai is close when his moans turn into soft whimpers against your wetted lips. you stroke a hand up and down his back soothingly, your other slipping down to massage circles over your throbbing clit; his hips are stuttering now, the light sound of slapping skin heard faintly through the falling water, his breaths growing labored as he pulls you closer, and it’s when you cum around him with a shudder that he’s filling you up, moaning into the crook of your neck as he bites down gently, rocking his hips against yours until you’ve ridden out both your highs.

the two of you are panting as he slowly eases out of your pussy, bringing your leg back down to the floor and holding onto your waist to make sure that you’re steadied. his forehead finds yours again, catching his breath. “thank you,” he murmurs. he presses a kiss to your forehead and then your lips. “i love you.”

you smile. “i love you too, hyuka. let’s get you some rest.”

[arabaka]

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ sfw. fluff + angst for the birthday boy! spoilers for chapter 236. 736 words. while i don't mind ageless/minors interacting with my sfw posts, do NOT follow if you do not have your age in bio.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. author's note ⤸ maxine voice from russian doll: sweet birthday baby!!! i had this sitting around in my drafts and honestly been going through it so... we love-self care. also peep the httyd quote B)

He’s already seen everyone else (Suguru, Nanami, Haibara, and Yaga) but there’s still some unfinished business for the strongest, the ill-fated, Gojo Satoru.

After all, it’s a long known fact that Gojo Satoru really died when you did.

“Well,” Gojo stands, dusting off his uniform pants, “Gotta go.”

“Leaving so soon?” Geto asks with a knowing smirk.

“Yeah. Got a date, ya’ know.”

Of course, you’d reunite at an airport terminal of all places. The staple location for every cheesy rom-com movie, where the twist is that both lovers are dead.

What can you say; spending even just a few years in limbo will round out the humor in you.

But it’s also perfect, in its own way. How many rom-coms did you watch with him that had this exact scene in them? How many times had you recreated those corny, predictable scenes anytime you had to travel with sincerity because between the two of you… One couldn’t really live without the other.

Maybe there really is something to this airport effect.

You’re both running so fast, desperate to leave all the time you spent apart in the past.

Gojo sweeps you off your feet, somehow staying grounded on his despite the boom of excitement between the two of you. Your giggles make him giggle and it’s like you were never apart.

When you kiss, he remembers what it felt like when he really had someone to keep living for. 

The memories don’t stop there: a dam of his own making cracks under the pressure before splitting apart entirely. It still hurt to reminisce on those times you shared, even after all those years it never got any better. But with you back in his arms, the experiences have been returned to their original glory. Their original joy.

He can see them all so clearly. 

The look of annoyed disgust you gave him when you met as first-years at Jujutsu High: he never did let you live down your initial distaste for him and you never let him forget why you gave him that look in the first place. But it sure as hell didn’t stop you two from sneaking off to make out when you should have been practicing.

The gleam in your eyes when he told you I love you for the first time: you had cried right after and had him thinking he did something wrong but you more than made up for it when you tackled him to the ground, sobbing “I love yous” right back. 

The warmth of your arms when he’d wake up screaming the nights following the first time he’d lost Suguru: he never could thank you enough for giving him such a perservering comfort.

He’s seeing it all: graduation, birthdays, holidays…

A flash of you and him in the bed you shared, in the apartment you two called home, and the night he proposed… How you said yes before he could even finish the sentence.

And that's where it ends because you'd be gone before the two of you could even announce your engagement.

Gojo never loved after you, didn’t even try to find someone else because no one could ever come close to you.

Now here you are, in his arms again… Where you belong. He kisses you over and over again with the fervor of a man starved, Gojo desperate to reacquaint himself with the way you taste and feel.

“I was beginning to think you forgot about me.” You tease, arms looped tenaciously around his neck; you aren’t letting go this time.

“Pft- You? Never, baby.” His lips skirt yours, “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this.”

Gojo makes you laugh. He always could.“I think I have an idea.” You chuckle, your eyes crinkling as you smile.

“Let me look at you.” You both say at the same time, falling in love with each other all over again. 

With an air of remorse and his pretty blues saturated with sadness, Gojo whispers, “You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” His heart still aches like it's become a muscle memory. “I should’ve–”

“Hey.” Your hands firmly grasp his face, “Stop that.” You give him a good shake with that determined look in your eyes he's longed for all these years. “We're together again. I don't know for how long or what comes next but… For better or worse, right?” 

“For better or worse.” Gojo agrees and for the first time in a long time he smiles without guilt, thinking to himself:

“I’m hoping this isn’t a dream.”

[l0starl]

☆ Arcade ୨୧ 彡

Summary : You and miles go to the arcade and eat!(Yes that’s it 💀it sounded better in my head)

Participants: Miles (42)

Warnings : cursing, (one Popeyes and kfc joke 😭) W/c : 334

Yall im sorry for the kfc and Popeyes it was funnier in my head ok 😭

You and Miles lately drifted off, whether it’s school or extra academic stuff. But no matter what, you always try and make time with each other. And here you are playing arcade games with him. 

“DAMN! Just let me win one time Miles!” You shouted while fidgeting with the control buttons.

“NAH! I’m gonna make you lose for the 5th time!” Miles snickered as he mashed multiple combo moves

You scoffed pressing all the buttons with the remaining energy you had. You knew Miles was competitive but he could at least take it easy. But then an idea popped into your head! Maybe you can distract him for a bit so you can get a combo move.

So you repeatedly make snarky remarks just to catch him off guard, and you quickly make your move with a 3-point Combo!

“That’s a cheap move guapa! That ain’t fair” Miles groaned.

“Miles you won 2-5! I think five is enough for you” you snickered. “Anyways can we go eat now? I’ve worked myself up an appetite!” You sighed.

“Alright, let’s go real quick” Miles motioned you to follow as you both made it out of the arcade to the food court.

“Where you wanna eat? Popeyes?” Miles spoke walking quicker than usual.

“Why you wanna eat Popeyes so bad? What’s next KFC?” You sneered

“Alright you need to chill out, always saying something out of pocket” Miles chuckled under his breath.

“Let's just go eat somewhere!!” You took his hand as your fingers intertwined with his. You spotted an eye-catching meal in one of the food courts. You ordered an Oreo frappe and a large meal, miles also ordered a large meal with a coke to go with.

You both sat down near a window and of course, dug in.

“Man that shit was good” you sighed, finishing your drink.

“One more game?” Miles challenged with a grin

“You bet! I’m gonna wipe the floor with you” you laughed as you both raced to the arcade

[h0neymustardwh0re]

pov: hanging out with your bf kei at his apartment

pls tell me what u think he would name his cat <3

[patrophthia]

hi babes!!!, I saw your 1K follower event!! ( CONGRATS BTW!!! ), and I was wondering if I could get a fic based off of promise or bewitched by laufey for Theodore nott!!, I don’t really care which song you pick I literally love them both sooooo much!!, I was also wondering if you could make reader like a sunshine personality!, you don’t have too dew about it!!, only do it if you wanna!! <33, anyways that’s it please and thank you!, once again congratulations!!!!🫶🏻🤍,

( made this pink so it matches your theme! )

thank you sweetheart!!! for making it pink and everything and yes i love writing sunshine!readers and love love laufey,,, i went with bewitched bc promise makes me bawl my eyes out but here it is!!

you’ve bewitched me | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff, new relationships!!, domestic fluff, it’s so sweet your teeth will rot, reader is mentioned to be shorter than theo

part of my 1k celebration event !

Theodore Nott is well aware of magic and Wizardry alike, he knows of charms and potions like the back of his hand. He knows the effect it might have on a person, how long it can last, and how it tastes —trust him on this, he’s had people slip love potions in his pumpkin juice countless of times before (he tried reaching out to the Professors for assistance but Snape only ended up putting students who looked at Theodore too weirdly into detention, didn’t really work though, seeing as he got slipped another potion a week later). 

But, since he knows it oh so well then why was he having the hardest time trying to come up with why he feels so drawn to you? Why he so incredibly desires you? And why does he miss you so much even when you’re still here, next to him, as you’re bidding him goodbye? 

You’re smiling at him, and it’s soft; it’s so sweet, you’re so sweet to him, it hurts his heart. He doesn’t want to let you go, and neither do you. But it’s getting late, and he knows you have an early class tomorrow —so does he. Your hands are in his; the both of you standing in front of your common room. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You say lowly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping painting. You’re caring, and Theo loves it. You’re good to the people around you, you’re good to him; and he wonders if you’ve casted a spell on his heart and head to make him think so highly of you. “Breakfast?” 

“Mhmm,” he hums first, nodding. “Breakfast,” he repeats after you, his hand not loosening its grip on yours. “I’ll see you at breakfast.” 

“You will,” you murmur. “Oh! And before I forget,” you say, slipping off your (well, technically his) jacket of your shoulders. “Thank you for this.” 

You nudge it over to him and Theodore doesn’t  make any move to take it. “Keep it,” he says, the position of the jacket is awkward —uncomfortable even, laying between your joint hands as it fell pathetically to the floor. He’s not letting go of you anytime soon, and neither is he accepting his jacket back either. “It looks better on you.” 

“But it’s yours,” you tell him and he’s stubborn, still not accepting it, “and if I keep it then it won’t smell like you anymore.” 

He tries to think straight, to stand his ground on how the jacket is yours now; but when your reason is so so (what’s the word?) endearing, how could he ever say no to you? 

So he finally lets go of your hand, picking the jacket up and tossing it over his shoulder as he hopes that you don’t notice just how badly he’s falling for you, how he’s practically falling apart as he stands before you right then and there. 

And when you smile at him, even brighter this time, with you going on your tippy toes as you did so. “Goodnight, Theo,” you say first, then you kissed him, so quick and so chaste that he barely get to savor you before pulling away. And when you tell him: “I promise to dream of you.” 

He can’t help but press his lips back onto yours, one, two, three, more times before finally letting you go. 

It’s when he watches you leave when he finally understands why he feels so completely drawn to you. You’ve bewitched him; through and through, and he could only hope that your curse will not wear off anytime soon. 

— from bee: theodore nott makes me SICK to stomach,,, i want him so bad

[midnight-pluto]

BF!ARGENTI X GN!READER — smau

contains: fluff, college au

a/n: not going to be an actual series, jus wanted to make this im done with midterms <3

a/n: chill smau’s my beloveds 🫶🫶

[songsofadelaide]

Joined in a dream

cw/tw: no curses AU set in the 2020s, birthday fic, female reader, established relationship, fluff, slice of life, another marriage proposal, popular teacher!gojo x private kind of gf— gojo decides to gift himself... a wife. wc: 685

Satoru proposed to you in the quietest way possible— in the confines and comforts of your shared bedroom, away from people's peering eyes. It caught you off-guard, too, the way he presented you with the ring in a velvet box that seemed to have been opened and closed a lot. He must have rehearsed the whole thing so many times that the box was already worn out.

For someone so ostentatious, you'd expect him to propose in front of a crowd, or your friends, at least… But he did this in a way so intimate that you couldn't help but question his motives— and if you truly knew him at all.

Satoru was an unforgivably loud person. He was a teacher, after all. Your friends called him Mr. Congeniality. He was always the talk of the town and always the life of the party— He was expected to be everywhere even though he was busy with his job but his social battery was always fully charged.

On his 30th birthday, he decides to gift himself one of the most important things he could ever want and he could ever ask for.

When you were both tucked in bed and ready to turn in for the night, he fished out the box from his bedside drawer and held it out to you.

"I could have easily asked our friends for help with this," he chuckled in an attempt to mask the nervousness in his voice. "They could have helped me plan something grand, but I know that grandiosity really isn't your thing."

"S-Satoru?…"

"I know it's always a riot with me. We're never not surrounded by our friends and it gets pretty tiring at times," he said, finally lowering the ring box but raising his glassy blue gaze to hold your own. "But would you please do me the honour of being my hiding spot, my safe space, like always?"

Satoru took your hands in his, warmly and tenderly. Though always surrounded by people, he was never really an open book. There was still some reticence in his usual smile, and it gave you so much pleasure that it was only you he would open up to so willingly.

His lips curled up to a crooked smile. "Spare me from the loneliness of not having you by my side every morning. Spare me from the solitude of having dinner alone when we can share in each other's days while enjoying our meal. Release me from this uncertainty that one day, you'll just get up and leave because you can't handle all the commotion I bring…"

He ran his thumbs over your freezing knuckles, attempting to warm them up with his touch. "Marry me, won't you?"

And when you smiled right back at him, he knew just what you were about to say.

"We could have a party with our friends or a party for two. It doesn't matter to me at all. In the chaos or in the quiet, I will always choose to be with you, Satoru. I know that you'll always find ways to find the fun in our simple, mundane life together," you finally answered him, squeezing his hands right back. "So sure… Of course I'll marry you."

"You know I did this so I could savour the way your eyes lit up when you saw the ring," he said with another small laugh as he eventually slid the ring on your ring finger so you could finally marvel at it. "There are just some things I don't want others to see. That includes this, I guess…"

"You proposed at the most perfect time, too," you told him, scooting over to his side of the bed so he could embrace you. "You and I share a pillow, after all. There's no way we won't be joined in a dream tonight."

"The sweetest dream, guaranteed," Satoru stated with another laugh as he welcomed you into his arms. He was certain now that he was your hiding spot— a corner of the world just for the two of you— just as you were his.

Author's notes: Happy birthday, Toru! 🥺🩵🍰 This is my second intimate proposal fic and I have so many feels about this one because I'm also not a grandiose kinda girl lol. 😆 I'm looking forward to reading a lot of Gojo fics later today (tomorrow), too! Hope you enjoy this simple one as well. 🩵

[kavehayi]

five more minutes

blade x gn!reader — tooth rotting fluff - short fic

author's note: sort of self indulgent LMAO i love blade, expect a bunch of blade content from me, yours truly - 💐

“bladie…i wanna go back to bed” you turned to him lazily, pajamas all messy and your hair an absolute disaster. of course, blade has always been the more quiet one between the both of you but he showed his affection in other ways. like right now, he looked at you, looked away and turned again to hold you close to him.

he was warm.

well, hes always warm but you dont really care, anything to help with the freezing temperature of the bedroom you're both in.

his warmth was one of the many things you loved about him, the first always being his eyes. dark pools with a slight hint of fire in them. dark navy hair with maroon tips. everything about him made you love him even more.

sunlight hit both of your faces as it invaded the room through the window, even with the blinds, the sun still deemed itself incredibly important.

“maybe we should get up..” you suggested.

blade spoke up in a raspy tone, “five more minutes..”