#Hes just so …

[sortashrimp]

currently losing my mind at how vox just stands there trying to process what just happened after val breaks his phone sklfhdlkf

him looking down at his empty hand is kILLING me omg

[sanatomis]

cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.

[barren-heart]

[shibaleeart]

my beautiful silly prince ily

[sleepytoken]

[seldompathic]

Tinker in the void, idiot :))

[sleepis4theweak]

I think about The Last Ronin very often...

[tiredcowboyy]

yeah arthur dying is sad but do you ever just randomly remember how truly heartbroken merlin was after arthurs death, the utter confusion and fear and self hatred over feeling like he failed after all that time mixed with the indescribable sadness and heartbreak over losing his other half only for him to then find out he has to wait for arthur to return, a small glimpse of hope only for that hope to be dragged and torn for 1500 YEARS????? Nobody talk to me bc you’ll only hear my sobs as a reply.

Edit: like I really cant get over how he had to deal with so much sadness over losing arthur, his best friend and other half, just to be then flooded with so much confusion and anger and sadness that he (feels as though) he failed his and arthurs destiny, that all his hard work all the things hes done all the choices he made STILL lead to arthur dying? CRAZY

[professorllayton]

youre being medieval. funniest way to say someone's being a cunt that gansey couldve possibly said

[a-pastel-edgelord]

Yanki!Sukuna starts showing up outside your house to walk to school.

"I didn't tell you where I live."

"S'not like it was hard to figure out. Only one house has a persimmon tree in the yard and you always have one in your lunch." He nods to tree in question, heavy with fruit. You pluck one off without breaking stride, half hoping he'll leave when you turn your back on him.

He doesn't. Sukuna matches your pace and stares straight ahead at the road.

You change tact. "Why are you here, anyway?" Sukuna doesn't say anything walking beside you—he's not looking you in the eye. You catch him by the arm, swinging him around to face you properly. "Answer me."

He bristles and you let him break out of your grip. "It wasn't my idea, alright?! That stupid old bastard—he wouldn't stop griping at me until I left!"

"What's your grandpa got to do with it?"

"He said if I was a gentleman, then I would walk you to school! Fucking pain in the ass."

Sukuna Itadori? A gentleman? You were never one for absurdist comedy and he has yet to explain that it's a joke. It's the boyish pissed off pout on his face that cracks you up anyway.

You let an uneven grin stretch across your face before starting your heckling. "What, he didn't say anything about holding my hand too?" You twirl it in the air dramatically in front of his face. "I'm waiting~!"

He snatches it up, interlocking his large fingers with yours before you can retreat. "Happy now?!"

"Uh, y-yeah this is fine..." You turn away, biting into your persimmon and willing the heat in your face to disappear.

Sure enough, he's there the next morning and the one after that too. And every time he clasps your hand into his, he zips your fingers together—as if he's afraid of what'll happen if he manages to slip out of your grasp.

[orangechickenpillow]

It's genuinely alarming how quickly my gay ass fell for Halsin. He's not even my type, but his acts of service energy and big tits won me over and now every time I see him I vibrate like a small dog

[cuppahoney]

guys do NOT go to the slime dimension at 3 am 😰😰😰

[c00l3stb0y3v3r]

I love him<33

[biggestwilliamfinnfan]

can we appreciate how diva michael rupert's marvin is. always love the og marvin

[a-novel-addiction-2022]

This sentiment has probably already been expressed. But. I'm definitely gonna be wondering for the next two years how they could possibly glow this man up even more.

[spoonbf]

thinking abt. how spoon holds his spoon (the one in his pocket) when he's nervous or upset