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[beanxiv]

hi beanie i saw u were asking for reqs for other fandoms so i came to the rescue ! have u seen that trend where someone's significant other says ily and they don't say it back?? u should do that with the kamaboko trio!!!

SAY IT BACK ! (gender neutral reader)

note: sorry for answering so late anon 😭 this is a very old wip that i dug up from my drafts but i hope u guys enjoy it

warnings: fluff, modern au

tanjirou kamado : his first thought is that maybe you didn't hear him.

he stops dicing up the vegetables he was working on and turns to you. "did you hear me, darling? i said i love you."

"yes, i know." you have to fight to keep a straight face.

you can see the gears turning in his head. "is everything okay?"

"yeah, everything's good."

"are you mad? did something happen- did i do something?" the frown on his face almost makes your façade crumble.

you glance at your phone, hidden away on a nearby shelf where tanjirou can't see it recording him. you struggle between two options, drop the prank and reassure your loving boyfriend, or continue and make yourself feel guilty...

'i might hate myself after this,' you think to yourself before getting your act together.

"no, why would i be mad, tanjirou?"

he's put the knife down by now, and is shifting closer to you, concern lacing his soft features. "are you sure?"

"yes, tanjirou." you nod. your boyfriend freezes.

"what?"

you haven't called him tanjirou since... well, he can't even remember. it was always either an endearing petname or nickname.

you play dumb, tilting your head innocently. "what, is something wrong, tanjirou?"

it seems your boyfriend has finally had enough, "yes, something's wrong! why are you calling me tanjirou? and why haven't you said it back??" his expression is downcast, like a kicked puppy and you finally break.

"i'm sorry, baby." you throw your arms around the brunette, "it's just a prank, don't worry." you point out your phone and tanjirou audibly sighs in relief.

"you really scared me, love. i thought you were mad at me.." he's quick to squeeze you tight to his chest.

"i love you so much, tanji. i'm sorry for pranking you," you say sincerely.

"i'm just glad everything is okay. i don't know what i'd do if you suddenly stopped loving me," tanjirou mumbled against the crown of your head.

you pull away in shock, "'stop loving you'?? as if that's possible?? i'll never stop loving you, so don't say things like that."

tanjirou giggles, "i'll never stop loving you either, darling."

inosuke hashibara : immediately thinks you've lost hearing or something. because why else wouldn't you say it back??

"did you go deaf or something??"

inosuke is staring at you with his hands planted on his hips and a pout on his lips to show his frustration.

"hm? no, i heard you, ino." you mumble without looking up at him, instead focused on a scrolling across the screen of your phone.

inosuke grunts in confusion, "are y'sure?"

"mhm, i heard you." you shift on the couch where you lay so that your back is to inosuke.

and this gesture shocks him. seeing you turn your back towards him.. now he's convinced something's wrong.

"hey! why're ya acting like that??" he pouts harder, his arms moving to cross over his chest.

"like what, ino?" you sigh, turning up the volume off your phone to tick him off.

"i said i love ya and.. y'ignored me!" he moves from where he stood by your head at the armrest to stand in front of the couch, your back still facing him.

"oh, did i?" you shrug, barely acknowledge his movement with a look over your shoulder.

"y..yeah, y'did!" he grumbles, resolve crumbling.

you finally turn to face him, "so? do i have to say it back?" your resolve is crumbling too.. this act is getting hard to keep up.

inosuke's jaw drops, "yeah! f'course you do!" his pout becomes less frustrated and more disappointed, "how am i s'posed to know you love me back if ya don't say it..??"

and that's the final blow to your mask. you sit up hurriedly, standing up to pull him into your arms, "aw.. i'm sorry, ino. of course i love you.. i promise it was just a prank, sorry love."

inosuke melts into your hug until the word prank. he pulls his face away from where it was buried into the crook of your neck. "a prank..? i- i knew that! i just wanted to.. prank you back." he says, knowing that both you and him are aware that it's a poorly strung lie.

you rub his back soothingly, deciding to fuel his ego a bit. "ahh, i see. well.. you really got me then, ino. you had me completely fooled, baby."

zenitsu: poor guy thinks you're gonna leave him 😭

"y/n.. i said i love you." zenitsu looks up from where his head was laid in your lap.

"mhm, i heard." you murmur flatly, eyes on the tv.

his expression twists into concern, "you heard? so.. why didn't you say it back..?"

you shrug, expression still blank. "didn't feel like it, i guess."

zenitsu scrambles off of your lap to sit up on the couch next to you, "you don't love me anymore?"

"i didn't say that," you finally turn to look up at him, schooling your expression.

zenitsu stares at you, wide eyed with worry. "but.. if you don't say it back that means you don't love me.. and if you don't love me that means you don't want to be with me.. and if you don't want to be with me that means you're gonna leave me.. if you leave me..--"

he goes on until you cut him off with a hand on his knee. "zen, it was just a prank. sorry baby."

zenitsu looks down at your hand on his knee before looking up at you, expression confused. "so do you love me?"

"of course i do."

zenitsu lets out a breath that seems to have held all his stress. "oh thank god.." he shifts to pull you into a bone-crushing hug, "don't do that again! what if i had a heart attack??"

"sorry, zen." you grin as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, hand coming to run through his hair. "i love you, zen."

"that's good." he murmurs against your neck, "i love you too."

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[beanxiv]

thank you for the tag ai!!

"for you, always." pulling you by your hips, he slides you further up his lap, wanting you even closer to his chest.

this one goes out to ami, xue, and puri 😈 i'm writing it just for them

#: @strawberrypockybox @rintosei @jisbizarre @saesins @hobieist @jisbizarre @noomon @ode2rin @okkotsuus @starzzrin + anyone else who wants to join !

Last Line Tag

tagged by the lovely @thiamsxbitch 😘

RULES—share the last line you wrote for your WIP, and then tag as many people as there are words.

MK placed too much responsibility on himself already, how would he react if he knew his mentor, the great Monkey King, signed off for his immortality to end after MK’s passing?

hehe :3 would you believe if I told you that this wip was supposed to be fluffy?

tagging (with no added pressure dw <3): @sourdough-morbread @bellamyblakru @ghoultaffy @shana-rosee and anybody else bearing witness to this post and feels inclined to play!

[stqrriichiigo]

𝐀𝐑𝐈'𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒!

— so this is basically a list of my fav writing blogs. ( most of them are black! reader. and a good amount of them are my mutuals.)

P.S : if the user is there but no anime, it means I know they write but not sure for which fandom...

— @romiantic ⋆ my hero academia, haikyuu, attack on titan, kuroko no basket, jujutsu kaisen, etc.

— @miirene ⋆ my hero academia, attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen, spiderman ; astv.

— @reelock ⋆ daiya no ace, haikyuu, blue lock, kuroko no basket.

— @sapphicshav ⋆ haikyuu, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, kuroko no basket, blue lock.

— @reikuto ⋆ haikyuu, the disastrous life of saiki k, attack on titan, my hero academia, etc.

— @jxlynes ⋆ kimetsu no yaiba, genshin impact, etc.

— @amourlyns ⋆ apex legends, windbreaker, overwatch, etc.

— @mypimpademia ⋆ my hero academia, jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, etc.

— @tiathecreator ⋆ ?

— @geeerage ⋆ blue lock, etc.

— @beanxiv ⋆ obey me, my hero academia, demon slayer, blue lock, jujutsu kaisen, etc

— @ikonari ⋆ naruto shippuden, demon slayer, assassination classroom, Dr. stone, etc.

more will be added to this list sooner or later!!

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STEALING @beanxiv REQUESTS AHAHAHA

!!!

𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚

𝘪’𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧

𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘤 🙄, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪

you and your boyfriend were at the mall, on a date. you both hadn’t seen eachother for a while because of your work studies so as soon as you two got back from them, you planned a date. 

“baby i need to go to the bathroom, wait for me out here okay?” you untangled your fingers from his and went inside the ladies room. after u done ur business in there (not writing that out 😨), you went out to wash your hands. you turned on the water, soapy fingers getting rinsed. you then dried your hands, quickly fixing your hair and your clothes wanting to look your best for your lover. walking out you heard his voice, 

“ahaha thank you i’m flattered but i’ve really gotta get goi-“ 

“woah your hair is so soft !!” 

you looked over at the girl giggling at kaminari, YOUR kaminari. your insides cringed at the way she was looking at him, the way she giggled and twirled her hair. 

you hated it. 

but ur social anxiety could never 😂😂😂, so you said nothing. it didn’t help that she looked like a model for vogue. she had this medium length light brown hair, curtain bangs framing her face with blue eyes to go with it. her eyelashes were long and pretty, her skirt reaching her mid thigh. she was stunning. and something inside of you made you uneasy, it was nagging at you about how much better she would be with him, how much better they look together then you two do. your insecurities getting the better of you. so much so you didn’t notice kaminari trying to get your attention.

“y/n? baby are u okay?” he knew something was wrong, but you didn’t want to admit to anything. so you put on your best fake smile and looked at him, “yeah sorry i just spaced out for a little, don’t worry about me it’s okay”. the look on his face didn’t change, he knew you weren’t  okay but he stayed quiet, not wanting to make a scene.

you two got back to the dorms about an hour later, that girl still lingering in your mind. after a couple of seconds you found yourself tearing up, wiping your tears so kaminari wouldn’t notice but it was too late.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, worried tone slipping off his tongue. “nothing it’s fine don’t worry” you put on a fake smile, hoping he wouldn’t see through you.

“hey.”

his voice was stern, yet still soft. he cupped your cheeks to insure you wouldn’t look away from him.

“nothing that makes u sad is ‘fine’ to me, and it shouldn’t be to you either.”

as soon as he said that the tears came back. you let them out this time, avoiding his eyes.

“now wanna tell me what’s making my girl cry?”

you really didn’t want to say anything, scared he would call you irritating for it, but you did. even if you were speaking softly, he heard every word you said clearly. you told him about the girl and how you didn’t like the way she looked at him, how much prettier u thought she was, how u think he would look better with someone like her than with someone like you, how your scared he’s gonna leave u some day for a girl like that.

his eyebrows furrowed at this, you shut your eyes tight, bracing yourself for the insults about to come your way, until you felt yourself being pulled into his embrace. 

“listen to me and listen closely. that girl is a nobody to me, your the only girl i have eyes for baby, and you’re beautiful. i love everything about you. i wouldn’t ever leave you for anyone else. your the only one for me and i never want to lose you, i love you so much y/n, i’m sorry you were feeling this way.”

this made your heart flutter, your shoulders weren’t so tense anymore. you were relieved to hear that. his head was buried into the crook of your neck, kissing it and muttering a praise after each one, he was being genuine. so you felt better.

“i love you too, i’m sorry” 

“nothing to apologize for”

a/n : THIS WAS so rushed fr JDKSDKDK @beanxiv hope u like it 🙄

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞

[beanxiv]

˗ˏˋ 📖 ─── BETWEEN THE LINES .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

batboys x fem!reader . . you love reading and he loves you

note: first dc smau !!!! i promise i'll drop the damian fic soon, i just finished this a little faster, ...low-key scared to post this btw ✪ layout is inspired by my lovely mootie @yintous ! (sorry for the tag 😓) i highly recommend giving her blog a huge follow because her work is so yummy content: suggestive, my damian favoritism shows, honestly self-indulgent bc i wish i had a bf to yap about books to, spoilers for the wicked king in damian's !!!!!!! use of petnames, typos that I try to pretend were on purpose, arabic translation: hayati (my fav petname ever) = my life [main masterlist] . [dc masterlist]

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[beanxiv]

wishing i could wake up past noon to the sight of percy jackson at the stove. just standing there shirtless with gray sweats and bed hair making me a blue breakfast "just cause, baby ! " flipping a blue pancake and turning around to say something like "g'morning, pretty girl. how'd you sleep?" with the biggest, sweetest grin on his face

[httpshujii]

IYGRWOURFH ily nini

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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity ❤︎ (you don't *have* to, but I'm giving you a star cause I want to)



i copy and pasted this from someone else but i wanted to spread some positivity too!!

…I’m speechless right now. I GOT A STAR GUYS 😭😭😭💜💜💜💜💜💜 I’m tagging everyone I know that’s absolutely amazing

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[beanxiv]

˗ˏˋ ꨄ︎ ─── THREE BEATS .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

d. wayne al-ghul x fem!reader , just under 1k word count

note: sorry for taking forever to drop this!!! btw this is partly a character study and partly me needing to output my love for damian wayne .ᐟ mood board linked in the title is edited by me but pics aren't mine obvi ! content: use of pet names, arabic petname translations: qalbi = my heart, hayati (my personal fav) = my life, i think that's all I used in there, but if not lmk and i'll translate!! 🏷: @wiseavenuelove && lmk if anyone else would like to be added :3 [main masterlist] . [dc masterlist]

“ and suddenly, everything that happened becomes easy. « و فجأة يهون كل اللي فات » ─── ”

damian is not soft. he’s the grandson of ra’s al-ghul and the son of talia al-ghul and bruce wayne. he’s ibn al khufach, trained by the league of assassins and honed to be the greatest assassin – to tame the world.

correction: damian was not soft. past tense. even when he tried his damn hardest not to be.

you bring out the best worst in him.

if someone had told him just a few months ago, that he’d be laying with his head in the lap of the most beautiful girl in the world— he’d scoff in their face. and yet—

“look at this one, dami,” you hum, one hand carding through his hair and the other tilting your phone down so he can see the tiktok on your phone. “isn't it so cute?”

you’re sitting on the couch in your apartment, and he’s laid up taking the rest of the space, head propped on the plush of your thighs.

“do you want it?” he asks, lifting his gaze from his sketchbook to look at the video then at you. it’s a toy— he thinks. he’s not actually sure what it is, but it looks like a toy.

“no!” you answer quickly, because you should've seen where this would go, “well, yes, but i just think they’re cute. do not buy me one, damian.”

he ignores you, instead clicking his tongue and lifting his phone to his face. “hirono dolls?” he mutters after a few moments of typing and scrolling.

“damian.”

“i purchased four of them,” he hums, not flinching when you shake your head and say his name scolding again. “my finger slipped.”

“they're like twenty dollars each!” you huff, to which he frowns.

“twenty? you’re right, i should get you more.” he mumbles all to himself, swiping at his phone again.

“damian!” you say for about the millionth time, reaching for his phone. naturally, the demon’s son’s reflexes are too quick for you and he jerks it just out of reach.

“you want the doll and i want you happy,” he offers like that makes complete sense— and in his mind, it does.

“i am happy without you spending all your mon—”

“it's my father’s money.”

“even worse!” you sigh in half amusement, half exasperation.

“i don't see how,” he shrugs, sitting up now.

“i dont wanna watch you spend money on me every time i open my mouth about something, dami.” your gaze follows him as he straightens.

“then close your eyes,” he smirks like he always does when he comes up with a smart quip.

you swat at him playfully, “oh, you are so insufferable.”

instead of responding to your insult, he catches your hand, brings it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.“i bought five more. they’ll be here tomorrow morning, hayati.”

you open your mouth to say something— another retort he assumes— but before the first syllable even leaves your lips, he tugs you down by your hand to flop against his chest. “don’t,” he murmurs. “let me show my affection.”

you melt against him, arms looping around his neck, “you know, there's a lot of other ways to show affection, robin.”

“is that right?” he mumbles, moving his sketchbook and pens out of the way with his left hand— right arm still circled around your waist— so that he can lay back against the arm rest, taking you with him. “enlighten me.”

and so you lean in, press a kiss to his jaw, then his cheek and nose, until you're peppering kisses all over his face— save for his lips, to his light frustration.

“i think i’ve been enlightened,” he says, taking your chin to pull you in for a real kiss. it’s soft, slow, and entirely unexpected of a man who learned to kill before he learned alif baa and taa. it also serves to show that this side of him is reserved for you, and you only. when your eyelids are fluttering shut, forgetting the world around you– remembering only this boy in front of you who's not perfect in the slightest way but tries for you. this boy who would drop everything to be at your side, who would drain his pockets for you inverse to the way you fill his heart. a boy who'd never think he'd ever belong to someone— or, more so, have anyone to ever belong to him.

and yet here you are, in his lap with your mouth on his, reverent and like a prayer on his tongue.

damian wayne al-ghul is rarely ever speechless, and right now— when your fingers are curling in his hair— his brain feels too foggy to come up with words. forunately for him, words go unneeded when you kiss him, because he finds himself speechless every time you do.

you’re pulling back all too soon, and your eyes are sparkling in a way that makes him feel like there’s a sparkle in his own chest. the silence isn’t uncomfortable, but his heart is beating enough in a way that makes him exhale, “honestly, i would have never thought you would be interested in small toys, though i suppose i shouldn’t put it above you to be so animated over odd things and knickknacks.” you blink at him for a moment, still caught between the phantom feeling of his lips against yours, and the way it makes you feel as if you’re floating. “what?” then your expression slackens into a deadpan, “oh, seriously? you kiss me silly and then insult me?”

he smiles again, the sort of smile that tugs at his lips when he’s trying not to smile, and he laughs a bit– a sound you’ll never get tired of. “i can kiss you silly again if you’d like.” “i’d like very much,” you mock playfully, already pulling him in by the front of his shirt.

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[beanxiv]

˗ˏˋ 🖍️ ─── SILLY TEXTS WITH BF! DICK GRAYSON .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

dick grayson x fem!reader . . just being a silly girl with her silly bf

note: dick grayson... mmmm..... yummmm. i'm sorry i was gonna make this longer but i had no inspo, don't smite me pls 💔 content: suggestive, petnames [main masterlist] . [dc masterlist]

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[beanxiv]

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ based on a headcanon from a post i have yet to finish , so sorry for my inactivity , i hope this makes up for it ! no warnings

“gods, she’s so pretty, and sweet, and perfect, and pretty, and—”

‘is she now?’ the little minnow’s voice is more sarcastic than anything, but percy lets it slide because the fish is still young.

so instead of feeling deterred, he’s spurred on, “uh huh, she’s more than i could ever ask for. i’m gonna marry her some day,” he vows, resting his head back against the sandy bottom of the lake. absentmindedly, his finger traces your name into the sand, and even if the writing doesn't last long underwater, he knows you’ll be his and he’ll be yours forever.

when it’s quiet a moment too long, he tilts his head, and the minnow has disappeared.

“jeez, tough crowd..” he mumbles, pushing off his back to swim up to the shore where you’re reading a book. he walks out of the water looking like a greek god (i wonder why!) grinning as he makes his way to you.

his hair is soaked and finger-brushed back while a few stray strands fall forward. droplets of water slide over his sun kissed skin, and you know he knows what he's doing, because less than a flick of his wrist would dry himself off.

“hey, pretty girl,” he plops into the towel, sidles up to your side and getting you wet in the process.

“hi, baby,” you hum, closing your book and setting it aside so he doesn't get it wet. “you have fun?

he looks at you a moment longer, like he wants to keep the image engraved in his kind before he leans back to lay his head down on the towel. “yup,” he nods, popping the p. “but the fish have been catching attitudes lately, so i came back to my angelfish.”

you giggle at the nickname, lowering a hand to brush back the stubborn strands, “yeah? the fish were mean to you?”

“yeah,” he shakes his head in faux disappointment. “it's always the same little guy, can’t say anything to ‘im though ‘cause he’s still a baby.”

you hum as you listen to him, now playing with his hair, twirling the wet strands.

“maybe you were talking too much and pissed him off,” you tease, poking his cheek with your left hand.

“nuh uh,” he turns his face to nip at your fingertip before kissing it. he interlaces your fingers, pressing featherlight kisses to your knuckles, “was jus’ talking about how i’m gonna marry you, an’ how you're the prettiest, sweetest, most perfect girl in this universe and the next.” his lips pause on your ring finger, kissing it with a saccharine gentleness reserved only for you.

your heart stutters and your lips pull into an unintentional grin, the kind of smile only he can get from you. “maybe he got tired of hearing it,” you murmur. you'll never get hired of hearing it though.

“yeah, well,” percy lowers your intertwined hands to rest on his chest. “when he gets a little minnow girlfriend, he’ll know how i feel.”

“i’m sure he will, baby.”

he’s not looking at you, rather at your hands. he’s quiet, and you can tell he's thinking about something, so you ask him. “what’s on your mind, perce?”

he glances up at you, lips instinctively curling into a smile, “you, always.”

and it’s true! he’s always got you on his mind, but right now it's something a little more specific. he can tell, even when you’re grinning, that you know it's something more. so he brings your hand back to his lips, kissing your ring finger again. “‘m just thinking about putting a ring on this finger, sweet girl. i’ll get it in your favorite metal, a shape you’d like, a pretty gem— the works. only the best for my angel.”

maybe he doesn't realize the weight of his words because to him, he's just expressing his love. but to you, having the man of your dreams, the most perfect boyfriend you could dream of, rant about how badly he wanted to marry you—

—it made you have to “blink sand away from your eyes.”

“‘re you crying, baby?” he teases, pressing a few more kisses to your hand and wrist

“no,” you counter a little too quickly. you know it's no use lying to percy, though. lying to him is like trying to float in a tsunami, you try to convince yourself it's totally possible, but (you guess) it's not.

this time, he pulls you down from your sitting position to lay your head against his chest. “save your tears for the vows, pretty baby. then you can cry and i won't make fun of you ‘cause i’ll be crying too.”

that makes a soft mixture of a sob and giggle leave your lips. “baby.”

“yes, pretty?”

“no, i'm calling you a baby.”

you expect him to counter back with his own quip, but instead he places a hand on the back of your head and a kiss to the crown. “your baby.”

“ugh, you’re so corny,” but you’re grinning even as the tease leaves your lips.

this time he doesn’t have anything corny to say, nor a sassy comeback. instead he resorts to violence.

he pokes at your side, tickling you until you jolt, “percy!”

“hm?” he plays innocent, still poking at you.

“okay! you’re not corny, you’re the best boyfriend ever, i love you!” you manage between giggles.

“uh huh, i thought so.” he nods all self-assuredly, now smoothing his hands up and down your waist where he’d assaulted you with tickles. “i love you too, baby. future wifey.” he grins and it makes you look forward to getting that ring even more, just to see that smile everyday. and he plans on showing you.

not just his smile— he plans on showing you everything. the best life he can give you before and after “i do.”

[beanxiv]

satoru gojo who has the biggest sweet tooth ever but won't hesitate to offer you a bite of his kikufuku-- even though it's his favorite.

satoru gojo who, when you shake your head to him buying you an expensive gift, buys it for you anyways, because no amount of money will be more valuable than seeing you happy with a what he's bought you. especially when he knows its his name on the card that's being slid through the reader to purchase whatever it is you set your eyes on.

satoru gojo who readily pulls his blindfold/sunglasses off in your presence because only you quiet the overlapping, draining echoes in his head.

satoru gojo who peppers you with kisses for as long as you let him, because you deserve to feel just how much adoration he has for you.

satoru gojo who takes you out to gorgeous high-end restaurants, having the both of you dress up just as gorgeously. not to mention, throughout the night you'll hear endless compliments of how "that outfit really compliments your figure," or how, "that color makes your eyes look so pretty." and so on and so forth, satoru can't run out of compliments when you give him so much to talk about

satoru gojo who is the best at princess treatment. do not try opening your own door around him. he will do somersaults to get there before you can. you know those tiktoks of people rolling over the top of the car and dropping onto the ground to open the door for their significant other? yeah, that's satoru.

satoru gojo who surprises you with those giant, beautiful bouquets that have money and your favorite snacks in them because he loves to see your expression when he hands it to you

satoru gojo who loves to show you off. he'll send the gc with him, shoko, and suguru endless texts about how he loves his s/o so much and how he's so lucky to have them. and he sends especially petty messages sometimes about how suguru and shoko are still single while he's happily married (he'll say this before you're even engaged)

satoru gojo who used to not get flustered by anyone because-- well he's satoru gojo-- he's the one who gets people all flustered up. but when you came into his life? try as he might to talk smooth and be flirty, you turned him into a stuttering mess sometimes. he'd play it off when he got lucky, but whenever you caught him off guard? he'd blush to his ears, glancing away and all.

satoru gojo who always texts you if he's at the store to ask if you want him to pick up something for you while he's there.

satoru gojo who, if you're sick, will act like you're dying in his arms. he'll panic, rushing around to get you medicine, whatever snacks you're craving, etc. he showers you in kisses and cuddles like they'll be his last

alternatively, satoru gojo who, when he gets sick, demands attention 24/7. you're not there when he wakes up? he'll pout and be upset until he's had his fill of your cuddles. loves when you feed him while he's sick, it makes him feel so loved and taken care of.

satoru gojo who loves when you ask for his opinion. which outfit is nicer? well both of them look perfect on you, but that one brings out your skin tone. which show should you watch? what about the one where you'll love to watch together? it makes him feel so important when you ask what he prefers.

satoru gojo who kicks his feet and giggles when he gets a text from you. he's on a mission with suguru, shoving his phone in suguru's face giggling over whatever you said. the phone is so close to his face that whatever is on the screen isn't even legible at this proximity but it makes satoru skip like a little schoolgirl as he and suguru walk to wherever they've been assigned to.

satoru gojo who asks shoko for advice since she's a friend of yours. asking her questions like, "should I get them this or this?" or "do they like this or this better?"

satoru gojo who starts a book or tv series just because you recommended it to him. because when has his beautiful partner ever steered him wrong? this applies for any advice you've given him too

satoru gojo who makes you an example for megumi. "see this, megumi? your standards should be this high! look how perfect y/n is, you should find you a partner like that too!"

satoru gojo who shows you megumi's picture album of when he was younger because he loves to see the two most important people in his life bonding, even if it means embarrassing megumi.

on that note, satoru gojo who's apartment is filled with photos of you and megumi and all his friends and family, and his phone's wallpaper is a picture of you too

satoru gojo who watches old tapes of you and him in high school together a lot whenever you're on missions without him. the nostalgia makes him miss the times when everything was okay in high school, but it also makes him so grateful that he finally managed to make you his after pining for you for so long

satoru gojo who's possessive but in a boastful way, you posted a tiktok? he's the first like, comment, and save. spams your comment section saying, "THATS ACTUALLY MY S/O" and whatnot because he's absolutely obsessed with you

satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer, who is absolutely no match for you because the moment you make eye contact with him, he just goes weak and can't say no to a single request of yours

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ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 — something about you : eyedress, dent may

he’s so pretty.

percy jackson, son of poseidon— one of the most powerful demigods to step on gaia’s green earth—

— is pretty.

his dark brows that you cleaned up around the edges for him whenever he had enough patience, his even darker hair that fell into wind-swept waves and loose curls, his sharp nose dotted with freckles that reached the height of his cheekbones— you could go on and on, and on about your boyfriend's beauty.

how he’s a son of poseidon and not aphrodite bewilders you. gods, he certainly looks like he was sculpted by the goddess of beauty.

it's what you thought about almost every time you woke up next to him. he looked so peaceful, as if he hadn't been to hell and back (literally), and saved the world on numerous occasions (also literally.)

it’s a breezy summer morning and his cabin window is open so the wind is gentle and sweeping the curtains this way and that. the abalone walls reflect light from the sun, casting a nearly transparent rainbow across his freckled cheeks.

you reach out and brush your fingers against it, and he nuzzles into your hand even in his sleep.

and even in his sleep he’s the prettiest thing you've seen.

even when he drools.

speaking of,

“what, do i have drool on my face or somethin’?” he murmurs and his morning voice makes your stomach do a little flutter akin to the way it always did when you first started dating.

your grin is an answer enough and he groans, turning over to look at his alarm clock and wipe his cheek in the process. “it's noon,” he groans again, sliding a hand down his face. “we missed breakfast, and we’re definitely late to activities.”

“it's not my fault you slept like a rock,” you hum as he pulls you back against his chest.

“well, it's your fault we were up all night,” he retorts playfully, poking you in the side and making you yelp. “b’sides, you could've woken me up, jerk.”

“aw, but you look so pretty when you're sleeping,” you tease once you recover, “and even better when you’re silent and not bothering met.”

“you love when i bother you,” he rolls his eyes and pulls you closer, nipping at your nose. ever the sassiest man you know.

you hum in faux consideration, as if debating  on his words, “i guess.”

“you know,” he corrects, brushing your hair back with gentle fingers. the same hands that had killed so many monsters, the same hands that nearly put misery out of her misery.

 the same hands that held you, comforted you, caressed you, gentled, and loved you. hands that would never lift to harm you.

you take that hand and kiss his knuckles, and he quite literally melts into your touch, with a soft sigh thst comes out almost as a hum.

he pulls his hand back, pulling you toward him in the process, and kisses your forehead, then your brow, then your nose and cheeks, until he's peppering feather-light kisses around your face.

“good morning, pretty.” he murmurs against the corner of your lips. no matter what, he never fails to give your a proper ‘good morning’ greeting (so what if it is half past noon?)

“good morning, percy,” you grin back, waiting for him to just kiss you.

and so he does.

and it's soft, with his hand sliding to rest at your nape in order to pull you close enough that he hums against your lips, and you reciprocate the sound.

your fingers card into his hair and he all but shudders against you, lips parting enough for you to brush your tongue against the seam.

his free hand moves to brush against your waist, fingers cool underneath your shirt. it starts creeping lower and before he makes you both even more late, you pull back.

he chases after your lips with the same pout that always tugs at his lips when you pull away too soon for his liking.

you push him back, fingers planted on his lips, with a grin. “brush your teeth first, sleepyhead. then we have to scour the kitchen for whatever is left from breakfast— if it hasn't already been sacrificed or given to the harpies.”

percy sighs before planting a kiss to your fingers and pulling back to slide out of the warmth of his bed, “aye, aye, captain.” he half heartedly saluted and stalks off to the bathroom, boxers low on his hips and back muscles and biceps flexing as he lifts his arm to rake his fingers through his hair.

you follow after him after stretching, after all after only a few sleepovers, you’d started leaving spare toiletries and clothes. since it's just percy (and occasionally tyson) in the cabin, you're always more than welcome to stay night. even chiron turns a blind eye (mr. d doesn't care enough to even notice.)

percy’s already got his toothbrush in his mouth when you walk in so he runs your toothbrush under the water and squeezes some toothpaste on before handing it to you.

you brush your teeth next to him, and it's quiet save face for the usual camp sounds— kids and counselors shouting, the sound of the tether ball, volleyball, newer campers screaming when they realize the climbing wall isnt just a climbing wall—

the usual.

percy finishes brushing first and washes his face, dragging the water into his hair and slicking it back a bit in the process.

again, his biceps flex as he does, and they're just so bite-able. if you didn't have a mouth-full of foamy toothpaste in your mouth, you would bite them. but you do so you don't.

instead you spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth then toothbrush before setting it in the same cup percy’s is sitting in. 

“so i brushed my teeth,” percy looks at you, and you're confused at first as to why he’s stating the obvious until he steps forward making you step back into the counter.

he swoops down and catches your lips in a kiss that toes the line between soft and demanding. his hand lifts to cup your jaw, tilting your head up toward his.

you think to pull away, remind him about breakfast.. but maybe being late isn't that bad. maybe you can be just a little more late.

and maybe — no, you definitely have perseus jackson completely wrapped around your finger and he's definitely proud of it.

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imposter syndrome 💔

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NAGI X READER WHEN HE CALLS THEM A PAIN AND THEY GET SAD SO HE COMFORT THEM -🌷 anon

waiting ; nagi seishiro ✩࿐

warnings: hurt/comfort (im so bad at writing hurt/comfort so pretend this is good), petnames, nagi being mean (at the beginning), communication issues :/, established relationship

notes: nagi is definitely the type to bottle in all of his frustration and then take it out on you unintentionally, but its ok i can change him.

wc: 1.9k

"sei, can we watch a movie together?" you sit on one end of the couch while nagi lays on his stomach next to you (feet by your thighs and head facing the opposite arm rest) taking up the rest of the couch. his nose is buried in his phone screen, explosions and other video game sounds blasting from the speaker.

"uhhm, 'kay. lemme finish this round." your boyfriend mumbles, not bothering to look over his shoulder at you.

you sigh, but decide to stay patient. "okay, baby." you fiddle with the tv remote as you wait. when a couple minutes pass you tilt your head to glimpse at nagi's face. "done yet, shiro?"

"no. wait."

you frown, "okay.. but you've been playing for an hour before i asked you to watch a movie and you said you'd finish this round fifteen minutes ago."

"oh, my bad. i accidentally started a new round. i have t'finish the round now, can't pause an online game. just gimme a few more minutes." he still barely acknowledges you, nothing more than a slight shrug of his shoulders.

when another ten minutes pass your patience starts to wear thin. "seishiro, do you want to watch a movie together or—"

"i said wait a few minutes. the round is still goin— ah, fuck! you made me die.." nagi clicks his tongue in annoyance. pushing up off his elbows to sit up and angrily tossing his phone on the carpet. "goddamn, y/n. you're such a pain sometimes."

you blink, an ache building deep in your chest. "what?" you swallow the lump in your throat away. "i asked you if you wanted to watch a movie. you said yes and told me to wait. i waited fifteen minutes and asked again. you told me to wait. i waited again. i stayed patient for thirty minutes. now you're calling me a pain? after barely even looking at me today? you haven't talked to me since you came home from practice three hours ago!" you scoff in spite of yourself, "..really, seishiro. if you wanted space, you could have told me."

you see the weight of nagi's words start to process in his eyes, "shit— i didn't mean that, y/n. wait—"

"i'm tired of waiting, nagi." with that you slide off the couch and walk into your shared bedroom, slamming the door shut before nagi can see tears of frustration threaten to spill over your eyes.

when the door shuts loudly nagi flinches but doesn't move from the couch. he sits there, swearing under his breath and running a hand down his face. "i'm such a fucking idiot.." he wishes he could kick himself for his stupid mouth. the image of your face completely falling into bitter sorrow when he called you a pain replays in his head. regret freezes his veins, and his own heart starts to ache each time your expression fills his brain.

he swears at himself again before jumping off the couch and rushing to your shared bedroom. he hesitates but manages to knock twice on the door.

"y/n, baby. i'm so sorry. please," he chews on his lip. please what? he doesn't even know what he's asking for. please open the door, please forgive me, or please talk to me? he doesn't know. he'll take any option at the moment.

he hears you shuffle to the door and sniff. are you crying? his heart breaks a little bit more at the thought of you hurt because of his idiocy.

"nagi, i meant what i said." you still haven't opened the door. but talking through the wood is better than nothing. "i'm tired of this. it's not the first time this has happened. you've ignored me a lot before. i understand if you want time for yourself, i do too sometimes. but don't tell me you're going to do something with me and not mean it."

"i know, y/n. i'm sorry, i just.." nagi isn't known for his way with words. he's not used to voicing his every thought. but he's willing to make the effort to fix his mistake and make it up to you. "practice sucked today. i was in a shitty mood after and i took it out on you when i shouldn't have."

he hears you sigh. the lock on the door clicks and you pull the door open. nagi searches your face for any indication of your reaction. his heart drops at the sight of your red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

he wants to pull you tight against himself— kiss the hurt away— but he holds himself in place. he doesn't want to push his limits until you completely forgive him.

"why didn't you just tell me? we've been dating for so long now, do you still not feel comfortable enough to tell me things?"

"no! i do. i just— today was so stressful, i just wanted to lock myself up in the house and play games to get my mind off of it. i didn't realize i'd been ignoring you all day, i'm sorry."

you let out a laugh that doesn't quite reach your eyes, "see? nagi, you could have told me all of this hours ago. none of this would have happened." you have a bitter look in your eyes that tells nagi you're still upset. "it would've been that easy. just a simple 'hey, y/n i had a rough day today, and i'm not really in the mood to do anything today.' and i would have respected that and moved on."

he steps forward and takes your hands in his, "angel, i'm sorry. really sorry for calling you a pain. i swear i didn't mean it. it was— i was projecting my frustration onto you when i should have just communicated it and found an output a different way. you're the farthest thing from a pain. you're— you're honestly the reason why i'm living my life," nagi breathes out a laugh. "if it weren't for you my routine would just be wake up, football, games, eat, sleep, repeat. and not only that, you're beautiful, inside and out. and you make me laugh, and you make really good food for me, and you help me take care of choki. actually, not only that— you help me take care of myself too. honestly, i don't know if i could survive without you, y/n. so please, please forgive me, angel."

you chew on your bottom lip, "nagi—"

nagi winces, "and please stop calling me that."

this pulls a ghost of a smile onto your lips which sends a flutter through nagi's heart. you think to yourself for a moment and the smile fades slightly. "seishiro, a relationship works two ways. you know that. for it to work you have to talk to me. tell me everything— if practice went well, tell me. if it was absolute shit, still tell me. if you feel like doing something, tell me. if you don't, tell me again. i didn't start dating you just for the title, sei. i want to be with you. i want to know what makes you happy, what stresses you out— i want to know everything you'll allow me to. in exchange, i'll trust you with my heart too."

nagi presses his lips together in a tight line, "i trust you with everything. you know i do. fuck, i trust you with some things more than i trust myself." nagi sighs through his nose, his eyes a window of rare vulnerability. a window that opened only for you. "i can tell you anything, y/n, i know i can. i just don't know how. it's not something i do. i mean before you moved in with me, i lived alone during high school-- until blue lock-- and i didn't talk to anyone except reo in school. i'm not used to talking about myself and what's on my mind. the only thing i ever spilled my thoughts to was choki— my cactus for fucks sake," nagi laughs dryly. he felt pathetic telling you something so stupid. it reminded him why he kept his heavier thoughts to himself. but...

"well, you have me now. ah, and choki too if it helps," is that a smile? you're smiling— only slightly, but a smile nonetheless.

does that mean you've forgiven him? no... even if you do forgive him, he still owes you a proper apology. he wont let you walk away without it.

"i think you're a better listener than choki," nagi admits. when he expected you to scoff in his face and turn away, you stayed and continued talking with him. "i just took to long to understand that. and i promise to work on it. i'm sorry, angel. i never want to hurt you, i only want to see you happy."

"thank you, 'shiro." you murmur, finally looking up at him. nagi searches your expression for any remnants of pain and he sees none, as soon as he sees the soft look in your eyes he exhales, all of his worry leaving his chest. you smile slightly, squeezing his hand a bit. "i accept your apology. and ill try to be patient too, i understand it takes time to completely share all of your thoughts and feelings, so i won't push if you don't want to tell me anything, but at least tell me that much if you don't feel like talking."

nagi nods, "i will. i promise, i swear i'll work on it. thank you, yn. thank you for forgiving me." he can't help himself anymore, and pulls you snug to his chest, his arms right around your waist as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. "i love tou so much.. i would beat myself up if i lost you because i'm a moron."

you giggle a bit, your hand coming up to card through his hair. "mhm, you are kind of a moron."

"yeah?" nagi chuckles back, sighing softy. you feel his breath fan against your neck and pull him from the crook of your neck to look at him.

"yeah, you are. but as long as we both work on communicating, we'll be okay." a grin tugs at your lips as you look at your boyfriend.

nagi nods, his soft white hair swishing a bit as he does. "i promise t'communicate better, angel. or at least i'll try my best for you."

"and that's all i'm asking for," you murmur, the grin still on your face as you lean towards nagi to plant a kiss on his lips.

nagi returns your kiss before pulling away to look at you, "you wanted t'watch a movie together earlier.. right?"

"are you sure?" you chew on your lip, looking at him with a furrow between your brows that he wants to kiss away. "if you're still not feeling up to it, it's oka-"

"i want to," nagi interrupts, pulling you in by your waist to kiss between your brows. "so let's go cuddle and watch something."

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sitting here in a bra and shorts (it's hot in my room atm) writing a goodreads review on the book i just finished because it made me angry enough to actually pick up my laptop and type out a review