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wishfulsketching · 1 year
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A kofi support sketches! This got a bit out of hand, had too much fun doodling Binghe hmm enjoying some modern foods and beverages. Should he try everything he sees tho, well....
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mblue-art · 1 month
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once again i was fueled with coffee (did not sleep the whole night) but this time i doodled college au to cope bc ofc i did (also did not feel like sleeping wooo)
#self insert#cross!sans#epic!sans#mblue art#cm#m rambles#(that tag is needed bc hoo boy u can tell i did not get sleep and is fueled by caffeine)#(do not be like me!!!!!!!!! do not deprive urself of sleep 💀💀💀)#(get a good 6-7hrs a day if u can. if 4-5hr works better for u then im not forcing u to sleep more 😤😤😤 as long as u rest well 😁👍)#(AND HYDRATE... if ur reading this try to take a sip rn 🥤)#campus au#(college au scenarios will be tagged that heehoo)#not colored just lines bby 😎😎😎#idiots to lovers type shit where they both confide in epic n he's just chillin#waiting for the time when these dummies will finally confess to eachother themselves#(look i think it's rlly funny seeing cross be all cool calm collected in public but when he talks to epic abt his crush)#(he goes insane with a million different flustered/blushing emojis)#( 'they told me good luck on my test and gave me the nicest smile ever how was i gonna live after that' goofy ass. idiot /aff)#( 'DUDE THEY GAVE ME A MOTIVATIONAL NOTE. IN /PINK/ PAPER. ON CHOCOLATE. DOES THIS...... 😳' guys i love silly dorky cross to bits so much)#(man fucking explodes w his simping n epic just goes LMAO but he's v supportive for his bruh 💪😤)#(on the other hand my sona thinks he's sooo cool and awesome and smart and honestly fucking charming HHELLO THE TIMES WHEN HE LAUGHS AND)#(AND SMILES HELLOOO MR HANDSOME I MEAN WHATT)#( 'stars if he likes me back i wouldn't know what to do with myself. fucking EXPLODE? YIPPEE CONFETTI??' lots of flushge )#(going ueueue at big bro epic bc they got a super massive crush on his bestie but)#(but the head is entertaining 'what-if's BUT i think kuya epic knows how to steer the thoughts away from those and smack em w teasing 😎✨)#(ultimately distracting and successfully reassuring them 😎😎😎)#(tsundere mblue no way not in here im down bad astronomically full on simping my guys)#(he might be a dumbass sometimes but he's my dumbass) (ok i'll shut up now fr)#anywayz campus au is the my highschool au but we're all adults and more tired yippeee
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asummersday · 6 months
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My favorite thing ever is writing a character drinking coffee to stay awake when coffee has exactly zero (0) effect on me whatsoever so I cant even confirm if that method works
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lusalemaart · 8 months
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And now I'm stuck in baby prison.
#i know i cant be free. i hang my head and. pee.#oh my god(ot) he is my. he is. he is my. hes my. my#COUGH kin COUGH#kin list lookin grimmer by the minute. lookin not only embarrassing. but also demanding of a psychiatric evaluation. love that for me.#i love caw feh i love cawfeh so MUCH i cant accomplish anything without first havin' a cup. and then. once ive had 1 cup.#i need to have a NOTHER cup. of. caw feh. i have about eleven cups a day. hey hey. hey hey hey hey HEY. i cant do anything without cawfeh#i'm. addicted to caffEINE.#inside you there are two wolves. they are both painfully bisexual as all hell.#ace attorney#godot ace attorney#godot#omg my hand fucking hurts i cant feel my fingers.#so does my eye. my horners syndrome been flaring up like mad bc i have no more refills on my meds and im dying#like. i have some sort of stressful condition on my eyes. omg u too godot!? omg.... thas so cool...#diego armando#Kaminogi Souryu#do i need to tag spoilers its 2023. i mean. i only played the third game this past year myself but. still.#souryo kaminogi#i feel like i had one more thing to say but i fg wtf it was.#i was JUST a baby boy... always be a baby dont ever be a gun. a.lways drinking. codfee. jsut a babye drinkgin. coffe#SORRY my illegible handwriting is SHIT! So are my hands. And so is my writing. OMG it all makes so much sense now🤯#WOAH🤯🤯🤯🤯just had a GIGA revelation!! It all adds up!!🤯🤯🤯#Its voice is similar to a human's but it is impossible to understand.
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softquietsteadylove · 10 months
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For the Thenamesh Proposal AU
Both of them have to sleep in the same bed to keep up their fake engagement.👀
Of course there was only one bed.
His mom thought they were together, after all, why would she give them a room with separate beds? Gil had offered to let Thena have the bed and he would sleep on the floor (or something). She had told him that was stupid and that they could share a bed without being weird about it.
But he did feel weird about it.
Maybe weird wasn't the right word. But he felt a little nervous. They were friends, of course, that wasn't the issue. He told Thena he hadn't slept with many women and then turned bright red from the slip-up. She had laughed more heartily than he had ever seen in their years of working together.
She said it wasn't a big deal. It was a queen sized bed and they could put a few of the extra, decorative pillows in between them just for safety's sake. It would be just fine.
Gil woke up with Thena curled right up against him. He stared up at the ceiling, hoping he was wrong about it, but Thena was tucked right into him, face on his chest, arms folded in against his ribs like a bird's wings.
He got the impression that Thena wasn't that sound a sleeper, but she was practically drooling right now. He moved as slightly as he could to look at her, but the angle just wasn't conducive for it. He tried to nudge her gently; he didn't think she would take too kindly to discovering herself in such a position.
She groaned at him, only moving closer. He never knew she had trouble getting up in the morning (that was kind of cute).
"Thena," he whispered, trying to reach for his phone on the nightstand.
"Hm," she groused again, pressing her face into his t-shirt and inhaling.
Usually, he slept shirtless, but it hadn't felt right with Thena right next to him.
He chuckled at the behaviour very unlike the Goddess of War. He shimmied in the bed so he could at least look at her. "Wakey-wakey."
She growled at him this time, but he took that as a sign that she was awake.
"Rise and Shine," he prompted again, now just enjoying annoying her.
"No," she grumbled, not at all freaked out by their proximity. If anything, she didn't even move away from him at all. She moved her head just enough to blink her bleary eyes at him.
"Hey," he smiled. It was possible she looked even more beautiful than normal when she had just woken up.
"Hey," she replied just as softly, even in her current mood. She blinked, "what time is it?"
"Sun's up, which means my whole family's probably already on a run or something."
"Family of maniacs," Thena bemoaned, trying to turn her eyes away from the sun again. "It's far too early for you to be waking me up like this."
"Well, I'm sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep," he snorted, to which she slapped his arm. "But I have things to do for my mother, since this family reunion that's happening is now also our wedding?"
"Right, yes, the big day," Thena mumbled, obviously not listening to him.
"Okay, okay," he sighed. It was easy to give in when she looked all soft and cozy and kittenish. "I'll tell them you're sleeping in."
"Tell them anything you want," she yawned and burrowed right into his spot as he started shimmying out of the bed. "And that I will see them later."
"Got it." Gil stood and stretched, ruffled his hair and tugged at his shirt. He had to get a start on breakfast even before he started prepping the many, many items he would cook for their 'wedding day'. He looked back.
Thena really did look like an angel. He knew she was pretty - it was pretty impossible not to - but that was far from his favourite thing about her. But at times like this, it was really hard to ignore (let alone resist).
"Hm?" she opened her eyes, having felt him staring at her.
He knelt down with a smile, leaning on the edge of the bed, "nothing. Just...admiring my fiance."
Thena rolled over, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.
He laughed, though; that was just like her. He stood again, brushing his hand over her hair as he left to get dressed in the attached bathroom they would be sharing as well. "You go back to sleep. I'll call you when I'm done breakfast."
"My phone is on silent."
"Then I'll come up here and hand deliver it myself!"
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nalver · 9 months
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need someone to explain to me why theyre addicted to caffeine i just cant imagine it
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sleepyandconfused · 1 year
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dead @ pedro saying he can't get a good night's sleep in his hot ones interview, then seeing that man's coffee order? sir, I think there maybe a correlation there 😂😂😂😂
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achroanimus · 11 months
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I've been trying to cut back on sugar and caffeine lately by drinking less coffee, tea, etc. & while this has been helping my sleep schedule bc I knock out sooner than usual after the day's done, I also get to feel brainfog all the time @v@
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voidandradiance · 2 years
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i think cjordan has very particular opinions on warm caffeinated beverages, and i also think andor would drink actual mud if it had enough caffeine in it. they make fun of each other for this to no end.
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inmirova · 6 months
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cannot wait to show up to work tomorrow and like lose my mind if anyone asks me how my two days off were. fuck all the other reasons, I should be able to get my mood stabilizers represcribed without finding a new psychiatrist for the sake of literally every single person I'm going to encounter tomorrow
#me on two days no sleep and corticosteroids and in massive debt: if anyone says a drink i made is wrong ill kill them dead#not if i genuinely made a mistake but like not for nothing i very rarely do that people just dont know what theyre ordering#so i will be biting heads off.#like idec if youre like oh this doesnt taste right but youre nice about it but they almost never are and i wont be nice back#theyre like I WANT THIS MADE RIGHT THIS DRINK I ORDERED WITH NO ICE EXTRA MILK IS MILKYYYYYYYY#like oh my god fine ill remake it (now entirely decaf) with an extra shot since you refuse to pay for more at the register#and tbh if you were just like 'hey so sorry to bother you but this doesnt taste as strong as usual'#id probably pull an extra (actually caffeinated if you ordered it that way) shot for you and put it in your drink for free#and just be like 'just so you know x shots is standard but w the extra milk you might want to order 1-3 extra in it to compensate next time'#because fuck if ill suffer a repeat offender we have one dude who orders his drink wrong every day & hes so nice but i refuse to make it#i see his sticker and im like hey can someone come help and make this#bc he'll pull you off your bar for like 5-10 minutes minimum. we have a lady who does that too but she doesnt come in as often#her record is 45 minutes before i had to intervene and pull the barista out of there and be like 'sorry i need them to do their training!'#i wouldve stopped that convo earlier but i was doing stuff in the back of house and didnt know
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godzexperiment · 9 months
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nix's weird sense of time affecting him having an really weird routine/schedule? like he would be so unbothered by an week long coma; just wake up and be ready to go through the motions+wanting caffeine of some form (far more bothered if there isnt any/he cant go through his usual wake up measures than about anything else)
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verysium · 4 months
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attractive things bllk characters (unintentionally) do?👀
i received this ask and decided to write this entire thing through a caffeine-powered fever dream. may have gone a little overboard. please pray for both your sanity and mine. thank you anon for your strong sense of imagination (or delusion, whichever you prefer.)
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nagi lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, and you accidentally (or not so accidentally) get a good look at the droplets running down his abs and v-line. he also does the doorway lean while waiting for you to get ready. since he's so tall, he puts his one arm up on the top of the door frame while scrolling through his phone. when he feels drained of energy, he clings to you like a koala, face buried into the crook of your neck.
rin pushes his hair back when his bangs get in the way, and it shows off his ridiculously sharp side profile. sometimes you have to pause mid-conversation because the direct eye contact gets too intense. he has the brightest turquoise eyes in existence, and they stare right into your soul. pair that with the height difference and him towering over you. hang onto your ovaries because this man is about to snatch them. if isagi or sae are anywhere remotely close within your vicinity, he will personally drag your chair closer over to him. you know, the whole nick jonas chair pull thing? he also unintentionally clenches his jaw when pissed, the vein popping out and everything.
barou is polite to his elders. he holds the door open for others. he tips extra at restaurants. he is kind to service workers. he's just a gentleman overall even though he likes to act tough. he rolls up his sleeves while cleaning or cutting up vegetables, and you can see the veins bulging in his forearms. wears those form-fitting aprons where you can see the outline of his waist and the muscles in his back. he is not immune to raging pit bull moments, but he will calm down immediately when you ask him to.
kaiser requires physical touch to function. all concept of personal boundaries goes poof in his little ego-driven brain. he holds your chin so you look up at him while he's talking. also has that husky growl when he wakes up in the morning. he speaks german. what else is more attractive than that? if you stroke his ego, he will puff his chest out like an emperor penguin and flash that movie star smile. does not slow down his pace for you, and will laugh at your expense when you trip in heels and fall. but then he feels guilty about it and begrudgingly picks you up and carries you home. however, before that he will make you swear on everything holy to never tell isagi about his moment of weakness. (tbh kaiser is a menace and has some serious self-esteem issues. pls avoid dating a man like him in real life until he is fully mature. i still love him tho.)
reo mansplains but not in the condescending way. he does so in the "omg i'm so excited to finally get to share something with you and you're never going to believe it" sort of way. rambles on and on about his interests and gets that little glint in his eye when he's passionate about something. also not sure if this counts but he gets extremely depressed when you don't message him back within five minutes. what do you mean you were busy? he was out here dying from a literal famine. he needs your affection to survive. last but not least, he is good at styling. he knows what colors work best for you, and he will put together three new looks for you in record time.
hiori dreams that you left him for good and wakes up crying with his arms around you. will refuse to let you leave the bed even if it is just to get a glass of water. his rare moments of emotional vulnerability are what gets to you.
shidou does not condone any of your bad decisions. you want to get shit-faced and party until early morning? no complaints from him. you want to wear sexy outfits to the club? say less because he's about to enjoy the view and knock out the front teeth of every guy who dares to ogle you. i don't know if this qualifies as being attractive, but he would never be the controlling type. you can dress and act however you want. unfortunately for you though, this is also a textbook case of the blind leading the blind. if you get horrendously hungover, so does he. if you get pulled over, he's going to be too blackout drunk to even comprehend the officer's words. you can count on him for a good time, but not anything else. do not take any of his advice at face value.
oliver likes to show you off even if he doesn't notice it himself. any talk with his team, and he will find a way to make the entire conversation about you. at this point, the entire u-20 team is done with him. they placed bets that you two wouldn't last more than a month due to his philandering reputation, but the universe seems to think otherwise because you and oliver hit the six-month mark and are still going strong.
ness guards your drink with an unnecessary amount of protection. while you left to go use the restroom, he was looking left and right, and the hairs on the back of his neck were prickling every time someone even came close to your cup. he also shoos away any person who opens their mouth while standing next to your drink because apparently the condensation from their breath could be dangerous. definitely covers your cup with both hands even if it has a lid. no suspicious shit is happening on his watch.
yukimiya is well-read, and he wears glasses. he has a copy of every single classic out there in existence and will fangirl along with you over your virginia woolf collection. he was written by a woman with two cats and a wine glass. not much else to say.
loki absolutely clears the entire carnival/arcade game. you want that giant teddy bear that costs over three hundred ticket points? say less because he's about to win the whole damn pot. of all characters, i would say he's one of the only green flags. like celery green.
isagi always looks for you when he enters the room. intentionally or not, he always seeks your presence. if someone says a funny joke, he turns to you to see if you're laughing or not. also does that somewhat creepy stare thing where he just looks at you quietly while you do mundane tasks. internally he is screaming cus what do you mean you actually like him?
chigiri gives you that thankful little smile whenever you stand up for him. i feel like people don't understand how goofy he can get as he's canonically good at doing impressions/impersonations. also has the prettiest laugh. if he ever cuts his hair, i think i'm going to get a nosebleed.
noa unconsciously says yes to every question you ask of him. he'd be giving bastard münchen a hard time (and denying isagi's requests) but then immediately once you come over, he's automatically acquiescing to everything you say. the rest of the team is low-key shocked you can win him over so easily. when they confront him about it, he just shrugs and goes "y/n is always right."
kurona's entire existence is attractive. he's just perfect. nothing is ever wrong with him. will let you check out his shark teeth and lightly pokes your finger to leave an imprint. hopefully you'll always remember him that way. he's also quiet so he will listen to everything you say and give ample weight to your words.
sae is my baby girl so he gets a whole section dedicated to himself:
absentmindedly plays with your hair. when you're sleeping in his lap, he'll gently run his fingers along your scalp. sometimes in the morning when you're sitting up on the edge of your bed to do your makeup, he'll come up from behind you and brush back your hair. might also press a kiss to the back of your neck.
helps you put on your face mask. when he's shopping, he will buy you lotion along with his own skincare products. says that it was just a convenient store run but you know he personally made sure to get you the best quality ones.
this is canon because i said so: when he gets out of the shower, he slings the towel over his neck or his shoulder. he also involuntarily flexes his biceps when he bends down to grab something. has the world's most defined deltoids.
when you're stuck in large crowds at the airport, he puts his hand in your back pocket to keep you two from getting separated. if the TSA pat-down is anywhere too personal for his liking, he will openly glare at the officer once you've passed the security checkpoint.
bonus point: when you two brush your teeth early in the morning, he has that little bed head where his shorn-off bangs stick up in cute little tufts here and there. will have a dead look on his face, but his eyes soften when he catches your gaze through the mirror.
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deadsetobsessions · 3 months
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Danny no longer has a haunt. So… he decides to find another one. And while he technically has a whole world (other dimensions aren’t an option because he’s going to stay near where Jazz’s grave is, damn it) there’s only a couple of other places with enough ambient ectoplasm to sustain him. Nanda Parbat, Tokyo, and Gotham.
Nanda Parbat had a weird old musty immortal that kept trying to summon him and exchange power for the ability to “take a worthy body and rain as much destruction” as he’d like. As if Danny would need a body to bring the world to its knees.
Tokyo… it’s too far from Jazz’s grave. He could ask Wulf or even open his own portal but when Danny tried it out, Tokyo was too peaceful. Obviously there’s crime, but nothing… nothing big like Danny’s used to.
Danny ends up picking Gotham, even if the sewer zombies and the weird group of rich fruit loops with an adoption problem creeps him out. So, he destroys the portal, packs up his parents’ house and sells it, and hauls ass to the cesspool calling his name. His family’s stuff is stored respectfully in a vault located on the deepest parts of his personal haunt in the Infinite Realms.
And honestly, he’s doing better. Sure, he’s got a shitty apartment near another revenant’s almost-haunt and he feels like he’s drowning all of the time, but Danny isn’t in danger of turning into Dan, he’s catching up on royal paperwork, and he’s got like a job as a barista. In his own coffee shop that paid for using his parent’s money (who, despite their hazardous everything, made a crap ton of money off of their more normal inventions).
Gotham’s got some pretty interesting local gangs, most of which respected the sanctity of Danny’s cafe. Sure, they tried blowing it up and tried extorting money from him in the form of “protection costs” but after three months of failure, they gave up.
(Really, the local gangs gave up when they saw him take three shotgun shells to the chest and continued to work.) (They didn’t know it never hit him. Intangibility is extremely useful.)
The Rogues, on the other hand, just gave Danny flashbacks. Their gimmicks are different, sure, but after years of Box Ghost, Skuller, Lunch Lady, etc., Danny’s more than done with costumed villains. They don’t bother him either. Some of the reason is probably due to Harley and Ivy, who had walked into the cafe and (because they were bruised and scratched up from a fight) triggered Danny’s mother hen tendencies. They were promptly fed and watered and caffeinated and their hyenas were also similarly taken care of. They declared the cafe under their protection and that was that.
Red Hood stops by, and begins to interrogate him. But when Danny met his… helmet eyes? The crime lord paused, paid for his coffee, and sat in a corner table of the cafe for the rest of the day.
And he kept coming back?
But Danny figures it’s because Hood was a revenant and people who had come close to death tends to feel more comfortable around him.
(Considering this is Gotham where people almost die every other day? Yeah, he’s pretty much friends with everyone. Or at least, less likely to get shot.)
(Hood does stay because of the King’s presence and the Pit calming itself, but also Danny’s hot and he’s got a sleeper build and Hood definitely did not imagine himself in the place of the heavy box he saw Danny lift effortlessly onto a table. No.)
But of course, the peace couldn’t last forever. But by then, Danny was so antsy, he welcomed the trouble with open arms.
It starts with a clown. Danny knows who he is. He knows who Danny is.
So, Danny has no idea why the clown thought it would be a good idea to aggravate the owner of Gotham’s official neutral grounds. See, Clovkwork? Danny’s learned how to gauge his own political importance!
“HAHAHAHAHA! COME OUT, DANNY-BOY! LET ME TELL YOU A JOKE!”
Danny comes out and grabs a chair, and with a flat expression, says, “you’re not funny and I hate clowns.”
And then he swings and slams the chair into the Joker’s face. Over and over again until Danny’s sure the clown won’t get back up. The thing about Gotham’s outdoor chairs is that they’re mad out of steel and are bolted down to the ground to prevent undedicated thieves (dedicated thieves can and will steal the bolted down steel chairs). The Joker’s hired muscle just watched this scrawny twenty-something year old yank the steel chair and take some of the fucking ground and the bolts with it and beat the fuck out of their boss who is the literal Joker.
They surrender on the spot and is taken to jail. Danny just smiles at the officers who come by and since he’s got pretty privilege and they don’t want to mess with the guy who, again, owns one of Gotham’s official neutral ground and also beat up Joker without breaking a sweat, the officers just lets him go with a warning.
And then the bats comes, and wow, Danny’s playing mentor to a formally dead person again!
But before that, the Red Hood asks for an autograph on the Gotham Gazette article with a picture of a tired Danny standing over Joker’s prone body. Then Hood stammers through asking Danny out (which Danny said yes to because he’s tired, not blind, and Hood is built like a brick house and HOT).
Batman interrogates him. Danny, who can tell that this man needs therapy and is Sad TM, tells Bats that Danny’s died before and that’s why he’s like this. He also calls Batman a furry, but like in a nice way. And then he kicks Batman out with a coffee and a file on Nanda Parbat.
Now, Danny’s got a date to prepare for and he realizes that maybe this is what Jazz wanted for him- to be happy and mostly safe and happy. (Or, happier, he thinks. It’s been a long time since he’s been truly happy, but this might be a good start)
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saetoru · 9 months
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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。MEET UGLY — GOJO SATORU. (rich boy! au)
contents. college au!, rich boy! gojo, first meets, slight meet ugly but mainly he’s just annoying, established relationship in second scene, banter + fluff, kissies for da princess boy <3
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dating gojo has always been, and will always be, the biggest unforeseen plot twist of your life.
the first time you encounter gojo satoru, it’s in literature class. he laughs with that dark haired friend of his a bit too loudly in the back while you try to share your thoughts on the reading from last night—it’s not that you particularly care for the class, but you’re trying to get the participation points, and you don’t want some slacking jackass to ruin that for you.
you throw him a glare over your shoulder, making him pause and blink before he shoots you a cheshire grin. you swear you hear a chuckle from the distance as you turn and continue speaking.
the second time you stumble across him is in line at the campus coffee shop. it’s the first day of the semester, and you have class in fifteen minutes across campus, but you’re tired. incredibly so—working shifts back to back late into the night is not doing you any favors, but you have to afford gas money and textbooks somehow.
you need caffeine, and you need it quick so you can make it to class on time.
except the tall, snow-haired stranger in front of you is making that very difficult as he takes forever and lists his wildly long list of syrups and add ons for his drink—seriously, who can even stomach a drink like that? you crinkle your nose as you imagine how sweet it must be. what irritates you more is that he pays for his ridiculously expensive drink that’s far too sweet for eight am with a black card. you glare daggers into the back of his head, wishing you could crack his skull in two with your stare alone.
and then he turns, raises a brow as he stares at you calculatingly—and then his lips turn into a grin as he seems to recognize you. great, you think.
“hey, weren’t you in lit class with me last semester?” he asks, making you sigh as you purse your lips.
“yes. now please move, i need to order and get to class.”
“she curved that final exam pretty generously, i thought i was going to fail—”
“i’ll take a large double shot,” you mumble, ignoring him as you place your order. you can feel his stare from the side as you pay.
“that’s pretty strong, don’t you think?” he asks, making you throw a glare at him from over your shoulder, eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.
it only seems to amuse him more, making you grit your teeth—how irritating could someone even manage to be? there’s got to be some sort of record he’s holding for most nerves he’s ticked off within the span of two meets.
“well, assuming from the fact that you’re a college student with a black credit card,” you huff, “you probably haven’t had to work a single night shift in your life.”
you put away your own card as you speak—one that’s not black, and one that’s going to have a very high bill due soon from the textbooks you’ll have to purchase.
“i like you,” he grins, “you’re funny. how about i—”
you cut him off again, done interacting for the morning. “have a nice day,” you say curtly, walking over to the wait area for your drink.
he seems entirely amused by your attitude—which only pisses you off more. does everything seem to make his lips quirk into that annoying smirk of his? and why is it so handsome? what a waste of such a gorgeous face to be paired with such an insufferable personality. and, because the universe hates you, he waits around for you even after he gets his drink, following you out the door when you grab yours and leave.
“how about i take you out for coffee tomorrow?” he grins, “i’ll pay with that black card you like so much.”
what an asshole—you hope he gets hit by a car and loses a few teeth.
“no.”
“c’mon, it’ll be fun—”
“no.”
“okay,” he chuckles, “feisty. i like it.”
and then, as you turn the corner, he turns with you, walking leisurely behind you as he sips that disgustingly sugary drink of his.
“what the fuck,” you hiss, “why are you following me?”
“i’m not,” he says innocently, “why are you following me?”
where are all the cars in the streets when you need them? and why haven’t they hit him yet?
“i’m walking ahead of you jackass,” you huff, “how can i be following you?”
“oh yeah?” he takes a few strides with those abnormally long legs of his, walking ahead of you as he shoots you an amused grin over his shoulder. “now you’re following me. does that mean you changed your mind about that date?”
“you wish,” you seethe.
a few more steps, and he walks into the same building as you. great—you’ll likely be running into him every morning then. a few more steps and he’s turning the hall to the same hall as you. wonderful—you’ll probably have to deal with him to the walk to class too. a few more steps, and then you realize he’s entering the same class that you’re entering.
fucking fantastic. just what you needed. absolutely divine luck—the universe has really handed you the largest pair of clown shoes it could find.
of course he of all people would be in class with you for another semester—and he seems to brighten considerably when he realizes he’s in your class too, because his grin widens even more.
“well, look at that,” he says brightly, “you followed me all the way to class. we might as well be seatmates.”
“don’t even think about sitting near me,” you warn, “i’m going to go that way. you go that way.”
he does not go the way you point—instead, he chuckles and plops down right beside you. how on earth could someone be so easy to despise? of all the empty seats in the entirety of the lecture hall, he just has to choose the seat right next to you.
for a moment, you contemplate skipping this class entirely and trying to teach yourself everything before the tests just so you don’t have to see him—you’ve done that enough times, it shouldn’t be too hard. but then you remember that this course is notorious for having a semester long paired project that weighs for a hefty amount of your final grade—skipping is not an option.
so, with veins ready to pop any second, and an oncoming migraine, you sit through all of lecture trying to ignore the absolute worst guy you’ve ever met. not only is he rude and obnoxious and overly confident to a fault—but he’s also rich and spoiled and privileged to live in a realm entirely separate from your reality.
you think you might just hate him.
you’re broken from your thoughts when you hear your name as the professor lists the pairs she’s already made from the roster for the semester’s project. this is great, you think, she’ll call someone’s name, and you’ll have that as an excuse to sit with them and avoid the nuisance sat beside you.
everything is fine. you’ll be free in just a few moments. it’ll all be over soon.
“gojo satoru,” she calls, “if you could raise your hand so your partner knows who to find after class.”
then, as if in slow motion, the very same guy who ruined your morning raises his hand, looking over at you absolutely enthused as his eyes sparkle through the top of his sunglasses—which, only an asshole would wear sunglasses indoors.
“hey partner,” he chuckles, “how about coffee tomorrow to discuss our project?”
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satoru likes to think that even with his unfortunate start with you on the wrong foot, he’s managed a steady relationship with you.
you don’t tell him to get hit by a car anymore—instead, now you kiss his forehead before bed every night, hold his hand and swing his arm with yours when you’re out, cuddle him after long days and talk about life, and sometimes—when he’s been extra good, you might even do other activities with him that include a whole lot of intimacy and exclude a whole lot of clothing.
he likes to think you’re pretty in love with him—and he’s proud to claim himself as your adorable, sweet, very handsome and extremely funny boyfriend. although, you don’t really ever call him all that, but he’s fairly confident you think it, and that’s close enough.
“baby,” gojo pokes your arm from his spot on your lap, “on a scale of one to ten, how cute would you say i am?”
“an eleven when you shut up and let me work,” you mumble, stroking his hair with one hand and doing calculus problems with the other.
he pouts, huffing in disbelief.
“you know, if you keep taking me for granted, you might lose me,” he says petulantly.
it earns a snort from you as you give him an amused look.
“toru, i think your mom would pay me to get back together with you if we ever broke up.”
“she would not,” he gasps, watching as you bite your lip to keep from laughing.
“remember our first fight? you practically starved yourself in your room,” you giggle, “she had to beg me to come talk to you so you’d eat.”
“that’s not true! i had kitkats and coke zero in my room,” he defends himself, crossing his arms as he sits up. “i was fine.”
“you definitely cried yourself to sleep,” you snicker, “you’re hopeless without me.”
“i am just fine without you,” he lies through his teeth, turning away from you as he tilts his head up indignantly.
“remember when you couldn’t even last a week without me while i was studying for finals? and then your mom had to call and beg me again to spend time with you?”
“that’s not—”
“admit it, toru,” you grin cheekily, pinching his nose as you chuckle, “you’d probably die if we ever broke up.”
“and you’d be fine?” he asks incredulously—he’s almost distressed at the idea, staring at you in slight hurt that makes you laugh before setting your calculus homework aside.
you grab his arm and pull him into your side, kissing his head as he slumps onto your chest.
“i don’t know, i don’t think i’d mind watching a mopey satoru beg me to take him back.”
“you don’t deserve me,” he grumbles, “i deserve to be loved and cherished. i’m a catch.”
“i bet you’d make that ugly face of yours when you cry,” you tease, making him look up at you with an offended gasp.
“i’ll have you know i’m exceptionally pretty when i cry. the waterworks have gotten me loads of things from my mom—i’m irresistible.”
“you’d probably be on your knees in seconds,” you continue to poke fun at him, “please take me back. i’m nothing without you, baby,” you mock his voice, giggling as he glares at you unimpressed.
“now you’re just being a bully. do you even love me?”
“i do,” you grin softly, pecking his cheek, “i love you a ton. you know that.”
“you don’t act like it,” he grumbles.
you laugh, hugging him tighter as your fingers slip into his hair again. sometimes, you think you should be shocked you’re here—laying in bed with gojo satoru and kissing his cheeks as he pouts. you of the past might just kill you of the present if you saw yourself now….but something about gojo is charming enough that you can overlook the very annoying first impression you had.
enough that maybe….well, maybe you might also be a bit hopeless without him—but you’ll never tell him that.
something tells you he knows, though, when he wraps a strong arm around you and pulls you impossibly closer, kissing the corner of your lips as he grins.
“what about that time you got soooo jealous?” he grins, “we weren’t even together yet. and remember that time you begged my mom to take home baby pictures of me? you’re obsessed,” he says proudly, “i would be too. i’m adorable.”
“you’re a pain is what you are,” you mutter.
“i love you too,” he chuckles, burying his head into your shoulder.
you grin, the curves of your lips painted with love as they find his forehead, pressing delicate kisses to the skin. maybe being paired for a semester long project with the annoying rich boy in your class wasn’t so bad—maybe you owe finding the softest love you’ve ever had to the strict and unpleasant professor who gave you an A- when you definitely deserved an A.
“and how are you so sure i love you?” you ask playfully. he rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers with his.
“because you haven’t hit me with your car yet,” he bites back, making you laugh brightly.
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plssss i want him so bad i cannot take it anymore every day without him feels like pins and needles in my skin it’s utter agony i feel like my life’s meaning has been stripped from me i feel like my lungs and heart both burn from the lack of oxygen i feel like i am but an empty shell with no soul lost and wandering the planet searching for a reason to go on
ps. if you have been reading along w rb! gojo i hope you caught some of the references to old drabbles ;)
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For whatever reason, Tim hires Danny as a bodyguard/assistant (unaware of the ghost powers until later). Tim only did it for appearances but hey, Danny is actually really good at his job and understands completely that sometimes, Tim just needs to disappear for a bit and that it just happens to coincide with there being a problem in Gotham. Danny even lets Tim drink all the heavily caffeinated coffee he wants and doesn’t try to limit it like Tam tries to do (considering Danny drinks just about the same amount… (Tam tried to have an intervention, it did not work)). It’s going great…
… then Tim realizes that Danny has been bodyguarding him and secretly assisting him while Tim is out as Red Robin (how does Danny know Tim is Red Robin? Who knows). Eventually, Tim learns to accept it and you know what? Danny is a great partner to have… on the field… behind the scenes, that is definitely what Tim meant…
Then one day, while Tim is drinking the coffee Danny prepared for the both of them, he realizes where they both are and has just one question:
“When did Danny become his roommate?”
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I was a second year student in college with a problem. I was using alcohol to help solve it. It was the summer between semesters and my parents are paying a condo mortgage to keep me here all year. That was their way of dealing with it.
Mark was X military and worked as a cop and owner of the condo next door. He has come to my aid three times before. Once due to my water heater leaking, and getting my key in the key hole for being too drunk twice.
This was the first time he picked me up from the gutter. Turning into the driveway I hit the curb. My motorcycle slides out from under me on wet payment to the center of the street. As i go splat by the curb. I was pretty sure Mark was naked and threw on some shorts to come help. He made sure I was still breathing and no broken bones. He got my bike up and out of the street . Then went to help me stand up. In the process he throws me over his shoulder. Then he takes me to his condo and throws me on a bed in the downstairs bedroom.
Mark calls a friend and asks if can come over to see if i have a concussion. He hangs up and tells me to take my clothes off. I could be in shock, have broken bones, or be bleeding and not know it. Wet clothes are just harder to get off. I was admittedly still drunk. Mark comes over and helps me. He explains we can not call an ambulance I will get a DUI for driving drunk. I asked how's my bike and was told I will need a new mirror. Removing my jeans revealed no underwear, which he complained about because a female was coming over to check me out. I pointed out he was not wearing any either.
He said. Close your eyes. As he striped off his wet basketball shorts exposing himself in the process. He puts underwear on and new dry shorts. and throws me a pair to put on myself. Complaining I didn't close my eyes while he was naked. The young blond lady in the doorway that was watching me put shorts on said. Maybe he is gay and likes what he was looking at.
I went postal. It took them both to restrain me. I was in handcuffs. Mark asked for an explanation before he calls the police and my parents.
It was fairy simple I was doing my best to meet and find a girlfriend. It was rejection after rejection. They all think I am gay or have an excuse. One girl suggest I date high school girls because we could not have sex. Another one broke up with me because she met a guy she want to lose her virginity to.
The young lady does this thing with a flashlight and my eyes. Asks' Mark for a bottled water. He leaves and she explains that Mark is a gay and her friend. He likes me a lot is very concerned because this is getting worse. She tells me I don't know you or what you are into. You need help. You should let him help. She takes the bottle water says no concussion, if I get sick it could be alcohol poison. She will call him later. Mark sits down next to me on the bed with the keys to the handcuffs. Before I let you go I have a few questions.
Why are you so desperate to have a girlfriend right now?
I explain that is how it is supposed to work. You go to college meet the girl of your dreams and get married have kids. That has been the plan along.
Mark says it is just a picture in your head . Implanted by your parents. Most people are getting education and a job first these days. He laid down on the bed next to me. I am under the covers still handcuff. He is laying on top of the covers looking into my eyes. Was this the plan your dad used.
I say yes.
To hide the fact you liked guys?
I start to cry. Say I don't want to be gay. I want to ba a dad. I want a family. Mark suggests I get some sleep, leaves me handcuffed and closes the blackout curtains and the door to the room. I wake up with my normal hangover and look for light. I sit up in the bed and remember I fell asleep with handcuffs on. I open the door to light of the room and the smells of food cooking. Mark recommends coffee the caffeine with help the headache. I sit down and he pours a cup in front of me. Followed by a plate of french toast and scrambled eggs. I was starving and it was obvious and made myself slow down. I try to make conversation. I thought you were married with children. He confirms they are at their mothers for two weeks. I can meet them next weekend. How does a straight guy married with two kids wake up gay one day?
It is the picture in your head how you think it is supposed to be. I knew I was gay and denied it. Lived a totally fake life. I had a wife and two kids before my wife decided she like another guy better and asked for the divorce and gave me the kids. I realised was pretending to be straight because I could not admit to myself I was attracted to guys.
I help clear my dishes. Mark is standing next to me at the sink. He smiles and says. I have a real easy solution if you want to try it. Could solve you whole problem in a matter of a few hours.
What is that I ask? hoping for a cure.
You get out of those shorts back in bed and I will show you some of the best things about being gay. By the time we are finish you will not only agree that you are gay but you love it and will also agree to marry me.
I respond You don't know me. Just for him him to reminded me he was the one that showed my mom, dad and me the condo over two years ago. He has checked on me everyday ever since and fell in love with me doing it. He knows I work part time at a liquor store and a Cubs fan. Then he points out I am ticklish as his fingers touch my sides. I back away as he follows me. As I duct back into the bedroom as he says lose the shorts. He reminds me he has handcuffs and I retreat under the covers. Afraid to exposés myself I remove the shorts and throw them at him as if that would slow down his advances. As well as admission that fine this was happening.
Saying slow the F down. He slowed way down. Got all romantic. Step one how two guys kiss. Step two was making out. He crawled on top of me and start chewing on my neck I stopped fighting the idea I was not gay and we went forward from there. With in months I had that family I so desperately wanted. That picture in my head adjusted replacing the finding a wife and mother of my children. To being a wife and stay at home dad with mom duties. I got a teaching degree and teach middle school, and married a cop with two kids.
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