TLG Human AU shenanigans
Tamka: Kiburi!
Nduli: Kiburi!
Both: KiburiKiburiKiburiKiburiKiburiKiburiKiburiKiburiKibu-
Kiburi: What?!
Nduli: Sorry Kiburi, we just wanna let you know something!
Kiburi: Yeah? And what’s that?
Nduli: We love you, Kiburi :)
Kiburi: ….And?
Tamka: And we want a Nokia N-Gage
Kiburi: No you don’t! It went defunct it 2006!
Nduli: Actually, it was in 2007
Kiburi: You know the year it went defunct! Why do you want it?!
Tamka: Cuz it looks cool!
Kiburi: You said that about the OUYA Ya bought last week
Tamka: The OUYA doesn’t have any games
Kiburi: I told you that before we bought it, neither will this!
Nduli: But Kiburi, it’s so cooooooool!
Kiburi: I don’t even think you can play games on that thing! It was a phone service!
Tamka: But Ucheshi said this stuff was awesome!
Kiburi: ……….Boys, stay here
Nduli: Okay, Kiburi.
*Lake Matope or whatever the human equivalent is*
Kiburi: Have you been telling them to buy outdated electronics?
Ucheshi: Yes.
Kiburi: WHY?!
Ucheshi: Because you hurt my boyfriend, fuck you, dude.
Kiburi: Ucheshi, I swear to God-
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Why do i think the brothers would have a whole fight to see who can marry Mc .
Like whoever is the last one standing can.
They would tho- it’s probably the only way they can think to settle it once and for all.
or even worse they’d play rock, paper, scissors and whoever wins can marry MC-
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okay so I have an idea.. Gojo cuddling with his pregnant partner while watching a movie and him laying his head on your belly??(and omg, what if the baby kicks, and he feels it) the image is so cute I'm dyingggggg (also this is NOT a request, just an idea/suggestion <3)
he’s so doing this!!🥹 he’s in love with you more than ever now that you have his baby inside you and as a bonus, your baby bump shows that you’re his and his only—he’s so damn proud of that ngl 💁🏻♀️ and so having his head on your belly or roaming his hands on it pretty much has become a part of your daily checklist.
being the silly man he is, he’s trying all sort of shenanigans to get his baby to notice him—
“why isn’t he kicking?” he pressed his head on your belly with a frown, tickling your skin with his hair. you sighed.
“he’s been kicking and turning my insides all day and now might be just tired. and i’m tired too, satoru… i wanna sleep…”
“wait! waaait!”
suddenly he poked your belly button and you winced.
“don’t poke me please😭”
“but! he isn’t responding! this is one way to wake him up and make him kick me!”
yeah, even as a fetus inside you, your baby wasn’t amused with his father’s antics, as he would calm down and not kick as much whenever he’s near.
— bonus:
as a last ditch attempt, he suddenly had his index finger poke into the space between your legs and lodged it inside. the action made you jolt and with it was a hard kick to your stomach.
“yay!! he kicks me!”
safe to say he was the one being kicked next 🫡
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cw: mentions of breeding and some silliness. sweet choso!
choso’s vocabulary is ever-evolving. it’s a unique task, helping a grown man learn to articulate himself. (in spite of the half-cursed blood that thrums through his veins, you insist—always—that he’s a man, first and foremost.)
slang proves to be a never-ending area of education for your boyfriend; he often comes to you, phone in hand, plum eyes all but pleading.
it’s a sunny saturday morning and you’re lounging on the couch with him when he nudges your arm and thrusts his phone towards you. “can you tell me what this means?”
your gazes flits down to the screen. there’s a photo of jennifer lawrence in a sultry pose—likely an editorial for a magazine. “what’s this?”
“yuuji retweeted this photo. he likes her,” choso states matter-of-factly.
he peers over your shoulder and scrolls down to the replies, clicking on the one he doesn’t understand. it simply reads: she breedable af.
you brows shoot up and you swallow a giggle. “oh,” you say, attempting gloss over your initial surprise. “i see.”
“af means ‘as fuck,’ i remember that,” he offers before looking to you.
“that’s right. um, you know what breeding is, yeah?” you swallow, unsure of your own trepidation. perhaps it has to do with choso’s earnestness—his desire to learn, to embrace his humanity, to better relate to you.
he nods. “mating.”
“yep. so, if someone refers to jennifer lawrence as breedable, it means that they… want to breed her.”
“they want to procreate with her,” he asserts.
“uh—basically, yeah.”
your boyfriend seems content with your answer and presses a cool kiss to your cheek. “thank you.”
a few weeks later, you’re getting ready to go out on a date with choso. you’re dressed in a rich aubergine—the same color as his irises. when he knocks on the bathroom door and asks if you’re ready, you open it up with a smile; his eyes go wide.
“like what you see?” you tease, taking his wide palms and pressing them to your waist.
he swallows before nodding a little frantically, firmly holding you like a lifeline. “you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, smearing his lips against the crown of your head. “very breedable,” he adds before you pull him in for a heated kiss.
maybe it’s silly, but you can’t help but hope that his compliment foreshadows the evening ahead.
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