(this list is mainly ways non-locals can donate but by extension offers a lot of resources and places to volunteer in the Twin Cities + there are specific ways to donate time under the cut which can be adjusted to your local neighborhood)
full credit to cataloo from r/minnesota [x]
🩵Immigrant support
Immigrant Defense Network – coalition of 90+ groups organizing rapid response and collecting evidence.
Immigrant Law Center of MN – free immigration legal representation to low-income immigrants and refugees.
COPAL – advocacy, organizing, phone hotline. Focus on Latine community.
Minnesota Immigrant Rights Action Committee (MIRAC) – education and protest organizing.
Interfaith Coalition on Immigration – advocacy, aid, events.
Monarca MN – training and phone hotline.
Unidos MN – education, protests, advocacy.
Center for Victims of Torture – advocacy and mental health services for immigrants and refugees.
International Institute of Minnesota – refugee resettlement group that provides support and legal help to vulnerable new-to-country families.
Lutheran Social Service of Minnesota – offers services to refugees, including legal aid to non-citizens.
🩵Food support
If local, food donations are welcome, otherwise monetary donations help these types of orgs source what is most needed
VEAP
Second Harvest Heartland
Every Meal
The Food Group
Meals on Wheels MN
Find a local food shelf
🩵Mutual aid funds & community support
Community Aid Network
Twin Cities Trans Mutual Aid
Leo's Tow (Venmo @leostowingmn) is towing cars back to families if a car is stranded when someone is detained.
🩵More links
MN50501 Mutual Aid Linktree – well-organized list of various Twin Cities groups.
Mplsmutualaid Linktree – many neighborhood and individual GoFundMes listed here.
Mpls.St.Paul Magazine – see Food Drives and Fundraisers.
Stand with Minnesota – extensive list of organizations, mutual aid, and crowdfunding campaigns.
🩵Donate blood
Memorial Blood Center declared a blood emergency on Tuesday, Jan 13. MBC is the blood supplier for both tier 1 trauma hospitals in the metro area (Hennepin County Medical Center and North Memorial Health).
American Red Cross
🩵Donate food or other goods
Mpls.St.Paul Magazine – see Food Drives and Fundraisers.
Volunteer your time (under the cut)
🩵Mutual aid
Reach out to your neighbors – especially if you know they are staying home right now – and ask if they need groceries or toiletry items. Offer to pick up prescriptions, give rides, or shovel their driveway. If you know them well, bring them a treat that you know they'll enjoy. Or just ask them how they're doing and let them know you are there to support.
Connect with any of the orgs above and see if they are looking for volunteers.
Connect with a church or mosque in your area. From u/MuddieMaeSuggins: "I know a lot of regular Redditors are not religious (myself included) but like it or not this is a where a lot of community organizing happens, especially in immigrant communities."
Connect with your local school's admin office and/or their PTA. It's ok to reach out even if you don't have kids at the school. PTAs are organizing mutual aid for school families, safe rides, school observers.
🩵Activism
Find an official protest or other event via Indivisible, 50501, FREE AMERICA, or MIRAC. Students at many high schools are staging walk-outs; if your local school is doing this, reach out to school leadership or the PTA and ask how you can support as a community member.
Join the effort to stop Hilton from housing ICE by booking hotel rooms and then cancelling at the last minute. This action can be done from home! The effort is being organized by Sunrise Movement, who are telling activists to target specific hotels one-by-one. More info: SHUT DOWN HILTON
Find people in your area who are actively monitoring ICE and/or stationing themselves in high-traffic areas and ask how you can help. Check for local FB events where people are organizing and just show up.
At minimum, read the COPAL Handbook before you go out to observe. The DFL, Monarca, and other orgs have been hosting online trainings for constitutional observers (though these fill up quickly).
When you see ICE in action, start recording. Be as loud and as disruptive as possible: honk your horn, set off your car alarm, blow your whistle. Let people know that ICE is in the area. If you see someone being detained, try to get their name and a phone number to call their emergency contact.
If you do not feel comfortable observing ICE in person, there are ways you can support from home. Just ask the people who are organizing in your area. I have social anxiety, and I had never participated in any kind of political action before this past Saturday. If I can do it, you can!
Local organizers are requesting that people who help monitor ICE DO NOT participate in 1-to-1 mutual aid efforts, as these can put the families you are helping at risk.
If you have friends/acquaintances who are sympathetic but not politically active, reach out to them. Show them that they're not alone in feeling helpless. Pick a few low-commitment actions from this list and do them together.
satoru wishes for nothing more than to be by your side for a long, long time. long enough to watch you watch little saplings grow into tall trees with orange leaves that fall in autumn and flowers that bloom in spring over and over as unhurried years pass you both by. right now though, he doesn't believe he even has the vocabulary to accurately describe the feeling that has taken root within him.
hes an angel, after all — made entirely of light. pure. perfect. whole.
but he cannot ignore the way his chest tightens and his finger tips ache at the sight of you curled close into his chest, tenderly cradled by wings of silveren feathers. you settle so there quickly its puzzling. the light catches in your hair and he feels how time crawls over him like insects on a rotting carcass. relentless and without reprieve, always serving as a dreadful reminder of the insignificant weight it is to him and how finite it is to you.
minutes and hours and days along and all at once they mean so much and nothing. hes been here before, countless times. this is not a first, and surely wont be the last; but it stings his heart all the same.
you lie atop him, tightly curled in close to one another, his arms and wings coiled around you like vines, the soft quills hover; just barely pecking at your skin. your fingers drift along him, beginning at the curve of his jaw, committing his heavenly form to memory.
"satoru."
he has skin like pearls. cool to the touch with hair softer than the cirrus clouds that adorn the pale blue of the blanket sky. the tip of your nail dances on the surface of his skin, tracing the muscles in his neck.
"what do you think you'll remember about me?"
satoru could claw at his skin until it bleeds and pull at his hair but he could not stay away. he could not cut his love from his flesh and of all the things that exist it is his greatest flaw. the world will continue on, time stretching on ahead and he wont forget even an instant of it.
"everything."
your finger stills, paused over his pulse — he doesn't need it, but feels it endlessly regardless. even in the moments hes desperate to have it still. it makes you laugh a little, although its bittersweet. leaving your throat in a burning and dry, like you'd just swallowed hot sand. "everything?"
"everything. i'll remember it all." he says, "how you breathe when you sleep, "
one of satoru's hands comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing the warmth of your cheek. hes no longer looking at you, luminous blue eyes see into your eyes and what sits just beyond them. twirling the ends of your hair on his other hands index finger.
"the rhythm of your heartbeat and all your questions
"even the silly ones?"
"especially the silly ones." and he means it. satoru's tone shifting before he softens again.
tender and aching, he presses a kiss just below your brow, as if sealing the vow to keeping your memory. satoru will carry you in his soul forever. your name will sit at the tip of his tongue each time he breathes for all his life.
"you know i am not a ghost just yet, satoru." but everyday is one you wont ever get back.
"we've got time"
you shift in his embrace, taking his face in your hands and gently squishing it in your fingers till his lips pucker like a fish, leaning in to press a short kiss to his nose and another to his mouth. pulling away to rest your forehead to his, your nose brushing his, "ill be sure to leave you with lots to remember me by. eternity is a long time, id hate for my angel to be lonely"
"lonely?" the corner of his lip quirks up, wings folding you in closer to himself. cocooning you both, perhaps in fruitless hope of maybe emerging again, this time with just the right amount of it.
"i dont think it'll be so bad, ill get to love you forever"
Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.
Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.
Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.
The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.
Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.
We Don’t Know What Comes Next
There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help
I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:
Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.
Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
Haven’t posted here in a while🫣 hey lovelies. Also sorry for the misleading title it’s not so freaky deaky
“Baby, have you seen the—” The words die on his tongue when he enters the room and sees you.
You’re perched at your vanity, carefully dusting something glittery across your eyelids. Daichi’s gaze drifts helplessly from your perfectly styled hair, to the smooth line of your back, all the way down to the heels strapped around your ankles.
You look unreal.
“The what, Daichi?” You set the brush down and stand, turning toward the full-length mirror in the corner of your room. You tilt your head, examining yourself before meeting his reflection behind you. He’s still frozen. “Sweetie… what? Do I look weird?”
He blinks, like he’s just remembered how to function. Slowly, he crosses the room, hands settling on your hips as if to ground himself.
“Definitely not weird.”
“Then what?” you groan softly, nerves creeping in as you turn, checking the back of your dress. “You’re making me nervous.”
“No, y/n.” His voice drops, warm and honest. “You look amazing.” He pauses as his eyes trail down the back of your dress. “Where are you going?”
“It’s girls’ night, remember?” you say, glancing at him over your shoulder. “I missed the last two because of work.”
As you ramble on about drinks and dancing and how late you might stay out, his hands wander— familiar, slow, appreciative.
“I think you look good,” he murmurs. “A little too good.” His palms slide lower, and he leans in pressing his nose against your neck. “And you smell really good. Do you have to go out?”
“Dai,” you giggle, swatting his arm lightly but not moving away. “Of course I do and why are you being so freaky?”
“I’ve never seen you in this dress,” he admits. “I like it. I really like it.”
“Really like it?” you tease. “Wow. Very descriptive.”
He grins. “Sorry. I meant you look absolutely delectable. Like I’d drop to my knees right now an—”
You slap his hand as it sneaks up your thigh, laughing despite yourself. “I’m still going out, Daichi.”
He sighs dramatically, forehead resting against yours. “Yeah,” he mutters. “I know. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
SYNOPSIS ── Ryomen Sukuna, known as the formidable King of Curses, is wed to a petal of a woman — you. Despite his menacing imposition, his wife has managed to soften him and he does his best to show that to you.
PAIRING ── Heian Sukuna x Fem!Reader
WC ── 1.3k
AN ── welcome to my new account, or a simple welcome if you're new here :) ! this is just a quick and short work i wanted to put out but this is also a way to show what sort of content i will be posting from now on! i hope you enjoy and that you can still show me the same amount of support you did in my other account 🤍
Sukuna was not born with tenderness. Chaos, violence, bloodshed - that is all he knows and that is all that runs deep within his bones. His tongue is harsh, words sharp like the blades of a katana and never forgiving. He smells of blood and fear, a presence so powerful that any being would cower before him.
But not you, his darling wife.
His wife who is crafted from the prettiest of silk, soft and delicate to the touch. Whose rosy lips never speak ill of anyone, and yet is the only one to bring the King of Curses down to his knees, begging for forgiveness. Your heart thrums a dulcet melody, one that only he can hear and that is in harmony with his own.
And here Sukuna sits, on his crimson throne with dainty flowers decorated all over, the smell of jasmine and lavender intoxicating his senses.
He tuts at you as you weave vines and red roses to make some sort of crown for him, his four eyes narrowed in near distaste. You lift up the flower crown to his head, gesturing for him to lower himself so you can see how it fits.
At first, his lips curl into a sneer, some sort of taunt about to escape him when he sees the way your bottom lip juts out and how your doe eyes bore into his, face contorted like that of a lost puppy. With a defeated sigh, he extends his large hands to pick you up and you smile as you place the crown atop his head.
The difference of the scarlet hue of the roses against his blush coloured hair makes your heart twirl. Such a menacing beast adorning something so beautiful - it is truly a sight to behold. One that only you have the pleasure of.
“My, you look so pretty,” you giggle, Sukuna setting you down on his lap. He scoffs, using one of his sharp nails to lightly prick at your skin. “Oh, don’t be shy now,” you continue to giggle, fingers tracing absentmindedly over the black ink across his chest.
“Why do you continue to defile me like this?,” he grumbles. “I am meant to be the most feared being alive, and you are reducing me to nothing more than a spectacle for my servants to laugh at.”
“Oh they don’t laugh at you, my dear. Don't worry, they still tremble with fear in your presence.”
“Are you only saying this to make me feel better, woman?”
You shrug, resting your head on his shoulder. Sukuna may not know gentleness but yet the way he caresses your hair ever so gently, one would think he was touching a doll made of glass. As if he’s scared that you could shatter at any moment.
“Flowers are the most beautiful things, don't you think?,” you muse, nose rubbing gingerly on the rough skin of his neck.
“Is that what you think?”
“Yes I do, Ryo.”
Over the last few weeks, your husband has been acting strangely. As if harbouring some sort of secret.
He is up by dawn and only arrives back to your shared chambers after the sun has set. He hasn’t allowed you to step foot in the gardens, always steering you away or asking one of the maids to take you away. And you have come to notice an increase in the amount of gardeners prancing around the grounds.
Whenever you even try to question him, he just shuts you down or changes the subject. No straightforward answers and when you do your best to dig deeper, he pinches your lips together and tells you to shut up - in an endearingly rude way, as is his brand.
‘What is he up to?,’ you think to yourself.
One fine day, you tell yourself that is enough is enough. You are going to find out just what in the world Sukuna is doing!
You’re sneaking around the castle like some common thief, scuttling behind pillars and avoiding the gazes of anyone that passes by. While you do feel rather silly for doing this, there is a part of you that is enjoying the thrill of it all, silently snickering to yourself at the absurdity of this whole ordeal.
You just hope that whatever it is that Sukuna has going on is worth all this mystery. Otherwise, he was going to be getting an earful tonight.
The entrance to the gardens are not guarded as they usually are - just your luck! You swivel your head around, making sure nobody is nearby and once you have determined that the coast is clear, you dash towards the gates, pushing it open with a heavy grunt.
“Imbeciles!,” you hear Sukuna’s thunderous voice boom. The whole room trembles uneasily, none of the servants able to even glance in his direction. “I give you ONE ORDER! And that is to keep her away until I said so! Did you not hear me or are you all just incompetent fools?!”
Minutes pass before your husband ceases his censure, commanding that everyone leave the premises besides you. When it is just the two of you, he saunters over to you, cheeks still fuming but his eyes have softened the moment he looks at you, dark pupils dilated and bearing nothing but a blazing warmth for you.
“Woman,” he grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “You couldn't have waited one more day?”
“Wait for what, Ryo?,” you ask, folding your arms in front of your chest, letting out a frustrated huff to really get the message across to him.
He rolls his eyes at your childish attitude and interlaces his fingers in yours, dragging you to the top floor of the gardens. You continue to bombard him with questions, to which you are met with silence though that doesn't stop you. Even once you've reached the balconies, you’re drilling into him to get some sort of answer or explanation for his odd behaviour recently.
“Hush now and look,” he points down. You raise an eyebrow skeptically, making your way to the edge of the balcony, looking to where he had been pointing. And when you do, you gasp, heart tightening around your chest and a flurry of emotions coursing through your body.
Flowers have been planted and arranged to create a beautiful mosaic of yourself. Posies that match the colour of your hair and the rosiness of your lips perfectly, and buds that reflect the light that sparkle in your eyes, and florid roses surround ‘you’, the deep hue a stark contrast to the faded ones - this is what Sukuna had been up to all this time.
“Ryo,” you breathe, little tears pricking at your lash line. You hear his loud footsteps patter behind you, enormous arms enveloping you, engulfing you whole as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.
“What do you think?,” his voice is soft against your ears.
“It is…,” you sigh, leaning back into him as you admire the creation before you. “...perfect.”
“Why did you make this?,” you ask, once more intertwining your fingers with his calloused ones.
“You told me before that you think flowers are the most beautiful thing to exist. I do not agree but I digress. I created this for you because…” A short pause accompanied with a displeased scoff.
“Because to me, you are the most beautiful thing to grace this pathetic planet.”
“Oh my goodness! Ryo!,” you squeal, spinning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug and peppering open-mouthed kisses over his face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much!”
“...So dramatic you are, woman.” He holds you close, voice dropping to a lull as whispers, “I love you more.”
Summary: Clark always made you promise to run at the sight of danger. You listen to him—usually.
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: Angst, arguing, canon-level violence :D
a/n: I'm back from my little trip so here is a little fic to get me back into the swing :) I love angst to fluff if you couldn't tell. Enjoy, love you!! 🤍
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Clark was going to be so mad at you—so, so mad.
You climbed up anyway, foot fitting perfectly in the groove of the window ledge. The brick was abrasive against your palms, and the feeling of gravity weighed on you, but the small cat shaking on top of the three-story building was worth more than all of that. It couldn’t be more than a few months old, and the ongoing fight in the streets had smashed the building’s entrance too irreparably for you to take the stairs.
It was up to you to save the little kitten, even if that meant your boyfriend would be furious when he found out you were anywhere near his fight.
“If you see it on the news, you run the other direction,” he had made you promise. “And if you see it in person, you hide, okay? I can’t even think about anything happening to you.”
You were sure Clark didn’t mean for you to run and hide when this small creature was in peril. You were almost positive he would want you to save him, so you made it to the third-floor window and then reached up to grasp the lip of the roof. The kitten cried out, seconds from jumping off.
“Hold on,” you grunted out, hauling yourself up. You wiped your scratched hands on your pants and huffed out a breath, kneeling in front of the shaking cat. “Hey, it’s alright. How’d you get up here, huh? You can’t jump off—that’s too far for a little guy like you.”
With the cat now in your arms, you let relief trickle in. You sat back on your calves and scratched between his ears, smiling despite your exhaustion.
“Don’t you worry. My boyfriend is gonna take care of everything, and then I’ll take you home. He’ll be fine with it. He never really says no to me.”
The cat’s eyes began to droop, but they were quickly back open at the sound of a bang. You clutched him closer to your chest and sent your gaze out, Clark’s form flying up and around the armored beast stomping in your direction. Red light flashed hardly against the scales, but it did little to stop his path.
“Oh,” you whispered. On shaky legs, you peered over the edge of the building and then hooked your chin over your shoulder to the exit, currently in a crumbled pile of rocks. “This is not good.”
You couldn’t climb down with the cat, and honestly, even if the door to the stairs was standing, being inside a building as it crashed was not the best plan. You bit into your bottom lip and braced yourself on your knees, cradling the cat against you.
Praying seemed to be your only hope. If Clark could just keep the monster away from this area, you would be fine. Getting down was always going to be a later problem when you thought up this plan. But getting down was quickly becoming a now problem as Clark—Superman—struggled to contain the monster’s path.
“C’mon, Clark,” you winced under your breath. “Just a little further away. Don’t see me—Don’t—”
The monster screeched out a terrible sound, increasing its pace towards Superman—towards you. You knew that Clark would do everything in his power to keep you safe, but he didn’t know you were here. You were supposed to be safe and sound at home, anxiously watching the fight on the news. Clark would come home in an hour and shower you with reassurance and kiss you so hard it would have your head spinning.
Instead, you were covered in dust and scrapes and held a trembling kitten to your chest on top of a destroyed building.
You felt it the moment he spotted you. He must have smelled you, or heard your heartbeat, because he snapped his head back and his eyes went impossibly wide. The monster used the distraction to his advantage. The ground shook as it ran forward, and it was the tail that almost did you in.
A horned, scale-covered limb flew through the air and blocked the sun, the shadow foreboding as it passed over you. It crashed into the far side of your building an agonizing second later, the harsh vibration causing you to finally tear your eyes from Superman. You hunched over and squeezed into a tight ball, knowing that you had made such a drastic mistake—that Clark was going to be sad forever, and it was your fault.
Only, pain and darkness never came. You kept your eyes slammed shut, and the cat was protected and safe, but the feel of a whipping breeze was soon taking over your senses. There was no more fear or rattling or the smell of broken concrete. You opened your eyes, and you found Superman, his expression hard and tight as he flew through the air. He held you in both of his arms and didn’t look down.
He didn’t look at you at all until he was miles away from the creature and setting you down in a courtyard full of people.
You caught the way his eyes flickered as he looked at you—the slight wetness to them.
“Are you alright, miss?” he asked, his tone regal and important. Not shaken—strong.
“Y-yes,” you breathed out.
He nodded once, his eyes focusing on your body. He was looking through you, you knew. Looking for breaks, injuries, damage. When he found none, Superman took a step back and flew away.
He won the fight 20 minutes later.
You were back at the apartment 5 minutes before him.
When he came through the window, lightly stepping into the room and making you stand from the couch, his gaze was glued to the floor. You saw the muscle in his jaw jump, but he only stood a few feet away and remained silent.
You clutched at your forearm as the seconds ticked by.
“Clark, I—”
“I told you to hide,” he evenly said. “I said if you saw danger, you hide.”
“I know. I know, and I’m so sorry. I was in the middle of doing that, but there was this cat and it was going to jump and I couldn’t just leave it.”
“You promised,” he reminded you, still tracking the grooves in the hardwood floors.
You sighed, dropping your hands by your sides. “I did. I’m sorry, Clark. I just couldn’t leave him there. I knew you’d be mad, but I didn’t think—”
“Mad?” He looked up, finally, squinting as if you were far away. “You thought I’d be mad?”
“Well… aren’t you?”
Clark shook his head, disbelief clear in the way he scoffed and tugged his collar away from his neck. He began to pace, running his hands through his windswept hair.
“Mad—I’m not mad. I’m—I’m baffled that you would do something like this. Perplexed.”
You remained stagnant as he created movement in the room. “I wanted to help—”
“Stupid. It was stupid. You aren’t stupid. You don’t do things like this,” Clark almost reprimanded, his tone becoming harsh. “You think things through. You—I can’t believe—”
“Stupid?” you scoffed back, crossing your arms over your chest. “Sorry that wanting to save an innocent life is stupid to you. You know, Clark, you’re the one constantly preaching about saving others—how it’s your duty. What, and since I’m not big and strong like you, I’m an idiot for trying?”
This was not how you figured the evening would go. You expected him to be angry, but you didn’t expect to feel the need to fight back. Still, defensiveness rose like a tide within you.
“Yes!” Clark exasperated, flying his hands into the air. “Because you would have died. Don’t you see that?”
“Of course I see that,” you spit back. “But I was trying to—”
“I can’t lose you!”
Clark’s resounding yell echoed in the apartment, the remnants of it disturbing the silence that followed. Your breath caught. Clark never yelled—you’d never heard him yell at you.
The release seemed to ground him. Clark took a deep breath and fell back on his heels, his hands hanging between his thighs as he sat on the couch. You remained standing, facing him, but unable to move.
“I can’t,” he croaked out. “I tried to tell you that. That’s why I made you promise. I—I know you couldn’t leave that cat. It’s why I fell in love with you. But when I saw you out there… I’ve never been more scared of anything in my entire life.”
The fight left you, slumping your shoulders and laxing your tense muscles. You took a step forward, entering his space. Immediately, his hands slid up the backs of your thighs.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. Didn’t mean to be there when…” You couldn’t say it; the reminder of your impending doom made him wince, so you brought a hand to his cheek instead. “I was thinking about you—what you’d have done.”
Clark breathed a humorless laugh. “I’m a lot more indestructible.”
You smiled, taking him in both your hands and forcing his gaze up. “I know that. I just forgot.”
“You can’t forget,” he whispered.
“Stop being so inspiring, then.”
Clark smiled back, but it was sad. He turned his head to kiss your palm and then dragged you down to hold you in his lap. He was still dusty, still sporting the emblem that made him scared for you more often than not, but he leaned back against the couch, anyway.
“I love you,” you reminded him, head against his chest. “I really am sorry.”
“I love you more.” And even though it wasn’t, he offered, “It’s okay.”
A long pause, Clark’s hand carding through your hair as he listened for your steady heartbeat—not frantic, like it was earlier.
He tilted his head to the side. “Is there a cat in our bathroom?”
he likes the quiet ones || satoru gojo x f!reader, jjk drabbles, pure fluff, 401 words (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ
so we all know how clingy satoru is... but imagine him having a crush on the quiet student—who he swears is the girl of his dreams.
you're the complete opposite of him; calm, composed, and rarely speaking unless necessary. you intrigued him. he just didn't know when that curiosity turned into something more intimate.
"ah—there you are!" he grins, shamelessly wrapping his arms around you from behind, chin resting against your shoulder—clinging to you like some sort of leech, "did you just return from a mission? you should've taken me along! i wanted to see my cutie in action~"
you quietly hum, unfazed by his touchy nature, "hi gojo-san..."
he immediately pouts, "i thought i told ya' to drop the 'san' part—it's too frickin' formal! matter of fact, just call me satoru!"
you slowly nod. he smiles, hesitantly letting go, but only to walk in front of you, continuing to chat your ear off, all while walking backwards, "you should've saw me today—i'm this close to perfecting my technique! maybe now we can finally do a mission together! oh and why don't we stop for some boba tea after?! don't worry your pretty little head, my treat!"
the boy leans closer, icy blue orbs boring into your own. he smirks, now acting more coy, "are you swooning for me yet—" he halts, the words getting caught in his throat as he notices the sympathetic look in your eyes.
his breath hitches as you slowly reach out, in a rare turn of events, gently patting his head, fingers combing through his white locks of hair to offer him some comfort.
a feeling he never knew he craved... up til now that is.
you smile softly, shockingly enough to him, "you must be tired then—just don't overdo it... satoru."
his eyes briefly widened, heart rate spiking up at his name exiting your mouth. god damn it. he was the one who suggested it—so why does he always get so tongue tied when it comes to you? how lame...
he's blushing, ivory skin tinted with pink as he slowly leans into your touch, embarrassingly avoiding your gaze; only yearning for more, more and more of your affection, "yeah... i know."
he peeks at you from behind his glasses, taking your kind gesture as a green light to continue, "so about that date..."
you slowly blink, tilting your head with confusion—what’s this about a date?
The topic of idols dating gets me so heated. Like these “fans” are insane. Do they really expect whichever idol to stay single their whole life????? I wish idols could go public. i PRAY winter and jungkook are dating. STAY MAD😛 and those lunatics go crazy but it’ll just result in more hate.
FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!
i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛
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