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ms. giggleshits!!! she/her 18

[jjonggies]

lwk might write for aki next ive gotten back in my aki phase

[jjonggies]

fwak id really like to write for kaiser but i feel like id mischaracterize him bad and id get burned at the stake

[jjonggies]

feeling sick? don't worry, sae's ready to take care of you!

it’s past twelve, and you just arrived home with a terrible headache that has refused to go away, despite the painkillers you took hours ago. sae’s still overseas with an important match, so it’s just you in the large apartment you two usually share. desperate to rest, you drop your bags and skip dinner before hopping into the shower, hoping the hot water will soothe that damned headache of yours.  

unluckily enough, the headache is still there when you exit the shower. too tired to care, you speed through your bedtime routine and slip into bed.

the next morning, you stir and let out a pitiful whine; the headache is still there, but your body feels on fire, aching with every minor movement. you blindly reach for your phone to check the time, only to see two missed calls from sae. sae never double calls, so something must’ve happened. It’s four am, but you instantly call back—unsure if he’ll even pick up—and he answers on the first ring. 

“you didn’t pick up my calls,” he says plainly. there’s a brief pause before u respond. “I didn’t feel well,” you rasp out, voice hoarse from whatever infected you. “the match ended early, i’ll be home soon,” he replies calmly before hanging up.

you manage to muster up your remaining strength and toss your phone aside, before shifting underneath the covers to get comfortable again—dozing off as quickly as you were awoken. yet, you’re only able to rest a little before a cold hand—sae’s hand—is placed flush against your burning forehead, rousing you from your sleep. “you have a fever,” sae states, as if it wasn’t painfully obvious, while sitting on the side of the bed, staring at you in your pathetic state. you’re about to retort when he suddenly pulls his hand back and tells you to rest, as he stands up, so you do, albeit a bit reluctantly. 

it’s not long before he comes back with a wet towel and some pills with a cup of water for you. sae places the towel on your forehead, helps you swallow the pills, and is about to leave when you hastily grab his wrist, earning you a raised eyebrow.

“kiss it better?” you ask half-jokingly, to which he scoffs, but does so anyway—placing a quick kiss on your overly-warm forehead. sae knows better than to indulge in your silly antics, but he can’t help himself. maybe he’ll get sick, but what’s a little sickness to one of the best midfielders? he loves you too much to say no to you.

a/n: i luv sae & sick reader fics !! maybe taking reqs soon?...×_×

[jjonggies]

feeling blue? aki's here for you!

“come inside,” aki murmurs, while leaning against the bedroom doorframe, yet you make no effort to do so; you’re standing outside on the balcony, mindlessly staring out into the dark distance as the cool night air blows against you.

aki knows you hear him—you always do—but today, you don’t want to. you hear him sigh and some shuffling behind you, but don’t turn around, wanting to bask in your gloom a bit longer. It’s unusual for you to be so sad without reason, but you can’t help it today.

it’s not until aki grabs your hand that you finally snap back to reality. before you can stop yourself, you meet his eyes; he’s looking at you, with a mix of fondness and concern.

“come inside?” he asks again, but this time it’s a plea with a sense of desperation, so you do, nodding, even if you’re unsure you want to. your hand is still intertwined with his—warmth enveloping you—as he leads you back inside and closes the balcony door. you might be sad, but aki’s always there and willing to take care of you.

a/n: short n sweet drabble!!!! super duper self-indulgent i js miss aki >_<

[jjonggies]

hai new post :x

[jjonggies]

can't sleep? sae('s pillow) to the rescue!

“this is so embarrassing," you mutter to yourself, lying in bed. you haven’t gotten a wink of sleep and it’s almost four in the morning. sae’s not even home either—probably on his way back from the airport—so you can’t even rely on him for comfort. something in the universe is clearly trying (and succeeding) at making you stay awake the entire night.

you’ve already tossed and turned, doomscrolled, wandered sae’s large spain penthouse, and drank tea, but nothing worked.

now, back in bed, your fingers are cautiously hovering over the call button to sae’s contact, but your inner monologue stops you before you can tap the green button: “sae’s probably exhausted from his flight..i shouldn’t.” And to that, you let out an exhausted groan and turn to face his untouched pillow.

in a last-ditch effort, you grab sae’s pillow and tug it close to your chest, inhaling his lingering scent, before closing your eyes in hopes of falling asleep.

yet, the sleep you desperately wished for doesn’t last long as you’re unceremoniously awakened by your alarm blaring at the crack of dawn—but that’s not what’s important. you open your eyes and almost instantly notice sae hovering over you with a deadpan expression. a hoarse “what?” leaves your mouth, and you swear a smile was tugging at the corner of his lips.

“nothing,” he says, before casually exiting the bedroom.

you’re left dumbfounded—still exhausted, cuddling his pillow, and in bed—but oh well; it’s too early to care about sae’s weird shenanigans, so you shut your eyes once again.

a/n: sae itoshi has taken over my mind omg... might be ooc sorry (¬_¬")!!!!

[jjonggies]

movie date with satoru doesn't go as expected... (◞‸ ◟)⠀

everyone knows about satoru gojo. The spoiled, since birth, white-haired freak who has girls fawning over him every second, minute, hour of the day. Yet, he’s your white-haired freak; the campus nerd’s boyfriend. behind the carefully constructed facade he wears every day, satoru, in his purest form, is simply the boy who sees you as his clarity; his remedy. He doesn’t have anything to prove in front of you, unabashedly showing every imperfection that’s there to him: his loud laugh, love for digimon, and sweet tooth. And if you ever had any complaints—not that you would—he’d do anything to fix them, just to satisfy you. So, that’s how you ended up here: back pressed to satoru’s toned chest, watching some corny zombie movie—except you’re not really watching the movie. 

you’ve long forgotten the movie, with your eyes drifting to your boyfriend’s toned arms, which are currently wrapped around you. But before you can process your next thought, satoru asks, “whatcha looking at?” before leaning down to get a glance at you, aware of your slipping consciousness. A sleepy, uncommitted hum escapes before you can realize, and all of a sudden, the movie is being turned off, and satoru is murmuring something about bedtime. 

In a state of newfound confusion and sleepiness, you quickly turn around to face your boyfriend, which is a task that’s a lot harder in pitch darkness, before asking “why’d you turn the movie off ‘toru?”

“baby, you were literally falling asleep. you weren’t even watching the movie!” satoru exclaims. 

you open your mouth to protest, but quickly realize that it’d be far too embarrassing to explain that you got distracted by his arms, so you let out a sigh instead and close your mouth, defeatedly.

and to that, satoru chuckles and tugs you closer to his chest, your face flush against the crook of his neck, saying, “we can watch another movie tomorrow, let’s go to bed,” followed by a yawn right after.

by the time he’s done talking, you’re practically asleep! it’s not your fault satoru’s neck is so comfy, so a meek “okay” is all you can muster out. the last thing you register is the comforter being tugged up and a kiss pressed to your cheek as you peacefully sleep—head still in the crook of his neck as he holds you, of course.

a/n: hii first time posting Ꮚ ܸ ◞ . ◟꒱ !! & yes i did sneak in a clarity lyric...

[getosurya]

ꨄ︎ at the end of a long day, all that firelord!zuko needs is his beloved wife (fluff; 0.9k words)

communicating without words is something that you and zuko have long since mastered.

so when he finally, finally creeps into the bedroom, far too late at night, it's easier than anything to tell that it's been a long, tough day.

you don't say anything beyond a quiet greeting upon his entry, but he can feel your eyes lingering on him from where you're tucked up in bed. it's comfortable, sure, but you're accustomed to your husband's presence, his warmth that the duvet alone cannot bring, even when you furl up into yourself and tug the duvet right up under your chin.

he's cleaned up already, it seems, given that his sleep clothes are already on and his robes are folded neatly. then, he tosses them away, ready to be cleaned before turning out the lights.

and then, finally, he's slipping under the sheets beside you. as is so often the case, you find yourself shifting closer into his orbit before he pulls you in, your arms slinking around his waist as you press your face into the warm, bare skin of his neck.

"hey." you say softly, planting a few lingering kisses to his neck. although you miss when you had more time to bathe together, which has become a rare luxury given his increasing responsibilities, you like feeling him come to you after, his skin warmed by the scent of whatever soaps it is that you've chosen in a way that feels tangible, almost.

he reciprocates without any hesitation, trapping you in a welcome embrace with those biceps of his.

the world would never expect the firelord to be so clingy.

"my wife..." he murmurs. "i've missed you today, my darling."

"what would your people all think, i wonder, if they saw their firelord all soft for his wife?" you tease affectionately, your hand finding his. you trace his fingers, the ridges of his knuckles and the roughened skin covering warm veins - then, you lock your fingers with his in a familiar entwinement, your own fingertips barely passing his knuckles while his engulf your whole hand, it feels like.

you haven't felt it enough lately.

"do you really mean to tell me that my sentiment isn't reciprocated, beloved?" he asks in return, but there's a touch of humour laced into his words, so faint that anyone but you would hardly he able to catch it.

"now, now, zuko, i don't remember saying that." you tilt your head up, kissing the sharp angle of his jawline, once, then once more, further along and up, again and again until you reach his lips, hovering, teasing. his skin radiates a heat that you'd initially associated with his firebending, though you quickly learnt that it was something that you could find only in zuko, and not long after, it became clear that such a warmth from him belongs to you and you alone.

his ochre-gold gaze drifts down, meeting yours, flickering to your lips, barely millimetres from yours.

then, he closes the gap, sighing breathily into your mouth. you kiss him with a quiet passion, something that his past self never would have expected to be so lucky to experience once, let alone daily. your free hand, the one that isn't in his, roams up his body until you reach his hair, usually free and flowing, currently tied back carefully; you thread your fingers through near his scalp, curling them between the strands, creating just enough pressure that he feels a tingle shoot through his spine.

you could go further - part of you always wants to - but you can feel silent exhaustion rolling off of him in waves. so, you pull back, nestling your head under his chin, your arm wrapping tight around him, a gesture that he mirrors instinctively.

"i missed you too, my love. i always do." you say quietly, nuzzling your cheek against his neck.

the room falls silent for a few moments, a serene stillness washing over your entwined bodies. you let your eyes fall shut, the protective feeling of zuko's arms curled around you setting your mind at ease in the darkness.

"you look beautiful tonight." zuko says softly, when he's not entirely sure you're not asleep.

you stir, letting out a tiny yawn that makes his heart do a somersault in his ribcage. he wonders if you can hear it, the whoosh breaking through the steady badump badump of his heartbeat.

"it's been dark for hours... you've barely seen me." you rebut, but you're too sleepy for it to sound like you're any more serious than a tiny kitten pretending to ignore its mother.

"i don't have to see you to know you look beautiful." he sounds like an utter sap, and he knows it. but truthfully, it brings such warmth to his once burnt heart that he doesn't care.

"cheesy." you murmur, your words and coherence slowy slipping away, soon to be replaced by slumber.

"maybe. but it's true."

and really, you can't suppress the smile that his words, truthful and unembellished, bring to your lips.

"goodnight, my love." you murmur, wriggling closer in to him, if that's even possible.

"goodnight, darling. i love you, so much. so much."

"i love you, too, zuko. sweet dreams, my beloved."

a/n: forgive me for any typos or general errors i wrote and posted this at 2 am bc i need him so badly also nawt proofread sry mls anyways hope u enjoyed mwah

[fireflyschiikawa]

firelord!zuko: jealous-type

having retreated from the main chatter of the ball zuko had been hosting, you refill your drink, eyes roaming around the room and catching your breath.

such evenings always got so exhausting, you wondered how many you'd have to live through, but alas you'd do it anyday for the sake of your beloved.

some guy, probably, definitely an officer from the neighbouring earth nation is speaking to you. you can't quite recall what he's saying yet you do feel guilty for not listening. so when at some point, he tells a joke and starts laughing, you do too.

to cover up it's dishonest nature, you tip your head back taking a small swig of your drink and your eyes meet a fiery blaze.

zuko's surrounded by people talking about future plans for the fire nation, no doubt being briefed on far more important things but his eyes are on you.

the laugh you just shared doesn't escape his notice either. you gulp, looking away trying to conclude the conversation infront of you. honestly, in your defense, the guy was mostly aloof and seeing at your lack of response and his continued chatter he wouldn't have minded talking to a wall.

you understood that, but ofcourse..

feeling a palm on your waist you look up to zuko's form towering over you, "do excuse us" he smiles, pulled tight at the corners "i must discuss something with my wife"

you shudder at his stress on the word.

before the minister could reply, your husband is already leading you away with a slight hand on your lower back.

coming to a stop at the balcony, you move to the edge breathing in the fresh air, you rest your hands against the railing, the chatter from inside much quieter now.

behind you, zuko doesn’t speak. which, after many years of knowing and loving him, is how you know he’s annoyed.

“you’re staring,” you say after a moment, not turning.

“i’m not”

you glance over your shoulder, the sleeve of your dress slipping just so, "is something the matter?"

and there he is, arms crossed, jaw set, the faint glow of lantern-light catching in his eyes still sharp and still fixed on you like you’ve personally offended him.

"had a good conversation?" his tone poses an innocent question, but you know better.

"it was hardly a conversation, my lord" you wave your gloved hand in the air, a dismissive gesture "he was talking at me"

"but you were laughing" there it is, he'd caught your bait.

"firelord zuko,”

turning around you lean back on the railing, a grin etched onto our face,

“are you perhaps jealous?"

“what?” he snaps immediately, “no”

too quick, far too defensive, bingo.

"it's alright if you are-" you lightly chuckle only to be cut off by him,

"i'm not jealous" he repeats and you tap your chin as if in thought "ofcourse, my lord"

he lifts his shoulders, trying to intimidate "do not humor me", you laugh again arms wrapped around your stomach.

"zuko, what do you want from me?" your tone is light and your face holds a cheerful smile, he is adorable.

zuko walks forward, his arms coming up on your sides, adjusting your collar and encaging you in his presence, his scent a masculine flame much like his golden eyes, "you don't laugh like that with me"

your breath hitches at the dwindling space between the two of you, yet you cover it up by being as cocky as ever, "my lord, i cannot give you what you have not earned"

zuko moves closer than ever, his breaths hitting your nape "to speak on earning.." you inhale sharp, hands coming up to push at his shoulders, to no avail.

"alright, i give in zuko, i just laughed to be kind, i didn't even listen to what he said!" you wriggle out of his embrace, against your will but ofcourse, this location was far too public for your liking, and perhaps his too.

"we'll continue this conversation later, hm?"

zuko pats your waist, leaving you with flushed cheeks.

firefly; oh firelord zuko save me ❀ུ͏  

[jjonggies]

#needthat…

[illumoria]

suguru and his sleepy girl ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

“c’mon baby, you have to get up.” suguru smiled, the sunlight filtering in through the curtains casting a warm—almost angelic glow across his features. suguru was so beautiful when he woke up. his long hair cascaded down his back and shoulders, the silky locs always tickling you whenever he shifted in bed. his soft hands always held you close, providing you comfort and warmth you’d find in no one else.

waking up to him was like heaven. he was always gentle, kissing you awake with his lips against your chubby cheeks, tickling your sides until you broke out in a smile. he took care of you like you were something fragile everyday—especially when it came to your sleep. he believed in coaxing you awake carefully—that every single person in the world was the most vulnerable when unconscious, so when it came to you? he was as tender as possible, taking care of his darling little kitten.

“no..too early.” you whined, burying your face deeper into his bicep, his body heat providing you more comfort than a heated pillow.

“hm..alright.” he started, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. “but, don’t be upset when you sleep half the day—time we could’ve been spending together…but you chose your bed over me.”

that made you crack an eye open to look at him.

the little bastard was still smiling, looking down at you teasingly. what a little—

“you’re twisting my words, suguru!” you pouted, flopping over onto your stomach to hide your face from him. “i just don’t wanna get up everyday at seven like you dooooo…”

“but when you wake up at the same time as i do, i get to be with you longer..” he murmured, playfully tickling your lower back, his fingers dangerously close to the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“stop teasing…”

“wake up and i won’t have to.”

“augghhhh suguru that’s so unfair…”

“you wouldn’t want me to play dirty then would you? attack while you’re asleep?”

“mmffghg…”

“i’ll take that as a yes.”

masterlist

[jjonggies]

yawwwp !!!

[catdraiochta]

circle of sleep <3

[dolcegbaby]