⤷ tags: fluff, established relationship, internet trend
You step lightly into your bedroom, careful not to rouse the sleeping form inside.
Keigo looks cute like this. He's finally at peace, snuggled deep in your blankets. His bushy brows, knotted tighter together with each day, finally relax above his closed eyelids. It's the first time in weeks you've seen his face without a deep wrinkle in the middle of his forehead.
His wild, windswept hair pools over your pillowcase, and a small, content smile graces his lips.
This has probably been the longest your poor lover has been able to sleep. His job is keeping his schedule packed.
You almost feel guilty for the prank you're about to pull.
Ensuring your phone is recording, you tiptoe up close. Then, with a frantic hand on his shoulder, you jostle Keigo awake. "Babe, babe wake up."
He stirs, only to swat you off. He mumbles something that you think is supposed to be "five more minutes".
You shake him a little harder. "Come on, Kei. My boyfriend's coming."
He props himself up, just barely. The covers slide down. "Huh?" He rubs at his eyes, trying to pull himself from the undoubtedly deep sleep you'd just interrupted.
"You gotta hide. My boyfriend's coming."
You change tactics, tugging on his arm with urgency. He stares at you for a moment, eyes narrowing.
"...Right."
He plops back down on the mattress, tugging the covers back over himself. He falls so heavily that it jerks you forward, and you're forced to let go.
You pause. This is the exact opposite of his typically alert, quick reflexes.
"Where's your hustle? Do you want to get caught--"
You yelp as he suddenly reaches out, yanking you into the bed. He wraps you in his arms before rolling over, pinning you to the mattress. In the tussle, your phone slips from your grip, lost to the sheets. His big, crimson wings fan out behind him, framing his back as he hovers above you. When your eyes meet his, they're heavy-lidded, but you catch his mix of exasperation and amusement.
"Caught by who, exactly?" He leans down, stealing a kiss from your lips. "I'm your fiancé." His fingers pointedly trace over the elegant ring he'd slipped on just a few weeks ago. His touch lingers, long enough for heat to rise to your cheeks.
Then he plops right on top of you, burying you under his weight.
"Oof. What if you're just my side piece, huh?" Your fingers slide into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.
He snorts at the absurdity of your statement, arms wrapping around your middle. He kisses at your neck before his head settles on your chest. His eyes flutter close. "I can take 'em."
You laugh. You suppose your silly prank never had a chance.
a/n: ngl guys my lest semester of uni is kicking my ass but i'm finally near the end yay! thought this trend would be fun and silly to share. the first thing i've written that's not academic related in months </3
I have a personal vendetta against people who clog up X-Reader tags with complaints/memes, like I'm trying to find fan art or a fic, not you complaining about authors or posting memes. I'd look up a meme if I wanted to find one. Like, seriously, stop clogging up the tags. I'm literally just scrolling through blocking people atp.
Also y'all have gotten waaay too comfy critiquing fanfiction on the internet and y’all take it away too far.
waittt guys coraline au where geto is the other mother like hello??? tell me suguru geto mother of the year isn’t literally her. gojo as his accomplice and the other father obv. will actually elaborate on this stay tuned.
──── ❝ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 ’𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔?𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! . . . starring 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 taking (forceful) care of your headache :: gn!reader + implied sorcerer :: fluff, loads of banter :: also leetle hurt/comfort ::
had a nice day? yeah, no, i can literally count those lines under your eyes, dingus. sit back down and listen to me waffle about satoru taking care of your headache.
perhaps, headache is a lighter word.
(this is war.)
an ever so steady hum goes on and on and on within your skull— resonating at the so empty yet so full corners of your mind— your right? your left? you can’t quite tell; the letters staining the dull report all fade into one mocking river, reminding you of your inability to flow. all you know is the doomsbell singing of your demise in overly loud tunes, letting the world know of your falling. a step back, a step infront— god, just where are you headed to?
“thaaat’s it,” you hear a voice hum just behind you, but it is a different kind of hum this time. this one holds your trembling hand in its own scorched one, instead of engraving it against the blistering soil of your forehead. “you’re getting put on timeout.”
“satoru,” your nose scrunches up, but satoru can be very dog eared when he wants to be— in fact, he’s got a phd at being a very inattentive husky high off anaesthesia. constantly ignoring your barely coherent grumbles and feeble attempts to push him away. his hand remain clasped into yours as he pulls you into his arms, the free one brushing ever so slightly against the crown of your head.
“get off.”
“no can do.” your head falls back against his shoulder with a groan— which is born partly out of the sheer exhaustion of keeping up with the missions, partly out of your annoyance towards your boyfriend with very unfortunately timed care, and partly out of the silence that’s beginning to settle amongst the catastrophic cacophony gnawing at your nerves.
(begrudgingly, yes, settling indeed.)
and so, you let your bones sink in a little deeper against satoru’s— half open eyes only partly registering that he’s still got his uniform on. the whirlpool on the button against the dark fabric seems to swallow you whole, but with the scent of mint and something satoru, you manage to glare right back at it with equal ferocity.
“oh, so now you don’t put up a fight,” you hear him huff against your cheekbone. “could’ve made my ambushing a lot more easier, ya know.”
“where’s the fun in that?” you murmur, and satoru rolls his eyes. look at you, still burning like a forgotten lamp amidst a thunderstorm with those slurred out retorts and sleepy eyes. the fire is what makes you feel alive, but that’s only because you don’t know the coolness of water against an open wound feels like. “anyway, the hell’s timeout supposed to mean? you make me sound like some toddler caught watching jeff the killer.”
“timeout is right here,” satoru’s nose nudges against your temple, and you suck in a breath as his arms tighten around you by just a fraction. “i don’t trust a cage made out of any material other than satoru gojo, thank you.”
you wriggle your eyebrows. “even if it’s less reactive towards a kikufuku bait?”
“girl, please. i’m not as much of a depraved diabetic as you make out me to be.”
“the dentist’s appointment said otherwiii—”
“that was a weekly checkup,” he dismisses your jabs with a mere flick of his wrist, “and quit all this prattle, please, you’re going to wear yourself out before that migraine does.” your scandalized gasp is muffled by satoru’s lips landing on yours for merely a second— bastard, he knows how quick that shuts you up— “besides, babe, it’s kind of my job to have the loud head syndrome, alright?” something soft covers your eyes, and you realise that it’s his blindfold. “so you’re kind of doing overtime at the wrong desk.”
goodness.
you can feel his smile pierce through you at the back of your head. catastrophic dimples glimmering, at the go to charm your deathday with an ounce of insufferable fondness to their name.
you swallow, lashes fluttering against the soft fabric. your heart squeezes painfully in your chest.
(and perhaps— a bit of it in his.)
“go on,” satoru says, his blunt edges softening to something that becomes one with the silence in your head. “go to sleep.”
your hand wraps around his finger on instinct, like a frayed red string begging for reassurance even though a piece of him wraps itself so close ’round your gaze. “will you be here when i wake up?”
a chuckle leaves the back of his throat, guising the way his chest burns with something too tender to name.
“i’ll be here when you wake up,” he whispers, “and i’ll be here long after you do.”
guys i’ve actually been working on getting an arch nemesis and i had one for a bit okay they kept road raging at me and it was kind of funny ngl but i need a new one now because i don’t think i can beat them in a fistfight so that completely defeats the purpose if im not winning
This is important. The most important move of your entire career. The most beautiful creature to have ever existed is sitting right there. He’s just playing on his phone. on your couch. Dangerous move from him.
A foolish move even, as you creep up behind the couch towards your target. You still as the wind shifts, if you were caught now, everything would be for nothing. You would have to give up your hero license, change your name, move cities- no countries. You couldn’t live this down.
You take one more teeny tiny step…
and then pounce!
You jump up onto hawks and tackle him. Shrieking with a nip to his biceps, his wings tangling with your limbs as he scrambles to push you off him.
Victory is yours!
“-Are you even listening? do you ever think before you jump?”…right the most beautiful creature in the world had the most beautiful voice in the world.
“shh im admiring your beauty.”
“Do you always appreciate beauty violently?” *a single bushy blonde eyebrow is cocked up next to beautiful golden eyes.
You sigh, Keigo just couldn’t appreciate the wat you appreciate art.
“You make me violently happy.” It sounds incredibly corny and annoying. perfect. you squish your face into your target.
Your eyes look up to meet his amused ones while you grin into his back. His phone that he had previously been scrolling tiktok on has been put down somewhere in the chaos. His head’s tilted slightly, at a weird angle to try and look at you on his back. There’s a gleam in his eyes that sharpens slightly.
…Wait.
Before you can process further he flips you onto the floor. you hit the ground with a thud and an audible groan, as the airs knocked out of you. his feathers protecting your head and making sure you didn’t hit the coffee table.
you lay there in defeat for a second, sulking, pouting even.
This is obviously the most ego crushing worst thing to have ever happened. Keigo is a cruel cruel man.
hey not to be dramatic or anything but if you supported @/tojioffline please get off my page. or block me. im incredibly upset by how people were treated. people. not blogs, not fanfiction accounts, actual real people who aren’t fictional characters. it is not funny or reasonable to be an asshole to people. they literally did nothing to you, however it is incredibly heartbreaking to log on trying to send a moot a picture of a cat or msg them and see that they’ve been hit with hate. why? why are we doing this guys? this isn’t middle school. theres no cool girl table. can we not just act like adults and move on. block them if you dont like them. block the tag. write your own shit.
me when jiah is so so precious and so so lovely. <3 HEJEHEHWH I MISSED YOUUUUU i stared longingly out the window like i was waiting for my husband to come back from war btw
guys btw i am working on a mutual yan! kenjaku x sukuna x uraume x suguru x satoru x reader where everyones a vampire who lives in a cute little coven and reader, satoru, and kenjaku are just huge menaces. i will try to post the first chapter to ao3 this week and ill link it here. i am a bit behind on my youtube posting schedule for cosplay because my ceramics professor made me cry and i kind of fell apart this week. also im one episode away from finishing danganropa and im starting chainsaw man tmrw. also im becoming a cowboy.
kenjaku x me because not only would i encourage him to be worse i would genuinely try to outdo him. my beautiful wife. he is so silly and i genuinely want to put him in a box and poke him. so proud of him for the culling games. <3
hey not an april fools joke but im starting a vlog on instagram! ill drop the username when i actually start posting!! i will be less active on tumblr. <3 thanks for being my friend guys!! ill try to answer messages and tag games dwww <3