Jan 10
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I MISS FLUFFY FICS EVERYTHINGS SMUT NOW💔
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𖦹 your daughter fought another kid at the daycare ⋮ a gojo fluff fic.
♯ guess who is back 👀 from this request, thank you dear anon for requesting this, hope you enjoy it! the fic didn't meet my expectation but i hope y'all still like it 😔 love you guys!
water dripped from the edge of Satoru's umbrella as he followed you through the daycare's front door, shoes squeaking slightly against the floor. the building was quieter now that most of the kids had gone home.
your daughter sat alone in one of the tiny tables near the window. her arms crossed and her face scrunched into a glare.
Satoru leaned down beside you. "She looks just like you," he murmured.
you ignored him with an eye roll.
the teacher spotted the both of you and gave a small, tired smile.
"Thank you for coming," she said. "There was a little incident during art time."
"Little?" you repeated, eyeing your daughter, who sank lower into her chair.
the teacher sighed softly. "Another student commented on her drawing and she reacted.. physically."
"Physically? Like what?" you asked.
the teacher blinked at you. "She pushed another student."
"Oh."
beside you, Satoru crouched beside her chair immediately, resting his chin against his hand. "Okay, sweetie," he started. "In your defense, was he annoying?"
your daughter nodded without hesitation. "Really annoying!"
the teacher sighed again before gesturing toward the table nearby. "It started because of her drawing."
both you and Satoru looked toward the table at the exact same time. the drawing in question sat crumpled there. it was.. definitely something.
Satoru tilted his head slightly. "Is that supposed to be a cat?"
your daughter gasped. "It IS a cat!"
"Ohh," he nodded slowly. "Okay, i see the vision now."
you snorted loudly beside him.
"He laughed at it," your daughter continued. "And then he crumpled it!"
Satoru looked down at the wrinkled paper on table. then back at her. "... that's actually kind of disrespectful," he admitted.
she nodded vigorously. "He said it didn't even look like a cat!"
"It does look like a cat, sweetheart."
"It does?"
"Mhm," he picked up the paper, studying it for a moment. "A weird one."
"Dad!"
"But still a cat," he grinned.
you looked between the two of them and sighed. "Satoru."
"Right, my bad," he set the drawing down before crouching in front of your daughter again. "You still can't push people, though."
her shoulders immediately slumped.
"But he ruined it," she said quietly.
for the first time, she sounded more upset than angry. kids cried over things adult would forget in minutes. broken toy, lost crayon, a drawing they'd spent all afternoon.. to them, those things were important.
and Satoru noticed too.
"I know," he said softly.
Satoru reached over and cupped her cheek for a moment. "But next time," he continued. "You tell the teacher first."
"What if they're still mean?"
"Then you come tell me and mom."
your daughter's shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, the stubborn frown she'd been wearing started to disappear.
your daughter reached over and smoothed one of the crumpled corners of the drawing before clutching it against her chest.
"Can we frame this?" she looked up at him.
"Of course, sweetheart."
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The 4 times your boss Sukuna tried confessing his feelings to you ! Sukuna’s a softie in this :( ooc…
The 1st time
It was the yearly company party. It happens every year on December 20th, everyone who works at Malevolent Co always attends. Fancy food, rich decorations, a lot of gambling, and a bunch of random rich men.
You mainly came for the rich and savory dishes that they served. You weren’t too special in the company—sure your boss Sukuna tends to ask for your help a lot but your role isn’t anything important.
You stood near the fountain of chocolate, dipping a strawberry and observing everyone. You didn’t notice him at first, standing right beside you. Sukuna looks down at you, the sunlight illuminating perfectly off of your skin—you looked divine.
“Is the chocolate to your liking?”. You paused mid chew and averted your eyes towards him. You flashed a small smile and quickly swallowed.
“Yes, It’s delicious—would you like some?”.
“Yes ma’am”.
You grab a strawberry and let the chocolate flow on it. You raise the strawberry towards his mouth, your hand moves under his chin to secure any dripping chocolate.
He pauses for a second, his eyes looking at you and then the strawberry. He grins as he slowly bites down, maintaining eye contact with you. You let out a soft chuckle as he pulls away, chocolate remains on the corner of his mouth.
“Hold on, you have some chocolate right here”. You lick your thumb and stand on your tippy toes. Using his shoulder as a support.
Sukuna touches around his face trying to find the mess. “Huh?Where?”.
You softly swipe your thumb on the corner of his mouth. Discarding the remains of chocolate. Your thumb stays there as you both gaze at each other. Sukuna’s hands planted on your hips, stabling your balance.
Sukuna thought this was the perfect moment to finally confess to you. The both of you alone in each others worlds, your bodies blending together—it was marvelous.
“I have something to conf-“. He gets cut off by the sound of a familiar infuriating voice.
“Hey! Look who it is!”. Sukuna snaps his head towards the voice, fucking Gojo—always ruining everything. He looks back at you, you nod your head and smile as you back away from him.
“Have a good night Sukuna”. You left. He could’ve told you right there, but no it was ruined.
Gojo pats Sukuna’s shoulder, “How you doing man?!”. Sukuna swats his hand away and storms out of the room.
The 2nd time
It was lunch time. Surprisingly there was no one in the break room, usually it’s packed with employees and the weird smell of everyone’s microwaved food.
You were munching on a juicy peach, writing down the upcoming stocks. Enjoying the peace and quiet that’s never been in the building.
Sukuna was pacing down the hall with his brows furrowed and a stack of papers in his hand. Seriously, Geto could not stop requesting a collaboration with Malevolent Co. His eyes got a glance of you, alone in the break room. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and approaches you—completely forgetting about the task at hand.
“Hey, you alright?”. You stop writing and turn your head towards him. He looked more handsome than usual for some reason.
“Yeah! Just wishing we had more coffee in here”. He lazily smiles and starts playing with one of his ear piercings. He does that when he’s nervous.
“I’m able to grant your wish if you come with me to grab coffee”. You drop your pen and swiftly organize your papers.
“I didn’t know you’re Aladdin”. You both chuckle, you stuff your papers into your bag as Sukuna swings your bag over his shoulder. “But yeah of course! Lead the way”.
Walking side by side one another in silence. It wasn’t awkward with uncomfortable tension, it felt peaceful. Then you remembered the moment at the party.
“Sukuna”, he looks down at you with his brow raised—“You said you had something to confess while at the party”. His expression faltered for a second but he’s swift enough to cover it up. “What was it?”.
His voice gets stuck in his throat, this might be the right time now. Or maybe at the coffee shop. He clears his throat and flicks your forehead. “I’ll tell you once we get there”.
He orders the both of you coffee and one other thing. Your sugary cheesecake that you always buy.
“How did you know this was my favorite?”. You take a piece and stuff it into your mouth.
“Just assumed it was. Seems like some shit you would buy”. Wrong. He knew it was your favorite because you would always eat it during lunch. Leftover Icing was always seen on your mouth whenever you talked to him after break.
You placed your fork down and brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “So, what was your confession?”.
It was time. Sukuna can finally let out his bottled up feelings for you. No more interruptions, he’s going to do it.
“I wanted to tell you this for a very long fucking time”. You giggle at his sudden rage. He takes a deep breath and softly exhales, “I really lik-“, the sound of ringing and vibration comes from your phone.
“Sorry Sukuna hold on”. He quietly grunts in frustration, seriously these interruptions are pissing him off. “Are you okay? Do you want me to come over right now?”. Sukuna has a puzzled look on his face, who are you talking to?
You end the call and quickly get up. “What’s wrong?”, he gets up and grabs your bag, throwing away the food.
“My mom has a really bad fever—I’m sorry sukuna but can you give me a ride?”. He nods his head as you both hurry out of the shop.
This was the second time he couldn’t do it. He started to think it’s completely useless to confess now. The universe must have something against him with all of these unnecessary interruptions.
The 3rd time
It was Valentine’s Day. The building is bustling with chatter, secret admirers, and a bunch of heart filled chocolate tins. You don’t get anything on Valentine’s Day, you didn’t expect anything from anyone.
So to your surprise, when Sukuna called you into his office he was holding an enormous bouquet of your favorite flowers and that sugary cheesecake.
“Happy Valentine’s Day brat”. You flash him that adorable smile of yours and gently take the bouquet from his hands.
“These are beautiful Sukuna!”, he does that boyish grin that you like and eyes you up and down. Your outfit is different from usual today. A pink button up, light grey slacks, white flats with a small bow, and your hair was tied up. In his eyes you always look magnificent but today felt different. Maybe it was the love in the air.
“Yeah, they reminded me of you. Beautiful flowers deserve a beautiful woman”. You stare at him with a surprised expression, your handsome boss just called you beautiful.
He realizes what he just said and runs a hand over his face in embarrassment.
“Fuck um, I heard that somewhere on the internet..”
The scary intimidating Sukuna got embarrassed. Not a casual sight for anyone in Malevolent Co.
You giggle as you place the bouquet down on his desk. You step closer to him, planting your hand on his bicep.
“If that’s the case..” , you stand on your tippy toes as your hand softly grasp the side of his face. Your lips leaving a small kiss on his cheek, your lip gloss placing a faint stain.
“I think a handsome man deserves a kiss”. He gazes at you in awe, his hands on your hips rubbing small circles with his thumb.
This was perfect. Perfect time and day to release his bottled up feelings. The day of love, surely no interruptions can happen.
“I have to tell you something. Like now”. You nod your head in anticipation.
Sukuna looks around, just in case a bitch ass person tries to interrupt again. He was in the clear, he averts his eyes back to you.
His throat suddenly goes dry, he tried doing this two times already. Yet he still gets nervous. He clears his throat and lets the words flow out.
“I have feeli-“, of course he was delayed. Yuji barges into his office and throws down a stack of papers onto his desk.
“What the fuck is it now?”. Sukuna releases his hold on your hips as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Toji keeps sending these weird warning voice mails saying he’s gonna fuck up the company—if we don’t pay him a million dollars!”. Yuji picks up the papers and slap it onto Sukuna’s chest.
Sukuna reads one of the papers and slams it into Yuji’s face.
“For fuck sake, give him a million dollars then—I don’t care”.
At this rate, he won’t be able to confess. Like at all. Maybe this is life telling him you both don’t belong with each other.
The 4th time
Gojo invited everyone to a lantern festival. It was nighttime, the stars sparkled as the moon illuminated in the dark. It was perfect for the lanterns.
There was blankets laid out on the grass as everyone laughed and shared chatter. You were sitting alone, admiring the jet black sky.
Sukuna walked towards you and gently lowered himself down next to you.
“It looks heavenly, doesn’t it?”. You look beside you, he was already staring at you. He looked so gentle and tender under the moonlight’s illumination. His salmon hair being slightly disheveled, his silver piercings shinning, and his crimson eyes admiring you. Truly divine.
“Yes it does”. The both of you aren’t looking at the sky, no it was completely forgotten. “Do you want to light a lantern with me?”.
He flicks your forehead and smirks, “Of course I do, silly girl”.
The both of you begin assembling the lantern. Sukuna grabs a pen and quickly writes something on the front. You immediately notice it and stare at him with warmth.
It was both of your Initials with a plus sign in between them. And a colored in heart at the end.
“Our initials huh?”, you hold the big lantern in your hands as you stare at the writing.
“Yes, our initials”. He grabs one of the lighters as he lights up the bottom of the lantern.
You observe the people around you, everyone was standing up and holding their lanterns. Laughter and even cries can be faintly heard. You and Sukuna both stand up at the same time, the two of you holding each side of the lantern.
As time closes in to let go and release it, Sukuna has no time to waste.
He says your name as he stares at you with tenderness. His hands overlapping yours while holding the lantern.
“I really like you. I’ve always have. Ever since you started working for me”. Your mouth slightly opens in shock. Your eyes filled with fondness are now widen.
He pauses and inhales deeply. He lets all of it spill out of his mouth.
“The way you carry yourself with kindness. I see the way you treat people and mainly how you treat me. You’re not scared of me. You saw me. You always have”. His eyes slowly start filling up with tears.
His voice starting to crack as he feels the emotions bubbling up.
“You’re a woman filled with adoration. Overflowing with love. I want to experience your love. Your kindness. And especially your warmth”.
His tears slowly running down his cheeks. His breathing is uncontrolled, and his hands gripping the lantern harder.
“May I experience all of that with you?”.
You smile as one of your hands come up to his cheeks and softly wipe away the wetness. Your hand stays on his cheek as you look him in the eyes.
“You may”.
Right when you say that everyone releases their lanterns into the air. You and Sukuna let go of the lantern as you brace your arms around his neck. His hands on your hips once again, but this time it happens.
Both of your lips hovering so close to one another, he closes the gap as his grip on your hips hardens. Your fingers playing with his hair as you feel the softness of his lips against yours.
Sukuna finally confessed.
a/n: I know I know..it’s ooc for Sukuna. I just thought a soft sukuna would be nice to write :).
"till death do us part." bucky barnes.
summary: you invite bucky as your plus one to your best friends wedding. when you step up on that stage to give the speech of your life, he can’t seem to hide his adoration for you.
pairing: boyfriend!bucky x maid of honour!reader
word count: 4.5k
content contains: fluff, established relationship, set during a wedding, alcohol consumption, bucky and reader are in love.
a/n: ive had this idea 4eeevvvvveerrrrrr but only just now decided to write it because i was peer pressured. peer pressure works. this is more chopped up scenarios than it is an actual fic… i also actually wrote like half of this at a wedding. also hey first gif ive ever put into a moodboard?? do we like or do we hate
as satoru gojo's best friend, you agreed to take on the responsibility of helping him raise both the young megumi and tsumiki. a/n: some old dadjo fluff I had in the drafts
꧁ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ ꧂
you and satoru had established an unspoken routine every saturday.
it was the only day neither of you were pulled away by missions, obligations, or the constant chaos that seemed to orbit your lives. you both figured, why not spend the day with the kids? it's like the both of you agreed to play family and neither of you had verbally acknowledged it.
he'd take megumi- or rather drag him out to the local family mart and gather snacks.
some familiar and (unofficial) family approved favorites. some are impulsive, chosen by most likely satoru and his desire for snacks that are "questionable enough to be interesting."
you stayed behind in the comfort of the apartment and claimed the calmer half of the saturday ritual, a girl's day with tsumiki.
the "girls day" entailing tying her hair in little pigtails, watching the lasted episode of your favorite drama, and the best part, the anticipation of bsf barging back in with his overload of junk food.
can i request steve x reader fic where they’re dating but she’s been hiding that she gets panic attacks since being apart of the upside down crew and steve witnesses one and calms her down?
MY EIGHTH WONDER
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pairing: bf!steve x anxious!gf!reader
summary: as the others go ahead with their plan to kill vecna, you have one of your panic attacks caused by the pressure and fear of these recent events. your boyfriend steve is there to calm you down
warnings: panic attacks and anxiety in general, fluff
word count: 1,2k
a/n: thank you so much for requesting this — as person with anxiety, your request was a bunch of fresh air. i really hope i portrayed it how you imagined it, and i satisfied your expectations. obviosly, i described it based on how i personally live my panic attacks!
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it’s been two week since your boyfriend steve convinced you to join his group. a couple adults and a few kids — who steve calls “his nuggets”. you had known about the upside down through robin, but never thought you’d end up being part of their team and see yourself kill one those demogorgon creatures. it’s hard, it’s scary most of the times and incredibly stressing for your mental health. you’re in this constant state of anxiety, your body giving you signs of clear stress and exhaustion — you find yourself often having panic attacks, but you know you can’t tell steve about this. he’ll worry and he already has too many things to take care of at the moment. you’ve always handled this on your own and you will continue to — it’s not a big deal.
but it’s getting worse. you used to feel them coming and have time to lock yourself in somewhere hidden, away from unwanted attention. though, now you just get them; they’re sudden and invasive — your breath itches in your throat, your eyes desperately dart everywhere to find a metaphorical exit. this is too much to handle all by yourself.
"who’s bait?" robin asks, her face worried but not as much as yours. the others and you are gathered around the table, pieces of paper scattered all over and showing scratches of an hypothetical plan.
"they want el, any other person is not going to work." mike states, his voice firm and almost sounding upset.
steve looks at you, checking if you’re alright. you lift your gaze and give him a reassuring smile. it’s like he’s sensed there’s something wrong with you, even if you keep avoiding the matter.
"y/n? could you distract vecna?" nancy speaks. your heart leaps up and your eyes widen for a millisecond.
no, there’s no way.
it’s not like you’re not brave or anything, it’s just that it’s getting too overwhelming lately. and you cannot bear it anymore. you need a break.
"negative. i refuse, sorry," you apologize like they don’t have other people to ask to, your eyes watering for no reason. why are you acting like this?
steve notices everything. every little movement of your face and hands. he’s stepping closer before you can even observe it, until you can feel the heat of his body. "you okay?" he whispers, his head nodding in hope to see you mirror his movement.
yes. sure, you’re fine.
you wanna say it — say those words out loud and make sure he doesn’t worry about you. but your knees suddenly feel weak and your vision starts to spin. you can’t control it anymore.
you panic.
"hey, hey… wow," steve’s ears perk up and his hands reach to keep you balanced on your feet. he watches you start to pant heavily, not able to control your breathing and calm yourself down anymore. your mind is blurry, your eyes are looking for that exit again.
"no, hey, look at me," he grabs your shoulders firmly. as the others slowly start to notice something’s off, steve is already dragging you out of the room. they weren’t gonna judge you anyway, but he knows how much you care about what the others might think of you, especially in such a vulnerable state.
"bathroom… come with me," he’s realized this is a panic attack, and he’s now weighing his words carefully. he doesn’t want to scare you, neither making you panic more.
"here we are, let’s sit on the floor, okay?" he gently takes your shaking hands and guides you down on the warm carpet. "i’m here, princess."
you’re still panicking, your anxiety having its way with you, but steve’s presence is doing something. you unconsciously know you’re in good hands.
his kisses your wrist, your skin soft and smooth for him to love. "think we can do a little game, mh?" he caresses your shoulder as he tries to keep eye contact with you. you can tell by his look that he’s hurting to see you like this.
"name 5 things you can see right now."
"this is stupid—"
"try. do you trust me?" you look at him with those questioning eyes, but get immediately comforted as you meet his soothing ones. he looks so trusting and loving.
"okay… i… can see the bathtub, the shower curtain, the sink, the tiles, and… the yellow towel."
"that’s very good, princess… now can you name 4 things you can touch?" he kisses the top of your head, holding you close but not in a suffocating way.
"uhh…" you whimper, still panting heavily. "you’ve got this," he speaks again.
"i can touch your hand… the carpet, the shampoo bottle, and your beautiful hair," you joke, your usual gorgeous smile appearing on your face again.
"that’s it… now 3 things you can hear?"
"well, your voice… mine, and the small drops of water falling from the broken sink."
"you’re doing amazing, baby. and what about 2 things you can smell? can you do that?"
you’re enjoying this. you’re calming down. your breathing is almost normal again.
"your cologne and the bathroom’s humidity."
"mh, and which one is better?" he grins, his hand reaching to brush a strand of hair out of your face. he looks at you, he hopes to hear you giggle.
and you do. "of course, your cologne."
"you sure? i’m pretty convinced that the bathroom’s humidity would be a sexy scent if they sold it."
"oh, shut up," you’re laughing again at his stupid jokes.
"especially if it’s gonna be a notorious brand… those pathetic people would go crazy over new trends, don’t you think?" he makes you laugh more, testing you.
then he gets closer and cups your face in his bigger hands.
"last but not least… 1 thing you can taste?" you look down at his mouth — yours already slightly parted — and with that, your lips merge together. softly, perfectly. your panic attack has subsided, your arms reaching for him and wrap around his neck.
when he pulls away, his keeps his forehead against yours, letting you know he’s here. you nuzzle your nose against his, silently thanking him.
"you, i can taste you."
he smiles. "what do i taste like?"
"like the world’s eighth wonder."
"you’re my eighth wonder, y/n."
you wanna melt at his words, at the sound of his voice mouthing that sentence. and internally, you do. the blush is on your cheeks, colored enough for him to notice and give your lips another peck.
"was it the plan? the bait offer?" he knows what stressed you.
"both. i just… i can’t do this." you groan, worrying again.
"it’s alight, nobody will force you, okay?"
"but i don’t want you to go alone."
his eyes soften. he knows how much you need him.
"i can’t leave them alone, but i can stay with you sometimes. you know, away from the dangers for a while."
his fingers caress your soft cheek, wiping away any remaining tears. "is that what my girl wants, hm?"
you nod, feeling at ease now. tranquil, serene. you’re with steve. you’re safe.
"wash your face and rinse your wrists with cold water," he says as he stands up. you do as he tells you, and turn on the water, letting it run till it gets chilling. you can see from the corner of your eye that he didn’t leave. he’s still here — leaning against the doorframe, observing you.
"go, i’ll join you," but he doesn’t move an inch.
"i’m not in a rush."
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