Genre: Fluff
Pairing: House husband Geto x Reader
AN: I love him. He's so damn pretty. Who should I write next?
Have you seen him? He is mother material. Born to cook forced to slay. Let's say in a different world, you whisk this beautiful man into the domestic bliss of marriage.
Massive cottage core vibes with this one. He is very taken by the idea of not being regarded as a killing machine. Immediately busies himself with the task of decorating your shared home.
Just take this man away. Elope to mountains and save him (hermit begs you).
Wedding planning is another demon. He debates every single decision. Asking you about your preference between white gardenias or white peonies. (You love him and he is too sweet for you to say out loud that you for the end of the world cannot distinguish the flowers)
He creates elaborate flowcharts to compare the pros and cons of different cake flavors, or insists on stress-testing the honeymoon resort's structural integrity with a cursed technique (much to the staff's bewilderment).
Let's not even get into Gojo's best man speech. No one really recovered from that.
DIY projects are his shit. Renovating a raggedy old dresser into a vintage masterpiece is where his magic lies. Let this man cook.
Your home with him is a a whimsical blend of vintage finds and hand-stitched throw pillows adorned with subtle wards against lingering curses. Even the strategically placed spider plants weren't just decorative – they doubled as a natural barrier against negative energy (a discovery that both surprised and amused you).
His transition into a normal 'monkey' life was endearingly awkward, like the time he spent hours meticulously decoupaging a floral pattern onto a chair, muttering about the inefficiency of glue compared to a simple binding spell.
And the day Suguru is introduced to the world of crocheting, your world flips on its axis. The pure look of joy on his face unravels the seams of your heart as he presents you with the mood changing octopus on your birthday.
Weekends with him are craft days. With a classic rom-com in the background as he sits next to you, his hands busy in the dance of needles and yarn. Better even your fingers run through his hair, braiding his hair only to wake up to your husband with perfect mermaid waves next day.
You both are the kind of sickly sweet couple that cause Shoko to gag in cringe during holiday gatherings.
Your husband glows with the simplicity of life. His hands busy themselves with crafts, chores, gardening, never a moment of rest even in the hull of domesticity.
He is your Disney princess that rushes out to refill the bird feeder with the first rays of Sun, hums pleasantly at the sight of a perfectly baked batch of cookies, or paints the most delightful sceneries on your ceilings.
Geto Suguru was made to create. He loves the fresh scent of sheets, experimenting with new flavors of tea, or going down the path of BookTok with Faerie romances much to your astonishment.
It isn't long before, you both end up adopting teeny tiny twins from the local orphanage. Suguru's darling girls he spends his life nurturing.
He took to fatherhood with the same surprising zeal he brought to everything else. His days were filled with braiding tiny pigtails, reading bedtime stories with dramatic voice inflections (complete with a surprisingly convincing rendition of a grumpy troll), and building elaborate pillow forts that rivaled any jujutsu barrier.
And on nights when dreams of a different reality kept him away, you held his hand in yours. Calling your girls for a family sleepover in the living room. That was all it took to whisk the sadness away from your beloved's eyes.
here is sashimi. he is a boy or a pink pencil case. but yeah he’s a good baby buddies with day and N!B ( @wahhmochii the pencil case appears again owo)
a while ago i stumbled upon a yoonmin that's a college au! and it revolves around jimin building furniture and it disturbs his neighbor, yoongi. i've lost my sights of this fic, i was wondering if any of you know the name or author of it? it's on ao3 but that's as far as i remember. thank you!
Well, I am not completely sure but I believe that is is Wood You Be Mine? by 9395! I hope it is and you are able to enjoy it once again!
i wrote this in an hour, an hour after waking up. pls kill me now. its bad i promise
also wow look, new tag list (at bottom) just say if you wanna be tagged when i do this
Paring: analogical (bc fluff)
has some swearing,, literally one word
Papers were scattered everywhere across the dim library floor as Logan sat in the middle. For hours on end, he had worked out possible situations and their outcomes for every little action. Nobody else had seen him, worry settling in the other three. The most worry landed in his own boyfriend, Virgil. Virgil knew that around this time, the two would be cuddling and talking about nonsense, yet he was the only one on their shared bed. Knowing that Logan could hear him well from the room, Virgil took it upon himself to get the other to him.
“Babe! Get your ass over here and cuddle me!” He yelled/whined, the tone of his voice making the other sigh and stand up. Moments later, Virgil saw Logan walk in, a tired expression on his face. He softly sighed, getting up and taking off the others tie. Once that was done, he softly led the other to the bed, flopping down on it.
Soft hands gently rubbed around his back, massaging out the tension that was built up. The stress of before slowly lifted away as it was rubbed out, leaving a calm and relaxed feeling in its trail. Soon gentle arms were around the logical side, pulling him closer to the anxious side. Logan did the best he could to wrap his arms around the other, both boys melting into eachothers embrace. They fell asleep, wrapped up in their love.
