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HIS NAME IS YAM ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDINF ME
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“Megumi’s ears turn pink when he lies.”
“They do not!” Megumi’s eyes shot up from the book he had been reading, wide and shocked that you would say such a thing. But — sure enough — within seconds of saying that his ears had started to change to a shade of pinks
As if sensing it, his dropped his book and quickly covered his ears. You had started to laugh alongside your two other friends, finding the display to be comical and cute at the same time.
“No way!” Yuji laughed, Nobara had fallen into his side from laughing at the fact that brooding, stoic Megumi couldn’t lie without a dead giveaway. “Yes way! It’s been like that since we were kids!” You exclaimed proudly, ignoring the way Megumi grumbled as you further damned him.
“I always forget the two of you go WAY back.” Nobara finally caught her breath, wiping the tears from her eyes as she straightened again. “Yep, since Gojo brought him in.” You slung your arm around Megumi’s shoulder just for him to push it off.
“Aw ease up, Meg! You can tell them an embarrassing secret about me if you wanna make things even.” You pouted, bringing your drink to your lips as his gaze met yours.
“Y/N used to sleep in my bed until we entered middle school.”
You choked on the fizzy drink you had been sipping, half of it going back into the cup as you started to cough. “AYE!” Yuji seemed more appalled than Nobara, the short haired girl just muffling her laughter behind her hand.
You recovered quickly, setting your drink down just to smile sweetly. “I only stopped because Megumi got embarrassed about waking up with a morning hard-on everyday.” Forget his ears turning pink, Megumi’s entire face was turning bright red.
“I was going through puberty!” He practically hissed at you, ignoring the fact that Nobara and Yuji were practically crying at this point as the two of you argued like an old married couple.
An unfinished thought but it makes me giggle regardless :)
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the only way to trim sukuna's claws with minimal casualties
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"What about you, Sakusa?" the reporter shifts their gaze from Miya to the ravenette. "Do you have any game-day rituals?"
Sakusa knows what they expect him to say, maybe what most of the world expects him to say...that he's got an intensive cleaning routine.
That it starts early in the morning from the moment he wakes up. Showering, meticulous preparation of his breakfast, leaving his home in pristine condition to which he can return and shut out the world.
Yeah, all those routines are essential.
But there's one thing more important than all of that.
One thing that can alleviate the stress better than any of these compulsory behaviors.
Sakusa smiles shyly and ignores the incessant clicks of cameras going off to capture the rare expression.
"Yes," he admits. He's not looking at anyone, eyes unfocusing as he says your name barely loud enough for the press conference to hear.
There's a murmured 'aww' followed by a hush of realization that Sakusa doesn't understand.
When his mind returns to the present and sees everyone staring at him he glances at the gaping Jackals until
Atsumu cackles.
His deep, jubilant outburst cracks the tension and there's a roll of laughter, scandalized muttering, and more affectionate 'awws'.
"Geez 'O-'Omi," Atsumu wheezes, "ya make-ya make it sound like ya need a good fucking before an' after a match." The setter has to wipe away tears as Sakusa's face pales. Then pinks. Then burns red.
He lunges across his teammates, Meian barely getting a hold of him before his hands can wrap around Atsumu's neck.
Across the city your office watches the press conference devolve into a common scene of chaos and embarrassment flames through your body.
Your friends give you cheeky compliments between jeers at the live broadcast. You stay silent.
Lips pressed into a tight line, eyes wide and disbelieving, you stifle every reaction you can as Kiyoomi's wrestled away from one teammate by another because even though the reporter had no idea what they were really asking and Sakusa wasn't really meaning it and Atsumu was just being his usual crass instigative-self,
he's not wrong.
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"What about you, Sakusa?" the reporter shifts their gaze from Miya to the ravenette. "Do you have any game-day rituals?"
Sakusa knows what they expect him to say, maybe what most of the world expects him to say...that he's got an intensive cleaning routine.
That it starts early in the morning from the moment he wakes up. Showering, meticulous preparation of his breakfast, leaving his home in pristine condition to which he can return and shut out the world.
Yeah, all those routines are essential.
But there's one thing more important than all of that.
One thing that can alleviate the stress better than any of these compulsory behaviors.
Sakusa smiles shyly and ignores the incessant clicks of cameras going off to capture the rare expression.
"Yes," he admits. He's not looking at anyone, eyes unfocusing as he says your name barely loud enough for the press conference to hear.
There's a murmured 'aww' followed by a hush of realization that Sakusa doesn't understand.
When his mind returns to the present and sees everyone staring at him he glances at the gaping Jackals until
Atsumu cackles.
His deep, jubilant outburst cracks the tension and there's a roll of laughter, scandalized muttering, and more affectionate 'awws'.
"Geez 'O-'Omi," Atsumu wheezes, "ya make-ya make it sound like ya need a good fucking before an' after a match." The setter has to wipe away tears as Sakusa's face pales. Then pinks. Then burns red.
He lunges across his teammates, Meian barely getting a hold of him before his hands can wrap around Atsumu's neck.
Across the city your office watches the press conference devolve into a common scene of chaos and embarrassment flames through your body.
Your friends give you cheeky compliments between jeers at the live broadcast. You stay silent.
Lips pressed into a tight line, eyes wide and disbelieving, you stifle every reaction you can as Kiyoomi's wrestled away from one teammate by another because even though the reporter had no idea what they were really asking and Sakusa wasn't really meaning it and Atsumu was just being his usual crass instigative-self,
he's not wrong.
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Hi hope you‘re doing well!!! I wanted to ask if you could write a scenario with Gojo and fem reader where she‘s lying on the bed reading and he wants her attention and she just grabs him and let‘s him cuddle her while she‘s reading I CAN‘T STOP THINKING ABT THIS
used to it — gojo satoru x gn!reader
despite all your complains, huffs, and eye rolls, you never truly found satoru’s affection bothersome. in fact, you found it very endearing and cute how he can be so openly infatuated with you.
in the beginning, you thought that perhaps his theatrics were blown out of proportion. that while yes he did want your attention, he surely didn’t want it that much.
but you were wrong, so very wrong.
you remember that one time you had left early to get some groceries, leaving satoru in the bed alone. in your defense, you were going as quickly as you could.
“I gotta go back before satoru realizes I am not in bed!”
you underestimated him. because the very moment he woke up, he looked around for you, under the bed, in the cupboards, and even in the chimney. his brows furrowed when there was no sign of you.
he whispered, eyes going through the room once again, but to no avail, “yn?”
his lips quickly formed into a pout and he whined—loudly, “y/n?!”
you instantly got a call from one very sad gojo satoru who was whining and complaining about how you left him all alone to fend for himself for hours and hours on end. you had checked the time right after that.
it had been 20 minutes.
anyways, you’re not new to gojo’s massive need for love and affection. you can also proudly say that you learned how to satiate him while not troubling yourself.
let’s take today as an example.
the new volume of your favorite book had finally dropped. so you sent a text to satoru telling him that you would be busy for tonight.
of course, that is unacceptable in his book so he told you that he would go to your house after he was done with his mission.
you were able to finish a couple of chapters before he finally burst through the door, exclaiming, “the world’s most eligible bachelor is here!”
you send a small smile his way and swiftly continue reading your book. he pouts, sulky about the lack of attention, “babe?”
“mhm?”
getting a mic out from god knows where, he clears his throat and delivers the best performance of his life, “I want your love and I want your revenge—“
silently, you pull him into your arms.
satoru tends to forget how strong you’re—especially because of all the things you go through as a sorcerer—,but he happily buries his face in the crook of your neck with a smile plastered on his pretty face, “you don’t want me to serenade you?”
you chuckle, “not really, and with bad romance out of everything?”
he gasps, offended, “I will have you know that lady gaga is an absolute icon!”
with a roll of your eyes, you continue silently reading while resting the book on his back—you doubt it weights anything to him though.
a few beats pass before satoru gazes up at your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “how was your day, pretty?”
“good,” you murmur then you kiss the top of his head and push it back to your chest. he welcomes it before he slightly turns his head and mumbles, “okay, so I should shut up?”
a giggle escapes your lips as you nod and start carding your fingers through his hair. he hums, murmuring a small ‘i love you’, before falling silent once again.
you assume that he is asleep. a soft sigh leaves your lips as you hug him a little tighter and gladly continue reading your book.
a grin breaks out on your face; you’re finally getting to the good part!
you quickly turn the page and your eyes dart to the beginning of the page in unbelievable speed. a gasp almost escapes your lips as you realize that the character has—
“y/n, how many chickens would it take to be able to kill a lion?”
the character has had enough of the husband and is about to murder him in his sleep.
“I mean like have you ever thought about—wait, babe, I am sorry, don’t hurt me—“
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roommates to lovers with osamu but instead of some big confession he randomly kisses you goodbye at the door as he’s leaving for work one day like it’s the most natural thing in the world. you don’t register it happened until he’s already gone and he spends half an hour sitting in his car head on the steering wheel having a crisis
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FAN FAVOURITE MOMENTS
gn!reader | timeskip kenma, hinata, sakusa, suna
KENMA’s chat has never moved faster than now as you sit together and watch edits that fans have made of him, and the two of you. you jokingly coo and hug him when you find an edit about “how he looks at you.” “ken! oh my god, you’re so—” “shut up, scroll away already.” “no, i’m sending this to myself, stop—give me the phone!” kenma turns away, forcing you to wrap yourself around him in a desperate attempt to grab the phone while it’s still on the video. the both of you are laughing when you yell, “chat, chat, somebody send that edit to me!” “chat, don’t listen to them. we aren’t even dating. this relationship was fake the whole time.” “shut the fuck up, kenma.” you say in mock annoyance—a grin still on your face—and hit his arm. he snickers as you stop to rest your head on his shoulder and frown. "please?" a beat passes before he huffs. “fine. i’ll send it to you after.” it was an inevitable outcome, but you still cheer and turn back to the stream to see everyone’s reaction, not catching the loving gaze he has on his face watching you again.
HINATA, despite his usual energy, finds his eyes drooping as he watches the live chat scroll past him. it was late, and he decided to talk to fans before going to bed—about upcoming games, a new restaurant he visited that he thinks might become a favourite, how he’s been looking for new shoes. it’s been maybe an hour when his responses are filled with more hums than sentences, and he decides to rest his head. by the time you find him, he’s been asleep for 10 minutes. “hi guys, i’m gonna end the live and get this guy to bed now,” you whisper with an amused smile. shoyo shuffles at the sound of your voice, and his comes out muffled against the pillow. “babe?” “sorry, sho, did i wake you?” “mm, ‘s okay. are you coming t’bed soon?” “yeah, just ending your live.” “...oh. goodnight everybody,” he murmurs and raises his fingers in what’s supposed to be a wave. his fans watch as he reaches for you, eyes still closed, and make sure to take screenshots of the sleepy, lovesick smile on his face after you kiss his forehead before the live ends.
SAKUSA’s always been teased about how little he posts on his social media outside of things related to his career. it’s not a shock that your relationship isn’t something he posts casually. after an interviewer jokes about how fans might think he’s single, or that you’ve broken up by this point, kiyoomi decides to make a photo dump encompassing the last few months with you. it has a photo of you tucked in bed and sleeping the first night at the new apartment, a video of you singing where he can be heard softly laughing in the background, a photo of you smiling at the birthday gifts and dinner you enjoyed together, a blurry selfie with the two of you kissing, and one where kiyoomi, known for his stoic face and attitude, is a little tipsy and smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck from behind. fans pour out words of support and excitement below his caption of “i love you. happy anniversary, and thank you for letting me be yours.”
SUNA and you are chatting with some fans when one asks if you’ve been watching anything lately. you both say the name of the drama you’re watching together without hesitation, the most recent episode still on your mind. “the way he like, turned her to face him and they were so close before finally kissing—” you cut yourself off with a grin, flustered at the thought as everyone excitedly agrees. “has suna ever done something like that?” someone asks. rintarou turns to you the same time you look at him, cocking his head to the side with a teasing smile. “yeah, have i ever done anything like that?” “no,” you lie, staring right at him. his fans team up, “ooooh”’s thrown his way. you’re not sure what anyone was expecting, but it wasn’t for him to take it as a challenge and step closer. the crowd is suddenly quiet as he leans in, eyes flickering from looking into yours down to your lips. “are you sure?” he murmurs. your breath hitches as he moves in even closer, lips barely an inch from yours. before you realize it, your eyes are fluttering closed as his hand comes to cup your face and lips meet yours. it’s barely a few days later until a video of you kissing goes viral, and rintarou is saving it to his gallery.
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“YOUR LAUGHTER IS THE SWEETEST SOUND.”
༄ sypnosis. you’re giving your boyfriend the silent treatment and he doesn’t have a clue why. thus he decides to find out in a rather special way.
༄ note. uhhh.. satoru’s been on my mind since forever and the fic ideas just keep coming so heres another one.
༄ tags. satoru x reader. female reader. just pure, tooth rotting fluff. satoru loves u sm. nicknames such as ‘sweets, babe(-y).’
“satoru. i’m counting to three.”
you stand in front of your boyfriend, hands on your hips and a frown on your face; satoru had taken your phone from you and is now holding it up out of reach.
“woah, ‘m so scared.” satoru mocks with a grin like the absolute menace he is, whistling a tune as he waits for you to do something about it.
you stood no chance since that man was above 6’3. that’s exactly what annoyed you most about the situation.
the reason he grabbed your phone from you was because you had given him the silent treatment ever since the early morning. for no apparent reason— or at least— one that satoru himself couldn’t figure out.
“satoru.” you sigh, clearly trying not to lose your temper with the guy.
“you have to tell me why you’re not talkin’ to me first.” the white-haired man shrugs nonchalantly, waving your phone back and forth in the air above.
you click your tongue and grab a pillow before throwing it at your boyfriend.
to your surprise, he lets the object hit him. it doesn’t faze him after all— he’s still steadily keeping your phone up with one hand.
satoru shakes his head and lets out a deep, over exaggerated sigh, “i would’ve given it back a looong time ago if you weren’t just so stubborn.”
that was a lie. he wouldn’t have.
the way satoru stood there with one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding up your phone way above his head, pissed you off so much more than you thought.
especially due to that little sly smirk that lingered on his face the entire time he taunted you.
“you’re extremely annoying.” you scoff.
after avoiding any close contact with your boyfriend for the entire day, you finally decide to get as close to him as possible. this was done with only one goal in mind: getting your phone back.
“got’cha.”
suddenly, you were lifted up and pinned down on the nearby couch— satoru hovering right on top of you while pinning both of your wrists above your head using one hand.
he had waited patiently for you to get close to him like that so he could pull such a cheap trick.
“now,” satoru starts, looking straight into your eyes as his warm breath slightly hits your face in the current state of close proximity, “tell me, baby.”
a second huff escapes your lips and you roll your eyes, “no can do.”
“aww— well, guess you left me no choice.” satoru sighs, his expression changing into a serious one.
he retreats from above you ever so slightly. you couldn’t see his eyes since his bangs covered them for the most part, though you could sense a certain shift in his aura.
“you have yourself to blame for this.”
his tone sounded like he wasn’t playing around either.
…
you were a second too late to react before satoru did. his hands moved at the speed of the light— landing right beneath your shirt. your eyes widened as you realised what he was doing;
satoru was going to torture the information out of you. with non-stop tickles.
“hey! s-stop!” you try to keep your expression stoic and devoid of emotion, but fail miserably at that task the moment you felt him tickling you.
“hmm? can’t hear ya.” satoru teases while his fingers kept moving quickly and repeatedly over the exposed skin under your shirt.
“you!” you try to warn the white-haired man seriously, though you burst into a fit of laughter instead.
satoru’s face lights up the moment he hears the sweet sound of your laughter. he’s grinning from ear to ear like he’s just won the best prize there was, “my baby’s so pretty when she’s smiling like this.”
neither his affectionate words nor his loving gaze had been noticed by you. the only thing you were capable of doing was laugh and try to get his hands off you.
“satoru! i swear—”
it’s like both of you were in your own worlds, focused on two entirely different things: you were trying so hard to stop your boyfriend from tickling you while he was lost in your beauty beneath him.
“tha’s not my name,” satoru pouted, increasing the intensity of his tickles.
he didn’t like it whenever you’d purposely avoid referring to him with affectionate nicknames.
you did that whenever you were upset with him and that’s why he always tries his best to not get on your nerves (keyword: tries. satoru somehow always manages to annoy you, though sometimes it’s on purpose since your reactions were adorable).
“i can’t anymore!” there’s tears welling up in your eyes due to you laughing and giggling non-stop. your stomach was also reaching its limit.
“i’ll stop if you say it,” satoru chuckles along, his blue eyes staring at you over the rims of his pitch-black lenses, “say ‘pleaaase, baby.’”
his fingers continued to ruthlessly tickle your sides while you tried to escape his grasp.
“c’mon, i know you can do it.” your boyfriend adds with a small smirk on his face.
“no way!” you shake your head while giggling uncontrollably. even in this state, you were somehow holding onto that avoidant attitude of yours.
“that’s no good, sweets.”
satoru decided to use his trump card: tickling your armpits. he’ll have you begging him to stop in no time.
as expected, you squeal and squirm around underneath the snowy-haired male, your breathing unstable due to the amount of laughter leaving your lips.
“w-wait—,” you manage to get out between giggles, “please, baby, i give up!”
satoru was content with your answer and rested his hands on either side of your body.
“wasn’t that hard, ey?”
you could see that victorious expression on his face which beamed of confidence. it made you roll your eyes.
“shut up.” you breathe out deeply as you try to regain your composure.
satoru’s thumb gently brushed your tears of joy away while he looked down at you fondly. you looked extremely precious like that; teary eyed, hair messy and a slight pout on your lips.
he doesn’t want this moment to end.
and thus he starts to act dumb.
“hmm.. what did i say again just now?” satoru scratches his head with his index finger like he was thinking deeply about something.
“nu-uh. don’t you dare.” you knew that whenever satoru feigned innocence in situations like these, chaos was going to unfold a moment later.
“that i’d stop if you said ple— eh, whatever. i don’t remember.”
satoru shrugs, that fake innocent expression turning into a mischievous one in under a split second.
before you could escape, satoru started to tickle you again. you really should’ve expected him to pull another cheap trick like that; it’s the gojo satoru after all.
“you just wait, satoru, i swear i’ll kick your ass!”
“i’d like to see you try, babe.”
your laughter fills satoru’s ears once more and it’s then that he realises for the umpteenth time how grateful he is.
he’s indebted to the heavens for granting him the chance to live at the same time as you.
at this point, satoru wasn’t even concentrated on getting information out of you. seeing you all giggly and happy like this was enough for him.
he didn’t want to pressure you too much into telling him your reason for the silent treatment earlier.
he’ll find out one way or another. just like he usually does.
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Very Brief Guide to [tumblr], for Reddit refugees
Shit You Must Do Right Fucking Now:
Change your profile picture, blog header, and title to something other than the defaults. Do it right now. You will be mistaken for a bot otherwise, and blocked.
Go into Settings -> Dashboard, scroll down to Preferences, and turn off the options in the picture. This will get rid of most of the algorithmic stuff.
Turn off Tumblr Live. You have to snooze it once every 7 days for some stupid reason. It's hosted through another company and will steal your data if you use it.
Go to your blog settings (under the little person menu) and turn off these two settings:
Turn off infinite scroll (lags the site) and turn on timestamps on posts, in the same menu as Preferences.
Basic Features of the Site:
Reblogs drive the entire site. If you'd upvote something on Reddit, you'd reblog it on Tumblr. You can add text, images, or tags to a reblog, but you're not required to.
The dashboard is the equivalent to your Reddit feed, and contains the posts of all the people you follow, with the newest at the top
You can send an ask to someone, and it'll appear in their askbox for them to answer. You can receive them too, or turn off the settings if you don't want.
Tags aren't actually used for finding stuff (search function is dogshit), but are more for categorizing. People also talk in tags. Because Tumblr is weird, you can't use quotation marks (") or commas in them without fucking it up
You can filter both tags and phrases under Account Settings; doing this will put a filter over a post that contains them, which you'll have to click through to see the post itself. Useful for avoiding hate speech or blocking out annoying stuff
You can make polls in posts. Here's one now.
Likes are useless. They literally do fuck-all except send a notification to the OP.
Stuff Tumblr Does That Other Sites Don't:
Very old posts (I'm talking from like 2012) often circulate on this site. There's no such thing as a post being "too old" to reblog
Blocking is highly encouraged; you can block someone for any reason. Even for just being annoying.
If you and someone else are following each other, you are mutuals. Mutuals are fucking awesome and are treasured like friends. Mutuals are a thing on other sites but Tumblr treats em differently.
You can screenshot someone's tags if you like them and add them to a reblog. This is called "peer review"
Sometimes someone will find a blog and go through it and like/reblog a bunch of posts. This is totally fine and not "creepy" like it is seen as on other sites.
Tumblr jokes often rely on Continuing The Bit and a "yes, and?" attitude. Goncharov is probably the best example of this.
We are fucking infested with bots. They will either have totally blank profiles or be filled with porn. Block and report on sight.
Censorship is pretty lax here. I can say "I want to brutally stab Elon Musk to death and watch him bleed out in front of a crowd" and nobody gives a shit.
General Etiquette:
Don't try to do epic clapbacks here, you'll probably just get laughed at or blocked. If someone is bugging you or spouting bigoted bullshit, block them.
Reblog art!!! Artists often struggle to gain traction on here; reblogging will give them a boost.
Not every reblog needs a comment or tag in it
You can go all out with tagging your stuff to organize it, or you can just leave it all blank. Someone might ask "hey, can you tag these posts as [x]?" and you can decide if you want to do that or not. It's generally polite to oblige, but "no" is still reasonable.
Avoid discourse like the plague. Filter it, block people who start it, scroll past it when you see it. Just don't get involved in it. Ever.
Don't put fandom tags or jokes on someone's posts about serious matters or personal shit
You're responsible for curating your own dashboard; if you complain about constantly seeing stuff you don't like, that's probably on you. Don't be afraid to unfollow.
Follower count doesn't matter much here and you don't have to make yours known if you don't want to.
Reblog, don't repost. Reblogging keeps the credit and doesn't "steal" engagement like Twitter retweets.
If someone likes something a LOT, they might reblog it like 30 times in a row. This is normal
Having a post blow up is actually kinda a bad thing, since it floods your notifications. There's a sort of in-joke about how having a big post is awful and people jokingly try to stop their own posts from blowing up, often in vain.
Tips:
Get XKit Rewritten if you're on desktop, it's a really helpful extension
In the little drop-down menu next to the 'Post now' button you can either save a draft, schedule a post, or add it to your queue. The queue lets you post things in order at a certain interval, which you can change. It's good for spreading stuff out over time.
You can use Shift+R to quickly reblog stuff and Shift+Q to queue!
Filter your notifications under Activity - you can also see some neat graphs
Find each other! If you want your old Reddit communities to stick together, seek out other refugees and follow them.
Have fun on [tumblr], everyone!
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𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒;
➵ multi x gn!reader
➵ contents: how he kisses you when he’s tired <3
𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 — usually wakes up pretty early every day so he’s always a little groggy in the mornings, he can’t help it. gets a little grumpy if he doesn’t find you in bed next to him so he goes searching. always takes you by surprise when he ambushes you from behind in the kitchen and wraps his strong arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. likes it when you let out a huff of laughter and reach a hand back to stroke his hair, rubbing his head soothingly. kisses your shoulder and then your neck and murmurs good morning, beautiful to you in a low voice still hoarse from his sleep.
𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 — dislikes night shifts because they tear him away from the warmth of the bed you share, but when he reminds himself that for you, anything is worth it. is a little fatigued from how little he slept, so he needs to get his dose of energy from you. changes into his uniform quietly and careful not to wake you, sinks a knee onto the bed so he can lean over his side of the bed to brush a kiss against your cheek. feels a little guilty when you rouse anyway but is secretly glad for it, because that always turns into you rolling over and swinging your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you can give him a goodbye kiss, whispering against his lips for him to be careful tonight and come home to you safely.
𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 — smiles wearily down at you when you snuggle up to him in bed, lifting an arm so you can tuck your head into the crook of his neck and rest a hand on his chest. would love to put his work down and go to bed with you, but he’s got deadlines, so he squeezes your shoulder and reluctantly pries his attention away from how cute you look curled against him and back to his tablet. absently kisses the crown of your head from time to time as he works. takes off his reading glasses when his eyes get tired and ducks his head down to kiss your cheek, smiling when you sigh happily and wriggle even closer. during these instances, he can’t help but think how he really lucked out with you.
𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 — drapes a long arm and leg over you when he’s spooning you. is especially affectionate if he sees you wearing just his jersey for pajamas, something you do on game days. presses close to you, his hard chest sealed against your back, his hair tickling your face when he leans over you for a kiss, letting out a sleepy but satisfied sound when you turn your head to kiss him back. moves his lips to your neck and the spot behind your ear that he knows is sensitive. enjoys the way you shiver in his arms and does it more until you’re panting and the proof of just how much he likes you in his jersey is pressing into your lower back. if he still has energy left over, he won’t the next day, because he won’t be getting much sleep tonight.
𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 — flops onto you before he remembers how big he is and relieves some of his weight by propping himself up on his elbows. likes to use your stomach as a pillow, pressing his cheek into it and rambles on and on about his day until his voice trails off from exhaustion. twitches awake again when you smile and rub his back, telling him to use his pillow and sleep properly so he won’t be sore tomorrow, but he just digs in, wrapping an arm tighter around you. presses his lips to your belly again and again until you’re giggling. mumbles that he’s good right here, that he’ll have the best dreams when he’s holding you like this.
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Damn girl the power of love and friendship aren’t working :/ time to kill someone or whatever
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