HIII can u do the prompt number 5 for floyd pls :D (romantic)
Also i saw that you eanted ppl to put 2 backup characters and prompts so my backup characters are lilia and leona and my backup prompts are the fairytale scene and the taste of salt :D (also romantic)
Take ur time and ty ! 😍
Tandem Bike; Floyd Leech
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship
Content Warning; Swearing(?), semi-serious mortal peril /hj
Word Count; 650+
Author's Note; I hope you know how to ride a bike, cuz Floyd is no help in the matter! Hope you enjoy!
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Floyd,” you gulped, looking down the hill.
Floyd laughed behind you on the tandem bicycle, and you could feel the bike reverberate from it. “Ehhh, are ya scared?~”
You dug your heels into the ground, making sure that the both of you wouldn’t end up going down the hill without knowing where you were going. The last thing you needed was to hit a pothole or a big enough rock and end up getting hurt. “Not scared,” you huffed, “just thinking.”
Floyd rolled his eyes, “We’ll just be up here all day then! Come on, Shrimpy.” He nudged your feet, but you dug your feet in further, cementing the bike into place. Floyd sighed and slumped his head on your shoulder. “You were the one that wanted to ride this thingy, but now you’re gettin’ cold feet about it?”
You took in a deep breath. Yes, it was your idea to take the cute tandem bike you found in the shed out for a spin, but your cycling partner had never ridden a bike before, and you also didn’t want to crash. “Just give me a minute, okay.” You clenched your hands on and off the brakes.
Floyd just looked at you curiously, before a wild smile took over his face. And when you eased up on the brakes again, he pushed you both forward. “Minute’s up!~”
And down the hill you went. Being angry could wait for later, as your main concern was making sure you were both staying upright and avoiding the aforementioned potholes and rocks. Floyd was cackling behind you, helping you steer a bit, but mainly just enjoying the wind wiping up his hair and watering up his eyes. And eventually, you started slowing down, coming to a more manageable pace that didn’t leave your hands clenching for dear life on the handlebars. But once you came to a complete stop you exploded in laughter; a mix of relief that you hadn’t died, of pure joy, and the infectious cackle that was coming from behind you.
“See, Shrimpy! That was fun,” Floyd poked you in the back.
You got off the bike, legs a bit shaky from the adrenaline. “Yeah, it was a little bit fun.” Wait, I'm supposed to be mad at him! You could never stay mad at him for very long though.
Well, gravity is a thing, a thing that Floyd was not accounting for, and he wasn’t supporting the bike up, so he and the bike tumbled to the ground. And instead of sulking, he just laughed and got right back up.
“Wanna go again?~ This time I’ll steer!” He laughed, and hugged you, squeezing you gently.
You let out a long sigh, decompressing. “No, absolutely not,” you pushed against him slightly so you could put your hands on his shoulders.
Floyd pouted, “You’re no fun ya know.” There was no bite, he was just being pouty since he was planning on making you shriek as you both had no idea where you were going, but downhill, and downhill fast.
You hummed, kissing his cheek to bring him out of the dour mood. “And you’re no fun if you can’t go on little adventures with me. Can’t do that if we crash on that cursed thing,” you pointed your chin at the bike.
Floyd looked briefly at the bike before turning his attention back to you. “Okay, okay, okay, I got the memo, Shrimpy…” He placed a quick kiss and bite on your lips before pulling back with a wink, taking a look at his handy work.
You could feel the slight sting. His bite wasn’t sharp enough to draw blood, but it was enough to make them puffy. “Are you proud of your handiwork?”
“Mhm!~” Floyd pressed another kiss to your lips, but this time it was gentle, soothing the stinging sensation.
And you bit his lip back, deciding that you deserved some sweet vengeance.
Floyd pulled back, and the shocked look on his face turned into pure glee and he was doubled over laughing again. “Damn, Shrimpy! I should do that more often!~”
Wait, what?
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a/n: this is just fiction. reader chokes on a pocky.
"i bought it!" "why?" niki looks at you blankly, before shrugging. "idk it seems cute. " "but i can't ride a bicycle" " its a tandem bike, you don't have to do anything, just hold me." "can you ride a bike?" "yes i can." he reaches for the picnic basket, placing it, in the front basket of the bike.
"hurry, it's gonna rain, i want us to be in the park before then." you hesitantly comply, setting on the seat behind him, your hand wrapping around his waist. "you comfy angel?" "yeah, a little scared." "why? trust me ." "more reason to be terrified." he scoffs, "I'm your boyfriend now, trust me."
with that your off, your chin rested on his shoulder, watching the scene before you. he presses a kiss to your cheek, "focus on the road lover boy." he giggles...
a usual trip of 20 minutes us shortened to ten, the park is pretty vacant, you and niki hop off the bike, walking towards a part of the park practically reserved for the both of you. a small gazebo, decorated with vines and flowers. you both settle in, placing the pastries you both made down ina slightly organized manner. and with the soft clap of thunder, the rain starts to fall.
"we should dance in the rain." "no, my mom will kill you if i get sick. and also i spent way too much time on my hair" you pick up the pack of pocky . placing the strawberry flavored snack between your lips, wiggling it at the boy. he smiled, grabbing the other side and breaking it off. "that's not how you do it?!" he snickers, chewing on the piece. " you don't wanna kiss me?" his ears flush, the pink shade trailing to his cheeks.
"you know when you confessed to me you said you wanted to kiss me." he takes another of the snack, mimicking your earlier action. you interlaced your fingers , taking big bites if the snack, and as your lips brush, you pull away coughing and giggling. "ew!" you smile up at him, wrapping your hands around his neck .
he pushes you away running around the gazebo with you following close behind, eventually ending up with the both of you in the rain. frolicking and dancing just like he wanted. but you didn't mind.
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surprise — gojo satoru x f!reader
— (gojo bday!special)
a/n: happy ( 1 day late) birthday to gojo satoru, the love of my life and the most amazing sorcerer out there and omg can you believe I wrote 1.7k words just for this pretty man
“you won’t be able to come back to japan today?” your husband gasps on the other line.
you hum a sad, “yes.”
in return he laughs to assure you, “it’s okay! just make sure to care of yourself and be back in one piece, sweets!”
“alright, ‘toru; I love you,” you smile.
“I love you too, byEEE LOVE OF MY LIFE!”
“BYEEE SATORU THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!” you shout before hanging up and giggling to yourself.
now you can start laying out the birthday surprise. it’s satoru’s birthday today and before celebrating with the rest at night, you wanted to give something special from you.
after some thinking, you decided on making the birthday party at the beach.
you remember how he always talked about liking the sea, the ocean and the freedom the fresh breeze brings with it.
not to mention the sandcastles and how he wanted you to bury his body in the sand but that’s for another visit. your formal clothes will not allow such an activity, unfortunately.
meanwhile, gojo dropped his phone on the bed with a pout right after your call. it saddened him that his precious wife won’t be able to be with him for his birthday.
and while he has a feeling that you might actually be closer than he thinks, he choses to stop thinking about it and just hope that you arrive home safely.
hours after that pass by, each one more agonizing than the other even though his students wished him a happy birthday, and so did his colleagues.
he waited for you to call him and for your sweet voice to wish him the happy birthday he wanted the most, but life is unfair.
even about the things as simple as this.
when he looks through the window, he notices that it’s sunset, a time you have always loved, but he doesn’t expect to hear keys jiggling right now and his head instantly snaps at the sound.
“I am home!” you say loudly and gojo beams before launching himself at you and embracing you tightly.
“wifey!” he pulls back to look at your face and squints, “this doesn’t look like someone who had a ‘EXHAUSTING’ three hour fight with a curse; DID YOU LIE TO ME?!—“
you press a kiss to his lips and pull him hurriedly towards your shared bedroom, “come on get dressed up; we are in a hurry!”
he watches you, grabbing something from the closet, confused, “huh? where?”
you give him the suit you ironed a few days ago before speeding toward another room, “it’s a secret!”
gojo looks at the suit in bewilderment, shrugging before he puts it on. however, he can’t help the excitement he feels, how sweet of you to have something prepared for him.
after getting ready, he gives himself a look at the mirror and smirks smugly.
damn did he look handsome and he knew it.
he bursts out of the bedroom and into the living room, “THE STAR OF THE SHOW IS— here…”
if he was the the small star of the show, then you were the sun, a star as well but the way you shined surpassed everyone even him.
you wore a dress that matched the color of his eyes, maybe even prettier, he thinks.
the way your hair framed your face was beyond compare; everything about you unusually stood out beautifully today. was it because he has been longing for you?
“SATORU! LESS GAWKING MORE WALKING!”
“yes mommy!”
“I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!” you yell at the grinning man, you’re pulling by the hand.
you walk outside and arrive at the tandem bicycle you rented and gojo can’t help but laugh out loud, “and how exactly are you going to ride this?”
“do you know totally spies?” you ask cheekily.
he nods and you take that as the cue to press on the belt of the dress. soon, it turns into a jumpsuit and gojo chuckles heartedly before clapping dramatically but you interrupt him, “on we go, mister gojo satoru!”
you both ride on the bicycle for five minutes and gojo already starts whining, “y/nnnnn! when are we going to be there?”
“soooon!” you mockingly whine in return and you hear him gasp offended.
ten minutes later you finally come to a stop in front of a forest.
“uhhh, sweets?”
you get off the bicycle and press on the belt once again so your outfit is back to its dress form.
your husband gets off as well before looking worriedly around him, “you are not going to kill me, are you?”
“not yet,” you roll your eyes and hold his hand again, “follow me, satoru.”
“but what if you hurt my beautiful face—“ he trips on a branch before clearing his throat, “what was I saying?”
you giggle, “your beautiful face.”
“ah yes, my face is indeed beautiful; you have great taste.”
you look at him, “oh no, my taste is terrible in men,” you then move the big door-like leaves to reveal the setting.
“SWEETS, THAT’S SO RUDE!” he complains before his eyes finally land on the scenery in front of him.
the both of you finally set foot on the beach. you run towards the table and look at your husband. you smile, “happy birthday!” and you pop the confetti canon.
gojo looks around and takes note of the multiple things around.
the candles on the ground surrounding the table on the shape of a heart, the dried flowers that form a path to the table and the multi-layered cake that has a mini version of him wearing a birthday hat and a mini you beside the mini him giving him a kiss on the cheek.
the smile never leaves his face as he walks towards the cake to admire it. he lets out a small laugh before looking at you, “I am more handsome than this!”
he takes his blindfold to look you in the eyes, “y/n! this is amazing.”
you cup his cheeks and press a kiss to both of them, “we are not done yet, mister.”
“oh really?” his laugh is now watery, you notice, and he holds you close to him and buries his face in your shoulder.
you nod, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, “mhm, I still have to give you your gift, silly.”
“this isn’t the gift??”
he seems taken back a bit which makes you laugh, “nope!” you pull away, smiling at the way he pouts, chasing after you.
you kneel and get the gift from under the table and stand up with a box in hand, “please sit down, dear esteemed gojo satoru,” you dramatically bow.
he places his hand on his chest before blinking ‘bashfully’ and going, “ohohoho! thank you for your chivalry!” and finally sits down.
he taps his feet with an excited smile, while he watches you place the box on the table, “tada! open it,” you wink and he quickly does as told.
more confetti blows up in his face the moment he opens the box. he squints at you, “now my hair is ruined!” and he waits for a reaction other than your gorgeous smile, but when he gets nothing he pouts before he beams once again, “anyways!”
he reaches in and takes out a book that has two group pictures on the cover, one of him, you, shoko and suguru and the other group photo is everyone from jujutsu tech right now.
you see the fondness swirling in his eyes; he starts flipping through the page. a light chuckle leaving his lips every few pages, the book contained photos from his high school year until now. all the photos bring a a sense of nostalgia that turns gojo’s smile soft.
he soon finds the page with your wedding photo. til this day, he can’t get over how gorgeous you looked back then and how ethereal you get every passing day.
“our wedding photo…” he murmurs.
standing behind him, you wrap your arms around his neck gently to look at the photos together.
you giggle, “yeah, can you see yuji in the back?”
“and megumi, he looks dead on the inside even with the peace sign he has up!” he laughs.
he takes a hold of your left hand and presses a gentle kiss to your wedding ring and then your palm.
he puts the book on the table and gets up to properly hug you, “thanks for the gift; it’s more than amazing,” he pauses and smirks, “I would’ve loved a tesla or a gucci bag—“
you ruffle his hair lightly, shutting him up, before remembering that he has his blindfold off, “oh wait, you must be overwhelmed because of your six eyes right now,” you reach for his blindfold, but his hand stops you.
“I am fine; I want to be able to take you all in,” he winks, but even with his playfulness, you can see the love behind his words.
however, that doesn’t stop you from forcing him to wear the blindfold, “you can do that just fine with it on.”
he starts whining about how mean you are even on his birthday, but you pay it no mind as you rush to the last surprise for today.
he gasps, eyes flickering towards the columns you are running to, “sweets, is that…FIREWORKS?!”
the sun has fully set; the fireworks have the perfect canvas that they can be painted on properly.
you nod happily and light them up, soon the first one flies to the sky and pops revealing a message that you’ve both exchanged everyday, never knowing when the last one will be: I love you.
after that, the other firework pops and reveals chibi you and him putting up a peace sigh and sticking your tongues out.
he is quiet, in awe, but it’s not evident on his face. he is not smiling, but the way he looks at you right after the fireworks end and the way he tackles you in a hug makes you think that maybe he liked it.
he strokes your cheek and presses your lips together for a moment before pulling away and peppering your face in kisses, not leaving a part untouched.
you erupt into squeals and giggles, “satoru! satoru!”
“yes! yes!” he answers, between kisses.
“we still have somewhere else to go,” you announce and he smiles amused.
“just how much have you prepared today?”
you shrug with a smile, “who knows; now let’s go!”
after you get back to jujutsu high, you both walk hand in hand to the 1st years’ classroom, “well,” he speaks up, “this is an interesting place.”
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOJO!!”
he looks back and he sees everyone he knows, hell even yuta who’s supposed to be abroad is here, then looks back at you. you do nothing but wink and clap along the others, and satoru can’t help but feel happiness swell in his chest.
what a nice surprise.
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