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will also write Zayne, Sylus or Rafayel from lads too 🫶

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♡ “well isn’t this interesting.” “i will actually hit you.”

♡ “it’s an adventure, darling.” “congrats! in this adventure you’re sleeping on the floor.”

♡ “is your ego really so big that you can’t stand the fact that i don’t want to sleep in the same bed as you?”

♡ “well, i hope you like the floor.”

♡ “oh my god,” “what?” “we’re in a rom-com.”

♡ “could this day get any worse?”

♡ “i’m calling room service!” “you do that, watch them tell you this is the last room.” “how do you know that?” “i’ve read books.”

♡ “they might as well hang a sign in here that says ‘welcome to hell.’”

♡ “how against sleeping in the hallway are you?”

♡ “sharing a bed and you haven’t even bought me dinner first, isn’t that just scandalous?”

♡ “what is your deal? it’s just one night.”

♡ “if your foot even touches me for a second tonight i will cut it off.” “maybe i will sleep on the floor…”

♡ “grow up and get in the damn bed!” “why do you want me in bed so badly, huh?”

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want to get back posting on here again !! Drop an ask with one of these and a jjk character and I'll see what I can do 😘

╰┈➤ ❝ [one bed dialogue prompts & reactions] ❞

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ “well isn’t this interesting.” “i will actually hit you.”

♡ “it’s an adventure, darling.” “congrats! in this adventure you’re sleeping on the floor.”

♡ “is your ego really so big that you can’t stand the fact that i don’t want to sleep in the same bed as you?”

♡ “well, i hope you like the floor.”

♡ “oh my god,” “what?” “we’re in a rom-com.”

♡ “could this day get any worse?”

♡ “i’m calling room service!” “you do that, watch them tell you this is the last room.” “how do you know that?” “i’ve read books.”

♡ “they might as well hang a sign in here that says ‘welcome to hell.’”

♡ “how against sleeping in the hallway are you?”

♡ “sharing a bed and you haven’t even bought me dinner first, isn’t that just scandalous?”

♡ “what is your deal? it’s just one night.”

♡ “if your foot even touches me for a second tonight i will cut it off.” “maybe i will sleep on the floor…”

♡ “grow up and get in the damn bed!” “why do you want me in bed so badly, huh?”

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R u alive?

no x

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hes so breedable WHAT who said that

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guitarist geto

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Genuinely can't explain what Suguru Geto does to me physically and emotionally

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WOOF

The category is: femguru

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A glimpse of your voice

Pairing: deaf!gojo x f!reader

Synopsis: College!au Where deaf!gojo left alone in the hospital after the car accident, and the reader, who has a giant crush on him, brings him the notes after every lecture, saying that professors ask her to do that, but in reality, she just doesn’t want him to feel lonely and tries to be around so he will never feel like he is some type of burden for others.

Tags/Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort/hurt/no comfort/eventual comfort, angst, happy ending, toxic relationship, Sukuna is warning himself, bullying, physical abuse. I will add more throughout the story.

Author's note: little headcanons are NOT in the right time order, it's just something from the category of small memories from their relationship. There WILL BE a FULL fic, stay tuned.

Taglist: @someonenamedray @totallyuniquenut @not-aya @pinacoladagod @lumilarity @rh-tg1 @luv3nti @thequeenofcurses @arrozyfrijoles23 @hel1nn @luna-v-roiya @p1nkfl0wers @iwriteforlove @gloomysel @mashtura @chiyokoemilia @eolivy @getoicious @bbyrugou @moonlight-inthe-sea @dreamsarenicer @kidd3ath @1sweetheart1 @ethereal-moonlit @satoruxsc @linny-bloggs @whytfisgojosohot @entr4p3 @makimamybelovedwife @samxnavialover

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photos in a field

featuring: Sylus x Reader

word count: 544

genre: fluff

synopsis: Eloping with Sylus! Inspired by his new event card <33

Like this? You can find my smaus here and my drabbles and other fiics here!

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“Just one more!”

“These are our wedding photos, sweetie-”

“Exactly, so let me take some photos of my handsome groom with his flower crown!” You protest, small digital camera in hand. He had offered to hire a professional photographer, to buy you a camera that they would use - but no, you had refused. It’s more personal, you had reasoned. He couldn’t disagree. After all, when the topic of your nuptials was discussed, the conversation had gone… differently, to what you had expected.

Most would think, when discussing the wedding of the great leader of Onychinus, of one of the richest men in all of the deepspace, the adjectives that would crop up would be ‘grand, ornate’ and, of course, ‘expensive.’ But when you had asked your then fiancé for his input for the upcoming ceremony, he had only one adjective to offer.

‘Intimate.’

And here you were. In a field full of blooming flowers of every colour you could possibly imagine. You in a white dress, save for the crown of flowers resting on your head. Well, that was currently resting on your now husband’s head. The ceremony had been family only - you, him, and the two young adults that definitely weren’t sons to him acting as your witnesses. But Luke and Kieran had been ushered away once the ceremony was finished, and your wedding breakfast - wedding picnic - was sat waiting for you both in a wicker basket on a plaid picnic blanket.

You were taking photo after photo of Sylus, of the genuine smile that only seemed to grace his features when he was around your family. He was having none of it, though.

“Sweetie, give me the camera.” He gently demanded, holding a hand out, “your beauty should be recorded, too.”

You sigh, handing the small camera over. “Come here, kitten.” He beckons you over, smiling softly. He positions you in front of him, your back to his chest - or it would be, if he didn’t have to lean down to rest his chin on your shoulder. He holds the camera out, lens facing the two of you, and begins to take photos.

When looking back at the photos later, you with your head in his lap, tummies full after an expertly assembled picnic, you could see the progression of your thoughts through them, like the cliché photobooth scenes you see in those romance films Sylus pretends to hate.

The both of you looking at the camera. Sylus looking at you, gaze full of affection. Sylus’ lips against your cheeks. You looking at Sylus, his love reflected in your eyes, too. The both of you, lips pressed together.

Years later, the two of you stand admiring the photos you took on that happy day. His chest to your back - or it would be, if he didn’t have to lean down to rest his chin on your shoulder, as it was then, as it always had been, as it always would be.

“If only our whole heads were in frame.” You giggle. “And you hadn’t cut our foreheads in half.

“A man can’t be good at everything, kitten.” Sylus responds, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “No matter how perfect your husband seems.”

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photos in a field

featuring: Sylus x Reader

word count: 544

genre: fluff

synopsis: Eloping with Sylus! Inspired by his new event card <33

Like this? You can find my smaus here and my drabbles and other fiics here!

Do you have a request? You can find my rules for requesting here!

“Just one more!”

“These are our wedding photos, sweetie-”

“Exactly, so let me take some photos of my handsome groom with his flower crown!” You protest, small digital camera in hand. He had offered to hire a professional photographer, to buy you a camera that they would use - but no, you had refused. It’s more personal, you had reasoned. He couldn’t disagree. After all, when the topic of your nuptials was discussed, the conversation had gone… differently, to what you had expected.

Most would think, when discussing the wedding of the great leader of Onychinus, of one of the richest men in all of the deepspace, the adjectives that would crop up would be ‘grand, ornate’ and, of course, ‘expensive.’ But when you had asked your then fiancé for his input for the upcoming ceremony, he had only one adjective to offer.

‘Intimate.’

And here you were. In a field full of blooming flowers of every colour you could possibly imagine. You in a white dress, save for the crown of flowers resting on your head. Well, that was currently resting on your now husband’s head. The ceremony had been family only - you, him, and the two young adults that definitely weren’t sons to him acting as your witnesses. But Luke and Kieran had been ushered away once the ceremony was finished, and your wedding breakfast - wedding picnic - was sat waiting for you both in a wicker basket on a plaid picnic blanket.

You were taking photo after photo of Sylus, of the genuine smile that only seemed to grace his features when he was around your family. He was having none of it, though.

“Sweetie, give me the camera.” He gently demanded, holding a hand out, “your beauty should be recorded, too.”

You sigh, handing the small camera over. “Come here, kitten.” He beckons you over, smiling softly. He positions you in front of him, your back to his chest - or it would be, if he didn’t have to lean down to rest his chin on your shoulder. He holds the camera out, lens facing the two of you, and begins to take photos.

When looking back at the photos later, you with your head in his lap, tummies full after an expertly assembled picnic, you could see the progression of your thoughts through them, like the cliché photobooth scenes you see in those romance films Sylus pretends to hate.

The both of you looking at the camera. Sylus looking at you, gaze full of affection. Sylus’ lips against your cheeks. You looking at Sylus, his love reflected in your eyes, too. The both of you, lips pressed together.

Years later, the two of you stand admiring the photos you took on that happy day. His chest to your back - or it would be, if he didn’t have to lean down to rest his chin on your shoulder, as it was then, as it always had been, as it always would be.

“If only our whole heads were in frame.” You giggle. “And you hadn’t cut our foreheads in half.

“A man can’t be good at everything, kitten.” Sylus responds, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “No matter how perfect your husband seems.”

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Sylus' card for the new event gives running away and eloping together

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Sylus' card for the new event gives running away and eloping together

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