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DESTOP ACQUIRED OH MY GOD I CAN TYPE AGAIN
#i have to finish setting it up BUT OH MY GOOOOOD#A KEYBOARD N PC THAT ARENT BROKEN#ill prob write tomorrow bc i had to like. build part of this pc so im exhausted BUT#throws hands up!!!#i can actually start interacting with more people now!!#aaaaaaaaa#` â ooc. â cults are londonâs most successful pyramid scheme.
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Abby will have beef with toy Bonnie in FNAF 2..
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#abby schmidt#toy bonnie#fnaf 2#fnaf movie#fnaf bonnie#withered bonnie#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#ABBY is gonna throw hands with toy Bonnie#toy Bonnie has no idea what danger he is in#tbh Abby probably will love the toys#up until she finds out they are made up of her friends parts#especially toy Bonnie give back og Bonnieâs face#if you donât hand it over Abby will take it herselfâŚ#donât mess with AbbyâŚ
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yes all my favorite characters are desperate to be loved. no i donât think that says anything about me
#personal#sorry i thought too hard about izzy hands and now i want to throw up#also obviously it does say something about me but i'm in denial <3
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PSA (because I know weâre all so excited for Nico but this needs to be said): YOU CANNOT PUT NICOâS IDENTITY ONTO THE SMOL BOY WHOS GOING TO PLAY HIM.
IF THE ACTOR TURNS OUT NOT TO BE GAY AS THE YEARS GO BY WE ARE GOING TO LOVE AND RESPECT HIM REGARDLESS!!
IF ANYONE IN THIS FANDOM KIT CONNORS A FRIGGIN TEN YEAR OLD I WILL FIND YOU AND RIP OUT YOUR SPINE!!!!
EVERYONEâS EXCITED FOR OUR GAY DISNEY PRINCE BUT PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THE ACTOR ISNâT NICO, AND WILL HAVE HIS OWN IDENTITY THAT HE NEEDS TO FIND OUT FOR HIMSELF AND NOT SHOVED ON HIM BY A BUNCH OF RANDOM FANS THAT DONâT EVEN KNOW HIM!!!
Please I know everyone is excited but I am so scared for this kid
#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#nico di angelo#percy jackson#pjo tv series#percy jackson show#Iâll do it#Iâm serious#Iâm THROWING HANDS with anyone who tries to put Nicoâs identity on his baby actor#he might end up being gay but he needs to not be forced into that#please donât cyber bully the child#Iâm literally begging yâall
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FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
#change it up au#she was crushing the poll last time i checked so have the old woman ready to throw hands#isat#in stars and time#isat au#isat odile#odile#edit: I HAD FORGOTTEN HER EYEBROWS IN ONE#mari draws
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Canon, I think.
#yeah its a reference to that one tweet?tumblr post? cant remember#guy bout to be kissed and he throws his hands up all YIPEE#zelink#skyward sword#legend of zelda#SS zelink#RAAA I LOVE SS ZELINK#Lavdoods_vb
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The dog days are over.
[First] Prev <â-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#jiang cheng#The childhood flashback is one of my favourite scenes in MDZS and yes I am disapointing myself in how little I am covering it.#If it is any consolation...I'll be bringing JYL's piggyback scene into another comic later on.#There truly is something so specific and yet resonant in the way our bonds as children feel so deep.#But the world doesn't stay as small as it does when you are a kid. The problems you argue about get bigger and more serious.#You still hold so much love for this person despite how much you want to throw hands with them.#To have such a complicated history with someone and then fall apart...You always think you have time to heal the wound.#Why wouldn't you! You've never had anything but time with this person. A brother not in blood but in true and genuine bond.#And then the fucker dies! It's horrible and sudden and the last words you exchanged were cold and awful!#What do you do with those dead end feelings? What do you do but grieve bitterly and angrily?#There is no resolution for all the love you wanted back. There will never be an opportunity to bridge the gap between you.#Someone you loved died thinking you hated them. Because you thought you had more time.#If anyone dares say Jiang Cheng didn't love WWX I'll be the first to fire up the powerpoint presentation on why he absolutely does.
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itafushi nation how r we Feeling!!!!!!!!!!!
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#itafushi#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#jjk leaks#fanart#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP FOUGHT MY DYING PEN PRESSURE FR THIS#TH MEGUMI DROUGHT. OVER. CROPS WATERED with yuuji's tears#im a wreck im a gd WRECK#megumi nation itfs nation whatever happens from now on know tht tonight was a Victory#god there r more redraws i want 2 do . i need to like. calm down tho#im so emotional im shaking and my pen is on its last legs i dont think more is good for it#or for my hand#i feel her protesting GHGSD i did paint a lot of leaves today#YA SPEAKING OF . WENT FROM LA DI DA RELAXING SUMMER LIGHT ITFS IN2 THE MOST DEVASTATING/pos CH OF MY LIFE#what a day what a time to be alive#times like this make me so grateful i can draw what wld i do except scream otherwise#i have no words and i must Draw#anyway i dont have anything valuable or coherent to add just know that i am the human embodiment of a whole bunch of exclamation points#my brain is like bzzzzt my heart is like wowwww
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these two are so interesting to me
characters belong to @canisalbus
#clenches fists. im so sosososo normal about them. i think about them a normal amount (lying)#actually the 2nd image is based on some sort of anime couple pose template(?????) that i saw a while back and wanted to draw them in it#but i swear to god i CANNOT FUCKING FIND IT. i was literally knee deep in yuri and yaoi fanart for hours trying to find that god damn photo#but i dont even know who the characters were and pinterest just shows me bakugou and deku making out sloppy style whenever i try#so i gave up an tried drawing it from memory and cried the whole time. i hate anatomy.. but they look so happy so its fine#god whenever i see Lore or sweet little tidbits for these two i want to tear into something with my teeth and throw something /pos#i genuinely want to study these gay little renaissance dogs under a microscope#what fucks me up is the fact that we all know it ends horribly but u cant help loving them anyway.. they are so. incoherent hand gestures#my art#myart#others ocs#vasco#machete#vaschete#furry art#fur#anthro
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The thing I think some people miss about Hua Cheng because he has this whole need to be the strongest to protect Xie Lian thing is that he is perfectly content to let Xie Lian fight his own battles and beat people up. Hell he gets a little kick out if. Like I think some people think heâs got this step behind me kitten booktok boyfriend behaviour and he doesnât. He is more than happy to let Xie Lian go full martial god and cheer from the sidelines because he thinks itâs hot (see the entire Ban Yue arc) like as long as the whatever the threat is wonât actually hurt Xie Lian or Xie Lian wonât hurt himself he will canonically just be in the back trying on pretty outfits for his geges entertainment offering him advice and support and watching him kick ass with heart eyes because thatâs the guy he fell in love with. He adores Xie Lian martial side and thinks itâs very cool and sexy of him.
#honestly heâs a lot more likely to step in front of Xie Lian in a verbal fight than a physical one#cause he knows Xie Lian wonât stand up for himself but if itâs throwing hands heâs making popcorn#Xie Lian also adores the ghost king BDE thing heâs got going on but I digress#hualian#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#atla#hua cheng#xie lian#heaven official's blessing
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on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.
Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.
Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.
Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.
There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.
#svsss#luo binghe#svsss au#scum villain#scum villian self saving system#shen yuan#shen qingqiu#disciple shen yuan#lbh. visibly exhausted and with twitchy eyes: im fine :) | everyone else: ho no the fuck you ARENT.#SQQ was hysterical not because he found out LBH was half-demon but bc he was having a long-awaited mental breakdown over his autonomy :)#or (limited) lack thereof. he was having a sudden onset crisis of mortality and was handling at quite literally the WORST time. oops#im thinking very hard that LBH would never push his disciple into the abyss especially with no system to force him to. so SQQ either#had to goad him into it (failing always) or throw himself in. he ended up doing it himself but not before some very impressive hysterics.#BUT ALSO. IF THIS HAD BEEN WHERE SQQ WAS THE HALF-HEAVENLY DEMON INSTEAD IT WOULD'VE BEEN SO GREAT.#and by great i mean horribly angsty bc SQQ is NOT doing too hot and has. in very SY-like fashion. convinced himself that LBH will kill him#when he finds out he's a demon. so when it comes out i have this mental image of him lunging at LBH and LBH flinches back. but SQQ wraps hi#hands around the blade of Zheng Yang and yanks it up so the tip of the blade is digging into his chest where is heart is. LBH can't yank th#sword away without risking slicing into SQQ's hands. SQQ's hair has fallen out of its tail/bun and is now messily spilling down his#back and its NO helping the kinda deranged look he has going on. he's visibly shaking and his eyes keep flittering away and back at LBH's#face. SQQ is looking at the messages from the system warning him that he has to go into the abyss or punishment will occur. he's like.#rambling though. talking about how shizun doesn't *like* unclean things and there is nothing more unclean than a demon. like he is#INSISTING. LBH can't?? get a fucking word in. actually. SY isn't listening that much either anyways. too overwhelmed with the system and#the amount of stress he's under and his crumbling mental state and the innate and primal desire to live even when he's standing in front of#his own executioner. it all ends with him sitting on the ground at the lip of the abyss with his hair falling in his face. he looks so#unkempt and fallen apart and so distinctly *non-Shen Qingqiu* that LBH feels physically ill over it. tears are streaming down SQQ's face#and despite everything he is smiling. its not a nice smile. its a very frayed falling apart at the seams about to crack smile.#he tells shizun not to worry about staining his blade with this disciple's filthy blood because this disciple will take care of it himself.#and then he falls into the abyss before luo binghe can so much as grab him. the only reason LBh doesn't literally jump in after him is bc#he was numb with shock and the abyss was already closed before he could feel his legs again :]
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Narilambs your goat
Get adopted, idiot
#fanart#cult of the lamb#cotl#narilamb#cotl lamb#cotl narinder#cotl goat#narinder boutta throw hands up until the goat starts talking#then is just like - 'oh you crave violence??? bitch me too the fuck :)'#the lamb is absolutely standing on a box here - there is absolutely no way they are that tall#shorter than both their husband and adopted child - So Sad (yet so adorable)#anyway if the lamb isn't able to use the mating tent in the new update i will personally scream because I NEED CANON SHITTENS#i made this instead of sleeping or working on more important comics lol#ok time to go be sleepydelirious while inking other things
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thinking about how elias admits to martin that he's been trying to figure out a way to shatter martin's "precious image" of jon but hadn't found how yet so he has to go with the weaker option of bringing up martin's mommy issues (which fails)
martin truly too gay for the narrative he's fucking up everyone's plans
#eventually elias has to throw up his hands and bring in reinforcements that play INTO martin's feelings for jon#bc there was no way to make martin fall out of love with jon by s4#jonmartin#the magnus archives#tma#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#elias bouchard
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they want to talk about mental illness and acceptance and how everyone is a little ocd it's cute and quirky and their "intrusive thoughts" are about cutting their hair off and you say yours are about taking a razorblade to your eye and they say ew can you not and everyone is a little adhd sometimes! except if you're late it's a personality flaw and it's because you are careless and cruel (and someone else with adhd mentions they can be on time, so why can't you?) and it's not an eating disorder if it's girl dinner! it's not mania if it's girl math! what do you mean you blew all of your savings on nonrefundable plane tickets for a plane you didn't even end up taking. what do you mean that you are afraid of eating. get over it. they roll their little lips up into a sneer. can you not, like, trauma dump?
they love it on them they like to wear pieces of your suffering like jewels so that it hangs off their tongue in rapiers. they are allowed to arm-chair diagnose and cherrypick their poisons but you can't ever miss too many showers because that's, like, "fuckken gross?" so anyone mean is a narcissist. so anyone with visual tics is clearly faking it and is so cringe. but they get to scream and hit customer service employees because well, i got overwhelmed.
you keep seeing these posts about how people pleasers are "inherently manipulative" and how it's totally unfair behavior. but you are a people pleaser, you have an ingrained fawn response. in the comments, you have typed and deleted the words just because it is technically true does not make it an empathetic or kind reading of the reaction about one million times. it is technically accurate, after all. you think of catholic guilt, how sometimes you feel bad when doing a good deed because the sense of pride you get from acting kind - that pride is a sin. the word "manipulation" is not without bias or stigma attached to it. many people with the fawn response are direct victims of someone who was malignantly manipulative. calling the victims manipulative too is an unfair and unkind reading of the situation. it would be better and more empathetic to say it is safety-seeking or connection-seeking behavior. yes, it can be toxic. no, in general it is not intended to be toxic. there is no reason to make mentally ill people feel worse for what we undergo.
you type why is everyone so quick to turn on someone showing clear signs of trauma but you already know the fucking answer, so what's the point of bothering. you kind of hate those this is what anxiety looks like! infographics because at this point you're so good at white-knuckling through a severe panic attack that people just think you're stoic. even people who know the situation sometimes comment you just don't seem depressed. and you're not a 9 year old white kid so there's no way you're on the spectrum, you're not obsessed with trains and you were never a good mathematician. okay then.
mental illness is trending. in 2012 tumblr said don't romanticize our symptoms but to be fair tiktok didn't exist yet. there's these series of videos where someone pretends to be "the most boring person on earth" and is just being a normal fucking person, which makes your skin crawl, because that probably means you are boring. your friend reads aloud a profile from tinder - no depressed bitches i fucking hate that mental illness crap. your father says that medication never actually works.
you still haven't told your grandmother that you're in therapy. despite everything (and the fact it's helping): you just don't want her to see you differently.
#writeblr#warm up#to be clear let me state again: i think you should id however you fucking want if it helps you seek peace#but there is a HUGE difference between being like '.... im undiagnosed but i think i might be X'#and a person who is like ''omg my intrusive thoughts made me buy a birkin!!!''#babe mine made me throw up bc they disgusted me so much <3#mine made me hurt myself evenly. even when i wanted to stop. i have had to put my hand on the stove MULTIPLE TIMES#and again i'd rather have 10000 people get help for something they don't need help for#than have 1 kid NOT get help#but there has GOTTTTT to be a middle ground here#bc at this point it isn't ''raising awareness''#it's . fucking misinformation. and ''what this picture says about you!!!!!''#& yes! im mostly talkin about ppl who are actually disgusted and offended by signs of mental illness#but use it to defend THEIR actions#like babe you hate when kids start yelling in the walmart? but you YOuRSELF can yell?#you are depressed so it's fine you were cruel to your spouse?#but if your spouse spends too much time in bed she's a lazy fuck?#your partner needs to do everything for you bc of your history in trauma? but when SHE has needs she's being clingy and gross?#HUGE difference here between whom i think most of my followers are btw. like#all it takes is fucking anyyyy empathy or kindness . like.#anyway it's hard to explain im hoping we all know the person im talking about lol
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Mother and Father đŤś
#genshin impact#arlecchino#peruere#clervie#arlevie#CANON CANT HURT ME IF IM DELUSIONAL ENOUGH!!!!#I feel like im a peasant who was just struck with the bubonic plague#they're rotting my brain so fucking bad ive yet to have a moment of peace since the animated short dropped#head in hands shaking crying throwing up because Clervie would've been a wonderful mother to the hoth children#the way she would've given them all the genuine affection and care she never received from her own mother#Not to mention she wouldve had arle's curse in check and softened her out around the edges for the children as well
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THE THINGS YOU DO FOR LOVE... ; SATORU GOJO
synopsis; satoru begs you to wear the frilly maid dress he bought. against your better judgement, you indulge him.
word count; 7.0k (this was supposed to be short but i miss him terribly)
contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly sweet, literally just satoru being down horrendous, lots and lots of petnames (he is embarrassing), heâs ur biggest hypeman, entirely sfw!! (i feel like i have to specify thatâŚ), reader is a lil grumpy, satoru gojo is the most insufferable man on earth <3
a/n; this is just a silly lil wip i found in my draftsâŚ. i dont remember what possessed me to write this i just think satoru would cry and fall to his knees and throw up blood if he saw u in a frilly dress
ââ no.â
the word rolls off your tongue, instantaneous, with a decisive kind of sterness. leaving no room for hesitation, doubt or indecision; not a single gap for his argument to fit through, no loophole he could take advantage of to persuade you into giving in.
but despite all that, satoru just wonât back down.
âcome on, baby, please?â he pleads, voice coaxing and sugary sweet. you can almost see those puppy dog eyes of his from behind the black glass of his shades. âi already bought it and everything!â
âi donât care,â you spit. a halfhearted attempt at appearing annoyed, in hopes itâll distract him from the strawberry flush of your cheeks. âiâm not wearing it. you shouldnât have bought it, in the first place.â
âbut sweetheart,â he drawls, tinged with a sadness he knows tugs at your heartstrings. âitâs so cute. youâll look so adorable.â
ânot happening.â
âbut ââ
ââ no. iâm seriously not wearing it, satoru.â
itâs harsh, the flow of your words, sharp and firm; but thatâs your only option when he gets like this. your only slim chance at survival, being almost painfully direct. that doesnât stop your resolve from weakening pitifully when satoruâs posture wilts, though, obviously exaggerated but still somehow effective. you debase yourself for being so weak for him.Â
but giving in just isnât an option, this time.Â
under normal circumstances, it wouldnât take too long for him to persuade you. satoru can be annoying, extremely so â but when heâs being so stubborn about something, thereâs usually a good reason for it, even if itâs just that whatever he wants you to do will make him happy. to you, itâll do.
(his happiness is your priority, after all.)
but in this case, thereâs just no way. absolutely no way in hell.
heâs still holding that thing up, like he genuinely thinks itâll support his argument, swaying it lightly side to side. it really, really doesnât. it does the complete opposite, in fact.
âbut angel,â he tries, again. you wonder if heâs eventually going to run out of petnames, or if heâll just keep cycling through them until he runs out of air to breathe. âdonât you wanna see how itâll look on you?â
a sharp scoff flows from your lips.Â
he canât be serious.Â
you really, really, really donât. if anything, you want everything in the world except for that. youâd rather smash a glass bottle into little pieces and eat them one by one. youâd rather sit on satoruâs lap in a room full of other people. youâd rather jump in front of a moving train with explosives tied to your back.
â itâs so frilly.Â
you almost couldnât believe it, yourself. when he barged into the room, cardboard box in hand, fresh from the mail; all while wearing an excited grin, foreboding, but you were too mesmerized by it to even notice.Â
it wasnât anything out of the ordinary, so you didnât think much of it. satoru buying you gifts is not in any way unusual, even and especially if you tell him not to â and usually, itâd be a sweet occasion. the kind of moment you can soak in, drink up, and then recall fondly for the rest of the week.Â
every single detail is worth cherishing. how excitedly he always opens it up, eager for your reaction, and how you always thank him, no matter what it is. sincerely, because satoru can be awkward with his affection, but his love bleeds through in moments like these.
from expensive, well-kept bouquets to little flowers on the side of the road; from thought-out gifts to little trinkets; no matter what it is, the sentiment remains the same.
(this made me think of you. i want you to have it.Â
i remembered you mentioning this brand. i love you.)
a way for satoru to show his love, without overwhelming himself or you. a way of easing him into it, when everything is still just so new to him.Â
buying you whatever catches his eye is the perfect solution, according to satoru. and it exasperates you, sometimes, when you come home to five amazon packages right outside your doorstep â but deep down you know itâs more for him than you. because it makes him happy, to be able to, allowed to show his love for you in ways like this. in normal ways, easy ways, that say more than his words ever could.Â
(being granted the luxury of making you happy. of loving you, even if satoru doesnât think heâs very good at that, just yet. but he is good at impulse buying things he knows youâd like; so thatâll have to do, for now.)
which is why you couldnât help but let his infectious joy seep into your bloodstream, trickling its way through your veins with a sweet kind of fervour. couldnât help but smile, a tender curl of your lips, in tandem with his cute little grin. couldnât help but grow a little bit excited, as he opened the package âÂ
to reveal a cutesy, frilly, maid outfit.
â and then your mind screeched to a halt.Â
the look on your face must have been something special, horrified and flustered in equal measure. almost in disbelief, as he immediately began to gush about the outfit in his hands. look at the bows, isnât it cute? god, youâre going to look so pretty. i mean, you always do, obviously, but â
you werenât really listening. all your mind could do was spin in circles, trying to get some read on the situation, but it was just no good. he genuinely, thoroughly, truly and sincerely expected you to put on a goddamn maid outfit.Â
if he had bought it for himself, then maybe you would've been at least a little bit excited. youâre sure he'd look good in it; with those big blue eyes of his, that cute, happy grin. so good that your heart would probably combust, a little. melt through the floorboards.Â
but no â he wanted you to wear it.Â
and despite your instant, firm protests, he just will not give it up. your boyfriend is a stubborn man, so itâs no surprise, but itâs still enough to irk you.
âsatoru, for real. no! iâm not wearing it!â
âbut youâd look so good,â he whines, loud and grating as he inches closer to you. still holding the dress up like a prize; you back away, instinctively, like itâll burn if you touch it.
âi donât care! itâs a maid outfit! why the hell would i ever wear it?âÂ
sunglasses seated at the bridge of his nose, satoru allows you to catch a glimmer of his eyes â an effective method of persuasion. he definitely knows their power, and heâs definitely flaunting them for the sole purpose of making you falter. that manipulative scumbag.
the fact that it actually works makes you even angrier, though.
a sharp turn of your head, and your gaze falls on the windowpane, lingering there as you grumble under your breath. heâs so annoying. youâre growing more and more flustered by the minute, too.Â
ââ because you love me?âÂ
satoru tilts his head, white locks of hair following the movement. soft and silky, nice to run your fingers through, but you chase the thought away as soon as it enters your subconscious. he looks almost hypnotizing under the sunlight, with the golden rays illuminating his features, smoothing over the contours of his face â as if the sun was made solely to shine on his skin.
and ah, you think, there we go. satoruâs classic tactic; using your love for him as a bargaining chip, pouting down at you like a kicked puppy. you like to picture his eyes all watery and glassy, everytime he tries it, as if heâs some rejected cartoon-mascot. so silly.Â
valiantly, you fight off the temptation to smile, gracing him with another little scoff instead. shooting him an unimpressed look, a tiny raise of your eyebrow. âthat wonât work on me.â
âaww, come on,â he almost coos, inching closer still. âdonât you love me? my sweetiepie? my cute lilâ mochi?âÂ
(heâs getting bolder with the petnames, you note. as if thatâd change anything. theyâre so cheesy it makes you recoil.)
âobviously.â you deadpan, trying your best not to let affection seep into the words. but you see satoruâs lips curl up, anyway. âiâm still not wearing it, though. sorry.â
satoru sighs. heavy, exasperated â dare you say defeated? for a second, you delude yourself into thinking he might actually give in, for once, spare you both the trouble âÂ
until he falls to the floor, knees hitting the soft flooring with a loud thud. awfully dramatic. he clasps his hands together as if to beg and plead, a starved dog at your feet, and gazes up at you with newfound determination.
âplease, baby â iâm begging you,â he groans, voice sad and pained, agonized, like you just threatened to break up with him. silly, silly man.
âdonât grovel.â a sigh drops from your lips as the pads of your fingers go to massage your temples. soothing what youâre almost sure is an incoming headache.
and he makes a certain noise, almost a whimper, like you just kicked him in the gut. you glance down at him as if to signal really? with your eyes, lips parting to speak âÂ
but your breath only hitches in your throat, and no sound comes out.
satoruâs eyes are almost teary. peeking out from behind his shades, big and glassy, eyelashes dewy with what you know are just crocodile tears. heâs far too skilled at it for his own good, though â maybe you should be supporting his acting career, instead of the weird teacher-slash-sorcerer thing heâs got going on.
and youâre weak, you realize, terribly so. because something deep within your chest constricts, at those sad eyes, heart squeezed painfully, and when you speak you note that your voice sounds a lot softer.Â
âsatoru,â you sigh, again; more resigned this time, a little fatigued. missing the way his eyes glint at the sound, as if sensing an opportunity. âreally. iâm sorry i wasted your money, but itâs just⌠not happening. okay?âÂ
attempting to sound delicate, your voice settles on a soothing tilt, like an adult speaking to a tantrum-throwing child. hoping itâll be enough to make him falter even slightly.Â
it isnât, of course; if anything, his determination only grows.Â
âeven just for a short while?â he tries, voice sweet and pliant. all daisies and sunbeams, tailormade to tug at your heartstrings. âjust an hour or so! then iâll be satisfied.â
âan hour? no way!â you scoff.
and this time, you donât miss it. from behind those shades, a certain glimmer of something flickers through his irises â something keen and observant. a certain dread crawls its way down your spine.
âso itâs fine if itâs less?â he grins, changing tactics, smooth and decisive. âhalf an hour. thatâs as low as iâll go.â
âoh my god.â an exhale, drawn out and exhausted, from the very depths of your chest. âsatoru. toru. no. iâm not wearing it at all. this isnât an auction.â
âbut it could be,â he purrs, still on his knees. it makes him look a little bit disturbed. âcâmon. why are you getting so shy? guess what â iâll even settle for twenty minutes. just for you.â
oh, heâs just awful. you want so badly to be mad at him, and that teasing, smug, shit-eating little smirk of his â but you canât.Â
not when he looks so effortlessly pretty, bathed in the light of the sun, surrounded by a mellow glow so tender it makes him look something like an angel. not when heâs acting so characteristically himself, so stubborn and infuriating and entirely impossible not to love.Â
another sigh. youâre a little surprised you have enough air left in your lungs to breathe it out, and as much as you hate to admit it, youâre beginning to grow just a bit tired of the back and forth. âiâm not shy,â you huff. âi just donât want to. it wonât look good on me, anyway.â
satoru blinks. genuine surprise shines in his eyes, for a second, like you caught him off guard. âhuh? of course it will. why wouldnât it?â
a pause. gnawing at your bottom lip, you avert your gaze, trying to find the words. âitâs just⌠tacky,â you settle on. âitâll look weird.â
âit wonât! youâll look so cute!â
another huff, as your dispassionate, bored gaze meets his. âand how do you know that?â
satoru's answer is instantaneous. âyou always look cute. just wanna see how you look in this,â he chirps, brandishing the outfit with barely contained excitement. thoroughly giddy. âwhen i saw it, i knew itâd look adorable on you. and iâm never wrong!â
a soft pout plays at your lips, in the wake of his eager sincerity. barely noticeable, just a little embarrassed, but itâs there. and satoruâs seen it, finally â the road to victory. he knows he can win this, if heâs smart about it.
âi just wanna see you in it. just for a second. please? pretty please?â he tilts his head, tantalizing, showing off the blue of his eyes and the curl of his lips. âthen iâll never ask you for anything again. promise!â
âokay, thatâs a lie and we both know it.â
the grin that blooms on your lips is a mistake, you quickly realize, because satoru interprets any sign of joy on your face as positive approval. his determination grows.
âyeah, yeah⌠but i mean it! i wonât bother you if you just wear it once. just once!â he puts a single finger up, to emphasize the point. âjust wanna see my precious baby all frilly and cute. wonât you indulge me, oh my dearest?â
heâs grinning, now, all soft and teasing. itâs more breathtaking than heâll ever understand. heâll never even come close to understanding how gorgeous he is, like this â when thereâs no one around to perform for, when he can just be himself. when itâs just you, and satoru, and the feeling of having all the time in the world.
(even if you donât.)
and you know your face must be flushed, a soft cherry red, as your gaze falls to the floor. the heat on your cheeks and neck, the pitter patter of your heartbeat; you feel it all.Â
and itâs embarrassing, to find yourself so fervently twisted around someoneâs finger â to find that you donât even really mind. being wrapped around satoruâs finger isnât so awful, all things considered. itâs a scary thought, for sure, but heâd never abuse the privilege. probably.
â a sigh.Â
you still donât want to wear it. you really donât. itâs just awful. tacky, and embarrassing, and overall unpleasant.Â
⌠but if itâll get him to stop nagging you like thisâŚÂ
and if itâs just for a short whileâŚ
silence, only silence, spilling into the sunkissed air. outside your apartment, the sky melts into a buttery orange hue. an intense contemplation is etched into your eyes, and satoru takes note of it; opting to put the final nail in the coffin. his very last bid.
âfifteen minutes. then youâre ââ
âten minutes,â you cut him off. sounding just a tad exhausted â resigned to your fate.Â
and satoru doesnât even bother trying to hide his excitement. suddenly beaming, he shoots up to his feet, and it causes you to jolt. âperfect,â he grins, holding the dress out toward you. a little too eager for your liking.
ââ but seriously. iâm only wearing it once. never again,â you tilt your head. âgot it?â satoru just nods, happily, so excited heâs practically jumping up and down â and despite everything, you still canât find it in you to be angry.Â
he looks so earnestly giddy.
eyes brimming with suspicion and weariness, your hands reach out to take it into your arms; the puffy dress, the frilly headwear, and the black thigh highs. youâre surprised he didnât invest in a pair of shoes, while he was at it. just to complete the set.
(you decide not to comment on it, knowing heâd have some poor, overworked shoemaker on the phone within seconds.)
âneed my help putting it on?â he purrs, face suddenly very close to yours â and the sudden stutter of your heartbeat sparks a hitch of your throat. desperate to cover it up, you shoot him a hefty glare.
âoh, shut up,â you hiss, but satoru only grins wider. soft little giggles flowing from his lips, like a schoolgirl teasing her upperclassman. silly.
a heavy hesitance rests on your features, as you give the outfit another chance. judgemental eyes trailing over the bows and frills, giving it a thorough look, until your lips curl down into a soft frown. itâs not that bad, butâŚ
âitâs kinda ugly,â you lie, decisively.
âreally? i think itâs cute, though.âÂ
âyeah, âcause you have no taste.â a click of your tongue. âwhatâs so great about maid outfits, anyway? i donât see the appeal.â
satoru smiles. carefree, amused â still very much teasing. âwell, weâre about to find out,â he chirps.
you give him a look, eventually giving way to a soft exhale. âfine â but only ten minutes. at most.â a pause, as you stop to think. what else? âoh, and no taking pictures.â
ââ iâm taking pictures.â
âŚ
the exasperated look you send his way doesnât seem to phase satoru even in the slightest. he continues to smile at you, unbothered, soft around the edges, and you know youâre not winning this one either.
â⌠fine,â you sigh. âbut â not too many, okay? and you arenât allowed to show anyone, either.â
âof course not,â he scoffs, almost offended. âas if iâd let anyone else see you like that.â
stuck between feeling relieved and put off, you settle on simply letting it go. and satoru continues to speak, reassuringly, glossy lips shining in the sunlight as they part.
ârest assured, baby,â he hums, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. âthis stays between us. i swear on my honour.â
you snort. âlike youâve got any of that.â
âmean. anyway â câmon. i canât wait any longer.â before you can think to protest, heâs ushering you away in the direction of the bathroom, big hands heavy on your shoulders as they push you. still hesitant, you make no move to resist.
(what have you gotten yourself into?)
with one final sigh, your fingers curl around the doorknob, outfit hanging off your arm. not before sending one final glance back at satoru, reinstating your conditions. âjust this once. then youâre selling it. or burning it.â
âyes, yes â you have my word,â he promises. before you can narrow your eyes, he pushes you forward, gently; bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet. âgo on, iâm waiting!â
âyeah, yeahâŚâ
the door closes behind you with a soft thud, and the reality of the situation begins to finally dawn on you. the maid outfit weighs heavy on your heart, but light in your arms â you gaze down at it with pure contempt. itâs not like you have a choice, though. satoru wonât let you wriggle away from this one. and maybe, just maybe, a part of you wants to indulge him, after all.
(his smile shone so brightly, in the light of the sun.)
and itâs almost cautious, the way you begin to dress yourself; first the thigh highs, black and silky, then the outfit itself. pulling it over your head, your arms sneaking through the openings.Â
itâs a perfect fit.Â
a second passes. you stop to think, brows furrowing in suspicion â did the little bastard measure you? just to make sure he got it exactly right? he has been rummaging through your closet more than usual, recently, but you didnât think much of it. over the years, youâve conditioned yourself not to question the things that he does. that sneaky, sneaky man.
after putting on the headwear, you finally lift your gaze, tentative and slow â to take a peek at your own reflection. the flush on your face stands out, a contrast to the black and white colour scheme of the outfit.Â
and you canât help but exhale, a little exasperated.
itâs so⌠frilly. there are frills on the sleeves, on the shoulderpads, on the skirt, on the hems⌠everywhere. little bows litter the surface of the smooth fabric, a big one attached to the collar, and several smaller ones across the sleeves.Â
and as much as you loath to admit it â it is kind of cute.Â
still, you canât shake the feeling that youâre only embarrassing yourself. itâs hard not to think, when a maid outfit is staring into your soul through the mirror â and you just so happen to be wearing it.
(what the hell are you even doing?)
a low groan slips from your lips, and you crouch down, to bury your face in your knees. the flush of your cheeks is beginning to spread towards the tips of your ears, growing hotter by the minute. satoruâs about to see you like this, of all people. how on earth will he react?
(what if he thinks it looks weird, too?)Â
âiâm still waiting!â a voice suddenly exclaims, sing-songy and sweet, and closer than you realized. has he just been standing there and waiting in silence, this whole time? of course he has.
âjust ââ you croak out, words a little strangled. âjust⌠give me a minute.â
satoru lets out a high-pitched whine, cheek pressed against the cold wood of the door. âbut iâve been waiting so long already!â he complains, pouting, the urge to see you growing unbearable. impatience tugging at his heart, so excited he can barely pull himself together.
(all he can think of is you, you, you.)
curling up into a little ball, you attempt to swallow the bundle of nerves in the back of your throat â but that jittery, feather-light feeling of your heartbeat just wonât go away. it makes you feel a little paralyzed.
you're actually, genuinely, sincerely about to go show off a goddamn maid outfit. what the hell.
when you finally grasp control over your vocal cords and part your lips to speak, the voice that spills out into the air sounds more than a little meek. but you canât quite bring yourself to care, overcome by a heart-tingling nervosity and the heat of your skin.
 â⌠i donât want to.â
satoru pauses.Â
he can picture you, in his mindâs eye; the way you must look, right now. clad in frills and a cute little skirt, face flushed red and embarrassed, as you shift from foot to foot. and it takes concentrated effort, to bite back the coo that threatens to crawl up his throat â but he knows itâs still not too late for you to change your mind. if he wants to see you, he needs to be careful. so he tactfully opts not to tease you.
âcome on, angel,â he soothes, instead. voice smooth like honey, like coffee with cream and too much sweetener. âdonât be embarrassed.â
you stay silent, still attempting to suffocate the tinge of humiliation in the depths of your chest. so satoru continues. âjust come on out, hm? might as well get it over with. then you wonât have to think of it again.â
a moment passes.
â⌠do i have to?â
the corners of his lips curl up.
ah, youâre so cute. all embarrassed, almost childish, in the way youâre still trying to be difficult; and satoru just indulges you, all too eager to get you to show yourself to him. âyes, you do,â he coos. âbe good f' me and come on out, okay?â
a couple moments pass. eerily silent, growing second by second. the only sound that fills the air is that of satoruâs soft breathing, the distant whirring of the ceiling fan.
until finally, he hears the squeak of the bathroom floor. you stand up, turning to glance at your reflection in the mirror one last time, before hesitantly reaching for the doorknob.
itâs slow, the way you open the door, agonizingly so â pushing at it slightly and dragging the movement out. and you can feel satoruâs presence, right behind it, as he takes a step back to give you space. when you finally step over the threshold, you adamantly refuse to meet his gaze.
(satoruâs breath hitches in his throat.)
there you stand, gaze stubbornly averted, expression flustered and mildly annoyed. cheeks dusted a dark cherry-red, that crawls towards the tips of your ears as you fidget with your frilly, oversized sleeves. theyâre dressed in little bows, awfully cute, and so is the skirt â short, but not enough to expose the skin of your thighs above the thigh highs. you still squirm a little, thighs pressed together.Â
and then, of course, the big bow on your collar to complete the look. pink in colour, a stark contrast to the whites and blacks of the remaining outfit.
after a moment passes with nothing but pure silence, your lips part to speak. doing anything you can to stop yourself from looking over at the man in front of you, afraid of what youâll see. âi donât think it suits me,â is muttered, a tiny huff. â⌠and i still donât see the appeal, by the way.â
â but satoru doesnât answer.Â
he just stares. uncharacteristically silent, in a way youâre wholly unaccustomed to. enough so that you find yourself gnawing at your bottom lip, fidgeting with the hem of the skirt, hoping the smooth texture will soothe your nerves a little. the beating of your heart resounds in your ears, sending blood flowing through your veins with excited pumps.
the silence festers, and all you can do is let it grow, your nervosity thickening with it â until itâs just too much to bear.Â
(ahh, you knew it. it really does look weird, doesnât it? thatâs to be expected.Â
still, you canât help but feel just slightly dejected.)Â
â⌠why arenât you saying anything?âÂ
the little mumble comes out sounding embarrassed, and maybe just a little defeated, too. but satoru doesnât hear it. as your gaze falls on the man in question, slowly, you take in his expression with a frown on your face â and realize that he isnât just keeping quiet.Â
heâs completely stunned.Â
no matter how hard you stare, you canât seem to get a good read on his expression. heâs just standing there, face completely blank, eyes entirely obscured by the black of his shades. the light streaming in through the glass of the windows has shifted its course, falling away from the two of you â but you still see the vague, red tinge crawling up his neck.Â
and as soon as you spot it, satoru begins his descent.
crouching down to the floor, silently, he brings his hands up to cover his face. feet against the ground with his knees folded, pressed against his chest, stilling as he inhales sharply. shades seated on top of his head, pushed up by his hands when he buried his face in them. a groan drops from his lips, muffled by the skin of his palms â but you can hear it clear as day.
âhold on, just⌠give me a minuteâŚâ he finally croaks out, words somehow tiny. almost shy.Â
upon closer inspection, you realize your eyes werenât deceiving you â there really is a red hue to his neck, one you arenât used to seeing on him. strawberry-tinged dust, staining his smooth skin, the tips of his burning ears. satoru actually looks flustered, for once. and your heart canât help but flutter.
â he thinks he might actually, genuinely die.
itâs a wonder, he thinks, that he managed not to fall to his knees the very moment he laid eyes on you. all dolled up; frilly and cute, in his own words, though they donât come even close to properly describing how adorable you look right now. with your flushed face, shy eyes, and all those little frills and bows adorning your dress. rendering him speechless, clogging up his throat with pure unbridled love. a mouthful of honey, too sweet for even him to swallow.
god. god. he really, really needs to pull himself together.
crouched down like this, face hidden behind his hands, he can physically feel himself grow more and more flustered. senses invaded by the sound of his heartbeat, deep and visceral, until itâs all he can hear â he knew you were going to look cute, obviously, but he was seriously underestimating you. your cuteness is lethal.Â
even just the sight makes him weak in the knees. even just the thought of you makes him feel a little like his heart is attempting to break out of his chest. hurling itself at his ribcage with ferocious resolve, like he could keel over and die of heart failure at any given moment. heâs pleasantly surprised that heâs managed to suppress the loud squeal his body keeps trying to let out, honestly.
and while satoru struggles with his deep, internal turmoil, all you can do is watch. looking down at him with wide eyes, as his skin flushes a bright pink, like little chrysanthemums blooming from his neck up to his ears.Â
yeah, you think, thereâs no doubt about it. satoru is flustered. itâs not a side of him you get to see very often, so you canât help but be just slightly caught off guard. staring at him silently, until you snap out of it, eyes simmering with something soft and delighted.
heâs so cute.
(and maybe, just maybe â it makes you want to tease him, a little bit.)
so you crouch down, facing him with your knees against your chest, jaw resting on your crossed forearms as you gaze at him. heâs still not looking at you, face hidden behind his palms, shying away from your view.
and then you sigh. the sound catches his attention, soft â and just a little bit dejected.
â⌠youâre the one who wanted me to wear it,â your lips curl down into a pout, âand now you wonât even look at me?â
satoru stiffens.Â
(you sound sad. you sound disappointed.)
slowly, he parts his fingers, desperate to soothe you â blue eyes peeking out through the gaps, as if the sight of you could blind him. he then proceeds to move his hands, tentative, laboured, like heâs dragging heavy weights off his body. like itâs a struggle.Â
with his face finally exposed, all flushed and pretty, bright azure eyes stare at you; brimming with pure adoration.Â
satoru exhales, almost shaky. he has to take another moment to simply look at you, as if drinking in every inch of your expression. memorizing every corner of the face heâs grown to love so much.
a moment passes. then two.
then, he practically pounces on you â engulfing you like a tidal wave, trapping you in his big arms as they go to curl around your waist. shades falling off at the impact, hitting the floor with a soft thunk.
âyouâre killing me,â he whines, loud and right by your ear. nuzzling into you, squeezing you like heâs a puppy with a chew toy. âyouâre so, so, so cute. dâyou want me to have a heart attack?â
a hitch of your breath. thatâs all you can manage, utterly failing to keep up with him as he presses you up against his chest. rocking you back and forth in his embrace, smearing open mouthed kisses across your skin; whining and murmuring about how adorable you look.Â
a flurry of warmth, of love, of something a little too precious for words. something distinctly satoru, that makes you forget about everything else â as if the world stops spinning somewhere outside of his arms. as if thatâs where you belong.
all you can do is indulge him. maybe youâre spoiling him a little too much, but it feels nice; letting him drown you in his overwhelming affection. the thought of creasing the dress doesnât even seem to cross his mind, as he squeezes the life out of you.
evidently, satoru suffers from an acute case of cuteness aggression.Â
âso adorable,â he murmurs, leaving wet kisses on your cheeks. his exaggerated mwahs make you feel just a tad shy. âmy little sweetheart. all dressed up for me.âÂ
squirming in his hold, he only brings you closer, smothering you in his warm embrace. the slightly erratic beating of his heart is all you can hear, with your cheek squished against his chest. arms keeping you nice and still, lips lingering over that one ticklish spot behind your ear.Â
a little giggle slips from your lips, and satoru feels himself smile; wide and giddy, boyish and adoring. nuzzling into the comfort of your chest, soft fabric brushing against his skin, a low whine escapes his throat. âcan't take it. wanna put you in my pocket.â
âyour pocket?â a grin blooms on your lips, words dripping with honeyed amusement. satoru grins right back.
âmy pocket,â he hums, approvingly. âyouâre just so cute and small. gotta keep you close, so i donât lose you.â
a huff, lighthearted.Â
suddenly, the grip around your midriff tightens â and youâre hoisted up, stumbling a little as satoru lets go of you. still holding onto you by your wrists, softly, delicately, as if youâre made of glass. when you lift your head, all you can see is his satisfied little grin, and the twinkle of his eyes.
your heart flutters.Â
satoru gazes at you, silently, still drinking you in. every second spent staring into the brightness of your eyes fills his heart up just a little more; colourful, heart-shaped candies, scooped up and poured into the hole in his chest. patching it right back up, so effortlessly sweet that it makes him want to pluck every star from the sky and offer them at your feet.Â
âalright,â he breathes, taking a step back. breaking the delicate silence, a little dance between him and time. fingers still curled around your wrist. âdo a twirl for me.â
a humoured scoff. âhell no.â
âaw, come on! you gotta pose for the photo, baby.â
before you know it, satoruâs got his phone out â and itâs aimed right at you. by the time you notice it, youâre fairly certain heâs already managed to snap a couple pictures. so all you can do is sigh, in faux exasperation.
âcâmon, câmon,â he coos. âgive me a smile, pretty.â
a roll of your eyes, as you bite your lip to muffle a soft bout of laughter. it doesnât really work. âiâm good.â
satoru seems unaffected by your words, pulling back from your touch reluctantly; just so he can make a show out of playing the cameraman, switching between elaborate positions and taking pictures from angle after angle. somehow, you get the feeling heâs forgotten your request to keep the pictures to a minimum.
(he looks like heâs having fun, though. so you let it slide. just this once.)
âgod. youâre way too cute for your own good, you know that?â he murmurs, leaning down to take another picture. and it flusters you, how smoothly the words slip from his lips, how it seems like he barely even has to think about them at all.Â
itâs a little embarrassing, in a heart-fluttering kind of way. but you do your best to hide it.
âyouâre a sap,â is all you say, soft smile playing at your lips.Â
âand youâre adorable,â satoru grins.Â
then he slips his phone into his back pocket, satisfied with the collection, and grabs your hand.
his fingers curl around yours, softly â and then he lifts it up. bringing it to his lips. theyâre warm, as he kisses across your knuckles, the tips of your fingers. soft as a feather, tickling your skin.Â
(as if heâs whispering psalms under his breath. as if heâs worshipping you.)
then he tilts his head, eyes gazing at you sweetly. sweeter than fresh mandarin slices, splotches of marmalade, his favorite caramel fudge. and his eyes crinkle, crowâs feet and dimples peeking out as he smiles, an easygoing kind of joy blooming on that pretty face of his â youthful, boyish. it suits him more than anything.
his voice comes out smooth, awfully coaxing. so very easy to give in to, paired with that breathtaking grin.��
âone tiny twirl?â he asks, politely.
heâs so annoying.Â
(but youâre far too in love to say no.)
so with a single roll of your eyes, and a soft little scoff, you relent. indulging him once more, just one more time. just one little twirl.
satoru feels his heart squeeze painfully, deep within his chest, as he watches you spin around. skirt and frills ruffled by the movement. just once, a soft little twirl with your fingers intertwined. far too precious for his heart to take.
when you stop, just a tiny bit dizzy, he leans in, and the kiss he leaves on your forehead is soft. chaste, but it still pulls a blissful sigh from the back of your throat. satoruâs lips curl up against your skin, before he pulls back â eyes almost overflowing with affection.
âcutie.â
you blink.Â
averting your gaze, flustering a little under the weight of his love-filled eyes, all you can do is emit a soft little huff. embarrassed, as it flows from your lips. but it only makes satoruâs smile grow further.
âokay, okay. youâve had your fun.â you clear your throat. âtimeâs up.â
suddenly, satoruâs eyes fill with something akin to dread â nose crinkling, just barely, a sign of his displeasure. ânoooo,â he whines, draping his arms around you. tugging you close. âjust a little more? please? pretty please?â
ânope! we said ten minutes. no take backs.â
âcanât i have an extension? since iâm your favorite?â satoru pouts, puppy dog eyes in full force. only this time, they donât work as well as heâd hoped.
ânope,â you repeat, popping the p. âsorry.â another whine buzzes right by your ear, and you smile.Â
âand then weâre burning it.â
ânoooo!âÂ
âsorry, but itâs gotta go.â you bite back a soft grin. satoru sounds agonized, voice dripping with grief, and it makes your heart dance with barely contained laughter.
âbut then you canât wear it anymore, babyâŚâ
âthatâs kinda the point, toru.â
âbut youâre so cute in it,â he pouts, bringing you closer still. squeezing at your waist and rubbing his cheek against the top of your head. âitâd be such a waste if you never wore it again, donâtcha think?â
heâs trying his best, you can tell â attempting to make you falter, coax you into wearing it just a little longer. but for today, youâre done indulging him.
âwell, too bad.â nuzzling into his neck, your tone settles on a firm tilt; decisive, as you nip at his skin. just a little teasing. âi said iâd never wear it again, and i meant it.â
a moment passes. maybe itâs the warmth of your lips on his skin, or maybe he can tell you arenât budging â whatever the case, satoru finally seems to relent. an exhale tumbles from his tongue, deep and drawn out. âfineee,â he drawls. âiâll just buy you a new one.â
âi wonât wear it. iâll just get angry.â
âat lilâ old me? really?â
âreally really,â you click your tongue. âif you love maid outfits so much, why donât you wear one yourself?â a beat. âitâd look good on you.â
satoru perks up, suddenly. pulling away so his eyes can meet yours, bright and teasing, glazed over with something excited. âoh?â he purrs. âyou wanna see me in one, huh? so bold, baby.â
a scoff slips from your lips, sharp but tinged with laughter. âwell, itâs only fair, right?â grinning up at him, your hand reaches out to smooth away his bangs. fingertips trailing across the expanse of skin, touch so very tender that his eyes flutter shut. âi think youâd pull it off better than i ever could, anyway.â
a hum buzzes in his throat, seconds ticking by slowly; a dance with him and time. an attempt to prolong the softness of the moment.
âhmm⌠well, iâll consider it.â just barely holding back a smile, he leans into your touch. âyou gotta wear it with me, though. we can buy a matching set!â
âthat makes no sense,â you huff, with a raise of your brow. âiâve already worn it once, so next time, itâs gotta be all you.â
âsorry, baby, but you need to do it too.â he cradles you close, smoothing a palm down your spine, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. chest rumbling with the smooth timbre of his voice, words rich with teasing fondness. âiâm too shy to do it by myself.â
and you really, really wish you could be angry with him â but itâs just impossible.Â
satoru is just way too lovable, smile far too sunny and warm for you not to melt under. and his caress says more than words ever could, light and doting, careful and loving; like how a believer cups a handful of holy water. as if you could slip from his grasp at any moment, so he has to keep you extra close.
in the end, all protests and complaints die on your tongue. you only laugh, soft and breathy, filling the air with a fondness so palpable you can almost taste it. bordering on something close to a scoff, but never quite getting there.Â
eventually, satoru does â begrudgingly â let you change out of the outfit. whining a little, sulking a tad, before brightening right back up again. like clockwork, the sun peeking out after a rain shower, the calm after the storm. always that same happy smile, wrapping you around his little finger.
satoru, in all his glory; your very own pocket of sunshine. annoying, stubborn, thoughtful âÂ
and yours, wholly and thoroughly.
(while youâre busy gazing at him adoringly, satoru grumbles under his breath. contemplation painted on his features, as his mind spins in circles. frills, bows, laceâŚ
what kind of design would make him look the prettiest for you?)
#satoru âmy girl look so good today im abt to scream and moan and throw upâ gojo#he is so husband coded to me. so unbelievably babygirl#he would absolutely wear a maid dress if u asked him to btw. and he would rock that shit so hard.#justâŚâŚ. gojo in a dressâŚâŚâŚâŚ.. breathe if u agree#im a firm believer in flustered satoru alsoâŚ..#it wouldnt happen often but if u act cute enough i just think smth in his brain stops working#and he grins rly wide and tries to cover his face w his hands so you wont see how much hes blushing. if u tease him more he squeaks#who said that.#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x you#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk#gojo fluff#jjk fluff
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