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When I talked to the moon last night, I told her about you.
husband!gojo x reader drabble. he loves his wife SO much. just little romantic rituals.
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Shirtless, leaning against the railing of his balcony, Gojo exhaled blissfully. The curtains from inside flapped against the wind, reminding him that he hadn’t slid the doors shut. But he didn’t mind, as he was able to view your half-covered body tangled in his sheets, chest rising and falling in slow, peaceful breaths. A smile on your face despite the deep slumber he lulled you into.
Satoru did promise that you would never fall asleep without a smile on your face if you married him.
And he was proud to keep it.
You were everything to him, and he found a routine to follow after making love to you—wandering out to his balcony to thank the moon, the stars, or whatever was shining down on him from above. Like he often did as a child, gazing up at the moon as if it contained all of life’s answers, as if its wisdom whispered the key to your happiness.
Satoru found solace in the moon. And when the moon told him about the sun, he told the moon about you. The brightest, most important star in his universe. Nothing would ever outshine you in his mind.
He was so lucky to have you, and a day never passed without him acknowledging it.
Overcome with emotion, Satoru’s fingers tightened around the metal railing, slumping over it, as if he was afraid to keep gazing at the moon and its brilliance. The same overwhelming understanding washed over him. Gazing up at the moon was the equivalent of looking into your eyes.
Such beauty. An indescribable force. You. His Goddess. How lucky he was to have you by his side, in his bed, in his life.
The brightness from outside shined so perfectly into your eyes, that they flickered open. As you sat up, the first thing you saw was your husband on the balcony, deep in thought.
The muscles of his back seemed to contort under the moonlight. Your husband was so melodramatic.
“Is it a full moon tonight?” You whispered groggily from behind, not giving him a moment to reply before embracing him and resting your head against his back.
He didn’t need to ask why you joined him, as the first few times he asked, you always mumbled a cute and tired, “Toru, you know I can’t sleep without you.”
Chuckling softly, Gojo turned around to face you and pulled you into his chest. “Look for yourself, my love,” he whispered, pressing a light, gentle kiss on your forehead.
Exhaling, your nose scrunched, a playful glint in your eyes as you glanced up at him. Every time he held you so tightly, so carefully and protectively, you felt like you were falling in love with him all over again.
The brightness of the moon was clear, and it seemed to light up the entire sky, casting shadows along the drifting clouds, and highlighting Gojo’s features. Sometimes, it was hard to believe he was your husband. How lucky you were.
“What is the moon saying tonight?” you teased with a lighthearted tone.
Satoru claimed that the moon told him to marry you, after all. You are my sun, Y/N. He whispered every time he had to depart from you.
Without the sun, the moon would know nothing but darkness. And every morning, the light and joy you greeted him with was an everlasting reminder that he found his other half.
Glancing back to the stars dotting the sky, hardly visible from the moon’s brilliance, Gojo’s eyes twinkled. “The moon congratulated me.”
Arms slipping around his waist, you questioned in a curious murmur. “For what?”
His head tilted back to gain a better look at you. “Somehow convincing you to marry me.” He smiled sleepily, leaning down to capture your lips again. Kissing you would never grow tiresome, it was the action he looked forward to most every morning and every night. It was like he would die without it.
“Well the sun knows it didn’t take much convincing.” You took both of his hands in yours and tugged him back to the door’s entrance. “But maybe I can ask it again in the morning.”
“Just to make sure?” He smiled.
Falling back into the king-sized bed, you sighed innocently, beckoning Gojo to follow you. Once he did, you cuddled up next to him. One hand on his cheek, you pressed your lips against his.
“The sun makes no mistakes, my love,” you mumbled against his lips.
I’m not crying! You’re crying!
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Steve and Peggy’s Modern Adventures (part 20/?)
↳ That time Steve took Peggy for a weekend away from the city. With extra luggage.
the coffee date
summary : felix has a date with the cute barista he’s been pining over for a little over a year . it does not go the way it was supposed to .
pairing : felix escellun x gn!reader
genre : modern!au , romance , felix being a fool in love
notes : idc if last legacy is dying i WILL eat my own crumbs as if it’s a whole 10-course meal
felix was late.
it wasn’t even fashionably late, no. this was the kind of late that sent him rolling off his bed and slipping twice on his way to the bathroom at record time and speed, the numbers on the ridiculous duck digital clock that anisa and sage got him as a housewarming gift reminding him of how he had truly messed up this time. this was the kind of late that made even his papa grimace– papa, who’s never looked at felix or scylla with anything less warm and loving than a smile. the ‘oh shit, i’ve fucked up’ kind of late. he could almost hear sage and rime in his mind, snickering away like the assholes that they were while anisa just sighed.
he had already sent multiple messages saying how sorry he was, not caring for the fact that he had nearly been run over in traffic twice. the heels of his shoes clicked rhythmically against the darkening concrete as he pushed through the crowd of raincoats and umbrellas and people who were far more put together than he would ever be. was all these apology messages necessary? yes. did they matter more than his life? absolutely.
felix stopped in the middle of the pavement.
… he was in dire need of some coffee if he had no problem with risking his life for a barista. i mean, it wasn’t as if you weren’t the loveliest person he had the blessing of meeting in all his 26 years of living, but it also wasn’t like felix could confidently associate you with the big letter L word just yet. and he wasn’t a believer of those cliches like love at first sight or soulmates; he spited fate to much to ever have a happy endidng if that were the case. but he was … fond. yes, fond. that was the word. he was so indescribably fond of you that perhaps he’d risk a little scratch here and there, but it wasn’t like– he didn’t mean it in a way that– uh. huh?
felix groaned as he shook the stray, wet strands of raven hair out of his face. he was delusional. he needed to get himself together before the date, lest he make more of a fool of himself in front of you.
of all days the gods could have chosen to spite him and his arrogant existence, today had to be the one where the entire world seemed to be against felix. that damned duck clock hadn’t worked even though felix had clearly remembered setting an alarm the previous night after he finished his essay before its due deadline at midnight, and he ended up waking up with only two hours to get ready for the date he had been planning ever since he first laid his eyes on you behind the counter. then scylla (who was felix’s second suspect in the crime of sabotaging his alarm clock) had refused to get out of his shower after she slept on his couch the night before, claiming that perfection takes time. felix was still seething about it now. as if she needed to spend more than an hour making herself look perfect! she took all of the good genes, that damned womaniser! and like a cherry on top, it had started raining cats and dogs on his way to the cafe. consequently, he would be arriving at his date incredibly late, looking like a mess. an absolute mess.
but felix was nothing if not an arrogant man whose sole purpose was to spite any authoritative figure that tried to tell him what to do, especially if it was fate herself.
finally reaching his destination, he rushed underneath the rain shelter and allowed himself half a second to breathe out a sigh of relief, before quickly pulling out his compact mirror to give himself a once-over. once he had made sure that his eyeliner hadn’t smudged (and a few more attempts at fixing the hopeless mess that was his hair), felix took a deep breath to steel himself before walking into the café, the bell announcing his arrival.
he swung around to make a u-turn the moment he saw the sage and anisa sitting at the corner booth, where they definitely should not have been.
“felix! over here!”
he turned back around, following the lovely voice that had risen over the idle chatter of the café. chivalry was not dead. chivalry was not dead. chivalry was not death, he chanted in his mind. a small, seething voice added: i’m going to kill sage if he doesn’t put that damned whiteboard down. felix forced himself to ignore the glaring ‘0 POINTS!!! WHY ARE YOU SO LATE????’ that sage had written in red marker.
“i am so, so sorry for being late,” he rushed as he slid onto the seat across you, taking your hands in his as he apologised profusely, “i know it’s not a proper excuse but i swear, my alarm was sabotaged and then my sister wouldn’t get out of the bathroom even thought it’s my house and gods, don’t even get me started on the rain–”
“felix,” the soft chuckle that passed from your lips cuts him off, and felix found himself staring as you grin at him fondly, shaking your head, “felix, it’s fine. you’ve sent me at least a dozen texts apologising about how you were going to be late.”
oh. the man’s cheeks flushed as he recalled the dozen messages he’d sent you with more typos than what was socially acceptable. your pretty lips twitched into a smile as you watched him, eyes soft. your gaze is fond– much too fond for felix to look directly at you without blushing like some silly schoolgirl. he coughed, averting his gaze from your eyes to your interlocked hands.
your interlocked hands.
almost immediately, he heard sage whistle. internally, felix cursed. externally? he jumped back and tucked his hands to his chest, before hastily setting them down on the edge of the table when he realised how weird he must look. he could almost see sage smack his palm against his face, trying to stifle a laugh. he was going to kill him later. and did anisa really think that he wouldn’t recognise her with that pathetic excuse of a disguise? even with those thick-framed glasses and the paper crowbar moustache taped above her mouth, there was no mistaking her favourite bow and the pink streaks that ran through her hair.
felix hung his head, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. he was going to murder them once this date was over.
he perked up, however, at the call of your name from the counter. you begin to rise from your seat just as felix realised that, even though he was nearly an hour late, the table you had been occupying was completely spotless. he looked up at you, eyes wide.
“you didn’t order anything yet?” he asked, almost disbelievingly.
you grinned sheepishly, tucking your hair behind your ear. he saw your eyes flit over to the corner booth, before they settled on him again.
“i was waiting for you, actually,” you tell him, before inclining your head towards the direction of his friends discreetly. anisa and sage, ever so attentive, duck behind a menu and a whiteboard respectively. felix’s brow furrowed. this was a café, so where on earth did anisa get that menu from? “your friends were already here when i arrived and insisted on giving me a bite of their cake though. i hope you don’t mind.”
felix felt like slamming his head against the table. as if it wasn’t enough to stalk him and his date, sage just had to make contact first? it was like the man was trying to climb up to the top spot of felix’s blacklist and get himself cursed.
“it’s really no problem, dear. i should apologise for making you wait so long to order,” he assured you, trying to save face as he smiles. it was hard to do so genuinely when he could see sage right behind you, waving his damn whiteboard. PAY FOR THE DRINKS. oh my gods.
“don’t worry about it,” you beamed at him, and felix’s heart skipped a beat, “i hope you’re fine with some pastries and your usual coffee. i thought it’d be a good time to order once you texted me that you were nearby, but i didn’t want to make you get into an accident or something if i asked you to text me what you wanted while you were crossing the road or something.”
oh, you were an absolute angel.
“you know me so well,” he almost sighed dreamily, but managed to settle for a soft smile. gods, you didn’t think that he was a lovesick weirdo, did you? thankfully, you just smiled at him before heading to the counter to collect your order. he watched you go, his heart fond, before sage caught his eye from across the room again. anisa was still hiding behind her menu, but the white-haired man wasn’t even trying to be subtle as he pointed at his whiteboard.
BE A MAN, FELIX.
oh, fuck him. he casually flipped him off before turning his gaze to the sky outside, his lips quirking up slightly. you had picked the window seat. he’d have to remember that for when he arrived earlier for your next date.
the weather had gotten worse since he entered the café. the rain was pouring down heavily, the sky painted in dark shades of grey. he wondered if sage and anisa would follow them out if he tried to lure you into another café. he wouldn’t risk ruining your outfit with the rain, but he’d appreciate the chance to push sage into a muddy puddle. he deserved it, as a treat.
“here we are!”
felix blinked as you set down the paper bag on the table in front of him. he could smell the aroma of his black coffee and your signature drink alongside some baked treats, but …
“did you mean to buy our meal to-go or …” a single brow raised, puzzled as he looked up at you with an expression that abandoned all attempts in looking anything but confused. but you just grinned, a mischevious glint in your eyes as you reached out and tangled your fingers with his.
“shall we make a run for it?” you asked him giddily, “before your friends catch up to us?”
felix changed his mind. soulmates definitely existed, and he had already met his match.
The thought that after Astarion ascends he’s still… in there, somewhere, screaming? That keeps me up at night
Look! It's Bepo! :D
I love love love Heart Pirates and I'm a big fan of our lovely Bepo, so! Here he is! :D
(inspired by "Heart Pirates" fanart by Tansuke0427 and many many arts I have seen)
this is so cute, laios is such a good brother
A little desertduo hug for the soul :]
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