How Sweet !

how sweet ! —

SYP — silly shenanigans 😸

GEN. — fluff, crack

WARN. — f!reader, not proofread or edited.

REQ. — “hi pretty!! can i request a drabble with nagi, camilo and other characters playing roblox together? it can be any game just roblox in general! love you <33”

NOTES. — omg!! xyae being active???!!! also cha eunwoo the man that u are😕 i literally dont write for encanto anymore but 🤡

“babe.”

you freeze for a moment and gulp before slowly moving your arm to peel back the duvet from your body. you hear shuffles before a hand grips your arm firmly but gently.

“just where do you think you’re going, hm?” he huffs, voice raspy and deep before his arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to his side.

you curse under your breath and give in, deciding that this is the only logical decision compared to the ones you’ve made in the past. you’ve learnt from past mistakes.

you see, your boyfriend would rather let the world burn under his touch than have you slip from his arms before he awakens from his slumber, especially in the morning. (he’s more prone to grouchiness and a bad mood throughout the day without his morning cuddles but he argues that it’s just too early to wake up.)

“i was just getting up to get some water. i was g’na come right back, honest!” you nod your head and muster your best convincing smile as he watches you lie straight through your teeth.

he looks at you, unamused eyes drooping after every second.

“could you lie a little bit better? theres a full glass of water near your nightstand,” he yawns, lying down on your chest and using you as a pillow. you curse softly again and he chuckles quietly, his shoulders shaking.

he nuzzles into you and tightens his grip on you. “you’re not going anywhere, stop trying.”

you sigh. you’re definitely aware with the amount of times you’ve attempted to escape the warm confines of his bed and arms. it’s always resulted in you getting dragged back and plopped on the bed.

still, it’s charming and flattering how willing he is to spend time with you by his side in the mornings, despite it ruining your motivation to be more productive in the early hours of the day.

“15 minutes and we have to get up,” you hum, playing with his hair.

“noo,” he whines. “at least an hour..”

you sputter a little, “an hour? we have to eat something soon.”

he huffs, leaning into your fingers as they gently card through his hair. “just order off of doordash or somethin’,” he trails off, dropping all his weight on you before falling back asleep.

you can feel your eye twitch.

“OH MY GOD, NO!” you scream, leaning back on your chair and almost falling over. you toss your phone on the loveseat nearby and scramble to hug your legs together.

he lets out a few chuckles before full on laughing. “it’s not even scary, why are you screaming?” he puts his phone down, looking at you with a boyish grin.

“no! im not touching that game,” you sulk, still trembling from the (not-so) terrifying jumpscare you were a victim to.

“baby,” he purses his lips together to suppress his laughter. “its a block game! you can’t be seriously scared of it, right?”

you look at him in disbelief and scoff, “beat the game yourself then!”

he shrugs, flashing you a smug smirk. “let’s make a deal. if i don’t flinch throughout every level of this game, you have to pay for the takeout.” (you both know its a lie, this man will die before he lets you use your money to pay.)

you huff, “sure. but if you do, i get to pick the movie.”

“deal, i’m not ‘bouta watch ‘Tinkerbell and the pirate fairy’ again,” he shudders, picking his phone back up and progressing through the level.

“its a good movie!” you argue.

“mhm, sure. but when i win, we’re rewatching gossip g-AH!” he lets out a girlish scream, scrambling off of the couch and dropping his phone without hesitation.

your shoulders shake from the cackle you let out before the uncontrollable giggles follow after.

you wipe tears gathering on your lashline, “wow, real brave, babe.”

he crosses his arms, face turning red as he juts his bottom lip out a little. “whatever, it just caught me offguard!” he tries to justify, looking away from your smiling face.

“it’s okay, baby. its totally normal to scream even louder than your girlfriend when you play a horror game on a block g-”

“SO TINKERBELL RIGHT?” he suggests loudly, trying to change the subject.

you giggle and he groans. (yea, you’re definitely not letting this go.)

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#1

— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO, rin (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE, ITTO, diluc, wriothesely, alhaitham (star rail) sampo, JING YUAN (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KUROO (KNY) tengen, giyu, sanemi (assclass) KARMA, gakushu (jjk) GOJO, geto, megumi () YOUR FAVES

#2

— (bllk) REO, isagi, bachira (genshin) CHILDE, ITTO, KAVEH (star rail) sampo (KNY) TENGEN (jjk) GOJO, yuji (ENCANTO) CAMILO () YOUR FAVES

gojo satoru, the six eye user prodigy, strongest sorcerer..

and huge baby.

“utahime, please tell that blindfolded idiot to get off of the floor,” yaga grunts, rubbing his temple before another headache reveals itself.

the scarred girl deadpans, turning her head to glare at the man collapsed on the floor.

the room might as well be flooding due to his fat streams of crocodile tears.

“gojo, what’s the problem this time?” she sighs, watching as the 6 ft manchild stands shakily.

he huffs a sharp breath and shudders, “my wife has been separated from me yet again.”

utahime feels a vein pop when he tilts his head back to suppress more tears from flowing.

yaga clears his throat, “l/n merely excused herself not even 10 minutes ago. what kind of shenanigans are you up to as she’s away?”

gojo gasps, “me? shenanigans? how cruel of you to assume, principal!”

with a hand on his heart, he frantically shakes his head, “can’t i not be a husband missing the embrace of my amazing, beautiful and talented wife?”

utahime shakes her head, “honestly, how does l/n live her life married to an immature brat like you.” she huffs, watching the first years and some of the second years enter the room.

“i agree! l/n needs more credit,” the young brunette nods her head, arms on her waist.

he hears yuji chuckle sheepishly, “sorry sensei, i have to agree with her on this one.”

“it’s hard enough for me to be around you most of the time, how does she do it nearly everyday?” maki interjects as she looks the man up and down judgementally.

“salmon.”

with a look of horror, he looks at megumi, hoping he would defend him and his pride. all hope shatters when he sees the sea urchin merely shrugging his shoulders with a small smirk tugging on his lips.

gojo crumples back to the floor, all colour drained from his face as his students and their friends gang up on him.

the door slides open and you enter the room, looking confused at the sight before you.

the first years are laughing at your white haired husband, who’s on the floor shaking and holding his head in his hands. “what’s going o-” you start before getting pounced on.

“wifey! im so glad you’re here!” gojo hugs you tightly, completely smothering your smaller figure in his large frame.

“l/n, blink twice if you need help!” nobara suggests, giggling with maki and yuji while the man suffocating you lets out a whine.

you stifle a chuckle, looking at gojo who’s slowly sliding down, knees back on the floor as he tightens his arms around your waist.

you pat the mess of white tufts. “‘toru, are you okay?” you trail off, slightly moving away from his approaching face to avoid getting drenched in his crocodile tears.

“no! i’m being bullied by people half and twice my age!” he pouts through your shirt. he turns his head to shoot everyone else in the room dirty looks through the cloth covering his eyes.

“haters!”

you blink, looking at him with an unreadable expression.

“this is the world’s strongest sorcerer?”

“AREN’T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE?”

i finally watched jjk 😼 sorry if some characters might seem a lil ooc, i only just finished the first season! i wrote this at 2am when i couldn’t sleep so if u guys have any feedback, lmk and i’ll try to rectify this 💞

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“operation: idiot in love!” —

SYP — local idiot develops a crush on the campus’ sweetheart and attempts to fight off anyone else out for her heart. (beach version!)

GEN. — fluff, crack

WARN. — satoru is an idiot in love, implied fem!reader, you wear a bikini/two piece swimsuit and have long hair, no curse au, current modern slang and humor used, 2008 satoru so everybody introduced is a teen (18-19)

NOTES — have this since summer break’s almost over 😼 um so were not gna talk abt how i didnt explain how reader’s the school’s sweetheart js let me have this kay 😞✊ not proofread yet

“guys, the love of my life is right there. i gotta lock in,” the white haired teen states, keeping his eyes trained on your figure who’s clad in a two piece bathing suit before unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his toned body.

both of his close friends groaned, one pinching his nose-bridge and the other rolling her eyes.

“um, im sensing a lot of negativity here and not enough support,” satoru scoffs, putting his sunglasses back on.

“you can’t seriously expect us to support someone who can’t even act normal within a mile radius of his long time hallway crush,” suguru chuckles sarcastically.

“oh, suguru,” satoru dreamily sighs, wrapping an arm around his black haired friend’s shoulder. “sweet, inexperienced, rude, blunt, unsupportive-”

“oh, just get on with it,” he grimaces at his friends’ theatrics.

“you don’t know what love is like i do,” satoru sighs, wiping an invisible tear.

“is love being a chicken and unable to talk to his crush without malfunctioning?” shoko chimes in, licking her popsicle.

she chuckles when she spots a look of disbelief and utter betrayal on her friend’s face. she watches in amusement as satoru stares with his mouth agape and shakes his head vigorously before scowling at her.

“you guys seriously don’t get it! she’s not just a crush, she’s the lo-”

“hey guys! i heard something about a crush?” you interject, walking towards the chattering trio.

“oh yea, satoru needs some advice, you know,” suguru shrugs, smirking when the now frozen satoru looks at him with an expression that just screams, ‘please don’t say anything.’

“maybe you can help him,” he suggests, nudging his friend closer to you.

you hum, turning to look at the white haired male. “oh! my friends say i give good advice so maybe i can help,” you smile and nod.

satoru gulps, heart beating faster and pale cheeks flushing pink. he can’t help but observe how beautiful you look, hair done up into a messy bun and wearing a bathing suit that compliments the colour of your skin.

he can feel himself open his mouth just to close it again, unable to form any coherent sentences.

“he’s positively and utterly hopeless,” his friends think simultaneously, watching the scene before them with a sweatdrop and a deadpan.

“guys, i blew it.”

“yea, you did.”

“without a doubt.”

satoru scowls and glares at his friends who were innocently shrugging and looking away. he sighs, his head on his fist as he watches you chat excitedly with another guy who’s clearly into you.

“satoru? are you okay?” you worriedly asked, taking note of his flushed cheeks and clammy hands. “do you not want my advice?”

“no, i- uh,” he stutters, stumbling over his words.

suguru looks at his friend weirdly before turning to you. “he’s probably just having a heatstroke.”

you blink before nodding, taking satoru’s hand and placing a cool water bottle in his grasp. “here, take my water then. get some rest and i’ll check in with you later. bye guys!” you wave, taking another quick glance at the malfunctioning cerulean eyed boy before walking away.

“yea, there’s no hope for you, satoru. you’re so down bad,” shoko shakes her head, taking a sip of the bottle you gave him. “oh wow, she gave you those expensive fruit sparkling ones. you’re special, i guess.”

this seems to cheer him up as he almost bounced up to sit up straighter. he whips her head to shoko then to suguru. “you think that? i stand a chance?” he asks, pointing to himself with a grin.

“dude, calm down. it’s just sparkling fruit water-” suguru tries to use common sense but he’s shut down by satoru’s shuffling to stand up.

“hush, this may be a sign, suguru.”

“you’re kidding me,” he sighs, facepalming as he watches his best friend march over to you.

he looks tiredly towards shoko, who innocently sticks out her tongue. “chill, suguru. he just needs a lil push.”

satoru hates the way that guy is looking at you. he knows who he is, sharing most of his classes with the guy. and the blue eyed teen knows how in practically every class he shares with the guy, he’s thinking about you.

he’s seen it all. he’s seen how he doodles in his notebook your name with a heart. he’s seen how every lunch, that same guy tries shooting his shot with you, trying to get your number and pathetically failing every single time.

if anything, that guy may like you more than satoru does. keyword, may.

“oh, it’s you again,” you chuckle nervously, backing up a little when the same guy who’s been trying to score a date with you for the past 2 months walks up to you.

said guys shrugs, flashing you a grin before looking you up and down. “you look good as always,” he laughs breathily.

you try your best to give him a polite smile, “ah, thank you.”

“aww, no compliment for me?”

“oh, sorry! i just don’t really know you that much so..”

“ohh, that’s fine. if you agree on a date though, you’ll get to know me a lot better-”

THWACK!!

the guy in front of you groans, rubbing the back of his head before scowling at the people behind him. “who did that?” he yells, stomping away to track down who threw a blue sandal at his head.

you grimace before thanking the lords that he’s finally away from you.

“hey,” satoru says, strolling over to greet you. “i swear, every time i see you, he’s always tryna get your number.”

you initially flinch in surprise before relaxing instantly upon recognising your white haired friend. you sigh before nodding and turning to face him, “yea, it’s getting really annoying now.” you shake your head before looking up at him.

“he can’t take the hint, for real.” he chuckles, before picking up the thrown sandal and shaking the sand off of it before slipping it back on his left foot.

“i guess you owe me now,” he smiles smugly, stuffing his hands in his pockets as you smile in realisation.

you giggle, covering your mouth with your right hand. “so you’re my knight in shining armor,” you grin.

satoru reaches out a hand to bring down your own that covers your smile. “don’t cover your smile, it’s pretty,” he murmurs, pulling his hand back to rub his nape.

you blink, processing his words before blushing and smiling bashfully. “well, thank you, gojo satoru.”

he smiles softly, bright eyes glancing at your lips every now and then. surprisingly, you notice this and shift closer to him, breathing out a laugh when you hear his breath hitch.

“i guess i do owe you, huh?” you teasingly look up at him before taking his phone out of his hand and adding your number in it.

you give him his phone back while he still looks at you dumbfounded. “you should call me sometime, yea?” you smile up at him before buttoning a button on his hawaiian shirt and walking away.

the white haired male watches you walk away with his mouth agape before hurriedly checking his phone whether or not you actually did put your number in his contacts.

“yo, did it work? did you finally bag the love of your life?” shoko whistles, slapping the back of his head before suguru walks over.

suguru observes his best friends pink cheeks and big smile before chuckling and shoving an ice cream cone in one of his hands. “look at his face. he probably did somehow,” he says shaking his head with a smirk.

“she’s the one, suguru.”

“for the love of- we’re not having this conversation again.”

“girl, are you kidding me? she already gave you her number so just call her!” shoko groans, hitting her friend’s head.

“im not a girl shoko,” satoru hisses, rubbing the spot she hit. “im a man.”

“a man who can’t dial the number of the girl he likes?”

“suguru, whose side are you on?!”

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sitting in bed, thinking about suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro.

like the second he’s added into his volleyball groupchat, kita’s writing some long and detailed paragraphs about their new training regimen to practice for their next match.

suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro taps on the notification and just stares for a good 10 seconds before leaving his message on seen and switching his phone off to go nap somewhere.

then the next day rolls around and he’s completely clueless about the new routine and frankly slightly worried about the long earful of a lecture kita’s going to give him.

but when you send him 3 detailed and double-spaced paragraphs ranting about what put you in a bad mood, suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro is suddenly suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro.

suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is immediately replying at the speed of light with his own paragraphs about how baffled he is that all those things happened to you.

and then atsumu does the same thing and suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is back to suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro, reacting to his 8 paragraphs with a thumbs up.

if u tell me someone already thought of this istg. anyways, i love this middle blocker sm i need him to be WHIPPED and giving special treatment 😣

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My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450

Spreading this to help! To anyone who comes across this, please help and donate what you can. I’m unable to donate currently but I will try and spread this to make up for it.

This is the donation link. Once again, the target is $450. Click on their profile to find out more about the situation. Praying for you guys and your safety.

normally when you tuck yourself into bed with your lover, you expect him to snuggle into you immediately as he’s done many times.

so why was he scooting away from you instead? and why is he looking at you like he wants to fight?

you blink once and twice before looking at him quizzically. your lover is a man that is undoubtedly and obviously whipped for you, so why now is he acting like it’s the opposite?

“what are you doing?” you finally ask after multiple beats of silence. you watch him turn his head to the side and scoff, his glare intensifying at your arms.

or rather, what was nestled in it.

he narrows his eyes, “there’s an impostor here.”

you quirk an eyebrow, confused, before following his gaze down to your lap.

“why do you have that thing?” he side eyes the big plushie you’re hugging close to your chest.

oh. so that’s what this was about?

you sigh a bit dramatically, amused. “this ‘thing’ is comfortable to sleep with,” you mock his tone, gesturing to the plushie. “plus, he’s literally custom made to look like you.”

he scoffs before crossing his arms. “it’s custom made to look like me? but all it looks like is a filthy homewrecker!”

you laugh, shoulders shaking while he gapes at you (even though you can see the upward quirks of his lips as his facade threatens to break).

“this is no laughing matter, my dear wife!”

he lifts up his hand to point accusingly at the plushie that looks like his clone. “and you! why are you trying to ruin our relationship, huh?” he pokes his face repeatedly, each time putting more and more force.

“you wont take my wife, you hear me?!”

you giggle, watching the amusing interaction play out. “i can’t believe you’re seriously upset over something like this.”

he stops after processing your words. his gaze darkens a little and he reaches both his arms out to shakily grasp your shoulders. “honey, this is a serious situation! this thing is trying to ruin our lives!” he frowns, shaking you slightly.

“you’re a clown.”

“wh- hey!”

“it’s just a plushie, it can’t do anything wrong.”

“oh, so i’m the bad guy now, is that it? sorry for protecting our marriage then!”

you purse your lips to prevent anymore laughter to spill out and provoke your husband to poke the innocent plushie more. “baby, let’s just go to sleep, alright?”

his eyes soften when you reach out to pull his arm closer to you but suddenly narrows at the plushie still on your lap, his favourite pillow.

“sure, on one condition,” he states before picking the plushie up and throwing it out of the bedroom, quickly locking the door.

(you never saw that plushie again and he claims he has nothing to do with it.)

— (bllk) nagi, reo (genshin) wriothesely, kaeya, childe, kaveh, itto, ayato (i can see it a lil) (star rail) sampo, jing yuan, caelus (haikyuu) suna, atsumu, kuroo, oikawa (jjk) gojo, geto (maybe), yuji, inumaki (if he could talk properly) (kny) douma, zenitsu

i’ve seen A LOT of drabbles like this but im not sure if anyone did this exact thing 😭 btw sch is starting real soon so ill be on n off on this app 🫢 this isnt edited yet 🥹

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