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01:00 AM — gojo satoru

the raging one am thought + you and gojo against all the odds together.

he’s wide awake. blue eyes fully blown open as he stares at the ceiling. his eyes do not even waver at the small movements you make beside him asleep. your soft and gentle snores are but music to his ears – it brings him to his sense of reality, to his worth locked within these four walls.

“do you think we are married in every universe?” his voice is warm, like a tender embrace. it tickles your ears. you break out of your sleep, nimble hands trying to rub away sleep.

“what do you mean?” you groggily speak, voice raspy from the sudden wake. you turn to face him, but he’s already gazing at you, blue eyes softly peering at you.

“are you mine in every universe?” he questions again. eyes looking into yours as if they already hold the answer. his hand slowly snaking onto your waist. his touch inquires if you really do exist beside him – binding and constricting, touching and feeling.

you ponder over his question for a moment, your sleepy brain processes every consequence that could happen after your answer. “maybe, maybe not,” you mused.

“i could be yours in one universe, but not in the next. but i know you’ll find me in each and every universe that we will ever cease to exist in,” you answered. gojo finds a piece of him gathering what you spoke, ears ringing, your words still linger within the walls of the room.

a nimble caress of your hand across his arm, and he is grounded in the present once again.

“but i’d love you each time,” you gently spoke, a sleepy smile on your face, and gojo realises that even if you ever stray from him in any universe, you’d meet him, you’d love him. he may not be yours, but your heart once was, and he gets to cherish you in this life, in this present, in this past and in this future.

he doesn’t speak, and it gives you the chance to shut your mind off again, a slumber calling to you like a siren at sea. you yawn, patting his cheek.

“sleep now, honey. we have a morning to conquer,” you said turning your back to him.

and his eyes watch you do so, and he shift closer, you could feel his breath fan against your ears, but you heed no mind for the sleeping siren’s song was enchanting to hear. he had his chest pressed flush against your back, hands locked around your waist.

“gosh, i think you did something to me with that answer,” he rests his forehead against your nape, pulling you in.

“go to sleep, ‘toru.” you interject, shushing him.

“i knew i was right when i wanted you to be the mother of my children.”

and he is elbowed right in the ribs, as you pull the covers over your head, flushed in the face, spewing a line of curses as he winces and rolls around in bed in pain.

“you better shut up, or i’ll make you sleep on the couch,” and he stop rolling around finally laying still in bed once again and something dawns upon him.

“wait– you didn’t deny wanting to have kids!” and he is kicked right in the shin.

“i love you, mrs. gojo,” he spoke with a painful smile etched onto his features, rubbing at the part you kicked.

“i love you too, mr. but go to sleep please,” and you finally let out a sight and sink further in bed. snuggling against the soft blanket and cloud of a pillow, humming in sweet delight as you fall straight into the arms of sleep.

“but would you love me if i were a worm?”

and yeah, he’s sleeping on the couch tonight, no take backs.

i miss him 😔 and the kids do too.

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bruh I hate to be that one birdwatching bitch but everyone making Flapjack Hunter’s wingman when cardinals are some seriously territorial birds has me like 😂. They’re known to square up with their own reflections for hours on end because they’re also all a lil stupid. The aggression lasts throughout breeding season, but has been documented to last even longer.

Based on this, below I wrote a few barebone snippets of varying length to distract myself from doom scrolling :) im not having a good time rn bruh i will not lie 

UNEDITED. I couldn’t be bothered. This weekend sucked. 

c/w: kissing (in last scene)

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“Flapjack! Flapjack, no!” Hunter scolded, scooping him out of Willow’s hair.

“Ah, ow,” Willow cringed as Flapjack tugged hard on the strand of her hair that he was refusing to let go of, “he’s still got my hair.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Hunter quickly removed the hair from his Palisman’s beak, “he isn’t usually like this!”

“It’s okay,” Willow smiled, rubbing the spot where Flapjack had pecked her much to Hunter’s mortification, “I’m sorry if I made him mad.”

He scowled at the tiny bird in his hands, who was squirming to escape and attack again, “You did nothing wrong, Flapjack—“ he gave the bird a little shake, “—is being bad.”

“Aw, he’s not being bad,” Willow wiggled a finger in front of Flapjack’s beak and pulled it back quickly when he made a snap at her, “he’s just being protective, is all! I must have spooked him.” She squatted down, and with a coo, apologized, “I’m sorry, Flapjack.”

Flapjack squawked back, and Willow looked up at Hunter for a translation. The way she looked at him made him hot, and he got lost in her smile.

“He said, he forgives you,” Hunter lied.

If anything, Flapjack had doubled down in his efforts to escape and attack, squawking up a storm as he spat threat after threat at the pretty girl in front of them. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Clover bristle, buzzing her way over to sit protectively on Willow’s shoulder.

His grip tightened around the bird, and he pulled the Palisman closer to him. “But, I think I should go throw him outside for a bit.”

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