#keep a leftover light

[zaiofender]

i’m yours, no matter 🌟

#zai’s art #art #lego monkie kid #sun wukong #six eared macaque #shadowpeach #this drawing was brought to you by Star by Mitski #keep a leftover light #burning so you can keep lookin up #i’m your’s no matter #etc #you know how it is.

[whatsaradiohead6]

#mitski #star #the land is inhospitable and so are we #love is like a star #keep a leftover light

[densitywell]

given how much people argued during c2 and accused certain characters/ships of being abusive, i would say that most bell's hells hate is 100% projection by c2 fans. or maybe not projection, something else? something that quantifies as like, transferring hate of one series to another. like i can guarantee the second c4 starts up and sam's new character does something crummy that people will be like "MY PERFECT PRECIOUS LAUDNA WOULD NEVER DO THIS!" when like currently they're calling her irredeemable and selfish.

yeah i know what you mean! some combination of hindsight bias and nostalgia? i know there was a lot of complaints about c2 by vm fans when it first came out at least. people want the old thing that they're familiar with and quite likely started with, not this new thing that's slightly different and is taking resources that could be devoted to their old thing.

but yeah i was just thinking yesterday about caleb not telling the rest of the nein that he killed his parents for like, 80 episodes after he told veth and beau, and how if we knew someone in the hells was keeping a comparatively big secret at this point people would be losing their goddamn minds lol. bards lament was episode 85. i too am worried about my little guys falling apart and failing, but i don't think its nearly as inevitable as some people make it out to be.

#also quite frankly a lot of people on this webbed site specifically have it out for imodna bc they don't like it or its fans #for reasons that as far as i can tell mainly arise from leftover c2 drama which is funny in its own way #so they're invested in presenting them and their relationship in the worst light possible and as whats ruining everything #asks #anonymous #crposting #cr discourse / #i hate tagging posts with that bc i know that's a tag people check but like i want ppl to be able to blacklist so. we keep it moving

[a-dotrivenitupontop]

nothing bad happened to me romantically so when i listen to mitski i picture the afterparty s3

#the afterparty #that s3 is like a star it’s gone we just see it shining it’s travelled very far ill keep a leftover light burning so you can keep looking u #isn’t that worth holding on APPLE?!!?!? ☹️

[dullahandyke]

was gonna make a post bitching about how being a princess of heart works but then i remembered the whole union cross 'the 13 darknesses are sentient' thing and came up with my own theories but ive looped back around to being mad again. goddd why does shit actually work when you think about it im so mad

#i was hung up on the singular sentence in kh3 abt them releasing the lights into new vessels (EXPLAIN PLS?) #and ive come to the conclusion that the 7 lights are their own sentient beings like the darknesses who can interact with their hosts #and they explained the situation and all went 'hey jasmine/belle/etc id usually only do this if u died but like #the baddies all know where we are now. can we fuck off to new hosts so they dont find us' #and the princesses all went thumbs up emoji and off they fucked to arendelle #n then that leaves a couple options for kairi #first off her light went 'oh she has a keyblade? im staying here then. no need to ask her' #second off it asked her and she decided to keep it. which is INTERESTING and i will have to think abt to decide what it means #bcos like. im keenly fucking aware that we get Three whole sentences abt the situation in kh3 #and neither kairi nor the former princesses r there for it. so like. Assumptions R Being Made! #like i know the princess of hearts logic is literally just 'we made the disney princesses into macguffins'. but like. augh #this also brings me to question like. yeah yeah heart wont make a nobody. but like. what ELSE does lightdom grant #bcos we KNOW excess darkness has an impact (hi terra) #and if the only ppl without darkness are those currently hosting the light (and ven. hi ven) #then moving to another host like elsa requires purging them of their darkness. which i feel should. do something #IDKK im pontificating with shaky knowlege but like. u undestand #anywho leftover stir fry is calling my name xoxo

[frogcoded]

i think a part of why christmas feels so meaningless to me these years is also that it's exam session for me right now like yesterday i was studying until 5pm and tomorrow at 8:30 i'll open my computer to study again................... my parents have been thinking about christmas and presents and whatnot for the past three weeks while for me the time dedicated to getting the (few) presents i bought was just squeezed in between one study session and the other

#also my parents are misanthropes who hate anything that makes christmas christmas so yeah it's kinda joyless with them #like every single year they spend the whole time complaining about how much they'll eat and can't we cut something from the christmas menu #this year and do we *really* need to get that too etc etc #while our christmas menu is already pretty barebones and ''light'' like there isn't anything fried and it's only one primo and one secondo #and it's fucking. crepes in brodo e cappone bollito it's not like it's anything heavy #like come onnnn it's christmas for one fucking day you can handle eating food that is fun #and it's not even from like a food waste perspective bc we keep all leftovers and eat them #they just don't want to eat too much which. okay. losers.

[decompose1]

rlly loving the very silly spark of friendship between like. Amanita, Gelly, Flash, and like maybe Popup + Ragdoll + Ono i think it's so silly. i just keep noticing them being portrayed hanging out

#like i said i tbink ama would like flash just cause electronic. #gelly is nice i had gelly give ama a blanket bc ae was having a weird day #popup is like. cool awesome creature of light maybe an angel (<confused mushroom) #ragdoll makes sense to aer but i think ama annoys him #ono is just a weird nicebeast #i also keep drawing ama and leftovers together. idk why i keep #making leftovers leaderish to the yellow team #that wasn't a conscious decision i think it was the exhausted vibes alone #rabbit.txt

[jedi-bird]

Unpacked the ornaments today and started laughing over this. He looks like a relative of Gritty. My mom bought him to represent my first christmas and over the years he's gotten crushed because she didn't do a great job of packing things up; I inherited some of her things after she died and kept even less, so digging to the bottom of the box today yielded the best laugh I've had in a while. He is now proudly on display dead center on the tree, close to Blue and Beta, and staring wildly into the room.

#christmas tree #i do love festive lights in the season of everything dark and horrible #we're not religious but growing up with a tree every year means we kind of like it and continue the tradition #i didn't get a lot of my mom's stuff after she died because it would have meant dealing with my stepfather more than i already had #and what i did get most had to be donated because i couldn't keep everything #why she chose a teddy bear for me I'll never know because i actively hated them as a kid #she loved them but i was equal parts terrified and angry #now though i like him because he's silly looking and reminds be a bit of my cat #next year if i finally have the room I'm setting up my grandma's light up village and going shopping for a menorah #might also crochet a tree skirt just to use up leftover yarn and make it very bright and wild

[kirimoochi]

nvm guys i think my new 2023 song is going to be star by mitski it better show up on my spotify wrap up

#₊˚ ᗢ kirimoochi #remember when we met #we acted like two fools #we were so glad #so glad to have found it #that love is like a star #you know id always been alone till you taught me to live for somebody #im yours no matter that loves gone #ill keep a leftover light burning #so you can keep looking up

[witski]

whatever....im yours, no matter

#that love is like a star.... #its gone and we just see it shinin... #its raveled very far.... #ill keep a leftover light #burning so u cna keep looking up #isnt that worth holding on?????? #mitski....what have u done to me....

[themthistles]

we are reaching critical levels of longing and yearning

#WE JUST SEE IT SHINING ITS TRAVELLED VERY FAR #I'LL KEEP A LEFTOVER LIGHT BURNING #SO YOU CAN KEEP LOOKING UP #ISN'T THAT WORTH HOLDING ON

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Miguel O’Hara x reader - Come to bed

Warnings: fem reader, smut, nsfw, AFAB language, piv sex, overstimulation, and a slightly annoyed Miguel. You and Miguel are also married btw.

Basically, sleepy Miguel fucks you because you wouldn’t come to bed and let him sleep. Fluffy at first, then turns smutty.

Miguel walked into the kitchen, immediately squinting his eyes and bringing his hand up to block the glaring lights of the kitchen as he grumbled. “¿Amor? Dios mios…”

Your husband was always a sight to behold, in all of his forms- but the sweet domesticity of this one must be one of the best. The way he stood before you in nothing but his boxers- how his voice was still deep and gravely from waking up- the way he rubbed the sleep from his bleary eyes- it was perfect.

Miguel shuffled his feet, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and resting his chin on top of your head as he mumbled his complaints. “What are you doing up? Love, It’s 2 AM. Why are all the lights on?”

“I was hungry…” You murmur, looking down at the plate of mix-matched leftovers you had scrounged from the fridge.

“Yes, pretty. I can see, but why does warming up leftovers require you to turn on every light in the house.” Miguel said, poking fun at you as his fingers crept under the hem of your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at Miguel’s teasing. “Go back to bed, Miguel. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Miguel, however, did not go back to bed. He instead followed you around, sitting down with you on the couch and holding you tightly against him

“You’re like a lost puppy, Miguel. Can you not sleep without me there?” You tease, looking back and smirking at Miguel.

Miguel, for his part, looks practically asleep behind you- his eyes half closed as he rests his head on your shoulder, mumbling barely intelligible words into the crook of your neck. “‘m not a puppy. ‘m a wolf… a big, bad, scary, and protective wolf.”

The (frankly, adorable) sight is enough to send a pang of guilt through your chest from keeping your poor, exhausted husband awake- so you do your best to quickly eat the food you’ve made for yourself.

Once you’ve finished, you had to wake Miguel up, but once he was awake, he was immediately herding you back towards the bedroom. With one hand on your back, gently pushing you forward through the hall, and the other rubbing at his tired eyes.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his incessant nudges. “Hey! Miguel! I gotta go pee first!”

“Nu-uh. Nothing else. Back to bed.”

“Miguel!!” You laughed, ducking under his arm and running into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

You went to the bathroom as fast as you could, but not fast enough for Miguel, who stood outside the door whining the entire time.

“¡Por favor! ¡Date prisa, amor!”

When you finished and unlocked the door, you found a rather pitiful looking Miguel on the other side- who immediately scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your bedroom despite the light hearted protest you mounted against him.

“Miguel!! I gotta brush my teeth before I go back to bed! I just ate!!” You say, grinning as you squirmed in his arms and managed to slip away. Only for a strong arm to wrap around your waist and pull you back, hoisting you up in the air and over Miguel’s shoulder.

“That’s it. You’re coming to bed right now. No ifs, ands, or buts. Except your butt, in bed.”

You couldn’t deny the shiver Miguel’s words sent through you. This poor man- your dear husband- who was so clearly exhausted and wanted nothing more than to lay down with his wife and go back to sleep. However... there was a threat in those words. One that you were itching to press him on.

“But- Miguel!” You whined, only to be cut off by a harsh slap to your ass and a startled yelp escaping you.

“I said, no buts.” Miguel growled, tossing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you.

You couldn’t help the burning need quickly growing inside of you, because Miguel looked practically primal above you. With his messy, sleep-tousled hair- the way his voice was still just as deep and scratchy as when he first got up- how perfect he looked above you, in nothing but his boxers as he pinned you down on the bed.

Miguel yanked down your pajama bottoms and underwear, eliciting a surprised yelp from you at the sudden rush of cold air. “You always decide to be a brat at the worst times. You couldn’t just listen tonight and come to bed one of the five times I told you. No, you had to keep running around and doing whatever the hell else you felt like doing. And now, you're going to stay in this bed, whether you like it or not.”

The sudden press of Miguel’s large, warm, and calloused thumb against your hole was enough to make you clench around nothing , pressing your hips down to try and get some of that thumb inside of you. Only for Miguel yo scoff and pull his hand away.

“No. Don’t move. You’re going to be a good girl and sit there and take it. I stayed up with you for the past half hour, waiting patiently for you. So now, it’s your turn. You're gonna lay right here and take exactly what I give you, got it?”

You quickly nodded your head, desperate enough for his touch that you’d probably agree to just about anything.

Miguel growled, pressing the tip of his cock against your hole and just barely pressing it in- rubbing it against your lips as he spoke to you. “You’re so wet for me already, you don’t even need any prep, do you?”

Your cunt tensed around nothing as his cock slid over your hole, nearly making you start to beg for him to just put it in already- only for him to push his entire length in as soon as you opened your mouth to speak- resulting in a loud moan falling from your lips as he bottomed out.

Miguel smiled to himself, looking at you with a clear air of pride at how loud he just made you moan for him. “You seem much more docile now that I have you all stretched out on my cock, pretty lady.” He comments, pulling out slowly, only to thrust back in and begin to fuck into you, quickly establishing a brutal pace.

“Is this the only way I can get some sleep around here? Do I have to fuck all the energy out of you? Hm?” Miguel asks as yet another embarrassing moan falls from your lips at his words.

Moans fell freely from your mouth as the lewd sounds of sex filled the room. With Miguel’s pace, it wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm start to build.

You cry out, reaching a hand down to hold Miguel’s. “Miguel! Miggy! Miggy I’m close! ’m gonna cum!”

“Good.” Miguel growls, intertwining your’s and his fingers and pressing your hand against the pillow. “Cum for me, love.”

all you can do is nod dumbly as your orgasm washes over you- Miguel reaching down to play with your clit as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

As you came down from your high, you realized Miguel was still fucking into you- the pleasure from just seconds ago quickly turning into painful overstimulation.

“I-it’s too much!! T-too much!” You whined, desperately trying to squirm off of Miguel’s cock, only for him to smile and take your other hand, intertwining your fingers and pinning both hands down- holding you in place as he fucked you harder on his cock.

“Remember what I said? Take what I give you?” Miguel said, smirking and fucking into you with new intensity as he held you in place. “Well it’s a two way street. You always have to take what I give you. Whether it’s not enough, or too much. I don’t care. You’re. Going. To. Take it.” Miguel punctuated each of his final words with deep, powerful thrusts. Leaving you nothing but an overstimulated mess beneath him, whining as his hips stuttered and you felt his cum fill you up.

Miguel didn’t pull out, still hovering over you as he panted and caught his breath.

After a moment, he scooped you up in his arms and rolled both of you onto your sides, holding you tightly against his chest and kissing your forehead as he murmured sweet praises into your ear.

“You’re so pretty for me. So good to me too. You feel so good, you know that? You’re so warm- so soft and perfect for me. You’re always perfect for me, love.”

You nodded sleepily, happily curled up in Miguel’s strong arms- his cock and cum warming you from the inside out, and the thick comforter that Miguel pulls up encasing you and him in a warm cocoon of shared body heat. You couldn’t help but press closer to Miguel’s chest, your eyes slipping shut as you relaxed in his embrace.

In the end, Miguel finally got what he wanted- laying in bed, warm and cozy under the covers, holding his wife against his chest as he fell asleep. Although, there would be a bit of a mess in the morning to deal with.

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #smut #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel x y/n #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x you #across the spiderverse #atsv smut #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara fanfiction #fluff #then smut #miguel ohara fluff #miguel o’hara fluff #fem!reader #fem reader #miguel o’hara x fem!reader

[nerdpoe]

Selina has her eye on a one-of-a-kind jewel.

The museum it's in have no idea what kind it is, just that it was a leftover result of an attack on Earth by some dimension called the Infinite Realms.

And, well...it's really very beautiful.

Diamond white and abyss black and frosty blue, constantly shifting colors, emits cold, constantly generating frost so that it's shimmering in the lights.

It's unique. It's stolen from another dimension. It's gorgeous.

She wants it.

So; she takes it.

She...can't really bring herself to take it to a magic user to return it just yet.

Mostly, she keeps it in a glass, temperature controlled container in her apartment.

Harley and Ivy think it's pretty, but they don't really experience the same draw that Selina does.

She resolves that she will contact the Infinite Realms to ask if it's something they want back in...a week.

One week turns into one month.

One month turns into four months.

Four months turn into a year.

For that year, the beautiful jewel sits in it's protected case, and Selina ogles it when she's a bit too stressed. Every day, it seems to get brighter and shinier.

She isn't driven by compulsion, no-she knows herself too well. She knows damn well she's being driven by greed.

Then one day, as she's staring at it-the jewel starts to glow. The glass case shatters. A form begins to shape out of frost and-possibly-space.

And then there is a teenager, sitting bewildered in her apartment. All wild white hair and wide green eyes, shock written into his very expression.

He stares at her.

She stares at him.

"...So, not to be weird, but why are my instincts telling me you're my mom?"

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #the first time he goes human he gives her a heart attack #because #“oh no i'm becoming bruce” #but her possessiveness of Danny's core #her providing a protected place for it to flourish #offering it “love” (it was greed but whatever) #made his ghost side go #“oh is this mom? this is mom.” #now they both get to deal with the consequences of that

[dante-mightdie]

Not enough suffering. I need to cry.

The boys just continue to pretend that reader no longer exists. Becoming more of a fly on the wall then a roommate they occasionally fuck.

Soon they just leave you out of everything, dinner? There was not even leftovers for reader, no scrapes left either.

Reader won't leave because they will soon come back around tho right? >:')

god I just love PAIN

c/w: neglect, angst, no happy ending in this one, brief mentions of sex

it becomes a very depressing and very predictable pattern from them. wake up, avoid you then go to sleep. even when they speak to you, they’re never saying much. normally just a reminder that you left dishes in the sink or something mundane

you held out hope for the first few days, especially when simon came slinking over to you one night in the kitchen, bending you over the counter and having his way with you. his rough hands and fast pace made your heart swell solely because you missed having one of them even touch you

but when he just buckled up his trousers and left without a word, you realise you’re still on time out

sometimes you’re asleep before they get home, locked up in the spare room as you sniffle into your pillow. they don’t even come to check on you and you begin to wonder what conclusion they came to on your whereabouts. do they even know you’re at home? do they care?

every day of the month, you and the boys are supposed to set aside a night to go out for a date. seems your invite was lost in the post when you see them all dressed up, talking amongst themselves about the pub they’re going to

“can I come?” you ask, standing in the doorway and playing with your fingers nervously. the laughing and chattering stops instantly, all four heads turning to you as if they didn’t even know you were there. you know what the answer is going to be before any of them say anything

“you won’t like this place. it-“ john starts, and you know he’s about to list off some lazy excuse as to why you won’t like it. as if that was even the point. you don’t go on date nights with them for the actual drinks or decor. you go to spend time with them but they clearly didn’t want you there so you simply wouldn’t go

“whatever.” you mumble, rolling your eyes and turning to leave what was once your shared bedroom so they don’t see the tears in your eyes. you slam the door to the spare bedroom, throwing yourself onto the mattress and sobbing into the pillow

you hear a light tap on the door before it opens. you cease your crying almost instantly, keeping your back turned towards the door. your heart rate picks up and that sick familiar feeling of hope crawls its way back into your chest, “we weren’t saying you can’t come with us. come if you want just don’t make us wait around forever whilst you get ready.”

the sound of kyle’s voice fills the room but you can tell he doesn’t really want to be speaking to you, like simon or the captain told him to come do some damage control so you wouldn’t throw a strop about not being invited. you keep your back turned to him, nuzzling your head further into the pillow

“jus’ go without me.” you sniffle, “it’s not like you really want me there anyway.”

kyle sighs at your words and you hear your door softly click close and everyone’s feet shuffling downstairs before they go out the front door, leaving you alone again

#mw2 #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #poly!141

[emacrow]

The Watchtower found a enormous floating crystallized casket in space. Part 2.

The one idiot to accidentally open the casket was Francis whom just came to work and decided not to check the do not get near tape wrapped around the casket by Constantine who was too busy at the moment to explain why they shouldn't open it.

He wa so getting fired when one of the corpses slowly rose and stretched slowly, cracking a couple joints. It was the middle corpse that was a young boy, who rubbed his close eyes and opened them to reveal glowing lararus green eyes that was enrapturing Francis deeper and deeper as the light kept him staring deeper and deeper until...

Which seem like it was a mere 5 minutes, but unfortunately for Francis to unholy scream as his eyes, nose and ears literally bleed, his mind ruptured beyond belief as he saw the very end of what becomes of the living when they become dead.

Which alerted the justice league immediately to the laboratory section of the watchtower.

Only them to see Francis passed out on the floor, bleeding slowly from his face, and a corpse missing from the casket where the other two remains.

Batman immediately got everyone of on a man-corpse hunt around the watchtower base for 3 hours straight..

Only for Flash to speak through the comms..

"I found him. He in the kitchen." Flash spoke as he watch in slight horror and amazement as he watches this kid eating a enormous amount of unique combination of food mashed together like an unholy yet fascinating dish.

The kid looked much more ravenous then a man dying for thirst in the Gobi desert when flash found him first, literally raiding the fridge, eating every leftover and frozen food items as he almost got flash hand as well if it weren't for his extra fast reflex before getting an idea to distract the once corpse being with a large enough meal to keep him occupied.

Meanwhile danny only took a nice long vacation nap in his casket for a lil 10 days as a break from king work... which would've been about 100 years in another dimension before he gotten a not so good awakening and his dormant caveman reptilian brain went straight to hunt food instinct until his main consciousness wake up later.

#dp x dc crossover #danny is the ghost king #danny phantom #dpxdc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc #even his corpse has to eat every once in a while #that body been sleeping for so damn long #he was ravenous to the point of near cannibalism level #he woke up and immediately hunted for the newest food source #found the kitchen and started food raiding #flash is watching this like it a fast mukbang of a boy downing about 200 pounds of food and still going

[seiwas]

₊˚⊹｡ see me through the morning glow | gojo satoru

wc: 1.0k summary: you and gojo have a slow morning.  contains: f!reader in mind, suggestive if you squint, food descriptions. a/n: unedited, i honestly dk what this is i just really needed to get this out of my system! this is how i cope with 236.

re-uploaded because i accidentally deleted!

You slip out of bed faced with the promise of sunlight. 

The curtains in your bedroom radiate a glow that bounces off the man lying next to you; it’s soft, near-white, almost ethereal, the color of his skin, hair, and bones. His back is exposed, arm reaching out over the (now) empty space beside him—the crinkles and folds where you once were. 

You’ve always thought your bedroom had good lighting, and now you can confirm why: in the shadows, deepening the line that runs down his spine; in the highlights, guiding your eyes to the pockets of muscle behind his shoulders. 

You look away, trying your best not to stare; the only reason he’s undressed is because of a cold sweat, from the nightmares—and the very need for skin-to-skin, to ground him in your touch. 

On mornings like this, you let Gojo sleep in. 

(Because you’re lucky if he can fall back asleep again). 

It’s slow today—no work, no missions that need you or him. It’s your favorite kind of day, and Gojo’s too (once he wakes up and smells the waffles you’ve prepared, double topped with whipped cream and maple syrup—his special, of course). 

A steady stream of warmth flows through the window to your kitchen countertop, the marble glimmering as light hits. The material was his choice; you don’t care much for glamor but Gojo likes pretty things—you especially, he likes to say. 

The batter is quick to prepare, a recipe you’ve done many times before, so you ladle it into the waffle maker before letting it set on its own. Then, you grab a pan to heat up, spooning in last night’s leftover rice, some soy sauce, and mirin, adding salt to taste, as needed. A standard fried rice breakfast, with a yolk to mix in later. 

The sound of his footsteps are concealed by the sizzles of the pan in front of you, but you’re caught off guard by arms wrapped around your waist, and his chin nestling itself into your shoulder as he nuzzles you. 

He’s still shirtless, you notice, so you inch backwards in case of any oil spatter. 

“Good sleep?” you mumble, certain that he heard you. 

He hums, before whispering, lips tickling the edges of your ear on purpose, pouting, “Not anymore when you left.” 

This man—a giant baby, puffed cheeks with long limbs hunched over you. 

Your big baby. 

Despite his whines, he’s telling the truth, you know, and you feel warm because of it, affection seeping in the cracks between his arms and the kitchen stove. 

You blow on a spoonful of rice before lifting it up to his lips. Gojo’s breakfasts are always sweet, but every time you cook, he looks forward to this: waiting right behind you to be fed over your shoulder.

His review will always be the same, of course, everything you touch turns out good. 

He reaches for the waffle maker with one hand while the other keeps you close, and you plate his little breakfast for him, whipped cream with little hearts drawn in maple syrup. 

You grab a bowl for your rice and sit by the counter, Gojo sitting thigh-to-thigh beside you despite the abundance of space around you. 

You realize then, that Gojo tends to hover. 

Not necessarily in a bad way, just that, he does it all the time—always wanting to be near.  

And for someone so perceiving, practically all-seeing, he doesn’t really have to for him to know what you’re up to, but with every opportunity he has, he never misses a moment to be close to you.

When you wash the dishes by the sink, he stays beside you, shoulder-to-shoulder, even when the sink is wide enough to accommodate him a few inches farther. 

Even the walk to the bathroom has him tailing you, following your footsteps as he traces the footprints of slow mornings with you. 

Your bathroom counter has two sinks, but of course, today, he chooses to stay by yours. 

“Skincare?” you raise a tub of face mask. 

He doesn’t need it, but you love pampering him, so he nods, whatever you want. 

You struggle for a bit (he’s just too tall), so he picks you up by the waist and rests you on the bathroom counter, against the mirror.

He stays in the space between your legs, hands flat against your thighs. His thumb kneads your skin gently, and any other time, this position would end very differently, but there’s a look he’s giving you—all words without speaking. 

And—

“Quit staring,” you mumble, turning shy. You’re about to rub the product onto his cheeks, under his eyes. 

“What, I can’t look at you?” he moves closer, keeping his eyes locked on you as he rubs circles on your thighs. 

“No, you can, but,” you swallow, “you’re looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” his brows furrow. 

“Like that.” you sigh, gesturing to his face. 

“Like I love you?” 

And it is like that. Like he loves you. That’s why he says it so casually. 

Because he does. 

You stay quiet, stunned, before you clear your throat and finish up the final area on his face. 

“Yeah.” you mumble, reaching over to wash your hands on the sink. 

Gojo waits for you to finish before he takes a small towel to dry your hands with it. 

“As if you don’t know.” he scoffs, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. 

He’s right—it’s been said before, but there’s something else in his eyes right now, shiny and devoted, as if this is all he could ever want. As if you, on this slow morning, in this too-big bathroom is all he could ever need. 

But he doesn’t say anything. At least, not what he really means. 

“Not my fault you’re so pretty today,” he adds on, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

It should be funny, that he’s telling you all this with a mask slathered all over his face, but his compliments always speak to the depths of you, even when you don’t expect them to. 

His fingers mold against your cheek, to your ears, down to the back of your head, bringing you closer until he kisses you softly, a gentle peck. 

Bits of the face mask transfer to your nose and you giggle, wiping it off. 

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say.” you joke.

Gojo smiles, that look on his face, “Good for you then, you’re the only one I see.”

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