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Sorry, I don't know if you take requests or are taking requests or anything. But if you are...Husk getting booped?
I'm not technically taking requests or anything, but all the April 1st booping had me wanting to draw it!
Small town William Wisp who knows the entire town and the entire town knows him, so when the little boy who used to run around the small park and through the fields with his friends changes overnight they notice. They notice his skin turn pale, not a typical winter pale that comes from lack of sunlight and being indoors all the time, but the pale that leaves barely a flush to the skin as if his heart isn’t beating like it once was. They notice his lack of energy, how little he goes outside now, they notice his heavy black hoodie even in the southern heat.
At first, they assume he is sick, after all the Wisp parents look stressed and concerned more often than not. It doesn’t help when the school year rolls around and people find out he isn’t going to the school in the town and is instead going to the city
They see absolutely nothing of William after that, but the Wisp parents look beyond stressed constantly watching the news the moment a mention of an attack on Rockfell is made. They understand it must be stressful to know your kid could be out on the street when the attack occurred. Must be scary to think they’re out with friends when some villain and superhero come tumbling through the coffee shop wall. they don’t know the real reason, don’t know they’re watching their youngest son almost die again fighting the villain of the week.
One day after a trip to the city to see their sons the Wisps come back visibly shaken, as though something is wrong, Mrs.Wisp will not stop crying and her husband stands next to her side attempting to help but clearly on the verge of tears as well.
Throughout these two years, strange things had been happening around town, kids reporting they saw strange creatures walking around town, people claiming they saw some sort of glowing blue wisp floating around, and sights of horrific monsters just standing at the edge of the forest surrounding the town.
Then a while after the Wisps leave again and this time they do not come back before their town is ordered to evacuate. People pack up as quickly as possible, as if in a trance.
When they return it’s hard to miss the damage in the area. Despite the work done by the heroes to restore the town blood stains a clearing close by, the sign is scorched, and the body bags, so many line the streets as they work to identify and return the bodies to their families. William looks different, way different to the boy who left. His dark hair is streaked with white, his once brown eyes a shocking blue, a slightly jagged scar runs down the middle of his face and neck, more dot his arms and legs, he seems to float when he moves, and occasionally a small blue wisp will dart around him.
So the town notices and knows that the little boy they knew is changed forever, they also know that he saved the world with the other teens who stand beside him, just as scarred, and they know for certain they hate the so-called heroes who did this to these kids, to the boy who played tag with their kids, to the boy who made sure to say hello to everyone at the church cookout, to his friends that he cares about so deeply.
This small town knew an energetic kid and awkward teenager, now they know a still awkward but more confident almost adult, they knew a 15-year-old who disappeared for two years, now they know a 17-year-old who came back different, they knew William Wisp, now they know The Whisperer.
This is so freaking cute omg!!
⋆⁺₊⋆ OFF MY DESK — SATORU GOJO ✧
↺ synopsis: you've been studying for hours and hours on end, and satoru thinks you need a break
↺ details: gojo x reader. college au. reader is sleep deprived. established relationship. very self-indulgent bc reader is literally me rn.
↺ a/n: dedicated to everyone who should be doing something else rn besides scrolling on tumblr!
"why's it taking you so long?" satoru whines, walking over and wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind your chair. "you're my girlfriend, not—" he peers over your shoulder to glance at your laptop. "—professor yaga's!"
a drawn-out sigh slips through your lips as you finally tear your eyes away from the screen you had been staring at for what, four hours now?
"satoru, don't distract me," you mumble, closing your eyes and leaning back. you'd been staring at your laptop for so long now that the screen is swimming before your tired, strained eyes.
"c'mon, baby, i miss you," satoru pesters, poking your cheek playfully. "your work can wait, but i can't."
"you sure about that?" you mutter, flicking your laptop shut and stretching in your seat. maybe it would be good to take a break — then you could come back after half an hour and continue working with a refreshed brain.
so you exhale a long, long breath and swivel your chair around to face satoru. the last time you checked (four hours ago), he was napping on the couch, but as he stood in front of you, hair rumpled and with a lopsided grin, he looked more awake than ever.
especially compared to you.
satoru clicks his tongue a couple times when you look up at him and cups your face in his hands, cerulean eyes trailing all over your face.
"you haven't been sleeping lately," satoru says, shaking his head endearingly and rubbing the spot underneath your eyes with both his thumbs. when you open your mouth to tell him that you've been sleeping just fine, one of his hands moves from your cheek to your mouth, quieting you effectively.
"uh uh, i can tell when my girlfriend's lying to me," he tsks, leaning in close enough for you to count all of his snow-white eyelashes.
"and i can also tell when she isn't—getting—enough—sleep." he punctuates each word with a gentle flick to your forehead.
you try to protest, but satoru's hand is still firmly clamped over your mouth. "darling, you know i love that mouth of yours, but for my sake keep it shut, m'kay? listen to me."
there's a teasing lilt to his words, but his eyes are serious. "i need you to take a nap. right now."
now tired of the hand over your mouth, you bite it and smile smugly when satoru curses, shaking his hand in the air and glaring at you sullenly. "what was that for?!"
"satoru, i love you, but i'm fine. trust me, i'm used to this," you say assuredly, taking his hand in both of yours and looking up at him pleadingly. "i'll take a break for a little bit, but then i have to get back to studying, m'kay?"
well, apparently it's not okay with satoru. he spends the next five minutes rattling off the "scientifically backed negative impacts of a lack of sleep" (which he obviously just googled) as he tries and almost convinces you to just take a nap.
"even just a ten minute nap has been shown to drastically improve work performance!" satoru continues, looking at you earnestly and probably not realizing just how nerdy and adorable his tangent is making him look.
"i'm serious! stop looking at me like that," he grumbles.
"like what?" you say innocently, a smile tugging at your dry lips. you run a finger over your bottom lip, inwardly cringing when you feel how rough it is.
"like you think i'm adorable," satoru says grouchily, fishing out some lip balm from his pocket and handing it to you right on cue. "dry lips aren't good for making out, baby. stay hydrated!"
as you run his lip balm over your own lips, you look up at him incredulously. "since when have you become the number one advocate for staying hydrated? what are you, a tiktoker?"
"i'm a very hot, not adorable, and very concerned boyfriend," satoru says simply, reaching out and ruffling your hair.
he's too sweet—satoru has always been a good boyfriend. better than good, even. he's always more than willing to bring you drinks and take you out to cafés to study when you need to, and he somehow manages to deal with your sleep-deprived self, even on the days where you're practically falling asleep on your feet.
which is why you eventually give in to his demands for you to take a nap.
"wake me up in ten minutes," you say sternly, plopping down on the couch and resting your head in satoru's lap. "ten minutes, okay, satoru?"
your blue-eyed boyfriend only smiles and strokes your hair, ruffled hair falling into his eyes. "sweet dreams, love."
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six hours later, you wake up to satoru and his shit-eating grin.
"satoru, i said ten minutes!"
a/n: *sighs* why don't i have a bf like satoru to take care of me like this?
⋆⁺₊⋆ reblogs very appreciated!