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PERSEPHONE — ryomen sukuna x female reader [chapter 4]

summary: ryomen sukuna, ruthless tycoon of the alcohol industry, is used to crushing rivals. but when his former meek secretary walks into his office as his newest competitor, he’s blindsided. you’ve transformed into a powerful force, ready to go head-to-head in a high-stakes battle for dominance. as tension rises between you — both in business and something far more dangerous — sukuna realizes this fight might cost him more than just his empire.

content warnings & tags: enemies to lovers, modern au, business tycoon sukuna, mentions of depression and alcoholism, love triangle, angst, slow-burn,eventual smut, mentions of other jujutsu kaisen characters (suguru geto,uraume, choso kamo, gojo satoru, yuuji itadori) - this takes place in the same universe as my upcoming salaryman!choso fanfic

word count: 15.5k words

notes: this is definitely one of the heavier, more angst-y chapters of the series. also, gojo reference!? ;) i will be including a spinoff for him (and choso!!) right after i finish persephone. i'm not good at handling multiple writing projects together; on a priority basis i will be releasing salaryman! choso first, so keep an eye out for that hehe <3

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suguru’s gaze was intense as he stood in front of you, arms crossed tightly. the post-party silence in your penthouse felt thick, almost suffocating with the weight of whatever he was about to say.

“i just don’t wanna lose my girl to some jerkface who did her dirty,” suguru muttered, his voice low but laced with frustration.

you blinked, caught off guard. “wow, the new year hasn’t even started, and you’re already laying claim?” you teased, trying to lighten the mood, completely missing the deeper meaning in his words.

he didn’t budge. “i don’t care.” his tone was fierce, unwavering. “i’ll tell you how much i love you as many times as i want. i don’t give a shit who hears or who’s around.”

your heart did that odd, uncomfortable clench again at his words, but you tried to brush it off, like it was just another one of those moments where he was being overprotective. “sugu, you’re being dramatic —”

“am i?” he cut you off, stepping closer, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made it hard to look away. “you think i’m just saying this for fun? i love you, and i’m not about to stand by and watch you let sukuna get close to you again.”

you swallowed, his words sinking in. he’d always been protective, but there was something different about the way he said it tonight.

“suguru…” you started, unsure of how to respond.

“no, listen,” he continued, his voice softening but no less determined. “i know i joke around a lot, but i’m serious right now. i’m not gonna let some guy who hurt you swoop in and pretend like everything’s okay.”

you could feel the sincerity in his words, the frustration mixed with genuine care. your heart clenched again, but this time, you didn’t brush it off so easily.

“i… i didn’t realize you felt like this,” you admitted, your voice quieter now, the weight of his feelings settling between you.

he exhaled, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated but also relieved that you were finally seeing it. “well, i do. and i’m tired of pretending i don’t.”

you stood there for a moment, processing everything he’d said, feeling your chest tighten in a way that wasn’t just from the shock of it all.

“i don’t wanna lose you, sugu,” you said softly, finally meeting his gaze again. “but you have to know, sukuna… it’s complicated.”

“i don’t care how complicated it is,” he shot back, his voice firm. “what matters is how i feel about you. and that’s not changing.”

you couldn’t help but smile, despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling around you. “you’re really stubborn, y’know that?”

“yeah, well, i don’t mind being stubborn when it comes to you,” suguru replied, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

that odd clench in your chest returned, but this time, you didn’t try to push it away. maybe it wasn’t something to ignore after all.

the memory of your mother’s words weighed heavily on sukuna’s mind, a constant reminder of the mess he’d left behind. ever since that night, he hadn’t been able to shake the guilt. it wasn’t like him to care, to dwell on things like this. but watching the way your life had been affected because of his past actions — how close he’d come to ruining something so much more important than a business deal — gnawed at him in ways he couldn’t ignore.

that’s what led him here, standing in front of cameras and flashing lights, about to announce something that, for the first time, wasn’t about power or wealth. it was personal.

he cleared his throat, adjusting the cuffs of his suit as he stood behind the podium, eyes sweeping over the crowd gathered for the press release. a room filled with people who didn’t know the real reason behind this move.

“i’ve built a lot of things over the years,” sukuna started, his voice steady but lacking its usual cockiness. “companies, brands, empires. but this one…” he paused for a second, letting his gaze lower before looking back up. “this one is different.”

the room was silent, everyone waiting for him to continue.

“this isn’t just another business venture,” he continued. “it’s personal. i’m starting an organization to support those who are struggling with alcoholism. to give them a chance to find help and overcome it.” his words came out measured, but the undercurrent of emotion was unmistakable.

sukuna didn’t care much about the media or the optics of it all. what mattered to him now was that you knew. he was trying to do something right. to fix something he’d broken.

“this isn’t about profit. this isn’t about market trends or public image.” he took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the next sentence. “i started this as support for a… friend. they know who they are.”

there was a pause, the silence thick as his words hung in the air. sukuna didn’t glance at the cameras this time. his mind was elsewhere — on that night, on your face, and on the quiet understanding that passed between the two of you after your mother had exposed everything.

the reporters were quick to scribble down notes, questions about to fly, but sukuna held up a hand. “that’s all for now. details about the organization and its services will be provided soon.”

as he stepped away from the podium, his jaw clenched. why did this still sit so heavily on his chest? what was it about you that made him want to be… better? not for himself, but for you. the thought was infuriating, and yet, it was the only thing driving him forward.

he could hear his secretary, or maybe uraume, calling after him as he walked away from the crowd, but he didn’t care. sukuna slipped into the car waiting outside, closing the door with a sharp click as he sank into the leather seat.

“why the hell do i care so much?” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair as his chest tightened again with that same familiar frustration.

maybe he’d never really figure it out. or maybe he already had, and that was the part that terrified him the most.

y/n l/n [2:20 pm]: i saw the press release today. thank you. you [2:22 pm]: 👍

sukuna stared at your message again, thumbs hovering over the screen. “thank you”— two simple words that carried more weight than they should have. he glanced at his original response, that measly thumbs-up emoji staring back at him.

should he have said more?

he leaned back in his chair, phone resting against his knee as his mind raced with a hundred things he could say. but every possibility felt… wrong. he wasn’t used to this. he wasn’t used to you thanking him for something that had more to do with your life than his.

"fuck," he muttered under his breath, tossing the phone onto the table. it buzzed slightly as it landed, the screen dimming, taking your words with it.

meanwhile, on your end, suguru’s presence was a warm one. his arms slid around you from behind, pulling you into a casual but affectionate hug. he rested his chin on your shoulder, his breath brushing your neck as he asked, “what’re you up to?”

you didn’t answer immediately, glancing at your phone where sukuna’s response still sat. thumbs up. it made you feel… odd. grateful? a little awkward, too. after everything you had been through with him, that was the closure? but you couldn’t focus on that right now. suguru’s hold on you tightened, drawing you back to the present.

“just… texting.” you shrugged, the lack of a straight response not going unnoticed by suguru, but he didn’t push.

“hmm.” his hum was low, almost satisfied. he shifted slightly, his cheek resting against your shoulder now, feeling more comfortable around you than before. after all, he had said the words out loud.

“i love you.”

and though you hadn’t fully responded, hadn’t said it back in the same way, you hadn’t rejected it either. for now, that was enough for him.

you could feel the warmth of his body against yours, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your side, absentmindedly affectionate. it wasn’t that you didn’t feel something for him, it’s just that… everything had been a lot lately. and maybe you weren’t ready to face all the emotions yet.

suguru seemed content with the limbo. as long as he could have this — have you — in some capacity, it didn’t matter if things were defined or not. he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his voice barely above a whisper.

“you know i’d do anything to keep you,” he murmured, his words carrying a weight of their own. there wasn’t any edge to his voice, just a quiet certainty, a promise he’d stand by, no matter what happened.

the feeling in your chest returned again, that strange clench, the one you had been brushing off ever since his confession.

“yeah,” you said softly, glancing down at your phone again. thumbs up.

you didn’t notice the slight frown on suguru’s face as his gaze shifted to your screen, but he didn’t comment on it either. for now, holding you like this was enough.

january rolled in with the close of the persephone and ryomen’s joint venture, which also signaled the end of yuuji’s internship. the atmosphere was bittersweet as yuuji, nearly in tears, clutched the internship certificate and recommendation letter close to his chest. the glossy paper crinkled under his grip as he looked between uraume and you, trying — and failing — not to cry.

“this is so cool! i’m gonna show this to everyone at school!” yuuji wailed, his voice breaking as he waved the papers around. uraume watched with their usual calm, though a faint trace of amusement danced in their eyes. what yuuji didn’t know, however, was that sukuna had personally written and signed the recommendation letter. that’s as much brotherly love as he was willing to admit to.

yuuji turned his wide, teary eyes to sukuna, who stood with his arms crossed, leaning casually against the doorway. “man, your life is so cool, big bro! why do i have to go back to boring school?” yuuji’s voice broke again, the corners of his mouth twitching into a pout.

“school’s where you belong, dumbass,” sukuna muttered, though there was a faint twitch of something soft in his otherwise deadpan expression. he couldn’t handle the clinginess but didn’t exactly hate it either. how the hell did he get so attached?

suguru chuckled, standing beside you as the four of you watched yuuji’s emotional rollercoaster. “hey, you’ve still got us. we’re not going anywhere,” suguru said, nudging yuuji’s shoulder, his voice light but carrying enough reassurance to stop another flood of tears.

yuuji sniffed loudly, looking up at suguru with a strange fondness. “yeah, but it’s not the same! i wanna hang out with you guys all the time now. you and y/n are like… family or something.” his cheeks flushed as he said it, scratching his head awkwardly.

you exchanged a surprised glance with suguru, who raised a brow but didn’t seem to mind the comment. instead, he shrugged casually. “well, we’ll see each other soon, yuuji. you’re always welcome.” suguru’s voice had that protective edge again, a subtle claim.

yuuji gave an excited nod but immediately turned his eyes back to you, his puppy-like gaze almost desperate. “you’ll keep in touch, right? like, texts and stuff? i’m gonna miss you,” he said, wiping at his face with his sleeve.

“of course, yuuji,” you smiled, patting his head. “we’ll still be around, don’t worry.”

sukuna’s eyes flicked over to the interaction, and though he said nothing, his jaw tightened slightly. yuuji’s attachment to you wasn’t something sukuna had anticipated, and it stirred something — irritation? or maybe something more complicated. he straightened his posture, glancing briefly at uraume, who simply nodded as if understanding the unspoken tension.

“better not whine about it for too long,” sukuna grunted, pushing off the doorframe, “it’s not like you’re getting shipped off to the moon.”

yuuji laughed through his tears, though it was clear he wasn’t ready to leave the little “family” he’d somehow become part of. “i’ll come back to visit!” he declared, as if making a promise to himself.

“don’t get too attached,” sukuna muttered under his breath, but his expression softened as he ruffled yuuji’s hair before walking away. “you’ve got work to do at school.”

the weight of the moment settled in as yuuji, still holding onto his papers, gave each of you one last emotional hug before heading out the door. you stood there with suguru, feeling the warmth of the odd family you’d all become, and wondering just what the future would hold now that everything was shifting.

as uraume prepared to leave with yuuji, they glanced at him, noticing how his face still carried traces of sadness despite all the reassurances. with a subtle, knowing look, they leaned down toward him, voice soft but perfectly timed to get his attention. "how about we get ice cream on the way back? might help with the sadness."

yuuji’s eyes lit up instantly, his gloomy expression brightening at the thought. “really? you mean it?” he sniffled, but the excitement in his voice was unmistakable.

uraume gave a slight nod, their usual calm expression giving nothing away, but the hint of a smile curled at the corners of their mouth. “of course. consider it a farewell treat.”

yuuji, momentarily forgetting his lingering melancholy, grinned wide and pumped his fists in the air. “ice cream! yes!”

sukuna, watching the whole exchange from the doorway, gave a small nod in approval. "go on, brat," he muttered, though there was a trace of fondness beneath his gruff tone. uraume caught his eye and nodded in return, a silent understanding passing between them. they knew their duty — keeping yuuji safe, both physically and emotionally. sukuna didn’t have to say it out loud.

as uraume and yuuji made their way out, yuuji waved energetically back toward you and suguru. “i’ll miss you guys! but not too much, ‘cause ice cream!” his voice trailed off as he laughed, the previous gloom almost forgotten.

you chuckled as you waved back, leaning into suguru’s side. “he’ll be fine,” you said softly, more to yourself than anyone.

sukuna stood at the doorway, watching the two disappear into the street, the heaviness of trust settling in his chest. he knew uraume would handle everything — and yuuji would be safe. the fleeting domesticity of the moment made his skin itch with unfamiliarity, but he didn’t hate it. not completely.

with uraume and yuuji gone, the air grew noticeably awkward, leaving just the three of you — suguru, sukuna, and yourself — standing in the doorway of sukuna’s penthouse. you glanced between the two men, feeling the weight of the silence growing heavier. this is weird, you thought, and finally, you sheepishly suggested, “maybe we should head out. i mean, we don’t wanna impose —"

before you could finish, suguru cut in with his signature snark, smirking in a way that made sukuna’s eyebrow twitch. “oh, but we should totally stay. i mean, it’s not every day we get to see the infamous ryomen sukuna’s bachelor pad. who knows? maybe it’s actually cozy in here,” suguru teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. he loved pushing sukuna’s buttons — it was almost like a sport for him.

sukuna’s jaw tensed, but that challenge in suguru’s tone struck his pride, and he refused to back down. oh, this guy wants to play? fine. he squared his shoulders and gave suguru a smug look, his ego shining through. “you really think i’m gonna let you leave without showing off? please, my place is loaded with features you two could only dream of.” his voice was a mix of a boast and a challenge, and without waiting for your response, he turned and started walking further into the penthouse.

suguru shot you a quick, cheeky wink, clearly enjoying the game he’d started. you had to bite back a smile, shaking your head at how easily they fell into this back-and-forth. as you followed sukuna, suguru fell in step beside you, snickering under his breath. “this should be fun,” he whispered, eyes sparkling with amusement.

you tried to suppress your laughter as sukuna began giving you both a tour, highlighting everything in his penthouse with over-the-top flair. “this? imported marble floors, straight from italy. cost me more than some people make in a year,” he boasted, smirking as he glanced over his shoulder, clearly expecting a reaction.

“oh, wow, fancy,” suguru drawled sarcastically, though you could see he was holding back laughter. “you got a chandelier in every room, or is that only in the fancy parts?”

sukuna huffed, ignoring suguru’s snark as he continued, pointing out more features — everything from a state-of-the-art home theater to a fully equipped gym, as if to prove that he had everything anyone could ever want. “and here’s the rooftop deck — perfect view of the city skyline. makes for a killer new year’s celebration. which, by the way, you’d be lucky if you got invited to.” he said with a smirk.

you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, appreciating how sukuna, despite his usual gruffness, was going all out in his attempt to impress, even if it was just because suguru had thrown down a challenge. suguru nudged you with his elbow as you both walked behind sukuna, grinning like he’d just won some inside joke. “he’s trying so hard, it’s almost cute,” he whispered in your ear, making you stifle a giggle.

as sukuna showed you both around, pointing out more luxury features — heated floors, a custom-built wine cellar — he missed the little knowing looks you and suguru shared, the way you’d smile at each other in amusement. suguru was clearly having a blast getting under sukuna’s skin, and you were just enjoying the absurdity of it all. you were starting to see a side of sukuna that was more than just the hard-edged businessman — something softer, even if he was still caught up in his own bravado.

the tour ended back in the living room, and sukuna crossed his arms, standing tall, a smirk on his face. “so, still think you need to leave? or have i impressed you enough to stay?” his tone was playful, but you could sense that classic sukuna confidence shining through.

“oh, totally. i’m sold,” suguru responded with mock seriousness, clapping his hands together. “this place is way too nice to leave.”

you caught sukuna’s eye for a second, and for just a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something softer beneath his bravado. maybe, just maybe, he was enjoying this weird little game as much as you and suguru were.

as sukuna continued his boasting, something unexpected caught your eye. along one of the walls was a series of framed photos, neatly aligned and carefully displayed. they stood out from the sleek, modern decor of the penthouse — this was something more personal.

you tugged gently at suguru’s arm as you both stopped to take in the sight. the photos were a striking contrast to the image sukuna usually projected. in each one, there were glimpses of a life that felt… softer, more intimate. there was choso, his usual stoic expression somewhat softened as he stood next to sukuna, both of them in casual clothes, looking surprisingly relaxed. in another, yuuji beamed brightly, clearly the life of whatever event they were at, his arm slung around sukuna’s shoulders. and there, tucked in the corner of the display, was uraume — someone who seemed so detached in their daily interactions, now frozen in a candid moment with sukuna, a rare smile tugging at their lips.

"wow," you muttered under your breath, fingers brushing against the glass of one of the frames. it was a photo of all four of them together — sukuna, choso, yuuji, and uraume. they were at some sort of gathering, maybe a holiday or a birthday, and though the photo wasn’t posed, there was an undeniable closeness between them. family. it was the first word that came to mind.

suguru, standing next to you, whistled softly. “who knew the king of booze had a soft spot for family photos,” he teased lightly, but there wasn’t the usual bite in his tone. even he seemed taken aback by the display. “this is... different.”

sukuna had been walking ahead, but when he noticed you two had stopped, he turned around, his eyes narrowing slightly as he saw where your attention had landed. "what? never seen pictures before?" he grumbled, clearly defensive, though there was a hint of embarrassment in the way he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“i just didn’t coin you as the sentimental type,” suguru scoffed, stepping closer to the wall and peering at another picture. this one was of sukuna and yuuji, both of them laughing, mid-conversation. the casualness of it was startling. “you even keep this dork’s photo up,” suguru said, pointing to yuuji, who looked like he was in the middle of some dumb joke.

you felt a small smile tugging at your lips as you took in the photos, especially the ones with yuuji. despite sukuna’s usual hard demeanor, it was obvious — whether he liked it or not — that he cared about his brothers. this was proof of it. “you know,” you began, glancing over at sukuna, “these are really nice.”

sukuna huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he stood in the doorway. “they’re just pictures. don’t get any ideas.”

“oh, please. this is basically a hallmark moment,” suguru snorted, clearly enjoying the chance to tease sukuna a bit. but even he couldn’t deny the warmth that emanated from the wall, a glimpse into sukuna’s personal life that he rarely let anyone see.

“shut up,” sukuna muttered, looking away as if embarrassed by the attention on his personal side. he wasn’t used to this — having people close enough to see behind the walls he built. but as he stood there, he didn’t move to rush you away from the photos. deep down, maybe he didn’t mind you seeing this side of him.

you gave a small, appreciative smile, stepping back from the wall. “it’s nice to see. makes you feel more human,” you said softly, turning your gaze to sukuna.

sukuna scoffed, his usual bravado quickly resurfacing as he shrugged off your comment. “tch. human, huh? guess i’ll let you believe that if it makes you feel better.” but as you all moved forward down the wall of photos, you couldn’t help but notice that, despite his words, sukuna didn’t seem to mind that you'd seen this glimpse into his life. in fact, for a split second, you swore you caught the tiniest hint of pride in his expression.

as you trailed further down the wall, the photos began to shift from more recent moments to ones from sukuna's past. the polished, modern-day ryomen sukuna you knew seemed distant in these old pictures, where a younger version of him stood.

there was one of him from his college days — he looked rough around the edges, less refined but undeniably the same imposing figure. sukuna, surrounded by a few guys, was mid-laugh, his cocky smirk unmistakable. you couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle. "so, even back then, you had the same attitude, huh?" you murmured to yourself.

as you kept walking, your heart softened when your gaze landed on pictures of choso and yuuji as babies. choso looked stoic even as a toddler, his little frown and serious eyes standing out among the typical baby photos. next to it was a picture of him as a kid, standing stiffly with a crooked smile, holding what seemed to be his first toy sword. yuuji, on the other hand, was practically the definition of cuteness overload. baby yuuji, pudgy cheeks and all, had his arms outstretched, grinning widely in front of what seemed to be their family home. a warmth bloomed in your chest seeing them so little and vulnerable, the years captured in these moments feeling worlds away from the men you knew now.

“you were all such cute kids,” you whispered, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

then came the childhood photos — sukuna and choso, much younger, both caught in a rare, candid moment of laughter. yuuji wasn’t in the picture yet, and it was just the two older brothers sitting on a porch, holding what looked like melting popsicles. sukuna, even in his teenage years, had the same mischievous glint in his eye, while choso looked like he was barely containing his own laughter. you couldn't help but linger on that one, touched by how carefree they seemed back then.

but then, your steps faltered. at the far end of the wall, tucked between more family shots, there was a photo you never expected to see. you. it was you and sukuna, during your secretary days. the memory of that day hit you instantly — it was a rare moment when you’d both been caught off guard during an event. the two of you stood side by side, you with a slightly nervous smile and sukuna with his signature cocky grin, as if amused by your unease. you were holding a clipboard, clearly in work mode, while sukuna leaned against a wall, looking as though he was about to make some sarcastic comment.

“no way,” you whispered, a flush of nostalgia hitting you. “he kept this?”

sukuna must have noticed your pause, because he wandered over, arms still crossed as he eyed the photo you'd stopped at. when he realized which one it was, his lips twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly. “what, surprised i kept that?”

“kinda,” you admitted, turning to face him. “i didn’t think you’d care about something like this.”

he shrugged, though you could sense something deeper beneath the nonchalant gesture. “tch. don’t make a big deal out of it. it’s just a picture.”

but as you looked at him, standing there next to this little piece of your shared past, you couldn’t help but feel that it meant more than he was letting on. this wasn’t just a random photo. it was a memory — a reminder of where everything had started, long before you’d ever imagined you’d be standing in his home, reflecting on all the twists and turns that had led you here.

“it’s a nice memory,” you said softly, turning your gaze back to the picture. “i guess we’ve both come a long way since then.”

“yeah. guess we have,” sukuna muttered, his voice quieter than usual, almost reflective. he stood there for a moment longer, staring at the picture alongside you before finally turning away, clearing his throat as if to shake off the lingering sentiment.

but even as he tried to downplay it, the fact that he'd kept this photo — amidst all the family moments, amidst everything else — said more than words could.

as you stood there, suguru wandered over, curious about what had caught your attention. the sight of you and sukuna together, captured during your days as his secretary, hit suguru in a way he hadn’t anticipated. a quiet pang of something akin to fomo gripped him. it wasn’t just that photo — it was a sudden, stark reminder of how much of your life he’d missed before he entered the picture. years of history, moments you and sukuna had shared before suguru had even been part of your world.

without a word, suguru stepped closer and wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you gently against his chest. his chin rested lightly on your shoulder, his presence warm and solid. you glanced up at him, a bit surprised by the sudden embrace, but you could sense that something was on his mind. he didn’t say anything at first, just watched the wall of memories with you, his gaze lingering on the photo of you and sukuna.

“that was back when i worked for him,” you began softly, your voice pulling him out of his thoughts. “it was some event — we were both caught off guard. i was trying to keep everything together, and he was… well, he was sukuna, just messing with me like always.”

suguru’s arms tightened around you slightly as he listened, his brow furrowing just a bit. “it’s weird,” he murmured, his voice quieter than usual. “feels like i missed so much… like there’s this whole part of your life i wasn’t part of.”

you leaned back into him, offering a small, comforting smile. “you didn’t miss that much. we’re here now, right?”

but suguru didn’t seem entirely convinced. he was still staring at the photo, his eyes dark with that lingering feeling of being on the outside looking in. “still… it’s hard not to think about it. you’ve got all this history with him, and i —” he paused, swallowing hard, the words hanging unspoken in the air. i’m still trying to catch up.

the sound of your soft voice, the way you leaned so easily into suguru’s touch, didn’t go unnoticed by sukuna. he’d turned away from the photos, pretending not to care, but his jaw tightened slightly as he glanced at the two of you from the corner of his eye. that weird, unfamiliar feeling from earlier was back again, stirring in his chest — this odd, unsettling sensation he couldn’t quite place. it was as if something was pulling at him, gnawing at the edges of his usual confidence, but he refused to dwell on it. sukuna didn’t do feelings, especially not these.

"you always gotta cling to her like that?" sukuna muttered, though there was no real bite to his words. more like a thinly veiled attempt to mask whatever was bubbling under the surface.

suguru didn’t respond immediately, but his arms stayed firmly around you, his chin still resting on your shoulder. “if i don’t, someone else might try to take my place,” he replied, his tone light but pointed, a subtle challenge woven into his words. his eyes flickered briefly towards sukuna before returning to the photos.

you rolled your eyes, laughing softly to diffuse the tension. “you two are impossible.”

but underneath the teasing, you could feel the weight of both their emotions. suguru, still grappling with his own insecurities, feeling like he was playing catch-up in your life. sukuna, wrestling with whatever strange feelings were tugging at him as he stood there, watching you both so comfortably close. neither of them would admit it — sukuna least of all — but the energy in the room had shifted. something unspoken was brewing between the three of you, and no one seemed quite ready to address it.

yet, in that moment, you could only hope that everything would find its balance. you leaned your head back against suguru’s chest, offering him silent reassurance. “you won’t lose me, sugu,” you whispered quietly, for his ears alone. “i promise.”

suguru pressed a kiss to the side of your head, holding you just a little tighter, as if that promise was all he needed for now. meanwhile, sukuna turned back toward the photos on the wall, his expression unreadable, but that strange feeling still twisting in his chest.

suguru’s phone buzzed with a call, and after glancing at the screen, he sighed. "i’ll be right back. it's satoru." his tone was one of annoyance, but there was a faint fondness beneath it as he stepped away to take the call. you and sukuna were left standing alone in front of the wall of photos.

"who the hell is satoru?" sukuna asked, raising an eyebrow.

"oh, gojo satoru," you began, chuckling a little at the thought. "he’s a businessman in a field... very different from what you'd expect." you paused, glancing sideways at sukuna, gauging his interest. "he runs an audiobook company — specifically erotic ones."

sukuna gave you an incredulous look, half-disbelieving and half-amused. "what?"

"yeah, i know. it’s... interesting. suguru’s a shareholder in a lot of different businesses, and gojo’s is just one of them. they’ve been friends for a long time."

sukuna just shook his head, muttering something under his breath about weird business ventures as he stared back at the photos on the wall. the silence settled between you two again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable — more reflective. there was a lot in the air, unsaid, simmering just below the surface.

as you both stood there, sukuna shifted slightly, clearly thinking something over. you could sense his hesitation before he finally spoke, his voice low, almost like he was asking a question he didn't really want an answer to. "what are you and suguru, anyway?"

the question caught you off guard. not because it was completely out of the blue, but because it felt... loaded. sukuna wasn't the type to ask such things. he was direct, sure, but this felt different. unsure. like he didn’t even know why he was asking it himself.

"what do you mean?" you asked back, your tone light but careful, trying to buy time to figure out exactly how to respond.

"you know what i mean," he grumbled, glancing at you but then quickly turning his gaze back to the wall. "you two. are you... a thing?"

you blinked, surprised by how blunt the question was, even though you knew sukuna was never one to mince words. still, hearing it out loud like that made your heart race a little. what were you and suguru, really? you hadn't defined it — not really. sure, there had been that confession, the hugs, the closeness, but it wasn't something you'd put a label on.

"we’re... close," you started, your voice soft. "but we haven’t exactly labeled anything."

sukuna’s jaw tightened. he didn’t know why he’d even asked that stupid question. it was none of his business, and yet, hearing you describe your relationship with suguru so vaguely, so open-ended, irritated him in a way he couldn’t explain.

"close, huh?" he muttered, clearly trying to keep his tone neutral but failing miserably. there was something bitter lingering under the surface.

you didn’t miss the change in his tone, and you glanced at him, trying to read his expression, though it was hard. sukuna wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but something about this — about the way he was asking — felt... vulnerable.

"yeah," you said, turning fully toward him, trying to meet his eyes. "but that doesn’t change anything between us. we’re still... whatever this is."

sukuna scoffed, but there was no real malice in it. it was more like he was trying to shrug off the awkwardness that had crept into the conversation. "whatever this is," he repeated, his voice almost mocking, but there was a strange kind of softness to it.

he looked at you then, his eyes darker than usual, like he was searching for something in your face that he couldn’t quite name. he opened his mouth to say something else, but then closed it again, deciding against it. whatever it was, he wasn’t ready to say it out loud.

you, in turn, gave him a small smile. "you don’t have to ask, you know," you said, your voice gentle. "you and i... we’re still figuring things out too."

sukuna’s lips twitched slightly, almost like he wanted to smile but couldn’t quite bring himself to. "yeah, well... don’t keep me waiting too long, woman."

the tension between you two lingered for a moment longer before sukuna shook his head, as if trying to rid himself of whatever strange feelings were creeping up on him. you both turned back to the wall, the photos telling stories of pasts that hadn’t quite been forgotten, even if some of them were better left behind.

uraume entered the penthouse that evening, expecting the usual sight of sukuna either working or brooding somewhere in the shadows. instead, they found him standing in front of the photo wall, completely still, staring at something. it was an unusual sight. sukuna wasn’t one to dwell on such things. curious, uraume walked closer, their gaze falling on the newest addition to the wall.

it was a framed picture from your new year's party. a raw, candid snapshot capturing the aftermath of the post-party cleanup. there you were, standing next to sukuna, both of you wearing dishwashing gloves, soap suds still clinging to them. the exasperated look on suguru’s face was priceless, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. yuuji was caught mid-fall, his arms flailing, while choso held up cans of mountain dew, a rare grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. and there was uraume, aghast, witnessing yuuji’s near wipeout, looking every bit the responsible one, as usual.

everything about the photo felt right. it wasn’t posed, it wasn’t perfect, but it was real. it captured a moment that meant something — something deep, something domestic. a kind of happiness that sukuna wasn’t used to acknowledging.

“huh,” uraume said, stepping closer to stand next to sukuna. “didn’t expect to see this here.”

sukuna didn’t respond right away, his gaze still fixed on the image. something about it tugged at him, made that strange feeling from before resurface. a sense of longing, but for what, he wasn’t entirely sure.

uraume glanced at him, then at the photo again. their voice was soft, almost contemplative. “i hope one day you can replace that picture and put up a new one with you and her.”

sukuna’s brows furrowed slightly, and he glanced at uraume, confused. they gestured subtly to the older photo, the one taken years ago, back when you were still his secretary. it was one of you and sukuna, standing side by side at an event, more formal, distant — nothing like the warmth radiating from the new one.

uraume’s meaning was clear. they weren’t just talking about another candid moment — they were talking about something deeper. a life where it was just you and sukuna, maybe even a family of your own. the thought settled heavily on sukuna’s chest, the weight of it impossible to ignore. It was something he’d pushed away, ignored, but it lingered all the same.

“you think it’s that easy?” sukuna muttered, his voice unusually quiet.

uraume crossed their arms, eyes narrowing slightly in thought. “no. but you can’t keep standing here, watching her slip away and expect things to stay the same.”

sukuna clenched his jaw, their words hitting a little too close. with each passing day, it felt like you were drifting further from him. the more time you spent with suguru, the more he felt like he was losing his grip on the one constant he thought he could rely on. and now, with suguru’s affection becoming more open, more tangible, sukuna couldn’t help but feel like he was being left behind.

this limbo he found himself in — the unspoken feelings, the unresolved tension — it wasn’t fine. not anymore. because if he didn’t do something, you would slip away for good.

uraume’s voice softened again, more gentle than usual. “if you don’t acknowledge how you feel, sukuna, you’re going to lose her. and you know that.”

he hated how right they were. hated the truth in their words, but there was no denying it anymore. sukuna turned back to the photo, his expression unreadable, but his heart was anything but. his chest tightened, and the gnawing fear of loss crept in, something he wasn’t used to feeling.

and as he stared at the image of you standing there, dish suds on your gloves, smiling beside him, sukuna couldn’t help but wonder — how long until that picture became nothing more than a memory? how long until you were out of his reach for good?

the silence stretched between them until uraume broke it once more, their voice barely above a whisper. “maybe it’s time to stop pretending you don’t care.”

sukuna swallowed hard, still unsure if he could. but one thing was certain — this limbo, this passive avoidance, wouldn’t last forever. and maybe, just maybe, it was time he faced what he’d been running from all along.

sukuna's plan to create an organization to help people combat alcoholism, named garden of the elysium, was nearing completion. the name choice was no coincidence. it was a nod to the underworld god hades' garden, the final resting place for the worthy — a silent confession, if there ever was one. after all, your company was called persephone, and the connection between hades and persephone was too obvious to ignore. but whenever the media pressed sukuna for the meaning behind the name, he gave them different stories each time, sidestepping any real connection to you.

one interview played in his mind, the reporter asking with a grin, “why elysium, mr. ryomen? are you a fan of greek mythology?”

sukuna, leaning back in his chair with a bored look, had answered, “what’s wrong with greek mythology? the name sounded good, that’s all.”

another time, a particularly eager reporter pushed him further, “is it true that you named it after hades’ garden because of your joint ventures with persephone wines?”

sukuna had smirked and responded, “you’re reaching. i just like the word elysium.”

then there was the press conference where a younger, more playful journalist had asked, “so, is this a love letter to persephone? maybe there’s a connection?”

sukuna, giving a dry laugh, shot back, “you’re digging for something that’s not there. i just thought it sounded powerful.”

despite his attempts to dismiss the notion, gen-z was far quicker to catch on to the connection than most professionals. soon, they began piecing together clips from old interviews, press conferences, and even videos from the christmas joint venture you both had done. fan edits were popping up everywhere, with overlaid text and dramatic music, linking the two of you in a supposed romantic narrative.

the edits only grew more popular as more people found out about sukuna’s tiktok yuuji had to promote ryomen’s wine during the halloween season. the internet had a field day, infamously dubbing sukuna as “the wine daddy.” persephone’s huge social media presence only fueled the fire, especially since your brand was already deeply linked with gen-z consumers.

the noise went unnoticed by sukuna for a while — he didn’t spend his time on social media, let alone tiktok. but one evening, yuuji sent him a link to a particular edit that had blown up. sukuna sat at his desk, squinting at his phone.

“what the hell is this?” he muttered as he opened the link, already annoyed.

the video started innocently enough — a clip of you smiling at a press conference, followed by a shot of sukuna giving one of his signature deadpan glares, set to some dramatic music. the text read: they say hades fell in love with persephone in the underworld... so what does that make this?

“are you fucking kidding me?” sukuna groaned, scrolling through the comments:

“bro, it’s so obvious they’re into each other. look at that tension.”“i ship it. daddy’s definitely got a soft spot for her.”“they’re basically hades and persephone irl, don’t even try to deny it.”“this man is out here naming entire organizations after her and acts like he’s not head over heels lmao.”“wine daddy got himself a queen, we all know it.”

his jaw clenched as he read the growing list of comments, trying to keep his temper in check. just as he was about to close the app in frustration, uraume walked into the room, their usual calm expression in place.

“uraume,” sukuna growled, waving the phone. “why the hell has no one addressed this?”

uraume glanced at the phone, eyes flicking to the screen, and shrugged nonchalantly. “address what? it’s not bad for your image.”

“not bad?” sukuna scoffed. “they’ve got me plastered all over the internet as wine daddy and are shipping me with —" he cut himself off, not wanting to finish the thought.

uraume raised a brow, unbothered. “people like you. they think the hades and persephone thing is charming.”

sukuna set his jaw, eyes narrowing as he threw the phone down. “charming, huh? and the ‘wine daddy’ thing?”

“gen-z finds it amusing,” uraume said, crossing their arms. “besides, it’s harmless. it’s not like it’s affecting the organization.”

sukuna exhaled sharply, not entirely convinced. “it’s still bullshit.”

uraume tilted their head, smirking faintly. “would you prefer they think of you as just some cold businessman, or maybe… someone with more depth? you did name the organization after her company, after all.”

the pointed remark stung, but sukuna brushed it off. he stood, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. “whatever,” he muttered, though the indignation was still there. “just keep an eye on it.”

uraume nodded, but their gaze lingered on sukuna as they turned to leave. he might act like the comments didn’t get under his skin, but uraume knew better. the truth was there — clearer than sukuna would ever admit.

suguru trudged into your office like a sulking puppy, his usually pristine hair pulled into a messy bun, looking like he hadn't slept in days. you immediately knew the reason — he, too, had discovered the sukuna x y/n edits that everyone had been obsessing over, dubbing it the "persephone and hades" ship. you couldn't help but giggle as he threw himself onto the office sofa dramatically, his pout only deepening when he saw your reaction.

"curse having so many young people working in every department," he grumbled, eyes narrowing as you made your way over. "they’re always in the know before me."

you laughed and joined him on the sofa as he scooted over to make space for you. suguru didn’t hesitate to lean into you, burying his head into your shoulder like a cat demanding affection. it didn’t matter that you were in the office — the two of you were the owners. who was going to say anything about it anyway?

"i want an edit of us too," suguru mumbled, his voice muffled by your shoulder.

you snickered, teasing him lightly. "maybe you should do something scandalous first."

he lifted his head, eyes gleaming with mischief. "i’ll kiss you in front of everyone at our next interview," he threatened, though the smile tugging at his lips gave him away.

"will not!" you retorted, nudging him playfully.

"will too!" he shot back, and soon enough, you two were bickering like children, playfully pushing each other back and forth, his pout never quite leaving his face.

after a few minutes of playful banter, suguru grew quiet, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "so..." he began slowly, his voice dropping to a serious tone. "what are we?"

the question hung in the air, heavier than you expected. you'd teased, laughed, and played around for so long that maybe you'd both been avoiding this very moment. his eyes searched yours, looking for something more than just a playful response. you could feel the warmth of his body against yours, the intimacy of the moment sneaking up on you like a quiet whisper.

his voice softened even more as he repeated the question, almost as if he was afraid of your answer. “what are we, y/n?”

suguru’s expression shifted the moment he asked about sukuna, not waiting for an answer to his previous questin. "what about you and him?" he said, his tone more pointed than before.

the question caught you off guard, your heart immediately clenching at the mention of sukuna. you weren’t blind to what you felt with sukuna — it was real, but fleeting, confusing. and the whole elysian project? it wasn’t subtle. sukuna naming it after hades was a silent confession in its own way, and you knew it.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “i don’t know, sugu.”

he frowned, sitting up straight now, his gaze sharp. “you don’t know?” his voice was more forceful, annoyance creeping in. “you keep saying that.”

“because it’s the truth!” you snapped, frustration bubbling up. “i don’t know what any of this means! everything with sukuna is just — complicated.”

“complicated? right. you mean, like, him naming a whole fucking project after you?” suguru’s voice had turned bitter. “how’s that complicated? seems pretty damn clear to me.”

your chest tightened, and you bit your lip, trying to hold back. “it’s not that simple, suguru. i’m trying to figure it out.”

he let out a humorless laugh, standing up from the couch and pacing. “figure it out? you’re trying to figure out if you’re into sukuna while i’ve been sitting here waiting for you to figure us out?”

“don’t do that,” you said sharply, standing up too. “this isn’t about choosing between you and sukuna. it’s not some competition!”

“could’ve fooled me,” suguru muttered under his breath, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

you clenched your fists, anger flaring. “don’t twist my words, suguru. i never said it was like that.”

“then what the hell is it?” he turned to face you fully, his eyes narrowing. “because from where i’m standing, it looks like you can’t make up your damn mind.”

“maybe because i can’t!” you shouted, feeling the heat rise in your chest. “do you think it’s easy for me? you think i want to be stuck like this, confused and torn between everything?”

“well, you sure seem comfortable enough,” suguru shot back, his words laced with venom. “you’ve got sukuna making secret love letters out of business ventures, and i’m just here, what — waiting for you to decide?”

“that’s not fair,” you snapped, your voice shaking. “i didn’t ask for any of this.”

“right. it’s my fault, then?” suguru’s voice cracked, but his words were bitter. “it’s my fault for loving you, y/n?”

his words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you froze. your mouth opened, but nothing came out.

suguru shook his head, looking away from you, his jaw clenched tight. “i guess it’s my fault for loving you,” he repeated, his voice quieter, but no less cutting.

you could feel your chest tightening even more, but before you could respond, suguru turned on his heel, walking toward the door.

“suguru, wait —” you called out, your voice wavering, but he didn’t stop.

the door slammed shut, leaving you standing there, your heart in pieces, the weight of his words sinking in.

suguru stared at his phone, his vision slightly blurred as he scrolled through the notifications. five missed facetime calls, twelve missed calls, and what felt like an endless stream of text messages from you. he groaned, the cheap vodka sloshing in the bottle he was holding, and his chest ached as he read through them.

vino ❤️ [7:48 pm]: sugu, i’m sorry vino ❤️ [7:49 pm]: please come back home, you’re worrying me vino ❤️ [7:52 pm]: this is the first time you’ve switched off your location with me. are you okay?

his head throbbed, and he tilted the bottle back, taking another bitter swig. the burn in his throat matched the pit of guilt that had settled in his stomach. it wasn’t fair to you. not really. you didn’t ask for any of this. it was his own damn feelings and insecurities eating away at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to face you — not after the words he threw at you.

"i guess it’s my fault for loving you."

he cursed under his breath, throwing his phone down onto the couch next to him. the screen lit up with another text from you, but he couldn’t bring himself to respond.

he knew he shouldn’t have said what he said. you didn’t deserve that, and hell, it wasn’t even really sukuna’s fault either. suguru felt so stupid. his emotions were all over the place, tangled like a mess of frayed wires. the more he tried to figure it out, the more frustrated he became, and now here he was — alone, drowning in cheap vodka and self-loathing.

he rubbed his temples and grabbed his phone again, scrolling through his contacts until he found the one person he could talk to, even if he didn’t want to right now: gojo satoru.

the phone rang, and rang, until the familiar annoying voice greeted him. "yo! sugu! miss me that — what the hell? you sound drunk, man."

suguru rolled his eyes, sinking deeper into the couch. "shut up, satoru. i need your advice."

satoru’s voice came through clear and chipper, way too energetic for how suguru felt right now. "advice? from me? wow, sugu, must be serious."

"it is." suguru sighed, rubbing his face. "i... i said something i shouldn’t have."

"ooooh, i’m listening. spill."

"it’s y/n. i snapped at her about sukuna, and now i don’t know how to face her," suguru confessed, his voice thick with regret.

there was a pause on the other end before satoru spoke again, more serious this time. "ah, shit. what’d you say?"

"i told her it’s my fault for loving her." suguru groaned, dragging his hand down his face. "it wasn’t fair. i’m so fucking frustrated, satoru. i can’t —"

"hey, hey, man. deeeep breath. so you’re jealous of sukuna, right?"

"obviously," suguru muttered, taking another drink from the bottle. "but it’s not just that. it’s everything. i feel like... like i’m always second to something or someone, like i missed out on so much of her life."

"so you said it in a shitty way," satoru said bluntly. "but the thing is, you need to be straight with her. tell her what you just told me."

"easier said than done."

"nah, bro, you’ve got this. trust me, she’s probably just as messed up about this whole thing as you are. she wouldn’t be blowing up your phone if she didn’t care."

suguru glanced at his phone again, seeing another missed text from you:

vino ❤️ [8:10 pm]: please just let me know you’re okay. i’m so worried.

satoru’s voice brought him back. "talk to her, man. just... talk. stop bottling that shit up."

suguru sighed. "yeah, you’re right. thanks, satoru."

"anytime, sugu. now go make it right — and hey, let me know if you need me to smack some sense into you next time."

he chuckled lightly despite himself. "i’ll keep that in mind."

after hanging up, suguru stared at the messages on his phone, his thumb hovering over your name in his contacts. he knew he had to make this right. but for now, he needed a minute to clear his head, to figure out how to say everything he needed to without screwing it up again.

he groaned, tossing his phone onto the couch beside him, not ready yet — but knowing he’d have to soon.

suguru stumbled into your apartment at 9 p.m., his breath still tinged with the remnants of cheap vodka, and his eyes bloodshot but sharp enough to catch sight of the last thing he wanted to see.

sukuna.

sitting there, on the damn couch where he sat, where you sat together. it felt like a punch in the gut, a slap to the face.

"the hell are you doing here?" suguru's voice was slurred, but the hostility in it was clear.

you stood up immediately, glancing between the two, caught completely off-guard by the sudden tension. "sugu, calm down —"

"calm down? you want me to calm down when he's sitting here, in our spot?" suguru spat, his words sharp despite the alcohol blurring his mind. "what, you invited him over now?"

"relax, i'm just dropping off something yuuji wanted her to have," sukuna explained, standing up, arms crossed as he looked unbothered by suguru's outburst. he’d been expecting some tension, but nothing like this.

"oh yeah? yuuji needed you to do it? you couldn’t send uraume, huh?" suguru’s voice raised, his steps unsteady as he walked toward sukuna. "you just had to come here yourself, right? couldn't wait to weasel your way in, huh?"

"look, i’m not here for you, i’m here for —"

“shut up!” suguru barked, cutting sukuna off with a pointed finger. “i don’t give a damn why you’re here, i don’t want you here.”

you stepped between them, trying to keep the situation from escalating further. “sugu, you’re drunk. listen to me, this isn’t —”

“no, you listen! i’m tired of this,” suguru said, the frustration from earlier spilling out all at once. his eyes were wild, his face red with anger. “i’m tired of always feeling like i’m second in line to this asshole. what am i to you? huh?”

sukuna’s jaw clenched, and he finally lost that cool exterior, his eyes narrowing at suguru. “you really want to start something, now? i came here to give her something, not to deal with your drunk tantrum.”

“oh, fuck off. like i’m supposed to believe you didn’t want an excuse to come here,” suguru snarled, taking another shaky step toward sukuna. "you think i don't know what you're doing? how you’re just waiting for me to screw up so you can swoop in? is that it?"

sukuna scoffed, but you saw the flicker of something behind his eyes — something darker. "you’re paranoid. i’m not interested in your little lover’s quarrel, get your shit together.”

“you think i don’t see it?” suguru’s voice was rising, and the desperation in it was starting to show. “you think i don’t notice how you look at her? how you’ve been creeping back into her life since that fucking christmas venture?"

you held your breath as suguru’s words hit the room like a bomb. sukuna's posture stiffened, and for a moment, the air felt charged with something dangerous.

“you’re losing it,” sukuna muttered. "i'm not the one pushing her away, you are."

"oh, fuck you," suguru snapped, stepping forward again, only to be met with your hand on his chest, trying to hold him back.

"sugu, please, just —"

"what, y/n? what are we?" he asked, his eyes searching yours, desperate for an answer that you couldn’t seem to give him. "because i'm starting to feel like nothing to you. and i don't know if i can take that."

his voice cracked, and the anger seemed to bleed out of him, leaving only that raw vulnerability he had been trying to hide for so long. you could feel your own heart clench, torn between the storm of emotions swirling around you. you didn’t know what to say. the room felt suffocating.

sukuna, meanwhile, looked at the two of you, the tension still simmering but no longer as volatile. "i’ll leave you two to sort this shit out," he muttered, picking up his jacket.

“just go,” suguru growled, turning his back on sukuna as he finally slumped onto the couch, burying his head in his hands. "and stay the hell away from her."

sukuna paused, looking at you for a brief moment before heading toward the door. he didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes was enough to let you know that this was far from over. as the door clicked shut behind him, you were left standing there, torn between two men, two worlds you couldn’t quite reconcile.

and you weren’t sure how much longer this limbo could last.

the rest of the night was quiet, the heavy tension from earlier slowly dissolving as suguru collapsed onto the sofa, his frame shaking with silent sobs. you sat beside him, heart aching as he buried his face in your chest, the tears that followed soaking into your shirt.

it was jarring — seeing him like this, raw and vulnerable. suguru didn’t cry. he was always so composed, always the one who took care of things, who held it all together. but tonight, he let the walls fall, crumbling under the weight of his emotions.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled into your skin, voice cracked and broken. “i don’t… i don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“nothing’s wrong with you, sugu,” you whispered, your hand running gently through his messy hair. “you’re just… feeling too much right now.”

he let out a soft, bitter laugh. “feeling too much? yeah, that sounds about right. fuck, y/n… i love you, i really do, but i don’t know what to do anymore. it hurts so much.”

his words hung in the air, heavy and raw. you felt your throat tighten, your heart breaking for him as you held him closer, letting him cling to you like you were his anchor in the storm.

“i know,” you whispered softly, your fingers tracing circles on his back. “i know.”

he didn’t say anything after that. the room was filled only with the soft sound of his breath as he cried quietly into your chest, his grip on you tight but fragile, like he was afraid to let go.

you cradled him in your arms, rocking gently as you hummed a quiet tune — one he had once told you reminded him of home. slowly, the sobs died down, his breathing evening out as exhaustion finally claimed him.

he fell asleep like that, in your arms, the last of his tears drying on your skin as you held him through the night.

and for the first time in a long time, you weren’t thinking about what came next, about sukuna or about the fight. you were just here, with suguru, and that was enough for now.

suguru stirs awake slowly, his body relaxed as the weight of sleep clings to him. for a fleeting moment, everything feels normal — your arms are wrapped around him, your breaths steady and soft against his neck as you both lie together on the sofa. the warmth of your body and the familiar scent of your hair against his cheek brings a sense of comfort, and for just that moment, he lets himself sink into it.

but then, like a splash of ice-cold water, the events of last night flood back into his mind. the alcohol, the fight, his outburst — and suddenly, the reality of it hits him hard. panic claws at his chest as he scrambles upright, his heart racing.

“shit,” he mutters, his voice hoarse as he sways slightly from the lingering effects of the vodka. his head pounds, his stomach churns, and every step feels like his legs are made of lead. the hangover is brutal, making his movements clumsy as he tries to find his bearings.

you stir at the sudden movement, rubbing your eyes before sitting up, your voice soft with concern. “suguru, slow down. you’re going to make yourself worse.”

he’s too out of it to reply at first, groaning as he holds his head in his hands, trying to steady himself. but your words calm him just enough to stop his frantic movements, and he slumps back onto the couch, exhausted.

“fuck, i’m such an idiot,” he groans, his head falling back against the cushions.

you sit beside him, your hand reaching for his shoulder as you gently massage away some of the tension. “you’re not an idiot, sugu. you were just… upset.”

he doesn’t respond at first, his jaw clenched tight, his expression conflicted. after a beat, he finally speaks, his voice low and bitter. “i don’t even know why i did it, y/n. iI just… seeing him here, in your space. our space…” he trails off, rubbing his temple as if trying to erase the memory.

you sit quietly for a moment, your hand still resting on his shoulder. you knew this was coming — it had been building for a while now, the tension between him and sukuna. “it wasn’t his fault, sugu. he was just dropping off something from yuuji. it wasn’t like —”

“i don’t care!” his sudden outburst startles you, his voice raw with frustration. “i don’t care why he was here! it doesn’t matter to me, y/n. it’s him. it’s always him.”

you blink, stunned by the intensity of his words, your heart tightening as you watch him struggle with his emotions. “suguru…”

he takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but his words come out in a rush, like he’s been holding them back for too long. “i don’t care if we don’t make this official, y/n. i really don’t. but please — i beg you — anyone but sukuna. anyone else, and i’ll deal with it, but not him.”

the vulnerability in his voice catches you off guard, and your breath hitches as you look into his eyes. his usual calm and collected demeanor is gone, replaced by an unfiltered desperation that hits you like a punch to the gut.

“sugu…” you start, but he interrupts, his voice strained.

“because if you get with him… i’ll break. i can’t take it, y/n. i’m telling you right now, i won’t be able to handle it.”

your chest tightens at his words, the weight of them sinking deep into your heart. you reach out, taking his hand in yours, your thumb brushing over his knuckles as you try to offer some comfort. “suguru, i —”

“i’m serious,” he whispers, his voice trembling now, as though he’s on the verge of falling apart. “i’ll break.”

your breath catches as suguru leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes searching yours desperately. the warmth of his skin, the subtle rise and fall of his chest, the feel of his body so close to yours — it all pulls you in, making it harder to think, harder to breathe.

“that’s not fair of you to ask, sugu,” you whisper, your voice barely holding together, each word dripping with the weight of the moment. the proximity between you two is suffocating — his lips only inches from yours, your knees brushing against his as you both sit on the edge of the sofa. you can feel the tension in his body, in every shaky breath he takes.

“i know,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse as he tilts his head slightly, his lips hovering so close to yours it sends a shiver down your spine. “but i can’t help it.”

his hand, still entwined with yours, tightens its grip, his thumb grazing over your skin in a slow, deliberate motion, almost like he's trying to anchor himself to you, to the moment. his eyes flicker between your lips and your gaze, dark with emotion.

“suguru,” you breathe out, feeling a sharp pang in your chest as the tension swells, the air between you charged with unspoken words, heavy with the weight of everything you can’t say. i don’t know what to do, you want to tell him. i don’t know how to choose.

but before you can speak again, suguru’s other hand gently cups your cheek, his touch soft and tentative, as though he’s afraid you might pull away. his thumb brushes over your skin, leaving a trail of warmth as his face inches even closer to yours, his breath mingling with yours now, the heat between you palpable.

“i know it’s not fair, y/n,” he whispers, his voice rough, thick with emotion. “but you’re killing me.”

the raw vulnerability in his words hits you like a wave, and your heart clenches painfully in your chest. the way his gaze clings to yours, the way his fingers curl into your skin, desperate to hold onto you — it’s too much. too close, too intimate, and yet you can't pull away.

“sugu…” your voice wavers as you say his name, your throat tightening. your mind is a mess, torn between the familiarity of his touch, the depth of his feelings, and the suffocating pressure of the situation. he’s asking for something you can’t promise.

“just… tell me what you feel,” he pleads softly, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth, his voice strained as he forces himself to stay this close without crossing that final line. “tell me i’m not the only one who feels like this. like i’m losing my fucking mind whenever you’re near him.”

your breath hitches, his words crashing over you with a dizzying intensity. the truth is, you don’t know what to say. you don’t know how to explain the mess of emotions that swirl inside of you — the feelings you have for suguru, the connection you’ve built over the years, and then… sukuna.

you exhale shakily, your chest rising and falling against his, your heart pounding so hard it drowns out the sound of your own thoughts. “it’s not that simple, sugu,” you whisper, your voice trembling as your forehead presses against his.

“why not?” his voice cracks, and he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes burning with frustration, desperation, and something that makes your heart ache. “why can’t it be simple? why can’t it just be me and you?”

your throat tightens, and you feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “because it’s not fair, sugu… to you, to him… to any of us.” your voice is barely audible, the words breaking as they leave your lips.

he lets out a frustrated breath, his hand still cradling your cheek as he leans in closer again, his lips dangerously close to yours now. “i don’t care about him,” he murmurs, his tone laced with something darker, more possessive. “i care about you. i want you.”

his words send a jolt through you, your breath catching in your throat as his face hovers so close to yours, every inch of him radiating heat, desire, frustration. your lips part, but no sound comes out as you stare at him, completely caught in the intensity of the moment.

and just as you’re about to say something, just as you’re about to respond, his lips graze yours — barely, just a feather-light touch — and it’s enough to make your pulse race, your heart hammering in your chest.

the room feels impossibly small, the air thick with everything unsaid.

sukuna had a dream that night.

one that felt too vivid and real to be just a figment of his imagination.

you were in a white, flowy dress — one that looked a little too much like a wedding dress — as you ran ahead of him in a sprawling vineyard. the soft breeze played with your hair, and sunlight danced around you, illuminating your laughter that echoed like a melody in his ears.

“‘kuna, hurry up!” you called, glancing back at him with that playful smile that always made his heart race. the way you said his name felt natural, as if it belonged to the very air he breathed. he quickened his pace to catch up, following you toward a gathering that slowly came into view.

as he drew closer, the scene unfolded like a beautiful tableau: yuuji, uraume, choso, and you all sat together on a blanket, laughter spilling into the air like the finest wine. it was a snapshot of happiness, and for a moment, sukuna felt a warmth in his chest that he rarely allowed himself to feel.

but then, something shifted. his vision blurred, and before he could process what was happening, he found himself standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you gazed at the wall lined with his photographs. the affection felt so natural, so right, and yet a gnawing sense of disquiet crept in as you spoke, your voice muffled but undeniably familiar.

“it was some event — we were both caught off guard. i was trying to keep everything together, and he was… well, he was sukuna, just messing with me like always.” your words echoed in his mind, weaving through the threads of his memory like a haunting refrain.

and then, he heard it: uraume’s voice, distant yet clear, echoing through the dreamscape. “you know, a life like that is right within your reach. you don’t need to deny yourself.” the weight of those words pressed heavily on him, lingering like a ghost.

when sukuna looked up to meet the reflection in the photo frame, expecting to see himself staring back, his heart dropped.

it wasn’t his face he saw.

it was suguru.

the shock jolted him awake, his heart racing as he sat up in bed, gasping for breath. the darkness of his room was starkly contrasting the vibrant dream, and the warmth of your laughter faded into the cold silence around him.

“fucking hell,” he muttered to himself, a bitter edge to his voice as he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake off the lingering unease. he felt an unexpected heaviness in his chest, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. he blinked rapidly, cursing under his breath.

was he really so lost that he was dreaming of a life that felt so far away? a life where he could be happy, surrounded by people he cared about, where you would be by his side? the thought twisted in his gut, tightening like a vice as he struggled to grapple with the implications of his dream.

he stared at the ceiling, the darkness swallowing him whole, and for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to wonder what it would be like to actually reach for that life. to not deny the possibility of happiness. but the vision of suguru’s face haunted him, reminding him of everything that felt out of his grasp.

sukuna ran a hand over his face, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. he was tired of running, tired of pretending he didn’t want what was right in front of him. and yet, a familiar voice echoed in his mind, the weight of expectation heavy against his shoulders.

he lay back down, staring at the ceiling, the shadows cloaking him like a shroud, and he knew he couldn’t avoid it any longer. he had to confront his feelings — before it was too late.

sukuna stared at his phone screen, thumb hovering over the last message. it had been impulsive, the words spilling out before he could stop himself, and now he felt like an idiot.

you [8:35 am]: how’s your boyfriend

y/n l/n [8:37 am]: read

he exhaled sharply, cursing under his breath as he rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the weight of the question settle in his chest. the message was still marked as "read," and the silence that followed made him feel even worse.

why had he even sent it? why did it even matter to him? it’s not your business, sukuna. he leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen, waiting for any sort of response. but none came.

"fuck," he muttered, tossing his phone onto the table, the clattering sound echoing in the quiet room. he felt like an ass — because in a way, it was his fault. the night before, showing up at your apartment with yuuji’s gift, seeing suguru there, drunk and seething. the tension that boiled between the two of them.

and then you — stuck between them both.

his chest tightened, and a scowl twisted on his face as he thought back to the way suguru had glared at him, the venom in his words when he barely let him speak. he hadn't even wanted to be part of that mess, but somehow, he was.

"damn it," he growled, grabbing his phone again, his finger hesitating over the screen. part of him wanted to apologize, to take back the stupid question. but another part of him — the part that kept nagging at him — wanted to know.

were you two really together?

he shook his head, annoyed at himself. it wasn’t like him to care about things like this, especially not about suguru geto, of all people. but seeing you in that situation, seeing the way suguru was so wrapped up in you — it made something gnaw at his insides. something uncomfortable, something he didn’t want to admit.

the silence stretched on, and with every passing second, sukuna felt more and more like he had overstepped a line he didn’t even know he was crossing.

you still hadn’t replied, and that alone made him feel even more responsible for the mess he’d walked into the night before.

the airport buzzed with the usual chaos of people coming and going, a background hum to the heavy conversation you were having with suguru. his trolley rolled smoothly over the tiles as the two of you walked in tandem toward the gate. you couldn’t help but be reminded of the last time you dropped him off at the airport, but this time, something felt different. heavier.

suguru wore a mask, his hair tied back in a messy ponytail, the tiredness in his eyes barely concealed by the casual exterior he was trying to maintain. there was an underlying tension, the kind that lingered after the night you two had just shared.

"don’t forget to think about my offer," he teased lightly, though the smirk didn’t reach his eyes. "even getting with gojo is fine. hell, i’ll arrange it myself."

you gave him a firm look, shaking your head. "sugu, no."

he laughed, that signature grin breaking through, but the seriousness returned quickly as his expression shifted. his tone turned more somber, his eyes hardening slightly as he sighed.

"look, y/n," he began, his voice dropping lower as the gate loomed closer. "just… be careful with sukuna. i know what you felt before. i know it’s not my place to say this, but he’s dangerous for you."

you frowned, your arms crossing defensively. "sugu, we’ve talked about this. i’ve been through it, i’m past it."

he stopped walking, his hands gripping the trolley as he turned to face you fully. his eyes were hard now, frustration bubbling to the surface. "are you really past it? have you really thought about what happened? he fucked you over, y/n. you lost everything because of him. your name, your career, everything. and you spiraled. i found you drinking yourself into oblivion, and for what? some... some asshole who couldn’t even see your worth?"

you flinched, the weight of his words cutting deep. it wasn’t the first time he had brought this up, but it hurt just the same. you opened your mouth to argue, but he raised a hand, cutting you off.

"i don’t want to talk about him anymore." suguru shook his head, a pained expression crossing his features. "i just… i can’t leave with sukuna being the last thing we talk about."

his eyes softened as he said that, the frustration giving way to something more vulnerable. there was a brief pause, an unspoken tension between you as his gaze lingered on yours.

then, without warning, he pulled down his mask, leaning in to press his lips softly against yours. the kiss wasn’t rushed or demanding; it was gentle, as if he were trying to convey something he couldn’t quite put into words. it caught you completely off guard, and your breath hitched in your throat.

when he pulled away, he offered you a half-smile, his eyes locking with yours. "i didn’t do it right last time," he muttered, his voice lower now, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you both.

your face flushed, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to compose yourself, but the intensity of the moment had you reeling. "sugu…"

he put his mask back on, adjusting the straps before taking a step back. "think about what i said," he said softly, eyes lingering on you one last time before he turned to walk toward the gate.

you stood there for a moment, still processing what had just happened, the taste of his kiss lingering on your lips, his words echoing in your mind.

the blurry photo of suguru kissing you at the airport, while meant to be a quiet, private moment, was anything but. the tabloids wasted no time turning the intimate scene into fuel for the media frenzy. within hours, the headlines exploded across every news outlet and social media feed:

"billionaire geto suguru caught in secret smooch with wine mogul y/n l/n!"

"is persephone’s leading lady moving on? airport kiss sparks rumors"

"business partners or more? geto suguru and y/n l/n's airport goodbye turns steamy"

"wine industry royalty y/n l/n and geto suguru: romance on the runway?"

"caught on camera! geto suguru and y/n l/n’s 'private' goodbye sparks dating rumors"

"who is persephone’s queen kissing? blurry airport photo sends fans spiraling"

uraume, who typically handled sukuna's media exposure and damage control, stumbled across the growing frenzy as they scrolled through social media. their eyes widened as the image loaded — your face turned up to meet suguru's in the kiss. for a moment, uraume debated whether or not to bring it up to sukuna. this was messy, potentially catastrophic. sukuna had a temper, and seeing this? they weren’t sure how he’d take it.

but, as uraume was deep in thought, a notification pinged on their phone.

ryomen [9:48 am]: don’t bother. i already saw it.

uraume froze. so he knew.

sukuna stared at the screen in front of him, the blurry image of you and suguru kissing at the airport seared into his mind like a brand. his jaw clenched so tight it hurt, a sharp pain shooting up his temples. the sound of his phone dropping onto his desk barely registered. all he could see was you — your face turned up toward suguru, your lips meeting his.

without thinking, his fist slammed down on the glass coffee table next to him, shattering it in an instant. shards flew everywhere, scattering across the office floor, but sukuna didn't care. he didn't even feel the sting of the cut that split across his knuckles. all he could feel was rage — hot, boiling, suffocating.

"fucking... fuck!" he cursed, kicking the remnants of the table away, his chest heaving with every breath. his office door swung open, but he didn’t even bother looking up. uraume stood silently at the doorway, watching with an unreadable expression.

“leave,” sukuna growled lowly, his voice a warning. uraume hesitated, but seeing the raw fury in his eyes, they bowed and quietly backed out of the room.

sukuna slumped against his desk, his hands braced on the edge as he closed his eyes. but instead of calming him, the darkness behind his lids only brought back that dream — that fucking dream. your voice echoing in his head, calling him ‘kuna like it was the most natural thing in the world. you laughing in that flowy white dress as you ran ahead of him through the vineyard. you, wrapped in his arms, looking at the photos on his wall.

and when he looked in the reflection of the picture frame, it wasn’t his face he saw — it was suguru’s.

the memory of the dream made his stomach churn violently. his heart, though? that was another matter. there was an ache lodged deep in his chest that he couldn’t explain — an unfamiliar pain he hated. it wasn’t the kind of pain he was used to, the one that came with broken bones or the sting of a fresh cut. no, this was different. this was worse.

what the hell was wrong with him?

sukuna gripped the edge of his desk harder, as if the force alone could keep everything from shattering inside him. that kiss — it was a fucking kiss. you were free to do what you wanted. he wasn't a fool to think otherwise, but... that didn’t stop the fury, the sense of betrayal that twisted inside him like a knife. and the dream... fuck that dream. what did it even mean? he hated dreams, hated how they fucked with his mind, making him feel things he didn’t want to.

but the truth was undeniable. no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, no matter how many times he told himself it didn’t matter, the reality of it all hit him like a freight train:

you weren’t his. not anymore. you were slipping away, just like in that fucking dream. and if you went to suguru, if you chose him...

sukuna let out a low, bitter laugh, staring down at his bloodied hand. “i’ll fucking break.”

sukuna sat in his office, staring blankly at the broken pieces of glass on the floor, the shards reflecting the harsh overhead lights. his hand was still clenched from the force he used to smash it, knuckles white and trembling. that damned photo of suguru kissing you was etched into his mind, playing on a loop. he tried to drown it out, telling himself it didn’t matter, but it gnawed at him, worse than any enemy he'd ever faced.

in a moment of frustration, his hand moved to his phone. before he could think twice, he called choso. sukuna swallowed, but the lump in his throat wouldn’t go away. he hadn’t even thought about what he’d say when choso picked up.

“you okay?” choso’s concern was immediate, and it made something inside sukuna crack. his breath hitched, and suddenly, he wasn’t sure if he could hold it together anymore.

“i’m fine.” sukuna’s voice wavered, barely above a whisper. he didn’t sound like himself at all, and choso could tell.

“liar.” choso’s voice softened. “what’s going on?”

sukuna wanted to hang up, but his hand wouldn’t move. he just sat there, staring at the shards of the vase, feeling that familiar burn behind his eyes. this wasn’t him — he didn’t break down, didn’t lose control like this. not in front of anyone.

“it’s —” he clenched his jaw, trying to force the words out. “it’s nothing.”

but choso waited, giving sukuna that silent space to fill. and slowly, sukuna’s chest tightened, the weight he’d been shoving down for months finally boiling over.

“i saw that fucking photo.” his voice cracked, and he cursed under his breath. “that photo of her and suguru. and i just —”

he clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palm. he wanted to stop talking, but the words kept coming, tumbling out of him like an avalanche he couldn’t control.

“i don’t know why it’s hitting me this hard, cho,” sukuna admitted, his voice raw. “i shouldn’t fucking care, but i can’t — i can’t stop thinking about her.”

choso stayed quiet, letting sukuna continue, and that silence made it easier to keep going.

“every time i see them together, it feels like...like i’m losing something i didn’t even realize i wanted.” his voice was barely audible now, the vulnerability in his tone foreign to him.

he paused, his chest tightening as he remembered the dream — the wedding dress, the vineyard, that soft laugh you gave him. how perfect it felt in that fleeting moment, only for it to be ripped away. he saw megumi in the reflection instead of himself.

“i can’t fucking stand it, cho,” sukuna’s voice cracked again, this time louder, angrier, as if admitting it out loud hurt more than anything else. “i thought i could just... i thought she didn’t mean that much to me. but seeing that shit, dreaming that shit, i —”

his words broke off as he slammed his fist into the desk, the sharp pain grounding him for a moment.

choso finally spoke, voice low and careful, “you love her, don’t you?”

sukuna froze, the weight of those words hitting him harder than he thought possible. he didn’t answer right away, but choso didn’t push. sukuna’s breath was shaky, his heart pounding in his chest.

love? did he love you?

he’d never thought about it like that. never allowed himself to think that far, but the truth was staring him in the face, clearer than anything. he hated suguru, hated seeing him touch you, hated the idea of losing you.

“yeah,” sukuna muttered finally, his voice broken, admitting it not just to choso, but to himself. “i fuckin’ love her.”

and for the first time in his life, sukuna felt completely and utterly defeated.

when you stumbled upon the tabloids, it felt like a punch to the gut. headlines blared at you from every direction, each one a sharp reminder of the mess that had unfolded.

“suguru’s secret romance: a kiss to remember!”“is the ‘wine daddy’ losing his girl to the competition?”“drama unfolds as y/n l/n is caught between two lovers!”

your heart raced as you read the articles, each word twisting the knife deeper. the implications, the way they spun the story — it made you feel exposed, vulnerable. a mix of anger and betrayal bubbled inside you, but most of all, there was a crushing sadness.

feelings for suguru and sukuna. they made it sound like a game, like you were some prize to be fought over. your mind raced back to the sweet moments shared with suguru, his innocent kiss juxtaposed with the chaos around it.

it hurt to think about how everything was being sensationalized, how the complexities of your relationships were being boiled down to cheap headlines. you leaned against the wall, feeling the weight of it all crashing down on you.

“this isn’t fair,” you muttered to yourself, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. you wanted to scream, to tell the world that there was more to the story than what they were seeing.

the thought of suguru, his vulnerable side revealed in that kiss, and how he might be handling all this made your heart ache even more. you knew he was probably hurting, just like you were. and sukuna — what about him? would he see the articles and spiral again?

with trembling hands, you put your phone down, trying to gather your thoughts. “i have to talk to them,” you whispered, a resolve forming in your heart. this couldn’t be the end of your story — not like this. you needed to clear the air, to confront the emotions swirling around, no matter how painful it might be.

“uraume?” you called out late at night, your voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion.

“miss l/n? is everything okay —” they began, concern creeping into their tone.

“help me.” your voice cracked, and the sobs broke free, overwhelming you with their weight.

“what’s happening? talk to me,” they urged gently, their voice steady and calm, a lifeline amidst the storm of your emotions.

you took a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts through the tears. “i don’t know what to do. everything’s a mess. i don’t know what i want, and it’s tearing me apart.”

uraume paused for a moment, letting you collect yourself. “it’s okay to feel that way, y/n. it’s a lot to unpack. what’s got you feeling so lost?”

“sukuna and suguru… they both care about me, but it feels like this impossible choice,” you confessed, frustration creeping into your voice. “and then there are the tabloids. it’s like everyone has a say in my life except me.”

“the tabloids can be cruel,” uraume sighed. “they don’t know the whole story. they see a snapshot and make judgments. but you’re the one living your life. it’s your decision.”

“but what if i make the wrong choice?” you whispered, tears slipping down your cheeks. “what if i end up hurting someone? both of them have been through so much, and here i am… it feels selfish.”

“wanting to be happy isn’t selfish, y/n,” uraume said, their voice firm yet comforting. “you’ve been through a lot yourself. you deserve to figure this out without feeling guilty.”

“i just don’t understand why i’m feeling this way,” you admitted, your voice small. “sukuna, the one who… ruined my life, is now the one who makes my heart race. does that make me weak? and then there’s suguru, who’s always been there for me. it feels so… complicated.”

“complicated is a part of life,” uraume assured you. “sometimes the heart doesn’t follow the rules. it’s okay to have feelings for both of them. it doesn’t diminish your strength; it’s part of being human.”

“what if i choose wrong?” you pressed, fear gripping you. “what if i hurt someone irreparably? i can’t bear that.”

“you have two men who… love you. very much,” they said softly, as if letting those words sink in would change everything. “whatever decision you make, y/n, know that you are strong enough to handle the consequences. you’re not alone in this.”

their words wrapped around you, grounding you amidst the turmoil. “thank you, uraume. i just needed to hear that. it’s so easy to feel trapped in my head.”

“anytime, y/n. remember, you’re stronger than you think. take your time to figure this out. you don’t have to rush your feelings,” they encouraged. “trust yourself to make the right choice for you.”

“i’ll try,” you replied, a bit of warmth creeping back into your chest. “i just want to find some clarity. it’s exhausting.”

“and that’s perfectly fine,” uraume said. “just know that you’re allowed to take your time and feel everything. don’t be afraid of what comes next.”

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writingstoraes · 2 years ago

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paddock greetings 💌

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine/social media au

notes: not proofread and not revised so please expect errors hehehe please lmk what u think by replying or messaging and if u wanna be part of my taglist! <3 this is a bit long! hehe

about: for your 5th anniversary and engagement, the drivers send their greetings with a bit of banter in the comments as always.

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton Greeting this two a happy 5-year anniversary and wishing them the best as they take another massive and wonderful step in their life! Best wishes to the best couple I know ❤️

charles_leclerc Thank you, mate! Also huge thanks for setting me up with her, wouldn't be here without you 😅

lewishamilton Well you wouldn't stop asking about her so I gave in 🤷‍♂️

charlesrari LMAOOO SIR LEWIS AIRING OUT CHARLES' BUSINESS LIKE THAT

yourusername thank you, lew! wow imagine if i never went on that blind date...

pierregasly I think you would have found someone better

charles_leclerc You have one minute before I pay a visit to your room.

pierregasly

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pierregasly Congratulations on the engagement of the two craziest people I know 🥂 Pls stop asking me to take cheesy pictures of you guys sometimes what you do in front of me is unacceptable. I still remember being behind the camera when I took you guys' infamous yacht shots 😮‍💨

yourusername not you saying we're improper im literally the third wheel when you and charles are together???

pierregasly Y/N you took Charles away from me can you blame me

charles_leclerc Pierre what

pierregasly Are you choosing your wife over me? Wow okay that hurts mate

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo Some outtakes from my camera of Y/N and Charles. This was the first time Charles took Y/N on a trip with us and they honestly just bring out the best in each other. No better day to post this than now. Congratulations on the engagement, you two! 🎉 Wishing you live a life filled with love and happiness.

yourusername DANIEL WTH this is so pretty :(( these pictures are a blessing, thank you danny 🤍

charles_leclerc Thank you, Daniel! And thank you for my new wallpaper hahaha

carlossainz55 You're replacing me already?

charles_leclerc Mate you were never my wallpaper

pierregasly Don't even bother Carlos he's a married man now

yourusername what i have to deal with every day...

landonorris

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landonorris Congratulations on the engagement Y/N and Charles! I want to let you know that I am utterly disgusted by the two of you please stop flirting in front of me ❤️

yourusername you greeted us but at what cost

charles_leclerc ... Thanks???

ferrarifan3 Lando greeting like a true friend we love to see it

charloslove LMAO I KNEW LANDO WOULD HAVE THE FUNNIEST GREETING

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 Love you both to bits but honestly third-wheeling with you guys has got to be one of the worst experiences ever. "It'll be fun, Carlos," but then they'd leave me in the middle of the road - this happened in Madrid by the way and I will never live it down. Happy engagement, Charles and Y/N 😁

charles_leclerc Carlos we did not leave you we just bought food

carlossainz55 You were gone for 30 minutes?

charles_leclerc The taco line was long you said you wanted tacos!

myferrarimen this banter is what i live for honestly

yourusername why were u in the middle of the road anyway

carlossainz55 I dont remember 🤷‍♂️

charles16 how carlos doesnt get lost on a daily basis is a mystery to me

pierregasly Lmaooo they left you

yukibabie "I will never live it down" king of grudges

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notes: thought this was a rlly cute idea and my classes start on monday so its a bummer :// my masterlist is up and running so u can navigate thru my works on my pinned post! lmk what u guys think <33

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beom-pyu · 1 year ago

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nights ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ huening kai

huening kai x fem!reader , tags; established relationship , tiniest bit of angst , nsfw , emotional hurt/comfort , cute bf!kai , misunderstandings , he's had a long day, okay?!?! , u make it up to him tho!!! , kai luvs u , fluff , this is so soft i can only write soft stuff HELP , kai almost cries :(( , you call kai "angel"

warnings: smut (minors dni!!) , insecure kai , riding , unprotected sex , cumming inside , slight dom reader? u take the lead , marking (hickies) , praise praise praise , tit sucking , cockwarming

a/n: hiiii!! its been so long since i've posted a fic! currently wrapping up this semester :3 but thank you all for 350+ followers!!! i know it may seem small but all of your support really makes me so sososos happy and im so thankful for u all! now here's some cute bf kai for ur enjoyment hehe

wc: 3.2k+

“i am literally on the verge of quitting this damn job,” you groan with your phone pressed against your ear, lying horizontally on the couch in one of kai’s shirts and panties as some random drama plays on the t.v. in the background.

this has been going on for weeks—your lazy boss has been assigning you and your coworkers extra reports so he can go on vacation, leaving your entire division working overtime almost every night. you are both stressed and drained, fed up with your higher-up’s mistreatment.

“i hear you. how did we end up with the worst boss to grace this earth?” your coworker, sakura, whines into the mic in agreement.

the sound of keys at the door seizes your attention, pulling your phone away from your ear for a second to check the time. 9:15 p.m. kai’s schedule must’ve ended earlier today.

“hey, sakura, my boyfriend just got home so i’ll text you.” you give kai a small smile and wave as he enters your apartment, his exhausted eyes brightening at the sight of you. he slips his shoes and jacket off quietly as to not disturb your call while you and your coworkers say your goodbyes.

once you’ve hung up, you motion kai over to your spot on the couch as you try to sit up, giggling once his entire body flops directly on top of you. he buries his head into your clothed stomach, mumbling out a discernable sentence into your belly as his arms come to wrap around you.

“what was that, angel?” you laugh out as he mumbles something again before his head turns to the side, his eyes closing as your fingers tangle into his hair.

“said i missed you. and you smell nice,” he speaks sleepily, nuzzling his cheek against your shirt. you let out a chuckle, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“i missed you too, angel. how was your day?”

kai simply whines in response to your question and you take that as a good enough answer—you understand right away, tapping his cheek so that he can raise his head. he looks up at you, his fluffy hair bouncing a bit, falling into his eyes. your heart flips at the adorable sight.

“rough day, hm?” you ask as you push his hair back and he nods with a little pout, his head flopping back down.

“so busy,” is all he replies with and you automatically understand, your fingers massaging his scalp. “just gonna rest my eyes…”

and you’re sure he’s already falling asleep as he goes dead silent in your hold. you chuckle at your teddy bear of a boyfriend before your phone dings with a notification. you grab the device and you immediately have to suppress an annoyed groan at the email from your boss. you’ve already clocked out and he’s still assigning you more work.

you open your messages to text sakura.

you: he just emailed me another report to finish this week

you: like, can’t he do it himself???

you feel kai nuzzle himself further into you, shuffling around a bit before going still again. your hand is still mindlessly playing with hair before you get another notification.

sakura: and guess who just called me back in.

you: no way. is he being serious rn?

sakura: yup. completely.

sakura: he must’ve lost his mind

sakura: if he even had one to begin with

you: he’s literally so annoying wtf

you: i can’t stand him

you: idk how much longer i can put up with him tbh

“can we watch a movie?” kai suddenly mumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. you smile at his sleepy tone, your fingers stilling in his hair.

“i thought you were tired?” you inquire playfully.

“wanna spend more time with you,” kai speaks nonchalantly—but you’re sure your heart explodes in your chest at the simple words. you love him so much.

“let me go get some snacks and you pick the movie.”

it takes a good 2 minutes to finally get kai to move off of your body—complete with a few whines and grabby hands—but the mission is successful nonetheless. you toss your phone onto the couch before heading into the kitchen, rummaging around in the cabinets for popcorn.

it takes much longer than you intended, already hearing a movie begin to play on the screen as you pour the freshly popped food into a big bowl, grabbing some drinks out of the fridge as well.

kai gives you a stiff smile as you walk back into the room, arms full of snacks. you shoot him a questioning look, but his eyes are already glued back onto the t.v. screen. it is pretty dark, so maybe you didn’t see correctly—but you are sure you saw tears in his eyes too.

“you okay, angel?” you ask as you set the popcorn and drinks out on the coffee table, your eyes flickering over to him in between every movement. he looks over at you quickly before nodding slightly.

“mhm. just sleepy.” he offers you a faint smile before turning back to the movie. you feel a little uneasy at the response, but he did say he had a hard day and you don’t want to push him any further. you take a seat next to him, pulling your legs up to your chest before grabbing your phone to see if sakura has texted you back.

“babe…?” kai starts, slow and unsure. you lift your head from your phone to give him your attention, taking note of the way his hands wring in his lap, his leg bouncing anxiously.

“yea?” you ask, tossing your phone to the side to turn your body toward him. his eyes flicker up to yours nervously before darting away.

“i—nothing. nevermind,” he awkwardly laughs, shaking his head slightly as he tries to focus back on the t.v.

worry fills your body at his actions—if there’s one thing you knew about kai, it would be when he has something on his mind. and you can tell there’s something on the tip of his tongue by the way his leg continues to bounce, his mind clearly off somewhere far away.

you pout a bit, moving to straddle his lap, successfully gaining his attention. his eyes shoot up to yours and it’s only now that you can clearly see the slight glossiness of his orbs, tears pooling in his waterline.

“angel, what’s wrong?” you ask, your hands immediately coming up to hold his face. kai rarely ever cries, especially around you, so your gut churns with concern as he bites his lip and looks away from you, hands clenched at his sides.

“i’m sorry,” kai mumbles out, looking down at his lap. you let out a tiny noise of disagreement, your thumbs grazing his cheeks in an attempt to comfort him—yet he still continues to avoid your eyes.

“why are you apologizing?” you raise a hand to brush some of his dark hair out of his face. kai shakes his head again, his locks falling right back into his eyes.

“i’m sorry for being annoying—i just had a rough day and… i didn’t mean to be clingy and make you uncomfortable. i’m sorry, i won’t do it again. just—just don’t leave me, please.”

all of kai’s words rush out in a single breath, his voice slightly cracking at that last sentence, his body trembling slightly. you struggle to keep up, your brows furrowed in confusion.

“kai, angel, look at me,” you speak and despite his initial apprehension, his head lifts at your words. his eyes are shiny with tears as you cradle his face. “what are you talking about, my love? where is all of this coming from?”

“you… you left your phone unlocked when you got up—i didn’t mean to snoop but i saw your texts…” his voice is quiet and filled with sadness as he explains. your eyes widen as realization dawns on you, letting out a sigh of relief. this time kai’s head tilts in confusion, a pout settled on his lips.

“kai, i was ranting about my boss. you know—how he’s been making me work overtime lately?”

you watch with fondness as his cheeks redden, lips pursed shut. you can’t help but giggle as his hands shoot up to cover his face, covering your hands with his own.

“i’m so stupid,” his muffled voice sounds from behind his large hands. you laugh a bit—just because he’s so cute—moving your hands to pry his own from his face. an embarrassed smile rests on his lips and you are quick to peck them, once, twice, before leaning back.

“you’re not stupid, angel. it was just a little misunderstanding,” you giggle and he whines, his hands covering his face again. “come here, cutie.”

his harmonic laugh fills your ears as you lean in close to gently move his hands out of the way, kissing him again. you feel his body slowly unwind as your lips move against his, your hands replacing his own as you cup his cheek, pressing your body close to him.

when you separate, he’s out of breath, his hands hovering at your sides as you gaze down at him lovingly. you notice how perfectly placed you are in his lap, slightly rolling your hips down onto him—his lips part at the action, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“just relax, angel. let me do the work, okay?”

your hands are still on his cheeks as his eyes glimmer up at you, still wet and glistening. he nods in response, his mouth hanging open slightly as he stares at you in awe. so cute. you smile down at him before pressing your lips against his, your hands sliding into his hair.

kai softens into your touch, his hovering hands finally resting on your hips, holding you steady in his lap. you moan a bit as his teeth eagerly nip at your bottom lip, tongue swiping across shortly after to ease the sting. his hips move up against yours, trying to create any friction possible. he’s already hard, you notice, feeling his thick erection pressing against your core.

you pull away from the kiss to take a good look at his pretty face, his lips slick with your spit, a slight pink resting on his cheekbones. you can’t resist the urge to lean down to kiss up his jaw, pecking that spot under his ear that makes his body rack with shivers. he whines quietly as you suck marks onto his skin, still slightly sticky with sweat from his long day.

“do you wanna fuck me, angel?” you whisper low in his ear—and he quite literally moans at your words, nodding quickly as his hands grip your hips tighter, his hips bucking up into your clothed core.

“yes, yes, please,” he pants, already tugging at your clothes to get them off of your body. you giggle at his enthusiasm, letting him pull your shirt over your head. the movie running in the background does little to nothing to cancel out the heavy breathing as you wrap your arms around kai’s neck, arching your back a bit as he takes one of your sensitive buds into his mouth.

his tongue swirls around your nipple, his hands coming up to grope your boobs, loving how soft and bouncy there are. his hips move against you impatiently, but you know he won’t do anything without your word.

“my good boy,” you sigh out, the flashing lights from the t.v casting a sparkly reflection in his dark eyes. you smile dreamily at him, cupping the side of his face in your hand before you lean down to kiss him again.

his hands roam your body with such determination and your mind grows muddled with every kiss to your chest and brush of his fingertips against your heated skin. you can feel yourself leaking through your panties as you grind against him. you sit back a bit to grab the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up.

“i wanna see you too,” you speak as you help him take it off. you’ll never get used to how gorgeous he is—you know he’s been working out even more recently, and the fruits of his labor are definitely starting to show. his pecs are prominent as you lightly drag your nails over his feverish skin, hearing the strained moan he lets out at the touch. always so sensitive.

you trail your fingers down to his stomach and he lets his head fall back with a sigh. you lean in to press fluttery kisses to his bared neck and a low moan leaves his lips as you bite onto his skin. he smells like the cologne that you had gifted him for his birthday and the scent makes your stomach flip with anticipation.

“all mine,” you mumble and his hips buck up again, his head lulling to the side to give you more access to his neck.

“all yours, all yours,” he echoes out, his hands running up and down the sides of your body. you feel your core pulse when he brings a hand down to rub your clit through your panties, rolling your hips against his fingers.

your actions are feverish as your fingers trail lower to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling his pants and underwear back in one swift motion. his crying dick slaps against his stomach at the action, already leaking glistening precum that leaves a trail across his lower stomach. his tip is an angry red and you have to resist the urge to get down on your knees and have a taste for yourself.

kai’s hands are obediently still on your hips as he waits for your next move, eyes flickering across your face. you give him a small smile before placing your cupped hand right below his mouth, cocking your head to the side.

“spit.”

and he does—a string of saliva leaving his mouth, dropping into the palm of your hand, dripping off of his lips. the broken moan that leaves his lips is music to your ears as you grab onto his erection with your slicked-up hand, spreading his own spit over the length.

“you listen so well, angel,” you breathe out, watching as he preens at your praise, a tiny smile finding its way onto his face. he looks so gorgeous—with his dark hair roused and in his eyes, cheeks flushed, his beauty marks sitting on his skin like stars in the sky.

you lean in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his lips, his tongue immediately swiping over your bottom lip. he pants into your mouth, whining softly when you squeeze his dick a little too hard, his hips shaking as he tries not to thrust up into your hand.

you have mercy on him though—already feeling yourself leaking onto his pants. you pull your panties to the side, lining yourself up with his dick. his eyes never leave yours, staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes as you rub his tip in between your folds; a whimper leaves his lips as you slowly sink down on him, your eyes fluttering at how full you already feel.

his dick is thick and long, filling you up perfectly—as if your cunt was made for him. your legs slightly shake at the feeling, your free hand resting on his shoulder to hold yourself steady as you begin to bounce on his cock, soft moans leaving your lips as his tip hits your cervix every time.

“so good, angel. so big, fuck,” you whine and kai’s fingers tighten on your waist, subtly helping you move up and down on him. your moans mix together beautifully, loving the way he whimpers when your walls clench around him, his hands running up your back and down your thighs, touching every part of you in his reach.

you can’t even chastise him when he begins thrusting up into you, his head thrown back against the couch as he watches you through hooded eyes. your bouncing tits put him in a trance, his hand coming up to brush over your hard nipples. your pussy gushes and soaks his lap, eyes screwed shut from how addicting his cock is, twitching inside of your cunt.

every thrust into your heat makes your stomach flip with pleasure, getting lost in the way his hips snap against yours perfectly. you can tell he’s getting close too by the way his rhythm falters—his moans are high and breathy, his body shaking slightly as you rock your hips back and forth.

“can i—fuck, can i cum, please?” kai stutters out as he lifts his head to rest his forehead against yours.

“fill me up, angel. i’m all yours.”

his heavy pants fan your lips and you capture his again, moaning at the way he hastily licks into your mouth. you can already feel your high crashing upon you with one last stroke, your own whimpers falling deaf to your ears as his moans tip you over the edge. your body buzzes with electricity as your pussy pulsates around him, feeling him pump his thick ropes of cum into you at the action.

you swallow his moans as his hips thrust up into you a few more times before slowing to a stop, his tongue swirling with yours, swiping over your teeth, pulling away to kiss down your neck—as if he can’t get enough of you. you let your body fall forward onto his chest, your breath fanning against his neck.

you’re both quiet as you come down from your highs, the movie on the screen long forgotten. once your arms stop feeling like jelly, you sit up, finding kai’s eyes easily in the darkness of the living room.

he’s completely ruined—lips shiny and red, his neck and ears the same color. soft marks are already blooming on his skin from your ministrations and you find yourself lightly brushing over them, pressing into the bruises with the pads of your fingers. kai’s eyes don’t break away from your gaze as he bites his lip at the slight pain, his dick twitching inside of you. good to know.

“i love you, angel. you did so well,” you smile down at him and you swear his ears go even redder as your fingers stroke his hair. “please don’t ever think for a second that i would leave you, okay?”

kai nods quickly, leaning into your touch like a puppy.

“i love you,” he responds, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest. you let out a small noise of surprise at the quick movement, but melt into his embrace even quicker. his hold on you is strong as you rest your head against his shoulder.

“can we just stay like this for a bit?” kai mumbles, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. you giggle a bit, nodding in response. his dick is warm and snug inside of you, trapping his cum inside of you. his body feels like home against yours as he pecks your skin, and you let your eyes flutter shut in the arms of the one you love most.

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blueysobssesions · 4 months ago

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Can I request hsr men found out that female reader is secretly working at a maid cafe?

Hehe, My First Hsr Request! Gotchu anon!!

I was supposed to be posting this yesterday sorri

Note: Characters : (Sampo Koski and Dan Heng) There will be a part 2 soon...

Reader fidgeted with their apron as they served another customer at the maid cafe. They had been working here secretly for weeks now, and while they didn't particularly enjoy wearing the maid uniform, it was a necessary sacrifice to make ends meet.

The bills were piling up, and their regular job wasn't enough to cover them all. Working at the maid cafe added some much-needed extra money, even if it meant sacrificing some pride and dignity. Dan heng and the others didn't know you were secretly taking this job... It's best to keep it a secret because it might affect how they see you.

Dan Heng

It's not something I think Dan Heng would be happy about tbh. He's possessive and probably wouldn't want you to be working in a place like that. He might feel uncomfortable with the idea of others looking at or making comments about you, especially in such a revealing outfit.

Dan Heng crossed his arms, his frown deepening as he looked at you. "March and Stelle said they'll be here and you didn't answer my question."

"It's not important how I found out." he replied evenly, still holding onto his serious demeanor. "I'm more concerned about the fact that you're working here without telling me."

You sighed softly, bowing your head down, feeling a bit guilty for not being upfront with him. "I just..." you trailed off, trying to find the right words. "I just needed the extra money, and this job pays well. I didn't want to burden you with my financial troubles." you said, fidgeting with the apron.

Dan Heng's expression softened slightly, understanding your intentions but still not fully agreeing. "You shouldn't have to go to such lengths for extra money." he stated, his voice gentle but concerned. "I would have helped you out if you had just asked," he added, you lifted your face up, looking at him "but-" you hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I don't want to be a burden, Dan Heng," you replied. "I wanted to handle my own problems and not rely on you for everything. You already gone above and beyond for me and the others…"

Dan heng sighed, "Just… Please tell next time when you're facing difficult situations like this." He crossed his arms, his eyes meeting yours with a gentle expression. "When is your shift over?" He asked, you blinked at his question, a bit caught off guard. "It’s… um, another hour," you replied, glancing at the clock nearby.

Dan Heng only smiled at you, before placing a peck on your lips "Be back home safe" he said, before leavin the cafe to search March and Stelle.

Sampo Koski

When he found that you were in a maid cafe, he would just laugh, when you weren't paying attention to anyone who entered the cafe, he would literally just come in and sit, watching you dressed up in a maid outfit and serving the customers. Seeing you in your work uniform was amusing to say the least. He was definitely going to make a comment about it when you had a free moment. He would find a free table furthest away from the other customers before taking a seat a hand resting against his chin, a confident smirk on his face.

"Goodafternoon, what's your- SAMPO?"

Sampo couldn't help but laugh at your reaction to seeing him there. "What? Can't a man enjoy a nice cafe and their fine staff?" He says with a smug smile, leaning back in his seat. You were embarrassed, why was he here? You only looked at him with a blush on your face,

"What are you doing here?" you whispered, Sampo's smile widened at your question, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I have my ways." He replied cryptically, tapping a finger against his chin as if he held some secret knowledge. His face then turned into a frown, "Although, I'm also hurt that you didn't tell me that your working here..." he whined, you looked away, unsure of how to answer the question, "I..uhm..I didn’t think it was important." You mumbled, not wanting to look him in the eye.

You were still embarrassed that he had found you working here, out of all places. “And don’t make a scene. I’m on the clock.” you say with a small frown, crossing your arms. Sampo puts his hands up in defence, his smile never leaving his face. "Oh I won't, don't worry about me." He replies with a chuckle. “I’m a well-behaved customer, I promise.” He smirks, clearly amused by your flustered state.

You cough, and blankly looked at Sampo, "Let's talk when I'm done with my shift" Sampo playfully whined, "aww, don't trust me to behave?" he jokingly questioned, "But sure sweetie, I'll wait for you… While I watch you serve other customers… with that oufit~"

Your face flushed at his comment, and you sighed softly, shaking your head. "Sampo, it's not like that." you protested, a mix of exasperation and fondness in your voice. "It's just my work uniform.."Sampo chuckled at your reaction, finding your flushed face rather amusing. "I know, I know." he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "But what's wrong with admiring how adorable you look in it?""SAMPO"

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janeyseymour · 11 months ago

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Hii hope ur doing well x If ur still accepting requests for Mel x Reader could u do one where reader has some type of disability like chronic pain and they have a flare at school (cause they both work there) and Mel immediately runs to action and there's like Loooots of comfort etc hehe :3

I hope this is what you're looking for!

Too Late Now

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You usually have this under control. Since your fourth concussion, you’ve dealt with the headaches and the occasional migraines easily. Doctors have been helping you and make sure that you always have your emergency migraine medication at the ready.

On top of that, it’s been seven years that you’ve been living with this. You know the when a headache or a migraine is coming for the most part. You didn’t even bother writing down on your forms when you got hired that you should technically have accommodations due to your chronic migraines. You just know how to handle them at this point. It’s part of your everyday life.

Melissa, your girlfriend, doesn’t even know about your condition. She doesn’t need to know. You saw the way she sprung into action when you had the flu a few months ago- or when you had caught the stomach bug from the kids. After taking care of you with absolutely no complaints, she got sick both times herself. You took care of her too, much to her dismay. She was a caretaker, she did not like to be the one being taken care of.

When you wake up, you feel a little funny. But something is going around the school, as it always is around this time of year. So you chalk it up to that, and you take an Advil and an allergy pill.

When you’re leaving, you almost have half a mind to throw in your migraine medication just in case… but you get distracted by a text from Melissa asking if you wanted coffee this morning from Dunkin.

Of course I do, you reply back.

Your usual?

Please, and thank you.

Sounds good. I’ll see you at school gorgeous.

And because of that text exchange, you forget to throw your pills in your purse and leave the house.

As you’re driving, your headache worsens just slightly, and you groan. Allergy season was bad at this time of year, and your sinuses have been paying for it- post nasal drip is at an all time high, you’ve already had an ear infection this season, and you’ve been getting sinus headaches because of it. You don’t realize a migraine is coming on yet, so you just pop another Advil before you head into Abbott.

Your girlfriend is waiting for you in the teacher’s lounge like usual, and she almost immediately sees how unwell you’re feeling.

“Hey, baby,” she says softly as she kicks out the seat next to her.

“Hey,” you sigh, but you don’t take a seat. You just lean down and peck her lips before standing back up straight with a grimace.

She hands you your coffee with a frown. “You feelin’ okay, hon?”

“Allergies,” you say through a yawn. “I think I’m gonna go sit in my classroom this morning, but you enjoy your news.”

“Alright, hon. Do you want me to come with you?”

“I know how much you like your news,” you tell her. “I’ll be okay.” You head to your classroom, and she watches you in concern.

By the time the kids are supposed to come in, you know exactly what’s happening- a migraine is coming on. And you, like an absolute lovesick idiot, forgot your medication because you were too busy texting your sweet girlfriend. Your head is in your hands as you massage at your temples, the lights are off, the sound of the barely functioning air conditioning is making your eyes throb in pain.

Hypothetically, you could call out now. But there’s a shortage in substitutes, you don’t think you can even think properly to create sub plans, the thought of moving from your desk makes you want to cry, and you know it’s only a short amount of time until you’re unable to drive for the next… eleven hours. You probably wouldn’t even be able to make it the drive home.

You have no idea how you’re going to survive today without your medication.

When the kids start to make their way in, you nearly burst into tears. You silently thank God that you didn’t put any makeup on today. You throw your sunglasses on as they trickle in, and you stay seated at your desk.

You can’t teach today, and you know this. It’s going to be a day where the kids sit quietly and watch magic school bus, you take them out for extra recess, and then they can sit and work on their projects, or read and draw. You don’t care what happens today, as long as they aren’t loud.

Again, your kids think that they have a sub until they see you sitting at your desk in the dark.

“Ms. Y/N?” one of the girls comes in and runs up to your desk.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you say softly, and even the eight year old can see the pain etched in your face.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Skylar,” you tell her quietly. “Ms. Y/N’s head just hurts, so today is mostly going to be an independent and quiet work day. Unpack and get ready for today, love bug.”

The little girl gives you a gentle hug before going to her desk and unpacking. You keep your eyes closed as the rest of them trickle in, and they’re oddly quiet. They are never this quiet. You almost always have to remind them to do their handwriting pages and do their lunch count.

When you do open your eyes to take attendance and explain to them what’s happening today, you see that Skylar had quietly taken it upon herself to write the morning routine on the board.

Morning! The note on the board reads. Ms. Y/N’s head hurts, so come in quietly. Unpack, lunch count, the next page in journal, then DEAR.

Your heart melts, and you realize how lucky you are that your students genuinely care about you the way that they do. Skylar is over by the lunch count board writing a tally for you, and she quietly comes and slips it over to you.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you whisper to her, and you have a small tear trail down your cheek. “Do you want me to take it to Ms. Schemmenti to put in, or should I take it down to the office?”

“I can put it in, honey,” you give her a gentle squeeze before opening your laptop. You wince immediately due to the light, but you can handle this. You can’t have her go down to Melissa’s- your girlfriend would flip her lid when she found out how under the weather you were feeling and you didn’t stay home or ask for her help.

All of your students watch you silently. They’ve never seen you this drained. Sure, they’ve seen you sick; you rarely call out. They’ve seen you tired after a night of volunteering or staying up late to finish grading papers and preparing for them. But they have never, ever seen you this down- to the point that your skin is pale and you can’t take off your sunglasses because your head hurts so bad.

“Miss Y/N?” one of the boys raises his hand quietly, and he’s usually known for giving you a hard time.

“Yes, Cameron?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You just barely nod and take a shaky breath. “Here’s what we’re going to do today,” you tell them. “We’re going to do our independent work for each of our subjects today- I know we have projects and papers in all of the subjects except math. For math, I’ll have… somebody… take you outside for extra recess, and if you’re good and quiet today, I’ll put on Magic School Bus at the end of the day for dismissal. Deal?”

All of your kids nod, and you give them half a smile. Then you get a shooting pain right behind your left temple, and you quietly cry out in pain. You grip the table for a few seconds and take a deep breath before you open your eyes again. They all look absolutely terrified.

“Nobody tells Ms. Schemmenti,” you tell them as you point at them all.

They all raise their hands in surrender.

“Okay,” you sigh deeply, shakily. “Who is going to lead our morning meeting?” It’s Rayna.

When that’s over, the kids quietly pull out their social studies projects and start to work on them. When social studies is over, they quietly move on to their independent reading for fifteen minutes. And then they line themselves up silently for specials.

“Can I trust you all to walk yourselves down to the gym silently?” As you write a note to the gym teacher explaining that they are coming on their own and to just send them back down to your room when gym is over.

“I take my line leader duty very seriously, Ms. Y/N,” Jayden tells you seriously. “If we aren’t quiet, I’ll tell you.” You nod, hand him the note with the instruction to give it to the PE teacher, and they’re off.

You get approximately forty-five minutes of peace and absolute silence. You close the door, grab your coat and throw it over your head, and lay down on the back table. You’re small enough to fit if you curl up.

On your kids’ way back to the classroom, they just happen to see your girlfriend in the hallway on her way out of the teachers’ lounge.

“Where’s Ms. Y/N?” the redhead asks with a popped eyebrow. You always walk with your children everywhere.

All of the kids look at each other nervously, remembering the way you told them that they weren’t to tell the second grade teacher. But Melissa is staring them down.

“She called the gym teacher and told him to just let us walk down by ourselves because she had to use the bathroom,” Jayden tells a fib, and he hates doing it to his former teacher. But he promised you.

Melissa furrows her brows, but Jayden’s always been a good kid. “Okay… Well, tell Miss Y/N to put up another class compliment star because you’re all walking through the hallway very nicely.”

The line leader nods and takes off in the direction of your classroom, while Melissa heads towards the office to make copies.

You’ve just barely managed to get yourself back to your desk when the kids come back in, but your migraine is starting to make you nauseous, and you don’t even know what to do anymore. You won’t even be able to drive yourself home, so you just have to wait this out- at least you should get paid for it.

“We saw Ms. Schemmenti in the hall,” Omari tells you quietly while everyone else is getting out their snacks. “She said to give us a class compliment star because we were walking so nicely.”

“Nobody said anything, did they?” you ask.

“Jayden told her you were in the bathroom and told the gym teacher to just let us walk down,” your student says. “I don’t think he liked having to lie to her though… and Ms. Schemmenti didn’t really look like she believed him.”

As if on cue, the second grade teacher is knocking softly on your doorframe. She looks so concerned for you. “Ms. Y/N?”

You thank God you weren’t facing the door and have half a mind to rip off your sunglasses before standing and meeting her on the other side of the room. “Class, eat your snacks while I talk to Ms. Schemmenti in the hallway.”

“Amore,” Melissa whispers softly as she gets a look at you. “You look terrible. Why don’t you go home? I can split your class between the other third grade class and mine- not like I haven’t juggled two grades at one time before.”

“I- I can’t go home,” you mumble, and you wince at the florescent lights that aren’t out for once.

“And why’s that?”

You bite your lip. You have to admit to her just how terrible you’re feeling. She’s going to flip out and become insanely protective. She’s going to be upset you didn’t tell her about your condition before. “I get chronic migraines sometimes, and I… I have one right now.”

“Oh, hon,” Melissa whispers sympathetically.

“I usually have meds for it to lessen the pain, but I left it at my house this morning, and I think if I tried to drive home, I would throw up or black out,” you tell her honestly. “The kids have been really great this morning though, and they understand.”

“How can I help?”

“During my math period, can you take them outside? They deserve extra recess today,” you practically whimper as you close your eyes and brace yourself for the shooting pain you can feel getting ready to come on.

“Why don’t I just split the kids for the rest of the day while you lay down?” your girlfriend suggests.

“I’m here, they’re behaving and quiet, and I need to get paid,” you tell her. “They’re okay with me for everything except math.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” the redhead sighs. “But you just call if you need me, you hear?”

“I know,” you say softly. “I’ll be-” You cut yourself off with a whine and grab her arm as the pain comes. When it’s over, you relax and finish, “-fine.”

Your girlfriend shakes her head with a deep breath before stepping into your classroom. Jayden looks terrified.

“Ms. Schemmenti, I didn’t mean to lie to you,” he says quickly. “I didn’t want to, but I-”

“It’s okay, buddy,” she says softly before looking to the rest of the class. “You be on your best behavior for Ms. Y/N, and if anything happens, you come down to my room. I’ll be over during your math time for extra recess if you continue having a great day. Capiche?”

“Capiche,” your students reply, and you walk slowly into your room before putting your glasses back on and putting your head in your hands. Melissa gives you a gentle pat on the back before squeezing your shoulder three times.

Your kids finish their snack, and when that’s over they work on their research project for writing. They line themselves up silently for lunch and walk themselves down. You take up your position on your back table again, and close your eyes. You beg God to make the pain stop, and you finally give in, crying.

What you don’t know is that your sweet, sweet girlfriend is on her way to your apartment to grab your medicine. She also grabs a gatorade and your favorite hoodie (that is actually hers). She stops at Wawa and grabs you a Tasty Cake before returning to the school.

When she gets to your classroom, her heart breaks. She can see the way that you’re shaking from underneath your coat, and she has no doubt that you’re crying.

“Oh hon,” she mumbles as she makes her way over to you. She lays a delicate hand on your back and rubs up and down soothingly. “I brought your medicine, your favorite hoodie, and a Tasty Cake from Wawa. Can you take the medicine for me?”

Her kindness and gentleness just makes you cry even harder- and that only makes your head hurt worse.

Your alarm on your watch starts to go off, and you whine. “I don’t think I can do my recess duty today.”

“I’ll get the music teacher to cover it- she’ll do anything to get some of my meatballs,” your girlfriend tells you. “You just take your meds, and hopefully they kick in.”

You nod, just barely manage to sit up and take the medication and you take the hoodie and ball it up and put it under your head.

After she calls the music teacher and arranges your coverage, she asks, “Jeet today?”

“No,” you mumble.

“Can you try to eat the cupcakes I brought?” At your nod, she opens it for you and practically feeds it to you.

“Did you eat?” you ask your girlfriend.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me,” she dismisses your concern. “I’ll get my lunch in eventually- just might be while the kids are running around on the playground for math.”

Once you’ve had one of the cupcakes, you groan. “I don’t think I can eat anymore.”

“Okay, hon,” Melissa frowns. “You know your body.”

“My body wants to sleep.”

“Well, you have another thirty minutes of recess, and you know I’ll always take your kids for you,” your girlfriend reminds you.

You nod and close your eyes. “Set my alarm for the end of recess? And if you wouldn’t mind just sending my kids here from outside for me?”

She presses a delicate kiss to the side of your head, but she doesn’t set your alarm. She fully intends to let you sleep the rest of the school day, and she’ll take your kids for you- all twenty three of them. She can handle it.

It’s not like Ava is here to tell you you can’t get paid for today. And in reality, Ava wouldn’t care anyway.

Your perfect, wonderful girlfriend picks your kids up from recess, and she has no idea how she manages this, but every single child is able to grab their belongings without waking you up. They were even able to silently move their chairs.

When you wake back up, your head is still pounding. It’s starting to ease up though. You glance at your watch from underneath your coat.

4:12 is staring back at you. School has been over for an hour…

You take your coat off of your head to see a classroom without chairs and Melissa perched on the closest desk to you, glasses on the tip of her nose and reading something on her phone.

“There’s my gorgeous girl,” she says quietly as she puts her phone away. “How’re you feeling?”

“Mel, why didn’t you wake me?”

“You needed rest. Your kids’ chairs are in my room, and I told them to just come get them tomorrow.”

“I slept at school for almost four hours.”

“And how are you feeling now?” she prompts again.

“The prescription is starting to kick in,” you mumble. “But because I didn’t take it during the onset, I mostly just have to ride it out.”

“How long do your migraines usually last?”

“Hopefully, I only have another three hours of this hell,” you tell her.

“And are you feeling okay to go home?”

“I’m shocked Mr. J hasn’t come in here to kick us out,” you grumble.

Melissa flashes you that devious Schemmenti smile. “He did. But I told him… in a non-threatening way… that we would be staying here until you woke up on your own, and I would lock up the school.” She twirls the keys around her finger. “Now, do you need to stay here to ride it out, or…?”

“I really don’t know if I can drive to my apartment yet,” you admit sheepishly. “I’m still kind of nauseous.”

“Can I take you back home, then?” your girlfriend asks you softly as she fixes your wild locks.

You nod with a groan as you sit up. You go to grab your bags, but Melissa already has them next to her and both of your things are slung over her shoulders in a second.

“You just worry about getting your pretty little self into the car, yeah?” She presses a gentle kiss to your temple, and you know it’s all in your head, but her kiss makes you feel even the slightest bit better.

She piles your things in her car as you slowly get in and close your eyes. She gets in not a few seconds later, closing the door as quietly as she can. As the two of you are pulling out of the parking lot, you feel her warm hand settle on your thigh, and she squeezes it gently. It shouldn’t affect you the way it does- especially given how you’re feeling right now.

When she pulls in, she tells you gently to head in and up to bed. She’ll handle all of your things, she’ll be right in to curl up with you and/or nurse you back to health.

“I just have to ride it out, honey,” you remind her.

“Well, we’ll curl up together then,” she tells you. “And when you’re feeling up to it, I’ll make us something for dinner.”

“I love you,” you sigh softly as you drag yourself out of the car. You get yourself into the house and are just laying down in bed as she comes in. She changes, lays down next to you, and pulls you into her arms gently.

“Hon, I can sleep on my own,” you mumble into her chest. “I know you have a shit ton to grade.”

“I can do that tomorrow during my prep,” she whispers. “Right now, my girlfriend needs some love and attention.”

Because of her warmth and the delicate fingers that are tracing patterns on your arms, you fall asleep easily. And when you wake up, she’s still laying with you, and she’s half asleep herself. You wake up to a mouthful of red hair, and you sigh in content. Your head is no longer pounding- you think your migraine is gone.

“How’re you feeling?” your girlfriend asks you softly, eyes still closed.

“So much better,” you tell her truthfully. “You didn’t have to stay. You could’ve had dinner or graded stuff while I slept.”

“And what kinda girlfriend would that make me, hon?” Melissa retorts. “But I’m glad you’re feeling better. You ready to eat a real meal?”

“Yeah,” you sigh softly. “After a few more minutes of cuddles?”

“I can’t say no to that.”

After a few more minutes, and a rather loud grumble of both of your stomachs, you head into the kitchen hand in hand. She starts making dinner while you go over to one of her bags and start grading the math tests she gave to her class yesterday.

“You don’t have to do that,” she tells you as she stirs the pot.

“I have to make it up to you somehow,” you say as you mark a few questions wrong.

“You can make it up to me by tellin’ me why I never knew you got migraines… and frequently enough to have the good shit prescribed to you,” the redhead says as she turns to look at you pointedly.

You frown and keep your eyes trained on the papers in front of you as you shrug.

“Y/N,” she says sternly. “C’mon.”

“Nobody really knows,” you mumble before you clear your throat. You suppose you have to be honest with your girlfriend. “After my fourth concussion seven years ago… it’s just something I got used to dealing with. I usually have them under control and can just push through them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, hon?” she asks softly. “Or at least told me this morning when we were in the staff room?”

“I thought I was fine,” you tell her honestly. “It didn’t hit me until after I had already walked into my room, and at that point… it was too late, and I didn’t want you fussing over me for something I could’ve prevented.”

“Hey,” Melissa turns the burner down to let her sauce simmer. “I always worry about you- whether you’re sick or not. But when I saw you this morning, I knew something was wrong. You shoulda told me. I would’ve driven to your place to get your medicine sooner.”

“I was just going to tough it out,” you sigh.

“You were going to pass the hell out in pain,” she tells you. “Your kids were really worried about you.”

“I know they were… They were so sweet today and made sure they were on their best behavior for me,” you say softly. “I wish I would’ve gotten a picture of the morning message Sky put up on the board for the rest of the class.”

“They were just as well behaved for me,” the second grade teacher tells you honestly. “Although that may be because I promised them all doughnuts if they were good.”

“So… we have to leave early to pick up doughnuts for the kids?” you laugh. At her nod, you shake your head playfully. “I’m buying.”

“With whose card?” she snorts out.

“Mine, thank you very much,” you tease back.

With your banter, Melissa knows you’re feeling much better and are on your way to feeling 100 percent again soon.

After dinner, the two of you go back to lay in bed.

“Put a few of your pills in a plastic baggie for me to keep in my car for you tomorrow,” Melissa tells you as she pulls you into her arms again.

“Babe, I usually have them on me,” you tell her. “This was a one time thing.”

“I don’t like seeing you in pain though,” she mumbles against your head, kissing it gently. “And if I can help prevent you from crying out in pain at a small noise, I will.”

“Okay, honey.”

The next morning, the two of you show up to school with dozens of doughnuts for the kids, and yours and Melissa’s classes enjoy the treats together. They’re all thrilled to be rewarded with the sweet treat. They’re happy that they can talk in their own classroom again. They’re glad to see that you’re back to yourself.

“Ms. Y/N?” Skylar asks as she gives you a hug that morning.

“What is it, sweet girl?”

“Can you like, not get sick like that again? I’m happy we got doughnuts, but I don’t wanna have to play teacher again for you… It was hard.”

You chuckle as you muss her hair. “I’ll do my best kiddo.”

Melissa just nudges you with a smirk. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” she assures your student.

#melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti fanfic #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary fanfiction #abbott elementary

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shadesoflsk · 8 months ago

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Okay but imagine Leon having a hispanic/latino s/o? Like him being introduced to their family at parties and having to memorize all the cousins, him falling in love with all the aspects of their culture. Also i feel like he would love gustavo cerati???? Coming from a latina (boricua y dominicana) this has me kicking my feet and giggling!! Ly 💗!! - 🐚

Hi! This is the first time someone claimed an emoji! I feel so excited, hehe.

And I just noticed I often reply to these asks with just my thoughts not knowing if any of you want a whole fic 😭 If you want one let me know ‘cause I'm dense.

Regarding Gustavo Cerati… you're so real 🐚 anon. In fact, I'm preparing a post which is basically hispanic music I think Leon would like. And let me tell you, there are A LOT OF Cerati's songs. If you guys want to share your thoughts/suggest some artists or songs you're welcome to do so. 🙏🏻

Anyway, I could definitely see Leon being overjoyed dating someone hispanic/latino.

The term itself is really broad, so I'm going to leave the details of the culture as ambiguous as I can so everyone can imagine their own.

leon kennedy x gn reader (reader speaks spanish)

Leon himself isn't someone who actually got to spend his childhood and younger years next to a family, or at least a loving one. So, when he met you, he slowly discovered your upbringing and how beautiful your culture was.

It started with little things. When you first mentioned Leon where you come from, he'd search for one thing he really enjoys—music! He fully believes art is the door to a culture, so there's nothing better than getting to know your country by its artists and songs.

He'd need to translate them, though. He barely knows how to say hello in another language. But then again, he tries his best to actually engage in your culture and show genuine interest.

While he navigates through the songs, typical dances, and festivities, the next step is obvious. As your relationship gets more serious, you'd tell him that your family wants to meet him. He isn't scared, not all. He's actually really excited at the prospect of meeting your relatives and taking such a serious step with you.

However, he is nervous about something.You had previously told him that your family was big, and while it didn't bother him, he isn't confident about his ability to remember names.

Poor boy would be the target of your family's teasing. As soon as he enters your home, some of your relatives would give him a pat on his back, seeing how nervous he is. The whole experience would be overwhelming but in a good way.

You'd introduce him to every family member. He'd say his name as best as he could (He asked you to teach him a bit of Spanish, to at least impress some of your relatives).

Very basic and broken Spanish: “Hola yo me llamo Leon, ¿Cómo estás tú?” Baby is trying his best, and everyone could see how much respect he holds for their culture and language.

He's really respectful in every aspect you could think of. When the little mingling comes to an end and hunger starts to brim in each one of your relatives, Leon would be delighted to try everything.

As soon as he starts eating, there are two outcomes. A) He really likes the food. B) He doesn't like it. For the first scenario, he'd devour the plate. Having something prepared with so much seasoning and love was something foreign to him. He'd whisper and ask you to tell your mom if he could fetch himself another serving. He's too shy for his own good.

For the latter, he'd still remain as respectful as he could. It's okay not to like certain things, and while he tries to finish his plate your family would joke about how he couldn’t handle the spice (even if it wasn't spicy in the first place.)

His favorite activity to do with your family is to see your childhood photo album. They would pull out embarrassing photos of yourself, but he'd think you look lovely. In moments like these, he gets to bond with your family even more, feeling himself blending with them and being part of a family he always longed for.

Overall, Leon would find himself falling in love with you and your culture. No matter how different it's from his own upbringing, he'd be honored to share moments getting to know everything about your country.

#I imagine re2r leon for this one #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon s kennedy #resident evil #— ࣪ ⊹ 💌 ruby's askbox #: ･。. 🐚 anon

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slotmachines-fearofgod · 1 month ago

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jsnnholy moly yes pls send the link to the codywan fic when its ready pretty pls

aghhhh so life update i broke my hand :( makes typing very hard so i'm not sure when it will be DONE done BUT i did make a WIP of the fic hehe so what i've got so far is below the cut

Cody sighed as he picked up the saber, giving it a perfunctory dust off. Really, Kenobi needed to stop throwing this thing around so much. He didn’t even know anything about the Jedi and he knew this was important. It was their one and only weapon, without it the general was -

Well, not defenseless. In their short time together Cody had to come to know his general was anything but defenseless.

Cody tucked it into his belt, sure he’d have to readjust at some point. He really should just get a clip or holster and call it a day but the Jedi likely wouldn’t appreciate that. It wasn’t his saber after all.

Cody strode through camp, his head high, as he scanned for Kenobi. Chances were the man was still off doing something insanely dangerous, but there was always hope.

So far this war wasn’t what he thought it was going to be. For one, the Republic was overwhelmingly unprepared for them. Each commander had been brought before the Jedi Council the day of their assignments and had it very patiently explained to them that no, no one knew they existed before this. Before Geonosis.

No one except Kenobi, that is.

He’d gotten looks from his fellow commanders when he’d been given his assignment. Kenobi had been somewhat of a shock to them all the day he showed up on Kamino. A Jedi, dressed from head to toe in the exact robes they all used to giggle about because they simply couldn’t be real, showed up drenched in the Kamino rain and heralded the beginning of the end for them all.

Some vode had whispered after Geonosis that Kenobi was a harbinger, a catalyst, a messenger of war. He was the first domino to fall and the clones would be the last.

Cody largely dismissed this as stress-induced idiocy. Especially after the first three times the man lost his lightsaber.

Cody made his way to the command tent, resolving to stop at the med tent if his general wasn’t there. They were holding their post well, waiting on the 501st forces to swoop in and give them a little back up. Christophsis was a busy place after all.

“Cody!”

Cody stopped and sighed. Only one person refused to call him by rank in this shit show.

“Yes, General?” Cody turned around, Kenobi’s lightsaber already held out toward him.

Kenobi laughed at the obviously practiced motion, plucking the weapon from Cody’s hand without breaking his stride. Cody caught up after a few seconds, falling into lockstep with the man.

“I have some excellent news,” Kenobi’s eyes glittered, “I believe my new padawan is arriving. Right now.”

Cody’s steps (and heart) stuttered, “Uh. Padawan? Sir?”

“Yes, yes, very exciting!” Kenobi did not seem to catch on to his panic, “You know, now that Anakin’s a knight I have no apprentice and the younglings can’t stay younglings forever. Someone has to step up and take charge.”

“And that’ll be you?” Came the sarcastic drawl from none other than Skywalker himself.

Skywalker marched up to them, Rex in tow, and fell in on Kenobi’s other side. Cody took that as his cue to drop back, instead walking with Rex. Cody discreetly tapped his helmet and Rex nodded, making the switch to internal comms.

“Captain,” Cody greeted while the Jedi talked.

“Commander,” came Rex’s tired reply, “Good to see you up and running.”

Cody huffed, “You have no idea.”

“He lose the lightsaber again?”

“Yup.”

“Great. Skywalker blew up another section of the street.”

Cody rolled his eyes, “Does he ever do anything that doesn’t involve explosions?”

“Not yet,” Rex grumbled, “You hear about the padawan?”

“Yeah,” Cody sighed, “Kenobi wants it to be his.”

“And you think it’s a good idea to leave it to Skywalker?” Rex pushed. Cody knew he had that stupid smirk on his face.

“No,” Cody agreed, “I think a kid out here at all is a bad idea.”

“Yeah,” Rex sighed, “That we can agree on.”

They made it a ways further before reaching the landing platform. The two Jedi were still bickering with each other so Cody made himself busy with a few of the workers around the dock. By the time Kenobi called him back over he’d collected five new pieces of paperwork to sign off on later.

Cody stood back with Rex, allowing the Jedi their space, as the ship touched down. He felt lightly nauseous.

That became full blown vertigo when the child in a skirt and tube top stepped off the ship. He had never been more thankful for his helmet before because he was pretty sure his eyes were about to bug out of his head.

She was tiny. And wearing no armor, let alone the robes that Kenobi and Skywalker seemed to favor. She couldn’t have been older than fourteen, her montrals not even grown into true horns. Cody could see one saber at her side but he doubted she was anywhere near as proficient as Kenobi. She likely had no field combat experience or medical training or -

“Breathe,” Rex reminded him with barely muffled laughter, “She’ll be fine.”

And then.

The best moment of Cody’s life happened.

“Actually Master Kenobi, I’m supposed to be Knight Skywalker’s padawan.”

Cody almost pissed himself in relief.

Rex, however, snapped up straight, his panic evident even without weird Force mind readers around. Kenobi cast an amused glance back at the two of them while Skywalker was too busy denying it.

“Breathe,” Cody said, not bothering to hide his mirth, “You’ll be fine.”

Rex’s fist shot out before any of the three Jedi could catch it and smacked into Cody. When they turned to look at the pair there was nothing but staunch professionalism, but as soon as they turned back around Cody jabbed Rex in the armpit, right in the armor gap. Rex clutched at his shoulder, the nerve there flaring up, and gave Cody a seething look. Cody just shrugged.

Brothers.

Cody and Rex followed the motley trio back to inner camp. They melted into the background, allowing the Jedi to take the front on whatever needed doing. Honestly half of Cody’s job was listening and nodding and making sure whatever harebrained plan the Jedi came up with was at least doable for his men. That and checking the collateral damage. Jedi weren’t exactly masters of subtlety.

There was still a lot to be done on Christophsis. With Ventress driven out and Separatist forces beginning to flee, it had calmed slightly, but other admirals had begun to press forward outside of the main horde. He was still directing troops all across the capital and the longer he was away the antsier he got.

“Cody,” Kenobi called his name, grabbing his attention away from future battle plans and if Helix was still good to go on field medical supplies, “What do you think?”

“I think it’s an excellent idea sir,” came the automatic response. It was easier to just agree than have them repeat whatever it was they had said. Chances were they weren’t really asking him anyway.

As he expected, Kenobi nodded and turned back to Skywalker, “Right. Then you and Padawan Tano shall handle Rotta while we finish up here.”

Skywalker had a serious glower on his face but so long as it wasn’t directed at him Cody couldn’t find it in himself to care if the man liked his assignment or not.

“Fine,” Skywalker bit out, “Come along Padawan,” he turned on his heel and left.

The padawan - holy fuck she was so young - looked up at Kenobi with big eyes, “Does he hate me?”

Kenobi gave her a fond smile, “No. Anakin is just like that sometimes.”

She frowned and looked after her new master. Cody almost pitied her.

“Come along, Commander,” Rex stepped up and offered his arm, “We’ll track him down together.”

Yeah. Rex was going to be just fine with her.

Then it was just him and Kenobi.

Cody actually didn’t mind the other man. He was respectful enough, let Cody keep his distance, and operated with a decent amount of professionalism. That last bit fluctuated depending on the day but most of the time he behaved himself.

Cody grabbed a pad and flicked over to the bay reports he needed to wrap up. He’d go visit medical after this, check in with his medics and the wounded, and then make his way to the infantry barracks. He’d probably be out there with his men for the next big push so he’d need to clean his armor and guns as well. After that he’d go over battle plans with Kenobi, make sure everything was in order for them to seize the planet, especially now they had 501st backup. He wasn’t sure what the whole Rotta business was about but he’d read the report and figure it out on his own.

Kenobi set his saber down gently on the tabletop. Cody glanced up, finding his general staring at him.

“Is everything alright sir?”

“Hm?” Kenobi asked, his eyes seeming to actually focus on Cody this time, “Oh, yes of course. Thank you for getting my saber, by the way.”

“Oh,” Cody said, unused to actually being thanked, “You’re welcome. I actually just stumbled on it earlier.”

“Is that so?” Kenobi looked at him with mischief in his eyes, “How interesting. Where did you find it?”

Cody shrugged, “Just outside of base camp.”

“Curious,” Kenobi brought a hand up to stroke his beard and looked down at his saber, “I could have sworn I lost it at least five miles out. Funny how that happens.”

Cody resisted the urge to cock his head to the side and let his confusion show, “Yeah. Very funny.”

“Well,” Kenobi grinned back up at him, “Whatever the case, you’ve returned it to me safely and for that I cannot thank you enough.”

Cody hid a smile of his own under his helmet, thinking of all the past times he’d secretly put Kenobi’s saber somewhere he could find it or slipped it into his robe pocket while he wasn’t wearing said cloak. Maybe he should keep outright returning it. It was sort of nice to be thanked.

“No worries General,” Cody assured him, “We all lose things sometimes.”

Funny how just a few minutes prior he’d been complaining to himself about what an irresponsible dumbass his general was. Now look at him.

—

Cody was in the middle of a very exciting conversation about potential armor upgrades for the GAR when he felt himself get bodily dragged backwards.

He immediately flung out an arm, glad their requisition officer, Fraud, was able to catch him. And then they both started moving backward.

“What the hell?” Fraud yelled, letting go as fast as he’d grabbed on.

“I don’t know!” Cody waved his arms in panic, something pushing into his abdomen and sliding him across sleek steel floors, “Help me!”

Fraud and two other troopers, attracted by the fear coloring Cody’s tone, grabbed onto him. That, unfortunately, had absolutely no effect on whatever was pulling Cody along. Now there was a squad of four troopers, all panicking and yelling, being dragged across squeaky clean floors.

“Cody, have you seen - oh my.”

The dragging suddenly stopped, the group yelling as they failed to stop pulling in time and all fell backwards

Cody groaned, having landed flat on his face, “What was that sir?”

“Never mind,” Kenobi was laughing, “I do believe I’ve found it. Would you like a hand?”

Cody turned his head to glare up at him, grateful for the cover of his helmet. Kenobi had a stupidly amused smile on his face as he stuck a hand out to both Cody and Fraud.

Cody grumbled as he accepted it, standing with all the grace of a beached aiwha and taking off his bucket. His nose hurt like a motherfucker.

Kenobi laughed as his expression was revealed, “My apologies boys, I was looking for this.”

Next thing he knew Cody was bodily yanked toward Kenobi before the pressure was released. He stared in shock and betrayal as Kenobi’s saber flew to his hand out of Cody’s belt, pointing an accusing finger at his general.

“You!”

“Me,” Kenobi grinned, “I’m afraid I was not aware it was attached to my good commander when I started searching but the show made it quite worth it.”

Cody was going to kill him. He was going to kill a Jedi.

Cody turned to his men and dismissed them, thanking them for their ‘help.’ He could feel Kenobi laughing behind his back. When they’d filed out of the hallway Kenobi had pulled them all into Cody whirled around, furious.

“What was that?” He asked, shoving his helmet back on.

“Fun,” Kenobi replied cheekily, placing both hands on Cody’s helmet and pulling it back off, “Accidental fun, but still fun. Let me see your face.”

Cody batted his hands away, “I’m fine. Just fell.”

Kenobi gave him a look and ran two fingers down his nose anyway. Cody’s face twisted into a scowl as he did so but he allowed it. Barely. If it was anyone else he would’ve bit their fingers off.

That probably said more about him than Kenobi.

Still, the pain disappeared in the wake of his hands and Cody had to admit it felt better.

“Thank you,” Cody said grumpily, still feeling the hit to his pride from skating across the floor for a solid thirty feet.

“It was the least I could do,” Kenobi assured him, “I really have got to keep a better eye on this thing.” He sighed as he tucked his saber back into his robes, giving Cody an embarrassed grin.

“You would think as a Jedi Master it wouldn’t be that hard,” Cody drawled, making Kenobi chuckle.

“Yes, well these things seem to have a mind of their own sometimes,” Kenobi joked, “I put it down in the navigation room for two minutes and it was gone.”

Cody laughed, “I picked it up in the nav room, maybe you just didn’t look hard enough.”

Kenobi rolled his eyes, “And perhaps you stole it while I was turned away.”

Cody shook his head, smiling fondly. He liked Kenobi. More than was probably acceptable. But they spent nearly every minute of the day together, how was he supposed to avoid that?

“Come along General,” Cody tugged at his bicep, figuring if he could use the Force to drag Cody wherever he wanted Cody was well within his rights to do the same. Kenobi allowed it easily, laughing as Cody pulled him.

“Where are we going?” Kenobi asked amusedly.

“I’m getting you a weapons holster,” Cody released him once Kenobi began to follow of his own accord, “So you’ve got a better place to put it then your pocket.” Kenobi’s armor hadn’t automatically come equipped with a gun holster as he was a Jedi. He still preferred his cloak over his armor and base robes underneath, but neither of those were good options for tucking a lightsaber into.

“Very well,” Kenobi sighed dramatically, “as my commander wishes.”

Cody, who was suddenly very glad he’d put his helmet back on as his cheeks flushed, scoffed, “This is for both our sakes.”

“I don’t know,” Kenobi pretended to stroke his beard in thought, “I quite like having the excuse to talk about something other than war with you.”

Cody didn’t really have a response to that one. Kenobi laughed at his obviously flustered form, saying, “You must admit it does get tiring after a bit.”

Cody shook his head and sighed, “You have no idea.”

Kenobi’s smile tightened then, his shoulder gently bumping Cody’s, “You know you are always welcome to come speak with me Cody. About anything. Not just battle plans and death tolls.”

Cody glanced over at him, seeing nothing but authenticity on his face, and said, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Kenobi nodded, “I must admit, I do miss the companionship of my fellow Jedi. It would be nice to have a friend on board.”

Cody felt a weird warm feeling in his gut in that. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the syrupy pleased part of himself and responded, “I thought we were already friends.”

Kenobi laughed, “Once you start calling me Obi-Wan I’ll say we’ve made it.”

Cody huffed, “But your rank -”

Kenobi waved his hand, effectively cutting him off, “Let’s not start that here, shall we?”

Cody frowned but let it slide. Kenobi could be weird about certain subjects and Cody had found it best to just smile and nod whenever that happened.

Getting Kenobi his holster was a fairly quick process. A few pieces of flimsiwork, a waist measurement, and then it was handed over quickly. Cody showed him how to buckle it quickly on the armor, teasing him about his lack of knowledge for clothing outside Jedi robes, and stood back to admire his handiwork.

It was just a little thing sitting at his hip, but at least now Cody could stop worrying every time he picked the saber off the battlefield that Kenobi was off bare knuckle brawling with Grievous somewhere.

“What do you think?” Kenobi did a little spin like it was a brand new dress and not just a piece of equipment.

Even so, Cody smiled and said, “Very nice. Hopefully this means you can keep better track of the thing now. And stop yanking me across the ship.”

Kenobi gave him a guilty smile, “As entertaining as it was for me, yes I think this should help.”

Cody chuckled, oblivious to the whispers of his brothers around them, “Glad to hear it sir.”

—

Cody cursed, taking another turn at top speed. He skidded around the corner, the sounds of combat growing closer. Ventress had found them and set a trap, luring Kenobi and Ghost onto her ship where she had the advantage. Of course Kenobi had sent Cody and the others to check for hostages or hostiles and he’d charged in, his saber blazing against the red light and black shadows of the ship. His cocky grin had been a bit slanted, the way it was whenever they went up against this particular acolyte, lit up in that familiar deep blue light.

Kenobi’s call for backup had come just as they cleared out the last of the droids on board, sending Cody sprinting to his last known location. Kenobi rarely called for backup, much preferring to put himself in the line of fire instead of his men. A bad feeling churned in Cody’s gut.

It only intensified as he spotted a small object in the center of the hall. Kenobi’s lightsaber rested innocently on the ground, making Cody push a little harder. He didn’t break his momentum as he sprinted forward, scooping the weapon up. He held it in his hand as he activated his comm.

“Kenobi, come in. This is Commander Cody, I repeat General Kenobi come in.”

“Kenobi here,” Cody winced at the breathless voice over his comm, “How’s that backup looking?”

“I’m on my way sir, once I’ve found you the troops will track my position and move in behind. I’ve got your saber with me.”

“Excellent,” Kenobi said, the end turning into a shout as the sound of an opposing lightsaber came dangerously close to his audio input, “I’m in sector three hall fourteen.”

Cody let out a small breath of relief, “I’m one down sir. Hold on just a little longer. Cody out.”

It took him thirty seconds too long to find Kenobi. He turned the last corner to find Ventress standing over him, Kenobi flat on his back on the ground and her saber poised to strike.

Cody grabbed for his pistol with his free hand, firing off a shot that was quickly deflected. He’d succeeded in capturing her attention though, her snarl now focused on him as he charged toward the pair.

“Cody!” Kenobi yelled, “My saber!”

Cody tossed it, not sure what he was expecting, and watched in fascination as it shot toward Kenobi’s hand as though it was a magnet. In less then a second the two were fighting again, Kenobi having sprung up and blocked Ventress’ path to Cody. Cody called in backup, alerting the squad to their position, and fired over Kenobi’s shoulder when he had the chance.

They fought like that, ducking around each other like they’d known one another for years, for what seemed like forever. Every time Kenobi closed in, Cody moved to the side and took a shot, creating an opening for him. They were fluid, aware of each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and fought as a unit.

It was the most fun Cody’s had on a battlefield in a while.

Even Kenobi laughed as he ducked under Ventress’ swipe, calling over his shoulder, “We should do this more often!”

Cody emptied a pistol clip as Ventress attempted to take advantage of Kenobi’s brief distraction, yelling back, “Maybe without the murderous Sith next time.”

“I don’t know,” Kenobi teased, “It’s more fun with an audience.”

“Would you two get a room?” Ventress barked, “You’re making me nauseous.”

“My apologies darling,” Kenobi focused his attention back on her, “Were we not giving you enough attention?”

Ventress let out a wordless yell, apparently deciding she’d had her fun with them. She pushed her hands forward, Kenobi easily blocking the invisible wall of force with one of his own to buffet it, but Cody went crashing backwards. He slammed his head on the wall, unable to catch himself in time to not crumple to the ground.

Cody groaned, automatically going up to prod the soft spot before realizing where he was and that he was wearing a full armor set. He shook his head, standing with only a slight wobble. When he looked up, he was surprised to see Kenobi attacking.

Kenobi didn’t like to attack his opponents often. He preferred a more defensive style, instead using his enemies' mistakes against them in an effort to gain the upper hand. It was a style of fighting that was hard to pin down because it was so adaptable so Kenobi rarely diverted tactics.

Cody frowned as took in Kenobi’s more aggressive stance, his back still toward the commander. It looked like he was really pressing Ventress now, backing her up to the opposite end of the corridor.

Cody pulled out his rifle, breathing in deep as he peered down the sights. If he could time it just right then…

Kenobi did a complicated move that Cody didn’t quite follow, but it gave him the opening he needed to take the shot.

Ventress, too busy blocking Kenobi’s sudden onset of aggression, wasn’t able to stop the bolt from connecting. She cried out in pain, dropping one of her sabers, and clutched at her shoulder.

Feet thundered around the corner, signaling the arrival of their backup. In a matter of seconds she’d be outnumbered.

Which was, of course, when she decided to make her convenient escape. Kenobi was just barely too slow to grab after her as she tore open one of the air vents and leapt upward and into it. Her little chuckle was taunting as it echoed around the hallway, but Cody could honestly care less.

Longshot was the first to show, quickly followed by Boil and Wooley. Cody nodded at his men as they appeared one by one, now more focused on catching his breath. He didn’t even notice Kenobi’s approach until the man was practically on top of him.

“Are you alright?”

Cody nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized Kenobi was standing next to him, making a few troopers laugh quietly, “Yes sir, not a scratch on me. And yourself?”

Kenobi frowned, “Are you sure? You hit the wall quite hard.”

Cody waved him off, “I’m fine, just got stunned in the moment.”

Kenobi relaxed a bit, allowing Cody’s men to secure the scene. He moved toward one of the side doors that opened up into what looked like the ship’s archives.

“What’s this?” Cody asked as he entered behind him.

“The purpose of our mission,” Kenobi answered calmly, already inserting a drive into the main hub, “That being said, if Ventress knew it was a trap the data may be gone already.”

“What was the data?” Cody focused his attention on the screen in front of them, frowning as whatever algorithm Kenobi was using opened and closed windows too fast for him to read.

“The Separatists are once again attempting to ally themselves with the Hutts. We are here to figure out what their offer is and what they want in return.” Kenobi’s forehead wrinkled right between his eyebrows. Cody got the sudden ridiculous urge to smooth it out.

“Ah,” he said instead of embarrassing himself. Cody straightened, reminding himself he was on duty. He was always on duty around Kenobi. “And the Republic is planning a counter offer?”

“Force I hope not,” Kenobi looked at him with alarm and concern, “The Hutts are not the sort of folk we should want to ally with.”

Cody pursed his lips. He knew what the Hutts did and how they made their money. It was pure evil. But leaving a contract out in the open with an increasingly large chance the Seppies would give chase was almost worse. Who knew what Dooku would do with that power?

When Cody glanced at Kenobi the man was frowning at him.

“Something wrong?”

“No,” Kenobi said with a strange note in his voice, “I take it you don’t approve of our inaction?”

Cody blinked once. Twice. And then remembered the Jedi was pseudo-mind readers and wanted to slap himself.

“Not at all sir,” Cody answered with a confidence he didn’t feel, “You are correct, as per usual.”

Kenobi didn’t seem to buy his assurances. He turned back to the monitor, quieting his voice a bit as he said, “We cannot stoop to their level. You understand that, yes?”

Cody bristled briefly before getting himself back under control, “Of course General.”

Kenobi shot a look over his shoulder like he knew Cody was holding back. Oh well. They would just have to disagree on some things.

“Did you find it?” Cody asked impatiently, wanting to get out now that there was a weird tension in the room.

“Not yet,” Kenobi hummed, “But it looks like Ventress has scrubbed most of this. I doubt we’ll find what we need aboard this ship.”

“Right,” Cody sighed, “And I assume no one’s pinned Ventress down yet?”

Kenobi shook his head, “She’s probably in an escape pod by now. I’ll have Republic forces do a sweep of the area but knowing her -”

“She’s gone,” Cody took off his helmet. He rubbed his temples with one hand as he mulled over potential escape routes she could’ve picked, what planet may be her next stop, and how best to triangulate the landing of her pod.

Kenobi had a fond little smile on his face when Cody looked back up.

“What?” Cody asked defensively, thinking maybe he’d been talking out loud or something else embarrassing.

“Nothing,” Kenobi replied, unplugging his device and pocketing it. “Come along. We’ve got our work cut out for us.”

—

Obi-Wan had gotten him drunk. The bastard.

It wasn’t that Cody was against being drunk. In fact, his liver complained every time they landed on Coruscant and Cody had an actual fucking break for once in his sith-damned life. He’d just never been drunk with a Jedi.

It was pretty fun.

They’d gone from talking about the odds of the next clone bill passing through the Senate to Cody laying flat on Obi-Wan’s bed and watching the Jedi make things fly around the room. Obi-wan was laughing as things whizzed around him in a flurry, like the eye of a strange and somewhat barren hurricane.

Obi-Wan had a ruddy flush to his cheeks at this point in the night. They’d been together for a few hours, drinking for a good majority of that. Cody had tried to call him Kenobi once and gotten a very hurt look. He decided he could call him Obi-Wan just for tonight after that.

“You can do better than that,” Cody goaded, “Lift something actually heavy.”

Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow at him and the next thing Cody knew he was flying. He yelped, scrabbling to grab at the bed before he was lifted just a bit too high for that. Changing tactics he tried to turn himself to yell at Obi-Wan but only succeeded in pinwheeling his arms in the air like an idiot.

“I do believe I win this round,” Obi-Wan chirped gleefully before dropping Cody and everything else he was lifting. Cody grunted as he fell into the mattress, feeling something else hit his back and roll off the side. His hand shot out to catch it before it hit the ground.

Cody sighed as he sat up and rubbed one eye, blinking stupidly down at Obi-Wan’s lightsaber. Of course the man would make this death laser sword weapon fly around the room like it was no big deal.

He was surprised when Obi-Wan flopped down on the bed with him, taking up the space vacated by Cody now that he was sitting.

“Tire you out?” Cody asked teasingly.

“Not in the slightest,” Obi-Wan turned that lazy smile on him, making Cody’s stomach do weird things again, “You just looked very uncomfortable up there.”

Cody laughed, for once not fighting him or whipping up some smart ass comment. He liked this. Hanging out outside of military needs. It was fun.

“So,” Obi-Wan drawled, “Tell me about yourself. I feel like I know very little compared to what you know about me.”

Cody snorted, “There isn’t much to tell. Raised on Kamino for ten years and then sent here to work for you. That’s about it.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, “Come now, there must be more. Who are you close to, what foods do you like, what’s your favorite show? Little things like that.”

“Well,” Cody shifted, unsure of the goal of this conversation, “I haven’t tried many new foods. I’d say juice is pretty good. I’m not used to having something so sweet. I don’t have a favorite show but sometimes I’ll join the men in the rec room and there will be something in the background. And I’m close to a lot of vode. Comes with the job.”

“I do like juice,” Obi-Wan said, the drink clearly getting to him, “Anakin never had any when he was growing up so I always kept some for him in our room. He drank nothing but ujj juice for a whole year, I swear.”

Cody laughed, “Apple juice. That’s my favorite.”

“Good choice,” Obi-Wan told him, “It’s one of the oldest juices in the galaxy. People have been farming and cultivating apples for as long as civilization has existed.”

Of course he knew juice history. Why wouldn’t he know juice history?

“You’re a nerd,” Cody said against his better judgment, poking Obi-Wan in the shoulder.

Obi-Wan let loose a faux offended gasp, “How dare you? I’m a Jedi Master, I’ll have you know.”

“A nerdy Jedi Master,” Cody reminded him.

“Yes, yes,” Obi-Wan waved a hand in the air, “Whatever you say dearest.”

Cody scoffed, desperately trying to ignore his blush again. Stupid fucking Fett genes.

“Where is - Cody, why do you have my saber?” Obi-Wan looked at him with genuine confusion.

Cody brought it to his chest, “You were flinging it around the room like an idiot. Did no one teach you all basic weapon safety?”

Obi-Wan held a hand out for Cody to give back his saber as he said, “It’s not going to turn on all of a sudden, it has to be activated.”

Cody, now sporting a sly grin of his own, did not return the saber, “Oh so no lightsaber accident has ever occurred during training?”

Obi-Wan sputtered, “Well - yes but - that’s not exactly - oh, would you just give me that back?”

Cody shook his head, laughing, “Not until you can be trusted not to throw it into a wall.”

Obi-Wan looked at him in shock, “It’s my lightsaber.”

Maybe Cody had a little too much to drink because he responded with, “Then why does it keep coming back to me?”

Obi-Wan sputtered, having no quick comeback to that, and flung a hand out. Cody was just barely fast enough to catch the lightsaber before it flew out of his hand, tightening his grip just as Obi-Wan pulled.

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, a smile beginning to dance on his lips, “So it’s like that then?”

Cody nodded, not sure what they were getting into but knowing that syrupy sweet feeling was back and quickly growing. He laughed as Obi-Wan pulled the lightsaber again, the weapon still not leaving Cody’s hand. Obi-Wan made a noise of complaint before he really tugged.

Cody felt himself get bodily pulled forward, just like the day in requisitions, his hand leading his path. He laughed as he pulled against it, well aware there was no way he was winning this battle of wills. Obi-Wan shared in his giddiness, giving Cody just enough of a back and forth to make it seem like a real fight. Cody didn’t even care that Obi-Wan was letting him have it.

The problem came when Obi-Wan tugged a little too hard. Cody, off balance and dizzy from the drink, couldn’t stop it when he fell forward if he wanted to hold on to the lightsaber at the same time. In his state he allowed it, entirely forgetting who the lightsaber was being pulled toward.

Cody looked down, his cheeks certainly flushed now, as Obi-Wan sat wide eyed beneath him. The lightsaber rested innocently to the side of them, now forgotten as they stared at each other.

Cody had a knee in Obi-Wan’s lap, effectively straddling the man. Obi-Wan, who had been leaning back on his hands, was forced to look up at Cody, the space between them very small.

Neither moved for a precious few moments.

Cody had never appreciated how blue Obi-Wan’s eyes were. They had a depth to them, yes, but also a lightness. A sparkle that he’d never bothered with before now.

His gaze lowered automatically to his lips. He was very aware of how easy it would be. How Obi-Wan had gone still but not tense under him. How they could always blame the drink come morning.

It was that thought that had Cody ripping himself away like he’d been burned. He stumbled, getting off the bed and grabbing for his helmet.

“Cody -”

“My apologies General,” Cody defaulted, hearing A-17’s voice in his ears.

Anytime you fuck up, grovel until they can do nothing but pity you. It’s harder to punish the guilty than the arrogant.

“It’s been a long day,” Cody shoved his helmet back on, “And this has been lovely.” He moved toward the door, not putting his back to his general for a second, “but I really must be going now. Thank you for the drinks and the conversation, I’ll -”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan called to him again. Cody felt himself go a little weak. He was still in the exact position Cody left him, wide eyed and open on the bed. Cody could just walk right up and -

“Again, my lack of decorum cannot be excused,” Cody apologized again, “And I won’t let it happen again in the future. Goodnight General.”

Cody all but sprinted out the door, going straight to his room and locking himself inside it. He was an idiot. A giant, massive, humongous idiot. He’d ignored the little feelings in his gut because - because it was against the rules. It would go away because it was against the rules and Cody was excellent at following rules. Rules had gotten him to where he was now. Rules defined him, gave him clear structures to follow and guardrails to hold on to when things felt out of control. He could always default to the rules.

So why couldn’t he now?

—

Cody got the goddamn lightsaber clip.

Rather, Obi-Wa - Kenobi got him the lightsaber clip.

The first few days after that night were awkward to say the least. He knew everyone around them noticed it too. The tension was thick between them, Cody avoiding any interaction outside of the professional and Kenobi getting more and more pushy each time they were in the room together.

It culminated in Kenobi knocking on his door very loudly, dumping the lightsaber clip into Cody’s confused hands, and walking away without another word. The clip rested on his desk for a few days until he finally grew the balls to put it on his belt. He didn’t know why it was so difficult to make himself do that, it just felt…it felt like he was owning something that wasn’t his.

The first day he’d worn the clip was the first day Kenobi smiled at him since Cody ran away that night. Cody had given him a nod in return and just like that they were back to normal. He wished he knew how Obi-Wan did it.

They’d been invited to some gala celebrating the clones. Or raising money to make more. Or doing something else Cody probably would’ve hated so he tuned it out. Lucky for him they actually wanted clones in full armor this time. Something about showing them off to potential investors. Obi-Wan and a few other generals had made a lot of noise about that, but ultimately it was up to the senators throwing it. As far as he was aware this one was done by the Banking Clan and Kaminoans.

Cody shifted uncomfortably from where he’d been directed to stand. Turns out they weren’t kidding about wanting clone troopers on display. He and Rex had been guided to their ‘seats’ for the night, aka spots for them to stand in and be pestered with questions. Kenobi and Skywalker both decided that was outrageous and had taken to standing next to them and fielding some of the stupider ones thrown their way. Cody was fairly sure Windu was off yelling at the senators to get the commanders proper seats.

Cody didn’t really care to be honest. He’d gone to plenty of military expos on Coruscant, just because they’d slapped a different label on this one didn’t mean it wouldn’t be the same. They’d probably even have them do a combat demonstration later, meaning Cody could fire his blaster at something. That always cheered him up.

“I’m bored,” Rex complained over internal comms, “Skywalker keeps answering all my questions.”

“Yeah,” Cody agreed, “Less fun to stand here and answer questions when they won’t even let us answer questions.”

Kenobi had taken to standing in front of Cody, only allowing select people through to talk to him. It was a nice gesture but then Cody only had how uncomfortable he was to focus on.

“What's the clip for?”

Cody looked down in confusion before remembering, “Kenobi keeps losing his lightsaber and I keep picking it up. Figured at least this way I’ll have a free hand.”

Rex snorted, “Hypocrite. Skywalker has to replace his at least once a month and Kenobi always fusses at him for it.”

“Kenobi doesn’t break his,” Cody rolled his eyes, having his own opinions about Skywalker, “Just loses it.”

“If I have to hear Kenobi tell him his weapon is his life one more time I’m going to lose it,” Rex griped, “I do not envy Skywalker.”

“His weapon is his life?” Cody questioned.

“Yeah,” Rex heaved a sigh, “Kenobi always talks about how a lightsaber is a symbol of your personhood in the Order and how it’s a symbol of the Jedi. Without it they’re just really cool diplomats.”

“Oh,” Cody said faintly, trying to ignore the implications of that, “Interesting.”

“Yeah,” Rex did not seem to catch on to Cody’s crisis, “If you’re a Jedi.”

Luckily a senator slipped past Skywalker’s defense and started asking Rex all kinds of questions. Cody was glad for the distraction, if only to let himself think over that. He was briefly distracted by Kenobi turning back to him.

“Well,” Kenobi said with an air of discontent, “I sincerely apologize to you to for the way this night has gone.”

Cody laughed softly before turning on his external vocorders, “It’s quite alright General. We’re not unused to military displays after all.”

Kenobi huffed, Cody’s words not doing anything to reassure him, “Well in the future I will see to it that you and your brothers are sat alongside us, not standing against the wall waiting to be prodded.”

Cody’s heart fluttered a little bit. He loved that Kenobi genuinely wanted better for them.

Kenobi sighed, lifting a hand to run it through his hair before remembering where he was and what he was doing, “I’ll see if I can make an excuse for you to leave. It’s no good to have you lot standing around if Senator Burtoni can’t even say hello herself.”

Cody cracked a smile at that, thinking back to his few, very limited, interactions with the Kaminoan senator. She’d been a real dick every time.

“Good luck sir,” Cody rumbled, “You know where to find me.”

Kenobi gave him a flat look before disappearing into the crowd. Cody shifted, feeling more eyes on him now that his assigned Jedi had left him to the wolves.

He spent the next half hour answering probing questions from the Republic’s top socialites and political players. He enjoyed his quick conversation with Senator Organa, discussing how his men were doing on the front and yes, an order for a ration increase would go a long way aboard the Negotiator, thank you very much sir. Other than that he watched painfully obvious flirting between Skywalker and Senator Amidala and shared a miserable look with Rex. All in all it was shaping up to be a fairly boring night.

Which, of course, was thwarted as soon as Cody thought it.

The lights went out in the atrium, leading to shouts and gasps from senators. Burtoni was quick to grab a microphone and promise technical difficulties but it didn’t stop the clones from flicking on their headlamps and Jedi from drawing their sabers.

The discovery that the doors were locked only led to more panic. Burtoni disappeared with one of her aids to fix the problem and the rest of the them went about the proper security protocols. High profile senators were evacuated by the Coruscant Guard using serving droid passageways while Cody and Rex helped corral the rest. At one point Kenobi handed his saber off to them after it became evident that the panic would not abate unless a Jedi came with them. Kenobi had simply rolled his eyes and passed his lightsaber to Cody before announcing the clones were very capable of taking care of everyone themselves.

Cody gave him an inquisitive look, “Are you sure you don’t want this sir? What if you need to fight?”

Kenobi stroked his beard, his expression relaxed, “Myself and other Jedi don’t feel any malicious signatures near this area. My guess is this is a thief’s work, not an assassin’s.”

Cody relaxed a bit, “So we’re safe then?”

“Most likely,” Kenobi sighed and tucked his hands into his ceremonial robes, “And you won’t be far if I do need that back. At the very least it’ll help keep them calm.”

Cody nodded, keeping the weapon outstretched and unsheathed in front of him. Kenobi looked like he was trying not to laugh.

“What?”

“It’s not a bomb,” he said amusedly, “You can hold it like a normal weapon.”

Cody scoffed, “I’ve seen you cut through durasteel with this thing, “I’m not taking chances.”

“Very well,” Kenobi shook his head, his eyes shining with mirth, “Have it your way.”

Cody rejoined the others, receiving a strange look from Rex that he chose not to address. Instead he led them into the kitchen. Rex went around handing out knives and various utensils that could be used as weapons. They didn’t stand a chance if someone with blasters came in, but it helped ease the minds of the guests so Cody had no qualms with it.

“So,” Rex muttered when he rejoined Cody by the doors, “He gave you his lightsaber.”

Cody shrugged, “The guests are calmer now at least.”

“Mhm. And how often does he do that exactly?”

Cody side-eyed Rex, the effect lost with his helmet on, and said, “I don’t know.”

“You know, I haven’t seen you with that belt clip before. What exactly is that for?”

Cody wanted to shrink into his armor, “...a lightsaber.”

“Yeah,” Rex laughed, “That’s what I thought.”

“Shut up,” Cody snapped, his cheeks positively on fire, “I see the way you look at Skywalker.”

Rex sputtered, “That - I do not - if you think even for one sec - he’s married!”

Cody’s head snapped over to him, “What?”

Rex went very very still, “I didn’t say that.”

“No, I’m not sure I heard properly,” Cody turned his full body to face Rex, “What did you say he was?”

“Nothing,” Rex faced the door stiffly, “I didn’t say anything. You didn’t hear anything. We’re doing our jobs normally like normal soldiers.”

“Rex.”

“Cody.”

“Are Skywalker and Amidala married?”

“Are you wearing a lightsaber clip on your belt?”

“I already admitted that, it’s your turn now.”

“...Yes. They’re married.”

Cody stared in shock for a moment before turning back to face the door as well, “Well.”

“Well?”

“Well.” Cody struggled to come up with any reaction to that statement that wasn’t ‘what the fuck Jedi can get married and have lives and fall in love and if Skywalker can do it then -’

He wasn’t going to let himself finish that train of thought.

Rex, of course, read it on him anyway, “Oh Kote, you don’t really think -”

“Shut up,” Cody said quickly, “Don’t want to talk about it.”

Rex sighed, “Just be careful. I get the feeling Skywalker and Amidala have plenty of their own issues.”

Cody didn’t respond. The saber in his hand suddenly felt ten times heavier. He couldn’t help but remember Kenobi’s face that night, open and earnest as Cody fell on top of him.

He needed to shut this thing down. He needed to take the stupid clip off his belt. He needed to hand the lightsaber back and never pick it up again.

The gentle blue glow of Kenobi’s kyber crystal was never meant for him and never would be.

#codywan #lightsaber trope #this is born of a post i reblogged for those without context #obi wan handing his saber to cody and then pulling on it to get his attention hmmmm\#thank you to op for the idea this shit is helping with writers block #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #my writing #my fanfic #star wars tcw

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koohito · 1 year ago

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BY YOUR SIDE | KAMISATO AYATO

tags: FEM!reader, marriage trope, dad ayato, alternate universe, OC (kaizen kamisato), casual inside joke, fluff everywhere (plenty of kisses), reader and ayato can’t keep their hands to themselves (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

wc: 2K

a/n: as my first tumblr fic, i initially wanted this to be shorter (abt 600 words) but i got carried away. also, i wanted this posted on fathers day, but then again i need to make tons of revisions so im a tad late (just pretend this was posted during fathers day hehe). I HOPE U ENJOY ◕⩊◕

Ayato came to a halt, enamored by the sight of you and your two-year-old son sleeping peacefully on your shared bed.

The rainy, lazy Saturday morning at the Kamisato estate seemed to have a cast a tranquil spell. Having finished his morning shower, Ayato donned his khaki shorts and polo shirt, ready to start the weekend task that waited him. The papers on his office table beckoned for his attention, but the gloomy weather and the empty side of the bed tempted him to abandon his tedious work.

Your son had rolled over to your side, holding onto your nightdress while resting his cheek against your chest. He must have rushed to his parents’ bedroom upon being startled awake by the loud thunder, luckily finding the doors unlocked. Unconsciously, you cradle your son’s head, gently nuzzling his temple.

A tender smile graced Ayato’s lips as he observed this scene. Gods, seeing his two most cherished beings in such serenity made him wish to freeze time in this moment. Ayato tossed his hair towel lazily into the hamper before taking out his phone. It’s not even 8 o’clock yet. He captured two pictures of you and your son, snug and cozy, and decided to make one of them his lock screen. Just as he was about to give in to the temptation of returning to bed, a work email notification from one of his business colleagues caught his attention. His jaw clenched abruptly, and he let out a soft sigh.

Approaching your side of the bed, he carefully pulled the comforter over you, making sure not to disturb either of you. Leaning in, Ayato pressed a gentle kiss on his son’s hand still clutching your hip. Then he placed a tender kiss on your exposed shoulder, followed by another on your temple. You stirred briefly before drifting back to sleep.

You knocked on Ayato’s office door, peeking inside to check if he had any scheduled calls before entering. “So, you’ve been wearing my fuzzy slippers! I was searching for them everywhere,” you exclaimed, grinning as you noticed him tapping his feet on the ground with your slippers. Approaching him, you stood behind his swivel chair, wrapping your arms around his chest from the back, your face nestled beside his. “Morning, Ayato,” you greeted, peppering the side of his face with affectionate kisses.

“These slippers are so comfortable, I’m sorry,” he chuckled, setting aside some of the papers to cup your cheek, his eyes still fixed on his laptop screen. “And good morning to you too, my love. Did you sleep well? Is Kaizen awake?”

“Mhm,” you replied, planting a final kiss on your husband’s cheek. “It would’ve been better if you had joined us back in bed,” you remarked while smoothing his chest. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

An hour later had passed when you finally woke up. Your son was no longer nestled beside you, so you assumed he must be in his room or with his father. Swiftly changing your nightdress into something casual, you went through your morning routine. “I only had orange juice this morning and I planned to cook breakfast, but I had an early meeting,” he explained as you watched him organize his papers, neatly tucking them beside a non-fiction entrepreneur book. He swiveled his chair to face you, pulling you onto his lap. “Anything you want for breakfast? I’ll cook,” he offered, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Or, if you prefer, we can go out today since the rain has stopped.”

You genuinely wanted to spend the day out together with your two boys, to make up for the busy weekdays. However, you couldn’t help hesitate as you hadn’t prepared any itineraries for dining or strolling, and the damp weather didn’t make it easier. “I do want to go out honestly, but I’m not sure where we'll go yet. Plus, I know you’re busy with work today, and I don’t wanna trouble you,” you admitted, reaching up to tuck a strand of your husband’s hair behind his ear. A small, tight-lipped smile graced your lips as you offered your thoughts.

Always so considerate, Ayato thought fondly. He let his gaze linger on you for what felt like a minute before leaning back into his chair, pulling you in closer to him, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. “I’m done for the day, my love, so you don’t have to worry,” he reassured you, his thumb tracing idle shapes on your waist. “I know a place that serves breakfast, and we can take a stroll there afterward. They also have a kids’ area that our son will love. We can even stay there for lunch and dinner as well.” Ayato breathed in the scent of your shampoo, planting a quick kiss on your head. “That is, if you want to.”

“Absolutely, that sounds like a perfect plan,” you responded blissfully, the corner of your lips curling up. You shuffle slightly against his lap so you could face him fully and cupped his face in your hands. “Thank you for thinking this through and making time for us, even though I’m sure you still have unfinished business waiting on that desk,” you said, giving him a peck on the lips. “Regardless, it’s the weekend, my love. You deserve some leisure too. I’ll even treat you to a massage place if we come across one today,” you chuckled, gently stroking your thumb on his face. “I love you.”

Ayato had a teasing response in his mind, but you surprised him with a gentle kiss. The citrusy taste from the orange juice he mentioned before mingled with the kiss. He hummed, pulling you closer by the hips as the kiss deepened. He realized that he didn’t need a massage when being with you was the the way to relax. No matter how busy he is with work meetings, he made it clear that his priority was managing his time for you and Kaizen. With a smile on his lips, he caressed your neck, his thumb lightly brushing your jaw.

Three years of marriage, and you never ceased to be deeply enamored by this man. Each day, he managed to make your heart swell with affection. “There’s a kaitenzushi place nearby,” he broke the kiss, and you opened your eyes. “I remember you saying you wanted to try their nigiri sushi before,” he recalls his memory on you watching a video about this sushi train, gushing over how badly you wanna try them and wondered how many dishes you both could finish. “How about we go there for dinner later this evening?” Ayato suggested, lightly nipping your lower lip. “Yeah?”

You nodded in response, endeared the way he remembers. “Okay,” you said, beaming, and he grinned in return. His expression softened into fond amusement as you leaned into the palm of his hand. Your mouths coming together once more, yet before he could lengthen your kiss into another extent, your son came rushing adorably into the room with a ball in his hand.

“Mimi!” he called out in his sweet baby voice that startles you and Ayato. Quickly making space between you but still seated on your husband’s lap, you turned your attention to your son. “Mimi, I, I sit on Dada too,” he exclaimed, his cheerful features and curios eyes assessing his parents before dropping his ball and extending his arms towards you, waiting to be picked up. Kaizen giggled, and you smiled back broadly, reaching out to him tenderly. However, Ayato beat you to it as he scooped up your child in one arm, settling him on his lap.

My boys. It was amusing and heartwarming to realize that despite your son inheriting only the hue and shape of your eyes, he looked like an exact replica of his father. You smiled inwardly, silently watching both of them interact. The way your son’s face lit up with laughter in his father’s presence was a striking resemblance of the two of them together. It's truly amazing, you thought.

You playfully poke your son’s cheeks, making him giggle with delight. “Do you want to take a shower with mommy, baby?” you asked giddily. “We’re going out today, all three of us!”

He squeals with joy and reaches out his arms towards you. “Where we going now, Mimi?” he asks as you lift him up, his arms resting on your shoulder while he stands on your thighs. “I go… go eat ice cream today!”

“Mhm,” his father agrees, patting him on the head. “You can shower with mommy first, and then we’ll get you ice cream.” Ayato clears his throat, his arms slipping around your lower back. You turn your head to look at him, unsure of what he’s about to say. “Unless… Mimi wants dada to join you guys in the shower too?”

“Oh, please,” you say, rising from his lap and swat his shoulder. Carrying Kaizen with you, you give your husband an incredulous look. He burst into laughter, and you can’t help but shake your head, trying to suppress a smile. “Dada has already showered, baby. I think what your dada needs to do is eat his breakfast.” You raise an eyebrow at Ayato.

But your son’s innocent eyes blink at you, and in that instant, you know you’re in for some negotiations. Kaizen not only inherited Ayato’s features but also his stubbornness, or maybe he got it from you. “But, but I want Dada, Mimi! Dada shower too!” he squeals, squirming himself free from your arms. “Dada shower too, please.”

Ayato continues chuckling from behind you, standing up and taking Kaizen from your arms. He grunts playfully as he lifts the boy higher, holding him tightly. Kaizen giggle in excitement in return, swinging his arms in the air. You follow behind them as your husband start walking out of his office. “Kaizen,” he calls, and your son immediately looks at him. “Do you want dada to shower with you?”

“Oh my god, not this again,” you mutter.

“Yes! Me and, and Dada, Mimi shower too!” Kaizen responds.

“Alright, little man, we’ll do that some other time, okay? We’re going to swim in the pool, too. How’s that sound? You like swimming with Mimi in the pool, and we’ll bring your rubber duckies to play with,” Ayato says, kissing his son’s temple. “Would you like that?”

“Yes, dada. I play with duckies at the pool,” he responded, turning his head towards you. “I swim in the pool. Mimi and dada outside the pool, dada.” Kaizen giggle, his dimples popping out from his plump cheeks. “You and mimi shower only.. I play ducks at the pool!”

Just when you thought you were witnessing an adorable father-son conversation, Ayato bursts into laughter again. “You don’t want us to join you in the pool? Mimi will be sad, baby,” he says, trying to contain his laughter.

“Um, I give Mimi duckies! Mimi will be happy, and I give you duckies too, dada!” your son says innocently, clapping his little hands before hugging Ayato’s neck and facing you. “Mimi, I give you duckies in the shower, okay?” he tells you with his big doe eyes.

Goodness, who could say no to this little pumpkin? “Sounds good to me, baby,” you reply, ruffling his hair.

“You sure you don’t want mimi or dada to swim you with you in the pool, Kaizen?” Ayato asks.

He shakes his head while still on Ayato’s shoulder. “Mimi and dada… and duckies in the shower!”

Ayato reaches his free hand out behind him, waiting for you to intertwine your fingers with his. He turns his head towards you, giving you a subtle wink as the corner of his mouth curls up. Your heart flutters.

“Whatever you say, pumpkin,” your husband says, a hint of amusement in his voice as he guides you towards your shared bedroom. “Mimi and dada will stay in the shower then.”

You can only chew the inside of your cheek and give his hand a light squeeze. You son is too smart for his own good at times, but this time you just let it slide, grinning with adoration. Feeling a surge of fondness for your two boys.

#ayato x reader #ayato x y/n #kamisato ayato x reader #genshin impact #genshin oc #kamisato ayato #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin fics

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adaptacy · 1 year ago

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Hi! Love to see someone else who's obsessed with johnny! My request is headcanon/drabble/anything that gets you going about Johnny who happens to get a crush on someone who also is from cannibalistic family from another state/town? I'd like to imagine it's a family of grandpa's old military buddy maybe or something like that? Anyways ily and hope this gives you some inspo! <3

hi anon!! ofc, i already touched on this in my last post but i am more than happy to write a drabble for it!! also the idea of there being like a network of cannibal families that are all lowkey friends is so amusing to me LMAO

this is gonna be from johnny's pov cause his thought process would be fun to write hehe

GN Reader / s/o

"This is so good Mrs. Sawyer! Thank you so much for making this whole meal," they laughed, ripping the meat from the bone as they leaned back in their chair. Mrs. Sawyer chuckled and nodded, taking a bite of her own food.

Johnny narrowed his eyes, trying to get a read on them. Trying to understand something, anything about how the hell someone so gorgeous could be so incredibly fucked up. He knew this way of life was 'bad', he'd heard it from every single one of his victims. Monster this, sick that, fucked up family here, psychopaths there. And yet this stranger, at least to Johnny, sat across from the same dinner table as him, eating the same roasted human meat as him, and was laughing so carelessly about it.

Nancy had explained that they were a grandchild of one of the old man's friends from war, who came from a family not so unlike their own. They'd been flown down here due to some legal trouble, likely concerning the fact that their family were responsible for several murders, in order to hide out. All the way from Colorado.

And they'd complained about the heat. Not the fact that there were, right at this very moment, innocent, live victims tied up in their basement- No, that was hardly a concern. But oh, the Texas heat had them talking.

They were fascinating, really, and Johnny would be more upset that he had to give up his own room for them while they stayed here, but he was far too intrigued by them to care. They swallowed the final bite of their dinner and rose, gathering their plate. Sissy handed hers off as well, and they stopped by Johnny, motioning to his empty plate.

"Want me to take that?" They asked, a grateful smile on their face. Grateful for the dinner. Grateful for this illegal, criminally insane meal. Johnny chuckled.

"That's alright. I's planning on gettin' a glass of water, anyways," he responded, standing up. The rest of the family finished off their meals as Johnny followed them into the kitchen, where they ran the plates under the faucet.

"I don't think I've ever had roasted liver. Feels like a delicacy," they laughed, humming to themselves as they washed the dishes.

"Really? We make it pretty often. It's a hard thing to miss out on," Johnny responded, grabbing a glass and waiting for them to finish.

"Shoot, right," they mumbled, stepped to the side to allow Johnny to fill his glass. He stepped forward, dangerously close to them as he filled up his glass. When he was done, he took a step back and leaned on the counter, watching them as they finished their task.

"Oh, I meant to thank you, by the way. It's really nice of your family to take me in like this. I didn't know Grandpa Wilson was so close to Mr. Sawyer," they said, glancing over at Johnny with a smile.

There was something so innocently cruel about that expression. Like they saw no wrong in what they did. Like they didn't understand the weight of it. But he knew they understood. He knew their experiences were much the same. Johnny showed his experiences in his face, in his eyes, in the way he walked.

But they walked like anyone else. Spoke like anyone else. Smiled like anyone else. They were mesmerizing, and Johnny wished he knew how they did it.

"It's no problem," he replied, sipping his drink. "Sorry if it's messy. Don't often have guests."

"That's alright. I think your knife collection is really cool," they hummed, turning off the sink as they placed the final plate in the dish drainer. "I noticed one was missing, though. Did you lose it?"

"Oh, no," he chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a curved blade. "Just like to keep it on me."

"Oh, sweet. Is it your favorite?" They asked, their head tilted.

"I 'spose you could say that. Gets the job done."

"Is that your carving knife?"

"Carving knife?" He blinked.

"Y'know, for the livestock. The victims, the food, the prey-- whatever you guys call 'em," they giggled, their tone completely free of the eeriness it should've been tainted with. Johnny had nearly forgotten what they were capable of, but at the reminder, he cracked a smirk. Maybe he could impress them.

"Yeah, you could call it that. Does a whole bunch'a things, really. Carves, slices, stabs... Used it to castrate a guy once." Johnny spun the knife in his hand, and they leaned closer.

"I had a favorite, too. But it got grabbed up by the cops. It was really shiny, nice and sharp. My grandma gave it to me when I was eight. Had it ever since. It was a switchblade, and the handle was white. Always looked especially pretty dripping with blood, but it was super easy to clean," they explained, practically gushing.

"I'm sorry to hear that. How'd you get caught, anyways?" Johnny asked, tucking his knife back into his pocket.

"My daddy used a gun to kill one of our prey, they were trying to get away and we needed something ranged. I guess some drivers heard it when they were passing by, and we weren't ready for the cops. Once they found one body, they found 'em all. Couldn't eat them in time," they explained, fidgeting with their hands as they spoke. "I miss them. I've never gone this long without them. That's why I'm so thankful of your family. They remind me of my own."

Johnny frowned, feeling some long buried ache of sympathy for them, but he wasn't granted a chance to respond before Sissy came into the kitchen, requesting their presence. They dipped their head and left, following the brunette back out of the kitchen.

"What is it?" They asked, looking down at the paper bag that they'd been presented with.

"Open it up," Johnny directed, motioning with his hand towards the bag. They raised an eyebrow, but pulled open the bag anyways, and reached inside. They pulled out a black rectangular box, and their confusion only grew. Johnny found the expression adorable, and he was glad he'd decided to go for two rounds of packaging.

"You really didn't need to get me anything. You're already doing plenty enough," they chuckled awkwardly, and Johnny shrugged, crossing his arms.

"Just open it, will ya?"

"Fine, okay." With a deep breath, they pulled off the lid of the box, and an immediate grin spread over their face. They looked between the gift and Johnny, and suddenly jumped towards him, wrapping their arms around him. Johnny was completely taken aback by the hug, and he awkwardly pat their back, only relaxing his tensed muscles when he got the faintest scent of whatever shampoo they'd used. Their hair smelled like flowers, and it reminded him of the garden. It was almost comforting.

They pulled away, finally removing the white switchblade from the box. "I'll take it that you like it?" Johnny chuckled, and they nodded, even giving a short squeal of excitement.

"Are you kidding me? I love it! It's just like the one I had. You're the best, Johnny," they thanked, setting the knife back into the box and putting the cover on it. Right after, they hugged Johnny again, and he let out a quiet sigh, returning the hug much more comfortably this time.

"Say, you ever watched a Texas sunset?" Johnny asked, looking down at them as they pulled out of the hug.

"I can't say I have."

"Well, in about thirty minutes, give or take, the sun'll be goin' down. I know a real good place to sit 'n watch it. Clear your head, maybe," he spoke softly, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn't blushing, but he certainly felt like he was.

"Really? Where?"

"We got a couple sunflower patches out back. Makes for a real pretty sight."

"I'd love to watch the sunset with you," they giggled, setting the box back into the bag. "Let me go put this away, I'll be right back."

"Sure thing," he replied, watching as they turned around and headed up the stairs.

Sissy poked her head in from the dining room, looking Johnny up and down. "Can I come?"

"No," he snapped, immediately frowning. Sissy pouted, but returned to whatever she was doing.

#johnny slaughter #johnny slaughter fluff #johnny slaughter tcm #tcmg #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter headcanons #johnny slaughter drabbles #adapting to johnny slaughter

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rascal-xo · 2 years ago

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I saw your domestic ghost Headcannon and loved it 😍

Please do another where Ghost is domestic with his lovie on Valentine’s Day!

Like what he would plan or do for them as a couple hehe

All My Love | Simon Riley x Female Reader |

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff 🩷🖤🩷🖤 + some minor smut

Word Count: 483

A/N: Hope you like this post!! Lmk what y’all think in the replies :))

Simon may not look like the type but he’s a TOTAL romantic at heart. Loves nothing more than making you feel loved by him. In his mind, Valentine’s day is no exception for doing exactly that.

Is already running on military levels of sleep even when he’s at home with you, so he’ll be up with the sun and attempt to cook you the perfect valentine’s day breakfast. (He basically cooks as well as he drives, but cut him some slack just for cupid’s day)

Makes a mean cup of tea cant deny that 😫 it just runs in his aggressively British blood

Will wake you up with bringing you breakfast in bed, although most of it most likely won’t get eaten. He’ll make the most of being in bed with you early in the morning. Even the mightiest of ghosts have fallen victim to love, and in Simons case he absolutely is okay with that :)

Will want to spend the morning in no other way than to be tangled in the sheets with his woman, doing what he loves most; loving you.

He's not one for big, flashy displays of affection, but he knows how to make you feel special in his own way. Will spend hours just worshipping your body in all the right places and in all the ways he’s learn to know it best. Won’t stop until he knows you’ve had your fill.

Don’t think he’s gone completely soft on you cause he'll make sure to take his time, savoring every moment, until you're writhing beneath him and begging for more.

When he finally does give in, it's with a tenderness and passion that takes your breath away. He'll move with you in perfect harmony, his body pressed tightly against yours as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Simon may not be the most vocal about his emotions, but his actions speak volumes. He’ll slip a dainty locket necklace around you and you stand in front of your mirror, and kiss the back of your neck as he moves your hair back into place.

When you get his something no matter what it is, he’ll always have it on his person. He thinks of you to be his purpose and would go to any lengths to come back home to you.

When he has to go back to the 141 after his time home with you, expect to get letters. His handwriting is one you’ve become accustomed to in the time you’ve known him. The same handwriting you tease him for since it looks like that of a teenage girls which always seems to get him to chuckle.

Bro becomes a Shakespeare variant when he’s away from his woman. He’ll tell you every little thing and you’ll read it over and over again, running your fingers on the locket around your neck, wishing to be in his arms again.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #call of duty smut #ghost x reader #simon riley imagine #ghost x female reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #fanfic

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extralively · 7 months ago

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Bringing You Home

Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character NSFW 9,268 words (jfc) Also posted on AO3 Summary: After leaving a boring clan event, Satoru brings Yura with him to his private quarters on the Gojo Estate. Yura gets to snoop a bit in what is essentially Satoru's childhood bedroom, before the two of them actually get started with the, ahem, after-party...

Here's the new oneshot in the Under the Cover of Shadows series! It takes place immediately after chapter 1 of my fic Deeper in the Dark, but it could also be read as standalone. This was also supposed to be just smut, but then I got carried away playing with my headcanons as to what Satoru's childhood was like lmao and it ended up turning into a bit of a character study for him. Also there's smut.

Anyway, enjoy another accidentally long-ass oneshot! I know you guys were asking for this one, so hopefully I can deliver hehe

“Satoru, where are we going?” Yura asked as he tugged her along by the hand. The sounds of the clan event kept getting further away, which—good. Satoru already had enough dealing with annoying clan people for the night, so he was more than looking forward to just being him and Yura alone, and no one else.

“We’re going for a walk,” Satoru told her, shooting her a grin.

Yura had commented a couple of times about finding the Gojo Estate beautiful to look at, and Satoru supposed he couldn’t deny that fact—although, spending most of his childhood confined to this place did little to endear him to it, since for the longest time he simply couldn’t wait until he was free of all this.

He could, however, see the appeal in taking Yura out for a walk around the Estate, especially when there was no one else around. As the head of the clan, the Estate was something that could be considered unequivocally his territory, and there was an odd giddy feeling inside of him at being able to share it with Yura.

“Just for a walk?” Yura asked, an amused glint in her eyes as she looked up at him. She still kept her hand in his as they walked side by side.

“...For now,” Satoru replied, a sly grin of his own spreading across his face. “Let’s just take the scenic route for a little while.”

Yura only hummed in response, looking back to the front. Satoru was guiding them through a covered outdoor pathway, mostly due to the snow piled up on the ground. Small snowflakes still floated down from the sky every now and then, coating everything in a layer of white, and Satoru briefly lamented that the scenery around these parts was usually prettier during the spring.

Well, he would just have to bring Yura here again some other time, he thought to himself.

A chilly gust of wind passed by, and he felt Yura shiver next to him even if she was wearing the new coat he’d given her. She ended up stepping closer to him then, probably seeking more warmth—even though he was a little disappointed when her hand left his, he couldn’t complain much when she grasped his arm instead, first with one hand and then with her other one. And for the second time that night, Yura was clutching at his arm as she stayed glued to his side, and Satoru couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his face.

They continued walking almost mindlessly through the outdoor paths, passing by several of the buildings that made up the Gojo Estate. Yura seemed to be curious about everything, asking him what each building was for—mostly different residences, he’d answered, although there were a couple of shrines scattered throughout. Most of the non-residential buildings were in a different area... and he supposed that he would just have to show her to those some other time.

“How many people live on the Estate?” Yura asked, still leaning against his side.

“Uh...” He stopped to think. “I’m not sure, actually. Mostly everyone with the Gojo name—you know, my uncles and aunts, their kids, their kids’ kids, some further apart cousins, the live-in employees and servants...”

“...Everyone except the clan head himself,” she replied with an amused smile, and she wasn’t wrong there.

Satoru nodded. “Yup.”

He’d had his family breathing down his neck for the entirety of his childhood and then some; this time, he wanted some actual freedomto live his life without their annoying meddling, thank you very much.

Yura let out a sigh, nodding slightly as she leaned against his side again. They continued walking some more, chatting sometimes, and sometimes just staying in comfortable silence. Satoru was too busy enjoying Yura’s presence there to worry about anything else.

But then her voice interrupted yet another stretch of quiet. “Satoru,” she called, and he turned his head to her. “This walk is going great and all... but are we getting somewhere soon? These heels are really starting to bother me...”

As Yura slowed down to a stop, pulling him with her, Satoru ended up getting a bit of déjà vu. That’s right—one and a half years ago, when Satoru had last brought Yura to the Estate with him, he’d also taken her on a walk like this after they’d left the event. He wasn’t exactly sure why he had decided to do that; he had simply grabbed her hand to pull her away from the stuffy ceremony they’d been forced to attend, and then... she just hadn’t pulled her hand away. So he’d just kept walking, until Yura had complained that her kimono had been a little too tight after all the food they’d eaten.

Satoru snorted. “Why is it always something when we go on walks like these?” He shot her a crooked grin. “Why must you interrupt this lovely atmosphere we have going on?”

Yura stuck her feet out, jiggling her shoe. “You were the one who got me these way too high heels to wear. It’s your fault that my feet can’t handle all this walking.”

Well, that was true. But she did look fantasticwith the heels on, along with the dress he’d gotten her for this event.

Satoru let out an exaggerated sigh, fully turning to face her. “Fine. We’ll go,” he said, but then he got déjà vu again as he stared at Yura in front of him.

...Ah. That’s right. That night, he’d also come this close to kissing her—this close. If Yura hadn’t looked away, he would have definitely done it. Back then, he had tried rationalizing it away as a momentary fluke—the way she had sat by his side in front of his entire clan as his wife had certainly done a number on him, and something inside of him had gotten a little too comfortable with the idea as they’d played along.

But to be honest, he now knew that calling it a fluke had only been him lying to himself, because he had also come this close to kissing her multiple times before and after. As it turned out, he had just really wanted to kiss Yura.

His lips twitched up.

And he could do that now, couldn’t he?

Without a word, Satoru simply leaned forward to press a quick kiss to her lips. When he pulled away, Yura was blinking up at him in surprise, slightly taken aback.

“...What was that for?” she asked, a little amused.

Satoru shot her a small grin. “Just ‘cause I can,” he told her.

Yura gave his chest a light slap, even as she was trying to bite back a smile.

“Alright, come on,” he eventually said, stepping closer to her. And just like last time, he wrapped his arms around her, tugging her body unnecessarily close to him. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, feeling her own arms wrap around his torso, before he teleported them both away.

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Yura was a little confused when they reappeared somewhere still in the Gojo Estate and not in front of his car, like she had expected. They were in a hallway, in front of a closed sliding door, and it did look a little familiar... though Yura wasn’t exactly sure where they were.

“...Where are we?” she asked, stepping away from Satoru as his arms dropped from around her.

Satoru grinned as he moved toward the door. “Why, the party isn’t over yet,” he told her, sliding one side of the door open. “Or better yet, you can call this the after-party.”

As Yura peered inside the room, she suddenly remembered what this place was. These were Satoru’s private quarters inside the Gojo Estate, the ones he rarely used because, well, he didn’t really spend much time around these parts. He had brought her here once, some seven years ago on her first visit, saying that it was the one place where he could be free of his family when inside the Estate.

...Yura suddenly had an inkling as to what Satoru had in mind for this after-partyof his.

“I wasn��t aware there would be an after-party,” Yura said, even as she took off her heels before she stepped inside the room. “That wasn’t on the invitation.” ...There hadn’t really been an invitation.

Satoru was still grinning. “A surprise after-party then,” he said, starting to take off his own shoes. “But, really, you should have seen this coming.”

She really should have.

They both moved inside, Satoru turning on the lights before he helped her take off her coat, hanging it with his. Yura ended up getting a little distracted admiring the place again—this was essentially Satoru’s childhood bedroom, wasn’t it? Well, it was a little more than a bedroom—Yura was only familiar with the main sitting area where she and Satoru had had tea that one time, but there was still one doorway leading to what she knew to be the bedroom, and also another one that she wasn’t sure where it led to. It was almost like he had a whole apartment of his own inside his house, and Yura wondered how much time he would spend in here alone, given everything that he’d told her over the years...

“Young master?” a voice came from outside, following a knock on the door. The voice was familiar—that was Hanae, wasn’t it? Satoru’s old caretaker (read: babysitter), and probably the one person inside the Estate that he actually liked.

“Yeah?” Satoru replied, turning to the door and sliding it open again. Sure enough, Hanae was standing outside, and she gave him one deep bow in greeting before she spotted Yura, shooting the younger woman a warm smile and bowing to her as well.

“It’s good to see you again, Yura-san,” Hanae called, and Yura gave her a similar bow in greeting.

“You too,” Yura replied. She had first met Hanae on her first visit to the Estate, but they had definitely run into each other a few times in the years since. Mostly in Satoru’s apartment, since Hanae was the one coming in to tidy up his place every week; and since Yura had started spending more and more time over at Satoru’s... she had definitely begun to run into the older woman more often in the past year or so...

“I’m sorry to interrupt, young master,” Hanae said, bowing her head down to Satoru again. “But I’m afraid the head of the Kamo clan has requested your presence.”

Satoru’s mood suddenly did a one-eighty, and he let out an aggravated sigh. “Seriously? I’m busy—We can talk some other time.”

Hanae pressed her lips together for a moment. “...I’m afraid that this might be some official business,” she eventually said. “They stressed it was important—I believe it is regarding a possible marriage match between the two clans.” She shot him an apologetic smile.

Satoru was silent for a moment before his shoulders sagged. “Fine,” he caved, and Yura had to wonder if they’d sent Hanae here to fetch him because she seemed to have a way of talking him into things. Yura supposed that the other woman just had plenty of practice dealing with his difficult kid self. “But this’ll have to be quick—I don’t need to be involved in this...” he finished by grumbling out the words. He grabbed his coat with an exaggerated sigh, before he suddenly turned back to Yura and pointed a finger right at her face. “You. Don’t go anywhere,” he said in mock-seriousness. Then his face shifted into a grin. “The after-party is still on.”

Yura was trying to bite back a grin as she pretended to be bothered. “Just don’t take too long,” she said, setting a hand on her hip. “...Also, I can’t promise I won’t snoop.”

Satoru continued grinning as he slipped his coat back on. “Snoop away,” he said.

Satoru eventually left with Hanae, leaving Yura alone there in his private quarters. And as she turned away from the door, looking over the place, her urge to snoop was strong.

To start off, she shot the living area a long cursory glance as she gave the place a once-over. Not much seemed to have changed since her first visit—much like the rest of the house, this room was also elegantly decorated in mostly traditional Japanese décor, with a low table (a kotatsu, actually) in the center where she and Satoru had drank tea last time, a couch against a wall, and a few bookshelves scattered throughout. There was, however, a very modern TV on top of a console against the wall, but otherwise, this place could have passed as something from another time entirely.

And there also wasn’t much Satoru from what she could see, nothing that would really indicate this place as being his. She wondered if that was because he’d long since moved out and had probably taken most of ‘his’stuff with him—but Yura also remembered Satoru mentioning that he hadn’t actually been allowed to redecorate as a child, hence why he ended up going nuts decorating his dorm room after he’d moved into the school.

Yura strolled across the room, glancing at the books on the shelves as she moved past them to peek through the doorway that led to the bedroom. She flicked the light switch on as she walked through the door, taking in the sight; again, there wasn’t much there. A low bed against a wall, a couple of dressers on the other side (even though she was pretty sure one of the western-style doors in the room also led to a closet), a smaller low table with some seats on the far end of the room, and another TV on the wall—nothing very distinct. Was this really how his bedroom had always looked, or had this been redecorated after Satoru had grown up? The bed was way too big for one single kid, although the thought of a kid Satoru sleeping sprawled out on the king-sized bed was pretty amusing—and very on-brand. He did like to spread out; when she would sleep next to him, he would often use her as a mattress instead.

...Or maybe he just liked spreading himself on top of her.

For a little while, Yura busied herself examining the room, peeking in through the western-style doors (one a bathroom and the other, yep, a closet), and then deciding to indeed snoop by opening the drawers on Satoru’s bedside tables. Now this finally felt more like Satoru—mostly normal stuff like phone chargers, a tablet, some candy (she snorted—yep, that’s him); just regular stuff she knew he also kept by his bed in his own apartment. Opening the bottom drawer, however, finally revealed something that seemed more childhood-like: it was an old handheld game console, with a few game cases carefully stored next to it. Yura knew that Satoru must have had multiple different game consoles throughout the years (a few of which she’d seen him using back in school), and that he hadn’t actually kept most of them—so she had to wonder why this one. Maybe it had some kind of special significance, she theorized. She would just have to ask him later.

(She also found a box of tissues and, ahem, lotion, in one drawer, and Yura’s lips tugged up; now, was that a recent Satoru thing or was that a remnant from his teenage days, she wondered...)

Tired of snooping in the bedroom, Yura made her way back to the main sitting area and walked to the unknown closed room, her curiosity not yet sated. This unknown room turned out to be nothing more than some kind of study, or so she guessed—it also had a low table in the middle, but this one felt more like a desk, with the handful of papers and writing implements scattered on top of it. The number of bookcases spread around the room also helped give it that study feeling.

Yura moved further inside as she examined things with a careful eye, briefly noting that a lot of the books on the shelves actually looked more like textbooks. That’s right, Satoru had been largely homeschooled, hadn’t he? At least before going to Jujutsu Tech. Yura looked over at the desk, suddenly trying to picture child Satoru sitting there and studying diligently—and she snorted. Somehow, she had doubts—but he was infuriatingly smart regardless of how much time he had actually spent studying at school, so who knows. Maybe he’d just had a verythorough education beforehand.

As the picture of a young Satoru studying in this room stuck in her mind, though, Yura looked over the room again. Had this been where he’d studied—where he would take his lessons? Satoru had complained several times during school about the amount of time his family had forced him to spend studying (‘And so I can afford to take it easy now,’ he would tell her, much to her indignation as he simply skipped regular classes), but she would have expected his private quarters to have some kind of toy room attached to them, instead of this somber study room. And she somehow didn’t think it was because this room had been cleaned out since he’d moved away...

Yura sighed, looking around.

To be honest, the more she thought about Satoru’s childhood, the more it seemed oddly lonely. Sure, he was the strongest; sure, he had enough money to buy anything he could have possibly wanted... but what good did it do when he could only enjoy it all alone?

Satoru had told her all about his family keeping the fabled Gojo heir confined to the Estate for the entirety of his childhood—‘for his protection,’ they would say. Yeah, that was a reason, but that just meant that Satoru had grown up isolated—if not deliberately being kept away from most people, then just by virtue of being who he was. No wonder he had been such an asshole when they’d first met—that had been his first actual foray into the ‘real word’, hadn’t it? Aside from all those times he had snuck out as a kid (see, that’s what you get for being so overly controlling: you end up with a strongest sorcerer with a rebellious streak instead). It was honestly no surprise that he had been such a spoiled brat with poor social skills when he’d first come to Jujutsu Tech.

And it also shouldn’t have been so surprising to see his quarters so bare, so devoid of personality, considering the controlling nature of his family. Even his current apartment usually seemed a little too clean for someone like Gojo Satoru, so that was definitely a habit that seemed to have been forcefully developed during his childhood regardless of the rebellious nature he had grown to have since then.

...But then as her eyes stumbled upon a figure propped up between a few books, Yura had to smile. Finally, she thought. There he is. That was Digimon, wasn’t it? At last, a little splash of personality inside the otherwise nondescript room, and Yura looked fondly at the worn-out toy that suddenly reminded her of a time when Satoru would sit her down to watch this anime whether she liked it or not.

‘It’s so much better than Pokémon!’ he would insist. ‘I must bestow you with good taste.’

Yura eventually continued looking over the many shelves, her eyes roaming over the titles of all these textbooks. She was kinda impressed at all the advanced reading that pre-high school Satoru had been doing, even though she knew that Satoru was smart-smart... despite acting like an idiot most of the time. But then she stopped in her tracks again.

There was a picture frame on one of the middle shelves, the only photo frame in this whole place. Yura knew that Satoru didn’t have the habit of hanging up pictures in his place, despite them taking many photos together on their phones—so this photo frame in particular immediately piqued her curiosity. She bent down, picking it up—and it surprised her a little, even if it was exactly what she should have expected.

There were two people in the photograph, one that Yura clearly recognized as being Satoru’s father—looking much younger than now—and the other one a boy... who Yura took a couple of seconds to recognize as Satoru himself. The white hair and blue eyes should have been a dead giveaway, but it still took her a moment; maybe it was the fact that Yura had never seen any pictures of Satoru as a kid, or maybe it was the unusually serious expression on his face. And not just serious—scowling, like he didn’t want to be there... which she guessed was probably the case. Both father and son were standing next to each other, facing the camera, his father’s hand on his shoulder in what clearly looked to be an ‘official’ photograph of some kind.

Yura studied the photo closely; this was actually her first glimpse into what Satoru had looked like as a kid. He looked young—very young—but she couldn’t be sure how old he was in the picture, so she couldn’t tell if he’d always been that tall or if he ever used to be of a normal height. His hair was shorter than when she’d first met him, almost choppily messy despite the fact that he was wearing what looked like a formal kimono along with his father, and he also wasn’t wearing any sunglasses at this time. His cheeks were round with baby fat, far different from the Satoru she knew today but not that different from the fifteen-year-old Satoru she had met over a decade ago, and, well... he kinda looked adorable.

She could just squeeze his chubby, grumpy cheeks.

And speaking of which, Yura started to feel the man in question approaching long before she ever heard him open the main door.

“Yuraaa,” she heard him call, moving towards where she was standing. “Where are you snooping...”

Satoru popped up in the doorway, shooting her a grin, and Yura bit back a smile. “You done with... whatever they wanted you for?” she asked.

Satoru let out a sigh as he approached her, stopping right behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “It was dumb,” he replied, pressing his face to her hair. “Some far-removed Gojo clan member and some even more far-removed Kamo clan member were trying to arrange a marriage between themselves, and apparently they needed the clan heads’ approval for that.” He suddenly dropped his chin to her shoulder, grumbling, “Just get married, don’t drag me into it...”

Yura huffed out a laugh, leaning back against him. “Do you need to approve every marriage in the clan or something?”

He shook his head, even as he kept it pressed against her shoulder. “No, just between the three major clans,” he replied. “Something something not wanting a clan’s inherited technique to fall into another clan’s hands. Blah.”

That definitely sounded like something that would be taken seriously by the three clans, but trust Satoru to treat it with the same seriousness as stepping on gum.

“So,” Satoru started again. “Whatchu got there?”

Yura smiled. “You,” she answered, turning the photo toward him. She tapped his face on the photograph with a finger. “You look so grumpy here.”

Satoru let out a sigh. “Official photo time was always boring,” he said, and she wasn’t surprised. He buried his face in her neck again, almost whining against her skin as his glasses poked at her cheek.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a photo of you as a kid,” she told him. She grinned. “Look at your chubby cheeks.”

Satoru huffed out a laugh against her neck. “I know, I know, I was adorable.”

She half-heartedly rolled her eyes. “An adorable menace, I’m sure.”

“I mean...” Satoru heaved out another breath against her skin, shifting slightly behind her. “Are we gonna keep talking about kid me or are we gonna... get to the good stuff?”

And as if to make a point, she felt his lips press against the crook of her neck, and Yura tried biting back a grin. Of course.

---

Satoru felt a little... odd.

It wasn’t like Yura had never visited his private quarters in the Gojo Estate before, but something about having her there now was throwing him for a loop.

These days, there was a very clear distinction between what he considered to be clan life and his regular day-to-day life. It’d started many years ago when he’d left for Jujutsu Tech, finally able to break away from the suffocating grip his family had on him—and over the years, he’d been able to keep both parts of his life fairly well-separated. It wasn’t entirely intentional on his part; it had simply happened that way. His family didn’t bother him when it came to his job, and he usually only had to deal with clan-related business when he visited the Estate.

And this division extended to the people in his life as well—his family tended to stay away once he wasn’t around the Estate, and the friends he’d made after leaving for school didn’t usually get involved in clan matters nor frequent the same places his family did.

Which was probably why having Yura there, in the room he grew up in, felt so odd—like two worlds colliding entirely.The only person that had straddled the line between the clan and non-clan parts of his life had been a certain someone that would not be named—the only other person from outside that had ever visited his quarters here.

...But that couldn’t be the reason for this weird feeling in him, could it? At least not entirely. He had brought Yura here once, many years ago, and they’d had tea in his living area—and yeah, sure, it had felt a little strange back then too, but not thisstrange. This was a similar kind of feeling to what he’d felt when he took Yura with him to that clan ceremony a year and a half ago—seeing her there next to him, surrounded by his family and his clan...

It was... odd. Like he had just slotted her in an entirely new place in his life, where she fit... a little too well. Odd, but not a bad kind of odd.

So he decided to just ignore that weird feeling and busy himself by pressing his lips to her neck instead.

“Is this the only reason you brought me here?” Yura asked, amused. He vaguely noticed her placing the photo frame back on the shelf before she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck.

He’d truly made a wonderful choice picking this dress for her. With her entire neckline bared to him, he was able to trail his lips up and down an unbroken expanse of skin, going up her neck then down to her shoulder and back again. There was only the delicate chain of her necklace in the way, but he hardly minded it considering how she always wore it anyway. “Couldn’t exactly do this in front of everyone...” he replied, letting his teeth gently scrape the side of her neck, and he felt Yura shiver against him. “Even though I kind of wanted to.”

He heard Yura huff out a laugh. “Well, at least you behaved.”

He grinned against her neck—time to finally misbehave, then.

Satoru’s hands had been resting on her waist, and he let them drift further forward. His palms slid over Yura’s stomach on top of her dress, enjoying the way the softness and firmness of her body felt against his hands. As his thumb brushed over the underside of a breast, he was a little disappointed to find that she was, in fact, wearing a bra... but oh well. That would come off soon enough. So he pressed his nose to the side of her throat as he let his hands slide up to squeeze both of her soft mounds, and Yura laughed again.

“Someone’s getting handsy,” she said, letting her head fall back against him. His other hand drifted down again, splaying his fingers open over her stomach to press her body back into his... maybe only proving her point further. His lips pressed a kiss underneath her ear, feeling her sigh against him, and he kissed her there again—if he was getting handsy, then did this mean he was getting lipsy as well?

He grinned some more, but his grin ended up falling when Yura pulled away from him. He straightened himself up as he looked at her in confusion.

“Maybe we shouldn’t get handsy in your... study room,” she said, but she had a smile on her face as she stepped closer to him, her hands resting on his chest as she pressed her front to his.

His grin came back. “Why not?” he asked. His head dipped closer to her, his lips approaching hers.

But Yura pulled away before he could reach her once again, a mischievous look on her face. So she was in a teasing mood huh? Well, at least her hands took a hold of his as she stepped back, pulling him with her, and he let her lead him along.

Yura guided them back into the living area and then tugged him into the bedroom with her, and Satoru’s grin widened. Yura was still holding on to both of his hands, so once they were both sufficiently inside, she simply tugged his body to hers, pressing their fronts together again.

“This feels like a better place to start the after-party,” she said, her head tilting up towards his.

He was still grinning as he nodded. “That’s fair,” he said, and finally lowered his mouth to hers.

A sigh escaped him as they locked their lips together, his hands coming up to cup her face and bring her closer—he’d been wanting to do this all night. Maybe even in front of everyone—his family, the Kamo clan, the Zen’ins, all the elders and higher ups in attendance—he had been wanting to pull her to him and kiss her so everyone would see. He had refrained from doing that, of course, as Yura probably wouldn’t have appreciated it, so he’d had to hold himself back all night instead.

But not now. Now he could let his tongue taste her lips as he wished, enjoying the way her own tongue reached out to brush against his own. He could tilt her head slightly so he could kiss her deeper, feeling her hands tightening on his shirt against his sides as she pressed herself closer. He could just... get lost in her, just like this.

Satoru’s fingers slipped into her hair, enjoying the softness of the strands as he kept her face as close as possible. Yura herself was pressing her body tightly against his, and he could feel her pushing herself up on her toes to get even closer. See? This was why he’d gotten her those heels—Yura was pretty tall herself, but those heels would have helped them get on more even ground.

...Although, to be fair, she wasn’t likely to wear heels in the bedroom. Ah, well.

Yura’s nose bumped against his sunglasses as their mouths moved together, and it prompted her to pull away from him. She herself raised her hands to pluck the glasses off his face with a grin, but instead of tossing them somewhere else, she only folded them back up and slipped them between her breasts, leaving it hanging off the front of her dress.

His eyes, of course, followed along, and his gaze was immediately stuck to her cleavage.

Yura really needed to wear strapless tops more often...

“So,” Yura started, and Satoru had been so entranced by the way her breasts looked in that dress that he hadn’t noticed she was actually stepping away from him. “This is your childhood bedroom.”

Satoru’s eyes finally left her chest, and when they did, the sight suddenly struck him.

The four walls of this room were ones he was intimately familiar with; this was where he’d spent most of his childhood before he was able to break away from all of it and build his own life for himself. To be honest, most of his happy memories had taken place outside of here—even now, after all this time, this place still felt as stifling as it used to be when he was a kid, so he usually avoided it as much as possible.

But having Yura there with him now—why was it making him feel... something?

“What?” she asked, a confused smile on her face at his prolonged silence.

Satoru stared at her for another long moment, taking in the sight of Yura standing right there in his childhood bedroom, before he mentally shook himself out of it. “Nothing,” he replied, stepping closer to her. “Just thinking that you should really let me buy you dresses more often.”

Yura rolled her eyes even if she still had a smile on her face, and before he could get his hands on her again, she turned her back to him. “Well, now you’re gonna have to help get me out of this dress instead,” she said, handing his sunglasses back to him over her shoulder.

Satoru grinned, taking the glasses and slipping them into his pocket. “Happy to oblige.”

The first thing Satoru did was brush her long hair over her shoulder, exposing her back to him. He let his hands linger on her bare skin above the line of her dress, tracing the faint scars there; as much as the sight of her bare legs drove him crazy, he had also developed a fondness for the line of her shoulders, the contours of her collarbone, the movements of her shoulder blades...

Satoru lowered his lips to the crook of her neck again, pressing a soft kiss to her bare skin. He let his hand trace down the dip of her back until he reached the edge of her dress, fingers finding the zipper there and slowly tugging it down. His mind briefly wondered how she had put it on without any help, realizing with an amused laugh that she must have used her own technique to do so. But any other thoughts on the matter were quickly wiped away once he had fully undone the zipper, letting the dress slide down her body to pool at her feet.

Yura was wearing a similarly pale pink matching underwear set, and Satoru had to pull away slightly to admire how the strapless bra and panties hugged her curves just right. He let a hand slide down her back, briefly brushing over her ass as she turned around, facing him; she had an almost knowing smile on her face, but then she once again pulled away from him as she let her smile turn into a sly one.

“You’re overdressed, by the way,” she said as she stepped towards the bed. She sat down on it and then shuffled back towards the middle, and Satoru could only stare once more.

Yura, in her underwear, sitting on his bed at the Gojo Estate—

How many times had he laid on his back on this very same bed, staring up at the sky through the ceiling as he wondered if there was more to life than just lessons, lessons, lessons. If there was anything actually interesting out there for him, away from the Gojo Estate somewhere. Something fun and exciting, something he could look forward to—

Oh, there was definitely something alright, he thought. And it was currently sitting on top of that very same bed, looking up at him curiously.

“You’re really spaced out today,” Yura commented, and he was suddenly brought back to the present. No more getting distracted, he thought to himself.

“Well, you know,” he started, letting his eyes focus on Yura’s bare skin, the fabric of her underwear hiding the most interesting bits from him... for now. “I’ve just never had sex with anyone in here before.”

Yura looked at him with amusement in her eyes, tilting her head at him for a moment. “I mean, you’re not gonna be having any sex if you just stand there like a doofus,” she said. Satoru had to admit that she had a point. “So, strip.”

And to emphasize her point, Yura reached behind her and unclasped her bra, promptly tugging it off to throw it at him.

Ah, fucking hell... what a sight.

The garment smacked him on the face as Satoru kept staring, his eyes completely focused on her bare chest. Then he immediately startled himself into action, quickly pulling off his sweater and undershirt in one go before reaching down to undo his belt. His pants felt tight as he pushed them down his legs, tossing them off to the side as he rushed towards the bed, his eyes set on one singular goal—and he didn’t waste a second as he moved towards Yura, finally landing face-first on one of her wonderfully soft breasts.

Yura gasped as his mouth closed over one of her nipples, sucking on it and letting his tongue swirl around the hardened bud. One of her hands slipped into his hair as she leaned back but still pushed her chest forward, and Satoru hummed in approval—definitely a better angle for him to delight himself there. He could never get enough of the way she felt in his mouth, how it felt when he sucked the bud and some of the softness inside before releasing it and tasting her skin with his tongue. And he couldn’t just focus on one, that just wouldn’t be fair—so he removed his mouth from her before quickly capturing her other breast instead.

This was a much better end to a boring clan event, that’s for sure. This might just be the most fun he’d ever had in the Gojo Estate—ever.

And Satoru could have stayed there on Yura’s chest for hours—if Yura herself hadn’t gotten impatient, grabbing his head and pulling him up to hers. Their mouths met again and Satoru couldn’t complain, and as Yura’s hand found his own chest, sliding over his skin and making him shiver—he could complain even less.

Yura ran her hands over his muscles, squeezing at his skin, briefly pinching his own nipples and making his breath hitch. But Yura wasn’t satisfied with just that, no; as their tongues brushed against each other, her hand moved lower. Satoru’s mind was definitely paying close attention to her scorching touch, but still—as her hand finally squeezed him over his underwear, he almost jumped in surprise, grunting against her mouth at the feeling.

Yura pulled away from him then, and he didn’t have to open his eyes to see the cheeky grin she was sporting. But his mind was otherwise preoccupied, as her mouth had left his but not her hand—she was still massaging him over the fabric of his underwear, and if Satoru hadn’t been painfully hard before, he definitely was now.

“Satoru,” she called, and he eventually opened his eyes to meet hers. Her hand continued her ministrations down below, and his hips were almost rolling into her touch. “You said you had never had sex in here before, didn’t you?”

Satoru only vaguely hummed an agreement, letting the hand that had slipped into her hair slide down her front, absentmindedly squeezing one of her breasts.

Her grin widened. “What about a blowjob?”

Satoru suddenly froze. His eyes opened wider as he stared at her.

Yura, Yura, Yura...

Why was she always so good to him?

Yura’s cheeky grin never wavered as she pushed him back, sadly removing her hand from him, but he still throbbed nonetheless at the thought of what was to come.

What was to come—heh.

Hopefully him. And her. And her again. And them both—

Yura guided him to sit back down at the edge of the bed, rotating his body along with her as she stepped back onto the floor. She shot him a look as she stood in front of him, although Satoru got a little distracted by her bare chest right in front of his eyes. But when she bent down, tugging his underwear down his hips, Satoru eagerly assisted with its removal—almost dazedly watching as she finally knelt down between his legs, her hands on his thighs.

And when she finally grasped his member in her hand, he went a little crazy. Then she took him into her mouth and he almost went full insane.

Truly, he could never get tired of this. Actually, Yura only seemed to be getting better and better at this kind of thing every time she knelt down between his legs—she ran her tongue over him just right, she sucked him in just the right amount, her mouth and hands working in tandem to make him fully lose it.

Satoru threw his head back, one of his hands slipping into her hair but still letting her do whatever she needed to do—she sure didn’t seem to need his help. But then his eyes opened, lowering his head back down to take in the sight between his legs—and he instead ended up catching sight of everything instead, his brain once again struck by just where they were, and who he was with. He had so many memories of this place, of this room, most of them not particularly happy or fun; and now, Yura was there. In the middle of all of it. Her presence warming up this cold room... in more ways than one. (His body sure was getting very hot.)

Yura was bobbing her head up and down on him, and the feeling of him sliding in and out of her hot mouth was definitely getting him close. Too close, but also not close enough—something inside of him wanted to bury himself in her completely, so this wouldn’t do.

Yura shot him a questioning look as he pushed her back, still keeping him in her hands. But he didn’t say anything as he surged forward, wrapping an arm around her torso to tug her to him as he hitched one of her legs over his hip. Her arms came up to hold on to his shoulders as he maneuvered them both around, swiftly depositing her on the bed and positioning himself between her legs.

Satoru had to stop for a moment to admire the sight again, of Yura in this bed, his bed—in this room. It brought a weird, warm feeling to his stomach that Satoru couldn’t quite name, so he decided to push it all aside as he lowered himself on top of her to capture her lips with his own again.

It felt both strange and familiar, being with Yura like this here. Comfortingly familiar was when he let his hand slide down her body, squeezing a soft breast in the process, and found the waistband of her underwear; strange was when he pulled back briefly to tug the undergarment down her legs and caught sight of Yura sprawled out bare in the same bed he’d spent the first half of his life in.

His once home—his clan home. The place he’d thought he would only ever bring his eventual wife to, for... well, this.

Yura’s hands started groping his chest in the best way possible as he lowered himself back down to her, locking their lips together again. Their mouths were sloppy against each other, hands all over the other’s body, and Satoru couldn’t take it anymore—he wanted to be back in her, now. Not her mouth, this time; instead, his hand slid down to grab at his own member, Yura letting out a small gasp as he immediately pressed his length against her, slipping between her folds. He rubbed himself up and down there, coating himself in her wetness, letting the head of him slip down to briefly press against her entrance before sliding back up, rubbing himself against her clit before sliding down again. It was only a tease, really; even as Satoru was feeling a little impatient, his body craving more of her heat, he wanted to make sure it would be a... smooth ride inside, one might say.

But it seemed that Yura herself was also growing restless; every time that he slid down on her folds, pressing against her entrance, her hips would roll up against him as she almost urged him in. And who was he to continue denying her?

So the next time he slid down and found her entrance, he finally notched himself inside and pushed into her.

His forehead dropped to the bed next to her head, the feeling of being continuously squeezed by her walls incomparable to anything else. She felt so hot and so tight as he slowly sheathed himself inside, feeling her fingers pressing down on his back and urging him in further. Which was what he did—he kept pressing in, feeling her walls stretching open to accommodate him. His free hand eventually slid down to grasp at her hip and angle it up, allowing him to finally slot himself all the way inside; and as his hips met hers, feeling himself fully encased in her, he let out a shuddering breath against her ear.

There truly was no other feeling like this in the world. It was like sliding home; not just the way her tight heat wrapped around his member, but the way she was wrapped all over him—her legs bracketing his hips, her chest brushing against his with every breath she took, her hand digging into his back as her other hand slid down to grasp at his buttocks—it was almost like all of her was trying to urge him in even deeper.

So he obliged. He shifted his hips even closer, feeling himself push in just a tad bit deeper.

He really could stay here like this forever, couldn’t he?

Satoru breathed in and out against the side of her head, just basking in the feeling.

...Okay, so he could stay here forever, but maybe not stay still—his body started craving more, so he eventually started to move his hips slowly. He pulled himself out, then slid back all the way in, his nose pressed against the side of her head, nuzzling in as he breathed in her scent. Satoru was enjoying himself a little too much feeling the ridges of her walls drag over his length almost painfully slowly, but somehow just right.

He wasn’t going to continue with this pace all night, of course. There was more fun to be had.

His hips started moving faster, thrusting down into her. Her touch began drifting all over his body as he moved himself in and out of her with increasing speed, and her hands managed to leave both shivers and a scorching trail in their wake. It only drove him further, his hips thrusting into her faster, the continued squeeze and release of her walls around him making his muscles tense as he craved more. More heat, more speed, more space to move—the hand that had been grasping her hip moved up to her leg instead, urging her thighs to spread wider for him, and she wordlessly obliged. Something in his stomach coiled in pleasure as she gave him full unrestricted access to her heat, and he took full advantage of that to thrust into her unimpeded.

Satoru’s mind had long disconnected from the situation, letting his body’s natural impulses drive him along. As his hips kept moving, his nose and lips continued trying to press themselves closer to her, nuzzling the side of her head, his lips finding a combination of skin and hair and more skin as his face brushed against her. As Yura’s thighs fell open completely and he no longer had the need to hold them that way, he was able to free up his hand to happily start exploring her body with his touch... immediately finding her breast again and squeezing her softness in his hand once more.

There was nothing else at that moment but him and her, together. And Satoru would have liked it to stay that way—so when he sensed a familiar energy approaching, his Six Eyes glancing through the walls to the outside on instinct alone, he suddenly snapped his hips into her with an annoyed grunt and stayed there.

Yura, in turn, let out a gasp at the sudden roughness, her walls squeezing him briefly and making him realize just what he’d done. Oops would have been his thought if it hadn’t actually felt good.

“What?” Yura breathed out, half confused and half dazed at the feeling. “What... is it?”

Satoru’s eyes briefly glanced at the figure of his father standing outside of his quarters before sliding his gaze away (this was not what he wanted to be looking at in the middle of sex). But when he raised himself up slightly on his elbow to meet Yura’s eyes—the sight of her flushed face as he stayed buried inside of her had him pause for a moment.

“Just...” he eventually said. “An annoying visitor. He’ll go away soon enough.” Satoru had long made sure that his family were not to go inside his quarters without permission, so his father would eventually just leave once he got no answer.

Yura glanced up in the direction of the bedroom door before looking up at him. “...You don’t think they can hear us, can they?”

“Probably not,” Satoru answered, and immediately snapped his hips into hers again, making her bite back a gasp. He grinned.

Yura shot him a mock-annoyed look, but when he thrust into her again, she definitely looked like she was enjoying it.

He wasn’t worried about anyone overhearing them—his quarters were at the far end of this building, and there was still the whole living area between the bedroom and the outside... even if the walls weren’t really all that thick.

“Besides,” Satoru said, his voice coming out a little breathless as his hips continued the harsher thrusting into her. “I told you... my family would probably throw a party... if they knew what we’ve been doing.”

Yura’s face was scrunching up in pleasure as she tried keeping her eyes open to look up at him. “I don’t think... I don’t think it’s the sex part... they’re interested in.”

“No...” Satoru agreed. His mouth was slightly parted as he stared down at her flushed face, and he was pretty sure his was the same way. “They just want the resulting bit.” And he thrust himself into her again.

Yura’s eyes met his, a strange look passing between the two of them. “...That does have to come... from somewhere,” she said, her voice amused.

And when he thought of where that somewhere might be, it made his hips immediately snap into her without his permission, his head suddenly spinning.

Following this new pace, Satoru’s hips continued moving in rough, deep thrusts, while he still kept himself raised slightly above her in one arm. This meant that his eyes never left hers, despite their occasional fluttering, that same strange look still lingering in the air.

“So...” Yura let out, her eyes fluttering more and more as he increased his pace. “Is that what they would think... that we’re doing?��

“Yep,” he replied, his eyes never wavering from her face as his mouth worked on its own, seemingly disconnected from his brain... “That this is me putting a baby in you.”

When the words finally registered in his own ears, his hips suddenly snapped into her harder. Well, shit.

And it took him a second to register the fact that Yura’s own hand had drifted down her body, reaching the nub there and rubbing. Her eyes had fluttered closed, but she managed to force them open as she stared up at him. “...Well, you can try,” she breathed out, her voice a mix of amusement, defiance, and a simple statement of a fact.

It drove Satoru insane, and his hips only matched the state of his brain.

Yeah, he could try.

Satoru’s gaze locked on the golden flecks of her eyes as he pushed himself into her, the only thing going through his head was her name on repeat like a mantra going Yura, Yura, Yura—

He only vaguely noticed her hand increasing speed between her legs, as her face started to shift and scrunch up more often. He matched her pace with his hips, driving himself into her again and again and again—

Until when Yura suddenly cried out, throwing her head back and arching into him. The sight, the sound, the feeling—it was all too much, immediately pushing him over the edge, and he drove himself in as far as he could go with a cry of his own. His hips were pressed flush against hers as his climax hit him, and he finally released himself fully inside of her.

As waves of pleasure crashed over him, Satoru buried his head against the side of her neck again as he curled himself into her. He could feel himself spilling deep inside of her, her walls spasming around him and milking him for all that he’s worth. The head of his length was definitely pressed against something inside as he tried to push himself in even further, and if he knew enough biology, considering what they had just been saying—

Well, the thought of his release slipping into her womb was already getting him ready for round two.

(...If it weren’t for birth control, his family would have definitely already gotten that heir they want so much.)

But for the moment, Satoru allowed his muscles to relax.

The way their chests moved against one another as they both caught their breaths was almost hypnotic as he came down from his high. His senses were overwhelmed with Yura—all Yura.

...He wasn’t complaining. He only pressed a kiss against her jawline when he had finally recovered enough.

“That’s... one hell of an after-party,” she eventually breathed out, and Satoru had to huff out a laugh as he raised himself on one arm again.

“Much better than the party itself,” he added, peering down at her. Her cheeks were still flushed, her hair wild around her head, and he raised his free hand to brush some stray strands away from her face.

“I mean...” Yura looked up at him, her lips tugging up into a cheeky grin. “That’s not saying much...”

Satoru’s mouth widened into a grin of his own. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure the after-party lasts as long as the actual party did,” he said, and to punctuate his words, he rolled his hips against hers, feeling him move inside of her still.

Yura huffed, amused. “Of course,” she said. Her legs came up to wrap themselves around his waist, locking him in.

This was, one hundred percent, the most fun he’d ever had inside his family home.

End notes: So, what we've gathered from this oneshot and the previous one (Movie Night) is that yes, both Satoru and Yura have developed breeding kinks. Yes, that is his family's fault for bringing up heirs so much. No, they're still in denial over their own feelings even though it was staring at them right in the face.

Anyway, I really like exploring Satoru's character, and I really like writing smut lmao. Best of both worlds! Throw in a lot of Satoru completely glossing over his own feelings and we've got a wining combo here!

I did have to rush to get this out before I could post the next chapter of the main fic, because the vibes...... might shift a bit in the near future in the main story. So the main fic will still take me a little more time, but have this as a treat until then!

#gojo satoru #jjk fic #gojo x oc #gojo smut #satoru gojo #satoyura #my fics

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Ok so its me again and im currently bombarding you with requests but this is one that has been just COMPLETELY taking over my brain atm.

Robin and reader getting into an argument and making up a few days later! And its just all brainrotting fluff and kissing and ugh ;(

༺ ˖࣪ all i need to hear

pairing. robin buckley x f!reader

content warnings. angst! with a happy ending. long post ahead! light makeout session.

note. sorry again for the late reply :sob: i hope u like it anon, i wrote it as fic than a blurb bc i thought it fit hehe

robin is amazing. the sweetest girlfriend you could ever ask for. she takes care of you, makes you happy, and loves you endlessly. you’re always on her mind, just as she is on yours. but it’s hard being together in this predominantly small-minded town, always having to hide your love for each other. you wish you could show the world how incredible she is, how happy she made you. but maybe in another time, you suppose.

and you miss her. even though you see her everyday at school; fleeting gazes during classes you shared with each other, hiding in the corner of the library on different occasions, meeting in the bathroom to share a few secret kisses when no one’s there. but then after school, she gets busy.

it bothers you, how robin seems to have enough time to hang out with everyone but you. she always meets you at lunch, and by your locker right after the last bell, then leaves for band practice and works right after. it’s nice hearing her voice when she calls at night right after she gets off work, but you can’t help but miss her still. you need to see her, be with her, touch her, hold her, kiss her.

luckily, you’ll be able to do all of that tomorrow on saturday before the sun sets, out in some field far from everybody on a picnic blanket you bought at joyce’s store. you had spent days preparing, making all the food robin likes, and cakes, and sandwiches. you couldn’t wait.

that’s why you walk up to robin when she’s packing her things from her locker, after the last bell when everybody rushes out to leave, to tell her all about your excitement. but she looked tired, stressed even, and you wish you could fix it. she’s busy all the time, and you wonder how well she is doing mentally. she also seemed to be rushing a little faster than she usually does, making you wonder what was going on inside her pretty little head.

“hey, rob,” you smile brightly at her, clutching the strap of your backpack a little tighter as she continues to pack, “no band practice? headed to work?”

“uh, no and yes.” she says rather quickly.

robin sighs and turns to look at you, her lips curving into a feeble smile. you looked pretty today, she wishes she could spare a minute to just stare at you, tell you all about how beautiful you are, but she couldn’t. not with the sound of steve’s horn blaring just past the school doors, when it seemed to get louder after each honk.

“is that steve—“

“yeah, we can’t be late to work or else keith’s making us work the morning shifts on the weekend and steve has plans on the weekends and, you know, i won’t get up early on the weekends, so we really have to go now,” robin rubs your shoulder with her hand and smiles. “but i’ll call you later!”

she mouths an ‘i love you’ and quickly rushes past you before you could say anything back. you turn around, slightly troubled, as you watched robin run through the school doors. you see steve in his car, waving briefly at you with a smile before driving off as soon as robin gets in.

a sigh escapes your mouth as you lean against the lockers, already missing your girlfriend’s presence. it’s fine, though, you tell yourself. she’ll call. and you’ll see her tomorrow. everything’s going to be okay.

at least you hoped it would be.

because, well, she didn’t call. it was almost midnight and robin usually calls you before eleven and she didn’t call. you sigh as you lay in bed, still waiting. maybe she fell asleep the moment she got home, because she does that sometimes. and she’ll tell you about it the morning after. that was probably the case.

you fall asleep waiting, shutting your eyes before the clock strikes one. the next morning you wait for her call again.

your phone never rang.

you hoped for the best, assuming that she was preparing for today, maybe she was already on her way to your house, the thought making you jump up from your bed, running down to the kitchen, packing all of the food into a basket your mom bought for you before running back up to dress up and make yourself all pretty for robin.

you do everything with all possible haste, checking the time and deciding that it was still a little bit early. laying in your bed, hoping you don’t mess up your hair too much, you wait and wait. and it was a lot waiting.

where was she? it was already three in the afternoon and it takes a while to get the field. you want to get there before it gets dark, but you also want enough time before the sun sets so that it wouldn’t be as hot as it was at noon. you pick up your telephone and dial her number. she doesn’t answer. where are you, robin?

you spend the next two hours glancing out the window repeatedly, hoping to see robin riding up on her bicycle, fluffy hair ruffled by the wind, a big jacket hanging loosely on her shoulders. but no one was there.

it had gotten partly dark already and your eyes brimmed with tears, threatening to smudge your eyeliner and the rest of your make up. you hated everything you were feeling; lost and dejected and stood up. you decide to get yourself out of your nice clothes and back into your pajamas, wiping all of your make up off afterwards. and just as you were about to get into bed, you hear a some shuffling past your window, then a multiple taps, pebbles clattering against your windowpane.

there was only one person who would do that. and it’s your girlfriend. you see robin looking up at you with a shameful smile, her bicycle laid flat in your lawn, her hair ruffled, her chest rising and falling rather quickly, panting as if she had just ran a mile as fast as she could.

after basically pleading, motioning you to come down, you mustered up all of your courage, still heated from earlier before running down the stairs of your house. stepping out the door, you tugged on your shirt watching as robin reluctantly walked closer. you could tell she had a lot on her mind, a lot of guilt sitting in her chest.

she opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. and you can’t help but bite your lip, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“why didn’t you call?”

robin flinched slightly at the tone of your voice. it was quiet. faint. like you’ve been crying. and she already knew that after seeing the way your eyes puffed up, nose a little red and stuffy.

“last night. i-it was really, really busy, i don’t know why. it was like the the whole town was in to have movie night or something and i-i got home and i just passed out the second i stepped into my room. i was tired, a-and i meant to call, but i fell asleep first! (y/n), i was just—“

“and this morning?”

robin answered truthfully, fingers playing anxiously with the hem of her denim jacket, “i-i was at work this morning. keith ended up giving us the morning shift anyway and i- i was rushing again earlier, didn’t have the time to call because steve was already in the driveway so—“

“you could’ve called me while you were at work, robin. it only takes a second.”

“i know! i know. i should’ve. (y/n), i’m so sorry i didn’t—“

“then, why didn’t you?” you say slowly, folding your arms and tears threatening to stain your cheeks once again as you watch robin fidget in distress. “you… you forgot, didn’t you?”

robin’s shoulders slump, eyes falling to stare at the cold ground. she didn’t mean to. she remembered before, but she had gotten so busy with work, practice, and everything else, stressing her out daily. her heart breaks as she watches the look on your face. she wants to take it all away from you; to hold you, to make you smile.

“i feel like you never have time for me anymore, robin. we haven’t done anything together in weeks and the day of the date we planned, you don’t show up. do you know how much i miss you? do you even miss me?”

“yes! of course, i miss you. i miss you everyday—“

“but not enough to remember me?”

robin swears she can hear her heart crack as she opens her mouth to speak, voice straining obscurely, “(y/n), please don’t—“

“just go home, robin.” your voice breaks.

and you don’t say anything else. instead, robin watches you rub your face hurriedly, wiping the tears that you didn’t even give the chance to roll down your skin. she watches as you step away from her, flinching softly at the sound of you slamming the front door. and she stands there for a while, just staring up at your window, hoping you would come to watch her leave like you always do.

but you don’t.

so she bikes all the way home, cries all the way home, misses you all the way home. she wants to go back, to see you again, to tell you how much she loves you. and she calls tonight, but you don’t answer. and she calls again, but you don’t answer.

it’s been happening for three days now; you avoid her during class, you pack your things and leave early after school, you don’t pick up the phone. she wonders what it’ll take for you to notice her, to talk to her. she missed you. she’s been missing you. she wants to hear your voice, wants to feel your skin against hers, wants to kiss you. she misses you so dearly. she loves you so dearly.

on the fourth day, you pick up when she calls you after school. it surprised her when the phone stopped ringing, when she was finally able to hear your voice at the other end of the call, leaving her speechless. in fact, you almost ended it when she went on for so long without saying anything.

“can i come over?” she was hesitant, you could tell by the sound of her voice. it was shaky and she talked slow, almost breathlessly.

you sat on your bed, holding the telephone to your ear for a couple moments, thinking about your decision. you missed her, too. dearly. you wanted her with you. even if you were mad at her. it was one of the many reasons you said yes.

robin bikes over in less than twenty minutes, surprisingly, as it usually takes her a little over thirty minutes to get to your house. she knocks on your door with a rhythmic pattern only you know of and gives you no less than a second to react to the hug she pulled you in for, stumbling a couple of clumsy steps into your house. you breathe her in, still hesitant to hug her back, but you can’t help but give in and wrap your arms around her waist. she smelled of grass and flowers and soon, you figure out why when you pull away from her. she held a flimsy bouquet of flowers that she obviously picked out herself, dirt slightly stuck between her fingernails, petals of yellow and white in her hair, and some of the stems were broken, flowers hanging on for their dear life.

“um, i-it’s for you.” robin, stretches her arm out, handing them to you nervously.

“thank you,” you reply. you could feel her hands shaking when you take them from her. “i’ll go put them in the kitchen. and… it’s just me here, so you don’t have to worry about my family...”

it has her in a daze, seeing you walk away. you were still in the clothes you wore to school, no shoes on, hair down. you look pretty. it’s a thought that often resides in robin’s brain, but you really do. you always do. she mindlessly follows you into the kitchen, watching your every movement. but you did everything to avoid her eyes, and it hurt her.

“are you hungry?”

robin’s eyes widen, your voice pulling her out of her daydream. you placed a tiny mug full of the flowers robin picked out for you onto the kitchen table. she stared at you, unable to formulate the words she wanted to say to you, not knowing if she should answer yes or no, questioning all of her decisions like her life depended on it.

“the cake i made you is still in the fridge. i don’t know if it’s as good as it was before but—“

“yeah! i’m hungry.”

and robin eats it all. not caring if she gets sick from eating too much cake. the only thing that mattered to her was the way you tried to hide your smile when you see some of the icing sitting at the top of her nose, the way you shifted to turn away from her, trying to escape from her.

her hand lands on the leg of the chair you sat in right next to her, dragging it across the tile floor, pulling you closer. she then uses it to lace her fingers between yours, bringing your hand up to her mouth, pressing her lips against your knuckles.

“i love you, (y/n).”

your heart pulsed wildly while she continued to press light kisses on your fingers, repeating the three words again and again against your skin as she watches you bite your lip. your eyes welled up rather quickly; the sound of her voice, her name in your mouth.

robin wanted to cry at the sight knowing how much she hurt you. and she hated herself for it. she wished she could reverse the time, do everything over, just so that you wouldn’t feel the pain you were feeling. now, all she could do was hold you, if you let her. tell you how much you mean to her. how sorry she was.

“i-i took the week off. steve said he’ll cover for me. and…i know i’m… i’ve been a pretty shit girlfriend lately. i know how much you were looking forward to our date. how hard you worked for it. all for me to just forget about it like the stupid idiot i am. it really sucks, and i am so, so sorry, (y/n).” robin’s voice trembles as she rubs her thumb against the skin your hand. “you didn’t deserve that. not from me, or anyone. especially not from me. i was just—“

robin stopped herself, not wanting to keep building up lame excuses to help her dig a deeper hole for herself.

“i know you were stressed, rob,” you tell her, staring down at your intertwined hands. “you were just tired and—“

“no. it doesn’t matter because what i did was not okay. i shouldn’t have done that in the first place. seriously, (y/n), what kind of person am i to forget that sort of thing? i’m honestly an idiot. a complete, total idiot,” robin scoffs at herself, free hand running through her hair in exasperation.

your can’t help but give her a weak smile, holding her hand tighter. it had been a while since you held hands, one of your favorite things as it is one of hers. her hands are a little rough, calluses at the palm of her hand, most likely from all that biking she does, and light cuts along her fingertips, probably from when she picked out the flowers.

“you are an idiot,” you mumble.

robin smiles, scooting her chair even closer, hands holding yours even tighter. she brings her face close, and for a moment, you thought she was going to kiss you. instead, she rests her forehead against your shoulder, nuzzling lightly into your neck.

you can feel her breath against your skin and you were almost positive she could feel how fast your pulse was beating at the moment.

“i can… i can kiss you now, right?” robin sighs when you don’t answer, pressing the crook of her nose against your neck, desperate to feel your lips after basically a week away from you. “please?”

you stare up at the ceiling and let out a breath. you missed the way robin felt against you, the way her skin felt against yours, and her lips, and her scent, and her hands, and everything else. you missed robin. you just missed robin.

you nod lightly, hoping she could feel it, but your thoughts clear as soon as she presses a gentle kiss to your collarbone, your eyes fluttering shut almost immediately. it trails up alongside your neck, then underneath your jaw, her lips ending up towards the skin behind your ear. all of her kisses leaving you weak, moaning as quietly as you could. robin absolutely melts when you lean your head slightly, giving her more room to do her work, as she places her free hand underneath your sweater, rubbing at the skin of your waist.

“robbie,” you moan as robin hums into your skin as a reply.

“hmm…”

after long moments of sloppy but delicate kisses, her lips finally lands against your mouth, soft and plump. truthfully, robin’s heart hammers in her chest, butterflies invading the depths of her stomach. when she kisses you… it feels amazing. they’re delicate and caring, always leaving you wanting more.

robin carefully pulls you closer until you’re seated directly in her lap, hands palming at your thighs as yours dig into her shoulders, squeezing tightly. she takes her time, teasing you with her tongue, pulling away briefly to speak against your lips

“i love you,” she pecks your lips, pulling away to say it again. “i love you.”

and she does it again. and again. and again. and again. and again. until you say it back.

“i love you, robin.”

and she wants to cry. so she does. her hands leave your thighs and wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you as tight as she could, shoving her face against your chest, forehead resting on your shoulder. she whimpers when she feels your hands run through her hair, soothing her, comforting her with your soft hands.

you feel robin’s kisses along your neck once again, making you tug her hair lightly, silently warning her to not leave any marks. but she never listens anyway. she kisses your lips again and again as you smile against her, giving her the chance to open her mouth while your copy her movements, until your tongues touch, leaving you moaning at the contact. your tongues slide slowly while you kiss, wet and sloppy. she hums at your reaction, your moans, god, she could do this all day. it’s fucking amazing how good this all feels, how right it feels.

you place a last kiss to her lips, making her pout slightly when you pull away from her, still seated on her lap.

“i’m still mad at you,” you tell her, all the while running your fingertips against her scalp, playing with her hair in a way that made her stomach flutter.

“i know, baby. i’ll make it up to you. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

and evidently, she does.

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