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satoru breaks his promise :( ᰔ ᩚ. 600 words of angst ᰔ. reader and satoru are married with twins ᰔ ᩚ. masterlist ᰔ ᩚ.

dried up tears staining your cheeks and puffy eyes, not how you imagined your monday evening to be like.

you watched your twins with dull distant eyes, body slumped in the chair. still. like a framed portrait.

he promised—no he vowed to keep you guys safe.

he swore to keep his family safe.

and now, you were face to face with the repercussions of his unfulfilled promise.

your little boy battered and bruised. hell you didn’t even know if he was unconscious or just sleeping.

next to him was his twin sister whom you were certain was simply unscathed and sleeping, eagerly hoping her brother would open his eyes by the time she awoke.

next came the sound of the door behind you opening.

you didn't want to turn around, you didn't need to.

"you promised", you uttered out. "and i trusted you".

satoru stood frozen, watching the slow rise and fall of his son's chest, the way his daughter curled around him as if she were his protector. it was something that should've brought him comfort but all it did was hollow him out further.

none of it felt real. he prayed and hoped it was all just an awful dream he would soon wake up from.

"i don't think you understand just how many enemies you have", you stood up slowly and steadily as you turned around to see your husband of six years, wide trembling eyes focused on his son.

"satoru you promised they would never be a part of it", your voice rose a bit, prompting fresh tears. "they're kids!".

you took a deep breath in, your next words unintentionally coming out as a whisper. "our kids—".

"i never wanted this", he insisted. "i never wanted them involved. i never wanted you involved—".

"but we are involved!", you screamt, your four year old stirring in her sleep. "all I heard was our little girl screaming! when i got to the living room...he was just there…. lifeless on the carpet", you grabbed satoru's collar as if it would drill your words into his soul.

"i thought he was dead".

you and satoru both held the same expression as you stared at each other's face. broken. devastated. powerless.

"i—i'm so sorry y/n—".

"they grabbed him like he was nothing, i watched the footage on the hallway camera. he was only trying to protect his sister", and that's when you finally broke down completely. hysterical.

"i swear, I'll fix it," he said. "i'll keep them safe. i'll make sure it never happens again—", before he could even attempt to embrace you, you shook your head repeatedly and took a step back.

"no. what if next time he doesn't wake up? if you won't protect them then i will, you just need to give me the space to do that".

and that’s when you knelt. the traditional way—seiza—knees folded, hands pressed to the cold ground. and then your forehead followed, touching down, low and reverent. it wasn't a gesture of peace. it wasn't cultural practice. it was desperation.

"please," you whispered. "i beg you, satoru."

his name cracked in the air between you.

he moved forward instantly, panic overtaking reason, his voice rising as he reached toward you. "no—what are you doing? get up. don’t do this—"

you didn't lift your head.

"if you truly love them... if you ever loved me—then please..”.

your shoulders trembled, but your voice remained steady.

"leave us alone."

the words fell heavy, like a curse with no counter.

satoru stood still as stone, blinking hard. he was the strongest—but in that moment, he had never felt so powerless.

and you didn't rise. not until the silence between you told you that he understood.

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me when satoru calls reader wifey

me when toji calls reader ma

me when suguru calls reader pretty girl

me when toji calls reader doll

me when sukuna calls reader woman

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me when satoru calls reader wifey

me when toji calls reader ma

me when suguru calls reader pretty girl

me when toji calls reader doll

me when sukuna calls reader woman

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soft papakuna!! ᰔ ᩚ. currently rewatching fullmetal and seeing nina and the dog w the elric brothers inspired me ᰔ ᩚ. masterlist ᰔ ᩚ.

"you have bested me for the last time..mutt".

sukuna folded his arms, his imposing frame looming over the dog as he sized it up.

"papa, nice words!", his three year old pointed an accusatory finger at him as if to warn him, her other hand patting the fluffy dog whose back she was sitting on.

sukuna clicked his tongue. how was he supposed to be nice to a dog that was not only humongous for no reason, reaching sukuna's waist easily, but was also trying to kidnap his daughter in broad daylight?!

"i'll be nice once i get my daughter back", he took a step forward, his scowl growing deeper. "you have 5 seconds to surrender, demon beast".

"5..4..3..2–"

"go doggie go!", the little girl bounced ever so slightly, her giggles echoing through the garden as the dog raced around, mistaking its life or death situation for playtime.

never in a million years did you think you would see your six foot something husband, doused in tattoos and piercings chase an animal like it had just committed a heinous crime.

"what...the hell is going on?", not like any of them could hear you, they were too preoccupied with chasing and being chased.

sukuna nearly collided with a garden chair as the dog bolted past him again, your daughter shrieking with joy, clinging to the fluff like a tiny war general on her war beast.

"y/n! call off your devil dog before i shave it into a rug", he opted to let you handle it because if he handled it, there would be endless tears from his daughter and a bunch of 'missing dog' posters hanging around the neighbourhood.

you shook your head and let out an exasperated sigh at his antics before letting out a whistle.

"here boy!", and just like that your 'devil dog' came to your side.

"we win!", your daughter flailed her arms in the air before copying you and rubbing the dog. "i win papa!".

"losing to a glorified mop that thinks this is all a game? absolutely humiliating", he grimaced, staring daggers at the dog who now sat by your side, tongue lolling absentmindedly as if to say 'look at me i'm the goodest boy!'.

he hated it. sukuna hated it.

it took you days of relentless begging and pleading before he finally gave in and got the dog—especially after you threatened ryomen sukuna himself with withholding all physical affection for an entire week.

and this is what he gets?

his carbon copy approached him, hands behind her back and a sweet smile that he could never dream of saying no to.

“papa, since i won..can you buy me ice cream pretty please with a cherry on top?”, she clasped her hands, eyes practically sparkling.

You snickered when you saw how sukuna shot you a look with an expression that said ‘really?’. he’d definitely noticed how she picked up that phrase from you.

“tell me first. who do you prefer? Me or the beast?”, he posed the question, scooping the girl into his arms.

“you papa!”.

“and if i said no to ice-cream?”.

“you!”, she wrapped her arms around his neck as best as she could. “you’re the bestest papa ever!”.

“damn right I am”.

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me and my 7+ year ft obsession against the world

oh team natsu how i love u

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marrying satoru. ᰔᩚ 551 words. ᰔ ᩚmasterlist. ᰔᩚ tell me this doesnt scream satoru loll ᰔᩚ

there was an unspoken rule at the reception: no one touches the wedding cake.

and it was administered by none other than your— through sickness and in health— husband, gojo satoru.

of course, you guys took pictures with it, hand-on-knife shots and whatnot but that’s as far as he was willing to go. any attempt to cut the cake was met with a look that could kill.

nobara and yuji had been eyeing the tall white treat all night, each taking turns guessing what flavour it’d be once cut.

then there was megumi who already knew what flavour lied behind all the white frosting, simply watching the two bicker amongst themselves.

so when the after party had come to an end and the cake was being wheeled away, nobara and yuji were devastated, comically deflating like wacky inflatable arm flailing tube men.

where was it going? Your shared hotel suite of course.

“satoru!”, you gasped, flicking your heels off and letting them land wherever they pleased. “we can’t finish all that by ourselves”.

he snorted. “Do you even know who you married, mrs. gojo?”, he emphasised, clearly tipsy. “this is light work!”.

and so that’s how the night ended: you two sat on the floor feeding each other cake while debriefing your own wedding.

“but did you see the way nobara dived for that bouquet?!”, you laughed, cheeks full with cake.

“she elbowed maki in the face, that bouquet caused casualties”, he fell back from laughter, his loose tie holding on for dear life and half his shirt buttons undone.

you stabbed your fork into the cake like it had offended you, falling back on the floor next to your husband.

“im full”, you patted your stomach beneath the layers of frill.

“i’m not. feed me?”, he pleaded as you rolled your eyes at his antics, sitting up and cutting a piece of cake with your fork and putting it up to his mouth, your other hand resting on his chest and admiring how he still looked so damn good even with his hair tousled against the red carpet.

“not like that”, he whined. “it’s not romantic enough”.

you idly swung your legs in the air, cocking your head to the side. “not romantic enough?”.

“do it like those dramas. just once. mouth to mouth. it’s tradition..probably”, he had that silly lopsided grin of his, the one where you couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol talking or him. you think it’s both.

you nudged the fork against his lips. “i can guarantee it’s not”.

“you don’t know that”.

“what I do know is that you’re full of it”.

“i’m full of nothing”, he pouted. “because my wife won’t feed me cake with her mouth”, he looked away to the side, feigning sadness.

“fine. close your eyes”, he looked so excited that you almost felt bad for having the brilliant idea of drawing clown features onto his face with frosting.

keyword almost.

“this is what you get for saying ‘i do’ before the officiant finished his sentence!”.

“i was enthusiastic okay!”, he wiped off a bit of frosting you plopped onto his nose and drew a heart on your cheek.

you both stared at each other, covered in sugar and laughter.

“10/10 would marry you again”.

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growth // decay

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jjk men reaction to your holiday outfits. ᰔᩚ masterlist. ᰔᩚ

—SATORU

"Babe...what's this supposed to be", satoru held up an article of clothing he picked out from your suitcase that refused to close.

"A skirt..", you said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

He snorted. You were definitely lying right now. "Why're you bringing a neck warmer to the maldives?", he even proved it was a neck warmer by throwing it over his head as it rested on his neck.

You giggled at his antics, reaching over to take it off him, each attempt being as unsuccessful as the last as he evaded your hands. "I thought you said you'd help me zip up my suitcase".

He took it off and twirled it around his index which was far too long for his own good. "Gotta fit me in there first".

"You can't come, it's a girls only trip", you huffed, standing on your tiptoes to reach the skirt he held up in the air like a referee holding up a red card.

"You're telling me I don't get to see you in these sexy clothes?", he pouted.

You narrowed your eyes at him, tired hands resting on his chest. "If you give me my skirt i'll try them all on for you".

And just like that, the skirt was dropped into your hands and you could've sworn you could see the very stars shining in his pupils.

"Deal!".

—SUKUNA

"what the fuck".

"Be nice Ryo".

"No, im not gonna be fucking nice", he snarled, holding up your bikini bottoms like they burned his fingertips to touch.

"This is practically just string, might as well go naked", he rolled his eyes.

"You're being dramatic", you stifled a laugh, currently in the process of turning your bedroom upside down trying to find the matching top.

"Do you really wanna be the reason every guy on that beach has a near-death experience", you pinched the bridge of your nose knowing that the 'near' he added was just for decoration. They'd be lucky to escape with their lives.

"I'll be like 10 hours away, you won't be there to kill people im afraid", you faked a sad expression.

"Wanna bet?", he raised his brows, seeing your statement as a challenge.

"Listen, i'll put it on and you're gonna see it's not just a piece of string", he tossed it over to you and you slid it on, looking to see if he was satisfied.

"See?".

He put a finger on his chin, narrowing his eyes and examining your figure.

"Spin around, and lift your shirt a little", aka his shirt.

After you did so, you saw the smirk that grew slowly on his lips.

"It's not bad I suppose".

—SUGURU

You were stood in front of the mirror, hand resting on your chin and hums slipping out of your mouth, so deep in thought that you didn't even notice when Suguru came in.

"Wow", he drawled out, a grin on his lips as he leaned against the doorframe.

Your eyes met his own through the mirror.

"Stop spawning out of nowhere", you turned around, folding your arms.

He closed the distance between you two, taking your hand in his. "Enough about me, look at you", he spun you around, giving himself a good look at your dress.

"Is the colour nice? I think I should've just stuck with black", you took yet another look at the mirror.

"Is that even a question?", he noticed how the zipper only reached halfway, telltale of your efforts of trying to zip it all the way yourself.

His hand caressed your waist, his other hand zipping up you dress effortlessly.

"It's gorgeous, you're gorgeous".

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goodnight prank on your besties. ᰔᩚ ignore the fact chosos was written like a week apart LOL. ᰔᩚ masterlist. ᰔᩚ

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fem reader. ᰔᩚ 638 words. ᰔᩚ will defo write more ab this. masterlist ᰔᩚ

Hitman! Toji who has never hesitated on a job, he simply does what he has to do and gets his reward and that's how it's always been.

But once he's in your home, face to face with your sleeping figure, he's utterly taken aback.

"You've gotta be kidding me Shiu", Toji switched frantically between your picture and details he was given. It was an awful picture because it looked nothing like you. It was grainy, the lighting was poor and the scrap of paper only showed half of your features. Hell, your hair colour wasn't even the same!

You must've been very good at hiding if all they could hand him was an outdated picture, Toji noted to himself.

"Something happen?", Shiu replied from the other side of the phone, his voice quiet.

"No way in hell am I killing her, that's such a waste", he whisper shouted, stuffing the piece of paper into his pocket.

"Whaddya mean? Waste of what?", Shiu clicked his tongue. On second thought, it didn't matter, Toji just needed to get the job done. "Will you just kill her already, are you trying to get me in trouble?", is this what he got for being the messenger?

"She's fuckin' hot Shiu", he expressed. "And you can tell the boss I said that", Toji squatted down as he clicked on the camera icon on his phone. "Here, i'll send you a pic".

Next thing Toji felt was a sharp sensation against his throat which made him pause for a second before the corner of his lips curled into a smirk.

"I'll call you back Shiu".

You propped your top half up, elbow digging into the sheets and hand against your cheek as to hold your head up, your other hand jabbing lightly at his adam's apple with the blade.

"Not even gonna ask for my permission first?", an unimpressed look was etched onto your face. This was the third, or maybe fourth time this week someone has tried to assassinate you. Frankly, it was getting old.

"Didn't wanna wake you", and that's when you acknowledged the blade he held up to your stomach with practiced ease. No one held the upper hand in that moment.

"Well i'm awake now", you huffed. "And pissed off", a quick yet powerful punch aimed right at the middle of his face was more than enough confirmation.

Toji groaned and cursed under his breath as he fell back. "The fuck?", his brows knitted together. "You punch like a man". Toji concluded you most definitely weren't a normal person, even going as far as suspecting you of being an assassin or killer of some sort.

You scoffed a laugh. "That's a dangerous thing to say to a woman who was holding a blade against your jugular not too long ago", lunging at him with a knife securely in your grasp, Toji grabbed your wrist, blade inches away from his eye.

You winced as his forearm flexed whilst he held your wrist mid air. It felt like the bones at your wrist were about to be crushed under his strong grip, causing you to drop your blade.

"You had multiple chances to kill me just now, stop toying with me", you spat.

Unexpectedly, he burst out laughing, the sound low and gravelly as he shook his head. "I'd rather take you out to dinner".

He let go of your wrist, prompting you to massage it as a shocked scoff escaped your lips. "You're out of your damn mind.".

"Maybe", he shrugged his shoulders, eyes moving from your wrist to your eyes. "But i'm still waiting for an answer".

"You're funny", you patted his chest as you got off of him. "I'll kill you later".

Toji's grin widened, eyes glinting like he'd just won the lottery.

"Whatever you say doll".

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so much so that i still use my username from 2020 💔

Oh, I am still SO bitter about Neji dying

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had me looking up at the ceiling questioning my life choices 🥀

When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

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"Kay so this is what I was thinking and hear me out first before you say anything", Satoru spoke to the three month old that was tucked against his chest while sucking on her fingers.

"You get boob time early in the morning, around like midday then in the afternoon, I was thinking like around two to three?”, the man tapped the pen in his hand against his cheek, trying to reach an agreement with his daughter…not like she had much of a choice anyway seeing as she was, well, three months old.

“Then the nights are all mine, you’ll probably be asleep anyway", he went through the timetable he'd written down on the back of a receipt he found lying on the kitchen table, face scrunched up in all seriousness, the tip of his tongue even making an appearance and poking out the side of his mouth.

"But Saturdays I want a little bit more time. They were my head rest before they were your feeding grounds remember that princess", he continued, booping her button nose.

"Toru what the hell!", you folded your arms, tapping a foot against the floor.

Satoru’s shoulders jerked up as if he had stolen a cookie from the cookie jar. “Hey!”, he frowned. “We’re having a very serious conversation over here and you’re interrupting”, he huffed.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah right. Like a one sided conversation with your three month old baby about boob rights is serious”. You never thought those words would ever come out of your mouth in the same sentence but here you were.

“It is very serious, we’re trying to keep the peace”, he glanced down at the girl who looked back up at him with big blue eyes. “Tell her peanut, we were making real progress!”.

The little girl’s gaze moved from her father to her mother, completely clueless as to what was going on.

It was brave of your husband to think he could have a serious conversation with someone whose greatest achievement to date was figuring out how to grab her own toes.

You stepped closer, getting a better look at the sheet of paper he was writing on and realising what it was. “Toru i literally still need this”, you waved the receipt in front of his face. There was no way you were going back to the store with a receipt that said “boob schedule” at the back in all caps followed by a gazillion exclamation marks.

“Babe focus, this is more important!”, he stressed, pointing at his absolutely atrocious handwriting. “I even gave her the golden hour in the morning. That’s when you’re at your most glowy and maternal, can’t be any more fairer than that”.

You blinked up at him. “Glowy..?”.

He grinned sheepishly. “Like a hot mom angel”.

Despite yourself, a laugh escaped.

“Well this schedule needs serious tweaking, she only just got here so she deserves more time”, you nodded.

“Hey! You’re not allowed to change the schedule without board approval!, Satoru exclaimed.

“My chest, my rules!”.

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BLAH BLAH BLAH..

Choso, Yuji, Satoru, Nanami, Megumi

Moments in which they cant help but be completely captivated, inspired by the ‘proper name place name’ audio on tiktok

cw: none, writing for chars you dont find attractive is just like bleh #neverwritingfornanamiagain

800 words

CHOSO— when you've just woken up

He adores the way your hair is disheveled and unruly, the little sway to in your step as if you were intoxicated, and your gorgeous eyes trying to adjust to the light.

"Morning Choso", you muttered out before a yawn escaped your lips.

He watched as you moved closer to his position in front of the cooker and hugged his bicep.

Choso was simply in a world of his own unbeknownst to him. Your presence put him in a daze and in his little world, nothing or no one existed but you.

You looked up at him and pointed at the skillet. "Egg's gonna burn Cho".

That nickname. He felt heat rush to his cheeks which didn't go unnoticed by you since he was staring at your face.

You took his hand that was holding the spatula in yours and turned over the egg for him.

"You're always in a daze every morning", you chuckled.

He wonders why.

YUJI— when you're doing your makeup

He finds it so fascinating how you move the brush across your face so effortlessly, he wonders how long it took you to master, especially whenever you did eyeliner.

He's sat next to you in front of your vanity and has his cheek against the palm of his hand, mouth slightly agape. It was a cute sight to behold.

You watched his reflection from the mirror, a frown on your face. "Are you bored of waiting? Sorry i'm taking too long".

You were so focused on his body language that you failed to noticed his facial expressions, cause if you did you would know that he certainly wasn't bored.

Dilated pupils and a smile that he didn't have control of. He was extremely far from bored.

"No no no!", he waved his hand in dismissal. "In fact, I wouldn't mind just staying like this, we don't have to go out".

SATORU— when you've just kissed

It was just a quick one before popping into the shower but it bewitched him.

So much so that he couldn't help but pull you back for a couple more, face squished between his fingers and giggles erupting from both of you filling the room.

Insisting you need to take a shower but he's just smiling silently, his eyes scanning every single detail of your face. It was hard to keep composure.

"What?", you laughed lightly.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing, just wondering how I got this lucky".

Another quick kiss.

"You must've put a spell on me...don't think i'm not onto you witch".

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Okay weirdo, let me shower before I actually melt".

"Fine but hurry back, yeah? I miss you too fast".

NANAMI- when you're with kids

Nanami leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and an amused look on his face.

You were holding yuji's little hands as he was stood on the island dancing to the beat of the song playing.

The laughter from yuji mixed with your own had made Nanami halt in his track. The way you moved, completely unbothered by the flour on your cheek or the socks sliding on the hardwood floor. The way your eyes lit up every time the boy giggled. The way your hands steadied him with such tenderness. He intended to just quickly make himself a cup of coffee but the sight rooted him to the spot.

"Nanamin!", yuji called out after noticing his figure from behind you.

You whipped your head back, wiping strands of hair away from your face. "Been there long?".

Nanami pushed off the doorframe, walking toward you. "I didn't want to interrupt."

You laughed lightly as you watched Nanami make his coffee like he always does.

“You’re incredible with him”, he voiced.

Upon yuji’s request, you helped him down before he shuffled over to the oven, checking if the cookies were done.

“He’s easy to love”, with a warmhearted smile you watched as the little boy crouched down in front of the oven clearly impatient.

Nanami wiped the flour that stained your cheek with his thumb, letting his hand rest below your cheek. “So are you”.

MEGUMI- when you play with his hair

He acts like it's whatever, hitting you with a "what're you doing?" and looking at you weird.

But he's not slick. You notice how his head leans into your touch and how he goes dead silent.

In fact, he's no longer paying attention to the movie you two were watching.

Whenever you'd make a comment about the movie, he'd simply hum in response.

Ask him about a part you don't understand and it'll go something like:

"Wait I don't get it. Why didn't she just tell him the truth?".

"No clue, that part confused me too".

"Megumi, your eyes aren't even open".

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‘FLYING OBJECTS’ AND THEIR BIG MOUTHS..

Kinich, Ifa

In which Ajaw and Cacucu reveal all their partners’ hidden feelings. Fem! Reader

cw: kissing, hope they arent ooc🥹

1104 words

Y/n was walking a good few steps ahead of Kinich and Ajaw, humming a tune Kinich couldn’t quite put his finger on, but he would soon find out that was the least of his worries.

Ajaw, who was always looking for something to pester Kinich about, noticed how the male threw multiple side glances at Y/n's retreating figure.

At this, a sly grin spread across his face.

"Oho what's this?", Ajaw echoed suddenly, loud enough to make a few qucusauri frantically scatter.

"Is our proud warrior tripping over his own feet just watching her walk?!".

Kinich rolled his eyes and swatted ajaw away but to no surprise he came right back.

What he said wasnt completely off the mark, but it wasnt just her walk. It was her posture, the way she carried herself, and most especially the way she would quickly glance back to make sure they werent too far behind, accompanied with that small smile that if interpreted into words would say 'im glad youre still there'.

Kinich would find himself counting down the minutes until she would give him another quick glance.

"I'm not, now stop annoying me", he scoffed.

"You so are! I'm telling Y/n~", he sang as he made his way to her side before Kinich could even attempt to grab him.

Kinich swore to himself that after today, Ajaw would never see the light of day again as he hurried to catch up to the two, now only a few steps behind the girl.

"I will end you", he mouthed as to not attract Y/n's attention but Ajaw was unfazed.

Being by Y/n's side gave Ajaw confidence to say whatever he wanted. After all, Kinich would never do anything rash in front of her.

"Honestly, it's adorable", the dragon lord mocked. "If you write Y/n a poem i'm absolutely reading that out loud!", he snickered.

Y/n laughed at Ajaw's antics. "A poem you say?", Y/n turned around now walking backwards. "If you write me one I expect a dramatic delivery! Bonus points if you pathetically cry halfway through", she teased.

Kinich folded his arms. "If I were to write a poem it’d be about someone who steals my food and calls it bonding".

He didnt miss a step, but inwardly he was pleading ajaw wouldnt take it further than he already had.

"See? he hates me!", Y/n frowned. “And it’s not stealing...its tactical aquiring..".

"Actually, lover boy over here has a huuuuge crush on you!".

"Quit it ajaw—", after he saw Kinich's hand coming out to grab him, he swiftly manoeuvred to Y/n's other shoulder.

"Like a trip-over-your-own-feet, cant-look-her-in-the-eye, i-hope-she-doesnt-think-im-being-too-cold kind of crush!".

Y/n stopped in her tracks and closed what little distance was between them, her eyes meeting his own. "Really?".

Kinich was quick to avert his gaze.

"You know how Ajaw can be—"

He was cut off when her hand combed back the hair at his ears, a red tint now coating them.

They two had known each other for a long time, she knew all his tells.

He grunted in embarrassment, eyebrow twitching involuntarily.

Y/n placed her hands at either side of his face ultimately forcing them to make eye contact.

"Is it true Kinich? Your answer will determine what I do next".

What should he do? Just say no and play it off as ajaw being a nuisance? Or maybe not answer at all? Or—

"..yes", he said at last, gritted and honest. "It’s true".

And without another word, she placed a kiss on his lips.

Ajaw huffed. "Bleh. so much for light teasing and tragic denial".

Y/n was helping out Ifa with the saurians when Cacucu blurted. "Yo, bro Ifa has a crush".

Ifa nearly choked on air, internally cursing Citlali.

It was only yesterday, after Citlali had figured him out that he went home muttering to himself and had no idea Cacucu could hear him. "I have a crush on Y/n? How could she even know that?”.

He noted to himself to keep his schizophrenia in his head.

Ifa ran a hand through his hair. "That was supposed to stay between me and the cold side of the clinic tent Cacucu..". And also Citlali but that part was against his will.

Y/n perked up like a tepetlisaurus. "Wait—hold on. Hold on. You have a crush? On who? I wanna know!".

Ifa pointed a finger at Cacucu. "Just so you know, you’re banned from talking until moulting season".

"Ifa has a crush on Y/n!". Why cacucu kept going was beyond Ifa, he felt simply betrayed.

"Cool, love that for me", he muttered with a dry voice.

"Wait..me?", she pointed at herself in disbelief.

Ifa had a lopsided grin. "Yeah its you. Obviously. I mean, you’re out here tending to saurians with me, laughing at my awful jokes, making the hatchlings fall asleep with your voice, and im just supposed to not feel something?".

The pair's conversation was cut short when Ororon bursted into the clinic blabbering about how he messed up and how Citlali was gonna kill him.

So a short while later when the noise had settled down and Ifa and Y/n had finished up for the day, the two sat down against a tree, the last stretch of Natlan’s sunlight making its final appearance.

"Sorry about earlier", Ifa rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm just so used to fixing things, not feeling them", he admitted.

Y/n gave him a reassuring smile. "Well you're doing okay so far", she nodded. "And besides, it adds to your boyish charm", she teased.

Ifa chuckled softly. "Yeah?".

"Yeah".

There's a pause — soft, steady. The kind of silence that feels like it's holding its breath.

Ifa studied her face like he's still not sure he's allowed to want this. His fingers brushed up along her wrist, feather-light, as he leaned in just a little closer.

"...Can I?", he said with a low voice, almost unsure.

He raised up his hand, careful, fingers curling just under her chin to tilt her face up. His gaze flickered between her eyes and her lips.

"You're really asking? After all that?".

She laughed softly, and the sound is so gentle it tugs something loose in his chest. Her hand moved to cover his, holding it in place under her chin. "You better."

And that's all he needs.

If only she knew how long he had been waiting to do that.

masterlist :)

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DIESEL PRANK

gojo, nanami, maki, sukuna, toji

in which you prank them by saying you filled their car with diesel instead of petrol!! established relationship only in nanami and sukuna’s, arranged marriage in sukuna’s

a/n: its been so long since i posted cause ive ran out of ideas :’) req are opened though!