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society if people understood what rose actually meant by “but he’s not you”
#she isn’t saying tentoo isn’t the doctor#she’s saying he isn’t physically ten#meaning ten is going to have to end up alone#it’s more of a ‘but what about YOU’ thing than a ‘this bloke is a cl*ne’ thing#which is why ten responds with he needs you.#and rose knows he’s pushing her to make a decision. and so she takes matters into her own hands#asks them what the end of that question is#and only one of them can give her the type of love and commitment she deserves#and she chooses him#rose tyler#tentoo#tentoorose#tentoo x rose
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— oscar piastri
Nervously sipping on his emotional support orange juice. Maybe too much nervous sipping.
“So, what’s your type?”
“My girlfriend?”
“Tell her she’s mine too.”
“WOw, will do.”
Cheeks turning red, munching on the fries like a little chipmunk he is.
“I mean– I have three sisters so…”
“That’s a green flag.”
“Thank you?” a piece of chicken in, a smile comes out. “That’s it?”
“Maybe if he’s…Australian, maybe.” you shrugged.
“Yeah.”
“And if he’s…wait. what sign are you?”
“Don’t know..I think it’s kinda nonsense.”
“That’s a red flag.”
“Sorry?” cheeky.
The orange juice was left unattended for a minute. Good sign. Chuckles were still evident.
“Let’s get serious here…” shifting in your seat.
“Yeah.”
“You drive for a living?”
“Yeah, I go around in circles ‘nd stuff,” juice pause. “I could drive you around Melbourne..if you’d want to–”
“And you’ll take me back by eight? Maybe offering your hand as well?”
“Yeah,” squinting face. “I could do that.”
“Lovely.”
— carlos sainz
Does that thing with his eyes, bending down to take the fries in…while keeping an intense eye contact.
“Smooth operator, you like that song?”
“Everyone favorite song no?”
“Hard choice.” pausing your fries mid air. “Spanish songs that I have no idea what they’re talking about could be up there.”
“Really? Tell me one.”
“The one from fast and furious.”
“A lot of them,” throwing his head back. “Can you sing it for me?”
“Asking for me to sing already. You’re in a hurry Carlos?” a sip of your Diet Coke. “Fast Five?”
“Eh..Danza Kuduro?”
“How could I know?” you shrugged. “What’s the song about anyways?”
“Something like…dancing…er…with tight ass.”
“Make sense.”
Looking confused as ever with that big, brown eyes. Mouth agape and shut every time few seconds, curling into a smile most of the time.
“So you’re still looking for job next year?”
“Huh?”
“Lewis Hamilton? Looking for job?”
“Eh..” leaned back in his seat. “Could be. Are you offering?”
“I’m a pretty busy girl..”
“Really? How busy?”
“So you’re up for it? That’s fast.”
“I’ll have to talk to my manager,” raising his eyebrow. “What is your requirement?”
“A Ferrari driver.”
“Sure.”
— charles leclerc
Trying to not laugh his ass off every five seconds or just completely blanks out. Chicken tasted good though.
“Charles, I have to ask you one thing.”
“Yeah?”
“How do you pronounce your last name?”
“I don’t..I don’t care, really.” Shrugging his shoulders. “Charles. Le. Clare.”
“Hm…maybe just use my last name instead, it’s easier.”
“I– yeah?”
“What?”
His chicken was pretty cleaned up the first few minutes. Plenty of confused chuckles.
“Do you think you are a committed person?”
“I…I…it’s a hard question no?” he put his hand together, in an Italian – sorry, Monegasque way. “I like to say I am.”
“I could tell.”
“Really? How?”
“Your contract with Ferrari.”
— logan sargeant
He was used to burger and fries but maybe he could just tolerate chicken and fries for your pretty company.
“What’s your ideal date?”
“Hm..definitely chicken shop dates.”
“Really? Where’s best chicken you ever had then?”
“This one.”
“That’s not an option.”
Subtle stares here and there, his cheeks might be hurting from all the grinning though.
“What’s your ideal type?” munching his ketchup-ed fries.
“So you don’t do researches.”
“I am now.”
“You know…starting to have a thing for Americans. You have any recommendations?”
“You could start by going fishing in the Keys with me,” stretched his arms.
“I’m not into fishy things.”
“Just boat rides?”
“I could do that.”
Coke break.
“Your thoughts on frat boys?”
“They’re fine,” he shrugged.
“And you’re not like a..secret member? Is it like a One Direction..thing?”
“Maybe better looking?” smirked. “I could see myself being one if I wasn’t racing.”
“Dreams do come true, Sargeant.”
“Ouch,” clutching his chest. “Ah– well– Maybe this other dream could come true as well?”
“You being better looking than One Direction?”
tell me who should be in chicken shop dateee 😩😩
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Today’s a great day to take care of yourself!!
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yandere dilf !!
this was written in gaps, so im not that confident about it?? but here goes nothing. also i fucking love dilfs god. get me a dilf please.
also this was inspired by this one man i saw on my way to my uni admissions and he was there for his daughter 💀 put me in jail fr
the dilf here is in 40s something and the reader in early 20s n i think she switched universities to do her master’s (if you do not like this type of thing please look away <3)
gender neutral!reader (it might be implied femal but the pronouns are they/them) 1.7k words. warnings for age gap yandere behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, obsessive behaviour? dilf is a delusional yandere fr.
yandere!dilf who is (clichè i know, please look away but this is the best thing i can think of) your father’s friend, but not best friend or anything because he lives in another city, but oh you’re moving there for uni and your parents can’t think of anybody else to contact so they call him up !!
but he’s busy when you’re moving so he can’t help :(( oh but did i tell you he was the one who chose that apartment for you to move into?? it was so close to him and his friend said to keep an eye on you so he chose the one which wasn’t even like 5 minutes away. and he wants to be of help to his friend so bad but these board meetings and stuff ://
best believe that when he’s free he’s at your apartment with a bunch of new home essentials, a few groceries that you might need, and this man is ringing up your door. now neither of you had seen each other, heard about the other from the common point that was your father, yes. but to open the door and be in the presence of a man that is that gorgeous?? and he’s just wearing sweatpants and a tshirt?? god.
not to mention a thin chain around his neck that leads to inside his shirt…. kill me really.
anyway, but he’s equally taken back because um, this was his friend’s kid. literal kid. he shouldn’t be thinking about how alluring your appearance was, get your head straight, he tells himself, as you invite him. aren’t the shorts too short….
if sexual tension could have been visible, man would your apartment be full of it.
but he’s nothing but resisting, it’s how he has been single for so long, it’s not that he doesn’t like commitment, but… he likes to tell everyone that he just hasn’t found his The One yet.
“the apartment has come together nicely,” he says as he looks around and it is, you’ve done a great job at it and it reflects the type of person that he assumes you are.
you ask him if he wants something to drink? and he politely rejects your offer, he does not want this thing to escalate because knowing his track record, he can’t stand a minute more near the kitchen island and not think about bending you over, and that was normal for him but god, snap out of it, this is half your own age, he thinks to himself.
and you want him to stay, but again, it is quite fucked up to think about being fucked by your father’s friend and someone your father’s age.
“here,” he gives you all the stuff he brought with and kept it. “that’s all, i have some work i need to do so i’ll take your leave now,” he starts to leave when he looks back again “and, um, my number,”
to which you blush, but remind yourself, it’s only like an authority figure, nothing else. and he tells you his own address, in case there’s ever an emergency.
that is how it begins, and your father leaves a message for him, “please take care of them,” and he acts like it’s a burden but he’s overjoyed inside, he has an excuse…
anyway, fast forward to you starting university, getting a social circle, and he visits you weekly, awkward and short visits but you’re just glad he can grace your apartment like that, you even light up your special candles around for him to notice, and he does, but you don’t know how hard he’s just trying so hard to not snap.
when it’s been almost an year or something, he finally thinks he should sit down or you’ll catch on to him or something (little does he know that all you though of it was the fact that men like him are always busy.)
“so you’ve settled in okay?” he asks, as if the cctv installed outside your door doesn’t already tell him that you bring a steady flow of people home, friends.. un-friends and people he was genuinely jealous of. he was jealous of your friends too, because he desperately wanted to stay platonic with you and he didn’t know how they did that.
the conversation flows from one point to other and suddenly you ask him, “are you married?” and he looks startled at the question so quickly begin to apologise, you did not mean to overstep any boundaries.
“uh, i don’t know, i just haven’t found someone who i would like that much, i guess,” if the tension before was a lot, this was the worst it could get.
he leaves abruptly again, and you watch from your balcony as he pulls his car out of the parking and out, wishing he stayed sometime.
what you did not know though was the fact that the yandere was fully invested in your life, your friends, your daily errands. but this was what taking care of you meant, right?
the last straw came to him when you were at a party, frustrated by the lack of response that older man was giving you, you were desperate to get laid today even if you would end up being upset over the fact that it wasn’t him. but unknown to the fact that the yandere just had this.. odd feeling today? that he has to follow you and when he got to know it was a party? parties are never good news.
and he’s almost dozing off 2 hours later in his car, parked safely at a distance when he think he hears your voice. and sure enough when he takes a peek out, across the street is you, and wait, is that a guy following you.
“i was just kidding i really don’t want to go home with anybody tonight.”
he gets out of the car silently, and the guy who is insistent on getting his dick wet by specifically you, a statement which makes his blood boil, is too busy persuading you to notice the punch that the dilf throws at him from behind. the yandere doesn’t think about what you’ll ask about how he got there and stuff, this was serious and it only reaffirms his ideals that yes, he had to make sure you were safe and he had to follow you, god knows what would have happened if he wasn’t there.
as soon as the guy is knocked out, he looks at you and you look up at him surprised, your mouth forming an ‘o’ but noticing the haze in your eyes, he can feel relief inside.
“you’re here!” you exclaim and you are drunk, he concludes as you hug him. he might actually burst but he feels euphoric right now, as if he could cry, it was like he had this actual fear, what would he do if something happened to you? it was no longer the responsibility or the feeling of being answerable to your dad.
don’t worry after that, he drives you home, but his home. he has to make sure you’re safe at all times, right? what if someone decided to rob your place? or… the guy from earlier? what if he got your address from one of your friends? he couldn’t imagine it.
so there might be a change in plans, you don’t need to tell your dad yet though, or anybody. in fact, you might not need to go out at all. he made more than enough to sustain, and keep you safe, take care of you, like your dad asked, and he is nothing but a loyal friend, isn’t he?
now let's dive into little specifics, shall we?
yandere dilf is completely smitten, he was the first moment he saw you but right now you're at his mercy, and it gave me a hysterical kind of high.
and he is so so convinced that he's doing what he can to protect you and this is allthat can be done, there's no other way!
he brings you bits and pieces of news that are the most terrible of them all - murders, rapes, all of the worst stuff, so you realize how much of a favour the yandere is doing you by protecting you.
and your dad? as far as he's concerned, you're still going about your daily routine, there’s nothing wrong with it. he makes you call him because he doesn't want to deal with his friend, not yet.
yandere dilf is caring but he's also really short tempered, if he brings you food and you eat it silently without saying anything, he'll snap :(( because you should have said the food was good or you were happy that he brough you that, right?
but he realizes his fault quite soon, he was mature, he shouldn’t act this way with you. and he apologises, someone tell this man an apology means you would try not to do it again. because he does, he keeps on repeating the cycle.
at first you were completely opposed to whatever this weird idea was, but slowly you gave in, when you realized the heights he had thought all of this through to, all you could hope was someone to notice that this wasn't normal and help you. well, someone to notice and try to help you and not be bought off by the money that the yandere dilf gave them.
yandere dilf coddles you; at first this is how he got to break your shell, he patted your head when you did something good, something like eating, drinking water. and you loved it, as much as you hated to admit it, sometimes it felt like you put in so much efforts in your daily life to get people to love you, that it felt like a relief that here he was praising you for doing the smallest of tasks.
yandere dilf does not fuck you. he keeps himself in control, he does not even touch you if you're angry or upset at him, but he knows a few ways and he's bringing you around slowly to the idea of a you and him together creating an us.. he's getting there slowly and surely.
just… please.. don't try to escape or anything, that would really set the process back… or would it accelerate it…?
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I cant believe like... no one in the fandom has done a post like this yet that I can find?? It seems like a staple, and Im sending it here cause your wonderful and need more requests mwuah (´ з `)
What do you think would be some of the Hazbin Crew's ideal s/o? Like, what would attract them/get their attention initially, what they would need in a longtime partner, that type of thing! I would LOVE if you did Lucifer, Alastor, and Vox (my BOYS *sobs*) but feel free to do anyone and everyone you want to!
Their Ideal S/O
A/N: Thank you for this lovely request mwah😙 Also I sprinkled in other hcs to that I thought of while writing this
Pairing: Lucifer/Reader, Alastor/Reader, & Vox/Reader
Work under the cut🤞🏻
I feel like this man would love a clingy lover. Please always hold his hand. Sit on his lap while he does his work. Cuddle him to sleep at night. He LOVES physical touch.
Lucifer:
He'd also want a person he can spoil. He wants you to know he cares. He shows this by gift giving; (another one of his love languages) anything in his power is yours for the asking, you just name it!
As for looks, he wouldn't really care about those. He loves you for who you are.... THOUGH, if you were tall, he'd like to be topped by you. Or if you were short, he would tease you for that and act all proud bc he's taller than someone.
The thing that initially attracted him though was your smile. He always adored it. Just seeing you laugh and be happy always made his heart flutter.
He wants someone who can take care of him. He's a very needy man and is almost like a toddler to some degree. Of course he could do this stuff himself, but it makes him feel better knowing that you're willing to do it for him.
If you're gonna be with him, you have to be nice to Charlie. That's non negotiable. He doesn't want to put you in a spot where you feel like you have to parent her, of course not. All he wants is for his 2 favorite people to get along.
He needs someone who's willing to commit to the relationship as much as he is. He's still a bit hurt from Lilith, and he's trusting you to not break his heart like she did. He would be crushed.
Alastor:
He isn't one to like physical touch very much. Maybe a peck on the cheek here, holding hands a bit there, but other than that he doesn't want to be touched. Don't get me wrong, he loves you a lot! But he's not really the.. touchy type.
I see him more as lover that would like words of affirmation or quality time. Just your presence alone is enough for him. Though if he's with a clingy partner, he'll probably get them a plushy or something of the sort to hug and cuddle when he's in his 'no touch mood'.
He'd like if if you could cook. You could help him prepare jambalaya and other dishes his mom showed him to make. It'd be a great bonding experience.
Like Lucifer, he doesn't care much for looks. As long as you're willing to commit to him as he does for you, then it doesn't matter to him what you look like.
To be completely honest, he doesn't know exactly why he loves you or even fell for you in the first place. But he does, and did. Who is he to question that?
Vox:
This man is also a big physical touch lover. He always has his hand on your thigh, holding your hand, or just touching any place he can.
Please let him spoil you. You'd always have the latest phone and other tech like that. If you want something, he'd be glad to give it to you.
He wants someone that's loyal to him and only him. If he sees anyone else trying to flirt with you (*cough cough* val) he'd go absolutely insane. You are his.
If you could cook, he'd always love to eat your meals, breakfast lunch and dinner. Would 100% brag to the other Vees when he has lunch.
He'd prefer it if you're good with tech. He wants to be able to brainstorm ideas with you and show off his latest inventions. Also it would make it 10x easier to clean his system if you were the one to do it.
He cares more about looks than the other 2, but it's not a deal breaker for him. He'd like it if you were good looking (You're beautiful no matter what though ofc) but it's not a need. Regardless, he'd still call you beautiful and his pretty thing
He fell for you because of your of your personality. The way you walk about and present yourself. You take bullshit from anyone, you know your worth. Much as he does. You're like him, you both understand each other. That's why he sought out your love.
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I'm sorry if this exactly what you hoped it would be, I know I added a few random things but I hope you like it regardless :]
Once again thank you for the ask<3
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SITUATIONSHIP 〻ᯇ # lee heeseung
001. BOMBOCLAAT | smau + written 760 wrds
IN WHICH ✶ y/n loved the idea of love, simply because she hadn’t experienced it yet. She hoped and prayed that love would come to her at the perfect time of her life where she’s mentally stable and ready for it. So when she suddenly gets attention from Lee Heeseung—she can’t tell if she likes this or not? This sudden attention, he was extremely sweet to her, way too sweet that it was suspicious. Given his reputation, Heeseung wasn’t the type to settle. So why was he all up on Y/n? and just why was Y/n enjoying it? She was confused with herself and her new situationship, maybe she’s just overstimulated by everything and scared to commit.
“Oh my god, Hani! You just stole my kill.” Y/n groaned in disbelief. “Oh, I’m sorry.” The boy laughed, “I’ll let you have the kills, I'll just assist you now.”
“There’s shooting to the right, let’s rush!” Seunghan said as his and Y/n’s characters sprinted towards the shooting. “Okay. You got that, Y/n!”
“OKAY NEVERMIND PLEASE COME HELP ME!” Y/n shouted as everything went downhill as soon as she started shooting. “I DONT GOT THIS I DON’T THINK I’M THAT GOATED.” She rapidly spoke as she tapped quickly at her mouse.
“I got it.” Seunghan said as he quickly killed the team that was attacking Y/n. “Thank you, Hani. You’re my savior.” Y/n sighed in relief.
“Of course, we just have one more person now. Let’s go to find them.”
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“Hi, chat!” Heeseung waved to his webcam. “Me and Jake are gonna play a little fort today, maybe some roblox if I feel like it.” Heeseung explained the game plan for his stream today.
“Hi, chat.” An Australian accent spoke out, breaking the sound barrier which hurt Heeseungs ears, along with chat’s. “Jake, your mic is so loud bro.” Heeseung laughed as he switched the screen to discord, where you could see Jake adjusting the volume of his mic.
“Is this better?” Jake asked, Heeseung nodded his head approving the sound quality of his mic.
“Chat, I was just peacefully playing Sims 4 when Heeseung-Hyung suddenly tweets saying we are playing fortnite? I didn’t agree to this at first, I was busy making the boys.” Jake argues. “Jake likes to also give himself a girlfriend, right?” Heeseung teases, with a smirk on his face.
“Hyung, you know my dm’s are crazy filled.” Jake tried to show off. “Whatever, let’s just play fort, is your update done?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, do you want to play squads for the shits and giggles? We can just hope they have mics.” Heeseung suggested. “Yeah, playing with strangers…can be interesting sometimes.”
“Okay, ready up.” Heeseung says and Jake does so.
The two loaded into the game, being put into a squad with the users, “HaniHehe” and “FashionQueen127”.
“FashionQueen127? What kind of username is that?” Heeseung asked. “Says you, KittyDestroyer.com??” Y/n asked in confusion.
“I’m a kitty destroyer, it’s very literal.”
“And I’m a fashion queen, it’s very literal.” Y/n said seriously which made Heeseung and Jake laugh.
“I’m only playing around.” Heeseung chuckled. “HaniHehe, is your name Hani?” Jake asked. “It’s my nickname, my name is Seunghan.” Seunghan answered. “That’s cool! I’m Jake, duh, it's in my username.” Jake scoffed at himself.
“I’m Heeseung, what’s your name, FashionQueen127– Do you like NCT?” Heeseung asked mid sentence. “I do like NCT!” Y/n said with some excitement. “Oh, and my name is Y/n.”
“I’m streaming right now, say hi to my chat.” Heeseung said as he pinpointed “Fencing Fields”. “Let’s go to “fencing fields.”
“Hi, Chat.” Seunghan and Y/n said at the same time. “What’s your twitch username?” Seunghan asked. “It’s just my name Lee Heeseung.”
Y/n and Seunghan knew who Lee Heeseung was, hello who didn’t know Lee Heeseung?
The two went silent for a second, debating whether or not they should mention the fact that they both go to the same college as him.
“What’s your twitter?” Y/n asked. “It’s heeseung2earth! Do you listen to wave2earth?” Y/n loves wave2earth, she even saw them live once. “I love them! I saw them live before! I’m about to follow you.”
“Me too!” Seunghan said as he pulled his phone out. “Hey, I want new followers too. My user is jaeyun.sim!” Jake said.
user ynzhng has followed you!
user honghani has followed you!
Heeseung looked at his phone, looking at their profiles before following. Stunned at Y/n’s profile, he thought she was pretty.
“You guys go to Primrose? We go to Primrose!” Heeseung gasped as he followed the two. “Small world.” Y/n awkwardly chuckled.
“You knew who I was, didn't you?” Heeseung smirked. “Yeah, we did.” Y/n confessed, “You don’t know who we are– who I am at least so I didn’t say anything.” Y/n chuckled.
“What do you major in?” Heeseung asked as he looked around for loot. “Fashion.” Y/n answered plainly.
“And you major in dance right, Seunghan?” Heeseung asked, Seunghan was a familiar face to him.
“Yeah, I do.”
“You’re in…the Riize crew, right?” Heeseung tried to remember what dance crew the other was in. “Yes, I am!”
“That’s cool! Chat, we just made new friends!”
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imagine no war!!! remus after hogwarts decides to go to university, meets a muggle and falls head over heels but doesn't think he's good enough for her (w his condition on top of being a wizard and poor) but he brings her to meet the marauders anyway because they keep asking to meet the person he won't shut up about, maybe harry's birthday or just a pub outing or whatever??? he's nervous she'll fancy sirius but it's quite clear to everyone the second they meet that she clearly only has heart eyes for remus and the gang are like are you insane she's CLEARLY smitten with you and it literally takes everyone he knows to point it out for him to think he might even have a chance but is still floored when she's like "remus, i adore you, i've adored you from the moment we met" bc goddammit he deserves to be loved like that!!!
𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞
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Summary: The request sums it up, read it hoe
Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader
Warnings: Alcohol consumption and that's all I can think abt hehe
Word Count: 4.5K (i'm sorry)
Requested: Yes
A/N: I'm absolutely sobbing. This is so cute!!! I'm using the Reggie was a spy for the order wild card and roll with that. Tysm for this awesome idea, nonnie! And sorry it took so long.
Remus knew magic existed, the type of magic that opens doors, gives you luck or disarms someone. But until he met her, he didn't know there was a type of magic that could be contained in someone's eyes, someone's smile, or even in that little quirk she had of squinting every time she focused.
Y/N Y/L/N. Even her name felt like the sweetest honey when it rolled off your tongue and into the air, he figured. She was a new kind of magic and Remus was hooked from the get go. They had met on a rather peculiar set of circumstances. When Moony first got to college, he had no friends or anyone nearby to help him cope with the abrupt transition. The boys visited as much as they could, but it'd be for about an hour or two before they had to go back to the ministry.
So, as he did when he arrived at Hogwarts, Remus found solace in reading and taking his wolfsbane at appropriate times. He was doing a classics mayor and reading the Plato classics was a convenient way to kill time while doing something productive. The boy spent hours in the library, sitting on the couches or getting some annotations done on the desks; he'd be done with the school's classics collection before the semester was over if he kept that pace.
He would have if he hadn't found those notes. Remus first noticed them in a worn copy of a compilation from a specific period of Plato's scripts, the third page in Philebus. "Socrates is being very reductive. I don't like it. Out of character, I do declare" written in red ink, cursive letters delicate in the ripped white paper.
He giggled at that, his thoughts exactly. Moony picked the piece of paper and examined it to see if it had any indications of who might've written it, but he found nothing. He only knew that the person who wrote it had a ruined red pen; the stains of ink sitting messily on the opposite side of the annotation. Remus was a sucker for mystery stories and he viewed this as an opportunity of having one of his own!
A short-lived one, since he cracked the case when a pretty girl on his history of philosophy class asked around for a red pen. Remus frantically but quietly rummaged through his satchel and found one just in time.
He rushed to her, offering it out “Here” he smiled, looking down at her as she looked up at him. “Thanks… Remus isn’t it? I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure. Y/N Y/L/N”. Y/N introduced herself, offering her hand out. Stained in red. The boy stared shocked at the realization this was the person he’d been looking for.
“Oh shit m’sorry, it looks like I committed a murder or something. My pen started leaking yesterday while I was studying in the library” She laughed and Remus swore he’d faint if he hadn’t gripped her hand. “Actually…” Remus started, searching in his pocket for the piece of paper he kept, when he finally found it, he showed it to her and a smile broke on those pretty lips.
“…I hope you don’t mind! I-I kept it. Been looking for you, it made me laugh” He admitted, handing it to her “You found me then! And, you’re very much welcome to keep it, Remus” Y/N grinned and Remus mirrored her expression sweetly. They met for coffee the next day. The day after that, they studied together. And the week after, they shared lunch.
About two months after they talked for the first time, they had gone on a date every single week. From museum outings to walks around campus if one of them didn't have much time. They also sat together in philosophy and, turns out, literature (which they realized they shared after).
Y/N gifted him a cool rock once, and he kissed her.
He kept the rock in his pocket ever since.
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"Come on, mate, you gotta tell us who she is!" James exclaimed, his excitement palpable as he repeatedly patted the worn wooden bar in the cozy pub they had agreed to meet at. Remus chuckled and shook his head, a fond smile dancing on his lips as he took another sip of his whiskey.
"You've been talking non-stop about her since you two met! The last three times we've seen each other, it's been Y/N this, Y/N that. We've gotta meet the missus," Sirius playfully teased, giving Remus a light shove with his shoulder.
Rolling his eyes playfully, Remus glanced at his friends, grateful for their persistent curiosity but also hesitant to share too much. "Oh, Pads, don't call her that! We're not even official yet, and I doubt we'll ever be. She'll find someone, alright, but I'm just good old Remus," he replied, a hint of wistfulness shadowing his gaze.
It was true; good old Remus had learned how to stop caring about what other people thought of him, but that didn't mean he was entirely confident about who he was.
Navigating the Muggle world presented its own set of challenges for Remus. He knew that at some point, he would have to confront the whole "Hey, I'm a wizard, and there's this whole other world you don't know about, hope you don't mind!" situation with Y/N.
Then there were the lingering money issues that weighed on his mind. College was not cheap, but he had managed to secure a decent scholarship, which alleviated some of the burden. He hoped Y/N wouldn't care about his financial situation. And, of course, there was the delicate matter of revealing his true nature as a literal werewolf. How would she react when she found out?
Yeah.
He was good old Remus: poor Remus, monster Remus, scarred Remus, wizard Remus. If he were honest with himself, he was surprised they had made it past the first day, considering he had stupidly worn a short-sleeved t-shirt without anything to conceal the telltale signs of his condition.
But she noticed the perceptive and kind-hearted soul that she was, and she chose not to mention it. In that moment, Remus couldn't help but imagine the possibilities, but he also knew that reality had a way of reminding him of his limitations. Moony knew he would never be able to claim her as his own. Not in this lifetime, not in the next.
For now, he chose to cherish the moments they shared, basking in her laughter and marveling at the way her hair defied gravity with its radiant beauty. She was his bit of magic in a world that often seemed devoid of it. Deep down, however, he couldn't shake the nagging certainty that good things didn't last for boys like him—boys with tragedy coursing through their veins.
"Yeah, no. We're not doing this shit again," Sirius declared, shaking his head in disagreement. Remus's best friends had grown accustomed to his self-deprecating tendencies and were determined to lift his spirits. Remus might have been a mysterious figure to some, but to the Marauders, he was an open book, their brother.
"That's why she likes you, mate. You're good old amazing, lovely, smart, hot Remus!" James proclaimed with a boisterous cheer, pulling Remus into a tight embrace. "Tell you what, bring her to Harry's birthday party this weekend! I'm sure Lily won't mind," he suggested, his mischievous grin widening. Sirius enthusiastically chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Just ask her first and let me know, okay? I don't want Harry to have a bad time becaus-"
"Oh, Moons, the party is more for us than for him! He'll be out like a light by eight, and we'll get wasted like we always do," Prongs interjected, his infectious laughter filling the air, causing Remus to join in, his worries momentarily forgotten in the camaraderie of his friends.
There was no way out of this one, not that he sought an escape. Remus couldn't blame his best friends for their eagerness to meet Y/N. They knew him better than anyone, and they could see the spark of happiness she had ignited within him. Moony did little to hide his excitement, his heart fluttering with the hope that maybe, just maybe, things would work out.
Now, he just needed Lily's approval so he could gather the courage to ask the girl who had captivated his heart to accompany him to the birthday celebration—a step that held the promise of a new chapter in his life, one filled with both joy and uncertainty
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Remus nervously fiddled with the corner of his book, stealing glances at Y/N across the library. The soft rays of afternoon sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows, casting a warm, golden glow on the rows of ancient tomes and the elegant wooden shelves that lined the room. But in that moment, all Remus could see was Y/N, a radiant presence amidst the tranquil surroundings.
Summoning his courage, Remus took a deep breath and approached her table. The scent of old parchment mingled with the delicate fragrance of her perfume, creating an intoxicating blend that filled his senses. As he neared, he couldn't help but notice the way her eyes sparkled with intelligence and curiosity as she immersed herself in the world of words. Her hair cascaded down in gentle waves, its hue reminiscent of auburn leaves in autumn, and he found himself captivated by the way it framed her face, enhancing her natural beauty.
"Hey, love," Remus greeted her with a warm smile, trying his best to appear at ease. "Mind if I join you for a moment?"
Y/N looked up, a surprised yet welcoming expression crossing her features. Her eyes met Remus's, and a playful glimmer danced within their depths. She gestured to the seat across from her, her voice laced with gentle humor. "Well, if you insist. But only if you promise not to distract me from my riveting studies."
Remus chuckled, grateful for her light-hearted response. He took the offered seat, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "I'll do my best to behave, I promise," he replied, a twinkle in his own eyes. "But I do have something on my mind that I wanted to ask you."
Y/N raised an eyebrow. Her curiosity piqued. "Oh, really? Well, go on then. I'm all ears."
"There's a little someone's birthday coming up this weekend," Remus began, his voice filled with playful anticipation. "Harry, James' adorable son, is turning two years old. And, well, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me to the party."
Y/N's face lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight, her smile contagious. "Are you asking me to crash a toddler's birthday party? That sounds like a dangerous proposition," she teased, her tone lighthearted.
Remus laughed, his nerves easing with every moment of their easy banter. "Well, I can promise you that the party will be more entertaining than dangerous," he quipped, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "There'll be cake, balloons, and probably a fair amount of chaos. It's a chance to embrace your inner child if you want to look at it that way."
Y/N pretended to consider it, her finger tapping against her chin. "Hmm, cake, balloons, and chaos? You make a compelling case," she replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "How can I resist? Count me in, darling. I'd love to celebrate with you and your mates."
Remus couldn't contain his happiness, his relief flooding through him like a warm wave. "Brilliant!" he exclaimed, a genuine excitement coloring his voice. "I can't wait for you to meet everyone, t-they insisted I brought the girl I don't shut up about to the party"
Y/N smiled at that, holding Remus's hand over the table. "So you've talked to your friends about me?" "Oh shut it" He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Right before those grey clouds of self deprecation repeating "this won't last" and "enjoy it before she realizes what you truly are" clouded his mind.
He shoved the thoughts away, holding to Y/N's smile against his lips as if it was an anchor saving him from drowning.
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Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea.
He really did try to plan it all neatly. From what he'd wear to how he'd introduced her to his friends. Remus even asked them to keep the magic discreet since it was all too soon for that conversation, but for fuck's sake; it all got thrown out the window when he saw her in low waisted flared pants and his Bowie shirt. "H-hey!" He smiled, almost yelling, but she just laughed at his enthusiasm.
"Hi Rem," she sighed, leaving a kiss on the corner of his lips which she left lingering a bit too long. "Ready?" "As I'll ever be!". As Y/N and Remus walked hand in hand, the excitement in the air was palpable. However, beneath her playful demeanor, Y/N couldn't shake the nerves that fluttered in her stomach. Meeting Remus's best friends felt like stepping into a new world, and the fear of not fitting in or being accepted gnawed at her.
She stole a quick glance at Remus, hoping he wouldn't notice the physical manifestations of her anxiety. The last thing she wanted was to burden him with her own inner turmoil. But even as she tried to compose herself, her voice wavered slightly as she spoke.
"Remus, I can't deny that I'm feeling a bit... off," she admitted, her words stumbling over her nervousness. "My heart feels like it's racing a marathon, and there's this knot in my stomach that just won't loosen. I hope it's not too obvious." Remus turned his head towards her, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. His eyes sparkled with warmth and understanding.
"Hey, I get it," he said, his tone comforting. "Meeting new people can be nerve-wracking, and our bodies have interesting ways of letting us know. But you know what? You're doing great, sweetheart, and I'm here with you. We'll take it one step at a time, and I promise we'll have a good time together. So, let's embrace the adventure, nerves and all, and see what the night has in store for us, okay?"
Y/N nodded thankfully, the knot loosening up a little. “Thanks baby”. The world stopped in Remus’ perspective at the pet name but he just nodded and kissed her cheek. He helped. He was a warm blanket after a long day even when moments like those weren’t happening. Comfort.
They eventually got to James’ place; the loud music coming from the two floor house making Y/N feel even more at ease. It radiated a warm, welcoming energy even before stepping in. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.
“Deep breath”. They both took a breath before approaching the door and knocking, the wine Remus’ plus one brought close to breaking with the force she was holding it with. A bright smile opened the door, hugging Remus immediately. “You have no idea how happy I am you’re here Moony”.
Y/N smiled sweetly at the nickname the boy had for his best mate. She didn’t know where it came from but James seemed to be the sun reflecting on the moon. On Moony. The girl knew Remus’ light was enough to outshine the sun itself, but the comparison seemed cute.
“You must be Y/N! He can’t shut up about you. Can I hug you? It’s okay if not, Sirius says I need to ask before hugging people but I just love it so much I cannot help myself” He rambled, making her giggle as she uttered a small ‘It’s okay’ and hugged the boy. She noticed Remus staring and just winked at him. “Is that cake I smell?” Y/N grinned, peeking inside before James stepped aside to let them both in.
“Yes, come inside! My wife, Lily, has just finished baking her chocolate cake recipe. It’s bloody brilliant! Harry’s favorite in his short lived culinary experience. You gotta meet him too!” Moony stayed behind, cherishing the way James’ warm welcome made Y/N feel a little more comfortable; her shoulders relaxed as well as her grip on the wine bottle.
He stepped in, hanging his coat on the rack he helped Lily choose when his best friends bought the house. Rapid steps came running down the stairs, and before he turned around, the smell of cigarettes and leather filled his nostrils. “Hello Pads” he smirked, hugging his friend tightly.
“Hey Moons! Did the missus come?” “Yes, she’s outside with James and Lily-“. He was cut short when his best friend, (his eyeliner wearing, muscled, rocker, tattooed, charming best friend) ran all the way into the garden to greet the girl. He was head over heels over.
A new feeling settled into his chest. An unpleasant one. Sirius was a dream. Remus was just good old Remus. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! He sighed heavily, ran a hand through his hair, and then covered his mouth. Y/N was not one to be too forward, but the way Sirius looked and acted could easily make her reconsider.
It got worse when he heard her loud laugh coming from the garden, followed by a chuckle that unmistakably came from Sirius. His best friend would never do it on purpose, but then again, his charm was never used on purpose. It just sort of happened. Remus sighed and walked outside to find the girl saying hi to Harry.
The toddler had his tiny hand wrapped around the girl's fingers, babbling incoherencies, as Y/N had a full conversation with him. "Are you sure?" she asked and Harry answered nonsense as the girl nodded back. She looked up at Remus coming through the sliding door. "Remus, he's the cutest thing I've ever seen!".
He laughed and walked over to her. The girl immediately wrapped her hands around his arm and hugged him tightly. James winked at Moony and went inside as the conversation ensued, Sirius teasing Remus about the girl he "brought home".
Soon, Y/N was well adapted to their friend's sense of humour and was joking around with Lily about how dumb they could all be. Despite Y/N's worries, it all went by smoothly. The one he got along with the most was James; he loved asking questions, and she loved answering them.
Remus had always loved her laugh; Seeing his best friends being the cause of it made it even better. "I'm telling you, he's insane!" Sirius laughed, bouncing his leg up and down as Harry sat on his lap giggling. "He's an absolute sweetheart" Y/N answered, kissing Remus' cheek as his best friends tried putting dirt (rightfully deserved dirt) on his name.
"Wait until you know him just a tiny bit better. You'll get to see his menacing self... got us in a shit ton of trouble back in school" James chuckled, making Remus roll his eyes and trying to divert her attention by asking if she wanted a bit more cake.
During their evening, Y/N kept a tight grasp on Remus’ hand while smiling at his friend’s jokes. When it was his turn to laugh, Sirius noticed how the girl looked intently over at Remus with a grin on her face. His eyes looked gorgeous in the sun with those little wrinkles when he giggled, she thought.
In that moment, she realized she wanted Remus to say her name as you’re supposed to say it; sleepily, with a mouth full of food, between laughters and in tears. Y/N saw the specks of brown in the amber colored lake that his eyes were and fell completely. Sirius saw it, James saw it, Lily saw it.
Even more when he turned to look down at her and wipe a bit of chocolate off her cheek, and she kept that look of utter adoration for him. “He’s gone” Lily mumbled to her husband. “She’s too” he agreed. Sirius smirked, getting up to get Harry to bed as he fell asleep on his uncle’s arms as the sun set.
James and Sirius were at the center of attention, regaling the group with a hilarious story from their time at school. Their voices were animated, and they gesticulated with enthusiasm, drawing everyone into their tale. Remus stood nearby, a mix of amusement and mild embarrassment evident on his face.
"And then, there was this one time at Hogwarts," James began, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "when we decided to prank the entire Slytherin common room! We turned all their robes into neon pink ones!"
Sirius chimed in, laughter bubbling in his voice. "Oh, it was epic! They all looked like walking flamingos! The look on their faces was priceless!"
Y/N was thoroughly entertained by the story, but she couldn't help but notice Remus's subtle blush. She leaned closer to him and whispered teasingly, "Remus, were you part of this grand pink robe conspiracy too?"
Remus grinned, shaking his head. "I plead the fifth," he replied, trying to hide his amusement. "Let's just say those were wild times, and I may or may not have been an innocent bystander."
Y/N laughed, enjoying the playful banter. She was captivated by the camaraderie and genuine friendship between the group. As the evening continued, she found herself drawn into more anecdotes and laughter, feeling a sense of warmth and acceptance in their company.
Remus's friends made her feel welcome and included, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for being a part of this close-knit circle, even if she didn't know the full extent of their world. The nerves that had accompanied her earlier had transformed into excitement and a genuine desire to create new memories with Remus and his friends.
The feeling was reciprocated. Remus felt, and not on mere theory; the moment Y/N excused herself to go to the bathroom, his best friends started gushing to him about the girl. "Moony, she's in love" Sirius said between incredulous and joyous laugh "Oh Pad-" "Mate, I'm telling you... she looks at you like you hung the bloody stars!" now said James, Lily nodding pridefully "She looks at you just how James looked at me back in the day".
And Merlin did he want to believe them! He truly, really did. But instead, there was this empty feeling on his chest. There was no way Y/N Y/L/N looked at him in the way James looked at Lily; Almost scared of the joy she brought to him, like that pain in his heart would end up killing him and he'd quite literally die a happy man. So, when Remus dropped her off at her flat and turned his head before she'd kiss him on the mouth, the void went deeper.
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Y/N couldn't sleep that night. Her mind was restless, thoughts of Remus swirling in her head like a tempest. She tossed and turned, replaying the events of the evening over and over again, each memory etching itself into her heart. There was no denying it anymore; she was utterly and completely in love with him.
The realization hit her like a wave crashing onto the shore, powerful and unstoppable; she was head over heels for Remus Lupin.
The next day, Y/N couldn't concentrate on anything. Her mind kept drifting back to Remus, like she'd could easily find herself absentmindedly doodling hearts and his name on the margins of her notebook. She needed to tell him; she couldn't keep this to herself any longer.
In the late afternoon, she gathered her courage and dialed his number, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to pick up. When he finally answered, his warm voice on the other end sent shivers down her spine.
"Hey, Remus," she began, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside her. "I was wondering if we could meet up later? There's something I want to talk to you about." Remus's response was filled with concern. "Of course, love. Is everything alright?" "Yes, everything's fine," she reassured him. "I just... I have something to tell you, something important."
He agreed to meet at their favorite cafe later that evening, and Y/N's heart fluttered with nervous excitement. The minutes leading up to their meeting felt like an eternity, but finally, the time came. When they sat down together, Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. Remus looked at her with those caring, gentle eyes, and she felt a rush of emotions wash over her.
"Remus," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't even know where to start. Y-you've brought so much magic into my life. From the moment we met, I felt something special, something I couldn't quite put into words."
He listened intently, his gaze never leaving hers.
"I've never felt this way before," she continued, her cheeks flushing with emotion. "You're like a beautiful enigma, a captivating mystery that I can't get enough of. You make me laugh, you make me feel safe and cherished, and every moment with you is a treasure. You've shown me a kind of magic that I never knew existed, a magic that exists in the little things, the stolen glances, the shared laughter, and the way you hold my hand. It's like you've cast a spell on me, and I never want it to end."
Remus's eyes softened, and a tender smile graced his lips. "Y/N, you're the most incredible person I've ever met," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. "From the moment I saw your ink-stained hands, I knew you were something special. You've brought light into my life, and I can't believe that someone as amazing as you could feel this way about me."
He reached across the table and took her hand in his, their fingers interlocking like two puzzle pieces, finding their perfect fit.
"I'm not good with grand gestures or flowery words," he said, his voice a whisper. "But I can tell you this: I care about you deeply, more than I ever thought possible. You make me happy like I never imagined I'd could feel. I've fallen in love with you, Y/N, and I can't believe my luck."
Y/N's heart soared, tiny tears of joy welling up in her eyes. "Oh, Remus," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "I'm so in love with you too. You've shown me a kind of love I never knew existed, a love that feels like coming home. I cherish every moment with you, and I want to share my time with you, if you'll have me."
Without hesitation, Remus leaned across the table, closing the distance between them, and pressed a soft, tender kiss to her lips. It was a kiss filled with love and promise, sealing their feelings and intentions.
"I'd be honored to have you in my life, Y/N," he whispered against her lips. "You're my bit of magic in a world that can be harsh and uncertain, and I never want to let you go."
And so, in that cozy cafe, two souls found solace in each other's love. The world around them faded into the background as they basked in the enchantment of their newfound love, knowing that this kind of magic was unlike any other they had ever known. They had found something truly extraordinary in each other, a love that would stand the test of time and shine brighter than any star in the night sky.
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HOW THEY REACT TO SOMEONE FLERTING WITH THEM| BLLK (f!reader)
Type 1- HE KNOWS HE’S BEING FLIRTED WITH AND DOESN’T GIVE A DAMN
He knows the person is hitting on him, but he pretends not to know. His ear is already hurting from so much “you’re such a man, full of talents and blah blah”. And when the person approaches him, touching him, he dodges, staring at the person for the first time and they say, “Did you see my girlfriend? She’s the most beautiful woman here.” Cutting through the vibe of the person who was hitting on him, smiling internally when he saw the person’s face of disappointment. “Oh, there she is. The woman of my life.” He points at you on the other side, talking to other people and goes towards you, loudly saying "love!" and kissing you as soon as you hug him.
karasu, rin, sae, aryu, chigiri, lorenzo,
Type 2- KNOWS HE’S BEING FLIRTED WITH AND SHOWS OFF HIS DATING RING
“Do I date?” The person nods in affirmation, and he raises his right hand, showing the ring shining on his finger. “Yes, I date and I love my girl.” He says smile, his eyes shining like the ring and starts talking about you to the person.
isagi, bachira, kurona, nanase, hiori, kunigami, kyiora, aoshi
Type 3- HE SAYS THAT HE IS DATING AND IS RUDE TO THE PERSON
“You don’t see the ring, do you?” He almost rubs his hand in the person’s face. “Didn’t your mother teach you to respect what belongs to others?” The person has already understood that he is committed, but he continues. “My wife is the only woman for me in the world. No one is better than her, and if she didn’t exist, I’d become a monk!” He speaks loudly, staring the person up and down, disgusted, and walks away from the person, looking for you.
michael, barou, reo, sendou, alexis
Type 4- HE KNOWS HE’S BEING FLIRTED WITH AND FLIRTS BACK.
“This one?” He looks at the ring on his finger. “Oh, it’s just my dating ring, nothing to worry about.” He makes the woman laugh, she leans on him more and more, and he just forgets he has a girlfriend. You are not surprised to see such a scene. It is almost a routine, but it still makes you very sad.
oliver, otoya, ryusei
Type 5- DOESN’T KNOW HE’S BEING FLIRTED WITH.
“So... If you want to get out of here, go somewhere more private...” The woman speaks, approaching him and you arrive just in time. “That’s my girlfriend. You should talk to her. She’ll help you better than I can,” He said, pointing at you. After the woman walks away, clearly angry, he hugs you, saying he didn’t understand what had happened. “She was flirting with you, baby.” He pauses for a moment, eyebrows raised, eyes and mouth open, finally understanding what was happening. “You didn’t notice, did you?” You ask and he shakes his head, making you laugh.
nagi, zantetsu, gagamaru, niko
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maybe general dating headcanons of the succession characters? like the type of partners/lovers they are? thx 😸
hi anon!! so sorry this is late AKDJSJF hopefully you like it x love u thank u for requesting <3
listened to “i see the light” on loop while I wrote this so now it’s the size of a oneshot
dating them (succession main cast)
Kendall
ᝰ idc what you have to say, words of affirmation is his TOP love language
ᝰ all the others apply to him but like
ᝰ that one is his favorite
ᝰ both to give and to receive
ᝰ he’s always making sure you’re happy
ᝰ in the moment and just in general
ᝰ and it’s like his world comes crashing down when you express you’re feeling insecure
ᝰ he’s your #1 supporter in self love
ᝰ once you’ve moved in together, he starts leaving you notes where he know’s you’ll find them
ᝰ things like “you’re loved” with crappy doodles of hearts and two stick figures that you think are supposed to be the both of you
ᝰ he likes treating you to nice things whenever he can
ᝰ fancy dinners, jewelry, watches, vacations
ᝰ he has the money; it’s not like he’s just going to NOT spend it on you
ᝰ and he’s your biggest advocate in everything
ᝰ sometime’s he’s lowkey rude about it
ᝰ like if your order comes out wrong at a restaurant
ᝰ he’s all “um, actually, no, this isn’t right”
ᝰ and you’re just “ken calm down”
ᝰ “no, you deserve the best, which is what you’re going to get.”
ᝰ maybe he’s not so much into kissing in public, but he’s always touching you one way or another
ᝰ he’s always holding your hand, or you’ve taken his bicep or elbow, or he has his hand on the small of your back, your hip, your shoulder
ᝰ the paparazzi is always around, and he wants you close and safe
ᝰ and he also likes that everyone can see that the two of you are involved
ᝰ committed to each other
ᝰ at the end of the day, he’s just happy you’re his
ᝰ you make him a better man
ᝰ and he’s eternally grateful that he has you
ᝰ he’s your big ol softie
Roman
ᝰ physical touch and quality time
ᝰ you spend all of your evenings together cuddled up and murmuring to each other about your days
ᝰ can’t cook for the life of him, but when he can, he makes you breakfast
ᝰ if your hair is long, he’ll learn to braid just so he can spend mor time with you
ᝰ under all the jokes he’s really just soft and sapp
ᝰ he treats you with so much car
ᝰ everything he does is thought out as to how you’ll receive i
ᝰ he only takes you out to dinner when he knows you’ll be able to have your favorite table
ᝰ he learns how to make different kinds of soup for you when you’re sick
ᝰ subtle pda king
ᝰ if you’re at dinner with his family, his hand’s on your thigh
ᝰ if you’re out walking in the street, he’s holding your hand
ᝰ if you’re lounging around on his dad’s yacht, his head’s on your stomach
ᝰ and he’s snoring but that’s not the point
ᝰ he loves just being with you
ᝰ he sits right up against you when you’re on the couch
ᝰ he lets you sit in his lap whenever you want
ᝰ his arm’s around you in every picture you take
ᝰ your cheeks smushed together in a bunch of selfies
ᝰ you’re his phone wallpaper
ᝰ work and home
ᝰ he loves talking about you
ᝰ at work galas he absolutely adores introducing you as his spouse
ᝰ or if you’re not there he asks “oh, do you happen to know my partner?”
ᝰ and then talks about you nonstop
ᝰ at a dinner you leave him to go get something for you both to drink
ᝰ before you make your way back, you spot him talking to a colleague
ᝰ he has his wallet out, and he’s showing the colleague something
ᝰ you get closer and realize it’s a picture of you
Shiv
ᝰ she treats you like a queen
ᝰ she’s a physical touch girl
ᝰ but really she loves words of affirmation
ᝰ and gift giving
ᝰ giving you gifts, specifically
ᝰ her favorite part of life after meeting you is spending lazy mornings in, cuddled up, kissing, touching
ᝰ she particularly enjoys going on long walks with you
ᝰ down piers, beaches, whatever
ᝰ her hand in yours, her eyes towards the sky
ᝰ she loves bringing things back for you from work trips
ᝰ or any trip she takes
ᝰ chocolates, matching bracelets, trinkets that remind you of her
ᝰ she makes all your days brighter
ᝰ one day on a visit to her office to bring her lunch, you find out there's literally seven framed pictures of you on her desk
ᝰ you are her phone wallpaper
ᝰ but she has it so it changes every time her phone closes
ᝰ so it's really thirty different photos of you are her wallpaper
ᝰ most mornings, she’s tucked up against you
ᝰ face buried in your neck
ᝰ it’s her favorite place to be
ᝰ just with you
ᝰ despite all of her peacocking and chest puffery, she just needs your support
ᝰ she needs you
ᝰ she needs her rock
ᝰ your love
ᝰ she tends to overthink and stress herself out
ᝰ but when things look like they’re going bad, she knows she can come to you
ᝰ and you’ll kiss her, tell her she’s beautiful, coo to her with that perfect voice of yours
ᝰ and suddenly everything is okay again
ᝰ for that, she knows you deserve the world
ᝰ she pampers you
ᝰ spoils you
ᝰ a tradition between the two of you is an annual trip down to the caribbean
ᝰ you both spend all your time out on the beach
ᝰ either splashing each other in the water
ᝰ or her curled up on top of you, skin pressed to yours
ᝰ she loves doing your hair and picking out outfits when you let her
ᝰ she loves doting on you when you’re sick
ᝰ she can’t bear it when you’re hurt
ᝰ but obviously won’t ever show it
ᝰ what she will show is how much she loves you
ᝰ everywhere you go, you feel loved
ᝰ she’ll never stop loving you
Tom
ᝰ mr. quality time
ᝰ literally does not care what you’re doing; he’s with you
ᝰ all he wants is to be with you
ᝰ you bring him peace
ᝰ his favorite pastime is cuddling with you in bed
ᝰ specifically with your jaw cupped in his hand, anchoring your head to his chest
ᝰ along with quality time, he’s huge on gift giving
ᝰ every week, he comes home with flowers
ᝰ and there’s always a fresh vase on your work desk
ᝰ he LOVES writing you notes
ᝰ love letters, even
ᝰ every new bouquet of flowers that show up at your work come with a heartfelt note
ᝰ in every single one, he tells you he loves you
ᝰ then writes about whatever it is he has going on in his day and how he’s thinking of you
ᝰ while he’ll never admit it, he loves pda
ᝰ specifically when you initiate it
ᝰ it makes him all smiley and happy
ᝰ he especially loves it when you’re hanging off of his arm at work things and he gets to show you off
ᝰ he just thinks you’re the most gorgeous person to exist ever
ᝰ he can never go to sleep without his arms around you
ᝰ he started wearing those nasal strips because he knows he snores and doesn’t want to keep you awake
ᝰ this man loves him a good restaurant
ᝰ but only if you’re there with him
ᝰ he can never get behind sitting across from you unless you’re in a booth
ᝰ he says that it’s more intimate when you’re sitting next to each other at a square table
ᝰ ALWAYS lets you eat from his plate
ᝰ if he ever ‘stoops as low’ (his words) as to go to a fast food place, he always asks if you want fries
ᝰ he knows to get you an order regardless otherwise you’ll just steal from him
ᝰ not that he cares anyway
ᝰ he also particularly loves watching the sun set with you
ᝰ something poetic about the sky almost being as beautiful as you
ᝰ you both try to watch it whenever you can
ᝰ because you only have so many days on this earth
ᝰ he wants to spend as many of them as physically possible with you
ᝰ you’ve noticed, though, over the sunsets, he doesn’t really pay attention to them after a certain amount of time
ᝰ he just stares at you
ᝰ and whenever you catch his eyes, they’re so full of love
ᝰ just for you
ᝰ only for you
Greg
ᝰ acts of service warrior
ᝰ LOVES doing things for you
ᝰ whether it be chores or bringing you coffee at work
ᝰ he likes feeling useful
ᝰ especially if he feels useful to you
ᝰ it’s a different sort of ecstasy for him
ᝰ you like buying him bracelets
ᝰ he wears them everywhere
ᝰ you’d gotten him an “i love my partner” (those like i <3 my gf) pin as a joke and he unironically wears it around on his waystar lanyard
ᝰ "yeah, my partner got that for me!"
ᝰ he’s a bit panicky and overthinks too much
ᝰ but he just has to look at you and his anxieties come under control
ᝰ he’s always running around, so he really enjoys just laying with you in bed
ᝰ he sleeps like a dying victorian child
ᝰ slumped over on you like the life was sucked from him
ᝰ he likes going on miniature adventures with you
ᝰ they’re nothing crazy; just dates that push him out of his comfort zone
ᝰ like kayaking
ᝰ you had to force him into the boat to go kayaking with you
ᝰ like physically
ᝰ yeah he’s scared, he doesn’t want to get hurt
ᝰ he doesn’t want you to get hurt
ᝰ but he hears you laughing and sees your gorgeous smile
ᝰ and that’s when he realizes he can just suck it up
ᝰ because he wants you happy
ᝰ he learns how to make those braided bracelets for you
ᝰ it’s a calming hobby, and he likes seeing them on your wrists
ᝰ he made something for you
ᝰ and you like it
ᝰ that’s all he could ever need in life
ᝰ he learns how to cook your favorite meals for you
ᝰ and he’s a surprisingly good cook
ᝰ his hyper vigilance over the food makes it come out almost perfectly every time
ᝰ unless he’s having a breakdown
ᝰ which happens less now that he’s gotten with you
ᝰ you make things calm
ᝰ he loves calm
ᝰ he loves you
Stewy
ᝰ he’s so extra
ᝰ literally every single love language under the sun is his favorite one
ᝰ showers you with little trinkets that just remind him of you
ᝰ if you collect something, he’s constantly gifting you specifically that
ᝰ he spends as much time as he can with you
ᝰ as long as he’s not working, he’s perfectly content just sitting in silence with you
ᝰ he’s a massive fan of the water
ᝰ may it be yachts, jetskiis, floating gazebos
ᝰ he likes making special dates out of things like that
ᝰ he wants you to feel like everything you do together is new
ᝰ he doesn’t want you getting bored
ᝰ he’s worried you will, actually
ᝰ if he buys you jewelry, it’s hella expensive
ᝰ and diamond studded
ᝰ if you’re a watch person, he’s even worse
ᝰ he buys you every watch you ever look at
ᝰ goes the most bananas over pda out of everyone
ᝰ internally, anyway
ᝰ he doesn’t make it kown, but his some of his favorite moments with you are when you’re both bustling through a crowd in italy or something
ᝰ but you’re clinging to each other so neither of you get lost
ᝰ did i mention he likes traveling
ᝰ he likes traveling
ᝰ and you’re the only person he’d ever even consider traveling with
ᝰ at night in greece, he discovers he likes the pinky holding thing
ᝰ he saw it on tiktok
ᝰ so when you’re walking back to your hotel, he hooks his pinky with yours
ᝰ and it becomes a thing between you two
ᝰ also is for some reason obsessed with giving you his jacket when you’re cold
ᝰ it could be below freezing and you already have a jacket on
ᝰ and he’d give you his blazer or coat anyway
ᝰ and he’ll stand there shivering with this dumb grin on his face
ᝰ it always ends with you two sharing a scarf
ᝰ you think he does it on purpose, just do be close
ᝰ just to have an excuse to have an arm around you
ᝰ and really, you’re right
ᝰ he just needs you
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⎯⎯ PROLOGUE, TRAVELING STAR ❞
DESC. y/n had been living her life as a detective, being extremely successful with her solved cases. however, she finds herself at the end of her path as she walked onto the next path of her new life.
WARNINGS. death, suicide, a little bit of swearing, gore
BUTTERFLY'S NOTE. this is mainly about y/n's backstory and her old life, information about how she died etc etc!! Lowercase intended. Also just a little heads up, a little rushed!!
LYRICS. "live fast, die young. bad girls do it well!" - Bad Girls by M.I.A.
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Y/N is a full grown adult that lives alone in her apartment. as a detective, seventy nine percent of your life have you been using your brain. you never once tried following your heart, and it was expected you will never use it. because from what you thought, it was risky. and you can't risk your life falling into pieces of glass that can't be fixed. but did this mean y/n never had a partner in her life? yes, definitely. she was alone her whole life, mostly believing that she can take care of herself and become independent.
even her parents didn't care, but, it was expected for them. y/n hasn't heard from her parents for such a long time, she honestly assumed that they were out of country, or something. one thing for sure, y/n and her parents had officially cut ties from each other. during y/n's childhood and teenage years, y/n and her parents didn't specifically have a good relationship. it was like strangers living in one house. it awfully was quiet. nobody even talked during dinner, not has y/n even seen her parents talk to each other. It was obvious that her parents never loved each other. the relationship was only to satisfy her grandparents. even y/n herself was used to satisfy like some object. how rude!
currently, y/n was in her office as she skimmed through a few criminal records. she sighed, “how boring and predictable for these amateurs.” she muttured, setting down the useless criminal records on the table. all she saw in those criminal records were basically just robbing and other common crimes committed. it was like y/n wanted to handle a more serious case, it's just that.. actually, nevermind. she does, yet y/n herself denies it.
⎯⎯
it's been two hours. and finally, someone decided to report something. Y/n was called to come and arrive at a certain house, it was medium-sized and well kept. as y/n got out of her car, taking a few glances around the house. “the plants hasn't been watered for a span of two days.” y/n thought before ringing the doorbell. everything seemed so strangely unpleasant. it was always a feeling that y/n gets something is wrong, mostly occurs during investigations. the door opened, revealing a restricted crime scene where three policemen were there.
one of the few lessons y/n had learnt while studying criminology was to trust no one at all. she took a quick examine at the three policemen, before setting her eyes on the crime scene. it was a woman, who seems to be in her mid thirties.. hanged dead. “how did you get the report?” y/n asked, examining the cold body. “if you look at the body, the woman called before hanging herself. but we didn't have enough time to answer, all we could hear was the woman's mutters under her breath saying..”
“please help find my missing daughter one more time.”
⎯⎯
after a long time of investigating, it was already getting into a very late hour. yet it was assumed that the woman committed suicide after her daughter went missing. the woman called the police once and reported about it, however the investigation was closed off because she disappeared with no trace. after days of grief, the mother decided to kill herself. but y/n? oh, she's not the type to give up on a case like any other detective would. the request was given by the dead, and y/n will solve the case.
first, y/n decided to go search through the house. the missing girl was named amy, “what a beautiful name.” y/n thought despite the name 'amy' being very common. it still was beautiful. y/n walked into amy's room, searching around before she found an extra phone amy kept. it was locked, unfortunately. but that didn't stop y/n from trying. she decided to try and figure out the password, twenty minutes having to pass as y/n needed to wait the cooldown. as she waited, she flipped the phone and took off the casing, resulting in a piece of paper falling down to the ground. y/n picked up in time, it was written in nothing.
y/n raised an eyebrow. “curiouser and curiouser.” she spoke to herself. until an idea came to her mind.. y/n looked around the room, where she saw a case of pens, rulers and markers on the table. “bingo.” she searches through, later on finding a blacklight disguised as a marker. y/n turned it on, aiming at it towards the piece of paper. shining the blacklight at every single spot, until she stopped. starting to see the numbers, 8957. “smart girl. but not smart enough for me.” she chuckled, setting the password into the phone.
It thankfully unlocked. y/n searched through the phone contacts first, it was definitely a phone kept in secret from amy's parents. especially with the contacts only having one, which was a boy from what y/n sees. she looked into the chat, reading the messages. and the recent ones were just both of them wanting to meet up. “I think I know where this is going.” y/n thought. although this might be an assumption,
It was a definite piece of evidence to say this boy was a suspect. y/n read the recent messages, finding a location to where the two 'couple' was supposed to meet up at. y/n didn't wanna tell the police yet, she was only heading there to confirm. although this was dangerous, she can fight for herself and she had always knew that this job was dangerous considering how she is meddling with criminals.
but that never brought to the point where she stops. the location was definitely odd, yet this relationship between amy and the unknown boy was secret. the location there was awfully eerie, but it was a forest. it's expected and y/n got the usual feeling; where she feels like there's something wrong. “curiouser and curiouser.” but that feeling could never go against the will of you going further in. after a while of walking, she could hear sounds of a person stepping on fallen tree branches on the ground, y/n looked around.. she could barely see anyone at this time late at night, despite the fact she's holding a flashlight.
. . .
suddenly, someone was behind y/n, getting her caught off guard as they stabbed her through the vitals and abdomen. her eyes widened, feeling the knife pulling out. “shit..” y/n instantly fell to the ground, placing a hand on the stab wound on her chest as her blood started pouring out a whole lot. “y-you asshole..” she managed to speak, it was seriously a bad idea to even go out here at night, alone. she tried to face the person behind her, seeing a seventeen year old boy. “you're the boy who dated amy.. aren't you?” y/n questioned, as the boy chuckled with a little nod. “of course I am. i'm certainly impressed with your skills of finding out already,” and the boy answered. “but I can't let you live longer to tell this story.” he blurted out, before cutting the cord of y/n's life.
❝ That's how I met the end. But well..❞
or that's what y/n thought. the next thing she knew, she opened her eyes to see the beautiful eyes of a woman. “look at our baby girl right here.. she has beautiful eyes.” she smiled. “wh.. what's going on here?” she thought before recalling back the memories of her past self. it was long until y/n figured out she was reincarnated. but how? she didn't know how to answer that question. though, now, despite having the midset of a full grown adult who took criminology as a major, y/n had to act young. and that certainly wasn't gonna end well.
how did it end? well, due to her mindset of an adult, y/n ended up being seen as a born prodigy. learning big and long words already, and other talents she even develop. she grew older, her parents now in this current life was actually quite nice. they were.. surprisingly famous. y/n's mother was a famous ice skater, who though had to take break due to her pregnancy. however now, she can continue back her ice skating career. while for y/n's father — he was extremely good at martial arts, even taking part in archery competitions. now isn't that great?
even for y/n, she was able to learn those things thanks to the both of them. how incredible, with those talents, y/n can definitely end up in the entertainment industry. but what was she specifically gonna choose? well, that's a question asked for later. but right now, y/n wasn't known to the public just yet. well, the whole relationship thing between y/n's parents were also kept a secret ever since they were teenagers. it was just that.. they're just not ready to reveal it.
⎯⎯
It's been a few years now since y/n had adapted to this, new life. despite being still quite young, she was heading to the bakery near her home, using the main central streets. however, she stopped? looking at the massive commercial TVs on the building, it was only nothing but sad news. ai hoshino was murdered. y/n raised an eyebrow, wondering how exactly was she murdered. she needed details, and it was expected for this young girl to want details. not because she was such a crazy fan of ai hoshino — it was because of her past little detective occupation. however, she couldn't help but pity the ones who was dear to ai. she was devastated too, but she surely knew she could get over it. but one thing that came out from her mouth;
“curiouser and curiouser.”
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I used to be so against the slow burn trope. Not because I thought it was shit; it's just, I usually don't have the patience to wait whatever-amount-superior-to-three damn chapters for my dear ship to finally be able to look at each other without blushing and/or hold hands. Thus why you often times see me reading oneshots or fics with the "Established Relationship" tag on them.
So you can imagine just how surprised—or maybe not, maybe I just didn't think enough about it—I was when I realized my newest fixation's main pairing is—canonically—the embodiment of slow burn. Because holy shit they're taking their time.
Nothing against how Kusuriya develops its love story—quite the opposite, actually. The relationship between Jinshi and Maomao, two characters that are written as beautifully as their romance, is a rather realistic approach as to how the same or a similar dynamic would developed in real life. In such a complicated situation, with such complex feelings about emotions—both external and their own—and attachment, makes sense that it takes so long for the relationship to finally sail.
The problem is, I didn't know I was signing with the Devil the moment I decided to pick up the light novel. Ten volumes and nothing has happened. Nothing.
And you can say that technically things have happened, because they have. I mean, Jinshi is just so desperate for Maomao to give him the time of day, you know what I mean? And even that isn't enough anymore and thus he has committed some of the craziest shit I've seen in any romance. Which okay, I don't usually read these type of romances but still.
What I mean by "nothing" is just, their relationship hasn't changed status. I could also say that it seems to go nowhere, but that'd be lying. Since, you know, it has changed quite a lot—just not in the way my impatient ass wanted it to. Because he can be as honest with his feelings as he pleases, and those around them might be heavely conscious of the tension and thus constantly tease those lovebirds (as they should), but babygirl's not helping, you know?
And I get it, Maomao's not the best at expressing and understanding herself, and she's also way too busy worrying about going as unnoticed as possible (she should give up on that one already, tbh) while keeping her head where it should be. But like, I can't help feeling frustrated over it like ‼‼
GIRL, FUCK THE RULES. TAKE THAT PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN AND RUNAWAY SOMEWHERE NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO IDENTIFY YOU. YOU THEN CARRY THAT BITCH BRIDESTYLE TO THE CLOSEST CHURCH AND MAKE HIM YOUR WIFE. PROCEED TO FROG AROUND, EXPERIMENT WITH YOUR UTERUS AS MUCH AS YOU'D LIKE, AND THEN TEACH THE PRODUCTS OF YOUR PRACTICES AS YOUR OWN GUINEA PIG THE WAYS OF HERBAL MEDICINE. AS EASY AS THAT.
But she won't. She'll take her sweet ass time being in denial about both Jinshi's and her own feelings, then maybe she'll proceed to analize herself and find out that maybe, just maybe, that affection that she'd been feeling for that loser became something else. Did said affection also become something more complicated? Absolutely. Does she know how to deal with it? Hell no, but fuck it. If I learned something from school is that you always leave the hardest parts for later.
Now you see why I was so against reading slow burn?
And you wanna know the worst part? I loved it—I loved every second of it, every word, every page. Every scene that seemed to help the relationship advance, only for Maomao to say nope and leave like she owns the place, which at this point she fucking might.
It feels like I, as the reader, am in the middle of a heatwave and some sadistic bastard won't stop teasing me with ice cream—they put it in front of my face, close enough that I can smell the cold. Then take a spoon and eat little by little while staring directly to my eyes. At times they seem to show mercy and feed me a spoon, only for it to be a rather small quantity of serving—serving that tastes so damn good at first, only for it to have such a bitter aftertaste. But if I gotta have something in common with Jinshi is that I'll never be able to beat the masochist allegations, so I'll wait patiently for the next spoon and its corresponding and seemingly enless teasing from that faceless being.
So yeah, I'm still against it, only that now I understand the appeal—even if I have yet to find out about the whereabouts of my sanity while still mananing with the little I've left.
#kusuriya no hitorigoto#the apothecary diaries#jinmao#mai.txt#long post#rant#?#did i just write a rant about a realisticly slow burning romance? yes#please understand i've no one to complain to about them#so i better let go these feelings before i explode and throw my pc out of the window or something#i tried being as spoiler free as possible but please tell me if i should change anything about... whatever this is
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August : 14
Synopsis : The final part.
Pairing : Gojo Satoru x y/n
Genre : Angst, smut, fluff
Warnings : Gun, blood, torture, smut, Minors do not interact.
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Gojo stared at the text. His hands shook as he locked the phone and clasped his hands in prayer. “Please!”. He whispered to himself. He didn’t know whom he was praying to or if anyone would even answer his prayers after all the sins he has committed. His mind came up with thousand different solutions but not one of them would save his relationship with you. He stayed that way for a while and stared at your phone in his hand. Yuri had your number. She can contact you any time. He opened your phone and deleted the chat before blocking the number immediately.
He walked inside and stared at you sleeping peacefully in his white shirt. His skin crawled thinking about sharing the bed with anyone but you. He felt disgusted at himself for letting that happen. You deserved better than this. He sighed and wiped his eyes and got in the bed. He held you close like you would evaporate into thin air.
“Satoru..”. You murmured in your sleep.
“Yes love, I’m here”.
You opened your eyes slowly, “Why are you up?”. Your speech slurred.
“I had to get water. Go to sleep baby. I’m here now. I love you”. He pecked your forehead with quivering lips.
You relaxed and fell asleep within seconds. Gojo wasn’t sure if you’d remember any of this but he was sure of one thing. He can not lose you again.
-X-
You sat across Gojo at the breakfast table, watching him type aggressively on his phone. You sipped your tea quietly and tried to gauge the situation. Gojo had been restless since last night and you could only think that it was something to do with you. “Are you okay?”. You asked, placing the cup back on the saucer.
Gojo looked up from his phone, “Yeah. Why?”.
“You seem..disturbed”.
Gojo sighed, and locked his phone before placing it face down on the table. “Just work”. He brought his cup of coffee to his lips. This was another usual thing that you had noticed. Gojo didn’t like coffee. Gojo pressed his lips together and placed the cup back on the table. “I think we should get your medical test done at home”. Gojo said.
“At home? Is that even possible?”. You frowned.
“Of course it is. I don’t want to tire you out with all the hospital procedures. I could have a medical team visit us and another one can stay on the grounds”.
“Why? The visit would hardly take a couple of hours and..”. You looked at him and then at his phone and smiled. “..Satoru, if you’re busy then we can postpone it or I can go alone or with Jerry”.
Gojo stared at you blankly. How he wished he could tell you that it was not his schedule that concerned him but rather a psychopathic woman. “No, it’s none of that”. Gojo smiled and reached for your hand across the table. “I have been thinking of doing this for a while. It would give me more time to spend with you and Keisuke and it’s always better to have doctors on call. Safe for all of us”.
Had you not known about his mother, you would have argued with him, called him paranoid, But his paranoia was not misplaced or meant to cause you harm, it steamed from losing people close to him time and aga. It was for you and your son. “Alright then”.
Gojo brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles.
“Will I see you for lunch today?”.
Gojo’s smile dropped. “I’m sorry, I have to take care of something”.
You got up and walked around to his side and gently ruffled his hair. “That’s alright. I’ll send lunch to your office. Don’t skip your meals”.
Something about the domesticity of the whole situation made the coldness evaporate from his body. Never had he ever had someone dote over him like this but now he had you, his wife. Before you could walk past him, Gojo grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you stood between his legs and molded his lips to yours. It wasn’t a chaste kiss. It wasn’t a kiss a husband gives before leaving for work. You knew very well what this kiss meant when Gojo swiped his tongue between your lips.
“Satoru! You’ll get late for work!”. You protested as Gojo moved his trail of kisses to the mark on your collarbone.
“But you said I should not skip my meals. How can I skip the most important meal of the day?”. Gojo replied with a smirk as he slowly scrunched up the silk nightgown you were wearing.
His words made you blush and his actions sent shivers down your spine. But you were in the kitchen and anyone could come in. “You..”. You breathed out. “...need to go”.
Gojo chuckled, “I need you”. He groaned when he realized you were completely bare under the nightgown. He slid two fingers inside making you choke on your moans. “How can I not want you where you’re so wet for me already”. He whispered against the shell of your ear as you clenched around him.
Gojo pumped his fingers as he sucked on every exposed skin he could. But as soon as you were about to cum he pulled his finger out and smiled.
“Why?”. You whined.
Gojo smiled and picked you up by the back of your thighs and sat you down on the top of the counter. “Because I want to taste my meal”.
Before you could voice your concern about someone walking in on the two of you and finding you in this position, Gojo had his mouth on your core. You balanced yourself on your elbows and threw your head back when he parted your folds with his tongue. Your thighs tightened around his head as he set a perfect rhythm between sucking on your bundle of nerves and abusing the spot inside with his tongue. He knew your body like it was made for him.
“Satoru…”. You breathed out.
Gojo groaned in response which sent a jolt of spark inside you. Your homely kitchen was now filled with sounds of heavy breathing and slurping.You clenched around his tongue which made him even more desperate to please you. Within moments Gojo had you gushing around his tongue. He sighed in satisfaction like a man who had just finished eating his favorite dessert. He licked you clean before standing up to kiss you, giving you a taste of what he had.
“Want me to carry you to the bedroom?”. Gojo asked as he gently picked you up and placed you down so you were almost standing on top of his shoes.
“I’ll be fine”. You smiled and pecked his lips.
“Please let me carry you”. Gojo whispered against your lips making you chuckle. “That’s a yes”. He said and scooped you in his arms. He walked through the marbled corridor carrying his wife and everyone in the path stood aside and gave him the way you blushed and hid your face in his chest. He was not the ice Prince anymore. He was a doting husband that radiated warmth and comfort.
He walked in the bedroom carrying you and placed you softly on the bed next to Keisuke. “There you go”. He said and placed a kiss on top of yours and Keisuke’s head. “Don’t be a naughty boy and take care of your mom for me”.
-X-
Geto sat silently, ankle crossed over the knee, left index finger pressed against his lips, his fox eyes fixed on the phone in his right hand. He was reading through the text for the third time. He felt guilty. Angry. He felt responsible for all of this. How can he introduce someone like this in Gojo's life?
He kept the phone back on the oak coffee table and let out a heavy sigh.
"It's not your fault". Gojo said for the second time in the past one hour.
Geto shook his head ever so slightly, silently disagreeing with Gojo. But this wasn’t the time for wallowing in the guilt. He needed a way to help his best friend. “Have you told y/n about this?”. He asked, lighting a cigarette.
“No. I can’t”.
Geto frowned, “Why not?”.
“I can’t hurt her. The video is real”. Gojo’s hands were shaking at the thought of your reaction to the messages. “She will never trust me again”.
Geto hummed. The situation was complicated. “We can’t let her leave the estate”.
Gojo shook his head.
“We can’t tell her about this”. Geto added. “Though on one hand it could prove that you did not kill Hiro, but then we have the video..”.
“Even if I show her the video, even if she believed that I did not kill Hiro, she would never look at me the same way”. Gojo said. He was helpless. It felt like Yuri cut both of his arms off and asked him to save you from drowning.
The two men sat silently thinking about a way out when the phone rang again. Gojo and Geto exchanged a quick glance before looking at the message notification from the same number. Gojo took a deep breath before picking up the phone.
It was another photo.A mirror selfie .Yuri was standing with her one leg stretched out and her phone hiding half her face. She was wearing the same dress that you had worn to the hospital.
Yuri : It looks better on me ;)
Blood drained from Gojo’s face. He felt disgusted with himself.
“Shit”. Geto muttered. “She is clearly stalking y/n. Does y/n have any social media accounts?”.
“No. She doesn’t”. Gojo replied. Eyes still fixed on the photo. Before Gojo could reply, another image popped up. Geto was the one to open it this time.
A photo of you and Hoshi talking while Gojo stood by your side with Keisuke.
“She was at the hospital!”. Gojo frowned.
“It doesn’t have to be her. Maybe someone else is doing the work for her. I will get the security camera footage from the hospital”. Geto spoke as he types away on his phone.
Gojo leaned back in his armchair. Yuri wanted him to be scared. She wanted him to act out of fear. He looked at Geto, “I will call Yuta and have a tracking system set up in the office. We can track her location every time she sends a message”.
Geto nodded in response. “You’ll need more security around her and Keisuke”.
“Or less”. Gojo added. “More security would mean we will have to keep an eye on more people. I think we should have a small team of closest people around them”.
Within two hours the office looked like a scene from a cybercrime movie. Yuta ordered two men on laptops, Geto and Gojo were giving orders on the phone, two men were interrogating househelps lined on the outside of the office, men were checking every corner of the house for hidden cameras and other devices.
Gojo cut the call and ran his hand through his hair. “I am moving them on the other side of the house”.
Geto stared at his friend, “You mean..?”.
“The left wing. It might need some renovations but I can’t let y/n stay in the same room and sleep on the same bed”.
“Just get a new bed then”. Geto suggested. He knew that for Gojo stepping foot in that part of the house was like taking a trip down horrifying memory lane. It was going to open a pandora’s box of emotional trauma.
“No. I..I can’t let her stay in that room”.
“What will you say to her?”.
“I don’t know…I’ll come up with something”.
The two men stood in silence. Gojo had never stepped foot in that part of the house for the past ten years. When his father spent his final years overlooking the lawn, Gojo would stay on the other side of the house. He didn’t want to give his father the company of a son. For Gojo, his father deserved to be alone in his final days. The thought of bringing up Keisuke in the same rooms as he was brought up made bile rise in his throat. But that can be changed. Once all of this was over, Gojo was determined to move somewhere else. Away from this cursed house.
“Yuri is not in Japan”. Yuta’s voice made both men snap out of their thoughts.
“What do you mean she is not in Japan? Where is she?”. Geto spoke first.
Gojo remained silent. A part of him knew that Yuri would not dare threaten him in this country.
“Where is she?”. He asked coldly.
Yuta remained silent.
Gojo stepped forward, “Yuta, do we know where Yuri is?”.
Yuta shook his head, “The signals are bouncing across different servers in different countries. For all we know she could be in the next street”
Gojo’s phone rang and your name flashed on the screen, He walked away from the group and onto the balcony. “Hi, love”.
“Were you busy?”. You asked.
Gojo could hear Keisuke giggling in the background and wished he could be there with you. “Not really. Had your lunch?”.
“Yes and so did Keisuke”.
“Did you take your medicine?”. Gojo asked.
“Yes.I have sent lunch for you”.
“Okay. I’ll eat it”.
You chuckled. “I have also sent lunch for Geto and Yuta. I heard the three of you were working together”.
“You didn’t have to. I could have asked the kitchen to make it”.
“It was no trouble. By any chance are you on your office balcony?”.
Gojo frowned, “Yes. Why?”.
“Look down, to your right”.
Gojo looked down to the cobbled walkway stretching from the inside of the estate and leading to the gazebo at the back and smiled widely when he saw you standing there in your white floral wrap around dress that he loves so much, holding Keisuke with one arm and your phone with the other. He leaned with his elbows on the granite railing. “This is a nice surprise”.
You chuckled and moved the phone from your ear to Keisuke’s. “Say hi to dada”.
Keisuke babbled and blew spit bubbles.
“Hi baby”. Gojo said, smiling fondly at the two of you.
You put the phone back to your ear, “Why do you look so tired”.
“Because you're away from me”.
Even from this distance Gojo could see you rolling your eyes at him. He chuckled on the phone. "It's because you skip your lunch".
"Maybe I should skip it often if that means you'll come to see me".
"You're unbearable, you know that right?". You asked, shaking your head slightly.
"I know that you love me". Gojo said. Even though you hadn't said it and maybe you didn't love him like you used to but Gojo was sure you loved him.
You bit your lip, "Go back to work Satoru".
Gojo blew you a kiss, "I love you".
You brought Keisuke's tiny arms to his lips and blew a kiss in Gojo's direction.
Gojo stood there watching you disappear inside the building with tears in his eyes. Each day he fell for you more and more. He was ready to face the trauma he had buried for a decade only to see you happy. Nothing else mattered to him in the entire world. Not Yuri, not his past, not his life. He was ready to die for you right now. For him you were his world. His wish granted. His reason to live.
Gojo walked inside and found Geto and Yuta sitting around the table with food in front of them.
"Tell y/n I said thanks!". Geto smiled.
Gojo walked over and sat with them. "Will do".
"Can I call her my sister in law?". Yuta asked innocently with his plate in his lap.
Gojo blushed a little. Until now you were just his wife but now you were a part of his entire family. "I guess you can".
Geto bursted out laughing, "you guess? You have a child with her!".
Gojo groaned and picked up his plate. "You can call her sister in law".
Yuta smiled gleefully. He was young compared to the other two men. But he was smart beyond his age. His talent in risk assessment made him a close aide to Gojo. He had looked up to Gojo since the day Gojo started defying rules of the clan. In a way, by doing so he saved Yuta's life. Had Gojo not set the precedent, Yuta, at the age of 23 would have been married to an heiress whose name he didn't bother to remember. It was Gojo who stood up for him when he told his side of the family about his intention to marry his girlfriend, Rika.
He had met you twice and he was sure you wouldn't remember him. But from everything he had heard about you, he was sure that you had a good heart. It is not easy to make the decisions you had made and for that he respected you.
"Y/n-san cooks really well".
Gojo beamed visibly, "Yeah she does".
Geto remained silent as Gojo and Yuta discussed something about Keisuke. His brain was still trying to get around the fact that Yuri did this. Yuri. "I think you should divorce y/n".
Gojo's words died down this throat. He turned towards Geto, "Suguru". He warned.
"Just to convince Yuri. A fake divorce".
Gojo weighed this option. "But I'll have to tell y/n about it and if Yuri finds out that it's fake she can get worse".
The three men discussed every possible solution and it became clear that it was imperative that they find Yuri first. She was unpredictable. Psychopathic. Powerful.
Geto and Yuta realized the complications it would bring with telling you about all of this. It might save your marriage with Gojo but it would leave some permanent scars.
-X-
It was well past midnight and Gojo walked groggily towards the bedroom. The hallways were silent with most of the staff retired to their quarters.
His phone rang, he smiled thinking it could be you asking about his whereabouts but his smile dropped when he saw Yuri's name pop up on the message notification.
Yuri : You have 6 days to go :)
Gojo chose not to reply.
Yuri : I know something about y/n that you don't :)
Gojo frowned at the message. This could be a trap. A way to get a reaction out of him. There was no way Yuri could know more about you than he did.
Gojo's finger hovered over the text box. He swallowed harshly and locked the phone. If there was something you were keeping from him then he would respect your decision.
Yuri : Did you know that Y/n had to be resuscitated?
Gojo almost dropped his phone. He knew about your anemia. He knew that you suffered excessive blood loss. But this….this couldn't be possible. You would have told him about something this serious.
Yuri : Now that I think about it, y/n's fate is the same as your mother's. She ran away with your child, almost died during the childbirth, wouldn't it be better if you let her go? Free her from the curse of the Gojo clan?
Gojo : What do you mean?
Gojo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Praying that Yuri reveals it to be a cruel joke and that he had fallen for her prank.
Yuri : Your dear wife didn't tell you that she knew that going through with the birth could kill her? Maybe she forgot to mention how doctors advised her for abortion but she refused and risked her life for the baby? How heroic of her!
Gojo's hands trembled. This was like living through a nightmare…..again..
Gojo : prove it.
Gojo received an email from an unknown email address. He opened it to find multiple attachments, medical reports, prescriptions. He read to each of them carefully.
Yuri : Let her go, Satoru. Unless you want a dead child and a dead wife :)
Gojo locked the phone. He briskly walked towards the bedroom. Determined to get an answer.
You were sitting outside the bedroom, in the living room attached to the bedroom, reading a book, wearing one of Gojo's shirts with your hair in a claw clip.Your legs sprawled over the velvet couch. You flipped through pages intently, so immersed in the story that you couldn’t see him standing at the doorway. Gojo leaned on the doorframe and folded his hands over his chest. If what Yuri had told him was true and all those documents were original then he wanted to know why did you risk your life? Would you have come with him if Keisuke was not in the picture? Would you have stayed with him if it wasn’t for Keisuke?
Gojo cleared his throat as he walked in with his hands in his pockets.
“Hi”. You looked up and smiled at him. You closed the book, placed a bookmark between the pages and put it on the table.
“Why aren’t you in bed?”.Gojo sat on the other end of the couch and put your feet in his lap.
“I was waiting for you”. You said, as you rested your head sideways on the backrest.
Gojo smiled and gently massaged your feet. “Geto and Yuta thanked you for the lunch”.
You smiled. “What do you want to ask me?”. You asked.
Gojo chuckled, looking down, tracing circles on your calf. He looked at you, “You know me that well?”.
“Very well”. You retreated your feet and sat cross legged on the couch, facing him,
Gojo opened his mouth to say something but then closed it immediately.
You placed your hand on his, “Satoru..”.
Gojo gulped harshly and turned towards you. You could see he was in pain. The kind of pain that couldn’t be fixed easily.
“Was there any complications during your pregnancy?”. He asked. He crafted his words carefully, he couldn’t say ‘how dare you risk your life?’
You knew he knew. In that moment with the sadness in his eyes and his careful choice of words, you knew he knew. You didn't want to hide it anymore. You didn’t want to keep him in the dark anymore.
“I…I don’t know how you find out but..yes there were complications. But nothing to do with Keisuke”. You squeezed his hands gently.
“What about you?”. Gojo asked, still looking down.
“Yes. There were”.
“When did you find out?”.
“Satoru..it doesn’t matter now”. You pleaded, scooting closer to him.
“It does”. Gojo nodded his head. “It does. To me. So please, tell me”.
You took a deep breath, “In my second trimester. The doctor told me that I was at a higher risk for hemorrhage and…it could be fatal to ..”. You bit the inside of your cheek, you didn’t have to complete that sentence. You didn’t want to. You still remembered receiving that news and crying the entire night.
“What happened during your delivery?”. Gojo asked with tears in his eyes.
You didn’t want to answer. Knowing very well how triggering it could be for him. You remained silent.
“Y/n please…I..I need to know”.
Your lips quivered and you intertwined your fingers with his. “Everything was fine until Keisuke was born but after that…it happened. They couldn’t stop the bleeding and I..-”.
“You had to be resuscitated”. Gojo finished the sentences for you. In any other case finishing each other's sentences is seen as a romantic gesture but the gesture was nothing but grim.
Your silence confirmed everything about his worst fear. For the longest time Gojo cursed his mother for dying with his sibling instead of living with him. He needed to know why would you condemn him to the same fate. Was he that unworthy of love? Was he that rotten of a human being? Did he not deserve love? Why didn’t you choose him? Why didn’t you reach out to him if there was a threat to your life?
“You were given an option to terminate the pregnancy”. Gojo said, it was neither a question nor a suggestion. It was a reminder.
“I was”. You agreed.
Gojo squeezed his eyes shut and let the tears roll down his cheeks. This was the first time he was openly crying in front of you.The ache spread across his body. “Why? Why? Why?”. He turned towards you.
Your heart broke seeing him like this. You took both of his hands in yours, “I had to, Satoru. I …had to”.
“Why?”.
You swallowed the lump in your throat harshly. “Because …you are you and I am me but..Keisuke is a part of both of us. I didn’t think we could ever be together again or if you even cared that I was alive, but Keisuke was the only way a part of me could ever be with a part of you and that was more important to me than my own life. For me just wanting to be with you was enough. It has always been enough. Even when I saw you with…Utahime I still hoped somewhere that one day I'd be with you and …someday you'll love me so…when the doctor told me of the risk, I was ready to accept it…”.
Gojo’s heart skipped a beat. You didn’t have to say anything else. You loved him. You didn’t have to say it. Keisuke was proof enough that you loved him how he loved you.
“I knew that even if I don’t survive, someday you will find him…and he will be proof that I..I ..love you…”.
Gojo let out a shuddered breath. This was the first time you had openly confessed your love to him, “Why didn’t you reach out to me? I could have done something..anything…if you loved me then why didn't you trust me that I would come for you”.
“It wasn’t that simple, Satoru. What was I even supposed to say? I couldn’t just call your office and say ‘hi I am alive and I am carrying your child and I might die?’. No one even knew about us, who would have believed me?”.
“I would have..I..if you would have said one word I would have left everything and come to you”.
You remained silent. You put your arm on his shoulder and kneeled on the couch. “I promise I will call you next time ”.
Gojo chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you on his lap with your legs resting neither side of his waist. "Next time? There will be no next time. I am not letting you go anywhere y/n Gojo. I have only ever loved one woman in my life and if she asks for my life I'd give it to her". Gojo tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Even when I was with Utahime, I only thought about you. Even when I didn't know you were out there I only thought about you. The thought of you kept me alive and kept me going through the day. It still does. When I'm at work all I can think about is coming home and lying in bed with you. So don't you ever think for a second that I'm not thinking about you. You occupy my mind, heart and soul y/n Gojo".
You blushed, "Alright then. I will call you even if I don't need you".
“You promise?”.
“I promise”.
“You’ll call me even if it’s for something small”. Gojo kissed the tip of your nose.
“Yes”.
“Even if you’re just missing me?”.
You cupped his face and wiped the tears off of his cheeks. “Yes”.
“Even if you need a massage?”.
You corked an eyebrow. “You’ll leave work to give me a massage?”.
“Obviously”.
“Then, Yes. I’ll call you”.
“Even if you need help reaching the top shelf?”. Gojo asked, smiling.
“You’re pushing it now”. You pinched his nose and Gojo laughed.
"Just tell me if anything is bothering you. Even if it's the house temperature".
You smiled and kissed the tip of his noses "Okay".
Gojo rubbed your arm as you lay next to him with your back pressed to his chest.
“Y/n..”.
“Yes?”.
“Aren’t you going to ask me how I..found out about..”.
“No”.
Gojo frowned. “Why not?”.
“I’m sure you have your ways”. You said flatly.
“Are you mad at me for..finding out?”.
“No”.
“Why not?”.
You turned around to face him. “Do you want me to be mad at you?”.
“No”.
Gojo lay awake wondering if it was right of him to confront you. Do you really think that he can…he would find out whatever he wants to know instead of asking you about it? Sure he might have done that in the past but this was different. Gojo made a mental note to never do this again.
“Then stop asking stupid questions”.
"What you did for Keisuke....was really brave. He is lucky to have you as a mother"
-X-
Gojo stood uncomfortably inside the closet, waiting for you to get done with dressing Keisuke.
When you walked inside you saw Gojo standing between the rows of clothes. "Why aren't you ready yet?". You asked, putting away Keisuke's clothes in the laundry basket.
"I want to talk to you about something".
"What is it?". You asked, ruffling through the clothes, looking for your yellow dress.
"Y/n..". Gojo called out.
You picked out the hangar with the dress and turned towards him. "Yes?".
"We are moving". Gojo said abruptly.
Your arms fell by your side and you frowned, "What do you mean we are moving? Where are we moving to?".
Gojo stepped forward and caressed your arms, "It's not that kind of moving. I am just shifting everything to the left wing of the house".
You looked up at him, "Left wing?". You didn't know what prompted Gojo to make this decision but you knew that something was going on.
"Yes".
"Why?".
"It's better".
"How?".
Gojo chuckled, "I grew up there and it's ideal for a family. There is a nursery which we can renovate for Keisuke".
You bit your lip, "Satoru, that wing has been closed off for years. I wasn't allowed to go there and now you are asking me to move there? What is going on?".
Gojo frowned and took a step back. "You tried to go there? Why?".
You cursed yourself mentally. "I was just….exploring".
Gojo studied your face and nodded slightly, "Yes it's true. I had closed it off because of-"
"I know". You admitted, shamefully.
"What… ". Gojo tilted his head, "...what do you know?".
You sighed heavily. There was no turning back now. "Everything. I think…. everything. You never spoke about your family and that wing was forbidden from me so I…I got curious and I asked around".
"To whom?!". Gojo frowned.
"Jerry".
Gojo sucked in a sharp breath and looked away.Of course out of everyone Jerry would be the one to tell you. "Y/n….". He didn't care that you asked around. You had every right to do so. He wondered why you didn't ask him?
"I know that it's something you didn't want me to know and I'm sorry that I went behind your back". You looked down, playing with the hem of Gojo's shirt.
Gojo stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you, "No need to apologize". He kissed the top of your head and smiled to himself when he felt you relax.
"But why are you asking us to move there? You don't have to. I am perfectly happy here". You said, resting your chin on his chest.
"There are some security issues. I can't go into the details but I also don't want to keep you in the dark. It's for yours and Keisuke's safety. Please trust me on this".
"Safety?". You stepped back.
"Yes".
"Why? What's happening?".
Gojo could sense the fear rising inside you and put his arms on your shoulder,"It's nothing to worry about. Just a precaution".
"If it's nothing to worry about, then why are we taking precautions?".
"Because…I don't want to take any risk".
"But…. Satoru, that part of the house can be very…disturbing for you. I mean…it has some bad …memories attached to it".
Gojo smiled, "That's why I want to make good ones there. It's also closer to the office and much more secure".
You took a deep breath "Okay…. If it's for Keisuke's safety then sure".
"Thank you. You don't have to do anything. Just call me if you need anything".
You nodded your head. "And you can also tell me if you need anything". You smiled.
"I need a kiss". Gojo said, immediately.
"I gave you a kiss this morning". You hit his chest gently and moved away.
"Since when did we start counting kisses?".
You giggled and stood on your toes to peck his lips. "There you go".
Gojo wrapped his arms around your waist and didn't let you move away, "One for last night"
You rolled your eyes and gave him another peck.
"One for this morning".
"I kissed you this morning!".
Gojo raised an eyebrow letting you know that he could tell when the kiss wasn't genuine.
You gave him a pressed smile and kissed him again but this time Gojo didn't let you break the kiss so easily. Instead he placed a hand on the back of your head and deepened the kiss.
You moaned loudly when he sucked on your lower lip and ran his tongue across it.
"Now that's how you're supposed to kiss your husband".
"Are you my husband though?". You teased him.
Gojo looked at you, "You wanna get married again?".
Your laugh died down, "What?".
"Do you want to marry me?...again?".
You moved back and tucked the strand of hair behind your ear. "I … I…guess...I mean …I was just…teasing you".
Gojo held your hand and walked over to the shelf with all the jewelry. "Whenever you're ready you can wear the ring". He spoke as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the side of your head.
Your smile dropped. "I don't want to wear that ring".
"Why not?". Gojo asked and turned you around to face him.
"Too many bad memories ". You smiled sadly and Gojo understood. You were right. You didn't have to start from where you left off. You can start from a new chapter.
Gojo smiled and walked around you to open the glass case. He looked at all the rings he had bought and smiled to himself when he found the one he was looking for. He picked out the carrier Trinity ring and got on one knee. "Y/n Gojo, will you do me the honor of marrying me again?".
You laughed and nodded your head. Gojo kissed your hand and slipped the ring in your ring finger.
"But where is your ring?". You teased him. Gojo stood up and tugged your hand and walked over to his side of the closet. He opened the glass case with his watches and cufflinks and picked out the silver Cartier ring that he had bought along with yours.
"There you go". He gave you the ring and you couldn't hold your laughter.
"Are we really getting married in a closet?".
"Yes ma'am we are". Gojo replied. Laughing along with you.
You slid the ring in his ring finger and while you were giggling the entire time, chalking this as another one of Gojo's playful tactics , Gojo almost had tears in his eyes. Yes you were wearing white, his white shirt. He was in his black trousers. Yes you two love each other and for him this was a wedding.
"Congratulations, you are now my husband!". You smiled at him and Gojo chuckled before picking you up in his arms and carrying you out of the closet.
He held his and your left arm in front of Keisuke and gloated ,"look your mum and dad are married".
You couldn't stop giggling and Keisuke followed suit which made you laugh even more. You didn't remember the last time you had laughed this much or you were this happy. You tiptoed and pulled Gojo into a kiss which he happily returned.
-X-
There had been no message from Yuri this morning and it relieved Gojo but also scared him. What if all this was a silence before the storm? He had questions he wanted to ask her but he knew he wouldn't get an answer. How far did she dig to find out about your pregnancy? What else does she know? What else can she find out?
A team was already cleaning up the left wing of the house. Gojo had gotten a new wardrobe, one that was untouched by Yuri's filthy hands. He was sure you wouldn't know the difference given your lack of interest in those clothes. There were more cameras in the bedroom. Even more in Keisuke's nursery. Gojo was apprehensive about keeping Keisuke in a separate room under these circumstances but the architecture of the room made the nursery even safer.
The master bedroom was big, almost twice the size of one he was living in. A semi-living room was at the entrance of the suite. The entrance to the bedroom was at the far end of the living room. No one could enter the bedroom without passing through the living room.
Inside the bedroom, the bed faces the ceiling length windows that opened up to the balcony. On the left hand side, little further from the door, was the ensuite followed by the walk-in wardrobe. On the farthest end of the bedroom was the entrance to the nursery. Making it impossible for anyone to enter the nursery without crossing the length of the bedroom.
The nursery possessed the ceiling length bulletproof glass window, a crib, a bed, wardrobe, toy shelf and a bookshelf. It had been Gojo's nursery when he was born. The walls were freshly painted baby blue with little clouds and carrots on it. All of Keisuke's toys were thoroughly inspected for any hidden cameras. All of his clothes had a tiny GPS tracker stitched under the collar. Gojo didn't tell you about this detail to retain your peace of mind.
The only downside was that the kitchenette was farther from the bedroom than it had been before. But Gojo dismissed it as a tiny sacrifice.He needed to buy time to execute everything so he had told you this morning that he would take you and Keisuke to the left wing in the evening to familiarize you with it. So for now, to his annoyance, you were still in the same bedroom.
Before leaving for work, he had told Jerry about everything that was happening. He had to know to protect you. Jerry was given strict instructions to not let anyone near you or Keisuke. Even limiting your movement inside the house to the bedroom and his office. Jerry understood of course and gave his word that he would do his best to protect the family. Gojo was grateful that you chose Jerry to help with Keisuke. It made everything a lot easier.
"What do we know about her location?". Gojo asked, typing on his laptop.
Yuta stopped up, balancing his laptop on his forearm and walked over to Gojo's desk, "We have zeroed it down to Japan and China". He said, placing the laptop on the table and showing Gojo the screen that flickers with red dots over the suspected areas.
Gojo nodded. It was not enough but it was progress. It was only the second day. He had to track down Yuri at all costs. "Send me the list of places that are in and around Tokyo, we'll start from here".
Yuta nodded and took the laptop back to the conference table where he and his team were working.
Geto walked in and gave a quick nod to Gojo before walking over to the coffee table and chugging down the entire jug of water.
Gojo watched him intently, "What happened?". He asked.
Geto walked over and sat opposite him and lit a cigarette. Gojo brought over the crystal ashtray he keeps in his office only for Geto and placed it in front of him.
"Did you talk to y/n? About moving to the left wing?"
"Yes. She agreed. I told her it was for security reasons".
Geto nodded and took another drag.
"What's up with you?". Gojo asked, frowning.
"Yuri..messaged me". Geto said and placed his phone in front of Gojo.
Unknown: Are you sure moving y/n to the left wing will save her?
Gojo's jaw dropped. How did she know? How could she know? You hadn't even moved yet?
"Yuta, take everyone with you to the seco office". Gojo said, still staring at the phone.
He looked up at Geto and Geto nodded, confirming Gojo's suspicion. "It's someone on the inside".
"But we interrogated everyone!". Gojo said, slamming his hand on the table and walking over to the window.
Geto rotated his chair to face Gojo, "Not everyone".
Gojo turned around, "What do you mean?".
Geto took a deep breath and ashed his cigarette. "Y/n… We didn't interrogate her".
"We don't need to interrogate her". Gojo said.
"Look, all I'm saying is, isn't it suspicious how y/n has suddenly developed this trust in you? She ran away from you! She hid the baby from you! If you hadn't found her then maybe…she would have continued that way. For all we know she has conspired with Yuri and this is her way to get a divorce from you! She wouldn't even have to share custody!".
"Suguru!". Gojo glared at him. "That's enough".
Geto scoffed, "You love her. You went insane because of her! That's the effect she has on you! I don't blame you for wanting to punch me in the face right now but I am just looking out for you!".
"Keep y/n out of this". Gojo warned, glaringly.
"Satoru"
"Even if y/n is behind this, I can't let her go. I won't let her go".
Geto let out a heavy breath. "Fine. Can I at least talk to her?".
Gojo raised an eyebrow, "talk to her?".
"Yes". Geto smiled. "I swear I'll just talk to her".
"In my presence". Gojo added and walked back to his seat.
"Come on, you have to trust me on this. I swear I will just talk to her. I haven't even met Keisuke yet!".
"No. If you want to talk to her then either do it in my presence or don't ".
"20 minutes. You can come in after that"
Gojo groaned and closed his eyes. "Fine. You get 10 minutes, that's all. Meet Keisuke, talk to her, But not a second above 10 minutes".
"Perfect".
When lunch time rolled around Gojo and Geto made their way towards the dining area. Gojo had already told you that Geto would be stopping by for lunch and you were genuinely looking forward to seeing him. The last time you had seen Geto was years ago, before everything went down. You didn't even know what to say to him but good food is a universal language.
When you saw Geto walk inside the dining room alone your eyes immediately went to the empty space behind him. Why was Gojo not here?
"Hi, y/n". Geto Suguru said as he stood in front of you.
"Hi".
Gojo stood outside, at a distance from the dining room. He checked his watch every minute, waiting for the 10 minutes to pass by. He trusted Geto. But he knew you were smart.
As soon as the 10 minutes were up he walked into the dining room, concerned, ready with explanation, but his worries faded away when he saw Geto holding Keisuke and playing with him while you watched them.
"Sorry I'm late". Gojo said and walked over to you. He placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you towards him gently.
"He's so…..small". Geto said as he gently tugged on Keisuke's cheeks. "...and soft".
"Now you understand how tough it is to leave this and go to work". Gojo added.
The three of you sat around the table and talked like old friends catching up. But beneath the laughter and nostalgia, one of the three of you was hurting.
"You okay?". Gojo asked as he stood at the doorway.
"Yes".
Gojo studied your face. It was blank. "Are you-"
"I need to change Keisuke. I'll text you later". You smiled and pecked his lips.
Gojo smiled, and kissed you back. Geto called for him from a distance and Gojo left you standing there at the doorway.
"Are you alright?". Jerry asked as he brought Keisuke to you.
"Yes Jerry. I am".
"Your medicine ma'am". Jerry handed you the pills and you swallowed them with water.
"Thank you".
"What did you ask her?". Gojo asked Geto as soon as they were out of sight from the dining hall.
"Just questions". Geto shrugged.
"What questions?". Gojo stopped walking and stared at Geto who stopped two steps ahead.
Geto turned back and sighed, "I just asked her how she was adjusting to this life".
Gojo studies Geto's face. "She might look strong but she isn't. It's not easy uprooting your life every year and starting fresh. I hope you were…gentle".
Geto looked at the genuine concern in Gojo's face and bit the inside of his cheeks. "I was".
-X-
The cool breeze of the evening brought you relief as you sat cross legged on the balcony chair.You didn't know what was going on but you knew you were a suspect. You twirled the tea spoon in the lukewarm tea and thought about your conversation with Geto. He was trying to get something out of you, trying to get you to confess to something, but what could it be?
You also knew that Gojo was probably in on it. Did he not trust you? Why didn't he ask you directly what he wanted to know? Could you confront him about this? Should you? Would it affect his and Geto's friendship? Or would it put you in trouble?
You leaned back in the chair and watched the birds fly against the setting sun. They were on their way home. But what about you? Could you ever be home? You had moved here with Gojo and yet he was doubting you. There was no right answer. No right way to approach this. You knew Gojo would come any minute now. He said he was going to come home early today. While he wanted to move to the left wing tonight, you had messaged him after lunch to move tomorrow morning because Keisuke was being fussy today and changing his environment seemed like a bad idea to you. But now you wondered if that put you under more suspicion.
Your head was spinning conjuring all these theories. But you had to look out for yourself. Gojo loved you, you were sure of it. But did he trust you?
"Hey". Gojo walked in on the balcony.
You craned your neck back and smiled. "Hi".
"Why are you out here?". Gojo asked as he sat down next to you.
"Just…needed to be alone".
"Why?". Gojo asked, moving his chair closer to yours.
You shrugged with your eyes fixed on the distant point on the lawn. You were human, you had your limits and you were tired.
"What did Geto ask you?". Gojo asked, looking at your hands folded on your lap.
"Just questions".
Gojo bit his lip in annoyance. "What questions?".
"Why don't you go ask him?". Your words came out sharper than you had expected. Maybe it was because you were reaching your tipping point.
"Y/n... If there is something bothering you then I want you to tell me".
You scoffed. "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you?".
Gojo's heart dropped to his stomach. He was at a loss of words.
"Nevermind. I'm going to bed". You got up but Gojo stood up and blocked your way. "Satoru, move. Please".
"Let's talk about it. Please".
You looked up at him, "I have nothing to say to you except that whatever it is that's…going on, I have nothing to do with it. You want to put me under surveillance then go ahead and do it. I don't care anymore". You tried to walk past him but his hand on your waist stopped you.
"I know you have nothing to do with it. Geto just wanted to talk to you". Gojo spoke softly.
"I know when I'm being talked to and when I'm being interrogated".
"He didn't mean any harm. I'm sorry if he was harsh with you. He just wanted to be…safe".
You nodded your head. "Okay".
"No no no. Don't give me an okay ".
Gojo's hands dropped by his side. He'll fix it later. When he has an answer or an explanation.
"Just ….let me go. I need to rest".
"y/n.... please talk-".
"I don't feel good. I should sleep now".
-X-
There was a heavy silence at the breakfast table this morning. No morning kisses were exchanged. By the time Gojo had woken up you were already done getting ready for the day and so was Keisuke.
"The left wing is ready to move in. Let me know whenever you're ready". Gojo asked, giving you a short smile that was not reciprocated.
"Okay".
"I won't be coming for lunch". Gojo added. Hoping to get a glare from you but was meant with the same icy expression.
"Okay".
Gojo bit his lip. "You look beautiful today". He smirked.
But your expression didn't change. You opened your mouth to say something but Gojo cut you off. "Please don't say okay".
"Fine".
Gojo groaned and let his fork clank against the ceramic plate.
"If you're mad at me then just be mad at me!". He whined.
You kept your fork down on the plate and looked at him. "I'm not mad at you".
Gojo scoffed, "I can see that. All he did was ask some questions y/n! For your safety!". Gojo closed his eyes in regret as soon as the words left his mouth.
You gritted your teeth and looked at him. "Satoru I uprooted my whole life! Moved here with you! Tried my best to give us a chance! And now I am being questioned by you and Geto?You...Who has always lied to me from the beginning! Why am I the one who is being questioned here when you were the one who left me for someone else, lied to me, drugged me, forced me to move here by threatening to hurt people I care about! Why?! Why am I expected to trust you when you can't even do the same for me!". Tears rolled down your eyes as you let out your pent up frustration.
Gojo was frozen in his seat. He knew it was a bad idea. He should not have listened to Geto. "Y/n….".
"I'm fine. I'll be fine". You wiped your tears with your palm. "I'm sorry I got carried away. I didn't mean to bring up all that". You got up to keep the plates in the sink and Gojo followed you.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and turned you to face him. "You have nothing to be sorry about. Nothing. You don't have to be fine with all of this. Complain as much as you want to. Demand what you want. But don't be …fine".
"Okay". You relaxed in his arms.
"Don't say okay".
"Fine". You replied, a smile tugging at your lips.
Gojo looked down and shook his head. "Don't say fine".
"Alright". You chuckled.
Gojo smiled and kissed your forehead. "I'm sorry for letting Geto talk to you".
"No it's alright. He was just doing his job".
"I'll punish him, don't worry". Gojo winked at you. Trying to ease the tension. When you voiced out your frustration it dawned on him just how stupid and hypocritical the whole idea was. His eye drifted to your ring finger and his tension eased a little when he saw that you were still wearing that ring. Maybe this is what a secure life feels like, when even when you fight and disagree you still stay by each other's side at the end of the day.
You silently wrapped your arms around him and took a deep breath. "Promise me we'll be fine".
"I promise". Gojo hugged you tighter and kissed your forehead. "We'll be fine".
You nodded your head and pulled back. "You should go now. You'll get late".
"I can stay with you today. Work can wait". Gojo said, studying your face. You looked shaken up. Tired. Your eyes were sunken in and your face looked pale.
"I'll be fine".
Gojo studied your face. You were not fine. He took his phone out, "I'm staying with you".
You kept your hand on his arm that was holding the phone and brought it down. "No need to stay. Why don't you go and stay after lunch? That would be better".
Gojo bit his lip nervously, "You sure?".
"Yes".
"I'll send in a doctor to check on you. You don't look so good".
You nodded your head. He was right. You had been feeling more tired than usual and your bones ached with every moment. But hopefully you'll get to rest with him after lunch.
"Okay".
Gojo texted Jerry on his way.
Mr.Gojo : Keep an eye on y/n. I want an update on her every hour.
Jerry : Yes sir.
Mr.Gojo : If she seems slightly distressed, call me immediately.
Jerry : Yes sir.
Gojo glared at Geto the moment Geto walked inside the office.
"I'm sorry". Geto said firstly. "I ..I might have gone overboard but I didn't mean any harm". He raised his hands by his side.
Gojo remained silent. "You should be apologizing to her".
"She should have fought with me".
"She didn't fight with me. She was upset but she understood that we are doing this for some reason".
"She didn't ask you the reason". Geto asked, lighting a cigarette.
"No".
"Why?". Geto smirked. You were still under his radar.
"Because she was saving me from lying to her".
Geto hummed. "Did she tell you that?".
"She didn't have to".
"Right….cause couples have telepathy".
"She understood that you were doing your job. But I want you to remember that it's not easy for her either…living here with me. Dealing with all of this? She didn't sign up for this. You can doubt her if you want to but at least be gentle with her. She might look strong and collected on the outside but…she's going through a lot".
Geto hummed. "We'll if you put it that way…then you're right. I do owe her an apology. I'll meet with after lunch…in your presence of course and apologize to her..but she's still not in the clear*.
Gojo scoffed. If Geto hadn't been his best friend Gojo would have buried him six feet under yesterday. "Why don't we find Yuri first and then we can confirm your suspicion?".
"We can do both".
Gojo frowned, "How?".
"We send y/n to Yuri".
Gojo's glare turned icy. The temperature in the room dropped and everyone was aware of the shift in mood.
Geto straightened up. "Not alone. Obviously. We will be tracking her".
"No".
"Satoru".
"No".
"Alright. I'll find another way".
Gojo leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. No. There was no way he was going to let you go to Yuri.
-X-
Yuri sipped on her coffee and twirled the phone in her other hand. She was waiting for the good news. If everything was going according to the plan then Geto must have confronted you somehow and that would have pushed you and Gojo apart. Little by little.
Mr.Man : Didn't work
Yuri looked at the text and her self reassuring smile dropped. Fucking Geto! She wondered whether the plan fell through because of Geto or because of Ms. Goody two shoes attitude. If exposing your pregnancy to Gojo didn't push you two apart, if Geto's suspicion didn't push you two apart then she knew none of her other minor plans would. She had to pull out the big guns.
She gulped down the searing coffee and slammed the mug on the table. The ceramic mug broke in her hand and sliced her thumb. She chuckled. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her throat burned and hands bled. She brought up the sliced thumb and smeared the blood across your photo on her desk. She brought up Gojo's photo and put her thumb on his lips. "I'll burn for you, I'll bleed for you…soon you'll be mine"
Yuri : Plan B.
-X-
Gojo and Geto were going over different locations where Yuri could have been. Geto had a stack of paper in front of his hand which outlined every connection to Yuri.
"What about the man at the hospital? The one that clicked the photo?". Gojo asked.
Geto shook his head, still flipping through pages, "He was picked up randomly on the street and paid to click her photo". Geto looked up at Gojo. "He thought y/n was a celebrity and the paparazzi wanted a photo of her. He had never seen the man who approached him and paid him for the job. We have his sketch and the police are still looking for him".
Gojo cursed under his breath. Geto was calm, he was moving in a calculated way but Gojo on the other hand was getting restless. There was no text from Yuri and it was not a good sign. He knew that Yuri was playing with Geto. He knew Yuri would do everything in her power to pull you two apart but Gojo was not going to let that happen.
His phone chimed and both men exchanged nervous looks. Gojo carefully picked up his phone and frowned.
Geto took his phone from his hand. "What does this mean?".
Yuri : Run.Run.Run.
Before Gojo could reply Jerry barged through the door, sweating, panicked, scared.
The three men stood outside the bedroom,waiting for Shoko, as you lay unconscious inside. The medical team had left an hour ago and Gojo was counting each second pass by. He had asked Shoko but she refused to say anything until the blood reports were back.
Keisuke cooed in Gojo's arm, oblivious to the condition of his mother. The sun had set long ago and it had been over 5 hours. Gojo was going restless with each passing minute. Geto had been watching CCTV footage of the house the entire day to see if there had been any intruder but he found nothing. Gojo hadn’t asked anything to anyone while Shoko and the medical team were here but now he wanted to know. “Jerry tell me what happened, exactly".
Jerry wiped the sweat off his forehead and took a deep breath. "Mrs.Gojo had just finished with master Keisuke's bath and she was going to dress him up. She walked out of the wardrobe but master Keisuke started crying so she picked him up and asked me to get his bottle from the kitchen. But before I could reach the kitchen I heard her call for me so I came running inside. She looked ..pale. the color drained from her face and she was gently swaying. I sensed something was wrong so I rushed to where she was standing. She asked me to hold master Keisuke and call for a doctor and then…then she collapsed on the floor. Then I called for the medical team before calling you".
Gojo gently rocked Keisuke in his arms. "Did she take her medicine?".
"Yes sir". Jerry replied.
"Did she ever skip a dose?". Geto asked next.
"No sir. Never".
Geto turned towards Gojo and he knew by the look on his face that Yuri had hit her mark. "Maybe it's because of stress or fatigue".
Gojo took a deep breath, "Do you really believe that?".
Geto closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. Keisuke stared at him over Gojo's shoulder and smiled. Geto returned the smile and winked at him.
"Satoru, can I talk to you?". Geto asked standing upright, "Alone?".
Gojo nodded at Jerry and Jerry took his leave. Gojo put down Keisuke in the pram carefully and covered it.
"You said, there were cameras in the room?".
"Yes". Gojo replied and handed Geto his phone which showed the camera feed.
Geto watched it carefully. Then, he replayed it again. "Interesting…" he hummed.
"What?". Gojo asked, looking at the phone screen.
"Everything happened just as Jerry had described it".
"He was there. He saw it all".
"It's still weird that he was able to describe it scene by scene. Usually when people go through such an experience, their recollection varies slightly from the reality but he was spot on".
"Suguru, I trust you, but you suspected y/n and we know how that turned out. Now you are suspecting Jerry? He has been with my family forever. He was the one who alerted us and the medical team. If he was involved in this then he could have run away".
Geto listened to Gojo carefully. "He stays with them everyday?".
"From 9 am to 9 pm".
"Is y/n close to him? Do they discuss her problems?".
Gojo bit the inside of his cheeks. "Yes".
"Has he ever interfered with your…". Geto shrugged for the lack of words, "..marital issues?".
Gojo scoffed, "Not in a bad way".
"But he has?".
"Yes. He has".
Geto nodded and looked down at the pram, "Who chose him to be with them?".
"Y/n did"
"Interesting. Why didn’t she choose anyone else from the staff?”.
Gojo sighed, “Because she was not close with anyone else. We both trusted Jerry and decided it is best to have someone like him to stay with them”.
Geto sensed Gojo’s frustration and refrained from talking further about it. It was best to wait for Shoko’s analysis.
“Y/n will be fine”. He put an arm on Gojo’s shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.
Gojo nodded. “She has to be”.
Shoko walked in, glaring at Gojo. The two men immediately straightened up in her presence. “How is she?”. Gojo asked.
“You knew she had anemia”.
Gojo frowned and looked at Geto, “Of course I did. I called you ..remember?”. He added.
“I do. I also remember looking at her reports and prescribing her medicines which she had to take daily”.
“She was taking them daily”.
Shoko looked at Geto, who corked a brow. “No she wasn’t”.
Gojo’s pulse raced. “What..what do you mean?”.
“Her reports are back. Her anemia has worsened”.
Gojo’s world stood still on its axis. “That’s..that’s..not possible. She was taking her medicines daily”.
Shoko shook her head. “I had my suspicions so I sent her medicines to the lab and they were not the ones I had prescribed. Well one of them was. The others were Dapsone”.
“Shoko I don’t understand….what do you mean?”.
Shoko sighed. “Satoru, let's sit down”.
Gojo pushed the stroller and sat down opposite her and Geto. “Shoko what’s going on? Is she going to be fine?”.
“I have my suspicion that someone switched her medicines. Her blood count was too low so I sent the medicine in the lab and out of five only one was the medicine that I had given her and the rest were a drug called Dapsone. Dapsone is used to induce Anemia, not cure it. I can estimate that she was administered this drug for no more than five days but given her condition it could have been fatal”.
Gojo’s mouth ran dry. “Fa..fatal? You mean…”
“Life threatening”.
Gojo’s shoulder dropped. “Is she going to be fine?”.
“Yes. But she needs rest and care”.
“Who gave her the meds everyday?”. Geto asked,Gojo looked at him . The two men exchanged nods and Geto was already on his phone.
Gojo nodded his head. Had Yuri continued to torture Gojo, he would have beared it all. Had she asked for all his wealth, he would have given it all to her. Had she asked for his life in return of yours, he would have given it to her. But she made the most fatal mistake of her life by going after you. No one was safe now. No one was in the clear now. No more interrogations. No more suspects. Yuri had declared a war and now she would have to fight it.
Gojo thought about the fight last night and how this morning he didn't even tell you he loved you. He made the same mistake he made last time, leaving you when his gut told him to stay.
"I don't care who gave her the meds..I can't hurt her anymore. She deserves to live a happy life". Gojo picked up his phone and called Yuta, "Get me the divorce papers".
The man on the other side of the wall listened to the conversation. He smiled. The plan had worked.
-X-
Yuri : I need updates!
Yuri : Why are you ignoring me?!
Yuri : Is that bitch dead?
Yuri : Where the fuck are you? Pick up my call!
Yuri : Did they move her to another location?
Mr.Man : Things might have gone out of control.
Yuri : I told you we should have gone for a lighter dose!
Mr.Man : Have faith.
Mr.Man : He might reach out to you. I overheard him talking to the detective.
Yuri : What should I do?
Mr.Man : Strike when iron is hot.
Yuri : What does that mean? Should I meet him?
Mr.Man : Yes. But ask him to meet alone. He might come with a backup. He has agreed to the divorce.
Yuri : What? Really?! Why hasn't he texted me yet?!
Mr.Man : Have patience.
Gojo finished typing the last text and locked Jerry's phone and stared at him. Jerry's gaze remained fixed on the floor. Five men surrounded him as he sat in handcuffs.
Gojo kept the phone on the table and pulled a chair to sit opposite to him. He stared at Jerry, the man that he respected like a father, the man that he trusted enough to be around his wife and son, the man that took care of him in the darkest days, but he was no longer any of that. Now, to Gojo, he was the man that tried to kill his wife. When Gojo saw the messages between him and Yuri he wanted to put a bullet through Jerry's brain. But he knew he needed him to reach Yuri.
"Why?". Gojo askedz crossing his one leg over the other and folding his arms over his chest.
Jerry remained silent.
"Why did you try to kill y/n?".
Jerry looked up at him with anger in his eyes. "I didn't try to kill her".
.
.
.
"You drugged her. Knowing well that it could be fatal to her".
"She wouldn't have died. I wouldn't have let her die".
Gojo bit the inside of his cheeks. "Why help Yuri?".
.
.
.
Gojo scoffed at the silence. "I know where your family lives. Your daughter is at Ginza, waiting for her train to Ueno. Your son is 300m away from your home. Your wife is at the neighbor's house and she will be leaving in the next 5 minutes when a man will tell her that her son has been hit by a truck and her daughter fell on the train track. Do you think given her heart condition she would survive the news?". Gojo smirked.
Jerry had tears rolling down his eyes. His chest rose and fell with each breath. "No. You can't hurt my family!". Jerry yelled.
Gojo let out a chuckle. "Are you really in the position to ask for that? Fine. You're right, you have served the Gojo house for a long time and I should honor that. How about…I get you convicted for pedophilia? The word would spread around quickly, I'll make sure of it, your daughter will be ostracized at the college and your son will probably kill himself. Your wife…dies anyway".
Jerry was sweating and shaking. He hid the details of his family from Gojo and yet he found out. Gojo smiled and got up to get his phone. He stood in front of Jerry and showed him the live video of his family members. The first video was of a man moving through the crowds at the station and standing just behind his daughter. "What are the chances that the safety door in front of your daughter malfunctions and the crowd pushes through?".
Gojo played the second video, it showed another man walking behind his son on the bridge less than 300 m away from his home. "I have heard that this bridge is quite dangerous. You see the speed with which these cars are moving? It would hurt so much if he got hit by one of them".
"Please…not my kids. Please". Jerry begged.
"Hmm okay. I won't kill them. Just injure them enough so they spend their entire life in a wheelchair, unable to talk, walk, react.."
Gojo chuckled and played the third video which showed a man standing outside a neighbor's window and Jerry could see his wife on the couch talking to her friend.
"Imagine when your wife's friend finds out that you are a pedophile! They would be so disgusted".
"No no no. Please". Jerry cried. His tears fell on Gojo's ostrich leather shoes.
Gojo walked back to his chair and assumed the same position. "Then start talking. You have 3 minutes left to save your family".
Jerry shook his head. "I didn't want to hurt Ms.y/n. I didn't. But I couldn't let her stay with you. You don't deserve her! You're just like your father! I…". Jerry paused. "....I couldn't save your mother. I wanted to. I even helped her run away but you monster of a father brought her back!".
Gojo gritted his teeth as he listened to the sick man.
"I loved your mother. I wanted to help her…but I couldn't". Jerry looked up with a frenzied expression. "...Ms.Y/n reminded me so much of your mother. She is kind. A good mother. Doting wife…and you". Jerry's gaze darkened, "…a monster. A selfish man who is only capable of thinking for himself…the day you made her cry, I knew that this time I will save her!".
Gojo swallowed the lump in his throat. "So you tried to kill her?".
"No no no no. I would neve hurt Ms.Y/n. I just wanted you to realize that the life you live puts the life of others at risk".
"You were there with me! You raised me! You out of all the people know what I went through!". Gojo screamed, making Jerry flinch.
"I pitied you as a child. But as you grew up you became his splitting image and as much as I wanted to help you, I felt disgusted by you! You were treating her the same way you dad treated your mother"
"Y/n trusted you. She was the one who suggested that you should be the one to help her with Keisuke".
"I know. I would rather die than let anything happen to Ms.Y/n. That's why when Yuri asked me to kill her, I made this plan. I was going to kill Yuri after you divorced Ms.y/n".
"And then?".
"Then then…I would have asked Ms.Y/n to stay with my family. So I could care for her like she deserved to".
Anger rose inside Gojo. "You're a sick man".
Jerry chuckled. "Love makes us sick, Mr.Gojo. I used to wonder how a man could go insane because of a woman..who was this woman that made the great Gojo Satoru lose his mind. But then…I met her and I got to know her. It all made sense. Anyone would go insane over-".
Gojo stormed out of the room wiping the blood off of his knuckles. People stopped in their trail as they saw him walk past. No one had seen the Ice Prince in the last one month but now he was back. Gojo didn't care if Jerry thought that he was just like his father. Gojo didn't care that Jerry called him a monster, maybe he was a monster. But he loved you. If he was fated to love you as a monster then so be it. He will become the monster that will protect you, avenge you, love you.
Before Jerry could finish a sharp blow landed on his jaw. Jerry fell on the floor with his hand cuffed in front. Gojo grabbed his collar and lifted him off the ground, "That's my wife you're talking about you sick bastard!". Gojo threw him across the room and Jerry's head collided with the wall as he fell on the floor leaving a red streak in the trail. Jerry thought about all the times he saw with Gojo, like you were a happy family when you were nothing but a trophy for him. He remembered when he first heard yours and Gojo's moans mixed together it made him throw up. Gojo didn't deserve a woman like you. Every time he looked at Keisuke he was reminded of the love you had for Gojo and he would have killed Keisuke first if it hadn't been for you. Losing Keisuke would have broken your heart, especially when you risked your life to save his.
Gojo sat on his toes and glared at Jerry. "Did you kill my mother?".
Jerry chuckled, coughing out blood. "I didn't mean to kill her. I just wanted that child of hers to die".
Gojo gritted his teeth. He felt sick. He got up and kicked Jerry in his guts. "You are going to pay for what you did".
He took his phone out and texted Yuri,
Gojo : You win. I have the divorce papers. Where should I meet you?
Yuri stared at the text and bit her nail. She was scared to face Gojo. Maybe she can ask him to drop the papers somewhere. Instead of texting Gojo she texted Jerry.
Yuri : Gojo texted me. Where should I meet him? Does he really have the divorce papers?
Gojo unlocked Jerry's phone with his other hand and replied,
Mr.Man : Call him at the warehouse near the pier. He has the divorce papers.
Yuri : How did y/n even sign it?
Gojo rolled his eyes and huffed.
Mr Man : She was slightly conscious. She doesn't know yet that she had signed the Divorce papers.
Yuri : Serves that bitch right. I'll call him tonight at 12.
Yuri took a deep breath and texted Gojo,
Yuri : warehouse number 12 near the Pier. 12 am.
Gojo : okay.
Yuri : come alone. If I see another guard or officer with you, y/n will be dead before you even reach home.
Gojo looked at her text and chuckled.
Gojo : Okay.
He walked over to where Geto and Yuta were sitting with Keisuke. Yuta gently rocked Keisuke in his arms and walked around the room but as soon as Keisuke saw Gojo he started crying and stretched his hands towards his father. Gojo's icy exterior melted as he smiled sadly and took Keisuke from Yuta's hand. "Thank you for looking after him, Yuta".
"No problem. He seemed to like more than his uncle Geto"
Geto, who was sitting cross legged, rolled his eyes. "He would only calm down with Yuta".
Gojo chuckled and rubbed Keisuke's back. He immediately calmed down as soon as he took in the scent of his father. Gojo kissed the back of his head as he sniffled. "Any update on y/n?".
Geto and Yuta shook their heads.
"I called Shoko and she said y/n might be unconscious for the next 12 hours. Something about her body needing time to recover. They are changing her drop every hour".
Gojo nodded his head. "Can I go see her?".
Geto and Yuta exchanged looks, Yuta hesitated but spoke first, "Ms.Shoko didn't say you can't but she didn't say you can either..so I guess you can".
Gojo handed both the phones to Geto, "I'm meeting her at 12 tonight. Yuta go through the texts and see if we can find anything else on her".
Gojo rubbed Keisuke's back and walked inside the guest bedroom where you were lying unconscious.
He let out a shuddered breath as he saw you lying still with tubes going into your arms. Your face pale like a ghost, cheeks sunken in, he swallowed his tears as he moved slowly towards your bed.
"Hi, love".
Keisuke turned around at the mention of your nickname and moved in Gojo's arm, stretching his arms towards you. "No baby. Mumma is sleeping". Gojo gently put his arms down but Keisuke fussed in his arms and continued to get out of his grasp and into his mother's.
Gojo kneeled by the bed and gently put Keisuke next to you. Keisuke stretched his arm out and grabbed your dress and tugged it to have you turn and face him. Gojo pressed his lips together and hung his head low as he let out a silent cry. How can he explain to Keisuke that you can't play with him now? If anything were to happen to you how can he explain to him why his mother is not there with him? He prayed to God that if he wants a life then he will hand over his only for you to live. Gojo cried as he watched Keisuke pout trying to get you to turn to him. He sucked in a sharp breath and mustered his strength. He had to be strong for him. When you wake up, you will be so proud of him for being a good father. A strong father.
"Mumma's sleeping. You want to give her a kiss?". Gojo asked and picked up Keisuke so he could softly kiss your cheek. Keisuke tried to grab your face but Gojo picked him up immediately "no no no. We can't disturb mama".. Gojo leaned down and kissed your forehead softly, "By the time you wake up, this will all be over. I promise".
Keisuke cried as he hopped in Gojo's arms to be free and lie next to you. It didn't make sense to him as to why his mother won't play with him? Why won't she hold him? Why won't she feed him?
Gojo walked out before Keisuke's cry could disturb you. "It's okay baby. She will be up soon. Then we'll all stay in bed all day". Gojo cooed as he rocked Keisuke gently.
It was around his dinner time so Gojo walked straight to the kitchen, he tried to prepare the formula while carrying Keisuke in the baby carrier. It was evident that Keisuke missed his mother as he would start wailing every half hour. Gojo struggled to make a formula while talking to Keisuke at the same time. He was too scared to let anyone either hold his baby or make his food. He could only trust himself. A task that usually takes about ten minutes took him 30 minutes to complete. Gojo sat down on a couch, draped a towel over his shoulder and held Keisuke in his arms as he tried to feed him with the bottle. But Keisuke refused and continued to cry. Gojo sighed and looked around the empty kitchen. He didn't know what to do. He had tears rolling down his cheeks.
His wife was unconscious, his baby was crying and he didn't know what to do. But then, like a message, he remembered your advice. Gojo carried Keisuke and the bottle to yours and his empty bedroom and sat down on the bed. He put Keisuke on the bed gently and ran inside the wardrobe to fetch your cardigan that you were wearing this morning.
"A baby recognises the mother by scent". Your words rang in his ear. He wrapped your cardigan around his arm and went back to hold Keisuke. Almost like magic, Keisuke stopped crying immediately. He sucked on the bottle gently and looked up at Gojo with wide blue eyes.
Gojo chuckled, "you're a mama's boy". Gojo shook Mr.Carrot above gently and continued to talk to Keisuke while he drank. When he was done Gojo put the cardigan on his shoulder and Keisuke smiled when he put his head on the cardigan. Gojo breathed a sigh of relief as Keisuke burped twice and dozed off happily.
Gojo walked around the bedroom with Keisuke in his arms. He thought about his own childhood, how when his mother had run away his father did not even bother to check on him. If it wasn't for the help he would have gone to bed starving. He would never let Keisuke feel that way. In a way he was glad that Keisuke is too young to remember any of this.
Shoko stood by the door and gestured to him to come out. Gojo walked out and gestured to her to be quiet as Keisuke was asleep. Shoko simply rolled her eyes.
"Is everything okay?". Gojo whispered.
Shoko nodded her head. "Y/n's vitals are fine. I am here to look after my godson". She nudged her chin towards Keisuke.
Gojo smiled. It was a relief that he had someone he could trust to look after Keisuke as he goes after Yuri. "Thank you".
Geto walked in with his hands in his pocket and smiled at Gojo. "Looks like he is finally asleep". He whispered.
"Yeah. It was quite hard".
"I am looking after him so you two be safe out there". Shoko said as she gently took Keisuke from Gojo's arm. Keisuke,wrapped in your cardigan, cooed in his sleep and grabbed her hair strand. Shoko remained still for a moment. She has always been the stoic one, the sassy one, but now as she held Keisuke in her arms she glared at the two men in front of her. "If anything happens to this baby I will burn this world down with my lighter".
Gojo chuckled and nodded. He leaned in and kissed the top of Keisuke's head and when he pulled back Geto leaned in and kissed the top of Shoko'a head. "a kiss for my baby".
"Thanks". Gojo smiled at Shoko.
"If you do something stupid I will steal your baby".
Gojo chuckled and nodded. In her own twisted way it was Shoko's way of saying she wanted him to be safe and that she loved Keisuke.
"Do I really need this?". Gojo asked, holding the bulletproof jacket in his hand.
Geto fastened the jacket over his black shirt and tied his hair in a neat bun.
"Obviously! Y/n would kill me if anything happened to you!".
Gojo chuckled and took his shirt off to put on the jacket. It was better if Yuri didn't know that he was prepared. He felt like he was going on one final battle of his life and on the other side a good life awaited him.
He buttoned his shirt and turned towards Geto, “Hey..”.
Geto, who was tying his shoelaces, looked up at him and crooked a brow.
“If things go south and if anything were to happen to me..there is a letter for y/n in the first drawer of my desk, give it to her”.
Geto chuckled, “Fuck off”.
-X-
Gojo had never felt so sure of his destiny. But now he knew. He knew as he kissed you and whispered his promise in your ear. He knew as he checked his gun. He knew as he walked out of the estate with Geto. He knew as he drove his black lamborghini huracan.
He stopped the car at a distance from the warehouse. He stared at the silver band on his finger. There was no set plan to follow. There was nothing to talk about. He got out of the car and glanced at a distance where Geto’s car was ready with the back up. He grabbed the papers and made his way towards the warehouse.
Yuri paced around the warehouse. She had kept it simple, at least tried to. A metal table at the center. Two chairs on either side. She had tried to keep her attire simple but sexy. Leather pants and a leather corset top. He knew Gojo hated loud makeup and stuck to her no-makeup makeup look. Her heels clanked on the ground as she paced from one end to the other. Jerry had texted her a while back, assuring her that Gojo had left alone.
Yuri stilled as she heard the approaching footsteps. She went and sat on one end of the metal table with her legs crossed, like a tigress waiting to pounce on her prey. The rolling doc doors opened, revealing a silhouette of a man. Yuri recognized Gojo right away. Gojo stepped in and the doors closed behind him.
Yuri took in a deep breath and shifted in her seat as Gojo walked towards her. Her breath hitched when his face became visible. Sunken red eyes, disheveled hair, tense jaw, arms flexing by his side.
Gojo didn’t say anything. He walked over and sat on the other side of the table.
“Hello, Satoru”.
“Hello, Yuri”.
“I’m sorry to have done this to you. I hope you know that I didn’t mean to hurt you”. Yuri spoke softly. “None of this was meant to hurt you”.
Gojo smiled. He wanted to get up and bash her head against the metal table but he held his ground. “It’s alright. It was best for both of us anyway. Y/n does not fit in my life”.
Yuri smiled, ear to ear. “Exactly! That’s exactly what I wanted you to see!”. Yuri took a breath of relief and relaxed in her seat.
Gojo smiled and nodded. “How did you get Hiro’s video?”.
Yuri chuckled. “Satoru..you are too innocent for this world! You see, I knew you way before Geto introduced me to you. Or should I say I introduced myself to Geto”. Yuri laughed.
“What do you mean?” Gojo asked. Trying his best to keep his demeanor pleasant enough.
Yuri took a deep breath. "You see.. I saw you for the first time the day you killed Naoya Zenin. I didn't even have to ask around much to find out about the history between the two of you". Yuri chuckled. "I just knew I wanted to be with you. You were strong, so sure of yourself. But I couldn't just approach you right?".
"Right…".
"With Naoya's death the clan was in pieces and I gathered all the important information I could. That's where I found the security footage of his townhouse and I was going to delete it. It seemed useless until I saw your face in one of those. So I kept it with me. I didn't know who Hiro or y/n were but I knew who you were".
Gojo stared at her blankly. "So you used the information you had on Zenin to gain Geto's trust?".
"Bingo! When I saw what you had become it broke my heart. I thought to myself whoever this dead woman was, she should not have this hold on you! But it turns out the dead woman was alive!!!!". Yuri threw her head back and laughed.
Gojo didn't want to hear your name from her mouth anymore. "Give me Hiro's video and I'll give you the divorce papers".
Yuri took out a phone and played the video for Gojo. "There you go". She slid the phone across the table. Gojo picked up the phone and sent the video to Geto, as a backup and to let him know that it was time to move.
He smiled and slid the papers across the table to Yuri. Yuri grinned and picked up the stack of papers. She flipped and her smile dropped and pulse picked up. These were not divorce papers. They were photos of Jerry, handcuffed and tied to a chair. Yuri blinked and looked at Gojo who was smiling at her.
"You made a huge mistake going after y/n".
"I…I…Satoru…Satoru..I..". She fumbled with the words and stood up immediately letting the metal chair fall to the floor. "..nno…this was all his idea!". She yelled, pointing at the photo of Jerry.
Gojo smiled and stood up with his hands in his pocket. He took out Jerry's phone and tossed it on the table. "Regardless of whose idea it was…". He walked around the table and Yuri took a step back for every step towards her. "...you should not have even thought about hurting my y/n".
Yuri trembled with fear. "I didn't want to! I swear I didn't want to hurt her!".
Gojo pouted and bent down to her eye level, "Right, you wanted to …kill her. You wanted to kill my y/n".
Yuri shook her head and stepped back. "No no no I…I didn't. You…you can take the video. I…I swear I won't ever hurt her again…please…please let me go". Yuri fell to her knees and begged.
Gojo sat on his toes and cooed at her. "Come now Yuri…where did your confidence go?".
"Please Satoru…please…don't kill me".
"Kill you?". Gojo clicked his tongue. "Why will I kill you? You didn't kill my y/n did you?".
"No no I didn't!". Yuri shook her head and swallows her tears.
"Exactly..you hurt her!" Gojo grinned in her face. "So now I will hurt you". Gojo said, pushing her forehead back with his index finger. He stood up and walked over to the table and pressed the button opening the rolling doors. "You're terrified of water right?". Gojo asked, tilting his head.
"Satoru please! No no! I saved your life! Do you not remember any of that?".
Gojo's smile dropped, "You're right". He said glaring at her. "You saved me. Then you drugged me. I can still forgive that. But you hurt y/n. I will never forgive you for that". He smiled as men rushed around him and stood in a semi circle around Yuri.
"As much as you love surprises, let me tell you what's going to happen to you. I owe you that much". Gojo cracked his knuckles and stretched his neck. "You are going to be taken to the middle of the sea. Then your arms and legs will be tied and you will drown in a metal cage…not killed. Of course not killed. I cannot kill someone who saved my life right?". Gojo shrugged.
Yuri stood up with trembling legs. She regretted telling Gojo about her worst fears.
"And this will continue the entire night, or till my y/n wakes up. Whichever comes later. Then you'd be given a choice…to either shoot yourself in the head or drown to death".
Before Gojo could turn and walk away, Yuri grabbed a gun from the holster of the man standing to her right and fired in Gojo's direction.
As soon as the noise rang every gun around her was pointed in her direction. Gojo stared at her blankly. His right hand went over to the left bicep and touched the wound. Gojo brought his hand forward and looked at the red coating his fingers. "You missed". He smirked devilishly. Yuri watched in horror as her shot missed the mark. Bullet that was aimed for his heart simply scratched his bicep. A wound that would recover in a few hours.
"You know salt water really stings on wounds? How about a wound for a wound?". Gojo smirked and took out his pocket knife. He held Yuri's trembling hands and made a long diagonal cut on both of her palms.
"That should do. Enjoy your night Yuri. It's your last one". Gojo winked and walked away as Yuri's screams faded in the background.
Gojo sat at the back seat of the G wagon with doors open as a medic patched his wound. Geto, who stood outside, glared at him with his arms folded over his chest.
"Fine you were right! I am glad I listened to you and wore the vest!".
Geto shook his head and lit a cigarette. The air was cool and this wasn't their first post fight banter. He watched as the men took Yuri away in a blacked out car at a distance.
"Why drowning?". Geto asked, staring at her flailing silhouette.
Gojo chuckled, "Because it's her worst fear. She can't swim and has been terrified of the open waters since she was a kid".
Geto nodded his head. It was fair game. She played with Gojo's worst fear and he played with hers.
"Any news on y/n?". Gojo asked.
Geto shook his head. "Shoko said she's stable and Keisuke has been sleeping well".
The medic was done wrapping a bandage around his bicep and Gojo got out of the car and stood next to Geto.
"Does it hurt?". Geto asked.
"Why? Are you going to kiss it?".
"Do you want me to?". Geto smiled and looked at Gojo through the corners of his eyes.
The van carrying Yuri went past them and Gojo finally felt free.
"How are you going to show y/n the video?".
Gojo sighed. "Maybe when she is awake and a bit more stable, I will tell her that you helped me find the video and that can also help justify your interrogation".
"I owe her an apology".
"She'll understand".
Gojo checked his watch, it was 2 am. "We should head home".
-X-
Yuri screamed and shouted as the guards locked her in a 6ft metal cage. By the time the cage was suspended in the air above the vast black ocean, she had accepted her fate. These men won't listen to her. She offered them money, sex, power but they wouldn't dare go against Gojo Satoru.
"Oh god of god of god". She muttered as the cage was slowly lowered to the ocean. She closed her eyes and held her breath as it completely submerged in the dark water. She flailed around in the cage like a fish. Her lungs burned and the scars on her palm stung badly. As soon as she thought she was going to drown the cage was lifted in the air. She fell on her knees and coughed out the salty water. Her wounds burned even more now as she tried to wipe them on her pants. She hissed and cried but her eyes burned with every tear that rolled down her cheeks..this was worse than hell and it was only the beginning of her long night.
As soon as she caught her breath the cage was dropped in the ocean again. Unlike last time when she was given a moment to catch her breath, this time the impact had her screaming under water. She grabbed on the rails on the roof of the cage and tried her best to stay above water but her palms hurt so bad that she immediately let go of the rods and floated in the cage, screaming, crying. Once again, as soon as water began to fill her lungs, she was brought up again.
The cage was brought up and Yuri looked down at the vast black ocean. Open water bodies terrified her but open water bodies at night was a whole other ballgame. She felt dizzy and disoriented. All she could taste was salt. All she felt was pain.
She remembered Gojo's words, "Don't worry Yuri. When you reach hell, the devil will pity you". Yuri smiled. Gojo always stood by his words. She looked up at the sky and prayed to fall unconscious so she wouldn't have to feel anything. Ironic, she thought to herself, how she wanted your fate right now. She laughed and then the cage fell again….
-X-
As soon as Gojo reached home he rushed through the doors to see you. It was around 3:00 am and though he was tired, mentally and physically he needed you. He was hoping that when he sees you you'd be up and waiting for him to get into bed but as soon as he reached your room, his heart fell.
You were still asleep.
He walked silently and kneeled by your bed and held your hand gently. "It's over. It's all over". He kissed your knuckles and smiled.
"When you wake up, you'll be in a new world. Where we will live happily. I have so much to tell you but all of that can wait. We have all the time in the world now". He kissed your cheeks and whispered three little words that he hoped you'd hear.
"Satoru?". Geto called out in a whisper, standing at the doorway.
Gojo kissed your forehead and walked out.
"Did Yuri tell you anything about how she got the video?". Geto asked.
Gojo walked alongside him with his hands in his pocket, "She used to work for Zenins and when Naoya was gone, she stole information from them to gain our trust. Somewhere in that pile of information she found the video…pure stroke of luck".
Geto cursed himself for not running a thorough background check on her. Had he known she had worked for Zenins he would have never employed her. How could he let that go under his radar?
"Drop it already, will you? It's not your fault".
Geto nodded.
"Why don't you and Shoko take the guest room? It's been a long day and I am sure she's tired too".
Geto smiled and nodded his head. He too was tired from everything that had happened. His added guilt only amplified his need for a good sleep.
-X-
You let out a heavy breath and suddenly were conscious of every muscle in your body. You felt awake but in a dream. Your arms felt heavy by your side. Your legs felt heavy. Your head felt heavy. You tried to raise your hand but could only manage to twitch your fingers. Was it night? Was it noon? Where was Keisuke? Where was Satoru? You opened your eyes slowly and saw the darkness around you. Something was attached to your arm, you moved your eyes to the side and saw a tune going into your wrist. Then it all clicked.
Your heartbeat picked up, you remembered feeling dizzy, you remembered calling for Jerry but you didn't remember whether he came or not. Shit did you faint with Keisuke in your arms? Did you hurt him? Was he okay? You tried to call for help but your throat felt painfully dry.
"..toru". You managed to whisper. Your vision was still clouded and the lack of visible light only added to your paranoia.
You took a deep breath and swallowed painfully to muster up courage to call for help.
"Satoru!". You managed to call in a hoarse voice.
You felt someone's hand on yours. You looked down and saw the tuft of Arctic hair. You smiled. Of course he was here.
"Satoru..". You called with tears rolling down your cheeks.
Gojo woke up with a jerk. He heard you call for him. He looked up and before the single tear could reach your jaw he was on his feet and leaning over you. "I'm here. I'm right here, love!".
Gojo pressed the button and was about to run out to get help but your feather light grip on his band stopped him.
"Stay". You whispered and Gojo relaxed.
"You're alright. Everything is fine". He assured you as he kissed your forehead.
"Ke.. Keisuke..".
"He's fine. He is sleeping right now. He's fine. You're both fine".
You smiled as you let out a sob.
The nurses rushed in and Gojo kneeled on the other side of your bed and held your free hand. "It's going to be alright". He assured you again.
A part of you felt like he was assuring himself. Like he was trying to convince himself that you were alright.
Shoko walked in rubbing her face and stood by your side and smiled. "This is not the reunion I had expected but good to see you y/n".
You smiled. "Can't…move".
Shoko smiled. "It's alright. You have just woken up and the dose I gave you was quite high. It'll take some time". She sat down on the chair Gojo had been on and checked your pulse. "Low but good". She stood up and gently helped you sit up slightly.
She helped you drink water with a sipper and wiped your face with the towel that Gojo handed her.
"What happened?". You asked meekly. Your voice lacked strength but at least you were able to talk now.
Shoko and Gojo exchanged looks and before Gojo could start she turned towards you and smiled. "You fainted. But luckily we were able to get you the help that you needed and you are stable now".
You frowned at her. "I..took meds".
Shoko's smile dropped and it concerned you. "Someone…Jerry switched your meds".
You tilted your head to register to what she just said. Jerry switched your meds? Was she talking about the same Jerry? You turned your head towards Gojo and his guilt ridden face confirmed your suspicion.
Gojo turned to Shoko, "Can I talk to her alone?".
Shoko nodded and got up. "Call for me if you need anything".
You turned to Gojo and fear in your eyes made his heart drop to his stomach. Gojo held your hand with both of his and explained everything that conspired in the past 24 hours. You listened with your heart on the edge as Gojo showed you the texts between him and Yuri.
Anger rose inside of you when you saw the video but it was soon replaced by sadness knowing that Gojo was in such a state where people like Yuri took advantage of him. Yet here he was, more worried about you than what could have happened with him. You wanted him to be angry for himself but instead he was worried about how you'd look at him.
Anger rose inside of you when he showed you Hiro's video. How could you let that happen? Had you stayed for a minute more then Gojo would have witnessed the birth of his son. You were angry at Hiro for taking this one thing away from you. Sure he wanted Gojo to suffer but what about you? What did you do to deserve not having the love of your life by your side? How could Hiro disregard your feelings? You were thankful to him for giving you an escape but did you even need one? You needed to have Satoru by your side. You needed a peaceful sleep. You needed to feel loved. You needed to hold Gojo's hand when you thought you were dying…and Hiro took all of that away from you.You sobbed as the video finished playing. "I'm so sorry". You sobbed in your hand. "Oh god…what have I done….I'm so so sorry".
Gojo stood up and wrapped his arms around you as he let you sob in his chest. "It's not your fault y/n. It's not your fault". Gojo let out a shuddered breath when he felt your body tremble in his arms. He sat down on the bed and rested your head on his chest. "It's going to be fine. We are going to be fine. Breathe, please".
"No no no no…I…I'm so sorry". You clenched his shirt in your hand. “I..shouldn't have listened to Hiro…I..Oh god..I’m so sorry Satoru. I..I am so sorry”
"No love. You have nothing to apologize for. You did what was best for you and our son. You did a good job".
You looked at him, “But…you..you couldn’t be there because of..If only I would have stayed for a minute longer..”.
“Y/n…You didn't do it with the intention fo hurting me, okay? You were just protecting yourself and our son”
"What about Jerry? I let a man like that near Keisuke and …if only I hadn't…".
"No no no. It's not your fault that people are bad".
"Satoru , he could have hurt Keisuke…oh god ..He could have hurt my baby!".
Gojo sighed. "It's my fault y/n. I told you I'd take care of you and Keisuke and I…couldn't".
"It's not. You did everything right. It just happened to be Jerry. Nobody …could have expected it”.
Gojo kissed your head. "Okay".
"Where is…Jerry?".
You closed your eyes, and Gojo cupped your face with one hand and wiped the tears off your face.
"Why didn't you tell me about this? I would have believed you".
Gojo was at a loss of words. He looked down, ashamed and shook his head. "What was I supposed to tell you? I know the look on your eyes y/n. You love me but I know a part of you is also scared. I see that. I wanted to tell you about Hiro but I had no memory of that video. I ...I told you there was nothing between Yuri and I and then....this...I couldn't do that to you. I couldn't let you go"
You looked down. You had been too harsh on him and you felt bad for making him feel that he had to hide things from you and Jerry used it against him. He knew Gojo would not confess to you. He knew Gojo would be scared of the video and that's why they sent both the videos together. You were so angry at everyone for hurting him.
Gojo shook his head, "You don't have to see him, love".
"I just… How could he even think when you would be anything like your father when he has practically raised you? Satoru, you are nothing like your father…You are kind and attentive and you always prioritize us over your work …. Keisuke is so lucky to have a father like you…I am lucky to have a son with you".
Gojo looked at you and smiled sadly, “Do you mean it? Really mean it?”
“Yes!”. You said, immediately. “I mean it with every fiber of my body”.
“Thank you”. Gojo kissed the side of your head.
“I hope Jerry rots in hell for everything he has made you and Keisuke go through”.
Gojo smirked, "As you wish".
"And Yuri too..but where is Yuri?".
Gojo took a deep breath, "She's there. Do you want her to live?".
You remained silent. You didn't know whether you had it in you to kill someone. But Yuri threatened your son, drugged Satoru…"No. I don't think she deserves to live".
"Okay".
Your eyes drifted to the white band under his shirt. You sat upright and touched it gently. "What happened?". You looked at Gojo.
He sighed. "It's nothing"
"It doesn't look like it's nothing. What happened, Satoru?".
"Y/n ..You need to rest right now".
"No…no I need to know what happened to you?".
Gojo sucked in a sharp breath. "Yuri…. shot me".
Your mouth hung open as you tried to get up but Gojo put his hand on your shoulder and calmed you down "What…what do you mean she shot you? …why are you not in a hospital?".
Gojo smiled sadly and pulled you into him."Because it wasn't serious and I wanted to spend time with my wife".
"Satoru…it’s not ..corny. It can be serious and It can get infected or something". You glared at him.
Gojo smiled. It was adorable how your knowledge of getting shot comes from movies and his’ comes from his experience.."Y/n…It's just a scratch.I am more than fine. I'm here and you're here and that's all that matters".
You shook your head disapprovingly. What happened to all the safety and security when he was almost shot? “No no. You should still get it checked once again”.
“Okay, I will but not now. I need to be with you now”. He grinned.
"Did you have a hard time with Keisuke?". You asked, trying to lighten the mood.
Gojo took a deep breath and thought about how he had never seen Keisuke cry this much. How clueless he felt every moment you were not around. "He missed his mom for sure".
"Did you feed him?".
"Yes".
"Did you bathe him?".
"No. He was too fussy and I didn't want to risk it".
"Where is he now?".
"With Suguru"
You breathed a sigh of relief.
“Are you mad at Suguru?:. Gojo asked.
“No. I understand now. I am glad you had him”.
You yawned and groaned, feeling the tiredness creep in.
"You should sleep now y/n. It's been a tough day". Gojo got off the bed and helped you lie down. He pulled the duvet and tucked you in how you do for Keisuke.
"Can you…. stay with me? …..Please?". You bit your lip nervously. After hearing everything that happened while you were unconscious a part of you was scared to be without Gojo. You needed him to feel secure. You needed him to tether you to reality and save you from spiraling into your what ifs.
Gojo nodded "Of course I will", and got in bed with you. He winced as he lay on the arm that was injured and you glared at him. "just a scratch?".
Gojo smiled and rubbed your back. "Yes, love. Just a scratch".
-X-
When you woke up again you were no longer ridden with anxiety. Instead you felt even more relaxed when you saw Gojo walking around the bedroom with Keisuke in his arms.
"Good morning". You said, sweetly.
As soon as Gojo turned towards you Keisuke started crying and stretching his arms out to you. Gojo brought him to you immediately and you took him in your arms.
"Did you miss me, munchkin? Sorry mummy took a long nap". You cooed as you wiped his tears. Keisuke buried his head in the crook of your neck and wrapped his tiny fingers tightly around your necklace. His wailing stopped the moment you kissed his chubby cheeks. "I'm so sorry. I promise I'll never leave you again". You kissed his head as he sniffled. You peppered kisses on his face and it made him relax in your arms. "Were you a good boy? Did you give daddy a hard time?"
"Did he give you a hard time?". You asked, looking at Gojo.
Gojo sat down next to you and stretched his legs, wrapping one arm around you and resting the other one on your lap. "Not at all. But he missed you. I was so scared for him. I couldn't even explain anything to him".
You smiled sadly and pecked Gojo on the lips. "You did a great job".
"You think so? It took me over 30 minutes to make the formula".
You chuckled at him. Sure that was surprising but you didn't blame him. "That's alright. You still did a good job". You understood that it wasn't easy to take care of a baby when everyone around you was a possible threat, when your wife was lying unconscious, and there was a psychopath out to get you.
"I'll call Shoko. You still look weak".
You kept your hand over his and looked at him pleadingly, "Few more minutes.. please".
Gojo smiled and sat back down pulling you into him.
You rested your head on his chest, brought his hand up and kissed his scarred knuckles. You felt safe in his arms. Somewhere in your heart the last crack closed up and you finally…after four years…felt like you were home.
-X-
1st August,
You stared at yourself in the full length mirror and smiled. You looked like those dolls on top of the wedding cake. The lace veil draped behind you and the white silk gown fit you like a glove. The diamond earring that Gojo sent for you this morning casted a kaleidoscope pattern on your collarbone. Your eyes drifted towards the calendar on the wall. August 1st. The weather outside wasn't gloomy. It was surprisingly pleasant. Not too windy, not too sunny. Gojo had wanted a grand wedding but you insisted that you get married in the lawns of the estate that you had spent months taking care of. You didn't want a grand ceremony. You wanted to get married at a place that you called home.
Contrary to advice of the wedding planner, you had decided to do your hair and make-up yourself with help from Shoko. You wanted to keep it all very minimal. You looked at your hands and smiled at the imperfect white nailpolish painted by Gojo. He wanted to add his own touch to your look and you couldn't say no.
You picked up the sapphire brooch and pinned it on your left, your something blue belonged to Gojo's mother. Your something old was your own mother's hairpin that you had treasured for years. You wondered if your parents were her would they be happy? You hope that wherever they were, they were smiling for you.
You needed this time alone in your bridal suite to gather your nerves. The last few months passed by like a gust of wind. Keisuke was not almost 7 months old and Satoru decided that it was the right to get married for the second time…or third. Though you didn't demand for one as you were already officially married, Gojo insisted that you have a ceremony. You agreed.
Though he didn't need to propose, Gojo still went on a knee when the three of you took your first family vacation to Ginzan Onsen. It was your Ghibli dream come true and you said yes to the ring once again. You still remembered being so in love as you walked along the streets with Gojo’s one hand in yours and the other pushing the stroller. You were no longer with Gojo because you had to be. You were here because you wanted to be. You wanted to welcome him home and make his lunches. You wanted to write notes for him and pack it in a bento box. There was something adorable about the most feared man in Tokyo blushing over a note in his bento box.
Now you stood here, on the 1st of August, thinking about how a year ago you were pregnant with Keisuke and had just found out about the risks of pregnancy. In the August before that you were sitting in a bus, on the way to the office where the love of your life was engaged to another woman. Now you are about to get married to the man you love .Funny how life changes in three Augusts.
As you walked down the aisle with Mr.Itadori on your right and Mrs.Itadori on your left , with your bouquet of orchids in your hand, you saw the man you had loved for the last five Augusts stand on the other end. Everyone was looking at you and you were sure you should have acknowledged them and smiled at them but you couldn't tear your eyes off of the man in the deep blue tuxedo. Handsome as ever.
Gojo felt like someone punched the air out of his lungs as soon as he saw the doors open. The wedding march faded in the background and his world stopped moving. This is what he lived for. Everything that he had endured till now led up to this moment and he would do it all again just to see you smile at him as you walked down the aisle. You were his sun, his moon, his star.
“You look beautiful”.
“Thank You”. You smiled and took his hand.
Gojo had boasted that he would not be the one to get emotional but here he was, fighting his tears as he read his vows. He lost the battle when you read yours and you chuckled as you wiped the tear off of his face. You cried a little too when he kissed you. But Gojo was quick to wipe it away with his thumb.
Geto stood next to Gojo with Keisuke, in a matching blue tuxedo, in his arms. He looked at Shoko and they exchanged smiles.
Instead of a flower girl you had Yuri happily scattering flowers for you. It was surprising how quickly he bonded with Satoru. During the reception Yuji ran up to you and introduced you to another kid, who Yuji claimed to be his best friend even though they had met an hour ago. Megumi,whom you recognized to be Toji’s son. He seemed like a quiet kid, opposite Yuji. You smiled and patted both of their heads as they ran away hand in hand. You turned and continued to talk to the man who was taking over part of Gojo’s business so Gojo could spend more time with you. Nanami Kento. Few minutes later you saw Megumi and Yuji being scolded by a girl, about their age, and smiled. You wished that these three retain their youthfulness even when they grow up.
Months later when you and Gojo took Keisuke to Gyoen park. The lake smiled. Years ago two hearts broke by its shore and now they had found their way to each other like waves to shore. Gojo smiled as he saw you show different flowers to Keisuke. It was surprising that his first word was "addada" and Gojo rubbed it in your face for weeks. He claimed that he had won the bet but you only rolled your eyes at him. Even now as you point to a flower Keisuke looks at Gojo and calls him in a come here motion. "Addada", Gojo gave you a smug grin, reminding you that he had won the bet. Gojo smiled and walked to his son. In that moment Gojo was grateful that he never stopped fighting for you. If there was anything worth fighting for in this world, to him it was you.
A.N : Thank you to everyone who has supported this story. It's been a long and happy journey and I hope you enjoyed your time with the story. I hope it brought you comfort and happiness when you needed it.
It's 2 am as I write this and I can't describe how emotional I feel having completed this story. I hope it was everything you had expected and that you are happy with how things turned out. Thank you for supporting me so far and I promise that I will continue to do my best for you 💗
With lots of love,
Your Priestess.
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what if i wanted to make another insane promo post?
yeah, ik, its promo time again. BUT this time around i do wanna add in the post both my cousin and niece
one thing i did get wrong, heartz is my niece, starz is my cousin! this will basically be going over what each of these 2 do (...and im also adding in a bonus competitor/promoed person, well actually 2 because I GOT A CHANNEL YIPPEE)
each channel will be seperated up so yeah lets go!
first channel:
Starzzz.andgalaxy (my actual cousin, lol) is a great yter who absolutely deserves to be celebrating more then just 170 subs! since shes actually here with me, i can let her say a lil something on the matter:
"hello! I would love to reach 200 subscribers at least, I think my hard work should not be for nothing!" <- her typing
shes very very fun (and also with this i hope all the god damn hate comments shut lol) and does very cool things such as:
Roblox videos
(comment is from me lol, we'll get there soon) For right now these are just rating videos of her avatar, but I find them very fun (plus since I play roblox if needed I can help with filming lol)! Not much to say on it cause it's not a common kind of post, so onto the next form, which is:
2. Art
As you can see, she does very cool art, this one in particular is a tutorial on how to draw bodies. Is it the best? No, but the fact she's trying makes it great! (this is also where I've seen a couple hate comments come up, so yeah, I'm trying to be mature enough to not commit violence for her upon them) She does admit this video isn't her best work, but she does A LOT of very very cool drawings! Go check them out and her channel of course! There is one thing she also posts about which I love most of all...
3. Paper Dragons!!
(the first image is her first dragon, second is her most recent i think) I don't get how these things are "paper furries", but I do know THEY ARE SICK AS FUCK. I got to see one in person and they're very cool, all with different stories! I honestly wanna ask for one but right now, I'm gonna stick with watching them.
Channel link can be found here:
(this section was finished on january first of 2024, so at the point of this being posted she wont be over here, but i had her here so yeah :D i love my cousin)
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Second channel:
Heartzzz.❤️ is my niece, and she does similar content, but still does good content! A couple of videos of Starz and Heartz are them promoting each other, so yeah. While she is on vacation and can't be here to give her reasons to subscribe to you, I certainly can!
Memes
One thing I forgot to mention my cousin doing (well, actually my cousin's section is just kinda old because it's from when she last came over, but she's back to help me again, yay!) is making memes like this. Sometimes they do involve a paper dragon, but I think they're pretty funny and/or relatable (also dragons very cool)!
2. Edits (and Undertale related things)
I'm putting these 2 in the same category just because of the example image above. While my cousin has recently started doing edits, Heartz is the only 1 of the 2 to make anything Undertale related. While the Undertale stuff comes once every blue moon it seems, that doesn't make it any less enjoyable.
I actually found in her description a run down on what she does post, so here:
Link to her channel can be found right here:
(okay ik this section was really short, again, she posts similar things to my cousin, and i didnt wanna repeat, so yeah, if you want more reason, here's what the cousin herself says: "[Heartz] is really nice, she's a good artist, and she's creative"; time i finished this section was 1/15/2024 lol)
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third channel:
Boli and gang (or as their original user is + the profile picture says, Boli the bear) is the channel belonging to 2 kids I babysit! They're pretty new to making content, but they have a promising start already! Currently, their content consists of...
Animations
One of them has really been getting into animation, posting things like ball loops and such on their account. They're very interesting to watch personally!
2. Cool places
I'm not sure if this is going to be a common theme, but there is around 3-4 videos of places like this one. I have to admit, this has to be the prettiest of them all.
3. Art (+FNAF/Five Nights at Freddy's Content)
This is another one grouped together, but because this is the first drawing related one I've seen. They're very big FNAF fans, of course leading to things like this. Is it the best? No, but they tried very hard of course, and maybe you could leave some tips for them to improve with!
(they also post memes and funny videos, but I'd rather not do repetition; FINISHED THIS ALSO ON THE 15TH LETS GOOOOOOO)
Link to their channel can be found here:
Oh, one final reason, their profile picture is super cool! Can you guess who made it? This actually provides me with the perfect transition into...
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fourth/final channel:
ITS ME!!! FINALLY I CAN STOP DOING PROPER ASS TYPING
yeah, i have a youtube now, and there's like nothing on it minus a couple videos. all of them are made back in like 2021-2022? cant really remember, but i posted them for younger me's sake. i have like a couple more to get through, but afterwards im probs gonna do a bigger variety of content! art videos, jrwi edits, animations, rambles, essays, you name it! (might even stream again on twitch if that seems what the people like lol)
you may want actual reasons to subscribe, but i currently dont have any. i can only make promises of better future content, but right now i can admit theyre shit. i dont post often, its only oc related rn, all very vague, nothing that interests most people on my blog (cause i know a lot of you are here for jrwi content, huh?). this channel, the choice to subscribe is fully up to you, im not gonna sell myself to it, im simply just saying its real.
Link to the channel is found here:
if you at all took the time to read through my part, i appreciate it, but please do actually check out the other 3. after all, you can always find me here, but you cant find the others anywhere else!
(FINISHED THE REST OF THE POST ON 1/15/24 LETS GOOOOOOOOO)
#chilling in solar lights#cheri's art findings#not my usual content#silli promo#dragon puppet#animator#support the artist#digital art#digital artist#digital artwork#digital drawing#puppeteer#just like a cool rock#idk how to tag this#just go check them out please#epic artist#silly billy goose#this will be spam reblogged someday soon#and that will be in this week#be ready guys lol#seperators may look weird#ignore it please
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Thinking about how Harrow was brought up knowing what she cost. That her price was the death of her House. How she had to be a perfect necromancer to prove to her parents that cost was worth it.
And thinking about who she asks for help when she is at her most desperate.
Harrow, who has never belonged to herself.
He reached out for your hands. You could not refuse him, and in any case had no choice of doing so; your body reacted long before your mind did, and the meat of your meat and the flesh of your flesh belonged to God.
Harrow, who only ever experienced love as a response to her worthiness.
Her most vivid memory of her mother was of her hands guiding Harrow’s over an inexpertly rendered portion of skull, her fingers encircling the fat baby bracelets of Harrow’s wrists, tightening this cuff to indicate correct technique.
And how that colours her entire perception of kindness. Of what those who try to love her want.
“I would like to give you something,” said Abigail Pent. This was to Harrowhark. She watched as the capable hands—strong, for a necromancer’s, beautifully formed and with very even nails—took a bit of folded paper from the table. She passed it to her Ninth colleague as though it did not hurt her to give away such precious material.
How John imagines Harrow as his daughter, but can only love her selfishly; her creation a mirror of his own sins.
You’d make a hell of a daughter, Harrowhark. I sometimes indulge in the wish that you’d been mine.
How Abigail, in loco parentis, having exorcised the children that weren't quite her's either so that she could help to keep Harrow safe, wants to comfort her but can't.
Abigail Pent took off her glasses and popped them down into the top fold of her robe. She reached out to touch Harrow’s arm, and Harrow flinched away; she winced a little in sympathetic apology, and removed her hand.
How Harrow is haunted throughout HTN not just by the actual ghost trying to destroy her, but by the memory of her parents, their touch, and by those who for better or for worse want to parent her. Abigail, who loved the children whose planet she was annexing - a fate Harrow viscerally feared. And John, who will show his love for his unexpected daughter by making her an undead construct. However well meaning, Harrow cannot conceive of parental love without possession, without an agenda.
The Emperor set down his tea and finished off his biscuit, and did that terrible thing that he did, on occasion: he reached over to touch your shoulder in that brief, tentative way, the lightest and swiftest of gestures, as though afraid that he might burn you. Your mother had guided your hands over bloating corpses. Your father had held down the corners of great tomes, and his sleeve had brushed your six-year-old-fingers as he showed you how best to turn their pages. Both of them had pressed a rough rope made of coated fibre into your hands—you recalled the pressure from their palms, their attempts to be gentle. When the Emperor touched you, your body recalled, unbidden, each rare and terrible touch committed by your mother and father.
How the one touch Harrow doesn't flinch away from is Ortus, who acknowledges his failure to protect Harrow and wants to make amends.
It was difficult to know what to do with this type of touch. It made her whole soul flinch, but at the same time opened some primeval infant mechanism within her, as though the embrace were a mirror: having someone hold up an image by which you could see yourself, rather than living with an assumption of your face. It was not like the touch of her father or mother. When she had first sat by the tomb in shivering awe, she had fancied that the Body’s ice-ridden fingers had shifted for hers, minutely. Gideon had touched her in truth; Gideon had floundered toward her in the saltwater with that set, unsheathed expression she wore before a fight, her mouth colourless from the cold. Harrow had welcomed her end, but suffered a different death blow altogether—and she had become, for the second time, herself. She untangled from Ortus, more reluctantly than she’d expected.
And now Abigail Pent and Ortus are (probably) dead. Gideon is John's daughter. The Body is Alecto, awake and on the move, meat loving meat.
Desperately hoping that in ATN Harrow and Gideon have an embrace without agenda where they are both simply themselves.
#the locked tomb#tlt meta#abigail pent#john gaius#harrowhark nonagesimus#John is *constantly* touching Harrow in HTN even when she's quite obviously upset by it.#Meanwhile Abigail accepts that Harrow doesn't want to be touched however much it clearly pains her.
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What He Likes
Summary: Natasha makes an observation about the girls that Jake hits on, and you jump to conclusions about his type. Let's just say you make the irrational decision to cut your hair after.
A/N: sorry this isn't a Girl Bradshaw update :( ik a lot of people have been waiting for an update. I've been lowkey spiraling but I'm feeling better now! college has been stressing me tf out but I'm starting to take better care of myself! if you haven't noticed there's a tip option now so if you want maybe tip? i don't wanna pressure anyone at all!! i figured that maybe I could get paid while writing since it's something that I love to do ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ anyway enjoy! this has been sitting in my drafts for a while
Pairing(s): Jake Seresin x (fem) reader
Warning(s): mentions of alcohol, language, inaccurate military cause I said so, reader is described with long hair
"Have you ever noticed how Hangman only goes after girls with short hair?" Natasha says beside you, and you stop mid-sip. Your eyes shift from Bradley and Bob's pool game towards Jake and a short-haired brunette.
They're both standing near the bar, and the woman gives Jake a bright smile as she laughs at something he says. The moment her hand brushes against his arm, jealousy fills you. It wasn't a secret between you and Natasha that you had a crush on Jake. Being the only woman in the dagger squad meant that the two of you spent a lot of time together.
"Nope," you respond to her, and a finger wraps itself in a strand of your hair. It's an understatement to say you have long hair. After seeing Rapunzel as a little girl, you committed to having long hair like her. It's been your pride and joy since you were young, the reason many girls have showered you in compliments about how long and luscious it is. But now, looking at Jake and the short-haired girl heading towards the door of the Hard Deck, you curse your decision to keep your hair so long.
"Hey, Princess!" Mickey calls out, and you turn to look at him. "You up for some pool?" You force a smile and stand from your seat beside Natasha.
"Only if you're up for losing again."
'Oh God, this was a terrible idea,' you think as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Your fingers run through your shoulder-length hair, and you groan. The memories from last night are a little hazy as you try to think about how you ended up in this situation.
After having one too many drinks, Bradley gave you a ride home, and you ended up in your bathroom with a pair of scissors. Natasha's words from hours earlier seemed to echo in your head as you frowned. "If Jake likes girls with short hair, I can be a girl with short hair," you mumbled as you cut inches of your hair off. Hair strands fell to the ground as you measured the ends with your fingers. Looking into the mirror, you smiled at your new hair, and a yawn slipped out of your lips as you looked down at your phone resting on the sink. "I really gotta sleep."
'This is so so so so so very bad' You squint at the uneven portions of your hair and grimace as you try to fix them. The sound of your phone ringing draws your attention away from your hair. Running out the bathroom and into your room, you answer the phone to hear Natasha's voice.
"Hey! I'm outside! Oh, and I got you an iced coffee and bagel for breakfast."
"Nat..."
"Yeah?"
"I really need your help right now..."
"What'd you do now?"
"Holy shit," Bradley gawks at you, and you groan as you cover your face with your hands. Natasha glares from beside you before she hits Bradley in the stomach. The brunette groans as he doubles over slightly before forcing a smile onto his face. "It's not that bad," he tries to reassure you.
Momentarily, you look up at him. With one glimpse of his, you already know he's lying, and you try to muffle a cry. "Idiot!" Natasha seethes as she rubs your back. Bradley raises his hands in mock surrender.
"Sorry!"
"(y/n), it's really not that bad."
"Yeah! It's just, uh, different. You still look beautiful," Bradley says as he smiles at you. Your eyes shift between his face and Natasha's before you give them a weak nod.
"We should get going," you say with a deep breath as you puff your chest out in fake confidence. Fake it until you make it, you know? You'd try to act confident with your new hair, even if you wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and hide. Natasha and Bradley let you lead the way towards the classroom.
Eyes are all you feel as you walk into the classroom and sit beside Javy. You try to shy away from his gaze by placing your chin into your palm, but eventually, you turn to him with your eyes narrowed.
"What?"
"Your hair..."
"I wanted to try something new," you mumble before burying your head into your arms. Maybe you should have called in sick. That'd be better than feeling like everyone's staring at you.
"Princess?" Jake's voice calls from behind you, and your head whips up and around to look at Jake. His usual cocky look is replaced with a dropped jaw and wide eyes. "You...your hair...you..."
You can't help but giggle at his words, "Yeah, I cut it last night when I was a little drunk. Kinda a bad decision," you say, your hand nervously tucking a strand behind your ear. Jake doesn't reply, his jaw still dropped and staring straight at you. Self-conscious, you huff. "If you don't like it, then just say it. I can take it."
"No! I just- uh- well-"
"Okay, let's get started," Pete says as he walks in. "Hangman, quit your drooling and sit down. You can stare at Princess some other time."
"You know, I like you more with the short hair!" Mickey says while handing you a beer. You snort and toast your beers before cheering on Bradley and Bob as they take on Javy and Reuben in pool.
A cough from behind you makes you turn around. Jake is standing there, his cheeks flushed red, and embarrassment is clear on his face. "I wanted to say that I like it— your hair."
Nodding, you lick your lips. "Sorry if I was a little mean in the morning. I just was trying to get used to it."
Jake chuckles and dismisses your apologies. "It definitely will take some time to get used to."
"I thought you'd be thrilled about it."
"Huh?" Confusion spreads all over Jake's face. Seeing him confused, you all raise a brow.
"I mean, you like girls with short hair, right? I figured you'd like my new hair, too."
"Who told you that?"
As you remember the conversation between you and Natasha, your cheeks flush. "Well, no one told me that. I just, like, kinda assumed."
"Assumed?"
"Yeah, I mean, all the girls you take home all have short hair, so I just thought you were into those kinda girls, ya know?"
"So, you've been watching me?" Jake grins, and you realize what your words have implied.
"What?! No! I just—" You're cut off when Jake starts laughing. Groaning, you put your beer down and cover your face. Jake's laughter slowly dies as he reaches for your hands to pull them away from your face.
"For the record, darlin'. I'm into you."
"Huh?"
Jake chuckles before smiling, "I'm not into girls with short hair. I'm into you," his face then looks a little embarrassed, "I thought you were so out of my league that I went after girls that didn't look like you. 'Sides, I never really took any of them back to my place."
A smile starts to grow on your face as you giggle. "You're into me? No jokes?"
"No jokes, darlin'." Without another second passing, you rush forward and press your lips to Jake's, his eagerly molding with yours. Fireworks go off in your belly as Jake's fingers brush against your short strands of hair. You both pull away, and Jake frowns.
"Can you grow your hair back out? You're always beautiful, but the Rapunzel hair was just so you."
#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin#top gun fanfiction#top gun#top gun maverick#x reader top gun#top gun x reader#top gun hangman#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin x you#jake seresin fic
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TaurusVenus ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
💝 taurus is represented by the bull so he doesn’t like being perceived as the delicate type (even though he very much is). others often consider him as reserved, private & mysterious bc he doesn’t expend much energy towards strangers, he’s cautious of new people & he doesn’t like talking just for the sake of it. others are aware his energy & time is valuable which makes him even more enticing.
💝 out of all the venus signs, he’s the least likely to experience love at first sight bc he takes awhile to warm up to new people. he takes his sweet time when forming bonds & he prefers to build rxships steadily. he is definitely a slow burner & he wont change his pace for anybody. he’s slow-moving & hesitant in the process of love due to the intensity of his love & level of devotion he has to offer. it’s so hard for him to let go of those whom he lets in so he needs to be completely certain & guaranteed before letting his guard down.
💝 he can be a little secretive, especially regarding sensitive topics. he doesn’t want others to know much abt him but he will open up in comfortable & stable atmospheres. if he does show his his vulnerable side to you & you turn out to betray him, it will hold a lot of weight & he will struggle to recover.
💝 amongst all the venus signs he has the easiest love life bc he’s very wise in regards to rxships even if he’s never been in one before. he doesn’t mind waiting for a good & dependable partner to enter his life bc he’s very patient. he wont date a woman unless she ticks his boxes & treats him properly. he may like or lust for multiple women throughout his life but he’s likely to only fall in love once.
💝 he is very attractive due to the laidback temperament he projects; his comforting & predictable presence makes others feel at ease & safe.
💝 initially, it may be difficult to distinguish whether he’s into you or not. even if he is attracted to you he might not act on it bc he knows you will come to him one way or another. you know he likes you when he’s being extra warm & fuzzy with you or constantly sharing & offering things with you.
💝 he may seem calm but he has a lot of passions & feelings boiling beneath the surface. once he’s warmed up to you, you’ll see a completely different side to him. he’s sensual, sentimental, devoted, reliable, non judgmental & romantic to those closest to him. his affections are stable, secure & permanent. he’s undoubtedly an honourable lover & friend. he always makes his partner feel seen & appreciated bc of the compassion & care he surrounds her with. he’ll even refrain from arguing with her bc he wont want to spoil the atmosphere. he’ll try his best to ensure she is taken care of emotionally & physically. he wants to see her indulge in sensual pleasures & will happily chip in there too (good food, nice clothes, etc). ensure to show your gratitude & he’ll be loyal to the end.
💝 hes not afraid of commitment & he has traditional expectations regarding rxships. he’ll set strict values & rules for himself; for example, not allowing himself to make prolonged eye contact with other women or not contacting other women without informing his partner. however, some women may view these traits as boring, slow & outdated. during matters of love, his partner will need to give in to him at times bc he won’t readily give in to her. after all, he’s a bull, stubborn asf, to the point of being unmovable.
💝 he’s territorial & protective over his possessions bc he takes good care of them & has a fear of losing them. he can act this way with his food, his space & even his loved ones. he may limit his partners freedom by being possessive & controlling in covert ways. at best, he is protective & territorial over her. at worst, he is obsessive & addicted to her. he will value his partner highly, treating her as a possession & a prized object (trophy wifey). he views his partner as an extension of himself & wants his partner to come under his wing where it’s safe. he’s the type to carry you over a puddle or hold your umbrella.
💝 unfortunately all venus signs have the potential to cheat but it’s definitely unlikely for taurus venus. he wouldn’t want to risk losing the routine & stability of a rxship just for a random affair. however, if he perceives a lack of commitment, physical touch, deeper intimacy or emotional unavailability from his partner, this will make him feel insecure, trigger his fears of abandonment & ultimately be the main culprit to why he’d ever cheat. not to mention, if he has other placements in air or fire elements, it will add a great deal of restlessness, despite the intent of earthy taurus to stay loyal.
💝 since he loves so deeply & has such a fear of change, it takes him awhile to give up on rxships, especially bc he feels his best when in a secure rxship. he may stay in expired rxships & be reluctant to start over bc of his need of security, familiarity & predictably. it’s very difficult for him to let go of anything or anyone that holds meaning & value to him bc it correlates to his purpose of living. he settles for people he has deep attachment with even though he knows there are better options elsewhere. attachment generates an adrenaline within him & he refuses to let go even when it’s being taken away. he is similar to his sister sign scorpio in this sense. but scorpio holds on tight to control & possess. whereas taurus holds on tight to hoard & collect.
💝 however, taurus placements don’t forgive or forget anything. at best, he will punish his partner by withdrawing from her temporarily or permanently. at worst, he’ll be relentlessly stubborn in his pursuit of revenge. his patient & methodical approach ensures a carefully planned retaliation. but it does takes a lot for him to reach this point due to his tolerant & patient nature.
💝 his self esteem is generally steady, he has a realistic opinion of his worth & he doesn’t depend on others to define him. however, in the beginning of his life he likely had difficulty with feeling secure & would’ve often compared himself to mental aesthetics or others looks. but once he has a solid grasp on what makes him valuable, nothing can shake his confidence.
💝 he’s likely a homebody who sleeps & eats a lot since he values routine, stability, comfort & safety. he likely eats the same foods & listen to the same songs due to his reluctance to change. he perceives lounging as a rejuvenating sensory experience (comfy clothes, soft bed, calming candles, tasty snacks).
Turn On’s:
💝 he wants safety, stability & predictability in rxships bc he lacked this during childhood. he wants the security that his partner will stick around & provide. he chooses partners & friends who are self-contained bc that’s what he strives to be. she is able to keep her life grounded & stable materially, emotionally or mentally. she has a solid plan for her life, no matter if it's big or small. she definitely knows the power of planning ahead & taking well calculated actions. for example, she has everything he would ever need, in her purse (especially food). talk to him abt your financial goals & include him in your plan for the future.
💝 he wants his partner to prove to him that she’ll add value to his life. his materialistic tendencies can sometimes overshadow emotional components of a rxship, leading him to value tangible items or status symbols over genuine connections. he loves being surrounded by gifts & luxury. he’s attracted to products of high quality & durability. he loves when people put a lot of thought in when buying/making him gifts. he values sentimental things that you can’t just buy anywhere. he likes to know you really pay attention to their interests compared to just getting something name branded or a gift card. he dislikes cheap & tacky products with clashing colours. he is willing to spend a lot of money on himself.
💝 someone else making him feel more comfortable will be the main culprit for why he may leave you. stability & safety is very important to him so promise him a cozy & comfy time. after all, taurus rules the senses so think abt lighting, candles, aromatherapy, lingerie, etc.
💝 his love language: holding & cuddling one another, just sharing personal space with his partner, cooking meals together, heart-to-heart conversations, being reminded of his worth, being pampered & spoiled, nice scents (perfume)
💝 he prefers to be pursued instead of persuing others. he wants to feel completely adored & desired by his partner everyday. she needs to emphasise her loyalty to him & his worth to her. he has powerful need for tangible expression & presence of affection. she’ll have his heart forever once she’s achieved that.
💝 he loves a sophisticated, respectful & well mannered woman who’s attached a very high value to herself (without being boastful or dramatic). she has a soft but stubborn side to her, she can take control when needed & she has aligning views to him.
💝 in a nutshell, he seeks a partner who is: successful, fancy, generous, affectionate, warm, sensual, passionate, possessive, natural, beautiful, feminine, easy going, understanding, calm, down to earth, predictable, reliable, committed & most importantly consistent.
💝 he is very sensitive & responsive to my physical touch, he will smile & shiver delight. when you rub or run your hands across his body it feels like electricity to him. if you regret his cuddles & kisses bc you’re not in the mood for touch, he will take it personally & he will feel hurt.
💝 to impress him, dress in earth tones (beige & khaki), look expensive as he loves luxury, dress comfortably as taurus is a sensual sign & wear minimal makeup as he likes natural beauty.
Turn Off’s:
💝 he’ll be eager to cut you off if you bring too much drama & trouble into his life; eg if he notices you purposely trying to make him jealous or uncomfortable, if you live a very chaotic & unstable life, if you’re an unpredictable & overly-aggressive person. he’s a venusian after all so craves he peace around him.
💝 he dislikes partners who are immature, fake & frivolous (not having any serious value or purpose).
💝 he feels turned off by anyone who brings any form of change or newness into his life. he won’t like you trying to rush or force him into anything. it’s important to ease him into new things. taurus placements have neophobia (irrational fear for anything unfamiliar). they like things staying the same bc it gives them a sense of peace & stability. he will run away from anyone who challenges this perspective. he wants to stay in his own bubble & will not want anyone to burst it in anyway.
💝 hes threatened by fast-paced & high-energy situations in the context of love including excess displays of emotions & drama when it comes to simple conversations. he may even feel over crowded by too much chatter.
💝 distant parents who try to play games with him rather than growing up & committing (same for all earth venus) including still talking to an ex.
💝 rejecting his offerings, date ideas or any physical touch.
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