you snicker at satoru's question and watch the kid exploring his room waddle around. one of his mom's friends asked him to watch her kid, so naturally, the first thing satoru did was call you. after all, he's basically the last person you'd want alone with a small child.
"she's so cute," you coo, hopping on satoru's bed and lying down on your stomach. the child in question turns her head and looks at you with soft doe eyes and tilts her head like a puppy. "aw, satoru, c'mere and look at her!"
your boyfriend shakes his head, still seated in front of his computer. satoru's not live right now, but he's focused on his screen as he jumps and dodges various obstacles. "can't right now, give me a secâ what the fuck?"
"language!" you hiss, sliding off of his bed and covering the small girl's ears.Â
she looks up at your curiously, and in the cutest voice possible, repeats satoru's words with a wide smile. "what the fuck?"
it's all you can do to stop yourself from bursting into a fit of laughter, but as expected, satoru doesn't have that kind of self-restraint. when the girl says fuck, satoru laughs so hard that he leans back in his chair, not even noticing how another user eliminates him a second later.
"shit, that's soâ sorry, i'm sorry!" satoru snorts, eyes tearing up with laughter. you glare at him and bite down your smile before snatching a pillow off his bed and hurling it at him. satoru catches it with one hand and buries his face in it to muffle his laughter.
you swat his shoulder with one hand and take the little girl's hand in the other as you plop down on the corner of satoru's bed. it's almost painful to swallow back the laughter threatening to tear you apart, but you figure that out of you and satoru, one of you has to be the mature one.
so you scoop up the little girl and hold her in your lap as she flutters her eyelashes at you innocently. you tap her nose and lean in, almost melting at the way she smiles back at you.Â
"don't listen to him," you sigh, sticking your tongue out at satoru, who's still laughing away. he makes a face back at you, and, to his delight, the kid mimicks his expression.
"baby, you were so right," satoru snickers as he hops off his plush chair and strolls over to where both of you sit on the edge of his bed. he flicks the girl's forehead, but thankfully, his touch is gentle and feather-light. satoru's eyes soften as he studies the kid, and to your surprise, he lifts her out of your lap and ruffles her hair.
"she's so adorable," he whines, letting the girl pinch his cheek. satoru turns and widens his eyes at you in adoration. "i wanna keep her!"
you roll your eyes affectionately and stand up, leaning against his side and scrunching up your nose at the girl. "don't you have a game to get back to?" you huff.
"what game?" he replies, preoccupied with the child in his arms. satoru leans his face in closer to hers, and to your surprise and delight, she swats him in the nose. "oww, the fuck was that for?" he wails. satoru looks at you and pouts, glaring at the smiling child. "i think i need a kiss to make the pain go away," he says hopefully, eyes focusing on you.Â
"am i really taking care of two kids?" you grumble, leaning in and kissing him on the nose. satoru nudges his nose against yours and his lips gently brush against your mouth.
you give satoru a second to enjoy your personal space, and then you shove him away. "we have an audience," you deadpan, gesturing at the girl still in his arms. her eyes look like they're fluttering closed, and her features soften with sleepiness.
satoru sticks out his tongue and sets down the girl on his bed, nestling her head in one of his many pillows and tucking her in. "you don't have a problem with me kissing you in front of eight thousand people," he huffs.Â
âgosh youâre so fucking annoying. I wanted to call my girlfriend so that I could calm down from the huge amount of stress Iâm already under and here you are acting like a nagging clingy psycho.â before any other words could be spoken you hung up the phone placing it on the nightstand.
Sae <3: Iâm sorry.
Sae <3: y/n?
1 missed call
5 missed calls
12 missed calls
20 missed calls
hearing your phone ring once again you picked up up furiously screaming into the phone. âWHAT?â you yelled out of character, there was silence before he spoke, âyouâre ignoring my calls.â without answering you slammed your phone on the nightstand not before turning on do not disturb.
ïżŒyou and sae had gotten in a pretty heated argument which ultimately ended with you hanging up the phone and ignoring it. he is in the states right now for a tournament so he canât come to you. usually his sullen, dull, asshole personality would be just fine because thatâs what youâre used too but this time he went too far.
he seemed like he didnât even care. he wasnât due to come back until next month so you opted to block his number leaving him with his âissuesâ that he has to deal with. if he thinks youâre clingy, fine. youâll just go on about your business and leave him to do whatever he wanted. he always acts like he doesnât want to be in a relationship so why not give him the freedom heâs wanted.
sae the moment those words came out his mouth felt like a dick. you were only worried because he had gotten trashed in an interview and it was shown on tv everywhere. he was frustrated and took it out of you, he knew the choice of words that he spoke was wrong but he said it anyways.
after you hung up on him he decided to wait until the morning to talk to you but his text werenât going through and his calls werenât either. âIâm sorry, the number you have dialed-â he tossed his phone on the hotel bed grabbing his head in frustration. his day was already starting horrible, usually you two would call each other in the morning and talk about what youâd do during the day so that you two knew when to call each other later.
two weeks passed and at this point he had called your number at least 40 times a day. any free second he had he would call you or text you, this is the longest you two had ever gone without talking to each other and he was seriously getting worried. getting back to his hotel for the night he laid down on his back holding his phone above his face. his phone was basically stuck on your contact card and that was the only form of you he had besides the endless albums of you in his photos or his rotating lockscreen picture.
he backed out of your contact and went to his brotherâs reluctantly pressing the call button and waiting for him to answer. âwhat?â he spoke and sae was already rolling his eyes at his brother attitude. âcan you check on y/n?â rin let out an annoyed sigh and sae could hear shuffling on his end of the phone. ây/n are you okay?â he heard you say yeah in the background confused then he heard more shuffling before rin spoke up again.
âsheâs fine.â he was about to hang up but sae needed to ask, âwhy are you with y/n?â âwe have dinner ever sunday together.â before any more questions could be asked rin hung up the phone leaving sae feeling more empty than he already was.
a month passed and now with him coming home he was excited to see you but he needed to win this game before going home to you.
you were sitting in your car outside of the stadium debating on whether or not you wanted to go in. you had never missed any of his home games and you didnât want to start, you just kept going back to your argument. the night sae called rin, that was the only time he had ever come over to yours and saeâs apartment for dinner. you had spoken to him about what happened and even though him and his brother arenât really that close he gave you good advice.
âsae is an asshole, that not a secret. he doesnât think before he speaks and doesnât think about the damage his words can cause. all I have to say is he has never called me for anything relatively important but he just called me to ask if you were okay. I canât speak for him, he said what he said and now heâs paying the price for it. only speak to him when you are ready.â he ended with that before leaving.
last night when you unblocked his number all the messages and missed calls that you missed flowed through your phone all at once. tears prickled on your bottoms lash line reading all of his text messages. the last one had you crying yourself to sleep while hugging his pillow.
sae <3: this is the last message Iâll send tonight. tomorrow weâre coming back and I would love to see you. I know you are probably still upset with me and I would be too. I hurt the person I love so bad to the point where we havenât spoken in a month. I miss you, I love you and if you come to the game and even though Iâm we havenât worked things out, if you wear my jersey tomorrow Iâll know that weâll be okay. sweet dreams princess i love you.
he was right, you were still pissed but you missed sae, prior to the argument heâd been gone for a month already and that made you miss him so much more. the sheets didnât smell like him anymore nor did his pillow. you wanted sae back but you werenât going to make it easy for him. unzipping your jacket you slipped the long sleeve over your head then pulled down the mirror to fix your hair and makeup.
~
you sat in the VIP section in your normal seat playing on your phone until the game ended. everyone stood up leaving the area while you stayed put, you could see sae being interviewed by someone but because of the distance you couldnât tell if he was actually paying attention which irked your nerves. he was always so rude to people whenever they interviewed him but went through with them because you asked.
a couple of minutes passed and once almost all the people were gone you noticed sae started to walk towards your direction so you stood up and walked down the steps stopping at the railings that was separating the two of you. ây/nâŠâ he spoke stopping right infront of you, looking at him you kind of glared trying to hide how much you missed him. more silence filled his ears and out of defeat he dropped his head taking a deep breath.
suddenly a small quiet sniffle sounded and he looked back up with tears in his eyes. âI canât lose you, I fucked up I know I did. if you want to punish me some more then do it but please stop ignoring me I physically canât do it anymore, I canât live without you.â standing there you looked at him in shock, heâs never cried before especially over something like this.
âmeet me in the tunnel.â âno.â he quickly responded jumping up and climbing over the railing. he landed immediately taking you into his arms, you gasped at his action but ultimately wrapped your arms around him gently rubbing his back. for a quick second you could feel him shaking but you may have been imagining it.
he pulled back keeping his arms wrapped around you so that he could admire what he missed in these two months. âyou look gorgeous, I love you princess.â
âI know you do, you and your 1,882 callsâ he laughed awkwardly as you pressed a small kiss on his sweaty jawline smiling up at him. âI love you too.â
synopsis : nostalgia. itâs delicate but potent. ânostalgiaâ literally means âthe pain from an old woundâ in greek. itâs the twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone â a feeling of a place where we ache to go again. but in saeâs case, itâs the painful ache in his chest to return to someone thatâs already been buried by the sands of the past; the yearning for someone thatâs already been lost to time.
i'm very proud with this one so enjoy <3
âeverything passes.â a famous quote from one of japanâs beloved authors, osamu dazai. a man too ahead of his time with his novel âno longer humanâ. a novel that evoked a deep sense of sadness, emptiness and even nostalgia to its readers. evoked a question, âwhat does it mean to be human?â that no one could ever truly be answered. sae remembered reading about the man and one line about his death struck a chord in him.Â
âdazai was asked to die, and he simply agreed, but just before his death, he suddenly felt obsession with life.â
everything passes.
â first recording
âhi sae! i heard from rin that youâll be leaving for spain. iâm really sorry i couldnât come to see you off, iâve been busy studying, you know, for exams and stuff. but thatâs beside the point! i wish you all the best sae! do your best and when you come back home, you better be the worldâs best striker yeah? donât worry, everything will pass by quickly so donât miss me too much ok?â
sae hated planes. he hated them quite a lot. it was a constant reminder of that time when he was only 14, leaving home to go to spain to live out his dreams only for it to be crushed 4 years later. sae hated the airport, it was always so busy and so stuffy and so cramped. he hated the feeling of being surrounded by unfamiliar strangers, hated the feeling of people brushing up against him even if they didnât really mean it. sae hated winter. it was the season he severed his bond with his precious little brother after all. tâwas the season he turned his back on him and it was the season he had wished to never relive again.
â second recording
âhey hey guess whoâs sending you another voice message? itâs me obviously, why didnât you tell me you were back already?! if you did i wouldâve picked you up from the airport! âŠâŠ is something the matter sae? you havenât picked up any of your parentsâ calls and their really worried about you. you can always talk to me remember? iâll always be here to listen, ok? donât bottle everything up, itâll do more bad than good. well, i have to go now. talk with your parents every once in a while will you? ever since you left for spain youâve pretty much cut off all contact, even with me. thatâs all, good night sae.â
sae didnât really like flowers. he thought they were a hassle. plants that require specific needs and if not met, theyâll wilt. sae was never fond of them but here he was, standing in front of the counter of a local flower shop as the elderly shopkeeper wrapped a bouquet â filled with carnations, gardenias, lilies, roses, chrysanthemums.Â
everything passes.
â college; third recordings
âi got into my dream college sae! can you believe that! honestly, i was really nervous when i took the entrance exams, but thankfully i studied real hard and managed to pass! iâll be moving into the dorms soon. iâm gonna miss home. oh and rin! i heard he got into a soccer program recently, isnât that nice! heâs following your footsteps in becoming the best striker in the world. i know, i know, you arenât a striker anymore but itâs still nice to know that youâre still into soccer at least. by the way, when will you come back home? i kind of miss you, you know. i never got to see you off and when you did come back i was out of town and really busy. what about we plan a meetup or something in the near future? you know, make up for the times we lost? oh, i have to go now! my parents are helping me move in to my dorm. catch you later sae!â
sae didnât really like coming home. the house he grew up in for the first 14 years of his life felt too foreign to be called home anymore. his parents felt like distant strangers that he just met a couple weeks ago â they felt more like acquaintances than his mother and father. the photos framed around his home felt like ancient relics from thousands of years ago, he didnât recognize them. sae didnât recognize himself.Â
maybe he spent too much time in spain to the point where it felt more like home. how ironic, he began to realize. he had flown back to japan to escape from his hell that was spain but here he was, in his home, in the bedroom he used to sleep in for endless nights, wanting to go back to the place that left his heart hollow.
âthereâs nothing else i could do.â he tried to convince himself as he sat down on his childhood bed, the bouquet of flowers at his side. he could only sigh and let himself fall back into the bed of his long gone home. âeverything passes.â
âhey hey hey itâs me again! how have you been sae? iâd like to think that iâve adjusted pretty well in college. made a few new friends and met some old ones. honestly, i almost didnât recognize them! i mean, do you remember makoto from middle school. he was a such a problem child back then and now look at him! heâs a scholar now! i guess everyone just starts to become more mature after hitting 18, who knows. thank you again, for the gift. i was definitely shocked when my roommate told me i had a package from you. i canât believe you still remember that i wanted âno longer humanâ! thank you, iâll be sure to treasure it. well, thatâs all for today. call you some other time sae!â
everything passes.
â drunk recordings; the words i wish i couldâve told you sooner
âhow do you work this again? ah got it! hehe, hi again sae! iâm at a party right now, man maybe you were right, i do have shit alcohol tolerance. but itâs fine. donât worry, iâm already on my way home and the driver isnât some creepy dude that might kill me. âŠâŠ you know, i like you very much but i donât think youâll believe me. i know i jokingly said that we should marry each other if we arenât dating someone if we hit our 30s, but i kinda wanna marry you even if we arenât 30 yet. is that weird? i really miss you. please come home.â
âhello? god that was so embarrassing⊠sorry, could you just forget about what i said in the last recording? um just, gosh i donât even know. denying it wonât really help right haha⊠itâs in the past now so donât mull over too much ok? please, just disregard that last recording. iâm really sorry, it was just me being drunk.â
sae did not in fact disregard that recording. in fact, sometimes in the dead of night heâd think about it and wonder, if he had replied to that specific recording would things have ended differently?Â
sae didnât like deep and evoking questions about âwhat ifâsâ, he finds them annoying most of the time. and yet here he was now entertaining the idea. bouquet in hand as he casually walked around the neighborhood that the both of you had grew up in. the same twists and turns, same houses, same playground, same everything.
yet the silence was too loud, even for him.
everything passes.
â graduation recordings
âwell, i think itâs safe to say i survived. i graduated sae, are you proud? man i still canât believe i was a few point from getting the valedictorian spot but oh well. alls well that ends well i suppose. i heard you won your recent match congratulations mr best midfielder! kinda wish i was there to see it, but donât worry! in your next match iâll definitely save up enough money and buy those tickets to spain and your match one day! just you wait, iâll be the screaming my lungs out and support you, iâm still your number one fan after all!â
sae had some feelings of dissatisfaction when you did not in fact get those tickets to spain and his match. maybe it was his wishful thinking but he really did wish you were there. but he knew it was impossible.Â
he remembered the feeling of anger and frustration running through his veins, cursing the heavens above because he felt the need to show the gods his emotions. sae hated thinking about you in that moment. he hated how he felt like he was in a new version of hell whenever you just happened to cross his mind. sae hated you very much.
everything passes.
â recordings from 2 years ago
âiâm sorry. i know you shouldâve heard it from me but i guess my family beat me to it haha. to be perfectly honest with you sae, i had no plans of telling you. iâm sorry. its just, the thought of breaking the news to you. how could i ever do that to you? iâm sorry. god iâm so sorry sae.â
âhey. i received the gift you sent me. you didnât have to , you know. now i kinda feel bad about having you go on break in the middle of soccer season because of me. but still, thank you. i appreciated you being here, with me. it was a refreshing feeling, talking to you again and just hanging out. work has been really stuffy and felt like i was being caged but you came. you suddenly appeared and suddenly everything was alright again. i know we only said goodbye a couple minutes ago but, i miss you already. sorry. this sounds really weird doesnât it? anyways, thank you again for the necklace. canât believe you remembered how much i loved music. iâll be sure to wear it everyday. thatâs all, have a good night sae.â
âhey. sorry for calling at such an odd time. i just. i just felt a little lonely. i sound so stupid iâm sorry. good night sae.â
âmakoto dropped by today. god he was as annoying as ever but he really cheered me up. he managed to confess to this girl heâs pining over since sophomore year. iâm happy for him. but it really got me thinking about us. i know i told you to forget about that one recording because i was drunk but now that i look back on it, i wasnât really honest. to you and myself. i know this may be the worst timing to confess but yeah, i like you very much. since primary school, as cliche as it may sound i think it all started when you stood up for me from those bullies. now that i think about, i practically glued myself to your side ever since that day didnât i? iâm glad you didnât really mind that. i remember always using homework as an excuse to always have you hang out with me even though i completely understood the lesson. man, where did i get the confidence to do that stuff? but i guess those times are lost in the sands of the past i guess. oh right, sorry, i forgot you didnât really like those type of stuff. getting all deep and whatnot. well thatâs all, iâm getting pretty tired already so iâll head to bed. good night sae.â
everything passes.
â present
âhi. thank you by the way. i donât know, i just donât think iâve ever said that you recently. so, thank you. its a bit funny isnât it? i would almost always talk your ear off every recording but this time, i canât even find the words to say. my parents came over, talked to them a bit. rin visited as well. heâs gotten a lot taller than i last saw him, heâs probably taller than you now! sae, thank you. for everything. iâm glad we stayed in touch. iâm glad we stayed as friends. Thank you for making my days seem just a tad bit brighter, though sometimes i wonder what it would be like if we were, you know, dating. wonder what the difference would be. i mean weâd still talk to each other right? maybe holding hands and kisses but thatâs pretty much it right? but thinking about it is useless right now. maybe in an alternate universe were actually married and adopted a cat like how we used to talk about.â
âyou know, before this very moment. i accepted my fate already. i was content, i was doing fine but now. sae, i donât want to die.â
âplease remember me ok? and iâll be sure to remember you. iâll see you again, sae.â
ânii-chan..â
sae could only put his phone back in his pocket. his younger brother standing a good distance away from him. he could only imagine how rin looked like right now. was he pitying him, grieving with him? heâll never know because he will never turn to look at him. not when your right in front of him.
how many times had he played all your recordings for the past 2 years? maybe a little over a 100 times? maybe close to 200 now?
sae removed all those thoughts as he placed the bouquet on the ground, the wind seemed to answer to his call â you seemed to answer to his call. despite all the pain, all the misery, all the bitter waves of grief that flooded his being whenever he played your recordings, he couldnât bring himself to stop. he didnât want to forget what you sounded like. your voice reminded him too much of home.
âhappy birthday you idiot.â he said to you, keeping his hands in his pockets, watching the leaves of the flowers in the bouquet sway with the wind. two pieces of paper underneath it threatened to be blown away. âyou said you wanted to come visit me and watch my match, well now you can.â two pieces of paper, one a plane ticket to spain the other a ticket to his upcoming match two weeks from now. âyou better come watch me alright?â he could only bitterly smile.Â
âyouâre 30 now,â he whispered, before getting on one knee. placing a velvet box in front of your gravestone. âyou shouldâve waited for me, you idiot.â sae could only mutter those words to no one in particular. it was as if the world had stopped for a moment, the wind had stopped howling, the sun was nowhere to be seen. he could only see you. âi wanted to marry you too, yâknow.â
sae could remember every occurrence where he would sit at his balcony in spain every night after your passing. phone to his ear, listening to all your recordings. but youâll never know how he replies to them, every single one of them with his own.Â
âi told the stars about you and what we couldâve had.â he chuckled, âyouâre by far the hardest lesson i had to learn.â
standing up from his kneeling position, he gave you one last look before walking away. rin followed suit, but not before placing something at your grave. a pink book that you had loved till the very end.Â
sae hated planes, but he flew back to japan every year. sae didnât really like flowers, but every year heâd get you a pretty bouquet. sae didnât like coming home but if it meant getting to visit you, heâd come back over and over again. sae didnât like reading or any deep and evoking questions but he always humored you whenever you asked him.
sae hated all those things but they reminded him too much of you to let them go.Â
everything passes. just like how youâll eventually get lost in the sands of time.
a/n: what can I say about this menace of a man? Let's see...
Bf!Wooin won't ever admit it, but he is the clingy one in the relationship. He's always away working, so you two don't often see each other. And, not that anyone would ever know, but he has you on his mind 24/7. Wooin never had a serious relationship before, so he never felt like this, and honesty, he doesn't know how to behave accordingly.
Bf!Wooin don't talk about his feelings and is absolutely shit at consoling you, but he will never back away from it. Even if his is silent, he will sit there by your side, with a hand on your thigh waiting on you to let all your tears out.
Bf!Wooin who is a real tease, you will never hear the end of it if you wear something you don't normally do, or something that hugs your curves just right. "Going somewhere, hottie?", "That's what you wear to meet up with your other boyfriend?"... And more. You never take him seriously, and he never stops it. Sometimes, he even go as far as to grab your hand and lead you to anywhere more private from where you two are.
He would close the door and whisper, "All of that is for me, right?" You just nod, and he grabs the back of your head to kiss your lips. His kisses are so him, so messy and lewd. He pulls back from the kiss slowly while he has your lower lip trapped between his teeth. "None of these fuckers get any of you. Just me, right?" Wooin ask you with his head burried on you neck, leaving heackys and bites there, for you to look and remember who you belong to. "Yes, just you."
àȘâ⎠tags: fluff, pregnancy, birth, babies, domestic jjk men, they're all your husbands, them being perfect.
àȘâ⎠note: not proofread, some of these are a bit unrealistic, but keep in mind that it's fiction and i don't have a baby.
°Ë⎠when your baby smiles for the first time: [nanami kento]
Birth was a blessing in itself, but having a partner as supportive as Kento made everything worth it, down to the sleepless nights you have been spending trying to get used to your babyâs constant need to be cuddled, fed and taken care of. You were frustrated, it was pretty evident by the tears welling up in your eyes every two seconds along with how you simply refused to be near anyone but your baby and Kento. Thankfully, he was always the one coaxing you to get out of the bed and sit on the balcony, have a full meal and relax while he took care of the baby.
On the outside, it seemed as though Kento had everything under control, and that nothing could affect him as long as you were okay. He never cried when you did (beside when he held the baby for the first time), and he made sure to validate your every frustration and fear, all while telling you that everything will be okay.
Which brings us to this moment, with both of you sitting on the couch with your baby on his lap. One of your favorite things about these nights was that Kento never skipped them and always made sure to play with your baby for a bit before helping you put her to bed. Even when he was incredibly exhausted.
Kento rocked your baby back and forth, enjoying the happy and curious noises leaving your daughterâs mouth. Your husbandâs pointer was gently tracing her face, humming a soft tune about how adorable she was all while helping her be more aware of her body.
âAnd those are your eyes,â his tired voice came out. âAnd this is your nose,â accompanied with a boop, âand those are your precious cheeks,â a laugh escaped his lips when your daughter seemed to try to escape from the ticklish feeling of his finger and you chuckled at the scene. Your happiness was so contagious that your daughterâs lips twitched and a giggle escaped her lips.
âOh,â Kento paused his movements but it only seemed to make your daughter giggle even more. âLook at you,â a smile broke on your husbandâs face and he leans down to brush his nose against hers. âIs daddy your favorite comedian already?â And the louder her giggles got, the harder it was for your husband to contain his own laughter. He throws his head back on the couch and closes his eyes, and when he leans back down towards your baby girl, her smile only gets bigger and bigger.
You bring your legs up to your chest and watch the scene unfold with a heart full of love and adoration for your husband and the human being you both created. And when Nanami notices your silence, he supports his baby girlâs head with one hand and reaches his free hand towards your leg to caress it.
âAre you okay, darling?â To which you flash him with a smile that Kento could only describe as one that filled his heart to the brim.
âNever been better.â
°Ë⎠when your baby first rolls over: [kamo choso]
You were well aware of how anxious and easily nervous your husband could get. Throughout your entire pregnancy, you were never allowed to be even a foot away from him. On a normal day, you wouldâve asked for personal space, but lucky Choso, your pregnancy hormones seemed to make you even more attached to him.
Now that your baby boy was here, all of that anxiety and nervousness was doubled. Instead of worrying about one person and a bump, Choso had to make sure you and your baby were both okay all while trying not to tire himself to stay awake for you two. Night feeds were usually his favorite time of the day, despite your tired self and the sleepiness on your face, watching you try to hold your baby while feeding him always made him lean towards you and press a kiss to your forehead.
Your baby was about three months old when Choso started becoming even more involved with diaper and outfit changing. Not that he didnât want to at the beginning, you were always far too nervous to let him do anything unsupervised. Your baby was currently on the bed while his father reached for the outfit that he laid out for him. And while Choso was always super careful, you had called out his name before walking into the room and so he turns his head to the door and is confused when youâre wide eyed and staring at the bed.
âWhat?â
âLook- the baby, Choso!â He turns to stare at his son and is pleasantly surprised when he notices that his son had fully rolled over and was now on his stomach. Your husband doesnât say a thing as your baby makes noises, almost complaining to you both that he wasnât seeing you and that his muscles were still too weak to support his head, so Choso rolls him on his back and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.
ââŠdonât you think itâs too soon for him to try to leave mid-conversation?â
âBaby,â you let out a chuckle. âIâm sure thatâs not what he meant.â
âHeâs moving too quickly! What do you mean he was able to roll over?â Your husband complains and he slowly dresses up your son.
âIt just means our baby is healthy and functioning well.â
âYeah,â Choso says softly before picking up your baby. âOur baby.â
°Ë⎠when your baby starts crawling: [fushiguro toji]
Toji always thought that he didnât deserve a second chance at life. He simply thought it was too late to start over, that was until he met you and you made him realize that âtoo lateâ didnât really have a place in your dictionary. You made him experience everything all over again; from falling in love to raising two healthy babies along with Megumi and Tsumiki. You gave him a second chance at being a father all while helping him fix his relationship with his kids.
You always made sure to help Tsumiki and Megumi with their homework while Toji stayed with your baby boy and baby girl. He would sit on the floor and watch as they struggled to even hold up their heads and try to reach for him.
âCome on now, I know you can do it,â Toji held the toy your baby boy was whining to his father to give him, and your husband was very stubborn about what his kids were capable of. Tsumiki and Megumi were already excelling at different sports and even academically, and despite you trying to convince your husband that your babies were only six months old, he wouldnât listen.
Shifting his attention from his son to his daughter, he reaches for the toy in her hands and slowly takes it away from her. He watches as a pout forms on her lips and her eyes get teary almost immediately, and Toji has never believed in mother instinct as much as right now, because you burst out of the study room at the same time as your baby girl crying.
âToji,â your disappointed tone as you walked towards the scene made the man turn back towards his babies.
âI just think they should be crawling by now.â
âThey need time baby,â you step behind him and look over your baby girl who was trying to rub her teary eyes. âYou can try by setting it in front of her, then she can try reaching for it.â
Your husband does as he is told and completely forgets about his sonâs toy. Too focused on getting your daughter to move towards her toy, he fails to notice his son slowly crawling towards him to retrieve the small item sitting next to him but you do.
âOh!â your gasp catches your husbandâs attention and he immediately notices his son. âCome on baby! Good job!â Toji doesnât waste time and turns back towards your daughter, gently coaxing her into moving towards her toy.
âCome on baby girl, come on,â it is very rare for Toji to be smiling so softly but whenever he was with his kids, his cheeks would end up hurting him from smiling too much.
Your daughterâs attention quickly shifts towards the person that walks out of the study room, and when her eyes fall on Megumi, a giggle escapes her lips and she starts moving towards her older brother. You and Toji watch in awe as Megumi sits cross legged on the floor and talks very softly to his baby sister, words of encouragement leaving his lips as your baby girl stops a couple of times and whines at the difficult task at hand.
âJust a bit more, come on,â But once in Megumiâs arms, the boy holds her carefully before walking back towards you and his dad. Toji stands up with his younger son in his arms before patting Megumiâs head.
âGood job, boy. You did well.â To which Megumi responds to with a shy nod before handing you his baby sister.
Moments like these sure made it feel like everything in life was worth it.
°Ë⎠when your baby says their first word: [geto suguru]
You never knew you could fall in love twice until you saw your husband become a father to your beautiful baby girls. Not only was he supportive, which was obviously the bare minimum, he still managed to be present for all three of his girls at the same time. The girls were obsessed with their father, and rightfully so, but something you truly admired about your husband was that he made sure to include himself during their play time.
And despite your attempts at convincing him that play time meant playing with dolls and plushies, Suguru was adamant on teaching his little girls very interesting words that had their tiny eight month old brains almost short circuit.
âSugu, easy there. They canât possibly know what pontificate means.â You say followed with a low chuckle, watching as the man sat down on the floor with his legs spread wide open for his two girls to sit in the space there and glance at the book their father was holding.
âMy girls are smart like their parents,â your husband says with a serious look on his face. âI need their first words to be something smart, something bigâŠâ
You squat in front of your baby girls and it immediately shifts their attention from the book Suguru was holding and you smile at that. You instinctively open your arms and wait for them to crawl towards you, but instead one of the girls looks back at Suguru and waits for him to look down at her.
âMama,â your little girl turns to her sister before staring at you and starts crawling towards you and your jaw almost touches the floor.
âDid you just say mama?â
âMamama,â your other daughter mimics her sister and tries to escape Suguruâs hold, but he catches her in his arms and his happiness seems to be a lot more obvious than yours.
âYeah baby, thatâs mama! She said mama, did you hear that?â You grab your baby girl who was crawling towards you and grin at your husband.
âDidnât you say you wanted their first word to be something big?â
âYouâre their everything, so it is something big.â There was no doubt that you picked the right person to father your children.
°Ë⎠when your baby starts walking: [gojo satoru]
Youâve always known that your baby was going to be as hyper as Satoru. Ever since he was in the womb, your baby would not stop moving and kicking, it even resulted in him almost wrapping the umbilical cord around his neck but thankfully, the birth went great and he came out as healthy as ever.
Despite being so sure that the baby would be a carbon copy of his father, your baby boy ended up taking your every facial feature. Satoru couldnât deny that he wished his baby had his white hair, but something about having a second human looking exactly like you melted his heart. But that was literally the only thing the baby had about you, just the looks. Because God, was he an active baby.
He was holding his head up and rolling on his stomach faster than you had expected, and since Satoru loved to test his boyâs limits, your baby ended up crawling soon after. Not even two months later, your baby was saying his first words and all you could do was nod and smile as people told you how unique your baby was, and a part of you could only wish that you would shelter him from all the attention he was getting. But he was a Gojo, and stuff like this was bound to happen.
But the moment your husband noticed your discomfort, he immediately stopped accepting people when they asked to come over. He was excited to become a father, but it wouldnât be the same if it meant robbing you of the same place that was supposed to bring you comfort.
And apparently, only he could keep up with his sonâs hyper self. Crawling from corner to corner, squealing in excitement and tossing his toys around, Satoru even encouraged his son to grab onto the couch and crawl around the space that was heavily baby-proofed.
âAh, youâre so eager to walk, arenât you?â Satoru teases his son as he tries to hold onto the couch and stand up. With a little bit of support on his bum, your baby managed to stand up but freezes there and turns his head to the side where his father was staring at him.
âWhat, are you scared? Itâs not so fun anymore, hm?â Your husband teases your son who seems to be taking his fatherâs words not very well. He pouts and rests his head on the couch, refusing to look at his dad and Satoru laughs out loud.
âCome on, I was only joking, youâre good at everything just like your dad.â You eventually walk down the stairs and you raise an eyebrow at your pouting eleven month old son.
âWhat did you do?â you immediately pin the blame onto your husband who gasps and puts a hand on his chest.
âI didnât do anything!â He pats your sonâs bum as your babyâs wobbly legs try to move him around the couch and towards you. âHe stood up and got scared, and I found it funny.â
âOh baby,â you squat down to your babyâs level and reach out your hands to grab him. âPapa is so mean, isnât he?â
âAm not,â Satoru rolls his eyes but he watches as your son reaches the end of the couch and hesitates to let go. You lock eyes with your baby, and your husband thinks itâs a beautiful example of mothers and babies silently communicating, because no words were exchanged yet your baby knew to trust you completely.
He doesnât fall into your arms but instead, he pushes himself away from the couch and takes a very small step towards you. You try not to gasp in surprise, and you wait as he takes another stepâthen another, and another before falling in your embrace and both you and Satoru are wide eyed and surprised at what just happened.
âHe justââ
âHe walked!â Your husband jumps from his spot on the ground and takes your baby in his arms. âMy son is one of a kind! Iâm telling you, he will win a nobel prizeââ
Satoru always found a way to be excited about any of his sonâs milestones.
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Youâd been having a relatively calm morning until Gojo Satoru burst into your office, splaying himself out on your couch and heaving the most dramatic sigh.
You ignore him, obviously, opting instead to focus on the report of your last mission. Yaga needed it in today and youâ
Gojo sighs again, somehow louder than the first time as he peeks at you from behind blackened shades. âArenât you going to ask me whatâs wrong?â
Itâs your turn to sigh, shutting your laptop when you realize that work is now out of the question. It tended to be when he was around. âPlease, oh please, wonât you tell me whatâs wrong, Satoru?â
âI donât appreciate the sarcasm,â he pouts, sitting up and crossing his arms over his chest like a child. âBut since you asked, I guess I should tell you that...Megumi broke someoneâs nose in a fight at school.â
âYour Megumi?â You gasp. âHeâs only ten!â
Because surely he couldnât be talking about your Megumi. Your Megumi, who bundles up his leftovers to feed the stray dogs around the apartment. Who teared up when youâd taken him to get his shots, and tried to hide his sniffles whenever heâd scrape his knee.
âWell according to the school nurse, he punches like heâs thirteen. The kid was two times his size, but Megumi turned his nose into a bag of gravel,â Gojo chuckles, though he tries to cover it with a cough when you shoot him a glare. âAnd heâs our Megumi, by the way. We share responsibility.â
Youâre not entirely sure if you want to be held responsible for the eight year old going around breaking noses. âYouâre his guardian on paper, so this all you.â
âAnd Iâm dating you, so that makes you his guardian too,â he points out, and you donât even bother trying to argue with his logic. âAnyway, what should we do? Because I know using his training on other defenceless kids is unethical and blah, blah, blah, but I kind of want to bake him a cake.â
âAre you baking the cake to punish him?â you ask, folding your hands atop your desk. âBecause youâre awful at baking, darling.â
âAm not!â he argues, having the audacity to look shocked. âTsumiki said she loved the brownies I made last week!â
âYouâre paying their rent,â you deadpan. âOf course she isnât going to tell you that she spit them out when you werenât looking and that Megumi threw up because you used too much sugar.â You would know, as youâd discreetly thrown Tsumikiâs napkin in the trash and had knelt by Megumiâs side as he hurled into the toilet.
âBut even you and Shoko said that they were good!â
âI lied because I love you, but Shoko asked me if they were erasers.â
âOkay, I see now which one of us Megumi gets his hostility from,â Gojo huffs petulantly. âWeâre definitely coming back to this later, but right now Iâm really hoping that you read that article on child rearing that I sent you twenty minutes ago.â
Youâd seen the text linking the article, yes, then ignored it in favour of doing your actual work. âWhy?â
Gojo hauls himself off of your couch, stretching and letting his joints pop before heading to your door. âBecause weâre going to lecture him. Did the article say if time-outs still work on ten year olds?â
He disappears into the hall before you can answer, and not thirty seconds later, he reappears dragging a scowling Megumi in by the collar of his shirt and herds the boy into a chair in front of your desk.
You soften a bit, the way you always do when youâre around the ten year old. âYou were sent home from school?â
Megumi gives a little nod, his cheeks turning pink as turns his head to face the wall as he mutters an embarrassed, ââm sorry senseiâŠâ
Okay, it seemed you were thrust into a parenting role whether you were ready or not (so much for contraception).
âIâm assuming when he picked you up, Gojo-sensei talked to you about trying to use your words first or getting a teacherââ
Gojo answers with a firm, âof course i did.â
âThe only thing you asked was if I put cursed energy into the punch,â Megumi bites, and you avert your gaze to your boyfriend, who looks shocked at the betrayal. âAnd then you congratulated me when I said I did.â
âAre you trying to get us both in trouble?â
âI punched a bully. You lied.â
âOh, you wanna talk to me about lying? How did the toilet like my brownies, Megumi?â
âSettle down,â you sigh, wondering if this constant, low level of stress is what Yaga-sensei felt when you and Gojo bickered in his office. âMegumi, you said you punched a bully? So it wasnât just a fight?â
âYes, sensei,â he mumbles, kicking at Gojoâs shin. âHe was trying to take a studentâs lunch money.â
Thereâs your Megumi. Protector of those in need. A literal angel with a killer right hook.
âOkay,â you start, smiling a little. âIâm not going to get mad at you because schools are often flooded with negative emotions and are at high risk for curses. A lot of those emotions come from bullies, so if you beat them up, problem solved, right?â Gojo opens his mouth, but your index finger in the air shuts him up. âBut you canât go around punching people with cursed energy. Youâre lucky the kid was bigger than you, or you could have really hurt him. So justâ no cursed energy, alright? Just your fists.â
Megumi blinks a few times, asking, ââm not in trouble?â
At the same time, Gojo sputters, âSo no time out?â
âNope,â you decide. âBut Gojoâs going to make you a cake.â
BONUS
Later that night, Gojo proudly sets a lopsided cake with patchy blue frosting in front of a wary looking Megumi. The lit candle is slowly succumbing to gravity, and how the entire thing is still upright is a mystery to everyone present.
Nanami leans over to read from the messy piping work on the lumpy surface. ââCongrats on winning your first fight?â I thought it was his birthday. I even bought a gift.â
Shoko returns from her raid on your liquor cabinet, sighing as the two of them watch you and Gojo cheer, proudly ruffling the boyâs hair. âItâs better if you donât question it.â
âThank you for your help today,â Gojo murmurs into your ear after Megumiâs blown out his candle, and everyone hesitantly pokes at their wonky pieces of cake. âI couldnât do this without you.â
âTell me about it,â you hum, standing on your tip toes to kiss the tip of his nose. âFeels like Iâm raising three kids, here.â
Summary: For two people that love to read, words seem like a complex.Â
Word Count: 13k (yeah⊠this is slow burn, might want to get a drink and snack)
Tags: Alhaitham x Fem!Reader, Slow Burn, Smut, NSFW, Fluff, Angst kind heavy?, Modern AU, Omegaverse AU, A/B/O relationships, slow fic, marriage, arranged pairing, dubcon, themes about not liking yourself, TW:Â gender dysphoria (you donât like your secondary gender), TW: Very vague and brief mentions to possible past domestic trauma, Jealous!alhaitham, slight yandere!alhaitham, mutual pining, miscommunication, breeding, biting, ruts, Alpha!alhaitham, Beta!reader. You agreed to the pairing due to tax benefits. A lot of references to literature.Â
Authors note: This is my first attempt at slow burn and yeah⊠I got carried away. I want to explore how slow alhaitham would open up and how love can come from the mind instead of the heart. Enjoy.
The difference in actions may help to shine your 8 sun quota faster! Also hereâs a little hint look closely at Heroic new kid! Aether description.Â ïżŒ
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haitani ran has never had to fight for a girlâs attention. well, at least before you came along and changed the game. it is his first time trying to win someoneâs heart, and heâs getting more desperate the longer you keep him on the ledge.
pairing : bonten!ran haitani x college!reader
content : mostly fluff, kinda angsty, swearing, mentions of violence, and basically ran just trying to get the girl.
ran thinks itâs absolutely insane that a girl has got him wrapped around her little fingers, and he knows it, he just willingly submits himself to it.
letâs start from where all the glitches in the universe as he calls them, started. meeting you.
you see, ran haitani is used to women throwing themselves at him. the man can get whatever and whoever he wants at a snap of a finger.
his childhood was rough and all he had was rindouâand heâs not a saint not to enjoy all of lifeâs perks now that heâs reached the top, isnât he? admit it, he has been through enough shit to take it easy for once.
they started off ruling ropponggi, having a bunch of men do whatever they command. they lived off the glory of winning street fights and taking down gang leaders after gang leaders.
it was cool, alright. but looking back, that place seems to be just a playground compared to the chokehold they have on the entire country. japan is essentially theirs.
when a person is on top of the world, no words could possibly describe the feeling of being a king. ran haitani himself found himself at that position.
however, the thing about reaching the top is there is nowhere else to go. what follows after is boredom, ennui, and just⊠rotting away in the repetitiveness of the days. killing, manipulating, torturing, stealing.
he was getting sick of it.
at the height of his much-too-early midlife crisis that he believes came early because he is going to die earlier than everyone else, he flew back to tokyo in hopes that he can drown himself in alcohol at some bar that has no connections to bonten.
he hops out of his ferrari that he parked on the other side of the street adjacent to the local bar, and he is just about to cross it when he hears an exasperated grunt and a loud sound of metal nearby.
the first instinct was ignore it, but another grunt came and he finally snapped his head towards the direction of the disrupting noise in this peaceful part of town.
there, ran sees you struggling to pull the storefront rollup gate down. judging by the apron you seem to forget to remove, it is easy to deduce that you are a barista at the coffee shop youâre currently trying to close for the night.
being the brute that he is, ran keeps his distance from you and remains standing near his car, leisurely watching you struggle.
he chuckles to himself. that shit is cute, he thinks.
it is your first time having to work the closing shift and you had no idea how heavy these things were until you tried it. when all hope leaves you, you groan and sit on the pavement to wait for some energy to come back before trying again.
that is when ran haitani finally decides to spread out his imaginary angel wings and come to your rescue. he approaches you slowly and his footsteps make no sound at all, making you flinch in surprise when the gate suddenly closes and locks on where it is supposed to be.
you look up at the man who just saved you a ton of energy and time, and you stand up to face him. it takes you aback, though, with the way he towers over you. people can be this tall?
but if you were taken aback, the man in front of you is completely blown away. your hair is messy probably because you just finished a shift, you are wearing a simple polo shirt beneath your dirtied apron, paired with skinny jeansâand the man thinks, what a fucking beautiful woman.
this man has seen all kinds of women in the fanciest of outfits, and yet, here he is, totally mesmerized by an obviously exhausted girl trying to make money.
âphew. thank you! you totally rescued me because i was just about to run away and possibly get fired for leaving the coffee shop open overnight.â
he shrugs at your gratitude because he literally did nothing. the gate weighed like paper to him. not only is he not used to saying youâre welcome, he also does not really do much things to receive a thanks.
still, he says, âyouâre welcome.â
âhave a good night, mister!â you say to finally walk home since itâs a fifteen-minute walk from there.
you work two jobs to get yourself through university after deciding you wonât ever burden your parents anymore, so it is justified how you just want to lay down on your bed on a friday night.
ran finds it too much of a waste to let such a pretty girl go just like that, which is very uncharacteristic for him because he never does that when he knows there are others out there in his disposal.
but he canât let you walk away.
âwait, miss.â
you turn back to look at him, âhm? yes?â
fuck, even her voice is cute.
âthis⊠coffee shop. whyâd you have to close it yourself? you donât have security guards or something?â
you shake your head like itâs the most normal thing ever, ânope. the owner canât afford something of that sort. the business is financially tight after the new coffee shop nearby opened.â
âwhich one?â
you state the name of the coffee shop that almost put you out of a job. thankfully, your boss liked your work ethics enough to keep you in their staff.
âthanks again, mister. i have to go homeââ
ran scrambles his brain to find another excuse to keep you for longer. at this point, it is already unusual to him how you still havenât asked his name. he cannot believe that heâs doing so much just to continue talking to you.
âyouâre walking home?â
âyep! itâs good exercise, you know?â you giggle before pointing at the black ferrari just a few steps away. âi believe thatâs yours?â
he nods. âlooks sick, doesnât it?â
âlooks like someoneâs got trust funds,â you joke. it earns a laugh from ran haitani, a man who hasnât laughed in ages. holy shit, he utters in his head.
ânot trust funds, honey. i donât have a rich mommy and daddy. worked like hell to get that shit.â
your eyebrow raises, and you smile. âwell, something must be very wrong with this life because i work like hell and iâm nowhere near affording that!â
it intrigues him, how you talk like youâve got nothing on you but be lighthearted about it. when he had nothing, he was miserable. how could you smile like that? much more so, smile so beautifully?
âwant me to drive you home? itâs dangerous in this part of town. donât want you to go missinâ on me before you get to afford a ferrari.â
you are quick to turn him down with a flick of your hand, âoh, no thanks. iâm grateful for your help but who knows if youâre the dangerous part of town?â
he laughs again because you are absolutely right, but you have no idea that no harm will ever come close to you when youâre with him.
âyou can call anyone and give them all my cards so theyâll know who took you home. safely.â
âi appreciate it, but really, itâs fine. there are some catcallers here and there but believe me, i can trashtalk them just as fine.â
his brows furrow at the thought. it makes him uncomfortable knowing you have to go through that, and youâre used to it.
âyou sure?â he asks again but does not impose because he understands your doubts. it truly is hard to trust someone nowadays.
âi am.â
you walk home after waving goodbye to the tall, handsome, purple-haired man with a clean cutâready to forget him.
with all the good intentions left in his heart, he waits a few seconds for you to be at a safe distance before he quietly follows you home. just to make sure you get there safely.
true enough, there are a few men loitering along the streets. when they call you names and shout lewd remarks, ran is just ready to intervene.
but you flip off the men and shout, âyou filthy fucking pigs! this is why you lead such petty little lives without a wife to love you!â
once he sees you get inside the apartment complex, he shoves his hands in his pockets, approaches the men and gave them a few threats and injuries. afterwards, he walks back to his car.
you were rightâthis was good exercise.
ran abandons his earlier plans and heads home for the night. and if it isnât clear, he thinks about you the entire drive home until his eyes drifts off to sleep.
that was how you met ran haitani.
the next events were just batshit crazy. the nearby coffee shop closed down and business was back as usual. your schedules were changed into something that will allow you to have some time to study and even rest. in the blink of an eye, as if something shifted, everything was suddenly convenient for you.
but behind the scenes is ran haitani.
alongside all of the crazy happenings in your life, ran haitani never leaves you alone. literally the next day after your first encounter, he shows up at the coffee shop you work at with an irritated look on his face.
âwhatâre you so grumpy for? whereâs the smile you had on last night? didnât expect to see you here, mister. would you like to order?â
âwhy did you arrive just now?â he looks at the nameplate you just clipped on your apron, and it wasnât there last night. ây/n.â
âwhat do you mean?â
âbeen waiting for you here for two hours already, thought iâd come by and see if you were able to make it home alive last night.â
you stifled a laugh, âobviously, i did. and i only start here very late at night. itâs a part-time. i study in the good part of the day and i work a waitressing job at a pub, then this one.â
his eyes widen, and the one thing he immediately thinks of is how you do not have to do all that if he just gives you what he has. he has more than enough money to last lifetimes. giving you some wouldnât hurt, right?
he is not even surprised when you turn that offer down. heâs disappointed, but he saw it coming.
after months of clinging to your side like a leech, the man is irrevocably in love with you. like down bad. like there-is-no-getting-out-of-this in love.
seriously, how could he not?
he sees you work so hard, so independently, and face so much shit the world throws at you and still have the will to be fucking smiling at him?
when he told you about his work, which took him about three months to finally confess to you, your answer was, âi stand corrected. that is good exercise.â
the man was BAFFLED. you accept it, just like that? no judgments? no shouting? no cursing? no condemning him for all of his sins?
you continued, âi know how hard this life is and i wonât blame people for doing what they have to do to survive. iâd rather not get involved with that, ran, so keep me away from it⊠but as for you, i donât mind.â
you said all that but when he confessed his feelings for you the very first time, you turned him down. it was for a good reasonâyou had to graduate and earn a degree so you can finally have a good-paying job. being in a relationship with anyone is putting that at risk, and it was a risk you couldnât take.
he understood.
the second time he confessed, after a year, he was at your new apartment that you purchased all on your own. it was small, but it was yours, so he loved it.
this time, he was sure that you loved him too. the problem is, you told him that you want him to court you first. until you give him your sweet yes, every interaction has to be friendly.
ran didnât understand, but it was what you wanted, so he courted you in ways that he absolutely had no idea how, but had to try anyway.
âcourt me, and iâll see if you deserve me.â
well, no shit. he has been courting you for a year now.
everything is slowly falling into place. your job is getting stable. your apartment is getting filled with more upgrades. you donât have to live off cup noodles anymore (although ran made sure you lived well with all the help you accepted from him after he met you). the bills are paying themselves.
but you wonât give ran the time of day. you were such a tease. brushing your hands with his but never truly holding it. hugging his huge figure but never fully embracing him, except on your graduation when he was the only person who went to congratulate you. speaking with your lips close to his but never kissing him.
being with him but never telling him you love him.
but you are. you are in love with ran haitani. you are aware of the things he does for you, and they do not go unappreciated.
the flowers he casually gives you even without an occasion. visiting your place just to cook your meals when you are too lazy to feed yourself. taking care of you when you are sick and even when you arenât. spending all his money on you albeit discreetly so you wonât scold him. quitting the vices you hated. being your personal driver. leaving important work behind when you need him.
basically being there.
being present.
being your person.
you finally decide that it is time to give in to what you want. to love him without inhibitions. life has been hard enough and it is about time to just⊠give in to all the things you were deprived of.
ran is an impatient man, and you think it should be humanityâs greatest feat that he was able to wait for you this long.
you know better than anyone that he can wait for as long as you need him to, but the wait ends now. you cannot wait anymore, and neither can he.
sitting inside the car, stopping at the basement parking, ran waits for you to step out first because you made it clear that while you two are just friends, he will never be allowed to open doors for you.
âran?â
âyeah?â
you unbuckle your seatbelt to lean forward and kiss him on the lips. he freezes at first, and the thoughts wilding inside him screams, what the fuck?! is this really fucking happening?!
when he recovers just as you pull away, he pulls your nape and deepens the kiss. he pours out all the years he spent waiting to cross this line on this kiss.
and you return all of them.
he pulls away to rest his forehead on yours, âwhatâs the meaning of this? are you⊠what is⊠is this what i think this is, baby?â
summary ran has always adored you even before you were popular. and at the height of your fame, you have been getting anonymous letters and gifts from a special someone, who just so happens to be ran. despite all those gifts and letters, what if he, a broke college student, becomes your sugar daddy and catfishes you?
âIâve heard of a love that comes, once in a lifetime. And Iâm pretty sure that you are, that love of mineâŠâ
Synopsis: Ran canât help but give in when you ask him to stay in bed with you in the morning.
CW: none, just pure fluff, pet names (baby girl, love), probably some angst
Word Count: 883
Authors Note: This is just something I thought up while unable to sleep last night, and itâs dedicated to @sweet-seishu come get your mans đ (for the full effect, listen to âDandelions (slowed and reverb) by Ruth B. It will make you cry)
The sound of your husbandâs alarm going off brings you out of your dreamland and into the land of waking. You hear Ran groan and feel the bed move as he reaches to turn it off. You roll over to look at him as he checks the time.
"Ran? Do you really have to leave?" you ask sleepily, putting your arm around him and press your body into his side, trying to convince him to stay in bed with you a little bit longer. It's the same song and dance every day, you want nothing more than to hold your husband close, than him getting up and leaving you alone anyways.
"You know I do. As they say, no rest for the wicked." He looks down at where your head is now resting on his chest. His heart squeezes at the sight of your sad eyes. He wishes he could take the time to just lay with you. To remember the peace, he always feels with you in his arms. But he knows if he gives in now, he won't get out of bed for the rest of the day. He'd give anything in the world to stay under the covers and bask in the warmth and light you've always brought to his dark world.
"Please, love? Just stay here with me a little bit longer. I've missed spending time with you in the morning." You plead, hoping this morning he would give in to you. You tighten your arm around him and nuzzle your face further into his chest.
He maneuvers his arm around your shoulders and sighs, running his figures up and down your arm. He closes his eyes again for a few seconds, trying to harden his resolve to get up and get ready to go into work, when he feels you placing light kisses on his chest.
He can't help but relax under your actions, "Babygirl, if you keep doing that I really won't want to leave, and I gotta go to work." He makes no move to stop you already losing his grip on what little motivation he had.
"That's the point, Ran. I miss you. You're gone all day; you don't get back until two in the morning. I never get to see you anymore." You can feel tears falling out of your eyes. "All I'm asking for here is one day. One day that we spend together like when we were younger." Your figures tracing the tattoo covering the left side of his body.
He can hear the way your voice cracks, and with it so does his heart. Ran knows he hasn't been around much lately, that he's been neglecting you, but he didn't think it was hurting you this much.
He stays quiet for a few seconds contemplating his options. If he calls in, Mikey will chew him out when he gets back, but he would gladly suffer through it to be able to spend the day with you. "I'm sorry I haven't been around, babygirl. I'll make more time for you, I promise." He kisses the top of your head to seal the promise.
"Does that mean you'll cuddle with me?" You look up at him, seeing his beautiful violet eyes looking down at you. The love in them takes your breath away. It had been so long since you saw such a calm joy in their depths.
The smile on his face got bigger as he picked up his phone again, tapping the screen a few times before bringing it to his ear. "Ran?" you asked, trying to figure out what he was doing. Ran held up his finger to ask you to give him a second.
"Hello?" Answers the bored voice on the other end of the call.
"I won't be coming in today, Rin. That gonna be a problem?" Ran hadn't broken eye contact with you, so he could see the way your eyes light up at his words.
Rindou laughed before answering, "Finally taking some time with your girl, huh?" Rin laughed again. "Don't worry about it brother, I'll cover for you today. Say hi to her for me though." His tone was teasing at the end, which made Ran roll his eyes.
"She says hi back, and yeah. Thanks, man. I owe you one." Ran hung up the phone as his brother chuckled again. He set it to the side, keeping his eyes on you.
Ran maneuvered so he could put his hands on your hips and help you to straddle his waist. he laid on his back and looked up at you, admiring the view. With the sun now streaming through the drapes you almost seemed to have a halo over your head. Which thought was perfect, considering he thought of you as an angle sent to save him.
"You are the best thing to ever happen to me, and I will spend every second of the rest of my life proving that to you. I love you, babygirl." Ran leaned up to seal his lips with yours, hoping the kiss would say what he could seem to put into words.
You pull away slightly, murmuring, "I love you too, Ran. More than you could ever know." Before putting your lips back on his, smiling into the kiss.
the sun was currently going to set, you stayed seated on the park bench waiting for someone. you didnât mind at all, knowing his busy schedules you knew he would be late. just a tiny bit.
summer is already over and now the cold is picking up. you were wrapped in comfy clothes that gets you the most heat. you didnât really enjoy the cold but it wasnât bothersome for you really.
you then felt another presence right next to you, taking a seat on the bench. you could smell that same cologne from a mile away. sanzuâŠ
âshit darling, hope you werenât here too long. itâs cold as fuckâ he said before tugging you closer to him. wrapping his arm around you, he couldnât help but nuzzle his head onto your neck taking a whiff of the body wash you use.
he felt more relaxed and lowered his guard down. if only he could do this more often, he wouldnât mind. not at all. he didnât want to get your wrapped up in the stuff he does at bonten. he wished to never let go. for him, he was the luckiest man on earth. whether he was high or not you would always help him.
the sun was set, it displayed a golden swirl of clouds in the air. it was a masterpiece. you puffed out some cold air from your mouth.
âcome on haru. itâs getting coldâ you said before dragging him up with you to which he obliged.
walking hand to hand to your near by apartment you stopped by a small convenience store to pick up some essentials and some food or both of you.
sanzu insisted he pay which caused you both to have a small argument in front of the poor cashier who only smiled, what a cute couple.
sitting on a couple of steps, you couldnât help but wander to the times when you first met sanzu. it was a what. love at first sight.
âhey darling.â
âhm?â
âlove you so fucking muchâ he replied before giving you a small peck on the corners of your lips.
your face bloomed, before a shy smile made way to your face.
âawh haru ! i love you too.â before giving him a kiss on his scars. one of his biggest insecurities but if you wanna be honest. youâll say their hot as fuck.
the two couples sat there enjoying their small snacks. just like two cats in the moonlight.
Starring Sanzu and Taiju in ⥠the Birth of A Child
Rated PG-13
Contains mentions of Child Birth
Fluff
Summary you give birth to a beautiful baby boy at home and your man is there to support you ⥠Requested by the Lovely @lovelygeniegirl1012
No Pronouns up in here
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Haruchiyo Sanzu
Sanzu, a practically Fearless Man had developed a lot of Fears during your pregnancy; The fear of being a Bad Father, The Fear of withdrawals when he forced himself to get clean for his baby and you, The Fear of something being wrong with the baby and the most recent one The Fear of losing you
The latter fears only grew when you announced you wanted a home birth, He stayed Quiet about his worries while He made himself sick with all the research of what wrong could happen
Even though he thought he hid his fears well you could tell when he was trapped in his head, you were always there to wrap your arms around the pink-haired male and reassure him with loving words
Like tonight as the Contractions hit your body hard, you couldnât help but noticed how Sanzu fretted around you as you sat on the plush mattress of your two shared California king bed
You can tell he was very worried about how he excessively cleaned the marble bathtub while waiting for the midwife to arrive or how heâs pacing the floor right now
Sanzu had his hands in his hair as he quietly spoke out â Where the fuck is she? She was supposed to be here by now. I swear if she doesnât show up Iâll-â your beautiful voice interrupted his words âHaruâ you said as you beckoned him to you
âYou okay babe??â Sanzu said as he kneeled before you, his eyes exploring your own. âI just want to hold youâ you whispered as you brought him into your arms, As he got comfortable in your arms you broke the silence â Ahhh Now That is much better. Haru, We are going to be alright, She is just running a little late and My contractions aren't that close together. Everything is going to be okayâ
Right when you finished speaking you both heard a knock on the door, âThe Midwife is finally hereâ Sanzu whispered softly to you As he got up from your arms. Sanzu left the room to let the Midwife in as you mentally prepared yourself to give birth, you were scared but also excited and ready to meet y'all, baby!
The Midwife greeted you before checking your vitals and asking you about your contractions as Sanzu stood in the background Attentively watching. Once she was through, the midwife went into the bathroom to draw your bath as Sanzu helped you get undressed. You held onto his hand when a strong contraction suddenly hit you hard as he was helping you walk into the bathroom. He had his free hand onto the small of your back supporting you as he asked if you were okay, You were only able to nod yes once your contraction had passed
The Midwife Checked on you while Sanzu helped you into the warm water of the bathtub. You positioned yourself so that you were kneeling in the tub, You had your head propped up on your arms on the brim of the tub letting you to be able to look at Sanzu as the Midwife worked on you
Your contractions were stronger and closer together, you couldn't help but close your eyes as the pain wracked your body. Sanzu was right beside you kneeling on the floor of the bathroom, He kept his hands on your shoulder while whispering sweet words of encouragement. â youâre so strong babeâ After you pushed for the first time âYou are fucking amazingâ When you pushed again, you were only able to hum back in response for the pain was the worst thing you ever felt as Sanzu wiped the tears from your face
The Midwife encouraged you to give a big push one more time and with a scream, you had given birth to a Beautiful Baby Boy. The Midwife Tended to the Baby as Sanzu stayed beside you in Awe of what had just happened â You did a wonderful job babe, Iâm so proud of you. Thank you baby for Everythingâ Sanzu broke the silence as he cleaned your face with a warm washcloth
The Midwife Handed your Son to Sanzu as she ushered him out of the bathroom so he could have some alone time with the baby and she could finish tending to you, Sanzu didn't Go far with the baby. He sat on the end of your bed staring down at the small being in his arms, He couldn't hold back his tears as he studied the baby's face; His son looked just like him when he was younger. Yes, the baby had a Mixture of you two skin tones but there was no denying that This child inherited his father's looks making the Pink Haired male silently weep. This Baby is beautiful. Sanzu couldn't help but to think, does this mean That he himself is beautiful?
He was pulled from his Thoughts when the midwife helped you onto the bed. Once you got comfortable Sanzu Handed your son to you, Sanzu lovingly watched as you cooed over the little baby; In that moment Sanzu swore to himself that his entire world was in this bed and he would do whatever it takes to protect it.
You broke him out of his thoughts when You said âHaru, He looks just like you. He got good looks from his beautiful Daddy.â Sanzu could only smile at your words.
Taiju Shiba
During your pregnancy, Taiju stayed beside you. A Raging Tempest that had seemingly calmed during the nine months, You loved him for what he is and you knew he would make an excellent Father after all he was always so Gentle with you. You helped him through his doubts and made him feel better about himself many a night when he had his hand on your belly and the Doubts began to swell.
But tonight He Showed no signs of Any Doubts as He bossed his siblings around, Your water had broke not even an hour earlier and the contractions were whooping you down. You sat on the bed dressed in your robe, your wet clothes taken to the laundry room by Yuzuha as Hakkai washed down the Granite bathtub for the fifth time tonight.
Taiju came in and sat beside you, His Gold eyes admiring you before he spoke â Angel, How are your contractions?? Are you okayâ you held his hand before you answered him softly â My contractions are closer and they are stronger but Iâm okay, This baby is coming whether we're ready or not.â Taiju absentmindedly rub circles onto the skin of your hand before he heard the doorbell ring
Yuzuha came in and told you two that the Midwife was here before asking if you all were ready for her to come into the room, Taiju told his sister to give you two a minute. Once Yuzuha had left, Taiju spoke up â I want to say a prayer for the health of you and the baby, I hope you donât mindâ you smiled at him before saying â Of not Course My loveâ Taiju and you closed your eyes as Taiju prayed to the lord for your safety, your strength and health for your baby and you; Once he said Amen he called Yuzuha and the Midwife in
As the Midwife checked on you, Taiju walked out to the kitchen to be alone as he said a silent prayer. Walking back in he showed his Brother and Sister out the room before thanking them for all their hard work, Taiju's face soften as he stood before you helping you out of your robe; his strong hands held you against his body as he stood behind you helping you walk into the bathroom
Taiju was gentle with you as he helped you into the nice warm water the Midwife had drawn for you. Sitting in the tub you sat down so that your back was against the tub and your legs were up on the brim of the tub, Taiju kept his hands on your shoulders the whole time; He gently massaged your shoulders as the Midwife gave you instructions for breathing and pushing
As the Tears pricked your eyes with each push, Taiju encouraged you with his words âAngel youâre so beautiful right nowâ âMy Angel you are so strongâ and âOne more push Angel youâre almost doneâ With the one last push you had Given birth to a Beautiful Baby boy
The Midwife busied herself with taking care of your newborn baby as Taiju kissed your tears away, âyou did perfect my angel, Thank you for this blessing â Taiju Whispered to you before the midwife handed the crying newborn to Him, The baby stopped crying the moment his father touched him and held him in strong arms
Taiju felt something in him unravel as he looked into the golden eyes of his son, he let silent tears fall from his eyes. This Baby was A pure blessing. Taiju never felt so serene as he thanked the lord for the gift he had given you two. He paid attention to how The little baby looked a lot like him when he was smaller and that he had your pretty hair color. Taiju Vowed to himself that no harm will come to his child as he wiped his tears away
His heart had never felt so light. Yuzuha and the Midwife got you comfortable in bed while Taiju handed your son to you when you were situated, You held your baby you paid attention to your Son pretty eyes â Taiju, he looks just like you baby and got your pretty eyesâ Taiju could only Smiled at you âMy angel we are truly blessed â
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