summary: frat boy!samuel is your ex and jake is your rebound.
cw: pwp, smut, fembodied reader, threesome, p in v, oral, degradation, lowkey cuckhold vibes/voyeurism, brief nipple play. idk im being lazy with content warnings today let me know if i missed anything.
wc: 4.8k
an: FINALLY MADE IT OUT THE DRAFTS. fuck.
Itās only an hour or so into the Halloween mixer that your sorority decided to host to get acquainted with the other houses on Greek Row and the first floor is already trashed. You almost feel bad for the pledges that are gonna have to clean up the aftermath but rumor has it that theyāre all legacy kids who were guaranteed acceptance because they had a sibling or parent associated with the sorority. Sifting through all the discussions of going to EDC, finding a plug for Adderall, and post grad plans, you had also heard through the grapevine that your ex said he would stop by just to show face.
Samuel says a lot of things that arenāt necessarily true if it means heāll look betterāitās just one factor as to why youāre currently not dating him. So you donāt fret too much over the possibility of seeing him tonight. What does bother you is that his fraternity brother Jake has literally been on your hip all night. The attention from Jake is nice, considering that youāve always felt attracted to him but it feels just a tad bit wrong for you to mess with two guys from the same frat. Though, in your defense, Samuel kept your relationship under wraps for reasons never fully explained and you were completely ignorant to the fact the two knew each other at all until just a few minutes ago.
āWould you still wanna hook up with me if I told you that I used to have a thing with one of your ābrothersā?ā You ask Jake casually, sipping from the red solo cup filled with the swarthy looking combination of Jager Meister and RedBull.Ā
He studies your expression for a bit to try and gauge how you were expecting him to respond; but all you give him is a look of indifference with the slightest tinge of curiosity reflecting in your eyes.Ā Ā
āI guess my answer would depend on who it was.ā Jake answers earnestly with a loose shrug, his hand resting on the small of your back and gently drawing you closer to him when one of your sorority sisters comes bolting through the kitchen, looking pale as a ghost with her hand over her mouth. The barely muffled sound of a door slamming open followed by retching and a large volume of liquids being expelled into the porcelain bowl of the toilet fills in the little pause in the conversation.
āI dated Samuel.ā You confess with a small, embarrassed laugh, finishing off the rest of your drink. āWhat do you have to say about that?ā
āNo way! Youāre the reason why he would lock himself in his room with a bunch of soju and listen to sad music? Thatās so funny!ā Jake howls, keeling over as he clutches his sides; consumed by the fit of laughter as he recalls the month-long depressive episode that consumed his peer.Ā
Perhaps if Samuel wasnāt known for having a few screws loose, his short temper and ego bringing out the worst in him on a lot of occasions, Jake would have felt more sympathy. Without even needing to hear your side of the story and why things fell through, Jake knew Samuel had been the issue in your relationship; it was just too on brand for him. After hearing the rumors that you were off the market, he never expected that Samuel was the one who got to you before he couldā only to fumble.You were just another poor soul enamored by Samuelās natural magnetism and thought you could fix him. It makes Jake want to feel bad for you but whatās at the forefront of his mind currently is whether or not he wanted to just be a rebound to you.Ā
āAre you thinking of dating again or what?ā Jake questions you, leaning back against the kitchen island as he watches you mix yourself another drink.
āDating Samuel? I donāt think so. Dating other people is something Iām not against.ā You say, pursing your lips before cautiously taking a small sip of the concoction you had brewed. It warms your throat as it travels to your stomach and you can practically taste the hangover it would bring tomorrow because of the high sugar content. But you wouldnāt have it any other way. The sweeter tasting cocktails always go down the hatch easier.Ā
Before Jake can bring up the topic that had been dancing around in his mind, you speak up again; almost as if his thoughts were loud enough for you to hear.
āJake, I like you and think youāre sweet but itās a little too soon for me to start dating already. Iād hate to break your heart because of how damaged I am right now.ā You say, trying your best to mask the solemn undertones in your voice with a small laugh and simper.Ā
āDamn, am I that easy to read?ā Jakeās own awkward laugh follows after yours as the two of you continue to chat in the kitchen; your attention being split between maintaining the conversation with the attractive man in front of you and trying to corral the rowdy party guests in your home.Ā
You canāt recall what you and Jake were talking about because all of the booze you consumed was finally starting to hit you at once. However, you distinctly remember how it felt like time was moving at half speed when your eyes happened to glance down the long corridor between the kitchen and the front door and you saw Samuel finally make his appearance. Of course, the one time you donāt plan on seeing him, he shows up. What else could you expect from a man whose emotions could be used as an example of chaos theory?
Jakeās eyes follow yours and the faintest of smiles tug at the corner of his scarred lips before he leans in to whisper in your ear over all the noise. From that point on it all played out like a stereotypical drama; your gaze shifting back to Jake before your ex could realize you were gawking at him. By the time you catch Samuelās attention, you and Jake are looking very cozy together. Though it was established between the two of you that there was only a fifty percent chance of you hooking up due to your fragile emotional state and Jake not wanting to take advantage of that, from the eyes of an outsider, it looked very likely that the two of you would end up in the sheets together.Ā
Especially when Jake makes this suggestion:
āShould we go somewhere quiet since itās getting a little wild down here?ā
Not wanting to risk making a scene and letting everyone at the party know that there was some tension between you and Samuel, you take Jake up on his offer and show him upstairs to your room.Ā
As expected, when the two of you are alone and away from the chaotic energy of the houseparty happening downstairs, there isnāt any overtly sexual tension between the two of you. Itās more akin to a natural inquisitiveness about one another; as demonstrated by the way Jake wanders around your bedroom and looks at all your knicknacks, asking questions about the things that pique his interest. Even after spending most of the night idly chatting about whatever crosses your minds, there hasnāt been any more awkward pauses in conversation.
The atmosphere in your room eventually starts to feel a little too much like a teen romance movie with the low, warm toned lighting of your bedside lamp barely illuminating your faces. The way the two of you ended up in bed together on top of the sheets, looking at nothing but the imaginary shapes on the ceiling while your minds are swirling with drunk thoughts. You know that if either one of you were to turn and face one another, it would lead to a kiss. And that kiss would eventually lead to more because of how your inhibitions had been drowned out with booze. Itās a perfectly set scene, you just have to play your parts.
That isāunlessā a certain scene stealer wasnāt planning on making a cameo.Ā
From the moment Samuel stepped foot into your sororityās abode, he expected to see you but seeing his own frat brother flirting with you wasnāt something he could have anticipated. Nor was it something he wanted to see.Ā
The mere sight of you and Jake standing so close together while you conversed together was enough to tick Samuel off; but when Jake had met eyes with him from across the way with a taunting smirk, it had the male seeing red. Held hostage in a conversation with a few of the board members of your sorority because he canāt afford to make a bad impression at such an important party, Samuel could only watch in horror as Jake whisked you away and up the stairs to your room.Ā Ā Ā
Peer pressure isnāt something Samuel is prone to falling victim to, but if playing friendly with some important people means he has an opportunity to advance his social standing, so be it. Only after sharing a few rounds of shots, Samuel is able to trail after you and Jake; fully expecting the two of you to be cuddling and doing some post coitus pillow talk. The two of you seemed to be in that sappy shit that Samuel always felt weird aboutāthe puzzle pieces were just all clicking in his mind.Ā
Samuel knows the way to your bedroom all too well; sneaking down the hall before any of your sorority sisters woke up or escorting you back after you got too wasted at a frat party. He even remembers where you keep your spare bedroom key but luckily for him, your door is unlocked when he reaches to turn the knob. For a split second, he contemplates making a dramatic entrance to match how he currently felt. However, the lack of moaning coming from your room does calm his nerves to some extent. Gently cracking open the door just so he could get a peek inside, the words he happens to catch from your conversation with Jake makes Samuel feel nauseous.Ā
āYou deserve someone whoāll take their time getting to know you. Someone who knows how to please and tease youāāĀ
Peeking through the door, Samuel is able to get a perfect view of your bed where Jake was closing the gap between you. The meeting of your lips for the first time ever is a rush so exhilarating, it cuts through the alcohol muddling your brain. Kissing with such intensity, Samuel could practically see your thoughts leaving your mind with every swipe of Jakeās lips against yours. A low growl of annoyance rumbles in Samuelās throat and you seem to catch on to the noise, ready to pull back but Jakeās hands gently cup your jaw, physically stopping you from turning toward the uninvited third party observing the two of you.Ā
Soft lips that move so smoothly against yours, itās almost like Jake was made for kissing you. Each smooch fills you with a sense of longing that transcends the desire to just fuck. You could and you would kiss him for hours and hours if it wasnāt for the alcohol ramping up your senses and making you so needy for him. Your skin is buzzing with elation where Jake touches you and your hands are eagerly tugging at Jakeās clothes, demanding that he let you feel more of him only for him to grab hold of your wrists and restrain you.
āWhatās the rush, baby? Everyone should be too preoccupied with the party downstairs. No oneās gonna bother us.ā Jake whispers against your lips as he briefly breaks the steamy liplock.Ā
And Jake is right; all of the action is concentrated downstairs. It leaves the hallway so quiet, Samuel can hear Jakeās hushed words to you. He can hear every kiss, every muffled moan; and even the sound of rustling fabric made by Jake slowly seducing you out of your clothes. Neediness and lust paints your mouth as Jake eats up each one of the desperate noises you make. As much as Samuel wants to look away, the expression you wear is something heās only seen after getting you dumb on his fingers or cock; never has he seen you look this way just from kissing. Intrigued by it, he quietly watches and ignores the nasty feeling of being a peeping tom with his length stirring inside of his pants.Ā
The passionate lip lock eventually ramps up with Jake devouring you; tongues exchanging booze tinged saliva that messily spills past your lips as Jake gently maneuvers your body around on the bed until youāre laying beneath him. Bodies stuck together like honey, the sweet friction caused by Jake slowly rolling his hips into yours has you wrapping your legs around his waist; in search of more. Youād already been stripped down to your undergarments without even realizing it while Jake was still dressed so the rough fabric of his jean clad shaft on your thinly covered mound has you fussing again.
āJake,ā You whine softly, pushing your hips up against his in a manner that fuels the desire flowing through both of you. āI need you.ā
Even the way you say Jakeās name is filled with a different type of wanton lust that makes Samuelās body burn up as he continues to watch the scene before him. The column of your neck is tainted with kisses and bites left behind by Jakeās lips as he works his way down. Your hips twitch in anticipation when he nears your center, getting close enough for the scent of your arousal to flood his senses. Face hovering right above your clothed cunt, he looks like heās found the answers to all of lifeās greatest mysteries and his satisfaction only becomes more apparent when he slips off the fabric of your panties to reveal your folds glossed with your nectarĀ Ā
āYouāre so gorgeous.ā Jake murmurs, his warm breath hitting your skin and making you shiver ever so slightly.Ā
Spreading apart your lower lips with his index and middle finger, he licks his lips at the sight of your swollen clit, throbbing and begging for his touch before leaning in to taste you for the first time. The tip of his tongue lavs up the little stream of slick dribbling out of your hole and not too long after, heās greedily slurping you clean. Having no regard for who could possibly hear you, your moans are loud and breathy as your hands grip Jakeās hair to press him against your needy pussy.Ā
Samuel wants to believe that youāre faking it because of your ridiculous volume but he knows you too well. The moans are genuine and the way your body tenses against the mattress is just one of the telltale signs you were enjoying yourself. It pisses him just thinking about how Jake must be smugly thinking that youāve never gotten good head in your life. But the reality was, that whenever it was time for you and Samuel to fuck, you were so impatient. Always begging for his cock, even if it was too big for you to take without any prep; a true freak in the sheets who got off on the pain.Ā
āJakeā¦ā You pant, releasing his hair so you could prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at him as he continued to ravage your cunt with his tongue. āI wantā¦ā
So predictable. Samuel knew it wouldnāt be long before you were begging for more but the fact that you couldnāt even get the words out makes him laugh softly to himself. Your head turns toward the source of the sound and your jaw falls slack, another moan pouring from your lungs as Jake keeps you preoccupied with his tongue wiggling into your entrance but you do indeed meet eyes with Samuel. Finally realizing that your bedroom door wasnāt fully closed, the crack is wide enough for you to see your exās familiar figure and youāre hit by so many different emotions at once, it makes you dizzy. And the way Jake was drawing more of your arousal out of you with every pass of his tongue was not making things any easier for you.Ā
You canāt piece together the words to tell Jake to stop because Samuel was there but with how hungrily he was licking you, it seems like he wouldnāt slow down in the slightest just because there was a spectator. A surprised yelp pours from your lungs when Jake lifts your hips off the bed, pushing on the back of your thighs until your field of vision is mostly his face pressed into your center. Dipping in closer, his nose presses into your clit and his jaw slackens while he licks fat stripes along your folds. Every part of you is graced by his tongue and the heat is so overwhelming your thighs are damp with a mix of perspiration and your own arousal. Your fingers weaving into his hair, clutching and pulling at the locks only encourages him to keep going despite your hips trying to squirm away from each hungry lash of his tongue.Ā
Moans escalating in pitch, youāre on the brink of an orgasm. It starts in the tip of your toes and the tingling sensation travels up your legs. The heat burns hotter and brighter as it nears your core until it finally combusts. All it took was Jake giving your swollen nub a few more wet suckles to get you to burst, your arousal glossing his lips before he licks it away with a pleased smirk.Ā
Laying flat against the mattress again, you take a few moments to just catch your breath and process what happened. But it seems that catching a break wasnāt in your cards for tonight because you hear the unmistakable voice of Samuel as he finally barges into your room, slamming the door behind him.Ā
āWow, Jake, weāre such close brothers, you even have the same taste in hookups as me.ā Samuel laughs sarcastically, sharp eyes darting back and forth between you and his dear frat brother. āSo, how do my leftovers taste?ā
āI think you should lower your voice after watching us like a pervert for who knows how long.ā You quip back as you sit up in bed, shooting daggers at Samuel that are so cold that even Jake gets a chill upon seeing the malice in your expression.Ā
Realizing what you had just said, Jake lets out a small snort.
āDid you get too shy to ask to join in? Or are you into watching? I thought that was just something that Jace and Vasco did.ā He snickers, earning an annoyed scoff from your ex. āIām not judgingājust wondering why the hell youāre interrupting us right now.ā
The chain of events that leads to you having both Jake and Samuel in your bed progresses too fast; your drunk brain canāt keep up. Behind you, Jake is rolling on a condom before pressing his hard cock to your entrance while in front of you, Samuel is grabbing you by the hair and pulling your mouth on to his waiting shaft. If it wasnāt for the ironclad grip Samuel had on your hair, you would have crumpled from the sensation of Jake filling your needy pussy. When your arms waver slightly and you have to catch yourself, you hear Samuel scoff.
āSeriously? Weāre just getting started.ā He mocks you, bucking his hips forward and filling your mouth with as much of his length he can; the tip tickling the back of your throat and making you sputter.Ā
Your ex boyfriend literally taking away your breath has your body tensing all over; your walls specifically getting almost unbearably tight around Jakeās length as he was trying to find a pace that would have both of you losing your minds. The grip of your slick hole has his hips stuttering before coming to a halt, the fear of finishing too soon looming just over the horizon. Taking a few moments to acclimate the warm suction of your body, itās not long before Jake and Samuel are moving in tandem as they take you from both ends.
Jake doesnāt mean to look for too long but seeing how Samuel has your jaw hinged open from how much his girth fills your mouth, he wonders how in the hell were you able to take Samuel in the tight warmth of your pussy? Despite being on the slimmer side compared to his frat brother, it was a tight squeeze for Jake to fit inside you. He knew you were gonna feel good, but he didnāt anticipate for you to feel this amazing even with the rubber preventing him from experiencing all of you. Pushing his hips forward, the entirety of his dick eases into you and youāre wrapped around him tight.Ā
Normally, Jake was a fairly patient and generous lover; but with how he has your pussy clinging on to him, he canāt hold back. He slowly pulls his hips back until only half of his length remains inside of you then starts to fuck you hard and deep. Relentless thrusts propel your body forward, pushing you into Samuel.Ā
āFuck,ā He pants, his hand tangled tight in your hair as he bobs your mouth along his shaft. āSuch a good cock sucker. I shouldnāt have broken up with you.ā Samuel mutters under his breath, basking in the warm heat of your mouth.Ā
His comment goes unnoticed by you, but Jake definitely hears it and he canāt help but let out an amused scoff. Eyes lifting from your face and over at Jake, Samuel scowls.
āWhatās so funny? You have something to say?ā He questions the other male, his grip tightening on your hair in annoyance.
āOh, itās nothing. Itās just bold of you to assume that Y/N wouldnāt have dumped you first.ā Jake comments, his thrusts unfaltering as he continues to push into you. āI think Y/N would end up falling for me no matter what.ā
Most would probably find it unsettling to be in a threesome with their ex and new fling in the first place, but to have them start bickering adds an extra level of absurdness. But in this case, with how much pleasure is being delivered to your body at the hands of the two, youāre phasing in and out of the moment. Jakeās intense thrusts have you floating off into the clouds, in your own euphoric high. But Samuel vigorously using your mouth brings you back down to Earth every time he hits your gag reflex; needing to actively stop yourself from choking on his cock.Ā
āI hate to break it to you, lover boy, but thereās still so much for you to learn about our dear Y/N.ā Samuel says, trying to not let himself get too caught up in the heat of your mouth; his palm slapping your cheek to get you to ease up on him.Ā
Pulling away begrudgingly, youāre still connected to Samuel by a stringy bit of saliva that hangs off your tongue as you pant like a dog; trying to even out your breathing after having his dick occupying your airway.Ā
āIf I were in your place, Y/N would have already came. Just saying.ā Samuel states with a pretentious flair of nonchalance.Ā
He tries so hard to be casual, but the smug attitude he uses to shield his insecurities has become an integral part of his demeanor. As Samuelās words permeate Jakeās lust-addled mind, his thrusts into you falter slightly;Ā causing you to needily whine and move your ass back and forth on Jakeās shaft.
āPfft. Sex isnāt just about the climax, you know.ā Jake responds in a snarky manner, seeming unphased by your undulating hips.Ā
Seeing the trance-like expression on your face while your body seeks out more mind numbing pleasure, Samuelās jaw clenches in agitation.
āBut sex is about pleasing your partner, right?ā He quips back. āYou donāt know what Y/N likes; but I do.ā
Unable to see you cockdrunk on his frat brotherās length any longer, Samuel plucks your body away from Jake as if you weighed nothing.Ā
āY/N likes being manhandled like this.ā Samuel smirks as he tosses you on to your back. āAnd she likes it when I take control.ā He continues, gripping your thighs roughly and spreading them so he could kneel between your open legs, exposing your pulsating and dripping cunt.
Cheeks flushed, your hands come up to hide your face from Jake. But there was no use; his eyes are fixed on the sight of you so pliant beneath your ex boyfriend. Jake knows you didnāt end things with Samuel on amicable terms yet the way you easily fall back into this submissive role has him second guessing things.
Yanking off his rubber, Jakeās hand wraps around his still throbbing dick as he watches Samuel mount you; the tip nudging your entrance before itās sinking inside of the tight heat he was once sheathed in.
āFeels so much better having a real man take control, doesn't it?ā Samuel taunts, wasting no time to start off a brutal pace as he plunges in and out of your messy pussy.
āShut upā¦ā You get out between moans, your hands planting themselves on his inked chest, slipping down until your nails are grazing his nipples. āYou moan like a bitch whenever I touch you here.ā You say breathlessly, toying with the pert buds and feeling his cock jump inside you.
In response to your attitude, Samuel shuts you up by changing the angle of his thrusts. Hiking your legs over his broad shoulders, he pounds into that spot that has you seeing stars. Your mouth falls open in a series of loud open, almost as if the hinge of your jaw had forgotten how to close.
Craving more than just his own touch, Jake gets back into the action, moving closer to you and tapping the tip of his leaking cock on your tongue as it hangs out of your mouth.
Your eyes flutter open, meeting Jake's intense gaze as he slides his length past your parted lips. The taste of his precum mingles with the heady scent of sex already thick in the air. You moan around him, the vibrations making Jake groan in response.
Samuel and Jake exchange heated glances over your writhing form, their competitive nature fueling their passionate frenzy. Samuel's thrusts become even more forceful, each one hitting your deepest spots.
"Who's the bitch now?" Samuel growls, his grip tightening on your thighs.
Samuel's relentless pounding has you teetering on the edge, waves of pleasure coursing through your body with each thrust. You struggle to focus on pleasuring Jake, your tongue swirling clumsily around his shaft as Samuel hits that perfect spot over and over.
"That's it, take us both," Samuel growls, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. "Show us what a good little slut you can be."
The degradation sends a jolt straight to your core. You whimper, your walls clenching around Samuel's cock as your orgasm builds. Jakeās brows are pulled together, his attention shifting back and forth between your slobbering mouth suckling his cock and your pussy being brutally fucked raw by Samuel.
Your muffled moans grow more desperate as the pressure builds. Jake's fingers tangle in your hair, guiding your movements as he rocks his hips. The dual sensations overwhelm you - Samuel's relentless thrusting and Jake's thick length sliding over your tongue.
"Fuck, she's close," Samuel pants. "I can feel her tightening around me."
Jake groans in response, his grip tightening. "Cum for us, baby. Let go."
Their words push you over the edge. Your body convulses as waves of ecstasy crash over you. Samuel doesn't let up, fucking you through your orgasm as Jake continues using your mouth. The intensity of it all has you trembling, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
Jake pulls out of your mouth just to give you a few moments to breathe followed by Samuel unsheathing himself from your sensitive pussy. The action has you whimpering, your walls clenching around nothing; aching to be filled again. The bed beneath you seems to writhe in sympathy with your own movements, the rumpled sheets evidence of the passion that has taken place upon them.
With a sly grin and a flick of his tongue against his teeth, Samuel takes note of the disdainful expression you shoot his way. He turns to Jake, a look of amusement in his eyes.
"Do you have what it takes to finish her off, lover boy?" His words drip with taunting sarcasm.
Eyes drifting to you and your inviting body, Jake gives you a fond smile; only to give Samuel a smug grin when he looks his way.
āI have all night to prove Iām better than you. Try to keep up.āĀ
Summary: Hanging out with their kids for Father's Day
Content: Fluff
Walking around the attraction, there a lot of animals to see in their well decorated cages. Some of them are native and some are exotic-- ranging from red pandas to the ferocious tigers and lions. His ever so excited mini me perks up every time they see a new animal, exclaiming with wonder.
"Woah look daddy! This sign says it's a lion! Where's their hair?"
"It's called a mane, baby, and not all lions have them."
"Oh look! There's a small one! Is that a baby?" the kid asks pointing to a little cub walking with two lionesses.
"Yeah, that's a baby lion. It's called a cub."
When one of the lioness started walking towards a different direction the kid holding onto his hand, gently tugs on his arm and asked, "Why is the daddy lion leaving the mommy lion?" A hint of sadness masked by curiosity is laced in their voice.
Noticing the lioness stretch and lay down, he quickly answered, "Because it's daddy lion's nap time. Do you think it's nap time for you too?"
Their kid looks up at them with such wide, gleaming innocent eyes, and firmly said, "No."
"Why not?"
"Because it's Daddy Day!" A wide grin covers his kid's face as they tug on his arm hopping along to see other attractions in the zoo.
Lookism: Jake Kim, Samuel Seo, Sinu Han, Eugene, Jong Gun, Johan Seong, Joon Goo, Vasco, Jace, Jerry, Warren, Eli, Kwak Brothers, Daniel Park, Hudson Ahn
I was going through all the stories I've posted and asks I've answered, and like...
Inked Skin was my first ever request lol. It was very short cuz I had no idea what to imagine lmfao.
Camellia was never meant to be a two part story. Till Death do We Part was not supposed to exist lol. I don't know what made me change mind but, the ending I had wanted Camellia to have was that Yn ended up disappearing at some point and no one knows why, and Jake has been trying to reach her for like a week or two and still nothing. He'd gone to her place and every time he goes, Yn's never there and the apartment is always empty. Then he remembered that little garden house they once made filled with potted plants. He'd expected it to have dead plants everywhere, cuz he didn't think anyone would be looking after it. The flowers in the plot would still be fresh, but the floor is covered in drying, dried and withered petals. Jake would end up following the petal trail and basically find Yn's deceased body covered in fresh, drying petals.
The Queen of Choson was my first ever short series I started but never finished. It was supposed to be a proto-type or like a practice run for the JJK historical au I had story-boarded with my friend lmfao. The themes and pairings was supposed to be: wrong person, wrong time and first love (samuel seo x reader); right person, wrong time and second love (jake kim x reader); right person, right time, third and final love as well as slow burn childhood friends to lovers (johan seong x reader). The entire story was supposed to be the main character reading what YN, her ancestor, wrote during her lifetime. Something regarded as fiction in her family, but turns out to be real based on what she saw in the art museum she visited.
There's a bunch of asks in my inbox that I have forgotten was there. It contains a lot of smut requests, and occasionally angst and fluff.
I have nine story drafts that I've started, never finished and never posted. Two of them are basically character analyses I did on Jake, Eugene and Jace because I wanted to do a Lookism x Alice In Borderland cross over-- who would specialize in what, and who would be the resident face cards. There was a smut I have drafted I think was meant for Gun.
Anyways, I'll be dropping a Gun angst and Jake fluff at some point.
āHey!ā you called out, a mix of excitement and nervousness in your voice. āWhat are you doing?ā
Suguru looked up, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and curiosity. āIām trying to figure out whatās inside. This place looks like itās been abandoned forever.ā
You stepped closer, your own curiosity piqued. āDo you think itās haunted?ā
Suguru grinned, his imagination clearly running wild. āMaybe! Or maybe itās just full of old, forgotten things. Either way, I bet there are some really cool secrets in there.ā
You looked at the house, its weathered appearance now seeming a bit more inviting. āDo you want to explore it together?ā
GENRE: Alternate Universe - Modern AU;
WARNING/s: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Hurt/ Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Husband and Wife, Friendship, Husband! Suguru, Reader! Wife, Fluff, Comfort, Falling In Love, Pining, Slice of Life, Humor, Domesticity, Miscarriage, Infertility, Character Death, Depiction of Infertility, Depiction of Hospital Visit, Depiction of Illness, Depiction of Old Age, Mention of Miscarriage, Mention of Infertility, Mention of Character Death, This Is One Of My Favorites In A Long Whille, My Writing Vault Is Just Angst;
WORDS: 8.9k words.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was written a while while back and i just finished proof reading it to suit what i wanted to see. this was inspired by both queen of tears and the film up, which was just the most beautiful movie ive seen over and over. i hope you enjoy this a lot and that you'll be just as moved as me. i promise i'll be back with fluff soon enough!!! i genuinely cried at the end. anyway, i hope you love it. i love you guys!!! thank you for reading <3
A WHOLE LIFETIME WAS WAITING FOR HIM. At ten years old, Suguru Geto was a dreamer with a spark in his eyes that hinted at a life full of exploration and wonder.
It was an ordinary afternoon, the sun casting long shadows as you wandered through the neighborhood, when you stumbled upon the abandoned house. Its once-grand faƧade was now a patchwork of peeling paint and overgrown vines, and the wooden fence sagged in places, as if it were barely holding on to its secrets.
You had been intrigued by the house for weeks, often imagining what mysteries lay behind its dust-covered windows. That day, you decided to finally investigate, only to find someone already there. Suguru was crouched by the front gate, peering through the rusty bars with a look of intense concentration.
āHey!ā you called out, a mix of excitement and nervousness in your voice. āWhat are you doing?ā
Suguru looked up, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and curiosity. āIām trying to figure out whatās inside. This place looks like itās been abandoned forever.ā
You stepped closer, your own curiosity piqued. āDo you think itās haunted?ā
Suguru grinned, his imagination clearly running wild. āMaybe! Or maybe itās just full of old, forgotten things. Either way, I bet there are some really cool secrets in there.ā
You looked at the house, its weathered appearance now seeming a bit more inviting. āDo you want to explore it together?ā
Suguruās face lit up with enthusiasm. āAbsolutely! Letās make it our clubhouse. We can turn it into our secret base where we plan all our adventures.ā
The two of you both pushed open the creaky gate and made your way up the overgrown path to the front door. Inside, dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight filtering through the broken windows. The air was musty, but the promise of discovery filled you with a sense of excitement.
āThis place is amazing!ā Suguru exclaimed, running his hand along an old wooden beam. āImagine all the things we could do here, donāt you think? We could have treasure hunts, build secret compartments, and even create maps of our adventures!ā
You smiled, already swept up in the excitement. āAnd we could scrapbook all of our adventures. Iāve got a ton of stickers and colored pens at home. We could make it like a journal of our explorations!ā
Suguruās eyes lit up with delight. āThat sounds perfect. Weāll make this place the coolest clubhouse ever!ā
With the possibilities swirling in both your minds, you turned to Suguru, realizing you hadn't properly introduced yourselves yet. āOh, by the way, Iāmā¦ā¦.ā
Suguru grinned, his enthusiasm still bubbling over. āSuguru Geto. Looks like weāre gonna be partners in adventure!ā
The two of you spent hours exploring every nook and cranny of the house. Suguruās enthusiasm was contagious, pulling you deeper into the magic of the place. Every corner held a new discovery, a forgotten relic of time that sparked your imaginations. You both laughed as you uncovered old, dusty furniture, imagining all the stories it could tell.
Suguru, always the dreamer, crouched by an ancient-looking wardrobe and peered inside. āWhat if this belonged to a pirate?ā he mused, brushing away cobwebs. āMaybe they stashed their maps and treasures in here before sailing off for another adventure.ā
You chuckled, running your fingers over the faded carvings on a wooden chair. āOr maybe it was a writer, sitting here every night by candlelight, crafting tales of far-off lands.ā
Suguru stood up, eyes gleaming. āWe could be the next storytellers! We can make up stories about this placeāmaybe even start our own treasure hunt for future explorers.ā
āI love that idea!ā you grinned, already envisioning the elaborate maps and clues you could create together. āThis whole house could be our playground.ā
As you explored further, you found hidden doorways and forgotten passageways, each discovery filling you both with a sense of wonder. There was an old attic with creaky floorboards that groaned under your weight, and a cellar that held shelves of ancient, dusty jarsārelics of a time long past. Suguruās energy never faltered, and neither did yours. It was as if the house had become an extension of your shared imagination, every forgotten room a new world to explore.
At one point, Suguru turned to you, breathless from excitement. āCan you believe how much potential this place has? We could make it anything we want! A fortress, a secret hideout, a museum for all the stuff we find!ā
You nodded eagerly, already planning how youād decorate each room with artifacts from your adventures. āWeāll turn it into our own world.ā
Suguruās eyes twinkled with mischief. āWeāve gotta make sure no one else finds it, though. This is our secret spot.ā
āDeal!ā you said, sealing the pact with a grin.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the house, Suguru turned to you with a thoughtful expression. āYou know, one day weāre going to see the whole world. Just like those great explorers. This clubhouse will be our starting point.ā
You smiled, feeling a sense of deep connection with Suguru. āIād like that. I think weāll have the best adventures together.ā
YOU THINK THAT ADVENTURE WAS THE WAY TO GETO SUGURUāS HEART. When you started to get to know him, you couldnāt help but notice the way Suguruās eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement whenever the topic of exploration came up.
It was as though each conversation opened a window into his boundless curiosity, and you found yourself drawn to the light in his gaze, the way it brightened with every new idea or story he shared.Ā
Geto Suguruās fascination with the world wasnāt just a passing interestāit was a deep passion, woven into the very fabric of who he was. He could turn even the smallest details into an adventure, transforming mundane objects or places into portals to other worlds. You can tell that he was a born storyāteller. Born to know the wonders of the wider world.
Whenever he spoke of famous explorers, his voice would rise with enthusiasm, as if their courage and daring lived within him. Marco Poloās travels along the Silk Road, Amelia Earhartās fearless flight into the unknownāSuguru recounted their tales with such vivid detail, it felt as though you were right there alongside them, venturing into uncharted lands.
āHe didnāt just travel, you know what I mean?ā Suguru once said of Marco Polo, eyes alight with admiration. āThat guy managed to help open some doors to a whole new world. Can you imagine that? Being the first to set foot somewhere no one even knew existed?ā
You nodded, already swept up in the vision he painted as you kicked your feet. āItās like the whole world was waiting to be found.ā
Suguru smiled, and there was a quiet thrill in his voice. āExactly! Thatās the magic of itāeverythingās an adventure if you look at it the right way.ā
It didnāt take long before his excitement became infectious. These days, you just feel like that when you are around Suguru. Just as quickly, you could only find yourself equally captivated by the idea of exploring far-off places and uncovering their mysteries. Geto Suguru had a way of making even the ordinary seem extraordinary.Ā
He would point out things that others might pass by without a second glanceāa strange rock, an oddly shaped tree, or even the patterns in the cloudsāand turn them into puzzles waiting to be solved. His mind was always buzzing with āwhat-ifsā and āmaybesā sparking conversations that seemed to stretch on for hours as you both imagined worlds within worlds, hidden just beneath the surface of reality.
āI wonder what it would be like to be Amelia Earhart too!ā he mused once, as you both sat on a hill, gazing at the horizon. āTo fly into the unknown, chasing the horizon, not knowing whatās on the other side but going anyway.ā
āScary, but exciting, donāt you think?ā you replied, feeling a twinge of that same wanderlust Suguru seemed to carry with him at all times. āItās like youāre both lost and free at the same time.ā
Suguru nodded thoughtfully. āYeah, thatās exactly it. The unknown is terrifying, but thatās what makes it soā¦ beautiful. Thereās always something more to discover. And Iā¦I just canāt wait to find out all of it!ā
It was moments like these that deepened your bond. His wonderment was contagious, and soon you began to see the world through his eyes, where even the smallest things held the promise of adventure. Whether it was the forgotten corners of an old house or the distant lands of long-gone explorers, with Suguru, everything became part of an ongoing quest.Ā
You realized that it wasnāt just about the places you would explore, but the way he looked at the worldāwith a wide-eyed excitement that made you feel like every day held a new mystery, waiting to be uncovered. And you wanted to be there with him. Just beside him. Because to be with him, you like to think that you would find nothing but a wonder if you were there.
He had a knack for finding the magic in the mundane, and it opened your own bright eyes to the wonders around you. What once seemed ordinary now felt like it held endless possibilities, all thanks to Suguruās infectious spirit.Ā
He showed you that adventure wasnāt just something that happened in faraway placesāit could be anywhere, even in the most unexpected moments. You didnāt have to cross oceans to find excitement; sometimes, it was right in front of you, if only you knew where to look. And with Suguru, you were learning how to see it.
This weekend afternoon, as you and Suguru sat cross-legged on the floor of your clubhouse, surrounded by colorful supplies and old maps, Suguru began sharing his latest dream with you. The sunlight streamed through the dusty windows, casting a warm, golden light on the room.
āYou knowā¦..ā Suguru said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. āI read about this amazing place called the Himalayas. Itās full of towering mountains, and some of them are so high that they touch the sky. Can you imagine climbing one of those?ā
You looked up from your sketchbook, eyes wide with wonder. āThat sounds incredible! What would it be like to stand on top of one of those mountains?ā
Suguruās face broke into a smile as he imagined the scene. You like to think that he had the most beautiful smile in the world. āIt would be breathtaking. Youād feel like youāre on top of the world. And thereās this special mountain called Everestāpeople say itās like touching the edge of the heavens!ā
With a gleeful chuckle, Suguru grabbed a pencil and began sketching a mountain range in your scrapbook. āWe should definitely put this in our adventure book. Weāll draw mountains and imagine ourselves climbing them.ā
You nodded eagerly, already picturing the pages of your scrapbook filled with sketches and notes. āAbsolutely. And we can write about all the things weād see and do. Maybe weāll even draw ourselves in climbing gear, standing triumphantly at the summit!ā
As the weeks went by, the scrapbook became a canvas for your shared dreams. Each page was a tribute to the places Suguru talked about with such passion. There were intricate drawings of ocean vistas, with waves crashing against rocky shores, and sprawling cityscapes with towering skyscrapers and bustling streets.
Geto Suguruās descriptions were so vivid that you could almost hear the sounds and smell the scents of these distant lands. He just knew how to give you the wide world to you in the vibrant brighteness no one could.
As you worked on the scrapbook together, Suguruās excitement reached a new peak. āIāve been reading about this incredible city called Istanbul. Itās where East meets West, and there are markets full of colorful spices and beautiful mosaics everywhere. I think it would be amazing to see it in person.ā
You looked at the sketch Suguru had just added, depicting a bustling market scene with vibrant colors and intricate patterns. āIt looks so lively and full of culture. Iād love to experience it with you. Maybe we could even learn a few phrases in Turkish before we go.ā
Suguru nodded, clearly thrilled by the idea. āYes! And we can try all the different foods and maybe even buy some souvenirs to bring back to our clubhouse.ā
As the scrapbook filled up, it became a treasure trove of aspirations and memories. The house, once an abandoned relic, was now a haven for your dreams, where the world beyond your doorstep felt just a little bit smaller and a whole lot more reachable.
As you look at him, you couldnāt help but smile. Your scrapbook would be an adventure as long as you had him.
IT WAS EASY TO SEE THAT YOU LIKED HIM. As the years passed, as you both grew olderāthe bond between you and Suguru deepened in ways that neither of you had anticipated. Nothing has changed and yet it has.
You couldnāt even understand how you could describe it. What had begun as a playful friendship, sparked by shared adventures and dreams, evolved into a profound connection that anchored both of your lives moving forward.
The seasons changed, and so did the nature of your relationship. As the crisp air of autumn gave way to the first frost of winter, something subtle yet profound shifted between you two.
Your weekends, once filled with the solitary pursuit of sketching mountains far off in the distance or wistfully dreaming of cities you had yet to explore, began to take on a new rhythm. These quiet moments of creativity were now shared, woven into times of meaningful conversations that deepened your connection.
The clubhouse, once a refuge for your art and ideas, had evolved alongside you both. It was no longer just a place to retreat but had grown into a cozy home filled with warmth and a sense of belonging. The walls, once bare and practical, were now alive with a collage of your memoriesāscrapbook pages pinned up like trophies of the adventures youād had together.Ā
Here, in the dim light of your clubhouse-turned-home, time seemed to slow. Conversations stretched long into the evening, filled with laughter, confessions, and sometimes a comfortable silence that spoke more than words ever could.
You realized that it wasn't just about the places you wanted to visit or the mountains you hoped to climb. It was about these momentsāright here, right nowāthat had been shaping the most important journey of all: the one you were taking together.
You and Suguru sat on the porch of your clubhouse. The place had become a sanctuary for the two of you, and tonight, it felt even more so. Wrapped in thick, warm blankets, you watched the sun slowly sink below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of soft gold, pink, and lavender. The fading light bathed the world in a warm, almost magical glow, a contrast to the growing chill in the air.
But something else lingered in the quiet of that eveningāan unspoken tension. Suguru, always steady and thoughtful, had been unusually silent. You could sense that something weighed heavily on his mind. His usual animated presence, the one that balanced your own, seemed subdued.Ā
He stared out at the trees, their leaves a patchwork of fiery reds and oranges, but his thoughts were clearly somewhere else. The contemplative look on his face was deeper than the usual moments of introspection he had.
You knew him well enough to understand that silence was part of who he wasāhe often found comfort in itābut this was different. This wasnāt just quiet; it was an absence of something.
The air, cool against your skin, seemed to press in, amplifying the stillness between you. It felt as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to be said. You didnāt push him; you knew better than that.
With Suguru, patience was key. He always opened up in his own time, and when he did, it was always worth the wait. You could tell he was wrestling with something importantāsomething that couldnāt be rushed.
You glanced over at him, his face softened by the golden light of the setting sun. His expression was unreadable, yet you could sense the conflict beneath the surface.
It was as though the quiet had become a shield for him, a way to protect himself from whatever thoughts he was trying to sort out. You wondered if he even knew how to begin talking about it, or if he was still trying to make sense of it for himself.
The porch creaked as you shifted slightly in your seat, the only sound breaking the stillness. The leaves continued to fall, gently drifting to the ground, but the world around you felt frozen in that moment, waiting for Suguru to speak. Whatever was on his mind, you knew it was important, and you were ready to listen when he was ready to share.
You glanced at him, sensing that something was on his mind. āHey, Suguru.ā you said gently, āis everything okay? You seem a bitā¦ distant.ā
Suguru turned to you, his eyes reflecting the fading sunlight. āIāve been thinking a lot lately,ā he began slowly, āabout us, and about everything weāve shared.ā
You felt a flutter of nerves in your chest but kept your voice steady. āWhat about us?ā
Suguru took a deep breath, his fingers intertwined with yours. āYou know how weāve always dreamed about exploring the world together? Well, lately, Iāve been thinking that the greatest adventure of all is the one weāre already on. The one where weāre building a life together.ā
You looked at him, your heart racing as you realized what he was about to say. Suguruās face softened into a gentle smile, and he continued, āI love you. Iāve loved you for a long time. Youāve been my partner in every adventure, and I canāt imagine my life without you.ā
The world seemed to pause as you processed his words. Your feelings for Suguru had grown from admiration and friendship into a deep, abiding love. You had felt it for some time but hadnāt fully acknowledged it until this moment.
āI love you too, Suguru.ā you replied, your voice trembling with emotion. āYouāre my best friend, my confidant, and the person I want to share my life with.ā
Suguruās bright purple eyes sparkled with happiness, and he reached out to hold you close. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, and you felt a profound sense of belonging. From that evening onward, your relationship transformed.Ā
You both began to plan not just for the next adventure but for a future together. You talked about dreams of traveling the world, but also about building a home, starting a family, and creating a life rich with shared experiences.Ā
The future you envisioned was no longer just about distant places or grand plans; it was about the everyday moments and the life you would build side by side. You found joy in the small thingsāquiet dinners, laughter over shared memories, and the simple pleasure of being together. And for each of those moments, you would both be together. For every last one.
And from that moment, everything felt like a flash, a blur of time passing with both rapidity and grace. Years slipped through your fingers like sand, but each one seemed to deepen the bond you and Suguru shared.Ā
You both arrived at the house, this time not as wide-eyed dreamers, but as people ready to take action. You were equipped with the resources, knowledge, and expertise that had been hard-earned over the years. What once seemed impossible now felt within reach.
The house had transformed, much like the relationship you shared. The wild, overgrown vines that had once snaked across its facade had been cut away, revealing the clean lines of the structure underneath.
The sagging fence, which had leaned precariously for years, had been replaced by a sturdy, welcoming one. Even the gateāthe one that had creaked and stuck when you were kidsānow swung open smoothly, inviting you in with a sense of ease and possibility.Ā
Standing there together, gazing at the house, the nostalgia hit you both in waves. You could still remember the first time you stumbled upon it, back when the future felt like a distant, far-off dream. But now, it wasnāt distant anymore. It was here, within your grasp.
The silence between you was comfortable, filled with anticipation and a shared understanding. You both knew this wasnāt just about restoring an old house. It was about building something togetherāsomething that was uniquely yours.
This house, with all its history and imperfections, was about to become the home you had always envisioned. It wasnāt just a physical space. It was a reflection of everything you had been through, everything you had grown into, and everything you had yet to become.
As you exchanged a glance with Suguru, you didnāt need words to know what he was thinking. The years had brought change, but they had also brought clarity. Together, you had always been building somethingāfirst with your dreams, then with your actions. And now, you were ready to take that final step, to make this place your home.
āLook at it, baby!ā Suguru exclaimed, his voice filled with awe as he gazed at the house. His eyes sparkled with the kind of excitement and pride you hadn't seen in a while. āItās incredible to see how far weāve come. I remember the first time we explored this place, imagining what it could become.ā
You nodded, your heart swelling with emotion as you took in the sight before you. āItās amazing. It feels like weāre finally turning our dreams into reality.ā
The house had been a vision for so longāan idea you had held onto through thick and thin. Now, as you stood in front of the freshly painted exterior, with the sun glinting off the windows and the scent of fresh grass in the air, it was hard to believe that this place had once been nothing more than an abandoned shell. But it was no longer just an idea or a distant goal. It was real, solid, and yours.
Suguru picked up a paint roller, dipped it into the bucket of soft, pastel blue paint you had both agreed on, and turned toward the wall with a grin. āThis is the fun part, donāt you think?ā he said, rolling a stripe of color onto the previously bare wood. āItās like coloring outside the lines, but now we get to make the lines too.ā
You laughed and grabbed your own roller, eager to join in. āDonāt get too ahead of yourself, mister. This is a team effort.ā
Soon, the two of you were painting side by side, your laughter filling the crisp air as you carefully applied the vibrant colors to your home. The soft hum of birds chirping in the distance and the gentle rustling of leaves set the perfect backdrop for your playful banter. Every brushstroke felt like a step closer to bringing your shared vision to life.
At one point, Suguru turned toward you, his roller dripping with paint, and a mischievous gleam in his eyes. āYou know whatās missing here?ā he asked, his voice playful.
You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be suspicious. āWhat?ā
āAn artist's touch!ā Before you could react, Suguru flicked his roller in your direction, sending a spray of pastel blue paint across your shirt.
Your eyes widened in mock horror as you looked down at the splatters of paint now decorating your clothes. āSuguru!ā you exclaimed, half-laughing, half-gasping. āYouāre in so much trouble!ā
Without hesitation, you dipped your roller into the paint and aimed it squarely at him, sending a cascade of blue across his chest. Suguru's bright purple eyes went wide in surprise, then he broke into a wide grin.
āOh, itās on now,ā he said, stepping toward you with his paintbrush raised like a sword. What started as an innocent painting session quickly turned into a playful paint war, the walls momentarily forgotten as you splattered each other with streaks of pastel blue.Ā
You squealed as he rushed off with a dash and followed you. His laughter was just as much the best part of the progress you think. It was like the music that was missing in your life. And it never stopped that afternoon and you were content.
The soft spring breeze carried your laughter, and for a few moments, the rest of the world faded away. It was just you and Suguru, in the moment, covered in paint and joy.
At some point, you collapsed onto the grass together, breathless from laughter and covered in splashes of color. The house loomed behind you, its newly painted walls gleaming in the sunlight, but all you could focus on was the way Suguru looked at you, his face smeared with paint, his eyes filled with warmth and happiness.
He reached over and gently wiped a smudge of blue from your cheek, his touch tender. āLook at us, baby.ā he said softly, his voice a mix of awe and affection. āWeāre a mess, but thisāeverything weāve built togetherāitās beautiful.ā
You smiled, leaning into his touch. āYeah babe.ā you agreed, your heart full. āIt really is.ā
Just like that, this once old abandoned soul was starting to come back to life before your eyes. It reminded you of all those dreams you had shared with Suguru for so many years. And in that moment, as you sat in the grass with your husbandācovered in paint, laughter, and loveāyou realized that this, right here, was the real dream coming true.
That cool summer night as you both sat together on the porch of your newly renovated home, watching the sunset paint the sky with shades of pink and orange, Suguru turned to you with a contented smile. You had never seen him this happy in your entire lives together. And it suited him. More than you think heād understand.Ā
āI never imagined this day would come, but here we are. Our adventures didnāt just remain on paper anymore, baby. They became a reality now.ā
You leaned against him, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. āItās incredible. Weāve seen so much of the world, and now we have this beautiful home thatās a reflection of our journey.ā
With your home now complete, you and Suguru embarked on a new chapter of your life.
LIFE EVEN IN ITS MOST MUNDANE WAS EVERYTHING. As the years went by, your and Suguruās paths continued to align in the most fulfilling ways. Suguru, inspired by his love for learning and his experiences, decided to become a teacher, just like you.
Both of you found immense satisfaction in shaping young minds and sharing your passion for knowledge. Your combined efforts in education became a cornerstone of your lives, and it was a field where your love for exploration and discovery seamlessly translated into inspiring others.
Your old friends, who had once joined you in those early childhood adventures, also found their way into the field of education. Together, you formed a tight-knit community of educators, all driven by a shared passion for helping students explore their potential. The clubhouse, once the backdrop for your childhood dreams, had become a symbol of your commitment to fostering curiosity and creativity in the next generation.
Even your nights you spent in your home were often filled with lively discussions about teaching methods, innovative ideas for the classroom, and the exciting possibilities of new educational tools.
Your love of exploration, once confined to distant lands, now found a new outlet in the classroom. You and Suguru worked together on projects that encouraged students to think critically and explore the world around them, just as you had done as children.
Suguru, with a nostalgic smile, traced his fingers over a particularly cherished page. āRemember this, baby?ā he said, pointing to a sketch of the Himalayas. āWe were so excited about climbing those mountains. And now, look at usāliving our dreams and sharing them with others.ā
You leaned against him, feeling a deep sense of contentment. āI do remember. And Iām so grateful for everything weāve experienced together. This scrapbook is a reminder of how far weāve come and all the dreams weāve made real.ā
As you both looked through the pages, you realized that the scrapbook was more than just a record of your adventuresāit was a reflection of your journey as a couple. It symbolized not only the places you had been and the things you had done but also the love and partnership that had grown alongside them. Everything was perfect. Nothing could be better.
Your careers were flourishing, and life with Geto Suguru was a tapestry of shared happiness. The bond between you had only deepened over time, each day bringing a new layer of intimacy and understanding.Ā
It was as though your relationship had found a perfect equilibrium, a serene joy that seemed like it could stretch on indefinitely. Your home was filled with the warmth of laughter, the comfort of companionship, and the contentment of having achieved many of your dreams. But still, you felt like something was missing. And your husband knew it too.
Suguru, with his usual thoughtful demeanor, was the first to broach the topic. āYou know, babyā¦.ā he began, his voice gentle but carrying an undercurrent of contemplation. āWe've built something incredible together. Our careers, our lovely homeā¦ Everything feels right. But have you ever thought about what might come next?ā
You turned to face him, curiosity piqued. āWhat do you mean?ā you asked, sensing that there was something more beneath his words.
Suguru hesitated for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. āWell, weāve talked about our future in many ways, but lately, Iāve been thinking about children. Aboutā¦..about what it might be like to have a family of our own.ā
Your husbandās tender words hung in the air, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. The idea had surfaced in fleeting thoughts and half-formed conversations, but hearing it out loud made it feel more real, more tangible.
You considered his words carefully. The thought of children had always been a distant possibility, a dream tucked away among other aspirations. But now, in the warmth of the evening and the comfort of your home, it feels different. It was no longer just an abstract idea; it was something you were both ready to explore.
āIāve thought about it too, babe.ā you admitted, your voice soft but filled with emotion. āItās strange how this feeling crept up on us. I suppose we always knew that our life together would be about more than just us, that there would be something else to share our love and our world with.ā
Suguru reached out and took your hand, his touch reassuring and full of promise. āI think it could be a beautiful next step for us, you know? I know it wonāt be easy, and there will be challenges, but I canāt help but feel that itās the right time.ā
You squeezed his hand, feeling a sense of warmth and excitement building within you. āI agree. It feels like weāre ready to open up to this new chapter. I canāt imagine doing it with anyone else but you.ā
And that settled your desires to begin unfolding. You both wanted it ā to have a family together, to raise a child that would be a reflection of your love. The excitement was palpable, filling the days with a hopeful kind of anticipation. You tried, again and again, but it wasnāt long before the first signs appeared, subtle at first. A growing worry gnawed at you, but you pushed it aside, willing everything to be okay.
Then came the miscarriage.
The room was heavy with silence, the kind that feels suffocating and oppressive. Your eyes were red from the tears you had shed, each one a testament to the depth of your loss. The sterile whiteness of the doctor's office seemed to mock the vibrant dreams you had once held.
The doctorās words were like a sharp blade cutting through the haze of hope you had been clinging to. āYou wonāt be able to have children, Mrs. Geto. I am so sorry.ā he said softly, his voice compassionate but firm.Ā
The words hung in the air, each syllable a painful puncture to the fragile balloon of hope that had floated between you and Suguru. At that moment, the world seemed to fall apart.
The colors of the room blurred together, the sounds of the doctorās voice faded into a distant hum, and the only thing that remained was the crushing weight of the news. It was as if the very foundation of your dreams had shattered, leaving behind a void that seemed too vast to fill.
The future you had imaginedāof shared late-night feedings, tiny feet pattering around the house, the joy of watching a child growāwas now nothing more than a distant, unreachable fantasy. The dream you and Suguru had so carefully built together crumbled, leaving behind an aching emptiness that felt like a gaping hole in your heart.
You looked at Suguru, and in his eyes, you saw the same devastation mirrored back at you. The strength and support that had always been a cornerstone of your relationship now felt fragile, as if the very fabric of your shared hopes had been torn apart. His hand reached for yours, trembling slightly, and you could feel the shared grief pulsing between you.
As you and Suguru drove home, the silence in the car was almost unbearable. The world outside seemed muted, as if the colors and sounds had been drained away. The roads stretched out in front of you, but they felt meaningless, like they led nowhere important. The weight of the news settled heavily on your shoulders, and neither of you knew how to break the quiet.
For days, you were unapproachable, lost in a fog of devastation. The loss felt like a gaping chasm that nothing could fill. Conversations became infrequent and strained, and even the comfort of routine seemed distant and hollow. Suguru was there, his presence a constant but silent support, and though he tried to offer solace, the words and gestures seemed inadequate against the depth of your shared grief.
The stillness in the house felt almost oppressive. You found yourself sitting alone in the backyard, the garden now a quiet reflection of your internal turmoil. The familiar sight of your favorite flowers and the gentle rustling of leaves seemed to offer no solace. You sat there, wrapped in a blanket of melancholy, trying to make sense of the void that had settled in your life.
Suguru came out and joined you, quietly taking a seat beside you on the patio. He took a deep breath, the kind that seemed to carry the weight of the world. For a moment, he just sat there, gathering his thoughts, his presence a steady anchor amidst the storm of emotions.
āYou know, babyā¦..ā he began softly, his voice breaking the heavy silence, āitās okay to feel like this. Itās okay to not have all the answers or to be okay right away.ā
His words were simple but carried a depth of understanding that only someone who truly cared could offer. You turned to look at him, seeing the pain and determination in his eyes.
āI donāt know how to move past this.ā you admitted, your voice cracking with emotion.
āI know.ā He whispers to you with tenderness. Tenderness you will never truly deserve. āBut you know, babyā¦..Weāll always be together.ā
āI know that.ā you retorted, your voice tight and strained as you tried to contain the wave of emotion threatening to break free. āBut I justā¦ I wish I could have given you a child, you know?Ā A child thatās a mix of you and me. I justā¦ā
Your words trailed off, leaving a raw vulnerability exposed. The weight of your regrets hung heavily in the air, mingling with the sorrow that had become a constant companion. Suguruās eyes, usually so full of life and energy, now reflected a deep, pained empathy.Ā
His purple orbs roamed over your face, taking in the sight of you so broken and anguished. The sight of you in such distress was almost too much for him to bear. His own heart ached at the realization that there was little he could do to ease your pain.
āDoes our lifetime of love need to leave evidence?ā Suguru asked softly, his voice tender yet resolute. āDoesā¦..does it need more than what there is?ā
His question wasnāt just a consolation; it was a reflection of his deep belief in the essence of your relationship. You turned to him, the tears welling in your eyes now spilling over, blurring your vision. The raw honesty in his words cut through the fog of your grief, reaching the core of your heart.
āWe have each other now, baby.ā Suguru continued, his voice steady and filled with conviction. āAnd we love each other. Thatās all that matters.ā
His words were simple but powerful, a balm to the wound that had seemed insurmountable. His words broke something inside of you, not in a painful way, but in a way that let all the pent-up sorrow flow out.Ā
You sobbed, burying your face in your hands, and Suguru wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you cried. He didnāt say anything moreāhe didnāt need to. In his embrace, in the warmth of his presence, you found the reassurance you didnāt know you needed.
You cried for the loss, for the future you had dreamed of, but you also cried for the love you still had. Suguru was right. You had each other, and in that love, you found strength. Thatās all that truly mattered.
Geto Suguru held you close as your tears flowed, his hands gently rubbing your back, whispering words of comfort that barely reached your ears. But his presence, steady and unwavering, spoke louder than any words could.Ā
In his arms, you found a fragile sense of peace, a reminder that even in this moment of heartbreak, you werenāt alone. His touch was familiar, grounding, and you turned to look at him. There was a tenderness in his eyes, a deep understanding that made your heart ache in the best way. He smiled at you.
āI know this isnāt what we imagined.ā he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. āBut Iāve been thinkingā¦ Maybe itās okay if our love doesnāt leave a legacy in the way we thought. Maybe our love can just beā¦ us.ā
You felt a lump form in your throat, the weight of his words settling into your heart. Suguru had always been your anchor, the person who knew how to pull you back when the world felt too overwhelming. In that moment, you realized that maybe he was right.Ā
Maybe your love didnāt need to be measured by the future you had imagined, by the children you thought you would have. Maybe it was enough to have each other, to share this life together, and to hold onto the love that had always been there. Maybe this was all there has to be. Maybeā¦.this was enough.
Tears filled your eyes again, but this time they werenāt filled with sorrow. You squeezed Suguruās hand, leaning into his warmth. āI love you.ā you whispered, your voice cracking with emotion. āI love you so much.ā
He pulled you into his arms once more, his lips brushing against your temple. āI love you too. Always.ā
In that quiet moment, you realized that while the future you had once dreamed of was no longer possible, there was still a future waiting for you. A future where it was just the two of you, building a life together, creating memories that were uniquely yours. And as long as you had Suguru by your side, that was enough.
YOU LIKE TO THINK THAT YOUR HUSBANDāS DREAMS WERE BEAUTIFUL. Even after everything, your husband Suguru had always been a dreamer. He never gave up even after the rollercoaster life had dealt you. Everything you both went throughāthe heartache, the healingāhe found a new dream. It was no longer about building a family or leaving a legacy.Ā
His new dream was much simpler, yet so much more meaningful: seeing the world with you. He wanted to explore every corner of the earth by your side, to share in the beauty of new experiences together, and to make memories that would last a lifetime.
There was one place, in particular, that you had always talked aboutāGrindelwald. The snow-covered mountains, the crisp winter air, the breathtaking views from atop the peaks.
It was a dream you had held close for as long as Suguru could remember, and now, it had become his dream too. He wanted nothing more than to take you there, to hike those snow-dusted trails and see the world unfold beneath you, together.
The two of you started saving for the trip, setting aside small amounts whenever you could. It wasnāt much, but it was enough to keep the dream alive. But life, as it often does, had other plans.
Each time you neared your goal, something else would come upāunexpected expenses, repairs, emergencies. And each time, you had to dip into your savings, pushing the dream further and further away.
The years passed, and the dream remained just thatāa dream. Life after all was always busy, life had always had other plans. But you were just happy, being with him. Being together was more than enough.
Yet, Geto Suguru never gave up. He never forgot the way your eyes lit up whenever you talked about seeing pictures of Grindelwald, and he was determined to make it happen one day, no matter how long it took.
Then, one quiet evening, many years later, your husband Suguru sat across from you, his once dark hair now streaked with bright vibrant silver. His hands were still steady, but time had softened their strength. He looked at you with the same love he always had, and there was something different in his eyesāsomething hopeful, something excited.
āI have a surprise for you, baby.ā he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out two plane tickets, holding them out for you to see.
Your heart skipped a beat as you read the destination: Switzerland.
āWeāre going, finally!ā he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. āWeāre finally going to see Grindelwald.ā
Tears welled up in your eyes, a cascade of emotions threatening to spill over, but before you could voice a response, an unfamiliar, sharp ache deep within your body made you pause. It was a discomfort that had been gnawing at you for some time, a persistent shadow that you had tried to ignore.Ā
At first, you dismissed it as stress or perhaps a lingering side effect of the emotional turmoil you had been through. But as the days turned into weeks, the ache intensified, becoming an unwelcome companion in your life.
You tried to push through it, attributing it to the residual strain of the recent loss and the emotional weight you were carrying. Yet, the pain was relentless, and it wasnāt long before you knew you could no longer ignore it. After several visits to various doctors, numerous tests, and consultations that felt endless, the diagnosis finally came: cancer.
The words hit you like a physical blow, the gravity of the diagnosis sinking into your bones. Cancer. It was a term that seemed to hang in the air, heavy with implications and uncertainty. The doctorsā explanations, though thorough and compassionate, felt distant and detached, as if they were speaking a language you couldnāt quite grasp.
The news was like a seismic shift in your world. It felt as though everything you had been trying to hold together was unraveling. The tears that had been welling up before were now flowing freely, mingling with the shock and fear that gripped you. You tried to process it all, but the weight of the diagnosis was overwhelming. It was as if the universe had decided to compound your grief with a new and daunting challenge.
You found yourself grappling with the implications of the diagnosis, trying to come to terms with the reality of what lay ahead. The future that had once seemed so full of potential and hope was now clouded by uncertainty. The plans and dreams you had cherished were overshadowed by the looming shadow of illness.
Suguru was there, his presence a steady anchor amidst the chaos. His own emotions were a mix of concern and determination, but he tried to remain strong for you. In the quiet moments, as you both grappled with the weight of the diagnosis, he held you close, offering a solace that words couldnāt fully convey.
Everything about it was a crushing blow. But Suguru held firm and so did you. You wanted to fight it. After all that time, your dreams together were about to come true. You didnāt want to give up just yet. You wanted to live on. You wanted to go. You wanted to have more time. With him.Ā
But life wasnāt always as one wants it to be. You were admitted to the hospital soon after, the trip to Switzerland slipping away, replaced by sterile rooms and treatment plans. Geto Suguru was devastated. He had waited so long, saved so carefully, and now, just when it seemed possible, this had happened.
But as you lay in the hospital bed, weakened but still filled with love for the man sitting beside you, you knew there was something more important than the trip, more important than the dream that never came to be.
You called him over, and with trembling hands, you handed him the scrapbook you had kept over the yearsāthe one filled with all the adventures youād already shared, the places you had seen together, the memories you had created.
āYouāve always been my greatest adventure, you know?ā you said softly, your voice a little hoarse. āWe may never get to see Grindelwald together, but that doesnāt mean the dream has to end.ā
Your husband Suguru looked at you, his eyes filled with tears, unable to speak.Ā
āI want you to keep making memories, Suguru. I want you to keep having adventures. Take the tickets, go see the worldā¦ live for both of us. Because as long as youāre alive, as long as youāre making memories, there will always be evidence that I live on too.ā
Suguruās hand tightened around yours, his tears finally falling. He shook his head, unable to imagine a world without you, without your shared dream. But you smiled, reaching up to touch his cheek.
āYouāve always been the dreamer, Suguru.ā you whispered. āDonāt let that part of you die. Keep dreaming, keep living for me, for us. Our loveā¦ itās more than just a place or a moment. Itās a lifetime of memories. And as long as youāre out there, making new ones, Iāll be with you.ā
Suguru nodded, his heart breaking but understanding what you meant. You had always been his greatest love, and now, even in this painful moment, you were still giving him the strength to carry on.
As he sat by your side, holding your hand tightly, Suguru made a silent promiseāto keep your love alive, to honor the life you had shared, and to one day, perhaps, stand atop those snow-covered mountains of Grindelwald, knowing that you were with him in every step, in every breath, in every memory he made.
HE WASNāT GETTING ANY YOUNGER. But he still had a promise to fulfill to you. Geto Suguru stood at the base of the trail, staring up at the towering Alps, their snow-covered peaks gleaming under the summer sun.
The path before him was steep, challenging, but it was the journey he had promised to makeāfor you, for both of you. He reached up to touch the small locket that hung around his neck, a picture of you carefully tucked inside. Your smile was his anchor, even now, long after you were gone.
The climb was grueling, especially for someone his age. His knees ached, his breath came in short, shallow gasps, but he pressed on. The crisp mountain air filled his lungs, reminding him of the dream you had shared for so many yearsāto see Grindelwald together, to hike these mountains and stand at the top of the world.
As he ascended, memories of you filled his mind. He could still hear your laughter, feel the warmth of your hand in his, see the way your eyes lit up whenever you talked about this place.
It had been your dream, but over time, it had become his as well. Even after all those years of saving, when life had repeatedly forced you to spend the money on more pressing needs, the dream had never faded.
Now, finally, he was here. But he was alone.
Each step was harder than the last. The trail wound higher and higher, becoming more treacherous, but Suguru refused to stop. He clutched the locket, his fingers brushing over the metal as if your presence was embedded within it.
āI promised you,ā he whispered to the open air, as though you were walking beside him. āI promised weād see this together.ā
It took hours, his body protesting with every movement, but at last, Suguru reached the summit. The world spread out before him, vast and beautiful, with the jagged peaks of the Alps stretching into the distance. The view was breathtakingājust as you had always said it would be.
He stood there, chest heaving, staring out at the endless sky. Tears welled in his eyes, not from exhaustion, but from the sheer weight of the moment. He opened the locket and gazed at your face, your smiling eyes staring back at him. You should have been here with him. You should have seen this with your own eyes.
āThis is for you, baby.ā he murmured, his voice cracking as tears spilled down his cheeks. āWe made it, love. Weāre finally here.ā
Suguru stood there for what felt like an eternity, just holding the locket and letting the wind carry his words. The silence of the mountains felt sacred, and for a moment, he could almost feel your presence beside him, hear your voice on the breeze.
After a long while, he reached into his coat and pulled out a small, framed photographāthe two of you, from years ago, standing side by side, laughing as the sun set behind you. It was a moment of joy, of love, captured forever. He knelt down carefully and placed the frame on a small, flat rock at the very peak of the mountain. The picture stood there, delicate but steadfast, a testament to the love you had shared.
Suguru stood back, his gaze soft as he looked at the photo. He ran a trembling hand through his silvered hair, then placed his hands together, pressing the locket to his chest. āWe donāt need evidence for our love, you know that, baby?ā he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. āBut I wantā¦ I want everyone to know that there was love somewhere.ā
His eyes glistened with unshed tears, and a bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
āAnd it will be here. Always.ā
The wind picked up, rustling the leaves and the grass around him, as if the earth itself acknowledged his words. Suguru stood there, the weight of his age and grief heavy on his shoulders, but in his heart, there was a quiet peace. This was your place now, your memory, your love, etched into the mountains for all time.
As the sun began to dip lower on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the Alps, geto Suguru turned and began his descent. With each step, he carried the knowledge that your love was eternal, not bound by the constraints of time or place. It lived onāin the memories, in the moments, and now, on the very peak of the world.
Summary: Silent at-home date night with Suguru as the two of you dance to the song playing in the background.
Content: FLUFF ā„ļø
Song: "Say" by Keshi
The melody of the song softly playing from the bluetooth speaker fills the room. The warm glow of the lamp illuminates the areas that the light coming from the tv cannot reach. The tv screen shows a movie ready to play for its audiences.
The look you're giving me gives you away
You finally found the high that you've been chasing
Suguru lays on the living room couch, reading as he waits for you to finish doing your routine. Tonight is one of your at-home date nights. Nights when neither of you wants to go out and prefer enjoying each otherās company in the absence of everyone and everything else.
Only one more choice you got to make
I need you to tell me 'cause I
Suguru marked the page where he left off before getting up, and as soon as he turns around, he sees you coming out of the hallway. Your face catches the light coming from the lamp making your skin glow.
Can't read your mind
All I need is a sign
āI was going to come and get you.ā Suguru tells you with the soft voice he always carries when he speaks to you. He takes a couple of steps towards you as he puts his book down.
Say the word
I know what you're thinking, but just say it first
āYour favourite song is playing.ā Suguru holds out his hand as you walk towards him.
āYeahā You smile at him as you take the hand he is holding out to you.
Been waiting all this time for you to take your turn
In my arms for a second
Suguru gently tightens his grip on your hand as he pulls you closer towards him. Setting his free hand on your waist as he gently swayed the both of you to the beat of the song. He spins you out, and the both of you smiled at each other before he spins you back towards him. His hands gently laid on your hips, but the way they guided you was firm.
Baby, say the word, and I'll be yours
So close to your body, can you feel it?
āCome and spend the night with someone new,ā Suguru sings along to the lyrics of the song. His smile grows wider as his gentle eyes connect with yours.
āTalking with your hands, but do you mean it?ā Your own smile grows as you sing the next line of the songā feeling Suguru's hands feather up and down your waist.
Baby, all you gotta do is
āSay the wordā The both of you sing in unison as he softly places his forehead on yours. As a response, you tilted your head up to put your faces even closer to each other. Both of your eyes are closed, basking in each otherās presence as the both of you continue swaying to the rest of the song.
An: this came to me while folding laundry. Also, no one can tell me Suguru ain't a Keshi type of ABB.
Damn Samuel simps are thirsty huh (same but I wanna dom him so slightly different from the ones that want him to step on them) BUT I am here to ask for hcs or something where Johan falls for a girl that makes him hot meals. He needs the nutrients. Straight up one of the dudes that will fall for you if you feed him. One of the prime examples of "best way to a man's heart is his stomach".
Seaweed Soup and Curry
Pairing: Johan Seong x Reader
an: omg anon, your request has been in my ask box for so long! I kept you waiting for a long time lmao. I hope you enjoy this one! Also, I have not proof-read this
During a specific time of night, you always notice guy with brown hair looking through the small make shift window of the tarpaulin tent that houses your family's snack bar. Dressed in all black, his tall figure, blends in with the dim lighting outside the snack bar. You don't know how long you've been staring at him, but it seems like he noticed you staring at him before you can realize what you're doing. You tried calling out to him, but he walked away before you even got the chance to. For the following nights to come, this is how your meeting with him would take place.
Friday night comes, and you made sure to hide behind the tarpaulin snack bar waiting for the time when he usually comes around-- 10pm. You waited for a couple of minutes to pass before coming around, and sure enough, there he is standing in-front of the snack bar, a white dog sitting next to him. The dog noticed you, and gave a small bark towards your direction causing him to look towards you.
"Hey, I noticed you're always here during this time looking through. Aren't you going to go in? You're always lurking out here like weirdo." You raised your brow as you study his face in the dim lighting. You aren't going to lie, this guy looks quite attractive. The yellow lights of the street lights bounces off his brown hair making seem like he has a halo on his head. An angel on earth perhaps?
"How long have you been there?" His question snapped you out of the trance you were about to enter when admiring his face.
"Not long, I was hoping to catch you actually."
"And I'm the weirdo?"
"Hey! Any one in their right mind would wonder why some guy keeps staring, but never buy anything! Much less enter!"
"It's called window shopping, dumbass." His rebuttal got you confused. Who even window shops food? But before you can get the words out of your mouth, he had already walked away with his dog on his tail. You're not sure why, but you hoped that he would come again tomorrow night.
When the next night came, you waited for him outside in-front of the snack bar unlike last time, and sure enough, he came again at the same time. He paused in his tracks when he noticed you standing outside the snack bar with your hands inside your apron pocket.
Upon noticing his arrival you told him, "Follow me inside." You grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the snack bar. There were three tables inside and a few folding chairs around the tables. You pulled him directly towards an empty table made him sit. "We have rice and curry, fried chicken, tteokbokki and seaweed soup. What do you want to eat?"
"I'm not hungry." He said pointedly, looking you straight in the eyes with his dark pretty eyes. As he said this, his stomach growled loud enough to catch the attention of his dog.
"Just tell me what you want. My grandma figures that you're probably 'window shopping' outside because you're hungry." You said as you pointed towards your grandma sitting behind the counter. "Just tell me what you want before I change my mind."
"I don't want your charity." He said as he glimpsed at the food.
"Look here, uhhh..."
"Johan" Johan was unsure why he told you his name, but when he gave it out anyways. It was quite unusual for him. Often times, he would just stay quite and leave the other person hanging.
"Look here, Johan. Do I look like I got room to be charitable. I'm not doing this to be charitable. My grandma would probably kill me if I let you starve any further."
Johan smirked and said, "I wouldn't mind seeing that."
"Forget it, I'll just choose for you." You walked behind the counter where the small make shift kitchen is. Using the ingredients the prepped ingredients, you made a quick and easy curry and served it to him on top of hot white rice. "Here, don't worry about paying for it, and if you feel like you should pay, you can pay me by helping my grandma grocery shop."
"Thanks, but shouldn't you be helping your grandma though?" Johan asked as politely as he could.
"Well yeah, but I'm in school during the day, so I can't help grandma."
Johan nods as he silently ate the food that was served to him. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Soon enough it's been a year ever since Johan started helping out your grandma. Sometimes, he'd even help out setting up the stall or cleaning up at the end of the night. Ever since then you and Johan have gotten closer. You'd have banters all the time so much so, that some customers have said that the two of you banter like an old married couple. You would simply brush off the comment and say, "as if I'd marry him." The redness of your entire face kind of give away how flustered you are because of the comment.
Today is the weekend, and as you were setting up there was a guy wearing a tracksuit that came up to you handing you a package meant for Johan. A few hours later, Johan came with your grandma with the prepped ingredients for tonight's menu.
"Hey Johan, this came for you earlier. Some guy named Zack dropped it off earlier for you." You informed Johan as you handed him a neatly wrapped gift. "He said, 'Happy Birthday and come home.'"
Johan grabbed the gift from you and thanked you. Before he can go on about his day you asked, "How come you never said today is your birthday?"
"Why? Were you planning on getting me a gift?" He asked in a teasing voice.
"No, you ass." You rolled your eyes and get to cooking. Not long after, you came back to him with a small steaming hot pot filled with seaweed soup. Johan looked up at you in surprise as you set the soup down on the table in-front of him.
"It's seaweed soup. You probably haven't had some in a while ever since you left home, so I thought I'd make you some. Happy Birthday Johan." Johan felt a comforting warmth envelope him as he watches the small and gentle smile on your face. The smile may have been small, but it's the kind of smile that reaches your eyes-- making them shine despite the terrible lighting in the snack bar. Out of all the food you've made for him, curry is his favourite as well as the seaweed soup you've made for him on his birthday.
Summary: Late night cuddles with Jake while watching "Bloodhounds". He gives you a boop on the nose before going to bed.
Pairing: Jake Kim x Reader
Content: Fluff
You were watching the last episode of "Bloodhounds" on Netflix as a way to relax before going to sleep. Jake walked into the living room and leaned on the wall silently admiring your form in the dim lighting that the tv screen provide.
"You're watching 'Bloodhounds' again?" Jake asked announcing his presence. His voice warm and gentle laced with amusement.
Turning your attention from the tv, you gave Jake a smile and patted the seat next to you. A silent invitation that he gladly took. Sitting next to you, Jake opened his arms for you to settle into. You hugged his side as you nuzzled your face into his neck enjoying his warmth while his arm wrapped around you comfortably.
After watching the final episode both you and Jake got up from the couch and got ready for bed together. He was brushing his teeth as you were finishing your skin care routine. As soon as Jake was done brushing his teeth, he lets you apply skin care on his face upon your insistence of pampering him. At the end of it, you gave Jake a peck on his lips-- a small satisfied smiles on both of your faces.
"Boop!" Jake taps your nose with his pointer finger, catching you off-guard.
"What was that?" The sound of your giggles bounces of the bathroom walls as Jake stares at you lovingly. He swears your eyes hold all of the stars in the universe in them.
"I always see you do it to Jerry when he does well whenever you tutor him. I thought it was cute and wanted to give you one." Jake smiles at you. That same smile that somehow always knocks the breath out of your lungs.
You gently cupped Jake's cheeks bringing his face closer to yours as you give his nose a kiss. "Boop!"
an: This idea popped into my head when I saw that boop metre thing lol. also been so obsessed with Bloundhounds... again lol abt to go and rewatch it again lmao.
Pairings: Actor! Sukuna x Singer! Reader; Actor/Model and Husband! Geto Suguru x Designer Wife! Reader
An: I was supposed have Gojo here too, but I haven't decided what Yn's professional career would be. I have his and Nanami's written later if an idea pops in my head.
Content: Mostly fluff, cheating allegations, reader is fem
Actor! Sukuna x Singer! Reader
[Metrobizz: Long time couple Ryomen Sukuna and Y/n have been completely silent. Though it is nothing new for the couple to be away from the public eye when it comes to their relationship, these days and for the future days to come, it seems that the two are reaching the end of their relationship.
About a year and a half ago, Sukuna was spotted with his co-star Yurozu who allegedly have romantic feelings for the male actor. An inside source shared, āYurozu actively pursues Sukuna despite his constant rejection.ā Though it seems that Yurozu may have succeeded in turning his head away from his long time girlfriend, Yn as he and Yurozu were spotted alone together having a day-out together looking cozy.
Neither Sukuna, Yn or Yurozu have made a statement a year and a half ago regarding the situation and have remained silent since then. However, Sukuna and Yn are being spotted less and less from then till now. These days, youād rarely see them together out in public. Some fans speculate that the couple have broken up in private and never told the public.]
You scrolled through your phone reading the latest article Metrobizz posted bringing up an event that took place about a year and a half ago. At the beginning of the article shows a picture of Sukuna standing in front of Yurozu who is looking up at him with a soft smile on her face. Sukuna stands turned to the side a couple of steps away from her, drinking a can of something with his free hand inside his pocket.
You hear your four month old son made a tiny noise as though he too is displeased with the article. You put your phone down and admired him sleeping in your arms as he let out a yawn and his nose crunched up. You feel someoneās presence come up beside you and asked, āMetrobizz brought that up again?ā Who obviously peered at your screen.
āYeah. They always do that when they have nothing else to talk about.ā You laughed at the ridiculousness of the article.
āā...his long time girlfriend.ā They think youāre only my long term girlfriend then and now. Weāve been married for four years and have a four month old sonā keep up Metrobizz.ā Sukuna audibly comments from beside you as he puts the plate of food heās been holding on the coffee table in front of you. The both of you looked at each other and tried to hold in your laughs that came out as fits of giggles trying not to disturb your sleeping son.
Actor/model and husband! Geto Suguru x Designer wife! Reader
You were sitting in front of your vanity inside the walk-in closet you share with Suguru. Youāre checking your outfit and make up in front of the giant full body mirror making sure that everything is perfect before leaving for the event that youāre attending with your husband.
āHey hun, did you see that new article? Metrobizz is all over on peopleās business again.ā Suguru asked as he walked in. There is an amusement that accompanies his voice, and you don't have to turn around to know that he has a smile on his face.
āWhy? Whatās it about?ā You asked him with a gentle voice as you turned around to face him.
āYou look gorgeous sweetheart.ā Suguru compliments you as he walks closer to embrace you. He gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek as you gently cupped the side of his face.
āThank you. You look dashing.ā You compliment him back and give him a peck on his lips. āSo whatās the article that you find so funny?ā
āHere, read it.ā Suguru says as he hands you his phone.
[Metrobizz: The multi-millionaire designer Yn has been spotted exiting a club holding hands with an unknown man. Photos given by the source shows the two of them being way too handsy with each other as they dance together at the secluded VIP section of the club. Some sources even said that they saw her making out with him.]
You see a photo of you busy making out with the man whose face can not be identified. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your hand tangled in his hair. Youāre bending backwards a little bit as the man youāre making out with leans down to kiss you deeper. His arm is wrapped around your waist as his free hand is also tangled in your short hair. Your face remains stoic as you read further.
[Allegedly, Yn has been getting close with one of the male models that sheās working with, and have even been spotted with said model together outside the workplace. It can not be confirmed if the model sheās working with and the same unknown man she was seen at a club are the same person. However, upon inspection of the photos provided by our source, both men seem to have the same build, height and hands.
Could her marriage with the star-actor Geto Suguru be going stale?]
You look at Suguru in the eyes, and he stares back at you. The silence lasted for a second before the both of you started bursting in laughter. You cling onto each other as you both laugh even harder at looking at the photo Metrobizz had attached. You lean forward as laughter echoes out of youā your long hair falling off your shoulders in the process.
āOmg, hun I canāt. Are they serious?ā You ask Suguru, still laughing about the article.
āApparently so. I canāt believe they used that old photo.ā
āWasnāt this from three years ago? When we went to Brazil?ā
āYeah it is. Anyways, shall we go?ā Suguru asked, offering his arm as he tries to compose himself.
āYes, āunknown manā. Letās make another appearance shall we?ā
A/n: this is written in a script-like format. Basically kind of like watching an interview video in youtube or smn. This one is basically branching off from this fic.
Characters include: Sukuna, Toji, Geto and Gojo
[Today's Guests: Jujutsu Kaisen's "Big Boys"]
Gojo: Hi, Iām your good looking sensei, Gojo Satoru. (Gojo playfully winked at the camera)
Geto: Iām your resident curse manipulator, Geto Suguru. (Geto introduced himself with a soft and gentle smile)
Sukuna: Iām the King of Curses, Sukuna Ryomen.
Toji: And Iām the sorcerer killer, Toji Fushiguro.
[Today, these four men will be answering five BTS FAQās fans have regarding the hit show, āJujutsu Kaisenā]
[First question: Is Sukuna Ryomen related to Yuji Itadori?]
Gojo: Oh! A lot of people really want to know the answer to that. (Glances at Sukuna)
Sukuna: He and I have got quite the spitting image of each other, huh? Am I related to Yuji or not? In what sense? In real life or in the show? You know, not long ago, he and I actually went on a trip together. We went to Maldives, and we came across Todo.
Gojo: How was it?
Sukuna: Honestly, it was so fun. We went scuba diving, snorkeling, watched some dolphins and whatnot. Oh you know, Yuji is actually a really good swimmer believe it or not. (Laughs) The seafood was really fresh too, and then at some point Yuji started craving wagyu.
Geto: We should go there together.
Toji: A guyās trip? (Looks around at Sukuna, Geto and Gojo as they all nod to each other).
Sukuna: Anyways, weāre twins, or itās what people like to say. I canāt give you a proper answer if you donāt specify. (Smirks at the camera as he shrugs).
Gojo: All that information about their trip, and he still wouldnāt say. (Amused)
Toji: A true menace. (Nods)
Producer: Your castmates, surely know, right?
Geto: (Teases) Do we though? Do we?
[Second Question: Was Tojiās reaction to Gojo losing it real?]
Toji: Iām guessing theyāre talking about the fight. We were flying, huh? (Looks at Gojo).
Gojo: It was so fun filming that! We had harnesses attached to us pretty much the entire timeāflinging us everywhere. I bet none of you guys ever felt like what itās like to fly, huh? (Playfully smiles at the camera)
Sukuna: Other actors that filmed something similar?
Geto: People on amusement rides?
Gojo: You know what I mean!
Toji: Anyways, when we were all doing the script reading, we kind of get into our characters and deliver our lines with voice acting to prepare for the scene weād film. During that time, Gojo delivered his lines really well, but when we were filming? Gojoā¦ really seemed like he was losing it. (Laughs)
Gojo: What can I say? I slayāØ
Sukuna: He was quite drunk when filming that scene was he not? (Smirks knowingly)
Gojo: (Whispers to Sukuna aggressively) Bro, shut up.
Toji: He was drunk? (Surprised)
Geto: After you guys filmed all the action scenes, we gave him a shot of alcohol before you guys filmed the scene where he was ālucidā. Heās very lightweight (smiles as he points to Gojo).
Sukuna: It was a shot for a shot (lightly giggles)
[Third Question: What did Gojo say to Suguru?]
Gojo: This is like that one question asking if Sukuna is related to Itadori. (Laughs).
Geto: Even on the script itself, his line was literally just a line.
Gojo: I had to think of something to say during filming, because they needed that scene of me saying something to Suguru. I didnāt know what to say because in the script it was just a lineā a dash. So, during filming I just simply said, āI want kikufuku.ā (Laughs with amusement)
Geto: I almost pulled some kind of face, but I had to hold it in (Laughs).
[Fourth Question: Are the twins Getoās actual daughter?]
Geto: The twins are not my actual daughter, but the little girl that played Rika is.
Sukuna: Isnāt Megumi also Tojiās actual son? The set is filled with real life parents and children. (Laughs with amusement).
Toji: How did she get casted?
Geto: Basically, the director wanted to film the fight scene between me and Yuta first, and the little girls that were casted before her got scared of me during the fight scene. They had to re-cast like 3 times. They all ended up crying, and then eventually my daughter said, āOh! Let me try!ā The director liked how it turned out, so they just did all the scenes with her.
Sukuna: Wow, you out there making children cry, huh? (Says teasingly)
[Last Question: Whatās the best part about filming?]
Sukuna: For me, it was definitely working with Yuji. That kid, Iām not even going to lie, is fun to be around. Although sometimes, he has too much energy. Heās very goofy and definitely brings a fun and light mood to the set.
Toji: I tend to have a very busy schedule, and so does my sonā especially with both him and I being in the same industry. Though it was only for a short while, Iām glad filming Jujutsu Kaisen together gave us more time to hang out.
Gojo: For me, it would be the amount of team work that weāre all putting in to make this show a success. Everyone is honestly so easy to work with. I know Sukuna seems very menacing in the show, and maybe in real life too because of his tattoos, but heās actually nice. (Laughs) Honestly, Iāve made quite a few new friends working on this project.
Geto: Honestly, itās nice to be able to work on a project with Satoru again. Last time we ever worked together on the same project was when we both walked the runway for one of my wifeās collectionsā maybe 7 years ago? Yeah, and my wife being involved with the outfit production and my daughter being on set, it kind of made the set more comfortable to be in.
gim, how we feelin about the jjk leaks? i need ur thoughts rn bc i cant breathe
Tbh when I found out gojo died... I was just like "damn he dead" and was just giggling it up with the memes. But then I saw the panel where his face was being shownā blood flowing out of his mouth with his lifeless eyes, and I started to feel bad. Not because I giggled/laughed it up with the memes, but more so for him? Because Gojo Satoru is the strongest, and so he's very valuable in the jujutsu society. And that's how he's mostly perceived by the jujutsu societyā a tank, the team carry. He's a special grade sorcerer that can pretty much take care/get rid of any curse (except sukuna). When I saw that panel of him lying dead, that's where my thoughts went. Like, "damn, this is all they see you as, huh?"
Ok, some people might say that there are characters that care about him, but probably just don't show it. I know there's characters that have expressed genuine gratitude towards him, but what I'm trying to say is, which of those characters treasure him? Because caring or being grateful towards someone is not the same as treasuring them. To treasure someone runs deeper than caring, because that's only the surface level.
But yeah, those were my thoughts when I saw the panel. I just felt bad.
The squelching sound of your juices mixed with Suguruās bounces off the bedroom walls as you ride him. His hands caress your sides with a light feathery touch. His lips trails bites and kisses from your neck down to the valley of your breasts. His tongue leaves saliva trails as he licks around your nipple before putting it in his mouth to suck, bite and lickā over and overā sending tingles of pleasure down your spine. His tongue leaves more saliva trails as licks around the bruises he left on the plump of your chest to give the other nipple the same treatment. Suguru lightly bites and pulls on your nipple with his teeth before letting it go. His hand runs across your lower back as his arm wraps around you, pulling you even closer to him as he gently blows on your nipple. His gentle breath touches your wet nipple causing it to harden and goosebumps appear around it. The fingertips of his free hand traces up your spine before his hand wrapped around the back of your neck. He looks at your fucked out faceā eyes glosy, bruised lips and mouth open as strings of moans flow out. He thrusts his hips upwards in rhythm with the bounce of your hips, loving the feeling of your wet walls hugging him. Suguru moves his hands from the back of your neck, to grab a fistfull of your hair, tugging it to expose your entire neck. His lips left kisses and bites that will leave bruises as he trails up from your collarbone, the side of your neck, your jaw until his lips finally reach your lips.
