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toji promises he isnât going anywhere. not without you.
f!reader; can stand alone, but absentee boyfriend finale; established relationship; drinking (champagne out of tea cups); slice of life; kissing; cuddling; twelve nights of christmas
Toji leans in to brush a kiss to your temple as he joins you on the couch. His lips are soft and warm, the scent of your soap hanging around him, and itâs overwhelming in the best of ways. In a way you can only accept from him.
âI think thatâs enough of that,â he murmurs, taking a cup of champagne from your hand and setting it on the table. âDonât you have work in the morning?â
âDonât make sense, Toji. You know I donât like it.â You lean forward to grab the cup off the table. âBesides. You opened the bottle. Itâs only right we finish it.â
You take another sip, enjoying the way warmth spreads across your stomach. âAnd since you donât drink, we is me.
âI think this was a part of your master plan.â
He watches you for a moment, green eyes calculating. âI just wanted you to relax a bit,â he admits, laying in your lap. âNot turn you into a, what is it called? A [slush]?â
âA [lush],â you say, fingers brushing through his towel-dried hair. Itâs a little damp, cool despite the warmth still clinging to him from his shower, and you enjoy the feeling with a happy smile. âAnd I am no such thing.â
âHmm,â he sighs, disbelief evident, but he makes no more effort to stop you.
Instead, he turns to face you, arm wrapping around your waist as he presses his face into your stomach. It draws excitement through you, the ticklish feeling of young love dancing across your skin despite having been with him for too long now.
âToj,â you whisper after a few minutes, your fingers still combing through his hair.
He pulls away enough to look up at you, color drawn over the bridge of his nose and pupils wide. If you didnât know better, youâd think he was drunk. But, you do know better. And the sleepy look in his eyes all but overstates the fact that he canât hide his emotions from you. Not right now.
ânn,â he returns, voice low and thick.
âAre you happy?â
âOf course.â
âDo you wish you were still killing people?â
His brow furrows as he lays back down. âIâm not sure.â
âI miss the chocolate.â
He chuckles, arm squeezing you in acknowledgment. âNoted.â
âDo you mean it? Youâre happy?â
âYes, yn. Every minute with you, even when youâre annoying the shit out of me.â
You finish off your champagne, heat rushing through your body as you melt into the couch. âDonât get bored of me.â
Heâs quiet, fingers ghosting under your shirt and drawing hot against your skin. Itâs deliberate. Grounding, even. But, in your drunken state, it leaves you feeling like youâre flying, and a grin spreads across your face as you lean your head onto the back of the couch.
âDonât let me.â
Still brushing through his hair, you ask, âOr what? Youâll kill me?â
He laughs. âNo. Then youâll have to suffer the same fate as Mr. Worm.â
The sound of your nickname for the gross thing he swallows leaves you grinning like an idiot. âWait- you donât mean-â
âI mean,â he says, voice hanging in the air as his fingers continue to draw over your skin. âIâll eat you up, I love you so.â
You begin to laugh, leaning into him when he sits up to amusedly watch you. Instead of teasing him about remembering lines from childrenâs books, you tilt your chin for a kiss that he returns easily- lazily, even.
âI mean it,â he murmurs, taking your face in your hands. He lightly bites the swell of your check as if to punctuate his idea.
âPromise?â
Toji smirks, eyes honest and unguarded in the comfort of your home. âYou want me to promise I love you?â
You feel butterflies rush every inch of you, the warmth from the champagne trailing heat behind them. âNo. That youâll eat me upâ -he begins to laugh- âbecause of it.â
âYeah. Ok,â he says before he kisses you.
âI think it would be fun to go everywhere with you.â
âYou fucking drunk-â he mumbles against your lips, nothing malicious in his tone before kissing you again. His tongue brushes yours as he kisses you deeply, thumbs brushing your cheeks and running the length of your jaw as his palms slide down to frame your throat. âIâll devour you whole, if that makes it any better.â
âYou have to promise.â
He mumbles something about not believing the conversation before letting go of your face and grabbing the champagne bottle to see that itâs empty. âAre you going to remember any of this in the morning?â
âYes, I will.â
âYou and your champagne promises are liars,â he grins darkly, leaning back in tugging at your thigh as he crowds you against the arm of the couch.
Heâs heavy against you, fitting himself between your legs as he stretches out, and his lips are hot and wet from kisses against your jaw. âAre you happy?â
Your fingers return to his hair, brushing slowly through his dark locks. Toji sighs in response, cuddling into the curve of your throat.
âI know you liked having an absentee boyfriend.â
You huff out a laugh. âIt sucks being smothered all the time,â you say as you hug him closer. âBut, no. I donât miss wondering if youâd come home. I love knowing I get to be right here whenever I want.
âAnd I might be a little drunk but I love you and I do want you to promise.â
His teeth sinking into the soft skin of your throat causes you to help in surprise, the weight of him the only thing keeping you from jumping off the couch. Once you realize he isnât going to do it again you begin to laugh, body shaking with amusement as he kisses up your jaw. He takes your face in one of his palms, thumb ghosting your bottom lip as he forces you to look at him.
âToj-â
âIâm not going anywhere, yn.â He offers you another kiss, eyes closed as he follows it by kissing down your jaw and soothing the spot heâd bitten. âAnd if I do, Iâm taking you with me.â
iâm not deleting this blog. iâm proud of it for what it is, and itâs been a fun 10+ years writing under this username, but⌠it was time for me to get a semi-fresh start
my tags will remain the same, and i will continue a few of my storylines. additionally, all the fics on this blog will be uploaded to my ao3 profile under the psuedo midnightweeds
anywayâŚ..wow
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summary : ultimate wingman family gets in their feelings before going trick or treating ( can standalone )
warnings : established relationship ; modern au ; family au ; domestic angst ; emotional conversations ; this got oddly heavy and turned around idk ; domestic fluff ; cuddling ; kissing ; costumes
"All the candy is gonna be gone," Yuji frowns, crossing his arms instead of eating his snack.
"Disney isn't gonna run out of candy, idiot," Sukuna teases, dipping a chicken nugget in some barbecue sauce.
"Don't call your brother an idiot," you chide, setting juice down for the both of them. "But Su is right, Yuji, baby. And the party doesn't start for a few hours, anyway." Sitting down next to him, you prop your jaw in your hand and ask, "Why are you upset? Did you only pretend to take a nap?"
You aren't totally surprised when he starts to cry, but you are surprised when he crawls into your lap. Your arms draw close around him, soothing him as he cries into your shoulder, his tears and snot collecting on your t-shirt. Sukuna stares blankly at you all, eating his chicken nuggets until Yuji begins to quiet down to hiccups.
"He hates his costume."
"What?" You look down at where Yuji has cuddled against your chest. "I thought you wanted to be Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum with Papa?"
"He changed his mind," Sukuna explains. "He's jealous-"
"No, I'm not!"
"Inside voice," you remind him. "If you didn't wanna be them why not just say so? Doesn't Papa always tell you to use your words?"
"Cuz Su wanted to go to Disney so I-I-I, I had to do it again and I j-j-just wanted to be Gomez since last year you said we could be." You nod slowly, leaning down to kiss Yuji. "I was tr-trying to be a good brother like I promised-"
He begins to cry again, shoving his face into your shoulder and sobbing something about matching as you rub his back soothingly.
Sukuna isn't looking at you when you glance at him. Instead, he's staring at the table, tears glossing his eyes, and you can't help but swallow thickly, feeling very much like some rando off the street pretending to be a parent.
Last Halloween feels as though it's a lifetime ago, but you suddenly remember that you had promised to be Gomez and Morticia exactly a year ago. When it had just been Yuji and Nanami filling up all of the empty space in your chest. But the powers-at-be had found Sukuna and there hadn't really been any question when they'd asked Nanami if he would be able to keep the twins together.
The answer had been unequivocally yes, and although there have been growing pains, Sukuna molded with the three of you just as easily as you had with Nanami and Yuji.
"I'm sorry I broke my promise to you, Yuji-baby-"
"It's OK yn-honey."
"And I think you're being a great brother."
Sukuna's sniffles cause Yuji to scramble in your arms, wide-eyed as he looks at his brother. "I'm sorry, Su" -Yuji crawls around the chabudai hurriedly - "I'm sorry. I'm happy to go to Disney with you."
Surprisingly, Sukuna lets Yuji hug him, and you watch as he attempts to soothe Sukuna the way you had him.
"Come," he tugs at him. "yn-honey can hold you, too, Su. You'll like it - you'll feel better."
With Yuji confident in you, you join them on the other side of the table and press a kiss to Sukuna's forehead when Yuji pushes him into your arms. "You know, it's my first time celebrating Halloween with you at Disney, too," you gently remind him, rocking a quietly crying Sukuna as you watch Yuji wipe his eyes.
"So, like Sukuna, I'm really excited, too. And I'm really proud of you for thinking about others, Yuji. Your caring is something I really love and admire about you."
"Thank you."
"I think Su is really grateful for it, too," you give him a squeeze as he clutches at your shirt. "Even if he won't admit it."
Yuji laughs, still sniffling; Sukuna replies by reaching for his brother and suddenly your arms are full of two little boys.
"Ah- goodness. You guys are killing me- my heart's just gonna explode with love."
"Don't die, honey," Sukuna mumbles, clutching you a little tighter.
Yuji nods his agreement, snuggling closer to you. "Papa will be sad."
"Me, too."
"Yeah...me too, Su."
You smile softly. "Don't worry- I'm not going anywhere."
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Twenty back-aching minutes later, a little voice says, "Iâm thirsty, yn-honey."
"Your juice is on the table, Yu," Nanami says, surprising all of you.
Yuji looks up from your neck, grinning as his fingers grip Sukuna's shirt tighter.
"Papa!"
He sounds just as excited as you feel to see Nanami filling the doorway.
"Why are you all piled on yn-honey like that?"
His eyes meet yours worriedly as Yuji rockets from your lap and into him. You watch him scoop Yuji up effortlessly, hand coming up to cradle his face as you hug Sukuna closer to you.
He sniffles, causing Nanami's brows to raise as he looks at Yuji. "What's wrong? Why were you all crying?"
"Um...I don't wanna be Tweedle Dee."
"OhâŚdo you want to be Tweedle Dum?"
Yuji laughs, causing you to smile as you rub Sukuna's back comfortingly.
"Yeah."
Sukuna laughs, whispering, "Because he's an idiot."
"Be nice," you whisper back. "He loves you."
Sukuma makes a non-committal sound as Nanami asks, "Is that all, Yuji? Sukuna?" He glances at you and you attempt to give him a reassuring smile, but it's Yuji who actually does it by leaning in to kiss Nanami's cheek.
"It's okay," he says, hand raising to cradle Nanami's face. "yn is a good honey."
"yn is a good honey," Nanami repeats in whispered, humored disbelief.
His forehead comes to rest on Yuji for a moment, a soft smile on his face. "She is, isn't she?"
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"Should I ask about earlier?"
You look up from the Mickey Bar you're eating to see Nanami attempting to play it cool as you all wait for the children to get off of the carousel. Itâs a hilarious sight, his little Tweedle Dee hat bobby-pinned to his hair, but you swallow your laugh.
"What?" You smirk at him when he finally looks at you. "You don't think I can handle a few growing pains?"
He rubs your back, hand warm through your costume. "It's more than you signed up for."
Your eyes search for your boys as they make another turn around, grinning as you wave and take another bite of your Mickey Bar. Yuji grins back, excitedly waving in his Tweedle-Dum costume; but, the green blob that is Sukuna could care less as he focuses on Megumi.
"My heart's big enough."
He leans in, brushing a kiss to your check. "Thank you."
"Eh- I promised I wasn't going anywhere a few times now, so-" You shrug, arm curling around his waist "-you're kind of stuck with me."
"Perfect," he squeezes your hip. " Good to know the boys are still single-handedly keeping our relationship together."
"Two little wingmen," you nod, impressed. "âŚYuji is struggling with being a brother. And I think Sukuna is hyper aware of being...new I think.
"He started crying once Yuji admitted that he didn't want to go to Disney. He just wanted to be Gomez-"
"Shit," Nanami breathes, kissing your temple this time as he holds you close.
You rub his side comfortingly, hoping it feels at least a little reassuring. "Yeah. I forgot...he didn't, obviously. But he wanted to be a good brother, so he was attempting to deal with it. Theyâre babies," you sigh as the ride slows. "Emotions are bound to run high."
"Should... should I have taken him on his own?"
"Dressed as Morticia?"
Nanami laughs. "Right..."
"I thought about it, too. But, Sukuna wanted to do this as a family and...I did, too. We'll just have to figure out how to balance meeting Su's needs without neglecting Yuji's."
"Easy."
"You're a great dad, Ken. And I'm a great yn-honey-" you both laugh "-we got this. Wait. Where are the kids?"
"Shmoopsie-poo!"
"Googly-bear!" You laugh, half hugging the blur that is a Mike Wazoski dressed Sukuna as he collides with you.
"I thought we agreed that you'd stay beside Gojo-Kun, Su?" You ask.
"Googly-bear," Yuji corrects you as he appears with Gojo, Megumi, and Nobara a few seconds later.
"Right, right. Sorry, Tweedle Dum...did you enjoy the ride? Hiro, Raya?" You look at Megumi and Nobara expectantly, smiling encouragingly.
"Kinda boring," Nobara frowns before a thought sparks in her eyes. "Let's ride Pirates!"
"More candy first," Gojo suggests, easily swaying them as they collect their buckets and bags.
"I want cookies," Megumi admits, rummaging through his pumpkin-shaped bucket.
"Honey has some in her bag," Sukuna says, already rummaging through the satchel youâre wearing as a part of your Celia costume. He finds the raspberry cookies and offers them to Megumi as Gojo heards the kids in front of him.
Before he leads them ahead, he tosses a wink over his shoulder and quietly says, "Even the best parents need a break sometimes, right?"
"I donât want to owe him one," Nanami remarks, fingers twisting through yours as you all trail behind them.
"Iâm ok with it this one time," you sigh as you finish your ice cream. Flashing Nanami a grin,you press up on your top toes and press a sticky kiss to his jaw. "Especially since he admitted that weâre the best."
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Reader and Sukuna are Celia and Mike Wazowski from Monsters Inc
