Stephanie: Do you ever think about why Bruce managed to go ten years without taking in another kid when he had Dick and now he adopts a kid every over Tuesday?
Jason: Its because Dick was the golden boy and now Bruce is vainly searching for someone he loves as much as him.
Tim: Maybe he was just using that decade as a trial run to see how a side kick adjusted to becoming a fully fledged vigilante? And once Dick proved the concept he went all in?
Barbara: I think you'll find that Dick’s foster file essentially had 'Does not play well with others' stamped on the front. Bruce once brought Clark back to Gotham after he was turned into a kid and Dick caught sight of a black haired blue eyed kid on his turf and tried to squash him with the giant penny.
I had sooo much fun but I'm just afraid they won't animate it further bcz my sister told me that this show isn't famous??? Wdym ??? I thought ppl watched it
Anyways I really really realy hope they come out with new seasons bcz I wanna watch. I know I won't get around to reading the manga ever. I wanna knooooowwww the history and lore and everything and I want Ron to go hit Milo in the face
I love the idea of the Bats being bougie. Yes, they mostly live simply enough and enjoy a normal enough life but they've also lived rich now and there's at least a few things that they've grown to love. For Dick, it's the ability to travel without worrying about being moved on or about costs of anything, the boy enjoys an all expenses paid (by Bruce) holiday. For Jason, it's is a specific brand of coffee flown in from Vietnam that goes for like $70 a tin, the expensive chocolate he likes to snack on. For Babs, it's unlimited TV packages, streaming services and and the WiFi connection. For Duke, it's the food, the boy is a foodie at heart and has tables at every major restaurant, cafe and bistro, his name is on lists. For Tim, it's the unlimited wardrobe, the boy loves his baggy drip for every day, his fine cut suits for galas, his accessories, his trainers, his Italian loafers, the boy loves a good wardrobe. And for Bruce, it's a specific type of bedding, the man can't sleep on cheaper mattresses or different pillows, he can only sleep on sheets of certain fabric, the man doesn't care about luxury that much but thread count? That's non negotiable.
sukuna is not happy about piercing your daughters ears :c
(reposted from mimuju! art by @/sgtbake_r on X)
"no. absolutely not. you're not touching her."
sukuna's voice is a low growl, his massive arms wrapped protectively around your toddler daughter in the piercing chair. the lady with the piercing gun pauses, eyes wide at the tattooed giant glaring daggers from his spot beside you.
she's tiny, maybe 2, all chubby cheeks and wild pink hair like her dad's, dressed in a frilly dress you picked out for her "big girl day," complete with little mary janes. you've been hyping it up for weeks—tiny sparkly studs, nothing crazy, just simple diamonds to match her eyes. but sukuna? he's been grumbling since you suggested it, muttering about "barbaric customs" and "ruining perfection."
"baby, it's just earrings," you say softly, squeezing his knee under the counter. "she'll look so cute! and it'll heal fast. millions of girls get this done."
he shoots you a look, all four eyes narrowing under those sharp black brows. "she's a baby. babies don't need holes poked in their heads. what if it gets infected? what if she hates it?" but he doesn't move, holding her steady on his lap, her little hands clutching his black shirt, babbling happily at the shiny gun like it's a toy.
the piercing lady smiles nervously, gun ready, trying to lighten the mood. "it'll be quick, sir. one little pop on each side. she's been great so far."
sukuna huffs, his breath ruffling your daughter's hair, but he nods once, jaw clenched so tight you see the muscle tick. "fine. make it painless or i'll make you regret it. i am unlike my wife, i have no mercy for mortals."
you bite back a laugh, watching him brace like he's facing a battlefield. the lady counts down—three, two, one—and pops the first stud through your daughter's earlobe. instant wail. a piercing cry that echoes in the small shop, her face scrunching up beet red, fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks, little legs kicking wildly.
sukuna freezes, body going rigid, then twitches like he's been shot himself. "what the fuck was that?!" he snarls, his free hand slamming the counter hard enough to make the jewelry displays rattle, tattoos rippling across his skin like living shadows. all four eyes lock on the lady like he's about to curse her into oblivion right there. "do that again and you're fucking dead, you hear me?"
the poor woman stammers, the cheap piericng gun trembling in her hands, face paling. "i-it's normal! just the shock! she's fine, look—the second one's done already, see?" she pops the other ear quick as lightning, and your daughter's tiny fists flailing at the air, her cries turning into quiet hiccups.
you can't help it—you burst out giggling, hand over your mouth, tears in your eyes from laughing. "kuna, oh my god— she's fine! look, sparkles already! she's got her earrings, see how pretty?"
he ignores you completely, scooping her up fully into his massive arms, cradling her against his broad chest like she's made of glass. his glare stays pinned on the lady for a long beat, utterly murderous, promising vengeance, before it softens instantly on his girl.
"shh, shh, my little princess. daddy's got you. that mean lady's gone forever, i swear it." he rocks her gently side to side, his huge hand patting her back in slow circles, the other stroking her wild pink hair with surprising tenderness. her cries taper to sniffly hiccups, soothed by his deep rumble of a voice humming some ancient, gravelly lullaby from his cursed past, the kind only you know about.
you lean in, kissing his stubbled cheek, still chuckling softly. "she won't even remember this tomorrow. but you'll be telling the story for years, won't you, kuna?"
he grunts, still shooting one last glare over his shoulder at the lady as you pay and gather her things. "no more piercings. ever." but he presses a soft kiss to her tiny forehead, her sparkly new earrings catching the shop lights like stars, and you know he's already melting inside, utterly whipped for his perfect little girl.
1. Separation-related Obsession (while snickering)
Client remains preoccupied with his ex girlfriend, though his focus is now expressed as playful attention rather than strategic manipulation.
Giving flowers without reason
Ensuring the twins relay favorable comments about him
Makes sure to put his ex girlfriend's current boyfriend through hell
GETO: The twins tell me whenever she's out for a date. Usually doesn't end well. I wonder why.
2. Flirty Interactions (with a wink)
Client frequently initiates situations that are lighthearted, teasing, and overtly flirtatious. Humor and charm are tools to reconnect emotionally. The twins notice his charm but only as “papa being sweet.”
GETO: It's so entertaining whenever she's caught off guard with my advances. It's almost like a fun little game for us.
3. Identity & Playful Control (with a sheepish grin)
Client enjoys the juxtaposition of serious cult leader vs. sly romantic schemer. He deliberately flirts with boundaries to test both his own influence and the reactions of his ex-girlfriend, often framing it as humor, civility, or child-centered care.
GETO: I follow the rules… mostly. But I like to see how much fun I can have bending them a little.
DIAGNOSIS:
Scheming, tempered by humor and charm
Plotting Giggle Syndrome. Client engages fully in co-parenting routines; uses shared custody as a setting for humor, affection, and subtle flirty gestures, observed and enjoyed by the twins innocently.
Strategic Mischief Disorder. Unofficial; patient insists it’s “careful planning to get her back”
Prognosis:
Client demonstrates healthy capacity for connection, attachment, and playful intimacy. Likely to continue using charm as primary means of maintaining closeness.
Dr. Ieiri's Personal Notes:
That Geto.. He’s aware of how audacious this is, and he’s also loving every second of it.
📼 Recorded accounts regarding your previous romantic partners
Name: ███████ Alias: GUY #01
Status: Alive Date Recorded: █████
Transcript Excerpt: Her baby daddy's fucked in the head, seriously. Who the hell sends an after sex update?!
Investigator's Note: Subject appeared visibly distressed while recounting the incident.
Name: ███████ Alias: GUY #02
Status: Alive Date Recorded: █████
Transcript Excerpt: There's something wrong with that guy, but I can never quite put my finger on it. He's weird. Like... weird in a weird way. You get what I'm saying?
Investigator's Note: Subject spent approximately seven minutes attempting to elaborate and ultimately failed to provide a more specific description.
Name: ███████ Alias: GUY #03
Status: Alive Date Recorded: █████
Transcript Excerpt: No, yeah, I think I was a rebound. Clearly, they aren't over each other and probably never will be.
Investigator's Note: Statement was followed by a prolonged sigh.
Name: ███████ Alias: GUY #04
Status: Deceased Date Recorded: █████
Record Status: Unavailable
*No testimony was obtained from Subject GUY #04. Records indicate the individual passed away in 2024 following a freak accident in Shibuya.
Name: ███████ Alias: GUY #05
Status: Missing Date Recorded: █████
Record Status: Unavailable
*No testimony was obtained from Subject GUY #05. Missing person reports indicate the individual was last seen in Narra in March 2023. Their whereabouts remain unknown at the time of filing.
scenarios Alfred Pennyworth has to be a witness to as a resident of Wayne Manor that the batkids have absolutely no shame in front of whatsoever part 16 (masterpost here)
*Alfred bringing tea and a plate of biscuits down to the cave during a monthly mandatory strategy meeting, with Bruce stood at the head of a table all the kids are seated around*
Duke: i shouldn't even have to be here, i'm the only one on dayshift.
Jason: uh- i reject that; i'm doin' shit during the day too, y'know.
Duke, without missing a beat: that's because you're unemployed and have no civilian friends, there's a fucking difference Jason.
Dick: *covers his mouth, snickering*
Bruce: now, boys-
Jason: i will jump over this table, brightshit. try me.
Duke: *flips Jason off*
Jason, starting to get up: oh you want it-?
Alfred, pointedly putting the tray of snacks down in between them, giving them both warning glares: i trust that the meeting is going well?
*a beat*
Jason, sitting back down: dammit,
Bruce: *sigh* thank you, Alfred. now if we could just get back to-
Duke: i still don't want to be here.
Bruce: oh for- we've been over this, Duke. everybody has to attend these meetings.
Damian: just because you say something is mandatory doesn't mean it's actually necessary. it's subjective.
Bruce: it's not subjective, it's fact. if we don't take time to co-ordinate ourselves then we're more liable to miscommunicate and get ourselves, or others, hurt. it's important that we take this time to go over protocols and codes, as well as alert everybody of upcoming missions. it's not like you have anything better to do tonight, Damian.
Damian: what the hell,
Dick: oooh~
Damian: how dare you; i have plenty of ways to spend my evening, thank you very much-
Bruce, pinching the bridge of his nose: i didn't mean it that way, chum, can we just-
Damian: for starters, Drake and I have a new Lego set to construct, which you are selfishly taking time away from!
Steph, squinting across at Tim: sorry, you two build Lego sets together?
Tim: *defensive* what, mad that he doesn't play with you?
Steph, turning to Damian incredulously: well fucking yes?? dude- i ask you to hang out all the time. how come you'll play with Tim but not me!?
Damian, easily: because your version of hanging out is just dragging me all over Gotham while we stalk your English professor. i don't give a fuck which of the PA's he's hooking up with, Brown. i just want to build Lego.
Alfred: *watches with narrowed eyes as Cass slowly leans forward and drags the entire plate of biscuits towards herself*
Bruce: Damian, language.
Damian: me?!
Dick: fuck yeah, bring down the hammer, B.
Bruce, exhausted: can we all just-
Damian, planting his hands on the table: NO, WHY AREN'T YOU GETTING MAD WHEN THEY SWEAR?
Bruce: Damian- sit back down,
Jason, casually putting his feet on the table: it's 'cause you do it wrong, Dames. the curse word has to fall off the tongue comfortably, so that nobody even realises it shouldn't be in the sentence. *tipping his head up to show his mouth* you gotta- like this, roll your tongue slightly, just let it fall off, see: cunt.
Damian, copying: cunt.
Jason: cunt,
Damian: cunt.
Bruce, staring between the two in defeat: *makes eye contact with Alfred pleadingly*
Alfred: *shrugs*
Jason: cunt,
Damian: cunt, like that?
Jason: yeah, but in a sentence.
Damian: Dick Grayson is a cunt. like that?
Jason: yeah you got it.
Dick: WOAH WOAH- why am i catching strays? the fuck did i do?
Tim, flatly: if you hadn't fucked up the protocol code names three months ago, we wouldn't have to do these meetings.
Duke, pointing at Tim in agreement: that's true.
Dick: I WASN'T THE ONLY ONE, JACKASSES, STEPH DID IT TOO!
Steph: at least i was concussed. you're just an idiot.
Dick: *visibly offended* i'll have you know-
Bruce, snapping: ok that is IT. all of you sit back down, we are going over the current standing protocols and that is FINAL. none of you are leaving until i dismiss you, and if you don't comply then you will be benched for the foreseeable future, understood?
*silence*
*the kids awkwardly exchanging glances as they settle back down into their chairs*
Bruce, sighing in relief: finally. now, can we all-
Jason: *sticks his hand up in the air*
Bruce:
Bruce: *wary* what is it about, Jason?
Jason, innocently: i have a question about the protocols.
Bruce: ...go on then.
Jason: what's the protocol for when you let a call from your overbearing father go to voicemail because you're busy getting it on with Roy Harper mid-patrol, and then said overbearing father just hacks into your private com line mid-fuck anyway, completely ignoring your boundaries and throwing off the mood, all because he wanted to ask whether or not you'd prefer fish or chicken for the family barbeque that weekend?
*complete and utter silence*
Alfred: *stares in disappointment at a rapidly reddening Bruce*
Duke, grinning wildly as he looks between Bruce and Jason: has that ever happened?
Jason, flatly: three times.
Bruce:
Bruce:
Cass: *loudly crunches on biscuits*
Bruce: ok Jason you can go,
Jason, already leaping out his chair: SEE YOU SUCKERS-
Steph: WOAH- HOLD ON, HOLD ON-
Dick: THAT'S SO UNFAIR,
Duke: JUST BECAUSE HE'S A SLUT HE GETS TO AVOID THE MEETINGS?!
Bruce: -STOP SHOUTING AT ME-
Damian: so what i'm hearing is that to get out of these ridiculous things, i just have to tell Jon he's allowed to hit?
*silence*
Bruce, to Damian: ...ok you're grounded,
Tim: Steph, i know we broke up years ago and you're technically my sister now but i feel like this is for the greater good-
You might have done something similar like this before, but how do U think all the Robins came out to Bruce?
Dick just showed up with Wally, holding his hand and just asked Bruce could Wally sleep over. Bruce said no but said that Wally was very welcome at the house as always but he had to call Bruce Mr Wayne now.
Jason didn't have to say it. Bruce watched the bi panic on Jason's face when he set eyes on Roy after coming back into the family and when Bruce passed comment Jason didn't deny it, just told his dad to shut up.
Tim worked up the courage to tell Bruce officially... Through a WE memo. Bruce signed off on it and gave Tim a huge hug.
Damian announced his intention to court Jon Kent at family dinner. Bruce said fine but no more sleepovers.
Steph walked into the Cave beaming and announced that she kisses girls now and Bruce was like "that's nice, honey".
Cass tugged on Bruce's sleeve at a gala and told him that a nearby woman was very beautiful and Bruce just nodded, because he understood.
Duke was the only one who sat down with Bruce and admitted he thought he might be gay. Bruce hugged that boy and told him it was OK, that it was completely normal and Bruce was a little taken aback when Duke admitted he expected a different reaction. I mean Duke has seen how Bruce is around Clark, Khoa and multiple men? Is Bruce not as overtly bi as he thought? Alfred assures him he's doing just fine.
• ꒰ ۶ৎ ꒱ :: . dad!sukuna and dad!toji arguing about whose baby is cuter :: no cw fluff
sukuna and toji sat on the old benches outside at the park bickering as theyve done since they were just teenagers. the only difference was that now they both had a small baby girl on each of their laps.
you and tojis wife sat near a table farther away from them, chatting about motherhood as you heard their voices get higher and higher in volume.
“what do you think theyre arguing about now,” she asked, smiling at her husband with loving eyes.
“couldn’t really care less, they do this basically everyday,” you scoff, shaking your head.
you could hear their conversation slightly, both of you pausing to listen in.
“okay yeah your she is pretty cute but shes way fatter than my angel here,” sukuna said, gesturing to tsumikis chubby cheeks and tubby belly. “am i right kuni? youre way cuter than her,” sukuna said to his daughter, planting kisses all over her even chubbier face.
“okay yeah fuckface, she is a little bigger but shes still cuter. shes just been bulking since birth and thats perfectly fine.” toji said, smirking and crossing his arms smugly as if it makes complete sense.
“bulking? nah bro shes just fat, she probably doesnt even understand the concept of-“
smack.
sukuna was abruptly cut off as your hand met the back of his neck with a loud pop.
“ah, the fuck was that for?”
smack.
“dont talk about tsumiki like that and watch your language. to be fair, you were even bigger than her when you were a baby.”
toji tilted his head back and let out a loud cackle.
“how ‘bout that shit. ryomen was a fat ass baby, i’d love to see that.”
the sun pours over your body as you walk along empty handed with sukuna holding all the bags and beach equipment. baby!yuji patters along on the mildly hot sand, running on levels of adrenaline only a six year old could muster.
the beach is filled with families similar to yours, children playing in the water, people tanning in the deliciously hot sun and rounds of volleyball being tossed around by large friend groups.
sukuna places down your lounging chairs with an attached shaded umbrella, and plops down with all the bags containing various miscellaneous things.
yuji sticks his tongue out slightly, eyes lighting up with mischief and tries to make a beeline for the water before you grab him by the collar.
“no one gets out there without sunscreen” you wave a finger at him, instructing him to settle down.
yuji pouts impatiently swinging his legs while you get out the bottle of kids sunscreen and rub it on every bit of his exposed skin.
your son wrinkles his nose when you reach for his face applying the lotion in soft rhythmic motions. you proceed to pinch his cheeks and give him a little kiss there while yuji giggles.
sukuna watches you fuss over the brat with mild amusement. his eyes squint under the sun, and drop to admire what you’ve got on.
a frilly little thing exposing your beautiful curves.
sukuna scans the area noting any men looking towards your general direction and stares them down with a cutting glare only he could manage. a look that screamed ‘look away before i come dislocate that head myself’ for good measure.
while yuji runs off to play in the sand, you turn to him with the sunscreen bottle in hand and a knowing smile.
“your turn”
sukuna scoffs from where he’s sprawled back in the beach chair, one arm lazily hanging off the side.
“i don’t burn”
“yes you do”
“i literally don’t”
“your nose got pink last time”
his eyes narrow immediately, “it did not.”
“you then complained that it itched and brooded about it the whole time”
“i don’t brood”
you hum ignoring his offense entirely and pat your thighs.
“c’mere”
he stares at you for a long second before clicking his tongue and leaning forward anyway because despite all his dramatics, sukuna has never once denied you when you used that tone on him.
you snort as sukuna settles in front of you. his massive frame blocks the sun completely and he smells like saltwater and heat already despite barely having stepped into the ocean.
you squeeze sunscreen into your palms and rub it across his shoulders.
his muscles flex beneath your hands while you smooth lotion over the dark markings curling along his skin, careful and thorough despite the way he eyes you.
you drag your fingers over his neck and jaw, rubbing sunscreen into the bridge of his nose while he looks deeply inconvenienced by affection.
“look down”
“this is humiliating.”
“look down, so i can get the back of your neck.”
he grumbles under his breath but tilts his chin downward anyway. his previously bored, half lidded eyes, dilate at the sight of your cleavage, right. in. his. face.
how blissful.
yuji bursts into giggles. you had spiked up sukuna’s hair to stand up in a funky way.
“you look funny papa”
sukuna grimaces.
“want me to throw you into the ocean?”
“yeah!”
“…”
you laugh so hard you nearly smear sunscreen into sukuna’s eye.
you take turns, with sukuna now applying sunscreen onto your back.
eventually yuji tears off toward the shoreline with a plastic bucket in hand, sandals abandoned somewhere behind him.
you lean back into your chair with a satisfied sigh while sukuna sits beside you, one arm draped lazily behind your head.
for a while the two of you simply watch.
yuji jumps over tiny waves, yelling triumphantly every single time he successfully crosses one.
he crouches to collect shells with complete seriousness only to abandon them three seconds later because another wave has appeared.
his little laugh carries over the water. your chest feels warm.
“he looks like you when he gets excited,” you murmur, nuzzling against the base of sukuna’s neck.
“poor kid”
you elbow him lightly, “it is cute sukuna, you are cute”
before sukuna can mull over your words, yuji suddenly turns around spotting the two of you immediately.
“papa!! come here!!”
sukuna pretends not to hear,
“papa!!”
you mouth a slight ‘go’ as your husband sighs dramatically before obliging as per usual.
the water reaches just beneath his knees when yuji grabs his hand excitedly and starts dragging him around with all the strength a six year old could possess.
you pad in after them enjoying the waves and the feel of soft sand beneath your bare feet.
you smile to yourself. it is almost absurd seeing sukuna getting ordered around by a child carrying a neon orange shovel.
yuji points toward a lopsided sandcastle near the shore, “help me make it BIGGER” he sticks his arms out to act out how big he wanted it to be.
sitting back down on your chair you try not to look too amused as sukuna crouches down into the sand.
his large hands awkwardly shape wet sand while yuji gives deeply unnecessary instructions beside him.
“more tower”
sukuna looks over at you, pleading for an escape. you wave him off.
“it’s a sandcastle not a fortress” he mutters back.
“more tower” yuji runs about, sometimes gathering sand and sometimes water. most of the time being largely unhelpful.
sukuna clicks his tongue and adds another tower.
hours later the sky begins softening into gold.
yuji’s exhausted enough now to become clingy, dragging his feet through the sand while holding onto sukuna’s hand.
“i need to wash my feet” you brush sand off your legs with a tired groan.
before you can even move, sukuna bends down and scoops you into his arms effortlessly.
you yelp, “kuna—”
he pats you lower thigh,“stop squirming”
people nearby glance over briefly before immediately looking away once sukuna glares in their direction.
you hide your snicker against his shoulder while he carries you toward the rinse station near the boardwalk.
the water runs cool over your feet as he holds you securely against his chest, an arm around your waist like you weigh nothing at all.
yuji stands beside him sleepily rubbing his eyes.
once your feet are clean, sukuna sets you carefully onto the bench.
then without a word, he crouches down.
you blink.
“..what’re you doing?”
he grabs your sandals from beside the bench.
“your feet’ll get dirty again.”
years of loving him and your heart still stutters stupidly.
sukuna slides the sandals onto your feet one by one with mild annoyance etched across his face, but you know better. his love language when it came to you, was acts of service.
meanwhile yuji watches with narrowed eyes, “papa..?”
“what.”
“that’s sooo romantic” he smiles ear to ear.
sukuna immediately flicks water at his forehead.
yuji screeches dramatically while you laugh loud enough that people turn to look again.
“where did he even learn that?” sukuna asks, a mild smile overtaking his usual harsh features.
you shrug, in a dream-like trance, the domesticity of this moment making your heart soar.
and for once, sukuna doesn’t care at all.
firefly; you guys wanted longer fics so hehe i hope this was good
I think it's the opposite. Bruce is the one posting shit like this and Clark is in his dms going 'babe wtf?' and trying to ensure that nobody from work sees any of the posts. Jimmy keeps printing off the threads and putting them around the office.
katsuki likes having his hands on you at all times. it's so mindless it just feels wrong if you're in the same room and he's not touching you?
he'll pass by you and a big hand will slide around your waist, lingering at the small of your back for no reason at all while he reaches for something above or beside you.
he doesn't even do it to fluster you, it just feels natural.
it actually took him a little while to be comfortable enough to initiate casual touches when you first started dating. his heart was pounding the first time he reached for your hand, he even accidentally gave it a quick squeeze out of nervousness. but once he felt confident enough, it was impossible to get his hands off you.
when he takes a seat next to you, his hand immediately finds your thigh, patting it a couple times fondly before resting, squeezing playfully here and there. he'll often slide your leg on top of his lap, aiming for both, as the hour goes by.
when you get up, he lets his hand trail down your leg, letting it linger while he looks up at you, the quiet timbre of his voice flustering you when he asks "where you going?" even when you're in public, it makes you want to crawl in his lap and stay there, which he would love, but there's a time and a place.
when he's passing by you as you're sitting on the couch, he'll pat you on the head, often after giving it a kiss, especially when you're busy working on something.
you never asked him to do any of this, but now it's the norm, and it feels just right.
You grab Tim by his tie, dragging him behind you as your high heels click against the floor and god help him he’s into it.
“Wait-“
“I said follow me. You didn’t listen.”
And you’re still dragging him. Don’t help that man he’s exactly where he wants to be. You shove him in an empty meeting room.
“You. You lied.” You back him to the wall.
“You let me handle them alone, you said you’d show up to the meeting, you did not.” You continue, a finger poking his chest accusingly. The tips of his ears go bright red.
“I wanted you to have your moment- it’s your project.” And he also wanted you at his throat but he won’t really say that.
“So you play me?”
“That’s not-“
You shush him with your index on his lips.
“Don’t cut me off, Drake.” He flushes further, letting out a little ‘mm’.
“I’m sorry.” He murmurs, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You try not to smile.
“What was that? Didn’t hear you.”
He drops to his knees, arms wrapped around your body, his chin on your stomach.
“I’m sorry. Won’t do it again. I love you, baby. I’m sorry.. Forgive me..” He murmurs, half lidded blue eyes staring up at you, so freaking desperate it has you biting your lip.
You grab his face, squishing his cheeks in the process, staring down at him before laughing, leaning down and kissing him despite the awkward angle.
He’s on cloud nine.
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inspired by a clip i saw of a kdrama where the fmc drags a guy by his tie,, i thought it was so tim heh..
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