#(( fluffy ))

[everyday-cutephoto]

[ak-nm]

[frontmansdefender]

[sabtastique]

spending his bounteous inheritance

Original photo credit: Pygmy Falcon chick at the San Antonio Zoo

[sukunasleftbanana]

yuji helping you forgive sukuna >.<

You’ve been ignoring him for exactly three hours and forty-two minutes.

Not that you’re counting.

Your phone is face-down on your bed, screen lighting up every couple minutes with his name before going dark again. You don’t touch it, you refuse to because he deserves it.

He really does.

You sit cross-legged on the floor, aggressively reorganizing something that absolutely did not need reorganizing, muttering under your breath.

“Stupid… arrogant… can’t even say sorry properly…”

A knock interrupts you.

You freeze.

Another knock, smaller this time, almost softer.

“…go away,” you mumble, not even looking up.

The door creaks open anyway.

“…hi.”

That voice is not Sukuna’s.

You blink, turning your head, and there he is. Little Yuji. Tiny, pink-cheeked, messy hair, clutching something behind his back like he’s on a secret mission.

Your anger falters instantly. “Yuji?” you soften, sitting up straighter. “What are you doing here?”

He shuffles in, shutting the door carefully behind him like it’s very important he does it quietly. “Um… I came to fix it,” he says, very seriously, like this is the most important task of his life.

Your brows knit. “Fix what?”

He walks over, small steps, then stops right in front of you. His little hands finally come forward, revealing a slightly crumpled drawing.

It’s… you.

And Sukuna.

And Yuji.

All holding hands.

There’s a big, messy red heart drawn over all three of you.

You stare at it. “…Yuji…”

“I made it,” he says quickly. “So you won’t be mad anymore.”

Your chest tightens. “I’m not mad at you,” you say gently.

“I know,” he nods. “You’re mad at him.”

A pause.

“…yeah.”

Yuji looks over his shoulder, like he’s checking for something, then leans in closer to you and whispers-

“He’s really sad.”

You almost scoff, but Yuji keeps going.

“He was walking around and being all grumpy and didn’t even yell at me when I spilled juice,” he says, eyes wide like that’s the ultimate proof. “That means he’s super sad.”

Your lips twitch. “…Did he send you here?”

Yuji hesitates. “…no,” he says. Then quieter, “I just… heard him talking.”

Your heart dips a little. “What was he saying?”

Yuji scrunches his face, trying to remember. “Um… he said… ‘she’s being stupid,’” he starts, and you immediately roll your eyes-

but then he continues-

“…and then he said ‘I messed up.’”

You still. Yuji looks up at you, hopeful. “And then he said he didn’t know how to fix it,” he adds softly. “So I’m fixing it.”

That hits harder than you expect. You look back down at the drawing in your hands, tracing the uneven lines of the three of you. “…he’s bad at apologizing,” you murmur.

“Yeah,” Yuji nods seriously. “He’s bad at a lot of things.” You laugh a little at that.

Silence settles for a second, then Yuji gently pushes the drawing closer into your lap.

“So you forgive him now?”

You hesitate. “…I don’t know.”

His face drops just a little.

“…okay,” he says, but he doesn’t move away.

Instead, he climbs right into your lap like he belongs there, arms wrapping around your middle in a tight little hug.

“He really likes you,” he mumbles into your shirt.

Your breath catches.

“I know he’s mean,” Yuji continues, completely unfiltered, “but he only does that when he’s scared or dumb.”

You choke out a laugh. “Or both,” he adds helpfully.

“…that sounds about right.”

Yuji pulls back just enough to look at you. “So… you don’t have to forgive him a lot,” he negotiates, very serious again. “Just a little bit. Like this much.”

He pinches his fingers together, showing the tiniest gap.

You stare at him.

God.

You sigh, your anger melting in slow, helpless pieces. “…fine,” you mumble. “A little bit.”

Yuji gasps like you just granted a miracle.

“Really?!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you smile, brushing his hair back. “But don’t tell him I said that.”

Yuji grins. “…too late.”

The door behind you creaks again.

You turn-

And there he is.

Sukuna.

Leaning against the frame like he hasn’t moved in ages, arms crossed, trying to look unaffected, but his eyes give him away immediately.

Relieved.

Careful.

Hopeful, even.

“…you sent a five-year-old to do your job?” you raise a brow.

“I didn’t send him,” Sukuna mutters. “He snuck out.”

Yuji beams proudly. “I fixed it.”

Sukuna huffs, pushing off the wall, walking in slowly.

“…did you?” he mutters, eyes flicking to you.

You hold his gaze for a second longer than you should. “…a little bit,” you say.

He exhales quietly, shoulders dropping just slightly. “…good enough.”

Yuji looks between you both, then claps his hands. “Okay! Hug now.”

You and Sukuna both freeze.

“…no,” Sukuna says immediately.

“Do it,” Yuji insists.

“No.”

“Do it.”

You snort.

Sukuna glares at you like this is somehow your fault. Yuji grabs your hand, then Sukuna’s, and before either of you can protest-

he shoves them together.

Your fingers brush Sukuna’s, he doesn’t pull away.

“…there,” Yuji says, satisfied. “Fixed.”

You glance up at Sukuna, and he’s already looking at you.

“…you still mad?” he mutters.

“…a little.”

“…fair.”

A pause.

“…I messed up,” he adds, quieter this time. Real this time.

Your grip on his hand tightens just a little. “…yeah. You did.”

Another pause.

“…I’ll do better,” he says.

You study him, then sigh. “…okay.”

Yuji cheers like someone just won a championship, throwing his arms around both of you at once.

“GROUP HUG.”

Sukuna groans.

You laugh, cheeks turning a faint pink when you feel Sukuna pressing a kiss to your forehead.

[landsccape]

[prettybird-ie]

dating the 141 means break-ins hardly faze you.

i imagine the live camera feed goes off one night while youre lying in bed. new sheets still hugging you warm after the dryer. the boys are off doing their personal night routines, heavy guard dogs lay at your feet.

with the chime of your phone, a notification alerts you of outside movement. you consider it to be a waving branch or passing car, yet check it nonetheless. something about inner intuition.

youre glad you did.

watching silently as someones shadow skirts along the darker parts of around your house. passing the kitchen windows with a ducked head, then round the back.

"fuck," you bite your lip. sighing quietly as you toss your phone. "johnathan!" four heads from the bathroom peek around the doorframe slow, eyes open with the use of a full name. johnny fights a grin, ready to watch his captain get chewed out by their lady.

"..ye' love?"

"theres some weird guy wandering 'round the house outside," you inform dryly. plucking your phone back up and leaving said comment there. you reach for your wine glass on the bedside table, sipping as their hearts fall to their ass.

sure, anxiety stirs low in your gut. nipping at your reason and concious. but youre also keen of what your boys have lived through, the dirtest negotiations and most horrific actions.

alway do they come back home into your arms.

you could blame it on pure lack of sleep, but its nicer to pin it on the assumption youre probably the safest person in town.

so you continue with scrolling through ao3.

paying a half mind as military tense rounds over their bodies. simon whistles for the dogs and grabs his pistol. grunting and rolling his bare shoulders in atonished anger at somones sheer audacity. i mean for fuck sakes the mans tired. 

johnnys sneaking grin falls, replaced by a flat face as hes quick to grab a flashlight and gun. moving out the door on simons heels. big dogs herding around them.

"stay 'ere yeah love? dont open the fuckin' door," johns voice is a low growl. grabbing a hunters knife ( anniversary gift from you, his names carved in the wood ) and moving to the window. room lights flipped off when johnny left. scanning the open grass with an annoyed brow twitch. "kyle, wi' me."

kyle nods, glancing back three times to make sure youre content. careful to lock the bedroom door and leave a weapon with you, which he drills in not to touch less you hear the burglar. with a final glance, hes gone with the rest of them.

your ears perk for movement outside. glass shatters and a door kicks open. youre pretty sure you hear the guy shriek — most definitely simons doing, weird fucker was waiting in the dark — a brisk struggle before the house falls silent, words they dont want you hearing are exchanged then hes thrown out onto the grass.

hes quick to jump up and scurry off, wet pants uncomfortable and now stinking.

you sigh with annoyance, replacing windows was the biggest bitch. but whatever, sukuna is realizing his love for Y/N.