The eagerly awaited part 2 of the DILF!Steve concert saga is here!! Part 1, in case you missed it.
"You're not going."
"Come on! I haven't thrown up in an hour!"
"The drive to the venue is an hour and a half."
"Steve-"
"And if you throw up in my car-"
"Oh my God-"
"I'll kill you."
Steve doesn't need to see Dustin's eye roll in order to feel the full force of it through the phone.
"I'll just kill you. You'll have a headstone within the week that says Here Lies Dustin Henderson: Rightfully Murdered for Puking in Steve Harrington's Car," he continues as he packs Capri-Suns into the cooler for the car ride.
He doesn't remember ever being that thirsty as a kid, but if Anna wants strawberry kiwi, Anna gets strawberry kiwi. It helps that it's Steve's favorite flavor, too.
"I'd need a big ass headstone to fit all of that," Dustin snaps.
"Your big-ass ego would demand no less, shithead," Steve shoots back.
"Swear jar, Daddy!" Anna calls from her room, across the house because while she doesn't listen to Steve when he's right in front of her, she can hear him break the swear jar rule from halfway across the world.
He zips up the cooler, fishes a quarter out of his pocket, and throws it into the half-full soup can next to the stove.
(A quarter doesn't mean much, but Anna doesn't know that. The day Steve teaches that kid about inflation is the day his pockets become permanently empty.)
"Did she just swear jar you?" Dustin asks from over the phone.
"You baited me into it."
"I did no such thing."
Steve rolls his eyes. "You're not coming, though, are you?"
Dustin sighs, and, for all his teasing, Steve does genuinely feel bad. "I still feel like if I breathe wrong, I'll hurl, so, no. I don't think I'll manage the car ride, nevermind the actual show."
"Sorry dude."
"Don't be. Some dickhead will live stream the whole thing on Instagram, anyway. I'll live vicariously through them."
Steve snorts and picks up the cooler. He got Anna dressed beforehand, so it's just a matter of getting her to stop playing with whatever toy she dug up - Play-Doh has been the fixation of the week - in her room so they can go.
"Besides," Dustin continues, and Steve hates where this is going. "Anna loved the show, and you've got a reason-"
"Nope," Steve says, knocking on Anna's door. "Don't finish that sentence."
"All I'm saying-"
"I know what you're gong to say, which means you know my answer. I don't date."
Anna opens her door. From the little Steve can see inside, there are at least three containers of Play-Doh open and strewn across the floor. He thinks her Barbies are involved in it somehow.
"Time to go," Steve says, and he thinks, Please don't let there be Play-Doh in the Barbie hair.
"Five more minutes," Anna tries.
"Nope. Clean up and roll out."
"Hi, Anna," Dustin says through the phone.
"Uncle Dusty!" Anna shrieks, and she starts jumping up and down. "Are you comin', too?"
Dustin sighs, and Steve can't tell if it's at the nickname or if he's still cursing the universe. "No, but you and your dad have a great time, okay?"
"Can you, can you tell Daddy I should get five more minutes?"
Steve raises his eyebrows at her. Anna, to her credit, ignores him wonderfully.
"If you clean up," Dustin says, because he's actually Steve's favorite person right now, "you get to do more headbanging at the concert."
Anna gasps like Steve didn't already tell her that earlier today, and she gets to work on putting her toys away. Steve helps, of course, and he finds that there is, in fact, Play-Doh in two of her Barbies' hair.
Fun. They're going to turn into Buzzcut Barbies when Anna goes to sleep because he can already tell that they are the furthest thing from salvageable.
But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is getting Anna in the car, deploying the first two of many strawberry kiwi Capri Suns from the cooler, and making the drive to the venue, which Steve does with minimal road rage and accompanied by the Disney radio station.
Success by all metrics, really.
Dinner might as well be now, so Steve shells out a truly disgusting amount of money for overpriced chicken nuggets and fries at the venue. Anna will only eat half her portion but say she's hungry later, but that's what the snacks and water Steve smuggled in via his jacket are for.
They get to their seats, dinner finished up, just as the lights go down for the first opener. Steve looks to his left, half-expecting Eddie and his friends to be there before remembering that they won't be.
He tries not to feel too disappointed. He fails miserably.
The seat next to him, however, isn't empty. There's a note taped to the back of it, one addressed to Steve and Miss Anna, so Steve feels alright taking and opening it.
At the top, there's a messily scrawled phone number. Underneath, it says:
Here's my number. Probably a bad idea to call with all the noise. Texting works, though you should do that after the show. I'll be a little busy until then.
-Eddie
Steve puts the note in his pocket, puts Anna's ear defenders on, puts his own earplugs in, and looks at the stage, where-
Hang on.
He squints at the stage, where four guys have started playing a song that, frankly, sounds too much like literally all the music Steve listened to yesterday for him to care about all that much. The drummer is pretty small, with wild, curly hair. The bassist looks familiar. The lead singer, who is very talented but not to Steve's personal taste, also looks familiar. And the guitarist-
No way. No way in hell.
It's a total coincidence. Lots of guys have long, curly hair and heavy jewelry and big eyes and are wearing formal wear, for some reason, and catch Steve's eye, and-
"Thank you for such a great welcome!" the guitarist says, and his smile totally isn't doing anything to Steve, thanks very much.
Anna stops moving, where she's standing next to Steve, and climbs up into his lap to get a better look at the stage. She looks out, then back at Steve, then out, then back at Steve, making a face as confused as Steve feels.
Some days, he thinks he ended up with a clone, not a kid.
"I'll get off the mic in a second. I only do the talking because Jeff," the guitarist points at the lead singer, who ducks his head, "is really shy."
Jeff. That name is definitely relevant, but Steve is a permanent resident of denial.
"We fought about what song we were going to include next in our set list, so much so that we didn't decide until yesterday and had to consult a tiebreaker."
Okay, maybe Steve is a less permanent resident of denial than he thought.
"So, thank you to Miss Anna, who did great at headbanging for her first time-"
Anna whips around so fast, her forehead nearly collides with Steve's jaw.
"And to Steve, who's a big fan of American Psycho."
At the song name, the crowd loses their minds, and if Anna wasn't sitting right in front of him, Steve would join them.
Because what the fuck is happening right now?
His question isn't answered. In fact, about five more questions pop up in its stead when, during the bridge of the song, Jeff puts on a clear rain jacket and picks up a prop axe.
Please, God, don't let this traumatize my kid, Steve thinks.
Anna, thankfully, doesn't get scared. When Jeff brings the axe down, again and again, Steve's weirdo daughter fucking smiles. And giggles. It's kind of cute, actually.
When the song ends, she turns back to Steve.
"That's Eddie onstage," Steve says, and saying it, somehow, makes it real.
"I thought so!" Anna says, and she turns back to watch the show. Steve puts an arm around her waist so she doesn't fall off his lap when she bangs her head to the music.
The rest of the songs, in Steve's opinion, are better than the opening song. They're more melodic, which Steve can definitely get behind, and each of them has a gimmick onstage, all based off of various horror movies. It's ridiculous, but also really, really cool.
And Eddie, onstage, because it is the same guy who flirted with him and was so sweet to Anna yesterday, is really, really hot.
Steve has never had a thing for guitarists before. He's never had a thing for musicians before. Hell, until a year ago, he didn't realize he had a thing for men.
Eddie is. Uh. Yeah. Really doing it for him.
Steve doesn't know whether it's his enthusiasm, or the way he moves, or seeing his hair tied up, or the fucking dress pants and suspenders, or just his hands, but he does know he has to get himself in check because this is an all ages show and he's here with his daughter.
He already knows he can't add these songs to his grading playlist, not when they're accompanied by visuals of Eddie playing his guitar.
Sweet Jesus.
"Alright, that's our set!" Eddie says. "Thanks, y'all, for sticking around for us, and let's give it up for the next act!"
The crowd, including Anna and Steve, cheer as they exit and the lights go up.
Steve fishes his phone out of his pocket, fully intending to add Eddie's number to his contacts, and is greeted by not one, not two, but sixteen missed calls from Dustin Henderson.
Naturally, Steve calls him back. "Who died?"
"What the fuck?" Dustin yells, and Steve just puts the phone on speaker to save the rest of his hearing. "Did Eddie fucking Munson just personally thank you from the stage?"
"Swear jar, Uncle Dusty!" Anna says.
"Sorry," Dustin says. "But Steve. Answers. Now."
"How do you even-"
"Instagram live. Is Eddie the guy you were telling me about yesterday?"
Steve takes his phone off speaker. Prior experience tells him that this conversation has a less than zero chance of staying PG, nevermind PG-13.
"Yeah," Steve says. "He is."
"The one who flirted with you, and you forgot to ask for his number."
"Well, I have it now."
"What?" Dustin shrieks, and Steve is incredibly thankful that he didn't take his earplugs out.
"He left me his number on the seat."
"Text him."
"I was going to, until I saw that you called me sixteen times."
"Jesus Christ, Eddie Munson was flirting with you."
Steve rolls his eyes and hands a pack of gummy bears to Anna when she taps his arm. "He could have just been nice. I don't even know if he's into guys."
"Have you looked at him?"
"Wow, Dustybuns, I didn't know you were homophobic."
"I think it's the complete opposite of homophobic to try to get you laid."
"Hanging up!" Steve shouts because a part of him will never see Dustin as any older than thirteen, and no thirteen year old should ever say that.
"Text-"
Steve hangs up the call. "Can I have a gummy bear?"
"No," Anna says, mouth full, in her seat, legs swinging.
"I bought them."
She shrugs. "You gave them to me. Mine now."
Steve stares. She stares right back.
He sighs and opens a new pack of gummy bears.
With his mouth full of sweet Haribo corpses, Steve takes out the note and adds Eddie to his contacts. Before he can overthink it, he sends him a message:
I guess I don't have to ask you what you do for a living. Just so we're even on that front, I'm a teacher, and Anna's full time job is preschool.
He tucks his phone back into his pocket and focuses on making this a good experience for Anna, who somehow wormed her way into a conversation with the intimidating-looking couple sitting next to her.
Because it's totally not like a literal rockstar is going to text him back. Right?
Synopsis: If only, I had met you before, I would have loved you until the end. But time keeps on ticking, and you made your choice, to leave me here, with all the love i could give you.
(Reader has a time manipulation cursed technique, and she goes a lil cray cray after the shinjuku showdown, stuff happens and she ends up going back in time to fix everything)
Warnings: Angst! Lots of it, hurt/comfort, canon violence, codependency, sukuna is his own warning, tags will be updated as the story continues.
A/N: Heeeeyyy everyone, welcome to my first fic for this fandom! Obligatory english is not my first language and none of this has been proof read, I'm so excited to share this with all of you!! This fic got me in a choke hold, and I've been working on it even through fever and shit so im so sorry if this sucks 🥺 im planning on this being just a few parts long and im really hoping i can do justice to the story i have in my head. Likes, reblogs and comments are my life force and always welcome! Lemme know what you think, first chapter should be up later today or tomorrow!
or: THE FIRST CHAPTER TO NO ASTROPAHE AROACE STRATTLAND!!!
sailors fear the jellyfish - Ria_Writes_Stuff - Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir [Archive of Our Own]
title shortened from: 'Sharks just want to play, experienced sailors fear the jellyfish'
In the canon universe we know, Eva Stratt and Ryland Grace would never be able to have more than what they did: a fleeting friendship, brushing the surface of what they *could* be but never dipping deeper. Stratt had a job to do. Grace had a world to save.
Here, however, meeting years earlier and in a universe where the sun will never dim, things go a little differently.
OR
aroace strattland working themselves out in the world, figuring out how to settle into the secret third thing that makes their lives so much better. Domestic fluff, years worth of waiting, two souls that just connect, even if they could never explain quite how, A shark and a jellyfish, bobbing their way through the ocean.
ive been promising this for weeks
i fucking love aroace strattland and im obssessed with this dynamic
Hi Ria! <3 For the build-a-fic prompts, I'll send you:
𖹭 QUOTE: stop smiling like that. it's distracting.
𖹭 FEELING: warmth
𖹭 TROPE: almost kissing but someone interrupts
Good luck! :) And, as always, no pressure.
Hi PT!!! <3 Thank you for your prompt!!!
Did I hear someone mention tooth-rotting fluff and soulmate!AU? Because this is just what this is, plus some fun cameos and a little bit of world-building because we can't have a soulmate!AU without that, can we?
I hope you have fun with this fic and happy reading!
You can alternatively read it on AO3.
(Find the build-a-fic prompts here.)
The aftermath of the organization‘s downfall has been a struggle. For Shuuichi it has been endless hours perched inside of grey conference rooms where one meeting turned into fifty more and his only salvation were the five minutes he was able to smoke on the roof. The silence is the thing he misses the most about his life as Okiya Subaru. That and the freedom his new identity has brought even if only for a little while. There hasn‘t been much silence after that.
Everyone had something to say about the whole operation, especially those who were never involved. There were many questions and opinions. Accusations, criticism, suggestions. Shuuichi listened to them with the same patience he gave to all aspects of his job until that one perfect, beautiful moment when Rei snapped and just walked out of there. Then and only then did Shuuichi leave his spot near the wall and followed him. They haven‘t looked back since.
But there were other moments in between that left an even more bitter taste.
The night he held a crying Jodie in the hospital while they waited for Camel‘s surgery. His wound was her final straw for a much needed break-down. One he was partly responsible for. He stayed with her until they were sure that their colleague, and friend, was awake and recovering. It was Rei who picked them up the next day with freshly brewed tea instead of coffee because “you really need to sleep once you get home” and self-made sandwiches. Jodie embraced them both when they said their goodbyes and Shuuichi kissed him breathless once they reached home, his love for him stronger than ever.
There was also the day of Masumi‘s tears when they finally met properly again, the admiration and hurt in her eyes a fuel to the guilt he has been burying for years. He will never regret his decision to investigate their father‘s disappearance but his siblings did not deserve to be abandoned with their mother. He can never make up for his absence and all the pain they went through because of him, but he can try to be better for them now.
Or that night Shinichi ended up in front of their door soaked to the bone from the heavy rain and seeking comfort for maybe the first time in his life because he and the girl he fancied were no soulmates after all and she might never forgive him for taking Edogawa Conan away from her as well. Shuuichi left that one to Rei mostly, opting to heat water for them and offer moral support when needed.
And that‘s not even counting all the other instances where someone they know had to deal with the terrifying reality that everything was indeed over. They have all been waiting for it, but now that it actually happened, more than one were unable to cope.
But all of that is unimportant now.
It‘s been almost a year since the end and it‘s time for the FBI to return to the United States. It could have been a quiet, professional affair, a plane ticket and a handshake with a colleague or two, but the Detective Boys got wind of it and insisted on a farewell party. Someone suggested barbecue, Shuuichi suspects Genta, and that is how they have all ended up in Professor Agasa‘s garden.
The atmosphere is festive enough. There are balloons hanging in the bushes and trees and the children are running around, their cheer a welcome distraction from the last busy days. He notices Shiho watching them with a fond smile from her seat next to Shinichi who is in deep discussion with Masumi and Hattori. Shuuichi suspects a case but he‘s too far to confirm his theory.
Talk of the party has also spread across town because there are regularly people hopping in to say their goodbyes, chat and help themselves to some foods. In the moment it‘s the inspectors Takagi, Satou and Chiba who wait in front of the grill while Rei and Camel prepare their meat. It surprised Shuuichi that his soulmate allowed the other man to aid him as particular as he is in the kitchen, but maybe that‘s something reserved for him again.
Rei is all but shining tonight. It‘s not his Amuro shine, his perfect act that fools most people and that he can throw over himself like a cloak whenever needed. No this is all Rei, content, safe and happy. And that smile. That beautiful smile. Shuuichi can barely look away from him.
“Shuu!”
Blinking, he turns to Jodie who is looking at him in apparent amusement. This is obviously not the first time she called him. “I apologize,” he says. “You were saying?”
“I only reminded you that you should come visit from time to time,” she says with a fondness he doesn‘t deserve. “I‘m sure Furuya can endure a holiday in the US for you.”
Shuuichi laughs. “I wouldn‘t count on it.”
Don‘t make me sound like a tyrant, he hears Rei‘s voice in his head. His words are colored with angry embarrassment and it makes Shuuichi smile happily. Of course we will visit your friends.
Will we? he decides to provoke him. You hate America.
Not all of America, he points out. And even the US is supposed to have some beautiful landscapes I heard.
Alright. “Rei wants you to know that we will of course visit you,” he tells Jodie who glances in Rei‘s direction.
“I keep forgetting that you can do this now,” she muses.
It‘s a common sentiment that always baffles him. Telepathic bonds are not uncommon with soulmates, especially romantic ones. The deeper the bond, the deeper the connection was the rule and Shuuichi always knew that theirs would be strong once they are able to commit to their bond. He has been very patient, as Rye, in their time apart and in all those months they finally started to get closer again. When Rei was still undercover as Bourbon they couldn‘t afford for him to get distracted and he even agreed to wait out the aftermath, but ever since they‘ve walked out of that conference room, Shuuichi was done waiting.
They wasted enough years. He never wants to be apart again. Fortunately, and unbelievably, Rei shares this sentiment. Shuuichi will never forget the moment they bond was finally realized and Rei was just there, their feelings, minds and souls forever connected like it was always supposed to be. Being able to communicate with their thoughts is only one of the many perks this new connection has brought them. It didn‘t end their misunderstandings, but it makes it easier to resolve them because Rei now knows what Shuuichi doesn‘t say and Shuuichi knows when his soulmate needs reassurance rather than advice.
You‘re impossible, Rei states, his fondness warming Shuuichi from the inside. Pay more attention to your friend. She‘ll be gone in a few hours.
Then stop smiling like that. It‘s distracting.
He watches as Rei raises his head from the meat to send a glare his way. Better?
“I haven‘t seen that one in a while,” Jodie comments with a laugh. “I‘m glad things are going well between the two of you. Have you already decided what you are going to do next?”
“Not yet, no. I‘ve found some affordable properties on the countryside, but Rei is reluctant to leave the city.” Which is understandable. They both lived most of their lives in cities. A life in the country would need some getting used to for both of them but Shuuichi imagines it to be quiet and peaceful. Just what they need after everything they‘ve been through. But Rei doesn‘t want to settle as long as he hasn‘t decided on his professional future. Secretly he also wants to keep them available for Shuuichi‘s family, Shinichi and even the children although he would never openly admit it.
Shuuichi can‘t argue with that, not when it means that Rei is opening up to other people and wants to support them. He won‘t mind some more years in Tokyo although it might be nice to get a property as long as the market is still stable. They can always move later. Or it can be a summer house to spend their vacations in until they settle there for good. He decides to add this to his list of arguments when they discuss this next time.
Jodie studies him in surprise. “You‘ve really changed.”
“Soulmates change everyone,” Yukiko chimes in, appearing right before him, covering his view on Rei. She flashes them her most charming smile and presses new drinks into their hands before she continues: “Look at me for example. Before Yusaku I was a real heartbreaker, obviously, but ever since we have had our bond, I‘ve become the most doting wife.” Most doting wife was not a description Shuuichi would use for her, but he has long since learned not to question her too much. “Just like Shuu-chan will be the most perfect husband.” She sighs theatrically. “Rei-chan is so lucky.”
“I‘m sure you are also very lucky,” Jodie says before Shuuichi has the opportunity to stop her. “Your husband seems very charming.”
Does she know what she just did? Rei asks in his thoughts. Shuuichi is not surprised that he is still listening. His jealousy of Yukiko is endearing. As if he would ever fall for a married woman, or anyone, while Rei exists.
She will in a second. Shuuichi watches a sparkle appear in her eyes and takes a sip of his new drink. Lemonade. Delicious if only a little too sweet for his taste.
“You are absolutely right, of course,” Yukiko starts and pulls out her phone. “My Yusaku is the most wonderful man in the whole world! Have you already heard the news? We‘ve got another contract for a TV show for his latest series that will…”
“Apologies,” Shuuichi interrupts her. “I‘ll be right back.”
“What? Shuu!” Jodie calls but is hindered by Yukiko who continues with her praise for her husband. Experience has taught him that this can last a while, especially once she opens her social media feed. On another day he would humor her for a little while, but this party has been long enough already. He avoids every other attempt to drag him into a conversation with a charming smile and a quick “toilet” as the universal accepted excuse for privacy and escapes inside the house. Only to cross it for another door.
He steps into a different part of the garden that is blessedly abandoned in the moment. There is a bench here, hidden between several bushes. The sun is shining on it at this time of day and he sits down with a satisfied sigh. He can still hear the voices and laughter of the other guests from here, but for now he has found blissful solitude.
It‘s the perfect opportunity to get some rest, so he closes his eyes and enjoys the warmth of the sun. Habit makes him long for a cigarette, but he promised Rei to quit smoking for his health since they‘ve formed their bond. “After everything we‘ve been through, I‘m not loosing you to lung cancer,” he argued when they discussed it. “Or don‘t you want to grow old with me?” And how could he deny him that? He still misses it though. Smoking is another universally accepted excuse for privacy. He‘ll have to come up with new ways to get away from people in the future.
The next few minutes he is left to his own devices. At least until he both feels and sees a shadow falling over him when someone comes to stand in front of him.
“So here‘s where you‘re hiding,” Rei says. Shuuichi smiles when he feels the back of his hand against his forehead. You‘re warm, Rei adds in their thoughts, his worry resonating between them.
Shuuichi opens his eyes to see his soft expression he only shows when they‘re on their own. These subtle reminders of Rei‘s love for him never fail to take his breath away.
“Sit with me?” he asks him.
Rei raises an eyebrow at him but climbs on his lap without complains. Shuuichi wraps his arms around him and enjoys the feeling of his body close to his. The only thing better than solitude is spending it with his soulmate.
“You‘re tired,” Rei whispers and starts to caress Shuuichi‘s neck in a soothing manner. “We can go home if you want. I don‘t think anyone will mind.”
“Have I told you how beautiful you are today?”
“Shuuichi.”
“Because you are. The most beautiful, caring, loving partner in the whole world.”
Rei sighs. “How can you just say these things?” You are the one who is the most beautiful, caring and loving partner in the world, he thinks. I‘m just me.
And I wouldn‘t have you any other way, Shuuichi reminds him. “We can stay,” he answers Rei‘s original question. “Let‘s just rest here for a minute. You have been at that grill for hours. Have you even eaten?”
“Have you?” Deflection of his question. Coming from Rei that‘s as good as a confession.
“Let‘s eat together then. We can find out what Shinichi and my sister are up to while we‘re at it.”
“You‘re too late. They left with the police right before I came to find you.”
“Oh? And you didn‘t join them?”
Rei gives him a look. “It‘s a textbook murder in Shinjuku and the place will be flooded with police. They‘ll call if they need a ride, but until that moment I‘d rather stay with you.”
Shuuichi feels into their bond for a moment and only finds sincerity, love and some embarrassment about this admittance. Rei still struggles with expressing his needs. Shuuichi usually gets to the bottom of them anyway thanks to their bond, but it‘s always far more precious if he outrightly tells him what he wants. It needs encouragement.
“Alright,” he says and makes sure that Rei can feel his devotion for him. “Then we stay together till the morning.”
He leans in to seal the promise with a kiss. Their breaths already mingle when a loud gasp interrupts them. Rei‘s body tenses at once, his Japanese upbringing kicking in whenever there are strangers around. Shuuichi looks up to glare at the intruder. It‘s that karate kid who is dating Mouri Ran‘s best friend. Sonoko‘s voice can be heard from the other side of the garden, but she obviously misplaced her quieter half.
The boy blushes under Shuuichi‘s gaze, but keeps his composure. “I apologize,” he says politely. “I‘m, uhm, looking for the toilet.”
Ah, another poor soul looking for some solitude. He would be more empathetic if he didn‘t interrupt them right before a kiss. “Inside, down the floor, the second door on the right,” Shuuichi gives him directions. “Now leave.”
“Of course. Thank you.” The boy bows and disappears back inside. Smart.
Satisfied that they‘re alone again, he turns back to Rei who is trying to suppress his laughter. “Now leave?” he repeats and starts laughing in honest. “You‘re so…”
Shuuichi doesn‘t wait to find out what he wants to say. Instead he pulls him closer and presses their lips together, loving the way Rei instantly relaxes against him. I‘ve wanted to kiss you for hours, he let‘s him know while his tongue glides into Rei‘s mouth.
I know, his soulmate replies and deepens their kiss.
They stay like that for seconds, minutes, hours. Time looses its meaning when they are lost like this in each other, their bodies and souls demanding what they need.
It‘s only when his own, traitorous stomach starts growling that Rei ends their kiss with another, beautiful laugh. “Okay, that‘s enough. It‘s enough for now!” he repeats and gently pushes him away as Shuuichi tries to lean in for one last kiss. “Let‘s take care of your other hunger first and then go home. We should continue this in bed.”
Shuuichi grins at him. “You‘ve read my mind.”
The aftermath of the organization‘s fall has been a struggle. But every day spend with his beloved soulmate makes it all worth it.
layouts are so fucking hard to do :')
playlist(s) as promised: playlist #1 (click me) playlist #2 (click me)
★ ・Fav sex position ? He seems like a legs up missionary type of dude. I think he would like the feeling of your legs trembling under him after a couple of rounds knowing that he can snap your legs like little twigs and of course because he likes the little whimpers you let out. Even in his true form the mouth on his stomach loves to lick all on your legs and slick upping your sensitivity.
☆ ・Even though your his wife doesn't mean you get special treatment, that's what he says anyway but you know that's a lie. All he does is sit on a pile of bones all day so he has no choice but to pamper his adorable wife every now and then !
★ ・He may be stuck in a 15 year olds body but that doesn't stop him from having alone time with his wife, him and Yuji have a little schedule were for 3 hours a day Sukuna would then get alone time with you! This of course means that he plans the best date nights for you (the best he can anyways)
☆ ・Don't take his sweetness for granted because this man is rough. Even during make out sessions, his hands have a tight grip on your hips. Doesn't matter how much you squirm to get away. Even in the morning, after having a long night of his cock slapping against your cunt, pumping you full. You know for a fact he left marks on your lower back and thighs, and with the way your uniform is made everyone can see the marks left behind by your lover , now everyone knows your his.
★ ・No curse or human being would ever dare to put their hands on his dear wife. He may not be around much but when he gets to see you he would know immediately that someone dared to touch you and kill them instantly with you watching.
☆ ・And because you are his wife, you became the most protected human ever. If anybody happened to hurt you he wouldn't know what to do with himself ! No like literally because you're the one person who can actually get him to be reasonable at times
★ ・Throne sex is a daily thing for you and him, it always starts off with him asking more like making for you sit in his lap, and his hands roaming around your body, feeling all of your curves while sitting so peacefully in his lap, not expecting to have your brains fucked out and you screaming his name out like a prayer
Yuji is tired of y’all
Ngl I kinda want his fingers inside me ˃ᴗ˂
Somebody needs to tell me how people get to change their text colors to be other colors than the basic ones :c
Edit : hihi 2025 me here ! This is literally so old and embarrassing to read I’m so sorry yall 😭
Summary: after an accidental text that slowly turns into a friendship, you start crushing on your anonymous friend… not knowing you’ve met in real life.
Contains: fluff, angst?, kind of slowburn, au set in the real world, some smau at some point, occ at times.
A/N: hey guys!! I hope you like this series. It’s heavily based on a movie by the same name, check it out it’s on netflix. Taglist is open!! Just comment here or send an ask.
Intro - wc: 489
After receiving a text at 3 am, you can’t help but feel sorry for the sender.
Pt 1: Anonymously Hate You - wc: 2.4k
Maybe texting the random number from the day before can get your mind off the insufferable new student.
Pt 2: Anonymously Knowing You - wc: 1.7k
As you start to find comfort in your new friendship you establish some rules to keep yourself anonymous.
Pt 2.5: No. 1 Party Anthem
Pt3: Anonymously Helping You - wc: ??
You decided to help Clarisse out with her new crush, slowly growing closer to Luke in the process.
Pt 3.5: The Perfect Pair
Pt4: Anonymously Falling for You - wc??
After becoming closer thanks to certain couple you and Luke start hanging out alone, much to Percy’s disapproval.
