#two gays

[orihitori]

Cute boys :p

[strayuru]

< NOT SO QUIET SECRETS. >

( Suguru x Satoru fic. ) Maybe those secrets meetings Suguru has aren’t so secret after all. A fic in which his daughters question him about those “meetings.”

Mimiko and Nanako sat cross-legged on the carpet, building a tower of colorful blocks, and Suguru Geto? He’d watched his beloved daughters from his place on the couch. his expression softened in a way no one outside of this place would ever see. after all, the curse absorber’s life had taken twists he’d never expected—from becoming a cult leader to an unexpectedly doting father— in such quiet moments, Suguru truly found an odd kind of peace.

Meaning no chaos, no monkeys— no one trying to make a mess of his day. or so he thought. Suguru’s gaze drifted from the girls, his mind wandering until it settled, as it often did, on a certain someone.

Satoru Gojo.

His, Satoru.

That annoyingly, cocky, brilliant, infuriatingly handsome man. just the thought of him was enough to make Suguru’s heart flutter. Satoru always had a way of getting under his skin, always driving him to the farther point of the brink, and yet somehow, he made Suguru alive in ways he didn’t dare to admit. before Suguru realized it, a small, private smile tugged at the corners of his mouth — before dreamily sighing with a mutter under his breath. “he’s so amazing.”

The clack of blocks paused as Mimiko looked up at him, curious eyes widening. “I thought you hated him?”

“What?” he blurted, caught off guard. “Hate? W..Why would you say that?”

Both daughters exchanged a look, with one tilting her head in confusion before speaking up. “Well… last week when that man came over, I heard you both in the bedroom,” Nanako said — voice cautious. “You were.. screaming at him?”

Suguru felt his stomach flip. oh god.. first off, she heard them? And moreover, the screaming Nanako overheard hadn’t been out of anger—no, quite the opposite. But how could he explain that?

“Oh, that…” force out a laugh. force it out. “Those were…”

Sound casual. Sound casual!

“…happy screams.”

Suguru might’ve died a little inside admitting that one.

But Mimiko gave him a suspicious look, glancing at her sister. “They didn’t sound happy,” she said slowly. “And then you punched the wall and yelled the f-word.”

There was no guarantee his face wasn’t red. The f-word? HOW? He was always so careful about keeping his language clean around the girls, but… well, that particular day had been intense. As Suguru desperately searched for a way to respond, memories from that visit surfaced, unbidden.

He cursed Satoru silently, recalling him showing up unexpectedly with that sad energy and insufferable look, slipping past all of Suguru’s defenses with the same effortless charm he’d always had. He’d tried— oh, he did to keep his guard up, but one look into those blue eyes and it was over. One realization, at realizing Satoru’s true intentions here as he’d leaned in, his presence warm and close… became too impossible to resist.

It was all painfully clear now: How he’d clutched Satoru. voice breaking free in a way he’d never allowed himself to show. He remembered how his hands tightened in the sheets, how he’d nearly lost his mind, and yes… he’d been loud. Very, shamelessly, loud. Loud enough that his daughters had, apparently, heard everything.

Many times.

At this point, there was nothing Suguru could do but hide his face. “Um… I don’t… remember that…”

“I do! You said, ‘Oh my f***ing god!’” Nanako mimicked, her small voice imitating his with surprising accuracy. as if it could get any worse, Mimiko catching on, stomped over to the blocks, her arms lifted dramatically as she shouted, “Oh my f***ing god!”

Suguru groaned, mortified, his smile a mixture of embarrassment and reluctant amusement. “Okay, okay,” he lifted a hand, trying to regain control of the situation. “Let’s not… talk about that.” he forced himself to smile, mind racing. Suguru needed a distraction—fast. “You see ‘the man’ and I were just… playing a fun grown-up game..”

Nanako looked unconvinced. “But you played it seven times,” she pointed out — brows knitting in confusion. The curse absorber coughed, forcing a laugh. “Six.. in a half.. actually… but that’s not important,” he said, scrambling for a way out. “How about I make dinner instead?” he suggested, clapping his hands together, desperate to change the subject. the girls shared a look, finally relenting, and Suguru exhaled, relieved. Thank god. Thank fucking god. But even so, he couldn’t help but think of two things: one, to silently curse Satoru with every step, and two, note to self: definitely find a quieter place next time.

[tamaloid3]

THE EYES

[topleftfoodchest]

if these two don't get a happy ending I will be on the news

[greenlightbulbonawire]

Say hi new comfort ship everyone!! :3

Not my usual content but the obsession with transformers has got me good 😖

[dominom3th]

SORRY FOR BEING SO INACTIVEEEE

School has been KILLING ME like SERIOUSLY UGHH

anyway have these two fuckers cause ya know- theyre my favorite :3

Jack and Faulty are mineeee NO STEALING YA FUCKS- not like yall would anyway lmao <3

[something-tragic-and-pretty]

No I like Sirius and Regulus angst but-

I want Regulus and Sirius with matching star constellation tattoos. Sirius playing piano and regulus joint him on a violin. Stealing each others toast in the morning. Inside jokes. Pranks on the paintings on the walls. A language made of them simply raising their eyebrows at each other, jibes in French, retorts in Latin. Competitions about who could quote Shakespeare or Homer most accurately. Laughter in Grimuald place. Secret hugs and shared cigarettes. Random Christmas presents. Regulus’ favourite flower and quote engraved on his grave. Because no one else would have cared enough to know or notice, no one apart from Sirius.