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mari ☆ sol ! currently listening: White Noiz - Akira Yamaoka ୨ৎ

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hi mari🥺

how have you been doing

lowk ts feels like I'm writing a love letter for some reason idk

but yeah, hope you've been good. didn't check blr for a long time and realising that you're not an engene anymore lowk hurts but is also relatable😭 idrk what else to say honestly

genuinely wish you all the best for your jjk endeavours tho🫶

- 🎀 anon

OMGGG I JUST SAW THIS 😭😭 IM SO SORRY IM NOW EMPLOYED AND WORKED 3 DAYS STRAIGHT 🥹✌🏼 ive been well and I miss you hehe.. yeah.. uhh lwky it started bc I started listening to other genres 😞 THANK YOU CHOSO IS MY MAN I LITCH HAVE A FLAG OF HIM IM MY ROOM ✌🏼✌🏼

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I promise I’m writing but March was BUSY ASS MONTH omg 😭😭😭

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Not a engene anymore but heeseung leaving??

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── .✦ using choso when you're ovulating !!

it started innocently enough. 

you’d been feeling that familiar, deep-seated ache, a restless heat simmering under your skin that made every brush of fabric feel like too much and not enough. choso noticed immediately,

of course. he always did.

“you’re so tense today,” he murmured, setting down the book he was reading. his dark eyes were full of soft concern. he came over to where you were fidgeting on the couch and knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his. “what do you need? tell me. i’ll take care of you.”

he said it with such sweet, solemn certainty. he had no idea.

“just you,” you’d said, pulling him up for a kiss. it was supposed to be chaste, but you couldn’t help it—you licked into his mouth, biting his lower lip, your hands sliding under his shirt to feel the warm, firm planes of his back. he made a soft sound of surprise but kissed you back, gentle and thorough.

“mmh… okay,” he breathed against your lips. “i can do that.”

that was ten hours ago.

since then, you haven’t been able to leave him alone. it’s like a magnetic pull. you trail after him into the kitchen while he tries to make tea, pressing against his back, kissing the nape of his neck, your hands sneaking around to palm the growing bulge in his sweatpants. he gasps, nearly dropping the kettle.

“ah—nngh, w-wait, let me just—the w-water!—”

but you’re already sinking to your knees right there on the kitchen tile, nuzzling at him through the soft fabric. he lets out a high, strained whine, his fingers tangling in your hair. “not… n-not here… oh, fuck…”

you give him a break. for about seven minutes.

he’s sitting at the small table, finally trying to eat the simple meal he’d prepared, chopsticks in hand. you slide into his lap, straddling him, knocking the chopsticks from his grip. you grind down against him, capturing his mouth in another searing kiss. he tastes like rice and mild surprise.

“mmph—my food!” he protested weakly, his hands coming up to grip your hips, holding you still for a second. his resolve lasted about three seconds before he was kissing you back, his own hunger quickly overriding the one for his abandoned dinner. “o-oh… oh, god…”

you rocked against him, feeling him harden instantly beneath you, and a pathetic little moan escaped his throat. “ah!please, i can’t think—”

“you said you’d take care of me,” you whispered against his lips, sucking the bottom one into your mouth.

“i am—i’m trying—” he breathed, but he was already lifting you, carrying you the few stumbling steps to the nearest wall, pinning you against it as he devoured your mouth. he was already unraveling, and you’d barely started. “just… let me… ngh!”

you lost track of how many times you pulled him to the edge. on the couch, your hand down his pants, stroking him until he was shaking and begging with quiet, broken sounds.

“r-right there, please— fuckfuckfuck— i-i’m gonna—ah! ah, no, don’t stop, please d-don’t stop—!”

naturally, you stopped. you pulled away and he cried out, a frustrated, aching sound.

then you're in the hallway, pushing him against the wall to suck a bruise into his throat while you rubbed him through his clothes.

“your mouth… feels s'good, i’m close, i’m so close, please— oh god— please let me come this t-time, please—”

you didn’t. you gave him a moment to breathe, to think he’d regained some control.

he never did.

now he was flat on his back on the bed, and he looked utterly debauched. his hair was a mess against the pillows, his face flushed a deep, beautiful red. tears of overstimulation clung to his long lashes. 

he was naked, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach, but he was trembling all over, sensitive to the point of pain. you were straddling his thighs, not even touching him there, just watching him fall apart.

“please,” he whimpered, his voice hoarse and wrecked. he tried to lift a hand to touch you, but it fell back to the mattress, boneless. “just a minute, please, i can’t—my head is s-so empty, i can’t… nngh… c-can't think!”

“you said you’d take care of me, cho!” you reminded him again, leaning forward to trace the shell of his ear with your tongue. he shuddered violently, a fresh tear slipping down his temple. “does my sweet boy want to stop?”

“no!” the word burst out of him, desperate. “no, never, i just—nngh—it’s too much, it’s so much, every time you touch me i feel like i’m dying… i-it’s so good… please…”

you finally sank down onto him, taking him inside in one slow, excruciating glide. his back arched off the bed, a strangled scream caught in his throat.

“ah! ah—! too much, oh my god—” he babbled, his eyes rolling back. he was so oversensitive it was almost painful for him, his whole body seizing up. you didn’t move, letting him adjust to the sheer, overwhelming feeling of being sheathed inside you after so much torment.

“see?” you cooed, leaning down to kiss the tears from his cheeks. “you can take it. you’re doing so good for me.”

he sobbed, a real, shuddering sob. his hands found your hips, his grip weak. “i love you,” he choked out, the words raw and sincere amidst the wreckage of his composure. “i love you, i love you, i can’t—ah! you’re moving, you’re moving, oh fuck—”

you started to move. slowly at first, then building a relentless rhythm. he was completely at your mercy.

“aaahngh— sbitshitshit fuck!! right there, r-right there, please, i can’t last, i’m gonna come, i’m gonna— ohmygod— i'm gonna c-come already, i-it’s too soon—!” his whines and pleas and choked-off moans filled the room. 

he couldn’t even thrust up to meet you; he was just a trembling, receptive mess beneath you, taking every drop of the frantic energy coursing through you. his eyes were glazed, locked on your face with a look of awestruck, overwhelmed devotion. “you’re s-so pretty— so— so tight. you're k-killing me… feels so good…”

when his climax finally ripped through him, it was silent for a terrifying second before a broken, wailing cry tore from his lungs.

“ah—! ahhh—! fuck! yesyesyes don't— don't stop!” he spilled deep inside you, his body convulsing uncontrollably, his fingers digging into your skin as he rode wave after wave of the most intense release of his life. “s’too much… too m-much… haah… oh, n-no more—!”

you followed him moments later, clenching around him, milking him through his own sensitivity until he was sobbing again, whispering about how much he loves you.

you collapsed onto his chest, both of you slick with sweat and spent. he wrapped his arms around you, still trembling, his heartbeat a frantic drum against your ear. he pressed a dozen weak, reverent kisses into your hair.

“i… i underestimated you,” he whispered, his voice utterly shattered.

you smiled, nuzzling into his throat. “you took care of me. just like you promised.”

he held you tighter, a weak, happy hum vibrating in his chest. “m’never doing that again…” he mumbled, already half-asleep. 

and obviously, he ended up eating his words.

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Shit so good I actually have to reblog it one my man 🥹🥹

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Husband!Hiromi loving you (in many ways)

pairing: husband!hiromi x fem!reader — genre: SMUT 18+ MDNI! Fluffy towards the end, implied round, ass slapping, grinding, semi-pathetic hiromi, face riding, oral (f receiving), cumming in mouth, cream pie, talks of pregnancy

word count: 1081

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Higuruma loosens his neck tie, after a long day of work he’s ready to relax and get in the warmth of his wife. He makes his way to your shared bedroom. Expecting to see you on the bed. 

Upon opening the door, it’s eerily quiet.. and empty the bed seemed to be neat, like no one has laid on it. He calls out for you.

“Honey?” He speaks to nothing.. yet again he did spot that your shoes were missing. Where were you? He reaches for his phone in his pocket. Quickly calling you.

You answer the phone with a cheery voice

“Yesss…?” You answered

“Where are you?” He quickly cuts off.. you laughed to yourself. “Check the bathroom..” you speak before hanging up on him. 

He sighs, setting his phone onto the nightstand n’s removes his blazer. Bathroom? He turns around and makes his way towards the bathroom. The door slightly ajar, he pushes the door open.

There you were. in a pretty lingerie set… inside the bath.. he could already feel his knees weak, he swears under his breath and walks further in the bathroom. 

“Fuck.. You’re so gorgeous..” he mutters and doesn’t bother to remove his shoes getting inside the bath. You giggled softly and kissed his nose. He groans and stares down at you. 

His hand reached down to hips tugging you closer to him.. he lays down. Relaxing himself and adjusting you onto his lap. He pulls you in for a kiss, whimpering. Hands gripping on your hips harder. 

He was already so hard for you, and you could feel it, you grind softly moaning in the kiss. 

“Hiromi..” you whined in the kiss, only to keep grinding harder. He pulls away and sucks on your neck. Hoping to leave a mark on your neck. His hands abandoned your hips and heads for the back of your bra, unclasping it and throwing the lacy bra somewhere in the bathroom. He quickly attaches his lips onto one of your nipples.. sucking softly as his other hand kneads your other tit. 

You moan out loud, leaning your head back. He looks up at you as he continues to cherish your chest. He whimpers as you look down at him. You tug on his hair forcing him away from your chest. Higuruma stared at you with pleading eyes. 

“W-why” he spoke with a voice so hoarse it made you even wetter. You couldn’t help but smirk down at him. You reached over and cupped his face, you leaned in kissing his lips, a soft kiss, a passionate one too. Higuruma whines desperately his hands find your hips again and grinds you onto him, looking for some sort of friction. 

A moan escapes your mouth, you detach your lips from his and look at him, glossied eyed, pathetic he was for you. He lifts you off of him and carries you in his arms. His dressed pants and shirt soaked, not that he minded when he had a beauty in front of him. 

Not bothering to dry you both, Higuruma takes you to the bedroom, he removes the lacy panties hastily eager to between your thighs, he removes his soaked clothes leaving him in his boxers. He lays flat on the bed and gives you a pathetic look, one that spoke, “please ride my face” 

You stared in awe and crawled on the bed, straddling his face, he could smell your arousal, a pleasant smell. Being an impatient man, he grips your thighs and forces you onto his face, clit nudging his nose, one of your hands reaching for his hair as the other reaches for the headboard. Higuruma could only moan, clearly enjoying your taste. 

“Hiro-” you tried to speak, but gosh the way his nose was rubbing against your clit, as he sloppily made out with your cunt. You tug on his hair, in hopes of him bringing him closer to you. The sound of slurps only got louder as you got wetter, he licked meanly, slightly teasing you. 

He shoves his tongue in you, back arched you whimpered, hips moving on their own as you begin to ride his faster, eager to bring yourself to your orgasm. Higuruma’s hands move from your hips to your ass, gripping them hard enough to leave handprints, he grabs both globes spreading them apart before slapping your ass, leaving a red handprint. As he slaps your ass again you come undone on his tongue, moaning his name out loud, as you cum in his mouth. 

Higuruma slurps quickly, drinking your arousal up. He moves your positions, leaving you underneath him as he prepares you, fingering you slightly, though you are recovering from your orgasm. He spreads your legs apart, before aligning himself.

When he slams himself in, he fucking whimpers. 

“Fu- fuck so warm, so perfect, so…. Mine” he spoke, eyes closed, already pussywhipped. He set a fast past, not letting you adjust, not that you needed it. You squeal at the fast pace, hands finding his own as he holds them down. Dicking you down onto your shared bed.

“My wife.. mhm.. so perfect for me.. and only me..” You feel a tight knot in your lower belly.. “Hiromi– mhm.. boutta.. cum.” You whimpered, so helpless in your current situation, he lightly smiles, a hand reaching between your bodies as his hand finds your clit, rubbing in circles. 

His girth hit all the right spots within you– you could feel his tip kiss your cervix every thrust, your legs wrapped around his waist, his happy trail rubbing onto your cunt adding more friction. 

“Cum for me, my wife” he whispers in your ear, licking it and peppering your face in kisses as you reach your second orgasm. 

Higuruma continues to thrust in you, chasing his own orgasm, he lets out a soft cry when he cums inside, filling you up. “Fucking– love you wife.” He mutters, his face in the crook of your neck, you chuckled and shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Love you too.” you said breathless, Higuruma laughs and flips you over you head resting on his chest, pulling you into a tight embrace. 

“Though.. I think it's time we start building our own family…” he trails off smirking down at you.. You could feel his cum dripping out of you. “Yeah?” you responded with your eyes closed. 

“Yeah.. sooo.. I don’t think I’m finished with you just yet, my perfect wife”

Uh oh..

A/N: and everyone says shakespeare is dead /J. okay but i started writing this in the middle of class... like while watching a movie, so multitasking. Although i finished this on my laptop bc I'm actually supposed to be doing homework.. I have to write a letter and COMPLETE MATH FUHH NAHHH

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what if i said i was writing higuruma this time :)

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Plug!Suguru payment methods!

pairing: plug!suguru x fem!reader — genre: — SMUT 18+ MDNI.. fluffly towards the end. piv, cream pie, mating press, sex as payment?

Word count: 626

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Suguru thrusted into you groaning your name as he leaned back. Enjoying the warmth of your pussy.

“Hold still..” his hand moves down to your hips holding you down as he begins to fasten his past. You helplessly moan, already cockdrunk within seconds.

“Mhm.. sug-“ he cuts you off, discarding the blunt and blowing the smoke in your mouth. shotgunning. His lip piercing rubbing against your lips, You inhale the weed before pulling in him a rough kiss.

you both sloppily make out in his room.. what was just supposed to be a regular pick up became something else.

You arrived at your plug’s, Suguru, apartment to come and get your weekly stash. You knock on his door, waiting for him to open.

Suguru opens the door and sees you, he lazily smiles, staring down at you.

“I see you came to pick up your weed?” he asks, though he already knew the answer to that. You only nodded as he pulled the door more open to let you in.

You step in his apartment, remove your shoes and leave them by the front door. Suguru shamelessly stares at your ass as you removed your shoes. You walked further, already knowing the layout of his apartment.

Suguru disappears into his room, assuming to go get your order.. you wait patiently on the couch. When Suguru arrives he sets the stash in front of you. You reach over for your wallet and begin to count how much you owe him.. handing over the money you realized you were just 50 short.

“Fuck.” You said under breath. What the fuck were you suppose to do now?

“I.. don’t have another 50..” you speak up and look up to meet Suguru’s eyes. Only to be met with his red eyes already looking at you.

“I’ll just give you the 50 the next time—“ he cuts you off by laughing softly and shaking his head. “No.. it’s fine.. But…” he trails off.

“I do know another way my favorite customer can make up the 50”

So that’s how you ended up here. Your plug fucking you onto his bed. Your hands find his back, clawing it, leaving no room for doubt that marks would sure appear tomorrow.

Suguru pulls away from the kiss, and grabs both of your legs, he places it on his shoulder and leans down. Mating press—

“Mhm! Wai-“ you could barely even finish as the new angle hit the spot right.. you shake your head, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You were about to cum and Suguru could tell too..

“Wanna cum for me?” He asks softly kissing your cheek as he fuck into you

“Fuck you have such a perfect body, and pussy..” he mutters. The sound of skin slapping and moans full up the room as suguru could only help but reach down and rub your clit.

Your back arches off the bed and your chest against his. “Please— I’m so close!!” You begged looking at him through your teared eyes. You can see his gaze soften, he nods and kisses you softly.

At the same time your orgasm crashes into you.. you helplessly moan into his mouth. Suguru quickens his pace as he tries to reach his own peak. Within two more thrust he finishes inside you.. groaning against your neck.. he lets go of your legs letting them collapse. He lays on top of you, arms wrapped around your waist.. and peppers your face in kisses.. he grabs a nearby blanket and covers your naked bodies.

“Stay for the night..” he whispers softly, looking down at you. You only nod, your mind still clearly not cleared up.

So you did.. you leaned in his warmth and chest. Falling asleep in your plug’s arms.

A/N: believe me when i say I wrote this in 20 minutes in my school’s parking lot. Kind of ass ngl but I was so bored I just had to write something 😭😭

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munch!choso eating you out!!

pairing: Choso x fem!reader — genre: — SMUT 18+ MDNI.. some fluff?? Oral (f receiving), hair tugging, cumming in mouth, implied round, biting

word count: 280

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“Fu- wait–” you gripped the sheets underneath your hand

Choso has been in between your legs for 20 minutes straight and you already finished at least twice. Helpless, you can’t help but moan his name softly, head leaned back.

“Mhmm cho– please I’m clo-” he lightly slaps your ass.

“Stay still..” he whimpers, tugging you closer to his mouth, he continues to abuse your clit, sucking on it, before shoving his tongue in you.

Your hips lift up and your thighs squeeze his head, practically keeping him trapped in between. Back arching off the bed.. your hands reached over and tugged his hair.

Choso moans, moving his tongue in and out, tongue fucking you.

“That’s it baby.. please cum in my mouth..” he holds your thighs down. Trying to keep them in place as they were shaking. The sound of slurping and lip smacking filled the room as choso continued to devour your cunt.

The tight coil in your lower belly releases as your orgasm takes over, choso holds you down as you come undone in his mouth quickly chasing his own release as well, grinding his hips on the bed. Choso shakes between your legs once his orgasm crashes upon him.

“Fuck…” he mutters as he pulls away from your legs kissing your cunt before kissing your lips, letting you taste yourself.

“You drive me crazy, you know that? Made me cum just from eating you out.” Choso whispers in your ear, biting it softly. He removes his boxers, throwing them somewhere in the room and spreads your legs apart.

“Mhm not done with you yet..” his hands find your hips tugging you closer, his cockhead nudging your hole…

A/N: totally did not decide my first Jjk post to be choso bc hes my favorite WHATTT!?! Writing smut after a long time is so weird wth..

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Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Choso Kamo ~

> munch!choso

Toji Fushiguro ~

Nanami Kento ~

Satoru Gojo ~

Suguru Geto ~

> plug!suguru

Higuruma Hiromi ~

> husband!hiromi

Ryomen Sukuna ~

You’ve reached the end!

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.. writing this from laptop I might return but I'm not writing enhypen anymore since I don't stan them anymore, and like mainly read JJK fics now tbh..

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Hihi!! I’m closing ynsvnte… for now at least..

I love writing fanfiction but the thing is I don’t enjoy writing for enhypen anymore. I don’t even considered myself an engene. Which is completely crazy since 1 year ago I was still crazy for them. I’m saying I’m not the biggest fan anymore (I still love them Dw) I moved onto other fandoms and music (I barely listen to kpop now tbh..) so for this I don’t know what to do with my blog— I close it (which I really don’t want too) or do I delete all my work? And restart? I’m afraid only since I also have ZEROOOO motivation to write. I’m on this app recently but I can’t write anything I’ll have an idea but I won’t write it. As for my SMAU I’ll probably discontinue it.. (sorry I just don’t know how to continue it without making all the chapters short.) and college is burning me OUT a whole lot this year 💔 anyways this my message if I will continue writing or not.. if I don’t I’ll just probably keep this blog up since I don’t want to delete and may be active from time to time!

Xoxo Mari!

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@hoonvrs your awaited cloud edit

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COURT FINDS YOU NOT GUILTY! YOU ARE FORGIVEN

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YAYYY!! Also need Vincent OH HE CAN SO GET IT 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

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@hoonvrs your awaited cloud edit

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mari where did u go 😔 imy

HELP IM SORRY I START THIS SEMESTER NEXT WEEK (kill me)

Anyways hru BBY I miss you too 🥀🥀🥀

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Got rejected 🤗🥀😬😐🥹😨😢

[junuru]

“Hi, baby,” you coo, voice softening as you lean into the car window, arms folded. "I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” your ex-husband says smugly.

Your smile drops as you turn to face him, brows lifted in clear annoyance. “I wasn’t talking to you, Satoru. Just hand me my daughter, and I’ll be on my way.”

His grin doesn't falter. “Our daughter,” he corrects, the emphasis deliberate.

You sigh in defeat, pushing yourself off his stupidly pristine Porsche. “Whatever, Satoru. Just unlock the car.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, already moving. “I’ll get her—you grab her stuff from the trunk.”

He clicks the key fob, and with a soft beep, the trunk lifts open.

The parking lot where you and Satoru agree to meet every Sunday sits in its usual state of quiet limbo—wide, cracked pavement stretching out under a gray afternoon sky. A few scattered cars are parked on the far end, their owners nowhere in sight, leaving the space between you and the rest of the world feeling even more hollow.

You make your way around the back of the car, heels of your stilettos clicking against the pavement in a rhythm that feels far too loud in the silence. The trunk is already open, humming faintly. You reach in and grab her backpack, only to pause at the unfamiliar lightness of it.

Your brows knit together.

It’s practically half the weight of what you packed for her just a few days ago—missing the extra pair of sneakers, the folder of coloring pages, maybe even her favorite stuffed dolphin if you’re judging by how the fabric doesn’t bulge the way it normally does.

A familiar frustration bubbles beneath your ribs. You don’t say anything—not yet—but your grip on the strap tightens as you pull the bag over your shoulder, shutting the trunk a little harder than necessary.

“Woah, watch the car, sweetheart,” Satoru teases, grinning as he lifts your daughter out of the car seat. Her light-up sneakers flash as they hit the pavement, tiny feet already sprinting toward you.

You drop to your knees, arms outstretched just in time to catch her. She barrels into you with all the force her little body can muster, and you stumble back a step, laughing softly into her hair as you hold her tight.

But the warmth in your chest doesn’t last long.

“Satoru,” you say, straightening up, your tone clipped but careful enough not to alarm your daughter. “Where is the rest of her stuff? I sent her with a full bag last weekend.”

“Relax, mama,” he says, tone breezy, unbothered. “She threw up. Her stuff’s being dry cleaned.”

Your frown deepens, gaze dropping to your daughter’s clean but clearly borrowed sweatshirt. You don’t push it in front of her—but you will.

You set her gently on the ground, brushing a hand through her hair before reaching into your purse for your keys. With a soft beep, the car unlocks.

“Baby, go sit in the car for a second, okay?” you say, keeping your voice light as you open the back door for her. “Mommy has to talk to Daddy.”

She nods without fuss, climbing in with the trust only a child can have. And when the door clicks shut behind her, the smile on your face vanishes completely.

“What the fuck, Satoru,” you snap, voice sharp and low. “Why didn’t you tell me she was sick?”

He doesn’t flinch. He never does. “Sweetheart,” he says, calm as ever. It used to drive you crazy when you were married—how level-headed he could be, even when you were coming apart at the seams. “It’s okay. I dealt with it.”

You cross your arms tightly over your chest. “No, it’s not okay. I don’t care if you ‘dealt with it.’ What if it was more serious? What if she needed to go to a hospital and I had no idea?”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s already tired of this conversation. “Look, I am her parent too. I understand you’re concerned, but I’m fully capable of taking care of her. You don’t tell me every little thing that happens when she’s with you, do you?”

You stare at him, stunned. “Are you seriously comparing her scraping her knee at the park to vomiting?”

“She vomited once,” he says, voice still maddeningly level. “I monitored her, gave her fluids, made sure she rested. She didn’t have a fever, she wasn’t lethargic—”

“That’s not the point, Satoru!” You take a step toward him, frustrated tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. “The point is you should have told me. I’m her mother. I deserve to know when she’s not feeling well.”

There’s a beat of silence.

For once, something cracks in his expression.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” he finally admits. “I figured you’d just… stress yourself out, even if it was nothing.”

You breathe in through your nose, trying to calm your heart.

“Of course I’d worry,” you say, softer now. “That’s what being a parent is, Satoru. I’d rather be worried and know than be blindsided when I pick her up.”

He looks down for a second, then back at you. “You’re right,” he says. “I should’ve told you. I didn’t mean to keep it from you—I just didn’t want to start a whole thing.”

You exhale slowly. The tension still simmers beneath your skin, but the edge of the fight has dulled.

“She okay now?” you ask.

He nods. “Yeah. Ate pancakes this morning and asked for seconds.”

You can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “Pancakes, huh?”

“Blueberry,” he says, hands stuffed into his pockets. “Your recipe.”

Of course it was.

You brush your hair back and glance toward the car, where your daughter’s tiny face is pressed against the window, waiting patiently.

“Next time,” you say, turning back to him, “just tell me. I don’t care if it’s a scraped knee or a sneeze. I need to know.”

He nods again, this time more seriously. “Okay.”

There’s a pause.

“Are you okay now?” he asks, his voice softer than it’s been all afternoon.

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you step forward, letting the tension ease from your shoulders as you lean into him—something you haven’t done in what feels like forever, yet still comes as naturally as breathing. His arms come around you without hesitation, warm and steady, anchoring you in the kind of embrace you used to take for granted.

You let yourself rest there, just for a moment. Let your cheek press against the familiar fabric of his hoodie, letting the scent of him ground you.

“Yeah,” you whisper, eyes fluttering closed. “I’m okay now.”

He exhales against your temple, a quiet sound of relief, and his hand moves gently up and down your back. Not rushed. Not performative. Just comfort—quiet and real.

“Good,” he murmurs, voice low near your ear. “I’ll get her some new clothes, okay? A few extra things to keep at mine too. So you don’t have to pack so much.”

He pulls a hand off of you to point at the superstore across the lot.

You nod against him, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes. There’s no fight in either of you now. Just fatigue, and the tentative beginnings of mutual understanding.

“Okay,” you say. “Thanks.”

He lets his hands fall back into his pockets, rocking on his heels like he’s not sure if he should say more. You step back and turn toward your car, already spotting your daughter’s nose pressed eagerly against the rear passenger window.

“Give me a sec,” you add over your shoulder. “I’ll get her out.”

“Alright,” he says, softer now.

As you walk toward the car, keys in hand, you hear him call out softly behind you—almost like he didn’t mean for you to hear it at all.

“You look good, by the way.”

You don’t stop, but the corner of your mouth twitches despite yourself. You roll your eyes as you open the car door, the familiar sound of the handle clicking breaking the moment.

Inside, your daughter is already leaning toward you from her car seat, arms outstretched like she hadn’t just seen you a few minutes ago. Her blue eyes shine with adoration—so much like his, but deeper.

“Hi, baby,” you coo, lifting her up and planting a kiss on her cheek. “Wanna go shopping with Mommy and Daddy?”

She giggles and nods, her light-up sneakers kicking as you set her down again. You reach in to grab her stuffed bunny from the seat, tucking it under her arm before closing the door.

Satoru is already by the driver’s side, sunglasses on, smirking like he’s in on some private joke you haven’t been told yet.

“You ready?” he asks.

You glance down at your daughter, who’s now babbling something about sparkly shirts and snacks, then back up at him.

“Let’s just make it quick.”

He gives you a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

The three of you head inside the store, and even though you tell yourself it’s just a quick errand—a few replacement clothes, maybe a snack or two—it still feels strangely like something else.

Something you almost forgot you missed.

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… I ain’t reblog on my main but… 😳😳😳