[12:32 P M] - Haitani Ran

Baby Steps

[Chapter 8] Gojo’s Boring Birthday

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

“I’m going to miss you so much, honey.” Your mother hugs you, careful not to hug the air out of you. She kisses your cheek before letting go. “Please tell me everything. Keep me updated about my grandbaby.”

“I will, mom.” You tell her. She waves at Satoru, who awkwardly waves back. You then look at your father who just stands by the doorway. Neither of you won’t say anything first. So you turn around and begin to walk to Satoru’s car. You hear your name which causes you to stop.

“Oh, honey.” You turn around and your father’s arms are wrapped around you. He’s on the edge of tears. You hug him back. “I’m sorry, honey. Please take care. I love you.”

“I love you too, dad.” You respond, unsure of how else to react to this sudden affection. You’re almost about to cry too– But you’re emotional all the time nowadays. You doubt the emotional will stop until after you have your baby.

“Keep me updated, okay? I want to know everything about my grandbaby.” He says, which almost makes a tear slip out, but you manage to keep it in. “And if you need something, even just a stupid craving, call me and I’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you, dad.” You reply, and he lets go. Your father waves at Satoru, who waves back. You walk back to the car, a bit happier than before. Really much happier than before.

You get into the passenger seat with a smile on your face, and it’s contagious because it makes Satoru smile as well.

-

You’re packing up stuff the 12th week of your pregnancy. Ecstatic to finally begin the second trimester of your pregnancy. Hearing that your nausea will begin to settle is certainly something to be excited about.

Tomorrow you’ll finally move into the apartment that Satoru is renting. A three-bedroom apartment, which you consider is way out of your price range. It has an amazing view of the city, which definitely raises questions as to what Satoru does.

“I told you to sit down and relax. I’ll pack everything up.” Satoru scolds you as he watches you put away some clothes. You’re pregnant, not terminally ill. Any other time you would’ve happily sat down and let him do everything, but you’re annoyed.

“Satoru-” You begin but he cuts you off. It’s like he can read your mind.

“You should just be relaxing.” He interrupts. Satoru is happier now more than ever with the small bump that’s barely visible. “Nugget won’t like that you’re making them exercise so early on.”

“Can we go out to eat?” You change the subject, hearing your stomach growl. “I’m craving some pizza.”

“Pizza? Isn’t that what we had for dinner last night?” Satoru questions and you furrow your eyebrows. How dare he question your craving? When he notices your face, he apologizes and is quick to suggest, “Do you want to go out? It’s pretty cold. It’s snowing too.”

“I want to take a breath of fresh air.” You answer. You walk to the bedroom to grab your purse, something bothering you in the back of your mind but you don’t know what. “I feel like I’m forgetting something.”

“Like what?” He asks. He knows what you’re forgetting, but it’s not a big deal so he won’t tell you.

“I don’t know… Today is December 7th… Kaya’s birthday isn’t this month. My parents’ birthday isn’t either…” You begin to think out loud as you walk back to Satoru. Satoru holds back a laugh, watching you get worked up over nothing. And he loves knowing that the reason you’re getting worked up is because of him. Even though you don’t consciously know it.

“It’s probably nothing important.” Satoru says, which immediately reminds you what it is. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around him, and he’s quick to hug you back.

“Happy birthday, ‘Toru.” You murmur, and he smiles. He’s about to thank you, but you speak before him, “What do you want to eat? It doesn’t have to be pizza.”

“It’s okay. My baby is craving pizza and I’ll get that for her.” He responds and you pull away. You stick out your bottom lip a bit before speaking,

“I told you it’s a he.” You say, and he chuckles. He brings his face down and pecks your lips. After leaving your parents’ home, Satoru has gotten extremely affectionate with you. You’re just as affectionate. You’re practically dating now. Both of you are happy with each other, or at least with the fact that you’re having a baby with each other.

“I wasn’t talking about that one.” He tells you, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Until you get it and roll your eyes, holding back a smirk at the same time. “But let’s get you pizza. It sounds good.”

“Are you sure? It is your birthday and I want to make sure you eat well.” You ask and he nods with a smile on his face. Sure, maybe pizza doesn’t sound ideal, but you and his baby want pizza so he’ll budge in.

“As long as we get cupcakes later.” He responds. 

“A carrot cupcake does sound good.” You comment as you put on your coat.

“Carrot cupcake? I thought it was yucky?” Satoru replies, and it’s evident in his voice that he’s trying not to laugh.

“Shut up or I won’t give you a birthday present.”

-

“I’m stuffed.” You share, putting your hand over your belly, barely being able to walk. You’re walking to Satoru’s car, which seems like a mile away. “Can’t you just pick me up here.”

“C’mon, walking is good for you.” Satoru says as if it’s something that you don’t know. You finally get to the car, and he opens the passenger door for you. You get into the car, and you pull out your phone. It’s still so early, and you don’t want Satoru to remember his first birthday with you as a boring day that he spent packing everything up.

“Let’s go somewhere else.” You tell him when he gets in the car and he raises his eyebrow. He tilts his head as he looks at you.

“Where?” He questions, and you shrug. You don’t have a place in mind. Nowhere at all. “It’s really cold out, it’s best if we stay in. Plus we’re moving tomorrow.”

“Let’s do something else, Toru. It’s your birthday.” You remind him, but that doesn’t change anything for him. It’s just another normal day for him. The fact that 21 years ago today he was born, doesn’t really change anything. But it seems to change things up for you.

His birthday has always been a big deal for everyone else, and he’s never understood it. Maybe when his baby is born he’ll understand the significance of birthdays, but not now. “It’s fine. We can just stay in.”

“Oh c’mon! Staying in and packing up all that shit just sounds tedious." You continue, and he just ends up chuckling. Arguing is a losing bet. He ends up agreeing that you two should do something else. “How about we- I have no idea.”

“Are you down for dessert?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“After dinner! I’m so full right now.” You answer, and now you both hum as you think about what to do.

“Maybe you can give me my birthday present.” He suggests but you shake your head. Satoru purses his lips together. “How about we- We- Um- I’ve got nothing.”

“How about we-”

“Can we just go home? Please. I’m really cold out here. We can just watch a movie or something.” He suggests, and you end up nodding. For some reason your eyes tear up. Maybe his voice is too harsh, or the way he worded things was too mean. Or the fact that you’re trying to do something for his birthday and neither of you can think of anything– Point is, you’re sensitive and about to cry. He sees your teary eyes and is quick to apologize, “Oh, I- I didn’t mean it. We can do whatever you want.”

“No- No, it’s fine.” You sniffle, trying your best to not begin bawling your eyes out. You’ve never been so sensitive in your life before.

“We can go-” He begins but you cut him off.

“Let’s watch the movie. I’m sorry.” You begin to turn away so he doesn’t see the tears that are streaming down your face.

“Don’t apologize, let’s just-” He tries to comfort you, but you’re not listening. You’re crying and sniffling.

“Let’s go home, Satoru!” You raise your voice, and he starts the car. He begins to drive back to your apartment.

-

After calming down, you both watch a movie that Satoru was interested in watching. One that nearly made you fall asleep. Although you both were cuddling in bed, and Satoru’s warmth was nearly enough to make you fall asleep, the movie isn’t the only factor that makes you fall asleep. While you’re almost falling asleep, Satoru caresses your back, his eyes focused on the TV.

His phone rings, and he’s quick to pick it up without checking the number. His eyes roll when he hears the annoying little voice, “What do you want, Megumi?”

Satoru’s voice certainly wakes you up. The voice doesn’t match the background noise, so it makes you conscious again. You shut your eyes though, hearing he’s on a phone call. “Megumi, I gave you and Tsumiki enough money for the month. Leave me alone.”

Questions arise as you hear Megumi and Tsumiki. Who could they possibly be? Just the thought of who they are makes you nauseous. “Look, I can’t right now. I’m on a mission. Yeah yeah yeah. Brat.”

“Oh- I can’t hear you- You’re breaking up-” Satoru begins until he finally hangs up the phone. He focuses back on the movie again, until you raise your head and look at him. He smiles when he sees you, “Oh, you’re awake. Do you want me to change the movie?”

“No, it’s fine.” You answer. You sit up, trying to stop yourself from puking. You begin to take deep breaths. You hadn’t noticed how dark it got outside. It’s late. “God, I don’t think I’ll be able to give you your birthday gift.”

“Huh? Which was?” He asks, completely clueless.

“Guess.” You reply, but he shakes his head in response. Completely clueless. “Since I had forgotten to give you an actual gift, I was going to give you head.”

“Head…? Oh- Oh! No, don’t worry about it.” He says. He pats down the pillow next to him. He sure has gotten comfortable considering he’s only slept over one night. “I didn’t remind you about my birthday because I didn’t think it was necessary. I really don’t care for gifts.”

“I don’t know- I still could’ve done something for you.” You tell him as you lay back down. You’re so tired, ready to actually fall asleep. A yawn escapes your mouth before asking, “You still want to get cupcakes?”

“Maybe you can do it when you feel better.” Satoru suggests. He does love the idea of getting a blowjob from you, but he definitely won’t force you. Especially when you’re not feeling well. “Please rest.”

“I’m sorry your birthday was boring.” You comment, and he chuckles. He wouldn’t call it boring per say. More eventful than anything he’s done in the past years. “Our baby is gonna have an old fart as his dad.”

“Old fart?” He laughs. It completely slipped his mind that his next birthday he’ll have a little buddy to celebrate it with. A little family with you included, of course. That’s nice. 

Maybe you found the day boring, but his birthday was perfect. He couldn’t think of a more perfect way of spending his birthday than with the woman who’s making him a father.

“Did you know the baby is the size of a lemon?” He asks, and it makes the faintest smile appear on your lips. He tells you the size of the baby weekly.

“That’s nice to know, Toru.” You respond. The noise of the movie is, once again, the only audible sound in the room.

Your mind begins to drift, however, you keep thinking of one thing. Two people. Tsumiki and Megumi.

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the daddyfication of ran haitani

a/n: 18+!!!! nsfw!!! i got this request for hiding a pregnancy from ran and went cuckoo bananas this is gonna be multiple parts OOPS!!! please enjoy!!! ((for context, this is in the same world as boyfriendified ran!!))

content: unprotected sex, shower sex, mentions of vomit, pregnancy, lil bit angsty!!!

word count: 2.6k

ran's pacing in his office, exerting a significant amount of energy trying not to appear visibly upset by your phone call. across the room sat rindou and kakucho, who he'd been having a glass of whiskey and a nice chat with to celebrate the end of the work week before you called.

"baby?" your voice reminds him he hasn't responded to you yet.

"uh," he forces out the sound. "sure. that's fine. no dinner tonight. what did you say's goin' on?"

"i think i have food poisoning," you sigh, clearly exhausted. "i've been throwing up since i got home. they catered lunch at work today, maybe it was that."

"i should kill that caterer for ruining a night with my girl."

he's no more than 70% serious. probably.

you laugh into the phone and he turns his back to his brother and kakucho so they won't see the way he's smiling at the sound.

"thank you for that, but it won't be necessary. can we try for date night tomorrow?"

"'course," ran nods his head, hoping his tone didn't give away how disappointed he was to not be seeing you in the next hour like he'd planned.

"you sound sad," you sigh. he should've known you'd see right through him, you knew him better than anyone. "i'm sorry, baby. i'm sad about it, too."

"it's alright, babe," he starts back toward his seat. "really it is. i'll call you later? love you."

he hangs up and drops back into his chair, lifting the whiskey to his lips. rindou gives him a curious look. "my girl's got food poisoning," he explains simply, reaching for the bottle. "anyone up for another round?"

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the food poisoning leaves you feeling a bit weak for the rest of the weekend, waves of nausea occasionally hitting you, but nothing as serious as when you'd called off friday date night.

you take it easy throughout the week, even calling out of work the next friday to get an extra day to really rest. ran takes the day off, too, so you can spend a whole long weekend together. and by friday morning, you're feeling good. so good that you're happily pressed against the cool tiles of the shower wall as ran thrusts his cock inside you.

the wet sounds of your pussy contracting around him are drowned out by the water running from the shower head, and you only hear ran's heavy, panting breaths because they're right in your ear. "fuck, you're so wet for me," he grunts. "look how easy i'm goin' in. love bein' in this tight little cunt."

"m-missed this so much," you whimper, nails digging into his back where you're holding onto him. it's only been a week since you'd last had sex, you wanted to be cautious about exerting yourself after being so sick, but even one celibate week for the two of you felt like months. ran chuckles in your ear, loving knowing that you long for moments like these the same way he does, and speeds up the motions of his hips.

you cry out, voice carrying through the apartment. at this angle, every stroke has his tip striking a spot inside your velvety walls that's making your head spin. "fuckin' cum around me," his words come out through gritted teeth. "squeeze my fuckin' cock the way i like it. need you to cum."

he hoists you up a bit higher on the wall, shifting your body onto one arm so his other hand is free to seek out your clit. as he rubs against the sensitive nub fervently, it hardly takes another minute before you're unraveling, toes curling, moaning loudly as you cum.

"shit, just like that," his hips stutter, the feeling of your slick cunt shuddering around his length always bringing him right to the edge of his own orgasm. your moans are only getting louder as you get more sensitive and the continued drag of his cock in your walls threatens to be too much for you.

"too much, ran," you whine. and just like that, his hips still for a moment as he releases in hot ropes deep inside you. he fucks his hips up a few more times, pumping his cum deeper, mind going a little cloudy as he comes down from his own pleasure. you squirm in his arms, kissing all over his face as he gently pulls out and sets you onto your feet.

"stop cumming inside me, perv," you tease after you've caught your breath. ran throws his head back and laughs.

"yeah right," he steals a quick kiss. "you love it too much."

you giggle and roll your eyes, reaching for the shower head so you can start cleaning up the mess he made between your legs. ran offers his arm to you for balance as you get to work.

suddenly you don't feel good at all. it's like a switch flips, the feeling coming over you so quickly you almost panic, shoving the shower head into ran's hands and almost slipping in your hurry to get out of the shower.

you barely make it to the toilet before you're heaving. the shower turns off behind you, followed by the sound of ran's wet feet on the tile. he wraps a towel around his waist then drapes one over you, rubbing your back through the fluffy material in absolute silence.

when the nausea passes, you flush the toilet and tug the towel tighter around your shoulders. your legs feel like jello, you doubt you have the strength to stand. so you plop to your butt, sitting cross legged on the floor and looking up at ran where he stands beside you.

finally, he clears his throat to speak. "was that my fault somehow??" what the fuck just happened?" he looks like a deer in headlights.

"how would it be your fault?" you smile weakly, reaching out for him.

he doesn't return the expression, but takes your hand, squeezing tightly. concern is written all over his face, mixed with something else you can't quite read.

ran plops down onto the floor beside you, examining you with too much intensity. he lays the back of his hand across your forehead, frowns, and drops it into his lap.

"stop looking at me like that."

"are you kidding me? i'm fuckin' worried about you," his eyebrows knit together. "one minute i'm fucking you in the shower, next minute you're throwing up, i'm not supposed to be a little fuckin' concerned?"

"you're yelling."

ran hadn't noticed. he usually didn't when he got emotional. it was something he'd been trying to work on, now that he had a girlfriend he loved and had been dating for just over a year. keeping himself in check was never very ran, but he tries his hardest for you. he inhales a sharp breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"i guess i'm still sick," you finally say.

"no way it's food poisoning then," his eyes narrow, skeptical but concerned.

"then what it is?" you sigh, pushing off the floor to try and get to your feet. ran jumps to help you up and you shrug him off, a bit too roughly by accident. "i'm fine," you snap. he stares at you, trying to read your mind. he decides not to comment on your sudden out of character hostility.

"we should get you some fuckin' medicine or somethin," he walks out to the bedroom. "get dressed."

you suck in a shaky breath and follow him into his room. he tosses a pair of your jeans onto the bed from his closet. then a t-shirt. you can't tell if it's yours or his but it'll work. you pull it over your head and toss the wet towel to the floor.

ran gets himself dressed while you step into the jeans and tug them up. you hesitate, blinking back at yourself in the mirror. the pants gape open at the waist, making you frown in confusion. what the fuck... why are they so... tight...

you try only once to fasten the button but give up immediately when the denim refuses to give. this was absolutely not the moment to find out you'd gained weight. like there wasn't enough making you feel like shit today. ran's weird fuckin' attitude, your stomach betraying you, the way the room hadn't stopped spinning since you'd stood up... it was all too much for one day. you don't even realize you've started crying until you hear your own choked sobs fill the room.

ran is frozen at his closet, watching you with wide eyes, and you feel so fucking stupid, bawling in his bedroom for no apparent reason, in your undone jeans.

"what's wrong?" he asks cautiously, approaching like you're an injured animal. "you don't feel good?"

"i-i don'wanna w-wear je-e-eans!" you wail, collapsing into his arms. he holds you tightly to his chest as you cry, rubbing your back but not saying a word. large hands cup your cheeks and ran presses his lips to your forehead. he looks you in the eyes, "you do not have to wear fuckin' jeans." for some reason the tenderness in his eyes, the patience he's showing you through this outburst, it just makes you cry harder. this time, though, he laughs. you hold him tightly around his middle as he reaches down to slide your jeans back down over your ass and down your thighs.

at that moment your stomach flutters. a warning.

"oh fuck," you shove away from him, kicking off your pants frantically and running back to the bathroom to throw up yet again.

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this time, though, it doesn't stop. in fact, your vomiting just gets more persistent. ran is pacing through his apartment–no, he's practically jogging laps with how nervous he is– cursing wildly at a very patient emergency services operator who was completely undeserving of being caught in the crossfire of his panic.

"babe, do you need a fuckin' ambulance?" ran appears in the bathroom door, hand covering the lower half of his phone. you respond in a weak mnh, shrugging your shoulders before your head is back in the toilet. "yeah, send it over. pukey's not gettin' in my fuckin' bugatti." despite the way your body is violently rejecting the contents of your stomach, you manage to scowl at him. "i'll pay. i love you so fuckin' much," he mouths, eyebrows drooping apologetically.

if you didn't feel so awful, you probably would've laughed. ran was, after all, agreeing to pay $2500 for a fifteen minute ambulance ride so he wouldn't risk getting even a drop of something gross on the interior of his precious car.

the longer your nausea persists, the more time seems to blur together. it was somewhere between 10 minutes and an hour when ran came in with sweatpants and pulled them up your legs. and another 5–55 minutes later, the EMTs arrived to help you out of ran's apartment.

you send ran a look that you hope says this is so fucking dramatic and then you're in the ambulance, ran right by your side.

the emergency room nurses quickly assess your situation (looking rough, actively vomiting into one of the ambulance's barf bags) and hurry you into a room. an iv is started, a pill is swallowed down. you quickly start to feel normal again.

ran stands threateningly in the corner with his arms folded across his chest, saying nothing. a nurse comes in to run some tests and promises that a doctor will be in soon to talk with you. as soon as you're alone in the room, ran is at your side, sitting at the edge of your bed protectively.

"maybe it's just plain old sickness," you lay your head back against the pillows, exhausted from the events of the day but grateful to be having a conversation without getting sick in the middle. "stomach flu or something."

"fuck that," he grimaces. "i hate bein' sick, you better stay away from me."

you roll your eyes at him, "like you would ever let me if i tried." he flashes you a grin, adoration in his eyes. he takes your hand that's resting on the mattress, bringing it to his lips. your hand tightens around his when you feel him trembling.

"ran."

his eyes meet yours. the concerned, fearful look you'd seen earlier has been clouding his face since he made the call to the ER.

you squeeze his hand, kiss his knuckles, "why don't you go have a cigarette, honey? you're so tense."

"my fuckin' girl is in a hospital bed," he replies through gritted teeth. "of course i'm fuckin' tense."

"i know, my love, but look! i'm okay," you soothe, hoping your face is convincing enough. "i've got my fluids, they did their tests. i'm already feeling much better. you're shaking, hon. go have a smoke, feel better, and by then i'm sure we'll be ready to head home."

ran eyes you warily. the last thing he wants is to be away from you right now. but he had to admit, you knew him really fucking well. you could tell his anxiety was heightened tenfold because he hadn't gotten his nicotine fix in the last couple hours with everything going on. with a heaving sigh, he leans down to wrap you in his arms tightly.

ran wasn't a hugger usually, so you relaxed into the rare embrace, savoring the action. "this is nice," you mumble, tone nearly teasing. "fuck off," he grumbles, kissing your forehead. "i fuckin' hate this shit. i hate you being sick, hospitals fuckin' scare me. i-"

"ran," you chuckle.

"fuck, fine! i'm going."

almost immediately after ran leaves the doctor comes in. she's an older woman with light hair and kind eyes. "how do you feel?" she asks sweetly.

"much better," you tell her with a grin. "but i'd really like to know where that came from."

"was that man who left your husband?"

you shake your head, "my boyfriend." weird question, you think.

"are you sexually active?"

you nod, not particularly enjoying this line of questioning.

"do you practice safe sex?"

"like, uh–" you clear your throat.

"do you use protection?" she clarifies. your silence is enough answer for her.

"any mood swings lately?" she continues. "weight gain? headaches? fatigue?" your head starts to swim. "when was your last period?"

holy shit, when was it? was it late??

"the blood test shows that you're pregnant," she pats your knee. her reaction is ambiguous, you can tell she isn't sure if a congratulations is in order or sympathy.

"are you sure?" you blurt. "like, how sure are you?"

"pretty sure," she almost smirks. "we can run another test on your bloodwork for a more precise answer and call you with the results. you can take a home test in the meantime, too, if you'd like."

you nod weakly. she tells you the nurse will come in to discharge you but you can barely hear her.

pregnant.

the word is pounding around in your skull like a pinball machine. your hands feel clammy. pregnant. it would explain a lot. the throwing up, getting annoyed so easily with ran, the jeans, the crying over the jeans...

the door opens and you jump. it's ran, smiling as he comes in, looking much more relaxed than before. your heart sinks. what the hell were you going to say to ran??

"you okay?" he asks, grin fading.

you nod enthusiastically, "yeah! it's just a stomach bug. i was right."

the relief on his face makes you feel even worse. "i'm glad it's nothin' serious," he comes over to kiss your forehead. "you had me fuckin' worried."

"sorry, baby," you tug him down to sit in the bed with you. "thanks for taking such good care of me." he pulls your face closer and kisses your temple, "don't thank me, come on. you're my girl. m'so happy you're okay."

but you didn't feel okay. not at all.

part 2

Notebook doots

All for you

skz and the vows they'd write for you.

fluff. gn reader. word count-3.9k. listen to video games by lana del rey if you can!!!

a.n: thank you to @a-cute-french-fry and @dorisnumber1fan for brainstorming some of these with me <3 i made myself very delulu with this so ENJOY. happy 3k!!! i love you all muahhh <3

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 chan ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

Chan's warm hands are in yours, fingers tangled with one another tightly- like the sturdy roots of an ancient tree.

“Baby,” he calls out softly, and you can already feel tears well up in your eyes at the tenderness in his voice. His thumb reaches out instinctively to wipe the lone tear that managed to escape. His right hand remains on your cheek, cradling it gently.

“Seungmin always liked to joke that I was nearly half-fifty-two. Then half fifty-three on my next birthday,” he starts, as a faint giggle escapes your lips. “That's how I counted time too, with the different days I lived… That is until I met you.” He pauses, a shaky breath leaving him and crashing onto you. “Suddenly I was no longer twenty-six. I was one week old since I met you. Three months since I’ve loved you. And then five years since you changed my life. Years no longer marked the passage of my time. It was you who marked the passage of me.”

“I always had this idea in my head, that I was only worth loving easily. If I diluted all my problems, concealed all my flaws and insecurities to please the ones around me, only then was I deserving of love. But you...” His eyes soften, even more so than they were before. “But you loved me, you loved me on my happy days, and on my darkest ones. You loved me, even when I couldn't understand it, even when I couldn't see what was there to care for in me. So, thank you, for showing me that I am worthy of love, simply because I am me. Thank you for choosing to be patient with me. You don't always know what to do to help, nor do I, but you try, and I try, and isn't that what love is, in the end? To take time out of your day to try, for the person you love?” His voice cracks, as sudden tears wash over his rosy cheeks.

“And I love you. I love to love you. And I cannot not love you, not when my heart beats to the melody of your existence. I promise that even when I’m eighty, I’ll always try to love you better, softer, gentler. I'll never stop trying to be worthy of your love, to be worthy of being yours. Only ever yours.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 minho ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

“Angel,” Minho smiles softly, the back of his hand brushing tenderly against your cheek. “I love you, so so much. You know that, right? I probably don't say it as much as I feel it, because I always do. Every second of my existence is spent loving you. Even when I’m not fully awake, and still floating in that hazy space between dreams and consciousness, I can still feel it deep within me that I love you. It is the one thing that ties me back to life itself.”

“And I never... I never imagined that I could adore someone this much. So much that I always think of you, always miss you, even when you're near. Because I feel as if I missed out on years of loving you, back when we didn't know each other. And I- I want to love you, hard enough so it'd feel as if I’ve done it for your entire life.” He's blinking repeatedly, you're surprised he can still read the words scribbled on his paper. You can sense that the tears glistening in his eyes are on the verge of spilling, so you grab his hand and squeeze it gently. 'I'm here', you silently say- he understands.  

“Thank you for holding my hand. Now, and every time I’ve needed you. Thank you for being here for me, with me. I... I always thought that people like me were destined to be alone. But- but being with you feels like I’m with myself. There's no need for me to pretend. Thank you for not making me pretend anymore. You are my mirror, you and I are one, and I- I hope...” He brings your hand to his chest, where his heart beats wildly- 'stay with me' it sings to you.

“I hope you can always feel my love for you. Now and when we're too old sitting on the patio of our home, and my hand is still in yours. Because my heart belongs to you, it beats for you and I breathe for you.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 changbin ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

“You're breathtaking,” Changbin whispers in awe, his eyes tracing the contours of your body with each lingering look, like the brush of a skilled artist.

“So are you,” you giggle, but he shakes his head vehemently, drawing nearer to you. “You are the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I can't believe I’m marrying you,” he chuckles in disbelief, before grabbing your hand and twirling you around, showing you off for all to see. 

“Look at who I’m marrying!” he shouts with bursting excitement, as he dips you down, his nose grazing yours gently, a soft touch amidst the loud exclamations around you. 

“Still sure you want to marry him?!” Seungmin shouts from his seat and you giggle, wrapping your arm around Changbin’s waist. “I do!” 

Your laughter gradually fades, as Changbin clears his throat. His head is tilted to the side, a small, incredulous smile drawn on his lips as he contemplates the loveliness of this moment- of marrying you. 

“My baby. My beautiful baby. I think this is the happiest day of my life. But again, every day is a happy one with you. I... I've never known that love could be unconditional, that loving someone would feel as simple as breathing. Until you. Loving you doesn't feel like I’m taking something out of my being, and giving it to you. But rather, I’m nurturing something within me, a blossoming tender emotion that grows within my soul. Loving you...” he steps forward, cradling your cheeks in his warm hands. “Loving you makes me happy, immensely happy. Because you are the sunset that makes people stop in their tracks to admire it. You are the beautiful scenery that gives hope to everyone who witnesses it. And you make me feel alive. More than I’ve ever been before you.”

“And I promise...” he pauses, wide eyes trying their best to embrace each feature drawn on your face. “I promise to love you more today than I did yesterday. I promise to shoulder the pain that slips through the cracks in your heart, the one that you try so hard to conceal from me. I promise to hear your silent cries and to hug you until your soul stops bleeding. I promise to see you, even when you try to hide from me. I promise to hurt if it means you'll feel less pain. And I-” his voice trembles as it washes over your old scars, delicately erasing them from your memory. 

“I will love you. When the pain seems too big, I will love you. And when your happiness shines the brightest, I will love you. I am madly, irrevocably, desperately in love with you. My heart is tangled in yours.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 hyunjin ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

“My love,” Hyunjin begins before abruptly stepping forward, pressing his lips onto yours. The kiss is dizzying and sweet, it reminds you of the figs he hand-fed you yesterday- honey dripping down his tongue onto yours. “I’m sorry,” he whispers once he steps back. “I couldn't help myself. You're so pretty,” he admits sheepishly, and you giggle, too in love to ever mind.

“Where was I? Right, hi, my love. Writing these vows was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Not because I didn't know what to say, but there is so much I wish to express, to talk about when it comes to you. How my soul seems to burn for you. How you’re my last love, but also my first, because I don’t think I’ve ever truly loved before you. Not when you are love itself. But I… I found this journal entry, from four years ago. And I want to read it to you.” He clears his throat, a useless attempt to erase the quiver in his voice.

“I used to believe that love was meant to be grandiose. Extravagant gestures and confessions that will seem too magical for any ordinary human. That’s what I craved; a love so big it would overtake my being completely. But... But tonight, you played with my hair as I laid my head on your lap. And we held hands while drinking warm tea on your couch. And it felt enough, more than enough for me to lead a beautiful life. One worth remembering, one worth commemorating. All because it’s with you.

I realize now that I no longer have to search for love all around me, because you hand it to me, so freely, so selflessly. You love me on our extraordinary days and our mundane ones. I never have to second guess it with you. We may be angry, sad, or frustrated, but the love always remains. It's the one emotion that ties us together, that anchors us to one another. My compass. You.

I don't think I ever 'fell' in love with you. Because a fall can never be gentle, it always hurts, even if for a little. And you must always get up afterward, in a minute, in an hour, in a few years. You can't stay down forever. But this, what I feel for you, the emotion that makes my heart beat is tender and soft. It feels like walking inside a home where the light is golden, the windows are wide open, and every past version of me finally finds what it was looking for all along. I want to stay in you for a while. For a long time. For the rest of my life. And I’ll do whatever it takes so you’d let me.

P.S: I am sleeping with a light heart tonight. I hope that, for as long as I’m breathing, you will always too. You deserve it, more than anyone who has ever walked this earth.”

There is a long pause, as Hyunjin’s words hang over the air; they knock the breath out of you but simultaneously fill you with life. You step forward, swiping away his tears gently. He brings your hand to his mouth, soft rosy lips brushing against your knuckles. 

 “I guess I've been writing my vows since the day I met you,” he smiles softly, delicate love overflowing from him. “Every painting, every journal entry, was to you, by you, for you. Thank you for being my home. Thank you for choosing to love me, every day. Thank you for allowing me to witness the magic that is you. I will forever and always orbit around you.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 han ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

“Have I ever told you that you're my favorite artist, sweetheart?” Han’s voice is gentle, as he begins speaking. It reminds you of the waves lapping at your feet when he proposed to you. “I feel as if, as soon as you stepped into my life, you began to paint it with the most vibrant colors. The ones I’ve been desperately longing for. Because it is hard… to see the world as a rainbow when you've felt in blacks and whites for so long.” Han’s gaze softens as he spots the tears now trailing down your cheeks. “Shh, don't cry, honey. Or I’ll start crying too, and I don't think I can stop then,” he whispers and you nod, a breathy giggle escaping your lips.  

“My mind used to be a scary place. But it no longer is, because it's now filled with thoughts of you. I like to imagine that you planted yourself a little garden there, vibrant tulips and roses. And these flowers may wither down. But they will always bloom again, watered by my love for you, and your love for me. And I hope you know that I... I'll always be there for you too. When the thoughts in your head won't quiet down, I’ll talk for as long as it takes to distract you. And when you want to sit in silence, I’ll be near you, holding your hand. And when you want to be alone, I’ll be there, lingering around the door, within your reach. In whichever shape you want me, you'll get me. I am here, I won't ever leave you.”

“And now I’m crying too” Han chuckles softly, and through the shimmering veil of your tears, you cling to his hand to see.

“I really, really don't know what I ever did to deserve you. But I know I’ll try my entire life to be worthy of you. For as long as I’m here then there will always be someone who loves you. Someone who is proud of you; for breathing, for trying, for never giving up. Please never forget that. You are my strength, my peace, my home. You are everything I have ever dreamed of in human form.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 felix ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

The golden rays reflect on Felix’s eyes as he looks down at his paper. A summer wedding- he insisted, his only condition to you. It is ridiculous, you wanted to tell him, to expect it to be any season but summer when he is the sun.

“Hi baby,” he grins, twinkling brown eyes captivating yours. “God, I’m so nervous. I rehearsed this ten times in front of chan. I think he learned it by heart now.” You giggle, as Chan’s laughter travels across the venue. “I’m not usually afraid of speaking in front of people. But you aren't anyone. I guess that's why I’m nervous. You look really beautiful today. This isn't in my papers, I just wanted to tell you. Because you are. You're always beautiful but today you're absolutely breathtaking and I can't believe I’m marrying you. Thank you for saying yes,” he pauses, a breathy chuckle escaping him. “I’m rambling, aren't I?” you nod, a wide grin on your face. You love him.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I... I'm known as the massage fairy, right? I think I might've massaged almost everyone present in this room.” The loud cheers of your friends signal that they agree.

“I used to, I mean, I do it because you get knots in places your hands can't reach, and it feels nice, for someone to ease the ache of your muscles for you. And I always thought that massages were strictly physical. That it just undoes tension in your body, nothing more, nothing less. And I never told you, because it sounded silly in my head. But I knew... I knew I loved you when you massaged my shoulders for the first time. Do you remember, baby?” he asks, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “That was two months into our relationship. Which is fairly early, but time means nothing when it comes to you.”

“My shoulders were sore, and when I told you, you stood behind me instantly. You started to massage my shoulders and I almost cried right there and then. Because your fingers worked delicately, and it felt as if you were kneading your love into my body. You lifted an invisible weight off of me that day, an emotional one. I didn't even know it was there until you touched me. That's how I knew you were different, to me. That your touch wasn't strictly physical, that it reached into depths of my soul, that it soothed aches I’m not even fully aware of,” he pauses, drawing in a deep breath.

“You already know this, but I... I never really learned how to deal with sadness, because it all happens so suddenly with me. One bad thought always brings with it ten others and suddenly I am pulled into a pool of horrible feelings. But your hands keep me afloat until I’m ready to swim by myself again. I think... I think you understand my sadness more than I do. Maybe because you're a part of me, two halves of the same heart.” His voice softens at the last word, as unshed tears glimmer in his eyes.

“I hope, I pray, that my hands massaging your sore shoulders would also reach into your soul and heal its ache. And I know I might not make you feel better, instantly, or in a day, or the following one. But I promise that I won't ever leave, even if the bad times stretch forward. I'll be with you, patiently, just as you do to me. I may not understand myself fully, but I know that my soul was crafted to love you. Every atom in me is yours, and that is enough knowledge for me.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 seungmin ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

You take a step forward, brows knitted in concentration as you carefully readjust Seungmin’s black tie. Your hands then glide to his shoulders, smoothing the fabric of his suit. “Nervous?” You ask, and he responds with a subtle nod, planting a chaste kiss upon your forehead.

“Don’t be. It’s just me.”

“It’s never ‘just you’ to me.” He gently holds your chin, dainty fingers commanding a cascade of butterflies inside you. “Just look at me, okay?” You smile tenderly and he nods, taking a step backward.

Seungmin draws in a deep breath, eyes traveling over the entire room before finally settling on you.

“I’ve always liked math. I liked the security that numbers gave me, the exactitude of this science. Because one plus one equals two, and no change in our world, however grand it may be, could ever alter it. I liked things that I could grasp, that I could wrap my head around fully. Tangible rules and formulas. They were my safety net. Until you came into my life. You were the wildest variable I’ve ever encountered, and being near you made me crave things I’ve never known. You pushed me out of my comfort zone, but I wasn't afraid to fall into the unknown, because I knew you'd be there to catch me. So, you became my risks and paradoxically, my safety net, all in one.” He doesn’t look down at his paper- his kind eyes never leave yours, and you’re suddenly the only two humans existing in this world.

 “I remember a Tuesday night, two years ago. You slept over at my house, and we didn't do anything special. We just talked a lot, about everything and nothing, just saying whatever crossed our minds. And then you dozed off on my chest. You looked so... Peaceful in my arms, and I was surprised you weren't woken up by my wild heartbeat. Because I suddenly realized that I wanted a forever with you, right there and then.” You both step forward at the same time, hands reaching out blindly to hold one another.

“I’ve always found it a bit weird to crave something to last for a duration that we humans cannot grasp. Everything we know is ephemeral. Everything has a beginning and an end. So, I never really believed in forever, until you. Forever exists because I can't see myself ever not loving you,” a faint hiccup courses through him, as he looks up at the sky- an earnest attempt to stop his tears from falling. It is useless, because once he looks at you again, emotion overtakes him, rippling from him in waves.

“Even- even when we're both no longer here, and my body can no longer contain my soul. Even if I only roam in space eternally, as a small speck of light, my destination would always be you, because my love for you would be the only thing my soul would remember. The core foundation of my being, the essence of who I am is my love for you, and even if everything around me fades, the love for you will stay.” His forehead presses onto yours, a last whisper, only meant for you- “My eternity is you.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 jeongin ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

Jeongin's lips graze the inside of your wrist, right where your pulse dances in fervor- for him alone. He looks self-assured, as he lets go of your hand to take out a paper from his pocket. But there is a faint blush tainting his cheeks; it travels down his neck when he clears his throat.

“Baby,” he starts, voice hoarse from barely hidden emotion- the notes of it settle inside your heart. “I don't know where we will be many years down the road, or what we will be doing. But I know that there are things that won't change between us. I know that I’ll listen to all your rants about your favorite show, and I’ll buy you ice cream when you're craving it at 3 a.m. I will still buy two bottles of my shampoo because you love to use mine more than yours. And I like it when you carry a part of me with you, even in such a subtle way. I will still give you my jacket, even when you insist you aren't cold, but I can tell, because I know you. I will...” He sucks in a deep breath, as his vision grows blurry from the tears in his waterline.

“I will make you coffee in the morning, exactly how you like it, down to how many ice cubes you use. I will warm up your towel as you shower and I will fold your laundry because I know you hate doing it. And I- I will hold your hand when we cross the road, and in crowded places, and in the lines of every coffeeshop we’ll go to. I will run my fingers down your spine when you're about to sleep, and I will-” Jeongin's tears splatter across the paper, smudging its black ink. His lips are quivering, as the paper shakes in his hands.

“I will kiss your tiny bruises and remind you to breathe on- on days where...” Jeongin crumples the paper in his hand as he finally looks at you. He’s crying, a stream of tears trailing down his cheeks like a floodgate that isn't planning on stopping. “On days where it seems impossible to.” He finishes, the words he's written long forgotten by him. He didn't need to read them when he had you in front of him- the sole holder of his love.

“And I will hug you tight on nights when your sadness feels bigger than what your body can contain. And when words don't seem to make sense in your head, I’ll- I’ll listen to you, I’ll understand you, I’ll learn you. And I will love you. I will love you and I’ve loved you and I love you. And I- I wish there was a word bigger than love to describe how I feel for you. Because four letters never seem enough when it comes to you. But I am yours, body, heart, and soul. Wherever you go I follow. Till the ends of the earth, I'll be there.”

" no need for small talk. all that matters is that you were safe last night. " — diluc masterlist

matching costumes with them: crack + fluff hcs

how it feels when they kiss you for the first time: fluff short fic. lots of skinship

<3 zombie apocalypse au: fluff + crack hcs & short fic. mentions of killing zombies

<3 pet names + nicknames for each other: fluff hcs

how they carry you: fluff hcs. fan favorite!

<3 diluc and xiao as your pet cat: fluff + crack hcs. mentions of mice and hairballs

taking a strand of their hair as your mustache: fluff + slight crack short fic. lots of cuddling and touch

smau messages for when you're sick: fluff + crack texts. childe's real name spoiler, brief mention of death

random hcs w/ genshin boys: fluff. mentions of being flustered

random hcs w/ genshin boys pt. 2: fluff

more to be added soon...

snoopuru

wasted time | ran haitani

◉ SERIES MASTERLIST.

pairings: bonten ran x ex fem!reader

length: (est. 75k) incompleted

Author's note: this is a work in progress with slow updates because of uni :( . but here's the taglist incase you want to be updated. enjoy reading !!

synopsis. you and ran broke up after a disagreement and never expected to see each other again years later.

content. exes to lovers, porn with plot, mutual pining, slow burn, love triangles, past unhealthy relationship, post break-up, angst, bonten!timeline

nsfw content. alcohol, weed & drugs, violence, gunplay (sanzu is uhhhhh...yeah), intoxication; nsfw/18+ only, minors do not interact: riding, face sitting, oral (m & f), ass play, mutiple orgasms (f), creampie, drunk sex, reader hires a male escort to get over ran, it flops, loads of flashbacks, sexting, ran and reader are manipulative to each other

CHAPTERS

001 — (6.3k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: drinking & alcohol, ran smokes a cigarette, in flashback; first meetings, strangers to friends; reader and ran have history, nostalgia

002 — (7.3k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: suggestive!ran in flashback; he teases reader a bit, ran also neglects reader a bit, communication issues, accused cheating , mentioned sexual content, explains past relationship dynamic a lil more

003 — (7.7k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: mentioned drugs this chapter, implied blood and violence; sanzu gets caught with blood on his hands;

004 — (10.2k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: TW THIS CHAPTER!! gun violence; sanzu pulls a gun out on reader; profanity, reader gets knocked out in the head, sanzu shows reader picture with explicit imagery; decapition and amputation; heavy smut in flashback and slight angst

005 — (8.7k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: ran takes you to the meeting with mikey, then fucks the shit out of you, office sex, fantazing, reader has a small argument with ran, in flashback ran is kinda maniuplative

006 — (7k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: infidelity/cheating, violence and blood; ran beats up shion till his face is bloody; ran and reader have a toxic mindset, jealousy, cigarettes, drinking/alcohol consumption, hanma slut-shames someone

007 — tba

008 — tba

009 — tba

010 — tba

011 —tba

snapshots

a handful of moments you'd been convinced you were doomed to be stuck in Satoru Gojo's orbit forever - or a handful of ones where he realized he was stuck in yours

pairings: gojo x f!reader x geto

content: MDNI, childhood friends-to-lovers, copious amounts of fluff, crushes, teasing, gojo is so in love it's not even funny, heartbreak, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, threesome, happy ending, will update the tags here as it gets posted lol <3

page one . . .

playground bully | tutoring session

page two . . .

rainy day | happy birthday | prom date

page three . . .

lifeguard duty | long distance

page five . . .

hotel room | goodnight kiss (i) | goodnight kiss (ii) | tennis match

page six - full spread!

page seven . . .

page eight - full spread!

divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !!

i cant let them go yet apparently

Rindou introducing his big brother

actually, not just at cats