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she gets hugs, right? often enough. the occasional awkward one with dennis, when she can tell he needs it. sometimes a patient will cling to her for a moment and she'll allow it, or take their hand when they grieve. it's often enough, it's whatever. it's not like she never gets touched. she'll even pat victoria's shoulders sometimes, ruffle dennis's hair.

she doesn't consider herself to need touch. it's not exactly been some pillar of her life, it's not been something welcomed or wanted. it's something other people need, maybe, not her. sure, being held sounds... nice. in theory. being held without expectation, by someone safe. but she— she probably wouldn't even like it. it doesn't matter.

and then maybe... a patient death or story cuts deep. leaves her shaken. little tremors in her hands, stumbling over words, faltering during traumas. more than enough for ever perceptive baran to notice. she pulls her aside, brow furrowed in concern. is everything alright, doctor santos?

and maybe trinity shrugs. her lip trembles a little, just a little, more exhausted than anything. and baran is tactile— a warm hand on a shoulder, back, guiding or comforting. and she can tell trinity could use one, so... maybe she pulls trinity in for a hug.

trinity waits for it to be over for a minute. keeps herself stiff in that awkward way she always does, because hugs are an over-in-a-second, make the other person happy ordeal. but... baran doesn't let go. just holds, holds, holds. pats trinity's back, keeps her close.

baran is so warm. she smells good, too, dark cherry and musky vanilla, alluring. and trinity, for the first time in... maybe ever? melts into it. slumps against that warmth, tension seeping out of her sore muscles, a stretched out rubber band finally snapping. she doesn't mean to, doesn't mean to, but then she's crying, and she's holding onto baran, and maybe a please whimpers out of her mouth.

The spiritual successor to Crack JJK headcanons based on nothing but vibes. Send me your own silly headcanons I would absolutely love to read them!!

2003-2007

He desperately tried to make Yuuji’s first word be “fuck.”

He got so sick and tired of having to watch the same Barney VHS tape while babysitting that he ripped the film out and blamed it on toddler Yuuji.

Yuuji always begs him to draw his tattoos on him every time he babysits.

One time toddler Yuuji broke Sukuna’s flip phone in half. Sukuna was too impressed to be mad at him for it.

2008-2013

He brought five year old Yuuji to a Slipknot concert and had him up on his shoulders with big noise cancelling headphones on… and also “forgot” to ask Jin permission to bring him beforehand.

He tried to do a trick on Yuuji’s razor scooter and accidentally broke it.

He took Yuuji with him to Warped Tour.

He got really embarrassed when Jin showed Yuuji his high school yearbook photos of him with a mohawk.

He has a leather jacket with pins and patches all over it and Yuuji LOVES wearing it when he comes over.

2014-2017

He cut Yuuji’s hair when he got into middle school and told Jin “I’ll be damned if my nephew has a bowl cut.”

When Yuuji got into a fight at school he asked him “did you win?” When Yuuji said yes he took him to get ice cream.

He had a white iPhone and dropped it, cracking the glass on the back; Yuuji colored in the cracks with neon pink sharpie.

The first time Yuuji snuck out Sukuna chewed him out when he got back home, telling him “I don’t care if you sneak off, but you fucking tell me next time.”

it’s the middle of the night when you hear the door creak. you nuzzle into sukuna’s chest, thinking you’re just imagining things as you keep your eyes closed.

but small pitter-patters of feet make its way to your side of the bed, and a tiny hand tugs on the covers.

a soft hum of confusion escapes your lips as you rub the sleep from your eyes and squint at the blurry fluff of pink hair looking up at you.

“‘s too cold… can i sleep wif you..?” yuji asks, looking up at you with his big brown eyes as he clutches his little blanket and his tiger plushie held tight in his chubby arms.

“mhm, c’mere, baby,” you murmur, picking him up by the armpits and settling him in between you and ryomen.

a groan comes from said man, and he goes to turn on his back when yuji hits his chest.

ryomen stops turning and grumbles, “what’re you doing, brat? go back to bed…”

“‘s too cold!” yuji complains, moving to lay on sukuna’s chest.

“you’re going to make me overheat. get off.”

“nooo!”

“shhht!” you kick your legs and shush them, “figure something out and be quiet…” you murmur, already falling asleep.

silence occupies the room when suddenly yuji not so quietly whispers in sukuna’s ear, “i’m sleeping here,” while lying on his chest.

“you are not. get-“

sukuna’s interrupted when he’s kicked by a pair of colder feet next to him, and he scoffs. yuji tries to muffle his giggles in his hand but fails, as you can’t keep a smile off your face with adorable sounds like that.

as soon as you’re about to fall asleep, a large hand pulls you closer, having your back facing away from him instead of toward him now. your leg naturally lies on his, and your cheek presses onto the muscle of his arm, using it as a pillow.

he keeps a hand secure on your head and pats yuji’s back, and although the little boy is passed out, sukuna mumbles, “sleep, brats,” as he protects the two people he loves the most.

fluff - baby!gumi having a nightmare

it’s just past 2am when the bedroom door creaks open.

you stir first. you don’t even sit up, just blink at the shadow in the doorway. the shadow is small and chubby, clutching a frog plushie to his chest.

“gumi?” you whisper. “what is it, baby?”

he doesn’t say anything. just stands there in his too-big froggie pajamas, silent.

you sit up.

that’s when he toddles over. silently with quick little steps and climbs straight into the bed, right between you and toji. gumi wedges himself into the sheets like he’s done it a thousand times (he has).

you gather him close instinctively. his cheeks are warm and his long lashes are damp,

“bad dweam,” he mumbles.

your heart breaks into a million tiny pieces. “oh, baby.”

“was big an’ loud an’ - an’ it chased me,” he sniffles. 

“fwoggie twied t’fight it but he don’t got arms.”

you nod solemnly. “poor froggie. so brave.”

“he twied,” megumi insists, serious as death. “but it was too monsty.”

he sniffles again. then hiccups.

you pat gumi’s back. he’s curling into a tighter and tighter ball, sock hanging off one foot, toes cold against your thigh.

“what happened to your other sock?” you ask, gently.

megumi lifts his head. considers this. looks at froggie. then solemnly whispers: “he eated it.”

toji, who was pretending to be asleep, snorts into his pillow.

you don’t even correct him. just nod very seriously. “we’ll deal with that tomorrow.”

then gumi wiggles around like a franticworm until he’s planted directly on top of toji’s chest. 

he’s sprawled out like a starfish. plump cheek smushed against toji’s rough skin. froggie clutched in one hand, the other splayed out like he’s claiming territory.

toji lets out the heaviest sigh.

“he’s a parasite,” he mutters. “a chonky parasite.”

but one big hand still rises to cup the back of megumi’s head.

megumi lets out the tiniest little hum of satisfaction. already drifting off again.

hopefully dreaming about something sweeter. 

uncle sukuna, who shadowboxes little yuuji when he's sitting on the sofa, trying to watch his shows. yuuji remains unfazed but is slightly annoyed at sukuna constantly blocking the TV. sukuna probably shouldn't pretend to punch the kid, but they both know he'd rather slit his throat and die than hurt a single nerve on yuuji.

uncle sukuna who dresses yuuji in matching outfits whenever they go outside. women flocked to him when they saw the kid in his arms, and suddenly, having the snotty little brat was worth it. he was a sweetheart and smiled shyly at them all, but sukuna would hit them with the 'he likes you, he isn't this affectionate with most people'. works every single time.

uncle sukuna, who does that weird hacking up phlegm thing that scares yuuji half to death. the poor toddler immediately starts tearing up at the noise.

uncle sukuna who makes sure yuuji always has the best and most fashionable trainers. he doesn't care if it's pointless because yuuji's constantly growing. no nephew of his is allowed to have dead shoes. it's embarrassing for him.

(every time he buys himself new shoes, he always buys two pairs, one in his massive size 13 (14/49) and one in yuuji's cutesy teeny size. turns his heart into goo)

uncle sukuna who gets yuuji a mini version of his motorbike (or one that's similar enough) and helps the cutie decorate it however he wants with stickers and paint (even though he's dying on the inside). yuuji begs and begs sukuna to let him put stickers on his, but he vehemently refuses. they both settle on decorating sukuna's helmet instead <33

here's another post in the same universe, kinda like a pt 2 :))

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Hello friends, I am your friend Alaa, who lost her husband in the war. I gave birth to my daughter, Fatoum, without her ever seeing her father.

We are going through a very difficult humanitarian situation.

My campaign is extremely weak, and it is my only source of income for my daughter, Fatoum.

Fatoum is sick because of the cold weather and the lack of proper heating.

We are suffering greatly from all conditions. Our tent is very poor and not suitable for living.Everything here is hard to find. There is no source of income, no money, and my daughter is very ill.

Please help me.😭🙏🙏

This is a humanitarian case, and no matter how small your donation is, it will help me provide a dignified life for my daughter.

when Jin first told Sukuna abt how he would be an uncle, he couldn't have cared less.

the baby was just going to be one more litte thing that kept his twin brother away from him.

Just a new addition to a family he saw twice a year n nth more.

He definitely didn't feel anything when they showed him he sonogram.

Sukuna waved it off. After all he didn't rlly care, even if he was at the gender reveal party bright n early to help out with decorations n shit.

Nope Sukuna most definitely did care even if all he could hear all his friends snickering behind his back.

He didn't even care when he was third person who held Yuji. He most definitely didn't tear up when he saw the baby

But he did pity his brother n wife when he saw their sleep-deprived state during a surprise visit.

Sukuna felt so bad in fact that volunteered to help out grocery shopping n babysit to help his brother n his wife rest for bit after becoming new parents.

Jin looked at him like he had grown two heads.

But true his word, Sukuna took care of the shopping.

Once everything was stocked away where should be, Yuuji wails through the baby monitor screen.

Sukuna rushes to his room, formula bottle in hand. He definitely didn't watch twenty + videos on how to hold and feed a baby.

And if Jin asked that night at dinner if Sukuna sang his son a lullaby, Sukuna denied it vehemently even though Jin most definitely heard his brother sing through the baby monitor.

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baby!yuji family series

what’s life like for wife!reader x husband!sukuna with their son yuji? read below to find out ❀

୨୧ human pyramid

୨୧ fever

୨୧ nightmare

୨୧ like father like son

୨୧ walking baby

୨୧ play date ft.baby!megumi

୨୧ toddler clippings

୨୧ +ve pregnancy test

୨୧ bun bun

୨୧ gluttony

୨୧ teething

୨୧ attachment issues

୨୧ sweet boy

୨୧ peak-a-boo

୨୧ get em’ banned

୨୧ routine (new..!!)

(on going ^^)

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Sukuna swore he wasn’t gonna make a big deal out of this.

It’s just school.

Kids go to school every day. It’s not like Yuji’s being shipped off to war or something.

…so why the hell is he standing outside the school gate with his arms crossed so tight it looks like he’s holding himself together?

“‘Kuna,” Yuji tugs on his sleeve, backpack almost bigger than him, “why you makin’ that face?”

“I’m not making a face.”

“You are. You look like you ate somethin’ yucky.”

Sukuna clicks his tongue. “Watch your mouth.”

a small no-curses au where reader is sukuna’s girlfriend, and he’s yuji’s and choso’s uncle — pure fluff (๑>◡<๑)

ᯓ★ introducing you to his nephews

ᯓ★ kuna’s jealous of yuji being your fav

ᯓ★ coming over, but not for your boyfriend

ᯓ★ you‘re taking care of his sick nephews

ᯓ★ his nephews make him apologize after an argument

ᯓ★ someone mistakes you for a family

ᯓ★ getting ready with them

ᯓ★ kuna accidentally teaches yuji a swear word

ᯓ★ his nephews and you draw his tattoos on yourselves

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it’s the middle of the night when you hear the door creak. you nuzzle into sukuna’s chest, thinking you’re just imagining things as you keep your eyes closed.

but small pitter-patters of feet make its way to your side of the bed, and a tiny hand tugs on the covers.

a soft hum of confusion escapes your lips as you rub the sleep from your eyes and squint at the blurry fluff of pink hair looking up at you.

“‘s too cold… can i sleep wif you..?” yuji asks, looking up at you with his big brown eyes as he clutches his little blanket and his tiger plushie held tight in his chubby arms.

“mhm, c’mere, baby,” you murmur, picking him up by the armpits and settling him in between you and ryomen.

a groan comes from said man, and he goes to turn on his back when yuji hits his chest.

ryomen stops turning and grumbles, “what’re you doing, brat? go back to bed…”

“‘s too cold!” yuji complains, moving to lay on sukuna’s chest.

“you’re going to make me overheat. get off.”

“nooo!”

“shhht!” you kick your legs and shush them, “figure something out and be quiet…” you murmur, already falling asleep.

silence occupies the room when suddenly yuji not so quietly whispers in sukuna’s ear, “i’m sleeping here,” while lying on his chest.

“you are not. get-“

sukuna’s interrupted when he’s kicked by a pair of colder feet next to him, and he scoffs. yuji tries to muffle his giggles in his hand but fails, as you can’t keep a smile off your face with adorable sounds like that.

as soon as you’re about to fall asleep, a large hand pulls you closer, having your back facing away from him instead of toward him now. your leg naturally lies on his, and your cheek presses onto the muscle of his arm, using it as a pillow.

he keeps a hand secure on your head and pats yuji’s back, and although the little boy is passed out, sukuna mumbles, “sleep, brats,” as he protects the two people he loves the most.

Sukuna swore he wasn’t gonna make a big deal out of this.

It’s just school.

Kids go to school every day. It’s not like Yuji’s being shipped off to war or something.

…so why the hell is he standing outside the school gate with his arms crossed so tight it looks like he’s holding himself together?

“‘Kuna,” Yuji tugs on his sleeve, backpack almost bigger than him, “why you makin’ that face?”

“I’m not making a face.”

“You are. You look like you ate somethin’ yucky.”

Sukuna clicks his tongue. “Watch your mouth.”

after carrying your son around in your stomach for 9 months, and pushing through 8 hours of intense labour, you are now staring down at your beautiful baby boy with tired eyes.

he is beautiful, but he looks exactly like his father.

you huff. "he looks exactly like you"

"don't sound too excited" sukuna jokes, smoothing over yujis scarce pink hair.

you inspect the baby further, peering at his pink hair, the exact same shade as his daddy's, as well as the same skin tone and his little mouth laying perfectly flat along his face while he sleeps. your eyes follow his chubby arms and fingers and belly, baby fat almost promising that he will get as big and strong as his dad.

then you look up to his father, kuna's face resting in the same serious line while you watch him watching yuji. you reach up and cup sukuna's cheek. when his gaze meets yours you take in the details of his pretty eyes, his tattoos, and his markings below his eyes.

you snap your head back to yuji.

"kuna he even has your little markings" you whine, "he looks nothing like me... i pushed out your fatass baby and carried him for 9 months the least he could do is look a little like me.." you continued on.

sukuna holds back a laugh and smooths over your hair, "the next one will look exactly like you.. maybe a pretty little girl."

you grumble a little more but inevitably settle down and lay back onto the pillow. with yuji in your arms, and sukuna leaning over you both, carressing yujis face, you all sit there for a while.

yuji babbles a little in his sleep and cracks a little smile. "he must be dreaming" you softly mumble with a smile.

sukuna looks back and forth between you too. "he has your smile"

if you weren't so tired, you would've jumped for joy. "really?" you tuck yourself against sukunas chest, nuzzling him slightly.

he hums.

edited; 1.3k words inspired by: this tiktok pairing: uncle sukuna & baby yuji tags: shy baby yuji; annoyed uncle sukuna summary: sukuna gets dragged to a kindergarden sports day

One evening, while putting Yuji to bed, Sukuna gets an annoying request.

"Uncle Kuna—,"

"Sukuna."

"—please check for monsters under my bed."