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I need him EXPEDITIOUSLYYY (and vergil too lowkey)

olruggio tutted in annoyance and ran a hand through his hair.

"y/n".

he called but you didn't respond. he knew for a fact you were there and that you could hear him.

"i know you're there", he approached his bed standing at the foot with his arms crossed.

he called your name again but this time more sternly.

"y/n".

"yes?".

"get out".

you popped your head out from under the covers, exclaiming in protest. "but why?

"because i said so".

"there's a gorgeous woman in your bed —”.

“annoying’s more like it”.

“you used to like that about me”.

“yeah when we were ten”.

"there's a gorgeous woman in your bed of her own accord and you wanna kick her out?".

and he did just that, leaving you on the floor and closing the door after him. you huffed and crossed your legs, mind drifting off to a younger olruggio who would’ve never dreamed of kicking you out.

"...asshole".

the next morning olruggio's jaw slacked. you dragged your feet at the pace of a snail, eyelids half closed and hair unruly as you idly followed the sweet aroma which woke you up.

it would've been any normal day, and olruggio wouldn't have paid any mind to your sluggish form..

if it wasn't for the fact that you came out of qifrey's room.

he blinked a couple times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming before he followed closely behind you, your body guided by the smell of breakfast.

“morning girls…qifrey”, you mumbled through a yawn, sitting down next to qifrey while olruggio leaned against the doorway with his arms folded and face scrunched up.

coco and tetia greeted you cheerfully while richeh slid a cup to your side before you even asked.

you leaned your head against qifrey’s shoulder. olruggio stiffened.

“you coddle her too much”, olruggio pointed an accusing finger.

“i do not”.

“you’re quite literally feeding her right now”.

“only because she’s tired”.

“right, right”, olruggio rolled his eyes. “and what’s your excuse for letting her sleep in your room?”.

“you kicked me out”, you frowned.

“you kicked her out”, qifrey shrugged.

“that doesn’t mean go bother someone else!”.

qifrey lightly sighed. “relax olly, you make it sound scandalous”.

that same night..

"well? what're you waiting for? sleep", olruggio grumbled already regretting his words.

you beamed, excitingly planting your palms against his back and pushing him forward despite his protests until he stumbled onto the bed.

“i don’t want to sleep alone, that defeats the purpose!”, you threw yourself on top of him, arms wrapped around his middle.

“you’re insufferable. truly.”, his words held no truth to them, you could sense it in his tone.

“but you still love me”.

“…”

“you’re not denying it!”, you raised your head and poked his cheek with a snicker.

he grabbed your finger mid-poke while the other held your waist as to stop your incessant flailing.

“lay down before i throw you out again”, he narrowed his eyes.

his touch was soft and familiar, rekindling a feeling you had deeply missed. “there’s my olly”.

you laughed as you laid your head back down onto his chest and wrapped your arms around his middle once again.

a/n: sigh i wish olruggio and his slutty waist were mine ALSO hope this wasn’t ooc >.<

"it's dinner time you too!", tetia beamed, excitement making her jump in place as she held the doorknob.

coco opted to follow after tetia, stepping out of her new room, and agott naturally stayed behind.

"they're gonna like mine better, trust me", you nodded smugly, hands planted on your hips.

"confident aren't you?", qifrey chuckled finding your competitiveness almost endearing. "but the girls will be the judge of that".

and as if on queue, tetia and coco came in. two dishes laid on the table with steam still diffusing and filling the room with a warm and homely smell.

"you two took forever", richeh muttered already sat, composed, and ready to eat.

"i was only gone for five minutes", tetia pouted.

"take a seat my little judges", you guided the two girls over to the table.

"judges?", coco questioned.

"judges!", you nodded.

the dishes were the same, only difference being you made one and qifrey made the other. the girls enjoyed you two's cooking equally as they've claimed in the past, but today would be the day a winner would be decided once and for all.

"think of it as a friendly competition", qifrey rested his cheek against his palm, elbow grounded on the table where you sat opposite him.

"minus the friendly bit", you said under your breath before clapping your hands together. "alright, begin!".

the three wasted no time in digging into both dishes. you leaned forward in anticipation as you studied their expressions closely.

"this one!", simultaneously richeh pointed to yours and tetia pointed to qifrey's.

coco on the other hand bit her lips with furrowed brows. she didn't want to disappoint you or qifrey, she'd only just settled in a while ago. "i can't choose..they're both so yummy".

just before you could respond, agott came in clearly drawn by all the commotion. "what are you all doing?".

"tiebreaker!", you got up and rushed over to the girls' table, handing the startled girl a plate. on one side was yours and the other side qifrey's.

"i didn't agree to—".

"please agott?".

she sighed. she figured she did owe you for helping her perfect and enhance her spells the past few days..

"fine".

she picked up the spoon and sampled both dishes. you shuffled back to your seat and waited expectantly.

silence.

and then—

"this one", she pointed at yours.

"yes!", you flailed your arms in the air, a bright grin spreading across your face and stool under you fighting to stay upright. you pointed at qifrey. "you lost!"

"i did indeed", he admitted easily.

"then why'd you look so happy?".

he laughed. "your smile is quite contagious, so much so that i almost forgot i lost". it left his lips like any ordinary sentence.

your face warmed. you went quiet.

"master y/n's in love", tetia squealed.

"really?!", coco blushed, hands over her mouth.

"really", richeh nodded quietly.

"could you be any louder", agott rolled her eyes.

"but don't tell master qifrey! we all promised her we'd swear to secrecy", tetia giggled, placing a finger up to her lips.

"you can't say things like that..", your head fell into your folded arms so only the table would see the sorry state your face was in.

qifrey blinked in confusion. "what did i say?", he turned to the girls for some kind of answer but none was given to him.

tetia zipped her lips and threw the imaginary key over her shoulder, richeh gave him a thumbs up (whatever that meant), coco gushed over the whole situation and agott averted her gaze in respect of your secret.

he'd surely consult olruggio about this later.

a/n. im glad the tiktok edits convinced me to watch wha cause its defo not an anime i’d normally watch but im obsessed 😼

—sukuna

"immediately no".

you hit sukuna's bicep and gave him a warning look before you turned to the couple with an apologetic smile.

"sorry about him, he didn't sleep good last night", you nudged your elbow into his side. deep and hard. "isn't that right sweetie?".

sukuna stifled a hiss. his intestines were screaming for help but you didn't let up until he managed to squeak out a reply.

"r-right..".

"dad can you just..be nice", she slapped a hand over her face.

"hurt her and i hurt you".

your daughter let out an exasperated sigh.

"i promise to make your daughter the happiest girl alive!", the boy said as his head almost hit the floor from how low he bowed.

"tch. you'd better if you wanna live a long life", sukuna grumbled to himself as he walked away.

"i think he likes you!", you cheered.

the boy raised an eyebrow. "if that's what he's like when he likes someone i'd hate to be on his bad side".

"yeah..", you winced, thinking about what your husband did to your daughter's previous boyfriend.

"last guy she dated ended up in the hospital after ryo found out he cheated on her..".

his jaw slacked. eyes wide with a mixture of fear and astonishment. he looked at his girlfriend.

"we're never breaking up".

— satoru

"like boy friend or boyfriend?".

"boyfriend. dating. couple", your daughter explained to her father as if he was five and a half.

satoru dropped to his knees, hands against his temples as he wailed in protest.

you and your daughter shared a look, one that said 'knew something like this would happen', while the boyfriend in question stood dumbfounded. why was this forty something year old man throwing a tantrum?

"but sweetheart, you're still a baby! you're still my baby!", he got up and cradled her head against his chest.

"dad im sixteen stop it!", she groaned, words muffled against his shirt as she tried to free herself from the prison she called her father's ridiculous grip.

once she did, she ran over to you, hands clasped together tightly. "mom please just give him another kid so he'll stop babying me!".

you scoffed out a laugh, shaking your head violently. "fat chance, i did my time!".

while satoru continued to sulk and you and your daughter bickered, her boyfriend blinked once, twice, then a third time just to make sure he wasn't dreaming or anything. just to make sure he was actually face to face with his future in laws.

"what’s with this family..".

—suguru

"what's wrong with you", your daughter blinked at her dad completely unimpressed.

"the monkey smell is just too strong ", suguru pinched his nose with furrowed brows.

"monkey smell..?", the boy looked around, half expecting a monkey to walk in at any minute. "didn't know you had one".

"i don't".

"oh my goodness can you stop saying that!", you groaned, tugging at his ear.

"i was joking", he laughed as if you weren't seconds away from wringing his neck.

suguru cleared his throat and stood up right after you let go of his ear. "she hates everyone just like her mother, so count yourself lucky that she's giving you a chance”, he stated matter-of-factly.

you shot him a look. he stuck his tongue as if to say ‘it’s true though’.

"if you can make her the happy then we’ll get along just fine”.

the boy nodded, his face brightening at the fact that suguru didn’t completely hate his guts.

"but if you can't then its back to the zoo you go".

you scoffed. "you're sleeping on the couch tonight".

"..what did i say?"

you swatted toji's hand away as he tried to reach for yours.

"leave me alone..idiot".

a cold and dangerous frown was etched on your face as you speed waddled down the streets of tokyo, seven months pregnant.

"oi slow down, you're gonna trip—"

"don't tell me what to do asshole".

he sucked in a breath. it sure was gonna be a long evening.

"i'm not— i just—"

"stop ordering me around. be quiet".

toji rubbed the side of his neck, eyes trained on your figure not too far in front of him. "ah jeez..",

you took a sharp turn, dodging a group of pedestrians with scary efficiency for someone who was walking and living for two.

"listen, they had plenty other options", he jogged lightly to your side, trying his best to reason with you.

"you said we'd go a week ago. you kept putting it off. now they don't have the colour i wanted".

"the one with green polka dots looked just fine to me", he shrugged his shoulders.

your eye twitched. toji took half a step away from your side.

"you're telling me i should settle with pushing my firstborn down the street in a navy stroller with...green polka dots..?", you shivered merely saying the last three words. it was the ugliest green you'd ever seen in your life.

"wouldn't dream of it ma", he attempted to reach for your hand again. you folded your arms as best as you could.

he let out a breathy laugh, it was slightly amusing and cute to watch you throw a fit over a couple green polka dots.

"i'll find it. just let me hold your hand".

"they're sold out stupid".

"i'll get it. the exact colour", he assured you. he sounded so confident that you couldn't help but believe he would. he always managed to figure something out whenever you were mad at him.

"and if you don't?".

"i'll sleep on the couch till the kid's born".

a smile crept unto your lips but you turned your head away from him.

he sighed, thinking his words had no effect until he saw how you slowly put out your hand for him to take.

he laughed, his hand engulfing yours as he placed a chaste kiss on your temple.

"you done runnin' away from me now?", he leaned forward a bit so he could get a look at your face.

"..yeah. i'm worn out", you admitted albeit hesitantly.

"yeah no kidding".

"don't patronise me!".

satoru had his phone propped up against a building block, limbs splayed on the play mat as he tried to ignore his daughter's active attempt at taking his life (smacking a bright red building block against his head and doing little to no damage).

he watched the screen with a big pout.

you. big hat, sunglasses, bright smile and cocktail in hand.

"look at her", he muttered.

he should be there too. why you wouldn't let him come along on your girl's trip was beyond him..

the little girl followed her father's gaze and upon seeing your face bounced up and down in excitement.

"mama!", she made grabby hands at satoru's phone.

"yeah yeah..", satoru rolled his eyes, keeping a hand around her middle so she didn't fall face first into his phone.

"she left us for cocktails and a bit of sun, can you believe that?!", he exclaimed as his daughter babbled back, eyebrows knitting together as if she understood what he was saying.

"tell me about it", he shook his head with a sigh. "we're literally all the sunshine she needs".

his eyes averted back to his phone. you lifted your drink up to the camera, laughing at something your friend said that satoru couldn't quite make out.

"oh now she's cheers-ing us?", he scoffed. his daughter took her sippy cup and held it up above her head with a giggle.

"cheers i guess..", satoru picked up the empty juice box beside him and did the same before planting his head against the play mat with an audible groan.

"i miss my wife", he sulked.

as if on queue, you blew a kiss to the camera with a wave. "i miss you two sooo much but don't worry i'll be back before you know it!!".

satoru couldn't help but smile sweetly, which under a second turned into a mischievous one. "we're so guilt tripping her when she gets back. some tears, maybe a 'how could you leave us' speech. you down?", he asked his daughter who babbled happily before they both clinked their empty drinks.

when higuruma opened the door to your shared apartment, his heart almost came to a standstill.

your unmoving body stomach down on the floor, hair disheveled and limbs making no effort to shift or twitch to prove you were in fact alive.

that is until your head swivelled towards the door, hair obstructing your vision slightly but you knew it was higuruma. your flushed cheeks, lopsided grin and dress hiking up your thighs told him all he needed to know.

he ran a hand through his hair with a sigh of relief and closed the door behind him. it had completely slipped his mind you had plans with your friends earlier.

"floor's gonna start fighting back one day with the way you always collapse on it after a night out".

you giggled. "tired. floor's comfy".

higuruma shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie, walking over to the sink. "you better take your makeup off before you pass out". he wouldn't hear the end of it if you broke out because you slept with your makeup still on.

you grumbled. “don't feel like".

"you'll regret it".

"tomorrow me's problem".

"tomorrow my problem".

you watched as he crouched down to your level, glass of water in hand.

"drink".

you furrowed your brows before turning your head the other way.

he rolled his eyes. he should've known it wouldn't be that easy.

you heard some shuffling as he disappeared briefly before coming back with the same glass.

but this time there was a pink swirly straw sticking out.

"how about now?".

you leaned forward immediately, taking slow sips. he smiled.

holding your hand, he placed the glass in it and walked over towards the bathroom. "give me two minutes".

higuruma grabbed what he remembered you using to take your makeup off the last time. he hoped his memory wouldn't fail him.

you flipped around so you were lying on your back and for a few minutes it was quiet. nothing but the sound of your breathing and the damp towel moving against your face.

"that tickles", you twitched.

"cause you keep making faces", he shook his head at your hopelessness.

you fixed your lips into a straight line, blinking up at higuruma with determination to stay still as he wiped your face. it all felt so natural, no one could've guessed it was his first time doing it.

unable to hold eye contact without a dopey smile sneaking onto your lips, you took his hand in two of yours and placed it flat against your cheek, towel falling out of his hand.

"you treat me so good hiro, none of the guys my age hold a candle to you".

he raised his eyebrows. then he looked down at you— really looked this time.

flushed cheeks, dress straps halfway down your upper arms, smudged lipstick that he didn't quite get to cleaning off, and eyes— which at first sight— he fell in love with.

“i want a kiss hiromi”.

his thumb rubbed smooth circles against the apple of your cheek. “just one”.

simultaneously, you two leaned forward until your lips connected, your hands moving from behind your back to around his neck.

it was warm and lingering. not rushed. but gentle. despite your drowsy state you felt yourself leaning into the kiss, deepening it as you let your fingers get lost in his hair.

you hummed contently before he pulled back, but it wasn’t far. his forehead was against yours and you could feel his breath against your face.

“see? better than guys my age”, you muttered into his mouth.

he watched your lips move closely before leaning in once again, this time effortlessly lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist before he set you down on the island.

“thought you said one kiss..”, you cocked your head to the sign, feigning innocence.

he hummed, slowly zipping down your dress, eyes narrowed as if he was thinking hard.

“i said that?”.

there was an unspoken rule at the reception: no one touches the wedding cake.

and it was administered by none other than your— through sickness and in health— husband, gojo satoru.

of course, you guys took pictures with it, hand-on-knife shots and whatnot but that’s as far as he was willing to go. any attempt to cut the cake was met with a look that could kill.

nobara and yuji had been eyeing the tall white treat all night, each taking turns guessing what flavour it’d be once cut.

then there was megumi who already knew what flavour lied behind all the white frosting, simply watching the two bicker amongst themselves.

so when the after party had come to an end and the cake was being wheeled away, nobara and yuji were devastated, comically deflating like wacky inflatable arm flailing tube men.

where was it going? your shared hotel suite of course.

“satoru!”, you gasped, flicking your heels off and letting them land wherever they pleased. “we can’t finish all that by ourselves”.

he snorted. “do you even know who you married, mrs. gojo?”, he emphasised, clearly tipsy. “this is light work!”.

and so that’s how the night ended: you two sat on the floor feeding each other cake while debriefing your own wedding.

“but did you see the way nobara dived for that bouquet?!”, you laughed, cheeks full with cake.

“she elbowed maki in the face, that bouquet caused casualties”, he fell back from laughter, his loose tie holding on for dear life and half his shirt buttons undone.

you stabbed your fork into the cake like it had offended you, falling back on the floor next to your husband.

“im full”, you patted your stomach beneath the layers of frill.

“i’m not. feed me?”, he pleaded as you rolled your eyes at his antics, sitting up and cutting a piece of cake with your fork and putting it up to his mouth, your other hand resting on his chest and admiring how he still looked so damn good even with his hair tousled against the red carpet.

“not like that”, he whined. “it’s not romantic enough”.

you idly swung your legs in the air, cocking your head to the side. “not romantic enough?”.

“do it like those dramas. just once. mouth to mouth. it’s tradition..probably”, he had that silly lopsided grin of his, the one where you couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol talking or him. you think it’s both.

you nudged the fork against his lips. “i can guarantee it’s not”.

“you don’t know that”.

“what I do know is that you’re full of it”.

“i’m full of nothing”, he pouted. “because my wife won’t feed me cake with her mouth”, he looked away to the side, feigning sadness.

“fine. close your eyes”, he looked so excited that you almost felt bad for having the brilliant idea of drawing clown features onto his face with frosting.

keyword almost.

“this is what you get for saying ‘i do’ before the officiant finished his sentence!”.

“i was enthusiastic okay!”, he wiped off a bit of frosting you plopped onto his nose and drew a heart on your cheek.

you both stared at each other, covered in sugar and laughter.

“10/10 would marry you again”.