Sukuna has been apologizing for the past thirty minutes. You refused to budge. Which is why he was now locked out of your room.
“And I said I DON'T FORGIVE YOU!” you yelled out in frustration. “This is all to teach you a lesson. Next time a girl starts feeling you up and tries getting in your pants, you should shove her away!”
“But baby we were all dancing and I stopped her when she started touching me..” he paused, taking a deep breath. “Plus I thought she was into Toji for fuck’s sake!”
“Either way she was standing way too close. Did you even tell her you have a girlfriend? Am I just a toy? Am I here only for you to play with? Do you forget everything we share once you’re with your boys?!”
Okay maybe you were starting to get a bit too dramatic, but it was all for good cause! You were gonna put him in his place because who does he think he is? Last time a classmate of yours asked for your notes, Sukuna broke the poor guy’s nose. So no. You weren't gonna let this slide.
“Listen here woman, either you’ll open this door, or I'm breaking it down.” your boyfriend threatens, banging at the door softly, contrasting his tone and actions.
“Ryomen Sukuna. If you so much as touch this door again, you will be sleeping at the frat’s house for the rest of the semester. Try me. I dare you.”
Silence lingers for a while, but then you hear loud bangs. “WHAT THE FUC- “
Another bang. And then, the door opens, and Sukuna barges in.
“Are you serious right now? Get out!” you point towards the door, but all Sukuna does is lean against the doorframe, and looks you up and down.
“No, I'm not getting out until we solve whatever this is. Sit down.” he gestures with his eyes for you to sit down, but of course you don't comply.
“No.” you stare at him in defiance. “I'll have you know I am crazier than you think. If you don’t get out, I'll jump out the window."
Sukuna’s eyes widen in surprise, but then his lips curl into a smirk. “Really babydoll? Be my guest.”
Now it was you whose eyes widened in surprise. You start walking to your window, while keeping watch on the pink haired man.
“I am so serious I will do it!” his brows lifted in challenge. “Go ahead baby.”
You open the window, and brace both your hands on either side of it, while lifting your right leg. Just as you were about to jump, Sukuna’s arms wrapped around your waist tightly.
“Let go asshole!” you struggle against him. You thrash your hands around, trying to get out of his grip, but to no avail. “I’ve had enough of your bullshit, woman! Goddamnit stop fidgeting!”
“Oh so now my words are bullshit? Wow Sukuna, you deserve the award of man of the year. Seriously. Dude will you just let go already!”
“Stop yelling and I will. Also, I’m not your dude.” He dragged you all the way to the bed when he finally settled down, with you on his lap. “Will you please just listen? I said I was sorry, you know I love you and only you. I would never look at another woman the way I look at you.”
You open your mouth to speak, but Sukuna silences you with his index.
“Many women throw themselves at me. Did I ever entertain any of them? No. You know why? Because I have you, and you are enough. I only have eyes for you. I love you.”
Your eyes start around the room, avoiding his at all costs.
“But you already know that, don’t you?” he flashes you a sly smile. “Did you really think I would actually believe that you got jealous because a girl hit on me?”
…aaand you got caught. Guilt spreads through your face, and you loop up at the ceiling, feigning innocence. “I don't know what you’re talking about.”
Your boyfriend lets out a huff, giving your side a quick squeeze. “Yeah yeah. Of course you don’t.”
He tsked as he turned to stare at where you were standing a minute ago. “And stop pulling that shit, doll. You could get seriously hurt, y’know.”
You smile at him, too overjoyed considering what just went down. “It adds a little spice to our relationship though. But I think I might have to change my ways. After the first two times, you stopped panicking.”
Sukuna’s lips part, but nothing comes out, he just shakes his head in defeat, before pecking your lips and pulling you into his embrace.
a/n: wrote this when i should be doing a programming project… sigh. Dividers by @cursed-carmine. Art credits to the rightful owners.
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you were out shopping with Sukuna, holding your pregnant belly while you browse the stores with Sukuna at your side. Everything goes smoothly as Sukuna tries to not make you mad because the one thing he doesn’t want to see is you getting mad in any way possible.
So now, when Sukuna was watching from a few steps away while you shop for baby clothes even though you’re only three months pregnant, A woman slut decided to approach him.
And boy did she try to get his attention. The woman started off by twirling a strand of hair between her fingers as she smiles up and Sukuna. Sukuna raises an eyebrow at the woman and says,
“What do you want?”
The woman giggles and adjusts her low cut shirt to show off her chest more and leans a bit so her chest is barely touching Sukuna’s.
“Just wanted to see if a handsome man like you would want to-“
The woman was cut off as you pull Sukuna from the woman and you roll your eyes
“He isn’t interested in sluts like you.”
You say glancing at her in disgust as you take in the low cut top she tried putting lower for Sukuna and her mini skirt, the woman glances at you and your intimidating gaze and backs away slowly.
“I-im sorry I don’t know he had a girlfriend-“
“Wife, not girlfriend.” You say as you turn around and drag Sukuna by the ear to the malls exit, he doesn’t say a word. Already thinking about how you’re gonna punish and yell at him.
You two reach the car and get in, you immediately yank Sukuna’s hair and bring him face to face,
“What the fuck was that Sukuna?!”
“I didn’t even look at her-“
“Bullshit!” You say yanking his hair harder and he winces slightly.
“If I ever see you look at another woman I’ll rip your hair out and cut your dick, you understand?” You say as you let go of Sukuna’s hair and eat one of the pieces of bread Sukuna got for you from the bakery calmly as if nothing had happened.
“Yes ma’am” he said as he fixed his hair and turned on the car and drove back to the house.
If anyone were to ask what Sukunas biggest fear was it would definitely be you, no hesitation. Your jealousy and possessiveness alone is a lot to deal with.
But sukuna loves you for it.
And he knows you didn’t act out too much this time.
———-
This was my first time ever writing a fanfic guys kinda nervous ✌️
With John's Mask, does Bruce know that John has kids or has he just figured out that the slightly creepy smoker is a facade? And John has to be aware that Bruce knows that something's up, even if not what.
Bruce is helping Dick set up for the day, having offered to spend his Saturday by running the front desk. Dick's gym was a pipe dream he hadn't been aware his eldest had, until Damian had barged into his room one late night, demanding his signature on purchase agreements.
Apparently, his youngest had been attempting to buy a building for Dick's gym, only to run into the problem of no one being willing to sell to a child. Bruce wanted to say that funds were also an issue, but Damian had quickly reminded him that the Al Ghuls' wealth was far above the Waynes'. The monthly allowances that Talia sent him were more than enough to buy an entire block in Gotham.
It's taken a bit of tense negotiation for Damian to admit what he was planning to do before Bruce had jumped on board and gotten the legal side of the business up and running.
They've given Dick the keys to his gym on his birthday, and Bruce was pretty sure he saw his boy cry when the "The Flying Grayson Gym" sign was revealed. It made his heart swell with pride when Dick's other siblings had each jumped at the chance to teach a class.
Cass is going to teach ballet. Duke was doing karate. Steph took up boxing. Damian offered fencing for children (no adult wanted to learn from the teen, which angered him). Tim was very eager to do the aquatics courses, while Jason surprised everyone with his Zumba instructor certification.
Even Alfred had joined in, claiming he would be teaching at least one yoga class. After much consideration, Bruce stepped up to do spin classes. It was the only one that he felt Brucie could get away with having teaching credentials in.
Yes, Dick's gym offered a variety of classes and sports. Damian was making noise about expanding the gym into a community center, wanting to add more crafts and art. Dick seemed to glow with the idea, but it was apparent his gym was his top priority, especially the gymnastic classes he personally ran.
With half the staff being family, it made things easier for their nighttime activities without Dick having to worry about explaining his absences or behavior. What made it harder, however, was that the other half were regular people, so sometimes Dick was scrambling for employees who actually wanted to do a job and not get close to the Waynes.
As it were, Dick had to fire his last receptionist because she kept trying to come on to Jason. Apparently, a rumor about Bruce's will circulated a few months back, claiming that Bruce would leave Jason his entire wealth after finding the young man alive again. Jason has been struggling with treasure hunters, flinging false promises of love at him for weeks.
Bruce is in the middle of answering some emails about the kids' classes when the front automatic door slides open. In walks two kids, a boy and a girl, obviously twins by their near-identical features, both approximately five years old, looking around in wonderment.
Bruce's lip curls up into a smile as the little boy spots a poster of ballerinas, and quickly sticks a similar- if sloppy- pose. His dance outfit gives away his dream of becoming a dancer himself as he wobbles in place, trying with all his might to keep the arabesque as perfect as the women in the photo.
His sister, who was dressed in a gi with a white belt, claps enthusiastically for him.
She has a lovely British accent curling around some of her words, which tells Bruce she was either raised in Britain or her guardians are from there. Her American accent showed in the rise and fall of her words, though, and that let Bruce know she was being raised here now, long enough for her peers to influence her speech. "Wow, you're already so good!"
"Thanks!" The boy falls out of it. "I'm so excited to learn how to do the jumps. What about you? What are you excited about?"
"The kicks!" The little girl cheers, throwing a foot into the air as if she were kicking a soccer ball. " I'm going to be a ninja!"
She did a couple of chops in the air while her brother started standing on his toes, each making an odd little drawn-out side. It took Bruce a moment to realize it was supposed to be a battle cry, and he had to hide his laughter behind his hand,
Though the sound still carries, causing the children to pause and glance in his direction. At once, their eyes widened, then brightened, grasping onto each other and squealing. "It's Bruce Wayne!"
Hmm, now these are the youngest fans I've ever encountered. Bruce muses as the children race over to the counter, babbling about space travel and autographs. Were he anyone other than Batman, he doesn't think he would be able to understand them at the speed they speak or when they talk over each other, each saying a different fact about space.
"Did you know the sun is a star?"
"A day is longer on Venus!"
Mercury and Venus are the only planets that don't have moons. Isn't that cool, Mr. Wayne?"
"Can you lend me a spaceship? I'll take good care of it!"
Blue stars are the hottest! And the prettiest."
Bruce couldn't get a word in, even with the tiny things barely being able to look over the counter edge. Their tiny hands were gripping the edge of it, standing on their tiptoes just so their eyes could clear the counter. The automatic doors slide open again, this time by a well-dressed man, carrying two gym bags, who walks in. "Alright, alright, lambs, let the poor bloke breathe, yeah?"
The kids listen instantly, and Bruce knows, before he looks up, that this man is their father. Not only did their accents match, but their body language gave away their relationship. A healthy one, filled with love and trust that only kids who adored their parents could show.
"Sorry about them. They tend to get a bit excited about space. Weren't too rude, I hope?" The man apologizes. Bruce raises his head, a smile already pulling at his lips, and his hand reaches for the drawer of candies he keeps for the little ones.
"No trouble at all. The two are angels, it's great to see kids excited about science!" His words die in his throat when he makes eye contact with John Constantine. No iconic trench coat in sight. No signs of intoxication. No slouched over poster. No leer or scowl.
Instead, a while pressed transparent white shirt, a perfectly tied knot, in Alfred's preferred style of Eldredge, fresh pants that hug long legs and a fit waist, and the oddest detail of all, the polite, friendly smile being aimed at him. In fact Constantine's entire expression showed a man comfortable in his own skin and just as welcoming.
He was stunning.
Was this an imposter?
"Um...I...How can I help...you?" Bruce would deny to his dying day that he shuddered as Constantine's smile stretched further across his face in an entirely amused manner and not a disgusting leer.
"My lambs are big fans of space travel." Constantine starts after a moment. He must have realized the connection between Bruce's brain and his mouth was broken. "I was wondering if they could get an autograph of yours on their Wayne Spae travel shirts. We got them from the last tour your company did. Then, the kids can get to their classes? Danny is in kids beginning ballet, and Dani- with a i- is in kids beginning karate."
Bruce coughs, scrambling for the proper paperwork, though taking quick glances at Constantine as he does so. He was trying to find clues of the imposter theory, or maybe this was a form of magic? An illusion?
Some kind of clone, perhaps?
"Certainly! Let me just...ugh, get you to fill out some forms. Safety questions, waivers, and policies." Bruce coughs and hands a clipboard over the counter. Constantine offered him a polite grin, gave the board to Danny to hold, then walked the kids by hand over to the sitting area to fill out their information. Bruce watches him go, still stunned by the gentleness and... normal behavior he never thought a man like Constantine could exhibit.
The British man quickly finds a seat, sitting down with a regal elegance that makes Bruce swallow nervously. One leg crosses over the knee, creating a table with the limbs, which Constantine uses to balance the clipboard and start filling out the paperwork. In the same motion of picking up the pen, he rubs the heads of his kids, who kneel at the ground by their bags.
Both children giggle at the hair rub, causing the blond's face to soften. Bruce's mouth waters, hyper aware of those long fingers curling around a pen and the concentration on the man's face.
The blond man doesn't look at Bruce while he fills out the forms, but he does let the kids dig through their gym bags until each stands with a shirt. The familiar silver-blue symbol of Wayne Space travel is waved around like a banner as the kids bounce at Constantine's side, asking something in their hushed little voices.
The man looks up from his paperwork long enough to nod and smile at the children, keeping an eye on them as they run to Bruce. In Dani's hand is a Sharpie. "Mr. Wayne, our autographs!"
Bruce glances up at their father, makes eye contact, and flushes deep red at the utter adoration Constantine shows his children. He coughs again, shaking his head as he holds out his hands for the maker. "Of course. Where would you like me to sign?"
Maybe he's wrong. That man looks a lot like Constantine, but it's not possible that such a great father could be him? The Justice League Dark member couldn't even make it through half a meeting before puffing cigarettes and making one lewd comment. Bruce was pretty sure he never washed his trench coat either.
And yet, when the kids run down the hall to their rooms, the blond adult, one step behind them, calling out reminders about inside voices and feet, Bruce is left with paperwork clearly stating that John Constantine is their adoptive father.
The Justice League will never believe him. They must also never find out.
Because if they did find out John Constantine was a father who likely used his vulgar hero persona as a disguise, as Bruce was starting to suspect, then they would also find out Bruce actually thought the man attractive.
a/n: haven't posted in a while so here's something angsty again because apparently i hate peace. hope you like it :(
the front door shut with that usual little bang because alfie never really closes it properly.
"reader?" he called out, kicking his shoes off, shrugging his jacket off one shoulder.
but then he heard it. and yeah- his stomach dropped straight away. not quiet crying, not the 'i'll wipe my face before he sees' kind. this was loud and messy sobbing, like you couldn't breathe.
"shit- reader?" he said, already moving down the hall.
the bedroom door was slightly open and when he pushed it, there you was. curled up on the bed, with your phone in her had, tiktok playing. it was some baby video- tiny little thing asleep on his mum, holding onto her like she was his whole world. you looked wrecked. like properly wrecked. face flushed, tears everywhere, breathing uneven like you couldn't catch it, fingers gripping the duvet like it did something wrong.
alfie didn't even think.
"hey- hey, what's goin' on girl?" he said, climbing onto the bed straight away.
you didn't answer, just let out this broken sound and reached for him, and that was enough. he pulled you into him instantly, one hand on the back of your head, pressing you into his chest.
"i've got you, i've got you," he murmured, steady, even though his chest already felt tight.
you grabbed onto him like you needed him to stay upright.
"i can't do it," you cried into his hoodie, words all messy. "i can't- alfie, i can't do it-"
"hey, slow down, yeah?" he said softly, rubbing your back, but you shook your head, pulling back just enough for him to see your face- and fuck, yeah. completely shattered.
"why can't i just get pregnant?" you cried.
that hit harder than anything else you could've said. he swallowed, jaw tightening slightly, but he didn't interrupt.
"i don't get it," you went on, voice breaking, hands shaking a little. "we've been trying for months and it's just.. nothing. every time it's nothing and i feel so fucking stupid for thinking it'd be different."
he pulled you back into him straight away.
"you're not stupid," he said quietly into your hair, but his mind had already gone back there.
the doctor's office was too quiet. your hand was in his, squeezing his every time the doctor paused like you alreadt knew something was coming.
"everything looks fine," the doctor said. "you can conceive."
you actually smiled at that- small, but it was there. alfie squeezed your hand like, see? told you. but then..
"it may be difficult."
and yeah, that smile didn't last.
"difficult how?" you asked, trying to sound normal but he could hear it.
"it could take longer than average. possibly a lot longer."
silence. alfie felt your grip tighten.
"right," you nodded. "okay."
but it wasn't okay. not really. he knew that the second you walked out and went quiet.
"i'm so tired alfie," you whispered, pulliing him back. your voice wasn't loud anymore, just drained. "every month i think maybe this is it. i overthink everything, every little thing, and then it's just- nothing again."
he kept his arm around you, his hand moving slowly up and down your back. "yeah," he murmured. "i know."
you sniffed, wiping your face but more tears just came anyway. "i saw that video and i just-" you let out a shaky breath. "i want that so bad. i want a baby."
"i know you do."
"i've always wanted it," you said, voice wobbling again. "since i was little. i just wanna be a mum, alfie."
"and i know you want it too," you added quickly. "you'd be such a good dad aswell and i can't even-"
"oi," he cut in, pulling back slightly. "don't start that."
but you shook your head, crying again.
"i am though. i'm the reason it's not happening. i'm the reason you don't have a family and-"
"stop," he said, a bit firmer this time, and you went quiet.
he softened straight away, his hand coming up to your cheek.
"don't put that on yourself. that's not fair on you."
"but it's true-"
"no it's not," he said, shaking his head. "this isn't just on you, yeah?"
you didn't argue properly, just looked at him like you didn't fully believe it.
"i didn't choose you so you could give me a baby," he said. "i chose you 'cause you're you."
fresh tears, obviously.
"and yeah, i want one. course i do. with you. only you."
your breathing hitched.
"but i want you more."
that broke you again, quieter this time, and you folded into him.
"i feel like i'm failing," you whispered.
"you're not failing, love."
he kept holding you, hand moving slowly along your back.
"i just want our baby," you said quietly.
"yeah. i know."
"i want it to be easy."
"yeah.. same."
"what if it doesn't happen?"
he paused. "then we deal with that together."
you grip tightened.
"you're not doin' this on your own, yeah?'
you nodded.
"i'm sorry," you whispered.
"you're gonna have to stop sayin' that." he muttered, pressing a kiss to your head.
you'd gone quieter as time passed, just worn out, face tucked into his neck, your fingers holding onto his hoodie.
neither of you spoke.
the room was quiet apart from that stupid fucking video still playing softly in the background.
alfie's eyes flicked to your phone. he looked back at you, curled into him like you were holding yourself together by staying close.
then, without saying anything, he reached over, grabbed your phone, and locked it.
the room fell properly quiet this time. no baby, no music, no reminder.
he set the phone further away, then pulled you closer again, holding you a bit tighter.
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best friend!satoru never fucks around with his friendship with you.
he loves hates thinking this, but after another shitty boyfriend cheats on you, he’s more than elated that you’re single again. you shouldn’t be dating snotty pricks like those man children anyway. he’s right here for you, so why won’t you take the bait?
you’re knocking on his giant apartment door, vision blurry with tears and puffy cheeks. when he opens the door, satoru already knows the drill.
let you into his humble abode, offer words of comfort about how “that guy’s just another manwhore, y’know,” and, “you deserve much more than him, sweetheart.” then satoru goes all out by creating a fluffy bed fort—complete with the softest of pillows and heated blankets that keeps the two of you warm.
“it’s okay, just let it out,” satoru whispers to you, letting your emotions flow freely into his chest. “‘m right here.”
you’re just friends, but he decides to kiss away your tears anyhow. it’s for good luck, satoru reminds you, his lips a hair’s breadth away from yours.
at some point he can’t take it anymore and just molds his mouth to your lips (once you’ve calmed down, of course). you’re just too soft, too kind for men that waste your time with false hope.
satoru doesn’t even know if he deserves you.
“can i tell you something?” he blurts after (very reluctantly) pulling away.
whoopsies. . . .
you nod your head, dazed from the kiss you just shared with your best friend. “what is it?”
“. . . .i like you. like, really like you.” the words tumble out of satoru’s mouth before he can stop it, and he’s left with dead silence and an awkward flush on his cheeks.
Simon just got back go his apartment, tried and needing to relax. He's begrudgingly taking 2 days off after getting roughed up on an OP. Price had insisted, though Simon knows the old man simply wanted his boys to go home to their respective partners so he can also go home.
Once Simons inside, he carfully put his shoes n jacket by the door, he can hear his Fiancés voice softly talking to.. someone? Probably, he doesn't hear another person though..
He moves through their apartment to the bathroom, hearing his Fiancé talk softly
"Oh poor baby.. gonna get you so nice n clean hm? Oh sweet thing.."
Simon froze, cause Reader only talks to him like that when he begs. He had a small pout as he opened the bathroom door to see Reader sitting on the floor by the tub, washing a black cat with matted fur, it's not fighting with him, looking like a wet mop.
Reader smiled up at Simon.
"Love! You're home, welcome back.. I uh, found this little guy outside.."
Reader was nervous of course, he didn't know Simon would be home, and Simons just staring at the cat making intense eye contact..
"Why.. did you bring it in?.."
Simon asked genuinely, staring at the cat because who would let in a wild animal right?
"What do you mean why? He doesn't deserve to be outside!"
Reader huffed, the cat purrs softly filling the silence.. Simon looked at his gorgeous Fiancé and sighed, knowing he'd have to share his beloved with this.. cat.
