Do You Really Want To Be With Me?

“Do you really want to be with me?”

Your question rings through Suna’s head.

“It’s going to be really hard…There’s going to be a lot of obstacles and shit to deal with, not to mention the uphill battles.”

“You mean dealing with your family and friends?” He smirked. “I’m not worried about them.”

You snorted, somewhere between derision and sarcasm. “Sure you aren’t–”

“I’m not,” he tried to reassure you but you ignored him.

“I was talking about myself.” You eyed him skeptically. “I’m not well, Suna. The person who’s going to give you the most trouble, who’s going to make a relationship so difficult is me.”

His sharp eyes scrutinized you as he listened.

“I’m not an easy-going person…or easy for most people to get along with, either…And I’m not sure you’re really ready or willing to deal with that…

“With all of me.”

“You say that like I’m a fully functioning human being without flaws,” he replied dryly.

You had trouble meeting his eye. “I’m not saying or implying anything about you, Suna. I’m only telling you that there’s no glamor or glory in being with me. I’m…broken.”

You gave him a fleeting glance. “And I don’t know if I’ll ever work right.”

The conversation replays over and over in his mind. The dull tone of your voice, the way the air around you seemed to dim as you tried to explain what he was getting himself into.

As if you could have prepared him for this.

For being with you.

As if you could have prepared him for years of swinging on an emotional pendulum.

Yes…you had been honest about how hard it would be. How you would give him more trouble and stress than anyone else. Maybe even more than everyone else in his life combined but

you lied.

You lied.

Because while you told him all of this you didn’t tell him everything else.

How you would never try to erase his pain or disappointment but walk through them with him, at his side. That you would love him win or lose off and on the court no matter what, forgiving him when he apologized and laugh together just as often as you cried, if not more.

You lied.

You fucking lied.

You made it seem like loving you was going to be more trouble than it was worth and you were wrong. It was worth every fight, every tear, every moment of struggle outweighed immeasurably by the glow of love and belonging that lit up his life solely because of you. Tied to you so that he could no longer be whole without you. As if he had never been whole before.

You were right that you are your own worst enemy but it makes him your best ally. The person who’ll drown out all the voices of insecurity and self-deprecation inside of you over and over again. Who’ll patiently weather whatever storm rolls through you and hunt you down from the dark depths of your own mind to bring you back to life over and over again.

“Do you really want to be with me?”

Your words echo through his mind like part of you has slipped into him, the ‘broken’ part and, more often than not, it makes him smile.

He likes the idea of taking this negative part of you off your shoulders and locking it away where it can’t hurt you anymore.

“Do you really want to be with me?” 

Because no matter how often he hears the question in his mind-

“Do you really want to be with me?” 

For Suna,

the answer will always be yes.

「1:14 a.m.」

suna has always liked his room cold when he slept.

nothing could beat climbing into bed under his thick comforter at the end of the day, curling up to scroll his phone for the next hour. even when his fingers got a little too cold and he had to hide under the blanket until he was warm again (or it got too stuffy), he'd always choose a cold room over a warm one. and his preference didn't change when he started dating you — really, he'd argue being with you only added another pro.

"rin?"

your voice comes suddenly yet groggy. suna has his back turned to you when you call out, but he quickly turns off his phone and flips to face you, concern evident on his face. "yeah?"

"i'm cold.” 

maybe if he felt a little less bad, if you didn’t tilt your head up with a frown and eyes still closed because you were tired, rin would laugh a little at the a.c’s noise filling the silence after your complaint. instead, he reaches out and brushes his fingers against your cheek before replying, "sorry, baby." 

he slowly begins to work around you, not wanting to wake you up more than needed. he quietly says requests, whispering "lift your feet," and amusedly smiling at your whine before tucking the comforter underneath. “'s that better?"

"mhm," you mumble.

"here, come closer," he calls, lifting his arm for you to move under. you shuffle over and rin drapes his arm on top of you, planting a kiss on your head before pulling it into his chest. your voice is muffled against his shirt when you speak, "you know if you stopped freezing your room every night this wouldn't be a problem?"

"i don't see how cuddling the love of my life without sweating is a problem."

you snort at his reply before sending another jokingly accusatory look, "i'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose, rintarou."

"me? never."

rin's met with a groan and laugh before you tuck yourself further into him, wrapping your arms around his torso. he can hear the smile in your voice as you whisper “mhm. goodnight, rin.”

because even though you wake up every so often, you can't complain when your boyfriend's there to tuck you back in. and it's those nights that rintarou thinks he'd freeze the world, just a little, if it meant he could keep you near him for a while longer.

note from nia: meow. little rin drabble...wtf is the difference between a blurb / drabble / oneshot / scenario . like i'm using these interchangeably or feeling the right one in my soul except i think i'm wrong ? HELP

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if you don't reply to gojo's texts for a while (15 minutes) he definitely starts messaging you like you're his dead wife and he's writing you letters to keep your memory alive as he copes with his grief

You had ended up pregnant way before Nanami intended. He had wanted to do things "properly" such as date you, propose to you, marry you, and then finally try and start a family.

The universe seemed to have bigger plans in mind, skipping over the proposal and marriage part and jumping right to the baby.

You had been dating Nanami for two years, and the blonde had every intention of proposing to you on your third anniversary this winter. That is... until you woke him up one summer morning with a positive pregnancy test and a worried look on your face.

Things would be a little trickier, but he could mull over those finer details in a month or two. Now, he was focusing on the fact that he would be a father and taking care of you and the baby that was growing in your body. "Are you nervous?"

Your fingers were threaded between Nanami's, leg bouncing idly as you sat in the hard plastic waiting room chair. "No, are you?" He offered you a kind smile, squeezing your hand a little harder when you nodded your head. "I'm excited to see them for the first time but..."

"But you're worried something will be wrong." He concluded for you, it was an understandable thing to worry about. You nodded "So many women come in here excited and leave heartbroken. I just don't want to be one of them." You had expressed this fear to Nanami countless times over the last two weeks since finding out you were pregnant.

"Regardless of the outcome, I'll be with you every step of the way. You have nothing to worry about, my love." He gave you one more reassuring squeeze before a nurse stepped into the waiting room and called your name. The two of you were guided back to one of the exam rooms, one that was equipped with an ultrasound machine.

Nanami watched you carefully as you got up on the table, hands clasped together on your lap as the nurse ran through some of the typical questions. "Both the blood and urine samples you gave us did confirm that you are pregnant! Given the HCG levels, you may be a little further along than you thought. But the ultrasound tech will be in shortly to confirm that for you! Congratulations."

You and Nanami shared a glance after she left the room. "The levels show that I may be further along? Maybe we didn't calculate it right." You had taken the time to sit down and try and pinpoint when this happened, and as far as you were aware, it couldn't have been more than a month ago. Given the fact that you only tested because your period was a week late. "We'll find out soon enough, my love."

You waited for what felt like an eternity, when in reality it was maybe about three minutes before the tech came into the room. She greeted you both, went over some more basic information, and then guided you to lift your shirt and lay back against the exam bed.

You did as she asked, watching curiously as she placed a blue disposable towel around the waistband of your pants so the ultrasound gel wouldn't stain them. "Alright, the gel may be a bit cold so I apologize." You nodded, flashing Nanami a nervous smile before your eyes returned to your abdomen.

The lights were dimmed a moment later so you could both see the screen on the ultrasound. You let out a shaky sigh as the rather cold gel was smeared across your abdomen. You knew your eyes should focus on the screen, but instead, they were focused on Nanami. He had uncrossed his legs and was resting his elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly in front of them as he studied the screen.

He had been far more nervous than he let on.

You tried to relax a bit, eyes focusing on the screen as the tech began pressing and moving the wand around your abdomen. "Let's see where your baby is hiding out..." The tech smiled, brows creased as she studied the screen. There was a long pause before the tech found them, a small "oh" leaving her lips as she did.

You gasped along with her, eyes wide as saucers as you stared at the screen. "Oh?" Nanami piped up, immediately tense thinking something was wrong. He was seeing the same thing that the tech and you were seeing, but he wasn't understanding why it was surprising... until he studied it a little more. "W-wait..."

"Yeah... you two are seeing that right..." The tech clicked a few buttons, capturing some photos of your babies.

The image on the ultrasound revealed one amniotic sac that had split into two. The babies, however, were still sharing the same placenta.

They were identical twins.

that’s just my babydaddy | jjk men

synopsis: rating your babydad(s), and the experience they give.

cw: mature themes (18+)

a/n: let me know if you’d like more jjk men added ! i plan to start posting more.

satoru gojo.

this man is a proud whore, you were his favorite link, lol. he approached you in the grocery store, you struggled reaching for the item, when he grabbed it for you. his blindfolded eyes hid the way he gawked at your figure, taking in every curve.

naturally, as he began flirting, you reciprocated, leading to him asking you out for dinner, and ending the night with steamy car sex. he made clear that he wasn’t looking for a relationship, which you understood, but he couldn’t help but come back for more. as the saying goes, home is where the heart is, but for satoru, home was face first between your sweet voluptuous pu- i think you understand.

he would show up randomly after midnight at your place. claiming to have been in the area, when he’d give the most toe curling “miss you” sex. he wasn’t joking about being the best, knowing where and how to give you the dopamine you had been chasing. after he teasingly complains about you seducing him, while he began aftercare.

however, when it happened, he could never forget the day. you both made it a point to only call for two things, meeting up, or emergencies. when your contact popped up, in the middle of class, he almost didn’t answer. going on the third ring, he apologized to his students, before picking up the call. before he could speak, your coworker spoke.

“hello? am i speaking with satoru?”

“who am i speaking with?” a smirk was against his lips, concealing the tiny bit of jealousy, knowing another man was answering your phone.

“ah, this is kaito, y/n and i are colleagues, she collapsed at work, i’m at the hospital with her, and i was calling her most recent-

“i’ll be there shortly,” he interrupted, ending the call, checking the location of the phone.

“i’m afraid i have to step away, try to be on your best behavior, little children,” he told them, leaving the classroom. his cool/relaxed demeanor hid the fact that he was actually worried.

he didn’t realizing until he parked, how anxious he was, taking large steps to the secretary’s desk. after enduring the older woman’s relentless efforts of wooing him, he was finally led to your room. he could see from the glass, the man sitting in the chair, while you laid in bed, looking - unlike yourself. entering the room, the man immediately stood, while you looked confused.

“toru? what are you doing here?”

“i called him, i didn’t want you here alone, i have to get home to the wife, you try to get better now,” he told you, patting your head, nodding at the white haired man, going on his way.

“you didn’t have to leave work for me?”

“i was concerned about my play thing, i hate broken toys,” he pouted, laughing as you rolled your eyes.

“whatever”

“honestly, you never call, so i was a little worried, don’t overwork yourself, you’re too pretty for that”

“i’m not trying too, kaito and i were working on our assignment, i went to grab some water, when i passed out”

“hm,” he hummed, touching your forehead, sitting down, just as the doctor entered.

“miss l/n,” he spoke, as you scooted up. shaking satoru’s hand, he leaned against the counter, before he began speaking.

“your test came back, you’re pregnant, working the long hours could have worn you out, i’ll give you a few moments alone to perhaps make your decision for the future,” he said, leaving you, frozen in place.

how could you not have been careful, if your mother knew how irresponsible you had been, she’d-

“i’ll accept whatever you want to do,” satoru said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“i’m the only person you’ve been with, whatever you decide, i’ll support”

“what do you want, toru?”

“i’d like to keep them, but the decision is yours,” he said, feeling a bit shy, he would have been scolded his forgetfulness of not wearing protection, but he liked you more than the rest.

“you do realize, keeping this baby, we would be tied to each other for 18 years, potentially longer”

“you say that like it’s a bad thing”

“i’m not-

“have you come to any conclusions?”

“we want to keep it”

ends up with a daughter with your skin complexion, and his entire face, hair and eye color included.

from the moment your stomach started growing, he became a certified girldad, soccer moms have nothing on him.

he’s wrapped around her finger is very protective, he doesn’t even like people holding her.

“did you wash your hands?”

“yes, satoru, give me my child”

“i didn’t hear the water turn on, do it again, and you better be using soap, i don’t need my princess picking up germs”

he’s still a hoe, and the women love seeing how close he is with his daughter.

loudest and most flamboyant parent at any event when it comes to his princess.

“D/N, LOOK AT PAPA, YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE. THAT’S RIGHT, MY DAUGHTER IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL-

“dude, can you sit the hell down, we’re trying to see too”

“if your child was as beautiful as mine, then you’d understand how i feel”

“excuse me?”

“toru, come sit down,” you attempted to pull him away, while the dad approached you both.

“not yet, i’m not stopping d/n’s shine for lady glitter sparkles”

mini gojo will under 5, knowing they are the shit, because papa gojo is the shit.

it isn’t until you begin dating other men that satoru is ready to leave his hoe days in the past.

crashing your date, he is outside, love by keyshia cole blasting loudly, as he dramatically professes his love for you.

“LOVVVVEEE NEVER KNEW WHAT I WAS MISSING, BUT I KNEW ONCE WE START KISSING…Y/N I LOVE YOUU,” he sang, hanging out the sunroof of his car. his grin only became bigger as you walked out, going separate directions from your date.

“you can stop now toru,” you laughed shaking your head.

“get in, let’s go for a ride, i’ve been wanting to talk with you,” he opened the door.

9/10, he’s an amazing father, he doesn’t play when it comes to his baby. HOWEVER, the bullshit that comes along with him can be aggravating. from the ‘i’m coming to you as a woman text’ to having to be extra protective, knowing thee satoru has a mini gojo.

toji fushiguro.

girl, what the hell are you doing with this man :/ he is fine and knows how to use his third leg, but he is a bum.

you had recently graduated college, when your friends surprised you with a girls trip. it was there you met him. he had been staying at the hotel that had been paid for, by his client, when he saw you. he’s not good at flirting, but rather bluntly said how he viewed you. he seemed amazing, your heart was softened for him.

your two weeks at the fancy hotel, you had the most passionate sex the world has known.

lay against his chest, you’d listen as he shared small details about his life. he was a widower, with a son, he said how he wasn’t able to take care of him at the time. how he had been working very had to be able to live comfortably with his son. he said how he was unable to visit his son, due to megumi’s guardian not allowing him too. your heart hurt for him, you felt bad for him.

after the trip, despite getting your number he ghosted you. he was mia for the next few months, before randomly knocking on your front door early in the morning.

“toji? how did you find my house?” you asked the giant man, while he prepared to lie through his teeth.

“you wrote it down for me, before you left, i wanted to call, but i wasn’t sure if you actually lived,” he said, smirking as you believed his lie, he had been stalking you, but you make sure you weren’t associated with any of his targets.

letting him in, it became a cycle, until he came back, finding you sitting on the toilet, shock on your face. you had given him the extra key, and he had taken full advantage of it.

“hey,” he nodded at you.

“hi,” you said.

“what’s wrong, something happened?”

“n-no, toji i’m late,” you sighed frustratedly.

“late for what?”

“my cycle, i think i’m pregnant,” you said, watching as the expression changed on his face.

“preg-i hope you know who the father is, i’m always gone, and i use protection,” he said immediately.

“toji, you’re the only person i’ve been with-

“i don’t know that for sure”

“to-

“i’m gone, i don’t have time for this,” he rushed out, slamming the front door.

a few times throughout the pregnancy, he randomly popped up, acting like he was changed, but the closer the due date became, the less he returned.

randomly, a white haired man, and a younger boy show up to your house, explaining who megumi was, and his nonexistent relationship with his deadbeat.

first of all, this man is broke as hell, if you don’t bring your wallet, you’re eating dick for breakfast, lunch, dinner. BUT then, if you bring you wallet, you have to watch it, because money might go missing

thankfully your son comes out, looking more like you. with only small details like his father and brother-like eye color and dark hair.

type to have his kid waiting by the window to leave, but he never stops by.

you actually never hear from him again, but thankfully megumi doesn’t want his brother to grow up, feeling completely alone.

“GUMI, HI GUMI,” s/n ran into his brother’s arms.

you had been telling him about the graduation his school would be having, as he would be going to the next grade.

“s/n, here,” he handed him the gift bag. opening the bag, inside was the latest toy he had talked about to his brother.

“thank you gumi,” he hugged his brother tighter.

every time he is free, he is checking in on his brother. when s/n is old enough, he has a tablet, facetiming his brother nearly everyday.

“you have to go to school”

“i don’t want to gumi, i want to go with you,” he whined to his brother on the call.

“after school, we’ll go get a snack, but you have to do well”

-1537737/10, the absolute worst. other than his good looks and sex appeal, he is the worst. he is a low value man, and isn’t worth more than a quick fuck.

nanami kento.

definitely the most planned pregnancy of them all. this is man is as traditional as they come. he already wifed you up, bought a house, and extensively planned for the birth of his child.

he leaned against the doorframe, as you sat on the edge of the bathtub. he hoped all of the loads he had been intentionally releasing weren't in vain. when the timer went off, you both glanced at each other.

"you look first," you nodded at him, as he moved to the counter, anticipating what the test said. he felt relieved, then joy was over him, as each stick read positive.

"they're positive," he said, grabbing them, nearly frozen in place, before scooping you into his arms.

"thank you," you told him, while he shook his head, thanking you instead.

this man has read every book he could get his hands on about pregnancy and raising children. he is completely prepared to be your rock, welcoming your babygirl.

so perfect in his arms, she had a mixture of both of your complexions, your features, and his hair color, d/n, his world.

he is such a girldad, moms can't help but stop him, saying out cute he looks, carrying his daughter on his chest, as they wear matching shirts.

despite her being his everything, he makes time for his wife, lavishing you with his love.

he had been tending to his daughter with all of his attention, leaving you alone. it wasn’t until he put her to bed, he made his way to the room. stripping from his shirt along the way.

you sat on the edge of the bed, from out the shower, still in your robe. he silently sat behind you, placing kisses along your neck, grinning, as you moaned.

“what are you trying to get into?” you asked him, a grin on your lips.

“giving my girl some well deserved attention,” he said, while you hummed in agreement, pulling him down.

wants to wait about 5/6 years before working on baby #2.

10/10, one of the best! he can be a workaholic at times, but his family comes first always.

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