I MIGHT, Be Able To Make This 🙏🙏🙏🙏,but I'm Still Busy With School 😔

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synopsis: before my good will crumbled away, i should have told you everything. those words play like a broken record in geto suguru's mind as he walks away from jujutsu tech knowing there's no way that he's going back. not after everything. he can't free himself from this, so why live the way that he wants before the chains bring him down and he loses himself? where shall i go tomorrow? his mind questions. but he knows he has no home, not anymore. his only home was you.

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author's thoughts: i just needed to make this angst right after trying to make it a college!au, sorry to my friend who loves geto too much, and sorry to everyone who hates geto angst lol. but listening to akari is going to kill me and the english translation breaks my heartttttt ... you stupid monkeys. bring geto back to life or everyone dies right now by my hand. this used to be called 'メロンパンのキス' someone murder me

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it was around the later part of the year of 2006, you believe it was.

all four of you, the second-years, were stupid teens who didn't know a single thing about what they were doing, just going along for the fun of it. especially gojo satoru and his best friend, geto suguru.

the latter just happening to be the very same person that you looked up to, the very same person that you expressed strong feelings for.

it was a day when all of you were out with the first-years, cans of cola being passed around and the boys searching aimlessly under vending machines just for a precious glimpse of coins; spare change that the monkeys of the public did not wish to find.

you remember suguru screaming something about not being paid enough, and gojo telling him that he was from 'an underling clan' and 'broke' in bursts of jokingly irritating phrases.

you remember suguru taking none of it seriously, just hiding under the vending machine more, his hair messy and falling out of its bun. you remember going under there with him, laughing and searching for coins while the dust from the pavement and the underside of the vending machine littered itself all over the both of you.

it was just another day where the spring of youth beat down its warm sun on the crazy lot of you, another day of pure, serene immaturity. another day, where the sunshine that made up satoru, suguru, shoko, kento, and haibara would always tag along with whatever new stupid thing you were doing. all before everything else happened.

you wished those days would come back - especially that day. that day, when geto suguru taught you to kiss.

it was the same day that you were both hiding under the vending machine.

you brush yourself off, hands getting coated with a thin layer of dust, all coming off from your jujutsu tech uniform. "ew, the dust got all over me. how come you always manage to look so clean? you were there with me under the vending machine, weren't you?"

suguru looks back at him, raising an eyebrow. "oh? i thought i was pretty messed up as well. i guess i'm not alone now, y/n." his words drawl out, most probably because of the heat that radiates completely from the air around you, humid and almost dewy, sweet to the touch and taste. he smiles, and you swear that the world brightens up by a thousand times, at least.

then, suddenly, his hand's on your cheek, rubbing off some of the dust that was on there. it's a weirdly cliché scene, but it's a scene that you'll take - mostly since it's suguru doing it. but, oh, if it was anyone else, they'd be taking punches to their face and kicks between their legs. "you got a little .. somethin' on your cheek, so ... yeah."

you never thought that geto suguru could be awkward in any way. he was always so suave about everything he did, whether it was playing basketball with satoru, or whether he was disobeying yaga's orders. but right now, in this moment, he was awkward. sweat threatens to fall down his face, and not just from the heat of the atmosphere. suguru fiddles with his fingers, chuckling softly. you look at him, almost startled by the sound.

"what were you just doing?" you can hardly believe it, your lips hardly stretching apart to create the mere sounds of these words. "i mean, i'm not .. like ... saying that that was bad ... but still. what was that?"

"can you not get hints, or do you just not watch romance movies?" suguru brings you closer to him, and you grin.

"i can bet that you watch less romance movies than me, sugu. most of the time, you're on the hub. don't think i don't know you're watching girls get .. y'knowed ... out of their minds while pretending you're doing something cool with satoru." you sigh. "you know that stuff makes me uncomfortable."

"hey, look, if it makes you uncomfortable, then i'll gladly stop it. you're my first priority, y/n. even before shoko, even before satoru. heck, i'd give up my cursed technique just to make sure you're safe. not that i want it in the first place."

"eating balls made of curses is cool, though. also manages to give you some practise for the future, hmm? like kissing. i haven't ever kissed someone before, and when i do, in the future, i bet i'll be so bad at it that the person i'm kissing won't want to be with me anymore once they taste my lips."

"i'm sure that no one will do that. anyway, curses taste bad. like, really bad. like ... a rag that's used to wipe up vomit and shit, that's pretty much it. and as for the no kissing thing, how come you haven't kissed anyone before? you seem like a nice person - hell, the best person i've met in the jujutsu society. everyone else either just wants money, or are narcissists, or even more than that."

"yeah, i guess. but no one likes me in that way, not when they get to know me like you do. no one could ever."

"that's not true. that could never be true. i could prove that you're wrong, right here, right now." his stance straightens up, and suguru squares his shoulders slightly, eager to prove his point.

"and what do you mean by that?" you want your comment to sound teasing, but apparently, to suguru, it's a cry that you really can't get any of the messages that he screams at you with each action, each word, each letter. he's almost exasperated with you, until suguru realises - he can't be exasperated with you. every second, every minute with you is a refreshment to him, a reminder that maybe, not everyone out there is bad.

but sometimes, his second thoughts still take over.

"you really can't take any hints, don't you?" suguru smirks. "then ... let me teach you to kiss. so whatever or whoever's your future partner will know. you're good at smooching."

suguru makes this topic sound innocent, almost childlike, in a sense. but then again, you guys were old enough to talk about this stuff. it wasn't a time to put topics like love and crushes aside. you wouldn't get a chance to gossip about it when you were older, especially not when all of you were budding jujutsu sorcerers.

"so, what you're saying is ... you want me to practise kissing. with you?" it sounds like a lucid dream, one that you would make up in the middle of the night when your thoughts are just occupied by suguru and geto suguru only. it's a trend for you, but you never thought that it would actually happen in real life. suguru ... asking you to kiss him.

but it was only just a practise, right? it was nothing more than that. plus, the others were all off getting hamburgers or something. the whole scene was just suguru and you, so there was nothing to be ashamed about. of course, whenever anything was to do with suguru, there was never going to be anything to be ashamed or embarrassed about in the first place.

"yes? isn't that basically what i just said?"

"yeah. i just ... couldn't comprehend it for a second." suguru seems eager. way too eager for your taste. but who are you to reject it when it's a cute guy with cute raven-coloured bangs asking for a kiss?

it was just one, wasn't it? there was nothing wrong, and though your inhibitions told you not to, that they tugged at you and told you something was going to go wrong, you oblige.

"you initiate or i initiate?" suguru's question is straightforward, but you have a hard time understanding it. or maybe it wasn't the understanding bit, but rather, the acting bit. if you start the kiss, then it would be awkward, as you didn't know how to kiss. if suguru starts the kiss, on the other hand, it would always be awkward, because you didn't know how to kiss.

you point to him, seeing that there's no other solution.

he nods, almost as if he knows what he's doing (suguru looks like he knows what he's doing, in reality, he doesn't), and leans in, letting a hand escape to the back of your head and stay there, not willing to move. his other arm snakes around your waist, and you swear that a shiver runs down your spine at that very moment.

and, without even thinking about it, you wrap your arms around his neck. you two already look like a proper couple, and yet, it was just a kiss. just a practise, a tryout that suguru had decided to just ... pop the idea out of nowhere.

"three, two, one." his voice echoes in your ears with each countdown of each number, and you find yourself drowning in every tone, in every inflection that his voice creates, in an illusion of truth and false, a line in the sand that you can no longer make out.

and then your lips crash messily, and in that split-second, that fracture in time that can't be repaired, you realise, as well, that suguru has no experience in kissing. you don't know what he was thinking, getting you to believe that he was amazing at this subject and was going to guide you along the way to pressing your lips against someone else's, but in this moment, you realise that he's just a newbie.

but he's just as willing as you to kiss.

you both pull apart, and the only words that escape your mouth are, "you've never kissed someone apart from me, have you?"

and his only words are, "yeah. you caught me, y/n."

before you know it, another kiss comes between the two of you. and within the space of another minute, a few more. and a few more. and a few more, so many that you can't count. with each one comes a sense of improvement, a sense that things might get better with each love-filled sensation.

deep inside your mind, though, you know. this sensation won't last. this sensation will be a one-off, and then it'll never happen again. enjoy it while it lasts, l/n y/n.

after that moment, time seemed to just run away for all of you. there was no sense of days, weeks, months.

just the same little time loop, repeated again and again and again until you all dived into oblivion and crumbled into dust in what seemed like a shakespearean tragedy. no more was the blue spring of youth. it faded in all of your minds.

from what you recall, it all started with the introduction of act 1 of the 'amanai riko' play - the play that would soon evolve to become the 'premature death' play, and even more.

you didn't know anyone who would be brave enough to give up their whole position in life to become the star plasma vessel. master tengen was bad enough, so why would you just ... throw away everything for the sake of the jujutsu world? why not just live your life as a free person instead of dedicating your own heart and soul?

but you never got a chance to ask riko, and even in the times when you did want to question, it was already too late for that.

and, oh, the sounds were so loud. every shout, every scream, every fall from a building, every save, every cup of tea drank, every new person beat up by the best friend duo, everything. and those sounds only got worse as you headed further and further into the play. they rolled around and had fun in your mind, and only became louder with every step you took, every breath you heaved out.

if there was one thing that you knew about jujutsu sorcerers now, it was that they were selfish. and, before, you honestly thought that you weren't. but, usually, when a person thinks that they are not something, they most probably are. and it was too late, after he left, that you realised - you were just like the rest of them.

selfish. self-centred. unable to see what was going on around themself.

especially when it came to suguru. you failed to see just the direction he was going in. but how could you? he was fine during the mission, but the moment .. she .. fell down, dead, something snapped. but he still stayed around, so it probably wasn't that moment that made him make that choice.

it must have been something after that, you think. loneliness under crying, loneliness under crying, a cycle that he hid from the lot of you. it made you wonder - did suguru ever really trust you the way he should? did he see you as friends in the first place? or were you guys just people who would, in the end, disappear from his life?

bang went the gun. both you and suguru merely stare as the figure in front of you falls to the floor, landing on her side, a bloody patch forming on both sides of her skull.

amanai riko almost looks like a perfect little mannequin, except the fact that her headband has now been ripped by the sheer force of the bullet shooting through her head and exiting through the other side.

it was cruel. no, it was more than cruel. you could hardly describe the scene even years later; it was just too terrifying for anything of the sort.

if the context of riko dying wasn't existent, it would be almost comical and ... humorous ... to see suguru's expression change from a sweet smile, asking riko to come back with him to the upper world, to live the life that she truly wanted ... to horror as she tried to take his hand, but failed as she was shot. your hands drop to your sides, not sure what to do.

just a few seconds earlier, it seemed like .. it seemed that everything would be okay. that the light would take over the darkness and everything would be fine. you'd would get riko up there and you'd live your days happy - with satoru, shoko, kento, haibara - and of course, suguru.

just a few seconds earlier, you were actually relieved for once in your lifetimes.

suguru's eyes drift down to the girl on the floor, and within split-seconds, realise that there's no going back for her. even in this silence, he knows.

if he tries to save her, there's no point. but if he stands there, the guilt will end up filling his systems and overspilling. therefore, the only choice right now is to attack the guy that shot riko.

he looks at you, unsure. but you don't give him an answer, whether it's with your facial expression or your words. so you've changed as well, he thinks. maybe you weren't the right person, then. maybe you really just .. didn't want to be here with him and really was just using him for your own purposes.

maybe you really hated him, like how he thought that everyone else hated him. satoru looked like he liked suguru enough, but not enough to try and save him from this abyss, save him like a best friend should save their other best friend from something that was attacking them and eating them from the inside-out. but how could someone save someone else from their own persona?

suguru didn't know. they should have figured it out themselves.

in a way, sorcerers were just as bad as monkeys. it wasn't just the selfishness that all of them adopted for no singular reason, it was even more than that. it was the fact that they didn't care - didn't care about anyone else, whether they were close to the sorcerer themself or not. there was no way that they could care about anyone else ... because this world wouldn't allow it.

the moment you cared for somebody else, the 'silly' story that you were living ... just dissipated. everything would just crumble - all the goodwill, all the cheerfulness, and everything left was a barren land of regret and darkness. at least, that was what suguru now saw of the world.

maybe, once upon a time, he'd look upon your blushing face and laugh. once upon a time, he'd be content with what was going on, and smile along with the others. but now, when satoru asked him how he was, he'd say nothing. he'd hide in the shadows and use that darkness to try and cover up, try to erase all the curses that rose up inside of him.

every time he tried consuming a curse, it would come back to bite him in the ass. that power, all that power, would turn against him. suguru could feel it, crying out and writhing inside of him like there was no end. but there was going to be an end - just not for the curses, for him.

bang went the foot on his face as fushiguro toji stepped on him. suguru felt his consciousness waver, and his walls get wrecked. sleeping, sleeping, sleeping until the brand-new morning, his mind told him.

the brand-new morning, when he would finally be able to escape from the very same place that had sheltered him from the rest of his inner thoughts, and brought them away from him so that the ploy of 'geto suguru' would somewhat be sane.

he wished that everything would change. but no matter how much he wished, he wouldn't be able to change his feelings.

you cut the memory short. you don't want to remember that. your mind switches back to better memories - heated nights but nothing more than makeout sessions - hugs and cuddles - suguru benchpressing you while you read a book - the first time both of you got caught smooching each other by shoko and satoru - falling into suguru's arms as you failed to attack him using your cursed technique, and even more.

but there were times when he'd go missing - for longer than any of you would wish he'd go for. you knew his heart hurt - more than it should be hurting, but you never knew why. was it because riko died? was it because his apparent 'moral argument' wasn't really a moral argument after all? was it because you'd all pushed him to the brink and left him there, unable to help?

and suguru was only the first of the losses. your mind was unable to recognise anyone else that died - it was all a blur, a replaying of the recording of suguru leaving all of you. you wished that, the day that he met up with shoko ... you wished that that was you. you didn't know why you wished that he'd talk to you instead of shoko.

maybe it was because he was no longer comfortable with you, that he didn't trust you anymore. maybe it was because he knew that you would immediately try to fight him, to bring him back to the person that you knew he could be. but to suguru, he knew that he couldn't be a person that he'd left behind ages ago.

monkeys had changed him. so, in the end, the only thing he could do to make another one of those 'blue springs' was to massacre all monkeys and make sure none of them came back. 112 people, all gone.

there were so many more to go.

if it's worthless, then i'll just destroy it, his mind said to him that day. and, from then on, no matter who tried to call to him, they could never get him back.

geto suguru was no more than an illusion after that, someone who had no use for yesterday, only tomorrow, someone who had nothing to look for, had nothing left, someone who found no significance.

but if there was one, one single thing that he regretted, it was not telling you everything. everything, from the beginning, until the very end. would you accept him, then?

would you say the words that you were so obliged to say to him, or would you give suguru the answer that he dreaded so much? would it be a 'you aren't the only one going through this' or would it be a 'just who the fuck do you think you are?' or a 'are you faking this?'

you wonder, again, if this was all a ploy. you knew well enough that through his years at jujutsu tech, suguru had basically pretended to be the good kid. well, compared to satoru, anyone could be considered a good kid, so it wasn't a hard task.

but it was just something about him that made him different to the traditional class pet. was it his stupid bangs, or was it his deep eyes? was it his calm demeanour, or was it something more than that? you know that girls swarmed to him more than they swarmed to satoru (like that bruised his ego at all), but he never wanted them.

as you clasp your hands together, your mind slowly starts to malfunction, like the cogs and spirals that make up your brain have gone completely. it just might be a sign, you realise. a sign telling you that you should stop thinking about him.

because no matter how you try to picture it, and no matter how you try to make it seem better in your dreams, nothing will change.

a/n: shoko is an underrated character and i should have put her more in this fic ....... asdfghjjggff so much geto angst

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Can I request that instead of Adam being killed by Niffty it was male reader? Like he blocked Adam to not be killed. If you can thank you 💕

Don't worry babes, I've got you! Here, my dear, is reader dying for Adam. Enjoy the pain.

For you I'd bleed myself dry

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, major character death

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Angels were being slaughtered by demons, golden blood flooded hell's streets and in the middle of it there was you.

Adam had been beaten by Lucifer, the king of hell and devil himself had broken the first man's nose and was probably also responsible for some serious skull damage. The mask the brunette had been wearing when you had entered hell had been shattered, the only thing left were shards.

Lute was nowhere in sight as Adam crawled out of the crater Lucifer had created when he had slammed Adam onto the ground, his body was shaking and his face was covered in blood and the only clear thought that you were having was ‘Protect him at all cost’.

Adam's voice was furious when he spoke, yet still overly cocky and confident, he was still Adam after all, a few punches from the devil wouldn't change that. However, while he was stating that the demons weren't allowed to end it, that this was his to do and his alone, there was a little demon girl sneaking up behind him. Completely enraged, he didn't notice her, didn't hear her wicked little giggles.

Your body reacted quicker than your brain was able to process things because you were between your boyfriend and that sneaky demon in an instant, shielding your leader and boyfriend with your own body. Blood spilled from the wound as your body collapsed against Adam's, your hands weakly reached for his shoulders in order to keep your body up, but it wasn't working. The demon girl, you weren't completely sure but you thought Charlie had called her Niffty, withdrew the knife as abruptly as she had jabbed it into your chest. Then there was another stab.

Adam was quick to turn around once you had collided against him, he caught you in his arms, too shocked to react properly as little Niffty stood on your back, slamming the knife down a third time. He was frozen with fear, and could only stare as the scene played itself out right in front of him. He wanted to scream, to let go of his boyfriend and pull that bitch off of you. He wanted to grab her by her throat and tear her head off with his pure hands. But all he was physically able to do was to stare.

His golden eyes filled with tears as the way too pretty looking golden blood spilled from your mouth. Your body was weak, it was losing blood way quicker than you had thought. You wanted to reach your hand out for Adam's face to wipe away his tears, to tell him everything will be fine, that you will be fine. But all that your body could manage was a weak yet honest smile.

Niffty jumped off of you and giggled as she happily rushed over to her friends, “Charlie told me to stab, so I stabbed.”

A marrow-shaking scream ripped from Adam's throat, finally, finally he was able to move again. He grabbed a hold of your body firmly, ripped a piece of fabric off his robe to press it onto your wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. It was too late, you had already lost too much blood. Nothing he could do would save you. “Fuck,” the first man cried out, he sounded as if he were in pain and emotionally he was.

First Lilith had left him for Lucifer, then Eve had betrayed him and now he had lost you too..

“Don’t fucking die on me, Y/N,” he mumbled as he held your head against his chest, you were able to hear his heartbeat. It was quick and uneven, it made you worry about him. “You can't fucking die on me, you hear me bitch? You can't fucking leave me too,” his voice was filled with desperation and pain and if you're vision wouldn't be fading black, you would try to soothe him. But your body wasn't responding to you in the ways you wanted, in fact it had gone numb a while ago.

Adam's tears fell from his cheeks and fell on your face. You shakily inhaled his scent one last time before your eyes closed, there was no energy left in you to keep them open. “No, fuck no, stay with me,” the brunette slapped your cheek, careful not to hurt any more than you already were. “Don’t fucking leave me, you can't-,” he wasn't able to finish his sentence. Lucifer came up behind him, a firm hand was placed on Adam's shoulder.

“Gather your angels and leave,” the devil ordered, squeezing Adam's shoulder painfully as he dug his claws inside the flesh of the first man. Adam inhaled sharply, yet he didn't pull away either. The pain Lucifer was causing was nothing compared to the pain that ripped his heart apart. He was numb, there was no feeling left inside his limbs when he picked your body up. The leader of the exorcists hated how cold you felt against his skin, how dead you felt. Your halo had been picked up and placed onto your chest, right above the stab wound. The grip Adam had on you would've left bruises if you were still alive. He was afraid you'd disappear, that you would turn to dust before he would reach heaven.

The first man turned to Lucifer, directly facing the blonde king. With red eyes and pain audible in his voice he hissed, “That was one fucking step too far. For this,” he lifted your body slightly, “you’re gonna pay with your life. I will come back, we all will. And we will tear you apart, rip you to shreds. There will be nothing left of you.” And with the threat hanging in the air, he forcefully pushed himself off the ground and flew back in the direction where the portal was located. “Exorcists,” he yelled loud enough for the entire pride circle to hear his voice, “Retreat. We're done here. At least for now.”

-

The brunette was sitting on the highest roof heaven had to offer. Your body had been taken care of, it had been properly buried and he was the one who had made sure all your wishes about your burial had been granted. The only thing left was your halo.

That was also a thing you had requested, for Adam to keep your halo once you died.

So there he was, sitting on the highest roof, the roof where you two had shared your first kiss, as he looked down at your halo. The second you had died it had lost its glow, oh how he missed the glow of your halo. How he missed his boyfriend. It was unfair, Adam didn't understand why God seemed to hate him so much. Everything Adam had ever lost had been taken away from him.

You were everything to him.

FIA penalty system is a joke because for them:

saying "fuck" = 10.000 € fine

changing the tyre pressure before the race = 5.000 € fine

"I'm bi, actually 🤓☝"

He's bisexual, actually!

bonus:

WHY IS SO FUCKING HARD PUT A "FEM" IN FRONT OF THE "READER"???????

NOT EVERYONE IN THIS FUCKING SITE IS A FEM OR USES FEM PRONOUNS YOU DUMB BITCH

NOT EVERYONE WANTS TO READ HALF OF A HISTORY ONLY TO GET A FEM NICKNAME OR A FEM PRONOUN THAT YOU TAKE OFF YOUR ASS

JUST PUT THE FUCKING FEM READER YOU ASSHOLE YOU NOT GOING TO DIE IF YOU PUT THREE FUCKING LETTERS IN FRONT THE READER

IS SO FUCKING HARD DEFENDING SOME AUTHORS BECAUSE THEY CONTINUE BEING DUMB

SOME MASC PEOPLE HAVE A FUCKING DYSPHORIA OR THEY DAY RUINED BY THAT

YOU WON'T LIKE IF WAS A MALE READER WITHOUT SAYING IS MALE, THEN PUT THE FEM READER BECAUSE WE DON'T LIKE EITHER

I can never message someone, I'm so socially awkward 😔😔😔🐎☝

another angsty geto fic coming out, maybe later today or tomorrow

ꕥ Warnings: Male reader, male x male, amab, m4m, mlm, m!reader, bottom reader, Sylus x M!Reader, tutoring, husband Sylus, tutor Sylus, drop-out reader, back to school reader, pet name: darling/baby/my love, fluff, cuddling, kiss, sitting on lap

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𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

You were a school dropout, leaving middle school to start working instead. Why? It was because your family was struggling financially, so you decided to help them. While working, you made a friend, a co-worker named Sylus. Sylus was also in middle school but worked part-time; he was only two years older than you. Ever since the two of you met, you have been on multiple hangouts, which eventually turned into dates. You grew closer each day as time passed. Occasionally, the two of you would sneak out of work to go on a date. Eventually, you started dating officially and were together for about four years. Sylus waited until you turned 20 to marry you. When he told you this, you were overwhelmed with positive emotions and agreed to wait. Now, the two of you have been happily married for four years, making you 24 and him 26. After turning 24, you received a letter saying you could study again for three years like a normal student, though you would be a bit older. A one in a million opportunity!! You, of course, accepted the opportunity to go back to school to finish and graduate. Sylus agreed to tutor you because he had finished school and graduated. He was quite smart (a lot smarter than you) when he was in school, even becoming the top student back then.

Present time…

You were at home in the study room, sitting down on the floor by a table. Books and papers spread out, pouting out of anger because you couldn’t finish your homework and barely understood anything. “Gosh, homework is hard…” you mumbled under your breath. Sylus heard you, looking up as his red eyes met your (e/c) ones. He lifted his hand to adjust his glasses, the corner of his lips turning into a subtle smile as he took your hand in his, squeezing it softly. “Relax, darling, you can handle it.” Sylus sighed and squeezed your hand once more, continuing, “I’m here after all, helping you, tutoring you until the very end.”

A small blush crept up your cheeks as you looked away, continuing to pout. “Unfair… You can’t be smart and hot at the same time, so unfair…” you said in a low tone so he wouldn’t hear you. Rolling your eyes, you continued to mumble. Sylus chuckled softly, watching as his husband continued to mutter. “I’m not deaf, sweetie. Now, let’s continue, shall we? We can’t waste any more time; you have to turn this in tomorrow.”

“Ugh, I hate how you’re right… Can’t believe there’s homework even in college.” you say looking back at him with half-lidded eyes out of exhaustion, rolling your eyes again.

“You should be happy it’s homework and not a project like all the other groups in your college,” Sylus said in a soft tone, pulling you onto his lap, which made you yelp in surprise. He practically straddled you on his lap to keep you close, wrapping his left arm around your waist and staring deeply into your eyes. A smirk spread across his face as he spoke up, “Now, finish your homework properly while I explain it to you, okay? I don’t want my darling to fail~”

Your whole face flushed red, eyes going slightly wide as you looked away. Muttering under your breath, you nodded obediently and turned around to do your homework, still on his lap. Sylus looked proud of his attempts; it wasn’t the first time he did this while you were doing your homework. He had done this before, and it always ended the same way: you obeying and finishing up while he tutored you.

Sylus leans forward so his chest is pressed against your back, resting his chin on your shoulder as he keeps his arm around you. He explains how it works while you write everything down. After hours of tutoring and completing the homework, you are finally done. Yippie!! It was hard, but Sylus was there to guide you through everything, taking his time and explaining everything to you. If you didn’t understand after one explanation, he tried a different way, explaining in every possible way until you completely understood.

Sighing in relief after finishing, you lean your body against his, feeling the exhaustion slowly set in. Sylus chuckles and looks down at you, squeezing your waist before slowly caressing your side, moving his hand down to your thigh. His expression softens, and he smiles warmly. “Not bad, baby. You did well, for now,” Sylus says, kissing the crown of your head. You nod slightly as your gaze shifts from the papers to his hand, enjoying his warm touch. You lift your hand and rest it on his, gently caressing his hand with your thumb.

“School’s exhausting, I can’t believe I forgot how exhausting it is,” you say in a soft tone, turning around to meet his soft and loving gaze. He looks at you attentively, watching your every move, as he removes his working glasses and places them on the table beside him. Even without them, he looks as handsome as ever, though you have to admit, he does look slightly hotter with his working glasses on. Sighing softly, you continue to look at him. “I want to sleep. Let’s go to bed.”

Sylus agrees and picks you up, carrying you all the way to the master bedroom. He closes the door behind him and gently throws you onto the bed when he reaches it. Climbing on top of the bed, he lays down beside you, pulling you closer to close the gap between you. He wraps his arms around you and rests your head on his chest, pulling the bed covers up to cover both of you. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling away. Cuddling so close to him that you feel his body heat and he feels yours, you only make each other warmer, but you also get to be closer to him.

“Sleep well and sweet dreams. Dream of me and only me, my love♡”

You giggle softly and nod. “Then, I wish for you to do the same, love♡”

Fic made by @darlingminjin

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Taglist: @juiceedapplee, @denzellovehazelnuts, @gojoslittybunny, @divinghell, @mazettns

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charles leclerc m4m audios?

or any sub audios of charles or arthur pleaseee ur doing gods work

Happy pride month to the popstar of Formula 1!

[M4M] Hey you, tonight I am helping you get off.

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Omg hear me out

Is it too much to ask someone to write a lestappen fic based on “Agora Hills” by Doja Cat? That song has been all over my fyp 😭

Like one of them really wants to get caught kissing and wants to show the other off too 🙏🏻 maybe max wants to do it after the pics we got of Charles from the Ferrari gala in NYC.