24 Hours

jjk smau request, maybe secret!bf texts for office romance with Sukuna?

workplace puppy love. smau.

ryomen is your co-worker in public, lover in private.

contains: co-worker!secretbf!sukuna, fem!reader, office talks, food, cursing, mild nsfw, mild jellykuna and sassykuna, other characters appearances

a/n: first ever request!!! tysm <3 keep the requests and asks coming pleek. ignore timestamps! as always! likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! enjoy!

uncle gogo = gojo, for those confused

career day at the sukuna household is not for the weak.

at the tender age of five, your daughter is no longer just a visitor at her father’s company. no. today, she is there for work. she arrives at the office in her best outfit—tiny blazer, tiny briefcase, tiny attitude—ready to take on the corporate world. sukuna, ever the supportive father, plays along.

"alright, kid," he says as they step into his office, adjusting the little lanyard around her neck that says junior executive (custom-made, obviously). "first day on the job. you ready?"

"mm-hmm." she nods seriously, clutching her briefcase like it holds state secrets. "good," sukuna smirks, ruffling her hair. "first order of business—don’t let the idiots boss you around."

"idiots like uncle gogo?" she asks.

"especially uncle gogo."

things go smoothly at first. your daughter sits in sukuna’s big chair, scribbling on documents (coloring books), occasionally nodding as if she understands corporate jargon. employees pop in to say hello, bringing little gifts—stickers, snacks, an absurdly large teddy bear that now sits beside her like an honorary executive.

but then, he arrives. a mid-level manager with a smile just a little too fake, eyes that linger just a little too long. your daughter, ever perceptive, immediately stiffens. the man kneels beside her chair, trying to look friendly. "and who is this little boss?" he asks, voice dripping with condescension. your daughter stares him down, face blank.

"…weird man," she declares.

the entire office goes silent. sukuna, who had been checking emails, slowly looks up.

"what?"

his daughter turns to him, completely unbothered.

"i don’t like weird man."

the manager laughs awkwardly. "kids, huh? always saying the darndest things." sukuna barely spares him a glance. "yeah. they do."

your daughter, meanwhile, has already moved on, humming as she arranges her teddy bear like it’s the new CFO. sukuna doesn’t think much of it at first. kids have weird instincts. but a few hours later—

"boss," one of his executives says, looking grim. "we have a problem." sukuna doesn’t look up from his laptop. "when don’t we?"

"it’s about him."

the name that follows is the same weird man his daughter had called out earlier. sukuna finally looks up.

"what about him?"

"he’s been embezzling funds. we just caught the discrepancies in the accounts—tens of thousands missing. and, uh..." the executive hesitates. "he’s also been at the center of multiple employee harassment complaints. HR covered it up, but—"

CRACK.

everyone in the office flinches. sukuna has broken his pen in half.

by the end of the day, weird man is ex-employee weird man. security drags him out kicking and screaming, and the company lawyers are already preparing a case. sukuna, meanwhile, sits back in his chair, arms crossed as he watches his daughter—his psychic daughter—methodically stacking staplers like it’s part of an intricate business strategy.

"so," he says, tapping his fingers against the desk. "you got anything else for me, little oracle?"

she looks up at him, blinking.

"uncle gogo steals candy from your office."

sukuna sighs. "of course he does."

✦┊BEING THEIR FIANCE !

✦┊needed to post something. I've been staring at this Google doc for way too long

tags┊fluff. fluff fluff fluff

feat.┊satoru g., suguru g., kento n., choso k., toji f.

a/n┊enjoy ! reblogs and comments are more appreciated !

‎‎‧ ˚ ₊ ꒷ ꒦ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ꒷ ꒦ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ꒦ ꒷ ‧ ₊ ˚ ⊹

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Kento Nanami

Choso Kamo

Toji Fushiguro

⭑. taglist ; @drxgonspine, @dabis-favorite-slut, @jasminelee324

husband!sukuna who just got back from the hospital, has amnesia, and a cast on his leg. | one shot + drabble series

summary: after 5 years of marriage, life suddenly takes a dramatic turn after receiving a phone call that your husband had gotten into a nasty motorcycle accident. nobody knows how he made it out alive with just a broken leg. although, he did temporarily lose his memory. you were wrong when you thought life would never be the same after that, your big brute of a husband is just as stubborn and dramatic as ever.

Genre: modern au, 18+, established relationship, memory-loss, fluff, smut, basically crack so don't take it too seriously

cw: ooc, profanity, sexually suggestive language, smut (check warnings for each fic)

Unspoken Bond | one shot

summary: after days spent being by the side of his hospital bed, sukuna finally wakes up. the nurses are shocked by his initial reaction, you unfortunately aren't.

Husband!Sukuna head canons (pre-accident)

Drabbles (on going):

when you finally go home

him trying to convince you to fuck (and failing)

when you've had enough of him

say you're sorry (nsfw)

a trip to the grocery store

All rights reserved © 2024 yenayaps. Do not copy, repost, translate, or modify my works in any platform

Can we have a continuation of the fatherhood oneshot with Odysseus 😇 maybe Telemachus mildly complaining/embarrassed that his dad immediately got his mom pregnant but at the same time the new member of the family seems to really brighten up the palace more? i just think it's cute and im a sucker of Odysseus (and also Penelope 🫶)

A/n: YES! ( i have been hoping someone would ask me too!) I too love them both (im gonna have to write something for Penelope too cause she deserves it)

Part two too this fic

But yay! More Dad! Odysseus!

Oc used- Leander being the reader's uncle.

Telemachus sighed deeply, arms crossed as he leaned against one of the palace’s stone pillars, watching the scene before him with a mixture of fondness and pure exasperation.

The palace had always been lively, but lately?

It had become utter chaos.

Because once again—his father had gotten you, his dear mother pregnant.

And gods help him—why did no one else find this concerning?!

“I don’t understand,” Telemachus muttered to Leander his uncle,who stood beside him, looking equally amused and unimpressed.

“The man comes home after twenty years, and the first thing he does is immediately get my mother pregnant.”

Leander your brother snorted.

“And then, before the twins can even walk properly—” Telemachus continued, waving his hands toward his heavily pregnant mother, who was currently laughing at something Odysseus whispered into your ear—

“—he does it AGAIN.”

Leander grinned, shaking his head. “I mean, what did you expect? Have you met your father?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

Despite his complaints, Telemachus couldn’t deny that the palace had changed.

There was something warmer now, something brighter.

For so long, you had been waiting, longing, praying for his father’s return.

For so long, the halls had been quiet, empty, aching for something missing.

For years he had to deal with the suitor's harassing you, had to stomach the vile things they've said

But now?

Now, there was laughter again.

Now, there were children’s giggles echoing through the corridors.

Now, there was his father—actually home...safe.

And, despite his eternal suffering over his parents’ inability to keep their hands off each other—

Telemachus liked it.

Even if it meant more siblings to babysit.

And even if it meant that his Uncle Leander would never stop teasing him about it.

Telemachus watched as his father gently placed a kiss on your forehead, his hand resting over your belly.

He groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“I’m going to have so many siblings.”

Leander patted his shoulder.

“Better you than me.”

Telemachus let out a long, dramatic sigh.

And yet—even as he complained, he was smiling.

Because deep down, he always wanted to be a big brother.

Just my type

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, Megumi, and special guest Toge!

Synopsis: they find out they weren’t your “type”

〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰

✎ wife

- gojo satoru x reader

in which the new batch of first years are unaware that their eccentric teacher's wife is the pretty woman roaming the school grounds

genre: fluff, crack, gojo being a silly little menace as always, yuji and nobara are confused, an attempt at humor, lovesick gojo, mention of breastfeeding

note: it’s so silly but i had fun writing this! based on a request by anon (thank you!) but i tweaked it a bit and partly inspired by this fanart. reader is also a teacher at jujutsu high and has a baby with gojo—loosely a continuation of protect

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

"Take that off immediately!"

"Kyaaah~! Yuji is here, you pervert!"

Yuji was a laughing mess. Megumi and Nobara collectively sighed. Nanami attempted to retrieve his once-immaculate suit, now a crumpled mess, from the one and only Gojo Satoru, who found humor in stealing his signature attire and impersonating the stern-faced Nanami in front of his fresh batch of first years.

"He is incorrigible," Nobara grumbled, her eyes slitting. They said that he was a strong sorcerer, possibly the strongest there was, but she found it really hard to believe.

Megumi threw her a deadpan stare. With many years of putting up with this kind of antics under his belt, he pitied her for not knowing that this was far from the worst. "Yeah, he is."

"How does anyone ever put up with him?"

That was actually a good question. "We don't..." Megumi paused, recalling each and every occasion where he tried to do so. "His wife is probably the only one who can."

Nobara sputtered, spinning towards him. "What the—wife? That annoying man has an actual, living, breathing wife?"

"Who? Gojo-sensei?" Yuji chimed in, jumping into the conversation, leaving the supposedly two adults in their catfight. Nanami was still clawing to get his suit back, and Gojo continued to giggle and evade him, playfully running away.

Nobara scoffed. "I bet the woman just married him for the money. He comes from prestigious clan, yes? That must be it."

Yuji felt his eyes would pop out of its sockets. "What are you talking about, Kugisaki!? What woman—"

"Shut up, Itadori! Don't be too loud!"

Nobara and Yuji's unharmonious ruckus irritated Megumi to the bone, and he decided that the best course of action now was to leave them all in the dust. With a glare and a shake of his head, he stalked away.

And thus the two new first years were left with half-truths that would lead them into a major misadventure later that day—

—which happened when they spotted Nanami with you, whom they were still unfamiliar with.

They were convinced that Gojo’s wife must be some sort of boring tramp eyeing his wealth and not this positively radiant, mature woman, and so ruling that possibility out, they positively swooned at the sight before them.

"He's irresponsible, egotistical—" snippets of Nanami's frustrated words conveyed enough to paint a picture of Gojo's character. He was definitely ranting about Gojo to you.

"Is that Nanamin's wife?" Yuji mused, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks. "She is so pretty..."

"They... look cute together," Nobara hummed with dreamy eyes, and then looked at Yuji sharply. "And yes, she's indeed pretty, but know your place, Itadori!"

"I know!"

Based on how the two of you interacted, they concluded that you must have been close, with the way Nanami visibly relaxed around you, and not as formal as he was with anyone else. They highly suspected that the two of you were married, as you wore a ring, which was the ultimate sign.

"And how's the baby?" Nanami asked then, directing the question to you with a smile on his face, prompting surprised gasps from both Yuji and Nobara.

You were glowing, to say the least, and when you let out a small giggle at his question, even both students couldn't miss the way your expression exuded pure happiness. "He is well. Ah, I really wanted to bring him along too, but he was a little messy after eating so I left him at home. You can see him later…"

Yuji gaped. "So it's true..."

"Oh my gosh... and they have a baby." Nobara almost squealed.

And that sealed it. The headline of the day: Nanami is married to this stunning woman wandering the school grounds.

So imagine their utter shock when the second time they found you, you were with Gojo, and he was shamelessly snogging you in the hallway.

“Why are you here?” Gojo was breathless after the soul-sucking kiss he smothered you. His tone remained playful yet carried a clear undertone of concern. "You're still on maternity leave. I'll make sure Yaga knows that."

“Satoru,” you whined, and the use of his given name made Yuji and Nobara gasp in disbelief. “I’m perfectly okay and I don’t need to breastfeed anymore. I should start getting back to work.”

Nobara seemed to finally understand the implication. But Yuji didn’t. His mind flitting from one scandalous idea to another—

Gojo-sensei seducing Nanamin’s wife? Nanamin’s wife cheating on him with Gojo-sensei?

In the brief period he spent with Gojo, Yuji realized that he didn't exactly have a reputation for decency. So despite himself, he could only muster up this one word: “Homewrecker. Homewrecker!”

Yuji’s shriek took all three of you by surprise, and now both you and Gojo were aware of his presence.

“You absolute idiot,” Nobara hissed, face-palming.

“Oh, Yuji? Nobara?” Gojo genially asked, his concern towards you quickly dissolved into a meaningful smirk on his face. “And what do you mean by—?”

Yuji yelped. “You! You are! You’re trying to seduce Nanamin’s wife!”

Silence. Gojo’s eyes twitched beyond his blindfold. You blinked. Nobara wanted to save herself from the second-hand embarrassment. And his loud voice caught the attention of Megumi too, who was close by.

“You seem to be mistaken. First of all, Nanami isn’t married,” Gojo said with a strained voice, maintaining his smile. He then gestured at you, showing you off with pride. “And this here, is my wife.”

“Y-your wife?!” Yuji exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger. “H-how?! I saw her with Nanamin! Talking about a baby—”

“That would be my baby.”

“But how?!”

“Yuji, do you want me to give you a crash course in baby-making—”

“Satoru!”

You sent him a glare and turned to the young first years with a smile. "You must be the new first years? I’m Y/N, and I’m in charge of the second years.” You gestured towards your husband. “And please, ignore most things he says. He’s a bit crass, and if you ever feel he's harassed you, don't hesitate to report it to me."

“Wifey! How could you!”

“Shut up, Satoru! You’re embarrassing yourself!”

“What are you doing here?” Megumi inquired with a deep frown, getting between Yuji and Nobara as they stared at Gojo in total bewilderment.

Yuji exclaimed in disbelief, pointing at you. “Fushiguro! Gojo-sensei’s wife is a beauty!”

“…I know that already.”

Nobara whipped her head towards him. "You knew?! Since when?!"

“They… took me in.”

“THEY WHAT?!”

Gojo grinned at their chorus of surprise. “And what a fine boy he turns out to be, eh?”

Megumi scowled, but Gojo wasn’t bothered at all. If anything, what offended him was—

"What makes you think my dear wife here belongs to Nanami instead of me?" he joked with a mock scoff, earning an eye roll from you.

Nobara and Yuji blurted out their thoughts simultaneously.

“They look good together?”

“Nanamin is dependable?”

Gojo gasped dramatically, one hand flying to his mouth. "So, not only do I not look good with her, but I also don't seem dependable enough?" He turned to you with the most aghast expression. “Tell me that isn’t true—”

You shot him a withering look, deadpanning, “Actually, you might be.”

And Gojo clutched his chest, letting out an anguished cry.

Epilogue

“Satoru… come on, you know I was joking.”

Your dramatic ass of a husband had his head on your lap, hugging your torso tight. The pout on his face hadn’t faded a bit ever since he was done with his class, and now on your marital bed, he was clinging to you with all of his might.

He shook his head petulantly, clicking his tongue. “You’ve embarrassed me in front of my students. You’re so mean!”

You sighed. “I’m sure you have made a fool out of yourself far often. This is insignificant.”

“Hmph! How could you say that?! I don't care if it's me, but I can't believe that it's coming from you! I shower you with my undivided love each and every day!”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Somehow seeing him like this made your heart lurch. He reminded you so much of your baby boy who was sleeping right in the next room that you couldn't resist smiling and pinching his cheeks.

“Okay, okay. My husband is handsome, looks good with me and definitely someone I can rely on,” you relented, and like a lightbulb going off, Satoru suddenly beamed so wide that you were certain his cheeks hurt.

“That’s more like it! Now, now, there’s only one way that can prove how responsible I am! Let me just fill you up with another baby—”

You smacked him on the head.

Why is this so true?

meme by: @Inknopewetrust

"...Are you listening?"

Curly snaps out of his trance, turning to meet Anya's gaze. He chuckled for a brief moment, but it was humorless. "Yeah, yeah, damn. I'm so sorry." His blue eyes flickered down to the table between them. "Couldn't sleep again," he admitted. He shakes his head and looks up at her again. "But I passed the psych eval?"

Anya pursed her lips together. "Well, you gave the same answers as last time," she stated, remembering the details of the captain's result. "I do wish you'd open up a little more, Captain. These evaluations aren't just about you."

"As long as I'm fit to fly in your eyes, Anya," Curly says smoothly, a smile coming to cross his face. His tone was teasing, and he felt a little lighter when Anya smiled back at him. Curly had noticed the medic being more... sluggish these past few days, so it was nice to see that she's still staying strong.

"Oh, stop it." Anya huffs. "Guess that means I only have one more eval left to do. Y/N is probably answering hers right now."

"Oh, speaking of Y/N..." Curly started, his expression turning a little more bashful. "How... how is she? Is she doing alright? It's been awhile since we've talked to each other."

Anya raises a brow but doesn't comment on Curly's evident worry. They always seemed so close, after all. "She's okay. She didn't lash out today, so I think that's a start on her anger management."

Curly nodded, feeling the tension within his body leave. "Ah, I'll take your word for it. And for the last guy... let me guess, Jimmy?"

Anya's smile falters at the mere mention of the man's name. She was silent for a moment before finally speaking. "He acts as if I do these things for fun. Then I have to make a report with things like... 'I have found myself sexually excited at the sight of cartoon horses'."

It's an unusual answer, and it made the medic very uncomfortable. But Curly laughs, finding the situation more lightly than it's supposed to be. "Hah! Well, I could take it off your hands," he offered.

Anya lit up. "Really?"

"I've known him a long time. He won't try any bullshit with me," the captain stated matter-of-factly.

"I suppose you are the captain," replied Anya, her voice still a little hesitant.

"I am the captain."

The smile returns to Anya's face once she realizes that she won't have to face Jimmy. "Thank you! What a relief. Oh, before I forget, Swansea asked me to give you this." She takes out a yellow piece of paper and hands it to Curly.

He accepts it and reads what was written. In Swansea's handwriting, it read, THEY CAN'T EXPECT ME TO PERFORM MIRACLES!!!

"Not sure what it means, but... sounds like fun!" Anya chirped, her demeanor returning to normal. "Good luck, Captain!"

Curly gives her one last smile before leaving the medical room.

🫧

Curly stops in his tracks for a moment; he swore he captured the smallest glimpse of H/C locks turning a corner. He stares a little longer at said corner, debating whether to catch up with you or talk to Swansea and Jimmy. As much as he would very much rather prefer the former, he was the captain and had responsibilities he needed to take.

Not that you weren't a part of his responsibility or anything; you were just as important as the rest. But why does his chest ache slightly whenever you look at him with nothing but disinterested eyes? You didn't gaze at him that way back then; what changed?

Quickly shaking that thought off, Curly continued advancing towards the utility room. He was a grown man; sure, he had a huge crush on you since high school and still do until today, but that doesn't mean he needs to act like a schoolboy over it.

Get it together, Curly. You're the captain, act like it!

He reaches the hallway and sees Jimmy standing right outside. The door to the utility room was open, and the sounds of Swansea's yelling ended up outside. "And Pony Express says they don't provide on-board entertainment." Jimmy chuckled, a hint of a smirk on his face.

"Feels like there's always something broken in that room," remarked Curly, briefly glancing inside before looking back. "Tulpar's starting to show her age."

"Passed inspection, right? Shouldn't be an issue," claimed Jimmy.

"Mhm. Plus, they added Daisuke last minute. Didn't account that there'd be six of us now." Curly brings up a hand to run it through his blond locks. "I really should've made a bigger stink about that."

Curly enters the utility room and walks towards Swansea and Daisuke, the latter currently being trapped by the ship's oddly hard foam. "Well, I can see the issue," he says, trying not to crack a smile.

"The kid was brought on just to make me suffer!" Swansea chastised, his face contorted into a scowl and had his arms crossed. "Intern my ass..."

Daisuke frowned. "I was just trying to fix the vent! How did that trigger the emergency foam?!"

Swansea turned to glare at him. "Because yer talented in all the wrong ways!" The older man looks back at Curly. "I woulda dealt with this, but only you can unlock the axe case. Every goddamn thing has to go through you."

Curly nodded. "I'll handle it. Hang in there, Daisuke," he reassured before turning around and walking towards the axe case. He finds his code scanner latched onto his belt and revealed the secret code. Curly proceeds to enter the exact numbers, successfully opening the case and taking out the axe.

He went back to the struggling Daisuke with the axe in his hands. Curly was careful not to accidentally strike the young man as he cleared off the hard foam. After a few seconds, Daisuke could finally move his legs and was freed from the emergency foam.

"Yeowch! Oof. Strong stuff, huh?" Daisuke joked, exuding a small grin and trying to lighten the mood of his mistake.

But Swansea was not amused. "Get it through your goddamn skull! That vent is strictly off limits! Fully fuckin' collapsed inside! You looking to get impaled, electrocuted, and cooked?!" He berated with a hint of exasperation.

Even though the senior member was displaying anger, he was worried. Curly can see it, but he knows Swansea would rather take a bullet to the head than to admit anything like that.

"You can't fit in there to fix it, right?" Daisuke suddenly said.

Cue awkward silence.

"So I can totally handle it-"

"Captain." Swansea looks directly into Curly's eyes. "Give me the axe."

"Swansea, this could've damaged the pods. You can't let something like this happen again." Curly sighed, still holding onto the axe in his hands.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it. Loud and clear."

The blond captain smiled, nodding. "Keep the axe until all of this is clean, yeah?"

Curly turned and left the mechanic and intern to clean up the mess. As he walks, he gets stopped by Jimmy. He looked like he was watching the whole thing go down from the doorway.

"I take it Anya diagnosed you with being sane then?" asked Jimmy, looking gruff as always. Something's weighing him down, considering his rather unclean appearance.

"Just off center, but it's what keeps me on my toes." A playful grin appears on Curly's face. "I said I'd do yours. I want to hear all about those cartoon horses. Is that something you were born with or a recent develop-"

"Alright, alright. Shut up." Jimmy scoffs, his eyebrows furrowing. "Let's go to the cockpit." The man didn't wait for his friend to reply, as he's already storming down the hallway.

Curly rolls his eyes. "I gotta do something first; wait for me!" He yelled out. He turns his heel and jogs down the other way.

It didn't take long for him to find the small laundry room of the ship. Just as expected, you were in front of one of the washing machines, hands on your hips as you continuously kicked the poor machine. "Damn it. Piece of junk, work!" you grumbled out.

Curly clears his throat, leaning against the doorway. "Uh, hey," he was already cringing at himself at the tone he used.

You turn your head. The already tired expression you had seemingly hardened at the sight of Curly. "It's you," you said plainly. "What is it?"

Curly presses his lips together, forming a thin line. He notices the coldness in your voice right away. "I... I just wanted to talk. Y'know, since it's been some time."

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms, and look back down at the broken washing machine. "There's nothing to talk about."

Curly frowned, pulling himself away from the doorway. He takes one cautious step inside before taking a few more and ending up just a few meters away from you. "Look, he's a good guy—"

"Like hell he is. This isn't high school anymore, Curly. There's no detention or juvenile center to lock him up in," you finally face Curly, your expression serious. "Jimmy is a dangerous man. You of all people should know that. He can hurt us, and I won't be surprised if he does."

Curly flinches slightly at the blunt words directed towards his best friend. As much as he would like those words to be nothing more than false claims, he knew deep down that all of it was true.

"He's your friend too, Y/N. Have a little faith, he's getting better." Curly pressed on, giving you a wavering smile. "Jimmy promised to change for your sake, after all. You know he never breaks his promises."

"You don't know just how many he had broken in the past." You just shake your head. "Actions speak louder than words. I'll believe he's getting better when I see the progress. But I swear, if he's the reason we end up dead before we reach our destination, I won't forgive you."

Curly knew that there wasn't anything he could say to lower your guard down, even by just a little bit. So he nods his head in understanding. "...Okay, I'll get going now."

He turns, but before he leaves, he turns his head to look back at you. "Oh, and one last thing. Please... take care of yourself. Wouldn't want you passing out by overworking yourself with the ship's mess."

You blink, a little surprised, but quickly regain your stoic facade back. "...Fine."

With that said, Curly left. You turn back to the washing machine and groan when it still isn't working. "Damn it."

🫧

Some time later.

"For the last time, I'm not wearing that stupid party hat."

"C'moonnnn, Y/N. You gotta wear one, birthday rules and stuff!" Daisuke continues, practically shoving the colorful cardboard cone in your face. "It's the Captain's special day, and we gotta make it count!"

You grumbled a string of foreign profanities under your breath, glaring at the younger male. He was so smiling that it makes you physically recoil back. You tried to refuse once more, already turning your back to continue your job when Daisuke suddenly lunged at you.

Your back hits the floor, and you let out a groan. "What the hell?!"

"Sorry, Y/N, but this is the only way I can think of to get you to wear it!" claimed Daisuke. He had a determined look on his face as he forcibly put on the birthday hat on your head.

Anya and Swansea, who were both watching from the sides, couldn't help but smile at the sight. They found it quite amusing in their own way, and it was actually really nice to see you with anything but a scowl.

The cone was now securely on top of your head, Daisuke making sure to tie the knot extra tight so you wouldn't take it off when he pulls away. "There! Now you look a lot friendlier. I'm sure Captain will be swooning and having hearts in his eyes when he takes a look at you!" he joked, but you didn't laugh.

"Shut it! He doesn't like me that way," you scoffed, pushing him off lightly and standing up. You give a sharp glance towards the other two. "Why the hell are you two looking at me like that?"

"Hm? Nothin', nothin'," Swansea says, but even he couldn't suppress a slight chuckle.

"You look very... cute in that hat." Anya smiles, her gaze filled with both amusement and something else that you can't make out of.

"No? No, I don't. Shut up."

Anya finds your reaction even more endearing. "Sure you aren't."

"Alright, ladies. Stop flirtin'. Captain'll be here any second now, and we're just standing around like idiots," stated Swansea, sounding gruff as ever.

"What're you all doing?" Another voice joined in.

You all turned around to see Jimmy, who had just entered from the other doorway.

"We're planning a surprise birthday party for the Captain!" Exclaimed Daisuke, already bringing up another party cone. "You should totally join too, Jimmy!"

"Yeah, no," Jimny rejected bluntly.

Daisuke and Swansea exchange glances, the latter nodding his head. That same mischievous smirk on Daisuke's face returned as he faced Jimmy once more.

Jimmy senses that something is up. "Hold on, what are you doing? Why are you coming near me?" But it was too late; the intern had already lunged at him.

"AGH!"

🫧

Shit.

Was all that Curly is thinking about right now. He was already imagining the faces of the rest. Shock, anger, and disbelief. Hell, even if only he gets paid at the end, it didn't feel right taking the money.

Sighing, he gets out of the captain's seat and exits the cockpit. His footsteps echo in the metal corridors, each step weighing heavier than the last. He crumpled up the letter from Pony Express, stuffing it into his pocket.

He traverses through the hallways until he finally reaches the door to the main lobby. With another, heavier sigh, he lets his presence known as the automatic doors open.

Only to be left surprised when party horns started blaring as soon as he entered.

"Surprise!"

"Suuurpriiiise! Look at your face!"

"Heheh. Gotcha!"

"...Cheers."

"Surprise."

Curly blinks owlishly, taken aback for a moment. "Uh. Wow." A fuzzy feeling forms from within his chest, and he can't help but crack a smile. "...What"s the, uh, occasion?" He asked.

"We only get one communal birthday party per trip, right?" stated Anya. "So we can have it whenever."

Jimmy sighs. "Only one person can really be surprise birthday-ed per trip. We did Swansea last haul, remember?"

Daisuke turned to Jimmy, shock written all over his face. "No way! I can't believe I missed that!"

But the man ignores him. "You were next on the list. So, congratulations," Jimmy continued. He brings up a hand to scratch his neck. "Hate to say it though, your duties have to extend to your own birthday party."

"You're the only one with the clearance to make the cake," chimed in Anya. "The recipe is there by the machine. Hop to it, Captain!"

With that, the group dispersed throughout the main lobby, all smiling and completely unaware of the devastating news that was kept in Curly's pocket. The Captain decides not to reveal it yet, wanting to enjoy the moment.

His eyes landed on you, and a smile crossed his face. "Hey," he greeted. "How'd you manage to get roped into this? I was genuinely thinking that you'd hide in your quarters until this celebration died down like last time."

You can't help but roll your eyes once more, not making any effort to hide your annoyance. "That's because we didn't have Daisuke last time. Trust me, I would've locked myself in my quarters if not for that damn ray of sunshine."

Curly chuckled at the accurate depiction of their new intern. "Yeah, kid's livelier than a puppy. Say, you wanna help me bake this cake?"

You think about the offer for a moment before shrugging and then nodding. "Sure."

With your acceptance, the both of you made your way towards the kitchen on the side. Curly uses his code scanner, and you two begin making the cake, with you standing by the food dispenser and Curly using the mixing thing.

From the sidelines, Jimmy watches you both. He could feel the smallest bit of envy from inside him. He was already in a bad mood earlier, and getting dragged into this birthday surprise was the last thing he wanted to do. But now seeing you with Curly and actually looking like you were enjoying yourself a little, it made his blood boil.

After awhile, the group settles down on the table in the middle of the room. A small and simple tune of the happy birthday song plays after the final cake is made.

Curly brings it over to the table and sets it down before you and him take your spots.

Everyone now looks at Curly, with Daisuke being the first one to speak. "You gotta make a speech!"

"Can't argue with that," said Jimmy, who conceals his displeasure well.

"Speech! Speech! Speech!" Chanted Daisuke.

"Go on!" Added Anya, joining in.

Curly hesitated, his smile faltering. "I..."

Jimmy narrows his eyes. "...Hey. What's wrong?"

You also begin to notice something with Curly. "You got that look that tells me something's up. What is it?"

The blond man took a deep breath and began revealing the news to all of you.

...

...

...

"That's all it said on the report from management," Curly concluded, pressing his lips together and forming a thin line. He can already feel the atmosphere change significantly after the revelation.

Pony Express was going under, and no one would get paid except for him. "We will receive the paycheck for this delivery. I don't know any more than that."

"Pony Express finally kicking the bucket, huh." Swansea's words were laced with unfiltered disdain. "What a joke. And we're the punchline."

Anya's mood had changed drastically, panic and worry consuming her eyes. "I don't have any savings," she says. "T-They can't just do this, right...?"

Swansea turns his head towards her. "Pony Express was one of the last manned crew freighter companies. The writing's been on the wall for a long time."

"When did they tell you?" Jimmy asked, his voice cutting through the air.

"Earlier this week," Curly says. "I was instructed to wait until we're closer to the haul destination," he felt the guilt starting to consume him, even though he couldn't control any of this. "But I can't keep something like this from you all."

You clicked your tongue, your hand going up to massage your temple. "You're too damn nice for your own good, Curly. It's hard to tell if you're really Captain or not when you do shit like this."

But before Curly could even respond, Jimmy spoke first. His voice held the same amount of disappointment as yours, tinged with a hint of anger. "So I guess you got what you wanted. Without the guilt."

"Jim..." A heavy sigh escapes from the captain's mouth. "If I had known..."

But the man doesn't let him continue. "I can go back to my, how'd you put it? Struggle of a life?"

"Anya never got into medical school because she's... well, let's be real. And how many employment years Swansea got left in him? Daisuke will be fine; mommy and daddy have him covered. So there's that at least. But you."

Jimmy scoffed. "Headed for bigger and better, right?"

"I'm just... I'm just working on my life being a place I don't have to fucking escape!" Curly snapped. "That's what I was trying to tell you, nothing mor-"

Jimmy slams his hand on the table and yells, "We're the ones you're trying to escape!"

"Leave the dirt behind now that your boots are clean," he continued.

"That's not what I meant," replied Curly.

"It is what you meant," Jimmy sneered. "You just couldn't frame it to yourself in a way that kept you as a hero. Abandon the crew but remain the model captain."

Regrettably, Curly didn't have anything to say. He was conflicted.

"Unbelievable." Huffed Swansea.

Anya buries her face in the palm of her hands. "What... what am I supposed to do?"

Daisuke held his tongue, remaining silent. He didn't know what exactly was going on, but it was clear that this wasn't turning into a happy occasion.

You glared at Curly, who in turn flinched upon immediately noticing it. "I don't even know what to say."

Jimmy leaned back against his seat, crossing his arms. "Let's have some fucking cake, hmm? Props to the twilight crew of Tulpar. Props to our Captain and his new prospects." The words were mocking and venomous.

Curly didn't say any more, his hands moving almost robotically as he reached for the knife. He could feel everyone's eyes on him, making his skin crawl. Slowly, the blade reaches the cream and moves down.

The cake cutting was odd. Instead of making pieces, he cuts it in half. Literally. The awkward silence suffocated everyone.

Happy Birthday, Captain.

come one, come all to . . . (MIS)FORTUNE IRONICA !

welcome to the best show on this side of tokyo ! so good you could drop dead !

pairing : k. choso x f!reader

content : smau, written parts, (dark) circus/carnival au, everyone is morally grey, lots of world building bc a lot will happen at once, strange yn supremacy

warnings : clowns, horror elements, some gore and blood, graphic descriptions, no nsfw parts but 17+ to read regarding some of the gore/situations, language, dark/crude humor, drinking, smoking, intense situations, characters may be ooc but I have to move the plot somehow

want to be a part of the taglist? send an ask.

it's a show to die for !

look under the big top. . . don't be scared !

find something strange? abracadaBRUH | sad clown hours oh don't mind that ! SHOW ONE : the saw SHOW TWO : coming soon, get your tickets now!

taglist (taken from the gen + people I know who would enjoy)

@phoenix-eclipses @bakery-anon @aozui @jadeoru

@kameyyy @nekozaki @sandwhitches @chososcamgirl @hiraethwrote

@hatsukeii @hideandgopeep