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2 weeks of semester to go… and im dying. i dont want to do any work lol fml

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4x04 / 8x15

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“I’m not choosing to leave you. I chose to save my team because it was the right thing to do.”

—Mary Zimmerman

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Bobby + Acts for his Loved Ones (x)

bonus:

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wish that was me

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cw fem reader, mentions of men being disgusting + harassing reader

The silence is tense, but Megumi can’t find it in himself to look away from you despite you very obviously avoiding his gaze. He bites back a wince when you slowly dab at the wound on his shoulder with gauze and saline, and you don’t miss it. Instead of apologizing like usual, you press your lips together and continue on cleaning the wound. He holds his breath, unsure from anticipation or nervousness. He exhales and lowers his eyes, “Can you just get it over with?”

“I’m trying, Fushiguro,” Damnit. You’re calling him Fushiguro. “But I need to clean it properly and that takes a minute. Chill.”

“I wasn’t talking about that,” he mutters, shoulders tensing even further. “You… Telling me off for being stupid and dumb.” It’s supposed to make you smile, even if he partly knew you wouldn’t, and recount to the many times he’s told you that stupid and dumb mean the same thing after you’d use the words on him during an argument.

Your lips don’t twitch, not even a little bit. You press harder into the wound and he gasps slightly, wincing before you throw the gauze into the trash. You grab the salve you learned from Shoko and place it generously on the largest wound and then on the other smaller ones. Your silence only makes him more nervous.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, bowing his head and staring down at the floor.

“For what?” You sigh, finally placing a bandage over the wound. “For waking me up in the middle of the night? Getting hurt? Or for lying to me?”

Megumi grimaces, “… All of it,” his voice is reluctant, never liking to admit his faults— but you always had a way of, well, basically pulling his head out of his ass.

“Did you even think about this?” You huff, throwing the trash away and packing your first aid kit up. “Like, the consequences— did you really think Gojo wouldn’t notice you weren’t here? I cannot believe you even had the audacity to sneak off— especially to go fight those guys!” You grit your teeth, shaking your head as you turn from him to place the kit back under the bathroom sink.

“If you think I’m bad, you should see them,” he murmurs. Your neck practically snaps to turn and glare at him. “It’s true… they’re way worse off than I am. Pretty sure some of them had to go to the hospital.”

You press your lips together, closing your eyes in frustration, “Megumi, that’s not the point! You shouldn’t have even gone at all.”

“They were assholes, and they got what they deserved,” Megumi insists, even if he knows he shouldn’t continue arguing with you.

“I can’t believe I’m arguing with you about those dickheads,” you mutter to yourself, bringing a hand to your forehead. “Megumi, there were three of them and one of you—“

“Yet I’m the least injured out of all of us,” he says, looking you in the eye this time. “I wasn’t even technically lying, either. I was at the 7-Eleven, and they showed up right when I was about to leave,” he nods his head towards the 7-Eleven bag. “They recognized me first, and started talking crap again.” He doesn’t want to tell you the specifics about it— what they were really saying: Man, if I were you, I’d be all up on my girl all the time— whether she liked it or not and You gotta share her, bro, she must be hard to handle. Plus a few other vulgar comments they managed to get out before he hit the first one.

You stare at him for a moment before biting down on your bottom lip, face crumpling, “Oh. I— I’m sorry Megumi, I just thought— I shouldn’t have assumed. I thought you went after them for earlier.”

Megumi shrugs, regretting it a second later and wincing at the sharp pain in his shoulder, “If I knew who they were, I would have, so you weren’t too off. It was more of just my lucky day,” the corner of his lips twitch up slightly.

You roll your eyes, brushing the hair out of your face and crossing your arms. “I’m still mad you got hurt.”

“Me too,” his head tilts, raising his hand for you to put it in his. You do, and he pulls you closer. You’re now standing in between his legs, his free hand lightly resting on your hip. “I hate whenever you get hurt.”

“I was talking about you,” your brows furrow at him, confused on how the topic changed.

“You were upset about earlier,” he says, “Their little comments? I know you heard them,” his face softens, “It’s why you wanted to race me to the school, you wanted to get away from them as fast as possible. I noticed. I didn’t do anything then because I knew it wouldn’t have helped you.”

You don’t respond, staring at him with glossy eyes and parted lips. He lets you think for a moment, just continuing to stare into your eyes with earnestness. You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you flush against him, still sitting on the toilet seat. “You didn’t h-have to,” your voice trembles, no matter how much you try to stop it. “I would’ve forgotten about it.”

Megumi scoffs lightly, voice just as hushed as yours, “And what kind of boyfriend would I have been to let them talk about you like that?” He pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes. A tear escapes and he brushes it away with his thumb, saying your name softly, “Nobody gets to talk about you like that. Not if I have anything to do with it, OK?”

The look in his eyes makes your heart stutter in your chest, blinking back another wave of tears. Goddamn menstrual cycle. “OK,” you murmur, going back in to cover your face in his neck. “I don’t want you getting hurt for me, though.”

“I can handle a couple of bruises and scrapes,” he smiles to himself, putting his chin on your shoulder. The warmth and comfort of your body relaxes him, letting out a soundless sigh as he closes his eyes. He loves you. He would do anything for you, from going to 7-Eleven at midnight to get medicine and snacks to dying at the hand of a curse. Hopefully it wouldn’t go that far but if it meant you were OK, then he would do it. One of your hands go to his hair, slowly running your fingers through it the way he loves. He sinks further into your hold, pressing a kiss to your neck and making you shiver.

He doesn’t say I love you, the two of you haven’t gotten that far yet— but he already knows he does. It scares him, if he’s being honest. He’s only known genuine love from his sister, and she’s the only one he’s loved fiercely enough— and look where she was now. The knowledge that he trusts you enough to let his guard down, to let you see him for him and then you still want to stay? He feels like he doesn’t deserve you at all, but you still want him— so he’s going to take all that he can get. Until he messes up, but he’s trying his hardest for it to never happen.

You don’t need him to say those three little words, for all his actions do is show you that he does. You get him in a way no one else does, knowing exactly what he needs and wants with just a look at his face. You push him hard enough to make a change, to not be so pessimistic and try new things with you, Yuuji, and Nobara, but you don’t push him away, either. It’s the perfect mix of bringing him out of his comfort zone while not pushing him too much. You just seem to get it. Get him.

Megumi briefly thinks about telling you, anyway. But the fear of you not being able to honestly say it back gets stuck in his throat, and he can’t deny the way his heart pounds faster at the thought. So he’ll wait for the right moment— or perhaps when he can’t take it any longer. He has a feeling it won’t be too much longer, anyway.

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i am practically begging for writing inspiration PLEASE

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you KNOW the rest of the team is regretting not saving jackie when they could bc now the tasmanian devil and her little muppet hat gf are wreaking havoc everywhere they go 😭

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i love some good isekai stories!!! well-written ones but also not the ones that have a sad ending

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On another note… you mean i wasnt apart of the community before?? asshole

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alex was standing at the back alone at me and haley’s wedding and i started feeling sad for him but then he says this and now i no longer feel sad

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Marrying haley on alex’s birthday <3

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Finally… me and haley are dancing together :D sorry alex not really tho

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sorry to be horny on main but i need these thoughts out there . i love reverse harem and i love free use even more like could you imagine that in sdv… ☺️ noo drama just being used whenever by whoever

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it’s my 6th year in sdv and i still have yet to win against abigail in the egg hunt but today is the day… ive already tried two times

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guys help im writing a sdv fic idk what to put the characters surnames as😭😭 specifically struggling with sebastian rn pls help ^_^