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!!INSOMNIAC DENKI!!

We don’t talk about denki being probably an insomniac enough. Like the guys power is based on energy, electricity, he has electricity STORED in his body. There is no way this guy actually sleeps his full hours, like just crashes on his bed and falls asleep.

I feel like he had to go get a prescription for his insomnia as a kid and it was a LOT of melatonin he had to take each night. It was half concerning seeing him practically chug down like 14 melatonins. Denki could practically eat 8 melatonins in a row just as candy, sense it really doesn’t affect him that much. Plus it can take 1-1h30 for his melatonins to kick in. So randomly during the afternoon, the class will just see him take a handful of melatonins with a confused look on there face.

The only difference is that denki doesn’t need his normal ours that much. He could sleep for 2-3 hours a night and be completely okay the next day. Saying he’ll just catch up on it during the weekend. He doesn’t drink coffee, it would make him probably pass out at this point, no caffeine for him. Which he found out when first drinking an energy drink which he soon regretted.

Telling me this energetic boy gets enough sleep each night freaks me out, he’s a BALL OF ENERGY

Anyway, just a tiny head canon for him, love it yknow

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I love I love I love 🥰

Nefeli Nefeli!!! I’m patiently waiting for a taste of your writing!! Gimme gimme 👏🫶 I’ve actually never (unfortunately) seen a request for tdi and funnily enough i just finished rewatching it so can i be ur first request?? 🥹 mmm maybe duncan or trent (i love love love those two sm) it’s okay if u don’t want to!! I love u byeee!!! <3

Personal headcanons on meeting and getting with Duncan! Might do Trent soon! Sorry this is short! Haven’t had much time lately

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Island! Duncan who thought the burning in his heart was hatred.

Island! Duncan who had become weirdly obsessed with hating you

Island! Duncan who keeps staring at you with a soft stare and when anyone calls him out, he explains he’s planning on bullying you

Island! Duncan who knows it’s not that and he indeed likes you but keeps denying it

Crush! Duncan who finds cute gifts like rocks or sculptures but instead of giving them to you, he throws them ‘romantically’

Crush! Duncan who doesn’t understand why you even talk or smile to him sense he’s mean

Crush! Duncan who flips you off the second you catch him staring, hoping you don’t catch on

Crush! Duncan who almost killed a camper because of what they said about you, only restraining himself so no rumours are said

Crush! Duncan who accidentally confessed to the audience while rambling, only to break the camera afterwards

Crush! Duncan who insults and Denies you any time you bring up the campers who say he has a crush on you

Crush! Duncan who is okay with the quirk and finally starts flirting with you, still in an aggressive manner

Crush! Duncan who slowly realizes the little things you do without even realizing

Crush! Duncan who finally confessed in the most confusion way possible, leaving you to question what it meant

Crush! Duncan who became Relationship! Duncan after you asked him with he meant

Relationship! Duncan who dislikes everyone who adds suggestive things while speaking to you

Relationship! Duncan who pulls you in by the waist, real close to him, anytime your talking to a dude (or a girl depending on your sexuality)

Relationship! Duncan who stayed at your house almost everyday after camp finally ended

Relationship! Duncan who had to scream to his parents that you were the best thing that ever happened to him after they say you weren’t enough

Relationship! Duncan who would never say how much he actually loved you

Relationship! Duncan who had a whole album of notes on his phone dedicated to you and how much he loved you

Relationship! You who found it but never told him about it

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OMG THIS IS SO GOOD??!?! 💗💕💞

Imagine Megumi just randomly comes into your room, where u just lay down in bed chilling, scrolling through your phone and he doesn't say anything, just approach you, lift up your arms over his head and lay down between your legs, face down buried in your boobs and just sighs. When you ask him what's up, he stays silent for a minute before he lifts his head a bit and looks at you with a faint blush.

"I was stressed..."

"But not anymore?", you ask and he shakes his head.

"I see... did you just missed your girlfriend then?", you giggle and he blushes a bit.

"Well, yeah that too..."

You look at him confused, and he looks away a bit flustered.

"Satoru said, every time he's stressed 'he buries his head in a pair of big titties'... he said I should try that too if I get stressed..."

And even though you had the urge to get up and slap that white haired dork for giving such shameless advice to your precious boyfriend, it melted your heart a bit, that your breasts had such an effect on your boyfriend. And tbh, you could hit Satoru later for that. In a way, Gojo even kinda helped you out since Megumi would never get such an idea himself. And that insecure blushed face he had right now was too adorable to not pull him into a tender kiss.

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intertwined. | preview

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

setting: omegaverse!au, university!au

genre: angst, smut, some fluff

contains: yandere, estranged childhood friends to enemies to lovers, mentions of self-identity issues, dubious consent, obsessive behavior, loss of virginity, mutual(ish) pining, gojo is bad at expressing his feelings so he’s kinda a jerk, lovesick!gojo

summary: you just want to lose your virginity, no strings attached. how could you have known that gojo satoru is in love with you?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

release date: tbd | ask for taglist if interested

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“I want you to take my virginity.”

Satoru’s cocky grin wipes clean off his face. His stare goes blank and his jaw drops open comically wide. For the first time in the twenty-one years you’ve known him, Gojo Satoru is at a loss for words.

“We never have to talk again afterwards,” you add quickly, your cheeks starting to heat up in embarrassment. “This is just gonna be a one-time thing.”

Satoru is silent, expression tense as he observes you carefully. His crystal blue eyes seem to darken a few shades as he takes your hand in his. His thumb strokes once, slowly over the back of your knuckles.

“Just a one-time thing,” he repeats languidly, lips stretching into a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Perhaps if you weren’t so focused on the rapid, frantic beating of your own heart, you would’ve noticed Satoru’s gaze wander—only to lock right on the clear patch stubbornly covering your neck’s scent gland. You would’ve seen the way his pupils dilate and his tongue swipes over his lips, with hunger written all over his face.

“Well then,” he all but rasps out, voice thick with desire. Without warning, he pulls your body against his with ease, trapping you in the warmth of his arms. Satoru rests his forehead against yours, letting out a groan that is too soft, too vulnerable, too intimate.

He’s so big, you realize. You can hardly believe that you once stood a whole head taller than him. Satoru towers over you, his lean frame completely dwarfing you. His large hands squeeze at your waist as he presses a barely-there, tender peck to your forehead.

You feel like you can’t breathe.

“I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into, sweetheart.”

You’ve heard stories about what he’s like in bed; it’s inevitable that as the most desired alpha on campus, he’s gotten around. You don’t expect tenderness or care; if you did, Gojo Satoru is the dead last person to approach. You’re waiting for him to start man-handling you, tearing your clothes off, chasing after the carnal pleasure that only sex can bring. You’ve prepared yourself for that.

Instead, Satoru cups your pretty face between his large hands, running his thumb along your cheekbone. His blue eyes are a swirling pool of emotions, burning with not only lust but something deeper. “Been waitin’ so long for this.” His hushed whisper falls on deaf ears as he leans in to kiss you.

You let out a surprised squeak as his lips press against yours; this isn’t how things are supposed to go. You’re not here to play romance with Satoru—yet, the slow gentle kisses he’s giving you and the gentleness with which he’s holding you are cutting it too close.

“W-Wait,” you gasp out, pulling away to catch your breath. Satoru is panting too, cheeks flushed pink as he stares at you like a man dying of thirst discovering an oasis. His hand trails down your side to rest on your waist, pulling himself forward so he can drop his head against your shoulder. “What are y—“ your words die in your throat as you feel his nose nudge against the most vulnerable part of you.

“You smell so fuckin’ good…” His groan against your neck reverberates through your entire body, shaking you to your very core. Your internal alarm flares to life, blaring loudly in warning. You can’t even pay much attention to that, though, not when—

“Y-You do, too…” The words leave you before you can even process them. You knees feel like jelly as his scent washes over you, deep, musky and addicting. Satoru stiffens against you, huffing out a short breath of frustration.

“You’re gonna kill me.” You feel it. You feel his teeth scrape against the spot your mating bond would be. Satoru knows just as well as you do that you don’t have one, and that if you had things your way, that would never change. He teases the edge of the bandage covering your scent gland, rolling it between his teeth. Your fingers curl into his shirt, tugging nervously.

“N-Not there,” you protest, stumbling over your words in panic. Satoru pauses, and for three very long seconds, neither of you move. The only thing you can hear the is the pounding of your own heartbeat, his shallow pants against your neck, and the hum of the air conditioning.

He’s close, too close—you’re terrified of what he’s capable of, only because you don’t know if you can count on your own willpower to stop him. You’re slowly going limp in his arms, becoming nothing but putty in between his fingers—you’ve never felt so weak.

You hate how he makes you feel. You’ve always hated how he makes you feel. Weak. The world has always told you that you are. You’re nothing but a little omega whose only fate is to be a strong alpha’s obedient mate. You’ve fought back, resisted, protested—yet, Gojo Satoru has always managed to put you right back in your place.

This time is no different. Once again, you find yourself at his mercy. Your stomach boils with bitterness, with anger, with hatred… with longing.

Too slowly, he pulls away from your neck, only to lock eyes with you. “Right.” Satoru’s lips quirk into a crooked grin. “This is just a one-time thing, huh?”

You recognize that smile.

It’s the one that Satoru gave when he broke his mama’s favorite vase and blamed the cat. It’s the one that Satoru gave when he stole a candy bar from the store and got caught by the cashier. It’s the one that Satoru gave when he claimed you were no more than a stranger and left you to fend for yourself through high school.

He’s lying.

Far too late, you realize you’d made a big mistake.

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author’s note: i can’t even lie this little word vomit was just a way to get some gojo thirst off my chest. i’m not even sure if i’ll ever get around to writing a full fic because i’ve been planning this in my head for weeks and there’s so much i want to include. yet i have too little time because of uni :(

if you are interested in being part of a taglist just in case i ever actually get around to writing the full fic, just let me know in the replies.

thank you for reading this far :)

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Across the Universe

The JJK characters in various alternate universes!

INCLUDED - Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Hiromi Higuruma, Ino Takuma, Yuuta Okkotsu, Inumaki Toge, Yuuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

!TATTOO ARTIST GOJO is such a smug bastard — pearly skin adorned with intricate inked designs that each house their own specialized meaning and sparkling aquamarine eyes that search for you every time that the tiny shop bell dings. If it is you dropping by with a bag of his favorite takeout, he’ll momentarily pause with his client to lovingly greet you. Sure, it may annoy his client, but when it comes down to you, Satoru would allow cities to burn before his attention was ever pulled away from you.  

!TATTOO ARTIST GOJO is absolutely over the moon when you tell him that he can practice designs on you, offering him your arm or your leg with that smile that he can’t help but press a loving kiss to. He’ll make sure that you’re nice and comfortable before starting; he likely offers you a stress ball or something similar before getting to work. And once the piece is finished, he happily accepts the compliments (and kisses) you give him for doing such a beautiful job. (He also will not say no to the thousand Instagram pictures that you order him to take). 

!BIKER GETO is, quite literally, a doberman wearing a pristine leather jacket. So when you politely text him to pick you up from your girl’s night, he’s already grabbing your helmet and speeding his way from your shared apartment to whatever bar you were at. He tells you to stay put, that he would be there in ten minutes, and that he loved you. The moment that you hear his bike’s engine, you’re moving towards it like a moth to a garden light. He wastes no time in throwing his jacket over your shoulders and wrapping you up in his arms, tucking your face away and pressing comforting kisses against your hairline.  

!BIKER GETO absolutely adores the fact that you want to use his bike as a prop in your Instagram pictures, posing with the vehicle in an outfit that is planned to perfectly match the color of his bike. He doesn’t mind being your photographer at all, praising you and making sure that he gets all of your good angles. He also doesn’t mind helping you pick which ones to post — just as long as you make sure to tag him in them. And as long as you don’t mind him mercilessly attacking any other male in your comments that even dares to compliment you.  

!COWBOY NANAMI is an absolute sucker for the domestic mornings that you both share; he loves waking up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, bacon, eggs, and occasionally, sausage. (Though he doesn’t like waking up to you not lying beside him, you making him breakfast is a very easy solution.) He loves coming downstairs to see you humming and dancing around the kitchen, wearing one of his button-ups that dwarfs you completely. He just loves how comfortable and in your element you are — you make him so incredibly soft. 

!COWBOY NANAMI is already picking out a ring after you meet his family for the first time … extended cousins and all. The little ones dance around your legs and compliment you in those adorable Southern accents, his aunts and uncles smile fondly at the way that you present yourself and talk about your relationship with him, and his parents are simply overjoyed at the little jewel that their son decided to bring home. His hand wraps comfortably around your waist — and in that smooth Southern accent that melts you into a puddle — he agrees with his parents’ compliments and sneaks in one of his own. 

!DAYCARE WORKER CHOSO doesn’t want to think that he likes you at first. After all, you only ever stopped by his room to check in on the little ones, other than that, you remained in the daycare’s main office working as an assistant to the owner. So then why does his heart flutter every time that you make your routine stop to his room? Why do his cheeks feel warm every time that you talk to him? Why does he never want you to leave every time that your checks are finished? Why doesn’t he ever want you to leave? 

!DAYCARE WORKER CHOSO who can’t help but smile a little wider when he watches you interact with the kids in his rooms on your days off; how you never fail to make sure that each and every child is accounted for and is included. And Choso also doesn’t fail to notice how the children light up when he mentions that you’re stopping by — already asking what toys you were going to bring and what games you were going to play. It warms his heart that they love you just as much as (if not more) than he does. 

!BLUE COLLAR WORKER TOJI who spots you on his lunch break, talking so prettily with your little gaggle of friends. The coffee cup in your hand is decorated with the deep red of your lipstick — it makes him wonder what shade of red it is (and how it would look on his skin). Of course, he can’t talk to you at that moment, but his coworkers make sure that you know that he’s interested in you. And sure, you don’t catch his gaze just yet, but he knows that it’s only a matter of time until you do.  

!BLUE COLLAR WORKER TOJI who all but melts into your arms when he returns home after a particularly long day, savoring the warmth of your arms and burying his face away into your shoulder. Your hands rub up and down the length of his spine, cooing sweet reassurances into his ear and pressing kisses against his temple. He can’t help but smile at the fact that he was being babied, but considering that it was you … who was he to say no?  

!BODYGUARD SUKUNA who, at first, is very cold and distanced from you — considering that it was your father who hired him and gave him the instruction to keep an eye on your every move and make sure that you were properly kept safe. His answers to you are short and clipped, spoken in a tone that is laced with venom. It only drives you further away from him, which both satisfies and frustrates him. He really does love you from the moment your words are directed at him, but because of his current situation, he pushes those feelings deep down and forces himself to forget about them. 

!BODYGUARD SUKUNA who sneaks into your room in the middle of the night, smirking to himself when he enters to see you patiently waiting for him. You smile softly at him as he enters, crawling into his arms once he makes himself comfortable on your bed. Your head tucks comfortably into the crook of his neck, arms winding around his waist with your legs tangling with his own. He tilts his head to rest his cheek against the side of your head, humming against you — savoring the warmth of your embrace and relishing in the chaste kisses that you plant against his neck.  

!PROFESSOR HIGURUMA who is the first member of staff to greet you on campus, standing in the doorframe of your empty classroom with his arms crossed over his chest. You pause what you were doing — which was reviewing your lesson plans — and turn to the mysterious man standing outside of your classroom. He greets you politely, clearing his throat after realizing that he might have been staring at you for a moment too long. You return his greeting, and a comfortable conversation flows between the both of you; it’s mostly him inquiring about your lesson plans.  

!PROFESSOR HIGURUMA who enjoys the nights that you both spend grading together. You sit beside him with your legs propped up on his lap, essays piled high on top of your legs while he quietly scans over the last few tests that he had procrastinated. On the coffee table are your unfinished cups of tea, sugar completely dissolved and milk creating a swirl across the top of the tea. The silence is comfortable, occasionally filled by the sound of a turning page or a hum that rumbles up from the back of his throat.  

!PHOTOGRAPHER INO who adores when you sit beside him to go through the pictures he’s taken on his laptop, offhandedly commenting on how many candid shots he has of you (three folders to be exact). Your chin is resting on the top of his head, eyes trained on the pictures that he tries so hard to click quickly through. His cheeks are burning red, not that you can really see them from your position above him. You want to tease him, but pause at one of the pictures. It’s of you on your latest date, body half-turned to look at him with a bright smile painted onto your face. You think you look terrible, but with the way he gazes at the same picture, you could have hung the moon and stars. 

!PHOTOGRAPHER INO who never misses an opportunity to capture precious moments with his camera. Each date you go on, you can bet that he’s going to be snapping photo after photo to “commemorate the moment.” In reality, you know he’s just gathering pictures of you, but the thought behind it all is so pure-hearted and tooth-rot-tingly sweet. Nine times out of ten, he’ll pick his favorite from the night and frame it, gifting it to you after the night’s over.  

!ROYALTY YUUTA who can feel his heart momentarily stop in his chest the moment that he sees you standing at the top of the palace steps, dress sparkling in the light provided by the ballroom’s grand chandelier. He watches you carefully as you descend the stairs, waving politely to the other patrons who greet you first. The warmth in his chest transfers to his cheeks as you approach him, greeting him with a gentle peck and a smile that has him weak in the knees. He regains himself quickly however, offering you his hand and asking you to dance — an offer that only a fool would decline.  

!ROYALTY YUUTA who is all smiles and giggles when you sneak out of your room to join him in the palace’s darkened hallways. He tugs at your hand as you both sneak past the various guards that are stationed throughout the palace’s second floor. He turns to you with a finger pressed against his lips, smiling in response to your own as he finally sneaks you into the palace’s grand library, where the both of you remain until sunrise and the king and queen go searching for their son and his betrothed. 

!COLLEGE STUDENT TOGE who makes it very known that you are his beautiful, stunning girlfriend. Yes, you’re set as his wallpaper (on both his laptop AND his phone). Yes, he references you in almost every conversation that he has. Yes, he’ll hold your hand in the crowded halls and sit next to you during the class that you both just so happen to share. No, he has no shame in hugging you tightly in public. No, he has no shame in kissing you and emphasizing it with a disgusting “mwah!”.  

!COLLEGE STUDENT TOGE who memorizes your coffee order and, before class every day, surprises you with it along with a small pastry. Does it absolutely ruin his bank account? Sure. But is there anything that could ever compare to your smile and the kiss you lay against his cheek in thanks? Absolutely not. He would gladly run his bank account into the ground if it meant making your Monday mornings just a touch brighter. 

!BARISTA YUUJI who swears up and down that he doesn’t have a favorite regular — besides you that is. He swears that he doesn’t remember your coffee order at all … and yet it’s always waiting on the pickup side of the register when you walk in. He swears that he has no idea who you are … and yet he perks up like an excited dog when the coffee shop’s bell dings at 9:15 every morning. No, he definitely doesn’t have a favorite regular. 

!BARISTA YUUJI who adores when you accompany him during his closing shifts, waiting patiently at your designated table and watching as he finishes up any nightly tasks. He jingles the keys to the shop in your face when he’s finished, already asking you about your day and peppering your face with a flurry of kisses that you can never escape. His fingers lace into yours as he locks up, both of you already setting off down the sidewalk back to your apartment complex.  

!SHELTER VOLUNTEER MEGUMI who promises you before his weekly visit that he won’t bring home another dog — knowing that your apartment was barely large enough to house the two Shepherd pups that he had brought home. He kisses the top of your head and promptly leaves before you’re able to get another word in … and deep down you know that he’s going to return with something. He can’t help it, and when he holds the puppy up to your eyes, you quickly understand why. 

!SHELTER VOLUNTEER MEGUMI who all but melts when he comes home after a long day to see you and your (now) three dogs all curled up on the couch together. The two black-and-white shepherds are laying protectively in front of the couch while the newest little addition lays comfortably across your chest, little puppy snores rumbling in its nose. He has to resist the urge to take an unhealthy amount of pictures of you and the dogs — instead, he decides to silently lower himself to sit down and watch you. He reaches a finger out, stroking it over your cheek and smiling to himself … God, he was so absolutely in love with you.  

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>:) I’ve been waiting for this

Dating Tanjiro Kamado…

all you are is all I ever need…

yes it’s an Ed Sheeran line, deal with it☺️

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YOU CANT JUST END IT LIKE THAT 😭 I NEED MORE!!!

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summary; based on that one juju stroll where megumi's gicing a girl directions and yuji, nobara and gojo decide to be menaces (like always) tw; none, just some cute fluff note; thought this would be cute bc the juju stroll popped into my head today word count; 505 ('s a tiny blurb, but i might write a part ii) jujutsu kaisen masterlist // main masterlist

YOU WATCH IN CONFUSION AS THE THREE STRANGERS FIGHT OVER YOUR MIDDLE-SCHOOL CLASSMATE.

You don't know how you ended up in this situation—just that you were out shopping with a few friends and saw one of your old classmates and thought that the polite thing to do would be to say hi.

(definitely didn't walk up to him because you had the biggest crush on him back in middle school, nooo definitely not that.)

You'd been standing in front of the fancy glass showcase of the local coffee shop, trying to pick between two flavours of fudge cake when you saw a familiar bob of spiky blue hair.

Just a few feet away from you stood Megumi Fushiguro—the ex-middle-school bad boy and also your first-ever crush. Typical? Maybe, but in your defence, you were a big YA romance fan back then.

He was absentmindedly scrolling through his phone as he waited for his order. Probably black coffee, you thought to yourself.

Now, you don't what on God's green earth possessed you when you walked up to him, but something did.

"Fushiguro?" You called out, taking a few steps towards him, "Megumi Fushiguro, right?"

The boy in question looked up in confusion, before pointing at himself.

And then you realised he probably didn't remember you.

"Uhm, I'm L/N Y/N," You continued as you came to a halt in front of him, "We went to the same middle school?"

His dark blue eyes widened in realisation—he's still as pretty as he used to be—and he nodded. "I remember, we were in the same chemistry class."

"Yeah, it's been a while," You reply with a smile, "I thought I'd say hi and—"

Before you can finish your sentence a boy around your age with spiky pink hair and indentical scars under his eyes throws his arms around Megumi, blubbering something through teary eyes.

Your ex-classmate manages to pry the pink-haired boy off of him, but before he can say anything a girl with auburn hair walks over to you three, shouting something.

And soon enough an older-looking man with white hair—who you recognize as Megumi's older brother (at least that's what everyone thought he was) because he'd been to your school once after one of Megumi's fights—was added to the mix.

Which is how you landed in this situation.

You watched the three strangers fight over Megumi, who buried his face in the collar of his clothes growing redder by the second. Whether it was out of embarrassment or anger you didn't know.

"Uhm..." You looked around before quickly grabbing a napkin and jotting down your number.

Again, what on God's green earth possessed you at that moment to give you that much confidence? No clue.

"Here, text me when you've sorted out—" You vaguely gestured towards the three fighting strangers—"That."

The blue-haired boy looks like he wants to say something but decides against it, pocketing the napkin instead whilst watching you walk away with one last wave over your shoulder.

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It’s a ridiculously warm day in Birmingham at the base and she’s on the couch with one foot touching Ghost’s thigh as he lays on the floor of the 141’s common room in his shorts. The overhead ceiling fan is going full blast as is the fan on the kitchen counter. Condensation drips down the side of her glass as she watches the minutes tick by on the clock on the wall.

Boredom.

Pure boredom is what is pulling her down into the couch, drowning her veins in a slow sap that causes her to let out another exaggerated sigh; she hears the rumble from the cushions below.

“What?” Ghost grunts.

“I’m booooooooored,” she groans and he rolls his eyes despite them being closed.

“Well find something to do instead of bothering me.”

“It’s too hooooooooooot.”

“Then maybe shut up?” he offers and she kicks his thigh.

“Don’t be an arse.” He simply hums in return and she lets out a long breath, waits a moment, a few moments, then asks, “What are you going to do with my body when I d—?”

“You’re not dying before me,” is his immediate, cutting her off.

“If,” she starts again. “I die before you, what are you going to do with me?”

Ghost’s muscles flex beneath her foot and he responds, “Have you stuffed and add a button that repeats all your favorite catch-phrases.”

“Is one of them going to be, ‘You look like an anal-retentive Halloween decoration.’?”

“Among many others.”

“Wonderful.”

He lays flatter to the ground, getting comfortable on his stomach. “What do you want me to do with your body if you die before me?”

She thinks for a second, then says, “Cremate me. Make my ashes into ink, and tattoo something fond on your body to have me with you forever.”

“A bit morbid,” he notes. “If not unhygienic.”

“Fine, fine, stuff me like a treasured trophy then.”

He simply smiles and tips his leg up into her foot.

***

“You’re sure you’d rather have this ink than the ones I have? I can’t promise the tattoo won’t get infected with what you’ve got.”

He shakes his head, hums low in his throat and mutters, “Want this one.”

The tattoo artists shrugs and readies his things to begin tattooing across the soldier’s spine. “It’s rare that I see men get such a delicate flower like a cherry blossom branch on them,” he says. “They must be special to you.”

His eyes open and he looks at the wall, can see her plain as day with that gorgeous smile on her face; it makes a soft and sweet, but bitter smile come across his own. “My woman, she loved them.”

[koi-shiro]

sitting in the passenger seat with katsuki in the drivers seat, watching him hook up his playlist to his radio and skip through all these different rock bands and he's sweating because he doesn't know if you're into rock or if you like it.