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#found family trope?
outoutdamnspark · 1 year
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Prompt drabble for @bubblymilkgalaxy, who requested “  you don’t have to deal with this alone.  ” with their lovely OC, Sugi.
(Sadly, tumblr apparently friggen ate my post when I went to save it as a draft, so we’re doing this, instead. >_<)
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(word count is 1,894?!)
This got much longer than I intended it to, but uhhhh. Considering how patient you’ve been and that you’ve been waiting over a week for this, I’m pretty okay with the length. 😅
Thank you so much for the ptompt, and thank you for letting me write your OC! (Sugi is the absolute sweetest, I love her~)
(CW: fluff and warm-fuzzy feelings. Ingo holds a baby.)
For added softness, here’s what I was listening to while I wrote~
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It’s late when he arrives in Jubilife. 
The lanterns have already been lit, the streets bathed in their warm glow as the sun finishes setting; Ingo is thankful for their light as he takes the steps up to Galaxy Hall two at a time.
He makes his way inside, so focused on reaching his destination that he seems locked in a stupor, and he breezes down the corridor so swiftly that he very nearly doesn’t notice the woman standing firm in the doorway until he almost runs directly into her.
Ingo blinks. 
Miss Pesselle is barring his way.
Ingo feels his face beginning to burn with embarrassment. “I… I apologize, Ma’am,” he starts. He pauses to clear his throat, his voice dry and gravely from lack of recent use. 
But the medic arches a brow at him, holding his next stumbling words in place inside his mouth. 
“I’m going to have to ask you to slow down, Warden.” Her tone is stern, though not unkind, and she tilts her chin ever-so-slightly in a way that softens her expression. “I know you’re eager, and it’s incredibly sweet.” She nods behind her, into the room and its hidden occupant. “But please keep in mind the stress they’ve both just gone through?”
Ingo swallows thickly. He attempts to peer around Pesselle’s shoulder to see inside the room behind her, but she leans her weight to the side to obscure his line of sight.
Ingo curls his fingers against his palms to try and ground himself, wishing he had a way to shake out the excess nervous energy that wouldn’t come off as overly rude.
“Is she…? Did… Are they…?”
The medic huffs, shaking her head with a faint smile. “They’re both fine, Warden. I’d have told you if they weren’t.” 
Finally, finally, she steps aside, though she holds up a hand to stall him just long enough to say, “Farthest bed back, and remember, calm; she’s exhausted.” Pesselle drops her hand and nods once more, waving him on through. Ingo has just barely passed her when she murmurs, “Congratulations on the daughter, by the way.”
Ingo ducks his face, tugging the brim of his cap down to hide the new blush searing across his cheeks, and hurries further into the room. He focuses on the bed at the very back near the wall, still mostly hidden behind the privacy screen, and tries to ignore both Pesselle’s chuckling and his own pounding heart. 
‘Daughter…?’
(He knows he should feel guilty for the rush of warm fondness the thought brings to him, but finds he simply… can’t.)
Ingo slows his steps as he nears the bed, softening his footfalls. His hand trembles slightly as he places it on the edge of the privacy screen to help him round it; his breath steals as he steps inside. 
“...Oh.”
Miss Sugi looks up at the sound of his quiet exclamation. She looks tired, tousled, but otherwise alright. For a moment she seems mildly startled - then, softly, like a gentle dawn, a smile blooms across her face. “Mr. Ingo!”
Ingo releases the breath trapped in his lungs and slowly sinks into a waiting chair beside the bed. Relief pools like a tincture in his chest, bidding him to reach out and wrap an arm around his dear friend’s shoulders, pulling her into a careful hug. 
“Oh thank Sinnoh,” he breathes; “I was so worried.”
Sugi laughs as she hugs him back with one arm, the sound quiet and sweet as stream water. “Thank you,” she whispers against his temple. “For coming all this way.” She lets him cling to her for a few long moments before leaning back out of his hold to prop herself up against the bed pillows. 
“Of course, Miss Sugi.” He lets her pull away, sitting back in his chair so that he isn’t hovering over her. His lips tug upwards at the corners into a faint, fond smile. 
She returns it, and despite the exhaustion making its home in the shape of her, the warmth and gratitude are clear. 
Shifting her grip on the small, blanket-wrapped bundle nestled in the crook of her arm, Sugi holds it out towards him. “Would you like to hold her?” she asks, carefully tucking the edge of the blanket away from the baby’s face.
Ingo feels his heart flutter. His hands raise without his bidding, fingers twitching slightly as he holds himself back from something he hadn’t realized until this very moment that he (evidently) desperately wants. He swallows. “Are… are you certain?” He looks from the swaddled babe up to Sugi’s face, eyes wide and hopeful even through his trepidation.
Sugi just nods, a soft laugh trickling from her lips. 
Ingo’s hands tremble. He reaches for the precious passenger held securely in his companion’s arms - terrified and excited in equal measure, in a quiet sort of way that causes him to hesitate several times. He reaches, then pulls away, only to reach again, until his fear and gentle want break even, and Sugi takes matters into her own hands by reaching one out to catch at Ingo’s own. 
“Here,” she tells him, pressing the child into the bend of his elbow and maneuvering his arms until they’re curled just so. “Like this.” She slips her hands away, leaving Ingo to hold the most priceless treasure he’s ever been unworthy to hold. 
Warm.
The babe in his arms is warm and weighty and oh, so alive - even sound asleep, squirming unconsciously closer to where his heartbeat thumps against the inside of his chest. He stares down at it in disbelief, and feels something that had once been hollow inside him, for so long that he’d grown used to it, finally fill to the brim. 
“What’s her name?” he asks, surprised and yet not to hear the quaver in his voice.
(He does not see the way that Sugi watches them both - soft, proud, adoring, but also tinged with worry. Her eyes turn sad at the corners, and she dips her head to hide it from him lest he look back up.)
“...Nary,” she says at length.
Ingo doesn’t notice the pause before her answer, too preoccupied with brushing the back of one finger down the sleeping baby’s cheek. “Nary…” he repeats in wonder. When he lifts his gaze to Sugi, his eyes are wet with unshed tears. “Bravo, Miss Sugi.”
She smiles at him, though it’s strained, tight; this one, Ingo notices. 
“...Miss Sugi?”
Sugi sighs. Looking down at her newborn daughter in Ingo’s hands, she wrings her own in the bedsheets. It takes her a moment to speak, but Ingo is patient and waits for her to find her words.
“They think she’s yours. The… Everyone.”
Ingo blinks. This is not a particularly new development; he’s heard people refer to him and Sugi as husband and wife before, remembers how not ten minutes ago, Pesselle had congratulated him on the birth of “his” daughter. It has never really bothered him before, but thinking on it now, he realizes that perhaps his own ambivalence towards the misconception is not a shared sentiment. 
(And yet, he cannot deny the way the thought of fatherhood makes something deep in his heart seem to calm - like the sea settling after a storm, or the quietude of night as it falls.)
The warden purses his lips, natural frown turning further downward. “I…” He pauses, thinking of what to say. Taking a deep breath, he gently shifts little Nary in his hold, rocking her slowly to help himself ground. “It does not bother me,” he confesses. “And if it would help you both in any way, then I will happily play the role.” He risks a glance back up at his friend, trying to read her expression, but Sugi’s head is still tucked down.
Ingo presses on. “I say this with no expectations. You are very dear to me; I simply wish to be allowed to stay at your side.” He flicks his gaze back to the tiny girl pressed over his heart. “Both of you. If… if you will let me.”
He keeps his eyes on Nary - precious thing - and gives Sugi time unobserved to process his words. He is rewarded by the faint, watery sound of his friend inhaling through parted lips. 
“...They’ll talk,” she whispers. 
Ingo lifts his eyes slightly, just enough to watch Sugi’s hands twist the blanket into anxious knots. Slowly, he nods. “They will,” he agrees - because it’s true, the village seems to thrive on gossip at times. “But then again, they always do, about anyone that isn’t themselves.”
Sugi snorts in reply, though the sound is pained. “She doesn’t look like you.” She finally looks up from her hands, settling her gaze on Nary instead. 
It’s enough for Ingo to see her face. 
Adjusting his arms until he can safely free one of his hands, Ingo reaches out and places it over one of Sugi’s own, his lips tilting up at the corners in a tiny, genuine smile. “We will think of something.” He gives her hand a careful, timid squeeze.
But instead of his words comforting her, Sugi sucks in a shaky breath and shakes her head sadly. “I don’t want them whispering about you,” she admits, voice little more than a rasp. “You’ve been nothing but kind since we met - you don’t deserve–”
Ingo can already see where this is going, can see the worry mixing with her exhaustion, can see his friend beginning to spiral; he squeezes her hand again and shushes her quietly. “Miss Sugi,” he calls gently. He rubs his thumb across the backs of her fingers in a slow, soothing rhythm. “I am quite accustomed to being gossiped about. It is simply a product of my existence as a stranger to these lands.” He tries to stretch his smile into something reassuring, hopes it’s successful. “And regardless of time and familiarity, I am, at the root of it all, an outsider. People will think what they will of me, and I have long since accepted this as fact.”
The warden tilts his head further, ducking slightly, willing his friend to meet his eyes and see how sincere he is. “I am unbothered,” he repeats. His smile slips away, back into a frown. “But… I also understand that my own situation is much different than yours. If you would rather I stay aw–”
And now it’s Ingo’s turn to be interrupted. 
“No!” Sugi softly gasps, her own hand turning under Ingo’s and catching at it anxiously. Her head comes up from her chest and she stares at him with wide, misty eyes. “Please no. Please don’t leave.”
Slowly, so, so slowly, afraid to push too far and overstep, Ingo folds their hands together, palm to palm. He does not entwine their fingers; he does not know if that would be too informal. 
“You have my word, Miss Sugi.” With that same careful slowness, Ingo’s smile creeps back up at the corners of his mouth, honest and quiet. “I am not going anywhere.”
Sugi doesn’t answer him with words at first; instead, she clutches his hand tightly in a trembling grip and allows the tension to drain from her stiff and shaking shoulders.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“Of course,” he whispers back. His smile grows infinitesimally wider.
“I’d never leave you to do this alone.”
Not much is said after that. Ingo sits at his friend’s bedside until she slips into much needed sleep, and cradles a daughter that is not his own but already loves as if she were.
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notherpuppet · 2 months
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Three darling daughters #girldad
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deboracabral · 2 years
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come get ya juice
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hoperays-song · 9 months
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The three distinct types of found family:
Commits crimes together.
Fights crimes together.
Constantly switching back and forth between the other two at a horrifying speed.
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hypnoticmoth · 2 months
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Favorite evil family c:
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teartra · 11 months
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Screaming crying throwing up over ND Stevenson’s Nimona Gay Dad AU
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bloominflowers · 2 months
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"Melusines are beautiful creatures. They are the pride of Fontaine."💗
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inky-the-artist · 2 months
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i'm a sucker for that one trope in cartoons where a character sees the younger version of their loved one (bonus points if they also interact with it because that's just *chefs kiss*)
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please please PLEASE do more of this
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taytei · 1 year
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trios of assholes are my favorite - especially of the sibling variety
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rottmntrulesall · 3 months
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These aren’t tears
I swear
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I've seen people say the found family trope is queer because it's about "choosing" rather than being "given," and while that's true, I think there's another reason people often gloss over or misunderstand:
found family is queer because the labels don't always fit.
sometimes a character falls somewhere between a brother and a cousin. sometimes they're a big brother, a father figure, and a weird uncle all at once. sometimes they're a sibling when a third character is present, but a parent when they aren't. sometimes any attempt to label them just falls short.
often when a lot of people are fighting over what traditional family role a member of a found family is, I find myself thinking, "maybe you're all right, and all wrong, too. maybe there isn't just one label. maybe it's a found family, so it's queer."
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daftmooncretin · 7 months
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richard siken (crush.)
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planetnini · 4 months
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LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM !
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࿔・゚*࿐ for the first time ever satoru is left puzzled just by a simple question from tsumiki, but he knows just how to prove his love for you + gn!reader. fluff with some angst— use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), found family trope <3, girl dad satoru agenda, he is a bit insecure but it gets resolved, cutest fucking declaration of love ever, surprises! snow shenanigans, mistletoe kiss, satoru is the best boyfie ever i love him (5.8k words)
notes. this is a gift!!!! so it will cater to the interests and personality of my person but everything else is very vague :) merry new years secret santa thing @scarameows-world !!!! very late by the time this gets published but whtever.. i'm the reindeer that's been up in your inbox <3 we had alot of good talks and i hope we can stay in touch after this :") now here's a cute little fic i made for you about the one and only gojo satoru. title is inspired by this song
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gojo satoru is a man whose proficiency knows no bounds. he is a force to be reckoned with ushering a new era of powerful sorcerers and curses due to his possession of both the six eyes and limitless technique. he could do almost anything as one might expect and everything came naturally to him. he never had any doubts about himself, but then came along you. 
satoru was a natural when it came to flirting, but he was not accustomed to the rejection he faced in his early days when you would ‘let him down easy’– it was nothing short of disastrous, always ending in banter between you two. yet somehow you had your wicked ways of making him chase even though all you two did was flirt. after several attempts to woo you and you finally stepping up, one thing led to another now here you were, co-parenting two kids with the man you once swore you’d never be with. satoru was 100% sure that he would be yours for infinity, but it wavered on this particular day. 
satoru was on a little errand run with tsumiki whom he had entrusted with pushing the trolley around as he scanned the list you had made for tonight’s dinner and activity. she was a young and incredibly happy girl who was much friendlier than her brother, megumi. when satoru adopted the two, tsumiki had taken a liking to him immediately whilst megumi took a liking towards you so he had taken her on the trip. it had been going well, with them doing the final grocery run after spending what felt like hours picking out the perfect wreath for the front door, however tsumiki’s question stopped him right in his tracks.
“do you love y/n?” she asked, a little curious look decorating her features.
“that’s a silly question. of course i do!” he uttered, scanning the wreaths with his eyes picking out the perfect one because quite frankly, he didn’t know how to react. 
people naturally assume that growing up from a family who viewed him as an ornament and coddled him that he would be a closed book or lacking in social skills but his first few years at jujutsu tech proved everyone wrong: he was not just a pretty face who could get away with just that. in the end, his love for others was his weakness and tsumiki had brought up something that satoru had failed to anticipate. what did she see that satoru couldn’t and was that even possible?
she took the wreath from his hands and put it into the trolley bringing him back to the present, “how do you know you love y/n?” she paused, and tsumiki must be sadistic for making him suffer like this, “what does it feel like?” she asked, looking up at him.
satoru looked down at the child, surprised by her questions. he paused for a moment, considering how to articulate such an answer to a complex question. was it that hard to believe that gojo satoru was capable of loving someone?
while satoru would never admit it at the start, he needed megumi and tsumiki more than they needed him. after suguru’s defect, they especially reminded him that sometimes blood wasn’t all that important when it came to the people you loved. he loved them but in a completely different way than he loved you. a love so unequivocal that it was impossible for people not to know how truly and deeply in love satoru was with you, so he wasn’t sure where he went wrong but perhaps it wasn’t enough.
“well,” he began a thoughtful look on his face, “loving someone is different to everyone. i guess i can’t really explain it other than a warm, fuzzy feeling inside and it makes you feel like everything is right…” he replied, her eyes lighting up with understanding, “you care for their happiness the most, that you’d even share your favourite candy.” he chuckled with a playful glint in his eyes, trying not to sound too sentimental.
“so you feel warm and fuzzy when you see y/n?” she looked up curiously at satoru.
he chuckled, ruffling the child's hair, "yeah, exactly. now come on, let’s finish this quickly so we can go home. get something for yourself and your brother.” he winked to which tsumiki nodded eagerly, seemingly satisfied with his answer as she rushed down the aisle finding something to bring home.
the atmosphere between satoru and the girl was no longer tense but satoru’s mind was swirling. he was reflecting on the innocence of the question as he took control of the trolley now, finished with his chores for the day. he even went as far as buying you something too but tsumiki had inadvertently planted a seed of doubt in his mind and now satoru was spiralling. did he love you enough? was his warm and fuzzy feelings strong and genuine, or was it something he convinced himself of after everything that went down? the simplicity of her question left satoru questioning himself and for the first time in forever, he is unsure of his relationship with you.
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“i thought i told you that they can’t stay up late.” you spoke while washing the dishes. satoru could only lightly chuckle as he rinsed the plate, putting it on the drying rack. he knew you only meant well but he enjoyed seeing you like this more than he had expected: seeing you so worried and being such a caring person towards them. it was not like he had forced you to take care of them, it was through your own volition that you practically raised them.
“come on…” he drawled a little pout on his lips, “they said they didn’t want to decorate the tree without you tomorrow.” he reasoned, knowing that the two children in the living room were your true weakness and that just as much as you do for them, they’d do for you too. the way a simple sentence morphed your furrowed brows into a look of gratitude proved his point.
“do they actually want to decorate the tree with me or is it only because you bought them sweets today?” you accused.
“they’re much older now,” he reassured with a tone you doubt has any good intentions, “besides, i think it’s fair if we stop their ban on sweets, don’t you?” he asked with a simple hip nudge and you roll your eyes at the gesture.
he was happy with this, with how things were going in your life right now, in fact he couldn’t get enough of it. his request was simple, but you wasted no time immediately retaliating, “you just want to freely eat your sweets and use them as an excuse.” 
“what little faith you have in me!” he gasped and you have to stifle a laugh, “plus, they’re kinda scary when they don't get their way.” he joked, leaning back on the counter with his arms crossed to get a better view of you who had just finished washing and drying your hands after dinner. 
“how the higher-ups trust someone like you on those missions, i have no idea. i wonder how they would react if they found out you can’t handle two children.” you said, flashing him a smile. mentioning the higher-ups in the conversation made satoru’s blood boil but it had been tamed when he caught that little shake of your head combined with your smile. he had been contemplating the nature and depth of his feelings for you but tonight had proved that it was all a fluke– just seeing you was enough to remind him that nothing about loving you could ever be doubted, because loving you was as natural as breathing.
satoru leaned down to meet your eyes as you turned to face him, “sweetheart, if you want me home instead of on missions, you could just say so.” he smirked– a signature gojo satoru look that you couldn’t tell if you loved or hated.
you narrowed your eyes at him, “i hope you get put on more missions.” 
“you wound me.” he grunted, a hand over his heart feigning hurt but you knew that he was joking.
“you can take it.” you hummed, eyebrows scrunching as he stared down at you lovingly with a smile etched across his face.
there have been so many moments between you, satoru and the kids that blossomed with joy– something that felt lost in a world rife of evil– but you forget that you’re both still fairly young, thwarted into roles of guardians. you loved satoru since you were teens and seeing that this was your first relationship ever, it is only normal to feel insecure, and normal that you have doubts that satoru could ever truly love you.
while staring at satoru your mind can’t help but swirl with thoughts and he catches on immediately, perceptive as ever due to his six eyes and well, being gojo satoru. he sees it in your contemplative sighs that he had been hearing throughout the week, in your crafted smile, the way your shoulders are tensed and your jaw clenched: he knows you’re feeling some way right now because even your eyes don’t have their usual spark. your name rolls off his tongue so naturally, as if he was born to say it, as he reaches up to brush his hand across your cheek.
“what’s on your mind?” he questioned with a tilt of his head, thumb caressing your cheek. to him, the signs are as clear as day that you were troubled with thoughts of something and he wouldn’t rest until he found out what was going on in that beautiful mind of yours.
that warm fuzzy feeling intensified, secret moments between the two of you that the young girl was unaware of. it’s times like this you’re grateful that satoru is so in touch with how you felt most times and you can’t help the relief that settles in your heart when you realise you were so lucky to have him in your life, “it’s nothing,” you shook your head with a smile plastered on your face, “just… thank you for everything you did the other day,” you said, genuinely appreciative of his contribution to megumi’s birthday dinner, “i know you don’t think that he likes you but he really does look up to you.” you admitted.
“my charms aren’t all that bad.” he hummed, a proud nod as you snorted at his holier-than-thou tone.
your eyes closed at the soft contact of his lips on the crown of your head, warmth spreading all throughout your body during the cold winter month. you crave him and his touch, and you’re lucky that he hasn’t been put on any missions, specifically requested (he threatened the higher-ups knowing his status) to stay home with you and the others for just a couple of weeks. a small sigh left his lips as he started moving his hands away from your face up over his blindfold, the loss of contact made you pout slightly. your hand came over his, stopping him with a simple action, “are you sure you want them off?” you whispered, your voice dripping with concern.
“i want to see you.” he said, without an ounce of hesitation in his response. 
“i don’t like the migraines it gives you when you have them off.” you retaliated as you shook your head resolutely. he wants to listen to you, seeing how much you cared for him and laid your heart out for him. the love you had for him was overflowing and he did not know how he got so lucky.
“i can take it,” he insisted, voice a mix of both amusement and affection, “besides, i’ll endure any and all amounts of pain just for you.”
“after that declaration, i better not hear a complaint out of you.” you said, smiling up at him as you begin to unwrap the blindfold yourself. your delicate fingers moved the bandages around his head, undoing the white bandages. the gesture made satoru relax in your touch as you pulled them away from his face. being able to let his guard down after suguru had been difficult but you were a rare (and lucky) case.
once the bandages are undone, you can see that he’s wincing and squinting, probably due to the oversensitivity. adjusting to his surroundings, you brush his cheek with your thumb and his eyes flutter open to have a look at you, “hi beautiful.” he breathes out, utterly captivated by you.
you mirrored his look, squinting as you leaned forward with a smile wanting nothing more than to kiss him until– 
“what’s taking so long?” tsumiki yelled, surprising you and making the two of you jump from your spot. if satoru was masking his pain before, he wasn’t doing so now as he screwed his eyes shut and you feel extra protective of satoru now that his blindfold was off. he was extra sensitive to loud surroundings so when she came in shouting the two of you with his guard fully down, you knew satoru probably was still adjusting to having his blindfold off with the kids.
“did your brother put you up to this?” you asked.
“we were just wondering where you two were.” she replied bashfully.
“i told you they were kissing.” megumi groaned from behind her and if you weren’t embarrassed before, you wanted to dig your grave now that he had said it out loud.
“actually, we were rudely interrupted.” satoru complained, narrowing his eyes at megumi. living with them, you know how much megumi truly looked up to satoru but moments like this question why they were always at each other’s neck
megumi rolled his eyes, “have some manners you two,” you ordered, making tsumiki chuckle a bit, “i’m sorry for making you guys wait so long.” you apologised and you see megumi nod slightly at you.
“are you two in cahoots?” satoru whispered in your ear but you pushed him away jokingly. megumi was first to leave the room and tsumiki followed suit, but before satoru joined the two, you reached out grabbing his hand, “i know you said no presents this year, but-” you said, handing him a wrapped rectangular box.
“you said no presents for christmas.” he blurted out, confusion taking over his features.
“well, i sometimes doubt if you ever listen to me,” you looked up at him and you would be right because satoru had bought and wrapped your gift already, “just think of it as a very belated birthday present then.” you smiled at him, anticipating his reaction to your gift.
he opened the box carefully and he could see an engraving on a case, and his heart sunk. he knew he was in love with you, but was it possible to love you even more than he already had? he picked up the case and took out the special glasses he wore when he went out instead of the usual blindfold.
“i remember you said you needed new ones after they broke.”
“correction, when megumi broke my other ones.” he corrected. you rolled your eyes at him, and give him a light peck on the cheek, “thank you.” he spoke before you could make your way to help the children. 
“don’t break them again, i’m not made of money satoru.” you warned and situated yourself on the floor, sitting cross legged as you peered over at what the two had been up to when you and satoru were in the kitchen. tsumiki was unboxing some tinsel and megumi was taking care of the ornaments. to be honest, you weren’t sure when you became one of those families who went full out for christmas. the only things you ever really did was presents or stockings and having dinner together. you were overlooking the process, not really helping, or rather not knowing how to as you had never really had a tree let alone decorate one. 
“you’re not going to help?” tsumiki questioned, with a tilt of her head as she began to decorate the tree.
all the attention is turned to you now as you shake your head untangling some of the lights for the tree, “i mean, i’ve never really celebrated christmas with a tree and it’s for you guys right?”
“that’s sick and twisted!” satoru gasped, slumping down right next to you with his new sunglasses, “so you mean you’ve never had a christmas tree?” he exclaimed, and quite frankly you don’t really see the big deal.
“i wasn’t blessed with being born into a family like yours.” you teased and he took serious offence to that, not because he was offended by your comment but more so your nonchalance. 
“well, anything you want to do for christmas?” megumi asked, putting some of the ornaments on the tree. he always had an artistic perspective and you were glad he was putting so much thought into where each one went.
“i’m not going to be home until late at night, but i guess i’ve always wanted it to snow big enough that i could build a snowman.” you shrugged, looking at the kids.
“that’s impossible.” megumi groaned.
“how are we going to get it to snow?” she exclaimed.
“exactly. it’s alright,” you reassured as you stood up from your spot, “as long as i’ve got you guys, that’s all i could ask for.” you winked at them as you helped them get to the higher spots of the tree. satoru sits there watching as you now start to help the two decorate the tree and decide to help out. you are too distracted to see that his mind is swirling with ideas– he is determined to make your christmas a little more special and he has some ideas up his sleeve that he can’t wait to use.
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you feel the exhaustion of staying up late last night settle deep into your bones when you’re on your way home from the mission. it wasn’t like you didn’t get enough sleep, you got just the perfect amount but not being home today to celebrate with the kids and satoru kind of made your heart sink. it had always been the four of you the entire day and sometimes occasionally with the others but being away from home, away from them had taken a big toll on your heart.
you wiped at your eyes with a yawn as you began making your way down the path to your house. the cool winter night was in full swing, trees moving slightly in the small rush of wind that passed by along with the small sprinkles of snow.  you took a deep breath and rubbed over your arms as you looked up at the sky. you weren’t lying when you said you wanted snow, it had always been a dream of yours to see falling snow, and enough that it might be enough to build a snowman, it was just something that hadn’t happened in a long time. 
you reached the house but the eerily quietness and lack of light concerned you, were they watching a movie or something or did they go out and not tell you beforehand? you brushed off your worries, unlocking the door walking into an empty house. the whole room was dark, nothing could be heard and your heart was stuck in your chest, stopping at just the mere thought of not being completely alone right now. 
you could hear some whispers and instinctively your hand went up, charging up your cursed technique as you hear some shuffling until an array of fairy lights went off above you, decorated meticulously going up the stairs and some nice garlands all around, warm lighting and while you’re staring at the lights, you don’t notice the three standing right in front of you.
“welcome home.” they shouted, and you swear you had felt that much relief in your entire life.
“i could’ve hurt you guys!” you exclaimed, a hand over your heart. the soft vinyl record you distinctly remember shoko gifting you after seeing you eye it last christmas playing from the living room, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“well that defeats the whole point of a surprise if i told you, right guys?” he said, and it is only now you realise that he has a santa hat on with the other two in ugly sweaters. you know megumi would be less than happy to be dressed in this right now but you assume he did so for you and couldn’t help the way the corner of your lips curved up at the sight. this… this is what you loved about your little family, and you knew it was wrong to call it a family– the two kids aren’t yours, and you’re not married to satoru but this moment, combined with the cute late night you shared with them just the night prior confirmed that you were all closer than that and how much they loved you.
“you did not need to do this for me,” you sighed, a little overwhelmed by how well decorated everything was. you hadn’t even noticed the holly, the bells, candles, and a bunch of other festive decorations– they really went all out. you wonder just how they pulled it all together but then you remembered that satoru would stop at nothing when it came to his gestures, “and you definitely did not need to drag them into this.” you added, kneeling down in front of them so that you could hug tsumiki and as you stood up you looked at megumi and ruffled his hair despite how much you know he hated when satoru did it, when you did it, you weren’t met with the same grumpy huff.
satoru gasped, “hey, these two were asking if you’d like them and i pointed them in one direction okay?” he defended but as you looked down at the two they were shaking their heads as if to refute his words, “don’t listen to them. they did it because they love you just as much as i do.”
respectfully, you hated satoru but not in a way that was malicious but for always making you feel like the luckiest person on earth. for being friends with you back then when it seemed like the world wasn’t on your side, for allowing you to stay in his life after losing his friend, for letting you take care of two of the most beautiful children ever. he was one of the sweetest people you ever knew and you doubt any gift or gesture would be enough to make up for the man that he is. without realising you had tears stream down your face, and you bring your hand up over your face to cover it. you weren’t usually the type to cry over something so trivial but here you were.
“i can’t believe you made y/n cry on christmas.” megumi complained, trying to lighten the mood as tsumiki’s mouth dropped.
"y/n's fine!" satoru reassured and you can’t help but laugh as you wiped away some of the tears. before you could speak satoru went over to you, engulfing you in a hug, “you better not apologise for crying. there’s nothing you need to be sorry for.” he reassured, rubbing circles on your back. you nod profusely, trying to keep yourself calm in front of the others (not that they’d never seen you cry before) before pulling away from the hug. you stared into his cerulean eyes, out and free from their usual blindfold or glasses, “it’s nice to see you my love.” he whispered, meant only for your ears. 
you chuckled, pressing your lips into his cheek before turning around, “how about we open some gifts? how does that sound?” you smiled and their eyes lit up, brighter than the lights all inside the house and they scattered off like little mice to the living room where the tree was, with quite a few presents under the tree (courtesy of satoru’s money but joint in terms of thinking of what to get them) and you followed behind. satoru threw his arm over your shoulder as you took a seat on the couch as they got ready to unwrap their gifts.
“are you hungry?” he asked softly as they started unwrapping their gifts, the one in the penguin wrapping paper which satoru had wrapped up himself.
“i had something to eat on the way back.” you reassured and he nodded.
the two had spent quite a while opening satoru’s gifts. you noticed that the presents were some things the two children had mentioned once a very long time ago and were quite surprised that satoru had hand picked these gifts himself without asking you for help. you knew that he noticed every little detail about the people in his life but it made you wonder if he got you a gift after you said not to. you wouldn’t be mad if he didn’t get you one and vice versa.
“i got you that one.” you spoke, trying to contain your excitement as megumi picked up your gift, wrapped in some candy cane paper. you watched as he unwrapped it, revealing a digital camera and you hear tsumiki exclaim, excited for her gift now.
“a camera?”
you sat up, moving away from satoru as you leaned forward, “i know there aren’t that many pictures of you guys around the house so i got you that so we could start printing some out and putting them up.” 
megumi couldn’t hold in his gratitude any longer bringing you in for a hug, “thank you y/n.” he said, and you hugged him back, kissing him on the cheek. satoru was going to make a comment about how he also wanted a hug after all the gifts he gave but it was a special moment shared between the two of you and he was not going to ruin the moment.
as megumi was setting up his camera with satoru’s help, you turned to tsumiki and watched as she unwrapped her own gift, she looked up from the box to you with shock all over her face, “y/n…” she whispered, voice cracking, “i can’t take this.” she said, handing you back the box.
“hey.. it's okay,” you reassured, lightly pushing the box back in her direction, “it’s a gift tsumiki.” 
you watched her pull out the necklace, the stunning small heart shaped engraved with her initial on it but that wasn’t all you got her. after observing the necklace and helping her put it on, she opened a box that contained a letter, telling her of how much you adored her with special keepsakes from some memories you shared throughout the year. you have never seen her so happy and when she hugged you, you catch the stare that satoru is giving you– absolutely entranced by how much you loved them. a simple flash takes you off guard as megumi takes his first picture on the camera.
“how about you guys get your coats, i have something to give y/n.” satoru stated and they ran off with excitement in their bones at his plan. he had filled them in but they weren't convinced he could pull it off.
“talk about a successful night.” you chuckled, picking up the wrapping paper and throwing it in the bag that satoru was holding. 
“get changed.” he spoke, taking the bag from you and now it’s your turn to be surprised again.
“what? where are we going?”
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after getting changed, suspicion arising from his sudden ask of getting changed. you walk out of your room seeing everyone in their coats, scarves, and you watch as the children begin to walk out first leaving the two of you alone. 
“what are you up to satoru?” you questioned, furrowing your brows. 
“since you thought you could cheat your way around buying me a gift,” he replied honestly, which took you off guard, “i thought it was only fair if i got you some things as well.” there was a small box in his hand, and you took it from his hand. you held your breath as you unwrapped the paper to see a box tied with a ribbon. you opened the box, revealing nothing but a sheet of paper.
you definitely weren’t the ungrateful type but you were expecting something else like maybe a ring, a necklace or something else but as you examined the paper you looked up at him with your mouth wide open. it was a receipt of something you had been eyeing for a couple months but nothing you could excuse spending money on. you had been an avid lover since you were young and it was always your dream to have one of these.
“satoru.” you said, honestly starstruck at his gift.
“you have been eyeing that for so long,” he reasoned with a simple nudge of the shoulder, "merry christmas."
“i can’t accept this.” you shook your head, giving it back to him but you know it is relentless to deny his gifts especially after you pulled your little secret gift on him the other day.
satoru gave you a stare and pursed his lip, “you are keeping it. end of discussion.” he smiled as he started to wrap a scarf around you. satoru had always looked good in winter clothing, a scarf tucked around his neck and due to his infinity, he was never cold but still dressed to the occasion with his designer brands. he was so handsome…
“and since you’re not saying anything i'm assuming you don't like it?” he taunted. you told your brain to make a coherent sentence or at least move so you don’t make a fool of yourself just looking at the gift. you stared up at him, you used your free hand to push the scarf down from the bottom half of your face, "you know i thought you weren't going to get me anything?"
satoru had never stopped at any words faster than he had those, "what?" he answered with a shaky voice.
you scoffed holding his hand in yours, looking anywhere but into his eyes, "i thought you might do a whole 'i'm your gift' thing," you admitted, a little ashamed you had such little faith in him, "i guess you do love me."
"y/n..." he uttered, "if i have ever made you doubt i love you then i have failed as your boyfriend," he spoke and you could feel your whole body warm at his words. "you are everything to me even if you and megumi are in cahoots and pray on my downfall." he said and you shoved him. he winced lightly at the push and smiled as he pulled you close to him once more, eyes moving down to your lips then back up to your eyes.
“that was really sweet of you.” you uttered, looking up at him.
“sweet enough for a kiss?”
“unless you make it snow, i’m not kissing you.” 
“i think i deserve just one…” he teased as he leaned closer to you.
a hand suddenly grabbed yours, tsumiki's gloved one, and once again stealing that moment between you and satoru, "y/n! didn't you hear me?" she gasped as you saw the wet snow on her coat go from crystal into a wet drop.
"what happened? is megumi okay? are you okay?" you asked, hand brushing over her face as if to check for any injuries.
"it's snowing!" she exclaimed as she made her way back out.
you looked over at satoru baffled but you could just see him smile at you mischievously and you run out and to your surprise, the snow is pouring down from the sky and you now know that your christmas wish has been satisfied. looking up at the sky, you put your hand out as the snow falls into your hand and you chuckle even though you are freezing your ass off.
the children began throwing snowballs at each other and one hits you at the back of the head and you turn to see all three of them standing there staring at you. they all point at gojo before you decide to pick up some snow for yourself throwing it at him back, thankful his infinity was still down.
you truly appreciate satoru doing his best to make you happy because it was all you ever wanted. he got a snowball in the face before falling down on the floor, and all of you chuckled at him landing on his back as he began to sit up, snow covering his whole back side and all in his hair.
you knelt in the snow and began to make the snowman you've always wanted to during christmas with the help of the two and when you're done you notice him standing at the front porch just staring as tsumiki started doing snow angels and megumi's two wolf shikigami joining him in the snow. you don't know when he let them out but you just smiled as you approached satoru, "what are you doing here?"
"just admiring you," he complimented and you shake your head, "did i do okay?"
you stare at him in bewilderment before moving to press a kiss to his cheek, "you did well satoru. more than that if possible."
he smiled cheekily and you move your hand to drag him back into the snow, "come on..." you hummed as you tried to pull him away from the front porch but he refused to move and you stare at him with a tilt of the head, "what's wrong?"
"you said you would kiss me if i made it snow.” he recalled, hand on his chin as he tried to refresh your memory.
“how the hell did you manage to make it snow?” you snickered but he didn’t look like he was joking. you don’t know how he managed, he would never say but you shook your head, “sorry babe, i don’t think you can control the weather… it is quite unpredictable.” you shrugged, giving him a fake guilty look.
“it’s a christmas miracle!” he yelped with his smile that you know and have grown to adore so much and you follow his gaze to the mistletoe above your head, "you know the rules." he seethed trying to seem nonchalant.
"you're an idiot," you laughed before holding his face in your hands, tiptoeing a bit before pressing your lips to his. you pulled away and brushed his lips with your thumb a little, "i love you satoru, always."
he could only pull you back in for another kiss, smiling as he did so as the kids exclaimed in disgust and horror at the sight. "i love you y/n. here's to many more years with you." he whispered when he pulled away. it was a christmas you will never forget and one that tsumiki and megumi will also never forget, dramatically reminding you that they were traumatised from your little kiss.
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tags! @stsgluver @sukxma (thank you for hosting the event)
i hope you love this lynne, i apologise it's not my best work and i'm sorry it took so long. i love you, i hope you're doing well
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In my opinion, found family is so much funnier when it’s more like “these losers hold me hostage and won’t leave me alone”
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hoperays-song · 10 months
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Found family shows what love truly is. That it isn’t a transaction or a complusion of any sorts. It’s a choice. A choice to make a home, a life, with the people you care about most. A choice to stay through it all and to trust others with your heart, and for them to trust you with theirs. 
It shows how love is perfect because it’s chosen, not forced, not required, not limited.
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prokopetz · 1 year
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What a family is according to late 1990s JRPGs:
Guy with sword
Girl who wields immense destructive power and is super autistic about it
Person who's tried to kill you on multiple occasions, but it's cool because they're, like, really sad
Person who calls you "thou" even though literally nobody else in the setting talks like that
Some sort of robot and/or cave person
Talking cat
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