#megumi self insert

[huicitawrites]

OK, BUT HEAR ME OUT—

I won’t deny I am a monster fucker, or a hardcore simp of big bloodthirsty men (i.e Toki, and Sukuna which sums up both).

So therefore, being up to date with the manga and WITNESSING the latest episode of JJK

I BRING YOU—

Yandere Mahoraga.

Maybe you are a Zenin Sorcerer, no matter the circumstances you summon the divine general under- when the blasphemic curse sets its sights on upon you- an extraordinary turn of events occur.

For the first time, Mahoraga does not turn against its summoner.

Maybe it lets itself be exorcised by you in order to be able to be ‘commanded’.

Or maybe it does not, it adapts to all your attacks without breaking a sweat whilst you are surely running out of breath and dry of cursed energy, but it stands still. It doesn’t attack you, not a single move.

Now, whatever is threatening your safety, which regards both enemies and allies, Mahoraga obliterates them. The Shikigami does not fool around and gets straight to work. Perhaps, once its duty is complete, it delivers the severed head of whatever it murdered and drops it flat by your feet.

I also picture Mahoraga appearing regardless of summoning (although it goes against cannon), Mahoraga is able to summon itself when it senses you are in great danger or distress, or when it simply desires.

Mahoraga has no intelectual grasp of emotions, but it certainly feels. It has instincs, like an animal.

And something about you certainly provokes the instinct to protect and take care of, and maybe some sense of possession and territory.

Who knows, maybe the Shikigami has other instincts too… If you know what I mean.

Bonus! The Divine General Shikigami may complement a yandere Zenin sorcerer. You may not be a Zenin yourself, but if another Zenin sorcerer with the ten shadows tecnhique is madly, sickenly, and twisted in love with you- Mahoraga may pick up on some of those emotions…

(I invite authors to be inspired by these headcanons :) and readers to comment so i don’t feel alone on this one)

[m-ayo-o]

coffee snob

18+ smutty // character 21+ wc 700 selfshiptember; 1

Coffee, you like it sweet and milky, hot or cold, depending on the weather. And there’s this one shop round the corner from your office that makes it just right.

In addition to your requested extra pumps of vanilla flavouring, your usual barista is asking if you’d like whipped cream today.

You nod excitedly and watch him squirt it on top of your drink, carefully adding a fine layer of powdered chocolate.

It looks pretty. Too pretty to drink.

He slides a long spoon through the cream and sets it on a saucer with a small napkin.

Ever the perfectionist.

But this time when his delicate hands push your drink over the counter he decides to strike up a conversation.

“Does it taste nice like that?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows at your sugary drink.

“Mm hmm” you hum and take the mug.

“Well,” he sighs and studies the drink in your hands, “as long as you like it.”

“You made it, so…” you trail off, taking the spoon and licking the cream off the end.

He gulps, his dark eyes following your movements.

“Well, thank you,” you chirp, pulling him out of his gaze as he waves you off, heading to your favourite corner of the café.

⋆⁺ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆★

“So, how do you like your coffee?” You question the dark haired barista the following week. He always looks so dissatisfied when he serves your drinks, almost as if it pains him to make them.

“Black” he replies simply, finishing off another syrupy concoction for you.

Despite his clear aversion to your taste in coffee, he always serves it beautifully. You love watching him work.

“Hm, isn’t it too bitter like that?” Now you’re asking.

He slides your drink over and looks at you from under those long, dark lashes.

“There are many different flavours in coffee. I can show you,” he replies. Seeing the café is fairly quiet he decides to take a break, leaving the few customers for his colleague to take care of.

And so begins the first of many lessons with your favourite barista.

⋆⁺ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆★

You learn a lot from him, especially after closing time in the small store cupboard in the back.

He lured you back there under the pretence of selecting some coffee beans for you to try. 

But you soon see his plan unfolding as he’s tugging up your skirt and pushing your panties to the side, not only educating you on the fine coffee that lines the shelves, but you also receive a humbling lesson on just how quickly he can make you cum.

It’s his fingers. You think he must have some hidden magic power in them from how they get your head spinning.

“Again?” he lets out a breathy chuckle, watching you eagerly grind onto him, riding out another high.

“N-need more” you whine shamelessly.

“I know, pretty girl. Just wait a minute,” his fingers curl and dip into you some more, “love seeing you like this.”

But soon your little whimpers wear him down. He rips off his apron, unbuckles his belt, black jeans pushed down and he groans when his tip slides over your wet entrance.

It was in the heat of the moment, you swear. You were just pushed up so close together in the tiny cupboard, feeling his body brush against yours. You just bent over to pick up a bag on the floor, feeling his hand on your ass.

And now you’ve got yourself all filled up with your sexy barista’s cock. Just like his coffee making, his love making is passionate, attentive, just perfect.

You find yourself gushing over him more times than you can count, his gruff moans going straight to the tight heat in your core where his cockhead is pushing.

And after the first time you tasted his cum, getting pulled off his cock and swivelled round to take his load in your mouth, you’ve become addicted.

Despite his numerous attempts to enlighten you, your tastes in coffee have remained unchanged. Your taste in men, however, has become very specific indeed.

Namely the tall, handsome barista, with an attitude nearly as spiky as his dark hair, Megumi Fushiguro.

selfshiptember!!

megumi m.list

likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3

[candyk0rn]

Could you potentially do headcannons for JJK men seeing their S/O who’s normally always in baggy clothing or lounge wear in something fancier for the first time if possible? You can choose who and no need to do my request!

I love your writing so much and you’re so talented have a good day/night!! And make sure you’re taking care of yourself :D

𐬺Layers𐬻

Hey! Thanks for the request, so glad you are liking the writing! It’s always rough writing for a fandom I’ve never written for/am new to. Hope you enjoy!

‘How Jjk men would react to an s/o that normally wears baggy/casual clothing wearing fancier clothing for the first time’

Included: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru

F.Megumi:

Your taste in more comfortable clothing is actually something that drew him to you in the first place

He has a strong liking for comfort over quality or looks

Which, when the both of you begin actually going out, he made some effort to dress a little nicer

It was the first time he had taken you to lunch, he waited outside of the cafe patiently for you

His head quickly turned when he heard you call for his name,

..but blinked in confusion when he saw you

He didn’t even realize the heat rising to his cheeks when he blankly stared at you

He didn’t exactly say anything at first when you finally got to him, not sure what to say

But he knew he had to say something, so it was the truth

“You look nice.”

It’s a nice sentiment, and after he says that he smiles

Megumi enjoys seeing you dressed like this, and he’ll admit it in his own subtle way

It’s also entirely obvious that he is flustered the entire time the both of you are out

Help him 🙏🏻

G. Satoru:

Satoru is the kind of guy who believes relationships should go both ways

Which, rightfully so.

But you show up in something more tight-fit and chic

And he is FLATTERED and FLUSTERED™️

He’d say something stupid like

“Oho? Wearing that just for me?”

If it’s a day around the city, trying on different clothes, tasting different foods, seeing different popular sites

You best believe during clothing shopping he hands you clothes he would’ve NEVER showed you before

“I think I’ll like you in this one.”

“You mean “me”, right?”

“I said what I said” then he starts giggling and kicking his feet fr

He definitely understands how you’re drawn to comfort over fit, that’s how he met you after all

But he will admit to you that it pleases him when you wear something a bit more form fitting

I.Yuuji:

Hopefully Megumi is there 🙏🏻 Yuuji needs someone to pick up his jaw for him

He doesn’t care to hide his shock when he sees you dressed in finer attire for the first time

He might play around and pretend not to recognize you at first

He feels so much more protective of you

He was already keen on not sharing you with girls and guys who hit on you, but now he’s so much more so

He can’t keep his hands or eyes off of you,

Though that’s nothing new

After the first interaction, he doesn’t bring much attention to it

At least, not intended attention

He feels bad, he doesn’t wanna keep calling you out or anything

Like..maybe you didn’t want him to say anything? Maybe you just wanted to dress up?

Poor boy is stressing over NOTHING.

He’s just not a big fan of change, is all

But he likes this one a lot! Even if it’s only for certain occasions

He looks forward for all of those occasions

He will make more plans in order to see you more dressed up

Thanks for reading!

[berristreasuredlibrary]

Forever With Me

"Does this make me a bad person? Do you think I'm a bad person?"

"I think you're a fucking monster."

"Do you really? Is that by your own free will or what you've been led to believe by other people, my love?"

"Does it matter?"

"To me it does."

Chains rattle as hands raise up, showing off wrists rubbed raw. "It's my free will." A click of teeth, a hand running through messy hair, an annoyed huff. "That's not true. Don't be so cruel to me."

A sharp laugh followed by a scoff, head whipping up to meet crazed eyes. "Cruel?! You've got some balls. You're the one who chained me up."

The cold metal of a blade presses against warm flesh, digging into skin and just barely piercing it, and a low voice beside an ear. "Come on, don't be like that. It's me and you until the end. You're with me. Forever with me, my angel."

[shiganshinaslut]

Megumi drabble bc I’m soft for him :(

You’re sitting on the couch with him, watching whatever show you feel like today, and it’s so nice. It’s just..comfortable. You glance over at him, smiling fondly to yourself as you see that familiar spiky hair and blank expression. Something about him is so endearing in a way that’s hard to describe. He’s quiet, sure, but he’s real, and truly kind and his personality just works with yours. You can sit in comfortable silence without a care in the world. A bond like this is hard to come by, and you so deeply appreciate him.

You place your hand on his shoulder, catching his attention and he turns to you with a quizzical expression. “C’mon, lay down.” You respond simply before gently pulling him down to lay on your lap. He quietly grumbles something unintelligible and there’s a red tint to his cheeks, but the embarrassment quickly melts away and he relaxes into your touch. You keep one hand on his arm, mindlessly rubbing soft circles with your thumb as your other hand finds its place in his hair. You feel his breathing even out as he relaxes, and in that moment the two of you are exactly where you want to be.

[sadderdaazee]

“jiji,” in a whisper’s breath, you turn towards your husband.

the moon glimmers against his scar in a way only you would dote. his half lidded eyes look at you. and it makes him smile.

just the sight of you was enough.

enough to tell him that he was still sane.

the feeble mark of your pulse thrumming against his chest was enough to tell you were there. that you were speaking to him.

it was enough.

for a man like him, it was enough. just the quiet rumble beneath your ribs and the slow vibrations of your voice — it was enough.

“yeah?” he replies, pressing his face deeper within your neck.

he loved listening to the erratic thunder beneath your veins.

“if i make it to heaven,” you beckon a breath from his lips, “will you be there?”

he stays quiet for a moment. after all, he hasn’t been a man of good deeds.

“dunno,” he says, pressing his lips to the heartbeat that told him that heaven was still so far away from you both, “i’ll be there wherever you are.”

“cheesy,” you run your fingers against his ear, his hair, threading between them like he was woven out of glass spun of gold, “what if i don’t make it anywhere.”

“you gonna ghost me?” he inhales, and feels your breath hitch under a chuckle. he loves it. loves the small quiet sounds of your voiceless humor, of your chuckles.

you nuzzle deeper into his chest, deeper than he’d ever let anyone.

“so funny,” you roll your eyes. he can hear it. he loves it too. loves your sarcasm. loves your silly remarks about his out dated humor.

you adjust your breathing tubes, pressing your lips to his.

he can almost feel your breath going scarce.

“i love you.” you tell him.

he knows.

he knows that you love him.

and thats what makes it so hard.

he’s never been loved before.

“do you?” he nods.

“more than i love anything.” he says, absently finding his palm to your swelling belly.

“if something happens to me,” you press your forehead to his, and he knows what you’re going to say. “take care of him.” you press your palm to your belly, right over his. right over his searingly hot palm.

“i will.” he pulls his wife closer into his broader chest, till you’re sinking into his bones, like he wants you to become one with him.

God knows he loves you. So, so, so ardently. God knows what he’d become if He took you away from him.

—

that morning, toji doesn’t wake up to the dawning sun pooling into his eyes.

he wakes up to the muffled sound of choked moans and whimpers, struggled breaths adamantly making their way past into the air.

that’s enough to jolt the man wide awake.

he wakes to you sinking within your bones.

“Y/N,” he yells, horror brooking home into his skin.

he doesn’t waste time to ask what had happened — what is happening. in an immediate motion with wide eyes he gets out of the bed, immediately puts the mask of nebulizer over your face and picks you up.

you hold his hand, fear wide in your eyes, breath scarce and only rare.

“i-it’s megumi,” you tell, pressing over your belly.

he stays silent, breaths and wide eyes of his fear only evident on his face as he runs to his car.

he runs like his life depends on it.

—

the doctor holds his baby in her arms. cradling the little thing in her arms as the nurse gives the news to toji.

that your body fought for you the best it could.

that, you didn’t make it.

and, once so strong, toji fushiguro, grew weak on his knees.

the doctors told him they did the best they could to save you, they always do. his tears, laden with grief and salt, fall against his cheek.

when he’s handed the life you gave yours to bring into this cruel, cruel world, he stares. wipes his tears. stares more.

that’s all he can do.

“megumi,” he whispers.

and when the child’s crying into his chest, when your family and friends are wailing and mourning and your mother offers to take care of the infant till he’s back home, he stares.

because when the funeral is over, the funny thought of you saying you’d look so ‘chić wrapped in a white cloth.’ sings into his head like a memory reserved into his mind.

and with a chuckle, a tear, a quiet whimper and a choked sob, he’s kneeling.

“i’m sorry… that i can’t be wherever you are.” he breathes, feels the air condense his sigh as the dark sky melts. he’s walking back home.

the home that doesn’t feel like one anymore.

the home that smells so much like you.

✩ PART 2 of toji angst series.

✩ parts 1, 3, 4 and 5 here!

[oyasumi-dove]

Honestly, I’m sick of these female writers being oblivious. It’s getting to a point where it is annoying.

This is mostly about writers in general though, the ones who don’t tag their works. Any writers who don’t tag their works are irritating and lazy. It is really not that hard to tag your posts.

See that? Do you see how easy it is to type a few words? It’s really not that hard. Yet some of y’all can’t be bothered to do something as simple as that!

Tag your work.

[lolitakirstein]

Hey Neighbor Pt. 4

part 4

word count: 1k+

[Previous]

C/W: Some suggestive language.

Sleep seemed to invade you as you tossed and turned in bed. Your mind kept mulling over the whole evening: from Megumi mentioning hiding in the very house you were living in -hiding from so-called bad guys no less- and the excessive money Toji had handed you. Not that you thought him to be broke. His house was nice and the sleek black car he drove definitely wasn't used. But to offer up that much for that short of time 'babysitting," didn't settle right with you.

You now have more questions as you sit at the kitchen table the next morning, coffee in one hand, the stack of money in the other, fingering the crisp bills. You can't accept this much. Finding courage, you throw on a pair of shoes and make your way to Toji front door.

Immediately after knocking you regret coming, but before you can run away the door opens, revealing toji, wearing low-hanging grey sweatpants and no shirt. You swallow the drool that threatens to fall from your lips as your eyes roam over the hard planes of his body. The cut abs, the thick strip of hair starting below his navel - and if it was any indication by the generous outline in his pants- led to a place you would greedily like to explore.

"Enjoying the view, y/n?" Toji purrs sleep still heavy in his voice. You've clearly been caught.

You shake the naughty thoughts out of your mind, the dampness that now makes a presence between your legs. "I need to talk."

Before he can respond a car pulls up to the curb behind you. You turn at the engine approaching and see a black sedan with blacked-out windows. No indication of who was in it.

"Get inside," Toji murmurs, grabbing your arm and tugging you through the door. He continues to stand in the doorway, staring down at whoever might be in the vehicle. Your heart hammers in your chest.

The car revs the engine once as though it's taunting Toji to come forward. He remains standing in place, not backing down. The car gives a final revv before pulling back out onto the street. Finally, Toji closes the door, throwing the lock and turning back to you.

"Who was that?" you ask, breathless.

"Oh, probably an angry ex." He shrugs, his voice once again cocky as if he wasn't just staring murderously at a suspicious vehicle.

You watch him incredulously as he passes by and walks into the living room. "For real, who was that?"

"Who knows," he responds easily. "So what did you want to talk about." You follow and find him throwing a T-shirt on. Well, at least that distraction is gone. But you're thrown off by the quick change in conversation. If he's not worried, you guess you shouldn't be either.

"This," you take the stack of money out of your pocket, "I can't accept this much money."

He sighs, sitting on the couch and throwing his head back, "You're still fussing about that?"

"No? I mean, yeah. It's too much and I feel guilty---"

"What? You think I'm some broke single father or something?" he cuts you off.

Heat rushes up your face. "No, of course not."

"You sure, because it's kind of insulting that you're trying to give back the money I gave you. Most people would say thanks and be grateful."

"NO! It's not that at all, Toji," you stammer. This was a mistake.

"I want you to have it," he says. "You're grandmother would want you to take it."

"What do you know about what my grandmother would want?" you snap. How dare he bring your dead grandmother into this.

He laughs, shaking his head. "Oh, if you only knew."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Darling, your grandmother loved you dearly. But, there's a lot you don't know about her." he drawls, standing up from the couch and slowly approaching you.

"Fuck you!" you spit at him, trying not to yell in case Megumi is awake. You whip around and head for the door. Before you open the door, you turn back to face him.

"Why did Megumi have to hide at my grandmother's house?" you ask.

A muscle twitches in his jaw, clearly thrown off by the question.

"Yeah, he told me. Said you dropped him off there to hide while you went to work---"

"Kids got a big imagination. He stayed there a few days while I went on a business trip." he quickly throws back.

"He said he was hiding from bad guys."

"He's a young kid who watches too many action movies," he sighs, walking towards you again.

"And what kind of person has money IN STACKS" you wave the money in his face.

"I keep things neat," he's so close to you that you feel the heat coming off his body. You can't look him in the face. One because his tall frame would have you craning your neck. Two because you felt like you were in the presence of a predator and the only way to avoid being attacked was to avoid eye contact.

You turn quickly, opening the door. But before it can open even an inch, Toji reaches forward, closing it quickly. You're left facing the wood door, his looming presence behind you.

"Look at me," he says, putting a hand on your shoulder and turning you to face him. You will your eyes to look up at him. Instead of the animalistic fury you expect, you find his eyes soft, almost pleading with you to hear him out.

"I wasn't meaning anything bad, you know." His hand traces down your arms briefly.

"Then what did you mean?" you ask.

He sighed, knotting his brows. "It's not my place to tell you."

"Tell me what?" you're practically begging for any small bit of information he might have.

"Look, for what it's worth. Your grandmother loved you dearly that's all that should matter." he shrugs.

"Are you crazy or something? You're acting like you knew my grandmother more than me. You barely knew each other," you poke your finger to his chest before turning to the door and flinging it open.

You storm off the front porch not daring to look back even though you can feel rather than see Toji leaving against the door frame.

"Whatever you say, il mio agnellino"

You stop, frozen in place by his words. No, he did not just say that. Shaking your head and without giving him the satisfaction of turning around to take the bait, you march back to your house. Once inside, you lock the door, lean back against it, and slide to the floor, overcome with exhaustion, grief, and…fear. What you were scared of you couldn't really tell. All you can hear is Toji purring those three words. Words that were sacred to you. Words that he was somehow had been privy to. Il mio Angellino. You haven't heard those words since before your grandmother's death. Since the last time you saw her. Her nickname for you.

My tiny lamb

A/n sorry this was so long I don't even know if people are reading this or liking it but it's been fun writing.

[blackdragon-selfships]

Incorrect Quotes: Welcome to Demon School Edition

<- Reads right to left

Don’t ask me how they got Kalego to play with them…no one knows.

-

Background credit: Welcome to Demon School Iruma-Kun! anime

Dialogue from this post by @luxthestrange

More info on s/i below

Not how I was planning to introduce Meg for this self-insert storyline, but here we are.

This is Meg in Welcome to Demon School Iruma-Kun

Being an anime, Meg has a Japanese name (which she gave herself because of backstory reasons) and goes by Surufaia Megumi

She is a teacher of Babylus in the Zoology and Botany department like Balam Shichiro and Stolas Suzy, and like both Balam and Kalego is Khet Rank (8) among the staff. She is also one of the few that knows Iruma is human, but like the others who won’t tell, has her own reasons for keeping his secret…

It’s eventually revealed that Megumi (Surufaia-Sensei to students) also went to school with Balam and Kalego (and Opera, whom all three end up working for in their school years) and was befriended by the former during their own flight lesson through the valley. Kalego came to tolerate her presence because of how quiet she was compared to others, but they are, in truth, all what Iruma would call ‘friends’.

The rest will be revealed in her official character sheet.

[anemoflower]

It's Maeve in the official artstyle!

Inspired by this post by @/jils-things hope that's ok!

[clandestineloving]

would you mind if i sat next to you and watched you smile?

(COMMENTS AND REBLOGS SUPER APPRECIATED!!!!!)

[outcasting101]

Jojo Bizarre Adventure x Jujutsu Kaisen

"Gem Among Curses"

You face scramble trying to find all angle to escape. You captor creepily smile only vanish at the sight, their hand that trap you down grown scaled the transform into gem of shark.

They shriek in pain, retracting their arm. before dropping down of the floor. Like a wave, their body flooded with crystal, only their face show picturing now a hollow face lit up the last despair they ever took.

You brian unable to process, run to the only place you can find, leaving now the lifeless statue, with life reflected emitting the classroom radiating many of it a different shade of color.

From a ahrd surface to a shofter one, a spatter of green with a further you go the longer it become hitting your knee. Laying by the meadow, refresh from the heated moment. You eye pouring in filled with decision and disgust holding out - flipping you eye, inespecting, waiting, for whatever sightin gof that discovery. You ming reimagining the scene over and over again.

You felt a heavy presence behind you from the tree you sade behind you, another presence. You didnt knwo how you would've known, you know it humanoid, leancing mimiking the same position as you; an animals in waiting. You can lo longer seem to care, as you walk home with their menacing behind you, away from the scene fo the crime as cops insepecting investigation wahtever misplacignment and parent yell at retribution. Your eye focus on the two figure - held back at the police, feeeling unwavering nervousness before walking away with the same pattern, tame heart, walking away.

-----------

You smile at the surface of your freind investigation at the weird artifact. Your aprent transfer you to another school eversicne that insicde,t well majority of the student does. THe school no longer can find an explanation of a similar statue appering nowehre with the smae mising student.

Your fiend Yuji help you alot esepcially finding you drench in sweat, haveng no freeking clue with your clueless mind. You smiles finding at the choast as least some fragmenet of a normal life that is ebfore you were thrown in a life full of curses and mnay- way to many handsome figure in a world you soo find yourself in a jujutsu school

[oceansinthedesert]

"We're safe, see?"

I'm writing this both to cope with reading the Megumi vessel arc and some personal loss going on in my real life right now. It's purely self indulgent and my target audience is me alone so please don't come at me for any of the characters being OOC lol. Also it's a self insert because I'm long past caring about it being cringe or whatever. This idea has been rotating in my mind like a gas station hot dog, I just have to get it out by posting it. Note: Satoru and Megumi call me by my first name, Nobara calls me by my self insert's last name+the honorific 'chan', and Yuji calls me my self insert's last name+sensei. I made sure to do proper research on this so that I'm not doing weeb shit and screwing up the language.

Word Count: ~ 3.2k

Summary: I have a nightmare about the first-years dying, so Gojo brings them over to our house to reassure me they're safe. After Itadori and Kugisaki leave, Megumi stays behind to tell Gojo and I that he appreciates us raising him after his dad 'disappears'.

Every history book on the Heian era I'd ever read failed to convey how terrifying Sukuna's true form was. No words could describe the overwhelming power radiating off him, the helplessness that froze my limbs and dammed the flow of my cursed energy. My feet dangled in the air as I tried to wriggle out of his grasp. Sukuna's bottom pair of arms held me captive against his chest, but what distressed me most was his free hands and what they were pointing at.

Megumi. Yuji. Nobara. My beloved first year students stood before us in fighting stances. I didn't understand how Yuji could be here with Sukuna physically manifested; figuring that out was the least of my worries right now. My voice tremored as I ordered, "Run, you three! I'll do my best to stay alive until you bring Gojo-sensei back to help me!"

"Like hell we'd leave you!" Yuji yelled. I could tell he was forcing a brave act— the usual courageous gleam in his eyes was gone.

"Even Sukuna would have to let you go with three sorcerers going at him at once," Nobara declared.

Only Megumi remained silent. Having known me the longest, he knew I would rather die than have them get hurt for my sake. And yet his hands were set to summon his Divine Dog. I decided to use a soft tone instead of my teacher voice in hopes of getting through their thick skulls. "Please, kids, you'll get slaughtered." Although it wasn't the first time I'd told them they'd lose a fight, I'd never said it so harshly before.

Sukuna found my begging entertaining. "You really love them, don't you? Do you tell them that to their faces?"

Something was off about the way he phrased that. He talked as if they weren't actually there; it made me question the situation. Is he messing with my senses? Does he have the ability to make me hallucinate? I wondered. Even if it was just a figment of my imagination, I had to treat it like they really were here so that they wouldn't get hurt.

"I do love them. That's why I want them to get far away from you."

Yuji, ever the impatient one, charged first. He only took two steps before Sukuna flicked one of his hands, saying, "Cleave."

I screamed as the boy's uniform bloomed red with blood. Megumi and Nobara didn't even have time to call out his name; jagged cuts slashed their stomachs wide open. My wails of agony were cut off by a spew of stomach acid erupting from my mouth. It's been years since the last time gore made me throw up! What is wrong with me? Get a hold of yourself! I turned away from the horrible sight with my hands poised, aiming to claw out Sukuna's eyes.

He caught my hands easily. No matter how hard I tried to break free, his black nails stayed buried in my wrists. Writhing in his hold only served to wear me out. My vision was starting to blur; I couldn't stop screaming no matter how much my vocal cords begged me to.

Sukuna opened his mouth, probably to mock me for being weak, but the voice that came out perplexed me enough to shut up. Satoru's voice came from his lips, saying, "Lauren. Lauren! Wake up!"

Suddenly I was no longer standing in the ruins of a temple, watching my students' blood seeping into the wooden floorboards. I was in my bed, and the arms enclosing me didn't belong to the King of Curses— it was Satoru holding me.

"Thank God you're awake! You were screaming bloody murder and scratching at my Infinity," Satoru whispered. He started pushing my sweaty hair out of my face, touching me delicately like he was afraid I'd start freaking out again. "What were you dreaming?"

Guilt formed a lump in my throat; I would've hurt him if it wasn't for his cursed technique. Logically I knew he kept his Limitless going automatically — and that it was capable of letting him touch me without me touching him — but my brain was too frazzled for rational thoughts right now. I bowed my head and said, "I'm so sorry, Toru! If your defense hadn't stopped me, I would've hurt you!"

"But it did hold up, so don't feel bad. Please tell me what happened, sweetheart."

I heaved a sigh. Satoru never let things go, so I relented. "I had a nightmare that Sukuna got to our kids. Like, Heian form Sukuna with the four arms and double face." The sight of their massacered bodies flashed through my mind, sending a shudder through my exhaused body.

His face scrunched up in a mix of concern and anger. He cursed Sukuna under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear. Then, with the softness he reserved just for me, he responded, "As long as I'm around, nothing will harm our students. I swear on my life to keep them safe."

"I wish we lived in a world where you don't have to say stuff like that..."

"Hopefully someday we'll make that wish-"

"Sorry to interrupt, but I'm really hot. Can we sit up?" Part of me wanted to lay in his protection forever, but the bigger part of me was unbearably clammy.

He reluctantly let me go so we could sit up and get out of the covers. He laced our fingers together, ignoring how gross my skin probably felt. He continued, "Hopefully our efforts to make a new world will bear fruit soon. We'll eradicate all curses, end global warming, and retire at fifty."

"That last goal makes you sound like Nanamin." His optimistic declaration brought a small smile to my face.

"He's a good man to sound like. Big world-changing plans aside, what can I do to help you in this moment?"

Satoru's consideration made my heart swell. When we first started dating, he was emotionally immature. As our relationship progressed, he learned how to handle both his and others' feelings — Megumi's presence in his life also contributed to his growth. Moments like this, when I needed comforting, proved just how far he's come. "I want to shower and put on clean PJs. Can you change the sheets while I do that?"

"Yes ma'am," he said with a salute.

We both got moving to start our respective tasks. I picked a pair of striped PJ pants and one of Satoru's old shirts to change into. Clothes in hand, I entered the master bathroom. I stripped quickly, already feeling relieved by the air hitting my bare skin. The sound of running water eased the anxiety pounding against my skull; the cold temperature cooled down my overheated frame.

I listened to the sound of Satoru rustling about in the background while I washed my hair. He must've finished making the bed pretty fast, because the room was quiet again by the time I was finished scrubbing my body. Eager to go back to sleep, I finished the rest of my shower process quickly.

I expected Satoru to be sitting on the bed waiting for me, but the bedroom was empty. I said, "Satoru?" But I received no answer, which meant he wasn't in the closet. Assuming he must've gone to the kitchen or something, I repeated myself a little louder. Still no answer.

The light in the hallway connecting our bedroom to the livingroom was on, telling me he'd definitely come this way. I expected him to be sitting on the livingroom couch or rummaging through the pantry for a snack.

Instead I was met with a Post-It note stuck to the front door that read: Don't panic, I just went to the dorms to get the kids. We'll be over in a jiffy. Love you, -xoxo, Toru.

I'm going to smack him when he gets back. I fussed at him constantly for not letting the first years get enough rest, and there he went waking them up in the middle of the night just because my defective brain convinced me they'd been attacked. Since our house was on campus, just a few yards from the student dorms, I figured they'd be here any minute.

I was right. Megumi was first to stumble in through the front door. His disheveled bedhead made his hair wilder than usual, and he was wearing mismatched slippers. Nobara came in next; it was incredibly obvious she was pissed to be dragged out of bed. Her expression got mildly less sour when she made eye contact with me, but she still looked like she was about to fall asleep on her feet. Last but not least, Yuji filed in with Satoru on his heels.

My motherly side (a part of me that I tried to ignore, because that's unprofessional) was relieved they were here. I reminded myself that it was selfish to disrupt their sleep for my personal need to see them. I said, "Satoru, what were you thinking? I get onto you all the time for not letting them get enough rest! They may be powerful sorcerers, but they're still growing children! Growing children need eight hours of sleep."

I could tell my nagging went in one ear and out the other, because he just grinned at me and replied, "I believe what you're supposed to say is, 'Oh Toru, thank you so much! You're the best boyfriend ever, Toru!'"

"Well, as much as I hate to be selfish, I am glad to see you guys. Did he tell you about the dream?" I addressed the kids, ignoring Satoru's dramatics.

"Nah, he just yoinked me from my bed and told me you needed all of us," Yuji answered, sitting down in his favorite chair.

"He made it sound like you were dying," Nobara grumbled. She too got comfortable, sinking down into her preferred spot on the couch.

Megumi sat to the left of me, leaving Satoru to take the spot at my right. The former was staring at me with an intensely worried expression.

"Whatever you're thinking, Gumi Bear, out with it." I returned his gaze with equal intensity.

"Did you have a nightmare...about us dying?"

Such a perceptive boy. "Yeah. It sucked."

Nobara perked up a little, curiosity giving her a slight energy boost. Leaning towards you, she asked, "What killed us?"

I tried my hardest not to look at Yuji. I couldn't answer that question in front of him; it would make him feel guilty. "Does it matter? It didn't happen. You're sitting here in one piece, that's the important thing."

"Come on, Prior-sensei, we want to know!" Yuji chimed in.

Him and Nobara were looking at me with puppy-dog eyes. Damn them for being so hard to deny. Through gritted teeth, I confessed, "Heian form Sukuna.

Yuji's face immediately fell; he looked like I just punched him in the gut. To make matters worse, Sukuna's mouth appeared on his cheek. The smug bastard that I hated so much said, "How flattering that you dream about me! Wouldn't it be wonderful if I took control of this brat's body and had some fun with you?"

Bile rose in my throat at the mere thought of it. Satoru's hand landed on my thigh, squeezing it possessively. Just when I thought the tense silence would suffocate us all, Sukuna laughed. "Your emotions are so easy to play with. Both you and this loser I'm forced to share a body with."

Yuji slapped his cheek. "Piss off, parasite."

The mouth faded away, returning his skin to normal, although he was blushing fiercely. Seeing him so uncomfortable tugged at my heartstrings, so I got up to pat his back. "Don't be embarrassed, Yuji. It's not your fault he says stuff like that."

"But it is though! I should be able to stifle him by now."

"Has he fully switched with you since he fixed your heart? Has he killed anyone since then?"

"Well, no, but-"

"I'm not finished yet. Don't interrupt me when I'm lecturing you. You have control over him in the ways that it truly matters, so don't beat yourself up for not preventing him yapping. Do you understand me?"

His expression lost its harshness, so I think my assurance helped him calm down. He was able to look at me properly when he replied, "Crystal clear, Sensei."

"Good. Thank you." I ruffled his hair. Then I turned to Nobara, seeking her consent to give her a hug. "Since you got dragged here to comfort me, can I hug you? I understand if that's a boundary you don't want me to cross. Please don't feel pressured to say yes."

"Of course you can hug me, Prior-chan."

I leaned down to meet her so that she didn't have to get up from her comfy position. Holding onto her helped ground me in reality, reassured me that she really was okay. Honestly, I was so relieved a few tears slipped out.

After a few minutes, I pulled away. I wanted to hold Megumi too, but I knew he preferred not to be touched. Which is why I was schocked when he said, "Lauren, I'd like one as well."

As happy as that made me to hear, I hesitated. "You don't like physical touch, Megumi. You don't have to make yourself uncomfortable for my sake."

"It's tolerable sometimes, especially from someone who raised me." He said that last part quietly, intending his friends not to hear it.

Fully crying now, I embraced him. I felt like I didn't have the right to say this to him, but after ten years of helping Satoru take care of him (and Tsumiki), I considered him my son. I was starting to feel maternal love for the other first-years as well. Although it was slightly strange to ask, I said, "Nobara, Yuji. Can we have a group huddle? I think I'd be more at ease to have all of my kids in my bubble."

They obliged without complaint. I managed to encircle all three of them, paying no mind to the strain it put on my joints. Satoru joined in; his arms were long enough to wrap around all of us once we squished together a little bit. My heart was so full of love, I wondered if it would burst. How could three baby sorcerers I shared no blood with come to mean so much to me so quickly?

His voice was a tad muffled since his face was smushed into Megumi's shoulder, but Yuji said, "We're safe, see?"

A scene from the dream flashed in my mind; I focused on the textures of their clothes and the sound of their breathing to dispel it. My ear was closest to Nobara's heart, its steady rhythm further anchoring me to reality. I murmured, "Yes, thank heavens you're all here with me. Thank you for caring enough about me to support me."

"It's nothing compared to all you do for us," Megumi said.

A comfortable silence settled on us after that. I could've spent eternity in the tranquility of that moment, but I knew we all needed to return to bed. I extracted myself with a sigh, "Okay, kids, back to your dorms you go. Training's gonna suck tomorrow if you don't get a few extra hours of snoozing."

"Aw come on, can't we take the day off tomorrow?" Nobara said.

"Don't look at me, I'm just an auxilary teacher. That decision is up to your main professor Gojo."

"You're a semi-grade two, not the auxilary staff," Megumi deadpanned. He didn't like it when I sold myself short.

"Tomato, tomato." I waved my hand dismissively. "I love you all, but shoo. Rest your sweet little heads so you can face whatever devious nonsense my crazy man has planned for you tomorrow."

"All the best sorcerers are crazy," Satoru quipped. He was reluctant to let them go, but the look in my eye told him there'd be no arguing. "She's right though, younglings. Off you go!"

Yuji and Nobara squeezed me one last time before they left, wishing us a goodnight. Megumi didn't follow after them, though. Once he was sure they were out of earshot, he said, "When I said 'all you do for us,' I left out the words I didn't want to say in front of Itadori and Kugisaki. 'Especially for me' is what I held back. You've taken care of me my whole life. I remember you as my mom more than my birth mother at this point, honestly."

He looked like saying it pained him, like being vulnerable was a huge struggle for him. All throughout his childhood, he'd been a boy of few words. Knowing he felt secure enough now to share those feelings with me was a huge affirmation that I'd at least had a little positive influence on his character. I ruffled his hair with a warm smile. "I'm glad you said that, 'cause I've thought about you as my son for a while now. I've never told you 'cause I didn't wanna overstep my bounds and say something presumptuous."

"You should start calling us Mom and Dad," Satoru suggested. His playful tone hid his sincere desire for Megumi to admit he also saw him as a parental figure.

"I think the world would stop spinning if I admitted my gratitude to you out loud," Megumi said, rolling his eyes. To avoid seeing his reaction, he stared at the wall and continued, "But I am thankful for your contribution to my upbringing as well. I guess you're kind of alright, Satoru."

To anyone else it wouldn't seem like much; it was a huge step in the right direction for Satoru. He pinched the boy's cheeks, squealing, "Megumiiiii! That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, even if it was emotionally constipated!"

"Don't let it go to your head!" Although he shook his face free of Satoru and shoved him away, Megumi wore a small grin. Despite how he acted, he really did appreciate everything the man had done for him.

I watched their interaction fondly. Satoru, imperfect though he may be, truly loved with his whole being. Seeing his sweet side made me want to marry him. I thought about his only half-joking remark: Megumi is too reserved for that, but I wouldn't mind having a little one of our own to call us 'Mom and Dad'. What is it about men with good paternal instincts that make them so attractive?! Evolutionary response, probably. As cute as their bickering was, I cut in: "It's past 1:30, my love. Stop teasing our boy and let him go back to bed."

"You heard your mom, back to bed you go!"

"You're the one blocking the door, idiot!"

"Oh, it seems I am!" Satoru fake gasped. He stepped aside with an exaggerated flair. "Goodnight, Megumi. And tell the others your generous sensei Gojo is giving you all the first half of tomorrow off."

"Okay. Goodnight to you both."

He slipped out into the dark, letting in the chilly night air. I watched him walk back toward the students' residence, noting with relief that his body language was more relaxed than when he'd first got here. I headed back to our room once he was out of sight. I snuggled contentedly into the fresh sheets.

Satoru was quick to join me, assuming the big spooniposition. The last thing my mind registered as I drifted into (a thankfully peaceful) sleep was him whispering "I love you" in my ear.

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Omg Rika (from Pokemon) got first place in the “top 100 characters women ship themselves with” again this (last?) year

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Bg credits to Mappa 👍 I edited slightly to fit the canvas

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Changing Directions

So while I originally created this blog to have Megumi interact with primarily the Osomatsu-san cast, I'm realizing that it might be fun to have her interact with other fandoms. I still love Megumi and definitely want to keep her around.

If anyone wants to continue RPing Oso-san content that's great! If you're a blog from another fandom hit me up too! I feel like ropeplaying again!

I'm also probably going to make a blog for my Rise of the TMNT OC. I've been obsessed with the show lately and am currently writing a long fan fiction. Depending on my energy level I might eventually make them for my Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss and My Hero Academia/BNHA OCs as well.

And of course, for all you One Piece fans out there I still have @ghost-and-pup who needs serious love!

What do you folks think?

~Mod Michan 💜