#megumi would be a secret theater kid

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II, I

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. opening night emotions with megumi

wordcount. 1k

pairing(s). megumi x fem!reader

tag(s). drama and theater, tension, admiration, somewhat angsty, reader plays a wife

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“Brutus, my lord!” You call, stumbling into view.

Megumi, who’s attention snaps to you, looks confused, furrowed brows with his lips barely apart. “Portia! Why are you awake?” The countenance he holds is no longer confusion but mounds of worry. He ushers toward you and his hands find your shoulders to lead you away but your legs do not move to comply.

“You shouldn’t be up! At least, not so early, especially in your condition.” He reasons.

“Neither should you! Last night you awoke and paced around our room like a mad-man. Yet, when I ask what is the matter you look at me with disdain.” You exclaim. “Even so, I continued to question you but you impatiently stamped your foot and refused to answer me clearly! You’d even requested I leave you and though I may have respected your wishes, my heart aches with unease. Confide in me, Brutus! What troubles you?”

Each of your lines are delivered in heaps of breath, desperation enveloping the tone. The garments you wore flow and drift dramatically to match and the laced frills at the end of your wafer-thin gown wisp over the strained wood floors of the theater stage. Your thoughts, however, are set and steady. You know and could never forget, even in a moment as dire as this, the next set of words you’ve studied.

His hands fall from your shoulders and are tucked into his crossed arms, “I’m not well in health. That is all.”

“The Brutus I know is wise. If he were sick he would go by the means necessary to overcome the virus.” It feels strange having to adjust how you address Megumi on stage. Where the spotlight shines on you, he’s Lord Brutus, a husband with questionable morals.

“Why so I do. Go to bed, my dear.” On stage, his deep black hair is no longer spiked but carefully raked into place. As he moves, strands become loose and slump over his forehead. You now notice, with the glaring white lights pointed to yourself, Megumi, and the other props accompanying you on center stage, how well-pampered his hair is. Perhaps the makeup artists backstage made a few spontaneous decisions opening night. It fits him. Not that many things didn’t.

“No, my Brutus.You have some sickness within your mind. Which, by the right of my place within your life I ought to know of; and upon my knees I charm you by my once commended beauty,” You take his hand and kneel before him, “Of all your vows of love, a great vow which did wed us–that you open up to me, your self, your half. Why are you heavy?” 

His face shifts once more, now to one of sympathy. There is no pity written across his features nor is there anger in his eyes. Instead, he feels guilty for letting you fall to the floor for the sake of some conspiracy, “Please, do not kneel, dear Portia.” His hands come to cup your face.

“I would not need to if you were kind, Brutus. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, should I know no secrets that appertain to you? Am I some pet you keep with you at meals, comfort in your bed, and talk to you sometimes? If I am no more to you, I’m your harlot, not wife.” Tears pool at your waterline and spill over down your cheek. Megumi’s thumb swipes the tears away away as quickly as they fall. He kneels to meet your eyes but doesn’t dare to remove his hands from your cheeks.

“You are my true and honorable wife, as dear to me as are the ruby liquids that visit my sad heart.” 

“If this were true, then should I know this secret!” Your own hands now find his face and you passionately hold his jaw, “Tell me your worries, I will not disclose them. I have made strong proof of my reliability, giving myself a voluntary wound here, in the thigh. How can I bear that with patience, and not my husband's secrets?” The only noises that come while you both speak are the echoes of your own voices. Despite many people gathered in the abyss of the audience, not one person dared even to breath loudly during your time with Megumi.

“O ye gods, let me be worthy of this noble wife!” A knock sounds and Megumi’s breath hitches, “Someone knocks. Portia, leave for a moment. The secrets of my heart. All my worries I will admit to thee, all the cause of my sad brows. Leave me with haste.” 

You give a final look into the depth of his iris before gathering yourself and scattering behind the curtain, out of view from the eyes of spectators. The crew awaiting you quietly compliment you, “I’ll never get tired of watching you and Megumi act together. The both of you are outstanding!” 

“Right? They’re amazing. You guys make the relationship between your characters look real. I swear I saw some people in their seats wiping their eyes.” 

“Thanks. It means alot.” You turn to watch Megumi finish out the scene. He’s now accompanied by a few other actors and they talk and interact as practiced. Even with so much else going on, quick changes, costume and makeup retouches, and actors going over everything they’ve studied a final time behind stage, it doesn’t bring your attention off of your fictional husband and how well he sells his character. He’s made it his own, stamped the character in everyone’s minds that it’d feel sinful to have another man play conspirator Brutus. 

Maybe it was your ego growing two sizes too big but you were skeptical all the emotion he put out during your time together had been a mere fallacy. His eyes held boundless emotion and when he held your face while you held his, those cobalt colored iris’ held a spark of sincerity you’d never seen.

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a/n: i absolutely love portia and brutus’ dramatic relationship in julius caesar. I reread it a shit ton

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[violetnotez]

Random HC I have of the JJK characters

Yuuji

Pours the cereal in AFTER the milk

Kinda has a wierd love hate relationship with Titanic (poor baby was devastated when Jack died)

Dude likes sleeping butt ass naked

LIKE NAKEDDDD

If there’s a fire in the middle of the night he is screwed affff

Had the biggest crush on Hinata from Naruto as a kid

Alssooooo Starfire from Teen Titans

dyed his hair pink as a joke thinking it would wash out

IT DIDNT WASH OUT

Likes pineapple on pizza

Megumi

Chugs Yakult at odd ass hours of the morning

Violently kicks in his sleep and doesn’t even know it

Has a pretty singing voice but will never ever EVER let anyone hear it

Has a secret obsession for Tokyo Ghoul

Has a death fear of clowns

Finds Yuuji fucking disgusting for liking pineapple on pizza

Gojo

Has 2 drawers full of the same pairs of glasses

Type of guy to not show up to work and be found in a random ass movie theater chilling as if it’s normal

Would eat shredded cheese out of the bag at 2am

Can never find a bed his size so he has to take out the frame at the end if it has one and place like a love seat in form of his bed so he has just enough leg room

Once tried to learn piano to pick up girls and got bored in the first week

Has a wierd thing when he eats food he doesn’t like to continue to eat the food as he complains on how shitty it is

Got into Hamilton and was sooooo into it

Follows a CRAP ton of cosplay girls on Insta

Has so many anime waifus Istg 💀😂

Inumaki 

Can actually tolerate the taste of orange juice after brushing his teeth

When he stubs his toe, he doesn’t yell, but just stomps around angrily

Has never said the word “shit”

And I think we all know why 👀💀

Nobara 

Wore braces as a kid and is permanently angry from that life experience

Loathes the idea of wearing a frilly gown

A beautiful bi

Looooooooves cheezits

Dream vacay is going to London one day

Hates Disney movies

Thinks Harry Potter is dumb but secretly is obsessed with it

Also finds Yūji fucking disgusting for liking pineapple on pizza

Maki 

Gets compared to Hanje from AOT ALOT

Didn’t know who tf that was until she watched the show

Now she’s a whole AOT fan and loves Hanje with all her heart

Secretly likes Star Wars

Lowkey a tomboy too

Was the kid who could beat up someone twice her size and not even bat an eye

Somehow owns only one pair of glasses and just takes superrr good care of them

Miwa

Is a total Disney nerd

also has a wierd ass obsession for My Little Pony she never grew out of

definitelllyyyyy owns a crap ton of plushies she really isnt proud of

whenever someone compliments her hair she turns into a red blushing mess and mumbles for like a straight hour

Sukuna

Gives himself fangs once and a while for the ✨aesthetic✨

Once when Yuuji ate a hamburger he wouldn’t shut up about it

This bitch loooooooves hamburgers

Medium Rare tho cause he’s boujee

Hates allllll of Yuuji’s music

But loves all the emo punk bands

OHOHOOH Corpse Husband is such a vibe for him

Could listen to Corpse Husband for the rest of his sad sadistic curse life

Will scream in Yuuji’s head at like 3am just to fuck with him

Secretly obsessed with ASMR, cause once Yuuji watched a video as a joke and he got ✨tingles✨

Sukuna was like WTF WAS THAT.

DO IT AGAIN.

so now he gets super excited whenever Yuuji watches an ASMR video 💀

Like Gojo, makes Yuuji follow a shit ton of cosplay girls on Instagram

Freaking weirdo