#not my best work tbh

[luv4fushi]

omfg i litr read everything uve written off ur masterlist I NEED MOREEEE. i love the way u write megumi especially, i couldn’t get enough of it. i hope you write more of him, my heart aches for more tbh 🥹 tysm for being such a good writer and feeding us starved readers well

tysm! i'm sooo glad i can be a good source of megumi content for you >_< i looove writing megumi so you'll be seeing sooo much more of him, dw! happy holidays!

this december

jjk fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

it’s always colder on your own, especially around this time of year. you should be at home, bundled up with a warm cup of hot chocolate, but here you are in shinjuku, exorcizing curses with your ex boyfriend two weeks after your breakup with him. great.

content: post break up, aged up megumi (19/20), megumi is terrible at feelings, getting back together, fluff if you squint, a bit of angst, miscommunication, one bed (but it isn’t the main plot point sorry), megumi calls you baby like once, gojo is the best wingman, SHIBUYA ARC NEVER HAPPENED AND LIFE IS GOOD, not proofread im very sorry guys pls forgive me, kinda a word dump sry

word count: 5.8k (sigh this was supposed to be 2k words max)

click on my masterlist for more & merry christmas to those who celebrate!

it’s december 19th when satoru gojo tells you that he has a mission just for you. you’re less than ecstatic about it to say the least. the last thing you want to do is be sent to your death just shy of christmas day. you just want to rest your sore muscles and bask in the presence of your best friends. you’re not in the mood to kill any curses, mainly because you’ve just recovered from a previous mission.

“why me?” you groan.

gone are the days where you used to be a goody two shoes for satoru. you’re old enough to talk back now, not like when you had been a shy fifteen-year-old girl. besides, you’ve been around the silver-haired sorcerer long enough to know that he doesn’t mind the bite.

“sorry, kid,” satoru says with a shrug. at least he sounds genuine about it. “the higher ups requested for you specifically. they say you’ll get the job done in the cleanest way. we can’t have things getting messy before the holidays, right?”

“and you wouldn’t be the best choice?” you quip.

satoru only laughs. he ruffles your hair. even with your growth spurt and merciless training, he still towers over you. in a way, he’ll always be your mentor. “hey, i’m going out of town that weekend. give me a break.”

you huff petulantly. something about this mission seems fishy to you. you’re not nearly the strongest sorcerer out of the bunch of kids under satoru’s wings (not that you guys are kids anymore, but sometimes it’s hard to feel otherwise). hell, there’s the kyoto students. it feels like they never have to do anything. you wish that you were rebellious enough to chew utahime out for it.

“why couldn’t they just make yuta or megumi go?” you mutter under your breath. you stammer out megumi’s name and hope satoru doesn’t catch on to the way you can barely say it.

satoru knows about the breakup. why wouldn’t he? he’s basically megumi’s dad, even if the raven haired boy refuses to admit it. satoru’s six eyes mean you can’t hide anything from him (he’d been the first to know that megumi was head over heels for you).

satoru raises a brow. “oh, right. megumi’s coming along too.”

your face twists and you immediately whip around to glare at him. “you’re lying.”

“i wish,” he jokes. “i was really hoping i’d get a wedding invitation one day, you little rascal. i can’t believe you two broke up. maybe this’ll be a good thing!”

“i appreciate your honesty, but—”

“but megumi’s an emotionally constipated kid, yeah, that i know,” satoru laughs. he makes his way to the exit of his office which has you furrowing your brows. is your former teacher actually gonna just leave after making you come all the way here? how rude and so very in character of him.

“please, gojo,” you call out after him, “i don’t wanna go with him.”

“sucks for you,” satoru responds halfheartedly. “merry christmas. try not to take more than a week on this. you’ll have to pay the rest of the fee for accommodations if you do.”

“gojo!” you whine.

“it’s not a hard mission!” satoru insists like it’ll make your life any easier. “y’know, this time of year is when things get ugly. think of it as saving as many people as you can while putting in the least amount of effort!”

and then he teleports. your former teacher teleports away rather than being normal and walking out of the door. you roll your eyes and hope that he can sense it (you know he can’t).

so that’s why you’re here now. with your ex. on the elevator to your assigned room on the tenth floor. you’re so glad that it’s a normal hotel and not a love hotel. lord knows what you’d do if you had checked into a love hotel.

megumi hasn’t spoken a word to you since he broke up with you two weeks ago. it had been in the doorway to your apartment a few days after a particularly rough mission assigned to the both of you—the one you’re still recovering from. he’d pulled you in for a hug, whispering sweet words into your ear. he gave you a look, one of those looks that made him soften his usually sharp eyes.

“i think we should break up.”

and then came the pathetic whimper of yours. he had wiped your tears, even kissed them tenderly, before telling you that it wasn’t your fault—it was his. how cliche.

now as you stand next to him, you want to beat yourself up for not asking for closure. neither of you had explicitly stated that you two were going to be no-contact, but it hurts a lot less to push the idea of forever with megumi away to the back of your mind. besides, you two aren’t confrontational like that. not with each other, anyway.

“need help?” his tone is soft, tender—the tone he reserves specifically for you, the one that tells you he still cares.

you stare down at the luggage at your feet. you’ve always been a chronic overpacker, a habit that megumi knows of by now. he watches you curiously, hands itching at his sides. you can tell that he wants to reach out and grab your suitcase like he always does. he thinks he isn’t obvious, but you can always read through the lines, especially when it’s megumi.

“i’m okay,” you croak out, clearing your throat awkwardly.

the elevator dings and you make your way to your room. as much as you hate to admit it, you’re sort of glad that you and your ex boyfriend are sharing a room. perhaps his’ll be a good way to get closure, though you’re not really sure what closure entails.

what you don’t expect is to unlock the door and be met with a singular bed.

if satoru gojo didn’t have a layer of infinity coating his body (and if he wasn’t the strongest sorcerer alive), you would’ve wrung out his neck.

megumi simply walks into the room, setting his duffel bag down on one of the dressers opposite from the foot of the bed. he doesn’t comment on the lack of double beds, seemingly already aware of the set up.all he does is puff out a weary sigh. you suck in a breath and follow him inside, slipping your shoes off at the entrance.

you lug your suitcase in after you along with your duffel bag and backpack. you stumble forward and megumi’s arm snakes around your waist, steadying you.

“careful,” he mutters, nonchalantly taking your bag off our your shoulders.

it’s a quick series of movements; he swings your bag over his shoulders and places it on the dresser next to the one he’s claimed while guiding you softly to the side of the bed so that you’re not standing in the middle of the doorway.

you scrunch your face, feeling your heart thump against your ribcage. it’s stupid how he still has such a hold on you, even after two weeks of not seeing or talking to him. he’s just so caring, so gentle. it stings, like little the little cuts you get when fighting curses, when you realize that this is something you’ll have to learn how to lose.

“thanks,” you manage to mutter. you don’t trust yourself to say anything else. you know from the way your throat tightens that you’ll be crying soon if you force yourself to talk any more.

“i can take the couch,” megumi says.

it’s that easy with him; he’s a gentleman, so of course he’d take the couch. that’s the way megumi fushiguro is—he offers a solution before you even have the chance to complain. in your year and a half long relationship, that skill of his had been a saving grace.

“no, don’t bother,” you croak. “i’ll book another room.”

“really?” he asks. he stands up a little straighter, awkwardly reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “i mean, i don’t mind sharing a room with you… we’ve..”

we’ve shared a room countless of times before.

megumi doesn’t have to continue his sentence for you to understand what he’s implying. you part your lips to speak, but nothing comes out except for a long, heavy sigh. your shoulders drop as you let the exhaustion seep into your bones. there’s no use arguing about it, not when you don't’ mind sharing a room with megumi, either.

“we’ve broken up,” you remind him in a quiet voice, like you’re afraid saying it out loud will make it truer than it already is.

megumi pauses. you see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. “i know that, but … it’ll be fine. we’ve shared a room as friends before.”

he’s right, like he usually is. you two have shared a room before as just friends, but that had been as teenagers—back when you both harbored such hardcore crushes on each other that you two somehow didn’t notice.

“right,” you find yourself agreeing with a small nod.

“you should go get ready for bed.” megumi begins grabbing a few or the decorative pillow off of the bed. he places them gingerly on the brown couch tucked in the corner of the hotel room. “we’ll be getting up pretty early to deal with the brunt of the mission.”

to finish this mission as quickly as possible, you think.

and so you oblige and head to the bathroom. it’s december 19th, just a few days shy of christmas day, and you’re in bed with your ex boyfriend on the couch just a few feet away.

december 20th greets you with megumi hovering over you. he peers down at you with his messy bangs covering his eyes. they’re piercingly blue as he blinks. his lashes flutter perfectly, even in the early morning. your eyes meet his and you jolt awake.

“good morning,” he says. “your alarm has been ringing for a bit now, so i turned it off.”

you blink rapidly, getting the tiredness out of your eyes. “oh.”

he chuckles softly, just enough for you to catch it with your ears. he rises from his crouched position and heads to the front door. he spares you a glance over his shoulder before he heads out, presumably giving you the privacy you need. you let out a strangled breath before you swing your legs over the bed and head to the bathroom.

by the time you’re finished putting on your uniform, you swing the door to your hotel room open and see megumi leaned up against the wall, tapping away on his phone. his dark blue eyes flicker up to you and he turns away to head down the hall.

you furrow your brows. you can’t help but think that he’s being a little cold to you. it isn’t like you initiated the breakup. despite your frustration with his behavior, you can sort of understand why he wouldn’t want to be sweet around you; you two aren’t dating anymore and so it makes sense that he’d go back to being aloof in your presence, the usual way he acts around everyone else. losing that position in his life makes your stomach churn for reasons you’re less than willing to uncover.

your mission is a vague one; all you know is that it’s a clean-up mission. rather than a level 1 curse (or even a special grade), the mission consists of an acclimation of weak curses surrounding shinjuku. these missions are normally given to younger, more inexperienced sorcerers with the help of a senior sorcerer, but for an odd reason, it’s been given to you and megumi this year. megumi could’ve probably handled it himself. actually, you could’ve handled it yourself.

you bite your tongue to hold back on your complaints as you walk just a step behind megumi. he pauses regularly, waiting for you to catch up to his side. you roll your eyes in secret. does he not realize that you don’t want to walk next to him?

“it’s all just bars,” you mutter.

with that, you earn a tiny laugh from megumi. “well, yeah. this is the red-light district of shinjuku.”

you pale. “this sucks.”

“why do you think i wanted to come out here in the morning rather than at night?” he says, his tone strangely light.

“to deal with the brunt of the mission,” you repeat his words from last night sarcastically. you’re unsure as to what he’s talking about, so you think that it’s okay to give him a little bit of attitude.

he raises his brow but doesn’t comment on your sarcasm. instead, he says softly, “no, stupid. it’s because this is the red-light district. it’s unsafe for anyone, especially a pretty, young girl alone at night.”

your first thought is to coo and tease him. you think i’m pretty? it takes you half a second to remember that you two are broken up. you scoff, “i’m perfectly capable of handling myself.”

“i never said you weren’t,” megumi shoots back. “it would just be annoying explaining to the higher ups why you were fighting people and not curses.”

“i’m sure they’d understand,” you retort, frowning. you cross your arms.

“don’t be so pouty,” he says in that stupid, gentle tone he uses with you when you’re acting bratty.

you both decide to split up. well, it’s more like you demand the two of you to split up. you say it under the pretense that it’ll get the job done faster. besides, you both want to be home before christmas day, right?

there’s about two curses you cross paths with every hour. you’re starting to lose your mind. shouldn’t the streets be infested with them? you don’t even need a veil! all you have to do is give the weak curses just one punch and they vaporize on the spot. your head is running with hundreds of thoughts.

that’s when it hits you: the first years at the tokyo jujutsu school did come out here a week prior! maybe they did a bad job? but you remember nobara had been the one to lead the group. she may half-ass almost everything in her life, but she wouldn’t jeopardize her underclassmen for the sake of her freetime.

so why on earth are you here? it’s not like there are enough harmful curses for a mission to be assigned to you right before christmas, and to you and megumi of all sorcerers. you’re both strong enough to the point of having some kind of importance in the jujutsu world. the higher ups wouldn’t send the two of you on some stupid mission for the sake of it unless they’re planning some sort of secret execution. but even then, satoru gojo should’ve known through their lies to not send you or megumi. unless…he wants you two dead…?

you shake your head and bite your nails. the sun begins to set and you realize that you’ve been out here for longer than you expected. you’re starting to feel a chill in your bones—you had argued petulantly with megumi earlier about not wanting to wear your jacket despite it being the dead of winter; “it’s gonna get in the way!”

you always seem to forget the the sun sets earlier in the winter. it’s stupid how bright all the lights are in shinjuku. there isn’t a square foot of anything that isn’t lit up with neon signs reading out the names of clubs and bars. you see couples and large groups of people walking along the streets.

it’s lonely, you realize. it would’ve been less lonely with megumi.

you make your way to the meeting spot with megumi. you both share a few small words before retiring for the night. megumi says he wants to go sightseeing, even though there’s really nothing much to see. he doesn’t return to the hotel room until late at night.

when he slips into the only bed that the room offers, you chalk it up to the slight alcohol you smell on his lips. it feels so natural that you don’t push him away even though you should. his body is warm and you fit so perfectly against his broad chest that you think it’ll be okay for you to be a little selfish tonight.

“g’night,” megumi mumbles in his sleep.

you smile and nuzzle closer.

it’s december 21st as you realize how late it is in the day. megumi is back on the couch. you feel a tinge of disappointment in the bottom of your stomach.

to no one’s surprise, the sun is barely peeking over the buildings when you’re finally back in the red-light district. you’re doing the last bit of cleanup, but there’s really nothing much for you to clean.

tomorrow, you’ll be heading to a shopping mall, so you suppose you should do your best to sniff out the rest of the curses littering the place unless you want to stay here an extra day. the day is, yet again, slow.

it’s nearing 8 PM and you're finally sure that you’ve gotten rid of all the curses in the general area. you’ve been done for quite a while now, but you just haven’t found the courage to let megumi know that you’re ready to go back to the hotel room. a little sightseeing on your end wouldn’t hurt, right?

“hi, pretty.” a gravelly voice, battered by cigarettes, whispers in your ear.

you jump in surprise. you need to remember not to get too far into your head. you should’ve felt his presence coming from a mile away. it’s a terrible habit and satoru has scolded you for years about it.

“hi,” you mutter, pushing past his larger frame.

the man isn’t as nicely built as the men you know (but then again, your friends are jujutsu sorcerers, so it’s kind of hard to beat that), but he still towers over you. he’s got a squad of rough-looking guys behind him, smirking down at you.

“why’s someone like you alone?” he says, shoving his arm to loop around your waist.

you roll your eyes, getting ready to punch the man square in the nose. will you get in trouble? probably yes. will it be a funny story to tell? also probably yes.

“don’t touch my wife.”

the group of men turn their heads along with you to see megumi. his expression is shrouded with a mixture of anger and frustration. you blink in confusion—megumi usually looks pretty pissed off, but this is the most angry you’ve seen him in a while. and ‘wife’? what’s up with that?

“oh, my bad,” the man chuckles. “didn’t know this pretty thing was married.”

“this ‘pretty thing’ wants you to let her go,” you say with an overly sweet smile. your teeth clench and you hiss, “right now.”

the guy scurries down the sidewalk with his buddies trailing along, making fun of him for hitting on a married woman. nobody mentions the lack of a ring on your finger. nobody mentions the lack of a relationship, either.

“wife?” you scowl. “we’re broken up.”

“guys tend to back up when they know a woman is married. it’s the only way you can really, uh, get them to go away around here.”

you glare at him. “and how would you know? you come here often with girls?”

“...no?” he blinks, unable to comprehend your sudden burst of jealousy. “i sometimes get missions around here, though. pretending to be married was the easiest way—”

“we aren’t, though. we’re not even in a relationship.” you seem to be throwing that into his face a lot more than you should. you can’t help it, though. you still feel a little bitter about not getting a real reason as to why megumi wanted to break up.

“i was trying to help you.” he’s calm and collected, as heard through his voice. he walks up to you and takes your freezing hand into his much warmer ones. “let’s go home.”

“i don’t want to,” you argue.

“stop being a brat,” he says, but there’s no bite to his words. “you’re cold and you’ve been out here all day. if i hadn’t stopped those guys, you probably would’ve beat them up pretty badly.”

“i’m not a fucking brat!” you try to retract your hand, but megumi’s grip only tightens.

“baby, stop,” the pet name rolls off his tongue with ease. megumi sighs softly and pulls you to his chest. “why are you so worked up, hm?”

from the way he speaks, you can tell that he already has an inkling. the breakup. cuddling last night. hugging you now. everything.

you don’t realize you’re crying until he gently wipes his thumb under your eye. he has the audacity to have an amused grin plastered on his stupidly pretty lips. your vision is blurry but if it hadn’t been, you would’ve thrown a punch.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers into your hair. “it’s all my fault.”

“it is,” you whimper pathetically. all the tears and the emotions you’ve been holding back bubble up to the surface.

“don’t be upset,” he almost pleads. “let’s go back, okay?”

the night ends with megumi on the couch. neither of you bring up the argument or the fact that he had slept in your bed with you last night. you two don’t talk about the usage of pet names, either.

when you open your eyes on december 22nd, you’re surprised to see that megumi has already headed out for the day. you click your tongue in annoyance—he’s always been good at avoiding his problems when it comes to dealing with them, especially problems involving his emotions. you already know where you’re supposed to be headed, so you suppose that it’s for the best that he’d left before you.

the shopping mall is a long line of vendors and stores among other things. the snow on the ground is fresh—it must’ve snowed late last night after you’d fallen asleep. it crunches underneath your beat-up sneakers with each step you take. you’re not shocked when you end up wandering aimlessly, dipping in and out of stores with no real urgency to finish your mission.

there’s nothing to do anyway.

you’ve killed about 3 curses total and it’s really starting to look like you’ve been sent out here for busy work. you really should’ve figured that out the first day of the mission when you had to practically beg the curses to come out and fight you.

you find yourself in the front of a jewelry store, eyeing a pretty bracelet that you know would look stunning around megumi’s wrist. it’s one of those bracelets that clasp tightly. there’s a thicker band in the center with pretty carvings that seem to resemble some sort of swirly heart. it’s pretty, you have to admit.

without much thought, you buy the gift.

the seller has to clear her throat to get your attention when you don’t answer her question. “um, would you like this to be wrapped?”

you nod absentmindedly. “oh, yes. sorry. please wrap it.”

she nods in return and proceeds to wrap the bracelet in a tiny box, adorning it with a festive bow. you ask her to change it out for a different color, explaining that it isn’t a christmas gift and instead, it’s for someone’s birthday. she offers you a warm smile before switching it with a muted blue ribbon.

you return to the hotel, having to take an expensive taxi. you don’t mind—the bracelet has already made a decent-sized dent in your wallet. why not spend an extra amount on getting home? it’s not like jujutsu sorcerers are paid poorly.

reality hits you when you finally get back to the hotel room. you want to punch yourself for being so stupid. did you really just buy a birthday present for your ex-boyfriend?

you’re thankful that megumi hasn’t arrived yet. he seems to be determined to avoid you for as long as he can. you can’t blame him, either. you did give him quite a hard time yesterday.

you toss the box on to the dresser and head to the bathroom to splash some much needed cold water on to your face. maybe that’ll wake you up enough to clear your mind. you’ve acted out once during this trip already and you’re not really looking forward to any other possible outbursts.

you rinse your face and pat yourself dry with one of the face towels provided to you by the hotel staff. you hang it over the rack again and tiredly make your way to your bed. you halt your movements when you see megumi standing by the dresser, admiring your gift.

he looks up at you in surprise with the smallest grin on his face. it’s so subtle that you would’ve missed it had you not been dating him for nearly two years.

“is this for me?”

“no,” you quickly deny. his face falls and you cough out, “um, i mean.. yeah. i-i didn’t… i… happy birthday.”

he brightens, lips pulling up into a real, genuine smile. “you remembered?”

“why wouldn’t i?” you blurt gently. you bite your inner cheek to stop yourself from saying anything more.

“i dunno.” his voice is distant and low, like he’s trying to hold back his tears. “i just…i didn’t think i was deserving of a gift from you. thank you. i like it.”

you stand awkwardly, shifting your weight onto your other foot. “yeah, well…”

“can you help me put it on?” he asks, sitting at the edge of your unmade bed.

you feel your body heat up. part of you screams for you to stop. you shouldn’t do that. it’s far too intimate and you two are broken up. you’ve never been good at making decisions, though, so you sit next to him and feel the mattress dip.

he gives you a grateful look, one that you willfully ignore, and gives you his wrist. you clasp the bracelet on, fingertips just barely grazing his skin. your heart skips a beat and you have to inhale sharply before pulling away.

“thank you,” he whispers.

december 23rd is a sore reminder that life goes on. you had half-expected something to spark between you and megumi. perhaps he’d beg for you back, or maybe with less wishful thinking, he’d give you his real reason as to why he doesn’t want you anymore.

“i don’t think we need to go anymore,” megumi says when you come out of the bathroom after freshening up.

“huh? why not?”

“there’s nothing out there.” megumi’s voice is flat.

“i know, but we’ll get in trouble if we…”

“gojo probably sent us out here for fun.”

your lips part. megumi turns to you with a slight frown.

“don’t you think so too?” he asks, but you know it isn’t a question he’s looking to find an answer to. “why would the higher-ups assign a mission like this to a special grade sorcerer and a grade 1 sorcerer? if they needed that much manpower, this mission would’ve been deadlier. instead, we’re playing cleanup crew.”

“yeah, but..” you trail off, unable to think of a statement to refute his words. “if we go back now, we’ll get chewed out.”

“it’s just a scolding. you’ll be fine.” megumi stands up and stretches his arms.

you watch him cautiously as he begins to fold his clothes and throw them into his duffel bag. he doesn’t say anything else, letting the silence overtake the room.

“...are we leaving, then?” you ask meekly, not bothering to hide the slight quiver in your voice.

he pauses slightly. “do you want to stay here until christmas? this mission is stupid and you know it. there’s no point.”

why is his tone so cold all of the sudden? it’s as if you two hadn’t shared a moment last night before bed. does your gift not mean anything to him now that he’s cleared his mind with a good rest?

your eyes flicker to his wrist. the gold glimmers underneath the light and you realize that megumi doesn’t seem to hate wearing it. so why is he acting so … unpleasant?

you feel a lump in your throat. it’s embarrassing how quickly he’s able to upset you from just the tone of his voice. even his body language, usually fluid and smooth, is rigid with your presence. you want to tell him that you’ve enjoyed your time with him. you want to shake his shoulders and tell him that if you two cut your mission short, you might not get another chance to be near him again.

“do you still care about me?” you whisper instead.

he stills completely. “what?”

“this entire time,” you begin shakily, “you’ve been nice to me. you treat me like you always do. you’re always hovering over me even though you pretend you aren’t! you obviously still care, megumi.”

his adam's apple bobs as swallows. a beat of silence. then two. then three.

“i do care,” he admits sorely.

“then why did you break up with me?” you blurt. there it is, the question you’ve been meaning to ask. you both had seen it coming.

“because…” megumi winces as if he’s the one getting hurt from the ordeal. “because you deserve someone that’s normal. someone that isn’t a sorcerer. i can’t give you that life.”

you feel your chest swarm with anger. why does he always think he needs to sabotage himself to make others happy? this is something you’ve tried working with him on, but it seems like old habits are hard to kill off, just like your habit of loving him.

“why the hell would you decide that for me? when did i ever say i wanted a normal life?” you snap. your hands clench at your sides.

“it’s too early for this,” he says, his voice straining as he finally musters up the strength to look at you in your eyes.

“tell me, megumi. if that’s the real reason, then that is the most pathetic excuse for a breakup i've ever heard.” your voice cracks and you gulp down the oncoming sob that’s threatening to explode from your throat.

he inhales slowly and makes his way to you, holding you close against his chest. you should push him away, but you would rather let him hug you. you know that you can’t fight him, anyway.

“you…once said you wanted a regular relationship. when you got hurt a few weeks ago, i realized i couldn’t be that for you,” he confesses lowly. “i knew that you’d never find it in yourself to leave, so i figured i should just let you go for your sa–”

“are you kidding me?” you shout incredulously. “i said that when i was fifteen, megumi! before i even knew what being in love was like!”

he flinches against you. “but i…”

“you and your damn savior complex! i don’t need to be in a regular, normal relationship! i don’t need any of that, megumi! i’m a sorcerer, I won't ever get to be normal! in fact, it’s even better that i’m with you because you at least know what this life is like, you idiot! you’re always ruining the good things in your life because you—”

he takes his fingers to grab your chin and he pulls you in for a kiss. if the kiss is a ploy to shut you up, you hate to admit that it’s working. his tongue slips into your mouth and you melt against him. your arms loop around his neck as you desperately drag him down closer to your body. his hand grip your waist while the other clings to the small of your back.

you whimper out of instinct and he pulls away, lips bruised and breathless. it’s been so long since you’ve tasted him and you frown, tiptoeing to capture his lips again. you need to savor him, to feel him lips against yours again.

“baby, wait.” his chest heaves as he looks down at you. “don’t…don’t do this to me.”

“do what?” you ask, an edge to your voice. did he just reject you? even after all that?

“w-we gotta report back to—”

“we’re supposed to leave tomorrow,” you interrupt.

the gears shift in his head. “fine, but—”

“i’m still really fucking mad, but i just need you to kiss me right now,” you whine impatiently.

all megumi does is laugh when he swoops down to press his lips against yours.

it’s december 24th when you two find yourselves in satoru’s office. steam is practically rising from your ears as you try to compose yourself in front of your former teacher.

“... i wanted a wedding invitation.” satoru shrugs.

“you set us up!” you whine angrily. “gojo, are you serious?! isn’t this a little immature?”

megumi stays silent, averting his gaze. he suddenly finds the succulents on satoru’s desk very interesting. he’s never noticed that they’re all nearly dead! how cool.

your eyes shoot daggers at megumi's silence.

"we aren't gonna get married any time soon..." megumi mutters when he feels your pointy glare on him.

satoru raises his hands in mock surrender. “you two can’t blame me! it worked out! you two are back together now, right?”

“but did you have to make us look like fools out there?” you groan.

“you should’ve figured it out on the first day that the mission was a sham!” satoru exclaims, offense taking over his features.

“but still!” you’re borderline hysterical at this point, unable to believe that your former teacher of all people had to set up an entire fake mission so that you and your ex could talk your feelings out. “we would’ve figured ourselves out sooner or later!”

megumi nods. he feels like he should at least give you a little support even if he’s embarrassed out of his mind.

“oh really?” satoru’s voice drips with sarcasm. “you guys should be thanking me—”

“you’re so not getting an invitation to our wedding!” you grumble.

“wha—hey! i’m the one that got you two back together! besides, i’m megumi’s guardian! you can’t just not invite me.”

“watch me!”

“megumi, tell her that she can’t do that—hey! where are you guys going? invite me, you rascals—why are you guys leaving? we aren’t done discussing this! megumi, don’t you dare take her side! she isn’t even your wife yet—don’t slam my door!”

[kyonshi-8610]

doodle collection where i try to actually color

tr. under cut

[2ND IMAGE]

T: These two are so slow at picking (what to eat)

K: Did you ask Shuro what he wanted (to eat)?

L: He said that it was up to us

K: Sighhhh

[justiceforfoxface]

if you people will not request, I suppose I will just create

anyways here’s my idea: coriolanus snow x model reader

warnings: literally none. sfw. no use of y/n. female reader. let me know if you want this with gn reader or male reader. academy coriolanus.

enjoy :)

Most people your age would be heading to school about now, but not you. You were heading to Mrs. Cameron’s office, your boss who made sure your face got slapped on every advertisement. Didn’t matter what it was for. You’d been in posters and ads for foods, for clothing, once for the Games itself. As long as people saw your face, Mrs. Cameron got money, and if Mrs. Cameron got money, so did you.

You sit in the waiting room, an empty marble room that’s honestly intimidating even after going there for years. Then, Janet looks up from her spot at the counter. She’s Mrs. Cameron’s secretary, a fairly nice young woman whom you don’t often engage with.

“You can go home,” Janet says, not unkindly, but certainly not kindly. “Mrs. Cameron’s not here right now. She’s fallen ill.”

“Oh,” you say awkwardly. You’d never been turned away before. Even though Mrs. Cameron was the boss of most of the models in the Capitol, she always had time for you. “Well, send her wishes of a fast recovery.”

Janet nods, and you make your exit. As you step out the doors, you’re hit with a blast of cold air. You got up at the crack of dawn to eat breakfast and walk here, and you didn’t realize exactly how freezing it was. You were also caught right in the middle of what was practically a stampede of students heading to the Academy. The red uniforms flooded the small side street, like blood slowly spreading over a white snowflake.

As you make your way through the crowd, with lots of hurried saying of “Excuse me” and “Sorry,” you pause to see someone looking at you.

One of the students. He’s blonde, and he has very noticeable blue eyes. He says something, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s talking to you.

“You’re the girl from all those advertisements.”

“I-I am,” you reply, nodding. The student nods to the doors of the modeling agency you just walked out of. “Do you work there?”

“Yes.” “Are there…lots of clothes there?”

You’re slightly confused at these questions. You got a lot of weird questions when people found out you were a model, but no one ever asked if you had lots of clothes at your modeling agency.

“Yes, I guess so,” you hesitantly respond. Does he want to break in and steal them? “Why?”

He turns red and says, “It’s…well, my cousin-Tigris-her birthday is coming up, and she likes, well, fashion, so I thought I’d get her something nice, but….”

“Oh!” Well, that’s a lot nicer than breaking into a modeling agency and stealing all their clothes.

“I…work for Mrs. Cameron, you know. She leads most of the models in the Capitol.” You don’t know why you’re telling this to a stranger. “She normally doesn’t like us taking the dresses home, but she’s out sick, so…”

You don’t know why you’re offering this to a stranger. You’ve never broken a rule of Mrs. Cameron’s before. And here you are, willing to break her biggest one for a stranger who-for all you know-might not even have a cousin with a birthday coming up.

His eyes light up. “Could you get something? Maybe something nice. She likes pink.”

And then you remember it. The satin pink dress with the bow in the back that was rejected for you because Mrs. Cameron said it didn’t match your eyes. But it was comfortable, and beautiful, and perfect for a birthday gift. “I know exactly what to get,” you say. “I can probably get it to you this time tomorrow.”

He nods, and then says, “Coriolanus Snow,” and then walks away.

It takes you a few minutes to realize that was his name.

[sovereignjojoz]

Distraction

Pairing: smoke/Tomas x reader, I don’t even know if I can tag this Bi-Han x reader because it’s not, but just know Bi-Han has complex ambiguous feelings towards the reader that even I don’t know?????

Summary: The grandmaster disapproves of smokes lover for some reason unbeknownst to them, so he tells them to end it. Two endings.

Warnings: angst but there’s also a separate comforting ending, one mention that reader wears a dress, self-loathing reader in the angst part.

Notes - this was going to be more angsty originally I just couldn’t picture a meaner scenario, because smoke is too nice so I just lessened the angst to something bittersweet (cry) (I want to write something gut wrenching) anyways might write something for syzoth/Bi-han next idk. Requests are always open!!

Bi-Han, the ever stoic Sub-Zero, found himself in an unexpected dilemma, and it was all Tomas’ fault.

Or more specifically your fault.

Recently, Tomas had gotten a lover. Although some may think otherwise the grandmaster was not adverse to such things so long as they didn’t become a distraction.

You were a distraction.

You couldn't be more different from the warriors of their clan. You were like a breath of warmth in the icy corridors of the Lin Kuei compound, bubbly, kind-hearted, and devoid of combat prowess, you stood out like a flower in a field of snow.

While smoke was smitten with your gentle nature and somewhat naivety, Bi-Han couldn't shake off his disapproval.

Your unfiltered presence felt like a disruption to the disciplined order of their lives, a stark contrast to the solemn silence that usually enveloped the Lin Kuei.

Even now he could hear Tomas trying to hush up the sound of muffled laughter and giggles from the other side of the compound, was a place of komat and violence really a place for laughter to make home?

The grandmaster often tried to keep his distance as a result hoping that the incompatibility of you in their lifestyle would become increasingly clear, yet it had been months and it seemed as though you had no intention to leave Tomas’ side.

He didn’t understand what Tomas saw in you, of course your exterior beauty was clear to all (although Tomas wasn’t one to judge on appearance alone) but you were a non fighter. Bi-Han likened your presence to a fragile glass sculpture delicately balanced on the edge of a precipice, it was as though you needed a box to protect you from the harshness of the compound as it seemed as though a mere wispre could shatter your delicacy - and they were never one for whispering.

Perhaps Tomas could be considered the box you sought out, a sanctuary where you could retreat from the harshness of the world and cocoon yourself in layers of protection, so not to mar your fragile heart.

Yet was Tomas considered capable? Many occasions he’d returned home bloodied and bruised, wracking your heart with grief where you should have been finding solace. Sniffles and sobs lined the walls of the corridors while smoke tried his best to be comforting. He knew how this song and dance played out, a few forlorn touches whilst being patched up then the distress would cease (and in its place came the sound of affection).

Such a cycle will be futile for the one who is considered soft hearted, would it not? With enough pressure even resilience can shatter.

He supposed that was the good thing with his younger brother, he never put pressure on you which is why you were always able to be somewhat resilient and converse freely with him.

He was a firsthand witness to this many times and coincidentally one of those many times he overheard you two freely conversing was currently taking place.

“Tomas please don’t,” you begged loudly, and pouted willing him to look you in the eye.

When it came to many things Tomas was strong willed, but you were his one exception, you’d leave him inexplicably weak “pretty, you know I have to, water is quite literally gushing out of the chamber you stay in.” He countered as he pulled you along behind him.

You made a dismissive gesture with your hand, “But you know that is no issue to me, in fact it will just be like sleeping on a water bed.”

Tomas chuckled heartily, “you’re funny you know baby. Okay then it’s not an issue with you but it is an issue with me, can’t have you getting sick.”

You tried to hold him in place by hugging him, “my immune systems is top notch you know!” But he just threw you over his shoulder with ease and continued walking. “Besides can’t I just sleep with you?”

He felt your smaller fists pound on his back urging him to let you down, it was akin to a marshmallow pounding on wood. “You know I would love that but the grandmaster forbid us from sharing a room because of last time.”

You rested your face on his head sighing, “it was your fault, you were the one who squealed.”

He pinched your hip lightly, although it was enough to make you involuntarily yelp. “Let’s not forget who bit me.”

“Hey you knowingly signed up for that when we started dating.”

He flashed you a smile as he threw you down on the couch and brought out an imaginary key to lock you up with.

You gasped betrayed, “I know I know, ‘m sorry! I didn’t want to have to resort to this but your presence is too captivating, just give me three minutes my angel then I’m all yours.”

You relented beckoning him to go on so you could brood whilst you waited for him, the grand master watched this whole debacle go down and decided to make his presence known.

His presence startled you leading you to jump up upon his entrance, “good evening grandmaster.” You palmed at your dress in a state of nervousness.

The tall male eyed you up and down, “where is Tomas.”

“Smokey-” a disapproving frown crept onto his face, you cleared your throat, uncomfortable, “Tomas just left.”

He clicked his tongue, annoyed. “Yes that is evident, to where.”

You bit your bottom lip “he, um, went to the bedroom to fix a broken tap.”

His eyes flickered to you, a harsh glare almost making you want to flinch, “everything in the lin kuei compound is made to perfection, how did it break.”

You took a couple steps back as his proximity slightly intimidated you, “we shared a bath together a-and I must have splashed around to much, I’m really sorry grandmaster please don’t blame smok-”

“Enough.” His glare was enough to silence your nervous rambling. “Sit. I’m going to speak to Tomas, do not disturb us.”

It seemed as though you wanted to say something but you held yourself back deciding to sit down like he instructed you (good choice).

When Tomas heard footsteps approaching he initially thought nothing of it, thinking you had tired of being by your lonesome and wanted his attention again.

Then he heard the heaviness to the footsteps, those weren’t your delicate footsteps.

He used his vestment to wipe the sweat off his brow before answering the door.

“Grandmaster.” Tomas greeted.

Bi-Jan forced his own entry into the room, locking the door behind them, tension hanging thick in the air.

Smoke tried to read his expression his but it was unreadable, although it seemed like a form of inevitable confrontation was about to occur based on the face he was currently making.

“Is there anything-?”

“You are becoming reckless Tomas.”

Smoke furrowed his brows in confusion, he had no idea what the grandmaster was referring to. “What?”

“You broke a tap.”

Tomas rubbed his nape sheepishly, “technically you could say that, but I’ve already fixed it.”

Bi-han stepped closer to smoke, “It is beyond unacceptable.”

“It was a mistake.”

“Do we tolerate mistakes?”

Smoke had a lingering suspicion this issue ran deeper than the tap, of course Bi-Han would be displeased about his broken tap however he seemed to snappy for the issue to just be about the tap.

“We don’t but [name] didn’t mean to-?”

“Answer.”

“No?”

“Yet irregardless of that you did not show up to morning training.” A look of recognition flashed across smokes face, “as your grandmaster that will not be tolerated. You must end your relationship with [name].”

A look of disbelief overcame Tomas’ face. “What? Where is this coming from, why would I do that?” He asked, hurt seeped in his voice.

Bi-Han pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled, “[name] is a distraction and a liability, if [name] were here now your focus would slip and you would struggle to focus on anything else evidently shown by the way you missed morning training.”

“That was my own decision.” Tomas answered defending you from Bi-Hans criticism, “[name] only asked if I would join, I was the one who said yes full well knowing about the training. If anyone is to blame it’s me.”

“It doesn’t matter Tomas. The fact you even said yes proves how far gone you are. [name] is not a warrior nor a medic but a weakness, an attachment to you that makes you vulnerable and puts us all at risk.”

Tomas’ jaw clenched in frustration, “Grandmaster please excuse me but you have no right to judge. You do not understand what you are talking about, [name] is not my weakness.”

“You are being selfish in your pursuits Tomas. Perhaps if she were a warrior there would be room negotiate but someone so tenuous is pitiful.”

“Then forgive me for being selfish grandmaster but I will not relent.” Tomas turned sharply on his heel to exit the room.

Angsty ending

“You will. If you dare to disobey me then take your stuff with you because you will no longer reside here.”

Tomas stopped in his tracks, his hand shakily hovering over the door knob.

He knew he had no more room to argue but he wanted to, more so than ever since it was a battle between his head and his heart.

Tomas threw his head back, exhaling angrily through his nostrils, then he pulled opened the door brashly and stormed out.

He rubbed his hand over his eyes, cursing under his breath.

“Smokey?” He saw your head appear into his view from around the corner, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” You wrapped your arms tightly around his middle hoping to comfort him, “you seem tense?”

Smoke said nothing and just pulled you close with a desperate longing that was almost too tight. There's a sense of safety in the closeness as your breaths synchronise with his. You frowned pitifully and pulled his head down to your shoulder, gently caressing his hair.

“It’s okay.” You kissed his cheek.

“It’s not.”

“You can tell me what’s the matter?”

He lifted his head up trying to maintain his composed mask, “Bi-Han wants us to break up.”

Your shock lead your grip to loosen on him however he reacted quickly putting it back where it once was.

“Oh.”

He ran a hand through his ashen hair, “don’t worry, we’re not breaking up I’ll just deal with the consequences.” He spoke attempting to give you a reassuring smile but it came out more wry.

It was quite hard to process your current emotions but you were trying your best, “what are the consequences?”

“I’m out.”

Shock painted your face, “you can’t do that this is your whole life, you love it here.”

He brought your hand to his face, “I also love you.”

“I know.” You sniffled and tried your best to wipe the unruly tears that slipped out of the corner of your eyes.

You sighed. “He hates me, right? I must have done something again and now he’s had enough of me, it’s all my fault, I-I’m so stupid-!” You hit your head twice before smoke caught your hands and held them together tightly.

“stop it.”

Despite your hands being bound, you got past him and manage to wrap your hands around his blade, “what if I just cut my hair or if I talk less, I’ll change whatever he wants, I’ll study everything and become more proper…I’ll do anything to make him like me more for you-” smoke tuned out the rest of what was being discussed as he felt you trying to pull the blade towards your hair, he knew irrationality was getting to you. You tried your best to overpower him yet you knew it wouldn’t be possible, he was a warrior you were nothing.

The blade flicked out of your hand and made a small gash on your cheek, but the wound stung more from your saline tears than the actual sharpness of the blade.

His thumb wiped the blood and tears off of your soft skin, “it’s okay, you’ll be alright and I don’t care what he think I like you how you are, I never want you to change.”

“Well that would be good if the grandmaster didn’t hate current me that you love. Why does he hate me, he probably has a good reason anyway…All I want is to be with you…nothing else. but I’m not going to hold you back regardless.”

Smoke purses his lips. He had no answer for you, he couldn’t quite wrap his head around what the grandmasters peculiarity with you was or where this sudden snap came from, he didn’t want to doubt his grandmaster but he felt like there was more to this so called ‘dislike’ if he could even call it that.

His head was a mess.

“There is no good reason.” He didn’t answer your question, instead he just pulled you close into his embrace.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault Tomas.”

“Yeah but still, it’s not fair. You shouldn’t doubt yourself like this thinking it’s your fault and our relationship shouldn’t be ending. Period. I should be able to do something but…If only things could have been different.” Or the grandmaster could have understood instead of being an arrogant ‘know-it-all’, “then…” the words died out on his tongue.

Your lips sadly turned upwards as you stroked his cheek, “but they’re not so there’s no time for lamenting, so I guess this is goodbye Smokey.”

As you took your hand away from his cheek he immediately felt the loss of warmth, replaced with a coolness he didn’t think he’d ever be forced to get used to.

But at least his heart was ignited one last time seeing you smile, even if it was in sadness and not long lasting, it would be a while before he let that smoke fizzle out.

“Goodbye sweetheart.”

Comforting ending

Before you were even aware of what was happening to you, a tug of your hand was pulling you forward leaving you stumbling to catch up with your feet.

“Tomas? Where are we going?”

He continued walking at a brisk pace, not stopping till you were outside the compound, “just for a walk, need to let some steam off.”

“You need to cool off some smoke?” You joked laughing at your pun.

That managed to crack a small smile from him, “and Bi-Han wants this to end,” he muttered under his breath.

You tilted your head at him in a curious manner, “what?”

He stopped beneath a tree, decorated with soft glistening snow on top of the wooden branches. He tuned towards you and squished your cheeks together before giving you a soft kiss. “Don’t worry.”

“Okay!”

You couldn’t figure out what it was but he was heavily concentrated on something in the distance right now, his face was clouded by a far a way look till he abruptly turned to face you. “Hey, do you want to get married?”

You gasped surprised, “really? You’d marry me!”

Smoke grinned enthusiastically, “would I? Of course I would!”

You jumped on him to excited to contain yourself making him stumble backwards before he steadied himself and you, “okay! It would probably only take me like two days to find a dress and we could just go down and sign the documents unless you wanted to have a big official thing but I’m not sure how that would-”

He pinched your lips while laughing to silence your rambling, “how about now?”

“But we have nothing I-!”

He cut you off once more, “we don’t need anything, just us, it will make it special! sure it will be informal but only us two will get it!”

“Here look,” he grabbed your smaller hands in his larger coarse hands, “[name], may I be forever yours.”

“Yes, you may Tomas.”

He grinned and pulled his face towards you, giving you a tender and lasting smooch. “Now we’re married!”

“You hit him lightly on his shoulder, “you were meant to wait for me to repeat it!”

He pulled you down to the floor, making you sit on his lap, “M sorry, ‘m sorry! I couldn’t wait.”

You sighed content, laying your head on top of his muscular shoulder, “it’s okay, you have forever to make it up to me.”

His lips curled upwards as he rested his head on top of yours.

Yeah, forever sounds nice.

[qiangweirosa]

it was april again

" Akihiko makes Minako’s life happier. "

relationships: akihiko/femc, minor/implied yukari/mitsuru, minor junpei/chidori, femc & her friends in general tws: minor character death, persona 3 spoilers, hurt/comfort wc: 501 extra: femc is called minako, i havent played her route yet so there may be inconsistencies, and this was a vent fic where i projected on her sorry.

read on ao3!

These days, Minako’s life was more than hectic. 

There was the obvious having to unpack from the school trip, but she wished that was all. 

School duties were immediately dropped back onto her; the student council had her running around everywhere for any reason Hidetoshi could think of, and the ever growing list of clubs and activities she had signed up for and joined also kept her busy. 

(Seriously, who told her it was a good idea to have so many engagements?)

On top of that, things weren’t calm either at the dorm. The entirety of SEES was on edge, stuck in this weird place where none of them knew what to do next. Ikutsuki had died, and the Dark Hour still existed, but they had defeated all the Full Moon shadows already… As the leader, it was Minako’s duty to decide when to go to Tartarus again, if they even went.

That’s putting aside Mitsuru’s current situation; grieving her father, and definitely depressed - although she seemed to be feeling better after the trip. Her and Yukari had also grown closer. Hm. 

Not to mention, Junpei also seemed to not be feeling well. Something about Chidori?… Whenever Minako asked, he’d brush it off or completely ignore her. 

And Aigis’ weird obsession with that new student, Ryoji… If Minako could go one day without hearing about how he was dangerous from her, she’d cheer. Still, she had to admit something was off about him.

And finally, Minako herself was still grieving. She still hadn’t gotten over Shinjiro’s death, and as much as she tried to deny it by showing off her cheerful persona and her bright smile, it had affected her more than she’d like to admit.

All her problems seemed to disappear whenever she was with Akihiko, though. He made her feel lighter. Akihiko was close to Shinjiro too; he understood. Akihiko was worried about the rest of SEES too; he understood. Akihiko was worried about Minako. He helped. 

He stood waiting for her in front of the student council room, when meetings ended late, and walked her home, just like she had done a few months prior when she still had the time to wait for him after practice. Sometimes he even bought her a snack; anything to cheer her up. 

When they were in Tartarus, Akihiko always checked on her, making sure she wasn’t overworking herself, and pushed for her to take breaks when needed. 

He even went out of his way to keep an eye on her in the dorm. He took care of her. Woke her up early to bring her on his runs. Sometimes even cooked for her, if Minako was feeling especially tired. Akihiko may not have been the most emotionally intelligent person she knew, but he still did his best to love Minako. 

Whenever Minako was with Akihiko, she felt light. 

Whenever Minako was with Akihiko, it was April again, and her only problem was whether or not she’d make friends in Port Island. 

[redstripstrawberry]

Pitiful | Yandere Diluc x Reader

Warning: Gaslighting, demeaning language, controlling behavior, and manipulation. Thank you.

Can be read as platonic yandere, but both ways work.  

Summary: You’re an adventurer all exhausted from your travels because of your bad luck with camping out. After a little mishap, the young master of Dawn Winery offers you a place to stay in his mansion.

You love traveling. It’s why you became an adventurer in the first place. Seeing new lands were some of life’s greatest experiences and meeting new people is part of its charm. Each place you explored: Liyue Harbor, Luhua Pool, Dihua Marsh, Qingce Village, etc. filled you with wonder from the second you arrived and to the moment you left. 

But adventuring wasn’t always wonderful as you thought it was. Sight-seeing is fun and all, but the living conditions were not exactly... favorable. You dread your fate when you see the sun sets, because you know what happens. The tent you carry never keeps out the wind despite checking for holes numerous of times. The nights are never peaceful because without fail, a deranged hilichurl comes out from nowhere. Resting in an inn isn’t a possible choice since each bed you take, without fail, is a bed with bed bugs. You’d take the hilichurls every night over being in a frenzy, itchy state. It’s wild out there. 

However, by random chance, when you were just starting your adventure in Mondstat, you ran into the owner of Dawn Winery and the head of the Ragnvindr Family who offered you a place to stay. 

Or rather, he ran into your poor, pathetic tent. 

It all happened so suddenly. You set up your tent and went to gather some firewood. Upon returning, you see your tent smashed in, with a red-head scratching his head in worry. The poles that held up the cloth were smashed to pieces, with the cloth itself pierced and torn by the splinters. The tent was barely supporting itself and each breath the wind takes in its direction makes it tremble like a hurt animal. It was such a pitiful sight. Good thing you anticipated this. 

“I truly sorry, I just bumped into it and…”

“It’s alright. This happens a lot. I have an extra tent!”

The firey-haired man introduced himself as Diluc Ragnvindr and you realize who he was as soon as he said his name. The person who has a near monopoly on Mondstat’s liquor business, or so you’ve heard. You did not anticipate this. 

“You’re welcome to stay at the Dawn Winery as long as you please,” Diluc offered, “Sincerely, it would not rest easy on my conscious to not make it up to you. To leave someone in such a terrible state, it would surely weigh down on me.” 

Ouch, but fair point. You were hesitant to accept, but a well-maintained mansion must be better than your average inn. The sun was coming down soon, and fireflies are starting to blink. You looked at him with a smile. “If it doesn’t bother you, I’ll just stay for a day.”

The first night you spent, it was like sleeping on a cloud. Your feet didn’t get cold and you slept like a baby. Surprisingly, you had no bites whatsoever when you woke. There were no interruptions, and your sleep was full of peace. Never had you ever woken up not sleep deprived. It was blissful, truly blissful. You made plans to leave right after waking, but Diluc insisted you have some breakfast. The food was amazing. He suggested that right after, he’ll give you a personal tour and you happily agreed. Then came lunch and the both of you ate at Good Hunter. Then soon came night and Diluc insisted you spend another night at the mansion. The man has a good tongue, so you once again agreed. 

• ° • ° • ° •

You were staying at the estate for a few weeks now, and in all of those weeks were spent in comfort. Diluc was generous enough to have Adelinde to make you meals each day. The time at the mansion were so luxurious compared to the nights you had roughing it out in the wild. All the while, you and Diluc were becoming good friends. 

“Why don’t you spend your days here, [ ]? It’s a lot better here than outside, don’t you think?” Diluc suggests once more; he jokes with you about this quite often. “Eating dinner like this, and sleeping safely and comfortably after we eat, isn’t it enticing?” 

“You’re right,” you laugh as you stab a piece of sticky honey roast Adelinde prepared, “it is a lot better here, but I think I explored all of Mondstat with you already. I think my next trip would be to Inazuma.”

His face visibly darkens. You didn’t see it. 

“Inazuma..?” Diluc trails off, his tone confused.

“Yes, I’m thinking of visiting Watatsumi Island. I heard it’s magnificently beautiful there.” You chew on your bite, and look up at Diluc. He has a soft smile on his face, and you smile back. 

“Yes, I’m sure, but the environment is quite unforgiving there. Even more so than Mondstat, [ ]. It wouldn’t be wise to camp out in such a place with your... unfortunate condition.”

“Ouch, but that is true," you say as you swallow your bite. "You’ve been to Inazuma before? Is it really dangerous as you say?”

“Terribly so, I’m afraid. I’ve traveled around Inazuma once to do foreign exports prior to the Sakoku Decree. Inazuma was merciless against my traveling group. Monsters appeared thrice as more as compred to Mondstat, and the weather was always terribly cold since the land was surrounded by water.” 

Your eyes widen as you hear Diluc recall his travels to the islands. ”Inazuma was harsh even to you? That’s absolutely terrible!” 

“Which is why I suggest you give up your trip to the islands.” 

“But it’s nothing like I haven’t done before. I’ve been through worse, so I think I can make it through.”

“Please, reconsider. Remember how your tent crumbled with my mere touch? Imagine how pitiful it would hold up once you set up in Inazuma. Your bad luck will intensify if you go. I insist, [ ], it’s not a good decision. ” 

“Diluc, I’m grateful for your concern, but I believe I can handle it. Trust me.”

Diluc sighs and crosses his arms. “Fine. I’ll make some.. arrangements for you.”

You both finish your meal and turn in for the night. It’ll be your last night in such a comfortable bed.  You’re truly going to miss the Dawn Winery. It was the first night that you had trouble sleeping ever since staying in the mansion, but it was purely because of your own excitement for Inazuma. 

Somehow, you drifted off into a deep slumber and woke up bright and early. You practically jumped out of bed once your eyes opened, but a clinking sound starts as soon as you move. Looking down to your ankle, there’s a metal cuff with a long chain. You fiddle with the cuff, but it’s useless. Changing your focus to the chain connected to our ankle, you follow long trail that leads to another cuff secured around the bedpost. 

“Hello?!” You yell out. Nobody answers.

The chain is long enough to reach the bathroom on the other side of the room. Unfortunately for you, it’s too short to reach the door out of this room. 

“Hey Adelinde? There’s a chain holding me down! The door is locked too! Adelinde! Diluc?!” you scream out, there’s something wrong, and you begin to panic. Soft footsteps tread the carpet outside the door. 

“Adelinde, I can’t reach the door! I’m chained to the bedpost!” 

The door opens, and you see your friend’s red-dusk hair before his face. 

“I’m sorry to say this, [ ], but you can’t leave. It’s too dangerous for you.”

“Wait, you can’t be serious.” You scoff. “What are you talking about?”

“[ ], you’re too reckless for Inazuma. Do you even realize that? I care too much about you to just throw yourself into danger like this!” “Diluc are you crazy?! You can’t just tie me to a bed because you’re worried about me!” 

“It’s necessary. You’re just too stubborn for your own good,” Diluc’s eyes harden. He looks intimidating. “I have to ensure your safety.”

“You have no obligation to ‘ensure my safety.’ I can manage fine before I even met you!” You’re moving your hands expressively. It’s unfathomable that your friend could ever do this to you.

“I need to because I care about you, [ ].”

“...”

“And I absolutely know for sure from the weeks I’ve spent with you that adventuring isn’t suited for you. I’ll take care of you, [ ]. Don’t worry about anything else.”

[imhumanguysiswear]

Noceda family bonding activity is watching documentaries the night before going to bed:

Camila tried with Luz at the start but she couldn’t focus on them and instead passed the time reading fanfictions on her phone

Then Luz returned from camp and now she was incredibly interested by the show, and while Camila liked the change she found it strange

After Yesterday Lie they stopped for a bit, but then resumed, accidentally, out of habit one day, now Camila finally understood why Luz was so interested: she wasn’t Luz, she was Vee!

Then Luz came back for real, and now she and her friends were passing the nights watching with Camila and Vee

Finally, after everything was dealt with, on the Noceda house sofa every night, watching a documentary, there are always four people: Two humans, a basilisk and a grimwalker, a little, strange, family

[gunksplunk]

[hungry-tum-stuff]

Regional Phenomena - Rito Village: Fanfic

! Spoilers for the Regional Phenomena Questline in Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom !

Author’s Note: In my interpretation of the timeline, TOTK takes place 3-5 years after BOTW, placing Link in his twenties. This is not everyone’s interpretation, but there is reference to Link’s age in this fic, so just bear that in mind as being my interpretation.

CW: Depictions of pushing oneself to the point of exhaustion, ignoring physical needs, physical injury, (blunt force trauma) descriptions of hunger, refusal to eat.

Word Count: 1.6k

“Come on Link! What’s taking you so long?”

Link grunted and hoisted himself up onto the floating rubble of the ruins they were traversing, doubled over and trying desperately to catch his breath. Tulin, who had been flying just ahead of Link the entire time, tilts his head and lands beside the hero.

“Are you okay Link? We can stop if you’re tired, I know you can’t really fly like I can.”

Link stands back up straight and glances at Tulin, then looks up at the storm swirling around the mass of islands they still had to climb. He just sighs and shakes his head, and Tulin nods, taking flight once more.

“Alright, let’s keep going then! I’ll race ya to the next island.” Tulin challenged before darting off. Link shook his head and smiled, following after at a light jog in the hopes that he could mask his exhaustion.

He wished he could match Tulin’s energy. It hadn’t been too long ago when he was a kid rushing around trying to save Hyrule. Which he still was, but being in his twenties and adventuring alongside a literal child aged him just a bit. He knew it wasn’t just that though, the effects of the gloom were still weighing heavy on his body. He didn’t have the endurance or the constitution he was used to, and while the Light of Blessing he’d received so far had relieved some of the damage done, he still felt like he was fighting off some kind of sickness that had sapped all his strength.

Which might end up being the case if he stayed out in this blizzard for too long.

Link stopped at the edge of a gap and whistled to Tulin, who turned tail to see Link making the sign for his Gust. Tulin grinned and sped back, flapping his wings and creating a gust just as Link dove off the ruins and opened his paraglider.

“You know, you fly better than most Rito!” Tulin called through the gale as he sped to fly alongside Link. “Not me though, of course.”

Link chuckled silently as he landed on the next platform, folding his paraglider and signing a quick ‘Thank you.’ Tulin landed and repeated the sign, pausing to think for a moment.

“Oh! That meant ‘thank you,’ right?”

Link nodded encouragingly, and Tulin beamed.

“Good. I’m getting better, it’s just hard to find a good teacher when nobody in your village has fingers, y’know?”

Link chuckled and nodded understandingly as they continued to walk through the ruins. True, there was a bit of a language barrier between them. Tulin only knew what Link had taught him, which was the alphabet and a few basic signs. But they found ways to communicate aside from that: They’d come up with their own sign for Gust, and Tulin was fairly good at charades.

“Look out!” Link rounded a corner and didn’t have the time to react to a construct’s hammer hitting him square in the ribs. He’s sent flying into a nearby pillar, and Tulin gasps, drawing his bow and landing an arrow square in the construct’s eye. Tulin looked around worriedly as two more constructs noticed the fight and rushed over to them, and it was the most Link could do to roll out of the way as a construct’s blade swung down at him. Link fought to get to his feet, his muscles aching with effort.

And thankfully, he and Tulin didn’t need language to fight together.

Link drew his own blade, and Tulin wasted no time in covering Link with his pinpoint aim as he went in and smacked the constructs around, taking down one after the other. Tulin sent the killing blow into the last one, and Link watched as the thing crumbled into a heap of Zonai tech.

And as soon as the adrenaline of the fight subsided, Link took a knee, clutching his surely bruised ribs.

“Link! Are you alright? Gosh, that was a close one. You should probably stop and rest, you got hit pretty hard…” Tulin suggested, only for Link to shake his head and push himself off the ground, using his blade to steady himself before walking away from his friend. Tulin frowned and followed Link to a ledge, where he paraglided down into an overhang in the ruins, where the blizzard was briefly off their backs.

“Okay, well I want to take a break. Look, there’s a cooking pot here too! We can make something to eat.” Tulin said excitedly, rushing over to the pot and beginning to gather up any nearby kindling that wasn’t soaked through from the storm.

And Link froze in his tracks and his hand slid down to his belly as soon as Tulin brought up making food.

That was another reason why he felt so weak: He was absolutely starving. Ever since Zelda went missing he couldn’t say he’d been paying the most attention to his needs. When he woke up on The Great Sky Island, he had eaten just enough to get by. After all, for all he knew he wasn’t even in Hyrule anymore. He got about a day of recovery when he first arrived in Lookout Landing; Everyone had been happy to have him back, and he got the chance to eat a few proper meals and sleep in a real bed again. But after that he jumped right into helping out in the search effort for Zelda: Which had led him out to Rito Village.

And he hadn’t eaten a proper meal since he set foot in the tundra.

He hadn’t meant to go this long. In all honesty, he forgot that the stable by Rito Village had been converted into The Lucky Clover Gazette, so there wasn’t a cooking pot available. And when he got into Rito Village… Well, he didn’t exactly feel great cooking up a meal for himself when the village was full of kids who didn’t have enough food amongst themselves to keep the shop’s shelves stocked.

So, he gave up a couple meals. Which really bit him in the behind when he had to scale floating ruins to stop a magic storm. Because he was running on fumes, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

“Link! Do you have anything to cook?” Link snapped out of his momentary trance to see that Tulin had started a fire, and he nodded. He sat down beside his friend and took some fish and mushrooms from his bag, setting them in the pot to simmer.

And as soon as they began sizzling and the smell of food filled the air, Link’s mouth began to water.

“Gosh, that smells great! Where’d you learn to cook so good?” Tulin looked over at Link for his response, but to his surprise, he found the hero doubled over onto himself with both arms wrapped around his middle. A grimace was stuck on his face, and Tulin immediately rushed to his side.

“Link! Are you okay?” Link cracked an eye open to look at Tulin and nod slowly, but his body language, and his own body betrayed him as his stomach growled desperately. Link grunted in pain, and Tulin furrowed his brow.

“I’m glad we stopped, you sound really hungry… Hang on, I think the food’s done. If it’s not, then we can just put it back over the fire, right?” Tulin chattered, trying to make conversation to keep the mood up. Eventually Link was able to open both of his eyes only to see Tulin standing right in front of him: Holding a plate of delicious-looking roasted fish and mushrooms.

Link’s stomach grumbled again. But he shook his head, and pushed the plate away.

“Huh? What are you doing?”

Link pointed to the plate, and then pointed to Tulin.

“Me? Eat it?”

Link nodded. Tulin frowned.

“Well then how are you gonna get up to the flying ship? You gotta eat, Link… We don’t know what else is waiting for us out there! And I don’t want you to keep fighting on an empty stomach… You already got hurt.” Tulin reasoned. Link thought for a moment and glanced away, raising his hands to sign to Tulin:

‘U-R-A-K-I-D’

Tulin processed the signs for a second, gasping as soon as he put the sentence together.

“I’m not a kid!” He stamped his foot. “Is that why you won’t eat? That’s dumb. And no offense Link, but we were fending for ourselves just fine before you came to town. My scout teams are ah-mazing.”

Link was able to crack a small smile past the tearing ache in his belly at that, and Tulin sat down in front of him, setting the plate on the ground and staring Link down.

“We’re both eating. I don’t want you giving up stuff for me, because we’re supposed to help each other.” Tulin insisted.

And Link pursed his lips, sighed, and nodded.

“Yes! Oh, I call that mushroom though.” Tulin insisted as he swiped it off the plate. Link chuckled silently and reached for his own helping, opting to take a bite of the fish first.

“Mhmm…” Tulin looked up from his food upon Link’s wordless exclamation.

“You know, after all this, I get to go back to Rito Village and say that I saved Link! The Hero of Hyrule, cornered by monsters and weak from the cold, saved by the brave, Rito Warrior: Tulin!” He said exaggeratedly, and Link chuckled and rolled his eyes.

‘Don’t get too cocky.’

“Hey, what did you just say?”

Link just shrugged, feigning innocence. And as the meal settled in his tummy, he knew that he would have the strength to carry on alongside his friend.

[mentallyillcaterpillar]

Edited this while trying to convince my childhood best friend to watch Buddy Daddies with me. I suppose you all deserve to see it too.

[haunt3dtaylorsversion]

@irememberthinkingareweootwyet event | day three | OOTW bridge

I remember

[stripesdrawingadventures]

characters inspired by songs recommended to me #1

Aleph - Gesaffelstein @sleepdeprivedsimp234 ( I think it was your rec)

I got futuristic vibes so yeah here we are

I also have a tiktok now haha *dies*

[take-the-moon-take-the-sun]

Writing some lil somethin somethin for @intistone scars and scales. Lil angsty bit? Idk

Set after sun and moon trust YN a bit (enough to sleep a bit easier)

Angst, blood, mentions of torture and abuse to minors, might be comfort depends on how i feel when im done setting this up.

A stormy night ment everyone was staying in. It was getting pretty late and everyone was getting tired. Y/N had been sitting in the livingroom playing with Sun and Moon. They had been playing easy games like tic-tac-toe, connect four, and even some hide n seek. You are really glad for the hide n seek. You wanted them to feel safe in your house so the game was your way of getting them to explore. It worked perfectly too. Sun had a blast listening to you pretend to not know where he was hiding, you could hear him trying to hide his laughter from in the hall closet. Moon on the other had enjoyed seeking. It was crazy how good at it he was too. Clearly enjoyed the shock on your face when he found you, he decided to try and surprise you everytime he found you. Sun yulping with laughter as moon found him once again. All in all it was a fun evening for the kids, you had a fun time too enjoying seeing the kids act like kids. It was nice. But a yawn from Sun, then moon, followed by you, ment it was time for bed.

Clean up had taken a little while but soon enough you had the boys wrapped up on the couch in a little blanket fort you made with them. If it made them more comfortable then you could live with the mess of the living room. It was sweet to see them snuggle up one another. A small soft small on your face as you make your way to your bed. You felt kinda bad the boys had to sleep of the sofa but theres no way they would rather your bed when the living room was more open and not so closed off. You have taken to sleeping with your door open though. Just incase the kids need you or something happens in the night. But tonight you go to bed tired but for once in the past day with a light heart.

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He was running as fast as he could. They are gonna get him. Its going to hurt so much once they catch him. The pounding foot steps are getting closer. Not just humans after him. He can hear their paw pads hitting the concrete. Not the beasts too he doesnt wanna face the beasts. Pants as he round another corner only to find a dead end. He turns to find a big black beast snarling at him, teeth ready to attack. They lock eyes. His heart is pounding. The beast pounces. Biting hard into his arm, he had thrown them up to protect his face. Its teeth dig into his skin, sharp pain shoots through the bite and a scream is ripped from his mouth. But the scream is short as he lashes out with his other arm to claw at the beast. It clamps down harder so he is forced to claw at its eyes. The beast yowls and releases his arm finally. Blood flows freely from the bite but he can relaxe now. He knows they had time to catch up. Those humans. Those monsters. He hears a soft clapping as the humans loom over him. He feel so small.

A smile is across the humans face as they applaud his act of violence. He knows they like it when he attacks. Maybe hes appeased them enough and they wont punish him. No oh no their reaching into their pocket. The small remote is being taken out and before they can push a button he launches himself at them. He knows it probably wont end well but he has to try. He bites down as hard as he can on their leg. A yell is ripping through the air. Hes climbing the human, an arm slams down on his head, one blow, two, and by the third on he catches the arm in his teeth. He chomps down as hard as he can. If he can win he can escape. He can save his brother snd they can leave. He just has to stop this human from alerting the others. Another yell. But then his whole body feels like its been set on fire. The next yell is his as his collar is activated. Alerting the others and sending him horrible shocks. Normally they just send a quick shock but not this time. The human holds the button down as he continues to scream. The pain ripping through his body as he thrashes on the ground, having fallen from the human. All he can hear are his own screams as the shock goes on as if to never end.

Then it does. Panting he just lays there. But its not over the human has alerted others and they have arrived. He doesnt know how long he laid there gasping for air. Long enough for him to notice someone reaching for him. They grab his arm and jerk violently. He yelps but also quickly reaches for their hand with his bloodied claw and scratches. They released him and pulled their injured had away. Hes not done. Hes not giving up. Lowering himself to better defend he gets ready for another attack. More humans they all start reaching for him. So many hands grabbing for him. His breathing increases as he tried to swipe all the hands. Hes biting and swiping as best he can but some hands still reach him. No no no they cant get him. He bited down as hard as he can on the arm that had him. They yelp out, sounding nothing like the humans normally do but he doesnt notice. He has to defend himself. He cant let them get him. They are saying something to him. Almost like chanting. Its so loud. Hes cant hear any words just how loud it is. He grits his teeth and clamps his eyes shut. Hands coming uo to his head to try and block out the noise. Its so loud. Its like its inside his head. He cant take it….

Then moon wakes up. Eyes blast open as he panics finding himself in a humans grasp. He bits down again on their arm. Warm liquid fills his mouth, a horrible taste, as just as warm tears streak down his face. “Moon! Moon calm down!! Your ok its ok” its like a switch. All of a sudden he realises hes not in that horrible cold and clean place but in a warm messy room that is your living room. He makes eye contact with you as he realises hes still biting down hard on your arm. He quickly releases you from his grasp. You pay no mind to the injury and quickly go to making sure Moon is ok. “Hey kiddo you are ok, its ok. Your safe here moon your safe.” You gently resch out with your mostly uninjured arm. Pauses to make sure hes on with it, before patting his head gently. Hes eyes your injury but you speak up “hey im ok its alright, you alright now? I gotta go check on sun ok. You gonna be ok for a second over here?” He nods at you and as you walk away the words start to register in his head.

What’s wrong with his brother? Had he had a nightmare too? Was sun ok? He looks down at his claws to see them covered in blood. Did he attack you that much? His body is sore from his thrashing in his sleep but just sitting here in worry isnt gonna do him any good. Slowly he makes his way off the couch. The blanket fort had been torn down in YNS attempt to reach him. But wheres sun. He sees the bathroom light on and makes his way there. Theres a few drops of blood on the floor. He really bit you hard huh. But once he glances in the room he freezes. Sun sits there covered in scratches. He has tears flowing and is quietly sniffling as YN gently trys to tend to the more harsher gash on Suns hand. His brother looks up from the floor too lock eyes with Moon. Both frozen in place but the moment Sun calls out to him Moon bolts. Both sun and YN call out to him but neither follow. You hold Sun back as hes still bleeding from that gash on his hand and from the scratches all over his arms and a few on his face. You know hes worried about his brother, hell you are too, but you have to finish getting these cleaned up or else they could get infected and Sun already has a weaker constitution.

You sign as you return to cleaning Suns wounds. He doesnt fight you, probably knows he will get to looking for his brother sooner if he lets you finish. He winces as you start cleaning the cut in his face. Its right under his right eye. Its not deep at all and probably doesn’t even need a bandage. You set to making sure you have cleaned all the blood off him before you start to deal with your own wound. He sits silently, eyes unfocused on the floor as you hastily wrap your arm from Moons bites. Finally all set you kneel infront of Sun to try and catch his attention. He seems to have spaced out to some place dark. Gently you call out to him. “Hey sun.. you ok buddy?” He lifts his gaze to you, looking just as small as the night you had found him. “Its gonna be ok. You ready to go and find Moon?” That brings some life back to his eyes. Its like he realised he is in your home and not some horrible place. He nods and reaches out as you gently pick him up.

You carry him on your less injured arm. Sun calls out but Moon doesnt respond. Its like hours before. But this time its not a cute game of hide n seek and a child hiding because hes afraid and probably panicked. You have a guess as to where he might be. There he is, curled up under the coffee table again. The blanket has been pulled over him as you hear soft sniffling. Your heart once again being broken into small pieces as you kneel down to infront of the table. Gently you set Sun down. He freezes in place eyes the lump of blanket under the table. He looks so sad as he gently calls out to moon again. The sniffling lump goes quite and becomes still. Sun goes to say something else but stops. Its clear to you he doesnt know what to do. “Hey moon, buddy you wanna come out for us?” You step up as the adult you are and try to help. You should know what to do but no one told you how to handle this situation.

Theres a soft rustle of the blanket as Moon moves around to try and hide even more, trying to make himself as small as possible. “Moon its ok, we know you didnt mean to. Come out buddy you arent in trouble.” He shakes his head, though you and Sun can hardly tell what hes doing. He hurt you and he hurt Sun. He hurt his brother. Whats wrong with him. Hes a monster. Hes just like those horrible humans hurting his brother. Sending his own brother to that dark place he knows too well. He could see is in Suns eyes. He did that. They had been right. They told him he would do nothing but hurt his bother and it had come true. With his own claws. The blood he could still see it even though YN had wiped them off. There under the edge of his nails was his own brothers blood. Sun probably hates him. That thought shook him to his core. His brother probably hates him. Suns going to want him to leave, and he should. Hes gonna be alone. Hes never been alone like that. Suns always been there for him and now hes gonna be left alone. Hes doesnt want to be alone. Please dont leave him alone. Hes sorry hes so sorry. He doesnt want to be alone. “m sorry im sorry please dont leave me alone m sorry please km sorry im sorry” a little mantra spills from him.

Suns breath hitches as he understands what his brother is thinking and repeating. Slowly he pulls himself up to the mumbling heap of blanket. And reaches out. He hesitated once but then pats the blanket. Moon get knocked back into reality as Sun slowly un wraps Moon from the blanket. Sun gasps once he finally finds Moons face. Tears streaming down his face and his face fills with fear at sign of Sun. Sun freezes. Then slowly reaches out for Moons face. Moon finches but doesn’t pull away. If Sun wants to return the favour of scratching up his face he thinks it’s deserved. But instead Sun gently wipes away the tears from Moons cheek. Moon looks up to lock eyes with Sun who just offers a weak smile. After a moment Moon leaps forward to hug his brother. Tears flowing as he spews apology after apology. Clutching Sun like his life depends on it. Sun hugging his brother back his own tears start to fall again as he reassures Moon he never wants to leave him.

[smalltownslasher]

Deadpool

fourth of july fireworks with deadpool!

a/n: hey so i love july 4th because i live in a state that tourists drive out to to buy fireworks so i get to watch their dumbfuck faces get blown off/hj

content warnings: mentions of ptsd/flashbacks (deadpool was in the military so-)

deadpool has a complicated relationship with fireworks

on the one hand, big boom in the sky goes boom! hell yes.

on the other hand, it sounds like gunshots, and they're getting closer, and there's civilians everywhere-

so headphones help.

he still loves them, albeit the noise, and will clamber up fire escapes and on top of rooftops to huddle under a blanket with you.

he'll marvel (hah) at the colors exploding in the sky (much better with military grade earmuffs,) and scream over the explosions.

it's basically fire in the sky, with how populated new york is, with anywhere you look being bathed in the light. it makes the fourth of july his one of his favorite parts of the year.

(even if he is canadian)

so yeah, be prepared to get pulled out of bed and bullied into sitting on a rooftop until the wee hours of the morning so you can see just one more, y/n? c'moooon, they're so cool. c'mooooon!

[atomicami]

boyfriend’s mom abby is up now

[briefcasejuice]

for: @itwasthereaminuteago

marvel's daredevil - 2.07 charlie cox as matt murdock