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tojipie · 5 months

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˚ ✧ content: first-time parent toji, doctor reader, fluff, brief mentions of injury

“oh— hey! found one more for you down the hall.” a dreaded patient chart is thrust into your arms before you can tell the cheery nurse that your shift is already over.

“great,” you mutter, tiredly scanning the stack of paperwork as you make your way down the hall. it was way too late for this.

2-year-old male, already triaged and x-rayed. drove in by his dad about 2 hours ago. nothing too extensive, wouldn’t take more than an hour to get him sent home.

soft cries greet you at the door to the examination room, a hushed voice— his father— attempting to console the child.

“megs, c'mon. you’re gonna be okay! these are good people.” the older man whispers, sighing as the toddler’s sobs only grow louder.

your knock silences them both, the little boy trying to put on a strong face for you despite the little sniffles wracking his chest.

the kid is a carbon copy of his dad, donning the same shaggy black hair and big green eyes. the toddler looks up at you hesitantly, long lashes slick with tears.

“see? doctor’s here,” his dad coos, feigning fake excitement as you shut the door behind you. you can hear the quiver in his voice as he says it, anxiety eating away at his composure.

first-time parent you think, cute. always more terrified than the child. always.

“how’s our little trooper doing?” you smile, sympathetic to both their states. the younger boy says nothing, wiping the wetness from his face with his good arm. poor baby.

“fell off his trike in the driveway,” the father explains, shaking his head. he was charming, soft-spoken yet commanding respect. gnarled edges of a scar gracing the side of his mouth.

“can i see? just want to have a better look at the injury site,” you say calmly, snapping on a pair of blue gloves.

“show her where it hurts kiddo,” he asks tenderly, wincing as you take the ice pack off to expose the child’s swollen wrist.

megumi looks up at you curiously as you examine the injury, exhausted from a mix of pain and sleep deprivation.

“mama?” he mumbles, idly kicking his feet in his father’s lap.

“no bud not mama.” the older man laughs, clearly embarrassed. you feel your heart twinge just a bit at the adorable show of confusion.

“no broken skin, the joint is still aligned too.” you say confidently, placing the ice pack back. “likely not a break or a dislocation but i’ll look at the x-rays just so we’re positive, sound good?”

the father nods quietly, hugging his son to his chest.

“his mom was never in the picture, s’ hard handling him alone,” the older man doesn’t follow up on his comment, leaving it at that.

you nod. “i’m sorry.”

“toji,” he mumbles.

“i’m sorry, toji.”

it doesn’t take long for you to go over the blue images. an intact bone stands out against the illuminated wall, not a break thankfully. the stranger catches on soon enough, tension leaving his body at the good news.

“looks like it’s just a sprain,” you say, pointing to the image.

“see that kiddo?” he whispers, turning the little boy’s head toward you. “s’ nothing.”

“nofing?” megumi mumbles, clearly too tired to pay attention anymore. shy as a bunny.

“you’re gonna want to ice and elevate for at least the next two days, you should see a full recovery by then but if not i want you to come right back, okay?” you explain.

the father nods, propping his little boy down on the floor as you type out your post-visit instructions.

“say thank you to the pretty doctor megs,” he encourages, chuckling as the little boy waddles over to hug your leg with his good arm. so incredibly tiny.

pretty huh? you could get used to that.

“fank you.” his sweet voice latches onto your tired heart and melts you from the inside. megumi slumps down against your shoe as sleep takes over, caught under the arms and swept into his dad’s arms in an instant.

#fushiguro toji x reader #toji fluff #toji x reader fluff #toji x reader #fushiguro toji #jjk toji #toji headcanons #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin #toji imagine #toji fushiguro #zenin toji #dilf toji #jujutsu toji #toji #toji drabbles #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons

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dilfsfordinner · 9 months

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a/n- this is so sad to think about

summary- megumi is curious about his “mom’s” current situation… ft husband!gojo x pregnant reader

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“Why are you so big?”

A choked cough caught in your throat at the little boy’s comment, his big, bug-like eyes scanning your belly as you fought to hold in a laugh, arm wrapping around his shoulders to pull him closer, his little form curled into your side on the couch.

“Your little brother is the reason, I’m afraid,” your voice was soft as you eyed him, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion before his fingers latched onto your swollen belly, tiny digits pulling at the fabric of your top to reveal the skin underneath, your stomach now completely bare before him.

Megumi looked as if your reply was the most confusing thing to ever cross his mind, his nose scrunching as he pondered the meaning of your words before his eyes locked on yours again. “But I thought babies came from birds?”

An amused sigh left your lips as you wondered who had told him such a thing, a certain white-haired man coming to mind as if in answer. “Megs, don’t listen to what that idiot has to say,” you hummed, your palm cupping his cheek before brushing his dark locks out of his face.

“And who is this idiot, I wonder?” a familiar voice spoke in your ear, a surprised yelp coming from you at Gojo’s sudden presence. Your surprise quickly turned to anger, however, as you felt a restless kick delivered to your lower abdomen, your hand flying out to slap your husband against the chest, a gasp coming from his lips in faux hurt.

“You’ll scare the baby, Satoru,” came your muttered reply, his legs quickly maneuvering over the back of the couch to land next to you, long arm shooting out to pull you and Megumi into a smushed, side hug. “I love you too,” he smiled as he left a kiss to your cheek, one hand snaking around your torso to cradle your bare belly, the other ruffling the boy’s hair while he was distracted.

“You’re the idiot!” Megumi blurted, fingers slapping Gojo’s hand away as you scoffed, a facetious ‘thanks megs’ slipping from your lips before Gojo hummed gratefully for the boy’s insight. “And why am I the subject of your bullying?” he purred into your ear, your eyes turning to look at him far more eagerly than he anticipated.

“Megumi was wondering where kids come from. You should tell him, Toru,” you said sweetly, a grin starting to pull at your lips as his own fell from his face, the tips of his ears turning red as well as a light blush creeping up his neck. You watched as he looked at the waiting Megumi, his innocent eyes staring into Gojo’s own, waiting for his answer.

A gulp came from your husband, his long fingers rubbing your belly as if for reassurance before he confidently said, “It’s just as I said, Megs, a white bird came into our room at night and gave her your soon-to-be brother. That’s all there is to it.”

Megumi maybe thought his answer to be true, or maybe he didn’t, he didn’t seem to care though, a smile pulling at his cheeks as he watched you struggle to hit Gojo over the head, frustrated huffs coming from you as Satoru himself just grinned, your shared voices eventually twining into comfortable conversation as the little boy snuggled up to your stomach, the soft words the two of you shared pushing him closer and closer to drowsiness, and ultimately, the hands of his afternoon nap.

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#he would be the best dad smh #why do i want a baby so bad #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x female reader #jjk fluff #gojo x reader

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jaegersdevil · 4 months

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the proposal on new year's day [satoru x reader]

“happy new year!”

you smiled softly at satoru from across the crowded room. despite the argument you’d defused earlier between him and his students, you could tell he regretted not being by your side when the clock ticked over to 12am.

you felt someone shove your shoulder, and then shoko’s voice was low in your ear. “he won’t stop pouting. please put us all out of our misery.”

you giggled, raising your eyebrows at the white-haired man, who made his pout more prominent. rolling your eyes, you wished shoko a happy new year and made your way towards your overgrown child of a lover.

“done being stubborn?” you chided, voice light and teasing but irritated. he hadn't spoken to you since you'd taken the side of his students instead of his, despite not knowing the topic of discussion. honestly, you'd thought the whole thing was a joke, going off the smirk megumi wore.

"i was," he winked. "but now that you've said that, i might continue."

"satoru—" you started.

"gojo!"

"sensei!"

you spun around and were met with a familiar mop of pink hair flanked by a copper bob and a spiky black haircut.

"megs," you mumbled, wrapping your arm around his shoulder and turning to face satoru, all in one motion.

"has he given up yet?" megumi asked, narrowing his eyes at his father figure. his expression was bored like he'd done this ten times already, it confused the hell out of nobara and yuuji.

you sighed and opened your mouth to speak when satoru cut in.

"no, i, in fact, have not!" he held his finger up, blindfold hiding his azure eyes and provoking gaze.

nobara rolled her eyes so hard her head lolled. "you're being ridiculous!"

yuuji nodded. "sensei, you could just—"

"no! i won't."

you refrained from rubbing your face with your hand. "'toru."

"yes, my love?"

yuuji huffed and dug his hand into his pocket. you instantly recognised what he held in his palm, heat rising to your cheeks at the presence of it.

satoru made a noise and scrabbled to capture the box in his student's hand. "bad yuuji!"

the students laughed, but your gaze remained on satoru.

"you ruined this yourself. we had nothing to do with this, gojo."

you pursed your lips, watching satoru attempt to shove the box into his own pocket.

"you're married already, i don't know why this is such big deal," megumi uttered, voice low when satoru glared at him. you tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing.

you hadn't even known what the argument was about, only that satoru had fucked up and the kids were angry at him for it.

"the big deal is," nobara said, stepping closer to the white-haired man. "that if you hadn't mistaken the real box with the empty one, then you'd already be engaged."

"what if i meant to propose with an empty box? hm? ever thought of that kugisaki?"

"you lost the ring!" yuuji shook his head. "and then we had to go buy a new one for you. i'd say that's a pretty big deal."

your eyes widened, and you felt your chest swelling with joy. it was like satoru forgot you were standing there when he turned his attention to you, his expression lighting up.

"baby," he whispered. your eyes filled with tears at the softness in his voice.

"you're kidding," you laughed. "that's what this whole thing was about?"

yuuji and nobara stood in confusion and silence as you wiped the tears from under your eyes.

"you're not mad?" satoru asked, fishing the box from his pocket.

"why would i be mad?" you smiled tearily at him. "you could propose to me with a fucking stick, and i'd say yes, you big goof."

the kids' faces lit up as they collectively turned to see gojo's reaction.

"well, on that note," satoru said, narrowing his eyes at the kids. "get out of here brats, i've got to propose to my wife on new year's day"

"not your wife yet," nobara muttered, turning around.

megumi bumped her shoulder with his. "he's proposed like eleven times already, they've been married forever. it's tradition at this point. this year it's on new year's day."

nobara and yuuji peered over their shoulders to look at the two of you kissing. "weirdos."

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ponderingmoonlight · 2 months

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How about gojo when he doesn't realize you're trying to have a serious conversation untill u start crying

"Oh c'mon, you just need something sweet", Gojo purrs and smacks your back in a miserable attempt to cheer you up.

"I feel like I can't do anything right..."

"You're good in looking good I'd say", he jokes around.

You feel horrible. The things you saw today, your mistake almost leading to Megumi's death. Why? Why weren't you fast enough? If Shoko isn't able to stitch him up, if he's left with disabilities or injuries...

All of that, just because you're weak.

"He could have died today...", you mumble, throat getting tight.

"I mean, Shoko spent the whole evening stitching Megs up. Damn, I really need to give her a call now that I think of it..."

You hold your breath, desperately try to stop yourself from crying while Satoru continues to ponder about the nasty things that happened today - because of you.

Of course you are very aware of the fact that you aren't as strong as he is. Depite being a teacher yourself, all of the first year students will surpass your level of skill sooner or later. But still, you are their teacher, it's your responsibility to look out for them, to protect them. And you failed miserably.

"Did you see that hole in his head-"

"I know that I fucked up, okay?", you bark at him so suddenly that Gojo flinches back.

Fuck, now you hate yourself even more. Your eyes start to burn underneath the heavy weight of your guilt, flashbacks of Megumi's lifeless body hunting you down.

"Hey, are you cryin'?"

Out of instinct you jump out of your seat. No, there is no way in hell you'll cry like a baby in front of him, you'll get out of here and ignore him until he eventually forgets about your crucial mistakes.

"Don't run away from me."

Gently, he grabs your shoulder and stops you from opening the door.

"I didn't know you take this so seriously, (y/n). I'm really sorry-"

"Because it is, Satoru! Megumi almost died because of me. I'm his teacher, it's my job to protect him and I failed miserably, I'm a-"

"Stop. Look at me."

He cups your face with his hands, forces you to meet his soft gaze.

"None of this is your fault, okay? You did a great job down there, caring for every single one of them. Yeah, Megumi got hit, but he would be dead if it wasn't for you. Don't be so hard on yourself."

"Easy to say when you're the strongest", you mutter, earning a heartfelt laugh from him.

"Only because of your support, sweet cheeks."

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blackypanther9 · 1 month

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Gossip between Father and Daughter – Father!Alastor x Daughter!Reader

A/N: I decided to do this Oneshot/Headcanon for both, alive!Alastor x daughter!Reader and Demon!Alastor x Daughter!Reader. Enjoy ! (Picture belongs to rightful owner !)

TAGLIST!: @meg-giry1 @wen01203

WARNING!: mentions of the S word, name calling, insults, mentions of cheating, Vox and the other Vees get bullied in public AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

Human!Dad!Alastor x Human!Daughter!Reader:

When you start to talk about new Gossip:

Alastor was cooking Dinner as suddenly you bashed open the door, scaring the living daylights out of your Father. He quickly looked at you and made a face to scold you.

“Mon ange (My Angel), are you planning to give your dear ol’ Father a heart attack ?”

You ignored his scolding and gave him a big grin with a twinkle in your eyes. Alastor got intrigued.

“You will NEVER believe what I’ve heard, Papa ! That is some interesting tea indeed !”, you announced happily.

Your Father cocked his head to the side in curiosity, his smile not leaving, but it shrunk in curiosity and confusion.

“Oh ? What happened, Cher ?”

You entered the kitchen fully, pulled out a chair, sat down and looked at him.

“You do know Felicia Monrue, right ? You reported about her last week in your Broadcast, because she got caught drunk, even though there was no giggle water (Alcohol) allowed and she had to pay a hefty debt as punishment.”

“Ah...yes, I do remember her indeed. Hoho ! Such a gal getting caught.”, Alastor laughed out in humor, “Couldn’t even hold her own liquor, hahaha !”

You nodded eagerly.

“Well guess what !”

“What is it, mon petit (Little one) ?”

You looked around the house, as if anyone was listening in, then bounced and gave him a big mischievous smirk.

“Rumors have it, that she was spotted a few times with different men on her arm. She brought them home and someone heard lewd noises, while one of her neighbors swore they saw her and the different men in her bedroom, doing the forbidden act ! Can you believe it ?!”

Alastor took a sip of water, which he promptly spat out in shock, as you said that. He stared at you, then looked at his glass of water, then at the food he was cooking, then back to you and back at his drink.

“Am I sure that I am drinking water right now ?”, he muttered in shock.

“You are, Papa ! Stop being so silly !”, you replied laughing.

He looked at you again.

“You aren’t talking nonsense, right, Dear ? That poor Lady surely could never do such a scandalous thing.”

You shook your head.

“I really heard it, from more than one person too ! It already goes around like wildfire, Papa ! One even said that they have a picture of it ! If this gets out into the newspaper, her clothes store will shut down forever !”

Your Father shook his head and looked at his food, sighing in disappointment.

“Such a fine Dame and no class... Didn’t her parents teach her any manners ? How scandalous !”

You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a grin.

“Maybe it is just a faux, Papa, but it would be entertaining if it was true ! Don’t you agree ?”

“It sure would be, Cher. Anything else you heard rumors about, hmm ?”, your Father asked you amused.

“Oh ! There are new rumors about the Bayou Killer too.”

“Oh, do let me know ! I’d LOVE to hear their theories !”, your Father said enthusiastically.

“Some speculate now that it is a butcher and others that it is a doctor ! How ridiculous is that ?!”, you said laughing.

For a second the kitchen was silent and then Alastor broke out into laughter and he shook his head.

“A-a WHAT now ?! Hahahaha !”

Alastor laughed so hard that he wiped a tear away from his right eye. You looked at your Father in amusement.

“Stupid, isn’t it ? They really think you are a Doctor or even a Butcher ! I mean...you kind of are a Butcher, but at the same time, you are not !”

Alastor snorted in amusement and continued to cook Dinner, while you told him all the Gossip you heard and he discussed it all with you, happy to listen to anything you heard.

When Alastor starts to talk about new Gossip:

You were just returning from a quick shopping spree with some groceries as you saw your Father with a huge mischievous grin on his face. He took a few bags from you and you both started to fill the kitchen cabinets and fridge with your catches that you got from the stores.

You knew that glint in your Father’s eyes. He heard something scandalous and amusing. You couldn’t wait.

As soon as you both finished, you entered the Living room and sat down on the couch, your Father sat down in the armchair.

“Alright, Dad, spill the tea. What rumors have you heard, hmm ?”, you pressed.

Alastor looked at you with one of his hugest smiles and started to chuckle.

“Do you remember Gwen Kosiak from my workplace, who quit his job not long ago ?”, your Father asked you.

“Yes. Why ?”

“Well my dear child, he was married and they seemed happy. Suddenly they divorced out of nowhere. Rumors have it that he cheated on his wife with the housemaid !”

You covered your mouth in shock.

“No way !”, you gasped out.

“Yes indeedy !”

You started to let out a chuckle.

“I would have never expected that from Gwen.”

“Me neither, Cher ! Me neither !”

You both chuckled and as it calmed down, your Father smirked.

“There has also been the rumor going around that the dress shop, you love to visit so frequently, is going bankrupt, because the owner of the store refuses to pay the rent !”

You stared at your Father gob smacked.

“Seriously ?”

All your Father did was nod.

“Indeedy !”

You leaned back in shock, then your face saddened.

“A real shame, guess I should look for a new favorite dress store then.”, you muttered.

“You definitely should, Cher !”, Alastor encouraged.

You could see that he wasn’t finished yet, so you waited for him to start the next section of discussion to gossip about.

“Also, Mrs. Tiana gave birth to her and her husband’s offspring ! The spawn looks nothing like them ! Hahaha !”

“You don’t think that she was going behind her husband’s back, do you ?”

“I think she was, Cher !”

“My, how scandalous ! Was it truly that bad ?”

“The child didn’t have their skin color, nor their hair color ! The child’s skin color was almost like mine and the hair was ginger ! Both of them were white and one had blond hair while the other had black hair. They both said that none in their Family tree had a different skin color, nor ginger hair ! So it just can’t be his offspring.”

You covered your mouth in shock.

“I never would have thought of Mrs. Tiana as a harlot.”, you muttered.

“None of us did, mon Cher ! Yet, here we are !”

The two of you continued to gossip and talk about rumors for a while. Alastor was always happy to listen, theorize with you and to talk about everything. He was almost like a woman, chattering about all the scoundrels that were talked about and you LOVED your Dad for that. He was practically both to you. A Mother and a Father. You never lacked anything.

In Hell:

When you start gossip:

Your Father was just about to wrap up his Broadcast in Hell, as you stormed inside. He looked at you startled, his Deer ears standing on high alert. As soon as he saw you, he rolled his eyes gently, scolding himself in his thoughts, that he got scared of you.

“Father, guess what !”, you announced happily.

Oh, he knew by that voice that you heard some gossip. He turned to you, leaving his broadcast on for now.

“What is it, Cher ?”, he asked.

“I heard some interesting tea about the Vees ! Wanna hear it ?!”

He perked up and looked at you highly interested. He snapped another chair into existence next to him and gestured for you to sit down. You did so eagerly.

“Now, what was that, Cher ?”, he asked, interested.

You were bouncing up and down on your chair.

“So, apparently Valentino and Vox are in a on and off relationship, just to screw each other, when Valentino’s harlots are too busy ! How desperate is that, Papa ?! Hahaha !”

Alastor, who sipped his black coffee, spat it back out and coughed into his sleeve from shock. Then he chuckled.

“That sounds pathetically desperate ! Hahaha ! I never thought that Vox would sink even lower than he already did !”, your Father laughed out.

“I didn’t know that Valentino was so depraved and pathetically desperate that he even fucks his own harlots ! Hahaha ! That just shows how unwanted he is !”, you laughed out.

“True, true, my Dear !”

“Oh, oh ! And have you heard that the Demon, Velvet dated, broke up with her ?!”

“Applesauce, mon petit !”, he yelled in fake shock.

“It’s true, Papa ! They apparently were dining in a restaurant and suddenly the man said that he is dumping her ass, then left the restaurant without paying too ! She left it, looking like a mess ! I bet the other two Vees had to coddle her to make it better ! HA ! How fucking pathetic for an Overlord !”

Alastor laughed loudly at that and petted your head, affectionately.

“Also, Vox tried to copy your Radio Station to make Radio Broadcasts himself, to grow bigger ! Can you believe how desperate that flat faced idiot is ?! Hahaha !”

“Is that so, Cher ?”, Alastor said partly amused, partly triggered.

“He tried to hide it from you too ! Sadly someone from his team snitched ! Hahahaha !”, you confirmed with laughter.

“Hmmm. Interesting indeed, Cher !”

“Also, some guests in Valentino’s porn clubs said that the hygiene in the bathrooms, of all the clubs, are so nasty that no one even wants to take a dump there ! Hahaha ! That insect is destroying his own image !”, you cackled out.

Alastor laughed at that.

“Well, what did you expect from a moth, Cher ? That they are clean ?”

“You would think his business and his employees means something to him, but it seems it wants to go broke soon enough !”

Alastor just chuckled and already planned how to teach Vox a lesson, for trying to take over Radio, HIS specialty.

The Broadcast went 30 minutes longer, discussing and gossiping about the Vees mostly.

After they finished their Broadcast, they saw that all of Pentagram City had a blackout. Welp, they fried Vox then with the other two Vees.

When Alastor starts gossip:

You both visited Rosie, just to catch up a bit and that was where everything went down. From a small pleasant exchange of how you all three have been, it turned into gossiping.

“My Dear, you have to be pulling our legs.”, Alastor accused Rosie in disbelief.

“I am not, Al ! I promise ya ! He really tried to eat her !”, Rosie insisted.

You just laughed and ate another finger that Rosie offered. You rarely did eat her treats that she offered, but today you were fine with it. Rosie knew about your picky diet swings, so she never felt insulted.

“What about you, Dear ? Any interesting gossip ?”, Rosie asked you.

“Oh quite some interesting ones, indeed !”, you replied.

“Oh do spill the tea, Dearie !”, Rosie said in excitement.

“Well, I heard that Zestial had three Sons and they are all down here. They say that Zestial hid them from everyone, because they are not very strong and he is ashamed of them.”

“Oh my...”, Rosie said in shock and intrigue.

Alastor was in slight shock and very interested in it.

“I will ask Zest about it tomorrow. After all we are supposed to meet up at Carmilla’s tomorrow. He is always there.”, you told her.

“Oh please do ask him ! I would love to know if these rumors are true !”

Then she turned to Alastor.

“And you, my friend ? What did you catch ?”

Alastor chuckled.

“A lot of people are starting to question Queen Lilith’s absence. Many say that she made a Deal with the Holy Gates. Others say that she got exterminated.”

“Hah ! As if anyone could kill our Queen ! She would NEVER agree to make a Deal with the Angels either ! How silly !”

Alastor chuckled and nodded, agreeing with Rosie, while you just shook your head in amusement.

“Also, it was rumored that Overlord Missi Zilla was seen with a lowlife Sinner, getting a bit steamy in an alley way.”

“No way !”, Rosie and you yelled.

“Yes, yes, indeedy !”, Alastor insisted.

Rosie leaned back.

“Oh my stars...”, she muttered.

“Who do you think it was ?”, you asked the two other Overlords.

“All I have heard was that the Demon Sinner was a bull. There was nothing else.”, Alastor chimed in.

“As if Missi would stoop that low.”, you scoffed.

“You never know, my Dear !”

And the gossip with Rosie and Alastor would continue for a long while, while you chimed in and shared your own gossip. You saw Rosie like a Mother figure and your Father didn’t mind it a bit. He was glad you liked Rosie.

You three Overlords would gossip for hours.

Alastor is a HUGE fan of gossip. You never know what interesting information you will hear, after all.

He would gossip with you, his beloved Daughter, like women would gossip amongst each other.

He would try and see if you were pulling his leg or not, but most of the times you were serious.

As soon as he got interesting gossip, he would immediately sit down with you and share, loving to bond with you over simple gossip.

He would always share a few laughs with you here and there.

He loves it when you have gossip/information about his enemies/victims. Somehow you just KNEW where and how to get the interesting tea ! He couldn’t be prouder !

He would never shut you down if you wanted to gossip with him. He would always listen and throw in his input/opinion on the matters discussed.

He is the perfect person to gossip with and so are you and Rosie.

I hope I hit the mark with this ! ^^'

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midnightwriter21 · 1 month

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Left A Mark (megumi x reader fluff)

characters: megumi fushiguro x reader, gojo, itadori, nobara

warnings: FLUFFFFFFF

AN: this is short but cute asf. kinda ooc megumi? but i think he’s soft for his partner and i own jjk so it’s actually canon (i wish)

A voice calls from the front door, “Hey, i’m heading out. I gotta meet up with the others for a mission…”

Swiping the applicator across her lips to finish her makeup, Y/N calls back, “Okay, one second! Don’t leave yet!”

Quickly gathering her purse and other necessary belongings she walks from the bedroom to the front door to meet her dark haired boyfriend.

“I’m leaving too. I gotta go to the store and buy some groceries.”

He looks down at her with a small smile, “You look beautiful today.”

“You say that everyday, Meg.” Y/N giggles

He huffs a laugh, opening the front door and letting her walk out first, “Because it’s true. You look beautiful everyday.”

He closes and locks the door behind him, “This job won’t take long. I’ll be home in about an hour or two.”

“Okay, i’ll be home around then too,” Y/N reaches up and plants a kiss on his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” And he’s off to meet his classmates.

As he walks to the meeting spot at Jujutsu High Megumi notices the stares he’s getting from others. Some laughing slightly, some smiling, and a few glancing at him and saying, ‘awww’.

“The hell are they looking at..?” He grumbles under his breath.

Finally walking up to his class mates, Yuji is the first to notice him and wave him over, “Hey man, cmon! What took you so lo-… Oh?”

A shit eating grin crawls it’s way up Yuji’s face. Used to Yuji’s antics, Megumi ignores it. Until Yuji involves Nobara.

A sharp elbow to her side followed with a, “Look! Look!”, from Yuji catches her attention. Quickly, Nobara and Yuji are sporting matching smiles.

Nobara laughs, “You must’ve been busy, huh? That’s why you’re late.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Megumi responds, “Busy? I wasn’t busy. I was at home.”

“Yeahhhh, I bet you were at home,” Yuji cackles, “in bed!”

“So what? Didn’t have anything better to do before this. Why does that matter?” Megumi mutters.

As Megumi quickly becomes the source of Yuji and Nobara’s teasing, a loud voice interrupts, “WOAH! Megumi! You’re a little show off aren’t ya!”

Satoru Gojo, first year sensei at Jujutsu High and the bane of Megumi’s existence.

Turning to look at his sensei, Megumi finally asks, exasperated, “What the hell is everyone talking about and staring at me for?”

Giggling manically, Gojo hands him his cellphone, “Hehe, why don’t you take a look.”

Taking the phone and casting a quick glance at his reflection in the front facing camera Megumi’s jaw drops, “Wha-… what the hell?”

Sitting there, smack in the middle of his cheek, is a lipstick mark in the shape of his girlfriend’s lips.

Face turning bright red, Megumi hands the phone back to his sensei and grumbles, “Just shut the hell up and stop staring at me.”

Que Nobara, Yuji, and Gojo singing in unison, “Oooooooo Megumi is in looooovvveeeeee~”

“Be quiet you three idiots!”

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

Having returned from the grocery store not long ago, Y/N busied herself by putting the groceries away. Just as she’s reaching for the last grocery bag, the front door clicks open.

“Meg? Is that you?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’m home!” Megumi answers.

“I’m in the kitchen! How was the mission?”

Shrugging out of his uniform jacket, Megumi makes his way to the kitchen, “It was okay. Gojo and the others are annoying as ever.”

Giggling, Y/N turns to face him, “Well you know how those three can b- oh?”

At her noise of surprise, Megumi looks up at her, “What?”

“Megs… uh.. your cheek?” Y/N gestures to her own.

“Oh yeah… Thanks for that by the way,” he sighs, “Gojo, Nobara, and Yuji gave me hell with all the teasing.”

Y/N laughs lightly, walking up to him and putting a hand over the kiss mark, “Why didn’t you just wipe it off?”

Megumi looks at her confused, “Why would I do that?”

“So nobody teases you for it?”

Megumi scoffs, placing his hands on Y/N’s hips and pulling her close, “I don’t care about their teasing that much. Besides they’re just jealous.”

Y/N smiles, questioning, “Jealous of what exactly?”

“Jealous that I have someone like you to come home to.”

Y/N blushes at his answer, before he speaks again, “And… it was kinda like you were with me all day today. But now that I’m here with you…,” he picks her up ignoring her squeak of surprise, and walks toward the bathroom, “… now I can wash it off.”

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getodrools · 3 months

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𐙚 BETTER THAN HIM: MEGUMI FUSHIGURO!

IN WHICH, step son! megumi looks too much like his father the longer he trains, and it seems like he does have a type after all…

I 𝓲. I MDNI ୨୧ milf! reader. step cest. aged-up characters. age gap: reader; 30s + meg; mid 20s. mommy kink-ish. creampie. infediality. quickie. | WC –> 1.1k+ est ! !

NOTE. this is a repost from my old blog !! :p

fuck.

YOUR WEDDED HUSBAND SURE did have some nice genes… watching closely how your stepson walked around the house so mellow; head sulking but chest exposed and puffed out, stacked muscles relaxed but yet, so toned of quiet determination — of a growing man willing and able to put in daily effort to achieve such a hefty and big…

big goal.

and you couldn't help yourself either, the obvious liking to the fushiguro blood was clear. megumi just gave off that same gruff and manly feel your husband does, especially the longer he stayed at jujutsu tech.

it's been almost a decade. and you can most certainly tell it took its toll on him – all that hard work and scars of stories running along barred skin was catching. it reminded how you'd kiss at toji’s... megumi, just got more… raunchy the last time you've seen him is all.

yet, megumi just had something more to him.

he's a younger version of your husband — almost identically now, but of course, more fit and kept up with, more endurance, more stamina…

but not any less experienced.

and it seemed like megumi had a good taste in women just like his father too. always catching sneaky eyes wondering down your blouse whenever you were cleaning – catching how he would hug you a lot tighter when you wore little dresses — mainly to impress your husband but that tight squeeze at your sides and bright smile before muttering out how lucky his father is makes you feel…

special.

that special feeling sparked up once again soon as your husband went to go get more booze and lottery tickets; megumi was beginning to help around more often – lifting heavier things that needed to be moved for spring cleaning. you'd catch yourself imagining how much of a hard time your husband would have given you about that… but megumi made sure you didn't need to overstep yourself with simple things. wanting to be more of a help for you, his mother idle, an older fine woman — how sweet he was.

“my father doesn't deserve you.” words that finally pinned your feelings together, and it quickly lead to bumping and a few vases to fall.

…

“mom–my..!” tepid lips almost quivering in sync with the shake of his timbre voice dropping an octave.

his cock curves just like his father's – slightly to the right with a pretty flushed tip, heavy balls too, feeling them hit right against your puffy clit at each rough thrust. and at each barreling plunge of his cock stuffing you full, he forces a low rumble of swears on your tongue to echo in your bedroom; even clammy hands to twist harder into the sheets your husband was just sulking on.

your needy cunt squeezed down hard around the base of his jamming cock, feeling how eager he was to fill you up the second his tip kissed your sopping entrance, never leaving your needy hole.

“oh! gumii! like that-- yes!”

there was one big difference between the two men. megumi had the stamina and understanding to make you feel beyond pleasure; he knows when to go faster or harder with deeper strokes, or how he understands when your hands would reach for mercy only to keep pounding that one soft spot, knowing you're only chasing that needed high.

not toji though, toji fucked you silly. he fucked you on his cock ‘till he came. no actual tender care, only a pounding until his problems felt an inch better. of course, toji made your tummy rise, no doubt, but you've always desired more than just to be filled up and left for some booze.

megumi knows what you've been wanting, what you've been craving for.

the feeling of being young again. that feeling of being fucked like some groupie at a frat house, and it makes him smile even harder watching how desperate you were about it; watching those pretty hips roll back with every grind – wordless heavy breaths in his ear of how good he was making you feel.

of how much you love his cock.

the long strides made you speak tongue. babbling on how much he makes you feel, and your wet tongue that hangs out twists. panting out how much he wasn't like his father ‘till he popped a messy knot of spunk in you.

the front door swings open, and heavy feet trail off somewhere in another room.

“y/n! there's glass on the floor! clean it up.”

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churipu · 1 month

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★ ─── KILLSWITCH LULLABY . . . ( 04 )

warnings. cursing, toji vs parenting, in a world where toji actually takes care of baby gumi, gumi is at least 8 months old, non! sorcerer au, infant doctor! reader, toji uses the zenin clan name, but baby gumi is a fushiguro (takes after his mother), reader wears a light pink colored lip balm.

note. this is also a little rushed, and it is not proofread.

-> series masterlist.

toji's always been told that he was a fast learner in the past — and he never has really accustomed himself as one. until he's managed to perfect his first latte art after just a few days of training, considering he's a beginner revolving coffee, creamer, latte art; it's amazing.

"you're a fast one, aren't you? where've you been all this time?" (cousin) crossed his arms, leaning his hip onto the counter behind toji.

"this is easy," toji mutters out, the coffee cup sitting tight on the palm of his hand — he looks at the half-full cafe, megumi squirming around in his slightly oversized blue colored onesie, "stop movin' around, megumi."

"think he should be crawling around at that age," toji hears your cousin chimes in, eyeing megumi who has been squirming uncomfortably non-stop for at least the last ten minutes, "has he ever crawled before?"

now that he thinks about it — toji has never really seen megumi crawl, the most is sit up right. but other than that, toji has been megumi's main transport, carrying the infant everywhere they go, "not really, i've been carrying him everywhere i go."

"try to let him crawl, 'ts a good feeling to see your baby crawl for the first time, y'know?"

toji nods his head, he stares down at megumi who's now stopped squirming — just staring from one person to another with his doe eyes. coming from a thirty-two year old man with two kids, toji knew (cousin) has much more experience than he does, and in all honesty; he was in no position to refuse any kind of help he could get with his baby.

the door to the cafe opens, letting a soft jingle from the bell hanging right by it echo. your cousin detached his hip from the counter and walked towards where the register was, "huh, fancy seeing you here early in the day, y/n. the usual?"

toji eyed you, his thick digits wrapping around megumi's little foot, pressing on it awkwardly.

"break time. figure i might drop by y'know? i haven't been here for a few days," you answered, eyeing the menu, "and no, not the usual. i'm actually craving for some hot chocolate right now."

"small? medium? large?" (cousin) questions, "and doesn't your break end in like . . . half an hour."

"large," taking out your wallet — you slip a bill in between your fingers, "can you put chocolate powder on top of it? thanks," and then the bill went into (cousin)'s hold.

"right, right. oh, and how long did it take for you to learn latte art again?" he asks, handing you a few silver coinages, "almost a month? three weeks?"

rolling your eyes, you spoke, "are you going to make fun of me again? i thought we were past this thing, and yes — three weeks."

(cousin) chuckled softly, ripping the bill that had just printed out, "mr. fushiguro there," he points at toji, "just perfected his first latte art, in just a few days, you've got competition. hell, y/n — why couldn't you have met him earlier, huh?"

"first of all, i'm a doctor, considering how i even managed to learn how to perfect a latte art is good enough, right?" toji raised his shoulders up a bit, a slight smirk appearing on his lips at your defensive statement, "good job though, a few days is something to be proud of."

"so . . . keep toji and little megs company while i get your drink ready," your cousin cheekily winked, backing away as he handed you your bill.

moving aside, you approached the bar table and sat on the stool, "seems like you're having fun with this job, how's (cousin) treating you, hm?"

toji looks back at your cousin briefly before looking back at you, "having fun . . ?" having fun isn't really the term to describe toji's state today — he was erratic at the fact that he's managed to keep a job for almost a week with his son strapped to his chest for his whole shift, "i guess i am in a way. and he's helpful. i guess?"

the uncertainty in his voice made you laugh, "you guess . . ? i mean — he's been hell to me when i asked him to teach me some basic latte art, 'ts like asking your father to teach you how to drive, you know?" toji raised a brow in confusion.

"i leave you for like one minute and you're shit-talking me y/n? i thought we were buddies," (cousin) chimed in, ripping a piece of paper towel from by toji's side before turning his back to you again.

"see what i mean?" toji nods his head mutely.

"hi baby gumi," you waved your fingers at the infant, and him responding by letting out a strained giggle, his little body vibrating in euphoria, "aren't you a happy one today? all dressed in a nice onesie too."

as if megumi understood what you were saying, his body hopped happily. babbling incoherently.

not even five minutes later, your cousin popped by toji's side with a large paper cup of hot chocolate, "hot chocolate with powdered chocolate on top."

"thanks."

"so," (cousin) pointed his index finger accusingly at you and toji, "the both of you were talking about me, weren't you?"

"oh, come on — it's nothing serious. just the fact you contrast your personality between toji and i," toji faced your cousin for a few seconds.

"shut up, you grew out of my personality. thank me or something," you took an annoyed sip from the cup, leaving an oily pink stain copy of your lips on the paper material of the cup, "look at you, being able to make a latte art because i taught you."

"right, whatever floats your boat," you replied to him, "break ends in twenty minutes, gotta go."

toji nodded his head your way in acknowledgement, and your cousin shot back a smile before his brows furrowed, "wait! — so, you'll be back here after closing hours?"

you nodded in response, "probably, why?"

"right, do me a favor. i promised him here that i'd bring him home, but i might not be able to make it, so . . . can i trust him with you?" toji's head snapped to the side and he shook his head slowly, parting his lips to deny the claim as it was a blatant lie, but your cousin managed to beat him to it, "you could? thanks y/n, you're the best. i want my best barista here tomorrow at work safe and sound, understood?"

"no, i—" toji speaks out.

yet again, he was cut off. this time by you, "no worries, will do. gotta go guys, have a good day at work!" you exclaim, taking a swift look to your wrist watch.

toji wiped the last bit of the counter — doing the same procedure he always does every single night before, megumi fast asleep in his carrier. his small head leaning back onto toji's chest, snoring softly in his slumber.

the clock strikes midnight and there were no signs of you, and toji didn't know if he should be relieved or not. but he sighs out, swiping his hair back before walking towards the staff room to prepare himself on his journey home.

"toji?"

upon hearing your voice, he turns his body back, and there you were standing behind the bar, in front of the doorway with sweat dribbling down the side of your head, "sorry 'm late, i had to grab something from a friend's house."

your breaths were heavy and ragged, as if you had been running a mile. the hollows of your knees where trembling slightly, "you know your cousin was lying about this whole thing, right?"

you raised a brow, "no, but honestly? i'm not surprised that he lied about this — do you uh . . . feel comfortable with me driving you home or would you prefer something else?" you pop an alternative for him, trying to regain your normal breath composure.

seeing your state, he couldn't even pick the latter choice, it's a one time thing. he thought to himself, "will it be trouble? it's midnight," at one point, he felt bad if he had to decline your offer — but at the same time, he felt bad for accepting because he was sure being an infant doctor isn't the easiest occupation in the world.

"no, no. no trouble at all, i'd be happy to bring you and baby gumi home," you tell him, shaking your hand, "and (cousin) did say he wants his best barista to be here tomorrow safe and sound, it's midnight and it isn't exactly the safest at this hour, you know?"

toji nodded, "how can i repay you?"

your face scrunches, "no need to repay me, i want to do this. let's go," toji grabbed his bag and carried it with him, following after your steps in uncomfortable silence.

"so, you know how babies are supposed to have their own seat because it'd be a risk to have them on your hold during a drive," you explained clicking your car keys, skipping towards the back seat of your car, "i got a baby seat from a friend of mine for baby gumi — since her baby is no longer a baby and all, so she gave her baby seat to me."

toji halt his steps, standing a few steps away from your car as you spoke, his arms were by his side, "what?"

receiving no answers verbally — toji awaits for you to do anything to answer his short question. the male had fatigue chasing after his body as seconds pass by, his mind was swirling with a lot of thoughts; all at the same time. and the fact (if he had heard you right) that you told him the reason you were late to appear was because you had gone out your way to grab a baby seat for his son.

pulling the door handle, you reveal a baby seat calmly sitting on the jock waiting to be occupied. with a proud smile gracing your face, you nodded in an attempt to lighten up the dark night, "isn't it cool?"

the male blinked his eyes back from asking you another question — but at this point, he just wanted to go back home, take a quick shower, and sleep the exhaustion away.

and so he walked over to where you stood. still a little boggled to why you'd gone out your way to do all of this for his son, dropping his bag to the ground. toji works his hand around megumi carefully, trying to minimize his movements so that he wouldn't be woken up. unhinging the carrier straps, the male brought megumi's limp body on his arm.

stepping out of the way for him, toji gently laid megumi's body on the car seat. struggling to clasp the safety clipper on top of his small body, fiddling with it for a bit.

"need help with it, toji?"

as much as he hated to admit it. yes, he did. no words escaped his throat, but he stepped back as a signal for help. so you stepped forward and squat down a bit, gently moving your fingers around the clippers, clipping them together with ease — you stood up and shut the door softly.

"all done, let's go get you both home!"

toji waited for you to enter the driver's seat before goin inside the passenger's seat, taking in a quick look at the interior of your car. which was just like you — elegant and simple. no trash presented around, not even an empty water bottle to be seen in sight.

the male blindly reaches out for the safety belt by his head, pulling it across his body before inserting it to the bar. silently waiting for the car to move.

turning the engine on — you hooked your own safety belt into the bar, "okay, you ready? just a heads up, i absolutely don't know the direction to your house, so do tell me where to go, yeah?"

toji mutely nods before answering, "just go straight for at least the next three traffic lights."

and so you clutched onto your steering wheel, foot gently pressuring on the gas pedal; as the car began moving, finger expertly pressing on the in-car screen, your e/c eyes darting from the fairly empty road to the screen every now and then — toji eyed your fingers as his elbow was prepped up on the door, cheek leant on his fist.

soon enough, a soft tune escaped the speakers. the soft guitar strums humming into his ears, "does this work? feel free to change it into something else if you want to."

toji didn't answer you, but his head slightly bobbed. the least he could do was to give any form of answer to you, "so, met any hard to deal customers today?"

the male was at least the slightest bit delighted at your attempt to ease the awkward aura engulfing you both, "yeah, some of 'em are real hard to deal with."

you chuckle, "tell me about it."

toji's eyes averted from the road to your figure for a bit, "about them? what am i supposed to say?"

his answer was a bit different from what you expected, but you gave him a small smile, "mhm, like — tell me about them, what did they do and all. i like a good story time, you know?"

toji puckered his lips out slightly, he wasn't really used to tell stories to just anyone. megumi, an exception. so he didn't even know where to begin his "storytelling", the silence was deafening. but you didn't rush him, "they're just bitches, i got no story for it."

you let out a string of laughter, "the end? best story ever," he shrugs in response — it was fairly obvious that he never dilly dallies, "don't worry, i met an interesting client today too."

"oh."

now that reaction is a bit expected to say the least, "ask me about it," you bluntly told him, eyes focused on the road ahead.

" . . . go for it," toji mutters, clueless to why you were pushing him to ask about your day.

"this big sister came in, probably not older than fifteen — or sixteen maybe? she was with her younger brother, who was really sick with a high fever. and it has been going for apparently a week, so that was very concerning," you began slowly, "and her parents were too busy with work, and they didn't even show up until three hours later. she was crying and all. ringing her parents, it was just . . . sad. you know what i mean?"

toji hums out shortly.

"they didn't even bother looking at the little guy, stopped by for at least fifteen minutes. talked to me, and left without the sister," you continued, "well, he ends up staying in the intensive care — she stays too because she had to look after him, and the parents are just gone like that."

as the third traffic light was in sight, toji found himself finally breaking his silence, "uh . . . you can just turn right at the third light, and go straight."

you followed his commands well, "you don't talk a lot, do you?"

"isn't it obvious?" he replies slowly.

"it is, i just wanted to talk to you — tell me if i'm being too chatty, okay?" you warned him, "where do we go next?"

"another right at the very corner, my apartment's the first building in sight," toji informed you, shifting on his seat to sit straight up, taking a deep breath.

it took you less than five minutes to reach his apartment, braking your car at his command. toji wasted no time unbuckling his belt to leave your car. stepping to the back door, he opens it — fiddling with the clips of the baby seat megumi is currently residing on. this time, he fortunately didn't need your help as he managed to unhinge the clippers from each other.

carrying the sleeping infant into his arms, toji knocked on the window of the passenger's seat.

you chuckled, rolling the window down meeting his eyes, "good night, toji."

"thanks for the ride."

"you're welcome toji, have a good rest. see you tomorrow."

#KILLSWITCH LULLABY.#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro series #fushiguro toji series #fushiguro toji x reader #toji #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen series #jjk series

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winters0689 · 6 months

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I sometimes keep forgetting how chaotic the TOA novels are. Apollo is a simp and also being incredibly self sacrificial. Meg being claimed by Demeter and someone calling her a communist due to the symbol being a sickle. Will Solace being able to glow in the dark and Nico being friends with Troglodytes who love hats. Commodus flirting with Apollo in TDP when they met up in the stadium. Apollo being In servitude to Meg, a twelve year old. Apollo also wearing pink camo pants and peeing himself and passing out quite frequently. Apollo’s internal monologues having him loving himself then hating himself (and ain’t that a mood) and Meg just… being Meg. Dionysus calling Apollo ‘Mr A’ and absolutely loving that Apollo got turned into a mortal. Tauri Sylvestres just camping outside Rachel’s home for a few days… just because? Then most likely waiting for Apollo, Meg, Will, and Nico to arrive before they broke loose and began chasing them and Apollo telling Meg to ‘Jump The Cow’. Apollo getting woozy and kissing Nico on the forehead and smelling his hair and Apollo being healed by Mountain Dew of all thing!

There are so many other moments, but to me the absolutely most hilarious and chaotic scene to me (and also happens to be one of my favorite scenes) is when the fight Nero in his tower.

Like, plants are growing everywhere, Apollo is injured and begins muttering for Mountain Dew as Nero is frantically picking up remotes and trying to find the right one as Stayin’ Alive begins playing and TVs begin blasting and I absolutely adore the scene.

Every day I just find more things that I love about these books I swear. I love them.

#trials of apollo #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey #toa #I love these books SO MUCH #it’s an obsession at this point

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courtingchaos · 1 month

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The Boy is Mine (Meg’s Version)

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

For @carolmunson little prompt game/request/event/whathaveyou. Day week late and a dollar short as usual but I just can’t bust them out like I used to (ha ha ha). Event rules here. This is short and sweet because I’m not allowed to be precious about my writing anymore. It creates the anxiety in me.

Warnings: Weed smoking, drinking, tattooing (inebriated and unschooled), allusions to sex.

Word Count: 1.6k

A day spent rotting away in the dark recesses of his room. No Wayne, away on a hunting trip with his VFW buddies, and no work. Two days to yourselves with one reserved for outdoor activities and today set aside to spend the better part of the day in bed. The rain is what woke you up first, unexpected, the hard and sudden pattern beaten into the corrugated metal jolting you from your cocoon of worn soft sheets. The scratch of a record and the piney smoke of Rick’s good weed pulling you from the bed and into your discarded clothes.

You catch sight of Eddie moving around the kitchen in just his boxers, joint tucked neatly into the corner of his mouth that mutters along with Zeppelin.

“Just gonna abandon me like that?” You ask behind him, your hand stuck in the sleeve of your t-shirt. He turns before you can get it unstuck and he gets an eye full of your chest while you unintentionally flash him, his grin widening.

“Well good evening to me.” He leans against the counter where you can see two pizza boxes that weren’t there earlier and you try to reach past him but he snatches your hand in his and pulls you in for an embrace. Half hug, half struggle on your end while you try for the pizza. “Would you just hug me?” His laugh is low and scratchy from sleep and smoke, smoke that rolls from his mouth off his words. You just purse your lips at him until he gives in and places the damp paper between your pout with a sigh. “You just want me for my weed and my body huh?”

“Oh don’t be like that, you know that isn’t true!” You snag a slice and slip out of his grip with a grin and his joint to toss yourself on the couch. “I also want you for your mixtapes and the rides to work.”

Eddie watches you from under the cabinets with glassy eyes, a smirk playing on his lips while you shove half the slice in your mouth and rest the joint in the ashtray beside you. The tv plays the local news on almost mute while he moves around the kitchen again, cups clinking and fridge door shutting before he joins you on the couch in drape over your hip. A chipped high ball glass gets nudged in front of you on the side table before the cheap bottle of wine you brought over hovers in front of your face with the strain of his stretch.

“I ran out of nice cups your highness, I hope this is okay.” The liquid almost sloshes out onto the veneered table top but Eddie catches the slip of his fingers, neck of the bottle clutched tight in his fist so he can pour his own glass before setting the bottle down on the floor.

“No Garfield mug?”

“That stays on the wall now, I’m afraid.” With a sigh he nudges down to wedge behind you and prop himself up on an elbow, long arm reaching over to steal his weed back. “After Wayne found it on the floor that last time.” A pointed look at the back of your head that you can feel without seeing.

“I apologized for that.”

“I know, but he’s a stickler for his mugs my dear.” He runs a flat palm under your shirt and up your back, blunt nails scratching lightly on their way down. Over your shoulder he watches the news with you, half paying attention while he intermittently switches between rubbing your back and holding the joint over for you to pull off of. By the time the high school scores are being discussed you’ve hit a gentle high that relaxes you back into his chest, almost empty glass of wine cradled to your own. In the back of your thoughts you remember one of your weekend plans and try to remember if you brought your sketchbook with you.

Lips pressed to your temple Eddie whispers into your hair when he notices the crease in your brow. “What’s up?”

“Thinking.”

“I can tell.” A small nip at the high point of your cheek that makes you giggle. “Something wrong?”

“No, I just was thinking about that stick and poke idea.”

“Oh!” Suddenly his voice is bright and he sits up to look down at you. “You wanna do that?”

Before you can answer him he’s crawling over you, avoiding kicking over the empty bottle of wine on his way off the couch and back down to his room. A moment later he scurries back out with a big smile and a small tin box that rattles in is hands when he holds it out to you to take.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“What’s your plan? What are you gonna put on me permanently?” He taps his feet against the carpet and you give him a once over, his small smattering of tattoos moving with him as he wiggles around anxiously. The glassy look that you know mirrors your own gives you half a minute of pause before you get up to find your bag and root around for the small notebook you usually take with you.

Eddie had watched over your shoulder one afternoon while you had doodled mindlessly and had suddenly pushed his finger into your pencil lines with a gasp.

“That one.”

“What about it?” You laugh at him when he invades your space.

“I want that on my leg.”

“A tattoo?”

“Yeah! We can bring it in and see if they can do it justice or,” he gives you a quick peck on the forehead, “You could always do it.”

Flipping to the page with the simple heart and dagger you show it to him with a raised eyebrow. “You still want this one?”

He gives it a glance before looking at you with an easy grin. “Unless you have something else in mind.”

A shake of your head before you grab one of the kitchenette chairs for him to sit in. He snags the remote and looks for anything on tv while you search for a clean glass and paper towels. When you come back to him he’s already pulled the coffee table over and left the box open, one of the throw pillows tossed on the floor between his feet for you to sit on.

“Get a little peckish out there?” He nods at your hands full of supplies, the tub of vanilla frosting hidden behind the glass of water.

“No, this is for you so you don’t get fidgety.” You drop it in his lap with a spoon and he rips into it before you can sit fully, the giggles between you two quiet and infectious. It’s quiet work while you find the perfect spot on his thigh for the simple drawing and use the makeshift safety-pin-turned-needle to gently draw out the shape with the India ink.

“You sure you shouldn’t make it a little bigger?” Eddie asks around a glob of frosting. He’s not demanding, anything but, however he gazes down at you with such an easy countenance you can’t find the right words to argue with him.

“Do you want it bigger?”

His head tilts while he admires your work, a low hum from the back of his throat while he thinks it over. “Just a skosh.”

He shares his frosting with you like he did his joint, holding the spoon down for you to eat off while you start over and finish, presenting his thigh to him with a flourish.

“Perfect.”

“Okay, now hold still. I don’t want to hurt you.” You dip the tip of the pin into the ink and look up at him watching you. He’s still firmly in the giddy part of his high and he can’t help but smirk at you. “But what if I like that?”

All you can do is roll your eyes at him before you set to your work. Steady pokes against his pale thigh that follow along your faint sketch, the heart a simple curve you can get lost in while Eddie watches you with rapt attention.

“I like watching you work.” He says lowly, frosting forgotten in his hand. You only answer him with a smile while you get more ink on the pin and start working on the point of the dagger, his hiss the only sign of his discomfort. Behind you the TV is just noise that neither of you pay attention to, a little bubble of contentment engulfing the two of you.

“You push your jaw forward when you concentrate.” He whispers while holding out a bite of frosting for you to take. “It’s cute.”

Your breath breezes over his sore thigh, a cool break from the mounting burn of his new tattoo. Finally you look up from your work to lick the spoon and you have to laugh at his groan.

“Pervert.” You tease while scooting in closer to him.

“How else would you want me? Decent?” He scoffs.

You sit up to admire your work, checking for any missed spots. “Never.” Your lines aren’t perfect but it’s yours and it’s on Eddie and he let you put it on him. In his skin. There’s a weird weighty feeling in your chest and before you can stop yourself you drop a kiss on the inside of his thigh, just under the new ink.

His hair curtains around you when he leans down to mimic you with a soft kiss to the back of your head. “If you aren’t careful,” He mutters against you, his smile evident, “we’re gonna have a problem maybe.” He teases you with fingers that brush against your hairline.

“I don’t know if I’d call it a problem, wasn’t that kind of the point of this weekend?”

“You’re absolutely right.” He lets you lean back into him as he sits up, frosting forgotten when your head finds its place in the crook of his hip, your handiwork just out of view.

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bewitched [satoru gojo x reader]

"smile!" satoru yelled, pointing the purple polaroid camera at megumi, nobara, and maki, who sat on the couch. tinsel and holiday decorations were scattered haphazardly around gojo's apartment, colours clashing and—wait, was that a mochi plush with a santa hat?

"rack off," megumi mumbled, bringing his elbow up to cover his profile after the flash half-blinded him, the two girls next to him laughing. he checked his lap to ensure his hot chocolate hadn't spilt from his quick movement and rolled his eyes when there was a small stain.

"you're washing my uniform, gojo," megumi grumbled, furrowing his eyebrows.

but, all satoru did was giggle and watch the photo slowly emerge from the top of the camera. immediately, he began waving the photo erratically, checking every few seconds to see if the photo had developed.

"gojo!" shoko called from next to you, shaking her head while you covered your mouth with your palm at his impatience. "quit shaking it so hard."

"ugh!" he threw his head back and flopped his arms by his sides. "it takes so long!"

but, satoru's eyes found yours, mischief clouding his vision as he stalked towards you, photo and camera still in his hands.

you plucked the square out of his hand when he stopped in front of you, eyes crinkling at the image. maki and nobara had thrown their arms over each other's shoulders to pose, leaving megumi looking directly at the lens, his eyes wide in shock.

"love this photo, megs," you said. "it's going straight on the fridge."

the girls on the couch cheered while megumi sighed and stood, placing his mug on the table. "i'm going to find yuuji and yuuta."

satoru mimicked him, his hands placed on his hips, and glanced at the younger boy leaving the living room and slinking down the hallway.

"alright!" satoru exclaimed, turning back to you and shoko.

"you," he said, pointing his finger at you. "are coming with me—" he pointed to himself "—to the kitchen so you can show me how you make those incredible drinks."

you rolled your eyes playfully and stood from your spot at the dining table. shoko raised too, bringing her shoulder bag to her front to dig around in it, pulling out a box of cigarettes and a lighter.

"i'm going to the balcony." satoru nodded at shoko's statement and grabbed your hand.

music flowed through the apartment but it was muffled when you entered the kitchen, satoru's hand still wrapped tightly around your own.

placing the camera on the counter, satoru glided around the space, plucking mugs from cupboards and gathering chocolate and milk from their respective places.

"that's everything, right?" he asked, turning back to you, who held the camera in your palms.

your eyes were bright as you stepped closer to him, the camera raised before your lover. "i doubt you've taken any photos of yourself tonight."

satoru gave you a dazed smile and shrugged. "i mean, there may be a secret stash..." he winked, causing an involuntary smile to crack your lips apart.

"you're shameless."

"you say that like you don't know," satoru muttered cheekily, his gaze never wavering from your face.

"say cheese," you teased, ignoring the heat overtaking your body and pressing the shutter button. a sharp click and flash was the only sound before satoru snatched the device from your hands. the undeveloped photo of him hung between his fingers as he removed it and nearly threw it on the bench.

"your turn," his cheeks were pink and the corners of his lips were upturned. the glint in his eye was one you'd seen many times before—the sheer adoration and unprecedented lovestruck glimmer that made your chest hurt.

the external sounds of the apartment dimmed—maki, nobara, and now, toge playing mario kart on the nintendo switch; yuuji, megumi, and yuuta playing dj and laughing down the hallway; and nanami and ijichi conversing on the other couch, away from the students.

it was an almost perfect night, grief and longing for what could have been sat like a stone in many of your friend's stomaches, including your own. yet, it was the happiest you'd all been in a while, nobody causing havoc, nobody threatening the lives of your friends—your family.

you realised too late that you'd been staring at satoru while you got lost in your thoughts, the camera in his grip a reminder that he had taken a photo of you.

though, the polaroid photo that sat idly between his fingers had his full, undivided attention.

you covered your face with your hands, suddenly embarrassed. "don't show me. it's terrible isn't it?"

satoru peered at you through his lashes, his eyes glassy. "you're exquisite," he whispered, taking a step toward you.

to try and calm your racing heart and warming cheeks, you turned to your right to slide the photo of him into your palm. and when you turned it over, you were struck with some sort of realisation.

satoru's azure eyes met yours and he smiled softly, knowing what you were registering too.

"at the same time, okay?" he said, his grin growing with each passing second. you nodded, positioning the photo upside down next to the one he held.

"3, 2, 1." and as the photos flipped, you gasped a laugh.

on the two separate polaroids was each of you, vastly different in looks, standing on different sides of the kitchen. the only feature the same was the position of your eyes—neither looking at the lens but instead at each other behind the camera.

"we're cute, aren't we?" satoru laughs, taking the thin cardboard from you and walking to the fridge to place a sparkly pink heart-shaped magnet over the top of his, and an old homemade magnet of one of megumi's demon dogs over yours.

it'd hit you then, what he meant to you, and he could tell—he always could. taking his place back next to you, satoru's fingers tickled your waist.

and in the midst of a holiday party, you and satoru stood in a kitchen. two hearts that had long fused as one, beat as one in a terrifying world where tomorrow wasn't promised.

and despite the heartfelt and realistic moment, you obviously had to break it.

"honestly," you blurted, nudging his shoulder. "i'm cuter."

"no!" satoru turned to you quickly, his eyes wide. "i'm the cutest! you're the gorgeousest!"

your forehead creased at the word as the sliding door of the balcony clicked shut.

"you're as cute as a cow's ass, gojo!"

happy holidays!

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