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sick megumi

synopsis: when dealing with a sick toddler for the first time brings about questions of parenting

little angsty but not bad. happy endings ofc. not proofread because im silly

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It’s late. 2:43 am, late. You and Toji stood in the nursery, rocking an inconsolable toddler with an extremely persistent fever. Megumi had been up all night; the flu is what the doctor said it was. His cries barely made it out of his throat due to the violent coughing, and there were frequent trips made throughout the night to the bathroom to throw up.

You watched as Toji tried to hold him, but Megumi was flailing around, sobbing and screaming. Weariness obvious in the way their bodies sagged, eyelids that threatened to shut, and just the lack of color in their faces. They both looked exhausted. To be fair, you were too. As much as you wanted to crawl back into the warm comforts of your bed you knew you had to be there for your baby boy.

It was Megumi’s first time being sick which meant he’s never had the experience of being in such a miserable state. It also meant that his reaction to it was disastrous. You cringed at the sound of his helpless cries, wishing so badly you could make him feel better. 

“Why hasn’t the tylenol kicked in yet?” you asked, expressing your concerns, hoping it’d help regulate your chaotic emotions. You and Toji have tried everything. Medicine, cold compresses, electrolytes, soup, comfort; but nothing seemed to help your son or his unforgiving fever.

You ran your hands over your face and through your hair then looked up at Toji. You met his fatigued gaze. “I don’t…” he started, frustration from being up all night and aggravation from nothing working seeping through his voice. He closed his heavy eyelids and sighed before fixing his tone and speaking again, “I don’t know, doll.”

You hadn’t noticed it as much before but your husband looked incredibly vulnerable. And as your first time as parents dealing with a sick child, you and Toji probably felt just as helpless as Megumi did. You desperately felt like crying, just as Megumi was.

“Mommy, mommy!” he cried, his aching throat struggling to get the words out. He arched his back, pushing his hands against Toji’s chest and away from his father. 

“I know, baby, mommy’s right here.” You took him from Toji’s tense arms. You saw that your husband’s face was irritated, but you knew that couldn’t be your current main focus. You patted Megumi’s back and you walked around the room, his cries finally subsided to sad hiccups. 

You peeked over at Toji again, only to find him staring at you with his brows furrowed, his jaw shutting impossibly tight, and his nails digging into his palms at his sides. You walked back over, still consoling the now-asleep toddler. “Hey, talk to me. What’s wrong? He’s just sick, he’s gonna be okay,” you reassured, but the emotion displayed over his features wasn’t going away.

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair, then finally sitting down on Megumi’s small bed.  “I feel so useless. Like Megs doesn’t need me and there's nothing I can do to help him.” He stared at the floor and absolutely avoided looking at you at all. 

This devastated you. “Oh, honey.” You sat down next to him. “You’re not useless at all. He’s just sick and you’ve been helping lots.” 

He shook his head again, holding his head in his hands. You could barely make out what he said next, as it was closer to a mumble, leaning in to hear better. “Ma, I get the boy’s just sick. Right now it’s that I feel like I'm failing him as a father sometimes.” You pulled back, astonished. You felt Megumi stir in your arms again and shifted your attention for a moment.

Toji noticed this and mumbled a quick “nevermind” and you looked at him incredulously and reached over to touch his hand. “Toji, please talk to me.” He finally looked at you and you could see the shine in his eyes. In the dim lighting of the room, you couldn’t tell if it was his eyes watering from lack of sleep or if he was crying.

“I swore to the kid and to you that I’d never let him experience the childhood I grew up with. But now? Now I feel like I’m doin’ a lousy job at raising him.” He paused. “He doesn’t even need his dad. He’s been cryin’ only for you all night.”

“Toji, please look at me. You’ve given him everything. He’s so happy and he loves you so much. Just because he needed me tonight doesn’t mean he doesn’t need you. You are more than enough and you’re an amazing father.”

Toji glanced at you, a new look of reverence and alleviation crossing over his face. He smiled while looking away. “Damn, baby, this is why I love you so much. You always know what to say to make me feel better, huh?”

You giggled before lying down on the bed with Megumi, patting the space beside you on the cramped mattress to invite him. Of course, he accepted your offer, attempting to make his bulky body comfortable in a toddler’s bed.

“Sleep now. I promise things will become better tomorrow.” you said, using one hand to rub Megumi’s back and one to brush Toji’s hair from his face. 

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And as the sun shined warm rays of light that spread across the room, you woke up. Next to you, all cramped up in Megumi’s little toddler bed, lie your husband and son. Toji was on his stomach, hands under the pillow, sleeping away last night’s exhausting ordeal. Megumi was splayed out on the other side of you, his hair messy and chest rising and falling in rhythm. 

You reached out to feel Megumi’s forehead and sighed in relief when you felt no fever. You closed your eyes again, figuring it was too early to be awake, falling asleep again in the mundane environment of your home with your family.

Things will become better tomorrow.

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in honor of jjk season 3, enjoy!! i was fighting with writers block forever but im trying to start a new project. stay tuned (maybe)

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megumi's first word

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Sitting at the dining table with your 7 month old son, Megumi, you were spoon feeding him some mashed sweet potatoes. Introducing him to new solids was tough, since he seemed to be such a picky eater. But, you were able to find something he actually liked: sweet potatoes.

He was delighted to have them every time, eagerly opening his mouth for more, unlike the other foods he pulled his head away from. He kicked his little legs and banged his tiny hands on the tray of his high chair, happily munching on his food. Then you heard it, a very clear sound. 

“Dadadada” Megumi happily voiced. You gasped. He might be saying his first word. Sure, he had been babbling random strings of sounds lately, but this time it was so coherent. He was gonna say it. 

“Toji! Come here!” You called, setting the spoon down on a napkin. A big smile spread across your face, and you were trying not to show the bursting excitement in you the same way Megumi showed excitement about sweet potatoes.

“What?” Toji called back, somewhere upstairs, probably fixing the thing you asked him to earlier. 

“Hurry! Megumi’s about to say his first word!” Suddenly, a loud noise is heard followed by the sound of quick footsteps scrambling to get downstairs. Toji made an appearance in the kitchen where both you and Megumi sat, eyes wide and glistening with a small smile, displaying the same excitement you were feeling. 

He sat down in the chair next to you and leaned in close to little Megumi’s face, even if it was much to the latter’s discomfort. Toji’s smile started to drop.

“He’s not sayin’ anything, ma.” You rolled your eyes. “He was just saying ‘dadada’ and it was so clear. Trust me, he’s about to say his first word.” 

You tried to coax Megumi by feeding him another spoon, and that seemed to boost his energy again. 

“Da..” Megumi tried. You and Toji both started to get excited again. This is what parenthood was about, watching the milestones and seeing your baby grow. 

“Cmon, Megumi, say dada!” You gently tried to push. Megumi looked at you almost nervously, all of the sudden pressure for him to do something made him hesitant.

“Dada, Megs. You can do it.” Toji joined in with you, trying to push him to say it.

“Da…” Megumi started again. Both you and Toji tensed in anticipation. 

“Damn!” Megumi shouted, obviously very joyful about the new word. You and your husband froze as Megumi kept happily kicking. He held completely still as you turned to look at him. 

“Toji.” The clear and demanding tone in your voice made him flinch.

“Ahem, uh, yeah?” He tried to avoid your piercing glare. He felt the sweat starting to form on his forehead, either from his nervousness or from the rage radiating off of you, he couldn’t tell. 

“That was his first word. Why was that his first word?” Oh, you were seething now. What was supposed to be a cute and heartfelt moment now tainted and replaced with the memory of Megumi saying damn. You both knew exactly why too.

“I don’t know, doll. Maybe he-” he started, but you quickly interrupted him. “Don’t act like you don’t know why. How many times have I told you that he was going to pick up on the things you say?” you demanded. 

“I don’t say it that often…” He tried to defend, but you were already recalling and counting each and every time he said less than ideal words, and Toji’s bad habit was much worse than you previously remembered. At this point, you should just be grateful Megumi didn’t say something even worse. 

“Damn it, Megumi.” Toji said when Megumi splashed him during bathtime. 

“Where’d I put his damn socks?” when he misplaced Megumi’s socks.

“Sorry, ma, the line was so damn long.” when he took too long in the coffee shop.

There were countless times, and even more when you counted the real curse words he’d say.

“Shit, he’s throwing up!” when Megumi was spitting up on him.

“What kind of dumbass…” when his team was losing on tv.

And your personal least favorite, “Fuck!” when he accidentally badly hurt himself or dropped something important.

Even though every single time you hiss at him, “Stop cursing in front of Megs,” he wouldn’t stop. You warned him that Megumi was eventually going to listen and repeat him, and he never believed you. It was too late now, for sure. 

You sighed. There was nothing to do now, since the damage had been done. When you glanced at Toji’s face again, however, he was laughing. Trying to hide his face in his hand, you watched as his body shook with each one. 

“It’s not funny.” You scolded, but then you heard it.

“Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.” Megumi quietly chanted to himself as he smacked his hands around in the mess you didn’t even realize he had made.

A small, sarcastic puff of air resembling some amusement came out of you. Then a chuckle, maybe out of disbelief of the ridiculousness of it. Then a small laugh. Sure, you were going to kill Toji after this, but this memory was going to be one of the ones you looked back on, laughed about, and told as a funny story. 

Toji saw you laughing and smiled with you. “See? There’s that pretty smile. This ain’t the end of the world.” he assured, pulling you closer with his big arm. Then you both turned to Megumi, still quietly rehearsing the brand new word he learned. Smiling softly, you realized it truly wasn’t a big deal at all.

“Yeah, Megs, say it with your chest, damn!” Toji encouraged through his laughter. You smacked his arm. “Toji!”

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caleb doing your hair

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It had become a daily routine at this point: Caleb doing your hair everyday. He learned how “for fun,” but it became more than just a hobby for him. 

Everyday, like clockwork, you’d step out of the steam-filled bathroom, drying your hair with a towel before looking up to find him standing right in front of the door. He held a comb, hair ties, a spray bottle, and an enthusiastic look on his face. 

“Come sit. Let me do your hair, pipsqueak,” he nodded towards the living room with his head, your usual spot. He smiled before leading the way.

You sat in front of him as he carefully dried your hair with the towel. Casual conversations sparked as he skillfully styled your hair. Each stroke of your hair against his hands was deliberate and loving, and you could feel it too. 

“Done. What do you think?” He tied the final hair tie into place and let go so you could go see.

You got up and walked to the bathroom to see the result of his hard work, and as expected, it was perfect. Two braids on your head that turned into ponytails at the end. 

He stood behind you and watched you through the mirror. You smiled, making him smile too. You turned around to face him with a childish grin, “It’s perfect, per usual.” 

His hands subconsciously found your waist as he pulled you close. “It’s only ‘perfect’ because it’s on you.” He watched you, smoothing out the hair right above your ear with the back of his fingers. You giggled before pressing the side of your head against his chest.

“Stop flirting with me,” you lightly scolded, yet both of you knew that’s not what you wanted. You could feel his hand feeling the braids on the back of your head as listened to the steady thumping of his heartbeat.

You reached up to feel your hair again. “I can’t believe you’re so good at this now, even better than me!” He chuckled, “It comes with practice.” 

You smirked and pulled away to look up at him before adding, “I remember when you first tried doing my hair, Caleb.”

He groaned as he was reminded of when he was first learning how. 

“Okay, okay, I admit I used to be terrible. But you have to admit I’m much better now, huh?”

You rolled your eyes playfully before responding quietly, “I guess so.”

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You remember the first time he begged you to let him practice on your hair. Telling you about how he’s watched plenty of tutorials and how it’d be some great quality time together. You nearly rolled your eyes at how eager he was, like a puppy, but you let him anyway.

You sat on the floor in front of him, back pressed against the couch right in between his legs. You were watching some show on the tv. 

Behind you sat Caleb on the couch – tongue sticking out in concentration as he delicately and meticulously weaved his fingers through your hair. He was hunched over, messily putting your hair into french braids. 

You could almost feel how shaky he was right behind you. “Ow, Caleb, stop tugging!” you complained, your entire head yanking to the side.

“Sorry, sorry,” he laughed, but not at all sounding apologetic. 

Finally, you heard the loud snap of the rubber band before he sighed. “It’s all finished, pipsqueak.”

You glanced in the mirror, a little too surprised to laugh. Sloppy and uneven braids adorned your head, threatening to fall apart any second now. 

“Did you even follow the tutorial?” you asked as one of the ties unloosened itself and fell, bringing your braid to slowly fall apart as well. Caleb’s eyes followed it as it fell and he nervously chuckled. 

“It’s not that bad for my first time, is it?” he looked up to meet your eyes in the mirror, placing his hands on your hips. You let out a puff of air through your smile, reminiscent of a laugh. You shook your head before touching your head. It was worse than it looked. “You could use some practice.”

“Damn, might as well tell me I suck.” he softly grinned before quietly adding, “I promise I’ll practice everyday until your hair is as beautiful as you.”

Caleb keeps his promises.

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meeting newborn megumi

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It was odd seeing Toji so nervous, especially because he was a man who feared nothing at all. Yet for the past few hours, he was helplessly holding your hand as you screamed, rapidly bouncing his leg and running sweaty hands through his hair. He tried his best to comfort you, murmuring praises under his breath as nurses and doctors yelled orders around the room. His mind was absolutely racing and he felt like he couldn’t stand a second longer under these sterile lights. 

Toji felt like he was on the verge of passing out. He glanced at you: face scrunched in pain, screaming, and holding his hand like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. He cringed at it. He hated that he couldn’t help you, and that you were hurting in the first place. 

Orders that were being shouted seemed to be getting more frantic, and suddenly, a loud piercing cry was heard throughout the room. Toji let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Congratulations, it’s a boy! Perfectly healthy with all ten fingers and toes.” 

You slowly let go of Toji’s hand, relief flooding over your entire being. Hours of exhaustion faded away as you met your son for the first time.

The doctors and nurses cleaned him up and laid him on your chest. Your baby. You carried him for nine months and he was finally here. He was warm and absolutely real, and you couldn’t believe it. You stared at his tiny features: a perfect mix of you and Toji, and a physical representation of your love.

You glanced at Toji with a nervous smile, looking for reassurance and relatability. It was your first time as parents after all. But when you tried to meet his eyes, he was in a complete daze. His mouth slightly agape even when no words came out of it. His eyes filled with shock and absolute love as he took everything in. 

He was thinking about how beautiful you looked, about how it was the most beautiful he’s ever seen you. The way you were glowing even with sweat dripping down your temples and hair sticking to your skin.

Even with how awkward you felt, it looked so incredibly natural to Toji. The way your son curled into you as he recognized your scent. The way he rooted when you brought him to nurse. The way he latched on comfortably even if you weren’t holding him quite right. 

He then watched the baby. The baby boy. That was his son. His son.

A sense of protectiveness accompanying the overwhelming sense of love came over him and before he knew it, tears were spilling. 

“Aw, Toji, don’t cry. Look, doesn’t he look just like you? Baby looks just like daddy, huh?”

Toji smiled. “Hopefully he doesn’t act like me.” 

He reached out to touch his son. “Here, wanna hold him?” You offered instead, and Toji was taken aback. “Are you sure I can hold him? He’s so… tiny. What if I break him?”

You giggled. Music to his ears. “You won’t break him, Toji. Here, hold your hands like this… there you go.” You carefully placed the baby in his arms. 

Rough and unsure hands shook as they came into contact with soft fabric holding the most fragile thing. He glanced down at the baby, so soft and delicate. His and yours. The most beautiful and precious thing he’s ever seen.

 “Hey, kid. I’m your dad. And you’re…” He trailed off before looking at you awkwardly. The problem: you were both convinced you were having a girl, and it seems the name you were set on was more feminine.

You laughed awkwardly. “Should we still name him Megumi?”

Toji chuckled before looking down at the bundle in his arms. “Megumi,” he whispered, like he was testing it out. It was perfect. He met your eyes again before confidently stating, “Hell, we already picked the name, didn’t we?”

Megumi Fushiguro

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Hours later, you were getting your well deserved rest. The entire time, Toji stayed up holding and watching Megumi. 

This was his family. You, his gorgeous wife, and Megumi, his sweet child.

He knew this would take a lot of work. It didn’t matter if he didn’t grow up in ideal circumstances. He wasn’t going to let that define the life or childhood he was responsible of now. All he knew was that he was going to protect and love this tiny life with all he had. Megumi was going to have everything and more, Toji decided.

Megumi slightly stirred, eyebrows furrowed as he searched for the warmth of another. Toji picked him up out of his little bassinet, rocking him gently. At least he was getting better at holding him.

Toji chuckled, “Barely a few hours and ya already got problems, huh? Well, that’s life, kid.”

Megumi immediately stopped fussing at the sound of his father’s voice, already recognizing it. He relaxed into Toji’s warm embrace. 

Toji laid a soft kiss on the newborn’s forehead and whispered, “Don’t worry, little guy. Daddy’s right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

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meeting newborn megumi

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It was odd seeing Toji so nervous, especially because he was a man who feared nothing at all. Yet for the past few hours, he was helplessly holding your hand as you screamed, rapidly bouncing his leg and running sweaty hands through his hair. He tried his best to comfort you, murmuring praises under his breath as nurses and doctors yelled orders around the room. His mind was absolutely racing and he felt like he couldn’t stand a second longer under these sterile lights. 

Toji felt like he was on the verge of passing out. He glanced at you: face scrunched in pain, screaming, and holding his hand like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. He cringed at it. He hated that he couldn’t help you, and that you were hurting in the first place. 

Orders that were being shouted seemed to be getting more frantic, and suddenly, a loud piercing cry was heard throughout the room. Toji let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Congratulations, it’s a boy! Perfectly healthy with all ten fingers and toes.” 

You slowly let go of Toji’s hand, relief flooding over your entire being. Hours of exhaustion faded away as you met your son for the first time.

The doctors and nurses cleaned him up and laid him on your chest. Your baby. You carried him for nine months and he was finally here. He was warm and absolutely real, and you couldn’t believe it. You stared at his tiny features: a perfect mix of you and Toji, and a physical representation of your love.

You glanced at Toji with a nervous smile, looking for reassurance and relatability. It was your first time as parents after all. But when you tried to meet his eyes, he was in a complete daze. His mouth slightly agape even when no words came out of it. His eyes filled with shock and absolute love as he took everything in. 

He was thinking about how beautiful you looked, about how it was the most beautiful he’s ever seen you. The way you were glowing even with sweat dripping down your temples and hair sticking to your skin.

Even with how awkward you felt, it looked so incredibly natural to Toji. The way your son curled into you as he recognized your scent. The way he rooted when you brought him to nurse. The way he latched on comfortably even if you weren’t holding him quite right. 

He then watched the baby. The baby boy. That was his son. His son.

A sense of protectiveness accompanying the overwhelming sense of love came over him and before he knew it, tears were spilling. 

“Aw, Toji, don’t cry. Look, doesn’t he look just like you? Baby looks just like daddy, huh?”

Toji smiled. “Hopefully he doesn’t act like me.” 

He reached out to touch his son. “Here, wanna hold him?” You offered instead, and Toji was taken aback. “Are you sure I can hold him? He’s so… tiny. What if I break him?”

You giggled. Music to his ears. “You won’t break him, Toji. Here, hold your hands like this… there you go.” You carefully placed the baby in his arms. 

Rough and unsure hands shook as they came into contact with soft fabric holding the most fragile thing. He glanced down at the baby, so soft and delicate. His and yours. The most beautiful and precious thing he’s ever seen.

 “Hey, kid. I’m your dad. And you’re…” He trailed off before looking at you awkwardly. The problem: you were both convinced you were having a girl, and it seems the name you were set on was more feminine.

You laughed awkwardly. “Should we still name him Megumi?”

Toji chuckled before looking down at the bundle in his arms. “Megumi,” he whispered, like he was testing it out. It was perfect. He met your eyes again before confidently stating, “Hell, we already picked the name, didn’t we?”

Megumi Fushiguro

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Hours later, you were getting your well deserved rest. The entire time, Toji stayed up holding and watching Megumi. 

This was his family. You, his gorgeous wife, and Megumi, his sweet child.

He knew this would take a lot of work. It didn’t matter if he didn’t grow up in ideal circumstances. He wasn’t going to let that define the life or childhood he was responsible of now. All he knew was that he was going to protect and love this tiny life with all he had. Megumi was going to have everything and more, Toji decided.

Megumi slightly stirred, eyebrows furrowed as he searched for the warmth of another. Toji picked him up out of his little bassinet, rocking him gently. At least he was getting better at holding him.

Toji chuckled, “Barely a few hours and ya already got problems, huh? Well, that’s life, kid.”

Megumi immediately stopped fussing at the sound of his father’s voice, already recognizing it. He relaxed into Toji’s warm embrace. 

Toji laid a soft kiss on the newborn’s forehead and whispered, “Don’t worry, little guy. Daddy’s right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

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sales pitch: childhood best friend caleb

childhoodbestfriend!caleb x fem!reader

should i write/finish this prompt yes or no

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Your childhood best friend Caleb who makes your heart skip a beat after realizing how much he’s grown. 

Every time you have a conversation with him and you have to look up and he tilts his head down is when you especially notice it. Midway through your sentence when he tilts his head looking at you and you completely forget what you were saying.

 You remembered when he was just the same height as you, jumping over your fence and messing around with you in your backyard. Now, his figure absolutely dominated over yours, and it was something he never shut up about. 

“You’re so little, pipsqueak. Remember when we were the same height?”

“I grew so much and you’re stuck being such a tiny thing.”

“I remember when you tackled me onto the couch when we were little. I doubt you could do it now though.”

Another instance is when your mom assigns the both of you to go run her errands. 

“Cmon, I can carry it,” Caleb grips the bottom of the box, clearly not letting you have an attempt at it. 

“Caleb, let’s just bring it in together! It’s heavier than it looks!” you argue. And you weren’t wrong. This box filled with rice was much heavier than it appeared to be. 

“Why don’t you carry in the bags instead?” You watch as he grunts and picks up the heavy box, his muscles flexing. You feel your cheeks flush and you can’t tell if it’s out of annoyance or something else. 

And his voice. Once light and cheery, his voice now resonant and rich yet still carrying the sweet playfulness of your childhood. The way he lowered his voice when it was just the two of you. The way it sweetened when you were around. You wondered if he always spoke this way.

Yet, there were some things that didn’t change a bit. The way his eyes slightly crinkled when he showed off that dumb, boyish smile. The way he messes with his hands when he’s bored. The way he tussles your hair when you’re in close enough proximity. The way you two laughed over stupid things together. The way you messed around like little kids when you were around each other. Just, the nature of the two of you when you were together. 

Growing up with him was definitely fun and adorable, but now that you’re a little older, a new feeling brews in you every time you see him. Maybe it was the way you both matured. Or maybe the fact that in a way your relationship with him never changed, and it was still as vibrant as it’s always been. 

You were starting to question your feelings. More importantly, if he felt any attraction for you either. You couldn’t tell if his eyes always lingered on you like this. Or if he always hugged you like he had nothing else. Or if he always whispered so that only you could hear. 

You know your feelings now. You hoped he wasn’t as clueless as you thought he was, praying that maybe he tells you that he noticed how much you’ve changed in a way that makes his heart race. Maybe he could soothe your aching feelings towards him before he runs off to college. 

Yet, one day you come to see him in his new college dorm. And your heart shatters when he cheerfully tells you about the girl he’s been seeing.

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staring

caleb always stares at you, but why?

caleb x reader, lil hurt/comfort. not proofread (ofc)

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You often catch Caleb staring at you. 

Reading a book? Eating a meal he made you? Scrolling lazily on social media? He’s always looking at you, with that dumb little grin on his face, leaning against a table or doorframe, just admiring you. 

Everytime you catch him, you get flustered and try to shoo him away. “Caleb! Stop staring at me!” yelling as you throw something at him so he can just go away. He stands there like an idiot, blocking himself with his arms, laughing. 

“What do you mean?” he throws his arms over his head again as he braces himself for whatever you next decide is throwable. 

What you don’t realize, however, is the reason behind why he does it, let alone so often. Sure, he stares at you for a long time because he gets lost thinking about how adorable you are, but the true reason why is far more daunting.

Caleb can’t stop looking at you because he’s scared of losing you again. He’s scared of turning around and finding you gone. He fears every time he sees you may be the last and he wants to engrave every aspect of you into his soul just in case. 

One night, you invite him over knowing he’ll be back from Skyhaven. While waiting, you find yourself falling asleep on the couch while watching a particularly boring movie. Some time later, you wake up to see him looking down at you and yelp. You try to rub the sleep away from your eyes then return his stare. You definitely weren’t expecting him to watch you sleep. 

You’re about to say something, yell at him for not waking you up and for scaring you, but something is a little off. This time, that boyish grin is nowhere to be found. He’s frowning with his brows furrowed as he watches over you. Your expression soon matches his. “What? What’s wrong?”

“You didn’t reply to my messages. I got worried that something happened to you.” He’s never usually this serious. You awkwardly laugh and brush it off, “Sorry, I got sleepy, haha.” You sit up and pat the spot next to you, yet he stands unmoving. 

He continues to stare at you to take in the fact that you’re intact and totally alright. The worry is still evident in the tenseness of his face and body. He was truly scared that something happened, that he really lost you again. He won’t tell you that he rushed here, breaking every rule on the road as his heart beat out of his chest, just to find you peacefully sleeping. 

“You gonna keep staring at me?” you tilt your head slightly and smile. You hope it lightens the mood. “You worry me, you know that? Looking at you puts me at ease because I know you’re okay.” he softly says as he walks over to the spot you offered earlier. His eyes never leave yours as he sits down. 

He leans against your shoulder and snuggles his head into the crook of your neck. His arms wrap around your waist, You’re not exactly sure what to do, hesitating before you run your hands up and down his back. 

“Don’t forget to text me back next time, okay?” he slightly peeks his head up to look at you. You nod in acknowledgement, “Okay, I will.” That’s all he needed to hear, and that’s all that needed to be said. 

Lesson learned: from now on, you are going to text him back and you’re not going to question why he stares at you anymore.

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i lost all ability to write and im so angry at this spring banner (caleb come home)

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thinking about the love and deepspace receipts 🤔

things they buy!

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someone tell me xavier isn't constantly buying a new pillow because he claims the one he just bought "hurts his neck too much" as if it isn't his fault that he sleeps anywhere and everywhere and that's probably why his neck hurts, but also because he's constantly fighting/working so he's probably also a little tense. he's got the expensive cooling technology firm memory foam pillow i know it.

i wonder if zayne believes in supplements. if you were to go grocery shopping and try to pick up some, he'd probably yap on and on about how they are actually scams and an overabundance of each supplement can actually do more harm than good. the type of guy to actually read labels, making sure he's not putting too many toxins into his body.

do you guys ever wonder if rafayel actually grocery shops (not to buy random crap)? the answer is probably not but i think that he thinks that a banana is 10 dollars a piece (because he is so filthy rich it hurts). he probably also doesn't eat food from the grocery store, besides his silly snacks. and if he were ever to be in one he'd only question the potential of each item to be turned into a pretty and usable paint. so... he actually only shops at the art store.

sylus eats like the rich man he is. he eats tons of expensive steaks, lobsters, crabs, etc etc. always buying the highest quality food he can find. its fine-dining at his place basically all the time. will toss any good thing he sees into his cart. when he's out shopping, he also really likes to stop by the record shop to see if any new classical vinyls to pick from.

caleb is the best person to shop with. he always knows how to pick the best fruit, meat, vegetables, anything. plus, anything you point at, he can probably make into a meal. he's the best at actually bringing home necessary items on the list, but will often toss in a few extra things cuz why not. number one malewife!

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sorry i got busy ill be back soon

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random ten pull in the middle of a restaurant.. i had no pity either???

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sick - (lads ver.)

lads men when they're sick x gn!reader

fluff :)

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Xavier is an absolute warrior when he is sick. He is rarely sick due to his thriving immune system (he probably eats dirt :/) and constant well rested body (always sleeping). Even though he doesn’t necessarily take good care of himself, he also has to keep up good health due to his demanding job. He can’t be fighting sick now, can he? However, when he does get sick, it is rather severe. He will ask you to come over and take care of him. You’re worried sick because he isn’t ever sick, let alone this terribly. You watch him sleep for a long time, feed him, and make sure he’s doing ok. He will ask you to stay with him until he gets better (you can’t say no). 

Zayne is more than capable of taking care of himself when he’s sick. He knows very well how to take care of his physical health and wellbeing, and knows the exact remedy to alleviate any form of sickness that comes to him. Shockingly, he is often sick, even though it is mild. Due to his extremely high stress levels and his evol being evil, he is usually fighting off mild colds or stress headaches. He’s good at hiding them especially because they happen often, and won’t really ask you to do anything for him. May ask you to come hang out though (yet you’ll make him soup and make sure he takes his meds). It’s nice to have time to talk to him while he’s sick too. 

Rafayel is so dramatic when he’s sick. He gets sick as much and as moderately as any other person, however he acts like he’s dying every single time. You will randomly get a call, begging you to come over to take care of his poor self. Of course, you do come over, to find him sprawled on the floor complaining about how miserable he is. You just gave yourself the responsibility of taking care of this man-child until he gets better, because there is no way he’s letting you leave until he is better. You make sure he’s treated like the princess he’s asking to be treated like: tucked in, read a story, kissed goodnight, cuddled (yup, you’re going to be sick tomorrow too), woken up to be fed porridge, given water, talked to, etc etc. He is absolutely pampered by you, and although you seem annoyed, you secretly adore him for it. 

Sylus gives up his usual cocky personality when he’s sick. You find him silently resting in bed, no comments to be heard. It’s very weird to not hear any snarky remarks, but rather his congestion with every breath he takes and the occasional coughing. You find Luke and Kieran already attending to him, and wonder why you’re even there in the first place. Clearly, he doesn’t need your care. However, before you leave, you see him open his eyes and beckon you over. He doesn’t need your care, but he definitely needs your presence. He pulls you into bed with him, holding you especially close. You listen to his labored breathing as he helplessly holds onto you. It was weird to see such a powerful man be so pathetic. You spend the night soothing the poor guy to sleep. You’re definitely going to make fun of him for how needy he is while sick later. 

Caleb always hides when he is sick. Even though he would go out of his way every time to help you recover from any ailment, he would never ask you to do the same. He doesn’t want to burden you with something so trivial, so he tries to fight off flu season all by himself. Unfortunately for him, you’ve known him long enough to know that he’s not really “too tired to hang out right now.” So, you come marching into his home with bags filled to the brim with anything he might need: flu medicine, pain relievers, a cloth (that you’ll wet for his fever), water, tea, juice, porridge, soup, everything. He’s shocked to see you, but boy is he glad. You scold him for being so stubborn, and remind him that you’d always be happy to care for him. You spend time taking care of him, and he’s basking in your amazing presence. Maybe he should be sick more often…

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finally got to writing lads!! expect to see them more often, haha

"lads ver." up top cuz ill probably write one for jjk too

[always1star]

break up (and make up)

gojo x gn!reader

hurt/comfort (kinda), fluff

not proofread :(

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Satoru Gojo is actually the most arduous ex-boyfriend you have ever had. 

After dating for a year, you figured that your relationship no longer held its initial excitement, now frankly becoming boring. You found that both you and him no longer had the time nor enjoyment to spend the days with each other anymore. It was almost like you were avoiding each other, and splitting up seemed inevitable at that point. Even though you loved each other, you bit the bullet and told him how you felt. It was almost in passing: he was about to leave your apartment after stopping by to pick up his forgotten laptop, and you suddenly blurted, “Let’s break up… I just don’t think this is working anymore.” Satoru, who was putting on his shoes by your front door, paused. He slowly looked up at you, smiled, and simply said, “See you tomorrow” as he continued to tie his sneakers on. He shut the door behind him, leaving you in shock. Did he just totally ignore you?

He really meant what he said. The next day, he came to your apartment unannounced early in the morning. Banging on your door, he loudly shouted, “LET ME IN BABE!!!!!!!” to be sure that you could hear him. Since it was barely six, you were still in bed, a pillow wrapped over your ears as you tried to ignore him. You sighed. Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t afford to have a noise complaint sent to you. So, grudgingly, you dragged yourself out of bed and opened the door, eyes barely open. 

There he was: smiling, dressed up, and holding two cups of what you assumed was coffee. He invited himself in, brushing right past you and rambling. “Seriously, the barista kept falling asleep on me or something, it took him forever to even get one drink done. I mean, I get that it’s early in the morning, but can’t you do your job? I felt bad, so I tipped the poor guy like 50% of the order total haha.” Satoru was setting his things down on your counter and sitting in one of your dining chairs, making himself totally at home. You still stood by the front door, and looked at him in utter horror. “Satoru… We broke up yesterday… What are you doing here?” 

He continued to ramble, ignoring you again. “While I was on the way here, I saw this little cat too! It was so cute, seriously. It ran when I approached it though.” He sipped from his coffee, “Ah, it’s so hot!” Satoru gasped and fanned his hands at his mouth in an attempt to alleviate the burning. You sighed as you walked over and took a seat beside him. It was too early for this: the sun just barely came up. “Hey, I’m serious. Why are you ignoring me?” You rested your head on your hand, exhaustion threatening to take over. He finally looked at you, and you noticed his swollen eyes. Had he been crying? “Were you really serious?” he asked sadly. “I was. Won’t you work with me? Please-” He interrupted. “Why? Why do you want to break up? I said I wanted to live the rest of my life with you, and I don’t say that lightly…” He swirled his coffee around in the paper cup slowly. You thought carefully about your next words. “I don’t think that I can make it through what’s going on between us. I’m sorry.” You looked down as you spoke. When you looked up, you saw him… smiling? 

“Here, I even have something for you. Please reconsider!” He perked up; his enthusiasm suddenly skyrocketed, contradictory to his previous sadness. He whipped out a speaker from his bag, and turned on a piano instrumental. Satoru started singing awkwardly shouting “When I Was Your Man” by Bruno Mars. You looked at him, mouth agape. How could someone make such a good song sound so damn bad? You started laughing at his tone-deaf attempt at singing. 

Suddenly, the spark you thought was missing came back. You hunched over, unable to keep in your giggles as he put his heart and soul into his performance. In the back of your mind, you wondered what ever made you think to give up on him. This was the love of your life. You may have hit a rough patch, sure, but that didn’t change your love for each other. You started to tear up, partially because of laughing so hard and partially because of regret. As the song came to a close, Satoru sat back down out of breath. “How was that? Take me back yet?” You looked into his eyes, the ones that you adore so much. “You know, I thought that we weren’t going to make it through this stage of our relationship. I regret giving up so early, because I really do love you.” Satoru beamed. “So… does that mean you take me back?” You giggled. “You make such a bad ex, I think I might just have to take you as my boyfriend again…” Satoru jumped up, pumping his fist in the air, shouting “Woo!” 

You guys literally stayed apart for less than twelve hours. You will never leave this guy.

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bad day

feat. corporateboyfriend!gojo

gojo x gn!reader when gojo has a bad day at work </3

hurt/comfort, no warnings (i think)

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corporateboyfriend!gojo who comes home after a bad day. i mean, every day at the office is a bad day, but today was particularly shitty. hes exhausted and hungry, and all he wants is some peace, quiet, and rest. he comes home, his body feeling heavy, dragging himself through the door. he doesn’t even feel like going through his usual routine. he kicks his shoes off, not bothering to align them with the rest of the shoes like he usually does. he walks over to the counter and drops off his stuff. he can smell something cooking, but hed rather sleep right now more than anything. but, he feels it would be courteous to say hi to you before he goes to bed. 

next thing satoru knows, hes sitting at the dining table nearly dozing off while you cook. you’re complaining to him and hes just sitting around because he doesnt want to cut you off. but also he's too tired to communicate that he needs some space right now and desperately needs to sleep. you notice his uncharacteristic silence and ask him what’s wrong. satoru, already being as frustrated as he was with his low energy and hunger, just gets really upset. hes had a very long day: his team isnt doing their jobs, his manager wont stop nagging, and his project is due in three days. 

you watch as he unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt and loosens his tie. he holds his head in one of his hands, deeply sighing. you furrow your brows because something isnt right. you turn down the stove and approach him with worry. you open your mouth to speak your concerns again before you suddenly hear him say, “god, could you be quiet? please?”

stumbling back in shock, you immediately shut your mouth and back away from him. it was clear he didnt want to be talked to, but his words felt like a stab through your body. you look at him again and see his eyes blown wide, regret immediately covering his face. you and satoru never really fought over frivolous things, so this was an absolute first, leaving the both of you in surprise and confusion. 

you meekly utter an apology, and turn to walk away. forgetting his previous exhaust, satoru jumps up. “wait, please. i’m sorry i didn’t mean it” you sigh. “its ok, youre tired i get it.” you reply, you back still facing him. you feel as his arms wrap around your waist and his body envelopes yours. “i know that i had a really shitty work day today, but that doesnt mean i get to disrespect you like that. im sorry.” you smile and lean back into his embrace, knowing he was already forgiven. “its okay, really satoru. if you want to make it up to me, why dont you eat dinner with me tonight? arent you hungry?” 

you feel his face nuzzle into your neck. “again, im sorry, i really do love you… whats for dinner?”

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HES MY FAVORITE!!!! and he's real guys... i swear...

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stars in the sky

star's current masterlist. constantly updated

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JJK:

gojo

vanilla perfume (fluff)

corporateboyfriend!gojo drabble

corporateboyfriend!gojo headcannons

bad day feat. corporateboyfriend!gojo

break up (and make up)

sukuna

the time we were together (angst)

uncle!sukuna

toji

meeting newborn megumi

megumi's first word

various characters

hug me!!!

valentines day

apologies

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LADS:

various characters

sick

things they buy

caleb

staring

childhood best friend (drabble)

him doing your hair

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anything i write is tagged under .⊹˖ star's works

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apologies

how jjk men show they’re sorry after an argument

includes: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, and sukuna (seperate pairings)

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Gojo who apologizes with his money. He’s an avid gift buyer, coming home with flowers and cards and stuffed animals while you’re still pouting. The type of guy to get on his hands and knees because he simply doesn't care and would do anything just so you can look at him again. Of course, you always will forgive him because you love him and he’s great. In my opinion, also the most likely to own up to his mistakes and make genuine change. 

Geto who has the most poetic apologies. He’s mr full blown apology, sitting you down and ranting on and on about what went wrong and how things will be different next time. The communication in your relationship is always very important to him. He’s really good with his words so it's really easy to find where he's coming from and to forgive him, and so you guys make up in maybe thirty minutes after an argument. Maybe also a little manipulative with the way you forgive him with his words so easily (uh oh).

Nanami who’s lowkey a stubborn apologizer. Unfortunately, I think he's the type of guy to not think he's wrong and drag it out for as long as he can before he realizes he actually is wrong and then wont stop apologizing. He will take over every chore you have, will buy you things, will say he’s sorry over and over again even if you're already over it. He feels so sorry for ever even doubting that you were right. He probably won’t ever forgive himself, but you’re long over it and waiting for him to just forget it ever happened. 

Toji who isn’t too sure how to say sorry. He’s the type of guy to not really know how to say sorry but he tries anyway. Usually tries to mend things with a simple, “I’m sorry,” but he never really apologizes more than that. He’s not used to receiving, let alone giving apologies, but he wants to try with you because he wants you to know that he’s willing to make change and adapt to you. Although he isn’t too great with his words sometimes, he will treat you extra well (even better than before! and he treats you super well!!!) for the next 2 weeks lol. 

Sukuna who hates saying sorry. He never ever will say sorry because it would hurt his pride too much. However, upon seeing how upset your arguments with him made you, he lets go of his pride just a little bit. Instead of saying sorry, he shows you he is through little actions. He stops doing things you don’t like him doing for a little: he shows up on time, is a little more proper, tries to be a little nicer. Small things that other people would barely notice, but you deeply appreciate him trying.

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sorry for not writing, i made lads characters on the sims and have been having a blast... :)

[always1star]

valentines day with jjk men

Gojo who goes all out: taking the day off, spending thousands of dollars, making sure the day is absolutely perfect for his darling. He takes Valentine’s day very seriously. He wakes you up with your favorite breakfast in bed, one that he spent way too long making in the very early hours in the morning. He finishes off breakfast by gifting you a considerably large bouquet of red roses and a teddy bear the size of an actual bear. He beckons you to eat and get ready so you two can spend the rest of your day together. You go shopping (and come home with armfuls of designer shopping bags), go to a restaurant (that costs basically your entire paycheck for the appetizer alone), and drive around the city in one of his all-too-nice cars. You both fall asleep the second you come home, exhausted from all the love shared throughout the day. 

Geto who likes to treat Valentine’s day as if it were any other date. Don’t get me wrong though, because every date with him is special and unforgettable. He picks you up from your workplace with an assortment of purple, pink, white, and red flowers. He plants a kiss on your lips as you get into his car, and the two of you head to the restaurant that you seem to always come back to. Dinner is eaten, conversations are spoken, and the two of you head back home to watch a movie. Whether it be The Notebook or The Conjuring, movies are always enjoyable with him. The two of you bundle up under one blanket on the couch and share a couple snacks, very much enjoying your Valentine’s this year.

Nanami who prefers to do Valentine’s at home. Although going out and spoiling you is nice too, he would much rather stay at home with you. A mundane day is his favorite, considering his incredibly demanding life. So, for Valentine’s day, he skips out on whatever overtime he may be forced into, and comes home to you with some white tulips. You two make and have a candlelit dinner, bake a cake, watch a shitty romcom, have a warm bath while talking about your days, and sleep entangled with each other. It’s nothing special, but it’s something the both of you couldn’t keep yourselves from looking forward to. 

Toji who truly is trying his best. It almost makes you hysterical, seeing him be so stupified by a holiday for love, but you know he just wants to try for you. He comes home with totally irrelevant gifts: lilies (which is normal), a whisk, red towels, and play-doh. You’re dying laughing, clenching onto your core and holding onto the counter for support as you fall over from laughing. He’s just utterly mortified. So, in an attempt to make it up, Toji invites you out to dinner. Toji loves to see you all dressed up, so this is great for him too. He treats you to dinner, but the wait for a table during Valentine’s is absurdly long at every restaurant. Toji ends up taking you to get some random ramen place he knows, and after treating you to ice cream. The two of you come home and fall asleep. Some people may not have considered your day favorable, but you think it’s absolutely perfect and wouldn’t trade it for anything else. 

Sukuna who doesnt give a single flying fuck about Valentine’s day. But, he is willing to give it a chance this time around, just for you. He grumbles as he walks through the store staring at all the people deciding what to buy for their loved ones. He eventually picked up a box of chocolates, a bouquet of pink carnations, and a white stuffed bear because those just happened to be the things that were popular amongst other shoppers. He looks online for date ideas, and figures tickets to a museum wouldn’t be so bad. He surprises you with the gifts when you come home, and you are so excited. He thinks that maybe this whole “Valentine’s” ordeal isn’t so bad after all. He’s trying, and maybe soon he will see improvement, and that’s wonderful to you. 

lowkey a filler post bc my real valentines special is not done... enjoy this instead. happy valentines, everyone!

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hug me!!!

jjk men vs. hugging x gn!reader

includes: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, and sukuna (seperate pairings)

fluff, no warnings. headcannons :3

a/n: my first time writing for some of these characters.. help..

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gojo who hugs you playfully. the type of guy to pick you up and spin you around, i feel. the whole time youre begging him to put you down because youre dizzy, but he just laughs and carries on. also the type of guy to go in for a hug and then tickle you mercilessly. he always has you giggling when youre in his hold, and hes pretty much smiling the whole time too. hot take: he doesnt really hug people, but hes really big on physical touch. so, although he wont hug you often, his hands are always slung around your shoulder, wrapped around your waist, or holding onto your hands.

geto who likes greeting hugs. will always start his hellos with a hug and say his goodbyes with one too. every time you see him, you expect it. usually has a hold on your back with one arm and your waist with his other. usually holds you just long enough to inhale your scent, then lets you go. he likes being a casual hugger, but his hugs always seem memorable.

nanami who is a little bit of an awkward hugger. like, loose side hug kind of feel. i mean, he does hug you, but its more like pulling you in just enough so that your chest is barely grazing against his, and he kind of just… slightly rubs/pats your back a little. pulls away quickly. i feel hes a lot bigger on small, intimate touches rather than things like hugging. ex. when he sits next to you he will find your hand and play with your fingers, stuff like that.

toji who basically engulfs you in all of his hugs. hes got such a big frame that youre basically just squished in him. he hugs you tight, arms around your waist, pushing air up out of you. he doesnt really seem like the kinda guy to ask for hugs, but he is such a sucker for them. will hug you whenever he can, no matter his mood. he holds you for a long time, making hours of your day dedicated to holding him. hes kinda like a big teddy bear basically.

sukuna who is NOT a hugger. if you really want to, maybe he will put his arm around your shoulder for a little. i am dead set on this man being a d1 kisser but a downright refuser for hugs. he thinks it makes him look too soft or something idk. just doesn’t enjoy being restricted in someone elses arms.