notes: a bit late entry for @katsukidotcom lover’s lane collab! tysm for the opportunity to participate in it, i really appreciate it! <3
warnings: mention of granny’s hypothetical death (as a joke)
Rindou Haitani has never been someone to bathe his loved ones with affection, not in the least showing warm feelings first, in no way a type to be called a lover from dreams.
Speaking whatever appeared in his mind, he often tells things that shouldn’t have been told, be it more or less harmful ones, or just simply stupid, always killing the perfect atmosphere you’ve desperately tried to create. By no means it was purposeful – the words forming on his tongue were only representing his bold personality, Rindou without these characteristics wouldn’t be the Rindou you know and, despite him being an annoying piece of ass, love.
But sometimes luck was on your side, as the younger Haitani’s brain got struck by a cupid’s arrow or even a few, sentences flowing in the air indisputably soaked with the flame his heart was burning with, actions resembling the passion and desire he’s surely having deep inside him.
“I hate it,” a soft murmur leaves your mouth, as you cut another portion of pink and red sheets, thin papers falling on your knees and slipping to the ground from where the boy is collecting them.
“It makes the two of us,” Rindou grumbles back, gluing one side of the paper after folding it in half. “Useless,” he hisses, connecting outside endings, forming the stripe into a heart.
You sigh, glancing behind the window. The sun is slowly setting down, orange rays painting inside of the classroom, pretty light gleaming on your boyfriend’s face, his brows furrowed in annoyance, lower lip caught in-between teeth. You know he’s here only because you’ve forced him to – if it was anyone else but you he’d gotten assigned to do decorations with, he would’ve left before the teacher finished their sentence. “We should finish before it’s completely dark,” you’re not sure if the one you try to convince is Rin or yourself, and the boy seems to notice it, lilac irises blasting at your figure, one eye narrowed.
“Talking drivel, huh?” He snickers, throwing a handful of paper hearts to a big bin to his left.
“I’m just trying to be positive,” sticking a tip of your tongue, you grunt, shooting a rubber in the direction of his face, which he repels with a quick movement of his wrist.
Closing eyelids, Rindou shakes his head. “Not worth it. We should just leave. These fuckers screw around thinking they can use us as they want. We should have left as they told us to make these stupid decorations.”
You move your scissors carefully, cutting yet another sheet from a huge pile left for you to make valentine’s themed garlands. You’ve already spoken about it, participating in yet another conversation with the boy seems pointless since the only aspect he considers worthy looking at is if something is fun in his perception – and creating tons of pink and red decorations doesn’t sit with the definition of entertaining to Rindou.
“If we hurry up, we should finish in an hour,” you ignore his words, throwing a handful of stripes onto his lap. “Let’s just… let’s get over with it now.”
In the arsenal of Rindou’s traits there’s a huge place left for stubbornness, which shows as often as his mind tells him to. “A chocolate. No. Three chocolates,” he says, placing chin on the tips of his fingers barely brushing against each other.
“What are you even talking about?” you murmur, and by the way your legs bounce Rin knows you’re bored. Another weight on the side we should go home on the scale, giving him a better chance to win this.
“Gonna buy you three chocolates if you decide to drop this shit and go home with me. If you scatter the pieces all over the school you’ll get a double,” the boy sneers, corners of his mouth wide enough to force cute dimples to pop out on his pretty face.
You chortle, shaking your head lazily. As much as you love this idea, the thought of getting expelled from the school and later explaining to your parents that it’s mostly because of the boy they warned you about doesn’t sit right with you. “Why would we even do this?” Your voice is clearly affected by the silly smile caused by Rin’s offer, and it makes him even more determined to get out of school with you right now.
“For shits ‘n giggles,” he replies, moving his body in your direction, long arms wrapping around your legs. His light eyes are gawking at you from under thick curtains of lashes, waiting for you to break under his pleas. “C’mon. The more time we waste on talking, the less movies we can watch later.”
You sigh. He’s right that your teachers have been out of their minds while dumping all the hard work on only the two of you, but at the same time responsibilities are responsibilities, and you really shouldn't disregard them only because of a mere whim. “Chocolates and a movie won’t bribe me,” you answer, throwing a huge pile of stripes on Rindou’s face.
He narrows his eyes, a tiny pout creating on his mouth. The fight’s not over, he thinks. “Then what could possibly bribe you?” He says nonchalantly, throwing the papers off his head and shoulders.
“Hmmmm…” you hum, only pretending to ponder on his words. You know that sooner or later he would succeed in convincing you to simply drop the work and worry about it tomorrow morning, so you have to destroy his will to keep trying with an idea so absurd and impossible even one of the Haitanis would give up. “Not getting expelled from school is important, y’know? If nothing big happens we should just stay and finish these fucking garlands.”
“Big? Like there’s a huge promo for everything in your favorite shop kinda big? Or your great grandmother’s dying in a hospital, we have to hurry to hear her final words big? Or-”
“No.” You cut him off before hearing another volley of crazy ideas this boy’s mind could’ve created. “Like… we’re getting married tonight kinda big.
“Married, you say?” he mumbles, and by the small wrinkle between his brows, you know something’s up. Instead of quitting, he’s considering your words and it makes you gulp. “Sure. Let’s do it.”
Without any more unnecessary words Rindou takes one of the red stripes from the ground and glues it so that it creates a thin loop. Prepping himself on the heels of his palms, he kneels one one knee, and an instant wave of warmth hits your cheeks. “Rin, no-”
“Shaddap, you coward.” Your mouth opens into a perfect o shape, and as you want to continue, he presses a finger harshly against your lips. “Shush. Ekhem…” There’s a short moment of silence between the two of you, the boy clearly collecting his thoughts. “Y/N. We know each other for years, I have no idea how fucking many, but surely a lot. We've been together for at least a few months; more than five but I’m pretty sure that less than a whole year, and I know it’s not that much, but honestly who cares. I really don’t want to make these decorations – I would much prefer to share this precious evening of February 13th with the love of my life, with my future spouse. Will you marry me?”
You blink one, two, three times before bending in half, hiding face in palms. He’s way too blunt. Your heart feels as if desperately trying to pop out of your chest. The things he says ring in your brain, making you all fuzzy.
“I know your answer is yes so hurry up.” Back to the non-romantic Rindou again. Not that he’s been trying to be one in the first place – babbling whatever thoughts have been spilled on his tongue only to get what his lazy ass wants. Pulling harshly on your palm, he puts the ring on your finger. “We have a cake to buy for tonight's wedding.”
Rin quickly jumps onto his feet, catching your forearm before you have a chance to react. Dragging you behind him, he rushes to the school exit, almost making you trip, countless paper hearts trailing the path the two of you traverse as a close-to-be-married couple now.
okay, so we start with da feelings. hurts a bit ngl
SILLY LITTLE MAN HE’S SOOOO ADORABLE I LOVE TAKEMICHI SM
okay soooo,,, i’ve been feeling this name from, dunno, 220 chapter, where it seemed so off to me that wakui presented takemichi saying at least two times that he’s goal is to be toman’s leader. and it felt weird, the fact that it didn’t happen. but now it makes so much sense. takemichi stating he’s planning to become toman’s leader wasn’t a whim, it was his promise that he fulfilled
my oh my they all meet to celebrate my birthday, how nice <3333
OH GOD HE’S SO PRECIOUS
from the bottom of my heart i love mizo mid.
ayyyyy, they both look amazing,,,,
THANKING TO GODS THAT WAKUI HAS HEARD US SAYING WE HAVE TO HAVE THIS PARTICULAR SENJU OUTFIT. SHE LOOKS SOOOO BADASS!!!
(also my baby boy inupi, he’s just oh so pretty)
it gives me a big vibe of mikey saying he wants to get baji back
aaaaa akkuun don’t cryyy
nice words to end a chapter micchy!
conclusion for today: they all look hella badass in this chapter and i love more and more everyone. end of the story byeeeeeee
I can feel the upcoming content containing mostly Hyoga from Dr Stone. This bitch has literally no fanfics, a bit of fanarts and as a proud partner I should fill these gaps.
i have returned! it is i, random anon. *dramatic entrance music*
Anyways, curiously, do u think mikey keeps plushies and hugs them whenever he sleeps? I mean we've seen him hug body pillows. Maybe he received one from shinichiro or emma? Oh lord what if he keeps emma's pink bear plushie after she...
-random anon
hiiiiii, i also have returned my dear anon! How are you these days? <3
The answer for your question is 100% true. Mikey is known to sleep with his favorite blanket, I'm sure if one of his siblings has bought him a plushie, he would treasure it deeply. He doesn't hide the fact he does so but he doesn't talk about it either. If somebody was to ask him he would answer truthfully – after all there's nothing our dear Manjiro has to worry about, no shame detected.
ALSO. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO ADD THE LAST SENTANCE. IT HURTSSSS
and yes, he does sleep with it...
As I was having my break from tumblr I was reading Dr. Stone manga (finished it in 10 days). And now I’m considering writing stuff with it, ‘cause dayyummm, I’m in love with a few characters and there’s not enough content for me to consume
i was a giggly kid back then. always looking forward to summer vacations and beaches skjsjdjs now i can’t even step outside without staring lifelessly at ppl lmao
tagging @mochi-coffee, @sri-likes-to-read, @kakuchew, @etheralyonn, @awkwardly-monmon, @sscarchiyo, @wwintersun, @nameless-shrimp, @aruuq + anyone who wants to! no pressure!!
sorry for spaming you rn with all these reblogs djsjnsnx
i was always an annoying kid. the one who wanted to know everything about the world and be successful in everything. it’s not that a lot has changed. just the motivation burned out a bit hahha
tysm for the tag Katie! <33 and sorry for a very delayed response – literally the day you tagged me was the day I decided to make a short break from tumblr xjdbjxdb
ahhh, since i’m still a small blog i don’t do many games bcs i feel like no one would participate in them but it sounds like so much fun!!!
Hi hey hello! I’m back from my little break, with now cleared mind – ready to write again! For now I’m gonna check all of the messages ‘n everything. Tomorrow gonna try to post something!
The snow has been pouring like crazy the past few days, its amount only getting bigger and bigger until the city government announced it as an emergency, stating that it’s too dangerous for civilians to leave their houses, so they require to wait it out a bit, with a hope the weather conditions will improve. As much as it has worked for you, now completing your tasks remotely from the warmth of your bed, your boyfriend couldn’t be more unlucky – the curses not giving a single fuck about the government’s announcements, as if only growing in strength caused by people’s dread.
“Welcome home, sweetheart!” you exclaim, giving a hard smooch to Nanami’s cold cheek, your palms quickly working with the buttons of his coat.
“Welcome, darling,” he sighs, shaking the white fluff off his head.
“How was it today?” you ask, hopping around him with your fast hands helping the man undress from all of the unnecessary layers.
Nanami visibly bites the insides of his cheeks, preventing himself from cursing. “Exhausting. This dimwit is unbearable sometimes.”
“Satoru?” You ask, and before you have an opportunity to say more, the man nods. "Would you like to tell me about it in the kitchen? I’ve tracked your location and I already made you hot chocolate!” you giggle, dragging him by the wrist. And by the soft chuckle coming from Kento’s lips you know he’s taken the bait to spend the rest of the evening with you.
I think I’m gonna get a few days break from this app. It feels a bit overwhelming to post a writing every single day, and I just need a bit time where I don’t stress if I post anything or not
Winter Date Scenarios – Jujutsu Kaisen Characters; Advent Calendar Event Day 11
characters: gojou, sukuna, yuuta [separately] x gn!reader
genre & style: fluff, scenarios + in sukuna’s part it’s a non-curse au
word count: 2k
notes: it’s the end of january and i’m sure i won’t be able to write anything more for this event so it’s the last post for my advent calendar. it sucks that i couldn’t complete all of the fics i’ve prepared but i may change them and do a casual fic out of them or use them this year’s holidays lmaooo
also i’ve written this in december, i didn’t post it ‘cause i wanted to write one scenario more but couldn’t bring myself too
warnings: playful insults
event’s masterlist
Gojou; ice skating
“Are you sure it’s a good idea, Satoru?” Your scream-whisper echoes through empty corridors as you squeeze the man’s palm tightly, the buzzing sound of the yellowed lights irritates your ears, every little flicker making you jump with fear. It’s the middle of the night and Gojou has decided that it’s a perfect time for a date. Without explaining anything to you, he put you in a car and drove for a few minutes only to park in front of an indoor ice rink, which was obviously closed. But did that stop him from entering and dragging you with him? The answer’s simple.
“Of course it is,” he mutters, tugging you by your sleeve behind him. He lowers his sunglasses, checking words on a plate stuck to metal doors. “I’ve done this a few times already, you have nothing to worry about, sweet cheeks.” After a few seconds he proceeds to pull your hand again, walking in the direction of another door.
“What are we doing?” You whine, your head constantly turning around in dread of getting caught. “Shouldn’t we, dunno, skate instead of walking?” You almost trip off on your shoelace, but Satoru catches you with his infinity without even looking in your direction. “Yeah, yeah, we should, but first we need to find… a key room!” The man exclaims, pointing at the plate with “KEY ROOM. NO ADMISSION FOR UNAUTHORIZED” written in all caps.
You blink a few times after propping yourself upright on the invisible wall. “Very thoughtful of you to listen to the signs,” you comment, when Gojou’s aiming his finger at the door’s lock. “Yeah. I know. Pew-pew!” A bit usage of purple and the lock’s gone. “Wait here, it’s gonna take me a sec. Where are you sweet mama…” Satoru murmurs to himself, and when you observe him, you really think that he looks and acts like a maniac right now. “Bingo!” Loud clunk of the keys being tossed later you two can finally go on the ice.
“Told you it was a great idea,” Gojou says, while putting skates he’s taken from the rental.
“Until somebody nabs us? Yeah, it’s nice,” you mutter while doing small circles on the ice, waiting for your boyfriend to come join you. “What would you do if a guard was inside?” You ask, and Satoru looks at you confused.
“I would one-shot his ass, duuuh- whoaah!” The man almost fell over only after standing up. “How do you keep balance in this shit?” He snarls, keeping his hands on the railing.
“Gimme your hand ‘n I’m gonna show you how- wait. Didn’t you tell me that it’s not the first time doing this?” You gesticulate. “I thought you meant breaking into the ice rink at night.”
“Well, haha, yes but no.” He deadpans, and you furrow your eyebrows, crossing arms. “Explain yourself then.” Your previous fear of getting caught has turned into anger.
“Do we really have to do this right now, baby? Gimme your hands and let’s have fun, yeah? Gimme. Gimme them!” Gojou bends and straightens his fingers, waiting for you to come closer. And you move away by a bit. “Really? Really, Y/N?” he snarks, while clucking with annoyance. “And I thought you loved me.” The inner theatre kid comes out when Satoru does all sorts of dramatic movements with his head (his palms still desperately cling to the railing), at the end sending you a very pitiful glance.
“I’m waitin’.” You reply.
“Tsk. Okay. So I’ve been here one time in the middle of the night, ‘cause I had to get rid of a curse. Happy now?”
A prolonged sigh escapes your pressed lips. “You’re a failure, I swear. A disaster sent to ruin my life.” Despite your words you approach the failure. “Twenty minutes. Maybe thirty if you’re gonna listen to me. I’ll teach you the basics, ‘cause it’ll be easier to do it now, rather than when other people are skating too, and then we’re gonna come back here tomorrow for an actual, non-illegal date, ‘kay?”
Gojou nods, a shameless smirk on his face. Gosh, it’s annoying, the fact that you hate him so much and it doesn’t make you love him any less.
Sukuna; snowball fight
“Oh no…” You murmur to yourself as you stand behind a big tree, your palm on your mouth so as to make sure that your breathing isn’t too loud.
“C’mon, Y/N, you know you can’t hide from me for long! Show yourself and I’ll show you my mercy… if I’ll still be in the mood to do so.”
You are aware of the exact position the man is in, as the snow cracks noisily after every little step that he makes. His movements are careful, yet he tries to find you as fast as possible, being impatient to hit you with the snowball grasped by his right hand.
You two were deep in the forest. It’s cold, tiny snowflakes falling from the sky, covering up your footprints showing the path you’d come on, and blurring the vision. It was supposed to be a nice romantic walk, since the world glistened beautifully in the white fluff, and the warm rays of the sun wade their way through the dense branches of trees. But it quickly escalated into a snowball fight after Sukuna decided to sprinkle your head with the tiny amount of snow. You immediately responded with a white fistful thrown behind his collar. And this silly and careless act started a war.
“Be nice and come out!” The tone of your boyfriend’s voice starts to be very nagging, syllables seem to be unnecessarily dragged out, a hint of impatience hidden at the end of every sentence. “Don’t be stupid. We both are aware of the fact that you may end up dead otherwise.” He might be annoyed by your stubbornness, but it doesn’t change the fact that you can hear the way he smirks to himself, licking his lips concentrated, tiny pupils focusing and searching for any tiniest movement. He’s having fun.
You feel that you are going to regret it, but you do it anyway. Trying to make the littlest movements, you crouch, taking a fistful of snow, and you fuse it tightly, making sure the ball is firmly packed. You are sure that, no matter what you do, Sukuna will take his revenge. Let’s just add a little bit of spice to it.
You say a little prayer in your head, and with all the willpower ever given to you, you jump from behind the tree and throw a snowball as hard as you can. You see it as if in slow motion – the white ball flies in a perfectly straight line, with a bit of rotation, and, what’s the best part of it, it crashes on the back of Sukuna’s head. You want to scream with joy, but, fortunately for you, the realization hits you immediately, as you stay silent. You fucked up.
Covering your mouth with both palms, you watch, as your boyfriend turns around, frenzyness in his eyes, they glisten in it, pupils focused on your silhouette. “Oh, you’re gonna be dead-dead,” he stuffs his cheek with the tongue while snapping his fingers. Your first reaction is to run away; and it’s a smart decision, considering Sukuna’s inhuman sprint right after you.
A few seconds later you are tucked into the cold ground, a white fluff all around you. Good luck bestie with not getting frostbite now.
Yuuta; snow angels
“It all sucks.” You sigh, looking at the clear, blue firmament above you. There’s not a single lazy cloud on the sky soaring with blasts of wind, warm rays of the sun dance across your cold cheeks, creating this funny tingling feeling.
“I don’t think it’s that bad, honey,” your boyfriend murmurs, his voice joyful with only a hint of sadness, and it is clear that Yuuta only tries to cheer you up. He's lying next to you, his body drowning in the sea of snow. A woolen hat covers his ears, cute gloves with a reindeer print envelope his palms and a matching scarf hugs his neck tightly. He looks like a big baby, all wrapped in different types of clothes so as not to catch a cold. “We still can spend some time together!” He smiles widely, while moving his arms and legs, sweeping the snow away, creating an imprint of a snow angel.
“Yeah. On another mission,” you mumble, a disappointed frown on your face.
“After Gojou arrives we’ll finish it almost right away, you’ll see. Then we can still go on our promised date!” He exclaims, sitting up to look at you. His happy expression fades away as he sees that you haven’t even started making your snow angel, and you’re just lying there with a sorrowful face, observing the sky. Your eyes look as if you are about to cry, a lower lip trembling with annoyance. Yuuta isn’t sure if you are more pissed than upset, but he’s sure that he needs to do something about it before Satoru arrives.
“Speaking of Gojou… This piece of shit is late again. After he assigned us to this stupid mission on Christmas Day, he has the audacity to show up late. He could at least tell us where we should go, so we wouldn’t waste time waiting for him to take us there!” Before you have a chance to continue your complaints, Okkotsu stands over you astride, and with his legs straight, he bends the upper half of his body down and grasps your arms. “What are you doing?” You are confused.
“Helping you with your angel!” He starts moving your limbs up and down, creating the cavity in the snow in the shape of wings. “You shouldn’t be sulking like this. You’re much prettier when you smile!” The corners of his mouth rise, as if he wants to show you how to do so. And it works. “See? Already better!”
You quickly finish making the snow angel with a few lazy motions of your legs and get up with the help of Yuuta’s hand. “Thanks, Yuuta.” You say, hugging him tightly. “I think I’m a bit better now.”
“My pleasure, love,” he pats the back of your head, as he brings you closer with his other arm, and kisses your temple.
“I don’t want to interrupt your lovey-dovey moment, but, where’ve you been?” A sudden voice reaches both of your ears, and you can feel that all of your muscles tenses immediately.
“Gojou.” You snarl, clicking your tongue, and moving away from your boyfriend to look at the man. “May I ask, why are you late?”
“I am late?” He tilts his head, and by the movement of his blindfold you can tell that he squints at you. “You are the ones that have never shown up.”
“What.” Both your and Yuuta’s voices ring out in the air.
“You told us to wait in front of the school, so that you and Ijichi would pick us up!” You defend yourselves, stamping the foot, and the snow creaks under it.
“Did I?” The grown up blurts out, tilting his head even more. “Welp, I finished it by myself, so you have the rest of the day free! GTG for your service!”
“That’s surprisingly generous of you, Gojou,” Okkotsu says, scratching his cheek with the pointing finger.
“Oh, yeah, I know right!” He exclaims, putting his hands on the hips. “But don’t worry, you have other missions scheduled for tomorrow morning and evening! A pack of two ‘cause, after all, there’s the two of you! Ahh, I love my students…”
“And you tell us only now about it?” You raise your voice, furrowing your eyebrows.
“Well, yeah! Call it a Christmas gift!” You can swear that he winks under the blindfold, invisible sparkles dancing around his abnormally tall body.
At first you blink blankly, looking at Gojou bewildered, but it doesn’t take you long to unbutton the cuffs of your jacket and roll them up as Yuuta desperately tries to stop you.
“Y/N, please.” He wants to catch your wrist, but the amount of layers of clothes makes him more immobile, so you easily slip away.
“Y/N,” Xiao starts slowly, his voice quiet, ears capturing sounds of your movements as he tries to guess what you’re doing. “We’re going to be late. Not that I care, but you’ve said that it’s important to you.”
“I know, I know!” you respond thoughtlessly, too occupied with the task you’ve set to yourself. “I’m almost done, adding some details! We’re gonna leave in five minutes, don’t worry, don’t worry~”
Yaksha sighs. He’s not mad nor irritated, simply concerned. He keeps wondering what may be the matter you want to risk seeing the most important part of the event you’ve waited a few months for. Yet, he’s sure you wouldn’t make an ill-considered decision, so he stays quiet, with eyelids tightly shut as you’ve asked him to, his palms steady on thighs.
“Okay, I think I’m ready!” you exclaim, adding finishing touches to your creation. “You may open your eyes now.”
At first Xiao is silent, his golden irises capturing what’s in front of him, but as soon as he realizes that it’s not his imagination, that it’s really there, his heart fills with warmth, pupils widen and lower lip starts to tremble. “Have you done this all by yourself?”
You nod, kneeling in front of Yaksha, moving the lantern forward. Xiao’s fingertips shyly brush against the paintings, scared as if he could destroy it with a mere touch. The stories in front of him remind him of his whole life, his origins, former Yakshas, his bond with Morax, the tune that saved him, clouds he’s been soaring through and grounds he’s devoured. He has many, countless questions, yet the only one he decides to share with you seems to be the simplest of them all.
“Is it me?”
It sounds silly from his lips, yet by the way his voice trembles you don’t dare to let the smallest giggle slip. “Yeah!” A huge smile lightens up on your face as you scan his features. Saying that Xiao is moved would be a cruel understatement. He’s touched, filled with everything he’s been and everything he’s become at once.
“But– how…” he stutters, yet you cut him off immediately.
“I’ve done some research, that’s how!” you joke, caressing his cheek with your thumb. The man looks up at you with the watery eyes of his, a true, honest smile acting as the best reward you could possibly get. “I planned on keeping it if you like it. We can buy a new one at a stall.”
Xiao puts the lantern to the side, decreasing the distance between the two of you, his arms drawing you close into his embrace. He doesn’t say anything more, keeping you like this for a few long seconds until his quiet sniffles become inaudible. It’s his way of thanking you, no words needed, just a glimpse of physical affection and love mixed with gratitude coming straight from the bottom of his heart.
