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ALL. OF. THIS.
ladies, take it easy.. one at a time.. 😽 I'll shake my nonchalant dreadhead for y'all.. haha.. 😽😽
It's so bad that cooking and playing games without looking at my phone makes me feel accomplished...
Tumblr should add some sort of filter so you can get rid of fics you’ve already read
It's been some time since the downfall of the Phantom Troupe, He's been living a empty and melancholic life since then. His driving motivation is over he's reached his destination and now doesn't know where to go next.
He slowly reaches out to pick up to pick up the pot of water, it was rare time he cooked himself a meal but decided to since Leorio nagged him over the phone about the dangers of to much crappy food, he puts the pot onto the stove and turns on the heat and lets go of the pots handles and puts it down on the edge of the stove top till a memory hits the forefront of his mind. "Kura! Come help me with this pleaseeeee!" Your cheerfully voice called out to him from the lingering memories of his youth that weren't covered in blood and screams, it soothed his mind only somewhat. He closes his eyes indulging in his drifting thoughts.
He did a quick but short sprint to you and started to help you out with the large bucket of water you were carrying and you looked at him with the fondest smile and hugged his arm as he sighed like it bothered him despite him reveling in the attention
"Thank you Kura!"
"You really love acting helpless don't you?"
"Hey! I'm not, I just like when you do the work for me!"
"Of course you do-"
A sudden physical pain washes over him his eyes shooting open at the boiled over pot of water getting all over his hand. He turns off the stove and puts his hand under cold water. The running water brings him back to reality in a harsh and cold manner
"they aren't here with me...thinking like this is pointless"
He said aloud like he had to put the verbal salt in his own wounds and he awkwardly stands there in the silence as he turns off the water and just stares off at the door like you'll just walk through it whining about how grueling work was and how all you could do was wait to come home and relax.
"Kuraaaaa! Im homeeeee! Did ya miss me? Hope you weren't wasting away without me"
The thought plagues him, it wasn't the first time he thought about the future you could have had together. You lounging around the apartment all to comfortable in your own little world completely zoned out, yet he couldn't even remember what your face looked like no matter how hard he focused. It was always covered in this think fog maybe it was because of how long ago he actually saw you or he just couldn't visualize your face any older since he never had the chance to see it.
"What you thinking about, you're making that face againnn"
"Shut up...-"
"What's wrong Kurapika?..."
"SHUT UP"
He finally snaps at himself and closes his eyes tightly, he knows he can't keep deluding himself into believing a fantasy that can't ever come true. He needs to let you go or he'll drive himself mad...
♥︎◆•《Flower shop owner Izuku x tattoo artist reader!》•◆♥︎ This is inspired by Yuzuyaru video which I'll link right here!!!! Please watch it's super adorable 💚🤍
Izuku had worked in his mother's flower shop before he could even read or talk, he just loved to help his mother out with tasks around the small shop, so it came naturally to mostly take over the shop as his mother was getting older to lessen the burden on her
He's been working as the owner for some months and meet you when you came into the flower shop for some inspiration and asked where his mother was since when you passed by you'd see the short and stout green haired woman through the large windows that practically made up the entirety of the walls of the shop. But to your surprise as you turned past a counter to get a closer look at a particular bouquet. You tripped over a crouched, green haired boy that ironically blended in with the foliage.
He lets out a shocked little whine as you land almost overtop of him but he blinks of the surprise and quickly checks you for any marks or scuffs from the sudden fall. "Are you okay-?! You didn't hit your head on anything did you? Oh goodness" Stupid question since your head had landed squarely on his chest so a quiet awkward silence falls over the two of you as you finally came to and stood up brushing your clothes off and he awkwardly laughed and did the same. "Oh- you're the owner of that tattoo parlor right?" He asks curiously and you nod then asking a follow up about his mother and where she was. "Oh my mother? Yeah she's been taking time off she's basically retired without the label for now, so I took over the shop for her" you nod in understanding
"So what brings you here? Do you need flowers for something?" He asks as he mindlessly adjusted the pots in front of him to keep his gaze from lingering on you too long when you answer that you just needed some inspiration he can't help but light up a bit and he nods quickly as he puts up a hand signaling for you to wait there as he goes off to the back in a light sprint "I just made a bouquet that might spark some inspiration!" His pure excitement made it hard to not feel a bit of a smile tug at the corner of your lips and a bit of hope for that spark of inspiration that you came here for in the first place. He comes out with a bouquet of Camellias with a beautiful shades of white and pink and puts it down on the table in front of him and looks at you a excited gleam in his green eyes.
You smile as you admire the bouquet and nod in approval and ask if you can take some photos, he nods and moves out of your way so you can take them to use for sketchs later, you thank him for the motivation and after some exchanges of business cards and farewells you head back to the tattoo shop, sitting down on the rotating plush chair in the lobby and think back on the interaction with the flower shop boy...Izuku Midoriya...
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Let me know if I should do a part two this has been rotting in my drafts 😅
"i love sleep" says the girl who stays up all night doing nothing
NOW HEAR ME OUTTTTT....Vampire Tamaki amajiki as your boyfriend...let me cook, he's just very pathetic and whiny 😛
I was baffled to find out a lot of people don't like "x reader" when that's all I read...
The Way Her Eyes Shine
Megumi x (Gojos sister) Reader - Fluff
a/n: can't lie, I based this off my own migraine attacks and I am a sucker for soft Megumi - Childhood friends to Lovers contains: a very soft and fluffy Megumi as your Childhood friend, romantic tension, y/n calling her brother "'toru", a whole-lotta disbelieve from Nobara and Yuji, mention of shirtless Megumi, Megumi being like every girl wants thier boyfriend to be... - okay I'll stop!
The Gojo family was known for their power—specifically, the infamous Six Eyes. But where Satoru Gojo flaunted his strength with that cocky grin and ever-present blindfold, his younger sister, Y/N, wore hers bare. Her eyes, a mirror of her brother’s celestial blue brilliance, were too beautiful to hide and far too powerful to ignore. And that brilliance came with a price: searing migraines, the kind that left her breathless and curled in on herself, even in the middle of a conversation.
Megumi Fushiguro had known her since they were kids—before Jujutsu High, before curses, before all the chaos that seemed to follow the Gojo name. She’d always had those eyes, and he’d always been the one person who could calm the storm they brought.
It was one of those heavy afternoons. Humid, with tension thick in the air after training. Y/N sat slouched on the couch in the common room, hand pressed to her temple.
Yuji was rambling about some new ramen place he wanted to try, and Nobara was filing her nails.
Megumi noticed it first. The way her lashes fluttered shut, brows pinched in pain. He got up silently from the chair, walked over, and knelt in front of her.
“You didn’t put the blindfold on today,” he said quietly.
“I hate that thing,” she whispered. “Makes me feel like I’m turning into 'toru.”
He gave her a long look, then gently took her hand and pulled her to him.
Without a word, she curled onto the couch and laid her head on his chest like it was muscle memory. Her hand rested near his collarbone, her breath already slowing down.
“Shhh,” Megumi murmured, draping a soft blanket over her shoulder. “Don’t wake her.”
Yuji blinked. “Wait, what—she just fell asleep? On you? Like, full-on nap?”
Nobara raised an eyebrow. “Ugh, that’s so unfair. She gets migraines and a personal Megumi pillow?”
Megumi didn’t respond. He just looked down at her as her eyelashes fluttered and her breathing evened out.
“It helps her,” he said finally. “Her head hurts less when she’s here.”
Yuji leaned forward, whispering like a child in church. “So like… how often does this happen?”
“Often,” Megumi replied.
“Wait, wait—what if you’re, like, shirtless?” Nobara asked, clearly fishing for gossip.
Megumi, to his eternal credit, flushed a little but didn’t look away from Y/N. “She doesn’t care. And I don’t mind.”
Yuji let out a low whistle. “That’s either the most romantic or the most platonic thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t tell which.”
Megumi finally looked up, his gaze flat. “She’s in pain. I’m not gonna make her suffer more just because of a shirt.”
“Yeah, but still…” Nobara grinned, eyes sparkling. “Kind of hot. Gentle boyfriend Megumi is a look.”
“We’re not—” he started, but his voice trailed off when Y/N shifted in her sleep, sighing against him like she’d found peace.
He didn’t finish the sentence.
Later that evening, after the common room emptied out and the dorm quieted, Megumi carried her to his room. It was second nature by now—she always said his room was “just dark enough” when the pain got unbearable.
He laid her down gently on the bed, but as he moved to get up, a sleepy hand tugged at his shirt.
“Stay,” she whispered, voice hoarse with fatigue.
“Of course,” he replied.
He lay down beside her, letting her curl up against him again, this time under the cover of soft shadows. Her fingers found a spot over his heartbeat. It was something she did without thinking. Something that grounded her.
“Your chest is warm,” she mumbled.
“You say that every time.”
“It’s still true.”
She was half-asleep, but her voice held that sliver of teasing that always made his chest tighten. He didn’t say anything for a while, just let the silence stretch, his hand resting gently on her back.
Then she whispered, “You’re always here when it hurts.”
“I always will be.”
The migraines never went away, not completely. But they got easier to bear when she had Megumi. His chest, his heartbeat, his steady silence. Every time she lay there, she felt a little more whole.
And every time someone walked in and tried to say something, Megumi would just raise a finger and say:
“Shhh. Don’t wake her.”
a/n: Hi~ Hope you liked it <3
As a chronic migraine haver this is absolutely adorable
I’m not so sure what’s wrong with me