#tsumiki

[duckiemimi]

geto and gojo went on that mission together and saved miminana then they graduate and become teachers, toji is working through his gambling addiction and trying to raise megumi and tsumiki with shiu’s help, haibara barely missed a fatal blow on that mission and he and nanami brought the souvenir sweets back, riko and kuroi live in okinawa and are safe, and NOTHING BAD HAS EVER HAPPENED TO THEM.

[yasulya]

Halloween is around the corner so please imagine the little costumes Gojo dressed Megumi and Tsumiki in, and matched with them of course. Two tiny ghost blobs showing up at your doorstep, one cheerily going "trick or treat!", while behind them looms a much taller ghost with black round sunglasses, and you notice the babies have it too, and the one that hasn't spoken yet just grabs the candy when you give it and runs away to hide behind the big ghost

[kashimopilled]

yeah Megumi gets all gloomy and brooding when he’s worried for a sick person (Tsumiki) but what if Yuji had a similarly sick senpai (reader), who’s sleeping in her room all day when she’s not on a mission? Yuji visits her and talks to her cheerfully as if everything was totally fine. Like he’s having full on one-sided conversations with her, jokes around, goes through her stuff (“you don’t mind do you?” As if the reader could answer), pokes at her face, tells her about things happening outside, eats his food next to her and pretends to share it with her even though she’s mostly unresponsive… whenever senpai manages to be awake for a bit and talk, Yuji kneels by the bed, resting his chin on the edge of the mattress as he listens to her with puppy-like curiosity.

Of course, inside, his heart is breaking, he doesn’t even understand what’s exactly happening to her but he just wants to include her in life.

[frickingnerd]

dating junko & mikan

pairing: junko enoshima x gn!reader x mikan tsumiki

tags: wholesome fluff, supportive!junko, soft yandere vibes, clingy & jealous girlfriends, junko takes the lead in the relationship

junko and mikan are both girlfriends that are quite obsessed with you! they can't be normal in a relationship, they can only love someone at one hundred percent!

junko is the one who usually takes the lead in the relationship! as mikan is more shy and reluctant, junko usually forces her wishes onto the two of you!

mikan doesn't mind letting junko make all the decisions in the relationship! after all, she still gets to be with you and junko actually makes a bit of an effort to have some equality in the relationship!

it's odd, because junko seems to actually have a soft spot for mikan! sure, she teases her and can be a bit mean at times, but when it counts, she's there for mikan and on her side!

junko and mikan don't struggle with sharing you! though both of them do need some alone time with you on occasion, as they'll grow clingy and needy otherwise!

there's no jealousy between the two girls, except for very minor moments every now and then, but both junko and mikan get very jealous of other people!

and they're the type to lash out when jealous! they'll threaten, curse and harm the person they are jealous of, yet junko always covers everything up in the end!

in that regard, they have each other's back. both girls are unhealthily obsessed with you, so they help each other hide that fact

but you're not as oblivious as they think you are! you know how your girlfriends tick, you just act oblivious to let them feel like they're actually pulling off their act rather well…

[fanta2y]

Day 3: "My parents will like you." ... "Your parents hated me." With Megumi Fushiguro

WC: 3.2k

tags: fluff, mention of body image issues, mention of insecurity and anxiety, reader burns themselves on accident once, fluff, soft, domestic megumi, soft megumi

The holiday season buzzed in the air as you walked through the bustling shopping district. Your thoughts are fluttering all over the place, trying to balance all the bags in your arms, while also figuring out which store you need to stop by next. Usually, you wouldn’t be this up in the air over something like this. Preferring to take the holiday season slowly, relaxing as you buy presents and decorate your apartment. But this year was different, much different.

After dating Megumi for a little over a year now, you two decided it was time to start meeting family. You had already met his friends, Yuuji and Nobara, who you got on with like a forest on fire. The four of you hung out constantly, and it was nice being able to see a different side of Megumi when he was with his friends. The only important people you hadn’t met in Megumi’s life were his dad and his sister.

They were coming over tonight for a holiday dinner, which was still a week or so away from Christmas itself. But, you both thought it best to give yourselves little test runs with each other's families before hanging out all together during the real deal.

To say you were nervous would be an understatement.

Megumi had tried, bless his heart, all morning to calm you down from your anxiety spiral. Worrying about the food, the apartment, whether they would like you, especially his sister. Gojo was his adoptive dad, and while Megumi valued his opinion and blessing, it wasn’t nearly as much as he valued Tsumiki’s. You could feel the cold sweat beginning to bead at your hairline at the thought of it.

You rushed into another convenience store, trying to find the last ingredient you needed for tonight’s dinner. Your eyes scan the shelves of various vegetables, fruits, snacks, packaged goods, anything you could really need, except for what you’re looking for, it seems. The shop bustles with other people, packed together in the small aisles, everyone carrying various amounts of bags and looking in the same state of flustered, you’re sure you looked right now. At least you weren’t facing the holiday craziness alone.

At that moment, you felt a familiar buzzing in your pocket, fishing your phone from it. You see that you have a few missed messages from some friends, your most recent notification, though, is from Megumi. It’s not an actual message; Megumi rarely sends you those unless you guys have been apart for a long time.

Instead, when you tap the notification, you see a picture of your living room, and you can’t help but coo at what you see. The living room is dazzling with Christmas decorations, from the decorated Christmas tree standing tall in the corner or the cute stockings strung up on the wall. You heart the message before sliding the phone back into your pocket. Now with a warm feeling in your chest and a pep in your step, you finish up your shopping.

You continue to bob and weave through the bustling street traffic, bundled in your warm jacket and gloves. You can see your breath as it leaves your lungs, floating up and joining the breath of those around you. You keep your bags close to your side, trying to make sure nothing falls out or gets stolen.

Thankfully, you make it to the train station without a scratch, and you board the train home. Letting out a breath of relief as you sink into the plastic subway chairs. Your groceries crinkle in their paper bags next to you as the train jostles in motion, slowly moving forward and continuing to pick up speed. It’s not long before you're flying past buildings and shopping centers, your eyes watching the scenery buzz past you through the windows.

The train stops at a few other stations along the way before it finally stops at yours. The familiar station name crackles out over the old intercom, your things already gathered into your hands as you stood, exiting the cart and heading straight for the stairs.

The train station was packed with people milling on and off trains, up and down escalators. It was chaos; the walls echoed with the sounds of idle chatter, combining and mixing to create a cacophony of voices. After a certain point, it ceases to sound like words and morphs into just pure sound.

Your bones ache with the exhaustion that creeps up, ever growing the closer and closer you get to home. You knew you were going to need at least two cups of coffee before his family got there, the day of shopping draining you much more than you originally thought.

When you finally make it to your apartment building, you feel a sense of nervousness wash over you. As if your brain had suddenly remembered what all this had been for, what tonight meant. On your now wobbly knees, you make the slow walk to your door. Your arms throb with the weight of the grocery bags, shaking slightly as you wrestle the key into the door, unlocking it and pushing it open with your foot.

When you step foot into the front room, it feels like you’ve stepped into an alternate reality. Your apartment is bathed in a soft, warm glow. The one that reminds you of Christmas as a little girl, asking Santa for bikes and Barbie dolls. The door clicks shut softly behind you as you marvel at the atmosphere Megumi had created.

He had always been very particular about his space, liking things to look and feel a certain way. Wanting our space to feel cozy and welcoming, it was one of the many things that drew you to him. His intentionality was endearing and often romantic.

You can hear him quietly in the kitchen, the faint clatter of dishes and movement traveling throughout the space. The relatively small apartment and dreadfully thin walls made for an awkward combination when it came to loud noises. But it did help you sneak up on your boyfriend, something that you found great joy in.

One thing about Megumi was that he was notoriously difficult to startle. No matter how lost it seemed he was in whatever he was doing, he wasn’t. It’s like he had a sixth sense for the presence of others, or maybe just the intention of scaring him. Whatever it was, it started you on this mission about 6 months into dating. You swore that one of these days you’d scare him.

Secretly, you had told yourself that you had hoped it to be before you two got married, but it was a little too soon to be making statements like that. So, you had kept that part to yourself.

You pose to strike, quietly tiptoeing towards him, ensuring that each step with your sock-padded feet barely makes a sound. To your surprise, it had felt perfect, maybe too perfect.

“BOO!”

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Megumi doesn’t even flinch. His head turns towards you, his face dreadfully neutral, but you can see the amusement in his eyes. You can hear it when he goes to speak, “How many attempts is that now?” His lips quirk up in a smirk as he turns back to the dishes, continuing to place them into the dishwasher like nothing happened.

Immediately, you start pouting. “You are impossible to scare! I was like perfectly silent.” You grumble, stepping forward a bit to snuggle yourself into his back. Resting your forehead a little below his shoulder blades. You follow his movements, swaying with the back and forth motion of going to the sink and then the dishwasher over and over.

“You? Maybe. The door? Very telling.” His voice slips back into the monotone rumble it usually takes; it's a soothing sound that has your eyes fluttering shut as you lean further into his body.

“I shut it so softly.” You whisper, choking your voice as if you were crying for the dramatics. It makes Megumi chuckle and shake his head above you, the jostling of his laughter vibrating through your skull. You shove him softly as he continues to laugh, blowing a raspberry at him with your tongue out, disconnecting yourself from his back. He just hums, wiping his hands off on the towel slung over his shoulder.

The groceries whisper to you from the counters, reminding you that you need to start preparing dinner. Suddenly, even more thankful that Megumi decided to do the dishes, and you're sure that the dinner tonight definitely motivated his decisions.

“Thank you for doing the dishes, Meg.” You stand on your tiptoes, watching him tip his shoulder down expectantly. You go for your usual kiss on the cheek, but at the last second Megumi turns his head and places a peck on your lips. He smiles at your shocked expression for a second,

“That’s how you scare someone.”

Romantic moment ruined.

You shove his forehead away, dramatically storming off to the bedroom as he cackles behind you. You shut the bedroom door in a huff, though the dramatics fall once it's shut, and your lips crack into a giddy grin. He always knows just how to brighten you up, never fails to make you smile. It’s a big part of the reason why tonight has to be perfect. You have to prove that you are worth it, that you deserve each other.

Megumi would roll his eyes at you and tell you that you're being dramatic. He had been constantly reminding you in the days leading up that his family’s opinion of you wouldn’t change anything; it would have to be something insane, and you both know that would never happen.

But you couldn’t help it. The anxiety never failed to creep in at the worst moments, especially now when you find yourself standing in front of your full-length mirror. Your eyes ravaging at your reflection, picking and poking at every little imperfection until you feel filleted and completely exposed.

Your skin almost physically feels raw when you hear the bedroom door click open, Megumi’s frame appearing in the corner of your eye. You can’t look at him because you know that the second he sees you, he’s going to know exactly what’s going through your head.

His steps are soft as he pads over to you, appearing in the mirror behind you. You watch the way his arms snake around your waist, how he bends forward to rest his head on your shoulder, placing another innocent kiss on your jawline.

“My family is going to love you. Ask me how I know.” His voice is soft, but it carries this edge that Megumi always has when he’s talking to you. This quiet intensity that can feel like it's sucking the air out of your lungs sometimes, especially when your eyes meet. You can feel it when he looks at you through the mirror, the same soft intensity echoing back at you through the deep color.

“How do you know?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. You turn your head to nuzzle into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment to allow yourself to sink into his embrace.

“Because I love you.”

Once more, you feel breathless as the words leave his lips. It’s far from the first time either of you has said I love you, far from the first time either of you has felt love for each other. But it never fails to bring a flush to your cheeks and a smile to your face.

“I love you too.” It’s like the spell had been broken. You're still nervous, of course, your heart still flutters anxiously in your chest, but it’s no longer suffocating. You smile back at him in the mirror, your eyes finally meeting for the first time since you got home. His smile reflects back to you, his eyes reassuring you without words.

“Besides, Gojo is lucky his invitation didn’t get lost in the mail.” Megumi grumbles, you giggle, and smack his shoulder. He squawks in mock offense, pretending to be hurt by the tap you left on his arm. You twist yourself around in his grip, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose, pulling back as you whisper your thanks. He pulls his arms back as you grab hold of his wrist, pulling him towards the kitchen as you ramble about forcing him to peel all the potatoes so you don’t have to.

The prep for dinner is going smoothly, you’ve got a few pots simmering on the stovetop. The oven has a timer that beeps 15 minutes back at you, the dishes bubbling deliciously under the heat. The apartment smells like food, not the kind to make you nauseous, but the kind that makes your mouth water.

You were checking on the bread in the oven when you heard the doorbell ring; anxiety spikes through you. You flinch subconsciously, causing your hand to bump the plate inside the oven. You hiss, jerking your hand back as the pain shoots through your skin. You feel Megumi hovering in concern, but you wave him off toward the door. You’ll be fine, you just need some cold water and a Band-Aid.

Your mind wonders if the burn cream is still in the back of the medicine cabinet. Megumi helps you up before he goes, shutting the oven and shooing you to the bathroom to bandage yourself. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you scuttle off, hoping not to be spotted by Gojo or Tsumiki.

Opening the door to the bathroom, you immediately stand in front of the sink. Twisting the cold knob until water was gushing from the faucet. Slowly placing your hand under the stream, you felt the relief as the cold water cooled the burn.

You hurried through the process, not wanting to keep them waiting for long. You quickly bandaged yourself, moving to check over yourself in the mirror. Your hands move to fix your hair, brushing off any dust from your outfit. You check your face, ensuring that everything looks as it should. When you're satisfied with what you see, you turn toward the door and leave.

Hearing the sound of loud voices filtering through the walls has your heart seizing in anxiety again. Suddenly entirely too nervous to open the door, its almost as if you can feel their eyes on you already. You take a deep breath, hearing Megumi’s words from earlier repeat in your mind.

Slowly, you push the door open, feeling relieved when it doesn’t squeak shut. You try to walk as naturally as possible into the kitchen, where all the voices and chatter seem to be emanating from. You round the corner to exactly what you had expected, Megumi facing two people, one shorter girl with long brown hair. It's tied neatly into a ponytail, two pieces pulled from it to frame her face. The other man is much more striking, his white hair nearly glowing despite the lights already on in the kitchen.

There are darkly tinted sunglasses that rest on his nose, and yet, knowing that he isn’t looking at you, it’s almost like you can still feel his eyes on you. It’s a little unnerving, but you brush it off, smiling brightly as you announce your presence.

“Hello! Sorry about that, it’s so nice to meet you guys.” Their conversation halts, all three of their heads turning to face you. Megumi’s eyes soften at the sight of you. He immediately steps to your side, ushering you more naturally into the circle. His presence immediately calms your racing nerves, and you can feel the way he squeezes at your hip reassuringly.

“You are even prettier in person!” Tsumiki fawns, her voice soft yet carrying the similar intensity you find in Megumi’s. It doesn’t sound the same, but it feels the same. You guess that it makes sense; they are related, certain things pass through families.

The compliment makes you blush, your smile brightening as the horrible scenarios you spent the past few days imagining slowly fade from the back of your mind. Being gradually replaced by the real events happening in front of you.

“Thank you! It’s a huge compliment to hear that from you!” You gush, Tsumiki returning the playfully shy gesture, causing you both to erupt in a fit of giggles. Her eyes shine genuinely at you, and you can already feel the weight of the evening being lifted off your shoulders.

Before you can fully bask in the glow, Gojo clears his throat, and you realize you hadn’t even spoken to him yet. When you turn to face him, you can tell he means it in a playful way. You're sure if this were any other time, you would’ve rolled your eyes and played along, but today your nerves are a little too shot to banter.

“Megumi talks so much about you, I feel like I’ve met you already.” Gojo throws a wink Megumi’s way, and you can feel him twisting his body to pretend he’s dodging it. Gojo’s expression quickly morphs into a pout before returning to the soft smirk.

“Hopefully all positive things!” You laugh, feeling Megumi playfully nudge your shoulders, trying to scold you for playing along.

“Don’t encourage him, it’ll only make tonight feel longer,” Megumi complained dramatically, causing Tsumiki to giggle as Gojo gasps as if he’s been shot. It only makes Megumi’s expression twist further, deciding to hide his face in your shoulder as you find yourself trying to hold back your laugh.

“They have to be nice to me! That’s a part of the rules.” Gojo’s voice pitches into a whine. You can feel Megumi draw in a breath, presumably to bite back, but the interaction is interrupted as the oven starts beeping. Indicating the ending of the 15-minute timer you had set earlier.

“Oven is done.” You announce, detaching yourself from Megumi’s side and walking over to the oven to turn the timer off. The table had already been set, drinks and everything placed out. With the oven done, dinner was ready.

“Are we ready to eat?”

You watch as everyone nods, exchanging different variations of small talk and playful banter as they gather around the dinner table and find their seats. You sit next to Megumi, feeling your stomach rumble at the delicious food displayed in front of you.

The conversations flow easily, laughter is constant, and things never slow down enough to feel awkward. Tsumiki is quieter than the other two, but she’ll put her two cents in every once in a while. Gojo is the main instigator, constantly picking on Megumi or you to get a reaction out of Megumi, which Megumi always reciprocates.

You can tell that it’s something both of them enjoy from the way Megumi’s shoulders are lax, and his hand rests unclenched on your thigh under the table. The energy makes you smile into your drink as you take a sip of water. Feeling satisfied in knowing that you made the exact impression you had wanted to, you allow yourself to enjoy the ebb and flow of the rest of the night without care or worry.

a/n: sorry this ending feels so abrupt :( i felt like i was dragging it on and i knew it was getting long so i wanted to wrap it up but didn't quite know how hopefully you guys enjoy anyway!! <3 Day 4 comes out on the 7th so keep a look out for that!! as always likes, comments and reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated!!

[planetnini]

LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM !

࿔･ﾟ*࿐ for the first time ever satoru is left puzzled just by a simple question from tsumiki, but he knows just how to prove his love for you + gn!reader. fluff with some angst— use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), found family trope <3, girl dad satoru agenda, he is a bit insecure but it gets resolved, cutest fucking declaration of love ever, surprises! snow shenanigans, mistletoe kiss, satoru is the best boyfie ever i love him (5.8k words)

notes. this is a gift!!!! so it will cater to the interests and personality of my person but everything else is very vague :) merry new years secret santa thing @scarameows-world !!!! very late by the time this gets published but whtever.. i'm the reindeer that's been up in your inbox <3 we had alot of good talks and i hope we can stay in touch after this :") now here's a cute little fic i made for you about the one and only gojo satoru. title is inspired by this song

gojo satoru is a man whose proficiency knows no bounds. he is a force to be reckoned with ushering a new era of powerful sorcerers and curses due to his possession of both the six eyes and limitless technique. he could do almost anything as one might expect and everything came naturally to him. he never had any doubts about himself, but then came along you. 

satoru was a natural when it came to flirting, but he was not accustomed to the rejection he faced in his early days when you would ‘let him down easy’– it was nothing short of disastrous, always ending in banter between you two. yet somehow you had your wicked ways of making him chase even though all you two did was flirt. after several attempts to woo you and you finally stepping up, one thing led to another now here you were, co-parenting two kids with the man you once swore you’d never be with. satoru was 100% sure that he would be yours for infinity, but it wavered on this particular day. 

satoru was on a little errand run with tsumiki whom he had entrusted with pushing the trolley around as he scanned the list you had made for tonight’s dinner and activity. she was a young and incredibly happy girl who was much friendlier than her brother, megumi. when satoru adopted the two, tsumiki had taken a liking to him immediately whilst megumi took a liking towards you so he had taken her on the trip. it had been going well, with them doing the final grocery run after spending what felt like hours picking out the perfect wreath for the front door, however tsumiki’s question stopped him right in his tracks.

“do you love y/n?” she asked, a little curious look decorating her features.

“that’s a silly question. of course i do!” he uttered, scanning the wreaths with his eyes picking out the perfect one because quite frankly, he didn’t know how to react. 

people naturally assume that growing up from a family who viewed him as an ornament and coddled him that he would be a closed book or lacking in social skills but his first few years at jujutsu tech proved everyone wrong: he was not just a pretty face who could get away with just that. in the end, his love for others was his weakness and tsumiki had brought up something that satoru had failed to anticipate. what did she see that satoru couldn’t and was that even possible?

she took the wreath from his hands and put it into the trolley bringing him back to the present, “how do you know you love y/n?” she paused, and tsumiki must be sadistic for making him suffer like this, “what does it feel like?” she asked, looking up at him.

satoru looked down at the child, surprised by her questions. he paused for a moment, considering how to articulate such an answer to a complex question. was it that hard to believe that gojo satoru was capable of loving someone?

while satoru would never admit it at the start, he needed megumi and tsumiki more than they needed him. after suguru’s defect, they especially reminded him that sometimes blood wasn’t all that important when it came to the people you loved. he loved them but in a completely different way than he loved you. a love so unequivocal that it was impossible for people not to know how truly and deeply in love satoru was with you, so he wasn’t sure where he went wrong but perhaps it wasn’t enough.

“well,” he began a thoughtful look on his face, “loving someone is different to everyone. i guess i can’t really explain it other than a warm, fuzzy feeling inside and it makes you feel like everything is right…” he replied, her eyes lighting up with understanding, “you care for their happiness the most, that you’d even share your favourite candy.” he chuckled with a playful glint in his eyes, trying not to sound too sentimental.

“so you feel warm and fuzzy when you see y/n?” she looked up curiously at satoru.

he chuckled, ruffling the child's hair, "yeah, exactly. now come on, let’s finish this quickly so we can go home. get something for yourself and your brother.” he winked to which tsumiki nodded eagerly, seemingly satisfied with his answer as she rushed down the aisle finding something to bring home.

the atmosphere between satoru and the girl was no longer tense but satoru’s mind was swirling. he was reflecting on the innocence of the question as he took control of the trolley now, finished with his chores for the day. he even went as far as buying you something too but tsumiki had inadvertently planted a seed of doubt in his mind and now satoru was spiralling. did he love you enough? was his warm and fuzzy feelings strong and genuine, or was it something he convinced himself of after everything that went down? the simplicity of her question left satoru questioning himself and for the first time in forever, he is unsure of his relationship with you.

“i thought i told you that they can’t stay up late.” you spoke while washing the dishes. satoru could only lightly chuckle as he rinsed the plate, putting it on the drying rack. he knew you only meant well but he enjoyed seeing you like this more than he had expected: seeing you so worried and being such a caring person towards them. it was not like he had forced you to take care of them, it was through your own volition that you practically raised them.

“come on…” he drawled a little pout on his lips, “they said they didn’t want to decorate the tree without you tomorrow.” he reasoned, knowing that the two children in the living room were your true weakness and that just as much as you do for them, they’d do for you too. the way a simple sentence morphed your furrowed brows into a look of gratitude proved his point.

“do they actually want to decorate the tree with me or is it only because you bought them sweets today?” you accused.

“they’re much older now,” he reassured with a tone you doubt has any good intentions, “besides, i think it’s fair if we stop their ban on sweets, don’t you?” he asked with a simple hip nudge and you roll your eyes at the gesture.

he was happy with this, with how things were going in your life right now, in fact he couldn’t get enough of it. his request was simple, but you wasted no time immediately retaliating, “you just want to freely eat your sweets and use them as an excuse.” 

“what little faith you have in me!” he gasped and you have to stifle a laugh, “plus, they’re kinda scary when they don't get their way.” he joked, leaning back on the counter with his arms crossed to get a better view of you who had just finished washing and drying your hands after dinner. 

“how the higher-ups trust someone like you on those missions, i have no idea. i wonder how they would react if they found out you can’t handle two children.” you said, flashing him a smile. mentioning the higher-ups in the conversation made satoru’s blood boil but it had been tamed when he caught that little shake of your head combined with your smile. he had been contemplating the nature and depth of his feelings for you but tonight had proved that it was all a fluke– just seeing you was enough to remind him that nothing about loving you could ever be doubted, because loving you was as natural as breathing.

satoru leaned down to meet your eyes as you turned to face him, “sweetheart, if you want me home instead of on missions, you could just say so.” he smirked– a signature gojo satoru look that you couldn’t tell if you loved or hated.

you narrowed your eyes at him, “i hope you get put on more missions.” 

“you wound me.” he grunted, a hand over his heart feigning hurt but you knew that he was joking.

“you can take it.” you hummed, eyebrows scrunching as he stared down at you lovingly with a smile etched across his face.

there have been so many moments between you, satoru and the kids that blossomed with joy– something that felt lost in a world rife of evil– but you forget that you’re both still fairly young, thwarted into roles of guardians. you loved satoru since you were teens and seeing that this was your first relationship ever, it is only normal to feel insecure, and normal that you have doubts that satoru could ever truly love you.

while staring at satoru your mind can’t help but swirl with thoughts and he catches on immediately, perceptive as ever due to his six eyes and well, being gojo satoru. he sees it in your contemplative sighs that he had been hearing throughout the week, in your crafted smile, the way your shoulders are tensed and your jaw clenched: he knows you’re feeling some way right now because even your eyes don’t have their usual spark. your name rolls off his tongue so naturally, as if he was born to say it, as he reaches up to brush his hand across your cheek.

“what’s on your mind?” he questioned with a tilt of his head, thumb caressing your cheek. to him, the signs are as clear as day that you were troubled with thoughts of something and he wouldn’t rest until he found out what was going on in that beautiful mind of yours.

that warm fuzzy feeling intensified, secret moments between the two of you that the young girl was unaware of. it’s times like this you’re grateful that satoru is so in touch with how you felt most times and you can’t help the relief that settles in your heart when you realise you were so lucky to have him in your life, “it’s nothing,” you shook your head with a smile plastered on your face, “just… thank you for everything you did the other day,” you said, genuinely appreciative of his contribution to megumi’s birthday dinner, “i know you don’t think that he likes you but he really does look up to you.” you admitted.

“my charms aren’t all that bad.” he hummed, a proud nod as you snorted at his holier-than-thou tone.

your eyes closed at the soft contact of his lips on the crown of your head, warmth spreading all throughout your body during the cold winter month. you crave him and his touch, and you’re lucky that he hasn’t been put on any missions, specifically requested (he threatened the higher-ups knowing his status) to stay home with you and the others for just a couple of weeks. a small sigh left his lips as he started moving his hands away from your face up over his blindfold, the loss of contact made you pout slightly. your hand came over his, stopping him with a simple action, “are you sure you want them off?” you whispered, your voice dripping with concern.

“i want to see you.” he said, without an ounce of hesitation in his response. 

“i don’t like the migraines it gives you when you have them off.” you retaliated as you shook your head resolutely. he wants to listen to you, seeing how much you cared for him and laid your heart out for him. the love you had for him was overflowing and he did not know how he got so lucky.

“i can take it,” he insisted, voice a mix of both amusement and affection, “besides, i’ll endure any and all amounts of pain just for you.”

“after that declaration, i better not hear a complaint out of you.” you said, smiling up at him as you begin to unwrap the blindfold yourself. your delicate fingers moved the bandages around his head, undoing the white bandages. the gesture made satoru relax in your touch as you pulled them away from his face. being able to let his guard down after suguru had been difficult but you were a rare (and lucky) case.

once the bandages are undone, you can see that he’s wincing and squinting, probably due to the oversensitivity. adjusting to his surroundings, you brush his cheek with your thumb and his eyes flutter open to have a look at you, “hi beautiful.” he breathes out, utterly captivated by you.

you mirrored his look, squinting as you leaned forward with a smile wanting nothing more than to kiss him until– 

“what’s taking so long?” tsumiki yelled, surprising you and making the two of you jump from your spot. if satoru was masking his pain before, he wasn’t doing so now as he screwed his eyes shut and you feel extra protective of satoru now that his blindfold was off. he was extra sensitive to loud surroundings so when she came in shouting the two of you with his guard fully down, you knew satoru probably was still adjusting to having his blindfold off with the kids.

“did your brother put you up to this?” you asked.

“we were just wondering where you two were.” she replied bashfully.

“i told you they were kissing.” megumi groaned from behind her and if you weren’t embarrassed before, you wanted to dig your grave now that he had said it out loud.

“actually, we were rudely interrupted.” satoru complained, narrowing his eyes at megumi. living with them, you know how much megumi truly looked up to satoru but moments like this question why they were always at each other’s neck

megumi rolled his eyes, “have some manners you two,” you ordered, making tsumiki chuckle a bit, “i’m sorry for making you guys wait so long.” you apologised and you see megumi nod slightly at you.

“are you two in cahoots?” satoru whispered in your ear but you pushed him away jokingly. megumi was first to leave the room and tsumiki followed suit, but before satoru joined the two, you reached out grabbing his hand, “i know you said no presents this year, but-” you said, handing him a wrapped rectangular box.

“you said no presents for christmas.” he blurted out, confusion taking over his features.

“well, i sometimes doubt if you ever listen to me,” you looked up at him and you would be right because satoru had bought and wrapped your gift already, “just think of it as a very belated birthday present then.” you smiled at him, anticipating his reaction to your gift.

he opened the box carefully and he could see an engraving on a case, and his heart sunk. he knew he was in love with you, but was it possible to love you even more than he already had? he picked up the case and took out the special glasses he wore when he went out instead of the usual blindfold.

“i remember you said you needed new ones after they broke.”

“correction, when megumi broke my other ones.” he corrected. you rolled your eyes at him, and give him a light peck on the cheek, “thank you.” he spoke before you could make your way to help the children. 

“don’t break them again, i’m not made of money satoru.” you warned and situated yourself on the floor, sitting cross legged as you peered over at what the two had been up to when you and satoru were in the kitchen. tsumiki was unboxing some tinsel and megumi was taking care of the ornaments. to be honest, you weren’t sure when you became one of those families who went full out for christmas. the only things you ever really did was presents or stockings and having dinner together. you were overlooking the process, not really helping, or rather not knowing how to as you had never really had a tree let alone decorate one. 

“you’re not going to help?” tsumiki questioned, with a tilt of her head as she began to decorate the tree.

all the attention is turned to you now as you shake your head untangling some of the lights for the tree, “i mean, i’ve never really celebrated christmas with a tree and it’s for you guys right?”

“that’s sick and twisted!” satoru gasped, slumping down right next to you with his new sunglasses, “so you mean you’ve never had a christmas tree?” he exclaimed, and quite frankly you don’t really see the big deal.

“i wasn’t blessed with being born into a family like yours.” you teased and he took serious offence to that, not because he was offended by your comment but more so your nonchalance. 

“well, anything you want to do for christmas?” megumi asked, putting some of the ornaments on the tree. he always had an artistic perspective and you were glad he was putting so much thought into where each one went.

“i’m not going to be home until late at night, but i guess i’ve always wanted it to snow big enough that i could build a snowman.” you shrugged, looking at the kids.

“that’s impossible.” megumi groaned.

“how are we going to get it to snow?” she exclaimed.

“exactly. it’s alright,” you reassured as you stood up from your spot, “as long as i’ve got you guys, that’s all i could ask for.” you winked at them as you helped them get to the higher spots of the tree. satoru sits there watching as you now start to help the two decorate the tree and decide to help out. you are too distracted to see that his mind is swirling with ideas– he is determined to make your christmas a little more special and he has some ideas up his sleeve that he can’t wait to use.

you feel the exhaustion of staying up late last night settle deep into your bones when you’re on your way home from the mission. it wasn’t like you didn’t get enough sleep, you got just the perfect amount but not being home today to celebrate with the kids and satoru kind of made your heart sink. it had always been the four of you the entire day and sometimes occasionally with the others but being away from home, away from them had taken a big toll on your heart.

you wiped at your eyes with a yawn as you began making your way down the path to your house. the cool winter night was in full swing, trees moving slightly in the small rush of wind that passed by along with the small sprinkles of snow.  you took a deep breath and rubbed over your arms as you looked up at the sky. you weren’t lying when you said you wanted snow, it had always been a dream of yours to see falling snow, and enough that it might be enough to build a snowman, it was just something that hadn’t happened in a long time. 

you reached the house but the eerily quietness and lack of light concerned you, were they watching a movie or something or did they go out and not tell you beforehand? you brushed off your worries, unlocking the door walking into an empty house. the whole room was dark, nothing could be heard and your heart was stuck in your chest, stopping at just the mere thought of not being completely alone right now. 

you could hear some whispers and instinctively your hand went up, charging up your cursed technique as you hear some shuffling until an array of fairy lights went off above you, decorated meticulously going up the stairs and some nice garlands all around, warm lighting and while you’re staring at the lights, you don’t notice the three standing right in front of you.

“welcome home.” they shouted, and you swear you had felt that much relief in your entire life.

“i could’ve hurt you guys!” you exclaimed, a hand over your heart. the soft vinyl record you distinctly remember shoko gifting you after seeing you eye it last christmas playing from the living room, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“well that defeats the whole point of a surprise if i told you, right guys?” he said, and it is only now you realise that he has a santa hat on with the other two in ugly sweaters. you know megumi would be less than happy to be dressed in this right now but you assume he did so for you and couldn’t help the way the corner of your lips curved up at the sight. this… this is what you loved about your little family, and you knew it was wrong to call it a family– the two kids aren’t yours, and you’re not married to satoru but this moment, combined with the cute late night you shared with them just the night prior confirmed that you were all closer than that and how much they loved you.

“you did not need to do this for me,” you sighed, a little overwhelmed by how well decorated everything was. you hadn’t even noticed the holly, the bells, candles, and a bunch of other festive decorations– they really went all out. you wonder just how they pulled it all together but then you remembered that satoru would stop at nothing when it came to his gestures, “and you definitely did not need to drag them into this.” you added, kneeling down in front of them so that you could hug tsumiki and as you stood up you looked at megumi and ruffled his hair despite how much you know he hated when satoru did it, when you did it, you weren’t met with the same grumpy huff.

satoru gasped, “hey, these two were asking if you’d like them and i pointed them in one direction okay?” he defended but as you looked down at the two they were shaking their heads as if to refute his words, “don’t listen to them. they did it because they love you just as much as i do.”

respectfully, you hated satoru but not in a way that was malicious but for always making you feel like the luckiest person on earth. for being friends with you back then when it seemed like the world wasn’t on your side, for allowing you to stay in his life after losing his friend, for letting you take care of two of the most beautiful children ever. he was one of the sweetest people you ever knew and you doubt any gift or gesture would be enough to make up for the man that he is. without realising you had tears stream down your face, and you bring your hand up over your face to cover it. you weren’t usually the type to cry over something so trivial but here you were.

“i can’t believe you made y/n cry on christmas.” megumi complained, trying to lighten the mood as tsumiki’s mouth dropped.

"y/n's fine!" satoru reassured and you can’t help but laugh as you wiped away some of the tears. before you could speak satoru went over to you, engulfing you in a hug, “you better not apologise for crying. there’s nothing you need to be sorry for.” he reassured, rubbing circles on your back. you nod profusely, trying to keep yourself calm in front of the others (not that they’d never seen you cry before) before pulling away from the hug. you stared into his cerulean eyes, out and free from their usual blindfold or glasses, “it’s nice to see you my love.” he whispered, meant only for your ears. 

you chuckled, pressing your lips into his cheek before turning around, “how about we open some gifts? how does that sound?” you smiled and their eyes lit up, brighter than the lights all inside the house and they scattered off like little mice to the living room where the tree was, with quite a few presents under the tree (courtesy of satoru’s money but joint in terms of thinking of what to get them) and you followed behind. satoru threw his arm over your shoulder as you took a seat on the couch as they got ready to unwrap their gifts.

“are you hungry?” he asked softly as they started unwrapping their gifts, the one in the penguin wrapping paper which satoru had wrapped up himself.

“i had something to eat on the way back.” you reassured and he nodded.

the two had spent quite a while opening satoru’s gifts. you noticed that the presents were some things the two children had mentioned once a very long time ago and were quite surprised that satoru had hand picked these gifts himself without asking you for help. you knew that he noticed every little detail about the people in his life but it made you wonder if he got you a gift after you said not to. you wouldn’t be mad if he didn’t get you one and vice versa.

“i got you that one.” you spoke, trying to contain your excitement as megumi picked up your gift, wrapped in some candy cane paper. you watched as he unwrapped it, revealing a digital camera and you hear tsumiki exclaim, excited for her gift now.

“a camera?”

you sat up, moving away from satoru as you leaned forward, “i know there aren’t that many pictures of you guys around the house so i got you that so we could start printing some out and putting them up.” 

megumi couldn’t hold in his gratitude any longer bringing you in for a hug, “thank you y/n.” he said, and you hugged him back, kissing him on the cheek. satoru was going to make a comment about how he also wanted a hug after all the gifts he gave but it was a special moment shared between the two of you and he was not going to ruin the moment.

as megumi was setting up his camera with satoru’s help, you turned to tsumiki and watched as she unwrapped her own gift, she looked up from the box to you with shock all over her face, “y/n…” she whispered, voice cracking, “i can’t take this.” she said, handing you back the box.

“hey.. it's okay,” you reassured, lightly pushing the box back in her direction, “it’s a gift tsumiki.” 

you watched her pull out the necklace, the stunning small heart shaped engraved with her initial on it but that wasn’t all you got her. after observing the necklace and helping her put it on, she opened a box that contained a letter, telling her of how much you adored her with special keepsakes from some memories you shared throughout the year. you have never seen her so happy and when she hugged you, you catch the stare that satoru is giving you– absolutely entranced by how much you loved them. a simple flash takes you off guard as megumi takes his first picture on the camera.

“how about you guys get your coats, i have something to give y/n.” satoru stated and they ran off with excitement in their bones at his plan. he had filled them in but they weren't convinced he could pull it off.

“talk about a successful night.” you chuckled, picking up the wrapping paper and throwing it in the bag that satoru was holding. 

“get changed.” he spoke, taking the bag from you and now it’s your turn to be surprised again.

“what? where are we going?”

after getting changed, suspicion arising from his sudden ask of getting changed. you walk out of your room seeing everyone in their coats, scarves, and you watch as the children begin to walk out first leaving the two of you alone. 

“what are you up to satoru?” you questioned, furrowing your brows. 

“since you thought you could cheat your way around buying me a gift,” he replied honestly, which took you off guard, “i thought it was only fair if i got you some things as well.” there was a small box in his hand, and you took it from his hand. you held your breath as you unwrapped the paper to see a box tied with a ribbon. you opened the box, revealing nothing but a sheet of paper.

you definitely weren’t the ungrateful type but you were expecting something else like maybe a ring, a necklace or something else but as you examined the paper you looked up at him with your mouth wide open. it was a receipt of something you had been eyeing for a couple months but nothing you could excuse spending money on. you had been an avid lover since you were young and it was always your dream to have one of these.

“satoru.” you said, honestly starstruck at his gift.

“you have been eyeing that for so long,” he reasoned with a simple nudge of the shoulder, "merry christmas."

“i can’t accept this.” you shook your head, giving it back to him but you know it is relentless to deny his gifts especially after you pulled your little secret gift on him the other day.

satoru gave you a stare and pursed his lip, “you are keeping it. end of discussion.” he smiled as he started to wrap a scarf around you. satoru had always looked good in winter clothing, a scarf tucked around his neck and due to his infinity, he was never cold but still dressed to the occasion with his designer brands. he was so handsome…

“and since you’re not saying anything i'm assuming you don't like it?” he taunted. you told your brain to make a coherent sentence or at least move so you don’t make a fool of yourself just looking at the gift. you stared up at him, you used your free hand to push the scarf down from the bottom half of your face, "you know i thought you weren't going to get me anything?"

satoru had never stopped at any words faster than he had those, "what?" he answered with a shaky voice.

you scoffed holding his hand in yours, looking anywhere but into his eyes, "i thought you might do a whole 'i'm your gift' thing," you admitted, a little ashamed you had such little faith in him, "i guess you do love me."

"y/n..." he uttered, "if i have ever made you doubt i love you then i have failed as your boyfriend," he spoke and you could feel your whole body warm at his words. "you are everything to me even if you and megumi are in cahoots and pray on my downfall." he said and you shoved him. he winced lightly at the push and smiled as he pulled you close to him once more, eyes moving down to your lips then back up to your eyes.

“that was really sweet of you.” you uttered, looking up at him.

“sweet enough for a kiss?”

“unless you make it snow, i’m not kissing you.” 

“i think i deserve just one…” he teased as he leaned closer to you.

a hand suddenly grabbed yours, tsumiki's gloved one, and once again stealing that moment between you and satoru, "y/n! didn't you hear me?" she gasped as you saw the wet snow on her coat go from crystal into a wet drop.

"what happened? is megumi okay? are you okay?" you asked, hand brushing over her face as if to check for any injuries.

"it's snowing!" she exclaimed as she made her way back out.

you looked over at satoru baffled but you could just see him smile at you mischievously and you run out and to your surprise, the snow is pouring down from the sky and you now know that your christmas wish has been satisfied. looking up at the sky, you put your hand out as the snow falls into your hand and you chuckle even though you are freezing your ass off.

the children began throwing snowballs at each other and one hits you at the back of the head and you turn to see all three of them standing there staring at you. they all point at gojo before you decide to pick up some snow for yourself throwing it at him back, thankful his infinity was still down.

you truly appreciate satoru doing his best to make you happy because it was all you ever wanted. he got a snowball in the face before falling down on the floor, and all of you chuckled at him landing on his back as he began to sit up, snow covering his whole back side and all in his hair.

you knelt in the snow and began to make the snowman you've always wanted to during christmas with the help of the two and when you're done you notice him standing at the front porch just staring as tsumiki started doing snow angels and megumi's two wolf shikigami joining him in the snow. you don't know when he let them out but you just smiled as you approached satoru, "what are you doing here?"

"just admiring you," he complimented and you shake your head, "did i do okay?"

you stare at him in bewilderment before moving to press a kiss to his cheek, "you did well satoru. more than that if possible."

he smiled cheekily and you move your hand to drag him back into the snow, "come on..." you hummed as you tried to pull him away from the front porch but he refused to move and you stare at him with a tilt of the head, "what's wrong?"

"you said you would kiss me if i made it snow.” he recalled, hand on his chin as he tried to refresh your memory.

“how the hell did you manage to make it snow?” you snickered but he didn’t look like he was joking. you don’t know how he managed, he would never say but you shook your head, “sorry babe, i don’t think you can control the weather… it is quite unpredictable.” you shrugged, giving him a fake guilty look.

“it’s a christmas miracle!” he yelped with his smile that you know and have grown to adore so much and you follow his gaze to the mistletoe above your head, "you know the rules." he seethed trying to seem nonchalant.

"you're an idiot," you laughed before holding his face in your hands, tiptoeing a bit before pressing your lips to his. you pulled away and brushed his lips with your thumb a little, "i love you satoru, always."

he could only pull you back in for another kiss, smiling as he did so as the kids exclaimed in disgust and horror at the sight. "i love you y/n. here's to many more years with you." he whispered when he pulled away. it was a christmas you will never forget and one that tsumiki and megumi will also never forget, dramatically reminding you that they were traumatised from your little kiss.

tags! @stsgluver @sukxma (thank you for hosting the event)

i hope you love this lynne, i apologise it's not my best work and i'm sorry it took so long. i love you, i hope you're doing well

[shovellyyy]

Dadjo and sort of freshly adopted Megumi where Megumi doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s a homebody who’s attached to his home.

He gets invited to his first sleepover in kindergarten. Gojo is super excited and buys him a cute sleeping bag and a stuffy to take with him.

He’s chilling on the couch with Tsumiki around 11 Pm when he gets a call from the parent hosting the sleepover.

“Hello there, Mr. Fushiguro?”

“Ah, sorry, but I go by Gojo usually”

“Oh, well, I’m sorry to call this late, but I was wondering if you could come get Megumi?”

He sits up, motioning for Tsumiki to follow him by the door so they can get their shoes on. “I sure can! Is everything alright?”

“Yes, but it seems that he’s quite a bit homesick. You see, he’s been inconsolable for the last hour or so after the other kids went to bed. He’s the only one awake, would you like to speak to him?”

“Yes please.” Gojo has the phone under his chin on his shoulder while he ties Tsumikis shoes. “Megumi?”

“S-Satoru?” It breaks his heart hearing how shaky his voice is. If he could, he’d had warped to their house in a millisecond, but he’s learned the hard way how the kids need to understand distances rather than teleporting everywhere.

“Hey! I’ll be there in ten minutes to come take you home, alright? I promise it’ll be sooner than you know it, so make sure you don’t give Nobara-chan’s mom a hard time till I get there.”

He hears Megumi sniffle a bit before speaking. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. You’re never a bother. I want you happy, so no more crying for me.”

“Ok. W-will Tsumiki be with you?”

“Yes she will.” Gojo smiles back at Tsumiki and nudges her to say hi.

“Hi Megumi!”

“Hi ‘Miki.”

“Alright Megs, pass the phone back to her mama please, remember, I’ll be there before you know it.”

And he does. He speeds through the streets and is able to make it there in 6 minutes instead of the usual 10.

Once they’re home, he makes them some hot chocolate and tucks them into their beds for some sleep in their own home.

He doesn’t think to look a gift horse in the mouth when he wakes up to them cuddled into his sides.

[kickingcat]

quick sketch

baking a cake <3

i wonder for whom