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saintmisu · 6 months
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happy (late) halloween 🎃
(swissdew for 200 followers thank you all sm! 💕)
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lesbians4yoohyeon · 1 year
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I SAW THIS ON TWITTER PLEASEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭
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miifay · 2 years
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a special delivery 🍙💞
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randomprose · 6 months
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//part 2 of platonic itafushikugi. set after the kyoto goodwill school event//
i. the one where nobara and megumi cope | iii. the one about megumi
now posted on ao3!
Nobara crosses the corridor to the boys’ side of the dormitory and gets a sense of déjà vu when she sees Megumi hovering outside Yuuji’s bedroom.
It’s not a nightly thing—at least not on Nobara’s part. She’s stopped doing that after Yuuji quite literally came back from the dead. Seeing the familiar scene of Megumi waiting outside Yuuji’s door for… something , she can’t say the same thing for him.
Then again they just got back from another mission tonight where Yuuji, once again, had a really close call with death, and Nobara wonders if this is going to be a routine occurrence for them now.
("Why is it always him?" Megumi had grumbled earlier, but they both already knew the answer to that.)
Megumi’s got a pillow tucked under one of his arms and Nobara, clutching a pillow of her own, just sighs as she marches forward. The both of them didn’t bother with blankets because it’s not that cold tonight and Yuuji runs hot enough not to need spares. The boy is practically a walking furnace.
Nobara takes it upon herself to knock and announce they’re coming in because she suspects Megumi has been standing there for quite some time and if he hasn’t bothered to knock by now he never will. He’s probably still debating whether he should. Stupid boy.
“Oi, Itadori. I hope to the gods you’re decent and not at all doing something I dont wanna see ever ‘coz we’re going in.”
The door is unlocked and Nobara opens it before finishing her spiel. Yuuji looks at them in slight surprise from where he’s seated at the edge of his bed. It seems like he just starting to settle for the night. Good timing then.
“Kugisaki? Fushiguro?” Yuuji sounds confused like they haven’t been doing this for some time. “What’s up? Why are you guys—”
“I’m taking the wall this time,” Nobara announces, throwing her pillow at the corner and climbing past Yuuji. “I don’t wanna wake up on the floor like last time.”
“Guess that’ll be me then,” Fushiguro grumbles after her. “You know you’re the one who moves a lot in your sleep, right?”
“Oh! We’re having a sleepover! Cool!” Yuuji cheers, snuggling close to Nobara when Megumi tells him to scoot over and spreads his blanket across the three of them as best he can.
“Fushiguro, seriously. For what purpose do you feel the need to lie?” Lying on her side with her back pushed against the wooden wall, Nobara smirks, enjoying Megumi’s unimpressed stare. “C’mon. Let’s sleep already. I’m dead-ass tired and I need a full eight hours of beauty sleep if we’re gonna deal with Gojo-sensei tomorrow again.”
“Beauty sleep. Right,” Megumi snorts and snickers with Yuuji when Nobara grasps at one of the smaller pillows to hit him with.
“Shut up and turn off the light you sea urchin looking ass.”
Megumi flicks the light off and they mumble their good nights. Yuuji goes under almost immediately as the lights go off, but sleep doesn’t come as quick to Nobara.
Instead, she shifts closer to Yuuji, eliminating whatever little space they have left between them, and reveling in the warmth radiating off him. Her arm is draped over his torso and she focuses on feeling the rise and fall of his abdomen—inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale—and when Nobara’s hand travels up to feel the beating in his chest, she finds that a hand is already resting there, right where Yuuji’s heart rests, alive and pumping against his rib cage. Her fingers brush against long cold digits and when she opens her eyes, he sees Megumi looking at her. 
Nobara stills but doesn’t look away from his expectant eyes. Megumi looks too alert in the dark and right here, the three of them tucked under Yuuji’s flimsy blanket that’s too small to fully cover them all, Nobara sees the open vulnerability in his too green eyes. There’s fear in them, something that doesn’t come as a surprise to her because, well, it was Megumi who got a front-row seat to the gory shitshow after all, but there’s understanding there too.
Images of how fucking messed up Megumi had been in the days following Yuuji’s death and how Nobara had to pick up the pieces flashes through her mind’s eye. He tried his best to hide it, but with only the two of them for a time spending their waking days at the school on missions and training, Nobara was bound to see through the cracks of Megumi’s thin veneer. 
And Nobara is many things but she’s always been true to herself. She doesn’t say it and maybe she wasn’t as devastated as Megumi had been when Yuuji died (Jesus Christ, she wonders if the surreality of that will ever fade), but she’s her friend too and she's learned to care for him in the sparse time they’ve known each other much to her chagrin. Living through one too many life-threatening events tends to do that to people. If nothing else, Jujutsu Tech is really proficient in trauma bonding its students. 
So, Nobara lays her hand on top of Megumi’s, squeezes it once feeling his cracked knuckles underneath her palm, and hopes she conveys the same understanding in the small gesture.
Megumi gets it and he shifts his hand minutely to slot their fingers together, his long calloused ones trapping Nobara’s smaller softer digits in between, and squeezes back.
They fall asleep like that, hand in hand, lulled to calm and sleep by the rhythmic beating of Yuuji’s heart, tucked safe and alive between them.
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edit: now posted on ao3! also turning this into a 3 chaptered fic centered on each incident about them! next up will be megumi getting hit by hanami's cursed plants.
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mornlucc · 8 months
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guys---
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tsfander · 3 months
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they are boyfriends, ur honor.
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colesawicn · 10 months
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i love you songs about loss and grief and longing with water metaphors I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH
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siriuslytruee · 4 months
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as soon as i see a 'james fell first but regulus fell harder' story i start giggling screaming and kicking my feet in the air everytime.
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hvstias · 2 years
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jett: and here we have the functional lesbians,
killjoy: I love you!
raze: nah, i love you more!
jett: and then the disaster gays,
phoenix: LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU YOU DUMB BITCH IT'S OKAY TO BE VULNERABLE
yoru: FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME I SAID NO
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raiiny-bay · 2 years
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ok, yea, i'm crying
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user2772636 · 28 days
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U guys dk how bad i wanna finish douzième fille and write abt angus tully
Omfg these white boys will be the death of me
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mmmmuffins · 2 years
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bendy10sp · 1 year
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BPM PFP's :D
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valleynix · 10 months
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more pictures because i’m obsessed with these two traumatized idiots tonight
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lemonisntreal · 1 year
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Harry brought up Charley saying he was gonna quit smoking after he had a kid. Do you think that if Buster's father continued smoking, that it would lead him to having lung cancer by the time Buster bought the theater? I've heard that smoking is detrimental to our lungs.
Lung cancer is definitely an idea I've played around with since I decided on the smoking headcanon. It's absolutely a possible option for how he could've died by the time we see Buster in the first movie. However, I don't think he would've gotten to the point of acquiring the cancer. At least not in my version.
I think he'd try his very best to stop smoking so that he could be a better influence on his son. Would smoke on and off, and sometimes get addicted again because he needed the stress relief. So he probably had respiratory problems, but maybe not something as huge as cancer.
I'm a bit biased though- since I have a different idea of how he could've died.
[Though, the way you phrased it just has me imagining a scenario where Buster's dad gets like a Walter White arc where he knows he has cancer, so he does a bunch of c r i m e to get money to buy the theater for Buster before he dies. Could be a fun AU to play around with, but idk. Man-with-nothing-left-to-lose type beat, essentially. Sing AU where it's just Breaking Bad ~_~]
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hojlundaise · 2 years
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‘you’ve just done a big interview in english’
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