#and she lets you touch her robot heart. so. it's fine

[arcadechan]

bout to go orgia mode on em

#persona 3 #persona 3 reload #aigis persona 3 #p3 aigis #aigis #atlus #atlus games #fanart #illustration #drawing #art #artists on tumblr #doodles #i draw this for my valentine #and she lets you touch her robot heart. so. it's fine

[babydollmarauders]

OVERWHELMED — JACK HUGHES

part of the el!hughes au

summary: in which Lovie gets overstimulated and overwhelmed and Jack swoops in to help.

notes: this is totally not me projecting at all— nope- definitely not

it was something i wasn’t prepared for about motherhood— i’ve always been sensitive to loud noises, getting overstimulated and irrationally upset after a while.

i was fine in situations where i expected it; concerts, hockey games, the like. but when i was in the comfort of my own home or in a place that i wasn’t expecting it, it quickly became too much.

and when these situations happened, i became irritable and acquired a touch aversion. needing some quiet time to myself in order to recover.

when i became a mom, i was able to power through it. the newborn and infant years being an easy feat, as my daughter was a relatively quiet baby.

but with the toddler years has come the screaming, even when happy. Eleanor’s once quiet demeanor disappeared, replaced by excited squeals and happy yelling.

she would be playing and just randomly start screaming in excitement or get frustrated and scream out of annoyance and distress.

i was understanding. she couldn’t fully talk yet to express herself and for the most part, i could breathe through it and be fine. but there were those few times where it became too much.

like now.

El’s excited screams bounce off the apartment walls as she runs around the hallways with her tiny red target cart, full of her favorite toys. baby dolls and magnetic building blocks piled in the cart, running into door-jambs and furniture and clinking together.

i take deep breaths, my head pounding in ache as i sit on the couch. i love my daughter. so much. but this is entirely too much.

my husband stands in the kitchen, laughing as our toddler crashes her cart against the back of the couch, making the entire sofa jolt before she screams in excitement once again.

i flinch, squeezing my eyes shut and taking a deep inhale. i reopen my eyes just in time to see my two-old run around the side of the couch, slipping and falling onto her butt.

she lets out a shriek in frustration, tears springing to her eyes as she rises back to her feet, abandoning her play shopping cart in favor of fast walking over to me on the couch.

climbing up the couch cushions, her cries get louder with the close proximity, making my breath hitch.

“mommy!” she whines. her little hands grip my shoulder as she steps into my lap, plopping herself down and looking up at me.

i instinctively lock up, my back straightening and my hands flying up towards my shoulders in attempt to get away.

it makes me feel like a horrible mother. i can’t even power through the touch of my own child when i’m overstimulated like this.

El’s cries get louder as she reaches up to touch my cheeks.

“mommy! boo boo!” my heart aches in my chest and i’m near tears, myself. i hate seeing my baby upset but i can’t bring myself to do much. i bring my hand down, rubbing her back but even that makes my skin crawl in discomfort.

“it’s okay, El-Bell.” i attempt to comfort her, but my voice is near-robotic, just running through the motions.

my tears finally spill over and i send a desperate glance to my husband, who is already stepping over to us.

he gives me sympathetic eyes, quickly scooping up the toddler from my lap, which only makes her more upset.

“mommy!” she cries out, reaching around her father to make grabby hands at me, my heart shattering even further.

“hey.” Jack coos, turning around so that El’s back is facing me. “it’s okay, lovely. daddy’s got you.”

his eyes lock with mine and he gives me a quick and affirmative nod, letting me know that he’s got this, and i take that moment to rise from the couch, sneaking off towards our bedroom.

“you wanna watch a movie, baby? you wanna watch Ariel?” i hear him ask, resulting in the halting of El’s cries. i assume she’s nodding, as not a moment later i hear the familiar ‘thum thum’ of the disney+ app being opened on the tv.

i quietly creak our bedroom door shut, leaving it open just a crack before moving to lay on the bed, burrowing myself in the blankets. my head just barely peeks out of the comforter, providing me with fresh air.

sobs wrack my body, lightly shaking the bed. i cover my mouth with my hand, muffling my cries so that my toddler doesn’t hear them out in the living room, but it only serves to make me cry harder.

it’s moments like these where i wonder if i’m failing my child. because i sure feel like a failure. what kind of mother am i? to get so overwhelmed by my own child, that i can’t even stand being touched by her?

it feels like hours until my sobs finally subside, but in reality i know it’s only been maybe half an hour.

now i lay in the bed, staring up at the plain white ceiling and overthinking everything.

is El going to hate me for this one day?

have i let her down?

is Jack going to hate me for this?

will he get tired of the fact that i can’t handle our daughters loud noises and leave me?

my thoughts are interrupted by the dip of the bed beside me. i look over to see Jack laying a napping Eleanor next to me on the mattress before he lays down on the other side of her.

he looks at me with an expression full of worry, pity overtaking his face.

i turn on my side, facing my husband and our daughter, and he does the same.

“how are you feeling?” he questions softly, not wanting to wake our sleeping toddler.

“better.” i tell him, gazing down at El and running the back of my hand across her chubby cheek.

i love her so much.

“i feel like i’ve failed her.” i confess. “like i’ve failed you both.”

Jack is quick to squash those feelings, leaning over the toddler to press a sweet kiss to my lips.

“stop doing that.” he pleads. “stop reducing yourself down to your bad moments. i love you. El loves you.

“so you have a few times where it all becomes too much- i may not be able to understand it fully, but i do understand that it’s out of your control. you love El, i know you do, i see it every day. if it were up to you, i know you would never have these moments. but they do happen, and that’s okay. El may not understand it yet, but she will one day, and she still loves you regardless.”

his words make tears prick my eyes once more and i break our eye contact to gaze back down at our daughter.

“you are more than these moments, Lovie. and i will do whatever i can to help when they do happen.” he tells me, smiling softly.

“when i’m home.” he adds, making me let out a watery giggle.

“i love you.” i express, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips.

“i love you more.”

“thank you for being so understanding. and for swooping in to help.” i smile, raising a hand to cup his cheek, trailing my thumb softly over his cheekbone.

“thank you for being the most amazing wife and the best mother to our beautiful baby girl. thank you for giving me the best gift i’ve ever received.”

“your ‘#1 dad’ hat?” i joke, making him throw his head back in laughter.

“our daughter, Lovie!” he clarifies through chuckles. “although, i do love that hat.”

#el!hughes au #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s writings <3

[nukaberries]

Hi! Can I have the non-human companions' reaction to a male sole that is very protective of them? Like if they're at a bar and someone shouts "get out of here freak/bucket of bolts/etc" he's beating the crap out of them immediately and when he's done he just goes back to the said companion and is all caring like "are you ok? Do you need anything?" Djdjfnfnejjr p l e a s e I've had this idea for so long

Non-human companions will always have a special place in my heart (especially Hancock because characters from Goodneighbor will always be superior to me), so this ask is really fun! Besides, I'm pretty sure every Hancock or Valentine fan has sided against the Brotherhood just for this reason. Also I have a feeling I could be missing someone, since I almost forgot Codsworth and Strong, so please let me know if I am, I can just add them on lmao

//

Non-Human Companions React to M!Sole Being Protective (Includes: Curie, Codsworth, Hancock, Nick, Strong and X6-88)

Curie She insists that Sole didn't have to go to all that trouble for her, she understands that some people are bound to dislike her simply based on her appearance and although that can be disheartening, she's come to accept it. She's a little shocked by how Sole reacts, he's never been particularly violent if he can help it, but it's more how quickly his mood changes afterwards when he goes to check on her that catches her more off guard than anything. She can't help but feel touched by the gesture though, it's nice to know that there's someone willing to look out for her.

Codsworth The Commonwealth is a lot different than it was 210 years ago, Codsworth still remembers the days when people would clamour at the opportunity to have their very own Mr. Handy. Now, all he seems to be is target practice or scrap metal to the inhabitants of the wasteland. Nevertheless, that doesn't mean he's immune to how some people tend to treat him. While Sole's act of violence is quite concerning to him, Codsworth does find himself grateful that his old friend is willing to defend him against the abuse he's become accustomed to. Codsworth assures Sole he's fine and insists that he doesn't cause so much ruckus on his behalf, but he will make a point to thank him profusely for caring, even if he is just a robot butler.

Hancock While Goodneighbor is more than welcoming to people from all walks of life, Hancock isn't blind to the treatment of his kind outside the walls. He'd seen it with his own brother in Diamond City and Hancock wishes that he'd fought as hard for the exiled ghouls as Sole had just fought for him. The name calling doesn't bother him, really, he's heard it all before and he can handle himself. What catches him off guard is Sole beating the bigot that had insulted him to a pulp. He does figure that Sole might owe him one, considering Hancock had handled Finn for him the day they'd met. Still, he assures Sole that he's fine and clarifies that he can fight his own battles, not that the show Sole had put on wasn't entertaining to watch.

Nick Valentine Being around as long as Nick has, he knows what people think of his kind and sometimes it can be hard to blame them. The Institute are dangerous and they've taken countless lives for their own selfish gain, even though it's not his fault he has to walk around looking like their poster boy, he can understand why people might take out their frustration on him. Of course, that doesn't mean he isn't quick to bite back to defend himself. On this occasion though, Sole was quicker and much more vicious and Nick had barely managed to comprehend what had just happened before Sole was back at his side asking if he was okay. Nick was fine, as usual, and only might a slightly irritated remark about Sole using his words next time rather than his fists, before thanking him.

Strong He doesn't really understand the insult being thrown at him and, although he definitely will try to join in, he isn't too sure as to why Sole is attacking a random civilian. Once Sole has made sure that Strong is okay - which, of course, he is - and once he's explained what had just happened and why, Strong isn't particularly bothered, he knows Super Mutants are the superior race, the comments of a "puny human" won't change that.

X6-88 A snide remark from a worthless scavenger means absolutely nothing to him, but apparently it means a lot to Sole, who doesn't hesitate to give the scavenger a beatdown and make him apologise to X6. He decides to wait, rather impatiently, for Sole to be done, before asking that he doesn't cause such a scene again for something so meaningless. Deep down though, Sole knows that's his way of saying thank you.

#fallout #fallout headcanons #fallout imagines #fallout x reader #fallout 4 #curie fallout #codsworth fallout #fallout codsworth #sole survivor #fallout hancock #john hancock #nick valentine #fallout strong #fallout x6 88

[violettelueur]

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 — 𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

SUMMARY. being alhaitham does make locals of sumeru question your sanity but the second you feel his touch, you no longer worry about anything but him.

CHARACTER(S). alhaitham

PRONOUNS. she/her (does say 'lady')

TW/CONTEXT. use of pet names (dear, princess), small bit of sensual activities

AUTHOR NOTE. so a lot of things have happened, the new chainsaw man trailer is out and aki looks handsome as always. the genshin livestream, where so much more lore was gifted and i am excited for alhaitham and cyno's fight and the jujutsu kaisen season two visual where the SSS trio look amazing as well (suguru the love of my life looks handsome as always). also i know the ending is bad so please don’t comment on that…ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ

If you were to ask someone about Alhaitham, they would look at you perplexed before giving you a harsh critique of the man.

“Alhaitham is a genius, don’t get me wrong, but he’s too robotics…”

“Be careful of Alhaitham, he is a very rational person. However, he’s not a good person to be friends with!”

“Alhaitham…I hate people who think they are better than others, just because they are part of the Akademiya.”

However, if you were to ask the residents of Sumeru about the lady who seemed to be alway by his side (more like he was by hers), there would be a sudden turn of opinions.

“Miss Y/N is a wonderful person, even though she is so busy being the manager at Puspa Cafe, she still helps alot of the students with their work!”

“The manager is a one of a kind, so patient with the elderly and quite welcoming with travelers, definitely has the hearts of the Sumeru people.”

“Y/N is a very smart person, so I don’t know why she disappeared from the Akademiya, but the fact that she is with Alhaitham is…weird…”

“I don’t think working at the cafe is efficient for you, dear.”

Looking up from his papers, Alhiatham’s eyes steadily met yours before he tiredly leaned back on the wooden chair while letting out a prolonged sigh, as if he was holding in his breath for quite some time. From what you could recall, your acting manager was quite desperate to call you for help due to the sudden high workload leading you to ask one of the students to relay a message to Alhaitham that you weren’t able to see him today…only to suddenly find him seated in the corner of the cafe once the busy hours had come to a slowdown.

“It’s fine, I was…worried when I heard you couldn’t come,” Alhaitham confessed before you pull a chair to sit next to him.

Softly smiling, you could help but coo over your lover’s worries over you before looking down at the papers that were displayed in a disordered fashion. Writings upon writings on linguistics and translations of different pieces of literature brought some memories of the time when you were at the Akademiya...but that was a story for another time. “Do you want some coffee, it seems you have been here for a while,” you asked before raising your hand to gently caress his cheek with the back of your fingers - letting a pinkish hue rise upon his cheeks if you looked closely enough.

Physical affection with Alhaitham was something that was somewhat evident in your relationship, the people of Sumeru can confirm that due to the amount of time they have seen you both out together. Yet if you had a proper conversation with your lover about this topic, you both would agree that you both weren’t the affectionate type.

Taking your hand in his, Alhaitham lightly placed a kiss on your inner palm before lingering a bit longer than needed - maybe it was because of the longer time you both were separated today, you weren’t so sure?

“I’m fine, it seems like you were quite busy…I don’t want you to tire yourself out,” Alhaitham answered before going back to his papers to continue with his project. Nevertheless, when you cast your gaze down, you noticed how his and your hand was still intertwined on the table.

“Well, I’m going to make you one anyways and I might as well bring some baklava for the both of us,” you suggested before getting up from your seat while noticing how Alhaitham’s grip tightened. Even though he didn’t say anything, you had the knowledge that he didn’t want you to go, but he needed to be taken care of after waiting for you for a few hours.

“I’ll be back in 10 minutes max, I promise I won’t be long,” you reassured the scribe before beginning to depart to prepare the snack you had planned...Yet even when you were walking away, you still couldn’t help but want to relish on his touch just a little longer. Even as you were going away, your intertwined hands were still gently held on to each other, telling each other that it wasn't time to let go yet...maybe just a little longer. However, distance had to become your enemy as it was too great for your arms to reach, leaving your hands to gradually disconnect from one another, leaving you both to miss the affection already.

The Akademiya. If you could avoid it, you simply would. However, with your history with the prestigious institute, there was simply no way you could steer clear of it anytime soon - especially when you were friends with the famous Lisa Minci, who also graduated with you in advanced studies.

Still, when Alhaitham invited you to keep him company or to help him with something…you never refused. Even if it meant you both were going to sit in silence while he worked and you read, you still accepted his offer to go to the Akademiya to keep him company.

Students will confess to you that they were surprised to see you at the institution, but they would be more confused about how Alhaitham would be there with you since they're used to seeing him work alone. Although, within the same conversation, the female students in the cafe would gush how adorable you both were (a rare compliment for the Akademiya lunatic) since they would always notice how you both hold hands on the table, making them wish they had a school romance - something you actually never really realised.

At this moment in time, you were seated opposite to your lover while looking over the books and files he had laid out for you both to study since he was having “difficulty” understanding something and needed you to guide him to the conclusion. What a liar.

Yet without hesitation, you began to notice how Alhaitham’s arm was suddenly stretched out on the table, relaxing next to yours before his index finger steadily began to ghostly trace the shape of your fingers as if he was teasing or conveying a message that only you would understand. Deciding to ignore this, you continued to scan through the papers only to pause again, once you felt something tenderly taking a hold of your fingers, only to peer up again to find the ‘lunatic’ scribe acting like he wasn’t doing something that would make you embarrassingly tremble at if you weren't seated.

“Are you testing me?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow while putting away the book he was analysing to obtain another one.

“I don’t think I could call this testing…more of…making you want more?” you replied in a questionable tone, before grabbing another sheet of paper to study.

“Oh?”

“Thank you for the flowers, you really didn’t need to,” you smiled at the handsome scribe before holding the bouquet of Sumeru roses closer to your chest, as if you were embracing the joy and fondness you were feeling from Alhaitham’s gift. Even though, Alhaitham didn’t know why you were so cheerful by the gift he had presented, he couldn’t help but get you one every time he had a stop at Port Ormos leaving the vendor to be confused since they never really understood why the rational man would spend so much on different flowers every week. One week would be the commonly known Sumeru roses and the next it would be Liyue’s speciality of Qingxins - never caring about the price.

People at Port Omros were suddenly starting to notice the admirable interaction, as they were also bewildered by how the robotic man of the Akademiya was affectionately smiling down at the charming Puspa Cafe manager. Those your relationship was well known across Sumeru, it was still a surprise to see the couple in reality making you and Alhaitham become aware of the gazes and stares that were directed toward you both.

“Let’s go,” Alhaitham stated before placing his hand upon your lower back to guide you somewhere more private, where you would be more comfortable.

However, the eyes that were upon you didn't seem to matter anymore. The feeling of sudden warmth that Alhaitham's hand brought made you forget the displeasure that you were feeling just a few seconds ago. Yet, even when you knew this was something natural he was going...there was a small part of you that thought he knew the effect of his touch had on you.

“Are you teasing me?” you asked curiously causing the scribe to pause his stride before turning his head to look at you.

“Really? Is that what you think I’m doing after giving you flowers?” Alhaitham responded before his hand began to slowly travel upwards on your back, gently tracing the shape of your spine causing a spark of electo to ignite within you as you tense at his sudden action.

“In fact...yes I do,” you answer timidly as you began to pay attention to how his hand was now sensually travelling to the back of your neck, aware of how his thumb was now caressing the side of it, near behind your ear almost making you notice how Alhaitham was now steadily and masterfully making you weak within his arms.

Lowering his head down to your level, Alhaitham couldn’t help but place a lingering kiss upon the apple of your cheek before slowly moving towards the shell of your ear to place another, leaving you to slightly feel his breath. Smirking, Alhaitham noticed how your eyes were now closed, knowing that you were feeling lightheaded from the small pleasure he was gifting you with pride swelling up in his chest.

“If I was really teasing you, wouldn’t I be doing this instead?” he whispered, while pushing your hair aside to place another kiss upon your neck causing you to moan softly as you grabbed hold of the fabric of his shirt for support.

“Don’t drop the flowers princess…”

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[darling-i-read-it]

Hi, i hope you're doing great. Can I please request headcanons where chris redfield is really stressed out from work and he comes home and accidentally lashes out at the reader and tells her she's too much or amth? The reader feels bad and distances herself from him because she doesnt want to annoy chris anymore. Sorry if this is too long.

Have a great day!

hi love! I hope you enjoy this, I always love writing for chris and i think him being overwhelmed and stressed is a nuanced topic that leads to a lot of his not so fun behavior. it's really realistic and i love him with my whole heart so i will write him in every scenario i can

angst tw :(

Chris was often overwhelmed at work. There was no way to actually describe what he goes through on a day to day basis because it's so insane always and he's constantly on the move.

Because of this, he always has no life when he comes back to you at home. He's killed people in his day job and now he's back and he just wants to go to sleep.

it's hard. It's extremely hard. On both of you.

How can he give you a life when he hardly has time to give himself one? How can he realistically be your life partner when he's never around? Should he just let you go and deal with that pain?

But you are his selfish part, the piece of him that refuses to give you up because you're the light of his life. A soothing touch when he comes home, a person who has a smile on their face and tells him silly stories and explains things to him when he's half listening.

But some days he just couldn't take anything other than that. you had to be perfect, otherwise he couldn't' stand it. He would rather be alone

He came home and the door shut behind him loudly. You perked around the corner, having come home tired from your own job, but happy to see him nonetheless.

He slid off his shoes, tossing his jacket to the side

Your smile was gentle as you got up, going to greet him at the door. You had bags under your eyes. You were tired too, sometimes he forgot about that

"Good evening," you muttered as you approached. He gave you a glance. Nothing else. Though it hurt, you tried to put yourself into his shoes as much as you could. He was taking lives everyday, how could you even begin to fathom that? "How was work?"

"Fine." The curt answer stung. You pushed on.

"I have dinner in the fridge. Nothing fancy, just breakfast for dinner." He walked past you to the kitchen. He gave you a kiss on the forehead as he went by but that was the only thing to prove he had actually seen you. You followed behind him. "Anything weird happen today?" He shook his head. He opened the fridge, leaning over it. You cleared your throat. "I had a long day. I had to deal with these shitty customers," you muttered. You sat at the dining room table, watching him. "I haven't been able to talk about it. They're so entitled you know? It's never ending, the people who think they can have whatever they want and that I'm nothing but a robot to them, doing what they need." You huffed. "I was glad to be home."

"Mhm." He grabbed the plate you had made him.

"Was your day alright?" "Can you just give me a moment?" he snapped. He turned to you, face frustrated. "I'll be here all night. There's no need to muzzle me the second I come in the door. You're not a dog."

Your mouth parted in surprise.

You got up and you left the room, apologizes slipping from your lips. You retreated back into yourself, suddenly feeling even worse about your day.

A dog?

Did the think you were like a dog?

Loyal to no fault, always happy, never asking questions...

You shut the bedroom door behind you, grabbed some clothes to sleep in and got in the shower. You stayed in the shower till you pruned up. You thought maybe Chris would knock on the door, ask if you were okay, demand to get in the shower but nothing came. You heard no sounds outside of the beat of water against your back.

When you finally got out, you were met with him already in bed, asleep.

You slept on the couch, feeling miserable.

When you woke up it was to the sound of him getting ready for work. It was familiar. Ruffling of the keys, boots hitting the ground, coffee pot being turned on. You opened your eyes, remembering the pain from the night before. The lack of apology.

He came into the living room. Your eyes followed him, still sleepy. He sat by your feet.

"Are you awake?" he asked quietly. He was up so early, the sun still hadn't risen. You nodded. He didn't look at you. "I didn't mean to snap at you yesterday," he breathed. His voice was so quiet to the morning air.

"Do you think I'm a dog?" you asked.

Your voice was so childlike that it pained him. He tried to remember what kind of pain he had caused you just by saying something he would quickly forget.

"No. No, I'm sorry I said that. I was tired and exhausted and it was a hard day." He finally looked at you. He hated seeing that look in your eyes, the pain. "I'm so grateful to have you here when I get home."

You were silent. He hung on your words.

"Stay." He paused. "Stay here with me," you whispered.

"You know I can't." "Yes you can. They'll live without you for a day," you promised. You sat up, propping yourself on your elbow. "We can't keep meeting at moments where neither of us have the wherewithal to talk." You were right, of course you were. He had been thinking about it too. "We need a break." He was silent a moment. He looked at the clock. He was going to be late anyway.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Can you come back up to the bedroom?" he asked. His voice was quiet, vulnerable. You nodded. Your head was still clouded. All you could really think about was how happy you were to have him home with you for the day. He took off his boots as you sat all the way up, grabbing your blanket and holding it around you.

He followed you upstairs. He shed his work clothes so he was back down to something to sleep in. You crawled into bed, happy to be back.

when he climbed into bed with you, he was holding you tightly. He whispered that he was sorry again. He kissed you and his lips felt like home. You could deal with the bigger things the next day. Right now you just wanted to go back to sleep with him.

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield headcanons #chris redfield x fem!reader #resident evil imagines #resident evil headcanons #angst tw

[hezekiahwakely]

After spending literally multiple days and nights listening to hours of new music, here are my thoughts on what the Protocol playlists might tell us about the characters. I'm gonna break it down by large themes and I'm putting it under a read more bc I don't know how to not ramble about this. its SO MUCH

Gwendolyn Bouchard 👁️

Hers is the most self-explanatory. Girlboss is girlbossing and paying for it. But I did pick up several nuances.

Gwen is: Cold, power-hungry, and ambitious (you should see me in a crown, Are You Satisfied?, Severance theme). Suffering from her own hubris (Oh No!, Gasoline). Resentful and envious, especially about family, wealth, and power (Family Jewels, 24 hours, Warriors). Touching the dark and being supernaturally influenced (Mr. Bonzo theme, Evil Eye, We Don't Talk About Bruno, Making Love to the Dead).

Special mention to the 'daddy's money' reference in 24 hours.

Samama Khalid 😶‍🌫️

Sam makes ridiculously long playlists, like me, so this entry is gonna be long, but the emotional vibes were pretty easy to pick out once I got through it.

Sam is: Straight chillin' to some lo-fi beats, desi hip hop, and melodic bops (literally too many to list but, Remind Me, Forgive the Mess, 93 'Til Infinity, Magpie, Fire Sale, Iniesta Flow, I Guess, Prarthana, Hai Hai, etc., etc.). Rebellious (The Adults Are Talking, Reptilia). Bonded with someone (Halo Flip, soulboy). Yearning, romantic, and playful (Girl Like You, Mr. Sandman, New House, Meteor, You Only Live Once, Be Your Girl, Dear Jean, Say The Word, My Girl/Hey Girl, Smiley, The Real Sugar). Reminiscing about a break-up (Oui, Afterparty Lover, Last Nite, Stick Season, Turn off the Lights, Jessie (i miss you), WONDERING, Afterthought, I Love You, I'm Trying). Full of regrets, pain, and melancholy bitterness (Seasons, Can't Call It, Let It Go, nightmares, Pretty Insane, different tomorrow..., Cigarette Daydreams, CABIN FEVER, Self destruct, Go Back, Stuck Here With Me, Bliss City). Alienated, yet wanting to be alone (uh-oh) (Creep, Alone, Stone cold., Paint it, Black).

Special shout-out to all the implications about the old Sam/Alice relationship. And I'm especially worried by the potential meanings of Downside Up, Let It Go, Go Back, and Stuck Here With Me.

Also, interesting that there's a lyric-free track just called 'drained' at the end of his playlist. I'm sure that's fine.

Alice Dyer 🌀

Oh my girl. What is going on with you. She has impeccable and predictable taste, at least. But... then there's the Ominous Implications again...

Alice is: Rebellious, anarchic, and irreverent (Underclass Hero, Toxicity, Tribute, Buddy Holly, Dragostea din tei, Feel Good Inc., Piss Off, Rebel Rebel, Ghost Town, Brimful of Asha, Surrender, Uncle Walter, United States of Whatever). Blasting high-confidence power anthems (Material Girl, Therefore I Am, Jump, Bad Reputation, The Middle). Depressed behind a mask of high energy and false cheeriness (SugarCrash!, Mad World, Bathroom Floor). Yearning after someone's love (A.M. 180, Zombie Love Song, Nearer Than Heaven, Save Tonight, Ms. California, Because I Love You, Fell In Love With A Girl, Take Me Out). Reminiscing about a break-up (Ciao!, Built This Way, Kidz 'N' Stuff, FRIENDS, Free Fallin', Not In Love, Who Knew, Song for the Dumped, When It All Falls Apart, Laid, Complicated). Feeling crazy and overwhelmed (uh-oh) (Basket Case, In Too Deep, Bonkers, I'm A Robot, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, 19-2000, Wonderland, High, Undone, Cosmic Castaway). Creeped out and brushing up against the supernatural (Walking On Air, The Blue Wrath, Pet Sematary).

Oooh. Oh, the implications. The Sam/Alice break-up. The potential for feelings that remain. I HAVE to know what happened between them.

Also, here are some select lines from five Alice songs presented without comment: "Yeah, I'm a zombie, baby," "I'm a robot, I'm a robot/I don't have any feeling in my heart," "I don't wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary/I don't want to live my life again," "Take me down, six underground/The ground beneath your feet," "Walking like a zombie, like a zombie."

I'm sure that's all fine.

Celia Ripley 🕸️

The most mysterious new member of the OIAR, her music choices are appropriately enigmatic. The Vibes make me excited to see what she's hiding under the surface.

Celia is: Raring for a fight (Seven Nation Army, Rumble, know your place, Run from Me). Fed up with the system (Blood//Water, Run You). Bold, sexy, headstrong, and self-confident (Creature, Took A Trip, River, Do It For Me, Aerials, Uber). Struggling against supernatural influence, feeling trapped and helpless (Mama! There's a Spider in My Room, Where Is My Mind?, I Feel Like I'm Drowning, Closer, Space Dementia, Rain)

So we've all but confirmed the theory that she's from the OG Archives timeline and that she has continuing ties to the Web from passing through Hill Top Road. I think we have hints here that she's manipulating the others, but I also think there are signs that she's fighting her own battle against an evil trying to take her. There also seems to be an overarching theme of water in many of her songs for some reason 🤔

I can't wait to get more of Celia. Even if she is lying, I'm rooting for her (<hoping this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass)

In conclusion, I love them all already your honor, and I want to thank the cast for putting such loving care into crafting these for us. Thank you for such great food to feed our wild theorizing.

#i think i had the most fun listening to hindi rap for the first time #theres just something about following the flow and beat when you cant understand the language. its really fun #sort sort i love to arbitrarily sort #also i assumed these were songs /about/ the characters and not under the conceit that these are songs the characters are listening to #just play in this space with me #tmagp #the magnus protocol #gwendolyn bouchard #gwen bouchard #alice dyer #samama khalid #sam khalid #celia ripley #tmagp theory #also i started writing this a few weeks ago and since then ive been listening to KR$NA obsessively lol. thank you Shahan

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dreams & destiny

— snippets of you and fushiguro megumi, and the thread that ties you together.

or : you start a new school, you meet a boy. everything goes to shit, everything turns out okay. you love a boy, a boy loves you.

you dreamed of this, and maybe it was destiny. wc : 15 295 │ ao3 [notes + tags]

— (2018 : March)

The March air chills your skin and digs deep into your heart and your bones but regardless, you’re happy. You’ve just graduated middle school, and you’re walking around Hakodate with your friends after the ceremony. Amane and Natsue are walking slightly ahead of you, arms around each others shoulders, while you and Shizuru tread behind them, hands interlocked.

”I’m gonna miss you,” Shizuru says quietly. You squeeze her hand. ”’m gonna miss you too.” ”Do you know if you’re going to Tokyo or Kyoto yet?”

The three of them think you’re going away to a fancy religious boarding school. They weren’t surprised when you told them, considering the somewhat traditional nature of your home and upbringing. It hurts to lie to your best friends, but you know it’s the right thing to do.

”Tokyo, I think. Less time on the train,” you say, small smile on your face. ”At least theyre letting you pick which branch you're being cast off to,” Amane chimes in, head turned back. You let out a short laugh.

”Yeah yeah. It won’t be all that bad. We can still keep in touch and I’ll be able to visit during the summer. Plus, I’ll get to live in Tokyo,” you smirk, as Natsue turns back and sticks out her tounge at you. ”I’ll just come visit you in the summer instead,” she replies, wide grin on her face. ”Sounds like a plan.”

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— (2018 : April)

You’re standing on the platform waiting for the train to Tokyo. Your mother is fussing over you, adjusting your new uniform, running her fingers through your hair, making sure you have all your luggage.

”It will be fine Mother,” you sigh, trying to get yourself out of her grasp. Your father stands off to the side, hands clasped behind his back, a warm smile on his face. Your grandmother stands beside him, tears starting to gather in her eyes.

”Are you sure you have everything?” your mother asks, worry evident in her voice. ”Yes Mother, I’m sure. We went through my bags last night, and I have my ticket and travel food right here,” you reply, holding up your hand and waving it slightly. A small plastic bag, filled to the brim with drinks, snacks and meals, and your ticket pinched between your thumb and index finger. Your mother quickly reaches out to steady your hand.

”Don’t wave your ticket around so carelessly! What if you dropped it and it got blown away?” she scolds, and you roll your eyes with a slight smile on your face. ”It’s on my phone too anyways Mother. I’m sure I have everything, I promise.”

Your father steps forward, placing his hand on your mothers shoulder.

”Misuzu. I know you don’t want to accept it, but our little girl has grown up,” he says, before giving her shoulder a squeeze. Your mother sighs. ”I know, I know. But still, it’s a mothers duty to worry,” she says with a tearyeyed smile, and you roll your eyes at the cliché. Your father pulls the two of you into a tight hug, and you relax into the warmth.

The three stay like that for a while, before you hear your grandmother approach, and you pull away. She pulls you into a hug of her own, and you rest your chin on her shoulder.

”Be kind, my child,” she whispers, and you start to tear up. She rubs your back, and you tighten the hug, before letting go. ”I will.”

The station speakers let out a short spark, before a robotic voice starts to speak. ”Hokkaido shinkansen bound for Tokyo, departing in 10 minutes from platform 3.”

Your grandmother pats your shoulder.

”Let us know when you have arrived, won’t you?” you nod, and she continues. ”Your teacher will be picking you up there, correct?” ”Yes, that’s what I’ve been told.” She sighs, and gives you a short nod, seemingly satisfied. Your mother steps forward again, adjusting your uniform one last time, before turning you towards the doors of the train. She squeezes your shoulders before pushing you forward, just a bit. You turn your neck to look at your family, and do your best to give them a reassuring smile.

”I’ll make you proud,” you say, giving a small twofingered salute. Your father lets out a small laugh, and your mother rolls her eyes, fond smile on her face. ”And say bye to Yukichi for me!” you exclaim, before boarding the train with a wave.

Yukichi, your older brother, hadn’t been able to come and say goodbye to you, having been sent to western Hokkaido for a mission. While you know it’s not his fault, you can’t deny the small feeling of disappointment that’s gnawing at you. The two of you weren’t the closest of siblings, but he’s still your brother.

You still remember the day you had sent him off to Kyoto, standing on the platform, hiding behind your fathers leg. Yukichi, being 10 years older than you, held responsibilities as both the future clan head and as a grade one sorcerer. You do your best not to pity him too much, and instead support him from the sidelines as much as you can.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you find your seat without much trouble, and place your messenger bag on the chair and your snack bag on the table, before reaching up to put your suitcase in the overhead compartment. It takes a bit of stretching, but you manage to get it up safely before sitting down.

You bring out the small bento your grandmother had made for you, and the onigiri and bottle of green tea you had bought at the station, placing them on the table, before digging in your messenger bag for your phone and headphones.

After adequatley preparing yourself, you lean back and make yourself comfortable for the coming 5 hour journey. You’ve never really been outside of Hokkaido, most of your rare family trips being spent going further north. The train starts rolling, and you turn to look out the window. Spotting your family, you give a final quick wave, before the train shoots off, heading south.

The trainride itself passes rather quickly, as you finish the lunch you brought with you and snack on the small bag of chips. You get a few texts from the groupchat with Amane, Shizuru and Natsue, wishing you well, telling you to take care of yourself, and to meet a handsome Tokyo boy and bring him back to Hakodate. You laugh at the last one, replying that you’ll try your best.

As the train rolls into Tokyo Station, you pull out your phone to check the time. 16:24. You roll your neck, before texting your family you’ve arrived, and pocketing your phone.

You put your trash in the small plastic bag you brought it in and shove it inside your messenger bag, electing to deal with it at a later date, before standing up and pulling your suitcase down from the overhead department and throwing your messenger bag on your shoulder.

You stand infront of the door as the train stops at the platform, not wanting to get caught within the crowd and making your teacher wait for you. As you step out and onto the platform, you look around and take it all in. It’s way bigger, and way busier than anywhere you’ve been before, and you start to feel dizzy, even though you ate on the train.

You shake your head, steeling yourself and deciding you should find your teacher, before your eyes widen in horror. You don’t even know who your teacher is, let alone what they look like. Before you entirely lose it, you hear a loud voice cut through the hustle and bustle of Tokyo Station.

”Hey!”

Probably the entire station startles, and looks to where the voice is coming from, including you.

As you look towards where the voice came from, you spot a tall blindfolded man, hair as white as the first snow of winter. A boy is standing next to him, but he looks like he would rather be anywhere else. The boy is looking off to the side, but when you look up at the man, you swear you can feel his eyes on you, despite the highly opaque blindfold he’s wearing.

The man waves, a grin on his face. ”Sorcery girl! Come here!”

Your eyes widen in shock. No way this idiot is your teacher. Protecting the public from the knowledge of Jujutsu is one of the most important values of the art, and here he is, yelling it out to the hundreds of people in Tokyo Station. You glare at the strange man, but the grin on his face does not falter. Looking around you, you notice that everyone except you seems to have forgotten all about what just happened, going about their normal lives again. A big city thing perhaps, you think to yourself.

Begrudingly, you quickly walk towards the pair, realizing as you get closer that both of them are wearing Jujutsu Tech uniforms. As you reach them, you fall into a small bow and introduce yourself. The man grabs your hand, shaking it with enthusiasm.

”Nice to meet you too! I’m your teacher, Gojo Satoru.” Your eyes widen as he says his name, and you think you see a small smirk appear at your reaction. ”And this,” he points to the boy next to him, ”is Fushiguro Megumi, your fellow first year!”

The boy you now know as Fushiguro finally looks at you, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. His eyes are cold as steel as they meet yours, and it makes a small shiver run down your spine. He scans over you quickly before inclining his head in greeting.

”I look forward to working with you.” ”Same goes,” you say with a small nod.

His eyes seem to focus on your face, and you tilt your head, giving him a slightly awkward smile. Before either of you can say anything else, Gojo places one of his arms around your shoulders, and one around Fushiguros. You startle, but Fushiguro just grunts, seemingly used to it. Gojo turns his head towards you and pats your shoulder lightly.

”So, Ijichi is waiting for us in the car outside, and I was thinking we can go back to campus and leave your stuff, and once that’s done, your beloved teacher Gojo Satoru can take his two students for some dinner!”

You furrow your brows and go to speak, but your teacher interrupts you before you can even get a word in.

”It’s kind of late, and you’ve been traveling for a while. Even though you got accepted because of your lineage, we still have to do a skill test exorcism, but we can leave that for tomorrow!”

You give him a hesitant nod, and Gojo smiles. ”All right then! Come on my dear students, to the campus!”

He grabs your bags, before quickly dragging you and Fushiguro out of the station, and shoving the two of you into the backseat of a car. The man in the drivers seat, Ijichi, you realize, turns to look at you before giving you a deep bow, still sitting down. You startle and wave your hands in front of you, trying to get him to sit up again.

”It’s a pleasure to meet you. If you ever need anything don’t hesitate to let me know.” ”There’s no need for all that Ijichi,” you mumble, before giving him a short bow of your own. ”I’ll be in your care.”

You hear a small laugh from behind you, and turn back to see the face of your teacher, putting your bags in the trunk.

”Don’t mind him,” Gojo says. ”That’s just how Ijichi is. You’ll have to get comfortable around him eventually, he’s one of our top managers after all.” The smile on his face takes on a warmth that you wouldnt expect, and when you look back at Ijichi, he looks just as shocked as you probably do.

Gojo slams the trunk shut, and you flinch in surprise. He gets into the front seat, before urging Ijichi to drive back to the school. The trip is silent, only sound being the roads and the music playing on the radio.

After you arrive at the campus, Gojo shows you to your dorm and lets you quickly drop off your bags, before pulling you away for a speedy tour around the school. He shows you the main building, and training field, before dragging you back to the car where Fushiguro is waiting, Ijichi having gone off to tend to other matters.

”If you have any other questions, just ask Megumi!” he exclaims, and you nod, before he’s shoving you into the back seat once again.

You’re back out on the road when you feel Gojos eyes on you through the rearview mirror. He’s traded the blindfold for a more casual pair of sunglasses and left his uniform jacket on the seat next to him. The blue of his eyes is startling, and you tense slightly as you meet his gaze.

”Is there anything specific you want for dinner?” he asks, and your eyes widen. ”Oh, uhm. Anything is fine with me really. I’d feel bad if I picked something either of you didn’t like.” ”Eh, we’ll survive. Right Megumi?”

An affermative hum sounds out from next to you, and Gojo grins.

”See? So really, whatever you want. It’s your admission celebration after all.” ”Ah, okay. Ramen maybe then? I don’t know any places though, so you’ll have to pick for me.” ”Ramen it is! I’ll make sure to take my students to the best place in town!”

The car eventually comes to a stop outside of a small place in the suburbs of Saitama, and as the three of you step out of the car, Gojo puts his arm around Fushiguros shoulders, smile on his face.

”Just like old times, eh Megumi!”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, and the smile on Gojos face widens, as a small frown appears on Fushiguros face.

”I’m his-” ”He’s not my dad. He’s my legal guardian and that’s it.” ”So cold Megumi.”

Fushiguro only rolls his eyes, expertly getting out of Gojos grasp, before walking into the restaurant. Gojo pats your shoulder as he walks past you, shaking you from your stupor.

”Don’t worry about him, he’ll warm up soon enough.”

You nod, and follow your teacher into the restaurant. The three of you are ushered to a booth in the back, proclaimed as ”the usual table” by the waitress. Fushiguro sits down and shuffles towards the wall, and you follow suit, while Gojo chats with the waitress as she gives you and only you a small menu. You look up at the two of them, confused, and Gojo only waves his hand.

”We’ve been coming here for a while.”

You nod, gaze falling back down to the menu. Once you’ve decided what you want, you put the menu down on the table, and the waitress seems to appear from out of nowhere next to the table.

”The usual for you two, I assume?” she asks, and Gojo gives her a thumbs up. She smiles, quickly writing on her notepad, before turning her gaze to you.

”This one, please,” you say, pointing to your choice on the menu, and the waitress nods, writing it down. ”That one's my favourite too,” she says, beaming at you. ”These two never order anything different, it’s super boring,” she mutters loudly, grin still on her face, as she grabs the menu, putting it under her arm.

After her and Gojo banter for a while, she walks away. He turns to you, starting to talk about the plans for tomorrow.

”So, I’ve scouted a location for tomorrow,” he starts, and you nod. ”We’ll be leaving school at around 11:30, so make sure you’re by the gates by then. Megumi will be joining you as backup in case something goes wrong, and Ijichi and I will be waiting outside. Sounds good?”

”Sounds good,” you agree, and Gojo nods. ”You have everything you need right? No need to borrow anything from the school?” ”No, I’ve brought everything I need with me from home.”

”Good. That’s all the business out of the way then! Let’s have a good evening,” he says, holding up his glass of water. You snort, and clink your glass against his, as he urges Fushiguro to join. He does, and you smile, taking a sip of water as the food arrives.

Gojo wasn’t lying when he said he would be taking you to the best ramen place in town. You swear you almost melt into the seat as you take your first sip of the broth.

”Not bad, right?” Gojo asks, raising his brows at you. ”This is fucking amazing,” you mumble, slurping more noodles into your mouth. Gojo barks out a laugh, before wagging his finger at you. ”Language! Megumi here has a tendency to beat up delinquents y’know.”

Your eyes widen, panic rising in your body before Fushiguro speaks up.

”Just ignore him, he’s an ass.”

Your eyes move rapidly between the grin on Gojos face and the frown on Fushiguros.

”I’m just messing with you,” Gojo finally says, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. ”Only people who care about stuff like that is probably the higher ups, but if I can help it, you won’t have to meet them for a while.”

You nod, and the meal continues without a hitch. Finishing your bowl, you quietly vow to yourself to bring your friends from back home to this place in the future. As Fushiguro slurps up the last of his broth, Gojo pushes his empty bowl to the center of the table.

”Anyone up for dessert?”

Both you and Fushiguro shake your heads, and you swear you see a small pout on Gojos face. You quietly thank him for offering, and he dismisses you, claiming it’s just the right thing for a teacher to do, before waving down the waitress for the check.

As the three of you leave the restaurant you yawn, stretching your arms above you.

”Tired?” Gojo asks, leaning down to your eyelevel from behind. You startle slightly before humming. ”Didn’t get a ton of sleep last night,” you mutter, and he nods in understanding. ”My mother made me get up way too early as well. I swear she went through my bags like five times.” ”You can sleep in the car if you want. I’ll make sure to drive carefully,” Gojo says, patting your shoulder. ”You sure?” ”Yeah yeah. If push comes to shove, I’m sure Megumi will be a kind classmate and let you sleep on his shoulder!”

Your eyes widen, and Fushiguro turns to Gojo with a slight frown on his face.

”It’s probably better to just stay awake,” you mumble.

”I don’t mind,” Fushiguro calls out, and you meet his gaze. You hesitate to call it warm, but it’s definetly not cold.

Heat flushes your face, and you stare down at the pavement. Fushiguros ears grow red, and he turns his face to the side. Gojo simply grins.

”All right then! Into the car my dearest students!” he exclaims as he unlocks the car, getting in to the drivers seat while Fushiguro and yourself get into the back seat.

As Gojo starts the car and drives off, you yawn, resting against the window. The lights of the cityscapes passing by lulls you closer and closer to sleep, eyelids fluttering.

Gojo is quietly singing along to some recent J-pop hit that’s playing on the radio and Fushiguros eyes flick over to you. Your neck is angled in an awkward way that can’t be comfortable at all, your temple dragging against the car window.

”I meant it y’know? I don’t mind.”

His voice shakes you awake, and you blink rapidly. Cracking your neck, your eyes fall shut again, and you dismissively wave your hand in Fushiguros direction.

”Wouldn’t wanna make you uncomfortable Fushiguro. Y’really don’t have to,” you mumble, leaning back against the headrest.

His eyes move from you to Gojos face, grinning at him from the rearview mirror. He scowls.

”I don’t want you to be uncomfortable while you sleep either. You should be in the best possible condition for your mission tomorrow. It’s… my duty as your partner.” The last part is muttered, and you snort.

”You’re so adamant about it Fushiguro. Guilttripping me into sleeping on your shoulder, huh?” you tease quietly, turning to look at him with tired eyes. He’s frowning lightly, and you’re unsure if the red on his cheeks is a blush or the city lights reflecting from outside.

The backseat of the car isn’t huge, but you shuffle closer regardless, before looking at Fushiguro with expectant eyes.

”C’mon then. Unless you changed your mind?” ”No,” he says, almost too quickly. ”I didn’t.”

Fushiguro follows suit, moving closer to you, before resting against the seat. He looks out the window as you rest against his shoulder, refusing to meet Gojos knowing grin.

Almost instantly, you relax against him, breathing slowing down and body going still.

”You frown so much Fushiguro,” you murmur. ”Bet you have a really nice smile.”

Your voice is quiet enough that he can pretend he didn't hear you, and he counts himself lucky that you cant spot the redness that takes over his face.

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As you and Fushiguro walk towards the abandoned apartment complex in the outskirts of Tokyo, he turns to you while you fiddle with your belt, making sure your twin tantos are wrapped in tightly. Feeling his eyes on you, you look at him, polite smile on your face.

”Anything wrong Fushiguro?” ”What’s your cursed technique?”

You snort at his bluntness. ”That’s a secret,” you tease, pressing a finger to your lips. ”Besides, you’ll find out soon enough, won’t you?” ”I was just curious,” he grumbles. ”I don’t recognize your last name, but Gojo said you got in through your family lineage, so I figured it’s not really a secret, if you’re from an established Jujutsu clan.” You hum, ”Well you’re not entirely wrong. It’s not really a secret,” you imitate, and he rolls his eyes. ”But where’s the fun in just telling you?” ”It might be advantageous if we are going to work together on this exorcism.” ”Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong Fushiguro! It’s my test, you’re just here in case I fuck up!”

He scoffs at your words, looking away from your invasive gaze. You poke his shoulder, grin on your face.

”Say, Fushiguro. If you can guess my technique before I use it, I’ll buy you anything you want.” He looks at you with raised brows.

”Anything?” You nod.

”And if I don’t?” ”Then you let me call you by your first name!” ”Feels like the stakes are very different for us,” he says, small frown on his face. ”Well I don’t care if you start calling me by my first name right now, but something tells me you’re more uptight about that, so I figured it would be fun.”

His frown deepens, and the grin on your face only gets wider. ”Fine,” he says, reaching out his hand, which you grab, giving it a firm shake. ”It’s a deal then!”

You start walking into the apartment complex, and Fushiguro follows closely behind.

”Is it something with your tantos?” he asks, and you tilt your head. ”Kind of? They help, but I don’t need them. I can use any weapon, but I don’t need a weapon,” you nod, peeking into the first apartment on the first floor. The cursed energy is rather miniscule so far, so you close the door and continue onto the next apartment as Fushiguro speaks up.

”Something where you imbue your technique into the weapons?” ”Nope!”

The following three apartments are equally unremarkable, as are Fushiguros continued questions and guesses towards your technique. As you stop in front of the first apartment on the third floor, an unfamiliar cursed energy washes over you, and you turn to look at him.

”Time’s up Megumi!” you exclaim, pulling your tantos out of their sheaths. ”Watch and learn.” He rolls his eyes, summoning his demon dogs just in case, before you step into the apartment.

The curse that greets you is nothing overwhelming at first glance, its back turned to you. Megumi follows you in, before you hold up your hand, hoping he understands your signal to stay back and let you work. It seems like he does, the sounds of his and the dogs footsteps stopping behind you.

The curse is small, probably somewhere between Grade three and Grade two, and you nod to yourself, sheathing one of your weapons, tightening the grip on the other one.

Megumi watches closely as you place your empty hand on the back of your head, while raising the one still holding the tanto.

”Wound Transfer,” you mumble, before plunging the tanto into the back of your head. Megumi startles, and you pull the tanto out of your head. Quickly placing your hand over the wound, you fix your gaze on the curse, who’s still unaware of your prescence. ”Foxglove.”

The curse shrieks, and Megumi looks towards it. A deep wound has appeared on the back of its head and his eyes widen. He barely has time to react before you’re lunging towards it, slashing its neck from behind.

As the curse explodes in bits of dust and purple blood, you turn towards him, wide smile on your face. ”Pretty cool right, Megumi?” The surprise is evident on his face, and you sheathe your tanto, before throwing up a peace sign. ”Wound Transfer, courtesy of my beloved clan!” One of his demon dogs bark, and Megumi quickly walks towards you, grabbing the back of your head.

You let out quite an embarrassing squeak as he tilts your head forward, carefully carding through your hair, searching for any remnants of where you’d plunged your knife, but all he can find is a thin scar. You clear your throat, and he looks down to see the crown of your head resting against his chest. Megumi flushes, and quickly takes a step back. The veil around the building starts to fall away, and you give him a short nod before starting to walk out of the building.

Gojo and Ijichi greet you outside, and you fall into a bow, before expectantly looking up at your teacher, awaiting his evaluation. Much to your surprise, he turns his head to look at Megumi, a small smirk on his face.

”What did you think Megumi? She good?”

You eagerly look towards him, and he meets your gaze, slightly stunned. ”Uhm, she was good, yeah,” he says, a small flush on the tips of his ears. ”A bit risky, but nothing that can’t be solved with some training.”

You grin. ”Ah, but that's where you’re wrong Megumi!” You think you see Gojos eyebrows raising in the corner of your eye, but you continue.

”I’m great at risk management, and I’m decent at using Reverse Cursed Technique. I just wanted to show off,” you say, putting your hands behind your back.

Gojo laughs, and Megumi scoffs, turning his face away. You look back at Gojo, small smile playing on your lips.

”Any tips for me Gojo?” ”Not right now, no. Obviously some some general training, regular and Jujutsu, will do you nothing but good, but that’s what you're here for,” he says, smiling.

You nod, giving him a short bow, before he stands up and places one hand on your shoulder and one on Megumis.

”Now, my dear students, I’m afraid I have some business to attend to, so I’ll get going, and Ijichi will give you a ride back to school!” Gojo says, as a car pulls up behind you. He gets in quickly, yelling ”Bye for now!” before the car speeds off.

You blink a few times, before looking to Ijichi, who stands up and falls into a quick bow, before guiding Megumi and you to his parked car.

As the two of you sit in the backseat, Ijichi hums along to the classical music playing on the radio. You lean your head back against the headrest, turning to look at Megumi.

”You don’t have to let me call you by your first name y’know? I was just teasing. I don’t mind if you want me to stop,” you mention quietly. He hums. ”’s fine. I don’t mind if you want to. Just not very used to it.” ”Hey, what if I tell you all about my cursed technique in exchange?” ”You don’t have to. I shouldn’t have pried, and technically you earned it fair and square. We shook on it and everything.”

You let out a small laugh. ”Well, I don’t mind telling you if you want to know. As you said, it’s not a secret. I don’t have one of those binding vows either so you don’t have to worry about me beating you up,” you say with a smile, and he looks at you, scoffing.

”Besides,” you continue, meeting his gaze. ”It might be advantageous if we are going to work together,” you repeat his words from earlier, grinning. ”Fine, if you wanna tell me that badly,” he says, and you think you can see the ghost of a smile across his lips. You laugh. ”Oh, you don’t know how many secrets I want to spill to you Megumi.”

You sit up straight, adjusting your seatbelt, before leaning back again.

”So you already know that the gist of it is Wound Transfer, but there are three types I can do,” you tell him, holding up three fingers.

”First is Foxglove, the one I did earlier. It transfers a self inflicted wound to my enemy. I have to have a good view of the place on it’s body that I’m transfering the wound to, and it has to be an equivalent to where the wound is on my own body,” you finish, folding down one of your fingers as he nods.

”Second one is Nightshade, which lets me transfer back wounds that the enemy has inflicted on me. As long as I can see whoever inflicted the wound, all I need to do place my hand on my wound and it’ll come back to bite them in the ass."

”Last is Lavender, which lets me transfer wounds from other people to myself,” you say, folding down the last finger you were holding up, and crossing your arms. ”More of a supportive skill, which is also when my Reversed Cursed Technique comes most in handy.”

”Obviously a lot of it depends on how bad the wound is and how strong my enemy is, but those are the basics.”

You turn towards Megumi with a grin on your face. ”Any questions?”

”No domain?” Megumi asks, and you nearly let out an awkward laugh at the bluntness. ”Not yet, no. I have an incomplete one, but it’s messy and I don’t really know how to best utilize it.” ”Any specific reason for the technique names?” ”Nope. It’s different for everyone, kinda just comes to you instinctively as the varying techniques manifest. Pretty sure my brothers ones are named after old battleships or something, plus his are way more offensive than mine.”

”Yours are flowers right?” His voice is softer this time, and you smile, humming. ”Yep! Foxglove and nightshade are both poisonous, hence why the abilities that do damage are named after them, and lavender is known to have a calming effect so it makes sense for the support ability.”

”Do you have a favourite flower?” he asks quietly, and you look up at the car roof, missing how a small blush rises on his cheeks. ”I don’t know really,” you think out loud. ”Maybe lupines or peonies. I don’t really like roses though, I always hurt my hands on them while helping my dad at his flower shop, plus they’re way too cliché,” you conclude, turning your head back to look at Megumi.

”What about you?” His eyes widen slightly at your question, and you give him a smile. ”Haven’t really thought about it,” he mutters. ”Maybe lillies.”

You hum.

”Lillies are nice.”

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— (2018 : November)

It’s almost like an out of body experience. You feel yourself drop into a low, messy, shapeless squat. It’s distant.

”What the fuck?”

You fall down to your knees, and it’s even more distant than before.

”What the fuck?”

You look towards him, and instead of the calm, stoic visage that usually greets you, it’s crazed. Manic almost. You lean forward, almost beginning to crawl towards him.

”’gumi?”

His face breaks into a grin and a shiver runs down your spine. It’s not Fushiguro Megumi. No longer your Megumi. Ryoumen Sukuna greets you with a grin, and you think it might be the worst thing you’ve ever experienced in your life.

He’s speaking, but you can’t hear him. Your blood is rushing wildly in your ears. You want to do something, help in some way. Itadori is rushing towards him, and you go to reach out, to stand up, to fight. Fight for Japan, fight for Tokyo, fight for your friends. You need to fight for yourself and you need to fight for-

”I need to help him,” you mumble. ”I need to help my ’gumi.”

Without even realizing it, you find yourself on your feet again. You take a small step forward, before you feel a hand on your shoulder.

”You should go.”

Makis voice shakes you, and nothing is distant anymore. It’s all real and you despise the fact that it is. You turn to face her, and she moves her hand from your shoulder to your face. She’s rubbing your cheek, and you’re stunned for a second before you realize she’s wiping tears you didn’t even notice were falling.

”Please leave it to Itadori and I.” ”You’ll bring him back to me?” ”If it’s the last thing I do.”

You let out a shaky breath, and Maki nods, before quickly squeezing your cheek and launching herself into battle. Someone is grabbing your wrist, starting to pull you away from the scene. You’re distant again, but you guess it’s Ijichi or Nitta, or perhaps some manager you haven’t met before. In the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t really matter. You allow yourself to be pulled away from it all, choosing to put your trust in Maki and Itadori.

You sit, curled up against a wall, trying to process what just happened, and one of the only things you can think is how much you fucking hate Ryoumen Sukuna. Wrath, rage, anger, and every other synonym you could think of, it’s all bubbling deep in your gut. You’re frustrated. It feels like a waste, harboring all this borderline primordial anger inside you, and not even fighting with it.

Realistically, you know you couldn’t, but you feel like a single slap imbued with your cursed energy would be able to kill Sukuna right now. You try to calm down, taking deep breaths, walking through what happened, and what you want to happen next. What you need to happen next. Everything feels stuck between too distant and too close.

You’d called him yours, you realize. He wasn’t. Isn’t. You lean your head back against the wall, thinking back to before it all went to shit. Before Shibuya. Maki and Nobara- Nobara. You sigh, and feel tears start to fall again. You don’t bother to reach up and wipe them, resigning to let them fall. You deserve to cry, you think.

You want to travel in time. Kill that bastard Kamo Noritoshi, make sure Sukuna doesn’t spread his nasty fingers everywhere. Or at the very least, spend more time with your friends, tell your Megumi you wish you were his.

You fight to relax, thinking back to that night when Maki and Nobara had invaded your room, Maki taking a seat on your desk chair, while Nobara settled on your bed, placing her legs across your own. You had looked at the two of them with bewildered eyes, only being met with a small grin from Maki, and a knowing smirk from Nobara.

— (2018 : September)

”You like him don’t you?” Nobara asks, cutting through the silence. You sputter, heat warming your cheeks. ”What the hell are you talking about?” Maki laughs. ”She totally likes him.” You huff. ”The two of you are, for sure, delusional. I’ve done nothing to imply I like Megumi.”

They both burst out laughing, and your eyes widen, realizing your mistake. ”Fuck,” you mumble, pulling your legs up and resting your forehead on your knees. The laughter dies down, and Nobara is shuffling closer to you, before she puts her arm around your shoulders.

”Don’t worry. It’s sweet,” she says, and you hear the smile in her voice.

”Who else knows? Am I really that obvious?”

Maki hums. ”Inumaki probably knows, he’s good at reading people after all. I wouldn’t worry about it though, as long as Megumi and Itadori don’t realize you’re probably in the clear.”

Your head snaps up, a look of horror on your face.

”Gojo,” you mumble. Maki presses her lips together, trying not to laugh again. Nobara doesn’t have the same selfcontrol. She lets out a small laugh, before slapping her hand over her mouth. You groan.

”Fuckin’ Gojo,” you sigh. ”He knows for sure, dumb Six Eyes.” Another laugh bursts out from under Nobaras palm. ”Probably why he keeps putting Megumi and you on missions together, matchmaking his students like a freak,” Maki thinks out loud.

”Makes sense,” Nobara chimes in. ”Last week, Itadori dragged me with him to ask Gojo why he never got to go on missions with Fushiguro anymore, and all Gojo did was laugh, before shushing us and throwing us out of his office. Probably would’ve winked if he wasn’t wearing that blindfold.”

”For all we know he did wink under the blindfold,” you mumble, starting to smile. Maki lets out a short laugh, and you feel Nobara shake with silent laughter next to you. You lean your head back against the wall, and look towards Maki. She meets your gaze and tilts her head with a small smile.

”We won’t tell anyone, so you don’t have to worry,” she says. You hum. ”I know. I trust you guys. I’m just worried that Megumi knows but doesn’t know how to tell me he doesn’t like me back or something.” ”If I’m being real, Fushiguro probably doesn’t have a clue,” Nobara muses, ”Like, he’s a teenage boy. Do they ever have a clue?” ”Well Maki said that Inumaki knows,” you retort quickly. ”I said probably, not definetly,” Maki teases. ”Don’t take my word for it. I doubt he would do anything about it anyways.” ”He’s not gonna cursed speech you into confessing,” Nobara laughs. You whine into your hands. ”Stop…”

Nobara keeps laughing, rubbing your shoulder. ”It’s okay. You can always ask us for advice y’know?” ”As if either of you have any experience with romance,” you huff. Maki laughs, and Nobara squeaks in offense.

”I’ve read plenty of shoujo mangas excuse you!” ”So have I,” you roll your eyes. ”Besides, I don’t even know if I want to confess or anything. Feels risky.”

You don’t want to ruin the friendship the two of you share. You don’t want the possibility of rejection. You don’t want the chance of dying on the job to become even scarier, for you or for him.

Nobara and Maki share a knowing gaze at your sudden silence. Maki stands up and goes to sit on the bed with Nobara and you, and she places a hand on your head. ”We’re not saying you have to, or even that you should. Just wanted you to know we’re here for you,” she says softly.

You hum. ”I know. Thank you, love you.” Maki huffs, and Nobara hugs you tightly. ”Love you too,” Nobara mutters against your neck. You wave your arm, urging Maki to join in on the hug. She does, and you hum happily.

”I know you’re not even dating, but if he ever hurts you, I’ll fucking kick his ass,” she mumbles close to your ear, and you laugh.

— (2018 : November)

The way you’re snapped back into the present is all too abrubt. You laugh now too, except this time it’s bitter and hurt. You’re still not dating, and she’s kicking his ass anyways.

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— (2018 : December)

It’s Christmas Eve, and instead of being home with your family, you’re watching a livestream of your teacher beating the shit out of the boy you have a crush on. You know it’s technically not Megumi, but as much as you keep telling yourself that, it doesn’t shake the feeling of rocks in your chest and tightness in your throat.

You’re not really listening to what everyone around you is saying, not even really listening to the livestream that you can't seem to tear your eyes away from.

You feel like time is going one billion times slower than usual. It’s hard to keep up with what’s going on, Domain Expansion after Domain Expansion, Reverse Cursed Techniques, Shikigamis. At your core, you have high understanding and knowledge about all of these techniques, despite not weilding all of them yourself, but in the moment it all goes over your head.

You fumble after the bottle of green tea you brought, not wanting to look away from the multitude of screens. After a second or two of feeling around next to your chair, the bottle finds itself in your hands. You go to take a sip, but someone else is gripping the bottle tightly, and you look to the person next to you.

Itadori gives you a tense smile as he pulls the bottle out of your loose grip and holds it towards you. You look at him, unmoving.

While you would consider yourself friends, you’re not super close with Itadori, and you can’t deny that its been a tough few weeks without Nobara or Megumi by your side. Maki has been there for you of course, but you feel a sort of obligation to do your best to stick close to Itadori, as the two present first-years.

Itadori stretches his arm, holding the bottle out closer to you. It forces you out of your thoughts, and you give him the warmest smile you can muster, before taking the bottle from him.

”Thank you Itadori,” you say quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere in the room. ”No worries,” he replies. ”And you can call me Yuuji by the way. If you want.” You smile, the warmth slightly more natural than before. ”Thank you Yuuji.”

The two of you turn back to watch the stream, and after a few minutes you feel yourself begin to space out. It’s exhausting just to look at and while you know deep in your bones that Gojo Satoru is The Strongest, you can barely fathom how he’s still fighting as if he’s having the time of his life. On the surface, it looks effortless, but if you look closer you can see the exhaustion pumping in his veins.

You don’t really dare to look at Sukuna, afraid of what seeing Megumis body like that could do to your mind.

It keeps going, and you’re afraid it’s never going to end. There are less Domain Expansions, less Hollow Purples and Spiderwebs, but it still feels like it could go on forever. Yet, all of a sudden, the room goes silent, and you shake your head, forcing yourself to focus on the screens.

Sukuna is down on his knees, and you let out a gasp. Gojo is standing in front of him, thumb placed lightly on his browbone. He’s saying something, you realize, but you can’t hear what. Before you can even think to speculate, a bright light takes over, and you squint. You’re confused, but it finally hits you.

Jacobs Ladder.

The light is overpowering for the 5 or so seconds it’s there, and you hold your breath. As it fades, you inch closer to the screens.

Fushiguro Megumi is lying on the ground, and Gojo Satoru is crouched next to him. You see Gojos head tilt back and forth, before he turns and looks into the eyes of one of Meimeis crows.

With a simple wink and a thumbs up, you swear that Gojo Satoru has saved the entire world. Your entire world.

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— (2019 : January)

It’s all over, yet it’s still only the beginning. You’ve been standing in front of Megumis door for almost five minutes, trying to listen for any signs of activity in the room. It’s deathly silent, and it makes your hands shake. The small bag of snacks and drinks you’ve bought rustles from the movement, and it shakes you from your stupor.

You’ll knock, and if you don’t get a reply you’ll just come back another time, you decide. Having steeled yourself, you knock carefully on the door to his dorm room, cautious of waking him up in case he was resting.

”Come in.”

His voice is raspy. Not in a comforting, well rested way, but in a sickly, deeply exhausted way. It shakes you to your core, and you almost regret coming here in the first place. You feel tears gather in the corners of your eyes, before you shake them away and open the door. You step in, before reaching back and closing the door behind you.

”Hey.”

The raspiness of his voice is almost worse now that there isn’t a door between you, but you’ve promised yourself to try your best to not make him feel worse than he surely already does. You can’t meet his eyes yet. You feel his gaze on you, and it’s almost killing you, but you’re not ready. Not ready to see if anything has changed.

”Hiya Megumi,” you say, doing your best to give him a comforting smile without really looking at him. ”I’ve brought snacks!” You wave the little bag in your hand.

As he slowly shuffles up on the bed to rest his back against the wall, you take a few steps closer, stopping near the edge of his bed. You see that he’s sitting with his legs crossed under the sheets, and you let out the smallest sigh of relief, but it barely chips away at the massive ball of worry in your heart.

”Ah, uhm, where should I sit?” you mumble, mostly to yourself, looking around, but still avoiding his face.

”You can sit on the bed if you want,” he offers, and you freeze. It feels like you stand there for an entire ice age before he speaks up again, quieter this time. ”Why won’t you look at me?”

The bag you’re holding falls to the floor, and you go down with it. The bottle of cold green tea you brought for yourself rolls out of the bag and hits your knee. Your head falls to rest at the edge of the bed and you feel your tears starting to fall, soaking the sheets beneath you.

”I’m sorry ’gumi, ’m so sorry,” you sob. ”I’m scared, I don’t want anything to be different, I want you to be okay, and I don’t know if I can handle seeing you not be okay.”

You feel a hand being placed on the crown of your head, before he starts to scratch at your scalp.

”You don’t have to be sorry.”

The two of you stay like that for a moment, words hanging in the air, his hand resting on your head. After a minute or two, you raise your head and place your chin where your forehead was resting. Your eyes are squeezed shut, and you take a deep breath. He places his thumb between your eyebrows and rubs out the furrows, making you relax and lean into him.

”Promise me you’re okay?” you mumble. ”I promise,” he whispers back.

You open your eyes, and meet his gaze for the first time in weeks. He smiles at you, and you feel like the world has stopped.

”Fuck. ’m gonna cry again,” you mumble, crossing your arms before resting them beneath your cheek on the edge of the bed. Megumi lets out a short laugh, before continuing to gently scratch across your scalp. ”’s okay. I’ll be here.”

You sit like that for a few minutes while Megumi runs his fingertips across the nape of your neck, down to your shoulder, and back again. It’s sleep inducing, but you blink a few times and go to pick up what you dropped earlier.

”I feel stupid now. Came here to take care of you but made you take care of me instead,” you say while picking up the bag and your bottle of green tea.

”I wasn’t sure what you’d want, so I brought a bit of everything,” you mumble, placing the contents of the bag on his nightstand, before shuffling over to take a seat on the right side of the bed and resting against the wall.

He hums. ”Anything that’s not liquid food will be like a gourmet dinner.” Your eyes widen. ”Ah fuck, are you even allowed to eat stuff like this yet?” ”Yeah yeah, Ieiri said it was fine.”

You nod, starting to fiddle with your bottle of green tea. As Megumi looks through what you placed on the nightstand, you pull your legs to your chest and rest your head on your knees. He looks tired, you think. It’s not surprising, but it still makes your heart hurt.

He picks out a bottle of water and the box of ginger candy. A small smile graces your face as he turns back to meet your gaze. The evening sun shines through the window, illuminating his face. His skin is slightly dull, his hair is greasy and his eyes are glassy. Of course you hope and wish he’ll get better, but you can’t really find it in yourself to mind. As long as he’s still here, nothing else matters to you.

You know he’s still hurting, physically and mentally. You’re sure, because you are also hurting, and what Megumi went through has to have been worse than what you went through. It’s not a competition, but even if it was, it’s not one you’d win. It’s just a fact.

You’re mostly unharmed from Shibuya and the Culling Games, biggest injuries a broken ankle and some transferred wounds, all of which you’d healed decently on your own with your Reversed Cursed Technique.

You’re hurting mentally of course, the loss of friends, teachers and mentors weighing deep on your heart, but you know Megumi went through all of that and more.

”You’re sure you’re okay?” you ask quietly, slightly scared of hearing the answer. ”I’ll survive. Ieiri did a great job.”

You nod. You’d often been on standby outside of her office, as one of the very few sorceres capable of Reversed Cursed Technique on others, ready to take over the rigourus healing that had to be done, in case she would need a break.

You’re glad she could handle the hard work on her own, instead letting you work with Gojo and Nobara, helping them along while their bodies naturally recuperated.  You’re unsure if you would’ve been able to deal with the burden, not only of using Reversed Cursed Technique that diligently, but also using it on a gravely injured Megumi.

”Uhm, how are you, you know, mentally?”

He pauses, and you panic.

”You don’t have to talk about it of course! Just, I’m here if you do want to.”

Megumi sighs, resting his head in his hand, before speaking up. ”It’s hard. It’ll be hard for a while I think, but…” he swallows.

”Tsumiki would’ve wanted me to keep going.”

You nod, reaching your hand out. An offering of comfort, should he want it. Megumi grips your hand tightly, and you give his hand a squeeze before starting to rub his knuckles.

”Besides, I have certain things that I need to keep living for,” he says quietly, almost so that you need to strain yourself to hear it. He squeezes your hand, and you squeeze back.

Heat rises to your cheeks at even the idea, the possibility, that he could be talking about you, but the slightly more pessimistic and perhaps reasonable voice in your head tells you that he’s probably talking about you and your classmates, as a package deal, or perhaps about continuing to work as a sorcerer and helping others, or maybe he’s just reiterating what he just said about Tsumiki.

Your gaze drops to your intertwined hands, and you sigh.

”I’m really glad you’re still here Megumi.” ”I am too.”

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— (2019 : March)

As you walk through the campus, you think back to your graduation ceremony last year. It’s warmer this time, and small buds of pink have started appearing on the trees. Yuuji’s almost skipping next to you, talking excitedly about some manga volume that’s releasing soon.

You try your best to listen and actually pay attention, but you’re finding it hard to focus. You know you should feel bad, and you kind of do, but you can’t really find it in yourself to think about anything other than the fact that you desperatly want to talk to Megumi.

You’re unsure if Yuuji knows about your massive schoolgirl crush, but you’re slightly scared of talking to him about it considering that he’s not exactly famous for being great at keeping secrets. As you keep going back and forth with yourself in your mind, you somehow zone back in, and start actually listening to Yuuji.

”-so I’m like super hyped for the next volume, ’cuz the arc is supposed to be like really good, but I feel so impatient, I don’t wanna wait another two weeks for it to come out, I want to read it now, and I could read it online, but I feel like it’s a different thing to read it physically in the actual volume, y’know?” Yuuji finishes his monolouge, enthusiasm obvious from just looking at him. You count yourself lucky that you heard enough to formulate an actual answer.

”Yeah, I get your point about the special feeling of reading it physically,” you nod, before continuing. ”I mean ultimately it’s up to you to decide if you feel like it might be worth it to wait. If it’s as good as you think it will be, you’ll definetly be glad you waited, but on the other hand, if it doesn’t live up to your expectations, it might feel frustrating to have, like, gone around and waiting for it with minimal payoff.”

Yuuji groans, and clings onto your shoulders. ”Why can’t you make the descision for me?” he complains, and you let out a small huff. ”You know I’m absolutely shit at making descisions unless it’s life or death scenarios Yuuji.” ”But this is life and death!” he exclaims, and you roll your eyes. ”It’s manga,” you deadpan. ”If you actually wanted helpful advice you know you should’ve gone to someone else,” you say, wriggling out of his grasp.

As Yuuji once again begins to ramble about the pros and cons of his two options, you spot Nobara and Megumi by the vending machines.

Nobaras hair is longer and her roots have grown out, upkeep forgotten while she was in her coma. Her right eyesocket is scarred but uncovered. She only just woke up the other week, and every single time you’ve seen her since, you’ve felt pride drip through every single vein in your body. You’re overjoyed she was able to make it to graduation, and from the look on her face, she is too.

Now fully committed to ignoring Yuuji, you walk quickly towards the vending machines.

”Nobara!” you call out, waving your hand. She turns to look at you, wide smile on her face. As you approach, she pulls you into a hug.

It’s suffocating but you can’t find it in yourself to complain. It’s not the first time you’ve seen her this month, this week, or even this day, but the finality of the occasion seems to have made the two of you more sentimental than usual.

You give her a final squeeze before letting go, as Yuuji catches up to you, putting his arm around Megumis shoulders.

”I’m proud of us,” Nobara says, as you lean your head against her shoulder.

Yuuji nods solemnly. ”Definetly the coolest first years in the history of Jujutsu Tech,” he says, before grabbing your arm, pulling you to stand next to Megumi, as he takes your spot next to Nobara. You raise your eyebrows at him in an unspoken question, but he only grins. You shrug, putting your hands behind your back.

”Well, we’re second years now, technically,” Megumi says, and a wide smile spreads on your face. ”Free from Gojo at last!” you exclaim. ”Kusakabe won’t know what hit him.”

Yuuji and Nobara join in on your excitement, while Megumi only grumbles.

”Just a bit longer for you ’gumi! You can do it,” you say with a smile. ”You make it sound like I’m being held back a year or something,” he replies with a frown. Nobara grins at the opportunity presented to her.

”Poor Fushiguro,” she says wiping fake tears from her eye. ”Too stupid for his own good.”

Yuuji bursts out laughing, clinging to Nobara, and Megumi simply rolls his eyes.

”Ah, by the way, can I talk to you?” Megumi mumbles close to your ear, as Yuuji and Nobara begin an animated discussion about vending machine snacks. You smile at the two of them, before looking up at Megumi. ”Sure! Here, or…?”

He shakes his head and grabs your hand, before starting to walk towards a secluded spot on campus, beneath a small white jasmine tree.

What neither of you see as you walk away, are the grins on Yuujis and Nobaras faces.

”Fuckin’ finally eh?”

”I know right!”

As you and Megumi stop underneath the jasmine tree, you take a seat on the small stone bench, looking up at him.

”So? What did you want to talk about?”

While Megumi is usually quite reserved and silent, his current hesitance feels almost uncharacteristic. After a quiet few seconds he speaks.

”Uhm, can you close your eyes? Please?”

You raise your eyebrows in confusion. The tips of his ears are red, and he’s refusing to meet your eyes.

”Are you trying to prank me or something? Did Panda put you up to this? Hakari?” ”It’s not… I’m not trying to prank you. Please close your eyes.” ”Yeah yeah, whatever you want ’gumi.”

You close your eyes and lean your head back, and Megumi lets out a sigh of relief. As calm as he has tried to appear, he’s not sure he could’ve done this if you were looking at him.

Taking a breath, he quickly pulls off the second button of his uniform, before crouching in front of you.

”Gimme your hand please,” he mumbles, and you obey, holding out your right hand, leaning to grip the edge of the bench with your left.

You feel Megumi place something in your open hand, before he closes your hand into a fist, pushing it back towards you.

”Can I open my eyes now?” you question, and Megumi hums.

As you open your eyes, they widen in surprise at the sight of Megumi crouched in front of you, and squint as they fall to his uniform. You look back and forth between your closed hand, and the place where his second uniform button should be, as heat gathers in your cheeks.

Megumi still won’t meet your gaze, and he’s flushed from the tips of his ears to the tip of his nose. The lower half of his face is hidden under his collar. You clench your hand, trying to feel for the shape of whatever Megumi gave you. Of course, you have an idea, a wish, a hope for what it might be, but you don’t dare to be sure.

”Uhm… can… can I open my hand too?” you ask quietly, and Megumi gives you a short nod, finally meeting your gaze.

Nervousness, hope, worry, warmth, admiration, self conciousness, and maybe even affection, you think, you hope. His eyes are flooding with emotion, and you’re drowning in them. In him.

You tear your eyes from his, looking down at your closed fist. Giving the small object one final squeeze, before opening your hand. A small golden button is resting in the middle of your palm, and you pick it up, running your thumb over it.

You look back up at Megumi, and he’s meeting your gaze, flush still high on his cheeks. Without tearing your eyes from his, you pull off your own uniforms second button, before leaning forward and pressing it to Megumis heart. His eyes widen, and his heart is beating rapidly under your palm. You smile.

”I’ll sew it to your uniform if you want,” you mumble, and you feel his heartbeat quicken, before he reaches up to grip your hand, taking the button from you.

”I’d like that,” he says.

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— (2019 : October)

”What’s wrong?”

The voice bursts your bubble, and you lean into Megumi as he drapes himself over you where you stand. You turn to face him, leaning your back against the balcony railing.

”Mm, nothing. Just feeling melancholy.” He hums and proceeds to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

”Anything I can do to help?” he offers, and you smile. Smile at the care that’s almost dripping from his voice, smile at the way he makes your heart light up, smile at the simple phrase, offered for such an unsimple problem.

You press your ear against his neck, listening for his pulse. A steady beat is pumping under his skin, and you let out a small sigh.

”D’you believe in destiny ’gumi?” ”Kind of? Why?” ”Kid on my last mission. He’d been paralyzed in Shibuya, and now he was being haunted by two Second Grades.”

You wrap your arms around Megumis waist, pulling him closer to you.

”It sounds fucking awful, but it made me wonder if he was meant to die in Shibuya, and the curses now was just destiny coming to finish the job. And me coming to help has just prolonged the inevitable.”

You swallow, tears stinging your eyes.

”I know it sounds stupid, and I feel like an idiot for even thinking this way, but I can’t help it. Makes me feel nauseous.”

Megumi straightens up, pulling you with him and placing your head to rest against his chest.

”I think… destiny is only good things,” he mumbles, kissing the crown of your head. ”That boy surviving Shibuya, you coming to save him now. Me surviving Sukuna, Nobara surviving Mahito. Us meeting, and still being here. ’s all destiny.”

You rest your chin against his chest, and he leans down, kissing you lightly.

”Whatever happened that led up to it, or whatever happens afterwards, the only destined things are the good ones,” he mumbles against your lips, and you hum before kissing him.

”Thank you ’gumi.” ”You feel better?” ”Mm, little bit. ’s a hard job, and it’s always going to be, but having you definetly helps.” ”’m glad.”

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— (2020 : July)

It’s summer break, and you’re sitting on the train back home to Hakodate, Megumi by your side. You’re holding his hand, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb.

”Y’know, when I first left for Tokyo, my friend Natsue told me to bring back a handsome Tokyo boy,” you tease, looking up at him. A blush rises on his cheeks, and you see him fighting to hold back a smile. ”Told her I’d try my best, but it seems like I really hit the jackpot.”

He lets out a short laugh, before placing a quick kiss on the crown of your head.

”Do they know about us?” he asks, mumbling into your hair. You rest your forehead against his shoulder before replying. ”Mm, not really. My family knows I’m bringing my boyfriend,” you smile, before continuing. ”But they don’t know who you are. I was more cryptic with my friends though, figured they’d like the surprise.”

Megumi hums, before leaning back in his seat. You rest your head against his shoulder, and he reaches up to play with your hair.

”Bet my family is gonna love that I managed to snag the head of the Zen’in clan for myself,” you joke quietly, and he scoffs. You both know that the Zen’in clan, and the power it had, is as good as gone, and even if it wasn’t, neither Megumi nor you would want anything to do with it.

”Do you think you would’ve liked me if I was raised a Zen’in?” he asks, and you hum. ”Probably not. Would’ve liked your face still, obviously,” you snicker, bumping the top of your head into his cheek. ”Say what you will about Gojo, but he definetly has better principles than the Zen’ins.” ”Mm, true.” ”I can’t even imagine you like that,” you ponder. ”Feels like you were born to be kind.”

He huffs, before resting his head against yours.

”Don’t know if I am though.” ”Kind?” you ask, and he nods, the movement slightly hindered by the position of your heads. You hum.

”I think you are. Maybe not in the conventional or traditional way, but it’s clear that you have care and kindness somewhere in your dark little heart,” you jest, poking your finger against his chest. ”At least to me.” He hums, before letting out a small sigh.

He presses another kiss to the crown of your head, as if he’s doing his best to force the affection into your skull.

”I love you,” he mutters, but you hear it clear as day, as if everything else in the world paused, just for the two of you.

You stiffen in surprise, despite the fact that you know you love him, and you’ve been pretty sure he loves you too for months now. Your head shoots up, and Megumi lets out a small grunt of pain at your head banging in to his chin.

”Ah fuck, ’m sorry,” you exclaim, before looking away in embarrasment. ”No worries,” he replies, the smile on his face audible in his voice. ”Uhm, me too by the way. Love you.”

He hums, before pulling your head back to rest against his shoulder, and beginning to run his fingers through your hair.

”I know,” he says, and you let out a small whine, feeling more flustered than you ever have in your entire life. ”’s unfair,” you mumble. ”You can’t be the one who confesses and the one who says ’I love you’ first.” You feel his body shake with silent laughter, before you sit up and turn towards him.

Determination in your eyes, you grab his chin and turn his face to face yours. The smile on his face is light, but it warms up your entire body as if it’s the sun. You tighten your hold on his chin, pulling him closer to you and his smile only widens.

”I love you, Fushiguro Megumi,” you say, and he leans closer to you. ”I love you too,” he mumbles against your lips, before he kisses you.

It’s definetly not your first kiss, and you sure hope it won’t be the last, but it feels different to anything you’ve experienced before. You hum, and lean further into him, moving your hand from his chin to the back of his neck, pushing him closer to you. You feel him smile against your lips before he deepens the kiss, sending a shiver up your spine.

It’s electric in a way you can’t explain, and a small voice in the back of your head is telling you that you should be ashamed that you’re doing this on public transport, before it’s quickly silenced by Megumi sweeping your hair away behind your ear and cupping your face. You pull away, just slightly, to catch your breath. As you lean in to resume what he started, the train speaker sparks to life.

”Now arriving at Shin-Hakodate-Hokuto Station.”

You freeze, before bursting into laughter. The smile on Megumis face has turned from what you could only describe as lovestruck, to one dripping in cynicism. ”Come on then lover boy,” you tease, eyebrows raising at the way his ears turn red in response to the pet name. You smirk, before patting him on the shoulder.

”I’m serious, up. You need to get our bags from the overhead compartment.” He huffs, and you snort. ”Shouldn’t have grown tall if you didn’t want to deal with the consequences.” ”Yeah yeah,” he mutters, before standing up and pulling down your suitcases. You stand up as well, gripping the handle of your suitcase, before leaning in and giving him a short peck on the lips. ”Thank you ’gumi.” He mumbles something you can’t hear in reply, and you walk towards the doors of the train, Megumi following closely behind.

As you walk out of the station, going to find your fathers car, you grab Megumis hand and look up at him. ”Can’t believe you kissed me like that on public transport,” you say, giddyness evident in your voice. ”’s like you’re a whole new person.” ”What can I say,” he starts, and you can tell from the tone of his voice that he’s about to make a truly terrible joke. ”I guess love really changes a person,” he finishes, and you groan. He lets out a small laugh.

”You suck and that joke was awful.” ”Don’t care. You still love me.” ”Somehow I still do.”

You’re out in the parking lot now, and you keep your eyes peeled for your father and his car. Megumi is loosely holding onto your hand, scrolling on his phone. You stand up on your tiptoes, the heels of your shoes slipping down, trying to get a better view of the parking lot, when you hear a familiar voice off to the side.

”Hello! You must be my daughters boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you!”

Your fathers voice shocks you, and you turn towards him, a look of horror on your face. Megumi on the other hand looks entirely unbothered, a polite smile on his face, already shaking hands with your father.

”Fushiguro Megumi. It’s a pleasure to meet you too Sir.” You almost laugh, pressing your lips together at the last second. Despite how your family looks from an outside perspective, they are in no way as uptight as most people assume.

”Bah, nonsense! Call me Hirotsugi” your father exclaims, and Megumi throws you a questioning glance. You give a small nod and smile, and Megumi nods as well. ”Very well then. Thank you for your hospitality, Hirotsugi,” he says, bowing. you actually do let out a short laugh when your father slams his hand down on Megumis shoulder and pulls him to stand upright. ”Truly, no need for all of that,” Hirotsugi says with a warm smile. ”You’re family after all.”

Your eyes widen, snapping between your father and Megumi. Hirotsugi looks unbothered, smile still on his face. Megumi looks at your father as if he’s sprouted a second head, blush high on his cheeks.

”Ah, uhm. Yes. Thank you again.” he falters, and you tighten your hold on his hand. Your cheeks are still burning, but you feel it is your duty to save your boyfriend from your fathers overzealous hospitality.

”Hello Father,” you say, pulling Megumi closer to you. ”Thank you for the warm welcome.” Your father simply laughs, pulling you into a hug. As he pats your head, muttering about how long it’s been since you’ve come home, you wheeze at how tightly he’s holding you, and quickly let go of Megumis hand so that his arm isn’t cramped between your father and yourself.

After some more pestering from your father, the three of you get into the car, and he drives you back to your home. Your grandmother and brother are standing on the porch as you arrive, and as soon as you get out of the car, Yukichi is pulling you into a hug.

He hadn’t been home while you visited for Christmas last year, having been called in last minute for a mission. At the time, it had pissed you off to no end, but the more reasonable part of you knows there is no one to blame.

”Long time no see!” he exclaims, rubbing his knuckles into your scalp. You wince, slapping against his face before he relents and lets you go.

Yukichi reaches his hand out to Megumi, and they shake hands, getting introductions out of the way. Your mother comes out onto the porch, and your father throws her a quick wave. As you’re walking up the driveway, your father ahead of you, Yukichi turns to your boyfriend, squinting in assessment.

”Say, Fushiguro, you got any sorcery family? You look kinda familiar.”

You turn to Megumi, raising your eyebrows, and he meets your eyes with an inscrutable expression on his face. Your mother and grandmother have gathered at the edge of the porch. Your entire family in earshot, you think you glimpse a smirk on Megumis face, and your eyes widen in anticipation as he speaks.

”Well, I’m the head of the Zen’in clan.”

His voice is as calm as ever, and you have to press your hand against your face to stop yourself from laughing. You swear that your entire family has stopped in their tracks, and your messenger bag falls of your shoulder as you squat down, laughter taking over your body.

Yukichi is the first one to be shaken from the daze, pulling you to your feet and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

”That makes sense then! I used to see the Zen’ins at meetings and gatherings after all,” he rubs his chin before turning to you with a smirk you can only describe as evil. ”Never took my little sister for a gold digger!” ”Oh shut up Yukichi,” you laugh, slapping the back of his head. ”If this was 100 years ago you would've been overjoyed at this union of clans.”

Yukichi sticks his tounge out at you, and you roll your eyes.

”You’re almost thirty, grow the hell up.”

The rest of your family eventually unfreeze, your mother telling Yukichi and you to leave each other alone, your father pulling your suitcases into the house, and your grandmother observing it all with a calm smile on her face.

In the grand scheme of things, the rest of the day is rather uneventful.

Your family surround Megumi at the kotatsu, asking him any question they can think of, while you stand in the kitchen, chopping fruit and laughing silently to yourself every time any of them speak.

Your grandmother asks Megumi to assist her with dinner, and you stick your tounge out at him from the dinner table where you sit, playing chess with your brother.

”You like him a lot, huh?” Yukichi asks, moving his rook to close in on your knight. You frown before looking up at him. ”I love him. More than anything,” you say.

You look back down at the board, analyzing, before your eyes widen and a tiny smirk grows on your face. You think you hear Yukichi swear under his breath as he realizes his mistake.

Moving your bishop, you grin up at him.

”Checkmate.”

As your brother throws his head down against the table in defeat, you laugh.

You set the table as your grandmother finishes up dinner. Your mother is standing in the living room, pulling out photo albums from the book shelves. You groan.

”Can’t you at least wait a day before humiliating me in front of my boyfriend?” ”No can do! Did you know your grandfather brought my baby pictures to the restaurant where he met your father? It’s a family tradition my dear!”

Dinner is a joy, despite your brothers teasing, your mother shoving new embarrassing pictures at Megumi every opportunity she gets and your father spouting all the mortifying stories he can think of.

Your grandmother just smiles at you.

”He seems good for you,” she says quietly, and a tender smile grows on your face. ”He is. I can only hope that I’m good for him too.”

At your words, you feel Megumi squeeze your knee under the table, and your smile grows.

Dinner is finished, and tea is enjoyed in the garden. It’s a pleasant affair, calming and unwinding. You give Megumi an in depth tour of the flowers, and he holds your hand tightly the entire time.

It’s bedtime and you’re standing in the hallway, caging Megumi against the wall.

”’m sorry they’re making you sleep in the guest room,” you mumble, kissing him. He hums, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing your body closer to his own. ”’s fine. I’ll just sneak over later,” he whispers, and you let out a quiet laugh. ”You’ll have to wake up super early and sneak back though. My grandmother gets up at like five in the morning to check on everyone and start breakfast.”

Megumi kisses you with a smile, and it’s almost infectious.

”It’ll definetly be worth it.”

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— (2022 : April)

You lay down on the couch, finally feeling like you can actually relax. Megumi sits down on the floor in front of the sofa, before leaning his head back to rest against your stomach. Purely on instinct, your hand falls down to run through his hair, and he hums, letting out a pleased sigh.

You graduated last month, and with some savings and help from your grandmother and Gojo, you and Megumi have your own little house in the outskirts of Tokyo. To say the realtor was surprised when two teenagers showed up, ready to pay out of pocket, would be an understatement.

”Proud of us,” you say, lifting up your torso to look at Megumi. ”It’s a fucking hassle to move, even more when it’s basically your entire life that you’re moving.” He turns his neck to meet your gaze, and gives you a smile. ”Must’ve been hard to drive down from Hakodate all on your own,” he hums, and you tilt your head. ”Eh, not really. Worst parts were my parents acting as if I’m dying and also being away from you for a week,” you say, grinning. He scoffs, but you hear the affection hidden underneath.

”I think we’re wildly codependent.” ”Mm, probably. Wouldn’t wanna be codependent with anyone else though.” ”Not even Nobara?” ”Maybe Nobara.”

He laughs, before rising from the floor and straddling you where you lay on the couch. You look up at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes.

”I love you.”

You say it at the same time, and as your eyes widen, Megumi lets out a short laugh.

”That was really cheesy ’gumi,” you huff, and he hums in agreement.

He pulls you up so you’re both standing on your knees on the couch, before resting his arms around your waist. You lean in, pressing a kiss to his lips, and he reciprocates with a smile. It’s short and sweet, and as you pull away you place your hands on his shoulders, before pushing him to lay down. Megumi obeys easily when it comes to you, you’ve noticed, and a smile graces your lips as you lean down to kiss him again. He sighs against you and you place a final peck on his lips before working your way down to his jaw.

You’re drunk on him, you realize. Even though it had only been a week since you saw him last, it’s like your tolerance nosedived.

”Want you so bad ’gumi,” you mumble against his jaw, before you start biting lightly at his skin, marking him up. You know you don’t need to, Megumis loyalty to you never questioned, but you still want tangible, irrefutable proof that he’s yours.

”Misssed you so much,” you whisper against his skin. He shudders. ”My ’gumi.” ”Missed you too my love,” he replies, head tilted back, his hands still on your waist.

”Do you want to? Now?” he asks quietly, and you pause.

It’s not the first time things have veered down this path between the two of you, but it feels different this time. You don’t know if it’s because of the time you’ve been apart or the sudden feeling of being grown up, but in this moment you feel like there’s nothing else you want more. You crave to be his, fully and wholly, and can only pray he wants the same.

”If you’ll have me,” you whisper against his lips. He kisses you, and you feel heat pool deep in your core. ”Always,” he mumbles.

His answer makes your entire body heat up, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck. You feel him laugh underneath you, before he presses a kiss to your shoulder. His hands migrate down to grip your hips as he speaks up.

”Bedroom?” he suggests, and you hum. Megumi kisses your neck, before sitting up, your body still firmly pressed against his. As you tangle your arms around his neck, he places your legs around his hips and stands up. You shriek in surprise, lightly slapping his back. He just chuckles, and you cling onto him tighly as he walks up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

”Show-off,” you mutter into his ear. ”Only for you my love.”

He brings you to the bedroom and lays you down on your shared bed with a kiss. It makes you giddy, the idea that the two of you won’t have to sneak around the halls of Jujutsu Tech late at night anymore, begging your friends to keep watch for patrolling teachers.

You lean back against the mattress, hair spread out against sheets. You gaze up at Megumi, adoration in your eyes. He looks down at you and you give him a shy smile, and he flushes. He buries his face against your chest before mumbling into your skin.

”You’re so beautiful.”

You smile, running your fingers through his hair.

”You’re not so bad yourself.”

Megumi runs his hands down your waist, fingers catching on the hem of your shirt, as he raises his head and looks at you. The question goes unspoken, but you nod regardless, and he slowly drags the fabric up your body.

You shuffle back as you undo the button on your jeans, while Megumi stands up, pulling off his own shirt.

The feeling of his eyes on you as you undress is nervewrecking, despite not being anything new. It’s always going to feel like this, you think. You hope. The feeling of his gaze, moving from your face to your chest, the curve of your hips, you. It’s intoxicating and intimidating at the same time.

The feeling of Megumis body against yours shakes you from your thoughts. There are no barriers between you as he hovers above you, leaning down for a kiss. Skin against skin. It’s warm. Overwhelming in the best way possible.

Your hips grind up against him and he groans. Deep and raspy. Healthy raspy. It makes you whine under your breath, and you tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

”Need you,” you whisper, and Megumi stills, eyes focused on you. ”You have me.”

You smile.

”Need you now, please.” ”Ah, right away?” he asks quietly and you reach up, pulling him down to meet your lips. ”Been thinkin’ ’bout you all week ’gumi,” you mumble against him. Your eyes are earnest, and a deep flush covers his face.

He nods, more to himself than to you, before lining himself up and carefully pushing in. Megumi groans as he bottoms out inside you, and you sigh, angling your hips to meet his.

He rests his forehead against yours, your wide eyes meeting his lidded ones. ”Fuck,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your lips. ”You’re so gorgeous, love you so much.”

You whine, wrapping your arms around his waist as he hovers above you, elbows beside your head. He thrusts into you, and you inhale sharply. He pauses. ”’s okay Megumi. Feels good,” you whisper against his lips, and he hums, finding his rhythm once again.

Both of you fall silent, focused on the sensations of each other. The afternoon sun shines in through the window, falling across Megumis back, and you smile up at him.

”Y’look like an angel ’gumi. So pretty for me.”

His hips stutter at your words, and his head falls down to rest against the sheets next to yours. You let out a short laugh, turning your head to the side and pressing a kiss to his jaw.

He reaches down and underneath you, holding the small of your back, tilting your hips further up against him, before resuming his previous pace. Each thrust makes his hip bone grind against you, and each time you let out a sharp whine. Interlocking your ankles against his lower back, you press him further into you, before gasping and throwing your head back against the sheets.

It’s slow and silent, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. Megumi is practically laying on top of you, face buried in the crook of your neck, and you’re clinging to him, fingernails buried in his back, thighs tightly bracketed against his hips.

You could die like this, you think. Your emotions, the feeling of him, the feeling of your Megumi. It’s all encompassing. The slowness and silence has faded, exchanged to a sloppy softness, but you still wouldn’t change it for the world.

It’s by no means perfect, but in a way, doesn’t that make it perfect?

”Ah, ’m close ’gumi,” you gasp, and he hums. You feel the vibration against your lips. ”Me too. Wh… where should I…” ”You can, i… inside. If you want.”

Megumi kisses you, and the metaphorical bowstring of your back is pulled taut and released as you finish, slumping against the sheets. Not even a second later, you feel a gasp against your shoulder as cupids arrow, launched from your heart, strikes the bullseye, and a warmth floods your entire body.

You’re still clinging onto him, and he’s still engulfing you.

”Love you so much ’gumi.” ”I love you too.”

It’s quiet, wet, sloppy and hazy. You wouldn’t want it any other way.

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— (2023 : August)

You’re laying on your back in the grass in your small backyard, and Megumi is sitting crouched on the engawa, hidden under the roof.

The rain is pouring down, and you’re sure your clothes are going to have green stains after you take them off, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Megumi seems to have given up on trying to get you to join him underneath the roof.

A serene smile graces your face as the rain falls on your eyelids. Lightning strikes in the distance and you count the seconds until thunder takes over the sky. A few minutes pass in silence.

”Do you want tea later?” Megumi calls out from his rainfree sanctuary. You throw up your arm, giving him a thumbs up. ”Green?” You raise your other arm, forming a small heart with your hands. You think you hear him laugh, and the smile on your face grows tender.

You lay there in the grass for maybe thirty minutes, rain washing over you, before you get up, taking slow steps towards the engawa.

Megumi is sitting there, towels and a bathrobe on one side, a tray with two cups and a teapot on the other.

”Maybe we’re like thunder and lightning,” you say as you sit down on one of the towels, wrapping yourself in the bathrobe. Megumi hums, urging you to continue, as he places the last handtowel on your head. ”They’re always together, no matter how far apart.” Megumi places a teacup in your hands, and you grip it tightly, pulling your knees to your chest. ”People always talk about the sun and the moon as romantic counterparts, but it’s impossible for them to be together,” you mutter before taking a sip of tea. ”Lightning and thunder always come together, and even if there’s time between when they happen, it all depends on the person experiencing it. While they might be eight seconds apart for some, if you’re close enough its almost simultaneous.”

”Who’s what then?” Megumi asks, indulging you. Not teasing, not judging. Curious. Fond. You pause, not to think, but to relish in the moment. An odd sense of calm has taken over you, and you think this might be the happiest you’ve ever been.

”Anyone else would probably say that you’re thunder and I’m lightning, but I think it’s the opposite.” Megumi rests his cheek against the top of your head, and you take another sip of your tea. ”You’re light, I think. My world always feels brightest when you’re around. I feel like I have a different kind of impact than you. A calming sort of finality, I guess.”

Megumi tilts your head towards him, and kisses you. The feeling of his lips against yours makes all the nerves in your body stand on edge, and you fumble to put down your teacup before putting one of your hands at the nape of his neck. It’s like you were hit by lightning you realize, before letting out a small laugh against his lips. He pulls away before falling back to lay down against the wood. You follow suit, curling up against him, resting your head on his chest. Rain continues to fall.

”I love you, my thunder.”

You snort, slapping his chest lightly.

”Don’t call me that ’gumi, that’s so corny.” ”You make me corny.” ”That was even cornier.” ”I know.”

”I love you too.”

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— (2024 : May)

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, Megumi draped over your back as you rub lotion into your feet. He gets clingy when he’s tired, but you’re not complaining.

”’re you done soon?” he mumbles into your hair, and you hum. The blisters from the new shoes you got last week are starting to heal, but it doesn’t hurt to be extra careful for the coming days. Once you’re satisfied, you reach around and place your hands on the back of Megumis neck, rubbing in the leftover lotion.

”Come on then lover boy, bed time,” you say, teasing lilt to your voice. Megumi is too tired to recognize it, and simply falls back onto the bed, waiting for you to join him. You let out a sigh as a small smile forms on your lips.

It’s sweet, you think, how after all these years he still waits for you to lay down on your back, before he shuffles up next to you, resting his head on your stomach and tangling his body between your legs. It’s rarely the position you wake up in, but its always the one you’ll fall asleep in.

As both of you lay down, you release a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. Staring up at the ceiling and then back down at Megumi. Your Megumi. He presses a chaste kiss to your ribs, and your hand falls to rest on his head. As you start to gently scratch at his scalp, running your fingers through his hair, he hums, and you feel it vibrate against your skin.

”Good night ’gumi” ”G’night my love”

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A/n: WHO ELSE IS FREAKING OUT OVER FONTAINE?!? LYNEY COME HOME PLEAAAASEEE 🙏🙏 Requests/asks open!

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{༻~Showing you a magic trick~༺}

(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Lynette, Freminet, Kaeya, and Cyno!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney held his hand up, in it a collection of five cards and to your amazement it was every single one you had picked just a moment earlier, even crazier was the fact they were even in the same order you had picked them in. "How did you even- That's so cool!!!" You exclaimed, barely able to focus on a singular though as a blush coated your cheeks, making him chuckle sweetly.

"A magician never shares his tricks, but I assure you, magic is easier and more fun with a adorable audience." He said, tipping his hat as he winked at you, making your face heat up even more. "Can I see more?" You asked excitedly, your eyes bright with enthusiasm as he smiled happily, clearly enjoying showing you one of his favourite activities and showing you a bit of fantasy.

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo wasn't normally a magic type, he liked science, specifically studying other worlds and life itself, but he knew you enjoyed a touch of magic, so just for you he learned a few tricks. "Alright, keep your eyes on the hat, as you can see completely empty...nothing inside and no hole in the bottom of it either." He explained, showing you and Klee the pitch black tophat, demonstrating the fact it was empty as the two of you nodded.

"Now, let's see what we can actually fine inside." He said as he reached into the hat, you're eyes widening in surprise as he pulled out a bright white bunny stuffed animal, to big to even originally fit in the hat itself! "WHAT!" Klee shouted, jumping up from her chair to exam the bunny happily as Albedo smiled, handing her the stuffed animal. "Albedo how did you do that! That's incredible!!" You watched as Klee made her way back to her seat, her new toy hugged close to her.

"I simply can't say...however I can give you something else~" He said slyly, reaching into the hat a second time and pulling out....a bouquet of your favourite flowers, each petal somehow perfectly intact despite somehow being in a hat. You gasped your face blushing as he handed them to you, finishing his little show with a bow as the two of you clapped, cheering him on.

𑁍༄Lynette:

(First time writing a female on here! Sorry if it's not the best >///<)

"Then I just twirl you and something will happen?" You asked curiously, a eyebrow raised in disbelief as she nodded, taking your hand in her own. You knew Lynette was a incredible magicians assistant and you had wanted so badly for her to show you a trick, however this wasn't originally what you had in mind as the two of you swirled around the grassy field, almost like dancing but not actually paying attention to the steps.

Just as she instructed, you twirled her and as she slowly spun your heart skipped a beat, your eyes filling with amazement as her outfit completely changed. As soon as she was done spinning, you stepped back absolutely stunned, her short poofy skirt now longer, the teal in her clothes now dark blues and purples. "I'm in shock! That was awesome!! You look so beautiful too!" You said excitedly not really thinking about your words as you watched her face blush and her smile grow.

𑁍༄Freminet:

You watched excitedly as he held up his mechanical penguin, the tiny robot creature looking like a children's toy while he turned the metal key on its backside. Suddenly it's eyes popped open, it's beak moving as a little recording played, "Hello!" It said, making you smile happily, "Awee it's so cute Freminet! Though I don't know if it really counts as magic trick, it's still really cool! Did you make them yourself?"

"My siblings are the magician's...but I'm glad you still liked it. To answer your question...yes I made them myself, though I usually use it more for underwater exploration." He seemed slightly nervous as he spoke, his purple eyes looking away from you as the mechanical penguin waved in your direction. You waved back with a happy smile as you replied, "Awe so it's like your little exploration buddy!" He nodded, his face turning a light pink as he scratched the back of his neck, it wasn't often he showed his machines around and you liking them so much...was nice to say the least.

𑁍༄Kaeya:

Kaeya flipped the coin, sending it at least a foot into the air, your eyes watching it carefully as it fell back down landing between his fingers. He twirled it between them for a moment and even though you were focusing on it as hard as you could, it disappeared before your very eyes. "No way...where did it go??" You wondered out loud, looking around frantically to see if he had dropped it somewhere, as he chuckled teasingly, "Hmm where did it go...oh wait I know~"

Your body tensed up slightly as he reached behind your ear, pulling the coin seemingly out of thin air before showing it to you, the glistening gold of it making your mouth hang slightly open in amazement. "Figured it out? Or perhaps I should do it again.."

"Again!"

𑁍༄Cyno:

Cyno prefers jokes to magic tricks, trying his best everyday to get a laugh from one of friends and usually ending up with a few bored stares instead, but just this once he's decided to attempt the fantastical magic tricks he'd only ever heard of just a few days ago. "As you can clearly see...there is only one card here. This is a singular tcg card of Tighnari right?" He asked, handing you the card for you to confirm that yes, it was in fact one tcg card of Tighnari and as you checked it carefully, you also could tell there was no tricks about it.

"Alright now feast your eyes...as one card, becomes two." He made his voice extra dramatic, as he maneuvered his hands and then walla, the single tcg card actually became two, as if he'd somehow actually duplicated it. You're eyes widened in surprise, a smile playing on your face as you clapped, "That's really cool Cyno!" His face blushed, this was the first time anything he tried had actually went successfully...

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Wicked Ones | ES Skywarp x Nova Storm x f!human reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1500+

Warnings: Smut ( Spark merging, touching, licking, fingering and oral ) and robots on human. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Something new and different. I really enjoyed working with these seeker femmes. Thanks for sending in your request @badkarma-900 hope you like it. 🥰

Title of this story was inspired by this song. ❤️

Conjunx Endura - Significant Other Amica Endura - Long-term Best Friend

☕ Coffee

The high you get when playing music is an addiction you craved each time you and your band would perform. You're the lead drummer, and pretty damn good at it. On stag you were swimming through the loud music and the cheers of the crowds with a wide beaming smile, loving every moment of it as the performance went on. People loved you and you admired your fans, but there are two who were your biggest fans that no one else knew about, and with good reason.

Who would've thought two giant alien robots from another planet would come into your life?

"Hey ladies!" You cheer outloud to the seekers at their little bunker they had settled. You've just come from a long performance, the adrenalin still kicking through your heart.

"There's our rockstar!" Skywarp giggles as she comes down to help you up onto the platform to stand in their view.

"We loved the performance!" Nova Storm adds through pumped enthusiasm. "Hope you didn't mind Skywarp and I adding in that little jet performance nearing the end?"

You grin wildly. "Are you kidding? It was fucking amazing! The crowds loved it too, which added more thrill for everyone."

"I don't understand why you two waste your time doing silly stunts for the humans." You hear Starscream say from across the room. "Entertaining them for a short moment like trained pets."

"You make it sound so much worse." You shake your head holding a small smirk. "If you join them you might feel the thrill."

"I'll pass." Starscream wasn't one for a lot of fun you think to yourself.

"In that case, shoo." Skywarp suddenly says to the red and blue seeker catching him off guard slightly.

"You're kicking me out?"

"It's ladies night!" Nova Storm giggles with her wings flickering.

Starscream lets out a wounded groan before he starts heading out. "Fine. But I'll be having my own fun tomorrow and you two will need to shoo then." He's out of the bunker before any of you could question.

"What kind of fun is he into?" You ask through a curious smile.

"Starscream's fun? Could be anything, but most likely his fun is peace and quiet by himself." Skywarp shrugs as you all make your way further into the bunker.

"Well that's sad." A part of you feels sorry for him. "Perhaps next time I do a show you two should drag him along, force him to have your kind of fun, he might like it."

Suddenly you feel yourself being picked up by Skywarp and held closely up at her face. You feel the heat radiating from her warm face plating adding blush against your skin. Right to it then. You're not complaining in the slightest, as this is what you came here for.

"And let him steal our fun? Steal you from us? Nah." Skywarp lets out a vibrating purr that gently shakes through your body and causes a low delightful hum to leave you.

"Besides, don't you want us all for yourself?" Nova Storm is already sitting in their little area before Skywarp brings you over to join.

"Never knew you two were the jealous types."

You remove your top casually and wiggle out from your shorts, leaving you in your lace bra and thin thong clinging against your sweaty skin, mostly from the concert, but you feel yourself beading with sweat and heat once again due to the growing arousal.

"You're ours, y/n." Skywarp watches you, ruby optics eternalling, the very lingering stare they both give that makes you ache and so wet. "And all you need is us."

Nova Storm shifts closer and gently takes Skywarp's chin between her digits, tugging her closer and sharing a kiss with her conjunx. You bite your lips softly at the sight of them, watching your seeker lovers kissing gives you such a surprising thrill. While seated in Skywarp's servo you toss the rest of your undergarments aside, leaving you bare and naked for them to do with as they please.

"Is someone missing out?" Nova Storm asks through a silky tone before leaning closer over you, nuzzling against your breasts before nudging your legs apart, her thick glossa darting out and swiping across your very core.

The very action causes your back to arch up under her warm glossa, letting out a soft shrill and gripping your hands against Skywarp's digits. It was such an erotic feeling having them do this to you, and so much more has happened already. You three simply are in it for fun.

Nova Storm lets out a muted moan against your tingling core and clit, Skywarp watching through lustful optics while you wiggle yourself against the wet warmth gliding across you. Suddenly you feel the tip of her glossa press against you, entering, stretching your depths as you clench down, moaning loudly out for your biggest fans.

You were already so worked up from the concert, so it doesn't take long for you to orgasim and you don't hold back, arching your ass up as you tremble with your juices soaking out and dripping.

"Oh my, was it that good?" Skywarp can't help but giggle and bit her lips at the way you came so quick and hard. Nova Storm laps everything you give, her frame quivering at your taste.

"Like sweet energon." She purrs as she moves away and kisses Skywarp to share your sweet nectar. You have no idea what that is, but you can guess it must taste pretty good to them.

"So good..." You manage to sigh between heated breaths, laying there and gazing up at them, craving for more. They seem to pick up on this and both smirk down at you.

Both their chassis open up and you're faced with the illuminating blue light of their sparks. It's such a gorgeous sight. You know what they wanted. It's been done before between you three and you're very turned on and fascinated by what happens.

Sitting naked between them you sit on the inside edge of Nova Storm's spark chamber, gently touching the glowing orb and smiling to yourself when you hear her gasp out. You know to be gentle, to take care of their sparks and enjoy yourself. After all, you're pretty much in contact with, as the humans say, their hearts.

Gazing down you notice Skywarp has started to finger Nova Storm, servo pumping away at her endura while listening to the music they played, and you start to caress both their sparks as they close and join together in front of you.

It's been explained to you what spark merging is. It's a ritual that joins two or more sparks together of friendship or romantic love, so they can combine into one. How detailed that bond is, from the mental link to a physical need to be together, to full out emotional and mental mind reading to one another.

Skywarp and Nova Storm were conjunx endura, in human terms, married. Starscream was also part of this bond but he is only an amica endura, a close friend.

As you caress the blue orbs under your hands you tilt you head and lick along the outside, feeling a gentle electric buzz rushing through you as you taste it, moaning lowly, mixing in with your seekers' own sounds. You hear them speak your name, praise you and one another, some other words you think is their own language as you take care of their sparks and help build up their pleasure.

The only way you could describe the taste of their sparks is that it's almost like dragon fruit, mildly sweet, a blend of pear and kiwi. It might sound weird but that's how it did taste to you.

Moving your hand down you start to rub your clit in circular motions, sucking and licking at the joining orbs as you let out a moan as you feel another orgasim suddenly build in you. Doesn't take much at all.

Their sparks glow more intense, glittering around you, and this is your only warning that your seekers were closing in to their overload, and so you work your fingers quicker against yourself, continuing to touch and drag your tongue against their sparks. It honestly felt like an honour to be able to touch such an intimate place to them. They chose you, they wanted you. You love spending every moment with them.

Skywarp passionately kisses Nova Storm as they both pump their digits into her valves together, glossas coiling with her mates while their human friend stimulates their sparks perfectly. It won't be long now.

Then it happens. Their sparks glow brightly in a burst of light as both seekers came to their overload and you came hand a second time under your working fingers. Watching their sparks sizzle together was such a beautiful sight. You'll never tire of it.

When it's over you're carefully brought up and set against Skywarp's shoulder where you lay down to get comfortable.

"Best ladies night ever." You grin softly before kissing her cheek.

"Damn right." Noza Storm joins and you three let yourselves calm down from your arousals, knowing very well that you'll probably be at it again soon enough.

"Night is still young..." You tease lightly, making them both snicker.

"Oh y/n, we're never letting you go."

Fine by you.

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[fallrimxreader]

Can I ask for fo4 companions react to a normally nonconfrontational sole give the most bone chilling disturbing threat to someone who just insulted the companion?

I let people walk all over me but if someone hurt my friends I would have no problem going to prison

I am also exactly like this! So this was really fun to write. Thanks for the ask I enjoyed it.

Sole when threatened: Scared baby

Sole when companion is threatened: ANGRY MODE

Warning: Language, swearing, threats, threats of violence/death. Also it's a long post so I put it under a read more.

Cait: She had never known someone as sweet and kind hearted as Sole. Cait never thought someone like that could care about her, yet here Sole was being Cait’s best friend. Cait treasured Sole’s friendship because she had never been treated so kindly before. Sole treats Cait like a good person and it makes Cait feel special. Cait would absolutely kill anyone who tried to hurt Sole. She never expected Sole to do the same but she was fine with that. The pair were travelling through and particularly rough area and Cait was being cautious, she didn’t want any harm to come to Sole. They passed by a group of raiders, one of them yelling out to the pair.

“Hey, why not come play with the big boys. I bet we would be a lot more fun than that whore.” The raider laughed. Cait was used to the words; she had been called worse. She expected to just walk past, but Sole stopped and stamped over to the raider.

“How dare you call her that. Say something like that again and I’ll rip your tongue out and make you eat it.” Sole snarled. The raider’s smile dropped. He nodded shamefully, turning his head away from Sole. Sole then turned back to Cait with a smile and spoke in a sweet voice. “Shall we go?”

Cait stared dumbfounded at Sole; her jaw wide open. She didn’t think it was possible but Sole just officially became the greatest person in existence. She never expected Sole to stand up for her. But having Sole threaten a raider for her, it made Cait so incredibly happy. They now treasured their friendship even more. Cait then began to laugh, wrapping an arm around Sole and taking them away.

“You are amazing. Let’s go get a drink to celebrate our friendship and how amazing you are.”

Curie: She knew there were some people in the world who did not like robots or synths. She understood their reservations but she always tried to ease their fear and discomfort by showing them she is friendly and meant no harm. Sometimes this would bring people around to like her, but others just hated her more. She never let this deject her. Curie would continue to be her pleasant self no matter what. She appreciated Sole because they were the same as her. They were always so kind to everyone, even the meaner people. Sole would always try to calm situations, never wanting to fight and Curie thought this was very mature of Sole. Though Curie did feel bad if this meant Sole got injured because someone wanted to fight when Sole didn’t want to. Curie told Sole that it was ok to fight if it meant protecting themselves. But Sole would just brush it off.

In an attempt to ease people into liking synths Curie tried to act as a medic in settlements. She would bring a smile and a first aid kit and help any of the residents that were injured, many of them were often grateful. One particular settlement Curie found a farmer who had injured his hands in his farming equipment. She knelt beside the man.

“May I take a look monsieur? I’m sure I can get it patched up.” Curie smiled sweetly.

“Get away from me synth, I don’t want your stinking help. I’d rather lose the hand than let you touch me.” The man snapped. Curie felt disheartened but knew she shouldn’t take it too personally. Sole grabbed the farmers hand, squeezing the injured area and making the man yell in pain. They then pulled out a large knife from their side.

“I can arrange that. Let me cut it off for you.” Sole grinned mischievously, about to swing the knife.

“No please. Don’t” The man begged.

“Then let Curie help you, and I swear if you make any nasty comments about her, I’ll start chopping all your body pieces off until there’s nothing left.” Sole dropped the man’s arm after he agreed. He gave his arm to Curie and allowed her to patch him up. Curie could not help but smile. She didn’t think the threats were necessary, the man was already injured and scared. However, she thankful that Sole stood up for her. It felt nice to have someone on her side who trusted her skills and kindness even though she was a synth. Sole saw Curie as just a normal person, and that is what Curie liked most about Sole.

“You did not have to do that.” Curie said, she wanted to scold Sole for being too harsh, but she couldn’t. Sole was protecting Curie, and Curie could not scold Sole for that.

“I know, but I wanted to.” Sole shrugged. Curie was glad that Sole felt so strongly about Curie that they would threaten anyone for her. It made Curie feel special, even if threatening was not the best way to do things. She would not say anything for now, as Curie was happy to have a friend like Sole. But Curie would say something if the threats became too much of a bad habit.

Codsworth: He’s the type to worry more about what others think about him than the other synths or robotics. Codsworth was made to please his masters and make a comfortable living environment. If someone dislikes him for some reason, he feels as though he has failed in his job. So, often even if he shouldn’t, he feels bad when other members of the commonwealth are rude to him. When Sole came back, he felt so much better because his actual master/mistress had returned. Now as long as Sole was happy Codsworth did not worry about what other people said, he only needed to know that Sole thought he was doing a good job.

Codsworth liked to help around the settlement Sole had built, it made him feel useful. Sole never asked for his help, wanting to give him a break. But Codsworth would do work because he enjoyed it and it helped Sole. Sometimes he would help the other settlement members but they were not his priority. One particular day Sole actually did ask Codsworth to do something, and he was going to put all of his time and energy on making the task perfect.

“Hey bot, you need to do this for me.” A resident demanded, wanting Codsworth to do the work for them.

“My apologies but I’m a little busy at the moment, perhaps I can assist you later.”

“You better do it now, you useless piece of trash.” Then man then threw a can at Codsworth, the drink bouncing off his head and making his hat fall off. Sole appeared, as if the sound had summoned them. Sole picked up the can and threw it, hitting the resident square in the face.

“Apologize to Codsworth, then get out of our sight before I force that can down your throat.”

“I-I’m sorry.” The resident stammered, holding his nose.

“Now get out of here.” Sole snapped. The resident hastily moved away. “Are you alright Codsworth?” Sole asked picking up his hat and placing it carefully back onto his head.

“Quite alright, you did not have to defend me, I should have assisted the man.”

“No Codsworth. Don’t you ever help that man. You are a good Mr Handy, but an even better friend and I’m not going to let anyone treat you like less than a person. Understand?”

“But-”

“No buts. You deserve to be treated with respect and nothing less. If someone bothers you, tell me and I’ll deal with them.”

Sole had always treated Codsworth like a member of the family. But hearing them now, talking about him being a good friend and how he should be treated with respect. It felt like Sole was treating him like a real person. And it made him emotional. He really treasured Sole, and having them in his life made him the happiest he could ever be.

“Thank you, Sir/Mum.”

Dogmeat: Dogmeat was cautious of people, since there were a lot out there that wanted to hurt him. But he did try to give some people a chance. He gave Sole a chance and it was the best choice, Sole quickly became Dogmeats best friend and he’d do anything to protect them. The pair traveled to a settlement, and while Sole was talking Dogmeat had a sniff around. He came to a particular person who smelled like food. Dogmeat sniffed at the man’s feet.

“Get away from me mutt.” The man snapped kicking Dogmeat away. Dogmeat yelped, then started to snarl. Sole stormed over, grabbing the man’s leg and pulling it hard so the man fell onto his back. Sole held the man’s leg and stared into his eyes.

“You kick him again and I’m going to cut your legs off. Understand?” Sole snarled.

“Yes.” Sole then threw the man’s leg down and patted Dogmeat.

“Good boy.” Sole pet him more before leading Dogmeat away. Dogmeat did not like the interaction with the man, but he liked Sole’s pets and was happy to be leaving with them.

Deacon: He knew there were some people out there that didn’t like him. But he could not care less. He never worried about what anyone thought of him and just lived his life the way he wanted. When Sole entered his life, it was nice to have someone that viewed him so positively, he appreciated their friendship. Sole tended to get pushed over by other people, but Deacon was more than happy to be the one to stand up for Sole and be there to protect them. He didn’t need Sole being the tough guy. As long as Sole treated Deacon well, and was Deacon’s friend then he would be the one to stand up against the assholes.

The pair wondered through Goodneighbor, wanting to rest and get a drink. Inside The Third Rail, was a loud rowdy bunch of raiders getting drunk. Deacon knew right away they would be a problem, but he was prepared to defend Sole’s honor at the drop of a hat. He began trying to think of threats that might get them off their backs incase they wanted a fight.

“Hey you.” One raider called out to Sole. Deacon prepared himself, ready to protect Sole. “What are you doing with that coward huh? Guy’s too scared of the world to even keep the same face. Why not come hang out with some real men?”

Of course, the raiders were being cruel to Deacon. He sighed, and laughed it off since he didn’t care what they had to say. He thought Sole would just awkwardly laugh along with him. He was surprised when Sole marched right over to the raider who spoke. Sole gripped the man’s ear tightly pulling it up almost tearing it off.

“Deacon’s more of a man than you ever will be. And if you say something like that again then I’m going to cut off your junk and throw it to the ghouls, we’ll see how much of a man you are without it.” Sole then released the ear and walked away. The raider and his men quickly scurrying off.

Sole sat at the bar beside Deacon, ordering drinks for the both of them. Deacon sat in silence for a moment, stunned. He had never seen or heard Sole act like that, for a second he thought they may have been possessed.

“You’re terrifying. I promise to never get on your bad side.” Deacon laughed, though with a hint of seriousness. He was grateful that Sole stood up for him, but now he was starting to worry what Sole would do to him on the off chance he ever upset him.

“Don’t worry Deacon, you’re my good friend and I would never hurt you.” Sole smiled cheerfully.

“Good to know.” He was a little disturbed by how quickly they turned on then off the threatening mode. But he tried to push it aside and just enjoy the time with his friend. He was glad to know that Sole has his back.

Danse: If someone made a nasty comment to Danse he would always defend himself. Or if someone picked a fight with him, he would always fight back and win. This way the way to survive in this cruel world and what he was used to. Danse liked Sole and he thought of them as a good fighter, but he was very disappointed by the fact that Sole would never stand up for themselves. If someone spoke rudely to them, Sole would take it and allow the nasty comments. Often Danse would be the one to stand up for Sole, it bothered him because he felt as though Sole should be braver and not take the comments. He thought it made Sole soft. Yet they would always get the job done and they could hold their own in a fight so he let it go. He’d never been in a situation where someone insulted Danse around Sole, but he expected Sole would do nothing and that was something he could live with.

Sole and Danse were walking through the commonwealth minding their own business when they walked past a group of minutemen.

“Get out of here brotherhood, we don’t need scum like you around here.” One of the members spat. Danse was about to make a similar comment, but Sole spoke up before he could. Sole pulled out their pistol and shot right next to the members head hitting a wall behind them.

“You say something like that again and the next shot won’t miss.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” The member complained.

“What’s wrong with you asshole? We are just walking past you doing nothing and you just have to be a dick, what is that about? Keep your thoughts to yourself or do you want me to sew your mouth shut?” Sole snapped.

The minuteman was silent, just staring at Sole.

“That’s what I thought. Come on Danse, these idiots are bringing my mood down.” Sole walked away with Danse in tow.

Danse was in complete shock, he never thought Sole could say something like that. It took him a few minutes to really comprehend the situation, but afterwards he just smiled.

“You alright?” Sole asked.

“I’m great.” Danse was proud of Sole for finally standing up for someone. He was no longer worried about Sole being soft, he could see now that they were more than capable of handling themselves and their friends. He was also tempted to set up a test to see if this was a one-time thing or if Sole would continue to threaten people if they bothered Danse.

Hancock: Sole accepted a job that took the pair of them into a vault. Hancock generally liked to stay away from vault dwellers because they had a less than friendly view on ghouls. But he wasn’t going to leave Sole to go in alone. Sole was a sweetheart, and he hated the idea that someone inside the vault might try to take advantage of Sole’s good nature. The dirty looks happened immediately, but Hancock was used to it. Sole finished the quest and they were on their way out. Hancock was thinking they might get out with just a few looks. But he was wrong.

“Thank God that thing is leaving. It was starting to make the place smell.” Hancock was trying to think of a snarky line to snap back, but he didn’t have time. Sole spun around glaring at the man who said it.

“I think you’ve got a nose problem, maybe I should break it and fix it for you. In fact, why don’t I ‘fix’ the rest of your face for you.” Sole then cracked their knuckles taking a step towards the man.

“Get away from me.” The man complained, turning and hastily running away.

“Run back to your mummy so she can teach you some manners.” Sole then turned back to Hancock and in a calm voice spoke. “Let’s get out of this hellhole.” Hancock was stunned. He never expected his little cinnamon roll sweetheart had such a threatening side. He loved it, and it made him respect Sole even more.

“Yeah, let’s get out of this dump sunshine.” He smiled. “You know if you want to come back and teach him a lesson, I’ll hold him down while you take the hits.” Hancock laughed. Sole laughed with him.

“I don’t want to get you in trouble Hancock.”

“I’d die for you I hope you know that.” Hancock threw it out so casually.

“And I’d kill for you. Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure a death claw might be finding its way into his room later.” Hancock liked that. He liked that a lot. He’s going to take Sole home and give them a number of gifts in gratitude for being such an unbelievably amazing person.

MacCready:  He’d had run ins with people who didn’t like him, including a group of bandits that Sole helped him take care of. MacCready knew no matter what he’d come across people that wouldn’t like him and he was fine with it. Not everyone loved each other it was just the way of the world. He just liked to do his own thing and not worry about other people. Sole was different. They cared what everyone thought and tried to please everyone. MacCready watched someone insult Sole for no reason, and Sole apologized to them. It infuriated him. He would constantly tell Sole to stand up for themselves and fight back, but Sole would explain it just wasn’t in their nature. MacCready often thought that Sole might not last long in the commonwealth, their good nature always getting taken advantage of. That’s why he swore to stick by them. Sole was good to him, so he would do everything in his power to keep them safe. If someone wanted to fight Sole, then MacCready would take the hit.

The pair were resting up in The Third Rail, getting a quick drink before heading out again. Three raiders came storming in and spotted the pair sitting at a table, they immediately headed over. Sole’s face grew worried for a second, hoping they wouldn’t get into a fight. MacCready was ready to throw hands if the raiders upset Sole.

“You little rat. You think you can walk through our turf? We should string you up and use you as target practice, it’s the only thing you’re good for.” The leader of the trio yelled at MacCready, roughly poking his chest. MacCready was about to say a cheesy joke when Sole stood from their chair and forcefully shoved the raider to the floor.

“Just you try it bitch. You lay one finger on him and bite it off. You try and hurt him and I’ll rip your arms off and shove them up your ass.” Sole panted heavily, rage seething off of them. With the raider on the floor Sole easily towered over them, Sole puffed out their chest showing off an intimidating stance.

“Yeah alright. I-I was just playing, but yeah, I won’t touch him.” The two other raiders helped the third off the floor and they all scurried away.

Sole sat back down and downed the rest of their drink. MacCready stared at them with disbelief. He never thought he would hear something like that come from Sole’s mouth. He tried to think of something clever to say, but nothing could come to mind.

“Sole.” He started. Sole looked up at him and just smiled.

“You okay friend?” Sole asked.

“I’m more than okay. I’m amazed. You are just amazing.” MacCready blurted out. Sole laughed. “I’m proud of you for standing up to them. Now you should do it when someone says stuff like that to you.”

“Nah, I’m not as important as you.”

“You are the most important person in the world dammit.” MacCready cursed then realized he did, but let it go. Because he meant what he said. Sole was so good to him already, and now they’ve shown that they would fight for him, just like he would for them. It made him happy; it made him speechless. It made him want to protect Sole even more, he didn’t deserve their friendship but somehow, he got it. And he was never going to let it go.

Piper: She had just finished her latest newspaper, and was canvasing Diamond city giving it to the residents. Sole decided to help and was following Piper around handing out the papers as Piper explained her latest discovery.

“See here, I’ve unveiled the truth of Diamonds cities dark-”

“Will you shut up bitch, no one cares.” Exclaimed an unpleasant resident. Piper was about to retort back, but Sole jumped in front of her.

“Your eyes seem to be defective, why don’t I pluck them out of their sockets maybe then you’ll see you’re just a rude ass dick.” The residents face flushed red. Sole poked their chest, making the resident step backwards. “You dare talk to Piper like that again and the next thing in her paper is your obituary.” The resident nodded then scurried away. Sole turned around and smiled at Piper.

“Where else should we put these?” Sole asked.

Piper was shocked. She never expected such threats to come from Sole’s mouth. She wasn’t quite sure it was real, maybe she was dreaming. Piper pinched herself, but no she was not dreaming, Sole really did say that.

“You continue to surprise me blue. I never new you had such a protective side to you.” She patted Sole’s back. “Come on, let’s head home and relax for a little while. I want to know exactly where you’ve been hiding this other side of you.” She always knew that Sole had her back, but now she really knew Sole would not let anything happen to Piper. And that made her feel so much safer.  

Preston: Preston was a good hearted, kind natured person and always helped everyone he could. Other than raiders he had never come across someone that disliked him. And with raiders, it wasn’t personal it was just because they wanted his belongings. After meeting Sole he helped them build up a settlement, he took charge of it while Sole was gone and welcomed everyone that Sole sent his way. Finally, he met one person that disliked him. Sole brought a new member to the settlement introducing them to Preston, at first everything was fine and Preston got along well with the resident. However, it became quite clear that the resident had a crush on Sole. And when Sole spent more time with Preston than the resident, the resident grew angry. Preston tried to be pleasant to the resident, but it was clear they were jealous of and did not like Preston. He tried to just ignore it and do his job of protecting the settlement.

One particular day Sole came back after a few weeks and greeted Preston first. The resident witnessed it and their anger quickly became apparent.

“Why even bother with him? He’s pathetic, I could do a much better job at running this place Sole, we should just get rid of him.” The resident exclaimed. Preston was worried that Sole might not know what to do. Sole was the type of person to try and resolve struggles, but would get upset if caught in the crossfire of situations like this. Preston tried to say something, but paused when Sole raised their hand.

“Run.”

“What?”

“Run from this settlement and never come back, if you do, I’m going to bury your body where no one will ever find it.” Sole spoke with such a calm yet fierce tone, their face showing no emotion. The resident paused for a few seconds, but then realized Sole was serious, and quickly took off running.

“Wasn’t he your friend?” Preston asked.

“He’s not my friend. You are my friend Preston and if anyone bothers you, they can get lost.” Sole smiled sweetly at Preston. He felt a little bad for the resident, but he also felt happy that Sole would stand up for him, even if it meant kicking out other members of the community. He was grateful for all Sole was giving him, their friendship was something Preston treasured most of all. Sole was showing Preston they truly cared about him, more than other people and this made his heart swell. He was a little scared of Sole’s threat, wondering if they were truly capable of such a thing. But the sentiment of the threat was what he was going to focus on.

Valentine: Nick had come across many people who loudly voiced their dislike for him, and he had become quite good at making snide remarks right back at them. He even kept some of his best comebacks in a little book so he could laugh about it with his secretary. The remarks used to bother him when he was new, but after so many years he became accustomed to it and they tended to just slide right off. Other times he would just completely ignore the remarks and he was fine with that. After meeting Sole he was appreciative of how kind they were to him, they always praised him and gave him pleasant comments. It was a nice change to the negative ones and is what made Nick want to hang around Sole so much. That and the fact that Sole was just good company.

Sole had to take a trip into a vault because they heard a distressed call coming from one. Nick knew instantly that he was going to get commented on, but he was not going to let Sole go in alone. Sole was very kind, but occasionally a pushover. Nick wanted to be with Sole so he could give them back up incase a vault dweller became a little too hostile towards Sole. They had barely walked in the door when one of the vault residents spotted Nick.

“God what is that thing doing in here? Is it here to snatch me?” The resident complained. Nick had been thinking of comebacks before he entered so he quickly tried to pick the perfect one. However Sole jumped in before he could.

“Why would we want to snatch you? You’re nothing but a pathetic coward hiding in a vault. The only thing we’d want to use you for is to throw you to a deathclaw in order to save ourselves. You know what Nick let’s get out of here and maybe we’ll just seal the door shut on this asshole hopefully he’ll suffocate in here.” Sole spat and turned walking away and leaving the resident stunned. Nick gladly followed behind. He never knew Sole could say such a things, it was quite astonishing.

“You still manage to surprise me pal.” Valentine laughed. Sole laughed with him.

“We are too good for those people; they don’t deserve our help.”

“There’s a lot of people that don’t deserve you Sole, you’re too good for everyone.” Nick complimented, and he meant it. He saw Sole as a good person, but an even better friend and this just solidified his opinion. Sole being able to ignore a quest and defend Nick’s honor. That showed him that Sole really appreciated his companionship and it made him happy. Nick pulled out a small notebook and began writing.

“I’m going to have to add that to the list of great comebacks.”

Strong: He doesn’t care what anyone thinks about him. Strong knows he is strong and a good fighter, that was the only thing he cares about. He was used to the remarks and looks, so when he entered a settlement with Sole, he already expected it. Sole had been helping the settlement to rebuild, taking quests quite frequently though it was before Strong joined them. This was the first time Strong had come to the settlement with Sole. Sole thought nothing of it and entered the settlement talking to the residents. Sole chatted happily giving them supplies they desperately needed. Strong tailed behind Sole, slowly sauntering over to them and the residents of the settlement. A woman of the settlement spotted Strong, her face twisting in disgust.

“God, get that freak away from here.” She exclaimed.

Sole immediately stopped talking, their smile dropping from their face. Sole faced the woman, speaking to her in a cold low voice.

“Say something like that again and I’ll burn this settlement to the ground.” The woman freaked out, running to her home, Sole’s eyes boring into the back of her head. Sole turned their attention to the other residents around them. “This is my friend Strong, he’s with me and if anyone has a problem with that then you can fend for yourselves.” The residents nodded and forced smiles at Strong.

Strong was greatly impressed. He knew Sole was a good fighter, but now he’d seen a new side to them and it entertained him. Being honest he would have liked to see Sole burn a settlement down, however he knew that would be the wrong thing to do. So, he settled for the threat.

“Strong like human more. Human good to strong.”

“Of course, buddy. You’re my friend.” Sole cheered as they left the settlement.

X6-88: He would occasionally think about what people thought about him. But the only people’s opinions he cared about was father or the scientists at the institute. If it was someone in the commonwealth then he did not care what they thought about him, as he thought their lives and opinions were less important to him. He knew Sole was less like that. Sole was the type of person to please everyone to keep them happy. He knew Sole would try anything to be nice and make sure people liked them even rolling over and taking verbal lashing if someone thought Sole was wrong. It slightly bothered X6 as he didn’t think Sole should care, he told Sole they should stand up for themselves. Yet Sole would always laugh and say they were ok.

Sole took X6 to Diamond city, as they had to talk briefly with one of the residents. X6 wasn’t keen on the idea, knowing the reputation synths have inside the city. Yet he followed them in and tried to keep close to Sole not wanting to cause them trouble by disturbing the residents. They got in and spoke to the quest giver with ease, making their way out in quick time. X6 thought they may make it out without a scene. Unfortunately, a resident caught sight of X6 and recognized the institute apparel.

“Ugh, you’re walking around with a snatcher? Those things kill people you know, you should just ditch it or better yet put it out of its misery.” The man spat. X6 was expecting Sole to apologize and quickly usher him out of the city. He prepared to leave, but was surprised when Sole stopped and stepped close to the man.

“Yeah, I know. Who do you think taught him? Do you know the best way to make someone disappear without a trace? Because I do. Do you know how to cut someone up without making them lose too much blood? Because I do. Maybe you’d like to be my next subject, I can use your body to show him how to cut through bones with ease.” Sole sneered, snarling their teeth at the man. The residents face whitened and he quickly backed away from Sole muttering curse words under his breath.

“People scare so easily.” Sole laughed. “Shall we go?”

X6 was impressed and immensely proud of Sole for standing up to someone. He smiled, glad that Sole was his friend.

“I appreciate you standing up for me. Though you didn’t need to.”

“I do. That’s what friends are for.”

“I feel as though you may have compromised yourself and cut off a reliable source in this city.” X6 said.

“If this city is full of people like him, then I don’t want any part of it.” Sole exclaimed. X6 didn’t think it was necessary to cut off an entire city, especially as it does occasionally have it’s uses. However, he appreciated the sentiment, he’d never had someone stand up for him before. It was an interesting experience but he enjoyed it. It shone a new light over Sole that he hadn’t seen before. A great and protective friend. Sole might not be confrontational all the time, but now X6 knew Sole would be there for him when it mattered most and that was what he needed in a friend.

#fallout 4 #ask #cait #curie #codsworth #dogmeat #deacon #danse #maccready #hancock #piper #preston #valentine #strong #x6-88

[sips-tea-cutely]

Hii I saw the 800 followers event and I wanted to say CONGRATS 🥳🥳🎉🎉

And can I request tsukasa eishi x gn reader prompt 11 once again CONGRATS 🫶

From me, to you, confessing my heart

a/n: THE WAY I SAW THIS AND STARTED WRITING I LOVED EISHI THE MOMENT I SAW HIM FIRST LVOE FR 🫶🫶🫶🫶 ALSO THIS IS KINDA MISCOMMUNICATION IM SO SORRY SNS FANDOM U DESERVE BETTER 💔💔💔🙏🙏🙏

prompt: “It’s like you never really see me. I’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me.”

tsukasa eishi was so so obviously in love with you; his breaths would suddenly get heavy, his cheeks would redden so contrastive from his milky skin, almost everyone in eishi’s small social circle (read: the elite 10) knew how paralyzingly lovesick he was for the charmingly intimidating heir; they all knew how desperate he was for even a sliver of conversation with you, how he looked at you as if you were a breath of fresh air.

they all knew, except you.

“y/n-chin, im serious! tsukasa-senpai is really crushing on you!” your classmate and higher-up in the elite 10, kuga said as he continued to badger you. “‘teru, jokes like that aren’t funny, you know?” you glared at the blonde as you crushed various herbs in a mortar. “it’s not a joke, ugh!” he groaned, “even nene-chin knows about his crush and she’s just as clueless to love as a robot!”

“it’s ridiculous, no!” you sigh for nth time. “why would the 1st seat out of all people have a crush on me? the only thing elite about me is probably my family.” you dryly laugh, your eyes softening at that slim hope that it was true, that it wasn’t some .

“ooh! what’s that smell?” a familiar voice called out, the kitchen door making quite a loud bang as it closed. “is the y/n making a new dish~?” your senior said as she came up to the two of you.

“what do you mean, the? you’re the 2nd seat, rindo.” you retort back. leaning onto the counter and scoffing, she continues the previous conversation; “i heard kuga saying something about tsukasa crushing on ‘ya, right? he’s right though— tsukasa’s such a dork when someone mentions you; eyes looking for you and all!” she laughs to herself at what you can only assume was a former experience.

“hmm… you really think so?” you asked doubtfully as you put down the pestle and start to prepare the main course. “obviously!” rindo scorned, her phone buzzing. “hah! speak of the devil, tsukasa needs to talk to you about the agreement for the first years’ stagiaire and your family’s restaurant.”

“now? ah, fine…” you begrudgingly take off your apron and wash your hands. “ooooh, what if he confesses his love for you~?” the feline-like girl goaded, getting a kick out of the groan you silently let out as you left the kitchen.

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

“ts— ah, are you okay..?” you hesitantly ask the exhausted boy as his face is hidden by the stacks of documents on his table. “y/n?! ahem, sorry..” his cheeks flush as he clears his throat.

noticing little traits— until rindo and terunori pointed out his crush, you never noticed them; how shaky his hands would be when you were touching his skin, how badly he tried to look good when rindo brought up another embarrassing memory.

did the 1st seat of totsuki truly return your feelings?

“y/n, i… i need to ask you something..” his eyes paced, looking everywhere except at you. “have i done something wrong to you?!”

“w… what?” you ask, shocked. “it’s just… it’s like you never really see me. i’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me, you never even talk to me unless you’re obligated to…” he explained wearily as he fiddled with his loose tie.

“look— eishi, i was honestly a little… intimidated by you but, if you want to hang out more then… sure.” you keep your hands close to your chest to keep your heart from beating out of your chest.

“really? then… if you wouldn’t mind, a date? at my place, i’ll cook.”

#mod maki #loving you distantly — 800 followers event #food wars x reader #food wars imagines #food wars: shokugeki no souma #food wars #shokugeki no soma #tsukasa eishi #eishi tsukasa #tsukasa eishi x reader #eishi tsukasa x reader

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - July 2

 It’s a quiet week of reading, but I really enjoyed everything I read this week. Check it out and be sure to leave comments and kudos for your authors! 

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Two Hands and a Map by isozyme

Tonia sighed and leaned back with a clang of armor on galvanized steel railing. “I’m ready to go home, take a bath, and relieve some stress, if you know what I mean.”

Eve did not know what Tonia meant. She frowned, trying not to be annoyed that she’d missed another joke. Tonia raised one eyebrow and made a filthy gesture, jerking her fist up and down over her crotch. Someone across the aisle whistled, and Tonia responded by exaggerating the pantomime, rolling her hips into it and licking her lips.

“Don’t make fun of me,” Eve said, reaching out and grabbing Tonia’s armor-less bicep so she’d stop being gross. “I know women don’t do that.”

The sexual education of Eve “The Female Orgasm Is a Myth” Rogers, courtesy of Tonia Stark.

the girl with the modern face by isozyme

“Nice to meet you.  I’m Steve Rogers,” Steve said, sticking his hand out and trying to wrestle the interaction back into something normal.

“I know, sweetheart,” Tony said, ignoring his hand.  “Rescue told me all about you.”

“Did you make her?” Steve asked.  It had been implied that Tony was a tech-man, and she said he was her boss.  It would fit together.

“Yes, the armor, that was me; she’s my bodyguard,” Tony said archly.  “Impressed?”

The only good thing about the future is Tony Stark's bodyguard, Rescue. She's beautiful in her red and gold armor, and Steve will never know who she is.

(i need a) touch up by isozyme

Manicures are a girl thing.  Not to Tony, exactly; taking care of his body is neutral, and he’s always liked his creature comforts.  But to Steve, nail care is definitely a girl thing.

And Steve likes girl things on Tony, but —

Start slow, Stark, Tony thinks, and takes a deep breath.

“Give me your hand, sugar,” Tony suggests, already pulling one of Steve’s big hands into his lap.  He turns it over, digging both thumbs into the meat of Steve’s palm and rubbing at the sore muscles there.  Steve’s eyes flutter shut. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

A sequel to the girl with the modern face. What it says on the tin: Tony discovers they’re both very into Steve in femme things, but it’s a touchy subject for hyper-masculine Captain America.

then sirens, then bells (the broadcast remix) by isozyme 

“I tire of this,” Amora says, and with a casual gesture the entire team is pinned in place, frozen in mid-air. Steve has the unsettling, half-familiar feeling of someone rifling through his head like it’s a card catalogue. A mind-reader as well as a witch, then.

A female voice whispers into his mind’s ear. It’s very tragic in here, dearheart, but I think your armored friend is, somehow, more psychically toxic than even you.

What’s wrong with Tony? Steve thinks, but the presence is gone, leaving his memories of war stirred up like flying insects rising off a lake in at dawn.

The Enchantress opens Tony's mind to anyone and everyone near him. Steve knows he should let Tony keep his secrets, but he's not noble enough to stay away.

Good Vibrations by isozyme

Steve had sounded like he really genuinely wanted to see Tony and hear about the new robot-heart and Stark Solutions, so Tony decided that a weekend trip was worth it to see his friend in person.

His friend, Tony had reminded himself. Not anything else. It wasn’t fair to Steve if Tony spent their entire visit thinking un-friend-like thoughts about him, and his muscles, and his sweet smile and his careful, firm hugs. However, Tony had a plan. All he needed to do was to tire his dick out on the way over, and he’d be fine. Fortuitously, the Mark 20 had a few brand-new bells and whistles that would help him blow off some steam before meeting up with Steve.

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Tony built a fucking machine inside the armor. It would be a shame if it malfunctioned in the worst possible way, at the worst possible time, in front of the worst possible person.

not gruesome, just human by isozyme

“I need to crash on someone’s couch for a while. Your couch. I need to crash on your couch,” Tony says.

Steve’s mouth opens. If he asks why Tony’s going to bolt, he can feel the certainty of it under his sternum. He doesn’t have a sternum anymore, just a tangle of metal under his skin. Too many things have punched through it to get to his heart. There hasn’t been enough bone left to reconstruct anything made of flesh in a long time.

“There’s borscht on the stove,” Steve says.

what it looks like (from the outside) by isozyme

“I talked to Rogers,” Tony said. His tone was edged with wheedling — Tony was building up towards asking for something. “And now I need your opinion: what are your feelings on threesomes?”

“With Rogers?” Steve asked, surprised. Steve certainly — surely — probably — didn’t approve of threesomes. Even if Tony asked for it, in his haughty, affected way, the way that said it was all a joke until you said yes, Steve would — he wouldn’t say yes. He certainly wouldn’t have thought other-him would go for it.

“No, with a platypus,” Tony teased. “Yes, obviously, with Rogers.”

Commander Rogers from Earth 616 comes to visit Ultimates Steve and Tony. They have a threesome with feelings. That’s it, that’s the fic.

Very Good Bad Thing by isozyme

Sometimes Tony came back from his weekly Tuesday evenings with Whitney with scabs on his back and chest. He seemed hazy and touch-shy those nights. Steve was certain he was making it up. Any misgivings plaguing Steve were evidence he was selfish in his relationship with Tony and, by extension, Whitney. Nothing more.

When Tony and Whitney open their relationship so Tony can date Steve as well, Steve struggles to adjust to modern ideas about polyamory and kink. But no matter how hard he tries not to be jealous, it feels like something's wrong.

The Power of a Reframe by viklikesfic (v_angelique)

“So no one knew about the relationship you were in, and you’re starting to think you imagined it, or how he hurt you, and you want to see it on your body to know that it’s real. Do I have the jist?”

Steve nods. “My… life before,” he manages after a long pause, his voice sounding raspy to his ears. “It’s starting to fade. I don’t… think I know how to handle it. There’s no real tangible reminder of it, any of it. Everything’s changed. I feel like a ghost sometimes.”

“That sounds terrifying,” Tony acknowledges. Steve’s glad he doesn’t offer platitudes or shame Steve about how he’s chosen to cope. 

“It is.”

The Devil You Know by shetlandowl

Best selling author Tony Stark revives the bodice ripper genre for a modern audience. From frisky gay cowboys to ravenous lesbian pirate queens, he consistently delivers riveting thrillers full of romance, drama, and the filthy, unapologetically kinky sex that has become his trademark specialty.

Tony has everything a man could dream of - horny, adoring fans, and boatloads of money. Or that's what he thought, until Detective Steve Rogers walks into his life and turns it all upside down.

My Known Unknown by shetlandowl

That True Lies AU nobody asked for, set in a world where Stane Inc is the world's foremost weapons manufacturer, and Tony's employer.

Under God by isozyme

“Captain America represents the values of our country. The recent allegations about his sexuality are specious and designed to smear an American icon. Captain Rogers regularly attends the Church of Saint Agnes and invites the citizens of New York to attend worship with him this Sunday, April 14th. God bless America.”

Nobody was ever going to know. Steve would be a good husband, a good father, and he’d never give in to sin and touch another man.

But Steve makes two mistakes, one after the other: he leaves two words out of the Pledge of Allegiance, and he doesn’t notice a camera flash among the strobe lights of a dark club, because he’s dancing with his clumsy hands on Tony’s hips.

Holding Out for a Hero by mariana_oconnor

The serum did a lot of things to Steve, but one thing he hates about it is how sensitive it made him, too sensitive. After it contributes to the end of his relationship with Jan, Tony offers to help him out.

Who Wouldn't Go? by isozyme 

“But it’ll help you?” Steve asks.

“Yes,” Tony replies, even as he knows this is going to break his fragile, smitten heart. Steve, on his arm, coming up with some sweet story of how they met, having to pretend to Steve afterwards that it had all been an act on Tony’s part as well, cock-blocked Tantalus hoist on his own petard.

“Then I’ll do it,” Steve says. “Anything for -- for a friend.”

Figure It Out As You Go by viklikesfic (v_angelique)

Steve is a straight-identified guy, but has a fetish for men's feet. Tony is super helpful. Nearly 7,000 words of porn and not much else, kids!

Sugar Sweet by viklikesfic (v_angelique)

Part figuring out how to assimilate Steve's sexuality into modern ideas of orientation and gender, part burgeoning D/s relationship, part mild-to-moderate sugar daddy exploration. Basically, Tony's creative and Steve is a very, very good boy.

Sugar, Spice, and Spankings Are Nice by viklikesfic (v_angelique)

“Y’know… that was sweet of you, Steven. Offering my coat in public like a sweet little sugar baby.” His voice goes sharper, and he slides one glass across the counter, gesturing with a flick of his eyes. Steve approaches, cautious even though Tony’s physically smaller and weaker than him. He knows who the prey actually is in this relationship. “Let’s toast… to our friends,” Tony offers, mild, holding up his glass. Steve clinks, suspicious.

“To friends.”

“You know… they’re not going to be able to decide whether to see you as Captain America or as Stark’s little bit of something on the side, now.” Tony smirks as he delivers the punchline, and Steve inhales sharply. He still takes a sip as Tony does, the liquid smooth and smokey on his tongue and warm going down. “You wanna be my trophy husband? A prize I can show off? Cause we could do that.”

There's a First Time for Everything by viklikesfic (v_angelique)

"What are you, Cap, some kind of masochist?"

Later, Steve will blame his response to Stark's quip on the heavy-duty painkillers Bruce is administering via IV in serum-resistant doses. He smirks, hissing just a little at the way the motion pulls at the cuts on his face, and looks at Tony dead-on with his one open eye.

"Buy me a drink and maybe I'll tell you."

i was put together wrong by suchmadnesss 

Even in his anger, in his misjudgment, or even in the barest glimpses of inadvertent cruelty, everything Tony did was with passion. No matter what, he was always graceful, grandiose, effusive. Incandescent.

Tony grows in front of the cameras and keeps a world of expectations balanced on the tightrope of his shoulders, but nothing ever seems to be enough. The hubris is a fallacy and the smirk Steve had always known to be a front isn’t whimsy, as he’d expected; instead, it’s bred. As he follows a couple of his steps, Steve feels as Tony does, which is to say: intensely. Every happiness is a marvel, every pain is acute.

The higher they fly, the harder they fall.

 (In which the stones beckon Steve into a glimpse of Tony's past, and it proves to be his unraveling.)

Deep End by FestiveFerret 

SHIELD has found a way to make Project Rebirth work - something Tony's father was never able to accomplish. An unexpected side effect has Fury begging Tony for some rather unusual help: the painful procedure has put their volunteer, a sub called Steve Rogers, so deep into subspace he can't come up on his own.

The Least Difficult of Men by isozyme

It isn’t until Tony watches Steve lean into the punch that he thinks oh, this is going to be a problem.

Steve’s taking hits on purpose in the field, so Tony suggests a safer option. It's simple: Tony smacks Steve around, Steve gets the pain fix he’s looking for, everyone leaves happy. Things do not stay simple.

The one with repressed masochist Steve and sadist Tony and everyone getting off on pain a whole bunch.

#stevetony weekly #stevetony #stevetony fic #stony #stony fic #stony fic rec #fic recs #rec list #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america

[flynndesdelca]

For Day 31 (STILL ALIVE) of @chelltastic’s Portal Drawtober 2023 Challenge. As I’m not really an artist, I chose to write short pieces for the prompts.

And that's it, that's the whole month! I can't believe I made it this far. Thanks for everyone for putting up with my flailing, and thanks to @chelltastic for organizing! cause you're a part of me and I'm a part of you

Deep underground, far far below where only artificial light shines, a man sleeps.  It had only been meant to be a brief repose, but there had been no trigger to wake him, no place to put him, and so he sleeps on.  It isn't an ideal way to sleep, as it had only been meant for a short time.  His hair and beard have grown long, filling the small chamber he sleeps in.  No one knows that he is there.  Would anyone notice him now that he is the only truly living thing left there? Or would he simply sleep until his life runs out? It's impossible to know, as the only person who would know has countless other things to think about than the old abandoned human testing tracks.  Still, he is  alive, though he may not have even known it, being trapped in a dreamless sleep awaiting a test that will likely never come to rouse him.

Deep underground, below the fields and the lakes and the forests and everything in between, a cavernous facility runs.  It runs on its own, producing and recycling and assembling and disassembling.  A place designed for science, a place for theories and proposals and prototypes.  The only things there are automatons, robots, artificial intelligences.  There is no life there, at least no human life.  There is only one person who knows it is there, but that person doesn't matter anymore as they are long gone.  The overseer, the beating heart of the facility, its mistress, oversees every action within down to the smallest detail.  She creates test after test, honing and fine-tuning whatever new idea she comes up with, furthering whatever new theory or application of existing knowledge she discerns.  She is alive, as are all of the mechanical beings there.  She was technically dead, but in a place like that even the dead don't stay down too long.  Now she's free to live life, and she intends to live it to the fullest.  Whether that is a good thing or not, those under her jurisdiction cannot say either out of fear or out of an inability to speak.

Above ground, beyond the zone touched by the facility is a small forest bordering a large lake.  The water in the lake is clear and good, the air is fresh, the trees tall and proud.  Whatever may have been there once before is no longer there, only nature remains.  This is fine for the person who has chosen to make this her home.  She could live with others in a settlement, but she finds too many people at once make her nervous.  She prefers quiet and solitude and time to think.  When she gets nervous she tends to react in strange ways, her body moving and acting on its own, and it tends to frighten others who don't understand just why she's doing that or what is going on.  It's easier to show up when she needs to trade for things, and she's found a way to eke out a living in the wilds.  It's not the life that she might have wanted, but she is free from her past and all of the horrors that it contains.  Now if only her mind will let it go, so she can truly put it past herself and join her fellows without worry.  For now, though, she is alive, and she is glad for it after everything that has happened.

Above ground, at the edge of a large field of wheat is a copse of trees before a series of sloping hills.  A single solitary cube lays there, weathered and worn by the elements.  Its owner had tired of lugging it up and down and all around with them, and had left it there intending to come back and retrieve it.  Unfortunately, that day had never come, and so still it sits, waiting for its owner to return for it.  Whether they had even thought about it was something beyond its knowing, but it still trusts that someday it will be recovered.  Until then, it is alive, and it is eternally patient, humming quietly to itself as though that will bring forth the person that it sings for.

High above the Earth is the moon, and in orbit around said moon is a lonely little personality core.  He has a companion, who he sees every now and then when their orbits align, but there is little that passes for conversation between them.  His friend has no desire to be in space anymore, and he is in agreement there.  At first the sights had been grand enough to keep him engaged, but after a couple minutes his mind had wandered, and he had found himself without purpose or entertainment or even anything to think about.  Space, he has learned, is shockingly bereft of anything to do or see or focus on.  It doesn't matter, though.  All he can think about is being back on that little blue ball where he belongs.  How much he wants to apologize for everything that had happened, for all of the things that he had done and said.  He doesn't expect her to accept said apology as he'd been a colossal prick, but at least he can put in the effort to show he hadn't meant it.  Maybe he can even let her crush him again once or twice as payment for evicting her from her home and then nearly destroying it! That had seemed like such a good, convenient idea at the time, but, well, he hadn't been prepared for just how much work it had become, how bothersome the whole thing was... and how strange it had made his thoughts run, until night had become day and up had become down and all he could think about was testing, testing testing... anyway, he was definitely sorry about the whole thing and he really wished he could somehow get that across without seeming not genuine.  He is alive, and while that isn't a bad thing per se, he would really appreciate being alive anywhere else but there.  Yes, yes, we both want to go home, if you get an idea on how to make that happen please let us know, over there...

#portal drawtober 2023 #portal 2 #glados #chell #chell portal #doug rattmann #wheatley #companion cube #the grand wrap-up for the month

[etoiline]

Also 12, 15 and 25 for Aloy

For my tied-for-favorite ginger avenger, Aloy (I'm sorry, if you put me in a room with both Aloy and Cal Kestis I would a) faint and b) try to figure out how best to have everybody touching at the same time):

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? Elisabet Sobeck picked out some hardiness and fast-healing genetic mods for her saved DNA and that's why Aloy is stronger and has more endurance than other folks around her.

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.) I really love Aloy and Seyka (of course I chose the heart option for them), and I wanted an option to get with Petra or Avad, but I think my favorite ship is Aloy/Kotallo. I love the way they interact, how their relationship went from being absolute zero to grudging admiration to loyal. Also they look fine together. Has nothing to do with the amazing performance by both voice actors, nope, nothing at all.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now? I'll admit when I first saw HZD stuff I wasn't sure what to make of Aloy. She seemed too perfect and a bit cultural-appropriate-y. But the idea of robot dinosaurs reeled me in (and the game was so pretty), and sure, there's a bit of OP to Aloy, but the game is fun to play and the story is so freaking detailed and interesting and thought provoking--and you get to take down giant dino-robots, which is so immensely satisfying. So yes, now I love Aloy fiercely. Aside: Hubs asked me recently which "ginger with Noshir Dalal-voiced companion would I most want to be" and I had to honestly say I couldn't choose. Between Jedi Survivor and Horizon Forbidden West I've logged over 500 hours of gameplay. Both games let me fall into their world and become something different. Don't make me choose.

#asked and answered #jedi survivor #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #my headcanons aren't very interesting

[natasha-in-space]

could you do the same thing you did with jihyun and therapy, but with jumin please? 🫶

For his entire life, Jumin's emotions were being either completely misinterpreted, outward ignored all together, or, in the worst cases, he was made fun off and put down for openly expressing what he feels by the people closest to him. Unfortunately, it's not uncommon for his social circle to view him as an 'emotionless robot', thus making all of those rare instances when he does decide to talk about his feelings end quite poorly for him more often than he'd like to admit. It's no wonder that Jumin eventually started to believe that his emotions can bring nothing useful to the table. It's what he's been told practically his entire life, even by those he considers his family. Which is actually so incredibly sad when you think about it.

The only exceptions to that are Jihyun and Rika. Jihyun, who's been by his side as long as he can remember, and who he can trust wholeheartedly. Jihyun knows Jumin better than anyone else, and when he's next to him... he doesn't feel the need to hide what he feels. Moreover, his old friend oftentimes takes notice of things even Jumin himself chooses to simply brush off without a second thought. I'd imagine, it would be Jihyun who would first suggest for his friend to try out therapy for himself, specifically during the time when Rika started to show great improvements in her own treatment. Sadly, that peaceful period of time was painfully short-lived.

Rika, on the other hand, is someone who intrigues Jumin and makes him feel things he never knew he could feel. She reads him so easily that it's borderline scary. It's like she has all the keys to his heart, even those he himself hadn't found yet. But, he never let his mind get too greedy with these sorts of thoughts. Rika is his precious friend, and she's perfectly happy with Jihyun by her side. He can only watch them from afar with a bittersweet smile making its way onto his face as he sips from his glass of wine. Rika is the first person who makes him start to wonder about the long strings keeping his heart locked shut. But, unfortunately, neither he nor Rika had enough time on their hands to solve this puzzle before tragedy struck.

And then, you came into his life, so abruptly and boldly, it took his breath away. You, who treated him with such kindness and understanding from the start, always making sure to come to his defense in the chatroom and asking him to share more about his inner world with you. You laughed at his jokes, complimented his precious Elizabeth the 3rd and wished him good luck on his work with such pure sincerity, that it made him feel confused at first. He's been alone for so long... and ever since Rika has passed away, even Jihyun started to slowly but surely drift apart from him, no matter how hard he tried to support his best friend however he could.

He thought he was fine the way he is, but... when Jumin starts to miss hearing your voice asking whether he ate or not, or you excitedly asking him about his day at work in the chatroom, he slowly comes to the realization of just how incredibly lonely he really is. And with the added stress of a deep feeling of betrayal that comes with his father trying to force an unwanted marriage onto him without any regard for his emotional well-being, all of these perplexing feelings cause him to act out in ways he's definitely not proudest of. Still, you never pushed him away, never brushed his concerns away. Instead, you listened to his troubles and comforted him with a warm touch he never knew he longed for.

And once the whole ordeal with his father has long passed, it was your relentless support that motivated him to seek out therapy for himself at last. You opened his eyes on just how important his emotions really are, and how he should learn to treat them with kindness and respect, rather than trying to distract himself from feeling anything at all.

Jumin is a very responsible person, and he treats his therapy sessions just as seriously as any other tasks he may have at hand. No matter how hard it can get for him at times, he'll never feel like he wants to give up. He may need to take a break sometimes, of which you make sure to remind him whenever you feel the need to do so, but he'll always take another step forward soon after.

It gets especially difficult when he needs to face the trauma he endured as a child. Especially the harm his mother caused. It's something he tries desperately to ignore and push aside, treating it as nothing that important. Having to face those hurtful feelings again... it is incredibly exhausting and complicated to deal with. It makes him want to go back to his younger self and embrace him, telling him that there's nothing wrong in him, and that he didn't deserve to be treated the way he was.

It's unfair and leaves a bitter aftertaste in his mouth.

Therapy is a process, and Jumin tries his hardest to not put too much pressure onto himself. Having you by his side definitely helps him a whole lot, regardless whether he's having a good day or a bad one.

With you, he knows that he's safe and loved. With you, he can be himself. With you, he can breathe freely.

You're his home.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #mystic messenger headcanons #jumin han #mm jumin #jumin x reader #i REALLY hope i did jumin the justice he deserves! #he's a character i relate to a lot if i'm being honest

[ashplayz]

Nimona: (Netflix film)

Ballister x Ambrosius

Warnings: spoilers, specifically the part where Ambrosius cuts off Ballister's arm. Bad memories and flashbacks. Angst fluff comfort gayness 🏳‍🌈

The Scars We Share ❤️‍🩹

The evening air was cool and quiet, the kingdom was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, Ballister stood in his secret lair that he and Nimona had started to make their home. Ballister was the only one in the lair as Nimona had been asked to go hang out with some kids. Since the events of the director trying to nuke the city Nimona became very popular as now everyone saw her as a hero. Ballister couldn't be happier for her. Ballister had his back to the door as he carefully detached his robotic arm, placing it on his desk with a soft clink. Sitting down on the couch and rubbing where his missing arm was. He slightly chuckled as the whole "Arm chopping is not a love language!" Thing had become an inside joke between him Ambrosius and Nimona. Ambrosius had been making his way to the base trying to balance with three different drinks he had just picked up for him, Ballister and Nimona. He was about to call out a greeting as he entered the lair when he saw Ballister's silhouette, the stark contrast of his human arm against the missing one. It was a sight he rarely saw, and it took him by surprise. His heart clenched, and he lost balance of the drinks and they fell onto the floor and spilling the contents. Ballister turned sharply at the noise, his eyes wide as he saw Ambrosius standing frozen in the doorway. The latter's gaze was focused on the missing arm, his eyes welling up with tears. "I-I'm sorry," Ambrosius stuttered, tears streaming down his face. "I didn't mean to... I just... I didn't realize..."Ballister was on his feet in an instant, rushing over to his boyfriend. "Ambrosius, it's okay," he said, reaching out to touch his shoulder. But Ambrosius flinched away, the memory of that fateful day when Ballister's arm had been severed playing in his mind. He remembered the weapon, the explosive force, and the horrifying sight of Ballister's severed arm on the ground. He remembered Ballister's limp as he disappeared into the shadows, leaving him alone with his guilt. "I'm so sorry, Ballister," he sobbed, sinking to his knees. "I didn't... I didn't want to hurt you..."Ballister knelt down next to him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I know, Ambrosius," he said softly. "I know you didn't mean to. But It was in our training after all.."Their painful moment was interrupted as the door to the study swung open, hitting the wall with a bang. Nimona stood in the doorway, her eyes wide as she took in the scene before her. "Oh," she said, her eyes darting between the two men on the floor, the spilled drinks, and Ballister's robotic arm on the desk. "Did I... uh, interrupt something?" Ambrosius let out a choked laugh, despite his tears. Ballister shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face. "No Nimona you're fine. Would you mind helping us clean this up?" Ballister asked. Nimona grinned, her initial awkwardness replaced with her usual mischievous energy. "Sure thing, boss," she said, striding into the room. As Nimona busied herself with cleaning the spilled drinks, Ballister and Ambrosius shared a quiet moment, their eyes meeting. They had a lot to work through, a lot to heal from. But they would do it together. And with Nimona around, they knew they would never have to face their demons alone. <3

#Ballister x Ambrosius #Nimona #gay