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chalkscene · 6 months

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tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3

this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”

“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”

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mugiwara-lucy · 9 months

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Question do you think Yamato could actually take on early Shippuden Sasuke? He mentioned that he wasn’t serious against Sasuke because he was considering Sakura and Naruto’s feelings.

Since he was relative to Kakashi at that point in time, I would say….high difficulty given Sasuke’s curse mark!

#anonymous #asks #replies #now after he forms taka….no

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tea-drops · 1 year

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hhh mental overstim so strong. physically feel like ants are crawlingin my skin from seeing ants earlier. A friend in a different country is haivng a panic attack when they just got into work and im trying to calm them down , my skin is still uncomfy. i m trying to listen to sp*t*ke to calm down but im hyperaware. someone's asking me for modded mcyt reccs. My whole body is itching and i feel diseased.

#-william?#im suffering #i dont even jnow mtrying to also use some other stuff to calm down #it aint workin #my friend can't reply rn i think #so im ognna #gonna taka a shower #and then maybe stay up forver and watch youtube and play games?#ill try i cant think

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grimzeyedits · 1 year

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how should i format a playlist rq ? :o

whatever makes sense to you! maybe like whatever character its focused on then the vibe or similar artists/artists to avoid but idk thats just how i'd format it.

#while making this post when i put the replycon in he was so small and idk if its gonna be that way when this posts but...tiny taka... /pos #[marvy gives an answer!]#[reply icon by: servingcocoa]

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picnokinesis · 8 months

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How do you think Delgado!Master would feel if he could see what he's become? Do you think he would respect Dhawan!Master?

Oh, this is SUCH a fascinating question, and I'm ashamed to say that I'm definitely not the most qualified to answer it because my Delgado!Master knowledge is extremely limited...however! Based on what I do know of him (which might be somewhat incorrect, so please anyone feel free to correct me) I think there are two key difference with Dhawan!Master compared to Delgado that would strike him:

First - if I've read the room right, Delgado!Master's whole thing is basically 'my spouse got exiled to this random boring planet, so I'm going to go there and cause problems to keep him from getting bored'. All those evil schemes are just part of a game for the Doctor and the Master - playing chess across time and space, so to speak (or just kiss chase, as I believe it is put at one point SKKS). But with Dhawan, it's very different. I don't think Thirteen quite gets that, actually, which is part of the problem - but this whole thing is no longer a game to the Master anymore. Because after everything he discovered in the Matrix, he (mistakenly) believes that the history between him and the Doctor will no longer mean anything to her. That they're no longer equals, that he's just another pet to her. In reality, she IS completely done with him - but that's because of her believing that Missy betrayed her, combined with all the awful things he's done this time around. She thinks he's still playing that old game, and she's tired of it, tired of the death and destruction that he causes just to get her attention. But it's not a game anymore. Not to him.

Second - one of the CORE traits that defines the Master both in classic who and in nuwho is their desperate will to survive, right? They'll do anything just to get more regenerations, more life - stealing bodies, getting cults to resurrect them, etc. etc. But Dhawan!Master....he doesn't care anymore. He's done. At times he's apathetic about dying (see: the moment in TTC when he muses about how the Death Particle could have gone off when he used the TCE on Ashad, and how he wouldn't have even minded that) and other times he's actively seeking it out (see: him goading the Doctor into committing murder-suicide at the end of TTC). I'd even go so far as to say his main aim for his whole regeneration is to die with the Doctor - because if they didn't begin together, then at least they can end together. She can kill the two of them with the Death Particle, or he can steal her body and BECOME her - because even the whole forced regeneration thing wasn't ANYTHING to do with the Master trying to get her regenerations, but rather everything to do with the Master not wanting to be the Master anymore. I actually think he almost hoped that someone WOULD kill him when he was the Doctor, or that the process itself would kill him, because then that would have been another way in which they died together, if that makes sense.

So like - I think those things are pretty stark differences, right? And I don't know enough about Delgado to say how he's react to those differences, or whether he'd respect Dhawan!Master or not...but, as a rule, whilst the Doctor seems to hate their other regenerations on sight, the Master appears to be quite friendly (or even VERY friendly) with themself when they interact with previous/future regenerations. So I think that Delgado would have some respect for him - he might even feel the same as him, if he knew everything that Dhawan knew. I don't know though - he might be annoyed at Dhawan!Master's impulsivity and how erratic he can be, compared to how calm and restrained Delgado!Master often appears to be.

However. That said. One thing that always, always defines the Master, and probably always will, is that their connection with the Doctor drives everything that they do. And I reckon that if Delgado met Dhawan!Master...saw Gallifrey destroyed, saw all that stuff buried in the Matrix about the Timeless Child, found out that it was the Doctor...I honestly think he would have just nodded and been like yes. This was the correct reaction. Because the Master says in TTC that he did it because he was angry about what it meant about him, and his identity, rather than anything to do with the Doctor. And, of course, he's a selfish idiot, so that was definitely a part of it. But I also think that a significant motivator was because they built up the Time Lord society on top of ground drenched in the Doctor's blood. And no-one is allowed to hurt the Doctor except the Master. And that, if nothing else, I'm sure Dhawan!Master and Delgado!Master can agree on.

#taka replies #anon #doctor who #the master #sacha dhawan #roger delgado #thoschei #dhawan!master #delgado!master #thirteenth doctor #the doctor #thirteen #this was SUCH a good ask and made me wish i knew more about delgado master RIP ME #maaaaaan i've been thinking about this all day though #long post

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moldcursed · 2 years

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pretty boy.

see, now this is EXACTLY the type of behavior and name calling that usually ends up with ethan in takayuki's lap, kissing him senseless, and then getting bent over his desk.

quite the win-win situation, if he does say so himself.

#taaboh #suggestive tw #— * ❛ our blood got mixed up so i guess we belong to each other. ╱ 𝐝𝐲𝐧 : taaboh.#— * ❝ do me a favor and 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃. ╱ answered asks.#// i could have made this a proper reply but no. it gets to be a silly little thing.#// ANYWAY THO #// listen. can u IMAGINE the amount of times that this shit happens.#// ethan comes to visit him in his office and then taka compliments him and ethan gets all WEAK #// and then it ends up with them fucking over the desk. they are horrible

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heyimroe · 1 year

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Tr Men opening a bottle for you

Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Ran & Rin, Baji, Sanzu, Hanma & Kisaki

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Content: fluff

Summary: You can't open a bottle and they help you open it

Please don't steal my post

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Mikey:

"Mikey!!" You shout across the hall as he was about to leave for work."Hm? What is it, y/n?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Help me open this bottle. Please," you say while giving him puppy eyes. He chuckles at your request and opens the bottle with ease. "Thanks, Mikey." You say quietly. He smiles at you, "You're welcome. " as he leaves for work.

Draken:

You sit in your seat as you struggle to open a coke bottle. "You need help?" He says while walking towards you. "Yes, please." You turn behind and say. He comes to you and takes the bottle, opening it and drinking some of the liquid inside it. "Ken!!" You whine while pouting your lips. He grins at your reaction, "Your welcome, baby." He says while pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Mitsuya:

You knock on the door as he says you can come in. "Taka-" you were about to ask him something but saw he was busy with his sewing machine. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were busy," you say while closing the door. He stops his sewing machine and turns to you. "It's okay, y/n. What's wrong?" He asks, his eyes sinking into yours. "Can you open this for me?" You ask, embarrassed a bit as he takes the bottle from your hand. "Here you go," he says after opening and giving it to you. "Thanks, Taka" giving him a kiss before leaving.

Ran:

"Ran, can you help me?" You ask your boyfriend as he leisures on the sofa. "I'm busy, y/n." He replies. The disappointment on your face made him feel guilty. As you were walking away, he stops you. "Wait, y/n." He sighs, "What'd need help with?" You give him the bottle and asking to open it. He quickly opens it and gives it to you. "Thanks, Ran." You says as you skip away happily.

Rin:

You and Rin were at home on your shared bed. He laid on your lap, scrolling mindlessly on his phone while you were trying to open a mineral water bottle. "How long do I have to watch you struggle til you ask me?" He says while turning his phone off. "Rin, help me please." You plead, watching him get up and taking the bottle from your grasp. He opens it easily and hands it to you. "Thanks, Rin." You smile as he pecks a kiss on your lips.

Baji:

You and Baji sat lazily on the carpet at Chifuyu's apartment. "Here are the drinks." Chifuyu says as he sets them down on the carpet. "Oh, y/n. Let me help you open it!" Taking the bottle from your hands but was stopped by Baji. "Who d'you think you are?" He mutters while grabbing the drink from his palms. Opening it with ease as he gives it to you as you stare at both of them as they start arguing. "I was just trying to help her!" Chifuyu shouts. "Are you her boyfriend?" Baji snaps.

Sanzu:

"Haru!" You shout across the ball while running to him. "Hm? What is it, baby?" He says while holding the remote and pressing random buttons, eyes fixated on the screen. "Help me open this," you say while handing him the bottle. He lets go of the remote and opens the bottle. Throwing the cap away and giving you the bottle. "There," he mumbles while looking at the screen still. "Thanks, haru." You say, kind of dissappointed he was still paying attention to the television.

Hanma:

"Shu-" you were confused as Hanma was nowhere in sight though he was just there a second ago. Your confused phase didn't notice his towering figure behind you. "You need something, doll?" He asks, his voice startling you and amused him. "Do you need help with the bottle?" He asks, you nod and he instantly opened it with no problem. "There," he says while patting your head as he walks away.

Kisaki:

Kisaki sat in his study as you come in. "Tetta, are you busy?" You ask as he puts down his papers. "No, why?" He replies as you walk in. "Help me open this bottle, please." You ask while feeling a bit embarrassed. He takes it from your grasp and opens it easily. He gives it back to you and pulls you down on his lap as you gasp. "There, now stay with me til I'm done."

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mitsuyeaah · 11 months

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just you.

— takashi mitsuya x f! reader

cw: angst (hurt/comfort), slight fluff, reader is an emotional wreck, mitsuya being a wholesome boyfriend, pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling), swearing.

a/n: happy birthday to the man who owns my url, taka-ちゃん!!! i love him with all my heart <3

“baby, is there something wrong?” you quickly looked up from your study notes, the sudden voice coming from the man in front startling you. you knew who it was. takashi, your boyfriend. he has been nothing but an absolute sweetheart, and the best boyfriend you could’ve asked for but lately, you’re emotions have been all over the place and you’ve unfortunately been projecting in on your relationship.

his lilac gaze looked down at you, stern yet a hint of worry glossing over the pretty hue. you have been ignoring him, and not because of what he did, no, takashi would never do anything to hurt you. it was because of the raging emotions within your chest, swirling into nothing but a sea of confusion, anger, and hate. and all of it was directed to no one but you.

you felt like utter shit. all the stress from your studies, the expectations, the grades you had to maintain, all of it was getting to you. you felt like you weren’t enough—for anyone, for yourself, and most especially, for your boyfriend who happened to receive the nasty end of your emotional turmoil.

you held his gaze for a few seconds before dropping it back down to your notes. letting out a sigh, you rested your chin on your palm while keeping your eyes on the papers in front of you, “don’t you have a class?” you mumbled. the familiar pain in your chest made itself known. takashi didn’t deserve this from you but you couldn’t help it, you wanted to be left alone with your thoughts.

takashi let out a defeated sigh, “can you please just talk to me? did i do something wrong?” his voice was louder this time, desperate to get answers from you. you’ve been ignoring his messages today, all the updates of his whereabouts and what he was doing were delivered but unread. no reply, no nothing.

now, takashi knew you were a busy woman but despite that, you would have let him known first thing in the morning if you were unable to reply to his messages throughout the day. you always let him know, and this behaviour coming from you was out of character. clearly there was something wrong.

students that were near the table you sat on glanced your way, some annoyed from the sudden noise that came from your boyfriend. takashi was a patient man but he also had a limit, and that was exactly where he was at the moment.

you obliged when he asked to talk outside of the library, away from the deafening silence, from all the students there as to not disturb any of their peaceful study time. the two of you sat on a nearby bench under the tree, the cool spring breeze dancing around your figures.

“now, will you please tell me what’s wrong? is it me? have i done something?” his torso faced you while you faced the greenery ahead, your eyes boring into endless hues of green that it almost burned your vision from how bright it was under the blazing sun.

“there’s nothing wrong, taka..” you sighed, slumping on the bench and covering your eyes. there was that familiar pain in your chest again, this time it was accompanied with tears brimming in your eyes. fuck, you didn’t even know why you were on the verge of crying. your emotions were all over the place. you hated it. you hated pushing takashi away.

“you’re a really bad liar, you know that? sweetheart, i’m not going to force you to but i just wish you’re more open with me.. i’m your boyfriend after all.”

the pain from your chest spread to your throat. a lump painfully stuck inside as you tried to form words, almost like it was holding you back from spilling every single thought that formed in your chaotic mind. you let out another sigh, this time it was shaky. you pressed your fingers further against your eyes as you felt tears escaping from underneath your eyelids.

“fuck.. i just— i don’t know, takashi. i just feel like i’m not good enough. for this degree, for myself, and for you.” your throat burned with every word that escaped your quivering lips, like it was something not to be spoken but instead, kept in the depths of your stormy raging thoughts.

takashi’s face fell. he didn’t hesitate to bring a hand up to your own, gently removing them to uncover your face. you looked away, averting your gaze from takashi because you knew the second you look at his face, you’d break down into an emotional mess. as if to guard your heart that now lay naked against your chest—feelings sprawled out in the open, you crossed your arms.

“darling.. please look at me.” takashi moved closer, closing the distance between your legs and reached for your tear-strained face. you let him angle your face to look him in the eye, almost leaning into his gentle touch. so gentle that you were afraid you were going to break it.

“i’m sorry. fuck, i’m just— i’m such a fucking mess right now and you don’t deserve to be treated like this. you’re such a wonderful individual, taka, and i’m just.. me. this mess of a human being.”

takashi stroked your cheeks with his thumb, not caring about getting it wet from your endless tears. your vision was too blurry that you couldn’t see the amount of adoration and love he had in his eyes, and it was all for you, and you only.

“god, you deserve someone else, takashi. someone who’s not an emotional wreck. someone who has the capacity to understand their emotions. someone who—”

“and that someone is you. you describe yourself like you’re the worst person to ever grace this earth. yes, you’re just you but that’s why i’m so in love with you.”

takashi cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs gently wiping the tears from your eyes. your vision was much clearer now. you could see and feel the burn of his loving gaze on you. he took one of your hands in his and tenderly kissed your knuckles while keeping eye contact. the warmth of his lips made you shiver slightly.

“baby, i couldn’t have asked for more when i gave my heart to you. it’s okay to feel this way. it’s okay to be a mess, it’s all part of being a human being.. but please don’t shy away from me. don’t push me away when you’re drowning in your emotions. i want to be there for you.”

and suddenly the sea of storm in your mind stilled. tears spilled from your eyes once again, your chest churning the regret of pushing him away. you hated how much effort he put into trying to understand you, you hated how patient he was with your confusing emotions because you knew he deserved someone else. someone better, even if it meant breaking your own heart.

normally, others would not have an ounce of trying to understand your emotions but not takashi. he was one of a kind. a man so full of love and gentleness that you could practically feel it seeping out of him.

“i’m sorry.. fuck, i’m so sorry for trying pushing you away. everything is just really overwhelming and i didn’t mean to project it on you, taka.” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in a tight hug. a hug that indicated how much he loves and cares for you.

“it’s okay. you’re okay. i love you.”

you sniffled, burying your face into the warmth of his chest. your nose engulfed with the familiar scent of vanilla bean. a scent that screamed comfort. takashi rubbed your back, whispering words of how much he loved you and how perfect you were in his eyes.

“i love you too, taka.”

you hated days like this. days where you felt like everything was against you, like the whole universe was telling you to ‘fuck off’ in the most vile way.

but you were ready to face them, you weren’t scared of your thoughts anymore. as long as you had takashi by your side, you weren’t going to give up. even if it felt like the whole world is against you.

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coreofgold · 6 months

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KID, sender loses a child that they’re caring for, only to end up finding them in receiver’s company. (Taka and Okabe)

Old Meme || @apothmuses

"This? This is a drawing for a sword. Yes, for a superhero, " Taka chuckled. "Cool, right? I make it with metal." He explained to the child when he heard someone calling for the kid.

#taka interacts #apothmuses #muse: okabe #mobile reply #weapons mention tw

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dellalyra · 5 months

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i can't stop thinking about what toru's parents would be like!!! his mother would definitely be the energetic type and his father would be extremely calm, and their freak out about seeing toru getting married or adopting megumi and tsumiki and then coming to akio too!! it fills my heart with love

See I always had it in my head that Satoru’s parents were either dead/not around or his father simply married to create a new Gojo heir and it wasn’t a happy childhood at all. Raised by nanny’s and as a weapon/God rather than a little boy.

However - this got me thinking.

Satoru’s mother is the Gojo, all white hair (not only with age) and pretty blue eyes. A talented sorcerer in her own right, was married by the clan elders to a son of another noble family. She protested and fought against it - going so far as to barricade herself in her room at the estate, slipping out the bedroom window and sliding down the ivy on the walls only to trip at the last minute and be caught by a pair of strong arms.

The young man recognises her immediately.

“You hurt?” He asks, righting her on her feet with gentle hands.

She freezes and stares at him.

All jet black hair with a hint of soft curls and beautiful eyes, ivory skin and a slightly shy look in his eyes. His height towered over her, all lean and slim.

“I’m guessing you’re the one they want to knock me up, then?” She says, hands on her hips and glaring.

“I - um - if you’re Gojo Izumi, then yes, I suppose so.” He flusters.

“That’s me. You are Takahiro, no?” She says, dusting off the light blue skirt she wore.

He just nods, attempting a smile at the stubborn and brash woman before him.

Safe to say, a marriage that started as a contract between two families, ended in a marriage of love.

Izumi was all excitement and enthusiasm, high energy and over the top everything, a powder keg temper and a lust for a good exorcism. Takahiro was her antithesis. Calm, quiet, subdued and relaxed - endlessly gentle and warm without a bone in his body meant for anger or violence. Yet, somehow - they worked. Both 18 when married, Satoru arrived 2 years later. Izumi wasn’t overly maternal - of course she adored her little boy but her favourite way to bond was to train with him, or bring him along on missions. Her pride in birthing the first Limitless and Six Eyes user in hundreds of years contributed to that. Izumi, in Satoru’s eyes, was the fun parent. She did ice cream for dinner and ‘don’t tell your father’ secrets. Izumi, although an only child of the late head of the Gojo clan, was refused the title herself on the grounds of being a woman. So when her father passed (she was delighted, the cranky old bastard) when Satoru was just 3 months old, the title immediately passed to him.

Takahiro was soft, gentle and kind. He read bedtime stories and made cocoa with marshmallows and helped tie his shoelaces and kissed any rare boo-boo that he got. His father’s deep voice would echo in his bedroom, soft lullabies and words of love helping the young boy drift to sleep.

His parents loved each other dearly, too - they were the model from which he learned to love. Completely, and without hesitation.

That’s how Takahiro knew. The first weekend that Satoru came home from Jujutsu Tech, he seemed different. He had wrote to them about the Geto boy, his best friend and the RCT trainee Ieiri, and his third classmate - the future head of the L/N clan, a prominent, exceptionally skilled family shunned by the elders many years ago for their rebellious nature. The look in his face changed when Izumi had asked over dinner what each of his classmates were like, and he got to the girl.

“Taka, she’s a lovely young girl - fiery as the rest of her clan and exceptionally beautiful, her mother assisted me on a mission a few years ago.” Izumi informed her husband of the L/N clan eldest.

Takahiro saw the red on the tips of his son’s ears.

“What’s her name, son?” He asked, cutting a piece of the chef’s specialty chicken.

“Y/N.” Satoru replied, with a dreamy edge to his voice that he had only heard before when his own voice had first called for Izumi.

It was no shock when 2 years later, you came home with Satoru to the Gojo estate for a portion of the break. The Gojo clan was so different to your own, who were fiery, passionate people and were completely family oriented, Christmas was spent in pyjamas by the fireplace with spiced cider flowing and cousins fighting over which film to watch and parents cuddled up on the sofa with their brood between them, and Christmas dinner served with love after being prepared (between food fights) by grandparents and their own grown children. The Gojo Christmas had a professionally decorated tree, and a chef to make a Christmas meal, gifts exchanged neatly and primly.

At least - that was what you expected.

You didn’t expect to pull up in a private car to a beautiful mansion only to have a tall, elegant woman with shining white hair bound down the steps.

“Show me her! Let me see, yes - hello Satoru, move now.” The woman smiled, moving her son, now taller than her to the side to get a better look at you.

“Hello, Gojo-sama. Thank you so much for inviting me.” You say, slightly terrified of the imposing woman (it’s clear she’s where Satoru gets his presence).

“Nonsense, child - Izumi is fine. Look at you, you look so like your mother! What a pretty little thing you are!” She says, excitedly squishing your cheeks and almost vibrating with excitement.

“Izumi, dearest, let the child breathe.” A tall man, about Satoru’s height, slim and pale with wavy inky black hair and soft eyes and smile approaches.

You go to open your mouth to greet him formally.

“No, no - Takahiro is what you’ll call me, little one. You are my little boy’s love, no need for such formalities.” He says, voice deep and soft and smooth as chocolate with a smile that reminds you of warm winter nights.

Satoru begins to walk inside, before a voice stops him.

“Gojo Satoru! Get down here and take your lady’s bag! Gosh, what have we raised?! A feral bear?!” Izumi shrieks.

The evening was spent eating a meal, indeed cooked by the families chef, and sitting drinking mulled wine in a beautiful drawing room. Izumi informed you that your own mother was a year below her in school, although she went to Kyoto where your family were staunchly Tokyo attendees. Izumi and you quickly made close friends, laughing and chatting away and answering every question the fascinated woman could think of. Takahiro, insisted on serving you extra food, saying that you just need the energy to keep up with his son, who quickly refutes that he can’t keep up with you. White Christmas began to play - and Izumi smiled widely, turning to look at her husband who groaned.

“Must we, ‘Zumi?” He whines, so like his son.

“We must.” She nods and drags him by the hand to dance a slow waltz with her.

You look at them, as Izumi smiles widely, perpetual buzz of adrenaline surrounding her - wrapped in the arms of her husband - a soothing balm in comparison.

You whisper to Satoru.

“I love your parents.”

He smirks, shrugging.

“Meh, they’re alright.”

When Suguru left - and the elders were all informed what had happened - Satoru’s phone rang showing his father’s contact.

Both Izumi and Takahiro were on the phone - with all seriousness, Izumi asks if there’s anyone else except you and Satoru there. You say no.

“We know how much Suguru means to you, Satoru - now listen to me, if you can find him - if you can convince him to come back, everything can be dealt with. We can keep you all safe - the elders won’t refuse us anything.” Izumi’s voice is cold and serious - completely embodying the role of the Mother of The Six Eyes.

You both knew he wouldn’t come back. Yet, Satoru felt safer knowing his parents were behind him.

2 years later, a knock sounds out through the apartment while you make yourself and Satoru a coffee.

“I’ll get it!” Shouts Tsumiki.

“Thank you, sweetie! It’s probably just Aunty Koko wanting some lunch.” You reply, living in the staff accommodation definitely served your best friend well.

You heard the door click, and some muffled voices - a man’s deep rumbling, a woman’s and a child’s.

Drying your hands, you walk out of the kitchen to see who was there.

In the doorway, stood Izumi and Takahiro - looking very, very confused.

“Oh, hey parents.” Satoru says, poking his head around the corner from the living room.

“Hello Satoru, hello lovely Y/N. We were in the city and thought we’d pop in to say hello since it’s been several months. Is this little one a niece or nephew?” Izumi asks you.

You blink.

“Huh? Tsumiki? Nah, she’s ours.” Satoru shrugs, as you realise he didn’t tell his parents about the Fushiguro kids.

Takahiro drops his Starbucks.

“I - would you like to come in for tea? It seems we all have some catching up to do.” You smile, rolling your eyes.

After they settle themselves on the sofa, a coffee in each parents hand - Tsumiki sitting beside you and Megumi beside Satoru - Satoru explains the situation.

“They… live with you? You’re starting the process to adopt?!” Izumi shrieks, Takahiro looks like he’s been hit by a truck.

“We’re hoping to, yes.” You nod, smiling, holding your boyfriend’s hand.

There’s silence for a moment, and Tsumiki re enters the room with a tray of cookies.

Izumi looks between both of the children, shellshocked.

Takahiro places his coffee down, and smiles at both of the children.

“Hello, children - what are your names?” He says, calmly and soothing - exuding an aura of calm safety.

“My name is Tsumiki, and this is my younger brother Megumi. I’m 8, and he’s 6.” The little girl smiles.

You could visibly see both the elders melt.

“Well then, Tsumiki and Megumi - I am your Ojiisan, and this is your Obaasan.” Takahiro says, patting them both on the head with his large hands.

Somehow, by bedtime that night - Takahiro had coaxed Megumi into showing him all of his National Geographic magazines, the older man’s calm nature a nice contrast to his adoptive parents chaotic selves. Izumi had also learned every piece of drama and gossip happening in 2nd Grade from Tsumiki, and was truly blown away by the audacity of Kinju saying that Nami’s new pink boots weren’t that cool and subsequently uninviting her to her Monster High birthday party.

3 years later

Izumi’s phone buzzed with a lunch invitation from her son, a rare occurrence outside holidays and planned visits. So she agreed, vaguely concerned something was wrong.

A small French cafe was their destination, full of decadent pastries for both Gojo’s to devour.

“Mother, I’ve asked you here because I need something.” He says.

Now that piqued her interest, Satoru had never wanted or needed for anything.

“Oh? What could it be?” She asks, sipping her tea.

Satoru lifts his sunglasses, looking her in the eyes.

“The ring.”

She almost drops the teacup.

“Satoru?! Are you finally going to ask her to marry you?! Oh, this is so wonderful! Gosh, I’ll go right away - it’s in my jewellery box at home and if you warp us there we can get it immediately and return so you can ask her right away!” She spews, grabbing her coat and purse.

“Mother - I have it all planned, I just need it by Saturday.” He smiles, taking her bag and putting it back down.

“Have you told your father? Tell me the plans! How will you ask her? Should we get the ring resized? My jeweller will do it in time for Saturday. The ring was your great grandmother’s. It’s truly beautiful, very delicate and the sapphire ” Izumi prattles off countless questions, enough to dizzy even Satoru.

The kids relationship with their Gojo grandparents was different to their relationship to your own mother, Ojiisan and Obaasan were people they liked very much and enjoyed being around, and were very spoiled by. Your own mother, their Baba, was someone they saw every week. They had sleepovers with their Baba, or Baba came to stay. Baba would sit them both on her knees and read them stories or teach them to bake. Your mother, despite being younger than Satoru’s parents, immediately became infatuated with the role of doting Baba - every Friday night they would stay with their Baba. Satoru had been greatly loved by his parents, yet as two high ranking sorcerers and both from noble families - his primary caregivers had been nannies throughout the day. Your Mama, had raised you herself with the help of your own grandmother - your family were close knit, and no nanny or external caregivers had been part of your childhood, and so it became the same for the children. Satoru fit perfectly into your family. His chaos matching theirs, his warmth and unconditional love far more suited to a less formal and traditional family as he spent his first Christmas in pyjamas watching Elf alongside you and all of the rest of the L/N clan, he realised that was how he wanted to love, and to live.

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You’ll Catch My Coldˏˋ°•*⁀➷

contains: mitsuya being sick, thats really it….

requests: open

a/n: i had this uncompleted in my drafts so i finished writing it n here i am uploading it!!! i kinda (only kinda) like it tbh so i hope you guys like it as well, just a reminder that requests are open!!!! please enjoy reading it <33

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It was 2pm at the moment, and I have been woken from my deep slumber that I promised myself I would get as a reward of my hard work during the academic year.

“Who the fuck wakes up at 2pm on the first day of summer vacation. And who the fuck even woke me up?” I ask myself as I rub my eyes to help clear my obscured vision.

My phone has been ringing for the past eternity, and it’s not shutting up.

I grab my phone to check who’s the asshole who’s been calling ever since the morning, only to find out that it’s my very dear boyfriend, mitsuya.

11 missed calls from taka <3

“oh shit, oh shit” I curse to myself as worry embraces me, spreading through my veins insidiously.

Did he die? Did something happen to him?

I ask myself these questions as I dial his number on my phone.

“pick up you idiot” i whisper to no one in particular.

“Luna, Mana, get the hell away from me.” I hear mitsuya on the other line cough up this sentence.

“Babe?” I ask

“y/n. Where the fu—hell have you been. I was starting to get worried, you idiot!” His voice, scratchy and full of cold, asked through the phone.

“Ahaaha…I have been…asleep…” I muttered shamefully and then added, “Are you okay though, you sound exhausted…and full of cold..”

“That’s the reason I ca—cough—ca—cough—” he stops to take a breath and continues “called. Luna and Mana are not leaving me alone and I dont want to spread my cold to them, the—cough—they’re trying to help me out which is pretty nice but I dont want them getting sick.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.” I say, getting up from my bed.

“I’ll get you some medicine on the way. Stay put, love you.” I add.

“Mhm, thank you—cough—Genuinely have n—cough—no idea what i’d do with—cough—without you, i love you so much.” he says in a weak, feeble voice.

“Oh shut it, I’m your girlfriend for a reason, dummy.” I replied.

“I’m—cough—I’m trying to be nice—cough—but anyway, b—cough—bye”

“Bye.” I giggle as I end the call. He’s so cute!

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I slowly open the door of Mitsuya’s house, expecting him to be asleep. I truly did not expect to hear yells and giggles coming out from both Mitsuya and his sisters, who are currently seated in the living room.

I tip toe to secretly steal a glance, only to be greeted by the scene of Luna sitting on top of mitsuya, who was laying on the couch, head on the couch’s armrest, and Mana standing beside that armrest, gawking at mitsuya straight in the eyes from above.

I couldn’t help but let out a giggle, which turned all the attention to me, and with that, both Luna and Mana ran straight up to me, hugging my lower torso.

“Y/n! You’re here!” one of the girls yelled in excitement, causing me to grin.

“Indeed I am! How do you girls think Mitsuya’s been feeling?” I ask, playing along with their ‘doctor’ game.

“Well—based on what I have seen, I think he has—uhhhh…a cough!” Luna says hesitantly as Mana nods.

I kneel down as I place the grocery bags I brought on the floor, trying to reach to their level, and say in a surprised manner “Oh, really?! Poor Mitsuya, he must he feeling awful, right? What do you guys recommend him to do?”

“Sleep!” Mana answers and Luna adds, “Yeah, I think he must rest well!”

“Exactly, now why don’t you girls go to your room while I make sure that Nee-san gets the sleep he needs so that we can all play together later?” I offer, excitingly, earning nods and ‘yeah, hurray!’ from one of them as they rush to their rooms.

I stand up again and approach Mitsuya, and Oh God. Exhaustion was painted all over his face, tired eyes begging to sleep and some messy hair.

“How are you feeling, Taka?” I ask softly.

“Take a guess, babe,” He responds sarcastically in a rough, scratched voice.

“Well, based on what your little doctors told me, not very well,” I joke as I bring my hand to his forehead, and as expected, he was burning up.

“Woah, what an absolute genius you are, babe” he coughs.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I get that all the time, but anyway, do you wanna head to your room? I’ll make you some food before handing you your medicine and then you can head to sleep and I’ll take care of the girls for tonight,”

“Sounds good to me, I think my head is about to explode,” He winces as he tries to get up in a vain attempt.

“Take it easy, Taka, let me help you,”

And with that, I help him up and make sure he walks without stumbling and breaking a bone to his room. I grab some water and place it beside his nightstand.

“You can sleep while I make the food if you want, but it shouldn’t take long,” I mention as I lean in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah I think I’ll stay awake—b—cough—but you stay away from me- or else you—cough—you’ll catch my cold—“ He coughs again.

“Oh don’t be silly, of course I’ll catch your cold, but you’ll take care of me the next,” I grin as I begin making my way out of his room.

“I don’t know how I ended up being with you, but I’m not complaining,” he faintly mutters to himself, smiling softly at no one in particular.

He does realise that even if you make silly jokes sometimes, he’s indeed the luckiest man on earth to have you beside him.

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