"Stop. Moving," Toji Groans, Sleepily, As He Tightens His Arms Around You And Buries His Face Into Your

gojo reminds me of 2010 justin bieber

they’re literally the same person HELP

333 .. スパーク 📎 i'll mop the floor with you

song 13! 360 + sakusa kiyoomi

360, when you’re in the mirror, do you like what you see? when you’re in the mirror, you’re just looking at me —charli xcx

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader, wc: 746, established relationship, fluff, very deep (song is misleading), sakusa kiyoomi contemplates the meaning of love and how it’s changed him as he stands in the mirror, boy was finding a plot for this song a challenge

part of my spotify wrapped 2024 event @serafilms

Sakusa Kiyoomi has always been a very individualistic man. He hates crowds with a passion, avoids physical contact to a fault, and exclusively keeps everything he owns to himself. He never borrows from his friends, or even his family, unless he’s out of hand sanitiser (but he’s never out of hand sanitiser), and he doesn’t like letting them borrow his things either. He doesn’t trust them to clean things as well as he does, and he overall just doesn’t really appreciate their pushing their way into his business.

Yet as he stands in the mirror, he can’t help but see evidence that suggests otherwise.

Firstly, there’s the sweatshirt he’d pulled on this morning. The same one you’d ‘borrowed’ from him last week. It has the MSBY Jackals’ logo stitched on the chest, and when he’d come over to your place a few days ago, he’d found you huddled up on the couch in it.

“Sorry, Omi,” you’d said bashfully. “I took it because it smells like you.”

Kiyoomi had found it hard to be annoyed. Even when the scent of his laundry detergent had faded when you’d given it back, and the smell of your body wash replaced it.

He can smell it as he stands, surveying himself. It’s nice.

Secondly, there’s his gym bag. He slings it over his shoulder as his eyes fall to the zipper, on which is attached a Sanrio keychain.

“Bad Batdz-Maru,” you’d called it.

Kiyoomi personally doesn’t see any resemblance, but you’d insisted that it looks just like him.

He remembers the way his cold, dead heart fluttered when you’d presented it to him, and showed him your own Sanrio keychain, attached to your favourite bag. He thinks of the way you’d beamed as he moved to attach it to his own gym bag. It hadn’t been taken off ever since.

Thirdly, there’s his hair. Sakusa Kiyoomi hates, hates when people touch his hair. It’s too intimate, and it’s frankly incredibly unhygienic. He washes it every day and lives in fear of leaning against walls, or having someone touch his head and getting outside germs all over his luscious curls. Frankly, if he didn’t care as much about his appearance, he would have shaved it all off long ago. Easier for scalp care too.

Yet, when you hold him at night, he finds his eyes fluttering closed in satisfaction as your fingers tangle into it, running them through gently as you whisper about your day, and tell him you love him. He lets you wash it for him in the shower, and doesn’t do a second wash after you’ve left, because he trusts that it’s clean enough. He trusts that you’ve been careful.

When you suggested he cut his hair a slightly different way than his usual style, he didn’t snap at you. He listened, and he felt himself bristle with pride as you gushed over it.

And then, there’s your arms, sneaking around his waist, as your chin comes to rest on his shoulder, clutching at the fabric of his sweatshirt, leaning on the opposite side of his gym bag, cheek brushing against his hair.

“You’re going to be late,” you murmur. Kiyoomi shivers at the feeling of your breath against his neck.

“You’re the one holding me hostage here,” he deadpans.

Your arms tighten around his waist. “Maybe I don’t want you to go to practice.”

He huffs in response. He glances to the side to look at the sliver of your face he can see in his peripheral vision. It’s not enough, and so he turns his gaze back to the mirror, and lets his eyes rake over the image reflected at him.

Drinking in the sight of your face, the way your arms join at his stomach, the way you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder, he feels warm.

“What were you staring at yourself so hard for just now?” Your question breaks his trance.

“Just thinking.” His answer is short, blunt and entirely vague all at once, and it’s so incredibly Sakusa. You hum.

“You should go to practice now. Atsumu will never let you live it down if you’re late even once.”

Kiyoomi nods. He watches in the mirror as your grip on him loosens, and you lean back.

“I love you,” he says. It’s probably the closest he can get to the phenomenon of blurting something out.

You smile at him. “I know. I love you too.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi feels something in his chest swell, and thinks he finally understands what love is.

whining abt seeing things that don't belong in the x reader tag and then tagging your own post with every x reader tag known to mankind is fucking ridiculoushadhsdjshdhah

new choso illustration by gege 💜

the purple theme and flowers choso is holding are so significant it represents admiration and honor but also that a death came too soon. purple was the perfect choice for him.

just when i thought he couldn't get hotter, he pulled up with this. I AM NEVER GETTING OVER THIS. HELLOOOO???!!! HELLO WHAT THE FUCK???

megumi fushiguro x reader

summary: new years kiss. anon requested. megumi comes over to nurse you on new years. wrote this in like 2 hours, it’s a little self indulgent because i’m sick and missed my new years plans.

birthday month drabble event

“I told you not to come over.” You say as you open the door to see your spiky haired boyfriend leaning against the door frame. He’s got a take out bag in one hand and a convenience store bag in the other.

Megumi shrugs nonchalantly, and you notice his dark hair looks slightly disheveled, as if he had hurried over without much thought. He steps inside without invitation, slipping off his shoes like it was second nature. "You're not good at taking care of yourself." he replies with an eye roll, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

In all honesty the second you had texted him you were sick he was already up and on his way to the store.

“Thanks Gumi.” You give him that soft smile that he loves so much and grunts as he places the bags on your kitchen counter with a gentle clatter, unpacking the contents swiftly. The steam rising from the familiar red and white striped bowl of miso soup and beside it sat a small tin of your favorite chamomile tea and a packet of the lemon-flavored cough drops he knew you secretly preferred. He hadn't just gotten medicine; he'd carefully picked out everything he thought you needed to get better.

He reaches a hand up to your forehead after unpacking, letting it linger for a split second. “No fever?”

“Nope. I think I just have a cold.” You sit down at your kitchen table, noticing the subtle furrow on Megumi’s brow. "Eat." he says, sliding the bowl of soup in front of you before taking a seat opposite you at the small table.

“You’re gunna get sick if you stick around me ya know?”

“No I won’t.” He says simply.

You scowl at him, he’s so predictable. Always acting tough when in reality he just couldn’t stand the idea of you all cuddled up alone and sick on the holiday.

The warmth of the soup travels down your throat, as you take your first bite, soothing and comforting. You sit in comfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional sniffle from your cold until you finally speak again.

“You could still make it to the party you know? Yuji and Nobara probably want you there for the countdown.”

He doesn't look at you as he stands to take the kettle off the stove and prepare your tea. "They can manage without me." He says, pushing your mug of tea in front of you.

Once you finish your soup, Megumi cleans up as you return to your mountain of blankets on the couch. You cuddle up underneath them, pulling them up to your chin. As Megumi joins you, you move over slightly so he can sit down next to you. You grab the remote, turning on the TV to the New Years countdown. “Oh wow it’s already this late?”

Megumi hums softly, eyes flicking towards the TV as the countdown to the new year begins. His attention shifts, his gaze lingering on you. The look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know and you throw your hands up.

“Don’t even think about kissing me Megumi, you’ll definitely get sick.” You protest but he leans in anyway, closing the distance until your faces are mere inches away from each other.

“Too late.” He says as the countdown stops and his lips press against yours. The warmth from his lips is gentle, and though brief it admittedly takes your breath away. His kisses always do, so tender in their simplicity, always leaving your heart fluttering in a way that makes you momentarily forget the congestion in your chest.

Megumi pulls back slowly, and the corners of his lips are upturned ever so slightly. “Happy New Year.” He says, settling back against the couch as he covers you up further and his eyes move back to the TV screen.

The next week, as you knew would happen, Megumi had caught your cold and it was you at his place nursing him back to good health. You’d tried to scold him, telling him it was all because he just had to kiss you. But he had only two feverish words in response to that. “Worth it.”

boyfriend!toji who is absolutely obsessed with you (all day everyday) but especially when you’ve come home after a long day and you do your nightly shed. he loves watching you huff and puff about how itchy your bangles have been and he waits patiently for you to come to him and whine about your necklaces being tangled so you need help. he leaves little kisses on the most ticklish parts of your neck as he goes. then sometimes while your washing your face he’ll stand in the doorway of the bathroom and just stare at you. soapy suds running down to your elbows and your bare feet tap tap tapping on the floor. he insists on carrying you back to the bedroom and gets comfy so he can watch you at your vanity ready to apply your skincare. it’s a regular occurrence that you struggle with taking out your lenses and toji is here to save the day yet again. gentle hands cradle your face as he tries his best to take your lenses out with minimal pain, and then he takes it upon himself to squeeze your eye drops in for you. extra kisses on your eyelids incase he did hurt you. his most favourite bit is when you’re applying your lip balm and you lean over to give him a quick kiss.

‘this flavour better than yesterdays?’

truthfully he can’t remember.

and then you grab your glasses, which have always been too big for you and require you to scrunch up your nose adorably to fix them, and toji is ready to pick you up again. a new episode with his favourite girl in his lap is his idea of a night spent well.

a/n : they’re watching severance btw :)

✨ sweat and conquer ✨

suguru with glasses? I REPEAT...WITH GLASSES?! suguru doesn't even know what is happening, poor soul. gojo is enjoying himself way too much in this one. sporty one showing the bookworm how it's done 😌🤲