Jjk Characters & Their Song

jjk characters & their song

✰ ROSEMARRY!!! made me sad w her last post so now it's time for everyone else to pay the price, enjoy fuckers

WARNING : JJK MANGA SPOILERS UP TO 150

1. The Moon Song : Toji to Megumi after he left him 2. As the World Caves In : Satosugu 3. Someone To Stay : Mai to Maki 4. July : Mai to Maki or Maki to Mai 5. I'm Not Angry Anymore : Megumi to Toji 6. The Night We Met : Mechamaru to Miwa 7. Happiest Year : Nobara to everyone 8. A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant to Be : Satosugu 9. i saw you in a dream : Gojo to Getou during shibuya 10. Michelle : Itadori to himself 11. people : Baby Megs to everyone after Toji left him 12. Every Way : Haibara to Nanami 13. She Will Be Loved : Mechamaru talking about Miwa 14. The One That Got Away : Satosugu 15. Talking to the Moon : Satosugu, Toji to Mama-Fushi, Mai to Maki

@sookyshima there's a special place in hell for the both of us <3

I have so many random ideas in my head, but anyways I js wanted to vent abt this cuz I thought it was cute idk 😕 but I love ur writing mwah keep up the good work <3

OK imagine the reader is like shinichiros bestie or like close friend NO FEELINGS BTW y’all are js like great friends and at one point he introduces u to his family cuz yk y’all 4lifers 😩🤞🏼 anyways, and u get along with Mikey and Emma. And u treat them like they’re ur younger siblings and they L O V E you. Like shinichiro could hit mikeys head for doing smt dumb and you’d run and hug mikey yelling “Dont hit him, ur being too hard on him shin 🤬” and Mikey would be SO smug. Basically headcanons for mikey and Emma if they had an older SISTER, plus the reader would like comfort them after shinichiros death and they would appreciate her. Anyways the reader goes overseas for a while and she goes back to Tokyo one day and sees Mikey at the toman meeting, reader would like be scolding him for yelling at night cuz apparently Mikey likes getting scolded 🤨🤨 weirdo. But yeah and everyone’s so confused, they catch up and stuff at the end and the reader makes the sano family dorayaki 🤤🤤

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hey arba!!

i see you moved accounts for a fresh start, and i love your new blog's aesthetic sm!

if it's possible, can you please write a fem reader s/o who gives baji, inui, and souya a plushie? i think it would be super cute :D

» 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬): 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐢, 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢, 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚

» 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

» 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

» 𝐚/𝐧: 𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮!! 🥺 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚!! 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐢𝐝𝐤. 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬’. 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲!

impulse-buying a plushie that reminded you of keisuke seemed like a good idea at the time. but now that you’ve made a scene in front of his friends by spontaneously flagging him down and enthusiastically guiding him off to a secluded alleyway, you’re starting to wonder if you’ve made the wrong decision. you’d felt ecstatic and merry when you first lifted it out of the bin and examined it, gushing to your friend about how it was perfect. now, you feel awkward standing there in front of keisuke with the plastic bag hidden behind your back. it’s only a plushie--it isn’t as big of a deal as you’ve made it out to be, nor is it worth all of the exuberance you approached him with. all you can do is stare at the golden embroidery on keisuke’s uniform, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise to your face.

“you okay, doll?” keisuke cranes his neck worriedly, angling his head to meet your eyes. “you look a bit uncomfortable.”

“oh, uh… yeah, i’m fine.” you avert your eyes a second time, earning a frown from the boy in front of you. “sorry for pulling you away like that. but… um, i got you something!” before you can lose the remainder of your confidence, you whisk the bag in front of you, the contents bumping against keisuke’s stomach as the bag dangles from your hand.

“really?” hearing the smile in keisuke’s voice, you raise your head a little. his eyes twinkle with anticipation as he accepts the bag from you. “what is it? can i look now?” without waiting for your permission, he opens the bag and fishes out the plushie you’d bought him. it’s a blue-eyed bat, complete with a set of reflective, silver fangs adorning its sewn mouth. keisuke’s face lights up with delight at the revelation, and his lips curve into a fascinated ‘o’ shape as he flips it over, observing it from all angles. you bite your lip and scrutinize his features, searching for the slightest, most fleeting shadow of distaste or rejection. but when you find nothing of the sort, you exhale a silent sigh of relief.

“it reminded me of you,” you tell him.

he turns his attention back to you long enough to offer you a toothy grin of gratitude. “thanks, babe!”  he squeezes the plushie between his fingers. “i had no clue they were so soft,” he marvels with a hushed murmur of captivation, poking at the embroidered teeth. “whoa, it has fangs! cool!” you can only laugh at the sight of your boyfriend completely spellbound by the large, glossy eyes and the synthetic fur. keisuke always was a simple man, and you knew that. but, you didn’t expect for this simple of a gift to appeal to him in such a way.

“hey, baji! you coming, man?” draken’s voice drawls from around the corner, punctuated by a set of slow, gradually approaching footsteps. “i know you’re with your wifey, but we have to go. there’s a meeting in half an hour, remember?

keisuke turns his head so fast that his ponytail smacks you in the face. “yeah, i know!” he calls back. when he shifts his attention back to you, who’s currently spitting and pulling a disgusted face at the taste of hair in your mouth, you notice that his cheeks are a bit flushed and he’s now got a death grip on the plushie. he leans forward, planting a kiss on your forehead with a chaste softness that betrays the stiffness and conflicted hesitation of his movements. “i have to go, but i’ll meet you back at my place after the meeting. go quickly so that you won’t have to walk in the dark. it’s dangerous at night.” he looks down at the bat in his hands almost regretfully. “i… i don’t know how intense the meeting is going to be, so can you take keisuke jr. with you? i don’t want him to get stepped on.”

“keisuke jr.?” you barely manage to choke back your laughter, lifting an inquisitive brow.

“well, yeah, he’s our son now.” he grins down at the plushie for a moment before relinquishing it to you. “we have to practice for later, don’t we?” 

wait.

“baji!” draken shouts again.

“keep your dick in your pants! i’m coming!” keisuke gripes over his shoulder. with a final kiss to your cheek, he turns on his heel and jogs back to his gang, leaving you with a million questions and a face burning hotter than concrete in the summertime.

seishu’s apartment doors clicks softly behind you as you tiptoe past the threshold, doing your best to be as silent as physically possible as you remove your shoes and keep the gift-wrapped paper bag in your hands from rustling too loudly. kokonoi had informed you that seishu wouldn’t be home at this time, but you know better than to trust any of his information at face value. it’d be better to be as quiet as possible, regardless. after all, your plan was to slip in using the key seishu had lent you a few nights ago, put his birthday present on the couch, and then dip to surprise him at the park where kokonoi had claimed he’d be. regardless, your plan is banking on whether or not his information is accurate…

which is why your soul damn-near leaves your body when you suddenly see seishu silently step from the hallway leading off to his bedroom. “motherf--” you slap a hand over your lips and stumble back, barely managing to stifle a startled shriek. “seishu?” you gasp into your hand. he’s standing there dressed in loose-fitting, wrinkled sweats, lips parted slightly and eyes round with shock at the sight of you sneaking around his apartment like the world’s worst criminal. still, you can see that his eyes are hazy with remnants of slumber and his blonde hair is in a disarray, random strands sticking up from his head at odd angles. you all but stagger over to lean on his couch, clapping a hand over your heart as it thrums rapidly against your palm. “what the hell--” your ears are still burning with the lingering effects of fear, and you glare at him with misguided anger. “what are you doing here?”

koko, what happened?

“well, i’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but this is my apartment.” the corners of his lips tilt upward in a small, borderline sleepy smile. “if anything, what are you doing here? breaking in and sneaking around someone’s apartment is a crime, you know.” he teases.

“i still have the key you gave me.” after your heart rate returns to normal, you straighten up and dig the key from your jacket pocket, placing it on the arm of the couch. “i used it to get in, so technically, i didn’t break in.”

“still, what are you--” his eyes widen when he zeroes in on the gift you’re still clasping to your chest from when you toed off your shoes. all traces of fatigue vanish from his gaze as he approaches you slowly, almost reluctantly. “is that for me?”

truth be told, seishu didn’t expect you to remember his birthday. he’d only told you once, and it was when you were both half-asleep on the floor of your bedroom, poking fun at shitty action comics and snickering while you compared each other to the ugliest monsters in the stories. he never really made a big deal about his birthday, anyway. it was always kokonoi who arranged things and made sure that everyone knew about it, being the flashier and more extravagant of the pair. that being said, seishu didn’t mind if you’d forgotten it. he wouldn’t have blamed you, anyway. still, he couldn’t help but secretly hold on to that tiny sliver of hope that you’d remember. but, when you didn’t text him happy birthday or call him, he’d resigned himself to accepting that you’d forgotten and promptly went back to sleep.

but now, here you are, standing in his apartment, holding a gift specifically for him and looking flustered and defeated at your failed plan to surprise him. you didn’t forget. his heart swells in his chest at the realization. you’re too cute.

“man,” you whine, “i wanted it to be a surprise! koko said you weren’t going to be here, so i was going to leave it and then go meet you at the park where he’d said you’d be. it’s your birthday present.”

“you got me a present?” seishu wonders aloud, eyes flickering to yours. you don’t say anything and merely turn it over to him, letting him squish it between his hands and weigh it in his palms to try to determine what it could be. “can i open it?” he looks to you once more for permission, and when you nod excitedly, he carefully unwraps it.

resting in his palms is a plushie of a light-furred persian cat with startlingly blue eyes. you wait for his reaction, but all he does is stare down at it with an expression you determine to be blank. immediately, you feel your stomach twist, doubt causing your smile to wither. does he not like it? does he not want a plushie? does he suddenly not like cats? is this secretly some kind of insult to him? you’re about to say something when he abruptly lifts his head, his unveiled expression causing you to sigh in relieved surprise. his eyes are glowing with a soft warmth, and his smile is an easy one born from contentment and happiness. it’s more prominent and radiant than his usual one; and the longer you watch his stoic, reserved expression unravel into something akin to youthful joy, the more you want to wrap him up in your arms and never let go. he smooths his fingers over the fur, his smile gradually soothing to match the gentleness in his eyes and the kiss of scarlet against his cheeks.

“thank you, love.” seishu murmurs. he shifts his eyes to you and leans forward, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead. “it’s perfect. it even kind of looks like me. here, look at the eyes…”

“that’s what i was thinking!” you agree. he laughs quietly.

you certainly weren’t anticipating this kind of reaction from him. you’d expected a nod and a quiet word of gratitude, but with the way he was quietly fawning over the stuffed animal and examining it like a child during christmas, it was almost as if--

“i’ve never had one of these before,” seishu confirms your assumptions. “akane did, but i never got to play with them.” he squeezes it once before handing it to you. “here, feel how soft it is. get a squeeze in.”

“i already felt it when i bought it, babe,” you shake your head with a smile. “it’s all yours.”

“thank you for this, (reader),” his smile is earnest. “i guess i’ve really been missing out, huh?”

“well, not anymore.” you assure him. “happy birthday, sei. you deserve it.”

mounting the front steps of the kawata family’s home, you spot the front door creaking open and, in a moment of alarm, shove the plushie in your hands behind your back, only to heave a sigh of relief when you see nahoya step outside. no words are exchanged, and he doesn’t even seem mildly surprised to see you standing there. it’s no wonder; you and souya are together so often that your presence in the kawata household has become almost expected. having identified the newcomer as the wrong twin, you let your hands fall back to your side. with a nod of acknowledgement and a hand propping open the door, nahoya lets you inside before heading the opposite direction.

you locate souya’s room with ease and knock gently on the door, doing your best to keep from startling him. you’d come here on a whim after a shopping spree, having impetuously bought a plushie that reminded you of your boyfriend and wanting to deliver it to him as soon as possible. in hindsight, you probably should have let souya know in advance that you were coming.

still, you hear his voice on the other side of the door. “hello?”

“hey, souya babe, it’s me!” you call back. “sorry i didn’t let you know that i was coming. but, i have something for you!”

“ah! u-uh, come in!” his words are nearly drowned out by the sudden rustling of clothing and a couple heavy thuds beyond the door, implying that he isn’t exactly in a state decent enough for him to feel comfortable with you entering, regardless of his words. so, you wait until the noises of effort cease before you push open the door. you keep the plushie you’d bought for him out of sight, tucked behind your back with your free hand.

souya is sitting attentively at the edge of his bed with his hands braced on his knees. however, his breathing is somewhat labored, his closet door is ajar, his bedsheets are rumpled as if they’d been kicked off in a hurry, and you’re pretty sure that his shirt is on backwards. for a moment, you falter at his suspicious behavior and cast a glance toward his closet, almost accidentally exposing your gift for him in the process.

“sorry…” he mumbles, causing your eyes to flick back to him. “i wasn’t dressed.”

you smile silently to yourself. of course. his words should have reassured you, but your suspicions were shallowly rooted and as fleeting as a wisp of smoke there’s nothing to reassure you of. you know that souya loves you, but he’s so cute that you can’t help but poke fun at him. you lean forward a bit, raising a teasing brow. “careful, souya. it looked pretty suspicious when i came in. almost as if you were with… someone else.” you tip your head with faux inquiry.

“what do you mean..?” souya takes a second to process your implication, but when it finally registers, his eyes widen with alarm and he rockets to his feet. “n-no!” he gasps out. “i promise, that’s not what i was doing!” you merely hum and scan him from head-to-toe with a tight press of your lips, deciding to drag out your joke for just a tad bit longer. he seems to deflate under your distrustful eyes, and your eyes slowly round with horror when you see your boyfriend beginning to tear up. “i… i promise…” pearls of frustration and fear coalesce along his lashes and threaten to wash down his cheeks, obviously blurring his vision when he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand. “here! you can… here, check my phone!” he scrambles to unlock it with trembling hands. “you can look at anything you--”

that’s when you rush forward, engulfing him in your arms and sandwiching his phone in between you. your heart hammers away at your ribcage as you stare at the wall behind him with wide eyes, feeling him sag against you and clutch at your shirt while he hiccups and sniffles into your shoulder. “holy shit, souya…” you whisper. “i was just kidding, babe. i was just kidding.” you pull away far enough to press a kiss to his cheek, speaking softly--earnestly--against his skin. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t know that it would upset you this much.”

“wait, so…” his hands still gripping your shirt, souya leans away to search your face with glistening eyes for any lingering signs of distrust or displeasure. he looks so distraught and confused that you want to kick yourself. you’d never accused him of being unfaithful before, even as a joke. you had no idea that he would get so emotional about it. “you’re not mad?”

“no, baby,” you cradle his face between your palms and trail a line of kisses down the single tear track adorning his cheek. he sniffs, and you smile reassuringly. “i was just kidding. i promise. i don’t think you were being disloyal. i’m so sorry that i upset you.”

“you’re so mean.” he grumbles, planting his face back into your shoulder. “i thought you were mad at me. i thought you were serious about me cheating on you.”

“no, i’m sorry for being mean,” you coo, smoothing your hand over the nape of his neck. “here, i got something for you. i was going to make you wait, but since i was being mean, i’ll give it to you now. is that okay?”

“yeah…” with a begrudging sigh, he releases you, allowing you to turn and pick up the plushie that’d fallen to the floor in your haste to embrace him. “surprise!”

you present to him a white-furred pomeranian plushie with a perpetual yet arguably adorable snarl on its face, both the irises of its beady eyes and pawprints a shade of blue identical to the color of souya’s hair. you watch with relief as souya’s sulky expression soften into one of wonder, the tears in his eyes dissipating to reveal a set of round eyes glowing with enchantment. he takes the plushie into his hands and stares directly into its eyes.

“you got this for me?” he murmurs, borderline fascinated with how similar their trademark expressions are. a light shade of pink dusts his cheeks, tempering his usual sneer and making him appear more and more like the kind-hearted boy he truly is. he averts his eyes and mumbles to himself that you don’t quite catch, clearly flustered and struggling to communicate his gratitude in a way that won’t embarrass him. “thank you for… this… i really like it. it’s nice.”

“i’m glad you like it!” you respond, voice light with merriment and satisfaction. souya doesn’t reply, seemingly bewitched by the plushie as he squeezes and flips it over in his hands. “is it soft?” when he nods sheepishly, you continue hopefully. “do you forgive me?”

“mhm,” he hums, and you fist-pump dramatically. “there’s leftover pasta in the fridge. nahoya made it. do you want some?” he finally looks at you. shy adoration and chaste love swirl amidst his turquoise gaze, glimmering like an opalescent stone lost at the bottom of the river, waiting for the right person to pick it up and cherish it until it can freely shine as brightly as possible. you feel your heart begin to melt all over again.

“yes, please,” you nod energetically. “the walk over made me hungry.”

you both make for the door, only for you to pause when you notice that he’s still holding the plushie. “hey, souya? you can leave that here, you know.”

he shakes his head. “yeah, i know, but...” he declines, “i want to carry it.”

yep, you’re a goner.