Characters : Feitan Portor.

✩ — characters : feitan portor.

✩ — synopsis : you and feitan going to a park.

✩ — genre : fluff.

✩ — word count : 0.1k+

✦ taking feitan to the park would be so hilarious.

✦ imagine feitan scouting out the playground and a group of kids come and ask him if he wants to play with them.

✦ of course, he denies their request but you force feitan too because he would be so nice with children.

✦ at least you thought so.

✦ he started chasing them around the park at high speed and efficiency. all of them tripping on their own feet, crying and pouting that they lost to a 5'1 grown ass man.

✦ feitan would try to run away from the children but they would find him and force him to play different games.

✦ you and other mothers would sit at the bench and just eye at the pack of gremlins.

✦ "so, which one is yours?"

✦ you would smirk and point at your little devilish boyfriend while the other mothers would just eye at you.

✦ once he was finished torturing playing with the kids, you two went home where he told you all of the torture you would endure that night.

✦ and boy was it fun!

✩ — a/n ; for god help me please (imagine him just tripping on the grass and landing face flat on the grass).

characters ; megumi fushiguro.

synopsis ; watching movies with megumi fushiguro.

genre ; fluff, angst (a little bit).

word count ; 1.09k.

screams and shouts could be heard from the television in front of you, currently playing a very worldwide popular horror movie. 

megumi—laying there with his hair all disheveled and messy—was unfazed by this movie, watching it with a straight face like it wasn't terrifying at all. you, on the other hand, were hiding under the shared blanket that occupied you both. 

you shivered and trembled under the protection of the comfortable material. but, that just wasn't enough. you could still hear the chuckling of the so-called murderer and the screams of the so-called victims. you were definitely going to have nightmares tonight. 

megumi peeked under the blanket, which you were hiding under. he glanced at your shaking figure, your eyes clenched shut, and your hands holding the blanket ferociously tight; signaling unwanted entry. both of your boyfriend's hands snuck under the blanket, coming closer and closer to your face. they rested on your ears tightly as you put additional pressure onto the only thing that would muffle out the horrendous sounds that were escaping from the television. 

once the scene was over, megumi lightly released the pressure on his hands against your ears, letting them fall between the both of you. resting his hands on your back, he asked, "would you like me to turn it off?" you shook your head. no matter how scary it was, this was the only time that you and megumi could spend some quality time together. 

the other times that you wanted to spend time with your beloved boyfriend were unavailable. he would always take part in dangerous activities that would always end up with him damaged and hurt. 

you didn't want him to do it anymore. you didn't want him to get hurt anymore. you didn't want him to become a sorcerer. but he insisted, for it was the only thing that he could do. 

you accepted his opinion, therefore, he never stopped being a jujutsu sorcerer. 

"are you sure?" the question clapped you out of your thoughts, looking up to megumi with your post-scared eyes. you nodded, "y-yes, i'm sure gumi." he smiled at the nickname, but, at the same time, was worried about your well-being. 

"you sure?" he warned, "once another scene like that comes on i'm not helping you." you scoffed, "megumi, i'm not five." he shrugged and resumed the movie. there was a lot of gore, blood, and a lot of stuff you thought was uncomfortable. but, you wanted to spend time with megumi. you had to do whatever you had to do. 

your shaking began to start again. megumi was too focused on the movie to pay attention to your terror-filled expression. 

chainsaws were going left and right and a large pile of blood filled the screen. you were about to throw up, but you couldn't tell megumi. you were too terrified to even open your mouth—partly scared that you would throw up on him. 

his blank expression averted from the television as he looked down at you. "y/n? are you okay?" he asked in a questionable, but worried, tone. you shook your head. he paused the movie and took you into his grasp, rubbing the small of your back into tight, gentle circles with one hand and resting another hand on the back of your head. 

"you should've told me to turn it off sooner," he said, pressing gentle reassuring kisses on your temple. "i just wanted to spend time with you gumi," you sobbed in his neck, all the fears you had previously coming down like a waterfall. he sighed, "i want to spend time with you too. but, you shouldn't pressure yourself over things you don't want to do." you wiped your tears off with your sleeve, "i just wanted to make you happy. you liked that movie so we watched it together. i just wanted to spend some time with you." you looked at him with teary eyes making megumi go soft. 

he hugged you tightly. tight enough that you wouldn't be able to fade away from him. he didn't want you to become a fading memory—most importantly a distant one. he didn't want you to become a memory that he wouldn't remember. a memory that if he saw you again he wouldn't remember your name. he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. 

of course, being a jujutsu sorcerer comes at a cost. but, before that cost comes, he wants to spend all the time he has with you. 

"you don't need to try so hard to make me happy. i'm already happy being with you." megumi said, as he brought his lips down to yours, kissing you gently. you smiled into the kiss because of his earlier comment. 

"god megumi," you said, wiping the rest of your tears off with your sleeve, "i love you so much." he smirked and planted another kiss on your soft lips, "i love you more, y/n." 

once you two got comfortable again, megumi turned off the horrific movie and started a wholesome one. one that both of you were comfortable with. one that had cute little scenes instead of horrific killer attacks followed by conflicts. 

megumi held you close, your head resting on his chest and eyes becoming foggy from the cries you recently let out. you gently dozed off to his heartbeat as he continued to watch the movie. 

megumi looked down as he moved some of the hair that was covering your face—which he thought was beautiful. he smiled, a gentle smile. a smile of peace and love that he had with you. 

he kissed your cheek as he continued watching the movie. "i love you," he muttered in your ear. you heard it faintly, but you couldn't respond because of the deep slumber you were in. 

of course he loves you, and you love him too. 

a few hours later the movie was over. megumi reached over for the remote and turned off the television. he positioned his head in a more comfortable position, making sure that it wouldn't hurt when he woke up soon. 

the house was quiet, very quiet. he liked it like this. he likes spending time with you without a care in the world. sometimes, he wished that he could spend more time with you like this in a normal world. 

megumi got carried away in his thoughts as he drifted off to sleep too. 

the thud of the remote was the only sound that could be heard in the house, bothered by nothing else but the silent snores of you both. 

a/n ; for god help me please.

characters ; kento nanami.

synopsis ; picnic day with kento nanami.

genre ; fluff.

word count ; 0.4k+

imagine you and nanami planning a picnic. it would be the sweetest thing in the world.

you two would make a checklist together and mark it off when you finished doing that specific thing. you would always lose the mark-off pen, and nanami would have to find it (or get a new one).

after you two got everything you needed, you would find the perfect place in the park (or wherever) to place your picnic. different couples strolling down the park would eye at perfect you two were, peacefully eating and enjoying the scenery from where you sat.

you two would talk about your day and other topics that occurred over the week. nanami would just listen to you ramble on while he's eating the sandwich that he made for himself.

he would smile whenever you gazed at the scenery while talking, there was something about that glow in your eyes that always sparked something in him. something for him to love you even more.

of course, there would be problems during the picnic.

little bugs would come and steal the crumbs that both of you left. you would readjust positions in another spot, but they would still come no matter what.

nanami was annoyed by the fact that they were disturbing your time together.

"it's no problem! i'm sure they're hungry too." you said, plopping another grape in your mouth. nanami sighed at your comment, eyeing the bugs that kept going back and forth—a little line forming from the movement they were moving in.

he would swat them away in secret but they would just come back angrier and angrier, until a whole squad of them showed up and started attacking nanami.

"i told you to leave them alone, kento!" you exclaimed, picking up the blanket and shaking it off. he rubbed the back of his head, "i just couldn't help myself," he said, gazing at all the ant bites over his hand.

"i'll treat them when we get home," you said, holding his hand out gazing at the destruction the little things caused.

you two packed up your supplies and left the park, nanami happily still finishing off his sandwich with his less destroyed hand.

once you two got back inside your shared home, you immediately rushed nanami upstairs to the bathroom to get him cleaned up and bandaged. "it's really not that bad, sweetheart," he said, attempting to swat your hand away. "just itches."

you looked at him with puppy dog eyes, trying to get his permission to heal him. he huffed and looked away, "fine." he said, lending you his hand.

he honestly can't resist seeing you with that cute expression.

you grabbed a chair and began rubbing ointment on the bites and began wrapping them up in bandages.

"hey," he said, looking directly at you. "today was amazing." nanami said, kissing your forehead.

you giggled at his sweet little gesture, "more than amazing." you said returning the kiss.

a/n ; for god help me please (sorry for the lack of posts my fellow brethrens)

characters ; chrollo lucilfer.

synopsis ; chrollo lucilfer reads you to sleep.

genre ; fluff.

word count ; 0.6k+

this was your seventh time working overtime, and you hated it. 

every time you came home it was a relief. but every morning, having to go back there, was dreadful. 

of course, you never knew what it felt like to work so hard and diligently. but now that you know this feeling, it was awful. 

the door creaked open as your sleepy figure almost crashed onto the floor, your hand still remaining on the doorknob. you put your bags on the wooden floors and took off your work shoes messily. "'m home," you muttered, pressing yourself against the wall for support. 

chrollo peered from his book and took note of these actions. he wanted to get up and help, but he was just in such a comfortable position and the book and lamp position was just right. 

chrollo shook these thoughts away and got up, only to be interrupted by your comment, "it's okay, chrollo," you slurred, walking over to him, "'m okay." he raised an eyebrow, "you sure?" you shook your head and plopped down onto chrollo's lap. 

taking in the embrace of his warmth and comfort, you asked, "is that the book i got for your birthday?" he looked down, "yeah it is. i didn't have much time to read it, but now, i do." you smiled, knowing that he always loved receiving books for his birthday. 

he was sort of a book-a-holic. his room was littered with—stolen—bookmarks and unread books. the shelves located near the walls covered in books that he had already read. books littered in front of his door, making it hard to enter the cramped room. 

you shifted in his lap, placing your head against his chest and curling up into a little ball. "do you mind reading it to me?" you asked, looking up at him with doe eyes. he couldn't deny with that little stare of yours. he threw a blanket over you two and started to read. 

he never choked on any words. hearing chrollo read was like a waterfall; words would just spill out and never stop. 

of course, he would notify you when he finished a chapter just so you can catch up. you smiled whenever he made those little actions of kindness. kissing your forehead whenever he flips a page, adjusting himself to make you more comfortable, putting the book down to your eyesight so you could read along. chrollo was just so cute in those little moments that you have. 

suddenly, your eyes felt a little droopy. chrollo took notice of this and started reading more slowly and softly, enough to make you fall asleep. 

pushing back his disheveled hair—revealing his cross-shaped tattoo—so he can read more clearly, he planted a kiss on your temple one last time, and resumed reading. 

you remember him making it to chapter nineteen or something. but, before you knew it, you were in a deep sleep. like a cat curling on their owners lap for comfort. 

it didn't matter if you were asleep or still awake, chrollo kept reading and never stopped until he got tired. so, if you did wake up anytime soon, you would still hear those wonderful words coming out of his mouth. only for them to be stopped by a kiss—which he would never forget to deliver back to you. 

chrollo didn't move one inch, instead, he pulled the blanket to your neck, embracing the warmth that the blanket had to offer. chrollo stopped on chapter twenty-seven before falling asleep. 

his head was thrown back against the chair, hair covering his eyes, as your head was resting on his chest, hearing his gentle heartbeat as he fell asleep silently. 

the book was occupied with a bookmark and placed on the coffee table. before falling asleep, chrollo wrapped his arms around you to secure you and make you feel safe when you slept. 

he just couldn't keep his hands off of you, especially with moments like this. the silent ticks of the grandfather clock—which he stole—is what kept the house completely silent. 

both of you two were unbothered by any distinct sounds. peacefulness drowned in the comforting house. 

a/n ; for god help me please (this has to be canon, not even kidding).

gojo satoru who purposely turns his infinity on around you as a little joke.

masterlist ✰ jujustu kaisen

✰ — [kento nanami] :

+ (lazy day). %🟩

+ (early mornings). %🟩

+ (picnic day). %🟩

+ (astraphobia). %🟩

+ (books). %🟩

+ (breakfast). %🟩

+ (bread). %🟩

+ (days with nanami). %🟩

✰ — [toji fushiguro] :

+ (rainy day). %🟩

+ (priest!reader). %🟥

✰ — [megumi fushiguro] :

+ (movie watching). %🟩

✰ — [satoru gojo] :

+ (coasterphobia). %🟩

+ (infinity). %🟩

+ (flowers). %🟩

+ (matching pajamas). %🟩

✰ — [suguru geto] :

+ (nyctophobia). %🟩

+ (ceo!geto). %🟥

+ (geto warming you up on a cold day). %🟩

✰ — [ryomen sukuna] :

+ (haunted house comfort). %🟩

✰ — [choso kamo] :

+ (gamer!choso). %🟩

+ (cockwarming gamer!choso). %🟥

✰ — [yuuta okkotsu] :

+ (falling asleep on his back). %🟩

✰ — [miscellaneous] :

+ (what you get them for christmas). %🟩

+ (drabble 1). %🟥

+ (drabble 2). %🟥