The Weekend's Here

TL looked a lil too sad yesterday :,) so why not post my jjk ponies to make a lil brighter

(I couldn’t come up w cutie marks for the main three btw 😭)

boy n his doggies wip

YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI ❤️

"what do you find so entertaining? what's so amusing about this? what do you take life for, exactly? why can't you understand? how can you forget?"

KIMETSU NO YAIBA: Entertainment District Arc: Ep. 06

TRANQUILITY: 1 : the quality or state of being tranquil; calm.

or, in other words, SLEEPING WITH THE JJK BOYS

megumi fushiguro’s hand draws patterns along your spine, his other hand placed over his eyes. it’s dark, other wise, you’d be able to see the ghost of a smile on his lips. he’s giddy, even more than he normally is with you; knowing you trust him enough to allow yourself to be in this vulnerable state with him makes him want to smile until his cheeks burn.

itadori yuuji kisses up your jaw, behind your ear and on your nose before allowing himself to fully embrace you. he can’t exactly make out your features in the room, so he’s beyond thankful for his photographic memory. this way, he’s able to memorize the way your face looks before you sleep — your eyes in a haze and lips slightly parted, he mumbles, “you look like home.”

okkotsu yuuta snuggles silently against you. he places his hand gently on your head while he mumbles sweet nothings into your hair. his heart blooms when you giggle into the safety of his chest. he pinches your cheek before placing a quick kiss on it, waiting until he hears your labored breathing as a sign for him to give into sleep too.

inumaki toge’s breathing evens shortly after you place your fingers into his hair, with his head laying gently on your chest, ear placed to the sound of your heartbeat, he thinks this is the happiest he’s ever been. a content sigh leaves his lips as his arms wrap tightly around you.

you and megumi are friends. close friends – or, for lack of better words, some might say soulmates (which you believe is an over exaggeration). but ever since the both of you met, everyone assumed you were dating for some odd reason. 

they’d say things like, ‘you guys are so physical with each other.’ or, ‘you guys look at each other like you’re in love.’ there was also a time where one of your friends met megumi for the first time and mentioned something about both of you glancing at each other and then laughing when someone said something odd? yes, you understood what they were talking about but how does that mean you guys were dating? 

either way, you and him paid no mind to it. besides, even if you did feel some sort of way for megumi, you’re sure he wouldn’t feel the same. it would be weird for the two of you to start suddenly dating when you’ve known each other for so long. 

megumi’s friends are worse though.

they swear that he’s in love with you. they tease him about it all the time to the point where he’s so used to it. every time you hug him goodbye when his friends are over, behind your back, here goes nobara and yuji making kissy faces just to taunt him even more. 

they always tell him that he’s “never looked at a girl the way you look at her.”

and maybe that might be true. 

with your legs hanging over the bathroom sink, you sit on the cold surface, applying the face mask to his face, being careful to avoid his eyes and lips. he’s standing, hands pressed on either sides of the sink. if you looked down, you could see the prominent veins on his arm from the force he’s using to lean them on the sink. 

his breaths are soft, and you’re close enough to see just how long his eyelashes are as they gently graze your fingers while you continue to apply the mask on his face. 

“all done,” you smile, “you can open your eyes now.”

at the sound of you voice, his eyes fluttered open, blinking a couple of times, smiling at you before moving to the side to see his reflection past your body. once he gets a glimpse of his face though, the dark haired boy frowns. 

“i look stupid,”  he deadpans. 

you giggle at the slight pout he has on his face, “you don’t, ‘gumi.” you place both hands on his shoulders before sliding them gently on either side of his neck. “you look like you take care of yourself. y’know, like a prince being pampered.” 

megumi smiles at that. his heart flutters a bit and he doesn’t know why and he can’t help but rub his hands up your thighs, his silent way of saying thank you. his smile only deepens when you spread your arms around his shoulders once again. 

anyone watching you both with no context might think you two were a couple, which are megumi’s exact thoughts. but even so, the thought of that makes his heart race; he finds that he wouldn’t mind if people thought this way.

he wonders if you can head his heart pounding outside his rib cage right now. 

so, as a weak attempt to ignore the ache in his chest, he says, “you got my shirt dirty.” 

“your fault for letting me wear it.” you smirk, “also, time’s up. you gotta wash your mask off now.”

you hop off the sink, searching though the cabinets to find where he put the washcloths. and megumi finds it endearing — you make yourself feel at home in his environment and he’s realized that’s all he ever wanted. 

“thank you for this,” he says, genuine. you pause for a second, wondering where the sudden seriousness came from. “what would i do without you?”

a teasing smile found its way on your lips as you finally find the washcloths and turn the sink on to soak them in water. “maybe have dry skin.”

and he laughs; an airy one that’s so contagious that you can’t help but smile up at him through the mirror. it melts your heart, the stoic and calculating megumi fushiguro laughing openly at a little remark you made. 

“oh?” he hums, hands wrapping around your waist and turning off the tap of the mirror.  “‘s that so?” 

his eyes didn’t leave your face for even a second, watching as you continued to soak and rinse the wash cloths. it all seems so natural, him casually having his arms around you and he swears you stiffen.

you turn, back leaning on the sink you were previously sitting on before gently nodding, “here,” you whisper gently, dabbing the wet cloth on his face. “you have to do it gently or it might irritate your sensitive skin.” 

it makes him wonder — you know so much about him. from his favorite foods, shows on tv and songs, to what irritates his skin. you know when he is and isn’t feeling comfortable. you know his schedule just as well as you do the back of your hand. 

so why don’t you know that when you look at him like that it does things to his heart?

“why do you look at me like that?” he whispers almost wistfully. 

and just like that he feels you stiffen again, and he winces when he realizes it’s not the type that makes your heart race with butterflies, “like what?” you cock your head to the side, that familiar smile that megumi has grown to fall in love with still evident on your face. 

like you want to fall in love with me, silly. 

he shakes his head, “nevermind.” 

you and megumi are close friends. and as much as megumi thinks about how you both could be so much more than the best friend title, he believes that he’d rather stay best friends than lose you to his sappy feelings. 

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