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megumi x male reader who's EXTREMELY clingy and flirty??? like someone can say 'wow [random stuff] is pretty' and he'll be like 'megumi's more' or '[random person]'s so smart' and reader answers with a 'not as much as megumi' ALWAYS RIGHT BY MEGUMI'S SIDE AND MAKING SUUUURE MEGUMI HEARD HIM???

and like- megumi probably thinks reader's teasing him so when he finally asks why reader does all of that he gets genuinely flustered at the way reader just '...?? 'cause i love you? thought it was obvious'

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☆ wasn't it obvious?

megumi fushiguro x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above.

the lowercase is intentional !

the four first years were walking along the streets of tokyo on one of their regular shopping sprees. or, well, nobara's shopping spree. the three boys would just trail along with her to give advice or just simply carry the girls bags.

"oh, look at this!" nobara squealed, running off to a store front. she was pointing at a dress that definitely looked like it would suit her. it was a denim dress with a few buttons going down the front in a nice blue shade.

"it's pretty." [name] said, taking a closer look at the dress. he tilted his head slightly as he stared at the dress, as if deep in thought. "but not as pretty as megumi." [name] shrugged, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

this happened all the time.. and megumi would have no reaction whatsoever. no matter what [name] said in an attempt to flirt, or whatever he did, megumi simply did not react. of course, that was the case this time too.

megumi just stood casually outside of the shop with his arms crossed over his chest, almost as if he hadn't heard what [name] had said. nobara and yuji were giggling at how oblivious megumi was. poor megumi had grown so used to [name]'s antics that he didn't even bother listening to him or his attempts at flirting.

"you seriously have no reaction to what [name] just said?" itadori laughed, nudging megumi in the side as he smirked at him. itadori and nobara were clearly enjoying this as they kept laughing at [name] and megumi.

megumi shrugged, thinking it was just [name] teasing him as usual. he also thought itadori and nobara were in on it too, but they weren't. megumi didn't need to know that though. the ravenette just simply went about, continuing as he was before with his friends on the shopping trip.

"well, i'm going to get this dress anyway i don't care if it's not as pretty as megumi, i'm still going to buy it." nobara hummed, a wide smile spreading across her face before she walked inside the store. "smart thinking, kugisaki!" itadori called out before following the girl into the store, a grin also etched on his face.

[name] huffed and he rolled his eyes. "not as smart as how gumi thinks." he mumbles to himself, although it was loud enough for megumi to hear. it always was.

megumi just hummed and he stood besides [name], waiting for his friends to come out of the store. he looked at [name] briefly, trying to see what the other boys motives were behind all of this 'teasing'. the funny thing was that megumi was so oblivious. it wasn't teasing, it was just simply [name] trying to give megumi some hints which obviously weren't working.

megumi then cleared his throat and he shifted his whole body to face [name]. the ravenette's usual stern expression played on his face as he looked at his friend.

"[name]." megumi started before he sighed, not sure of how to continue this conversation forward. [name] was looking at him, and he was scared of what to say to him now. how was megumi meant to bring up the constant teasing without sounding rude? megumi didn't want to be rude to [name], but he was scared his words might end up sounding so in the end.

"why do you tease me so much?" megumi continued, practically mumbling his words which made it hard for [name] to hear. luckily, [name] always heard whatever megumi said, so he understood what the other boy said.

once megumi had asked that question, a small blush appeared on his face. he was definitely embarrassed asking such a question to his friend, a friend that he probably even considered his best friend.

[name] just chuckled, a small smile forming on his face as he looked at megumi. "me? teasing you? what do you mean?" the boy asked, genuinely curious why megumi thought that. [name] definitely didn't think he was teasing megumi, but it seemed that megumi thought differently.

"you're always saying i'm pretty.. or handsome or something.." megumi replied, his voice quiet as he continued to mumble his response to [name]. he was definitely embarrassed trying to confront [name] about this whole situation. "you always tease me."

[name] laughed yet again, finding it quite amusing how megumi was so flustered about everything and how he was so oblivious. yet, [name] thought it was so adorable.

"i don't tease you." [name] says, stepping slightly closer to megumi to try and give him a hint at what's going through his mind. of course, megumi was still sort of oblivious, but he was gradually becoming more and more flustered. was it hot, or was it just [name]?

"gumi.. i'm literally in love with you. i thought it was obvious?" [name] continued, still laughing at megumi's overly flustered reaction. oh how cute megumi looked when that flustered.. good thing itadori and nobara weren't there, otherwise they'd totally tease megumi. "i'm not teasing you.. i'm literally trying to flirt with you, but you're so oblivious." [name] hummed.

megumi suddenly stiffened and his eyes went wide. megumi couldn't believe what he had heard. [name] was in love with him of all people? there was no way. that was not possible at all! this was just [name] messing with him, right? right??

"gumi.. are you okay?" [name] asked, tilting his head as he inspected megumi with a concerned expression on his face. "gumi..?" [name] repeated, taking another step forward until the two boys were only less than an arms length away.

"you're in love me with me?" megumi finally broke, his mouth left hanging open as he finished speaking. he couldn't believe it. he refused to believe it. there was no way someone as sweet as [name] would ever like someone as cold as megumi. "are you serious?" megumi mumbled, his eyes staring off into the distance, away from [name]'s face.

[name] nodded, his concerened expression softening into a smile. "yes, i am. why would i not be?" [name] said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he cupped megumi's cheek. it was practically burning due to the amount of blood that had rushed to it.

megumi finally met [name]'s gaze. his mouth was still wide open, and he felt his throat going dry. he couldn't believe that all of this was happening right now, it was almost like a dream. a dream that seemed too good to be true.

"[name].." megumi croaked out before he gulped in hopes that his throat would become the opposite of dry. "i.. i think i love you too.." megumi continued, his eyes darting down to the floor as he was too shy and flustered from all of this attention.

"can i kiss you?" [name] asked, his voice slightly shaking as he was becoming nervous too. he hoped megumi would say yes and not reject him.. that would be embarrassing.

megumi's eyes met [name]'s again. the ravenette bit his lip and nodded. his heart was racing, it felt as if it was going to burst out of his chest. of course, megumi didn't want that though. he wanted to kiss megumi and not risk any incidents of his heart leaping out of his chest.

[name] then closed the minimal gap that was left between his and megumi's face, before they joined together in a kiss.

it felt magical, like it was something out of this world for the both of them. neither of them could believe that they were kissing eachother right now. they wouldn't of believed it, even after sleepness nights talking with eachother, subtle glances and 'teasing'.

yet, their fairytale moment was ruined by a loud "ew!" being heard from someone.

the culprit was none other than itadori yuji. he had come out of the store with nobara by his side and they witnessed all of the kissing. how embarrassing.

"oh i'm so telling gojo this! he'll love it!" nobara cackled, taking a quick photo of megumi and [name]'s flustered faces.

megumi groaned and he pulled away from [name]'s lips reluctantly. he hid his face by turning away, not wanting to be confronted by his friends who'd definitely pry and tease him about this.

the first years then started making their way back to jujutsu tech, talking about random things. or, well, teasing megumi and [name] about their public kiss.

whilst itadori and nobara laughed on the way back, [name] took ahold of megumi's hand as they walked. he then started to whisper in megumi's ear, making sure their friends couldn't hear.

"boyfriends?" [name] asked, looking at megumi with stars in his eyes. megumi nodded and he smiled at [name]. "boyfriends." megumi repeated, confirming the start of his and [name]'s relationship.

and of course, when the first years got back, nobara showed gojo the photos and megumi never heard the end of it.

☆ author's note: i hope you like this anon. i'm so sorry this took long to write, i've been quite busy which sucks 😪 i'll try keeping up with other requests and post them soon.

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absurdism - megumi fushiguro

★ in which megumi gets paired up with a girl in his comparative lit class’ research project.

pairing: megumi fushiguro x reader

random information: strangers(ish) to lovers trope, university au, smau, alcohol, typos in messages for sure and maybe also in written parts (english is not my first language im sorry), everyone probably will be out of character, also probably something else i will let you know as things go on idk we'll see

intros: yn’s ‘no man’ club except she is the only one not having male friends. + megumi’s friends.

chapter one: feminist queen

chapter two: sylvia

chapter three: itadori mind your business please

chapter four: …

chapter five: …

ongoing...

for reference i made a pinterest board! with the characters :) here it goes: https://pin.it/6Yf0seC4X

hello!!! i hope this project comes out good bc im procrastinating exams for this (not very yn of me). i wanted to say that i based this format off of @eggyrocks 's smaus, they gave me such a good inspiration and made me fall in love with smaus overall as a genre! i believe they don't use their blog anymore but i also believe in giving credit where it's needed so yeah :) i recommend reading their work, it’s very good. also wanted to add this is my first time doing this, i hope u enjoy :) and if you don’t just pretend you do PLEASE. big thank you to @anormieee @gigiiiiislife @moonchillsstuf @jinxiewritings who said i should do this i hope you guys enjoy!

ok bye

Everyone, I've posted a new fic..!!!! ʚ₍ᐢ ›̥̥̥ ༝ ‹̥̥̥ ᐢ₎ɞ It's my first angst fic, so give it lots of love ><..

Sunlight.

DEAD!Megumi x Grieving! Reader

summary: In the wake of Megumi's death, you're left haunted by the quiet moments you've shared, the unspoken words, and the last goodbye that never came. Clinging to the memories of a love that felt unfinished, replaying the moments you wish you could have held onto forever. Grief, in all its silence, becomes a space you learn to inhabit, where the echoes of your lost connection linger just out of reach.

WARNINGS: (mentioned) character death, depression, ANGST!!!!!!!, heartbreak

Word count : 1134 words (I thought it would be short, but i just kept going with it and here we are....)

a/n: First time writing something super angsty!!! I hope you all enjoyed it... I think I did really well! (˶˃ᆺ˂˶) ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

You didn’t say much that morning. But that wasn’t unusual. You never did.

You stood by the door for a second longer than usual. Glanced back at me. And in your eyes—just for a moment— there was something soft. Something final.

I should’ve noticed. Should’ve asked why you weren’t wearing that fake bored look you always put on before missions. Should’ve stopped pretending I was too busy to get up and kiss you goodbye.

But I didn’t. I waved. Lazy. Distracted. Said, “Don’t die, dumbass.”

And you huffed a laugh. That almost-smile. Then turned and left.

No last words. No “I love you.” Not even a real look.

Just the soft click of the door closing.

And now I keep replaying that moment, over and over, like if I stare at it long enough, I’ll see something I missed.

A message. A sign. A warning.

But there’s nothing. Just you, fading into the morning light, shoulders squared like always, like you were walking into something you’d already accepted.

You always were like that— quiet, distant,

I know now— you were protecting me. Not just from the mission. From the goodbye.

Because if you had said anything real, anything final, I would’ve shattered right there.

But you knew me. Knew I needed to believe you'd be back. So you gave me silence. And left all the words unspoken.

Now I cling to them. The ones you never said. The look you gave me like it might’ve been enough. The quiet care folded into every goodbye you never made a big deal of.

I never got to say it back. But I hope you knew. Hope my half-wave meant please come back, and my lazy grin meant I need you, and my stupid parting words meant I love you more than I know how to say.

I hope you carried that with you. To wherever you are. Wherever you went.

Because I still carry you— in the silence. In the warmth that lingers. In the things we never said but always meant.

Some days, I still set a place for you. Not a real one. Not forks and plates. But a space—next to me, in the quiet. In the pauses between songs. In the second half of a sentence I never finish anymore.

I don’t think people vanish. Not really. You’ve just… sunk beneath the surface of everything.

You’re in the smell of summer pavement after rain. In the echo of a laugh I hear once and never again. In the way I turn, sometimes, too fast—thinking you're there. And the second after, when I remember.

You would’ve hated how soft I am now. How small I’ve gotten. I used to be louder around you. Stranger. Braver. Real.

Now I just exist. Sleep. Wake. Float.

Some days I still wonder what you were thinking. Before. When the silence started pressing too hard, when the light got too far away.

Did you know I would miss you like this? Like a phantom limb? Like an entire future collapsing in slow motion?

I still dream of you. Not as a ghost. Not as someone gone. But as you were—messy, warm, your sharp eyes, good with the dogs, awkward.

You always knew how to ruin me with a smile.

And when I wake up— when the dream folds shut like a book I never finished— there’s that moment. Where the air remembers you.

Where the world almost feels like it did before.

And I just lie there. Quiet. Staring at the ceiling like maybe you’ll come back with the morning light.

You don’t.

But I keep waking up anyway.

If I could stay in a moment… Yeah. I think I would.

But only that one. The one that slipped past like sunlight on water— brief, warm, gone before I could hold it.

It wasn’t anything special. Just your laugh, maybe. The way your voice stumbled when you were too tired to filter your thoughts. The way we both said nothing, and it still meant everything.

I replay it sometimes. That soft little second in the blur of days. You looked at me as if I were made of light. Me pretending I didn’t notice.

But I did. God, I did.

And now it’s fading.

Like all beautiful things do—too fast, too quiet, too soon.

I try to keep it. Bottle it up, hide it away, memorize the sound of it. But it slips. It always slips.

And maybe I was never meant to keep you. Maybe we were always going to be this—just a blink between lifetimes. Something bright and impossible and almost.

But still, I find myself reaching— in dreams, in quiet hours, in the soft hush of early morning— hoping, maybe, you’re doing the same.

Just for a moment. Just one.

You and me. Caught between the seconds. Still turning, still drifting, Still almost real.

I woke up like usual,

flipping to my side, and you’re still not there.

If I could’ve said something that mattered… Yeah. I think I would have.

But it all happened so fast. Too fast to hold. Too fast to save.

One minute, you were laughing like the world couldn’t touch you. And then— just air. Just a silence too big to fill.

People said it was peaceful. That you didn’t feel a thing. But I think they said that for me, not for you. Because I felt it. The echo where your voice should’ve been. The coldness in places you once warmed.

You were gone, and the sky didn’t change.

I hate that.

I hate that the world kept spinning, like you were never here at all.

But I remember.

I remember the exact shape of your presence— the way time curved when you smiled, the way your fingertips lingered a second too long, like you were always about to say goodbye but never quite did.

Maybe you knew. Maybe you knew.

And maybe I didn’t want to believe it.

Now, I go back to where you still exist— the songs we shared, the notes you left, the way your name looks written in my handwriting. 

Your jacket still lingered of your scent.

Your toothbrush is still hanging in my bathroom cabinet.

It’s like you’re going to be back, but I promised myself.

I can’t keep deceiving myself with lies like those. 

You’re not going to be back. Not to collect your toiletries,

And even more so not to collect the memories we’ve shared together. 

And so I replay it— the moment before you left. The last laugh. The last word. The last time you looked at me like I was something worth staying for.

The world spins, but I stay still. In the memory of you. In the breath before the end. In the place where I almost kept you.

Sunlight.

DEAD!Megumi x Grieving! Reader

summary: In the wake of Megumi's death, you're left haunted by the quiet moments you've shared, the unspoken words, and the last goodbye that never came. Clinging to the memories of a love that felt unfinished, replaying the moments you wish you could have held onto forever. Grief, in all its silence, becomes a space you learn to inhabit, where the echoes of your lost connection linger just out of reach.

WARNINGS: (mentioned) character death, depression, ANGST!!!!!!!, heartbreak

Word count : 1134 words (I thought it would be short, but i just kept going with it and here we are....)

a/n: First time writing something super angsty!!! I hope you all enjoyed it... I think I did really well! (˶˃ᆺ˂˶) ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

You didn’t say much that morning. But that wasn’t unusual. You never did.

You stood by the door for a second longer than usual. Glanced back at me. And in your eyes—just for a moment— there was something soft. Something final.

I should’ve noticed. Should’ve asked why you weren’t wearing that fake bored look you always put on before missions. Should’ve stopped pretending I was too busy to get up and kiss you goodbye.

But I didn’t. I waved. Lazy. Distracted. Said, “Don’t die, dumbass.”

And you huffed a laugh. That almost-smile. Then turned and left.

No last words. No “I love you.” Not even a real look.

Just the soft click of the door closing.

And now I keep replaying that moment, over and over, like if I stare at it long enough, I’ll see something I missed.

A message. A sign. A warning.

But there’s nothing. Just you, fading into the morning light, shoulders squared like always, like you were walking into something you’d already accepted.

You always were like that— quiet, distant,

I know now— you were protecting me. Not just from the mission. From the goodbye.

Because if you had said anything real, anything final, I would’ve shattered right there.

But you knew me. Knew I needed to believe you'd be back. So you gave me silence. And left all the words unspoken.

Now I cling to them. The ones you never said. The look you gave me like it might’ve been enough. The quiet care folded into every goodbye you never made a big deal of.

I never got to say it back. But I hope you knew. Hope my half-wave meant please come back, and my lazy grin meant I need you, and my stupid parting words meant I love you more than I know how to say.

I hope you carried that with you. To wherever you are. Wherever you went.

Because I still carry you— in the silence. In the warmth that lingers. In the things we never said but always meant.

Some days, I still set a place for you. Not a real one. Not forks and plates. But a space—next to me, in the quiet. In the pauses between songs. In the second half of a sentence I never finish anymore.

I don’t think people vanish. Not really. You’ve just… sunk beneath the surface of everything.

You’re in the smell of summer pavement after rain. In the echo of a laugh I hear once and never again. In the way I turn, sometimes, too fast—thinking you're there. And the second after, when I remember.

You would’ve hated how soft I am now. How small I’ve gotten. I used to be louder around you. Stranger. Braver. Real.

Now I just exist. Sleep. Wake. Float.

Some days I still wonder what you were thinking. Before. When the silence started pressing too hard, when the light got too far away.

Did you know I would miss you like this? Like a phantom limb? Like an entire future collapsing in slow motion?

I still dream of you. Not as a ghost. Not as someone gone. But as you were—messy, warm, your sharp eyes, good with the dogs, awkward.

You always knew how to ruin me with a smile.

And when I wake up— when the dream folds shut like a book I never finished— there’s that moment. Where the air remembers you.

Where the world almost feels like it did before.

And I just lie there. Quiet. Staring at the ceiling like maybe you’ll come back with the morning light.

You don’t.

But I keep waking up anyway.

If I could stay in a moment… Yeah. I think I would.

But only that one. The one that slipped past like sunlight on water— brief, warm, gone before I could hold it.

It wasn’t anything special. Just your laugh, maybe. The way your voice stumbled when you were too tired to filter your thoughts. The way we both said nothing, and it still meant everything.

I replay it sometimes. That soft little second in the blur of days. You looked at me as if I were made of light. Me pretending I didn’t notice.

But I did. God, I did.

And now it’s fading.

Like all beautiful things do—too fast, too quiet, too soon.

I try to keep it. Bottle it up, hide it away, memorize the sound of it. But it slips. It always slips.

And maybe I was never meant to keep you. Maybe we were always going to be this—just a blink between lifetimes. Something bright and impossible and almost.

But still, I find myself reaching— in dreams, in quiet hours, in the soft hush of early morning— hoping, maybe, you’re doing the same.

Just for a moment. Just one.

You and me. Caught between the seconds. Still turning, still drifting, Still almost real.

I woke up like usual,

flipping to my side, and you’re still not there.

If I could’ve said something that mattered… Yeah. I think I would have.

But it all happened so fast. Too fast to hold. Too fast to save.

One minute, you were laughing like the world couldn’t touch you. And then— just air. Just a silence too big to fill.

People said it was peaceful. That you didn’t feel a thing. But I think they said that for me, not for you. Because I felt it. The echo where your voice should’ve been. The coldness in places you once warmed.

You were gone, and the sky didn’t change.

I hate that.

I hate that the world kept spinning, like you were never here at all.

But I remember.

I remember the exact shape of your presence— the way time curved when you smiled, the way your fingertips lingered a second too long, like you were always about to say goodbye but never quite did.

Maybe you knew. Maybe you knew.

And maybe I didn’t want to believe it.

Now, I go back to where you still exist— the songs we shared, the notes you left, the way your name looks written in my handwriting. 

Your jacket still lingered of your scent.

Your toothbrush is still hanging in my bathroom cabinet.

It’s like you’re going to be back, but I promised myself.

I can’t keep deceiving myself with lies like those. 

You’re not going to be back. Not to collect your toiletries,

And even more so not to collect the memories we’ve shared together. 

And so I replay it— the moment before you left. The last laugh. The last word. The last time you looked at me like I was something worth staying for.

The world spins, but I stay still. In the memory of you. In the breath before the end. In the place where I almost kept you.

New Megumi writing coming very very soon… its quite short, but it will be a good work ^^

Oh also, i recently got into BSD again. I’m not fully finished with the manga, so no spoilers please!!! ( ´ཀ` )

Very huge Sigma fangirl at the moment….. maybe akutuagawa too. I may consider writing for them in the future…

Ah, right. The Megumi work thats coming soon will be kind of a new writing style, which is why it will be short. Please tell me if you enjoy it though, I appreciate when people leave comments.꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

Thank you for reading!! And the accumulated 300 likes..

i just went to check, and my first ever piece of writing got 30 likes, and I currently have 9 followers. Thank you all very much, I will be working hard to improve...

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO masterlist ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡.ᐟ

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| ❤︎- Fluff.ᐟ

| ✖- Angst.ᐟ

| I do NOT write NSFW right now, but a symbol will be added for it if in the future if I do.

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| SERIES! † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ †

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| ONESHOTS! † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ †

❤︎ An angel dressed in pink .ᐟ [no curse AU] [aged up] [mentions of drinking] [Not yet dating!!!!]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 In which Megumi meets you - a Jirai girl- at his birthday party.

| DRABBLES! † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ †

❤︎ The simplicity of his love. [VERY FLUFF!!!!!!!] [already dating]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 In which Megumi, your boyfriend that looks uninterested in everything else, is a big softie for you.

| HEADCANNONS! † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ †

| Ah..... There's nothing here yet. Please check back later, okay ?

the simplicity of his love.

Softie!Megumi x Reader

summary: everyday life with Megumi

WARNINGS: downbad Megumi ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

Word count : 500 (I.... somehow wrote exactly 500 words...? I think essay writing's been starting to have it's toll on me (╥﹏╥)....)

a/n: I haven't posted in a few months, so please take this that i scrapped together in an hour as a apology. It somehow feels so much better than the one I spent hours on, though.....

I've been diagnosed with a few blood issues, so I've been in and out of the hospital for a while. I'm on more meds, but I'm now back to writing again....!!!! Thank you for your patience!!!!!

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Despite the fact that he’s almost always busy, he still goes to the florists’ every month. He’s been there so much, in fact, that to make it easier for him, the old lady that worked there would always leave the flowers he always bought outside, so he wouldn’t need to trudge all over the store, trying to find those damned pink flowers you liked so much. 

He bids farewell to the old lady again with a curt nod, making sure to leave an extra big tip this time.

He gently plucks a single flower out from the bouquet and makes sure to drop it into a vase by his bed once he gets home so that he knows to buy you new flowers once the one in his vase starts to wilt. 

He won’t admit it, but whenever he starts to miss you, he gazes upon that singular stalk sitting in his blue vase. It starts to remind him more and more of you, the way that the flowers bloomed and even the way the flower smelled - you’re constantly plaguing his mind. 

He loves you, and he loves you so much.

You’re the only flower he cares for, the most beautiful, the most delicate,the most precious, your touch is like a heavenly blessing to him and your eyes have that soft feel to them.

He’d be lying if he said that it wasn’t starting to affect him. Your scent is starting to linger in his house, in his living room, on that book you’d grabbed absentmindedly while he was in the shower, on his pillows and sheets you had insisted “felt way softer”. He looks at you with that same soft gaze, one that was filled with love and respect.

He didn’t appear to others as a softie, because that was only for you to see. A special side of him that he had kept behind closed doors, doors that only you can open.

Period pain? He’s already shown up to your door, drenched from the rain, bags of painkillers, snacks and heating pads in hand. 

You’ve called him at 1am again, muttering something incomprehensible about your nightly cravings of mac and cheese? I know, he says over the phone, voice still groggy. He tells you about a whole bowl he left in the fridge while he was at your house. 

You got sick? He leaves behind everything that he had been doing, and rushes to your apartment with medicine from the pharmacy and homemade chicken noodle soup. He raises a spoonful of the soup and you swallow it all, nuzzling your face into his hand. He sighs, feeling how warm you are, but doesn’t protest. Everything is silent as he gently runs his fingers through your hair, watching it ripple like a waterfall. No words were being exchanged, but the concern in his eyes spoke more than words could’ve ever.

“Ughh. I love you so much.”

“....you’re just trying to stall from taking your medicine again, aren’t you…..?”

Hi everyone !

I’m back here to say that i am okay. However, a lot of things happened, the main one being that i found out i have a pretty low blood pressure.

I’ll pretty much be okay as long as i take my meds and dont over exert, so please don’t worry.

I’ll be back to writing in about a week or so, however my classes will start soon, so i’ll be busy with those as well. So please be patient.

Thank you for your support ^_^

I just got hospitalised a day ago, so no megumi continuation fic for the next foreseeable 2 weeks unless im discharged … 囧… sorry about that…

Is this the writer’s curse I’ve been told about…?

Also my tags are random, please dont mind them ^^;

Woke up to 20 likes. Thank you everyone ^^…

Another part will be posted soon…!!!

I plan for it to be a angst w comfort but i’ll see how that goes (＞人＜;)

An angel disguised in pink!

Aged up! No curse AU!Megumi Fushiguro x Jirai Kei! Reader

Summary : Megumi just turned 21, and has already received an invite from Gojo Satoru - to go drinking. It's Gojo, after all. He's seeing faces he vaguely remember from college, but fresh faces were uncommon, even in a Gojo party. You, dressed like an angel in pink, piqued his interest.

WARNINGS : people getting DRUNK, you can tell i've never been to a party and drank, mentions of addiction to host clubs, a smudge of angst maybe if you squint really hard, mostly fluff though

Word count : 1.4K (it's so short!!)

AUTHORS NOTE!!: Hello everyone... I started writing this like yesterday and wasn't aware today was his actual birthday..... ALSO this is my first time writing and i'm not 100% in my english..!! I'm not familiar with posting on tumblr as a whole, so with the layout and all that, i'm not quite familiar. Please give me some leeway with that kind of stuff. also, my laptop kind of broke while i was trying to post this, so im typing this from my touchscreen ipad. It's a little annoying, but oh well..

This was also LIGHTLY inspired by @lokissweater 's mlb megumi... i know its not anything close to their levels of writing, but i was kinda inspired to write megumi for my Landmine reader from her and how she writes Megumi.

I talked too much, i'll just let you read it already ^^"...

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The club Megumi found himself in wasn’t particularly big, but it buzzed with energy. The space was packed with familiar faces—classmates, acquaintances, and a handful of people he’d crossed paths with at one point or another. As soon as he’d turned 21, Gojo had dragged him along to this club, boasting about it being owned by one of Geto’s many “connections.” What Gojo failed to mention was that it was a private party. Not that it mattered much; Megumi realized he wasn’t exactly out of his element.

Most of the crowd blurred together as people he vaguely recognized, but there were a few exceptions. Two were Shoko’s friends, chatting animatedly by the bar. The third was a girl—you—whom Megumi didn’t recognize at all. The strobe lights bathed the room in eye-numbing neon green, but even through the haze, the soft pink of your blouse stood out.

You caught his gaze from across the room, and when your eyes met, you offered a small, awkward smile accompanied by a polite nod. Megumi’s eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks warming with the faintest blush—thankfully hidden by the poor lighting. Still, he managed a curt nod in return, stiff and reserved as ever.

Nobara, watching the interaction from her spot by the bar, smirked to herself. She’d invited you along partly because she knew you enjoyed the club scene, but mostly because an idea had begun forming in her head. You… and Megumi… Yeah, that had potential.

While most of the party (including a very drunk Gojo and Shoko) had taken over the dance floor, Megumi stayed firmly planted at the edge of the chaos, arms crossed. He sighed, his gaze flicking between the reckless dancing and his untouched canned beer.

Adults.

Gojo, currently in a drunken dance battle with Itadori, was reason enough for Megumi to swear off drinking tonight. Witnessing the sheer level of intoxication his mentor had achieved was enough to keep him sober.

Lost in thought, Megumi didn’t notice you approach until he felt the chill of a bottled green tea press against his arm. He startled slightly, turning to find you standing beside him, a tentative smile on your face.

“Figured you might want this. You didn’t touch your beer all night,” you said, holding out the tea.

For a moment, he just blinked at you, caught off guard. Then, taking the bottle, he muttered a quiet, “Thanks. Uh…”

“Oh, right. Um, I’m Y/N.” You dug into your pink MCM bag before pulling out a similar bottle of green tea for yourself.

“So… you’re not a fan of alcohol?” you asked, idly adjusting the lace on your skirt.

Megumi shrugged, taking a sip of the tea. “Not when Gojo’s around. Someone’s gotta stay sober enough to drag him home.”

“Fair enough. He does seem… like a lot.” You cast a concerned glance at the “honored one” himself, doing the Worm on the floor.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Megumi said, the corners of his lips lifting subconsciously. For the first time, he felt like he was actually enjoying himself that night.

A comfortable pause settled as you both observed the other guests.

“You’re… friends with Nobara, right?” Megumi turned his attention to Nobara, who was on the dance floor with a cocktail in hand, her face flushed red from the alcohol she’d ingested, and a feather boa draped across her shoulders like something out of a ’90s movie.

“Yeah. She dragged me along tonight. Said it’d be fun. And I just figured I’d come over and say hi since you looked kind of… out of place.” You laughed softly, his plain shirt and baggy jeans a stark contrast to the vibrant, flashy outfits in the room.

“Is it that obvious?” he asked with a small sigh, running a hand through his hair he hadn’t cared to style.

“A little. You’re the only one here who looks like they’d rather be anywhere else.”

“I’m just not big on crowds. Or neon lights. Or drunk people.”

Another moment of silence passed as you nodded in understanding, observing the dance floor growing even more chaotic.

“You seem like you’re enjoying this,” Megumi said, cocking his head toward the unfolding disasters (Geto spilling his drink onto a very pissed-off Nanami).

“I, uh, I’m used to the nightlife. I used to frequent a lot of bars and nightclubs.”

Megumi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Used to? You don’t anymore?”

You hesitated for a moment, swirling the green tea bottle in your hands. “Not as much, no. I… got addicted at one point, I guess. I was filling a void in myself. But I realized it wasn’t healthy.”

Megumi’s expression softened, his usual guarded demeanor giving way to curiosity. “Addicted?”

You hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. Not just clubs—host clubs, mostly. I’d go out all the time, spending way too much money just to be around people who’d tell me what I wanted to hear. For a while, I thought it was fun, but… I guess I was filling a void. They hook you in, you know? They leave you alone, and when you start getting desperate, you spend more.”

He frowned slightly, tilting his head. “Host clubs?”

You glanced at him, gauging his reaction, and let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I know. It’s not the most… admirable thing. But when you’re feeling empty, it’s easy to get addicted to the attention. They make you feel special, even if it’s just an act.”

Megumi took a moment to process your words, his gaze steady but without judgment. “What made you stop?”

You smiled faintly, your expression a mix of self-awareness and vulnerability. “I realized it wasn’t real. I was paying for affection, not earning it. And honestly? It wasn’t making me happy—it was just a distraction. So I quit and started focusing on myself. It’s not easy, but… I’m trying.”

He nodded, his eyes thoughtful. “That… takes a lot of self-awareness. Most people wouldn’t even admit they were doing it to fill a void.”

You looked at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. “Thanks. I’m not sure if it’s self-awareness or just running out of money.”

That earned a soft chuckle from Megumi, and for the first time that night, the tension between you eased.

“What about you?” you asked, shifting the focus. “You don’t seem like the type to… well, pay for attention.”

He leaned against the wall, thinking. “Not really my thing. I guess I’ve always been more focused on the people I already care about.”

You nodded, impressed by his grounded perspective. “Must be nice. Knowing you’re enough without needing to hear it from someone else.”

He glanced at you, his expression softening. “I think everyone needs to hear it sometimes. Just… not in that way.”

A quiet moment passed between you, the chaotic energy of the club fading into the background.

Finally, you broke the silence with a teasing smile. “So, if clubs aren’t your thing, what is? What would you do for fun?”

“Honestly?” Megumi said, his lips quirking in a rare smile. “Probably stay home with a book or go to a quiet park. Somewhere peaceful.”

You grinned, leaning closer. “A book and a park? You’re a walking cliché.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t seem annoyed. “And you’re not, Miss ‘Host Clubs for the Guys’?”

“Touché,” you said, laughing softly. “But hey, if you ever get curious, I can recommend a few places.”

“Pass,” he said, shaking his head, but the amusement in his voice made it clear he wasn’t dismissing you.

“Your loss,” you teased, taking another sip of your tea. “But seriously, thanks for not judging me. Most people wouldn’t be so… understanding.”

He looked at you, his expression earnest. “Everyone’s got their reasons.”

Your chest tightened slightly at his words, and you found yourself smiling in a way you hadn’t in a long time. “You’re a lot deeper than I expected, Megumi.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he said, but there was warmth in his tone.

And just like that, the club felt a little less overwhelming, and the two of you felt a little more connected. Fein by Travis Scott played in the background of the packed bar at 1:23 a.m. Gojo and Geto slumped over each other groggily as the alcohol took its toll. Itadori darted around, still inexplicably full of energy, while Nobara stood barefoot, heels in hand, complaining to Maki. 

Somehow, amidst the chaos, this moment felt peaceful.

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(I hope everyone liked this... I probably will write a continuation or maybe make it a series when i have the time to.)

sweet like candy! -megumi fushiguro x reader (fluff)

ever since you and megumi started dating, you give him a small piece of candy each day

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“Oh! I almost forgot!”

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a small roll of ramune tablet candies, shoving it in Megumi’s hand before he could protest.

“I told you, I don’t want—”

“Take it!” 

Megumi sighs before unwrapping the roller, giving you a piece before putting one in his mouth, then wrapping it up again and putting it in his pocket.

You both walk in silence as you munch on the candies, the flavor popping into your mouth. 

“So…how was the mission?” he asks, wanting to hear more from you.

“Hmm... it was pretty much the usual, actually. Kugisaki held off on calling Ijichi because there was a mall nearby, and she just had to go check it out and dragged me along with her.” 

“Sounds typical for Kugisaki,” he replies. 

“I know, right? So of course I had to go along with her, but I didn’t have much money on me, so I just got the candy I gave you.” you say, continuing on with your story.

“You know, you could’ve asked me to give you some extra cash if you wanted to.” Megumi replies, digging back into his pocket for the candy because it was actually kind of good.

“I know that... It just makes me feel a little guilty, you know? Plus, isn’t it Gojo-sensei’s money?” 

Megumi shrugs, already popping another piece into his mouth. “I don’t really care.” 

“Mhm, sure. Can you give me another piece? Please?” you ask. He scoffs a little but gives you one more, walking along the path to your dorm while you continue recounting the events of your day, Megumi quietly listening and adding a few comments.

And so went every day just like that, perfect the way you wanted it. Holding pinkies while munching on his favorite treat that you got for him again, you talking about another topic while he just listens. 

Every day you would always get him a small sweet, like a lollipop or a mochi. He always refused at first but would end up enjoying it in the end anyway. It would be something a little different every day, maybe an old-time favorite or a sweet new discovery, but this trend continued on so long that Megumi couldn’t deny he formed a sweet tooth just because of you. He found himself craving something sweet every now and then, and it always brought a picture of you to his mind. It made him just a little happier at that moment, bringing a soft smile to his face whenever he missed you. 

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One morning, as you and Megumi headed towards class, you gave him his daily candy, a small cherry lollipop that you tried before and thought he needed to taste. You handed it to him as you both walked into class, but not noticing Gojo eyeing the lollipop, amazed that Megumi, the “I take my coffee black” kid was actually eating sweets! 

“Oh my days!” Gojo loudly exclaimed, startling you and Megumi, and Nobara who also just walked in, yawning. “You’re actually eating candy, Megumi! What’s up with that?! Are you sure you’re the real Megumi?!?”

Megumi groans loudly as you giggle softly into your hand, enjoying Gojo’s outburst.

“It’s not a big deal, will you shut it?!” Megumi retorts, clearly already annoyed with Gojo’s overly-dramaticised shocked face. “It’s just from Y/n, would you chill?” 

Gojo then looks at you and bursts into fake tears. “Oh y/n… you angel! How did you ever convince him to eat candy! He never eats my sweets!”

By now, you were already dying laughing at the scene, Nobara laughing along with you. You took a glance at your boyfriend and could practically see the vein on his forehead popping, only fueling your laughter even more.

Suddenly, a confused voice pops up from the laughter, the voice of Yuji, extremely confused about the room he just stumbled on. A Gojo who’s fake-crying, a seething Megumi, and Nobara and you doubled over laughing. “What, what’s happening?! Huh?” 

His confusion only adds more to the laugh you had right now, and Gojo ran up to Yuji telling him what he just saw.

“He... the boy that I raised for so long... he... he eats candy now! And it’s all because of y/n! I never knew she could soften him up like that. She has magic powers!” Gojo whines, confusing Itadori even more. 

As the laughter died down and the classes started, you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy about how right Gojo was. The man you sought out who was like a brick had finally molded into a soft clay for you to poke at. You sat there with a sappy smile on your face, chin resting on your hand as you only half-listened to Gojo. You were reminiscing on how sweet Megumi actually was, someone who melted at the tips of your fingers. Someone who you loved, and him who loved you back just the same. 

At the end of the day, you once again had your walk back to the dorms with Megumi, but this time, it was in comforting silence, not with the usual chatter. Still feeling the sappiness you had in class, it took Megumi by surprise when you pulled him aside and kissed him. 

He tasted sweet.

Sweet like candy.

a/n: first fic! excited to see how this turns out. how we feeling chat?

dividers by @.sister-lucifer and @.strangergraphics

THIS IS SO ADORABLEE my heart melted

can't sleep (unless i'm with you)

megumi fushiguro x reader

a/n: lil blurb for my favourite boy's birthday!! happy birthday megs ily thank u for existing even though ur fictional u make my days so much better <3 anyways this is inspired by the fact that i have not been sleeping too well lately and i wish he was there with me lol

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despite bringing you a multitude of amazing things that you were beyond grateful for, being a sorcerer came with numerous struggles, and sleepless nights weren't something you were unused to. tonight happened to be one of those, and in spite of how exhausted you are, it's as if your brain is refusing to switch itself off.

you can feel a million thoughts running through your mind. even after trying almost everything that usually helps you fall asleep, you still lie there, eyes closed, mind far too awake. now, there's only one more thing you could try.

your finger hovers over megumi's contact as you contemplate once more. you didn't want to disturb him - he had had just as exhausting a day as you had - but truly, there may be nothing else that could possibly help you avoid lying awake until you were driven to insanity. biting the bullet, you hit the call button, and it starts ringing. thankfully, megumi isn't too heavy a sleeper; he's barely ever slept through an alarm, so chances are he'll hear it. after a few moments that seem to drag out into eternity, he picks up.

"hey, you okay?" megumi asks, voice barely above a whisper, though you can hear the concern in his words.

"hi. sorry, i'm fine, i just, uh, i can't sleep..." you whisper back, trailing off. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have disturbed you." you continue, barely audible.

you hear some rustling on the other end of the line before megumi responds.

"don't apologise. i get it." he stops for a moment. "do you want me come to your room or do you want to come here?" he asks, direct as ever, his voice rough and gravelly with sleep.

you're silent for a few seconds. "can you come here? please?" you ask softly, and he can picture you, facing the wall as you curl up into your duvet.

"sure. i'll be there in a couple minutes. see you in a sec."

a small smile creeps onto your face. "thank you, megs. i-"

but before you can finish your sentence, the line is cut.

before you know it, there's a soft knock at your door as megumi taps the pattern only he uses. it started as a silly little joke, but it has its uses - being able to tell that it's him at your door is beyond reassuring.

you are, of course, met with your beloved boyfriend as you open the door. his hair is a little flattened on top and fluffier than usual on the sides as a result of sleep, and you can't help but feel a little guilty for waking him up. he pulls you in to him, and you rest you head on his shoulder as his hands press into your back.

"don't feel bad for waking me up. i'd rather be here with you, anyway." megumi whispers, as if he can read your mind. you whisper a quiet thanks, and pull away from him, grabbing his hand to lead him to your bed. he lets you get in first, then takes up his position behind you once you're comfortable, lying on your side. he tucks his head into your shoulder and slides his arms around your torso, tangling a leg with yours.

"goodnight. i love you, angel."

"i love you too, megs."

unsurprisingly, falling asleep is a lot easier when he's there. and you know he'll come anytime you call.

Megumi with a strong S/O

(Before Shibuya) Warnings: swearing i think.

Megumi x reader (could be gn or male or female whatever) PLS DO NOT REPOST OR REBLOG

Megumi would always love watching you train with Maki. But if someone accused him of that, obviously he would deny as much as he could. He loved staring at you specifically.

Do you really blame him, though? I mean, you're gorgeous. Your hair, your eyes, everything. He didn't really acknowledge that he loved you until Nobara started saying she was thinking about asking you out.

Fuck, he loved you, didn't he?

Yuji noticed it first. The way his gaze lingered on you whenever you walked away, or how you were literally the only person to make him laugh. He didn't tease Megumi about it, more like he encouraged him.

Megumi wasn't afraid to ask you out, he just didn't want to ruin the friendship he had with you. What if you said no and things were awkward forever? What if you hated him? He didn't want to let that happen.

But his feelings only grew stronger.

Specifically, when you, Megumi, Nobara and Yuji were on a misson. You all were fighting a first grade curse. Megumi was distracted. His divine dogs were barking at something else, and he was trying to figure out what they were barking at.

Little did he know another first grade curse was emerging from behind him. It was ready to strike.

In a flash, you picked Megumi up, and ran away from the curse.

It took Megumi a moment to realize what was going on.

When he realized he was being held by you, he felt his face immediately heat up.

"Phew." You sigh in relief. You glance down at him, Megumi still cradled in your arms. "You okay, Fushiguro?" You smile softly.

Megumi feels like an idiot. He stares at you, eyes sparkling and face flushed a soft pink.

He doesn't respond. In his eyes, you looked like an angel. He could have sworn that a beam of light shined down on you.

Nobara and Yuji had to defeat the curse themselves.

Maybe Megumi will get the courage to ask you out.

One day.

But for now, he'll just watch from afar.

pov: y/n calling her bf to tell him that she got in trouble but knows she'll get in MORE trouble from him that she is in rn (but she has no one else to call so....) (if u don't like fem pronouns pretend that they're something else)

partners

summary: 2 miscommunications result in relationship… college au and not proof read

pairing: megumi x fem!reader

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megumi was always the type to never talk about his personal life. when the professor paired him with you for a class project, he didnt think anything off it. however, when he said “were partners” to you, he wouldnt have expected this.

you misunderstood.

thats not all.

when megumi said “partners” you thought he had meant something more, something romantic. it didnt help that he had been acting more relaxed around you, so you had thought you just missed the memo. mainly because megumi would never talk to you about his feeling. you started being more affectionate by calling him “baby” or “babe” in conversation, lesning on him more in study sessions, you remember his coffee order—not that its hard to forget. a black coffee.

megumi was confused but didnt want to make it awkward, so he kept his thoughts to himself. after all, you were just being friendly, right?

you and nobara went to the cafe near campus after classes one day, talking about everything. until you said, “me and megs are dating you know,”

nobara didnt miss a beat. just smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her overpriced latte. “oh, nice. didnt know you two were official now.”

“yeah, we didnt want to make a big deal out of it.” you replied. in reality, you didnt know, and megumi doesnt make a big deal out of anything.

nobara, remembering all the times you were lovey dovey with megumi in front of her, didnt question you at all, she was happy to accept it. you and megumi were dating.

later that week, nobara couldnt resist but bringing it up to megumi. she strolled up to his usual table in the student lounge, where he was on his phone like always.

“so, wanna go on a double date now?”

megumi looked up, confused. “i dont want to third wheel with you and maki.”

“you wouldnt be third wheeling anymore though, right?”

“wait—what?”

“yeah, yn already told me, you dont have to hide it.”

“what did she say?” megumi asked.

“that… you two are dating? she said you had been dating for a while?”

“no, thats not-“ he was cut off by nobara.

“listen. just say you dont wanna go, you dont have to hide your relationship from me yaknow? like i said, yn told me. talk to yn about if you dont feel comfortable about going, if not… then be at *random sushi place* by 8!”

nobara walks off, not being interested into talking with megumi anymore.

megumi didn’t even know how to process it all. he had no idea how to clear up the misunderstanding, and now nobara was convinced that you two were dating. he just hoped you weren’t too serious about it.

megumi just stared at the spot where nobara had stood, feeling a heavy sigh leave his chest. since nobara seemed so confident about it all, maybe they were and he just missed the signs?

megumi got ready for the double date group hang out.

it was 7:00 pm. nobara had insisted over text that he dress “decently” for this, so now he was standing here, debating whether his usual black hoodie was too casual.

he didn’t even know why he was putting so much thought into this. it was just nobara, maki, and—

his eyes flicked to his phone. you had texted him earlier, something short and sweet—although anything from you is sweet.

are you gonna come megs???

it shouldnt have made his stomach flip, but it did.

he sighed, ruffling his hair.

yea sure

“this is just a normal hangout,” “just dinner.” he thought to himself.

still, he switched the hoodie for a plain black sweater, something a little neater.

when megumi arrived at the restaurant, nobara and maki were already seated. you were beside nobara, chatting happily, completely at ease.

when you spotted him, your eyes lit up.

“megu! you made it” you said, scooting over slightly, making space for him next to you.

megumi hesitated before sitting down. something about the way you said his name made his face warm, its obviously just the temperature in the restaurant though.

(its not.)

nobara smiled. “look at him, actually on time.”

“barely,” maki added, sipping her sake.

megumi rolled his eyes but didnt argue.

he glanced at you, noting how close you were sitting. maybe it was just his imagination, but you seemed comfortable. very comfortable.

“so,” nobara started, resting her chin on her hand, “hows dating life treating you two?”

“its great!” you said before megumi could speak, smiling at them before turning to megumi, eyes full of warmth. “right, megs?”

megumi mumbled an agreement before trying to hide his red face in his hand.

nobara nodded approvingly. “figured. you guys always looked like a couple anyway.”

maki smirked. “yeah, megumis the quiet type, but we all knew you would end up together.”

he looked between them, waiting for some sign that this was a joke, but they were all so casual about it.

they actually think you two were dating.

he was going to ask you “are we actually dating?”

but then you reached for his hand under the table, lacing your fingers through his without hesitation.

his heart nearly stopped.

“hes just shy,” you said, squeezing his hand gently.

nobara grinned. “yeah, yeah. hes lucky youre patient.”

everyones entree arrived swiftly after that.

you squeezed his hand again, looking up at him like he was the best thing in the world, something in him settled.

yeah. you were his partner. you had been all along.

he just hadnt noticed.

i wrote most of this in class then wrote the other half like 9 hours later… so it might not make any sense lolol

megumi valentines special

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in all honestly, yn was afraid of fushiguro. the first time she saw him was when she was hiding from student council, she turned the corner to find him on a pile of bodies. not the most welcoming sight.

their relationship remained like that. yn was afraid of fushiguro, fushiguro probably didnt know that she existed. sure he saw her in the hallways from time to time. but those prolonged gazes glances didnt compare to the amount of times yn nearly tripped trying to silently run away.

when she entered high school she assumed that fushiguro would stop, and for the most part, he did. sure he was aggravated by a couple of students every now and then, but they had it coming honestly.

fushiguro attended every class and was on every a honor roll. he got nearly every girls attention, yn was not an exception. he was the standard of beauty, who could blame her.

although, out of all the girls in the school, yn was just average. if in fushiguros standards, probably below average. so she swallowed her feelings, if someone were to ask her who she liked. “no one.” she would say avoiding their gaze.

valentines was coming up soon, yn wonders if she would get any chocolates. hopefully romantic chocolates. maybe a boy in her class. maybe megumi fushiguro

eventually valentines rolls around and not a single chocolate left in her desk. thats fine, she wasnt betting on getting any anyways.

while eating lunch she heard girls talking about fushiguro possibly having chocolates.

‘wow. what a lucky girl.’ she thinks to herself.

nearly every girl (and boy) in the school was trying to figure out who it was for. he refused to say for his own reasons.

the last bell rings and school is dismissed for the day. yn walks home in the cold weather wishing she would’ve worn stockings for brought another jacket.

she hears speed walking behind her but doesnt bother to look back, she knows that whoevers behind her definitely isnt trying to interact with her.

yn feels a tap on her shoulder and shivers run down her back, their hands were cold. she turns around to find fushiguro, holding a small bag of chocolates.

“i got these for you for helping me.”

“help you with what?”

he shoves the bag further in your hands, looking to the side blushing.

“take them.”

fushiguro sprints off without looking back. “hey wait what was that for!” yn shouts.

after that she started noticing fushiguros lingering stares glares, did she do something wrong?

she assumed that fushiguro messed up and gave it to the erong person, or it was just gratitude chocolate. although, yn has barely spoken to fushiguro let alone done him a favor. she wonders who he really wanted to give them to. maybe that popular girl in his class. what was her name again?

a couple weeks after that chocolate incident, in p.e she overheard fushiguro talking with his only friend. “do you really think shes not getting my hints?”

“i wouldnt get them either.” (ita)

“i thought they were obvious” (fushi)

you quietly walk faster on the track. pretending you cant see fushiguro blushing and that other kid pointing with his mouth covered.

after abiut 1 minute you hear someone sprinting behind you. you think nothing of the footsteps until they start slowing down once they get within a couple feet across from you.

fushiguro looks to the his right, where youre standing. you divert you eyes. he takes inching closer to you.

“do you get it” (fushi)

you look at him in confusion. “hm?”

“get it?” (fushi)

“get what?”

…

“do you like me?” (fushi)

…

a/n: pls dont hate me because im bad at writing im sorryyy sorry 😞

✩°｡ ⋆ UNHOLY MATRIMONY

fushiguro megumi x reader

⭑ — PREMISE. in another life, in which fate is still screwing his life over, Fushiguro Megumi finds himself in an arranged marriage―with you.

⭑ — GENRE/WARNINGS. arranged marriage au, aged-up megumi, family drama, angst to eventual fluff, domesticity, hurt/comfort, profanity (from naoya, mostly), suggestive themes, mentions and descriptions of aggressive behavior, blood, violence, panic attack, minor character death

⭑ — STATUS. ongoing | playlist | ko-fi

prelude -> one ⋆ to be wed -> two ⋆ unholy matrimony -> three ⋆ the right husband -> four ⋆ going downhill -> five ⋆ sinner's punishment -> six ⋆ a longer dream -> seven ⋆ love unspoken -> eight ⋆ all falls down -> nine ⋆ all done -> ten ⋆ a death wish -> eleven ⋆ transcendent truth -> twelve ⋆ the most twisted curse -> thirteen ⋆ seize your happiness -> last ⋆ to the one i love

© CHULUOYI. do not copy, repost, modify, or translate my works in any platforms

filth teaches filth

warnings/tags: minors DNI, f. reader, DUB-CON, age gap (10 years), underage (for a time), unreliable narrator, depressed!reader but we never address it, oblivious!reader, naive!reader, icky!Gojo, freak!Megumi, Royal!AU, ward!reader, adoptive father!Suguru, pseudo-incestuous vibes, obsessive!Gojo, obsessive!Megumi, sexual deviancy, hinted somnophilia, isolation, murder, forced intimacy, these tags are not exhaustive. word count: tba summary: In the ten years you've been married to Gojo Satoru, you can count on one hand how many times you've seen him. With the end of the war, your dear husband has made his way back to your side, intent on winning your affections. Well, winning them is a formality. You're his wife. There's not much you can do to escape your fate.

if all goes well, the chapters should be relatively short (~500 - 2.5k words) and not necessarily in chronological order (this is subject to change bc...I am not a good planner lmfao). it's an AU that has been heavy on my mind <3

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you have picked the prompts, and now it's time for me to whip them into tales !

#001 married on purpose — with . . . gojo satoru ! -> “for one, i can show you incredible things!” jujutsu, madness, heaven, sin. the strongest sorcerer is sure to show you all of that during the whole duration of your six-month marriage contract.

#002 happy marriage — with . . . nanami kento ! -> “you don't deserve to be unhappy. and i don’t want to be unhappy, either.” or so it should have been. where did you and kento go wrong?

#003 two lies and a truth — with . . . itadori yuji ! -> “it's me and not him!” it's a dream comes true for you when your crush texts you back. little do you know that the one behind the phone isn't him but rather the boy who has long held onto the purest of feelings for you from afar... your best friend, itadori yuji.

#004 lover's quarrel — with . . . fushiguro megumi ! -> “i can't do this anymore.” you and megumi are just too different; he's stoic, you're bubbly, he prefers solitude, you love being social. it starts with fights, words you don't mean, and ends with an event that would haunt him for a long time to come.

#005 rightfully yours — with . . . okkotsu yuta ! -> “i just have to ask. will you go out with me?” the special grade jujutsu sorcerer, your classmate, has asked you out and you couldn't be happier. only sometimes, it doesn't feel right to be with him... especially when one way or another, he is still bound by his first love—rika.

#006 memories — with . . . gojo satoru ! -> “tell me the truth, what are we?” you awaken to find your memories gone. and the charming man with the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen is the clue to your past memories.

#007 the way i love you — with . . . fushiguro megumi ! -> “if you feel safer with me being here, then i’ll be here.” megumi has long been pining on you, and throughout it all he doesn't understand. you could've had someone better—someone who would treat you right. why can't you see that he is right in front of your eyes all this time?

note: thank you so much for those who have stopped by to pick the prompts! i can’t promise when i’ll start posting them because well… life, but i think the earliest should be by next week though! (i hope)

some of these, if not most, are combinations of several requests that i merged into one story, you'll find your suggestions there, i promise! i'm not sure how much you'll enjoy this... but i sure hope that you will!

MEGUMI!FUSHIGURO headcannons

✫ fights with megumi weren’t exactly pleasant.

✫ you both got into some huge argument over something stupid, ending up with the both of you now walking past each other in the kitchen without saying a word to one-another.

so now, you lay yourself on the couch with your feet that’d been decorated with your favorite fluffy blue socks, above the arm of the sofa, and a bucket of ice-cream in the other.

It was about time you’d finally sit and finish a couple shows anyway, so why not take your mind off things and try to ease up a bit.

✫ megumi will definitely get tired of not speaking to one another, and try to cuddle you while you watch your show; angrily chugging the spoon in and out of the bucket.

“get away from me.” you cry out, shoving spoon-full’s of ice-cream in your mouth. Megumi watched, ignoring your plead and continued to shuffle you on top of him.

✫ somehow, you end up tangled in his touch. your hands dancing on his chest; cheek laying on his breast. His legs entangled with yours, now both of you watching some dumb rom-com that could make the both of you cringe for days.

✫ “..I’m sorry.” megumi manages to cough up; surely catching your attention. and after a couple minutes of silence, you finally responded with a quiet “me too.”

✫ cuddling with you on the couch; helping you dig left and right in the bowl of ice-cream, was just a better night then you anticipated.

eventually, the conversation sprung back but it was wasn’t anything like before. The conversation was smoother, of course, still a little rocky, it ended up with both of you comforting one another, as it should.

megumi and friends to lovers🥺 including neck kisses🥺

♡MEGUMI!FUSHIGURO friends to lovers

“Megumi..” you complained; your back pressed firmly on the bed you both laid upon, soaking in the sheets. you watch as the boy that laid next to you, your best friend, ignored you and continued to read the book your teacher had given you both.

It was a study review for the exam tomorrow; but you’d already been studying for three whole hours. You couldn’t do it anymore. “I’m so bored.” you whined; but megumi didn’t even look towards you.

“So go and do something.” He replied, bluntly. In which you sighed in dissatisfaction.

Truth is, you’d been crushing on this boy from the day you’ve became friends. The reason for this being because, when he met you, you both were much younger; and you tended to have little crushes on friends that are always there for you. no but this was different. It wasn’t just some little crush anymore. Now it was a full blown out feeling you got in your chest when you’d think of him being with anybody else.

you sighed, your lips forming in a frown. “Megumi, can we do something else?” practicality begging, but he didn’t budge. he did notice you staring at him a couple times, bored out of your mind; but all he could think about when pretending not to notice, was the cute faces you made when dissatisfied.

“Fine. C’mere.” He chatted, grabbing both of your arms and pulling you closer. He figured since you want to have a little bit of fun, but still need to get a good grade, he’d try something out. he sat up, leaning against the bed frame, pulling you in between his legs that spread open. his arms allowing you to now hold the study book in hand, as he made sure you propped up against him comfortably.

“Now we study.” He said, as if this was not a big deal at all. And maybe it was not; to him at least. You were nervous. It isn’t necessarily the first time you’d both been close like this; but it definitely felt different this time.

“But I don’t wanna study anymore-“

You were cut off by something you’d thought you’d never get from a guy like megumi. your face plastered with embarrassment; the expression giving you away, you couldn’t help but feel slight nurishment when his lips pressed onto your skin. he’d become very found of you now, leaving small but perfectly placed kisses on your neck; surprising you.

“M-Megumi what are you..”

“do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

the room went quiet; mainly because of your exaggerating tone when informing him not to stop giving you affection. In other words, you yelled. but today is full of surprises, cause he just laughed at you. He didn’t call you weird or push you away; he just laughed.

“then I won’t.” His small chuckle still wrapping around your ears, as his hands did too. as claimed, he continued to give you the sweetest, softest pecks with those glossy lips, while you read the next couple chapters of the unit aloud.

and after another hour of what felt like endless reading for you before, was just peaceful reminiscences of your favorite person, loving you.

you closed the book, turning around to face him. He was always so pretty, at least that’s what you thought. he looked back at you with a, “hm?” knowing you have something on your mind. So with all force and closed eyes, you kissed him. your lips clashed together with his; feeling a slight taste of your lotion after his mouth was all over your neck.

before even opening the crack of your lips, the kiss was over; you pulled away faster than you went in for it. Covering your face; you hid yourself from such a man.

“why are you covering your face?” He slid his hands in between yours, breaking the mask you’d formed for yourself. his hands then worked towards your checks, them resting on your jawline. His face fumed with pink of the very ends of his cheeks; though he acted as if he was unfazed.

Was the kiss unexpected? Slightly; but don’t get it twisted, he loved every little second of it.

“C’mere, do it again.”

MY BOYFRIEND WILL KICK YOUR ASS !

- fushiguro megumi x reader

it's a date gone wrong when you get into an argument with your aloof boyfriend. but will he save you when it counts?

genre: tw: street harassment, catcalling. hurt/comfort, arguments and reconciliation, protective!megumi and fluff !

note: i miss my emo boi :(

general masterlist

“Stay back!”

This is an utter plot twist. When you came out of your apartment today, all dolled up and ready to go on a date with your boyfriend, you never imagined you’d end up cornered by two creeps in a deserted alley.

“Easy, girl,” one of the guys in front of you cackled, lips curling into an unsettling sneer. “We’re just trying to get to know you better!”

“Listen— My boyfriend is super scary, you know!” you barked, willing yourself not to shake. “Now you better not come any closer or else—!”

“Or else what?” the other creep mocked with a snort. You gripped your umbrella—now your makeshift weapon—tightly, pointing it at him as a threat.

“Or else my boyfriend will be here in any minute and he’ll kick your ass!”

It was a partly a lie you hoped sounded convincing, because how could Megumi suddenly show up and find you in this dingy alleyway... right after both of you had a petty disagreement in the middle of Shibuya's shopping district?

Oh lord, how you regretted raising your voice and running away from him earlier.

"You are late!" you scolded him heatedly as he yawned, showing up twenty minutes later than your agreed time. "Can't you at least text me beforehand? I'll match your time if you do!"

Megumi sighed, fixing you with a blank stare as he scratched his head. "My bad. I overslept. I rushed here so didn't think of it."

It was so easy for him to say, and you would've understood if it was the first time, but you had noticed this pattern over the past two weeks. Whenever you asked him out for dates, his face always soured, and he didn't bother to be on time. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was reluctantly agreeing.

And by this point, you thought you knew better and that was really it.

Finally, you blurted out the burning accusation: "You never realize it, but it shows, you know? You never seem happy when we go out together."

He exhaled in exasperation, green eyes darkening at you. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly that."

It seemed he had run out of patience. Standing your ground, you braced for his next words. But the glare he sent your way and the words he spat pierced your tender heart more than you thought—

"You're always nagging. Can't you stop being annoying just once? What a pain."

Perhaps he was right, you were annoying him all this time and dealing with you was a pain. You could imagine it if you were in his place, but you couldn't handle the very implication that you had done so, and you screamed at his face:

"So be it then! Fushiguro, you are the worst!"

—and ran off with tears in your eyes, deserting him altogether.

You knew you weren’t exactly a model of maturity, but in your defense, it stung deeply that he saw you as annoying and a pain. What girlfriend wouldn’t be hurt by that?

Anyhow, you loitered near the Shibuya station afterwards, and at first you heard some catcalls you didn't really pay mind to. But when those two guys started whistling and edging closer, it hit you—you were their target.

You quickened your pace, turning down several corners, only to find yourself trapped in a dead end. Just how much worse could your day get?

"Aha, the girl says she has a boyfriend!" Creep #1 snickered, turning to Creep #2 with a smirk, before pretending to scan the area. "But I don’t see him?"

"Miss, I swear we’re not up to any trouble," Creep #2 chimed in, his eyes gleaming with a predatory delight. "Won’t you be our friend? You’re too pretty to be alone—this is Shibuya, after all!" he said, eyeing your legs and whistled. "And ooh, have I told you that skirt suits you well?"

These guys were straight-up perverts!

"Get lost!" you yelled, your fingers trembling as you swung the umbrella at him when he tried to close the distance. "Can’t you just leave me alone?!"

You were at your wits' end, and it was clear this situation wasn’t going to improve with them still blocking your way. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart, and decided to do the only thing you could.

In hindsight, a stupid move—

You barreled towards the two of them with your umbrella—managing to push past them. For a moment, you thought you had a chance and ran as fast as you could—

"Ack!" —until you tripped and crashed on the ground.

You rose and immediately winced, looking down at the site where it hurt the most. Oh, you had scrapped your knees badly.

"Ahh, miss! Don't be too hasty~!" you heard the second guy's sing-song voice, and you really wanted to cry. Why did this have to happen to you?

"Don't come c-closer!" you stammered, backing away as they approached. Your whole body shook, desperately trying to think of ways to save yourself. "Or— I'll scream!"

"Whoa, whoa, wait just a minute! Why don't you just—"

You really thought you would scream, until suddenly the familiar scent of mint filled your sense and a strong arm pulled you from behind, and a broad back shielded your view from them—

"What do you need from her?" Megumi's voice boomed, his eyes glaring at the two men who had been harassing you. His breathing was ragged, as if he had run all the way here. "Fuck off."

At that moment, you couldn't help clutching his sleeve, hiding behind him further as you kept trembling. Megumi sensed it, and turned over to have a look over you—

You looked disheveled, spooked, and his eyes widened when he saw the blood trailing down both of your knees.

"Hey man, your girlfriend practically asked for it! Just look how she is dressed—"

Before you could process what was happening, Megumi had yanked the man by his collar and thrown a punch at him. You yelped and immediately got a hold of his arm to stop him further. "Megumi!"

The other guy quickly caught his friend, who spat out a string of curses, his lips bloodied from the punch.

"Fuck. Off." Megumi glowered at them, and they finally got the message, scurrying away in hurry. The moment they did, he faced you again and you finally let out a sob, throwing yourself into him. His body was warm, his heart pounding hard— yet it meant reassurance for you.

"Are you okay...?" his voice was noticeably softer as he wrapped his arms around you and returned the hug. "Did they touch you—?"

Megumi froze when he felt his chest dampen with your tears and heard your sniffles, your figure shaking like a leaf in his embrace. A wave of guilt washed over him, realizing how scared you must have been. Instinctively, he held you tighter.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," he muttered, his breath warm against your ear. It was as if there was an invincible knife that twisted his chest when it dawned on him what you just got into. "I'm here now, okay? You're safe now."

If it weren’t for his harsh words earlier, you wouldn’t have run off. He kept shushing you, his own heart breaking at the turn of events.

And when you nodded against him, he knew he had to make it up to you somehow.

Later, Megumi tended to your minor injury while crouching down before you, as you sat on a bench near the convenience store where he had picked up the first aid kit.

Your eyes were swollen, your outfit was dirtied, but you ignored the curious looks from passersby. Still shaken, you kept your gaze fixed on your lap.

You recoiled when the disinfectant touched your torn skin, tears welling up again in your eyes. "Ow..."

"It'll hurt just a bit," Megumi looked up at you worriedly, seeing you struggling to hold back tears. He gently blew air on your wound. "It’ll be over soon."

Megumi noticed how you were uncharacteristically quiet. Between the two of you, you were the chatty one and he was the silent listener. But now, you were completely silent, and he knew it was definitely not a good sign.

And so he thought it was a good time to finally explain himself. With a sigh, he began. "I... was on back-to-back missions since last week."

You glanced at him, both surprised and confused.

"I was so tired; that’s why I’ve been oversleeping lately. Sorry for not meeting you on time." Megumi applied the ointment to your knees, and you stiffened from the sting. He blew air on them again to ease the discomfort.

"You never told me," you pointed out.

"Yeah, uh, sorry..." he winced. "It's so... lame. I got so exhausted for a week straight whereas Itadori bounces back so easily. Stupid, I know."

"You... didn't tell me because you don't want to look uncool?"

As soon as you worded it that way, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Megumi remained silent, looking down, and you knew that his silence was a definite yes.

Totally stupid. But exactly how Fushiguro Megumi was always wired. A part of you was exasperated, but also forgave him for it.

When he met your gaze again, he finally saw the light returning to your eyes. It was a relief to him, so he let out a small sigh and put on a strained smile.

"How did you find me anyway?" you asked quietly.

"You didn't pick up my calls. I was worried. And then I ran around until I heard your voice." His eyes narrowed into a frown. "Did they do anything to you?"

You shook your head, and Megumi let out the breath he had been holding, gripping your right hand in his. "I’m glad."

You brushed away the trace of tears on your cheeks as he finished applying band-aids to your knees, awkwardly fiddling with your fingers.

"Sorry for being annoying," you mumbled softly, not meeting his eyes, feeling yourself so small all of a sudden. "Will totally happen again though."

"You..." Megumi rose from the ground, raising an eyebrow. Unintentionally, he cracked a smile at your daring remark. "Just... don’t run off again, dummy. Do it where I can see you."

He ruffled your hair gently, then intertwined your fingers with his. "And sorry... for getting mad at you too."

Your cheeks felt warm, so you looked away, puckering your lips together. "...I'm hurt. You have to make it up to me."

He hummed, the beginnings of a smile on his face. "Let's go have that shaved ice you’ve been craving then."

“Huh? But you don’t like them?”

“You like those sugary dump, don’t you?”

Hand-in-hand, both of you traversed the Shibuya shopping district together. Your eyes were still puffy, but you were smiling and talking his ears off again just like you always did.

“I told those pricks my boyfriend will definitely kick their asses,” you giggled to yourself, swinging your intertwined hand joyfully. “And you really did~”

“What are you talking about…?”

And yet, Megumi thought... he liked you the best this way.