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Haiii!! Can I request some Megumi fluff? Reader and megs waking up together when the rest of the first years interrupt 🙏 Megumi is so goated
ʚ⁺˖ » megumi fushiguro x reader ; req
ʚ⁺˖ » w.c : 1.1k (has cuddling, reading, divine dogs)〃hell yeah, you're so real for megumi fluff!!
ʚ⁺˖ » songs: i swear i'll never leave again.
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“that doesn’t even make sense.”
megumi whispered, eyes flicking above your head toward the book you were holding. you were nestled up against him, the two of you huddled beneath the blanket on the couch. you simply sneered at his unwarranted observation, flipping to the next page of the sci-fi romance novel you’d been reading.
“you know, i think you’re even more robotic than mr. male lead over here.”
you turned your head just slightly to snicker at megumi’s frown—his brows pinched in mild cringe before he quickly returned to reading his own book. with a soft thud, you set yours atop the coffee table, shifting closer to clasp both hands over his shoulder, resting your chin there to read along the hachiko book he’d lowered for you.
“i totally bawled my eyes out at the chapter right after this, by the way.”
he huffed quietly at your comment, brows still narrowed, eyes focused as he flipped to the next page. with a bluff sigh, you tugged the blanket higher, reaching back for your novel.
he snuck a glance your way, tilting his head slightly toward you.
“are you cold? i can go and make us some hot tea, if you like.”
you only snuggled closer, softly nestling your face into the cosy warmth of his sweater, shaking your head.
“mm, it’s fine.”
his breath hitched for just a second—and if it weren’t for the dim lights of his dorm, one look would’ve been enough to see the faint pink burning at the tips of his ears. he wasn’t used to how clingy you could get. even if he didn’t show it, he was praying you couldn’t hear the hammering of his heart, pounding wildly against his chest.
“...do you think we can take kuro and shiro out for a walk tomorrow?”
“you know they’re not actual dogs, right?”
you turned back from his gaze, eyes already tracing the words on the page again, lost in your little world. with a quiet sigh, he gave in.
“fine.”
a faint curve tugged at the corner of his lips, though—and as the crickets of the night sang, the rustle of leaves outside joined them, brushing softly against the windowpane. their quiet song mingled with your sleepy banter, the hum of the city barely audible amid the dorm's stillness.
“hey, are you listening to me?” megumi taunted, stifling a smirk though his eyes stayed glued to the page.
"yeah, yeah. i hear you."
"well?"
“we get up at six tomorrow for a jog, then our mission with the others at nine…”
"and then?"
you tried to recall what came next. you had been listening, but sleep was already weaving its fog through your mind.
"kuro and shiro… at the mall…"
"the mall? what do you mean, the mall?"
"i can bring them… while i shop for clothes with kugisaki later."
megumi blinked slowly, lowering his book an inch.
"...do you even know what you’re saying right now?"
"do you think i can dress them up too?" you murmured, voice thick with drowsiness.
"don’t you dare put them in those baby clothes. they’re literally bigger than you."
"and then we’ll go swimming..."
"what the—are you even listening to me?"
megumi sighed, though his lips twitched at your nonsense. he tried to refocus on the page—the chapter was only three pages from the end—but his eyes kept glancing toward you instead.
"that’ll be fun. hmm... swimming with you and the dogs. i like swimming."
"who said anything about me swimming? wake up, you dolt. you don't even know what you're saying."
"we used to swim... swim... in miyakooooo…" you slurred with a tiny laugh.
"you’re dreaming, you idiot. we’ve never even gone to miyako."
"miyako…"
your voice drifted off, the soft rhythm of your words fading into the hush of the room. never had a few moments of deliberation seemed like an eternity, and your consciousness slowly ebbed away as the weight of sleep pulled you down.
a gentle thump broke the stillness, and the book slipped from your hands, closing neatly on the floor as if the gravity itself had decided the night was far past than needed.
megumi’s head shifted. your own had slumped against his shoulder, hair falling across your face like silk threads.
he froze for a moment, unsure whether to move. then, with quiet aegis, he reached up and brushed a stray strand behind your ear, the tips of his fingers grazing your cheek.
a soft scoff left him.
the faint yellow lamp cast a warm pool of light over the both of you, its glow flickering against the edges of the blanket. he could hear the soft whistle of your breath, the creak of the building settling in the night air.
with a tired sigh, he rubbed the stiffness from his neck before tucking the blanket higher over your shoulders, his hand lingering for a second longer than it needed to.
in the quiet of the cold room, he let his eyes wander over you, the gentle curve of your expression, and the peace he rarely saw in his own life.
then he leaned forward just slightly, resting his head atop yours.
the air smelled faintly of tea leaves and paper, the soft hum of the lamp filling the silence, and when his eyes finally did close, a warmth bloomed quietly in his chest. he ended the night with a hidden smirk—one at your ridiculousness, and another at how light his heart suddenly felt.
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knock, knock, knock.
silence.
bang! bang!
the door slammed open, the sound slicing through the soft hum of morning. sunlight spilt across the floorboards, catching the edges of dust that drifted lazily through the air.
"where the hell were you guys—"
nobara froze. mid-sentence. mid-breath.
yuji peeked from behind her shoulder, his grin fading the moment he saw.
the two of you were fast asleep on the couch, tangled under a pale blue blanket, and his head resting on top of yours. your eyes fluttered open, hazy, half-dreaming. the air smelled faintly of detergent and black tea gone cold. warmth lingered on your cheek where megumi’s sleeve brushed against you.
slowly, you squinted toward the doorway, consciousness still drifting in the fog of sleep. above your head, a low, groggy voice grumbled.
"what the hell…"
megumi tilted his head up, brows furrowed as the room spun in a haze of sleep. maybe it was the exhaustion from all the missions, or perhaps he just didn’t care anymore—but without thinking, he reached out for his book on the table, paused, and instead grabbed yours.
he slung the poor thing straight at yuji, the soft thwack echoing across the room, before letting his head drop back down to nuzzle into your hair.
“get the hell out,” he muttered, voice thick and slurred.
you froze in shock, immediately blinking awake at what was happening. and… for a moment, you burst into a quiet laugh, waving the bruised duo away.
maybe morning megumi wasn’t too bad.
"you do know that was my book you threw?"
"mhm."
...never mind.
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notes: i truly believe megumi has read hachiko at least once i truly believe this i really do i love him so much FLUFFFF
Toji Fushiguro never cries
Even after he'd first killed someone. Even after the zenin clan continued to bully him and treat him like absolute garbage. Even after he ran away and became an assassin for the association.
Even when you passed.
He never cried. He was a man, and men don't show their emotions. They don't break down and shed tears. They don't allow themselves to be soft.
Because life taught them to be that way. To stay strong no matter what; to avoid the judgement of the world and society and to be the pillars of strength that women weren't expected to be.
Toji hated all of it—yet he couldn't help but conform to it anyway.
Except for that day.
He was cleaning the house since he didn't have work for once, doing a general organization while little Megumi was at school learning who knows what. As long as it wasn't jujutsu.
He was in the middle of emptying out a messy cabinet full of files and old clothes and memorabilia, whatnot, grumbling under his breath and coughing as the dust brushed his huffing nose. Sorting through them, discarding file after old, yellowing file, and grunting at the broken items while tossing them into the trash, his hand accidentally brushed against small and square something buried underneath an old stack of gray receipts.
It was a photograph.
And just like that, Toji was 19 again, staring at you while you laughed out loud and grinned at him like he was the sky and you were his sun.
The polaroid was dusty and old, crinkled and dog-eared on the edges and slightly faded with time. But time couldn't erase the happiness in your smile, the twinkling in your bright eyes. Forever frozen in the small piece of paper.
And he was right beside you. His arm around your waist. His eyes silently admiring you. Mouth curved in a small, quiet smile—the smile only you could really ever manage to bring out of him.
And as he gently traced the curve of your lips, his touch a careful ghost on the gloss as if he was afraid that it would deteriorate at the slightest movement, a single tear slid down his cheek.
And another. And another.
The dam was broken, and for the first time in years Toji Fushiguro cried.
—
The first thing Megumi saw when he entered the house was his father crying.
Perplexed, and confused, stress lined the edge of the boy's frown, unable to understand in his young, toddler mind why his dad was the one crying and not him.
His dad never cried. At least, not until today.
Megumi wasn't sure what to do, so he acted on what his kindhearted conscience told him. He slowly set his bag down, walked over to his father, and hugged him.
A beat of hesitation. Then-
Strong arms encircled Megumi, gently, shaky with thousands of unsaid emotions. His heart beating alongside his son's, synchronized in their pain as he remembered how you'd exactly do the same—offer a hug of comfort whenever he was down, no matter if you knew what was wrong or if you didn't.
"You're just like your mama, you know that?" the man mumbled, letting slip a trembling exhale against Megumi's messy hair. "She'd be so proud."
"I miss mama," Megumi said quietly, muffled by the thin, wrinkled shirt stretched across his father's solid chest.
"I miss her, too, Megs," he whispered back
But that was enough. Father and son, wrapped together in a shaky embrace of love and comfort and family, the ghost of your soft, affectionate chuckle still echoing around the messy home that they called theirs.
It was enough.
note: to be completely honest, this drabble didn't portray their pain as much as I wanted it to, because there were so many unsaid things that raged on in Toji's thoughts. but I think I'll leave it like this for now, with the ghost of the reader's smile still brushing the edge of the canvas a lovely, haunting shade of red
MASTERLIST
tags: @cloudykumo , @inukiiexe, @sweethearticism, @makiette, @satorusrealm, @brooklyncircus, @undedin, @stnpidboi, @tocoolforyou, @iridescentshine, @aprilshiraeth, @hynkari, @satorusdollie, @pwd54gr54, @yunamoona, @love-d-luxe, @ssetsuka, @palanggaaa, @favv-sassy, @batcatgal, @heav3nab0v3, @vehuzzzz, @flvvffy, @valiantunknowncat— (wanna be added to the taglist?)
dividers by @/cafekitsune
gurl I was just swinging by your account like to send you an ask or something and then suddenly I realized- YOU HAVE AN AO3 ACCOUNT?? HOW COME I NEVER KNEW 💔
anyway I just went and followed it :P <3
(do you think I should import some of my works to ao3 too)
yess u should!! more of my char x char ships/non-jjk stuff are theree, but im lwk way too lazy to update it sometimes HAHAHA one day... ill follow you back bb when im on my pc MWAHH luv u <33
ʚ⁺˖ » toge inumaki x reader ; his 24th birthday.
ʚ⁺˖ » w.c : 1.1k (includes drunken kissing)
ʚ⁺˖ » songs: daylight.
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the izakaya of tokyo had always been known to hum with life. especially tonight, as the jujutsu sorcerors raised their glasses high, cheering to toge's birthday. glasses chimed, and laughter burst like fireworks in the golden haze of smoke, mingling with the charred scent of yakitori. the wooden counter had been worn smooth by a thousand nights like this, while the faint rustle of autumn rain whispered just beyond the sliding door.
“to inumaki’s 24th!” maki cheered while the rest followed suit, voices rising like a tide.
you downed yours in one go, the chill biting sharp before the warmth bloomed down your throat. the beer was bitter yet fleeting, and for a heartbeat, the world tilted gold. laughter blurred into warmth, and the lantern lights glistened under the soft veil of dusk. you set the glass down lightly as cheers rippled around you, chest buzzing with laughter and foam.
from the corner of your eye, you caught toge's gaze, worried eyes tracing your flushed cheeks even as he clinked again to another one of maki’s glasses. you turned to him through the drunken haze, face warm, yet grin bright and stupidly wide. his worry lingered for just a breath, then melted entirely as he intertwined his pinky with yours beneath the table.
“you’ve been dating since high school, and you’re still this lovey-dovey?” panda teased, laughter rumbling from your other side. ”gojo would go insane seeing this.”
you snickered at his comment, flicking his forehead with mock offence as warmth bloomed in your chest, reassuring him just how smooth-sailing you two had been going. well, it wasn’t like the others thought otherwise anyway. from high school to college, mixers to late-night study sessions, and even your apartment—the two of you were inseparable.
boyfriend!yuji itadori who loves you loudly. yup, none of that nonchalant shit. i’m talking gifts, bragging about you to his friends, having you as his wallpaper on all his devices—homescreen and lockscreen, photo in wallet… the list goes on.
yuji itadori who is super strong he could pick you up so easily! you know that one trend with sabrina carpenter’s song ‘slim pickins’? yuuuuuup.
yuji itadori who looooooooves staying in with you and cuddling all day. no missions, no errands, no nothing! this is the dream life.
yuji itadori who actually cannot spend even 0.0001 second away from you. how could he when his girlfriend is so amazing, kind, beautiful and loving?!
yuji itadori who tries to cook for you, but unfortunately he’s just not that good at it… his determination for other things make up for it though!
yuji itadori who loves organising dates with you :3 it’s his favourite activity! after, of course, actually going on those dates. the most recent one you guys did was a lego date, something both of you have been wanting to do waaaay before you guys even met!
yuji itadori who is always there to comfort you. no matter how small—from everyday life problems to aftermath arguments between you two. even though you guys argue, the night always ends with you in his arms. he is not letting you sleep without him by your side.
yuji itadori who is the dad to your plant children! he will literally water them and is the type to praise them as if they were humans.
“how’s my favourite shrubs today?^_^”
“look at you!! did momma trim you recently? you are adorable.”
“rosetta, you are glowing! it’s obvious who you take after!”
yuji itadori who admires everything you do. you could literally be vacuuming and he’s entranced.
yuji itadori who listens to everything you say, paying attention to every single detail.
“and then- are you even listening?” you pout.
“mhm. she made a wish while holding the dream house Matt made for her and turned back to her 13-year-old self, right? so what happened next?”
you smile, continuing rambling about the film.
yuji itadori who wants to spend his whole life with you. one time, he saw soooo many cute babies and children at the park; immediately he thought about you. usually, when it’s eepy time and you guys are cuddling, he’d mumble sweet words into your neck as he pecks you: ‘we’ll get married, and… and have as many children as you want! then we’ll raise them, and love them, and grow old together and-’
yuji itadori who just loves you so much, he’s a whole green flag! he tries his best to be the best for you, but little does he know you love him in all ways—flaws included.
finally living up to my name!!🙂↕️
͙͘͡★ divider by @cafekitsune 💐
im gonna sob- the dad to my plant children FKAKAISHSJ
゛𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝟏 . . .
name: inukii / kiki
mbti: infj-t 9w1
bday: 20/07/07
pronouns: she/her
言語: mandarin, taigi, jp+jsl, english, indonesian, spanish.
゛𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝟐 . . .
hii! i write to cope with insomnia at night. otherwise, im usually out motorbiking on my r7 for city lights ⭑ ntmy all! <3
fav chars: xiao 《原神》 , toge inumaki 《呪術廻戦》 . .
fav media: 86, pachinko, slam dunk, orv, persona, code geass, evangelion, bleach, kaiju8, wotakoi, lvl 999 yamada, spider-man, haikyuu.
occupation: dual-degree biochem/design student, grad 2027. 3D veterinarian equipment engineer, video game designer, manga typesetter & translator.
likes: planting, animals, walking my dogs, baking, sweets, coffee, music, literature, writing, garage bands, clubbing, fencing, badminton, watching basketball, games, racing, cars, sportbikes, engines, stargazing, travelling, zombies.
dislikes: ai and vodka.
𓏲ּ𝄢: electric bassist, guitarist, pianist, flautist, oboeist, harpist, violinist, cellist.
bass: fender duff mckagan signature deluxe precision, yamaha bb234. fav keys: yamaha r7, porsche 918 spyder, m3.
𖤝: roblox, minecraft, last of us, silent hill, otome, jrpgs.
rank: imm3 on valorant. gm on league. 300+ stars on ml. conqueror on pubg. 3k hrs on mh, ffxiv.
゛𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝟑 . . .
please read the tags before proceeding and keep them in mind while reading. this is just for fun, so i kindly ask to not spread any hate. thank you~
my inbox is open for anything, esp to be moots or friends! ༄.°
CH 2┆spiderman!yuji itadori x f!reader CH 1 ⇐ CH 2 ⇒CH 3
ʚ⁺˖ » synopsis: with great power comes great responsibility, and a thousand reasons to run. his father left him grief, your mother gave him rules. you gave him a reason to stay.
ʚ⁺˖ » w.c: 17k, art cred: ig@/baaoozhe〃tooth-rotting fluff, angst, smut, spiderman au, college au, childhood friends to lovers, living together, alcohol, weed, making out while high, unprotected p in v, creampíe, dogfuckingstyle, bréastplay, domestic violence, childhood trauma, happy ending.
ʚ⁺˖ » songs: playlist〃notes: sorry this took so long, i was going thru a p bad breakup lolz i was rly losing it... hope yall enjoy it tho <3 tysm all for pt1 support u all make me soo happy /gen :)
Like most superhero stories, this one begins with the usual feats of New York’s famed friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.
Cue the late nights of bleeding billboards, the drunk howls of college students, the endless chorus of yellow cabs honking their impatience into the dark. And on paper, it’s near perfection, a city alive in all the ways it knows how to be.
Keyword: near.
Because this Spider-Man isn’t just a masked miracle swinging between skyscrapers, he’s a college student... and college students party.
But Yuji Itadori’s version of “partying” is a little different.
HI i js wanted 2 say you write so well 🥲 like RLLY RLLY good, ive read the megumi fics nd omg it's perfect. i like ur vocab nd everything u're so cool ! i look forward to more of your works 🫶
hii!! omg, thank you soso much 🥹 im so glad you liked itt, messages like these seriously make my day and i hope you enjoy the next ones <3 have a good dayy mwah🫰🫰
oh my days kiki good morning! I just saw that you posted chapter two so like, yes bb await my tags :D
but also are you okay? 🥹 like I read ur note about the breakup and it sounds pretty bad, so I just wanted to let you know that my dms are always open! :')
ily, and don't let any man treat you like trash okay you are beautiful the way you are
awee viviii HIII im excited ASFF waiting for ur tagss, theyre always my favourite!! <33 and tysm ure literally the kindest ever, MWAH, you don't know how much that means to me, thankfully im still floating on for now i guess... but still, same here if you ever wanna talk too, youre literally the sweetesttt 💕💕 it just happens inevitably when youre a lovergirl ig but idc ilysm!! i hope everything goes the bestest for youu <3
Synopsis: in which Toji wakes up in a hospital with retrograde amnesia, and asks for you, but is told that you won't be coming. because weeks earlier, he broke your heart. leaving him to face a love he remembers and an ending you cannot forget.
Warnings: angsty, a little funny in parts maybe, usual victim lol, no comfort, lotta cursing, retrograde amnesia, hospital rooms, mentions of needles, mentions of some bodily injury, mentions of insecurity, mentions of death and violence, quotes from Pinterest (credit to whoever said them), some sexual language and references, not proofread - might return to it eventually to fix it up Word Count: 5.2k
There were things in Toji Fushiguro’s life he never expected to happen:
There were other things, he was sure, but for all intents and purposes, those three things were exactly what he woke up to on a dull, Wednesday morning.
He didn’t actually remember how he got in the hospital bed, with needles poking in his arms and machines beeping and thrumming around him. Nor why he felt sore all over, like he’d been hit by a truck, which reversed right back over his body. And not even why he had gotten in a fight to begin with.
The only reason he knew there was a fight in the first place was because a certain, suited chainsmoker was more than happy to tell him.
“That’s bullshit.”
you are objectively the best writer i’ve seen on this platform and unfortunately i have to go kill myself whether it is because i feel stupid being unable to comprehend complicated concepts you so beautifully articulate or because i can’t do the same. i hope this came across as a compliment
THANK YOU SO MUCHH OMG??! i get scared a lot that half of what i say is like- incomprehensible im sorry i literally suck at explaining things- but ty!! you're literally so sweet you rot me with diabetes MWAHH, and your writing is just as beautiful, dont worry!! <33
SEE U DONT EVEN SUCK AT EXPLAINING THINGS YOUR VOCABULARY IS CRACKED SO IT SOUNDS EDUCATED
CH 2┆spiderman!yuji itadori x f!reader CH 1 ⇐ CH 2 ⇒CH 3
ʚ⁺˖ » synopsis: with great power comes great responsibility, and a thousand reasons to run. his father left him grief, your mother gave him rules. you gave him a reason to stay.
ʚ⁺˖ » w.c: 17k, art cred: ig@/baaoozhe〃tooth-rotting fluff, angst, smut, spiderman au, college au, childhood friends to lovers, living together, alcohol, weed, making out while high, unprotected p in v, creampíe, dogfuckingstyle, bréastplay, domestic violence, childhood trauma, happy ending.
ʚ⁺˖ » songs: playlist〃notes: sorry this took so long, i was going thru a p bad breakup lolz i was rly losing it... hope yall enjoy it tho <3 tysm all for pt1 support u all make me soo happy /gen :)
Like most superhero stories, this one begins with the usual feats of New York’s famed friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.
Cue the late nights of bleeding billboards, the drunk howls of college students, the endless chorus of yellow cabs honking their impatience into the dark. And on paper, it’s near perfection, a city alive in all the ways it knows how to be.
Keyword: near.
Because this Spider-Man isn’t just a masked miracle swinging between skyscrapers. He’s a college student... and college students party.
But Yuji Itadori’s version of “partying” is a little different.
