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cinzuku · 10 months

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Never Grow Up (gojo x you)

summary: on the first night megumi is in gojo's care, you give the kid some things to help him sleep.

word count: 2k

cw/tags: friends to lovers, mild language, mentions of toji and satoru's fight with toji, mentions of food, fluffy fluffy fluff

note: i'm such a sucker for co-parenting megumi with satoru, that's it. hope you enjoy!

likes/reblogs/feedback is appreciated <3

“Surprise! Your favorite is here now!” A melodic voice rings out behind you in the courtyard, and you skeptically cross your arms in front of your chest as you turn to face him. He pouts at your serious expression, frowning down at you over the rim of his sunglasses. “Why the face?”

“Where’s the kid?”

“I asked first, but he’s fine.” He draws out the last vowel, throwing his head to the side casually. You track his lanky, carefree movements with a narrow stare that Suguru would be proud of. “I put him in one of the spare rooms for the night.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “And then you just left him?”

“Like I said, he’ll be fine. He’s a tough kid.” He gives you one of those heart-stuttering sly grins, but you’re too exasperated to dwell on how handsome he looked.

“He’s four, Satoru, and fatherless. You’re not doing very well with this whole ‘mentor’ thing so far.” You shake your head, turning on your heel and heading for the dorms. Satoru falls into step next to you, still attempting to flirt some affection out of you, but you’re unbreakable. “Remind me his name again?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“And his dad–”

“Tried to kill me.”

“But you–”

“Killed his dad, and bought him from the Zenin clan to train here.” He finishes your sentences naturally and patiently, opening the door for you as you approach the boys’ dorms. “I put him in here,” Satoru says, guiding you through the halls to a room in the back corner of the building.

“You really put him all by himself in the back?” Your chest hurt at the idea of a little elementary school boy alone in the dank halls of the building.

“Nanami said he didn’t want to be bothered by a child all night.” Of course he did, and of course, Satoru listened.

“Neither of you know how to handle children. Where’s his sister?”

“With relatives on his mom’s side. I’ll be in contact with them at some point.” You nod, reaching for the door handle when he stops you, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist. “Whatcha doing?”

“I’m gonna talk to him, Satoru. Sorcerer or not, he’s probably terrified of being in a new place with people he doesn’t know.” A thoughtful look crosses Satoru’s face, and he reluctantly releases you.

“Fine. But be warned; he’s not the most talkative kid.” He shrugs, leaning against the dead end of the hallway to wait.

You find Megumi lying awake on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Spiky black hair falls around his face, and the blanket looks oversized for his small body. He sits up carefully when you open the door, pulling back the covers and sitting cross legged as you kneel in front of him.

“Hi, Megumi.” He’s silent, eyeing you warily with a guarded expression. You smile warmly and look at him as softly as possible. God knows how Satoru was acting with him before he came to you. You introduce yourself and watch his eyes twinkle when you mention that you’re a student at Jujutsu Tech. “I’m the same age as Satoru, that guy who brought you here.”

“He’s weird.”

You can’t help snickering, especially when you know that Satoru was probably eavesdropping from the other side of the wall. The scowl plastered across his face is probably very entertaining. “I know; he is pretty weird. But you’ll grow to like him, I promise. Are you hungry?”

“No. He bought me McDonalds.”

“I see. What’s your favorite thing at McDonalds?”

“I like chicken. He ate four burgers.” His voice stays relatively even, but the corner of his mouth quirks up when he describes the ungodly amount of Big Macs Satoru consumed.

“Yeah, he’s…like that. Well, I just wanted to check on you before you fell asleep, if you needed anything? A glass of water or something?” Megumi falls silent, eyes flicking around the room anxiously. He wrings his fingers, adjusting his seat on the bed and avoiding your gaze. He must have been nervous to be sleeping in a new place, in a bed he didn’t know and surrounded by strangers.

You redirect your attention to the open air beside you, spreading your fingers and summoning a small black portal on the floor. “I have a few things for you, if you’d like them.” Despite his hesitancy, innocent eyes peek over the edge of the bed to the void on the floor, fascinated. You reach your hand into the portal, feeling the cold air on your forearm while you rummage around for Megumi’s gifts. Your fingers find faux-fur and you pull out a stuffed gray wolf with pointy ears in a sitting position. His mouth falls open in surprise, boyish and sweet. You reach back in again a few more times, retrieving a blanket, a toothbrush, and a nightlight that cast constellations on the ceiling.

Megumi’s eyes zero in on the wolf, and you hold it out for him to take. His fingers delicately sink into the plush fur, and your heart feels a little lighter as he places it on his lap, leaning over the edge at the other goodies you’d pulled from your domain. Even if he was technically a Zenin child, to you, he was just a little boy whose curiosity got the better of him. As you continue to wordlessly hand him items, you see him visibly relax, examining the nightlight and fiddling with the corner of his blanket.

You clear your throat, keeping your voice as gentle as possible. “I know you don’t know anything about techniques yet, but if my research is semi-correct, the first shikigami you’ll be able to summon are dogs. I picked this little guy up for you to have. If you don’t like it or don’t want it, I can get you something different–”

“I like it.” His soft voice quickly cuts you off, and he hugs the toy closer to his chest as if you were going to take it from him. “I want to keep it.”

You smile at him, and he finally meets your gaze with less fear than minutes earlier. “Okay,” you nod. “I’m happy you like it.”

He’s barely able to murmur a “thank you” before the door aggressively slides open and Satoru dramatically drapes himself in the doorway. You and Megumi stare at him, unentertained by his theatrics. “Alright, kid, that’s enough chit-chat. Time for bed.”

“I am in bed.” As Megumi fires off replies, you reach over and plug in his nightlight. Little stars scatter across the ceiling in different shades of yellow and blue.

“You know what I mean. Time for you to go to sleep.”

“You just want your friend back,” Megumi states boredly and you bite back a smirk at Satoru’s reddening face. The boy looks at you, down at his wolf, and back at Satoru. “I like them better than you.”

You snort, and Satoru looks like he’s been shot, throwing a hand over his heart in agony. “Cast out by my own kin. How cruel fate is!”

“I’m not related to you.”

“That’s not the point, Megumi.”

“You said during dinner that was the whole point.”

“You’re putting words in my mouth.” Children, you think. A child arguing with a taller child.

Your hand reaches out to lightly ruffle Megumi’s hair and you rise from the floor. “Sorry, Satoru. You heard the kid– I’m his favorite.” You wink at Megumi, laying out the blanket and patting the pillow to encourage him to lie down. “Unfortunately, he’s right. It’s time for sleep. We’ll be around in the morning to get you, okay? And then maybe we can get some breakfast. How’s that sound?”

Megumi nods, curling his body around the stuffed wolf and letting you pull the covers over him. His eyes find the star-shaped projections on the ceiling and trace invisible shapes on them. Satoru’s arm naturally wraps around your shoulders as you make to exit the dorm, but before you step out, you hear Megumi’s tiny voice in the darkness.

“Goodnight.”

You can still slightly see him from the glow of the rising moon, and you smile over your shoulder. “Goodnight, Megumi.”

As Satoru walks you back to your dorm, his arm doesn’t leave its place around your body. If anything, he pulls you closer, and you let him. He’s taken his sunglasses off, allowing the light of the stars to reflect off of his hair and his vibrantly blue eyes. You always thought Satoru looked most handsome at night, and tonight was no different. Allowing yourself to consider him like you were was walking a fine line between friends and more than friends, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to cross it.

“I’m just irresistible tonight, aren’t I?” His teasing snaps you out of your love-struck daydream, grounding you back to the present. He must have caught you staring.

“You’re definitely something, Satoru.” He hums smugly, and you look at him out of the corner of your eye. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. Just find it cute that I rendered you without a spunky remark for the first time.”

“You’re gonna get a lot more than a spunky remark if you keep looking like that, asshole.” You poke his side and he yelps, contorting away from you like one of those car dealership inflatables. You can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips and Satoru can definitely see the heart-eyes you were giving him. For once, the mutual flirting seemed that it might actually mean something tonight. You reach your dorm, and Satoru follows you in without invitation like he’d done hundreds of times before.

“You’re really good with the kid.” His limbs stretch out as he flops onto the covers while you slip off your shoes. “How do you do it?”

You toss sleeping clothes on the bed, debating on aiming for the white-haired idiot on it. “I just pretend he’s you.”

“That’s rude. Are you calling me a toddler?”

“That’s exactly what I’m calling you, Satoru. This whole thing is a little kid taking care of a slightly smaller kid.” You stand between his legs with your hands on your hips, and he sits up to look at you. For once, he needed to look up at you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

“I’m not nervous, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Gojo Satoru doesn’t get nervous about anything, you know, but it was still a bold move to basically adopt a child right out of high school. Even for him.

“You’re not?” He shakes his head confidently, peering up at you with those stupidly bright blue eyes. “How?”

“Because I have you.” Your stomach does a backflip. “I never get nervous because I have you.” His hand finds its way into yours, and you bring up your free hand to caress his cheek with your thumb. You guess tonight was the night to cross the line.

“Did you just baby-trap me with a child that is neither of ours, Satoru?” Your hand cups his face, and he leans into your touch.

“Oops.” You chuckle, letting him pull you closer until he’s able to press his lips up to yours. As he stands at his full height, his hand comes to tilt your chin upward while your arms slide around his neck. You stay there for a few moments, drowning in the overwhelming presence of his body. “I think we’re gonna be great at this whole parenting thing,” he murmurs against your lips when you pull back to breathe.

“I can’t believe the way you ask to date me is with an orphan. That’s emotional manipulation.”

“I call it effective persuasion.” You shake your head at his antics, and he presses a feather-light kiss to your temple. You sigh, face falling in disappointment as you check the time.

“Alright, get out.” Your hands reluctantly press against his chest to no avail. He never turned on Infinity around you, but he was immovable on his own.

“Ouch, tired of me already?”

“That, and we’re taking Megumi to breakfast tomorrow. For all three of our sakes, you need to try to rest.”

“Scared that I’m gonna die and adopt my murderer’s kid again?”

“Don’t even joke about that. You can’t just kiss me and then die. It’s not fair,” your mumbles trail off when Satoru kisses you tenderly one last time, nudging your nose with his.

“You’re a menace.”

“I know you love it.”

“I guess I do.”

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cinzuku · 10 months

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— 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

♡ 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You wouldn't leave Satoru facing a cold night alone.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fluff, drabble, words a little explicit, comfort, mention of riko, kuroi and geto, a drop of angst, inspired by episode 3

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.780!

The cold, sharp, hard feel of the smooth floor surged through your feet; and mentally you berated yourself for not wearing your slippers, which were probably lying around the room.

A smug expression formed on your slightly sleeping face, and you nearly caught yourself in a groan. — But, in no way, would you go back to get them, after all, it's a crude and useless thing to gain your focus.

And, also, there was something far more important to focus your attention and dedication on.

With the vision, totally, heavy and sleepy, you started to direct yourself to the presence that was before and centered in your eyes. — It wasn't pitch black, or too dark for so much exaggeration; the light of the moon, which was on its full days, illuminated the calm, subtle and pleasant environment.

"You should be sleeping." — The heavy voice, in charge of tiredness, but denying itself in such a way, exclaimed in the place and in his ears. — And you would be lying, coldly, if you didn't claim that a shiver ran through your body.

At no time, or under any circumstances, did he need to turn or direct his eyes, in a fine way, to recognize you or observe your appearance; that's because he didn't need to. — The young sorcerer felt your presence, the moment you put your feet on the ground, in the same second.

"Satoru..." — Your voice came out weak, influenced by the sleep interrupted a while ago and not being able to hide the concern landing, perfectly, in the ears of the oldest.

His name was the only thing that came out of your mouth at that moment; and it was the only thing on your mind. — Satoru was awake, in a cold and full dawn, and it wasn't the first time he did that. — And it wouldn't be the last.

That not only worried you, it also bothered you; You felt your chest heave when you looked into his tired, overworked blue eyes. — At certain points, dark circles formed in the region close to his eyes and, with the luck of his glasses, which he made a point of hiding.

It was obvious that Kuroi and Riko could find something strange or question something, since that pair of glasses was a living part of Gojo; however, you and Geto knew what was actually happening.

Geto ended up, on his own, unraveling what was happening with Gojo in recent time; but, to be more specific, the young black-haired sorcerer put all the factors together today. — It was not difficult to listen to their conversation, which was brief, during the morning.

You hate the mediocre fact that you've snooped on someone's conversation. — Even more so when admitting such an act.

You moved your feet and walked towards Gojo's image; it seemed like with every step you took, a chilling shock coursed through your body. — You knew whether it was the cold feeling of the ground or Satoru's presence.

The answer was clear, direct and obvious. — It was him.

"Hmm?" — The white-haired boy, who was wearing an oddly flashy orange coat, grumbled when he saw you approaching. — He still kept the same clothes he spent the whole morning wearing, nothing changed; he didn't even close his coat against the winds.

However, his face was completely heavy, tired; along with his blank stare, but on the alert for everything, even a fly. — Satoru didn't know what it was to blink at that exact moment; he didn't know what it was, at least, to rest.

It wasn't the first time, let alone the last, that he would do this. — And you both know it.

"…and you should be there with me." — You replied, with a little rigor, with your repression and trying to stifle a yawn, but soon failing miserably. — "It's strange not to feel you trying to steal the blankets." — A clumsy, sleepy confession, however, causes a small, subtle laugh to escape Satoru's lips.

It wasn't just weird, it was more than that; it was something that I still didn't have the name in the language. — Discomfort? Affliction? Fear? Anguish? — You felt all of that at once.

"So is that a way of saying you can't sleep without me, my love?" — Gojo tried to soften the situation, at least a little. His voice was haggard, without much enthusiasm and charisma, which was rare to see in Satoru.

The blue eyes, which recall the sky and ward off any problems that haunted his mind, heavy but obliged to be aware of everything around, landed in your presence; who was now ahead of Gojo. — His glasses were a little droopy, so you finally get to see his bluish eye sockets.

"Understand it however you like." — A genuine smile, and a little shy, formed on your lips. — Satoru wasn't lying, or talking one more of his nonsense as usual; those words were indeed worthy of a truth.

A truth that also revealed one of his worst and greatest fears; not feel Gojo's presence next to your. — Not feeling the feel of his big body against your, not feeling his hands around you, not even feeling your legs pinning his to keep from getting off the bed. — Only, not feeling Satoru with you.

Perhaps, that might sound more selfish than it sounds; even more so because you are a jujutsu sorceress. — Along with the mission and oath to protect the weakest and those unaware of curses. — But, it was suffocating, a bit of torture, watching and witnessing all the cursed factors going on around you and knowing that you could be on the verge of failing everything and losing everything.

However, it is clear that in the jujutsu world one cannot get one's hopes up. — And that's something you haven't learned to deal with yet.

"We'll leave in the morning, i think you better go back to your room, little lady." — Satoru uttered with responsibility and reason, which was something he had at that moment; a very rare occasion. — "I don't want to hear your mumbling or having to carry you the whole way." — He raised one of his hands to his chin, as if he was thinking of something promising. — "Although i wouldn't complain, huh?"

"Eh? Shut up, idiot…" — You replied, unable to contain or interrupt a light and at the same time warm laugh.

Noticing that there was space left on the small sofa, where Satoru was sitting, you pass by the young man and don't wait or think twice, so you take comfort in the seat. — It wasn't as comfortable and fluffy, of course, as the bed in the room where you were staying, but it was better than standing all that time.

Suddenly, a cold but pleasant breeze, carrying the strong smell of the sea, passed by you. — You've never seen a night as cold as this one. — And, automatically, he put his legs together in the intention of trying to warm up and not go through those freezing seconds. — Maybe you were exaggerating, just maybe.

You took a deep breath, and prayed, mentally, that the night would pass quickly. — And finally, you guys go back to jujutsu school. — Your eyes tried to search, observe and admire something during that time to distract himself, intending to distance your thoughts about the present occurrences.

A surprising yawn escapes your lips, once again that night, and you feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier, unable to force them open but stubborn against it and trying, hard, to stay awake. — You didn't want to leave Gojo alone until dawn.

In a flash, you let your head rest on the tip of Satoru's shoulder; and with the fluffy and soft fabric of your coat, it doesn't make the situation so uncomfortable. — The word "discomfort" disappeared, bravely, from the world and from your mouth when he was close to Satoru. — It was as if all the curses, evils and badness in the world disappeared when his heavenly eyes met your or just saw his shadow.

Satoru was your home. — Where it made you feel safe and protected and loved.

And in such a comfortable and cozy situation, sleep, which had been accumulating for all that time, eventually caught up with you. — Your body relaxed, even though it wasn't in an appropriate position and that can cause certain pains in the morning, and all the thoughts that disturbed you so much had a chance to disappear.

Satoru wasn't scared, or bothered, of course, he would never bother with you or with any miserable thing you did; the sorcerer smiled. — But, it wasn't a common smile or the kind he lived in stamped on his face; it was a passionate smile, fascinated and alive. — A smile with a meaning he understood from the day you met.

Beneath his typical dark glasses, Satoru admired you with mixed feelings, but the feeling of passion struggled in the older man's chest; if he had the chance to steer you away from all the evil non-wizard and sorcerer reasons, he wouldn't think twice. — You were strong, he wouldn't deny that even if he had to walk over burning coals. But he cared about you, just like you cared about him.

Even though he didn't believe so faithfully in the talks and speeches about destiny, Satoru begged for the future not to be so heavy on you two. — He couldn't get his hopes up, that's what the jujutsu school insisted on, but Satoru was never one to follow rules or teachings.

With a slow movement, trying his best not to wake you, Satoru directed his large and thin hand in yours and, thus, holding it. — The size comparison between your hand and his always caught Gojo's attention. — Thin, cold and a little rough fingers began to intertwine with yours; Satoru, with just his thumb, made small, circular movements in the palm of your hand.

During his admiration, Gojo began to feel a grip on his hand and, soon, he understood that it was you. — You squeezed, lightly, Satoru's hand, as if you were dreaming or just instinct for the feeling, even not knowing what it was, in fact, he increased the smile that kept on his face.

"My angel." — He whispered, more to himself than to you; soon, Satoru directed his hand, which he was holding, to your thin and affectionate lips and leaving a lingering kiss under the soft and slightly warm region.

Only the gods, if they actually existed, knew how he wanted that moment to last forever. — Satoru would do anything, kill anything or anyone to keep that moment so intimate, so naive and cozy with you forever.

"My beautiful angel."

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cinzuku · 10 months

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I saw one too many Satosugu Angst edits i had to sit kn the floor I’m in grief please where is the happy Satosugu hcs

#bubblime's thoughts #satosugu #satoru gojo #Suguru geto #Gojo x geto

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cinzuku · 10 months

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IVE JUST HAD MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY ALTERED BY ANOTHER FICTIONAL MAN

#bubblime's thoughts

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cinzuku · 10 months

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gentle [ m. fushiguro x reader ]

megumi is so gentle, and that's what you love about him.

megumi x gn!reader | wc: 1.7k+

warnings: angst, reader is not a sorcerer, so much angst but a happy ending, a brief mention of suicidal thoughts, an extremely vague spoiler, timeskip megumi he's an adult

You know there's something wrong when Megumi knocks on your door at 2:35 AM.

You know it because he collapses into your arms and you hear the rainwater drip onto your hardwood floor; he buries his face into your neck above your collarbone, soaking the straps of your tank top, and you wonder with a heavy heart if his face is wet from the rain or his tears.

You know it because you hold him like that for minutes on end, your front door wide open as the storm brews on outside.

You know it because when he steps out of your bathroom after you gave him a clean set of clothes— his hoodie that he gave you and the sweatpants he tried to buy for you (he accidentally got a size larger)— his undereyes are puffy and red, and he attempts a weak smile.

You know it because he doesn't say a word, even as you lay your blankets over him before you lie down on your side.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Your voice cracks against your will, and you do your best to swallow the mucus that's building up in your throat, because even if you've seen Megumi at his low moments, you've never seen this before— you think the moment might be seared into your brain forever, how he shivered at your touch despite the fact that his skin was far colder than yours, how he looked so lost on your doorstep.

Your heart aches for him.

You've forgotten that despite his brilliance, that a human’s hands get tired after a while, that a human’s shoulders can only carry the weight of the world for so long, that a human’s legs can get sore, that a human’s lungs can stop breathing, that a human’s heart can stop beating, and that Fushiguro Megumi is only human.

Despite everything, he's still only human.

He stares at you with that same heartbroken expression, his jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyelashes wet, and his voice barely comes out as a whisper, “I think we should break up.”

The tension in your room gets heavy as you take a quick breath, “C’mon, ‘Gumi, you don't mean that, what's wrong?” Your hand grips underneath the pillow.

He stays silent, but his eyes shift to the pillow you lie on, the way your hair sprawls out on it. “I had a nightmare.” He says quietly, “Except it wasn't a nightmare, because nightmares aren't fucking real— these were just my memories. I was just watching them like a fucking sideshow, I wasn't even chained down to the chair or anything, I could've left if I wanted to but I couldn't bring myself to move— I just kept watching.”

You don't know much about Megumi’s past, nor the world of sorcery in general, only that it's heavy and burdened. He tries not to let it affect him, but you can tell that it's there, beneath the ocean of kindness in his eyes. You know his dreams sometimes make him restless, based on how he mutters nonsense in his sleep from time to time. You know that like many teenagers, he used to think about what it might be like to die, to stop the suffering that mangled his waking moments; but unlike many teenagers, he's brushed death more times than he could count on both of his hands. You know that something happened to him when he was 15, something that scarred his mind and tampered with his heart; something that was far worse than death. Every time you've asked, he's brushed it off, retreating back into his cave of comfort and shadows— and it's fine with you, because as long as you have him, you're fine.

“I'm not good enough to be with you.” His words sound thick and heavy with an emotion that you've never heard from him, “You deserve someone strong enough to protect you, someone—”

“What are you saying?” You can barely see anything with your lights turned off, but you see his hand reach up to his eyes, wiping something wet away.

“You don't deserve to carry someone else's baggage for the rest of your life. Especially not mine.” He struggles to get through the sentence, his pain etched onto every single syllable that leaves his mouth.

You feel the tears well up in your eyes but you try to keep them at bay, sniffling your nose, because you love Fushiguro Megumi. You've never said the words out loud, but you feel it in your bones, coursing through your veins, so much so that it lights fires in your nerves— not the ones that burn, the ones that heal, the ones that protect.

“I love you though.” You croak, “Baggage and all.”

The storm rages on outside, but you doubt it can compare to the turmoil you see in Megumi’s eyes. It leaves you quiet, makes your room feel all too silent, and he clenches his jaw again.

“Why?”

It's an easy question to answer, you think to yourself. You love Megumi because he makes your chest feel all warm and fuzzy, because he makes you laugh until your cheeks hurt, because he doesn't pretend to be strong around you. You love him because when he kisses you, you can tell how much he loves you too.

“Because you're gentle.” You say softly, “Because even when you act so grumpy ‘nd stoic around everyone, even though you're this super strong sorcerer or whatever, whenever you come back home to me, you're gentle.”

Home.

Megumi likes that word.

You gingerly reach your hand to cup the side of his face, lying against his jaw as your thumb strokes his wet cheek, he flinches, but he doesn't flinch away. “I don't love you despite your baggage, I love you with it.” You lean forward, placing a kiss on his forehead before you lean away to look at him. You try to study the way his dark eyes shift, the way his eyebrows move, the curves of his nose, the wobble in his lips.

“I love you because you're sweet, because you're kind, because you're soft, because you care,” you list each reason with a peck on his warm skin, “I love you because you're you.”

Megumi stares at your eyes, then your lips, before he kisses you. He always kisses you like you're the world to him, he's always sickeningly sweet as his lips mold against yours, but there's something delicate this time. He's extra gentle, like if he kisses you too hard he might break, like he'll fall apart only to never be put back together. You know when Megumi is trying to shield his heart from his own emotions, but you were never one to push, especially not now, not with the way he trembles when he pulls away, how his breathing slows, but you can feel it: the urgency in his emotions, just how much he cares about you.

“I'm sorry,” he apologies, “My mind is a mess today.”

“To be clear, we're not breaking up, right?” You ask weakly, a hesitant smile making it's way onto your face.

“No.” Megumi shakes his head, “I don't want to.”

He lies a little bit more open now, no longer using his arms to protect him, no longer creating a barrier between you and him. You take the silent invitation, moving slowly, gingerly shifting towards him as you take him into your arms. He lies on your chest, his arms around your waist, and once you put your arms around him, he pulls you towards him, hugging you close.

“I like you,” he murmurs, his eyes closed, “So much.”

“Even if I was a worm?” You quip faintly, half a heart to go with your joke, the rest to focus soley on the man in your arms. You don't mind that he doesn't say that he loves you, you know he's not the type to articulate his emotions, and it's okay, because for Megumi, you would wait until the world got swallowed by the sun.

“I think so, yeah.” He laughs a little bit— relief— you think to yourself, “I'd build a cute terrarium for you and make sure the soil is good, I'd water it every day and make sure the roots are fine. I'd think about putting other worms in there, but…”

“You'd get jealous?” You gasp in delight, giggling at the way he blushes feverishly against your skin, “Don't worry, ‘Gumi, I wouldn't fall for anyone else. Even if they were a worm too.”

You know your relationship isn't perfect, you two couldn't stop arguing when you met afterall, you know that you're not perfect either, but there's something about the way Megumi loves you that sends your heart skipping a beat, that gets your blood pumping faster.

Even if you have yet to clean up your hardwood floors, even if his hair is still damp against your silk pillowsheet, even as the lightning and rain pour relentlessly outside, Megumi still makes you feel nervous, like you're a teenager holding hands with another person for the first time; Megumi loves you surely— awfully slowly, but so securely.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” Megumi asks, his breathing evening out, his grip on you loosening.

“Always.”

The night washes away and it's tones and hues of dark blue and purple turn into the morning sky, and Megumi wakes up at the same time he always does.

It's the start of his routine to wake up at 7 AM every day, even if he's only gotten a couple hours of sleep, even if you wake up much later. He sees you, though, your arms still around his and the rest of your body curled into him. Your hair is messy and sprawled, your chest rising up and down in slow breaths, your top hitched to show a little bit of your bare skin. He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, carefuly watching your expressions.

And for the first time in a while, Megumi lets himself feel tired. He closes his eyes, letting his body bask in the sun that's just barely peeking through the blinds, hugging you tighter as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

Even though he thought the world was going to end yesterday, even though the weather seemed to agree, the sun still rose. Maybe that meant something.

“I love you.” He whispers quietly, so much so that even he can barely hear it. As he falls asleep, he thinks he hears you say that you love him too.

a/n: au where megumi actually survives 😝😂 jk idk whats actually gonna happen but if i see gege on the streets its actually on sight. the way the ch 230 leaks actually tore my fucking heart out omfg this is NOT the megumi update i wanted my poor son get behind me 🤺🤺🤺

#FIC RECS #THROWING UP THIS IS SO GOOD M

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cinzuku · 10 months

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I GOT A GOJO FIGURE RAHHHH

#bubblime's thoughts

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cinzuku · 10 months

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Looking 4 moots 🥹🥹 pls rb if u see anything on my page / in my intro that is similar to you. A lot of my old moots r no longer active (and the ones that are, wya 🗣️🗣️) so I’m looking for more activity bc I def wanna return to tumblr before school starts again

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cinzuku · 10 months

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♡⇢ naps with megumi are peaceful.

♡⇢ naps with megumi on sunday’s during mid-day when no one is on campus

♡⇢ naps with megumi who has the window open to have fresh air with the sounds of birds chirping or light rain in the room

♡⇢ naps with megumi who now has a ton of blankets at the end of the bed for you

♡⇢ naps with megumi who is dressed in sweatpants and the graphic tee you got for him he swore he’d never wear

♡⇢ naps with megumi who gets annoyed if it doesn’t happen or gets moved later

♡⇢ naps with megumi who prefers sleeping closer to the door just in case

♡⇢ naps with megumi who needs to make sure you’re asleep first so he can admire you

♡⇢ naps with megumi who absolutely melted the first time you held him to sleep

♡⇢ naps with megumi who kisses your forehead and whispers a gentle ‘I love you’ before resting

♡⇢ naps with megumi who fixes your bonnet/durag if he notices it slipping

♡⇢ naps with megumi who can no longer sleep without a fan thanks to you

♡⇢ naps with megumi who adores when you squeeze his hand tighter as you drift off

♡⇢ naps with megumi whose sheets now linger with your smell when you’re gone

♡⇢ naps with megumi where you leave soft kisses on his face to wake him up

♡⇢ naps with megumi who scrunches his face up when finally stirs

♡⇢ naps with megumi who loves waking up to the sun making your skin glow

♡⇢ naps with megumi who puts his head against your neck kissing it cause fuck he’s so in love with you

♡⇢ naps with megumi <333333

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cinzuku · 10 months

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Throwing UP this is so cute

a thing i wrote in @14thcommander’s dms. no warnings; fem!reader + fluff. i’m in love with the emo boy/cutesy girl aesthetic.

i am once again thinking of childhood friends to lovers with megumi fushiguro

you’re a pudgy little thing at your kindergarten where everyone else is ignoring the spiky black haired boy sitting by himself on the bench with an uncaring expression.

your interest is piqued as he’s picked up by a lanky, white-haired man who carries a goofier, more youthful energy than any of the other parents.

you bravely trot up, little pastel boots splashing in the rain at the odd duo and call.

“hey wait! uhm… what was your name! fu…fushi-?” you try to remember his name from roll call and his dark eyes widen at your approach momentarily before drooping again.

“i’m fushiguro.”

“fu-shi-gu-ro, right!” you laugh, a bright gentle sound despite the gray day. “i like your doggy, fushiguro!”

that causes him and his guardian to pause, the white haired man crouching to you, incredibly blue eyes peering amicably over pitch black glasses.

“well now… you can see it huh? you’ve certainly got a lot of cursed energy for a kid so small. you know, you’re very special to see those?” he smiles and you grin back.

“yeah! i can see ‘im!” your bright eyes turn back to megumi, delighted. “can i pet him them?? pretty please!!”

megumi looks to gojo’s approving grin, then to you with a soft nod as your tiny form pats the white devil dog’s snout, a mess of giggles at its curious nose and teeth.

and then “fushiguro” becomes “megumin” and then “min-chan.”

min-chan who you have play dates with that evolve into study dates and training where he can never bring himself to actually lay a hit on you.

min-chan who frowns when you go home from school early with a cold, but blushes a subtle pink when he walks into his house and sees you getting your hair braided by his sister.

min-chan whose cheeks dust a light pink at the bright, ever-excited warmth of your smile as you explain - “your house was closer, so tsumiki-nee said to stay here rather than walk home sick!”

min-chan who’s a bit more of a hormonal tween now. his blush darkens when he sees you wearing his extra shirt to sleep in and hears you using his shower.

min-chan who finds out you’re being mocked or bullied for your interests in middle school and comes to you with bloodied knuckles as he walks you to the train station. he always walks you, every day.

“it’s not my blood.” he looks at the red staining his hands. “don’t look so worried. next time they bother you, just tell me…”

min-chan who is devoted to cheering you up.

min-chan who listens you talk about whatever manga boy it is your simping over or whatever new album you’ve torrented onto your ipod. he only gives soft nods and the occasional smile but you know he’s listening diligently.

and min-chan who bites his lips and mutters “it’s not a big deal” anytime you congratulate him on taming a new shadow curse.

min-chan who mumbles “hold on tight,” red in the face when you wrap around him to ride nue for the first time.

min-chan who hides that his new phone has you – cradling one of his smaller shadow frogs – as his wallpaper.

min-chan who frowns his gojo perpetually pokes his cheek - teasing that his “girlfriend” really is getting stronger and he needs to catch up if he wants to keep the “tough emo boyfie” act up.

min-chan whose eyes widen when you call him “megumi” - thanking him for everything and handing him a box of cookies for gojo-san, the day you move away. you’re strong enough to master your family’s technique back in their home country.

so now he’s megumi.

megumi who nods tersely as your cute voice chides “don’t get into too many fights okay? and hug the puppies twice as much for me!”

megumi who doesn’t stop thinking about how your lips feel against his cheek for days.

megumi who wants to text, but his head nags that he’d only be an annoyance to your training - maybe it’s better he just leaves you alone. besides, curses are getting stronger and tsumiki has fallen ill - he has enough to worry about.

megumi fushiguro, high school student, who bites the inside of his cheek in annoyance as gojo drags him, nobara and itadori along to pick up the last first year of the bunch.

fushiguro who rolls his eyes as the two question what the new addition will be like.

and his breath hitches, seeing a form in a familiar blue uniform. a form dripping in a controlled yet powerful cursed aura, down the street.

with cute cartoon dog pins and a handful of shojo manga, the teen rushes up and calls out. the voice is deeper given the passing years but no less exuberant and familiar.

“gojo-san!! over here!!”

megumi, who feels like a kid again, flushed cheeks and surprised eyes as gojo swings you around with a laugh and you attentively compliment nobara’s lipstick and listen to itadori’s ever-goofy introduction.

“i’m into girls like jennifer lawrence.” he says with not an ounce of shame, megumi still reeling at hearing you say your name with the same friendly laugh you did all those years ago.

“… and i’m into guys like — min-chan!!”

your eyes land on him and the rest of you soon follows, swallowing his taller form whole in a tight hug that knocks him to the sidewalk.

you don’t pay a single iota of attention to the onlookers or to the surprised expressions on each of your classmates instead just letting them watch as you cup his cheeks and squeal.

“it’s been sooooo long! you got bigger - did the puppies get bigger too?! got any new animals? gojo-san got a new blindfold isn’t it cool? hey, how come you didn’t call me or tell me tsumiki-nee is sick - i would have come sooner to help! did you hear i might become a first grade sorcerer this year? how come you never called or wrote?! you’re so rude… but i forgive because i missed you so much!! doesn’t my uniform look cute?!”

you spit out in rapid succession, pinching his cheeks.

megumi who doesn’t have time nor evidence to deny it this time when gojo calls you his “girlfriend” in front of an utterly shocked yuuji and nobara. who only takes a deep, shaky breath to regain his normal deadpan expression.

his other two classmates’ jaws drop farther when he replies without a hitch.

“i’m 175 centimeters now. yes the dogs are bigger. i have rabbits, a serpent and an elephant now. his new blindfold is fine but it makes him no less annoying. i didn’t want to bother you, i’m proud of you for you raise in grade…” he pauses and only then looks away with another deep breath, red on his cheeks.

“thank you for forgiving me…i missed you too…and you do look very cute in your uniform.”

because he’s megumi - the one who acts disinterested to everyone but as always hears every word you say.

megumi, your childhood friend, who doesn’t so much as blink, expression bored at yuuji and nobara’s horrified surprise or gojo’s teasing grin.

he just keeps holding you, sat there on the sidewalk as you nuzzle your cheeks to his like an overly-affectionate kitten happy to have your “min-chan” back. <3

#fic recs #bubbles reblogs

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toji doesn't understand the concept of personal space.

it was cute at first, he was big and thick and brutish and yet he clung to you like a magnet to steel. but the practicality of it was another story.

he'd keep you hugged to his chest through an entire movie despite you sweating from his stifling body heat, kiss you until you couldn't breathe while his hands lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, and despite your literal king sized bed, he chooses to fall asleep with his full weight on top of you, arms firmly wrapped around your waist making it impossible to wriggle from his grasp.

you groan as the rays of light peek through your blinds and illuminate the broad shoulders that block your line of sight.

"toji." you mutter, patting the familiar mass on top of you. he grunts and makes no effort to roll over to his side of the bed.

"toji, move i've gotta pee." you say, writhing against the mattress and attempting to shove him away. his sigh tickles the skin of your neck, but he relents and shifts to his side, allowing you to slide off of the bed and make a beeline to the bathroom.

after you've relieved yourself, you go through your skincare routine and load up your toothbrush with toothpaste. the flouride doesn't even get the chance to coat your enamel before the door’s opening and toji’s heavy footsteps hault behind you-- right behind you in fact, your back hitting his chest when you straighten up from rinsing your mouth. you don't acknowledge him as he rests his forehead on your shoulder, continuing to brush your teeth. he pokes at your ribs, making you jolt and swat him away with your free hand.

all of 30 seconds later his large hands are snaking under your-- his overiszed shirt and pawing at your chest, his hoarse voice telling you to "come back t' bed."

"oh my god you child, can you gimme a second?" you garble through the foam in your mouth. his hands have slithered down to your hips by the time you've put your toothbrush back and given your mouth a final swish of water.

"okay, c'mon, i'm do--" your words are replaced by a yelp as he throws you over his shoulder in one swift motion. kicking your legs proves useless as one of his arms covers the back of your knees to lock them in place. you can't help but laugh when he slaps your ass that's perched on his shoulder.

"put me down you barbarian!" you shriek as he carries you back to the bedroom like a ragdoll, smirking and turning his head to sink his teeth into the meat of your thigh.

you're still laughing when he collapses onto the bed and hovers over you, using his arms to cage you in and spattering your face with kisses. he only stops his attack when you pull him in by the neck to connect your lips. it's sweet and chaste and has you sighing against him. he pulls away a fraction to meet your eyes, lids heavy as his words fan over your lips.

"wanna go back to sleep." he mutters.

you raise a brow at him. "okay?"

you're met with silience, verdant eyes boring into yours as his unsung request hangs in the air.

a scoff escapes you and you roll your eyes, opening your arms and gesturing for him to embrace you. his low hum of satisfaction vibrates through his chest and sinks into your skin, passes through flesh and bone and nestles into the beating muscle in your chest. his head finds its rightful place in the crook of your neck and your fingers toy with the silky hair at his nape.

maybe it's because you're so used to it, but you can't imagine life without your little routine. the comforting pressure from his body pressed into you, the subtle scent of rosewood that seems to be embeded into his skin, and the shallow puffs of air that skim your pulse as his breathing evens out, easing you into peaceful sleep.

its far from perfect, but it's yours, and you wouldn't change a thing. <3

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