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pretty. || fushiguro megumi.

↠ pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader

↠ words: 2.3k // warning: megumi melt mush prepare yourself

↠ synopsis: the three ways you find megumi pretty and the three ways you find out you like him and he likes you. (OR reader just staring at megumi’s eyelashes, hands, and mouth 🥹 and megumi going from 😐 to 😵‍💫🤭🫤)

↠ tags: fluff, v fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight crack at end

↠ a/n: (1) this fic is just me going on about how pretty megumi is sorry not sorry (2) i haven't written in a while/consistently hopefully this is coherent

fushiguro megumi is pretty.

pretty, pretty, pretty.

he is pretty in many and in all ways to you, but he is prettiest in three.

i. his hands are pretty.

the breeze that stirs the grass feels almost as light as your feet on the ground as you twist and turn to avoid being hit.

megumi is relentless with his attacks, and it is all you can do to avoid his shikigami. nue erupts into shadow just as you jump to attack it, and you land at megumi’s feet gracelessly, chin a millimeter from his boots and back hoisted into the air clumsily.

megumi’s brown boots recede from your vision and in their place appears his hand. for some reason, you stare.

well, no, not for some reason. megumi’s hands have always caught your eye. not in like a creepy, hand fetish kinky sort of way, but rather, because they look so contradictory to megumi as a whole. fushiguro megumi looks ot be anything but gentle, or careful, but his hands are exactly that. lithe fingers, soft nails, a considerate touch.

your eyes stray to his hands more than you would like. when he leans over to your desk and raps his knuckles on your table, signalling you to pay attention, you can’t help but think about how it would feel if those knuckles were trailing the skin of your cheek. when he waves you over, fingers swaying lightly, you can’t help but envision how his fingers would feel wrapped around your own. when he flicks yuuji’s forehead, fingers jutting out and retracting so fast you almost miss the movement, your mind can’t help but conjure up an image of megumi flicking those fingers in areas he maybe shouldn’t be flicking them in (okay so maybe you’re a little hand-kink-fetish-y but you blame it on the cursed energy constantly surrounding the school—hormones and feelings and pretty dark-haired boys have nothing to do with it).

megumi snaps his fingers in front of your face, and unfolds his hand. you grunt unintelligibly as you push yourself up and curl your fingers into your own. megumi pulls you up swiftly, and you only get to revel in the feel of his warm hand in yours before he yanks it away.

“why are you making a face like that?” megumi raises an eyebrow as you dust off your uniform, flicking away strands of wet grass and random clods of dirt.

“like what?”

“like the face todo makes when itadori runs away from him.”

“i am not making such a mopey face!”

“i’m literally looking at it right now. your face is all mushed up and your lips are pursed all weird.”

“fushiguro, you—!” you shove at his shoulder, and he catches your hand and does that weird curve of his lips that’s somewhere between a smirk and a smile, and your heart catapults in your chest, and oh no.

oh no is all you can think as megumi brings your hands down, letting go slowly.

oh no is all you can think as you start walking to school, warm digits brushing against your side.

oh no is all you can think as fushiguro megumi leads his way to the school and walks his way into your heart.

ii. his frown is pretty.

fushiguro megumi looks pretty when he smiles, but he looks prettier still when he frowns.

that’s what makes him special, you think, because he can make even a frown look as pretty as a smile.

maybe it’s that he’s always frowning a little, and maybe it’s because you like him, but his frown is just so pretty to you.

sometimes, you do things on purpose to make him frown.

when you hop on to yuuji’s back as yuuji jumps from tree to tree. a test of endurance, he calls it. megumi is on standby with nue in case the two of you fall and he frowns as you jump up onto yuuji and his arms come up under your legs. part of you hopes megumi is frowning because part of him is uncomfortable with yuuji carrying you like this (maybe jealous?), but part of you knows it is probably because the two of you are doing “dangerously stupid dumb shit,” as he put it. still, once you make it through in one piece, megumi tugs you a little farther away from yuuji and closer to him, and your heart does its catapulting again.

when gojo-sensei clowns around with you. which is almost always. you are the one who indulges him from time (he buys icecream after!!), and megumi hates it. gojo-sensei is always prattling on about something or the other, an arm swung around your shoulders as he guides you to the nearest konbini. he keeps on looking back though, and smirking, and you’re 99% sure it’s megumi because gojo-sensei loves to press his buttons. (you look behind once, quickly, and all you see are shadows like wild black strands.)

when you’re on missions and you always volunteer to go headfirst into danger, though megumi wants you to standby as support. it’s not that he knows you’re not capable (the incident when you moved into the dorms proves you more than fully competent). it’s that you know he only protects the people he cares about. and somewhere along the way, you had fallen into that category (the thought makes you warm). so you know why he wants you to stay behind. but you also make sure he knows why you can’t. because you also want to protect the people you love, and he is very securely in that list. and when you tell him this, not in those exact words, and he frowns and looks away, his nose red, tells you to stay near and stay safe, you think that’s when you realize how much you like fushiguro megumi.

iii. his eyelashes are pretty.

class with gojo-sensei is, quite frankly, a nightmare.

he’s all over the place, a twenty-eight year old bundle of boundless energy and annoying jokes. by the time class ends, you are too mentally exhausted with the chore of sifting important information from his rambling to think about anything other than the long, warm nap you’re going to take in the afternoon sun.

swinging the classroom door shut behind you, you yawn loudly as yuuji and nobara rumble past you. the latter is dragging the former down the hall, excitedly chattering about her next shopping conquests while yuuji throws out a confused or surprised “huh????” every two minutes.

you slog along behind them and just before they take a left to the exit, nobara elbows yuuji and both turn around and grin largely, holding their thumbs up.

you make your own “huh????” face and nobara snorts as yuuji clamps a hand over his mouth and they run off to the exit together, both chortling over something that will no doubt land you in trouble later on.

eyebrows twitching, feeling like an extremely large burden has settled itself on your shoulders, you trudge on, clueless to the hesitant footsteps that follow you.

having slept only four hours the night before (catching up to the attack on titan manga takes work!), your vision blurs as sleep-induced tears line your eyes. deciding to just push open the first door you see, you reason it should be fine since megumi is nowhere to be seen, nobara and yuuji are off planning your demise, gojo-sensei’s room is far away, and only first-years reside on this floor, so fuck it.

you ram your shoulder into the first door to your right, and the moment it swings open, you take two, three steps forward and promptly collapse on the bed.

and then you’re dead asleep, unaware of the the actual owner of the room standing behind you, red blanketing his cheeks.

when you wake up, the first thing you think is, oh my god wtf why does my bed smell so nice?

you’re lying on your front, hair covering your eyes so that all you can see is dark black and the white of the bed covers. and eyelashes, fluttering softly. they look pretty. and fluttery.

and wait, why can you see eyelashes? why are there eyelashes in your room?? eyelashes that definitely, probably aren’t yours??

you press two fingers to your eye roughly, wincing as you almost jab your eye, but no, yeah, your eyelashes are. right. there.

so what the hell are eyelashes doing near your bed??

if this is some weird sort of curse with pretty eyelashes, that is just wrong and it will die for daring to have eyelashes longer than yours.

you inch back slowly, lifting a hand to push your hair out of the way, careful not to disturb whatever thing is on your bed.

that thing, as your vision becomes unobstructed, turns out to be the prettiest human being you have ever laid eyes on.

fushiguro megumi’s head is somehow slanted across your bed, resting on one arm as the other dangles somewhere below the bed—in what looks to be a very uncomfortable position which means you should probably wake him (but not before taking a picture)—and he is sound asleep.

before you can melt into mush at the sight before you, a thought occurs.

what the hell is fushiguro megumi doing in your room??

a picture of two dogs catches your eye, and shock drums in your heart as you slowly observe your surroundings.

this is…not your room at all. this is megumi’s room! megumi’s bed??? megumi’s smell????

you feel like a fangirl embarrassingly, but you have quite literally died and gone to heaven.

you lie back down slowly, on your side, and close your eyes as you breathe in the clean, nice smell imbued in the bed covers. megumi’s smell.

megumi smells like the word “breeze.” he smells like cool mist and sun-soaked almonds and the faintest hints of wildflowers.

wistfully, you sigh and open your eyes.

megumi’s sleeping face greets you and a smile traces a path across your cheeks, unbidden.

megumi looks so soft. his eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones as he breathes quietly, and your heart thumps in quick succession.

the same softness you see in megumi’s face swirls up inside you. you want to hug him or see him smile or just curl your fingers in his.

you want to kiss that space where his eyelashes meet his cheek so badly.

and maybe it’s because you’re still drowsy from sleep, or drowsy on affection, but you place a hand near megumi’s, and lean forward and press a kiss as soft as the boy in front of you. one to his left cheekbone, and one to his right.

just as you’re drawing back, those eyelashes flit against skin and megumi’s eyes open.

he slides his eyes open so smoothly it’s like they’ve been open all this time.

navy blue pools.

your mind is blank, so blank, and all you can think is pretty, so pretty, i want to just hold him, i like him too much, i want to kiss him, he’s so cute, i wish we could stay like this.

“stay pretty.”

the minute you realize what you’ve said, your face burns and the alarm system in your brain is ringing so loud you’re sure everyone within a twenty-mile radius can hear.

oh god, if gojo-sensei walks in, you will literally throw yourself off a roof.

“i will.” megumi nods, almost automatically, and then his face catches on fire.

and now there are two fools caught on fire staring at each other, and the room is burning.

neither of you know what to say, but maybe neither of you need to say anything. your nose is a centimeter from megumi’s and you don’t know which of you shifts forward but then you’re pressed against each other. and his mouth is on yours and his eyelashes are gliding against your skin and his hand is on yours. and you really are on fire in this cool, dusky, mist-scented room.

every press of megumi’s mouth to yours overwrites your brain with thoughts of i like you, i like you, i like you, i like you, i like you.

you pull apart, and megumi’s expression is as soft as it was in sleep, something you didn’t think you’d see while he was awake.

and as you stare at this soft, pretty, dark-haired, quietly loud boy in front of you, you can only think of one thing to say.

“i like you.”

megumi’s expression doesn’t waver.

“me too.”

“you like yourself too?”

“shut up, (l/n). you know that’s not what i meant.” he frowns that pretty cross between a pout and a scowl, and you smile as you lean forward to kiss it away.

fushiguro megumi is prettiest when he is kissing you.

bonus:

kugisaki nobara is nothing if not observant.

“that’s what you like to think, though. i don’t think that’s true.” yuuji is instantly smacked, and he whines as nobara marches him along to (name)’s room.

the room is empty, and the bed doesn’t look like it’s been slept in. or made. the covers are haphazardly thrown off and a whirlwind of objects makes its presence known in the room.

“must be from this morning when (l/n) was late.”

“when is (l/n) not late? c’mon, let’s ask megumi if he knows where they are.”

nobara marches yuuji down the hall again, and he follows obediently as she slams megumi’s door open. nobara shrieks, loud, and yuuji slides into her in his haste to see what’s wrong.

when yuuji sees what she’s looking at, his own shocked scream fills the hallway.

megumi’s hand is on your face, and yours are curled around the collar of his uniform, and your lips are dark.

“i knew it!! god, i told you, yuuji, i have an eye for these things!”

“fushiguro, are you DEFILING (l/n)????!!!!”

“i’ll kill you, itadori.”

“kugisaki, if you were rooting for me, why did you come in?!”

“hell yeah!! yaga owes me 300 yen, SCORE!”

“GOJO-SENSEI WHAT THE HELL??”

#srb #self rb tag!#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi x reader

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astereim · 14 days

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hi can i have “you can’t turn down my proposal just because you wanted to ask me first!” with gojo 🥰

a/n: yes! assuming u meant fluff bc of the emoji LMAO so here u go <3

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader // words: 500

gojo satoru stares, unblinking. you stare back, unblinking.

his shades slip down his nose and he is still solitary, making no move to fix them.

this was...not how this was supposed to go.

hachiko square is full of a crowd of bustling bodies. half the people are too focused on their final destination or too aware of the time to pay mind to what's going on, and the other half are crowded around the both of you, gawking.

just as gojo is gawking down at you kneeling in front of him.

"not that this isn't how you treat a god,"—your eye twitches—"but what are you doing?"

he is referring, of course, to the ring box in your hands.

you raise an eyebrow, having to crane your head all the way up to match his six foot three figure.

"proposing, obviously."

gojo squawks, "it was not obvious!" he crosses his arms and turns away from you, tone of voice petulant, "i say no."

the crows gasps around you, all of them collectively turning to you.

gojo hears shoes on pavement, and then, "alright, i'm walking away."

gojo swivels back around so fast it gives the crowd whiplash.

"no!"

"i've just been rejected, satoru, i think i deserve some time to myself." you say drily, making to leave.

"when i said no, i meant no to your proposal, not marrying you!"

"isn't it the same thing?"

gojo drags your name out and you turn around.

he whips out the box with the ring he had carefully picked out (the gem was the colour of his eyes) and the crowd gasps louder, heads swivelling back and forth between him and you.

you blink, gaze flitting between his own and the box nestled in his palm.

"you totally stole my line?!"

you slap a hand to your forehead, "you can’t turn down my proposal just because you wanted to ask me first!”

"i can and i just did; i'm gojo satoru." he shrugs, then walks closer to demand you put your box down so he can do this properly.

the crowd has started laughing, and your lips are pulling into a smile even as you slap a stinging hand onto his shoulder.

"you are a piece of work."

"that's not what you say in bed."

you kick his shin (his limitless was deactivated for this moment) and the great gojo satoru buckles to his knees involuntarily.

"that's how you kneel to a god." you say, laughing and gojo can't help but let a smile lift his cheeks even as he says, "you're totally still ruining this moment, what are we going to tell the kids?"

you pop open the ring box and he slides the ring onto your finger and you bow over him as the crowd claps.

"we're going to tell them i proposed first, of course."

"it doesn't count if i turned it down."

"maybe i should just divorce you."

"we aren't even married yet!"

ending note: i wrote this in 15 mins solely so i could finish this first req i have sm tests and assignments this week but i wanted to post this aknsksk // reqs are open! spaces for 5 more !! -- check pinned for how to req.

#srb #self rb tag!#satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader

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astereim · 14 days

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cookie dough. // gojo satoru.

↬ a/n: did i really come up with this fic idea while eating cookie dough ice cream and contemplating why i always eat the dough bits first? yes. at this point, i think i should just make this a drabble series bc clearly i am incapable of actual gojo fics LMAO.

↬ pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader // words: 719 // genre: fluff

↬ tags: gojjo is utterly whipped someone save him, he stares at your lips too much, shameless fluff and syrupiness, why is he like this

gojo satoru stares, nonplussed. god, you are going to be the death of him one day.

he’s fairly certain he hasn’t properly comprehended what you’re saying.

you stare back, determined but somehow embarrassed. the faint darkness to your cheeks is a tell-tale sign.

why are you embarrassed when you’re the one saying things like this?! god, he bemoans silently, you really will be the death of him.

somehow, unbelievably, you repeat what you were saying. the corner of your lips quirk down a little as you stare at him, muttering about how you’re convinced he didn’t really listen to you anyway.

which, okay, fair, he didn’t. but how is he supposed to concentrate on what you’re saying when all his focus is taken by how you’re saying it. the shape of your lips sounding words will always be his favourite thing to stare at (megumi catches him once, throws him a disgusted look, and proceeds to always stand in front of you as if to shield you. gojo is offended, frankly. art is art, and he is but an admirer.)

you stomp your foot sharply and his eyes snap back up to your face. the blush has somewhat left your cheeks and it looks like you’re debating on whether or not you should continue. your eyes dart between him and the door, and gojo steps in front of you to redirect your attention.

he holds up his hands placatingly, grinning, “okay, okay, i promise i’m paying attention now. what were you saying?”

“i don’t even want to say it now.” you cross your arms and look away.

“pretty pleaseee,” gojo sing-songs, “i’ll cover the next mission.”

you whip around to stare at him, instantly won over. “seriously???”

gojo nods eagerly and he sighs internally as the blush reappears on your cheeks. do you have any idea how cute you look? he is losing his mind.

“i was just saying,” you start slowly, hesitantly rolling your tongue in your mouth. gojo thinks he is ready to go to heaven. this is it. this is his calling.

“i was just saying that you’re like cookie dough to me.”

his thoughts come to a screeching halt. huh??? cookie dough??

you continue on hurriedly, “what i mean is…whenever i eat cookie dough ice cream, i always pick out the cookie dough bits and leave the chocolate chips for last. i thought it was because i didn’t like cookie dough so i wanted to get it over with, but i think i ate it first because i actually really, really like it. so…” you trail off, then pick up hesitantly, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, “i think i didn’t say yes to dating you because i thought i didn’t like you but i also think i did it to make sure you kept on asking, so i think i might not not like you?”

you end with a hesitant question, eyes peeking up at his shades warily.

gojo, meanwhile, is absolutely lost. he can tell you’re waiting for a response but he has literally no clue what to say. he zoned out halfway when you started doing that thing with your teeth and lips and fuck, you’re still staring at him.

“i think you give me too much credit, (name), because all i picked up from that was that i’m like cookie dough to you, you always buy cookie dough ice cream, and therefore you want to eat me??”

you groan and slap a hand to your forehead and your cheeks darken even more. gojo laughs, pleased at your reaction. a lightbulb goes off in his head just as his brain processes what you said.

he reaches out and tugs you closer, hands on your waist and pressing into you as you frown up at him.

“wait so you’re saying yes??”

“if you had bothered to listen…” you grumble but he’s already grinning wickedly and leaning down to meet your lips with his own.

“shut up so you can kiss me properly. wouldn’t wanna miss the chance to eat me right?”

(you slap him upside the head and he laughs louder and proceeds to announce to all your close friends that every time you eat cookie dough ice cream, you’re actually imagining eating him. you wish you were buried six feet under.)

#srb #self rb tag!#satoru gojo x reader

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