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december 22nd, happy birthday megumi 💙!

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megumi x reader who loves doing her makeup ෆ

you were sitting on your vanity stool, trying a new makeup look you saw on pinterest. megumi was laying on your bed reading a book. you both really dont need to talk to enjoy each others presence, and as an introvert it was one of the things he loved about your relationship (tho he also enjoyed hearing you yap a lot)

after being satisfied with your look, you went to megumi "megu, what do you think of my makeup?" and batted your eyelashes prettily at him. megumi looked up from his book and stared at you for a full 10 seconds.. you were almost getting nervous but then he said "you look..nice," while blushing. "you look good without makeup too but this also suits you, a lot" and he meant it genuinely. you thanked him and kissed his nose and in response he said youd get your lipstick on his nose. so you attacked his cheeks instead and this time he just let you not bc he enjoyed it or anything (he did)

from then on, whenever you applied makeup he will sit right next to you and stare at you, wondering how you could be so pretty. when you open your lips while applying eyeliner he gets cuteness aggression. something about you loving yourself and being confident in yourself makes him feel so proud and happy for you. he also helps you sometimes like moving your hair out of your face when you do your makeup, passing you your mascara, tagging you on makeup inspo tiktoks. spoils you by buying you lippies and you test them by kissing him (loves this part the most lol)

takes cute pics of you after youre done with your makeup. sets them as his wallpaper and posts them on his IG story (his friends are shocked to see an IG story from him bc he rarely posts😭) and now he has highlights dedicated to you. also cutest captions like "my love" or "look at this cutie".

in short he cant get enough of you and your cute hobby of doing makeup. he really has the prettiest gf in the world!

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Hot take: pedophiles are people sexually attracted to children, whether they actually rape a child or not. So if you get off on pedophilic fanfiction, you are, in fact, a pedophile. For every incarcerated pedophile, it was “just a fantasy” at one point too.

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Gumi having the moment he forget his wedding ring idk its just fluffy i hope this counts 😭😭💗😩😩

OMG YES IM DOING THIS RN

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Saving Grace

Megumi x reader

Megumi has been a lovesick fool, no matter how hard he tries to shove his feelings down and deny it. After almost losing everything in Shibuya, he realizes life is too short to not take the chance on telling his best friend how he really feels.

content tags: fluff FLUFF, no smut, megumi is your best friend, homeboy has been PINING, after Shibuya arc, love confession, really really sappy and cheesy but oh well

A/N: I haven’t written for Megumi yet, but this is almost solely for my friend Grace, BUT I made it a reader insert so that everyone can enjoy a lil bit of soft fluff from our man Megumi - to Grace when you read this, ily and thanks for letting me spam you with anime tik toks ♡

word count: 1,827

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Megumi had been your friend for as long as he could remember. You’d met in grade school, back when his world had been smaller, quieter, and lonelier. You were the girl who sat behind him in class, your hair always falling into your face as you scribbled notes or doodled in the margins of your notebook. Back then, you’d been shy, your sweet, soft-spoken nature often making you fade into the background. But not to Megumi. Never to him.

You were the first person who’d ever reached out to him, offering him your quiet companionship without expecting anything in return. While the other kids found him distant, even intimidating, you treated him with the same warmth you gave everyone—though, over time, he’d noticed your laughter was always softer when it was meant for him, your patience a little longer. He hadn’t understood it at first. But as the years passed, it became something he relied on, something he sought out without realizing.

By middle school, he’d begun to notice things about you that he never paid attention to in anyone else. The way you pushed your hair behind your ear when you were nervous. The way your eyebrows furrowed when you were deep in thought. The way your smile—almost constantly on display—could light up even his darkest days.

By high school, he was hopeless.

You’d stayed close all those years, growing together but never apart. And yet, Megumi couldn’t bring himself to tell you how he felt. He worried about ruining the balance you had, about losing the one person who made his world feel less heavy. Instead, he let himself love you silently, watching you from afar even when you were right next to him.

Every time you laughed at one of his dry remarks, every time you leaned on him without hesitation, every time you looked up at him with that quiet, trusting expression, it felt like the world had stopped. But still, he held his feelings close, never daring to say the words that burned in his chest.

He was your closest friend, the one person you trusted above all else. But for Megumi, you were so much more. You were the girl who had stayed when everyone else had drifted away. The girl who could quiet his storms with a single word. The girl who had unknowingly captured his heart years ago—and would never let it go.

And now, after years of quiet pining and an ache in his chest that had become all too familiar, Megumi had decided it was finally time to come clean. Time to confront the feelings he had buried beneath layers of fear and hesitation. Time to lay bare the words that had lingered, unsaid, on his tongue for what felt like a lifetime. He couldn’t keep holding them in, couldn’t keep pretending he was content just being your friend when every glance, every smile, every quiet moment with you only deepened the yearning he carried in his heart.

He was terrified, of course—terrified that by exposing himself so completely, by admitting the depth of his feelings for you, he might change everything. That he might lose you. But for the first time in his life, Megumi decided it was a risk worth taking. Because losing you, even as just a friend, would pale in comparison to the regret of never telling you how much you meant to him.

This wasn’t about seeking perfection or expecting some fairy-tale ending. It was about finally accepting that he deserved to feel this deeply, to let himself hope, and to be brave enough to pursue the happiness that is you that had always felt just out of reach. After everything he’d been through in Shibuya he realized that life was too fleeting, too fragile, to let fear dictate his actions.

Megumi stood outside your apartment, drenched to the bone, rain cascading down in a relentless pour. His clothes clung to him uncomfortably, and his dark hair dripped water onto the ground beneath his feet. But none of it mattered. The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm raging inside his chest. For years he had been holding back the words that now threatened to spill over. After everything that had happened in Shibuya, after already losing so much, he couldn’t afford to stay silent any longer.

The light in your window told him you were home. It was late, but he knew you’d still be awake, likely curled up with a book as you often were. With a deep breath, he reached out and rang the doorbell.

Moments later, the door open, and there you stood. You were wrapped in an oversized hoodie, paired with only fluffy socks. Your hair was tied in a loose bun, though a few strands framed your face. Your eyes, wide and concerned, immediately locked on him.

“Megumi?” Your soft voice trembled with worry. “What are you doing here? You’re soaking wet!”

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. For a moment, he simply stood there, staring at you. You were so small compared to him, standing there and looking up at him like he was the center of your world. He didn’t deserve that kind of trust. Not after everything he’d seen, everything he’d done. But you gave it to him anyway.

“I needed to see you,” he said finally, his voice low and rough, barely audible over the rain.

You didn’t hesitate. Stepping back, you motioned for him to come inside. “You’re going to catch a cold! Hold on, I’ll grab you a towel.”

As you disappeared into the bathroom, Megumi stood in your small, cozy entryway, feeling completely out of place. The warmth of your apartment enveloped him, a stark contrast to the cold rain outside. He had practiced what he wanted to say a hundred times, but now, with you just a room away, it all seemed impossible.

When you returned with a towel, you handed it to him, your brow furrowed in concern. “What’s going on?” you asked, your quiet voice pulling him out of his thoughts. “Is everything okay?”

Megumi dried his face and hands, hesitating before finally meeting your gaze. “I… I don’t know,” he admitted honestly. “But I need to talk to you.”

Your expression softened, and you tilted your head slightly, waiting patiently for him to continue. That was something he had always admired about you—your ability to listen without judgment, to make others feel safe even when the world was falling apart.

He took a deep breath, gripping the towel tightly. “After Shibuya… after everything that happened there… I realized how much I could lose. How much I already lost.”

Your eyes flickered with understanding, and you took a small step closer. “Megs…” there it was, that nickname that had a dagger slicing through his already racing heart.

He shook his head, cutting you off gently. “Let me finish.” His voice was steadier now, though the weight of his words still pressed heavily on him. “When I was fighting, when I was making decisions that could’ve gotten me killed, all I could think about was you. I kept wondering what would happen if I didn’t make it back. If I’d never get to see you again.”

Your breath hitched, and you brought a hand to your mouth, your expression unreadable. He forged ahead, afraid that if he stopped, he’d never be able to start again.

“You’re the one constant in my life that makes everything else feel… bearable. When things get dark, when I feel like I’m drowning, you’re the one I think about. You’re my saving Grace. And I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you, but I couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you didn’t look away. Instead, you took another step closer, your voice trembling as you whispered, “Megumi… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I just needed you to know. I don’t expect you to feel the same way, and I—”

“I do.” Your words came out in a rush, cutting him off. You stepped even closer, now just inches away from him. “I do feel the same way. I’ve felt this way for a long time. I just… I never thought you would.”

Relief washed over him like a tidal wave, so overwhelming that he had to close his eyes for a moment to really steady himself. When he opened them, he reached out hesitantly, his hands finding their way to your face. You were so small in his hands, so fragile, and he’d almost lost you. Lost this chance.

“You…” He swallowed hard, his voice breaking. “You’re everything to me.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned into his touch. Slowly, tentatively, he leaned down, giving you time to stop him if you wanted to. But you didn’t. Instead, you closed the distance, standing on your tiptoes to meet him halfway.

The kiss started softly, a hesitant brush of his lips against yours, as if he was afraid you might break under his touch. You felt the warmth of his hands cradling your face, the slight tremor in his fingers betraying his nerves. Slowly, you tilted your head, leaning in further, your hands sliding up his arms to rest lightly around his neck.

The hesitation between you melted away like the rain against his skin. Megumi’s arms slipped around your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You could feel the tension in his body, the years of longing finally finding release in the way his lips moved against yours, unhurried but insistent, as though he wanted to savor every second. His breath mingled with yours, warm and steady, grounding you in the moment.

Your own heart raced, a whirlwind of emotions crashing over you. Relief, joy, and the overwhelming realization that this was Megumi—not just your closest friend, but the boy who had always been there, who had always meant more to you than you could ever say. Your fingers weaved into his dark hair, pulling him closer, silently telling him everything you couldn’t put into words.

The kiss lingered, slow and full of unspoken promises, until the world around you faded completely. When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting together as the moment hung between you. Megumi’s eyes searched yours, his expression open and unguarded in a way you’d never seen before.

“I should’ve told you sooner,” he murmured, his voice low and full of warmth.

You shook your head, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “I think you picked the perfect time.”

As the rain continued to pour outside, Megumi held you close, the storm inside him finally quieted. You were his lighthouse, the one to guide him home - his saving Grace.

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husband megumi headcanons

hi! so this is rlly short so lmk if you guys want more cause i have lots and lots!

husband megumi who says he hates sweets but sneaks into the kitchen at night after you're asleep to go eat the desserts you've made.

husband megumi who grumbles when you ask him to bring the dogs out because "you love them more"

husband megumi who loves watching you ramble about something you're interested in, seeing your eyes sparkle, a slight smile on his face.

husband megumi who listens to you talk about your day as you do his hair.

husband megumi who doesn't care much for social media but all his instagram posts are dedicated to you.

husand megumi who tucked in his wallet, behind his ID, is a slightly worn photo of you. It’s his little piece of comfort when he’s away on missions. He pulls it out during quiet moments, staring at it with a rare, genuine smile and thinking about how much he loves you.

husband megumi who thinks about how lucky he is to have you, every night before going to bed.

husband megumi who loves you more than anything in the world.

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No one talks about how loyal Mikey is.

Like this guy literally loves the people around him so much that he lives in a state denial and refuses to replace them; this is something Tokyo Revengers fans tend to overlook.

If you hate Mikey that's on you, but you can't deny that he's one of the most loyal characters in the anime as his loyalty leads him to do some careless things. He may be ranked the lowest as a boyfriend, but tbh, that spot doesn't suit him.

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As a writer, I wanna check if the TRV fandom is alive or not

Reblog if you are a part of the Tokyo revengers fandom and consume TR content

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He learned how to play Mary had a little lamb

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kitty kat

Chifuyu Matsuno x fem reader

Chifuyu wandered the streets aimlessly, his earbuds in as a familiar playlist played. He liked these afternoons—the ones where he had nowhere to be, no one to answer to. School had been boring, and his next shift at the pet shop wasn’t for another hour. He figured a walk through the park would kill time.

As he passed a lamppost, a bright yellow flyer caught his eye.

Missing: Frosty. White kitten. Small, fluffy, and very friendly. Last seen near the park.

Chifuyu squinted at the grainy picture of a wide-eyed kitten. “Frosty, huh?” he muttered, plucking out one earbud. His gaze drifted toward the park in the distance.

“Guess I could take a look,” he said to himself, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he headed off.

The park was quiet except for the occasional sound of kids laughing in the distance. He scanned the grass and bushes, half-expecting the kitten to pop out at any moment. Instead, what he heard made him stop dead in his tracks.

A loud hiss. A frantic meow. And then a high pitched scream

Chifuyu blinked. That definitely wasn’t the kitten.

Breaking into a jog, he followed the sounds until he spotted the commotion: a girl was halfway up a tree, clinging to a thick branch. Her wide eyes darted between a white kitten sitting just out of reach above her and the ground below.The kitten hissed again, and the girl let out another yelp, visibly flinching.

“Hey!” Chifuyu called, jogging closer. “What’s going on?”

The girl’s head snapped toward him. “Help! Please!”

Chifuyu stopped at the base of the tree, tilting his head as he took in the scene. “Uh... what are you doing up there?”

“I’m stuck!” she shouted.

“And the cat?”

“It’s stuck too!” she said, then quickly added, “But I was here first!”

Chifuyu pressed a hand over his mouth to stifle a chuckle. “Alright, hang tight.”

He dropped his bag and climbed up with practiced ease. Years of fighting had made him good at this. Within moments, he was level with the kitten, who was glaring at him like he’d committed a crime.

“Come here, Frosty,” Chifuyu muttered, scooping the kitten up in one hand. It let out a hiss, but didn’t struggle.

He climbed back down, pausing to glance at the girl, who was still clinging to the branch. “You good to get down, or...?”

“Not really,” she admitted, her voice small.

Chifuyu sighed. “Alright, just let go I've got ya.” He tucked the kitten safely into his jacket pocket before extending his arms outward to catch her.

She hesitated but eventually lets go of the branch and falls into his arms, he gently places her back on her feet.

She let out a shaky breath, brushing leaves out of her hair. “Thanks,” she mumbled, clearly embarrassed.

“No problem.” Chifuyu pulled the kitten out of his pocket, holding it up. “And Frosty safe too.”

The girl wrinkled her nose. “Little trouble maker.” She grumbles rolling her eyes.

Chifuyu raised an eyebrow. “What? you don’t like cats?”

“Scared of them,” she confessed, crossing her arms.

Chifuyu stared at her, dumbfounded. “You’re scared of cats, but you climbed a tree for one?”

Her face turned bright red. “I wasn’t climbing for the cat! I was just—uh—trying to climb the tree for fun, but I got stuck. Then I saw the kitten, and I thought I’d be a hero or something.”

Chifuyu snorted, trying to hold back his laughter. “Very brave of you."

“Oh shut it!” she huffed, swatting his arm.

“I’m serious, I swear,” he said, raising his hands defensively. “Let’s just get this guy back to his owner.”

The two of them walked to the address listed on the flyer, the kitten nestled comfortably in Chifuyu’s arms. Frosty's owner, an elderly woman, was overjoyed to have her pet back and showered them both with gratitude.

As they walked away, Chifuyu glanced at the girl beside him.

“So,” he started, a teasing smile on his lips, “you’re scared of cats. What’s that about?”

She groaned. “I don’t know, okay? They’re just... creepy. They’re cute to look at from afar but I get scared when I'm near one."

Chifuyu laughed. “You’re something else, you know that?”

She rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. “Yeah, yeah. What about you? You’re weirdly good at this whole saving-kittens thing.”

He shrugged. “I work at a pet shop. It’s kind of my thing.”

“Really?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Yeah,” he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Do you have dogs there?” she asked, perking up slightly.

Chifuyu blinked. “Yeah, a few. You like dogs?”

“Love them,” she said, a cheeky grin spreading across her face.

“Good to know,” Chifuyu said, smirking. “You should stop by sometime. I’ll introduce you to the dogs. I promise no cats will bother you.”

“Deal,” she said with a laugh.

As they reached the park entrance, she turned to him, her expression softer. “Thanks for helping me today, Chifuyu.”

His eyes widened slightly. “How’d you know my name?”

She pointed to his jacket, where his name tag still clung from his earlier shift. “You’re not exactly subtle.”

“Oh. Right,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” she added, as she snuck a lollipop in his pocket.

A small smile tugged at his lips. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise,” she said, waving as she turned to leave.

Chifuyu watched her go, a strange flutter in his chest as he replayed her grin in his mind. He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets, feeling the lollipop left behind by her.

“Man,” he muttered with a small smile, looking down at the candy in his hand. A fluttering feeling in his stomach. “I’ve got to find her those dogs.”

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wolfcut megs🙉😍🙉

Ac: Qikiix

HI HES SO PERFECT IM SCREAMIGN HOLY😍😍😍😍 I NEED THIS MAN LIKE RNNN HELLO WHAT WHO ALLOWED HIM TO BE THIS FINE

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A Winter's Stroll⋆⁺₊❅.

megumi fushiguro x reader

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The snowflakes fall softly against Y/N's window, it's delicate patterns illuminated by the glow of holiday lights outside. She leaned against the window, her breath fogging up the glass as she smiled at the scene below. Strings of fairy lights wrapped around lampposts and tree branches, casting the city in a dreamlike glow.

She threw on her favorite coat, wrapping a scarf snugly around her neck before stepping out into the chilly night. The air was crisp, biting at her cheeks, but the excitement bubbling in her chest kept her warm. She spotted Megumi waiting at the corner, his black spiky hair dusted with snowflakes, his tall figure standing out against the sparkling backdrop.

"Took you long enough," the corners of his mouth curved into a fond smile.

"You’re late," she teased as she approached him, her breath visible in the frosty air.

Megumi glanced at her, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. "And you’re lucky I didn’t change my mind about coming out in this cold," he muttered, though his voice lacked any real bite.

She giggled, slipping her hand into his, her fingers cold but eager. "Come on," she said, tugging him gently. "The lights won’t wait for us."

Megumi blinked, looking down at her hand in his. For a moment, the cold didn’t seem to matter. "Yeah," he murmured, following her lead. "Let’s go."

"It's freezing," Megumi grumbled, tugging her closer as they began walking down the glowing street. His hand never left hers, even as he stuffed them both into the pocket of his coat.

"You say that every time, but you secretly love this," Y/N said, grinning as she caught him stealing glances at the lights above them.

"Maybe," he admitted, his voice soft.

They strolled through the city, the snow crunching under their boots as they took in the dazzling decorations. Storefronts gleamed with festive displays, and the faint sound of holiday music spilled from cafes. The world seemed to slow down, the vibrant colors and soft snowfall creating a dreamlike haze.

"Look at that one," Y/N said, pointing to a tree wrapped in lights that shifted colors like a kaleidoscope.

Megumi stopped walking, tugging her back gently so they stood still, the rainbow lights dancing across their faces. His gaze wasn’t on the tree, though—it was on her.

"You look really happy," he murmured.

"I am," she replied, her cheeks warming under his intent gaze. "It’s perfect."

His lips quirked up in a rare, genuine smile as he gave her hand a light squeeze. "Then I guess it was worth coming out, even if I hate the cold."

"You mean pretending to hate the cold," she teased, leaning her head against his shoulder as they continued walking.

"Whatever," he muttered. As the snow continued to fall, Y/N felt her heart swell with gratitude for the moment they were in—so simple, so sweet, yet so perfect. The lights above seemed to twinkle just for them, and the warmth of his presence was all she needed to feel at home.

"Thank you for coming out with me," she whispered softly, "Like I’d say no," Megumi replied, his voice soft and loving.

As she turned her gaze upward, marveling at the lights, he glanced at her, the glow of the holiday lights reflecting on her face. A warmth spread through his chest, making the icy air feel far away.

He said nothing, letting the moment linger. In that quiet warmth, the cold didn’t matter. All that mattered was her hand in his and the feeling that everything, for once, was exactly as it should be.