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7: mood atm: mischievous

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yuta is my comic relief character for no reason poor him

megumi is a genius imo

also itadori is ONTO something

btw ok bye

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6: SORRY FOR PARTY ROCKING!

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tw alchol and cursing and idk lewd language?

sorry i’m incapable of giving tw. makes me feel horrible not being able to i just don’t remember what i wrote

also fushiguro calls yn by her name and not last name bc she told him to. he has not told her yet the same

maki eventually walked back to her dorm the next morning like at sunrise and fell asleep in her bed as soon as she got to her room.

yuji has a problem with overdoing it but i feel like we already know

megumi gave yn his jacket btw

panda and megumi don’t drink. nobara and maki have high tolerance, meanwhile the rest of them….dont.

panda = babysitter it’s funny . to me

ok bye

let me know what you think! i love feedback :) and it’s useful to know what i’m doing is appreciated and how to make it better. thank you for liking this, it makes me happy :)

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5: pre-pre party

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okay so! i got the body pic from pinterest and unfortunately i don’t know who it is :( if you guys do i would love to give them credit! also thats how i imagined yn but you can pretend not to see it if that’s not how u pictured her in ur head and yk just pick mentally whatever you like!

yn changed her mind aboyt low cut jeans. well maybe i did

fushiguro and nobara live in the same dorm. they are mixed dorms!!! while yn, yuta and inumaki live in the same one. also yn roommate isn’t like her best friend they haven’t really bonded but i have something in my mind. i have something

it’s all cool and fun for now. i’m meditating on what to do but i kind of am onto something. idk. i love college au!

again, sorry for the typos! i just don’t feel like correcting them anymore bc they make the story more genuine i think.

ok bye <3

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4: everyone poops in the library btw

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I LOVE SPELLING YUMMY WRONG IM SORRY jummy ITS SO FUNNY TO ME

Also rip yuta you would have loved crumbl cookies

emo boy drama is crazy

ok bye bye ilysm

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3: itadori mind ur business please

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also what megumi said is something someone told me once and idk i hope it’s not cringey and if it is you can tell me i literally love criticism

itadori is chronically extroverted he keeps making friends it’s crazy

also i love feedbacks let me knowwww please anything is cool

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2: sylvia

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i love sylvia plath she’s my fav author

made a typo again let me know in the comments if you spot it

btw cool

enjoy

bye :)

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absurdism - megumi fushiguro

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

pairing: megumi fushiguro x reader

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

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

chapter one: feminist queen

chapter two: sylvia

chapter three: itadori mind your business please

chapter four: everyone poops in the library btw

chapter five: pre-pre party

chapter six: SORRY FOR PARTY ROCKING!

chapter seven: mood atm: mischievous

ongoing...

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

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

ok bye

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1: feminist QUEEN!

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when it comes to academics yn has NO CHILL. she is READY.

there’s a typo in nobara’s texts but like i feel like it’s making it more real so i left it in (it says “online” instead of “only”)

also she has met nobara’s friend casually around campus but was not really interested in hanging out with them or like didn’t even think about it

she’s just in her own world i guess

yuji texts in caps all the time. basically.

fushiguro is a dry texter ofc. we’ll get to see more of him :)

ok bye

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megumi’s friends. or more like the people who keep somehow talking to him and he doesn’t even say anything back most of the time

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fun fact:

yes they all went to the same highschool. the second years are closer among each other, so are the first years.

megumi is a literature major, nobara is fashion, itadori is major in audio engineering!

maki is going to major in economics, toge in computer science, panda in zoology and yuta physical therapy. don’t ask :)

they are always hanging out together. like go to restaurants, movies, arcades, all that… they enjoy each other’s company

i have nothing else to say literally maybe i’ll add something later (NEVER LET THEM KNOW YOUR NEXT MOVE)

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yn’s ‘no man’ club except she is the only one not having male friends. and she loves that.

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fun facts:

yn, maki and nobara met in university, at a guest lecture about intersectional feminism (i love our fem queens!!)

nobara and yn are first years, maki is in her second!

maki is a canon girl kisser i am SORRY you cannot tell me she’s straight ong

maki and nobara basically hang out in the same friend group, they all went to the same highschool but started hanging together only in uni

nobara is bffs with itadori and megumi ofc

even if she pretends it’s against her will or something

yn doesn’t have that many friends yet, maki and nobara are her main.

she has a roommate tho? they sometimes speak but yk they aren’t all that into each other

yn is a communication major

and that’s pretty much all.

oh and has already seen fushiguro around bc he’s nobaras friend but like has not spoken to him once and never hung out even if nobara did invite her a couple of times she just didn’t really care. like she isn’t shy she’s just locked in on her degree and not really into the social part of university yet.

it’s only her second semester in the first year tho so

ok byeeeeyeye

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tw: smoking!

imagine being a cute girl in her twenties, living in a big city while finishing up your degree, and getting introduced to ryomen sukuna by one of your friends. you are on a night out at your usual bar downtown and you do vaguely remember your friend telling you something along the lines of “i’m bringing my coworker with us tonight”, but remember also shrugging it off with very little interest. and now there is this guy in front of you, tattooed and and big shoulders, with an annoyed face as if he didn’t really wanted to be there.

“when you said something about bringing a colleague i thought you meant a fun one” you tease your friend, brushing you hand on his shoulder and giggling. sukuna’s eyes dart up as you introduce yourself, smelling the alcol on your breath from the drinks you already had. you look hot, with a low cut top and hair up in a messy bun, pointing at all your friends and introducing them to him as well. there’s about a dozen of y’all, it looks like a big but close friend group, but he really could not care less.

while seating down and shaking a couple of hands here and there, his eyes are only fixated on you, sitting on the other side of the table. the light is dim and your laugh is loud, capturing him even from afar. next to him, his colleague is saying something to another guy with black hair about work, so he could chime in the conversation, but his attention is onto you.

and you can feel him staring, your skin burning under his gaze, as if watching your every moves. your stomach feels weird about it and nobody else seems to notice how his eyes are carving holes in your face, your chest and your hands. you wonder if maybe there is something wrong with what you’re saying, or maybe wearing, but the more you think about it the more your stomach entangles. “i’m going outside for a smoke” you quickly blurt out, getting up and grabbing your jacket in a hurry. it’s like his staring has knocked air out of your lungs.

while you march towards the door, leaving your wondering friends behind, you feel footsteps following you. reaching the handles, you quickly open it and look back. he has followed you out there.

“oh my god.” you whisper, while the tattooed man pulls out a cigarette pack and calmly hands it to you, while grabbing one for himself. looking at his offer and even considering it, you shake your head and take out your own. while lighting his one up, he gestures to yours, but you quickly and almost comically show him the pink lighter in your hand. he nods, but doesn’t say anything.

it’s just when his eyes finally look away, glaring at the starless sky, that you finally blurt out “why are you staring at me?”. he laughs again. “why not?” he asks back “you’re nice to look at”.

“wow”, your words let smoke out of your mouth “that’s the compliment, i guess”. looking at the people walking by, you wonder who this guy is and why does everything he say makes your inside feel like jelly.

his voice is deep and slow, his eyes have something about them that you cannot quite pinpoint and his body looks sculpted. you realize, at this point, that he is a very good looking guy and your cheeks flush involuntarily.

“are you embarrassed by it?” he asks, noticing your redness, a cloud of smoke coming out his nostrils. “no”, you say, standing straight. a faint smile forms on his lips when looking at you again, and there is something in the way you move closer to him, throwing away your cigarette meanwhile, that lights a fire in his chest. your skin looks ethereal in the street light and your plump lips are slightly open. he finds himself wondering how they would feel on his body.

“move” you command, since he is in your way to the door, just standing there, dozed off. he is not, actually, dozed off, just thinking about how to subtly ask his coworker and friend for your number without sounding like a total jerk. you are standing so close now and he hasn’t even finished his smoke, so he nudges at the cig and smirks “at least let me finish properly.”

but when your cold fingers reach for his hand, grab the cigarette and put it in your own mouth, his heart starts beating too loud for his liking. you inhale slowly, letting it be consumed slowly by your lungs, and he watches you the whole time, not daring to blink once. when you reach the filter of the cigarette, you toss it on the side, smirking as well and saying “now you are all done. let me get inside”.

he moves out of the way in a second just to watch you walk by and he’s able to inhale of your perfume. it’s intoxicating, all flowery and sweet he could feel his head spin - but maybe it was just you, your presence, making him feel like that.

walking back in after another five minutes of thinking, he catches immediately a glimpse of you laughing at your friend, sitting at his seat at the table. he rolls his eyes, smiling and thinking something along the line of this is going to be fun.

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would ppl maybe like a fushiguro smau with like plot and university au and all that please let me know so i can decide what to do

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megumi fushiguro is the kind of guy who gets set up on dates by his friends all the time, just for them to be unsuccessful. is not that he isn’t a good looking guy (and he knows that at this point), it's just his aura that comes off as off-putting. he hangs out with the girls, brings them to places like the arcade or random parks, and the date ends up to be pretty boring. the girls usually look pretty bummed that he isn't really a taker, or in general that his vibe isn't overall welcoming and at the end of the day he never gets a call back. he actually isn't all that interested in 'finding love', he mostly says yes to his friends so that they will get off his back about it.

"just this time, fushiguro. it won't happen again." yuji itadori is saying, after asking him to go out with one of his girlfriend's friends. megumi isn't even looking at him, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. "yeah, sure."

he doesn't even mind all that much at this point, he knows already how its going to be. he's just going to have to sit through the night with a plain face, knowing that the person on the other side of the table is never going to want to speak to him again.

that's what he thinks until he meets you. he is blinded at first by your beautiful smile, that pops up as soon as he introduces himself. yuji and his girlfriend picked a place this time, sending you to a chinese restaurant that opened up somewhere downtown. he looks at you carefully, as if he his scared to ruin you by staring too much, while you order something to drink. you're all smiles and kindness he almost feels out of place.

it is silence at first, after a first shaky conversation about how the day is going or something like that. fushiguro almost blames himself for his dryness in answering, because you actually are a cute girl and he wouldn't mind striking a conversation, he just doesn't know how to. gladly, you do.

at first, it feels like an interrogation. you keep asking questions and he keeps answering briefly. then he starts saying stuff back and the conversation blooms. you guys talk about school, friends, food, bands you like to listen to. he is a good listener, you are a good talker. he makes you feel heard, always nodding to whatever you are saying and adding something here and there, and you make him feel seen, never looking away from his eyes while you speak.

at some point - mind you, he doesn't even know how or what he did say - he makes you laugh. the conversation was about the gyoza y'all were eating, it wasn't even all that interesting, but your laugh sweeps him almost off his feet. right there and then he swears its the best thing he has ever heard.

delicate yet full of emotions, your laugh fills the room. the sound is haunting even when it's over and other people in the restaurant look at you fondly while your face relaxes and your cheeks still hurt. he was staring at you the whole time, almost carving a hole in your face. "you have a beautiful laugh" he blurts out, while his face blushes like crazy and his mind yells why did you say it like that you weirdo.

you flutter your eyes a little bit, surprised by the heartfelt comment, but quickly thank him. "thank you, fushiguro. i kind of can't wait to hear yours." you wink at him playfully, but your answer made his heart sink. his ears get violently red while he quickly looks away, flustered.

he never actually got to this point with any girl before, and he feels weird, really. it's like he doesn't even know what to do, but at the same time he doesn't have to know. its easy, it's natural.

at the end of the night you give him your number, writing it on the back of his hand with a pen you asked the waiter for. you are not scared of anything, he thinks, while he walks you to the bus stop and watches you walk beside him. for the first time in his life, megumi fushiguro feels the need to have more. more of you, more of this. he feels like wanting it all.

back to his dorm, before going to sleep, itadori knocks on his door. "how did it go?" he asks, eyes lighting up in excitement. fushiguro doesn't say anything at first, but then, looking away from his friend, he sticks out his hand. blue ink shines on his palm, almost reflecting the dim light in his room, and yuji cheers out loud.

"I knew you could do it, fushiguro! I'm so proud of you!" and he pretends to wipe away a tear, meanwhile megumi thinks that actually he didn't even do much, he was just himself. and this time, it worked.

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being a hobbyist writer means oscillating between 'i don’t care if no one reads my work, it’s just for me' and 'i need my debut novel to outsell tolkien and rowling combined.'

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nanami kento, very serious looking guy working in the finance department, having a little crush for the new girl who just got hired by the creative team.

you didn’t even know him, not until the christmas dinner party at the office. you were fairly new, only been working there for four months. working for a big company had not always been your goal, but when you got offered the position freshly out of college you couldn’t say no. it was well paid, in the city center, and allowed you to put your degree to use - which was a big plus, since finding a good job lately seemed to be stressful for people with an art degree (or so you were told by basically everybody).

when you first saw him, your heart skipped a bit. he looked insanely good, with his white shirt hugging a toned chest and short blonde hair falling slightly on his forehead. he was talking with your creative project manager, big hands gesturing softly while speaking and a light smile on his face. it was the first time you ever laid eyes on this beautiful man, and as soon as you realized you were staring a bit too hard, he had already made eye contact. eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes met yours. before you even knew, you were walking up to him.

“hi” you said, breathily. you felt your hands sweat and damned yourself mentally for behaving like a girl seeing a cute boy for the first time. up close, you realized he must have been a little older. not too much but the confidence he exuded was clearly not the one of someone in his early twenties - nothing like a guy your age. your manager looked around, confused on why you were intruding in their conversation, and eventually asked “hi, y/n. did you need something?”

you blushed immediately, looking away from the beautiful man, realizing there was no good reason to justify your sudden intrusion. you just saw a good looking man and walked up to him as if nothing else was going on. “oh…” your mouth slightly open, your mind racing to find something appropriate to say.

“i think we have not been introduced yet.” his voice was deep and you felt it in your stomach, like music at a concert. your eyes darted up to the unknown man, nodding shyly. “right. my name is nanami kento, pleased to meet you.”

you felt your insides melt while shaking his big hand, mumbling your name and smiling softly. five seconds later, you pretended like someone was calling your name from somewhere where your other colleagues were and excused yourself, quickly leaving just like you did arriving.

watching you walk away, nanami let out a soft smile, hoping the man in front of him was not going to pay much mind to it. “oh, don’t worry about y/n. she’s young, and new. she’s still trying to find her way around here, you know?” your project manager laughed awkwardly, still wondering what was all that about. kento shrugged, watching you from afar. your cheeks were red and the grip on the glass you had in your hands looked incredibly stiff.

what neither you or your protect manager knew was that nanami kento did know who you were. he had noticed you, maybe on your first or second day, when you got lost and popped up in the finance department. your colorful sweater and laptop full of stickers looked very out of place and when one of his colleagues approached you, letting you know that maybe you had walked in the wrong office, you did turn another color from embarrassment and started profoundly apologize. he thought you were cute, and funny, but the more he got a glimpse of you in the hallways, the more he noticed you wherever he were.

the break room, the coffee shop in front of the office building, the elevator. he found you in every room, even if you didn’t even know he was there. it was like he couldn’t get enough of you, like looking at you from afar was something he had grown addicted to in such a short time.

he wouldn’t have called it a crush, but whenever he needed to print something he would carefully choose the printer on the same floor your office was on - hoping that, when walking by, your door would be open and that he could catch a glimpse of you. okay, maybe thinking back, there had been a few moments in which he felt very infatuated by the idea of you…

looking at you from across the room, while zoning out on the conversation he was in, and noticing how sometimes you would look back too, he told himself that yes, that was definitely a crush.

idk i love the dynamics of stoic boyfriend x artsy girlfriend. wtv??? i’m done .

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i think when you start dating osamu, your whole world opens. your success isn’t just for you. it’s his and his ma’s and atsumu’s and osamu’s neighbor, and his regulars, and everyone you’ve ever just passed by and said hi to while walking to his store.

say you start dating him while you’re in college. and it’s silly. just an a on an exam you’ve been studying days for. not even a midterm or final. just a regular old exam. but you’re proud of it and osamu has been giving you snacks to keep your brain fueled so you have to tell him when you get the news.

some people say hi as you walk through osamu’s restaurant but no one stops to chit chat. you’re able to pull him to the side and when you show him the exam, your timid smile widens as osamu pulls you into this large bear hug.

and then suddenly you’re surrounded.

“did ya pass?”

“pass?! ya got an a, for sure, didn’t ya?”

someone’s buying a round of shots even if osamu doesn’t sell alcohol. sake is poured though you don’t even know how it’s entered the building. people are telling you how they knew you could do it, how if you’re dating osamu, you’re already one smart cookie.

and you’re family.

osamu’s just one person. despite it, he fills a large space in your heart because loving him means being loved by all those that love him too.

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atsumu

neon lights (in a world gray) triple trouble drunk mind sober heart green with envy a commemoration of firsts till one of us caves long black anyways, don't be a stranger

kageyama

fate when one door closes stolen kisses miscommunication him?! haunt me volleyball on the brain you can hear it in the silence

sakusa

soft and wet public transit miscarry it's still love drawing our moments bed this victory is mine, and yours touch starved

oikawa

babygirl pinch two stories settle always perfect pain split here's to the sixth time

ushijima

request trust fall atlas bitter / sweet soft, but for you only in time page 304

bokuto

inferior an accidental heroine as loud as you like lucid swept up in the moment heart attack