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comfort u, like u want me to m. fushiguro

† sum. megumi had always been a ‘stoic’ person. he wore the same expression on his face: cold and uninterested, but never with you — until now. your once inseparable bond has now begun to unravel, leaving you confused while trying to piece things back together — but is it too late?

warnings. angst angst and more angst. happy ending tho wink wink wink

wc. 0.9k

pairings. megumi fushiguro x afab!reader

hours, days, weeks. the messages you sent him remained unopened. “i miss you sm”, “can we hangout pleaseee?”, “is everything okay?”.  text after text, you received nothing but that stupid ‘delivered’ label below your message. you tossed your phone aside and buried your head in your pillow, “what is up with him…”, you thought to yourself.

the following day, you sat in the last class on your schedule. It was noisy as normal, but for you, it was far too quiet. the typical shuffling of papers, scribbles of pens, chatters of friends, it all vanished when you looked at him. sitting three seats away from you, there he was. megumi fushiguro, the boy who once was your entire world, making you feel warmth when all you knew was coldness. you tried to focus on the book before you, but the text blurred. you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him, though each glance was a reminder of how close he was yet how far he felt.

after class, you tried multiple times to get his attention. all of course, to no response. he was easily talking with yuji and nobara, but why wouldn’t he speak with you? his lover? if that’s what you’d even call it at this point. you tried to convince yourself that this was some phase, and that the distance would only bring you closer. megumi had always been an ‘emotionless’ sort of person, so what if he’s going back to old ways? you decided this wasn’t going to work if you didn’t just go up to him. so that’s exactly what you did.

walking up to him, you lightly tapped him on the shoulder and you swear you felt him flinch. “the hell?” you thought to yourself. clearing your throat, you spoke nervously. “hey.. megs,” you started, using your old nickname for him, “can we talk when you finish up here, please?”. you noticed the slightest twitch in his eye but reluctantly, he agreed to meet you outside in a few minutes. you nodded and hurried off, walking to the park a few blocks away from campus. after what felt like hours, he finally arrived. there he stood in front of you, that cold expression plastered on his features. “what did you want?” he spoke, annoyed by your mere existence. visibly shaking, you responded softly, “i just wanted to talk about.. you know,” you paused, taking a deep breath, “us.” he raised an eyebrow, making it seem as if you were delusional. “what about us?”. fighting the urge to beat the living hell out of him for acting like you were a nobody, you maintained composure and said, “you can’t keep pushing me away, you’re hurting me, megs”. after a long pause, he sighs at your words, “i just can’t keep doing this, okay?”, he says as he finally meets your gaze. you noticed his expression was filled with pain, and it broke your already damaged heart. 

“doing what?” you asked, “loving me? being with me? i thought we were inseparable”. he looks away again, struggling to express his feelings. ”it’s not you, it’s me”, he says, almost as a whisper. your eye twitches in irritation, how cliche. “i don’t deserve you,” he starts again, meeting your eyes, “i can’t be the person you want me to be”. may god himself strike you down because this has to be some joke? you’ve been nothing less than accepting and this is what he says? “seriously? you have to talk to me, let me in”, you say, tears spilling out of your own eyes. “all you’re doing now is ruining what we have”, you pause — correcting yourself, “what we had”. his heart aches at your correction, taking a step closer to you and cupping your face in his hands. your mind tells you to push him away, but you’ve missed this — missed him, so you linger. “i’m just scared,” he begins, now looking you deeply in the eyes. “i don’t want you to see the messed up person i am, and leave me”. he says, his voice shaking as he finally comes to terms with his emotions. “i thought that if i left first i’d be protecting you, protecting us”. your heart shatters at his words, but not for you — for him. he’d felt like he was the problem this whole time. that you’d find a flaw in him and freak out, leaving him all alone again. you shook your head, “you don’t have to be perfect, megs” you whisper, your hands running through his spiky hair in soft strokes. “i just want you here with me, that’s all i ask for”. your heart begins to piece itself back together when he suddenly falls apart in your arms, face buried in the crook of your neck as he allows himself to feel. “flaws and all, i love you” you whisper into his hair. those three little words seem to bring a smile to his face as he pulls away, gently kissing your forehead. “i.. i love you too”, he admits, still holding you close. “i’ll be better, for you, for me, for us”. 

after constant confusion and heartache, you’re finally at peace. with communication and trust, you found your way back to each other. maybe the distance really does bring people closer after all.

an. this was very angsty i know forgive me. i lowk wrote this based off of how i always give people second chances even when they rip my heart to shreds but, at least Y’ALL got a happy ending dammit.

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#BOYSARESOUGH! c. kamo

† sum. ever since you were a child, your motto has always been “boys are so ugh!”. you never understood the point of dedicating time to someone other than yourself and your success. it’s always been like that until you meet choso kamo — quiet, mysterious, and effortlessly captivating. can one person really depict everything you’ve ever known about love?

wc. 1.3k

— pairings. choso kamo x afab!reader

second semester of freshman year at your undergrad university — everything was becoming more natural to you. the high of being in a new place, with new faces, had finally worn off. you sat in the library with your small circle of friends: yuta okkotsu, maki zenin, and toge inumaki. studying relentlessly for an upcoming exam, you tapped your pen against your mouth as you half-listened to a group of boys at a table diagonal from your group. your eyes twitched in mild irritation as they erupted into laughter, snorting over whatever it was they found amusement in. “typical” you thought as you stood up from the table. “i’m going to search for another textbook”, you said to your friends — receiving a few nods. 

scanning the shelves with an uninterested gaze, you found one that particularly stood out to you. you reached for it only to be met with a cold, yet firm hand atop yours. there stood choso kamo— tall, with messy black hair pulled into two loose buns. he glanced at the book, and then at you— as if almost examining your features. “you can have it.”, he said, his voice low and nearly..shy. for the first time in a while, you didn’t feel the urge to roll your eyes or immediately dismiss him as you would’ve with most guys. he was.. different, and it made your heart flutter — an emotion you weren’t used to, yet not appalled to either. snapping out of your very noticeable daze, you smiled nervously and thanked him before hurrying off to your group.

as the weeks went on, you began to notice him more often. whether it was during class or simply around campus — he was no longer a background character to you, in every possible way he stood out to you. even your friends began to notice your ‘captivation’ and lightly teased you about it — trying to get you to make a move. you being you, there was no way in hell you’d make the first move. it seemed like you’d be stuck in this phase forever, though a particular day in class seemed to do the job for you.

“students, listen closely!” the professor began, turning on the smart board to list details. “over the next week, you’ll be working with partners for a research project”. a collective groan rumbled throughout the room, you pinched the bridge of your nose — “this never turns out well..”, you thought to yourself. as the list of partners presented itself on the board, you scanned for your name, almost choking at the name next to it. it felt as if your heart had stopped, skipped beats, and stopped again — in a.. good way? “looks like our little queen of nonchalance finally has a chance!” yuta teased as he followed your gaze. you clamped a hand over his mouth, snickering lightly despite the situation. “hush before someone hears!”, you whisper-yelled. “or better yet, if he hears!” maki added, giggling along with yuta. you rolled your eyes at your friends’ antics, though that mask of indifference you held up slowly began to crumble.

after the professor concluded all the details, the class began to disperse into their pairs. you were gathering your materials when you felt a presence behind you. “hey..y/n?” the low voice began, and yet again — your heart began to do those stupid little flips. turning to look at him, you two were oddly closer than you’d ever been. and god, was he tall, taller than you remember. you practically had to strain your neck to meet his eyes. “ah, hey! choso, right?” you said with barely contained enthusiasm, knowing damn well you’d already stalked all of his social medias, of course that was his name. “yeah,” he nodded, “guess we’re partners,” he said, fidgeting with loose chains on his pants. “well,” you began, “we could set up at the library”, you offered, examining his expression that screams ‘i don’t want to be here right now’. you could already hear yuta’s irritating teases in the back of your head. taking a deep yet subtle breath, “or we could go to my place, it’s just a few blocks away”, you added. choso’s expression shifted from cold to.. lukewarm. you noticed a slight twitch of his lips before he said, “sounds good to me”. score! that had to be some progress, right? the two of you exchanged contacts and agreed to meet at yours in a few hours, giving you time to prepare, both physically and mentally.

15 minutes. you had 15 minutes until he would be at your door. “i swear, i just had 3 hours”, you mentally scolded yourself. you had spent time tidying up the place, simultaneously daydreaming about him. you couldn’t quite put your finger on what allured you to him. was it his cold demeanor? or maybe those gorgeous eyes that pierce through you every time he catches your gaze. whatever it was, you knew you were smitten — and it frightened you, in the best possible way. you finished spraying your favorite scent around the house as you heard a soft knock at your front door. you were incredibly giddy, you had to slap yourself multiple times to make it to the door without looking like a total freak! opening the door, you greeted him with a warm smile and stepped aside for him to enter. now sitting on your bed, the two of you were an awkward distance away from each other — he was sitting across from you with books and papers sprawled in the middle. as you began researching, you found your gaze drifting to his face more often than usual.

you noticed how his lashes rested on his cheek when he blinked, the small twitch of his nose when he found something interesting, you were deeply lost in admiration. “you’re distracted” choso said, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. of course you were, he was right in front of you, looking like a 5-star dish. how you wished you could tangle your fingers in those messy locks as he— “you good?” he questioned. snapping out of it, you internally facepalmed and nodded. “yeah, sorry..” you started, “just was.. thinking about how to go about this part” you lied. despite choso seeming indifferent most of the time, he wasn’t oblivious — by any means. he knew what you were thinking about, he could tell just by the pretty little flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him, the way you’d lightly jump every time he came up behind you and spoke. “you’ve been staring at me for the past 10 minutes” he countered, leaving you momentarily speechless. “i-”, you stuttered, “was not! you just happened to be in the way!”. he smirked and shook his head, internally laughing at your antics. “it’s not like that!” you added. this seemed to spark interest in him, he was now leaning closer, moving the books out the way as he did. “like what, hm?” he said in a low tone, your noses being millimeters away. “you.. you know what i mean” you said, your once smooth voice now shaky, your cheeks burning hot. “well, you’re not very good at hiding it — y’know,” he said, a hint of tease in his voice. why was it that you were always getting (light-heartedly) teased? your gaze flickered downwards to his lips, and then at the blankets on your bed, “hiding what?” you said, your tone almost being a whisper. your heart practically flew out of your chest and bounced on the walls when his hand moved to lift your chin, forcing you to look directly at him. “your feelings,” he began, looking at you in a way that made you squeeze your thighs together. “i don’t mind though, it’s cute”, he finished, stroking your cheek with a feather-light touch of his thumb. “now, we can continue researching the project, or perhaps..” he mumbled, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip, “we can research.. these feelings of yours”.

if you didn’t fold before, you were damn sure under his spell now, giving up all things you previously knew of ‘romance’ and exploring this new path with the boy who made you feel like putty, both figuratively and literally.

an. HIIIII! this is the first fic i've ever written so i apologize if it's a lil cheesy 😊 but anyways hope u enjoy mwah mwah mwah!

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— masterlist for @sccubss

note. fics w/o links r still being worked on !

this will prob be revamped too when i write more, btw :3

♱ JJK FICS

— s. gojo

• take a look into my eyes, can you feel the tension?

• the cut that always bleeds

— s. geto

• how did we get here?

— c. kamo

• he's a monster, why do i want ya?!

• #boysaresough!

— t. fushiguro

• undress me, caress me, i just want you to f☆ck me!

— m. fushiguro

• comfort u, like u want me to

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— hai! i’m nini, the girl behind the screen! ۶ৎ

here’s some little things about me if u care.. (i hope u do cs i care abt u)

me! alt baddie • african american • october baby • she/her prns • uh, what else?

love! early 2000s • horror/thriller genre • drew starkey • piercings • dyed hair • rainy days (only if i’m inside) • $$$ • black & pink color combo • leopard print • sanrio

selfships! nini & toji = noji • satoru + nini = satoni • choso + nini = noso (my personal fav)

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𓉸ྀི  — take a step into the world, of my sultry seduction !

:: nini . 18+ . she/her . @sccubss

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satosugu’s princess  • slut for toji! • choso’s alt girl

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