#jujutsu kaisen megu

[velvetreds]

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anytime, anywhere ; megumi fushiguro x reader

wc ; 574 | content ; femcoded(?) gender neautral reader, swearing, kissing, ooc, multiple scenarios set in one universe, suggestive positioning, can be read as a standalone or a part two to this

summary ; relationship things!!

when yuuji finds out that you and megumi are together, he almost screams. he's raving like a madman–saying everything from i’m happy for you! to what the fuck do you mean you're dating now, so i spent like three hours worrying for nothing? 

by the time he finishes, megumi has an awkward smile on his face, and you're laughing bashfully. but yuuji has to admit that side by side on the couch, the two of you do look cute together. he leaves soon after, saying something about giving the newlyweds space. maybe he also feels guilty about the fact that he accidentally told you about megumi's terribly intense crush on you.

and when you're finally alone, megumi lifts your linked hands and shyly kisses yours.

you yawn, pushing yourself upright on your desk. there's still a considerable amount of time until class ends, but you're pretty sure you're gonna pass out before it does. glancing behind your shoulder, you look for your boyfriend, megumi, only to find him staring back at you. he looks tired too, but when your eyes meet his face breaks out into a lazy grin–one that leaves you weak in the knees.

as soon as your teacher leaves the classroom, students pour out of the large classroom. you wait, and so does megumi, until the room's almost empty. it's then that he approaches you, picking up your bag with one hand as you get up. intertwining your fingers together, he kisses the side of your head gently. 

“so, what's for lunch?” he asks.

before you can answer, though, he's shutting you up already. “coffee isn't lunch, baby.”

you pout, leaning into his touch. “whatever.”

you flop down on the bed beside megumi, glaring at nothing in particular. you've been ignoring him for over an hour now, but he's just not getting the hint. you cough loudly. he still stares at his phone, typing something on it. you cough again, in a way that's clearly fake. this time, he bites.

“what's wrong?”

you frown back at him, silent. megumi raises an eyebrow curiously, turning to you. within a second, he's maneuvered you into a position where he's hovering over you, and you're on your back beneath him. 

“oh-” you gasp, surprised, but he cuts you off. 

“everythin’ okay?” despite your position being inherently sexual, both his voice and his touch are soft. you stare at the tv playing behind you, resolute in your mission to ignore him. he tilts your head up so that you're forced to look him in the eyes.

“hmm?”

“what date is it?” you demand.

“what?” he's confused. 

“what date is it?” you repeat.

“the fourth of february?”

“and?” 

“and?”

“and the 14th?”

“oh!” he falls back onto the bed beside you with a wide grin on his face. “should've just told me, pretty.”

you pout. “i tried.”

“naaah,” he draws out the singular word, twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers. “telling me and ignorin’ me are two different things.” [im so sorry if ur bald]

you want to move away from his touch, but there's just something that keeps you from doing so.

“so,” he smiles lazily, “you gonna be my valentine or what, baby?”

the way he says it is just so damn attractive, and you can't help but blush as you nod. and when he pulls you into his arms, you hear the the words he whispers into your hair. “was gonna ask you soon anyways, sweetheart.”

[hinamie]

mentor

[toovaeloe]

errands and no game 𝝑𝝔 “Wooooaaahhh!! Oookay, he did not mean to say that.”

fluffy fluff drabble

genderneutral!reader x Satoru Gojo

Gojo and Megumi annoying big brother and annoyed little brother activities

Satoru visits the Fushiguro kiddos, and helps Megumi run an errand for his sister. Gojo however gets distracted by a gorgeous you— although charming you into giving him your number doesn’t exactly go as planned with Megumi around.

☁️🤍☁️

Question: 21 is supposed to be one of your best years, isn’t it? So why was Satoru spending it working, working, working, and oh, walking this stinker to and from the store??

Answer: Megumi wanted to do something nice for his sister, aka the chore of grocery shopping. And Satoru had oh-so graciously volunteered to check in on those kids every once and awhile…(mostly to get out of missions.)

“Hey Megumi, Megumi, let’s get ice cream!” Satoru chirped exuberantly as they walked by the parlor, the 8 year old’s grip on his pant leg the only thing stringing him along the sidewalk and keeping him from stopping in for a frozen treat. “C’moonnn you’re in, like, 3rd grade! 3rd graders love ice cream!!!”

“Tsumiki’s waiting for me. We have to get back.” Megumi dismissed- far too dutifully for a child as he tugged on the white haired oaf’s trousers near his knee, a plastic grocery bag clutched in his other tiny hand. “And I don’t wanna get a treat without her.”

“Awwwwwww,” Satoru whined with melodramatic crankiness, his shoulders dropping and hands shoving into his pockets with a huff as he continued to trudge along, practically curved into the posture of a dissatisfied shrimp. “You’re the most boring, levelheaded kid ever. Seriously, I should hire a babysitter to cart you around…or maybe a prison warden since you’re so ruthless and cruel,” Satoru muttered sulkily.

The little Megumi echoed his huff, irritation creasing his brows. He felt like the one carting Gojo around if anything. “I said I could go by myself. You’re the one who was whining about going with me.”

Just as Gojo was about to give his grand explanation of why he couldn’t let an 8 year old roam the streets by himself, something, or rather someone caught his eye. You.

Within seconds, Satoru was rerouting Megumi with a yank under his armpit towards you. He wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to chat with a beautiful stranger- lay on the charm, woo you with his otherworldly beauty, etcetera etcetera. And to top it all off, he had Megumi with him. Dudes and Chicks dig kids, right? Makes him seem like a down to earth, kind hearted guy.

“Yeah, he’s like a little brother to me. ‘Just taking him out to shop for his sister. Me and the little guy are like this,” Satoru explained to you after stopping you before you could cross the street, speaking as if he was the most charitable philanthropist on earth, crossing his fingers in a show of supposedly how close he and Megumi were. Megumi however, looked at Gojo with the kind of grouchy, wrinkly frown only a child- or perhaps a sphynx cat- could muster.

He had the sole goal of getting home to complete this kind deed he’s done for his sister and see the cheerful smile she would have at his show of appreciation for her. And he wasn’t about to have that be delayed by Gojo’s pathetic attempt at scoring a date.

“Your eyes look weird on your face.”

Megumi pointed straight at you as he bluntly stated his critique. “Seriously, it looks like a 4 year old drew you-“

“Wooooaaahhh!! Oookay,” Satoru quickly covered the cynical kid’s mouth with a nervous chuckle, waving off his words. “Silly little bugger,” He playfully scolded in an attempt to salvage the interaction.

Satoru whipped his head over to Megumi as he moved his hand away from covering his mouth and to his hair, ruffling it into an even worse ebony mess as the boy warded off the giant palm with indignant swats. He was speaking to you, but his words were meant as a reprimand for the mini Fushiguro.“He did not mean to say that,” He’d grit through his teeth with a denotative glare.

“What he probably meant to tell you is how radiant your eyes are- I could stare into them forever, at least,” Gojo recuperated his charm quickly, flashing you an easily dazzling grin that he hoped would get you to at least crack a tiny smile.

“No, they creep me out. In fact, you should wear sunglasses to cover them- like this freak does.” The young tween continued his merciless and unsolicited attack on you with a gesture now to Gojo, before he strolled off with far too much nonchalance for an ankle biter. “I’m going home. Losers.”

You’re too stunned to speak. This is probably the last interaction you’ve expected to have on your way to the store.

“…kids say the darndest things, don’t they?” Gojo hums with an absentminded grin now that the entire run-in has fallen completely flat. “Such creative young minds.”

“Don't go forgetting me, alright? I’ll see you around!!!” He’d shout over his shoulder, a halfhearted promise before sprinting off after the little tike. You can hear the fading sobbing of the guy complaining about the failure, as well attempting to assert his “grown-up status” to the child that ambled on like he had mentally tuned-out his chaser.

What a weird family, you’d probably think to yourself, left to ponder this odd encounter later as you sorted through the produce section.

a/n:

omg I posted writing for my tumblr againn 😛 Gojo adopts the Geto walk in the drabble uhhhh because I said so

Jokes aside I would absolutely cry if I received a creative insult from a child 😔

based off this request on a diff platform that I thought would do better as a minific 🤍

Have a wonderful day/night

[mortemappetens]

With This Treasure

I felt like I needed to contribute a bit more to the Gojo Snr. and Jr. content.

Megu's a Fushiguro by name only.

[mistymuimui]

Megumi haters are pathetic period. Hating him for stupid reasons.

Get hit in the face with a cactus, lame fucks.

[katenikii]

The Itadori problem

[sukutrauma]

wip cooking up

[chaoticstrawberrywerewolf]

I WANT YOU BABEEEEE

[ofamplify]

C U R S E D W O R D S . . . H A N D S S E A L S . . . T H E D A N C E . . . T H E M U S I C . . .

independent & highly selective UTAHIME LORI from jujutsu kaisen . ( c )

[lowkeyremi]

I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD, WHY DOES HE KEEP COMING BACK

[hinamie]

morning glory

[gojolight]

if gojo is back/comes back i think he, yuuji, and megumi will live. if this isnt gojo and gege decides not to have him back, i think yuuji will be the last man standing

[mortemappetens]

Satoru Gojo is a "Millennial Dad" Stereotype [Pt. 1]

Sometimes it hits me all over again that Satoru is a Millennial. And when I remember that, I think about how he probably has inherited some very stereotypical “dad” behaviours. At least in the canon, it seems like he got one thing down: embarrass and annoy your teenager to the edge of familial repudiation.

And it’s so funny to imagine that he probably (little story under each point):

Reaches around from the front of the car for “food tax” (and ends up taking an overly zealous bite):

Yuji didn’t know. How can he? He didn’t grow up with a father. And while his grandfather had stepped into the role of father figure, he didn’t exactly possess all of the peculiarities that a “dad” does. So, yes, Yuji didn’t know.

The drive back to campus should go as it always has: on completing a mission, the three first years reward themselves with some sugar and fat heavy comfort foods and eat in Ijichi’s car while Yuji prattles on about one thing or another, Nobara transfers items from her Amazon wishlist to her cart in anticipation for the big paycheque they are due to receive, and Megumi struggles between chewing his food and falling asleep.

What is curious this time, or at the very least uncommon, is that Gojo Sensei had opted to accompanied them to “oversee your progress with strategy and teamwork”.

Curious still is how the moment they had settled into the backseat and Ijichi had started the car, Gojo Sensei reached back an arm from the front passenger seat, palm out.

And Yuji just doesn’t know what to do with it.

He watches silently as Megumi places his pulled pork bao bun on the palm, watches as Sensei retracts his hand, and feels the secondhand offence as Sensei demolishes half of the bun in a single bite before returning the remainder to Megumi-

-Who takes it and continues his munching as if nothing even happened.

But of course, it isn’t over yet. And Yuji didn’t know.

The palm is back, fingertips painted in barbeque sauce.

And Yuji only watches as the fingers wiggle expectantly when they are not given an offering. He watches as Nobara slams her Taiyaki on the palm with an aggravated groan, spilling a bit of its filling, and watches as the hand once again disappears and reappears with a mercilessly beheaded fish-shaped waffle.

And it isn’t over yet, but Yuji feels like he is beginning to know.

The palm flips up again, barbeque sauce and red bean paste blending together in a smear.

Yuji feels like he knows, but- but it doesn’t hurt to confirm.

“Yes, Sensei?” He asks meekly.

“Food tax,” Megumi mumbles.

“More like food theft,” Nobara grumbles.

Hesitantly, Yuji relents and onto the palm he gently places his extra large salted caramel frappuccino - no cream.

And he laments when the cup is returned half empty.

“But why?” He whines at no one in particular.

And because Yuji didn’t grow up with a father and everyone present knows it, nobody answers in consideration for their peer. Instead, the car is filled with Gojo sensei’s cackling as he wipes his sticky palm on Ijichi’s shoulder.

Plays videos on his phone at full volume:

If Yuji hadn’t been asking stupid questions in the middle of a History of the Three Vengeful Spirits class, thus prolonging the lesson beyond its allotted time, Nobara would not have catapulted her rubber at his face.

If Gojo Sensei had not chosen to exercise his authority as a teacher, she would not have been held back to write lines in detention, as if she were still in primary school.

And honestly? It isn’t writing “I will not throw projectiles at my classmates” repeatedly that is setting her nerves.

Gojo Sensei giggles not five minutes after his last fit, and the tip of Nobara’s pencil snaps again. Swallowing down a growl, she pulls out her pencil sharpener.

“Can you stop?” she says through a clenched jaw, and only barely manages to restrain herself from sending her pencil flying when the response she gets is another giggle. “And if you have to, can you not with the Boomer volume?”

Gojo Sensei lifts his stupid turnip head from his phone, stupid lopsided smile on his stupid face. “Huh? Sorry, did you say something? I’m watching this thing called the Skype Laughter Chain. Have you heard of it?”

Pencil sufficiently sharpened but at the risk of snapping in Nobara’s fist, she reminds herself that Sensei has got his Infinity activated. Oh, and she is already in detention. “I know what you’re watching, and that’s my point. If I’m going to be stuck in here all afternoon, I’d like it to be a quiet one.”

Dropping his feet down from their perch on his desk, Sensei simply waves her off. “The point of detention is for you to sit silently and think about why you’re here. Not for me to sit quietly and think about where I’d rather be.”

And so Nobara begrudgingly spent the entirety of her detention listening to Laddergoat, some English instructional video on how to be “emo”, several episodes of Mameshiba, and of course Gojo Sensei giggling as if he he had only just discovered Youtube.

Sneezes so loud, the ground shakes:

Megumi doesn’t embarrass easily. Sure, he is quick to anger, and the reasons why would produce a never-ending list. But his list of things that embarrass him has but two items.

Love confessions (fortunately, high school has thus far spared him from this particular strain of embarrassment as the only two female students find him aggravating, Inumaki senpai seems to have his eyes on someone else, he isn’t a tall woman with a big arse to attract Yuji’s attention, and Panda is… Panda is made out of microfiber stuffing).

Satoru Gojo

As Satoru bites into a chip drowned in pink sauce and far too much pepper, he lets out another thunderous sneeze. And as with the last one and all the others before it, the heads of nearly every patron at the restaurant turns to stare at them. Megumi doubts he can sink any further down his seat without being entirely under their table. It is bad enough that he was dragged out of bed to catch the six am Shinkansen for their monthly trip to Shima Spain Village, but the day is only made worse by Satoru insisting on “dining” on deep fried shit from Hermanos.

Because deep fried anything means the abuse of black pepper.

“Don’t like your food?” Satoru asks, pointing a chip at Megumi’s barely touched tray-acting-plate. “If not, I’m not sharing. You eat what you order.”

Megumi ducks his head away from the view of a passing server who had earlier referred to them as her favourite customers. He makes a mental note to add “Being recognised as a regular customer at Hermanos” to his list of embarrassing things.

“It’s not the food,” he mumbles.

“Was it the Tomatina? Made you sick? I think I’ve got some peppermint in my bumbag-”

“It’s not the ride and for the love of fuck do not wear it that way.” Megumi wonders if “Satoru Gojo wearing a bumbag around his waist” falls under list item two or if it is severe enough to be on its own.

Satoru pauses his interrogation long enough to eat another pink-saucy-black-peppery chip, and of course sneezes loud enough that a toddler somewhere actually pauses its crying from the sheer shock of it.

“What is it then, Megu? Is it the park? Come on, you used to love it here!” he says, wiping his nose.

If they were not in public, Megumi would have attempted his first Black Flash. “It’s not the park. Why do you have to fucking sneeze like that? You’re embarrassing me!”

Satoru smiles something cryptic and pushes the pepper shaker to the side. “When you become a father, you’ll get it. I just hope your kids treat you better!”

Neither of them mention that the likelihood of Megumi becoming a father is nil, considering their line of work. The reminder of their mortality simply hangs unaddressed in the air, just as it always has.

Megumi watches as Satoru carefully selects the least abused chips and lifts them to his mouth.

“Eat your food. We’re going to Cibeles Plaza next for face painting,” he says, before stuffing his mouth with the chips.

Megumi wants to die.

“I think I’ll get something new this time. Think they’ll do Doraemon for me? And I’m assuming you want to get a Shiba Inu, as usual?”

Shares and laughs at his own Dad Jokes:

“Hey, Yuji, wanna hear a joke?”

Yuji turns away from the wooden dummy he had been going through some forms with. “Um, sure?”

By now, Nobara has given up on her stretches and Megumi has inclined his head in interest from where he lay sweaty and exhausted on the floor after having had his arse handed to him by Sensei. The three watch as their teacher claps his hands together once before flashing them two thumbs ups.

“Two men rob a liquor store. One of them grabs a bottle and asks the other, ‘is this whiskey?’. The other says, ‘not as wisky as wobbing a bank’”.

Yuji actually has to remind his face to at least offer up a smile. Nobara and Megumi are less generous.

“That was-” Yuji starts, words faltering amidst Sensei’s giggling.

“-bad.” Megumi completes his sentence, and his thoughts, really.

“That was dad,” Nobara adds.

Sensei stops giggling at their replies, his smile dropping only for a moment. “Okay, so that one was an epic fail. This next one will have you all rolling. What do you call a zombie that doesn’t joke around?”

The dramatic pause leaves Yuji feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Dead serious.”

Sensei’s giggling makes him feel worse.

“Oh come on! That was a good one!” Sensei whines, before he frowns and crosses  his arms petulantly. “Fine then, let’s hear one of yours. Megu?”

Megumi sits up and stares blankly up at him. “What is the difference between acne and a Catholic priest? Acne doesn’t come on your face until you’re 12.”

Yuji, Nobara and Sensei’s collective gasps drowns out Megumi’s quiet chuckles.

“Jesus Christ, Megumi!” Yuji squeaks.

This does not act as the deterrent he wishes it did.

“What did the man say when his girlfriend accused him of being a paedophile? ‘That’s a big word for a five year old’.” It still is only Megumi who chuckles at his own joke.

“Who raised-” Gojo Sensei has never looked paler. “Where did I go wrong?”

“What’s the hardest part of a vegetable to eat?” This time it is Megumi inserting the dramatic pause. “The wheelchair.”

“MEGUMI!”

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Squish the boi

[mistymuimui]

Blushing. Megu is also cute

[velvetreds]

repost from old acc! reblogs are appreciated<3

one nocturnal sun of a gun ; megumi fushiguro x gn!reader

wc ; 1.1k | content ; femcoded(?) gender neutral reader, swearing, reader drinks coffee, first kiss, ooc, time skip, physical fight between characters for comedic purpose, fluff, happy ending

summary ; megumi fushiguro has a big fat crush on you.

TO SAY THAT megumi fushiguro hates mondays would be an understatement. he doesn't hate them, he fucking despises them. there's nothing he can think of that's even close to likeable about them. the mornings? the worst part of his entire week. the nights? he's so tired he can't even think. and all the time in between? literal ass.

today's even worse. he normally hates waking up to go to class, but even that sounds better than waking up at 5 am to go to yuuji’s stupid sports practice. the fact that yuuji manages the patience or energy for this is astounding. 

it's the worst day in his entire life, he thinks. but then he sees you, and suddenly it doesn't feel so bad anymore. you're dressed in layers and layers of fluff and wool, trudging through the soft layer of unshoveled snow on the ground, making a beeline straight for him.

there's a cute little grin on your face as you bounce towards him. your cheeks and nose are flushed,  and your pretty, sparkly eyes are trained on one single thing: the steaming cup of coffee that he's cradling in his freezing hands.

“hey!” you yell, using your hands to form a makeshift microphone before you reach him. you plop down beside him, onto the bench. 

“what flavour?” you demand, not noticing the way he stiffens, or the way his cheeks turn a even brighter shade of pink, a shade that no amount of cold can ever produce. he shifts uncomfortably as you lean into him suddenly, with no regard to his prsonal space. you take a deep breath, then close your eyes.

“caramel?”

“mm.” he offers it to you quietly, and you happily cuddle into his side as you take a big sip. you always tell him how surprising it is that the two of you, despite having opposite personalities, have the same taste in coffee. the short answer is, you don't.  the long answer, however, complicates things wildly. he's never been a fan of sweet things, but you absolutely adore them. and when you'd told him how much you “love, love, love!” (your words, not his) sweet things. and of course, the one day he'd tried out caramel coffee, you'd tasted it too, and decided that you loved it.

“homemade?” 

“yeah,” he murmurs. somewhere along the line, he's started making it at home. just for you. he enjoys seeing your little reactions every day when he hands it to you, and it goes without saying that being unable to savour his own coffee in peace is so worth watching you savour yours. he's used to it now anyways, choking down his own black coffee in seconds before setting out with “his” coffee, that's actually always been yours.

you tug at the thick muffler that's hanging half off your neck with one hand. 

“wait– lemme–” you pull again, and the coffee almost spills out of the cup. he takes it from your hand gently.

“there, do it now.” 

you rip off the muffler gratefully and reach for the cup. but before you can take your coffee back, yuuji jogs over and snatches it up, pouring some into his mouth. megumi grabs it back from him, annoyed. 

“stop touching my stuff!”

“why are you always mean to everyone?” groans yuuji, collapsing onto the bench.

“wh’d’ya mean?” you ask, voice muffled by your megumi’s coffee cup. you put it down beside you. “i don't get it, he's never been mean to me!”

“nyeh!” yuuji sticks out his tongue at you. “that's cause he likes yo–”

your eyes widen. you've never seen megumi move this fast before; he lunges at yuuji, hissing “why'd you say that in front of–”

“i’m sorry, it just slipped out!” he gasps, trying to wriggle away–but even though he's stronger than megumi, the angle at which he's being held down is enough to hold him in place. and that's when it finally clicks.

“megumi… you like me?” your eyes are filled with wonder and surprise as you stare down at the pair, unmoving on the ground against a striking backdrop of snow.

yuuji shakes his head vehemently. “no, i was joking, i swear!”

“that's not true!” yells megumi at the same time. but then he sees how you seem to deflate, and your bright eyes dull. fuck it. he twists around to look at you properly. “i mean, it is true, but–”

he sees the way a small smile plays up on your lips. it's the prettiest sight he's ever seen–and distracting enough for yuuji to shove him away and take off running. beinf an s-class track star, he doesn't have to run for long before he's out of view. now it's only you and megumi left.

he's sitting on the floor of the pavilion, in front of the bench, scared to talk to you. you, on the other hand, have never been so bold. you walk over to him, and kneel between his spread out legs. you touch his face.

“hey, megumi.”

“yeah?” his voice is nervous, shaky.

“can i kiss you?”

he nods.

taking a deep breath, you lean forward, pressing your lips tentatively to his. megumi freezes, before pulling you closer to him, hand on your waist. holy shit, your lips are soft. but what if someone sees them? it would be so embarrassing. he pulls away briefly to catch his breath, but you look disappointed, like you wanted more. and then he's effortlessly pulling you up onto his lap, embarrassment be damned. your hands are tangled up in his hair, and he kisses you again, fervently. 

“we should,” he gasps, out of breath. “we should really go somewhere more private.”

“oh,” you say, surprised. “we're still in the pavilion.”

he nods, lifting you off of him, then gets up. he pulls you up too, but then his eyes widen as soon as he sees your lips. picking up your muffler, he wraps it securely around your neck and the lower half of your face, so they're no longer visible. 

“what's wrong?” you ask, confused.

he shakes his head, cheeks dusted a pretty pink.

“your uh,” he clears his throat. “your lips are swollen, it'll look weird.”

your laughter is infectious, and he's also laughing by the time you get to gojo’s car. when the two of you get in, his chauffeur–because when is gojo not going all out over little things–starts the car, and you immediately cuddle into megumi's side.

“so.” 

you ignore him, eyes closed.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

LATER

“wait, so you actually like me?” you ask, peering down at the heart-shaped box of chocolate in your hands. there's a note stuck to it that says, happy valentine's day. you look up at megumi, who's holding a bouquet of flowers and the three stuffed animals you've won from the claw machine at the arcade.

“baby,” he groans. “we've been over this already, we've been together for two damn years!”