#love.fushiguro megumi

[itadores]

my thoughts on jjk characters + drinking

note: i just wanted to babble a little bit

featuring: fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, nanami kento, todo aoi

genre/warnings: gender neutral reader, alcohol consumption, a little angsty for gojo’s part toward the end, mentions of drugging (but nothing happens!!), suggestive at the end for nanami’s and todo’s part

fushiguro megumi

fushiguro drinks occasionally- not too often, not too infrequently.

he’s more of a social drinker. he only drinks when he gets roped into it by kugisaki and itadori. (he pretends to think it over every time they bring up wanting to do something and drinking, but he always agrees in the end. by now, kugisaki and itadori know that fushiguro will assent to their plans, but they still go through the act of “convincing” him.)

he’s not a lightweight, but he’s not a heavyweight. he’s somewhere in between. he’s pretty good at handling his alcohol. 

he’s not a big fan of taking shots. watching kugisaki and itadori get shit-faced and having to take care of them at the end of the night is enough to turn him off from drinking too heavily. fushiguro prefers to knock back a few beers and sip on them throughout the night while kugisaki and itadori challenge each other to drinking competitions.

his cheeks get so rosy when he drinks!! it’s the cutest thing ever. his face gets so flushed, and it stands out so much against his fair skin. you can’t help but kiss him on the cheeks multiple times throughout the night because of how cute he looks, which only worsens his blush. </3

he doesn’t drink to get drunk, (he’s traumatized from the times he let himself get riled up by kugisaki and itadori’s playful gibes and got way too drunk as a result.) but he enjoys being buzzed.

he’s pretty quiet when he’s intoxicated, piping up here and there to insert himself into the conversation that goes on around him, but he gets a little more clingy than usual.

fushiguro normally reserves displays of affection for behind closed doors, but once he has enough alcohol in him, he’s more inclined to touch you. he’ll rest his head on your shoulder and bury his face in the curve of your neck. he doesn’t do anything scandalous, but he’s more lax and free with his affection. he sort of forgets that he’s in public, and it’s only when kugisaki directs a teasing remark at him that he remembers.

his face will flame up and he’ll mutter shut up at kugisaki, but he won’t change his position. you’re comfortable and warm, and fushiguro is too relaxed to allow his friends playful teasing to get to him too much.

but the next morning, he will get a little embarrassed when he recalls what he did the previous night in the company of his friends. he’s not ashamed, but he knows that he’ll receive an onslaught of light-hearted teasing comments from kugisaki and itadori later that day when he sees them.

gojo satoru

gojo rarely drinks.

number one, he hates the taste of alcohol. when i say he hates it, i mean he abhors it. he gets a drop of it on his tongue, and he acts like he just ingested poison. or he gets a whiff of the strong scent of alcohol, and his face contorts into an expression that screams that he just smelled something foul!! he’s a lil over dramatic (read: very over dramatic).

number two, he doesn’t like the loss of control and vulnerability that comes with drinking. alcohol messes with his eyes, and he can’t have that. gojo is the strongest sorcerer there is, and he has to be ready for anything at any time. he also gets in his feels when he gets drunk which i’ll touch upon later.

but if he does drink, gojo gets the sugariest concoctions there are. he loves the cute little, fruity mixed drinks that barely taste like alcohol. if it tastes even a little like alcohol, gojo’s face immediately scrunches up in disgust, and he’ll ask the bartender to add some more syrup or dilute the drink more.

he is also the biggest lightweight ever. he should be limited to only one of his sweet, mixed drinks, but he’ll typically down as many as he possibly can before he gets cut off by the bartender, one of his few friends, or you. and when gojo does cut off, he tries to insist that he’s alright, even if he’s slurring his words and tripping over his own feet.

if gojo’s buzzed, he gets really clingy and chatty. gojo wants to be touching you at all times as he talks about everything and anything. he likes to crowd into your personal space, pressing his arm against yours as he babbles. 

it can be a bit much since gojo doesn’t stop talking for a moment when he starts, but he’s really cute when he rambles about nothing. he gets so animated, wildly swinging his arms around as he gestures. you do have to make sure he doesn’t accidentally knock something over with his long arms. (it’s happened one too many times. you’ve had to apologize for gojo’s behavior when he accidentally splashed his drink on a man’s crisp, white button-down shirt.)

if gojo’s drunk, he gets surprisingly forlorn. it’s pretty obvious when gojo’s crossed the line from being buzzed to being drunk because he gets a little more quiet, a little more serious. it’s a strange look on gojo considering he typically plays the role of the fool.

if it’s even possible, gojo gets even more clingy when he’s drunk. grabby hands tug you closer to him, to the point where you’re nearly sitting entirely on his lap. there’s an edge of desperation to his movements like he needs to be as close as he possibly can to you.

at that point, you leave wherever you are, pasting on an apologetic smile as your friends give you understanding looks, so you can take gojo home.

it’s in the safety of your home that gojo falls apart. quietly, he cries into your chest as you hold him in your arms. he doesn’t say much, but what he does say breaks your heart.

don’t leave me. i don’t want to be alone. don’tleavei’msorrydon’tleavedon’tleave—

you just hold him tighter and murmur soft reassurances, that you won’t leave him, that gojo won’t be alone, that he’ll never be alone if you have any say in the matter.

the night ends when gojo finally falls asleep after exhausting himself completely.

part of the reason gojo hates drinking may be attributed to the bitter taste of alcohol, but the main reason that gojo hates drinking is because all of the turbulent feelings and emotions he suppresses when he’s sober rise to the surface, forcing him to confront them.

it is a reminder that although gojo may be the strongest, even the strongest can fall.

(luckily, you will be there to catch gojo whenever that happens.)

nanami kento

he drinks regularly. 

it’s something that he started indulging in when he began working as a salaryman and continues doing when he returns to the world of sorcery.

both lines of work are stressful and draining, and nanami drinks to help take the edge off. he’s the type to drink every friday evening after work with coworkers. when he starts working as a sorcerer again, nanami grabs drinks with ieiri pretty often. sometimes, ijichi or utahime joins them. gojo rarely comes. nanami and ieiri catch up over drinks and complain about how everything is shit in their line of work.

he has a high tolerance. he’s a heavyweight and good at handling his alcohol.

he rarely gets drunk. nanami prefers to drink just enough alcohol until the weight he carries on his shoulders lightens and the tension in his muscles relaxes. his drink of choice is either beer or sake.

once the alcohol starts to hit nanami, he loosens his tie and rolls up his sleeves to his forearms and if you’re with him, he places a casual hand on your thigh as he chats with ieiri. he’ll squeeze your leg every so often and whisper into your ear to check in on you and make sure you’re doing alright.

nanami always keeps a close eye on you when you accompany him drinking. he likes to make sure you’re doing okay for his own peace of mind.

if you’re sitting at a booth or at the bar, you and nanami always sit side by side. shoulder to shoulder, your presence is grounding. reassuring. nanami likes knowing that you’re there with him.

if you get up to leave for any reason, nanami makes sure to keep your drink within your line of sight. it’s just a safety precaution. nanami knows there are some sick fucks in the world, and he will be damned if he allows anything to ever happen to you. (one time, a man didn’t realize that you were there with nanami and tried to slip something into your drink when you left your seat at the bar to use the restroom. let’s just say that the way nanami handled the situation left the man scarred for his life and nearly pissing his pants. you still have no idea that anything ever happened.)

if you happen to be out with his friends / coworkers, he ensures that you’re a part of the conversation. he makes sure that you don’t feel left out or excluded, whispering in your ear and clarifying terms or concepts that you may not understand.

if you wander off from his side to go dance, nanami watches you from the outskirts of the crowd with a soft smile on his face. if you try to drag him to the dance floor, he’ll give in after some half-hearted resistance. nanami could blame it on the alcohol, but he knows that he could never say no to you, even if he was sober.

the alcohol does help, though. it helps loosen him up, and nanami sways to the beat with his hands on your hips and your hands wrapped around his neck. he pulls you much closer than he would if he was sober, leaving barely any space between you as you dance. it’s sensual and leaves you a little breathless by the end of it.

that’s normally around the time that you and nanami decide to leave wherever you are. (ieiri gives you two a knowing look while gojo shamelessly wolf-whistles at you both. nanami pretends that he cannot hear gojo.)

todo aoi

he is such a boisterous drunk.

if you think that todo can be a lot when he’s sober, he is so much worse when he’s drunk.

he one hundred percent does not shut up about takada-chan or you, his significant other, when he’s intoxicated. people hate going out drinking with todo because of that fact. literally, todo nonstop talks about how great takada-chan’s latest single was or how cute you are.

even if people explicitly express their disinterest in the conversation (todo’s “friends” have nothing against you, but if they have to hear another word out of todo’s mouth praising you, they’re going to lose their minds.), todo acts like he didn’t hear them. (to be honest, there’s a chance that todo actually didn’t hear them because he gets so caught up in thinking about takada-chan or you that everything else goes in through one ear and out the other.)

he’ll whip out his phone to show whoever he’s with pictures of you. (he has multiple photo albums dedicated to you.) they desperately try to exit the conversation, but todo will just go on and on with no end in sight. some people (cough, cough mai or momo) will straight up just walk away mid-conservation once they get fed up with todo, but other people (mechamaru or poor miwa) get held hostage in conversation with todo because they don’t know how to leave because todo will keep on dragging them back in.

it gets to the point where mai texts you the address of where they’re at and says “you need to come right now. todo won’t stop talking about you.”

when you arrive to the izakaya, you watch todo blabber with a mix of fondness and exasperation. it’s cute that he talks about you so much, but you can’t help but feel pity for his friends.

once todo realizes you’re there (because one of his friends pointed you out), he beams so brightly that you feel like you’re staring into the sun. you get the urge to squint, but todo scoops you into a tight, almost rib crushing hug before you can.

he starts blabbing about how he missed you so much (even if he just saw you a few hours ago) and how he loves you so much while you struggle to breathe in todo’s crushing embrace.

eventually, he lets you down, allowing you to suck in a desperate breath.

todo is shameless, even more so when he’s intoxicated. he’ll make you sit on his lap while he keeps a tight arm around your waist. it’s a little embarrassing if you dislike heavy pda, but you’ve been with todo long enough that you’ve grown accustomed to it.

he lavishes you in so many compliments that it makes your cheeks heat up a little. todo normally compliments you a lot, but there’s something about him being so drunk and genuine that his words make your heart flutter.

when you reward todo with a kiss to the cheek for his sweet words, he smiles so wide and demands another kiss. and another. and another.

todo’s friends almost regret telling you to come out to meet them because of how sickeningly sweet and in love you guys are.

(they still cannot believe that todo was the first out of all of them to get a partner first.)

when todo gets a little too handsy (because it’s inevitable), you take that as the sign for you to take todo and head out.

todo’s friends breathe a sigh of relief when you leave with a drunk todo trailing after you like a lovesick puppy.

[itadores]

movie night.

➼ note: i love them so much

➼ pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader x itadori yuuji

➼ word count: 1.1k

➼ genre/warnings: fluff, polyamorous relationships, not proof-read....

To be truthful, you are not really paying attention to the TV show playing on the screen right now, half-heartedly at best. Though if Yuuji were to ask, you might fib a little bit and tell him you are. It is the fourth (or fifth?) episode of an old TV show that Yuuji really likes: one that neither you nor Megumi was familiar with when Yuuji first brought it up in conversation. When Yuuji heard that neither of you knew of the show and how good it was, he sought to remedy that situation as quickly as possible.

He proclaimed that an “emergency” movie night was in order. You laughed at how seriously Yuuji said it while Megumi deadpanned at Yuuji’s dramatics. You didn’t see an issue with a movie night at all. It was already late in the afternoon, and none of you had classes nor missions to worry about waking up early for the next day. It’s also been some time since the three of you have had a chance to relax all together. Though you see each other daily, participating in classes, training, and missions is completely different than simply enjoying each other’s company.

Without much thought, you easily agreed to Yuuji’s idea. After hesitating for a few moments, Megumi acquiesced. (Yuuji and you know he would have agreed anyway.) You decided that your room was probably the best place to host a movie night since you had the most pillows and blankets on hand. You left the common room, where you were lounging around, to go off to your respective dorms before meeting up at yours later.

You’re quick to grab your extra blankets and pillows from where you store them in your closet, tossing them into a pile on your bed after you’ve gathered them. You take some time to tidy your room, picking up and disposing of trash into the waste bin by your nightstand and straightening out some loose-leaf papers scattered across the surface of your desk.

Since you’re still dressed in your uniform, you sift through your closet before grabbing a pair of athletic shorts and a sweatshirt that you stole from Yuuji and quickly change. As you’re slipping the sweatshirt over your head, you hear a loud knock on your door.

“It’s unlocked," you call out. You pull the sweatshirt down the length of your torso and turn around to face Megumi and Yuuji, who are shuffling in through your door together. Similar to you, each of them has changed out of their uniforms and into more casual and comfortable clothing. 

"You guys are going to love this show," Yuuji promises, flopping face down onto your bed with a thud. The pile of pillows and blankets bounce, and the bowl of popcorn in his hand jostles, a few pieces managing to fly out of the container.

"Be careful, Yuuji. You're going to make a mess on the bed," Megumi comments. He carefully picks up the stray kernels that had fallen out of the bowl as Yuuji pushes himself up into a sitting position. He wrinkles his nose when Yuuji opens his mouth wide, urging Megumi to feed him the popcorn. Megumi pulls a face but drops the kernels into Yuuji's awaiting mouth.

"Thanks, Gumi," Yuuji says, beaming. His Adam's apple bobs as he chews and swallows, finishing off the popcorn that had fallen onto your bed. 

"Shut up," Megumi mutters, looking away.

On the far side of your bed, where you've made yourself comfortable, you giggle to yourself, recognizing the slow heat crawling up Megumi's neck. It's genuinely so cute how he still gets so flustered around the two of you sometimes, despite how long you all have been together. At the sound of your amusement, Megumi shoots a glare your way before settling down onto the bed beside Yuuji.

“I set up the tv already, so we can start watching whenever you guys are ready to,” you chirp. The bowl of popcorn hovers over Yuuji’s lap as you grab one of the blankets on your bed and open it up to spread it over all of you.

“You’re so prepared for everything,” Yuuji says while handing the bowl off to Megumi to grab the remote and click play on the tv series he’s so intent on showing you two. You quietly snort at the praise. You’re really not, but you won’t refute Yuuji on the matter. If you try to argue with him, he’ll pause the show to list all the reasons why he’s right. Really, quite endearing and sweet of him.

You hum in agreement and move past Yuuji’s comment, choosing to snuggle into his side. He automatically wraps an arm around your shoulder as you press your face into his chest. Yuuji runs pretty warm most of the time, designating him as the personal space heater for you and Megumi to latch onto when it’s cold.

Megumi follows your lead and leans his head against Yuuji’s shoulder. His cheeks color the slightest bit when Yuuji absentmindedly presses a quick kiss to the side of his head. He drapes his arm over Yuuji’s lap, plopping the bowl of popcorn to rest on top of Yuuji’s legs, so it’s easily accessible for everyone. The three of you quiet down as the intro sequence of the show begins to play across the screen.

You mindlessly snack on the popcorn throughout the first episode. It’s pretty slow, but the premise of the show seems interesting enough. You can see why Yuuji is so fond of it. Your attention begins to wane as the credits for the third episode roll across the screen. Your eyes wander away from the tv and onto the boys next to you.

Yuuji is enraptured by the show, his eyes gleaming with enjoyment as the lights from the tv screen flicker across his face. His mouth moves and you think you can hear him mutter something like so cool under his breath. What a dork. 

Your gaze drifts to Megumi. He looks a little sleepy, his eyes are slightly lidded, and his body is completely lax against Yuuji’s, but he’s still paying attention to the show. He looks so cute tucked into Yuuji’s side, so soft when it’s only the three of you around.

As if he can feel you staring, Megumi turns his head slightly to look in your direction. He raises a questioning brow, but you just smile in response. Your hand resting in Yuuji’s lap brushes against Megumi’s knuckles. You nudge the side of his hand with your own, prompting him to flip his palm over for you. Fitting your fingers between his, you gently squeeze your joined hands. A content sigh slips past your lips when Megumi returns the gesture, softly squeezing your hand.

You press yourself closer to Yuuji, curling into his side even more. A small smile forms on your lips when he rests the side of his face against your head and presses a barely noticeable kiss to your hair. Surrounded by warmth and love, you let your eyes drift shut. Taking a little nap won’t hurt.

[itadores]

megumi’s hair is untamable. it naturally spikes up in lil random tufts, pointing in all different directions as it slowly air dries. there’s no use in attempting to style his hair or smoothing it down with a hand. after a while, his hair will just spring back up into lil spikes. it’s annoying, but megumi’s learned to accept it. he doesn’t really care all that much for his hair in the first place.

megumi likes it when you play with his hair, even if he’ll never admit it aloud. he never lets you do it when others are around: he could never live it down if yuuji or nobara caught him in such a compromising position. it’s only in the safety of one of your rooms that megumi will let you mess around with his hair.

oftentimes, he likes lying his head in your lap. unprompted, you drag your fingers through the dark strands of his hair. his body goes lax, any tension in his shoulders releases as you gently scrape your nails against his scalp. megumi could easily fall asleep when you do that. sometimes he does, drifting off into a light slumber while you scroll through your phone or read a book. if you stop, he wakes up and sleepily peers up at you from your lap. he lightly nudges his head against your thigh until you start playing with his hair again. his cheeks color when you softly laugh at him, but megumi doesn’t think too much about it, already drifting off again into a nice nap.

after much wheedling and promises on your part to take no pictures, megumi caves in and lets you properly play with his hair. megumi is immediately wary, wondering if he should regret his decision when your eyes light up like you won the lottery. you pull out scrunchies and hair ties and set to work on decorating megumi’s hair. you laugh when you notice how his hair is spiker than usual when you lean back to look at your masterpiece. megumi on the other hand is unamused, only glad that you had promised to not take any pictures.

he shoots you down when you fiddle around in your drawer and hold up a straightener with a smile. you give him a long look, sticking your lower lip out in a pout and softening your eyes. he averts his gaze and mutters a low “fine,” much to your utter delight. you gently tug all the scrunchies and hair ties out of his hair, giving the straightener time to heat up. megumi, surprisingly, finds the process of you straightening his hair peaceful. he closes his eyes as you softly hum near his ear, the heat from the straightener feels nice and warm.

his eyes shoot open when he hears you trying to muffle your laughter. you give him a handheld mirror to look at himself, laughing louder when you notice him grimacing. he looks fucking dumb. his hair looks so off, it’s strange. megumi doesn’t like it. you try to tell him that it doesn’t look that bad, but you’re not very convincing when you’re doing a very poor job of withholding your clear amusement.

megumi’s lips twitch into a scowl, but his heart thuds in his chest. he savors moments like this. moments where it’s just the two of you doing something utterly mundane. he likes just existing with you by his side. he’s happy and content, even if he looks like an idiot with straightened hair.