monday

carpe diem ᢉ𐭩

[puppiluvv]

‘ my heart is yours. ‘

monday ! 5teen, any + all pronouns, scorpio

multifandom.. preferences in jjk + bnha

yuji, megumi, choso truther . ᰔ

bakugo, kirishima, denki lover . ᰔ

“asks?” always open .ᐟ plsplsplsss come chat

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[itadoriahh]

a pic from yuuji’s camera roll <3 little harder to look back on after shibuya but he can’t bring himself to delete it (it’d be like losing them all over again)

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Megumi

[levitonin]

Another gojo because I don't have anything else

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dada

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”muse? tch, no way.” | f. megumi

sfw. photography major!megumi x gn reader

syn. megumi definitely has a muse. and it’s definitely you.

w.c: 1679

megumi’s never really had a muse.

well, not in the way people usually think. like, ‘oh, they must be your muse!’ yeah, not in that way. for the longest time he considered his own mind his muse.

starting as young as six— when gojo gave him a disposable camera— he’s been fascinated with snapping the authentic beauty in everything. from scrambled eggs on the stove, to the mountains, to his very own pets, he’s managed to find the perfect picture in everything. in middle school he would even stop in the middle of a fight if he saw something that caught his eye. highschool was where his love for photography peaked.

gojo convinced him to send in art for a competition, he did. he won. he got a scholarship, and that’s how he’s ended up here, struggling to decide what to put together for this semesters final project.

so remember the part where he’s never really had a muse?

yeah, that completely changed his first year of college.

he was sitting in the courtyard, camera lenses focused on a small brown rabbit. it was hiding in the bushes, going unnoticed by everyone except him… and you.

“oh my— is that a bunny?” you squealed, rushing over to his side. you seemed to have no regard for personal space, because you two were squatting knee to knee and shoulder to shoulder. megumi’s camera had instinctively dropped, expecting the rabbit to run off, but instead it stayed put. it’s nose twitched a few times and when he looked over at you, your eyes were watery and in love. you didn’t pay him any mind, just took out your phone and filled your camera roll with pictures and videos of the bunny. it wasn’t until he cleared his throat that you acknowledged him. you blinked up at him through your lashes, “huh?” then your eyes fell to his camera.

“i—“

“oh! you’re one of the photography students!” you smiled and jumped up to your feet. “you guys have like a wildlife project or something, right?”

“..yeah.” he mumbled, tearing his eyes away from yours. his heart punched against his chest and he swallowed, directing his attention to his camera instead, adjusting the lenses.

“am i in your shot?”

yes. “no.” he said bluntly. megumi’s dark green eyes flickered to yours, then back to the rabbit.

he was quiet. really quiet. and something about the way every response was blunt and short threw you off. you shifted on your feet, checked your phone, and then opened your mouth to make up an excuse to leave—

“we have to do a candid photo of someone in nature,” he said quickly, noticing your demeanor change, “it won’t be candid but uh— they won’t know… and it’s creepy to just take photos of people—“

“are you asking me to pose for you?”

“yeah.” he fiddled with the drawstring of his hoodie, eyes looking everywhere but you. megumi took a deep breath, feeling the way his ears began to heat up. god, this was embarrassing.

and then you did. you posed just as you were before, crouched down and absolutely fawning over the bunny. he got a hundred on the project and a week later he found himself using you as a model for another project.

but then it went past just projects.

you integrated yourself into his life very quickly. so it only made sense that you appeared in photos— a lot of them.

the first time the two of you hung out outside of school projects, he took you to a botanical garden. it was the perfect weather, warm but not too warm, with a gentle breeze. he was dressed in grey jeans and a black hoodie, and you were wearing a college-logo sweater and jeans. despite what megumi told himself… he definitely took extra time that morning. he wore a cologne you had complimented once, woody and very ‘autumn’ as you had said, and he let his hair down, since you mentioned it compliments his grumpiness more. kugisaki even painted his nails black, because you brought up men with nail polish is cool all those weeks ago.

you were reading a sign that described the history of cherry blossom trees, when megumi’s eyes envisioned the shot. you, with a few flowers in your hair, all cozy in your sweater, in front of the cherry blossom tree. then, a miracle happened, a few flowers fell from the tree and right onto your hair. megumi backed up a reasonable distance, pulled out his travel camera from his bag, and snapped a photo. you turned around just as he was pocketing his camera, smiley and ready to move on.

it kept happening. the next hang out, he took a photo of you petting a stray cat. after that it was you watching the sunset, your smile as you opened a present on your birthday, you covered in snow after a ruthless snowball fight with itadori— the photos just kept coming and coming and—

“hey, megs,” oh, right. final project.

“yeah?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. how long had he zoned out? he checked the time on his phone, then shifted in his desk chair, rolling back so you could see his laptop. he called you over for help, right.

you had been scrolling through his photos for a while now, separating certain pieces into a folder called ‘megumi-chans final project!’ a lot of his photos followed a general theme. nature, animals, authenticity, candids. his photography shows his personality in a lot of ways. it’s something you admire him for. it’s hard to find someone who’s so raw with their work. but you couldn’t help but notice something else. someone else.

“i didn’t really peg you for the type of guy to have a muse,” you said carefully. maybe he’ll pick up what you’re saying— no, you know he’ll pick up what you’re saying. but will he address it? it would be… really nice if he did.

truth be told, you had very much noticed him when he was taking photos of that bunny. you had also noticed him at orientation a month prior. he was sitting with a pink-haired boy with far too much energy, and a girl with an attitude that could kill. he was so different from the two of them, that you couldn’t help but be at least a little intrigued. so for you two to run into each other and for him to pretty much ask you to model for him? you didn’t know who to thank for such a blessing.

but you spent every hang out, every late night movie streaming, every project discussion, thinking this was it. you’d remain his friend and sometimes-model for forever. you were always the one to initiate any sort of contact, hugs at the end of sad movies that made you cry, high fives whenever you won at the arcade, claps on the back when he was tired and unmotivated to finish an elaborate piece— he never said anything when you would lean on him, he’d always stiffen, and then slowly relax. it was a dead end.

“ah,” he glanced over at his laptop, where you were intentionally scrolling through photos from one of your trips to tokyo. there was a photo of you looking down at the city from gojo’s penthouse, your body pressed right up against the window. he remembers how excited you were, the way you had complained about your cheeks hurting because gojo kept making you laugh. his eyes slowly moved back to you, where you were tapping your fingers along his desk, eyes glued to the screen. “i didn’t either.”

you looked over at him. that wasn’t what you were expecting. you thought he would’ve been all… him about it. blunt response, shrugging it off, claiming he doesn’t. but instead he didn’t deny it. his eyes remain focused on yours, the same dark green ones that usually bore into everyone else’s faces— but not you. his eyes softened at the edges, not enough for it to seem like anything real but… it was different.

“it’s late,” he says suddenly, taking the mouse from your hand. he closes out of the album and looks at his journal, where a lazy sketch of the layout is illustrated. he closes that too and rises from his chair. this is usually the part where you jokingly call for the bed and he gives it to you anyways because he can’t bring himself to say no to you.

“okay,” you say, just as sweet as ever. you gather your stuff and megumi watches you in confusion.

“you’re not staying?” he asks, walking to the door with you. you shake your head, tucking your phone into your pocket.

“i have an exam tomorrow.” he opens the door for you and you walk through, “we should hang out after. go to our cafe?”

“yeah,” he nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets. you smile at him, and he’s grateful it’s dark enough for the heat on his face to not be visible. “be safe.”

“i’m always safe,” you wink, and he scoffs, looking off to the side. “goodnight, megs.”

he mumbles it back, then watches you walk down the hallway. he waits until he hears the door to the stairwell click shut before he closes his door. he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and slumps to the floor, head in his hands.

in the stairwell, you scream. well, silently scream. you pump your fists and jump up and down because that wasn’t a no! it wasn’t a, “yea. i don’t.” aka, hardcore rejection. he played it off— probably thinks he played it off smoothly. but no! maybe you have a chance? no, no, you definitely have a chance. you have a chance with megumi fushiguro. those photos and the way he switched the topic? hard evidence. has to be. he definitely feels at least something.

well, now, you just have to make him come out and say it.

a/n: this was entirely inspired by the outro where he has a little camera and stops to take a photo ❤️ artsy animal obsessed megumi ily ❤️❤️

credit to owners for dividers, obviously!!

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[puppiluvv]

i’ll plan a part 2 and start a rough draft but no promises ✌️

[puppiluvv]

do i write about gojo…. or geto…. decisions decisions..

[simpee9000]

♡ K. Bakugo

He is one thousand percent the type of guy to just collapse when he gets home. Whether thats on you or on the couch he doesn't mind either. He can and will become a deadweight instantly.

You can be home, lounging on the sofa with you legs up. Only sitting upright slightly when you hear him open the door. "Hey, how was work?" you greeted, moving to grab the remote to pause the show you were mindless watching.

He grumbled a noise of frustration, setting down his keys and whatnot before dragging his feet into the living room. "People are so fuckin' stupid," was all he said before dropping all his weight onto you.

Air squeeze from your lungs as you accommodated the new weight. His head falling on your chest instinctive burying his face in you. His arms wrapping around your waist, pinning himself against you and you against the couch. Shimmying his body between your legs so the two of you are fully connected.

A small hum leaving his lips as you run one hand over his back, squeezing lighting in a half ass attempt at a massage. The other hand curling into his hair and scratching at his scalp.

He just melted further into your embrace, letting a sigh that seemed to carry every frustration and every held word he had for the day. A signal to you that you would be here a while. So you did what anyone else would do, accepted it and pressed play on the remote.

[puppiluvv]

”muse? tch, no way.” | f. megumi

sfw. photography major!megumi x gn reader

syn. megumi definitely has a muse. and it’s definitely you.

w.c: 1679

megumi’s never really had a muse.

well, not in the way people usually think. like, ‘oh, they must be your muse!’ yeah, not in that way. for the longest time he considered his own mind his muse.

starting as young as six— when gojo gave him a disposable camera— he’s been fascinated with snapping the authentic beauty in everything. from scrambled eggs on the stove, to the mountains, to his very own pets, he’s managed to find the perfect picture in everything. in middle school he would even stop in the middle of a fight if he saw something that caught his eye. highschool was where his love for photography peaked.

gojo convinced him to send in art for a competition, he did. he won. he got a scholarship, and that’s how he’s ended up here, struggling to decide what to put together for this semesters final project.

so remember the part where he’s never really had a muse?

yeah, that completely changed his first year of college.

he was sitting in the courtyard, camera lenses focused on a small brown rabbit. it was hiding in the bushes, going unnoticed by everyone except him… and you.

“oh my— is that a bunny?” you squealed, rushing over to his side. you seemed to have no regard for personal space, because you two were squatting knee to knee and shoulder to shoulder. megumi’s camera had instinctively dropped, expecting the rabbit to run off, but instead it stayed put. it’s nose twitched a few times and when he looked over at you, your eyes were watery and in love. you didn’t pay him any mind, just took out your phone and filled your camera roll with pictures and videos of the bunny. it wasn’t until he cleared his throat that you acknowledged him. you blinked up at him through your lashes, “huh?” then your eyes fell to his camera.

“i—“

“oh! you’re one of the photography students!” you smiled and jumped up to your feet. “you guys have like a wildlife project or something, right?”

“..yeah.” he mumbled, tearing his eyes away from yours. his heart punched against his chest and he swallowed, directing his attention to his camera instead, adjusting the lenses.

“am i in your shot?”

yes. “no.” he said bluntly. megumi’s dark green eyes flickered to yours, then back to the rabbit.

he was quiet. really quiet. and something about the way every response was blunt and short threw you off. you shifted on your feet, checked your phone, and then opened your mouth to make up an excuse to leave—

“we have to do a candid photo of someone in nature,” he said quickly, noticing your demeanor change, “it won’t be candid but uh— they won’t know… and it’s creepy to just take photos of people—“

“are you asking me to pose for you?”

“yeah.” he fiddled with the drawstring of his hoodie, eyes looking everywhere but you. megumi took a deep breath, feeling the way his ears began to heat up. god, this was embarrassing.

and then you did. you posed just as you were before, crouched down and absolutely fawning over the bunny. he got a hundred on the project and a week later he found himself using you as a model for another project.

but then it went past just projects.

you integrated yourself into his life very quickly. so it only made sense that you appeared in photos— a lot of them.

the first time the two of you hung out outside of school projects, he took you to a botanical garden. it was the perfect weather, warm but not too warm, with a gentle breeze. he was dressed in grey jeans and a black hoodie, and you were wearing a college-logo sweater and jeans. despite what megumi told himself… he definitely took extra time that morning. he wore a cologne you had complimented once, woody and very ‘autumn’ as you had said, and he let his hair down, since you mentioned it compliments his grumpiness more. kugisaki even painted his nails black, because you brought up men with nail polish is cool all those weeks ago.

you were reading a sign that described the history of cherry blossom trees, when megumi’s eyes envisioned the shot. you, with a few flowers in your hair, all cozy in your sweater, in front of the cherry blossom tree. then, a miracle happened, a few flowers fell from the tree and right onto your hair. megumi backed up a reasonable distance, pulled out his travel camera from his bag, and snapped a photo. you turned around just as he was pocketing his camera, smiley and ready to move on.

it kept happening. the next hang out, he took a photo of you petting a stray cat. after that it was you watching the sunset, your smile as you opened a present on your birthday, you covered in snow after a ruthless snowball fight with itadori— the photos just kept coming and coming and—

“hey, megs,” oh, right. final project.

“yeah?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. how long had he zoned out? he checked the time on his phone, then shifted in his desk chair, rolling back so you could see his laptop. he called you over for help, right.

you had been scrolling through his photos for a while now, separating certain pieces into a folder called ‘megumi-chans final project!’ a lot of his photos followed a general theme. nature, animals, authenticity, candids. his photography shows his personality in a lot of ways. it’s something you admire him for. it’s hard to find someone who’s so raw with their work. but you couldn’t help but notice something else. someone else.

“i didn’t really peg you for the type of guy to have a muse,” you said carefully. maybe he’ll pick up what you’re saying— no, you know he’ll pick up what you’re saying. but will he address it? it would be… really nice if he did.

truth be told, you had very much noticed him when he was taking photos of that bunny. you had also noticed him at orientation a month prior. he was sitting with a pink-haired boy with far too much energy, and a girl with an attitude that could kill. he was so different from the two of them, that you couldn’t help but be at least a little intrigued. so for you two to run into each other and for him to pretty much ask you to model for him? you didn’t know who to thank for such a blessing.

but you spent every hang out, every late night movie streaming, every project discussion, thinking this was it. you’d remain his friend and sometimes-model for forever. you were always the one to initiate any sort of contact, hugs at the end of sad movies that made you cry, high fives whenever you won at the arcade, claps on the back when he was tired and unmotivated to finish an elaborate piece— he never said anything when you would lean on him, he’d always stiffen, and then slowly relax. it was a dead end.

“ah,” he glanced over at his laptop, where you were intentionally scrolling through photos from one of your trips to tokyo. there was a photo of you looking down at the city from gojo’s penthouse, your body pressed right up against the window. he remembers how excited you were, the way you had complained about your cheeks hurting because gojo kept making you laugh. his eyes slowly moved back to you, where you were tapping your fingers along his desk, eyes glued to the screen. “i didn’t either.”

you looked over at him. that wasn’t what you were expecting. you thought he would’ve been all… him about it. blunt response, shrugging it off, claiming he doesn’t. but instead he didn’t deny it. his eyes remain focused on yours, the same dark green ones that usually bore into everyone else’s faces— but not you. his eyes softened at the edges, not enough for it to seem like anything real but… it was different.

“it’s late,” he says suddenly, taking the mouse from your hand. he closes out of the album and looks at his journal, where a lazy sketch of the layout is illustrated. he closes that too and rises from his chair. this is usually the part where you jokingly call for the bed and he gives it to you anyways because he can’t bring himself to say no to you.

“okay,” you say, just as sweet as ever. you gather your stuff and megumi watches you in confusion.

“you’re not staying?” he asks, walking to the door with you. you shake your head, tucking your phone into your pocket.

“i have an exam tomorrow.” he opens the door for you and you walk through, “we should hang out after. go to our cafe?”

“yeah,” he nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets. you smile at him, and he’s grateful it’s dark enough for the heat on his face to not be visible. “be safe.”

“i’m always safe,” you wink, and he scoffs, looking off to the side. “goodnight, megs.”

he mumbles it back, then watches you walk down the hallway. he waits until he hears the door to the stairwell click shut before he closes his door. he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and slumps to the floor, head in his hands.

in the stairwell, you scream. well, silently scream. you pump your fists and jump up and down because that wasn’t a no! it wasn’t a, “yea. i don’t.” aka, hardcore rejection. he played it off— probably thinks he played it off smoothly. but no! maybe you have a chance? no, no, you definitely have a chance. you have a chance with megumi fushiguro. those photos and the way he switched the topic? hard evidence. has to be. he definitely feels at least something.

well, now, you just have to make him come out and say it.

a/n: this was entirely inspired by the outro where he has a little camera and stops to take a photo ❤️ artsy animal obsessed megumi ily ❤️❤️

credit to owners for dividers, obviously!!

© puppiluvv — all rights reserved.

[puppiluvv]

”muse? tch, no way.” | f. megumi

sfw. photography major!megumi x gn reader

syn. megumi definitely has a muse. and it’s definitely you.

w.c: 1679

megumi’s never really had a muse.

well, not in the way people usually think. like, ‘oh, they must be your muse!’ yeah, not in that way. for the longest time he considered his own mind his muse.

starting as young as six— when gojo gave him a disposable camera— he’s been fascinated with snapping the authentic beauty in everything. from scrambled eggs on the stove, to the mountains, to his very own pets, he’s managed to find the perfect picture in everything. in middle school he would even stop in the middle of a fight if he saw something that caught his eye. highschool was where his love for photography peaked.

gojo convinced him to send in art for a competition, he did. he won. he got a scholarship, and that’s how he’s ended up here, struggling to decide what to put together for this semesters final project.

so remember the part where he’s never really had a muse?

yeah, that completely changed his first year of college.

he was sitting in the courtyard, camera lenses focused on a small brown rabbit. it was hiding in the bushes, going unnoticed by everyone except him… and you.

“oh my— is that a bunny?” you squealed, rushing over to his side. you seemed to have no regard for personal space, because you two were squatting knee to knee and shoulder to shoulder. megumi’s camera had instinctively dropped, expecting the rabbit to run off, but instead it stayed put. it’s nose twitched a few times and when he looked over at you, your eyes were watery and in love. you didn’t pay him any mind, just took out your phone and filled your camera roll with pictures and videos of the bunny. it wasn’t until he cleared his throat that you acknowledged him. you blinked up at him through your lashes, “huh?” then your eyes fell to his camera.

“i—“

“oh! you’re one of the photography students!” you smiled and jumped up to your feet. “you guys have like a wildlife project or something, right?”

“..yeah.” he mumbled, tearing his eyes away from yours. his heart punched against his chest and he swallowed, directing his attention to his camera instead, adjusting the lenses.

“am i in your shot?”

yes. “no.” he said bluntly. megumi’s dark green eyes flickered to yours, then back to the rabbit.

he was quiet. really quiet. and something about the way every response was blunt and short threw you off. you shifted on your feet, checked your phone, and then opened your mouth to make up an excuse to leave—

“we have to do a candid photo of someone in nature,” he said quickly, noticing your demeanor change, “it won’t be candid but uh— they won’t know… and it’s creepy to just take photos of people—“

“are you asking me to pose for you?”

“yeah.” he fiddled with the drawstring of his hoodie, eyes looking everywhere but you. megumi took a deep breath, feeling the way his ears began to heat up. god, this was embarrassing.

and then you did. you posed just as you were before, crouched down and absolutely fawning over the bunny. he got a hundred on the project and a week later he found himself using you as a model for another project.

but then it went past just projects.

you integrated yourself into his life very quickly. so it only made sense that you appeared in photos— a lot of them.

the first time the two of you hung out outside of school projects, he took you to a botanical garden. it was the perfect weather, warm but not too warm, with a gentle breeze. he was dressed in grey jeans and a black hoodie, and you were wearing a college-logo sweater and jeans. despite what megumi told himself… he definitely took extra time that morning. he wore a cologne you had complimented once, woody and very ‘autumn’ as you had said, and he let his hair down, since you mentioned it compliments his grumpiness more. kugisaki even painted his nails black, because you brought up men with nail polish is cool all those weeks ago.

you were reading a sign that described the history of cherry blossom trees, when megumi’s eyes envisioned the shot. you, with a few flowers in your hair, all cozy in your sweater, in front of the cherry blossom tree. then, a miracle happened, a few flowers fell from the tree and right onto your hair. megumi backed up a reasonable distance, pulled out his travel camera from his bag, and snapped a photo. you turned around just as he was pocketing his camera, smiley and ready to move on.

it kept happening. the next hang out, he took a photo of you petting a stray cat. after that it was you watching the sunset, your smile as you opened a present on your birthday, you covered in snow after a ruthless snowball fight with itadori— the photos just kept coming and coming and—

“hey, megs,” oh, right. final project.

“yeah?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. how long had he zoned out? he checked the time on his phone, then shifted in his desk chair, rolling back so you could see his laptop. he called you over for help, right.

you had been scrolling through his photos for a while now, separating certain pieces into a folder called ‘megumi-chans final project!’ a lot of his photos followed a general theme. nature, animals, authenticity, candids. his photography shows his personality in a lot of ways. it’s something you admire him for. it’s hard to find someone who’s so raw with their work. but you couldn’t help but notice something else. someone else.

“i didn’t really peg you for the type of guy to have a muse,” you said carefully. maybe he’ll pick up what you’re saying— no, you know he’ll pick up what you’re saying. but will he address it? it would be… really nice if he did.

truth be told, you had very much noticed him when he was taking photos of that bunny. you had also noticed him at orientation a month prior. he was sitting with a pink-haired boy with far too much energy, and a girl with an attitude that could kill. he was so different from the two of them, that you couldn’t help but be at least a little intrigued. so for you two to run into each other and for him to pretty much ask you to model for him? you didn’t know who to thank for such a blessing.

but you spent every hang out, every late night movie streaming, every project discussion, thinking this was it. you’d remain his friend and sometimes-model for forever. you were always the one to initiate any sort of contact, hugs at the end of sad movies that made you cry, high fives whenever you won at the arcade, claps on the back when he was tired and unmotivated to finish an elaborate piece— he never said anything when you would lean on him, he’d always stiffen, and then slowly relax. it was a dead end.

“ah,” he glanced over at his laptop, where you were intentionally scrolling through photos from one of your trips to tokyo. there was a photo of you looking down at the city from gojo’s penthouse, your body pressed right up against the window. he remembers how excited you were, the way you had complained about your cheeks hurting because gojo kept making you laugh. his eyes slowly moved back to you, where you were tapping your fingers along his desk, eyes glued to the screen. “i didn’t either.”

you looked over at him. that wasn’t what you were expecting. you thought he would’ve been all… him about it. blunt response, shrugging it off, claiming he doesn’t. but instead he didn’t deny it. his eyes remain focused on yours, the same dark green ones that usually bore into everyone else’s faces— but not you. his eyes softened at the edges, not enough for it to seem like anything real but… it was different.

“it’s late,” he says suddenly, taking the mouse from your hand. he closes out of the album and looks at his journal, where a lazy sketch of the layout is illustrated. he closes that too and rises from his chair. this is usually the part where you jokingly call for the bed and he gives it to you anyways because he can’t bring himself to say no to you.

“okay,” you say, just as sweet as ever. you gather your stuff and megumi watches you in confusion.

“you’re not staying?” he asks, walking to the door with you. you shake your head, tucking your phone into your pocket.

“i have an exam tomorrow.” he opens the door for you and you walk through, “we should hang out after. go to our cafe?”

“yeah,” he nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets. you smile at him, and he’s grateful it’s dark enough for the heat on his face to not be visible. “be safe.”

“i’m always safe,” you wink, and he scoffs, looking off to the side. “goodnight, megs.”

he mumbles it back, then watches you walk down the hallway. he waits until he hears the door to the stairwell click shut before he closes his door. he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and slumps to the floor, head in his hands.

in the stairwell, you scream. well, silently scream. you pump your fists and jump up and down because that wasn’t a no! it wasn’t a, “yea. i don’t.” aka, hardcore rejection. he played it off— probably thinks he played it off smoothly. but no! maybe you have a chance? no, no, you definitely have a chance. you have a chance with megumi fushiguro. those photos and the way he switched the topic? hard evidence. has to be. he definitely feels at least something.

well, now, you just have to make him come out and say it.

a/n: this was entirely inspired by the outro where he has a little camera and stops to take a photo ❤️ artsy animal obsessed megumi ily ❤️❤️

credit to owners for dividers, obviously!!

© puppiluvv — all rights reserved.

[rinoomi]

MEGUMIIIIIIIII

[cxxxvii]

TEETH

[puppiluvv]

fangs 🤗🤗💞💞💞💞

[star-megu29x]

when s4 of jjk and s2 of csm are coming out but my favorite characters are genuinely the characters of doom and despair

[pockyum]

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, megumi’s demon dogs love you

megumi’s demon dogs have always loved you, even when they're tired after missions. oftentimes, they’ll run up to you with wagging tails, whining, and panting happily.

one night, you’re in the common room, sitting on the couch as you watch television, hair and skin still damp from the shower you took after a long mission. you begin to hear soft footsteps, though it sounds more like the demon dogs than people.

the dogs walk up and sit in front of you, tails thumping loudly against the ground.

“oh, hi!” you exclaim, scratching under their chins. the black dog leans into your palm, and the white one’s tail thumps faster against the ground. the white one almost becomes restless, paws tapping against the wood.

the white demon dog begins licking your hand, pausing in between to spin around excitedly. the black dog continues to receive chin scratches from you, pleased at your touch.

a voice speaks out, “hey, you two,” the dogs turn to look at megumi, “stop slobbering all over her,” he’s mostly referring to the white demon dog.

the white demon dog whines and lies its head on the couch, flushed against your thigh. its ears go down, though its tail doesn’t stop wagging. you pet the dog more, and it gently paws at your leg, wanting more pets.

the black demon dog woofs in complaint, softly growling at megumi, though with no aggression.

“it’s okay, megs,” you smile up at him.

he huffs, cheeks turning pinker. he finds it embarrassing how much his demon dogs love you, mirroring how he feels about you. unlike him, his demon dogs have no shame in showing their love and affection towards you.

“megumi, are you sure that keeping them out for this long isn’t making you tired?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed together.

he shakes his head no and sits next to you, pretending to watch whatever movie you were previously watching before the demon dogs came up to you.

“yeah, you’re good pups, aren’t you?” you mumble, and the demon dogs whine happily, you continue, “very well trained.”

you know well that they’re certainly not puppies, instead far from it. megumi’s warm next to you, leg bouncing anxiously as he hides his face, a bit afraid that you’ll see his flushed face.

footsteps walk into the common room, and someone stands behind the couch, hands resting on the back of it. gojo smirks knowingly, staring at how megumi’s demon dogs behave with you. megumi glares up at him, silently daring him to say something.

gojo speaks up, “hmm, that’s weird..”

you curiously look up at him, “huh?”

“megumi’s demon dogs normally don’t act this way around people. it’s a bit weird how they’re cuddling up to you and whining for your attention, don’t you think?”

you think for a minute, taking in his words, “yeah, it’s a bit odd, but i’m totally fine with it. they’re such sweethearts!”

when your attention’s back on the demon dogs, gojo runs a hand down his face with a frown, looking at megumi with a look of disbelief on his face. he seriously can’t believe that you didn’t pick up on a word he said.

gojo knows well that megumi’s shikigami mirrors his emotions and feelings towards people, and the older man immediately knew about megumi’s liking towards you when he saw the demon dogs cuddle up to you.

he just wonders when and how megumi’s going to confess to you.

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sry i’ve been inactive

[puppiluvv]

ok wait i locked in.. megumi coming #soon 🥰

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attempting to write smt with megumi but writers block is consuming me….

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choso and yuki vs kenjaku getting animated… i will NOT be normal omg. 🤤✌️

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yuji itadori soft bf head-canons:

𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is the type of boyfriend who makes you feel loved without even trying: nothing feels forced with him and affection comes so naturally that half the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

𓂃⋆.˚ he always looks genuinely happy to see you. it doesn’t matter if you’ve been gone for five minutes or five days, his face lights up the second he spots you and it’s impossible to miss.

𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re walking together, he’ll naturally match your pace without thinking about it. if you’re shorter than him, he’ll slow down. if you’re tired, he’ll notice before you even say anything.

𓂃⋆.˚ he loves holding your hand. not because he thinks it’s romantic, but because he likes being connected to you somehow. he’ll reach for your hand automatically while talking, crossing the street, standing in line, or just sitting next to you.

𓂃⋆.˚ yuji pays attention to the things that make you happy and quietly makes them happen whenever he can. he’ll remember your favorite drink, your favorite snacks, the songs you always replay, and the things that cheer you up when you’re upset. he could even remember your favorite socks pair or hair tie!

𓂃⋆.˚ whenever something good happens to him, you’re the first person he wants to tell. he’ll come running over with the biggest smile on his face just to share the news with you.

𓂃⋆.˚ he absolutely loves listening to you talk. it doesn’t even matter what the topic is. if you’re excited about something, he’s excited too. he’ll sit there smiling, asking questions, and getting invested in things he knew absolutely nothing about five minutes earlier. your happiness is his happiness.

𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re cold, you’ll have his jacket around your shoulders before you even get the chance to complain about it.

𓂃⋆.˚ he gives the beeeest hugs. not the quick, casual kind. the kind where he wraps both arms around you completely and squeezes you like he’s making sure you’re really there.

𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is naturally protective, but not possessive at all: he trusts you completely, he just wants to make sure you’re safe, comfortable, and okay. he’d do anything for you, anything! even if it means risking his own life.

𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re having a bad day, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to be with you. he might not always know exactly what to say, but he’ll stay until you’re feeling better because leaving you alone when you’re hurting simply wouldn’t feel right to him.

𓂃⋆.˚ he worries about people more than he lets on, and that includes you. if you tell him you’ve arrived somewhere safely, you’ll practically be able to feel his relief through the screen. anytime you’re alone or going home he’ll always make sure you made it home safely or the area you’re in is crowded and lively. if he knows you’re anxious he’ll call you all the way to your appointment so you have someone to keep you company. he always says “talking helps” and he means it.

𓂃⋆.˚ he loves making you laugh. sometimes he’ll intentionally act ridiculous just to hear you giggle because seeing you smile immediately improves his mood. sometimes he just won’t notice how naturally silly he is, but as soon as he discovers that specific thing made you chuckle he’ll star doing it every day.

𓂃⋆.˚ whenever you’re upset with yourself, he’s the first person to remind you of all the things you’re good at. not in an exaggerated way either. he’ll list specific things because he genuinely notices them.

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s very physically affectionate without being overwhelming. an arm around your shoulders, his hand resting on yours, leaning against you while you’re sitting together, absentmindedly brushing your hair out of your face.

𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is the type who checks whether you’ve eaten before checking on almost anything else. he’ll always gift you big snacks packs from seven eleven and cover up the calories behind with the marker.

𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re tired, he’ll immediately tell you to rest. if you’re sick, he’ll worry ten times more than necessary and spend the entire day asking if you need anything.

𓂃⋆.˚ he gets excited about spending time with you no matter what you’re doing. a fancy date, a movie night, a trip somewhere new, or just sitting around talking all sound equally good to him as long as you’re there. he loves taking pictures of you during dates and printing them with his polaroid to fill his album.

𓂃⋆.˚ he would absolutely brag about you when you’re not around. not in an embarrassing way, but in the way someone talks about a person they’re genuinely proud of. he wants everyone to know you’re the best girlfriend ever!!

𓂃⋆.˚ whenever you accomplish something, he’s somehow even more excited than you are. he’ll celebrate every little victory like you’ve just won an olympic gold medal. he’ll show up with with whistles, confetti, mochi and a plastic trophy.

𓂃⋆.˚ yuji is surprisingly observant when it comes to your emotions. people sometimes mistake him for being simple because he’s straightforward, but he’s actually very good at noticing when something feels off.

𓂃⋆.˚ if you fall asleep next to him, he won’t move for ages because he doesn’t want to wake you up. even if his arm goes completely numb, he’ll just suffer in silence.

𓂃⋆.˚ he trusts people easily, but his trust in you runs deeper than that. you’re one of the few people he feels completely comfortable being vulnerable around.

𓂃⋆.˚ there are moments when his usual cheerful smile disappears and you can see how much he carries inside. during those moments, he doesn’t need advice or solutions. he just likes knowing you’re there with him.

𓂃⋆.˚ after everything he’s gone through, one of the things he values most is having someone he can come home to. someone who makes the world feel normal again. you’ll never catch him with a sad pout on his face, not even after the most traumatizing sorcery fight. he’ll always encourage a smile on his face every time he sees you. on one hand, it’s to not make you worry, while on the other it’s simply his nature to prioritize your happiness and safety before his. he’d eventually share details about what happened while you two are cuddling.

𓂃⋆.˚ for all his strength, all his courage, and all the impossible things he faces every day, yuji is incredibly soft when it comes to the people he loves. the way he looks at you, listens to you, worries about you, and celebrates you makes it obvious that loving you is never something he treats lightly. it’s one of the most important things in his life.