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um guys i just broke up with my boyfriend
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⊹₊⟡⋆ not his idea of baking together.. (╥﹏╥) ⋆˚✰ ݁˖⭑.ᐟ
when you texted him and asked him to come over and bake with you, he expected baking. not whatever this was.
megumi was currently a good 5 steps away from you—you told him to move and that he was blocking the cabinet the vanilla and baking powder was in, and when he was farther you said he wasn’t being helpful when halfway across the room. he was at a loss, really.
its less baking together and more of you doing all the work while he stands there and awkwardly is emotional support.
you’re currently digging your measuring cup in the container of brown sugar, though you blinked when your measuring cup was full before you packed it down, the container empty.
“..do i have anymore brown sugar??”
you asked, deciding he may as well be useful since he’s here, though he blinked, internally he asked you how he’s supposed to know
“i can check. where would it be?”
you pointed towards one of the cabinets and quickly made the long walk over to the cabinet. he squatted down, rummaging through the cabinet.
“um. i don’t see any.”
you huffed, walking over to him, bending down, immediately pulling out a bag of extra brown sugar.
“it’s right there.”
you continued mixing the ingredients till the dough formed. he commented and asked if you should measure the vanilla, though quickly shut himself up when you took off the cap and dumped probably too much in the bowl. (well, he’s no baker, but it seemed like too much.) while he continued to awkwardly stand somewhat near you until you gave him a task again.
you dumped the chocolate chips in, throwing in half the bag, and he stayed quiet. even though he’d be the one eating them.
he continued to stand behind you till you called him over to help roll the cookies onto the tray. hed assumed be able to roll dough in ball and put on tray. simple. he was wrong.
he placed down his first ball, and you deadass huffed and turned towards him.
“megumi. what is that.”
he blinked, glancing down at the ball, well, weird rounded rhombus shaped cookie dough blob he put on the pan.
“..cookie dough??”
“no. it’s gunna come out ugly. you did it wrong.”
his face dropped in defeat.
you then spent the next 5 minutes explaining how to make it so the cookies would actually come out round and not some other weird shape.
you eventually did make it to actually baking them, and they came out.. circle enough. he didn’t comment because you’d probably blame him for not being able to roll a ball of dough that well.
he ate two of the cookies while you said you didn’t want anything sweet, but felt like baking. and after, he’s wiping down the counters, putting away the ingredients, and washing the dishes begrudgingly. safe to say this is not his idea of baking together.
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a/n: i have such a bad freaking headache but this rotting in my brain is making it worse rah
do yall fuck with my angst?
do yall want more.. 👀👀 be honest…
i just let it slip that i write fanfic to one of my irls im so fucjinf scaref
i just took my world history final oh my gof i’m so fucked
𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ i’d be gone first ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ .
[cw: megumi’s suicidal tendencies strike again mb yall.. angst angst angst]
megumi fushiguro always figured he’d be the first to go. sure, it was messed up to think about, but it was subconscious by now. like a fact, he thought.
his suicidal tendencies, his recklessness, compared to everyone else, who’d fight to keep themselves alive. he was confident he’d die first out of you 4. you guys would never even consider killing yourselves in order to win. are you even winning if you’re already dead? does it really even matter?
but you, kugisaki, and itadori weren’t like him.
especially you. his beloved.
you’d never sacrifice yourself so loosely. you had family you took care of, surrounded by friends, people that cared about you.
more than two reasons to keep pushing yourself through life, like him.
sure, people cared about him and all that, but you had more of a reason to stay alive.
so why was laying your head on his lap, your body bleeding, amidst the rubble?
why you— how you. you were never reckless. you’d always prioritize sustaining yourself. how did you get hurt like this? it’s not fair.
it wasn’t supposed to be like this. he was always supposed to die first.
he tried blinking away the warm tears starting to blur his vision, though to little avail. he couldn’t do anything but look down at your form for a moment, stunned.
he was about to start praying to any god that would listen. though those ‘gods’ would’ve prevented this from happening in the first place?
“please.”
shakily escaped his lips. please who? he didn’t even know. the gods?? himself? a tear slid from his eye, down his chin, on your nose. you managed to give him a weak smile. he looked down at his hands, your blood staining them.
it made him angry. like you were accepting this. accepting death.
“..please. don’t do that.”
he managed to utter through the tears that kept falling involuntarily.
“you’re gunna be okay. i’ll bring you help.”
‘it’ll be okay.’ hed been repeating that in his head like a mantra the moment he saw you.
“..you’ll be—“
his breath shuddered.
“..please, no.”
he begged, watching your eyes close.
a/n: ok dude i suck at writing angst, but im really sad because i decided not to go to my leadership interview and it lowkey killed something in me..
dw i have pt 2 planned reader lives and they live happily ever . 😈
guys i’ll start writing again once i lock in 😞 my grades have been eating me icl i have a 1.9 rn.. but once im passing i’ll be back trust……
mental health and then er visit is not a good combo but it’s ok i’ll be writing again soon im getting better my loyal 40 followers 🥹🫰 i love yall
could you imagine how annoyed mii!sukuna would be once mii!reader whips out a pair of maracas and just starts going at it. like one minute he’s staring at you, absolutely disgusted, and then the next he just snaps and goes “ENOUGH!!! STOP IT!! THAT’S ENOUGH.”
⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖ couldn’t keep his promise.⋆✮⋆.°.‧₊
précis: noo megumiiii don’t kys kill urself ur so sexy ahahaha
you two made a promise about the 6th (or 7th, haha) time he’s came back from a mission badly injured because he decided that maybe, sacrificing himself was the only way to win.
you were upset and frustrated. how did he value himself so little? you wished he could see himself the same way you see him.
‘..i won’t try to sacrifice myself again. at least on purpose. i promise.’
he told you. mostly to get you to stop crying when you saw his injuries from the most recent mission
‘if you try killing yourself to win one more time, i promise, i will come and kill you myself, and then again in the afterlife.’
you had angrily shot back, wiping hot tears from your eyes with your palm, your head tilted down. though, to little avail. your tears were falling too fast.
but megumi took the promise seriously. maybe it was less of the promise and more of him already wanting to be stronger and try harder, and your guys’ promise just gave him an excuse to finally put in more effort. he wasn’t sure. but you were happy when he stopped coming back from missions half dead with a new scar on him.
but, things don’t always go to plan.
it had months since you two made the promise by now, he was sure you still remembered it. maybe not as vividly as he did, but still.
he had been sent on a mission by gojo, his first solo mission in a while. gojo was happy to see megumi improving and talking his self preservation seriously. so he figured megumi could test the waters on a solo mission. just a grade two curse, nothing that he couldn’t handle, gojo had told him.
well, megumi was a bit shocked when it actually wasn’t a grade two curse, but a grade one curse. one that definitely had a bit of experience by the way it was fighting.
megumi had been doing good, he thought. till he was caught off guard, slashed in his side and thrown into a wall. he clutched the wall with a wince, his eyes blurring from the pain as he slumped against the wall.
this was supposed to be a mission he could handle. how’d it get misidentified? how’d nobody catch it? his shikigami are too exhausted. one of them has been defeated. hes not completely confident on being able to kill the curse with his injury.
… he could summon—
the promise, right. maybe if he got lucky he wouldn’t need to put himself in danger like that, but that’s only if he is lucky.
does he really have a choice? both choices he might kinda die. red pill blue pill..
he balled up his fists with a slight wince from the wound on his side, reciting his summon.
‘..with this treasure, i summon..’
..he just hoped you won’t get so upset over him doing this again.
a/n: yikes ts sucks i’m never writing angst again.. did nooottt proofread this but when have i ever done that
yall im trying a new theme for my fics do we hate it and think it’s ahh??
guys i’m getting my friend into jjk im spreading my propaganda 🥹
𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི male manipulator music 💔 ˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞.
précis: megumi lowk has the male manipulator playlist and this is short and sucks i so sorry..
you said you’d be done with dating after the last talking stage.
..but here you are sitting on megumi’s bed after school scrolling through his playlist while he scrolled through yours. because yes music taste absolutely matters, you’d never go near a kanye stan.
his playlist was literally just titled ‘playlist’. and yes it is in lowercase. you don’t judge by playlist titles, which was your first mistake and went through it anyways.
you barely kept your face straight.
this guys playlist was QUITE LITERALLY the generic evil male manipulator playlist.
the weeknd, weezer, the cardigans, radiohead, jeff buckley, the smiths.. clairo???WHO DOES THIS GUY THINK HE IS ADDING CLAIRO TO HIS PLAYLIST.
you reached the bottom of his playlist, scrolled back up to the top and went through it again, his phone way closer to your face than it needs to be.
“..dude. why is clairo in your playlist.”
you commented, and he turned towards you. you cut him off before he could reply.
“why do you have the default male manipulator playlist.”
he blinked. slightly offended
“what. what does that even mean.”
“you have CLAIRO. JEFF BUCKLEY. and THE CARDIGANS. in your playlist. you listen to male manipulator music.”
“???? how does what i listen to make me a male manipulator???”
megumi tilted his head, ever so slightly. a rare thing to see from megumi, but he was genuinely confused on what the fuck you were on about.
“i’m not saying you are one, i’m just saying this is the typa music they listen to.”
he paused, glancing back down at your playlist that he was currently scrolling through.
“..you have the same artists in your playlist.”
ok yeah he right icl
“okay but im a girl it’s okay when i listen to them??”
“..dude.”
you both blinked in silence for a second before your neurons started firing.
“do you read feminist literature while drinking matcha”
“give me my phone back.”
a/n: OH MY GOSH IM SUCH A LIAR I SAID ID FINISH THE STREAMER SERIES ON MONDAY.. i’ll finish it eventually but i had to lock tf in on being eligible becauseeee i had like a 1.7 so i hope that explains me disappearing and why ts is buns this was inspired by my friend showing me his playlist and he had the worst fuckijg male manipulator playlist i’ve EVER seen
streamer megumi x reader part 3 hard launch.. tonight..? maybe..?
⊹₊⟡⋆ not helping with the rumors.. ⋆˚✰ ݁˖⭑.ᐟ
pt. 1-here!
[streamer!megumi x fashion blogger!reader] (reader is implied to have a darker style #emolife) (and is female soz)
(no use of y/n for reader!)
précis: megumi is a chud and doesn’t deny the dating rumors gasp
megumi tried to just ignore the whole water bottle incident. he really tried to avoid addressing the whole thing and wait for it to blow over, but people are nosy. way too nosy, for no reason.
it was just your hand, and they times sixty seven thousand zoomed in on your nails and figured out it was you. genuinely the amount of dedication to figure you out is insane. he didn’t even realize the people wanted to see you so bad, good lord.
he was playing minecraft with yuji today. his first mistake was being friends with somebody chronically online and then playing a game that didn’t make him want to actually punch somebody.
him and yuji has streamed the minecraft world a few times and they just played it whenever they got too mad at a shooter game, like today. yuji’s ping went insane mid round and he got disconnected and accidentally threw the game. yeah, probably a good thing. them getting off that game for a bit.
megumi was overly focused on mining while yuji was.. doing something. could not tell you, yuji probably doesn’t even know what he’s doing icl.. his pickaxe broke and while he was weirdly locked in on putting his iron ore in the furnace to smelt it, yuji piped up.
“fushiguro, how do you feel about the rumors?”
yuji asked, his tone all joyous. as it usually is.
“what rumors?”
“y’know, the ones that your girlfriend is that one emo fashion blogger.”
“she’s not emo.”
megumi wasn’t even thinking about what he was saying. yuji laughed and megumi froze for a half a second and processed what he had just said, carefully glancing at his chat
“oh YOUD know”
“im deadasf he just confirmed it 😭w”
“He’s more focused on him calling her emo instead of saying she’s his girlfriend lolol”
you sighed.
..you were actively watching his stream right now. you had some influencer event for a brand launch and had to start getting ready, but you didn’t want to miss your boyfriends stream. since the whole incident from a few streams ago, your comments were floodddedddd. you were so tempted to turn them off, but that’d probably be way more suspicious. so you just decided to ignore them as well. but the rumors kept getting spread, of course.
you had his stream on your ipad, propped on your vanity. you had your bangs clipped back and was so very focused on applying your blush. you were only half listening because, well, since it was just minecraft, it wasn’t really intense, so him and yuji were mostly just talking about things.
when yuji started talking, you didn’t tune in till you blinked and realized he was talking about rumors.. THEEE rumors..
you rolled your eyes when yuji called you emo, because of course he did. it wasn’t like you’ve never met yuji, you guys have?????? megumis friends got to meet the secret girlfriend, of course. you were about to set your brush down when you pause at what megumi said.
“she’s not emo.”
you blinked. then blinked again.
THATISNOTHOWYOUDENYDATINGRUMORS????THATAREVERYVERYTRUE????????
..well. there goes trying to let this blow over. now you’re definitely getting that tuff hard launch.
ok, honestly you’re more offended because of yuji calling you emo. acting like you’re not wearing a black dress to the event and practically everywhere but shhh
you picked up your powder and tapped your black powder puff into it before patting it into your under eyes, his stream still playing out of your ipad.
megumi cleared his throat.
“..i uh. haven’t found any diamonds yet.”
“you’re just gonna dodge the question?”
megumi stayed silent.
“aight bro. you’re cooked, everyone already figured it out..”
not even 5 minutes after that conversation happened, your phone pinged besides you, your phone started pinging like crazy with tweets. you gave it a quick glance, immediately jump scared by the tweets.
“OM GEHEH MEGUMI PRACTICALLY JUST CONFIRMED IT IM GEEKING OUT BRO??”
“ion who im more jealous of, her or megumi 🥀”
“NAHHA YALL SAW THAT TOO RIGHR.”
“ok but i lowk want a couples stream w them..”
..now you REALLY have to do a tuff hard launch.
later, when he got off stream, megumi checked his phone. a couple of texts from other people, two from you:
“i love whatever’s wrong with you but have you ever stepped outside and interacted with people before <3”
“also.. hard launch when.”
a/n: kinda short and buns and filler :( i had absolutely no freaking ideas sigh but i do have plans for another part, they’ll finally get that tuff hard launch 👀👀👀👀👀 part 3 might be the last part idk
yooo third fic ever how we feeling!
BRO CAN YOU MAKE A PART TWO TO YOUR STREAMER! MEGUMI X READER BRO I LOVE IT SMSM 🥹
YYYYEESSS i didn’t expect ppl to like it that much since it was my first ever fic but im glad you guys did :3 should i make it a series.. 🤔 decisions decisions
anyways i’ll prolly write another part tonight..
˙ ✩°˖🍋 you’ve got yourself a citrus friend.
[megumi fushiguro x reader, wc: 765, no use of y/n!]
inspired by lemon boy - cave town <3
précis: megumi thought he would always be mean till he met you, who brought his sweetness out. he got soo nervy and got distant gasp!!
megumi had always been sour.
his energy never matched the people around him. he was stoic, serious, indifferent. hell, even mean sometimes.
he just decided to accept it. he’d just been born sour, not much he could do about that.
well, until he met you.
it was the first day of freshman year. sure, you two knew each other existed, but hadn’t really interacted. the teacher had assigned a seating chart in math, and you were sat next to megumi. nothing crazy. but math was definitely your weakest subject. you sighed, and out of defeat turned to the boy next to you during a worksheet and asked him for help. he explained it in the most bare minimum way, which was still uncommon for somebody as bitter as him.
you started asking him for help a lot in math, and after many times of him reluctantly agreeing, eventually you two were talking about other things. the passive aggressive honors english teacher. the history teacher who’s lowkey kind of insane, even the new principal who’s a bitch interesting person!
you learned it was actually pretty easy to be nice to be a bitter boy like megumi.
you guys were friends. he introduced you to his two friends, nobara and yuji, and while you tried to introduce him to your friends, they were more of the savory type. they lived for loud, energetic people. but that’s okay. you wouldn’t try to change megumi to make him fit in.
you guys kept getting close. walking home together since you lived so close, coffee after school, movies, hanging out at each others houses after school. you and this lemon boy were getting along pretty well!
you guys were even sophomores now, woah! though. you noticed that megumi had been pulling back. he didn’t reply to your texts as often. he stopped asking you to hangout. you figured he needed space. maybe you did something.
well for megumi, your sweetness started to rub off on him. he talked to yuji about how he started feeling different towards you. he started being sweet towards you and not sour like he is to everyone else, and yuji just told him it sounds like he has a crush on you. he even told nobara, and she said the same thing. and how did he deal with it? he panicked and started pushing you away! great idea! FUCKINF MORON
after a whole month of him being distant and just ignoring you when you asked what you did, you got fed up and tried to talk to nobara and yuji. they decided to be all secretive and let you handle it. real helpful..
you eventually got so fed up that you came to his house and asked his older sister, bless her heart, to let you in to see megumi. she happily let you in, since she knew you. and how you hadn’t been over in a while.
you knocked on his door and heard a muffled ‘come in’, and pushed the door open.
“wha-“
he closed his mouth real quick, because you were infact not gojo or tsumiki.
“..why have you been avoiding me?”
you cut him off. he could tell you were upset.
“i haven’t been.”
“yes you have! i’m not stupid, megumi. did i do something? me and you barely speak now, and i feel like everyone else knows why besides me.”
he hadn’t ever seen you this frustrated. it seems his bitterness had rubbed off on you a bit..
he hesitated, letting out an exhale.
“..you didn’t do anything. i kind of was avoiding you.”
your eyes softened at his confession, waiting for him to continue.
“i told yuji about how i enjoyed being around you. how i wasn’t sour towards you compared to other people. i panicked.”
you huffed.
“you couldn’t just, like, tell me? or have yuji tell me?”
“..it would’ve made things awkward.”
“i think you avoiding me for a month made things awkward..”
“..yeah. i’m sorry.”
“megumi, you can’t just push people away because your worried about something that could never happen. that’s like worrying about clouds running out of rain.”
“i’m sorry. i should’ve just told you.”
“you should’ve.”
you stayed silent for a moment before continuing.
“..soo like, is this your way of telling me you have a crush on me?”
“..unfortunately.”
you chuckled, leaning down to hug him while he was sat on his bed, your arms snaking around his shoulders, smell of his citrusy cologne filling your nose.
“..we could’ve talked this out ages ago over like, a lemon pie or something.”
..seems like you’ve got yourself a lemon boy on your hands.
a/n: i was listening to this song because i got reminded of cave town’s existence and i started geeking cus this song is lowkey so megumi coded..
i rlly hate this but it’s ok i don’t feel like rewriting + ts is my 2nd fic eva 👅👅👅
