hiii! this is the complete run-down of every fic i've ever uploaded (or plan to upload)—does not get updated as often as it should, so sorry in advance if i've missed anything!
[fixed it up a little but it still may be a little messy until decide how I want the masterlist layout to look]
Loki Laufeyson
Arranged Marriage Mini-Series (ongoing)
Loki's Redemption (ongoing)
Hidden Among The Flowers (oneshot)
Bucky Barnes
An Unexpected Surprise (oneshot)
Steve Rogers
Washing Machine Heart (drabble)
Harry Hook
A Princess and a Pirate (oneshot)
Bumped (drabble/oneshot)
Glasses (oneshot)
Somebody New (oneshot)
Healing Factor (requested mini-fic)
Message In a Bottle (oneshot)
"Descended" Into Chaos (requested long-fic; ongoing)
Pull Of The Tides (two-part feature)
Even The Mean Girls (oneshot/headcannons?)
Leonard Snart
My Significant Annoyance (oneshot)
Me, You, & Iron Heights (request; oneshot)
Henry Hart
I Know Your Secret (oneshot)
other fandoms and works coming soon! dm me if you wanna be added to any character/fandom taglist! 🩵🤍
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI ─ he takes care of your hair for you <3
content ─ fluff, x f!reader, he's very shojo coded to me, not proofread, reader has long, curly hair, very cutesie, domestic-ish
jujutsu kaisen m.list ☆ word count : 550 words
you could barely remember the amount of times you’d chosen to neglect your hair in favor of not accidentally breaking your neck. it was just too much for you, really, hanging down your head to wash it, scrub it, rinse it, style it.
“why don’t you just cut it?” yuji had asked you one day.
the look of utter horror you’d answered with was enough for him to never bring the topic of scissors around you again.
megumi has always adored your hair. he’d often catch himself twirling a strand idly when you stood beside him, fingers gently raking through the soft curls, adjusting your accessories and ties when you asked him to.
and on the days you didn’t have the energy to take care of yourself, he’d always make sure you still felt your best. and so, after today’s practice, he instructed you to lay down on his bed and hang your head off the edge. while it was a bit of an uncomfortable position, it was less painful than the ones you’d find yourself in when doing your curls by yourself.
sitting on the bedroom floor, your boyfriend picked up your leave-in, gently carding his fingers through the wet strands, making sure to not accidentally pull on your hair and hurt you.
he didn’t mind the droplets hitting the floor and his lap, or the way you teased him about learning so much about curls just for you.
“of course i did,” he said, sweetness wrapping around his quiet words. “i want to be able to take care of you.”
warmth nestled into the apples of your cheeks and you grinned at him like a lovesick idiot. which you might be, you mused.
“aw, megs, stop it,” you cooed, giggling when he snorted at your antics.
he squeezed some gel into his hands, mentally noting that you needed a new bottle, before spreading it through your curls. he scrunched his hands upwards, listening to you talk his ear off about this dating show you were watching with nobara. as your voice died down, he didn’t really notice, too engrossed with making sure every strand of your hair was perfectly curled and bouncy.
although staring at him from this position was starting to give you a headache, you couldn’t help but feel your heart melt. he appeared to be so focused, carefully diffusing the top of your head and assuring it was fully dry before moving on to your lengths. his eyebrows furrowed a bit in concentration, long lashes fluttering when a stray hair hit his face.
sweet notes of coconut filled his nostrils as he applied oil to your hair, a little smile on his lips, proud of his work.
you didn’t really care about checking the result at the moment, eyes softening at the sight of him. and megumi forgot about helping you up when he was faced with your lips jutting out.
you giggled at the confused look on his face. “come get your reward,” you simply said.
a huff of amusement spilled past his lips, his laughter melting into your mouth as he leaned in. “you’re stupid,” he muttered against you.
yet when he watched you practically vibrate with joy, checking his work in the mirror, there was no mistaking the tenderness in his gaze.
"Hello, this is San from ATEEZ. It’s such an honor to be able to be here for such a meaningful occasion today, and I’ll do my very best for the ceremonial kick-off."
SAN ceremonial kick off for 2026 Coupang Play Series Manchester City vs. Atlético Madrid
