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lucidtobio · 2 years

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pretty. || fushiguro megumi.

↠ pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader

↠ words: 2.3k // warning: megumi melt mush prepare yourself

↠ synopsis: the three ways you find megumi pretty and the three ways you find out you like him and he likes you. (OR reader just staring at megumi’s eyelashes, hands, and mouth 🥹 and megumi going from 😐 to 😵‍💫🤭🫤)

↠ tags: fluff, v fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight crack at end

↠ a/n: (1) this fic is just me going on about how pretty megumi is sorry not sorry (2) i haven't written in a while/consistently hopefully this is coherent

fushiguro megumi is pretty.

pretty, pretty, pretty.

he is pretty in many and in all ways to you, but he is prettiest in three.

i. his hands are pretty.

the breeze that stirs the grass feels almost as light as your feet on the ground as you twist and turn to avoid being hit.

megumi is relentless with his attacks, and it is all you can do to avoid his shikigami. nue erupts into shadow just as you jump to attack it, and you land at megumi’s feet gracelessly, chin a millimeter from his boots and back hoisted into the air clumsily.

megumi’s brown boots recede from your vision and in their place appears his hand. for some reason, you stare.

well, no, not for some reason. megumi’s hands have always caught your eye. not in like a creepy, hand fetish kinky sort of way, but rather, because they look so contradictory to megumi as a whole. fushiguro megumi looks ot be anything but gentle, or careful, but his hands are exactly that. lithe fingers, soft nails, a considerate touch.

your eyes stray to his hands more than you would like. when he leans over to your desk and raps his knuckles on your table, signalling you to pay attention, you can’t help but think about how it would feel if those knuckles were trailing the skin of your cheek. when he waves you over, fingers swaying lightly, you can’t help but envision how his fingers would feel wrapped around your own. when he flicks yuuji’s forehead, fingers jutting out and retracting so fast you almost miss the movement, your mind can’t help but conjure up an image of megumi flicking those fingers in areas he maybe shouldn’t be flicking them in (okay so maybe you’re a little hand-kink-fetish-y but you blame it on the cursed energy constantly surrounding the school—hormones and feelings and pretty dark-haired boys have nothing to do with it).

megumi snaps his fingers in front of your face, and unfolds his hand. you grunt unintelligibly as you push yourself up and curl your fingers into your own. megumi pulls you up swiftly, and you only get to revel in the feel of his warm hand in yours before he yanks it away.

“why are you making a face like that?” megumi raises an eyebrow as you dust off your uniform, flicking away strands of wet grass and random clods of dirt.

“like what?”

“like the face todo makes when itadori runs away from him.”

“i am not making such a mopey face!”

“i’m literally looking at it right now. your face is all mushed up and your lips are pursed all weird.”

“fushiguro, you—!” you shove at his shoulder, and he catches your hand and does that weird curve of his lips that’s somewhere between a smirk and a smile, and your heart catapults in your chest, and oh no.

oh no is all you can think as megumi brings your hands down, letting go slowly.

oh no is all you can think as you start walking to school, warm digits brushing against your side.

oh no is all you can think as fushiguro megumi leads his way to the school and walks his way into your heart.

ii. his frown is pretty.

fushiguro megumi looks pretty when he smiles, but he looks prettier still when he frowns.

that’s what makes him special, you think, because he can make even a frown look as pretty as a smile.

maybe it’s that he’s always frowning a little, and maybe it’s because you like him, but his frown is just so pretty to you.

sometimes, you do things on purpose to make him frown.

when you hop on to yuuji’s back as yuuji jumps from tree to tree. a test of endurance, he calls it. megumi is on standby with nue in case the two of you fall and he frowns as you jump up onto yuuji and his arms come up under your legs. part of you hopes megumi is frowning because part of him is uncomfortable with yuuji carrying you like this (maybe jealous?), but part of you knows it is probably because the two of you are doing “dangerously stupid dumb shit,” as he put it. still, once you make it through in one piece, megumi tugs you a little farther away from yuuji and closer to him, and your heart does its catapulting again.

when gojo-sensei clowns around with you. which is almost always. you are the one who indulges him from time (he buys icecream after!!), and megumi hates it. gojo-sensei is always prattling on about something or the other, an arm swung around your shoulders as he guides you to the nearest konbini. he keeps on looking back though, and smirking, and you’re 99% sure it’s megumi because gojo-sensei loves to press his buttons. (you look behind once, quickly, and all you see are shadows like wild black strands.)

when you’re on missions and you always volunteer to go headfirst into danger, though megumi wants you to standby as support. it’s not that he knows you’re not capable (the incident when you moved into the dorms proves you more than fully competent). it’s that you know he only protects the people he cares about. and somewhere along the way, you had fallen into that category (the thought makes you warm). so you know why he wants you to stay behind. but you also make sure he knows why you can’t. because you also want to protect the people you love, and he is very securely in that list. and when you tell him this, not in those exact words, and he frowns and looks away, his nose red, tells you to stay near and stay safe, you think that’s when you realize how much you like fushiguro megumi.

iii. his eyelashes are pretty.

class with gojo-sensei is, quite frankly, a nightmare.

he’s all over the place, a twenty-eight year old bundle of boundless energy and annoying jokes. by the time class ends, you are too mentally exhausted with the chore of sifting important information from his rambling to think about anything other than the long, warm nap you’re going to take in the afternoon sun.

swinging the classroom door shut behind you, you yawn loudly as yuuji and nobara rumble past you. the latter is dragging the former down the hall, excitedly chattering about her next shopping conquests while yuuji throws out a confused or surprised “huh????” every two minutes.

you slog along behind them and just before they take a left to the exit, nobara elbows yuuji and both turn around and grin largely, holding their thumbs up.

you make your own “huh????” face and nobara snorts as yuuji clamps a hand over his mouth and they run off to the exit together, both chortling over something that will no doubt land you in trouble later on.

eyebrows twitching, feeling like an extremely large burden has settled itself on your shoulders, you trudge on, clueless to the hesitant footsteps that follow you.

having slept only four hours the night before (catching up to the attack on titan manga takes work!), your vision blurs as sleep-induced tears line your eyes. deciding to just push open the first door you see, you reason it should be fine since megumi is nowhere to be seen, nobara and yuuji are off planning your demise, gojo-sensei’s room is far away, and only first-years reside on this floor, so fuck it.

you ram your shoulder into the first door to your right, and the moment it swings open, you take two, three steps forward and promptly collapse on the bed.

and then you’re dead asleep, unaware of the the actual owner of the room standing behind you, red blanketing his cheeks.

when you wake up, the first thing you think is, oh my god wtf why does my bed smell so nice?

you’re lying on your front, hair covering your eyes so that all you can see is dark black and the white of the bed covers. and eyelashes, fluttering softly. they look pretty. and fluttery.

and wait, why can you see eyelashes? why are there eyelashes in your room?? eyelashes that definitely, probably aren’t yours??

you press two fingers to your eye roughly, wincing as you almost jab your eye, but no, yeah, your eyelashes are. right. there.

so what the hell are eyelashes doing near your bed??

if this is some weird sort of curse with pretty eyelashes, that is just wrong and it will die for daring to have eyelashes longer than yours.

you inch back slowly, lifting a hand to push your hair out of the way, careful not to disturb whatever thing is on your bed.

that thing, as your vision becomes unobstructed, turns out to be the prettiest human being you have ever laid eyes on.

fushiguro megumi’s head is somehow slanted across your bed, resting on one arm as the other dangles somewhere below the bed—in what looks to be a very uncomfortable position which means you should probably wake him (but not before taking a picture)—and he is sound asleep.

before you can melt into mush at the sight before you, a thought occurs.

what the hell is fushiguro megumi doing in your room??

a picture of two dogs catches your eye, and shock drums in your heart as you slowly observe your surroundings.

this is…not your room at all. this is megumi’s room! megumi’s bed??? megumi’s smell????

you feel like a fangirl embarrassingly, but you have quite literally died and gone to heaven.

you lie back down slowly, on your side, and close your eyes as you breathe in the clean, nice smell imbued in the bed covers. megumi’s smell.

megumi smells like the word “breeze.” he smells like cool mist and sun-soaked almonds and the faintest hints of wildflowers.

wistfully, you sigh and open your eyes.

megumi’s sleeping face greets you and a smile traces a path across your cheeks, unbidden.

megumi looks so soft. his eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones as he breathes quietly, and your heart thumps in quick succession.

the same softness you see in megumi’s face swirls up inside you. you want to hug him or see him smile or just curl your fingers in his.

you want to kiss that space where his eyelashes meet his cheek so badly.

and maybe it’s because you’re still drowsy from sleep, or drowsy on affection, but you place a hand near megumi’s, and lean forward and press a kiss as soft as the boy in front of you. one to his left cheekbone, and one to his right.

just as you’re drawing back, those eyelashes flit against skin and megumi’s eyes open.

he slides his eyes open so smoothly it’s like they’ve been open all this time.

navy blue pools.

your mind is blank, so blank, and all you can think is pretty, so pretty, i want to just hold him, i like him too much, i want to kiss him, he’s so cute, i wish we could stay like this.

“stay pretty.”

the minute you realize what you’ve said, your face burns and the alarm system in your brain is ringing so loud you’re sure everyone within a twenty-mile radius can hear.

oh god, if gojo-sensei walks in, you will literally throw yourself off a roof.

“i will.” megumi nods, almost automatically, and then his face catches on fire.

and now there are two fools caught on fire staring at each other, and the room is burning.

neither of you know what to say, but maybe neither of you need to say anything. your nose is a centimeter from megumi’s and you don’t know which of you shifts forward but then you’re pressed against each other. and his mouth is on yours and his eyelashes are gliding against your skin and his hand is on yours. and you really are on fire in this cool, dusky, mist-scented room.

every press of megumi’s mouth to yours overwrites your brain with thoughts of i like you, i like you, i like you, i like you, i like you.

you pull apart, and megumi’s expression is as soft as it was in sleep, something you didn’t think you’d see while he was awake.

and as you stare at this soft, pretty, dark-haired, quietly loud boy in front of you, you can only think of one thing to say.

“i like you.”

megumi’s expression doesn’t waver.

“me too.”

“you like yourself too?”

“shut up, (l/n). you know that’s not what i meant.” he frowns that pretty cross between a pout and a scowl, and you smile as you lean forward to kiss it away.

fushiguro megumi is prettiest when he is kissing you.

bonus:

kugisaki nobara is nothing if not observant.

“that’s what you like to think, though. i don’t think that’s true.” yuuji is instantly smacked, and he whines as nobara marches him along to (name)’s room.

the room is empty, and the bed doesn’t look like it’s been slept in. or made. the covers are haphazardly thrown off and a whirlwind of objects makes its presence known in the room.

“must be from this morning when (l/n) was late.”

“when is (l/n) not late? c’mon, let’s ask megumi if he knows where she is.”

nobara marches yuuji down the hall again, and he follows obediently as she slams megumi’s door open. nobara shrieks, loud, and yuuji slides into her in his haste to see what’s wrong.

when yuuji sees what she’s looking at, his own shocked scream fills the hallway.

megumi’s hand is on your face, and yours are curled around the collar of his uniform, and your lips are dark.

“i knew it!! god, i told you, yuuji, i have an eye for these things!”

“fushiguro, are you DEFILING (l/n)????!!!!”

“i’ll kill you, itadori.”

“kugisaki, if you were rooting for me, why did you come in?!”

“hell yeah!! yaga owes me 300 yen, SCORE!”

“GOJO-SENSEI WHAT THE HELL??”

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lucidtobio · 2 years

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i need 2 start writing again ,, motivation where

#mars talks ?#its a PROBLEM #like i have ideas but they never get finished #oops

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lucidtobio · 2 years

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HI MARSS HRU

OMG HEY SORRY I JUST SAW THISFMNLSDKF

im super super good wbu !!!!! also i love ur pfp its literally my insta pfp

#moots !

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lucidtobio · 2 years

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so in love; mammon

gn!reader x mammon

0.4k words

warnings: none that I know of!

a/n: idek if I'm going to keep writing for obey me, I just had this idea and couldn't bear to let it rot in my empty head... so here! I think was actually kinda well-written ngl...

Mammon hadn't been shy around you at all at first, so it was rather amusing to the rest of the brothers how you failed to notice his sudden change of attitude. It was almost laughable how oblivious you were to the way he avoided eye contact, how his skin warmed in color when you were nearby, or how it took him several tries to simply speak in your presence. Levi was about ready to rip his hair out if he had to sit through one more session of Mammon gushing about you for hours only to deny his feelings immediately afterward.

It was practically a miracle when you happened to walk into the dining room at the exact moment that Beel bumped into the lovesick demon. One little nudge from his strong younger brother was enough so send him hurling toward your figure. His heart beat erratically at the thought of falling in front of you and embarrassing himself. That is, until he noticed your face coming closer and closer and realized he was likely going to land directly on top of you, much to his dismay. Only, he didn't crush you like he assumed he would. No, his eyes widened as he noticed your face was so close that he couldn't see your eyes anymore. Once his nose brushed yours, he knew it was over for him.

His lips barely brushed yours as his hands gripped your shoulders, steadying himself. Fuck it, he was going for it. He leaned closer, deepening the kiss. Your lips tasted like the strawberry soda-flavored chapstick Asmo helped him pick out for you. You slowly closed your eyes and he did the same, wrapping his arms around you once you'd put all your weight against him. Your arms looked behind his neck, holding yourself close, and he decided it, once and for all, he was in love.

He was so in love, he wasn't ever going to let you look at another demon and even question it. He was so in love, he was going to assure that you would never be sorry you kissed him. He was so in love, with you, that he was going to do everything in his power to make you stay.

Not that you weren't going to. You'd been feeling the same for weeks, months even. But Mammon didn't need to know that, of course. You both had your eyes on the future.

Because you were so in love, you kissed him back.

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#WOW #my heart is crying /pos #mammon #mammon x reader #obey me #obey me x reader

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lucidtobio · 3 years

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i love you

pairing: atsumu x reader

type: drabble

genre: fluff

synopsis: »i love you«

in which you say it for the first time

wc: 0.1k

warnings: none

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kita version sugawara version

a/n: @melsun it ain’t much, but it’s honest work <3

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»I love you!« Atsumu blurted out, making your head shoot up in surprise, meeting the blonde‘s gaze.

»What?« You blinked at him a few times, not fully processing what he said to you just a moment ago.

»I love you!« he repeated, a wide grin spreading on his face as he saw how your cheeks grew redder by the second.

Waddling closer to your silent figure, he leaned down, his face meeting yours as he shot up an eyebrow. »What? Aren’t you going to say something?«

Pouting, he turned back around as you finally answered. »I love you too«

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lucidtobio · 3 years

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what the heck 🙁

apparently, I joined this tumblr place at 11/26/2015 8:56:44 PM.

#mars talks ?#what the balls #that’s such a long time #i was like 9 PLS 😭😭

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lucidtobio · 3 years

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▷II breadtalk

␈| oikawa, milk bread & other ways to mess up a kitchen at 3a.m.

␈| for you inez (@shoyotime mwah) - toorunez >

"i want milk-bread," oikawa whines, stretching out the last word, pulling the hem of your shirt. he's craving it, he swears, he really needs some milk-bread right now.

"it's fucking 3.am., tōru," you smack his hands off you, looking down at your shorts and his oversized t-shirt that hangs all the way down to your elbows, "i'm not changing, nor am i going out like this."

"but you look beautiful no matter what you wear, baby," he argues, throwing his charming smile at you in an attempt to convince you, but you're no stranger to tōru's charms, are you?

"y'know-," you roll your eyes at him, "-doesn't work on me anymore."

"but-," he starts, then stopping to make a pouty face at you, batting his lashes, "-what about this?"

"yeah, no," you chuckle, tip-toeing to ruffle his hair, "we'll get some tomorrow, okay?"

"i'll die without some right now," he dramatically puts a hand to your heart, "you don't want me to die, do you, y/n-chan?"

"maybe," you snicker, "if you die, i'm stealing your star-wars merch."

"hey!," oikawa pretends to wipe a tear, "nice to know you don't care about your beloved tōru."

you laugh, shaking your head, "i do, i do," you say, when suddenly an idea pops into your head.

"hey, angel?," you poke oikawa's arm, "what if we make some on our own right now?"

his eyes light up in excitement, as he nods, "good idea!"

spoiler alert, it's not a good idea.

you and tōru had forgotten neither of you can bake. or cook, for that matter.

"you have to put two damn eggs," you shout, watching oikawa empty your entire carton of eggs (about 6) into a bowl. "how was i supposed to know?!," he yells back, making you scoff. "see the recipe," you gasp, as he grabs milk and pours it right in. "fuck the recipe," he screeches, "i want my bread."

god, sometimes that man acts so stupid, you wonder if he really is the same calculating person you see in games.

"well, you won't get it without the goddamn recipe, shitass," you hiss, throwing corn-flour at his head impulsively.

”it’s not like you know how to make bread!,” he dodges, making you scoff.

”which is why i use a fucking RECIPE!,” you yell, dropping the packet in your hands at the realisation that this is going nowhere.

“hey angel?,” you repeat, and oikawa answers, “yeah?”

”this was not a very good idea.“

”nowhere near it.”

you both exchange a glance and erupt in laughter, hands going to your stomach in attempts to subdue it.

”oh god,” you attempt to speak between short breaths, ”iwaizumi would fucking kill us if he saw the kitchen right now.”

“don’t tell him, yn-chan,” tōru whines, “you’ll get off the hook easily and I’ll take all the punches.”

”that’s the point, babe,” you grin, signalling at the mess with your head, “who’s gonna clean?”

”not me,” he yelps, “dibs.“

”what are you, five?“ you mock his words, narrowing your eyes, “you gonna say ‘no takie-backie’ now or?”

oikawa huffs, crossing his arms. ”clean it yourself then.“

”….no.“

”thought so.”

”let’s just go to sleep,“ you suggest, your eyes going to the clock that reads ‘4:30a.m.‘, “we can clean tomorrow.“

oikawa gets up, extending an arm and bowing, “let’s, my angel,” he attempts to speak in a polish accent, making you chuckle. dusting your clothes off, you loop your hand with his, “whatever you say, kind prince.”

it’s moments like these, really, which remind you how badly you’re in love with oikawa- they’re simple, ordinary, and small -but you’d take them over a grand gesture any day.

because it’s in these moments, these seemingly insignificant ones that you realise, the world is so extremely bland without oikawa tōru.

and as he clings to you in bed, flour covering his hair as it does yours, whispering sleepy “i love you,” ‘s, you smile to yourself.

you don’t know how you’d get through a day without him.

it’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out.

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lucidtobio · 3 years

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genshin men as models A-

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lucidtobio · 3 years

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THIS IS SO ADORABLE I CANNOT :’((

read their whole blog pls

i hope you’re having a good day today, friend <3 if your requests are open, i’d like to ask for Ayaka, Tohma and Ganyu and the moment they realized they’re falling in love with reader. thank you!

the moment they realised they fell for you — genshin hcs ⸝⸝

☆ notes ; i’m doing fine thank u hun ! this was rlly cute to write :’)))

꩜ warning[s] ; not proofread :[

𖥻 synopsis ; when did they realise they fell for you ?

ᜊ characters ; ayaka , malewife thoma , ganyu

☆ ayaka ★ 神里绫华ヽ

— she realised she was falling in love with you when she started to feel like her true self around you

— being part of the yashiro commission and holding up the kamisato name leaves little room for self expression and neglecting her own duties would only bring herself shame

— however when she got to hang out with you ? everything felt extremely different , it’s as if her heart had hitched in her chest and the gears in her head were moving without stop

— without failure, you’ve allowed her to embrace the name of a ‘friend’ instead of the overwhelming formalities she’s been accustomed to before you came

— although being just a friend was in no doubt alright with her , she wanted those fleeting accidental touches and the warmth of your hugs to last longer and potentially forever if it was possible

— the laughter you two shared broke down her walls that she was forcefully brought up with

— you taught her what it’s like to be herself instead of someone everyone else expects her to be , and for that, she wants to generously reward you for

— hopefully, that reward will end up being the chance to get to you call you hers <3

☆ thoma ★ 托马ヽ

— he realised he was falling in love with you when his thoughts would never falter to fall back to you

— even though that would be an obvious occurrence if you loved someone , thoma certainly wasn’t used to it . . . like at all

— he thought perhaps he’s just worried about you since you’re quite new around inazuma and who knows the kinds of troubles that could bypass you !

— but when these thoughts of you randomly interrupted his daily activities even some that he should consider his utter priority , he realised that this surely wasn’t something he could ignore

— i mean sure he thought you were cute , funny , generous and the faces you made when laughing never failed to make him smile and that one time at hotpot when you— and he just missed every single instruction ayaka gave him . . .

— he also somehow manages to mention your name in a totally unrelated conversation , ayato could be talking about how happy he is that his sister is managing so well in the yashiro commission (sorry i’m just a sucker for proud older brother ayato) and all of a sudden thoma drops the fact he’s also happy that you’ve adapted to inazuma so quickly

— did ayato tease him for WEEKS ? absolutely , did it coerce thoma into exploring his feelings for you ? yeah . . . :’)

— the warmth in his pounding heart whenever he managed to catch a glimpse of you in the mornings added on to the daily ‘you’ thought train

— possibly during one hotpot night (specially organised by the kamisato’s themselves just for the teasing) he would let these subconscious thoughts be spoken

— and hopefully you won’t find him too weird for them :) <3

☆ ganyu ★ 甘雨ヽ

— she realised she was falling in love with you , when she yearned for your time and company

— the horned adeptus certainly had no time for dwelling into fun and or comforting activities they would require way too much time that she simply couldn’t provide

— though , when her workload decreased significantly by the end of the night she couldn’t help but ponder if you’d be down for a walk around liyue (maybe hand in hand if you asked first-)

— she enjoyed her work . . most days ? she couldn’t really tell at this point when all she wanted currently was to go out and pick some qingxins with you whilst talking about how your days went

— ganyu cherishes the moments she has with you , those moments , albeit rather short , always stick with her and make her smile without a fail

— the unexplainable feelings in her heart kept her awake even later into the dark night that even the tianquan of the qixing was worried about the state of the adeptus who was seemingly so focused most days

— every single piece of paper that she was meant to read and then reply to felt like a challenge between her and time - she just wanted to finish her work fast enough to be able to hang with you for at least a minute or two :(

— though these ideas of hers were unusual , could you blame her when she was so touchstarved of your love ??

— eventually when she has the time to see you , she finds you with ease

— and you cannot help but notice the tight hug she embraced you in that went on for a lengthened amount of time - one that ningguang wouldn’t be too particularly happy about <3

☆★ notes ; hope you’re all well :))

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