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𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐮𝐦𝐢 🐈⬛ a kitty named eva ! british 2010 she/her megumi enthusiast history nerd
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Hot topic but the more I read on whenever its tumblr, ao3….even check on wattpad every once in a while, the fanfic etiquette has really gone down. Idk if its just me who sees it, idk if its just be who experiences it, idk if its just a small phase within the fanfic community and it’ll pass right through. However, there should be no reason on why people are commenting or clicking the request buttom to criticize, dumb down, or just be straight rude to the people who write for these characters in ANY show really. Its even worse when you’re in the wrong.
Maybe its just me who sees it but idk 🤷♀️ I need someone to talk to ab it
── ໒꒱ 𝐙𝐮𝐤𝐨 alone but he isn’t alone this time !!
pt.1 → pt.2 → pt.3
summary: malnourishment mentioned briefly, both reader and zuko are fire nation, childhood friends, sickness mentioned, set in book 2, zuko as lee.
a/n: most Zuko fics I see on tumblr are adult!Zuko and while I do appreciate all of them I’ve been missing angsty teen Zuzu :(
Zuko had learnt many things since the two of you decided to split up from Iroh on your travels.
Firslty, Zuko learnt that despite the both of you being raised in the same academies and sifting through hours of etiquette classes, you definelty knew how to complain and whine about the earth kingdom heat. Very unsophisticated in his opinion.
── ໒꒱ 𝐙𝐮𝐤𝐨 alone but he isn’t alone this time !!
pt.1 → pt.2 → pt.3
summary: malnourishment mentioned briefly, both reader and zuko are fire nation, childhood friends, sickness mentioned, set in book 2, zuko as lee.
a/n: most Zuko fics I see on tumblr are adult!Zuko and while I do appreciate all of them I’ve been missing angsty teen Zuzu :(
Zuko had learnt many things since the two of you decided to split up from Iroh on your travels.
Firslty, Zuko learnt that despite the both of you being raised in the same academies and sifting through hours of etiquette classes, you definelty knew how to complain and whine about the earth kingdom heat. Very unsophisticated in his opinion.
Boyfriend!yuuji x mentally ill!reader that struggles
Non sorcerer au. Its mentioned that yuuji dyes his hair pink.
A loud knock can be heard at your door, followed by a quiet “baby? I wanna come in.” when the boy hears no reply from you he slowly opens the door, first peeking only his head in.
When he sees you sitting on your bed he opens the door a tad bit wider before slowly walking in, closing the door behind himself. “Hey my love..how are you doing?” he tries to soften his voice so he might not startle you too much.
“Hey yuuji. i am doing fine..” you mumble, yet, he doesnt buy it. You notice his scrutinizing gaze. The way his eyes move over your face.
“You sure? You look a bit sick..” he mumbles as he walks up to your bed, taking a seat. He was aware that you havent been feeling well, even though you never verbally expressed it.
He noticed the way you started having less energy, staying in bed most of your times. Usually, you were even too weak to use your phone, even if it was for something like sending a message or calling someone.
You didnt reply and just shrugged as you held your knees against your chest, to which he replies by placing his hand on yours, moving his thumb in a soothing motion over your knuckles. “Your hair looks a bit tangled.” he states in a matter-of-fact tone - not accusing, just concerned.
“My arms hurt.” you mumble quietly, looking away. He smiles softly and runs a hand through his faded pink hair before he replies with a soft spoken “want me to help you?”
You turn to look at him, your gaze softening. Yuuji often helped you. Whether it was by helping you get ready, eat some food, or even if it was just by staying in bed with you while stroking your hair - supporting you in the ways you felt comfortable with.
When you nod yuuji softly opens your nightstand drawer, getting out your wooden hairbrush. You turn around rather slowly, yet yuuji stays patient.
His hands move the hairbrush methodically over your hair, trying not to tug on it too much. And when he finds a big knot? Then he puts the brush away and starts trying to untangle the knot with his fingers before he resumes brushing.
It takes him a while to get done with it but when he is? He puts the brush back to where he got it from and helps you turn around before hugging you tightly. He held you against his chest as you shook, his chin resting on your head.
“Please dont cry baby..its okay..i dont mind helping you..” he mumbles as he tries to shush you, rubbing his hand over your back. “Shhh dont worry, please..” he whispers.
He didnt mind your crying so much. Yet what he did mind was you thinking youre a bother to him for being taken care of. And he was determined on showing you that he didnt mind, even if it was by just sitting here with you to comfort you.
This is so sweet :(
I’m gonna cry

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zuko | zuko alone..? ⋆ pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 ⋆
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megumi fushiguro x reader
you notice it again when there’s only one dumpling left in the container.
you’re both sitting on the floor of his room, backs against the bed. the tv is on but neither of you are really watching it. you reach for the last piece at the same time.
megumi’s hand pauses mid air.
“you take it,” he says immediately, pulling his hand back like he never wanted it in the first place.
you narrow your eyes. “you grabbed it first.”
“i’m not that hungry.”
︵ ೀ fluff. megumi as your childhood friend
megumi fushiguro doesn’t talk about his childhood much, but when he does, it’s always about you.
the two of you met when you were six. you were the loud new neighbor who climbed the fence between your houses and offered him half of your strawberry pocky. he was the quiet boy with messy dark hair who stared at you like you were an alien. he took the pocky anyway. from then on, you were inseparable.
you were the one who dragged him to the park after school, even when he insisted he wanted to read. you’d push him on the swings until he cracked the tiniest smile. he was the one who quietly held your hand when you were scared of the thunder, never making fun of you for it. he’d let you sleep over during storms, sharing his bed while you clutched his sleeve.
“you’re not scared, right?” you’d whisper.
“no,” he’d lie, even though his heart was racing.
there was the summer you both tried to catch fireflies in jars. you laughed so hard you tripped and scraped your knee. megumi, only eight years old, looked like the world was ending. he ran inside and came back with bandages, carefully placing one over your knee with clumsy fingers.
“don’t cry,” he mumbled, his ears red. “i’ll protect you next time.”
you still have that same bandage box at home, the one with little cartoon dogs on it.
years later, you’re both older now. megumi is taller, quieter, more guarded. but sometimes, when the light hits him just right, you still see that same little boy who shared his pocky with you.
one quiet evening, you’re sitting on the rooftop of the dorms together, legs dangling over the edge. the city lights sparkle below like fireflies.
“remember when we tried to run away?” you ask, smiling.
megumi huffs a small laugh. “you packed three bags of candy and one pair of socks. we made it two blocks before gojo found us.”
you lean your head on his shoulder. “you were going to protect me from everything back then.”
he stays silent for a moment. then his hand finds yours, fingers threading together the same way they did when you were kids hiding from thunder.
“i still want to,” he says quietly. “protect you. even if i’m not very good at saying it.”
your heart feels too big for your chest. you squeeze his hand.
“you’ve always been good at it, megumi. even when you were just a shy little boy who didn’t know how to smile.”
he doesn’t reply, but the way he leans his head against yours says everything.
the city lights blur below you, but up here, it’s just the two of you—the same two kids who once shared pocky and promised to face the world together.
some things never change.
I know i dont have a following but im hoping some bigger creators in the fandom will spread the word...came accross this blog who is blatantly using gen ai to make jjk x oc? x reader? art and they dont seem to take criticism about it. gen ai has NO place in our spaces!!!!

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tw: ooc, jjk0 spoilers. jjk manga spoilers, canon divergence, fem!reader, why is there gojo angst in my Megumi fanfiction, ooc, character death mentioned, suguru geto was is reader’s parental figure (they are strictly platonic), you guys are not gonna like this
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previous part..
“[Name], what are you doing?” Seven-year-old Megumi’s shadow loomed over you as he watched your tiny figure crouched down on the floor.
“Look at the ants.” You stuck a finger out at the ground, watching the ants go round in round in an endless circle. “It’s like they’re possessed or something.”
“What’s your deal with bugs anyways…?”
“They’re just cool to me..”
The first thing people say you need to do when someone is in mourning is to be present. Showing up for them is all it’ll take to help them feel better, they say.
That’s what you and Megumi had been for each other, his sister for him, your dad father figure for you. Everything could be natural between the two of you. You had been friends for who knows how long, so you wouldn’t have to shy away from him, right?
Even with a person like that by your side at all times, you still felt like you couldn’t tell him everything. You told yourself that it was too protective him, but deep down you knew that it was fear. Fear that you’d lose him if he saw that side of you. The dark, depressing side that nobody liked seeing.
He’d never admit it, you were sure he’d take the secret to the grave. You saw the way Gojo looked at you. A type of sadness in his eyes that only came with grief.
But you weren’t dead. You only carried the burden of sharing the same laugh, same soft tone, same caring personality- as someone far from dead. Someone who still hasn’t been allowed to rest after their death, one that was supposed to be peaceful, one that was supposed to bring relief after being let go from the jujutsu world.
Basically everyone knew about you. They were all convinced that the daughter of a special grade sorcerer gone rogue would turn out just the same.
You had heard the whispers. How he was a traitor. The higher ups were practically waiting for you to slip up, and the moment you did, they’d take the chance to execute you.
No one would say it to your face, but you knew that they were just waiting for you to end up just like him.
You knew everyone saw you that way, even Gojo. He reassured you that the people around you would prevent the event happening all over again, but the way his voice cracked told you he was only trying to convince himself.
Megumi never saw you that way. Not with you. Never with you.
Megumi saw you in every single way you thought he couldn’t. You never caught on to his silly little antics, but everyone else saw through him so easily, because he’d never every treat anybody nearly as well as he treated you. The most they’d get is a pat on the back.
You grew up together for godsake. He knew what kept you up at night, what pissed you off, and even small things that would make you happy, even if it was just for a short while. He knew you better than you knew yourself.
He was confident enough to say that he’d immediately know if someone else was in your body. It was absurd, sure, but everyone, including yourself, knew he had a connection to your soul in a way.
You placed a hand on his shoulder, him glancing up to look at you briefly. You could tell he was tired with the culling games going on, and especially since his sister was… well.
“You okay?” You offered him a soft smile, hand squeezing his shoulder, knowing it comforted him in a way. The purple worm coiled around your arm, head making its way to rest on your shoulder as it let out a shrill squeak.
You were convinced it was about his sister. Anyone would be distraught if your sister went from being safe to the brink of death in a matter of seconds. You already had your speech ready, ready to tell him that everything would be okay, and everyone would be safe and sound.
“Don’t die on me, okay?”
A beat of silence is what it took for you to fully comprehend what he said. “What?” Your hand slipped off his shoulder, trailing down his arm.
“You’re… going to split up with us tomorrow.” His eyes never left yours.
He was right. You and yuta had both agreed to eliminate high level threats from the game and acquire more points, once again, for your friends’ survival. He knew that you’d throw yourself into danger if it meant that everyone else would make it out alive, even if it meant you wouldn’t make it.
“Hey. We’ll be fine. Yuta and I haven’t been fighting for second place for the past two years for nothing, y’know.”
‘We’.
He wasn’t worried about yuta. Yuta was strategic with the way he fought. Yuta wouldn’t let anyone touch him unless he wanted them to.
You were different. You were so destructive that no one left your battles unscathed. The only problem was thag your body would act first before your brain could get a chance to react. What was the word?
Reckless.
“Promise me you’ll put yourself first.”
“Megumi, you know I-”
“[Name].”
You released a shaky sigh. “I… I promise.”
You left early the next morning, swinging your weapon around in your hands. Yuji patted you on the back, yapping his head about ‘how cool you were’. Your giggle rang through Megumi’s ear, almost sending him into a trance.
You sent him a wave as you left, and he raised his right hand in response. Yuji smirked at the redness dusting Megumi’s ears, nudging him in the shoulder playfully. Everyone and their mother heard the loud thud of Yuji hitting the ground.
Megumi felt a wave of relief wash over him when he heard that yuji had successfully added a rule to the culling games. At that point, he hadn’t heard from you for several days. He had to mutter that you were fine to himself under his breath because something in the back of his head was telling him that something was wrong.
“You think [Name]’s alright?” Megumi whispered to his best friend, earning a groan from him.
“Oh my gosh, she’s probably fine. Did you forget the story of how she beat the shit out of yuta right before he left for Africa? Let me tell you Fushiguro, she’s scary. I swear I felt her cursed energy spike when we first saw him.” Yuji winced.
Yuta’s ears perked up. “You know she sat behind Itadori the entire time he was asleep after I pretended to execute him? Staring at me. I think she was waiting for me to fall asleep so she could… y’know.” He shuddered at the mere thought.
Megumi took their word for it, but he couldn’t shake the weird feeling he had blooming in his chest.
He felt a tap on his shoulder a few hours later, forcing him to look up. He let out the breath he was holding for the last few days when he noticed you walking towards them, finally regrouping with the to prepare for the final battle.
He inspected all your injuries. Just a few cuts, bruises and scratches here and there, not anything too severe, though. His jaw did in fact hit the floor when you told him you were thrown across a city during your battle, landing you a nasty multicolored bruise on your ribcage.
You and yuji decided to accompany megumi to visit the hospital where his sister was staying. The three of you walked side by side, with Megumi in the middle. Though your other side felt empty. Colder. Your group had always been four.
Someone was missing.
You and felt Megumi’s eyes on you for a while now, so you finally decided to speak up.
“Something on your mind, Megs?” You hummed, hands behind your back.
“Hey, can I ask you something strange?” His steps slowed, Yuji’s gaze flickering back at forth between you two. You paused a few steps ahead, spinning around with a grin to face him. The soda in Yuji’s hand tightened.
“What, you wanna confess your love for me?” You chirped.
“Hell nah.”
His eyelashes fluttered. “You see, something’s been on my mind for quite a while now. I gotta know. I’ve been thinking about this ever since you rejoined the group.”
You snorted, waiting for him to say something stupid like how you weren’t wearing your uniform anymore. The sleeves were practically torn apart during your fight, so naturally, you had changed out of it for both comfort and convenience.
“You’re…” the hesitation was evident in his voice.
“You’re not [name], are you?”
… huh?
Yuji could only stare as your face fell, that is, if it was even your face. By ‘your’ reaction, he could tell what megumi was saying was somehow correct. You looked the same, you sounded the same and you most definitely acted the same.
His soda had fallen to the ground. You stood in silence for so long, a small line of ants had made their way towards the pool of sugar.
Your face twisted into an uncharacteristically wide smile. “I thought… I thought I imitated her perfectly.”
Megumi felt his soul crush. He had felt like he had control of his life for once, but that mindset came crumbling down when he realized you weren’t you. He had awaited patiently for your return, and what he got wasn’t that at all.
He couldn’t have anything, could he? First his parents, then his sister, then gojo getting sealed, now you. The one person he thought he’d never lose.
“Allow a rule… allowing entry and exit across colony borders.”
Yuji felt his breath catch in his throat. “The fuck?”
“Who the hell are you?” It sounded more like a demand than a question. Whoever was in your body, he swore on his life he would get them out fast.
“I’m Yorozu. Maybe people of the past would know of me.”
She went on and on about how she wanted to fight sukuna, but Megumi could only focus on the fact that somebody else was using your body as a vessel. Your skin.
How could she have even?..
He snapped out of it, watching you flutter off into the distance. It was sick. She had made use of your memories to impersonate you.
“Enchain.”
Shit.
Everything happens too fast. One second Yuji was there, Sukuna the next. Everything around him seemed to blur as Sukuna ripped off his own finger.
He raised two fists. “With this treasure, I summon-”
Megumi had never been quick enough, especially against someone like Sukuna. Sukuna had gotten ahold of him, and something had been shoved down his throat, and he had swallowed it unwillingly.
Before he knew it, his body didn’t belong to him anymore. It’s not like he had the will to fight back.
Soulmates, am I right? Both you of you had your lives ripped away from you, on the same day even.
Yorozu had ended up fighting Sukuna with your and her cursed technique combined. Both of you were both prisoners in your own mind, and you could only witness the fight within your head. The sight of you fighting him made your stomach churn. You would never willingly hurt him.
No one had ever used your technique better than you. Some would even say you were the best of your clan in history.
She hadn’t fought for 1000 years. She was never going to win, leading to her death. You were just a kid caught in the crossfire of it all.
Sukuna could’ve gone after Tsumiki. That was the easy way out. But no, he had to chase after you. He liked the challenge, and he knew it would hurt Megumi way more.
Sure, Tsumiki dying would still kill him inside, but she was in a coma. She’d only survive if someone was there protecting her.
You were not. You were fully capable of defending yourself. The thought of you fighting to survive, only to die hurt him in unimaginable ways.
Two kids died that day. One physically, one mentally.
November 16th, 2018.
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who told him to be beautiful
I have a geography exam on Monday.. English on Friday..
Let me take care of you
[ SYNOPSIS ] — You try to be the "perfect" partner to Megumi by hiding your own needs and pain so you wouldn’t be a nuisance. This habit becomes dangerous when you get badly hurt on a mission and lie about it, leading to a tearful confrontation when he finds you bleeding in secret. w.c: 4.8k
[ PAIRING ] — megumi fushiguro x people pleaser!reader
[ TAGS ] — gn!reader, established relationship, canon compliant (?), hidden injury, blood, reassurance, hurt/comfort, use of [Name] once, megumi is a sweetheart as usual. Lmk if I missed anything!
"You wouldn't mind taking care of these mission reports for me, would you? You're a lifesaver!"
─★⸝⸝🐇‧₊ !! “But if it’s forever, it’s even better. I knew you in another life, you had that same look in your eyes. I love you, don’t act so surprised..”
You broke into a run the moment the traffic light flickered green. You and your two friends had somehow all collectively left your houses late that morning, so now, your usual no sense of urgency personality had diminished and was now running for your dear life.
”[Name], stop running so damn fast! We can’t keep up!”
You let out an irritated groan. “God, I was running too slow, now I’m running too fast, what the hell do you want from me, huh?”
The puddles on the ground splashed under your feet, somehow soaking the entire lower half of your body. You muttered ‘sorry’ for the nth time that day for accidentally splashing strangers that just so happened to get in your path.
Your school had a strange rule that whoever couldn’t make it past the gate in time before it closed, even by the millisecond, you would be locked out for the day. You three certainly were not ruining your attendance rate any further, you had skipped school to hang out enough times.
You caught sight of the gate. 8:21. The gates would close at 8:25.
You giggled when you made it past the red light while Nobara and Maki were left behind, waiting for the light to turn green again. Nobara mumbled a soft ‘bitch…’, while maki just blatantly flipped you off from across the street.
You still had your head turned back as you walked towards the gate, sticking your tongue out in their direction. You really should’ve been looking where you were going, cause someone bumped into you, hard.
Your umbrella slipped from your fingers, hitting the ground with a soft thud. Well, there goes your plan to keep the upper half of your body dry.
Your feet had almost slipped out from under you, but you caught onto the light pole that was conveniently standing behind you. You sighed in relief, glad that you had saved yourself from the embarrassment.
“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going and-” You crouched down to pick up your umbrella, wincing when you grabbed onto the wet handle with slight disgust.
The person who had bumped into you bent down at the exact same time to help you pick up your umbrella, fingers brushing yours when they reached down. Your gaze flickered up for just a second, your eyes catching his, and he was already looking at you, seemingly for a while if you had to be honest.
His eyes seemed to carry the weight of the stars themselves, cool and unwavering. His dark messy hair fell over his eyes that seemed natural and unnatural at the same time.
His cold demeanor wasn’t the scariest part no — it was how familiar the boy was. An unexplainable sense of disbelief settled in your chest, like you couldn’t believe you had forgotten him, even if you had never even seen him before.
“[Name]!”
The sound of your name being called brought you back down to earth. Your blinking seemed to stutter for a second, head snapping towards your two best friends.
You both got back to your feet, what you assumed to be his group of friends following close behind him.
His pink haired friend, who was definitely leaning into his personal space, frowned.
“Fushiguro, what the hell was that, man?”
“Nothing.”
The one with the tired eyes (and who maki was suspiciously ogling at) gave him a push. “We’re going to be late because of your damn flirting.”
“I was not flirting!” He clicked his teeth. “She just…”
Even as you began to walk towards the school gates, your eyes remained locked on him. His friends were dragging him down the street, the way to the all-boys sister school of your own.
“Are you okay?” Nobara clung on to your arm, already leading you away.
“Yeah…”
You were too far now, so you weren’t able to catch the final part of his sentence.
“She just seemed so familiar.”
“Fushiguro.” You made yourself comfortable in the spot beside him. You were honestly concerned, because the poor boy was staring directly into the setting sun.
He gave you a hum of acknowledgment, his own special way of affection, basically. You placed a hand on his daintily, like you were afraid he’d break any moment.
“A lot on your mind?”
“…yeah.”
You felt your heart shatter just a tiny bit. You could feel the hope slowly draining out of his body by the day.
“We got this, you know that right? Your sister will be just fine.”
The moment you uttered the word ‘sister’, he exhaled a shaky breath. “You really think so?”
“I know so.”
He tilted his head up to catch his tears, though he’d never admit it. You rested a hand on his back, rubbing it soothingly. It didn’t matter if that would calm him or cause a complete meltdown, it just mattered that you were there for him, right?
“What would I do without you?…” His eyes wandered off into the sunset again, jaw clenched tight.
You gave his hand a squeeze, engulfed in a different kind of warmth. “You have nothing to worry about, megs. I’ll always find my way back to you, I promise.”
“Thanks, [n/n].”
It was a good thing you weren’t the type of person to break your promises. You would probably find him in every single lifetime anyways, your soul was just stubborn like that. It found the one, and now it won’t look for another.
Wherever he went, you wouldn’t be far to follow.
a/n: reader and Megumi are MY max mayfield and lucas sinclair okay 😕💔
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since when was it okay to bash writers based off of the content they make or the way they write? (obviously unless it’s incest/rape/pedophilia)
i’m personally pretty new to tumblr, but in the short few months i’ve been active, i’ve experienced so many amazing works and kind writers who don’t deserve a fraction of the things being said about them.
the burn book page that @/tojioffline has started is immature and defeats the entire purpose of this platform. what’s supposed to be a safe space for people to write and express themselves and their ideas has turned into a petty and judgmental environment.
if you have a problem with a writer or their content, all you have to do is block them, but in no way is it okay to bring down people that have already been brave enough to put themselves out there and share their work.
the fact that some people believe it’s okay to harass writers or send death threats is beyond me and should not be normalized. it’s okay to dislike something/someone, it’s NEVER okay to threaten their safety or make public, childish gossip just because they don’t align with your own preferences.
i urge anyone who sees this to report @/tojioffline for bullying and please, please support any writers you come across.
(in light of all this, here are some of my personal fav blogs)
@yailuxe @kill3ill @kashun @aquasprings @fireflyschiikawa @megumour @eqlipze @rini-yaki @tteokdoroki @fricks @angelocyeanic @petalflvr @tonycries @sixxels @starspenxcie @mieleism @getopilleds @polaroidsex @honeysucklewatr @sweethearticism @screampied @satoyesha @aspinny @creamkissed @hushkuna @liahcharms @revolvingsaturn @eclipsehashira @rawkuna @indiewritesxoxo @lapsizedgf @mimikissies
It's literally so sad what happened to @sixxels. She was an amazing author, and a very nice one too, only to receive unnecessary backlash on here. Just let her write fanfiction, people... and get a life it's not that hard, you know. To the people who threatened her you all disgust me.
We'll miss you, six 🤍