HELP MEE MINE IS LITERALLY THE EXACT SAME LMFAOOO THE WHITE HAIRED MEN R MY TYPE

HELP MEE MINE IS LITERALLY THE EXACT SAME LMFAOOO THE WHITE HAIRED MEN R MY TYPE 😋😋

Y'all know what time it is...

GAMEEEE TIMEEE !! Tell me ur Childhood Crush vs. Current Crush

[ It can be fictional or non fictional characters ]

Tagging (NP): @rossithepixie @pupkashi @rizzmin @satocidal @maeby-cursed @wishmemel @driaswrld @yunymphs @gojocp @gojosatorubrainrot

@gojoshooter @sugutoad @keigotakamiz @nanamikentoseyebags + Anyone can join ☆

hey guys… it’s been a while… 😁😁 how are you all? (oh my god i haven’t posted in a WHILE pls dont kill me) i’ve been busy with work 😞😞 pls know i am working on reqs and have not forgotten abt my tangled series 💪💪when i’m less busy i’ll be on that grind 💯💯 (sorry LMAO)

why's writing nsfw lowkey stressful bruh like this shit is making me blushh LMFAOOO (anon ur req is on the way)

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ f. megumi x gn!reader. if there are any typos, no there aren't.

keeping secrets was not your forte.

so when december rolls around and yuuji sends you a message about a very top secret, very hush-hush, very much surprise party... well. really, that was his mistake.

you've been avoiding megumi like the plague, coming up with nonsense excuses not to see him, making plans to occupy your time, keeping texts and calls short. guilt gnaws at you, making your stomach clench as you watch your phone ring, ring, ring. megumi's contact picture shortly disappearing.

you sigh, wiping your wet hands with the kitchen towel. mini cakes and chocolates sit on the countertop, cooling. icings and sprinkles in all his favorite colors are lined up next to the stove, waiting to be piped and handed off to your lover with a sweet kiss and a mumbled happy birthday against his lips.

a frantic knock sounds at your front door, drawing your brows together as you make your way across your apartment living room. it's probably yuuji again, hoping your had more tape or an extra pair of scissors.

what you're not expecting when you open the door is a panting megumi with ruddy cheeks and snowflakes melting in his hair. there's a scarf haphazardly strewn across his shoulders, and his mittens are missing, knuckles gone red from the bite of winter.

“you mad at me or something?” it comes out rushed, spilling from his mouth before he even says hello. he stands in your doorway, deep, green eyes boring into yours.

"megumi, wha—" you gape, like a fish out of water.

"mad. are you mad at me?" he presses, an uncharacteristic franticness lacing his voice that refuses to leave. "did i say something wrong?" he eyes the ground where he stops himself from shaking the snow off his boots, shoulders slumping forward.

"i just—" megumi sighs, cheeks going pinker and you're sure it's not from the cold. "gojo has held me hostage all day, kugisaki won't stop blowing up my phone, i have a feeling itadori's doing something he shouldn't be, and—"

tentatively, megumi brings his gaze back to you, with your wide eyes and mouth hung open on words that won't come out. soft is how you'd describe it, his whispered plea in the form of such a simple, simple question, "where have you been?"

the wind howls outside, a gust of chilled air tousling megumi's already messy head of hair. he pays it no mind when you're standing in front of him, your own hair tied back and a dirty apron covering your front. you have half a mind to fling yourself down the stairs he just climbed to get to you, because you've really messed up if you're the one who's put that expression on his face.

you'll blame it all on yuuji. you tell him as much.

megumi's brow pinches, mostly in confusion but also annoyance because, "what does he have to do with this?"

"everything," you groan, cursing the pink-haired boy out in your head. "he should've known better," you mutter, rolling your eyes and running a hand over your face.

the gears turn and turn and turn in his head, you can see them as he overthinks, as his skin turns pale. the wind howls again. "itadori... did you guys—?" he can't even finish his sentence. megumi thinks he's going to be sick.

"oh my god, no. megumi, no." you heave, blood running cold because you did not cheat on your boyfriend with his best friend! finally, your brain starts functioning again and you pull him inside, grabbing the lapels of his black winter coat.

he stumbles in your grip, a shocked little noise escaping him when you wrap your arms around him, shoving your head into his chest. "it's nothing like that. i'd never do that to you. we'd never do that to you." he deflates in your embrace, running his cold hands up your spine and into your hair, holding you close.

"then what is it? i've hardly seen you lately," he comments, concern seeping into his voice.

"i can't tell you," you whine, burrowing further into him in hopes of getting away from the guilt that reaches for you.

"hey," he whispers, gently pulling you away so he can look in your eyes, frustration swirling in your irises. "is something wrong?" damn him for being so gentle with you.

you can't bring yourself to meet his gaze. "no," you punch out, "well– yes, but. uuugh!" you groan again, high-pitched and frazzled as you screw your eyes shut. it wasn't supposed to be like this. a silly surprise party shouldn't have you this stressed, shouldn't have your boyfriend running in the middle of winter to see you because you can't keep your mouth shut.

"talk to me."

"i can't," you insist again, but this time steeling yourself with a deep breath. "but i promise, everything is fine. i've just been busy wrapping up some last minute things. i think the cakes should be ready soon for the party tonight, i just have to—"

oh, for heaven's sake.

"party?" you can hear the amusement in his voice.

your face falls. "i really can't keep anything from you, can i?" defeated, you lean into him once more, cheek squished against his shoulder as megumi holds back his laugh. "happy birthday, megs. i'm sorry for being shitty today," you sigh, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his still-cold cheek.

"it's okay," he murmurs into your hairline. strong arms snake around your torso, cradling you against him like you're something precious. "you're talking about the party at 7, right? the one at maki's place?" his chest rumbles as he speaks, teasing words curling around your bodies.

with an incredulous huff, you whine into his skin, "you knew?"

he has the gall to scoff at you, like it was painfully obvious this whole time. his right hand comes to cup the side of your face, pulling your jaw forward to plant a chaste kiss to your lips. "of course i knew, baby. itadori can't keep a secret to save his life."

you're really going to kill him.

rb to add a candle to his birthday cake. hope you enjoyed this! <333

AWW THIS IS SO CUTE HERE IS ME (holding my riches kekeke)

starting my own lil picrew thread because I found one that I've done before that I loved. picrew here!

no pressure tags: @tfshouldidohere @pearbunny @ashitshowforalot @channiesbakery @bbyquokka @hyuuukais + anyone who sees this and wants to do it!!