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[nightimedaydream]

[nightimedaydream]

Taking a nap next to mom

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[nightimedaydream]

7:30 p.m. ▸ your boyfriend sometimes found it cute when you were irrationally angry, but this time, he was feeling a little cocky instead.

park jongseong knew that he was an attractive man, but watching you get riled up over his new suit was boosting his ego even more. plus, it was endearing, and he was a complete sucker for you fawning over him.

“everyone’s gonna look at you,” you complained, trying to be subtle about your jealousy as you cast your gaze down. “the clothes fit you so well.”

it was true. his suit was perfectly fitted, accentuating his slim waist and broad shoulders in the most breathtaking way. something about the way he was so put together was absolutely divine. you were never one to be possessive, but the way your boyfriend looked made you want him all to yourself tonight.

the corner of jongseong’s lip picked up in a small smirk that he tried to fight down. you felt your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment. you were never one to whine over things like this; surely, your boyfriend was bound to get annoyed.

oh, how wrong you were.

in fact, park jongseong was feeding off of this attention.

he moved away from his full-length mirror and sat down on his bed, looking up at you expectantly. when you returned his gaze with a curious arch of your brow, jongseong smiled and tilted his neck. he pointed at it like what he was insinuating was as clear as day.

“you said everyone’s gonna look at me, right?” he asked. “then show them i’m yours.”

startled, you examined the exposed skin before jongseong pulled you closer by your hips, sitting you down on his lap. facing him, you placed your hands hesitantly on his shoulders. your boyfriend only looked smug by the shy expression on your face.

you decided to take your boyfriend’s offer and mark the area he pointed at. placing a hand on the side of his neck to cradle his jaw, you leaned in and pressed your lips to the column of jongseong’s neck. you felt him tense up under you, so you took the initiative to start nipping and sucking at the supple skin. feeling him shift under you was making you feel more powerful by the second.

you didn’t have much experience with hickeys, but the moment you heard jongseong let out a groan, you were sure you did the job. what made your chest feel hot, though, was the fact that your boyfriend was watching you give him a hickey through the full-length mirror that was right in front of you two. your back was to it, but you could imagine the smirk on his lips as he watched you take control.

you pulled back once you were satisfied with the bruise you left, and you kissed the tender skin gently as an apology. jongseong looked over your shoulder to gauge how he liked it, and his lips curled up into a satisfied grin.

you felt bad that his mirror had to bear witness to everything.

“thank you,” he murmured, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to the side of your neck as well. “i wouldn’t mind if you left a few of these more often.”

“you’re such a tease,” you whined, pushing at his chest with a smile. “just get to your dinner party already.”

you stood up to give your boyfriend space to fix himself up and leave. he adjusted his cuffs and made his way to the door, you following after to say a final goodbye to him.

“alright, alright.” jongseong chuckled and fixed his collar and tie. “also, hey, one thing.”

you perked up. “yeah?”

jongseong bent down and pecked your lips swiftly. “i love you.”

before you could react, he grinned and slipped out of the door. you were positive he was absolutely flustered, and the thought made you smile like an idiot.

“i love you too, stupid.”

[nightimedaydream]

him — b.c.

it’s weird that all you can feel is the pillowy touch of his lips. every gentle movement of his mouth against yours draws out a shaky gasp from you, only to be entirely silenced by the burning kiss you have yet to break. every new position of his heated hands on your waist to your face to your shoulders has you feeling on fire, your belly bubbling with affection as if anything he did caused a rocket to take off within you. never would you have thought that you would have ever gone on a date with him, let alone be kissing him, the boy who was supposed to be your mortal enemy, the one who hated your guts—but really didn’t at all. who were you to try to convince yourself that you weren’t falling in love with him?

him, the boy who would offer to go get the elderly ladies’ groceries for them. surely he had his own groceries to get and he couldn’t possibly carry everything for them.

him, the boy you would catch every weekend at the play structure of the apartment complex playing around with the all the little kids of the building. didn’t he have other things to do? after all, he was the one who was always saying he was busy.

him, the boy that would get countless confessions from people of all ages—only to reject them so sweetly that no one ever hated him for it. being humble? why couldn’t he just admit to himself that he was irresistible? why couldn’t he stop putting on a shy smile whenever someone gave him a handwritten letter?

him, the boy living just across from you, the one you had met in sophomore year of college. him, the one you told yourself you would hate for the rest of your life just because he couldn’t keep to himself after you had a bad day.

him, the one and only bangchan.

you knew he didn’t mean any harm that day. how could he when he was always so considerate of other people? only yesterday when you and he finally talked to each other about the way you acted towards each other did you finally realize that all these actions were genuine, and you…you had been a bit too harsh judging him from the first experience you had with him. you had overreacted to his persistent are you okay’s and are you sure you don’t want to talk about it’s.

maybe you didn’t deserve to be the person of his interest. he had a line of people waiting for him (the pile of confession gifts in his apartment would agree). he was too good, much like a noble that would do anything for other people, sacrificing their own self whether or not they were absolutely exhausted. but hadn’t you realized you were just like him?

maybe you didn’t have a long line of secret admirers, maybe you did. but you had also many times offered to babysit even with your upcoming exams the next morning. you had offered to drop off the leftovers of your neighbors to their family members three blocks down in the middle of dinner time when you could easily be out on a friday night. how couldn’t bangchan be interested in you?

you were selfless (other than your plan of hating him), an angel in disguise, but he couldn’t figure out what he had done wrong to make you loathe a person so much that you couldn’t even look at him when you ran into each other at the supermarket.

so he finally mustered up the courage to approach you, confront the way you had been towards him, confess his feelings towards you, and ask you on a date.

now here you were, in the hallway of your apartment, kissing bangchan.

it was really only supposed to be a simple peck on his lips—a thank you, a huge apology and a ‘i hope you don’t hate me back that you’ll never want to talk to me or go on a date with me again’ all in one—but when you saw the way his eyes clouded with tenderness before you could press your lips to his, you knew that it was bound to be more.

but before anything could become anything more, before your lips could get any more swollen from kissing him, before letting purple marks blossom on the expanse of your neck, he pulled away, resisting the temptation you were so easily giving into. there was no way he could do something so fast, so quickly into a blooming relationship. he wasn’t like that, and he knew that neither were you. bangchan knew that you were just overtaken by your previous, present, and future feelings—and maybe the feeling of his lips.

so he gazed down at you, holding you at your waist as if nothing else in his life was important. the tight grip of your hands on his shirt and the way your hair looked after he had run his fingers through it nearly made him kiss you so passionately again, but he stopped himself.

so bangchan made your heart flutter again but opted to cup your face and press a small kiss to your forehead instead.

“since we both know you don’t hate me anymore, let me take you out on a date again tomorrow,” he said.

gaining your approval, he let you walk him out, taking your hand and kissing your knuckle, and retreating to his home across the floor.

[nightimedaydream]

10:34 pm, megumi repeatedly kissing your face in his sleep and you're suffering because??? HIS KISSES ARE DROOLY???? AND HE KEEPS MURMURING "lub ya" and other slurred love yous

really needed this after my tiring ass day </3 where’s gumi to give me my kisses when i need them :( 

5k Followers Event! — fushiguro megumi and sleepy wet kisses 

[10:34 pm]

he’s a heavy sleeper, you know this, learned it, adapted to it, grew to find it as endearing as everything else about him. it’s fascinating how sleep had once been a struggle for him, and any first or second or third attempt for him were always futile. the moment he finds himself in your arms, the feel of you beside him, your comforting presence, he sinks into the deepest slumber, and rarely anything can wake him, aside your disappearance. 

so it’s not unfamiliar to find yourself in a situation like this. megumi’s fast asleep, head tucked on your chest, his cheek pressed and squished as he sighs in his sleep. his arms are wrapped tightly around you, his hair tickling your face slightly as you rest your cheek against the top of his head. you have one arm wrapped around him, hand coming up to his hair to lightly twist at the strands. his mouth is slightly parted and you would find it gross if it genuinely wasn’t so adorable, but he’s drooling ever the slightest, completely passed out on you. his legs tangle with yours too, two of his trapping one of yours between his thighs, locking you to him. it really is so endearing how clingy he gets sleepy. 

it really isn’t unfamiliar, that is, until it is. 

megumi’s affectionate in his own ways. he has your go to drink order the local cafe memorized, as well as your smallest, littlest habits, like picking out food you dislike whenever you go out to eat and the tiniest details in your nightly routine. he has your birthday as his passcode, and a picture of the two of you as his lockscreen. when you’d told him your favorite color, he saw it everyone, from the bookstores to the restaurants to nature in general. when you told him you loved him, he replayed it in his head for nights in a row, and he continues to to this day. he shows you he loves you by taking a picture of something random and sending it to you, telling you it reminded him of you. he shows you he loves you by the way he listens to you when you talk, when you rant, when you lose yourself in something passionate. he shows you he loves you by the way he relaxes and eases up in your arms, only in your arms. 

megumi loves quietly. 

so it really is a surprise when he shifts and cranes his head back, cheek sliding along your chest to your arm. his head lolls back and he sighs, before he nuzzles forward lips pressing to your jaw, to your neck, to your cheek. you’re about to laugh, about to tease and ask him what he’s doing, until you realize, he’s not even fully awake. his eyes are still fully closed, so he’s not entirely conscious yet. this is really just— instinct. 

he presses his lips to your skin again, kissing sloppily. his arms tighten around you as he kisses more of your skin, trails along your cheek and down to your jaw, by your ear, to your neck. they’re such wet kisses, barely even count as that. he’s just pressing his lips and puckering them up, but not really kissing. in between, you can hear the slurred, “love you,” and “pretty, pretty, love you,” and you melt. 

his hands are squeezing at your body, legs shifting up and down to feel up on you, and he continues to kiss all along your face and neck. “love you, love you,” and “pretty, pretty, pretty,” are being chanted like prayers, and you’re flushed red, chest full of warmth and love unlike any other. his words slur even more together, sounding less and less coherent by the second as his fidgeting lessens, and as he settles down a little. he’s sighing, mumbling slightly underneath his breath as his head falls on your chest again. 

and when he’s fully settled, fully back asleep again, you bring your other hand around, pressing it to his cheek, leaning down, and kissing the top of his head, against his soft, dark hair. “love you, pretty,” you recite after him, pressing one last kiss to his forehead. 

[nightimedaydream]

“This is so pathetic”

Synopsis: In which you and Megumi get really touch starved after not seeing each other for too long 😌

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: reposting this cause the last one got super blocked! It got no likes at all omg

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You laid in Megumi’s bed squinting up at a textbook you were supposed to be taking notes on. As you stared all the words blurred together the longer you went over them and Itadori’s mumbling as he read aloud made you lose focus.

You sighed before reaching over the bed to tap his head. “Itadori can you please read in your head.”

Nobora clicked her tongue from across the room, “You’re almost an adult and you still can’t read in your head!?”

“I can’t help it, it helps me focus better.” He whined.

“Well if you could, could you just,” you pinched your fingers, “quiet down a little more, I’d love that.”

“If you could read in your head I’d love that.” Nobora grinned.

As Itadori pouted you moved the text book up and down, trying to see if a change in movement would do you better. You squinted, glared, flipped pages, whatever, no matter what the words continued to jumble.

You dropped the book and looked over to Megumi, he sat at his desk effortlessly writing away. It looked as though he did this daily, skimming his eyes over the pages and flipping within seconds. He had filled notes piled all over his desk in messy, but organized stacks.

You turned your head to the few sheets of notes you took, with margins full of doodles. You had to write so much more information.

If only you, Nobora and Itadori hadn’t slacked off all day watching movies, you would be at the same level as him. Or better yet, finished!

You popped some candy Itadori bought into your mouth. You had all been studying for hours, you figured it could be time for a bit of movement.

You hopped over Itadori’s legs to the door, “I’m gonna get a drink from the vending machine, anyone wanna come?”

Nobora shook her head, “I’m good, can you bring two sodas for me though?” She fluttered her eyelashes until you rolled your eyes and held your hand out. She squealed before placing some quarters in your palm. “You can keep the change!”

“Thanks.” With what she gave you, you’d have enough change leftover to throw one penny at someone's car. “Anyone else?”

Megumi stood from his chair while Itadori looked up from his game, “I'll go.” They said at once.

They turned to each other, Itadori’s face full of interest while Megumi’s was full of anything but that. You didn’t like being around people for a long period of time, but he really didn’t like it. Especially when they were in his space for this long.

He did tell them to “go somewhere” but like usual you all didn’t listen and procrastinated all day. Leaving a loud group of teens within Megumi’s quiet space was torture, you swore if you squinted you could see him twitching every time anyone talked.

You looked between the boys, Megumi probably needed an excuse to go outside. You hoped Itadori would somehow get that.

Itadori cocked his head, not reading the room. “Nice! It’ll be the three of us the—”

Before he could finish Megumi already slipped out and slid the door shut, leaving Itadori hanging with his mouth open. Nobora laughed at him.

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The two of you walked in silence, Megumi thinking and you in your own little world. The sounds of your footsteps echoed as you walked along the pavement.

He wondered what you were thinking about as you hummed and blew on your hands. Your sweater didn’t have any pockets so you kept pulling your sleeves over them.

“Are you cold?” Megumi asked.

You nodded but continued to rub your hands together, “But we might get caught if we hold hands.”

The two of you were dating. Very secretly, only being romantic whenever you had definite private places to kiss and hold hands. If it was in public it would be you giving a quick peck to his cheek or his hand slipping into yours.

You two wanted it to be a quiet relationship, at least until your friends and teacher happened to catch you guys, which you were both very careful to avoid. He figured as soon as the group found out it would be full of so much chatter and teasing, something you both weren’t too interested in dealing with at the moment.

He flicked his eyes around the building then held his hand out, “No ones here.”

“Are you sure…? What if Gojo comes out of nowhere?” You checked your surroundings as you whispered.

The two of you silently listened for any rustling or footsteps of some kind. He continued to glance at you while your eyebrows pushed together, when you were focused on something he thought you had the sweetest expressions.

Even you looking frustrated made him feel soft, like today when you struggled with that book. It was cute and he couldn’t help but look at you every so often, whenever someone looked back at him he would turn and start writing something random down. He had a few piles of paper with random crap all over it… he really hoped Nobora or Itadori didn’t check his notes while he was gone.

He looked down at the hands by your sides, at this point he didn’t care if the relationship got exposed to everyone.

“Please.” He mumbled.

You pulled on your ears, leaning forward to hear him again. “Huh, what’d you say?”

He squirmed the longer you looked at him. “I didn’t say anything...” he looked away the closer you got to his face.

“You didn’t? I thought I heard you say something.” You backed down, teetering on your toes.

“I…” his tongue tied as he tried to spit out what he wanted to say. It felt like he was confessing to you all over again. He internally groaned as he lost courage to say the words that he felt were too embarrassing to share. “This is so pathetic…”

You grinned, “What are you trying to say? Is it that bad?”

He shook his head, covering his mouth as he circled his brain about how to say his thoughts. Get it together! You two are dating. This shouldn’t be that hard to express, why was he struggling so bad with this?

He glanced down at your hands, flickering his eyes between your face and them. You were shivering and he wanted to do something nice, and he also kind of didn’t see you all day. So he didn’t understand why it was so embarrassing to admit it.

You followed his gaze down before twisting your hand around. “Are you trying to ask if you can hold my hand?”

He frowned, it was even more embarrassing for you to catch onto him...

“So that’s what it was?” You pulled his hand away from his mouth, pulling it up to your lips. “That’s not bad, it’s cute.”

You gave a quick peck to his knuckles, making him let out a flustered noise he tried to eat up with a cough. His brows knitted together as he tried his best to look away, he must have felt overwhelmed or something, your hands were cold but so much warmth spread through his arm.

You two hadn’t held hands in so long, it was like that first sip of drinking cold water on a hot day. You were refreshing, well needed company after a long day.

He intertwined your hands correctly, fingers wrapped up in each other, held inbetween the center of you both.

“I missed you.” He whispered.

You grinned as you squeezed his hand, “I missed you too.”

He let out a sigh, letting the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile as you two stared at each other. The crickets cooed and the wind wisped soundly against the grass, if you listened closer you could hear the whirring of cars on the main roads.

You turned your head closer to his, looking up to him as you cupped his cheek. Your eyes danced over every feature of his face as he looked down at you with his glossy, painted like eyes.

He leaned down, fluttering his pretty lashes shut as you pulled him in closer. Up until your lips touched, a light butterfly kiss that felt like a small cloud graced your face. You could feel him smiling the second your lips touched, his hands moved to your waist, pulling you in just a tad bit deeper.

Your lips were soft, pushing onto his with a gentle squish. He was a little too excited for this. But who could blame him? With the way you touched him it made him warm on the inside, you had him wrapped around your finger with every smooch.

You grazed his cheek with your hands pressing kisses all over his face. He felt himself go weak under your fingertips, every press of your lips against his face made his heart rise into his throat.

How did he get someone like you?

This felt right to him, pulling you away from friends for a night time kiss felt needed. You pulled away, tapping his cheeks while he blinked his eyes open.

His eyes glided over your features, the moon highlighting every lovely aspect of your face. He ran his thumb over your cheek, making space, about to give you one more kiss before he heard a gasp.

“Fushiguro you creep! What are you doing!?”

The two of you flipped around to see Nobora with Itadori trailing right behind her. Itadori’s face dropped open while Nobora’s face twisted into itself.

“Yeah Fushiguro, get it!” Itadori pumped his fist up and down.

You were blinking and taking in your surroundings, one second you were being romantic with your boyfriend, the next you were caught by your friends. You looked between the two wondering where they even came from.

“Why are you guys out here?”

“I didn’t tell you what sida to get and you two were taking a long time!” Nobora pinched your cheek until you apologized.

You rubbed the side of your face as you checked your pocket for change, you forgot she sent you out here. You were too caught up in this quiet boy’s eyes to realize people could have gotten suspicious if you didn’t hurry.

You sighed, nothing you could do now, Itadori was already embarrassing Megumi and you couldn’t help but giggle. As hectic as this situation was, at least now you two could show a tad more affection in public. Nothing more than holding hands, but this reaction from the two wasn’t bad.

You cocked your head, though sweet, this situation felt a little too calm… you looked around as you thought of something that was missing in this situation, like an almost full puzzle piece with one left to fill.

Itadori sighed, “I can’t believe Fushiguro started dating before us…”

“Right it’s not fair…” Nobora nodded solemnly.

Megumi scoffed as the two moped. Scolding them for ‘not minding their business’ as you laughed at them. It was so cute seeing your friends like this over your secret relationship, you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit happy your secret was released.

That was until you heard shuffling from around the corner. You all turned your heads until you heard a voice.

“Did I hear Megumi and dating in the same sentence?” Gojo slipped from the deep dark shadows below, a goofy smile wrapped around his cheeks.

Ah there it is, the missing piece.

[nightimedaydream]

always a bigger bed to crawl into (megumi fushiguro x reader) (wc: 950+)

“going to sleep in separate beds, sneaking into each other’s for some snuggles” - inspired from this list of prompts

“Megumi.” 

He thinks he’s dreaming when he vaguely makes out the soft whimper of his name. Granted, it’s not uncommon to hear your saccharine voice echoing through his head in the middle of the night.

As he’s about to drift off into a deeper slumber, a second and more harsh “Megumi” pulls him from his hazy state. He slightly sits up, now fully convinced that the noise was no dream and is in fact coming from inside of his room. 

He firmly rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness encompassing his bedroom. In the shadows of his doorway, he’s just barely able to make out your silhouette, cowering a bit apprehensively as you fiddle with your fingers. If it were anyone else, he would’ve been a bit alarmed—but he knows your shape like the back of his hand, even through blurry eyes and darkened shades. 

“What are you doing?” he tries to ask gently, but it comes out a bit agitated through the gruff of his sleep-induced voice. You know him though, so you know it’s gentle in his mind and coming from his heart. 

“Are you asleep?” your small voice—now whispering as if you didn’t already wake him up—finds his ears and he can’t help but feel his cheeks heat up at your sweet inquiry. It’s in this moment that he’s extremely grateful for the lack of light in the room, as it successfully hides his fair yet blushing skin. 

“Wouldn’t be answering you if I was,” he slightly grumbles, resting his head back down on his pillow but keeping his eyes on you. 

He doesn’t think you can actually see that his eyes are open, but they are. And he wants you to know that they are. That he’s listening to you, regardless of the nonsense that you’re spewing. 

“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry,” you begin, but Megumi is quick to cut you off. 

“No,” he reassures, shifting his weight and sitting up again.

“I was awake,” he wasn’t. 

“It’s fine,” because it’s you.  

There’s a moment of silence that neither of you break. Megumi can hear the ratting of his ceiling fan as it lazily spins a light breeze throughout the room. The few feet separating you from his bed feels like light years as he tries to focus in on your shadowed figure.

He thinks you’re nodding your head, but he can’t really tell since his eyes have yet to get accustomed to the darkness. He waits for you to say something, but you don’t—so the ball is in his court and he panics. 

“Are you okay?” he abruptly asks.

But your voice overlaps and interrupts his nervous mannered question. 

“Why were you awake?” you attempt to flip the attention on him. 

He sees right through your act (much to your dismay) and doesn’t entertain it. Instead, he decides to answer your question with one of his own.

“Why are you in my room and asking me a million questions at-” he glances over to his bedside table’s digital alarm clock, the letters red and bright in his face read, “-1:36 in the morning?”

He can see your face a bit clearer now, because he sees your mouth open and close as if you’re debating saying something. He waits for your inevitable excuse or your quick yet teasing remark, but your nervous stalling fails as he’s met with another apology. 

“I’m sorry,” quietly and quickly falls from you lips, “I couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d see if you were having the same problem.”

Truthfully, he wasn’t. Megumi was sleeping as if angels had cradle-rocked him to bed. He was blissfully dreaming of you—quick and abstract glimpses of your smile and eyes forever haunting his thoughts, awake or asleep. 

But in this moment, as he observes your doe-eyes flicker with anticipation and he hears your voice slightly tremble as you bare yourself to him, he lies. Megumi is willing to pretend he was awake if it means easing your worries and having you curl up beside him underneath his navy covers.  

“Fine,” his heart races as he shuffles over from the middle of the bed to the left side, “C’mere.”

He flips over his blanket, opening it up to you as an offering. You can practically feel the warmth he’s radiating and you want nothing more than to sprint over to where he lays and join him—but something in you causes you to hesitate.

Maybe he doesn’t want you here. Maybe he’s offering his bed to you out of pity, because you came crying like a baby to him in the middle of the night. Maybe he thinks it’s pathetic, maybe he feels obligated to-

“D’you wanna lay with me or d’you wanna stand over there ‘til morning?”

His question interferes your stream of worries as he watches you with narrowed eyes and messy hair. He looks so cozy—so sweet and domestic and in reach of your grasp.

“Lay with you,” you meekly respond. 

That’s all it takes for Megumi to be opening his arms for you to enter his embrace, nodding his head for you to come his way.

He lets you crawl in and get comfortable, fluffing the unused pillow next to his head and shimmying your way beneath his thin sheets. You choose to settle down in his arms with your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat speed up when you lean on him, but you ignore it for his sake. Maybe you’ll tease him for it tomorrow morning.

His cold yet surprisingly soft hands snake their way around your waist, one arm underneath you and the other gently resting on top of your hip. He thinks about teasing you for the dead arm he knows he’ll wake up with. Maybe tomorrow morning, he decides.

“Good?” He whispers into your hairline once you’ve stop squirming, a signal that you’re finally comfortable where you lay. You feel his lips leave a few pecks into your hair.

“Yeah, thank you,” your response is soft, muffled by the cotton of his t-shirt pressed against your lips, “M’tired now.”

The breath from his laughter tickles your temple—for someone who couldn’t sleep, you sure are quick to tire once you’re within his hold. But he doesn’t mind in the slightest, he actually prefers you here with him, rather than alone in your own room. His bed feels far too big without you in it.

“Goodnight, Megumi,” he barely hears you utter.

He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t need to. Because his lips softly resting on the crown of your head paired with the gentle squeeze of your hip is enough to feel his love.

While he prefers going to sleep with you already in his bed, you sneaking in might be a close second.

[nightimedaydream]

f. megumi + "i don't want to leave, but i have to go."

— gn!reader, fluff

— requested by @zorotits for my five seconds flat event

Megumi isn't one for loud expressions of love. He prefers a soft kind of affection— the type when the sun has just begun to say hello to the clouds, the type when the air is cold and crisp and your bed sheets are oh-so-warm in comparison.

Unruly, black hair tickles the back of your neck as he burrows into your shoulder blade. His chest presses flush against your back as his arm reaches past you to snooze your alarm for the third time.

You have early classes every Wednesday— he knows this— yet he puts up the same fight every time. Snaking his arm around your torso, he offers no means of escape.

"I've got an exam today, Megs," you whine, partly because you really need to get going, and partly because you really don't want to. "I can't be late." In trying to peel his fingers from your waist, he only grips harder, and you can only get so far as to turning onto your back.

His chest rumbles dismissively, and you can feel his boyish pout on your skin. "One more minute," he tries, words muffled by the cheek smushed into his pillow. His arms tighten around you with a sleepy sigh. "It'll give you good luck."

"Oh, is that how that works?"

Megumi hums an affirmative, "You didn't know?"

"Megumi."

You're answered by snores that you know are definitely fake.

"Fushiguro."

Cracking an eye open, he gives you a half-hearted glare and pulls you closer, tugging the blanket further over your bodies. "Another minute just for saying that," he grumbles, breath hitting your neck in a way he knows makes you squirm.

"Oh, would you—" you attempt, but your protests die in your throat, succumbing to the fluttering kisses he's currently pressing into your skin. "I don't want to leave, but I have to go. I'm going to fail if I don't show up today, Megs."

In the silence, the air conditioner hums, and bed sheets rustle as you turn around in his hold. Sunlight creeps through the blinds, scattering odd shapes across the wall as you follow the slow rise and fall of your boyfriend's chest.

You're about to poke him when dark eyes finally open to meet yours. He pouts at the expectant look on your face.

Playfully, you roll your eyes at the pillow creases on his cheek and the foggy look in his eye. "Morning, sunshine," you whisper, bumping noses when your lips find their way to his— as they always do.

"G'morning," he mumbles, eyelids drooping closed once more. Nimble fingers find their way under your shirt, fingertips tracing meaningless shapes onto sleep-warmed skin.

A beat passes.

"Are you going to let me go?"

"I'm thinking about it."

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alone | fushiguro

there’s no explicit rule against sharing dorms, so what’s the harm?

fushiguro megumi x reader

word count: 1.1k

ever since i saw that brief scene of him sleeping in that one episode, i could not stop thinking about it

“Megumi?” There was the sink of the mattress under your weight as you carefully peeled back the corner of the blanket, one knee on the edge of the bed—a steady arm allowed you to lean forward to get a better look at him, heat radiating from his body the closer you got.

Dark blue shirt partially ridden up to reveal his back, Megumi was a sight to see—a beautiful sight to see that was. He was on his stomach, hands resting in loosely curled fists next to where his hair was splayed out on his pillow.

He wasn’t even facing you, yet this view of him made it hard to resist instantly climbing in next to him and pressing your face to the crook of his neck—you had missed him for the whole half an hour you had spent in your own dorm room getting ready for bed before you had tip-toed into his room (plus the entire rest of the day where you were oh-so-close to him, yet refused to make a move in front of the others). He always left the door unlocked for you despite the very real threat of Yuuji bursting in unwelcomed instead.

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Logan: I will stand up for Oscar here! He is definitely not as bad as Alex said

Oscar: THANK YOU

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YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME ❥ bang chan

❥ summary: you were glad for the early hours where you had chan all to yourself

❥ pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

❥ genre: fluff. idol!au.

❥ warnings: established relationship. really mushy. set in a coffee shop but it's not really mentioned at all. kisses. cuddling at the end. lmk if i missed anything.

❥ word count: 617

❥ a/n: i love channie so so much. bang chan the man you are. comments and reblogs are appreciated. (dividers by @/cafekitsune)

you swore your eyes had long turned into hearts as you watched chan. his hand was busy writing down lyrics, before pausing and scratching them out. you, however, were admiring the unique way the sun caught on his jawline. your eyes drifted to his hand, the scribbling of the pen becoming white noise as you traced the prominent veins. your gaze went up to the lines of his nose and cheekbones. the soft, but strong structures and skin were shadowed delicately in the morning sun.

he always looked so soft to you, it was something you couldn’t quite place your finger on. whatever it was, he just embodied the feeling of home and constant warmth. a feeling of comfort you craved throughout the day. you found yourself melting into his reassuring presence, curling itself around you soothingly. it got to the point where you could tell how he was feeling just from the sheer amount of time you’d spent watching him, studying those pretty brown eyes of his.

you laughed yourself from your idle daydreaming when the sound of pen on paper stopped, the clinking of the metal pen hitting the wooden table letting you know he was taking a break. he darted his eyes up to your own when he heard the noise, and he felt himself grow bashful when he saw you were already looking at him. you held your head in your hand, smile soft and warm. your eyes were so fond, it was hard for him to believe it was all for him.

you tilted your head, moonstruck with the way he glowed in the morning sun. “what?” he questioned, quietly as if not to break the quiet bubble surrounding you both. you could only watch in awe as his eyes sparkled, like the brightest night sky. his lips parted, a whole-hearted smile tugging at the plushness when you answered him.

“i just wanted to let you know that i love you.”

you said it so easily, so genuinely, it made his chest hurt. it rang from your lips like the sweetest bells. you smiled at his shy laugh, only hoping he knew that you’d bet your whole life away just to tell him how much he shined. for just a chance to tell him how clear he made your skies. he hoped you knew that no matter how many times you said those three simple words, it would always mean the world to him. it would always light the fire within him anew.

you reached out for his hand, bringing it to your lips. you placed small kisses, delicate little things, on each knuckle. his cheeks bloomed with pinks, his other hand coming up to cover his mouth. he suppressed a squeak when you turned his hand over to press a kiss to his palm. if he were a cartoon, he’d have little hearts floating around him, he was sure. he felt like he was on fire, love wasn’t enough to describe the emotion festering within his heart.

he pulled his hand away from his mouth, letting a full smile stretch his lips again. he pulled you closer, leaning his head on your shoulder, grinning somehow wider when you rested your head on his. his notebook lay forgotten for now, as chan chose to bask in this tender moment with you. it was one of the few he had left, he didn’t have much time left with you with the tour coming up. so instead of worrying about work, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“you mean the world to me.” he whispered, and you smiled brightly in the corner booth you were huddled together in. yes, he loved you too.

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MARK ON EXPECTATIONS FOR HIM VS. HIS BROTHER ✦ NCT 127: THE LOST BOYS EP. 1

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