#kid megumi

[momowritings]

Hide-n-Seek

something nice and fluffy for the love of my life

You were watching tv on your bed when you heard feet slapping the floor to see Megumi dashing into your room but slowly closing the door so that it wouldn’t slam. He clawed at your sheets to haul himself on the bed and you looked at him curiously.

“What’s going on, kiddo?”

“Daddy,” huff, “tryming,” another huff, “ta get me,” Megumi finally got out.

“Oh? You’re playing hide and seek?”

Megumi nodded furiously and you tapped your finger on your chin.

“Well you can’t hide in the bed, he’s gonna get you easy peasy.”

“Easy peasy?!”

“Yeah, so here’s no good,” you shook your head. Now Megumi took on a serious expression to plan his next move.

“I can hide in your closet!” Megumi’s face lit up, and you nodded in agreement. “You have so many clothes he’ll never find me!”

“Alright then hurry, go! I think I hear him coming,” you said, and you watched him flip off the bed with such speed you almost lunged to catch him, but of course all small toddlers obtained ninja like skill when hide and seek is involved. He thumped away into your side of the closet just as Toji walked in.

“Have you seen him?” He asked you.

“Seen who?” You lazily pulled your eyes away from the tv and looked at Toji. His face was slightly flushed like he was running all over the house to find Gumi.

“Our son, doll, where is he?”

“I’m no snitch, find him yourself,” you teased. Just as you said that you both could hear Megumi’s muffled giggles.

Toji slowly turned his head to the direction of your closet and smiled. Megumi didn’t even close the door. You tried to stifle your own laugh as Toji slowly approached the space.

“So you haven’t seen him around at all? Where could Megumi be hiding then?”

“I have no idea,” you mused, but Megumi’s laughs only got louder.

“I’ve checked the kitchen, the guest bedroom, and the garage, and he wasn’t in any of those places.”

“Did you check the attic?” You stalled.

Toji looked back at you as another burst of giggles came out from the closet. “You’re right, I’ll go check there right now.”

Toji stomped in place to make his footsteps heavy but stood right behind the closet door and waited for Megumi to crawl out.

“Mommy, he didn’t even— Ah!”

Before he could finish his sentence Toji swooped down and tossed him into the air, making him squeal on his descent down. Toji threw him up a couple of more times till Megumi was breathless, and then unceremoniously dropped him on the bed next to you.

“How did you find me?” Megumi whined, but he still has a bright smile.

“Mommy gave your base away,” he shrugged.

“I did not!”

“Yes, you did,” Toji said, and crawled on the bed and hold you both on either side of him.

“Maybe next time you’ll win, Gumi,” he said as he patted his back, but the little kid was already fast asleep.

“It’s crazy how they do that,” he muttered, and you shook your head at him.

“Next time, I’ll make sure that he’ll win,” you challenged.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Toji said grinned down at you before placing a kiss on your forehead.

[ackermans-angel]

Imagine holding satoru and lil megumi to your chest as you fall asleep at night. Both of their body’s sprawled across the mattress and sandwiching your body between them as they hide their faces in your neck. Your two pretty boys safe and sound, sleeping peacefully🥺

[strawmates]

⚠️ JJK 210 ❗❗

KID MEGUMI WITH DAD GOJO I -🥺💗 HE'S SO ADORABLE —

AND NOBARA CRUMBS!!!! 😭😭😭 GEGE IS THIS A SIGN SHE'S COMING BACK SOONER??!!!

[cupidscrule]

DAD GOJO HEADCANONS W/ BABY MEGUMI:3

Arts not mine idk the original sorry :(

Dad!Gojo would 100% try to be the 'cool dad' you wanna get ice cream after school even if you failed a test? SURE! But he is strict with some things like this man does NOT let his kid watch any movie rated 13+.

Dad!gojo would show up to the parent teacher conference after exercising a curse, he'd be all gross and then try to explain 'NO NO MRS, DON'T CALL CPS. I'M NOT A CRIMINAL THIS BLOOD ISNT MINE BUT-"

Dad!Gojo spoiled little Megumi so much it's not even funny, growing up after getting 'adopted' (basically kidnapped by a mentally unstable teenager who killed his bio father) if he even pointed at a toy he wanted Gojo just threw it in the cart no questions asked.

Dad!Gojo whenever he's asked 'wheres his Mom?' by random people, he totally makes up an entire tragic story on how he's a single dad after his girlfriend left him with a child.

Dad!Gojo squaring up at the other parents after saying he isn't Megumi's real Dad

Dad!Gojo bought 'how to raise a child ' book after getting Megumi, and still has them buried deep in a box

[thoughtssvt]

forever my shrimp

the small spaces between infinity pt. 1

a teen dad gojo and kid megumi hc/blurb

megumi was always so sure of everything. even at a young age anything that should've been questions were decisive statements.

"i'm going to be taller than you when i grow up." he'd said as he curled around satoru's head, sandaled feet lightly knocking on his chest, short arms wrapping around his forehead.

"heh? how are you so sure? i think you'll be a shrimp forever," satoru teased, shifting to make sure that megumi was secure on his shoulders.

megumi chewed on the inside of his cheek as his young mind filled with reasons that explained why he thought so, but all that came out was a small, "'m not a shrimp."

satoru barked out a laugh as he brought up a hand to lightly pinch at megumi's calf. "sure, sure, but who knows? maybe your old man is."

The Small Spaces Between Infinity masterlist

Innocence Protection Program masterlist

a papamin and kid yuuji series

Jujutsu Daycare

a series au of the jujutsu high students as young kids

[nightwalker6200]

Gojo “play” wrestling with an 8-year-old Megumi... 

throwing phrases out like, “You think you’re so tough huh, tough guy? Stand up then... Show me what you got!” 

He’s of course joking; Megumi ends up decking him in the eye or stomach, and Gojo “falls” to the ground dramatically like he’s seriously injured. Megumi starts panicking before Gojo breaks out in a fit of laughter. Megumi was stronger and faster than Gojo thought, but he was still a kid... 

I feel like they would horse-around a lot and as Megumi got older, the rules would change until they started sparring... 

[stinkysposts]

My first post on here! Just randomly got bored and decided to write a little something. Feel free to comment any feedback, this is my first time writing fanfiction and posting it ^^

18 year old Satoru x 18 year old reader

What happens when gojo brings home an unexpected surprise…

Not proof read!

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Gojo is an idiot. You know that. You’re used to his antics, foolish things he does without thinking. But even after all that you still managed to fall head over heels for the white haired sorcerer. How you haven’t been driven away yet, nobody knows. You’ve managed to brush off most of his tomfoolery, but there are some things that you just can’t ignore…

You’re lounging on the couch in you and Satoru’s shared apartment. With all work done for the day you’ve finally been given the rare opportunity to relax and spend some much needed time doing your favorite thing, absolutely nothing. Unfortunately for you though, the silence is quickly broken by the front door swinging up. You look up to see who exactly had the audacity to disturb your time alone and you see the sorcerer himself, beaming down at you from the doorway, thought you don’t notice the hint of nervousness in his eyes, hidden behind his black, round frames.

“Oh y/n, I have a lovely surprise!“ He smiles cheekily, you feel like you’ll never get used to his mischievous yet sunny attitude.

“Yes Satoru? What have you decided to bestow upon me today?” You reply sarcastically, rolling your eyes at him despite not actually being all that annoyed. As boisterous and obnoxious as he can be, he’s also great company…most of the time.

He notices your eye roll but decides to continue anyways.

“Well, since you asked so nicely, I’ve brought…something to show you…” You couldn’t help but notice the way his voice got more timid and that he trailed off. With your curiosity peaked, you peek over at him from your spot on the couch.

“Well? You’ve got me curious now, I’m waiting.” You look over at him expectantly. He quietly shuffles out of the way, revealing a little boy, no older than six, standing in the doorway where Satoru previously was. You chuckle nervously trying to process what exactly you were looking at.

“Umm….Satoru? What is this? What am I looking at…?” You stare in disbelief at the young boy. He has raven black hair and what seems to be a permanent scowl on his face.

“More like who!” He replies, a playful tone evident in his voice. “This little guy right here is Megumi Fushiguro, cute isn’t he?” As soon as he hears the word cute leave Satoru’s mouth, Megumi’s scowl intensifies and he crosses his arms over his chest. Satoru sees this and smirks.

“…Satoru, you have five seconds to start explaining why in the hell you brought a whole CHILD to our apartment, where you got him from, and what exactly you’re planing to do.” You could feel yourself getting more and more stressed out by your boyfriend. He could be spontaneous at times, sure, but you never expected something like this to happen.

Satoru perks up nervously, not wanting to find out what’ll happen if took more than five seconds to start explaining.

“Well…listen babe, I’m gonna be straight with you, this kid needs us-“ He’s interrupted by Megumi’s scoff and raised eyebrow.

“Oh please, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself!” You almost snicker at that, a tubby little six year old with crossed arms and a tiny scowl.

Satoru raises an eyebrow at this. “Seriously? You think you can take care of yourself with no adults around? Do you even know how to tie your shoes??”

Megumi proceeds to bend down, untie his shoe, and retie it. He stands up straight and looks at Satoru with a cheeky smirk.

“You were saying?”

Satoru rolls his eyes and looks back over at you.

“So…don’t freak out but…we’re kinda gonna be taking this guy in"

You jump up and immediately drag Satoru into the kitchen.

“What?!?! Are you crazy?! We’re both eighteen, how are we supposed to take care of a child!!” You look at him incredulously and despite trying to keep your voice low, you couldn’t help the slight rise in volume. Sure you two did have your own apartment, but that didn’t mean that you could just take in any random child off of the street. Satoru gently places his large hands onto your shoulders and looks you in the eye.

“Look, I understand why you’re upset. I didn’t give you any warning or heads-up to prepare for such a big life change. But I just couldn’t sit back and watch this kid’s life spiral. I mean, that child is the son of Toji Zenin, and since he’s no longer around…there’s nobody to care for Megumi. I couldn’t, in good conscience, let that kid go off to the Zenin Clan. Who knows what they would do to him. You understand me…right?” He looked at you with a sincere, almost pleading look, practically begging for just an ounce of sympathy from you. In truth, he was right. Now that he had explained the circumstances around this situation, it was hard to argue with him. There was also the option of sending Megumi off to an orphanage, but what would become of him then? He could be in the system for years with no real home to call his own, and if he did manage to get adopted, what would happened if his cursed technique manifested and he was outcasted for being able to see and do things that others couldn’t? The more you thought about it, the more Satoru’s actions made sense. But still….

You looked up at Satoru with a pensive expression written across your face.

“Satoru I see your point… but still! You can’t just bring children here without telling me first! If you had told me, I would’ve had time to prepare. Now I’ll have to quickly throw something temporary together so that Megumi has a comfy place to sleep tonight…” Satoru’s eyes lit up at your words.

“Wait…does that mean you agree? We can actually keep this kid??” You can practically see an imaginary tail behind him wagging excitedly. You sigh tiredly, your relaxing evening long forgotten by this point.

“Yes, we’re taken him in. It may be irresponsible…but I think it’ll work…right?” You looked at Satoru optimistically, hoping for reassurance. In all honestly, there was still a small cloud of doubt in the back of your mind but as long as you had him, you’d hopefully be okay.

Later, while you’re preparing dinner, your way of trying to make a good impression on Megumi, you hear some bickering from the living room. You peek your head in and see Satoru and Megumi practically wrestling over the TV remote. You sigh and shake your head, knowing that this is only a taste of what’s to come.

I feel so corny rn ngl 🥲

[totallyexhausted]

Megumi on Tsumiki’s phone: Hey, Gojo, you forgot to pick me up from school.

Gojo, his first week being a dad: ….Who is this??

[readgi]

Okay, so here's some of what I've written so far for my "big brother gojo" fic. I hope I managed to convey the non-siblings vibe well, actually in terms of interaction this is one of my favorite parts so far

And @hashtagloveloses I guess this is for you if you're interested in being updated in the process

("English is not my first language, feel free to point out any mistakes" and "No beta, we die like [spoiler]")

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"Oh? And what does it do, Tsumiki-chan?”

“It makes sounds and acts like a real pet, so you need to give him love and affection to keep him happy.”

“So it’s like a tamagotchi?”

By now Megumi is already beside them and sees the confusion on Tsumiki's face mirror his own.

"A what?" She asks.

“It’s a toy about this size,” Gojo starts to explain, standing up straight again as he uses his hands to gesture. “You take care of this virtual pet by pressing the buttons to give it food and affection, otherwise it'll die. Then you take it everywhere like a keychain so you can take care all the time, while it keeps making these little noises warning you to pay attention to it.”

“I’ve never heard of it” replies Tsumiki.

“That's because it's old, just like Gojo.”

"Hey!" He protests and Megumi holds back the urge to smile for being able to provoke him so easily.

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PS: it hasn't been posted yet, but I'm halfway through it (tho I am a very slow writer, sorry)

Anyway, hope anyone likes it even if it's a little out of context :)

EDIT: it's posted now! Here on ao3

[cowboy-doinggay]

* meguim at the age of 6 reading a zoo book about wolves *

Gojo: oh hey megs can you pick of you room it’s looking a bit dirty

Meguim: with this treasure I summ-

Gojo: uhhh fine I’ll clean your room this time but it’s the last time. And you can’t be using mahoraga on minor inconveniences,You hear me.

Meguim: yeah sure, next time I’ll clean my room. * still read the zoo book*

[k-martins]

do you think Megumi beat the first boy who laughed at him because of his "girl" name with his backpack?

I saw a child on Instagram doing it in such a casual and expressionless way that I immediately remembered Megs.

[momowritings]

Love Bites

You gave Toji Fushiguro a sweet tooth he doesn't want to get rid of.

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

Preview: Down the street Toji finally gets in his car and closes himself off from the nipping cold. He glances at the boxes of treats in the passenger seat and wonders what he would do with them. He doubts that Megumi would like them when they meet later today, so he would have to drop them off to the white haired freak he works with. He sighs and looks down at the scalding cup in his hand. He takes a sip and grimaces from the taste. 

“This is liquid fucking sugar,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t stop drinking it slowly through his drive. Toji figures he can continue to go to the bakery until he finally gets something that he likes. 

A/N: Fluff, grumpy x sunshine, found family, a little angsty but nothing too bad, marriage proposal, established relationship, (last chapter only: kitchen sex, creampie, oral- fem receiving)

Keeping my promise and slowly trying to bring my longer fics from ao3 over here. This was a short story that I wrote over the holidays. It's v fluffy and sweet, please enjoy!

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Chapter One: Apple Cinnamon Spice

“Thanks for stopping by. Tell your mom I said hey, okay?” You watch the young man leave with a box of cookies and wipe your hand clean. You turn away to tend to the oven beeping in the kitchen, placing the hot racks of muffins on the top of the cooling tray to drag out in the front, then grabbing the bottom trays to put in the out on display. Your glasses constantly slip down your nose and you make a mental note to get them tightened 

You move diligently in and out of the kitchen, the door constantly swinging from your movements, and you don't even notice the brooding man who has been watching you on the other side of the counter for at least a minute now. It isn’t until he moves and blocks the sunlight that is pouring in that you notice his presence and jump. 

“Oh my goodness I didn't even hear you come in! Welcome to our bakery! I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” you start, putting on your friendliest smile you can muster up. You push your glasses up again and get a better look at the man. He doesn’t speak, but you notice his sharp features and  the side of his lip that has a scar running through it twitches ever so slightly. 

“I could start you off with our classic double fudge brownies?”

He stares passively at you, making you falter. “Okay, how about our seasonal treats? We have caramel pumpkin cookies! Or how about our maple pecan mini pies?” 

“‘We… Our’,” he says, finally speaking up as you nervously grip the counter. “It’s just you.”

“Is that a question?”

“An observation.”

“Oh.” You take a closer look at the man and see that his hands have scars on them as well. He was dressed in a suit, no tie and had his jacket on, but that didn’t help your imagination to stay rational. Is he a gangster? you think. My god, Ezra, what did you do?

“How about a drink? We have normal coffees, but right now our apple cinnamon spice is the talk of the town!” 

“I’ll take one of each,” he grunts. 

“What?”

“Make it two of each,” his finger points at the display rack and the display at his knees. “Give me everything.” 

“Oh. O-okay. Do you want a drink with that?”

“The one that you mentioned.”

“The apple cinnamon spice latte?” You ask incredulously. 

He grunts again and that’s all the confirmation you were going to get. “Can I have a name for this order?”

“…Toji.”

“Thank you Mr. Toji,” you beam at him and his lip twitches again. “I’ll get your order out soon enough.” 

You quickly gather all his food, making sure to pick the best cookies and sweets you can find but still feel like it wasn’t good enough. You had filled up three boxes with treats before you finally completed his order, and then rushed over to make his drink. 

“Make it real hot for me,” he grumbles behind you. You look over her shoulder and nod, but it doesn’t get another response out of him. You ring up his order, absently pushing up your glasses, waiting patiently for him to pay. He hands you a roll of cash and your eyes widen in surprise. 

“That’s way too much, sir. You only owe me 61.75.”

“Share it between you and whoever is supposed to be here with you.”

“It’s just me,” you grimace. “I can’t accept this. However, I can take $61.75.”

Toji stares you down and you can feel your resolve crumbling beneath his gaze. Despite having green eyes, Toji’s were dark and unwavering. You weren’t sure how long you were stuck in his staring contest but he finally relents and hands you a single one hundred dollar bill from the roll. 

“Can you break this then?”

“Yes! Yes, I can do that,” you grin and hand Toji back his change, your fingers slightly brushing over his own. 

“So cold,” he murmurs and his eyes flicks to yours. Toji takes in the roundness of your face, your big brown eyes that seemed even bigger through the lenses, your full dusty pink lips. Your hair was held in a low bun under a hair net, but he would see a few curls springing through the holes, vying for escape. 

“Hmm?”

“My order?” He juts his chin out to the boxes and you scramble to get them for him. 

“Right. Sorry! Please, come back soon!” You wave him goodbye as he leaves, watching his broad frame disappear into the street. When you can no longer see him you release a deep breath, deflating behind the counter, all the stress from the interaction leaking out of you. 

“I really hope he doesn’t come back again,” you whisper to yourself, but you only have a moment before somebody else walks into the store and your smile stitches itself back on your face. 

Down the street Toji finally gets in his car and closes himself off from the nipping cold. He glances at the boxes of treats in the passenger seat and wonders what he would do with them. He doubts that Megumi would like them when they meet later today, so he would have to drop them off to the white haired freak he works with. He sighs and looks down at the scalding cup in his hand. He takes a sip and grimaces from the taste. 

“This is liquid fucking sugar,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t stop drinking it slowly through his drive. Toji figures he can continue to go to the bakery until he finally gets something that he likes.

Chapter Two>>>

[mvnelica]

some jjk doodles

[chokislurps]

Kid megumi practice sketches

[bbgthoma]

— I LOST MY DAD

word count. 465

a/n. this story is in megumi’s pov

My first dad. I have barely any memories of him. According to Gojo, I look like him a lot. Apparently, if my hair went down, instead of being spiky as it is, I'd look like a baby version of him. I have the same eyes and hair color as him, he’s just more muscular than me.

But I don't remember him. I don't remember what he looked like, nor how he acted. I don’t even know I don't remember anything at all.

I sometimes feel like he didn't care about me or Tsumiki at all. I mean, if he did, he would’ve been here for us, right? He would’ve been here for Tsumiki at her first day at middle school and here for me when I had struggles at school, like any father is supposed to. But he wasn’t there.

I lost my dad. My first one, my biological one.

My second dad, my real one, I lost him too.

He might not be my real dad. He might be just my adoptive father, but I see him more as a dad than my real dad. He might be very annoying, loud, childish and irresponsible, but he is still there for me, unlike my biological dad.

But now I lost him.

In the middle of this crowd of people that I don’t know of. I’m lost. I feel a knot on my throat and tears fill my eyes. I blinked them away, I didn’t want to cry. I don’t like crying, specially not in public.

I looked around, trying to spot white short and fluffy hair, trying to spot him. He is tall, so it shouldn’t be so hard, nevertheless the fact that I’m very short, but I still couldn’t find him.

Did he leave me behind? Did he not want me anymore? Did he forget about me? Does he hate me now?

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to cry. I want my dad back. I don’t want to lose him too.

Am I just meant to be without any father? Does life not want me to have any parental figure? Does life want me to be alone?

As I was getting lost in my thoughts, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I flinched. I slowly looked behind, to see the man I was looking for. I couldn’t hold them in any longer. My tears streamed down my cheeks as I hugged him. I hugged him so tightly, not wanting to let go.

“You scared me, dad” I said. He hugged me back and even picked me up. He apologized and wiped my tears away. He told me he loved me. He told me that this would be the first and last time that he’d lose his precious son.

[thoughtssvt]

everything's alright now

jujutsu daycare pt. 1

just yuji and megumi taking care of nobara when she falls and scrapes her knee at daycare

“It’s okay to cry, you know?” Megumi mumbled as he watched Nobara’s lip wobble, her gaze stuck to the floor just enough for her to ignore the scrape on her knee.

She sniffled hard, tiny shoulders scrunching up to her ears before speaking. “Why would I cry? It doesn’t hurt,” she grumbled, taking a chubby fist up to her face to wipe at her snot.

“KU-GI-SA-KIIII! FU-SHI-GU-ROOO!” Yuji's voice boomed louder as he ran closer, arm raised to the sky. He came to a halting stop, making sure not to tumble over his friends as he sprinted towards them. “I got… the bandaid… from Gojo-sensei…” He panted.

As soon as he caught his breath he knelt down in front of Nobara, handing each piece of garbage to Megumi before sticking the bandage on his friend. His tongue peeked out through his lips, eyebrows knitting tightly as he tried to keep the plaster from sticking to his fingers.

“There!” He pulled back with gleaming eyes when the bandage was thoroughly tacked to Nobara’s knee, though a bit haphazardly. “All better! At least that’s what Nanamin tells me, but I know it still stings a little.” Yuji smiled as he stood upright, earning a small nod from Kugisaki.

A sad type of silence hung over them, the children stuck in place, Megumi eyeing the tear in Nobara’s skirt and stringy rips in her tights. “Ieri-san has our spare clothes in her office, let’s go.” He said stoically, his concern only showing through his actions. Despite Nobara’s complaints they threw her arms over each of their shoulders, supporting her on their way to Ieri’s office, their acknowledgement of her limp harbored quietly in their heads in consideration of her personality.

“Don’t forget to tell your parents to pack a new set of spare clothes next week, okay?” Ieri reminded as she squatted down to Kugisaki’s height, ruffling the girl’s hair before pulling three lollipops out of her white coat. She passed the candy out to the children, a reward for Kugisaki’s bravery and the boys’ help. Their eyes shone at the sweet treat, their sadness dissipating.

“Let’s rub it in Gojo-sensei’s face that we got candy,” Nobara grinned mischievously, scurrying with her best friends in tow, giggling about how jealous their teacher would be and how they had no plans of sharing with him.

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Bonus:

“You’re an adult, Gojo. Go buy one for yourself,” Shoko sighed as she packed up for the day.

“Why should I?! You have one in our pocket, I can see it!” Gojo whined, “I was brave today, too! Look, I got a papercut during art time!”

Jujutsu Daycare masterlist

The Small Spaces Between Infinity masterlist

a dad gojo and kid megumi au

Innocence Protection Program masterlist

a papamin and kid yuuji au