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[niki-phoria]

LIGHT ME UP, JUST LIKE MAGIC

pairing: inumaki toge x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 603

notes: disclaimer that i don't know anything about jsl but i tried to keep it as accurate as possible, can't find a toge header ://, possibly ooc toge ??, apologies for my inconsistent posting lol i'm tired, title from &TEAM - FIREWORK

peace was never common within the halls of jujutsu high. from principal yaga’s regular scoldings aimed towards gojo to the repeated sound of fists meeting skin during training sessions, it wasn’t very often that you were given the opportunity to just be. to exist safely within the walls of the school, forgetting about the curses that are constantly trying to kill you - even if only momentarily. 

sunlight seeps in through INUMAKI TOGE’S open window, allowing a cool breeze to enter his dorm room. his phone lays forgotten on his bed playing a random playlist to fill the silence, though toge mostly ignores the music in favour of focusing on you instead. 

“how was your day?” your movements are smooth as you sign out the phrase, watching toge expectantly in case you make any mistakes. 

“it was good,” he signs back. “how was yours?”

“good.” toge smiles softly. it wasn’t common for people to make an effort to interact with him. at most, he was used to resorting to hand signals and scribbling notes down in order to get his point across. but here you were - using your free time to learn another language for him.

the idea that you would commit to the time consuming and often frustrating process of learning the intricacies of japanese sign language just to make communication with him easier makes toge’s cheeks warm and his heartbeat speed up. a warm feeling spreads through his chest. 

“i missed you.” toge raises an eyebrow, cocking his head at you. 

“salmon?” he teases. 

“shut up,” you mumble. “don’t make me regret telling you.” 

toge simply chuckles. he shifts slightly, hiding his overly flushed cheeks behind the hem of his school uniform. “oh, there was something else i wanted to tell you,” you say, nervously fidgeting with your fingers. your gaze has fallen from meeting his own eyes to the ground. 

toge reaches over to gently giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. he smiles softly despite knowing his face is mostly hidden, hoping that his hands holding yours are enough to calm the worst of your anxiety. “mustard leaf?”

instead of speaking like he was expecting, you slip your hands away from toge’s. you catch your bottom teeth between your teeth before signing, “i love you.”

toge freezes. his breath catches in his throat. butterflies swarm throughout his stomach as he watches you hesitantly repeat the signs with wide, unblinking eyes. 

“i love you.”

his face immediately flushes; a deep blush spreads up his neck and across his cheeks. even from behind the hem of his jacket, you can see the tips of his ears darken. “i hope i’m signing it right,” you chuckle, anxiously lacing your fingers together in your lap. “you don’t have to say it back. i just wanted you to know.”

toge’s heart beats wildly in his chest. his hands tremble slightly as he reaches out to cup your face before pulling you into a kiss. it’s messy - desperate. toge kisses you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. like he never wants to let go. 

your tinted chapstick stains the corners of his mouth when he pulls away. you press your forehead against his own; your arms snaking around his shoulders and wrapping around his neck. toge’s hand slips down to wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer. 

“toge,” you whisper. he takes the time to lean in, pressing a chaste kiss against the exposed skin of your neck. “i love you.”

toge smiles softly, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes once again. “love… you,” he murmurs before pressing his lips against yours once again.

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[niki-phoria]

I AM EATING UP UR WRITING!!! like bro I get so hyped when I get a notification that u posted cause ur writing is so SWEET? Reading it like it's like really sweet and like I love it sm...

THANK YOU SO MUCH !! this means so much to me <33

[niki-phoria]

STAY WITH ME / I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE

pairing: itadori yuuji x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: hurt comfort word count: 467

notes: part 02 of this fic but can be read alone kinda, yuuji cries, title from cigarettes after sex - k.

ITADORI YUUJI is speechless. for what feels like the first time in his life, he doesn’t know what to say. the world around him moves in a blur - shoko pressing her cool hands against his warm skin, removing the worst of his injuries in mere minutes; yaga pacing back and forth as he argues with somebody on the phone; a few of the kyoto kids rushing past him as they run to check on their own friends; you. 

you, standing in front of him, with wide eyes filled with unshed tears. you, covered in bruises and blood and dirt that your hands will obsessively scrub off once the chaos has calmed down a bit. you, who he hurt with his hands.

yuuji can all but feel the way your gaze lingers on the patches of blood seeping into his uniform and staining his skin. guilt racks through him like a freight train. of all people, how could he have forgotten about you?

“y/n,” he whispers. you smile softly as you move to sit down on the edge of his bed. when you reach up to cup his cheek, yuuji can feel you tremble slightly. he reaches up to wrap his hand around your wrist, letting his eyes close as he leans into your touch. 

your hand slips, trailing down until your fingertips brush against the newly forming scar that runs down the center of his face. yuuji’s eyes flutter open at the touch. “does it hurt?” you whisper.

“no,” he replies, his voice just as soft. 

you let out a sigh, - relief, maybe? - before closing your eyes. yuuji grits his teeth, trying to blink back the tears that begin to roll down his cheeks in waves. “how can you say that?” he whispers. his voice cracks. trembling hands grip onto your own as if you’ll disappear when yuuji lets go. “how can you even look at me?”

“yuuji,” you murmur. reaching up to rest your free hand against his cheek, you tentatively rub your thumb against the newly forming bruises littering his cheeks.

“i hurt you,” he interrupts. “i lost control and i hurt you. what if he-” he pauses, glaring down at the floor through blurry vision. yuuji’s voice drops to little more than a whisper. “what if he killed you?”

“yuuji.” your hands cup his face, tilting his head upwards until his gaze meets yours. “it’s not your fault. you did everything you could.”

leaning in, you press a fleeting kiss against the edge of the newly forming scar near his lip. a few stray tears sting at your own eyes. yuuji grips onto your uniform, his hands curling around the fabric. he hides himself away in the crook of your neck as you rub your hand against his back. “i love you, yuuji.”

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[niki-phoria]

Hello! It's one of my first times asking for something, so forgive me if it seems strange or if I spell something wrong! Feel free to ignore this too!

I was looking at your Jjk list and realized that our beautiful boy Yuuji doesn't have a story there yet, so I had an idea!

something like Itadori and Reader (gn or male) were in a fight together, and Sukuna ends up appering to deal with the whole situation, and as a result, he ends up hurting the reader on purpose to bother Yuuji, so he is left feeling very bad and guilty , so ends up “ignoring” reader, because he keep blaming himself

I only thought until this part (srry), I would like an ending with something cute and fluff ig? 👉👈 (i like angst with a happy ending)

WEREN'T WE THE STARS IN HEAVEN?

pairing: itadori yuuji x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: angst word count: 758

warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, poorly written fight scene

notes: thank you so much !! i hope you like it :)) split this into two parts to make it easier to write lol, possibly ooc sukuna but i did my best, title from adrianne lenker - anything

part 02 here !!

shibuya is empty. desolate, even. eerily so. even after spending only a few months in tokyo, ITADORI YUUJI had grown accustomed to the noise. the bustling crowds and noisy tourists had become commonplace - almost a comfort at the end of a long night. if nothing else, at least the people were safe. 

until they weren’t. 

your lungs burn as you race through the remains of shibuya station. the walls are splattered with a mixture of blood and curse remains. there are no longer complaints from people about being trapped inside of the station. there are no longer stray groans from mahito’s transformed humans. there are no longer screams of terror. 

you feel sick.

you force yourself to run faster when you see a figure standing in the distance, near what remains of the bathrooms. water seeps across the tiles from nearby, probably damaged in the midst of a fight. “yuuji!”

he doesn’t have a visible reaction. your footsteps slow to a stop as you take in the sight of him. his clothes are ripped and tattered but there are no visible injuries on his body. beneath the flickering lights above, you can just barely make out the blood stains littering his clothing.

“yuuji?” 

he turns to face you, smirking over his shoulder. you take a step backwards, shoes slipping on a puddle of water on the floor. there’s a dark glint in his eyes - one that you’ve never seen before. “not anymore.”

“sukuna,” your breath hitches. 

he frowns, mockingly pouting as he begins walking towards you. “that’s not how you should address your lord.”

anger flares in your chest. your hands curl into fists, nails digging into your palms. you grit your teeth, aiming towards sukuna’s jaw as you swing. 

he evades it easily, languidly pushing his hands into his pockets. “i’m hurt, y/n,” he mocks. “i can’t believe you would hit your own boyfriend.”

“shut up!” another swing. another miss.

sukuna laughs. he watches you with amusement; like you’re an ant beneath his foot he’s pushing around just for the sake of his own entertainment. 

he’s fast. almost faster than your own reflexes. your punches only ever meet air as he dances around you. “does it bother you?” sukuna asks. his breath ghosts against your ear as he leans in. “knowing that yuuji’s power comes from a curse. does it scare you?”

you swallow your insults, instead focusing your attention on aiming your punches at the right time. he frowns. “ignoring me now? that won’t do.”

sukuna raises his leg, swiftly landing a hit against your side. you’re barely given time to react before your body slams into the wall. 

the pain comes hard and fast. it’s agonizing. it feels like you’re on fire. every part of your body begs you to give up; to lay down and crumble into a ball on the ground. but you can’t. you won’t. 

blood pools in your mouth, dripping down the corners of your lips. debris surrounds you. you can feel pieces of rock and concrete digging into your hands as you push yourself up onto your hands and knees.

your attempts are quickly ripped away when sukuna kicks your side once again. you land on your back this time, staring up at the ceiling through blurry vision. your head aches. 

“pathetic human.” sukuna smirks over you. the heel of his boot digs into your chest, pushing your body down further into the rubble. your eyes flutter shut. if you’re going to die, you’re not going to give sukuna ryomen the satisfaction of being the last thing you see. 

the force of sukuna’s weight forces a weak cough out of your lungs. he raises his foot once again before he pauses, humming to himself. “i wonder what the brat would think of this.”

time seems to still as your consciousness begins to slip. you can feel yourself growing weaker. your breaths are shallower. it’s harder to get air into your lungs. your racing heartbeat has also slowed. it no longer pounds loudly in your ears. instead, a dull ringing has replaced the noise.

nothing feels real. yuuji is yelling your name. he’s on his knees; his face hovers over you. 

yuuji looks different. the black marks across his skin have disappeared, leaving only pale skin behind. hands that have the power to snap bones and destroy buildings are gentle as they cup your cheeks. he wipes away blood and dust and tears.

“yuuji,” you whisper. at least, you try to. and then-

the world goes black. 

shibuya is empty.

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[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ I KISSED THE SCARS ON HER SKIN / I STILL THINK YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL

kissing their cursed marks with itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, kamo choso

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), maybe ooc choso ?? he's a little insecure, sad yuuji, not proofread, header from pinterest, title from pierce the veil - a match into water

ITADORI YUUJI has the weight of the world on his shoulders. it’s a heavy burden to be the vessel of the strongest curse jujutsu sorcerers have ever seen - one that places an unrelenting amount of pressure on him to be perfect, lest the world be destroyed due to a moment of lost control.

yuuji moves in a daze as he trudges back to jujutsu high. some of the tension in his shoulders relaxes when he notices you, curled up on the couch in the common area, patiently awaiting his return.

you look up when he closes the door behind him, tossing your phone to the side. “long day?” 

yuuji sighs, all but collapsing onto the couch beside you. his head finds a place in your lap, resting against your thighs. “i had another meeting with the higher-ups.” 

you frown, gently beginning to card your fingers through his hair in the hopes of providing some comfort. yuuji looks up at you, unshed tears stinging in the corners of his eyes. “what if i lose control and he takes over again? what if i hurt you?”

“you won’t. and if you do, you’ll fight like hell until you get it back.” your fingers twist around strands of his hair; your nails gently massage against his scalp. yuuji closes his eyes when you brush your fingers against the small mark near his left eye. your touch is gentle - comforting. his breath hitches when you lean down, pressing a fleeting kiss against the scar. “i trust you, yuuji.”

INUMAKI TOGE’S hands burn as he wraps them around a hot cup of tea, feeling the warmth of the boiling water through the ceramic. his smile is hidden behind the hem of his jacket when you slip into the chair beside him, holding your own cup. 

underneath the golden glow of the kitchen lights, toge can see the fresh bruises littering your knuckles. he’ll have to remember to pick up some ointment the next time he goes out for cough medicine, he notes. 

“is your throat feeling any better?” 

“salmon,” toge nods. he tugs the hem of his jacket down just enough to expose his mouth before taking a sip of his now bearably warm tea. your own drink goes forgotten as you watch him, your gaze trained on the curse marks near his lips. 

“tuna?” toge asks, cocking his head at you in confusion. 

“everything’s fine. it’s just…” you softly smile, hesitantly reaching up to rest your hand against his cheek. toge watches with wide eyes when your fingers brush against the edges of his cursed mark. the skin is rough against your skin - permanently embedded with the mark of the inumaki clan. “you’re very handsome, toge.”

his face burns at the praise and toge has to resist the urge to hide behind the safety of his uniform again. 

but he doesn’t. 

instead, he leans into your hand, encouraging you to continue your ministrations. there are a million words lingering on the tip of toge’s tongue. but in the quiet of the night, nothing else needs to be said.

mornings with you were quickly becoming the favourite part of KAMO CHOSO’S day. waking up to your body curled up beside his; watching you carefully style your hair in front of the bathroom mirror; dancing around the kitchen together as you attempt to make breakfast - he could never get enough.

it was part of your routine. choso would watch you with an attentive gaze and a soft smile. today, however, was different. choso studies his reflection in the mirror, his eyes fixated on the mark stretching across his nose. 

“hey,” you whisper, placing a hand against his back. “is everything okay?”

choso relaxes a little at your touch before turning to face you. “do you think my curse mark looks weird?”

“no. of course not.” you furrow your eyebrows, cocking your head at him in confusion. “do you?” 

he remains silent, stealing another glance at the mark across his cheeks. “it’s just… humans don’t have curse marks. i thought you would prefer how i look without one.”

“choso,” you whisper. he can feel heat rising to his cheeks when you reach over to tilt his face to look at you. the edge of your thumb brushes against the edge of the mark; your fingers gently caress his cheek. he remains still when you slowly lean in, pressing a few stray kisses against his cheeks. “i love you. and your cursed mark. please don’t ever forget that.”

an unfamiliar warmth settles itself into choso’s chest. it’s a feeling he’s still not used to - how his heart beats faster around you. he softly smiles, leaning his cheek against your hand. “i love you too.”

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[niki-phoria]

Hello! First I want to say I'm happy for your 2k, you really deserve it.

Secondly, I wanted to know if you accept orders? Well, for the last few days I've been imagining a reader (male) who is teaching Jungwon how to skateboard (male reader skateboarder). It's okay if you can't do it! It's just something that came to mind.

YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO SEE THE MOONLIGHT / AND I JUST WANTED TO SEE YOUR SMILE

pairing: jungwon x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 354

notes: thank you so much !! i hope you like it :)) jungwon blushes a lot lol, small disclaimer that i don't actually know how to skate, title from wave to earth - light

“i’m gonna fall!” JUNGWON tightly grips your shoulders, nervously teetering back and forth on your skateboard. 

“you’re not gonna fall,” you chuckle. your hands rest gingerly against his waist, just barely above his hips. jungwon can feel the warmth of your hands through the fabric of his thin t-shirt, sending shivers down his spine and butterflies dancing throughout his stomach. “i won’t let you.”

a dark blush spreads across jungwon’s cheeks, staining the tips of his ears in a wash of bright pink. glancing down at the concrete below, he experimentally places one foot back onto the ground. you reassuringly squeeze his sides, smiling at him. “i’ve got you. i promise.”

with a soft nod and one last glance at the ground below, jungwon hesitantly pushes forwards until the wheels begin to glide across the concrete on their own. his shoes scrape against the grip tape as he readjusts his footing, trying to find a balance on the board. he cringes a little at the noise and his entire body feels tense, even as he slowly rolls to a stop, but his shoulders relax when you smile brightly at him. “how do you feel?”

“good,” jungwon replies, softly smiling back at you in return. his hands find yours, wasting no time in joining your fingers together. “it’s not as bad as i thought it would be.”

“i told you, it’s always scarier to think about than it is to do it.” jungwon freezes when you reach up to gently cup his cheek with your hand. your touch sends electricity coursing through him; you hold him captive with your gaze. he watches with wide eyes when you brush your hand against his cheek before carefully tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. his breath hitches when you lean in, just barely brushing your lips against his cheek - an act of stolen intimacy that makes his heart beat faster and his hands sweaty. 

“maybe next time i’ll teach you an ollie,” you tease. 

underneath the golden light from the streetlights above, only the stars bear witness to jungwon’s bright smile. “i would like that.”

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[niki-phoria]

RULER OF MY HEART / YOU ARE FOREVER BEAUTIFUL

pairing: kamo choso x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 457

notes: possibly ooc choso, not proofread, i've been consuming so much angst lately lmao this was written purely to make me feel better, title from VIVINOS - ruler of my heart

CHOSO is gorgeous. in the glow of the afternoon sun, his dark eyes remain trained on your tv screen, taking in the vibrant colours flashing across the screen at all times. you smile softly when he turns so his gaze meets your own. 

“you’re staring,” he says.

“you’re handsome,” you smile, chuckling quietly when choso looks away. the tips of his ears burn a bright red, just barely visible from behind his bangs. “can i play with your hair?”

choso furrows his eyebrows as he glances over at you once again. he cocks his head in utter confusion, trying to make sense of your words. “can you do what?” 

“play with your hair.” you shift a little closer to him, reaching up to push a stray strand from his bangs back behind his ear. “i just want to run my hands through it. i’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

“alright,” he nods. choso’s face flushes; a deep blush spreads up his neck and across his cheeks. “you can do whatever you want.”

settling himself in front of you, choso remains still as you carefully undo the ties holding his hair in place. the strands maintain a slight curl and are slightly crimped from hours of being tied in two buns. he tenses when you reach up, slowly beginning to run your fingers through the strands. 

choso’s hair is surprisingly soft and thick. the ends just barely reach his shoulders when not trapped in the confines of two buns. you smile when he begins to relax, unconsciously leaning into your touch. he allows his eyes to flutter shut, completely losing himself in the comforting feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

it’s an foreign feeling for choso - comfort. his fate had been decided for him as soon as the existence of a half-curse was confirmed. and yet, he had found himself relaxing in your small apartment, basking in the afternoon sun with his lover. being loved feels like the heat of a fire on a cold night - once it’s there, pulling away makes the sting hurt twice as much. 

the complexities of human relationships were strange to choso. he still didn’t quite understand the reason why he enjoyed when you would wrap your hand around his own or when you pressed kisses to his cheeks - just that it made him feel good. 

and, for a still unknown reason, your nails gently scratching against choso’s scalp also felt good. 

choso opens his eyes as soon as he feels your hands slip out of his hair. “please keep going,” he mumbles, guiding your hand back towards his head. “it feels nice.”

you softly chuckle beneath your breath, carefully entangling your fingers around the strands once again. “okay, love.”

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[niki-phoria]

Hii!! It’s been a while since I requested something here, but I had an idea yesterday soo 🎉

Okay, first I saw that in TXT’s comeback showcase Soobin was coughing a lot, so my idea was gn reader Taking care of Soobin because he’s upset because he got sick right on comeback day. He gets annoyed at first but ends up crying in your arms because his throat is sore and his nose is congested so he can’t sing well and feels like he’ll mess everything up.

I imagined it with soobin first but this would be really cute with Beomgyu too. Please do whatever you feel comfortable with. Thank you!!! 💕💕

BE MY ETERNITY, SAY MY NAME

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff/comfort word count 623

notes: thank you for requesting !! i just posted a soobin fic so i chose beomgyu for this one, i hope you like it <33 implied 06th member kinda, beomgyu cries a little bit, starting a 2k event pls consider checking it out !! title from txt - deja vu

“are you alright?” beomgyu’s tired eyes only meet your own for a second before he nods, brushing your concerns off with a simple “i’m fine” mumbled beneath his breath. you weren’t the first person who had asked him that dreaded question that afternoon, but you were the first person who called him out on the lie. 

beomgyu pauses when you reach over, gently resting your hand against his shoulder. he can feel the way your eyes study his features: red-rimmed eyes; sluggish movements; quiet, raspy words. all the tell-tale signs of the flu. 

“are you sure?” you’re closer now, reaching up to rest the back of your free hand against his forehead. beomgyu’s skin is slightly clammy and overly warm to the touch. “you feel really warm. did you catch a cold?”

“...i feel fine.” the words are hollow. beomgyu poorly stifles a cough beneath his breath - like his scratchy throat is karma for trying to lie to you. “my throat just hurts a little.”

you don’t believe him. he can tell by the way your eyebrows furrow just a little bit and how your hand has now fallen to his side, your arm wrapping around beomgyu’s waist to support him - even indirectly. “let’s take a break. you can lie down for a little while.”

you’re coaxing him to rest. to go to sleep - hopefully long enough to starve off the worst of the sickness before it comes. you won’t say the words outright because you know he’ll deny you in the hopes of making it through the rest of the week without having to mention how he feels like he’ll fall over if he stands upright for too long or how his nose is so stuffy that he can’t breathe properly. he knows exactly what you’re doing. 

but unfortunately for beomgyu, he can’t say no to you. and laying down for a while doesn’t sound like the worst thing right now.

“okay,” he nods, silently following after you. you smile softly when he agrees, slowly leading him towards your bedroom. beomgyu bites his tongue as you guide him towards your bed before you pull the blankets over him. he almost feels a little helpless - forcibly wrapped up in your covers and being unable to stand for more than a few minutes without becoming dizzy. 

he doesn’t protest when you slide into the empty space beside him. instead, beomgyu wraps his arms around you, leaning his face against your chest. you pull him a little closer in return, gently rubbing a hand against his back. “you don’t have to push yourself this hard, you know. it’s okay to ask for a break.”

he remains silent for a few minutes. you don’t ask for a response; your hand rubs soothing circles against his skin. your reassurance is given without any expectation for a response.

“i just… don’t want to let anybody down,” beomgyu whispers. he sniffles before nuzzling himself even closer to you, pressing his face against the crook of your neck. “we worked so hard on the comeback and now i can’t even perform it.”

“you could never let us down. i know how hard you worked for this, and so does everybody else,” beomgyu clings to you a little tighter when you move your hand upwards to run your hand through his hair. the strands are soft as you tangle them between your fingers. your nails gently massage against his scalp. “all that matters is that you try your best. and i know that you do.”

beomgyu doesn’t answer. at least, not verbally. he simply closes his eyes, letting your whispered reassurances fill the room and hoping you don’t mind the stray tears that occasionally land against the skin of your neck.

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[niki-phoria]

ᯓ✦⭑٠ ࣪⭑★⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝒀 𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑻 ━━ 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈-𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝟐𝐊 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

in celebration of hitting 2k followers (thank you !!) i've decided to open up an event !! it will run indefinitely (until i make an announcement about closing it). the event rules, characters, and prompts are listed below the cut !!

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

i only write for male/gn readers (this includes trans readers); fem reader asks will be denied

i will not write smut or hurt/no comfort content

i will write romantic or platonic relationships

fics will be written in second person

fics will be ~200 words per person/character

send asks with the character(s) and prompt (either from my list or create your own !!) clearly listed to my inbox

ex: "can you write gojo with "dancing in the rain" please"

posts will be tagged with #★⊹ ࣪ ˖ niki-phoria 2k event

please be patient !! i will do my best to write every request in a timely manner

feel free to send any questions to my inbox and i will answer them as soon as possible

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑...

jujutsu kaisen ━ itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta, gojo satoru, geto suguru, choso

enhypen ━ ot7

tomorrow x together ━ ot5

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (please choose 01-02 prompts per request !!)

dialogue

"come back to bed"

"did you eat today?"

"can i stay with you tonight?"

"i brought you something" "why?" "it reminded me of you"

"you're blushing"

"i'm here. i've got you"

"is that my hoodie?"

"you're staring" "you're pretty/handsome"

"you remembered?"

"i thought i had lost you"

"just let me take care of you"

"i hate you" "you love me"

moments

playing with/styling their hair

wiping their tears away

patching up their wounds

dancing in the rain

stealing bites of their food

helping adjust their outfit

stargazing

falling asleep together

caring for them when they're sick

sneaking out to see them

waking up next to them

tropes

friends to lovers

secret dating

forced proximity

childhood friends

oblivious best friends

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⋆｡°✩ YOU LOOK SO PRETTY / PRETTY LIKE THE SUN

sweet moments with fushiguro megumi, itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), first jjk reaction post !! this was so hard to write ngl, header from pinterest, title from tom odell - black friday

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI is in love with you.

dusk is filled with golden rays and city lights. you walk side-by-side with megumi in a comfortable silence. these quiet moments with you had always been rare but cherished moments - a small amount of time when you both could finally breathe. 

years of fighting curses had taken its toll on you. with death always just one wrong move away, megumi had grown accustomed to cherishing the little moments with you: when you made him coffee in the morning before he woke up; when you waited at his bedside after he was injured in a fight; when you forcefully put some of your food on his plate after noticing that he wasn’t eating enough.

megumi had never grown up with a view of a real romantic relationship - all of his experience came from side plots in manga and being dragged into watching movies with yuuji - but he was smart enough to realize why his heart beat so fast around you. why he blushed so easily when your hand brushed against his. why he desperately wanted more.

megumi stops when you pause in your steps, stretching out your shoulders. a content sigh escapes you as you look out towards the shore. “the sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?” you say, your eyes trained on the hues of pink and blue filling the sky. 

megumi glances at the skyline, only taking in the sight momentarily before he turns back to you. all the beautiful things he’s heard about “golden hour” seem to come true. the sun peeks out from behind various buildings, illuminating your silhouette. you softly smile as you look up at the clouds above.

“yeah,” he smiles; his gaze remains trained on you. “beautiful.”

fushiguro megumi is in love with you. now, he just has to tell you.

ITADORI YUUJI is - surprisingly - not a bad cook. over his months at jujutsu high, he had become the unofficial chef in the dorms. so when you fell ill, it was no surprise when he took on the responsibility of nursing you back to health.

your body is little more than a mound of blankets when yuuji creeps into your room; a bowl of steaming soup in his hands. he moves with the utmost care as he makes his way across the room before setting the bowl down on your bedside table. despite your puffy eyes and red-tipped nose he smiles, reaching up to push a stray strand of hair away from your face.

you stir awake at his touch before slowly blinking up at him. “hi y/n,” yuuji whispers. “feeling any better?”

he receives a groan in response. “i feel like death,” you rasp out. 

yuuji reaches over, resting the back of his hand against your forehead. “you’re still really warm,” he mumbles. “i don’t think your fever has gone down at all.”

his cheeks flush slightly when you reach over, taking his hand into your own. your skin is overly warm and slightly clammy, but yuuji doesn’t mind. instead, he intertwines your hands together. 

“here,” he says, using his free hand to hold up a spoonful of the soup he made. “try it. maybe it’ll make you feel better.”

the metal spoon burns your tongue and the broth is a little too salty, but it soothes your throat all the same. “thank you,” you murmur. “it’s delicious.”

yuuji simply smiles brightly, holding out yet another spoonful for you. “of course.”

“do you know japanese sign language?”

INUMAKI TOGE stares at you with wide eyes, surprised by your sudden question. it shouldn’t have been all that surprising, but it was something no one had bothered to ask before. 

finally, after a short period of silence, he nods. “salmon.”

toge had grown accustomed to being left out. even while around the most supportive people, he often found himself struggling to be heard - both literally and metaphorically. after all, it was difficult to communicate with others through origini ingredients. 

that didn’t make it any less hurtful, though. 

you smile brightly, hesitantly signing along to your words as you speak. “i’ve been practicing a little. i wanted to surprise you.”

toge’s face flushes; his jacket does little to hide the way his blush spreads across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. your movements are a little sloppy and you’re clearly nervous, but he doesn’t comment on it. no one had ever put in this much effort to speak to him before. to not only listen, but understand what he means. 

“thank you,” he signs in return. he pauses for a second, hesitating slightly before he continues. “i love you.”

“i don’t think i know that one.” toge simply smiles, leaning in to pull you into a kiss. he’ll tell you what it means soon enough. but for now, his flushed cheeks and soft smile tell you everything he means to say.

the safest place in the world is within OKKOTSU YUUTA’S arms. you can’t remember when it became a routine for the two of you. he would return home and immediately seek you out; his fingers curl around your waist and tug you closer until your back reaches his chest. 

a soft sigh escapes his lips as he rests his chin against your shoulder. the pieces of your bodies fit together like a puzzle - from the way yuuta intertwines his fingers with your own to how seamlessly his arms wrap around you. 

messy strands of ink black hair brush against the side of your neck when yuuta nuzzles himself even closer against you. his breath ghosts against your shoulder as he leans down, pressing a few lazy kisses over the fabric of your shirt. “i missed you.”

“i missed you, too.” your fingertips trace along little cuts and deep bruises decorating yuuta’s hands. “do they hurt?”

he catches his bottom lip between his teeth. it feels trivial to be in pain over such minor injuries, but yuuta has never been the best liar. “only a little,” he murmurs.

you frown slightly, raising your intertwined hands up to your lips. the soft kisses you press against the fresh wounds leave him breathless. with a flushed face and a soft smile, yuuta presses a chaste kiss against your cheek in return. “thank you.”

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I BELIEVE, WE ARE MEANT TO BE

pairing: soobin x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 389

notes: very small drabble inspired by this soobin icon i found and txt's comeback !! barely proofread pls forgive any mistakes, title from txt - i'll see you there tomorrow

the night is quiet. under the cover of the setting sun, the only sounds that echo throughout the park are soobin’s whispered teases and your quiet laughter. it's empty so late into the night, only inhabited by squirrels occasionally running across tree branches and moths fluttering around the streetlights illuminating your path. 

goosebumps arise against your bare skin when a gust of wind blows through the air; shivers run down your spine. soobin’s lips quirk into a small frown as he reaches over, taking your hand into his own. his fingers trace against the grooves of your knuckles as he envelops your cold hands into his own. “are you cold?”

“a little, yeah,” you murmur. soobin wraps his arms around you when another wind blows past, tugging you backwards until you’re leaning against his chest. in hindsight, maybe you should have grabbed your jacket before you left the house that morning. but in the moment, the excitement of seeing soobin faster was much more enticing than checking the weather.

soobin moves before you can protest, slipping his hat off and instead tugging it onto your head. you huff as you relent, remaining still as he pushes and pulls at the corners until the fabric covers the tops of your ears. “there we go,” he smiles, then switching his attention towards adjusting the fabric until the faux cat ears stand upright. “that’s better.”

you stifle a laugh as you shake your head, pressing yourself against soobin’s side once again. his arm comfortably wraps around your waist; his arm resting around your shoulders. “don’t even think about taking off your gloves too.”

“fine.” soobin dramatically huffs in defeat, relenting with a soft smile lingering on his lips. he tugs you along the path faster, guiding you towards the light of the streetlight that illuminates the entrance of the park. “come on. let’s go home and make some hot chocolate before you get sick.”

“you mean before you get sick,” you murmur. soobin gasps in mock surprise but his response dies in his throat when you turn, quickly pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. if soobin’s fingers are cold when he intertwines them with yours, your complaints go unsaid. and if the flush on his cheeks isn’t entirely from the wind chill, nobody has to know but the two of you.

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THIS LOVE, RIGHT NOW / IT'S ALL WE GOT, ALL WE NEED

pairing: inumaki toge x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 332

notes: wrote this in 20 mins and barely edited it, pls forgive any mistakes !! i love the headers sm but they are so hard to find <//3, title from j-hope, Jung Kook - i wonder...

toge sighs as he rests his head against your thighs. stray strands of hair tickle against your skin when you reach down to carefully pushing the hair away from his face. you rest your hand against his cheek, gently brushing your thumb against the cursed marks embedded into his skin. 

tired, violet eyes meet your own for a few seconds. you pause your movements before toge smiles softly, reaching up to move your hand from his cheek to on top of his head. “salmon?”

his voice is low and raspier than usual when he speaks. you chuckle softly, running a hand through the soft locks. “you want me to play with your hair?”

toge blushes, hiding behind the hem of his jacket as he nods slightly. there’s a silent plea in the way he nuzzles himself against you. i had a long day. i just want to relax with you.

you chuckle beneath your breath at the deep flush that lingers on the tips of toge’s ears but agree nonetheless, carefully beginning to untangle any of the little knots that the strands could have been tangled in. his hair is soft against your fingers as you gently massage your nails against his scalp. 

toge lets out a quiet sigh, finally relaxing against you. his eyes slowly flutter shut; his attention shifts away from the movie you had put on in, closing for longer periods of time before he forces them open once again. “tired?” you ask, twisting the strands between your fingers. 

he quietly hums in response, shifting his position just enough to glance up at you with a soft smile. “salmon,” he mumbles.

you chuckle as toge nuzzles himself a little closer to your body. a light blush spreads across his cheeks when you lean down to press a chaste kiss against his forehead. “goodnight toge,” you whisper. “i love you.”

there are no words spoken that night; the little kiss toge places against your knuckles is enough of a response.

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i love ur resident evil masterlist.... stayed up all night reading those and giggling like a maniac... ANYWAYS could u like write nanami kento (jjk) x reader that has social anxiety (me ermm..) i just want ur persepctive on how u view it CAN BE TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF RGGRGR but ofc!! u can take ur time writing this i'll probably forget abt this but oh well!!!!

WHEN I'M FALLING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN / YOU ALWAYS SAVE ME

pairing: nanami kento x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff/comfort word count: 677

notes: tysm it means the world to me !! technically i don't write for nanami but i had an idea for this :) mostly based on my own experiences with social anxiety lol, title from nct dream - breathing

the night air smells of barbeque smoke and beer. laughter from young children and drunken words passed between adults surround you until you can barely hear yourself think over the chatter. the light pink and orange streaks in the sky came and went with the sunset, being replaced instead by the flickering led light shining from the various rides and attractions filling the fairgrounds.

any game and ride you could think of surrounds you. there are street vendors lining the streets selling all sorts of drinks and snacks. nanami has remained steadfast against your side, casually pushing others away from you when they threaten to intrude a bit too close for comfort. but all you can focus on is the people. 

they surround you. wherever your eyes turn, there’s always another stranger. another pair of eyes on you. 

your heart pounds wildly in your chest. your hands are clammy when you wipe them against your clothing. they tremble a little when you curl them into fists, doing your best to brave the sea of people ahead. after all, of all the terrible things that exist in the world, some strangers enjoying their night off shouldn’t be the thing that paralyzes you with fear.

“y/n,” nanami’s voice is soft - comforting - when he leans in. it’s a nice contrast to the loudness of the world around you. dark eyes meet your own when you glance over at him. anyone else would’ve missed the soft curve pulling his lips into a frown. the way his eyebrows are furrowed slightly, studying each minute detail of your expression for any signs of discomfort. 

but you’re not anyone else. you can read nanami’s thoughts like they’re your own. you can feel his concern when he leans in a little closer to whisper in your ear. “are you feeling alright?”

you bite down on your bottom lip, taking another cursory glance at the crowd surrounding you. another person carelessly brushing past you is all it takes before you make up your mind. your hand is shaky when you curl your fingers around the hem, tugging his arm a little closer to you. he takes the initiative, ignoring the people shoving past him to step a little closer towards you. “can we go somewhere quieter?”

“of course.” nanami’s hand finds your own without you realizing; his fingers link with yours as you slip through the crowded street. you keep your eyes trained on the ground below, studying the scuff marks decorating your shoes instead of the faces of the strangers that surround you. 

the fairgrounds feel more like a maze as nanami carefully guides you towards the exit, pushing through the worst of the crowd until you reach a more quiet area in the corner. the thin metal barrier sways in the wind as you slip out through the opening until you’re finally able to take shelter on a little metal bench away from the crowd. 

“how are you feeling?”

you sigh, finally relaxing against the cold metal. if nothing else, it serves as a nice reminder that you’re temporarily safe from your own anxieties. “i’m fine. i just got a little overwhelmed.”

he hums in response. his eyes drift away from your face to the goosebumps that line your bare skin. without another word, nanami slips his tan blazer off, carefully draping it across your shoulders. you smile softly, wrapping it further around yourself as he sits down beside you.

you sit together in a comfortable silence, silently observing the way the led lights illuminate the night sky above. nanami’s hands feel warm when he intertwines your fingers together. you softly smile, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek before leaning over to rest your head against his shoulder. in the distance, you can see the flashing lights of the ferris wheel lighting up the night sky. “thank you, kento.”

nanami smiles. under the cover of darkness, nobody witnesses when his lips brush against the crown of your forehead for a brief moment before he murmurs, “i love you,” except for the stars.

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YOU GOT ME FALLIN' IN LOVE, I'M IN LOVE

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 591

notes: teen gojo, based off of that one scene in the credits, title from wayv - let me love you, i started watching jjk s2 PREPRARE TO BE SICK OF ME

“y/n!” gojo smiles brightly, peering at you over the rim of his black sunglasses. a clear umbrella is perched against his shoulder, protecting him from the downpour. he splashes through little puddles lining the streets, kicking up water in his path until he reaches your side. 

his umbrella is only meant for one, as evidenced by how close he has to lean in to cover the both of you. his side brushes against your own with each step you take. if gojo notices your embarrassment, he’s courteous enough not to make a comment about it. 

“fancy seeing you here,” he teases, leaning in towards you. deep cerulean eyes meet your own; gojo’s lips curl upwards into a soft smirk. 

you roll your eyes, chuckling beneath your breath. “we’re both headed back to jujutsu high. we were bound to run into each other.”

“always so cynical,” gojo whines. 

his complaints are cut off when you perk up, glancing at something in the distance. “hey, look!” heat spreads across gojo’s cheeks when you grab onto his wrist, tugging him along with you as you rush off towards a nearby alley. 

you stop near the edge of a building, only a few meters away from a nearby plant pot. hidden among the terracotta ceramic and the overflowing greenery is a small, unmoving, white form. gojo squints. “what is it?” 

instead of answering, you carefully step forwards. water soaks your hair and drenches your uniform as you kneel down, hesitantly reaching your hand out. 

gojo’s eyes widen slightly when a small kitten emerges from behind the vines, rubbing its face against your hand. you turn to look back at him with a bright smile, coaxing him over with a soft. “‘toru, come here.”

you take the kitten into your arms, cradling it against your chest. gojo smiles when it purrs as it nuzzles itself against you, leaving stray, white hairs against your uniform in its wake. you miss the way he tilts the umbrella forwards to protect you from the rain. “look how cute she is.”

gojo smiles, kneeling down beside you. the kitten shifts slightly in your arms, blinking up at him with beautiful, golden eyes. her ears flick when stray droplets of rain land on the top of her head. her fur is damp to the touch when he tentatively extends his hand out to pet her back. “she is pretty,” he murmurs.

“can we keep her?”

gojo bites his tongue, swallowing the “yes” that wants to crawl out of his throat. taking in a stray cat isn’t exactly the most responsible decision, but then again, saying no to you has never been one of satoru gojo’s many talents.

what’s left of gojo’s resolve crumbles when you hug the kitten a little tighter. she responds by stretching out in your arms before blinking at him as if expecting an answer. “please?” 

maybe you should leave the kitten behind. set her back down on the ground and hope that she’ll be able to comfortably fend for herself. or perhaps you should take her to a shelter; you could drop her off into the capable hands of a vet and wash yourselves clean of the responsibility.

but maybe you should take her home. maybe having a friendly face greeting you at the end of a hard day wouldn’t be so bad. maybe - if gojo gets to see you smile like this - the risks are worth it. 

“fine,” gojo smiles softly, welcoming you - and your new kitten - back underneath the umbrella. “we can keep her.”

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WE'LL FIND OUR LOVE IN THE SKY

pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 379

notes: megumi pretty boy !! this took FOREVER to write lmao, not proofread pls forgive any mistakes, title from the weeknd - love in the sky

“you’re so pretty.”

megumi furrows his eyebrows, glancing over at you. his gaze could almost be called a glare, but the deep flush that immediately spreads across his cheeks does little to intimidate you. “what are you talking about?” he scoffs.

you smile in response. megumi freezes when you reach up, brushing a stray strand of hair away from his face. it feels soft against your fingers - ink black and just short enough for it to avoid being caught in his eyes. 

only illuminated by a sliver of moonlight, you smile. megumi watches as you intertwine your fingers together. hands that hold the power to summon the most dangerous of creatures are nothing but pliant in your hold. 

you trace your fingertips along the callouses that litter his palms before leaning in to press a chaste kiss against his knuckles. 

“you’re pretty,” you repeat.

megumi frowns. of all the words used to describe him, megumi most often agreed with average. nothing special. 

he wasn’t the most powerful sorcerer. he was smart - probably smart enough to get him into a decent university - but not smart enough for him to consider it an asset. and his looks were nothing megumi cared to focus on for longer than the time it took for him to brush his hair in the morning. 

but here you were - the most gorgeous person he had ever seen - calling fushiguro megumi pretty.

“pretty?” he repeats. the word almost feels foreign as it leaves his lips. “really?”

“of course.” megumi isn’t given time to think of a response before your lips brush against the junction between his neck and shoulder. his breath hitches in his throat when you shift, this time pressing another kiss against the edge of his jaw. then his cheek. and finally, you press a kiss against megumi’s lips. 

you can just barely taste his mint chapstick as his lips mold against your own, unconsciously chasing after you when you pull away. you smile softly as you reach up to cup his face in your hands. megumi’s skin feels hot against your own, though you’re gracious enough not to mention it in the moment. “i love you, megumi.”

megumi playfully rolls his eyes; his lips quirk upwards into a soft smile. “i love you too.”

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[niki-phoria]

if u ever do start posting hualian x reader, i would give you the universe fr (we ABSOLUTELY need more hualian x reader stuff, and I MYSELF need more of ur gorgeous writing)

AHH TYSM <33 it genuinely means the world to me that you like my writing :))

honestly the biggest reasons why i haven't started writing hualian x reader yet is bc those fics generally don't get much feedback. even fics from other creators don't have many reblogs and no comments

i appreciate likes and silent reblogs but what inspires me to keep writing for a fandom is the comments and interactions i get from ppl. even leaving a reblog that just says "i love it" gives me a ton of motivation to keep writing

feel free to send any hualian x reader ideas you have and thank you again <33