#nobara kugisaki x reader (platonic)

[gatitties]

Web of love

─Yandere!Jujutsu Kaisen x fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: you just keep adding lunatics to the list like they're pokemon and you lose patience

─Warnings: mahito (he's a warning himself yeh) blood, death, a little anxiety attack, toxic behaviors, obsession, yandere stuff

Part One / Part Three / Part Four

The blank pages: Part One

I'm done downloading my inspiration on this for now, I feel like this is a little longer, sorryyy 😶

YOU WERE too quick to accept that these sorcerers would do whatever they wanted with you, but in a way, starting a verbal fight to refuse to do certain quests would cause you more problems than solutions, so you were just like a body empty of soul moving back and forth, simply waiting for the next order to complete it as quickly as possible.

The worst thing of all was that it wasn't annoying, at least, not the fact of taking orders, you liked it, you didn't have to think too much, just do this and that, you definitely started to think that all those tests of 'are you a leader or a follower' made sense all those times that your result was being a follower, you wanted an easy life and being a leader of anything is a complete stress that you were not going to go through.

So your simplistic and conformist personality only made it easier for all those sorcerers to mold you to their liking, this does not mean that whenever they asked to spend time with you or simply be attached to you you accepted, they would always have a negative response at first, however if they continued insisting, as may be the case with Itadori and Nobara, you would agree to do what they wanted, because accepting is easier than declining. Megumi and Gojo weren't as persistent in asking for small favors or bonding time, which you appreciated.

"I was looking for you, Maki and I are going to go downtown to look for some cursed weapons, do you want to come?"

Nobara, getting into the bad habit of not knocking on your door and entering without permission, throw herself at your bed grabbing your hand to beg you to go out with her and Maki, knowing that you would refuse she started whining about how you hadn't left your room lately and that she had been very busy with the missions. With no other option you accepted, hoping to be able to get back to what you were doing later in the night.

You thanked the heavens that Maki Zenin was skeptical about your stay at the Jujutsu school, since you did not show any interest in developing cursed techniques or improving physical abilities, she thought that you were not important enough, a shame that Nobara had to drag you with her long enough for Maki to end up getting attached to you, you barely talked to her but for some reason she ended up liking you.

"Come on, we don't have all afternoon."

Maki began to walk waiting for you both to follow her steps, a couple of minutes later the two of them began a light idle chat while you followed behind, only with one of your headphones on in case they spoke to you at some point.

"Be careful, you should stop looking at your phone and look at your surroundings, you are so careless."

The girl with glasses grabbed the back of the collar of your uniform to stop you just before you crossed a red zebra crossing for pedestrians, you watched for a moment as the cars sped by just a few centimeters from you with blank eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

You shrugged, putting away your phone like a scolded child, Nobara took the liberty of grabbing your hand to guide you the rest of the way, at least you could walk looking absent-mindedly at anything that caught your attention without worrying about tripping.

Disinterested and bored once they started negotiating about the cursed weapons, you decided that you could go out for a few minutes without anyone noticing to the bakery you had seen around the corner, you felt like something sweet, you were going to buy something sweet and no one will stop you. Unfortunately before you could get out of the alley, because of course, a shop like that wasn't going to be visible to everyone, once again a curse clung to you desperately to be forgiven.

"Not now please."

You took a couple of minutes to release the cursed energy of that curse, feeling your eyelids heavier and your body more relaxed, of course your ability had cons, after all what you were doing was consuming cursed energy, your way of releasing it were resting, which led you to sometimes fall asleep even standing up due to exhaustion.

Your slight drowsiness disappeared when you heard the sewer besides you sliding with a squeak, a strange mass began to come out until it formed a guy who looked like a sewn doll, his bicolor eyes looked into your soul.

"That was very interesting, where is that curse? Did you absorb it? Did you kill it?"

Your parents had taught you that you shouldn't talk to strangers, especially if they seemed like lunatics who could deform and come out of random sewers, and like a good mom and dad's girl, you looked away, backing away to exit through the other side of the alley, but he managed to grab your wrist so you wouldn't run away.

"It's rude to ignore someone when they speak, you know?"

You frowned looking at his hand on you, remaining silent, you let out an inaudible sigh, you always had to end up in this type of situation, tangled with people ─in this case curses─ that trapped you without wanting to let go.

"I sent it to rot in hell, its soul will remain suffering until eternity, remembering and regretting all the evils it has caused, it will be subjected to the worst tortures imaginable."

He remained silent before bursting into laughter, you had said all that so seriously, with that grim face that he almost believed it, you hoped that trying to 'scare' him would work, but this curse had at least a couple more neurons than the ones you used to meet.

"Aren't you funny? It's a shame I have to kill you, I thought we could be friends but you're-"

The ground began to shake, almost losing your balance, you took advantage of the sudden distraction to free yourself from Mahito's grip, approaching the nearest wall so as not to fall due to the tremors, the sewer flew away and you could see how the curse paled, transforming again to escape.

"How many hours have I lost in this chase?"

A new voice came out of nowhere, turning around you saw a blonde man with glasses, he was wearing a uniform and had a blood stained weapon in one of his hands, you looked at each other in silence until he spoke again.

"A student… hey, have you seen that curse? Where did he flee?"

Figuring he was trustworthy enough since he seemed to recognize the Jujutsu high, you silently pointed in the direction Mahito left, earning a nod from him to leave you there alone again. As if that weren't enough, before you could leave the alley to get some sweet, you ran into another curse, this one looked like a volcano with only one eye, it was petting a stray cat while muttering things like 'you're a good boy' in a squeaky voice, you were going to turn around to make this less awkward but your bones had to make that weird sound sometimes when you walk.

His one eye widened at the sight of you, a small rash erupting from his head and he shot up at the speed of light.

"I'll pretend I haven't seen anything if you pretend you haven't seen me."

You decided to reach a mutual agreement because you heard Nobara shout your name, surely they had finished their purchase or had been alerted by the noise earlier, and if they found you now they would surely distract you enough that you wouldn't be able to buy your candy. You took enough time to complete your little mission, as just as you left the bakery you were approached by the red-haired girl who hugged you like a whimpering koala.

"You can't disappear like that out of nowhere! We heard a shaking and thought something bad had happened to you."

She rubbed her cheek against your shoulder, you murmured apologies while still savoring your sweet, Maki remained silent watching the interaction, carefully searching for any kind of scratch or wound on your body, she sighed in relief when she saw that you didn't seem to have anything.

"We have already spent a lot of time here, we should go back, Toge and Panda are waiting for us for our training."

The encounter with these two curses, Mahito and Jogo, was only a small trigger that led you to strangely meet them more times later, you were never close of course, but your eyes always seemed to meet the multicolored or the single eye of those guys in some bustling part of the city, you knew they had some plan with Itadori, but it's not like you could do anything, you just alerted Gojo and he thanked you with a few pats on the head for the information.

On the other hand, you became a recurring conversation on the side of the villains, for one reason or another, everyone got to know you, either because Mahito was talking about you or because you had an encounter with Geto or Choso, not knowing them, you felt strange when you exchanged glances with them because you felt the same as when you first met the trio of sorceres, they already knew you before you knew anything about them.

Their curiosity about you was only based on overprotectiveness and how obsessed the sorcerers were with you, you seemed to be an important person, was it because of your power? Was it because of your cursed technique? It was something they wanted to find out and anyway if it was nothing like that, they could always use you as a wild card to blackmail them.

You decided to ignore their presence while you worked on your assignments, assignments in which you got to know that blonde guy, Nanami, he was assigned with you for a couple of missions and at first he felt quite irritated by your carefree behavior and even annoyed by your lack of interest in the work, but he couldn't blame you, in his eyes, like Itadori, you were just a teenager who shouldn't be doing this kind of work. He proposed to himself that no student was going to die under his care, especially someone who was never in favor of being part of the cursed world.

You just kept adding people who were worried or interested in you to the list, and you thought that there was no one else who could feel that way, that you could finally breathe easy, that you could stop moving through that web that kept you captive, that you could snuggling in your sheets protecting yourself from the cold while you hugged a pillow and slept carefree.

And… out of nowhere you wake up with a wet cheek, an eternal sea of blood where you could float, in the distance a temple made up of different animal and human bones. Your eyes became slightly watery, your only moment of rest ruined by whatever was happening, you were upset, furious, maybe it was the first time since you left home you felt an emotion this strong and vivid.

"This has to be a fucking joke…"

You mumble walking towards the temple hoping to find some kind of answer to get out of there, you wanted your hours of sleep back, you wanted to disconnect your brain from reality and travel to your dreams seeking solace outside of this world, not to be trapped in this stupid place.

"This is unusual, how did you manage to get here, brat?"

You rubbed your face furiously, of course you had heard about Sukuna, how Itadori swallowed a fucking finger, but luckily you didn't have any encounter with the king of curses, until now. Again it seemed like he already knew you, but how could he not? You occupied more than half of Itadori's thoughts.

"That's what I would like to know, is this your domain? Get me out of here."

"I can't."

You couldn't contain the irritated grimace you made, this time your expressionlessness broke as well as your patience, a small twitch appeared in your eye and you began to breathe harder, you rubbed your head too hard, perhaps tearing out a few strands in the process, but you didn't care, you exploded after putting up with so much shit.

"Tell me it's a joke, you're the king of curses, not the king of comedians, get me out of here."

Your tone of voice stopped being monotonous, now radiating annoyance and demand that made Sukuna smile at your outburst, he had always heard Itadori complain about how unexpressive you were with them and now you are exploiting a lot of negative emotions.

"Well, I can do that, but for that I would have to kill you."

"Do it." you didn't take a second or hesitate to respond, almost surprising the man, who watched you in silence as you approached him, your frown more with every step you took "What the hell are you waiting for? Do it, kill me."

Sukuna had seen many people begging him, begging for lives, begging to end suffering, it wasn't even the first time they had begged him for a death, but this felt… strange, he had never seen someone so young desperate to die, he had never seen someone have the anxiety attack you were experiencing right now, and strangely he had never felt the kind of energy you gave off, it was somewhat reassuring. He began to understand all the macabre thoughts about you in Itadori's thoughts, all that overprotection and worry, or perhaps, he had gone crazy, becoming infected because of the human in which he was locked up.

"Mmmh, I can do it, but you will only wake up, if you have managed to get here without trying, you will surely come back when you try to sleep again, but it is only a theory, since you have never been here before."

"In that case I'll think of something, but let me wake up."

"Ok"

He shrugged with disinterest, you didn't even feel how his fist lodged in your abdomen, your body staggered towards his, while he held you with one of his arms, the other pulled out your heart that continued pumping blood, you looked in disgust as he seemed to enjoy watching the blood splash across his face.

"Son of a bitch with a fetish for dishearten people…"

It was the only thing you said before your body faded away, immediately waking up in your bed with labored breathing, you placed your hands on your heart, checking that it was still in place, beating rapidly from the agitation. That specific night you couldn't sleep, because by doing so you returned to Sukuna's domain, or to Itadori's mind, the problem was rooted in the fact that that specific day Itadori was much more worried about you than usual, generating a certain connection that interfered with his and your dreams, the middle ground being Sukuna's domain.

Now you couldn't even go to sleep thinking about having a good dream, because depending on the night you would end up stuck with the king of curses, another person added to the list, would this be some kind of divine punishment? You just want to run to your parents and hug them with all your might, for them to tell you that everything will be okay and that you are a good daughter, for the moment you will settle for hugging your cold pillow in search of comfort while three pairs of eyes watch as your emotions slowly deteriorates.

They would make sure to be the arms that keep you warm, to be the people you turn to in these types of situations, you shouldn't be sad, you are much better off here, more protected and safe.

"Good night darling, have sweet dreams."

Gojo, having shooed the other three students away from you, entered your room, gently wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks, he stroked your hair for a few seconds before brushing away a few strands and kissing your forehead. He hadn't had the chance to prove that he was capable of being a good father in Megumi's eyes, but he could be to you, it's a shame that you still cling to your parents as role models when he was there, he would be a better father figure, just wait.

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

The JJK Characters and How They Would Wake You Up

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

Itadori Yuji:

He really didn’t want to. He’d rather have you sleep but he was told to wake you up for training.

He pokes your cheek while whisper yelling your name

“yyy/nnnnn *poke poke* ….. wake uupppp! We gotta train….*poke poke poke*”

But once you wake up he’s super loud and excited

“Yay! You woke up! Okay come on, let’s go! Oh wait, get changed first. Want me to wait for you or just meet you there?…. I’ll wait outside your door!😊☀️”

Megumi Fushiguro:

Knocks on your door and waits to see if that’ll wake you up. When he doesn’t he walks in and just calls out your name while scratching the back of his head in annoyance.

“Y/N. Wake up. You’re going to be late.”

You continue sleeping so he kicks your bed frame. “Y/N! Wake up.” He says more sternly.

Nobara Kugisaki:

Like Gumi, she knocks on your door while calling out your name. When you don’t answer she walks in and pats your shoulder while trying to convince you get up. When that doesn’t work she’s loud af

She’ll go get some pans and bang them, she’ll play a song you hate loudly on her phone next to your ear, or she’ll start singing loudly. She might even jump on your bed.

As much as you hate it, you still manage to laugh at how goofy she’s being.

Toge Inumaki:

Inumaki is canonly a troll. He’s gonna wake you up in a silly way that just so barely annoys you

Pokes you as well but all over your body, especially if your ticklish.

“Tuna mayooooo” *pokes your sides*

Even once you’re awake he’ll still poke at you while holding back his laugh

Maki Zenin:

Very much like Gumi, she acts annoyed and is loud. She knocks on your door calling out your name. You don’t answer so she swings the door open aggressively.

“How are they still alseep??” She asks herself. She was being loud. You’re such a heavy sleeper.

She’ll kick the bed frame with her heel “oooooiii, Y/N. Wake up.”

If you grumble and hide under the covers she’ll rip them off lmao

Panda:

Pokes at you as well while calling out your name.

“Yyyyy/nnnnnn it’s time to wake uuppp!”

Tries to convince you with breakfast. If you still don’t wake up he’ll just pick you up and walk out your room.

Yuta Okkotsu:

SUPER FUCKING SWEET!!!

He’s so gentle and refuses to raise his voice that he ends up taking forever to wake you up lmao

Pats your shoulder or gently shakes you. Probably pokes your cheeks too

“Y/N. Rise and shine. Time to wake up~”

Rika will try to convince Yuta to just shake you awake but he’ll tell her no and continue trying to gently wake you up 😭💗

Gojo Satoru:

Dramatic af

He walks into your room without even knocking and already singing loudly

“Yyyy/nnnnn! Time to arrriiisssee!! Open your eeeyyyeeessss! Let’s eat some bacon and eeeggggsss!!! It’ll strengthen your….. LLLEEEEGGGGSSSS!!!! ……. *y/n still asleep* Y/N WAKE UP!”

He’ll poke at you and tickle you like Toge while laughing the entire time

Nanami Kento:

Pretty bland lmao

He knocks on your door and when you don’t answer he peeks in to see you still asleep.

He puts his hand on your shoulder and calls out your name. “Y/N. It’s time to wake up.”

Continues to shake your shoulder until you wake up.

He’ll probably get slightly annoyed though if you’re getting close to being late. He’s a punctual man, he doesn’t like tardiness

I can also kind of see him just staring you when you continue to sleep through his failed attempts and trying to figure out how to wake you then plays the most OBNOXIOUS alarm sound he can find super loud in your ear.

“Wake up. You’re going to be late.”

Geto Suguru:

Peeks in and just calls out your name.

“Y/N. Wake up. Wakey wakey~”

Still not budging? Rip off your covers and open the blinds to burn your eyes from the sun. Clap his hands super loud.

“Good, you’re awake. Come on, let’s go. Got stuff to do.”

Mahito:

Dumps a bucket of ice cold water on you while cackling

Sukuna Ryoumen:

Probably slaps you hard across the face and calls you a fool. I can also see him just straight up scratching you.

But if Yuji kept him from hurting you, he’d just groan and clap extremely loud to scare you awake and call you a brat. Then slump you over his shoulder

“Get moving, brat. We got shit to do.”

[luv4fushi]

Hi! <3 idk if you do this kind of thing with your smau's but would it be possible to request a smau with bestie!Maki and bestie!Nobara from jjk (separately) with a fem!reader? Basically just a platonic ask, if that's alright. BTW I really love your works! They make me so happy and you do so well writing the characters ^^

hello! old old old ask but it's here! ty for ur patience anon :D!

your little trio

jjk kugisaki nobara & zenin maki x fem!reader

content: platonic besties maki and nobara + you, silliness, lots of cursing

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[sunoorintarou]

Catharsis: Kingdom Come.

Phos!Reader x (Platonic) Itadori Yuji, Kugisaki Nobara and Mahito

Warnings: Character death, murder ig, blood, gore, soooo angsty it isn't even funny, mentions of mental health, breakdowns, regret, neglect, ingestion of blood, grief, Mahito deserves his own warning, so so much self loathing, it's just alot.

Notes: Longest part yet. In my defense, I listened to Kimi Ga Kureta Mono, Give It Back and Inertia, Rapport, Lamp, and Ichiko Aoba while writing this

You hadn't expected the members of Jujutsu Tech to find you so quickly. It had barely been a few months after all. But here you were on a 'stroll' with Mahito and Jogo, when suddenly, you had the displeasure of  seeing Yuji and Nobara.

You had hoped to escape before they noticed you, but it was too late.

That was how you ended up in this stand-off, standing next to Mahito with your hands in your pockets. You were so nonchalant, not even looking them in the eye.

"This seems like it's gonna be a pain." You whispered to Mahito.

"Come on, these are your friends, don't you think it'll be fun? Itadori Yuji hates me, though. I'm taking more of a risk than you." Mahito laughed.

You cursed under your breath. Of course, Jogo left at the first sign of danger.

"Y/n! What are you doing?" Yuji asked, eyes narrowing at your form.

Nobara's eyes were filled with rage, glazing over. Standing with the curses, however, you looked healthier than you had when you were with them.

Your face looked fuller, brighter, cheeks flushed ever so slightly. It seemed as if life had returned back to you, and that realisation left a stabbing pain in both Yuji and Nobara's chests.

"What am I doing? Well, I was taking a walk with my friend, now though, hmm, I hope I'm not fighting, that's for sure." You shrugged, leaning on Mahito's shoulder.

The goal, your goal, was to make them hate you, to make them never think of you without a foul taste in their mouths, and although it was cruel, this was the perfect way to do it. You had to taunt them, crush their spirits, become someone you weren't, briefly embrace the darkness in your heart before fleeing to the light once again. The only problem was that you didn't know which direction the light was cracking in from.

"You upset I took another one of your friends? If you want her back, come get her." Mahito taunted, narrowing his eyes. Jogo had decided not to take part in the battle, rather informing Getou of what was going on.

You watched as Mahito and Yuji went at it. Nobara hadn't moved yet. She was a strong woman, but not in the face of her ex - best friend whom she had watched whither away, unable to do anything about it.

"Man, this is lame. Nobara, attack me or something. Get it over and done with, I wanna go back home." You sighed nonchalantly, looking off to the side.

"Y/n, what... just what did we mean to you? Did we mean anything at all?" Nobara knew her words were selfish. We, we, we. I. Did she ever mean anything to you at all? This was selfish of her. So selfish of her to make it about herself, but she couldn't help it. Everyone is a little selfish with the people they love.

Home. You said that word so casually now. She remembered a day in summer so long ago when you, Gojo, Megumi, Yuji, and her were all on the training grounds. You weren't training, just sitting in each other's presence, talking casually.

You had been unusually quiet that day, and Nobara and Yuji had taken it upon themselves to get it the bottom of it, see what was bothering you.

She remembered the way your cheeks flushed pink, form trembling ever so slightly as you gathered all your courage and told them you liked them in the boldest voice you could muster. Claiming it was stupid, but you had been thinking about your family a lot lately and couldn't help but feel as if Jujutsu Tech had become your new family. Your new home.

Had you replaced them so easily?

"Huh, who knows. Fight me and figure it out." You smiled. Not the half smile they had grown used to, but a real smile, wide and bright. It didn't reach your eyes, though. It never did.

You knew Nobara wouldn't fight you. She couldn't. She was weak, and she cared about you too much. And you sighed, deciding to at least impart her with some knowledge.

"You're weak, Nobara. You're tenacious, and your curse technique is strong, but you hesitate, and that makes you weak. We mean nothing to each other now, I'm just another villain you need to defeat, so hurry up and stop being so pathetic and attack me."

Nobara felt sick. This was not you. This was not the bubbly, soft hearted girl who never hurt a fly. This was not the girl who painted her nails to match hers even though she didn't like nail polish. This was not the girl she had gone shopping with Maki with who stumbled in every pair of heels she tried on. This was not the girl who she shared a bed with whenever she had bad dreams. This was not the girl who cried in Nobara's arms until she fell asleep. This was not the girl who cried when they had returned from a mission all beaten up, the girl who had stayed awake sick with worry, spending all her time with Shoko in hopes she could help them with their injuries when they returned. This was simply not you.

And Nobara couldn't help but wonder if she was at fault. How long had you been feeling this way? How hadn't she noticed? Who was she lying to? She had noticed. They all had. But it had never occurred to them that you would actually do this. It was you, after all. You were the most put together, composed one of the group. Weak as you had been, you were never scared to put your life on the line to save others.

You who had been soothing their sore hearts and shining light upon their dark nights... had no one to do the same for you in return.

When had the days turned to nights in your head? When did the voices of everyone around you become muffled? When had the warmth in your heart turned cold?

Just how long did you suffer? Did you struggle with everything around you? With yourself? Until you decided this was the only way out?

Nobara took in a shaky breath, eyes glazing over.

You frowned when you felt the cursed energy of a few curses behind you. Jogo must have told Geto what had happened. You rolled your eyes, narrowing them at the curses, knowing they wouldn't listen to you.

Nobara now had no choice. She had to fight.

She activated her cursed technique, immediately getting to work fighting the curses. You hadn't moved from your spot, watching the fight a few feet in front of you.

"Fine then, if you won't get me answers, I'll force them out of you." Nobara shouted, steeling her resolve.

You smiled, inviting her to engage in combat.

You dodged all of her attacks, surprised when she tried to use close combat. You recognised her form, realising that she had been training with Maki. You smiled. She was still underestimating you. Just because you didn't have the will to fight, it didn't mean that you were still weak.

It was amusing, almost like an orcastrated dance. Nobara charged, you dodged, her fist flew at you, you used your foot to make her stumble. You were so much more agile and graceful than you had once been, easily dodging all her attacks.

It became even easier when the curses started attacking again. She could only hold them off for so long.

Nobara knew she had to end this soon, her cursed energy running low. But she finally had you in the perfect position.

"What's wrong, Nobara? Are you out of cursed energy already?" You mocked, staring at the girl a few feet in front of you. She was panting, clearly tired, but when she made eye contact with you, she smiled.

"Tomonari."

Your eyes widened, noticing the straw doll in her hands.

Nobara planned to immobilise your arms and legs, allowing her to effectively stop you and be able to bring you back with her. But in her rush, she was careless, one of her nails piercing a bit too high.

With the sound of shattering glass, your head snapped clean off. The strength of Nobara's nail easily overpowered the gold and gems that ran through your veins. Phosphophyllite only had a hardness of 3.5 after all.

The sound caught the attention of Mahito and Yuji, both boys turning in shock to watch as your head fell to the ground, shattering into pieces of gem so gorgeous, reflecting the moonlight like a puddle of ichor.

Yuji had felt weak. For the second time, he had been unable to protect someone he cared about. He was a Jujutsu Sorceror. He was supposed to be strong. How strong could he truly be if he could never protect the people he cared about?

What was he without Sukuna? Just a boy with above average physical strength who couldn't even protect the people closest to him.

This felt like Junpei all over again. Yuji felt sick. And of course, this God forsaken curse was involved again.

The rage managed to overtake how sick, how weak, Yuji felt. There was no point thinking about it after all. That wouldn't save you.

Perhaps this was worse than Junpei, in a way. You were the one person who saw through Yuji's smile. He could never hide how he felt from you.

His mind couldn't help but wonder to that night when everything had caught up to him. His grandfather, his execution, Sukuna, Junpei, curses, the cruelness of the world around him. Yuji felt as if he was slowly breaking.

And you, with a patience rivaling that of a deity, had patched up all the cracks, holding Yuji so gently he couldn't help but cry. Finally, let everything out, his true feelings, everything he had gone through, how unfair everything felt.

You were the one person he could never hide anything from.

Yet, you were the one person he could never read.

How did things turn out like this? He couldn't help but ask on all those nights he found himself in your room, looking at the picture you had taken of them all on the day of the first snow. The one you had framed on your bedside. The one you had left behind.

Yuji would be lying to himself if he said he didn't see it. He saw your eyes grow tired, weary from the burden you shouldered alone. Between the business of missions and training, he noticed the sadness that lingered in your features after Yukio's death. But he thought you'd be fine. He thought you had Nanamin, Ieiri - Sensei, Maki - Senpai, Panda - Senpai, Inumaki - Senpai. He thought you'd be fine without him, without Fushiguro, without Kugisaki.

He thought.

He also thought the same about Junpei. When would he learn?

When Yuji heard that sickening crack, he felt the same despair he had felt the day Sukuna had ripped out his heart.

Blood and gold fell from your neck, dripping down your body so slowly. Then, your knees buckled, body falling to the floor.

"Oh no, this doesn't look very good." Mahito commented, having made it just in time to catch your body. Pouting as if he were a child whose sweets had just been taken.

He smiled, noticing that one of the curses had turned to Lapis Lazuli. You had managed to touch it before you lost your power.

"Wow, Jujutsu Sorcerors are more cruel than I thought. Killing their own friends." He taunted, looking at the duo who looked absolutely crushed.

Yuji's eyes were wide, still in shock, while Nobara's legs had given in, hitting the ground.

What had she done?

Your blood stained Mahito's hands, his curiosity getting the best of him. He licked it off his thumb, contemplating the taste.

"It's salty."

"Let go of her."

Mahito looked up, hearing Yuji's voice. His eyes widened, noticing how Yuji's cursed energy had spiked. He was practically trembling with rage, hands shaking, yet the tears in his eyes told another story.

"Now that's no fair. You killed her, but you're blaming me. How about you go tell your friends what you did, and come get her body from me. Together." Mahito grinned. He fought only when he knew he could win. And right now, he knew he wouldn't. Your friend was ready to drag Mahito to hell and back if it meant you'd go back to him.

He took your body, like a soldier departing from war, stained in blood and the sorrow that poured from your soul. Disappearing before Yuji could react.

Their eyes then trained on the shattered Phosphophyllite in front of them. Nobara broke.

Just what had she done?

[rowiewritesstuff]

I just watched Jujutsu Kaisen

It's straight bussin and now I'm taking requests from it. I haven't read the manga but know a little about it.

Also should I make a Yan Alphabet? Not just for JJK

Matchups Open for Hazbin Hotel and JJK

Characters (Some Platonic):

Sukuna (True Form)

Gojo

Yuji

Megumi

Nobara

Nanami

Other Characters (maybe)

AUs

College AU

Gang AU (like mafia n stuff)

Other suggestions (maybe)

Sorry I disappeared my autism demands my hyperfixations take over my entire life and interest

[izvmimi]

malevolent enterprise ch. 9

cw: ceo!au. you and nobara get to know a little more about each other. header by @/cafekitsune! masterlist

“Third time really is the charm, I see,” Nobara says, smirking as you walk down the front steps of the office to meet her. It’s evening and the orange tones of the overhead sky mix in with her bob, as you approach her, holding your designer bag tightly to your side. Nobara’s eyes pass over it and she looks away but once you meet her, she compliments it and your shoes.

“Finally someone else on our floor has refined taste,” she says as the two of you head down the street to the trendy bar/restaurant at the end of the corporate district, the type that hires men and women that are pretty enough to serve at host clubs but insist they don’t provide that kind of service.

You laugh, but she stops in her tracks and looks at you dead serious.

“This is not a game. These men embarrass me.”

You think about the protein Perrier again and shudder. 

Once you’re seated, Nobara orders a shochu highball with lychee, and you order a Cosmopolitan that you sip slowly while Nobara does her best to size you up as a person, asking you questions that attempt to pick below your overall well-contained exterior.

“How do you like the place so far?” she asks, and of course you have a practiced answer. The community is great, the hours are good, you’ve been able to very easily speak your mind and take stances, Yuuji is a great boss, etc. Her eyes narrow as if she’s uninterested.

“Boring,” she says outright, and you nearly choke on your drink.

“Kugisaki-san, respectfully, did you think I was going to shittalk the place?” you reply, and the casualty of your language delights her. 

“No, but it would have made you more interesting. I like complainers.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint.”

Your sass entertains her more and she grins, slipping a yakitori stick into her mouth and pulls the meat off the stick a little too cleanly. 

“You know, I hate this job.”

You blink. She shouldn’t really be telling you this considering that she’s acting Chief Financial Officer, you think, but you nod, then swirl your drink, noncommittally. It’s very clear that most of her subordinates do the work anyway, although you don’t doubt her abilities.

“Why so?” you ask. You try to keep your tone casual and non-confrontational but it occurs to you that there’s very little you could ever do to ever intimidate someone like her. She shrugs.

“I want to be an influencer.”

As she says this she’s scrolling through something in her phone, and then shows you her lifestyle Instagram. She’s not famous enough that you would have heard about her, but she has a decent amount of followers and you imagine that with more dedication, she could be quite popular.

“Offices, meetings, paperwork, all that nonsense, have never really been my thing. I’m just helping out Itadori since we’ve been friends for so long, since college. We started at the same time, when his grandpa insisted that he join all because he said he needed a friend. I ended up this high up as a fluke.”

You nod. You’ve figured out that they were a bit close due to the way she interacts with him between board meetings and run-ins in the hallways, but didn’t figure that there was that much history involved. 

“So why haven’t you left?” you ask. She gives you a look, then sighs.

“Didn’t want to ditch him during his time of need,” she admits. “I don’t come from a fancy background like he does, so I have to remind him when he’s being too bourgeois once in a while and making a big deal out of nothing. He wasn’t supposed to inherit, you know.”

You do know. Your thoughts flit to him and his easy smile, then to the pensive furrow of his eyebrows. He doesn’t make huge mistakes, but he’s unsure at times. He asks you for your opinion too much, he worries too much about how his employees feel.

“The salary is good though,” she mentions. You nod. Your check is fat enough that you’ve been able to put away Gojo’s severance package as a little nest egg in your savings.

“Have you told him you want to leave?” you ask. 

She laughs. “Need to save a little bit more if I truly want to travel for the rest of my life.”

“Mm,” is your reply.

“I think Itadori would be willing to fund my channel at least in the beginning but the idea of being indebted to a man kind of disgusts me.”

She reaches for another yakitori stick and you take the opportunity to stuff your mouth with gyoza. You have to admit that you’re a bit more curious about their relationship, with an urge to pry. Kugisaki is beautiful and elegant, but crass enough that it pleasantly brings her down to earth. They make a good pair.

You try to avoid your urge to ask more questions by joking, “I know that’s right,” as you clink glasses with her.

Her eyes narrow for a moment, then she props her chin up by her hand.

“Interested in anyone?” she asks. The sudden question catches you off guard, but you figure with girl talk this will eventually happen.

“Actually, I just got out of a bad relationship,” you say, keeping your tone light. Bad is an understatement. You’d caught your boyfriend trying to arrange an orgy in your home with three girls while you were on a business trip and kicked him out expeditiously without bothering to even take the time to really yell at him. After all, he might have been more of a pet than a partner, but that was an entirely different story. 

“Loser?” Nobara asked, sipping the last of her drink through a tiny straw, the pull-through of air loud.

“Cheater,” you offer. She looks at you.

“Damn. Let’s stab him.”

This makes you laugh out loud. 

“Thank you, but not worth it. I didn’t really care about him by the end anyway.”

Nobara offers you a high five. “Are you seeing anyone?” you ask, finally, despite having told yourself to avoid probing just moments ago. 

“Kind of,” she again appears to act uninvested but you can see a gentle pink flush on her cheeks that you’re not sure is from the alcohol. You think about Yuuji again then blurt out,

“Workplace relationships aren’t frowned upon here, are they?”

Nobara looks confused for a moment. “No, why would you ask that?”

It’s your turn for your cheeks to warm. “Oh, I assumed maybe, with Itadori-san, you-”

“I like women.” Nobara says flatly, a hand up to stop you from even considering the thought. You blink, and your mouth forms an O, and she’s amused enough about your reaction to laugh. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t fuck where I eat though,” she pauses, then looks you up and down again. “Although you’re cute, I won’t deny that.”

Another clean yakitori stick, and you have to shake the fact that she has genuinely flustered you out of your head. She’s caught this too, and she laughs, slapping your shoulder.

“Relax, newbie!” 

You loosen up, then consider that you might need to order another drink. The waitress comes around for another round and you find that you’re relieved at the thought that Kugisaki is not interested in either you nor your boss.

“How was it like working for Satoru? You didn’t try to fuck him too, did you?” she asks upfront. Your eyes widen, and she grins. “Listen, I might be immune to his charms, but not many in Tokyo are.”

“He’s kind of gross, but he’s kind in other ways.” 

Nobara’s displeased face throws you off so much you end up snorting.

“Okay, no more talk of men, we’re not passing the Bechdel test at all, are we?” she pivots.

You laugh. The remainder of the evening has you talking about your background, your families and all of your friends, and you’re thankful to have a new one by the end.

[a-wildemusing]

a failed mission leads to telling Nobara goodbye.

a/n: so for some reason, this text post glitched (also weirdly the other ones too of this series) and some of the written part was messed up, but fixed it. (hopefully.) 

(for more)

warning: mentions of blood. angst, some mistakes.

You were just happy you got away from the cursed spirit. But the problem now is that you were far away from where your handler could come and assist you. And the bleeding seems like it’s not going to stop. And you weren’t too sure if you got all of the cursed spirits. The veil was still up, so that answered your question.

There was no more strength in your body, so you leaned into the wall. You slide down to the floor. You tried your best to not panic, that would make your situation worse, but it was starting to look grim.

“I’m going to die in this god damn building.” You murmured to yourself. 

Your phone brought you back from your thoughts. Nobara was blowing up your phone. Tears fell from your face.

Nobara is your best friend. Childhood friends that stuck together. You both kept each other safe, and happy. Two lonely kids that found each other. 

When you were both smaller--a pact was made that you both were going to find a way to leave this small countryside town. That you both would stick together forever. You didn’t know that being a jujutsu sorcerer was the key out.

You silenced your phone. You felt lightheaded and your vision started to blur. Your head whips to the direction, you sense something. Something was coming near you. Pocketing your phone, you clutched onto your beat up weapon or what was left of it. You used the rest of your strength to be able to guard yourself.

A fight with a possible new enemy was beginning but the fight to stay conscience was coming to an end.

You eyes started drooping and you tried to blink awake. The thing in the distance coming closer.

You coughed blood.

“I’m sorry, Kugisaki.”

Your grip on your weapon loosened.

Your hand on your stomach slightly falls off your wound.

Your blinking slowly coming to an end.

Your eyes slowly close.

-

a/n: left this slightly open ended bc why not~ 

[ruershrimo]

k. nobara x fem!reader | two pretty best friends??

synopsis: nobara is nothing short of drop-dead gorgeous. you're really gay and super in love even though you think her affection toward you is merely platonic. but then an encounter during the sister school goodwill event makes you discover that you're also super oblivious.

seriously, how do you simultaneously keep those two up?!

word count: ~2.7k, tws: not really anything besides (noritoshi) kamo trying to hit on you??? it makes sense when you read it lol ('tw kamo' LMAO), reader throws shade (?) on mai and noritoshi, reader is called a ‘little mouse’ but more because of demeanour rather than,,, her figure,,,

you meet kugisaki nobara for the first time in the concrete jungle of tokyo. there, she looks like magic in a person, pure magazine model material: dyed brown hair cut girlishly short, wild and frayed at its ends like a paintbrush that had accompanied its owner for years; eyes the hue of a saccharine sweet milk chocolate bar; her back straight and confident, bold and all in place, as if she is where she should be and she knows this. the pinnacle of beauty, this girl is, perfect picture on the cover of vogue. 

she’s got skin that looks milky, silky; loved and kissed with her own tender, painstaking care, it seems. there’s a little bump on it— a blemish that goes unnoticed by the boys, covered by concealer, but it just makes her all the more beautiful. 

you’re barely able to talk to her. your brain goes blank as if it’s short-circuited, stricken and frozen in place. she opens her mouth and a melody sings mellifluously like a restaurant cabaret from an old record in your grandparents’ house. 

she’s magic. 

the second time you meet her, she drags you out shopping and you follow her like a magnet, not even bothering to make a begrudging reply. you’re hauled along by the collar, almost, and you let her. 

“I’m so glad that I’m not the only girl, honestly,” she states as the two of you walk along the pavement, “I can’t imagine having to handle those two all on my own, they must’ve been insufferable! actually, how did you deal with those idiots?” 

you have no idea how, actually. but the boys, savants in some ways yet complete imbeciles in others (oh they really could be bumbling idiots sometimes)— would never understand or comprehend this, any of this. no being of the male species would; they wouldn’t notice the way her eyes catch the light, her irises bursting into a kaleidoscope of colour, or the way she sits so confident of herself, position relaxed and powerful and self-assured. they wouldn’t have the mind to see these things, all right in front of them, and appreciate these traits, admire them. 

your words are almost caught in your throat; your reply comes out mangled and weak like asphyxiated fish from an iron net. “I– I don’t know, honestly,” you stutter, “I just, um, avoided them… but I guess it seems that they’re really close to each other already.” 

“...hey, you okay?” she asks, grabbing hold of your hand. your heart stops and nearly flatlines, heat pooling up in your cheeks. the summer air feels hot. yet it swelters you even more as she inches closer to you, her breath— mint mouthwash and grape-flavoured, mouth-cooling gum— nearly burning literal assaults on your skin. “no need to be shy. I mean, the two of us have got to stick together, you know!” 

“I’m– I’m okay, thanks. sorry.” 

she pulls herself away, and the little circle you have around you misses her in her absence, almost whining as you remind yourself that if she were to get any closer to you in proximity, you could possibly faint, or things could get much worse. 

“but seriously, if you’re a shy person, don’t let people pick on you or intimidate you!” she rolls up her sleeves, an impish yet valiant smile on her face, “I’ll beat them up if they do!” 

the third time you meet her, she’s teaching you a better way to do your makeup. something simpler, she says, a trick she learned online, something meant to mimic the stuff of movie stars and their picture-perfect, freshly-kissed lips. 

you don’t know how it’s gotten to this, though: your knees bent on the sofa as her legs are split on your lap (it looks less erotic than it sounds, you’re sure, but it still makes your brain feel like it’s being waved and wrung all over like a raggedy piece of cloth). she straddles your sides this way, snug between your lap and your stomach. 

“then you’re supposed to just dab it all around like this,” she continues, the blistering heat in your head spreading through your body pervasively as she presses her thumb to your lips, catching your breath in your throat. she places her hand on the side of your face, her fingers caressing your jawline and her thumb resting on your cheek, so close to your eyes that you can see it in your peripheral vision as you stare up at her, rendered a complete and utter mess. 

“come on, don’t be shy. stay still!” 

“sorry, kugisaki…” 

“hey,” she stops, her eyes boring into yours, unassuming and free of any sort of malintent, “don’t be so polite. you prostrate yourself too much, especially around me. seriously, don’t say sorry for everything, and just call me nobara, okay? we’ve got to help each other out— we’re both the girls of the group, the better half and all that. and we’re most of the only girls in this school. the ratio is crazy. so we’ve got to stick together and stuff, be comfortable with each other. no more apologies or self-doubts!” 

every bit of contact her skin has with yours lays a blooming garden of goosebumps on your skin, from your cheek, sliding all the way down to your shoulder. 

how could you act normal about this?

“see?” she asks, holding a mirror up to your face when she’s completed it. “you look beautiful! woah, I’m so good at this, honestly. it makes you feel pretty, right?” 

you’d never be as beautiful as her. for a long time, you’d thought you’d never be beautiful at all. 

but for once, you do. even if you won’t ever compare to her— and you guess nobody else ever could as well— it’s the way she says it, that gleam in her eye as she flashes you a grin while you marvel at how your face looks when it’s ‘dolled up’. you feel like you’re in a painting. like you’d been loved enough to be put in one. 

so you smile back at her, your teeth bare after years of covering your face in pictures and dreading when you couldn’t. she makes you believe that you could be beautiful. maybe that’s what real beauty is. that’s why she herself is beauty beyond compare. “yeah.” if you think about it and believe it enough, then you could embody it. like this, people would want you because you think they would. like this, you could be knockout because you think you could. you’d always known that her confidence factored into her beauty. 

“if you want, I could teach you how to put more makeup. it’s not that you need it to look ‘pretty’, but it would help you show others how you want to feel pretty. the reason why this looks good on you is because I did it to make your features stand out a little: see? you’ve got these gorgeous lips, so I made them look like that,” she highlights, “oh, yeah— want me to take a picture?” 

“you like kugisaki?” fushiguro asks. 

you remain silent. 

he rubs at his temples. “oh my goodness, you do. you’re in love with her.” 

“…not like you would understand,” you retort under your breath. he hears you anyway. 

“she’s so beautiful,” you start, sighing, “and so kind and confident. like she can walk into something and know exactly what she needs. she’s put together like that. and she does things with purpose. she doesn’t wander aimlessly or fight without a goal. she’s so good at makeup and fashion and resourceful when it comes to playing by her skills on the field, and she’s so outgoing and welcoming with people who she can get along well with, and she’s so warm—

“oh, I can’t stress it enough, fushiguro. I— she’s literally perfect. I like her so much, I-I feel like I’m on a cloud or something. every day feels like that.” 

“you’re down bad.” 

“I know,” you choke out pathetically. 

“but I’m pretty sure she already thinks the two of you are dating.” 

“…wait, what?!”

this happens, well— around the fiftieth time you meet her: 

sports festival preparations have been as lively as bubbles in soda pop lately, and you’re sitting down next to her, knees bent on the pavement, mourning a classmate you barely knew and the fact that he could have been a lifelong friend had he not been snuffed out prematurely. as you take another swig of your drink— green tea in the can so that she can have it too if the coca cola’s making her teeth have that weird, fuzzy, plaque formation-indicating feeling like always— she places her hand on yours. 

the heat on your cheeks, the barely formed but nearly forming sweat on your body. that stuff isn’t going to go away, ever. you’re pretty sure of that. even with a thousand indirect kisses from sharing food and even warming up to having her lying back flushed to your lap, it’s never going to go away. each time she looks at you, your gaze is transfixed on hers, your voice nearly comes out mangled, and you feel heat blossoming on the back of your balmy neck. 

“yeah?” you ask. 

“you know, [name], I love you. a lot. like, you’re really special to me,” she smiles warmly, a faint hint of red on her cheeks, just like the rose in her name— though that could just be your imagination. 

“...I love you too.” 

“heh,” she giggles, an impish, graceful, secure sound, like a kiss to your ears, your favourite song playing on the car radio in a memory from several years ago, “I’m glad!” 

it’s wonderful. 

your worst fears are never confirmed, but there are definitely things that give way to them. 

you’re quite sure that nobara herself isn’t like that— she does talk about having a boyfriend, but she doesn’t actually want to date a boy, you’re sure. the closest thing to a crush that you’ve ever seen her having is her admiration for maki— and you understand that. 

you respect maki: she’s impeccably smart, strong, and everything in between. yet her existence begets a small worry. if nobara crushes on maki and they end up together, what would be of you? 

the only thing you’d be certain of was that you’d keep loving nobara. you’d just want her to be happy, after all— all your tears and mourning for time spent on purposeless yearning, just to see that grin on your face. that would be worth it, a fair trade. 

but this is how you’re proven wrong, and you fall deeper in love with nobara after that. 

before the sister school goodwill event starts, the six of you (plus yuuji— you’d hate to admit it but seeing him again nearly made you break down in tears) have been given the opportunity to meet the kyoto students and welcome them. it goes about as well as you’d expected it to be— at least the physical portion of the fights and conflicts hadn’t already begun there. 

after having met them, you’re sure that half of them are out for blood here. they’re an eccentric crowd, but not just eccentric, per se— borderline terrifying. you’ll be sure to avoid them throughout and just focus on the plan. 

which is why you nearly sprint in the other direction like a deer from wolves when you see kamo noritoshi and zenin mai approaching you. 

and zenin mai has a stunning face. even if it can’t compare to nobara or her sister’s, she’s got a charm to her, a glint in her eye that you’re sure somebody else will appreciate someday. (just not you.) kamo is just there, his eyes closed for some reason even though you’re sure he must be fully capable of keeping them wide open, and his hair in an awful haircut that you fail to understand the appeal of. probably something traditional that his clan wanted. 

“oh?” mai says, a lilt in her tone. you’re going to get bullied, right? your stomach lurches forward and you nearly keel over, fainting— an all too familiar feeling. the popular people in school used to do that, especially the rude athletic boys. she would probably be popular among them, had she been born into a normal life. “what a little mouse. she seems like a doormat.” 

“zenin, teasing our competitors is unbecoming of members from our lineages,” he admonishes before mai groans. “shouldn’t you be with the other tokyo students?” kamo asks. 

why couldn’t you have just had to meet todo? he’d say that you had wonderful taste in women, you’re sure. why the girl with family issues and the guy with family issues and an atrocious haircut? 

“I, um— I got lost. but I don’t know if they’re going to have me anyway, I mean yuuji’s stronger than me so now I’m just going to be the weakest member there. anyway, um, nice chat, I’ve got to go, bye-bye—”  

“no,” kamo denies, “itadori yuuji besmirches the title of ‘jujutsu sorcerer’.” 

“and the title of weakling goes to maki, not you, I’m pretty sure,” mai says, “but you’re an adorable little thing. what’s your name— something-something, [name], am I correct?” 

what were they doing, completing their sentences like that?  did they practise their lines in the morning, staring in the mirror and repeating them over and over? they sound like people who’d be mentioned in the local family restaurant comedian’s shows— no, not even their shows, they’re not entertaining enough to be in their shows. they’d just barely be mentioned in passing in the bits so that five audience members could get an extra laugh they’d eventually forget about. 

“maki’s really strong, though,” you refute, trying to keep your mind calm “and yuuji, too. it’s hard fighting with them because nobody can ever beat them down, really.” 

“durability does not equate to power,” kamo claims. well, and then there’s someone like him, with neither. “and be confident of your own abilities. I can sense your cursed energy from here. it’s impressive,” he remarks. 

“...I appreciate the thought, but really, I have to go now—” 

“oh, stay for a while, won’t you?” mai asks, inching closer to you like a large ant from the corner of a room. how were insects always so good at slipping into houses and mentally impaired when it came to exiting them? 

kamo joins her, gripping your wrist. you’ll have to sanitise your hand and double-wash your sleeve now, especially after what you said (you’d be fine if mai was doing it, but why kamo? kamo of all people?) 

“ah, and this may seem rather spontaneous, but you’re rather beautiful.” really, it only sounds as good as it usually does if nobara is the one saying it. it feels like his words are assaulting your ears. “good luck.” 

“come on, don’t let her go yet—” 

“[name]! you okay?” 

it’s nobara. thank goodness, it’s nobara. 

“what the hell do you two think you’re doing to my girlfriend?!” 

girlfriend?! 

“oh, nothing,” mai goes, “just playing with her a little. she’s a doll. you picked well!” 

the only thing she can play with is her fucking audacity. 

“ugh— let’s go, [name]! don’t care about these people!” she pulls you along by the wrist. 

“I should’ve made sure you were okay,” she says as the two of you walk to the tokyo students’ gathering point. “I was worried! you’ve got to stick to us next time.” 

“sorry… but they really didn’t do anything. but, um… I think kamo tried to hit on me…?” 

“ew— with that haircut? hate it when twos go looking for tens.” 

“but um…” you hesitate, “about what you said, am I really… your girlfriend?” 

“huh?” she pulls back, “I thought we’d been dating for almost a month!” 

“wait, what—?!” 

“I even told you I loved you! we literally sleep on each others’ laps!” 

“I couldn’t tell if that was platonic or romantic or not! I mean, I don’t mean that I don’t want to date you, I just meant that I didn’t know—” 

“okay,” she exhales, “since we both need things to be clear. want to be my girlfriend?” 

“like, a girlfriend-girlfriend? like, going out on dates and stuff and um…” 

“yeah, a girlfriend-girlfriend. we can go out on dates and do even more than that, maybe,” she greens cheekily. 

“woah… I mean— it’s a dream, I—” 

“so it’s a yes?” 

“yeah—” 

she kisses you and it effectively shuts you up. her lips taste like a latte from the fancy coffee shop the two of you had visited two days before. to think that she’d seen it as a date, while you’d thought the whole thing was just another outing between ‘friends’... 

it’s the best feeling ever. 

this is going to flop too lmao but back at it w the low-quality posts but

[imagineanime2022]

Chosen

Ryomen Sukuna X Reader

Word Count: 1413

Requested: Anon

Request: Heyy, love your fics! Could I request a platonic Sukuna x teen reader who Sukuna considers as a daughter? She's in the same class as Yuuji at Jujutsu tech and she has like a terrible relationship with her parents and sometimes talks to Sukuna. Can it be kind of an angst to confort?? Tysmm

Warning: Bad relationship with your parents (not detailed), Sukuna is OOC I tried to stay as true to him as possible but he probably seems a little OOC

You had never been happier to know that Jujutsu Tech had on campus dorms, you had never been happy living at home, you had neve gotten on with your parents, they didn’t see cursed spirits the same way that you did so when you were a child they called you a liar or clumsy or an idiot for things that you would say or do, it caused you to recede into yourself, your cursed technique developing the more time you spent alone until one day Gojo knocked on you door.

Your parents were the ones that opened the door “Hi. I’m a representative from a private school in the city. We've been watching a few candidates from your daughter's school and have decided to offer her a place at our school.” Gojo explained. “Our daughter, are you sure?” Your father asked as you curled forward on your desk trying hard to ignore the conversation that you could hear from your window about it, hoping your homework could keep you busy. “Yes, your daughter (Y/N) (L/N).” Gojo confirmed and your father nodded, your head tuned to the curse that lingered around you because of your ability. “Six eyes!” The shill voice called out as you looked at it before turning back to the window, where you could hear your father inviting the man in, you could hear them coming up the stairs and then your door swung open and you looked at the door waiting for one of them to speak. “(Y/N) this is Satoru Gojo, he wants to talk to you about joining his school in the city.” Your father said, when you didn’t answer he gestured for Gojo to enter the room before walking back down the stairs. “Strange of them to want to leave their daughter with a man that they just met.” Gojo muttered under his breath. “They’ve never cared about me.” You answered with a shug. “So they’ve never believed you when you talked about the little guys that you can see?” Gojo asked. “Never… Why are you asking me that? How do you even know that?” You asked. “Have you ever been able to hurt them?” He asked. “Not on purpose, before when I was little, I was able to root around in their minds but the weaker ones seemed to come out of it confused and now they stick to me like guardians, telling me what little they know. They don’t like you.” You explained and he smirked. “Most of them don’t like me, my family is one of the strongest in the sorcerer's world.” He explained. “They call you six eyes, is that why you wear the blind fold?” You asked. “It is but not for the reason that you're thinking, I don’t actually have six eyes, it’s the name of one of the techniques I use.” He answered. “Are you sick of being stuck here?” “There’s nowhere else to go.” You answered. “If you choose to come with me, there’s dorms and you’ll get a job straight out of school you’ll never have to come back here unless you want to.” Gojo explained, you had only dreamed of something like this and now that it was offered to you, you didn’t know what to do, you hated where you were now but it was safe a known discomfort, if you were to leave you’d be in a whole new place and you didn’t know if you could go through that.

It was only a week later that you were properly moved into you dom, you met one of you classmates Megumi Fushiguro and a couple days later you met Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki, you all became the first years students a small class of great people who treated you better than your parents ever had. The first time that you met Sukuna was on the first night that you had all been watching a movie, you had all fallen asleep in the communal area. You often had trouble controlling your technique in your sleep, and this was no different, the problem was that you hadn’t even realised what you had done, Sukuna was aware of you long before you were of him.

Sukuna had seen you in his domain a few times before he decided to interact with you, his head leant on his hand as he called out “Hey kid! Are you going to wake up!?” He didn’t move from his throne and he had no idea why he had even woken you. “Where…” You mumbled as you looked around and before you could move he was standing over you. “What are you doing here little sorcerer?” He asked. “I don’t know.” You answered, he smiled as he saw the immediate submission in tone and actions as you looked at the floor below you, if you were disgusted by the liquid you were sitting in you didn’t show it. “Your technique is strong, you know you could tear someone apart if you controlled it properly.” He muttered. “I remember your family in the Heian era, they were worth the respect that they garnered.” “You know my family? Who are you?” You asked. “Knew.” He corrected “they’ve likely changed now, your parents are they able to do what you can?” “No. They hated me for what I could, thought I was crazy.” You answered. “Mmm and you believe them?” He asked with a smirk on his face “they’ve broken you, you need someone to build you up again.” “B-build…” You mumbled as you looked at your hands, he lifted your chin, your eyes glazing over with memories of fights he had with your family. “All you need to do is accept my help.” He offered you a hand, you reached up and took it but before anything else could happen you were shaken from your sleep, eyes falling on Yuji as he smiled. “I thought you were never going to wake up.” He laughed, “We have to get ready, we're going to be late.”

The next couple of weeks were filled with you visiting Sukuna and settling into a relationship much like a surrogate father, he told you stories of the past and helped you understand the technique that you had been given. It was only a little while that it started to scare, both your parents had hurt you and you were scared that it was something that you did. You had stopped sleeping as much, short naps didn’t allow for your technique to take hold but Sukuna noticed your absence the first night that you didn’t show, he wasn’t worried until he started to see you deteriorate though Yuji’s eyes. They were all so wrapped up in themselves that they hadn’t noticed so he’d have to fix it himself. He waited until he was sure that Yuji was sleep before taking control of his body, he easily navigated the dorms, completely silently finding and entering your room, you were sitting on the window seal facing away from him. “You should pay more attention to your surroundings.” He said and you jumped. “Yuji-” “Not quite.” He smirked as he moved forward, it seemed to dawn on you what was going on. “Sukuna, what are you doing here? This is because I’ve not been to see you, I’m sorry I didn’t-” “Stop talking.” He ordered, he knew that you mind was reeling and the fact that you were so tired but he needed you to calm down, what he wanted was fo you to rest, he told himself that you were too good of an asset to lose to your own mind, but the truth was far deeper than that, he wasn’t ready to admit that. “Sorry.” You said softly looking down. “Stop that, don’t apologise, why are you avoiding me?” He asked. “I just figured that I was bothering you.” you answered “I don’t have anything to offer you in return for everything, I should stop taking from you.” “Have Iever asked for anything, little one?” He asked. “No but-” “I don’t want anything else, you will pay me back in time, your ability is more than enough.” Sukuna answered. “Come on time to rest, you will become stronger and then when I take the world back you will be the only sorcerer left standing, my chosen child.” “Chosen?” You asked. “Of all I have seen you are the best.” He answered. “Now get some rest.” “Okay.” You answered softly.

Request Here!!

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What will be your next works/request?

Here they are, from the oldest to the most recient Request (but not exactly the publishing order, it will be kind of random this time)

Platonic Principal Yaga x Reader

Platonic Yandere Nanami/Higuruma x Necro Reader: reaction to safe adults

Hunter(Toh) x Fluttershy Reader

Platonic Yandere Nanami/Higuruma Drabble Angst

Hazbin Hotel crew with Bill Cipher Reader

Hazbin Hotel crew with Hunter TOH Reader

Yandere Mephisto Pheles x Willing! Witch! Reader

SatoSugu x Bully! Reader (continuation of a Drabble)

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Scarlet Witch! Reader

Lucifer, Satan, Mephisto and Shiro with a half demon Reader crushing on them

would react Rin, Renzo, Juuzou to finding out their crush is a half demon?

General Dating Headcanons of Higuruma

Yandere Nobara Kugisaki Drabble

Platonic Nanami x Adoptive Daughter Reader

Lancelot x depressed Luz! Reader

Yandere Choso x Rosa Reader (OC)

Amity, Luz and Hunter with an Angel Dust! Reader

Yandere Lucifer/Mephisto and Amaimon Headcanons with half demon Reader (individual)

Yandere Giyuu Tomioka x Kianna Reader (OC) Drabble

Platonic Yandere Winry Rockbell x aprentice Reader

Platonic Roy Mustang x Sibiling Reader Drabble

Yandere! Evil! Mark Grayson/Invincible x Little Sibiling! Reader

Mark Grayson/ Invincible x Raven! Reader

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Yui Komori! Reader

Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric and Ling Yao x Reader with a Twin

[nyctophiliq]

+ . . . RULES & CHARACTERS !

- RULES

× you can request smut and/or sfw for all of the following characters

× dark content such as ; dub-con, stepcest, mentions of blood, knives, age gap, etc.

× female, afab, or gn reader

× WILL NOT WRITE amab or male reader, character x character

× NO snuff, wound-fucking, incest, extreme gore, feet fetish, necrophilie etc.

× be spesific about your request, give a little scenario because no-one can do a lot with "something with xy character and make it smut 🥺🥺"

- CHARACTER

jujutsu kaisen ;;

nanami kento, mai zenin, maki zenin, nobara kugisaki, utahime iori, shoko ieiri ( all romantic + platonic )

valorant ;;

viper, reyna, neon, sage, jett, fade ( all romantic + platonic )

arcane ;;

caitlyn, jinx, sevika, vi, grayson, cassandra, mel, ambessa ( all romantic + platonic )

the last of us part 2 ;;

dina, ellie eilliams, abby anderson ( all romantic + platonic )

resident evil ;;

alcina dimitrescu, bela dimitrescu, mother miranda, jill valentine, ada wong, leon s. kennedy, rebecca chambers, chris redfield, claire redfield, ashley graham ( all romantic + platonic )

league of legends ;;

k/da evelynn, k/da ahri, k/da kaisa, k/da akali, renata glasc, zeri, samira, vayne ( all romantic + platonic )

[gatitties]

Web of love

─Yandere!Jujutsu Kaisen x fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: forced to abandon your family and being spit out into a world of curses where everyone seems to gravitate towards you

─Warnings: a little angst¿ obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

The blank pages: Part One

ok I had a burst of inspiration and I needed to write also need more platonic yanderes for jjk 😔 (I'll probably write another part because I left out many characters and villains… 😈)

SOMETIMES you think that you had to do something very terrible in your old life, something unforgivable and unimaginable to be punished right now, sometimes you think that the easiest thing would be to bang your head against the wall until you are stupid enough to have a caregiver and stop worrying about many things.

You just wanted to help your parents with the family business, being a time of high demand in the hostelry sector, taking advantage of your school holidays, you loved your family very much and helping in the business was the least you could do.

But the moment a group of children come in screaming excitedly and running from one side to the other you lost your nerve, yes, they are kids celebrating a birthday, but so much activity, noise and annoyance made a vein swell on your forehead, you were reaching the limit, but at least there were only a couple of hours left to be able to close and surreptitiously remove the last people with brooms.

You swore you were losing years and hair, that the minutes passed slower and slower as if you were stuck in an endless hour.

"I think if you keep squeezing the tray like that you'll break it, honey."

Your mother squeezed your shoulder, you turned to look at her, she was behind the bar, cleaning with a cloth while she glanced at you from time to time, she certainly knew how to detect when you were losing your temper, after all she saw you have many crises nervous before.

"Sorry, you know I can't stand so much movement and annoying noises, it's exhausting."

"Oh, I think you can go home if you want, you've done enough for today miss."

A new voice joined in, your father made way with a couple of plates, he left them on the bar to place his hands on your shoulders and rub circles on them, calming you with his touch, you smiled in agreement, your mood improving as you heard that you can go home once and for all, they wouldn't have much work at this hour.

"Don't forget the jacket love, it's already night and it's cold outside!"

"I know mom, bye, love you two!"

You shouted as you were already walking through the door, you waved to both of them before walking out onto the lonely streets, luckily your house wasn't too far from the family business. Without wasting time you grabbed your faithful life companions, your headphones, connecting them to your phone to listen to music at a ridiculously high volume. You let music be your final destination, if you ever suffer an accident, at least it'll be listen to something you like.

Moving your head slightly to the rhythm of the sound, looking at the ground as your legs moved on their own, knowing the way back by heart, you concentrated on drowning out the thoughts leaving your mind blank, it wasn't very difficult since you barely had enough active neurons at this time to have too deep thoughts.

"Huh?"

Some mist came out of your mouth when you felt something tiny cling to your leg, confused, you looked down with a blank look and an imperturbable face, you saw like a kind of fairy-bug, a strange thing was sticking to your leg, looking at you with eyes of a kicked dog. Oh yeah, you started seeing these kinds of creatures, monsters, whatever they are, a couple of months ago when you decided to walk into a 'witchcraft' shop just because a bracelet seemed cute to you.

When you wanted to question the old woman who sold it to you ─after checking that you hadn't spent too much time on the Internet to be hallucinating─ she was no longer there, as if she had disappeared from the face of the earth, no one seemed to remember her except of you.

You grimaced, holding the little thing carefully, pushing it away from you as if you had just taken unidentified food out of the sink after having washed the dishes, without hesitation you threw it like it was a snot, you didn't even hear the squeal that came from it as it crashed to the ground because you hadn't turned the music down.

You continued your path, ignoring how more of those monsters began to appear, larger ones, with more or less human shapes, you didn't know if you had reached the point of emotional exhaustion that you no longer cared about those things, or you were so desensitized to certain things that you barely changed your expression.

"Help… help please… my son- oh- it burns…"

Your feet stopped suddenly, almost falling face first to the ground as you felt one of those monsters cling to your arm like an old woman crossing the street with a helper, looking at you with tears flowing down her cheeks, murmuring things you wouldn't understand if you weren't able to read lips, her hand went higher and higher, absorbing your body in a kind of wrestling-like lock-hug.

If you could you would pinch the bridge of your nose, you started to struggle with the woman, she started screaming the further you got away from her, you cursed silently when you couldn't get her off. This was it, the only thing that bothered you about seeing strange things was that they clung to you as if you were some kind of helper or salvation, you are not a saint, you are not a savior, you were nobody, but they kept coming to you like bees to pollen.

"Looks like you need some help"

You turned your head slowly, dramatizing the side eye you gave to that familiar voice, you heard by chance because of the song change and the small silence, but you could feel his presence for miles. Your frown deepened as you saw the albino look at you with a smile, oh, not only did you have to deal with these curses on your own, as if that were not enough, being one of the few people capable of perceiving these things certain people became interested in you. Sorcerers, it was funny, you didn't believe in magic until you saw this albino lunatic exorcise a curse in front of your eyes, even though you were somewhat skeptical, you refused to attend his institute, but they kept showing up to persuade.

"No, I can take care of this."

"Aw sure, go ahead then, I want to see how you do it."

This time you didn't listen to shit, but his shit eating smile told you everything you wanted to know, you started to struggle with the cursed woman again, it didn't work until you started talking to her. You found it was easier if you tried to give comforts to the poor cursed souls, and you had to do it reluctantly on these types of occasions, removing your headphones for greater concentration. You were terrible at comforting people, so it was like an uphill climb to get that curse to leave you alone.

"And that was ten minutes, you could have done it in twenty seconds if you knew how to use cursed energy."

"Just get lost, I already said no."

"We are offering you free knowledge, how can you refuse it?"

"Aren't public schools there for that?"

"There are no exorcization courses that I know of."

You rubbed your face desperately, you didn't want to learn sorcery, you didn't want to get in trouble, you didn't want to have to comfort anyone, you wanted your simple life, helping your parents, studying, getting a decent job. What kind of future would guarantee you knowing how to control that cursed energy? Clearly nothing good.

"I'm going to put it another way… you attract cursed energy, until now you have been lucky enough to find desperate souls in search of comfort, but what will happen when something much worse is stalking you? Something that seeks blood, your blood."

"Then I'll die, isn't it obvious?"

You raised your thumb with a sarcastic smile, you were too tired to continue a conversation, unfortunately Gojo's next words resonated in your head like a scratched record.

"What if they were your parents? They will not be safe by your side, as I said you attract bad energies."

A lump formed in your throat, letting a shaky breath escape your lips, he watched in silence as he had managed to hit your weak spot, your family, it was something you wouldn't change for the world, they were people who would die for you without a second thought, and just like them, you would give your life for them, they showered you with love and affection, the least you could do was protect them from your own problems.

As annoying as it was to give Gojo an affirmative answer, you had to swallow your pride for a greater reason, and just a week later you were already making the move. Covered as a kind of “Erasmus”, your parents were happy that you were going to explore and meet friends on your own, you wanted to tell them that you didn't want to go, that they would refuse to allow that decision, but that wasn't the case.

Then began what seemed like torture for you, as if you had fallen into a spider web and the more you struggled, the more you got caught in the webs. It was strange, everyone there seemed to have knowledge about who you were and where you came from while you were completely uninformed, it felt strange to be greeted so warmly by unknown people, inside you it was stressful to receive such a degree of attention, but you kept your expression unfazed.

You were like an extension of Megumi, only less expressive and definitely more stupid, you had no thoughts beyond your lost eyes staring into space, nothing made you flinch, nothing made you laugh, nothing made you have a hint of emotion that wasn't nervousness or tiredness. And yet the three first-year students, your classmates, could hear how you tried to drown out your nightly sobs, longing for your home and your family, how you secretly laughed lightly when you saw something stupid on your phone. Why didn't you want to share your emotions with them? Weren't they good enough for you?

You don't know what you triggered by strictly trying not to get emotionally close to people who from one day to the next could be in a grave, just because you couldn't stand it, just because you couldn't stand giving up more parts of your little heart to have them break later.

Itadori started to stick to you like a sticker, are you going for a walk? He needs to stretch his legs, do you want to laze around? He too! He is new to this world of curses like you, so he thinks it is better that you help each other in the face of complications and training. The first time he saw how a curse clung to you for comfort it almost gave him a seizure, he would never think he would be able to exorcise something so quickly, it worried him how used you were to being 'attacked' like that constantly and it only increased his worry, he needed to keep you safe from this dangerous world, it was a promise.

Megumi felt sorry, unlike him you had a normal and happy family, people to turn to, a little envious, he wasn't going to lie, but he tried to make you as comfortable as possible, maybe a little too paranoid about your well-being now that you were a novice unwilling to learn, he felt like he was your big brother, he wasn't going to take an eye off you even for a second, you could get hurt or worse and he had already experienced the bitter feeling.

Nobara was persistent that you open up to her, after all girls should be close, maybe she got too obsessed with that phrase when she watched suspiciously as Itadori dragged you to do something stupid ─against your will but without the energy of to refuse─ and you weren't going with her to have a snack or shopping, she felt a pang in her heart, what if she's not there and something happens? She doesn't trust anyone to take care of you, everyone is inept in her eyes.

Gojo proclaimed himself your fake father, no matter how hard he tried, he would in no way replace the real one, but if he wanted to play the family game you would let him if that made him happy. His attitude was the one that bothered you the most because it made you look like a helpless person at his side, he made you look like you needed him to take care of you. You accepted being the weakest link, but you could fight your own battles, especially after discovering some of your abilities, but he wouldn't allow it, you're too adorable to let go.

After some tests, missions and training, they discovered that your cursed energy acted like an antenna, attracting all curses that wanted to be forgiven or sought freedom. You were cursed with the 'gift' of forgiving and freeing from torture curses that wanted to cease to exist, and you acted as a peacemaker on some occasions. Luck was definitely not on your side or it was kicking you for having laughed at so many other people's sorrows on the internet, couldn't you punch? Kicks? Do voodoo? Summon shikigami? No, you had to pat and release cursed souls.

You didn't have enough suffocating attention from the sorcerers that you also had to have that from the curses. You were going to look for the old woman who cursed you the day you entered her store in another life and you were going to sacrifice her in the name of barbatos.

"Hey there you were! We're going out to dinner, are you coming?"

Nobara opened your door without knocking, you didn't stop looking at the ceiling while you lay motionless in your bed, you shook your head slowly in denial, you weren't in the mood, you were never in the mood.

"Don't talk nonsense, there is no way you can stay here alone, come on, come on! Gojo will pay for everyone."

Itadori entered immediately, pulling your wrist to drag you, you slid off the bed like a dead body, looking blankly at the boy who was giving you a puppy dog look, it wasn't that that made you accept, but if you didn't accept you would pass more time arguing with them in a useless way. You had learned to accept your destiny, you had learned to stay still in that web, maybe if you manage not to move you can free yourself, just maybe.

"I'm glad you decided to accept! It is good to have bonding time with your classmates and teacher, it encourages communication."

You nodded, looking absentmindedly at your phone, scrolling through the screen without looking at anything in particular but not wanting to have to look at the albino's expression, he knew you were going to accept, he knew you were going to go with them because they wouldn't give you any other option. He put his arm around your shoulders dragging you towards the car while he chattered things that went in one ear and out the other.

"Will you sit next to me?"

" No way, she will sit with me!"

And the tug of war began between Itadori and Nobara over who you would sit next to, too stubborn to 'share' if you sat in the middle, they would prefer to be the only ones next to you, Megumi on the other hand was the smartest when entering the first, if he sat in the middle he would assure him that you would sit next to him, however, absorbed in the discussion, they did not notice how you moved towards the passenger seat, end of the discussion and the headache, now you just had to rack your brain thinking about how to solve the fight next to who you would sit at while eating without giving anyone the benefit.

Sometimes you think that you had to do something very terrible in your old life, something unforgivable and unimaginable to be punished right now, sometimes you think that the easiest thing would be to bang your head against the wall until you are stupid enough to have a caregiver and stop worrying about many things, now you had four caregivers but no concussion, for now.

[chuuyrr]

Pretty pleaseee do a one-shot where the first years keeps on poking, squishing, and biting (you know what I mean) kikufuku's cheeks! Then she starts to get annoyed and tries to avoid them for the next few days.

when the first-years keep biting scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader's cheeks

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, major themes of fluff, soft! itadori, megumi & nobara content, sukuna being a meanie to poor scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader <\3

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! itadori yuuji x reader, platonic! fushiguro megumi x reader, platonic! kugisaki nobara x reader, platonic! ryomen sukuna x reader, dad! gojo satoru x child! reader

aww, this request is so cute omg >< thank you so much for requesting and for being patient, enjoy reading ♡

at first, megumi, yuuji and nobara found it a bit odd of their sensei to call you kikufuku because it's literally a sweet, a dessert, well, that was until they realized that for themselves. there's one particular reason as to why gojo satoru loved calling you that, it was your cheeks. your cheeks were so round and squishy, it was absolutely adorable. no wonder gojo can't go on his day without at least pinching or kissing your cheek, so it wasn't long until the first-years started doing it.

it first started with megumi, your half older brother. surprising, i know. megumi isn't the type to kiss or pinch your cheeks though, he just likes poking it. that was bearable and all was pretty much okay until nobara started pinching your cheeks and eventually yuuji being the one to bite them.

the first-years just couldn't help but smother you at this point. even sukuna was a literal menace. you know how sukuna appears on yuuji's cheekbones as an eye and mouth? well, whenever your face was pressed up all adorably against yuuji's face, the king of curses deadass bites your cheek, resulting you to slapping yuuji in the face because of it once out of surprise 💀

even sukuna couldn't resist sweet little you.

you loved physical affection, you really do, but all the cheek poking, squishing and biting of your cheek became too much for you. hence, the silent treatment. as usual, with no one to babysit you, gojo had to bring you to jujutsu tech with them. you always were excited to go with him, except for today.

gojo was dressing up in his bedroom, putting on his jacket and trousers. "kikufuku! are you done dressing up? we're gonna go see gumi-nii and his friends. you're staying over at megumi's dorm, remember?" he hollered after slipping on his shoes and grabbing his suitcase to get up and look for you.

"don't wanna!" you cried out from your bedroom, earning a baffled expression from your dad.

"what?" gojo entered your room to see you hiding under the covers of your bed with your stuffies and pillows. "kikufuku? what's wrong? are you not feeling well?" this raised gojo's concern.

"no, but i don't wanna go! i want uncle nanami or auntie iori." you continued, poking your head out of the covers to pout and whine at your dad who was standing at your doorframe.

"kikufuku, baby. your uncle nanami is on a mission and your auntie iori is at kyoto." gojo sighed, chuckling softly think that missing them was the reason for your behavior. "and you can't travel universes little missy. i'm going on a business trip later after i drop you off."

"but i don't want gumi-nii!" you persisted as gojo pulled and picked you up from the covers before slinging your baby bag on his back. "don't leave meee, daddyyy." you held onto gojo's neck, clinging to him as he carried you with one arm after flicking the lights off your room and closing the door.

"i'm not leaving you just yet, kikufuku. it's going to be okay. i'll ring nanamin and utahime to see if their available, will that suffice?" gojo drew you away from him enough to face you.

"okay." you pouted in defeat, nodding your head begrudgingly.

"i promise i'll bring you souvinirs like the usual." gojo kissed your forehead before pulling you closer to his embrace as he exited the house with his bag and yours.

gojo noticed how you were constantly looking left and right when you two arrived at tokyo jujutsu tech, and how you were clinging to him like a koala and refusing to let go. he wondered if it was just one of those days when you were extra clingy, or if you were simply looking for nanami or utahime. gojo watched as you passed by the grounds and let out a small shriek when the first-years came running as soon as they saw you and your father.

"gojo-sensei! [name]-chaaan!~"

while megumi followed them, nobara and yuuji exclaimed in a singalong tone of voice, both nobara and yuuji already had their hands outstretched, most likely to squish and poke your cheeks. oh no.

"oi, megumi-kun! yuuji-kun! nobara-chan!" gojo smiled as he greeted his students, but you dissipated from his arms and turned into a red mist as soon as the first-years arrived.

"e-eh? kikufuku?!" gojo and the first-years students were both surprised to find you gone from his arms when you were literally clinging to him. "where did you go?!"

they eventually found you before they all panicked, but you were literally on top of a tree, clinging to a branch like some cat.

"[name]-chan?!" gojo and the first-years students sweat-dropped, "w-what are you doing up there?!"

gojo sighed, shaking his head and chuckling as he saw you, "oh boy."

"come on, [name]-chan! let's get you down from there, m'kay? just stay put!" yuuji yelled as he dashed towards the tree you were perched on.

"noooo!" you cried out, then vanished from their sight, using your chaos magic to teleport before yuuji could catch you, but this time, you reappeared behind gojo and grabbed his legs.

"are you playing a game of tag?" gojo looked down at you, puzzled, and reached out a hand to ruffle your hair. "kikufuku, you need to go with them. i'm gonna be late for my trip."

"no!" you shook your head, proceeding to hide behind his towering legs. "don't wanna!"

"eh? what's wrong, [name]-chan?" nobara asked, tipping her head at the side as she made grabby-hands towards you. "don't you wanna come with us?"

"no! i don't want to go." you persisted, continuing to cling to gojo, wrapping your tiny arms around his leg tightly. "i want to stay with daddy."

gojo eventually had no choice but to leave you alone since you don't seem to want the first-years for whatever reason he doesn't know, so he just ended up giving you to yaga before he left, and they couldn't help but notice how your ignoring game became increasingly obvious.

when one of the first-years approaches you, you scurry towards yaga, clinging to him like you did before gojo left, or you simply run away. you avoided them all day, hiding whenever nobara and yuuji were about to approach, most likely to poke or pinch your cheeks. you also had no choice but to sleep in megumi's dorm by the time night fell, but he noticed you had put up a wall of pillows between you and him before you two did, and you didn't even bother saying goodnight to him like you always do.

since gojo was on a business trip, you were forced to stay at jujutsu tech for a few days until he returned, which is why things had gotten significantly more difficult, and the first-years were worried. you weren't behaving that way around the second-years.

"did you guys make [name] upset or something?"

while all of you were on the grounds of the jujutsu tech, maki was the first to speak up about the issue, but you were busy doing zoomies with inumaki and panda. "[name] just asked if she could sleep in my dorm just a while ago."

"what? but, i don't think we did anything." nobara frowned, leaning against her knuckles and resting her elbow on her thigh.

"[name] has been avoiding us since gojo-sensei brought her over," megumi exclaimed before letting out a long sigh. "she won't talk or eat with us, and she runs away whenever she sees us; she won't even sleep next to me without a wall of pillows between us."

"do you think [name]-chan hates us?" yuuji's eyes widened and a worried expression crossed his face.

"so it's that bad, huh?" maki raised an eyebrow and shook her head in response to their statements. "alright, i'll talk to [name] about it."

"please do, maki-san! you're our hope!" itadori and nobara exclaimed together, clasping their hands.

maki stood up and strolled over to where you, panda, and inumaki were. you ran up to maki as soon as you saw her and happily wrapped your tiny arms around her legs.

"maki-nee!" you exclaimed, looking up at her as she ruffled your hair.

"hey, kid." maki smiled before gently pulling away from your embrace, squatting down to your height, "do you mind if i ask you a quick question?"

"what is it?" you asked, blinking.

"what did those guys do to you, huh? they said you've been avoiding them for days now. what's up with that?" maki asked, tilting her head as she looked at you.

you locked your gaze on her for a brief moment before turning away, puffing up your cheeks as you fiddled with your fingers, "they kept squishing and poking my cheeks, and biting too, especially yuuji-nii and sukuna-nii."

maki, inumaki, and panda all looked at you in surprise before she snickered. "r-really, now?"

"don't laugh!" you exclaimed, now pouting, "it was kind of annoying me, that's all."

"but avoiding them isn't always going to work," maki said, clearing her throat before her face deepened into a serious expression. "you shouldn't hide your feelings, instead, tell them honestly how you feel. now, i want you to go to itadori, fushiguro, and kugisaki and tell them you're upset because they kept squishing, biting, and poking your cheeks."

"but why?" you frowned at this.

"so they know how it makes you feel, and you don't have to keep avoiding them anymore," maki explained before patting your head.

"okay, maki-nee." you nodded in understanding.

"atta' girl. don't worry, panda and inumaki will be right here to support you." maki gave you a thumbs up, while inumaki and panda nodded and gave you an 'okay' sign using their hands and paws.

you quickly left the second-year students and ran up to megumi, nobara, and yuuji, who were sitting on the porch.

"[name]-chan?" nobara asked, watching along with megumi and yuuji as you took a deep breath and stood in front of them.

"i don't like it when you guys squish, poke and bite my cheeks everytime. it's.. it's making me upset." you expressed as you fiddled with your fingers, looking at each and every single one of them. "a-and i'm sorry for avoiding you. i got really annoyed."

"oh, so that's why!" an imaginary light bulb shone above their heads right that instant.

"we're so sorry, [name]-chan! we didn't mean to make you upset!" yuuji cried out before hanging his head in shame.

"you should have told us, we wouldn't be mad." megumi beckoned you to come over to him, and you did, resulting in him embracing you and gently patting your back. "you had us worried. i actually thought you were getting detached from us.. we're sorry."

"we're really sorry, [name]-chan! can we hug you too, as an apology?" nobara apologized, opening her arms along with yuuji. "we won't do that as much anymore."

with a smile, you nodded your head and opened your arms to yuuji and nobara, "it's okay with me."

yuuji and nobara happily embraced you as megumi held you, and the four of you shared a sweet group hug as maki, panda, and inumaki nodded in agreement. everything was finally alright until your cheek brushed up against yuuji's, and sukuna, being an absolute menace of a curse king, chomped your cheek.

"s-sukuna-nii.. h-he.." as tears streamed down your face, your [color] eyes instantly turned into a glowing red color. "he bit my cheek.."

yuuji immediately pulled away from you and yelled at the king of curses that had morphed into an eye and mouth on his face, "SUKUNA!"

nobara had also pulled away and screamed angrily before stomping towards the vessel of the king of curses. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO [NAME]-CHAN, HUH?!"

and that's how yuuji ended up getting punched in the face, knocked out, by nobara, while you were bawling your eyes out to megumi and the second-years about how sukuna was big meanie. on the bright side, you made amends with the first-years, but it appears that the king of curses will be subjected to your silent treatment this time.

[catandrabbitt]

Introduction/Fandoms

last updated [01.23.23]

welcome to my blog!! im still new to all of this so just bear with me LOL

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when I write, I try my best to leave Y/N, or the reader, as blank as possible. i will not write the reader/Y/N with a set description, appearance, etc

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i will not write for

explicit suicide, self harm, ddlg, human waste, vore, character x character, animal harm, pregnancy

i will write for

yandere, non-yandere, noncon/dubcon, horror/gore, character death, abo dynamics, AUs, poly, some kinks are fine just ask if unsure

who/what i write for

italics -> favs

Alice In Borderland

chishiya shuntaro, niragi suguru, ryohei arisu, kuina hikari, mira kano, ann rizuna, usagi yuzuha, kyuma ginji

Jujutsu Kaisen

itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, gojo satoru, geto suguru, ryomen sukuna, nanami kento, okkotsu yuta, zenin maki, fushiguro toji, kamo noritoshi

Hunter X Hunter

hisoka morow, illumi zoldyck, leorio paradinight, kurapika kurta, chrollo lucilfer, phantom troupe, gon freecss and killua zoldyck (platonic)

Chainsaw Man

aki hayakawa, hirofumi yoshida, denji, power, kishibe, angel

Arcane

vi, jinx, viktor, silco, ekko

[sunoorintarou]

Catharsis: Vivid

Phos!Reader x (Platonic) Nobara Kugisaki

Warnings: Regret, self blaming, general angst, usual Catharsis warnings

Notes: this was supposed to be smthn cute with Phos and Nobara but ig things happen💀

Nobara's eyes were trained on the bottle of nail polish on her desk. A bottle of dark blue.

She picked up the nail polish, beginning to paint her nails. Unwanted memories began to cloud her vision, memories she could never forget no matter how hard she tried. Memories of you.

"But I don't like nail polish. It smells weird." You had frowned, shaking your head.

It was late at night, and you and Nobara had decided to have a sleepover in her room, gossiping and giggling the entire night thus far.

You had offhandedly mentioned your inexperience with many things, like makeup and nail polish, immediately causing Nobara to want to change that.

"I picked this colour out just for you, though." Nobara pouted, holding a bottle of dark blue polish. The colour perfectly contrasting the bright red she usually wore.

You saw the hope in her eyes, will going weak before nodding, holding your hand out to her.

Nobara immediately perked up, smiling brightly as she began painting your nails.

"There, there! Look how pretty!" She smiled, showing you your perfectly painted and manicured nails.

You glanced from them to her bright face, smiling softly. "Yeah, I guess they're not all that bad."

"Let's take a picture, they look pretty together!"

Nobara paused, setting the bottle of blue nail polish down, watching as it dried.

After that, it was tradition for you to come back to her whenever they chipped or peeled for her to redo them, letting her experiment with different styles and shapes.

Almond shaped with plain deep blue nail polish was your favourite, and she had agreed they suited you the best.

Nobara paused, eyes widening as she looked at her own nails. Almond shaped with deep blue nail polish. A stark contrast to her usual square shaped with shiny red polish and occasional gold designs.

She stood up, walking to her cupboard as she opened it, grabbing her signature bottle of red nail polish. The last time she had gotten one was more than a month ago. She remembered the day vividly. You had chosen that one for her, after all.

The bottle was still full.

She looked over at the blue polish, realising it was the one you had always worn. Her eyes went wide.

It was half empty.

Nobara sighed, putting the red nail polish away and going back to her chair, bringing her knees up to meet her chest as she examined her nails.

She wondered if you were still wearing the same nail polish. Whether you still wore the same perfume she had picked out for you. If you thought of her when you felt sad on those long nights after longer days.

If you remember how she'd stayed in your room with you, holding you close as you cried in her arms. Remember how you'd spilled the beginnings of your true feelings to her and made her swear she'd never tell anyone.

Perhaps if she'd been faster, if she'd questioned you more, if she'd spent more time with you, spoke with you more, held you more. Perhaps you'd still be with her.

After that night, however, she began to doubt. Not you, but herself.

Just how much did she really know about you?

She knew your name, your age, that you liked banana milk, that your favourite Sanrio character was Cinamoroll. She knew you liked sleeping and loved your friends. But that was just material, physical.

Your family, your friends, your life before you came here, your goals, your dreams, your passions, your hobbies. Did you ever have pets? Have you ever had a boyfriend? Did you even want a boyfriend? Marriage? Kids? A family?

Your childhood, where you were from, hell, Nobara didn't even know your surname.

Did she ever, for a moment, really know you?

Were your smiles real? Your laughter? The way you felt about everyone was genuine. That was something she didn't doubt for a second. The way you cared about everyone, making sure no one got left behind, making sure no one ever felt alone.

How was it that you were the one that got left behind first? The one who felt the most alone?

How long had the storm in you brewed til you could no longer ignore it?

Just what had happened? Was it Yukio? Just Yukio? Something told her it was more than that. So what was it?

What was so horrible and twisted, settling under your skin, making it itch and crawl, causing you to scratch at it, scarring your skin, causing you to destroy yourself?

Nobara sighed. Asking herself these questions wouldn't bring you back. No what if or should have would.

Instead, all she could do was lament and pray that in another life, she'd never let you leave. In this life, however, she swore she'd find you and try to atone for her sins. If nothing else, she just wanted you to be happy, even if it was without her.

[iggysolosgoku]

Get to know me

Name: Johnny

Age: 19

Requests are open!

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Favorite animes: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, jujutsu kaisen,demon slayer and sailor moon

Favorite movies: Scott pilgrim vs the world, repo the genetic opera, scream, the whole Chucky franchise, five nights at Freddy's, the whole trolls franchise, nightmare before Christmas, and Edward scissorhands

Stuff I will write: Fluff, found family, platonic stuff, nsfw, sfw, LGBTQ, yandere, autistic reader, chubby reader,any character reader (ex: mitsuri reader), and poly

Stuff I won't write: incest, angst, age gap,any trolls character x reader cause that's just weird, and animal x reader

Animes and movies I write for: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, Jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, and Scott pilgrim vs the world

Characters from hunter x hunter I write for: Gon freeces (platonic ONLY), Killua Zoldyck (platonic ONLY), kurapika, leorio, Bisky, wing, illumi Zoldyck, the whole phantom troupe (minus bonolenov, kortopi, and Franklin I like them but not like that), Kite, and Knuckle bine

Characters from Scott pilgrim vs the world I write for: Scott pilgrim, Ramona Flowers, Kim Pine, Stephen Stills, Young Neil, Knives Chau (platonic ONLY), Julie Powers, Stacey Pilgrim, Lucas Lee, Roxie Richter, Gideon Graves, Katayangi Twins, Matthew Patel, Envy Adams, Todd Ingram, and Wallace wells (platonic for girls)

Characters from Jjba part 1 I write for: Jonathan Joestar, Robert E.O Speedwagon, Erina Pendolton, and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 2 I write for: Joseph Joestar, Caesar Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa, Suzi Q, Kars, Wammu, Esidisi, And Santanna

Characters from Jjba part 3 I write for: Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Joseph Joestar (platonic ONLY), Holly Kujo and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 4 I write for: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu nijimura, koichi hirose, Rohan kishibe, yukako yamagishi, toshikazu hazamada (I don't support his actions), Tonio trussaradi, Yoshikage Kira, Reimi Sugimoto, and Mikitaka hazekura

Characters from Jjba part 5 I write for: Giorno Giovanna, bruno bucciarati, Leone abbachio, Trish una, narancia ghirga, mista Guido, panncotta fugo, risotto Nero, melone, formaggio, illuso, prosciutto, pesci (platonic ONLY), diavolo, doppio vinegar, squala, tiziano, cioccolata, sorbet, gelato, and ghiaccio

Characters from Jjba part 6 I write for: Jolyne Kujo, ermes Costello, narsico anasui, weather report, foo fighters, and Enrico pucci

Characters from Jjba part 7 I write for: Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, hot pants, Diego Brando, and Lucy steel (platonic ONLY)

Characters for jjba part 8 I write for: I have not read part 8 yet

Characters from demon slayer I write for: Tanjiro Kamado, zenitsu agastuma, inosuke hashibira, nezuko Kamado (platonic ONLY), genya, and all the hashira

Characters from jujutsu kaisen I write for: Yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, satoru gojo, nanami kento, kamo choso, and geto suguru

I will NOT write for: Hisoka Morrow