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~Yuji Itadori Headcannons~

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~ Yuji is your biggest cheerleader. Whether you’re dealing with a tough mission or having a bad day, he’ll always be there to hype you up and remind you of how strong and amazing you are

~ Yuji is naturally funny without even trying. His goofy smile and infectious laugh make even the most stressful days feel lighter. He’s constantly cracking jokes, even if it’s at his own expense.

~ Yuji is always looking for snacks, and he’s constantly offering you whatever he's eating. He’ll give you the last piece of cake or the last bite of ramen with a big grin on his face, even if it’s his favorite.

~ Yuji’s love language is definitely touch. He’s always throwing an arm around you, giving you piggyback rides, or pulling you into a tight hug after a long day. He loves to be close to you.

~ While he’s generally laid-back, when you’re in danger or in a tough situation, Yuji switches into full protective mode. He’ll go to any lengths to make sure you’re safe—even if it means putting himself in harm’s way.

~ He’s always down for spontaneous activities. Whether it’s deciding to take a walk, challenge you to a sparring match, or even go on a random road trip, Yuji is the kind of boyfriend who loves to live in the moment and bring excitement to your life.

~ After a long day, Yuji is always looking forward to curling up with you. He’ll make the most random comments, but it’s clear he’s just enjoying the comfort of being close to you. He’ll play with your hair or rest his head on your lap while watching TV.

~ Yuji can be very open and direct with you, sometimes to the point of being hilariously blunt. Whether it’s about his feelings or something random, he’s never afraid to speak his mind.

~ Despite his laid-back personality, Yuji is fiercely protective. If anyone hurts you or threatens you, he’ll immediately step up, no questions asked, to defend you. He’d do anything to keep you safe.

~ Yuji admires your strength and courage. If you’re a sorcerer or just face difficult situations, he’ll encourage you to be your best. He’s the type of boyfriend who never downplays your abilities and wants to see you succeed.

~ Sometimes he’s a bit dense, but he always tries his best to listen when you need to talk about something serious. Yuji might not always know what to say, but his genuine care and patience show that he’s trying to understand and be there for you.

~ From bringing you your favorite drink after a long day to leaving sweet notes in your bag, Yuji loves making you feel special in little ways. He doesn’t need grand gestures to show he cares, because it's the small moments that count.

~ Yuji loves a good competition, whether it's a race, a game, or a casual bet. He'll challenge you to everything, from eating contests to who can do more push-ups, all in good fun, of course.

~ Despite his goofy nature, Yuji can be surprisingly thoughtful when it comes to planning special dates or surprises. He might not be great at romance in the traditional sense, but he’ll put a lot of thought into what would make you happy.

~ Under all the goofiness and bravado, Yuji is incredibly soft-hearted when it comes to you. He might tease you a lot, but his heart belongs to you, and he’s always thinking of ways to make you smile.

~ Yuji respects your independence but is still there when you need him. He’ll give you the space you need, but you always know that he's just a call away if you need him.

~ Yuji deeply values your opinion. He’ll often check in with you to see if you’re proud of him, especially after a difficult task or fight. His ultimate goal is to be someone who can make you smile with pride.

~ When you give him compliments, especially about his looks or strength, he gets a little flustered and tries to hide it with a goofy grin or a funny comment. But deep down, he appreciates every single word.

~ Yuji will do everything he can to help you out of tough spots, whether it’s literally protecting you in battle or just supporting you through difficult emotional moments. He loves feeling like your hero, but he also loves that you don’t need saving.

~ Yuji loves taking pictures together, often snapping silly selfies and making faces. He’ll send them to you throughout the day just to make you smile, and sometimes, the sillier the picture, the better.

HEELLOOO MY LOVVEESS~!! I hope you guys enojoyyedd~ Yuji is literally my spirt animal, that ray of sunshine that keeps me going!! I recently just opened my first blog and i just wanna say THANK YOUU FOR ALL THIS SUPPORT!! My megumi headcannons (my first post) got over 50 notes!! I LOVE YOU ALL SMM <3333 have a great day my loves~ bai baiii!! love, ✭ Nika ✭

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(p1)

Summary: Ben is in love with his best friend's sister. But he can't be with her like that. Word count: Just under 1.3k !! Warnings: Mentions of smoking, Light cursing! Just pure fluff :) A/n: Been wanting to write for Ben for a while! There are barely any Ben of the week fics!!

As she stumbled out of the bar, her laughter flickered like a neon sign.

Her flushed cheeks and lopsided smile lit up when her eyes met mine, as if she’d found what she’d been searching for.

“C’mon, let’s get you home,” I sighed, stepping closer and offering her my arm.

“No, I can’t drive!” she protested, throwing her hands up, only to lose her balance and fall right into my open arms.

I looked down at her, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. Then, with an unimpressed raise of my eyebrow, I said, “I wasn’t asking you to.”

She squinted at me with mock seriousness, her head tilting slightly. “I’m not really drunk. I never get that… fucked up!” Her words tumbled over each other, betraying her claim.

“Uh-huh." I shrugged off my coat and gently draped it over her shoulders, the weight of it drawing a soft hum from her.

“I’m serious! I’m so sober!” she giggled, leaning into me with all the grace of a baby deer. Her head rested on my shoulder for a moment, and I felt her breath hitch before she exhaled softly, content.

Her fingers clutched at the edges of the coat, pulling it tighter around herself. “You’re warm,” she murmured, her voice quieter now, her defenses melting in the cool night air.

♪ I love to see you shine in the night

Like the diamond you are ♪

I subtly glanced down at her, trying to ignore the way her face glowed under the streetlight, soft and perfect, like it was carved just to make me lose my mind.

There she was, wrapped in my coat, her head resting lightly on my shoulder as we walked. Her warmth seeped through the fabric, and I was doing everything I could to ignore the way it made me feel.

Out of nowhere, she stopped and turned toward me. Before I could say anything, her arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a warm, unexpected hug.

I froze, my arms hovering awkwardly at my sides. What was she doing? Did she even know what she was doing?

“Thank you,” she mumbled against my chest, her voice muffled but sincere.

♪ Just hold me in the dark ♪

Slowly, cautiously, I let my arms fold around her, holding her close. It felt right—too right—and that’s what made it so wrong. She wasn’t just anyone; she was his sister. My best friend’s sister.

The unspoken rule had always been clear: stay away from her. She was off-limits, untouchable, someone I wasn’t even supposed to think about like this. But as I held her now, her warmth seeping into me, all I could think was how impossible it was to let go.

♪ No one’s gotta know what we doHit me up when you’re bored ♪

What if we didn’t tell anyone?

What if we didn’t have to?

The thought hit me like a whisper in the back of my mind, quiet but insistent. Memories stirred—ones I’d tried to forget but couldn’t.

The way she’d leaned in close during movie nights, her laughter brushing against my ear, making my pulse race. The late-night talks when everyone else was asleep, her voice soft, her eyes holding something unspoken.

And that time she’d reached out to fix my hair, her fingers grazing my forehead, lingering just a second too long.

I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want her. She was drunk. But with her in my arms now, it felt like the only thing I’d ever wanted.

Her breath was slow, steady, like she was just as caught in the moment as I was. Then, she pulled away slightly, her eyes wide and innocent, like she had no idea how much she was driving me crazy. 

Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at me, her face glowing softly in the streetlight. She was so damn pretty, the kind of pretty that made my heart pound in my chest and my hands feel shaky.

Her eyes drifted from mine, down to my lips, and I felt the pull of temptation shoot through me. God, I could kiss her right now.

"Ben?" she whispered, her voice soft and almost fragile, as if she knew what was on my mind.

She tilted her head slightly, her lips parting just enough for me to see the faintest hint of a smile.

The moment felt like it was stretching on forever, and I could already feel myself leaning in, my breath hitching. But before I could make the move, a voice broke through the thick air between us.

“Need a ride back, Ben?”

I flinched, my heart pounding even harder. Curtis. My best friend. My fucking roommate.

Her brother.

He stood there, eyebrow raised, a smirk tugging at his lips. His gaze flicked between us, suspicion clear in his eyes. Shit.

That look should have been enough to stop me, to remind me why I couldn’t do this—why he would kill me if he ever found out. But in that moment, it didn’t matter.

I quickly looked back at her, just as she pulled away, her expression unreadable but soft. She didn’t say anything, but I could see the question in her eyes—What now?

Curtis broke the tension with a laugh. “What, you two gonna stand out here all night or are you gonna get in?”

I hesitated, the words caught in my throat. Saying yes would be awkward—he’d definitely notice. But if I said no, I’d be stuck walking back in the freezing cold, alone. I glanced at her one last time, guilt flooding my chest.

She smiled softly, like she understood. It was too dangerous. But damn, I wanted to give in.

I let go of her, the coldness settling in as I turned to Curtis. “Nah, I’m good,” I shrugged, trying to sound casual. “I need to be somewhere.”

Curtis raised an eyebrow but didn’t push it. I turned back to her, giving her a tight smile. “Bye,” I said too quietly, watching her slide into the car. My stomach twisted.

As the car pulled away, I shoved my hands into my pockets and sighed, the cold air stinging my skin. My mind was racing. What just happened?

I couldn’t stop thinking about her—how she felt in my arms, the way she looked at me. Her smile made me feel like I could do anything, even though I knew it was wrong.

Then it started to rain. Hard. Of course, it did. The universe had perfect timing when it came to ruining my mood.

I kicked at the ground, irritated, my feet splashing through puddles as I walked. I couldn’t stop replaying the look she gave me. I should’ve kissed her.

I wanted to kiss her. I couldn’t keep pretending like I didn’t feel this pull towards her, no matter how wrong it felt.

I pulled out a blunt from my jacket, lighting it up without even thinking. Maybe it was a stupid move, but I didn’t care. I needed something to numb the frustration, the confusion. 

The smoke filled my lungs, and for a moment, everything felt hazy. The rain poured harder, but I didn’t care. I kept walking, letting the buzz take over, the cold now just a distant thing.

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- Confession in the Chaos -

A megumi x fem!reader fic!! Hope you amazing ppl enjoyy~!!

The day had at Jujustu Tech had just started. Classes, training, and missions were all part of the routine, but today felt different. There was an unusual energy in the air, something you couldn't quite place. It was subtle—small glances between you and Megumi, a lingering tension—but it was there. And it had been building for a while.

You’d known Megumi for a long time. He was the type who rarely opened up, keeping his feelings close to his chest. You couldn’t blame him. Life as a jujutsu sorcerer was tough, and trusting people could be hard. But over time, you’d grown close to him. You’d seen glimpses of his softer side, and it only made you care for him more. And recently, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.

But Megumi was Megumi. He kept to himself, and you didn’t want to push him. So, you kept your feelings to yourself, secretly hoping he would be the one to take the first step.

The usual chaos of the day seemed to peak when Gojo announced, quite dramatically, that he was going to record another one of his “teaching” videos. He had enlisted Yuji and Nobara to help. Naturally, Gojo’s version of a "serious" video involved plenty of ridiculousness. Yuji was setting up the camera, Nobara was making sarcastic comments, and Gojo was being, well, Gojo.

"Alright, alright, let’s get serious!" Gojo exclaimed, adjusting his sunglasses. "This is a serious video, folks! Y’all are gonna be famous, just wait. Yuji, hit record! It’s time to teach the world how to be a top-tier Jujutsu Sorcerer!"

Yuji hit the button, and the chaos continued. Nobara tried a backflip, landing in a heap. Megumi rolled his eyes. Gojo laughed obnoxiously, and you tried your best to ignore it. But, once again, your attention drifted back to Megumi.

He stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching the spectacle with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. You couldn’t help but smile at him. Despite the nonsense around you, his quiet presence always grounded you.

Something was different today. There was an intensity in the way he was watching you, something that sent a nervous flutter through your chest. It wasn’t the usual detached gaze; there was something personal in his eyes, something that made your heart race.

"Alright, alright," Gojo continued, stepping toward you and nearly tripping over his own feet in dramatic fashion. "Yuji, do something cool. Nobara, make your entrance. Megumi, stand there and look all brooding. You do that better than anyone."

Everyone laughed, but Megumi didn’t budge. His eyes never left you, and you swore your heart skipped a beat. You weren’t sure what was going on, but you could feel the energy between you two shifting. Something was about to happen.

Then, out of nowhere, Megumi spoke.

“Hey.”

It was quiet, just enough to cut through the noise of Gojo and Yuji. His voice was low, steady, but it made everything around you go still. You turned to him, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest.

“Yeah?” You couldn’t help but ask, a bit uncertain.

He hesitated, his brow furrowing for a moment. The others were still goofing around, completely oblivious, but Megumi’s attention was solely on you now. His usual composure was slipping—just slightly—but it was enough to make you wonder if he was going to say what you had been hoping to hear.

"Can you pause it?" he asked, nodding toward the camera yuji was holding “I… need to say something.”

Yuji blinked, confused, he knew something was up, so he pretended to hit the pause button. The room went quiet. Even Gojo noticed the change in atmosphere and raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t interrupt.

Megumi’s eyes never left yours. The usual calm, collected Megumi had disappeared for a moment, replaced by someone far more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him. You felt your own heart race as the weight of the moment sank in.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while,” Megumi continued, his voice quieter now. “I don’t know how to say it, and I’m not great at this sort of thing. But… I can’t keep pretending like I don’t feel it anymore.”

Your throat went dry. What was he going to say?

“I like you,” he said, the words coming out in a rush, like a weight lifted off his shoulders. “I’ve liked you for a while now, and I—”

Before he could finish, Yuji interrupted with a loud, exaggerated gasp. “Whoa! Wait, Megumi’s in love? This is a huge moment!”

Nobara chuckled, rolling her eyes. “I thought you two were already obvious enough. You two are just too much.”

Gojo, never one to miss an opportunity for drama, added, “Megumi’s got feelings? Who would've thought?”

But despite the teasing from the others, Megumi didn’t pull back. His eyes were still on you, and the sincerity in his gaze made everything else fade into the background. He wasn’t joking around.

“I like you,” he repeated, softer this time, as if to reassure himself. “I really like you, and I don’t know what to do about it. But I just wanted you to know.”

The room fell into an awkward silence as the weight of his confession hung in the air. Yuji, Nobara, and Gojo were still laughing, but it was different now. You could see the way Gojo’s grin softened, as though he was genuinely happy for the two of you.

You took a step toward Megumi, the tension in your chest slowly giving way to warmth. “I like you too,” you said, your voice steady but full of emotion. “I’ve liked you for a long time.”

Megumi blinked, and for the briefest moment, he looked surprised, as if he hadn’t been expecting you to feel the same way. But then the corner of his lips twitched—just a little. His eyes softened, and you saw the slightest smile tug at his face.

Gojo made a show of wiping away fake tears. “It’s so beautiful, I can’t take it,” he said dramatically, but you could tell there was no malice behind his words—just his usual eccentricity.

Nobara shook her head with a grin. “You two are hopeless.”

Yuji, of course, was the most enthusiastic. “Alright! Finally! This is what we’ve been waiting for!”

Megumi, ever the stoic, gave a small sigh and looked at you. “I didn’t plan for this to happen like this.”

You smiled, stepping closer to him. “I think it’s perfect. In its own way.” "Also, i didn't pause the video." Yuji butted in. "SWEETTT!! WE GOT MEGUMI'S CONFESSION ON CAMERA!!" Nobara exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Ahh...Megumi, they're never going to let you live this one down" Gojo teased.

As the teasing continued around you, Megumi didn’t pull away or seem embarrassed. Instead, he stayed by your side, his usual guarded nature fading for just a moment as you both shared something real and simple. The world around you could be chaotic, but for once, it felt like everything was falling into place.

And maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something even more beautiful.

HIII LOVESSS~~!! I wanna give my thanks to my amazing cousin for recommending this idea to meee!! Even though Megumi might not confess with all his classmates around, my delusional ass still imagines him not being able to hold in much longer 😁😁 *sighs in omg gurl this is getting out of hand* ANYWAYYY~ I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCHH HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAYYYY~!! love, ✭ Nika ✭

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Unforgettable (p1)

chris sturniolo x reader.

Summary: Frat boy Chris is used to always getting what he wants. But when Alisa walks into his life, he has to try a little harder to make things go his way.

Warnings: Suggestive, Cursing, no smut (yet)

Shoutout to @sturniololuv08 - you're the realest for being the first one to see this!!

A/n: Giving yall what you asked for!!

intro >

Chris Sturniolo. He’s the guy everyone knows—the one with the looks, the charm, and that effortless confidence that makes him the center of attention at every party.

The frat king who’s always surrounded by people, his laugh loud, his energy contagious. Girls are drawn to him without fail, and the guys? Well, they respect him. He throws the best parties, the kind that people talk about for weeks. His parents are rarely home, and when they’re not, Chris is turning his house into the ultimate hangout spot.

There’s always music, drinks, and a crowd of people eager to be close to him. On the surface, he’s got everything—easygoing, charming, and the kind of guy most girls would fall for without a second thought. But, if you ask most people, they'd probably describe him as a bit of a douche. And, yeah, maybe he plays into that persona a little.

But here’s the thing about Chris: everyone thinks he’s this expert, right? The guy who can get any girl into bed, who’s so smooth that he probably has some playbook he’s working off of.

What people don’t know is that, despite all the rumors, Chris is actually a virgin. Yep, you heard that right. Never been there, done that. Not for lack of trying—he just hasn’t met anyone who made him feel like it was worth it. But hey, let them think whatever they want. It’s more fun that way.

What no one else seems to know, though? Chris is a mama’s boy at heart. Yeah, the guy who throws wild parties and never seems to care about much of anything also happens to be the guy who texts his mom every Sunday just to check in.

He doesn’t play games with girls either. If he likes you, he’ll be respectful. He’s a big softie, really. But that’s just for the closest people in his life. No one else sees that side of him, and he likes it that way.

< chris' pov

Chris took a slow sip from his drink, scanning the crowd, watching as everyone mingled, laughing, dancing, and drinking. This was his scene—his domain. People were here for the party, but they were also here because Chris made the night worth showing up for. The music was bumping, the room was alive with energy, but his mind was elsewhere.

He noticed a few girls making eye contact, a couple more glancing his way, but it didn’t phase him. He was used to it. What he wasn’t used to was the girl who just walked in.

Alisa.

And you are, unforgettable ♪

She didn’t seem to care about the attention. Not even a little bit. She didn’t come in like everyone else, looking around, sizing people up. No, she walked in like she was the one in charge, like this whole party was hers and no one else mattered. She was tall—taller than most girls, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back.

Her dress was tight, black, simple but way more eye-catching than anything else in the room. It hugged her body in all the right places, and Chris couldn’t help but notice the way she moved through the crowd— unapologetically confident.

He caught her eye across the room and froze for a moment, almost spilling his drink. There was something about her. Something different.

She tilted her head, giving him a small smirk as if she knew exactly what effect she was having. She didn’t come over. She didn’t walk up to him and throw herself into the chaos of the party. No, she stayed right where she was, drink in hand, looking around with a casual sort of interest.

And just like that, his curiosity spiked.

Chris couldn’t help it. He was drawn to her. He pushed through the crowd, dodging people, trying to get a better look. He wasn’t usually the type to chase. But this? This was different.

< Alisa's pov

I wasn’t here for this.

The music was pounding in my ears, bodies moving to the beat, and the air was thick with the usual smell of alcohol and something else—familiar. But this wasn’t a house party where everyone knew each other. It was more like a showcase. A show where everyone had a part to play.

I grabbed a drink as I walked in. Something about the way the cup felt in my hand was grounding, like I had some kind of control here.

I didn’t know anyone, and frankly, I didn’t need to. I didn’t come to impress anyone. But as I passed through the living room, I noticed him.

Chris Sturniolo.

He was standing by the kitchen, his stance relaxed, drink in hand. The guy practically oozed confidence, but something about the way he looked at me made my blood run hot. It was as if he was sizing me up, figuring out just how he could reel me in. But I wasn’t like the other girls here, clearly desperate for attention.

So, I did what I did best: I ignored him.

Except, I didn’t.

I purposely smirked at him, not in the same desperate way the other girls did, but with enough intent to make sure he noticed. His eyes didn’t leave me as I spun round away. I could feel his gaze burning into my back, and I smirked, to myself, of course.

I wasn’t here for him. Not yet.

But that look… maybe he’d have to work a little harder to get my attention.

< Chris’s POV

I watched her disappear into the crowd, but I wasn’t about to let her get away that easily.

She was different. The way she moved, the way she acted like she didn’t care—that was what intrigued me. Most girls here, hell, most people, would’ve been glued to my side by now. But not her. She walked in like she owned the place and didn’t give a damn about any of us.

I pushed off from the counter and began weaving through the crowd, my eyes never leaving her. I wasn’t one to chase after anyone, but there was something about her, something about the way she held herself like she was untouchable.

The night went on, but I kept my eyes on her.

And then, I saw it.

She was dancing now, and I had to stop myself from staring. It wasn’t the way everyone else was moving, desperate, all about the attention. No, this girl—she was dancing like she didn’t even care who was watching. Like she was lost in her own world. She was tipsy, but still graceful, still commanding attention without even trying.

She was in the middle of an already packed dance floor but all eyes were on her.

And mine.

Especially mine.

Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, hands running up and down her body, caressing her curves with a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm. She brushed her fingers through her hair, the music pulsing through her veins.

The air felt electric around her, and even though she was tipsy, there was an undeniable grace to everything she did, an ease that commanded attention without even trying. She didn’t need anyone to tell her she was the center of it all—she knew.

Then, as the song shifted, turning into something more sensual, I watched her open one eye, just a little, as if she felt my gaze. She met my eyes for a fraction of a second, and I swear I felt the heat of her stare burn into me from across the room as she mouthed the words to the song-

♪ And you are unforgettable, I need to get you alone ♪

But she didn’t break her rhythm. She just kept moving, mouthing the words to the song, her body swaying, still in control, while I stood there, completely entranced.

And that was when it hit me—I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

I couldn’t look away.

I couldn’t help myself. I moved closer, making my way through the crowd, my heart beating a little faster.

There was no way I was letting her slip away again.

Alisa seemed completely unaware of how much power she held over me at that moment. Her confidence was intoxicating, and I wanted more.

I couldn’t help but feel the urge to get her alone. To find out what she was really about.

I made my move, pushing through the crowd until I was close enough to lean in, my voice low. “Hey.”

She looked at me, her expression unreadable.

“Alisa, right?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, what’s it to you?”

The challenge in her voice made my grin widen.

“I think we should talk.”

Alisa’s POV

I felt the heat in my chest rise. It wasn’t just the alcohol making me feel dizzy.

I didn’t let it show.

I cocked my head to the side, eyeing him. “We’re talking now, aren’t we?”

He leaned in a little closer. “I meant alone.”

Oh, he was bold.

But I wasn’t about to let him win that easily.

End of Part 1

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