LET'S PLAY A GAME!!!!! So, answer the following questions and tag blogs you usually wouldn't, let's get to know other people! (doesn't have to be moots~) Questions: Fav Color, Fav Book Series, Fav Manga/Anime, Fav comfort character, Fav food and Fav fic at the moment! Have fun answering!!!!
thank you, anon! LHFASKJHFSAK i had a bad day so i’m trying to distract myself with this akjshdfa
fav. color — yellow, pink, and blue!
fav. book series — i like standalone novels, but series, it’s harry potter [i don’t like jk rowling]
fav. manga/anime — i don’t usually read manga so i don’t have a favorite HAHAHA as for the anime, i’m not usually picking favorites but i’ve always loved haikyuu and yuri on ice.
fav. comfort character — sugawara koushi from haikyuu, i love him
fav. food — any type of pasta dish HAHAHA
fav. fic at the moment — i love prodigal on ao3, it’s by writerllofllworlds and it just made me feel so much KJAHDKJAD it bashes all might and has BAMF Midoriya Izuku!! i have a lot of fics i love right now but i love this so much <33
p.s prod means version and highly recommend to read the both stories!!
this is for you xoxo
enjoy your meal!
With the prompt: “I’d rather fight the world than to fight you.”
[ Nanami’s Prod ]
Being a curse, you wouldn’t know how to analyze the word but you know how to love it: you were once a human after all, despite the fact that you were a curse, you still felt emotion for a certain someone and what are the odds, he was a sorcerer.
Nanami Kento, or so that was he cold, a man in a suit with nothing but a knife that could actually kill the likes of you: a sorcerer and a curse, is not something you should deal with, He is a sorcerer, your nature’s enemy. IT was nothing but a mere fantasy to be in his arms.
“Are you here too kill me, Mr. Sorcerer?”
Your voice echoed in the room full of talisman that prevent you from using any ability that you have for you are identified as a curse, candles meeting you, with a blindfold you wouldn’t know who’s in front of you, all you know you were captured by a man in a blindfold.
“[Name] [Last Name]”
It’s been so long since someone called you with that name, it’s been so long since the last time someone called you with a lingering care in the tone, as if a call from someone you used to know. To your vision, you couldn’t stop thinking: wishing that you wish to see Nanami one last time before you get terminated as a curse, perhaps have a wish to him that you’ll love him in another universe.
Not knowing, not remembering the tone of his voice, the talisman in your hands starts to loosen, starts to fall.
Alas, you were free. The blindfold also falls and warm eyes meet yours.
“I’d rather fight the world than to fight you.”
But at this moment, you wouldn’t know what to do but to thank the gods that the universe is in favor of you.
————————– the end
[ Sukuna’s Prod ]
A curse, that’s all he is. Nothing but the King of the Curse, somewhat cliche if you know: something around the story of the beauty and the beast: him nothing but a beast and there was you: a sorcerer who showed him nothing but care and beauty in the world.
You, who became his torch, his light, he only thought you were there at his side for the vessel but you stayed even if he fell and failed to go back to his state. He often get jealous of Itadori, he often think wishing he can spend more time with you: wishing he was him.
Your voice rings a thought in his head: he feels warm when you call his name. He switched with Itadori the moment you called him. And to his fear you were heavily injured: a curse? A sorcerer maybe did this. Up to this moment, Itadori knew Sukuna’s weak spot was you.
The boy knew, Sukuna will save you.
And for once, Itadori and you call him but a man who felt emotion for a sorcerer, he wasn’t a beast nor a monster: indeed he was in fact your lover.
“I’d rather fight the world than to fight you. So, don’t you dare fucking get killed in the battle, [Name].”
Ah yes, a curse who falls in love with a sorcerer. Somewhat cliche, right?
notice: fluffy nanami is happy life, nanami:the house husband(jk), really short like a drabble
this is for you whoever you are! xoxo
enjoy your meal!
With the prompt: “Don’t fall asleep on me–Ah, goodnight then, my love.”
Having Nanami as your husband holds many special things: first you often stay up all night to wait for him to come home because of the fact that he is a jujutsu sorcerer, also staying up all night is actually a part of your job.
“I met Itadori Yuuji today, he’s actually new when it comes to curses and all that stuff, though I should be able to look out for him, I’m an adult after all.”
Nanami never seems the type who would talk a lot of things but actually he feels so secure whenever he talks to you, he feels less shitty when he’s with you.
“And? Did the boy get scared of you?”
You joked as you scooted closer to him: this night was different. Nanami knew that you two got off work earlier than expected making you both have time for each other.
“You’ve left quite an impression on me, ever since when we first met..”
“Is that so?”
You nodded as he pats your head on his chest as he continues to go on about his day, not even knowing that his heartbeat and caressing your head would lead you t o your door of slumber.
“…….After that Gojo told me about the—-Love?”
He called out only to be responded to by a soft snores from you.
Did I make you too tired when we’re on break for lunch earlier? He just smiled and placed you to your side of bed and kissed your cheeks.
“Don’t fall asleep on me–Ah, goodnight then, my love.”
He said on a light chuckle, he dimmed the lights down and uttered.
notice: established relationship, one curse word, Gojo being rich, fluff, fluff
this is for you, who ever you are, xoxo
enjoy ur meal! stream paper rings by taylor swift
With the prompt: “I like giving you all the shiny things in the world but I would marry you in paper rings..”
If there’s one thing that Gojo loves to do whenever he’s on a away business that will be him buying a souvenir just for you and by it all means Gojo buying you souvenirs is actually quite special for him from buying the most delicious snacks from the places he went to the most expensive gem or clothes he can find, he’ll buy it just for you.
Gojo has always been a great example when it comes to impulsive buying and you quite argue about it most of the time but he was able to handle his money whenever he is around you, so, he became much more comfortable in handling his money. But he most likely spent all his money just to see you smile with his gift and souvenirs.
“How much is the ring, Gojo-sensei?”
Yuuji’s voice woke the white haired sorcerer up with his question making Gojo look at Yuuji who’s looking at him while Gojo didn’t even bother to sit up on his couch.
As if by signal, Megumi and Kugisaki entered Gojo’s office with a frown on their faces, Gojo seemed to be bothered of this fact: for he remembered that he told Yuuji to look out for the ring while he rest and now all he sees was Megumi uttering with a tired look on his face, Nobara counting, and Yuuji looking at him like a lost puppy.
They lost it, didn’t they?
Gojo rose up and immediately concluded the situation, telling his student that it was fine but believe me deep inside he was losing his shit: not only because that ring was his gift to you but also he plans to propose that ring to you as a symbol of his love to you.
He told the first years to look for it the entire day, so much for saying it was fine, but now he is slowly trying to decide whether he should just buy another–no, you’ll get even mad if he did, so he just stuck to looking for the ring with his students.
“You’re earlier than usual.”
Your voice immediately made Gojo go to Kitchen with the biggest smile on his face.
“Well, I miss my baby!”
He cheered, you looked at Gojo and you continued to make some food in the kitchen.
“What’s bothering you,Toru?”
The tall man gulped, he seemed to have forgotten that you both knew each other since he was still a kid, he seemed to have forgotten that you became classmates ever since you started to train as Jujutsu Sorcerers, boy, he is on the spot now.
You just looked at him as you raised your eyebrows.
“You lost the what now?”
He sighed as he went to his office, as you continued to cook until he came back and tap your shoulder as you turned around.
“Look, shorty–I mean [Name], you know I love you, right?”
You glared at him as you nodded as an answer to his question.
“And you love me, right?”
He just stared at you for a moment as you chuckled.
“I’m the one who ate your mochi.”
You followed, earning a shock to Satoru’s face.
“But yeah, I love you without a doubt--”
“We’ll talk about the mochi later–but will you marry me?”
He just pulled a ring made out of paper, a simple origami that you taught him when you two are still young, a little smug and a little proud was written in his face.
“Look, I know why paper? I’m rich as Kambe but that’s not my point–my point is I know you love my souvenirs I gave to you from jewelry to clothes, and I know you love me, but my mochi—anyway, my point here [Name] is that I like giving you all the shiny things in the world but I would marry you in paper rings.”
You smiled at his thought, as you hugged him.
“Aren’t you supposed to kneel when you’re gonna ask your lover that question?”
“So, that you’ll feel taller than me? Nah ah.”
You chuckled and gave him a kiss while whispering a sweet yes to his ears, sending Gojo to feel euphoria to his huge moment: like he owns cloud-nine. As you both pulled away, he saw you were tip-toeing to reach his lips, so he carried you and he just ignored the fact that you were cooking something and set you down on the table.
“You actually lost the real ring, didn’t you?”
You took the paper ring from his hand as he nodded still at him, resting his head on your shoulder.
“Whatever, I’d marry you even you don’t give—-”
Yuuji’s voice echoed in your entire apartment, making you shook but it seems Gojo already felt his student–students presence: yep, including Nobara and Megumi, as the trio announced that they found the ring.
Megumi pulled out the box as Gojo pulled his embrace away from you: as Gojo was receiving some tease from Nobara and Yuuji, and Megumi greets you. When Gojo took the ring from Megumi, he opened it in front of you.
“Please tell me you did not just spend eight million on that..”
Silence was loud in the apartment as Gojo followed with.
this is for my cousin who simped for sukuna all of the sudden
enjoy ur meal!\
With the prompt: “Man, I miss our good old days, hope we can still go back to that…”
To my Favorite Royalty,
Sukuna, by the time you were reading this, maybe I was already executed: for the fact that me, a mere servant had fallen in love to a royalty like you, Sukuna, I’ve bet the universe never really allow me and you: the fact that I’m not by your side right now, is nothing but a mere sign that we’re not meant to be. The royalties were something I cannot understand but there’s one thing I did and that was you, you became my answer to all of my what-ifs, you became a language I always wanted to speak, you became the color I always wanted to shade.
I want you to find forgiveness about my death, my love. And trust me our story wasn’t written by Shakespeare: Our story will be carr—-
Sukuna crumpled the letter in his hand while slowly uttering your name: wishing he could turn back the time where he stayed still by your side: how your head would fall to his shoulder everytime, he didn’t want to be like this, he didn’t want to lose you like this.
But he did.
Itadori muttered softly, looking over the big wound he created in your stomach: gushing out some blood inside you.
With an ounce of your strength, you asked him to switch with Sukuna at this moment, and he did.
A wave of memory started to hit Sukuna when he first met you and now: his eyes looked at you in disbelief. Not this, not this again. There he is the King Of Curses, staring at his lover: former in fact, seeing you were there at the same timeline as he is, not to mention that you were also a sorcerer: his enemy.
He only realized that you were his back then: how he is your favorite royalty but all he has now is blood from your body.
“I can still…save you..”
He gushes, as you cupped his cheeks and pulled him into a hug, not bothering his hand still in your stomach.
“It’s okay..I just thought you’ll remember after all this time..”
Ah, that’s right, you were also a curse: a curse that you held for a long period of time: you were the kind of curse that’s been written in your stone at different time periods: you were the reason why love is the most twisted curse of them all.
“Sorry–I was late..”
You uttered a soft okay in his neck, holding unto him and him being the only solid thing you can feel: as the consciousness started to leave you; he called your name as if you were a wish he cannot achieve.
For once, the curse, king of Curses felt an odd yet familiar feeling in his chest: Ah, sadness.
He pulled your lifeless body as he rested your head to his shoulder just like before, holding your hand as he muttered:
“Man, I miss our good old days, hope we can still go back to that…”
As he switched with Itadori, and he destroyed everything in his shrine just ease the pain of the fact that he will never be able to hold you close in any lifetime.
With the prompt: “Jokes on you, I already like you..”
Being MSBY’s event manager was actually quite something: at some point you just wanted to quit but you also wanted to stay, not to mention, it’s fun being their manager. People in MSBY became your human diaries, from Bokuto’s mood swings, to Sakusa’s cleanliness, and to of course Atsumu. You became too fond of Atsumu, you admit to yourself. And in addition to that his twin, became one of the first people who noticed this.
“Hello? [Last Name]?”
A bedhead greeted your field of view; Kuroo Tetsurou, you greeted him and he started to tell you about the party under the Japan Volleyball Association Department as a treat to the players.
“So, are you—you keep staring at Mr. Atsumu, want me to tell him that you adore him?”
Kuroo teased, you knew Kuroo when Atsumu kept on telling you about the smart employee that fooled him to join MSBY, making you build a close acquaintance of Kuroo.
“Hahaha, very funny but mister, I can handle him myself!”
You said, while trying to keep your composure but at the same time also made you flustered at Kuroo’s words.
This time you decided to tease him back.
“Also, says the one who’s still single and keep on stalking Ts—”
Kuroo covered your mouth: which earned a lot of teasing from you even more. Making you chuckle a lot in the entire training court. Also, catching the attention of Atsumu and Bokuto.
“Yah, collect your lover, Tsum-Tsum!”
Bokuto teased the blonde Miya, earning a groan from him from seeing you laughing and chuckling with Kuroo: with a teasing smirk from Bokuto and Sakusa, they pushed to confess to you.
Your eyes wandered to Atsumu’s shocked look, like a pikachu’s face.
“Oh–I thought you’re still talking to Kuroo-san?”
“Oh, he just..left.”
You uttered in defeat, you explained about the party and telling the boys should come with: because of the fact that the company is planning to have a treat to celebrate the players, with a smile, the whole team cheered with the biggest smile on their faces making you look at Atsumu and to your surprise he was also staring at you.
The party came on really fast as you were about to enter the building, you saw Osamu: “Samu! Where’s Tsumu?”
“Really good to see you too, [Name].”
He joked, with a smile on your face, you saw Atsumu in his tuxedo and a red tie with a smirk on Osamu’s lips. He left the both of you as you entered the building together, hand in hand with Atsumu.
“You didn’t tell me you wanna come in pairs?”
The blonde Miya joked as he stared at you when cameras started flashing everywhere when you both entered the party. You smiled as you whispered to him to stop staring at you.
“Mr. Miya Atsumu, please stop staring at me before you start to like me..”
With the prompt:”Let’s pretend you didn’t say that because I want to confess first..”
Being the manager of Nekoma wasn’t really an easy task, not to mention the fact that Nekoma is a powerhouse school when it comes to volleyball: it’s always offered with practice matches every now and then but like Kuroo told you: on the bright side you get to spend more time with him and Kenma, which made you smile at his thought.
“I ain’t the imposter, Kuroorororo.”
Your voice made the bedhead smirk while playing the game, earning a groan from Kenma. It’s about nine in the evening when the whole team of Nekoma decided to play Among Us, since it’s already nine time you got an invite from Kenma about the game leading you to join: Kai, Yaku, Tora, Lev, Kenma, Fukunaga, Inouka, a friend of Kenma in Discord, and you along with Kuroo. Since the fact that you’re the manager you sleep in a different room. And up to this moment, you turned on your mic on discord to defend yourself.
“Really, now? So, why are standing in the vent in electrical, huh?”
Kuroo’s deep voice shook your ear, earning a light response from Kenma: “I swear, if you keep telling me that [Name] is suspicious, I’ll kick you out.”
Earning the response, you lightly chuckled. After a few moments, it was revealed that Yaku and Kenma were the imposters: after leaving the game, you went out to get some drink on the vending machine only to be greeted by Kuroo’s eyes.
“What’s up, bedhead?”
Ah, we’re alone now, aren’t we, ah this is my chance! Kuroo thought in his head. He’s about to speak about something important when you cut him off.
“It’s pretty hurtful knowing that my crush is actually turning against me and making me really suspicious..”
Kuroo just stood there while he looked at you picking your drinks. Processing what you just said, making him think of the fact that you two knew each other since you two were four years old. He knew when was the first time you got your scar by playing games outside, you also knew his first loss in volleyball, you both knew how you yearn and became fond of each other, you both knew that, you watched each other to get everything from meeting Kenma to choosing what club to join: and how, it’s just him and you.
“Oh, uh, I said I have a crush on you. And I like you.”
Kuroo just really stood there like that character that seems AFK from the game, he just stood there while looking at you and waiting for you to pull up a camera or something to prank him, to get back at him when you two are still playing Among Us, but no, it was just you confessing to him.
“Where did that come from?”
You uttered to yourself, feeling a little flustered about your sudden confession even though it came out really bold.
“Well, it’s our third year in highschool so, I thought I let you know..”
You hummed while still staring at the frozen Kuroo. He looked at you and there was no mischief behind your look, you just looked sincere and soft at the moment. A few seconds later, he just grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him as he embraced you and rested his chin to your head.
“Let’s pretend you didn’t say that because I want to confess first..”
You chuckled in his chest and nodded.
“I like you, a lot, [Name].”
And think it’s pretty safe to say that he’s got his win before even the match starts tomorrow.
With the prompt: “I would run against time, to see you and love you, wait for me..”
“Watch your six, [Name]!”
Maki’s voice echoed in the hallway as you both started to locate the curse. Panda and Inumaki seemed to have a hard time locating the curse so, you two decided to join the party, after running in the hallway you saw Inumaki in a spot and it seems he’s trying to move some stones and fallen rubble in his legs.
“Toge, hang on..”
You used some ounce of your strength to help him and luckily his legs were safe but it was bruised as you started to heal him with your reversed cursed energy. However, he just pulled you to him and cupped your cheeks.
You knew that he wasn’t happy to see you here, he did not agree to see you here, however he was also pleased that you’re next to him.
“Well, we’re a team, right?”
You respond with a smile on your face, without a doubt, he, Inumaki, is falling for you all over again: He looked at you as you healed him with appreciation and care in his eyes, his eyes starts to wander to your hair, wishing he can tell you the things he wants to say, wishing he can be enough, he can express, he can tell you how much he appreciates you.
Love was the most twisted curse, he knew that. But meeting you was something else, from the way you lingered your eyes when you two looked at each other, how your voice would calm him down, how your touch would actually make him think: everything is going to be okay. He once believed that no one will actually find comfort in him: he believed that he was just a curse; but you gave him more reasons why he should go on.
Don’t blame him, he had never been in love before. That’s what they keep telling you, but you knew Inumaki, him being so different yet so familiar is something he already has since the beginning: it’s true he’s a bit of a trickster but he was something else when it comes to you.
The First day he fell, was him giving you flowers on your desk.
The Second day, was him holding your hand.
The Third or even the fourth to the nth, he made you fall but to him, he even fell even harder for you.
He looked at you and now you’re looking at him.
His words make a call in your heart, you both taught each other a secret language that he can’t speak with anyone else. How did this affair of his and yours became his palette in seeing the world, how did this affair of his and yours became his favorite food, how this affair of yours became his favorite ingredient.
“I love you too.” You said as you kissed his forehead and stood up as you offered your hand to his in which he accepted with a smile on his face.
At this moment, at this hour, he didn’t know where Panda and Maki is but now, there’s no such thing as curse or most twisted curse, now Toge just vowed that no matter what lifetime you are, he vowed that: he would run against time, to see you and love you, and of course, he knew you would wait for him.
With the prompt: “We’re done, this is done, I’m done.”
I built a home filled with me and you. The night passed again like it was a bad dream, the night passed away like a memory so vivid yet so dark: That was Dabi’s night, that everytime he closes his eyes all he sees is misery, falls, nightmares, and pain. He often thought maybe he deserved this, maybe he deserved to be hurt this way. The night made him remember that the past is real, and the scars that sculpted in his face are proof that he once lived with weaknesses, he tried to be more, to be more than anybody else. He wanted to prove to himself that he wasn’t weak, he believed that he didn’t have any weaknesses.
And then he met you… Then his night became a cup of tea that is so soothing, his night became warmer than any flame he emitted in his hands: a type of warmth where you want to stay. Dabi was new to this, he never felt it in his life, he only felt this when he was with you.
Dabi watched you, as your eyes would wander in his, how your hands would simply brush to his, how your body would react whenever he is next to you. You being his only safe passage, safe haven, and safe night, that was you.
You were that person, you were that person he wanted to call to be his.
The first night you gave him a cold shoulder and he did too, the tenth night, you held him closer to melt the ice in his bones and he did too, and the nth night, you built home in his heart and he did too.
How foolish. How foolish it is to Dabi, how foolish of you to build a home for Dabi, How foolish it is to be home with Dabi.
The time your eyes wandered to his, he knew you were his weakness and he was yours, when your hands brushed to his he knew he was damned when he met you, and on how your body reacts when he’s next to you; he knew he messed up.
“Dabi, love, please talk to me…”
The night was thick, the night was too heavy for him to bear: you were next to him yet, he felt too far.
“How foolish of you, [Name]..”
He muttered in his deep and monotone voice, his cerulean eyes giving off another stranger vibe just like when the two of you first met. His eyes speak the words that his mouth couldn’t even bear to speak, his body language is seeking for help that he needs you.
“Dabi, please, I love you, don’t end it like this..” Maybe a second or maybe an hour, he’s been trying to see how to fix this, how he needs to see the end of this. He never meant to make you fall then why does it hurt him so much, he only needed you for his plans then why he craves your touch.
The night seemed to get deeper and colder, you looked at him with a hope, hoping he’ll stay by you, he’ll stay in this home you built for the of you; but he didn’t.
His voice echoed in the room, and his hands started to emit some blue flames, the one you used to feel warmth, but now it only served you fear. Without doubt, you actually forgot that there is no way a villain could ever fall for a hero, that there is no way that the enemy of the society could actually fall.
“This is done..”
In this game of gamble, you actually lost. His cerulean wandered to yours once more, his hands never seemed to hold you and call it your warmth, his body was no longer close to yours. To him, he was a new person again, and you, you became a white stained dress he never even bothered to look at.
“I am done..”
And thus, all you heard was the screams of your neighbors telling you to go out, but his flames slowly consumed the four walls of his–yours and his once home, you held the warmth, you contained it. You held it because right now the only thing you can actually feel that belongs to Dabi was his flames, his warmth that it was written in his blue flames that’s tearing you apart.
I built a home for me and you, you gave of a thought as the wave of consciousness started to flee. “But to you…it never was.” As you watched everything fall apart and the palace of bones and ashes, he sits. How foolish of him to receive a love so pure, that he never wished.