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request by anon: For Gojo, sukuna, and Nanami, can you please do flirting headcanons? Thnx! 😃
Gojo
You’re his majesty. He’s down bad for you. His King/Queen.
You know his reasoning for that endearment? In his own words, aside from he accepts you’re the boss of him, it is so that he can call your offspring prince/princess. Yes, he has thought that far already, don’t wonder.
Let me just include the headcanon of @sokivv wherein they said Gojo’s the type to tell you your makeup looks pretty when you don’t even have any makeup at all, and that is so true! Does not matter how you look, he thinks you’re pretty, all the time. You’d believe it ‘cause it shows.
He visits you at your home like at 7 in the morning- maybe even 5, you don’t expect any visitors so you answer the door only opening it lightly. Your hair a bird’s nest, eyes still with crusts when you squint as you look outside, the back of your hand removing saliva if ever there’s any, then he’s there grinning with his pearl white teeth and a bouquet in hand, “Morning, gorgeous!”
Speaking of morning, let’s talk about breakfast. If he knows you haven’t eaten yet, he buys one for you. And at times, he’ll even cook for you! Just don’t expect it to be good but he swears all his love is in there.
He’s also fond of complimenting you, which surprises you at times as it ranges from:
“Cerulean fits you so well, it makes you even more ethereal than you already are, my King/Queen.”
“Have I ever told you how thankful I am for your presence? When you hear me out, actually listen to me, it shows the good in you. You’re a blessing to me and to those around you.” 🥹
He listens to you just like you do. He’s attentive, looking at you intently whenever you utter a word. He will make you feel important because yes, you are.
Sukuna
He has to have your attention. On him, all the time. You dare look at another while you’re with him? Well, you better not. Unless you want a head rolling down the floor that is.
When you speak to him, he holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, either tilting your head sideward or upward. Remember, eyes on him, human.
Unlike those he usually converse with, curses and sorcerers alike, he does not look at you condescendingly. Rather, his eyes are always sultry.
As he looked at you so, the nail of his thumb trails his lips. Yes, he is thinking of doing that on your own. He listens to you talk just like that.
If ever he decides to leave his throne not in a quest for blood, it’s because he wants to wander the world with you- although he do so by placing his much larger palm around your wrist when he drags you to wherever. Do not be fooled ‘cause he really would like to hold your hand but that would be reserved for far intimate surroundings.
When you end up wandering in a deserted or a simply quiet place, he would pull your wrist to him, and place his lips for a little while in there. You can choose to look away from him but he will stare at you. An intense gaze would linger on you until you break, so you better look back at him.
Whether you are together or not, expect him to say this every time, “You’re alluring. And mine. Yeah?”
He releases that infamous smirk of his, and before you object or speak, he’ll be holding your jaw, inching closer before he speaks yet again with a low growl to his voice, “Mine.” Then he presses his lips on the side of yours. So close, yet so far.
It would not be fair for only him to be this attracted to you, he will make you want his touch, and he will make you yearn for him.
P.S. Anyone yearns for the series I started for Sukuna? Feel free to read it if you haven’t yet. ;)
Nanami
Yes, Nanami does flirt. But subtle. One that sweeps you off your feet without effort. He’ll just make your heart flutter without a warning.
Imagine looking down as you arrange paperwork, then he calls you- “y/n.” You simply answer with a hum, not bothering to look at him. Then a few seconds after he stood beside you, he turned you around to face him. He doesn’t look you in the eye. He focused on the strands of hair covering your face. He tucks it behind your ear, turns you around so he faces your back, and ties your hair.
Imagine! His warm hands smoothing down your stray hairs, his thumb gliding from the base of your neck to your hairline, he’s gentle, soft, caring! He tries to act nonchalant and you probably won’t notice but his heart is beating just as fast as yours. Oh, to be this close to you, he thinks. He exhales, gathering his composure before you turn to face him.
And since we love our gentleman, he does not only hold the door for you, he offers his arm! I repeat, he offers his arm for you to hold on to!
You think that’s just that? No. He slides his hands backward until it was beneath yours. He’s not letting go anytime soon.
Also, while your hands were in his, his thumb would lightly swipe your skin back and forth. Yes, he would.
You know other things he’d do too?
He kneels before you to tie your shoelaces.
If he ain’t holding your hand, trust me, he would either ghost it over or rest it on your lower back. Just to make sure you are safe (e.g. from tripping, bumping onto anyone, or getting hit on the sidewalk).
And ‘cause he really likes that thumb thing, if you are comfortable, he definitely is doing that on your lower back as well.
Another intimate thing! He could trap you between his arms, perhaps, you were teasing him. However, he quickly retorts by teasing you back. Using the tips of his fingers, he traces your spine, taking his time and relishing in the wide-eyed look you give him. There’s that very little, very subtle smirk on his lips, you delight him. That- he cannot deny.
I believe this is my first headcanon post? And my first request about headcanons, so I am quite unsure if I did this right, do let me know, lovely readers. I have also opened a ko-fi account if you wish to support me, hehe. Soon, I will also be starting commissions. Until my next post! Take care of yourself. 🤎
request by anon: For Gojo, sukuna, and Nanami, can you please do flirting headcanons? Thnx! 😃
Gojo
You’re his majesty. He’s down bad for you. His King/Queen.
You know his reasoning for that endearment? In his own words, aside from he accepts you’re the boss of him, it is so that he can call your offspring prince/princess. Yes, he has thought that far already, don’t wonder.
Let me just include the headcanon of @sokivv wherein they said Gojo’s the type to tell you your makeup looks pretty when you don’t even have any makeup at all, and that is so true! Does not matter how you look, he thinks you’re pretty, all the time. You’d believe it ‘cause it shows.
He visits you at your home like at 7 in the morning- maybe even 5, you don’t expect any visitors so you answer the door only opening it lightly. Your hair a bird’s nest, eyes still with crusts when you squint as you look outside, the back of your hand removing saliva if ever there’s any, then he’s there grinning with his pearl white teeth and a bouquet in hand, “Morning, gorgeous!”
Speaking of morning, let’s talk about breakfast. If he knows you haven’t eaten yet, he buys one for you. And at times, he’ll even cook for you! Just don’t expect it to be good but he swears all his love is in there.
He’s also fond of complimenting you, which surprises you at times as it ranges from:
“Cerulean fits you so well, it makes you even more ethereal than you already are, my King/Queen.”
“Have I ever told you how thankful I am for your presence? When you hear me out, actually listen to me, it shows the good in you. You’re a blessing to me and to those around you.” 🥹
He listens to you just like you do. He’s attentive, looking at you intently whenever you utter a word. He will make you feel important because yes, you are.
Sukuna
He has to have your attention. On him, all the time. You dare look at another while you’re with him? Well, you better not. Unless you want a head rolling down the floor that is.
When you speak to him, he holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, either tilting your head sideward or upward. Remember, eyes on him, human.
Unlike those he usually converse with, curses and sorcerers alike, he does not look at you condescendingly. Rather, his eyes are always sultry.
As he looked at you so, the nail of his thumb trails his lips. Yes, he is thinking of doing that on your own. He listens to you talk just like that.
If ever he decides to leave his throne not in a quest for blood, it’s because he wants to wander the world with you- although he do so by placing his much larger palm around your wrist when he drags you to wherever. Do not be fooled ‘cause he really would like to hold your hand but that would be reserved for far intimate surroundings.
When you end up wandering in a deserted or a simply quiet place, he would pull your wrist to him, and place his lips for a little while in there. You can choose to look away from him but he will stare at you. An intense gaze would linger on you until you break, so you better look back at him.
Whether you are together or not, expect him to say this every time, “You’re alluring. And mine. Yeah?”
He releases that infamous smirk of his, and before you object or speak, he’ll be holding your jaw, inching closer before he speaks yet again with a low growl to his voice, “Mine.” Then he presses his lips on the side of yours. So close, yet so far.
It would not be fair for only him to be this attracted to you, he will make you want his touch, and he will make you yearn for him.
P.S. Anyone yearns for the series I started for Sukuna? Feel free to read it if you haven’t yet. ;)
Nanami
Yes, Nanami does flirt. But subtle. One that sweeps you off your feet without effort. He’ll just make your heart flutter without a warning.
Imagine looking down as you arrange paperwork, then he calls you- “y/n.” You simply answer with a hum, not bothering to look at him. Then a few seconds after he stood beside you, he turned you around to face him. He doesn’t look you in the eye. He focused on the strands of hair covering your face. He tucks it behind your ear, turns you around so he faces your back, and ties your hair.
Imagine! His warm hands smoothing down your stray hairs, his thumb gliding from the base of your neck to your hairline, he’s gentle, soft, caring! He tries to act nonchalant and you probably won’t notice but his heart is beating just as fast as yours. Oh, to be this close to you, he thinks. He exhales, gathering his composure before you turn to face him.
And since we love our gentleman, he does not only hold the door for you, he offers his arm! I repeat, he offers his arm for you to hold on to!
You think that’s just that? No. He slides his hands backward until it was beneath yours. He’s not letting go anytime soon.
Also, while your hands were in his, his thumb would lightly swipe your skin back and forth. Yes, he would.
You know other things he’d do too?
He kneels before you to tie your shoelaces.
If he ain’t holding your hand, trust me, he would either ghost it over or rest it on your lower back. Just to make sure you are safe (e.g. from tripping, bumping onto anyone, or getting hit on the sidewalk).
And ‘cause he really likes that thumb thing, if you are comfortable, he definitely is doing that on your lower back as well.
Another intimate thing! He could trap you between his arms, perhaps, you were teasing him. However, he quickly retorts by teasing you back. Using the tips of his fingers, he traces your spine, taking his time and relishing in the wide-eyed look you give him. There’s that very little, very subtle smirk on his lips, you delight him. That- he cannot deny.
I believe this is my first headcanon post? And my first request about headcanons, so I am quite unsure if I did this right, do let me know, lovely readers. I have also opened a ko-fi account if you wish to support me, hehe. Soon, I will also be starting commissions. Until my next post! Take care of yourself. 🤎
Hii! I saw ur requests are open so may I please request a sanji x fem!reader where while fighting marines reader took the bullet/hit for sanji? And sanji got shocked because he wasn’t used to being saved by women (btw sanji and reader has a crush on each other) and reader confessed to sanji before fainting and after everything reader was treated by chopper and when she woke up sanji was there and akso confessed to her and then they kissed hehe. I hope this is okay! Thank you!!
It has been a long time but I hope you like what I wrote for you! I’ve been listening to Elijah Woods’ song called ‘wildfire’ hence the title, hehe. Wishing you a lovely day/night, anon! 💖
request by anon: Hii! I saw ur requests are open so may I please request a sanji x fem!reader where while fighting marines reader took the bullet/hit for sanji? And sanji got shocked because he wasn’t used to being saved by women (btw sanji and reader has a crush on each other) and reader confessed to sanji before fainting and after everything reader was treated by chopper and when she woke up sanji was there and akso confessed to her and then they kissed hehe. I hope this is okay! Thank you!!
“Sanji, Sanji!” You ran so fast your limbs were scorching- also uncomfortably aching, sweat poured non-stop from your forehead, throat forcing shouts in hurry and worry. “Sanji! Look back!”
The cook of Thousand Sunny displayed his blazing long legs with pride. He was exchanging blows with his opponent, hands tucked in his pants, his focus not faltering- which left you with no choice. You wouldn’t be able to take it if he gets hurt, even worse, die. Not with you around.
Without a second thought, you flung yourself forward to Sanji, tackling him to the ground. Immense pain unlike you’ve never experienced before enveloped your abdomen. It was sharp. Excruciating. You could not catch your breath, gasping for air while clutching the frame of a motionless Sanji. His mouth hung open leading to drop the cigar he has been consuming.
“Y/N-chan?”
“I told you to look back. You never listen to me.” You drop your head onto his chest. “Hear me out this time, will you?”
“Are- are you hurt? I’m gonna go get- I’ll call… call for help- wait for me-” you placed your pointer finger on top of his wobbling lips.
“I said listen-“ you took a deep breath, hissed at the pain that suddenly surged, but continued nevertheless, “we don’t know how things would go. I’m not one to do so but I’ll take the chance this time.”
Amidst the battle cries, the shade of red painting the ground, it can never be not romantic so long as he was close. So long as you can hear his heartbeat. You continued expressing the feelings you have suppressed.
“I like you, Sanji. Maybe even more than I’m admitting. I like you. Did you hear that?”
The word stunned would understate what he feels at that very moment. He was baffled- bewildered. Then he was afraid. Urgency knocked him back to reality when your eyes fluttered closed. He was shaking you, calling you, but you didn’t answer anymore.
Your world goes black and so does Sanji’s.
“Sanji,” a familiar cute little voice uttered, “I guarantee you she would wake up. You wouldn’t want her to open her eyes and see you like this, would you? I don’t want to treat any more of you than I have to.”
“I’ll wait for them, Chopper.”
An adorable but noticeably frustrated sigh left the Doctor’s mouth. “Sanji-“
“I said I’ll wait for them.”
With that, you’re eyes fluttered open, your lips turning up in a smile.
“I got this, Chopper.” You answered with a sore throat. Chopper left with a relieved sigh.
“Y/N-chan!” Without wasting a second, his arms immediately surrounded you, trapping you in a tight and warm embrace. A little sting on your abdomen made you hiss. It made him release you from his hold, opting to settle his hands on your shoulder before looking you in the eye.
And that was when you wished you took all the hurt you could have, so it did not have to make a home in Sanji’s face, it was a heartbreaking sight. Tears pooled in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks- ones that are hollowed from probably skipping his meals. His hair was disheveled but no—it was not the worst part—it was the same suit, same necktie, same blood-soaked clothes that he wore when you were shot. The hands on your shoulders continued to tremble. So you held it. Enclosed it against yours.
“I’m alright, Sanji, though it seems like you’re not.”
He closed his eyes, shaking his head from left to right. “No, I’m not,” he uttered in a voice so small you barely heard it. “Don’t tell me that you love me just to leave me.”
The statement made you clear your throat.
“Excuse me? I don’t think I recall saying that.” You didn’t know his eyes also held much power because they made you take your words back as soon as you said them. “I mean, yes, I did tell you I like you-“
“I do. I like you. Hell, I love you, Y/N! Don’t tell me you take a bullet for me and expect me not to? But please let me take the bullet for you next time. I’d rather suffer myself than see you… like this.”
He rested his forehead on the crook of your neck. Meanwhile, you leaned down a little, pressing a kiss to his hair.
“I can’t have you hurting in my stead. Let’s just compromise. How about taking down the enemies before they even touch us? I think that sounds better.”
“Yes, that does sound better. I won’t let them lay their hands on you. Never again. But…” you wondered what it was again when he pulled away from you, not that much really, just enough to stare deep into your eyes and communicate his message, “you still haven’t said it back.”
You smiled, a giddy one, a surge of warmth spreading like wildfire in your heart.
“I love you.”
Your lips pressed against one another, molding with his in a slow and passionate kiss. It was searing. The fire resisted to cease, rather, it only glowed brighter. Just like wildfire.
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Hi, can I request a kuroo x reader, where its raining and she forgot her umbrella, luckily kuroo has an umbrella and offers to walk her home? P.S.- I like your works and the title (is it called that?) of your blog -soft, sweet,serene scenarios- perfectly describes your fics, couldnt have put it better myself. 😊
Lovely! I was finally able to post your request! I hope you still enjoy reading it despite taking too long. And thank you so much, I’m happy you do think the same way about my fics. 😭🤎
request by anon: Hi, can I request a kuroo x reader, where its raining and she forgot her umbrella, luckily kuroo has an umbrella and offers to walk her home? P.S.- I like your works and the title (is it called that?) of your blog -soft, sweet,serene scenarios- perfectly describes your fics, couldnt have put it better myself. 😊
While the clouds cover the sun, droplets fall to the ground with a little tap, fortunately meek. It was just a drizzle but it doesn’t mean you won’t get wet. After all, when you need your umbrella the most- it’s exactly when you forgot to bring it.
It has been a good few minutes of contemplation, patience, and imagination. Still, the stubborn drizzle refused to go away. As for your imagination, well, none of those who passed by you offered to share their umbrella. They were either people you don’t know or someone with another one.
You held out your hand out of the roof, feeling the continuous tap tap tap, releasing a long sigh after. Oh, well. You thought. Might as well enjoy it.
And so you took a step and looked up at the sky before closing your eyes. The tap you felt in your hands earlier slowly spread into your face. It dropped on your forehead, chin, ‘till your cheek. Then there was none. Confused, you opened your eyes.
“You looked breathtaking under the rain but I thought you might get sick-“ he brought out his handkerchief, handing it to you- “forgot to bring your umbrella?”
You closed and opened your eyes, taken aback by the sudden appearance of your classmate, seatmate, and crush named Kuroo. He was seen as the playful volleyball captain, especially around his team. However, your heart can’t help its beat when he had always been the gentle, thoughtful, and cute seatmate for you. Even more so at this very moment.
“I- yes, I forgot to bring it with me,” you answered, eyes on the handkerchief with eagerness and shyness tearing your mind apart—in the end—he removed the droplets himself and despite the nonchalant face he has on, you were able to notice the tremor of his hands as he gently pats your face.
When he kept the handkerchief back in his pocket, an awkward smile escaped his lips. “Well, I can walk you home- if you’re alright with me, of course.”
"Of course, I am! But would you really walk me home? I mean, wouldn't you be disturbed? You may have some other things to do or maybe my home is far from yours? I don't want to be a nuisance, I can walk by myself, please don't feel obliged or anything, it's just a little rain."
All the while mumbling, your seatmate only has this soft look covering his features. Eyes, although tired, seemed to glimmer. Lips, devoid of teasing smirks and remarks, were replaced by a gentle lift on its corners. His hair, usually notable for its similarity with a rooster's head, was slightly down due to its dampness both from his rigorous practice or the rain, you'd love to know.
With his lighthearted chuckle, you were brought back to reality.
"To reassure you, I won't be disturbed. And, to solve your dilemma, I have more time now that practice is over earlier than usual. I don't mind taking a walk for a mile or two. Come on, let's go?"
"Alright then. Thank you, Kuroo-san!"
As you walk towards your home, it wasn’t a silent and uncomfortable atmosphere that surrounded you both, it was a rather comforting and calm conversation. One that envelopes your heart in warmth, it feels almost as if little butterflies were fluttering their wings inside your ribcage.
“How about we ditch the formalities? You know- we’re the same age, we’ve been seatmates for quite a while now, and we’re even sharing an umbrella as of the moment.”
From tight thinking lips, you decided, “I’ll try. Then let me start with, I guess, calling you Tetsuroo?”
A smile easily escaped his lips.
“That’s better,” Kuroo hummed in thought, “Then, let me call you Y/N."
You nodded with a sheepish smile on your lips.
"By the way, ever heard of what they do to a dead scientist? Hmm… no? It’s actually simple, they barium."
It was hard to keep the chuckle to yourself—not that his joke was hilarious—but it was his attempt of making you smile that you were really fond of.
"Ha! You laughed, I heard that! We're now officially friends, ‘kay?"
"We'll, I-I'm glad," a chuckle erupted from your lips yet again, "so was that some sort of initiation, huh?"
"Yes, it is."
A satisfied smile covered Kuroo's face. Meanwhile, you mindlessly asked.
"How come we never talked like this before?"
There was no sign of stopping. The rain didn't falter for a second. Yet, the sun persisted and displayed itself above the horizon. There was a cold breeze. Yet, warmth seeped into your skin. You heard his answer.
"Cause you never looked my way before."
Appalled by his claim, you replied so fast, slipping in the process.
"Excuse me- what do you mean? When did I ever tear my gaze away from you? I've always looked your way!"
Kuroo stopped in his tracks. You too stopped for a second. However, with the realization that your mouth has betrayed you, you walked with a speed synonymous with one in a marathon.
Let the rain be damned.
Only a person with no shame would confess the first time they had a real conversation with their crush!
"Hey, Y/N, slow down! You'll get sick with what you're doing. Worse, injured. Wait for me, will you?"
"How? I just... I just humiliated myself! AHHH!"
"Give me the chance to join you then!" You stood a few feet away, body turned opposite from Kuroo. The liquid started to soak your clothes. Seconds pass by until there was the familiar physique beside you. He placed the umbrella over your head, shielding you from the rain. "I liked you so much my heart thrums against my chest just by looking at you. Even right now, at this moment, I keep suppressing myself. Will you allow me to express this?"
You looked him in the eye once again. You nodded. A little smile graced your lips.
"If you say so. I will."
His face slowly inched towards you—rain in the backdrop—until you closed your eyes and felt the softness of his lips.
Hey. If you’re still here, hi! I missed you! So much. Please receive my tightest of embrace! I am genuinely sorry for not being with you during the tough days of your life but I hope you’re still holding on just like I am. I may be too late but never say never! I would finally be posting the pending requests that has been sent before. My mind itself has kept me away from writing but now that I am back, I’d still take requests and answer it on my time. Speaking of, if anyone is interested, I would like to try a hand on commissions. I would write a separate post about it soon. In the mean time, as always, I hope you enjoy reading the works I would post. I love you! I mean that. 🤎
“You’re more afraid of this than the King of Curses? What a bizarre human you are.” He was quite right, you couldn’t retaliate so you hugged his neck tighter, burying your face in his collarbone. “You seem to be getting comfortable with me, shall I let you go to make you feel otherwise?”
“The most mighty King Sukuna, please have mercy on this powerless human. I might not die by your hands but if you let me go, either way, that will be the end of me.”
A deep chuckle escaped his throat before proceeding to answer you. “That’s right. I’m powerful enough to decide whether to keep you alive or kill you-“ just as he said that you felt the terrifying feeling of falling, almost taking all the air in your lungs as you shout for your life- “you have quite the luck, I won’t be letting you go anytime soon.”
Did you hear him right? Or was it the wind distorting your hearing?
“Open your eyes, human.” You don’t want to realize you’re at the edge of a 55-floor-high building just like you did earlier so you shook your head left and right to disagree. A sigh left his lips. “I said I’m not letting you go. You’re brave enough to embrace me, this should be easier. Come on, open your eyes, human.”
With his words and your serenaded heart, you decided to do so. You were still atop a building but at least you weren’t at the edge anymore. Your eyes were welcomed by the city lights, billboards, buildings, and various vehicles. They twinkled brightly under you. What was most fascinating above all, however, was the crescent moon in the sky. The freezing wind that continued to brush against your skin didn’t seem so intimidating as you felt the heat of Sukuna’s body when he secured his hold of you in his arms.
“Not so bad, hm?” He asked. Maybe it was the moon reflecting the glow you see in his eyes but he seriously looked so ethereal you doubted he was a curse.
You answered him without hesitation or any thoughts. “Not bad at all.”
If curses are a manifestation of negative emotions, how can this curse contain consideration? How can he appreciate such scenery with those eyes- almost identical to how humans do? Could there still possibly be a bit of humanity left in him?
“I thought you didn’t want to die?”
You nonchalantly hummed, actually inattentive of his query. “What’re you talking about now?”
“You’re unbelievable.” The curse shook his head left and right. “What if I crush you? You don’t see me as a threat now, do you?”
“I don’t think anyone has died because of cuddling, just relax, ‘kuna-“ you shifted to a more comfortable position in his noticeably sturdy chest- “also, you had many chances to kill me yet you didn’t. I’m thankful you still haven’t. I know this is such a dangerous gamble I’m taking but I’m still going to do it anyway.”
A long silence filled your bedroom. Only the swish of the curtain could be heard as it was blown by the wind. When you taught Sukuna the way to your home, he didn’t bother coming through the door, and he didn’t even close the windows. In turn, you thought you’d just enjoy his heat keeping you from being cold. A few more seconds after the initial silence, he finally spoke.
“This isn’t what I had in mind when I told you to caress me.”
You tilted your face up to look at him while he stared at the ceiling. He heaved a deep sigh, making you wonder, so you answered him with a question, “Then what else…?“
“Forget about it. I guess this is alright too.”
You nodded your head as if agreeing with his statement, then you proceeded to ask him.
“Can I touch your hair? Please?”
He closed his eyes, murmuring. “Do what you want.”
With that, a little smile blossomed on your lips. You removed yourself from your previous position, pushing yourself higher until you reached his shoulders, you placed one hand on it to rest your chin. Meanwhile, your other hand settled on his head. You combed through his hair carefully, eyes watching the curse’s face, mindful of his reaction.
“I’m not supposed to do this.”
“What?”
“Holding a curse close to me, admiring him, and feeling this flutter in my chest because of him.”
There was warmth in his embrace that made you think you never want to let go- but then eventually, you left the comfort his arms provide.
From afar, Gojo stands atop a building. He removes his blindfold, staring at the scenario that unfolds before his eyes.
“First, you thought a curse was attractive. Now you bring him home? You’re insane, Y/N.”
temporary madness (until it isn’t); a series: part 1, part 2, part 3
AHHHH! What do you think about this? Please let me know! I don’t know why the replies have been turned off on my previous posts but I’ve read them, I’m really really thankful for the interest and support you’ve shown. Thank you soooo much for reading, I hope it brought you a little joy. 😊💕
P.S. - I’ve been listening to the acoustic version of ‘Body Back’ by Griffin and Maia Wright while writing this. You might want to listen to it too, I think it fits this series well, hehe.
El! I’m so happy to have you, I go by Nixxy, hehe. I’m doing alright, trying to stay strong since I only have about 2 weeks of classes left then I’d finally be able to rest and write. How about you? Looking forward to more of our interaction. 💕
I’m studying “Humanities and Social Sciences”, it’s also my last year of high school this year, hehe. How about you? Also, I don’t find you overwhelming or annoying, you’re lovelyyyy! ✨
Long time no read, El! Thankfully, I’ve been well! I do like studying about it more than other subjects, haha. As of the moment, I’m kind of drawn to the world of k-pop- which makes me wonder what are your interests? 🤔
El! I’m so happy to have you, I go by Nixxy, hehe. I’m doing alright, trying to stay strong since I only have about 2 weeks of classes left then I’d finally be able to rest and write. How about you? Looking forward to more of our interaction. 💕
I’m studying “Humanities and Social Sciences”, it’s also my last year of high school this year, hehe. How about you? Also, I don’t find you overwhelming or annoying, you’re lovelyyyy! ✨
“You’re more afraid of this than the King of Curses? What a bizarre human you are.” He was quite right, you couldn’t retaliate so you hugged his neck tighter, burying your face in his collarbone. “You seem to be getting comfortable with me, shall I let you go to make you feel otherwise?”
“The most mighty King Sukuna, please have mercy on this powerless human. I might not die by your hands but if you let me go, either way, that will be the end of me.”
A deep chuckle escaped his throat before proceeding to answer you. “That’s right. I’m powerful enough to decide whether to keep you alive or kill you-“ just as he said that you felt the terrifying feeling of falling, almost taking all the air in your lungs as you shout for your life- “you have quite the luck, I won’t be letting you go anytime soon.”
Did you hear him right? Or was it the wind distorting your hearing?
“Open your eyes, human.” You don’t want to realize you’re at the edge of a 55-floor-high building just like you did earlier so you shook your head left and right to disagree. A sigh left his lips. “I said I’m not letting you go. You’re brave enough to embrace me, this should be easier. Come on, open your eyes, human.”
With his words and your serenaded heart, you decided to do so. You were still atop a building but at least you weren’t at the edge anymore. Your eyes were welcomed by the city lights, billboards, buildings, and various vehicles. They twinkled brightly under you. What was most fascinating above all, however, was the crescent moon in the sky. The freezing wind that continued to brush against your skin didn’t seem so intimidating as you felt the heat of Sukuna’s body when he secured his hold of you in his arms.
“Not so bad, hm?” He asked. Maybe it was the moon reflecting the glow you see in his eyes but he seriously looked so ethereal you doubted he was a curse.
You answered him without hesitation or any thoughts. “Not bad at all.”
If curses are a manifestation of negative emotions, how can this curse contain consideration? How can he appreciate such scenery with those eyes- almost identical to how humans do? Could there still possibly be a bit of humanity left in him?
“I thought you didn’t want to die?”
You nonchalantly hummed, actually inattentive of his query. "What're you talking about now?"
"You’re unbelievable.” The curse shook his head left and right. “What if I crush you? You don’t see me as a threat now, do you?"
"I don't think anyone has died because of cuddling, just relax, 'kuna-“ you shifted to a more comfortable position in his noticeably sturdy chest- “also, you had many chances to kill me yet you didn’t. I’m thankful you still haven’t. I know this is such a dangerous gamble I’m taking but I’m still going to do it anyway.”
A long silence filled your bedroom. Only the swish of the curtain could be heard as it was blown by the wind. When you taught Sukuna the way to your home, he didn’t bother coming through the door, and he didn’t even close the windows. In turn, you thought you’d just enjoy his heat keeping you from being cold. A few more seconds after the initial silence, he finally spoke.
“This isn’t what I had in mind when I told you to caress me.”
You tilted your face up to look at him while he stared at the ceiling. He heaved a deep sigh, making you wonder, so you answered him with a question, “Then what else…?“
“Forget about it. I guess this is alright too.”
You nodded your head as if agreeing with his statement, then you proceeded to ask him.
“Can I touch your hair? Please?”
He closed his eyes, murmuring. “Do what you want.”
With that, a little smile blossomed on your lips. You removed yourself from your previous position, pushing yourself higher until you reached his shoulders, you placed one hand on it to rest your chin. Meanwhile, your other hand settled on his head. You combed through his hair carefully, eyes watching the curse’s face, mindful of his reaction.
“I’m not supposed to do this.”
“What?”
“Holding a curse close to me, admiring him, and feeling this flutter in my chest because of him.”
There was warmth in his embrace that made you think you never want to let go- but then eventually, you left the comfort his arms provide.
From afar, Gojo stands atop a building. He removes his blindfold, staring at the scenario that unfolds before his eyes.
“First, you thought a curse was attractive. Now you bring him home? You’re insane, Y/N.”
temporary madness (until it isn’t); a series: part 1, part 2, part 3
AHHHH! What do you think about this? Please let me know! I don’t know why the replies have been turned off on my previous posts but I’ve read them, I’m really really thankful for the interest and support you’ve shown. Thank you soooo much for reading, I hope it brought you a little joy. 😊💕
P.S. - I’ve been listening to the acoustic version of ‘Body Back’ by Griffin and Maia Wright while writing this. You might want to listen to it too, I think it fits this series well, hehe.
A certain memory keeps lingering in his mind now and then. It seems to be that one precious record, giving him comfort, and eventually encouraging him to dance to its tune. It was happiness and sadness at once.
He was aware of each step he took as he slowly walks away from the court, breathing heavily, exhaling disappointment and frustration while trying not to let them display. His body felt like it was burning from the intense game, he can feel the exhaustion taking over his limbs, despite those—nothing compares to the ache in his heart—for him, his team, and those that supported them.
It wasn’t his first defeat, he was already familiar with all these emotions, yet he just can’t get used to it. He can’t just brush off the dedication that everyone had.
“You looked so cool out there, love. You played so well.”
Then you were there, an arm reaching out to him, with a welcoming smile on your lips as if he won the game. He felt like he wasn’t deserving of your presence, he was hesitant. Still, you walked towards him, held the back of his head with a gentle touch, and brought his face down to your neck.
When he got to feel your skin against him and smelt the scent he loves so much, he was finally able to release a shaky breath and gather the courage to slowly wrap his arms around your waist. It was loose, making his hesitance to hold you evident. So, you caressed his hair. You also tapped his back lightly to make him feel at ease. Soon, you brought down the arm tapping his back, placing it on his chest. You felt his beating heart.
“Does it hurt in here?”
He answered with a nod, eyes still closed, basking in the solace you provided. Your scent, your warmth, your voice, your touch—they reached his heart—he was nothing but grateful for them. Volleyball was his passion, it’s the flicker that ignites his fire. You, on the other hand, are the deep affection much above his passion, the lantern that keeps his fire from getting extinguished.
“I understand, it’s alright, you can be upset-“ as a reply to his answer, you slowly stroked his chest just above his heart- “just don’t beat up yourself, please.“
When giving up became one of his choices, you made him see the other options he could choose. Take a break then continue. That was also the moment when he knew, he was born to love you. For as long he lives, the record is going to keep playing, reminding him to stay strong and of you.
This scenario was inspired by Kang Seungyoon who released the song “Born to Love You” just recently. You can check it out and see if you’ll love it as well (he’s also from the k-pop group WINNER, my bias!). I was not inspired from the actual song itself but it was from the show that he was in called “All That Pingpong”. He was the ace player of his team but he lost in this certain game despite his hardwork, in addition, the pressure that comes along with being the ace must hit him harder than I could imagine, it just breaks my heart, coming from someone who is an over thinker herself. So there, that’s my little background story. I hope you enjoyed reading and please listen to Seungyoon’s song, hehe.
Sincerely, Nixxy ♡
P.S. - This was honestly just a burst of inspiration so it was easier for me to write, I’m sorry for the requests I still haven’t done. I’ll be doing them once vacation starts. 😭 Dedicated to my 🫐 anon and every other requesters, have this for the meanwhile! 💕
