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Bakugo could never stay awake during movies.
It was a problem for him, genuinely. The amount of times heās fallen asleep, and grumbles in annoyance when you tell him the movieās over is truly staggering. Itās not that he wants to miss the action, heās just so exhausted from beingā¦ well. Bakugo, that when the end of the day comes, and youāve got a hand buried in his hair and a blanket tossed over you both, he never stands a chance.
And itās a ritual at this point, merely part of your daily routine. He comes home. He showers. He curls up against you, and before the movieās rising action can start, heās out cold.
And nine times out of ten, youāre more than willing to stay, scratching his scalp and watching Bakugoās handsome face twitch and lax with each detail of dreamsā¦
But today? The one out of ten? Youāre fucking hungry.
You so wish youād eaten before you decided to be his snuggle buddy for the next few hours, knowing heād already had a bad enough day and you leaving to have a snack would only disturb him further, but if it wasnāt you slowly leaving the warmth of bed, it would be your growling stomach.
Okay. Slowly now. You pinch the arm thatās tossed over your waist and slowly lift it up, slipping from under the appendage and out to freedom.
Once out of his warm embrace, you quickly scurry to the kitchen for a sandwich- heavy enough to get through the night, but light enough where you can quickly eat it- and a quick look through of your phone so you can update your friends and family to be officially his for the night.
And it seems to all go well! Heās still knocked out, as you assumed he would be after such a long day, and youāre just about ready to bite when-
āā¦the hell in the fuck are you doing?ā
The voice makes your eyes wander from the brightness of your phone screen, to the culprit himself, standing in the hallway with sweats low on his hips and a blanket wrapped around just the top half of his torso. He knuckles his tired eyes, his lips in a sleepy scowl, and god he looks so snuggly you want to bring him straight back to his warm bed and let him sleep off the day.
But your rumbling stomach would never allow that.
Stopping your staring, your teeth hover over the sandwich before coming down to a biteless close, and you look at him with a clear of your throat, āIāmā¦ eating?ā
āYou left the bed.ā
āYeah, because you donāt like crumbs-ā
āYou left me in the bed.ā
You blink at him in complete confusion, trying your hardest not to laugh in his face as he growls deep in his throat, āyou left me alone in the bed, to make yourself a sandwich!ā
āWell I sure as hell wasnāt going to wake you up,ā you snort, watching as he struggles back a yawn to continue his āthreateningā look. āYou were tired babe, I didnāt want to disturb you.ā
āWellā¦ well I didnāt like not knowing where you were,ā he grumbles. āAnd when I pat the damned bed and it was empty, that was an even worse way to wake up.ā
All an elaborate way of saying āI didnāt like that you left me and our cuddle time.ā You couldāve sworn heād only be mad if youād woken him up in the process of leaving, but thatās very clearly not the case. When a loving grin spreads over your face, you know he knows heās been figured out, and he crosses his blanket-covered arms and avoids your gaze. āAwww, Katsuki-ā
āDonāt even.ā
āDid you want me to-ā
āFuck off.ā
āStay and snuggle?ā His words of empty threats do nothing to deter you from finishing your sweet coo, which he scoffs at while you slowly pull out the chair next to you for him to sit in. āBaby, you know Iād never leave if I knew it would make you upset!ā
āIt didnāt make me up-fucking-set,ā he growls, but he does let his long legs carry him to the chair next to you, plopping down sleepily while maroon eyes struggle to stay awake. āItās the principle of the matter- you leave, you fuckinā tell me where youāre going. End of discussion.ā
You snort and shake your head at his words, finally taking a bite of your sandwich and thus, ending the conversation. Despite his efforts, he doesnāt look half as mad as he thinks he does, lips pouty and cheeks a titch flushed from your affectionate words and the last remnants of sleep being pulled from his soul.
āFor what itās worth,ā you hum, slowly tugging his chair closer to yours, which he instantly rests his head on your shoulder when heās close enough. āI always want to cuddle with you, too, stinky.ā
āQuit it with your stupid pet names,ā he grumbles. āI am a man, and I find it disgusting the way you are able to make my heart race.ā
āOf course you do,ā you agree with him to relax his protests, turning your head to kiss the fluffs of hair that adorn the crown of his head. āLet me finish eating, then we can go nap for real.ā
He grunts, a pouting language for āfine,ā before he lets you eat in slight peace, just without the use of your right arm which is now being held hostage by his own two limbs.
āCā I have a bite?ā He mumbles, opening his mouth expectantly, as if already knowing youād say yes. You chuckle and bring the sandwich to his lips, which he bites softly and chews slowly. āāfank you.ā
Summary: It's bittersweet how much love can shift one's idea of how the world is, and Gojo never thought he'd be one to be at the receiving end of the realization
In which Gojo Satoru falls in love he's supposed to kill
Warnings: Bittersweet, not angst (at least not that much idk I'm numb to it at this point), talks of torture, blood
A/N: There will be other parts if I finish all the other series I've started but don't, because my procrastinating fat ass refuses to (also this is 4.2k words long lol idk how it happened but it did)
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Gojo Satoru could hold the world in his hands and still wish he had the universe.
He had grown up in a lifestyle in which his power was deemed as a gift from the gods.
But Gojo Satoru wasn't a curse,
And that was his downfall.
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"There's a curse in Matsudo." Gojo looked up lazily from his cup, twirling the umber liquid with a spoon.
"I just got back from Tokyo." He said blankly, his blindfold doing wonders in covering his purple eye bags.
"And now we need you to go to Matsudo." The president replied just as lamely, his usual expression never faltering in annoyance.
Had Gojo known there would be yet another task for him to finish he would have just stayed in Tokyo for a couple more days.
"Alright," He sighed deeply, downing the tea in one gulp, his lack of manners disgusting those around him, "I'll go."
He cracked his fingers, heading towards the door. His legs were starting to ache again, the lack of rest causing deep discomfort in his joints,
"Till next time," He waved spitefully, turning his back before he muttered under his breath;
"You dying fucks."
---
Gojo liked Matsudo, just not as much as he liked his bed.
The bustling city life was something he usually welcomed with open arms, but right now all he needed was sleep.
But he still made his way to the given location, the cursed energy deepening the closer he got, telling him silently that he was in the right place.
He found himself in an abandoned building, probably either an old high school or office from what he could tell, but either way, he wouldn't doubt that a curse would stay here.
It wasn't a special grade, but he could see why they sent him here instead of his students; the energy was insanely high.
He walked around for a bit, following where his instinct told him to, until he stumbled across a room with the door slightly open, some shuffling happening inside.
He popped his head in even though he already knew he was at the correct spot and he spotted a small shadow quickly moving around in the corner.
"Ok, here's how this is ideally going to go," He stated, walking in as he slammed the door open, standing in the front where he was sure the curse would see him.
"I have to kill you and I want to go home. So please just make this easy and come here." He sounded childish, he knew that, but at least he was telling the truth.
The shadow stopped moving and he saw as it turned to look at him, assessing what it was up against.
"Do you have any food?"
Gojo was sure he had never heard such a calming voice before, let alone from a curse.
He watched as your shadow rose, the lights from the broken windows illuminating your face so that he could see your features more clearly.
From the curve of your small smile to the shake he saw in your hands and feet, the humane look in your eyes, and the pain that laced your expression, he was sure that he had never met a curse that looked so close to a human that he was starting to wonder if he had the right opponent.
"Food?" He repeated, a hint of amusement in his tone as he leaned back on the balls of his feet, hands in his pockets as he looked at you.
"Yes, I've always wanted to try an apple."
His curiosity got the best of him as he moved closer to you, sensing no malice in your words and actions, tugging his blindfold down a bit to look at you directly in the eye.
"If I give you an apple will you let me do what I need to do?" He couldn't believe himself as he spoke, but you still nodded so he supposed he wasn't too far off.
"You said you wanted to go home. I don't want to take up your time, so an apple and I will turn myself in." He noted the color of your eyes, something he thought was somewhat pretty, but that may just have been because he was lacking sleep and holding a normal conversation with a curse.
"Thank you," He said, chuckling a bit at your statement, the naivety and utter stupidity in your proposal was something that he needed today.
"I don't have an apple on me right now, but give me a minute and I'll get you one. You promise you won't leave?" He spoke to you like he was scolding a child, but you nodded, sitting down on a stray chair.
"I promise." In reality, it would have only taken him seconds to get what he needed, but he wanted to test the honesty of your words, and he realized you were telling the utter truth.
--
When Gojo came back seconds later, with an apple as promised, you were where you were he saw you when he left, a bright gleam sparking in your eyes when you saw what was in his hands.
He tossed it to you and you caught it with ease, staring at the fruit for a couple minutes, turning it around, feeling its weight in our hands, holding it up to the light to see the skin shine ruby red.
Gojo watched as you slowly raised it to your lips, taking a testing bite of it, chewing it for a while before you thickly swallowed, thumbs running up and down the apple.
You felt the smoothness beneath your fingertips as the sweet and blissful flavor mixed on your tongue, eyes squeezing shut as you savored it a bit more before you took another small bite, wanting to have it for as long as you possibly could.
You felt tears roll down as you took more bite, falling from your chin onto your lap, some splattering on the ground beneath you, their saltiness mixing with the redolence of the apple, but you didn't mind as you continued on eating, oblivious to the man next to you, watching in a small state of shock.
You held yourself back though, trying hard to break the apple into two, and when you successfully did, you held out the bigger piece to the sorcerer.
"Here you go," You said, mouth still full from the bite you just took, but you looked up at him with reddish eyes, but a sort of happiness in them as well and he shook his hands, refusing it.
"I'm good. Eat your apple so we can get this over with." You couldn't tell what he was thinking with the cover over his eyes, but you nodded.
You took your hand back but fished out a handkerchief from your coat pocket, getting rid of any dust on the floor before you placed the napkin down, putting the piece on top of it, looking back at him, smiling giddily as you hold your piece in your hands,
"If you ever change your mind, you can have your piece," You pointed to the apple, "It's really good."
Gojo could only stare at you as you ate, looking back to the piece on the floor to you, slight confusion settling in but he masked it by a bored expression, hands crossed against his chest.
After some time, you ate the last piece, licking your fingers, standing up shakily, tilting your head to the side as he looked at you, and then you looked back to what you put for him on the floor.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, that was rude of me," You exclaimed, crouching down and picking up the handkerchief and putting it on the seat you were just sitting in, gently placing it down, "I know many don't like their food to be on the floor." You gave him an apologetic grin but he just sighed, waving it off and he cracked his knuckles, stretching his legs as he got into position.
"That was fun," He said sarcastically though he couldn't say that he wasn't intrigued, yet a job was a job and he had to do what he always did, "Thanks for your cooperation."
You gave him a slight bow, stepping back so he could do what he needed.
"Thank you for the apple."
Gojo watched as you quickly shut your eyes and clenched your fists, the tremble in your lips and the shakiness of your hands something he had never seen before.
"Not going to fight?" He didn't know that he was stalling, but he hesitated in going any further.
"A promise is a promise." You whispered and he picked up on just how scared you must have been when your words came out choppy.
He had enough of this and he threw his hands up, looking at you in bewilderment.
"Who are you? Are you one of Geto's?" You opened one eye when you sensed that there was no more danger, and you quickly denied it.
"No, I am a curse. Nothing more and nothing less." For the first time since he met you, you sounded robotic.
"Are you lying?" You clenched your fists harder, shaking your head again.
"No." Yes, you were.
If you worked with Geto, Gojo didn't understand why you weren't fighting back or even denied the fact that you were with him.
"Why are you lying?" Your bottom lip quivered as a big tear escaped from the corner of your eye.
"I am not lying." He was certain that you were, now.
"Yes, you are. What, are you stalling for Geto to come?" He knew that Geto wouldn't come here to finish him off, and he didn't sense any other curse nearby other than you, so there was no reason for you to lie at this point.
"No. It's just me." You bounced your foot up and down anxiously, looking around at the mention of the other's name.
"I promise." You added, and Gojo knew you weren't lying this time. Either it was from the new sincerity of your words to the pinky you held out, he couldn't tell.
Gojo wasn't a child, and neither were you judging by your looks, so he didn't reciprocate the gesture, but he did lower his hands, easing back up and you followed his movements, relaxing your tense posture.
"Why do you lie?" You looked around as he asked that, eyes darting lover the room, fingers fiddling nervously as you leaned closer to whisper.
"Because I ran away and I don't want him to find me," Your teeth clenched tightly as you told him the truth, "That is why I lied."
"Who? Geto?" You nodded apprehensively at his question and he leaned back on the table behind him, clicking his tongue as he surveyed what he should do.
"So you hide here?" You nodded again and he shook his head, understanding.
"Do you know where he is?' You thought about it but shrugged tensely, shaking your head in denial.
"Are you going to kill me now?" Gojo didn't know why it felt like you were asking him to do worse when his daily routine was getting rid of curses, but god's, looking at you made it seem like he was killing an old friend.
"Not today," He walked away towards the door, "Tomorrow."
When he went back home nobody asked him how his mission went because they were going to be with the same answer as they always did, a curt nod and maybe a flipping-off gesture as he retreated to his room.
So when he came back he made way to his room silently, shutting the door quietly as he ran to his desk, rummaging for some things.
---
He didn't wait for a new mission as he almost ran out of the building the next building, an apple in hand, trying his best to get to the old building he was at yesterday.
It didn't take long for him to find it and he ran up the multiple stairs, skidding to a stop at the familiar door, shoving it open as he looked around.
Sure enough, you were in the corner, eyes snapping open as you looked at him, your heaving chest calming down when you realized who it was.
"Good morning." You called out, almost like you were greeting a friend instead of the man who was supposed to kill you.
He threw the apple your way, hands crossing as he waited at the doorstep.
"I give you one and you tell me something, deal?"
You looked at the gem in your hand in then to the man at the doorway, nodding slowly.
"Where do I find Geto?" He said abruptly, and yous topped mid-bite, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I told you yesterday that I don't know. His location always changes." Gojo frustratedly walked to where you were, snatching the uneaten apple from your hands.
You let out a small whimper when his fingers tugged on yours and he watched as blood instantly starting flowing from where his touch was.
You quickly ripped off a piece from your shirt, wrapping it around your hands but the blood still seeped through and you balled them up, hiding them in your coat as you looked away in embarrassment.
"Sorry," You muttered, hands pressed tightly to your sides to ease to pain, "That happens a lot."
Gojo's brows scrunched up in incertitude as you bite your lips to quiet the pained groans that fell out.
"You bleed a lot?" He didn't know why he was here asking this when he was here to find out about where Geto was.
"It happens when others touch me," You answered, eyes shut tight, "I think." You added with uncertainty in your wavering voice.
"I think Geto did it to get back at me." You added, a whimper escaping your lips as more blood seeped through your coat.
"To get back at you? For what?" Gojo kneeled down to where you were, forgetting completely that he was talking to a curse as he placed a worried hand on your shoulder only to jerk it back when your eyes opened wide, wincing as a new wound opened up where his palm was.
"Shit," He muttered, "Sorry." He didn't know why he was apologizing but you waved him off with one of your bloodied hands, painfully ripping some of the fabric from your pants to press it on the wound.
"For running away." You told him as you tightly pressed on it, more blood staining your already dirtied shirt.
"Were you that important to him?" Gojo was crouched awkwardly, not doing anything as you kept on bleeding but you seemed to be handling it well; as if you were used to it.
"He said I was a curse, nothing more, nothing less." You repeated your words from last night.
"Yes, but if he goes to these measures, or so you say, you must have been important to him, right?" He was edging you on, wanting to get to his final answer.
But he felt a strange sense of guilt as you were curled up in pain, jaw clenched so tightly he felt like a tooth might crack.
"I don't know what it means to be important to someone," You said through clenched teeth, "But Geto told me that I was a curse, nothing more," Gojo cut you off with a sigh, shaking his hand as he got the memo.
Rolling his eyes in annoyance he stood up, and you looked up at him, eyes filling with understatement.
"Are you going to kill me now?" You tried standing up only to fall to your knees and you groaned, but you used the wall as leverage, slowly standing to your feet.
"What?" He remembered what he said yesterday, "Oh, no. I still need answers."
"So not today?" You said with a small twinge of hope and he hated how you sounded you human, so glad that he couldn't understand how you could be a curse.
"Not today," He picked the apple from the ground, putting it on a nearby table.
"Tomorrow."
---
He came back to the same classroom the next day, as he promised.
He had been told to hunt another curse in Sendai but he said he had other business to attend to before he left, not leaving any room for argument.
You were in the same place you were yesterday, but from what he could tell you were sleeping, not seemingly in any pain.
"Wake up, it's noon," He announced himself as he barged through the door, immediately startling you, and you shot to your feet, hands in a defensive position.
But the moment you saw him you dropped them, a small grin appearing on your face.
"Good afternoon," You greeted him thoughtfully and his eye twitched as you said it with familiarity.
The apple in his pocket grew heavier by your words, but he paid it no mind.
He eyed where you were injured yesterday, but the bleeding had stopped, and he didn't know why he felt a sense of relief.
"What are Mahito's capabilities?" He asked, getting straight to the point.
"I don't know. They never specify what they do." You sat on a chair, watching him walk back and forth until he stopped, throwing you the apple from his pocket and you caught it happily.
Before taking a bite you cracked it in half, just like you did last time, offering him the bigger piece.
"Here you go," He looked at you momentarily before shaking his head.
"I don't like apples." That was all he said before he groaned, rubbing his hands over this tired face.
"Who are you?' He sputtered, coming to a stop, realizing that he actually had no idea who you were and what you had done.
"I'm a curse." He scoffed, pointing at your chest angrily.
"No, you're name dipshit. What do you do? Why were you with Geto?" He didn't mean to snap but he was reaching his peak of tiredness, everything around him not working how it was supposed to.
"I am a curse. I don't do much unless I'm given orders. I was with Geto because he picked me up from where I used to be." These indirect answers weren't getting him anywhere.
"Ok, what orders? Did you kill people, sorcerers, what did Geto want with you?" You took a bite out of the apple munching slowly, savoring the flavor.
"I didn't want to kill but," You swallowed, looking around in fear f watchful ears and eyes, "He didn't give me a choice."
Gojo stopped his movements, raising an eyebrow but you couldn't see it.
"What did he do? Threaten you? Why would he give you orders?"
Your legs swung back and forth freely as you ate the apple, looking up at him from time to time as you thought about the questions.
"He'd hold my elbow until I passed out," You swallowed again, "Or he'd tell me that he would kill my family if I didn't do what he said or-" Gojo cut you off.
"Family? You have a family?" You nodded, looking at him weirdly.
"Yes, I think, I don't remember much it's hazy but," Gojo cut you off again, walking up closer to you.
"Were you born a curse?" You went to take another bite but he grabbed the apple, careful not to you touch you, and chucked it out the window.
"No. I was turned into one."
His face was so close to yours that you felt small puffs of air on your cheeks.
"And you didn't die?" He said that more to himself than to you but you still answered.
"No, I'm right here." He wanted to whack you over the head but remembered not to, pulling back, thinking in silence.
"Are you going to kill me now?" You asked him after sitting in silence for a while, his head snapping up to yours.
"No, I still need more answers. I have to go now, though, so wait and I'll see you later."
"Not now?" You asked him, even though he basically already told you, but he assumed it was a sense of gladness that overcame you to ask that.
"Not today," He promised, "Tomorrow."
---
Gojo felt lost the more and more he saw you.
Listening to your broken fragments of stories felt like having half the puzzle pieces but the other half completely missing.
He kept up with his normal sorcerer activities, but he spent his free time finding you, asking, and pressing for more answers while you happily ate your apples.
It was a strange dynamic, but in a demented way, Gojo felt like it worked.
"What's your name?" He asked one day, the question popping up in his mind.
He had never called you by anything all this time, always referring to you as curse in his mind, but he knew you well enough to know you weren't one. At least, not mentally.
"Y/n," You thought about it some more before nodding a bit more confidently, "That's what I remember being called."
You pointed at him, smiling gently.
"And you're Gojo, yes?" He nodded, not knowing how you knew, but you explained it to him.
"Geto warned me about a sorcerer named Gojo. He said he was very tall with stark white hair dressed in black and wearing a blindfold." You grinned, rubbing your nose.
He was sitting across from you, his knees bent, a serene look on his face as the lazy afternoon sun and the busy streets below gave him solace.
"Why do you come here?"
You asked him suddenly, the apple in your hand forgotten as you tilted your head slightly.
"To ask you questions I need answers to."
You knew he was going to say something like that, and you knew it'd be foolish to think that he'd reply with anything else, so you gave him another smile, shrugging.
"As long as you bring apples, then I'm happy."
He snorted a little at your response.
"Apples? Really? That's all it takes?" You chewed the last piece in your hands as he rested his head in his hands, staring at you quizzically.
"Yes, because that means I get to have apples and then I'm not alone."
"Alone?"
You nodded, looking at the abandoned classroom, telling him silently to look around.
"When you're here I have someone to talk and eat with. I can't leave this place without Geto finding me, so it's nice having somebody to talk to." Gojo hated how he felt some part of him tighten at your confession, how hearing that his stupid and half-assed questions made you happy.
He hated how he couldn't do anything more without training suspicion and he hated that you had to suffer away in a shitty place like this while he walked away to a real home.
"I don't talk much other than asking questions," He reminded you but you shrugged, giving him that damn smile that made his pulse race and heat to hone in his cheeks.
"And that's enough for me."
Gods, Gojo was in love with you and you had no idea.
Gojo was in love with a curse and he couldn't do anything about it.
---
You hated the old school building.
The run-down halls and broken glass were tiring to look at and wander around in, everything about the space mocking you that you were merely a prisoner cowering away.
You understood that Gojo was only seeing you because he needed answers, and most of them you didn't know, but it felt comforting having someone else with you.
And on the other hand, you despised his visits.
You hated how his reading nature made you feel more human, how his gentle gaze reminded you of things you forgot but so desperately wanted to remember,
And most of all, you hated how Gojo Satoru made you fall under his spell.
How he brought apples and sometimes sweets if he had any leftover, how he made sure not to touch you but always be close enough so that you feel comforted.
You knew he was doing this so you'd butter up to him, but you'd be quite the liar if you said that he wasn't slowly making you fall in love with him.
He told you stories from his old experience and while you lacked in memory, you made up some extravagant ones, your goal always being to make him laugh, and most of the time you were always able to get a giggle out of him.
But you noticed how he came less and less, how he didn't seem to be as excited as you were to see him, and so after some time of being completely alone, with no one around, you came to terms with the fact that Gojo was no longer coming.
And so with one final look at the building, you set a hesitant foot out into the old lawn, and then another, and then another until you were completely out of the safe zone.
You knew no one around could see you, but you had to be careful to not bump in anyone and have a freak accident.
Your heart was racing as you navigated through the busy streets, but you still looked around amazed at everything, the skyscrapers, and billboards looking like mountains compared to your size.
But you couldn't admire them for long because you felt a strong grip circle around your wrist, tugging you back until your lungs gave out and your mind went dark.
You had made it out for five minutes, you told yourself triumphantly,
I beat Geto by five minutes, you said silently.
---
Gojo should have told you the last time he told you he wasn't going to come back for a while.
The elders were getting suspicious, as he thought, and he had to lay low for a while.
And so he made his way to the building, a basket of apples and apologetic smile already on his face before he made his way through those double doors.
But he stopped, his breath lodged up in his throat as he looked around, waiting for any sound.
Though he heard nothing.
And most importantly, he couldn't sense you anymore.
He rushed to your room looking around wildly for your familiar form, but he found it hauntingly empty.
But the closer he got to the old desk he saw a small apple, withering away under the sun, a small note under it.
Thank you for being my friend and please give the apple a try, it tastes amazing :)
He tried running out, looking for you in the busy street but you were long gone.
He ran a bit up and down even though it was a lost cause but he stopped in the middle of a sidewalk, everything in his stopping when he saw a crumpled handkerchief,
The same one you offered him the night you met.
And Gojo knew you weren't fine.
Gojo, for once, felt helpless.
He was meant to kill curses, and here he was, at the hands of mercy, begging to give him more time to find you.
Monoma coming home from a stressed day at work, going over to you cooking his favorite meal. Wine is already on the table, and he just sighs a breath of relief.
āI know you had a rough day at work. I thought maybe this could cheer you up,ā you murmured. He closes his eyes, enveloped in that sweet perfume you always wear and the savory smell of the meal.
Synopsis: The time has come. Youāve consumed all 20 of Sukunaās fingers, his soul complete and already trying to overpower yours. As youāre spending your remaining time on earth in solitude, waiting for your execution, the unexpected happens - Sukuna asks what were your dreams for the future.
Warnings:Ā
The usual - lots of swears and violence from our favorite King of Curses.
Slightly angsty (I donāt know what constitutes as heavy angst)
Obsessive Sukuna (if you squint haha)
Mentions of death
Small manga spoiler (Uraume)
From Ari:Ā So I hope y'all donāt expect this to be like Annoying Brat - coz thatās too high an expectation haha. You donāt even have to read that before you read this, since weāre staying true to a ālong one-shotā This is more Reader-centric, still with a healthy serving of bitching from Sukuna. I realized it was all Sukuna last time, so I wanted to write more of Readerās relationship and view of him, and just more Vessel!Reader in general. Hope you guys like it <3Ā
Word Count: ~8k (WPS has a weird word count system I thought it was 9k)
Previous Work from āPuppet Showā: Annoying Brat
Extra Short One Shot to This Fic: A Small Piece of You
Lazy mornings with your boyfriend are hard to come by, but heās always looking for your warmth in the winter
Pairing: Todoroki Natsuo x Reader
Request: Derived from a prompt given to me by an anonymous ask, filled out here
Genre: Fluff
Warning(s): Kinda heated kissing but dw annoying little brother Shouto is here to save ur pure mind before it gets too far
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A/N:Ā uhhhh hi o/ sorry itās been like four months since I posted lmfao i havent had a ton of inspiration to writeā¦. im still steadily working on some things but this is one of my shortest fics and it took me absolute months to finish (in case u couldnāt tell from the concept, it was supposed to be posted in like January bc snow and cold and winter butā¦. rip). N e way, itās cute; I actually wrote a little bit of it initially for my prompt celebration thing (u can find the prompt here) and then I was like fuck it i wanna do a full fic so here we are lmfao. Enjoy!
When you met Natsuo two years ago as a first year university student, youād never have guessed how goddamn cold the man gets in the winter.
Itās not like youād complain. Sure, itād be a bit nicer in the summer, but any excuse to let your boyfriend cling to you is a good one. You just make sure thereās plenty of blankets on the bed when you spend the night.
This morning, you wake up under the aforementioned plenty of blankets with Natsuo curled up against your chest as close as humanly possible, nothing below your eyes above the blanketābut thatās enough to see the heavy snowfall through the window on the other side of the bed youāre laying in.
Despite Natsuoās distaste for the temperature, youāve always loved the winter. Waking up like this, the snuggly heat of the blankets and your boyfriendās broad chest against you, is undeniably something youāve been enjoying since early November.
You let yourself bask for a moment, tucking your face down to press a kiss to the crown of Natsuoās head and bite back a smile as he lets out a soft grumble and nuzzles closer into you. Your hands are warm from being under the covers, and you let his slumbering form seep the heat from them by running your palms up his bare back and spreading your fingers out over his skin.
But soon enough you begin to feel restless, and though itās a relatively lax day for the both of you, you want to get up and enjoy the snow with a nice morning cup of a steaming beverage. So, with significant difficulty, you gently pry yourself from Natsuoās slumbering grasp and roll out of the plush, warm covers.
Junpei was suspicious of you. He always felt the world was filled with people who were naturally evil in some way, until you came into his life and challenged his theory.
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Spotify playlistĀ - all the songs I listened to helping me write this story. lmao and songs that helped inspire some parts. Think of it as an unorganized soundtrack.Ā
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a/n: Hiii. He deserved better. I was rewatching and got mad all over again. The first time I saw his character arch I almost threw the whole show away lmfao but I canāt wait to continue the manga during summer! There wasnāt enough content so I decided to make some.Ā
SYNOPSIS:Ā Years of memories pouring out, Katsuki and Shouto confront their feelings for you in your very hospital room.
pairing(s): bakugou katsuki x fem!reader, todoroki shouto x fem!reader
genre: angst.
word count: 4.5k+
warnings: really self-indulgent fic, characters are aged-up, implied sexual content, mentions of drinking alcohol, jealousy,Ā reader identifies as female with she/her pronouns,Ā
authorās note: so i found this pretty old wip i wrote before i made my blog, and after reading it over, i decided hey why not publish it? so i finished it up, did some cleaning, and heres what we got. sorry if it seems kind of shaky, i did my best with what i initially had!
āBakugouā¦ what are you doing here?ā
Shouto enters the room with freshly bought peonies in his handsāone of the many dozen he had brought to this hospital alreadyāhis steps coming to a halt at the sight of the Explosion Hero near your hospital bed. Katsuki looks up and narrows his eyes, aggravated by the offenderās question.
āWhat? You got a fucking problem with me being here?ā He keeps his voice low, not wanting to disturb the entire hospital wing, knowingly admitting to how loud he could be. But that doesnāt suppress the bite in his tone.
āJust because youāre her fucking boyfriend doesnāt mean youāre the only one thatās allowed to worry about her,ā he nearly spits, and Shoutoās face mirrors Katsukiās own irked expression.
summary: they called you the queen of curses. itadori thinks you could rule the world if you wanted. or: you have two incredibly powerful men wrapped around your pretty little finger.
pairings: gojo satoru x f!reader, sukuna x f!reader
length: 2,929
warnings: none, tis but only light sm*t, just lotta feelings involved
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Thereās something wrong with Sukuna, Itadori thinks. Itās a strange image, and even harder to digest. The back of his neck prickles, uneasy. Heās never seen the King of Curses soāso docile. Noāthatās not entirely correct. Heās ā¦ appeased. Placated by your presence.
As promised! My 3k follower special follow up to In SIght! I hope you all enjoy! Part two to this!
Yandere! Gojo x Reader x Yandere! Sukuna
āNo way.āĀ
āStop laughing at me!ā You tried, waving your hands haphazardly. You knew this was part of the experience, venting anything to the white-haired sorcerer, but this was a bit much.Ā āIām in serious trouble!ā
āYeah,ā He pinked a fake tear away, leaning back laughing in his comfortable chair.Ā āOf being wine and dined by a curse no less.ā
āI think he has a bit of a darker appetite than that.ā You confessed, nervously rubbing your hands together now.Ā āI really donāt know what to do, can you be serious for three seconds?ā
Gojo Satoru held up his hands, oh so innocently.Ā āOf course! I wouldnāt dream of being immature about such a pressing matter. Now tell me,ā
You nodded, ready to answer his every question.Ā
āWhere did the bad curse touch you?ā He held up a piece of paper, crumpled up after having been in his pockets.Ā āYou can draw it on here if you prefer.ā
Cheeks feeling warm with anger, you switched tactics.Ā
Genre: angst :ā) (a lil bit of fluff thrown in here and there)
Warnings: mentions of blood, character death.Ā
WC: 7.8k. am i sorry? no.
Summary: Childhood friends doesnāt always equal lovers in the future. You wished that was the case, but ever since Keigo disappeared, you found it hard to believe in love again.Ā
(A/N): this was. i had to write this. it wasnāt up for debate. finishing this at 4am in the morning aldksjfhajshd. spent a grant total of 2 days brainstorming & writing this fic. not proofread at all. heavily inspired by the song å°å¹øčæ by Hebe Tien. i strongly suggest you give it a try and listen to it as you read this :p (for all my chinese speakers out thereā¦letās see how you deal with this heartbreak :ā) so yeah. iām actuallyā¦really really proud of this fic. i tried a new format with this, and i think i kinda like it. also i left the ending up to interpretation if you donāt read the epilogue. enjoy!Ā
Hi! Congrats on your almost one year milestone! For your garbagefest, could I request prompt #7 with Dabi? If possible, within the canon/hero-verse šš» thank you! š
Thank you my love!! I apparently canāt read, so I got just slightly canon-divergent but itās based in-universe and close to the current timeline. I hope you like it anyway!!
Up in Flames | Dabi/Reader
Prompt:Ā āNo, Iām not letting you go.ā
Word Count: 700 words
Tags/Warnings: slight canon divergence, threats
Notes: Another huge thank you to @bobawithpomegranate for beta-ing for me!!
It had been you whoād pieced together the picture before anyone else.
Which, as a profiler working for Endeavorās agency, only made sense.
Dabiās obsession with Endeavor was born of somethingāhis quirk matched only a few individuals in the governmentās database, and one of those people, though marked deceased, had a very direct connection to Endeavor himself.
When youād approached him, your supervisor had told you not to be stupid, but heād called a meeting with the Hero Public Safety Commission and Endeavor himself only hours later. Now the pro was safely stashed away, despite hours of furious protesting that you could hear even from your cubicle across the floor.
You, however, were afforded no such luxury. You hadnāt thought youād need it, considering you were an unknown quantity to the publicābut you should have known heād have sources within the agency.
You could tell something wasnāt right the second you unlocked your front door. The apartment was dark, still, nothing really to suggest the danger within. Nothing, except a prickling down the back of your spine, a feeling like you were being watched.
Youād had enough training to know that meant you should turn tail and run.Ā
A scarred hand caught the frame of your door before you could close it, however, and you stumbled back as the villain slipped out of the darkness, silent as a wraith.
āWhere is he,ā Dabi drawled, his voice slow and soft, exactly like heād sounded in the countless hours of footage youād reviewed.
Your mind raced, running through the layout of your floor, the possible escape routes available to you. If you went left, there was a set of emergency stairs, just outside the fourth window down.
āI wouldnāt think of running,ā Dabi said. āUnless you want the building to burn.ā
A soft flicker of blue flame lit up the palm of his left hand. You could feel the heat of it even from where you stood, licking hot over your skin.
Fuck. You absolutely loathed the three ex-frat bros whom you shared a wall with, but that didnāt mean you were going to condemn them to a fiery death.Ā
āI donāt know where he is,ā you said, trying to keep your tone even.
Those blue eyes watched you closely, hot and bright and exactly the same color as his flames. He was taller than youād expected, even more intimidating in person though he looked lankierāa lean, starved quality about him like a wild animal. His features were sharp, handsome, even under all that scarring.
But that didnāt bear thinking about when your life was being threatened.
āI doubt that,ā he said, āNow, step back into the apartment like a good little girl. Unless you did want this place to go up in flames.ā
He tipped his hand like he was going to dump the handful of fire onto the hallway floor.
You moved before you knew what you were doing, ducking under his arm back into the dark of your apartment, your heart in your throat. Up close to him, you caught the scent of something warm and dark, rich like cinnamon and smoke. It might have been pleasant under other circumstances.
Dabi pulled the door closed behind him, the only light in your apartment the flicker of flame in his hand.
āI told you I donāt know,ā you said again, stepping back as he moved closer. āI only made the connection, I wasnāt let in on where they took him.ā
āHow convenient,ā Dabi drawled. He tracked you closely as you stumbled back, moving with you until your back hit the wall.
āLet me go,ā you breathed.
The fire light caught the deep shadows of a smirk, and your breath went shallow.
āOh no, Iām not letting you go,ā he said, āYou and I have a lot to discuss, even if you donāt know Endeavorās whereabouts.ā
You made a noise of protest, casting about for some kind of weapon to use against him. But even as your fingers clutched at a lamp on the side table, his hand came down against the back of your head.
Ā You were burned alive along with your childhood house years ago. Shoto was forced to listen to your cries for help and screams of agony.Ā
So somebody tell him why-You were standing in front of him alive and with one of Japans most wanted criminalĀ āDabiā standing next to you with a shit eating grin and an arm wrapped around your waist.Ā
ā summary: back then; he was young, dumb and a little too prideful, taking your love for granted. now, years down the line he wonders if heāll ever stand a chance in getting you backĀ or the one in which katsuki bakugou grew up a little too late.
ā warning(s): please read !Ā heavy angst, no happy ending, mentions of toxic relationships, emotional distress, mentions of violence ( explosions, fight scenes, knives, blood ) and cursing all around.
ā authorās note(s): greetings everyone!! i hope youāre all doing well, todayās one-shot is a request from @killakatsukiāā, i know you wanted a happy ending but i got a little ahead of myself eee !! anyways thank you all for 400+ followers, i love you all :(
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ākatsuki bakugou if you leave me right now, pleaseā¦ please donāt come back.ā
bakugou had always hated that, he thought, casting his gaze elsewhere in the room. he always hated how you cried when you were angry, red hot tears stinging a pathway down the apples of your usually glowing cheeks.
he couldnāt quite place the reasoning as to why. maybe it was because you rarely ever found yourself angry or perhaps it was how pathetic you looked when your bottom lip wobbled and your harsh words were laced with watery sobs.
or maybe it was because he didnāt want to feel sorry for you, didnāt want to comfort you when he was too prideful to admit that you were right. āwhatever, donāt tell me what the fuck to do.ā he spits, eyes and voice full of a venom he barely ever uses against you. he watches with a scarlet gaze as you falter, as if a knife has dug deep into your heart and cut you all up but bakugou only scoffs and continues to pack his side kick costume into the duffle bag heās got on your shared bed.
Hewwo! I love your writing!! If i may ask what characters from MHA do you write for? And are requests open rn? If not thats totally fine uwu
Thanks for checking out my writing! Iām blown away by the number of ppl reading it š„ŗ I write for most characters in mha except for teachers and villains (excluding dabi). No mineta, of course. My favorites are todoroki, bakugo, and kirishima just because I know them a lot better than I do other characters. Right now my requests are closed because I already have some in my inbox, sorry! You can send me an ask if youād like, but i canāt guarantee Iāll get to it.
You can find all of my rules here. š hope this helps!
Hi? Do you do poly requests? Like tododeku x reader or poly bakusquad x reader?
Hmmm, as of right now I wonāt be writing poly requests. However, Iād be fine with writing love triangles or one shots with different love interests (where the reader has to choose one at the end) š
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