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TRUST ISSUES (HER)

★ pairings: nanami kento x f! reader

★ synopsis: In the search for solace, Nanami stumbles right into the arms of an exotic dancer. In the search for money, an exotic dancer finds more than she bargained for. In the heat of the moment, a contractual relationship turns into something more. (or; the one where sugar daddy!nanami is sweet on his girl)

★ c.w.: none (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HI! im not crazy about how this chapter turned out, ngl... BUT ITS A NECESSARY SEGWAY INTO THE NEXT CHAPTER. plz stay tuned and bear with me while I try to acclimate myself to this new writing style.

★ w.c.; 5.4k

my kinda love; chapter index

WHEN YOU CAME HOME, YOU made sure to shut the door quietly behind you. The apartment looked empty, dimly lit, but the faint sound of music playing from the end of the corridor told you otherwise. Your roommate had undoubtedly made it home before you.

Being a stripper was a blood-sucking job. It paid well – as well as a job could pay

Your fatigue was heavy on your shoulders. Still, the moment you heard Nicki Minaj playing – even at this hour – you had the strength to muster up a tired smile. You dropped your duffle bag right on the floor, setting your stiletto heels down with a similar clatter.

“I’m home!” You shouted.

The music paused. After a brief moment of silence, a door cracked open, and your bubbly, brown-haired roommate came walking towards you.

“Roomieeeee!” Nobara sang, arms wide open. Clearly, she wanted a hug – and though you weren’t entirely too interested in being hugged by a drunk person, you let her have it. She pulled away with a loud sigh, complimenting your performance from earlier, “You were so good tonight! You were on fire!”

You laughed quietly, sheepishly, letting her put the distance between the two of you. (She was a sappy drunk. You knew better than to push her away). “Thanks, Nobie.”

“Did you hear me?” She asked. She walked away from you, but only to rest her tailbone against the top of your shared couch. Her brown hair was clipped back into a… whatever those hairstyles with claw clips were called. “I was screaming for you, did you hear it?”

“A bit hard to hear you over the music, Nobie,” You sighed. Moving past the girl, you made out for the bathroom. You could still feel the fucking club grime all over you – there was nothing you wanted more than a warm shower in that moment. A nice, long bath to soothe your tired bones.

But, alas, you were a University student. A Psych major, at that. Your schedule didn’t allow such liberties. Especially not during midterms.

“Did your friend like the show?” You asked over your shoulders, walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on. The pitter-patter of the water against the tub sounded like rain to you – comforting, calming, familiar, just like the pink, tiled walls that the apartment had come with (that Nobara has insisted the two of you keep). “What’s his name, the birthday boy…”

“Yuuji?” She answered, poking her head through the bathroom door quickly before continuing down the hall to her room. Judging by the plush, navy blue robe she was donning, she was about to settle into bed.

Itadori Yuuji – pink-haired idiot with a charming smile and a sweet personality. You knew him well, though not on a name basis. You had seen him countless times during his visitations with Nobara, your beloved roommate. You weren’t entirely sure what it was that Nobara did, or what sort of school she went to, but you knew Itadori was some sort of classmate of hers. Apparently, she was bound by some sort of NDA, and was not at discretion to disclose any specifics.

You didn’t ask. Shit, you didn’t like talking about your night job. As such, you never felt the need to press her about what she did in her free time. You considered her to be your closest friend nevertheless.

You weren’t a very social person, though, so it’s not like she had much competition in that regard.

“Yeah. He have fun tonight?” You called back to her. Observing your tired reflection in the mirror, you undid your pigtails, finally letting your hair fall down out of its holders. Your scalp tingled in gratitude. With the slightest hiss, you massaged the top of your head with your fingers, long, manicured nails tangling in the knots of your hair. When you couldn’t get them free, you decided to cut your losses – this was clearly a matter you would have to settle in the shower.

Nobara’s response was slightly delayed, resonating from the other room down the hall. “He loved it! He wound up blacking out, though. Our teacher was egging him on, and he drank a lot more than he probably should have.”

“That white-haired guy, right?” You answered. Shedding the tee shirt and biker shorts you had changed into after your shift at the club right onto the floor, you stepped over the pile and slid the flimsy curtain open (It was a gag gift from one of Nobara’s friends – on its surface, it had a pixelated, compressed image of a werewolf staring earnestly up at the moon). “I think he’s a regular.”

You extended your leg into the tub. The moment the first droplet of water made contact with your foot, you fought the urge to groan. Those stilettos did a number on you. The warmth always did wonders for your sore muscles. You stepped fully into the shower. You would have to make this quick.

You let the water run through your hair, your scalp – wash the grime away and down the drain as it trickled down your body. Once your hair had been sufficiently soaked, you uncapped your favorite coconut milk shampoo and slathered it over the top of your head. You massaged the product into your scalp.

“Is he?” She asked. You didn’t doubt that the liquor had affected her thinking process, as sober Nobara would most likely have agreed with you. Apparently, the guy was a massive slut.

“I see him around a lot,” You called back. Thank god you had left the door open a crack, otherwise Nobara most likely would not have been able to hear you over the sound of you working the shampoo deep into your roots. You rinsed it down the drain a moment later. “He’s never sat through one of my shows, though. Usually comes for the girls who’ve been there longer.”

In hindsight, there had to have been boundaries set up at some point. That’s what ultimately led you and your best friend to where you were today – roommates who were so comfortable with one another that there was never a wrong time for a conversation.

You squirted some coconut milk conditioner into your palm, smoothing the stuff over your hair to your roots. “I see him with this guy sometimes. Real fine – talk, dark, handsome.”

Nobara took another moment to answer. Nicki Minaj’s music continued playing, though at a much lower volume than before.

“I wonder who that is!” She replied.

You wondered, too. Shit, you wouldn’t mind if he were a regular. The guy was devilishly handsome – a pale fellow with long, black hair that cascaded down over his shoulders. You had seen him around, but rarely up close. From what you had seen, however…

Again, you wouldn’t mind if he became one of your regulars.

The man you had seen tonight, though…

“Nobie, who’s that blond guy you came with tonight?” You asked her rather suddenly, brushing the conditioner through your hair. While you let it soak in, you pumped some body wash onto your pink loofah. You scrubbed until your entire body was coated in the pleasantly scented suds. Until you felt somewhat clean (even if you felt you could never truly scrub the shame and grime of being paid to twerk in front of an audience away).

You thought of a man in the crowd who you had seen tonight during your routine – while you were scanning the audience for someone clean-looking to touch for the next verse of the song. Someone who didn’t look like they could potentially be a carrier of the Human Papillomavirus.

That’s when you saw him. Handsome. Blonde. Well dressed. Chiseled features that contorted with interest while you cartwheeled around the stage. Not a hair on his person was out of place. He looked like he smelled expensive. He looked expensive.

You recalled the way his eyes flitted over your arched form when you bent into the audience to gently caress the side of his face. His skin was soft – so soft, without even the slightest hint of stubble on his face. His dark brown eyes were like fire to your icy resolve. You almost wished it had been his birthday instead.

Shit, that’s a man you wouldn’t mind giving a lapdance.

“Who?” Nobara asked, snapping you out of your daydream (Night dream?). She sounded closer this time, like she was right there in the bathroom with you. You didn’t doubt that she was. “Nanami-sensei?”

You worked a decent sized amount of castile soap between your palms until it frothed up, then used the soap to clean your intimate areas.

“That the one teacher who you claim never smiles?” You grinned. “Dressed all prim and proper at a strip club?”

“That would be him,” She answered, just beyond the curtain. “He looked like he was feelin’ you, though. That’s saying something.”

“Shit, I’m trying to feel him too,” You joked back. Partially. That man was fine as aged wine. You would venture to say he was a DILF. “He married?”

Nobara hummed. You knew she was most likely shrugging. “Dunno,” She answered. “I don’t really know anything about him, actually. ‘Cept the fact that he’s, like, 30.”

You washed the soap off of your body. “I’d still let him hit.”

“You need a fucking therapist,” Nobara replied. “For a psychologist, you sure do–”

“Not yet,” You laughed. “Psych major.”

“Same shit,” Came her retort. “He’s 9 years older than you.”

You rinsed the conditioner out of your hair. When your half-assed shower routine was finished, you turned the water off, reaching for the pink towel you kept on the side of the wall. When you retrieved it, you dried your body off and tied your hair up into a turban.

“Calm down, I’m not crossing paths with him any time soon,” You sighed. Sticking your hand out of the side of the shower, you made a grabby gesture. “Pass me my robe.”

There was a faint rustling sound on the other side of the curtain, and then Nobara’s arm was reaching into the shower and handing you your pink, waffle-textured robe. You murmured a quick thanks before slipping into it and tying the strap around your waist.

When you stepped out of the shower, Nobara was right back at the sink, bent over ever so slightly while she tapped skin care products onto her face. She was using one of her new Korean skincare creams you had been dying to try.

So, naturally, you swiped some onto your finger and smoothed it into your face. Immediately, you felt the product seep deep into your pores, leaving your skin feeling refreshed and replenished.

Nobara didn’t even look twice at you. You loved the peculiar bond you shared with her.

“Enough about my taste in men though,” You sighed. Reaching into the sink cabinet, you produced your own set of serums – deciding that you would do the full 7-step routine tomorrow and stick to the basics for now.

Basics, of course, meaning the caffeine gel you put under your eyes to conceal the clear indicators of your terrible sleep schedule.

You continued, “I’m gonna do some homework on the couch.”

Then, as quickly as you had clocked out of your shift at the strip club, you clocked into your study shift. You left the bathroom, searching the living room for your laptop. It was, of course, right where you had left it – on the couch, where you had your last study session.

You flopped onto the coach. The moment your body sank into its warm, plush embrace, you stuffed your face into the cushion and groaned. You had been on your feet almost consistently for the past four days. It felt so fucking good to finally relax.

Well, kinda.

Rolling onto your side, you propped the laptop open. Your fingers ghosted over the touchpad while the screen booted up, then over the keys as you typed the word “Canvas”.

The familiar tiles appeared on your screen once more, each one bearing a letter grade no higher than a C.

It wasn’t easy, making ends meet. You had been on your own ever since you were eighteen. Your mother wasn’t the worst , but she wasn’t exactly the best, either. You all but made a run for it the moment you were able to leave home behind. You enrolled in a University, even though your highschool GPA had been less than desirable. Still, to your surprise, you got in. Completely alone hours away from your hometown, you struggled to adjust to the terrain.

You couldn’t afford housing, even with all of the grants and scholarships you had received, so you put up a posting on Facebook about needing a roommate. Surely enough, Nobara had reached out a few days later with an offer of one empty bedroom for you.

The two of you had been together ever since. The perpetually stressed Psych student and her bubbly, trade school roommate. She pulled in a great deal of revenue (somehow), and you did your best to pull your own weight, leaving your job as a waitress to strip for a living.

What? It worked well within your schedule, and it paid really well.

The couch dipped with a sudden presence. Nobara folded her legs up, reaching for the remote and putting Netflix on. “Wanna watch something sappy or something funny?”

You hummed quietly, clicking on your To-Do list. Five essays glared back at you. You sighed. “Something funny.”

Gotta love University, right?

You watched the scented glitter spray melt into your skin. You felt a little sore, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t already used to. As long as you could get up on that stage in five minutes and put on a sparkling, shimmering show, then you would be able to rake in enough tip money to inch one step closer to quitting this shit hole.

You sprayed a little extra over your breasts, just for good measure. Your outfit today consisted of a lacy black bikini set, one with an equally lacy corset belt. The garters around your thighs were tight – they had to be – biting into your skin with a dull sting.

Eyes flitting up to your reflection, you froze. You could hardly recognize who you were some days. Your eye bags were covered, concealed by a good old, trusty foundation. They looked more lively, in fact – rimmed with black eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow. Your lips were painted a deep shade of burgundy.

Admittedly, you looked sexy as hell.

You smoothed your hands over your attire for the evening. It flattered your waist, that was for sure.

Your favorite coworker, Suzie, was flipping through a glossy magazine at the makeup desk right next to yours. Her hair was done up into a messy bun, a few hairs cascading down the back of her neck and over her plush breasts. She glanced into your mirror out of the corner of her eye.

"How’s finals goin’ for ‘ya?" She inquired, sucking her teeth and then turning the page. “Have any exams yet?”

"They’re goin’, I s’pose," You answered dejectedly. You were struggling to make ends meet, truth be told – both academically and financially. "My exams don’t really start for another two or three weeks, but the studying don’t ever stop. You know how it is."

You noticed the way her brow quirked, though the woman made no effort to tear her eyes away from the page. She was pretty – effortlessly pretty. It almost made you jealous.

"I wish I could say I do," She remarked. “Missed my chance on that one.”

“Don’t say that, Suzie,” you tutted quietly, tapping the concealer beneath your eyes to make sure that it was in place. When you completed that task, you turned to her, saying, “It’s never too late to go to school. The county college offers plenty of scholarships and has rolling admission.”

“Maybe some day,” She replied. Her eyes finally lifted from the page. “You look cute tonight.”

You dabbed your finger into the black eyeshadow pan, applying the deep shade to the outer corners of your eyes. You used your acrylic nail to shape it into a subtle, smokey point.

"Need these tips to come in clutch,” You replied, clicking the palette shut. “Hopefully I find me a sugar daddy, who knows?”

Your attention turned to your phone, which was now buzzing haphazardly on the edge of your desk. You recognized the name on the screen – and you didn’t like it. With a sigh, you answered the phone.

“What do you want?” You asked.

The line was quiet for a moment, then filled with the words, “I miss you.”

“I told you to stop calling my line,” You said.

He – Darren – chuckled. “You know you don’t really want that, baby.”

“Not your baby,” You interjected. Keeping the phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder, you touched up your lipstick. “And don’t tell me what I want.”

“I don’t get to tell you the truth?”

“No, you don’t,” was your clipped response. “You lost that privilege when you stepped out on me, dick.”

“I told you she ain’t mean anything to me, baby, honest,” He added. “I’m not askin’ for forgiveness, though. I just wanna talk.”

“About what?” You snapped back. “I’m working.”

“About you getting your shit,” He said. “You left your makeup brushes at my house. Wanna come pick them up?”

You knew it was a bad idea. You knew it was a terrible, horrible idea to go back there. You had half a mind, in fact, to let him keep the damn brushes. You knew one thing would lead to another, and then it wouldn’t be long before you were being led right back to his bedroom.

Still, you really wanted those brushes.

“Alright, I can come after my shift,” You sighed, biting your bottom lip. “But no funny biz this time. I’m getting my shit and then I’m goin’ right home.”

“Yeah, sure,” He laughed. Like he knew. “You know nobody else give it to you like I can. That’s why you keep coming around.”

You hung up on him.

"’That Darren?" Your friend asked somewhere off to the side.

You smoothed your hands over the semi-slick back ponytail you’d done. “Yeah. He wants me to come over to pick up my brushes.”

You could hear her turning the page slowly. "No idea why you’re even entertaining him anymore."

"That makes two of us," You grinned. “He’s good for two things.”

“The dick can’t be that good, I promise you," She continued. She tapped the corner of her red lips, fixing the lipstick that had begun to migrate. "They’re very replaceable. Hell, I got mine for twenty dollars off the clearance bin at Spencer’s."

"Dildos can’t dirty talk the way he can," You said.

"Damn straight. They whine a whole lot less, though," The older girl sighed. "Last a hell of a lot longer than ten minutes, too.”

You stood atop your unsteady, bruised feet – platform stilettos adding an extra nine inches to your regular height. “I'm next, girl. I gotta bounce.”

“Sandra’s on right now, ain’t she?” She asked.

“I’m working V.I.P. tonight,” You said rather matter-of-factly. “Wish me luck.”

Then, smoothing your hands over your outfit, you began walking towards the door at the back of the room.

“Give them hell, kid,” She called after you.

Give them hell, you reminded yourself, pausing just before grabbing the doorknob. You pushed the cold black door open. Alright, you sighed to yourself. Give them hell.

The doorway opened into a room with pink velour walls, where tired dancers slouched together on cherry red couches. Some of them were smoking, others were gossiping in groups. One of them had passed out at the far end of the room. You knew that the private rooms were

You proceeded down the dim-lit corridor. When you arrived in front of the elevator, you pressed the upward-pointing arrow. The reflective black doors slid open. A few more giggling dancers moved past you.

Working V.I.P. was your favorite. The men tipped well, and (save for the uncomfortable conversations and elaborate cocktails) you preferred the more intimate environment. You weren’t too happy about being a stripper. Still, all things considered, the joint was pretty nice. You didn’t hate working there.

When you were alone in the elevator, you quietly selected button three. You could feel yourself being pulled up the elevator shaft, and as you approached the third floor the bass of the music began to resonate through its walls. The doors opened one final time.

This never gets any easier, does it? You thought. You were in some strange sort of backstage area: small in size, but with a curtain at the end of the room.

Two dancers entered the room through the curtain door. They wore the same outfit in different colors. One of them grabbed her wig and promptly tossed it off to the side. She collapsed onto the couch.

“All yours,” She panted. “They just ordered drinks and apps.”

You cleared your throat rather nervously as the girl walked past, “Thanks.”

Don’t forget your choreo , you reminded yourself. You took a brief moment to scan your own appearance. The bralette you were wearing accentuated the subtle curves of your body. You had dusted your skin with glitter before coming.

You walked towards the exit -- or entrance depending on which way you were facing -- and gripped the fabric of the curtain in your shaking hand. With a small breath and then an exaggerated sigh, you pulled it back and walked out onto the stage. There was a provocative song blaring from the speakers. The raised area you were in dangled over the club, colors and flashing lights escaping into the lounge from above.

In the front, the VIP lounge spanned about twenty yards in either direction. There was a long velour couch in the middle of the room facing the stage, where a few different booths full of men sat. They were being flocked by female dancers, all of which were entertaining the men in conversation.

You were elevated on a stage in front of them. There was a song playing, one you recognized all too well.

You licked your lips, glancing up at the pole. When you wrapped your hand around it and began to walk around -- much to your surprise -- you heard a couple of hoots and whistles.

‘All she cares about is money in the city where she’s from’’

No one’s watching. No one is looking at me. You tried desperately to ignore their call, focusing instead on trying to lose yourself in the music.

‘Her intention is the paper,

She don’t need no fuckin’ love’’.

As you made your final round, however, you quickly realized how wrong you had been. Six pairs of eyes were staring back at you.

Your gaze raked over the audience. Your ankle hooked around the pole, and you brought yourself around until you sank to your knees. Dance like no one’s watching.

‘She’s spillin all this liquor,

Tryna pass me all these cups,

Well baby girl, I’m zonin’,’’

Your eyes settled on the booth closest to the stage, where you recognized one of the club’s regulars. His hair – pearly white, caught the ambient lighting in a way that was hard to miss.

Nobara’s teacher, you noted. Why is he here?

‘Somebody should have told her,’

You glanced over at the man he was sitting with. Narrow eyes obscured by peculiar glasses, chiseled cheekbones and jawline. His blond hair – framing his apricot skin – was done up carefully, perfectly, sweeping over his head like a ray of sunlight. You recognized him by his signature scowl.

“Who?” Nobara asked. “Nanami-sensei?”

Nanami. So that was his name.

He came back for more?

You supposed it fit him – a man who looked so serious. He looked as expensive as he always did; his button-down shirt looked like it was tailored specifically to fit the broad slopes of his shoulders. A wristwatch on his large forearm caught your eye.

His legs were spread open so casually, exuding this air of casual dominance that had you double-taking. His sharp eyes tailed your every move; intense, unwavering, aware. The end of a cigarette burned bright orange between his long, slender fingers.

‘ I popped one. Fuck it, I popped one.’

Statuesque features were illuminated by the light beneath you, colors dancing across the man’s face. When he saw you looking back, his brow quirked.

‘Oh, girl, I’m on one.’’

Something fiery bubbled in your gut. Mister Nanami, you noted. He’s looking at me. You felt yourself begin to fluster under his heavy gaze. He was staring, alright, and he looked like he wanted to eat you up.

‘Fuck it, I popped one, I popped one,

Girl I’m lying, I’m on a few,

Don’t you worry, this ain’t new.’

He seemed to have his eyes set on you and you alone, never mind the woman who was whispering sweet nothings into his ear, perched on the couch behind him.

‘Can we take this to your spot?

I’m on eviction number two,

Cause I popped one,’

You brought yourself down from the pole, gently touching a heel to the ground. You spread your legs apart, sticking your ass out away from the pole and then dragging your hand down its slippery metal surface. You arched your back as high as you could, feeling your way down the pole and leaving your entire backside exposed to the men.

You then made your way back up the pole, swinging yourself around and then rolling your hips against it. You told yourself to forget about him, forget about his handsome face and his heavy gaze. Yet, still, you found yourself glancing back to make sure you still had his attention.

‘Oh, fuck it, I popped one,

Oh yeah’

And you did. Nanami’s eyes glinted with something that made heat shoot down your core. He was looking at you as if you were the only one in the room, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t awaken something deep within you.

He put his cigarette up to his lips, taking a hit of it and then breathing the smoke into the air of the lounge.

‘Trust issues,

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah…’

I’d so, totally let him hit. Stop that. What would Nobara think?

You would not allow yourself to be so easily swayed by his looks.

‘Do you know what’s going on over here?’

I’m going in for the kill. You thought.

‘Have you even bothered to look?

Well, if you know, then let me know,

And we don’t gotta be runnin’ in these circles.’

Getting perhaps a little too bold, you let yourself down from the pole and descended the steps in front of the stage. He followed your movements with unwavering intensity, still like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike its prey.

Yeah , you swallowed, sliding your hands over your breasts, dipping teasingly beneath the cups and feeling your breath catch in your throat. Still got him.

‘In these circles

No more,’

You sauntered over to the man, dropping to your knees and crawling towards him. You could see the deep color of his eyes – though, very faintly – from here. Muddy brown hues seemed to glow under the blue lights as he watched you with avid interest. You took hold of both of his knees before promptly spreading his legs and sliding up to a standing position once more.

Fuck. You could smell his cologne – expensive, woody, spicy, intoxicating.

‘Trust issues. Trust issues,’

His eyes bore holes into your soul. You caught a glimpse of his tongue as it shot out to lick his lips.

‘Trust issues, Oh-woah, oh-woah.’

You felt eyes on you. Many sets of eyes. The only pair that mattered right then was his.

‘Trust issues, Ooh.

Trust issues.’

You slid your hands over the slope of your waist, swinging your hips around to the beat of the music. You hooked one leg over one of his and then dropped yourself into his lap. You could hear the way his breath hitched at the action, eyes widening behind round lenses.

Slowly, assuredly, he took a hit of his cigarette.

He turned his head to the side; the sharp contours of his jaw caught your eye. His pink lips parted to release a mouthful of white smoke, a quiet breath that dissolved into a deep chuckle.

He seemed a bit tense, a bit confused. When he spoke, the bass of his voice caught you wholly off guard. “Hello there. ”

And, shit, you really had to remind yourself in that moment that this was a man who had quite a few years on you. He was a grown man and a teacher and… arguably the most attractive man in the establishment.

‘Oh yeah, Trust issues,

No more, trust issues.’’

You wrapped your arms around his neck, playfully dragging your ass across his lap. A pair of strong hands reached down to grab your hips. Shit, his hands were warm.

“ Nanami , I think she likes you,” The white haired Gojo-sensei, Nobara’s teacher, whistled, effectively failing at peeling the leader’s eyes away from your half naked form. “Pretty, ain’t she?”

Nanami eyed you up curiously.

“ Mhm ,” He answered. His tone was certain. His eyes betrayed him – nervously flitting over your body. A pink hue dusted his cheeks.

Do I fluster him?

Your knees nearly turned to jelly at the sound of his voice. You told yourself it was the anxiety that had gotten to you and not the fact that you hadn’t been so close to a man – a real man, a grown man – in your entire life.

“You’re a bold one,” He mumbled, strong fingers tensing into your skin as a reminder. “Aren’t you?”

You leaned down, letting your tongue trace the tendons on his neck and stopping right when you reached the corner of his jaw. Your hands were braced on the couch behind him. A little further up, and then—

His friend – Gojo sensei – called for you. “Hey, gorgeous.”

You pulled away, then turned to him with a friendly smile (Only slightly disappointed that he had diverted your attention from Nanami. Slightly . Definitely). “Yeah?”

“You think we could order another round of drinks?” He answered, blue eyes creasing at the corners while he grinned.

You returned to their table with the tray of drinks in hand, heart pounding in your chest like it was ready to burst through. Immediately, you felt eyes on you. One pair in particular more so than the rest.

“Two glass-and-a-halfs of Merlot,” You announced, setting two large glasses of burgundy liquid onto the tabletop.

It was as if that man – Nanami’s eyes were undressing you, sending a shiver down your spine. You found it suddenly difficult to concentrate on the task.

“Don Julio, house Beer,” You set the two drinks down, followed by the last one. “Seltzer.”

The men reached for their respective beverages. His gaze lingered over your hand – you felt your mind be consumed by the attention you were receiving from such a powerful man.

He’s looking again.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” You asked. It was a standard question, of course. Nothing that wasn’t a part of the script that you were desperately holding onto tonight.

“I apologize for staring at you, doll, I’m just trying to give you a compliment you ain’t already heard before,” The white-haired one hums, voice sending an electric current down your entire body. He was smoking a cigarette, just as his cohort had done earlier. His drop-dead gorgeous, rich-looking, delicious… handsome… cohort.

Focus. Focus on working, not on him.

“Thank you, sir,” You somehow managed to find the strength to reply, though it came out slightly breathless. After placing his Shrimp Cocktail in front of him, you lowered your head, avoiding his coworker’s heavy gaze with a red face.

As if he had sensed your discomfort – as if he had sensed you were thinking about him – The expensive-looking, blond coworker in question interjected. His sharp eyes were trained on the face of his wristwatch, . “Quit it, Gojo. You’re making her nervous.”

You were nervous, though it had nothing to do with Gojo’s antics.

Nanami now had his gaze fixated on the notepad clutched tightly in your palm.

Gojo leaned back, taking a drag from his cigarette, breathing the smoke out in your direction. The sour scent swirled around you, making your head spin as your senses faltered.

“Sorry, I’m just messin’ with ‘er,” He laughed. “No need to fret, Nanamin. I’m not into younger girls.”

You took a deep breath, mustering every ounce of strength to steady yourself.

Go with it.

“It’s alright,” You answered. “Will that be all?”

“I’ll–”

“Yes, that will be all,” Nanami cut in before Gojo could spit it out. His face remained stoic, seemingly unphased by the white-haired man’s outburst. “Thank you.”

He’s nice to workers.

You struggle to meet his gaze directly, acutely aware of the allure his face seemed to have – the grasp it had on you.

You bowed in front of him– in front of them . “Excuse me.”

a/n: I did not like this. the next one will be sm better I swear. ANYWAY YALL KNOW THE DRILL. comment comment comment! let me know what you think about the story! I love chatting w you guys :)

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nightghoul381 · 9 months

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*KICKS DOWN THE DOOR TO YOUR ASK BOX*

HI ITS ME IM THE PROBLEM ITS ME

okay okay okay so SO SO FLUFFY SILVIO IDEAS i have a lot it was very hard to select one so i kinda combined a few ideas into a general THIS KINDA THING

UHM BUT BUT

how about something suuuuper soft with some dancing and cuddles and and and just something so sweet and fluffy like a big ball of candy floss... maybe mc gets a lil drunk so she's freer with her feelings and gets VERY SOFT AND SAPPY ON HIM

ahhhhhhhh (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

ahh i feel like a hyper lil puppy GJOEGOHREGHJO heehehehheehheheeheheheh

Here you go love! Fluffy Silvio just for you 😊😊😊 I hope you like it!!

Silvio POV x Reader Fluff WC~ 1k

Ahh, damn it. I knew I shoulda been keeping a closer eye on you. I swear I leave you alone for one second and you’re so drunk I can hear your laugh from across the room.

Sweeping my gaze through the crowd, I finally see you, surrounded by some of the noblewomen you’ve befriended since coming with me to Benitoite. Your cheeks are so pink and the smile on your face so genuinely happy I have to fight back the jealousy that starts clawing its way out.

You turn your face and meet my eyes and somehow your expression seems to light up even more. I don’t even try to hide the satisfied smirk that comes to my face, knowing I make you so much happier than anyone else feels amazing.

We meet up in the middle of the room and you’re nearly bouncing with excitement.

“My wonderful Prince, love of my life, guardian of my heart!” You exclaim, grabbing my hand and holding it to your heart.

I jerk my hand away, blushing furiously. As I struggle to calm myself I feel you clutching my arm and pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“Ack! don’t do that. You’re gonna get lipstick all over my clothes.” I grumble. I’m not really that upset and you’re completely unbothered as you start twirling around, dress flaring from your hips.

“Can we dance? Please?” You plead, looking up at me with those damned gorgeous eyes. I can’t say no to you under normal circumstances, but when you’re like this I just want to keep that child-like joy on your face. You’re too fuckin’ cute for your own good.

“Yeah, we can dance.”

I barely have a chance to react as you throw yourself into my arms, giggling happily. You reach up tugging my shoulders down and press a kiss to my lips.

Ah, shit… Everyone can see us! I try to pull back gently but your grip is ridiculous tonight and you keep working your lips against mine, letting you tongue dart out here and there, knowing how flustered it makes me. My face is getting hot, really hot, I gotta put a stop to this. I end up grabbing your wrists, freeing myself from the onslaught and pulling you behind me.

I ain’t riskin’ you pulling that kind of stunt again. I march us right back to my room and don’t release you until the door is closed behind me.

Turning to face you, my heart drops. You’re sat on the floor, looking so dejected and upset and… damn it.

“Why’re you so sad looking? You’re the one who attacked me in front of all those people.” I huff, trying to figure out why you’d be reacting this way.

“But you said we could dance.”

Your voice is quiet, but I can still tell you were letting yourself get choked up over the disappointment.

Letting out a sigh, I drop to my knees beside you. You start to turn toward me but end up hitting me in the face with your hair as you whip your head the other way. You’re mad now, great…

“Can you at least look at me when I’m tryin’ to make ya feel better?” I mumble, reaching out, gently cupping your cheek with my hand and putting just enough pressure to get you to finally look my way.

I nearly burst out laughing as I catch sight of your grumpy expression, but I just barely manage to keep it in. You’d be so mad if I started laughing, but you’re so goddamn adorable I can’t stop the smile that springs to my lips.

“That’s better. I wanted to tell ya that just because we ain’t at the party anymore doesn’t mean we can’t still dance. If we go out on the balcony, you can still hear the music and everything.” I offer, but you still don’t seem entirely convinced so I add, “This way I don’t have to stop ya kissin’ or touchin’ me or whatever…”

Then I see your face morph into a victorious smirk.

“Haha, I’ve got permission now!” You cheer, jumping up and throwing your arms around me.

“Gahh! You little shit! Were you playin’ me this whole time?!”

“Like a fiddle,” you snicker into my ear, peppering my face with kisses.

You wanna play that game? Count me in. I sweep my arm under your legs, rising to my feet and carrying you out onto the balcony.

“I meant you don’t have to stop while we’re dancing. So, you only have permission while we’re dancin’, got it?” I state, setting you down and fixing you with a challenging stare.

The playful look on your face remains as you once again launch yourself at me, locking your arms around my neck.

“Dance with me, Silvio.”

I place my hands on your waist, yours on my arms. In no time we’re swaying in time to the distant music, my forehead pressed against yours. Everything seems to fall away as you rise to your toes and press the sweetest kiss to my lips.

Your eyes are filled with so much love as you pull back it’s almost dizzying. Never before has anyone shown me even a fraction of the love you’ve given me, and you just keep showing me more.

“I love you so much, Silvio. You make me feel so special, so important. I see you and my day becomes so much better just having you there. I can’t believe how incredibly lucky I am that you love me. You mean the world to me.

Affection swells in my chest to the point it almost hurts. When did you end up getting me this wrapped around your finger? I pull you close, burying my face in your hair, breathing in your comforting scent. Honestly, I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier in my life. I feel your arms come around my back, hugging me, and I feel like my heart may explode.

“You’re my world.”

The whisper leaves my lips involuntarily, surprising me almost as much as it surprises you. You lift your head to look up at me, eyes brimming with tears.

My eyes widen and I look away, willing my face to remain free of the heat that I know is dusting my cheeks.

Without a word, you press yourself against my chest, hugging me even tighter.

“You’re my world too.”

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince fanfiction #silvio ricci #ikepri silvio #ikemen prince silvio #silvio x reader #ikemen silvio

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mooodyblue · 11 months

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i feel like i say this either too much or not enough but

i rly can't thank y'all enough for always sending me lil asks or leaving comments under my posts (even if i'm dogshit at replying) like i really do appreciate all the love i always get and it truly means so much to me :( this site has literally saved my life countless times, i keep telling myself i can't do anything stupid cause i have so much i want to write and it's like. it's kinda sad but i just !!! im almost at 900 followers and im feeling a lil sappy abt it !!!

writing helps me deal w so much shit i have going on here at home 24/7 and everything is just Bad and awful and i hate it but i'm happy to have this little outlet that's become my safe space so quickly .... idk.

had a rly shitty conversation that kinda triggered me a lil and then i remembered at least i have my writing ,, got in my feelings tonight😥

#i am just #empty empty empty #eventually u run out of things to say when describing how ur feeling #and i hit 300 days clean a couple days ago and im trying to not think about things #i would nawt wish my life on anyone else

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astronnova · 1 year

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hello hand over your entire LMK fanfic collection ALLL of your faovirtes or the pspsps boogeyman will be at your door tonight

oh noo dearest boogeyman please do not come to my door tonight where i am alone and defenseless [ GUNSHOT ]

a lot of this is angst fics because. idk im a fucked up little man i guess. all ratings go up to M

he who conquers shadows black by theweepingmortician - i uh. um. macaque's death. yep. cough. m

sympathy, compassion, and other irrelevant gestures by payasita - good character study type thing of wukong and his many many traumas lol. the difference between saying "im okay" and then actually being okay

if i can't help myself by crimson_owl - this one is like a knife in the abdomen and then the attacker twists it. good angst read my friend showed me this one. (slight warning: wukong does have an implied death at the end)

bury a friend (i want to end me) by drawing_a_blank - 2/4 chapters written at the time of posting. good wukong angst fic that explores his specific trauma of having to kill all his friends because of a higher power demanding it of him

the moon, the sun, and the black powder fuse by chippersmol & payasita - mac centric fic. again, feels more like a character study and it does go hard. mac hates loud noises, wukong loves fireworks. u can see where it's going. it's explicitly stated to be shadowpeach in the tags BUT i think you can kinda see it platonically if you'd like?

monkey king's guide to physical contact by leonardo_charles_bluewood_21 - touch starved AND touch averse wukong. joy! it's got sappy found family stuff in there which is up my alley, but there's your warning if you aren't a fan of a nice big group hug.

for better or for worse by lotus monkey & squidkid15 - okay. i'll be honest with ya chief i haven't sat down and read this monster yet 37k words and it's still updating every thursday. less traditional fanfic, it's more of an archive of an rp that the two authors did! it's based on an au the two made, the core au, and from What I Have Seen it's pretty good. i just haven't had the time to sit down and tackle this beast of a fanfic yet so goodluck to you if you're gonna read it. i bet it's real good

in for a penny, in for a pound by peaceofart - shadowpeach au fanfic! 7/? chapters done as of writing. premise is mac is a thief that's snuck into the main castle and wukong's an overpowered prince basically trapped inside. mac acts as a guard to get a better look inside the palace and wukong grows attached to him ;3 this fic is my guilty pleasure i kick my feet and giggle when it updates

#GIVE ME LMK FIC RECS TOO!!!!!!!! AHND THEM OVER!!!!!!!!!!#🐒 critical watches the kid monkie show #critical . txt #✉ mailbox #i want it to be known my tastes are very specific. aka if ppl babygirl macaque i do not want it #pathetic wet cat man should be treated like a pathetic wet cat not like a hot guy i stand by this.

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billdenbrough · 5 years

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i have had this blog for a little over 3wks and i have over 700 followers which is. more than i have on any other blog lmao. which either says my hyperfixation has gotten out of hand if it actually makes me competent / present on tumblr (objectively true) or the rest of y’all are down here in the pit with me fdshjgaghjs (can neither confirm nor deny)

#i like cannot stress enough how i've never had more than a few hundred followers on a blog before and how little i usually care abt tumblr #and i still think followers r arbitrary but im like. overwhelmed. & also it feels like validation which. hits me p hard this depressive ep!#like im just deeply touched that ppl think this is / i am worth following #also this is the kind of bolster i need today actually bc ive got. a meeting tonight that is... inevitably going to trigger traumatic memory #LIKE IT SOUNDS RIDICULOUS but knowing that a bunch of y'all care abt me (even just in terms of what i rb abt the clown story) is gonna give #me something to hold onto tonight and that's just. something im really fucking grateful for #anyway not to be a sappy bitch on main but i love u guys #as per usual im getting into it in the tags and theyre now longer than the post itself but! gotta maintain my cool calm collected facade #until u hit the tags fdsjkajgjka #also i rly wanted to reply to my ims today but this meeting tonight has been playing on my mind a Lot and its just been rly tough #but i promise i absolutely am going to reply im just. kinda very anxious right now ahaha #pls feel free 2 reply 2 this lmao the best part of tumblr is i feel like even if im screaming into a void... nobody leaves me there alone #beep beep jane #me forgetting to add that tag disqualifies me from the percentage of human beings who possess brain cells #x

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asianjeremyheere · 5 years

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feeling very michael mell today folks.....

#gonna ramble in the tags which means im gonna delete this later but uhhh.#and by that i mean its being in love w my best friend(s) time.... feeling soft and kinda sappy and tonight was a pretty good night #and im just super grateful for them rn #and this isnt like. a revelation or anything ive known abt it for ages! but sometimes i get that moment of. like. OH. thats why i love you.#anyway im super glad that theyre both in my life and i dont even know for sure if its just me loving them a LOT platonically #or if its in a romantic sense but either way. its cool im fine w it and ive just accepted it and its kind of nice im not angsting over it #which is a nice change.

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mapleshmaple · 5 years

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hi its two am/a little bit past it btu im fuckin. love sans n papyrus a lot

#ghgjksd like its!! im tearing up about it and lsiten im gonna be the first of a good chunk to admit/call myself a big fukcin sap bc its true #like!!!!! i jsut. wanna. hug mal/plum so fukcing bad and one of those?? fierce hugs?? but firm- loving even- tryna make him physically #FEEL how much i love him- which is a lot!!! and so much so!! like hide my face in his chest and thank him for sticking around #and for staying with me and loving me and tell him how?? proud i am of him???? and how much i love him and im #hgjkgsmdg im tearing up just thinkin about it but i love him so goddamn much and i feel like he might love me too??#like?? as wild as that sounds- cuz its something i have a hard time iwht nshit and its just this!!#wild concept; that im lovable by some stretch of the imagination and that how im feeling might be reciprocated somehow???#i jsut wnana kiss him so fucking soundly and hug him so much and hold him so fuckin close and tell n show him how much he means to me #every day and try to fix my sleeping habits so that i can wake up before him once in awhile and wake him up with kisses #cuz its what he deserves and!!! i wanna!! learn how to make shit he likes so i can pack him a lunch and write love notes to him every day #or maybe not every day but every other day works too and just!! un-touch starve each other??#like i hold him and he holds me and ive got my arms wrapped under his and holding onto his shoulders #while hes got his hands on my hips and tracing patterns on them/the small of my back??#and i get to nuzzle my face into his chest and into the crook of his neck and just... sit like that. just /be/ there together #with him in that moment and not give a shit or worry about what we have to do later or anything and just #be with eeach other?? in that moment??? and enjoy each others company and murmur soft 'i love you's to each other #i dunno im kinda new to the whole happy crying/tearing up bit and its? funny- but like interesting funny that its mal that brought that on #like hes jsut been through so much and if i can offer/give him even some semblance of peace/ease then thats more than enough for me #as with papy?? ht papyrus??? and slate and all of them really im jsut in a lovey dovey sappy bastard mood tonight hgjskdgmsd

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atlabeth · 3 years

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hold onto me (im a little unsteady) - sokka x reader

i was listening to the song when i came up w this so feel free to listen to that if you want

summary: a late night with sokka reminds you that even on the worst days, you always have someone in your corner.

a/n: lmao this is 100% self indulgent i have no excuses. my parents are getting divorced and almost every time they're together they argue and so this is just a comfort fic after it happened again tonight bc GD i wish i had a sokka. this one goes out to all my divorce babies or people with parents that never stop arguing. you are very loved<3

wc: 1.7k, this got away from me lol

warning(s): mentions of parents arguing n shit, like the tiniest mentions of implying sex and problems with consent (in general, not with them), but this is all fluff

hey. i know you’re probably asleep right now but could you come over?

It was far too late at night when you sent the text. A question asked on a whim, an offer that would most likely go ignored due to the boy on the other end being asleep.

But goddammit, you really didn’t care. Even if he didn’t respond, just hitting ‘send’ made you feel slightly better. You had already taken refuge in one of the sweatshirts he had left at your house (read: one that you had stolen and refused to give back) and as your eyes fell on the glow of the digital clock on your bedside table, you were once again reminded of how stupid this was.

But you heard the telltale buzz of a notification and all but lunged for your phone, an uncontrollable smile tugging on your lips. You didn’t know why you ever doubted him.

sokka💙: you know i never sleep babe

sokka💙: a curse of my genius

sokka💙: im omw

you’re the best thank you love<3

A pair of fuzzy socks and a refilled water bottle later, you heard the sound of something hitting your window. Though you tensed up at first, a roll of your eyes was all it took before you remembered just who you had invited over. Another smile took over as you pushed yourself off of your bed, pushing the curtains aside in time to see another pebble hit the pane.

A physical effort took place to stifle the laugh as you pushed your window up, and you leaned against the sill on your elbows to get a better look at your ridiculous boyfriend.

“Throwing rocks at my window? I think I’m stuck in a bad romcom.”

He grinned and let the remaining pebbles fall to the ground. “It’s what’s to be expected from your Prince Charming, right? Besides, I’m assuming that your parents wouldn’t just let me walk through the front door at this hour.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Just the sight of Sokka was always enough to make you feel better, and tonight was no exception. The vice on your heart was already starting to loosen. “Right as usual. Think you’ll catch me if I jump?”

He laughed and made a show of looking up and down the distance and then at his arms. “I’d like to say so, but I think we’d have better luck if I climb up.”

“You sure you can do that, big guy?” you asked with a teasing grin. He rolled his eyes with the same sentiment.

“Of course I can. I just thank nature that there’s a tree so close to your window. It’s saved me from a lot of embarrassing falls.”

You chuckled and backed away from the window, the slight chill from the night air beginning to get to you. “I’ll leave you to it while I get things ready.”

Truth be told, your room was a total mess at the moment. You knew Sokka wouldn’t care, especially not now, but it put you slightly more at ease to have something in your life that you could control. You were in the middle of shoving some previously strewn-about clothes into your closet when you heard the click of your window closing. When you turned around, you were met with your boyfriend’s smiling face.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmured as you walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you kissed him lightly on the lips, unable to stop the blossoming smile nor the warmth that the action gave you. “Thank you for being here.”

“Of course.�� The softness of his words were in stark contrast to the joking bravado from only minutes earlier, and as you stepped away from his embrace and pushed yourself onto your bed, he joined you on the other side. “And not that I’m not happy to be here, but I just wanna know. What’s going on?”

You sighed, letting one leg hang off the bed as you tucked the other in. It was a testament to Sokka’s power how quickly he had gotten you to forget about the new mess of the night. “The usual showing of fuckall and fuckup. I’m more impressed by how they never run out of things to scream at each other about.”

Your bad joke didn’t get a laugh out of him, which you were secretly glad for. Instead, he snaked an arm around your back and tugged you closer, a contented sigh falling from your lips as you nestled your head into the space between his shoulder and his head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “You know it’s not your fault, right?”

The phrase had gone in one ear and out the other more times than you could count from your parents, but each time Sokka said it, the words held a different weight. You knew it wasn’t your fault in the first place, but guilt didn’t care all that much for logic. You knew he meant it though, and once more the vice loosened.

“I know. But it still helps to hear it.” You glanced up at him, reaching a hand up to twist a loose strand of his hair around your finger. “You should wear your hair down more often,” you mused. “It makes you look like a prince.”

He chuckled, amusement glinting through his ocean eyes. “I did say I was your Prince Charming, didn’t I?”

You smiled, slowly uncurling his hair from your finger. “Yeah.”

“That means I’ll always be there for you. Especially to save my royal from their evil stepparents.”

Another laugh bubbled in your chest at that, and you leaned closer into him. “Thank you. The more I visit your place, the more I want your family to be mine. Hakoda is like, the nicest man I’ve ever met, and your mom? She actually makes me want to cry with how sweet she is. I think I know where you get it from.”

He grinned and bumped your leg with his own. “You know you’re welcome over there any time. But maybe you shouldn’t — I think my mom might actually adopt you with how much she loves you. That… that would be really weird.”

His joy was infectious as you planted another kiss on his cheek, something that earned you a, as you liked to call it, dazzling Signature Sokka Smile. “I’ll make sure she holds off on the adoption papers for now.”

“I’d like that.”

And though the happiness you felt at the moment was almost overwhelming, that was just what caused that tiny sliver of doubt to come in. When people invited their partners over at three in the morning, it usually wasn’t to sit on the bed and talk about their problems. It was… it was for more, and you didn’t want that right now. And because you were an expert at it, you decided to put your foot in your mouth and start talking.

“I— I’m sorry that I called you over here so late, for no reason. I know you probably expected something else than me ranting, but…” you sighed, drawing your knees closer to your chest as you brought your other hand to Sokka’s resting on your shoulder. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.”

He sighed at that, but you knew it wasn’t one of disappointment. “You know I’m here for you. I don’t care if you just want to sit in silence for the next five hours while we stare at the wall, or if you want to watch sappy rom coms until your eyes bleed. I’m more than okay with staying like this. I didn’t come over here because I expected anything from you — I came over here because you needed me, and so I’m here.” Sokka smiled, an image you didn’t think would ever stop making you melt, and intertwined your hand with his. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”

You were so stunned at the brazen declaration that your voice got stuck in your throat for a moment, holding back tears. (Happy tears. They were never anything other than happy tears with Sokka.) It hit you then that you didn’t really know what it was like having someone get close to you without an ulterior motive.

“Thank you,” you murmured after a moment of comfortable silence. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You knew he was smiling, even without having to look up at him. You could hear it in his voice, feel it in the kiss he pressed to your hairline.

A comfortable silence hung in the air for a long time until you broke it. “You know… my dad kinda ran off to a motel for the night after this whole thing, and my mom leaves early in the morning. If you were serious about those rom coms…” You allowed the unsaid question of staying the night to fester so Sokka knew he could say no if he wanted to, but he didn’t even hesitate.

“Of course I was serious. I mean, I’ve gotta get the ideas for our future wedding from somewhere.”

You laughed, a sentiment that had occurred more times in the ten minutes he had been here than the past week, and picked the remote for your little box TV off of your bedside table. You clicked through various movies until you found one Sokka liked, and then you cuddled deeper into his side to prepare for the ride you had ahead of you.

Thirty minutes into 27 Dresses, he had fallen asleep, arm still around you and one of his legs slightly intertwined with one of your own. But it’s not like you minded — the familiar weight of Sokka in your bed had caused all your worries to melt away, if only for the night.

You didn’t expect him to last past the first movie, but you were sure you would at least get through until Katherine Heigl got the man. But there was an overwhelming feeling of safety permeating the air with Sokka’s arms around you, and you ended up knocked out before she could even get through all twenty seven dresses.

It wasn’t lost on you how fortunate you were — he didn’t expect anything like that from you, he just wanted you to be safe. He was there for you. You would never understand how you had gotten so lucky with your boyfriend, but you would never stop being grateful for him.

this is the most self indulgent thing ive ever written and i am NOT sorry

perm tags: @dv0412 @siriuslyslyslytherin @maruchan77

atla tags: @marianne1806 @brown-eyed-thang @akiris

#sokka x reader #sokka x you #sokka x y/n #sokka fic #sokka #sokka atla #atla #avatar #avatar the last airbender #avatar fic #atla fic #sadie writes #everyone deserves him.... sokka im sorry u have 100 gfs and bfs

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ronsonlywhore · 3 years

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Hi im new in here,so i don't know exactly what you write so could you please write something like wolfstar being the readers parents with the fluffy prompts 3,13,19,34,and 39,sorrt if that was weird,i have major daddy issues and see them both as father figures,thanks for the attention and sorry again if you don't write this kinda of stuff

❛ 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲. ❜ dad!wolfstar

summary: in which (y/n) is the light in both sirius and remus's life.

prompts: fluff/ 3. "stop moving around and let me braid your hair." / 13. "oh! my heart! it's too full of love for you! quick, i need a doctor!" / 19. "you can't leave without letting me hug you first." / 34. "help! there's a spider holding me hostage over here!" / 39. "i had a nightmare...can i stay with you tonight?"

a/n: au where neither sirius nor remus dies and sirius is cleared and they live happily ever after the war with a little girl they adopted. OKAY THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE. i didn't know if you wanted like a little reader or an older reader, so i included both! thanks for requesting anon <3

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"(y/n)! come back here right now, you little devil!"

(y/n)'s giggles echoed throughout the house, her wet hair leaving a trail of water droplets on the floor. sirius could hear the quiet pitter-patter of her feet on the hardwood floors, and he quickly dropped a towel on the floor to clean up the mess she had made running away from him.

"(y/n)! this isn't funny!" sirius shouts into the silent house. it's quiet...too quiet.

"oh, i see...you're hiding from me are you? well, hopefully you're not hiding...behind the curtains!" he rips away the curtains enthusiastically, only to find an empty space behind them.

sirius creeps over to the closet, putting an ear to the door. he swears he can hear his five-year-old shuffling around and pulls the door open, feeling triumphant. "caught you!" he says, victorious.

his face falls when he's met with an empty space as well, and now he's starting to get worried. where could she be?

suddenly, he hears a small ah-choo! and a gasp followed by the sneeze. he smiles and drops down beside the couch. there (y/n) is, trying to hold in her giggles and wiping dust from her face.

she screams when sirius appears next to her, and laughs (the most angelic laugh sirius has ever heard) when her dad picks her up and hoists her on his shoulder.

"thought you could sneak away from me, huh?" sirius says as he sits (y/n) down and tickles her. "i just need to brush your hair before it gets all tangled."

(y/n) sighs. "i know, but you pull too much. i like it better when daddy does it. when is he coming back?"

sirius takes out the brushes and sits behind (y/n). "he'll be back today, i promise. now, sit still and let me brush your hair."

(y/n) moves away before sirius can start though, and he's starting to lose his patience. "(y/n), if you don't sit down right now, i'm not taking you to diagon alley with me. i'll just drop you off with harry while i go and have fun at fortescue's ice cream parlor," he threatens.

(y/n)'s eyes widened. she liked staying with cousin harry, but her dad was talking ice cream here, so there was no way she would let herself be hauled off to harry's while her dad got to stuff himself full with sorbets galore.

"no! i promise i'll let you brush my hair...but on one condition. you have to let me eat the last slice of cake right now. for breakfast." (y/n) crosses her tiny little arms and pulls out the puppy eyes, the puppy eyes sirius can never resist.

so how could sirius say no?

"you've got a deal, my little devil." sirius says as he shakes (y/n)'s pudgy toddler hand. she giggles, sits down obediently, and lets sirius brush through her hair, only painfully wincing twice.

later, as (y/n)'s barreling forkfuls of cake into her mouth and sirius is hastily trying to clean up her face before she messes up her shirt, the door opens, and (y/n) squeals happily. "daddy's home!"

she jumps down from her chair before sirius can say anything, and runs like mad to the front door.

remus is there, taking of his coat and grimacing as his sore muscles protest. his face is pale and and there are a few scratches running along his cheeks and neck. he hears (y/n) before he sees her, and quickly turns around to find the girl jumping into his arms.

"you're home!" she shrieks happily and tightens her hold around his neck. remus laughs and hugs back tightly. he notices frosting around her mouth and asks sternly, "and what is this, young lady?"

she smiles sheepishly and says, "it's cake! do you want some?"

sirius appears and remus turns to him. "sirius," remus starts, "you let (y/n) have cake for breakfast?"

sirius throws his hands in the air defensively. "i don't even get a hello kiss? not even a 'good morning, darling'? nothing?"

remus rolls his eyes and says grudgingly, "good morning, darling."

"that's better," sirius says as he leans in and kisses his husband's cheek. "if you must know, (y/n) and i made a deal. i let her have the cake in exchange for her letting me brush her hair. apparently, she likes it better when you do it."

remus looks back to (y/n), who's staring intently at his face. she picks up one of her little hands and places it on the cuts running from his chin to his right eye.

"what happened to your face? she asks sadly.

sirius and remus look at each other morosely. (y/n) doesn't know about remus's...condition, both men agreeing to tell her when she's older.

"just a...rough night at work, sweetheart." remus answers as he puts (y/n) down and walks over to the couch, throwing himself down on it. sirius follows him and runs a hand through his hair. (y/n) runs off into the kitchen, probably wanting to finish her cake quickly.

"was it a bad one?" sirius asks as he sits down beside remus.

remus shrugs. he always feels tired after a full moon, especially since he travels so far, as far away as he can to keep his family safe.

suddenly, (y/n) is standing next him, smiling as she dots his nose with frosting. remus laughs and picks her up again, holding her above her head. she stretches her arms in front of her, mimicking a superhero in flight, and remus "flies" her all over the living room until they hear a yelp of pain.

remus turns to see sirius doubled over, holding his chest. he quickly puts (y/n) down and hurries over to him, while (y/n) asks, "what's wrong with daddy?"

"sirius? darling, are you alright?" remus asks worriedly.

"oh! my heart! it's too full of love for you both! quick, i need a doctor!" sirius exclaims, feigning agony.

remus scoffs, grabs a pillow from the couch, and whacks his husband over the head with it. "that wasn't funny!"

sirius, rubbing his head, drawls, "oh, you wanna fight, do you? don't say i didn't warn you; you mess with the bull, you get the horns." he grabs a pillow and smacks remus's side.

remus doesn't care that he's dead tired, doesn't care if he's hungry and terribly needs a bath: he will take sirius down in this pillow fight even if it's the last thing he ever does.

(y/n) squeals and gets on the couch, jumping up and down, cheering both of them on.

after, with both pillows destoyed and feathers littering the living room (sirius definitely won, although remus would never admit that to anyone), sirius and remus flop down on the couch, preparing to doze off, when (y/n) exclaims, "but who's gonna clean this up?"

"oh...we'll worry about that later. come here, my little devil." sirius says tiredly and pulls (y/n) into his chest. remus loops an arm around sirius, and the three soundly sleep into the late hours of the evening, all interwined together.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

years later

"dad, i'm not five years old anymore. you don't have to do my hair anymore."

"stop moving around and let me braid your hair."

remus's fingers were definitely getting a bit too aged to be able to braid (y/n)'s hair with ease like he used to when she was small, but he was able to manage decent plaits to tame (y/n)'s wild hair.

both remus and (y/n) look into the mirror, and remus smiles. he places his hands on (y/n)'s shoulders and sighs wistfully, "oh...look at how much my angel's grown."

"don't start getting all sappy on me now, dad." (y/n) laughs as she shrugs off her dad's hand as she starts downstairs.

remus blocks the door way. "nuh uh. you can't leave without letting me hug you first."

(y/n) smiles and rolls her eyes, but gives in either way. she wraps her arms around her father's waist tightly, and remus can swear he's the happiest man in the world.

they pull apart when they hear glass shattering from the kitchen. remus and (y/n) rush downstairs and find sirius balancing on top of a chair, holding a pan in the air defensively. two glass cups are sitting on the counter, the third one in broken shards on the floor.

"sirius, what on earth are you doing?" remus asks as he moves into the kitchen.

"oh, good, you're here! you have to help me, there's a spider holding me hostage over here!"

(y/n) laughs. "dad, we've been through this before! all you have to do..." she trails off as she graps a cup and traps the spider in it, then takes a table mat and slides it under the cup, "is catch it, and set it free."

she places the spider on the open windowsill, and it scuttles away into the garden.

sirius precariously climbs down from chair as remus sweeps up the broken glass. "you're a lifesaver, you are," sirius says as he claps a hand on (y/n)'s back.

"that's me, full-time superhero."

. . .

sirius and remus are on the couch, watching the telly (that sirius begged to have), and almost dozing off when sirius feels a tug on his sleeve.

"dad? dad, are you awake?"

sirius groggily opens his eyes and sees his daughter staring into his face. "(y/n)," he asks, "what's wrong?"

the soft voices wake up remus as he too sits up and rubs his eyes. he takes notice of (y/n), and a worried expression crosses his face. "are you alright, sweetheart?"

(y/n) nods her head quickly and says, "everything's fine, it's just...i had a nightmare, could i sleep here with you guys?"

remus and sirius instantly scoot apart to make space for (y/n), who squeezes in between them. she's not as small as she used to, but is cozy enough as her dads close in beside her.

"remember when you were smaller and would sleep in sirius's arms?" remus asks his daughter.

she nods sleepily, "i'm far too big for that now."

remus and sirius laugh, and cuddle in closer. the scene is a sight for sore eyes, and (y/n) easily dozes off, glad she has the warmth of her dads on either side of her.

because two is always better than one, right?

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kirschteinsj · 3 years

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Pinky Promises

Nanami x fem! reader

Warnings: nothing too much! maybe language but overall just a bunch of fluff and lovey dovey stuff

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Domestic Nanami and reader, just thinking about how much they love each other. sappy and cute stuff.

A/N: Hi! ^_^ Second time posting, I’ve had this one shot saved for a bit now! finally posting it lolz. I've noticed a lot of people have written domestic Nanami pics or drawn art, very glad society as a whole has this perception of him. it truly heals the soul I think. anyway, I hope u like this and sorry if there’s any grammar errors I wasnt able to catch U_U im thinking of doing a hc post next.... unsure hm, we’ll see ^_^!!

“I’m hooooome.” He says loudly as he steps through the apartment door, setting his briefcase down and taking off his beige coat. Putting down the grand kitchen knife she was using to chop up spinach, she rushed to the door with a smile and engulfed the tall blonde into a tight hug, saying hello. She took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scent of his cologne, the smell of something sour and musty soon taking over. Her face scrunched up and she let out a giggle.

“Oh god, Nanami, you stink, what did you go against today?”

“Nothing too bad. Just a grade 3,” He sighed “A smelly grade 3.” He sounded disappointed, probably because he knew he stunk too. Though the smell was horrendous, she still remained in his arms and he still held on just as tight.

“Are you tired? I was thinking of making dinner with you tonight but if you’re too tired I can-”

“No no. I’m fine. Just let me wash up and I’ll help out.”

“You sure?” She asked looking up towards him, questioning once more to reassure. He looked down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m sure, dear.”

While he showers upstairs, she gets back to readying the ingredients so they could begin cooking their masterpiece as soon as possible. Tonight she had chosen chicken alfredo with a tossed salad; One could say it was her favourite, but saying that would imply that she would eat it when cooked and served by whomever. But to her, she would only eat it when it was him who had made it for her.

Y/n adored him. He adored her. To her, he was her light. She could simply not imagine life without him, not after he had come in and changed her in such a way. She never in a million years would have thought to be so in love with someone. To have known someone who cared enough to hear all about her day or listen to all her tangents, whether they made sense or not. Who listened to her talk forever about anything just so he could see the faint glow of passion in her eyes. Someone who remembered the small details in regards to the things she loved and the things she despised; Like how she hated the feeling of peanut butter on her fingers and how she absolutely admired the scent of fresh pages in a new book. Sometimes, she felt undeserving of him.

He admired her like no other. Never did he believe he’d be capable of opening up to anyone in such a way, at least not until she walked into his life. He could write a million lists, all full of everything he loved about her. The way she smiled cheekily at him after a witty remark, how she'd give every hug as if it was the last, the way she was oh so patient with him. It took him time to become vulnerable in the slightest, he just didn’t know how to do so without burdening her. She knew his job was hard, he’d told her. But rather than running away like he expected, she stayed with him right by his side. She refused to leave him over that. If anything, it made her want to stay more since she felt the need to be there for him. It felt like a punch to the gut but a good one. “So, is this love?” He had asked himself then. Nanami had someone who brought out the much more joyful side to him. At the end of the day, he knew he’d walk through the front door only to see her, arms wide open and with a big smile offering a cozy hug. She was his home. Sometimes, he felt undeserving of her.

Putting the final piece of broccoli into the container, she tidies any clutter and went back to their shared bedroom. Sinking into the bed and falling on it with a plush thump, she lets out a deep sigh mixed with some sort of a groan. She herself was exhausted from work too to say the least. She didn’t deal with curses or anything like that, but she did teach a class of 9 year olds which one could consider just as frustrating. Yawning, she checks her phone to read the time: 6:15 PM. Nanami hadn’t been in the shower for too long, a small nap wouldn’t hurt. Quickly, she settled for a little 30 minute nap. That way, she could get up soon enough to help him out in the kitchen and not abandon him to do everything on his own. She turns her phone off and slowly, her eyes shut.

…

Y/n slowly opens her eyes and notices a grey throw blanket placed on her, something that she doesn’t recall going to bed with earlier. “Must’ve been Nanami.” Grabbing her phone, she turns the screen on, wincing at the incredible blue light piercing into her skull. “Fuck.” she mumbles. Once her eyes adjust, she glances back at the screen for the time: 7:30.

“FUCK,” she says, voice croaking “I overslept.” With the speed of light, she leaves bed and runs down the hall to the bathroom to freshen up. She soon makes her way over to the kitchen silently, slightly ashamed and guilty. Y/n mumbles a whine with a frown, “He’s probably done making things now. I could have helped.”

The kitchen is filled with the delicate scents of sauces, cheese and herbs. She watches him from the door frame, admiring her boyfriend. He stood in front of the stove mixing at the sauce for the alfredo, which scent alone made her mouth water. Nanami seems to be in his own world, as he stands humming to himself softly, stirring the pot of sauce and adding in the broccoli and spinach, not seeming to notice y/n. With a final stir, he carefully sets the lid and turns to rinse his hands. Her gaze sits upon his figure, how his grey oversized shirt slightly clings to his shoulders and loosens as it goes down his body. Looking down, she noticed the bright red christmas pyjamas he had on, the ones with adorable little reindeers all over them. Grinning, she remembers how she had bought those for him. She purchased a matching set for the two of them and insisted on wearing them all day on Christmas last year. Nanami had responded to the idea with a stern “No” which left y/n in shambles. She didn’t expect him to agree, but hey, a girl can dream. However, on Christmas day, lo and behold, she had woken up to find Nanami sitting on the couch, watching the news with his reindeer PJs on. Immediately, she had attacked him with hugs and kisses and all Nanami did was sit there and accept them, secretly loving it the whole time.

A deep voice throws her out of her thoughts. “You know, it’s rude to stare, right?”

Y/n chuckles quietly and makes her way over, wrapping her arms around him from behind, snuggling into his back.

“I like to stare at you, you’re cute,” she breathes in his scent once again, “ah, you smell so much better now. Like the nami I know.”

“I am not cute. I am a grown man.”

“C’mon, you can’t possibly be saying that right now. Not while you’re wearing these pants.” She coos, gently patting his butt. He goes silent, refusing to rebuttal knowing that he’s lost. He leans against the counter, his front facing her. Though he didn’t say anything, y/n sees this as an open invite to his arms. The rope of his arms finds her waist this time, her arms in an embrace around his neck.

“Whatever, tell me, how was your day, hm?” He posed, changing the subject.

“Same old, yenno. The kids and I had a discussion today about drugs and safety. It was cute, hearing them rat out their neighbours for smoking cigs and talk about how yucky they thought alcohol is. It was… sweet. How was work for you, hon?”

“Shit.” He retorts, closing his eyes, “Work is shit.”

“Oh come ON, I’m sure it’s not always that bad, right? Say, how’s your friend doing, you know, the one who kinda looks like one of my makeup brushes! Isn’t he good company?”

“Yeah, if good company means having to deal with a nuisance to society on a daily basis then by all means, yes, Gojo is wonderful company.” He joked, loosening his grip on her and making his way over to the stove to check on his sauce. She follows, opening the first drawer and pulling out a silver spoon, “You’re so mean sometimes. I think he’s a great guy to be around! I met him once, such a flirt.”

He teases calmly, “If you love him so much, why don’t you get with him?”

Taking her spoon, she lowers it into the pot and brings it back up to her face, blowing on it carefully before she puts it to her lips to taste. “Hmm, I would. But I don’t think he’s as big as you. I’ll have to pass.” She smirked, putting the spoon into her mouth as he watched and sighed in disappointment.

He glares,“God, you’re something else.”

“I’m just kidding, babe.” Bringing her spoon down for another taste. He swats at her hand and she retreats it with a whine. “Don’t do that. You’ve tried it already, and will again when we get to eat.” He scolded tenderly, “Plus, you shouldn’t be given these privileges anyway. It’s not like you helped out or anything.” He smiled, teasing her.

“Nanamiiii, I’m sorry,” she whines, half laughing, “I promise, I was going to help! I just got a little bit sleepy and sort of lost track of time…” He turned over to her and lifted her face with a finger under her chin. Laughing, he delicately caresses her cheek, tapping it admirably with a curled finger. The blonde chuckles and looks her in the eyes, “I’m just joking with you, love. I know you’ve been tired lately, I can tell. Why haven’t you been resting?”

Her smile falls and she sighs. Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist and brought him into her, hiding her face into his chest. It was true, she was exhausted but she didn’t deem it to be anything so serious. Work was just heavy this past week from having to grade her students’ work in time for report cards. All she wanted was the best for her kids and was finding ways to get the kids out of their comfort zones enough to do well in class. That reminded her, Nanami also mentioned having a student of his own.

She takes her face out of his chest and glances upwards. “It’s just this week of work, I promise I’ll be back to normal soon. I’ve just been busy with lesson plans and activities, yenno. Anyway, speaking of students, how’s the one you’ve been assigned to?” She posed in a soft tone. Half smiling, he turned around to add the strained pasta to the sauce, scattering it into the pot.

“He’s special. Quite lively. And cheerful. He reminds me of you sometimes,” his voice strains as he stretches to grab the bowl of cooked chicken to finally add into the pot, finishing the meal, “He’s got potential.” Y/n beamed with happiness. Nanami really seemed to like this kid and if he thought you had potential, then it sure as hell meant you had it.

She lets out a squeal, “EEEEEEK!!! That sounds amazing! I’m so happy for you!” Nanami suppressed a laugh and rolled his eyes, “It’s not that-”

“This calls for a drink, don’t you think?” She babbled with excitement, “We should have some wine! Right?”

Grabbing her wrist as she skipped her way over to the bottle, he reminded her, “You have school tomorrow. You always end up having more than needed and struggle to wake up in the morning.” Y/n frowned at his words, to which he noticed and tried to fix, “Tomorrow’s Friday, you can drink plenty tomorrow, hm? I’ll drink with you.”

“Ugh, fine. You’re right. But you have to promise.”

“I promise you ca-”

“No! You have to pinky-promise.” She demanded, pouting as he stuck out her pinky finger.

His heart skips a beat. Was she always this cute? Her angelic eyes stare into his tired ones. Bottom lip poking out, awaiting Nanami’s pinky to interlock with her own. He knew she took pinky-promises very seriously despite her grown age. It was among one of the many petty details that he cherished. Something about this pinky-promise was enough for her to ensure trust onto someone, it made him laugh. Her naivety is what made her so kind hearted, what allowed her to see the best in people. He felt that this naivety is why they’re together to begin with. He didn’t ever think she’d give him a chance. He reminisced of their first few encounters. The way she did her hair back then, the way she dressed, her shy smile and how she’d look at the floor whenever she’d blush. Maybe it was her timid nature that made him fall head over heels for her. Or maybe it was her generosity. Perhaps her beauty. He was unable to simply confine the reasoning for his infatuation with just a few traits. She grew overtime, more comfortable and less shy, she was more confident around him but he knew he could still make her blush so badly that she’d have to hide her face from him. He enjoyed their banter, her company. He felt it was luck. Or maybe it was fate. Who knows. He didn’t want to think so much about it. He wanted to live in the moment, adore her in this present time. In that instance, he felt the strong urge to kiss her. And so he did.

The kiss was short and sweet, yet full of an unfathomable amount of love. It took her aback, she didn’t quite see it coming. She too stood in the present moment, then and there, cherishing the man she loved.

His lips leave hers and he extends the smallest finger on his hand, declaring, “I pinky-promise.” And a ginormous grin washes over her face. In a whisper, she squeals and scoops her arms around his torso, resting her head onto his chest. They stay like this for a while, not too long really, but to them it felt like an eternity being in each other’s affectionate embrace. He goes to speak and she feels the vibrating boom of his voice make his way up from his chest.

“I love you.”

She sighs, “I love you too.”

Turning her head, y/n smoothly gets on her tip toes and clasps her arms around his neck, giving it a tender kiss and attempting to make a trail leading up to his sharp jaw. Catching onto her tactics he laughs, putting his big hand against her face and pushing her back.

“Seriously?” He chuckles, “You couldn’t wait till after dinner? Come on, take out the plates.”

“Wait for what? I was just kissing you! You’re so dramatic, Nami.” She lies, playing innocent. She knew damn well what she was trying to do. She wasn’t going to admit to it though. Taking out the plates and utensils, she readied the table.

…

After dinner and meaningless conversation, the two lovers tidied and headed towards their room. “Do yo wana wah a mohee tomowwow nie?” Y/n proposed from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth. He perks his head up, confused, “Do I want to what?” She spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth, repeating her question.

“I said, do you wanna watch a movie tomorrow night? Like at home? There’s this documentary I saw on Netflix, it looks really good! It’s crime related.”

“That sounds fine with me. Though, that’s only possible if you don’t end up drinking too much. I always have to get you to sleep early when you drink.” He states nonchalantly, nose poked into a thick book. She rolls her eyes and smiles, “I promise I won’t drink all that much.” Shifting his book to the opposing hand, Nanami silently takes his pinky finger and holds it out to y/n. She snickers and reciprocates.

“You’ve now pinky-promised. Don’t break it, y/n.”

“I never do.”

The nightstand lamp illuminates the room with a soft yellow glow. Shadows of objects on the nightstand hang on the walls. Laying in bed on her phone, y/n turns over to Nanami, who was still reading his book. “Nami, come lay next to me, I wanna cuddle. Please?” Her voice faint. He looks down at her and puts his book away immediately. He could use a cuddle too. Bringing himself down, he lays on his back, y/n closing the gap between the two. Their legs intertwine, her arm and head resting on his chest while one of his hands rested on her bum, the other dotingly playing with her hair. Neither of them spoke a word for a while. Until y/n broke the silence.

“So, were there no other pairs of pants you had left to wear or-”

“Please, be quiet.”

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miraculousrainbow · 3 years

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Sleeping In The Bathroom Is Better Than Home

Description:

Chat noir cannot stand being at home anymore and by chance stumbles upon Marinette wich turns into an unexpected sleepover

Hurt/comfort

Marichat (can be viewd as romantic or platonic)

Oneshot

Trigger warnings : mention of verbal abuse, mentions of neglect, discussions of bad mental health, bad mental health, insomnia, anxiety, trapping a child mention (ask to tag)

"Im done and sick of it"

He couldnt think straight, he just knew that he needed to get out as fast as he can

Plag popped out in a look of concern but before he could say anything Adrien already climbed out the window and yelled "Plagg claws out" and jumped out

His movement wasent his usual cat like swiftness

It was heavy and frantic

He was stumbling around in the dark and crashing into a wall or a random pole every once in a while but ignoring it as nothing happened and just, keeps going

He was going around blindly

With the only purpose of just, getting away

After a while of hanging about at the dark he calmed down a bit, but he was still fearful

His dad yelling still ringing in his ears and with each sound feeling like another hit

"Ignore it he insisted"

"You are here, you are safe, you are not at home anymore."

"You are safe." he whispered to himself loudly with a bit of a panic in his voice and a desperation to make these words feel true

But it was getting late he knew that soon he will need to go back home but he couldnt bring himself

He would rather sleep outside

"The only problem is that he would be an easy target for hawkmoth or criminals depending on the form"

"Or he could just stay a-"

His thought had been cut mid sentence while he was walking he realised he sees a familiar light and in the light had been basking a familiar figure

"Marinette!" He exclaimed with relief in his voice

"It was nice seeing a friend out here and a light source when everything else seems so dark and bleak and eerily quiet..."

"Chat Noir?" Marinette blinked trying to figure out where the dark ends and where the cat starts

"Its nice to see you" he said with a sheepishly smile

"Is there an akuma" Marinette eyes darted from place to place while her expression seemed so focused she wouldnt miss a fly

"Not tonight princess" he replied feeling a bit guilty he made her worry

A sigh of relief escaped the teen's mouth and her expression softened

And when she looked up to his surprise she looked like she is actually happy to see him

"So what brings you here ~Chat Noir~." she said his superhero name like you would call someone a royalty title jokingly

"Wich... was fair, but! he just hoped she knew every time he called her princess it was full of fondness"

"Oh um, just going for a walk, getting some fresh air"

"At two at night"

"I can ask you the same princess" he stumbled on his words he didnt expect that

"He havent being keeping an eye on the hour"

"He hoped he wasent missing for too long"

"But with his father absence he sometimes thinks he could of being kidnaped by hawkmoth for days and he wouldnt even notice"

"and sometimes he could of just barged into the room out of the blue"

"For ones he hoped for the first one"

Marinette unexpectedly decided to be the first one to break the silence

"Thoughts, just too many thoughts" she replied honestly and wiped her eyes in tiredness and maybe tears

Even though her answer seemed quite generic he recognised the real weight these words hold

"You?" She asked softly in sleepiness

"I just couldnt handle staying there anymore"

He blurted out choking on a bit of tears

"Her honestly just made him feel like he couldnt keep it inside anymore and that he could just share it safely and it will be okay"

"Like he didnt have to keep it down anymore and he really couldnt not like this not when he finally feels safe and the adrenaline from earlier is starting to die out and the tiredness is kicking in"

"Not next to Marinette"

"When she just comes with honestly openness and without anything to hide behind"

"She could of waited a little longer he would have come up with a joke to sweep her off her feet or at least made her laugh thats a win too"

"And just have a normal conversation"

"But she chose openness and he couldnt help, but choose it too"

He was a bit shaking he didnt notice till Marinette put a hand on him "hey, do you wanna go talk inside?"

The cat was frozen in surprise at the sudden touch

but as soon as it went is as soon as it goes

"And I know your identity needs to remain a secret for yours and the safety of your loved ones"

"So tell me just as you can and want of course" she made a serious face in the end but he couldnt ignore how cute it was

He noded thankful and followed her in

"Not surprisingly her room was much warmer than the cold outside"

They set down and Marinette asked while fiddling with her fingers "So, what happened?"

"My dad just yelled at me"

"Again" he rolled his eyes with a snort of someone who learned to turn their anger into despair and nihilistic jokes

"Its or he leaves me alone and neglects me or he yells at me and traps me"

"And in the past it used to be or he neglects me and traps me or he yells at me and traps me"

"But good luck trapping Chat Noir ha ha" he said with exhaustion and finger guns

"Unless you are hawkmoth if he would of being I bet he would have trapped me then too" another bitter laugh escaped his mouth

"What about you?"

"So you know those nights when you try to go to bed and you just lay there but you cant stop thinking and your thought are running and running and you just start shaking and you cant stop and no matter what you cant sleep and you wish so badly you can but you just cant so you stand up cause you cant take it anymore"

She blurted out as well just more in a mini frantic tangent

Instead of a frantic blurt out

"So maybe" she says with a twirl of her hand like she tries to drag the word longer and just not let the sentence end

"Im having one of these nights"

She covered her face with her hand and looked away like she is even ashamed of having a problem

"Wich is super unfair everyone has problems" he scoffed in his head

"And also one thing was made sure by this conversation she was crying earlier"

"Actually yeah" he replied looking up from his knees and surprising them both

"I do get these nights from time to time"

"Now it was his turn to look away"

"Now he is the one feeling shame in having problems"

"Honestly, he thinks it made both of them feel better knowing they are not the only ones even though he and of course Marinette! would never wish this upon each other it was still nice being in the same boat"

"Its exhausting" she exclaimed and looked like she was trying to rest her had on air and getting grumpy each time it doesnt work

Chat tapped to time on his knees to signal that she can use him as a pillow

Marinette without taking a second thought took the invite and settled down

At the moment of contact Chat Noir felt like lightening were running up his spine he just hoped he didnt move

He wasent used to other ppl contact much

And he always withdrew away quite quickly

"Its not that he didnt like others touch"

"Its just that it would always overwhelm him so much"

"And it made him feel like he needed a break but every time he was ready to come back"

"There was nobody left"

"And lets not talk about how it was before school when there was nobody to begin with"

"She looked so comfortable like it was all natural being so close to someone and just putting your head down"

"He wishes he could feel like that too"

"He hopes one day he will"

After a moment of rest and a sigh of relief Marinette asked "So, whats the plan?"

"Kinda how he would of asked his lady on battle he wondered if thats how he looks like"

"Uh, I kinda planned on staying awake outside until I will collapse of exhaustion..."

"Well, thats a horrible plan."

"In retrospect, he agreed but its not like he had any other options" he thought to himself

"The only room with a decent lock is the bathroom but I cant let you sleep in the bathroom!"

"I considered sleeping outside so this sounds much better"

"Chat!" She protested

"Its not like I have any better options" he sighed into his hand

"Okie but Im putting a clock to 5 in the morning so you will be back before anyone notices"

"But then what about you? dont you need any sleep?"

"I dont think I will fall asleep befor 5 am to be honest" she made an awkward laugh in an attempt to make it seem not as bad

"And, having company for a change even if will be a sleeping one soon is nice."

She looked up to him still resting on his lap with a soft smile that looks like it means Im really thankful you are here but you need to go to sleep now

"Marinette I-" he couldnt help but let a sigh of relief escape his mouth "I cant thank you enough"

"Hey what there are partne- pretty good friends for!"

"She started stammering. Now he was sure she was too tired for communication and needed some rest"

"So lets get ready for the sleep part in our kind of spontaneous sleepover!" she said like it was all part of just a regular late night party

He chuckled and replied with a simple sappy "yeah" and he got ready to bed

And in a long time he actually had a good sleep even though it was in the bathroom

The end <3

Update: thank you everyone for the feedback!!!

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oshicakes · 3 years

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gift | kuroo tetsurou

pairing. kuroo tetsurou x reader

genre. fluff to angst

warnings. cussing, suggestive jokes, blood, hospital

a/n. just feeling a little sappy lately and here's the result! im saying sorry in advance, or maybe im not? hmm hahaha jk. but! im saying sorry for this is kinda long, legit sorry.

it's raining outside. you've been staring at your window for a while now. the ringing of your phone made you come back to reality.

it's a call from your boyfriend, kuroo tetsurou. you answered his call.

"hey, love. ill be there in a minute, wait for me okay?"

"okay, tetsu. please be careful on your way home, it's raining and the road might be slippery."

"yes, ma'am!" then he chuckled. it made you smile.

after that, you started preparing for dinner. you made some sushi, his favorite salted mackarel pike and shabu shabu and for dessert you made a fruit skewer since tetsu will buy you a cake.

the table is set. then, you changed your clothes into a red jumpsuit, done your hair and spray some perfume. all set!

minutes later, the doorbell rang. you hurriedly open your door. and there he is- your boyfriend sporting a damp and messy hair in his office wear. which made him more hotter, you thought.

"hey there, my birthday girl!"

right after closing the door, he crashed his lips onto yours. your hands made its way to his neck then cling on him. his one hand slip on your waist while the other is holding the cake.

he stopped kissing you and then shower kisses all over your face. it made you giggle. you held his face to make him stop and rested your forehead onto his.

"take of your clothes."

"ohoho? we wildin tonight, huh?" he smirked at you. that made you laugh. you cupped his, gave him a chaste kiss and turn away from him.

"hmm, no. you're wet and you might get sick if you don't change immediately." he just let out a whiny noise. you just laughed at him.

both of you started eating after he changed his shirt. you just planned to take a glimpse of him to see what's his reaction on the foods you cooked but you find yourself staring at him.

you wonder how it all started? was it the debate against him? was it his passion for sports? his mesmerizing eyes? his messy bed hair? the way he calls you? his corny ass science jokes? or is it the awkward moment when he confessed to you?

wow, you've been with him for ten years now, and six years from that is being in a relationship with him. you've come a long way now, you've seen his best and worse part and you shared with him your best and worse part too. and i regret nothing at all. it was the best, and if i were given a chance to turn back time id still choose to be with him.

"you know, if you want me you can just say it, love." he said while grinning at me.

"i love you, tetsu." you said out of nowhere.

his grin faded and turned into a genuine smile. his eyes look more softer now, just like how you love it. he reached for your hand and kissed it.

"you know that i love you too right?" you nodded at him. "i love you so much, y/n."

after that soft moment, both of you continued eating. you remind him that there will be a small celebration in your parent's house this weekend.

he talked about his work and how he's happy seeing kids olaying volleyball, making him remember his junior high. he cracked corny jokes that made you laugh but not because of the joke, its because of his hyena laugh.

you we're cleaning the table while he's washing the dishes, when his phone rang. he put down the dish and answered his phone.

after a while, he finished talking on his phone. he immediately embrace you from behind.

"work?"

"yeah, they said that they needed me for an urgent meeting with our prospect sponsor."

"then, get your ass going! so you can come back here faster then we can enjoy eating the cake you bought!"

"im sorry, love. i didn't expect this to happen."

"it's really okay, tetsu. go now, be careful on driving." you kissed his lips.

he's pouting. with a heavy steps, he put on a coat and grab his things. before he finally go, he kiss you a little bit longer now.

"wait for me, okay? i didn't give you my gift yet, so wait for me."

you just nodded at him. and off he go.

it's almost an hour when the doorbell rang. you got off from the comfortable couch to open the door. well, that was fast, you thought.

kuroo never drove his car this fast like before. he's always a careful driver, because you always get mad at him when he tries beating the red light.

"where's y/n?!" his fist is turning white because of a hard grip. kenma pointed the door of your hospital room.

when he opened the door your parents are there. your mom's crying while your dad's comforting her.

"tetsurou, oh god! you're finally here!" your mom said and hugged him. then she guode you close to your bed.

"what happened to, y/n? im sorry i didn't mean to leave her alone."

"we understand. your friends called us when they can't contact you. they said y/n suddenly fell on the floor."

he's too preoccupied with you that he didn't even realize that his friends are there. your mom said they're all outside.

when he got out of your room, his friends approached him. saying sorry for what happened and they didn't know why you suddenly fell on the floor then hit your head on the table. yaku panicked when he saw your head bleeding so they immediately run you to the hospital.

it's a little late when your parents decided to go home along with his friends. now, he's all alone in your room. still wondering why his friends are in his house, but he just shrug it of.

he was woken up when he felt someone caressing his head. and when he opened his eyes, he met yours. your now sitting in your bed.

he quickly got up from his chair and embrace you tightly. he kissed your lips repeatedly too.

"stop... tetsu... oh god!" he stopped kissing you but he burried his head in your neck.

you we're surprised when you felt your neck get wet and his back is shaking. he's crying!

"tetsu? im okay, don't worry hmm."

"i thought i'd lose you! don't do that fucking act again!"

"i promise, i won't. now let me see my first baby before this belly of mine pops out in eight months."

he let go of you and look at you with full of confusion.

"pop what? what do you mean by that?"

you held his face, caressing it. also, wiping his tears away. "im one month pregnant, love."

he shuts down. like he can't process what you just said. "no fucking way! fuck! im gonna be a dad! yes!"

he's crying again! you motioned him to sit beside you and hug him while patting his back. your also whispering sweet nothings to him, and what made you laugh a little is he's replying too while crying. he calmed down. clearing his throat, he takes something out in his pocket.

its a tiny velvet box.

"this is supposed to be the gift im giving you today." he handed you the box. you opened it, a silver necklace with your name on it and small diamonds. he put it on you.

"and this, this is supposed to be my gift to you for this weekend. i just felt the urge to give it to you now." he took another velvet box inside coat.

he knelt infront of you. "this may not be the sweetest place and time to propose but i can't wait any longer now that you gave me the most beautiful gift id ever receive in my whole life. please be my wife?"

you're now crying. you can't utter any words so you're just nodding your head at him. he slip the ring in your ring finger.

"thank you, tetsu. i never imagine that we'll go this far. just a while a go, i called your friends to plan my surprise to you this weekend and now we're here."

"that's why lev congratulated me! i almost wanna punch him tho. they also know that ill be proposing to you this weekend."

"wow. we really sucks at planning, ha?"

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just kidding with the angst lol. sorrrrryyyy 🤪

#haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshot #kuroo x reader #kuroo angst #kuroo tetsuro oneshot #kuroo tetsuro x reader

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ddarker-dreams · 4 years

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Online Love. Yan Shigaraki x Reader [Part 3]

Part 1

Part 2

From: [First] 9:45 PM

today was so much fuuuun (＾▽＾)

From: [First] 9:45 PM

thank you for spending time with me tomo-kun... let’s get together soon again, okay??（´・｀）♡

“Soon, huh?”

Shigaraki’s words are intended for no one. He strains his eyes on his phone, looking over each word you sent. He knows he should respond, but all words escape him as his mind remains blank. Grimacing at these unknown feelings, he finally thinks of a half decent response.

To: [First] 9:50 PM

We can

For some, he knows the short response wouldn’t be satisfactory. But for you, Shigaraki never needs to present himself other than how he is. You never critique his struggle with social etiquette, or set expectations for him. Maybe that’s the reason why he’s so drawn to you, unable to escape your thrall.

Minutes pass since he sent the message, his phone in hand awaiting your response. On nights like this, where there’s no League business to attend to, he can offer you his full attention. Normally the two of you would duo and play an MMOPRG until the early hours of the morning.

Earlier at the mall you mentioned that you had made plans with friends in the morning, and wouldn’t be able to play tonight. Shigaraki had nodded his head at the time, but now that he’s all alone without your company, it hits him.

He misses you.

The thought alone is fleeting, but makes his stomach churn nonetheless. It was so unlike him, to have such doting feelings for someone. The sickeningly sweet sensation left a bitter taste in his mouth. To think that a murderer like him would have his knees turned to jelly by you so much as smiling.

Shigaraki hears a buzz, realizing that’s your response. Wasting no time, bloodshot eyes look over your response.

From: [First] 9:52 PM

i can’t wait!!!! i felt sad leaving, but yknow, life and all right? ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

Shigaraki fights off waves of exhaustion, not wanting to miss out on interaction with you.

From: [First] 9:53 PM

u should come over my place next! i dunno if u will like my set up, it’s not the sleekest but it works just fine...

From: [First] 9:54 PM

wait that sounds kinda weird doesnt it??? im sorry if i sound pushy or anything, i just think itd be fun to game together, even if we just do gacha games! none of my friends are into this stuff so i’ve always wondered what it’d be like to just chill at home instead of going out (´Ａ｀。)

This is how you always are, getting flustered over the littlest things. Shigaraki doesn’t understand why you find so many things embarrassing, but there’s a cute quality to it.

Being alone with you in private would be a dream come true, but could he really contain himself?

In public there was a constant public presence that forced him to not act out. It would be excruciatingly difficult to not hold you and never let go if given the chance. Shigaraki is aware of himself enough to know that he acts out on impulse often.

To: [First] 9:55 PM

That sounds better than going out, whatever you want

Even if watching you squirm in an attempt to validate your previous words is tempting, he wants to affirm your plans as fast as he can. The mere thought of being alone with you is enough to cause his heart to beat at an unhealthy rate, a grin stretching across his face.

He would have every aspect of you then. All of your attention would be on him, all of your cute idiosyncrasies on display for him and him alone. Shigaraki wouldn’t have to concern himself with a Hero randomly appearing and exposing him, or deal with the looks he got in public for his shrouded appearance.

It’d only be you.

His hand grips his phone tighter in excitement, vision growing blurry.

You, you, you, you, you, you--

From: [First] 9:57 PM

aa what a relief *:ﾟ*⋆ฺ(*´◡`) i’ll have to think of a good date!

From: [First] 9:58 PM

tomo-kun... thank u for everything. i like talking to u

Shigaraki inhales through his nose sharply, unsure if he read the words displayed on his phone right. He reads it once, then twice. Three times. Then four.

From: [First] 10:00 PM

i’m a lil sappy aren’t i? hopefully u dont mind. i was just thinking that i can really be myself around u. u always listen to me and never complain about my rambling, it just makes me happyyy ー( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

From: [First] 10:03 PM

i’ve been called annoying a few times. it’s probably true but u never make me feel like im bothering u. idk why im saying all this lmaooo

How anyone could degrade you in that manner is beside him. He would kill anyone if they spoke about you like that, but Shigaraki realizes that wouldn’t be a comforting sentiment to send right now. Ah, shit. How do you comfort people again? It’s not exactly his forte...

To: [First] 10:08 PM

You’re fine, don’t worry

To: [First] 10:08 PM

It’s nice talking

Shigaraki’s fingernails begin to scrape against the sensitive skin of his neck, his lip being gnawed at relentlessly. Will you find this off putting? Should he have said something else? Or did he say too much and weird you out. If you ever were to reject him in any form, even he is unsure of what he’d do.

From: [First] 10:10 PM

tomo-kuuuuuuun (´;︵;`)

From: [First] 10:10 PM

thank u, it means a lot. i should probably head off soon... it’s getting late

From: [First] 10:11 PM

goodnight <333 thank u for today! i’ll talk to u tomorrow and we can game if ur up to it!

Ceasing his harmful actions, Shigaraki pulls his hand away to respond. Ignoring the warmth of blood traveling down his neck, he hurriedly types a response to you.

To: [First] 10:11 PM

Goodnight [First]

From: [First] 10:12 PM

o(≧∇≦o)

He thinks he might be in love after all.

#tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki imagine #yandere tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura imagine #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #bnha imagine #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #yandere bnha #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia #my stuff

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trivialoveclub · 3 years

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2020 Year in Review!

hey! i was tagged by the absolute angel that is ⚘ @unefleurofferte ⚘(tysm my love! 💞) for this 2020 tag! first off (even tho it's the middle of january already 🤡) i wanted to wish everyone a happy new year! not to get sappy 💀 but even tho i don't rlly talk/interact that much, it brings me a lot of happiness seeing u guys on my dash 🥺💗 i genuinely am supporting and rooting for you all and i wish u guys all the love and kindness in this new year bc you deserve it babes 💖

Rules: answer the questions about 2020 and tag some people to pass it on!

5 Fav Films You Watched in 2020

🎬 Soul (2020) "Your spark isn't your purpose. That last box fills in when you're ready to come live."

🎬 Onward (2020) "I never had a dad, but I always had you."

🎬 Klaus (2019) "A true selfless act always sparks another."

🎬 Diecisiete (2019) "You think I'd be doing all of this if I had no heart?

Maybe you're trying to get it back."

🎬 East Side Sushi (2014) "You know behind every great restaurant here, there are great latinos, in the back, in the kitchen, hidden. Prepping the food and making you all look good. Well, I don't want to be in the back anymore."

5 Fav TV Shows You Watched In 2020

📺 Like in The Movies (2020) "Do you ever feel like you're not the protagonist of your own story?"

📺 Given (2019) "Do you have anyone you like, Haruki-san? If that person suddenly disappeared from this world, what would you say?"

📺 Banana Fish (2018) "My soul is always with you."

📺 Masterchef Junior (2013-) Not a quote but Gordon Ramsay always says the dishes has "finesse" and now i can't stop saying it in everything 😭

📺 Next in Fashion (2020)

5 Fav Songs You Listened To In 2020

🎶 UGH! : BTS 🎶 "You're allowed to be angry, but bothering someone else's life, I don't like"

🎶 Fuyu No Hanashi : Given 🎶 "Just like the snow that hasn't completely melted in the shade I continue on with these feelings inside of me."

🎶 So Beautiful : DPR Ian 🎶 "My love is turning kinda gray / My heart is looking the other way."

🎶 PSYCHE : Joohoney 🎶 "All of the world pay attention"

🎶 Stay Tonight : Chungha 🎶 "Tell me what you wanna do, run away or stay tonight"

Top 5 Albums of 2020

💿 Map of The Soul 7 : BTS

UGH! ⏯ Black Swan ⏯ Inner Child

💿 Fatal Love : Monsta X

Sorry I'm Not Sorry ⏯ Nobody Else ⏯ Guess Who

💿 Ungodly Hour : Chloe x Halle

ROYL ⏯ Forgive Me ⏯ Lonely

💿 Mixtape [ PSYCHE ] : Joohoney

PSYCHE ⏯ Intro (Ambition) ⏯ DIA

💿 Chromatica : Lady Gaga

Replay ⏯ Sour Candy ⏯ Alice