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i've been busy the whole day, so i just now got around to watching s4 ep2 of black butler, and i—

hit me with it.

why do you look like a kicked puppy? my pussy's right here to make u feel better!!!

fuck me.

just go ahead and take the thing off for me hm?

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT

IDC HOW BASIC THIS TROPE IS, RAIL ME IN THE CONFESSIONAL RN. RIGHT. NOW. MY PUSSY IS WET AND READY FOR DEMON DICK.

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony,vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling.teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, ip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.

I NEED HIM!!

+ bonus, a pretty boy

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hi im bored so here’s random text w yanagi akane, miyamura izumi, and iura syu

akane:

izumi:

syu:

these are mediocre. i like it tho. y’all can request more horimiya text fics, it’s not guaranteed that I’ll do it but if i do do it, congratulations!

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🥑| hello, all! today i have some hxh texts for a change! feel free to drop ideas for smaus in the comments for any fandom i write for, however, formal requests are closed until further notice!!

reader (s/o) sending them cursed images 😭 ft. killua, gon, and kurapika!

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hihi! i saw ur requests were open and i was wondering if u could do killua and gon with a reader whos a silly, clumsy, and kinda dumb mf <3

except readers very powerful, on level or even more than them bc reader is a boss fr 🙏

this can be hcs or a oneshot or whatever u want!

(SORRY IF THIS MAKES NO SENSE LMFAO)

☘️~ DW POOKIE I UNDERSTOOD U PERFECTLY!! thanks 4 requestingg ily <33

gn!reader

𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐰 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 <𝟑

୨⎯ 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 ⎯୧

killua usually doesn’t have a lot of patience for people with your personality , but he’s honestly seen what you’re actually capable of so he’s more like.. weirded out

as in like, killua knows you’re crazy powerful and generally super capable- so how the hell do you literally manage to trip over every minor obstacle in your path

but tbh gon has kinda warmed him up to those kinds of people. outside of battle situations it’s basically him making sure you and gon don’t get kidnapped or killed or something

and the contrast between your personality during battle and your personality on just a regular day chilling with him and gon is like insane to him. one minute you’re covered in blood and utilizing blazing nen in ways he didn’t even realize were possible, and next you’ve pulled up like a really stupid meme or picture of a cat on your phone and just giggling like an idiot while showing him (and very much still bloodied).

killua asked you about it once and you just kinda gave him that thousand yard stare and he was just like… nvm

apparently your higher functions just shut off after a certain time 😭😭

but back to the clumsy part. because it’s genuinely insane how careless you can be on a daily basis. worse than gon.

“watch out for the fucking pole, y/n!”

“are you even paying attention?”

“what the hell did you even just trip over, you dumbass? there’s nothing even there.”

“holy shit can you be careful for once??”

“I literally watched you take down 10 chimera ants without breaking a sweat and you can’t even pull a push door, you idiot?”

“no, i’m not letting go of your arm because that’s the tenth time you’ve tripped in the past fifteen minutes. you’ll probably kill yourself if i don’t hold your ass up.”

“way to go, dumbass, now you cut your leg. maybe you’ll be less stupid next time” (while begrudgingly fixing you up)

along with being clumsy you can be super absent-minded and get distracted easily. like gon and killua will just be walking and talking and then suddenly stop and realize you stopped like ten feet ago to stare at absolutely fucking nothing.

when they backtrack to get you they’ll be like “wtf are you staring at” and you’ll just snap out of a daze and they’ll realize you weren’t even staring at anything in particular, you just…zoned out😭😭😭

“y/n. y/n? hellooooo? ugh… nevermind.”

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐠𝐨𝐧 ࿐ྂ

we all know gon isn’t actually the silly, slightly air headed kid from the early days of hxh, obviously- but when he’s just with you and killua and there isn’t any danger, you both basically act the same way. believe me yall got killua stressinggg 😭😭

u guys just fuel each others’ silly antics. and while he isn’t as clumsy as you can be, when u guys are together you guys r genuinely a two man wrecking team. you guys are constantly doing silly and sometimes stupid stuff and not at all focusing.

far too many times you both have been walking or running beside each other and just stumbled over each other’s feet and fell to the ground like actual idiots.

you and gon both have the same tendency to get distracted easily. so basically the same scenario from killua’s hcs but you and gon lmfao

he’ll be walking looking at his phone or something and realize the both of you aren’t even beside him anymore.

“y/n? gon? where… you gotta be kidding me. guys. what the hell are you even looking at?!”

little Christmas head canon- you guys absolutely knocked down the tree at least twice.

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𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚

Headcanons | Killua Zoldyck x Gn!Reader w/Candy-based Nen (Reader has nen that has something to do with candy (EX. hard candy, caramel, chocolate, etc.)

♡ Once he found out you can summon candy at any moment in time, he's asking for choco robots or whatever the hell he's obsessed with lolz

♡ He finds it so cool how you just, throw a piece of candy at the enemy -- who then becomes confused and gets knocked out cause the candy was an explosion

♡ Like??? He wants that Nen please and thank you

♡ He will annoy and pester you until you give him the candy he wants

♡ Of course, if it makes you uncomfortable or you're too tired/out of nen to do so, he'll stop

♡ Despite being his candy supplier, he will still tease you

♡ But all you have to do is threaten to take away his free, unlimited candy supply and he'll stop

♡ He doesnt want his free unlimited candy to be taken away!! He cant live without it!

♡ Due to your Nen, he finds you sweet. No not your personality, but like, your aura is sweet

♡ He doesnt understand why he thinks that, but he does

♡ Your aura tastes like sweet candy, and he loves it

♡ Due to this and a few other things he likes to hang around you

♡ Seriously tho he loves you to death and would do anything for you

♡ Especially if he gets rewarded with free candy afterward

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⌕ kuroshitsuji - sebastian michaelis.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Yandere!villains are destined to die x f!reader

synopsis. You wake up as a maid for the Eckhart house, the only thing is, you're the adopted daughter's maid. Penelope Eckhart. You had been playing a game 'Daughter of the Duke, Love Project' you'd finished normal mode and started hard mode yet you died, being accused of Yvonne's murder. You felt confident that you could breeze through this, living but there was something off. Penelope Eckhart's personality has completely flipped.

And I thought that I could depend on knowing your secrets and yet... you're different... - ????

note! I think its a slow burn and the Yandere is mild

Chapter one - I

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Yandere!villains are destined to die x f!reader

notice! This book can be read as gn or m reader but I personally envision the reader as a female, however, there are no particular pronouns but maybe some actions that are more feminine.

synopsis. You wake up as a maid for the Eckhart house, the only thing is, you're the adopted daughter's maid. Penelope Eckhart. You had been playing a game 'Daughter of the Duke, Love Project' you'd finished normal mode and started hard mode yet you died, being accused of Yvonne's murder. You felt confident that you could breeze through this, living but there was something off. Penelope Eckhart's personality has completely flipped.

You shocked up from the bed, panting heavily. You looked around. You hadn't been here before yet it felt familiar. You looked more closely at your surroundings, stepping out of the bed to look out the window.

It's the empire from that game... No... This can't be

You shook your head, half expecting this to be a dream and that you would wake up. But you didn't, you were still here in this dark, small room. You lightly slapped your cheeks and when that didn't work either, you hit harder. You wanted to feel the comfort of your own room, your own bed. Instead of that, all you felt was the sharp stinging of the impact slowly fading away leaving you with only the hard reality. This fictional life, one that did not belong to you was now the one that you are in.

- ♥ -

After a while of trying to fall back asleep, you realized that you couldn't, so you decided to be productive. You lit a candle, deciding that you would be productive and decide how you were supposed to behave at this house, a house that seemed to be noble. You'd looked in the mirror a while back and after a while of staring at your reflection, a shard of your memory drifted back. You were a minor maid at house Eckhart.

The maid who's body you were in was a minor character, not much mentioned but the part that this maid played the most part in was with the character Penelope Eckhart. You were the maid that had stood with her even after she had been accused of poisoning the Duke's youngest daughter.

So, in order to survive without either of the male leads or your mistress killing you (not that they could kill a maid before you were charged for maligning nobility and all the other laws in the Eorkan Empire), you must simply play your part and serve the lady Eckhart as you were meant to.

Soon after you had scribbled your thoughts down, the sun had risen. So you stood up off you desk to prepare for the day.

- ♥ -

"Miss, it's time to wake up" The brunette maid spoke to the pink head still sleeping on the bed as she slowly woke up.

knock knock

"... Come in."

You slowly walked into the room, you had arrived to the side of the brown haired maid, Emily, if you recall correctly. Once you finally started taking in your surroundings, you noticed the quality of water that laid on the table beside Penelope. You instinctively reached to change the water but stopped at the sight of your mistress flinching. She rolled up her sleeves just for the three women in the room to be met with the sight of needle marks on her forearm.

You let out a small gasp before stepping forwards towards Penelope seemingly concerned.

"Miss! Are you alright?"

She didn't answer you but she shot her head in Emily's direction. It looked like she tried speaking but stopped, still in a state of distress.

"The bath is ready. Do wash up please, Miss." The brunette haired maid spoke calmly, looking down. Yet when she looked up towards her mistress, a mocking smile was found on her face.

Ah... Did I just get ignored...? You sighed eternally. You hoped that you could have done something yet ended up being completely ignored by both Emily and Penelope, and now, you'd have to leave the room to let your mistress wash up.

From the outside of your mistress' room, you found the food that Emily was about to serve to Penelope. There really wasn't much that you could do but you could at least try, so you put on a calm face and faced the brunette.

"Emily." "Yes?"

"Are you planning to serve this to our mistress? This food is not proper for a duke's daughter. The duke Eckhart could punish you." You said, maintaining eye contact with your fellow maid. A sound of the door beside you creaked open. "Is there a problem?" "No miss." Both maids replied, heads bowed down. You tried grabbing the plate of rotten food away from Emily's grasp but at this point, it was too late, you could no longer stop her from serving the food.

Emily neatly put the rotting food along with a cup of tea on a red checkered cloth.

"Here Miss, sit down. You must be hungry."

With the personality that you'd known the Daughter of the Duke Eckhart had, you expected that you'd have to clean up a fork from the floor or pick up a table after she threw a tantrum. You were definitely mentally prepared for anything but this. She sat in silence and ate the food as you merely stood there in shock, watching her gag slightly as she ate the rotten food.

When she reached the point where she almost vomited, you moved to a spot behind Penelope's chair, grabbing her wrist lightly.

"Miss, you shouldn't continue eating this." You said, brows furrowed, looking at her in concern. You really did hope that she would eating, this wasn't at all good for her health but right at that moment, the young lord; Reynold Eckhart walked in to the room.

"What's going on here?"

He walked up right behind you who was still softly gripping Penelope's wrist, from an angle where he couldn't see anything on the table, he said,

"Hey, what's wrong with..." His voiced trailed off as the table reached his view.

"What in the... ?!" He stared at the food placed on the table with a few small bites in them. He looked up then glared at both you and Emily.

"You were feeding this to her?" His tone was cold enough to freeze your blood on the spot. You had done nothing and you weren't prepared to die yet! You closed your eyes prepared for the impact of either a sword at your throat or guards grabbing you, your ears completely filtering out other words. When you opened your eyes, you were only met with Emily screaming.

"Young Master, no! It wasn't me! I-I wasn't!"

"Get out. Now."

Σ(っ °Д °;)っ Please don't plagiarize this

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mdzs incorrect quotes:

The bunnies that WWX gifted LWJ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Wei Wuxian: Do you think they're doing tha-

Lan Wangji: THEY'RE BOTH MALE.

Wei Wuxian: That doesn't stop us though.

Lan Wangji: ... ------------------------------------------------------------------------

i thought abt this last night and wrote it down on a sheet of paper lmao

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<3

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The long-haired anime guy of the day is:

Jesus

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'MY LIFE BEFORE YOU' MULTI

summary. how jjk men fall in love with single-mom reader .ೃ࿐

cw/ tw. fem!reader, fluff, domesticity, brief mentions of pregnancy, mild hurt/ comfort, pining, original child characters, aged-up characters, boss/ employee relationship, mildly suggestive toward the end

featuring. gojo, yuuji, sukuna, megumi, nanami

an. hello, this is an updated repost from my @/satorini blog:3 enjoy! reblogs are appreciated!

✢ GOJO

Being a single mom has its ups and downs, especially when it comes to dating. You can easily recount the times you sat across from a date who looked like they ate something sour after the mention of your daughter, how they paused, spine going stiff—never keen on the type of baggage that comes in small packages.

So it’s only natural to expect the same with Gojo when you tell him on the first date in the back of a coffee shop, wincing internally with a tight grip around your cup. You wait for the awkward laugh, the promise to call you later, even though they never do. 

But then he surprises you.

He smiles—that same one that filled your belly with butterflies the first time you ran into him in the elevator at work—his gaze unexpectedly soft, and he asks, “What’s her name?”

You sip your coffee to distract yourself from that fluttery feeling in your chest. “Ma—um, her name’s Mai.”

Your heartbeat doesn’t slow for hours after that date; you admit you hadn’t expected him to take it in full stride.

Almost two years later, sometimes you still can’t believe it—how he fits so effortlessly in your life, that he’s shown you time and time again that he has no problem treating your daughter like his own.

He calls her princess and treats her like one, too. One day, you walk into the living room to find Mai putting clips in Satoru's hair and unicorn stickers on his face, letting her ramble about her day at daycare (because the afternoon reading circle is apparently very eventful for a bunch of four-year-olds).

On the days he’s off work, you have to keep the fridge stocked with food, or else they’ll eat nothing but sweets all day. And when he does cook, he'll have a chair pushed up to the counter for Mai to see and help—though your kitchen is often left a total mess afterward.

It’s after dinner, Mai tucked into bed, his arms curled around your waist while you scrub a pot, a thumb tracing your abdomen—sweetheart, what if we had another?—and you let yourself think about it. Can’t help it.

This time, you won’t be alone in a delivery room, Satoru’s large hands comfortingly wrapped around yours before holding his newborn for the first time, one with Satoru’s smile and maybe your eyes. Another set of small feet running down the hall for cuddles in the morning… 

You reach down and cup his hand, despite it being covered in sudsy dishwater, though he doesn’t seem to care.

“I think…I think I’d like that.”

✢ YUUJI

He’s always been your best friend; since that time you fell off the swingset when you were six and after you found out you were pregnant and never heard anything back from the father. 

It's possibly the best and worst thing that could have happened to you. 

The best because he’s there for you until the twins come screaming into the world; it’s no surprise they’re just as drawn to his sunny personality as everyone else. Yuuji becomes a shadow at your side in the weeks after, becoming somewhat of a quasi-parent even though you never asked him to, which is why it’s the worst.

Those easy smiles are slowly replaced by the feeling of your heart trembling in your chest whenever you catch him hastily tripping up the stairs to the nursery to wake the twins from their nap. Or when he takes the three of you to the park for a picnic and spends the entire time staring at one of the sleeping little boys on your chest as if they’re doing cartwheels.

You try not to think about it too much unless you want to risk losing Yuuji, to crumble whatever solid foundation your friendship sits on. Plus, why would he want to settle with a single mom anyway?

You’ve seen the girls he’s dated, and none of them walk out of the house wearing a sweater covered in baby food stains, pretty, willowy girls who put a little more effort into their appearance than you have in months. 

And the sadder, more obvious answer is that there’s no way he feels the same about you—sweet, whole-hearted Yuuji who’s friendly to strangers and always willing to help wherever he’s needed. 

You’re no different.

There’s some truth to that, which rapidly disintegrates as the months go on. You can no longer ignore how Yuuji lights up whenever someone accidentally mistakes him for the twin’s father or mentions how cute your family is.

It’s easy to imagine until you’re so wrapped up in thoughts that make you bite back a smile—of coming home to Yuuji napping with the twins on the couch, quiet evenings snuggled up under soft blankets on the couch, kissing him when he leaves for work in the morning—that you nearly miss what he says to the sweet old man who’s been giving Yuuji unsolicited parenting advice, “Maybe she’ll actually say yes when I ask her to marry me someday.”

He’s not looking at you when he says it, but you see how his smile reaches his eyes (soft as if he’s inserted himself into the same future you thought of), and for a moment, you allow yourself to hope. 

✢ SUKUNA

He’s never been the type to want kids of his own, and yet he couldn’t turn a blind eye when you call him nearly two months since that night at his brother’s birthday party—hazily remembering you telling him you’re one of Yuuj’s friends before he took you back to his place—to tell him you’re pregnant.

“You don’t have to be there. I just thought you should know,” you say wetly.

“Jesus—” he sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face. He doesn’t think the employee breakroom at the gym is the right place to have this conversation. “Listen, don’t cry. I’ll be there, alright? Whatever you need.”

Sukuna at least thought he’d actually be with the person he has a kid with. Over the next four years, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

There’s a lot that’s undesirable about the situation, like the fact that every time he walks out of his room, he always ends up stepping on Legos because you insist on buying Hana more and leave them at his place, or that he can't eat anything these days without a small hand reaching out for his food.

But the one thing that really makes his blood curdle is whenever he has Hana for the weekend, and she rambles through a mouthful of mac n’ cheese about how you and Yuuji took her to the park, with more stories about Yuuji this and Yuuji that.

He should be grateful his brother is such a doting uncle, yet he grinds his teeth the longer his daughter prattles on.

Out of everything, this is the one thing he chooses to find an issue with: high-school sweetheart Yuuji, pictures of him found in frames all over your house; helpful and supportive, perfectly polite, always-nice-to-be-around-Yuuji who everyone gravitated towards, even you, it seems.  

He tells himself it’ll go away eventually, that strange pit of jealousy festering in his chest like an open wound. It doesn’t.

Sukuna spends so much time thinking about it that he’s thoroughly annoyed by the time you stop by to pick up Hana for the week. 

“Did you guys have a nice weekend? You seem…” Of course, you’d pick up on his shitty mood. “Upset.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbles, hoping you’ll leave it alone.

You don’t.

“Listen, if this is about Friday, I told you Yuuji’s okay dropping her off.”

“I bet he is,” Sukuna sneers, shoving the last of Hana’s Legos into her bag.

You huff. “What is your problem?”

“Nothing, but I have a feeling you’ll run back to Yuuji and tell him about it anyway.”

“Are you seriously jealous of your brother?”

He scoffs but doesn’t answer.

“If you want to be with me so badly, just say it.” You put your hands on your hips. “Go on, say it.”

Obviously, you’re joking (at least, maybe a little, the unsure smile on your face wavering), but he’s not.

In the end, he breaks first. Wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, he presses his mouth to yours, fingers flexing at your little gasp. When he breaks the kiss, panting a little, he says, “I want to be with you, and I want to raise my fucking kid with you. Happy?”

There’s a scandalized gasp, and he looks down to find Hana standing there with her sandals on the wrong feet, blinking up at him with round eyes. 

“Daddy, that’s a bad word.”

“Listen here, brat—” you pinch his side. “Ow.”

✢ MEGUMI

He admits he doesn’t know what he’s doing, not when it comes to being a parent. The best-dad-of-the-year didn’t exactly exist in his household growing up, considering his dad was never really around.

There’s a learning curve when it comes to four-year-olds and what they’re interested in; he discovers this the hard way when he bores your son to sleep by talking about mundane adult topics. He thinks you’re only trying to make him feel better by saying Rin never takes naps for anyone.

It festers, that feeling of inadequacy, between daycare pick-ups and co-parenting with Rin’s father—who happens to be a pediatrician, no less, while Megumi’s been working the same dead-end desk job for almost a decade—until he has his first win on a trip to the beach.

He teaches Rin how to make sand castles the way he and Tsumiki used to when they were kids. That’s apparently enough to win your son over, and he doesn’t know how to react the first time Rin calls him dad—second dad, he tells his teacher at school, but still dad. He thinks he might’ve looked at you in shock while soft giggles escaped your lips.

There’s still that underlying need to prove himself: to you, to Rin. That he can get along with your ex-husband and figure out the ins and outs of being a parent now that another set of feet will be waking him up in the middle of the night.

He would never admit it out loud, but Megumi can’t help the way his heart beats a tattoo into his ribcage at the glimpse of the engagement ring adorning your left hand as you drink your coffee—proof that you are willing to be his for as long as you’ll have him, and that…does something to him. It has him thinking about you holding a bouquet, of you smoothing that same hand over a steadily growing belly.

Every day, it amazes him how something so small—something that used to have no real purpose at the back of his sock drawer until you let him slip it onto your finger—can hold his whole future in its shining stones and delicate silver band.

Sometimes, Megumi can’t wrap his head around the fact that you still want him even though he’s still figuring things out, and his words don’t come out sappy like in those romance novels you enjoy so much—that he isn’t the best with feelings, yet he tries so hard to be a little more vulnerable for you.

It took him so many years to realize that this is what being in love feels like, and he’d be an idiot if he ever let you go.

“Megumi,” you say softly, noticing that he’d stopped making breakfast. “Are you okay?”

He brings his gaze up from your hand to meet your wide doe eyes. So pretty, he thinks, and all his. His mouth quirks into a not-quite smile, helping Rin pour more batter onto the skillet. “Yeah. Better than okay.”

✢ NANAMI

The first time he meets you, one of the associates for his company introduces you as his wife—a fresh-eyed college student who’s more concerned about staring at other women at the business function than the beautiful one on his arm—and he kindly shakes your hand, watching you give such devoted attention to a man undeserving of it.

What would it be like to be loved like that?

A few years trickle by before he sees you again, except this time, there’s no ring on your finger, and you’re in the middle of walking into his office for an interview with a little boy balanced on your hip.

“Sorry, my babysitter called in sick, and I couldn’t find a replacement in time—Oh.” It’s in that small moment between closing the door and hauling a diaper bag up your shoulder that you recognize him, too. “I didn’t realize you were the one doing the interview.”

He arches a brow. “No?”

“Sorry…again. I didn’t mean it like that, and I’m usually not this unprepared.” You set the toddler down on the floor and straighten out your skirt, giving him a shy, pretty smile.

Nanami swallows and gestures to the seat in front of his desk. “He can stay.”

While he asks you questions, your son—Haru, he learns—keeps busy with a coloring book you give him, and before you leave after the interview, he silently proffers Nanami a sheet of paper filled with yellow and green crayon squiggles. 

He tacks it to the corkboard wall next to his desk.

When you start working as his office assistant, he never brings up the topic of your ex-husband. It’s obvious the man doesn’t care about his family, anyway—not when you show up most days looking worn out. 

It starts to burn in his chest, the way your eyes drop sometimes, the little reassuring nod he’ll catch you giving yourself after what must’ve been a rough morning. 

Nanami knows he’s in way over his head when he asks you out for coffee; how surprised he is you say yes, which leads to more dates until he slowly finds that smile of warm devotion aimed in his direction.

Eventually, your things fill the empty spaces in his home, and the spare room in his house becomes a nursery. His once quiet mornings of reading the paper are now pleasantly disrupted by the smell of pancakes and Haru trying to climb into his lap to read with him. 

The first time Haru asks for Nanami after a nightmare—rubbing his wet eyes while standing near Nanami's side of the bed in his shark pajamas, sans one sock, until Nanami scoops him up and deposits him between you—he winces (because he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s taking something away from you) before he notices the soft smile curling your mouth. 

He can’t pretend to fully understand why you ever agreed to that first date when the odds weren’t terribly in his favor, but he has a long time to learn, and right now, he’s focused on other things.

"Quiet, dove,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “You're going to wake the baby..." 

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maybe cain wldnt have killed abel if they had video games to healthily channel the violence between siblings. unfortunately back then the only smash brothers they had was smash brothers head in with a rock

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WAIT WAIT WHY DO IVAN AND TILL LOOK LIKE LU GUANG AND XIAOSHI

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I saw round 6 in my notifications I watched it and now I think im going through an alien stage phase. I love them all. I'm obsessed

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- ren, your local midget

[frosted-hyacinth]

Movies!

Feat. rin itoshi

Tags. fluff, more fluff

cw. its very short, (if there are any more, please let me know)

little drabble I made while listening to true crime...

You sat on the floor watching tv near your front door, patiently waiting for your boyfriend to come home. You had gone out to buy buckets of snacks and came up with a relatively large list of studio Ghibli movies they you could binge with him once he came back.

But now you were getting impatient. Rin had sent you a message earlier that he was coming home and you’d been patiently waiting for… a while but its been 10 minutes. You pouted at the tv, grabbing the remote and turning it off. You held a plushie in your hands and rolled around the floor, staring emptily at the roof. You waited for the jingling sound of keys unlocking the door until you finally heard it. the door slowly creaked open. You jumped up off the floor, abandoning the plushie that had been keeping you company in Rin’s absence.

“I've missed you” You whined, nuzzling his neck, inhaling his scent. you got off to let him in the apartment and to go change but shortly after, you dragged him into the bed and snuggled back to him. clicking around with the tv remote finding your long, long list of movies.

“Rinnieee, I think I like all these movies but we don't have time to watch them all, you can choose some to watch today.”

He let out a soft breath and the edges of his lips curled up, not much but enough for you to notice. “We can make time for them all” You squealed into the blankets, legs kicking around, a smile creeping onto your face along with a blush that turned your ears pink. you very slowly poked your head back out from underneath the blankets, staring at Rin, smile still on your face.

“Can…” you asked hesitantly “...we really watch them all?” Rin nodded. You quickly clicked on the first movie on your list, Howls Moving Castle, and with that, you grabbed the bucket of snacks, placing it between you and Rin. you grabbed a mocha pocky and started playing the movie. you snuggle against Rin's shoulders and munched on the pocky sticks much like a rabbit.

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Once you finished watching half of your playlist of movies, your eyelids started getting droopy. Once you started watching Princess Momonoke, you soon fell asleep. Rin noticed and turned off the tv, tucking you to bed, the two of you slowly drifting asleep with you in Rin's arms.