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seishiroh · 1 year

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— it felt like the world / nagi seishiro x reader.

— hurt/comfort (i think). light angst (real). established relationship & break-up. timeskips. pro-player!nagi.

when you were seventeen, figuring out that nagi seishiro didn't mind you at all felt like the world.

when you hand him your heart on a silver platter and his gaze is warm and he replies okay, (like you're meant to understand what okay even means) there's a brush of pink on his cheeks.

he takes your hand because you're walking home together, pauses, then speaks, "i don't know how to be a boyfriend though…"

your answer is a smile, like you're happy enough just to be with him.

"just be yourself, nagi." you say.

he can do that—be himself. it's easy and being with you is easy, too. being with you feels nice, even if he isn't quite sure how to describe it—that should be enough for now. thinking too much about it is too much of a hassle anyway.

it's enough for quite a long while, actually. up until he's inside the blue lock building and reo is persuading him to stay.

"this is lame, though. i'd rather go home to y/n," he says.

but ego jinpachi and reo knew exactly just what to say to keep him in blue lock. after that, you're stuck with occasional calls and a few texts.

even with this, even just a little bit, nagi starts feeling like he's a world away. it’s probably the puppy love of it all, that you want more of his time with you. you're reckless enough to let that thought slip through when you're talking to him.

"what if you get eliminated, though?"

"hmm? s'not possible, reo won't let that happen…" and nagi sounds so sure of himself, all the time.

"you'll be gone for much longer, then?"

"i guess. training is such a pain. i just want to sleep and play games with you."

you laugh a little, silently, because he sounds so sleepy teetering the edge of knocking out.

"i wish they'd let you out, though. even just for a day… you feel so far away…" you trail off, the silence follows you, and you think he's finally asleep.

you wish him goodnight before hanging up, before the corners of your lips quiver into a frown.

it takes nagi two days.

two days after your last call, there's a knock on your door just as you finish watering choki.

when you open your front door and find your boyfriend standing there, phone blaring with the sound of his game, eyes trained to the screen—you can't help but hold your breath. there’s an echo of game over through the speakers of his phone before his grey eyes finally meet yours.

then, nagi smiles. he slips his phone inside his pocket, places his hand on top of your head, then leads you inside as if he owned the place.

but ah, well… with the love you had for him, you’d probably let him have all that was yours anyway.

all you get is a day with him, but it's enough for you to feel like your chest is expanding, like you're full of affection just for him. he seems different already from your time apart, but it's a good different and you're happy for him.

he's cuddled up against you and you feel like this is all you'll ever want—him. you've only been together for a few months and he seems rough around the edges, but you're starting to understand that nagi's love language is the way he's always touching you and pressing soft kisses against your skin like he's constantly telling you, silently letting you know, that he loves you.

but all you get is a day, then he's back in blue lock. the next time you see him is in the bleachers of their match against the JPN U-20 team and you're nothing short of captivated. it feels surreal to see him in the field like this, beaming with energy—he looks like he belongs with the stars, like he's exactly where he's meant to be.

there’s no question about him going pro. he will. and even when he starts feeling like he’s worlds away again, you couldn’t possibly love him less.

until he had to leave you.

you're standing opposite from each other in your living room. you're upset because you don’t want him to go, he can tell, but he's unyielding.

"this is something i want, though," he tells you, just factually, like this is just something you had to accept without a fight.

it's funny, because you had a lot of fight in you, actually. but you wanted him so bad, loved him so much.

in the end, you could only pray that the long distance works.

at twenty-one, nagi leaves you to join a team in england. he leaves you with choki and a promise he'd come back, visit you when he can. but each day spent without him, your chest empties out the affection it had once been full of. it's slow because nagi actually loved you, you knew this. he called as much as he could, he'd tell you to watch him play through the television and once in a while, rare as it is, there's a bouquet of flowers at your front door.

love is enough except when he comes home to you briefly for your anniversary, nagi knows something is wrong. somehow, despite the warmth in your eyes and your happiness that he’s there, you’re privy to his touch.

like he’s completely unfamiliar to you.

it doesn’t stop him from proposing, it doesn’t stop you from saying yes. you keep thinking you don’t want him to slip from your fingertips but nagi knows you’re slipping from his. he moves in with you, you're hopeful again.

it wouldn't kill you if you couldn't hold his hand whenever you want. you think perhaps this is enough. it had to be.

it doesn’t stop him from flying back to england after. he still called as much as he could—but the time difference remains difficult, the press is ruthless with assumptions when nagi's partnered up with models in brand endorsements, and nagi hears less of you when he's too tired from his games. eventually, you stopped picking up every call because you'd rather be busy with your life than wonder what your lover was up to, miles away from you and knowing this wasn't enough.

you realise it when your heart is finally breaking, that you’re asking this over the phone instead of right in front of him.

“my parents have been asking, seishiro… when are we getting married?”

you've been engaged for over a year and no plans have been made—but it’s worse when you’re met with silence. the future blurs further, you’re not sure if you could do this alone anymore because this was his decision. when he said he’d come back, you probably should’ve asked how long he’d be gone from you.

“we can figure it out when the contract ends, planning a wedding's a pain anyway,” he mutters through the phone.

“but i want you home, sei.” and it’s the most honest you’ve ever been to him in the past two years.

“i can’t just leave, though,” he replies. you wonder if he'd ever thought the same two years ago, before he left you.

you wonder if it would be petty of you to ask if he ever thought he couldn't just leave you.

he gets a vacation on the next year, just a year before his contract with manshine city ends. but you’re with him on the couch when he tells you he’s being offered a better contract in spain. that he wants to take it. you want to be happy for him, but the breaking of your heart is loud enough in your own ears. it’s so loud that the words slipping from your mouth are unfiltered and uttered without thought.

“what about us, sei? what about me?”

nagi frowns like he doesn’t understand what you mean.

“it's not like we're in a hurry to get married, y/n. we can just do it whenever.”

“would you leave me then, too?”

"it doesn't matter, we'd still be together." but you couldn't give him the answer he wants and the ring on your finger is starting to feel heavier.

your silence is all that he's met with and the uncertainty frustrates him. if he's honest, realising you might not want to be with him anymore hurts. so instead he asks again, "do we have to figure this out now?"

"you've been away from me for years, sei. when will you come home? or am i just not worth staying around for?"

he stands from the couch, phone in hand, "i dunno, maybe you're not."

he says it so nonchalantly. as if it wasn't enough to break you. you know he's about to walk out the door, leave again.

"i miss you, you know. i want to feel like you still love me… but you're so far away from me," you try while you're watching him shrug his hoodie on, reaching for his keys.

watching him leave.

"you've been saying this for years. you're just being a pain, y/n."

then he's out the door.

one week later and six years of your relationship with nagi runs down the drain.

you wonder what hurts more: letting him go or in another universe, being married to him while you're stuck apart from each other—because leaving you was easy.

your place is rid of nagi's things, it isn't much, he simply loads it up in the back of his car. for either of you, it's yet to sink in.

until you're slipping the diamond ring from your finger, standing in front of him.

"take care, nagi," you tell him with a tight smile, the ring falling into the palm of his hand and an ache settling heavy on his chest.

he hums, eyes trained on the ring he got for you. he says okay and then he's driving off. you're left to wonder where you go from here.

nagi comes back to england early and news of your split is quick.

a few months later, rumours of him taking an offer from a team in spain circulates and your heart hurts again because even if this is how you split up, you wish you could still hear his voice after he wins a game—telling you he's tired, telling you he wishes he could just go home to you.

but nagi doesn't know what to do with himself after every win anymore. when his teammates invite him for a celebratory drink, he comes only because he isn't sure he can handle the frustration of knowing he can't call you, or that you won't pick up even if he did.

he has a few months left with manshine before he could sign a new contract. the frustration never ends though; every moment slipping by him, the ring he keeps on a chain around his neck is a weight heavy with your absence.

he thought that this is what he wanted, that being far from you never really mattered, that it's okay if he couldn't feel you against him anymore, couldn't kiss you like he's telling you he loves you without the words.

he wonders if you felt like this the whole time he's been away for years.

it's a pain that he figures he never wants to feel anymore.

so when the year ends, nagi finds himself at your front door instead of spain.

your door opens and there you are, pretty as ever, eyes bright with a kind of carefree edge to them. but you're pretty, even with the shock painting your face that he'd usually tease you for.

it's all he could think of, that you're so pretty and so, so close to him again and there's so much he wants to say with no idea how to say them.

"nagi… what are you…?"

"i missed you," is the first thing he says. they're words enough to make your lips quiver and eyes sting. "and i'm sorry, i left thinking i'll be fine even if i loved you."

he speaks while he's trying to etch into memory the way you say his name again, so clearly, so softly. you miss him a lot too, you want him back without question, but you think you can't just take him back to let him leave again.

"but you're supposed to be in spain—" you mumble, confused. he's shaking his head before you could finish, a pout settled on his lips.

"i don't want to be there, though. i want to stay here with you, if you let me again..."

"i don't understand, what about soccer?"

"doesn't matter anymore, i could just join the japan u-20. they'll let me do that, right? but everything else is a pain if you're not there." he sounds so sure of himself, like he thought about it everyday since you were gone from him.

it's difficult to process because you've wanted this for so long, to finally have him back to you. it takes you so long that he gets nervous, because what if you don't want him anymore?

he shifts his gaze, suddenly flustered but all the more certain, "i love you, y/n. i'll prove it to you if i have to."

to be honest, nagi isn't sure what he would've done if you didn't want him anymore. perhaps he could've tried his best to win you back, even if it took him too much effort. he'd do it only because nothing truly makes him as happy as he is with you. nothing is that much troubling or that much boring as long as he had you.

it's just you he needs, really.

luckily for him, he doesn't really have to dwell on it—because your warmth engulfs him, your arms around his body.

and he says, finally, "i'm home, y/n."

#nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #:: thread of fate #blue lock angst #BRO HAHAHAHAHHAAH WHAT IS THIS LMFAOOAOAOA #im not sure what this is idk how to feel abt this cause it doesnt feel good enough bUT IT IS WHAT IT IS #bro im never letting myself stop writing for so long again...

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pupkashi · 1 year

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clean linen

satoru’s second favorite scent is your washing detergent

a/n: hi hi ! another piece of reader pampering gojo ?? who would’ve guessed :o can u tell the hidden inventory arc is making me wish i could jump thru the screen give him a big hug ,, anyway inspired from this prompt list, hope u guys enjoy :3

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satoru never has the time to do things for himself, always busy running around. he finds himself surviving off catnaps around campus, usually awoken by an angry yaga or an annoyed megumi. both of which ask him the same question, ‘aren’t you supposed to be teaching?’

it’s not until after the two of you start dating that he finds the joy in having a home. the feeling of peace after you finish sweeping and mopping, the fresh scent of the wall plug in filling his nose that makes him melt into the newly fluffed pillows on the couch.

he finds cleaning days with you cathartic, with each sweep he feels his problems also leaving alongside the dirt and debris. there’s a smile on his face as he unloads the dishwasher, a mix of the loud music on the speakers echoing in his ears alongside your singing. he feels like just satoru, and for a moment as you both sigh happily at the clean state of your home, he feels like it’s only you and him in the world.

so when he comes from a particularly exhausting mission, and hears your singing coming from inside, there’s a small smile on his face.

“honey I’m hooome!” he sing songs, grinning widely when your eyes land on him with sparkling eyes.

“toru!” you call out, wasting no time in wrapping your arms around him, kissing his face and then finally his lips, “how was the mission?” you ask, offering him some of the dinner you’d made a while ago.

“exhausting” he mumbles, flopping onto the couch as you heat up his food. he’s about to drift to sleep when he hears you saying his foods ready, getting up reluctantly before he scarfs his food down.

by the time he’s showered and changed into some shorts he’s ready to sleep, already slipping under the covers. you’re fixing a couple things around the bedroom, things you’d moved when you dusted earlier.

satoru’s nose is flooded by the scent of your laundry detergent, a scent he’s grown to love and feel comforted by.

“d’you just wash these sheets?” he mumbles, face half smushed into the pillow he was laying on. you nod with a smile, speaking up in case his eyes were closed, “i did.”

“they smell nice, and they’re still warm” you could hear the smile in his words, watching as he curled into himself, getting cozier by the second as he nuzzled into the pillow. “you comin’ to bed yet?” his tired words aren’t very loud, but you manage to hear him.

“gonna shower first,” satoru pouts at your response, telling you to hurry so he can finally hold his favorite person in the world.

in your defense you did try to hurry, managing to take the fastest shower in your life and tiptoe back into your bedroom. but satoru was already asleep when you returned.

his chest was falling and rising, the softest snores leaving his lips and hair already sticking every which way. he was hugging a stuffed animal close to his chest, one that he’d won you at an arcade almost a year back.

as quietly as you could, you slipped into bed next to your exhausted lover, gently whispering a ‘goodnight.’ you can’t help but stare at him, a smile on your face as you take in his features.

“you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna kiss me?” he mumbles, one of his eyes opening slightly, a lopsided smile on his sleepy face.

“shut up and c’mere” you giggle, opening your arms. satoru is quick to ditch the plushy, already wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck and breathing in deeply.

“missed you,” his voice is soft and you find yourself melting at the two words. your hand is running through his hair and you kiss his forehead softly.

“missed you too, angel boy” you reply, voice just as filled with affection as his. "now go to sleep, you look exhausted" you smile, brushing his hair away from his face once more before you kiss his nose.

satoru tries to fight back, but all he can muster is a small "nu uh" before his eyelids are too heavy to keep open, and your touch is too relaxing to resist.

the comfort of your warmth and the smell of the freshly washed sheets is enough to make his heart tighten in the best way possible.

he feels at home.

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rubywithecat · 2 years

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When you are drunk

-Eren, Armin, Levi, Porco, Reiner, Zeke, Erwin

(Slightly mature contents warning)

Eren

He would definitely carry you out from the bar and drives you back home.

When you guys arrives home you invite him in and he would not reject it. He will sit down as you shower and clean yourself from the smell of alcohol. He will try to act normal when you came out in your bath robe asking him if he wants some tea.

You could notice he is blushing so you apologize and went to put your clothes on but he grabbed your hands and laid you down in the sofa his strong hands on your waist. “You looks so hot princess” he said.

Armin

He would tell you to stop drinking cuz you are at your limit. But when you can’t stop, he would suddenly held your hands and stood up. “We are going back home, goodnight guys!” He said to other friends. “Armin! I am not done drinking!” You yelled him but he covered your mouths so you couldn’t speak and smiled at his friends to excuse.

He dragged you to his car and helped you with the seat belt. “You are so mean Armin” you told him but eyes closed, relaxing yourself on his Mercedes. He let out a soft smirk. “You wanna know how mean I can be, huh?” He whispered to your ears coming closer to you.

Levi

You came back home drunk and tried to cover up. “You are drunk right?” He asked. You awkwardly laughed. “Haha no way I would be drunk I just drank a little” you lied. He nodded looking you up and down. “Lies r not good u know” he said.

“Come on Levi I drank a little..much okay?” You tried to walk into the bedroom. He blocked you with arms and said “you need to clean yourself first before going to bed” You just ignored him cuz you r too sleepy. “Y/n you really like to test me” he pushed you on the kitchen table. “Levi what are you doing I don’t want this—” He kissed you aggressively. “Like I said lies are not good y/n”

Porco

He would be like “Go home yourself. I told you not to get drunk it’s your fault anyway”. But then he is so worried about you so he pretends like he has no choice. “Gosh..how would you go home being like this. Well then remember that you owe me one ok?” he told you annoyingly and drove you home.

“We got your home now get off the car I have tons of works to do” he said impatiently. You know he doesn’t mean all those and know exactly what he wants so you decided to tease him and grabbed his collar, pulling closer to you. “We are alone in this silent parking lot. Aren’t you afraid I will do smth to you?” You smirked. He looked at you in serious face.

You rolled your eyes in disappoint “You are no fun Porco” you said and opened the car door to get off but he locked the car. “What??” You looked back at him. He smiled not innocently. “I think I’m not the one who has to be afraid of in this situation ” he smirked and held your thigh.

Reiner

You had to go home with him cuz you can’t drive yourself home. He said “Make yourself home. Food are in the fridge and water is over there. Tell me if you need anything” he said and you nodded. Then he suddenly took off his clothes. You watched as you blushed.

He came closer to you and you didn’t know what to do. “Reiner this is my first time..” you were saying. He looked confused and said “Huh?” with his hand grabbing a tv remote behind you.

You were so embarrassed covering your face. “I didn’t say anything” you said shyly. He smiled and gently moved away your hand from your face and lifted your chin up. “Oh I didn’t know you want me to be your first. Don’t worry I will be gentle” he whispered.

Zeke

You were walking to your room back after drinking with your friends when you met him. “R u drunk y/n?” He asked. “No no I’m totally not drunk” you laughed. “Well you better not or you will be punished by superior if you can’t show up to tomorrow training” he said.

“I understand sir” you told him and excused yourself into the room but he held the door. “Are you sure you are fine?” He asked. “Look at you..your chin is so red. Do you want me to believe that you didn’t drink by looking like this?” He frowned. You looked away avoiding eyes contact. He pushed you against the wall and locked the door behind you then kissed you aggressively. “Tell me if you don’t want this” he muttered. You were silent for a while. “I do want this” you said.

Erwin

He would be listening when you were being talkative as you were drunk. He thinks your so cute when you drunk-talk. You suddenly became sleepy after all the talk and yawned.

He would carry you into your bed and said goodnight and kissed your forehead. You put your hands on his neck and pulled him back. “I want to sleep with you together” you told him. He smiled. “Anything you wish for, my queen”

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kazumist · 2 years

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LATE NIGHT SHENANIGANS WITH HIM .ᐟ

✩ — includes: albedo, xiao, kazuha x gn!reader. fluff with a hint of crack if u squint. no cws. wc: 693. reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated!

albedo — !

going to a playground at one in the morning to play on the swings, wandering around a small grocery store with you in the cart and him pushing you, lips meeting as you two smile cheekily at each other, you and albedo do random stuff when you spend time together at this hour.

during the day he will paint or sketch you while at night you two avoid bringing art into your quality time (albedo said it’s to rest his mind from art but you know he’s itching to do a small sketch of you). however, albedo gets more clingy during the night. always using some sort of childish tone that no one (except for you) has heard of before. “let’s go to the playground? i want to sit on the swings.” or something of the like. and he always gets clingy at these moments, wanting your fingers to comb through his hair while he lays on your lap on the grass.

to every second of every minute that albedo gets to spend time with you— he is grateful. he’s grateful because he can love you during every second that he is with you.

xiao — !

late night drives while holding hands (one hand is driving and one hand is holding yours), having movie marathons until the sun slowly starts to rise, watching random tapes and viewing the pictures that he took back then to reminisce the memories, xiao doesn’t really like going out late in the night but if it’s with you then why not?

small whispers of the two of you planning on what to do for your date the next day, xiao tracing constellations on your hands and slightly playing with your fingers as he listens to you ramble, he wasn’t the one to talk a lot. even when you started dating, he doesn’t talk a lot but he listens. and that’s one of the many reasons why you love him.

you two would also try to bake at around midnight, he’d suggest to just buy online but you reminded him that most stores are closed at this hour so there’s no choice but to make pastries yourselves. painting each other with the frosting as you wait for the small cake to bake, running away from him as he chases you around the kitchen. catching you in his arms despite both of you being covered in flour but honestly? no one really cared. it was just the two of you in your little world together anyways. who are others to judge?

“did you check the cake if it’s done?” well, that might be a problem.

kazuha — !

making small origamis, flying around paper planes in empty streets, slow dancing alone while music from his phone played. it gets a bit chaotic with you and kazuha. every late night date is a different one. it’s either you stay inside or go out doing the most stupid yet cutest things.

there’s times where you go on small staircases and jump down while he catches you, and there’s also times where you two stay at home as he teaches you how to make a paper crane despite it being literally two hours past midnight, and of course there are times where you both just crave food so you eat snacks together while watching shows.

it’s never a dull moment with kazuha. although he seems to be the one who’s laid back and chill at first glance, once you get to know him you’d notice that he tends to be the opposite sometimes. he gets pretty childish and clingy at times too, and you find it endearing to think about how he only becomes like this towards you.

“are you sleepy? we can sleep now if you want.” god, you love it when he talks to you in that tone, it just feels so comforting and soft. you shook your head at him, trying to say no but your eyes slowly closing says otherwise. kazuha chuckles at this before slowly picking you up and bringing you to the bed where you can comfortably sleep.

with a kiss on your forehead, he whispers softly, “goodnight, sleepy head.”

#( writings )#favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #albedo #xiao #kazuha #we dont talk about how long this piece actually took me

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ashrodisiac · 1 year

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M. Tokito x Reader

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M. Tokito x Reader

╰┈─➤ “Goodnight, Mui... Sweet dreams.”

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Muichiro laid his head on your shoulder, yawning softly, tears welling in the corners of his eyes from it. He wiped them away and snuggled closer to you. "'M sleepy." he said, tugging on your clothing. You chuckled, turning to him and entangling your fingers through his long locks. "Then sleep, Mui." you told him. "It's night, too, anyways." The stars in the black sky glinted, and the leaves from the tree above you two were rustling from the gentle wind lulling Muichiro to sleep. It was so quiet, so peaceful, all he could hear was your breathing, soft inhaling and exhaling puffs of air, the way your chest went up and down. He wrapped his arms around yours lazily. "Sleep with me." It wasn't a request, it was a demand. "I'm not sleepy yet." you said, brushing strands away from his face. He frowned at your response. "But I want you to rest with me." "Don't worry, Mui." you smiled, then leaned closer to him, the bark of the tree against your back. "I'll rest with you while you sleep. For now, I'll just watch the sky." He was puzzled, but nodded anyways, and fluttered his eyes asleep. You kissed his cheek as he was in a haze, making him mumble something gibberish and tuck his head just right next to yours. You hummed briefly in contempt, watching him doze off. "Goodnight, Mui..." you muttered. "Sweet dreams."

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GUYS. THIS IS ACTUALLY PROOFREAD!!!!! FOR THE 1ST TIME EVER!! *almost faints*

but like yeah its 2 50 am here and im sleepyy so i decided to write this ahah. hope u likey likey :3 goodnight my prince and princesses, loves and darlings reading out there!

#muichiro tokito #mui #kny muichiro #demon slayer muichiro #muichiro x reader #muichiro tokito x #muichirou #tokitou muichirou #muichirou x reader

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cryonme · 3 years

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—𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙮 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚

— James Potter x GN!Reader

—summary: James being a softie for his sleepy love.

—word count: 640

—tw: literally nothing lol that's a first for me

— a/n: woah woah woah hold on.... Mizery wrote FLUFF??? NO ANGST? NO HURT? JUST FLUFF? crazy stuff happening here people, hold onto your hats! anyway, this is just a sweet little blurb because I haven't written in so long and wanted to give you all a little something! I love u all! xo Mizzy

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“Oi, shut up!” James scolded at his friends before chucking a pillow in their direction, accidentally hitting Sirius right in the face.

“What was tha’ for?!” Sirius whined, throwing the pillow back at James with a pout on his lips.

“Poor thing’s exhausted, quiet down!”

“You’re yelling too, you git.” Sirius grumbled and fell back into his chair, crossing his arms and shaking his head, still annoyed from being hit in the face with a pillow, causing Remus to chuckle.

“S’not funny, Moony.”

“S’a little funny.”

James just scoffed at his two friends and turned his body back to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Now that he had shut up the loud boys, the common room was quiet aside from the sound of the fire cracking in the fireplace, and soft music humming from the record player in the corner of the room. Your legs were swung over James’ lap and you were wrapped tight like a burrito in your childhood blanket you brought with you from home, your face pressed against the curly haired boy’s neck with his head resting on yours, and it was pure bliss.

You’d been working your arse off all week, studying and working on extra credit projects and papers to try and get passing grades in all your classes before the end of the semester, it had been a rough couple of months, and your grades showed for it.

James had been worried sick for you. He found you multiple times in your dorm with your bedside lamp still on, surrounded by papers and still in a sitting position, a half eaten breakfast bar grasped in hand. He was scared you were going to work yourself sick, and you almost had, if he hadn’t worked with Marlene and Lily to lock you out of your dorm to keep you away from your assignments for just one night so you could just relax.

You’d been upset at first, panic bubbling in your chest and tears rising in your pretty eyes, but James brought you to your senses quickly, kissing your head and helping you change into comfortable clothes. You told him you weren’t tired and wanted to sit with him and the marauders for a bit and he gave in, carrying you down to the common room with him, only for you to fall asleep in his arms on the way.

“(Y/n).” James whispered, softly swiping his thumb across your cheek to gently wake you.

You hummed in acknowledgement but didn’t open your eyes.

“Want to go to my bed, love? Much more comfortable there.”

You nodded and James wasted no time standing up with his grip tight on you, giving his friends a quick nod before making his way to the stairs.

“G’night boys.” You mumbled.

“Goodnight, (Y/n)!”

“Get some sleep, darling!”

You smiled softly to yourself and nuzzled further into your boyfriend, reveling in the comfort of the scent of him and the scent of home from your blanket.

“Pretty baby.” James cooed as he laid you down in his bed, quickly discarding his school uniform and throwing the items on the floor and throwing on a pair of sweatpants before quickly jumping under the soft covers with you.

“Thank you, Jamesie.” You whispered before leaving a soft kiss against his collarbone. James replied with a kiss to the crown of your head, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

“M’sleepy love. Get some rest.” He said, his voice feather light as he brought his hands up under your jumper, running his fingers up and down your bare back. You sighed in contentment and let your body succumb to the deep slumber it’s been desperately needing.

Relief washed over James when he realized you were asleep, and he finally closed his eyes to join you in your sleep.

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marism-tr · 3 years

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with my headphones on feat. wakasa

CHARACTER: wakasa imaushi.

CONTENT WARNINGS: minors and ageless blogs DNI. fluff in the first half. phone sex in the second half with pet names (doll, pretty boy). public setting for the phone sex. both of u are simps for each other, but wakasa is the biggest simp.

AUTHOR's NOTES: dedicated to @nugu-saeyo who also beta-read, thank you <3 & @beautifulblhell for beta-reading too! and for the hype and encouragement!!! for @taixju's naughty or nice collab, i'm so sorry this is so late!!! i scrapped the original idea two times before i was okay with this. tags: @tokyoredlightdistrict @http-404-error-unknown

NICE

You’re abroad visiting your family and call him when you’re both about to fall asleep. Well, it’s still bright out in your time zone, but the jet lag has you sleepy enough to take an afternoon nap while he’s preparing to call it lights out for the night. You both couldn’t head to bed, however, without calling each other up on video for your daily check-ins and chats about his day, what he ate, what you’re planning to eat, your itinerary for the day, etc.

You’re both tucked in bed and ready for sleep. You’re lying on your side, holding your phone in front of your face. Wakasa’s lying on his back, with one arm tucked behind his head as a pillow, the other holding his phone above his face to talk to you on FaceTime. You asked him before how he could possibly find that comfortable, but he waved off your concerns, stating that as long as he remembers to put down the phone, he can drift off right to sleep as is. (You think he must be lucky to not know the pain of dropping a phone on his face).

Your video calls with him mainly consisted of you talking about your day and asking him questions while he nods and hums in reply or is answering your questions. It’s a pleasant and relaxing way to unwind to see your loved one’s face before you drift off to sleep.

“I think I’m going to get bubble tea later today. They have this place that does this cheese foam on top too, and it’s sooooo good. You barely see that in Japan. I wonder if I can take one on the plane back home.”

“You’d get held up at the airport then call me while crying that they’re trying to take away your boba. Then probably get banned from the flight for still trying to sneak it on anyways.” Wakasa yawns, and you think it should be illegal for someone to look that handsome while yawning instead of looking like a gaping fish as any average person would.

You can’t help but mirror his yawn, eyelids slowly drooping as you fight off sleep as best as you can. It’s hard, though. You had trouble falling asleep on the plane, in the car, and earlier during your first attempt at a nap, but seeing Wakasa’s face and hearing his voice on the call always relaxes you —even during inconvenient moments like now, when you want to stay up to talk with him as long as you can. You muster as much energy as you can to pout at him. “First, it’s bubble tea. Second, you should be upset too. That means they took away the one I was trying to sneak back for you.”

You can tell he’s getting sleepy from the way he’s holding the phone closer but still not dropping it —lucky him— and you can see his small smile better now. “Awww, I appreciate you for trying, but I’d rather have you here with me than have you stranded abroad for smuggling bubble tea. I’ll try it next time we go together. That sound good?”

His voice sounds good. Better than good. You’ve given up on fighting sleep; eyelids are shut, and Wakasa’s only response to his question are your mumbles and drowsy nods. “Mhmm…”

“Good night, doll.”

“Good night…”

He’s grateful he accidentally hung up the phone when he did, so you can’t witness his pained yelp after dropping the phone on his face. That’s what he gets for trying to give a kiss goodnight to your sleeping face on his screen.

What a simp.

NAUGHTY

You hate to admit that he was right. Actually, you’re not going to tell him that he was. As much as he tries to conceal it, the smug grin that always adorns his handsome face lets you know enough of the ‘I told you so’ that he is no doubt thinking. Your passage through the airport's security checkpoint was mainly uneventful because of Wakasa’s teasing that you’d be fighting security for your boba. Eventually, his words did wear you down and convinced you (not without many tears shed) not to sneak any bubble tea onto your flight.

You shudder in memory of the unfortunate soul who was behind you, who wasn’t as lucky as you to have someone like Wakasa to tell them that it was a bad idea. Then both you and the person behind you wouldn’t have been forced to bear witness to the discarding of multiple full, unopened water bottles.

He’s right. You would’ve gone ballistic if you also lived through a similarly tragic tale with your bubble tea. You send him a quick text and selfie to let him know that you made it through security successfully and how you can’t wait to see him soon.

You check how much time you have remaining until boarding: a solid two hours. You never understood why your family insisted you arrive at the airport so early, but it could be worse. You could’ve been here four hours early like they had initially insisted.

You're in the middle of wandering to a more deserted part of the airport in hopes of finding a comfortable spot to unwind when your phone pings, the unique notification sound set only for Wakasa.

You check the preview on your lock screen. A media message. He probably sent a selfie in reply to yours. Giddy to see his face, you hurry to unlock the screen only to fumble with your phone with a flustered face. By a miracle, you’re able to catch your phone before it meets the floor and you try to steady it again. You look at the image he sent. It's a selfie, alright. But you didn't expect him to be lying naked in bed, with said picture starring his hard cock as the main focal point.

What the fuck is he thinking? What the fuck is he doing? You're not even on your flight yet, and he's already horny! You find shelter in a large stall in one of the nearby empty restrooms and attempt to compose yourself before replying, "What are you doing?!"

"Sending you nudes," is all he responds with. No shit.

Your phone vibrates again, but this time it's a video message. You thank your lucky stars that you already had your earphones in. They’re much appreciated when the video auto-plays and the sounds of his grunts and moans fill your ears as you watch him jerk himself off in the video.

Oh god, this can't be your life. You're in the middle of an airport! You grit your teeth and gather your remaining senses to send another message. "I'm in public! I can't send you anything if that's what you're hoping for!"

But if you’re being honest with yourself, you definitely didn't mind the nudes he sent, just the ill-timing of them. You press down to save the image and video to your growing collection inside your spank bank folder.

Then you hear the telltale sign of the Wakasa’s designated ringtone. You’re cursing internally and want to pick it up just to ask him if he’s serious, but the still-playing ringtone tells you that he very much is. You peek your head outside the stall to make sure the coast is clear, then press the green answer button. Hopefully, you can keep your voice even –

“H-Hello?" God, he can no doubt hear how worked up he's gotten you from the way your voice shakes.

"D-doll, fuck, I miss you—" A moan cuts him off before he can finish his sentence, and the sound has you rubbing your thighs together.

"Wakasa, I can't do this here!" you hiss at him through the phone, and you can hear his muffled groans and the shuffling of sheets. He’s getting off to you nagging at him, isn’t he?

"Mmhmm... don’t worry. Just keep talking. Just need to—nngh!—hear your voice."

You can hear his breaths coming out more ragged and the fwish fwish of his strokes speeding up in the background. You hate how he chooses now to do this; when you can’t even touch him or yourself, but you'll indulge him.

"My pretty boy needs me? Couldn't wait for me to get home?"

"A-Ah, no, I can't wait. Miss you, doll. Mmm—need you with me. W-Wanna be in you."

"You close?"

"Mhm—Oh fuck, oh fuck—"

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead and cum, pretty boy."

His strangled groans of your name are the only sounds filling the air. After a while, you can hear some more shuffling in the background before you hear his voice again, almost crooning, "Your turn, doll."

He can't be serious. You do another quick check again to make sure the coast is clear before replying, "Go on."

#tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #wakasa smut #wakasa x reader #tokyorev smut #wakasa imaushi x reader #fawn’s naughty or nice collab #tokyoredlightdistrictnet #taste of love🍹

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7fckingidiots · 4 years

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can u pls do what the demon bros would do if m/c wrapped themself in a blankie cocoon and just sat on the demon bros' laps like "i sleep here now goodnight."

with each post i write...lucifer becomes softer.....i am so sorry obey me fandom i am weak for him

MC Wrapping Themselves Up In A Blanket Cocoon

Lucifer

was in his office when you came into suddenly holding his entire comforter

wants to question you but before he can you just?? sit in his lap? effectively blocking his view from his desk and literally anything other than you

“MC wha-?”

“Sleep.”

“MC i’m still working...”

“Ok. I’m gonna sleep here now. Night.”

you don’t leave him any room to protest as you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself and close your eyes

he goes still not wanting to wake you

well...technically he can’t do his work like this anyways

wraps his arms around your blanketed form and lays his head against you willing no one to come into his office and see him like this

surprise! mammon does!

bigger surprise! mammon is now hung up in the hallway and you two are asleep in his room

Mammon

doesn’t even recognize you at first because you’ve wrapped yourself in all three of his blankets

he gets COLD leave him alone

thinks you look ridiculous and doesn’t hold back on teasing you

“MC what the hell are ya doing?”

You walk over to Mammon and lean against him. “Sleep. I’m...gonna sleep here now.”

Oh god he’s soft for you

Wants to hold you but his IMAGE!!! Mammon please you have no image

Your weight with the blankets eventually toppled him onto the couch

Welp, guess he’s sleeping now

“C’mon MC, open up! I need some of the blankets too.”

Levi

he’d heard you taking out the blankets from his bath tub but didn’t mind

but then you sat in his lap while he was in the middle of a game and he could barely see the monitor

Tries to adjust slightly because he doesn’t want to bother you but.......Dude......HIS GAME

“Um, uh...MC?”

“Hm?”

“Could you just move down a little more? Please?”

“Mhm. Ok, I sleep here now. Goodnight.”

now his arms are stiff bc he doesn’t want to lay them on you djdjjdjd

highkey likes sitting with you in comfortable silence! there’s no pressure to talk he loves it

makes the mistake of looking at your sleeping face mid level and loses bc oh god......MC cute what the hell

then he realizes your passed out in his lap and jumps waking you up

HE JUST COULDNT BELIEVE IT LEAVE HIM ALONE HES A SWEETHEART

Satan

was reading and saw how tired you looked when you entered his room

watched as you cocooned yourself in his blankets and moved over to him

laughs a little as you sit on top of him, putting his book down

“Comfy?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna sleep here now.”

“Of course my love, want me to read to you as well?”

“Yes please!”

i am so goddam soft for satan u will never understand

reads to you and strokes your hair at the same time so you never even had a chance of actually staying awake

he really loves the fact that you sought him out for comfort it makes him fall a little more in love with you

he still reads out loud even after he knows your asleep

when he finally reaches a nice stopping point, he places down his book and shifts so that you lay on top him

“Goodnight dearest.” He tells you while kissing your forehead.

Asmo

Finds you wrapped up in his blanket upon entering his room

is happy too see you and giggles when you make grabby hands at him

he complies, of course

“Now now, what are you doing here before me, my pet?”

You nuzzle into him. “Was tired. Missed you. I’m gonna sleep now.”

his arms immediately wrap around you tighter and he’s fight back the urge to cover your face in kisses right now

that was so cute to him what the hell

he lays down with you and waits for your breathing to even out so he can finally go and do his nightly routine

practically runs to get back to you because he misses you already

he and his room would always be open to you for whatever you needed

Beel

was raiding the kitchen when he felt your sleepy form lean into him

is confused because you don’t wrap your arms around him but when he turns around he finally understands why

your wrapped in a blanket two times your size and your eyes are barely awake

wraps his arms around you and picks you up immediately, swearing to himself he’d never let you down again

“You didn’t have to come get me MC, I was gonna come back to you.”

You nod into him. “I know...just...don’t like sleeping without you.”

ah! you’ve done it! he’s in love with you and would literally play fetch for you if you asked ok he’s in so DEEP

kisses the side of your head and the hunger he usually felt subsides, his heart suddenly racing

you made him feel wanted, and he could never thank you enough for that

“I’m gonna sleep here...is that ok?” you murmur to him, already half asleep on his shoulder.

“Of course...thank you.”

Belphie

he sleeps with so many different blankets you are NOT wrapping yourself up in all of them

so you settle for his favorite which causes him to find you first instead of you seeking him out

looks angry, he is NOT

you’re so...small like that...oh.....

this loser won’t say that tho. hey kids. BE UPFRONT WITH YOUR FEELINGS UNLIKE THIS BASTARD

groans as he pulls you into him

“I can’t believe you took my favorite one, if you wanted attention just ask.” he grumbles into your shoulder. You sigh into him, finally content and ready to sleep.

“I’m gonna sleep here now. Night Belphie.”

Yelps as you pull him to the floor.

i mean. it’s not like it’s the first time he’s slept on the floor

as soon as your eyes are closed he drops the annoyed act and brushes any hair out of your face

oh he was so WHIPPED for you and he knew it even though he’d deny it

starts whispering compliments to you and giving you light kisses

“I’m still awake Belphie.”

“No.”

“Love you too.”

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imaginethathaikyuu · 3 years

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day and night

inspired by the duality of insecurity and appreciation, and the way they often reflect each other in ways you wouldn’t expect

do i already have a fic called day and night? i dont know and at this point im too afraid to check

akaashi keiji x gender neutral reader word count: 1356 tags: fluff, descriptions of akaashi’s insecurity, established relationship, cuddling, this is a fic about me and akaashi

if u see any typos no u didn’t.

He hated the way his mind became so empty in moments like these.

The bedside lamp shouldn’t be on, not so late, not while you were sleeping, but you never complained when you heard the flip of the switch and the opening of Keiji’s book. You slept through it. You tended to do that.

Why?

He couldn’t figure it out. The reason you looked over everything he did wrong hid from him. It made no sense, really, the way you ate his over cooked meals with a straight face, or how you patiently undid the way he folded your clothes and fixed them to your liking, or when you slept with the light on while he read even though he knew you hated it.

You hated it. His cooking and his folding and his light, his mismatched socks and his new cologne and his impatience. Keiji sat, and he watched you sleeping, his book in his lap and his glasses sliding off the bridge of his nose, knowing you hated all of these things about himself that he wouldn’t change, and still, there wasn’t a thought going through his head. His book had been forgotten. He was just looking at you.

You put up with a lot. Likely too much. His alarm clock woke you up early while he slept right through it. Texts you send throughout the day go unnoticed by him. Late nights at work keep you up and waiting for him, just to watch him lock himself up in his office for another three hours of work.

It wasn’t like these traits about him were new, but they were louder, now. They were blaring and obvious and bothersome and every positive thing he brought to this relationship seemed so goddamn quiet.

That’s how Keiji felt. Quiet. It wasn’t an emotion, yet it was the only word he could think of to describe this insignificance. Maybe fragile was a better word.

He closed his book. He placed it on the nightstand and let his glasses join it. Finally the light could be turned off, and maybe you would sleep more peacefully now. He threw his arm over your waist and pulled your back against his chest, trying to rid all of that distance, trying to fill the silence with your warmth.

He’d lay awake for another hour.

You heard it before your mind and body even woke up, and you knew what it was without needing to come out of your dream: that damn alarm.

God, was it loud - it pierced your ears, it seemed loud enough to shake the walls and damage your hearing, and maybe it was because you had just woken up, but you could hardly stand it.

Opening your eyes was the hardest thing you had ever done. Everything was fuzzy and foggy, you tried to blink it away but you couldn’t, and all you cared about was getting rid of that noise.

You climbed over a still sleeping Keiji to reach his phone and shut it off, knowing that the alarm would ring again in ten minutes time, and your energy had run out. You collapsed on top of him, the crook of his neck becoming your new pillow and his chest your mattress.

In a sleepy daze you wore a smile, wondering how on Earth he sleeps so soundly through the loudest alarm you’d ever heard. He doesn’t even move when you land on him, and he only continues to snore when his second alarm rings out.

Like always, you’d let him sleep longer than you should. He’d be running late, but neither of you would care too much. It had become the routine, and you weren’t about to break this habit. You needed the time with him and Keiji needed the sleep.

It was nice to be awake before him, and you had learned to get over the frustration that came with hearing that dreaded alarm clock. It wasn’t very difficult when you got to wake up to Keiji, who was comfort personified. He was the consolation to early, loud mornings.

As you laid there, cuddling into his heated skin, listening to his breathing and his snoring and his heart beating, all you could focus on was how much you missed him.

Sometimes these mornings were all you had with him. Your work schedules didn’t match - granted, Keiji’s schedule matched no one’s - and neither did your sleeping routines. Even when you stayed up late for him, even when he came home for lunch, even when you both had the same day off, there was just never enough time in the day.

You never had enough of him. You wished you could become a sponge and soak all of him up - leave nothing behind, keep all of this golden man to yourself forever. It was a kind of selfishness you’d take pride in, if such an act was possible.

But even though you missed him so much, even though letting him get out of bed every morning was harder than it should have been, you always sent him off with a kiss. You always reminded him you loved him. As proud as you were of yourself for reeling in the prize catch that was Akaashi Keiji, you were infinitely more proud of him - of his drive, of his work, of his charm. Proud of every success and failure. Of everything he provides and everything he strives for. Even as he struggled to tie his necktie in the morning, or missed important deadlines, or let himself become more distant than he should. There was always some amount of pride in there, and you never had to look hard to find it.

Originally, you were going to let him sleep in this morning. He deserved it. But now, the more you thought about it - you’d much rather wake him up early. You deserved it.

Your lips molded to the edge of his jawline as you grabbed his arm, slowly and surely shaking him awake.

“Kei.”

He grunted, then hummed, then whined. He tried to roll over but your weight on top of him held him down, though he hadn’t even realized you were there. Fists dragged along his eyes and feet kicked the blanket away with a big stretch - every morning was the same.

“Gotta get up, babe,” you said before a yawn, and he pretended not to hear you. You only shook his shoulder harder.

“No,” he griped, and finally he opened his eyes, only to shut them tight. “Going in late today.”

“You said you’d make me breakfast.”

“You said you’d rather go without,” he said with a tired laugh trailing his words.

He found the strength to roll the two of you over, tucking himself into you the way you had cuddled into him, and you gave his hair a tug. A warning to say, you better not fall asleep.

“I was kidding,” you said. “Want you to make me something. Please.”

He gave a groan, one you knew meant fine, but his arms tightened around you, and his legs twisted around yours, and he had nothing more to say.

“Keiji.”

“Five minutes, babe.”

Keiji knew the two of you would be there for longer than that, and you did, too. He knew it could’ve been a bother, but you relaxed into bed, anyway, and let him do as he pleased.

“Goodnight, then.”

“Love you.”

You laughed. “Goodnight.”

And he squeezed your waist, making you jump. “Say it back.”

“I will, when you bring me my burnt breakfast in bed.”

“I will,” he sighed. “In five more minutes.”

It wouldn’t be just five more minutes. That would be inevitable. But he would bring you the breakfast he promised, and it would all be as burnt as you expected. That would be inevitable, too.

But you would eat it. And Keiji was glad that all of these things were a cherished certain, things he couldn’t change, things you loved him for even though he tended to lose sleep over them.

He tried his best. And you knew that without being told. And he appreciated it.

#oh my god i would have posted this sooner but my sister wont shut up about kpop drama #also theres a lightning bug in my room #fun huh #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi x reader #scenario #fluff

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hansolmates · 4 years

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hoshi; vowels and veracity (m)

summary: after a blind date that makes you feel like a giddy teenager all over again, you’re forced to grow up and take a chance when you realize that special someone is your daughter’s kindergarten teacher. pairing: teacher!soonyoung x single mother!reader genre/warnings: fluffity fluff nuggets, humor, a lil bit of angst when yn panics, *steve rogers voice* language! alcohol, unprotected sex (wrap the pickle before u tickle), face sitting w/c: 5.2k a/n: i really have nothing to say about this but i’ve been thinking about going back to school all week so this manifested. enjoy a lil sexy but sweet hosh💕

“Y-you,” another giggle and the press of wet lips to the sensitive spot of your neck, “stop, Soonyoung! I’m ticklish there!”

You feel a pout imprint itself in the sweet spot between your ear and your jaw, and you sigh at the rumble of his lips against your skin, “But you taste so sweet, baby,” he croons, and you’re practically melting between the door with how much Soonyoung has pressed himself against you, all of himself.

“What if I don’t wanna stop, pretty girl?” he husks against your soft skin, whispering things in your ear that aren’t for the faint of heart. In your haste to keep a firm grip, one hand goes to his clothes and the other nips at the undercut of his midnight black hair, “what if I just open the door right now and we slip right in, and then I slip right in you?”

Your breath hitches and suddenly your core feels like a timebomb, ready to combust.

Go on a date, Joshua says. He’s a sweet guy, Joshua says. He’s a friend of Joshua’s, so you know going into this blind date that at the very least, he wasn’t a serial killer. But what Joshua failed to tell you going into this was how much Kwon Soonyoung packed and how much of a temptor in disguise he is.

“I really would love to invite you in,” it looks like it pains Soonyoung to admit this, as he presses his forehead to yours and the edge of his fingers dig into your crushed emerald velvet number, “but tomorrow’s the first day of work and I am not emotionally prepared. But, I do want to see you again. I had a great time.”

The previous mood melting into the night sky, you reluctantly let go of the lapels of his tweed blazer. Unable to suppress your crestfallen smile you nod, “That’s fine,” you reply, inching away from him to send him a pointed look, “I wouldn’t have gone inside anyway. I don’t put out on the first date,” you cross your arms in an attempt to feign nonchalance.

Which isn’t a lie, although if Soonyoung had asked you two minutes ago to come inside for a cup of tea, you wouldn’t have argued. He is just that tempting. Said date raises an eyebrow in response, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear at the defiance in your eyes. “Oh?” he echoes, “then what date do you put out?”

“Date seven.”

“Lucky seven,” he grins, “so if we go on a date every day this week by Friday we should be good to go. How do you feel about steak?”

You slap his shoulder in his response, and the giggle that erupts from his lips in response has you feeling dizzy and giddy with excitement. Soonyoung has you feeling like a college freshman all over again, floating like Cloud 9 and drunk in anticipation. You peck one, two more kisses on his lips. He tastes like the peach champagne you shared and his own scent as he pulls you in for a much longer, much hotter kiss.

“Good luck on your first day,” you mumble against his lips, vaguely remembering that he’s a teacher in a school nearby.

“Mm, text me when you get home,” and with a final kiss to your forehead he unlocks his door, leaving you warm and full of heart-eyes on his front porch.

The walk home, more like float home, has you feeling all parts exhausted and hopeful for the days to come. For the first time in a long time you feel young and unbridled, thrumming with excitement. Now you’re just playing with your phone, waiting to exchange goodnight texts.

“Nari’s asleep,” when you walk into your shared apartment, you spot a sleepy Seungkwan on his laptop and sprawled across your couch. “How was it?”

“It was reealllly nice,” you’re still a little wine tipsy, drunk on the taste of Merlot and a certain someone’s kisses, “he was really sweet, and surprisingly sexy.”

“Did you get dicked down?” Seungkwan asks only the most important questions.

You scoff, flopping down on the couch next to him, “As if, we have work in the morning.”

“Speaking of work, are you sure you’re not able to drop off Nari to school tomorrow? It’s her first day of kindergarten.”

“I can’t,” saying it feels absolutely awful, but a single mother has to work extra hard to keep her and her daughter happy.

“It’s fine,” Seungkwan easily waves you off and runs a hand through his fluffy auburn hair, “her favorite Uncle is there, anyway.”

“Hey,” you lightly punch his arm, “I’ve already talked Nari through it. I’m cooking a big breakfast tomorrow—chocolate chip pancakes, duh, and taking a million pictures before we have to part ways. I packed a little Kit-Kat for her lunch with a sweet note. When I come back in time for dinner I promised her pizza from her favorite parlor and she can tell me everything about her day.”

“So, you’re bribing her with food.”

“Sue me, it’s every parent’s weak spot.”

Seungkwan stretches his arms, cradling you between his chest. You sigh into his clean linen scent, feeling sleepy. “Yeah, I’ve bribed her with my Switch once or twice,” he admits softly, eyes also drooping, “but you’re a great mother regardless. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Kwannie,” you sigh, feeling more at ease.

Nari is the light of you and Seungkwan’s life. Five years ago, you promised yourself that if you were more than financially stable and still sick with baby fever, you would adopt. You didn’t want to find a romantic partner for the sole purpose of having a child, you could easily do that on your own. And that you did, you researched and visited foster homes off in the countryside.

In a little town off the coast of the shore was where you met Nari, only six months old and full with cherub cheeks and eyes that sparkled like the moon and stars. You fell in love with her instantly. Fast forward five years later and she’s the reason you wake up every morning and work hard every day. Seungkwan being your best friend, also wanted rights as the godfather and therefore is also part of your perfect family picture.

You and Seungkwan sleep warmly tonight, both excited to share yet another year of Nari’s milestones.

“And then Mr. Kwon said I was an ‘ace’ with my vowels!” Nari has a string of cheese hanging from her chin, and you don’t bat an eye as you reach to pat it away with a napkin.

“I wouldn’t expect any less, baby,” you coo, carding a hand through her hair so her bangs don’t get caught in her meal, “remember when mommy and Uncle Kwannie taught you the vowels this summer? We sang that song.”

“Yes! I sang the same song and showed everyone how ‘ta do it,” your heart is swelling with pride, and you fight the urge to tear up because Seungkwan’s already showing signs of waterworks from his side of the table, “I read a book Mr. Kwon gave me today and he said he’s so impressed I read at a Level B.”

You quirk your brows at the new jargon. You certainly don’t know what it means to be a Level B, but it makes Nari happy and that’s all that matters. Wiping the orange grease off her lips, you muse that you must get in contact with her teacher one of these days.

“What’s a Level B?” Seungkwan similarly looks stumped at the new vocabulary.

“I don’t know!” Nari shrugs, but nevertheless her teacher’s attention has her glowing.

You giggle, “I’m so happy for you, baby.”

“I’m excited to go back tomorrow, I made a new friend! His name is Jeonghan and he helped me with my numbers today. He called my bows cute.”

“Cute?” Seungkwan perks up from his stupor, “of course you’re cute, Nari. So cute that you’re too good for this Jeonghwan boy.”

“Jeonghan, Uncle Kwannie,” she pouts when Seungkwan scoffs, in favor of shoving half a slice in his mouth. She turns to you, tugging on your blazer, “Mama, can I go watch TV now? I finished my homework and I wanna see the new Ladybug and Cat Noir!”

“Of course,” you pull away her plate, gesturing for her to go to the living room.

“Thank you mama,” and she’s bouncing off her seat, pushing her chair in and off to watch Miraculous Ladybug.

You sigh, “They grow up so fast.”

Seungkwan’s eyes widen at your age-old phrase, the words reminding him oddly of his parents when they used to talk down to him. “And here we are, aging twice as fast,” Seungkwan bemoans, already starting to feel the greasy food settle in his stomach. “We used to eat a whole pie! We could eat absolute garbage back in college and here I am weak at two slices—oh my god, am I having a ‘back in my day’ moment? We need to go out. I need to go out. I’ve been practicing consonants and vowels all day. I need a boyfriend,” he playfully narrows his eyes at you, “I need a boyfriend like yours, sweet and sexy.”

“Sorry,” you stick out your tongue, “but he’s mine.”

Perfect timing, Soonyoung’s name pops up on your phone. You two have been texting sporadically throughout the day, making plans for your next date. The two of you are going to watch a drive-in movie, a situation that screams teenage-back-of-the-truck-sex but the movie is a much anticipated favorite of yours and you genuinely want to watch it.

Soonyoung is full of humor and laughs, getting you to smile and relax at the right times during work and always manages to keep you on your toes whenever he says something flirtatious.

“Are you gonna introduce him to Nari?”

You stop typing, and look up towards your beautiful little girl in the living room. Her hair is out of her pigtails, drooping tiredly like she is. Her cheek is pressed against her favorite plush cat, fighting for consciousness because she’s waiting for Marinette to save the day. Your heart swells with affection.

“Dunno,” you shrug, trying not to think too hard about it, “we’re not that serious right now.”

You’re absolutely winded. You finished work early today, due to the fact that came in early so you could clock out and pick Nari up from school. Despite the fact that Nari says it’s okay for you not to pick her up, you can’t allow it and you want to be the one who she runs into when she comes out the door.

“Who do you think she’s gonna hug first?” Seungkwan’s elbowing you, baiting you. “Because this morning she gave me a hug and three kisses before I dropped her off.”

“Three?” you seethe in annoyance, “three kisses is our thing! Two on the cheek and one on the forehead!”

The two of you slowly steep together, waiting for the colorful blue door to the kindergarten area to file out. The heel of your shoes are digging into the grass, probably making a needle-like indentation in the dirt as you struggle not to seep into the lawn. You feel like you’re going to flop on your heels, wishing you could go run back into the car and find your flip-flops from last month’s beach trip. But before you could debate on the run the bell rings, and you’re on livewire when you see the students start to file out.

Your smile grows ten-fold when you see Nari’s jaw drop in surprise, seeing you waiting for her. She fists whatever is in her hands in surprise, breaking into the cutest smile as she screams, “mama!”

And you’re ready to hold your arms out and throw her around in circles, until you see who follows right behind her.

Kwon Soonyoung is Nari’s kindergarten teacher. Kwon Soonyoung with his hair down and untextured, wearing a mint polo and looking nothing like the date you had the other night. He looks absolutely soft and so, you are weak.

Kwon Soonyoung, the sexy deviant who sends you questionable texts and sends you funny puppy videos, is staring right at you and utterly confused when Nari rams straight into your hip.

Momentarily distracted, you pepper your pretty daughter in kisses (all three of them, two cheeks and one forehead) and tell her how much you’ve missed her. Clearly she doesn’t miss you as much, as she’s waving around a picture she drew during playtime, one of her and Jeonghan in the sandbox.

“Really, Nari,” Seungkwan mutters under his breath, shamelessly vocalizing his opinion on a five-year old, “can’t you choose a different friend?”

“Seungkwan!” you chide, but he pointedly annoys you when Nari finally enters Seungkwan’s embrace. He takes extra time to cuddle her, obviously jealous that another boy has taken refuge in your little Nari’s heart.

The moment is so sweet and simple you have no choice but to revel in it and take out your phone to snap a photo.

“Mama!” she pops her head off of Seungkwan’s shoulder, “come meet Mr. Kwon!”

And she’s tugging your hand, only you’re much stronger and you stay firmly planted on the grass. Heck, you even sacrifice your shoes by digging your heels in for extra measure.Your eyes widen in panic, but Nari doesn’t notice because she’s paving a path of dirt with her lime green light-up sneakers, trying to get you to move. You nearly forgot your latest tryst is your daughter’s teacher, and you never told him you have a kid.

But within seconds, there’s an audible slam and the three of you are shattered from your bubble. Turning to the noise the heavy navy door is now locked shut, all the students dismissed for the day. The crowd is gone. Soonyoung is gone.

Seungkwan’s eyes dart between the closed door and you, the pieces clicking. His mouth forms a little ‘o’ and he nods in understanding. “He thinks I’m your baby daddy.”

The two of you point out each other like the Spiderman meme. “He thinks you’re my baby daddy,” you echo, horror marrying your face.

“Mama? What’s a baby daddy?”

“Shh, Nari—” he picks up Nari in one swoop, mouthing a go to you as he leads her to the car.

All alone on the grass, you panic as you watch your family grow smaller and smaller as they enter the parking lot. Soonyoung’s just behind that door, right? Looking left and right to assure no one is going to think you’re being that parent and harassing the teacher within the first week of school, you bound up the steps to knock on the door. Your knocks clang heavily, echoing against the building.

Ten seconds pass. Nothing.

You deflate, pulling out your phone to shoot Soonyoung a quick text.

You: hey, can you come out for a bit so i can explain? Please

A minute passes. He leaves you on read. Defeated, you slump against the door. This day is really a whirlwind on your mental state. All you wanted today was some extra time off work, Nari’s three kisses, and maybe a goodnight text from Soonyoung if you were lucky.

The door suddenly flips open, and you’re braced against someone’s hands.

“Whoa, you okay?”

Your face crumples in relief when it’s Soonyoung that’s come out to respond to you. He’s bracing your weight by holding your arms between his hands, although keeping a respectable distance between the upper half of your bodies. It makes you a little upset, but you understand. Once you’re stable, he lets you go and leans away from you.

“Why are you waiting out here?” he asks pointedly, looking at you up and down. You seem terribly overdressed in your coral pinstripe suit, mismatching with Soonyoung’s apple sauce stains.

“Why do you think I’m waiting out here?”

“And if I close the door again?” he retorts suddenly.

“Then I’ll follow you home.”

A beat passes, whatever expression he conveys on his face is practiced and primed. You have a terrible time trying to decipher his blankness. Working with kids probably does that to an adult. “Come in,” he says neutrally, and you wordlessly follow him into his classroom.

The room is decorated beautifully, with rainbows and glitter. It’s also surprisingly organized, all the crayons in place and the play area free of stray toys. Your eyes instantly search for Nari’s desk, and a small smile fits on your face as you trace her handmade name tag.

“Normally, I don’t let parents in my room until it’s Back to School Night,” Soonyoung says, leaning against his desk. It makes you terribly nervous, knowing the ball is in your court and he’s waiting for you to make a move. His carefree, easy going nature is nowhere to be found, and all you see is walls and a mean poker face. He pulls up the sleeves of his polo, exposing pale, strong arms. Your mouth waters a little (you can’t help it!) and you immediately reach for a bottle of water in your purse. “So, what is it you have to say?”

“Seungkwan’s not my baby daddy,” you blurt, and you immediately blanch when Soonyoung’s eyes widen. “Wow uh. I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“But you did say it like that,” Soonyoung replies slowly, “no child just doesn’t give three kisses to someone who isn’t their father.”

“I only called him my baby daddy because he said it first,” you grumble, almost childishly, “and Nari’s a baby, of course she’s going to give three kisses to anyone that feeds her and coddles her.”

“It sounds like an excuse.”

“It sounds like I’m freaking out because you keep talking back and forth like this!” you cry, slapping your hands against your thigh. You don’t have to look in a mirror to know that you’re quickly getting annoyed, your face morphing into a shade of embarrassment. You can’t tell if this is amusing him or this is a real interrogation. “Let me explain, Soonyoung!”

He says your name slowly, deliberately. And then, “do you want to take a break in the Calm Down Corner?”

“The—the what?” Soonyoung’s eyes flicker to a corner at the far end of the room. The radiator is decorated in a sky blue wallpaper, and there’s a yoga mat on the floor. There are chairs next to a desk filled with coloring pages, decorated with fairy lights. Filling three of the chairs are various stuffed animals, a tiger, a cat, and a panda, all dressed as doctors. It’s a child’s therapy corner. “You gotta be kidding me.”

He raises a brow, and—is that a smile on his lips? “Then explain, why are you here?”

“Because I think I really like you,” you confess, frustration melting away to reveal the uneasy upturn on your lips. You lied when Seungkwan asked if you would ever consider introducing Soonyoung to Nari. In a different world, you would’ve loved to take the time to take Nari to the museum and introduce Soonyoung there. They’d definitely bond over their love for tigers. “Seungkwan is my best friend, and helps me take care of Nari. I adopted her five years ago.”

Something softens in Soonyoung’s eyes, and the air feels much more relaxed. But his dark brows remain knit together, and he looks at you with confused eyes. “Then if you like me so much, why didn’t you tell me you had a daughter?”

“Because kids can be deal breakers,” you admit, and the colorful classroom feels smaller as you hug yourself. “I just, wanted you to like me first.”

It’s the primary reason why it’s taken you so long to date. Sure, there’d be a fling here and there, but nothing that feels as tangible as Soonyoung is. You’re not old enough to find a partner that wouldn’t blink at the sign of children, yet you’re still at that weird age threshold where a partner could immediately run for the hills at the mention of one. Nothing will top Nari, she’s number one in your heart, but the small selfish part wanted you to put the focus on yourself for just one night.

“You don’t have to hide, I want every part of your life no matter how long we have,” he assures you gently, firmly without an ounce of regret. Soonyoung opens his arms, and you cry in relief when you get to collapse in the scent of his cologne. You tuck your head in the crook of his neck, slightly sweaty from whatever activities he needs to do with the kids, but you don’t mind. His voice is quiet, melting in your ears, “and I really like you too. I really like Nari as well, she’s a great kid.”

“She is, isn’t she?”

You two pull away, and he swipes a thumb under your eyes in case some tears manage to escape. “So, Friday? Movie?”

“It’s a date.”

“Where’s Nari?” the question is huffed against your breath as you’re pressed between your freshly washed bedspread and Soonyoung’s body. He takes care in making sure the zipper of your delicate dress doesn’t get caught in the rush, easily slipping your dress off and throwing it on your desk chair.

“At Seungkwan’s, why?”

His cheshire cat eyes glow under the moonlight, positively devious. “It’s date seven,” he announces sweetly. His gaze betrays his saccarine reply, a look that only tells you that Soonyoung plans to fuck you five ways to Sunday, and you’ll gladly let him.

You sit up on your elbows, enjoying the show as Soonyoung quickly sheds his clothing. It’s ungraceful, exciting. Tonight was a simple carnival date, easily making you feel like a giddy college student all over again. Soonyoung won you five Pokemon keychains today, you could put a whole party on your hand.

“It’s actually date six,” you tease, tilting your head as his pants finally come off, revealing black boxer briefs that snug deliciously around the waist.

“Oh, okay,” he looks at you like you’ve spoken God’s word, reaching to pick up his shirt, “so you don’t want my dick fucking you raw tonight? Okay, I see how it is,” he pretends to put on his clothing, jabbing a thumb out the door.

You have the audacity to giggle, pulling him over by the waistband, “Come here so I can make an exception.”

You don’t know what it is that makes you want you want to give everything to this man. Heck, five years ago you didn’t even want a man as an excuse to have kids. But as he nudges you in all the right places and places you on top of him, you know this man will treat you like an absolute treasure. Every kiss is laced with smiles and sweetness, filled with vigor and vivacity that fills you up and leaves you afloat.

He takes care of you first, unwilling to let you budge as he places your core over his face. He makes quick, but effective use of his tongue and fingers, making sure you’re nice and sensitive for his future plans. You’re practically throbbing with pleasure, vibrating from every cell of your body. Within minutes he’s glistening in your arousal, and he pulls you down so you’re lined up with his crotch. It’s involuntary when you pulse against his member, your body shamefully alerting you that it’s desperate with need, and the remedy is right under you.

Soonyoung looks more satisfied than you, eager to please you. Without warning, he stuffs two fingers in your mouth, “You pretty, pretty girl,” you are keen at the attention, your body is glowing a radiant rose.

Your tongue rolls against his fingers, sticky and tasting of your arousal. Tilting your hips up you let Soonyoung pull his member out, lining it against your entrance. Feeling the soft tip brush against your delicate folds, you moan against his mouth. With a little ‘pop’ he releases you, lips shiny and parted.

“I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of hit-it-n’quit-it kind of guy,” he noses the sensitive spot of your jawline, which distracts you momentarily when the plush tip nudges your folds, coaxing you to unite. “Because after tonight, I’m definitely keeping you. Forever.”

The reply that dances on your tongue is overtaken by your whines when Soonyoung slips in fully, forcing your body to clench tightly against his. You take him, all of him. You feel wet and sticky and hot and swollen with affection as Soonyoung praises you for taking him so well. His pace is firm and passionate, short nails digging deliciously into your hips for leverage as he makes sure to fill you to the brim.

He’s right, tonight is far from being a means to an end. You feel like you can have nights like this the rest of your life. And when the both of you finish and you’re pulling the covers over one another, you finally manage to grasp the reply that was nearly forgotten.

Pressing a kiss to his jaw you whisper, “I’m keeping you, too.”

“So, how long can we keep this a secret for?”

“Ideally? Ten months. Realistically, I’d say Christmas.”

“Why Christmas?”

“Because I know you’re going to be dying to get Nari a Christmas present.”

Soonyoung props his elbow on the pillow, looking at you petulantly. “I could say it’s a good behavior reward. She’s been racking up those gold stars during morning meetings, babe. She’s not even trying.”

“That’s my girl,” you coo, rolling over to lean your head on his chest. Light has long flooded into your apartment, seeping through your curtains and reflecting on your white duvet. Soonyoung looks absolutely fluffy and well rested, and you can’t help but reach to pat down the ebony bird’s nest atop his head.

The two of you lay like that for a little bit, playing with each other’s cold feet under the covers and relishing under the touch of bare skin to bare skin. You remind yourself that you need to take Joshua out to dinner one of these days, as he managed the inevitable and set you up with an amazing partner.

“Breakfast?” Soonyoung pops the question easily, “let’s get steak.”

“Steak isn’t eaten for breakfast.”

“Then can I eat you for breakfast?”

You snort, hiding under the covers while Soonyoung attempts to tickle you. The whole act in itself feels wholly innocent despite the fact that you’re both naked and smell like sweat and sex. Just as you feel Soonyoung’s head dip under the covers to meet you at your chest, the door swings open.

“Mama!”

The previously warm room feels like wickedly sharp ice, freezing you to your spot as you clutch the covers closer to your chest. “Baby!” you cry exasperatedly, flinching when she throws all her weight on you. She’s still in her ladybug pajamas from last night, hair falling out of her braid.

She lifts her head from your breast to give you an adorable one-toothed grin. You try your best to maintain eye-contact, but Nari has impeccable vision. Her grin evolves into a full-on beam when she finds your bed partner.

“Mr. Kwon!” she’s squealing, clamoring over your lap. You do a double-take when you see Soonyoung sitting next to you, wearing a t-shirt. Where on earth did he get that?

Soonyoung’s eyes reduce to crescents at his (secretly) favorite student. “Good morning, Nari-ah. Had a fun time at your Uncle’s house?”

“Nari,” you force your daughter down to stand on the hardwood, giving her a stern look, “give Mr. Kwon some space, it’s really early and it’s the weekend.”

Knitting her brows together, she looks between the two of you, “But you two don’t have any space.”

You wince at her perception, and nudge yourself away so you’re pressed against your nightstand. The oakwood corner digs painfully into your back.

“We were haviång a very special parent meeting,” you fight the urge to cry when Soonyoung turns on his teacher's voice, sending your daughter a very convincing smile. You watch as your daughter’s eyes go wide, probably feeling very special that her teacher came all the way to her house to have a meeting. “You’ve been doing so well during the read-alouds that I had to tell your mama in person!”

“I told you mama!” Nari juts out her chest, and you lean over to kiss the crown of her head. “But Mr. Kwon, why are you having it in mama’s room?”

“Her room is the warmest!” he says like it’s the most obvious thing, his and Nari’s eyes widening simultaneously as he gestures to the open window. “The sun travels directly into your bedroom in the morning, and those rays send heat—”

“Mr. Kwon,” your voice is as steady as it can be, and you frown when Soonyoung wiggles his brows. You already know he’s thinking of three separate ways you can use the term Mr. Kwon in private, but you’re not having any of that, “shouldn’t we uh, wrap up this… meeting?”

“I wanna stay,” Nari glowers, obviously nosy as to what you two are talking about.

“I know baby. We just gotta finish up the meeting, okay? Can you—” you cut yourself off when Seungkwan finally decides to make his appearance, eyes wide at commotion he’s created. He’s in matching pajamas, ridiculously red as he bends down to scoop up Nari. Absolutely sweating and as red as his clothes, his eyes dart between the two of you. You could care less that Seungkwan’s eyes have bags under their bags, and was probably too tired to catch her when she ran inside the house. No, Seungkwan doesn’t deserve the title of godfather anymore.

“Nari! You can’t interrupt teacher meetings,” Seungkwan pretends to scold, and Nari turns her head so she can hide in her Uncle’s shoulder.

Knowing that Nari can’t see a thing, you mouth a very explicit I will kill you to your best friend, and he immediately mouths an apology to the both of you as he ushers himself out the door. You wait ten seconds for your daughter to be out of ear shot, before dropping the blanket from your neck and throwing yourself against the pillows.

But Soonyoung’s chuckling, pressing a litany of kisses all over your bare body in an attempt to comfort you. Instead of reveling in his lazy morning touch, you want to disappear between the sheets, never to be seen. What will the PTO moms say when they find out? How will you stop Nari from telling Jeonghan, and therefore Jeonghan telling the entire kindergarten population? Why isn’t Soonyoung freaking out about this? Instead, he favors to taste your body, in between kisses muttering something about it being kismet that Nari so happened to see right as you were discussing the secrecy of your relationship. Ten years from now, your daughter will be horrified when she realizes that no, teachers don’t normally give housecalls in your mother’s bed.

Your boyfriend pinches your thigh, regarding you with mirth in his eyes.

“So, that means I can buy her a Christmas present now, right?”

#hoshi fic #hoshi x reader #svt creations #caratwritersclub #thekpopnetwork #svt fic #svt scenarios #soonyoung fic

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ickymichi · 3 years

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Hiiiiiii I’ve never put in a rq on tumblr before I’m usually a silent reader ahah so idk if I’m doing this right >.<

Butttt if ur taking rqs Rn I’m here to request a denji one shot, I have no proper ideas but some denji x reader very soft, fluffy and funny 🥺 maybe something like cuddling late at night and all that cute shit. Also if power makes an appearance her and reader have a very cute relationship and power actually doesn’t hate her ahaha.

Anyways u totally don’t have to do this!! I just love denji and am starving from the lack of denji content on tumblr hehe

SLUMBER PARTY!!

warnings: fluff!, cute denji as always :).

things to know: gn! reader, (if you’d like a fem reader lmk and i’ll change it!)

note: so so sorry this took so long lovey!! but it’s such a cute idea and i had such a good time writing for our boy :,) but i hope you enjoyed and sorry again it took so long! reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3

one thing that became a ‘tradition’ in yours’ and denji’s relationship was having a sleepover every weekend. even though he sees you at least three times a week, he’d tell you that he needed to at least spend a whole night with you or he wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly until it happened.

so now right on time just like every other saturday at 6:30pm you were stood infront the apartment door with your over night back and some snacks n’ drinks in hand. the door swung open violently, startling you a bit, but it didn’t last long when you seen the wide smile on denji’s face, showing his sharp teeth and the corner of his eyes crinkling. “(y/n)!! your here!!,” he lept forward and wrapped his arms around your middle, squeezing tightly. “hi denj’! of course i’m here, just like every saturday! should we go inside?” he nodded his head quickly and taking your arm to usher you inside.

“what’s in the bag, what’s in the bag?!” eyeing and grabbing at it is what he kept doing once you set it down in his room. “i’ll show you, i’ll show you. so first i brought alll of our favourite sweets n’ chocolate. and of course your favourite favourite drink,” watching his eyes light up as you listed off the different items you’d gotten for the night was one of the things you loved about staying over.

“hey! why’re you so loud denj- (y/n)! i didn’t know you’re here!” somehow, power was quite fond of you and quickly the two of you grew close through denji. something that shocked him and Aki. “silly, i always come over on a saturday,” “yeah stupid!” denji had butted in and pulled his eye while sticking his tongue out at power. “hah?! (y/n) do something to him he called me stupid!! your the stupid one, stupid!!” she quickly fell into you and whined into your chest while snapping back at denji, continuing the bickering. “hey, stop stealing them from me! go play with meowy or something” huffing, power eventually pulled of you and left to look for her furry companion.

the afternoon grew into the late night and the both of you had already devoured all the sweets you bought and sat through two movies, a comedy and a horror. you were now watching one you remembered from your childhood and how funny it was.

from the corner of your eye you could see denji’s eyes fluttering and his head bobbing—almost as if he was trying to fight off the tiredness. he looked so cute like this, but you knew if he fell asleep here you’d have to wake him then he’d get all moody. “hey denj’ wake up for a sec, let’s go to bed ‘kay?” “mmhhff okaaayy” he was probably already asleep and now you’d woken him but it was probably only a light slumber.

leaving him to lay on the floor while you set up the futons he couldn’t help but admire how the bright lights of the city reflected off your face in the dark room. “pretty,” is what he mumbled to himself, not caring if you heard or not. while trying to keep watching your movements he also was trying his hardest to stay awake for you. when he did open his eyes again he was met with you in your sleep shorts and slipping your shirt over your head, just about giving him a glance of your bare back. he claimed it as him just being a normal teenager, but he couldn’t stop the heat rushing to his cheeks and the sight of only your bare legs and the quick glance of your back.

“hey, you still awake sleepy?,” his eyes must’ve closed again for a few second because now, you were crouched infront him, softy rubbing the top of his head. with a nod he crawled over to his futon-not before helping you get tucked into your own. “goodnight denji, see you in the morning,” soft as ever your voice was when you wished him goodnight at the early hours whenever you’d stay with him. “g’night (y/n) see ya when we wake up,”

even though it was just a few hours prior that he was desperately trying to stay awake, he’s now laying flat on his back staring into the dark room trying desperately to fall asleep. the only thing he could thing of was scooting over to your futon and cuddling into your back—but he didn’t want to frighten you, so he just kept to himself for the past hour.

finally deciding that if he actually wanted to get some sleep he’d have to cave in and move over to your futon. he was moving as slow as power does in the mornings, but only because he was afraid that even the slightest movement would wake you-even though you’ve learned to sleep through his loud snoring and kicking limbs-. slowly, ever so slowly he moved closer to your sleeping figure with shaking hands. once he was close enough to wrap the blanket around himself he used the arm he wasn’t lying on to drape it around your waist and pull you into him with some new found confidence.

you don’t think he realised how harshly he pulled you because, even just that movement had shook you from your odd dream and back into the darkness of denji’s room. only this time you could feel his breath on your neck and his arm clutching your tummy. softly, you laughed and twisted in his grip so you could face him.

he wasn’t expecting it that’s for sure. you could tell by the way his mouth fell and eyes bulged slightly. when you smiled back at him, he tried to splutter out an explanation as to why he was cuddling you out of no where.

“you don’t have to ask to cuddle denj’ you can just do it whenever you like, i really don’t mind. i love it when you do.”

it was one of those moments he was having that only happened once every few weeks. it’s when you say or do something that makes his heart skips a few beats. the last thing you’d done was wipe the crumb off his cheek and kiss it afterwards.

like earlier, he frantically nodded at your comment and now wrapped both arms around you, pulling you even closer to his chest so you can wrap your own arms around him and entangle your legs.

slowly and softly falling back into your previous sound sleep—until denji’s snoring quiet literally vibrated through your body.

#💌.requests #🤍.denji #denji x reader #denji csm #denji chainsaw man #denji icons #denji x you #denji fic

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corpsedaydream · 4 years

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Hi I’m about to go to sleep and I was just imagining going to bed and then waking up in the middle of the night bc corpse is finally coming to bed too and then you cuddle up to him and he says something that you don’t really hear bc you’re sleepy but you feel the rumble of his chest and it just makes you smile and feel all comfy and you sleep so ✨ good ✨ after that. Anyway felt the need to share that with you bc I wish I had that in my life hahaha. I hope you’re having a good day 🖤

i know ur probably just waking up bc i’m about to finally fall asleep but anyway here u go

GOODNIGHT EVERYONE AND PLS ENJOY

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stress and refresh

being a uni student had given you many life skills. but one you didn’t intend to pick up was becoming the type of person who would act the same no matter how many hours of sleep you’d gotten. you on two hours? same as you with eleven hours. and any amount in between.

there was a few exceptions to the skill. for example, if it was a busy time for assessments and you’d had a fair few nights of very little sleep all in a row, you’d need to catch up on all those missed hours, eventually. and usually that happened on the fourth or fifth night.

and when the day came this time around, you’d submitted yet another assignment and didn’t have any due for a few weeks so you were going to celebrate. by crashing hard and treating yourself to that deep sleep your body and mind so desperately craved.

but corpse had started to really worry about you two days ago.

“you’ve barely eaten anything.” him expressing concern had lead to the both of you firing quick, frustrated words to each other.

“i’ll eat when i’m done. i’m not hungry right now.” and you weren’t, it was a bad habit, but when you found yourself under an extreme amount of stress or pressure, you didn’t eat as you normally did.

“you’ve been doing those assignments for days.”

“i have a lot due right now, i've told you this already.”

“please, just take a break.” he was pushing you, he was aware of it, but he wanted you to take even just ten minutes to relax.

“i can’t.”

“you can, let’s go get dinner.”

“i’m telling you, i really can’t.”

“(y/n)-”

“fucking hell, corpse, i told you i fucking can’t!” you snapped at him and for what felt like first time, you looked up from your laptop screen and to your boyfriend.

both of you displayed frowns on your faces, challenging each other to say something else. and corpse made a judgement call then. he knew if he stayed there and argued with you, you’d fight back with just as much fire as he would. but he also knew you had enough on your mind, so he left it. but he definitely slammed the door of his computer room on purpose, to which you’d pick up a pen and peg it at the closed door.

he didn’t really say anything else over the next couple of days. but his worrying over you was digging at him more and more. you’d still barely eaten anything, in fact, the only things he’d seen you consume was painkillers to mask the headache he knew you must’ve felt from staring at your laptop screen for days on end and a carrot at 3am when he’d come to get a drink of water. the bags under your eyes had become so prominent from the lack of sleep. and you’d been crashing out on the couch for the one or two hours you did manage to fall asleep.

so when he found you on that fifth night, sound asleep in bed after his shower, a weight lifted from his chest. corpse would release a very deep sigh, feeling the worry and tension leaving him. how pleased he was to see you looking so peaceful. he took the few steps to reach the bed and sat down, taking a moment to look over your features.

his finger first brushed some of your hair behind your ear so he could get a better look at you. your hair was no longer tied back in the bun you’d had in this past week to keep it from annoying you as you typed. next he trailed his touch down your forehead and between your relaxed eyebrows. happy that no longer were they were furrowed in a mix of concentration and stress. and following down the bridge of your nose, his finger reached your mouth and ever so gently ran around your slightly parted lips where a slow, deep breath was being released from. he was glad your jaw was no longer clenched with frustration at your uni work. but your lips were chapped, you had a habit of chewing on them too much when you felt stressed and it seemed you’d really done a number on them after this hell week you’d had. he made a mental note to pick up a new chapstick for you whenever he got make up wipes again.

overall, he was so content with seeing you so peaceful. you looked so soft, so at ease and it brought him relaxation. he knew you were in such a deep sleep already, but still as he slipped into bed beside you, he tried to be cautious, not wanting to wake you. you were so warm beneath the blanket, he pulled you towards the centre of the bed as he scooted in, wanting to be close to you. you stirred a little then.

“corpse?” you’d mumble, caught in between a dreamland and reality.

“yeah, just me, baby.” he’d answer you, his arms feeling so comforting as they surrounded you.

“‘m really sorry 'bout the other day.” you’d apologise as your head nestled into his chest.

“it’s okay,” and he’d mean it sincerely. giving you a goodnight kiss on your forehead. “go back to sleep, baby.”

but you kind of already had, you hadn’t even really woken up properly because of how exhausted you were. all you knew is you were so happy to be in bed with your lover after such a draining time, knowing this familiar bubble with corpse was going to give you the refresh you needed.

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse imagine #writing #mine #request #Anonymous #answered

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saintchrollo · 3 years

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so eager to learn more about chrollos past like where’s his parents. or did he just spawn on top a cart in a junkyard

u inspire me nonnie but also yes i want to know ..... whatever it was i know it was hard :(

anyways hi this is in fact a conversations with chrollo stan account i want to pick his brain ... yall have probably been dating-dating for like three months i’d say (thats the longest id go without meeting someone im dating’s parents)

reaching over chrollo’s lap, you pick up the tv remote and pause the show you’re watching. he startles slightly, then immediately removes any emotion from his face when you shift to look at him straight on. chrollo’s arm stays on the back of the couch, watching your movements carefully.

“what’s your relationship like with your parents?”

chrollo blinks once. “come again?”

“your parents. you never talk about them.”

“there’s a reason for that.” chrollo plucks the remote out of your hand. “just as there’s a reason you talk about yours.”

sighing, you card your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck, twirling some of the strands around your finger.

“well, if you ever want to talk about them you can. even if it’s bad. i know you don’t like talking about things, but sometimes it’s healthy.”

chrollo doesn’t say anything for a moment. his jaw ticks before he sighs. “there’s nothing to discuss.”

tucking some of his hair behind his head, you let out a hum of disbelief. “alright, angel.”

the tv clicks back on.

you sigh and rest your head back on chrollo’s chest. his hand, after a few moments, rests back on your shoulder. he squeezes you for a moment, but doesn’t speak again.

you’re almost asleep. on your stomach, hugging a pillow that’s just a little bit too soft. chrollo lays next to you, on his back, staring at the ceiling. thinking.

“[first],” chrollo whispers in the dark. “are you asleep?”

with a sharp inhale you lift your head and face your head towards him. “no. are you okay?”

chrollo’s hand comes to rest on your back. you shift closer, laying your head on his chest instead. wrapping an arm around him, you settle in. the warmth from chrollo’s heartbeat begins to lull you back to sleep.

“...thinking. i can’t sleep.”

“that’s no good,” you mumble. you smooth your hand over his chest. in your sleepiness, the words just tumble out. “must be hard to sleep when you have so many secrets to keep.”

whatever thoughts chrollo had been having immediately stopped. he blinked once, before looking down at you. had you not just spoken, you could have passed for being asleep. eye closed, breath soft puffs against his chest.

chrollo takes a deep breath. involuntarily, his muscles twitch under your touch as you run your hand down his chest, over his stomach.

“tell me what you’re thinking.”

chrollo’s quiet for a few moments. for a moment, you don’t think he’ll speak. he’d been so quiet since earlier that evening, quieter than he normally got when you asked about his work, about his personal life.

“i don’t think you’ll end up liking the answer,” chrollo finally says.

“if you don’t tell me my tarot cards will,” you lightly threaten, “i like spending time with you, otherwise i wouldn’t spend my time around you. and you are made up of all of these parts you ‘don’t think i’ll like.’ do you see what i’m getting at here?”

“no need to have an attitude,” chrollo frowns.

“i don’t have an attitude. it’s two am.”

“actually, it’s only eleven thirty.”

“oh. that’s pretty early.”

chrollo nods, “it’s alright though.”

“do you know what i mean though?” you ask, circling back to your previous point. “your past is part of you and i like you and you shouldn’t have to worry about telling me things. because, big surprise, i like getting to know you. otherwise, i would not be laying here, half asleep and able to fall asleep without all my comfort items. you aren’t mysterious, you’re just a scorpio with some deep-rooted trauma.”

chrollo is quiet.

“peace and love.” you add on after a beat.

it makes chrollo chuckle, the huff of laughter escaping his attempt at staying melodramatic. you crack open an eye, looking up at him for a moment to see the smile before closing your eyes again. they were so heavy.

“if i tell you, i’d have to kill you.” the phrase is light, easy. chrollo squeezes your hip, and you lean into him, knee sliding over his thigh.

“that’s alright. i’d like to have a mysterious death.”

chrollo thinks again, his fingers trace shapes into you skin. the small movements are the one thing tethering you to consciousness.

“you might not want to see me anymore.” chrollo speaks with such sincerity, with such a belief in his statement. the might feels forced, feels added in to sugarcoat a self-convinced fact.

“are you a mind reader?” you ask.

“no, but i am able to make assumptions.”

it’s annoying enough of a statement to bring you from your sleep. you sit up, rubbing your eye to get the sleep out. “did you see any universe where you making assumptions about me played out well for you.”

when your eyes focus again on chrollo’s face in the darkness, you’re almost drowned in the amount of emotion you suddenly pick up on from his eyes. heavy emotions with no where to go, stirring deep inside of him.

“no,” he says.

“makes an ass out of you and me, right?”

“whatever you say, darling.”

“don’t be patronizing, i’m just trying to help.”

chrollo groans, “love, can we please not do this right now?”

“you’re the one who asked me if i was awake.”

“yes, but then you condemned me.”

“condemn is a strong word,” you state, then lay back down, pulling your blanket back up. “but whatever. i’m not condemning you. i just want to know about you so i can keep falling in love with you. is that too much to ask? merde.”

as you roll over and face your back towards him, a small smile starts to make it’s away to chrollo’s lips, warmth bubbling in his chest. with a deep breath, he pushes the strange feeling down and wraps an arm around your middle, sliding his other so it rests under your neck.

“i’m obsessed with you,” chrollo whispers, taking your hand in his.

you bring his hand to your lips, placing a small kiss against his forefinger. “i know. there’s a lot to be obsessed with.”

chrollo smiles against your shoulder, squeezing your hand. there’s a litany of words stuck in his throat, jumbled up from his thoughts running together.

“goodnight, angel,” you murmur against his hand, holding it close to your chest. “i’ll make you breakfast in the morning for prying.”

humming, chrollo shakes his head. “no need to apologize. can i have one more kiss before you go to sleep?”

rolling over you can’t help the fond smile on your face. cupping chrollo’s cheek, you lean up and give him a soft kiss on the lips and one on his forehead. you tuck yourself under his chin, which he immediately seems to prefer, holding you close and rubbing your back.

#ophelia.txt #nonnie #mailbox #chrollo x reader #ophelia.fic

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everafterkeiji · 4 years

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ah! ok, um, is it ok if i request a hc with any of the hq and bnha boys ur comfortable writing for (u can do however many u feel like :)) with an s/o who’s scared of the dark? maybe add a little something about one of them getting glow in the dark stars for y/n’s room and saying that the stars are there in the dark to protect them? idk if that’s cheesy or not lol but yeah, i’m afraid i’m a bit of a scaredy-cat myself so i rush into my room as fast as i can when turning off the lights hehe. anyways, take ur time and take care of yourself ily <33

A/N: and I'm back- im v sorry for taking so long but I'll be posting the haikyuu one in another part but thank you so much for requesting kate love u v much mwah ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ

BNHA Boys Reacting to Y/N being afraid of the dark!

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 will not hesitate to visit your room often as he could and provides light in the best of ways.

When he first found out, he deeply understood and offered to walk you on your way home when it was getting a little too late from training then he soon found himself nervously knocking your door in the middle of the night to see how you're doing.

"Hey- it's very late but are you o-okay?" He asks, a hand to the back of his neck with worried eyes as you stare at him with a smile- a little embarrassed that you were face to face with him in your sleep wear.

"Honestly, I couldn't sleep properly." You answered while he frowns, upset that you were probably up all night. With an idea lighting up in his mind, he speaks.

"I'll be back okay? Leave the door open for me. I'm just going to get something." He says with a smile while you nodded while he dashes off looking excited. You proceeded to your bed waiting for him, enjoying the light that the open door gave you. A few minutes pass and a panting Deku with multiple objects in hand. You chuckled at the sight while you let him in as he closes the door before letting a flashlight lit the room.

"What's all this?" You asked, pointing to the materials laid out on your bed while a blush creeps up on the boys cheek.

"I thought that I could make more of those light up stars to help you sleep better." Izuku says while your heart flutters at his comment.

"Let's do it then."

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 will be your night light and he'll also be the type to wait until you were asleep so he can make sure you're safe with him.

"What is it- oi stop moving around." Bakugo says while you shuffle in your sheets as your boyfriend questions your nervousness. Was it because it was your first night together? Fair enough, he hasn't known about that fear of yours but he's beginning to put the pieces all at once when he feels your grip on him tighten.

"Sheesh, it's just darkness." He says scoffing before you roll your eyes, pushing him off jokingly while you let your eyes close trying to ease the anxiety.

Seeing that you turned away from him, he sighs before pulling you to him, nudging you with his elbow.

"Look at this." He says while he sits up and you following his actions. The palm of his emits light, surprising you with the sound of a tiny explosion. He continues to hold it out in front of you, seeing the darkness of your room fade being replaced in orange tinted shadows.

"Bakugo- you don't have to do this. I'll be fine." You assured him so he doesn't overuse his quirk before classes. Although it was a small spark, you knew better than to keep him from resting.

"Stop lying. Just.. sleep. I'll be here anyways." The last bit of his sentence trailed off as if he was nervous to show his concern but sighing in defeat, you laid down slinging an arm over his waist, cuddling up on his side enjoying his warmth. You smile at him before speaking.

"Thank you, Katsuki." You bid him before closing your eyes while he sighs as well, wrapping his free arm around your shoulder watching you fall quietly.

He stares at the dirty light up stars on your room while he takes a mental note to remove them since he was always up to help you.

Once he feels how deep in slumber you were, the explosions from his hands die down while he lies with you slowly, careful to not wake you.

He looks at your sleeping state before sighing remembering that you feared this dark room. He then plants a swift kiss on your hair, looking at you once again.

"I'll be right here every day."

𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 would simply let you fall asleep to his nightly stories to make sure your mind doesn't fall on the hands of fear.

"Then Bakugo taught me how to dodge the attack without using my quirk then use my agility instead!" Kirishima rants following some hand movements as you chuckle with you on his chest as he carries on. He feels how your grip has loosened compared to how it was when he first got in bed with you.

With his endless stories, he too notices how your eyes grew heavy.

"Too tired from today?" He asks softly, his hands lost in your hair making it harder to stay awake.

"Not really. I just stayed up too long cause I- got scared." He looks at you with concern, while he intertwines your hands with his.

"Scared of what babe?"

"Is it silly if I say the dark?" He blinks for a second but then he shakes his head before pulling you closer to him before landing a loving kiss to your temple.

"It's never silly, bub. Your savior is here!" He says proudly, a cheeky grin making you laugh as you hold onto him more, closing your eyes as he smiles at the sight of you. From this day onwards, it seems like he's got a new mission but this mission was way easier and more important than the rest because he'd save you thousands of times before seeing you scared to wits.

"You sure are a hero, Eiji."

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 would mindlessly offer his embrace.

After seeing how quick you were to run to your room on heavy hours of training when the sun got down, he wondered too much about you. It was either you had your own plans or maybe a certain villain was out to capture you. Both options still got him curious.

So the next day of training and learning about which weaknesses of yours could be encountered in a fight, he hears an answer from you that might have gained his interest on you more.

"I prefer to avoid fights when it's dark." You said to Momo, Shoto looks at you with raised eyebrows but he understood either way. If he had his own fears that got in his way, he's sure that yours can get in your way too. Knowing you two share the same liking to each other, he decided to step up and find a solution to lessen your fear.

So when he was right at your door, knocking lightly, he thinks if his phone provided him with the correct answers.

"Todoroki? Hi, what are you doing here?" You asked him, pulling him softly inside your room while he looks around seeing stars decorating the place. He mentally checks off one of the options seeing that you already bought some of them to ease the fear a bit.

"I overheard you with Yaoyorozu and I'm here to help with this. "

"With—"

You were cut off by the tall boy engulfing you in a sweet embrace with his chin on the crown of your head as his hands were placed on your waist as he disregards his racing heartbeat seeing that he put zero hesitation in doing the top option in his research.

"It's okay to be scared of the dark." he assures you, but your focus wasn't on his words— it was on the fact that held you this close and that he knew about your fear. You were thankful that he didn't think it was childish or pathetic but you were too busy thinking about how his first way of showing his concern was like this.

With that, you hugged him back and with his closed eyes, you two had smiles tugged on your lips.

"Thank you, Shoto."

𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 lets your laugh echo through the room making you forget about all your worries.

Denki has always been charismatic when it comes to you. No matter how many jokes he threw, funny or not, you'd always smile or give him a reaction that he loves to receive but all jokes were sent aside when you mentioned your fear of darkness.

You brought up the topic when Sero had sparked up the conversation of what you hated the most and when you said yours, Kaminari was all ears and his mind began running on how to make things a little better for you. It must've been hard, he thinks. Darkness was everywhere so he had to help.

After some exhaustion from training and frustration from battling with Bakugo, he can tell how you were on edge as you went straight to your room after dinner. He knew sleeping peacefully wasn't going to be easy to accomplish today so he let his feet guide him to your room right when he finished his meal.

"Denki here!" He says while knocking. You open the door and he sees how you've wrapped yourself in a blanket, but your eyes bared no sign that you slept.

"Hey Kami, what're you doing here?" You asked him while he enters your room, pouting at how your lamp had flickering lights meaning it's energy was about to fail you. So, he walks right over to the lamp and places his hand on top of it and uses his quirk to make sure the light doesn't flicker anymore. Seeing that it was working properly again, he realizes he didn't want to leave yet.

"Oh thanks, Denki." You said smiling at him while he sits on your bed with an idea coming to his mind.

"I've got a story to tell!"

And a few minutes later, you've got yourself beside him with his arm draped on your shoulder while your laugh became too loud mixed with his making your sleepiness fade.

"Okay okay but you've got to sleep, Y/N. Don't overwork yourself tomorrow or else." He says with a chuckle while you laid down as he gets off your bed.

"Or else what Denki?"

"You'll find out tomorrow." he says, while you bid him goodnight. He comes closer to you just when you close your eyes as he gives a peck to your cheek while blushing furiously when your eyes opened at his actions. He immediately walks away muttering a quick good night as you chuckled when he sprints to the door making you turn off your lamp with a smile.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

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