#ughhh idek

[pwinkprincess]

hello!!! i hope ur having a lovely day! <3

i would like to request a nanami fic. maybe using the one bed trope??

thank you! XOXO

nanami has always preferred to do things alone. living, cooking, sleeping, organizing, everything needs to be done precisely and in his preferred way. working was also something he enjoyed doing on his lonesome. the way nanami moved was meticulous and it left no room for error. he enjoyed taking his time to learn his footwork and his abilities. as dreadful as being a sorcerer is, he has to find enjoyment in the littlest things.

“nami! i can’t open this!” you’re pouting and groaning in irritation while you struggle to open your can of cola. he glances to his side, you’re trying to use the tips of your fingers instead of your nails due to them being so long and squared.

“i told you to stop getting them so long.” he’s grumbling while taking one hand off of the steering wheel to open the can for you. once you hear the satisfying pop, a bright smile plays onto your pretty lips. 

“thank you, nami!” you smile excitedly while taking the can back.

he didn’t reply, only giving you a hum to let you know he heard you. you’re a nice girl, you remind him of something sweet. your personality is so bubbly and energizing, something nanami is completely polar of. even after months of working with you as both his partner and your mentor, he could never get used to you. you’re like a sweet slap in the face, he had stigmatized that the earth is cruel and evil years ago. and then here you go, prancing around all pink and glittery. 

when he first saw you, he thought you were a teenager, to give you some lead way; fresh out of high school. his eyebrows almost touched his hairline when he learned that you were actually well into your 20’s. you’re just a few years younger than him. he remembers complaining to yaga, to the higher ups, he was even so devastated that he found it in him to complain to gojo. 

“i’ve never needed a partner. i sure as hell don’t need one now.” he told gojo as he downed his fourth shot of whiskey. “and一and she’s just so fuckin’ opposite.” he complained. his pale cheeks were flushed red and there were small beads of sweat formed around his hairline.  

gojo has his infamous smirk on his lips as he listens to his ‘friend’ rant. “maybe that’s what you need, kento.” gojo tells him, honestly. “a reminder that you’re not even goddamn 30 yet. live a little.” 

if they wanted him to live a little they should’ve given him a vacation to the beach or something of that sort. that’s how nanami sees it, anyway. 

while you are just the sweetest thing, you sometimes are a lot to deal with. your attention span is too short, you become emotional when things don’t go your way, and you shut down too easily. nanami finds himself having to pick up the pieces alot when it comes to you. especially with you two being partners and the missions can sometimes be months long. something so delicate, hosts something so fiery inside. he’s seen you during battle. when a curse is taking too long to exterminate, when a mission drags on longer than told, when you accidentally break a nail from punching too hard. all those things tie together and create an absolute beast. he had almost felt foolish for doubting you the first time the two of you had gone on your first official mission together.

“nami.” your soft voice rings through his ears. he had a bad habit of zoning out, especially while driving. it’s become habitual to call out his name every now and then to make sure he’s actually focused. 

“i’m here.” those two words carry two meanings as he pulls into the hotel parking lot.

the two of you step out of the car. you stand beside nanami, watching as he pulls out his solid black duffel bag along with your hello kitty duffle bag. you continue mindlessly sipping on your coke even while he has to use his hip to close the door because his hands are full.

“you’re too good to carry your own bag?” he asks with furrowed eyebrows. 

“yup.” you make sure to pop the p. he can only glare at you. with a bright, unaffected smile, you blissfully ignore his intense, piercing glare and walk towards the entrance of the hotel. you stride confidently, with nanami towing closely behind you.

you walk up to the front desk and begin talking to the receptionist. she appears noticeably young, perhaps younger than both of you. her face is dotted with a variety of moles, along with a few faint acne scars. her upturned hazel-green eyes are striking, despite the dark circles beneath them. the contrast between her youthful features and the weariness in her gaze has you intrigued. you were a complete sucker for pretty girls. 

“we do have one more room available, but there’s only one bed.” she tells you two. her eyes sweep between the two of you hesitantly as she breaks the news.

both you and nanami freeze at her. usually, you would both get your own rooms and meet back up in the morning. instantly, there’s a pout on your face. the cheerfulness and confidence you once walked into the lobby with is quickly gone.

“how far away is the next closest hotel?” you ask.

“about forty minutes.” she replies.

you look behind you, at nanami; who seems to be calculating something. “what are we gonna do, nami?” you’re frowning and your tone holds a silver of frustration.

“we’re going to take the room. i get the bed and you get the couch.” is all he says. he steps up to give her the money.

minutes later the both of you are walking to your designated hotel room. nanami holds a look of nonchalance while you’re all pouty and frowning. 

he ignores it, he’s gotten so used to it. he knows your little attitude won’t last forever. something else will soon take your attention and you’ll soon forget about how upset you were seconds ago. once the two of you make it to the door, he slots the keycard inside of the lock and watches the red light flash green. he allows you to walk in first and trails closely behind you.

the room is spacious and inviting, a large king bed lies in the middle of the room, draped in crisp, high thread count linens and a plush, oversized duvet. soft lighting creates a warm ambiance, while large windows offer a stunning view of the cityscape surroundings. in the far corner,  a plush, deep set couch padded in soft, rich fabric, inviting everyone to sink into its comfort. the couch is surrounded by a pair of stylish armchairs.

“this is the best room so far!” you’re excitedly bouncing around and touching everything. you can barely stay in one spot before you’re moving onto the next. you open a door that leads to the bathroom. you let out an excited squeal when you see how big the bathroom is. “they have those drop-in bathtub things!”

you skip to nanami and grab you duffel bag out of his hands. “i’m gonna go shower!” you tell nanami before running back inside the bathroom.

𓊆ྀི ❤︎ 𓊇ྀི

“nami! jus’ lay down! i’ll sleep at the headboard and you sleep at the foot of the bed.” you try to negotiate with the man. this has been going on for a few minutes and you were beginning to grow irritated.

“the couch is fine. it’s big enough and it looks quite comfortable.” he declines.

“i’m gonna cry.” you threaten him.

“are you really going to cry because i prefer the couch?” nanami asks with both amusement and frustration. he was growing tired and wanted nothing more than to lay down at the moment.

“this is a large bed! i won’t be able to forgive myself if you sleep on the couch.” you explain to him.

nanami just sighs and stares at you. you stand there with your arms crossed, not giving up on wanting him to sleep on the bed also.he’s sure that if just goes and lay down on the couch you’d follow him and complain until he caves in to get you to be quiet. 

“alright.. alright.” he mumbles as he goes to the foot of the bed, far away from where you’d be laying. 

the both of you climb into bed with your backs toward each other. you’re facing the now covered windows while he faces the door. 

“g’night, nami.” you tell him sleepily.

“goodnight.” he replies.

𓊆ྀི ❤︎ 𓊇ྀི

nanami should’ve known. his eyes sleepily flutter open, he could feel your body greedily rubbing against his. your leg is thrown over his so that your clothed cunt could rub against his hardening dick. you’re letting out gaspy moans every time your clit gets captured against the tip of his cock. your face rests in the crook of his neck, dribbles of spit escape past your lips and land on his neck only for you to lap it back up. 

“sweetheart..” nanami trails off tiredly. he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel good but you two had to get up extremely early and when you don’t have enough hours of sleep, you turn into a little demon.

“i-i know.” you whine. “‘s gonna be the last time, n-nami. i jus’ need you.” you sniffle. 

everytime is you two have sex you try to reassure nanami that it would be the last time. he knows you’re lying and he can’t tell if you say and genuinely mean it or if you say it to just quiet him down. he should’ve known when you begged him to sleep in the bed with you that you were up to something. 

“i need you!” you repeat stubbornly. 

he huffs to himself as his fingers slide down under your flimsy shorts. you thumb makes contact with your clit and you’re instantly bucking yourself against his hand instead. you’re so wet, you already have his fingers covered with your arousal. 

“don’t wan’ your fingers, nami. wan’ your cock!” you don’t wait for him to reply to your statement. your hands greedily dig into his sweatpants and fish for his cock. when your hands come in contact with his length, he shudders and lets out a low curse.

“greedy girl.” he tsks. he helps you shuffle his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to be freed. “no prep?” he asks in worry. you need it so bad that you’re shaking your head no. you continue to lap at his skin, leaving marks onto him. with shaky hands, nanami tugs your shorts off of your legs and slides your panties to the side. “look at me.”

you raise your head and search for his hardened eyes. the second you two make eye contact, his lips latch onto yours. he hungrily keeps his lips pressed against yours as he lines his thick cock up to your leaking hole. he slowly pushes himself into you, the both of you gasp and moan into each others mouths as you become one.

he doesn’t keep a steady rhythm for long, the second his pelvis slaps against your ass he speeds up. he’s serious about getting some amount of sleep so that you two could be well rested for tomorrow’s mission. he continues to thumb at your clit while he thrusts into you.

“mnghhh! s-shit.” you moan out once the two of you pull away. nanami’s eyes glance down at your spit glossed lips, you look so delicious like this. 

“pretty girls don’t curse.” he lectures you. 

you can’t think of an insult to throw at his way. all you can do is moan a weak ‘sorry’ and grab at his shoulder. nanami coos at how dumb you’re becoming for him. he uses his other arm to hook it under your leg and bring it up higher. even though the movement is subtle, the change is obvious.

nanami is barely holding up, himself. his skin is flushed red and his hair is sticking down to his head. he’s letting out huffs as he tries to control himself and not cum so fast. it’s hard not to when your pussy is gripping him so tightly. 

he looks down and watches as his dick appears and then disappears inside of you repeatedly. he could see strings of your arousal smeared all over both yourself and him.

“fuck.” he mumbles before diving for your lips once again. as much as he wants to finish as soon as possible with how wet and needy you are, he knows you two will be going at it for hours. 

[virgilsoccult]

"The Grim Reaper, hidden in the darkness, opens his merciless eyes once again."

[jtspaderstills]

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[dizzybevvie]

No its alright (lying) ((thinking about how Gar and Laur live together and literally couldnt avoid eachother after the kiss at the play and how if Jess wasnt a fujoshi they actually wouldve had to work through their feelings and have a conversation))

[tar0star]

im watching haikyuu season 4 rn omg I love inarizaki high like congrats for being the team that has rintarou suna 🤭

[rossary-of-the-rose]

do you ever get like, ridiculously depressed that you’re not a part of your fantasy world? Like, for example, I have just finished reading the three Wings of Fire arcs (best books ever istg) and I am so sad. It’s actually stupid how depressed I am. I’m sad because I’ll never be in the wof world, I’ll never be able to meet these dragons or go to Pyrrhia or be a dragon, and this is literally the worst thing in the world to me. I won’t live in a world full of magic and open skies and adventure and cute lil Rainwings. I’ll never have a conversation with these dragons whose heads I’ve spent so much time in, and with who I have a genuine emotional connection and attachment with. I’ll never feel the wind on my wings, or visit all the kingdoms and sleep in a Silkwing hammock. It sounds so dumb, I know. I’m also sad because it’s over, and I will not be able to read any interactions between these dragons again. I love the adventure, don’t get me wrong, but my favourite parts of WoF are the little conversations or moments that we see between the characters. It could be Glory and Tsunami making sarcastic comments, Qibli teasing Winter, or that one memory between Pineapple and Jambu, and I will linger and obsess over these moments WAY more than I would over major plot points. They give the character life, and personality, and I could re-read them over and over again. And now that I’ve read all the main books, I am so desperately sad that I’ll never get more of those moments, apart from really short fan-made things. I’ll probably never get any more canon domestic moments between characters like Pineapple and Jambu, or Willow and Sundew, or Fatespeaker and Starflight. I’ll never be able to read and laugh at the interactions between the Prophecy Dragonets or the Jade Mountain dragonets. I wish authors would add more little domestic moments in their books, although I understand why they don’t, because of course most books need a problem to overcome so that it’ll be interesting to readers. But oh my god, if I just had one book full of just everyday things between all the WoF dragons, I would read it over and over and over. Sundew and Willow introducing themselves to their partners parents, Tsunami visiting Glory in her rainforest because she missed her and trying to play it off like the visit was nothing, Turtle spending more time with Queen Coral. I would just *slurp* these stories up. And it makes me feel devastated that I won’t get any stories like these anymore. The more I think about it, the sadder I get. I’ll never be in this beautiful, wholesome universe, and I’ll never see any more conversations/interactions between these dragons I love so much. It hurts like hell knowing this, even though I know that this is life, I know that. I know I’m being stupidly childish, letting this actually upset me, but I can’t help it. I’d just rather have that life so, so much more than this one. And knowing I’ll never have it, no matter what happens, really makes me wanna cry.

[absentmoon]

restarting my physical therapy excercises tonight everyone believe in me

[bunnihearted]

🪞😓🌧️

[threnodians]

i have been awake for over 24hrs 🤪

[badolmen]

Here we go again…

[pharawee]

It's easy to forget that Din is suffering, too. Ken has the support of all of their friends. Ken has his father, Din's parents and his older brother.

Din is living a stranger's life and hides his body under gloves and turtlenecks. He's isolated and alone (except for Sai and her fiancé, but he probably feels guilty about that, too). When Ken finally looks at him, he sees a stranger - and that's probably what hurts most. They share these moments, these meaningful looks, but Ken is always the one to withdraw first because he thinks of another him who's dead.

And Din knows that side of him will never resurface. He's killed it to keep Ken safe and he can't even be certain that Ken would appreciate his sacrifice. Lue's sacrifice. Because he isn't Din now. He's Lue.

His fantasy is literally for Ken to kiss and caress the parts of him that have changed (his scars, his hands, his face), yet he hides that side from him - for fear of what? Being rejected for no longer being the man whose photographs Ken surrounds himself with (and wouldn't that hurt so much? To seek him out and immediately be confronted with dozens of mirrors that no longer show the truth but a version of him that he can never again measure up to).

He dreams of a fresh start, a future where Ken falls in love with Lue and lays his love for Din to rest. It's such a simple thing, but surely he knows how impossible it is. How indulging in it makes everything so much worse. Room 707, the Northern Thai dishes, the drawings, the stargazing - is it because he can't help himself or does he hope Ken will appreciate the constant reminders?

It's heartbreaking, really, that when Ken smiles at Lue it's because he remembers Din. But when he's angry with him all he sees is Lue, a stranger who means nothing to him, an obstacle to staying true to the man he loves.

And even if the truth has now (presumably) been revealed, it will take a while for Ken to reconcile these two sides of Lue, to accept that who he loves and who he mourns and who he fears and who he hates are all the same person.

[imobsessed123]

I have panic attacks all the time idk why I can’t write about one ugh

[neck-thats-made-for-bruising]

I hope I'm pretty in a gay girl way

[chiistarri]

imsoo normal about guys byw

[penisliker-moved]

if stampede wasnts Trigun it couldve been a solidly mid anime. but bc it is it makes me so irrationally angry

[prettyboysmlm]

wait another week but treat urself to something nice now if you can

-🥄??

hmmm