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pairing: toji fushiguro x reader | 1.2k words
summary: boyfriend!toji again, fluff, soft!toji, grumpy x sunshine, that obligatory sick fic, bickering, affectionate scolding, pet names, this is very self-indulgent !!
rheya's note: had this written for so long and never posted it oops !! but yeah resident grump worrying over his fav what's new?
toji knows something is off as soon as he steps into his apartment. he comes to the conclusion almost immediately, because he isn’t greeted like he normally is when he comes home.
normally, he’ll push the door open and you’ll trip over yourself as you stand from the couch, a giddy smile on your face as you jump into his arms. and being the asshole that he is, toji never hesitates to grumble about it, clicking his tongue as he says things along the lines of “dammit kid one day i won’t catch you” or “jeez baby let me get in the house” or something similar. but despite all that his hands will still be attached to you, rubbing your back as he smothers an amused chuckle against your hair.
but not today. today he’s greeted by quiet and emptiness—a clear lack of you. he had opened the door ready to catch you in his arms, but all he can do is raise a brow at the silence. as much as he normally complains about it, this absence makes his gut churn. he pushes all that aside, more concerned than anything as he drops his jacket onto the couch and heads for the bedroom.
toji is nothing if not observant, paranoid as his eyes dart from corner to corner of the small apartment. it’s ingrained into him—this fear that his past will come back to haunt him and take you away in the most brutal way imaginable. but he tries to ignore that, continuing to head down the hall until he pushes the bedroom door open.
his shoulders drop in relief, seeing you laying on your stomach, face buried in the pillows, and he lets out a sigh. he sees you shift a little, signaling that you’re awake, so he takes a few steps forward.
toji climbs onto the bed and lays down next to you, dropping a heavy arm over your back. “what’s wrong?”
“don’t feel good,” you answer back. toji’s brows furrow, and he manages to push his free palm against your forehead. heat pulses against his skin, and his frown deepens.
“the fuck did you do to yourself?” he asks, not unkindly but still stern—you can only glare at him hazily.
“it’s not my fault!”
“uh huh,” toji rolls his eyes, threading his fingers through your sweaty hair and pushing it back from your forehead. “so me telling you to put some layers on when you go out in the cold has nothing to do with this?”
you huff, face heating under his pointed stare, and all you can do is shove his hand away, before pathetically burying your face into the sheets again. “shut up.”
“don’t be a brat.” toji lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head indulgently. “it’s your fault for not listening to me.”
“if you’re just gonna lecture me, go away,” you complain, cheek pressed into the pillow. toji snorts, though his hand rubs what you assume to be soothing circles on your back.
“who’s gonna make sure your dumbass doesn’t get into more trouble?”
another indignant huff, and toji only chuckles. “alright c’mon kid. let’s get you in better shape, yeah?” he grunts, looping his arm around your waist and tugging you up. you immediately protest, whining out a plethora of curses attached to his name, and he rolls his eyes. “okay, alright shut up.”
he maneuvers your body into sitting position, leaning you up against the pillows and pulling the blankets up with furrowed brows—meticulous in a way that he is only with very few things.
“you eat anything today?” he asks, still fussing over the blankets, and you gulp quietly. one look and toji’s frown grows deeper. “kid.” the word comes out stressed, like a scolding, and you wince.
“i didn’t feel like it,” you groan, trying not to wilt under his pointed glare.
“don’t care,” he huffs. “your body needs energy, stupid.”
“rude,” you mutter, crossing your arms and toji rolls his eyes.
“whine all you want—“ he stands up, rolling his neck until he hears a satisfying crack. “—still gonna make you eat something. soup okay?”
you don’t want to admit how tempting it sounds, so with an unrelenting amount of stubbornness you glare at him. “fine.”
his lips quirk upward into a smug little grin, and you try to refrain from throwing something at him. he pats your leg. “alright.”
he heads into the kitchen, leaving you to your thoughts. you hear the occasional sounds of cooking and utensils and before long, the comforting smell of soup wafts through the apartment. you try not to show toji how your mouth is watering when he walks back in, a bowl in his palm.
“here,” he grunts, propping a knee onto the bed that dips under his weight. “eat up, doll.”
you sigh, already hating the feeling of the cool sheets when you move even slightly to reach for it.
“you gonna make me spoon feed you?” toji’s brow quirks—smug, and obviously amused.
“i can do it myself thank you—” you try to take the bowl from him with a glare but he raises it out of your reach and clicks his tongue.
“will y’just let me do this one thing for you, jeez,” he complains, glaring down his nose at you.
you cross your arms with a huff, tone going slightly apologetic. “i feel bad—”
“why the fuck do you feel bad?” he asks sharply, eyes narrowed and confused and caught off guard like you’ve said the most out of pocket thing.
“because—” you stress, throwing your hands up miserably. “you were out on these crazy missions—probably tired as hell. and instead of relaxing you have to come home and take care of me because i was too stupid to look after myself.”
toji groans, putting the bowl on the bedside table before sitting on the bed completely. “kid,” he says emphatically, taking your face in his palms firmly. “how many times do i need to tell you this? i don’t mind lookin’ out for you.”
“yeah but—”
“no shut up,” he snaps, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. “you always worry about bothering me or inconveniencing me or some other crap like that. i’m telling you—don’t.”
his thumbs gently press into the apples of your cheeks, and your lips part under his pointed gaze.
“i like doin’ shit for you, okay? ‘n takin’ care of you when you’re sick? that’s nothing.” his lips tug into a lopsided smirk. “who else is gonna look out for you anyway?”
you purse your lips, throat going tight because toji rarely talks like this—so honestly open. and though you’re sure that many people out there would say he’s harsh and mean and not good for you, it’s things like this that prove how wrong they are.
“what’s wrong? did i break your brain?” toji asks, reaching up to knock his knuckle against your head, and you huff out a laugh, pushing his arm away.
“shut up,” you mutter, falling into his chest heavily. he chuckles, low and throaty as he pats your back.
“you up for eating now?” you can feel him reaching for the bowl, and you smile against him, pressing your face further into his warmth because toji will always be nothing but safe for you.
“in a minute,” you answer, looping your arms around his waist. he sighs, shaking his head but he doesn’t say anything else.
but you think you can feel him smile against your hair as he drops a chaste kiss to your forehead—you don’t tell him that though.
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blk fem reader x connie
s. you come up on rapper!connie’s timeline and he’s intrigued
you and rapper!connie knew each other through a mutual friend. you guys had met a few times, and despite it being a little flirtatious, it never progressed into anything more
rapper!connie who scrolled through his timeline as he hotboxed in his car until a video of yours came up. it was you in the dance studio which wasn’t surprising. the cheers from the other people watching in the room was heard over vixen by miguel playing loudly through the speaker
rapper!connie watched your controlled and sensual moves. he watched you stare past the camera into what he figured was the mirror. your eyes were low and your face was focused yet relaxed
the way your hips swayed had connie damn near drooling, especially when you got on the floor and showed off your flexibility. the way the black leggings stretched over your hips and the way your crop top rode up a little did not help
when you finished, everyone cheered and your face shifted completely. the sensual look turned to a bright smile that graced your pretty plump lips. you shied away from the applause and cheers from your friends before the video ended there
rapper!connie who liked the post and pressed on your username to view your page.
connie noticed the purple ring around your very pretty profile picture (a selfie of you smiling in the driver seat of a car with the sun shining on you) and clicked on it to view your story. there were some from 22 hours ago about your new nail set, a smoothie place you tried, and a repost of the flyer for the ‘stilettos ‘n saturday nights’ dance class. the caption read ‘2 hour masterclass. come out and support ladies and gents 😉’
rapper!connie who watched the very last story which was from an hour ago and turned the volume up to see if he could hear anything in the back. it was a short video of you messing with your curly hair and putting up the peace sign with a kissy face at the end
rapper!connie who ignored the hop on cod message from his friends for the time being so he could send you a dm
he settled on pressing the heart eye emoji that was in line with the others (‘a subtle move’ he told himself) and tried to remain calm after seeing the emoji fly up the screen
stop being a chicken
rapper!connie who was away from his phone for just two hours to play video games with his friends until he felt himself start to get sleepy
he yawned for the umpteenth time into the mic as he rubbed his eyes harshly. “ight ima hop off”
all of his friends bid him goodnight before he shut off his console. the room that was previously only lit up by the light from the monitor now remained dark. he removed his wife beater with one hand and used the other to open his phone
connie was excited to be met with a notification from instagram that read y/user sent a dm. it was one winky face emoji. a smile spread across his lips and he fell face down on to his bed. literally all you had to do was acknowledge him and he nearly fell in love
rapper!connie who felt a desperate feeling of needing to keep the conversation going, sent a message that said ‘your dance was fire asf’
rapper!connie who was geeked when you sent a reply that said ‘thank you 🥰’ within ten minutes
his friends and family would describe him as a lover boy even though his intimidating demeanor masked that. however, he never found himself in too many relationships or even situationships since he claimed the right person hadn’t come around
rapper!connie who’s heartbeat sped up when it showed that you were typing again
if i knew you would’ve seen it i would’ve tried a little harder
“oh god,” connie murmured out loud
rapper!connie who felt obligated to show out now. nah dont trip you can show me in person his message said
boyyy stop you replied back
wyd tmrw night, connie persisted
rapper!connie who physically cringed when you left him on seen. he knew for a fact that he blew it and he was lowkey embarrassed
he sighed before going to close out of the app until the three dots began dancing on his screen again
hopefully spending it with you
his reply back was quick, bet.
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i have some thoughts about dancer!nanami sponsored by the 10 years of dance training that i did as a kid and my roommates’ crippling dance moms addiction
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dancer!nanami who is the dancer who everyone wants to partner with. he's so accommodating and makes every lift look effortless and beautiful and always showcases his partner above anything else
dancer!nanami who loves the structure of ballet. he finds peace in finding an art form that has a mix of beauty and rules
dancer!nanami who gets offers to dance around the world in huge productions, most of which he turns down because he prefers to stay in his small studio and continue to study ballet and master his technique because that's where his heart is
dancer!nanami who decided to take one of those jobs one day, and was pleasantly surprised when he met you, the other lead that he would be working with
dancer!nanami who is so stoic whenever he's not in the studio, and yet comes to life the moment the music starts playing. who shares that liveliness with you as you learn the choreography together
dancer!nanami who always makes sure that you're eating well and drinking water in between rehearsals. who makes sure that your pointe shoes aren't too loose or too tight and that you have plenty of materials for padding and/or fixing them
dancer!nanami who lends a hand whenever you need it when you're stretching before rehearsal. he'll be a steady wall for you to balance with, he'll help you get your leg high above your head; whatever you need, he will happily help. he'll probably also add some suggestions for different stretches that either he's done or that he's heard work really well
dancer!nanami who can't take a compliment to save his life. he gets all red whenever you in particularly point out that he's doing really well even if it's just the simplest remark from you
dancer!nanami who, conversely, gives out compliments like they're second nature. but only when you're dancing. if it were anywhere anyone else, there would be no way nanami would let his praise slip out so easily, but with you it comes naturally because he's really just always in awe of how elegant and effortless you make even the most complex steps look
dancer!nanami who falls in love with your dancing when he finds you working at the barre hours after rehearsal ended. who asks to join you and promises that he won't be a disturbance, but really he enjoys spending more time with you and bonding over your equal devotion to dance
dancer!nanami who follows your lead for once when you ask if he'd like to practice your actual routine for a while, since you're both there anyways. who has a different level of tenderness about him now that the studio is cleared out and the only light is the last bits of the sunset pouring in through the window
dancer!nanami who lets his hands linger just a beat longer on your waist after a turn because he's just enamored with you. who never gets distracted while he's dancing except for when it's late nights like this with you where there's no pressure, just the two of you sharing your love
dancer!nanami who lets you kiss him when you're done because you're just so happy that you have such a talented and caring partner and that you're both starting to nail this dance. who kisses you back after a moment with just as much passion and love that formed through dancing and therefore couldn't possibly be put into words
dancer!nanami who brings an elegant bouquet of flowers out to you at every finale of the show and is sure to make you the star far above himself
dancer!nanami who has hearts in his eyes when he lifts you high about his head because you're just so gorgeous and he's so proud of you and all the hard work that you've put in to get to the stage
dancer!nanami who proposes to you in the studio where you first met. proposing on stage is much to flashy and impersonal to him, but when it's just the two of you, as well as some of your loved ones in the quiet studio, nanami thinks it's just perfect
dancer!nanami who, although it's not traditional, plans for the two of you to dance at your wedding. like sure also the typical couples' dance, but also a ballet number that you both learned years ago. it's nothing huge and performative, but it's what brought the two of you together, so it only fits
retired dancer!nanami who, with you of course, builds his own studio where the two of you can teach classes yourselves and inspire the next generation to fall in love with dance the way that the two of you did
retired dancer!nanami who still pulls you into the studio after all of the kids have left to dance. whether it's an old routine or just ballet combinations at the barre, it's both of your favorite ways to end the evening
i'm mentally ill over him for fucking real. i hope y'all enjoy this because it is a little different than how i usually post headcanons, but it made the most sense to me for this in particular. okay that's all, thank you for reading and indulging my brain rot (oh also i have a dancer!gojo draft rn so like if y’all like this then lmk bc then i can work on that)
commissions are open!
requests are open!
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UGGHHHHHH IM IN LOVEEEEEEE
ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ skincare with choso
content: fluff that’s literally it (also not proof-read) ⠂°⠄🕯
note: i love him sm <3
“What’s this for?” Your boyfriend choso asks, eyes squinting as he reads the label on the tall bottle filled with toner. “That’s just toner…it tones your face and gives it a more even appearance.” You educated him, while continuing to rub an oil cleanser over your face. “Oh..” he said slowly and you stifled a laugh. Your boyfriend had followed you into the bathroom while you were doing your skincare routine. He’s always thought that this stuff was pretty weird and pointless, but of course it would seem perfectly absurd when you had perfect skin like him. He had not a single dark spot nor freckle, only the black tattoo across his nose and his eye circles. You envied his skin. He was literally a man, what did he need perfect glass skin for?
Choso sat on the closed lid of the toilet as he watched you finish your skincare. There were always so may different products you had on the bathroom vanity, he barely understood why you need any skincare, much less a whole counter-full. Nonetheless, he liked watching you do your routine. It was always consistent and oddly comforting to watch. So, he wanted to try it too. As you finished moisturizing your face, you felt a gentle tug on your shirt. You look down and, there was boyfriend. Staring up at you all hopeful-eyed. “Can I try your..skincare? He asked. God, he was just perfect. You couldn’t say no to his curious eyes and sweet voice so you gave in. “Of course Cho.”
You spoiled your boyfriend terribly. You had gotten out all your favorite ( and unnecessary ) products out just for him. You pulled out sheet after sheet of face masks of every scent, texture and purpose. Out of the bathroom drawer came a pink, fluffy headband that you put around his head. You had scrubs, sponges, humidifiers and everything in between. What he’d thought might be relatively simple had you acting like a five year old that had found herself in the toy aisle of the store. You rubbed different creams over his pale skin, your warm hands contrasting the cold solutions. You’d coo and praise him for staying still or just ‘for having such great skin.’ You made sure to tell him what everything was doing and that it was all safe, but he couldn’t care less about what was on his face. He was just enjoying your soft kisses, warm touches and loving words.
“So this mask helps bring back moisture to your skin.” “Mhmmm” “And this one makes your face look all glowy and- Choso are you even listening?” You accused, watching as his eyelids fluttered back open. “Yes love, I’m sorry. J’s was enjoying this a little too much.”
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making up after an argument! ft. plug!choso
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“you for real mad over this shit, bae?” choso exasperates, arms spread, eyes squinting finding it impossible to believe your argument, his back to the headboard of his king size bed.
“yeah. i am actually. is it so bad that i wanted you to give me some attention?” you snap back.
“nah, ma. but not when i’m around my friends and i’m tryna chill with them.”
you huff and turn away from him, tears swallowing the now glossy whites of your eyes, you feel your heart fracture a little.
a silence passes with only your sniffling resonating.
choso notices your quieter demeanour and sighs. he brings a warm hand to your shoulder and rubs. “i’m sorry, baby.”
“you’re such an asshole sometimes,” you crack, though loud, and let the tears falls, stay focused on the nothingness in front of you. perhaps the little bits of mess collected on the floor if you weren’t so consumed by the weight of this cloudy pain.
he kisses your shoulder, the smooch echoing, his voice soft, “i know.” he benignly agrees.
“i just..hate it when you treat me like i’m less important. like you like me less.” you honestly reply.
he moves quickly, puts another hand on your same shoulder and brings his face closer to yours, an attempt to watch your face as you talk. “don’t say that, you know that’s bullshit.” he breathes, hopeful that you’ll trust his sincerity.
“yeah, well. it feels like it.” you almost roll your eyes and turn your head away to squash his attempt to look at your wet face.
he rubs your arms up and down, swallowing the regret born from the earlier harshness of his tone. “i ain’t mean it like that, mami. you the most special thing in the world to me. could give a fuck less about the guys.”
you sigh again, wince at the internal pain of it.
he meets the crown of his head with your half naked back, still rubbing your bare arms, “i love you, baby. ion wantchu to ever feel like you not important to me cuz you are.” he picks his head up and pinches your chin to near it to him.
“look at me, baby.” you do.
he kisses you then watches your eyes flick down. “you are. and i love showin’ you off.” you make eye contact with him again. it reassures him, just a bit. he continues, “cuz you my girl. and i’m sorry for being a dickhead about it.” he kisses your cheek, “forgive me.”
you flick back and forth between his eyes, search for any malice or dishonesty in them. you don’t.
“you promise you won’t do that again? won’t forget that i’m there…?”
“i never forgot you were there, hun. just got carried away. let my priorities slip.”
you sigh a last time, pout your lips a little absentmindedly, “just promise.” you beg, desperate for that little bit of restful confirmation.
he peppers your face in light kisses and has his hand gesture mirror his sentence, “cross my heart.”
you smile as the waves of forgiveness wash over you, “i’m sorry i yelled.”
“no no i get it. you’re right. i shouldn’t have acted like that and imma be better.” he promises.
you inch closer and squish his cheeks a little, “you better be.” then lean in for a kiss that deepens quicker than you intended.
“promise, baby,” he pants between the hot kiss, feeling the smoothness of your waist before becoming modest with his touches by your breasts, still desperate as ever.
“good.” you whisper back, hand tangled in his hair.
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plug!mammon headcanons
a/n: let me just put this out there that I haven't played obey me in so long and I've fallen out of the fandom tbh. But was reading plug!eren fics for whatever reason and wanted to write something for this page...
fluff, discusses drugs and substance use
plug!mammon who got the idea of dealing from the casinos he frequents, in a dark shady vip area he witnessed all sorts of substances being used and sold well for one being the avatar of greed he heard how much these little baggies go for and two had some connections on how to start said business so the man was already set.
plug!mammon who’s largest clientele base is at RAD why you may ask well he started making a quick buck off of students who wanted a way to destress and since there's no rules on dealing on school grounds mammon ran with it, later he got his fanclub to do the fine tuning after getting a shit ton of messages asking to buy. While mammon is the face of the operation his fans take care of distribution, payments etc all this man has to do is sit pretty and watch the cash flow come in
plug!mammon who at first glance is the definition of logo mania. This man can never leave the house without showing off where he’s buying his clothes in some way. And it doesn't help to see this man with copious amounts of shopping bags decorating his arms from said stores.
plug!mammon when meeting you for the first time couldn’t trust you for shit as he thought you’d snitch to lucifer or diavolo so he made sure to have his goons keep a close eye on you and make sure you stay away from anyone who could unintentionally rat him out.
plug!mammon who after getting to know you more especially after your pact didn’t want you to know what he does not out of fear of getting caught but because he cared about you in some confusing way and wanted you to keep your innocence but that didn’t last long tbh you know this man is stupid affectionately and can’t cover up his tracks
plug!mammon after coming clean revels in the fact that you’re amazed he somehow started an empire and loyal clientele. You ask so many questions practically idoling the man he cant help himself but brag and gloat about how people fear him and need him all at the same time.
plug!mammon who will never let you come along on his deliveries now I know I said he doesn’t take part in the distribution but for the people who been day one’s demons known to have fat fucking wallets he makes the trips out himself, its just to create a long lasting relationship but these people don’t fuck around and the last thing mammon needs happening is you being caught up in business since his brothers nor anyone else in his life don’t really know about this he can’t protect you properly if something goes south.
plug!mammon who overtime confesses his feelings for you by taking you out on the fanciest “date” he told you it was to celebrate how much money he made for the year and spoils you to no end, he picked out an outfit for you with the help of his personal shoppers, got you a limo filled with fine alcohol and smells oddly familiar of mammons cologne.
plug!mammon who after making it official with you is obsessed with you, he is thinking of you when he’s dealing, counting money, with his friends etc. He refuses to keep you out of his mind and when he’s with you??? Oh it doesn't get any better always in your bubble one way or another this man GETS his way. Little miss princess
#obey me#obey me fluff#obey me headcanons#obey me mammon#mammon x mc#obey me x mc#obey me x reader#omswd#obey me nightbringer#om! mammon#mammon avatar of greed
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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。SPRING — NANAMI KENTO.
contents. domesticity with nanami after moving in together. aka brushing your teeth. aka staring at him shamelessly as he does mundane tasks. (me writing someone other than gojo or geto ???? whatttttt :O)
it doesn’t hit you that you and kento now live together until the the morning after the first night.
it’s spring. there are flowers you want to keep in your balcony sitting in your living room, the box labeled dishes is half empty from only what you took out for dinner, and you aren’t quite sure where your clothing box is because you forgot to label it. but kento is handsome next to you in the bathroom, shirtless as he brushes his teeth.
there are two sinks—one for you and one for him, but you opt for brushing your hip against his and sharing one. he doesn’t say anything, just scoots a little to the side and rinses his mouth as he makes room for you.
“please stop staring,” he mumbles tiredly, “it’s getting awkward.”
“you look handsome,” you pout, “i can’t admire you?”
“i’m brushing my teeth,” he deadpans.
“yes, a very handsome sight. i love seeing your care for dental hygiene.”
kento sighs, grabbing the small towel from the side and patting his face dry as you lean down and spit, rinsing your own mouth and plopping your toothbrush back in place. next to his.
and your face wash is beside his too, and so is your shampoo and body wash in the shower. you step to the side, bumping hips with him again as you grin—it’s ecstatic, the expression on your face.
“kento, i just realized something,” you murmur, leaning to press a kiss to his jaw. it’s smooth, the feeling of his skin under your lips—you watched him shave earlier, sat on the counter and swung your legs as he carefully ran the razor along his skin.
“and what’s that?” he asks, patting your face with the towel, gently wiping away the droplets of water with extra care.
“we live together now—and i can watch you brush your teeth every day,” you grin.
“we shared a bed last night,” he raises a brow, “i’m sure you realized a bit before this that we now share a living space.”
wrong.
your home isn’t put together yet—you couldn’t find your pajamas last night, so you wear kento’s. the coffee machine still hasn’t been taken out and plugged in yet, and breakfast is currently limited to cereal and fruit that doesn’t need to be cut until the kitchen utensils have been organized. your couch hasn’t arrived yet, and your bed is currently just a mattress on the floor until the bed frame is delivered.
it doesn’t really dawn on you that you and kento are living together until you wake up with his chest under your cheek and his breath fanning against your forehead. sure, you and kento have spent nights at each other’s apartments—but that always results in one rising before the other to leave early and make up for the extra distance in the commute to work.
today, however, you and kento are home together. it’s spring—you can hear cicadas calling and see the buds blooming in the plants outside. there are flowers waiting to be potted in your balcony, and fresh strawberries of the season waiting for you in the kitchen.
and when you watch kento take his time and brush his teeth, hip accidentally bumping against yours as he leans down to rinse his mouth, you realize your home is with kento now.
you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck, “well, we’ve shared a bed before,” you kiss delicately at the slant of his jaw again, “but i’ve never seen you shirtless and brushing your teeth.”
“this new obsession is scaring me,” he mumbles, “what’s so special about me brushing my teeth?”
“oh, kento,” you grin, warm and bright and as fresh as the first breeze of spring, “it’s certainly a sight. you just have to see it.”
he hums, shaking his head gently as he chuckles in that soft, calm little way that he does. his arms find your waist.
your bathroom, even with missing shower curtains, feels like it’s always been yours. it feels natural, living with kento, it feels natural sharing a towel to wipe your face and leaving the door unlocked for the other to come in as you prepare for the morning.
“i have my own sight,” he murmurs, tracing your cheek as his hand cups your face, “you look lovely when you drool in your sleep.”
“kento,” you whine with a pout, “don’t watch me sleep.”
“how could i not?” he grins, brown eyes bordering on hazel as they brighten, “it’s the best new part of my mornings.”
he kisses you there, in the bathroom you still have to finish setting up, the tiles cool beneath your feet and his lips warm against your mouth.
it’s spring when you move in with kento—and you have a newfound appreciation for the season.
guess who wants to brush her teeth in the mornings with nanamin. it might be me. it might be my undying need for domesticity. it might be my deep desire to witness him spit. it might be both. i haven’t decided yet
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the perfect balance
for the first time in your life, your husband seems slightly less than thrilled about a date idea… you find out why.
1.2k words, gn!reader x nanami kento, all fluff + a bit of teasing
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“let’s do something tomorrow, kento,” you tell him as you stir dinner over the stove. he’s right next to you, preparing another part of dinner.
he hums, “i’d love to. did you have something in mind?”
you think for a moment before replying, “hmm, i guess i didn’t really… wait! can we go ice skating?”
it’s impossible to miss the excitement in your voice when you land on the idea, and it’s equally impossible to miss the way kento’s shoulders tense.
you tilt your head slightly, “unless you don’t want to do that… we could do something else.”
you really wouldn’t mind doing something else—you’d do just about anything as long as it was with your husband.
he seems startled by your suggestion, “no! no, ice skating is… fine. sounds fun.”
you set down the wooden spoon you’d been using to face nanami. it takes him a second to meet your gaze, and that’s immediately how you know something’s off.
“we don’t have to, honey, you don’t seem too thrilled by it,” you offer, a bit confused by his behavior.
“no, if that’s what you want to do, i’d love to,” he glances towards the ceiling, searching for the right words. you place a hand on his to bring him back to reality. “it’s just… i’ve never…” he trails off as your eyes grow wide.
a giggle escapes you and kento’s eyes flash to yours. he’s visibly confused by your laughter, and you’d admit that maybe it wasn’t very nice to laugh at him. or rather to laugh at the situation.
“what’s so funny?” he asks, a small frown decorating his face.
“you’ve never been ice skating before?” you ask, almost in disbelief.
he lets out a soft sigh, “no, i haven’t,” he pauses for another round of your giggles. he pulls you closer to him, a smile finding its way to his lips—yours really is infectious to him. “and perhaps i don’t want to look like a fool in front of the love of my life… especially if they’re going to laugh at me.”
you brush a piece of his hair out of his face and hold his face gently, “i’d never laugh at you, my love. i just think it’s funny that someone as perfect and graceful as you might not be perfect at something.”
he leans in to press a kiss to your lips, “i’m sure that will be amusing to you, sweetheart. we can go ice skating, if that’s what you want to do. even if you’ll laugh at me the whole time.”
you giggle again before turning back to dinner. oh, you don’t think you’ve ever been so excited for a date with your husband.
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you get to the rink, and you’re pleasantly surprised that it’s not too busy. kento holds your hand tightly in his as he hands over his card to rent two pairs of skates.
you’re nearly giddy as you lace yourself up—it’s been so long since you’ve been skating, and you’re even more thrilled that it’s kento’s first time ever.
you stand in front of kento as he finishes lacing his own skates, holding out a hand to him.
“ready?” you ask excitedly as he takes your hand to stand up a bit shakily.
he lets out a small sigh, “ready as i’ll ever be, i suppose.”
you lead him over to the entrance of the rink as he adjusts to walking on the thin skate. your smile has yet to leave your face at the sight of your husband learning to walk again.
you step onto the ice first, giving yourself a moment to adjust to the sensation before holding out a hand to kento, who looks just about as nervous as you’ve ever seen him as he takes his first steps on the ice.
almost immediately he starts slipping, death grip on your hand tightening as he struggles to find his balance. when he finally evens out, he looks at your smile and his expression softens.
“well, are you going to help me or just laugh at me?”
“i haven’t laughed once!” you defend yourself, although you’ll admit that a few giggles have been suppressed. “hold onto my hand and the wall, and just push off. not too hard, just little bitty pushes.”
nanami takes a deep breath before following your instructions, sandwiching himself between you and the wall to take small, barely moving steps.
you’re patient with him, as he’s been with you so many times, and eventually you make your way around the rink once.
“feeling okay?” you ask, taking a brief break against the wall. “you’re doing fantastic.”
kento’s a bit breathless and still quite shaky as he replies, “hanging in there. i have a great teacher, after all.”
you give him a quick peck before turning around. you hold out your hands to him, and he only takes one at first.
“you’re going to go backwards?” he asks, as if you’re pulling off the greatest feat known to mankind.
“mhm, and you’re going to take the other hand off of the wall and take both of mine,” you smile back at him.
he still looks at you like you’re a bit crazy, but eventually takes his hand slowly off of the wall and places it in yours. he wobbles a bit at first, but you help him find balance quickly. he really is a very quick learner.
you make your way around the rink a few more times, with only a few stumbles and no major falls. kento’s eyes stay locked on his skates, allowing you to stare at him uninterrupted. he’s gorgeous like this, you think. he’s always breathtakingly handsome, but you rarely see him this focused, his cheeks even warmed with a bit of pink. if you didn’t think it would knock him clean off balance, you’d kiss him silly right now.
“do you want to try by yourself, now?” you ask. you’re sure he’s capable at this point, but you don’t mind holding his hands either. “i’ll still hold your hand, but we could go side by side now, i think.”
he looks a bit nervous at your suggestion, but agrees slowly. you turn around to face forward again, keeping his left hand in your right. as every other start has been, he’s a bit unsure of himself to start, but within only a handful of minutes you’re skating side by side as if you’d done it your whole lives.
a smile warms your face as his hand clings to yours. this was exactly what you’d had in mind when you suggested ice skating—it all felt too perfect. like a scene out of a cheesy hallmark movie.
after another handful of laps around the rink, the two of you decide you’ve had enough for the day and step off the ice. it’s almost instant, the way kento’s usual confidence returns when he’s back in his street shoes.
he kisses you passionately by one of the small fires that lines the rink, cold hands holding your face.
“this was fun, my love,” he says softly.
“it was perfect, kento. thank you,” you reply before pressing your lips back against his.
this is all i’ve been thinking about for weeks now btw. i do in fact think he’d be really good at ice skating, but it’s fun to make him not perfect every once in a while :3
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𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 !
☆ Pairing: Nanami x Fem!reader
☆ Genre: Fluff
☆ Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, very slight swearing. Reader was a student of Jujutsu High.
𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅
Nanami as your Schoolmate
You two met in the 2nd year of Jujutsu high, and it was literally at a vending machine. That day, he was in a really bad mood, and so he was kicking the machine 'cause it won't drop his drink.
"Goddamn it! This shit isn't working" he exclaimed, and you witnessed all of these quietly. It might be weird, but you actually found him cute while sulking. Even though he looked like that one weird emo classmate you'd definitely avoid, you tapped his shoulder to give him a drink.
He was shocked when he felt your hand tap his shoulder, and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks out of embarrassment. All he could say was "thanks" before you left the scene.
Ever since that moment, you two met in the library, at the convenience store, and almost everywhere you go. It seemed weird how he is offline whenever your online game buddy is offline. You also caught him one time in the library playing your favorite game, but were too shy to approach him 'cause it seemed like he was hiding from the librarian.
One day, you saw each other in the library, and mustered up the courage to ask him, "Hey...are you user SilentAnhilator?"
This was probably the riskiest and most embarrassing thing you've ever done in your life—asking someone you're not close with and at the same time, outing yourself as a gamer.
You expected him to give you a sour look, however, you were met with a blushing teenage Nanami which you still find cute whenever you remember it.
"I....Yes"
You became friends after that incident.
The trio formed (you, Nanami, and Haibara) always went on missions together, where Nanami would remain silent. Of course, he isn't safe from your teasing and Haibara's jokes no matter where you go.
Nanami as your boyfriend
He confessed to you after a year of being colleagues. He realized that the reason he gets awkward around you is not because you were former classmates, but because he liked you.
He decided to confess his feelings after seeing you in the infirmary, heavily injured from a mission.
"Are you okay? Do you need meds? Can you stand? Please, answer me."
That was the first time you ever saw Nanami cry. You asked him why he was so worked up to the point of shedding tears, it's just a stab and a few broken bones—nothing that Shoko can't fix.
"I'll tell you why when...the time is right." He brushed that question off, but your heart was beating fast, hoping that it was more than a friend's concern.
A week later when you were fully recovered, he asked you out for dinner. There, he formally confessed his feelings like a mature man would.
"Y/n, I hope you don't feel uncomfortable, it's just that I have something to confess."
That moment, you could hear your heart beating fast.
"I like you, romantically, as a lover. At first, I didn't know why I felt nervous around you and why... my knees get weak when I see you. I thought I just saw you as a dear friend and a valuable colleague but as time passed, I started seeing you in my dreams and I could tell that it already was beyond platonic..."
You remained silent, still taken aback by his words, face flushed in red.
"...I'm sorry if this is so sudden, but can I date you? I promise to properly court you, and I definitely take relationships seriously."
Seeing you flustered and speechless, he thought he was making you uncomfortable. But in fact, you were just taking time to process your 10-year crush's confession.
"I-I'm sorry, I made my dear friend uncomfortable. I understand if you don't feel the sam—"
"I like you too" was all you could say before hugging him tightly. Immediately, he reciprocated the action by hugging back.
Since that night, he started courting you by giving gifts, talking sweetly, and doing affectionate acts of service. Of course, he remained very respectful. In fact, your first kiss happened only after 3 months of dating.
He is very good in handling his alcohol, and so he always goes with you to office parties (which is always with Jujutsu High teachers).
* f/n=your first name
(He knew that you still had a hangover from the way you typed. Right after getting on the car, he continued to tease you about drunk-flirting with him on your way to Jujutsu High.)
Nanami as your husband
Please read my previous fics to see how he proposed to you 🙏🏻
He is definitely a caring husband who wants nothing but to live a peaceful life with you.
When you two married, you immediately moved to your house in Kuantan, Malaysia. That house was planned for and built for 2 years (through mutual efforts)
Now both retired from being sorcerers, he works a simple job at a bakery down the street while you pursue your dream of being a lawyer.
Since you both decided to live a simple life, he used his savings for the past 10 years in funding your daily expenses (he still earns a constant sum from his humble job at the bakery).
One day, you got sick and he had just finished his shift at the bakery.
Notes: I love him so much I'm so delusional but I don't think I could ever find a man like him.
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a very tiny fic of frat!miguel pining on cheerleader!y/n in college. might expand, we’ll see ;)
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fucking. frat parties, man,
you hate it. despise it even. what’s so good about them anyway other than the fact watching dumb boys in snapbacks making a fool of themselves with drinking games?
definitely not your scene, but unluckily for you—it has always been your friends favorite thing to look forward to,
“you need to cut yourself some slack babe. this party will do you good! i promise!”
rolling your eyes, you slip on one of your favorite heels before glaring at her. “doubt it but thanks for the positivity”
“maybe todd will be there and you guys will catch up?”
“like hell we will” you scoff, walking towards the dressing table to pamper yourself,
“that shit is history, he’s a fucking dead man”
a certified douche bag, that’s what todd is. dated him in freshman year and the relationship went for about six months before calling it quits because he had his tongue down some other girl’s throat and he had the nerve to blame it on you,
you were pretty much done with men at that point,
“she’s right” one of your friends, gloria points out. “you guys forgot what that asshole did to her, hm?”
“but” one girl steps in. “people change, right?”
you and gloria exchange looks, biting back a mocking smile at how innocent and naive the girl sounds. however, you shake your head at gloria, telling her to hold it in.
“yeah, sure” you shrug at her question, busying yourself with makeups as the other girls from behind you continue with their chatting,
“what about miguel? that tall sexy one”
your hand freezes at the name, as a collective of ooh’s and dreamy sighs fall upon your ears. yet you dismiss it anyway,
“and what about him?”
lyla, the pixie haired cut girl chimes in. “wasn’t he the one who blew you a kiss during the football game? you know, when you were cheering”
it was the championship game, one after finals had ended. you and your cheerleading team were on the sidelines doing the stunts. one of the duties of being one was to cheer for your home team. being extra perky and all smiley,
he scored another touchdown within the last ten seconds, in which the crowd had erupted into loud cheers. this man sure got some speed on his feet,
you clapped your poms poms together, jumping in excitement while yelling out his jersey number. the rest of the girls are doing the same thing, some even louder than others. leading the crowd to loudly chant his last name,
miguel took his helmet off, smiling proudly at the full audience while bumping his chest with his fist. then his eyes landed on you, smile going wider as he watched you cheer for his team,
then he did it. blew you a kiss as he waved. mouthing a ‘that one’s for you’ before winking, in which you only rolled your eyes at the respond. you truly had no time entertaining another heartbreaker on campus.
that man maybe devilishly handsome and charming, but he also shared some highly disturbing amounts of girls in his dorm,
or so you have heard.
his friend jogged towards him, clasping his hand around miguel’s shoulder,
“new girlfriend, o’hara? or looking for a quick fuck?”
if it was any other circumstances, he’d punch him for saying that about you. but he was far too entranced by your beauty to actually give a shit. instead he smiled, eyes refused sto leave yours as he watched your body move.
“girlfriend. working on it, compá”
his voice is confident. almost like he’s sure that you’ll be his. and you will
miguel finds you to be far more intriguing than the rest. beautiful, top of the class, fucking funny too. ever since he had exchanged a couple words with you during one the class you both shared, you pretty much occupy his mind from there.
and he had watched you punch one of the guys at his party one time so safe to say you’re the reason why his dick is hard for the rest of the night
“not only that. he touched down and said it was for you, didn’t he?! ugh! i am so freaking jealous!”
it’s almost funny how hopeless romantic most of your friends are. i mean sure, you are too, who isn’t? but you would argue that if it wasn’t coming from miguel, those girls probably won’t be swooning like right now,
“you both are overreacting. he was just in the heat of the moment.”
“nuh uh” gloria shakes her head in disagreement, scoffing with a small smirk. “she’s right, that boy wants you. he wants you bad. like ‘24/7 deep dick inside your pussy and won’t let you walk straight after fucking’ wants you”
“a very… vivid detail, gloria…” you widen your eyes with a laugh while the other girls agree. “but okay”
“how do you even know that?”
“beck said so” she shrugs, making you look at her with a deadpan expression. “what? me and him went back to fucking, don’t judge me!”
a snort escapes your lips, tugging the lipgloss back out of your makeup pouch before unscrewing the tube,
“he’s like a total player, no? i don’t think i could get together with a man who sticks his dick into any hole”
“that’s not true. they’re just rumors”
“yeah, wasn’t dana the only girl he had ever dated?”
“no that was xina. dana fucked his brother”
“what?!”
“isn’t it the other way around?”
“i’ve never seen him with girls that often. your opinion could be wrong y/n”
you brush it off and let the girls gossip in the back. whether it’s true or not, staying away would probably better. after todd, you don’t think you can afford another heartbreak.
fucking. men
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the party had started a few hours ago, and it’s packed. a lot of students come and start filling up the house, the sound of asap rocky’s ‘frat rules’ booming through the speakers.
it’s not even close to midnight but miguel already spot a few kids getting drunk and throwing up in the backyard making him winces in disgust. he has told a few of his friends to keep an eye for broken furnitures but he doubts any of them listen,
they’re far too busy exchanging saliva with some of the girls from the sorority,
“yo o’hara! beer pong later! you’re on my team!”
peter, one of his frat brothers yells. miguel looks over his shoulder to see him standing by the pong table with the others, he has his arm around a red haired girl’s shoulder.
miguel flashes a smile, head shaking as he fixes himself a beer from the keg. “count me out, parker. go find other team player”
“oh boo! you’re no fun these days, o’hara! don’t tell me you’re standing by to see if she’s coming?”
“wait, miguel’s crushing on someone?” the red haired asks
“i told you babe, it’s the girl from cheerleading team”
miguel doesn’t respond, because peter is right. he has been scanning over the room, pacing back to back to see if you’re here yet. a disappointment sigh leaves his mouth each time he fails to find you,
his frat brothers think he’s gone crazy. because why would he get himself so worked up over one girl when there’s dozens of others lining up to get dicked down by him? pretty ones even,
but that’s the thing, miguel doesn’t find hooking up to be something that needs to be praised for. why would he pat himself on the back for screwing half of the sorority sisters? or bet on who gets to be the lucky bastard to get into the quiet girl’s panties?
gross. that’s for sure. but it seems that his brothers think otherwise. he has no say in that, obviously. to each their own.
“she’s coming, dude. chill. you’ve been eyeing the goddamn door non-stop” beck chuckles, sipping on his beer can
he ignores him, clicking the tongue against his teeth. “you told gloria, right? to bring her here?”
“i did. so stop worrying. enjoy for a bit”
beck leaves him with that, not before bumping miguel’s shoulder lightly with his fist, leaving miguel with his brows furrowed and lip in a small pout,
‘where are you?’ he thinks,
“hey miguel”
a feminine voice pulls him out of the trance, in which he quirks an eyebrow and notices a short haired girl appears by his side, dragging her long manicured nails down his bicep,
“not interested” he shoots her a quick glare before averting his gaze back towards the door,
the girl pouts, taking the bold move by resting her temple against his shoulder in which he shakes her off causing her to gasp,
“the fuck o’hara?!”
“i told you. not interested. beat it” he downs his red solo cup before scrunching it, licking his lips. “go find another guy to bang”
she huffs at that, stomping her feet like a child like her parents refuses to give her candy,
“i mean it. move, i am not—“
“y/n! gloria! you two made it!”
that does it for him. soon as he hears your name falls from beck’s mouth, his gaze never moves quicker. seeing his frat brother by the entrance, greeting gloria with a kiss and you’re standing by gloria’s side with a small smile,
oh god, you.
who looks absolutely breathtaking tonight. adorned in a pretty pink dress that hugs your curves in the right way, your makeup is light and he’s thankful for that. long thick hair fall against your back, leaving your shoulders exposed,
simple yet look so expensive,
miguel pays no mind to the girl besides him, simply just walking away. he doesn’t even bother to acknowledge the people who congratulates him on the win as he strides closer to you,
“y/n y/l/n… what a sight for sore eyes it is to see you, muñeca”
a familiar voice saying your name makes your head turn, seeing who it is. the head of fraternity. miguel o’hara,
he has his arms crossed, causing his biceps to bulge a bit, making him look bigger than he already is. you eye the outfit he has on. a black muscle tank and grey sweatpants. chocolate hair tucked into a bright red snapback that he props on backwards,
he shoots you a flirty smirk, walking a little bit closer just enough to create a small gap between the two of you,
“miguel o’hara” you speak his name, faking a smile. “surprised to see you still sticking around here. i thought you’d be by your room already, pleasuring another girl”
he winces playfully, hand over his heart pretending to be hurt. “ouch, muñeca” a small chuckles leaves his mouth as he watches you roll your eyes, “always with the horrible assumptions. care to play nice this time?”
you glance at him with a scoff. “we both know that’s a fact. you always leave with a girl, don’t you?” you question, eyebrows furrowing as you tilt your head to the side,
he hums, scanning the room before looking back at you. “false. but i’ll let you believe what you want to believe, muñeca.”
you try to guess if he’s being sarcastic with it or actually telling the truth, and you swear it’s the latter. however, you refuse to fall for it,
“what do you want, o’hara?” you sigh, sipping on the beer gloria had offered earlier,
with a chuckle, he leans against the nearest wall, hands shoved into the pockets of his pants. “is it a crime for me to talk to a pretty girl i have a crush on? is there any written policies about that?”
your heart flutters when he calls you pretty. not to mention, a crush?
yeah okay, you do find him extremely attractive and sexy. like, really really sexy. guilty as charged. but who doesn’t think so? his dashing smile and seemingly soft hair do make you a little bit crazy. he’s a total heartthrob on campus.
not only is he the vice captain of the football team but he’s one smart student. passes every class, rarely get a score below B’s. no wonder why teachers are chasing his ass for him to tutor some of the students.
and if that’s not enough, you know how much he loves to spend his time volunteering at local organizations, doing food kits for donations even providing a cost-free child care around the community,
he’s almost—too good to be true.
“i’m flattered, truly. but flirting won’t get you anywhere, mr.” you wag your finger side to side,
“seriously?”
“seriously”
“wow” he breathes out a sigh, faking a disappointment. “i got to try harder than that then”
a giggle leaves your mouth, head shaking. “my advice? stop trying, o’hara”
“i can’t do that, muñeca”
you tilt your head to the side,. “and why’s that?”
“i just told you”
“hm. surely there are other girls out there, o’hara”
“i don’t want them”
“persistent aren’t you?”
“kind of” he casually shrugs. “why, you don’t like it?”
“quite the opposite”
“and why is that entertaining to you?” he asks with a smirk,
“i like seeing men desperate. i like seeing them beg for something they know they can’t have” you bite down onto your lower lip. your respond is not meant to be flirty, but more of like a playful statement.
yet somehow, it triggers something in him. something good.
his eyes flicker down to your mouth, puffing out a deep breath. “shit, you’re making it harder for me now” he mumbles, tongue sticking out to wet down his lip,
“harder to what exactly?”
“to not want you” he replies bluntly, tone changes into a serious one. but it doesn’t come off as a lust or desperation,
your smile falters a little when you realize how serious he becomes. swallowing a lump on your throat, fingers digging into the skin of your arms. eyes are now onto his, and you don’t quite get why it feels so difficult to just look away,
“miguel i—“
“shit, i ruined it, didn’t i? eres un idiota” he curses himself with a grunt shaking his head. hands on his hips “sorry, i’m just— fuck you look so good right now muñeca and there’s like a million things going through my mind when i look at you—“
“miguel—“
“obviously i’m not going to tell you because it’s pg-13 all up in here” he points at his head. “and i don’t want to scare you—“
“miguel—“
“but i went past puberty so i’m not some kind of horny teenager that—“
“miguel! jesus, shut up!” you finally exclaim, and that does it for him. his movements stop when he hears you yell out his name,
clearing your throat, you regain your posture before setting the beer down on the nearest table,
“listen i—i just don’t know what to say after that” you begin with a nervous laugh, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “you have a crush on me?”
his bushy brows dip into a frown. “didn’t i make it clear these past few weeks?”
“huh?”
“i brought you lunch, let you borrowed my favorite pen during class, i even asked your number through gloria but she didn’t want to give it to me” his shoulders slouch in disappointment. “i’ve had a crush on you since— I don’t know, too long. you’re a tough woman to please, muñeca. i give you that”
“that’s only one time! how am i supposed to know that you weren’t just looking to hook up?”
“ay dios mio! if i wanted to just have sex with you, i would try to get closer with you during a party! which is… technically what i’m doing right now but— that’s not the point!” he groans, rubbing his hands all over his face in frustrations,
“you seriously didn’t notice the signs?!”
“those weren’t fucking signs, dumbass. try to do more than being subtle, why don’t you?!”
“well it’s hard when you keep dodging me and rolling your eyes everytime i talk to you!”
“how can i?! when you slept with like half of the sorority girls on campus?!”
“how many times do i have to tell you that what you hear is not true? i don’t know where you got that from but i can assure you that i haven’t fucked anyone in months! and the idea of hooking up with random girls doesn’t sound appealing to me! want some prove? ask my brothers about that, go on! or ask beck, he’ll tell you the truth. that man is prone to never lying”
you go quiet. face softening a little,
“wait… then what about the girls i saw you walking with after a party?”
“to walk them safely to their cars or their dorm room. that’s it” he explains, watching the surprised look on your face.
“now.. how do you see me?”
you feel terrible for believing all those rumors first before actually knowing it’s confirmed or not. you are taught to never ever judge a book by its cover and you just did,
fuck you’re a terrible person,
“oh..” you mutter softly. “shit—i’m so sorry miguel, I didn’t know”
“it’s fine, don’t worry about it”
“what? no! i was acting like a complete bitch! ugh fuuuuck” you whine, stomping your heel on the ground as miguel watches in amusement,
‘you’re adorable’ he wanted to say,
“i feel terrible—no, i am actually” you grumble, “how can i make it up to you?”
a bright smile spreads across his face. “allow me to get to know you throughout the night? no funny business i promise”
his eyes are glinting with hope when he looks at you, feeling nervous that you might reject him but he’s not letting you see that,
you mirror his expression, feeling your cheeks warm by his question. “miguel—i’d love to but… no offense, i kinda didn’t want to go to your party in the first place, i only went because gloria asked me to and uhm.. i don’t know if i wanted to stay, actually—it’s not because of you but mainly because my social battery had died even before i got here”
“we don’t have to stay—we can go out. we’ll pick a place and go or you can pick, i’m down with whatever”
with wide eyes, you reply “what?”
“yeah. there’s a good diner i always go to when i’m craving for a good burger or a shawarma truck down the street. they don’t have tables and everything but we can order and eat in my car.”
“unless you have better options, it’s cool” he adds
you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach but it’s hard not to when he’s being extremely… attentive?
my god, is this actually miguel o’hara? the man who’s painted to be heartless and a player?
“mig- this is your party. you can’t just leave” you softly laugh. “we can catch up another time, i hate to be—“
“it’s fine, muñeca. this party is good as it can be without me. besides” he reaches into his pocket to grab his keys,
“i’d like to spend time with you.. is that… okay?”
he’s being careful with his words, because he doesn’t want to scare you off or come off desperate. the last thing he needed was to have you feel repulsed by him,
you give him with a soft smile, looking up at his ruby eyes with your pretty doe ones and from then on, miguel is absolutely sure that he’s in. so fucking in that he knows there is no way out,
it’s not like he wants it any other way
“that’s okay”
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i was going to make her super mean and bitchy but i figured i’d use that for some other time,
also please tell me this doesn’t sucked. i hate for this one to flop because i might start to fall in love with these pairings
feel free to send your ideas and thoughts about these two
(i might actually write one where they both meet the first time)
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Jujutsu Kaisen men's taste in your hair 🖤💇🏿♀️
Jjk men x black fem || Headcanons
✂️ ~ Y'all know l'm a committed Geto and Choso stan when it comes to JJK, so its my perspective of each. Its a bit rushed cause l wanted to write on it before l forgot it...lol. Hope m'ladies love it❤️
𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜
Prefers : Bantu Knots
They're cute and they're neat. What else could he want more than that. He thinks they look like some kind of pom-poms which he thinks is cute.
When he studied your hairstyle, that's when he fell inlove with it. He'd seen you in cornrows but now you were in these.
Can your hair have various styles. Wow!
He insists you stay with these and maybe tint them. To him it art and he dabbles in it.
He even gets you a cute visor cap that shows your hairstyle proudly.
𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜
Prefers : Faux Locks
He thinks they make you look hella sassy its sexy. He loves the way they shine and away when you walk.
He loves them long so when you tie them or not its got a certain feel to it he can't explain.
He gnaws the iron bars caging him when you gel your front hairs into swirls on your forehead. The pattern is extremely beautiful and intricate he just loves having you near to witness the beauty of your hair edges.
He gets you gold coloured hair rings and ties to style your hair with. Its so beautiful how gold compliments shiny black.
He'll go nuts if you tie a bandana in such a way that you bring single lock strands over your ears and out your bandana and the rest hangs all out.
Get some blond highlights and Suguru will treat you like a queen.
He insists you lay on his lap with your hair sprawled out it almost covers your body like a blanket. He runs his fingers through your hair either massaging your sore scalp or oiling it.
𝐾𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖
Prefers: Defined Curls
His shocked hair can even do that. Was some sort of gravity defying all odds and holding it up.
He first fell in love with your hair when he noticed you undoing your old cornrows. He was upset that you removed them since he loved how they looked but that all changed when he saw your natural hair.
He removed his green lenses to get a better view of the natural fuzzy beauty.
He was in awe and asked to touch it. It was soft, healthy and radiant. Your strawberry hair spray made it even more beautiful as it added a shine and sweet scent to it.
He couldn't get enough and insists on combing it for you everytime.
He opens a single vertical line that separates your curly hair unevenly and insists you wear your natural hair alone.
A black woman who wears her kinky black hair without much use of hair products is bold and confident.
𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑜 𝐾𝑎𝑚𝑜
Prefers : Braids
He loves the big ones that look like cornrows. They really bring out the shape of your head really well.
He loves it when you add highlights to your braids especially a bright red, pink or white color. It really compliments your energy so he adores it.
But, nothing screams gorgeous than getting edges with your braids. Damn he won't admit it but his a sucker for the way your little front hairs as gelled into swirls. Its so unique.
He thinks it makes you look like a punk rocker or rock chick especially if you wear leather clothes.
He even loves those long individual knotless braids too. Where each one is neatly planted and their length reaches your bum.
He loves experimenting with different styles as to how you tie them but will always prefer you in pigtails like his.
Its cute and matching he offers to tie them for you whenever your heading out.
Choso will make aesthetics of you time and time again to use as his personal wallpapers.
Tags : @honeeslust, @getosbigballsack , @ayyy-pee
Credits
Image : Pinterest
Dividers : @plutism
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tutorial I need to share w you from my discord server, cuz yall hoes make me TIRED.
⚙️𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬! (𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧🌺)
So, what do I mean by "Lingo"? and, What IS Lingo
Identify the terminology. What do specific terms mean, and what qualifies as one or the other?
lets take a look at the key terms we will be focusing on today
A) Fic
B) Headcannons
C) Drabble
D) Blurb
What is a 'Fic' also known as fanfiction?
A fic is a story, or sometimes a series, that contains 3 main components. A character, a plot, and a genre or 'tag'. This can also be called an 'x reader' or 'x Y/N'. A fic can be something short, but it should not be under a scroll long. 500 words is not a fic, that is a blurb. Anything under more than a 'page' long should not be considered a fic.
2 Paragraphs is NOT a fic.
Now lets focus on B, Headcannons.
Headcannons are a type of work that conveys your personal beliefs about a character, or how they act. They will usually come in a bulleted list, or written with some dialogue or context to fully convey that heacannon.
Lets not get the game fucked up, headcannons can be WRONG.
While it may be someones personal fun thing, things can be wrong. Headcannons will usually come in a bulleted list, or written with some dialogue or context to fully convey that heacannon.
Now, lets turn our attention to C.
A 'Drabble' is one of the shortest forms of fanfiction
A drabble is a short exerpt that is 100 words or less. While google says it is exactly 100, that is not accurate as of 2023. Drabbles include an exerpt of a story, anything thats short and left on an 'open-note', or anything that crosses that 'headcannon' title, but signficantly shorter than a fic.
And last but not least, D.
Blurbs are the shortest form of writing you can possibly come across in the fanfic world. Google will tell you they are for marketing, this is a lie. A blurb is a small fragment of a story that is usually made out of dialogue and very little description, however everyones blurbs are different. Blurbs aren't stories, but they have the 'buds' or 'seeds' of a plot. Blurbs can be turned INTO stories or be extended.
2. Identify your work before posting it as a certain thing, when its really not.
Getting out of the habit of labeling your work the wrong thing is fairly easy, just count your words everytime you write or look at how its structured.
When writing, Ask yourself!
is my work...
Over 2k words?
A Bulleted list?
Is this a story, or an exerpt?
Please baby Im tired of reading "fics" that are a paragraph long.
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[Craѕн]
(oм)мaммon х gn!мc
wc: 1.5ĸ
ѕynopѕιѕ: тнe υnтнιnĸaвle нappenѕ and мaммon ιѕ leғт тo вlaмe нιмѕelғ
cw: car accιdenтѕ, вlood, мedιcal ѕтυғғ, Arguments
noтe: вoy oн вoy ιтѕ вeen a wнιle. ι wroтe тнιѕ ғorever ago and jυѕт never poѕтed ιт. ιтѕ ѕoмe angѕт! good ol ғaѕнιoned angѕт. ιdĸ ιғ ιll вe coмpleтely вacĸ yeт вυт ι мιѕѕed тнιѕ вlog :( ғorgιve мe ғor тaĸιng ғorever. enjoy!!!
You loved him. You truly do, but he can get on your last nerve at times. Tonight was one of those evenings.
“MC, come on. You don’t need to hang out with my loser brothers all the time.”
“I’ll have you know that they’re my friends! We keep having this discussion Mammon!”
You just left the restaurant, trying to enjoy the time alone you actually did get with your boyfriend. And yet, he goes in ruining it by bringing up that you hang out with his brothers. You loved them dearly, but it does kill you when they interrupt time with you and Mammon.
He was frustrated, but you were also frustrated when he acted this way. Feeling like he was trying to control all of your social life. You growled a little as you both made your way across the parking lot.
“We keep having it because I feel like I don’t get enough time with you!” Mammon opened the drivers side door, and you followed suit with the passenger side.
“Well we had time today! We WERE on a date, and YOU ruined it!”
“So you’re saying this is my fault?!”
“Yes!” He rolled his eyes and started the car, “I just wanted to have a good time taking you to one of my favorite restaurants in my home town, and you bring them up again.”
Mammon didn’t say anything. All you could hear was the humming of the engine as he drove back onto the main road.
“You know what? They’re ruining our time together because you’re obsessed with the idea that you’re the only one who can make me happy!”
“Am not! I just want to spend time with you.” Mammon stopped the car at the red light. Enough for him to turn to see your angry face.
“Well I don’t. We need to have a long discussion once we get back to the House!”
He was speechless. Dread set in, then more anger, “Oh so you wanna break up with me? Well I’m your first, and you can’t replace me!”
“I’m not trying to replace you. Maybe your brothers are right. You aren’t that smart.”
His grip on the steering wheel tightened. Out of the corner of his eye, the light turned green. He was still looking at you while he put his foot on the gas, “So this is what you think of me?”
Before you could say anything, you caught another pair of headlights coming towards the two of you, “Mammon!”
His head whipped around to see that the car coming the other way swerved into your lane. Mammon couldn’t steer away that quick.
The next thing he knew was that he was cradled by the air bag from the steering wheel. Once he got his bearings, Mammon turned quickly towards you.
Your air bag didn’t go off, and you were slumped forward clearly out cold. He could see blood dripping from the right side of your body, staining your pant leg.
“MC!!” He tried to get you to wake up, but you weren’t moving. Mammon tried to eject his seatbelt, but something was jamming it. He couldn’t get out.
He kept crying out your name trying to get you to wake up. He felt some relief when he heard you mumble something. Mammon couldn’t make out what you said, but at least it meant you were alive.
Mammon was startled by the flashing blue and red lights that pulled up next to the cars.
It all happened in a blur. He couldn’t see anyone else beside you, even as they cut the doors open and drag the two of you out. You were so close and so far away. The words they were saying didn’t even register. Mammon only saw you being strapped to the gurney and rushed away.
“Wait!” Mammon yelled. The paramedics tried to get him to calm down enough to evaluate him. When they determined he was fine, Mammon started to come down from his adrenaline high. He turned and looked at the other driver being taken care of by other paramedics. Mammon was too stunned to comprehend what just happened.
“Sir, we still recommend you go to the hospital. You may not be feeling anything now, but we should do it as a precaution. We can take you in the ambulance-“
“No! I want to be with MC!” The sad look on the paramedics face worried Mammon even more. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his D.D.D. Mammon stepped away from the EMTs to avoid suspicion of being a demon. He dialed a number and begged for the other person to answer, “Lucifer?!”
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The brothers were sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the doctors to give good news. Humans were fragile and needed surgery in cases like this.
All they could do is let time pass until the surgeon to come out to let them know what happened.
Everyone was quiet. Nobody was doing anything. Beel said he wasn’t hungry. Levi didn’t even bring his games. Asmo didn’t talk about how this stress was ruining his skin. Satan was pacing around. Only Lucifer stayed by Mammon’s side. Trying to get Mammon to realize none of this was his fault.
Mammon couldn’t hear any of that. He played with his fingers, picking at any dead skin that hung off of it. He wanted to cry, but he didn’t have the energy to do so.
“Excuse me.” The surgeon’s voice cut through the stale air, and everyone’s attention was now on her, “MC is stable. They had some internal bleeding and broken bones which we had to put steel plating for. Now…”
Another doctor came up, his face didn’t give good news, “Your friend has suffered from a Diffuse Axonal injury. It’s unusual in a case like this, but not impossible. We need to wait for them to wake up to run more tests to see the severity. Unfortunately, I don’t know when that’ll be. I started them on a course of medicine to help reduce swelling. I’m sorry.”
Humans were so fragile. You were so fragile.
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It had been a few days, and Mammon hadn’t left your bedside. The other brothers had to bring him food which he didn’t eat. They tried to relieve him of watching you so he could sleep, but he didn’t budge.
“We’re going home for the night,” Lucifer said, “I’m sure the doctors will call us when they wake up.”
“We had an argument…” Mammon mumbled, feeling the words sting as soon as they left. Lucifer frowned and sat next to him. To be the shoulder Mammon needed right now, “It’s my fault…”
“It’s not. You heard the police officer say that the other driver was very drunk. They already arrested him.”
Mammon’s hands balled up in anger, “No! If we weren’t arguing, I would have noticed. I could have protected them…”
Lucifer didn’t say anything. How could he? Mammon was inconsolable, mumbling over and over that he was the reason that you were lying here in a hospital bed.
“Well…we’re here for both you and MC,” Lucifer said, “Please come home if you get tired. I’ll be happy to be at MC’s side.”
No. Mammon wanted to be the one there if you woke up. No, he should have told himself when, not if. But each day that passes, your chances of surviving get smaller and smaller.
When Lucifer left, Mammon finally felt the tears stream down his face. He was so numb until this point. Now, he just wanted nothing more than for you to wake up.
“I’m so sorry…” he said through hiccups and sobs. His hand interlaced with yours which was still laying limp, “It’s all my fault. If I didn’t argue with you…I’m the worst boyfriend. I know that’s why you wanted to break up with me. After this, I’m sure you’d want nothing to do with me.”
His grip on your hand tightened as he muttered to himself for you to wake up.
“I’m so sorry MC…please for give me.”
His sobs continued to flood the room. He closed his eyes in hope that you’d wake up.
How did the human saying go? “A watched pot never boils.”If anyone walked in and tried to comfort him, it would only fall on deaf ears.
“Don’t cry.”
Mammon ignored whoever said it. It was faint anyway. Probably because he was tuning the entire world out.
“Mammon…don’t cry…” it was a little stronger. When he felt someone gripping his hand, his eyes shot open.
He saw you lying there with your eyes open, tears running down your face, “I’m so sorry Mammon…”
Your voice was so hoarse from not using it. Mammon quickly shushed you, carefully trying to cradle you.
“I’m so sorry too,” Mammon whispered, “I’m so glad you’re ok.”
You lightly laugh, “Well I don’t know how ok I am. I remember you calling my name in the car, then I don’t remember anything after that. Then I woke up.”
Mammon’s thumb rubbed against your cheek, wiping away any tears that were still falling.
“H-have I been out for long?”
“It’s been days. I thought I was going to lose you.” Mammon wanted to beat himself up for how much he wept. He wanted to play it cool, but he was just filled with so much relief. That you were alive.
He kept muttering ‘I love you so much’ until he got the nurse.
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(Baby) Dad Miguel Headcanons <3
Heyyy... how y'all doing? It's been a minute... I've been mentally recouping after getting bangs 😭 anyways, getting back on my grind with some fluff! MDNI
<3
*soon to be* Dad Miguel who was so excited to give you a baby. Once you two settled down, you began house hunting every weekend, keeping in mind if the house could tend to a growing family... checking how many bedrooms there were, how close it was to the nearest school district, everything.
Your thumb gently flutters over your husband's strong bicep as he walks you through the beautiful home. This was the third open house you had attended this week. Looking for a house brought out the perfectionist in Miguel.
"As you can see, the half bathroom and the attic would need a bit of renovation, but this house is practically spotless otherwise!" The real estate agent sung the highest praises of the house, slightly fudging the truth, hopeful for a buyer.
After a brief walk through, you both thanked the agent and walked to your Ford expedition (a vehicle that you and Miguel picked with transporting your future children in mind). The second you shut the heavy door, Miguel cleared his throat.
"This isn't the one." He declared, pushing the key into the ignition. You scrunch up your eyebrows, turning your body slightly towards him.
"What? Why not? I thought it was pretty nice, no?" Your voice is a slightly higher pitch as you gently question him.
"Did you hear him? There would need to be major renovations done... that's no good for a baby. And did you see how small the yard was? Where are the kids gonna play?" He scoffs, one hand on the wheel, the other slightly rubbing your currently vacant tummy. He refused to settle... only the best for his babies.
*soon to be* Dad Miguel who stayed by your side through the difficulties of getting pregnant. It broke his heart everytime you flipped a pregnancy test and shook your head in defeat.
The cool tile of the bathroom floor grounded you to some degree as you felt your hands shake in anticipation. Miguel rested his heavy head on your shoulder, closing his eyes as the stress began creeping in on him. A deep exhale was shared as a timer quietly beeped, signaling the anxiety-inducing three minutes was finally over.
You lunge to grab the pregnancy test off of the slippery counter, holding onto Miguel's hand.
"Respira hondo, cariño." He reminded you, moving his hand to rub your back. You shakily inhale, looking at him briefly before moving your gaze down to the plastic in you nervous hands.
Negative.
Again.
You immediately feel tears welling up in your eyes, frustration bubbling inside your chest.
"Not this time? That's okay." Miguel's smooth voice comforts your pained heart. You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat as you lay your head in his lap.
"Don't worry, honey... we'll have our baby. It's only a matter of time."
*soon to be* Dad Miguel who was so ecstatic when you were finally pregnant. He cried and cried, holding you tight, trying to feel your nonexistent baby bump.
"You're gonna be a mama. I'm gonna be a daddy. We're so lucky. Thank you so much baby." He cried into your shoulder as you held him, kissing the top of his head. Relief washed over you, greatful that the yes-no-maybe so game was finally over, evidence of your victory in four positive pregnancy tests.
*soon to be* Dad Miguel who loves your body as it grows. The stretch marks, your round tummy, the way your whole body seemed to soften.
"So so pretty." Miguel stands behind you as you finish up your hair. The baby's due date is in a couple of months and your friends and family are throwing you a baby shower. His strong hands rest on your lower tummy, touch light as a feather, but still firm with love.
"I swear, you get more and more beautiful by the day. I hope the baby looks like you." He smiles, watching you giggle through the mirror.
*soon to be* Dad Miguel who decorated the nursery soon after finding out about the baby.
The sage green and pastel yellow colors of the nursery blended together perfectly. Miguel insisted that he had to decorate the small room with a color that any baby would love, after you two decided on waiting to know the gender until after they were born. After assembling the crib and maneuvering the diaper changing table into the small room, he called you in, telling you to close your eyes.
"Do you like it?" Miguel asked as soon as he removed his hands from over your eyes. The nursery was pleasant and calming to look at, prefect for a baby.
"Oh Miguel, it's perfect! Thank you so much baby!" You beamed looking around the sweet room.
"Do you think- do you think the baby will like it?" He asked, hands on his hips with pride in his completed work.
"I'm sure they'll love it, sweetheart."
*very soon to be* Dad Miguel who stayed as calm as possible when your water broke. He helped you to the car before grabbing the hospital bag you two prepared together just a few days prior. He was ready. He was so ready to be a dad.
"We're almost there baby. Just five more minutes... is it hurting bad?" He lets you grip onto his hand as your contractions slowly get closer together and more intense. You just sob out, closing your eyes, praying to just get this damn baby out.
Dad Miguel who has never felt the way he felt when he held his baby girl for the first time. Against his wishes, she was a carbon copy of him, even as a disgruntled little blob. He didn't mind though, she was the most precious, beautiful thing he's ever seen.
"There you go, it's okay... daddy's here. Hola mi niña bonita. Wow, she's so tiny... so so sweet." Miguel's eyes fill with adoration as big, bright, deep brown eyes slowly open, gazing right back at him. As soon as they open, her eyes flutter shut again, steady breathing filling the sterile hospital room. Her head feels so light in his big hands, but to him it felt like the whole world was napping in his palms.
"Thank you so much, mama... the best thing that's ever happened to me." He looks at you, same love in his eyes.
Dad Miguel who likes to dress his baby girl in light pinks. Not necessarily because pink is a "girl color" but because he thinks it meshes best with her tan skin tone and dark brown hair.
"What about this one, hun?" Miguel squeezes your shoulder as your back rests against his chest, baby gurgling on yours. He shows you his phone, a picture of a cream-pink onesie displayed on the bright screen.
"Aw, that's nice... such a pretty color!" You angle your baby up slightly, innocent eyes caught by the colorful screen.
"¿Qué piensas, mi dulce hija?" Miguel pinches her chunky cheeks, smiling when she coos.
"I think she likes it."
Dad Miguel who ALWAYS wakes up when the baby does. His own personal alarm, the second high pitched cries reach his ears, he's up, walking over to the nursery.
"Relax, Shh sh... it's okay, calm down little girl." Miguel pats his daughter's back as he guides a bottle to her small, pouty lips. Miguel insisted that you go back to sleep, that he would handle it. He stays up with her throughout most nights, whispering nonsense stories to ease her back to sleep.
Dad Miguel who loves nothing more than spending time with his small but cherished family. He takes you and your daughter out on picnics and to the zoo. Just fun days that you spend together, it doesn't really matter what you're doing. He LOVES to take your baby out on daddy-daughter dates and show her off while he's at it.
"Oh my goodness, she is so beautiful! How old is she?" An elderly couple smiles at your daughter, currently resting and wrapped up in Miguel's large arms as he sits on a park bench.
"She's almost five months! Isn't she sweet.." Miguel proudly smiles at the baby passed out in his arms, cradling her small face in his hands.
"How precious! Mom must be beautiful too... or does she get all her good looks from you?" The old lady's eyes crinkle up as she looks down at the infant.
"No no, she's gorgeous... I'm a very lucky man" His smile becomes even wider as he thinks about his beautiful wife, the reason he's holding the most important thing in his life.
"Remember when Bobby was that small, John? Well, make sure you treasure these moments! Time flies...!" The woman smiles at her husband before tilting her head over to Miguel.
"I will ma'am... thank you." Miguel waves as the old couple walks away, imagining himself and his wife at that point in your lives. His heart fills with even more pride and love as he holds his baby girl a little closer to his chest.
Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo
<3
He's so girl-dad coded 😩
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[TUTORIAL] How to buy Miss Em
The preorder period for Miss Em ends on August 31 and I know there are still people out there who haven’t heard about the official Miss Em Project or have difficulties preordering so here is everything you need to know!
Wait, you're broke at the moment too? Don't worry, you can save money until November 27 because Amazon always charges you when your order ships!
What is the Miss Em Project?
Miss Em appears in episode 1 and 11 of Obey Me! The Anime season 2. The plushies Mammon made are finally on sale on Amazon Japan and they ship (almost) worldwide! Miss Em even comes with prizes and the more preorders, the more prizes we get!
Preorder Miss Em here: amazon.co.jp/missemproject
Prizes
Stage 1 (500 preorders): Miss Em will be sent into production – CLEAR
Stage 2 (1,000 preorders): Miss Em pins of the brothers – CLEAR
Stage 3 (1,500 preorders): 30-minute audio drama – CLEAR
Stage 4 (2,000 preorders): Cards with messages from the brothers to us
We still haven’t made it to stage 4 so we need as many preorders as possible!
How to preorder on Amazon Japan
You need to create an Amazon Japan account, it’s not possible to order from Amazon Japan with an Amazon account from another country. Registration is easy and everything is in English.
Register here
Once you have your account, you only need to add Miss Em to your shopping cart and finish your purchase. Amazon Japan charges your credit card when your order ships on November 27.
Accepted payment methods: Visa, Mastercard, American Express, Diner's Club, JCB, UnionPay
How to preorder using PayPal
Not everyone has a credit card but you can pay with PayPal if you use the proxy shopping service Buyee. You only need to pay a ¥300 (≈$2) service fee and they will buy Miss Em for you. It's safe and easy to use!
Buyee Beginner Guide
Check out this video by IA kay to see how it works!
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Contact me if you have any questions, I'll do whatever I can to help!
I greatly appreciate sharing and reblogging! Please help me spread the word so more fans learn about Miss Em and so we can make it to stage 4!
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{glasses- mammon x MC}
in which you and mammon spend time in the human world doing one of your least favourite activities- shopping for new frames.
I started this in february when I came to the realization that I needed new frames and an immediate feeling of dread set in. I hate frame shopping. but I love mammon. so this was born. also I shared a snippet of this forever ago, so here's the full thing.
gn!MC, no physical description other than wearing glasses and not liking contacts.
warnings: none, just 2.9k words of fluff!
“Ugh,” you groaned mostly to yourself, but also to whoever wanted to respond, “why is shopping for glasses so difficult?”
You were currently doing some online shopping in the dining room as the others either played cards or worked on their own projects. Mammon, who was beside you, leaned over and scrolled through the options.
“Remind me why ya even need new ones? The frames ya have now are good aren’t they?”
You sighed. Since coming to the Devildom, you noticed that your vision seemed to be getting slightly worse. So you brought it up to Lucifer one day, explaining that you had to make a trip to the human world to get a new prescription and pick out some new frames.
Devildom eye care didn’t exactly cater to humans just yet.
The appointment wasn’t for another few days but you wanted to get an idea of what you wanted so the pain and disappointment of standing around for hours looking for frames was lessened.
“I’ve had these frames for a few years now and I don’t want them to break with new lenses in them. It’s better to just get new frames and lenses so they last longer overall.”
“Oh, got it. So why don’t ya get something completely different? Shake it up a bit, try something new?”
“That’s like saying I should change my entire appearance,” you turned to face him. “For me, my glasses are a huge part of my self-image. I don’t wear contacts, I don’t like them, so making sure I have glasses that suit my face that I’m also confident in is a must.”
“Alright, I get that. Well can ya just get a new pair in the exact same style, then?”
You shook your head. “I already looked on that store’s website, they don’t make it in the colour I want anymore.”
“Huh, so it really is that difficult.”
You rolled your eyes but hummed in agreement anyway.
“MC, why can’t you just get the lenses and put them into some frames you find here? I’m sure you’d find much nicer ones down here anyway!” Asmo suggested from his end of the table.
“That’s not how it works, Asmo, they have to do that with a machine and I doubt they’d just give MC loose lenses,” said Satan, looking up from his card game with Levi.
“How odd,” he pondered for a second. “Well let me help you then! I bet I could help you find something that suits you better than what you have now!”
You gave him a look and he scoffed. “Oh please, I’m not saying what you have now is bad, I’m just saying with enough searching I could find something perfect for you!”
“That’s alright, Asmo, but thank you. I have a few options saved that I’d like to try already. I really don’t want to stray too far from what I have now.”
“Hmm, suit yourself,” he shrugged and went back to reading his magazine.
You rolled your shoulders back and stretched your arms above your head. “I’m starting to get a stress headache so I’m going to my room for a bit. I’ll see you guys at dinner.”
A chorus of farewells sounded as you stood up and collected your things. You tilted your head, motioning for Mammon to follow you. He did so happily, getting up and trailing after you.
Once you were settled in your room, laying on your bed, lights off and window open to combat your headache, Mammon locked the door and gently pulled you on top of him as he laid down with you. He began gently rubbing your temples. You nuzzled into his touch and he smiled a bit.
“Hey, MC,” he was careful not to speak too loud.
“Mhm?”
“Do ya think ya could convince Lucifer to let me go to your appointment? I doubt he’d say yes if I asked.”
You nodded the best you could in your position. “I already asked if you could come with me and he said it was fine. We just can’t tell the others ‘cause in his words ‘they’ll act up and cause problems’.”
He huffed out a laugh and brought his hand down to stroke your cheek for a second. You whined and dragged his hand back up to your temples. “Oh, sorry,” he apologized, and then a couple minutes later he added, “He’s right, though.”
He didn’t get a response because you had already fallen asleep.
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Since you and Mammon had gotten a free pass out of classes for the day, you both basked in the warmth of your blankets for a bit longer after your usual alarm went off two days later.
Mammon groaned and stretched out a bit. “MC, why’d ya set your alarm so early? We don’t have to go to RAD today, let’s sleep in a bit longer.”
You smiled and ran a hand through his hair. “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on getting up just yet,” you yawned. “I just wanted to set my alarm early so I don’t end up oversleeping.”
“Hmm alright. Well wake me up later, then.”
You tugged a strand of his hair and giggled when he yelped. “No way, pretty boy, if you fall asleep I’m gonna end up falling asleep too. Just stay awake with me.”
He grumbled a bit but eventually sat up and stretched. “Fine, whatever. But ya owe me bigtime!”
“Mhm, whatever you say, Mammon.”
“I mean it!”
“I know, dear.”
“You’re messin’ with me.”
“I am, dear.”
He growled and lunged for you, making you shriek. “Payment for making me get up early starts now,”
You laughed and let him roll on top of you. He looked up at you expectantly and you raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Does the mighty avatar of greed want something from me? Whatever could it be?”
“Watch it, MC, I’m in prime position to make ya regret teasin’ me if ya keep this up,” one of the hands wrapped around you moved up to trace over your sides and you squirmed a bit. Not really in the mood to get hyper so early in the morning, you gave in and continued playing with his hair. “That’s a good human.”
You rolled your eyes affectionately and enjoyed the next few moments of peace before you really had to get up.
An hour later the both of you were in the kitchen attempting to make some quick breakfast.
To neither yours nor Mammon's surprise, Beel was digging through the fridge in his uniform. He glanced up and did a double take when he saw his brother. “Why aren’t you in uniform, Mammon? You’re going to be late if you don’t start leaving soon.”
You shared a worried look. You hadn’t come up with an excuse yet for the off chance any of the others questioned him.
“Uh, I’m not feelin’ great today, Beel.” He said unconvincingly.
He gave Mammon a once over and raised an eyebrow. “But you’re dressed.”
“Are the others gone already?” You cut in, trying to divert his attention.
He nodded and didn’t push the previous subject any further. “I’m the last one here aside from Lucifer. The others left ten minutes ago.”
“You should get going then, I wouldn’t want you to be late!” You tossed him a bag of fruit and ushered him out of the kitchen before he could question anything else. On his way out, he wished you luck on your eye exam.
Once he was gone you glanced at your boyfriend. “He’s going to tell the others and they’re going to race back here when they realize, so we should hurry.”
You pulled him out of the kitchen just as he was reaching for a slice of bread. “Wha- hey! MC, what about breakfast?”
“If we leave within the next ten minutes, we can get some food in the Human world before my appointment. Let’s go find Lucifer.”
You both walked out into the hall and immediately came to a halt. The eldest brother stared down at you with a raised eyebrow. “You were looking for me?”
“Yes! Beel saw Mammon out of uniform so I figured we only have a limited amount of time to get to the castle and into the portal before the others come back and insist on coming with us.”
Lucifer sighed and pinched his nose. “Alright, come along, then.”
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You were thankful that Barbatos didn’t have you appear in the middle of a busy street, but the looks you got from strangers passing by as you and Mammon walked out of an alleyway with rumpled clothes and messed up hair really weren’t that much better.
After smoothing out the evidence of your interdimensional travel methods and wandering around a bit, you were brought to the front of a quaint cafe.
You checked your phone and saw that there was still time before you had to head to your appointment (you made sure that Barbatos opened a portal fairly close to the optician’s place for time and money’s sake). “We can get food here, Mammon, is that okay?”
He nodded and grinned. “Whatever ya want, babe, it’s on me.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Do you have any currency from this country on you?”
He pursed his lips. “...ya have a point.”
You kissed his cheek. “Very sweet offer, though, my love, I appreciate it.”
“I’ll treat ya when we get back home,” he promised, standing up a little straighter and nodding once in assurance. You pretended not to notice the faint blush dusting his cheeks after your affections.
You took his hand and led him into the shop.
When you were finished eating and enjoying some warm drinks, you made your way over to the clinic where your exam would take place. You walked in and glanced over at Mammon. “Have you ever been to a human eye doctor before?”
He shook his head. “Human medical exams aren’t really my scene when I’m up here, ya know?”
You shrugged. “I get that. But you were never curious to see how they work or how they’re different from a Devildom eye exam?”
He scoffed. “That sorta thing is more up Satan’s alley, ya know how he is with that stuff.”
You laughed. “Yeah, I remember this one time during my first year in the Devildom, he kept asking me about a bunch of human world things he had read about. Wanted to know firsthand if they were true or not. I could barely keep up with all of his questions.”
He sighed fondly and shook his head a bit. “Sounds about right.”
You made sure you were checked in before taking a seat in the waiting room. A few minutes later, your name was called and you were both led to the tonometer.
“Okay, MC, we’re just going to have you rest your chin up on here and you’re going to feel a puff of air blow into one side.”
Mammon’s eyes widened. When the lady conducting the first test stepped out of the room for a second to grab something, he whispered “why do they need’a blow air into your eye?! Isn’t that dangerous?”
You snorted. “Calm down, it doesn’t hurt you. It just makes you flinch a bit and measures how much pressure your eye can take.”
“Oh, alright then.”
“Sorry for the wait, are you ready to begin?”
Once you got done with the tonometer and actually went through the process of seeing the eye doctor and doing the other standard eye tests, you were so over it. All of that just for them to tell you that your prescription had only changed a little over the past few years (which you supposed was a good thing, but it wasn’t making you too happy).
After an hour of searching with no luck, you waited for an attendant to help you find a specific style you had bookmarked online. You leaned most of your bodyweight onto Mammon and sighed.
“Alright, babe?” he asked you softly, running a hand over your back and holding you upright against him.
You nodded into his neck. “Just done with all of this. I hate shopping for glasses.”
He hummed. “I know. But think about it this way- ya get it done today and then ya don’t have to worry about it for a long time.”
You shrugged and just let him sway you guys a bit as you waited. Having him here with you made the whole experience a bit more enjoyable at least, with how he would hype you up after every pair you tried on, even if you insisted you hated it. (“I have no clue what you’re talking about, babe, ya make everything look good!” he said one time, which was followed up with a giggle from the sales associate who clearly found you both adorable.)
You slowly pushed yourself off of him as the attendant returned, thankfully with a pair you actually didn’t hate.
“So it looks like the ones you had bookmarked are currently out of stock, but these were the closest I could find to them! It’s the same make, just an earlier design.”
You smiled at her. “I think I actually like these ones a bit better than what I originally wanted, so that’s alright.”
She let you try them on and a wave of relief washed over you when they fit you perfectly and looked good, too. It was clear that you had found your new pair.
Mammon grinned at you through the mirror. “Those look great, MC.”
You turned to the sales associate and told her you would be taking them, so she took them over to the front to hold them for you, along with a backup pair similar to your old ones you had chosen earlier.
Turning to Mammon, you released a breath of relief as she walked away, happy to have that over and done with. “That took forever.”
He patted you on the head. “Yeah, but ya got it done and now you have a cool new pair of glasses that look great on ya!”
Ten minutes later, you were walking out of the store with a new burst of energy and a very confused demon boyfriend.
“So we did all of that just to have to wait a week to actually get the glasses?!”
You laughed a bit. “Yeah, it takes time for the lenses to be fitted to the frames properly, and they probably have a lot of orders too. They don’t always have the equipment in the store, so they have to ship the frames somewhere else. I gave them my number so I’ll know when they’re done and I can just come back quickly to pick ‘em up.”
He shook his head. “I see why ya hate shopping for glasses so much.”
You took his hand and made your way down the street, headed towards a secluded area for Barbatos to open a portal back to the Devildom. He tugged on your hand for a second and stopped walking. “You don’t have to let them know we’re done just yet, right?”
A sly grin took over his face and you eyed him. “I guess not… why?”
“How would you feel about an impromptu date?”
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A couple hours later, you were walking through a portal with wide smiles and paint on your faces, bags in your hands and balloon hats on your heads. (Fine, maybe you had to pay for the date because of your boyfriend’s lack of human world currency, but you really didn’t mind- you brought some extra cash with you just in case, anyway. Plus? Carnivals are fun and cheap.)
Lucifer shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why am I not surprised?”
You snickered. “What? We had a day off and made the most of it.”
“You do realize the chaos you two have coming if you show up for dinner with all of that, don’t you? The others have already been whining all day about how they didn’t get to go with you, imagine if they find out you weren’t just at the eye doctor all day.”
You and Mammon shared a look.
Lucifer sighed. “What am I going to do with the two of you? Come on, Asmo just texted to let me know dinner is almost done.”
You thanked Barbatos for the portal and followed Lucifer back to the House of Lamentation.
In the end, the others did whine and complain about how you should have picked one of them, and they definitely chewed out Mammon for hogging you all day, but ultimately you were so happy with how the day had turned out.
And you left out the part about having to go back the following week, instead spinning them some lie about how they would ship it to you, or that one of the maids from the castle would get them for you, ignoring Lucifer’s withering stare and sharing a knowing smile with Mammon.
You’d deal with the fallout later, you convinced yourself, because later that night, when you were laying in bed with him and giggling at all the silly pictures you two took, you couldn’t really find it within to scold yourself for lying. After all, you were fairly certain your experience would have been a repeat of all the times before without Mammon with you to make it more bearable.
thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed <3
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miguel o’hara x fem!spidergirl!reader
I’m on my period so this is really just self indulgent but all I can think about is miguel being worried abt you when you’re on your period!!!!
first of all, you don’t show up for a briefing in his office, which is weird because you always show up, even if it’s just to see him. miguel shrugs it off, maybe you’re busy, maybe you’re with your friends, maybe you’ve decided you hate him. it’s only when it’s lunch time and he braves the cafeteria but can’t see you anywhere that he really starts to get worried. you unfortunately love the cafeteria food. miguel hates it but sits with you while you eat, anyway.
he decides he should probably call you, or ask lyla for your whereabouts. he goes with the latter because you never answer your phone. lyla reports that by the location of your multiverse watch, you’re in miguel’s quarters, which are really his and yours by now.
when miguel enters the room he finds you on his bed, half dead or maybe worse.
“cariño.” miguel drops to his knees at your side, all attempts to hide how much he cares for you forgotten. “I’ve been looking for you all day. what’s the matter? are you sick?”
you mumble something into the pillows that sounds vaguely like “m’cramping.” miguel clocks the painkillers on the bedside table, your hands clutching your stomach, remembers how you’d burst into tears over lunch two days ago for no apparent reason, and says, “oh.”
work goes on hold for the rest of the day. miguel spends it coaxing you out of bed, into the hot shower where he shuts his eyes while you get in, not because he hasn’t seen it before but because he knows you probably want privacy right now. then he gets you back into bed with comfy clothes and a glass of water. you’re grumpy and unwilling the whole time but miguel tries to make it better by giving you an abundance of kisses between each task. he supposes this is how it feels for you to take care of him normally, except he doesn’t get a period, he’s just grumpy by default. his fondness for you multiples tenfold.
once you’re back in bed it’s your turn to beg, though it doesn’t take much for him to climb in next to you, let you rest your head on his shoulder and guide his big hands to your aching stomach. he gets at least twenty incoming calls on his watch from multiple spider-people wondering where he is. he switches it off after the twentieth and decides he’ll deal with it all tomorrow. besides, you’ve fallen asleep on him, your face squished into his shoulder and your hands resting on top of his, and he really wouldn’t like to know what would happen if he woke you up.
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