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Will you update "understated" again ?
FINGIES CROSSED
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Hi love! Just want to say that I adore your nanami fic! Quite possibly my fave on this site rn!! It's so soft and tender to see Nanami as a single father. Gentle yet stern is one of my fave things about him and to see him being such a sweet father just makes me 🥰🥰🥰 so good lol the banter between him and reader is also perfectly in character! His dry wit and charm is what makes Nanami, Nanami and you got it so perfectly! Love seeing Gojo and his annoying presence as well as his slight bickering with Utahime and Nanami too lmaoo good luck on future chapters! I'll be sure to read more from you! Hope you have an amazing day 💗💗
oh this is so sweet and so very precious thank you so much <3 i always flip between finishing it vs not bc sometimes i’m like what …. are we doing …. but i would like to not abandon it and finish it HAHA
#me: always had multichapter ideas#also me: cannot finish a series for the life of me#thank you soooo so much this is so sweet!!!!!
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bae i miss u.. hru
queen …… r u still around!!!!!!!!
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I just reread your osamu series and I completely fell in love with it all over again, it’s just so well written!!!! 😭😭😭🫶🏼💕
this was soooo slay of u to say thank you! i wish i could rewrite it but i simply won’t so. i just have to deal . thank you <3
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it’s the way the last time i logged on i was so confident
#ah yes this hobby i so dearly love. i can consistently do it again can’t i#how embarrassing for me!#hey
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To the Bone, Dorothy Allison
[ID: That summer I did not go crazy / but I wore / very close / very close / to the bone.]
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Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments (trans. Richard Howard) [ID in ALT]
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Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Hasan Javadi & Susan Sallée, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "Let us believe in the beginning of a cold season"
[Text ID: "All my wounds are due to love / to love, love, love."]
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2:03 am —
“you can come back to me when you’re ready.”
he doesn’t think he’ll ever be ready. there are times he thinks he should find his way back to you for his own sanity, so when he crawls into the empty side of the bed - his side of the bed - he knows you've already been waiting.
even if he was finally ready, he has nothing to offer you, nothing left to give.
your fingers find your way to his cheek, moonlight reflecting in his dark eyes.
“suguru.”
he hadn’t realized he was holding his breath.
your thumb brushes against his cheekbone and goosebumps line his neck, running down to the tips of his fingers. there is nothing more familiar to him than your touch.
breathe.
he exhales. how long has it been since he’s felt the air in his lungs? how long has he been holding his breath?
his stomach wrenches. he thinks that maybe if he had stayed that night, next to you, things may have turned out alright. he thinks he wouldn’t feel the sickening twist of his heart right now, as he lays here next to you.
he thinks he could’ve been happy.
his arm finds its way to your flesh, wrapping around your waist. his fingers tremble, delicately resting over the small of your back.
words coat his throat like cough syrup - words that feel like tar against the roof of his mouth, keeping his lips shut tight. words that he should say aloud, that he wants to say aloud. words that he keeps to himself.
he kisses you, long and hard. he kisses you to make sure you're still next to him, to make sure you're still his home. he kisses you until you have forgotten to breathe.
he kisses you to ground himself.
words have always been better left unspoken.
your arms stretch into an empty bed when the sunlight pours in. every bone sinks deep into the mattress as doubt crawls up your skin.
had you imagined it?
you reach for the sticky note plastered on your nightstand.
“i’ll be back.”
you’re not sure how long he’ll take this time.
#getou x reader#getou angst#getou x you#'if one thing had been different would eveything have been different?'#i am listening to cinnamon girl by ldr .... needed to do something about that!
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Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments (trans. Richard Howard) [transcript in ALT]
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Well, I'm def excited to see where it goes. Thank you for the snippet! It was so good! We love the yearning 👨🍳😘
Thank you for understanding 🥺 have popcorn cause so much happened lmao
thank u onyx T_________T i am always grateful for ur encouragement and I LOOOOOVE yearning i love it so bad i love it so deeply
also OH FOR SURE i saw this new recipe on tiktok for like popcorn seasoning lmao that i have yet to try. now i have the perfect excuse
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I’M LISTENING
@starrysamu replied to your post “nxx #1 - waking up with you”:
idk these ppl but i ate it up
rem.... remy..... i'm tellin u. join me in this hell hole -- idk if u even play phone games but please look at these menfolks they are Very Beautiful Very Good Yes:
#i am ... rbing this ... for myself ................#also shopping at delulu lemon#HA#i giggled#rain
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remy i feel like there's something about you and the concept of first loves because your ex's to lovers is becoming you vow to love me even as the years pass by
hhhhhhhhhh chels T_T this wasn't on my list of topics to talk abt w my therapist but idk man! maybe we need to add it to the running total T_T
idk though like . idk i don't like first loves? i think (gag) it's like just the thought that someone will stand by u thru everything and choose u again and again and ... again. idk i'm a very sentimental person. oh to be chosen (and to choose), over and over again. it's magical when people choose each other and continue to choose each other right, be it friend or partner or whatever it is
#i am a romantic to say the least. call me a silly little goose for this#idk if what i'm saying is getting conveyed i am always worried abt getting misconstrued#do not worry i'm plenty jaded but what is writing if not to be silly and goofy and fun#but i think i find it easiest to convey this sentiment thru a classic exes to lovers. i am also a huge huge fan of reincarnation plots#but i can't seem to express that in my writing as easily#first loves r fun but realistically i will never be someone's first love so idk and i also don't wanna think abt my own first love HAHA ew#the worst part about this whole exes to lovers shit is that i don't even have an ex that i would willingly get back with#like maybe one situationship but that was traumatizing enough without any labels so#not to psychoanalyze ... myself on main#there's a lot more i could say on how i feel .... but i feel so much and alas there is no time to be wasted on reading all of that#i actually rlly wanna write a reincarnation au soooooo bad#remy rambles
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“dopamine isn’t just about the pleasure. it’s about activating your reward system: you do something, you get rewarded for it, and it makes you feel good. it’s about reinforcement - seeking the pleasure associated with getting rewarded over and over again. it’s what keeps you going back for more.”
and maybe that’s why you and dr. kuroo tetsurou continue to orbit around each other, despite having been divorced for almost three years now.
pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader
genre: fluff, angst
general warnings: language, slight suggestive content (sfw), alcohol/drug mention
table of contents.
1. fundamentals
2. cerebral function
3. buffers
4. transcription and translation.
#sigh#i think i am going to finish this as well#finally#i actually am liking the way it’s headed i just need to flesh it out a bit more#but this is not half bad and i’ve been wanting to write this trope/au anyways#so why not finish something that i’ve already put out#yearning ……..
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kissing + osamu 💓
i loooooove him i love to imagine him anyways i combined it w an ask abt lipstick (which i actually took creative liberty with and changed it to lipgloss so .....) all that to say . smooch smooch
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Lipstick + Osamu Hope this helps you, even a little! ^-^
it did! thank u sm :) i combined this w another one but here it is
#deep sigh#i just couldn't get it the way i full wanted#fully*#but it's just gonna take some time i think#i'm also impatient. i feel like i could've done a lot more w it but didn't#who knows maybe i'll write a longer roomates au one day ...#ty for requesting!
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inevitably.
osamu x reader
words are a little difficult for this set of roommates.
warnings: alcohol mention
“where … are you going?”
the streetlight flickers through the window. you should close the blinds.
“out,” you say quietly, tugging at your skirt.
osamu pauses. “where?”
you shrug, rolling your lips under your teeth. “downtown,” you mumble, then blurt - “i’m meeting kiyoko and yachi.”
the tv hums. when harry met sally.
he nods, averting his eyes to the book in his lap. his rimmed glasses slide down the bridge of his nose. “you need me to drive you?”
your stomach dips when he looks away.
“no.” goosebumps line your skin. you shift on the balls of your feet. “i called an uber.”
“okay,” he says and you watch his chest fall. “will you text me when you get there? and call me if you need a ride back?”
why?
“i’ll be fine,” you say too quickly, too dismissively. “don’t stay up or anything.” you swallow hard, words thick and heavy from your tongue.
when he says okay, a sliver of your hopes he doesn’t mean it.
you turn to grab your keys off the counter and slide them into your bag. “night,” you call over your shoulder.
when the door shuts, you lean against it for a moment - you tell yourself it’s because you’re still waiting for your uber, but you press a heavy hand against your chest and hope your heart rate comes back down.
“i thought you weren’t coming tonight,” yachi yells over the music.
“things are weird at home,” you yell back. you don’t need to clarify that ‘things’ mean you and osamu have been weird at home.
kiyoko bumps her shoulder with yours. “wait, catch me up.”
“i don’t know,” you sigh defeatedly, head hanging. it’s true - you really didn’t know what was going on. maybe you need another drink before you can pull up the play-by-play in your mind.
yachi beats you to it. “they finally kissed.”
her voice carries louder than you had expected and you know it’s just because the music is too loud but it sure feels like she’s airing your dirty laundry to everyone and their mom at this club.
kiyoko’s mouth hangs. “wait, why didn’t you tell me?” she yells back.
“we kissed the other night when he came home from his trip but we haven’t talked about it since.”
your face burns at the admission, partly because you feel embarrassed to say it out loud and partly because you can still feel his lips, gentle and needy against your own.
uninvited stills flash in your mind. his low-lidded gray eyes and flushed cheeks. your palms pressing against him, his arm burning against your waist.
you exhale for a long, long moment.
in your entire year and a half of living with him, you’d never seen him like that before, let alone even guess that this would happen.
“i’ve been waiting,” yachi says giddily, “i’ve always been rooting for him.”
you down the rest of your glass. had you been playing the long con? had he been playing the long con?
“so how was it?” kiyoko leans in, only a touch quieter than yachi a few minutes ago.
really good.
you’d do it again in a heartbeat.
“good,” you mumble. “i need another drink.”
yachi holds onto your arm when you move to get up. “not so fast, you have some more explaining to do. was it everything you thought it was going to be?”
“that’s quite a dramatic question,” you say, suppressing a smile. “that’s a huge expectation for a man.”
“but it’s osamu. it’s your roommate.”
“that doesn’t make him any less of a man.”
“that’s the point!” yachi says.
“this is getting really confusing.” you bury your head in your hands, your muscles starting to loosen.
kiyoko slides a glass towards you and you reach for it like you’ve been parched for days.
“so what now?” kiyoko asks gently, watching as you slump back against the booth. “you said things were weird at home.”
they’re weird because this is new territory. they’re weird because maybe you’d been hoping for this, waiting for this, but now that it’s here, you don’t know what to do or how to act or what he’s thinking.
“i’m not sure,” you say tiredly. “i feel like he’s avoiding … it.”
you think about him offering to drive you and pick you up.
your mind feels fuzzy when you hear yourself say, “shots, ladies?”
you’re not much better at saying what’s on your mind, when you really think about it.
you don’t come back home until you know you’ve sobered up.
the lamp in the corner of the living room is still on.
osamu hasn’t moved very much, but instead of sitting upright, he’s stretched his legs out on the couch, head resting against the armrest. his book is shut, sitting on the coffee table next to the tv remote.
he’s almost asleep.
his drooping eyes lift when he hears you double lock the door.
“hi,” you whisper.
“hi,” he mumbles sleepily. “you have fun?”
“yeah. why are you still up?”
“i wasn’t sleepy.”
“sure you weren’t.”
“i really wasn’t.”
“you were literally asleep when i walked in.”
“i was literally awake.”
you hum, setting your keys bag on the countertop. his eyes watch as you walk towards him.
your skin burns. you want to look away - you want him to look away - when you say, “do you wanna talk?”
“what an ominous opening statement.” his voice is just a notch louder.
when he looks up to you expectantly, you squat in front of him, shins pressing against the bottom of the couch. he props himself up on his elbow, meeting you eye to eye.
you look at him for a moment and watch the tips of his ears fade into pink. you fold your arms over your knees and nestle your chin in the crook.
“hi again,” you finally whisper.
his head tilts. you’re inches away, close enough to feel his warmth through the blankets.
“hi again,” he whispers back, the corners of his lips lifting.
you suck on your lower lip nervously. “i think,” you start slowly, “i hope the other night wasn’t a mistake.”
it comes out as a question more than a statement.
his pupils grow a fraction of an inch. “did you think it was?”
“no,” you say too quickly. “i was hoping you didn’t think so. i don’t know. i’ve just been thinking. i just, we just haven’t talked about it since - ”
he waits for you to finish that thought, but you never do.
“i think this is the first time we’ve both been home at the same time since then, right?” he asks softly, peering at your averted eyes.
you frown. has it? have you just been in your head about it for the past 48 hours? surely you’d seen him at some point since then - you live together.
he sweeps a finger along your hairline, gently tucking your loose strands behind your ear.
“so,” he says, “what’d you think about?”
you look at him through your eyelashes. you, you want to say. instead, you choose, “this is all very new to me.”
“i can’t say i do this quite often with a roommate either.”
“stop,” you grumble, lips losing to a laugh. “i mean, do you wanna do it then?”
“do what?” he teases, his smile growing by the second.
you roll your eyes and tilt your head back in frustration. you lose your balance and feel your weight fall back until osamu reaches for your elbows.
“you still drunk?”
“no,” you say hotly. “i sobered up before i came home.”
“and why’s that?”
“no reason,” you huff. “can you just answer my question?”
his fingers are still gripping you tightly. he pulls you forward again, but instead of balancing you, you’re teetering on the balls of your feet.
he leans forward, hands moving from your arm to your chin. when he’s only an inch away from you, he whispers, “can i kiss you?”
before you can even finish saying yes, you’re pulled in quickly, his lips pressing against yours hard. fireworks set off in your gut, creeping up into your chest until you feel like your heart is going to burst.
when he pulls away to breathe, you swipe your thumbs against his lips.
“i got lipgloss all over you,” you mutter.
he grins. “strawberries.” he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “does that answer your question?”
#osamu x reader#osamu fluff#osamu miya x you#idkkkk idk this was kinda hard idk why#but i keep looking at it and nothing changes so here we are .#and i don't wanna keep looking at it so u guys can just look at it#i'm so out of touch man#i don't love miscommunication but i love tension and that's all i have to say for myself
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