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Night out || Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary: A night out with your boyfriend and Madelyn and waking up to pictures of you and Drew circulating around social media.

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1,591

A/n: Send me drew starkey requests pleaseeeeeee

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“Look at you,” Drew says with a playful grin, his eyes tracing every detail of your outfit with admiration. You giggle, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you catch your reflection in the mirror, pleased with your appearance. “What time are we meeting up with Mads again?” you ask, tearing your gaze away from the mirror to glance at Drew as he checks his phone.

“Uh, like right now,” he says sheepishly. Your eyes widen in surprise. “Drew!” you exclaim, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in your voice. Without wasting a moment, you grab your perfume, quickly spritzing it on as you rush to the other room to retrieve your Sambas.

“I feel so bad for making her wait,” you mutter to yourself, hastily tying up your shoes. “It’s fine, babe. The drive is only like five minutes,” Drew reassures you, the keys jingling in his hand. You shoot him a playful glare, your bottom lip jutting out in a slight pout.

“Still!” you retort, a hint of mock annoyance in your voice. With a quick glance in the mirror to ensure everything is in place, you grab your bag and hurry out of your cozy Charleston home, Drew following closely behind.

In the car, you carefully apply a layer of lip gloss, glancing at yourself in the visor mirror. Drew’s hand rests warmly on your thigh as he admires you, his eyes filled with affection. Feeling his gaze linger, you turn to him with a smile. “What?” you ask playfully, catching his eye.

Drew grins, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your inner thigh. “You’re just so pretty,” he gushes, his voice full of admiration. You giggle, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. “Thanks, babe,” you reply, your heart fluttering.

“I’m so sorry we’re late,” you apologize as you and Madelyn go in for a hug, embracing each other warmly. “No, it’s okay. I was sorta late too,” Madelyn chuckles, pulling away from the hug with an understanding smile. Drew joins in, pulling Madelyn into a hug as well. “Hey Mads,” he greets, smiling down at her. “Hey Drew,” Madelyn replies, pulling away from the hug and smiling up at him.

You three catch up, ordering drinks and food, simply enjoying each other’s company. As the night rolled on, the three of you decided you wanted to walk down the street to your guys’ favourite bar.

It was around 11 at night, and the streets of Charleston were still bustling with a few people. “Wait, I’ll just go to the bathroom,” Madelyn says just as you step outside. “Want me to come?” you offer, concerned. “No, it’s okay, I’ll be quick!” she assures you with a smile as you nod in understanding.

Drew pulls you close to him, his arm wrapping around your waist protectively as you wait for Madelyn to return. “Do we have any choc chips in the fridge?” you randomly ask, looking up at Drew.

“I doubt it, why?” He chuckles as you couldn’t help but smile, “I wanted to make choc chip pancakes in the morning,” You say, “I’ll just buy them tomorrow,” He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer. “Thank you,” You smile, going up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips.

“You lovebirds ready?” Madelyn calls out. You and Drew turn your heads toward her, both smiling. A playful grin spreads across your face as you step away from Drew, immediately missing the warmth of Drew. Linking arms with Madelyn, you share a glance. She sticks her tongue out at Drew, who feigns offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart.

Drew walks behind the two of you as you giggle about something Madelyn said. The sight is pretty amusing—how small the two of you look next to him, with Drew towering behind like a protective shadow. It’s almost as if he’s your loyal Doberman, following closely and keeping an eye on his favourite people.

The three of you arrived at the bar and immediately ordered drinks, though Drew opted for just iced water since he was the designated driver. The atmosphere was relaxed and cozy, with only a few people scattered around. After about an hour, Madelyn decided to head out, mentioning her early start the next day.

The bar was nearly empty, the clock inching past midnight, but you and Drew decided to stay. The two of you continued to chat, enjoying the quiet intimacy and the time together. His hand rested on your thigh as you talk about something, his eyes watching your side profile in awe at how lucky he was.

“We ready?” Drew asks, downing the last of his water. You hum in agreement, getting up and thanking the bartender, who returns your smile warmly. With a final glance around the nearly empty bar, you head out into the night with Drew by your side.

Waking up, your hand moves across to Drew’s side of the bed, only to find it empty. Lifting your head from the pillow, you catch the faint sound of music coming from the kitchen. Curiosity piqued, you slide out of bed, your feet hitting the cool floor. As you leave the bedroom, Bella, your cocker spaniel, trots up to you, her tail wagging enthusiastically.

You crouch down, scooping her up into your arms, her soft fur warm against your skin. With Bella nestled comfortably, you head towards the kitchen.

Rounding the corner, you spot Drew at the counter, mixing something in a bowl with his back turned to you. “Morning,” you say softly, catching his attention. He turns around, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Mornin’, baby,” he greets, his voice filled with affection. You walk up beside him, and he instinctively wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. Curious, you peer into the bowl.

“You’re making pancakes?” you ask with a smile, looking up at him. Drew grins down at you. “Mhmm, I got the choc chips in the fridge. Could you grab ’em for me?” he asks. You put down Bella, who trots off happily, and head to the fridge to fetch the chocolate chips, feeling a surge of affection for Drew and his sweet gesture.

“I didn’t start them too long ago, so sit down,” Drew says, giving your ass a light pat as you pass by. You lean up to kiss his cheek, “Thank you,” you say warmly before heading to the other side of the kitchen to make your coffee. The aroma of freshly ground beans fills the air as you start the coffee maker, glancing back at Drew, who’s humming along to the music, focused on making the pancakes.

You settle down on one of the kitchen stools, enjoying the comforting warmth of your coffee as you watch Drew mixing the batter . Scrolling through your phone, you’re suddenly interrupted by a FaceTime call from Madelyn.

“Mads is calling,” you inform Drew before answering the call. Maddy’s cheerful face fills the screen as you prop your phone up on the counter. “Hey!” You greet her as she does replies in the same cheerful tone.

“I’m getting my hair and makeup done right now, and I got bored, so I called,” Maddy explains, chuckling as she looks up to let the makeup artist do her eyeliner. “Hey Maddy!” Drew calls out.

“Hey Drew!” she greets back, her voice bright. “What are you doing?” Madelyn questions Drew as you flip the camera around to focus on him. He’s in the middle of flipping a pancake, his expression concentrated yet relaxed. “Making pancakes,” he replies with a smile “Stoppp, you’re making me hungry. I haven’t had breakfast yet,” she groans, letting out a loud sigh.

“Where in Charleston are you? We can drop some off if you want?” you offer, genuine concern in your voice. Maddy smiles gratefully at your kindness. “You’re too sweet, y/n. Thank you, but I feel bad making you drive out to me. I’ll just ask my manager to get an açai bowl or something,” she replies, her gratitude evident. You hum understandingly, appreciating her consideration.

After about ten minutes of casual conversation, Maddy brings up something that makes both you and Drew pause mid-chew. "What are you talking about?" you ask as Drew pulls out his phone.

"Are you guys living under a rock? It's all over social media right now. I thought you would've found out last night or at least this morning," Maddy says, sounding surprised.

"No, we haven't been on social media at all since we left the house yesterday afternoon," you explain while Drew opens Instagram and heads to the explore page. Almost instantly, you spot what she's talking about. "Oh, I see it," you say, leaning closer to get a better look at the post.

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"Aww, these picture is really cute," you smile, swiping through the images as Drew chuckles beside you. "Oh, and one of the workers at the bar made a TikTok about seeing us there. They even took a photo of you guys from the CCTV camera," Maddy adds, "I'll send you the TikTok too."

(the pic)

With Drew being a well-known celebrity, you're used to pictures of you both popping up on social media. Still, you always enjoy looking at them, finding them wholesome and cute.

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glearyyyne · 2 days

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(21+ DNI) When Satoru gives you punishment, but he's too soft-hearted for you.

"Satoru, please," you pleaded.

"Shut it, princess," Satoru sternly replied, leaving you whining with tears falling from your eyes as you tried to make yourself cum with your fingers.

Satoru had just punished you by making you pleasure yourself without his help.

You knew you shouldn't have played that prank, but now it was too late.

"I said I’m sorry, 'toru," you begged.

While you were on the bed by yourself, Satoru was sitting on the couch in front of you. He spread his legs and began jerking off as he watched you struggle to reach orgasm.

"Didn't you tell me you could cum from your fingers back then?" Satoru asked. You groaned in annoyance. "That was a long time ago when we hadn't had sex!" you reasoned loudly, still trying to finger yourself.

"What did I tell you about raising your voice?" Satoru's intimidating tone made you want to bury yourself alive.

You stayed silent, letting out quiet moans and whines as you pushed your fingers deeper, trying to reach the spot that only Satoru could hit.

You used to be content with just fingering yourself before you and Satoru started dating. But after experiencing the pleasure he could give you, it felt like heaven compared to what you could do on your own.

You closed your eyes, groaning in frustration as you tried to push deeper even though it hurt your walls. All you wanted was to cum and apologize to him.

You didn’t notice Satoru had stopped jerking off. You were so close to cumming when you heard him sigh. You opened your eyes and froze, your hand stopping in fear that he might be angry.

He moved to the edge of the bed and quickly pulled your hand away, which was covered in your fluids.

"I’ll do it," he said softly, shocking you. He gently licks his two fingers before pushing them inside you. You moaned as he easily hit that spot without any trouble.

"I- I'm sorry, 'toru," you tried to apologize, but he hushed you.

"Don't be, just focus on getting to cum," Satoru said.

You didn’t say anything further, moaning loudly as you finally had his long fingers inside you.

Satoru adjusted his position, letting you lay your back on his chest while he focused on making you cum.

"So good," you slurred, arching your back whenever Satoru hit that sweet spot. "I know," he said with pride, knowing only he could make you feel this way.

He used his other hand to pinch and twist your nipple, making you writhe as you felt your climax approaching.

"C-coming," you muttered, but loud enough for Satoru to hear. He hummed, fastening his pace, making you moan loudly and throw your head back as you came.

"S-shit," you let out after cumming.

Satoru gave you soft kisses on your shoulder as you breathed heavily, calming yourself after the intense climax.

"I'm sorry, Satoru," you told him again, just to make sure.

"It's okay, baby. I’m too soft-hearted for you anyway," he said with a laugh. You giggled but noticed how hard he still was.

You got off the bed, kneeling in front of him as you held his hard cock.

"Let me pay you back," you said.

Satoru smirked, using his hand to caress your cheek.

"Sure," he replied.

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reysdriver · 5 hours

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Hey darlin'! I just saw your one-shots and i REALLY love them!! I need morr about Eddie with Hopper!Reader <33 Please!! A fluff or a smut where the Reader have to deal with her father. Hope you can answer. Have a nice day!! ✨️

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You and Eddie try to have a chill night in, but it's difficult when you have the world's most paranoid chief of police as a father — eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff

warnings: none

words: 1.2k

a/n: thanks for submitting a request! I'm sorry it took so long, I've been so busy lately, and I'm sorry I couldn't figure out how to end it lmao but I really hope you like this fic!!

Even though your dad knows about you and Eddie dating, he is definitely not as okay with it as you would have hoped, but honestly more than you had expected.

He had met Eddie a few times since he found out you were in romantic cahoots with the familiar criminal, and despite your fears, they had gotten along quite well despite their history and their differences. But no matter how many things they actually had in common, no father would fully trust Eddie Munson to be alone with his little girl.

“Door open three inches!” Your dad called from the couch. “You know the rules!”

You rolled your eyes, standing up from the bed to open the door to Hopper’s liking.

The door was open three inches, and you swore that it was the draft causing the door to move slightly, but you knew your dad would never believe you.

“Seriously, Dad?” You asked him.

“Rules are rules.” He confirmed. “If you don’t like it, then the boyfriend can go.”

You let out a heavy, dramatic sigh before returning to your boyfriend, who was currently sketching out a Dungeons and Dragons character based on you for his new campaign.

Eddie looked up from his paper when you sat back down next to him. “You can do a lot with three inches, you know?”

You put a finger over his mouth—which he playfully tried to bite—and you shushed him while holding back a laugh at his incredibly stupid, albeit funny, joke.

“He’s gonna hear you, and he’s gonna drag you out of here. Keep drawing.”

He put the finishing touches on his design, then let out a sound of satisfaction over it before turning the notebook so you could see it better.

“I think I did pretty good.” Your boyfriend proclaimed. “She’s almost as pretty as you.”

Oh, how you lucked out with this mysterious dork. You thanked him by pressing a quick kiss on his cheek before your dad became suspicious of you two once again.

“You think I should get it as some ink?” Eddie asked you.

“Like, you want to get it tattooed?”

Eddie nodded, eyes going back and forth between you and the cartoon version of you that he just made.

“Absolutely not.” You replied.

“What? Why not? Do you not love me enough to let me tattoo you on me?”

He was ridiculous, staring at you with big, fake puppy dog eyes and a pleading lip.

“Of course I love you, but as your girlfriend, I also need to stop you from doing stupid things.”

“What if I keep your tattoo separate from the creepy skulls and spiders?”

Well, that was an offer you almost couldn’t refuse. Even though it was tempting, you would never let him know that he can get to you like that, so you played it cool.

“Ask me again in a year.”

His face erupted into a devilish smile and he held his hands to his chest like a cartoon character in love.

“I’m getting a tramp stamp of my girlfriend in a year!”

Before you could protest his proclamation, he pulled you into his arms in what you hoped was just a teasing gesture rather than a genuine expression of excitement for something you were certainly not going to let happen.

Just a second later, your dad cleared his throat very pointedly, which practically frightened you out of your boyfriend’s arms.

“El wants to watch a movie.” He announced. “Come watch with us.”

You sat up and shook your head lightly. “Um, no thanks, Dad. We’ll pass on that.”

Your dad raised an eyebrow and looked at Eddie’s arm around your waist. “You have something better to do?”

It was at that point that you knew him telling you about your sister and the movie was an order, not an invitation. You bit the inside of your cheek and luckily, Eddie spoke up before you could say something snarky.

“A movie sounds great, chief. Count us in.”

“Good.” Hopper said curtly before turning around to the living room.

Eddie stood up and started teasingly pulling you off the bed. You laid down and let out an annoyed groan, resisting his attempts to move you.

“C’mon, babe, movie time.” Eddie encouraged.

“It’s just gonna be The Wild Bunch. That’s one of their favourite movies and I know El’s been wanting to see it again lately.” You mumbled. “I’d much rather stay here with you.”

“Well, your dad might never let me back in your house if he thinks I’m trying anything with his daughter in the other room, so we have to. Plus, I like The Wild Bunch too.”

Your face formed an exaggerated frown as you finally got up off the bed.

Eddie smiled and escorted you to the living room. And although you had just started to build up excitement within you for this movie night, it already got worse.

El was in her favourite recliner—the VHS case for The Wild Bunch was on her lap, you called it—but your dad had plopped himself down in the exact middle of the couch. Not only did you have to watch a movie with your family instead of chilling with your boyfriend, but you couldn’t even sit next to him because your dad hates the idea of you having fun.

Before you knew it, you were in a full on stare-down with the Hawkins chief of police.

“Take a seat.” He said passive aggressively.

“I want to sit next to Eddie, Dad. Could you move over?”

He shook his head. “I’m not falling for any of your tricks. I was a teenager once.”

“Yeah, like a thousand years ago.” You mumbled.

The comment was quiet but your dad still heard it.

“Careful, any attitude and I’ll assume it came from the moron and he won’t be allowed back in the house.”

You looked over at Eddie with a defeated expression on your face. He looked back at you, sympathetic and willing to comply—the latter was a complete switch from his normal mood.

Your boyfriend understood completely why your dad was worried about you and Eddie dating, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it. Of course, Eddie was willing to do whatever he could to seem like the boyfriend every parent would want for their daughter—he really was, some people just couldn’t look past the exterior shell to see it—so he held his tongue and went along with anything.

The two of you sat down on opposite sides of the couch, separated by your relentless father.

“Alright, El, play the movie.” Hopper said.

He then leaned back and kept his eyes on the television in front of you all.

Eddie soon caught your gaze from across the couch, and he stretched his arm behind his head, oh so conveniently placing it a few inches from your shoulder.

You grinned at him, keeping it subtle, and took his hand in yours.

The two of you watched the rest of the film like that, holding hands in that slightly uncomfortable way, and the night wasn’t as insufferable as it seemed like it was going to be. All thanks to Eddie, of course.

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irisintheafterglow · 2 days

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of daisies and collisions

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ now playing: thelonious monk - "green chimney's"

summary: nanami kento felt a little out of his element, with a small bundle of flowers sitting in his lap and brooding in the dark corner of the jazz bar. yet, you play that song he likes again, and nothing else matters. (nanami x you)

wc: 1.9k

cw/tags: strangers to lovers (??), first meeting, banter-driven fluff with a little bit of angst at the beginning, gojo cameo

note: FIRST TIME WRITING FOR NANAMI RAHHHHHH. thank you to @yutaleks for donating as a part of @ficsforgaza !!! also,,, threw in a little reference for @mididoodles my og nanami lover. i hope you like this :))

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

Nanami Kento considered himself a simple man.

A week ago, he would have clocked out of work and driven home alone, maybe throwing a baking show on the TV while he made pan-fried dinner in solitude. Nothing got past Nanami’s walls because he didn’t let them. Simple, easy, boring–that was his life since leaving Jujutsu society. Nothing exciting and nothing new, life passed him by and he allowed it to slip through his fingers like water, letting himself become pulled into the mundane pushing-and-pulling tide of everyday life. He wasn’t a sorcerer anymore; just a working man with too much time on his hands, seeing shadows no one else could. Yet, the thought lingered in his mind: who was benefiting from his efforts?

That was his existence, up until a week ago when a novice driver scraped the hood of his car in just the right way to make the engine go completely kaput.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, sir!”

“I am aware of your remorse. Kindly give me your information so we can handle this in a timely manner.”

“Yes, sir. Of course, sir!” He exhaled through his nose. The boy couldn’t have been older than eighteen and any other decent adult would have sympathy for the kid. Nanami, however, couldn’t be bothered and took down the teenager’s license and registration with as minimal words as possible. Soon enough, his phone was pressed to his cheek as he called a cab, the nearest one being at least fifteen minutes away. Before he could slip his phone back into his pocket, he senses a body rushing toward his seconds until an inevitable impact. He tries to pivot so that the figure brushes past his arm instead of colliding, but it’s no use. Your shoulder rams into his and you stumble, briefly aware of his hand brushing your forearm to catch you.

“Sorry about that!” You’re giving him an apologetic smile, still continuing in your current direction. You’re clutching a small stack of papers and you grasp at them as they start to slip from your arms. He gapes unexpectedly, meeting your eyes from over your shoulder. His silence seems to concern you and you take a few steps back toward him with drawn eyebrows. “A-Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” he forces out after a moment, taking a disorienting amount of time to regain his bearings. Why was he so startled by you? “Are you–”

“Okay, great! I have to,” you stutter, gesturing the opposite way, “I have to go. I’m so sorry about running into you, again. Have a good one!” Nanami finds his hand acting on its own, stretching out to grab your attention before you’re gone. He’s a millisecond too late and realizes with a weight in his stomach why he couldn’t stop staring at you. There was something attached to you, something inhuman. It was nearly imperceptible because of your normalcy and any other sorcerer would have missed it, but he saw it, the grotesquely snake-like Curse winding its coils around your neck. The question comes into the forefront of his mind again: who was benefiting from his efforts?

Shit.

He trails after you without thinking, without any regard as to whether he would miss the cab or get home after the sun disappears. You’re texting someone frantically while still shuffling around your papers, checking street signs every so often before taking a sharp turn right into a brick building Nanami had never entered before. MIDI’S: JAZZ AND DRINKS, read the neon yellow sign, and he pushes through the door without another moment’s hesitation.

“How are we feeling tonight, ladies and gentlemen?” Cheering, a few hoots and hollers. It’s comfortingly warm in the dark space, dimly lit by a few dandelion lanterns and a tasteful amount of plain candles. There’s a bar tucked into the left wall with two bartenders chatting up distinguished-looking customers. Crowded tables and attendees lounging in creaky chairs litter the space, sipping from honey-colored bottles and crystal glasses. It’s homey, Nanami thinks. Not necessarily his usual crowd, but he could find solace in it. “We’ve got a lot more music up for you tonight, featuring our very own pride of Midi’s.” Nanami’s eyes are drawn to the circular stage at the center of the room, where the announcer gestures behind her to a person seated at the piano. He blinks once, then twice, before realizing that it’s you. You smile into the darkness, wincing a bit when the snake Curse around your shoulders squeezes tauntingly. You had no idea of the danger you were in, which Nanami figured was the reason he orders a glass of bourbon and finds a less-crowded corner of the club.

Your fingers dance on the keys of the piano, gliding and crossing over each other lighter than touching a paintbrush to a canvas. Your movements are smooth and unrestrained, flawless except for the momentary constriction of the Curse attached to you. The Curse’s eyes find Nanami’s and it seems to smile, constricting harder than it had previously while maintaining eye contact. You cough hard enough that your song is interrupted and the other musicians around you quickly cover for you as you struggle for a drink of water. The Curse was restricting your ability to play, and his body again reacted before his mind.

He focuses a significant amount of Cursed Energy into his balled fist–not enough to be noticeable to non-sorcerers, but enough to serve as a warning for the Curse blocking your airway. It recoils like a vampire caught in direct sunlight, slinking away into the darkness behind the piano. It was still attached to you, but he knew it wouldn’t pester you for the rest of your performance. Exorcizing the Curse himself was risky, since you’d recognize Nanami as soon as he was in close proximity. As the last step in his quiet plan to keep you safe, he opens his messages and scrolls through the endless amount of heart-emoji texts he left unanswered, sending his location to the one contact in his phone that isn't involved with being a salaryman.

> LOCATION SENT - NANAMI KENTO TO GOJO SATORU

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“That’s them? That’s why you send me to a jazz bar at 7:00 P.M. on a Thursday?”

“Don’t call them ‘that,’ Gojo. It’s crass,” Nanami mutters, another sip of bourbon burning down his throat. The blindfolded sorcerer beside him shrugs indifferently, considering you again. You’re playing with more life than you were the week prior, when the Curse was snug around your neck like a deadly scarf. He might have imagined it, but Nanami could have sworn you caught his eye and winked at him. Gojo insists those winks were for him, though. “But, yes. They are the reason I sent you that message.”

“Why’d you do it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why’d you follow them and get involved, anyway? It’s not like you to get concerned with things that don’t benefit the collective. At least, not since you left,” Gojo replies. It’s harsh, a little blunter than Gojo’s usual lackadaisical comments, but he’s right. Nanami hadn’t been worried about a single person besides himself in a long while, however much he didn’t like to admit it. He was fine protecting his own simple, boring existence, until he realized just how much he wanted to protect your existence too. Nanami Kento was a selfish man, inside, and he considered his actions to keep you safe not altruism, but an extension of his selfishness. That’d be too hard to express to Gojo, though, so he settles for mirroring his former colleague’s indifferent shrug.

“Felt like the correct path to follow,” he answers. The small bundle of daisies sitting in Nanami’s lap weighs heavier than a dumbbell, and it occurs to him just how out of his element he was. He was used to things being clean-cut and easy, but his recent interest in getting to know you had thrown off his entire livelihood. “We are to keep people safe, are we not?”

“I’m supposed to keep those people safe. I don’t really know what you’re doing anymore,” Gojo drawls. “Though, I will say, they’re really pretty. You think I can pull them?”

“The only thing pulling you is my arm out of this establishment if you don’t be quiet,” Nanami deadpans. “Plus,” he looks down at the stray flower petals sprinkling his dress pants, “I have first dibs.”

You smile at him when he approaches you sidestage after your set, visibly more relaxed without the Curse on your back. Gojo was long gone doing who-knows-what, leaving Nanami to deal with the unwanted fluttering in his gut.

“You’re back again. Enjoy the show last week?”

“Yes,” he affirms, “You are incredibly talented.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes flick down to the flowers in his fist, comically small in comparison to his large hands. “Those for me?”

“Y-Yes, of course,” he sputters, handing you the bunch more stiff than he planned. A silent understanding hides behind your expression; you can see through him like glass. Somehow, he doesn’t mind. “Were you–”

“Are you–” You both speak at the same time and abruptly trail off, insisting that the other goes first. “Please,” you concede with a wave of your hand, “go ahead.”

“I was going to ask if you were playing here for the first time when we ran into each other, last week.”

“Was it that obvious?” You rub the back of your neck with your hand, your smile turning playfully embarrassed. “I had this weird cough that was messing with my health, so that’s why I was running late. It was also probably why I collided with you on the sidewalk,” you chuckle.

“I am unbothered,” he admits. His thoughts slip out from his mouth without thinking. “I wouldn’t mind if you collided with me again.” Your eyes widen and Nanami can feel his face begin to burn, Gojo’s devilish grin at the back of his mind accusing him of being terrible at relationships. “I-I’m not sure why I said that–”

“It’s Kento, right?” You’re peering at him curiously, as if you were trying to hold in a laugh. The sound of his name on your lips is more intoxicating than any amount of alcohol from the bar.

“Yes, how did you–”

“The blindfolded guy came up to me during my break and said he was with you,” you state, the corner of your mouth still quirking like you were hiding a secret. “You have weird friends.” You didn’t know half of it.

“Right,” he forces out. You didn’t seem to mind how goofy Nanami was acting; in fact, something in his head told him that you liked it. “Well, I-I apologize for such a bold–”

“You know,” you cut in as the back of your hand delicately brushes the tiny flowers in your hand. “My set tomorrow night ends early and there’s a really good sandwich shop just up the street. Maybe I could collide with you there?”

“That would–Yes, I would like that,” he barely replies. You tear a corner from your sheet music and scribble something onto it. You press it into his palm as you head backstage, your touch electrifying every single nerve you made contact with.

“See you tomorrow,” you wave with that same small smile he was losing himself to. For better or for worse, something about meeting you made Nanami unwilling to go back to that simple, easy way he was living before.

GREEN CHIMNEY’S (PG. 3)

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here’s that song you like, it’s the one you smile at every time <3

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koishiro · 1 day

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I know your real busy rn girl and this ain’t need to be done immediately but if possible a mood board of dating my bbg again? (Tokoyami)

PS: I PROMISE IM GONNA DO YOUR REQUEST SOON I JUST KEEP FORGETTING😭😭

Dating Fumikage Tokoyami pt.2 <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : …ur talking abt forgetting?!?! Look at me and my unbelievably late reply to ur ask 😭 I’m so sorry bby TT

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prentisssgf · 11 hours

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| I’m just glad you’re okay

| criminal minds

| emily prentiss x reader

| hurt / comfort

| 1602 words

"Hey honey" Emily started

"Hi Baby, you okay? you're late where are you?" you groggily replied as Emily woke you up at 10pm.

"I'm okay, so listen I'm gonna be home a little bit later tonight okay? I'll try to be home as soon as I can it's just gonna be a little later than what I told you okay?"

"Okay Em, I'll wait up for you" you said as you yawned.

Emily could hear your tiredness through the phone as she laughed a little bit "No baby it's okay, go to sleep"

"Mmkay I love you stay safe" you replied already half sleeping.

"I love you too Y/N"

At 5am you were woken up as your phone was ringing, Emily's name flashed on the screen "Em? where are you?"

"Not Emily honey, it's JJ" JJ started.

More alert you jolted up "Jay? is everything okay? What's happening?"

"Me and Derek are coming to get you we'll explain everything in the car" your breath hitched, why were they coming for you at 5am and more importantly where was your girlfriend.

"So Emily was in a car accident and then she got concussed" you relayed the information back to JJ

"Yeah" JJ breathed out.

"Can I... Can I see her?" tears threatening to leave your eyes.

"Of course you can" JJ turned around in her seat and gave you a small warm smile in which you retuned.

"I'm sorry, family only" the doctor stopped you as you were about to go into her room.

You twisted the engagement ring Emily got you 7 months ago as you, quick with your answer you replied "I am her family, I'm Y/N Y/L/N I'm her fiancé"

The doctor who's name you leaned was Andrea gave you a warm smile with a nod "right this way" she stood back as you returned the nod and knocked on Emily's room.

"Hi honey" you spoke to her as you walked across the room to grab a chair to sit next to her bed "It's Y/N" you took her hand from her side, her body and face expressions read as if she had been sleeping for a while, she looked so peaceful so you just decided to wait for her until she woke up from the coma that you learned she was in from JJ.

"Y/N?" Emily questioned hours later pushing herself up to get to you.

"It's me honey" your hands covering her cheeks "lie back down for me" you gently said pressing her shoulders down.

"I'm sorry" Emily tearfully looked up at you.

"What for?" you scanned her face with furrowed brows.

"For not coming back earlier I-" Emily started to choke on her sobs.

"No baby it's okay I know that you're safe now and you're here with me" you replied absentmindedly running your fingers through her hair "how are you doing?" you asked already knowing the answer.

"Everything hurts" Emily replied grunting as she turned over embarrassed at how weakness was showing on her face.

"I know but you're so strong Emmy" you replied talking especially to the back of her head.

You knew this about Emily, you knew even before getting into a relationship with her that she deals with her negative emotions by compartmentalizing them, you worked so hard in the 5 years that you've known her to break those walls down and explaining that it's okay to show weakness, you even tried to convince her that weaknesses only makes you stronger, but growing up with Elizabeth Prentiss, it sure was hard to break down those walls.

Not giving you an answer but seeing her shoulders move up and down, your heart broke for her.

"Oh honey" you leaned over to kiss the top of her head "I'll be back in a minute okay, Im gonna go and see a doctor and give you a little bit of space but if you need anything just call me okay?" you sighed.

"Mhmm" she replied.

You managed to bump into Andrea, the doctor again "Hey sorry to bother you, do you know when Emily Prentiss will be able to go home?" you questioned.

"I'm sorry I'm not allowed to give that information out

"I'm her fiancé" you furrowed your brows again "Y/N Y/L/N?" you questioned.

She gave you a slight nod, remembering who you were "she can leave in about 3 hours we just have to run some more tests and then she's free to go"

"Thanks so much" you curved your lips into a smile as you left to see Emily again.

"So the doctor said you can leave in a couple of hours Em" you smiled as you closed the door.

Realizing that she didn't answer and that her breaths were small and even, you knew that she was sleeping, you walked around to the other side of the bed, Emily was facing the window which was now shining with a tiny glimpse of sunlight, you knew you had approximately an hour before Emily would wake up and be in pain again, you placed some water and her medication that the doctors prescribed to her next to you so you could give them to her straight away, you picked up a magazine and ran your hands through her hair, smiling to yourself that you knew that she was alive.

"Mmm hi sweet girl" Emily woke up groggy.

"Hi pretty lady, take these" you practically shoved the meds into her hand before she could stop you, you knew Emily wouldn't take them on her own claiming that she was "fine" and that she could "manage it"

Without a second thought because you asked her to, she took her medication straight away "we can leave in 2 hours you know" you ran your fingers through her hair something that relaxed both you and Emily before standing up to kiss her forehead, Emily's face lit up.

"We can" you laughed a little bit at her eagerness, for someone who hated hospitals she would always be in one.

After all her tests were done and she was in the clear to leave, you gently guided her back to your car and into your apartment, you made her sit on your sofa while you put on her favourite shows.

"I'm gonna make you something to eat okay? how about some soup?" you smiled.

"I'd like that" she replied, her face curving up into a little smile.

"That’s my girl" you cooed before turning your head to walk into your open floored kitchen.

Feeling as though Emily stood up and was looking at you, you spoke "Emmy I told you to sit down and get some rest" you said as you were looking for a bowl.

Usually she would've made a sarcastic remark or said something but she didn't say anything, you placed everything down and turned around, her tall slim build with a pale face staring at you, you knew exactly what was about to happen.

You sprinted over to her before she would fall to catch her, you picked her up and held her as Emily Prentiss just sobbed into your shoulders, you whispered things like "It's okay" and "let it out" while in a bone crushing hug, you knew she needed this, echos of sobs filled your apartment and you didn't once tell her off but you guided her through her sobs so she wouldn't hyperventilate, she was exhausted.

Once she calmed down you grabbed both of her hands in yours "breathe with me" you gently demanded "in and out" you smiled, letting go of one hand to tuck her hair behind her ears.

"I’m so tired" she stared at you with dropped eyes, you knew she was.

"I can't let you go to bed without something to eat but I promise you can go to sleep real soon okay?"

"Mmkay" she cracked a tiny smile

"Come on" you smiled as you guided her to your bed "Can I change you?" you asked knowing that she was too tired to do it herself, nodding gently she lifted her arms up as best as she could, you managed to get her into bed with some new fresh pajamas after about 5 minutes.

"I love you" Emily looked at you while you were in the middle of changing her, your blank expression changed into a slight smile as Emily still managed to give you the feelings of butterflies in your stomach, the same day you met her 5 years ago.

You leaned over, stopping what you were doing and pressed a long to kiss to her forehead "I'm so glad you're okay, I don't know what I would do with you" you caressed her face a little bit before carrying on with her pajamas.

"I'm gonna get you a quick snack okay so you can take some medicine and then you go to sleep"

You quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed some food and came back up quickly, when Emily took everything you could tell she was tired, she was about to fall asleep but you could see something was on her mind.

"Talk to me Prentiss" you laughed.

"Will you stay-stay with me" she smiled lightly.

"Yeah always" you smiled as you got into bed "come here" you smiled as you opened your arms for her to fall asleep in.

She managed to get comfortable in your arms, resting her head on your head as you would occasionally stroke her hair and kiss her head letting her know how much she means to you.

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss #paget brewster #criminal minds x you #emily x reader #emily x you

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wishmemel · 3 months

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OH MY GOD UR THOUGHT ON IMAGINING IF MEGUMI HAD A PICTURE OF U IN HIS WALLET EVEN THOUGH UR JUST FRIENDS I NEED TO GET TO WRITING RIGHT NEOW (IF ITS OKAY IT I USE THE IDEA 😅😅)

HI YOU SENT THIS FOREVER AGO and im just so so incredibly sorry for being so late to reply, so if it’s still in your head (or in your drafts) of course you can use the idea!! it was based on your little thought after all <33

#hehe i’d love to read it if you do choose to write it #again i’m so so sorry for the late reply #school has been kicking my ass #but thanks for asking anyway!#you’re the sweetest #꒰ i think she knows. ꒱

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askoinari · 6 months

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{ Previously… )

Yako had hoped poking the Weavile would entertain him with a battle, but the appearance of the Absol seemed to quell whatever irritation the Pokémon had in the moment. Watching the two interact so intimately, it reminded him of younger, better days of their youth that they shared with another, If only for a moment.

Yako

“Hm? I suppose that’d be fair. I prefer a nice Psychological Horror flick myself, personally.”

( @ask-the-shiny-pokemons )

#YakoTheivul #Reply #( I’m so sorry for the late response #I thought I answered this already 😅#thank you for your patience and for drawing Yako again! )

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ohlovxr · 2 years

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What about stepbro!remus finding reader smoking pot in her room? And he says he’ll tell her mom if she doesn’t do exactly what he wants and that’s how she finds herself sucking him off most days after school !

Hope you feel better soon xxxx

first of all, thank you my love <33333 and second of all, eeekkkk stepbro!remus (a favourite i gotta say)!!!

he’s unbearable every time because he’s always got something to say! you’re both constantly mouthy with each other, but now, he’s the one who’s got all the say (literally because… you know). the first few times you do it, you’re tearing up on his cock because the fat head that prodded at the back of your throat was such a new feeling :( and so he’s giving you a condescending, “oh, don’t worry, love. practice makes perfect, and we’ve got plenty of time, don’t we?”

whenever you forget a hair tie or something and your hair is in the way, he’s the most annoying! he’s just watching you struggle with a little smirk on his face… and whenever you go to pull your hair back, his cock still in your mouth when you do, he purposely uses the time that your hands aren’t resting on this thighs to thrust up into your throat n make you gag n drool even more all over him :(( he’ll tell you, “y’know, i could hold your hair back f’you if you ask nicely, bunny.” (and despite the way you mumble for him to stop calling me bunny, you always end up asking him and can’t help but appreciate the way he’s actually gentle with it)

and so every single thing he says makes you huff and cry out in irritation as if it doesn’t make your cunt clench and your panties all wet to listen to it with his cock resting heavy and twitching on your tongue.

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sexynetra · 8 months

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rachel !!!!!

post a line/snippet where the characters touch each other (in any way you wanna take that <3)

Hi darling Gi <333 thank you for the challenge of the day, I have decided to gift you 2 (two) forms of touching!

First, we have emotionally touched:

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“Okay, yeah, but you don’t owe me a gift for it.”

“I know. I just want to,” Crystal smiled and Gigi’s heart fluttered.

“Are you sure I can’t see it? I’m not going to love it any less if I see it before it’s done. In fact, I might even love it more,” Gigi angled again.

Crystal was quiet a moment, and Gigi tried not to stare at the way Crystal’s tongue darted over her lips. “It's frankly unfair how hard it is to say no to you,” Crystal griped after a moment, stepping out of frame to grab something.

Gigi took the moment of privacy to try and still her racing heart. It was a painting, not a declaration of love. Crystal had made paintings for most of their friend group for various celebrations. This was nothing new or special. Still, Gigi felt like she couldn’t breathe when Crystal returned, gripping tightly to a small canvas.

~~~

And then we have some physical touching :)

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Without her noticing, an hour had passed and Anetra, flopping onto the bed after messing up a trick with smoke rings, had moved so her head was resting in Marcia’s lap. Marcia absentmindedly played with the waves of Anetra’s hair. She looked so soft laying across her lap; nothing like the intimidating force of a woman she was when she was angry, or the stoic statue who wouldn’t show any emotion or vulnerability. This was the Anetra that Marcia had gotten glimpses of here and there, when Anetra was drawing, or spending time with Sasha, or after the Halloween party.

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kimtaegis · 3 months

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#I’m so sorry you have to wait so long for my replies lately #both for asks and dms #there’re days like today where there’s just not a single cell in my body that wants to/ feels able to talk #and then suddenly I can respond to everything within an hour on another day again #I'm being weirder than usual in that regard lately #it really has nothing to do with your messages it’s just my own incapability rn #please be patient with me #I'll answer eventually I promise

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pepprs · 1 year

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ok i took a nap sorry for miseryposting

#purrs #i don’t feel better per se but i do feel less angry so i think that’s good. but i did have a fucked up and disturbing dream so now im #focused on that a little bit but it’s whatever. i think i just feel stuck in my life and overwhelmed rn but i have to be gentle with myself #and okay with accepting outcomes that are compromises even if i really don’t want to. but idk. i have to think on it more. and i wish i felt #less lonely bc i KNOW i am not it’s just i have no emotional object permanence and i keep dismantling all my inoculations and then crying #out for more inoculations and i don’t know how to stop. and now im getting upset again typing this so I’m going to stop even though i havent #gotten to the end of my thought yet and like reblog some things or watch a video idk. i really need to find a counselor and speaking of #which i feel like someone told me lately (on here probably and ididnt reply im sorry) that my counseling place should give me referrals to o #other places and they didn’t and maybe it’s bc i told them i was taking a break from counseling but i am kind of like 😐😑. but i’ll figure it #out and find someone. i think there’s a thing i can do through work i just have to gather the spoons to actually do it and i spent all of th #them on the drivers manual today. also i read like half the drivers manual today! which is something to acknowledge. ok im done now bye

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whenhewaswickeds · 9 months

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hi mira how are you? i hope you’re having a nice week so far! ✨

OH MY GOD SIMONA IM SORRY I WAS NOT IGNORING THIS I PROMISE I DID NOT SEE I HAD ANYTHING IN MY INBOX IM SO SO SORRY HIIIII

i had a really nice week!!! i caught up on some library book reading which was really the main highlight ngl 😭 we’re celebrating my grandpa’s birthday tomorrow and then monday i’m seeing maisie and then i’m flying to see my sister/try out potential food options for her wedding next year ✨

how are you?? how’s your weekend going & do you have any fun plans for the upcoming week??

#asks #1989tv #and once again i’m so sorry for replying to this late 😭

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katasstrophy · 1 year

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Dream anon again! I was curious if you had any questions you associate with your favorite bllk boys btw?? "Honey" by Johnny Stimson makes me deeply think of Bachira in love while the One Punch Man theme song is what I would play personally for Kunigami's intro to a game as his hero theme lmao. Ty for reading!

hi dream anon !! 🥺 (omg so sorry that i took ages with this i was a little swamped with Life™ but i hope you’re doing swell<3)

i’m gonna assume you meant songs ! :) hhmmmm that’s interesting actually, because when i write i just pull up my go to instrumental playlist ‘cause lyrics.... distract me LOL (i try to blame it on the Bilingual Brain but…. 🥹🥹 yeah no i’m not even convincing me with that one) however !!

there have been a few songs (when i was just casually listening) that very insistently made certain bllk boys wiggle in my mind 🤔 ‘the catcher in the rye’ by elephanz to me is just– sae right after he realized he’s stupidly in love with you, but you’ve slipped out of his grasp a long, long time ago now – and he’s terrified he’ll never win you back. terrified to know the thought alone of you not being a part of his life shatters something permanent inside him. (but eventually, after long, thorough, heartbreaking groveling and trail and error, he’ll win you back. and the sweeping joy of it all is worth it in the end<3) nskzjebdbdjdks forgive me that is so specific HELPP. i actually have an embarrassing amount of songs i associate with sae but we’re not gonna talk about that bc i’m not supposed to be in love with him 😤

i think i mentioned this before on here but ‘clown’ by njomza is just absolute peak making kaiser crawl on his knees for you pathetically LOL as he deserves. also – and this is so funny to me to this day – right after the nagireo break up happened in the manga i was just like imagining reo gaslight gatekeep girlbossing through it and blasting ‘mean!’ by madeline the person on full volume like yeah girl you deserve better than him sksjsbbddnjsnsn pls okay shut up river

#—ping! new message from (anon)#that’s enough exposing myself for today i think LOL #(zari no i am not in love with sae ur eyes are just decieving you)#might queue up those songs u mentioned tho👀#i hope this is what you mean dream anon waaaahhh again so sorry for the late ass reply. i know these are also kind self insert-ish but i’m #slutty like that unfortunately i just want them for myself LMAO #also…… shakira’s new song is. churning ideas in me y’all 😳😳 divorcing ur big shot soccer player husband bc he doesn’t treat you right only-#-for him to realize it was the worst mistake of his fucking like mmmmmm yes delicious #okay i am actually shutting up now alsjsbbddndk my bad #blue lock x reader #sae >:(#bastard kaiser </3 #loverboy reo <3

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