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wynnyfryd · 5 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 30

part 1 | part 29 | ao3

cw: Steve Harrington committing unforgivable thought crimes (besmirching LotR)

"Uh," Steve stammers as Eddie tugs him off the couch, because he just propositioned the guy while covered in snot and tears and wearing a blanket as a cape, and now that guy is holding his hand.

Eddie doesn't let go after he gets him to his feet. Their fingers lace together, and his palm is soft and warm, his fingers slightly callused. Steve can feel his own pulse pounding in his wrist.

"Simmer down," Eddie teases, "I'm not having sex with you. Yet," he adds with a lewd waggle of his brows when Steve puppy-dog pouts at him. "This is better than sex, anyway."

"If you're having shit sex, maybe.” Steve rolls his eyes and lets himself be dragged past a messy counter, where Eddie stops to grab a black lunch box and a cassette tape, a tissue for Steve’s face, then down the hall to Eddie's bedroom.

"My kingdom," he grins as he shoves the door open and waves Steve through with a bow.

His room is amazing. Awesome and terrible all at once: awesome, because it looks like someone put Eddie’s essence in a blender and ran the blades without a lid, and terrible, because the place is a fucking pigsty. There’s a bag of bread on the floor.

Eddie tells him to make himself at home, so Steve plops down on the edge of his bed, takes in the explosion of artwork tacked to the walls while Eddie buzzes around the room — swoops and swoons like a drunken bee, kicking shit into messy piles, sticking a cig in his mouth and forgetting to find the lighter, turning on the stereo. He pops in the cassette, and Steve lets out a surprised laugh when he hears the upbeat strumming.

"Rumours? Really? That's your 'better than sex' cure?"

Eddie cranks the volume. "It's workin’, ain't it?" he mumbles around the unlit cig.

Steve tries to frown and fails. "…Shut up."

Eddie snickers at him; gives him the cutest smile he's ever seen, nose scrunched up, eyes crinkled at the corners, then he tucks the cigarette behind his ear and shakes his hair out with a grimace. “Christ, it’s hot in here." His hands move to the hem of his shirt. "Look away or don’t, baby, I’m changin’!”

Steve smiles and averts his gaze, falling back on Eddie’s bed and looking at the ceiling with his legs dangled over the edge. In his periphery he can see Eddie hopping gracelessly around the dresser, trying to tug his foot out of the end of his skinny jeans, cursing under his breath; dropping all the ‘g’s off the ends of his words.

"I like your Southern accent."

"Do ya now?" Eddie throws it on thick, really hamming it up, "Well then, I reckon it's plum near the most attractive dad-gum thing y’ever did hear 'round these here pawrts."

Steve honks a mortifyingly stupid laugh, which makes Eddie laugh like a chime in a windstorm, which just makes Steve laugh even more, and maybe Eddie was right.

Maybe this is better than sex.

He wipes at his eyes, misty for a good reason for the first time all night, and when he looks up again Eddie’s dressed in his pajamas. Dark gray gym shorts, a black cut-off tank, the arm holes deep and loose to expose his armpit hair, his ribs.

Steve’s mouth goes dry.

Eddie’s wiry and pale, firm muscle wrapped around his string-bean frame, and he's covered in tattoos — black line art and gray shading, fantastical beasts and staffs and swords, a crazily-detailed set of serpent scales snaking up his side. But it's his legs that catch Steve's eye.

His legs are covered in words. Words and doodles everywhere, from his calves to his thighs, the lines wobbly and thick like Eddie put them there himself. There are quotes in sloppy cursive, longer ones in blocky print; a few stylized to look like comic book dialog, the words POW! and DANGER outlined in spiky bubbles above his knee. Steve wants to trace the lines; rehearse him like a poem, learn each ink stroke with his fingers until he can recite them all by heart.

Eddie catches him staring and gives a small, pleased grin. “Like what you see?”

Steve’s tongue feels too big for his mouth. “Yeah. I really do.”

The smile widens. Eddie clambers onto the bed, stepping over Steve’s head and plopping down beside him with his back against the wall, one leg drawn up, the other stretched out long and loose.

Steve shifts to lay the same direction, and his shoulder brushes Eddie’s leg, his wrist ghosting against his ankle bone. He doesn’t pull away; likes the look of their skin tones side by side — the smooth desert landscape of his inner arm, accented only by a few veins and moles; the riot of ink and art all along Eddie’s shin. Eddie’s feet are bare, and they’re wide, a little hairy (reminds Steve of Dustin’s nerdy ring book, and he almost says as much, but he knows Eddie’s even more obsessed with that shit than the kids are. He really doesn’t want the dude to pop a brain boner and spend the next four hours lecturing Steve about jewelry lore.)

“What are you giggling at down there?” Eddie nudges at his elbow.

“Nothing,” Steve says, and Eddie responds “All right then, keep your secrets” in a silly character voice. He stretches to the side and grabs a joint off the bedside table.

“Now,” he says, voice slipping into that deep, slow sing-song thing he does — his sales pitch tone, Steve realizes. “This part is, of course, completely optional, but. In my humble, expert opinion—”

“So humble,” Steve teases under his breath.

“—It really enhances the whole experience.”

“The Stevie Nicks Therapeu- thera-” Oh, screw it. “Un-saddening Experience?”

“That is correct.” He holds it out over Steve’s face, wiggling it in offering, and Steve thinks about his conversation with Robin over brunch:

"I can't believe you did coke.” "I can't believe you smoked weed." "I know." "Was it okay?" He hasn't tried weed since... "Yeah," she answers seriously. "Yeah, it was okay. It was nice, actually."

“Okay,” he decides. I trust you. “Let’s do it.”

Eddie puts the joint between his lips and lights it up.

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part 31

listen i know it’s a quote from a movie that will not exist for another 16 years just let me have this. tag list in separate reblogs under '#trailer park steve au taglist' if you'd like to filter that content. if you want to be added tomorrow please comment and let me know (must be over 21; please either verify in the comment or have your age visible on your blog)

#trailer park steve au #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #my fic #my writing

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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Eddie draws on the edge of Steve’s hip, where his shirt rides up from stretching across Eddie’s bed. He’s humming to himself a song Steve doesn’t recognize, but it soothes him.

“What are you drawing?” Steve speaks softly; something about the moment feels gentle. He doesn’t want to break it.

“Hmmm, it’s a secret.” Eddie peaks beneath his bangs and smiles.

Steve leans up on his elbows, “Well, that’s not fair; I think I should know what’s going on my body?”

Eddie only looks at him with mischief as he continues to doodle. “Be grateful, Harrington. You’re getting an original Munson for free.”

Steve can’t help the laugh that escapes him. It is just like Eddie to say something like that. Playful and mean, it makes something settle in Steve. For a long time, he only knows the pain from harsh comments or a sentence with a bite. It is a welcomed change, to feel a bubble of happiness after a light jab.

“Whatever you say, Munson. Just let me see.” Steve tries to push up further to sneak a peek, but Eddie uses his free hand to push him down to the bed. He just happens to catch Steve off guard, sending him into a sprawl that can only be described as a starfish.

“I’m not finished yet.” Eddie grabs his hips and pins him still while he draws. After a few more moments, he says, “Done!”

Steve looks at his work and releases a snort that breaks the careful tension between them. “Are those boobs?”

“Why yes, they are, and a good representation if I say so myself.”

“Do you even know what boobs look like? Like the live version?” Steve knows he should be mad at the sharpie-drawn breasts on his body, but he can’t find it in him to have an angry tone.

“We’ll no. I don’t. And I would much prefer to keep it that way.”

Steve chokes on his spit a little bit, “Did you just come out to me, Eds?”

Steve isn’t sure what he expects. Denial, maybe, Eddie taking back what he said. Steve knows he isn’t handling this right. He doesn’t think Robin would be too happy with his response.

Steve thinks maybe he should see a little bit of fear in Eddie’s demeanor. That shakiness that comes with telling someone a dangerous secret.

What he gets, in the end, isn’t something he could have predicted. Eddie smiles softly, a little bit of his tooth peeking out, and lays his head gently on Steve’s leg. He’s calm and collected. He’s happy, Steve realizes.

“Yea, I guess I did. Not like it was much of a secret, though. Are you upset?” Eddie draws soft circles around the drawing on Steve’s hip—the rough callous on his thumb contradicting his tender touch.

Once again, although the conversation should be anxious, it’s not. Eddie’s question is spoken like he already knows the answer. Maybe he does.

“No, Eddie. I’m not mad. Never would be for that. Just thought it was a funny way of sharing a secret. Though, gotta admit, a very you way of doing it.”

This time Eddie throws his head back when he laughs, before settling back down on Steve’s leg. His giggles never really settled. “Like I said, Stevie wasn’t much of a secret anyway. Well, between us, that is at least. I like to think some, if not all, the kids are oblivious.”

“Erica definitely knows.”

Eddie’s eyes widen in mischief, “Oh, for sure. Pretty sure she would kick the others' asses, too, if they gave me shit for it. And she kicks hard too.”

It’s Steve’s turn to laugh. He’s never had this before, this casualness to serious conversations. Before, Steve is used to screaming and punching, drunken confessions in the bathroom, and throwing up on the mall floor. It isn’t like this, now, with Eddie in his trailer bedroom. It’s good. It’s safe.

“Thank you for telling me, Eds. Something like that is hard to share no matter who you tell it to.”

The softness is back again, “Like I said wasn’t much of a secret. Besides, I don’t think there isn’t any secret of mine you don’t know, Stevie. I think even when I don’t tell you, you kinda already know, don’t you?”

Steve leans one arm forward, while he places his weight on one elbow. He gently takes Eddie’s face in one hand, rubbing circles in the same motion as Eddie’s thumb on his hip.

God, I want to kiss him so bad sometimes, Steve thinks.

“Yea, I already know.”

#steddie #stranger things #I needed something soft #it’s been a long week #they know they love each other but sometimes it’s hard to say #I’m not sure if this makes sense but it made me happy so shush #steve harrington #pre relationship #pre steddie #they are falling in love #Eddie Munson #platonic stobin #only briefly mentioned #Robin Buckley #ficlet #fluff #steddie fluff #my writing #steve x eddie

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kenziekay · 2 days

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Harry Potter (part 1) Recommendations

Check (Part 2) for more recommendations. I got worried this wouldn't save. Part Three (here) Recommendations Masterlist (here)

Draco Malfoy Smut-

Black Suit (short and suggestive) @house-of-serpents934

Fluff-

Toxic Slytherin Boys When You'll Leave if They Won't Change @sinsirellaxx

Texts w/ Draco @kaciebello

Short Funny Things-

Pansy the Wingwoman @daddiesdrarryy

Slytherin Guys React to Sass @enha-doodles

Instagram @lmaoiateyourfood

Feelings @hxuse-xf-black

The Boyfriend @taylorisamastermind

Theodore Nott Smut-

Obsessed "Friend" (short) @sunsbum

Attitude (short) @mattyriddlesbitch

Let me Take Care of my Girl (short) @rafesmuse

Needy @pizzaapeteer

Cry to me (w/c 2.1k) @distantdarlings

Anonymous Flowers Part 2 @mattyriddlesbitch

Fluff-

Your Hoodie (short) @shiftingwithmars

Toxic Slytherin Boys When You'll Leave if They Won't Change @sinsirellaxx

Drunken Nights @mystinkylefttoe26

Slytherin Boys -Casual Dominance @finnott

Wretched Witch/unbelievable! @julesinsummer

Lipstick Trend @muchlovekatia

Short Funny Things-

Father Things @nickstarking

Freckles @enchantedescapist

Slytherin Guys React to Sass @enha-doodles

Instagram @lmaoiateyourfood

Goose @cash-111

Tom Riddle Smut-

Oral Fixation (Short) @mattyriddlesbitch

Fluff-

Toxic Slytherin Boys When You'll Leave if They Won't Change (not really fluff for Tom but oh well) @sinsirellaxx

Would You Love me if I Was a Worm? @lushaletta

Short Funny Things-

Slytherin Guys React to Sass @enha-doodles

World Domination @taylorisamastermind

The Boyfriend @taylorisamastermind

Pretty @taylorisamastermind

Bestfriend @taylorisamastermind

Stars @taylorisamastermind

Hand Holding @taylorisamastermind

Gift @taylorisamastermind

Nice to me @taylorisamastermind

Matteo Riddle Smut-

Heat (short) @blondwhowrites

Cockwarm (short) @rafesmuse

Racoon (short) @blondwhowrites

Ring Theif (short) @blondwhowrites

Shy Bunny (short) @blondwhowrites

Anonymous Flowers Part 2 @mattyriddlesbitch

Fluff-

Happy Hopping (short) @blondwhowrites

Playing Doctor (w/c 684) @crvptidgf

Toxic Slytherin Boys When You'll Leave if They Won't Change @sinsirellaxx

Mr. Snuffles (short) @blondwhowrites

Doberman @rafesslxt

Fights (short) @blondwhowrites

Short Funny Things-

Slytherin Guys React to Sass @enha-doodles

Instagram @lmaoiateyourfood

Cat Hunting @blondwhowrites

Have a Baby @blondwhowrites

Goose @cash-111

Sweatshirt @blondwhowrites

Lorenzo Berkshire Smut-

Listen @mattyriddlesbitch

Fluff-

Toxic Slytherin Boys When You'll Leave if They Won't Change @sinsirellaxx

Slytherin Boys -Casual Dominance @finnott

Body Image @suugarbabe

Short Funny Things-

Slytherin Guys React to Sass @enha-doodles

Instagram @lmaoiateyourfood

Goose @cash-111

Blaze Zambini Fluff-

Toxic Slytherin Boys When You'll Leave if They Won't Change @sinsirellaxx

Random Texts @kaciebello

Short Funny Things-

Feelings @hxuse-xf-black

Pansy Parkinson Short Funny Things-

Pansy the Wingwoman @daddiesdrarryy

Instagram @lmaoiateyourfood

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justalildumpling · 1 year

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⇢ the waiting game

synopsis: chenle had always described his life as a game with multiple chapters and characters, with you being a discontinued part of the franchise that he had always hoped would be renewed. but who knew that one drunken phone call would be the story arc that brought you back?

pairing: chenle x reader genre: ex best friends to ???, angst, fluff word count: 1.4k warnings: mentions of alcohol/drunkenness, the word “ass” was used once note: wrote this ages ago to fuel my angsty writing mood after listening taylor swift too much but wanted to finish writing it to upload it for chenle’s bday🥳🥳(also the way this was meant to be <200 words…)

After sharing a dorm with six chaotic grown men, Chenle had thought to have experienced many weird situations in his life, ranging from witnessing Hyuck running out of the apartment building in nothing but his underwear at 2am due to a faulty fire alarm to Jisung dropping all 4 dozen eggs on the carpet right before the landlord came to inspect their housing situation.

But never did he expect to get a call from his ex best friend from middle school, 2am on a Saturday night.

He hesitated at first, his fingers hovering over the green button on his phone. His heart slowly picked up speed as he eventually decided to answer.

He didn't exactly know why his hands started to get clammy as he held his phone to his ear waiting for you to speak. Despite the title of "ex best friend", the two of you never ended your friendship on bad terms, nor did you exclusively end the friendship at all.

The two of you initially became friends in fifth grade when your teacher had sat you together at the back of the classroom for talking too much, though they soon realised their mistake as you passed each other very artistic doodles of each other and failed to contain your laughter.

Your friendship continued all throughout middle school however as you ended up in different classes, lunchtimes that were once spent together playing tag grew into him playing basketball and you settled down on the school's courtyard with the friends that you had made during class.

The occasional waves and hellos in the corridors during high school turned into awkward glances and eventually disinterest in one another.

Though it wouldn't exactly be a lie if Chenle said that he didn't miss your lively presence at times, maybe when he came across your doodles as he cleared his desk out for the first time since primary school or when he accidentally came across your contact page instead of someone else.

He could hear blaring music from the other end of the line, almost a little too loud for his liking as he held his phone further from his ear than usual. Though there was only the sound of the cheering crowd and a lack of your voice.

Maybe you had buttdialled him by accident? It was something that he did a bit more frequently than he should or maybe your voice was overwhelmed by whatever was happening at the club.

"Hello?" He had spoken up cautiously, turning off his computer game.

There was no response for a few seconds, almost proving his butt dialling theory. Almost.

"I want my best friend back." Your voice suddenly spoke, the silence lingering between the phone lines once again. The words which were stubbornly stuck at the tip of your tongue, graciously falling like a rapid stream.

"I miss talking to you everyday about the stupidest thing, I hate how this was how our friendship became. I hate how I used to tell you everything but I felt like I can't even say hello anymore. I miss everything about us."

Chenle sat silently on the edge of his bed, taking in your abrupt confession. There was a feeling of relief in his chest, as butterflies fluttered around his stomach.

You also felt the same way.

"Y/n, are you drunk?"

"No of course not!" You slurred before muttering, "Maybe…"

Chenle rolled his eyes, "Y/n where are you?"

"Not gonna lie to you, I have no clue." You replied, a laughter bubbling up in your throat, "I think we're at the new JYP club? Why? Are you going to pick me up?"

"How are you going to get home otherwise?"

An infectious laughter escaped his lips as your voice disappeared from the other end once again, he could imagine the pout you had always held with him. Your eyebrows slightly narrowed, your cute little nose scrunched up and your bottom lip partly jutted out.

It was a facial expression that he was used to seeing, most definitely due to his hobby of teasing you every other second. But how could he not? Not when everything you did seemed so loveable in his eyes.

Not that he ever admitted it or ever planned to admit that to your face.

The feelings he harboured for you oftentimes felt like a game, the one with the never ending story arcs, new characters appearing in every version and eventually discontinued, leaving all the players in desperation for any news for a renewal or an update at the least.

But who knew that the game he had been waiting for since middle school would be randomly updated on a Saturday night with the starting dialogue of:

"Chenle, I really want McDonald's. Can I please get a happy meal?"

Yeah. Not him, that's for sure.

l♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎l

Chenle didn't exactly know what he was doing, nor did his roommates when he told them he was heading out in the middle of the night without any explanations.

"I'll explain later," He sighed, grabbing the car keys and his bucket hat from the coffee table avoiding the suspicious glances from Jaemin.

He should've figured that the resident night owl would be up at this time of night, and definitely should've expected his motherly instincts to kick in, causing him to wake up the rest of his roommates to bombard his phone with concerned messages.

He drove down the empty streets of the city, the old Lauv songs playing on the aux with the occasional text notifications from his friends. He really considered putting his phone on silent or better yet, blocking their asses for interrupting his playlist every few seconds. But he resisted, taking a deep breath in.

Focus. The faster you get there, the faster you'll know she's safe.

Much to his relief, you stood outside of the club's entrance in one piece, tentatively glancing between your phone and the incoming cars pulling up in front.

You had gotten prettier since the last time he had met you, losing most of your baby fat on your cheeks and the long hair that was once tied back into a ponytail was let loose to sway against your back. Though, your smile remained the same from high school, the type of warmth which reached the eyes. It was always one of his favourite features about you.

It was pretty, as it always was.

But who was he kidding, you were always breathtaking in his eyes. Never failing to make his heart trip and tumble around the inside of his chest whenever you giggled at his stupid antics.

So when he met your twinkling eyes as he got out of his car, it felt like his middle school days all over again. You running up to greet him with that captivating smile of yours that he grew to love, with his damn heart threatening to spill out of his chest.

Pulling him into a tight hug, you buried your face into the nape of his neck, "You actually came."

"I did."

As the two of you stood in the middle of the road entangled in each other's arms, it felt as if time had paused for you. The booming music from inside the club was muffled, the street lights paving through the darkness and illuminating your figures.

It was like everything had fallen back into place, just like before. When it was only you and him, Y/N and Chenle. The main characters of this nameless series of this prolonged game. The game where the male protagonist was pathetically in love with his best friend with no hopes left of her ever reciprocating it back.

But perhaps it was the fact that he was running on four hours of sleep the night before or perhaps it was the nervousness of reuniting with you again that was kicking in but as your body clung onto his, he swore that he could feel a faint quickening heartbeat that rivalled his own.

And maybe, just maybe, the waiting game wasn't so bad after all.

taglist: @xxxx-23nct @maeumiluv @produmads @polarisjisung @wooyoung-a @w3bqrl

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rainestorm05 · 23 days

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Ramshackle Origins Perditions/Head canons

First up, the somewhat easy one, Stone: Since us doodle followers for the Ramshackle fandom, we already know about Stone's sister Avrill. Knowing that our boy was from a rich family, I can guest two causes on what I think became his downfall to the streets. The first one being they lost their parents at a young age, giving big sister all the inherited money to spoil rotten. Leaving Stone resenting both her and the rich assholes he had to deal with for most of his life. And since he probably had no one else to talk about his problems, he resulted in one of adult's common solutions to cope; alcoholism. My guess is that during his drunken state, he did something so ridiculously embarrassing, Av disowned him into the streets to save her and the family's public image. Or two, parents never died and just favored Avrill more for probably being more sociable. And instead of being somewhat good parents and teach their son the ropes, they just expect him be like that and be disappointed when he fails. Same outcome would happen, only the parents diched him in the streets.

Next, the golden retriever incarnated, Skipp: I like to think his parents were good people who loved him very much, however, unfortunate circumstances happened. Mom was a sweet town baker until dying from childbirth, and dad was a kind and musician dreamer who tried to raise him as best he could but couldn't financially do it in the end and had to give Skipp to an orphanage for a better chance in life. Unknown to him at the time, that place became his son's number one hell until he met Vinnie, who both decided to take their chances at the streets knowing they're not wanted, and no one wants to adopt them.

Lastly, Vinnie, the goblin leader: Judging by her natural chaotic nature to scam as much people as she can, I like to think either both or one of her parents are wanted criminals. Why they gave her up? Either they didn't want their kid out on the run with them for all her life and wanted her to have a better life, or they got her by accident, and didn't want any parent responsibilities to distract them from their heists.

If I get right in any of these for the show's futures, then yippee! If not, then all when, I just did this for fun.

#ramshackle #zeddyzi #headcanon

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cinistrs · 1 year

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a little piece of the night. (kavehxgn!reader)

a/n: literally don't know what got into me. i just felt like writing and things turned... hm, domestic? it's probably bc i'm tired lol.

Once, when watching him from a distance, from your expectations and your fantasy, you had expected Kaveh’s hands to be soft. You pictured the softness of flower petals against your lips as he smiled, thinking that his presence would bring a warmth that could only be compared with the sun.

Instead, the first thing you notice is that his calloused hands are cold.

Kaveh stumbles slightly in the cobblestone street, his red eyes dazed, probably due to his intoxicated state. He holds your hand firmly, and chuckles softly as he calls your name with a sing-song.

“Where are we going, my dear?” He asks.

“Home,” you say.

“Home?” he repeats, and for a second, all his drunken happiness vanishes. “Ugh, please, no. Alhaitham will say something annoying like, oh, so you have money to get wasted but not to get yourself out of debt”

(You make a note not to comment on his predicament, since it seems he doesn’t notice either.)

“He talks to me in such a condescending way, almost like he doesn’t care that I’m his senior!” His pretty lips form a pout as he closes his eyes, probably picturing the scenario. It seems that he doesn’t like the mental image, because his nose scrunches. “Oh, please spare me the headache, dearest,” he says as he pulls your hand close to his face and plants a kiss on your knuckles. “Take me somewhere else, I’m no stranger to night walks. Also, wouldn’t that be romantic?”

So you drag him to the little park that’s a couple streets from your place, which is deserted at this hour. Even inebriated, Kaveh is the genius everyone talks about, after all, and he makes sure the conversation doesn’t falter. He tells you about his latest ideas and when his rambling gets too intense to grasp it with words, he pulls out a pen from his pocket to draw diagrams in his hands. He tells you about his progress with the arts, and that’s how you end up doodling a padisarah in his palm with the best of your abilities.

Whatever you think of the result, it vanishes as you see his eyes light up with your drawing.

“Oh, you’re so adorable,” he says, “allow me to return the gift” and then he snatches the pen from you. Before you realise, there’s a floral garden blooming in your hand as he paints with confident strokes. It is only a simple pen, the cheapest mass produced kind from Fontaine, but it’s the artist before you the one that brings it to life on your skin.

“What do you think?” He asks, and it’s probably the way he shines under the moonlight, cheeks flushed from the cold and the alcohol that led you to act impulsively, out of your mind. It’s the moon, you tell yourself, as you grab his shirt and meet his lips, the garden blooming from your hands to your heart.

—

Kaveh lets out a little gasp and shivers, and you notice that the cold wind of the night played a part. You mumble an apology as you pull your hand away from the hot skin of his back. “Please, use my jacket” you tell him, already sliding the fabric off your shoulders.

“B-but…” he seems a bit taken aback by the sudden change, his lips swollen and pupils still dilated. You wrap the piece of clothing around his shoulders for good measure. “—what about you?” he says, “I can’t let you go like this while I wear your jacket”

“My place is near, and you’re seriously underdressed.”

“But—”

“No. If you want to return the favour…” you pretend you think about it, and smile. “Please come stay at my place tonight and have a coffee with me. Or tea. Whatever you want.”

Kaveh seems ready to keep protesting even if his face burns at your words, so you shut him up with another kiss. That works. His hands are still a little cold as you drag him to your home.

Despite all the heated kisses you shared, the first thing you do as you close the door is make Kaveh put on some clothes. There's a cotton shirt that fits him, and some old pajama pants so he can rest on a more comfortable outfit. You sit next to him on the sofa as you wait for the kettle. Kaveh immediately rests his head on your shoulder, and you stay like that until the water boils. Then it’s the both of you chatting with warm drinks and lots of paper scattered over the table as you begin drawing whatever comes up with conversation.

Kaveh falls asleep the moment you touch the bed. He pretends he isn’t tired, but you can tell. He tries to keep up the facade, but you wrap him in your arms and his body relaxes in your touch. Content, you kiss his forehead and close your eyes.

His breathing is steady, and his calloused hands finally warm.

can you believe writing this led me to learn that bic pencils are actually from france? (i just typed fontaine bc they're modern and then i got curious. bang! i made life-accurate ballpoint pens for teyvat?!)

#kaveh #kaveh x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #anyways #kaveh deserves love #and all the nice things #i wish i didn't have genshin burnout bc i miss him #ash writes #kaveh x gn reader #genshin x gn reader

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00127am · 3 months

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signed with love and forever yours, chittapon

postage. ten lee & gn! reader, cursing, mentions of kissing, suggestive themes, mentions of the consumption of alcohol / being drunk, drunken kissing cost to ship. 712 words

is it unromantic to start a letter with the fact that i want to kiss you? because i do. badly. desperately. until my lips are raw and burned red. until i can't stand the pain of it anymore. and even then, i'd still kiss you. over and over and over until i began to crack and bleed. or until my lips went completely numb and i wouldn't be able to taste you on my tongue anymore.

that's my biggest fear. to lose my sense of taste. so that i wouldn't be able to taste you. and the coffee you drink in the morning and your mint toothpaste and the bland flavor of your chapstick. if i wasn't able to taste you anymore, i'm not sure we could make up for it in other ways. you're my favorite, after all. and thinking about it now, when you're not here for me to kiss, is nothing short of torture.

i don't think i can exist another second without kissing you. or touching you. or seeing you. all i can do is close my eyes and picture you and the way my hands would sit on your skin and my lips against your neck. and every time i reach out to grab you, to pull you closer so that i can feel you against me, i'm always grasping at air. i've learned to hate the air. or the solitude. it doesn't feel like you.

do you remember our first kiss? not the one you say is our real first kiss but the actual first one we ever shared. the one at the bar, in front of everyone else who didn't even seem to notice. the one that tasted like gin and shitty soju and you. it was sloppy and drunk. your hand was clutching my sleeve like your life depended on it and i fell off my bar stool trying to kiss you more. it's the kiss that you say was the most unromantic.

i think about it a lot. that kiss. i remember that i sat there after it happened and played it over and over again in my head. trying so hard to remember it when i woke up the next morning with a hangover that nearly killed me. i did remember it. and the feeling of you. but i've replayed it so many times in my head that i've worn the details out. i'd give anything to kiss you again for the first time. to taste you. to hear those pretty sounds you make. i know you don't count it as one of our real kisses. but it's my favorite.

i've been drinking that horrible concoction of gin and soju to try and replicate that kiss. it's not the same. and it makes me miss you. not just your kisses. i miss you. more than anything. more than wanting to kiss you.

about ten's love letters.

ten writes letters in pretty, practiced pose. he takes his time, looping every elongated letter and crossing every t with an elegant swipe of his pen. his words are recklessly chosen, every thought taken straight from his mind and planted directly onto the paper. his letters are intimate and honest, burning you down to your core with every earnestly longing word.

he writes on refined paper, filling pages and margins. he tries to make his notes look as romantic as possible, like the kind they show in movies or the historical dramas you adore ever-so-much. each and every letter is imprinted with a million and one kisses from him (you've watched him do it, slightly irked that he wasn't just kissing you) and sprayed with his cologne. ten often doodles on the envelope and on the back of the paper, silly drawings of you and him or whatever he saw that day that particularly interested him.

he likes it when you read his letters on a call with him. so he can hear every hitch in your breath and that lovesick lilt you have whenever you finish, showering him with affection for each and every sweet word he wrote. though that seems to only make his desperate yearning worse, leading to more letters and more incessant, whiny confessions of love over the phone. though, you wouldn't complain.

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angelbambisworld · 3 months

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Alcohol-Induced Buffoonery

A Gene Simmons(Specifically current Gene because yall know i love that silly old man) x Reader fic

Summary: Y/N returns home to Gene from a party, having gotten a little drunker than intended. Shenanigans ensue. Gets very crackfic-y at times.

Tagging some of my mutuals here: @elrohare @eatinaborgerwitnohoneymustard @starry-eyed-never-satisfied @namelessbutters-doodles

I'm sorry if I forgot anybody. It's hard to keep track of all yall

You wave goodbye to your friend, who was nice enough to drop you off at your house after she noticed you had had one too many drinks at the party you both had attended.

After her car has driven from your line of sight, you make your way up the steps to the front door. You dig around in your coat pockets for your house key and when you do eventually find it, the front door already opens. Standing in the doorway was your boyfriend, Gene.

You give him a big dopey smile and squeal out "GENE!" at the top of your lungs as you wrap your arms around him, squeezing him tightly. Gene immediately shushes you and covers his ears. "Don't yell so loud, I can hear you just fine!"

You stop smiling and look down at your shoes, apologetically. "Shit, my bad."

Gene returns the hug and then asks "So, did you have fun at the party?"

Your wide smile returned again. "Yeah, I had fun." The wind picks up and blows in your general direction as you shudder from the cold. Gene takes you by the hand and leads you into the house.

The world around you is spinning a little as you and Gene sit down on the couch in the living room together. Kinda like clothes in a washing machine. You laugh out loud at the thought of it. Gene raises an eyebrow. "What's funny?"

You shake your head. "Nothing!"

Then you let out a hiccup. Then another. Then another. Then another. Then another. Your face turns red as you cover your face with your hands, utterly embarrassed. Gene can't help but chuckle at your cuteness, which only made your face go redder. "D- *hic* Don't laugh at *hic* me! I *hic* can't help it!"

*I know, sweetheart, I know." Gene says as he cards his fingers through your hair. "Do you want me to get you some water?"

You shake your head and try to get up to go get yourself some water. Only to bang your leg on the coffee table and fall back on the couch, thanks to your shitty balance. " *hic* Ow! *hic* ".

You try to get up again but Gene stops you. "Let me get you something to drink."

"I'm *hic* fine!" you protest. "It didn't even *hic* hurt that bad!"

"It sure looked like it did." Gene said as he walked into the kitchen.

Pouting, you stumble into the kitchen where Gene has finished pouring you a glass of water. He handed it to you and said"Go sit back down on the couch."

"No!" you whined, stomping your foot a little for emphasis. Gene rolled his eyes, slightly amused by your childish behavior. "Do you want me to fix you (Favorite Food) while I'm in the kitchen?"

You paused at the mention of (Favorite Food). A small little smile crept up on your lips as you said "Maaaaaybeeeee."

Gene nodded. "Go sit down on the couch and I'll bring it to you."

You shook your head. "No, I wanna stay *hic* here with you."

Gene didn't feel like arguing with you, so he pulled a chair for you to sit in while you watched him cook. You looked at your leg on where you banged it on the coffee table. There was a dark blue splotchy bruise there, which you stupidly poked. "OW!"

Gene turned to look at you, startled by your sudden yelp. He noticed the bruise on your leg and bent down to your level to inspect it. ((LOL Dr Love to the rescue!))

"Hmmmm...I think we're gonna have to amputate your leg."

You let out a horrified wail that was quickly broken up by more drunken hiccups. Gene immediately burst out laughing at your reaction. "I'm just messing with you, you're fine!"

"You can't cut off my *hic* leg, how am I gonna walk?!"

"Y/N, I was joking."

"How *hic* am I gonna live?!"

"It was a joke!"

"How are we gonna *hic* fuck?!"

That last sentence sent Gene into another fit of laughter. "Y/N, you are gonna be just fine. Don't worry about it."

Gene went back to cooking (Your favorite food) as you shook your head. How dare your beloved boyfriend fool you like that!

At least your hiccups were slowly coming to an end. Anyways, now that you had mentioned fucking, you were starting to feel a little...naughty, to say the very least.

Your eyes wandered all the way down to Gene's backside. You always joked that out of all the members of KISS, Gene's ass was definitely the fattest(and it was). That's when you got an idea.

You got up from your chair and raised your hand as high in the air as you get it and-

SMACK!

Gene immediately flinched once your hand made contact with his bottom. He turned around to look at you, blushing and eyes wide with surprise. "Did you just hit me?"

"It jiggled when I hit it."

You gave Gene's asscheek a squeeze and then another smack, this time a little softer. You look up at the stove top. "Is the (favorite food) done yet?"

Gene turned his attention back to the food. "Almost."

"Why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food?"

Gene looked at you and pondered if perhaps he was having a stroke. "What did you just say?"

You laughed. "It's a meme, you wouldn't get it."

"I guess not."

You wrapped your arms around Gene and slipped a hand under his shirt as he continued cooking. You started groping his plump man tits™️ .

"Goddamn, grandpa," you said out loud. "You got a nice pair of tits for an old man."

At this point, Gene was getting rather fed up with your shenanigans. "Go sit down on the couch and I'll bring you your food."

"Why are your boobs so big anyway?"

"They're not boobs!"

"Do you have to wear a bra when you go on stage?"

"Y/N, go sit the fuck down!"

Annoyed, you sat back down in your chair. "No, I meant in the living room."

You looked at the distance between where you sat and the couch in the living room. You decided that it wasn't worth the energy. "Noooo, I don't really feel like it."

You tried to scoot yourself into the living room while you were still sitting in your chair but you didn't get very far. "Get off your lazy ass and go sit in the living room."

You let out an overdramatic groan and stood up. "FIIIIIIIINE!"

You set up a tray in front of yourself as you waited for Gene to come back. Gene walked in with (Your favorite food) which you immediately devoured.

After that, you decided to take a shower. Gene insisted on taking one with you. "God only knows what would happen if I left you unattended in the bathroom."

In fact,Gene had to help you wash yourself since you were too busy staring at his glorious man tits™️ again

"Did you think I took you to a doctor and asked them to give you bigger boobs, they'd do it?" you pondered as Gene washed your hair.

Gene stuck you under the shower head as the shampoo ran down your hair, body, and into the drain. "I think they would lock you up in an insane asylum and leave you there."

You laughed. "That's fair."

After you both showered, you got dressed for bed and turned in for the night. Gene kissed you on the forehead. "Goodnight, Y/N. You're clearly insane and a pain in the ass, but you're my pain in the ass. I love you."

You tried to kiss him on the forehead back but missed and ended up kissing him on his left eyeball. "I love you, pookie bear."

The next day you woke up with the mother of all hangovers. But luckily Dr Love was there to tend to you until you were well again.

#kiss #kiss band #kissblr #kiss army #gene simmons #pookie bear #celebrity crush #this is my first time writing a fic #so im sorry if gene seems out of character here #gene simmons x reader #if yall want more let me know #kiss fanfiction #kiss x reader #crack fic #kiss crackfic

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ramseysdumbsketchbook · 5 months

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*goblin noises*

#sketch #my art #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #oc #impsona #have my drunken doodles

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the0verboss · 2 years

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Drunken sea shanties.

I’m tryin my to loosen up and like go with the flow but this is so messy I’m almost dying….I’m also not good at curls so I’m def gonna have to practice doodling frenchie more.

#Lucius spriggs #izzy hands #frenchie ofmd #nathan foad #con oneill #con o'neill #joel fry #ofmd #ofmd fanart #our flag means death #my art

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ghostykapi · 2 years

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no label [so when will we be together?]

dahyun & fem!reader // angst + fluff

did you know that in every twice album I get, she's always one of my pulls in my photocards. I love her but damn girl let me have a chaeyoung PC plEASEEEE

in almost each aspect from your life she was there. no matter where you went, she followed you like a lost soul to its faith. she would show up to your shows with a smile blinding your eyes everytime. even showing up at 3 am infront of your door, with a bag full of your favorite food, to the way she stares at you when you laugh with a pull on her heart.

it was also no secret that you had reciprocated her love. you don't even try to hide it in your eyes and actions. you may look intimidating to any stranger that meets you, but to her, you sit there in her life as her teddy bear that's ready to keep her safe in your arms. you've become her safe escape when her eyes hurt from the camera flashes as she became your taste of excitement in your patterned days.

"but that's just it" momo tells you in a late night drinking session with nayeon and chaeyoung "that's all you guys are, if you none of you put up a label!"

yeah. that's just it.

you aren't even her lover, aka in other words, you guys don't even have a label.

"look" you start, the tipsiness seeping in from your 3rd drink "i'm content with my relationship with her-"

"-that i don't see why i should ruin it blah blah blah" chaeyoung whines from the couch, her hand mindlessly doodling on nayeon's arm "just get it on already dude! how many times do i have to convince you that my bro is smitten by you"

"it's true, she gets too happy every time she comes to practice after a night out with you" nayeon also complains "what's stopping you?"

you don't answer them, seemingly lost in thought after asked the question. what is stopping you from asking her? what's pulling you back to being together with her?

you don't know really, why you won't pursue?

"I don't know" you're tipsy smile leaving them baffled "she's in my life already, what more does a woman like me want?"

her love, that's all you want

"it's always better to know" momo sighs as she pours another one for the both of you "you know this the most don't you?"

you did know that, each passing day after every what if popping in your mind reminds you that. it's better to live in experience, not in regret

and so in drunken thought, maybe this is the time you would do it. the time you would confess to her to finally start at something, even if the outcome can hurt you or embrace you

and so for the next few weeks you meticulously plan out your confession to her. it didn't need to be a big one, remembering that she values her private life and being low-key. all you had to do was to confess to her in one of your late night outings with just the two of you

you started out hopeful at first when the opportunities came, but always chickened out last minute due to nerves or the universe seemingly stopping your confession before it even starts.

you try to confess in a late night fast food run, but getting interrupted by her members spamming your phones to get some for them as well. you try to confess in a stay in home hangout at her place, but getting interrupted by the resident dogs (read: butter specifically) running up to you and distracting you both before you realise it. you even just try to confess when you were both walking home after a movie, but the rain stopping you from even letting her know.

each slip was starting to get to you and you didn't need the extra nerves to ruin your already nervous self. still you tried to push for it tonight, one last attempt at telling her how you feel in a party.

you had a few shots in you to keep you hyped, supplied by jihyo who was too eager to drink after a stressful week, and was ready to make the move.

you just didn't expect when you called out her name, you felt your words die out in your throat as you saw her kissing a man in the back of the club.

it was a random guy that was flirting with her from the club but what took it out of you was the way she held him, as if to say "I got you, nobody else but you". suddenly you drop the necklace you wanted to give her and everything was on autopilot

you made eye contact with her before turning away, telling her members that you were going to go first and immediately running out the door, not hearing the faint calls from dahyun. feeling the fresh tears finally set free had made the image solidified in you head. not even the comfort of instant ramen helping your mood leaving you ruined for the night

the following days you didn't reach out to any of them despite the amount of missed calls you had recieved. you had even started to leave your phone at home so when you went to work it didn't distrub you.

you didn't know what to do with your broken heart, even as weeks started to roll out. this led you through sleepless nights if questioning your relationship with her and long days of just merely existing through life with no purpose to properly live

it wasn't until you found yourself crying again in your home when you heard the front door knock. you didn't know who on earth would visit you at midnight on a weekday, so you didn't think about it much as you stood up, wiped your tears away and opened the door.

wiping the tears away proved to be useless as you felt more run down your face. stood before you was dahyun and by the universe she still looked as beautiful and enchanting as you remember her.

"y/n" she softly murmured as she tried to wipe away your onslaught of tears, feeling her heart break more when you couldn't seem to stop crying "y/n/n"

you didn't know what gave up first from your body, but it didn't matter when she immediately went forward and caught you, letting you cry over her shoulder. she had brought you over to your room and into your bed letting the moonlight be her guide as she didn't bother turning on the lights. she didn't plan on letting go of you once and had been whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down.

it took a while for you to finally be reduced to sniffles but you couldn't even pull away to face her. not when you know that when you do, you would feel your heart's remaining pieces turn into burnt ashes.

"I hate it when you cry" dahyun whispers, her fingers combing through your hair to keep you call "I hate it even more when I know I'm the cause"

your heart stills at the statement. had she finally caught on? had she finally come to a realization that her best friend was in love with her and she wants nothing to do with it to you? you don't know, but all you know is that your scared and because of it you couldn't help but whisper to her—

"—'m sorry I fell in love with you"

her hand stops and suddenly you feel your wildest fears come true in your head. you had done it, but at what cost? you bet that she hates you now, especially now that you finally admitted it out loud. she probably doesn't want to even be near you at all. oh god do you have to move countries now? now that you finally ruined your life here in korea? where would you even go without remembering her in every flower you see and every book you read and every music you ever hear and-

"I'm so stupid" dahyun cuts of your inner turmoil and brings her hand up to your face, wiping away any remnants of your tears "I shouldn't have doubted your love for me, not when I saw that glint in your eyes"

you can't help but melt under her loving gaze and scattered kisses on your face, as if she's trying to make up for the biggest fuck up in her life.

"I don't" your voice rasps, barely audible from too much crying for the past weeks "I don't understand"

dahyun gives you a sad smile before explaining "when you left that night, I didn't realize what I have done. only figuring it out when chaeyoung had scolded me when she saw you run away and you dropped that necklace for me. it scared me so much when you didn't respond back to me or any of the girls. it made me realize what I had with you was special, it was everything I always wanted with a soulmate."

you can't help but feel a few more tears slip out your eyes and her quickly wiping them away. her heart breaking the entire time she tried to get the remaining words out

"and when tzuyu saw you at your job? she said that you looked like you had lost everything and there wasn't a spark in your eyes anymore. that's when I decided to just come here to you, no matter what"

damnit you tall yoda why did you rat me out like that

"i didn't want to lose you" she whispered as you let your foreheads touch, the moonlight reflecting on her eyes. "forgive me my angel? please let me back in your life, I can't learn to live without loving you again"

you couldn't get any words out due to shock, but you knew you didn't need to. only giving her a kiss to let her know your response to her

"you're such a fool" you whisper to her, and she gives a tearful laugh while you wipe her tears away too

"your fool" she playfully remarked before turning serious "I'll make it up to you my angel, I promise. all the hurt that you deserve, I will do my best to replace it with all the love that I will give"

"hyunnie" you try to start but ending up stoping when you saw that she was actually wearing the necklace you wanted to give to her that night

"no, I shouldn't have done that so don't start" she doesn't let you even continue that thought "just let me love you now, let me love you properly my angel"

that night and for the following nights to come for the rest of your lives, she comes back to your arms with all the love she can give. from whispering in bed to what you mean to her to letting you know how much she loves you in dates and events.

the members even threw a celebration when you both finally came over together for a movie night in her dorm, hand in hand. it had made them happy that you both were back together (and now as a couple!) after weeks of hurting on both ends. (don't tell anyone but jihyo and sana cried the most when you both showed up together and realized that yes you're both finally a couple)

she had stayed true to her promise, and you couldn't feel more loved than before. she had mended your heart back together and brought a new kind of spark in your eyes, only set in for her.

you just hope that she would love the ring you got her on your 4th anniversary

#twice imagines #twice reactions #twice senarios #twice x reader #kim dahyun #kim dahyun imagines #kim dahyun reactions #kim dahyun scenarios #twice fluff #twice angst #twice imagine

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beefromanoff · 9 months

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Going Under Ch. 12

summary: two days later...some ish goes down and Bucky's protective side comes out

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: think twice - eve 6

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: this is a long one, enjoy! setting up for lots of fun!

chapter list/links - xo

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The air was cold, the crisp breeze making it clear that fall had washed over New York City, with winter just behind it.

Bucky had woken up earlier than usual and decided to go on his latte run alone. Sometimes he would wait in his hotel room for his phone to buzz, alerting him that Gianna had woken up for the day. They’d meet in the hall and trek to the nearest cafe together. Other times, he would anticipate her needing caffeine immediately upon waking up, usually the morning after travel days, and venture out to get it on his own. He loved her company, but something about the surprise and adoration on her face when she opened the door to see him in the morning that made him almost prefer solo runs. Almost.

He strode down the sidewalk, emptier than usual with the early hour.

The last night hadn’t brought the clarity he’d hoped for, but strangely, Bucky didn’t mind. The game night at Avengers’ Tower was the day before last, and as much as he’d hoped to address the kiss with Gianna - not having the conversation prevented her from possibly calling it a drunken mistake. He was fine with that, choosing to live in the unknown for a few more blissful hours.

The bell dinged over his head as Bucky strode into the corner coffee shop, the familiar scent filling the air. There wasn’t a line, so he stepped straight to the counter and ordered their usuals to-go. The barista eyed him for a second longer than usual, and his heart began to beat a little quicker. It had been months, maybe even over a year since someone had met him with public scorn. Since the trials and his official pardon, he rarely got more than an occasional dirty look. It didn’t stop the fear from creeping back up whenever he felt himself being recognized.

“Here you go, sir.” The barista smiled warmly as she slid the drink carrier across the counter, the two hot beverages sitting across from each other.

Bucky nodded. “Thanks.”

As he turned the corner to walk back towards the hotel, he glanced down at the drinks and quickly realized why the barista’s eyes were lingering on him.

In loopy cursive letters, the barista had scrawled “Bucky” on his cup and “Gianna” on hers, although he was certain he hadn’t given his name, let alone Gianna’s. There was even a tiny heart doodled next to Gianna’s name in thick sharpie. Bucky thought back to all the posts he’d seen online, with dozens of photos of the two of them in various cafes across the country.

He’d even seen a few posts from baristas who’d served them, each giving their own recollection of how the pop star had interacted with her bodyguard. Some embellished, some made up entirely. One particularly shocking one alleged that Gianna had been wearing an engagement ring and that they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other the whole time they’d been inside the Starbucks. Gianna had laughed it off and assured him people make these things up all the time. It didn’t seem to bother her, so Bucky let it go.

A vibration in his pocket snapped Bucky to reality.

He slid the phone out of his jeans and saw Gianna’s contact photo across the screen. He tried not to be disappointed he wouldn’t get to wake her up, but picked up his pace anyways, not wanting the coffee to get cold. He clicked answer as he continued back in her direction.

“Good m-”

“Bucky!” Gianna didn’t wait for his greeting before hissing into the phone, her voice a sharp whisper.

“What’s wrong?” His tone changed immediately.

“Someone is here. Outside my door. I - I thought it was you, now they know I’m in here.” She fumbled with her words, still trying to be quiet.

“Gianna, calm down, I’m on my way. Tell me exactly what happened. Is it a fan?”

Bucky was all but running now.

“No, no, I don’t think so. They were pounding on the door, I thought it was you, I should have looked, ugh!”

“Gianna, focus, please tell me what happened.”

“I opened the door, it was two men, I was still half asleep but as soon as I saw it wasn’t you I slammed the door shut. They tried to stop it, force the door open but I panicked. I threw myself against the door and it shut, I locked the deadbolt but they’re still outside. I don’t know what to do-”

Bucky heard a muffled pounding on her door through the phone.

“Bucky, please hurry,” Her voice cracked.

The lattes fell to the ground. Bucky started running.

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GIANNA

I don’t know how long I sat curled up on the floor beside the bed, as if the king sized bed would somehow thwart whoever the hell stood on the other side of the door.

My head pounded. Going from a deep, contented sleep, dreaming of all things happy - straight to being woken up by a brutal pounding on the door. From there, shock, fear, confusion, and a very sore right arm from throwing myself into the door.

I pulled my knees closer to my chest and laid my head down, willing Bucky to get here faster.

As if my wish had been granted, I heard his voice, so sweet and so familiar.

“Gianna - it’s me. Just me. Can you open the door?”

I heard the edge through his voice, even though I could tell he was trying to be gentle, trying not to scare me. I scrambled to my feet and around the bed, unlocking the deadbolt. He pushed the door in, eyes dark and cold. He looked over my head, scanning the room before laying his eyes on me.

The darkness faded from his eyes and was replaced with concern. He put his hands on my arms and looked straight into my eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I knocked the hell out of my shoulder, Kate won’t be happy with the bruise she’s going to have to cover up.” I said sheepishly.

Bucky didn’t laugh at my feeble attempt at a joke. He wordlessly tugged the sleeve of my t-shirt higher so he could look at my arm. I followed his concerned gaze and saw that my joke wasn’t too far off. The molding of the door was still imprinted on my arm and beginning to purple. Seeing the swollen skin under his fingertips shifted something in me and I felt my throat begin to close.

“Bucky…” My voice caught in my throat as my eyes welled with tears.

He pulled me into his chest, holding my head with one hand and my back with the other. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest, and I knew it wasn’t from running here. His super soldier stamina meant he never got winded. He did, however, get angry. I didn’t want to know what was running through his mind. I didn’t want anything but to stay in this moment, in his arms, the only place I seemed to feel safe anymore.

We stood like that for several moments before I pulled back, collecting myself with a shuddering breath. This time it was Bucky’s attempt to lighten the mood.

“I dropped our coffees on the sidewalk.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I appreciate the prioritization. Although I could go for some caffeine right about now.”

“That can be arranged.” He gave me a half smile that made my heart race for the second reason this morning. “Why don’t you shower and I’ll do some damage control.”

I nodded, taking the hint that he didn’t want me to overhear all the details of whatever call he was about to make. Before I shut the door to the bathroom, I turned and wrapped my arms around him again.

“Thank you.” I muttered, mostly into the fabric of his sweatshirt.

He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, and I swear the world stopped spinning for a minute.

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I stepped back into the hotel room, cool air wafting over me in sharp contrast to the steam-filled bathroom. Tousling my hair dry, I heard a flurry of activity waiting for me as I rounded the corner.

“Gianna, sweetie! Are you okay?” Kate rushed over to me, enveloping me in a warm, albeit tight hug. Tom followed closely behind her, his silver brows furrowed in concern.

“I’m good, swear. I shouldn’t have opened the door, I wasn’t even thinking.” I shook my head, looking down at my feet.

“No, sweetie, you shouldn’t have to worry about maniacs banging on your hotel room door at 7am! Don’t worry - Mr. Barnes has it all under control.” Kate frowned. “Mr. Barnes? Sergeant Barnes?”

Bucky looked up from his phone conversation. “Bucky.”

“Gianna, can you sit for a second? We want to have your arm looked at.” Tom gestured to the bed, where a familiar face was standing in a gray set of scrubs with Stark Industries printed on the lapel.

“Long time, no see.” The woman smiled.

“Less fun circumstances this time.” I smiled back, assuming Bucky had called the rest of the team.

I sat on the edge of the bed and tugged my sweatshirt back over my head, thankful I’d put a tank top underneath the sweatshirt, given that the room was full of people. She began examining my right arm, fingers grazing over the bruise. Not wanting to cry again, I chose not to look down. It wasn’t so much the pain as it was the sobering reality of the situation. Seeing Kate and Tom’s expressions confirmed my decision not to look. I could only imagine the bruising had gotten worse over the past half hour.

Tom snapped back into work mode. “Alright, Bucky spoke with the manager of the hotel and she’s pulling all the security footage for this morning. There’s a police officer on their way to take your statement and cross reference the footage against any active crime reports.”

“I’ll send it to Tony, he’ll have them identified before the officer can even get back to the station.” Bucky chimed in.

Tom nodded, but didn’t address him. “Right. Okay. I called the record label and they approved additional funding for security in the lobby. From now on, we’ll secure the premises of every place we’re staying and restrict it to guests only. I’d suggest we put out a statement, get ahead of the situation a little. There’s already a slight buzz online.”

I looked up at him. “What? How? There’s been no scene, no paparazzi, and this only happened like an hour ago?”

Tom passed me my phone. Swiping past all the notifications, I went on social media to see my name beginning to trend. I saw photos of several police cars outside my hotel, and a small crowd formed around the entrance. The bad thing about multi-night tours in one city, word travels very quickly about where we stay. I scrolled again to see something appearing to be unrelated, but it caught my eye.

It was a photo taken from behind the counter of a coffee shop, in front of dozens of syrups and whipped toppings. Two cardboard coffee cups had been positioned side by side, with “Bucky” written across one and “Gianna” scrawled across the other in girly writing.

The caption said: ‘guess who’s coffee I got to make today! #fangirling’

I smiled, picturing Bucky walking the streets of New York holding a coffee cup featuring my name with a heart written across it.

“I think we should cancel the show tonight.” I didn’t have to look up to know who they idea came from.

“Well, I don’t think that would be necess-” Tom started to protest.

“This is the second time someone has made an attempt to get to Gianna on this tour. We’re not talking giddy teenage girls here, these are grown men, dressed in tactical gear. We have to assume they’re not looking for an autograph.” Bucky said, his voice low.

I winced at the implication. Tom wrung his hands, the side of him that was concerned for me warring with the side that was concerned for the nightmare of canceling one of the biggest stops on our tour.

“I don’t want to cancel.” Everyone turned to look at me. “I don’t want to call off the show.”

Bucky opened his mouth to argue but I cut him off.

“If we do, I’ll just sit here all day and worry and make myself sick. I want to keep busy. I don’t want to disappoint the fans, I don’t want to cause concern over something that almost happened. Plus, that’s why I have you.” I smiled at Bucky, doing my best attempt at puppy eyes.

He scowled, not loving the idea but considering it anyway.

“Fine. If you don’t have any serious bruising, and we don’t find anything of concern between now and tonight, the show can stay on.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and know Tom did the same. Canceling tonight’s show would have caused him a logistical nightmare.

“But,” Bucky spoke again, a warning in his tone. “I want the entire venue swept beforehand. I want decoy cars driving to the venue in ten minute increments for the hour leading up to the show. I want double security here and at the venue. Get metal detectors at every entrance, including the service entrance. I want a personal report from anyone on the security team that sees anything out of the ordinary at all, and if I decide, at any point, that it’s no longer safe, I’m taking Gianna and we’re canceling the rest of this goddamn tour. Are we clear?”

Tom swallowed. The room had gone silent, even the nurse looking at Bucky. I’d never seen him so intense, so…commanding. In any other circumstance, I’d have found it wildly attractive. Given the circumstances, I just felt grateful to have him here.

“Yes, uh, yes that sounds good. I’ll go make a few calls.” Tom scurried from the room with Kate trailing behind, still in her robe.

“Sweetie, call me if you need anything, I’ll be just down the hall.” She blew me a kiss as she followed my manager out the door.

“Alright, it doesn’t look like you did too much damage.” The nurse spoke up, reaching into her bag. “Just a deep bruise. We have a steroid injection that’s still in beta stage, but it’s been clearing all tests with flying colors. If you want to try it, it’s been showing expedited healing up to 400%.”

“After last night, I’ll take anything Tony Stark manufactured. That IV was literal magic.”

“Are there any side effects?” Bucky interjected, eyeing the nurse. I opened my mouth to protest, but realized that if anyone had the right to be wary of experimental injections, it was him.

“Only mild burning at the injection site, but it usually goes away after ten or so minutes.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, thinking, before turning to look at me. “It’s your call. I doubt Stark would offer it if he had any concerns.”

I turned to the nurse and nodded. She pulled an antibacterial wipe from her bag and began to wipe my shoulder, sterilizing the injection site.

“Okay, you might feel a little pinch.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. The little pinch was no big deal, but the mild burning was a slight understatement. The skin around my shoulder lit up as if someone was putting a cigarette out on my skin. I sucked a breath in through my nose, willing myself to keep it together.

“Looks like it’s working already.” The nurse marveled.

I opened my eyes and followed her gaze down to my shoulder. The burning sensation dulled as I realized she was right. The purple coloring forming on my arm was actively fading to a green, even yellow around the edges. It was literally healing as it formed, right in front of my eyes.

“I have got to send Tony Stark a thank you note,” I breathed.

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Several hours later, the room had cleared out, and only Bucky and Gianna remained. The police officer had come and asked a barrage of questions, only leaving at Bucky’s firm reminder that Gianna needed to rest before the show. Then the security team had come up for a debriefing from Bucky, who snapped back into the intensity Gianna witnessed earlier. This time, with the shock of the morning having subsided slightly, she could fully appreciate the way he took control.

His eyes would darken when he spoke, every word punctuated with intensity. His jaw was clenched, making it even sharper than usual. He had a no-nonsense air about him that reminded Gianna of when they first met, before he’d begun to reveal his more playful side to her. This was a new level of protective, even for him.

Gianna’s heart fluttered as she realized all of this was for her. Not in a “oh, all this fuss for little ‘ol me” kind of way. In the way that every time Bucky clenched his fist in anger, it was for her. Every time he gave a command, it was to protect her. Every move he was making, every thought running through his head today…it was all for her.

Gianna blushed, ashamed of her selfish thoughts during this intense moment. Luckily, Bucky had his back turned to her, talking to who she assumed was Steve on the phone.

She was thankful for the quiet after the endless stream of people in and out. They only had another hour and a half until the inevitable call for soundcheck would come, and Gianna assumed they’d need to leave even earlier with the extra security precautions in place. She sighed, leaning back on her forearms.

“You okay?” Bucky tucked the phone into his pocket and strode over to the edge of the bed, where Gianna sat.

“Yeah, just…overwhelmed I guess.”

“It’s uh…been an overwhelming day.”

“Yeah…” She breathed, eyes seeming to glaze over as she continued to process it all.

“Are you sure you want to perform tonight? I think people would understand if you canceled, given the circumstances.”

“No, no, I’m sure. I’m already getting stir crazy in this hotel room, I need to get my mind off of things.” Gianna sat up straight. “If I stay here, I’ll just start spiraling, thinking about those men and what they wanted, and what would have happened if you hadn’t come back and -”

Bucky’s brow furrowed as he heard the ever so slight break in her voice.

“Hey,” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. It had air dried, showing the natural waves that he was always partial to. “Don’t think like that, okay? I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.”

Gianna looked up at Bucky with watery eyes. She tried so hard to be tough and funny and low-maintenance about everything, but he could tell the recent events were bringing her close to a breaking point.

“I mean it. I’m in it for the long haul, G. Whether we stay on this tour or not. I go wherever you go.”

Bucky’s words hung in the air between them for a moment. Taking a deep breath, Gianna laid her head down on Bucky’s shoulder.

“What if I said I wanted to run? Take a lighter to the sheet music and the lip gloss and those damn sequined outfits?”

Bucky shifted, causing Gianna to lift her head and look over at him. Sitting in his open metal palm was a plain silver Zippo lighter. She looked up and locked eyes with him.

“Then we’d run.”

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #avengers #winter soldier fluff #winter soldier #sebastian stan #winter solider x reader #bodyguard!bucky

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desertrose244 · 1 year

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Anime And Drinks!

'Right, it's YOUR turn!' Her finger lands square between your eyes, yellow sneer so wide it's practically folding her eyepatch in half. She's swaying, or you are, you're not sure. Folding your hands over your lap feels like a victory considering how much coordination you have right now.

Undyne takes your mild obedience as the go ahead. Resting both a palm on each of her knees. She'd fall if she leant any further.

'Truth-' Alphys lets out a light chuckle.

'-or dare?' Undyne finishes.

You draw out a long, dramatic second to rest a finger on your lip. Pout and all. Sans watches you, his eyelights fuzzed out along the edges and grin lazy. Papyrus returns from the kitchen, hovering just behind the couches.

Considering the dares this evening, you answer,

'Truth.' Undyne guffaws,

'You're SUCH a wimp!' You stick your tongue out at her. You sure as shit that Undyne would have made you spar if you picked dare. Would she even pull punches? She's just as drunk as you. A shiver simmers over your back, remembering the feeling of her magic polearm driving into your side.

'Alright, alright,' Undyne finally concedes. Thank god. She pushes off of her knees, draping over the backrest of the couch as she tries to decide what to ask.

She seems to draw a blank and instead just looks to Alphys expectantly. Her girlfriend catches on quick, wild excitement that you weren't used to seeing taking over her features.

'W-Who do you like!?' Alphys shouts out quickly.

You could clap a hand to your face at how childish it feels, but in your drunkenness just laugh loudly. You feel the attention on you, but only one is really standing out. Sans lifts his bottle to his mouth, taking a slow, unaffected drink.

Well... that was an easy question. You're eyes slip to sans' slippers. Was it worth it? The rules are to tell the truth...

Besides you had been looking for an excuse to hint at it all night...

'Sans!' You beam and chuck a thumbs up to really drive it home. With a loud choke, ketchup goes flying out of his mouth. Alphys looks floored, Undyne simply turns to her,

'FUHUHU I TOLD YA'!'

Well that wasn't exactly hinting.

Of course when I do start writing again I'll draw for my fic's scenes more accurately.

I'm looking to do some writing again in the near future! Just some simple fluffy one-shots! I don't really have the expendable time due to uni work at the moment, but for now have a little excerpt and doodle!

#sans undertale #undertale #sans x reader #x reader #undyne #alphys #sans x you #Im definitely a better artist than writer

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zagpi · 3 months

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I am very behind with posting my art on here so here's a new year masterpost!

Firstly, a look at my favourite pieces from last year!

Now for this year, I'm trying to avoid pressuring myself to draw every single day like last year, but also try and at least have it part of my daily habits. Maybe by making materials easier to get at.

Now here's what's been done this year so far!

1- a doodle I did while playing Kotor

2- another doodle, I did this one to explain in simple terms the plot of halo to my babes

3- Sammy stole a piece of pork belly and I made a criminal mugshot sketch of the incident

4-WIP of the Lady Luck, Lando Calrissian's ship from Jedi Outcast

5- drunken x-wing sketch I did at a party!

#draw everyday #new year #sketch #acrylic on canvas #star wars #the lady luck #my cats #kotor #x wing

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pashminalamb · 2 years

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𝕌ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ ℍ𝕀𝕊 ℕ𝔼𝔼𝔻𝕃𝔼

ଘ Pairings : Nanami Kento x fem! reader

ଘ Reader is 21 and in their last year of uni. Nanami is 27.

ଘ Ratings : MDNI, Minors stay the fuck out.

ଘ Genre : Fluff, minor angst, smut.

ଘ Warnings : 18+, MDNI, cunnilingus, blow jobs, masturbation, nipple play, mentions of overstimulation, nudity, protected sex. Mentions of consumption of alcohol.

Synopsis : Getting a tattoo was a part of the bucket list, but being interested in the man who tattooed her skin wasn't. Would (Y/N) be willing to cross the line from being a client to a love interest of the stoic tattoo artist? Would the man she dreams of every night before sleeping even after crossing off the item on the bucket list become hers?

ଘ Word count : 15k. This is literally the longest piece I have ever written.

ଘ Notes : Might make a Gojo version of this. Art is owned by me.

ଘ Status : unedited. If I find mistakes later while editing, I’ll fix the errors :3

ଘ Reblogs and comments are appreciated !!

ଘ Do not copy, translate, edit or repost my work.

Art could come in many forms.

Some came as oil paints on canvases or mindless doodles that were painted on the edges of pages by a person sitting in a chair, but one that seemed to captivate the attention of many was art on skin. Each piece always had a story to tell, eliciting laughter among a group of friends if it was done with a needle in a drunken state or a wave of oohs and ahs at the thought of etching something permanent on skin because of a bet, dare or something more deep such as a love story.

Standing at the threshold of the shop, you tapped your foot against the rough wood, anxious of the appointment you had booked the previous day.

“You should definitely go for it. It would be one of the most not-so-boring things you have done in university years.” Mai said, handing your phone over to you.

“Are you sure? Cause once I get that on my skin, there is no reversing it.” you said, clicking your phone shut.

“Please. Todou has a lot of tattoos and some of them don’t even make any sense. This one does and you should definitely get it done. It would really compliment your skin.” Mai said with the wave of her hand.

Chewing on your lip you knew having a tattoo would call for commitment. There were stories of people advising others to never get a quote or a lyric etched permanently on your skin, often having cover up tattoos over them or having them lasered; with short lived relationships that were in the form of reminders of ex lovers names, tattooed in the most secretive, intimate or open spaces on skin. Being cautious about all these things and opting to not follow the norm was one way to live… but what if you wanted it for your own personal satisfaction and change?

You had decided to graduate from your final year of university with one good memory of an accomplishment you would achieve alone apart from grades; which was the bucket list of the worst decisions you had ever made. Getting drunk and being completely blacked out was a part of Mai’s idea when she had thrown a wild party at her house despite the protests of her twin sister. Going out for a drive at night to no place in particular had been another one of Mai’s contributions to your bucket list with Todou’s complains about having a hangover and Kamo’s groaning about having to deal with the bulky man. Deciding to go more bold, you had made up your mind on a choice every person had when they were young and reckless.

Getting a tattoo.

Dialing the number on your phone after searching for various shops and reviews, you finally found the place that had suited your standards. With three rings, your call was answered.

“You’ve reached the night parade, how can I help you?” a light yet baritone voice said. “Hi! I wanted to ask if you would be able to book an appointment tomorrow…?” you asked shyly, one hand curling into the hem of the bottom of your shirt.

“Just gimme a minute” the young man answered as there was shuffling in the background.

“Sure, take your time” you said, looking at the screen of your laptop, analyzing the pictures that had been uploaded onto the website.

“We’re free at seven.” the voice stated.

“Okay… can I book an appointment for that time?” you asked, toes curling at the thrill of finally getting what you wanted.

“If you want. And if you happen to cancel, do let us know early. Not at the time we close shop” the young man commented.

With a chuckle you said, “I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll turn up at that time.”

“Cool. I’ll write your name down so that one of the artists can start working on you.” the voice answered.

“Might I know your name so that I don’t walk into the wrong shop?” you asked, lightly scratching your cheek.

“I highly doubt you would walk into the wrong shop cause the display board would be outside… but the name is Fushiguro Megumi.” the baritone voice replied.

“Alright. I’ll stop by tomorrow. Thank you, Fushiguro san.” you said meekly.

“Anytime.” was all he said before you heard the phone line go dead on the other side.

‘Megumi… a pretty name but very uncommon for that kind of a voice.’

Opening the door, you heard the charm of the bell as you stepped inside the warm room. Looking on your right, you watched a young man type away aggressively on the desktop that sat perched on the wooden desk. He had spiky black hair and ocean green eyes that shifted lower with every sentence he read on the desktop. Stepping closer to the back of the desk, you cleared your throat, waiting to get his attention. Eyes snapping up in your direction he looked to the ceiling on the wall on his left, noting the time had been seven o’ clock.

“Seems like you stepped into the right shop afterall” he said with the roll of his eyes as he laxed into the chair behind him, folding his hands.

“Megumi. How many times have I told you to not be rude to the customers?” another baritone voice came from behind you.

Looking back, you were met with the sight of a white haired man with round dark glasses. His arms were covered by the long sleeves of his shirt with only a peek of a wing on his neck. Eyes trailing down, you watched as his calves flexed the ink on his skin. Stretching his legs out to display, your eyes quickly snapped to meet his. A playful smirk played on his lips as he got up from his seat and walked to you. You felt your eyes widen at the sight of the man as he fit into the perfect description of a model who would be printed on the cover of the magazine despite the fact that he was adorned in tattoos.

“And you’re miss… uh…” he said, lowering his glasses with one of his hands while the other was in his pocket.

“(L/N). (L/N) (F/N).” you said.

“Right…” he said with a teasing drawl as he watched you from head to toe.

With an awkward clearance of your throat, you spoke. “And you are?”

“Gojo Satoru.” he said chirped back.

“Do you uh…” you said, trying to choose the right words to ask him if he worked in the tattoo shop to not seem offensive while fidgeting with your thumbs.

“If you’re asking me whether I work here, as a matter of fact I do. I co-own this shop with another artist.” he said, sticking his tongue out playfully.

“Oh… “ you said in awe.

“Yeah…that grumpy old man should be here anytime now…” he said, looking at the door in expectation. “Afterall… you are his client.”

It was as on cue, the door had opened with another man stepping into the shop. He was nearly as tall as Satoru but had been a few inches shorter. He had blonde hair, slicked back with a clean undercut and prominent cheekbones; lips pressed into a fine line with a silver ring resting against the middle of the lower appendage. His skin seemed to be covered in tattoos with peeks on it rising to his collar bones while the rest was hidden under a tank top accompanied with an overcoat and a pair of loose fitting platform pants. Taking off his glasses, he placed it with a light clatter on the desk before turning to take off his overcoat and hang it from the rack that was on the left wall into the entrance of the shop.

‘Does everyone who works here have to look like a model?’

“Megumi, I told you not to make me work overtime. This is the third time this week you’ve done that.” he said in a raspy yet frustrated, resting both his arms against the desk, he towered over the green eyed boy.

“I asked Gojo san if he was willing to tattoo on the client and he said, ‘No, Let Nanamin do it.’ “ Megumi said, pointing a thumb towards you. Brown eyes snapped in your direction, causing you to gulp at the awkward tension in the shop. Letting out a heavy groan, Nanami let his head hang before turning to face the white haired man. “When are you going to learn to be responsible, Gojo san?” he asked with the pursing of his lips.

“Oof… that’s very cold of you to say Nanamin. Practice makes a man better and you should be happy that I’m giving you that opportunity.” Satoru said cheekily.

“Whatever. Let’s get this done with.” he said, bending towards the shelf to grab a sketchbook and stationery.

Walking past you he opened a door behind, one hand holding his materials while the other rested on the handle.

“After you.” he said curtly with a shake of his head, ushering you into the room. With a quick nod, you stepped inside, taking a look around you. Shelves were littered with bottles of ink, needles and tattooing equipment with two desks that were placed next to each other with bulletin boards that were pinned with drawings, stencils and rough sketches.

“Did you have something in mind that you wanted me to tattoo or… would you want to explore your options before settling on one?” Nanami’s raspy baritone voice said, as he set materials on his desk.

“I was thinking about doing a swallow holding a letter beneath my collarbone…. But I wasn’t too sure about it…” you said in a meek voice, shuffling your feet at your embarrassing reply.

“Hm…” Nanami acknowledged, reaching for one of the books that was placed among many of the shelves before setting it on the wooden desk. Flipping through the pages, he came upon one which looked similar to the design you had in mind.

“Is this the kind you’re looking for?” he asked, taking a quick glance at you, turning back to the page for affirmation.

“Something like that, yes… but don’t you think it would be a little awkward if the person who got this tattooed and I have the same design?” you said with a shaky voice accompanied with a light chuckle to make the conversation seem lighthearted compared to the tattoo artist’s serious demeanor.

“You would be right about that…” he said, eyebrows furrowing in thought. Pursing your lips, you looked away from the drawing that sprawled in front of you to his hands that rested against the desk, shoulders hunched at the position of him being deep in thought of what he could possibly do to change this tattoo.

“Tell you what” he said, suddenly, breaking you from your stare, “You come back tomorrow and I’ll design something.”

“Okay… what time would you like me to come?” you asked, turning to face him. “Come by late afternoon. Say about three. I’ll have your design ready and waiting.” he said curtly, closing the book and lifting it to place it back on the shelf.

“Okay… I’ll see you tomorrow… uh…” you said, shaking a pointed finger in awkwardness, lips pursed into a thin line.

“Nanami. Nanami kento.” he replied in a raspy voice. “And you’re Miss…”

“(L/n). (L/N), (F/N).”

“I’ll have Megumi note down your name in the register for the appointment tomorrow. Don’t be late as I value both my client’s and my time.” he said, opening the door for you once more.

“I’ll make a note of that Nanami san.” you said softly, turning to leave.

“All done already? You must’ve broken the track record now, Nanamin.” Gojo said, coming to a sitting position, shooting the both of you a playful smile.

“Only a dumbhead would come to that conclusion. I’m working on her design. Something you should be doing instead of lazing around the shop.” Nanami replied boredly, walking towards Megumi’s desk.

“You’re still mean, Nanamin.” Gojo said, pouting, sending a wink towards you.

“Make sure to put (L/N) san’s appointment at three tomorrow.” he said briefly over the desk. Nodding, Megumi typed it into the shop’s desktop, scrolling through the list of names that were prior to yours.

“It’s done. Again, tomorrow. At three.” Nanami said, displaying three of his fingers to make sure to get his point across. Raising three fingers of your own, you spoke.

“Three. Got it.” stepping out of the entrance of the shop.

‘It sounded attractive when he said my name.’

“So you’re telling me that you walked into a shop of drop dead gorgeous models… who would tattoo on your body?” Mai said, taking a bite out of her sandwich. “Yes.” you answered, hand reaching for the flavored milk.

“What’s the name of the studio again?” she said, fishing her phone out of her handbag. “The night parade.” you said, taking a sip out of your straw. You watched as she squinted at her phone.

“What is this slug doing here?” she said in a disgusted tone. Eye furrowing at the comment you became curious.

“Who are you talking about?” you asked, lips separating from the straw of your carton.

“This guy here.” she said, taking the sandwich into her mouth, her now free hand pointing towards the familiar black spiky haired young boy who had a peace sign in the air with a bored expression on his face.

“Ahh… Megumi? Seems to be the receptionist at the night parade. How do you know him?” you asked.

“He studies a year below Maki. Came over to my house for tutoring sessions from her a few times. He is so full of himself and really acts like an all knowing brat. As if he didn’t need those extra tutoring lessons. If that wasn’t enough, he is also a relative of ours. Despite the fact that I am supposed to be on equal footing as an aunt, the brat shows me no respect.” Mai said, huffing up her cheeks in childish frustration towards the young boy.

“You’re just a year older than him, Mai. Never would’ve thought of you to be the type who likes being called ‘auntie’.” you said teasingly as Mai feigned horror at your words.

“You are just as horrid as he is!” Mai said, hitting you lightly while you laughed.

Your friendship with Mai had been a very odd one. Although she was pretty, she seemed to never attract the crowd towards her, earning the name of being the cold queen. It wasn’t until you had been paired with Todou, Kamo, Miwa and Momo, you realized you didn’t have a stable group of friends. The assignment was more of an excuse that made you spend time together and as it went by, the most you grew attached to, was Mai. She had principles, and a goal she was after; to surpass her sister. Soon, she had opened up to being dependent on you, calling late nights when there was a fight at the Zenin estate or crashing at your apartment when things got worse and she needed peace. Such circumstances could cause the friendship between two very different people to become as thick as thieves. Looking back, you wondered how your social life would’ve been in university had you never spent any time with Mai.

“Hey, Mai…” you said mindlessly staring out into the corridor where students had sat in groups together.

Humming in response, Mai turned to take a quick glance at you, one hand on her phone while the other tapped against the wood of the table.

“Where do you think we would’ve been in the past or would be five years from here?” you asked. You often wondered if you would have the same people in your life in the future as much as you did in the present. Asking was always a taboo as it would put pressure on your relationship; yet you were curious to know what her answer would be. “What kind of a question is that?” Mai said with her ridiculous expression. “It is what it is, Mai… a question. It depends on how you answer it…” you said, eyes trained on her. Taking a few silent moments with her eyebrows furrowed, she clicked her phone shut before responding.

“Ask me again in five years and we’ll see where it goes.”

“People usually say things like ‘Oh nooo we’ll be together even after years’ or ‘Even if we part ways it would always work out’ and then there’s you.” you responded. “Your fault for asking such a question, weirdo.” Mai said with a huff. With a small smile stretched across your lips, you shook your head taking a long last sip till the carton was empty. Stretching her hand to place it on top of yours, she gave you a furrow before speaking once more.

“Only time can tell… let’s stay in the present, thinking about what job we’ll have to take once we leave university. Maybe then we can see where this goes in five years…”

“When you become the head lady of the Zenin household?” you snorted smugly. “It's a much better option than letting Naoya claim that position.” Mai said, gritting her teeth. “I agree. Seems like running away from family situations is all we really have at this point.” you said with a sigh. Lifting your phone from the wooden table, the time was close to two forty. “Okay… That’s my time to run to the shop. Do you want to come with me?” you asked, slipping your phone into your pocket while getting up from the chair to leave.

“Nah, I have to get to a meeting with Kamo. And I’d rather not see that little slug, now that I know he is the receptionist in the shop.” Mai said with a casual wave of her hand. “Alright… see you later Mai.” you said, throwing the empty carton of milk on your way out. “Send me an update once you’re done with the tattoo !!” she said with a wave.

“Sure thing!” you yelled back, pulling the door away to step out of the building. The tattoo shop was not too far, with it being a thirty minute walk. Deciding to run, you made a quick jog across the nearly crowded streets of midday Tokyo. Standing outside the shop, you checked your phone again, hoping that you had made it on time.

“You’re three minutes late.” a familiar raspy voice said. Panting for breath,you looked to the side, seeing Nanami standing with his shoulder leaning against the glass window of the shop, one hand carrying a bag of foods from the nearby bakery. Stepping around your figure, he opened the door before you, quirking an eyebrow in silent command to enter.

Stepping into the shop, you dropped your book bag to your knees and took a seat, absorbing a moment to catch your breath.

“Get her some water Gojo” Nanami said walking past the white haired man who was seated at Megumi’s desk, the spiky raven haired male nowhere to be seen in sight. Rubbing your arm in anticipation you watched the white hair male give a silent nod, getting up from his seat to fill you a glass.

“Don’t you look like you’ve run an olympics?” he said with a light tease. “If you consider university as the starting line, sure.” you retorted, muttering a quick thanks before gulping huge sips of water, drops of it flowing down your chin. Holding the now empty glass, you looked up at Satoru, his face contorting into an expression of amusement.

“Right this way,” Satoru said, taking the glass from your hands while the other gestured towards the room you had been to earlier. Stepping into their workspace, you looked at Nanami who was arranging through the tracing paper on his desk. Taking out the delicately drawn stencil, he placed it before you, glancing at you for approval.

“Maybe we should put it on your skin before deciding if you like it or not.” he said, turning towards the box of gloves that were placed on the desk.

“Before I start, I might have to ask you to show me your ID.” Nanami said, gazing at you. “Nanamin” Satoru said with feign hurt stepping into the room, placing one hand against his chest as you rummaged through your bag to find your wallet which contained your University ID. “It is rude to ask a woman her age!” Satoru exclaimed as you pulled out your ID and handed it to the tattoo artist who stood before you.

Ignoring the white haired male, Nanami’s eyebrows furrowed as he read the details of the ID. “Alright, we’re good to go.” Nanami said, handing your ID back to you. Setting your bookbag onto the floor near you, Nanami made quick steps to the metal table placed in the corner of the room, dragging the wheels beneath it to bring it near the chair. With a wave of his tattooed arm towards the empty seat, you sat down hesitantly, dropping your book bag to the side. Settling into the back of the chair, Nanami stared at you from his seat. Eyebrows raised at him, he leaned forward, placing both his arms on his muscular thighs> “Below your collarbone.”

You felt your face heat up at the thought of having to take your shirt off. There have been times where you had, but it made you nervous to do it in front of an attractive stranger who was no less ready to turn your skin into his canvas. Shyly looking to the side, you twisted the hem of your shirt in your fists.

“Get her a sheet from the cupboard.” Nanami said, turning to Gojo who was leaning against the doorframe, watching the both of you.

“Seems like I’ve gone from being a tattoo artist to an errand boy.” Gojo remarked, turning his back to go towards the cupboard of supplies. Rolling his eyes at the response, Nanami turned to you.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you, causing you to look around the room instead of staring at the tattoo artist for too long. It wasn’t long before Gojo returned into the room with a sheet. Handing it over to you, you slipped it into your shirt, covering the too revealing part of your chest that the bra couldn’t hide. Slipping the shirt off, you adjusted the hem of the cloth until you were satisfied with the result of being decently covered. Turning towards Nanami, he pushed his feet, moving the chair closer to you. Taking a shaving blade, he began to dab your skin with water before dragging the blade down on the sensitive patch of skin under your collarbone. Eyes dragging from the blonde dyed hair, you noticed more features such as the piercing that sat over his left eyebrow, the silver ball winking at you under the light of the studio; the tip of his nose that seemed to give him an eccentric personality and the bow of his lips that seemed to be parted in focus as he worked the sharp object over your skin. Taking a towel to wipe it down, you watched as Nanami placed the tracing paper over the patch of skin before pulling it away slowly with the lightest touch, leaving a blue imprint over the area. “Take a look in the mirror and let me know if we need to shift it.” he said curtly, turning to the mirror that was placed on the opposite wall. Holding the sheet close to your chest, you walked towards the mirror, watching the once far away piece of ink become more clear as you stepped closer. It was a simple design, a swallow flying down the bone of your collarbone, carrying a letter that was sealed with a wax stamp. Smiling at the cute tattoo, you watched Nanami’s reflection in the mirror, staring at you. With a nod at him, he turned to the side, rummaging through the ink he had arranged into the compartments of the metal table.

“Color or black?” Nanami asked, hands busy opening the tray of caps that was used to fill ink.

“Color please.” you said, turning around to return to the chair. Placing yourself in the seat, you watched as Nanami poured various inks meticulously whilst eyeing the bottles of blue, red, black, white and yellow.

Dipping the machine into the ink he brought the needle close, drawing a line on your skin. Feeling the object prick your skin, you let out a hiss. “First time huh” Gojo said smugly from the corner of the room as he watched Nanami tattoo.

“Yeah…” you said breathily. “Relax your body. Stiffening it will only make the needle more difficult to pass through your skin.” Nanami said, drawing another line onto your skin. Thinking of a way to distract yourself, you thought of ways to make you relax, trying to block out the noise of the tattoo machine. “Why did you decide to get a tattoo?” Nanami said breaking you away from your thoughts. You blinked in surprise, not expecting him to talk due to his stoic like personality. Looking down at the wooden floor of the studio, you searched for the right words before answering him.

“I wanted to do something different as it would be the last year of university for me.”

“Do you even know the rules of living in Japan? Tattoos are not something to be proud of and considered rather useless. Are you that eager to be told to get away from restaurants or onsens?” Nanami asked, moving the tattoo machine back and forth, eyes trailing on your skin. “I am aware of the rules… but if that is the price I have to pay then so be it, I guess. Not getting a tattoo for the sake of escaping these problems was not a solution. If there is a problem, there is always a way to fix it like makeup or skin patches. Even if you have people who would hate you for who you are, there would always be more who would admire you for it.” you replied with a slight smile.

Moving his other hand, Nanami wiped away the pooling blood, ready to start coloring your skin again. Letting a few moments pass, you bit the inner side of your cheek, deciding it was your turn to begin a conversation.

“How long has it been since you’ve tattooed?” you asked. Furrowing his eyebrows in thought, Nanami pulled away from your skin, repeating the process of wiping away the excess ink and blood from your skin while dipping the tip of the machine into more ink.

“It’s been about ten years now. I began with being an apprentice at the age of eighteen. Turned in my sketches when I was twenty and started taking in clients when my mentor approved.” Nanami replied. Twisting your lips in curiosity to know more about the tattoo artist, you decided it was best to not pester to know more about him despite how much your brain screamed at you to talk to him.

“If you have anything more to say, then say it. You won’t be moving from that chair for the next hour.” Nanami said with a sigh. Eyebrows raising at the remark he made, you mentally smiled at the thought of having your silent wish come true.

“So… how’d you wind up in Tokyo?” you asked.

“I was in my second year of university. By day I was a student and by night I had become an apprentice around the shop. Did a part time of keeping it clean and looking after it if the owners were out along with keeping the supplies in. Gojo san was one year ahead of me and we both studied at the same university, here in Tokyo. It wasn’t long before the owners decided to move to the states, and they didn’t want to abandon the place, so we took over it.” Nanami answered.

‘His voice is oddly very calming.’

“Hm…” you made the sound mindlessly, eyes shifting to the tattoos that covered his skin. The ones that captivated you the most were the dahlia tattoos that rested on top of the surface of his bicep. Eyes trailing down, you noticed he had more traditional tattoos, stopping at his wrist.

“When did you get all these tattoos?” you asked, head shifting to get a better look at the art that splayed out on the arm before you.

“Over the years. First one was on my twentieth birthday and the last one was a year ago.” Nanami said as he stopped tattooing. “You have to stop moving,” he added.

Settling into the seat, you let silence wash over the both of you as you watched him pinch his eyebrows in focus, making sure to cover the spots of skin correctly. It was the repeated process of dragging the tattoo machine over the skin and then lifting the cloth to wipe away at the pool of blood. Letting minutes go by, you turned to face the ceiling, your body growing numb to the pain as you let your shoulders fall by your side.

“It’s done.” a baritone said, getting your attention towards the puffed up skin beneath your collarbone. Pushing himself away from you, Nanami gave you space to collect yourself. Eyes moving up to meet him, he gave a shake of his head, silently asking you to stand in front of the mirror. Walking towards the mirror, you were stunned to the sight covered in permanent ink rather than pen ink. You watched as the shade of the swallow faded from a light blue to a dark tone towards the tail with an old looking letter that was sealed with a wax stamp. Letting out a squeal of joy, you watched Nanami’s reflection in the mirror, smiling at your reaction towards his tattoo. “I love it!” you said, stomping your feet as you tied the sheet around your body. Taking hurried steps towards him, you pulled him in for a quick hug. “Thank you so much, Nanami san!” you said arms clasping tightly around him. Feeling him stiffen in your arms, you felt your shoulders sag from his lack of response, mentally cringing at your actions and feeling embarrassed. You were about to pull away when you felt his hands crawl up behind your back, one placed at your shoulder while the other awkwardly held onto your mid back.

“You should let that tattoo rest before taking quick actions, miss (L/N).”

You felt your heart flutter at his words and warmth at the fact that he returned the gesture rather than rejecting it. Pulling away from you, he placed a wrap over the tattoo while giving you instructions for it to heal. Picking up your discarded shirt, you carefully change making sure to not let the edge of the cloth touch your healing skin, folding the sheet Nanami gave earlier. Picking up your bag, you fished out your phone, deciding to take a picture of the memorable experience before deciding to head home.

“Thank you, Gojo kun.” you said, placing the folded sheet on the desk where he sat. Blue eyes snapping to you, he saw the light wrap below your collarbone, peeking out of your shirt. “Anytime.” he simply replied; “Did you like the tattoo?” he further asked.

“I absolutely love it.” you said with a bright smile, giving him a thumbs up. “Well, you better. Nanamin worked on it all night.” he said with playful aggression.

“He worked on it all night?” you asked, stunned at his statement. “Simple designs are the hardest to make,” he said with a shrug. You were disturbed by the sound of Nanami groaning in pain, massaging the back of his neck as he walked to the opposite side of the studio, wanting to get himself a glass of water. Clearing your throat towards Satoru, you spoke.

“So… how much did my bill come to?” you questioned awkwardly. “Oi, Nanamin.” Satoru yelled across the room, causing Nanami to turn around. “How much does the client have to pay you?” he asked. Looking back and forth between the two of you, Nanami bit his lip in focus on the price you were bound to pay.

“This one’s on the house.” he muttered, putting his bottle away with a small clatter, turning to throw on his coat and leave for home.

“Hah?” you let out a loud gasp. Turning to face Satoru, you decide to ask him instead.

“How much does a tattoo of this size usually cost?”.

“If Nanamin says it's on the house, then it's on the house.” Satoru said in a sing-song voice. Eyebrows furrowing, you turned your gaze to Nanami who was scrolling through his phone. Walking towards the couch he sat on that was placed on the opposite wall, you came to a stop before his feet.

“How much do I have to pay you, Nanami san?” you said, hand moving around your bag to find your wallet. “It is fine, miss (L/N).” he said, pulling out his shades from the pocket of his coat. “I insist, Nanami san. This is business. Doesn’t matter if it was my first time getting a tattoo or not. I want to contribute to the well being of your shop, financially as well as be a paying customer since my ego and dignity will not allow it.” you said firmly. Brown orbs gazing up to meet yours, he let out a sigh before settling on the final price.

“It’ll be 12000 yen.”

Taking the bills from your purse, you handed the cash to Nanami, who took them and shoved it into his pocket, not bothering to count the bills.

“Why didn’t you check the number I gave?” you asked curiously.

“Didn’t need to. I just know.” he said shortly, getting up and moving around you.

Stunned at his choice of words, you turned around quickly calling out to him to wait. “Is it alright if we took a picture? I want to keep this as a part of an album I’ve been working on…” you said hesitantly. Quirking an eyebrow at you, Nanami turned to Satoru who grabbed your phone and took a selfie with all the three of you in it.

“Thank you for today and I hope you have a good evening!” you said, opening the door of the shop. “Do come back again!” Satoru called out after you while Nanami leaned over the desk to check the records of the shop. Shooting both of them a smile and a wave, you turned towards home, sad at the fact that you had to leave but satisfied with creating a memory of the first time you had a permanent piece of art on your skin.

“You should let that tattoo rest before taking quick actions, miss (L/N).”

You blushed as his words repeated in your head, his voice distinct and raspy, mentally giggling over the way he addressed you. That night, you laid in bed, thumbing his face in the photo, admiring his features. Your heart fluttered while reminiscing the short conversation you had in the shop, but ached that it was short lived.

‘I want to see him smile more…’ you yearned as you drifted off to sleep, wondering if you would ever meet Nanami again.

“That’s really well done. He spent the whole night making that?” Mai asked, leaning close to your shoulder to get a better look of the simple design. “That’s what Gojo san told me.” you said, shrugging. “Should’ve taken this guy’s number.” Mai said, clicking her tongue.

“Uh… no.” you said awkwardly. “Why not? If you claimed he was hot, had an amazing voice and was able to make a conversation with you despite having the personality of a log, I’m sure you two would have it off very well!” Mai argued back, pitch a bit higher than yours. Sighing, you used a tender grip to shift the clothing from the side of your shoulder to the top to the top of it.

“It is very unprofessional, Mai. All I wanted was to get a tattoo, which I did. It is sad that I have to leave, but I did enjoy the short amount of time I had with him.” you replied.

“Your social and love life are tragic.” Mai said, flopping on the couch right next to you.

“Hear hear.” you retorted with the roll of your eyes.

“Let’s go clubbing this weekend.” Mai said. “And why would I want to do that? Didn’t we just go last week?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows at her statement.

“That was before you got the tattoo, met a ‘hot’ guy according to your standards. And now, you’re sad about missing your chance to get to know, just because it is unprofessional even though you did have a full blown out conversation where he told you about himself and did a tattoo for you that took him the whole night to design.For the record, he even told you not pay. Who does that?” Mai said in a matter of fact manner. “I don’t want to build a relationship off baseless assumptions, Mai. I was his client and that was it.” you reasoned in a firm yet calm tone. There wasn’t anything wrong with what she said, but what was the point if this relationship did not go anywhere. If you picked up anything about Nanami, he was still a stranger to you. Just because someone opens up a little bit, doesn’t mean they would be interested in you now would it?

“(Y/N).” Mai said, interrupting your thoughts. Giving her a confused look with the raise of your eyebrows she sighed, rolling her eyes and turning to you once more. “Confirmation. I’ll call the guys over after.” Mai said, tapping the group chat on her phone.

Pursing your lips, you nodded your head back and forth.

“Let’s do it.”

The weekend had rolled around pretty quick, given the fact that you had a busy schedule, walking with books along the long hallways, having to complete assignments, papers and tests. If anything, the club would help you loosen up a bit. Getting past the bouncer, the five of you were able to enter the club, with Mai pulling you towards the bar stools. Todou and Kamo were on the dance floor while Miwa and Momo were awkward around the area.

“Look at those two idiots dancing.” Mai said, slapping her thigh and laughing. Todou seemed to be stiff while Kamo struggled with his composure. Coming from a rather traditional background did not suffice for the air of a nightclub for it was wild compared to the tamed atmosphere of teahouses and home.

Turning to the wooden table, you were greeted with the sight of the bartender sliding a glass of alcohol towards you. “The gentleman in that corner wishes to offer this to you.” he murmured politely, causing you to turn your head to the corner. From the side of your peripheral you watched a light blue haired man raise his glass to you with a sweet yet devious grin. Furrowing your eyebrows with a snort, you picked up your glass of alcohol and began to analyze before putting it down and sliding it back towards the bartender.

“Could you convey the message; thanks for the offer?” you asked politely, turning to Mai for ordering both your drinks.

“Why didn’t you take it?” she asked hurriedly, eyes shifting from the glass of alcohol to you. “I didn’t know if it was spiked or not. Never accept drinks from strangers unless they order it in front of you.” you said, tapping with your fingernails on the table, eyeing the labels of alcohol, pondering over the thought if you could afford to get wasted tonight.

“My my, quite the wary one aren’t you?”

Turning around you were stared into the heterochromatic eyes of the said stranger.

“Have to be. I am in a club after all.” you said curtly, folding your arms over your chest.

The stranger reached out to you, offering a shake. “Mahito.”

Taking his hand into yours, you gave it a firm grip.

“(L/N).” you said curtly.

“Say, mind if I join you for a drink?” Mahito asked sweetly, holding your hand still. Pulling away your palm from his, you tilted your head towards the empty seat next to you. Moving towards the seat, you got a better look of his features. His hair was closer to pale blue with a smooth undercut that showed off the stitches that ran down his neck. Turning to the side, he gave you a smile before picking up his glass of alcohol and placing the edge of it on his lips.

“So what brings you to the club?” he asked in a silky smooth voice, body turning to the side to face you.

“I’m just a regular uni student. Decided to stop by here to blow some stress out.” you said in an exasperated voice, looking at the bartender for a drink. “A blue lagoon for me.”

“Interesting choice. Seems like uni has been giving you a hard time.” Mahito said with a chuckle, bending over the bar table in amusement.

“Please, uni was never satisfying for anyone. If anything, it puts you through hell of a lot, just to get a qualification so that you can get a job. Besides, who would want to sit with a stack of papers for hours on end, figuring things out which have no use in the future?” you said with a shrug, taking a sip of your drink.

Mahito chuckled at your opinion, taking another sip from his drink. “That is quite the opinion regarding systems.” After a short pause, you spoke again. “So… what do you do for a living… or are you a uni student like me?” you asked, looking into his heterochromatic eyes.

“I do a lot of things for a living. Never stayed in one place for too long.” he said, staring at couples and groups, moving their bodies against one another as they danced on the floor. “You sound like a wanderer… wouldn’t be surprised of why you came to the club in the first place.” you quipped.

“Oh… I do always walk out of here with someone as a prize.” he said, sliding his hand towards you. Feeling uncomfortable, you drew yours back, with an awkward chuckle, turning to Mai whose seat was empty. Looking around, you found her to be dancing with Miwa and Momo.

“Do you want to go dancing?” Mahito asked, giving you a charming puppy eye look.

“I have two left feet, Mahito san. I’d be the last option you want to dance with.” you said, waving your hands in front of you, denying his offer.

“Oh c’mon it’ll be fun-” “Look who we have here!” a thundering smack of the table could be heard from your right, startling you.

“Do not make a scene, Gojo san.” the familiar and raspy voice said. Turning towards the duo, you felt your heart soar at the hope of both coincidence and the thoughts you had mulled over the past few days.

“How did you guys…” you trailed, looking back and forth between the two of them. “We’re here with our friend, Shoko. And… it seems like you got a little friend there.” Gojo said, head turning towards mahito who was equally as curious as them, eyeing the duo from head to toe.

“Do you mind if we take her?” Gojo asked in a smug manner, leaving no space for Mahito to argue. With a shrug of his shoulders, Mahito gave a devious and dark grin that made shivers go down your spine.

“Sure.”

Getting up from your seat along with your drink, you made way with the tall white haired man and the blonde over to a secluded spot where you could have some privacy and conversations. Seating yourselves down onto the empty seats, Nanami sat next to Gojo while the seat near you was vacant. A woman in a dark maroon shirt along with a pair of black pants joined the three of you, giving you a tired smile as she slid into the empty chair beside you. “(Y/N) chan, this is Ieri Shoko, Shoko, this is (L/N) (F/N).” Gojo said, waving between the both of you. Giving you a slight bow, you returned the gesture with a smile before turning towards the duo who were seated across you. “So… how did you know Nanami and this idiot?” Ieri asked, while Satoru protested and pouted in the background at the insult. “Nanami was the first artist I ever went to, to get a tattoo.” you said shyly.

“Have you been taking good care of it, Miss (L/N)?” Nanami asked in a raspy voice as two mugs of beer were placed before him. “Yeah, I’ve been applying creams and wrapping it before I take a shower. It’s been healing well.” you responded, eyeing the two glasses of alcohol that was placed before you.

“May I see your tattoo?” Ieri asked gently, wrists under her chin, her eyes meeting yours. With a gentle nod, you slipped a bit of your clothing away from the collarbone of your body, revealing the piece of art Nanami had created on you.

“Cute.” Shoko said with a smile. “Your skin is in great condition too.” she said, taking a mug of beer from across the table. “Ieri is a doctor by the way.” Gojo said, taking his cherry sweet soda. “And you don’t drink any alcohol?” you asked. “He’s a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. We went for shots on his birthday once and look where that got him.” Shoko said, scrolling through her phone. Bringing it close to your face, you were surprised to see the sight of Satoru walking in a drunken state only to hug and rub a pole while crying about having no friends to crashing out in a bush and sleeping. Snorting at the clipping, you covered your mouth to prevent laughs while Nanami shook his head in disappointment.

“One tequila shot.” Shoko said, raising a finger.

“Why do I even hang around you?” Gojo said with a sigh, holding onto his bottle of cherry soda.

“Because you don’t have any other friends. And even if you did, they would lose respect for you just like I did.” Nanami said, bringing his lips the glass of beer and downing it in six gulps. Staring at the sight before you with raised eyebrows, Nanami gave you a shy smile, proceeding to play with empty glass by turning it around.

“That’s a statement to be aimed at the doctor who has bad habits like heavy smoking and drinking Nanamin. And you have no shame either, drinking away to glory, leaving me to pay the bills.” Gojo whined.

“Second heavy, compared to me.” Shoko said with a grin, finishing the last of her beer, ready to go another round. The bartender would walk around the table for the next hour while Nanami sat across the table from you, laughing and commenting at Ieri and Satoru’s antics. Stepping out of the club, you were quick to shoot a message in the group chat.

“Leaving for home. See you guys tomorrow :) “

Sent.

“Make sure to use condoms.”

Notification from Mai.

Feeling the heat rush to your cheeks you were eager to put your phone away into your bag whilst Satoru paid the bills for the insane amount of alcohol both Ieri and Nanami were responsible for drinking.

“I’ll drop you home.” Nanami said, settling on his bike, passing one helmet to you while Satoru and Ieri moved towards her car. “Only if it doesn’t bother you.” you said shyly, taking the helmet from him.

With a yell of your name you turned to Satoru who made a quick jog towards you. “Tell me your socials. I’ll add you.” he said hurriedly, handing you his phone. Typing in your handle, Gojo was quick to share it with Ieri. Taking out your own phone, you accepted his requests.

“We’ll stay in touch,” he said. “Take her home safely Nanamin.”

“Isn’t driving while drinking alcohol an offense to the law?” you asked, getting on the back of the bike.

“I’ve done this before. It’s fine, I know the routes around Tokyo.” Nanami said, wearing a helmet of his own. “Where do you live?” he asked, revving the engine of his bike. Giving him the address of your apartment, he was quick to follow. Holding him by the shoulders, you watched as the neon lights of the city street passed, the bike going in and out of alleys and main roads until you reached your home. Stopping before the entrance of the building, you were quick to take your helmet off and hand it to Nanami. Taking it from your hands, he lifted his own, wishing you a goodnight. “Would you like to come in? It’s rather late and I would feel bad for making you drive all the way home.” you offered.

“I do not want to cause you inconvenience, Miss (L/N). I’ll be on my way.” Nanami said.

“But I do feel like I owe you… Would you agree to get some coffee? Maybe tomorrow… or next week or… maybe not if you’re not interested…” you talked shyly, swaying back and forth on your feet.

“Tomorrow sounds pleasant.” Nanami said.

“Okay… would five thirty sound fine to you at the tattoo shop or here or I can send you the location of the shop?” you asked, showing five with your fingers.

“Five. At the entrance of your building.” he responded, raising five fingers of his own. “You better not be late,” he added.

“I’ll try.” you said meekly, heels turning around to leave.

“Good night!! “ you exclaimed, giving him a small wave.

“Sleep well.” he said in a smooth baritone, kicking the engine and driving away into the night.

Tossing in your bed while going through the feed on your phone, you looked into the corner of it, noting that it was nearly three in the morning. Deciding to take a look at your social media before calling it a day, you stared at the heart icon at the bottom.

‘Nanaminyaa has sent a request.’

‘Must be Gojo’s work.’ you retorted mentally, clicking on the confirm button, sending a request in return.

That was the night you stayed tossing and turning in your bed, afraid of what tomorrow might bring. It was also the first time you had screamed into your pillow from the level of excitement you had towards seeing the man you were starting to develop a crush on.

Tomorrow sounds pleasant.

Setting down your clothes on your bed, you wondered which clothing would suit you to impress Nanami. Would a beige shirt with some brown pants do or would you rather wear something casual that was usually worn on a date? You paused at the word ‘date.’ There had been only three occasions where you had met Nanami, and in those three meetings, he had always been formal with you. Choosing to side with the beige shirt and brown pants you picked out, you got on with your day; distracting yourself from the outing you had with the tattoo artist.

Looking at the clock, you saw the minute hand touch six while the hour hand stopped at four.

‘Time to get ready.’

Fixing your clothes and make up, you made your way down the building through the elevator. Stepping out of the doors, you made a beeline for the glass doors at the entrance of your building. Walking towards it, you noticed a figure standing in a tanned brown leather jacket whilst scrolling through his phone, looking up to see you walk towards him.

“You're late by… one minute today.” Nanami said, beginning to walk in the direction as you had, both hands shoved deep into his pocket.

Clutching the straps of your purse close to you, you made a light chuckle.

“One minute doesn’t count, Nanami san.”

“Time is money here, Miss (L/N).” Nanami siad, fixing his shades with his hand.

“Allow me to pay for your coffee then.” you said with tease, sticking your tongue out. “That wouldn’t be very chivalrous of me as a man, would it?” he countered. “We live in the twenty-first century, Nanami san. I do appreciate the gesture, but today is my treat for all the trouble I’ve caused you. With Gojo telling me that you worked on my design all night, this is the least I can do.” you replied. Letting out a sigh, you watched as Nanami adjusted his shades once more. “That idiot cannot be trusted with information.”

Reaching the coffee shop, the two of you were quick to place your orders, you were quick to sit into the spot that was secluded in the corner of the coffee house. Your eyes shifted from the wood of the coffee table to the shoes you wore, searching for words to start a conversation.

“You don’t seem to have slept well last night.” Nanami said out of the blue. Shooting him a puzzled, you settled into your chair, crossing your left leg over to your right.

“What makes you say that?”

Fiddling with the hem of his jacket, Nanami leaned forward, elbows placed on his knees while his hands hung loosely, he raised a finger to his own face, showing the area around the socket of his eye.

“It’s sunken. At this rate, you’ll get dark circles. Sleep is equally important for a human being to function.” he said.

‘Couldn’t stop thinking about you.’

“I might’ve tossed and turned through the night. That’s probably the reason why I didn’t sleep properly.” you lied. “Next time, let me know. I’ll drop with some tea. I bring it to Ieri sometimes and it worked.” he said, being interrupted by the barista who had placed the tea before him. Reaching for your drinks at the same time, Nanami and your hands touched and this was the second time you had felt his skin brush against yours after the evening you had spent in his tattoo shop. Quickly reaching out for his cup, Nanami settled back into his chair, taking a sip of the hot drink, leaving to quell in the thoughts of being giddy. Conversations between the two of you continued, based on your likes, dislikes and what you did in your free time.

“Aren’t you fit for being the perfect househusband?” you chuckled, placing the empty glass back onto the coffee table.

“In reference to?” Nanami said casually, placing his own cup next to yours.

“Think about it, you cook in your spare time. Looks like misogyny has turned tables on us hasn't it. Have you ever given thought about settling down?” you asked, watching as Nanami squirmed in his seat. Letting a huff out of your nose, you knew you had overstepped.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have prodded you so much.” you said meekly.

“It’s fine. Truth is, I didn’t plan on settling down with someone while I still worked as a tattoo artist.” Nanami said, straightening his back and stretching out his legs from his chair.

“Why not?” you asked, blinking in confusion. “People are usually attracted to art… I’m sure they would love what you do.” Adjusting his glasses with the clearance of his throat, Nanami looked at you, biting the inner side of his cheek.

“I’d rather stick to a well paying job rather than settle for something third rate which satisfies my passion rather than paying the bills.” Nanami said, crossing one leg over another.

“Very realistic.” you remarked, nodding your head at his explanation. “Don’t you think that the person you decide to settle down with in the first place would like you for who you are rather than worry about the bills?” you asked.

“The world works in a different way, miss (L/N). Tattooing might seem like my passion, but in practice, it is shit. And so is working in an office.” Nanami said with ferocity, emphasizing the hate he had for cubicles.

“And how… Did that happen?” you enquired. “I might have a lot of tattoos, but it is not entirely impossible when all you wear are suits, full sleeved shirts and most of all… if the company was Jujutsu tech. A lot of people have tattoos there. But rather than working in a company among limited options whose salary is shit, I’d rather do something second rate in comparison to that.” he concluded. “Shall we get going?” he asked, getting up from his chair, turning to face you. Nodding, you stood up from your own as Nanami walked ahead of you. Opening the glass door of the shop, the old lady from the counter thanked you for your visit with a bow while you did the same.

“He opens doors for you? That one’s a keeper. Have a good evening, lovebirds.” she said with a chuckle, turning around to place an order of coffee. Speed Walking from the coffee shop till you were at a good distance, Nanami cleared his throat, until there was a group of chirps behind him. Turning both of your heads back, you saw a bunch of baby chicks following the two of you. As Nanami walked to the side, the chicks still followed him. Hearing you chortle, Nanami adjusted his glasses as a show of disapproval. “This is a rather serious situation, Miss (Y/N).” Nanami said.

“I can’t take them to my apartment. The owners have strict rules about that. Where do you live?” you reasoned.

“I live with Gojo san in a shared apartment.” he muttered, unpleased.

“I thought you didn’t get along well with him…?” you asked in confusion from replaying the flashbacks of Nanami’s hostility. “Don’t get confused. I would trust the man with my life. But it doesn’t cover the fact that he is a shit human.” Nanami stated. “Is the place spacious?” you asked. “Gojo san is rich. And if anything, that apartment is oozing with money from the amount of useless things he buys and throws away.” Nanami stated.

“Alright then. Time for you to take these baby chicks home.” you said, looking up at him as the three chicks chirped. “ I certainly won’t be taking them home, Miss (L/N). Gojo san is irresponsible when it comes to taking care of things, and neither will I be taking care of something that I’m not willing to take care of.” Nanami said, sternly. “You know what… you’re right. If I can’t take care of it, I mustn’t ask that of someone else…” you replied. Pouting, you bent over the group of chicks, touching each chick’s head with the pad of your finger.

“I hope you find a new home soon.” you said, beginning to walk the other way. It wasn’t until you had walked a few meters ahead, you realized Nanami was nowhere near you. Turning back you watched him walk towards you, holding his folded jacket, chirps coming from them.

You stared at him with raised eyebrows as he caught up to you.

“Do not ask.” is all he muttered, walking ahead of you. With a smile playing on your lips you walked down the street ahead of you, as the sun set.

You awoke to a string of messages from a shared chat. Notification from Gojo Satoru : Look at what came in last night !!

*Sent Image attachment*

Opening it, you watched him film Nanami walking towards the Kitchen counter with the three baby chicks trailing behind him. “Nanamin’s a dad now !! Ayy don’t peck me!” Gojo exclaimed from behind the camera, giving a few pats on Nanami’s shoulder.

Notification from Ieri Shoko : Nanami, there is more chaos in your life.

Tapping away on the keypad of the chatroom, you sent the message before starting your daily routine for class.

“Thank you for taking care of them”

“You sure are becoming a changed man, Nanamin. Are you sure you don’t have a fever?” Gojo asked, reaching to touch the man’s forehead.

Slapping away his hand in offense, causing the white haired man to pout, Nanami responded.

“I am perfectly fine.”

“No you’re not. I can tell you have a little something for (Y/N) chan…” he said cheekily.

“That is one of the reasons why you shouldn’t work at the shop, Gojo san. You are highly unprofessional with clients and now, you’re making me get caught up in a set of your own fantasies.” Nanami stated bluntly.

“You’re so mean. But look, you brought these babies home. And you’re not usually one to do that right. What made you change your mind?” Gojo debated, gesturing wildly to the chicks that they had kept in a small structure made of wood.

“Just happened to imprint on me and they won’t leave me alone.” Nanami reasoned.

“There has to be more to that. (Y/N) even responded with a ‘Thank you for taking care of them.’ Did she not?” Gojo argued, waving his phone in the air with the evidence of the chat.

Body going stoic was the first mistake Nanami made, and Satoru had noticed it.

“You sure have a little something don’t you Nanamin?” he said poking the sides of the blonde man. “You’ve been watching too many episodes of Japanese housewives. Get a job, you fool.” Nanami groaned, getting up from the table to grab his jacket and leave.

“You can’t fool me, Nanamin!” Gojo hollered as the blonde man stepped out of the apartment.

‘Maybe she is changing me.’

It had been weeks since you had last seen Nanami. Strings of messages you sent were either opened or left unread. It made you feel easy at first, knowing that a week had gone by since the both of you weren’t very close to begin with, yet you had had pleasant conversations and memories of the stone faced blonde man. However, you could tell something was amiss in the beginning of the second week. There were no more messages, proposals of going out were ignored and so was the enquiries of the baby chicks the both of you had picked up.

“Hi… This is (Y/N). Can I know if Nanami is fine? I am really worried about him.” you typed on the keypad to Satoru. Biting your lip you began to question if this was stepping over the boundary of an ex client and tattoo artist. Your feelings were no short than affectionate for Kento, seeing the pattern of him reappearing in your dreams and the times you spent glancing out of the window wondering what he did during the lecture hours or while you studied.

Notification from Gojo Satoru : “Nanamin’s been fine !! He’s extremely busy with clients. You should stop by the shop soon if you want to meet him. He isn’t very tech bent if you get what I mean. He’s a very old fashioned old man (((o(°▽°)o)))”

‘That was fast.’

Making up your mind after the rational and irrational thoughts of how Nanami would react to seeing you out of the blue, you decided to make a quick walk to the shop. Coming to a stop at the front door, you took a breath opening the door and walking in. “(Y/N) chan !!” Gojo waved from the corner of the room, pointing towards the seat in front of him. Walking towards the tall snow haired man, he gestured for you to take a seat, placing his wrists under his chin after. “He’s in with a client. Seems like it’ll be you and me today.” Gojo said with a light laugh, pouring a glass of water. “Oh…” was all you could utter, mentally berating yourself for even coming here. Taking the glass of water, you began to chug the liquid down, earning an amused look from Satoru as your nerves calmed down from the coldness of the fluid.

Hearing the door open behind you, you watched as a client walked out with Nanami after walking towards the desk.

“Thank you for the tattoo, Nanami san.” the client said, placing the bills on the tray before the computer while Megumi managed the accounting part of it.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you.” Kento replied in a silky, smooth voice.

Seeing Nanami again, spared a flame in your stomach, making butterflies flutter at the sound of his voice.

Looking towards the corner where you and Gojo sat, Nanami’s eyes narrowed into slits, unpleased.

“Gojo san, how many times have I told you to not entertain people who aren’t clients in the shop?” Nanami said venomously. You furrowed your eyebrows at the tone as well as the statement he used.

“Nanamin, she’s (Y/N) chan, our friend. And even if I invited her, this is my shop.” Satoru stated politely yet firmly.

“For you, she might be. But there are more places to gather rather than the space where we work. Have you forgotten that business cannot mix with pleasure, Gojo san? Or must I remind you every time about this?” Nanami said, folding his arms across his torso.

‘I really shouldn’t have come here.’

Before Satoru could argue, you placed a hand before him, stopping him mid accusation.

“I am sorry to have bothered you, Nanami san. I’ll be more mindful about that and not interrupt you again. While the job lasted, I enjoyed spending my time here. But now that I’ve gotten what I wanted and came for, there is no reason for me to be here.” you said, turning around to leave. Lifting your hand with a heavy heart, you opened the door as unshed tears began to form at the corner of your eyes of never entering the shop again or seeing Nanami.

He made your relationship extremely clear.

It was a transactional one and it was best if you both made your separate ways.

“Good job Nanami. You fucked up the one thing and probably the only thing you had going for you.” Satoru said, flaying his hands in the air in disappointment while Nanami watched you leave.

‘Things are exactly how it should be.’

“He doesn’t like you?” Mai asked, blinking her eyes in surprise.

“From the way he said that… yeah. I thought he was comfortable with me. But then again, you can’t really tell much about a person just because you have known about them for a few days. Maybe I did come off a bit too overbearing…” you wondered out loud, staring at the quiet fish in the koi pond.

“It wasn’t your fault. If anything, he could have worded it much better. For a man of tradition, he sure doesn’t go by the old rule that a girl’s heart is one made of glass. Even the smallest of things can easily upset us. It doesn’t mean we’re weak, it just means how that thing is significant to us.” Mai said, laying a hand on your knee.

“My my, Mai. Are you reading more shoujo mangas by any chance?” you snickered while she argued.

“I was just saying it so console you!”

Hearing a ping on both your phones, you were surprised to see a message from Todou.

“Party. At my place. Reach there by eight.”

“There’s your chance to meet someone new.” Mai said with a small smile.

“Aren’t you going to message her?” Gojo asked. Silence was the only thing Nanami answered with. “She was a nice girl and probably the first one you had ever spoken to in front of me. All you ever did do after you got home was eat, drink, sleep and read. Why did you have to ruin something when it was going good for you? Are you some kind of a masochist, Nanamin?” Gojo said. Propping his legs on the coffee table with a book in hand was the only answer Gojo received in return.

“Suit yourself. Remember, there might be a chance she won’t come back.” Gojo said, standing straight from leaning over the counter to get the bag of food to feed the chicks.

Nanami was going through an inner turmoil as his life had been very mundane. It was always the same everyday. He would go to the tattoo shop, work, interact with clients only to come back home, shower, eat and sleep. The thought of changing for another person was terrifying to him, yet he couldn't stop thinking about you. You seemed so happy about the tattoo he made for you, as well as appreciated his line of work when a lot of women would rather choose men who made a 'realistic living' than that of an artist. Turning to the window, he let his thoughts take control over.

Settling down was something he had always wanted but it was never something he worked towards. Deciding for the better, he chose to let his actions unravel the next time he met you rather than being restrained by his morals and principles.

'Maybe it is time I had something good for myself.' was all he thought as he headed out of the house.

“It’s so loud in here.” you said, holding one of the cups that contained alcohol. “It is supposed to be. How do you think rave parties are?” Mai said, face contorted in disgust at the taste of the concoction of alcohol into the fruit punch. Watching a sea of bodies move against each other not caring if the music was according to the beat, you felt yourself crave intimacy after watching a tall man grab a short woman by her hips, moving against her body in rhythm. It made you imagine if that’s the way Nanami would dance had he been here.

‘No point in thinking about it now.’

Watching you eye the couple, Mai nudged you. “Why don’t you go find a dance partner?” she asked. Feeling a sense of loneliness wash over you, you felt yourself giving into Mai’s tempting question. Your heart was in agreement with what she said, but your head shook in disapproval. ‘It’s too soon to move on.’

‘I want to remember his voice.’

From the corner of your eye, you watched as a figure with dark hair stared at you. His body moving according to rhythm, shooting a shy smile at you from the corner of the room.

‘Fuck it.’

Placing your glass over the table, you moved among the sweaty bodies of the crowd to join him. “Hey” he said in a gravely deep voice. Under the fluorescent lights, you could make out the deep gash that ran on the side of his face.

“And you are…?” you asked, tapping your feet to the rhythm of the music.

“Muta Kokichi. I’m…”, “Mechamaru.He’s in our year. Fucker just got out of the hospital a week ago. Got into a crazy bike accident.” Todou interrupted, one hand placed on his waist while the other pointed in the air.

“Mechamaru?” you asked, amused by the discovery of his nickname.

“Yeah… that’s what they call me on the road since I’m a mechanic.” he said with a shrug. “Wanna dance?” he asked, one hand stretched out towards you. Accepting his hand, you made small moves causing you to giggle. Dancing after a while felt good. The last time you had a chance to, you had spent the time with Nanami and his friends instead. Throwing up your hands in the air gave you a sense of freedom, moving your body according to the beat, feeling the ambience and music with your eyes closed, trying to forget the memories you had built over the past many weeks with Nanami. A slow friendship was ruined and you were left with nothing but unrequited feelings. It wasn’t wrong to forget him, was it?

Feeling a hot breath near your ear, you gave into the figure ahead of you.

“Wanna get out of here?”

Opening your eyes you stared into a pair of brown eyes, but they weren’t the ones you wanted to look into.

‘I can’t be satisfied until it is him… huh.’

“Sorry, Mechamaru. It was nice for the time we had, I should get going now.” you said, turning to leave. Making your way through the crowd, you reached the end of it where Mai was, bored with a cup along with a man she didn’t seem to be interested in who was talking her ear off.

“What happened to you?” she asked as you stumbled your way across the crowd.

“I can’t do this, Mai. I need time and… I don’t want to rush into it.” you said, exasperatedly.

Grabbing you by the hand she guided you till you were out of Todou’s apartment, pressing the button for the elevator.

Reaching at the bottom, the two of you slowly made your way out of the building, walking in the empty streets of Tokyo. Todou’s apartment wasn’t very far but it was quite the distance in terms of walking. A flash of light was seen ahead of you, with the revving of engines. Turning your head to the side, you were surprised to see Nanami’s bike along with another that seemed to be Gojo's.

“Yo, (Y/N) chan! Don’t you look hammered?” Gojo said with the wave of his hand as he took of his helmet.

“I’m not hammered. Just a little tipsy.” You protested.

“Hmm sure. Where are you guys going?” Gojo aside, resting his hands on the front of the bike.

“We’re headed home. Now if you excuse us, we’ll be on our way.” Mai said coldly, turning around with your hand in her grip to leave.

“We could give you a lift.” Gojo offered with the wave of his hand. “Right, Nanami?”

“How very chivalrous of you. Maybe if you exhibited that kind of behavior, I would’ve considered it. But since the odds are not in our favor, we might as well just leave for home on foot.” Mai said.

Kicking the bike on the stand while grabbing a spare helmet, Nanami was quick to move towards you, covering you with his jacket. Fastening the buckle under your chin, he said softly, “I’ll drive you home.” Satoru did the same with Mai, leaving in the opposite direction of where you lived, leaving the two of you alone.

The drive towards your house was a silent one.

“Nanami san… can I ask you something?” you asked in your tipsy state, earning nothing but a silent response.

“Why were you so mean to me the other day? Did I make you angry?” you asked, curling your arms around his waist as the wind blew in your face.

No response was heard from the blonde man for the second time either. Nuzzling into his tattooed shoulder, you whimpered.

“I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry… I’m really sorry, Nanami…” you said, hot tears escaping from the corner of your eyes, rubbing away the traitorous salt water with your hand while sniffling.

Pulling to a stop before the entrance of your building, you let your arms slip from Nanami’s waist. Getting off the bike, you tried taking your helmet off, fumbling with the buckles that were placed under your chin.

Taking off his own, Nanami moved towards you, putting his bike on stand. With nimble fingers he unhooked your helmet.

“Thank you for the lift Nanami san. Good night.” you said with a formal bow. Sighing through your nose, you were about to turn and leave when you felt a pull of your shoulder towards the front until you crashed into a sturdy figure. Hands secured behind your back, Nanami pulled you further into him until you felt his muscles brush against the skin of your torso.

“This feels nice.” was all he muttered into your shoulder.

“Nanami san, there are people looking…” you said, becoming aware that the entrance to your building was made of glass, the residents peering through the transparent surface to see who you were with.

“They’ll forget about it tomorrow.” he said, fingers digging into your skin.

Stiff at the position, you returned the hug, curling your arms around the blonde man’s shoulders. Rubbing at the cloth on his back, you felt his muscles relax, becoming heavy against your body.

“As much as I’d like to stay, I can’t breathe and I think my eyes are about to shut.” you said with a sleepy smile.

Letting go of you, Nanami let his arms fall from your figure. Taking a few steps back, you realized you still had his jacket on you. Taking it off, he stopped your hand.

“You can give it to me tomorrow.”

It was an excuse he could use to see you. Maybe during the time when you weren’t so tipsy, he could confront the dreaded talk. Till then he would hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

“Okay… what time?” you said, stretching your arms out with a yawn.

“Eleven in the morning. Do not be late. The apartment is the one on the topmost floor. And if-” he rambled.

“If I am a minute late, you won’t open the door for me. Got it.” you said with a nod.

Patting a gentle hand over your head, he said with a soft smile.

“Make sure to be there, on time.” Nanami said, patting your head gently before turning to get on his bike once more.

“I will.” you said, heading towards the elevator of your building hearing the engine of Nanami’s bike fade into the distance.

That night when you crashed into your bed, you felt satisfied. ‘That was one step… maybe tomorrow would be the end of a mess.’

“So… how did it go?” Gojo asked from the couch as Nanami threw the keys into the glass bowl.

“None of your business.” he retorted.

‘So I take it all well.’

Folding the brown leather jacket in half on your arm with a bag of food from the bakery in the other, you stood before the doors of the apartment Nanami had told you about the previous night. Looking at the time on your phone, you watched the time tick as you had reached ten minutes early. Deciding to stand in front of the door until the clock had struck eleven, the door opened, surprising you. Nanami stood before you in nothing but a pair of shorts, and loose shirt, showing off the body art that was permanent on his skin.

“You are rather early today, Miss (L/n).” Nanami said, looking at you up and down.

“You said a minute late and you wouldn’t open the door…” you mumbled. Opening the door wider, Nanami gestured for you to enter. Taking your shoes off at the entrance, you stepped into the spacious apartment, surprised to see the design was rather chaotic yet minimalistic.

“Tea or coffee?” Nanami asked, running a hand through his tousled hair.

“Coffee, please.” you said, walking into the living room. Staring at the paintings on the wall, you walked to the far corner of the room where you had found a framed picture. Staring at it harder, you heard the sound of porcelain clinking against the glass that it had been set on, finding Nanami to take a seat in the cushioned chair that was positioned to the side of it, while he placed the other one in the side of it.

Coming to sit near him, you asked him about the picture.

“The one on the left is me.”

“No way. You looked so different back there!” you said, nearly choking on your coffee at the thought of Nanami looking someone so different in his younger days.

“People change, Miss (L/N).” he said, dipping his bag of tea back and forth into his cup till the green of it spread into the water.

“On that note… please call me (Y/N). The use of my last name seems too formal… unless you want to keep the relations that way.” you said in a soft tone, hoping he would call you by your given name rather than your family name.

“(Y/N)...” he muttered. Watching him part his lips with the seductive gleam of the lip ring in the middle of his lower lip had heat rush to the tip of your ears and cheeks.

“I know. And It's a very pretty name.” he complimented, taking another sip from his tea. Taking a few sips from your own cup, you looked away from the blonde to stare at the city of Tokyo that never seemed to rest even if it was eleven in the morning.

“Kento.” he said suddenly, turning towards you. Raising your eyebrows in response he cleared his throat to clarify, “You can address me that…”

“Kento… Nanami Kento.” you said once more. “It has a nice ring to it.” you said with a small smile.

“It sounds better when you say it.” he said with a smirk. Feigning a surprised look, you brought a hand to your chest, staring at him wide eyed. “Did THE Nanami Kento just flirt with me?” you mocked. “And what if I did?” he simply said.

“That means you’re interested in me.” you said, placing your mug on the coffee table. Taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb, Nanami forced you to look at him.

“And what if I am?” he asked, tilting his head, eyes never wavering from yours. “Then I would give in.” you said, causing him to lean forward, his lips placed on yours softly. Eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips meeting yours, a few moments passed when his lust took a carnal turn, the metal of his lip piercing brushing against your lower lip, tongue eager to explore your mouth.

Hands traveling south, he held your thighs, pulling you into him till you were on his lap. Finding balance, he placed both his hands on your hips, massaging the skin that laid beneath the fabric.

“The drinks will get cold, Kento.” you said, feeling him kiss the surface of your neck, each one more heated and needy than the last. You yelped as he gripped your thighs strongly, walking over the part of the house you didn’t know about.

“We’ve danced around each other for long enough to know what we both want, right?” he whispered into your ear, walking into a room that seemed to belong to him. Setting you on the bed, he climbed on top of you, parting your legs with his knee in between. With his figure hunched over you, he tumbed the shape of your cheek, eyes staring with nothing but admiration before diving in for more kisses. You could feel yourself smile into the kiss, not believing if it was real or not.

“Can I touch you here?” He asked huskily, licking his lower lip, eyes focused on your chest before meeting your gaze. Taking his hand, you placed it over your chest. “Yes, you can.” you said, your hand reaching up to brush some of the blonde disheveled hair from his face. Giving you another searing kiss, his hands groped your breast tender and loving until he got more rougher with his squeezes. “Does he hurt?” he rasped. “It does, but I don’t find it to be bad.” you voice back, moaning into his touch.

“Feels good?” he asked, peeling off the hem of your shirt; exposing your belly and bra covered tits to him. Securing your legs around him, you pull him into you, rubbing your greedy cunt against his clothed hardness.

“Feels really good.” you said with a vixen-like smile. “You’re tempting me.” his voice dropped to a whisper, coming close to your ear.

“Tempting you for what?” you asked, rubbing a hand over his chest.

“To ruin you.” he whispered, biting your lower lobe. Moving away from you, he moved to your clothed chest, pulling your bra down to reveal your tits. Staring at them intently, you felt shy under his gaze until he took one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth, the piercing giving you a delightfully rough edge, the other hand pressing and tugging the other hardened nipple. Your back arched into his mouth, startling him. Moaning, you run your hands through his hair, holding the blonde strands between your fingers.

Groaning, Nanami sucked while watching your face contort into that of pleasure. He felt the pressure of his pants against his hardening cock, slipping a hand down to push the hem of his shorts, he let his manhood free, jerking it into the bed sheets beneath the both of you. Pulling away with a string of saliva from your nipple, he switched to the other side to do the same, his free hand twisting and pulling at your other wet and abused nipple.

You felt a pang of pleasure, ecstasy and pain as Nanami carried on with his ministrations. Getting up, he pulled the shirt and the bra off you, throwing them to the side of the bed, before going lower.

“It's not fair that I’m the only one who is naked.” you complained, turning to the side of your body. Getting up in a position of straddling you, Nanami took off his shirt, throwing it to the side immediately. Raising a hand, you ran your fingers through the delicate pattern that ran across his skin, colors of both dark and white mixing to form a beautiful piece of art.

“You’re beautiful.” you said mindlessly. Nanami felt heat rush to his cheeks, his heart beating wildly at the compliment. Moving his hand towards the skin under your collarbone, he rubbed at the tattoo of the swallow gently, leaning down to place a kiss on it.

“I think it's the other way around.” he said, brown eyes gazing into yours. Looking down, you saw his cock, weeping with precum and begging for attention. Flipping over, you pinned him beneath you.

“Maybe it’s time I spoiled you.” you said, kissing your way down his naked chest till you reached the dips of his hips. Placing your hand on either side of his hips, you dragged the constraining material of his shorts and boxers, making him completely nude in front of you. Nanami watched you with a predatory gaze, licking the piercing on the bottom of his lip, anticipating what your next move would be. Giving the head of his dick a few sensitive licks you swallowed the head, running the tip of your tongue across the sensitive slit as Kento placed both his hands on your face, fingers crawling to entangle within the tresses of your hair. Watching him, you began to bob your head along the shaft of his cock, pulling out moan after sinful moan from Nanami’s lips. Pulling away from his cock, you used your hand to create a filthy sound of wet schlicks, causing Kento to desperately thrust his hips into your touch. “Does that feel good, baby?” you asked, bringing the movement of your hand to a slow pace.

“Haaah, feels…” he moaned, throwing his head back against the sheets, fingers digging into the skin of your scalp gently.

“Feels what.” you commanded, stopping your fist all at once.

“Feels good.” Nanami rasped, blinking at the ceiling. Turning to position himself on his elbows, he watched you smile as his cock twitched from being unable to cum, but he wasn’t complaining. Sitting forward, he pulled you on top of him and did the same as you did to him, flipping you over.

“It’s your turn now.” he said, going down your body until he reached your pants. Bringing his fingers under the fabric, he pulled them off quickly along with your soaking panties, staring at the mess you had created between your thighs. Placing a thumb over your clit, he elicited a high pitched moan out of you. With his knees digging into the mattress, Nanami pulled your lower half onto his face, placing either of your thighs on his shoulders. Giving kisses along with a nibble on the inner skin of your thighs, he got to work, running a tongue over the lips of your pussy while he reached a hand down to play with your tits. Keeping your hands above your head, you tried to keep your sanity as Nanami began to twist and turn his tongue into your core. The lip piercing wasn’t helping either, edging you close to an orgasm.

Giving a few licks to your clit, he closed his lips around giving it a deep suck until you screamed. Shiting his head left and right, he watched as you writhed in pleasure, while he rubbed circles into your thighs with one of his hands, the other still toying with your nipple.

You felt you were about to snap when he pulled away.

“Why did you stop?” you asked, panting for breath.

“Cumming on my tongue is something we can save for another time. But now, I want you to come on my cock.” he said, giving a few pumps to his wet and hard dick. Reaching over to the side of his desk, you watched him pull out a foil, ripping it with his teeth and rolling the rubber onto his member.

Spreading your thighs wide, he slapped his cock a few times before turning to face you.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, gaze steady and wary.

“Yeah…Do you?” you asked. Giving you a heartfelt smile, Nanami gave you a light peck, answering with a “Yes.” before sliding into your heat, the both of you moaning. Kento hissed as he pushed more of his shaft into your fluttering hole while you felt your core throb from the stretch. It was painful but it was a pleasure.

“You okay?” Nanami asked, brushing the hair off your forehead, eyes shifting wildly for any sign of you feeling uncomfortable. Taking his hand into yours, you gave it a few light rubs. “I’m fine Kento.” you said, taking his hand to your lips, placing a light kiss. Letting a few moments pass for you to adjust to his size, Nanami began to move his hips, causing the bed to rattle and your back to move back and forth against the sheets as he placed his elbows on either side of your head. “Been thinking about this since the time I did the fucking tattoo on you.” he said, gritting his teeth, hips snapping into yours. Taking a hand to your hip, he squeezed the flesh while the other held your hand against the mattress.

“Been thinking about these fucking curves since the time you hugged me.” he confessed, now getting up to hold your hips and snap his hips even faster into yours. With a series of moans and groans, you watched as Nanami licked the tips of his fingers, rubbing circles into your clit, eager to give you the taste of pleasure.

You felt close to the edge, the sense of pleasure ready to snap. “Cum for me.” is all he commanded, causing you to close your eyes tightly, causing you to let go. You felt your body quiver as Nanami fucked you through the orgasm, each thrust reaching deeper, craving more of your warmth. You felt tears form on the corner of your eyes from the sheer overstimulation. Gritting his teeth, Nanami thrusted a few more times, cumming into the confines of the rubber. He dropped his body over as you caught your breath. Bathing in the afterglow, he laid down next to you, pulling you by your waist into him while the other arm was under your head.

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he brushed his nose against yours, causing you to giggle.

“I’m sorry.” he muttered, eyes dulling at the thought of the hurtful words he said the other day. Looking up at him. You shook your head, placing a searing kiss at the edge of his mouth.

“We can talk about that later. Drinks have gone cold and the bed is warm. I don’t want to get up.” you whined, nuzzling into the soft skin of his chest.

Choosing not to say anything, Nanami closed his eyes, happy at the fact that he had something good for once. Except for money and the thanking of customers whom he rarely saw ever again, Nanami was willing to cherish you, a more valuable memory born from under his needle.

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