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estrellayluna · 14 days

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In Another Life pt. 2

Nanami Kento

synopsis : As Nanami catches a glimpse of you entering Saturo's vehicle, he sets the remaining time he has left of his break to track you down. Leaving Kuina high and dry.

(Visuals will be linked, click the underlined links!)

Kento knew his stare was burning into the back of Saturo's head. The palm of his hand almost crushing his phone as his eyes follows the car you were in drive out of his view. Nanami's mind going all over places as to why suddenly you knew of Saturo, his colleague that resides on the other side of the building. He could feel his body go full overdrive with heatwaves engulfing him whole.

Have you been seeing Saturo? For how long? Nanami can't recall you ever being introduced to him. Hell introduced to anyone other than his other colleagues back down a few floors before being promoted.

Checking the time, Namami's lunch break is just soon to start. Grabbing his keys and blazer, Nanami only has his mind on you.

Kuina felt like such weight was lifted from her shoulders the night Nanami called her stating that you finally knew of their affair. No more sneaking around their work place to steal quick kisses from each other. Or the quick brush of their hands as they walk past each other.

She knew it was just about time she had to take matters into her own hands when she realized Nanami was still having his doubts at times when he came over to her place some late nights. But would drown them away before he realizes how morally wrong it all was with the quick acts of seduction and words she knew he wanted to hear.

Kuina also knew that some at the office had caught wind to what was happening between them, sparking immediate gossip. Though she could care less. Her act to play innocent stood still until one bore of a day did a fellow colleague of hers, Nina, vaguely asked her about it. She was impressed at Kuina's boldness. As she detailed about the affair left Nina the thrill for more, every ounce of moral leaving her body for just some juicy intel. Sparking a vile bond between the two.

It was Nina's idea to be the one who "so called" exposes the both of them. Seeking more thrill from her already boring life. She couldn't care less at the fact she's contributing to destroying another woman's marriage. For if she was in Kuina's place she would have totally also gladly seek out the handsome man like Nanami was, married or not.

So as Nina found herself with nothing to do after finishing her own pile of work whilst there was a meeting consisting the majority of the staff to be locked away in a conference room, she found herself making her way to Nanami's office doors with vile intent.

It was just like any other time she had to drop things over for Nanami. Except this time she planned to snoop around for anything on his wife.

When Nina brought up her idea to Kuina, she was impressed by Nina's erratic effort. Like having done her dirty work for her.

Kuina had many failed attempts to get a glimpse of Nanami's phone when it was unlocked. Each time she would get close, the sound of Nanami's footsteps could be heard indicating his return from being out the room.

Kuina finally thought her schemes could be put to rest now having the thing she sought after the most after months. Nanami.

So she couldn't understand why just as she came back from picking up food for the both of them and eat lunch together as she had planned and he promised, did Nanami walk past her without glancing her way.

The ride to the clinic was short but helpful. If it weren’t for Gojo’s kindness in helping you out, you’d definitely be late to your appointment. And being late to things was something you obtained from Nanami.

While the ride was short, Gojo was thoughtful to remove his blazer and storing it the trunk of his car. To help minimize the aroma of his cologne and was also considerate to roll his windows down just for you.

“So if I may ask, is everything alright? You aren’t sick are you? I honestly didn’t expect you to say you needed to be dropped off at a clinics office” Gojo had ask you, you smile over at him taking glances at the man.

“Well I hope to find everything alright soon enough after my checkup,” you say while turning back to face the window watching as you get close to your said destination.

“You know (Y/N)… I know this may be sudden but,” Gojo turns his head to look at you, still looking out the window. He takes note of the way your hair flows with the wind and how your eyelashes flutter each time you blink. He was in total awe.

“I was wondering if by chance you’d like to grab lunch sometime?” Gojo’s voice wavers just for a second until he turns to look back at the road, awaiting your response in hope you’d consider his offer. The moment of silence causes his hope to falter though.

In any other instance that you were to be invited to lunch with a man who looked as handsome as Gojo does, you’d be in total giddiness.

But in your current state you pitied yourself. If what is portrayed in media is true, Gojo will probably see you as a waste of time once he knew you were with child with another man.

“Gojo…” the tone of your voice makes him mentally prepare for the rejection to come “I would love to but I can’t at the moment.” You hands play with the hem of your shirt trying to not look at him because of the embarrassment of your forced rejection.

“It’s alright (Y/N), I can understand why,” Gojo exclaims reassuring you that it’s fine. In which you were grateful for.

Come to think of it, though you had reluctantly declined his offer earlier to take you wherever you needed to go, and clearly ended up accepting.

I can already hear the lecture Nanami will give me for getting into a car of practically a stranger.

Well, would have gave you.

Seeing the clinic come into view you take one last glance at Gojo, knowing it’ll probably be the last time you’ll see the man.

As he pulls into the parking lot of the clinic, Gojo takes notice at the fact it was not a regular doctors clinic. Planned Parenthood in front of him.

Noticing the silence that consumed the car you knew Gojo had seen it. Before finally breaking the awkward silence, Gojo’s words fill the silence first.

“I hope we can see each other again (Y/N),” his voice is as soft as a feather “if you need anything please don’t hesitate to ask me.”

He wanted you asked right in that moment. For though he had just met you a sudden void that once was empty inside of him felt an urge to protect you.

You eyes slightly open in shock at the offer. You were preparing for Gojo to send you off with judgement being the last thing you saw on his face.

Instead you were met with the look of gentleness in his eyes casted down on you.

Nanami returned to his office building with a distressed expression. He was fifteen minutes past his break. Coming back into his office, he saw Kuina there waiting for him. An annoyed look by him did not go unnoticed to her.

“Where did you go Nanami, you had promised me we’d eat together today! Now your food is all cold.” Kuina pouted at him with her arms crossed.

She expected him to walk over to her and apologize. It’s the least he can do

Looking over at her with a look on his face that he could care less. Not wanting to be bothered he dismisses her voice while walking back behind his desk preparing to finish all the tasks at hand.

Kuina gave him a questioning look before dramatically walking her way out of his office.

For him, nine pm could not come faster enough.

He needed to go home to you.

After coming home from your checkup, you made it your priority to get your personal belongings in order. Nanami hasn’t bothered to come back to your shared home for quite sometime. And if he does, he does so knowing you aren’t home.

So hearing the front door practically slam open you’re startled from your train of thought in the process of packing your belongings trying to get a head start knowing in just days you’ll be hearing back from the owner of an apartment you looked into.

Nanami’s footsteps were storming in the direction of your once shared bedroom, the door opening to his tall frame coming into your view. Uncertain of his behavior and unsure of what was going on, standing up you’re facing him just feet away.

“How do you know Saturo Gojo? Why were your with him?” Nanami’s sudden outburst of questions leave you almost confused.

“Nanami what the hell-,” you start but he just slowly started to make his way towards you, causing you to back away.

You have never seen him act this way. You didn’t even once think he could.

“Were you seeing him while we were together?” The question almost makes your heartbreak as if it was possible for the second time. He was accusing you of infidelity.

“What? No!” You wanted to explain but you felt it was no use. The man you once loved looked as if he was no longer there.

“Nanami, what has gotten into you?” Tearing forming in your eyes, you hands cover you mouth holding in your cries.

“I saw you with him today (Y/N), you had no business in getting into another man’s car when you’re a married woman!”

“Married? Nanami you were the one who went behind my back in having an affair with your coworker!” As he gets closer you get a faint smell of alcohol.

“Nanami, are you drinking again?” The questions stayed unanswered as he finally made his way to you, trying to make your way out the door you felt his hands harshly grab yours. You were scared. You knew he would never harm. You knew he couldn’t.

But as his grasp only tightened your hands desperately try to fight him off, but to no avail.

“Nanami please, let go of me!” Tears are really falling from your eyes now.

Can this truly be the man who you once talked about raising a family together someday? The man who promised you to fulfilled your dream in becoming a loving mother with him by your side?

Hands still desperately trying to push him away you began to get restless.

“Nanami let go of me,” with a look of despair in your face looking up at him “…please. I’m pregnant.”

He swore he saw your mothers eyes in yours.

Please promise to take care of my daughter Kento

10:15 pm

Gojo’s eyes kept looking over to you, and then your wrists. They were slightly bruised from what he can tell. Holding yourself, your body language was frail and tired.

He answered your call at the third ring, your shaky and low toned voice were the only thing that he needed to hear for him to get up frantically from his bed and make his way to you. And he wasted absolutely no time.

Now that’s where you find yourself. Laying on the man you had just met that same day bed. And though you were beyond grateful Gojo was there for you in a heartbeat, you feel completely and utterly alone. With family scattered throughout the country, and a life growing inside of you. You couldn’t just pull insane amount of savings you had accumulated for yourself. All the next choices you were going to face all trickle down on how the it’ll affect the baby inside of you.

The baby.

Memories of when you and your mother flood your mind. The way she always mentioned she couldn’t wait for the day she has her first grandchild. How your baby will have her unconditional love.

For her baby to have a baby.

Though your heart ached your body was incapable of any more tears. Just sniffles consumes the tall ceilings of Saturo’s bedroom. Letting them faintly echo towards the living room where Gojo does not catch an ounce of rest checking in on your every twenty some minutes for his own peace of mind.

‘(y/n)….(y/n)’

Your eyes flutter open to be met with your mothers.

‘Mom?’ you find yourself in a bed of grass. The moonlight shining bright upon you, tall trees with wind calmly brush through leaves.

‘(Y/N), I’ve been waiting for you my love.’

A sudden wave of nostalgia fills you. ‘Is this real?’

The sound of your moms soft laughter fills your ears.

‘As real as I’m allowed to’

The angst in your voice causes it to crack as you dream about feeling your mothers touch again.

You can see your mothers face change as she senses your sadness.

‘(Y/N), what’s wrong my dear?’

‘I’m sorry, mommy I didn’t mean to disappoint you’

The events you experienced earlier flood back into your mind, it was everything that your mother feared and hoped you never found yourself in.

‘Oh sweetie you didn’t, you were everything I ever wanted you to be. I looked over you handle everything with grace’

Her hand went up to wipe away your tears. But the phantom feeling never came.

‘In another life,’ your mothers voice getting noticeably further ‘I’d be there ever step of the way with you. In this one, I’ll be looking over you’

Gojo’s hand hovers over his door handle, hearing your faint cries longing to comfort you.

Slow burn obviously don’t work around here

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#nanami x y/n #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #gojo x reader #nanami angst #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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estrellayluna · 15 days

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Away From Harm

Gojo • Nanami • Choso • Sukuna • Toji

How I picture the jjk men comforting you? Saving you?

With visuals! Click underlined links!

Gojo Saturo

Gojos instincts overall would be at an ultimate high to keep you from harms way. But in moments when he couldn’t, he’d immediately finish any and all curses that dared harm you in his presence. Before rushing to your side, Gojo makes sure nothing will try to get in his way again. With a stern concern plastered on his face, he gently scoops you into his arms looking at your delicate face as your eyes flutter so slightly murmuring his name. Gojo only reassures you that your safe now that he has you back in his arms.

Nanami Kento

Nanami would absolutely dread being assigned to missions with you. He hates if you were harmed in his presence and god forbid he can’t protect you or save you in time. So when the two of you are separated because of a curse luring you both away from each other, his instincts kicks in when realizing you were no longer by his side. Becoming absolutely feral, he puts an end to any and all curses play looking everywhere for you. Before coming into contact with you, he always inspects your body for any harm and injury before helping you up on your feet whilst reassuring he’s got you back with him and nothing ain’t gonna hurt you no more.

Choso Kamo

Choso absolutely refuses to let you get harmed while in his presence. He could be fighting his opponents and at the same time have his instincts be on high alert on you. Each time he notices his opponent set their eyes on you he would see red knowing their intentions are to harm you thinking that would cause him to slip up. And with that, he never lets his opponent even touch you. Choso will always be there to catch you even if you happen to fall in the slightest in his presence.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji will always get the job done first. That’s just how he is. He would be annoyed that his opponent managed to get near you and he would quickly draw them away creating distance from preventing you in being targeted again. When he finally puts an end to the fight, he walks over to you. Getting you up on your feet and towering over you inspecting your features for any signs of discomfort or pain that you may have. One hand holding you by your waist and the other caressing your cheek and lips, telling you to focus on him before assuring that you are okay. His raspy voice asking you if you felt anything broken, before taking you back down to his place.

Sukuna

Sukuna would never have you anywhere near the chaos he ensues. He knows even at times he takes things absolutely batshit crazy far. Your body cannot handle the intensity of it all. So when his raging moment of insanity dissipates and settles down, he acknowledges the state you were in. Lost in the moment, he forgets to build a shield between the both of you. Call it interlinked. You are bound to him the moment he made you his. For you to be his true one and only devoted. Your body aching, barely being able to stand on your own two feet, Sukuna catches you before making his way back to where he resides with you.

Not proofread, shit unsaved on me twice

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #nanami x reader #nanami kento #choso x reader #choso kamo #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #sukuna #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu kaisen

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estrellayluna · 17 days

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Heartbroken

Nanami Kento • Toji Fushiguro • Gojo Saturo ( Separate posts )

How I envision the three men would break your heart

Visuals will be linked, please check them out!

Nanami Kento

( let’s pretend he’s 21 bc I just can’t picture him ever cheating at his big age!!)

You had told Nanami you would be gone for the majority of the day with your friend unsure of what time you would make it back. Though you had planned this day with your friend for quite sometime you had felt guilty that you didn’t make time for Nanami, surprisingly he had the day off as well. You were a little saddened as to why he didn’t feel the need to tell you but he reassured you that you’d just enjoy the beautiful day you two had woken up to.

Though the respected careers that the both of you have, you’ve noticed it had managed to make a wedge between the two of you.

Not wanting to get your hopes up, you tried to mentally promise yourself you could try to make it back to Nanami’s place just before 7pm that day and spend the remainder of the late afternoon with your love.

That is what you hoped.

You had asked your friend to drop you off at Nanami’s instead of your place. With not many shopping bags with you, you didn’t feel the need to go back to yours. You saved as much energy for the remainder of the day. Though in mind, hoping to see Nanami and surprise him once again just to probably lay in each others arms had kept you pretty content.

What you had at expect was to find Nanami being folded by another woman.

Candles warmly illuminating the living room, whilst soft music could be heard just mere inches away in Nanami’s record player.

The record player that you gifted him over a year ago. The candles you had gotten him when you were out shopping at home decors.

Have the both of you been so caught up in your work life you never noticed he must have been going behind your back in secrecy.

But never in a million years would you think that the man you loved, Nanami Kento cheat on you.

Not wasting another breath your own feet seem to guide you because the pit in your stomach would have rather you projectile in then and there.

Almost stumbling your way outside the building where Nanami resides, the rush of cold air almost made you sick

You felt your body want to reject everything that just happened.

Making your way down the street to go literally anywhere you hear him call out your name.

Shame, embarrassment and pity is all you felt when you heard him call for you. Not looking back, and your the heels of your feet in agony in the stomping unbeknownst to you while you fled.

Nanami pulls you by your left arm begging you to look at him.

Embarrassment.

Please, let me explain to you

You felt utterly disgusted at the thought of his hands ever touching someone else’s skin. Not before or after, but whilst the two of you were still together.

What could there possibly be to explain

You felt your cheeks get getting puffy already, trying to pull your arm away from his

I am sorry, I didn’t want you to find out this way

Before he could say anything else the sudden urge to punch him was enough to know it was over between you. Because there was hatred within it.

But he knew just as well as anyone you could never.

Feeling numb, your hand went up to punch him on the shoulder.

Though instead of hatred it was just a punch of pain and agony.

How could you Nanami, you had me!

Another miserable punch landed on his chest this time, tears eventually rolling down your face

The less days we had together-

No Nanami, don’t make excuses! Because not once did I ever see you differently! And especially anyone else!

The last final blows of your weak punches find their way to the collar of Nanami’s shirt so desperately trying to hold on.

All you heard was the sigh coming from his mouth. And it made you feel worthless all over again.

It’s not fair Nanami

I’m sorry…

Tell me why I had to type the whole damn link character by character omfg

#nanami angst #nanami kento #nanami fluff #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n

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estrellayluna · 17 days

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In another life

Nanami Kento

Synopsis : You promised yourself that you wouldn’t have the same unfortunate fate that your mother had gone through with love. Until your whole world comes crumbling down discovering your husband’s infidelity. Through tears and heartbreak you recall your mothers last words.

(We all know he would never!!) (please check out link once you see it for visuals!!!)

One text message from an unsaved number. One simple message was the reason your whole world came crumbling down in just seconds.

It was vile. The photo. It seemed as if whoever took the photo was in a rush to capture it. A little blurred in some spots but you could immediately make out what it depicted.

Your husband, Nanami having his arms wrapped around a waist of another woman just steps away from his desk. Whoever the woman was, her head was slightly tilted looking up at him with a smile on her face. Arms loosely wrapped around his shoulder blades.

At a loss for words and seemingly unaware the breaths you were holding in, the sudden ache you felt in your chest was growing deeper. Tears forming just before multiple escaping your eyes.

You didn’t want to believe it, but how could you not? The moment you felt the ache in your chest you knew.

4 months earlier

The sounds of monitors and footsteps were faint outside the door of your mothers hospital room. The room’s television on low volume as you peel a bright colored orange.

It has been a while coming but your mothers health has been declining since the last attempt of hope with needed surgery. But unfortunately to no avail.

And as much as you wished for your mother to keep fighting she finally made the decision to leave this world in peace. No more mustering up the little strength she had left to the annoyance of appointments or the continuous failed improvements.

So you devoted your time to spend as much time with your mother as you could.

“How is Nanami doing (Y/N),” your mother asks in a soft voice while looking over to you “he hasn’t come along with you for the past 3 weeks or so. Is everything alright?”

Finally finished with peeling the orange and setting it down you smiled at her, “he’s doing fine mom, just busy at work these days. He actually got promoted up at his office job a few days ago.�� You tell her with a smile on your face.

Your mother slightly gasps with joy, clasping your hands with yours she beams.

“I’m so happy to hear that, I’m sure the both of you will continue to live a nice peaceful life together. He’s a good man darling, I’ll be able to leave this world in peace knowing you’ll be well taken care of.”

You smile at her words, a pang of joy and sadness.

Your mother was a single mother raising you all on her own. Your father was in the picture up until the age 11. From then on his visits were some and then eventually no more.

Though you didn’t hate him, you grew up more focused on the fact of trying your best to be a good daughter. Not causing too much stress to your mother.

Your father was your mothers first and only love. Only as time passed by, he became unfaithful. Your mother immediately took action into trying to become the best mother she can be with the so little she had. You grew up to promise yourself you refuse to let the same happen to you. To not let this curse that your father casted upon your mother trickle down to you.

“(Y/N), do you want to know why I always called you my little star,” you mother brings up. you can tell she was growing tired some.

8:30 pm

Visiting hours will end soon.

You hum in response, smoothing out the blanket that lays just between you two.

“Because moths always look for light in the darkness. You are my light and star (Y/N). I will forever be grateful to have had you as my daughter.”

Before visiting hours came to an end your head falls onto her lap, tears streaming down as her hands strokes your hair.

Moths look for the light in the darkness

Everything you had planned for, promised yourself and your mother was eradicated. You wanted to scream. To make a mess of everything in this home you two shared.

But you can only frown at the thought of your mother disapproving those actions.

You had no idea what to do.

More importantly, what to do with the hidden pregnancy test you tucked away inside your side of the dresser.

Wiping your tears away, headed towards your shared room you look for the test.

You tried to recall when it must have all changed. Was it when Nanami was promoted at work that he was moved to the upper level of the office building?

You recall the first couple of times you stopped by to deliver him lunch that he had forgotten.

The atmosphere was not as welcoming as his previous position. You had felt out of place when just simply asking for your husband at the front desk.

Rummaging through your belongings looking for the damn test you heard the front door open to your apartment.

8:45 pm

Though it was somewhat late, you hadn’t expect him to arrive just yet.

You froze, not sure of anything anymore.

A part of you wanted to confront him, and the other part of you just wanted to be comforted, to be told it was a fake. Absolutely anything else other than being told it was true.

Is this the end?

Finally spotting the pregnancy test you sat down in the corner of the king size bed. Holding the pregnancy test close to you, but hidden from anyone else’s view.

You hadn’t bothered to put all the clothing that fell from your frantic digging back inside.

So when Nanami walked in your shared bedroom, it was the first thing he saw.

“What the hell happened in here?” Nanami sighed placing his briefcase aside the room.

Nanami noticed your lack on response and the fact you weren’t facing him.

“I didn’t intend to have you find out like this (Y/N),” your eyes slightly widen in shock. Nanami brought his left hand to sooth the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know who must have sent that photo to you. And I don’t intend to let that person have the satisfaction of knowing it actually got to you. Though I do have a few people in mind.” Nanami headed towards the closet to find a more comfortable to change into.

If you didn’t think your heart was beating, his lack of empathy causes your heart to break into a million pieces.

How could he be so calm about this..

“Why Nanami,” your voice trembles, your heart beating faster than ever “what caused this to happen?”

Nanami now finally walked towards you, trying to clasp your hands into yours you refuse to budge. The test tightly protected in your hands unbeknownst to him.

Nanami sighs again with a tight stern look on his face. Knowing there’s no longer any chance you’ll be able to come back from it all.

“When your mother passed away you became a shell of yourself (Y/N). It was easy in the beginning to be there for you. But it eventually turned into mindless sex as an escape for you. I did not want to hurt your decisions into avoiding the reality of losing your mother. If you hadn’t ignored your grief,” Nanami continues while taking off his glasses and watch setting them aside, glancing at your reflection at the mirror in front of him. Your eyes finally met “perhaps I could have better helped you understand (Y/N).”

“Who is she? Is she a coworker of yours?” At Nanamis confession, you felt numb. All the anger and sadness you felt dissipated. You wanted nothing more now than to go to sleep and dream of your mom comforting you and feel her hand stroke your hair again even for a mere moment inside your unconscious mind.

“Her name is Kuina. She was employed just a month into when your mother passed,” Nanami turned around to face you, leaning against the drawer head turned slightly down, arms crossed “I didn’t think I would have ever been one to end up doing such a thing (Y/N). I’m sorry.”

‘I’m sorry’

Nanami walked out into the living room closing the door behind him.

6 years ago

“Mom are you alright?” Walking into your moms room seeing her working on paper work for your grandmother. Gathering information about her as needed for the funeral home to work on her death certificate.

Your mom looked frantic and tired. Noting the atmosphere felt different, “hey mom, where’s Karube?” Your mom looked up at you putting up a brave face.

“Karube and I are no longer together (Y/N). He and I just realized we weren’t a match really. No need to worry.”

Karube ended up cheating on my mother around the same time my grandmother passed away.

Not only did you fail in keeping that promise you made yourself all those years ago.

You failed your mom too.

Hearing the faint sounds of the television being turned on just outside the living room, you tried your best to muffle your cries as it all eventually settled inside of you.

‘You were my light in times of darkness’

Hugging yourself to sleep, it didn’t take long as your cries settled you down.

It’s been a week since everything was brought to light. And just 3 days ago you were met with a few documents settled on the main wooden table of the home.

Divorce papers

You sigh with stress laced within. You avoided even looking through everything until the night before your first appointment with your doctor.

Frantically filing everything down, deciding on stopping by Nanamis office before heading to your doctors to drop off the paperwork.

Your walk to Nanamis workplace wasn’t how it was before. Your gentle smiles while walking is now replaced by a neutral toned face. The warmth of the sun is no longer a lovely feeling but a sticky hot feeling all over your body.

You hated to be a burden at such a young age. That night, after Nanamis confession you held out on telling him.

Guilt swept over you as you realized how tragic it all is.

This baby wasn’t due to the love you both have for each other, at least not anymore. It’s due to your wanting to escape from your grief.

Oh how your mother would be saddened.

Walking up to Nanamis now private office, trying your best to keep your head held high. You noticed that some look over at you knowing the gossip that had gone around. And others who seem to not care at all. You were silently grateful for the few.

Reaching his office, you knocked twice. Looking over your shoulder to see few of his fellow colleagues quickly look away from you as if they weren’t popping their eyes at the front seat view they had.

You let yourself in once you heard an approval from the other side.

Whispers soon ensued as the door closed behind you.

Nanami was looking over paperwork at his desk, eyebrows furrowed in whatever god knows what he deals with nowadays.

“I came to drop off the divorce paper work Kento.” Stating as you walk up his desk, your soft footsteps and his quick writing with pen hitting his paper being the silence breaker between the two of you.

Nanami drops his pen on his desk and looks up at you.

The tall windows of his office gently illuminated your face, earrings softly shimmering and pieces of your hair fall front of your face framing a delicate balance to your face.

‘You became a shell of yourself’

You didn’t try to improve your appearance just for him. Matter of fact you did it for yourself. You refused to let his words eat your self conscious.

Plus, your mother always told you how important it is to be presentable to the public. Not for the approval of others but for your own self.

Handing him the folder, your hands softly brush against each others.

Keeping your calm composure, you stood straight ready to turn around and leave.

“(Y/N)-“ Nanami starts but you had cut him off.

“I plan to leave the apartment soon Kento. If approved in just days time, you need not worry about me being in that place anymore,” you ushered as to turn around once again “have a good day Kento.”

Pushing his office doors to open and leave this place once and for all, you open the doors to Kuina waiting just outside the doors.

You should have known his office colleagues were just as wanting to know what must have been discussed behind the closed doors.

As your eyes met Kuina’s, all you had left in you was a smile.

Just as the doors of his office completely closed, Nanami caught a glance at the exchange.

Deep down inside he knew he had caused enough pain when all you did was smile at her.

As the elevator descends to the lower floors of the building it stopped just below the floor that Nanami once was.

As people come in and go, a tall man with white hair and circular dark navy shades shuffled his way to your side as the elevator doors close descending back down once again.

Wood scents, with a note of eucalyptus

You’re familiar with this scent of the man standing next to you. It’s nothing new. Besides you’re fond of the scent. Nothing extreme from what you’ve come across before. Men and their obnoxious amount of sprays.

So you weren’t so sure as to why the man’s scent next to you caused you to almost gag out loud inside the cramp elevator.

Catching your action swiftly your hand goes up to cover your mouth, catching the attention of the tall white haired man.

Looking down at you he asks “you alright miss?”

The elevator finally opens to the first floor and you quickly nod as you try to quickly get out.

“Woah I’m sorry! Was it my doing? Do I smell bad today?” The man looks in disbelief and quite embarrassed.

“No no no,” you try to apologize for your actions “it was actually just me! Im sensitive to smells at the moment.” You tried to explain in embarrassment.

As people continue to pass by the man shyly smile at you, his cheeks turned slightly blushed.

“I apologize then Miss…” he trails off, smiling back once again you introduced yourself “(Y/N) (L/N).”

“Nice to meet you (L/N), I’m Gojo Satoru.”

12:44 pm

My appointment is soon, but almost gagging earlier has given me anxiety. What if I can’t make it in time?

It was like if the man you just met sense your urgency and asked if things are alright.

“Oh thank you for the offer, but I’m fine I can go on my own!” You exclaimed as you start to walk towards the front entrance.

The white haired man caught up to you once again before beaming at you with a flashy smile of his

“No worries (L/N), I don’t mind!”

Looking down at the time you realized perhaps it would be best. You were anxious all week once you made your appointment for the doctors.

Looking around your surroundings before finally agreeing, you smiled back up at him thanking him.

You thought you’d follow him to the parking structure but his car was pulled up by the valet.

As the valet driver approached to open your door, Gojo reassured him letting himself open the door for you. Thanking him before settling inside his car, he was walking over to the drivers side.

Gojo looked up feeling a stare burn behind him, before driving away.

Y’all idk where this one is going either y’all were supposed to die & be sad.

Part 2? Idk either

(Not proofread I’ve been typing 3 hours straight.)

#nanami x y/n #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #nanami angst #gojo angst #jjk kento #nanami fluff

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estrellayluna · 18 days

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Devotion Nanami Kento

Synopsis : Dreaming of your late father, you realized visiting his grave shouldn’t feel like chore nor burden. You change the way you view visiting his grave with the simple pleasures of a bakery that’s right next door to the flower shop.

(This is a bit long, please bear with me)

To say you had been woken up due to the early sun beaming through your blinds would be an understatement. Unfortunately this morning you were woken up due to a cold sweat, seeming to gasp for air at the same time.

It has been 5 months since the day you lost your father. And just in 7 days, it’ll be the 6th month mark. The thought of another month since his passing caused you to drown yourself in the comfort of your blankets, trying to block the sun from bothering you anymore along with the rest of your problems.

Hoping to rest just a while longer was cut short to your phone ringing somewhere alongside you. Desperately trying to find the device to put an end to the loud disturbance you answered the phone while mustering the strength to get out of bed.

“Hello?”

“(Y/N) sweetie, how are you?” It was the soothing voice of your mother on the other end.

“Hi mom, I just woke up not long ago actually. If it weren’t for your call right now I would still be rotting in bed.” Your mom let out a soft laugh, causing you to smile.

“Well I’m glad I was of help this early in the morning my love, I just wanted to call you and check up. It doesn’t seem to get any easier for me to make it non awkward for us.” You sighed just lightly hoping your mom didn’t catch.

“6 months soon and I still can’t seem to get it right can I, (Y/N)?” You hum in response to your mom.

“It’s nothing to worry about mom, I’m an adult now. If I were a child I think fathers whole passing would have been a whole different story for us.” You respond calmly while making your way to the kitchen.

Your parents divorced when you were a child. Being raised by a single mother and only seeing your father on the weekends growing up. Most young kids tended to favor the father more but seeing your mother struggle to make ends meet made you see things differently at a young age. Especially once you were understanding of the situation was when your mother told you the truth. Your father was unfaithful to your mother.

“Plan on doing anything special this time around (Y/N)?” Your mother asks as you pour yourself a cup of tea. You paused. ‘Should I tell her?’

Since your fathers passing, you couldn’t really make out what to think about it. Of course you were sad. But ultimately each time you actually sat down and thought about it, you felt nothing. Like a void that was not empty nor full. In the beginning your mother was concerned, causing her to have her own doubts if she had done the right thing years ago in opening up to you about the truth.

But you had reassured her multiple times in the past that even before being revealed to the truth that your relationship with your father was strained. Something you also couldn’t pinpoint as to why. So there was no need to worry she failed to protect you and your relationship with your father.

“I dreamt about him last night mom.” You replied in a hushed tone while sitting down on your small circular wooden table.

“It was a short dream. Though it felt so real. I couldn’t make him out in the beginning but once I realized it was him I broke down. He was two other little kids alongside with him. They were both girls. One at least two years old and another eleven years old,” you started to feel hot tears forming in your eyes “it felt so real mom. I don’t know where people go once they pass but if that was a sign that he’s doing alright I’ll go along with that.” Tears started to stream down your face, your left hand holding your phone up to your ear and your right clutching your chest.

“Well it’s a possibility that could be true my love. When your father passed I liked to think he’s with your older sister sometimes too.”

Your mothers response made you smile, wiping away your tears you let out a small laugh.

“Do you think the younger child must be another’s lovers child?” You respond with a witty tone that makes the both of you laugh.

“Sometimes I wonder how serious and unserious you can be at times (Y/N)” you mother says while calming down.

“You should visit him more often (Y/N).”

Walking back towards your room, leaving the forgotten tea you had make earlier and walking towards your bedroom window to open and let fresh mourning air in you hum in response, “I’ll try my best mom.”

“I forgave your father a long time ago (Y/N), I hope you can as well someday.” Looking over at your clock,

9:35am

“Thank you mom, for everything.” You knew your smile could be felt on the other end for your mother, “I love you so much (Y/N) I’ll try my best to visit you soon, try to have a productive day today!”

After ending the call with your mom, you promised her you would. Starting with making your bed.

11:40am

Locking your apartment door behind you and putting your keys in your bag you walked down towards the entrance of your apartment building.

The sunny weather felt like a warm blanket as you walk down the street while soft breezes pass you. You don’t live far from the city’s downtown where all the restaurants, shops and livelihood are.

After the phone call with your mother you had a moment thinking of what she had told you.

I forgave your father a long time ago

The feeling of guilt almost entirely overcame you until you had promised your mother you’d have a productive day.

And you knew deep down inside your father wouldn’t want you rotting away in bed and be a lazy person ignoring their problems.

With almost nothing to do on your day off you decided to visit your fathers grave while the weather is still warm.

You almost never visit your fathers grave, and if you do it always been less than shamelessly 15 minutes.

Shaking away your thoughts as you come closer to the flower shop, the smell of freshly baked goods seem to get closer. Looking past the flower shop, you see an entrance to what seemed to be a small tucked away bakery. You hadn’t noticed until now that there was such a place.

Granted when you stop by the flower shop it was always a swift stop as you tend to always wish to get visiting his grave over as quickly as possible.

Looking down at the time,

12:02pm

It was still early in the day, plus being eager to get about your day you forgot to bring a water bottle with you, you couldn’t see why not stopping for a quick refreshment at the bakery.

Walking inside, you were immediately greeted by the smell of the warm sweet treats and the friendly atmosphere. Not too busy but just a little tight for your liking.

Perhaps next time I can plan to take some baked goods with me to the gravesite

Walking up to the counter you order a cup of lemonade and requested a small cup of water to accompany.

Deciding to enjoy and bask in the smell of the bakery you sat down in the nearest small table in front of the window, sipping on your refreshments as well as just looking out the bakery’s window watching as life goes by.

The bakery’s peace was at a mellow stance until your thoughts were interrupted by the doors bell ding, and steady footsteps being heard ushering towards the front.

You looked over to see a tall frame in a dark mocha colored suit sort of frantically trying to get his order in as fast as possible.

Not wanting to seem so curious you look back towards the window, unbeknownst in looking at the man’s reflection.

Tall, blond, fit, nice looking suit. He must be a businessman.

As the man turns around to wait for his order to be ready at the other end of the counter, he slightly leaned back checking his watch in haste, sighed in what seemed of exhaustion, quickly looked up while still waiting

His eyes met yours in the reflection of the window.

Caught, you felt your ears get hot and you looked away from the reflection of his eyes. Looking down, anywhere but back at his.

Trying to smoothly drink quickly the remainder of your beverages left, you got up and quickly thanked the staff before heading out.

As you walked past the window you were looking out of just now you tried your best to not look back in again to see if the tall man was still there. Filled with blush and embarrassment you quickly opened the door to the flower shop.

“Yes those are beautiful, I’ll take just a small bouquet of those daisies please.” Smiling at the older lady, and as she starts to make her way towards the back to prepare the bouquet your steps head towards the display of all the other flowers the shop had displayed.

Nothing it was just yourself in the shop you noticed how quiet it was inside, the faint sounds of the scissors being put to work in trimming your bouquet.

Deep in thought of the beautiful colors the flowers came in you hadn’t notice that another person walked into the shop.

“Tiger flowers, vibrant as can be around this time around,” the soft voice of a man says behind you.

Taken out of your thoughts, you look up quickly seeing the reflection of the green tinted windows of the flower shop you see the man from the bakery behind you.

Swiftly turning around to meet the man’s eyes you could feel your whole face feel hot, unsure to smile or apologize for earlier at the bakery.

Looking at him closer, you note his features. His strong facial expressions, his circler metal glasses, and his lips.

Does this man have a permanent frown? He’d be totally more inviting if he didn’t..

Pushing your thoughts away you smiled at the man, agreeing with him.

“Yeah, the vibrant colors are beautiful.” You responded, not sure on how this conversation would go.

Before more words can be said the flower shop employee had just finished your bouquet of flowers you requested.

“Miss (L/N), I got your bouquet all nice and ready!”

In the beginning of the your fathers passing, you had frequent here at the flower shop, and you explained as to why you were buying flowers in the first place to the elderly worker. She didn’t pry but she had vaguely mentioned how certain flowers have different meanings. You can recall how generous she was and how she took care into making your bouquets.

Looking back at the counter you smiled back at her and headed towards her, ready to make your purchase. Not before giving one last smile towards the man.

As you pull out your wallet, you hear the lady greet the man.

“Oh Kento! It is nice to see you again! How are you? Looking at different flowers today? I can assure you those Tiger Flowers can last up to two weeks!”

The man’s footsteps can be heard walking towards the both of you.

“Thank you Mrs. Ua, but I intend to buy white roses this time.” The man now standing next to you stands tall and firm, so tall he’s looking down at the elderly lady.

“Oh well Kento, I’ll just have to keep hoping both of your two’s healing journey will show you how other flowers can look just as lovely placed onto headstones!”

Slightly shocked at her response, you looked up at the man

So he’s visiting someone too? I figured he was probably coming in to buy his significant other flowers

“I’m sure soon enough we can Mrs. Ua,” Kento responded whilst looking down at your bouquet that was placed gently on the counter, “Mrs. Ua, actually I’ll go ahead and change the white roses to daisies as well. And you can go ahead and allow me to pay for this woman’s bouquet as well.”

How many times am I going to keep being heating up because of this man?

Trying to calm yourself down, you quickly object.

“Oh! Oh no, please it’s totally fine! You don’t have to!”Blushing furiously now the man looks down at you, slightly smiling.

“Please, allow me to. It would certainly brighten up my day.”

An excited coo can be heard from Mrs. Ua

Had you ever think that you’d be walking now alongside a man you had just met less than 30 minutes ago. No.

Whilst Mrs. Ua was preparing his bouquet small talk had to ensue. If it hadn’t been for the man you had learned name was Kento, he was the first to start.

“Are you headed to visit a love one as well?” He asked you while leaning on the flower shops counter this time, whilst you still faced towards the back. Once again the faint hearing the faint scissors at work.

“Yes, I am. I am planning to visit my late father today,” your heard turns toward the man, slight tilting your head up to look at him, “are you doing the same?”

The blonde man looks down at you quickly before looking away again, facing the shops display of flowers.

“Yes I am, except I plan to visit my friend.” Smiling at him, “as sad as the circumstances may be, it’s nice to meet you-,” before you could say his name, he then finally introduced himself.

“Kento Nanami.” He looked down at you once again.

“(L/N) (Y/N),” you smiled at him, “it’s nice to meet you Kento Nanami,” with a beaming smile.

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I honestly have no idea where this is going. I started at 1 am, I’m pausing at almost 4 am. Please forgive me!! Also this blog is so old. I am no longer 19 anymore but 21. I hope to get back into writing.

I would love to hear feedback and suggestions to continue this little plot!

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami fluff #nanami x y/n

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estrellayluna · 2 years

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Me on my way to anonymously leave another heartfelt, heartbreaking, angsty, emotional, drama, no redemption ending, make the character suffer in the end, make the reader feel true heartbreak while reading request for my own emotional agenda in my favorite fan fiction authors asks.

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estrellayluna · 3 years

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I was like “that sounds really familiar but it must’ve been forever ago it’ll probably take me a while to scroll through my likes and find it”. Literally not even 3 seconds later😭 enjoy!

Can someone help me find this fic?

It’s about reader getting ready for her wedding (with naoya), but goes to Toji (i don’t remember why) and instead has sex with her with the excuse of seeing how fertile she was and what not, the servants are all worried cause they can’t find her and Toji is more than happy to send her away now that he’s “defiled his cousins bride”

I’ve been searching everywhere and I can’t seem to find the author 😭 thank you I’m advance!

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estrellayluna · 3 years

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Nothing like staying up all night and creating unrealistic scenarios in my head.

Just imaging Toji finding himself trying to stay hidden from you as he watches you and your s/o hold your daughters hand all walking side by side. And Toji just remembering his life with you before leaving the Zenin clan, his late wife, before leaving you. Even though he would be sad at the thought, but would love the sight of you after so many years.

And the plot twist? You still wearing the necklace Toji gifted you.

“Seems like you figured it out huh y/n”, Toji grimaced. It’s not like he didn’t want to have a future with you. He just couldn’t see it back then.

Yet watching you now...

“Dad? Do you know them?” Megumi asked with a bored expression.

“Yeah, that should’ve been your mom,” Toji chuckled.

Megumi deadpanned. Granted, Megumi never met his biological mother, it didn’t bother him. “C’mon let’s go.”

Before turning around Megumi took one last glance at the woman.

“It’s her, it has to be.”

Trying ever so quietly, Megumi snuck into Tojis closet. Before taking a moment to pause his movements and check if his father was nearby.

Successfully opening the hidden compartment his father had just beneath where he placed his shoes.

Megumi small hands reached for the black sketch book. Quickly skimming through the pages.

Before finally spotting it.

“It was her.”

“I hope we can all work well together.”

Megumi studied the girl from a distance standing behind everyone.

Megumi was a smart kid with excellent memory. It didn’t take much to put two and two together seeing the same necklace he saw so many years ago clasped around the new girl.

How could he not? Megumi would never admit it to his father but, he’ll take any piece of crumb his father would offer to get to know him visually or verbally. Past and present.

#toji x reader #I ❤️ heartbreak

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estrellayluna · 3 years

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@natqhly acting casual during after service dinner as if she wasn’t just thinking abt @poiseuns fic “God’s Whore” the entire time length of church service yesterday and creating scenarios of what is to come. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

#I’m not seeing heaven #a true godsend #poiseun I hope you have an amazing day 🧎🏽‍♀️#toji x reader

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estrellayluna · 3 years

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Dt Zaria ; @leviiattacks

I hope this post doesn’t come out of a unexpected surprise Zaria. But I hope whatever time and place you are reading this, that it brings some sort of comfort.

Instead of bringing up your current state of place, I want to appreciate you. And I’m sure I’m not alone. Your writing has probably across the globe, maybe even gained a huge following for many who also found comfort in yours.

From every single short writings and series, thank you for letting our imaginations roam with your writing.

I don’t know what you believe, or what you choose to let in by others. Yet I hope you’ll always remember you have people rooting for you. Job wise, education wise, writing wise, etc.

Please always remember that! Good luck Zaria.

- Sincerely from a devoted reader of yours, Nat

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estrellayluna · 3 years

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Tonight’s bed scenario is Levi finding your long written letter explaining yourself for your betrayal to Paradis after exposing your mission along with Reiner and Bertholdt.

Trying to reassure him everything between you and him was real. But instead of feeling anger, sadness consumes him seeing a pair of new born slippers along with your letter.

After returning to Marley, Reiner being a caring friend, saves you from banishment of carrying a island devils child. Successfully manipulating the people around you.

But throughout the years Reiner developed feelings for you knowingly he’ll never truly belong in a family that would never be his.

Pretending to be the father roll for the sake of you and your child.

This was so rushed. But this little scenario kind of gave me motivation to write something at least. Lol🐛 (once I get a new computer I promise I’m gonna write again ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ )

#aot x reader #levi x reader #reiner x reader

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estrellayluna · 3 years

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𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘵 𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘌𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 ┐(‘～`；)┌

#erwin x reader #levi ackerman #aot x reader

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estrellayluna · 3 years

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Shep,,, I am in LOVE. I would die for you >‿‿◕ tysm /kisskiss

Chase Your High

Continuation to Dazed.

✿ Pairing: stoner!Eren Jaeger x fem Reader

✿ Themes: 18+. NSFW. Fluff. Stoner BFF Eren throws another party, what could go wrong?

✿ Warnings: heavy marijuana and alcohol use, fondling/touching, drunk makeout sesh and fingering, care/praise kink? profanity. party & shower settings. sexual tension.

Word Count: 3.5k

Note: Dedicated to @natqhly (thank you for this bae, u made my freakin day)

“Hey, just wanted to let u know I’m having another party this Saturday. Mom and dad are gone for the week so this one’s gonna be way bigger than the last. I’ll cover weed and alc 4 u. miss seeing u around..”

You stare at Eren’s text for a little too long. It almost hurt to read even though he was being so sweet…

You think back to the party a few weeks ago, how he took such good care of you when you were stoned out of your mind. How you two cuddled in bed all night until you woke up the next morning. You snuck out of bed without waking him up, stopping to admire the drool on his chin and his major bedhead before quietly walking yourself out.

If you decided to go this time, you knew that couldn’t happen again.

Sasha told you that Eren and Krista hooked up a few nights after you slept with Eren. You had been avoiding him since. Nothing was established between you and him - he was technically fair game. But each time you thought about it, you felt a bitter tinge in your heart. You really just wanted him all to yourself.

You still needed to respond to his text.

“Hi Eren. Sure, sounds like fun. I’ll prob try to stay sober so don’t worry about covering anything.”

“Sounds good. Just want to see you :)”

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You’re on Eren’s porch again on Saturday with a hotter outfit on than usual, including a pair of short shorts. You can tell you showed up later than the rest of the crowd, as cars were lined up and down Eren’s street.

You ring the doorbell out of habit, then push open the door after realizing there was no need for manners at this hour.

Inside, the first thing you see is a very drunk Armin face down in the hallway.

“Oh god…” you whisper to yourself.

You walk over to him and crouch down, flipping him over gently.

“Armin? You in there, buddy?” you ask, tapping his face in the hope that he’d come to.

His eyes crack open a bit. “Oh wow!” he says silently, “You actually came! This is so - hic - exciting!”

“Hi there Armin, you alright?”

“Oh, sure, don’t you worry about me…” Armin responds, each word is slurred with the one before it, “Eren is gonna be so excited you’re here… He talks about you… all the time… thinks you’re mad… or something…love is... complicated…”

And with that, he’s out again.

You wonder if he’s telling the truth, Eren talks about you all the time? Love?

You lug Armin to the couch, covering him up with a spare blanket as you’re still trying to make sense of his drunken wisdom.

Your eyes divert to the open basement door after Armin is tucked in.

As you approach it, you make out a smoky haze floating over the stairs and loud music billowing up from a large speaker somewhere. Laughter and energetic conversations roar along with the music, and faint sounds of a game of beer pong echo up to your ears. It sounded way busier down there than it usually was. Eren was popular, but you'd never imagined him throwing something this big.

With a deep breath, you descend the steps.

Once you turn the corner toward the basement living room, you see just about everyone you knew, along with a couple dozen people you didn’t. Eren had really outdone himself.

Colorful strobe lights brighten the room, dancing across the walls and flashing every so often to illuminate certain scenes throughout the basement. Bass from the speaker reverbs through your ears and vibrates your chest. You could swear the floor was shaking with all of the bodies moving together down here.

Reiner and Bertholdt are neck and neck in a game of beer pong while Connie and Jean are hyping them up a little too loud from the sidelines. You keep walking closer, getting a glimpse of Sasha and Mikasa dancing sensually near the beer pong table, already giggly and drunk. Hopefully Connie and Jean get the hint.

You're finally excited to see a red-eyed Eren behind the wet bar, rolling a joint, of course, on the countertop.

And damn, did he look good tonight.

His bun was done more neat than usual, you guessed he took extra care pulling down the perfect pieces of hair to frame his face. He’s dressed in a plain grey crew neck and baggy jeans with rips in the knees that complimented his lanky body. He looked so much more put together than usual, was he dressing up for you?

He looks up to you as he’s licking the rolling paper - immediately dropping what he’s doing to give you a huge smile.

“Look who’s here guys!” Eren shouts as he walks over to you, “Just the girl I was looking for!”

He pulls you into a hug, wrapping a big arm around your back and your head. You laugh into his chest.

“Hi, good to see you too,” you say sweetly, looking up at him.

Eren pulls away from you and starts fumbling with something in his pants pocket.

“I, uhh,” he starts, “I have something for you.”

He pulls out an edible in a little bag that looks like a rice crispy treat. It did look tasty… he was pretty talented when it came to his secret baking hobby.

You ponder it for a moment. You knew that you’d get carried away if you didn’t stay sober. You’d pull some stunt to show Krista that Eren was yours, and make a giant messy fool of yourself, or worse.

Then, on cue...

“Oh hey Y/N, didn’t know you’d be here tonight! How great…” Krista chirps, now standing in between you and Eren.

You reach around her and grab the edible from Eren slowly. “Yup. Couldn’t miss free edibles!”

Eren chuckles a little at your new found interest. Krista is quick to engage him into some meaningless conversation and butt you out.

You eye Connie and Jean, who are now grinding up against Sasha and Mikasa in a dance circle. Unopened beer cans stand on the table next to them.

The atmosphere of the room was seducing you to abandon your cautions and let loose. You finally decide on joining in when Sasha and Mikasa come to grab you and pull you into the sea of dancing bodies.

After only a moment, staying sober was no longer on your mind.

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You ate that edible first, right? And you joined that group dance circle. And then Connie gave you some shots of… something… and a beer or two... and now you were in front of the toilet, with Mikasa holding your hair back.

All kinds of emotions bounced around in your drunken brain, and nothing seemed to make sense anymore. The last thing you wanted was for Eren to see you like this.

The door creaks open as you continue to hurl.

“Oh…” Mikasa says quietly.

You turn your head to see Eren in the doorway, his eyes and cheeks ruby red.

“Shit,” Eren says, stumbling a bit as he tries to balance against the bathroom sink. “You guys ok in here?”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Jaeger?” you spit out.

Your eyes become hot. You’ve started to cry.

“Hey? What’s wrong? Come on, let me help,” Eren pleads, extending a hand to you.

“No!” you yell, “go on, Eren, you know why I’m crying. Admit it!”

He stares down at you with flushed cheeks. He looks confused - but guilty. You just keep sobbing over the toilet.

You feel Eren pick you up from behind to hold you against his chest. He flips your legs around to straddle his waist.

“Put me down!” you sob, “you don’t get to go whore around and then act like everything is normal between us!”

You didn’t notice that Eren had carried you to the common room. Everyone had stopped their antics to look at you as you threw your fit, crying like a toddler in Eren’s arms.

“No need to worry guys, she’s just a sad drunk,” Eren laughs, trying to make a sorry excuse for a cover.

You scoff through your tears as your head rests on his shoulder.

Eren rushes you out of the room and up the basement steps, back toward his room again. You’d be nervous or excited or both if your brain didn’t feel this way currently.

He swings open his bedroom door while you continue squirming around in his arms, whining about drunken gibberish. His LED lights have painted the room a dark red color.

Eren attempts to lay you down on his bed, but stumbles a bit once he reaches it. He collapses on top of you, pressing your face down into his soft mattress.

“Shit… I’m sorry,” he says, swaying as he pushes his upper body off of the bed, moving his hands to either side of your waist. You lift your head off of the mattress and turn to pout at him, your face is still wet and snotty.

You see that his eyes have wandered down to your shorts, which had ridden up to expose your ass in the fall. You’re surprised to see a tense expression tainting his face now as his lips part like a freshly cut fruit.

“Eren…” you whisper.

“S-sorry.” He quickly pushes himself off the bed to stand behind you, diverting his gaze from your most intimate parts.

Your face gets desperate as you fantasize about what might have just gone through Eren’s head. You press your face back into the mattress to hide it. It felt so wrong - feeling your body heat up at the thought of your best friend getting off to you.

“So…” he starts, “you heard about me and Krista…”

“Mmhmmf,” you say, muffled by the mattress.

“Ahh, I figured you had by now.”

He pulls out a dab pen and takes a big hit to calm his jumbled thoughts, “I’m sorry. I should have told you… and I sorta fucking regret it.”

“Why?” you question, turning your head again, “She’s perfect. And she likes you.”

“Because she’s not…” he pauses to exhale his hit, “you.”

You.

Eren keeps staring hungrily down at your limp body on the bed. Both of you appear breathless as his words hang in the hazy air.

You stare back at him, his hair is messy, vapor swirls around his tall figure. His eyes are locked back on your ass - you can tell he’s nervous, needy.

“What do you m-“

“Is it alright if I… touch you?”

Moisture pools guiltily in your panties at his low words.

You debate it. You knew if this went badly, your friendship with Eren would be in jeopardy. But your body didn’t care.

You wanted him.

“Y-yes,” you whimper.

He swallows as a veiny hand slides under your shorts to cup your ass, kneading into it. You feel him extend a long finger under the rim of your panties, inching toward the innermost part of your thighs. Your breath is shaking at the new sensation.

Then, his touch disappears.

“Fuck,” he whispers, “I’m sorry, I’m just drunk and tempted.”

“Eren… you don’t need to stop…” you plead as you grip the sheets lightly, bracing yourself for more.

He pauses. You can tell he wants to keep going, to do all kinds of things to you. To leave you a wet, shaking mess underneath him on his soft mattress, the only thing left on your dizzy mind being his name.

“You’re fucked up, Y/N. We shouldn’t be doing anything like that right now. I’ve gotta get you to bed.”

That was the best thing about Eren, he would never break the habit of caring for you, not even when he’d rather be stealing whatever innocence you had left. You shift your body up from the mattress and turn to sit in front of him.

“Maybe… another time, ok?” he assures you, placing a hand on your hair.

His eyes study your face. You knew you looked a mess - and you felt it too, your face was sticky and your hair was stringy with sweat and spilt alcohol.

“Do you want to shower, or something?” he asks softly.

“Shower… yeah, I probably should,” you reply.

He scoops you up gently, assisting you to the bathroom attached to his room. You feel yourself wobbling a bit on the way - your head was still a spinning mess that the rest of your body wasn’t willing to listen to.

Eren opens the door up for you and helps you inside. You press a hand into his vanity to stabilize your woozy legs. You were unsure if you’d be able to keep yourself upright in a slippery shower.

An ounce of confidence washes over you just before Eren shuts the door behind him.

You grab his hand, holding him still.

“I think you should… shower too,” you whisper.

His eyebrows raise slightly while the two of you are locked in each other's gazes. His heart speeds up at your request as more thoughts of you whir through his brain- how your body would look, all wet and bare in front of him, all his to touch and please.

“You think?” he whispers, moving his face closer to yours. You could now smell the mixture of stale smoke and sweet cherry seltzer on his breath.

The two of you had never been this close.

Tension rises in your tummy as you move your hands to rest on his strong chest, bunching his shirt up a bit in your sweaty palms. He’s blushing now, his wet lips are parted while lidded eyes search your face. He places his hands on your waist, inching them down slowly to your hips, taking in the beautiful shape of your body.

His eyes wouldn’t stray from your lips as the two of you stood there, so intimate while both of your minds buzzed.

Eren’s heavy eyes close as yours do - his velvety lips connect with yours. He gently pulls your hips to press against his as both of your mouths move together. You grip his shirt tighter when you feel big hands advance to your ass. His fingers spread across it, trying to feel as much of you as he could.

“Damn,” he breathes, pausing to catch his breath for a moment. Lanky fingers loop under your shorts to trace over your bare ass cheeks.

Your stomach is doing flips now. A warm sensation runs throughout your core, stopping to pulsate in all the right places.

Eren is quick to lure your lips back to his, moving them rougher against yours this time around. The pressure of his muscular body on yours guides the two of you across the bathroom. Tongues now slid past teeth and twisted together, saliva leaves both of your lips coated.

The two of you stumble a bit as Eren reaches the shower and fumbles with the handle until hot water spews out of the shower head. He makes sure the kiss never breaks, only taking you in deeper.

The room quickly thickens with steam - prompting both of you to hurriedly take your clothes off. You only pause your kiss to slide your shirts over your heads, rushing back to each other’s desperate mouthes as fast as you could.

Eren takes your waist and steps into the shower, pulling you in after him. He presses your body up against the damp shower wall with strong hands as hot water rushes down both of your naked bodies. Eren pauses to breathe, still keeping his wet lips an inch from yours. Water drips from the ends of his hair and onto your bare chest. His lidded eyes follow the droplets down your body, making sure to take in every curve on their journey.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers. His tone is so sincere, but raspy with want.

You hadn’t worked up the courage to look down at his lower half yet. You didn’t know what to expect - and it showed on your timid face.

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” he whispers again, moving his eyes back up to connect with yours.

A hand runs over your wet hair and down your neck, soothing you. You let out a deep breath, keeping your eyes in Eren’s.

“Eren,” you whine, “please make me feel good.”

He pauses. “You know I want to, but I’m afraid I’d-“

“Trust me, I feel better now, you aren’t going to hurt me.”

You feel a hand move from your waist and over your hips, toward the area that had been pounding between your thighs for an hour now. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Two long fingers slide in between your legs, coating themselves in the wet mess you’d made. You’re panting now, the anticipation was killing you. All you could think about was how you ached for him so badly.

You finally look down, first observing the way his fingers were bent and positioned at your entrance. Then your eyes dart to his length. He was way bigger than you’d imagined. He was pretty too, all veiny and long. You knew he’d fit so perfect inside.

“Fuck,” you whisper. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“You want me in there?” he asks quietly.

“Please,” you whine, pushing yourself down onto his two fingers.

The pressure felt so nice on your walls as you ease him in. He slowly starts pumping in and out, warming up your pillowy insides to his touch. Every movement and sensation felt amplified from the remnants of marijuana still coursing through your veins.

He starts putting little bits of pressure on your g-spot, careful to ease you into the pleasure. You let out tiny moans into his ear and prop your leg up on his, giving him better access to your core.

“There you go, just let me take care of you,” Eren whispers.

“O-okay,” you breathe.

His fingers start moving faster now, making swirling motions inside of you that push on your sweet spot just right. He’s so rhythmic about it too, keeping the pace steady once you’re moaning in tune with his motions. Your wet bodies move perfectly together in the steam filled room.

“Just like that. See how good that feels baby?”

“Eren...”

Eren lays sloppy kisses over your jaw and down your neck in response. His warm lips stop to suck lightly on your wet skin.

He uses a thumb on his free hand to rub on your clit, making tight circles as his other hand worked on you from the inside.

You let out needy moans for him as you fuck downward onto his hands. You keep going until your arms are draped over his shoulders and you’re practically screaming each time you thrust. You’re legs can’t help but shake underneath you now. When Eren notices, he pushes you harder up against the wet shower wall to support you.

“Good girl,” he groans, “you’re going to come for me, alright? Right here in my hands, baby.”

“ ‘Ren, fuck,” you moan. “Eren, ’m-“

Your body listens to him. Warmth rushes to your core as you shut your eyes. Your muscles spasm while your moans echo through the bathroom. White hot pleasure takes over as cum pools in his soft hands.

“That’s as far as we’re going, ok?” he whispers once you’ve ridden through your high.

“Ok,” you pant, collapsing onto his wet body as the water from the shower head stops.

Eren helps you out of the shower once you’ve seemed to catch your breath. He’s quick to pull a fluffy towel out from under his sink and wrap it around your shoulders. He dries himself off a bit, ruffling his hair in a towel before tying it around his waist.

He leaves the room briefly and returns with pajamas for each of you. He reserves his softest pair of pants for you.

Once you’re dressed, Eren guides you to his bed. He helps the two of you slip under his plush brown duvet. You let your body sink into his mattress and rest your tired head on his chest.

Eren’s hand runs down your wet hair as you relax, his fingers trace gentle patterns into your head. He leaves little kisses here and there, each one being more sleepy than the last.

His room still glowed a dark red. You could hear the faint roar of the party two floors away. But with how safe and relaxed you felt in Eren’s arms, that seemed like a whole different world.

“Eren?” you ask. Your voice was sleepy now.

“Mmhmm,” he hums.

“Armin told me you talk about me all the time...”

Eren chuckles, “Hope it doesn’t bother you. Because after what we just did, there’s no way I’m gonna stop.”

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Author’s Note: stoner eren brainrot. that’s all. i love you guys, thanks for reading ♥️

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