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Kakashi x book store reader

2250 words

♦️mentions smut but nothing actually happens

“Hey Kakashi, how was your last mission?” You rest your head in your palm as you lean against the counter. The bookshop was empty except for the white haired avid reader who would always stop in between missions to get some new reading material.

“Uneventful. It was mostly traveling so I was able to finish the last book you recommended.” He bashfully scratched his cheek as he avoided eye contact. “Did any more icha icha books come out yet?.”

“Not yet, but rumor has it he's supposed to be releasing another one soon. When I get one in you'll be the first to know.” You push off the counter and grab a small paper bag from the shelf behind you. Sliding the bag over to Kakashi, he looks interested but doesn't say anything. “In the meantime I think you'll like this book.”

He opened the bag and inspected the small book carefully. There was no description on the back and the cover simply had the title ‘wayward travelers’ printed on the front. Looking inside there wasn't even an ‘about the author’ blurb. “Hmmm? Well this certainly looks mysterious.”

“It's by a new author who hasn't even decided on a pen name yet, but the story itself is pretty good. Try it out and if you don't like it I'll do a full refund.” You say nonchalantly.

“No need for the trouble. You've given good recommendations before and I'm sure this one will be fine too.” You smile as he puts some coins on the counter and heads towards the door. “I'm heading out for my next mission but I'll let you know about the book when I get back.”

You wave as he leaves but once he's out of sight you clutch your chest as soon as the door bell rings shut. Heart thundering like a war drum you struggle to calm your nerves. You gave him the book and you kept a solid poker face while you did it. Everything will be fine, it'll be fine…it has to be. Now all that's left to do is calm your racing anxieties and wait for him to come back.

The next week was worse than torture. Thoughts constantly drifting back to Kakashi and the fear of how he would react to the book. It's far from the first time you have given him smut, actually that's mostly what he reads, but what would he think if he found out you wrote it?! You tried to shake the thought from your head but it kept creeping back into your skull. No, you're sure he didn't see your nervousness when you gave it to him, there's no way he can find out.

Not being able to take the book back was the biggest issue. Would he be able to tell that you were the one who wrote it? What if the writing was bad? What if the kinks you put in he doesn't like! Insecurities clawed at the back of your mind like a beast digging at a cage.

Suddenly, you're dragged out of your thoughts from the bell chiming above the door.

Putting on your best customer service smile you turn and greet whoever came in. “Welcome to the book stop, let me know if you have any questions.” an older woman thanked you and made her way to the back of the store. Before the thoughts of your book could return the bell rang again. You had to swallow the lump in your throat when you saw the handsome silver haired shinobi approaching the counter. “W-welcome back. How was the mission?” You mentally kick yourself for the stutter, but grateful for the recovery.

“It was easy. Honestly it could have been handled by a chunin, I don't know why they sent a full jounin team.” He slips the book from his pocket and dangles it in front of you. “Gave me a good opportunity to read the book though.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Ah, well… what did you think of it?” You tried so hard to maintain a casual air but you struggled to look him in the eye.

“It was pretty good, some scenes could have been worded better, but for a new author I'd say it's good. I definitely enjoyed it.” Something flashed in his eye. The same look a cat might give to a mouse. It made your heart race just a little faster. Your mouth went a little dry and thankfully Kakashi took your silence as a sign to continue. “You know a lot of authors tend to put a bit of themselves into their characters.” He opened the book and started thumbing through the pages. “Makes me curious about the love interest in this book…”

“Oh really?” You had to fight to keep your voice steady. “What about them?”

Even without looking at him you can feel his dark eye sizing you up. “Not much about their personality, but the way they talk is familiar.” he let out a low hum. “It made me think about who the author took inspiration from.”

Kakashi goes into a full analysis about the character's personalities and how that relates to the author's own personality and experience. The more he talked the more sweaty your palms became. You feared if he leaned over the counter than he'd be able to hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest, pounding at your ribs and making it hard to breathe. Despite everything you still did a good job of keeping a cool demeanor. At least you thought you did.

You were only granted a moment of relief from kakashi's author analysis when the old woman who came in before approached the counter to buy a recipe book. He politely stood off to the side watching you work as you put the woman's book in a bag and sent her on her way with a smile and a wave.

When you turn your attention back to Kakashi you can see his cheeks are raised and you can only imagine the Cheshire smile that he has stretched across his lips. How many hours have you fantasized about what they actually look like?

“Y’know as a Shinobi I don't just read books, in fact I'm quite skilled at reading people too. It's always so easy to tell when someone's keeping a secret from me~” His cool relaxed voice turned into something more melodic and teasing. He returns to leaning against the counter, ever so slightly closing the distance between you two.

“And what exactly do you think I'm keeping from you?” You say with an even and cautious tone.

“The author.”

A chill ran up your spine the moment you heard his words. “And why would you think that I'm the author?” the words fell out of your mouth a little more exasperated than you wanted.

“I never said you were.” Your face went pale as you realized you gave yourself away, and in the stupidest way possible.

“Well I'm not.” You try to sound dignified but the slight wave in your voice makes it obvious to him and yourself that you're lying, and doing a poor job at it.

Kakashi lets out a slight chuckle. “It really was a good book. Honestly if I didn't spend so much time talking to you I don't think I would have picked up on the nuances. You write like how you talk, almost like you are telling the story yourself.” He leans over the counter and tilts his head. A look that any under any other circumstances would have been cute but now only makes you feel more vulnerable.

It was getting harder to maintain eye contact with how flustered you'd become. “Okay you figured out it was me. You can go let me die of embarrassment in peace now.” You tried to save what little dignity you felt you had left and buried your face in your hands.

You begrudgingly moved your hands when you heard his siren call of a laugh. “Next time you want to write smut about a ‘hot rogue shinobi’ how about you name him Sukea.”

“Oh, so now you want to write my characters?” you can't help but laugh a little as you return some of his playfulness. Exasperation pushed your embarrassment to the back of your mind temporarily.

“Not at all” He lifts his hands in mock surrender. “I just think if I'm going to be the inspiration then I should give you something to work with. Don't you think~” again that look flashes in his eye. Something predatory and mischievous at the same time. A single look that's enough to send goosebumps across your skin.

“What did you have in mind?” Again under his gaze your confidence wavered. He didn't seem to mind though as he started walking around the counter, slowly creeping up on you.

“hmmm~ How about a weary shinobi returns from his long, hard mission… finally back in the comfort of his village he finds the one person he's had his eye on for years but still hasn't said anything to them. Nothing romantic at least.” Slowly he keeps moving forward until he's practically on top of you. One more step and you step back, your back pressed against the wall. “Eventually, our hero works up the courage to ask his favorite shop keep to go to a public hot spring with him. Somewhere he can relax after his mission.” Your bodies are now pressed against each other. You can feel his body heat radiating off of him. You're actually close enough to see the smallest tint of pink dusting his cheeks right above his mask. “But of course we need a plot twist. The bath house is full so there's nothing else to do but get a private bath just for the two of them.” His hands made their way to your waist and slid back to barely ghost over your ass before going to rest just above your thighs. A light squeeze before his hands explore just a little more.

You are so caught up in the moment that you never realized how much faster your heartbeat was, how ragged your breathing had become, or how you simply stared at his eye, totally mesmerized by his words.

Your heart leaps into your throat as the doorbell chimed again. Quickly you turn to see who came in and two young boys noisily made their way to the comic section without giving you a second glance. Your head whips back to look at Kakashi only to see that he's gone.

In the blink of an eye Kakashi was back on the customer side of the counter and the book you wrote laid on the floor where he was just standing. Finally, without the presence of Kakashi's body heat against you, you became painfully aware of just how hot your face was. You were met with a masked shinobi giving you what you assume is a closed eye smile, and he looked just as cool and composed as he always did. Fuck, your heart was ready to bust out of your chest.

“How does that sound for inspiration?” His smooth voice brought you right back to the butterflies in your stomach. What you wouldn't give to go back in time and lock the door before anybody could come in and disturb you. “Maybe you'd like some real experience for reference?” His voice was a little less teasing then his expression showed. Perhaps this was actually a genuine question from him.

It took only a moment for you to find your voice again. “I close the shop at 7.”

Kakashi sat up a little straighter. “Great! I'll meet you outside at 7:30 then.”

“Sounds like a date?” the statement came out more like a question and you intended, but you were just glad that your voice didn't crack. Hope was not something you were used to, especially not in the romance department.

“It sure does~” Your chest suddenly felt lighter, a huge weight being lifted from your shoulders. He pushed himself off the counter and headed towards the door. “See ya later.”

Just as he reached for the doorknob he stopped in his tracks. “Oh, I don't like writing in books, but I left a few notes for the ‘author’. Take a look when you get a chance.” and with that he was gone. The door chimed behind him and you were left alone with your thoughts again.

Finally your body catches up with your brain. You bend down to pick up the book he left behind. Your book. The simple object that started this whole wonderful mess. Once opened your eyes widened on just how many little notes were wedged between the pages. Quotes transcribed with little faces next to them. His opinions on different scenes that you wrote, things he thought were cute or funny. Once again he managed to make your face go bright red when you got halfway through the notes and he described in glorious detail exactly how the sex scenes made him feel. Some of the notes you could tell the penmanship was shaky. A small detail that gave you a bit of a deeper glimpse into how he was feeling. A small detail that made your heart race a little faster.

Perhaps your favorite note that he left was the one that simply said ‘I would love to try this with you, if you'd let me.’.

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『♡』 The Remarkable Machine Who Learned How to Love

♡ featuring: toji x f!reader

♡ cw/tw: none, a little angst but a whole lot of fluff! wc: 1.6k+

notes: i was thinking about this all day and decided to whip up somethin in a couple hours. hope u like :P art by manuel_juju on twitter! comments and reblogs are appreciated!

In a kill-or-be-killed world, Toji reached the top of the food chain—unfortunately, staying at the top is a thousand times harder than the climb. And when he looked down, there was no one to catch his fall.  

Before Toji met you, he was as aimless as a speck of dust, carried endlessly by an unpredictable tide of winds. He followed the cracked and crumbled path bespoken for lost souls like himself. Destined to be nothing but a vessel, a hollow man of sturdy muscle who worked himself to the bone, filthy jobs common men wouldn’t dare consider, because who was there to stop him anyway? Was there anything left for men birthed from hopeless circumstances, raised by broken homes to turn to lives of criminality? He couldn’t find an answer. He wasn’t equipped with the empathy to understand why guilt gnawed at his conscious; why whenever he ate takeout in his dimly lit apartment, it spilled out the chasm in his chest.  

It was much easier to complete the task, to trudge to a check cashing facility to retrieve money he couldn’t care less about. Perhaps he’d walk this earth alone forever, constantly watching over his back from a fear of daggers shooting from every direction, waiting to strike at his most vulnerable. It was only a matter of time.  

Or maybe he’d allow his sins to surpass him. Accept the peaceful release of death and pay the price of a vacant funeral service.  

It was all but irreparable, until he walked into his usual convenience store and encountered the new clerk at the register. It was past midnight, and Toji placed the quick meal on the counter. When his tired eyes panned up from those frozen noodles, his heart reset, a part he thought died amidst the torment. It skipped across his ribcage, stopped until a fleeting breath pulled him back to reality, to the intense fluorescent lights and your warm welcoming smile. There wasn’t a single altercation that stole the air from his lungs the way you did.  

Life hadn’t torn you apart yet.  

Your eyes didn’t break away, unexpected, as Toji was used to people hanging their heads near him. He’s aware of his threatening stare and intimidating stature; it’s what keeps him alive. And you were unbothered. You scanned his item, and flashed those pearly whites that sent a nosedive straight to his stomach, “I’m a big fan of this brand!”  

Toji remained tight lipped, unwilling to sift through difficult emotions and experience a feeling he believed himself to be undeserving of. He nodded, and somehow you continued, “Shouldn’t eat so late, though. Messes with your stomach.” A puff of wind pushed from his nose before he could stifle it. “Are you a doctor in the daytime?” You chuckled and bagged, “Sorry, slow day.”  

He arrives the same week, searching for a couple of beers to bring back to his apartment. You were in an obviously dangerous position, with one foot off the step ladder as you attempted to push a bottle of cleaner onto the highest shelf. It was a fight between gravity, and the opponent nearly won before his hand grabbed the handle. “Oh! Thank you” you smiled. It was sunnier than the last and reopened the stitches he’d been struggling to sew since that moment.  

Toji suddenly had countless excuses to go to the convenience store. Sometimes he’d enter for a snack, and you’d discuss your favorite chips, other times he pretended to need items just to hear your voice ramble about a niche topic you knew too much about. When his heart thrummed off kilter, and his mind became consumed with thoughts of the pretty night-shift cashier, a piece of him demeaned. How embarrassing it was, to be attracted to the scripted kindness of a service worker. Toji barely recognized he had favorites, let alone desires. So why did he have such an unwavering desire to see you?  

He’d snatch a pack of noodles one day, a subconscious grin at the joining of your eyes. It didn’t matter if the twinkle in your gaze wasn’t exclusive to him; for a second, it felt like someone cared, and it was fulfillment he couldn’t shake.  

You leaned over the counter on your elbows, “Did you know there’s over 35,000 ramen noodles restaurants in Japan?”  

“I didn’t, but that sounds like a lot of options.”  

“Mhm, you should try one. The real thing is way better.”  

“I’m sure. I don’t really go out to restaurants often, so…”  

“Me neither”, there’s a lengthy pause, and you finally blurted, “maybe we could go together!”  

He was stunned. Lost for words, really. It wasn’t possible, a girl as beautiful as you who wants to be seen with a stone-cold machine in public. It had to be a prank, a fabrication by fate to taunt him. You grew an anxious smile, “Hah, sorry, I overstep-“  

“I want to.” You stiffened, and he found solace in your shared nervousness. “O-oh! Great!” 

Toji’s first date with you had been a disaster, though. He’s heavy handed by design, and it’s no different in his daily life. His strength leads to instances of clumsy behavior. He expected you to be appalled, disgusted, or at least judgmental.  

You never shunned him. When he held your hand too tight, you slightly unclasped it. He wanted to retreat, to stuff them in his pockets and remain at a safe distance. But you interlocked hands and spoke soft, “It's okay, just try not to hold so tight.”  

He swung the door open for your entry and almost shattered the glass door on the opposite wall. “I appreciate your enthusiasm” you giggled.  

He was afraid to even hug you—he might underestimate his strength and crush your sternum. Toji walked you back to your place and turned to leave. “I’ll see ya around.” Despite that, you guided his calloused hands around your waist, slinked into his broad body, and embraced him.  Every aspect of you, foreign but comforting—little breaths fanning his shirt, fingers brushing along his back, sugary perfume wafting in his nose.  

It was heaven on Earth.  

Now years have gone by, and instead of bleached walls and silence greeting him as his eyes crack open in the morning, he smells the familiar scent of pancakes, pans clattering on the stove. He waltzes into the kitchen in a hazy state and admires the aching back of his very pregnant wife. You have a hand assisting your lower back and another on the wooden spatula scrambling eggs. 

Toji dropped his past for you after the engagement.  He cashed his last check and disappeared from the underground circle without a trace. He was aware if he continued the path he was heading, the result awaiting him was six feet under. The outcome was unimportant, however, you—the image of tears streaming down your face at his poor volition, your figure keeled over his gravesite under dewy grass and wailing for his return to no avail. He couldn’t stomach it. He had to protect you and commit to the next stage of his life. He’d never tell you about his previous work. It was for the best. He’d be selfish, just this once. 

One sock is different from the other, wearing loose shorts and a random shirt sitting above your massive belly. It’s his preferred version of you. Your stomach and thighs adorned in stretch marks, shaped like tiger stripes that declare your strength through each dip and curve; It's his greatest honor. You’d take on the complications, unending exhaustion, and hormone imbalances to bless him with a child. Toji hasn’t let you lift a finger since you got pregnant, opting to handle all the household tasks, borderline subservient to the mother of his child. So, his mouth twists when he sees you up so early.  

He stands behind you, hands trailing from your upper thighs to your stomach, then the small of your back. You lean into him while he massages circles and whisper a tiny “Good morning.” 

“Ya could’ve woke me up” Toji mumbles, kissing your temple. He wraps around to the underside of your belly, mindful of his muscle, and lifts it carefully. His respect for you increases tenfold with the heavy weight on his palms. You hum a pleased noise, sudden relief from your back. He carries it and smooths his thumbs over the taut skin. 

“You’re a late sleeper, and I haven’t made breakfast in a long time.” 

“Ya don’t have to do a thing, y’know.” 

“I know. But I wanna do this for you”, and he grins. It’s quiet, standing in the warmth of your bodies, sunshine glowing through the window to cast an angelic gleam on your face.  

Then he feels an imbalance of pressure along his fingers and mild wriggling within your tummy. Toji traces the movements, seeking to play a game with his unborn child. Sometimes it scares him, to bring new life into a world that almost smothered his light.  He worries that he’ll end up on the same road as him or he won’t be a good enough father. The journey of parenthood is a long, laborious one. You’re always learning, and Toji’s still processing the basics. It’s complicated, he trips and falters; yet you’re there to support him, through thick and thin, sickness and in health.  

What was he if not for you—his pillar, his source of happiness and comfort. You’d given him everything to wish for and infinite reasons to stick around. An iron criminal, bested by no mortal, chipped away by compassion and gentle hands. 

“You can let go if it’s too heavy.” 

I can stay here forever. 

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hewwo lemon ¤(▪︎u▪︎¤) i hope you're well ♡

could i please get a shot with Kakashi amd reader - and the scenario being that the both of them have taken to smooch through the mask - but one day takes it off last second to actually smooch his beloved, reader ? cute lil first kiss ? >:3c thank u in advance and take ur time ♡♡

-B☆

coming home to you, k. hatake

A/N: B pls know that this sent me into a wanting to smooch kakashi spiral i hope u enjoy <3 (hope this is a nice pick-me-up from all ur work!! no rush to read) thank u for waiting so long for this x GENRE: fluff WARNINGS: none PROMPT: First time kissing Kakashi without a mask WORD COUNT: 1.2k

Your apartment was filled with the sound of your soft humming, dinner cooking slowly on the stove. It was way too much for one person, ensuring that leftovers were going to be your meal for tomorrow as well as you never quite figured out how to cook for just one person. Normally, Kakashi never failed to finish whatever it was you made for dinner that night, leftovers never being a matter of concern when he was home, but he was called away for a mission- one that left you wondering just how long he'd be away.

Sparing a glance to the sticky note placed haphazardly on your calendar, it had been just over a week since your partner had left for his latest mission. A dull thrum made your heart ache, missing him despite knowing there were times that his work took priority over his personal life. It didn't make it any easier, not by any means, but his dedication to the village was just one of the many things that you had loved about him. Knowing that you were there for him, that as long as you were here Kakashi would have someone to come home to, kept your heart strong, helped you push through the days where you missed him a little more than usual.

Stirring your pot once more, not letting your food burn as your mind wanders, you look around your shared home. It was a sizeable place, one that felt positively massive when your partner was gone. You found solace in his signs of life, his personal bookshelf that the living room housed, his extra pouch of kunai sitting on the TV stand even though you asked him to keep it somewhere safer. Even the extra pair of shoes by the door, ones you purposefully placed out while he was gone just so your shoes felt a little less lonely by the front door.

It was the little things that helped you power through, like never failing to finish reading one of the books he recommended while he was away so that you would always have something new to talk about by the time he returned.  You were almost finished with his latest recommendation, the novel this time a little spicier than his previous recommendations. It certainly had many things, many preferences, that you wanted to ask your lover about-

"Boo."

A large hand covering your eyes startled you, arm swinging out reflexively despite the familiar voice in your ear. You squeal, a smile bursting onto your face when a familiar hand catches your defensive reaction. A clothed kiss is pressed to your neck and arms wrap around your waist once your attack is subdued. Silver hair tickles your cheek, Kakashi's arms loosening just enough for you to spin around and hug him.

His soft chuckle rings clear through your bones, the way his hands tug slightly at your clothes to pull you closer making your knees weaken. A nudging feeling at the back of your legs clues you in that some of his dogs have come out, almost as happy as the shinobi is to see you.

After a long embrace, your hands move to cup his cheeks, thumbs stroking the soft material of his mask as you beam up at him, "You're back sooner than I thought."

Your partner hums, an eyebrow quirking up at you, "What, you want to get rid of me again?"

Shaking your head, you laugh, rising to the tips of your toes to kiss his clothed lips, soaking in the feeling of kissing him, "No, of course not."

The feeling of fabric against your skin was nothing new, something you accepted openly when you two started dating. You loved him, respecting his boundaries came second nature to you. It would be a lie if you said you never had wondered what his lips felt like, having only the occasional glimpse of his face in the early mornings or late, late evenings, but you felt lucky enough to bear witness to any of his vulnerabilities not to question or push him on the subject.

So when Kakashi pulls you in, one of his hands tangling in your hair as he murmur's, "'S not enough right now," the last thing you expected was to feel the softness of his lips press against your own as he kisses you again.

You gasp slightly, hands cautiously cupping his face once more to feel the softness of his skin, taking extra care of where his scar ran under his eyes. He groans into your lips, hand tightening slightly in your hair to keep you close to him. Your stomach flips when his tongue brushes against your lips, his breath hot and heavy against your skin.

With his mask resting securely under his chin, Kakashi's spare hand traces along your spine, embracing you as close as he could to you as he lets his mouth explore your own. "Missed you," he mutters against your lips, his voice heavy with desire, soft words of I'm home, missed you, need you being whispered in between kisses.

Your hands fall to grip the material of his shirt, feeling the strong muscle of his chest under the thin material of his uniform. "I'm here," you breathe back, nearly collapsing at the groan your words pull from him.

"I'll always," he pulls back just enough for his forehead to rest against your own, taking a moment to catch his breath, "Always come back to you." Another kiss is pressed to your lips, lingering but not quite as long as you wished, finding yourself trying to chase his lips as he leans back, "I can't promise," another heavy breath leaves him, "But trust that everything I do, every choice I make, is to come back home to you."

Your eyes meet his own, seeing the soft vulnerability in his eyes and nodding your head, "I know, don't worry 'kashi. I know."

His head dips down once more, softer than before, letting the warmth of his mouth coax you into another kiss. 

The two of you remained like that, lost in each other, until the feeling of pawing pulled you away. Kakashi looked at his dogs sternly, clearly unhappy to have your attention taken away from them, muttering, "your dinner can wait, needy bastards," while refusing to loosen his grip on you.

In an attempt to satiate your partner, an apologetic hand pats his cheek softly. "We have all night to catch up, okay?" Leaning up to kiss the corner of your mouth, the sigh he gives as a response letting a light laugh escape you, "We can eat together, make everyone happy, okay?"

There's a warmth in his eye as he looks at you, pink dusting his cheeks as he lets his forehead rest against your one. His headband is cool against your skin, contrasting the warmth of his breath tickling your lips.

"Yeah, okay," he breathes, not letting you go until his lips find yours just once more.

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Level of respect a class of teens I have to teach art to have for me when I walk in: 0%

Level of respect after I draw sasuke from memory on the whiteboard: beyond anything you could possibly imagine

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NEIGHBOR! TOJI HCSㅤfluff + suggestive [ gn! reader ] cws use of pretty, beautiful, gorgeous ! MDNI

NEIGHBOR! TOJI who looks down at you from the second floor, one cigarette between two of his fingers and his brows furrowed in attention, as you walk into the apartment building he lives in. he watches how you struggle to carry all the boxes and bags and almost considers going down to offer you help, but decides to instead simply stay in. he hears you come up in the old elevator, wondering how long will it take for you to figure out that old thing is about to break down any second and that you're better off just taking the stairs, and smiles to himself once he realizes by the noise you're making that you're moving into the apartment next to his, already scheming what he will do to mess with his new, pretty neighbor.

NEIGHBOR! TOJI who leaves an impression on you the first time you see him. you're walking out your apartment as he walks up the stairs, going towards the door right next to yours. he's tall, and big, with wide shoulders and plush muscles, and he also looks somewhat scary, or at the very least not the friendliest, seeming to have a permanent frown imprinted on his face, the scar crossing over his (weirdly soft looking) lips not helping him at all — but he still catches your eye, making your heart skip a beat once you fully realize how hot the guy living next to you is. he looks in your direction briefly, showing a mischievous smirk and saying a small "morning" before walking into his home. he looks interesting, you think, interesting enough to linger in your mind for the rest of the day, making you wonder when you will see him again.

NEIGHBOR! TOJI who approaches you first a few days later. he walks into the elevator with you as you come back home after a long day at work. you greet him, and he greets you back, and before the elevator starts moving he says "just so you know, this old things isn't really reliable. it breaks down pretty often"

"and you're telling me that now?" you ask, slightly panicked but somehow hiding it well enough, as you watch the doors before you close. "why did you even walk in then?"

"to warn you" he says, that same smirk he had last time starting to stretch across his scarred lips just as you start going up — although it drops just as quickly as it appeared once, mere seconds after he spoke, the elevator stops in place.

"oh my god you jinxed it!" you say, this time letting your panic show, and although he doesn't demonstrate it like you, toji also wonders if he actually brought along some bad luck with his remark.

you desperately press the bell button while he attempts to pry the heavy metal doors open, obviously using the opportunity to show you his muscles and how fit he is because he might be panicking but that doesn't mean he has suddenly become any dumber, and after a while — long enough for you both to have already given up on what you were doing — the elevator starts moving again, making you both sigh happily as it seems to finally decide to come back to life.

"this was your fault, mr. bad luck" you joke, happy to finally walk out of the metal box, and toji laughs, walking by your side.

"you can just call me toji," he says "and at least now you'll know to not go in there" he adds.

"yeah, yeah, thanks a lot for the help" you reply with a smile, waving towards him before walking into your apartment, unknowing that just like you, toji can feel his heart slowly start warming up whenever he thinks of his new neighbor.

NEIGHBOR! TOJI who, without even fully realizing it himself, starts remembering your routines — knowing when you get out in the morning, when you come back at the end of the day — and starts getting out just around the time you do, wishing for the chance to cross paths with you, even if that means leaving his house a bit earlier in the morning or coming back a bit later at the end of the day. he doesn't do it in a stalker-ish way, more or so in a desperate attempt to spend time with you, even if just a few minutes a day. he finds himself acting like a teenage boy, doing things just to get the attention of the person he is starting to like, but soon his attempts get him somewhere once, a month or so after you've moved in and once he earns your trust, you invite him for dinner on a thursday night, making him feel like all those times he felt foolish for his actions were worth it.

NEIGHBOR! TOJI who gets all happy when you make a habit of inviting him for dinner on thursday nights, and who smiles widely when you suggest through a joke that he could also invite you over some time and host your weekly dinner instead. he doesn't know what's so special about thursdays for you to invite him on that specific day of the week, and he's also never cared much for them, probably because they're that weird in between where it’s not the weekend just yet but you can already feel it close enough to start getting a bit lazier with your tasks, but he finds himself starting to love them, looking forward to them. if he had a calendar in his kitchen, toji knows he would put a circle around every thursday of the month — but he doesn't — so instead, he counts the day, feeling how much faster the days pass once he starts having something to look forward to, how much easier time goes by.

NEIGHBOR! TOJI who smiles lazily at you as he feels his entire body grow warmer. you two had gone out for drinks, something about a date that wasn't really a date you two had joked about through nervous, but happy, laughs, and he had had a bit too much to drink, feeling it's effect in that moment. he usually dealt well with alcohol, but tonight he was nervous — you were the first person he had ever actually liked and want to leave a good impression on, so he might have been a bit greedier than usual with his drinking, just in hopes of getting some liquid courage.

"you look really beautiful tonight" he said, looking as relaxed as ever even if he could feel his heart beat just the slightest bit faster. you smiled at him, saying a small "thank you, you also look really handsome" through a smile, and although you didn't know it, toji's eyes shined brighter than they ever had before as he looked at you, mesmerized by you — not only by your looks, but by you as a whole.

toji smiled at you, chin propped on his hand as he looked at you, and slowly, he started moving forward, giving you time to stop him if you weren’t on board with his advances. once he was already completely bent over the small table you sat at, the moonlight hitting his face perfectly as it was just a few centimeters away from yours, you felt your heart jump in your chest, pure excitement taking over it. you smiled, and gently, toji pressed his lips against yours, giving you the most tender peck you had ever received, feeling all his emotions through the simple touch. your heart fluttered because of the sweet kiss, and when he moved back and broke apart from you, you couldn’t help but pull him back in right after — this time giving him a proper kiss.

NEIGHBOR! TOJI who looks at himself in his bathroom mirror's reflection anxiously right before you two go out on your first date — this one a proper date, not a date that's not actually a date. he thinks he looks good, his confidence thankfully something that never lacks, but he can't help but ask himself if you will too. he always thinks you look your best, obviously, but he wonders if you feel the same way towards him. he brushes his fingers through his hair one last time, leaving it just the way he likes, and walks out of the room, picking up the bouquet he bought for you before walking out his apartment, taking a deep breath before knocking on your door, smiling widely once you open it just to prove that, just as he expected, you always look your best, looking as gorgeous as anyone ever could.

NEIGHBOR! TOJI who, as you two slowly grow closer and form a more serious relationship, never fails to get mesmerized by you, and who always feels the need to give you the softest, most tender kisses. he is gentle while still having a certain edge, and you can't help but wonder what he's holding back from you, and when he will finally give you his all — all his emotion and desperation and eagerness, even. he knows how to leave you feeling light-headed, how to scoop you off your feet with a simple kiss goodnight, and that's just one of the million things you find you really like about him, dreamily wondering if he feels the same way towards you, if he likes your touch as much as you like his and if he loves the sight of you ready for another date as much as you love his — but most of all, you wonder when the moment it feels right will come and one of you will finally ask the other to make it official.

NEIGHBOR! TOJI who can't help but smile the widest he ever has once he stops being just your next door neighbor and finally becomes your boyfriend. he feels giddy with excitement, something he doesn't recall ever feeling before, but he's glad you're the one giving him all these emotions, making him feel so ecstatic.

"does that mean i can finally sleep over at your house?" he asks with a sly smirk, arms wrapped around your waist as you too stand at your doorstep.

"i guess it does" you reply, smiling back at him, humming as he leans to give you one last kiss before you're fumbling for your keys, anxiously wanting to just step inside.

NEIGHBOR! TOJI who touches you with a fervor you had never felt before. his hands are hot like flames when they run down your body for the first time, feeling every inch of you attentively, as if he had been imagining what it would be like for months and now that it's finally here it just feels a bit surreal — which, all things considered, is pretty much the truth.

"you're so beautiful" he says, already breathless, with his fingers digging into your hips and his face all too close to your middle, your legs already spread for him and your underwear the only thing separating you two. you don't reply, mewling and bucking your hips up towards him, that being all the hints he needs to know it's time to keep going, careful as he pulls at the hem of your underwear, kissing your inner thighs softly before continuing to undress you.

NEIGHBOR! TOJI who hates saying he fucks you — no, he makes love to you. he has never been one for romance, you being the first person he ever tried hard for, but with you these sort of things just feel natural, and he can't help but want to make you feel special, because you are! his touch always lingers in your skin for a few minutes after it's already gone, ghosting over your body as you reminisce over it, and it's almost as if he has carved himself into you, leaving behind imaginary marks that make you think of him at all minutes of your day that aren't spent by his side. maybe this is just the honeymoon phase, you wonder, but as the months pass by toji's touch never loses it's original desperation, and you never start thinking about it less often, so you assume that with fushiguro toji that's just how things are — you never stop thinking about him, and subsequently, he also never stops thinking about you.

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sfw. i now pronounce you hokage and wife!!! part of the fine shrine au!!!!!

“Wife…”

The word is little more than a whisper as Kakashi watches you yank pins out of your hair with a frustrated groan. Sitting on the edge of your shared bed, something you insisted be brought from your house when you moved in, he contemplates what all of this means. You are his wife - lawfully and forever as of a few hours ago yet the word sits heavily on his tongue like a language that doesn’t belong there.

Love has often occupied the man’s thoughts throughout his life, more markedly the lack of it he found for himself. Better suited to books dramatizing romance and love, he assumed that would be as good as it would ever get for him.

Loneliness, isolation, keeping everyone at an arm's length always seemed like better options given his entire life prior to the you shaped wrecking ball that gradually broke down his defenses. Not that you didn’t have defenses of your own, he seems to recall being met with a lot of resistance to marrying him while he’s still hokage, yet it happened.

It’s not that he isn’t happy because he is. Blissfully and beautifully, even watching you pull and tug at your own hair while wearing the simple dress you insisted was perfect for the occasion. He watched you go rounds with your grandmother for weeks over the lack of decorum.

“You are marrying the Hokage, it wouldn’t kill you to be traditional for once.”

She fussed and you rolled your eyes yet he watched pride cast a glow across her face witnessing you walk down the makeshift aisle in that very same dress. The formidable Kakashi blinked back a few tears at the sight himself, his dream wrapped in white silk.

Now watching you literally take the day off, looking over your shoulder periodically to offer him a sweet and sleepy smile, makes all of this seem so real. You’re really his. Forever and always, as you promised with your hands joined in front of your closest family and friends.

“Wife,�� he repeats again with a furrowed brow and you turn at the sound of his voice. A lopsided grin crosses your face and your half loose hair hangs over your shoulder. He doesn’t notice you looking, still attempting to sort through his thoughts. You stop what you’re doing, gathering the fabric of your dress so it doesn’t drag across the floors of your home, and approach him quietly.

“That’s me.” You sit next to him and he offers you an unmasked smile, the first of the day, and he takes over where you left off removing pins from your hair. “You don’t have to do that.”

Despite your protests, your shoulders slump and a contented sigh leaves you. He smiles at your relaxation, lithe fingers pulling the final few pins and brushing through your hair as it falls. You look up at him, casting an uncertain glance.

“Are you okay?”

He nods his response to your question, a little too quickly for comfort, and you frown. You had your own doubts going into today and you can’t help but wonder if he regrets his decision despite how hard both of you worked (him especially, you aren’t an easy egg to crack) to make it to this point.

Kakashi knows you well enough to tell you are feeling uncomfortable with the weighted silence, absentmindedly playing with your fingers as you look away from him. Draping an arm around your shoulders, he pulls you against his side and rests his chin on top of your head. You bury your face against his chest, unconcerned with ruining his outfit. A wistful sigh escapes him and he clears his throat, ready to speak to his wife.

“I never thought this would happen for me.”

You shift your head slightly so that you can gaze at him from below, your arms naturally reaching around his waist to hold him. His life has been marked by tragedy and pain and you can’t undo that for him as badly as you’d like to but you’ve always wanted to help him see proof of a better future that he has worked so hard to build. The village, the welcomed time of peace, you. Everything is good because of him.

“I accepted that loneliness was part of my life and my responsibilities yet you walked into that office on the first day and I knew things would never be the same.”

You smile and try to hide it, burying your face back in his chest while his hands shift to one resting on your hip and the other pulling your legs across his lap. He doesn’t regret this, that much you can tell and you feel the steady warmth of his love in every word.

“It took you long enough to come around, stubborn thing, but even if I wasn’t certain I always hoped.” He punctuates his words with a little hum, hiking up the bottom of your dress and holding it in his fist while he gently rocks the two of you where you sit. “So I suppose I can credit this entire marriage to hope.”

You giggle, lifting your face from his chest. Your eyes are glassy with unshed years, the tenderness of the moment getting the better of you. How did you ever resist him for a minute?

If you’re honest with yourself, you never did but you keep that to yourself.

“Really? I thought I married Kakashi Hatake and not hope today. That’s weird.”

He snorts, squeezing your hip where it rests beneath his hand. Sure he may not deserve this but he’s sure as hell glad it happened. His little dream in white silk, his wife, his future. His world.

“Oh well there must have been a mistake on the documents,” he jokes in like and your giggles turn into belly laughs as he pulls you tighter to his chest and falls back against the mattress. The tangle of your bodies lands with an unceremonious thud and you laugh harder at this being the first time you’re both in your bed as newlyweds.

“So who did you marry today?”

You joke, the same lopsided smile he fell in love with on day 58 of working with you in his office all those years ago simply forcing him to cup your face in his palms and kiss your lips before backing away just long enough to speak.

“You. My wife.”

The reverence in his voice makes you shiver, those gray eyes heavily lidded and trained on you as he dips for another kiss. No further discussion is necessary as he lifts himself from the mattress and hovers over you, your legs wrapping around his waist to officially begin your marriage. Or something like that.

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“I can’t possibly be worth all of this.”

You frown watching Kakashi pull his shirt over his head at the side of your bed. It’s after midnight, the world is quiet, and for once it’s just the two of you away from everyone else’s eyes.

“What do you mean?” his brow furrows as he asks, fingers pulling the slightly overgrown strands of his hair away from his face. You shift until you’re sitting up, knees pulled into your chest. You rest your cheek upon them.

He hates seeing you frown so he slides in next to you, gently holding the side of your face with a scarred and calloused palm. Comparing his roughness, his edges and mistakes to your softness takes him to the same place in his head that you are in yours.

“I dunno…the sneaking, the whispers…”

The whispers are everywhere - hokage’s office and beyond. You have a feeling they started with your friends’ asshole boyfriend but you keep that information to yourself in case it’s necessary later.

Kakashi chuckles from beside you, tapping the tip of your nose with his thumb in a way that can always make you at least crack a smile. It works and the corner of your mouth lifts as he settles himself further into your bed and into your heart.

“Is anything they’re saying untrue?”

Casting him a glance from the corner of your eye, your half smile becomes a full blown one when you realize he’s looking right back at you. He’s tired, eyes drooping in a way that belies exhaustion but you enjoy staring at him just like this.

You wonder for a moment - are the rumors of you being in love with the hokage untrue? Are they malicious and mean or do people simply possess working eyes and ears?

You shake your head with a wry grin and fight the urge to bury your head into your knees to hide it. The giddy flush of love is something you feel often looking at him and his patience only makes your heart soar even higher.

“I don’t think so,” you nearly whisper and he smiles back at you before speaking. “So we’re together?”

This time you do hide your face in your knees, nodding as he wraps his arms around you and carefully loosens the grip your hand holds around one of knees to lace his finger between yours. Looking up at him, you nod.

“Then there’s no reason to get upset when people talk, right?”

You nod again. He’s good at redirection and it comforts your restless mind in a way that is apparent when you features relax.

“You’re worth more than the trouble a few careless whispers bring anyway. Much more.”

He pulls you down into the blankets wrapped up in his arms and sits comfortably with the knowledge he has wanted the most since the day he realized his own feelings for you.

You love him too.

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊

Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

*Just a cute Toji drabble

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Toji doesn’t remember the concept of love. Or at least that’s what he thinks. He doesn’t love you, that’s what he’ll say. But when he sees you… His heart speeds up a little. A little too much. And he finds himself smiling like a fool at the thought of you. Hell, he even blushes. 

Yet, it’s still not love. He’s only ever loved once, and he doubts he’ll ever love like that again. Or maybe it’s because he’s scared of being hurt again. Either way, he’ll deny that it’s love. 

Even when you put your head on his shoulder, making his breath hitch. Or when you dress up, making his palms sweaty. The thought of spending the rest of his life with you fills him with glee. Yet, it’s still not love.

“I’m hom–” He begins, but he stops himself as he hears some laughter coming from the kitchen. He walks to the kitchen where he sees you and his son making some cookies. Licking the leftover cookie dough from the bowl. He smiles at the sight.

You’re so focused on Megumi that you fail to notice your boyfriend. Until the very excited six-year-old notices it and yells, “Daddy!”

You help Megumi onto the ground to allow him to run to his father. You smile at them as you watch Toji pick up his son and be ever-so-sweet with him. When Toji puts his son down is when you walk over to him and peck his lips.

It isn’t love, but he enjoys this moment of the day more than anything. He looks forward to feeling your soft lips on his the whole day. You pull away, and he grins. Smiling like a fool because a pretty girl like you kissed him.

“How was your day? ‘Gumi begged me to make some cookies for you, and I agreed. They’ll be ready in a couple of minutes if you want some.” You tell him and he nods in response. You’re perfect. Any other fool would worship the ground you walk on, yet you’re with Toji of all people.

It dawns on him when you smile at him, waiting patiently for his response. His heartbeat is unusually fast, his palms get sweaty, and he smiles back. He blinks slowly before he confesses,

“I love you.”

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Thinking about sitting on one of those spinning stools in Draken's shop as he works on the bike he's been building for you. Watching as his muscles work under the tank top he's wearing, coveralls tied around his waist.

Thinking about how you couldn't imagine your life without him. For years he'd been your rock and you his. Exploring life together and everything that came with that.

Realizing you never wanted to spend a day without him.

"Hey," you called across the shop.

He hummed a noncommittal answer in acknowledgment.

"Marry me."

The wrench he held dropped to the floor with a loud clang as he turned towards you, mouth popped open in an O.

You had talked about getting married a few times but never anything overly serious. More "what would you want a wedding to look like" rather than, "hey, let's plan this out."

You had both agreed it would be kept small.

"Wh-what?" A smile slowly broke out across his face, lighting up his eyes.

"Marry me," you repeated, feeling your smile match his own.

He was on you in seconds, picking you up from the stool and holding you tightly to him. A laugh bubbled out of your chest, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

"Yeah," his response was whispered against your lips.

"Yeah?"

He walked you over to the counter where the register was and sat you down on it before pulling out a keyring and unlocking a drawer. He dug around for a second before pulling out a small black box.

"Kenny," you gasped. "How long have you had that?"

He popped open the top, and inside sat the most perfect ring you had ever seen. It took you a moment to realize it was one you had casually mentioned months ago you thought was gorgeous.

Draken wiped his hand on a clean spot of his tank top before plucking the ring from its velvet nest and holding it out to you. You wordlessly held out your left hand, and he slid it onto your finger—a perfect fit.

"Just been waitin' for you to ask."

You clutched his face between your hands, pressing your lips to his in a searing kiss.

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suna | kakashi | benn | mihawk | geto

tw: none

"I don’t like you that way. I appreciate your company. That’s it."

It was late. The perfect time for a confession.

"I think you’re lying."

The scene wasn’t unfamiliar. It wasn’t his first attempt. Obtaining a confession is more complicated than it seems.

"I’m not."

But tonight he was determined to get it. A confession. Not one that would get lost in the night. A confession that would see the light of day.

"You keep lying."

Perhaps by lack of argument, or perhaps by fatigue, but the liar suddenly kept quiet.

His confidence wasn't random. I think I like him, your words resonating in his head. Words that should never have reached his ears. A confession that didn’t count him in its audience.

"Love."

He started out. 

The gaze fixed on the coffee table that separated you, he didn't notice the way your eyes widened. 

He continued.

"That’s a big word. An honor for my humble person."

His gaze left the table when you breathed.

"You heard me?"

A part of him felt bad for having spied on your heart without your consent. But the jubilation was too great for the other. A happy accident, right?

"So you're lying."

"It doesn’t matter. It wasn’t for you to hear."

He left the back of his chair to stick his knees to the table.

"Am I not the main concerned?"

In return, you sank into your chair.

"You don’t love me."

"That is not true."

"You don’t love me the way I love you."

"Again..."

He placed the palm of his hand on the table. With a slow motion, he drew his lips towards yours. When he felt your trembling breath intertwine with his, he whispered.

"You’re lying."

Your confession was his. Time to return the favor. He placed a kiss on the corner of your lips, slipping words to appease your heart.

"But I guess this time I can forgive you. You couldn’t have known."

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Hi, first of all. CONGRATS TO 200+ FOLLOWERS🎉🎉🎉 You deserve it Ally ♥️ For the prompts: I know that I am a cheesy sap, sorryHow does "I'll be here to protect you." sound for Kakashi? Maybe one where he had a bad nightmare (again) but for the first time the reader sees him really panicky and frantic and he tries to hide so she doesn't see him like this. But she encourages him and calms him down by saying "I'll be here to protect you." (tho this boi doesn't need that at all ahahah). And she just has this smiling and precious aura And for the first time in a while he actually feels calm and not tense

Sorry if I did this wrong, I'm fairly new to Tumblr and I really enjoy your talent. Have a great day ♡

Kakashi — "I'll be here to protect you." 545 words

Ahhhh! You’re so sweet, thank you! ♡ Kakashi deserves all the protection, even if he doesn’t need it. I really hope you enjoy this. It's a little angsty, I got a little carried away. Kakashi is honestly one of my favorites to write for.

Kakashi woke up with a start, skin sticking to the sheets underneath him and a heavy weight against his chest. His fingers fumbled around, but they didn’t have to go far as they made contact with your arm. You were already so close to him, and as the haze inside his mind started to disperse, he realized your fingers were brushing through his hair. You were humming something, something soft; or maybe you were speaking. The muffled sounds of his blood rushing through his veins was too loud to decipher which one.

This wasn’t the first time he had awoken from a nightmare, and you’re certain it wouldn’t be the last, but this was the first time you slept beside him to witness it. You watched as he tried to curl away from you, as he tried to sit up, his bare back blocking your line of vision. You avoided touching his skin, avoided hovering and looking directly into his eyes, but he still turned his back to you, so you continued humming; watched every anxious tick, flinch and jitter of his nerves wave through his shoulders; watched the shaky inhale and exhale of his body as he heaved and tried to gulp down oxygen. But more importantly, you waited - quietly and patiently - and he didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t demand to know what was wrong, didn’t ask him a million times if he was okay as all the others did. You waited, humming that stupid song he said he liked when you guys went grocery shopping yesterday. He heard the bed rustle, the dip as your weight moved closer to him and he tensed, side eyeing you as you got out of the bed. He watched you walk to your closet, pulling out the hoodie you stole from his apartment two weeks ago. His favorite one, even if he didn’t wear it any more. You sat down on the floor in front of him, smiling softly as your eyes rested on his knees. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you slip your arms inside the sleeves, hands stuck under the fabric before you took his bare hands in your covered ones.

“Would you like some tea?” How could you speak so kindly to me? “I can make some quickly. Or maybe some breakfast. I think there’s a diner open.” He squeezed your hand, and you smiled so genuinely, so gently at him. His heart was pounding against his ribcage. You didn’t look him in the eye when you spoke again, and he was almost disappointed as much as he was relieved. “I’ll be here to protect you-”

Kakashi took a deep, albeit shaky, breath, cutting you off, and climbed off the bed. He sat on your thighs, legs wrapped around your middle and his head buried into your neck. He was so much bigger than you were, with his broad shoulders and toned thighs. Standing, you only reached up to his collarbones. So why - why in this very moment - why did he feel so small? Why did he feel so safe when he folded himself in half and curled in your lap?

“I can’t promise to keep the nightmares away, but I can promise to be here when they’re much too tough to bear.”

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The Brothers mini playlists

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(A/N) lol my first OM post. Anyway here are mini playlists for each of the boys based on my personal headcannons for them and the kind of music I think they would listen to. Feel free to request other characters or ask for context !

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Lucifer

Little Dark Age-MGMT

Happy Together(cover)-Gerard Way (Feat. Ray Toro)

Mr Loverman-Ricky Montgomery

Blasphemy-Bring Me The Horizon

Somewhere Only We Know-Keane

Mammon

Mirrors-Justin Timberlake

Buddy Holly-Weezer

Stutter-Maroon 5

Classic-MKTO

Treasure-Bruno Mars

Leviathan

Fleeting Lullaby-Ado

World Is Mine-Ryo

ココロのちず(Kokoro no Chizu)-BOYSTYLE

月の大きさ(Size of the Moon)-Nogizaka46

Hikaru Nara-Goose House

Satan

Son of a Beach- The Polarity

beetlejuicebeetlejuicebeetlejuice-Life After Youth

Harvey-Her's

Italo Disco-Last Dinosaurs

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out-The Smiths

Asmodeus

Cannibal-Kesha

Play Date-Melanie Martinez

Oops!...I Did It Again-Britney Spears

Kiss Me More-Doja Cat (feat.SZA)

Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.)-Katy Perry

Beelzebub

This Charming Man-The Smiths

Fell In Love With a Girl-The White Stripes

Smile Like You Mean It-The Killers

Dream Boy-Waterparks

Eat That Up, It's Good For You-Two Door Cinema Club

Belphegor

The Drug In Me Is You-Falling in Reverse

Les Enfants Terribles-Escape the Fate

Teenage Dirtbag-Wheatus

Just Like You-Falling In Reverse

Dirty Little Secret-The All-American Rejects

#obey me #om #obey me headcanons #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me brothers #the great mammon #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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still into you ⁀➷⋆·˚ ༘

❥ college!tsukishima kei x gn reader ❥ wc: 3.1k ❥ content: alcohol ment (reader gets slightly tipsy), childhood friends/rivals to lovers, mutual pining ❥ author's note: i do not know what this is, an idea forced its way into my brain and 3.1k words later i need someone to take this away from me

you regret coming to this frat party about five minutes in.

your disdain reaches its peak after an hour and a half as you mournfully sip at the concoction masquerading as punch in your solo cup, not even halfheartedly listening to the man seated beside you on the deck steps, name already forgotten as he drones on about a topic you’ve also forgotten. you’ve tried every polite rebuff you could think of (even threw in a few not-so-polite ones) but apparently this guy is a warrior not to be deterred. sure, you can leave, but that would mean going back inside to the chaos within that exists without so much as room to really breathe— you know because you’ve checked, hence why you’re outside in the first place. yamaguchi’s still inside somewhere with some old teammates from karasuno, and while you’d had fun with the reunion earlier, you had to tap out as your social battery started to quickly diminish from the group’s intensity; it's just your luck that yamaguchi happens to be your ride home.

and so you stay reluctantly planted where you are, eyes locked to your phone while you occasionally send a distant mm-hmm to the guy as he speaks. swirling the dark liquid in your cup, you think back to the warmth and comfort of your bed, the movies you could be catching up on from your watchlist; hell, even studying would be preferable to the shithole of a night it's been. but no, you had to want to get out and have fun and do something different to take your mind off things. 

you decide then and there to never leave your comfort zone ever again.

multicolored light bounces off your skin as you absentmindedly scroll through instagram, contemplating just saying fuck it and calling an uber home (low bank account be damned) until something changes in the conversation. you’re not sure if it’s what he said or how he said it but you’re suddenly much more aware of the conversation in a way you nearly immediately wish you weren’t.

“no but really, we’d be good together, i think,” he’s saying (almost slurring, really) while you muster all your willpower to keep your face neutral. “thinkin’ we could go out, maybe get a drink sometime?”

a battle is lost in your internal war when you feel your brows furrow. “um, no, thank you,” you mutter, “really don’t think that would be a good idea.” you begin to turn more fully away, head facing your phone again, when you hear him laugh lightheartedly. you’d give him credit for his tenacity if it weren’t so agitatingly hyperfocused on you.

“come onnn, sweetheart. i promise i can show you a good time, better than any of those pricks in there-”

you’d long forgotten that the back door was left open, and you’re so caught up in pretending to care that an old classmate from just got back from a trip to paris that you don’t hear the footsteps behind you as the guy gets cut off. the shiver that races down your spine when the figure speaks is unmistakable though, because you’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“pretty clear you just got rejected, dude. unless you’ve got a humiliation kink you should probably leave right about now.”

“huh? th’ hell did you just s-” your unwanted companion starts to yell, but then he turns and has to crane his neck to look up at the party crasher. the rest of whatever he’s about to say must die on his tongue, likely due to just how much he has to angle his head to take in the entirety of the 6’4 frame in front of him that looks even bigger and broader when being seen from below. you’re suffering from the opposite problem of trying not to look at him, though your eyes may have flitted towards the blond once or twice. maybe.

“sorry, what was that? it’s a bit loud, you’ll have to speak up a bit.”  tsukishima’s grinning from ear to ear as he speaks, tone friendly and sickeningly jovial. the man next to you takes to huffing and grumbling under his breath before wobbling upright. he sends one last fleeting glance in your direction and he turns on his heel, sloppy gait carrying him back inside before he’s getting wrangled away by some other random. the breath you hadn’t realized you’ve been holding falls from your lips in a woosh, and you have about a second to feel relief at your freedom.

until you realize that now you’re left alone with tsukishima, and you’re left trying to keep your brain together as you feel it begin to short circuit.

you’re not really sure when the shift happened. tsukishima kei has been a overgrown thorn in your side since you were both four years old, with yamaguchi usually having to play mediator during the times you threatened to beat him up after him making fun of you. it must have been around age 12, you decide. that was when you began to notice just how much he towered over you; it was a lot less fun to try and intimidate him after that. his voice changed too, a deeper tone that made you feel weird, the same feeling in your tummy when he spoke as when you had actual lines in the school play the year before. 

still, you remained oh so blissfully unaware of your blooming feelings until high school, during which you subsequently lost your shit and did everything you could to gaslight yourself into forgetting the realization. it kind of worked, actually— you convinced yourself he was nothing more than an alien who spawned into your life that you somehow just couldn’t get rid of, and the two of you spent the next four years still orbiting around each other, but with your own respective paramours, though neither of you had anything particularly serious. 

not far into sophomore year of college, for some unfathomable reason, the pandora’s box was suddenly opened, and everything you’d worked so hard to trap emerged with a tenfold vengeance, its strength steadily growing even more over the next year until reaching its peak last month. it's been so bad that recently you’ve been spending more free time almost anywhere else than with your childhood friends, claiming sickness or the need to study.

which makes tsukishima’s sudden appearance in front of you quite problematic.

he’s smirking down at you after having watched the stranger return to the party. “you’re welcome, by the way,” he drawls out, ignoring the way you roll your eyes as he crouches beside you, making himself comfortable next to you on the steps as he props his head on his hand.

“what are you, a guard dog?” you mutter your gratitudes almost under your breath, turning your head to your drink.

“someone clearly needs one.”

tsukishima follows your gaze to the cup he didn’t realize you’re holding and frowns, reaching out and grabbing the plastic from your hands. you sputter out a complaint but he pays you no attention, raising the cup closer to his nose and sniffing, grimacing, and finally unceremoniously throwing the cup onto the lawn.

“what the hell, i was drinking that!”

“then you’re welcome once again, dumbass.” he settles back and considers you, hunched over your phone as far on the other side of the wooden step as you can physically get. “why are you even at a party like this, anyway?”

you flinch.

“needed a distraction.” you’re eternally grateful your voice is even and finally turn to face him, a single eyebrow quirked up at him. “if anything i should be asking you that, four-eyes.” he sighs in response, running a hand through his hair and leaning back further against the steps.

“yamaguchi wouldn’t stop hounding me about it,” he groans out tiredly. “as though i don’t work to actively avoid the guys from high school as it is.”

“d’aww, they love you too, tsukki.” without thinking you reach out, fingers finding his cheek as you pinch the slightly warm skin lightly. he grumbles under his breath and shoves your hand away, which works just as well because touching him for some reason makes you feel completely mortified.

“you’re all aggravating,” he says. “seriously, and what is with you and always attracting the most pathetic guys imaginable?”

you frown; even if he’s kind of right, he doesn’t need to say it. “hey, besides that guy they haven’t all been terrible. although in his defense he was drunk, so-”

“and you’re in denial. it was the same thing back in high school. you looked so miserable all the time it almost made me nauseous, and yet you kept chasing after those losers.”

“yeah, well that was because i really was always practically in love with-” you instantly snap your mouth shut because yeah what the fuck are you saying. 

in hindsight, indulging in party punch really might not have been the best idea you’ve ever had.

“you were what?” 

in the blink of an eye you find yourself in a worst-case scenario: being scrutinized by the man known for his perception and all because of your own big (slightly inebriated) mouth. tiny drops of perspiration bead on your palms and you try to discreetly wipe your hands on your jeans while simultaneously contemplating how to live a full life without ever leaving your house again.

“not important. and anyway, you’re one to talk. i remember none of your relationships lasting very long either, casanova.” you pray desperately to any deity that exists that he takes the bait.

elation flows from you in waves when he thankfully does. “that was… partially my fault,” he replies and he awkwardly scratches at the back of his neck. “but even then, they were never as bad as yours.”

his words pique your interest, as well as his tone, and you cock your head in confusion. “your fault? what did you do?” then you freeze, blood running cold at the smirk he flashes at you.

“tell me who you were in love with first.”

you’re certain you’ve never hated anyone more in your life. “okay one, i said practically. two, it’s a figure of speech, and three, it's none of your business.”

“you’re so obvious when you get caught.” he’s laughing now, though he at least tries to stop when you glare at him.

“fine,” you reluctantly grit out, “if you must know, i may have had a thing for someone back then. but he was a jerk, so it never mattered. now spit it out: what did you do? you said it was your fault they didn’t work out.”

“partially,” he corrects. “i couldn’t see anything lasting with any of them regardless, which is no one’s fault. looking back though, i realized part of it may because i was… projecting expectations onto them.”

you tilt your head. “i don’t follow.”

that’s when tsukishima starts to fidget, which is odd in itself because fidgeting isn’t a very tsukishima trait. his fingers drum against the wood and he closes his eyes, shaking his head softly.

“i … it’s possible that i wanted them to act more like someone i knew i couldn’t have, and everything was doomed from the start.”

“didn’t think you were the pining type.”

“shut up.” he turns to you then, and something in the way his eyes hold yours feels charged in a way you’ve never felt. it locks you to his gaze, unmoving as he continues. “there was no way i even had a chance…”

the air between you hangs heavy with words unsaid. your brow furrows while his eyes fall over your face, searching your features for something before—

“hold on…” you’re sputtering out at the same time he’s exclaiming, “w-wait, did you…?” a moment passes as you both freeze, gears turning in each of your heads before you let out a strained laugh, turning to him with an incredulous expression.

“no, you’re screwing with me. there’s no way you-”

but the words are shattered before they can form when you get a look at tsukishima’s face— the parts he isn’t hiding with the back of his hand, that is. you can still faintly make out the rosy tint of his skin from behind his fingers, and the way his eyes are frantically trying to focus on anything that isn’t you…

oh, you’re about to lose your shit. nostalgic.

“you.. you liked me?!” you shriek and he jumps at the volume of your voice (definitely not from your words). “why the hell didn’t you ever say anything?!” 

“huh?! w-why would… i figured you’d kick me in the balls or try to actually beat the shit out of me! you should have said something!” his arms are raised in defense at the way you’re smacking at his shoulder.

“what, for you to laugh in my face? are you out of your mind?!”

there’s silence, save from your heavy breathing, as you process the gravity of the revelation you’d both just experienced. it feels like something grand, something important and precious unfitting for the setting of the backyard deck at a seedy frat party, but beggars can’t be choosers. and you’re not sure if it’s the lingering effects of the alcohol or the tension of trying to keep a secret for over a decade, but despite the twisting in your stomach and the pounding of your heart, something shifts in your brain.

you decide to finally rip the bandaid.

“it’s… not just a past tense thing for me, y’know?” your voice is barely above a whisper, but you know that he hears you. “not for a while now.”

you’re refusing to look at him, which was a mistake, because you could’ve seen the stunned expression on his face as he gapes at you. the way he has to blink a couple of times as though he didn’t understand the words you just said, has to take a steadying breath to compose himself.

“oh?” you hear that teasing tone, turn to see that stupid smirk on his face, and yeah, you’re definitely gonna kill him one day.

“see?! this is exactly what i was afraid of, you asshole!”  you try to swat at him again but this time he grabs your wrist, dragging it down and pressing your hand against the wood beside you.

“really? i’m not laughing.” which is… true, you concede. he’s moved closer to you at some point, making your heart leap into your throat but also giving you a clearer view of his face, redder than you’ve ever seen it, blush crawling down his neck into the collar of his sweater.

“so this is why you’ve been avoiding us.”

you jolt; of course he would mention it. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.” the look he shoots you, flat and unamused, makes anything else you were going to say melt away. until his expression softens, which makes you speechless for an entirely different reason.

“didn’t expect how much i’d want to see you,” he murmurs, and suddenly you’re not entirely convinced you aren’t wasted right now. “how much i actually like… having you around.”  you feel his thumb run over your wrist, gently caressing the skin, as you’re left to sift through the plethora of emotions coursing through you. out of everything, what you feel most is a disbelief— at what’s happening, the unfortunate series of events that led to it, but also at the time that had been lost, wasted in the years where you thought you had nothing but your pride.

“how long?”

it’s like he’s psychic, somehow. you try to turn away, embarrassment coating your every nerve, but you don’t make it very far before a gentle hand catches your chin, shifting you back to face him. you expect to be met with a smirk but his features are soft and serious once he comes into view, and you try to ignore the swooping feeling in your stomach as nervousness and anticipation threaten to eat you alive.

“since… since we were in junior high.”

he pauses, eyes widening a fraction before returning back to normal, lips parting to release a quiet gasp that you can only barely hear. the reaction makes you feel even more exposed for some reason and you fidget slightly in his hold. “your turn,” you murmur, a bit surprised by how soft your own voice sounds in your own ears.

his tone mirrors yours. “guess,” he says.

your brain flits back to when you were 8 and he agreed to push you on the swing set, even after loudly complaining about how lame you were. to the haphazard bouquet of park flowers he thrust in your face in apology when you were 13 after making you cry during an argument. to senior year of high school, when he’d nearly made your ex-boyfriend piss himself when confronted for cheating on you; you couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen tsukishima so angry. and then, your brain hyperfocuses on the now, on the dreamy-eyed look on his face, a look that feels inherently familiar because of all the brief glimpses you’ve gotten over the years.

tsukishima might be right– maybe you are an idiot.

you groan out in exasperation, hands clutching at the hem of his sweater as you feel yourself drawing even nearer to him. you can feel the heat radiating from his body, and it shocks you how welcome it is because you hadn’t realized you were cold. “i can’t believe you,” you grumble, pouting. “you really could’ve told me ages ago. you’re the worst.”

warmth explodes across your skin when you feel his forehead press against your own. he’s close enough to you now that his lips almost brush over yours, close enough that you can almost feel his smile against your mouth. it’s a genuine smile, one that you really don’t see very often, and suddenly you’re giddy.

“i know,” he breathes.

later, you both would separately claim to have been the one to make the first move. it doesn’t really matter, though, not here, not when you can feel the gentleness of tsukishima’s touch holding your cheek as your lips meet. it’s soft, tentative and testing, but it’s enough to dull everything else in your brain to a subdued murmur. really, there’s no way you could think of much else when his fingers travel to your chin again, tilting your head for better access and gripping slightly tighter after the short gasp you let escape at the feeling of his tongue meeting yours.

you’re unsure of how much time passes before you reluctantly pull back for air, eyes starry and wide as you gaze at tsukishima’s face.

“i bet you’ve had daydreams about doing that,” you whisper, grinning. he doesn’t need to know that you did, too.

“do you ever stop talking?”

but he’s smiling too as he leans in to kiss you again.

[lorelexi]

Tymps

kinda badboy!tsukishima kei x reader

summary: He is strawberries and oranges and cigarettes. A man you will never understand, a man who is forever yours.

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So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night? And keep on letting him change all my plans?

— Fiona Apple, “Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)”

The first time you meet Tsukishima Kei, he’s carrying a large speaker in his hands. He struggles to ludge the piece of equipment into his small apartment door, and you can’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“Are you going to be making a lot of noise?” Are the first words you say to him.

He supposes it’s justified, since he’s your new neighbor that moved in two weeks prior. You hadn’t interacted with him at all, and the idea of a new, crazy-loud neighbor didn’t make you all that happy.

“Depends.” Is what he chooses to respond with, and you roll your eyes.

“On?”

“The genre of music I chose to listen to that night.”

He sounds pretentious. He is pretentious, and it looks like he knows it as well.

“I have a kitten next door. Don’t make too much noise or I’ll call the landlord.”

You realize that you’re being a bit harsher than you need to be, considering that he just moved in and has no knowledge of your animal adoption habits. You can’t find it in yourself to care. 

“You have a cat?” You nod your head and he seems to ignore your snarkiness, “what’s its name?”

“Kitty.”

He stares at you for a minute.

“Cute name,” he almost scoffs, the sound a lot raspier than his normal tone.

“I don’t need your sarcasm,” you deadpan, and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m not being sarcastic at all, sweetheart,” he smirks. “I’ll try to be quiet,” he begins to walk back into his apartment, the loudspeaker still struggling against the door frame. “For Kitty’s sake, not yours,” he adds, tilting his head and giving you a smile.

It’s practically an insult, but you let it fly over your head.

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[lorelexi]

Not me falling in love w him all over again

Is your bedroom ceiling bored?

It's 2 am, the moon is high in the sky, and only the four walls around you are aware of the overwhelming thoughts circling your head. you pushed your bed all the way under the window, so as you lay there, sad and lonely and helpless, you sigh wearily.

You've always thought tsukishima was like the moon. pale and cold, but still incredibly soothing and unimaginably beautiful. you were one of those worthy of seeing the slight break in the stoic persona, even if it only jumps out briefly from time to time, and that never helped the way your heart seems to beat harsher at a mere mention of his name.

you bring your hands up to your face, this is so embarrassing. you were never supposed to catch feelings, not when you surely knew that such feelings would forever remain unreciprocated. you never knew his type, never even understood if he was into the idea of relationships at all, but there's just something about the songs sent randomly at 3 am in your messages that make your heart flutter.

all you could do was watch him, going at his own pace in whatever it is that you have, forever holding back the way you wish you could kiss him goodnight.

you know your ceiling must be bored of you at this point, staring at it almost religiously on the daily as you think and think and think of all the things you want to do with him, and all the love you wish you could give him.

you occasionally wonder if he does the same, stare up at his ceiling and think of you, but the more you put the facts together, the more your heart shatters at the conclusion you reach.

sometimes it makes you cry, looking at the moon that just undoubtedly resembles him, mumbling about the way you wish you could tell him all of this. sometimes, when your roommate isn't around, you let your voice rise further, and the moon only listens.

"I want to tell you," you cry. "I want to love you."

tsukishima is an early riser. he liked taking a walk in the waking sun every morning before school, and he still likes it now as he puts on his headphones to walk to uni.

he looks up at the sun, letting the music soothe him as he silently asks the beams for advice, but she never replies. she only listens as he talks and talks and talks in his head, maybe even occasionally mumbling out loud, but she never replies.

tsukki can't even pinpoint the exact moment all of this started. it's like you sneaked in, silent and careful, and made a home of his very abandoned heart.

he stares himself in the mirror after practice, trying to remember, to just know what can he do about feeling like this, to understand whether you really are the one, if he's ready to let his walls down even just a bit for you.

with his stoicism, the way he subconciously treats everybody, he knows just how difficult for the possibility of such feelings being reciprocated to exist. only thing he knows how to show affection with is through music, and it's almost a bodily reflex when he finds himself sending you songs at any given time of the day, and maybe he sent you a song or two spelling out the way he feels about you before.

tsukishima knows he never wanted anything this bad. he comes to the conclusion one day, that he actually fell for you, for the loud giggle and silent doodles of him and his headphones in class that you proudly show him from time to time, and the sun still never answers when he asks for guidance.

sometimes his mind would trick him into looking beyond what could be if you felt the same, all the things he wants to do with you, all the things you can share together until he actually starts thinking that hey, you might actually like him back one day if he works hard enough, but life just can't be this good.

it's just a crush, he tries to convince himself at some point. it'll fade eventually, he whispers to his ceiling.

and as he looks up at the gates of his uni and finds you there, bopping your head subtly to a tune playing in the headphones on your head that just happens to coincidentally match his, he feels the flutter in his chest again.

you had your back to him, but he makes sure to make his presence known as he bumps into your shoulder on his way in. you throw a curse that he doesn't hear before following suit, and you notice that tsukki has already started a spotify session for you to join so you can listen to music together on the way to class.

not a single word is spoken, barely even touching, but you both wonder the same thing.

is your bedroom ceiling bored like mine?

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reupload bc tumblr algorithm hates me, but this is based on is your bedroom ceiling bored? by sody x cavetown!

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[lorelexi]

a/n: I couldn’t sleep, popped up some mint gum, opened Spotify and hit shuffle and this was born.

tags: soft toji, twilight reference?, domestic bliss, domestic toji, dancing in your kitchen, fluff

Boyfriend Toji who

notices you smile in the middle of a movie marathon. you grinned as the couple dance around the kitchen. some old love song -probably by Elvis- was playing in the background and from the light of the tv toji could see the corners of your eyes squint. you were surely smiling.

the next morning you wake up to the smell of something in the air, breakfast?

you tip toed your way to the kitchen and your hypothesis was correct, your boyfriend’s back was turned to you as he flipped something on the pan.

“I never knew you were one for breakfast.” you mutter, wrapping your arms around his waist. he wasn’t expecting you to be up at this hour, so he hums, “not always.” he replies, “just thought a change of routine might be nice.”

you watch him flip the once liquid, now fluffy mass cake in it’s entirety. how he learned to cook pancakes was completely out of your range of knowledge, but you didn’t question him. you wouldn’t.

“how’d you sleep last night?” he asked.

“good,” you indulge in morning conversation, “but I didn’t like waking up without my boyfriend at my side.”

he tsks, shortly before turning the stove off. “but I always leave early for work,” you counter his defense, rolling your eyes, “yeah but you always give me a kiss before leaving. how do I know I got one this morning? a girl needs her good luck at the start of her day.”

“don’t worry,” he turns to you, displaying a full smile. “I’ll make it up to you.” fishing his phone out, he’s quick to open up Spotify. You’ll see, he says after noticing the questioning look on your face.

Flightless Bird (wedding version)- by Iron & Wine plays in the background before he pulls you towards him, “What are you doing?” you ask.

“what? don’t think I didn’t notice you smiling during last night’s movie?” his soft accusation leaves you blushing, “and who am I to deny my girl of her fantasies? now, let me spin you.”

a/n: update- it’s nearly 5am and I couldn’t sleep. Apparently I had the sudden urge to write soft toji?? And yes twilight was my inspiration 😭🤧💙 a girl can dream