Coming Home At Twilight

Coming Home At Twilight

A lil Nanami brain rot (more like a rant)

Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Genre: fluff, domesticity, drabble, slice of life

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.7k words

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“I’m home,” you call to no one in particular. You are met with the eerie silence of your home, the air conditioner humming softly in the background as a natural ambient sound to fall asleep. You slip on a pair of house slippers, the soft padding breaking the serenity of the home. 

You walk into the living room and the sight of Kento sleeping soundly on the leather couch with a book open on his chest and his glasses still resting on his nose appears before you. It is a wonderful sight to see him so relaxed and casual; the light just barely peeking through the twilight, ending the night puts you into tranquility. Smiling, you set down your work bag and tiptoe closer. 

His shirt still tucked, but ruffled from turning in his sleep, his tie thrown half-hazardly on the one of the cushions and he still looked as handsome as ever. Perfectly sculpted cheekbones, his defined jaw, the slope of his nose, his normally flawlessly styled hair now hanging in small wisps on his forehead and seeing all of it, there was no doubt in your mind that he was made by the gods themselves. 

His eyebrows were no longer pinched together and his lips were relaxed, not the typical thin line of subtle annoyance that could quickly curl into irritability. In other words, he was the epitome of effortlessly good-looking. 

You gently pry off his glasses, placing them on the coffee table. He doesn’t flinch nor open his eyes. He is typically a light sleeper, constantly hyper aware in his sleep. He gives no sign of waking up.

He must’ve had a long day at work last night.

You glance at the clock on the coffee table, a frown growing. It is still 4:56 in the morning. A part of you wished to not wake him up, give him some well deserved rest, but concern rose in your chest at the thought he might be overworking himself. You set your hand on his, tracing the veins that protruded from his knuckles. 

You lean over and place your lips on his forehead, brushing away the hair that fell on his face. When your eyes fall onto his face again, you are met with pools of a gentle blue sea that is his eyes. You kiss his forehead again and his eyes flutter closed.

“Love, you should be sleeping on the bed instead of the couch,” you mutter against his hairline. 

He sighs exhaustedly, running a tired hand through his hair before meeting your gaze, bored orphic eyes sucking the light out of the room. You just knew that he was sleeping on the couch to wait for you to come home as much as he would hate to admit it. You simply knew him too well.

You continue to stroke his cheek as if holding the finest china, your thumb caressing the skin just underneath his eye bags that were always there, making him look much more older and mature for his age. “How long have you been laying here?”

His eyes soften just a little from your touch and he shuffles to make himself more comfortable, resting his head against his forearm. “I was reading a book and then I fell asleep.” Then it must have been a couple hours, you concluded.

You knit your eyebrows together. “You haven’t been overworking yourself, have you?” 

He shakes his head. “No, I haven’t,” he says with nonchalant honesty. Nanami knows how you complain when he pushes himself too much, but his job was still demanding. His work ethic is certainly admirable. 

Your hand instinctively moves to his chest, just above his stomach, patting it soothingly. “You should get some more rest. I’ll wake you up for breakfast.”

“No. Stay here.”

Your eyebrows knit together, causing a wrinkle on your nose and forehead. “No?” His request was strange to say the least. He never did anything out of the necessary and frankly, it was like that for most of your relationship. Sure, there were some moments of shared affection, but even then, Nanami was a man who liked to keep to himself. 

Swinging his legs over the edge and pulling you up, he wraps his arms around your waist and begins to sway back and forth as if to balter to a silent tune, his forehead leaning against yours and his breath tickling your nose.

Your body stiffens in surprise. He’s not normally like this.

You pull away just enough to scan his face for anything strange. He doesn’t look any different. You place the back of your hand on his forehead, feeling his temperature.

Kento’s eyebrows furrow in slight irritation and the peaceful look of bliss flickers away at the cool touch of your hand. “What are you doing?”

You frown. “Are you sick, Kento? It’s not typical of you to act like this.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Oh,” is your only response as you give up the energy to explain his strange behavior. Hesitantly, you relax into his embrace and he pulls you flush against his body as your arms drape over his shoulders. You exhale the subtle cologne of wood and maple on his shoulder, releasing the mountain of stress that had accumulated on your shoulders throughout the last few weeks.

“You looked a little stressed,” he says eventually, answering your question from earlier. “Maybe this might alleviate it,” he murmurs into the shell of your ear, sending electricity down to your toes. His reassuring words and the way his tongue adds stress to his “t’s” warms the base of your stomach and causes butterflies to erupt.

You sigh heavily with content and he hums in response. It did help lessen the tempestuous strain in your mind. Work was a pain and becoming a slight burden, but Kento had no problem soothing it all away with soft kisses and passionate embraces. 

You felt like your soul were floating of pure bliss, ascending away from Earth and into the heavens all while Kento kept you grounded and held on, refusing to let go as if you were his lifeline and truth was, you probably were his lifeline and he was yours. 

Your hand trails up to his hair, combing through his locks that tickled your palms. He releases a small sigh, melting in your touch and squeezes you just a little bit tighter like he was scared an outside force would snatch you away.

It would have been awkward if it wasn’t for the ill-coated affection. And though it was quiet, there weren't any words needed to be exchanged as if a turn of phrase would disrupt the comfortable silence the two of you created. 

You slowly blink away the sleep, but to no avail, you squint at the sun peeking through the horizon, it’s rays beam into the penthouse suite apartment. 

“The sky looks beautiful,” you mumble into his shirt, sleep threatening you into oblivion. 

“Mhmmm,” he hums agreeingly into your hair, his hands running along the valley of your spine, up and down before settling on your lower back. He cracks his eyes open, also slowly succumbing to exhaustion due to lack of sleep. He peers down to see you in all your angelic beauty. The sun highlights the plains of your face, your cheeks illuminating golden in the early morning sun. You looked ethereal. Serendipity must have been on his side when he first met you.

He is aware that the sunrise is beautiful, reds, oranges, pinks, yellows, and blues smeared across the sky as the sun slowly creeps up like every cliché painting, but you are even more divine and luminous than the star itself so he stares at you with an adoration that is only meant for you. 

You crane your head, meeting his soft gaze and breaking his scrutiny. You stare intently at his vivid blue hues, as blue as the sky, the dawn making his eyes gleam. Perhaps that’s why you feel like floating when he is holding you close to him. Maybe that’s why you feel like you’re in heaven when you’re his arms, but also grounded at the same time because he is like heaven on earth.

Wow.

Your eyelids feel heavy as you slowly close them, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips as you raise yourself on your toes towards him. He meets you halfway and closes the space, giving you a few kisses before pulling away, satisfied.

You mumble a quick, “I love you,” against the corner of his lips before pecking his cheek and leaning against his chest once again as he ever so slightly sways back and forth, as if rocking you to sleep.

“Love you too.” He no longer shies away from those words like he used to, weary of the lifelong commitment those words brought. He reaches for your hand, the certain finger containing a gold wedding ring. He places his lips on the cool metal, a wordless reminder of his infinite love, sealed by a simple promise.

“Let’s go to bed,” he mutters against the crown of your head and you let out a soft sigh. His arm still wrapped around your waist, he guides you into your shared bedroom.

You sink into the mattress, groaning at the relief that flooded through your body. Kento crawls next to you, his calloused hands never leaving your waist. 

“Ken,” you say, voice groggy and practically on the verge of passing out. “Don’t you have to go to work?”

“I’m taking a day off,” he says simply. “You must be exhausted. Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up in time for breakfast.”

You scoff softly into the silk pillowcase. “As if,” and with that you fell asleep to his fingers lingering aimlessly on your clothed stomach. 

Nanami contemplated if it was a good idea to wait for you to come home and wake up in the wee hours of the morning only for him to fall asleep on the couch and you had to pulled him out of sleep. Maybe it didn’t go as planned, but it sure felt nice when the two of you watched the sunrise together before going back to bed. 

He whispers another ‘love you’ into the back of your neck before letting sleep cast its spell. Though he falls into a deep dreamless slumber, he feels light and airy like floating among the clouds. 

Yeah, you definitely made him feel like he had entered heaven and it never gets old. 

the love in life which keeps us young | matsukawa issei

synopsis: in which matsukawa issei thinks of you as he says his vows.

characters: matsukawa issei, issei anon you

genre/wc: fluff, 2000+

a/n: no thoughts brain v empty only issei

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“Do you wanna write out our vows or do you just wanna repeat after whatever the dude says?”

You look at Issei, his eyebrows knit together in the way that tells you he’s serious about his question, then at the faraway look he has on his face as his eyes zeroes in on the wall behind you. You laugh; the kind that fills you with a sort of giddiness that you don’t think you could ever get sick of, before taking a quick sip of your drink and thinking about his words.

“This is the one time in our lives where you get a chance to make me feel like a Y/N in front of a crowd, Issei,” you laugh.

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lab partner

the moment you realized you loved him

description: your friend, kuroo, offers to help you catch up on some chemistry homework, and after a lab accident you realize that maybe he might just be more than a friend. 

genre: fluff

warnings: language

a/n: ap chem prepared me for one thing and one thing only

“Thanks for helping out,” you said while tightening your goggles, “I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no big deal,” Kuroo reassured you, “I don’t mind the extra lab practice either.” 

After being out sick for two weeks with pneumonia, you couldn’t have more to catch up on in school. Thankfully, Kuroo had offered to help you with chemistry, so there was one less task to worry about completing.

“You said this was a titration?” You asked while examining the lab procedure.

“Yeah, can you grab a burette?” He asked while scribbling notes onto his own packet. “They should be in the closet with the other supplies.”

“Roger.”

Chemistry has always been difficult for you- fun, but difficult. It fulfilled your childhood dream of mixing exciting liquids of different colors and creating bubbling “potions” that filled you with nostalgia. However, the actual science behind the chemicals tended to blow over your head.

Kuroo, on the other hand, enjoyed the calculations. Something about the methodical approach, to an otherwise theoretical subject, brought him peace because there was always a single right answer. There was no hesitation or second guessing himself. He was always in control.

Except with you. With you, he was completely lost in a state of limbo- entirely unable to fight off the pulls from both sides. 

Were you just friends, or more?

The question caused his thoughts to run around in circles, going back and forth in a never ending cycle. Spending time with you only made everything even more confusing. 

Technically, he knew that you were only friends, but he wasn’t blind enough to not notice how the air between you two was laced with something different- and it was addicting.

Your smile made his palms sweat and every time your fingers would brush against his, Kuroo’s heart would jolt into overdrive and the sound of his pulse would rack in his brain.

That doesn’t happen with friends.

You, however, dismissed these feelings as nothing special. Sure, your stomach felt all funny whenever he was near and you really wanted to touch his hair, but that meant nothing. 

Because Kuroo was just a friend. 

And you would keep telling yourself this because nothing could be more awkward than admitting you had a crush on your lab partner. So maybe you were in denial, but it made things easier and that’s all that mattered.

“Oi,” Kuroo called out from the lab table, “what’s taking so long?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming!” You shouted back, shuffling back over to the lab table.

“I thought you got lost in there,” he teased with a wide grin, “here let me help you.” Kuroo plucked the materials from your grasp and placed them on the resin slab. 

You tried not to react when his fingers grazed your arms, instead focusing on the procedure that Kuroo had printed out. 

“We need Sodium Hydroxide for this right?” You couldn’t help but smile at the scrawled out annotations he had left for you. 

“Oh no,” Kuroo paled, “I forgot to ask Hayashi-Sensei to dilute some of that for us.”

The way he had slouched enough to fit his entire lanky frame onto the stool made your heart clench with fondness, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if his limbs were draped over you.

“Well, we need 1 Molar, right? What would it be diluted from?”

“12 Molar,” he deflated more. 

“We definitely can’t use that as a substitute.”

He shook his head, “I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to waste your time.”

You were a little disappointed, but the look on his face made your stomach churn. He looked so sad, and it made your heart ache.

“We can just come back another time, there’s no need to worry.” Your grade was definitely going to suffer for a while, but there was nothing that could be done about it.

“WAIT!” He shouted, jerking up from his position.

His outburst startled you and you stared at him, wide-eyed. 

“I’m a genius,” he grinned at you, and you tried to ignore how his smile made your chest tighten.

“Um, I’m happy for you?”

He was racing through the lab and towards the closet. “We can just dilute some of the 12 Molar NaOH to get 1 Molar! Duh, it’s so obvious. Why didn’t I think of it earlier?” He mumbled to himself while grabbing the flask.

You paled. “Isn’t 12 Molar really dangerous to handle?”

A sense of uneasiness began to blanket you. The way he was waving the Erlenmeyer flask around was a little too haphazard for your liking. 

“Well yeah, but Hayashi-sensei let me do it once under his supervision,” Kuroo reasoned. He hated how your face had dropped when he told you he had forgotten; he wanted to make it up to you. “I’ll be super careful,” he added.

You could feel yourself starting to give into his pleading. Something about the way his head was tilted and pupils dilated was hard to resist. You also really wanted to get this assignment over with, and you knew it would be difficult to book another time slot in the lab. 

“Fine,” you sighed, “just be cautious and put some gloves on.”

“You got it,” Kuroo exclaimed and hurried over to grab a beaker and stirring rod.

You smiled at his excitement, and slipped your own pair of gloves on too. 

“Can you check how much NaOH we need?” He called from across the room.

“Yeah, in a second!” For some reason, you couldn’t stop smiling. Maybe it was Kuroo’s infectious giddiness, or maybe the thought of you two working together so harmoniously- kind of like a team, or partnership, or maybe even a coup-

“Oi, earth to Y/n?”

The words were uttered right behind you, close enough to your ear to make the hair on the back of your neck stand up; the proximity startled you, and you jumped and whirled around to face Kuroo.

However, in your alarmed reaction, your arm came into contact with the flask containing the NaOH, knocking it off the lab table, shattering the glass, and spilling its contents everywhere. 

You didn’t have much time to react, before a pair of arms wrapped around your middle, and pulled you back from the wreckage- stacking you both onto a stool.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Kuroo frantically asked. 

You heard the question, yet the only thing on your mind was the fact that you were practically sitting on Kuroo’s lap, with his arms locked firmly around your frame in a tight embrace. 

You could feel his chest through your back, and every heaving breath made you rise and fall along with him. At the thought of your shared closeness, your face immediately erupted into a fiery heat and you went rigid in your shock.

“‘m fine,” you managed to choke out. 

His body slumped at your words, and you felt the tensed cords of lean muscle relax underneath you, but Kuroo’s arms didn’t loosen around your waist. You were still in his lap.

He was so warm. Not the volcanic temperature that your face had become, rather the feeling of a light blanket on a summer night. Kuroo was comfortable. As awkward as you felt in his grasp, you could easily get used to it- enjoy it even. 

“Are you sure?” He badgered, spinning you around so he could examine you for any damage. 

You were close enough for your noses to brush against each other, and as you stared into his worried, goggle-clad eyes, you knew

that this was love. 

There was no point in ever even denying it. Every memory with Kuroo was filled with so much adoration, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of eternity making enough memories with him to last forever. 

“I’m sure,” you whispered, breath ghosting onto his lips.

You weren’t sure who moved first, but your lips pressed softly against each other’s and it felt like the most natural thing in the entire world. His lips were slightly chapped, but oh-so addicting.

You had wanted this moment since forever ago, you realized as your stomach fluttered. 

Kuroo thought he was going to die. Well, first he thought you were going to die from the spill, and he had never felt more scared in his entire life. Everything had been going wrong today, except for this. Kissing you made his mind spin slowly, like a ballerina in a music box, and oh did it make his heart feel so full. 

So he kissed you deeper, pulling you impossibly closer. It was a clumsy kiss, your goggles kept knocking against each other, and he wondered if you could feel the smile that was taking over his lips. 

This was the missing piece in your relationship. For so long, Kuroo had felt like the friendly side-hugs and platonic words of affirmation weren’t enough. Touches would linger, searching for something else- something more. He knew he loved you, but for the longest time, it was only ever as a friend. At least that’s what he would tell himself. 

But now, as his lips were pressed against yours, Kuroo felt so whole. 

You didn’t know how much time had passed before you pulled back from each other, detangling your limbs and with a helping hand from Kuroo, you were able to climb off of the stool.

“Careful,” he mumbled, holding onto your elbows, “watch your step.”

You laughed. You couldn’t help it, you just never would have expected today to go like this. 

Kuroo eyed you nervously. “What’s so funny?” Were you laughing at him? He knew that the kiss wasn’t exactly phenomenal, but there would be plenty of time to improve- if he was reading the situation correctly.

“I’m just,” you started when your laughter died down, “I’m just happy.”

“Oh,” Kuroo felt his neck flush bright red, and he couldn’t meet your eyes, “me too.”

Something about the way that you were smiling so brightly, made a similar grin stretch across his own face; and Kuroo knew that your words rang true. 

And honestly, he was sure that there couldn’t be anything better than falling in love with your lab partner.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE.

synopsis; you were in the middle before you knew you had begun. or, the pride and prejudice remake that no one asked for. (for the love club love collab.)

pairing; sakusa x f! reader

contains; enemies-to-lovers, self-indulgent yearning, historical au (eighteenth century) with no discernible location, mutual pining, slow burn, no sex because it’s jane austen, lots of direct quotations from the novel and pride and prejudice (2005) because why ruin perfection

acknowledgements; i would like to formally thank @suedebunn for being my pillar of moral support and @kmorgzz for beta reading in my time of need. i love you both most ardently.

word count; 10.1k

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– ACT FIVE.

it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

at least, that’s what your mother, mouth full, would have told you and your sisters over the dinner table. retrospectively, though, you should have told her that she was entirely full of shit. had you known better then, you would have turned down the dances, the meetings, the tense flirtation. you would have, had you realized, separated yourself from him and his possibilities entirely. you would have rewritten the nature of your entire existence so that you did not, would not, have to watch your sister’s heart be shattered like glass across the tiles. 

perhaps single men want wives. but that does not mean they want you. and that certainly does not mean they will play nice to get it.

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Against the Clock [Oneshot]

100 Prompts: Timing

Summary: He followed her gaze to see Jean on the other side of the room, who was looking at her longingly, thus distorting Eren’s face into a sour frown. He know that look all too well. He shifted slightly, moving into her view instead and greeted her unceremoniously, “hey.” Mikasa blushed, she knew exactly what he was doing. [Eremika]

A/N: I love petty Eren. That is all. Set after chapter 50! Find this story on Fanfiction.net: {levi-nii-san}

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The image of her looking up at him with a plethora of emotions painted on her face burned in his mind, long after they escaped the whole fiasco. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see her own, bright as ever despite accepting that maybe that was it for them. She seemed genuinely fulfilled and content- elated, even- that she was spending her last moments with him.

And it didn’t exactly hit him until later on that that was her goodbye, that her whole speech thanking him had essentially confirmed her intent to die by his side, through thick and thin indeed.

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capricorn energy is when you have a short pity party but can’t stand the idea of failing to reach your unattainable expectations you set for yourself so you go back to working on the project that was causing you a mental breakdown in the first place.