A Heart Like Hers Did Not Deserve To Be In My World. Her Smile Is Contagious. A Small Sight Of It And

𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆―𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Summary: As the compound gets suffocating for Bucky, he decided to venture out in his old hometown when he found comfort looking bookstore with an interesting owner. As they get a chance to meet in person, their feelings are hard to keep to themselves, will they able to resolve that problem?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst.

Warning: Mention of HYDRA, Brief mention of injury, violence and death, few vulgar words, Soft!Bucky.

Status: Finished.

Spotify Playlist.

Chapter:

―The classics section

―The call

—𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵

—victim and vulnerability

—confession

―in a million years, I'd wait

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wip for part two of "Would have been the One" !!

That's all <333 (Those are two different screenshots!!)

Hey can you do a Larissa x femreader where reader insecurities get the best of her (age gap and how she looks maybe) and Larissa being stressed with work just push her more down to that hole and theres no happy ending...... sorry i just want to have a good cry

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

a/n: I didn't expect requests to be quite overwhelming but I love it! I had fun writing this cuz I love angst, thank you anon. &lt;3

“Doesn’t it feel weird?” your friend, Aera, said out of nowhere. Confused, you stopped drinking your coffee and tilted your head, pushing her to continue.

“I mean, Larissa’s older than you,” she said. You gripped your cup a little too hard as you kept still in your seat.

Don’t start this again.”

“I’m only stating my opinion.”

“Well, some opinions should be kept inside.” your anger was seeping, feeling your head boiling. “Y/N, she’s 43, you’re 24. Shouldn’t you be with someone who’s… I don’t know, a closer to your age?” she tried to reason.

“So what? I love her, and we’re both adults.”

“Jesus Christ, when was the last time she actually paid attention to you?” you stopped. People around you always talk about that feeling when they realize something big. When they froze. When they felt like time suddenly stopped. The feeling of your heart sinking. You were sure yourself you wouldn’t have to feel that. Everything was okay. You and Larissa are okay.

Yet you sit still, feeling your stomach drop, it almost made you sick. Everything around you was a blur. You felt your heartache, reaching your fingertips. Usually, you like the feeling of it while reading a sad book that made you sob. But at this moment, it hurts.

“S—she’s just busy.” You tremble.

“That’s bullshit. You’re forgetting that you’ve complained to me that your girlfriend hasn’t been giving you attention.”

You looked at Aera. “how much?”

“How much what?” she looked puzzled.

“How much have I been complaining?”

“...” she stared at you for a moment, before taking a deep breath. “At least every other day for weeks.” you bring your hand to your face, and you took a shaky breath as you feel an overwhelming emotion take over you. 

“Listen, I’m not saying this just because I want to ruin your relationship, because I know you love her so much and that you are happy with her. But for fuck sake know your worth.” She took your hand.

“You should be with someone who will be there when you need them. I understand that she’s busy but avoiding you isn’t the answer. You should be with someone who will make time for you and is younger than her. ”

You wipe the tear that has slipped, composing yourself. “I’ll talk to her.”

You walked along the corridor, the sun was setting, and the students has retreated to their own dorm rooms. You were sure Larissa was still on her desk. Seemingly enough, you were right.

You walked in quietly, wanting to get this over with as your heart pound like someone is playing the drums. Larissa didn’t even look up to see who entered, her eyes is glued to her laptop screen.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, love.”

“How many times will I tell you to knock before coming inside?” she briefly looked in your direction before going back to typing on her laptop. She was annoyed and her patient was running on thin ice.

You thought about backing away, letting this conversation be discussed at another time. But here you are, standing in front of her desk.

“We need to talk.”

She paused, looking up at you. You saw how annoyed she was, being disturbed by her work. It’s just like how your parents look at you.

“We can talk later, dear.” she pushed away.

You shook your head. “No. Let’s talk now.”

She sighed and massage the bridge of your nose. “What?”

You looked down, feeling an overwhelming anticipation rise up from your body. You took a deep breath before saying: “You haven’t paid attention to me.” you felt your anxiety rise, and words end up in a whisper at the end.

You heard her chuckle, and you heard your heart crack.

“Y/N, that's all you want to talk about?”

“Y–yes but-”

“I’ve been busy, my dear. Running an entire school with supernatural teenagers is harder than your job.” she gritted her teeth, holding her anger. She’d been stressed by the recent activities. Wednesday has been causing trouble all over town and Sheriff Galpin has been complaining none stop.

Her anger wasn’t towards you, she just has a lot going on right now.

You felt anger bubbling all over you. “Even so, you should take a break and maybe spend time with me.”

“Not everything is about you.”

“Oh really? Coming from the person who just said that running an entire school with supernatural teenagers is harder than my job.” You retorted. You had enough of her little act.

“You know what I mean.”

“No! I don’t get what you mean! Why is work more important to me? I understand that you are keeping the school working but you need a break as well and I—”

You jumped as she slammed her hand on her desk, flinching away as she rose from her seat. “You’re acting like a child Y/N! You need to grow up and realize that not everything is about you!”

You’re acting like a child Y/N. she thinks you’re just a child. Just like everyone thinks of you being in a relationship with her. 

You’re too young for her.

She’ll think you're a child.

She will have power over you.

She’s too old to be your partner.

Suddenly you feel tears in your eyes, your lips wobble in fear of her hurting you much more than she’s hurting you right now. You felt as if your heart was broken, broken into a million pieces. Maybe she wasn’t for you, you were just forcing it to work out.

Larissa paused, witnessing the damage she just caused. Your figure trembles as she towers over you. Your tears uncontrollably fall. You shield yourself against hers. She realized she became the monster she promised not to.

“Love, I–”

“Don't.”

She walked towards you, but you backed away. “You have no idea how much I’ve endured just to keep our relationship,” you said. “You have no idea how much I’ve heard people say how I should date people around my age. People say that I’m way too younger for you or you’re way too old for me. How you’ll think of me as a child.” you let everything out. The anger, the pain, the insecurities.

“I felt insecure about our relationship and you weren’t there for me! For us!” you cried, not caring about how loud you were being. “You’re always at work. I’m busy with work too but I make time for you. I wished that if I make time for you, you’d do the same.” you bring up a hand to cover your face. Your voice became hoarse and trembling.

“I guess I’m just a child.”

Her heart stung from the word she said. “No no no, you’re not a child, I was just stressed and was caught up with work.” she tried to reason out.

“Please love, I’m sorry I– I’ll make time for you. I promise. I’ll clear my schedule—”

“Too late.” she paused.

“... what?”

“Let’s end this Larissa,” you said, as you stared at her. “No please, Y/N. I’d do anything just don’t go—I’ll make time for you. Please love.” tears swell up in the corner of her eye. She wants you to stay. She needs you to stay. You were her home. The sole reason why she comes home.

“Goodbye Larissa.” You whispered, walking away from the distraught figure who is still trying to process everything.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m so sorry.” she cried out. Her knees gave in as she falls to the ground. As she heard the door close, she looked. You weren’t there anymore. You left her.

She cried that night, drinking a whole bottle of champagne. Burring her sorrow as she cried herself to sleep, hoping it was just a bad dream, and that you’d be there to comfort her when she wakes up.

You weren’t there anymore. She patted the empty side of her bed, realizing that you had left her. She cried that day, she couldn’t bring herself to go to work.

You were her last love. While she was just a love passing by, she was your second love. The love that hurts the most.

She watches you from afar. Dancing with your partner, in a beautiful white lacy dress and a veil on your hair. You were with the lover you deserve, the one who won’t be the reason she cries, the person who will make you happy, the person who will be there for you like she wished she was there.

Watches through the shadows. She brings her hand up to her neck, fidgeting with the necklace with a ring on.

It’s a bittersweet feeling, she still loves you. She never stopped loving you. She planned to propose to you after every workload she had. While trying to finish everything as early as possible, she ends up hurting you. Tears fell down her face, laughing at herself.

She would have been the one dancing with you right now.

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

a/n: we need more Larissa fics, I keep visiting the tag and I see that no one has uploaded something new yet. 😭 thank you fanfic writers for doing everyone a service.

Larissa had booked a one-week stay in a beach cabin, just the two of you. After the incident, it was clear to both of you that both of you needed a well-deserved break. Students were leaving for a break, so why not take a break as well?

You first step foot into the cold water, shivering slightly. The sun was coming up, and it was early. You were already in your bathing suit, a thin robe covering your skin. You liked the feeling of burying your feet in the sand while the water moved with the waves.

“Darling?” Larissa called out.

You turned and saw Larrisa with her signature shades and wearing her bathing suit. The wind suddenly became harsh, and your robe suddenly decided to roll down on your shoulder.

Larissa suddenly stopped, feeling frozen. You look beautiful, sexy even. She blushed as she stared at you more, but she couldn’t pull away. I mean, how could I?

“You swim? Do you not?” Slowly, you removed your robe and put it on the shore, staring at Larissa.

She almost didn’t hear you as she admired you. “I-I swim… pretty girl—” She blushed harder. “P-pretty good!” she said. “I swim pretty good!” She rephrased her words, feeling the embarrassment fill her insides.

You laughed at her shy demeanor. “Good, save me if I drown pretty girl!”

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𝐈 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

can be a part 2 of "pretty girl", but can be read as a stand-alone.

You didn’t know the train will be packed on a Sunday. You were going home with Larrisa after your one-week vacation. You were sure you got tanned even with the amount of sunscreen you put on. 

Somehow, while boarding the train, you got separated from Larissa whilst the crowd roughly pushed you, eager to go to their destination.

Usually, it would only take a few seconds to find Larissa, but this time, it was more challenging to look for her in a room full of people with similar heights as your fiance. You were getting anxious, a room full of people overwhelmed you. Without Larissa, you couldn’t even last a minute without getting anxious.

Your fingers started to fidget whilst you unconsciously bit your lip, looking for your fiance. You slightly jumped upon hearing your phone ring. You took the call without looking at the caller id.

“Hello?”

“Hello, my dear.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god you called. Where are you?” you looked around. In the corner of your eye, you see a familiar blonde with a tall figure. You find her already staring at you, a smile crept up on their lips the moment you laid eyes on her. Almost as if she’d been anticipating for you to find her.

“You found me.” She chuckled.

“I found you,” you replied.

You felt a wave of relief wash over you, but not enough to lower your guard. “Can we stay on the phone? Just until we arrive at Jericho.” blush flared to the top of your ear, spreading on your cheeks.

“Of course.”

Both of you stayed on the phone until you heard the announcement calling out that you have arrived in Jericho.

As the doors opened, people started to leave. You stayed for a while, mesmerized by her eyes. She was like a siren, capturing your attention and your heart. She walked towards you and took your hand as you were both leaving the train together.

“I figured I’ll hold your hand. I wouldn’t want to lose my future wife.” She grinned as she saw how flustered you become.

“We don’t want that now, do we?” she bends down to your height, leaning in ever so closely as you feel her breath onto your skin.

“Yeah.” you manage to hold your knees together, your word was a mere whisper. She smiled before claiming your lips onto hers.

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As long as I exist, I give pain💕

To the anon who sent the nanami angst i hope both of you're pillow are warm *ugly sobbing intensifies*

@miilkimimi bestie I am here to pass a message

𝐈 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮-) || 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

Summary: He doesn't know about love. He gets these weird feelings whenever you're around him. And seeing you with Nanami together irks him. So, he went to his trusted friend, Shoko to see what's sickness he have gotten from you.

prompt: "I got a crush on you. And I like you. I like-" call abruptly ends

A/N: I had this idea since last year😭 And now I decided to write it again because of JJK season two! I don't know if I'm gonna write regularly. I'll throw some poems here and there, some blurbs. Since it's summer, maybe I'll write more.

Gojo wasn’t the type of person to be vulnerable. He does not like intimacy. He does not like the idea of being in a relationship, especially with his status in the Jujutsu world. He has a gift. A gift that can also bring a curse onto his life. He was the strongest out of everyone. No one can touch him. No one can hurt him.

Or so he thought. Gojo doesn’t understand this feeling—and it infuriates him. It was like punching him in the guts. He doesn’t understand the sudden heat that always appears on his face. The feeling like you’re gonna get a heart attack. When you feel your legs give out. He doesn’t understand anything; he wants to—but he’s afraid to come to you.

Because you were the cause of it. You.

You were a year older than him—the only second year in Jujutsu tech at that time when he was a first year. The first thing he noticed about you was your face. Your face is almost like silk, stern yet radiates kindness—warmth. It glows under the sun and moonlight. Then, you’re elegant. You walk elegantly, act elegantly, and talk elegantly; everything about you is elegant. It frustrates him. He cannot come up with a single word to describe you poorly, to tease you with, because in his six eyes—you were already perfect. 

You seemingly have been oblivious to the special treatment he gives you, yet others noticed. He wasn’t as annoying as he was with others. He didn’t show off that he was the strongest out of everyone. He wasn’t that egotistical, cocky bastard that everyone knew he was. To you? He was willing to behave.

But he couldn’t hold back these feelings anymore. Seeing you with Nanami together, talking or laughing, he feels his heart fall into the bottom pit of his stomach. Every part of his body burns from this pain he hasn’t yet familiarized himself with. But who was he to interfere? Why was he feeling like this? Maybe he’s sick? He should go to Shoko asap.

“Shoko! Help me!” he burst to open her door as flopped himself into her bed and rolled around with his hand covering his face.

“Can’t you knock?” she gave him an exasperated sigh.

He sits up, holding himself together as his hands are on his thigh, fisted like a ball. “Listen! I might be sick, and I know who caused it.”

She raised a brow. “Oh really? Who is it?” she said as she proceeds to drink from her cup.

“Y/N-Senpai.”

That effectively made Shoko spit all her drink onto the floor. “God damn it, Gojo!”

“What!?”

“Are you serious?”

“Well… yeah. I can’t think of anything.” his body deflated, back hunched back, and he had that annoying pout on his lips.

She sighed, fighting back the urge to smack him in the head for being this oblivious. She grabbed a table napkin and decided to listen to him. “Why do you think so?”

“Whenever I look at her, or when she’s near, it’s like someone is punching my gut. And I always feel like I’m having a heart attack! That’s serious, right? And I feel like my knees will give up on me!” He emphasized every word for her to understand what he was saying—and feeling. “And get this, I saw her and Nanami together, and I felt like my heart dropped! And my body– hey! Listen to me, Shoko! This is serious!” He pouted as he had to watch her laugh hysterically, gripping her stomach.

“I might die from this illness! You don’t wanna see your friend die!”

“God, how can you be so oblivious?” She wiped her tears from laughing. “Wait– you know what I’m talking about! Tell me what’s the problem!”

“The problem is that you’re in love. If you’ll consider it a problem.”

In love. Was he… in love? With you? No, no, no. He was not. He is not in love with you. “Think about it; you felt something when she’s together with Nanami, right?” Shoko asked.

Gojo only then nodded his head. “You were jealous. It took you long enough to notice. Everyone practically knew about it.”

“Ha?!” 

No, no way he was in love with you. After that interaction with that witch (Shoko), he unconsciously began to ignore you. Your greetings were returned as empty hello’s. Occasional ‘How are you’ was thrown at the conversation but never lasted more than two minutes. He was gathering his thoughts—but being away from you hurts like hell. It hurts more than seeing you and Nanami together. It hurts more than being around you.

He wants to be around you. Forever.

It was late at night, lights all off, yet he was awake. He was contemplating whether he should call you or just sleep with this feeling. He buried his head in his pillow and sighed as he held out his phone. Then, a caller ID appeared. He jumped at the sudden interruption of his peaceful time, looking up to see who called and—

It’s you. Okay, okay, okay. Do not fuck this up, Gojo Satoru.

He picked up. “Hello?”

“Gojo! Oh good, you’re awake– or did I wake you up?”

“No, no, you’re good. What’s up?” He could feel his palm beginning to sweat, his heart beating like crazy.

“Um. Did I do something?”

His eyes widen at the question, and he then realizes wow distance he has been. Shit. I’m fucked. “N-no! What made you say that?”

“You’ve just been distant. I don’t know.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry; it’s my fault.”

“Mhmm, You probably have something going on. I’m sorry for assuming.” he can practically hear your thoughts running wild.

“Other than that, why are you still awake?” this effectively made you pause. The line was silent for a moment. It’s now or never. He hears your breathing in the other line, patiently waiting for an answer. “Gojo.”

“...Yeah?”

“I got a crush on you.” Wait. What?

“And I like you. I like–” Suddenly, the line was cut off. He quickly checked his phone, only to realize his phone shut down. “No, no, no, no!” Damn it! He forgot to charge it! He quickly grabbed his charger and rushed to the nearest outlet around him. Fuck! He was cut off in the middle of your talking—

Wait. he thinks for a moment. On the other end of the line, it’ll look like he just hung up on her. No! That’s not what happened. He bolted out of his dorm and made his way to yours. In the dead of night, he rushed through your dorm building as fast as he could. Gojo could have teleported, but he didn’t want to invade your privacy by appearing all of a sudden. And, he didn’t think of it in the state of panic he was in.

Finally, he managed to burst into your dorm, panting. He noticed the phone with his contact was displayed on your phone. He also noticed your surprised look as you whipped your head towards him with tears in your eyes.

“I’m sorry! The line suddenly cut off; my phone died!” he heard your sniffles, and he was convinced that you weren’t convinced.

“I know that’s stupid, but it’s true! Believe me, Y/N.” he looked at you intensely. Your eyes bore into his. Without his glasses, you can see how blue it is in this dark room of yours. You wiped your tears and tear your gaze away from him and focus on your lap.

“What’s your answer?”

“What?”

“I said that I like you. What is your answer?” you looked away. Even in the dark room, he noticed a pink hue on your ear. He walked closer to your bed, kneeling beside you. He takes you by the hand. “Can you look at me?”

Hesitantly, you looked at him. He was flustered and a blushing mess.

“I like you too. More than you know. I hate seeing you together with Nanami. I want to be the only person who can make you smile and laugh genuinely. I want to be the only person for you. I want to be the person who you can call at three in the morning when something happened. Let me be the person who can lend you a blazer when you are cold. Lend you a shoulder to cry on. Lend you help with it’s too much.”

Tears start to pick up from the corner of your eyes again. Gojo’s hands were shaking as he wiped the tears from your eyes. “I will become stronger in order for me to protect you. I like you too, Y/N. I have for a while.”

You let your tears flow as you smiled. Smiled turned into giggles as you wiped your tears. “I’ve never heard confession like that.”

He then whipped his head away from you. “S-so what!”

“Satoru.”

He perked up hearing his first name being called between your lips.

“I like you.” you smiled, ruffling his hair before moving away from his bangs and kissing his forehead. Gojo just plopped himself onto your thigh, too flustered to meet your eyes right now. “Finally.”

You just giggled at his childlike antics. Brushing your fingertips onto his hair, massaging his scalp in the process. “I’m happy.”

He smiled, meeting your gaze. His smile was genuine, the one you love. “Me too.”

He’s happy, he finally got her.

“But Satoru…” Gojo only hummed, content with what he got right now.

“Kento is my cousin.” What. WHAT?

© 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐀 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my work.

Hey, i wanna thank you for the "Whould had been the one" fic! Seriously it made me cry!! You took exactly what i was looking for, so thank you!! 💞 and i want to request another one if it's not a problem, Larissa x femreader inspired in tolerate it by taylor swift!

𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

a/n: I'm sorry it took so long! My life is a mess rn. Also I don't know if I interpret the song correctly, this is just from my perspective.

Warning: kinda asshole larissa :( , reader deserves to be loved, arranged marriage.

You stared at her on the other side of the living room, watching her reading with her head low. The way she lets herself relax as she quietly reads next to the fireplace. When falls asleep, you watch her breathing with her eyes closed. Grabbing a blanket and covering her from the cold night.

You noticed everything. Everything she does, everything she doesn't. She was older and wiser while you were just a kid. A kid in her and everyone's eyes.

You hate it. You hate it even more how she tolerates the way you put the effort into your relationship. Waiting every night for her to come home, putting fancy shit on the table. She tolerates everything.

She tolerates you.

It was a matter of arrangement between you and Larissa. An arranged marriage for your father to support the outcast community that you know he doesn't care about. But needed a good reputation, seemingly enough, supporting the outcast was an easier route. The school needed support that time, and with a heavy heart, Larissa agreed to marry you.

She set out one rule for you. Never fall in love with me.

It was her only rule.

You tried your hardest to please her, at least for you to be comfortable with each other's company. You stayed at home, as she said. You would greet her everyday when she comes home. Cleaning the whole house till she likes it.

You became madly in love with her.

You always hope she'd change. That one day, one day, she'd greet you with a smile, kiss your forehead goodbye, and smile as she entered your shared house to see you, to hug you. You longed for her to change.

And loving her hurts so much.

Longing is painful. Keeping your hopes up is painful. Loving Larissa Weems is painful.

"Welcome home, Larissa." you greeted as she walked past you as if you didn't exist. You forxced yourself to smile.

"Have you eaten today? I made your favorite."

"How would you know my favorite?" she bitterly said, taking a glass of water before gulping it.

You clenched your jaw, feeling your heart break. Then, you chuckled, letting a few tears slip by your eyes. "Because I actually make an effort."

"you and I both know this is an arrangement." she sighed. "I don't get why you're still making an effort."

You snapped your eyes towards her. "Because I fell in love with you damn it!" you slammed your hands to the counter.

"And I know you had a rule but god, I still fell for you." Her eyes widened, shocked from that moment. "And It hurts. It hurts loving you because I know you tolerate it, tolerate me."

"Then why don't you leave?"

You sniffled. "because I know how much you care for Nevermore Academy." you straighten your posture, feeling an overwhelming pain wash over you. "The least that I could do is to stay."

You turned to her, eyes puffy and wobbly lips. "If you want me to stop, then I'll stop caring."

She hated it. She hated how she pushed you away.

She hated how you became cold to her. How you manage to make this house empty even with you in it. She hated how lonely it has been.

She hated it. She hated how she managed to love you after she gave you scars that will never heal.

She hated herself. She hated that she loved you too late.

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𝐍𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭.

Summary : It was rare for Nanami to be in a bar, let one drink his stress away in a bar, he usually drinks in his house where he can go straight to bed after drinking too much. But this time, it’s different, you invited him, maybe i'll spark something both of you have been longing.

Pairing : Nanami Kento x GN!reader.

Genre : Fluff a smidge of angst.

Warning/s : Drinking, alcohol, nothing serious.

Word Count : 1.4k.

Prompt : “I don’t want you to go on a date with —” “Why? Do you like —?” “No, you idiot! I like you!”

a/n : Inspired by this audio on tiktok.

“Two glasses of whiskey, please.” You called out to the bartender whilst taking a seat at the counter.

It was rare for Nanami to be in a bar, let one drink his stress away in a bar, he usually drinks in his house where he can go straight to bed after drinking too much.

But this time, it’s different, you invited him to go and have a drink with him at the bar you recently found. 

He would never admit it or he hadn't realized, but he was absolutely smitten. He pretends to be annoyed when you bother him whilst he works—but he loves the company you give him. Everytime he was able to spend time with you, he made the most of it like it was the last day of his life.

Make sense. Both of your jobs consist of life and death situations. There is no guessing that this may be your last day on earth. Either way, he wants to cherish those moments like you were his.

Like you were his.

“Here’s your two whiskeys.” The bartender suddenly called out, snapping away from his thoughts, you flashed a smile and said ‘thank you’ to the bartender as you gave Nanami his glass.

“Cheers?” You raise your glass.

“Cheers.”

Both of your glasses clinked together. He watches you as you drink almost a half of your drink, before you catch him staring at you, he proceeds to drink his drink whilst you set your glass down.

“So… what’s up with you these days?” You asked, looking in his eyes intensely. “We’ve been busy with missions and the students that we haven’t hung out with in a while.” you slowly mumbled the last part, looking at your glass—almost as if you didn’t want him to hear it.

It was faint, but he heard it, if it weren’t for his glasses, you would see him widen his eyes. You missed him?

He cleared his throat and responded; “Ah, I’ve been doing good, Gojo-san still annoys me. Though this time I think he’s annoying me even more.” He takes a sip of his whiskey, deliberately looking at your figure as you let out a laugh.

“Of course he is.” You gently spin your drink, not noticing his stare.

There is something off about you, the way your response lacks enthusiasm, and the way your shoulder is slightly tense. “How about you?”

“What?”

“How have you been?” He questioned never leaving his eyes on yours. You looked at your drink for a moment, contemplating whether you should say it or not.

These past two weeks, you've been lonely. You’re so used to Nanami’s company that when you two became busy, you felt an emptiness in your chest. The only time you see each other is when you pass by through hallways, bowing both of your heads slightly as a greeting, occasionally smiling and going on with your day. To you, it wasn’t enough.

You miss him, miss him so dearly. This pining action annoys you now, but you don’t want your friendship with Nanami to end up being awkward—so you kept it inside, for a long time.

Without thinking, you began chugging down the whole whiskey you have, effectively putting you in your slight drunken state, just a little, but you were a lightweight.

Nanami’s eyes widened as he witnessed you just chugged your whiskey like it was nothing, before he said anything, you cut him off.

“I’ve been lonely.”

“I’ve been lonely, you weren’t there when I want to tell some stupid jokes I came up with. You weren’t there when I scolded Gojo about messing with the students or when Gojo decided to pull a prank on me. You weren’t there when I had a good story to tell you. You weren’t there to tell me not to do certain things that could end up being a disaster. You weren’t there—I was lonely without you…” your confession surprised him, he wasn’t sure if you meant everything, considering you’re starting to get drunk.

“Another glass please!” you called out. 

“Slow down on drinking, you're lightweight.” He drinks the rest of his whiskey.

“I know…” You sulked while the bartender refilled both glasses. 

He sat there, in a comfortable silence, processing what you just said. Maybe it was nothing, but throughout these two weeks of being busy, not hanging out with you like you used to—he misses you, so much. 

He missed your stupid jokes when you come up with one. He missed the way you scolded Gojo for messing with the students and pulling a prank on you. He missed those little stories you tell. He missed the way he always tells you not to do certain things that could end up being a disaster. Maybe his feelings were deeper than just a small crush.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice this was your fourth glass. “Hell, I even agreed to go on a blind date with some guy called Yosuke.” 

He tenses, He doesn’t know why, but he did. “... When?”

“Hmm, this weekend I think.”

Oh. maybe he got his hopes up way too high, maybe he doesn’t have a chance.

Before calling for the bartender again, he grabs your wrist gently, making you look up to him. Even with or without his glasses, you can see his demeanour changed, his jaw is clenched, and he has these eyes he never showed you.

“We better go, It’s getting late.” He hands the money in the counter and proceeds to assist you.

Throughout the walk, he felt like his heart dropped, his stomach twisting—God, jealousy is an unpleasant feeling– wait, is he jealous? No he can’t be, you two aren’t even dating.

At one point, he stopped walking, maybe he’ll come to a conclusion that… he likes you.

If, and if your date goes well, he might lose a chance to you.

“I don’t want you to go on a date with Yosuke.” You stopped your track, realizing that Nanami was not by your side.

You looked over your shoulder and said; “Why? Do you like Yosuke?” You teased him. That was a bad idea.

He hastily walked over you, eventually towering over your figure. “W-wait I was kidding–” You put your hands up to cover your face but were cut off when he gently took your wrist, pulling him closer to you as he cupped your cheek with his free hand, pulling you into… a kiss.

Your heart is beating so fast, you feel your stomach release its butterflies you caged for years whilst your eyes were wide. His lips were soft and tender, his hand caressed your cheek. You feel your whole face heat up from your neck, you probably redder than a tomato. You felt his hand on your wrist loosen, making its way to hold your hand.

You felt his lips pull apart, leaving your lips agape—All of the sudden, you miss the feeling of his lips against yours.

“No you idiot.” he rested his head on the crook of your neck. “Why would I like him, I like you.”

“I– W-who are you calling an idiot?” You stuttered feeling your cheeks flare up again, god this is embarrassing. His deep laugh echoed your ears, feeling a shiver through your spine.

He flicked your forehead slightly, making you wince and step back. “You’re mean, Nana!” When you opened your eyes, you found yourself an inch away from Nanami’s face, but now without his glasses. His eyes are much softer than he looked at you before.

“I’m just telling you how I feel.” He removed himself in front of you, sending you a small smile with a glint of sadness. “No need to be pressured.”

And with that, he started walking away from you, without turning back. While you are here, stuck and frozen, speechless even.

“Do you think I was lightweight?” You blurped out, making him stop his track.

“What?”

“I said, ‘Do you think I was lightweight?’” You questioned with confidence, finally stopping the act of being lightweight.

“Were you not…” 

“No I am not.” You smiled walking up to him. “I just did that so that you can take me home.” For the first time in a while, you surprised him. It was rare for him to be surprised, most of the time he knows and or predict what's gonna happen.

“Now come on, you said you’ll take me home.”

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You are truly welcome, I love warm colors as well. Brown is nice, like a pastel color or a very warm yellow. I am still working on my account, so I am still trying to color code to my liking. He is very much so, I read your angst one yesterday and I couldn't complete it- I started crying because I played one of my favorite n a n a m i n playlist on youtube and I just stopped but I hope to continue today. - a b i

Oooh pastel colors are one of my favorites. I would love to see your account if that's okay with you.

Hopefully you can finish my Nanami angst, I put a little easter egg somewhere, I'm kinda glad that somebody cried, at least I know I can make people cry😂

Good luck on finishing it. Or if you've finished, if you want, let me know what you think.

Lots of love <3