I Got Lost In The Larissa Weems Fandom Since Everything I Saw Was Smut And Smut. It's Like The Only Genre

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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Hi hi! Don't worry, I think I only recently sent you this ask. I'm sorry to hear that you've been struggling but I hope it ends well! Good luck on your studies and I wish you well!!

Uyy bebs, how are you?? You've been gone for a month, I hope you're doing well!!

hi love! i am not sure when you sent this, but I've been well??

things have been...interesting on my end, both good and bad. i think right now i am just hunkered down with studies, so i have been stressed about that. but i am entering my third year of my degree, and it will be a little easier compared to my second year. I'm hoping to get back into writing soon cause i miss it so much T^T

but thank you for checking up on me! it's nice to know that some people still remember me haha

𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘺, 𝘤𝘳𝘺! 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘔𝘪𝘮𝘪. -𝘈𝘣𝘪

Yeah, it's quite disappointing if Reader died in Nanami's birthday, it might add more reasons why he doesn't celebrate his birthday

Good morning too!

Sorry for the late reply, I might be sleeping or we didn't have electricity since there's a typhoon going on.

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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: Ongoing

Spotify Playlist.

Chapter:

―The classics section

―The call

—𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵

—victim and vulnerability

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𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞—𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵

Summary: Two years. two years of wait, he promised after those two years, he'll come back to you.

Song Recommendation: Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny.

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, FLUFF!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warning: feeling of loneliness, crying. (tell me if i miss somethings.)

A/N: FINALLY! THE LAST CHAPTER! IT TOOK LONGER THAN EXPECTED BUT HOLY SHIT I DID IT! After a month or two I finally finished the mini series, omg it took longer than expected, BUT IT'S DONE! I'm glad some of you stick into this series start till end, I'm really happy how it turned out, and I hope you like it too!

Tales of Time Masterlist | Spotify Playlist

Time was irrelevant, for the most part, it just passed without our knowledge, or does it ever exist? For the most part, people don't tend to realize how the time moves fast, or slow—they’d just go with their day, and never realize how fast or slow the day will pass. Maybe people are ignorant, they let the day pass, maybe even waiting for their inevitable death.

For others, time is fast—but to you, it was slow, it felt like the world was making it slow for you. You have tried to pass the time with every power you can, but it’s not long enough to pass two years, not now at least.

The bookstore became dull, of course there’s still people visiting, but without Bucky coming over once or twice a week, it felt dull—it was one of the things you wait for the weeks on end, he was the only thing you were looking forward to every week. Without him, you have no one to tell you to recommend the book they think will enjoy, no one will laugh at your crappy jokes, no one will be able to taste your freshly baked cookies straight out of the oven, without him—you feel empty inside.

You thought you wouldn’t feel this way again, it was too soon, he left too soon. God, you wished you'd met him sooner, then maybe you would have told your feelings right about now, then again—you knew the world can be unfair.

You hold his dog tag close to your chest as you look up at the starry night, reminiscing the memories you’ve spent with him.

You walked around the afternoon, feeling the cold breeze of fall as leaves flew with the gush of the wind. Your eyes wander around the small park in brooklyn as you sit at one of the benches, the tree branches softly clash together whilst the light reflects the water.

It’s been 4 months since he left, you learned to cope, but only for a mean time. You learned to cope with the loneliness, whenever you’re in the Bookstore, or at your apartment—but it's never ever lasting, though you wish it was.

Leaving is one of the things that people have a hard time moving on, maybe because of the attachment, then suddenly leaving—or because you love them. You are no new to the pain of someone leaving your life, the heartbreak you felt, it aches—the tears you’ve shed for them, pleading not to leave.

You were no stranger to those kinds of things, I’m used to it, you thought to yourself before. You just want to close your eyes, fall asleep for how long he will return.

“You seem lonely.” a familiar voice echoed through your ear, you slowly opened your eyes when you were met with a familiar pair of blue eyes staring at you, you chuckled as you pat the vacant seat beside you.

“And you, Mr. Rogers, seemed lonely as well.” he sat down beside you and leaned back, you could see his shoulder slowly drop, “So I guess we're both lonely then.”

“I guess so.” He grinned as he finally let himself relax. “Stressed?” you asked, “Maybe so, Just been missing someone.” he replied as he looked up to the clouds. You couldn’t help but feel bad for him, ever since the war, he thought he lost his best friend, then he found out that he’s being tortured by HYDRA and forced him to be a killer he didn’t deserve, then he left again, came back, then left again—but deep down, you knew he understands why he left this time.

“You know, you’ve always put on a brave face.” you paused, turning your head up to the sky. “You’ve always taken care of everyone whenever they need it.” you smiled. “You even take care of me.”

You kept your head high, in the corner of your eye, you saw Steve turn his head towards yours, with a small frown on his face. “What are you saying…”

“What I'm saying is that you don’t have to be strong all the time.” you looked him straight into his eyes, his eyes reminded you of Bucky, maybe it’s because of the colour, or because of the desire to be the reliable one, the one who tries to help or fix what’s broken—the desire to be the strong one.

“Like what I said to him…”

Bucky puts his free hand in his face, eventually pinching his nose bridge, he wasn’t angry per say—he’s having a hard time getting used to showing his vulnerability. It’s not everyday someone accepts you for who you are even if you’re vulnerable.

The sound of the tea cup meeting the hard wood table clunked, he removed his hand as he stared at the tea you made. “I made ginger tea, hope you don’t mind.”

“Thank you.”

He falls in a comfortable silence with you, most of the time, this is how you two spend your free time. “You don’t have to hide being vulnerable, you know.” you suddenly broke the silence.

“I’ll create a problem.”

“I don’t think it will—you’ll create a problem that wasn’t there in the first place.” you smiled softly as he heard the soft sip of you take.

Bucky just stares at you, he wonders what’s the limit of your empath, or what happens when you’ve reached the limit, you read a person like a book, and you treat people with such delicacy. You sip your tea one more time, looking up to see the sunset, with the sunlight touching your skin, you look ethereal.

“There is strength in vulnerability. The ego has to break, and pride has to slip away so that love would seep in… To be vulnerable is to be brave.”

Steve let your words sink in, he felt like it’s been forever since he’s been comforted, usually it’s him who is the one comforting, it never occured to me that he needed that. You checked your watch on your wrist, standing up and giving a small stretch.

“I’ll see you around, Steve.” you simply pat his shoulder gently and went on your way whilst you felt another breeze of the fall season upon you, winter is near.

Steve sat there, frozen. The realization hit him like a truck, it made him smile. “Now I know why you were drawn to her, you punk.”

You groan in frustration as you put your head on the cemented kitchen counter with a laptop in front of you, “What’s wrong?” Wanda asked as she lowered the heat from what she was cooking. “Just stuck on a chapter.” you grumbled whilst sitting up from your previous position.

She perked up by your response as she turned around to face you. “Can I read it—”

“No.” You cut her off before finishing the sentence as she huffed in response, you smiled looking at Wanda, you closed your laptop down and put it on your bag, knowing you wouldn’t have any progress today.

“That's the third time you’ve said no.” she exclaimed.

“And that’s the third time you asked.” you retorted as you gave her a smug smile and rested your face on your palm. “Come on! I’ve been waiting for 6 months now.” a small pout formed on her face, you giggled at how childish her antics were.

“You can read it when I'm done—check your cooking.” “Oh right.” She stood up and took the ladle and stirred.

It wasn’t new they started inviting you in the compound, it was mainly Steve’s idea, but they all collectively agreed. You were the first person to make him smile and turn into a teenage boy in high school crushing over someone, they also give you updates on how Bucky is.

It has been 11 months since he left, soon, it’ll be a year away from him. It's crazy how you coped for 11 dreadful months without him. There were many ups and downs, many sleepless nights alone with your thoughts—pondering about your choices in life, and occasionally missing him.

You walk around the snowy sidewalk, trying not to slip. The peace fills your mind as very few people or cars pass by you, readjusting your scarf whilst a thick layer of jacket warms you. At one point, it started snowing, you stopped walking and admired the sky.

You admire the snow suddenly just appearing above you , occasionally landing on your face as you let it melt. Overtime, you learnt to take advantage of the time you’re alone—almost as if it was your last day.

It has been approximately 11 months since he left. The constant feeling of being alone was somewhat comforting in its own way, it made itself a temporary comfort whenever you felt the void seeping inside. A month after that talk with Steve in the park, you’ve been reminiscing about everything, everything that led to this.

You couldn’t put those experiences in any form of art other than words, literature—so without a thought, you wanted to write it. It was a silly idea, essentially writing a part of your life, something you’ve never thought off. Though you’ve always wanted to write your own, you never thought the first thing you’ll write is a part of your life.

You opened your eyes all of the sudden, a grin formed in your lips as you couldn’t wait to go home, you sprinted trying not to slip from the ice. All you needed was a sense of peace, peace to think, finally entering your apartment, you abruptly pulled out your laptop and opened it to your docs as you started writing.

You typed and typed until you passed out on the couch from exhaustion. Even in your sleep, you have a faint smile on your face as the last paragraph you typed was…

Under the fall season, she took the leaf from his hand, brushing her soft fingers against his. She felt the confidence to kiss him, at least in the cheeks, she thought. He watches her get closer and closer until her lips feel his cheeks. As if time paused, she felt like there was no one else on earth when she heard his voice with a charming smile plastered on his face.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Come over.” Natasha said on the other line, you switched your phone to your right hand and tucked your left hand on the pocket of your trench coat, “Yeah! Come on, you've worked on this for more than a year, we’ll celebrate.” Sam cheerfully butted in.

For a year and a month, you’ve put your time and effort into making your book, whenever you have nothing to do in the bookstore, you write. In the compound? Write and talk to the others. In your apartment? Write.

“Alright, I’ll come.” when you heard a ‘yes’ from the voice of wanda, you giggled. You haven’t been on the compound for at least almost a month, usually they invite you at least twice or thrice a week, you’ve wondered why they haven’t been inviting you, you’ve grown fond with their company—then again they were the earth's mightiest heroes, you can’t expect them to be there with you.

“Be there at…” you looked at your wrist watch, 4:51 PM. “five or something.” she laughed at your unsureness as you let out a chuckle. “Be sure to be here okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” with that, you hang up the phone.

Walking around the spring season as new flower blooms and trees began to thrive again, you began to inhale the sweet aroma of fresh bread from the local bakery, and the fresh brewed coffee filled your lungs. You smile at children playing with their families and occasionally you’ll see some old couples taking their afternoon walk.

Feeling the spring breeze as you drove around to the compound, you collectively decided to get a car after the running incident last two years, you chuckled as the memories started to make their way back to your core memories. Remembering it was a bittersweet feeling inside.

It has been two years and a month since he left, two years of waiting yet he hasn't come back, worst case scenario—he doesn’t remember you. But he promised he’d come back, and swore that he'd come back. You've been hangin on his words for a month, but you can't expect that he’ll come back right after the two year mark hits, after all, he needs to recover after being on ice.

You exited your car as you double checked if it was locked. Whilst you enter, you notice how dark it is, looking at your wrist watch it was only 5:48 PM and the sun was setting fast, you wonder where they are. “Hello?” you called out but only heard the echoes of your own voice, the atmosphere was eire and somehow tense.

You were worried something happened to them or they left for an emergency mission and didn’t have the time to tell you. “Guys?” you called out again only to hear the echoes of your voice. You cautiously walked towards the main room frantically looking everywhere for them. Just as you were about to call one of the members, you saw a figure in front of you, assuming it was a man.

He looks broody, and muscular, he was facing the other way, hence why you can’t identify him, but he looks familiar. The broad back, and the muscular shoulder, he gives an intimidating aura yet something sweet—almost as if it's bittersweet. You stepped forward, swallowing nervously, but before you took another step, the man perked up, glancing on his shoulders before turning his head towards yours.

You felt a huge lump on your throat, you felt like you couldn't breathe, it was hard to believe—you could feel yourself trembling, he turned around, facing you. You felt the corner of your eyes well up with tears, God—you missed him, you missed his warm embrace, his hugs, the way he smiles at you, the way he laughs at your stupid jokes, the one who tries out your freshly baked cookies straight out of the oven—you missed him, so much you didn’t know you can miss someone like this.

“Hi.” He took the step forward slowly as he slightly brought his arms up. He looks different, at least from the last time you saw him. He once had long hair that you like to play with so much, now trimmed and well kept, he looks more healthy than he was two years ago—he looked more beautiful than ever.

“Bucky?” You weren’t sure if he heard, considering it was barely a whisper, but the way we lit up, you were sure he heard you. You try to reach for him as you gradually try to move, but somehow your feet are stuck.

“It’s me, sweetheart.” He calls you in such gentleness. Finally, you lifted your foot forward, slowly growing close, you felt like the distance was far, like he was a mile away but in reality, it was only steps away from him.

You sprinted forward, you wanted to feel him, hold him, love him. You’ve been missing him for two whole years. Your body collided into his, you tighten the grip from his jacket, not wanting to let go, you didn’t want to let go anymore.

He wrapped his arms on your body, casually patting your head. “I’m here.” he whispered. “I’m here.”

“I–” you sniffled, you didn’t realize you were crying the whole time, everything was suddenly overwhelming, but he was here, with you. He kept his promise, he came back.

“Don’t leave me again…” you plead, taking a sharp inhale. “I-I was so lonely without you, I-” you stuttered crying to compose yourself, all of those two years of emotions inside, the ones you never knew how vulnerable you were the past two years.

“Breathe–”

“I love you I just— I can’t take it, I miss you so much.” You pulled away, not wanting to wet his shirt, whilst you tried to pick yourself up and wipe the tears from your cheeks you felt a hand under your chin making you look into his steel blue eyes.

“There’s my pretty girl.” He gently caresses your cheeks and wiping the tears that are falling from your eyes, he kisses your wet cheeks as you let out a breath chuckle. “You really love me?” He questioned, you can feel himself questioning himself, was it because he made to wait for two years? Because he left you?

“I could leave you again or even hurt you-” He felt a thumb on his bottom lip, telling him to stop, stop talking and stop overthinking.

“Buck, I love you so much. And it doesn’t matter if our world matches or if it’s in a different hue, because our world will collide together, and it'll be the most beautiful thing I will ever see. I could look at you for a single minute, and find a thousand things that I love about you—you are the person I will never stop looking for in a crowded place. And even if it hurts, or how lonely it feels—even in a million years, I'd wait for you.”

He let out a breathy laugh as you followed, Bucky held your hands whilst you intertwined your hands into his, you stayed in silence for a moment with your forehead touched. “I kept your dog tag.”

He pulled away slightly and saw you smiling at him. “You did?”

“I did.”

He felt a sudden warmth inside of him, just the thought of you keeping the one thing he owns. “Do you want it back–”

“Keep it.” He cuts you off, you tried to look for some signs of him wanting it back, but he only shows that he wants you to keep it, so you didn’t argue back.

“I may not know how to love you like you want to.” he began to talk, you feel the heaviness in his voice. “Buck–” He put his finger on top of your lips, gesturing you to listen to him, you nodded.

“And I may not give you what you deserve, but…” he took a deep breath and look into your eyes and said; “From the bottom of my heart, I love you so much, I wanna treat you like you are the queen because you are to me, you are the one I want, and I may not show it to you right now, but soon—I will.”

He wiped the small strand of tears falling from your eyes. “Soon.” You hugged him again, but this time, it was love, happiness, and warmth.

“I finally realize why your voice is pleasing to me.”

“Why is that?”

“Because it's you.” as cheesy as it sounds, he fell harder for you when he heard your laugh, that genuine laugh he missed.

“Now, I owe someone a dance, right?”

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miilkimimi › luv-astrd

Hello i love your job. My request is could you write a fic where Larissa and reader are dog moms🙏🏻

𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

A/N: I love my Job as well. Shorter than what I usually write but I hope this is fine!

“I’m home,” Larissa called out as she entered your shared house. As she stepped inside, she noticed that the living room was empty. Usually, you’d be in the living room reading a book or cooking in the kitchen with Hestia.

“In here!” you hushed your voice, enough for her to hear you coming from your shared bedroom. She proceeds to enter as she witnesses something that makes her heart melt. You lay down with Hestia by your side, specifically on Larissa’s side of the bed.

“What is this?” she playfully asked.

“Well, I played with her for too much and now she’s tired.” You gently patted her fur.

Larissa made her way to her side of the closet and picked out her nightgown before stripping down and changing her outfit. When she was ready for bed, she sees that you haven’t woken up Hestia by your side.

“Darling?”

“Can you sleep in the guest bedroom?” you teased. Of course, you weren’t serious, and she knows it. She smirked and playfully pouted and she placed her hand on her chest, indicating she was hurt.

“Dear, you’d choose a dog over me? Your daring wife?” 

“I mean! She’s sleeping so soundly.”

“How am I supposed to sleep like her if I’m not with you.”

“You’ll find a way.” you playfully retorted as you put the covers to cover your body. “Now shoo, I need my beauty sleep.”

As you close your eyes, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist as Larissa lifts you up for her to lie on the bed. As the bed shook, Hestia woke up as well.

“Larissa Weems! You put me down this instant!” You laughed, hitting her arm lightly.

“No Y/N Weems, I will sleep with you.”

Both of you laughed whilst Hestia stood up on the bed and started barking as if you were being attacked.

“Hestia save Mama!” You yelled as Hestia sniffled and moved around the bed.

Larissa caged you with her body. “No Hestia! Don’t save Mama!” She snorted. Feeling her stomach tighten from laughing too much, she let you go as Hestia lay down.

“My stomach hurts,” you said.

She smiled, facing your direction. “It's your fault.” 

“‘Tis not.” you mocked, feeling laughter erupt in the room again.

As the laugh settle down, both of you and Larissa heard Hestia whimper. “Poor baby, don’t worry, you can sleep in the bed,” Larissa said.

“Really?”

“Yes really.”

“Hmm.” you snuggled with Larissa, feeling your furry companion snuggle with the both of you as drowsiness overcomes the both of you.

“Good night…” Your voice was merely a whisper, falling asleep afterward.

“Good night, Love. Good night Hestia.” She called out before turning off the lights. Her heart swells from the love of her little family.

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Please send me some Larissa Weems fluff/angst request, TikTok ideas ain't enough. 😭