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[2:22am] ;; inumaki toge

note: nothin man inumaki toge needs a hug send tweet. gn!reader on this one too ladies and gents. it's 4:05am now i'm gonna go.... sleep

He’s never up this late. Not when the world outside seems so quiet, as though even a breath from him could shake the trees until their leaves fall and scatter around him, swirling in circles until they land at his feet.

Inumaki is never one to let his breath stir in the night with such ease, to let the wind cast around him and whistle past his ears until it’s hardly all he can hear. Yet, when night came he couldn’t find himself drawn to sleep—not for anything bad, no, the nightmares stopped bothering him a few months ago. But rather, because he saw your silhouette passing by his window and out into the courtyard, and Inumaki Toge has always been a curious one.

You turn as he approaches, and even in this darkness, he can see the way you smile at him, your eyes flitting over him and brows pulled together in a certain kindness that he could never expect from someone, but one that he feels from you as though it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.

“And I thought you weren’t one to stay up late,” You say, and your voice drips with fatigue at this hour, as though moonlight has crept its way into your throat and left you coated with its dust. You have your arms wrapped around yourself in this chill, your short sleeves not nearly enough to cover your skin from the breeze, so before he responds Inumaki shrugs off his own jacket and places it around your shoulders.

“Salmon salmon,” He says with a sigh, though his tone is awfully delightful for the way his eyes wish to close with every passing breath. He watches as you pull his jacket tighter around you, and he tries not to pay too much attention to the way you lean into him, as though you could share the warmth from the clothing purely through proximity alone.

From where you two stand, you can see the way the moon shines over the forest that surrounds the school. It reflects on puddles from the earlier rain showers, water still dripping from the leaves onto the soil, but he can hardly pay attention to the way night has spread across the forest, not when you’ve begun to lean your head onto his shoulder until your hair brushes against the newly-exposed skin of his neck and jaw.

These moments have grown much more frequent, as of late. As though you’ve only grown bolder with time, as if with each turn of the clock, you’ve only inched closer to him until there was no space left between either of you.

He doesn’t mind—not at all. Not when the sight of you in his jacket is enough to warm him even as the breeze fights against him. For the longest time, he thought you were never one for touch. He thought you would be the kind to only lay a hand on those who asked, but he supposes most people think he would be the kind to never wish to speak, too—he should really know better than to make assumptions like that.

Because now, in the glow of the moonlight underneath the ancient stars of this Earth, Inumaki Toge wishes for nothing more than to let words spill past his mouth as though he could afford to be careless. He wishes for nothing more than for his breath to creep past his lips and confess without consequence or fear.

And under this moonlight and beneath these ancient stars, you’ve trusted him with your touch, as you have for a few weeks now, and you’ve curled yourself around him and the warmth of his skin as though neither of you have known any different.

“You look pretty,” You say then, and it’s almost like you’ve managed to know no different here, either, because you know his thoughts that can never be vocalized, and now they’ve become your own. “Y’know, under the moonlight and all. Though I’d say all the other times, too.”

It takes him off guard, and he almost regrets giving you his jacket because now a blush has managed its way up his cheeks and he’s entirely on display for you to gaze at. And you do, god you do.

And then, as though it’s the most natural thing for him to do, Inumaki buries his face into the crook of your neck and whispers bonito flakes into your flesh, and then tuna, over and over again until the meaning behind the words can be felt since god he knows that they can’t always be heard.

No, he wishes to say, it’s you. It's you. Look at you. He wants to spill past his lips.

But he doesn’t need to. Never does with you, because you pull him away from your shoulder and smile at him, the moonlight reflecting off of your skin in the sweetest of ways, and smile.

“No,” You say, “It’s all you.” And then your lips are on his cheek, the kind of thing that only the sweetness of night could bring.

baseball

pairing: inumaki toge x gn!reader

the crack of impact rings in your ears as you watch him drop the bat and swiftly make it on base. you weren’t sure how to feel about the results of the goodwill event being settled with a baseball game, but seeing the way everyone is letting loose and enjoying themselves instantly changes your mind. not to mention, getting to see your boyfriend in action is a real treat.

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Holy fuck this is so pretty 🥺

awkward - a. keiji

(a/n): small self indulgent drabble, lowkey wish my first kiss was like this instead wtf i got

warnings: none

loosely based on awkward by tyler the creator

during your afternoon class when the sunlight would drift through the windows onto akaashi’s face, you couldn’t help but be enamored by his beauty.

his long lashes, slightly messy hair, and soft lips would be something you looked forward to during your morning class. and when the afternoon would finally come, you would be enamored all over again. and sometimes he would spare you a glance while you quickly looked away.

so when he finally asked you out, of course you obliged.

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this kiss

summary: all of the attempts for your first kiss and the time it finally does happen. pairing: atsumu x fem!reader genre: fluff!!! seriously rlly fluffy ok, established relationship, first kiss scenario, atsumu soft as hell for you word count: 2.7k words a/n: aHA IM AN ATSUMU SIMP NOW…yeah not proud of it, but i’ll accept it. anyway did this instead of the homework i had due at 12am (rip my grades)  i hope you enjoy some soft atsumu who adores you. anyways this is obvious but electric love while reading? MMPH *chefs kiss*

atsumu feels a smile grow on his face at the sight of your wide eyes darting around the carnival like an excited child. colors of blues, pinks and purples danced off your skin from the reflection of the tall ferris wheel’s lights and your grin shines brighter than any of them.

you’re beautiful.

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hot moments | atsumu, osamu, kuroo, sakusa, akaashi

just some hot haikyuu boy things. i’ll be thinking of these for the rest of the day. i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it >:)

━ atsumu 

» when he wears a white shirt in the rain … imagine rain seeping through his shirt, making see-through, not completely see-through, just enough to see his toned muscles. the way the cloth clings onto his biceps- 

he’s a whole meal. 

» when he stretches and his shirt lifts ever so slightly to reveal his tummy. he’s caught the way your eyes widened as you watched, but never said anything about it ;) 

» when he sits with one knee propped up, his elbow resting on that knee …. mhm. mhmmm~ 

» when he casually palms ur butt or wraps his hand around your waist in public. when he walks around with his arm hung loosely over your shoulders, it lets you play with his hand too 🥺

━ osamu 

» his weight on one foot, one hand rested on the countertop while the other casually flips pan 

» when he throws dough up in the air and makes it look so easy 

i can watch him cook in the kitchen for days <3 

» ‘samu in black aprons. YES. YES YES YES 

» ‘samu wiping his sweat off with his forearm, looking as focused and unbothered as ever 

» when he cups your chin when feeding you food to avoid spilling anything. we love a caring man <33 

━ kuroo 

» IT’S THE WAY HE WEARS SUITS/BUTTON-UPS TO WORK EVERYDAY FOR ME 

» when his tie hangs slightly loose djfksldkfj 🤧(it makes you want to pull him by his tie and smoosh your lips against his)

» when he smirks (which is like 24/7, but that’s the point 😼)

» WHEN HE ROLLS UP HIS SLEEVES 

» when he takes sips from the matching coffee mugs he bought for the two of you 

» WHEN HE WEARS A WATCH AROUND HIS WRIST

i bet he’s real good with technology related stuff too >:) he’ll be able to recover ur lost files <3 

━ sakusa 

» when he steps out the shower, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist (his low ab lines are clearly defined), he flips his wet curls back and ruffles his hair using another towel

» and then he looks up at you with a goofy smile, completely unaware of how mesmerized you are 

» when he walks around with his hands in his pocket, looking like the CEO OF EVERYWHERE 😤

» when he occasionally sticks his hand in YOUR POCKET, gets your stomach fluttery every time <33

» open eye kisses. his eye contact daring you to deepen the kiss 😻makes you weak at the knees 

━ akaashi 

» every time he has his glasses on <33 

» when he’s working on transcript and occasionally taps his pen against his lips

» when he softly blows on hot drinks before taking a sip 

» when he slides his arm through his jacket sleeves- 

» WHEN HE SMILES THAT GENUINE SMILE OF HIS 

» when he softly chuckles at you, hiding his face behind his palm but you can still see the crinkle in his eyes 🥺

» HE’S TOO KIND FOR HIS OWN GOOD. he’s good with kids, animals, elderly people, literally everyone love him, as they should. husband material 😻

Reading with Akaashi - 5:45pm

Pairing: Akaashi x reader

Type of fic: Domestic fluff

Warnings: None

You’re laying on Akaashi’s lap as he reads aloud, his voice smoothly going over the punctuation and flow of the story.

He takes short breaks at the end of each chapter just to watch you, eyes closed small smile never leaving your face.

Akaashi isn’t completely sure if you’re asleep, but his reading seems to be putting you in a good mood, so he continues.

The house is slightly chilly and the sun is starting to set, filling the house with a golden light that illuminates his skin and creates a glare that makes it hard to see his gunmetal blue eyes through his wire glasses.

He’s also good at holding the book in one hand for the most part, his other hand buried in your hair, petting and massaging any tension away, occasionally stopping so he can flip the page.

He does the character’s voices well, and you can tell when he particularly likes a character by the lilt in his voice and smile as he speaks.

This week’s book was The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe a book you’ve both read before, but it’s one of Akaashi’s favourites, and he tells it slightly different each time.

His voice lulls you to a point in consciousness where all you hear is his voice and it takes everything in you to not fall asleep, but after this week you were tired and let sleep wash over you like a blanket.

The last thing you heard was Akaashi voicing the narrator, his voice slightly deeper than usual; “ People who have not been in Narnia sometimes think that a thing cannot be good and terrible at same time…”

When you wake up, Akaashi is asleep, head leaned back against the couch and hand still and tangled in your hair. His glasses still on, but slipped down his nose to where it looks like they might fall.

Carefully watching him, you grab his calloused hand, warm and large compared to yours, and kiss it. Stirring him awake.

“You fell asleep during chapter 11” he groaned, stretching his neck out.

“Did you finish it, Keiji?” You ask, brushing the hair out of his face.

“I always do.” He smiles and leans over to kiss you, sighing into the kiss.

“The suns set now.” You gesture to the dark room around you, wanting to get up, but Akaashi holds your hips in his hands.

“A little longer in the dark.”

“Sounds good to me.”

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speaking of coffee (thanks jade LOL):

akaashi knows you have an iced coffee addiction. he’s a coffee drinker himself, mostly hot, but you’re far more committed to the same drink than he is. and he’s okay with that, of course, because it only makes it easier for him to order for you when he wants to surprise you or when he picks you up for a date.

the only time it’s inconvenient? winter.

because while akaashi’s love for you doesn’t change with the seasons, the temperature surely does, and that only makes it more difficult for him to carry the icy drink to pick you up. the walk to your house isn’t a long one, and it’s one he usually enjoys, but the tremble in his freezing fingertips causes him to focus a little less on the scenery and a little more on getting to his destination with all ten fingers still attached.

yet, when he knows boldly on your door, breath puffing out in a wispy cloud in the air, he doesn’t feel quite as cold when the door swings open. his cheeks are tinted pink from the air and the affectionate hug you offer him as a greeting, and he feels like he’s warmed up a bit already.

“keiji!” you gasp, holding both of his hands in yours as you usher him inside, “you didn’t bring gloves? ah, and this drink is iced, you must have been freezing!”

you quickly take the drink from him, setting it on the table before blowing warm air onto his hands. it feels refreshing to have the heat flow over his palms and to his knuckles, and it only gets better when you look up at him through your lashes.

“is that better?” you ask tentatively. akaashi smiles, letting out a small chuckle and pressing a short kiss to your forehead. it’s cold, yet somehow not unpleasant.

“don’t worry about me,” he replies. “i’m all better now.”

there’s only one kind of heat he needs, akaashi decides. 

the comforting warmth called you.

let the past die, kill it if you have to

Fushiguro Megumi x Fem. Reader

desc: sparring with your boyfriend turns into an emotional unpacking of sorts.

a/n: okay but i promise it’s not ALL angst. i just can’t do that to myself, y’know? soft endings make me smile. also the title is a quote from kylo ren because i can’t think of another name. thank you very much.

warnings: angst, mentions death, blood, anxiety, trauma

wc: 3.5k

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“Is… is there really any point to this,” you pant. 

You’re hunched over with your hands on your knees, struggling to suck in a breath. 

For such a pretty day, you hadn’t planned on spending it getting sweaty, much less sparring with someone. If you’d wanted to drip sweat and ruin your hair, you would have preferred to go for a jog or hit the gym… but you certainly hadn’t asked to sink your fists into your boyfriend’s hands today.

Fushiguro adjusts the collar to his white button-down shirt and sighs, “I already told you, yes.”

There’s hardly a drop of sweat on him. 

If anything, he looks refreshed after an hour of gentle sparring. The only sign of physical exertion is a slight cherry-pink tint shown on his cheeks - even then, it could just be the product of a little too much sun on his pale skin. In comparison to the dark-haired boy’s youthful stamina, you feel like a feeble, old lady; maybe you should invest in a cane so that you look like one too. 

“But why now? You’ve never asked to teach me before.”

You don’t usually whine around Megumi - he’s too practical to take your complaints very seriously anyway - but today, you just can’t seem to help it. It’s a gripe that’s been sitting at the tip of your tongue all morning. 

For someone so reserved, he really had a way of working you to the bone. Why does he feel the need to drag you out to a random field to punch and kick and fall down when you likely couldn’t even outmaneuver a child? It’s counterintuitive and a big waste of your time. 

But he doesn’t seem to think so.

“I don’t want you to be defenseless.”

You stand back up, your lungs having finally recovered. 

“I wouldn’t call this defense. You’re literally just teaching me how to slug a guy in the face,” you say flatly while looking down to examine your hands.

“Don’t try to punch someone in the face, y/n. You’ll-”

“-break my fingers, yeah, I know. You already told me that…” you glance back up and roll your eyes. “Don’t take everything I say so literally.” A smile plays at your lips.

Fushiguro sighs in response. He wears his usual frustrated frown (which he maintains is just his resting face) and trudges toward you.

You eye him and swipe a bunched-up fist across your forehead before dropping it back to your side.

In a few short strides, he’s in front of you, blue eyes hooded and lips drawn into a firm line. He gives you a once over, probably measuring how well you’re holding up so far. You just hope that he’ll call it a day… but it’s not looking like that’s going to happen anytime soon.

He blinks. Then, without warning, Fushiguro reaches down and wraps a hand gently around your lowered wrist. He uses his other hand to conduct your upper arm so that it’s parallel to the ground. You let his warm hands guide your movements slowly and meticulously while he trains his eyes on your positioning. If you weren’t already acquainted with his inscrutable stares, you might’ve been battling a blush right now, but you’ve grown used to your boyfriend’s habits.

Although, for someone who’d just been blocking your kicks and tripping you up, Fushiguro is being awfully careful with you. His fingers, scarred and rough, are delicate on your skin. 

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|Feels Like Home|

Albedo x GN!Reader

[Genshin Masterlist]

word count: 2.1k

summary: Over the course of a seemingly menial day, Albedo finally realises that he's in love with you.

warnings: none! just sheer, tooth-rotting fluff. this has however just been word vomited with no beta so <33

this fic absolutely ran away with me, it was only meant to be the rain scene and then whoops i had 2k words written 😭😭 i just get,,,, very soft for Albedo, apparently. also sof if u see this i pushed to get this finished quicker for u so u could read it ❤

"We're going to get soaked," Albedo complained as you tugged on his hand, pulling him out of his office. He didn't try to let go, though, willingly following you regardless. He would have followed even if you were leading him straight into hellfire. 

"It'll be fun, I promise!" You beamed, a bounce in your step as you guided your partner outside.

The rain was pouring down heavily and Albedo sighed as the front of his hair was almost immediately flattened into his eyes, obscuring his sight. You hadn't fared as well either, but you were already mostly waterlogged from travelling to see him in the first place so it hadn't been as extreme of a difference. 

With heavy hands, he pushed his hair out of his face, letting it slick back against the sides rather than remaining plastered across his forehead. You were already lost in yourself a little further ahead of him, the enthusiasm never once leaving your steps as you bounded through the soaking streets of Mondstat with a gentle laugh. 

Albedo's feet sank against the drenched stone paving, little splashes of water flicking out under the soles of his boots. He spent a moment observing the way that the droplets rippled out from one another, some constructively interfering and causing larger splashes, some pattering out quickly into nothingness. For a while, he was lost in thought as he followed after you, until you finally snapped him back to reality with a little wave of your hand in front of his face.

"We're here," you declared triumphantly, gesturing out into the open space around you. 

You'd taken him all the way towards the cathedral, to the wide open square that housed the towering statue of Barbatos. He noted that the rainwater was cascading heavier from between the open palms of the statue, causing louder and larger splashes on the ground below. You didn't seem to care, eagerly running around in the space with a gleeful whoop as you splayed your arms out in the air and simply just enjoyed the time you were having. 

The downpour hadn't once cleared up and Albedo was certain that you'd have some serious drying off to do in front of a warm fire later to avoid catching a cold. Not that he couldn't just make up a few concoctions to make you feel better if you did get sick, but he decided he'd rather avoid the probability entirely. 

Almost as if to prove his point, a significantly large gathering of water sloshed unceremoniously down from the top of the statue and plopped tremendously atop your unsuspecting head. You let out a yelp of surprise, somehow now even more impossibly soaked through than you already were.

It surprisingly didn't change just how stunning you looked in the moment, though. If anything, the glistening droplets of rain reflecting in the fragments of light peeking through the grey clouds overhead gave you an extra layer of etheralism that had him close to blushing. 

"You're beautiful." He couldn't help himself from making the comment. It was an astute observation, like everything else he had noticed on the walk there. You really were the most breathtaking person he knew, so why wouldn't he let you know?

"Flatterer," you laughed, moving back over to him only to scoop his hands into yours. "Dance with me?" 

"Of course," he obliged. 

Sure, there was no music. That hadn't stopped you before so it certainly wouldn't stop him now.

Albedo wasn't necessarily adept with the concept of dancing, at least not in the traditional sense. His years of training as a swordsman had helped his footwork, naturally, so it wasn't possible for him to falter too badly. It had been a while since he had had a partner as proficient as you, though. Klee managed to keep him on his toes- literally sometimes- by insisting he teach her how to dance and then proceeding to simply drag him around the room a few times, but it was nothing compared to genuinely trying to dance with another person. 

"You don't need to be perfect at this, you know," you let out a laugh as he tried to lead you in a slow waltz. 

"I am aware," he admitted. "But you deserve nothing less."

"Just let yourself have fun, Mr. Perfectionist," you grinned, switching up your movement to pull him into a twirl. 

You were leading him now, dancing him around in a circle past all the bright cecelias that were planted around the foot of the statue. They were almost as pretty to look at as you, but Albedo knew they'd never quite match your elegance and charm. Your hands placed gently on his body, one on his shoulder and the other just over his hip, felt so warm against him. It was a shocking change to the bone-chill he could sense from the damp soaking deep into every single fiber of his being. It was welcome, though, and your touch felt like home to him. 

Home.

He considered "home" to be the land he was created in, the land he no longer got to see. Home was meant to be where you were from, right? So why did you, a person who had let themselves into his life like an absolute whirlwind and consumed his entire being until you were all that was left, feel the exact same way? 

You had become a comfort, not unlike the blissful warmth of settling down before a fire deep in the harshest snowstorms that wracked through Dragonspine. Like the early dew in the morning gracing the blades of grass that Albedo did so like to sit out and sketch when the sun was just rising. You were ephemeral, fleeting, but at the same time you were strong and grounding, like an anchor keeping him steady. He never quite realised how much he liked feeling stable. 

Yet here, now, with you, he let himself enjoy it all at once. The feeling that he always felt when he was with you, that glorious encompassing feeling of home. It threatened to swallow him whole and never let him go. And he would gladly let it, without hesitation. 

He laughed. For maybe the first time that you had ever heard him do so, he let out the most genuine laugh that he ever had. The rain was still cascading down in rivers across him, forcing him to blink hard to get the water away as he threw his head back towards the sky. You watched him with keen interest for a moment, bewildered by the sudden display of emotion, but once you had settled you laughed along with him. 

Never once did you stop dancing, out in the rain like that together. You both kept going until you were too tired to move any more, until you were practically dragging yourselves back through the wet streets home. 

Home. That elusive word yet again. 

This was your house that Albedo was currently crossing through the threshold of, closing the door carefully behind him as you went ahead to start up the fireplace. It was your sofa that you piled some blankets onto, your dining chair that you slowly and cautiously spread out your soaking wet outer clothes to dry upon. 

Everything was familiar to him of course, he had been invited into your house many times even before you were courting, but it all belonged to you. It wasn't for the both of you. 

It could be, though, he let himself think. Perhaps one day, some of his paperwork could be laid upon that dining room table. The cup he usually used half to death for coffee before finally washing it out every time could be sat neatly on the countertop, perhaps next to your own. His coat could be hung up on the hook beside your front door, next to where your own currently rested. 

"-e that," you said, but he didn't quite catch it. 

When had he let himself get so lost in his own imagination around you? You really must have had such a strong effect on him, for him to even be thinking about sharing his life with you in such a way. 

"Hey, Albedo," you called out to him again. This time, he actually turned to you. 

"I'm sorry, what did you want?" 

"Give me that," you held out your hand, gesturing towards his coat. "You're still drenched, I'm not letting you stay here if you're going to drip all over my carpets."

He passed it over wordlessly, peeling the fabric back off of his arms and handing it to you. You gave him a warm smile, such a beautiful smile, one that never failed to elicit a similar one from him in response, as you moved off to hang his coat up to dry. 

It was next to yours, just as he had been imagining only seconds prior. He had to admit, they looked good together. Like they were meant to be there. 

"C'mon," you urged as you returned, ushering him back towards the sofa. 

He sat first, at your behest, and let you plonk yourself down by his side. You stayed where you were for a moment, before fidgeting and eventually shifting all the way until you had your head resting on his shoulder. 

"Your hair is still wet," he noted, which made you giggle. 

"Yeah of course it is, we were out there for like an hour." You wrapped your arms around his middle, settling down as comfortably as you could manage. 

It wasn't the first time the two of you had cuddled in such a way on your sofa (yours, not a shared entity), but this time Albedo just couldn't seem to find the right way to place his own hands. He settled, eventually, for draping one arm gently across you and using the other to hold onto the hand of yours that had come to a rest across his stomach. 

"You seem really off today Bedo," you hummed, tilting your head up to glance at him.

He met your eyes with a smile. "I'm fine, love, don't you worry."

Love. 

He hadn't ever called you that before. Why did it feel so right, now?

"Love?" You repeated, a sheepish smile spreading across your face. 

"Do you not like it?" He asked, suddenly wondering if he had said something wrong. Before you, he never would have been so worried about something so small.

"No, I," you hesitated. "I love it."

"Was that meant to be a joke?" Albedo mused, moving to press a kiss to your forehead. He wasn't sure what had compelled him to do that right then and there but it just felt right.

Felt. Feelings were difficult, a concept that Albedo knew about in abundance- but still could never quite grasp. Even though he knew he was happy with you, happy interacting with you in a more-than-platonic manner, he never seemed to get a decent understanding of how he felt about you. You had told him several times how he made you feel, not to the point of saying those specific little three words, but it was close enough. He knew you cared for him, deeply at that. Why else would you have been so patient with him all this time?

"I love you," he uttered out at last, after what felt like he was thinking for hours. Really, it had likely not been much longer than a few seconds.

You stopped what you were doing, mindlessly twining and unlocking your fingers with his, to gaze up into his eyes. The slight part of your lips expressed your shock brilliantly as you stuttered to try and get a response out. 

"I love you too," you replied at last, after fumbling around the words for a while. "I love you so much, you don't even know."

"I think I can imagine," Albedo smiled, leaning down to pull you into a searing kiss.

Yes. Love was definitely what he felt. There was no other way to describe it, the overwhelming feeling he got whenever he looked at you. The feeling that desperately ached in his chest whenever you weren't around him. It was the feeling that made him want to stay there like that with you for an eternity, even despite the inclination to keep working on his research. It was the feeling of the first day of spring after a perilous winter, of the very first leaves tumbling off of their trees in autumn. 

The feeling of home. 

And he wanted to make a home with you, no matter what.

☾ the witching hour

☾ decision: hallway

☾ warnings: f!reader, alcohol mention, drug mention, sfw shirtlessness

☾ word count: 2.4k

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