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this post is blacklisted because it contains multiple-words and is not fully visible on the index page. the link takes you to the permalink page. click here to view it. Posted on Sunday, 7 July 2019 Posted by kitsunelike the three times komaeda got izuru to feel something ship: kamukoma
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Despite my high work-ethic and strive for perfection, I was nothing more than human. After a few months working in my dream job, I started to feel the after effects of the tiring tasks that was dumped on my already heavy schedule
A sigh escaped my pink lips, as I treaded towards my home office. I practically melted into the cushioned seat of my desk chair, wanting to sleep right there, right then. But I knew I still had assignments to catch up on, along with overdue paperwork that was waiting to be faxed to the office. An annoyed click of my tongue fell after the drained sigh I just let out, as I poked my finger at my computer monitor, waiting for it to load
My swivel chair squeaked, as I felt the seat turn around with a swift motion of a hand that was not my own. I eyes were ripped from the incomplete email that was meant for my boss. Instead, my eyes were forced to see my pale skinned boyfriend that was standing in front of me. His eyes were filled with worried, all of his usual cheerfulness drained from them. He extended a hand of concern towards me, a box of (F/C) tucked underneath the other one
Speaking of Nagito, the white haired male brought his pale hand towards their cheek, brushing a stray lock of (H/C) hair behind their ear, his thumb stroking the plush skin. He flashed his typical gentle smile, taking in the warmth that radiated from the cheek underneath his skinny fingers, being absorbed into his poor insulated body temperature. God, how much he loved their warmth
However, the hug was cut short as the swinging of double doors and soft thump of hospital booties signaled that the surgeon was finished preparing the operating room and ready for (Y/N) (L/N). She swiftly pulled her clipboard from the front of the room, tapping the patient on their shoulder. (Y/N) turned around to see the doctor that had yet to operate on them
An hour later, the pale-skinned male was sitting on an empty chair in the waiting room. The area was relatively empty, allowing the other chairs to be free for Nagito to set the shopping bags down near him. He has brought a variety of jewelry, sweets, pillows, fuzzy blankets, stuffed animals, warm compresses, and even aroma therapy candles with felt candle holders for his hope once the operation was over. The clerk even gave him a shocked look, mixed with some confusion as he had trouble lugging all the bags into the waiting room
-He twisted his head to see the time on the wall clock, both hands signaling that it was exactly 6:45 am. A sigh of relief escaped his breath, relieved that he still had some time left before his beloved hope woke up. With caution, he creeped out of their shared bed, the squeaking of the mattress filling the empty space of their bedroom. However, the sleepy actress was still snoozing lightly, pulling the sheets towards her body
-Smiling to herself with these thoughts in mind, Eva straightened out the oversized hoodie that once belonged to her boyfriend, now acting as her pjs for most nights. She allowed her body one last stretch before heading to the designated area
-When she finally arrived, her rubbed her eyes one last time before focusing her field of vision on her boyfriend lying on their couch. Surrounding him was a bunch of presents wrapped in cyan wrapping paper, tied with black bows. Two frail hands covered a pair of pink lips that curled into a smile, along with tears streaming from her face. Before Eva could say anything, Nagito rushed up to her, wiping the forming tears from her face
-The earrings Nagito bought were shaped like hot dogs, hanging from a small silver hook. She carefully removed one earrings, allowing the warm polyester clay to dangle eye-level towards her. She giggled, blushing at her guilty pleasure. But Nagito kept his collected demeanor in the form of a smirk, crossing his arms
As I linked elbows with Hajime, he walked me to the golden colored banquet hall, leading me down the white carpet with red rose petals scattered all over it. My smile never left my face as we walked down the aisle together, every step leading me closer to Nagito. He wore a white tuxedo with a gold tie and red rose pinned to his right breast pocket. I have no idea how Hajime and Kazuichi managed to tame his marshmallow locks back in a neat low bun, but it was working for him
After we took our wedding pics, Nagito carried me to the dining hall where we had our dinner. We were greeted by many congratulations and applauses as our loved ones cheered for us, allowing us some room, as we were the guests of honor. After dinner was over, Sonia popped some champagne, pouring herself, us, and Hajime a glass. After a long sip from her glass, she took a microphone, turning it on
Chiaki, who was fast asleep at her table and the only one not fighting over the bouquet, felt the flowers land on her lap. She rubbed her eyes, and picked up the bouquet in her hands. Smiling softly, she got up and walked over to Hajime
OKAY HELLO OMG I HOPE YOU ARE TAKING REQUESTS !! i really like the way you write its super cool and i want you to keep going lolz anyways can i request a scenario where nagito, reader and hana are spending an afternoon together, the reader came home early from work which means that they can hang out, i think that would sound fun. i would love to see hana interact with her mom !!! okay so good luck
-With a gasp of relief, you managed to find your first period classroom, a few students sitting in their seats. With your hands slightly shaking, you powered through your anxiety, walking inside the classroom. Before you could pull out a chair from the first empty desk you could find, you were stopped by another hand
-With the thud of your bag hitting the wood floor underneath your new desk, you sat down near the cute boy. He closed his book, turning to you. Before you could say hello, he beat you to the punch. However, his first words towards you shocked you even more than the spoiled girl you first met
-As the white haired male gathered his things, you frowned, thinking that you were destined to be an outcast here. You already made an enemy without even saying much, and now you just pushed away a potential friend
-Nagito tried to keep his distance as much as he could after showing you around. After all, everything went smoothly after he showed you around school. It was screaming for bad luck to occur not only to him, but to you to!
-His distance between you was quickly closed when he explained his luck cycle to you during cleaning time. He ended his reasoning with a sigh, preparing for you to leave and never talk to him again. He even had a few suggestions on moving desks in class
-But that is what couples do, is it not? Love each other? You had an admiration of Nagito himself and your favorite aspect about the white haired male was his fixation to bring out hope in any shape or form. You taught him that he cannot purposely inflict despair just to see hope rise in the end. He has slowly, but surely, made progress towards his eccentric actions because of your aid
-You reassure him a lot and with the enormous span of time, he starts to gain respect and dignity for himself. You make him feel worthy and with every little milestone and step in the relationship, he starts to see himself just as worthy as a real ultimate and that is something he will never take for granted. With a smile, he vows to show you just how much he adores and loves you
-His heart is in a good place, and she knows this. They would honestly be a great couple, and some people may see it as toxic. While it can provoke red flags, their love for each other is something that cannot be determined by someone else. They both hold an immense amount of respect and trust for each other. Nagito would be a great boyfriend and would do nothing to intentionally hurt her. She was his hope, his love
Hello! I just found this blog and I absolutely adore your writings aaahh qwq Can I request a oneshot perhaps of Hana meeting an older Monaca (since she was technically raised by Nagito too), aaah I hope this is ok :'D
-After we had a brief introduction between Hana and Monaca, we said our goodbyes as me and Nagito made our way to our car. We drove off, the thought of finally having a night-out to ourselves kicking out any worry or concern I had in the back of my mind
-However this uncommon occurrence made Hana sniffle, wiping the flood of watery fluid that poured down from her eyes. She looked up at her babysitter, feeling a soft cloth being applied to her tear stained cheeks. She noticed Monaca was wiping her face with a handkerchief, making the toddler feel even more at ease
-My pale skinned husband shut the door softly, not wanting to wake our sleeping daughter from the couch she was passed out on. He lifted her into a princess carry in a mild manner, the blanket still providing her a light heat source. He turned to me, walking towards the bedrooms with me
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