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crvptidgf · 2 years

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Can you write Gilbert x fem!reader courting Headcannons?

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

[FLUFF]

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we all know Gilbert is a gentleman

he would never dare do or say anything to make you uncomfortable

that being said, he was always careful around you; whether it's a chaperoned meeting or not

for example the first time he suggested that he walk you home he made sure to choose his words wisely

"if you would like, could I please walk you home?" he said quietly so no one heard

he didn't want you to have the pressure of people watching you in case you didn't accept his offer

"you're more than welcome to decline," he added, a smile appearing on his face

he knew that sometimes the boys in the school felt entitled, so he feared that you would say yes out of politeness or necessity

however, you two almost being adults now and finishing school, he decided he would just make a move already, not even caring if he was rejected - at least that way he would know he needed to move on

"it would be my pleasure to have you escort me home," you responded

you had been waiting for this moment ever since Tilly had started getting noticed by boys

the two boys fighting over Tilly's attention caused a domino effect of all the guys acting on their affections

it was only a matter of time before Gilbert finally swallowed his pride and asked you

everybody had a subconscious inkling that they should not ask to walk you home - obviously Gilbert lay no claim over you, as did no one else, but it has been a long going theory that you two would end up together

so, as you two walked home, Gilbert holding your basket in his left hand, and your arm holding onto his right elbow, practically the whole school stood watching

whispers of "i knew it!" and "you owe me" could be heard amongst them

"alright, alright, everybody make your way home now," said miss stacey as she tried to get through the big group of students blocking the doorway

now onto the serious business

Gilbert had wanted to meet your parents as soon as possible since it was the proper and gentlemanly thing to do

he brought hand picked flowers for your mother, offering her a kind smile and a bow as he was welcomed inside

a beautiful pink tulip stood in his own jacket pocket as he presented it to you

"for the beautiful lady," he said

your parents, of course, loved him

there was nothing to dislike

him and your father babbled on about farm work and business plans

him and your mother talked about school and studies, him mentioning how he wanted to become a doctor

this undoubtedly impressed them

"a doctor! oh how pleasant - where are you planning to study?" they asked frantically

you begged them to not bombard him with questions but he assured you it was okay

the night ended with Gilbert promising to return, letting your mother know he would bring her some of Sebastian's spices for his next visit

come spring, Gilbert invited you to join him at the carnival

this was your first chaperoned visit outside the home, so it was quite a big deal

it was also the first time you'd officially confirm to Avonlea that you two were courting

you were nervous to say the least

you had worn your best dress, and finally being old enough, your mother helped you put on your corset

you looked positively sophisticated

your hat placed gently on your head, you climbed into the carriage, Gilbert grasping your hand in his to help you up as he followed soon after

it was no surprise to the citizens of Avonlea that you came together, however the presence of the Charlottetown people and others from beyond the county had made you feel overwhelmed

you hooked your arm around Gilbert's, letting him lead you deeper into the festivities

feeling your worry he placed his hand upon yours, squeezing it ever so slightly before letting go

the rest of the evening was filled with him competing in games just to win you little gifts

on one instance he came up to you, face smug with his hands hidden behind his back

"pick a side"

"hmm... left," you had said

he revealed his left hand, showing that it was empty

this was followed by him popping out his right hand with a little fluffy dog plushie as he shook it slightly in his hand

"wrong. i guess i get to keep it now," he said sarcastically

you laughed at his antics, slapping his arm affectionately

there was never a dull moment that day, especially with him complimenting you each and every moment

all of Avonlea (and more) now knew that you and Gilbert were taken, and if it wasn't obvious by anything else that i've said, it definitely became evident by the 5 millionth time that Gilbert would introduce you to people as "charming", "gorgeous", "lovely" or any other word in his expansive vocabulary

he is the king of praising istg he would not shut up about you the whole night

Gilbert made sure to always let you know that he only ever had his eyes on you, and that no woman could ever compare to you

he had a way to make you always feel special

whether it be finding flowers for you, cooking for you, helping you study, etc.

your first ever unchaperoned visit came a while after

it was after you guys had graduated and received your exam results

your parents felt you were old and mature enough, and they trusted Gilbert wholeheartedly to let you finally have tea together

Gilbert decided to take you to a beautiful café in Charlottetown called Great Aunt Anne's

he of course insisted on paying even though you told him it wasn't necessary

"what kind of a future husband would I be if I didn't make sure my lady was taken care of?"

future husband

at this you blushed deeply, just now realizing that he planned on proposing eventually

it didn't hit you until now but this newfound knowledge made you excited for your future with him

the date consisted of many laughs and jokes, your conversations leading you anywhere and everywhere

once dessert arrived he plucked a piece of whipped cream off his pie and smushed it onto your nose, laughing as he did so

"so childish, Blythe," you had said

at the end he escorted you home on the train, and waited with you for your carriage to come

you told him you'd be okay on your own from here but he didn't feel comfortable making you go home on your own

so as he walked you to your door, his hand itching to hold yours, he stopped you in your tracks to turn you towards him

"I meant what I said," he started, "I do intend to marry you one day. maybe not now, or any time soon, but if you'll have me, I will make you a promise that one day I will be yours forever"

he leaned in slowly, his hand reaching to the back of your neck as he pulled you in

"can I?"

with a hasty nod, you pulled him in by his jacket, your lips finally meeting in desperation

you had waited so long to do that

and now as you went to your bedroom, giddy as a schoolgirl, you plopped onto your bed and sighed

being future Mrs. Blythe sounded really good to you...

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taruchinator · 2 months

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💻 Written for the Brain Zine!

Brain wasn't blind to his surroundings.

He prided himself on being a man of intuition—someone who simply had an inkling and relied on it on his day-to-day life, be it in battle or while interacting with others.

To say he didn't notice the cases of keyblade wielders being in a state of melancholy after the war would be foolish on his behalf. What could he do to change that?

Hey everyone, Alice here! Welcome back to my KH vault! ^^

I've been meaning to share this story written for the Brain zine about two years ago for a while now, since I'm honestly quite happy with how it came out! I was never much of a Brain fan, but I definitely grew appreciation for him while writing this.

It's meant to be a retelling of the in-game cutscene in which he creates the Spirits in KHUx post-Keyblade War. Wanted to dive into the hows and whys of him creating them, so hopefully you'll enjoy!

Brain wasn't blind to his surroundings.

He prided himself on being a man of intuition—someone who simply had an inkling and relied on it on his day-to-day life, be it in battle or while interacting with others. He was also very bright, both academically and psychologically.

To say the ravenette didn't notice the cases of keyblade wielders being in a state of melancholy would be foolish on his behalf. And it was a number that continued to rise almost at an alarming rate.

“Getting some fresh air?” A voice brought Brain back to reality, as he realized he had been leaning on one of the pillars outside of the prestigious Clock Tower that had once served as a hideout to the Foretellers. The view from above was breathtaking, and also remarkably spacious to all of Daybreak Town in its glory.

Adjusting his fedora in a way that would slightly cover his face, the ravenette smirked. “With all the paperwork and dusty old cabinets, can you blame me?”

His companion—their leader, a fact he'd have to get used to—chuckled softly at the comment. “Fair enough. Out of all of us, I'm kinda glad you're the one who volunteered to sort through the Foretellers' stuff. You seem to know your way around books.”

“Books contain the knowledge that people didn't have the courage to speak aloud. At least that's how I see it. For now, I haven't really found much of use other than what I already gave you…”

“Oh, don't worry! That's not why I'm here. Just wanted to see how you were doing, that's all!” Ephemer scratched at the back of his neck with a sheepish grin, one that had Brain realizing how true and genuine he was, unlike many others he'd met before. Probably one of the qualities Master Ava saw in him.

“Oh? How thoughtful of you then, fearless leader.” Brain rolled his eyes, which caused Ephemer to lightly punch him in the arm in protest, only to end up having a chuckle erupt between them as it echoed through the empty halls. It was rather… nice.

“I wonder how everyone's doing…” Ephemer spoke softly, as if it were more of a thought to himself rather than a question. The albino then proceeded to lean forward as he stared at the town below, admiring the view with a bittersweet gaze twinkling in his eyes. “I know this was all meant to happen, and it was for a greater purpose and all… I just wish the Dandelions didn't have to pay the price for it.”

“So he sees it too. Of course he does, I mean, anyone would.” Wielders could be seen in the distance by Fountain Square—the usual pep in their step gone and replaced with something much somber. As if there was a much heavier weight resting on their shoulders that would never permit them to be the same ever again.

This was the result of war.

“I wonder where he's at.” Ephemer spoke once more, this time curiosity evident in his voice as he leaned forward and squinted at the blobs in the distance. The ravenette couldn't hold back the chuckle that erupted. “Who?”

As if he'd forgotten he wasn't alone, the other boy jolted slightly and then went to scratch at the back of his head once again. A habit of his, Brain could only presume. “A-Ah! It's nothing, just a friend of mine! He isn't technically a Dandelion but he survived the war. Haven't seen him since, though…”

“Well, if he's a friend of yours, I'm sure he's fine. Probably goofing off somewhere.” Brain let himself smile for a moment at the statement, and then went to express what he'd been thinking about before Ephemer arrived. “If something like this was meant to happen in the Book of Prophecies, then I'm sure there must be some way to make it better. We just haven't found it yet. So don't give up so soon, leader.”

Staring in slight disbelief, the albino returned the gesture. “Thanks, Brain. You're right. Just gotta follow the clues laid out for us!”

“May your heart be your guiding key…” Brain nodded alongside his companion.

If there was a way to reverse the effect the Keyblade War had on all the wielders, he was positive he'd find it. As Union Leader, it was now part of his duties. No one deserved the dark hollowness that was brought by this aftermath.

He was going to make things right.

That was the duty of a leader.

The Foretellers' chamber was nothing like he expected.

For people who were meant to be an example to the entire Keyblade wielder population, they certainly didn't put ‘tidiness’ too high up on their priority list. You could probably argue that training would be at the top of that metaphorical list, but organization was the foundation to any good regimen, and this room was anything but organized.

Brain wasn't lying to Ephemer when he mentioned all the dusty old cabinets and scattered paperwork that he'd tried piecing together for the past few days. The place almost seemed ransacked, and as if someone had left in a hurry and didn't even bother to put everything back where it belonged.

Easier for him at least, since he could start a new system without any complications.

The room had hardly any furniture in it, despite what the size might suggest. Filing cabinets, a few bookshelves, the grand round table, and a small working station that most definitely belonged to the Master of Masters.

“You know your eyes are gonna fall off if you keep staring at those all day, right? It's not like if you read them again it will make something new appear!” A high-pitched voice spoke behind the ravenette's shoulder, not startling him in the slightest despite the fact that he was supposed to be alone.

“I actually started collecting lots of data based on the evidence left on these pages. And I wouldn't have been able to do that without thorough research, Chirithy.” Leaning back against the chair, Brain smiled as he turned to face his spirit companion.

The tiny creature merely let out a long sigh as it adjusted itself comfortably on the table. “It's always you and your research. Have you even eaten anything?”

“Some fruit from the Moogle Shop. You don't need to worry about me, I know my limits.” He waved his hand dismissively as he tried to get Chirithy off the book he'd been previously reading, and the small cat-like spirit could only reluctantly agree with a huff. “You say that, but you've barely gotten any sleep this week! I've had to wake you up at least three times just to get you on time for your meetings…”

Brain recalled the instances his companion was referring to, but immediately shook them off as he nodded towards the corner of the room. “If you want to get some load off my shoulder, why don't you tidy up around here? I've been inhaling nothing but dust and cobwebs for at least a few days.”

Turning to look at where the boy was pointing, Chirithy raised its eyebrows as it saw only a broom staring back at them. The spirit crossed its tiny paws, almost looking offended. “You think I'm this place's janitor or something?”

With a shrug, the ravenette picked up the book from before and pretended to start reading again. “I'm just saying, you'd really be helping me out.”

Chirithy stayed silent for a moment, its tiny fedora covering most of its face as they stared down at the floor. It didn't take more than a few seconds before a grumble was heard and the spirit jumped off the table. “Fine! But I'm only doing this because it's my duty as your spirit guardian! Also if someone else comes in here, I'm saying it was your idea!”

The Union Leader laughed as his Chirithy made its way towards the desired spot. “I'm counting on you, partner!”

More grumbling could be heard in the distance. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Just be sure to find something useful in those dumb old- woah!”

The carefree moment was short lived as the sound of collision reached Brain's ears. In its whining, the spirit hadn't noticed the cabinet that the broom had been leaning on, and promptly crashed against the solid surface with enough force to knock it over along with all the contents inside. The ravenette quickly stood up and made his way over. “Chirithy!”

Small clouds of dust had also surfaced from the fall, which caused the keyblade wielder to cough and wave for the puffs to go away. Chirithy suddenly emerged from the chaos—thick dust covered its body, and only a tiny area that appeared to be its nose was left untouched. “I-I'm…fine…”

After realizing his companion was unharmed, Brain visibly relaxed and allowed himself to chuckle at the display. “You know what? That look suits you quite well. Now you look like a black cat! That should teach you to watch where you're going.”

Chirithy began shaking its body to try and get rid of the black coal in its fur. “Hey, it wasn't just me! When you have piles of stuff lying around, how do you expect people not to trip?”

“What are you talking about? I didn't put anything-” The boy was quickly cut off mid-sentence, as he turned behind the creature and found a pile of books he hadn't seen before. Where did those even come from?

Brain walked towards the tumbled pieces of literature and knelt down to pick one of them up. A thick film of dust painted over the cover, and as such he blew at it to try and get some off. What lay underneath was something the ravenette could've never been prepared for.

The Master of Masters' journal.

“Brain? What's wrong?” Chirithy's voice brought the boy back to reality as he remained frozen in shock. Quickly standing up, he headed back to the workstation and planted the heavy book on the table. “Chirithy, I think we're finally onto something. I'm gonna need some time to read through this, okay?”

The tiny spirit perked its ears in curiosity, but understood the importance of the situation and simply saluted as he picked up the fallen broom. “Yes, sir! This place will be sparkling clean before you know it!”

As soon as the spirit left to start the sweep, Brain sat down and began flipping away.

He was thankful that after so many days going from one book to the other nonstop, he had learned the skill of skimming through pages in a matter of seconds. And the things that the young wielder was seeing were nothing short of fascinating.

Stories from the Master's youth. Entries on the Foretellers. Speculations on how the Keyblade War would begin and how to prevent it.

But there was one page in particular that immediately caught Brain's eye: ‘Creating The Spirit Chirithys’.

“Is this… a recipe to create a Chirithy?” The ravenette knew that the Masters had created the Chirithys as a means to give guidance to all Keyblade wielders, but he never actually stopped to question the method that was used to bring them to life. If this truly was a step-by-step process on how to create a Chirithy, then he had discovered a gem.

All Chirithys were meant to guide and protect their partners from darkness, and according to the Master's journal, they could also indicate the state of a wielder's heart—whether it still belonged to the light or not.

But above all else, the boy found one trait to be of particular interest: A Chirithy was able to consume its wielder's nightmares and protect them from them.

It was fascinating for certain, but Brain's mind couldn't help but wander into a possibility of something else. Something that could benefit all wielders, especially regarding their current situation. “If Chirithy can consume people's nightmares… What if they could also do that with bad memories? Those that bring nothing but pain and sorrow?”

Memories like those of the Keyblade War.

The prospect was far too enticing to pass on. Flipping through the pages, Brain looked into the strange list of materials he needed for the experiment—from Lux all the way to Fairy Dust. Thankfully, the ravenette had seen most of these scattered around the cabinets in the room.

He quickly gathered everything he could find, and began adding some slowly into a small circular beaker.

If he wanted this to work, he wouldn't just have to replicate a Chirithy, but also modify the spirit into something different. Something unique.

Staring at the instructions on his lap that seemed more like a load of rambling notes, Brain couldn't help but sigh as he massaged his temple in slight frustration.

Something told him it was going to be a long night.

“Aww he's so fluffy!”

“H-He's also a lot heavier than he looks!”

Skuld and Ventus were doting all over the small pink feline spirit, currently snuggling against the blonde's neck and licking away at his cheek. Skuld was scratching at the fluff in the creature's neck, giggling in glee.

“So these spirits are like Chirithy? What exactly are they for?” Ephemer stared from afar at the duo with a smile on his face, yet side eyeing Brain for an answer.

“Turns out the answer was staring us right in the face this whole time. The Book of Prophecies gave us the task to create spirits that will aid wielders in forgetting everything regarding the war.” The ravenette flipped the pages of his own copy until he landed on the aforementioned task left for them.

Ephemer's eyes widened slightly. “Forget the war? You mean… erasing their memories?”

“Exactly. Chirithy has the ability to devour our nightmares, and these little guys would have a similar purpose—erase the memories that cause most pain, in this case being the war. We would be the only ones who would recall the event.” The only ones that would carry the burden. As any leader should.

“I see…” The albino kept his gaze fixated on Ven and Skuld, watching them giggle and laugh at the small creature running around them in circles. His smile changed to a more somber one. “As long as it's protecting them, I don't see why we shouldn't go with it.”

Noticing Ephemer's change in demeanor, Brain elbowed him on the side with a smirk. “Don't you worry, leader. The memories left behind will be nothing but good ones. And besides, its not like only one person will be holding onto this secret. You're not alone. You've got us.”

Returning his smile to normal, the boy elbowed him in return with a wink. “Yeah, you're right. And speaking of not being alone, neither are you. You should get some rest while the rest of us look into the chamber.”

Brain scoffed slightly. “I'm fine, but thank you for the concern.”

Ephemer merely raised an eyebrow. “Your Chirithy said they've caught you passing out in the desk more often than usual.”

“What? When did he-?”

“It smells to me like he could use a shower, too. May I interest you in a little something called soap?” Out of nowhere, Lauriam joined in on the teasing as he walked next to the ravenette with a smug look on his face.

Laughter erupted between the two and Brain could only sigh in defeat.

He was never the type to do things with others in mind. He was a loner for the majority of his life. And yet here he was, being thrusted onto a world with different values and ideas from his own, still it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would.

Maybe Master Ava was right.

The future wasn't decided, no matter what the Book told them. And with a group as unpredictable as theirs, perhaps they stood a chance at making things better.

For everyone.

✦𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬!✦

#my stories #kingdom hearts #brain kingdom hearts #brain zine #khux

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megers67 · 3 months

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Some rambling THOUGHTS on Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel and the protection deal and the Determination and other bits and bobs. Loosely organized as bullet points so it's not all disjointed run-ons. Also, it's possible some of these have been answered by Vivzie on social media or other means, but I'm at work on mobile and don't have Twitter/X.

That deal, while it seems cruel to Charlie, was actually a pretty generous one for Hell and there's very little chance Lucifer could have done better. Hell isn't JUST sinners. It's all the other demons and hellborn. I'm not sure of the actual percentages of hellborn to Sinners, but at the very least with Sinners confined to the Pride ring with the hellborn being able to also be in all OTHER rings, means that, population-wise, far more people are protected by the deal than aren't.

Lucifer likely was super jaded about the Sinners to have a huge motivation in protecting them in comparison to the hellborn who didn't have the free will to end up in hell (though this can ultimately be questioned when we examine in later seasons what it may take to get into Heaven or Hell, but Lucifer doesn't know that either so it still stands that the current working assumptions of all involved is that Sinners "deserve" being in Hell in some way). Though even if he did, he can't make the same argument for Sinners as he can for Hellborn.

I think it's pretty well assumed that part of the contract/deal means that Lucifer can't interfere. It would be interesting to see if that extends to, at minimum, Lilith or any of the other Sins. Don't think the Sins have much motivation to help out, but still. Actually, their absence from the Pride ring in general despite having abilities/roles that would seem to overlap with some of the Overlord roles indicates a separate non-interference agreement between Lucifer and the other Sins. So they likely wouldn't need to be specified in THIS contract.

Razzle and Dazzle are Lucifer's warning system of a broken contract. If Charlie is in danger enough for one of them to die during an Extermination, it can ONLY mean the contract is void or broken and he can step in. And that in this type of case, he needs to do so QUICKLY.

Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if Lilith is supposed to also get notified, though as her other parent, but that also depends on when Razzle and Dazzle were made as her bodyguards.

Actually, curious how long the Extermination has been going on. Has it said? Long enough for the citizens to be used to it, but it wasn't like it has been going on since Day 1. My best guess would be something like... Post-Flood or something. Seems like a large inflection point in Hell's Sinner population.

Though that would also seem like the population doesn't matter unless there was also the threat of an actual rebellion. So if there were numbers but no inkling of rebellion, then no Extermination would feel necessary to tamper that threat. And idk if there's just stuff we haven't seen, but it seems like there isn't even a physical way to Heaven without a portal, despite being able to see it (?) In the sky. So why would Heaven feel threatened unless there was an... Incident.

Lilith prolly has something to do with that. Wild speculation since I don't know anything about the prior web comic or whatever, but Lilith prolly came close to something and it freaked Heaven out. It would be REALLY interesting, though highly unlikely if this all got going 7 years ago. Like Lilith was doing stuff behind the scenes that Charlie wasn't aware of, Heaven got pissed off, Lucifer bent the knee instead of defending Lilith? There's definitely holes in that incomplete thought, but could be an interesting thread. Perhaps an AU down the line or something. Idk.

I think I had more thoughts, but that last one came out of left field as I was typing and I got a work call that also derailed my train of thought. I'll reblog with more if I come up with any.

#hazbin hotel #tbh I'm just spitballing things here #all completely unresearched too

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surveillance-0011 · 1 year

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HERE ARE THE TYPES OF SONGS I THINK OMEGA 3'S MUSIC WOULD SOUND LIKE IF THEY EVER HAD VOCALS IN THEIR SONGS

Fake Style by fake type

Nightmare parade by fake type

Very chaotic, trust me these are just references the actual songs would be 10 times more chaotic in omega 3 fashion.

They would also probably use an odd time signature like in their original songs.

Also rapping. And scatting. Because I said so.

Their lyrics would be very political I think, firing up the hatred the salmonids have against the inklings. They would call them "imperialist inklings" LMAO 😹

Also loads of lyrics filled with pride from the salmonids about being salmonids, cause they are very prideful of their people.

Just some omega 3 thoughts lmao

Hm, I like the sound of that! I’d say that Fake Type-esque style could fit them well esp for the more fast paced and intense songs. And I def agree all the lyrics would be a huge “fuck you” to Grizzco and the inklings, alongside that salmon pride, heheh.

I’m under the impression that they probably don’t have vocals (at least for the songs they play during the waves) bc spoken word could be mistaken for a military order or otherwise interfere w/ communication on the battlefield. They could very well have songs with vocals that they simply don’t play for us to hear

I wonder who’d provide the vocals, probably the DJ? With the other two having their own parts, maybe some songs having these sort of conversational bits in the rapping.

And while the cellist does compose the songs and is very stubborn the process it I think for this case the hatred for Grizzco and pride for salmonids is a shared trait the two share and the cellist would at least cooperate with the DJ more on the lyrics. I think it’s the music itself that’s a strong point for them and the DJ may have a better way with words. If he can come up with a new way of dissing his band mates every day, he can certainly come up with some bangin’ lyrics.

It’d also be nice to hear what salmon speech sound ls like. We’ve got some sounds from the goldies , snatchers, cohocks and some of the other bosses (drizzled and stinger methinks???) but no actual like. Full salmon dialogue.

#many thoughts #asks #ω-3 #splatoon #splatbands #splatoon 3 #I like this #and if we can’t give lyrics to omega 3 then I’d like to hear another salmon band with these vocals #hell I just want more salmonid bands in general #I’m curious abt their music…#thank you for sharing I’ll be thinkin abt this for a while

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unexpectedkate · 9 months

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I'm cisgender, heterosexual / heteroflexible, female, and allosexual.

I'm also queerborn, non-binary, assigned butch at birth, panromantic, polyamorous, kinky, and skoliosexual. My pronouns are "they ey she he whatever" on my work slack, but most people, including me, use she. When I was teaching I asked the kids to call me "Mx."

Queerborn, born to queer parents, in my case lesbians. I marched in a pride parade as a 6-year-old with a sign that said "two moms are better than one on one side" and "two dads are better than one on the other." I still think that this was my first inkling of being polyam. This was just two years after I was told to lie about my family so we wouldn't get kicked out of our apartment. The apartment complex explicitly didn't rent to gay people.

I know that voices exposed to T attractive to me. I was talking to a trans friend whose voice could change registers. When she talked in a high register, I was like you are a good friend and I'm very glad to be talking to you. When she talked in the low register, in the same conversation, I was like you are good friend and also hot, and I'm crushing on you.

Skoliosexual, attracted to non-binary folks. When I look back at the people I've dated, they all went through a "male" puberty. They all also at some point decided to grew their hair long. About a quarter identify as trans, although maybe they didn't have that language when I dated them. Most of them are software engineers and board gamers. None were particularly masculine men. (Software engineers and board gamers absolutely can be very masculine men, to be clear)

I would rather have sex with a kinky femme then a vanilla guy. Honestly, I rather have cake than sex with a vanilla manly man who doesn't like board games or programming. And I like sex a lot.

I've been asked "what's your real name" by coworkers. Someone wrote the f slur in the dust on my car after seeing me leaving the car with a date. I spent years of my life in one closet or another. Not telling my friends that my parents were gay as a kid. Not telling my co-workers that I was kinky or polyam as a teacher. I've come out more times than I can count about all three of those things and more.

I see loudly trans kids or older gay square dancers or anyone with a bag covered in pride buttons and think "my people! <3". I've learned a lot about my sexual identity from talking with ace folk. I felt kicked out of the community and culture I grew up in when I wanted to start dating boys as a teenager. My culture identity is queer.

I'm happy and I'm privileged. And I've had a lot of therapy. So I can write this without re-living my trauma. But I know there are some people who in some ways are like me and don't have that privilege of an emotional safety net. And just for their sake that I ask:

Saying straight, cishet, or cis/het/allo as shorthand for not queer is understandable. But please don't double down and say that cis/het/allo people can't be queer. I know it's not true.

#queer #identity #personal #my life #the world doesn't divide in easy category

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ladamedemartel · 10 months

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Lavender had never been a rare sight wherever their roaming journeys made a new home for them. So accommodating they were to its faithful companionship that on that day it grew for Aurora in remarkable ways.

Accomplished gardeners and botanists would have told you, as they told Tristan, that his wasn't the ideal choice for the grand figures he commanded to be created. Tristan told them, as it happened to be the case, that be it by incentive of reward in victory or punishment in failure, it would be ideal by the time his wishes were materialized.

Living sculptures greeted Aurora in the garden. Majestic forms in lavender that emerged from the ground in the name of seeking to marvel.

Dozens of trinkets scattered throughout the gardens. To the right there was a pride of lions. So precise in gesture and attitude that she should be able to easily identify each one. A grand piano waited for her to the left, mirroring the one she played inside. The figure of a pink flamingo that emulated not the animal but the memory of a plush turned purple was insinuated beyond that and even beyond the shadows of two violet silhouettes of suspicious familiarity waltzed in each other's arms.

"I believe you were feeling discontented with what the language of flowers had to say about your personal favorite?" Because of course Tristan was there, ready on her back, to introduce the sculptured nature.

"I chose to present a reminder that for as much as some pesky Victorian legend involving Cleopatra's demise may have besmirched its good name, the original meaning of your lavender, the persistent significance beyond gossip, sings of devotion and happiness.

Tristan captured her waist in the possessive confidence of the most outspoken of secrets. A roar. A burning declaration.

"I love you, Rory. Always. More than what any bouquet or flames dancing in a flower shop turned inferno could ever insinuate."

Their homes always featured stunning gardens, but it was clear from the extension preparations prior to assuming this home as their own that this would be different. No one had allowed Aurora to know what was planned for the gardens. No compulsion or threat of death was sufficient to get even an inkling of what Tristan had planned. Really, it was rather infuriating. Still, Aurora would let her brother have his fun with his surprise; whatever was planned would no doubt please her.

Yet, nothing could have prepared her for the sight that awaited her when all was revealed. Each sculpture was a tribute to her. It really was quite beautiful work.

She let her weight fall back against Tristan's chest and she grinned as her eyes roamed over each feature in turn. "You've outdone yourself, Tristan." she cooed. Truly he had and Aurora could not have been more touched.

#lordofthestrix #bb got pretty gardens #and she's very happy #the poor gardener that has to maintain this

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wnterreign · 1 year

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lukas harlaw summoned to the inquisition.

annoyance was written plainly across his face. since his older brother had already been summoned, lukas knew how pointless this inquisition was going to be before the martells even opened their pesky mouths. they’d once more been turned into animals caged and now were asked to work for their own freedom, as if these people had any right to take it in the first place. his eyes don’t leave the council, not an inkling of fear or intimidation in sight, and he declined to bow. this was not his ruler.

when did you arrive in sunspear ?

❝ before the wedding you made us all attend. when else? ❞

what were you doing the day of the wedding ?

he sighed. ❝ getting ready for and then attending the wedding like everyone else. ❞

did you leave the festivities at any point during the ceremony or reception ? where did you go ? did you return ?

when his brother had told him about the inquisition, this question had been the one lukas had made sure to prepare for. ❝ i left early. the celebration wasn’t that impressive so i chose to spend the evening with better company. ❞ he shot the council a cheeky grin in case they were too daft to understand his meaning. ❝ before you ask no, i don’t know her name nor did i care to ask for it. i was very drunk and left early the next morning. she was gone when i returned. ❞

did you see anyone leave ?

❝ i wasn’t paying attention. ❞ he said with a shrug, managing to keep himself from pointing out that watching the guests wasn’t his job just as finding the culprits wasn’t his responsibility either.

what were you doing when the fire began ? what did you do in response ?

❝ fucking. i don’t think you’d appreciate me going into details in front of the princesses. unless the crown prince would like some pointers? he probably needs them. ❞

where do you think the fire started ? do you have any ideas on who might have started it or how they might have gotten in ?

his brow arched. they really were clueless, asking this when he’d already told them he hadn’t been there for the fire. ❝ at the wedding reception. i think one of your many invitations granted them access. probably walked past your guards on the way too. ❞

do you know any of the victims of the fire personally ? do you suspect any foul play ? would anyone wish to see them harmed ?

❝ i heard princess maery was nearly kidnapped and was the only one who fought off her attacker on her own. ❞ pride cracked through his annoyance before the next question overrode it. lukas rolled his eyes and didn’t deign to answer.

who do you think the targets of the attacks and fire were ? do you think some were used as a smoke screen ?

❝ you. ❞

what were you doing yesterday morning ? ( the day of the murder ) did you see or hear anything unusual throughout the day ?

❝ sleeping. there isn’t much else to do in this cage. ❞

what do you know about the recent murder ? are you aware of the victim or who might have desired them dead ? do you think the victim is tied to anyone in sunspear ?

now it was simply amusing how little the martells clearly knew, and lukas couldn’t help but have a little fun. ❝ i didn’t realized i’d been employed as a dornish guard. if so, i haven’t received any coin for it. ❞

are there any houses of people you suspect may have any involvement in these attacks ? are you suspicious of anyone ?

all he offered was a shrug. the silence stretched on for a long moment, but lukas didn’t look away from the council. he could care less about the squabbles of the mainlanders, and even if knew anything he wouldn’t be telling the martells.

have you seen or heard anything that could be of use to the crown at this time ?

❝ once again, i’m not a guard. ❞

do you have anything else you’d like to share ?

no answer was given. he only stood up and turned expectantly toward the door, waiting for it to open.

#i. lukas harlaw — development.#i. lukas harlaw — task.#rfms.task02 #kidnapping tw

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lgcseojin · 1 year

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✱ TRACK 006

— DEBUT BOOTCAMP: self-study session

The grant of such a long period of self-practice came nothing short of a surprise to him. One of relief with a hint of listless confusion stringed along. The restless singer faced only one obvious option, singing, but pursuing it for the remainder of the bootcamp would do little to improve the upon his lacking areas. He did not care to stare at himself in the mirrors on his own and practice yet another choreography for the umpteenth time, humiliating himself over and over. Eventually, he settles on a compromise that sees to him incorporating all aspects of performance into his practices, to move about as if he were on stage in front of thousands.

When requested to make an appearance in front of the coaches ( as other trainees were, in and out of a specific room ), Seojin could only assume he would be in for a bit of trouble. As usual, the setting was utterly clinical and he restlessly bounced his leg as he sat in a full minute of silence.

"Seojin, could you say, in your opinion, what you feel you're lacking in to make a debut?"

His eyes darted around the room while the question filled the air, managing proper contact when his ears finally picked up each of the pieces. The answer he wanted to give and what was acceptable were far off. He was, perhaps, too casual for his own good despite every attempt to steer him otherwise. However, he took his own form of pride in remaining professional and polite to staff members.

"Well... I guess my opinion is biased in my favor, but I feel like so far so good when it comes to my skills. I think dancing is where I need the most improvement. If I'm gonna debut, I know I have to try harder at it. I don't exactly expect to catch up to the same level as the other guys but I'm giving it a shot, at least."

Seojin searches their faces for some sort of indication. He could have gone another route and picked apart his lack of rap skills but he wasn't exactly aiming to become an all-rounder. He knew well enough of the obvious holes in whatever package he attempted to present himself as. Standing on stage and jumping around like a man unleashed was easy enough; performing intricate choreographies in tandem with ten other guys was something else entirely.

He came into training at a notable disadvantage. No experience or knowledge of the world of dancing, as he had no inkling of interest in the field whatsoever. While he shined when it came to singing, he was the obvious black hole in the group when it came to dancing — the special case that needed extra attention from the coaches and specialized trainees alike. Of course, it did little for his confidence. He came to despise putting the group behind in learning moves due to his own incompetence. Friends could only do so much in his journey from the ground up.

( And he wanted to pound his fists against the wall, scream in frustration that he had to do this, then continue on the rest of his days as the stagnant song bird he craved to be. )

Seojin's voice made a subtle crawl back to confidence. At some point, another question or two about his improvement was asked but his brain fails to full register them. Instead, he continued his previous tangent.

"At the same time," He sighed, tilting his head back. "I feel like it's also something I got a lot better at these past few weeks. I'm mostly worried about my singing and sounding good on stage because people hear you before they see you but I definitely improved with my dancing... Even if it was just a little bit."

#lgc:debutbootcamp001 #i got sick so this sucks but ill be back to it soon #by it i mean being a functioning person #✱ ㅡ alone with my thoughts. ( solo )

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moraypower · 2 years

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@scberlight

It was way too cold out.

All of the maps that Frye had found of this place-- of which she had actually managed to find many, surprisingly resourceful in this manner as she had scavenged about-- had failed to tell the inkling absolutely anything about where Radial Island actually was in the world, and a distinct sense of unease, dread and discomfort had settled into the pits of her stomach, even after a while of watching the sun dip below the horizon, and even as the city continued to remain alive with bright, neon lights as the natural, orange light in the horizon dimmed and faded out to the blackness of night. It was much like Splatsville in that regard, awake long after when the sun had gone to bed.

But this wasn’t Splatsville. The biting chill at the tips of her exposed toes and against her bare stomach made that much obvious enough. Given that her hometown was in a desert, even in the winter, it only rarely became actually cold. The closest she could think of to when it was actually chilly off the top of her head would have to be in the middle of the night in those later months of the year, when everyone was at home sleeping and keeping warm under their blankets anyways.

The cold only coming to clamp down on people once it was very late into the hours of night didn’t seem to be the case at all here, which was quite unfortunate for Frye, given that she saw even temperatures that most would describe as blazing hot as being nice and chill. Her teeth chattered very slightly no matter how hard she tried to keep it from happening, though of course the dancing gangster was trying to go out of her way to hide this fact from just about anyone who passed her by on the streets this evening. Of course, it was only getting harder to hide, considering that it had been uncomfortably cool out for her here even before the sun had set. Now that darkness had overtaken the city, she found herself mildly afraid she was going to become a squidsicle out here, given her complete and utter lack of any sort of proper attire for this.

Subtly, she tried to pull her shawl closer to herself as if to wrap it around her own form, though it wasn’t going to provide much warmth and she knew that. For one thing, it was way too small, only barely draping past her shoulders, much less her entire body. For another, the shiny, almost plastic-like material it was made of was hardly good for keeping any kind of warmth in. Because most of the time, she didn’t need it to! It was sizzling hot enough outside without any extra help from her outfit!

“Ughhhh.” Though her bright yellow color likely made her stand out in a crowd here anyways, for a moment or so, the inkling had almost genuinely considered swallowing her pride, ducking her head down and going back to her townhouse for the night. Unfortunately, though, the girl was more stubborn than a seahorse, and was determined to keep searching for some kind of clue about how she could get back in contact with her best friends.

But maybe she could at least ask somebody for help with dealing with this frigid weather. She still felt wary about approaching any of the people with hair, though; the wiry stuff really did disturb her, making her feel uneasy at best around them.

So perhaps it wasn’t all that much of a surprise that when her gaze fell upon the only other person she had seen here so far who didn’t seem to have the weird, thin, stringy stuff atop of their head, she immediately chose them as the one to call out to-- regardless of whether or not the other was actually wearing anything more appropriate for the weather herself or not. This was apparently a matter of pride and comfort, and not necessarily brains.

“HEY! HEY, you over there! Do you know where I can find something warmer to wear?”

#scberlight #scberlight (1)

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uselessboss · 2 years

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Obsession(3/4)

"Ever since Johannes joined Miller's unit he became quite docile huh?"

"Good ridance I say. Glad someone was able to "muzzle" that stubborn asshole and rein in that sharp tongue of his"

"Who would have thought that someone as prideful as him, that always went on about how he would never bend the knee to anyone would follow HER of all people like a tamed pet?"

"You say that as if I was forced into submission when it's quite not the case"

"J-Johannes?!"

"I do it on my own volition" Johannes smirked at the fluster of the gossipers. "If I follow her every word it's because she gave me reason to agree to it"

The more time he spent with her the surer he was of that.

"That's all I have to say, now if you excuse me I have a meeting with my 'Master'" he snarks.

Master huh.

He might have said that in jest but to be perfectly honest it didn’t sound unpleasant to his ears.

"Was the line to get your tea long Johannes?" Miller greeted him, thanking him as he gave her the black hole she called coffee.

"Not at all, just stopped to have a small chat with some co-workers"

"About what?" She took a sip from her beverage.

"The same talk of recently" he shrugged "About me being your dog or something"

"This again?" Miller groaned.

He chuckled at her annoyance.

She abhored such thought.

From his part and amusingly enough he found himself agreeing to the slanderous gossip to a degree.

He wouldn’t deny it. Miller had him on a leash.

Despite what he said earlier about doing everything out of his own will he had an inkling that if there was anyone that could make him bend the knee this person would be her.

So it was quite curious thought how, despite having the rank and disposition to deserve her power to be quite averse to it.

"For a leader you sure doesn't seem too keen to order people around" he commented. " Why were you vying for this position then?"

"...Yes, you are right, I hate imposing on others" Miller admited. "But even if I dislike this role I still need it because I need authority"

"Authority?"

"For the day I cannot give a good enough reason for people to heed my words but will still need them to follow it"

Such a situation seemed unthinkable and ludicrous.

He found out that even he was prone to fail but he had yet to see her the same thing aplying to her.

This is how now he held such abstract concepts that he once scoffed at, like "intuition" and "instinct", with the same regard as his "reason".

Because when something unexpected happened outside his plans Miller was there to fix the problem thanks to her "intuition" predicting it.

He remembered questioning if he was even needed when she proved more than once to be far more reliable than him.

"I am lucky that nothing serious happened before I met you". She had dismissed his compliment. "Thanks to you covering so many possibilities I have more room to act in case something does happen".

She was nothing but reasonable.

It was never be bound to happen.

Is what he thought.

But such a day did indeed arrive and yet things went into a completely unexpected way.

The again, maybe he should have seen it coming because things were always surprising and unpredictable whenever Miller was involved.

"A rescue mission huh? I have the layout of the place, I think-"

"Johannes" she cuts him off.

"Yes Miller?" He immediately replies.

"I have to go. Alone"

"Why is that?"

"...Remember when I once told you about a situation that would require me to use my 'Authority'? This would be it"

"...But you would issue the order if it came to that"

"Yes. I would" she firmly replied.

The matter was more than settled. Nothing he could do or say would change her mind.

Even so, even if she was forced to use her "authority" to make him obey, she was unwilling to be anything but fair to him, treating his feelings as if they were important and could very much hold weight over her.

She was giving herself consequences for her actions. Regardless of where his stance lied she would accept and shoulder it.

"...Are those one of your 'hunches'?"

"No." She denied, face turning serious. " It's a certainty"

"Then I will do as you say and won't question you about it" he nodded. "Your assessment has yet to fail me so if you say this is the best way then I believe it"

"Thanks Johannes" her shoulders drop in relief. "Make sure no one enters the perimeter until I get back alright?"

To no surprise Miller was quick and successful in accomplishing the rescue mission.

He watched from afar as Miller took care of the people she rescued, checking for injuries, squeezing their hands and whispering in a soothing and comforting tone until their haunted looks subsided and their bodies stopped shaking.

This scene wasn't anything new to him, but he found that he could never take his eyes away from it.

Because it brought him back to the day she had saved and protected him. When he was but a mere acquaitance at that point yet she still offered unconditional care.

He didn't seek companionship nor cared about forming bonds with others. He wasn't one for affections, didn't consider anyone his friend and neither was regarded as one by others even if his relationship with his current colleagues could be considered "civil".

Whatever he had with Miller was an exception to the rule.

He liked the idea of having a "bond" with her.

The call of her voice snapped him from his reveries.

It seemed that she had finished checking on the civilians and wanted to talk with him in private.

"I'm truly grateful for what you did Johannes"

"I did nothing in special to deserve such compliment, I only did what you told me to do"

"Still, that made me really happy" her eyes lightned up, voice going soft. "...You became someone I grew to cherish so the fact that you did it out of trust really means a lot to me"

That smile was unlike anything he ever experienced before.

It felt more personal and intimate. Her eyes were the brightest and most lively he ever witnessed, affection and tenderness making it shine like a green flame or a sparkling jewel.

...It was said to never met your idols or people you look up to because you would be left disillusioned with what you found, that you would find their human side disappointing.

This is why he never tried to find more about the human side of the person he admired. Because he couldn't stand the thought of being disappointed with what he found.

Yet...

Yet, to his surprise he found it immensely appealing.

Maybe even more so than her image as "his boss".

That moment had changed something in him permanently.

He became far more conscious of her.

Whenever she had to look over his shoulder he became acutely aware of the warmth radiating from her body, rolling like waves and making his skin crawl with goseebumps.

Many times he found himself struggling to fight the urge to lean back and enjoy that pleasant heat or touch the hand that gently, but firmly, grasped his shoulder whenever she wanted to bring his attention to something.

Stealth missions were pure torture.

Whenever she had to lean close to his ear to whisper something he felt his breath hitch.

Her low voice felt boderline sultry. Her warm breath tickled his ear, and her lips were so close that he could almost feel its touch.

It was quite paradoxal how he could feel chills run through his spine and at the same time feel warmth spreading through his entire body, making him feel feverish.

The smile of that day was also something that constantly plagued his thoughts, awake or not.

These feelings were something unlike anything he ever experienced before.

It was intense. So intense that it made his earlier admiration and worship feel almost muted in comparison.

Her power over him increased tenfold. She didn't even need to do anything in special and yet she could pry such a strong reaction from him.

Was this simply the feeling of respect a subordinate had towards their leader or...

Or...

His green eyes flashed with greed.

#My useless invincible boss #crowa miller(useless boss)#Hills johannes(useless boss)

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saynotoshityouhate · 3 years

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For Science Ch. 5

Ch. 1 // Ch. 2 // Ch. 3 // Ch. 4

Words: 1781

Tags: angst, love, neediness, bathtub sex, he’s too big but (spoiler) we make it work.

It had been three days. Three long, agonizing days since Bruce slammed the front door and ran away. Yesterday he sent a text, asking if he could come home. Seeing his name light up your screen made your heart jump, so happy to know he was safe and coming back to you. You responded with an enthusiastic yes.

He’d never left like this before - you’d never had a fight or had a moment where his emotions took over so badly. Of course you’d welcome him back, you’d never worried he would hurt you. Not anymore - not since he’d found this new happy medium between his two personas. Bruce clearly wasn’t as confident.

It was hard having him gone for those first few days of your new job at the university, and you’d wished he’d been there to laugh at some of the silly mistakes you had made. His bellowing chuckles were some of your favorite noises in the world.

Pulling up the driveway after classes were through, you saw Bruce’s car parked back in its normal place. Your stomach flipped, unsure what to expect, although you were mostly excited to see him.

You quietly opened the back door, walking into the kitchen. Taking off your heels, you heard soft, muffled classical music and smelled lavender and citrus. You smiled, heading straight to the master bath. The door was cracked open slightly, and you could see the warm glow of candles dancing across the shiny tile walls.

You knocked quietly on the door and pushed it open gently, just enough to stick your head inside. “Bruce?”

Bruce’s head was resting against the cool tile behind him, his eyes closed and his breathing regular. He must have just fallen asleep, his large frame filling most of the oversized jacuzzi tub. “Bruce?” You whispered again, awakening him from his dream. His warm eyes met yours, taking a moment to focus and register that you were really there. “Y/N, I -“ Bruce rested his hands on the side of the tub, beginning to push himself up to greet you. “No, no - stay there, you look so peaceful.” You nervously played with the hem of your untucked blouse.

“May I?” You lifted your hands to the top buttons of your blouse, pausing for Bruce’s approval. His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he nodded, adjusting his dark glasses up the bridge of his nose. You proceeded in unbuttoning your crisp white shirt, setting it off to the side. Your back was turned to the submerged Bruce, but you knew the slight shimmy of your hips as you stepped out of your skirt and panties would excite him.

You backed yourself over to the edge of the tub, presenting your back to Bruce. He loved unclasping your bra for you. He took pride in being able to do it with just a flick of his finger, and seeing the tension leave your back and shoulders filled him with warmth. You moved the straps down your shoulders and dropped it to the floor, reveling in the ease of domestic life with Bruce - even in this uncomfortable silence.

Lowering yourself into the bubbles across from him, you sighed. The last few days had been hard on you, you were worried about Bruce, had started your new job, and had been brainstorming on ways to reverse your boyfriend’s physical predicament. You stretched your legs out in front of you, resting them against Bruce’s thighs. He took one foot in his large hand, rubbing the arch with gentle pressure. Your eyes fluttered closed at the wonderful release.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for how I reacted.” Bruce’s eyes were cast downwards in shame. “I was so upset with myself, I didn’t want to risk anything happening…” You interrupted him. “No, I overreacted. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m just happy you’re back.” You poked him with your other foot, asking him to do the same magic there as well.

“Where did you go?” You asked timidly, not sure you really wanted to know the answer. “I just went to the tower - Tony left my room as-is…just in case.” You made a noise of acknowledgement, your fingers idly playing with the bubbles that adorned your chest.

“I never stopped thinking about you.” Bruce extended a hand, inviting you to come closer. You accepted, allowing him to pull you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I was scared, Bruce.” He held your face in his hand, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again.”

You kissed him fiercely, as if you wanted him to stop talking before he gave any excuses or reasons to leave again. You couldn’t help the whimpers leaving your chest, three days was a long time for you two to be apart.

Bruce’s cock throbbed against you, eliciting a groan from the large man. “I missed you so much,” he mumbled, nipping and sucking at your neck and collar bone. Moving to straddle his waist, Bruce’s hands found your hips, helping hold you steady.

“I wanna try - I think I can do it - I wanna try.” You ground your hips against his hardening length, your breaths already ragged and uneven. You knew it would hurt, but you wanted to do this for him. You were certainly wet enough. “No, I don’t wanna hurt you, don’t-“

You had your mind made up. Your much smaller hand took Bruce’s from his waist, bringing it to your core. “Stretch me out, please. I need you.” He could never resist you. Slowly inserting one large digit, knuckle by knuckle, his eyes were trained on you, closely monitoring for any inkling of pain or discomfort. You were feeling nothing of the sort. Your head was thrown back, the stretch sending delicious shockwaves through your limbs.

“One more, please” you breathed. “Y/N, I-“ You shot him a look, like daggers from your irises. “One. More. Please.” Bruce sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He adjusted his fingers, slowly adding a second, drawing a moan from deep inside you. “I think - I think I’m ready. Please - give it to me? Let me make you feel good. Please?”

“Baby, I’m not sure about this. Let’s just start here, you’re taking me so well, maybe next time, we gotta take it slow.” You whined, loudly, and bucked your hips down onto his two, thick fingers. The water of the tub splashed over the edge. “Don’t wan’ take it slow, Bruce. Wan’ you - your cock. Puhleeeaase, Bruce.”

“The minute anything starts to hurt, you have to tell me, okay? Promise?” You nodded your head vigorously before pulling him closer and kissing him in gratitude. Bruce slowly removed his digits, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing but the bath water.

Bruce’s eyes were dark with lust, but still maintained the warmth of his concern for you. He held your gaze as he aligned himself with your opening. Every millimeter seemed to take an hour, your breath hitching in your throat as you stretched further to accommodate him. Bruce held your hips tightly, trying to maintain control and composure as you took him so well. It had been years since he felt the velvety warmth of a woman around him.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he continued to move slowly and methodically. You focused on your breathing, in through your nose, out through your mouth - pushing out whines and whimpers along the way. You attempted to hide your face in the crook of his neck, but Bruce pushed you back, wanting to keep an eye on you. “You’re doing so well, my girl, look at you.”

Looking down, you expected to see that he had completely bottomed out inside you, but there was plenty more left to go. His hand held the base, not allowing you to go any further, if that was even possible. You smiled up at him, so proud of yourself, feeling so full.

Bruce’s heart swelled - and he could finally relax knowing you were okay…better than okay really. You began to rock your hips, exploring your body’s limits, feeling the push and pull of Bruce against your walls. It was worth the effort.

You established a comfortable rhythm, riding him slowly, but forcefully. The waves of now lukewarm water splashed around you, adding to the symphony of delicious noises you both were making - the feelings sending you both into nonverbal bliss. Bruce began to tense, and you weren’t far behind. The only one with a free hand, you reached down to access your clit, quickly sending shockwaves of pleasure ripping through you. You clenched down on Bruce’s girth as you climaxed, sending him over the edge with you. His guttural growl sent vibrations through your skin as he filled you up for the very first time. You collapsed into him, every muscle giving out from the pain and exertion.

Bruce held your weakened body in his arms, both of you exhausted beyond belief. The tub had turned cold and you began to shiver. Concerned, he held you tightly with one arm while he used the other to push himself out of the bath. You clung tightly to his neck as he walked you to the bedroom. Placing your down gently, he dried you off with a towel and handed you your robe to snuggle up into before returning to clean up the bathroom. Once you were dressed, you crawled back to the pillows aligned neatly on your bed and waited for Bruce to return.

Wrapped up in your fluffy robe, you nuzzled into Bruce’s chest. “Can I ask you a question?” Your fingers idly traced his chest, droplets of water still gripping the coarse hairs on his sternum. Bruce grunted in the affirmative, his eyelids were heavy the minute his head hit the pillow. “If you could, you know, switch back. Would you?”

Bruce hummed. “I mean, I’ve thought about it. Done some basic calculations, consulted with colleagues…but that was all before.”

“Before what?” You whispered, tipping your head to look up at him, his eyes still closed gently.

“Before you. Before our life together. Before I saw the way your eyes light up when I enter a room. You read about that sort of thing in books, right? But I never knew it was real. And me? Of all people? In this state?” You sat up, captivated by his words, tears welling up and blurring your vision. His eyes met yours, one hand tracing your spine, while the other held yours.

“So no. I’m not interested in changing back. I am Bruce Banner, I am the Hulk, and I love you.”

#saynotoshityouhate #for science #bruce banner angst #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner smut #professor hulk x reader #professor hulk #marvel smut #avengers fic

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ramenaddicted · 3 years

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Just desserts WIP (Keigo x Reader cheating angst)

Some angst that I'm writing. @deleteddewewted

Content Warning: Cheating, angst, cursing, and implied drug use.

Again this is a WIP so it's still in the process, so the next time you see it it might be structured differently.

Love is an unyielding force, depending on the person. Some people love hard, others have what I call an inkling of love. Meaning the love is there, just not enough to make them stay or leave. Or some have no love at all; they fake their emotions just to gain a means to an end. So how do I classify the person who threw away three years of a perfectly good relationship?

Here we both stand in our (his) apartment; his eyes are downcast on the floor. He's silently begging for the floor to open up and devour him whole. My body moves on autopilot as I walk away from him, feet leading me to his den of sin. Our bedroom was once a source of comfort for us, now I'm hastily reminded of him fucking another woman on the sheets I painstakingly picked out, a nice burgundy color for fall.

As I hastily pack the essentials: clothes, toiletries, and a few comfort items, all harshly packed away in my purple suitcase. I feel the warmth of his body enveloping me; hands circled my waist, pulling me against his heaving chest. Why is he crying? Isn't this what he wanted?

He wanted an open relationship, he wanted other people, he wanted sex on his terms. None of which includes me, so I'm leaving.

"Please don't go," he begs. Funny for years I had been trying to get him to open up to me and now all because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants he wants to have a breakthrough.

I forcibly pushed him off of me, I refused to feed into his crocodile tears.

"I'll be back sometime next week for the rest of my stuff," I reply venomously.

He screams for me to wait, but I'm already at the door. Fist clenched tight around the doorknob. I take a long breath before turning back to him. He's so beautiful, a cheating bastard, but a beautiful teary-eyed bastard.

"I refuse to be a fool for you anymore."

I refused to listen to his cries and pleas as I opened my gate to freedom and closed it behind me; trapping him in his den of sin or now his gilded cage of guilt.

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The first three days were the hardest; when I first left the apartment I wandered aimlessly until I got hungry and hunkered down in a café. It was like God was playing a cruel joke; there were couples everywhere, being cute and loving. It makes me sick, so in between drinking my too-sweet macchiato I called Junko, my dear friend, to let me stay at her place through this whole ordeal. I didn't have to wait very long before a familiar face was decorated with comical makeup (clown core is what she calls it.) Bustled through my section of the café.

"I know I'm supposed to cry with you, but this all-nighter setting spray."

I fucking died at her response, classic Junko; a fashionista to the end.

After leaving the café we went to a nearby convenience store and loaded up with everything: junk food, alcohol, and eye drops...for when we smoke "cigarettes" on the roof of her apartment building. During the walk, my phone kept vibrating in my pocket; I kept receiving calls from Keigo and ...Miruko? I was very tempted to throw my suitcase case and phone over the bridge, just a big fuck you to the birdman with Hella mommy issues.

A blood-curdling scream ripped itself from Junko's throat, startling the fuck out of me.

"From experience, if you don't scream or cry, your thoughts and emotions will cloud your mind." She said with a jovial look etched into her clownish-looking features. "I rather scream than do something stupid, like throwing a 40,000¥ phone into a river."

She's right. So for a good half an hour; I screamed into the indigo/orange mixture that was the sky over Mustafu.

"Fuck you Keigo!!!"

My back welcomed the plush bedding of Junko's guest bedroom when I fell backward on it. Back lounging on the softest and not cum stained sheets; did I allow my eyes to close. I didn't allow my mind to dawdle on birdman and all his shortcomings, instead, I thought about-

"You wanna smoke a bowl?" Junko inquired while standing in the doorway.

"You might wanna pack that bowl nice and tight." I meditated while staring at the colorless ceiling. My night ended with me and Junko smoking a bowl on the roof of her apartment building staring at the ever-changing hues of the sky,...yeah I'll be alright.

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I don't remember much of day one at Junko's, day two I spent most of the day hiding away and thinking. My relationship with Keigo had red flags from the beginning. His crude personality manifested when the two of us would have fought and in the end; when he got knocked down a peg, would lead him to hide or fly into the night.

Funny, he can insult me, but when I raise my voice I'm being unreasonable.

With my collection of parental issues; I swallowed my pride and apologized. Every single time I would come crawling to that mother fucker his eyes glowed darkly with amusement. Another red flag was the gifts; Keigo expressed early on that he was a gift-giver, and it never sat right with me. One day a Givenchy dress showed up on my doorstep; Keigo was adamant that I wear it to a charity function. The next gift was a necklace he quietly placed around my neck while I was distracted. Lastly and the most shocking, a forced threesome. We had talked about fantasies and whatnot; I jokingly mentioned that I wanted to have a (hypothetical) threesome with him and another Pro hero, you know as a joke.

" Keigo, what is this?"

"A gift for patching me up last week."

"Such a loving girlfriend, Yasmin.” Miruko passionately murmured. Her desire-filled crimson eyes bore holes into my frame. Yes Miruko is a beautiful and intimidating woman, but

I couldn’t stop the chill that ran through my body as I watched Pro Hero Miruko saunter over to my direction, all dressed in expensive-looking lingerie. The necklace that Keigo gifted me before, fitting comfortably around her neck. Tucking a strand of stray hair behind my ear, her lips were on my left earlobe; hot, wet, and hungry. I felt Keigo’s bare chest against my back as his tongue seriously licked my right earlobe.

My thoughts are a mess; my pulse is racing faster than a speeding bullet, my body is racked with tremors, and my throat is dry. Why would he do this? Am I not enough for him? Does he want someone else?

We got as far as kissing, Miruko could taste my uneasiness through her passionate ones while Keigo watched from his place on a chair in the bedroom.

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jarofstyles · 3 years

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ex! harry turning up at y/ns doorstep in the middle of the night telling her that he can’t stop thinking about what they had and even though shes like 🤔😐✋🏻 at first she invites him inside to talk more in depth and he goes „bloody idiot i was..was gon' marry yeh, were gon' be the mum of my babies..wanted everything w' yeh, still do.“ and it basically ends in some passionate intense love making<33

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She bolted.

Harry cursed to himself for pressing down hard at her, knowing that she had been a bit skittish since their breakup. He knew that he would have to handle her with caution but in that moment, his mind slipped back into owning her. She had been his first so long, and even after so many months apart it was his instinct. He wanted her.

He was a stubborn son of a bitch, that was for sure. And while he had at first been a bit hesitant about his want to after her, he knew that it would be foolish of him to not. The connection they had was further proven in those moments he had her backed against that counter, and he knew that no one else would ever be able to make him feel the way she did.

So? Harry swallowed his pride. He decided to say fuck it, and arrived at her place, hands in his pockets as he looked down at his feet. The ride up to her flat and walk down the hallway was so familiar yet felt so raw. He hadn’t been here in so long, a hallway that used to watch their kisses and fumbling with keys and frisky hands up dressed or in pants was how solemn and a bit nerve wracking. He hadn’t ever wanted to let her go and it was his fault for sure. Not being able to delegate his work with his love was his downfall but if anything, the time apart had shown him how incredibly important it was to have someone like Y/N behind him. Her support meant everything.

She meant everything.

His knuckles tapped against the door, stomach turning with nerves. She could very well tell him to fuck off, spit at him, yell. He wasn’t necessarily sure what to expect. The only inkling he had to go off of was knowing she was just as miserable without him, and her body still reacted to touches the way she used to. He had that going for him.

When she opened the door, her heart fell to her stomach. It had been 3 days since the incident, her skin still tingling with the ghost of his touch. She had come home and sobbed. Sobbed and cried and gotten sick because the touch reminded her of everything she lost, all the strides she had thought she made to her over him.. ruined. All by one night. He had too much control over her.

Despite the nerves being raw, she took in his looks. His bags under his eyes, looking a bit pale and the lack of sleep. He had cried. She knew that look anywhere. Stress riddled his body and he almost looked like he was trying to make himself look smaller and less intimidating- which was hard for a 6 foot something tattooed man.

“H-Harry?” She whispered, unsure what to do with this. “What are you doing here?” Her arms crossed against her body protectively, which broke his heart. She shouldn’t have to feel scared of him. He should be making her feel safe and relaxed and open, like he used to.

“We need to talk, Y/N. Actually, I need to say some things and it would be better if I came inside. May I?”

Dumbfounded at the idea of him actually being here, she nodded, letting him in. It hadn’t changed too much. The vanilla suede candle still burned and scented the air. The couch still had a slight dip, the same pet dish for the cat was sat half empty. But their photos were gone,’making his stomach turn.

Fuck. This used to be home. It still felt like it for a bit. But she had erased bits of him that made it shared.

She led him to the living room, sitting on the couch across from him. The middle cushion gave space, making her feel a bit better. Harry was such a complicated thing for her. The source of so, so much joy in her life… but also so much pain. He had broken her heart and left her in pieces and he hadn’t attempted to work things out with her at all. So why now?

“What is it you have to say?” Her tone came off quiet and a bit cold. As if she was annoyed and bored. But it wasn’t the case. Her heart was pounding just as hard as his, clueless as to why he was here. Why he was bothering months too late.

“Don’t…. Lovely…” he swallowed sadly. “I hurt you so badly.” His face fell as he realized this wasn’t her. His girl didnt shy away, she didn’t go cold. She was warm and sweet to him, she was open and receptive and she never looked at him like that. Why he managed to notice so late… he didn’t know.

“Yeah. You did. You hurt me so fucking badly that I thought my heart was breaking. I always thought that maybe you’d come back and tell me what a mistake you’d made. Instead, you up and left. Packed your shit like a complete and utter coward while i was at work.” Her steely expression was laced with hints of pain that he could see through. The words made him flinch. It was true. He was a coward.

“Y/N, I-“

“Shut up.” She snapped, watching his face fall into shock. It really wasn’t the old her. She had been a bit bitter since then. It wasn’t fully his doing, but he was a large contributor. “I had to come home to an empty apartment. No letter. Ni note. No you; and no more of your stuff. The records were gone. You took our fucking records.” Her voice broke. “All your clothing. Not only did my heart feel empty, but the house? And then our fucking cat.” She seethed, standing up. “Our fucking cat meowed for days. Days, Harry. Looking for you. And you never came back. Sat at the god damn door every night at 7, waiting for you to come inside.” Her cold personal broke, the emotion sweeping her face.

His stomach hurt. He didn’t realize it would be this bad. As little as she had even said, he knew he would have to make it up until the end of time. Her hurt was audible and he could even feel it dripping into his own bloodstream.

“Sweetheart…” he stood up, approaching with caution. She didn’t back away, but she didn’t step towards him. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” His voice broke. “I thought… I was so terrible t’ya, and then y’said you never wanted to see me again…. I thought I was doing what y’wanted.” He whispered pathetically. “I shouldn’t have… I should have fought harder. But we were so miserable, Y/N. I was wrecking you.” His excuse sounded poor even to his own ears, heart dropping as her lip wobbled.

“I just wanted you. I wanted you to talk to Me. To be with me. I didn’t want you to leave. You fucking idiot!” Her voice broke as the tears stung her eyes, but she didn’t push him away when he grabbed her and tugged her into his arms. Pulling her in for a hug, squeezing her tightly as he felt her start to sob. His own tears were quietly burning in his eyes. Seeing the result of his idiocy in person hurt.

“I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry. I thought you’d be happier without me… knew I was being an idiot and wasn’t giving you the right attention. But I thought you’d want to find me when y’wanted me again…” his logic was flawed yet again, and he realized how dumb he sounded when he said it out loud. “The plan was always us. Was Gonna marry ya. Y’were gonna be the mumma to my babies, was gonna be with you forever. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He whispered sadly, lips speaking against her hair.

“It’s still all I want. Y/N, angel love…. Please. Know I’ve been so stupid but I can’t do another day without you. I know I hurt you so badly… I’ll never forgive myself f’that. But I’ll spend every single day trying to make it up to you. I want you. I’ve missed you so much it hurts. Please… give me a chance to do what I should have done.” He pleaded, pulling her back to hold her face in his rough palms.

The sincerity dripping through his voice, the tears that had escaped his eyes and the trembling of his hands holding her cheeks let her see that he meant it. He meant it and he wanted to try. Maybe she was the idiot for believing him. But with a love she felt for him, so strongly remaining after all this time apart…. She only had one answer.

“Okay.”

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mctherofdragons · 3 years

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crash into me | s.r

summary / you’re a brave agent, but you do have one fear - thunderstorms. while sharing a hotel room with your best friend and colleague spencer, he finds a way to comfort you as you ride out one together.

pairing / spencer reid x gn!bau!reader

warnings / fluff <3 friends to lovers, thunderstorms, astrophobia (fear of storms), needle mention if you squint, a singular mention of the boogeyman, reader gets nervous/scared, food mention, cuddling.

author’s notes / we’ve had some really big thunderstorms here recently and i thought of this idea the other day as i was falling asleep. it’s not super long but i thought it was sweet nonetheless! qoute in italics is from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy.

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From the time that you were small, you hated thunderstorms. Tempests, with their rolling crashes and bright flashes across the sky, sent your heartbeat quickening in your chest. As a child, you would run into your bedroom and fling yourself into your bed, tossing your duvet over your head until you heard silence from outside.

As you had grown, you lost many of your childhood fears. You no longer dreaded getting shots at the doctors office. The perceived Boogeyman under your bed was also long-departed, especially given that you now hunted for the most real of monsters. You were, for all intents and purposes, a lion-hearted young adult. But you had one proverbial Achilles heel to this day - those dreaded thunderstorms.

The sticky humidity clung to your skin as you walked from the black bureau SUV into the hotel lobby. The team had just landed, and were set to begin work in just a few hours. Thankful for the air conditioning, you turned to Spencer, holding up your debit card. “I’m going to stop at the vending machine. Do you need anything?” “Just a water...and maybe some Oreos,” his eyes were like saucers, as if asking for a few dollars worth of sandwich cookies was a major request. “I’ve got you, Spence,” you smiled, handing him your suitcase. “I’ll meet you up there.” You walked down the long corridor of the lobby, looking up to admire the architecture of the hotel. Sometimes, the Bureau would surprise you and put you in a nicer set of digs for the night. This helped quell some of your fears, as the moment you’d learned you were headed to Gainesville, Florida in July set off a multitude of alarms. Save the vast number of murders that were rolling in - Gainesville had one of the highest storm rates in the country during the summertime.

You were grateful that you would also be sharing a hotel room with your best friend. Spencer was always there for you when you needed comfort or someone to talk to. However, you were partially nervous as he had never seen your thunderstorm aversion up close. You had a tiny inkling of a worry in your stomach that he might think your fear was immature.

You quickly swiped your card on front of the vending machine. You heard a small rumble and knew the sound immediately. You crossed your arms, chewing on the nail of your forefinger as you made your selections. Taking a deep breath, you selected the numbers and letters as quickly as you could. You gathered the snacks and drinks in your hands once they had clattered to the floor and quickly made your way to the elevator.

The elevator flew open with a loud ding and you moved as quickly as you could to find room 205. You tapped your keycard on the electronic pad as quickly as you could, relieved when you had finally shut it behind you. You tossed the drinks and snacks onto the side table, running over to close the blinds. Spencer laughed, setting down the book he was reading. He was already laying in his bed, pillows fluffed up behind him so he could sit up. Akin to the man you knew so well, Spencer was wearing matching blue, stripped pajamas and a pair of mismatched green and red socks. “Don’t sit close to the window! You’ll get struck by lightening!” Spencer watched as you paced back and forth, tapping your toes when you would stop. He adjusted his glasses, patting the bed next to him. “You seem worried, y/n. Come sit.” As much as it hurt your pride, you made your way over and sat down. One a loud clap of thunder broke across the atmosphere you took a big hiccuping gulp, a tiny gasp escaping you. “I h-hate storms.” Spencer frowned, reaching out his arm. He had an open space now in the crook on his side - with a perfect place to rest your head. You caved, cuddling up to Spencer’s side and sighing. You took in the scent of his cologne, already feeling safer. Another clap of thunder startled you, and Spencer rubbed your side. He made no effort to question you or ask about the reason for your fears. He acted as if it was the most natural thing in the world to him to comfort you. You looked at the book in front of him. “Haven’t you read Anna Karenina like...a million times?,” You laughed, glancing up at him. He looked down at you from behind his glasses, a smirk decorating his boyish face. “And haven’t you read it...zero?” “Will you read to me?” The request fell from your lips naturally. Spencer felt his heart hammering. To him, there was perhaps nothing more intimate than sharing his most favorite books with another person. In this moment, too, he felt like he had been waiting forever for this. The goodness honest truth was that you liked Spencer...and Spencer liked you. But much to the chagrin of your team, you were both too stubborn to admit it. Spencer nodded, taking a deep breath. You snuggled closer as his turned the page. But before he began to read, he turned and planted a butterfly-soft kiss to your forehead. You smiled, glancing up at him. “Nothing to be scared of...see?,” he whispered, letting his lips still brush against your forehead. You were scarlet red, feeling like a schoolgirl all over again. “The book, Spence...” “Oh right,” he cleared his throat.

“Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy..,” he announced as if he were beginning the recording of an audiobook. You listened as he read, allowing your heartbeat to slow. Eventually, your legs were tangled in his intimately, while your lips touched against his ear and neck. Both of you felt content to stay like this forever. Spencer knew you’d want to talk about it in the morning, but for now there was no questioning or wondering how right it all felt. Although he had heard your drift off to sleep, he continued to read aloud, just in case you woke up. The storm had cleared and now the hotel room sat in the only kind of calm that was available when a storm had settled. The wind still roared, but the thunder and lightening had fallen away. When Spencer got to his favorite line, he looked down at you and smiled. ““I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.” _____________________________________________________ criminal minds taglist // @hufflepuffhaze @omghufflepuff @angelsandsorcery @txtdreamss @ssavanessa22 @awritingtree @sweetandsunny @the-wolfie

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mrs-riceball · 2 years

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The Impenetrable Nanami Kento

nanami x fem!reader fluff fluff fluff + mildly suggestive 5.1k words [requests open]

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Nanami Kento thought that happiness was self-discipline, self-reliance, selflessness, and dying without regret. It was lonely work, but he prided himself in his ability to help others. He knew that he was working his ass off to make the world a better place, so what else could he possibly want for?

Sure, he couldn’t perform domain expansion, and Gojo wasn’t the most pleasant coworker, and Ijichi was sometimes a little less competent than desired, and the Jujutsu Tech students were always digging themselves into trouble, and the higher ups were endlessly corrupt... But what was the matter with any of it so long as Nanami had decided his life was fulfilling? Even though being a jujutsu sorcerer was far more exciting than being a salaryman, Nanami thought life was just supposed to be mundane if you were doing it right. He never had an inkling that he was doing anything wrong until he finally found something worth yearning for.

Gojo and Nanami had headed to an upscale party to connect some dots on a new curse that had been ravaging Tokyo. At first, she seemed so plain, so regular, so average. She fit in perfectly with her surroundings, wearing an elegant gown and adorning herself with dainty jewelry; she listened carefully to each question and responded with precision and tact; and she nursed a few glasses of champagne throughout the night, only drinking enough to relax, but not too much that it was distasteful.

At first, Nanami barely even noticed her because she didn’t have any information which was relevant to the case at hand. He barely noticed her when he headed to the restroom and saw a curse looming over her, caring more to exorcise it so she could move on with her life than to pay attention to her.

Of course he exorcised it swiftly, asking her if she was ok, to which she responded, “Yes,” with wide eyes and astonishment, providing him with endless expressions of gratitude. He let Gojo and Ijichi do the comforting, with Gojo doting over her and her laughing politely at his stupid jokes. Seeing that she was attacked by a curse, although she still had little to no helpful information, Gojo and Nanami checked in with her weekly to maintain her safety with the larger curse running wild.

Gradually, Nanami started to notice things about her. She never seemed like she was in a rush; when she asked him how he was doing every time he checked up on her, she meant it. When she complimented him on his promptness every week, she showed true appreciation. When she invited him in for a cup of tea, she took her time to prepare the perfect cup. Even when Gojo overstayed his welcome, she never seemed upset or tried to shoo him out the door. She was more than grateful that Nanami and Gojo had taken it upon themselves to ensure her safety, but her kindness seemed innate, like she would have treated Nanami with the same respect and compassion regardless of if he had saved her life. She was so genuine.

Nanami had things he enjoyed, but he came to realize there’s a difference between having things to enjoy and having an enjoyable life. He enjoyed helping others and the simple pleasures of life like a hot shower, but she showed him that even rational people can have enjoyable lives. Unlike Gojo, she had a good head on her shoulders—she was respectable. And he had thought respectable people didn’t have time for the frivolous behavior which satiated the more simple-minded, but she seemed to have figured out some perfect formula for indulging just the right amount while still staying dignified.

“How do you do it?” Nanami asked one day as they were sitting across from one another enjoying their weekly tea time.

“Oh, it’s really quite simple! My electric kettle does all the work for me, I push the Green Tea button and it heats it up to the perfect temperature. I always set a timer to make sure the tea steeps for just the right amount of time. I let the water cool for two minutes, then steep the tea for two minutes and 37 seconds. It’s perfect with just one exact table spoon of this local honey,” she offered him a warm gaze as she shared the steps with him.

He was impressed at how methodical she was, but she made it seem so simple, not emitting the same straight-laced aura that he was known to give off. “Thank you,” he smiled at her, unsure of how to phrase the real question on his mind. He was usually quite predictable, but he couldn’t help the next words that slipped out of his mouth, aching to make more sense of her, “I’d like to take you out for dinner sometime, if that’s alright with you.”

A slight blush tinged her cheeks. “Nanami...”

“You can call me Kento,” Nanami told her, trying to smile at her reassuringly.

“Kento, I would love nothing more than to get dinner with you,” she responded with glee. She opened her planner on the table and he procured his pocket planner out of his jacket. “This Friday, 8PM?” She asked.

“Yes,” he responded, penciling it in. “I’ll get a reservation for 8:30 and Ijichi and I will come pick you up. I’ll send over a dress tomorrow.” They’d spent enough time together that Nanami had memorized her 7:3 figure, and she figured it was probably better not to ask.

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In the outfit he chose for her, it seemed like her body begged to be looked at. She looked absolutely divine. Nanami’s thoughts raced as he tried to figure out whether it was the dress, the fact that he chose the dress for her, her, or all three. Throughout the night, his personal mission developed from wanting to figure her out to simply... Wanting her. Nanami, usually so self-assured, felt like he was back in Middle School.

At the end of the evening, they found themselves back at his penthouse apartment. He had invited her up to look at his collection of books, honestly. As she ran her fingers along the spines of the books, her heels clacking across the marble tile, Nanami cleared his throat in an attempt to diffuse the tension he had created in his head. “I want to make it clear I didn’t invite you up here to sleep with you.”

She cast a gaze back at him, looking over her shoulder with an amused and unbothered smile. “Of course, I’m here for the books,” she responded, pulling one of interest off the shelf and turning it over to skim the synopsis. She seemed unfazed, but he was mentally scolding himself once he realized the implication of what he’d just said.

“Not that you don’t look lovely,” Nanami sputtered, trying to remain as composed as possible as he stuck his hands in his pockets and watched her eyes dart from one side of the paper to the next.

“You don’t have to be so worried around me, you know,” she closed the book and strode over to him, placing a gentle touch on his upper arm. Her perfume doused his senses, and he couldn’t think straight. He wished he could blame the alcohol, but he knew himself too well to know that wasn’t true.

“I wish I could help it, but something about you makes me inexplicably nervous,” Nanami admitted.

“It’s ok to be nervous,” her fingertips trailed down his arm and gingerly took his hand in hers. “I’m nervous too, but I’m not afraid of it.” It was true, Nanami was afraid of not knowing things. He feared the way he felt around her, unsure of how to act, afraid of doing something wrong to scare her off, afraid of unintentionally causing irreparable wounds to her heart.

He gulped, the adrenaline of his nerves beginning to feel intoxicating as he considered for the first time in his life that it was ok to be nervous, to not know something. If she could be just as lovely as she always was while admittedly sitting in discomfort, he could learn to be too. The more time he spent with her, he became addicted to the way being around her made him feel because it was so different than anything else he’d ever experienced.

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They took it slow. Really slow. Date nights promptly at 8 PM every Friday after, and she’d be home in her bed by midnight. The next morning she’d always wake up with a text from Nanami telling her how much he enjoyed the evening, and he hoped she’d have a good day. Within two months, they’d worked their way up to holding hands with one another, and Nanami would even occasionally wrap his arm around her while they were walking.

One night, they did something out of the ordinary when she insisted that they should get ice cream. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten ice cream, but the glint of her mischievous eyes paired with her enticing smile made it difficult for him to say no. He relished the way she made it difficult for him make decisions, turning him into someone who lived in the moment when he was with her. And boy, was he glad he was learning to be more spontaneous.

As they sat on a park bench enjoying their ice cream (Nanami got vanilla...), his jacket placed on her shoulders, he admired the way the lamplight lit the curve of her profile. Watching her eat her ice cream, his eyes fixated on her delicate mouth until his ice cream began to melt down the cone into his hand. He hastily wiped off his hand with a napkin and finished his ice cream. When they were both done, she tentatively rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at him through her lashes.

He had calculated just how he wanted to kiss her, but he hadn’t imagined when or where it would happen, and just how good it would feel. Sugar and epinephrine coursing through his veins, he couldn’t wait a moment longer. His hand gently cupped her face, lifting it towards him, and he pressed a soft kiss on her magnificent lips. The kiss lasted a few seconds, and they both knew it wasn’t enough, but still pulled away shyly in consideration of one another.

“Was that good for you?” He asked, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, the taste of her orange sherbet ice cream lingering on his lips.

“Kento, of course!” She responded with a wide smile, practically glowing. She didn’t mind taking it slow, she could wait patiently for him. No matter how much longing she felt for him, he was so dear that all the time she spent with him always felt worth it.

She’d noticed how his affection for her was so evident in spite of his sparing expressions of physical touch. Each week he would set out a new book on the coffee table by his couch for her to pick up as she returned last week’s book which she’d already finished. Usually, the book of the week would be accompanied by a gift he bought when he was out and saw something he thought would make her happy, and they always did simply because he was thinking of her. He’d stopped at the farmer’s market to pick up more of the local honey she used in her tea when he noticed she was about to run out. And sometimes he would call her after a long day at work just to hear her voice and make sure she was safe, hanging up the phone after their brief two minute conversation. She even appreciated the way he would scold her when she tripped over seemingly nothing, but would still catch her and triple check she wasn’t hurt. They didn’t touch much, but he cared for her so intimately.

“Are you ok?” He asked, seeking more reassurance, “Was it too soon?”

She had to hold back her laughter, his timidness was usually not so comedic. “It was perfect, Ken,” she rested her forehead against his. “You’re welcome to kiss me anytime you want.” He decided he would try to take her up on that offer more often, starting then and there as he leaned in for another kiss.

— — —

It had been a rough day. Lying in one of Ieiri’s cots, Nanami jolted awake with a groan. All his wounds had been tended to, but his energy was going to be askew for the next few days, alongside having sore muscles from overexerting himself.

“Woah, take it easy there buddy!” Gojo said loudly, leaping up from his seat.

As Nanami’s eyes began to focus, he noticed Ijichi sitting next to Gojo and sat up frantically. “What time is it?” He pulled the covers off himself and flung his legs over the side of the bed, gripping onto the cool metal frame until his knuckles turned white as he tried to balance himself.

“7:32 PM, sir,” Ijichi responded. “You’ve been asleep for quite some time.”

“This is why I don’t like working overtime,” Nanami said through gritted teeth as he let go of the bedframe and inched his way towards the door unsteadily.

“Hey there, what’s the rush for? It’s a Friday night! You’ve got the whole weekend ahead of you,” Gojo roughly grabbed Nanami by the shoulders and guided him back to bed.

“Where’s my phone?” Nanami asked. Ijichi rushed to his side and delivered it straight to Nanami’s hand. Dazed, he navigated through his contacts and called her.

“Kento?” She answered on the third ring and Nanami could already hear the concern in her voice. He hated making her worry. He hadn’t been completely forthcoming about what his job implied, but all he knew was that as he lay in the cot, feeling like shit, he just wanted her by his side. He didn’t want to go home, he didn’t want to punch Gojo to get him to shut up, he didn’t want food or water, pain medication, rest, anything at all—he only wanted her.

“I’m sending Ijichi to pick you up and bring you to me, I’ll see you soon,” he said briskly, trying to ease her mind through his matter-of-fact tone.

“Ken, what’s going on? Are you ok?”

“I promise I’m fine. It’ll all be better once you’re here,” he said and hung up. Ijichi disappeared before Gojo even had the chance to interrogate him about what exactly he knew about Nanami’s beloved.

She showed up soon, bustling through the door behind Ijichi, distraught, eyes searching for Nanami. “Oh, Kento!” She exclaimed, her heels tapping on the ground as she ran over to the side of his bed with surprising agility. She softly cradled his face between her hands, looking at him with wide eyes.

He couldn’t meet her gaze because he was ashamed he’d let his selfishness get the best of him and make her worry about him. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, looking at the wall uncomfortably. The warmth of her hands retreated from his face, and he feared that she would leave him there just like that, pathetic and self-serving; it’s what he thought he deserved.

Instead, she slipped a hand under his back, supporting his shoulder and assisting him in sitting back up. “Let’s get you home,” she cooed sweetly, motioning for Ijichi to help her. For once, Gojo was speechless. The unbreakable Nanami Kento, granting someone the grace to assist him, no longer wanting to deal with the bitterness of life alone.

Back at his penthouse, she threw a towel and fresh set of clothes in the dryer to get them warm and cozy while she drew a bath overflowing with bubbles for him. He wanted to reprimand her because he didn’t need her help, but he held his tongue when he recognized the peace he felt in her care. He felt like a child, immersed in the iridescent spheres as she sat on the edge of the tub helping him wash all the spots he couldn’t reach because of his aching muscles. His toned, smooth, defined, aching muscles. She looked respectfully, of course, caring more about making sure he was ok than what he looked like, but who could blame her for the way her eyes drifted to his prominent biceps, his defined pecs, the slope of his chest leading down to his abs...

The jingle of the dryer interrupted her wandering thoughts. “Oh!” She rushed to grab the towel and clothes. She left them folded next to the bath and scurried out of the bathroom quickly for Nanami to get dry and dressed, trying to hide the blush that arose on her cheeks as the image of Nanami’s bare chest remained at the forefront of her mind.

He looked absolutely exhausted as he exited the bathroom and found her curled up on the couch, already reading the book of the week he’d left on the coffee table for her that morning. She closed the book and set it down, meeting him halfway across the room and wrapping her arms around him fondly. With her head buried in his chest, she mumbled, “I’m glad you called me, Ken.”

He held her tenderly before meekly responding, barely audible, “Me too.” In this moment, he realized that maybe he didn’t need to be a lone wolf. He couldn’t believe that for so long he’d deprived himself of the joy he felt resting his cheek against her soft hair. Maybe if that day he’d had any more energy things would have been different; he would have vehemently protested her taking care of him. But, since that wasn’t the case, he ended up submitting to the fact that it felt nice to be taken care of. It felt nice to be cared for. He’d helped hundreds upon hundreds of people, but no sense of accomplishment that came with a successful mission could rival the ecstasy he felt holding her and feeling her electrifying compassion flow from her body into his.

She didn’t make it home and into her bed by midnight that night. Instead, by 10:30 she was cuddled up with Nanami in his bed, wearing a silken pajama shirt of his. When she’d guided him to his bed, tucking him in and promising him she was more than capable of letting herself out and getting home safe, he was quick to show his disapproval. “I want you to stay here with me. The sheets in the guest room are fresh, but I think I’d prefer you safe in my bed.” His body may have been weak, but his will was stronger than it had ever been before. He needed her near him.

She blushed and giggled as she agreed, “If you insist,” but noted Nanami’s shift in energy as he slowly let her chip away at his unyielding shell, piece by microscopic piece. He tried to stay awake longer than her to make sure she slept well, but he drifted off to a deep slumber with her head resting on his chest in a tranquil embrace.

— — —

Nanami quickly became captivated with spoiling his pretty little girlfriend. He was, after all, an ex-salaryman who had spent many years of his life avoiding indulgences. He had a nearly obscene amount of money practically just laying around.

When after eight months of dating he invited her to move in with him in his penthouse, he bought all new furniture and hired an interior designer to make her feel more at home. He installed new bookshelves and bought her books upon books upon books. He invested in the highest grade security system for the penthouse to keep her safe. He gifted her more varieties of tea than she could possibly dream of, and an assortment of electric kettles and teacups. He lavished her in jewelry, clothing, shoes, and a walk-in closet to accommodate accordingly. And anything else she could possibly think about setting her eyes on? Nanami was already reaching for his wallet. He swore that she got more beautiful, more enchanting, with every swipe of his credit card, and he was preparing to invest in one of the most meaningful mementos money could buy.

He rarely took off work, so Gojo and the students were more than suspicious when he began taking a day off here and there. As he left the jeweler, his phone rang and her picture illuminated his screen. She usually didn’t call him during the day, so his heart rate immediately spiked as he imagined all the different ways she could have accidentally gotten herself in trouble and would need him. As he answered, he was already mentally listing the safety precautions she needed to be reminded of.

“Where are you? I’m on my way now,” he answered, picking up the pace toward his car.

“Kento... What? I’m ok, I’m at work. I’m calling because I’m worried about you!”

“I promise I’ll be home later tonight like I always am,” he brushed off her concern. She was usually so level-headed and trusting of him, so he wondered what could have inspired her to act so out of the ordinary.

“Of course you’ll be home later tonight,” she affirmed, still confused, “But what are you up to right now?”

Nanami gritted his teeth as he thought for a moment. He considered himself a faulted human, but he was certainly not a liar. “I’m taking care of some important tasks...”

She was used to some of his mysterious tendencies, considering his field of work, but she couldn’t help but feel that this situation was different than their typical interactions. “Did something happen? Gojo just called and told me he was going to stop by and drop off some soup a tray bake for you later.”

Nanami cursed under his breath. What a bastard. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll be having some words with Gojo. I love you, darling, enjoy the rest of your day.”

“I love you too, Ken,” she attempted to mask how disoriented she felt with a cheery tone as Nanami hung up the phone. He hated keeping secrets from her, as a matter of fact he usually had nothing to hide at all, but he wanted everything to be perfect just for her. In the next few weeks, he made sure to chastise Gojo a little extra and to pay special attention to her when he was home to minimize any suspicion.

Finally, it was time for the romantic getaway. Nanami threatened to end Gojo if he so much as thought of calling or disturbing them while they were out of town. This weekend was going to be about her. Friday evening they took the train out to Kyoto. Nanami had already checked in to the hotel the day before and made sure to lay out the room exactly as he wanted it, rose pedals scattered across the couch and bed, the scent of candles still lingering from yesterday, tea lights strategically laid out across the room, and a few new outfits and lingerie waiting for her to find in the closet.

“Ken, this is beautiful,” she gasped with excitement, diving into his arms and kissing him enthusiastically. He chuckled at her eagerness as he clutched her tightly. They kissed in the doorway until their lips were swollen and glossy with saliva, pulling away and looking dreamily into each other’s eyes.

“I would love to continue this later, but for now we have very important dinner plans,” he said, pulling her into the bedroom suite and sliding open the closet for her, revealing his gifts. She smiled at him with glee, wrapping her arms around him once more before examining the options.

“What do you think about me wearing this for dinner tonight?” She teased, holding up one of the lingerie sets in front of her body.

“That’s for dessert,” he responded simply, trying not to get ahead of himself. He had a whole weekend with her, and hopefully by the end of the weekend, he would have the rest of his life with her, too. He left her to get ready and change as he sat on the couch reading the newspaper. Once it was nearing time to go, Nanami changed into his outfit: a baby blue turtleneck with matching a tan grid-print jacket and slacks set. When they met up in the living room, they stood in silence for a moment, admiring one another.

“You always clean up so nicely,” she strutted over to him and placed a hand on the side of his face, leaning in for a quick peck on the lips.

“And you are always so ravishing,” he responded, placing his hand on the small of her back and pulling her into his chest. He led her down to where the driver was waiting for them and they were on their way.

“Kento, this is an omakase restaurant,” she said in disbelief as she peered into the restaurant, noticing there was no one dining inside. He had really rented out the entire restaurant just for the two of them!

“Yes, sweetheart,” he grabbed her hand gently and they walked in the door together. The chef greeted the two of them energetically, and they sat down across from one another at a candle-lit table with a beautiful floral arrangement in the middle. It was easily one of the most enjoyable meals either of them had in their life, not just because of the personalized nature of the meal, but because they cherished each other’s company so deeply.

Next, Saturday was all about relaxing—he would need it before the festivities of the evening. They woke up in each other’s arms and intermittently dozed off throughout the morning, sneaking lazy kisses in between cozy cuddles. He loved to admire her peaceful face and how content she seemed in his presence. It was immensely difficult to spend time away from her when he was at work, but seeing her doting eyes looking up at him with adoration, he was reminded that he wanted to help create a world worthy of her sweet smile.

They spent the day at a spa together, starting with a soothing soak in the jet bath. Following the jet bath, they received hair masks which stayed in their hair as they got their couple’s massage. They didn’t talk much as the tenseness and stiffness was rubbed out of them, but they were so enamored with one another that it was enough to simply be in the same room as one another. Anything was more enjoyable so long as they did it together. After rinsing out the hair mask, they both received facials (Nanami loves to take care of his skin, too. That’s why he’s so gorgeous) and emerged with supple, glowing skin. Lastly, Nanami treated her to a manicure and pedicure to match her dress for the evening.

They returned to the hotel and got ready for the date of the evening. It was a little silly, but this evening Nanami had coordinated so they were both wearing red. He wore a matching crimson jacket and slacks over a simple white button up. He had gotten her a crimson midi-length dress with minimal, floral appliqué accents along the neckline leading down the front of the bodice. As they both touched up in the mirror, it was evident that they were probably one of the hottest couples to ever grace the earth.

This evening, they enjoyed dinner at a French enclosed rooftop restaurant. She thought it was adorable how he almost studied and savored the bread more than the main course or dessert. The dinner and glimmering view of the city were beyond delightful, and Nanami excused himself to the restroom as they prepared to leave for their next stop. Hands resting on the bathroom counter, he looked himself in the eyes and took a few deep breaths. He checked his pockets for everything he might need and re-read the notes he had made for himself. The moment was approaching quickly, and he was almost dizzy with anticipation.

Nanami was a pro at playing it cool. Even though he thought his heart was going to burst either from nervousness or exhilaration, she had no idea what was in store for her as they strolled through the gardens. She was caught up in admiring how the gardens were lit charmingly with warm lamps, telling him which plants she liked most as she smiled brightly, fingers intertwined with his. Neither of them could stop themselves from glancing over to the other, sighing at the sight of their lover so gorgeous and happy. Their laughs echoed through the gardens and it seemed like the plants leaned toward them, aching to taste just a sliver of the affection that radiated from the couple.

They rounded the corner and a path lined with splendidly spreading sakura came into their view. She became speechless, overcome with delight to be able to share such a lush view with the man she loved. He couldn’t help but watch as her expression changed into one of awe, her eyes drifting across the array of pink blossoms in wonder.

He cleared his throat, “I’m really glad we get to take this weekend trip together,” he began.

She nodded enthusiastically, “Me too, Kento. This is really special.” She leaned her head against his shoulder as they continued to slowly make their way down the path.

“In all honesty, though, I think I would enjoy going just about anywhere with you, dear. You make the world feel so much more tolerable, so much kinder, so much brighter. You showed me there is more to savor in life than I ever thought possible, and that I am deserving of a life worth savoring. You’ve given me so much more than I could ever think of asking for.” At this moment, he stopped walking in the middle of the path to turn and take both her hands in his. “I love you. I want to spend every day for the rest of my life showing you how much I appreciate you. I would love nothing more than to devote the rest of my life to making sure you are loved and taken care of.” It was at this point he got down on one knee, procuring an elegant red box out of his pocket. She gasped as he opened it and she laid eyes on the most stunning ring she’d ever seen. “Will you marry me?”

Nimbly, she placed her hands on his cheeks, pulling him up to press her lips against his. “Yes,” she whispered against his lips, leaning in to kiss him again and again and again as she repeated, “Yes,” over and over and over. He finally pulled back with a chuckle to place the ring on her left ring finger, sweetly kissing the back of her hand, dazed by sheer bliss.

Nanami Kento used to think that happiness was self-discipline, self-reliance, selflessness, and dying without regret. He had no doubt these qualities were things to be proud of, but he was now certain that there was no greater happiness than getting to share his life with her.

#i dont know how to write something short #i am so sorry #nanami kento #nanami #jjk fanfiction #toge stans i promise im still writing things for him i have not forgotten about our sweet onigiri boy i never could #nanami totally fucks though #there's just something about quiet boys!!!

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