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This post has gotten big fast. Thank you to everyone who's been supportive so far!
I want to talk a little bit about why I said piracy isn't the solution to the problem I've put forth here.
Basically, like libraries, this post isn't just about the books. Yes, the information in the books that have been, are being, and will be targeted by the Trump administration and his cronies in state and local governments is vital and needs to be available to everyone. However, what I proposed in the original post (borrowing the books, not pirating them) was for two purposes: protecting access to the books for everyone, and defending the institution of the library in the USA.
In his book On Tyranny, historian Timothy Snyder lists 20 ways to resist authoritarian regimes in everyday life. His second directive (after "#1: Do not obey in advance") is "Defend institutions":
It is institutions that help us to preserve decency. They need our help as well. Do not speak of "our institutions" unless you make them yours by acting on their behalf. They fall one after the other unless each is defended from the beginning. So choose an institution you care about - a court, a newspaper, a law, a labor union - and take its side.
Many of America's institutions are broken. Either they were from the beginning (police, the military industrial complex) or they have become so through intentional neglect or sabotage, almost entirely by the political right (social safety nets, public education, healthcare, infrastructure).
That said, if you're in America and you're reading this, you almost certainly depend on dozens of institutions just to get through the day. Do you drive on roads or use public transportation? Do you eat commercially-produced and inspected food? Do you attend or send your children to public school or publicly-funded universities? I could ask a hundred more of these insipid hypothetical questions, but you get the idea. If you live in the US, especially if you're looking at this post on the internet, you are not outside the purview of US institutions.
Lots of people will need to "take the side" of lots of institutions to keep them from getting worse - or much worse - in Trump's second term. However, I work in libraries because they are the rare US institution that I can get behind with my full support.
The public library building is the last free place. Anyone, regardless of income, citizenship, or social status, can walk into a public library and spend hours in heat or air conditioning without being expected to pay a dime. They can read books, magazines, and newspapers, in many cases in multiple languages. In my experience, many US public libraries will let you use internet on their computers and/or with WiFi without needing to have a card. Some libraries, including the system where I work, leave the free, open Wi-Fi on all night so that people who need it can use it in the parking lot after hours. Many libraries don't require a card to attend in-person educational or entertainment programs for adults, teens, or kids.
If you have proof of your identity and your residency in a library's service area, you can take books home! For free! You can probably also take DVDs and Blu-Rays home! For free! You might also be able to take home digital media, music CDs, video games, laptop computers, tablets, wireless hotspots, sewing machines, telescopes, sports equipment, neckties, or other items! For free! They have been paid for by public funds, which might include your taxes (if you have an income that requires you to pay a tax bill to the government) or not (if you don't). Either way, those items are yours to borrow and use as long as you promise to bring them back for other people to enjoy.
And as long as local, state, and federal governments don't decide they don't want you to have those things anymore.
The US public library system isn't perfect. In the past, American public libraries have actively participated in segregation, and I wish the field acknowledged this lasting harm more. I wish more systems could go fine-free. I wish the field paid better (no one should have to have a Master's degree to make a living wage). I think there are too many restrictions on who can get a library card in a particular system. Some library systems' policies are actively hostile to people experiencing homelessness, addiction, or poverty. That said, these things are improving and they are solvable - unless we can't prove that people are using our services enough to justify our expenses to political entities.
It is so, so easy to take public libraries' side in the US. Literally just use us.
It's not just about the books.
I'm already seeing advice from people in the US to purchase queer books and other banned or "controversial" books on paper as a way to combat the wave of government censorship that is coming. While this is a good idea (it is! absolutely!), it's not accessible to everyone, and truly, we're not going to be able to consumerism our way out of this one.
If you can buy the books, do. Whether you can buy the books or not, borrow them from your library.
Borrow the paper versions. Borrow the ebook or audiobook versions. Request the titles you want that your library doesn't have. The more a title circulates or is requested, the better librarians are going to be able to defend keeping it if and when it's ever challenged.
Use libraries like @queerliblib too. The more members they have, the better they'll be able to fundraise.
Your community resources depend on you using them. Borrow the books before they go away.
InB4: Piracy is not the solution here. We're trying to keep community resources available, not make sure individual people can read individual books. Different problems.
The books are still available. Borrowing them from your library and returning them on time and in good condition will help keep them that way.
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Hello! I enjoy your fics featuring the LaDs men, especially Rafayel. Would you consider writing another with feral Rafayel? Everything is with the full consent of both parties, Rafayel is just urgently needy and difficult to satisfy. It could be another Ebb and Flow Day, where he desperately wants to feel and taste the MC. No matter your decision, thank you for opening asks and reading this. Please continue to write what you enjoy.
Hi!! Sorry I haven't been able to get back to you more quickly! I've had this idea in the works now and thought this might be a good fit for a feral Rafayel. Hope it satisfies~ If it doesn't, I have a few more fics planned for him đ¤
Missing You Pt. 2: Rafayel Comes Home
Pairing: Rafayel x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, pwp, creampie, p in v sex, established relationship Word Count: 1783 Read Part One here. Rafayel's been away for three weeks on a tour, and he's finally come home. But he's missed you terribly. ao3 link here.
Your bedroom feels lonely.
Too lonely.Â
Especially with Rafayel still gone on his tour.Â
You sigh, rubbing lotion on your arms, the last step of your bedtime routine. You eye the dildo molded into the shape of Rafayelâs dick sitting on your nightstand. The one he gifted you almost two weeks ago. You debate whether you want it to lull you to sleep like it did last night, an almost nightly occurrence. You feel your cheeks color because of how dependent youâve been on Little Rafayel since it arrived, but you miss your boyfriend terribly, and well⌠having this replica almost makes it feel like heâs with you⌠almost.
A pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, and you jump, your heart pounding in your chest. Itâs late at night, and youâre home alone. A burglar? A murderer? A rapist? Your brain assumes the worstâŚÂ
Your Hunter training kicks in, and you sink your elbow into the intruderâs stomach feeling pleased when they groan in pain, but then freeze because you recognize the sound of the intruderâs voice and the scent of their cologne.
His cologne.
âRafayel?!â
âGeez, now I remember why I made you my bodyguard,â Rafayel wheezes.
âIâm so sorry. I didnât hear you come in,â you apologize, feeling terrible for how hard you hit him, but⌠âWhat were you thinking, sneaking up on me?â
âHi, cutie,â he mumbles into your hair, simply holding you tighter against him. âWanted to surprise you.â
You shake your head and sigh. After being apart for almost three weeks, you canât stay mad at him. Youâre just glad heâs returned. âWhenâd you get back?â
âJust now. Came straight here.â
You melt into his embrace. Youâve missed this so much. His warmth. His hugs. âWelcome back,â you murmur.
Rafayel nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. âGod, I missed you.â He breathes you in deeply, almost as if heâs attempting to commit the smell of you to his memory.
He exhales just as deeply as he breathed in, and the long, puff of air hitting your neck tickles, feeling unnaturally hot on your skin. But when Rafayel presses his soft lips in a trail of feather-light kisses down your neck, it burns even hotter in their wake.
âI missed you so⌠so much,â he hoarsely whispers.
His greedy hands roam your body with a needy urgency, mapping every ridge and crevice. They grab at your clothes, your flesh⌠your breasts. He kneads them under his palm, squeezing and massaging them together, sultry, breathy moans fluttering from his parted lips.
âWait, Raf, I want to look at you. I havenât seen you in three weeks,â you protest, pulling at his arms so you can turn around and face him, but Rafayel locks his arms, pulling you in so tight youâre suffocatingly snug against him.Â
âLet me just⌠just taste you for a bitâŚ.âÂ
The sounds Rafayelâs making are downright erotic. Even without the sensation of his mouth on your neck and his hands on your breasts and your stomach, the noises coming out of his mouth alone are flooding your body with an unbearable, feverish heat.
âI missed your body so much.â Rafayel pants heavily, expelling low, throbbing groans that tingle down your spine into your own throbbing desire. âI missed this. I missed you.â
Your breath hitches when he pinches your nipple and aggressively thrusts his hand between your legs, rubbing his open palm back and forth against your clothed sex. Both his arms are entwined around your chest and between the apex of your legs effectively trapping you against his heaving chest.
âRaf, I missed you too, butââ
He interrupts you by grazing his teeth along the contour of your shoulder. The friction of his hands and his teeth on your body are overwhelming, and you canât help, but tremble, your knees growing weak from the buzz of electricity coursing through your veins.
He slips the hand thatâs been rubbing you under your nightshirt and into the waistband of your underwear, brushing his pointer past your clit and sliding in between your folds. He shivers when they feel how wet you are for him.
âBaby, youâre driving me crazy,â he croaks. âBeen dreaming about this for weeks.â
Rafayel grinds the firm erection in his pants against your lower back, placing a sloppy kiss on your neck. He circles his slick finger around your clit, teasing the bundle of nerves in a series of short strokes of varying pressure. Light, firm, long, hard. All while his rock hard length drags up and down the small of your back.
You breathlessly whimper, each stroke of his sinful finger shooting a dazzling spark deep through your center.
âRafâŚâ you rasp, reeling when a particularly firm pass causes your vision to flash white.Â
âGotta⌠gotta feel you⌠gottaâŚâ Rafayel babbles, and itâs obvious how much pain heâs in from the strain in his nonsensical rambling. âWanna be⌠inside⌠be inside⌠fuck⌠gottaâŚâ
He lets out an agitated, strangled cry, and before your dazed mind can process what heâs doing, heâs pushed you up against the wall, caging you in, hiking your nightshirt up around your waist, tugging your underwear down mid-thigh, fumbling to pull his own bottoms down with a single hand. Just enough to grant him access.
You brace yourself on the wall with your palms.
Rafayel plunges in, letting out the most delicious guttural groan as he stretches you open with the entirety of his length.Â
âFuck, Raf,â you keen, unable to bite back the throaty moans tumbling from your mouth.
âStill think Little Rafayel is bigger than me?â he snickers.
You feel yourself clench around his shaft stuffing you past the point of being full, and you realize you were wrong. So very wrong. Rafayel didnât embellish Little Rafayel at all. If anything, Little Rafayel is an underestimation of him.
âI wasâ was wrong,â you whimper. âYouâre so muchâ so much bigger.â
You canât see Rafayelâs face, but you just know heâs smirking in an infuriating âI-Told-You-Soâ manner. âNeed to punish you for thinking⌠thinking so little of me.â
He snaps his hips against you hard, and you cry out as his bulbous head slams into your cervix, pain and pleasure spreading through your flushed, quivering body. You feel Rafayel shudder, and he stumbles a step forward so youâre flush against the wall and heâs flush against you, driving deeper into you.
You arch your back, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder, and Rafayel nestles his cheek in your hair. He moves his hips in shallow undulations, so shallow his tip drags on your cervix with no reprieve.Â
âThree weeks,â he husks achingly in your ear. âThree weeks without feeling your sweet, little cunt.â His shaky breaths wisp against your earlobe. âDid your sweet, little cunt miss me?â
Your heart thrums from the longing pulsing in his voice, the same longing you yourself have felt over the agonizing weeks he was gone. âI slept with Little Rafayel every nightââ Rafayel makes an adorable, indignant noise, so adorable your heart beats faster and you smile, ââbut itâs just not the same. It canât replace you. It canât replace falling asleep in your arms.â
âGod, I love you,â Rafayel slurs.
Your words mustâve unlocked something primal within him because he rocks his hips, thrusting with passionate need as if heâll die if he canât have you right this very second. Thereâs an agonizing frenzy to his lunging, a frenetic desperation to feel you, taste you, take you.
You push your hips back to meet him, and together, you roll your hips against one another, the yearning you both felt conveyed without words in the way your bodies seek out the other. Just as he desires to have all of you, you desire to have all of him, and your bodies meld together into one.
His ragged gasps feed the delirium swelling in your lower body, ebbing and flowing in waves. Crashing over you. Muddling all your senses.Â
âRafâŚâ you plead.
Rafayel understands what youâre asking immediately, and he drives into you with a new sense of urgency. âBaby, come⌠come for me,â he croons. âMissed your⌠your sweet voice⌠Wantcha to⌠to sing for me.âÂ
His voice cracks on the last word he utters, severing the last shred of your composure. A final, roiling wave overtakes you, pulling you under, and youâre tumbling, caught in the throes of its turbulence. Spinning. Drowning. Unable to tell up from down.
You canât breathe.Â
You can only helplessly call out his name.
Your body reacts beyond your control, and as you pulsate erratically around the entirety of Rafayelâs length, he breaks, spilling into you with uncontrolled ferocity. Painting you with weeks of pent-up frustration. Weeks of being away from you.
Your knees buckle, but Rafayel wraps you into his embrace, saving you from crumpling to the floor.
âRaf, I want to see you,â you whine, and Rafayel chuckles, relaxing his hold just enough for you to turn around.
But before you can even look at him, his lips are claiming yours in a deep, tender kiss threatening to turn your legs into jelly once more, and youâre melting in his arms again, your heart feeling as though it might burst.Â
He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, grazing the tip of your nose with his.
You can finally gaze into his eyes, and youâre blown away by how he just looks at you, his deep violet eyes dark with desire, love, and lust. For you.
 âIâm never leaving you for this long again,â he murmurs. âAlmost killed me.â
He kisses you again, tracing your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, gently prodding at the crevice between your lips begging for entrance. You accede, parting your lips for him to slip in. In one swift movement without breaking the kiss, he picks you up, cradling you against his chest, and the next thing you know, youâre falling on your bed, Rafayel hovering over you.
âThree weeks, baby. Three weeks.â He slides his hand up your leg, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone. âGotta make up for⌠three weeks.â
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, gently scratching the back of his head and running his hair through your fingers. âIâm off tomorrow,â you whisper.
Rafayel utters a heady groan, and heâs sweeping you up in another dizzying kiss stealing your breath away. âNever againâŚâ he says in between kisses. âToo longâŚâ
You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him flush against you.
You know itâs going to be a long night, but you donât mind. Not even a little. Not at all.
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Fictober Day 25: Love Language
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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Prompt: Love Language (đź)
Summary: Matt's love language is touch.
Warnings: Fluff, love language, not proofread.
Word Count: 687
A/n: I do believe Matt Murdock shows his love through touch a lot, but also through all his other senses. I'm just focusing on one in this fic.
Read Me On AO3! (coming soon)
Mattâs love language is touch.
Itâs not because he doesnât know how to tell you he loves youâhe does. He tells you before youâre even awake, before he leaves for work, during work, and before bed. He utters those three times almost more than you do because he is scared if he doesnât you might slip away, but that is also why he touches you so gently every time heâs close to you.Â
Every morning, he traces the features of your face from your temples to your chin until you wake up. He kisses your temple when youâre busy making coffee, brushes his hand over your lower back when youâre brushing your teeth, or getting dressed for the day and he just happens to have to brush past you.Â
He kisses you goodbye three times, one kiss for every word in âI love youâ. And when he comes home, he kisses you once, but he doesnât stop for a whole minute because he just needs to taste you after having been apart from you for so long.Â
You can feel his love through his fleeting touches, the way he holds you close to his chest when you canât sleep, and how he lays his head on your chest when heâs had a rough day because you are his only reprieve from the bustling of the city. You are his saving grace. When he touches you, even just for a second, he forgets the world.
So, when he tells you, âI love you,â on his way out the door and you answer with, âI know,â you mean it in the most literal sense of the word.
You know he loves you because he never fails to show you.Â
You know he loves you because he will never let you forget it.Â
He might never be able to give you peace, but peace, in your opinion, is overrated. He keeps your brittle heart warm. He keeps you safe. He would die for you, that much you know.
He has proven time and time again how much you mean to him, and yet he never feels itâs quite enough. He never feels like he is enough for you. Not good enough. Not pure enough. Not easy enough or safe enough.Â
âAs long as Iâm part of your life,â heâd said once, âyouâre always gonna be in danger, and one day, I might not be able to stop you from getting hurt.â
âIt wouldnât be your fault,â youâd told him.
âNo, it would. You deserve better. So much better.â
But you only took his hand in yours, intertwined your fingers, and said, âI deserve you.â
If he lost you, Matt wouldnât know what to do with himself. Having one more person he loves die in his arms would kill him. He would fall to his knees then and beg God to take him, too. He would beg the earth to open up and take him to hell because he is sure he has sinned enough to make it straight to the fiery pits of hell.Â
His sins can not be forgiven, no matter how much he prays. You know he thinks like that more often than he cares to admit, and even when you try to tell him how good he is, he refuses to listen.
Loving you is his penance.Â
Telling you how much he loves you is not enough, so he has to show it some other way. He has to work to earn it, he thinks, so he does. He will love you until his heart is bleeding on the floorâuntil he has sacrificed his very soul to you. Only then will he be worthy of redemption.
Heâs utterly broken, but you wouldnât stick around if you didnât think heâs worth it. You can help him. You can take his hand and tell him time and time again that he is enough, and you will do so until he finally believes you.
Whether it takes two years or two lifetimes, you donât care. You will never tire of trying because, to you, Matt Murdock is more than enough.
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What Does it Mean for Us
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Jason and Ellie were at Dannyâs side in moments but Danny only smiled at them. âGood, I wanted you both here, as witnesses,â He said, turning his back on and stepping away from Clockwork, ignoring his grumbling. âWill you stand by me?âÂ
âAlways,â Jason agreed immediately.
âGood, because I couldnât do this without you,â He said, smiling softly and took his hand, drawing him closer. He wished he could kiss Jason but he was still wearing his helmet, later then. Danny turned back towards Clockwork, finding him not frowning anymore but watching them both with an odd and unreadable expression on his face. âWhat?â Danny snapped at him, and Clockwork smiled slightly and shrugged.
âWeâll have to have a conversation about his role in your council later,â Clockwork told him.
Danny rolled his eyes to disguise the pit that opened up in his gut. He and Jason hadnât discussed that at all, at the time when Danny had told Jason about him being crown prince. It had seemed such a long way off then. He knew what role he wanted Jason to take, but it might be a fight with the council. âRight, letâs get this over with then. I want to go home.âÂ
Danny heard Dan give an amused snort behind him and relaxed even more, and not just because he liked to know where his erstwhile brother was at all times when he was on-world. Having Dan behind him was reassuring, he was the one person left who could potentially really threaten Danny, and if he was behind this, maybe Danny would finally be able to feel properly safe. Clockwork gave Dan a look Danny could have sworn was nervous, but it was gone again quickly.
A few of the ghosts present grumbled he should be taking this more seriously, but Clockwork nodded and, though Frostbite frowned, he didnât say anything so Danny thought he was fine. Danny stepped forward, and after a moment of hesitation and a subtle guiding gesture from Clockwork he knelt as heâd seen people in movies do when they were being knighted. Clockwork raised his hands and the crown of fire materialized between them, summoned by ceremony.
 âThe council has come to recognize the strength of Danny Phantom and his honourable defeat of the previous King Pariah Dark. The Infinite Realms shall recognize his well earned authority and accept his leadership until such time as he is defeated in honourable combat. May he be a good and just king, guiding out of this dark age,â Clockwork said. He announced his words clearly, projecting to be heard by the camera, and the heroes who had gathered around in respect of Dannyâs wish that the mortal world also witness his coronation.Â
Clockwork lowered the crown onto Dannyâs head. Or tried too, half way down the crown seemed to become too eager and leapt out of Clockworkâs hands to take itâs new place hovering Dannyâs head. A wash of cold spread from the crown atop his head, through his body to the souls of his feet as it settled into its new place. For just a moment the green fire nearly blinded him before it settled into a much more comfortable soft blue glow.Â
âIce!â Frostbite crowed, âPay up,â He said pointing at Clockwork with a wide grin.Â
âLater,â Clockwork muttered petulantly and Danny couldnât help but laugh, he doubted Clockwork lost bets very often. âRise, High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms.â Clockwork announced, raising his voice again and moving on quickly from the interruption.Â
Danny stood up and shook his head subtly, becoming accustomed to the new feeling of the crown. It was⌠heavier than he expected. With the way that it floated he expected it to feel like nothing, maybe actually make him a bit lighter like a helium balloon, but no, he could feel the weight of it. On his head and on his shoulders, and weirdly, on his heart? Though that was probably the realization of new responsibility.
âGood, now can I go home?â Danny said, exhaustion and apathy making him sound almost bored.Â
âYou should come back to the Realms and take up your throne immediately!â The Observants chorused. âThere are thousands of years of task unfulfilled-â
âWell then they can go unfulfilled for a few more weeks! Go back to the Kings Keep, start putting things in order of whatever tasks are most urgent and begin preparations for any ceremonies that need to be done for the citizens of the Realms. I will come see what youâve done when I have the chance. But I am still at least half Mortal, and I need to sleep! So get out before I make you.âÂ
Apparently now that he was king his threats were going to be taken much more seriously because in a moment they were gone. He sighed and let his shoulders slump, turning back towards Jason who caught Danny and let him hide against his chest.Â
âThey should have bowed before they left,â Dan commented casually. âYouâll have to teach them some respect, you know they forgot what itâs like to have a king.â
âYou would know wouldnât you?â Danny grumbled, glancing up to see Danâs sharp grin and shrug.Â
âBetter you than me,â He said, completely unsympathetic.Â
Danny sighed and forced himself to stand up, still leaning against Jasonâs shoulder. âDo you know where youâre going?â He asked, if Dan wasnât going back to space just yet Danny would offer him a place to stay.Â
âI think Iâm gonna go see where Ellie has set herself up,â He said, ruffling her hair making her squawk and swat his hands away. âDonât worry about me.â
âAre you sure? You can stay with us,â Danny offered anyway.Â
âNah, I know you two want to be alone. Hood,â Dan said looking past Danny, he felt Jasonâs shoulder tense a little against him. âTake the kid home before he finds something else to be responsible for,â Dan said with amused condescension.Â
âOh fuck you,â Danny grumbled at the same time that Jason laughed with robust relief and wrapped an arm around Dannyâs waist.Â
âI will,â Jason agreed and started to tug Danny away. âCome on Babe, letâs go home.â
âCome visit us when you can, both of you,â Danny said, waxing to Dan and Ellie as Jason led him away from the group.
âDo you want a lift back to Gotham?â Batman asked, making both Jason and Danny jump. Which was sort of silly since they had known he was probably around here somewhere helping with the clean up. He had left for a bit to check on Superman and they hadnât seen him come back but they knew he probably had.Â
Jason started to bristle but Danny rested a hand lightly on his arm, and when he looked down Danny gave his best puppy dog eyes. He didnât really know where they were in regards to Gotham since theyâd come here directly from the UN meeting, and he hadnât been lying about being tired, they had been up for more then 24 hours after all. He could fly them home if he needed to, but if they were going to be offered a ride heâd much rather take it, even if it would be a little bit awkward.Â
âFine,â Jason ground out.Â
âThank you,â Danny added in a chirp.Â
Batman nodded to them and swept off without another word, leading the way back towards his jet. He paused briefly nearby Tim, who glanced at Kon and then subtly shook his head. He would not be coming back to Gotham with them yet. Batman nodded back with the subtlest inclination of his head and then carried on, you could have blinked and missed it.
Only the three of them ended up in the jet back to Gotham since Nightwing had already been evacuated when he was injured. Speaking of Nightwing.Â
âHow is Nightwing⌠and Superman?â Jason asked, he cared a lot more about Dick of course, but he knew Danny would feel bad if anything happened to Superman.
âTheyâre both stable. Nightwings injuries looked worse than they were and heâll be fine after a couple of weeks, as long as he rests,â Batman said, the quirk of his lips letting Jason know he knew just how unlikely that was. Jason snorted.Â
âIâll make him if I have to,â Danny said determinedly.Â
Batman hummed in response and pressed a button on his wrist computer that lowered the boarding ramp of the bat-plane. They all boarded, and even though there were plenty of seats Danny immediately sat on Jasonâs lap without any shame. Finally he let the phantom form fall away and was once again fully living and fully Danny, warm and heavy against Jasonâs chest. He was reassuringly familiar like this and as they took off, Jason let the tension bleed out of him, feeling Danny relax as well. Without the tension, and adrenaline, fatigue was really starting to hit both of them.Â
âIt wonât take us long to get back to Gotham,â Batman told them, he must have noticed their heads nodding. The rest of the flight was quiet, but they stayed awake, and as soon as they landed in the cave Jason and Danny started to leave. âBefore you go, When youâre ready Superman would like to talk to you,â Batman said, looking directly at Danny who fidgeted under his gaze a little.Â
âIâll think about it,â He grumbled before quickly getting on the back of Jasonâs motorbike, who sped out of the cave before anything else could sidetrack them and keep them from their bed even a moment longer.
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They slept for a long time, and the next day when they finally woke up they didnât talk about anything that had happened, they just ordered a ton of takeout, watched movies, and napped more. By night Jason had energy to make dinner for them, which was amazing as usual, and then have sex before bed which was even more amazing. The next morning when they woke up again it seemed like they had finally settled back in their bodies and their home that they could properly debrief.Â
âSo youâre king now,â Jason said as they settled back in bed with freshly brewed cups of coffee, Danny leaning against Jasonâs shoulder.Â
âYep, Iâm king now,â Danny agreed heavily.Â
âNot to be self-centered, but what does that mean for me?â Jason asked with a dry humour in his tone.
âWell, thatâs sort of up to you I guess? You kind of canât not be involved if weâre going to get married, that will make you my consort if nothing else. But Iâd rather you be my knight, if youâre willing, and advisor of course. I just, I canât do this without you, you know? Besides if you wonât be my knight Iâll probably have to keep Fright Knight, and heâs loyal to the monarchy itself, not to me. Heâd probably serve me well, but I donât think I can get over how he fought for Pariah.â
âYa you absolutely canât trust him to protect you in that case,â Jason huffed.Â
âI donât really need protection though,â Danny pointed out gently.Â
âStill, you need someone you trust to look after you so you can let your guard down. Of course Iâll do it if you want me to, but Iâm not a ghost, are you sure I can do the job?â Jason asked, a little worriedly.Â
âWeâll make sure youâre properly equipped, Iâm sure youâll do a great job,â Danny promised and kissed Jason softly.Â
âGreat, so we know what it means for me now. What does it mean for you? What does the king of the Infinite Realms actually do?â Jason asked.
Danny shrugged helplessly. âI have no idea honestly, None of the younger ghosts I hang out with were around before the old king went mad. I have no idea what a king is supposed to do but honestly as long as Iâm not a mass murderer Iâll be better than the last one so the bar isnât exactly high. Iâm sure Clockwork and the others have more expectations of me than that, but they canât make me do anything.â
âSure, just donât let them guilt you into too much,â Jason drawled fondly. Despite everything he was very aware of what a soft heart Danny had even under the defenses heâd been forced to build up.Â
Danny laughed a little guiltily and hid his face against Jasonâs chest but he didnât deny it.Â
âIâm really proud of you by the way,â Jason added, stroking Dannyâs hair slowly. Danny gave a questioning hum so Jason explained; âYou stood up for yourself, you didnât back down even though I could tell that seeing those people hurt was hard on you. You did what needed to be done. I expect weâll be hearing from the JL soon about the first batch of GIW operatives being rounded up for you. You did really well, and you were more reasonable then those fuckers deserved.
âWhat are you going to do with the GIW agents by the way?â Jason added.Â
âThank you. It wasnât easy, you really think I did a good job?â He asked, peeking up at Jason.
âOf course I do. And anyone with a bit of sense will think so too! About my question though?â He asked gently.Â
âI guess I might kill them, or Iâll imprison them their entire lives. Either way they're real punishment will start once I get their souls into my kingdom,â He explained, a little bit of vicious glee creeping in.
âAs it should be,â Jason agreed.
âI love how you enable me,â Danny joked, and Jason laughed.
âOne last question,â Jason added, and Danny hummed to show he was listening. âThe wedding is still on?â
âOf course,â Danny laughed. âThough weâll probably have to have two, one in this world and one in the Lands.â
âSounds good to me, Iâm not going to say no to getting to marry you twice.â Jason joked and it was Dannyâs turn to laugh.Â
âYou sap,â Danny accused, pushing Jasonâs shoulder playfully.Â
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Danny was putting off going to the Infinite Realms, he could admit that, but he also didnât know how long it would take him to get back once he did go so he wanted to finish as much of his business here as he could. He had already visited Titan tower to check on Ellie, Kon, Tim, and Dan. They were doing alright, Kon and Tim were feeling better now that they were sure Dick and Clark were going to be okay, and with some distance from the fight. Dan was planning on going back to space soon now that all the drama was over, and Danny tried not to let on how much that relaxed him. He still didnât fully trust Dan to be on world though he didnât want to let on as much.
It was while he was visiting them that Kon had reminded Danny that Superman was asking to see him still. There was a hint of bitterness there, because even though Kon had gone to visit as well, Clark hadnât asked for him. Though grudgingly Kon had admitted he had been nicer this time then during previous encounters, warmer somehow.Â
Danny had agreed to go visit Clark, for Konâs sake at the very least. And because he had never really gotten the chance to look around the Watchtower as much as he would like. Every time heâd been called there before something had been wrong and heâd had to leave again in a hurry, maybe this time he'd actually be able to relax and watch the stars for a bit. He had to enjoy them now while he could since there werenât any true stars in the Infinite Realms after all.
Of course Danny wouldnât leave without Jason, and they couldnât be let in without a minder, so Kon and Tim came along with them to the watchtower. Once they were there they split up and Kon and Danny (as Hyana of course), went to visit Superman, and Jason and Tim went check on Dick, Jason had yet to get to see his big brother after all. Once Kon and Hyena were done talking to Clark they would go join their partners and say hello to Nightwing as well, but Danny wanted to get Superman out of the way first.
Danny didnât bother to knock as he entered the med bay Superman was in, barging in without a word like he owned the damn place. He only paused when he noticed Kon wasnât right beside him anymore. He paused and looked back, seeing Kon hanging back uncertainly by the door he turned to glare at Superman. Trying to psychically threaten him into being nice to Kon and inviting him in, it didnât work.
âWould you mind leaving us alone for a little bit Kon?â Superman asked. At least his tone was polite but what the hell?!
âHe has super hearing, he could hear us whether heâs here or not. Why the fuck donât you want him around?!â Hyena demanded and Clark winced.Â
âThatâs not it, but I would like to talk to you alone. Please?â Clark asked awkwardly.Â
Danny sighed and nodded to Kon, who bit his lip and tried and failed not to look like a kicked puppy as he slipped back out of the room. Danny growled and stomped over to the side of Supermanâs bed and sunk down into one of the chairs there. âSo what did you want to talk about?â Danny snapped.
âI wanted to apologize,â Clark said, so open and earnest that it took Danny off guard and made him stop snarling. âIâve been struggling for a long time. I was supposed to be the man of steel, I thought I was indestructible and undefeatable, thatâs what people relied on me to be. When Kon was created it was a big crack in that and I tried to deny it, but I tried to keep it together. Then the idea of an entire species I was basically powerless against, I⌠I guess I was in denial. About a lot of things, and thatâs why I tried to insist I could help, and did a lot of things really.âÂ
He looked down and plucked at his bandages with a wry smile. âI guess I canât deny Iâm not really invulnerable anymore huh? I am⌠very mortal.âÂ
Danny was silent for a moment, processing and organizing his thoughts before he answered. âI think I can understand what you mean, and where youâre coming from. But I hope you know that that isnât an excuse for how youâve treated him. Youâre not invulnerable, youâre not infallible, youâre not a fucking God, and even gods are fallible. I should know Iâve fought a few. You need to get a lot fucking better at being a person.âÂ
âI know I do,â Clark said with a little sigh. âIâve never really used the Justice League therapists because I always thought that I was fine, insisted that I was. But I think itâs time I did.â
âGood. And be nicer to Kon, heâs a really good kid and he deserves better,â He insisted, glaring hotly.Â
âI know, Iâll try,â Superman said softly.Â
âGood. Anything else?â Danny asked, cocking his head to the side and Clark shook his head. âGood,â Danny repeated and stood up, leaving to check on Dick and collect Jason so they could go stargazing together.Â
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Youâve been at this for a while- years. Hundreds of happy couples made under your guidance. Youâve learned a few things over the years, some people donât have those threads yet. Maybe for infants theyâre just not born yet, or for others maybe something needs to change in their future soulmate before they would be ready. Youâve seen people holding hands while each of their strings runs off in different directions. You swear youâve seen a few people whose soulmates switch almost every week. Even asexual or aromantic people had one, they simply led them to someone who would be special to them, content to live with but no need to love. After all, no one truly wants to be alone. But one thing always remained the same⌠they had one. You waited and waited and waited, but you never were able to see those strings wrapped around your own fingers like everyone elseâs. Leading soulmates together always had a rather violently bittersweet taste, knowing that you might never get to feel that same sweet sensation that they must all get when they realize how well things worked out. One day, a rather simple looking lady walked through your businessâs door also without strings attached to her fingers. You were shocked
âExcuse me,â she started, âI heard this would be the place where people can always find their special someone?â She asked
You gave your usual business monologue: âwell you heard correct! Here we have a near 100% success rate that every person we guide to another will live their happily ever after.â
The woman chuckled, you raised an eyebrow, âitâs funny,â she laughed again, you felt something in your chest, âI did the same thing for so many others back home, but could never find someone for me.â
Your heart skipped a beat. It was late so no one else was in the building. âMaâam, could you come to the desk, please?â You asked, trying to hide the frantic tone in your voice
âAh, of course!â She came forward
You leaned in and asked âcan you see strings on peopleâs fingers that lead them to others?â Trying to sound as serious as possible so she knows youâre not joking
âWh- I,â she stammered, âhow did you know!?â
âBecause I can do the same thing. And no matter how long I waited⌠I could never see strings on my own hands, and I canât see them on yourâsâ
She was dead silent for a moment, she kept glancing between your hand, your face, and her hands. âOh my⌠youâre right⌠I donât believe it!â
âWell, itâs almost closing time for me, so how about I make you my last client for the day. Would you care to go for a walk? The travel must have been long and my desk is rather cramped. Plus, I know a really good place to grab dinner around here.â You stood up and held out your hand, she took it with a soft shake. Her hands were softer than you expected, she took better care of herself than her other features let on.
The two of you left your business as you locked up the building and began your walk, both of you hopeful that maybe, finally, you found your special someone.
Some say that an invisible red string is tied around the fingers of soulmates meant to be together forever. As it turns out, you can see these red strings, and have therefore created a highly successful matchmaking business.
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Episode 7: Breakfast of Champions
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word count: 1.3k // warnings: like maybe 2 swear words, spencer has controversial breakfast opinions, thatâs literally it
summary: a tradition is born on a dark winter morning.
âAre you home?â
âI -â Thereâs a pause, a moment where you genuinely wonder if you imagined the voice on the other end, before its owner comes back, however unsure, âYes.â
âWell, can you buzz me in? Iâm freezing my ass off out here.â Itâs not a lie, your words swirl in a foggy cloud in front of your face where youâre leaning into the buildingâs intercom. Thereâs another pause, longer this time, and you genuinely think heâs going to tell you to fuck off. Until the lock on the door disengages.
Turning up out of the blue is decidedly not your style. You like an invite, at least a week in advance, so that everyone has time to be prepared. So you can come up with a plan, arrive with a gift, nobody gets caught with their pants down. Literally or figuratively. But youâve not been able to get the look on his face out of your head, and had a restless nightâs sleep because of it. He hadnât wanted to speak to anyone on the flight back, or once youâd landed - and youâve been worried. Some cases are tougher than others, itâs clear that this one has hit him harder than most. So, naturally, youâve ambushed him at the first available opportunity.
âSure, come in.â Spencerâs still standing by his front door, gesturing you inside with a melodramatic sweep of his arm after youâve already bustled your way in. You suspect itâs the longest sentence to come out of his mouth since yesterday.
Youâve been in his apartment before - swinging by to pick up files, or drop off baked goods from Penelope. The man himself makes a mean cupcake, so youâre pretty sure any delivery duties are mostly just one of her cunning plans to get you two together already. Her scheming is yet to pay off. But youâre struck, suddenly, by the image of him picking out the paint colour in the store. By the idea of him wobbling on the top rung of a step ladder to reach the high ceiling with a paintbrush. You have to shake off the sudden fondness of the idea before you can look at him, the ghost of a smile on your lips might be enough to clue him in. That, you canât risk.
âDid you know you live near the cutest little diner in the city?â You ask, bone-cold hands shoved in the pockets of your coat to disguise the trembling.
Of course Spencer knows about the diner, heâs been there once a week since he moved in. But he lets you waffle on about coffee and pastries and pancakes. You look a little windburned, jacket done up to the top, scarf wrapped securely underneath - itâs cute. Not that he hasnât already noticed exactly how cute you are. Thereâs just something about you all buttoned up that wakes up the butterflies lying dormant in him. Youâre trying to hide your shivering, unsuccessfully, as you tell him itâs not far. He knows you didnât just happen to be in the neighbourhood, at this time on a Sunday morning. He knows this is about the case.
Itâs not the first time heâs been able to relate to an Unsub, as strange as it sounds, but anyone could argue that Spencer has the makings of one himself. Family history of mental illness, abandoned by his father, perpetually out of place even as an adult - check, check, double check. But where every Unsub has had nobody, Spencer has had the team. Heâs had Hotch, and Morgan, and Gideon to guide him every step of the way. Heâs had JJ and Penelope. Heâs had you. There are still days where he doubts himself, doubts his own mind as he gets older, but thereâs always somebody to pull him back from the ledge. Thatâs why the Unsub from the last case affected him so profoundly - they could have just as easily have been him. In another life.
Youâre still talking, about the menu now. Unable to stop, just blurting out the breakfast list almost verbatim from the flyer that had been posted through your door. But you canât leave without knowing heâll be alright, you canât. Whatever complicated feelings you have for him aside, heâs your friend. You want him to be okay. You donât even notice him reaching for his coat where it hangs by the door.
âSure, I could eat.â He interrupts you, thankfully.
âWhat?â
âBreakfast, letâs go.â Spencer says your name and brings you back to earth, the way only he can. His keys are snagged off of the side table as you sweep back past him and into the hallway. Would you call that a success? Itâs close enough - didnât tell you to go away, out of the house. Youâre still not one hundred percent sure what it was that you were trying to achieve, but thisâll do.
Youâre still trying to work out how to articulate yourself, even after youâve ordered. Pancakes, of course. Spencer goes for french toast, smothered in so much maple syrup it threatens to turn your stomach - he claims the correct way to breakfast is to consume a weekâs worth of sugar in one fell swoop, though just looking at his plate makes your teeth hurt. Itâs easy to pretend nothingâs bothering either of you, over the gentle teasing and background noise as the rest of the city begins to wake, at least for a little while. Eventually, the contents of your plates dwindle and, even though the lull in conversation is comfortable, you have to break the silence.
Because you know, you know that maybe he doesnât feel as close to you as he does the others. Heâs known them longer, it makes sense if heâd rather talk to Derek, or JJ, or Penelope, or Emily.
âYou started before Emily.â He interrupts you.
âBy, like, a week,â You fix him with a frustrated look that has him suppressing a smile, âYouâre missing the point.â
Heâs not, you both know that. Youâre trying to tell him that he can open up to you, if thatâs what he wants - about anything, not just the cases that hit him square in the chest. Itâs not true anyway, the idea that heâd value any other member of the team above you, but he doesnât tell you that part. He lets you ramble on for however long you need to, the shoe on the other foot this time. Until you screech to a halt mid sentence.
Itâs the way heâs looking at you across the table, like he knows something you donât, that stops you in your tracks faster than an interruption ever could.
âWhat?â
He canât tell you exactly what. That you look cute in the fluorescent lights, wide eyed and earnest, mid-monologue. That heâs never been quite on the same wavelength as anyone the way he is with you. That it feels like his heart grows ten sizes any time you so much as glance his way. No, he definitely canât tell you that. He settles for something in the middle, comfortable enough for two people who spend far too much time together to be anything but very close friends, if not mildly complicated.
âYou are not less to me than anyone, I need you to know that.â Itâs about as close to the truth as he can get without vomiting up his feelings all over the table. Thereâll be a time and a place for that - and itâs not nine in the morning at his favourite coffee spot. You donât say anything for a moment, but he watches you employ your profiling skills to search for the lie in his face. He just keeps on looking at you until youâre satisfied in your investigation.
âI believe you.â
And, just like that, you pretend as if he hasnât set your insides on fire and go back to your pancakes.
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your heart is the only place that i call home ( noah sebastian x jolly karlsson )
pairing: noah sebastian x jolly karlsson cw: not much going on here but some soft boys, meddling best friends, seriously a lot of fluff. word count: 947 author's note: i needed some soft stuff in my life right now. this is a sequel to all this and heaven too. title comes from "heartlines" by florence + the machine. divider by @saradika-graphics â¨
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Itâs been eleven days since Jolly picked Noah up in a bathroom, cleaned him up and helped him back to the van. A week since Noah came back for that second kiss in some backroom minutes before they were due to go on stage and they didnât have much time to appreciate it. And after that? After they made it back home, the two of them wrapped up in each other fast asleep in the back of the van, waking up actually feeling rested despite the not so comfortable sleeping conditions?
Nothing.
At least not at first. Not for lack of trying. But they only had six days at home before they were back out on the road, and all Noah really wanted to do was sleep in his own bed for as long as humanly possible, maybe avoid human interaction for at least two of those days. He wakes up on the second day, only to find Nicholas sprawled in his desk chair, phone in one hand and a juice box in the other.
Noah groans and drags his pillow over his head. âNo, Nicky.â
âYou donât even know what I was gonna say,â Nicholas slurps loudly on his straw, just to get Noah to peek out at him in annoyance. âSo, you and Jolly, huh?â
It was the most obvious question, and it surprised him that it took him this long to bring it up. Noah gives up on the idea of sleeping longer and finally sits up. âWhyâd you send him to find me after that show?â
That probably wasnât what Nicholas was expecting him to say, given the look that crosses his face moments before he smirks. âSo you kissed him as a thank you for that?â
âHe kissed me first,â Noah admits, and he sounds defensive to his own ears. âOut in the parking lot that night. He told me once I was feeling better, to come find himââ
âGotta admit, it took you a little bit longer to catch on than I thought it might. Heâs had a crush on you for a long time.â
Noah wonders if everyone knew but him. Maybe he hadnât been looking hard enough to be able to see it, but heâs looking now.Â
His first thought about this isnât of himself, âThe bandââ
âWill be fine,â Nicholasâ face softens. âYou deserve this, Noah.â
Noah knows better than to argue with him.
Itâs safe to say that his mind is consumed after that. But heâs got to wait still, because Jolly was visiting family and wouldnât be home until two days before they left for the next string of gigs. And if Nicholas happens to make sure that the house is empty except for the two of them the day that heâs due to come back, Noah doesnât call him out on it. He doesnât thank him for it either because heâs nervous for some reason. As if he hasnât been alone with Jolly dozens of times before. As if he didnât remember what it felt like to kiss him, to listen to the sound of his heart thudding in his chest in the back of the van.
Jolly looks happy to see him when he gets there, and almost relieved to know that itâs just the two of them for a while. Noah wants to give him time to himself to unwind, but he also canât help but follow him up to his room, stand in the doorway and watch him as he unpacks.
âAre you just going to hold up that door frame for me, or are you going to come in?â Jolly asks finally.
Noah hedges further into the room, before he finally gives up and decides that this is Jolly, thereâs nothing to be nervous about. He throws himself down on Jollyâs bed, flops back against his pillows. âSo how was your trip?â
âWe are not going to do that, Noah.â
âWhat? No small talk?â
Jolly pushes his suitcase off of the end of the bed and crawls up beside him. Noah would probably back away if it werenât for the fact heâd fall off the bed. So much for not being nervous. âYou and I are beyond that now, donât you think?â
Noah canât argue when that. And when Jolly opens up his arms for him, he canât help but move over and immediately sink against him. He thinks back to that night in the van, how peacefully he slept curled up on Jollyâs chest, how it had become just a space for the two of them even for a little while. And now, he finds himself in the same position, head propped up on Jollyâs shoulder, an arm tossed over his chest. One of Jollyâs hands is threading through Noahâs hair slowly, and he reaches down to trace his fingers over the arch of Noahâs brow until he lifts his head to look at him.
âI donât think I was looking before, when I should have been,â Noah says, his words holding an apology that probably isnât needed. âBut I see you now.â
Jolly shakes his head, âYouâve always seen me, Noah, the same way Iâve seen you. And take it from someone whoâs always been looking.â
Noah pushes himself up and kisses him because he canât help it, not after that. Itâs soft and simple, and it feels like it could be enough. But he can feel it all over, all the way down to his bones. Jolly slowly breaks the kiss, smiling as he does so, and itâs impossible for Noah not to smile back.
âYeah,â he says quietly, nudging his nose against Jollyâs. âI see you now.â
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#i have to move back to my hometown due to a mistake. a misunderstanding. and being too trusting in others ideas#and my boyfriend is moving an hour away as well. neither of us have been able to get a car or license yet due to money and i dont know when#we can see eachother again after we both move. since we started dating weve been sleeping in the same bed because we were/are roommates#just being gone for the weekend in my hometown is hard because i cant stand to be here but its worse because hes not in my bed every night#ive grown so used to falling alseep in his arms that i dont know what to do at night. i dont feel safe without his arms holding me#ive never felt safe where ive lived before. ive never felt safe in a relationship. ive never felt loved for who i am. that was until him.#now i feel safe in our home. i feel safe in our relationship. i feel loved for who i am. and now we have to be so far apart.#ive done long distance before but this is going to hurt so much my cat loves him she is super cautious and scared around new people but#she loved him since the start. not to mention shes my esa so that really mattered to me. he wants to move with me but it isnt happening#he got definite housing an hour away for super cheap in a town where he knows everyone and i have possible in a town where im surrounded by#people i know but am terrified of. im scared to move back here but have no choice. unless i make that terrifying choice of going with him.#the apartment he is getting is a two bedroom. id only have a studio. hes offered for me to come but im scared to move that far away again#i want to be with him but im scared to move to a whole new town with him. i know hes an amazing guy but we'd be moving away from my friends#and family. i already have to move away from all my friends if i go back to my hometown but this would be a different story.#moving to a whole new town with a guy that i only started dating 2 months ago? like yes. i lived with him previously and knew him for longer#than we dated but im still scared. i think rightfully so. but still.#but there are some pros to moving with him. hometown has no music scene and his town does and thats really important to me.#we'd also be close to his family. but farther from mine. hed be around friends and id have none no matter where i go.#idk im just rambling but i really needed to vent. i lost my best friend recently to the point of them siding with strangers almost and they#helped them break and enter into the house to intimidate me and bf and then a few days later came with cops after saying repeatedly that#they were an anarchist and acab but only when they dont use them apparently. because i guess morals/values only matter when its convenient#im so tired though but i cant sleep so i might write some cringe poetry and try to chill out before going on a late night/early morning walk#tag vent#vent in tags
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Rotating Simon Petrikov in my mind again...........
Right now I can only envision the F&C series ending in one of two ways for him:
Simon is persuaded to permanently move to Fionna's magic-free world--a chance to live the peaceful, scholarly life he was denied by the war and the Crown. We see that he can't relate to the humans in Ooo because they're so far removed from what humans were like back in his time that they might as well be aliens, but this alternate world would be just like he remembered his old life to be, and thus more comfortable for him to settle down in. Even if it meant leaving Marceline and the others behind in Ooo, I could see this being a real possibility if Betty somehow finds a way to go with him. It would require moving on irrevocably from one part of his life, but they'd get their simple, mundane--yet happy--ending.
Simon is forced to reconcile with the fact that reuniting with Betty is either impossible or not worth some terrible price. Maybe he realizes he's not willing to cut himself off from his Marceline and the little ragtag family they've built, even for a life with Betty. Or maybe accepting the mundane life for himself would also doom Fionna and Cake to a life of misery and broken dreams, and he can't bring himself to betray his new friends for such a selfish reward. Either way the result is that he returns to Ooo, to basically the same situation he was in at the start of the season, but finally free from all the regret and guilt and grief that was stopping him from moving forward and finally embracing the second chance that Betty gave him back in "Come Along with Me".
I honestly don't know which I think is more likely at this point OR necessarily which one I would prefer, because they both have pros and cons. I maybe lean toward the second one because I tend to hate "the magic is gone, and that's good!"-type endings, but depending on the buildup I could still see it working. Ultimately it'll depend on wherever Fionna and Cake themselves end up, and I have NO idea where that's going lmao
#Adventure Time#Fionna and Cake spoilers#they'd BETTER not try to pull some crap about FIONNA being happier in the non-magical world because THAT would be nonsense#and like. hm... it would almost make the most sense to me right now for F&C to just live in the regular Ooo???#despite their current goals in the most recent episodes I haven't really seen any compelling reason why the world Fionna started in would#benefit as a whole from becoming magical. and in fact it feels like it might be kind of a jerk move to everyone else to do so.#she seems to be the only one who's definitely unhappy with her life there (though maybe the Gumshall b-plot will prove me wrong later!)#but obviously it feels weird and maybe like. unsatisfying? for her to just exist in the same world as Finn#so maybe they're going to resolve this by creating a whole separate Ooo just for her (which seems excessive) or#OH OH what if Fionna and Cake end up able to just travel the whole multiverse at will!!#maybe they'll resolve the cosmic crime stuff and connect their home universe up to the rest of the multiverse web#allowing easier travel between the worlds because of some kind of convenient plot device#idk now I'm just throwing out baseless theories because they sound cool to me#I am gnawing on the bars of my cage WHEN IS THE NEXT EPISODE
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after dropping off the face of the earth for almost two weeks: back to reblogging haha
#delete later#hiding this here because I went back to cali to see friends and it was really nice to see them ahhhhh#also because I feel like if I yelled this on main idk it feels too like...big of a space to yell it on HAHA if that makes sense#feels too personal on main idk#anyways I miss being able to make visual jokes and make my friend laugh without almost saying anything hgjff#I wanna yell about my friends casually just scrubbing my hair/buzzcut lmAO#or how I finally got to watch a horror movie with the only other horror watcher in the group hahaha#or about how a guy friend when I was sleeping over was looking up articles about stuff to help with cramps#while I was in the shower/cramps acted up and was like hey article says green tea might help and we have that do you want#also hanging out with friends just reminds me how I like making people laugh mfnghgh#inhales#anYWAYS I love my friends fhmghjhaha okay bye#I'm glad so far I'm not having that weird readjustment period or a hard time settling down like the previous times I came back#plus I didn't bring my tablet over just a sketchbook and sitting down and just drawing was really nice/made me look forward#to going back home and drawing
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imagine youâre dating ghost and no one knows. the two of you have kept it a secret on your end and his just for your protectionâ because ghost knows what could happen if someone finds out, how someone might try and target you to get to him, or worse, given his line of work.
but then imagine that heâs on a mission, interrogating some piece of filth ready to decorate the fucking wall with his brain matter when the guy says âyou know what, simon, killing me would be the biggest mistake of your life.â
immediately ghost would pause, eyes narrowed, though his hardened demeanour wouldnât fade much, heâd just blankly stare at the prick like âoh yea? nâ why donâ you tell mâ why.â
the shit-eating grin that would crawl across that fuckers lips would have ghost ready to kill him right then and there, but then heâd say âreach in my pocket. pull out my phone.â
id like to think ghost would have absolutely none of this assholes bullshit, not at all entertained by his theatrics. iâd like to think heâd just press the muzzle of his gun to the fuckers temple within an instant, all teeth barred and ready to get it over with when the guy would add,
âyour girlfriend is a fucking beauty, isnât she?â
everything would pause. ghost, time, the world, air, the universe itselfâthe life that would drain from ghosts face would almost be enough to make his alias a reality. his heart pounding in his throat, his fingers fucking trembling as he immediately reached into the assholes pocket to find his phoneâa picture of a woman tied up (face not in view however) lighting up on the home screen. thereâd be no thinking rationally, no thoughts in ghosts head except for making sure you were fucking okay. heâd do whatever heâd have to do, kill the guy, leave him strapped there, whateverâheâd be out of that room in two seconds flat and personally flying the helicopter back to your house calling you nonstop every fucking second until you answered.
âhello? si?â
heâd wait a second before answering. taking everything in. background noises, the inflection of your voice. it sounds calm, maybe too calm? heâs grasping his phone so fucking hard itâs a miracle it hasnât shattered between his fingers.
âprincess,â he breathes, fighting with everything in him to keep his voice steady. âsee any birds today?â
though it was a genuine question, it also was an established one. ghost had set up a series of questions for a situation precisely like this. if you said blue jay, it meant you were fine, at home, as usual. if you said crows, it meant you werenât.
âoh just the usual blue jays, si.â he could almost hear the smile on your lips. âeverything okay? i miss you.â
ghost would exhale a shattered breath. âiâm coming home.â
and then heâd show up, not all but a few hours later, hands still trembling slightly, heart rate still struggling to regulate. it was too much, reminding him too much of his past traumas, he knew he needed to find better protection for you, but that was a conversation for another time.
heâd come in the house, barely even taking the time to shut the door behind him, almost frenzied again, relentless, unable to relax until he could finally lay eyes on you. and then, the second he did, heâd just pause and look at you, all messy hair and pyjamas still on, in the kitchen cooking breakfast for you both since you knew he was on his way.
and he wouldnât say a goddamn word, heâd just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you so tight youâd hardly be able to breathe, his face buried in your hair and his heart thumping at your back. youâd feel the pain the fear the anxiety radiating off him and you wouldnât try to say anything because you knew he needed this, you knew he needed to see you, hold you, feel your pulse stable and alive. you knew he just needed a moment to breathe.
and so the two of you would stand there like that for a while, and then heâd take a big inhale and spin you around to face him, pulling up his mask to plant soft kisses on your jaw.
âi love you so fuckinâ much.â
#simon riley imagine#simon riley cod#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x you#simonriley#simon riley#simon#simon riley call of duty#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley smut#simonrileysmut#ghost smut#simon ghost smut#ghost riley#ghost#ghost cod#task force 141#taskforce141
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Whenever I watch someone play oni I always get so caught off guard when they cut and it's like 100 cycles later but then I remembered that most ppl actually use the fast forward buttons and I'm the weirdo who sits there at normal speed just watching large scale constructions slowly inch forwards while also pausing every other minute to plan out the next 3 projects I wanna work on next
#rat rambles#oni posting#I spent like half an hour just watching my chefs cook to make sure my new kitchen was working well#I almost have my infinite food storage finished I just need to get the area cool enough to deep freeze the food#I also sent over most of the berry sludge from my second colony since I got my second rocket built#food is very much not a problem but I am addmittedly a bit worried abt oxygen#currently its nowhere near a problem but I have been using algae still and while I have a lot I rly should start setting up long term#oxygen producers in electrolisers that arent just sitting out in the open spittibg hydrogen everywhere#but also its annoyinggggg#I have more than enough resources to make a large scale spom but Im not nearly in enough need of one to want to put in the effort#I am so good on oxygen and power rn and will be for a good while#I might just make a similar set up but just shoot the hydrogen into space and eat the power drain#I have three natural gass vents + two more on my second colony + a plug slug farm so Im like so good on power#and I havent even tapped into my oil wells yet (because theyre buried in frozen oil because rime but yknow)#rly tho the worst part abt my current playthrough is that Im starting to realize there might not be ANY slicksters in this save#the only planet with an oil biome Ive seen so far is my home colony which is yknow. rime.#and Ive uncovered a Lot of the map its basically just the far edges I dont have#so Im starting to have my doubts that I will be able to tame every critter in this save#I did find the gassy moo planet tho and I plan on getting some basic life support set up there soon#I might end up changing my mind if there genuinely arent any slickters tho cause if I cant get them all then why bother with the bad ones#ok I used to think that plug slugs werent worth the effort too and Ive been loving them so who knows maybe gassy moos will win my heart#but they do seem like a pretty rediculous amount of work for rly mediorce benifits so I doubt it#I mean hey. I got a shove vole farm set up so I dont think I can start whining now#I should probably set up more shipping and automation stuff in my ranches but tbh Im willing to just eat the dupe labor#I have like 5 ranchers and several shipping ppl most whom have nothing better to do#most of my current projects are all focused on space travel and some minor base reworks so I dont feel like its needed rn#especially since I have so much fucking food all of which is being run completely sustainably#well ok the peppernuts arent Yet but Im only domestic growing like 3 of them so Im ok for a bit#the other colony has been wild farming them for ages and have had more than enough to cook massive amounts of high quality meals#I actually set up a proper kitchen in that colony first due to how much food variety there was along with grub fruits
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pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader
summary: you find yourself in a marriage that you never wanted in the first place. your husband seems to hate you and you begin to wonder if anything you used to think of him was even true. who would have though a marriage to gojo satoru would be so difficult?
warnings: 18+ mdni, arranged marriage, misunderstandings and just not talking shit out, mentions of cheating, slight angst (with comfort), eating out (fem! receiving), fingering, gojo doesn't really know how to husband for some of it
word count: 10.9K (whoops)
note: part two is up! i really had a lot of fun writing this so reblogs and comments are always appreciated! as always, thank you to @jadeisthirsting for beta reading <3
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never did you think that youâd be stuck in a marriage to a man who didnât love you, but thereâs a first for everything.Â
you should count yourself lucky that heâs not old and bald. heâs pretty. in fact, heâs the prettiest man youâve ever seen. his eyes are the bluest, bluer than the sky. his hair mirrors the winter snows, and his back ripples with muscles whenever he fights.Â
his agility is unlike any other man. he fights swiftly and cleanly, never taking more than a couple minutes to get rid of whatever it was that stood in his way. heâs charming with his words (or so youâve heard), and he knows how to make somebody swoon if he really wants them to.Â
and he seems to despise you.
you had known gojo since you were a child, the two of you running around each other's fields as you chased him with your wooden sword. you remembered watching him in training, wishing him good luck whenever he went on a hunt. you could even remember how he would stutter whenever he tried to talk, something he must have worked on because he never seemed to stutter anymore.Â
he was always nice to you, his cheeks rosy whenever you kissed him goodbye. he was kind back then, grinning brightly whenever he saw you.Â
but as time grew and you with it, and it was only a matter of years before the two of you went your separate ways. it didnât help that once he turned thirteen he had to leave for training and fighting in whatever it was that was needed of him, but you had hoped that he would be able to write back.Â
you would send him letters whenever you could, it was tradition whenever the two of you were separated for too long to do so. each letter telling him about new experiences and embarrassing things that happened in your life, but he never responded. you liked to send one every week, sometimes including little tokens you thought he might enjoy. but you stopped sending them after the first two years and stopped asking about his whereabouts after three.Â
but you were hopeful that when you saw him that night so many months ago, heâd be civil with you. you were nervous, sure, but who could blame you? you had recently gotten news that his time to serve his clan was over and that he was finally back home. it wasnât as though the two of you had left on bad graces, so you were hopeful that he would at least remember you. but he could barely meet your eyes whenever you tried to catch him from across the room, acting as if you had never existed.Â
he looked so different since the last time you had seen him. he was taller than most of the people in the room, his white hair just as bright as it used to be. he had gained muscle mass almost everywhere, and you felt yourself wondering just how much training he had to go through to look this way. you could see him talking to a girl, a smile on his face as he tilted his head to look at her better. you gave him some time to socialize, not wanting to intrude on anything.Â
after an hour you decided that it was long enough, and tried to weave your way through the crowd to get to him. you had tried to call out to him, waving to him despite your mother quickly shoving your hand down, saying how improper it was. he heard you and you knew that he was purposely ignoring you, so you began to feel heavy-hearted after a couple of attempts at trying to catch his attention, eventually giving up.Â
and now, despite you wanting to, you canât even blame him for hating you.Â
ever since your mother caught you, alone with him, a man you hadnât seen in so long, she had swiftly and promptly proposed the idea of marriage only a few days later. it was really to save face for the two families, but it helped that this marriage would unify the two clans.Â
you were sure he had ladies lined up to marry him, and you werenât somebody he was actively trying to pursue. you didnât even know if he was in love with somebody else if he shared a connection with a girl who was surely not you and cursed you for taking that away from him.Â
not that it mattered now.Â
all you wanted was to reconcile, to catch up on all the things happening in your lives. you wanted to hear all the stories he must have racked up over the years, not for this to happen. all the things he wanted for himself were ripped away because of one night from one simple act of kindness, and so you couldnât find it in yourself to hate him for the way he acted.
you rarely come down for dinner whenever heâs there, but when you do, you feel those eyes turn icy, tracking your every movement till you sit down opposite of him. he doesnât say much, just mutters a quiet âgood eveningâ and youâre sure heâs only doing it so the maids donât start to gossip.Â
whenever your hand brushes his you feel him snap back, flexing his hand as though your touch burned him. he rarely came by to ask you about how you felt, and so you stopped trying to act kindly towards him if he didnât want anything to do with it.
any semblance of romance you had dreamed of as a young girl quickly dissipated when you realized your husband wanted nothing to do with you, so you didnât try to pursue any sort of love, deciding itâd be easier if he just did his part and you did yours so the two clans wouldnât worry.Â
he was always gone, which might be the best for the two of you. when heâs not training new men then heâs gone in a hunt. if heâs not in a hunt then heâs somewhere in his endless home, hiding away.Â
you donât know if he does this for him, for your sake, or for everybody else.Â
âdid you see your husband this morning?â one of your maids said excitedly as she tugged the undergarments over your raised arm, a gleeful smile on her face as she rambled about something gojo had done. you couldnât help but return a smile of your own, although it didnât quite meet your eyes.Â
âyes, briefly. heâs busy with having to worry about the feast,â which wasnât a total lie. youâd seen him hurriedly brush past you, quickly glancing at you as if he had forgotten you were his wife. you felt your chest tighten up with the way he glanced at your hand, and then quickly left.Â
it was only a few nights away and you knew that it was the only buzz of news anybody seemed to talk about. unfortunately, for you, it meant having to socialize with other clans. you were fine with that aspect, youâd been doing it since you were young, but this time they had a right to be nosey. you knew there would be endless questions asked about the honeymoon stage of your marriage, to which you had no answer.Â
sure, youâd been making up answers to hypothetical questions, but you didnât know what gojo would be answering with, so you were only praying some of your responses would line up.Â
for a night the two of you would have to pretend to be husband and wife, and while the people around you knew you were anything, you knew you had to commit to the role for the sake of you and your familyâs dignity.Â
but all this worrying isnât good for your head, you could already feel the pang as you squeezed your eyes to try and get rid of it. you tried to move on from your worries, going to comment on her necklace, it seemed new, but a knock interrupted you. the two of your heads popped up, looking at where the sound came from.Â
âcome in!â you called out, buttoning up the last bits of your top as you thanked myra. she nodded, bowing as she went to open the door. you could hear her faint footsteps, not bothering to look up as she greeted the person behind. you guessed it was franchesca coming with the fabric samples.Â
âsir,â you heard myra say, and your head swirled around, only to see the topic of your conversation make his way into your room, excusing your maid with a swift motion of his hand. she glanced once at you and then to him, ducking her head as she left, closing the door behind her as she left you two alone.Â
you felt heat prickle at the back of your neck as he looked at you and then to your room. the two of you slept separately, as per your request the first night. you couldnât bear the agonizing silence between the two of you, and he obliged.Â
he was dressed for sparring. he had a loose-fitting tunic on, and pants that would allow him to move freely and without constraint. it was in moments like these that you were reminded of the fact that gojo was the strongest warrior that any of the clans had seen, that the child who once splurged on sugar in his tea was capable (and has done so before) of taking down entire armies.Â
he had matured so much since what you last remembered from him. he no longer acted rashly nor spoke without thinking about what it was he wanted to say. but you still saw him eating sweets with the same fervor he did as a kid, and it never failed to make you smile, hiding it behind your hand so nobody could hear your quiet giggle.Â
it had been a while since it was just the two of you, alone, and all you could think about was that night. your cheeks heated up just thinking about it, and it seemed that gojo could tell your discomfort with the way he cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair as he began to speak.Â
âgood morning,â he started, his eyes darting around, never setting on yours. it was funny if it didnât cause your heart to hurt irrevocably, at how the strongest warrior in all the land could barely look at his wife.Â
if only you knew.
âgood morning.â you offered him a quick, disingenuous smile, moving around until you found your vanity, rummaging through your laid-out earrings as you kept your back to him, not trusting your face to give you away if you were to look at him for too long.Â
you heard him take in an audible breath, but he continued whatever it was he wanted to say.Â
âwith the feast coming up, i want to clear some things with you,â you turned around, looping the earrings in as you nodded for him to continue. it was such a shame he was so stunning, effortlessly attractive as the sun caught off his cheekbones, bouncing off of his chest. he rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, and you wondered if being here was just as painfully awkward for him as it was for you.Â
âwe should act like weâreâŚâ he trailed off and you felt yourself itching to leave, knowing what he meant without having to say it.Â
âin love?â you finished and he slowly nodded, gnawing on his lip as you brushed past him, going to find the mirror so you could adjust your jewelry. you could see him fidgeting in the corner, and for once you could see a hint of nervousness and unease on his features.Â
and a part of you hurt. you would never admit out loud that you harbored a crush on him for as long as you could remember. it hurt knowing that you acting like you were in love was perhaps the lost genuine form of love you could show.Â
âwhat if they ask about the night we met?â you ask after a couple of seconds, looking up from what you were doing. deep down, you knew somebody was bound to ask. even if it was just your mother who had caught the two of you alone in that garden, the news of it somehow spread (she was always one to talk).Â
he scratches his head, shrugging as he eventually settles on an idea.
âjust tell them the truth.âÂ
the truth.Â
tell them how he followed you after you had run outside, sick to your stomach after a man, who was as old as your father, had introduced himself as a possible suitor. how gojo, the most ruthless warrior in all the land, had carefully put his hands on your back as you retched, offering you a towel he had fetched from inside to clean yourself up.Â
tell them how you hadnât seen him in years but the first thing you had done was to hug him tightly. how his hands wrapped around your back as though they were the only things keeping you afloat. perhaps they were.Â
tell them how he murmured words in your hair to bring you back to reality, his thumb running up and down your arms to calm you down. how it seemed like even though it had been years since you two last saw each other, it felt so right, so normal, to be back in his arms.Â
tell them how he had looked at you with such worry, such care, unlike anybody else had looked at you, and you for once felt safe in somebodyâs arms.Â
tell them how your mother found you two in such a compromising position, with your head nestled in his chest as he tried his very best to soothe your cries. it was humiliating and embarrassing to be caught with a man you had only seen back in your teenage years, and especially so in such a vulnerable position.Â
you shake your head, scoffing at the idea, âiâll just come up with something,â was your answer and he nods along, realizing how the story would be too private to share with people you barely knew.
âand we need a reason for why,â he cleared his throat once again, pink dusting on his cheeks as his eyes dropped to your stomach. your eyes met his in the mirror, and one of your eyebrows raised, âwell, youâre not exactly looking like youâre carrying a child at the moment.âÂ
you quickly looked away, the tension in the room increasing as you moved away from the mirror, doing anything you could to keep your hands occupied. you flushed at the comment, your throat drying up as you glanced at your stomach.
the two of you have barely touched, much less been intimate with each other. you were glad he hadnât forced the idea onto you, instead, leaving it to you to bring up the topic. you only talked about it, once, the night of the marriage, and then never again. you knew that it would have to happen eventually, but you couldnât do it right now, not with your state of mind.Â
you scrambled to say something. in all honesty, you had been dreading this question. you hadnât been answering any of the letters your mother sent, and you knew people were expecting to hear the news of a pregnancy.Â
âweâll just say weâve been so busy and preoccupied with the politics of marriage that we couldnât⌠consummate.â you offered and he just shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as if this was the biggest inconvenience to him.Â
you knew that this marriage was brought upon quickly and before either of you could object to it, but at least you tried to hide it away. if only he hadnât acted so rashly that night, his hands on your shoulders, eyes bewildered as they racked over your figure. if only he had been more careful, or you were smarter in picking some place to be more concealed, you wouldnât be put in this position.Â
but neither of you was thinking ahead, and here you were. but he was certainly making sure that you knew of his contempt for this arrangement far more than you were. it was irritating, it scratched at your skin and ate away at your mind the more you saw each other.
âlook,â he couldnât take his eyes off of you, off of the way you were fiddling with the ring he had delicately placed on your hand so many weeks ago, âi can come up with whatever they ask, so just try your best to do the same.â you say, your voice tinged with anger, the ring on your finger acting as an anchor to the depths of the sea with the way it weighed down your movements, feeling your chest swell as he stayed silent, watching you as you opened the door.Â
âi donât-â
âum, i wonât be joining you for dinner, so donât wait on meâŚi apologize, i need to work on some things for the feastâŚhave a good day.â you swiftly murmured, shutting him in your own room as you left, your heart thumping erratically in your chest as you almost ran down the hallway.Â
you had no idea how you were going to persuade the masses that this marriage was working if you couldnât even persuade yourself.Â
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the feast of clans came earlier than you expected.Â
you found yourself perched at the end of the table, gojo next to you, your stiff bodies mirroring each other as the people around you joyously helped themselves to the vast variety of food offered.Â
you could barely touch the meal in front of you, your stomach churning uncomfortably with the sheer number of people that surrounded you. back home, you hated these feasts, opting to leave after a couple of bites and finish the rest of what you could pocket in your room, but here, as the clan leader's wife, you had no such luxury.Â
âare you not hungry?â you looked to your side, gojo staring at your plate and then to you, his eyes squinting as he tried to decipher what you were feeling.
âi canât eat,â you murmured, playing with your utensils as you swallowed thickly, âi donât do well in large crowds.âÂ
he nodded once, looking out into the sea of bodies as he inched a little bit closer to you. he was donned in expensive fabrics, although his hair still messily fell all over. the candle that was lit in front of you had different hues of oranges and reds bouncing off of his pale skin, and if you didnât know any better, the blush on his nose and cheeks could have been from the frigid winds from outside.Â
âiâll have myra save you a plate,â he said, giving you a curt smile as he went back to eating.Â
you were momentarily taken aback by his comment, but tried not to show it, going back to fidgeting with your ring as you looked at the sea of people. nobody had thankfully come up to you and bombarded you with questions, but that didnât mean that it wasnât going to eventually happen.Â
âthank you,â you say, glancing at him and then back to your plate.Â
âanything for my wife,â he replies. itâs only for show, you remind yourself, after all, when was the last time he referred to you as such?Â
âgojo,â an old man had walked up to your table, his face lined with wrinkles and a beard, dressed in orange as he offered gojo his hand to shake, âiâm glad to see that you finally settled down.â
gojo blushed deeply, trying to offer him a smile as he motioned to you.Â
âitâs hard to resist marriage when such a woman offers it.â he says, and you feel your eyes widen as you try to laugh off his statement.Â
âyes,â the old man chuckles, eyeing the two of you. he looked familiar, and you were sure you had seen him around these sorts of gatherings before, âit was only a matter of time before it happened. we all knew just how much you liked her back when you were children.â
the two of you sputtered on your coughs, and you felt a little smile grow on your face as gojo did what he could to usher the man away.Â
you could tell with the way he shifted uncomfortably in his seat that gojo wasnât expecting that, and before you could realize what you were doing you found yourself talking.Â
âiâm not a fan of feasts.â you quickly said, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. itâs not like you felt you owed him an explanation, but you said it regardless.Â
gojo looked up from his plate, grabbing his cup so he could wash down his bite.Â
âany feast?â he asked, and you could feel the way the air shifted. he was glad you brought up a different topic.Â
âoneâs as big as this,â you twisted your ring back and forth on your finger subconsciously, âi get nervous in big crowds.â
âi remember,â a small smile grew on his face as he thought back to when the two of you were children, âyou would hide under the tables and force me to come with you.âÂ
you chuckled, blood rushing to your ears at the fact that he remembered this about you. it was the bare minimum of what you remembered from him, but you had convinced yourself that he had washed every memory of your last selves from his mind.Â
a rush of distant memories came to your head; nights spent under the tables, laughing as you two tried to keep your voices down as you tried to dodge the feet. you could still hear his whispers of staying quiet, trying to sneak out so he could smuggle in some pastries for you to eat.
âthe adults scared me; they were always loud and insistent on asking personal questions.â
âlike they are now?â he replied back, a tilt in his voice as you nodded feverishly.Â
âyes!â you covered your mouth with your hand as you let out a laugh, a genuine one as you tried to look as put together as you could, âi swear, itâs even worse than when we were young. just the other day a wet nurse came to me and told me the best positions to get into when giving birth!â it really was a mortifying moment, your eyes darting all around as the old lady even took it upon herself to demonstrate the movements, but gojo didnât seem to mind, laughing along with you. his eyes twinkled as they took in your giggly state, years since he had last seen you like this.Â
âi feel like i should apologize,â he starts, having to cover his own infectious smile as he ducks down his head in shame, âi had her sent up to your chambers.â
your mouth dropped open in shock, lightly smacking his arm as he grinned at the look on your face.
âto mortify me so that i would never leave?â your thumb moves your ring back and forth and gojo watches you as you do it.Â
âyou seemed sick at breakfast, but i guess she thought it was a different sort of sickness.â gojo tells you as he cuts off some of his meat, not knowing just how much his words affected you.Â
you had forgotten how simple and easy conversations were with gojo. although this was under a guise to fool people, you felt at ease with him, as if you didnât have to be on guard with your emotions when he was around.Â
âdo you still want to hide under the table now?â he asked a couple of seconds later, chewing on a potato as you shrugged, looking around before your lips grew into an apologetic smile.Â
ââŚyes,â you admitted bashfully and he smiled at your honest response.Â
âif you want to hide, iâll-â
âsatoru!â a booming voice interrupted your endless spiral of thoughts as the two of you glanced upwards at the sound, âitâs been too long!âÂ
a man with hair as dark as night and a smile wider than any ocean had come up to your table. he was the first one to do so all night, but gojo didnât seem bothered by it. he seemed to smile, crescents forming around his eyes as he took his friend's hand.
âtoo long,â he emphasized with a charming grin, motioning to you and then back to the man in front of you as if he suddenly remembered the two of you and never met, âsuguru, this is my wife, y/n. y/n, this is one of my oldest friends.âÂ
you extended your hand outwards and the man, suguru, took it, placing a soft kiss on the back of it as he shot you a playful smile. he wasnât at the wedding, but then yet again, it was a rather quick one. the only people who had attended were your families.Â
âitâs a pleasure to meet you.â he greeted, and you nodded in agreement, sitting back down next to gojo. you felt his long fingers reach for yours, enveloping your hand in his as your heart sputtered at the touch.Â
âlikewise,â you answered and the man grinned politely before he slightly tilted his head, looking at the two of you sitting next to each other.Â
âheâs not bothering you, is he? i know satoru can be fiendish when he wants to be, so call for me and iâll take care of him.â he teased and you could only smile tightly and laugh along, gojoâs fingers slightly tightening around yours as he moved your hand to rest on his thigh.Â
âi can take care of him when heâs fiendish. i just have to take the sugar away, right?â suguru snorted and gojo glared, but it was playful the way he looked at you.Â
his hands were warmer than you would have expected. you could feel the indents of calluses on his fingertips, could feel his thumb moving back and forth on your skin in a calming sort of manner. he didnât look over at you as he did it, playing it off as second nature.Â
âi apologize for not having much time to get to know you, but i have something i need to talk to gojo about. would you mind? it will only take a minute?â he asked, and gojo let go of your hand at the time of his friend's voice. you had to control your urge to roll your eyes, shifting in your seat as you motioned for suguru to talk to your husband, watching as he stood from his seat, leaving with the man as they went somewhere a little more secluded.Â
you watched as gojo leaned down to hear whatever it was that suguru was whispering in his ear, pulling back with a frown on his face. he snapped something that only caused suguru to reel back, cast a quick glance at you, and then shake his head in clear annoyance.Â
you saw gojo look up, his eyes landing on somebody from across the room, and you followed his stare, only to land on a girl.Â
she wore a dark yellow tunic and skirt, colors from a neighboring clan. you hadnât seen her before, but that didnât mean she wasnât known. just one look at the men surrounding her and you could pick up on their lovesick expressions.Â
she motioned for gojo to come to her with a bend of her finger, slyly brushing her hair out of her face to make it look as though it was nothing, exiting from the dining area and vanishing into one of the halls.Â
you looked down in case either of the men glanced over to see if you were staring. your eyes pierced through the meat on your plate, bile rising up your throat.Â
you gave yourself some time, counting up to a minute before you looked back to where suguru and gojo were, finding suguru standing alone. you looked at where the girl was and saw a flash of white hair before it disappeared, your heart sinking as you glanced back at suguru, only to find him looking at you.Â
you looked back at your plate, picking up a knife and fork as you stabbed the meat. you couldnât keep anything down but itâs best to pretend.
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gojo didnât return until half an hour later, and you refused to talk to him.Â
âdid anybody bombast you with questions?â he teased, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. he didnât seem to pick up on your darkened mood as your fingers dug into your dress.Â
âi had a woman ask me if you had disappeared with your mistress, but that was it.â you remarked, silence filling the void between the two of you and you realized that all you had thought of him was crumbling down.Â
you didnât care for your image anymore, giving curt answers to any questions somebody had asked. you could feel his stare on the side of your face but you didnât humor him in looking over, focusing on your plate instead.Â
so what if he was seeing somebody else? you would have been naive to think that he wouldnât wander. the two of you barely touched each other.Â
once all the guests had left over the course of the following days, you did everything you could to steer away from gojo.Â
you no longer came down for breakfast or dinner, choosing to eat in your own quarters. if he wanted to have his own secrets, he could do whatever he pleased.Â
though you rarely saw suguru after the feast, he did try to talk to you the morning after it took place. he cornered you after you had left from breakfast, his once playful demeanor turned serious as you tried your best to end the conversation.Â
âwhat you saw last night-â
âis none of my business,â you finished, raising your hand as you cut him off, âif gojo has his own private matters to deal with, iâm indifferent to them all.âÂ
âyou know thatâs not what it was.â his hand hovered over your arm, careful not to touch you but not wanting you to leave either.Â
âi ruined his life, didnât i?â you tilted your head a bit in questioning. after all, thatâs all you could hear from the women who gossiped as they folded the laundry, or behind the hands of the girls who watched you and gojo interact and the mothers who wanted their daughters to be set up with him only sneered at you from across the tables.Â
âyouâŚwhereâd you get that from?â his brows scrunched together in confusion as you scoffed, hoping he couldnât see the tears welling in the corner of your eyes at the sting of your own words.Â
âi can see it on his face. if gojo wants to have his own affairs, he can have them. itâs not like weâre in love. hopefully, i find my own way out so that the two of us look happier and this marriage looks somewhat presentable to the public.âÂ
you didnât want to see the look on his face, but youâre sure he reported this all back to gojo because he didnât look at you once after it.Â
you heard from a maid a week later that he was gone for another meeting with a clan, a southern one from what you picked up, and that you should probably go and wish him some luck.Â
leading up to the night of his departure you anxiously paced around your room, your feet padding on the floor as your nightgown swished behind you.Â
you hadnât talked to gojo at all that day, and purposefully so.Â
it was petty, you know it was, to not want to see him, but a part of you still aches when you look back on that night. at how he didnât explain where he was even after you asked, at how it was suguru he had sent to fix his dirty work for him.Â
ây/n?â a muffled voice came from outside your door.Â
your head shot up at the familiar sound, quietly dragging yourself out from your bed as you grabbed the candle, hovering on the other side as you waited for him to say something else.Â
âare you awake?â you heard a soft thud from his side, almost as if his head or arm had hit the door.Â
you didnât answer, still, waiting.Â
âiâm leaving tomorrow and i wanted to see you before i left.â your heart skipped at his words, careful not to make a sound as you near the door.Â
âif youâre sleeping i wonât bother you anymore but if youâre not,â you could hear the old stutter he had coming back, his words meshing together as he tried to regain control, âand youâre choosing to stay quiet, iâŚâ he sighed, his forehead thumping down as he rested it on the door, âi wanted to apologize for the feast. i shouldnât have left you alone, and if youâd open the door, i would explain whyâŚâ he could see the flicker of the candle from underneath the crack, and saw the way it blew away, darkness following suit.Â
you walked back to your bed, turning your back to the door as you set the candle down on your table.Â
âgoodnight,â his voice was quieter than before, and you felt guilty, but pushed the bitter feeling down.
a couple of seconds later you heard him let out a sigh of defeat, his footsteps leading away from your bedroom as you curled into yourself, hoping you would let your heart stop taking control of what your head should be doing.Â
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gojo didnât return for a while, and you grew more impatient by the day.Â
it normally took him and his men a week at maximum, and once two had passed, you felt yourself growing uneasy.Â
you tried to act as passive as you could, but even myra could pick up on your growing apprehension. you have never voiced your worries over your husband before, but she knew this wasnât like any other time.Â
when you went to bed, the only thing you could dream about was that night, your brain re-running the images as you tossed and turned.Â
âare you alright?â he asked, his hands on your elbows as you could barely speak, your blurry vision impairing your sight. you could only see a mop of white in the darkness, your stomach betraying you as you tried to keep the sick down.Â
âi donât feel too good,â you mumbled, trying to put some distance between the two of you as you pushed him away, only to feel him coming closer as he placed a hand on your forehead and then to your cheeks.Â
âyouâre burning up,â he muttered under his breath, guiding you gently so that you wouldnât trip over your feet.Â
âiâm sorry, you can go back inside, i donât want to keep you out here.â you were slurring your words as you tried not to throw up on him. you wiped at your eyes so that you could see him better, only to reel back in utter shock to see the face of your childhood friend frowning down at you.Â
your mouth formed in the shape of his name, going to say something else, before you hunched over, feeling his strong hands pat your back and keep the hair out of your face as you felt your world tilt on its axis.Â
you ate your dinner at the table, eyeing his empty seat as you tried to shove his last night out of your mind. you shouldnât feel this way, especially about a man who feels nothing towards you, but your little heart was churning in its confines the more you let yourself think about it.
sitting in the same spot where the feast took place only brought back the venomous taste in your mouth, and so you pretended that you were back home, eating somewhere without the worry of your life weighing you down like a thousand weights on your shoulders.Â
myra tried her best to distract you, but she could see the distant look in your eyes, how your voice never seemed too genuine. she began to worry for you, but it seemed like your mind was fixed on one thing.Â
until you found yourself pacing around your room, just like you were the night you last heard of him, playing with the ring on your finger as the moon carded through your window.Â
âmy lady,â you heard myra through the door, her voice shaky and a bit more on edge than usual, âthereâs-â but before she could finish it slammed open, revealing the man youâd been biting your nails over, standing in the flesh.
his eyes were a dark blue, squinted as they looked right through you. his chest heaved as he looked like he was trying to catch his breath. you could see the streaks of blood that lined his usually clean clothes, the red that stained his cheeks and jaw.Â
he looked feral, and it was throwing you off balance.Â
âout.â he snapped at myra, and before you could scold him for his tone she fled, the door shutting roughly behind her.Â
the two of you could only stare at each other. you didnât know what to think after weeks of uselessly worrying over him, not knowing about his well-being, to see him here, in front of you, but looking different than he ever had.Â
âare you alright?âÂ
you could barely get it out, the works sticking on your tongue as you took a tentative step forward, not knowing what to do with his state of being.Â
he eyed the blood on his shirt, wiping at his cheeks as if he had forgotten it was there. he didnât look too dirty, less dirty than one would expect from a five week endeavor through the woods, but he didnât look too good either.Â
âyou were awake.â is all he says, his chest still moving up and down as though he couldnât breathe properly.Â
âthat night i came by, you were awake. i saw your candle, i heard your footsteps.â he says this as though itâs fighting its way out of his mouth as if itâs all he could think about to tell you.Â
âi,â you pretend that you donât care, shrugging, âi wasnât up to talk.âÂ
âyou were with suguru.â he snaps, his tone shocking you, and he steps back as if he had shocked himself. he jammed his palms into his eyes, tilting his head upwards before he looked back at you.Â
âfor five weeks you were all i could think about. i wanted to come back, i wanted to tell you what i felt but we kept running into issues with other tribes and clans.âÂ
âwhat could you possibly think about that occupied your mind for five weeks?â you so desperately wanted your voice to come out strong but it sounded weak, as though you were hanging off of his every syllable.Â
âyou had told suguru that you were going to find yourâŚown way out,â he took a step forward, and here you could see the scratches on his chest, the cuts on his arms, âi was praying to every god there was that you hadnât found somebody in these past weeks, that you hadnâtâŚâ
you could barely believe his words, not knowing if you should feel offended, shocked, worried, or a mix of all those three.Â
âwhat business would it be to you if i did?â you hate that this was the response you settled on. hurt flashed across his face but he tried to regain his composure.Â
âyou are my wife-â
âand you are my husband!â you snapped and watched as he was momentarily taken aback by your outburst, but you continued your nose flaring, âyou cannot argue with me on this when you left with some girl in the middle of our feast!â you felt all your emotions finally pouring out and you had no control over them, âeverybody was talking about it, everybody was looking at me in pity!â your voice cracked, tears poking at your eyes as you pointed an accusatory finger at him.Â
gojo looked down, running a hand through his hair as he pointed a finger back.Â
âif you had let me explain myself, you would have known that she was trying to do what you thought she was. i left as quickly as i could but you would barely look at me!â you wanted to rip your hair out, cursing yourself for ever feeling any sort of worry for this man.Â
âi know that this marriage was the last thing you wanted but at least you could play the part of a husband! you didnât send a single note, anything to tell us that you were okay, that you were alive!â you heaved, fidgeting with your ring as you wiped at your cheeks, âand you come back here accusing me of adultery? all everybody could talk about was the fact that you were warming somebody elseâs bed! they said a meeting never takes this long unless somethingâŚsomebody else comes up.â your voice wobbles at the end, and you find yourself furiously rubbing your tears away, hiding your sniffing as though that would do anything. Â
he paused upon seeing you cry, his face falling as he tried to step forward but you angled yourself away from him, hoping heâd get the hint.Â
he wanted to hold you, to tell you that all the rumors you were hearing were false and that the only room he had left in his heart was for you. but he couldnât blame you for feeling or thinking this way. hell, he was so sure that heâd open the door to find another man comforting you that he didnât even stop to consider what must have been going through your head all these weeks.Â
âone of the clans tried to attack us, and we werenât ready for it. that is why we took so long.âÂ
you sniffle again, not caring for his explanation although it did soothe a part of your past self.Â
âyou could have at least sent a letter telling me what happened,â you fidget with your ring, your thumb running over the diamond, âeverybody asked me questions that i should have had answers to, but i had no idea where you were or what you were doingâŚâ he nods, his lips pressed into a thin line as he agreed with you.Â
âyou're right,â his voice was thick with emotion, the words slurring in his mouth as he found himself anchored in place, not knowing what to do. but you were rambling, your thoughts going on and on and you couldnât stop yourself.Â
ââŚbut i know you donât like letters, so the least you could have done was send a parchment saying iâm alive or something like that.â you rub at your nose again, feeling like all the weeks of worry weâre coming to a standpoint.Â
he looked confused now, if anything, and scratched at his jaw.Â
âwhat do you mean?âÂ
you scoff at the audacity, rolling your eyes as you feel anger prickle at your skin.Â
âyou never once responded to any of my letters. in my eyes, that must mean you have some sort-â
âletters? what letters?âÂ
you glance at him, taking in his shaking form.Â
âcome on gojo,â you feel embarrassed as he urges you to speak, having to spell it out for him, his eyes pleading with you to continue, âthe ones from when you left for training.â
his mouth opens and then closes, looks at the ground and then back up to you as he shakes his head. you could hear your fireplace crackling in the background. the only sounds circling the room were the pops of ember and your breathing.Â
âiâŚâ he feels like thereâs cotton in his mouth, hoping that youâre lying, âi never got any letters.âÂ
the fire crackled once again and you could almost hear a pin drop as you shook your head vehemently at his statement.Â
ân-no, no you did. i wrote to you every week, i sent one every week for two years and you never responded and my mother said that you must have forgotten about meâŚâ and you trail off, the tears in your eyes stoning as he furiously wipes at his own eyes, and for the first time since you had seen him fall down when he was a kid, you saw his own tears staining his cheeks.Â
ânobody gave me your letters. i thought that you,â he takes a deep breath, tongue poking inside his cheek as he tried to control himself, âi thought that you didnât care for me anymore.âÂ
you hug your midsection, your emotions running wild at his words.Â
âi was under the impression that you hated me.â you admit, and he looks as though you stabbed him through the heart. if only others could see the powerful warrior now, stripped bare to his conscience and all he could think about was you.Â
âwhyâŚwhy would you think such a thing?â you two inch closer without knowing it, longing to touch each other, wanting to know that the other was really there and that this wasnât a figment of your imaginations.Â
âgojo, you could barely looked at me that night at the gala and now it seems as though you, well, look at you - youâre flushed!â youâre grasping at straws, motioning towards his face, twinged with pink as you rub at your nose, âyou seem angry whenever i am near-âÂ
âthe only person i am angry at is myself.â gojo whispers, but his voice echoed around the expanse of your skull.Â
âyes, iâm aware,â you feel cold despite the fire in the corner, your tone carrying an air of know as you scorn, âi know the last thing you expected by comforting me was a marriage but-âÂ
âyou think i am angry because i married you?â he was moving closer, his hands shaking, his eyes wet. you could see the ring on his finger glow in the dim light of the fireplace, how it shined brighter than any of the night skies, âthe only good thing that has happened to me these last few months was being able to introduce myself as your husband. i know that i stripped you bare of any love you may have had for any other man, but call me selfish for feeling glad that i did.âÂ
you could barely focus on what was happening, his words sinking deep into your skin, going to your bones.Â
âi told myself that you had forgotten about me those years i left. when i saw you that night i was so sure you had come with the intention of finding a suitor that i didnât want to distract you, but then i saw that man come up to youâŚâ and he couldnât finish, choking on his words as he stuttered, and you saw a glimpse of the boy you had fallen in love with so long ago.Â
âand i followed you out. if i knew that simply being alone with you would have gotten me married to you then i would have cornered you in a closet the moment i saw you enter the dining hall.âÂ
a tear rolls down your chin, splattering on the ground beneath you as you struggle to make sense of what he was saying. it felt as though the months of being married to him were weeks spent pacing around your own rooms, thinking the same worried thoughts, and not having the strength to confront each other about it.Â
âyouâŚyou donât hate me?â your voice is timid, almost not believing yourself as the statement tumbled out. gojo had the audacity to laugh a bit, shaking his head as strands of his hair fell into his face.Â
âmy every waking moment is spent thinking of you. when i was in training, you were all i could dream about, hoping that when iâd come home i could finally have you to myself.Â
âyou have control over my emotions, my mind, my soul, and i cursed myself for taking away your options for a husband, but the only thing iâve wanted to do these past few weeks was to hold you in my arms. to tell you just how deeply i yearn for your love back.âÂ
he wiped at his cheeks, glistening in the faint light. he looked angelic, despite the grime and blood that decorated his clothing. you didnât want to think about the men he had killed just to come back, to come back to you, and the thought of ever losing him hurt you more than when you spent nights wondering why he never responded to any of your letters.Â
you couldnât stop your feet from leading you toward him, and you could only watch as he met you in the middle, catching you with all his strength, holding you as if you weighed nothing, and it only took a few seconds before your lips collided.Â
it was rushed, and messy as you felt his hands holding you as if you carried the weight of the universe. your teeth clashed, your tears staining each other's skin as your hands gripped at his hair, using it for leverage as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, enjoying the whimper that escaped your lips when he nipped at yours.Â
it was what years of longing and desperation felt like. how it felt like you two just molded into each other as if your bodies were cut out with the other in mind. you felt like your heart was about to stop beating, and you knew gojo felt the same with the way heâd whine against your lips, wanting you more than you could have ever imagined.Â
âweâve been stupid people, havenât we?â you whispered as you pulled away, trying to catch your breath as he smiled against you. if only you knew just how much heâd been wanting to kiss you like this, to see your swollen lips as you looked at him from beneath your eyelashes. you were his venus, his only saving grace, and he could only vex himself for ever making you feel anything but love.Â
âvery, â he pressed a kiss to the corner of your eyes, âvery,â to your nose, âstupid,â his lips were on your cheeks, feeling like he was breathing in new air at the sound of your laughter, âpeople.â he pressed his lips to yours again, cherishing in the way you whined at the harshness.Â
he had spent months convincing himself that you no longer cared for him. weeks of perilous training to only come back to a bed and dream of a girl who didnât share his emotions when in reality you did. he wants to track down the letters you had sent him, to read every word carefully, as if each sentence carried its own riddle inside of it. he wanted to apologize for never having the honor of experiencing your skilled penmanship, for leading you to believe that he had simply forgotten about you.Â
âgojo,â your fingers curl in his tunic, your heat transferring, trying to be rational in such an irrational state of being, âyouâre bleeding, i should call for the doctor.â he didnât stop kissing your face, moving to your jaw as he smiled hearing you shudder.Â
âitâs not my blood,â he murmured and you wanted to smack him for how cocky he sounded, âand donât call me gojo.â he nipped at your lips again.Â
âhusband?â you found yourself smiling at the title, but he shook his head. you saw how he was trying to hide his own grin.Â
âsire?â you tested it out teasingly, hating how it sounded. he seemed to agree with the way he grimaced at the name.Â
âmy lord?â he wanted to bottle up your laughter forever, knowing he could get drunk off of the sound. his nose nudged up at your jaw, pressing wet kisses wherever he could.Â
âhmm, what about my liege?â you're curling a strand of his hair around your fingers letting him settle you down on your vanity as you spread your legs so he could slot between them.Â
âmy men call me that.â he says, cringing as it falls off your mouth. you pretend to think, not knowing how you were able to live without this banter for as long as you did.Â
âsatoru?â you felt breathless saying it after so long. but he still didnât seem to find it satisfactory enough, a pout on his lips as he wanted you to find a better one.Â
âclose, but only when youâre angry with me.â you tuck that information in the back of your mind for if you ever need to scold him, your cheeks flushed as he interlocks his fingers through yours.Â
ââtoruâŚ?â his lips broke into a giddy smile, and you had to control yourself as he swooped back in for a kiss. his eyes were so much softer when he laughed, the kind ones you fell in love with so many nights ago.Â
âthere it is,â his voice was husky, raw as your fingers gripped at the baby hairs at his nape. he was taking your air away with him and you couldnât find it in yourself to fight back for it.Â
âi forgot how cheeky you can be,â you bite your lip to keep the moans inside, feeling feverish as his tongue ran over his love marks, not knowing what to do yourself as you scrambled to grab onto something to keep you afloat.
âyou have no idea how much self-control itâs taken not to ravage you,â his breath is hot on your skin, and heâs tugging at your shirt, fingers slightly brushing upon your breasts, âevery night youâd come down for dinner i wanted something different to eat.â
âstoppp,â you mewled, not used to this. he chuckles as his slender fingers work to untie the knot keeping you together, tugging at the string until it falls, revealing your naked chest, heaving as the fabric pooled at your hips.Â
you wanted to cover yourself up under his heavy gaze, to take the fabric and hide, but you felt pierced by his stare. his eyes darted to yours as if checking to see if you were okay. when you gave him a timid nod, it seemed as though it prompted him to finally move.Â
his fingers were gentle as they ran across your waist, large as they covered the soft of your stomach, eager as they went upwards. he looked like he was crazed and starved, as if you were his last meal and he couldnât wait for the sweetness death would give.Â
your breath stuttered as his fingers found your mounds, rubbing a soothing thumb over your nipples as his pupils grew. he was eager as he flicked them over and over, a cheshire grin growing as they hardened under his touch.Â
âyouâre perfect,â he murmured, dropping down so he could suckle at your tits, his spit shining in the light of the fire, and you tilted your head back, soft moans escaping as his tongue drew circles around your buds.Â
âf-fuck, âtoru, thatâs,â you couldnât even finish your sentence, his second hand coming to cup your other tit, not wanting to leave her unattended as he sucked and bruised, wanting to forever leave his mark on your untainted skin.Â
âgood?â heâs so cocky, and you want to smack the smug smirk off his devilishly handsome face.Â
his knee is purposefully rubbing against your clothed clit, and you feel yourself subconsciously rubbing yourself against it. you hope that he canât feel how drenched you are from him just sucking your tits, but he pinches you, pressing his tongue flat against your skin as he looks up through his lashes.
âhorny from just me touching you?â heâs teasing you, itâs so painful the way you want, need him like oxygen. you tug on his hair roughly, bringing his spit-soaked lips back to yours as you bite down on his lower one, enjoying the groan you draw out from him.Â
âdonât be mean âtoru,â you taunt, and you feel him melt in your fingers, nodding to your request as he lowers himself down.Â
he presses wet kisses down your torso, stopping just above your hips, his fingers hooking along the rim of your underwear, being careful and slow in his movements as he waits for any objections, making sure youâre okay with this.Â
but you were in your own world, hitching your leg over his shoulders, drawing him in closer to you, sweat dotting your forehead as he licks a stripe over the cotton on your pussy, smiling to himself at the taste of you.Â
you were so sweet, sweeter than any desert heâd indulge himself on. he was sure that once he had a taste of you heâd be able to repent, to go before any god, and to tell them that you were his religion.
he had spent countless nights, tossing and turning in his bed, the only thing putting him to sleep being the idea of coming home to you. running after you that night was him running home to you, regardless of where you were. he was glad he got your hand in marriage, but if he had to, heâd wait another ten years just to hold you in his arms again.
he peels your underwear off, a string of your arousal connecting to it, and he tucks it in his pants, for safekeeping.Â
âyouâre going to be the death of me.â he says against your heat, his nose rubbing against your clit as your eyes wring shut in pleasure. his hands grip your thighs, making sure you stay in place as he kitten licks around where you need him the most.Â
âdonât letâŚdonât let any of your enemies hear,â your voice comes out in bits, your hand resting on the back of his head as your leg tightens around him, âdonât want them to come after me or something.âÂ
he snorts, pinching your thighs as if anybody could come within a ten feet radius of you without losing an eye.Â
his lips come closer to where you desperately want him, a finger prodding at your tight entrance, his tongue finding your clit as he begins to suck.Â
itâs all too much, the sensations far better than your own fingers have ever proved to be.Â
his fingers are skilled, long enough that they reach deep within you. he sinks one fully in, your walls clamping around him as he continues sucking your clit, his teeth grazing it every so often, making your head thump against the wall.Â
âtalk to me, how do you feel?â his mouth discontented from your bud and you whine at the loss. he sinks in another finger to make up for it, but he doesnât move them, waiting for your response.Â
ââs good,â one of your hands is fisting your discarded robe, trying to hold onto your senses as you desperately nod, âdonât stop âtoru, please,â and he obliges, loving the sounds of your begging, but loving the sound of your pleasures more.Â
his fingers stretch you open and you welcome the sting, your nails digging into him as you long for more.Â
he switches his mouth with his hand every now and then, his tongue taking the place of his fingers as it licks at you, groaning at your taste as he eats you out with his entire being, his chin shining with your essence and his spit as his thumb rubs furiously at your clit.Â
âmmhhh, just like that, fuck!â youâve never heard your voice at this pitch, never knew it was possible to feel this way. his other hand reaches up to flick at your nipple, the extra sensation making white dot around your vision.Â
you feel yourself getting closer to the sweet release, feel your wall clamp around him even tighter as that knot in your stomach builds to a crescendo.Â
âcome on, let go fâme, know you want to, know you can.â he spurs you on, his fingers unrelenting as they piston in and out of you, reaching that gummy spot that makes you go dumb.
âfuck, âtoru, mâgonna, mâgonna come!â you cry out and youâre sure anybody walking past you could hear the debauchery. your thighs were starting to shake and you felt it all go black as you reached your high, your orgasm washing over you unlike anything youâve ever felt.Â
you creamed around his fingers, gushing around him as you wailed out, tears dotting your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling. you squeezed around him, wanting to never lose what this felt like, trying to catch your breath as his mouth never stopped sucking at your nub before he was sure your climax was over.Â
when he finally pulled away the only thing that could be heard was the two of you, trying to come back down as stupid smiles made their way onto each of your faces.Â
he was boyishly charming as he stood in front of you, licking yourself off of his fingers as he grinned at the taste. you couldnât be bothered to be embarrassed after having him just between your legs, but you still felt a heat blossom in your chest.Â
âsoâŚâ you awkwardly start, sweat dripping down your face from just how hot the room had suddenly gotten as you avert your gaze, âwhat now?âÂ
he shrugged nonchalantly, despite the fact that his heart was about to beat itâs way out of his chest. you let him pick you off of the vanity and tucked you safely away into his chest as he led you to your bed, gently setting you down in your mountain of pillows and blankets as you felt sleep etch away at you.Â
âiâm going to clean you up,â he pressed a kiss to your hair, smiling at the way you giddy smiled at whatever he did, a dopey grin on your face as your hand searched for his, interlocking you fingers with his as if you didnât want to watch him go, âif you let me.âÂ
you yawn, your head tilting as he sat down at the edge of your bed, still not letting go of your hand as your fingers run through the soft pelts beneath you.Â
âand what about you?â your chin points the obvious hard-on growing in his pants. he looks down as if suddenly realizing, and he plays it off by looking back up to you with a wink. you felt your mouth going dry at the size of it, not knowing if you could even be able to take something as big as that.Â
âfor another day,â he promises, and youâre sure heâs not going to forget it. not like you want him to.
âand then?âÂ
your question lingers in the air. you donât want to wake up to him acting like this never happened, as if your feelings were only a figment of your wildest dreams. but his eyes hold onto yours, never letting go as he brushes some strays away from your face.Â
âand then i get a bigger bed for my room because thereâs no way iâm letting you sleep here alone after this.â his thumb runs along the palm of your hand, his fingers tracing patterns into the soft of your legs.Â
âand then?âÂ
âand then you tell me all the things i missed out on when i was gone. iâll tell you about the time suguru shaved my head, and youâll tell me about anything on your mind.âÂ
âwhat if i run out of things to say?â sleep is overtaking your voice, and youâre already nodding off, not even truly knowing what you were asking.Â
âthen iâll make up stories so that youâre not bored.â he finds a clean towel, soaking it in water from a nearby pitcher as he drags it slowly across your body, as if your fragile and made of porcelain.Â
âhow do i know youâre not a dream? you might just be,â you yawn, rubbing at your eyes as your finger traces his ring, âyou might just be my own mind tricking me.â your eyes are shutting, but the teasing smile on your face never leaves.Â
âbecause a dream wouldnât hide under a table with you if you asked.â he whispers, kissing your lips with a soft peck as he pulls the blanket over you, letting you sleep into a slumber as he crawls in next to you, holding you to his chest just as he did that night, just as he will every night from now on, and just as he longed for those nights he wished you next to him.
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Sanemi lashing out on his pregnant wife only to beg her for forgiveness later
Pairing: Sanemi x pregnant!reader
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Synopsis: Like every week, you find yourself on your way back from Shinobu's estate and your pregnancy check-up. Little did you know what horror awaits you at your own home with your husband almost killing two kids...
Warnings: Sanemi is mean in this one and I mean it, extreme hurt but also comfort in the end so don't worry, full Shinazugawa package regarding language and violence lol, not proofread because I have to leave now
Thank you sooo much for that cool request @itsmscoco and I'm sorry it took a while. I really hope you like what I came up with đ¤
You rub your minor belly. For a woman, a pregnancy should feel like a trip to heaven. After all, you are blessed with developing a child that is half you and half your husband. Oh, your beloved and surprisingly gentle husband who always makes sure that you get enough sleep, that you nutrition yourself properly. But even the wind hashira canât do a single thing against your constant sickness and pain.
âPlease try this out, (y/n). Donât hesitate to come here again if you need something else. You really have an unfortunate pregnancy when it comes to nauseaâ, Shinobu comments gently while giving your belly a little massage.
âDonât get me wrong, I am so excited about the honor of caring for a child in my own body. But honestly, Iâm so glad when this pregnancy is overâ, you huff while taking a deep breath in.
Please, donât vomit all over the insect pillar whoâs just trying to help. Youâve been here what feels like everyday since finding out youâre pregnant. Well, to be exact, Shinobu is the one who suggested that you might expect a child.
Because of your never-ending sickness.
âOh, thereâs nothing to get wrong at all! After all, your pregnancy is a rather difficult one. But Iâm sure Shinazugawa is taking good care of you!â
âHe definitely does. My husband is an angelâ, you reply in an instant.
You canât wait to go back home. Even though your sleep-drunken eyes wonât be able to stay open longer than maybe a few hours, even though you werenât able to catch a proper glimpse at Sanemiâs part in the on-going hashira training until now, you canât wait to go back home. Back into your estate, back into the arms of your beloved husband.
âNot quite the codename Iâd use for him, but thatâs just what love does, right? I will send a kakushi along with you. Otherwise, Shinazugawa might show up and threaten meâ, Shinobu jokes while helping you to get up.
âThank you for your help. Again.â
You pull the insect hashira into a deep hug. How lucky you should consider yourself for the opportunity to call Shinobu your friend, that Sanemi laid his eyes on you. Out of all the countless women around, the ones with faces like porcelain and bodies so well-formed you canât hold a candle against every single one of them. But still, he chose you.
âCome on, (y/n). Why are you crying?â, Shinobo whispers into your ear while rubbing small circles onto your back.
âIâm just a little overwhelmed from everything I guessâ, you mumble against her comforting shoulder.
Just a few months ago, you would have laughed at anyone who told you that your life would turn out like this. Of course, youâve lost countless good friends and family members on the way and living with a suborn husband like Sanemi isnât always easy. But somehow, the two of you always make it work.
Right?
-at the wind hashira estate-
âWe are almost there. Are you feeling alright?â
âOh, donât worry about me. Iâm just a little tired from walking, thatâs all!â
Truth is, your feet hurt like hell. Shinobu reported about women who donât even feel their baby until the second trimester. Why are your feet already swollen, your belly bloated, your guts constantly turning? And thereâs still so much ahead.
âLooks like Shinazugawa-sama received a new bunch of trainees after the other corps members all landed in Kocho-samaâs hospital wingâ, the kakushi next to you comments dryly.
âWas it really that bad?â
Of course you heard about the rather brutal training methods of your husband. After all, even the walls of his estate arenât thick enough to stop every single scream from reaching your ears. But stillâŚ
âIt was pretty bad. Some of the-â
Glass cracking. Screams from afar. Out of instinct, you pick up your pace until you dash towards your home, sweat now dripping from every pore. What happened? Is Sanemi alright? He wouldnât leash out on one of his students like that. Something must have happened. A demon? No, itâs still daytime. But what is it?
âHeâs back! Heâs back! That cold-blooded man! Lie down and pretend that youâve fainted!â, a blonde-haired boy screams while almost collapsing onto the floor.
âWhat are you talking about? Whatâs going on here?â, you press out.
Your lungs threaten to fail you, breath already tasting like pure iron.
Until your eyes find Genya.
Your guts twist and turn in every direction, almost force you to vomit all over the place. Genya shouldnât be here. Out of all people, it shouldnât be him. And whoâs the boy next to him. That familiar scar, youâve seen that boy before. Is it possible thatâŚ
âKamado Tanjiroâ, you breathe out.
Maybe that is even worse.
Your eyes dart around the area without an aim. Whereâs Sanemi? Did he find them already? They need to leave before he finds out that theyâre here, carry on with another hashira training.
âPlease stop now!â, Tanjiro suddenly shouts while stretching out his arm in defence.
An uneasy feeling crawls up your spine, the dark claws of sickening foreshadowing. All you can do is standing death still right where you are and watch in sheer horror as your husband stomps out of your estate motion.
Is that your husband you love and adore, though? You know how untamed he can get especially when getting confronted with his painful past. It was never easy for him to see Genya join the demon slayer corps or realize that his mother could have been saved like Tanjiroâs sister.
But never in your entire life have you seen him like this. The empty shell of your husband, muscles tensed to the maximum and his empty orbs directed towards the two boys in front of him.
In this very moment, youâd trust him to actually kill them.
âWhat are you going to do? Are you planning to kill Genya?â, Tanjiro continues passionately.
Your glossy orbs are set on your husband. Would he really do something like that? What if you witness the father of your unborn child taking the life of two other human beings? Your heart canât take it, knees threaten to fail you.
âHell no, Iâm not going to kill him. It would be easy enough to kill him, but since itâs against the rules and allâŚIâm going to ruin him beyond recovery!â
Until your blurry head finally makes a decision and allows your feet to run.
Straight towards the two boys.
Straight into the firing line.
Straight into the sight of your now maniac husband.
âYou wonât do any of these things, you hear me?â, you jeer at him with your new-found courage.
â(y/n)â, Genya breathes behind you.
âHow dare you to talk to innocent children like that, Sanemi?â
The man in front of you furrows his eyebrows, hands clenched into tight fists while taking a step towards you.
âGet lost. Right nowâ, he hisses through gritted teeth.
You swallow hard, all nerves now tingling in sheer horror. This is the first and last warning, without any doubt. The look on his stone-cold face tells you more than urgently that Sanemi isnât playing, that he doesnât want you here.
Maybe itâs best if you go back inside and pretend that nothing happened. He himself said that he wonât kill them, after allâŚ
âIâm not leavingâ, you bite back.
But that would mean leaving Genya alone. That would mean giving up all of your principles.
âWill you act out like this towards our child as well?â, you continue while growing bigger and bigger in front of the two boys.
He might be your husband, the love of your life. That doesnât mean youâll always have to do what he tells you, tough. Instinctively, you clench your hands into tight fists with your glossy eyes almost piercing through him. Enough is enough.
âIf our child acts as dumb as you do, I sure as hell will!â
Oh.
Your heart drops to the floor when a nauseous wave of agony hits you with full force. Sanemi is and has always been a hot-headed man who never thought twice about the things he said. But never, not even once in your entire relationship he insulted you.
Until now.
âIs this really how you feel about me? We should support each other, you should listen to me as well as-â
âSpare me with that bullshit, (y/n)â, Sanemi spits at you.
âGet.out.of.the.way. Canât you hear me?â
Itâs like you stop living for a moment. All this time, you did your best to understand him and his grief. Everything Sanemi does comes with a logical reason behind it, even though itâs hard to see from time to time. But lashing out at you like that?
âStop being so disrespectful to me right now. I am your wife-â
âRight now, youâre my problemâ, he jeers back.
âAnd now get off my sight and let me finish this real quick-â
You donât know what made you act the way you just did. Was it his cruel behaviour, the way his words cut through your heart like a thousand knives? Before your husband is even able to finish his sentence, your palm races towards his cheek with full force.
The world around you goes silent, frightful gazes glued onto you while you canât stop your tears from falling anymore.
âIs this how youâre acting around your pregnant wife by now, how youâll treat innocent children? If thatâs the live you chose, Iâm not a part of it anymoreâ, you hiss through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, the urge to get as far away from him as possible becomes unbearable. Your feet start sprinting towards the estate on your own, carry you into your now so empty-feeling bedroom.
And finally, you allow yourself to break down and cry.
Is this really the man you love, that youâd give your life for? Your shaky fingers caress your belly mindlessly.
You canât stay here. Not when Sanemi showed you a completely different face today. Not when this place doesnât feel like home anymore.
-a few hours later-
âFuck!â, Sanemi cries out on top of his lungs while dashing towards Obanai over and over.
Why canât he get your stupid words out of his mind? The way you stood there with tears in your eyes, how he was literally able to hear your heart crack when those damned words left his mouth. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, to drag you into the fuckery with his little brother and that Kamado boy.
But why did he say all those dumb things, then?
âYou seem off, Shinazugawaâ, Obanai comments dryly, hitting the wind hashira with full force again.
âI guess I fucked upâ, Sanemi mumbles.
What if you wonât forgive him for today? Your last words haunt him since the moment you left him standing in the rain.
âI bet you can talk your way out of it-â
âHell nah. I donât think she wants to see me tonight.â
âDid you ask her, though?â
âWho the hell do you think you are anyway? Youâre the one to talk, not able to confess your feelings to Mitsuriâ, Sanemi barks at the man next to him.
âBut yeah, maybe I should get goingâŚâ
Coming home never fuelled him with so much fright. What if youâre still angry at him, if you refuse to even talk to him? Or even worse, what if youâll really leave him?
Sanemiâs guts turn in an instant, feet now picking up their pace with every step. He canât lose you. Not you, the light of his life. Not when you are the only ray of sunshine in this rotting hell. What the hell did he do? The fact that he even raised his voice at you is unforgivable.
Finally, his fingers grab the door that leads to your shared bedroom, finally heâs able to make up for his mistakes of today-
His eyes widen in sheer horror.
Youâre gone.
Right there where your head should rest, thereâs absolutely nothing.
Panic starts rising up his chest, forces his heart down his throat.
Did you leave?
He yanks out of your shared room, eyes roaming around each and every corner of your estate. But you arenât there. You arenât here.
âMy lady is at the love hashiraâs estate.â
Sanemi darts up immediately, greeted by the oh so familiar voice of your personal crow.
âIs she fine, why did she-â
âWith all due respect, I suggest you to control yourself before making any more insensitive comments to my lady-â
âWho the hell do you even think you are you-â
âYour earlier spoken words really troubled her and my lady certainly does not deserve that.â
Without another word, your crow disappears into the darkness of night again.
Sanemi swallows hard. Fuck, did he really hurt you that badly? He never wanted you to feel bad, never wanted to hurt you. Damn, he only wanted to show Genya and that Kamado boy their places. It shouldnât have hit you. Out of all people, why did he have to hurt you?
âI need to tell herâ, he mumbles under his breath before dashing towards the love hashira estate.
-at Mitsuriâs-
âI canât believe Shinazugawa said something like this to you, (y/n)! You are super far away from being dumb, after all! Here, eat another pancake and stay as long as you want.â, Mitsuri babbles while handing you another plate.
Your dry eyes are barely able to stay open any longer. All the grief, explaining, fighting and crying did apparently really wear you out. Good for you Mitsuriâs estate is near by and you just know sheâll always open her arms for you.
âThank you so much for taking me in, Kanroji. I really donât deserve your kindnessâ, you sniffle.
âYou have to be joking, (y/n)! Itâs my duty as your friend to be there for you anytime you need me! And also, I-â
Three violent knocks on Mitsuriâs wooden door almost send you over the edge. Itâs past after midnight, the time closer to the morning than evening. Who would knock on Mitsuriâs door this late at night?
âDo you think thatâs a demon?â, you mutter in horror, both pairs of eyes set on the door.
âI donât think so. Letâs see!â
Before youâre able to stop Mitsuri, she rips open the door.
And reveals no other than your husband.
âSanemiâ, you breathe out.
Tears start swelling up your eyes in an instant when a flood of memories crushes you all over again. Just a few hours ago, your husband made very clear that he doesnât want to see you again anytime soon. How did he find out that youâre here?
â(y/n), can weâŚhave a talk?â, he mumbles with icy voice.
âDo you want to leave me?â, you blurt out.
âWhat?â
Is that really how you feel, what you think of him? That heâll turn his back on you after a fight? He did say all those nasty things to you, though.
âI think Iâm going out andâŚcook!â, Mitsuri announces while sprinting out of the door, leaving you alone in the room with all that tension and him.
Him, the man you love more than anything else in this world. And also him, who broke your heart like he never did before.
âYou have to be kidding meâ, Sanemi mutters under his breath.
You turn away before you lose your composure completely.
âWhy are you here, Sanemi?â
âDo you really think Iâm here to dump you!? You, my pregnant wife!? You canât be fucking serious about that!â
In the matter of seconds, you find yourself surrounded by his usual so comforting arms that now hurt like daggers against your skin.
âPlease, let me go, I canât do this ri-â
â(y/n), please.â
His suffocated voice forces your eyes to dart upwards.
Instantly, your heart drops to the floor.
Is this really your husband, crying against your shoulder while pressing your body against his?
âIâm sorry for all the shit Iâve said, Iâm sorry for making you feel this way. Iâd never leave you, not when Iâm even lucky for calling you mine. I shouldnât have dragged you into this, I justâŚI just canât stand themâŚâ
âSanemiâŚâ
âAnd I get that I donât deserve you and that Iâm a jerk for hurting you. I know you couldâve had every man you wanted-â
âSanemi!â, you snap at him, holding onto his face tightly.
âBut youâre the one I wantâ, you finally cry out.
âBut your words hurt me. Is this really how you feel about me? Do you really think Iâm a burden?â
âI was out of my fucking mind for saying that to you! Youâre my blessing, my everything, the sunshine in this rotting hell. YouâreâŚYouâre my wife, right?â
That innocent look on his now tear-soaked face runs shivers down your spine, reminds you that even though he acted out today, this man is still the Sanemi Shinazugawa you fell in love with years ago.
âI am your wifeâ, you press out before a new wave of tears haunts you down.
âIâm so sorry, (y/n). So so sorryâ, he mutters again and again while kissing every tear away that escapes your eyes.
âAnd Iâll never talk to you like that again, I promise.â
âWill you promise to not treat Tanjiro and Genya like that ever again too?â
Sanemi shifts his weight underneath you, his orbs growing hard again. Was this too much to ask for? No. Even though you love Sanemiâs rough side as well, he simply canât do something like this again. Not when youâre his wife, not when you are expecting his first very own child.
âI will. But only if these jerks leave me aloneâ, he grumbles before giving you a passionate kiss.
âThat might be manageable. I want to go home nowâŚâ
âNo problem, Iâll carry you-â
âYou really donât have to carry me-â
âOh, but I sure as hell will.â
âHAVE A GOOD NIGHT YOU TWO! AND DONâT ACT LIKE A JERK AGAIN, SHINAZUGAWA!â
âDid you have to tell her everything?â
âSheâs my friend, Sanemi. Of course I had to.â
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The biggest male privilege I have so far encountered is going to the doctor.
I lived as a woman for 35 years. I have a lifetime of chronic health issues including chronic pain, chronic fatigue, respiratory issues, and neurodivergence (autistic + ADHD). There's so much wrong with my body and brain that I have never dared to make a single list of it to show a doctor because I was so sure I would be sent directly to a psychologist specializing in hypochondria (sorry, "anxiety") without getting a single test done.
And I was right. Anytime I ever tried to bring up even one of my health issues, every doctor's initial reaction was, at best, to look at me with doubt. A raised eyebrow. A seemingly casual, offhand question about whether I'd ever been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder. Even female doctors!
We're not talking about super rare symptoms here either. Joint pain. Chronic joint pain since I was about 19 years old. Back pain. Trouble breathing. Allergy-like reactions to things that aren't typically allergens. Headaches. Brain fog. Severe insomnia. Sensitivity to cold and heat.
There's a lot more going on than that, but those were the things I thought I might be able to at least get some acknowledgement of. Some tests, at least. But 90% of the time I was told to go home, rest, take a few days off work, take some benzos (which they'd throw at me without hesitation), just chill out a bit, you'll be fine. Anxiety can cause all kinds of odd symptoms.
Anyone female-presenting reading this is surely nodding along. Yup, that's just how doctors are.
Except...
I started transitioning about 2.5 years ago. At this point I have a beard, male pattern baldness, a deep voice, and a flat chest. All of my doctors know that I'm trans because I still haven't managed to get all the paperwork legally changed, but when they look at me, even if they knew me as female at first, they see a man.
I knew men didn't face the same hurdles when it came to health care, but I had no idea it was this different.
The last time I saw my GP (a man, fairly young, 30s or so), I mentioned chronic pain, and he was concerned to see that it wasn't represented in my file. Previous doctors hadn't even bothered to write it down. He pushed his next appointment back to spend nearly an hour with me going through my entire body while I described every type of chronic pain I had, how long I'd had it, what causes I was aware of. He asked me if I had any theories as to why I had so much pain and looked at me with concerned expectation, hoping I might have a starting point for him. He immediately drew up referrals for pain specialists (a profession I didn't even know existed till that moment) and physical therapy. He said depending on how it goes, he may need to help me get on some degree of disability assistance from the government, since I obviously shouldn't be trying to work full-time under these circumstances.
Never a glimmer of doubt in his eye. Never did he so much as mention the word "anxiety".
There's also my psychiatrist. He diagnosed me with ADHD last year (meeting me as a man from the start, though he knew I was trans). He never doubted my symptoms or medical history. He also took my pain and sleep issues seriously from the start and has been trying to help me find medications to help both those things while I go through the long process of seeing other specialists. I've had bad reactions to almost everything I've tried, because that's what always happens. Sometimes it seems like I'm allergic to the whole world.
And then, just a few days ago, the most shocking thing happened. I'd been wondering for a while if I might have a mast cell condition like MCAS, having read a lot of informative posts by @thebibliosphere which sounded a little too relatable. Another friend suggested it might explain some of my problems, so I decided to mention it to the psychiatrist, fully prepared to laugh it off. Yeah, a friend thinks I might have it, I'm not convinced though.
His response? That's an interesting theory. It would be difficult to test for especially in this country, but that's no reason not to try treatments and see if they are helpful. He adjusted his medication recommendations immediately based on this suggestion. He's researching an elimination diet to diagnose my food sensitivities.
I casually mentioned MCAS, something routinely dismissed by doctors with female patients, and he instantly took the possibility seriously.
That's it. I've reached peak male privilege. There is nothing else that could happen that could be more insane than that.
I literally keep having to hold myself back from apologizing or hedging or trying to frame my theories as someone else's idea lest I be dismissed as a hypochondriac. I told the doctor I'd like to make a big list of every health issue I have, diagnosed and undiagnosed, every theory I've been given or come up with myself, and every medication I've tried and my reactions to it - something I've never done because I knew for a fact no doctor would take me seriously if they saw such a list all at once. He said it was a good idea and could be very helpful.
Female-presenting people are of course not going to be surprised by any of this, but in my experience, male-presenting people often are. When you've never had a doctor scoff at you, laugh at you, literally say "I won't consider that possibility until you've been cleared by a psychologist" for the most mundane of health problems, it might be hard to imagine just how demoralizing it is. How scary it becomes going to the doctor. How you can internalize the idea that you're just imagining things, making a big deal out of nothing.
Now that I'm visibly a man, all of my doctors are suddenly very concerned about the fact that I've been simply living like this for nearly four decades with no help. And I know how many women will have to go their whole lives never getting that help simply because of sexism in the medical field.
If you know a doctor, show them this story. Even if they are female. Even if they consider themselves leftists and feminists and allies. Ask them to really, truly, deep down, consider whether they really treat their male and female patients the same. Suggest that the next time they hear a valid complaint from a male patient, imagine they were a woman and consider whether you'd take it seriously. The next time they hear a frivolous-sounding complaint from a female patient, imagine they were a man and consider whether it would sound more credible.
It's hard to unlearn these biases. But it simply has to be done. I've lived both sides of this issue. And every doctor insists they treat their male and female patients the same. But some of the doctors astonished that I didn't get better care in the past are the same doctors who dismissed me before.
I'm glad I'm getting the care I need, even if it is several decades late. And I'm angry that it took so long. And I'm furious that most female-presenting people will never have this chance.
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