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For the Monkey!reader wanting to travel away from flower fruit mountain, may we ask how that whole conversation went down? Like what Wukong and Macaque were thinking right then and there, what they did to stop reader from leaving.
I accidently went out of order đ
but hey, I hope you all like this ask!
"Goodbye" - though she's never actually able to sat goodbye.
Macaque and Wukong Pov of Monkey!Reader leaving, okay let's go!
Three days, it had been three days since Macaque and Wukong had their fight. Macaque still had a bruise on his back while Wukong had a bruise on his chest. And to think it was over something so- agreeable. They both agreed on the same thing and fought over it! Macaque wanted to laugh at his own stupidity.
"How's your back?" Wukong spoke up, his eyes drifting to him mate who was laying on his stomach in their nest.
Macaque glanced at him and smirked, he had such a look on his face, a look of guilt. Something that he didn't tend to have, "It's fine. I swear you're the only one who would be able to actually break my back." He stuck his tongue out teasing him even though he wasn't being sexual.
Wukong's face burned almost instantly and he sat up in the nest. His tail swishing back and forth as he sat up. He felt bad about the fight, he hurt his mate over some stupid argument. An argument that would have been so easily solved if they had only talked to each other without him throwing a punch.
Macaqueâs words definitely made it harder, Wukong had broken two of the bones in his spine. If he had been mortal- No they were both two times immortal now. Besides Macaque had broken two of his ribs. So it was fair...
"I'm sorry," Macaque muttered taking Wukong's hand in his own, a smile on his face.
He was over being mad about it, they had both spent the first day being mad at each other. Until... Reader talked to them, she begged them to forgive each other even though she didn't know why they were fighting. She looked so heartbroken when they were fighting, so innocent and naive about what they were fighting about. Completely unaware that they were fighting about her~
He couldn't believe that he actually thought Wukong was going to leave him for her. No he should have known better, he supposed the alcohol was partially to blame. Drinking when he was already annoyed at his mate's careless words. All he did was give her a hug, a farewell one at that as she went home.
"I'm sorry too, you know I love you. I love you so much," Wukong said leaning down and giving Macaque several kisses on the face.
"My love are you going soft on me?" Macaque purred with a snap of his teeth teasingly.
Wukong grinned his tail wagging as he nuzzled his face. A smile that didn't leave his face until there was a knock on the door. Letting out a low groan he turned to the door and debated. His people were important to him, but sometimes he just wanted a moment alone. Before he could send whoever it was away, Macaque piped up cheerfully.
"Come in Reader," Wukong froze, he nearly sent his darling away!? Thankfully Macaque stopped such a dreadful mistake.
He couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face as Reader gently pushed open the door. You peaked inside your eyes cautiously looking at the two, you had been walking on eggshells since the fight. Having to pull several monkey demons away and seeing how much damage the two could cause must have scared you. Luckily with your interference no one was hurt. No one except for the two who were stupidly fighting.
"Hey, you two feeling okay?" You asked as you stepped inside a tray of cut up fruit in her hands.
Both Wukong and Macaque could feel their hearts swell at the sight, you were so sweet! Their darling was making sure they were okay after their fight. It was beautiful and endearing.
"Of course. A little scuffle isn't going to take us down!" Wukong boasted immediately taking some of the peaches that you so lovingly cut up.
Macaque pushed himself up and sat to take some plums. Reader had made sure to get only their favorites, this is why you were perfect. Perfect to be their beautiful and loving Queen. He couldn't wait to start planning the courtship, him and Wukong had started discussing a few ideas but nothing had become concrete yet. Mostly because it takes a few days to heal bones.
Because they were both twice immortal it took far less time than for any mere mortal. A very nice benefit of having such a reckless mate who decided to learn Taoism and break OUT of the Diyu. Macaque nearly wrung his neck for that one when he heard his mate was there in the first place.
"That's good to hear. Would you two like some tea? I can brew some up for you," your voice was calm and sweet as you spoke.
"No need, your company is enough," Wukong grinned causing you to chuckle sitting down at the edge of the nest, not inside of it but right outside.
Intruding on someone else's nest was heavily frown upon in the demon community, especially on Flower Fruit Mountian. The only ones allowed in one's nest were their cubs and lovers. It was an intimate thing, being allowed in someone else's nest.
And damn did Wukong and Macaque want to drag you into their nest. They wanted nothing more than for you to get nice and comfortable as you curled up between them. Macaque had to hit Wukong with his tail before he did something stupid.
Macaque sighed when Wukong let out a whine, his eyes on you as you tilted your head in confusion. It was so cute! Your fluffy fur swishing as you looked at them, your tail curling and unfurling beside you. You were dressed in a pretty pink hanfu that pooled on the ground, golden roses were embroidered into the fabric. A gift from Spirit's family. And you looked stunning in it.
How were they so lucky for you to come straight into their land. They didn't even have to convince you to come onto the island, no you came all by yourself. Albeit tagging along Spirit who was almost a pain in their ass.
Pushing the thought of Spirit constantly dragging you away from them the two concentrated on the present. Wukong munching on the peaches that you had for him, you even cut them into little rabbits. It was adorable, he almost felt bad eating them... almost.
"So what have you been up to? You normally don't come around for another hour," at least the last two days you hadn't. Macaque slightly narrowed his eyes when you looked to the side sheepishly. A hand on the back of your head as you looked anywhere but at them.
Just as you were about to speak, Wukong spoke up instead. "Not that we mind. We love having our favorite friend around. Seriously we love having you around."
Your entire posture stiffened for a moment before you looked at them. Wukong waited expectantly for you to tell them about what some cubs got into or how the older monkey demonesses did your hair or helped you learn some new fruit. You were blending in with their island so well, it made seeing you as their new mate all the easier.
"A-about that," those were words that neither monkey wanted to hear but neither moved as they waited for her to explain. She would explain and they would know they were worried for nothing-
"I'm going to be leaving soon. Spirit and I talked and we decided it's time to go back home," you said, your eyes finally looking towards the two at the end of your statement. You froze when you saw how their faces went dark.
"No," Macaque was the first to speak.
You looked confused, "Yes? I'm going home with Spirit. I'll come visit sometimes but this isn't MY home. You know? I never planned to stay here from the beginning."
"You can't leave," Wukong's voice was barely a whisper.
"What?-" you couldn't finish your words as you were suddenly dragged into the nest, Wukongs tail wrapped around yours as his arms circled your waist.
"No, no, no, you're not leaving us. We finally agreed darling. We want you here, this IS your home, this is where you belong, with US," Wukong almost shouted as he curled around you.
Your hands instinctively tried to push him away by his chest but it didn't work, he was a stone monkey for a reason. While you weren't a weak demon there was no way you could push him away when he didn't want you to. Even knowing this you still tried.
âWhat are you talking about!?â You growled, you didnât like being crowded, you didnât like being STUCK. âMacaque can you get him off-â
âNo, Iâm sorry but heâs right,â Macaque replied and as he did his own tail wrapped around yours and he nuzzled his face against yours.
âWhatâs going on??â You snapped back only for Wukong to growl lowly.
A shiver ran down your spine at the sound. No one wanted The Monkey King to be mad at them, not even other monkey demons. You looked up at him with wide fearful eyes, your hands and arms pressed against his chest from his tight hold.
âWe were going to wait to tell you. We still have so many things to plan before hand but-,â Macaque debated on what to say. He was going to tell you. He just needed to think for a second, however his King beat him to the punch.
âWe love you, youâre going to be our Queen, our MATE, so you canât leave,â Wukong growled into your ear as he pulled you closer letting himself fall onto the nest.
âAhhh!â you shrieked as he hit the pillows. Another set of arms wrapped around your waist. âH-hold on I never agreed to this-â
âMate~ our precious mate. We love you,â Wukong purred nuzzling against your neck, your neck that was bare and unmarked.
âI-â
âWe arenât going to let you leave. You are ours from the moment you came here till the end of time,â Macaque muttered in your ear giving it a light nip.
Red heat burned through you in an instant, this was no happening. There was no way that this was happening. You opened your mouth to speak again only to let out a squeak when you felt teeth graze against your furry neck. Panic set in and your breathing quickened.
You struggled for a moment before you were able to shove your fist against Wukongâs chin. You forced his jaw up and his face away from your neck. In hindsight he had actually allowed it without any fuss. He was merely not letting you go. Not now! This was not happening! Heat pooled in your cheeks, they were joking right. There was no way that they felt that way for you. You were just a normal monkey demon who had followed your sister to their island.
âWe love you, youâre so precious to us,â Macaque purred as he snuggled into your back. âIâm sorry but we canât let you go. Not anymore, youâre far too precious our sweet love.â
Your eyes widened in fear as Wukong whispered in your ear, âyouâre not going anywhere. Youâll stay nice and safe on Flower Fruit Mountain. AS OUR QUEEN~â
So I'm going to be honest, they never get cursed in this version of the story. So it's just Monkie!Reader Au. I won't be putting it under the Cursed Warlords Tag anymore. Still a yandere au though.
#dead dove do not eat#sun wukong x macaque#yandere sun wukong#yandere macaque#shadowpeach x reader#macaque x reader#sun wukong x reader#shadowpeach#lego monkie kid fanfiction#monkie!reader au
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sometimes i get upset with myself for not being able to figure out how a puzzle is Supposed to be solved (or knowing how, but being unable to do it) and then other times i just have to be glad it's solved
#libra.txt#the 'wind guide' shrine in botw has been plaguing me for months now#i couldn't figure out how to get the bomb barrel across and blow up#and then. i realised. i had bomb arrows.#sure it's not how you're /supposed/ to solve it.#but it was way easier to deal with than. y'know. struggling and crying over not getting it across.#i 'cheat' my way through several shrines in this manner.#i have a ridiculous amount of fire arrows and so i have cheated many a shrine where you're supposed to aim through the lanterns or whatever#too bad!#i only have a handful of shrines left......#i have one shrine quest left. and three shrines that i've found but not solved#and then five more to find after that?#i'm sooo excited#oh and since i bought the dlc i can do the champions' ballad and trial of the sword too!#that'll be exciting :-)#i'm really bad at puzzle games but i love loz a lot! so!#it just means i can pour hours and hours into a game. lol
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For one of the shrine overworld puzzles I made a bridge out of 20 Zonai sleds. It worked!
national hero, I tried to make a 10 hard lava bridge to shortcut my way through the Fire Temple and I watched it crumble to pieces and into the lava so, so so many times :(
#thoughts#asks#totk#in the end I gave up and used a rocket and a balloon#I still have no idea how you're supposed to solve this puzzle#pretty sure I was meant to do something that wasn't this
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Jesus this family has mental illnesses
#like. you're trying your hardest to mediate a discussion and it's like a fucking mad house#I'm assigning all of you therapy and a communications class both for as long as it takes#there's issues here that won't be solved in any of these talks ever#also a full psychological evaluation#and like for some reason I learnt communication skills specifically for such matters of the feelings but like#god knows how#not from my parents that's for sure#probably from my former flatmate#and also just in general like. leftist can be a complete fucking pain about these things too#but it does tend to be better than elsewhere#but jesus fucking christ and I'm supposed to deal with this for 3 weeks?#tschau
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Breaking up is hard to do!
synopsis: breaking up with the jjk men.
âcharacters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami
âcontent: heavy angst, gaslighting(Gojo's), depression (Suguru's), mutual breakup(Nanami's)
âwc: 3.5k
Satoru Gojo
âYeah so then Yuji popped out of the crate and surprised them all! You should���ve seen it baby!â Satoru wheezes holding his stomach as he recalls the event from the day.
No matter how hard you try though, you can only muster a small smile.
It had become really hard to do much else recently. With the weight of the hundreds of tasks at work taking its toll. Satoru looks over at you, waiting for a laughâbut it doesnât come.
âHellooo? Everything alright princess?â He questions giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
âMhmm!â You nod.
He looks at you for another moment, unreadable expression on his face. Satoru shifts, clearly expecting more from you. âYou sure? Youâve been quiet tonight. Thatâs not like you,â he says, his voice still light, but thereâs a hint of curiosity now.
You try to hold back the frustration, but it bubbles up anyway. âIâm just tired, Satoru.â
âTired? Seriously?â he mutters, pulling his hand away. âYou work, what, a nine-to-five? You act like youâre running yourself into the ground.â
You blink, taken aback by his dismissive tone. âSatoru, itâs not just about the hours. Itâs everything piling up, andââ
âPiling up?â He cuts you off with a scoff, already reaching for his phone. âWhy didnât you just say something sooner? You know I couldâve hired someone to handle that for you. Iâve got the money. You shouldnât be stressing over... whatever this is.â
The words sting. You knew his mind would go there. It always doesâlike money could just make the exhaustion disappear, like hiring someone to take care of the smaller details would magically solve everything.
âItâs not about the money, Satoru.â you snap, trying to hold onto your patience. âI donât need someone else doing my job for me. I just... I need you to listen.â
He raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. âListen? What do you expect me to say? Youâre tired. I get it. But donât act like youâre drowning when I could have fixed this a long time ago. Hell, I couldâve bought you time off or flown you somewhere. You're sittin' here sulking like I canât take care of things.â
You clench your fists, the exhaustion now compounded by frustration. âItâs not about you fixing things, Satoru. Sometimes I just need supportânot your money.â
He stares at you, eyes narrowing. âRight. So you want to feel miserable instead of letting me help. Thatâs real smart, princess.â
Your heart pounds in your chest as you shove clothes into your bag, the sound of zippers and drawers slamming echoing through the room. You can feel Satoruâs presence behind you, hovering, but you donât stop. You canât. Not after that.
âC'mon, princess.â he says, his voice exasperated, like heâs the one who's supposed to be annoyed. âWhat are you doing? Where do you think youâre going?â
You donât answer, your hands moving faster, yanking more clothes off hangers, ignoring the sting behind your eyes. Youâre so angry you can barely breathe.
âIâll book us a trip,â Satoru tries again, a hint of desperation creeping into his usually arrogant tone. âHow about Paris? Weâll stay at that five-star hotel you like, the one with the private balcony. You love that place.â
Your jaw clenches. âThis isnât about a vacation, Satoru,â you snap, stuffing the last of your things into the bag. âItâs not about your money or your fancy hotels.â
âThen what is it about?â he shoots back, his voice rising with frustration. âYouâre acting like I havenât given you everything. "What more do you want?"
You freeze, bag halfway zipped, your body trembling as you turn to face him. His icy blue eyes are wide, confused, and maybe even a little hurt, but youâre beyond caring. âI want you to see me!â you shout, the words tearing out of you, louder than you intended. âI donât need you to throw money at the problem! I need you to actually understand what Iâm going through!â
Satoru stares at you, speechless for once. His mouth opens, but no words come out. He looks almost... shocked, like he canât comprehend that his money, his status, canât fix this. That he canât fix this.
âDo you even care?â you ask, your voice quieter now, but no less angry. âDo you care about how I feel? Or is it just easier for you to throw cash at me until I stop complaining?â
Heâs silent, his gaze hardening as he crosses his arms. âIâm trying to help. What else do you want me to do?â
âI want you to listen!â You throw your hands up in frustration, feeling more alone than ever. âI donât want your money. I donât want trips or fancy dinners. I want you to care about me, Satoru. Not just the idea of me.â
His lips press into a thin line, but he says nothing. The silence is louder than any of his words.
As your hand grips the doorknob, ready to leave, Satoruâs voice cuts through the silence, sharp and bitter.
âRight, run off to Shokoâs.â he scoffs, his arms crossed defensively. âYou always do this, donât you? The moment things get tough, you bolt. Guess itâs easier to complain to her than actually deal with me.â
His words hit you like a punch to the gut, stopping you in your tracks. You turn slowly to face him, disbelief clouding your vision. Heâs standing there, arms folded, arrogance in his posture.
âI always do this?â you repeat, your voice trembling with anger. âIâve stayed through everything, Satoru!"
âYouâre just like Suguru.â Satoru spits out, the words dripping with bitterness and desperation.
Your hand freezes on the handle. You werenât expecting that. Slowly, you turn to look at him, and the mask of arrogance has cracked. His eyes are wild, wide with something close to panic. âRunning away the moment things get hard,â he continues, his voice shaking slightly. âIs that it? Just gonna leave like he did?â
Your heart skips a beat, anger fading for a moment as something else stirs inside you. Youâve seen Satoru angry before, frustrated, even coldâbut this? This is different.
âThatâs not fair.â you say quietly, though the anger still simmers beneath the surface. âIâm not leaving because things are hard. Iâm leaving because youâre not listening.â
Satoruâs eyes narrow, his lips pressing into a hard line. Then he snaps, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade, sharp and cold. âWell, fine. Go. I survived him abandoning me, Iâll survive you too.â
His words sting, burning through the air with a finality that makes your breath hitch. Itâs a challenge, a defenseâhis way of masking the fear thatâs clawing at him from the inside out. Heâs pushing you away before you can leave, just like heâs done with everything else thatâs threatened to crack his carefully controlled world.
You stand there, frozen for a moment, staring at him as his walls rise higher, shutting you out. This is what itâs come to. Heâs too scared to let you in, too scared to admit that you leaving isnât something he can just surviveâthat itâs something that terrifies him.
But he wonât say it. He wonât ask you to stay.
And thatâs when you know.
Suguru Geto
You rest under the comfort of your blanket. How many days have you been in this bed? Three days? Four?Â
The world was just too much right now, and your room was the only security available. It had been a week since Suguru vanished without a word, leaving behind nothing but unanswered questions and broken trust. Principal Yagaâs words still echoed in your mindâa whole village slaughtered, his parents among the dead.Â
And not even a text.
You werenât sure if he was even alive, maybe it would be better if he wasnât. At least then you wouldnât have to come to terms with the fact that the love of your life was now a wanted killer.
You took another tissue from the box, blowing into it and tossing the crumpled mess into the garbage can.
Satoru hadnât responded either, was he okay? Did he know?
Your mind screamed for silence, for the thoughts to stop, but they kept coming, relentless.
âAngel?â
That voice⌠no it couldnât be. You lower the covers from your face.
It was
âHi baby...â his normally soothing voice does little to alleviate the ache in your chest.
âYouâŚâ your voice barely a whisper, threatening to break. âI thought you were dead.â
He moves closer, his footsteps barely making a sound on the floor, and you finally take him in. Despite everything, despite the horrors youâve been told, he looks⌠normal.
How could he look so much like the Suguru you knew, the Suguru you loved, when everything inside of you was shattered?
Was this the same man who held you close? Whispered sweet nothings in your earâpromised to protect you with his life?Â
âItâs me, (Y/N).â he says softly, his voice cutting through the silence as if he had read your thoughts.
The tenderness in his tone feels like a knife twisting in your chest. How could he say thatâso casually, so easily? Like everything was normal, like your world hadnât come crashing down around you. You blink, trying to force the tears back, trying to find the right words, but nothing comes.
âAre you?â your voice is small, barely more than a whisper. Doubt lingers in every syllable.
He doesnât respond to your question. Instead, his gaze softens, and without a word, he pulls the covers off of you. The cold air rushes over your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth you had buried yourself in, and for a moment you flinch, instinctively clutching the blanket before you let it slip from your fingers.
His eyes trace over your fragile form, and thereâs something in themâa flicker of sympathy, regret, evenâbut it doesnât change the fact that heâs the reason for your downward spiral. He knows it too. The weight of it presses on him, though he doesnât say a word. Instead, he moves with a gentleness you hadnât expected, sliding his arms under you and lifting you up as if you weighed nothing.
You want to protest, want to ask what he thinks heâs doing, but youâre too tired, too drained to fight. So you let him carry you. His arms are steady, and despite everything, you canât help but melt in his embrace.
He takes you into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the space as he sets you down gently. You can feel the cool tile under your feet as he kneels in front of the tub, turning the faucet on and testing the temperature.
You had so many things you wanted to say. You wanted to yell at him, curse him, ask him why. But you couldnât.
He dips his hand under the stream, adjusting the temperature until itâs just right. His movements are deliberate, methodical, as if this is the only way he knows how to show you any kind of care right now.
You stand there, numb and silent, watching him. The man who destroyed your world, now kneeling before you, acting as though he can piece it back together with something as simple as a bath. It feels absurd, almost cruel, but at the same time, you donât have the strength to stop him.
Suguru rises to his feet, his presence towering yet calm as he began to undress you. Gentle hands pulling his t-shirt off of you, the one you had been clinging onto for days.
His hands brush lightly against your skin as he lifts the shirt over your head, sending a shiver down your spine.
He had seen you in this state before, many times. But thisâŚ.this was different.
Suguru guides you to the shower, washing your body with a gentleness you missed so deeply.
You close your eyes, letting him take care of you, even though you donât understand why or how he can. The silence between you grows heavier with every passing second, filled with words unspoken and emotions too tangled to sort out.
Finally, you speak, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water. âWhy are you here, Suguru?â
His hand pauses for a moment, the washcloth resting against your skin. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, but when he answers, his voice is low, steady, like heâs speaking more to himself than to you.
âBecause IâŚ.I love youâ His voice almost too quiet, as if heâs afraid to say the words out loud.
âThen why, Suguru?â your voice trembles, almost breaking under the weight of your next words. âIs it true? You killed those people?â
The washcloth falls from his hand, splashing into the water as the silence between you deepens. He doesnât speak right away, and the hesitation in his silence is an answer in itself.
You swallow hard, the air thick with the weight of the truth you already know but canât bear to accept.
âThey were⌠in the way,â he finally admits, his voice low, almost hollow.
You step out of the shower, the warm water sliding off your skin in slow rivulets. Without thinking, you reach for the towel, wrapping it tightly around yourself like armor.
This isnât the man you loved, the one who spoke of protecting the weak, of valuing life. Yet, thereâs something so heartbreakingly familiar in the way he says itâlike a twisted version of the Suguru you knew, now wrapped in darkness.
âBut those were people, Suguru,â you say, your voice fragile, as if youâre trying to reach the man you once knew beneath the monster heâs become. âInnocent people. How could youâŚ?â
He takes a deep breath, stepping closer to you, his hand brushing against your skin, cold and distant. âBecause this world is broken.â he murmurs. âAnd I need to fix it. I had to do it. Canât you see that? Weâsorcerersâweâre meant for something greater. And they⌠they were holding us back.â
You shake your head, tears brimming in your eyes. âI donât understand, Suguru. I donât understand any of this.â
He steps closer, his hand cupping your face gently, as though trying to reassure you with his touch. "Come with me." he whispers, his voice softer now, pleading. âRun away with me. Together, we can build something new. You donât have to be a part of this broken world anymore. We can leave it all behind.â
Before you can respond, his lips press against yours, a kiss thatâs both gentle and urgent, as though heâs trying to pour every unsaid word, every plea, into this one moment. Itâs the Suguru you rememberâthe Suguru who once made you feel safe, loved.
But the reality of who heâs become crashes down on you.
You pull away, your hands pressed firmly against his chest, creating a wall between you. âNo.â you whisper, your voice breaking. âI canât.â
For a moment, Suguru just stands there, staring at you, his dark eyes searching yours for somethingâsome kind of understanding, some sign that youâll change your mind. His hand lingers on your cheek, his touch softer now, almost hesitant, as though heâs trying to hold on to whatever connection is left.
But then, slowly, he withdraws, his hand falling back to his side. He straightens up, his expression hardening as he steps away from you, giving you the space you so desperately need. The softness in his eyes fades, replaced by the cold determination youâve seen before.
âYouâll see,â he says, his voice quiet, but thereâs a sharp edge to it now. âOne day, youâll understand. When you see what Iâve seen, when you finally understand the truth about this worldâyouâll come around. I know you will.â
His words hang heavy in the air, and without another glance, he turns and walks toward the door, leaving you standing alone, trembling in the silence.
Nanami Kento
Kento was an honest man. There was nothing he ever kept from you. Other people might view him as a hard shell, but you could read him like a book.
So when he came to bed that night, holding you just a little tighter than usualâyou knew something was up.
You shifted slightly in his embrace, his grip tightening instinctively as if he feared you might slip away.
âKento?â you asked softly, your voice breaking the stillness of the room.Â
âIâve decided to talk to Gojo tomorrow.â he said quietly, his voice steady but with a hint of resolve. âI want to return to being a sorcerer.â
The words hung in the air, sinking into you like lead. You stiffened, a sharp sting blooming in your chest as you processed his decision.
âAre you seriously considering this?â Your voice trembled with a mix of hurt and disbelief. âYou know what that life entails. Youâve seen the consequences. Are you really willing to go back to that danger?â
Kentoâs silence was heavier than any response he could have given. His arms, though still holding you close, seemed distant now, as if they were reaching out from across a chasm of uncertainty.
âIâve thought it through,â he said finally, though his tone lacked the conviction he tried to project. âI need to do this for myself. I canât keep pretending Iâm satisfied with where I am.â
The last words echoed in your ears their weight sinking deep into your heart. âSo youâre not satisfied with me?â you whispered, barely able to speak past the knot forming in your throat.
Kentoâs eyes widened in shock. âNo, thatâs not what I meantââ
âThen what is it, Kento?â you demanded, frustration and hurt sharpening your words. âWe have something good here. You have a good job. You left Jujustu High for a reason! What about Haibaraââ
At the mention of Haibara, Kentoâs face hardened. His eyes, which had been searching for the right words, now burned with anger and frustration. âDonât.â
Your eyes widen at his tone. He sighs, trying to catch himself. âThisâŚisnât about him, or his fate. Itâs about my own path, my own choices. You think Iâm risking everything without knowing the cost?â
 âAnd what do you expect me to do, Kento?â Your voice cracked, raw emotion rising as you slid out of bed, unable to lie still any longer. âSit at home and worry about you? Not knowing if youâre going to come back in one piece? I canât live like that! I canât live every day with the fear that you might not come back, that you might be hurt or worse?â
The silence that followed was suffocating. You paced the room, your emotions boiling over, while Kento sat still, his gaze following you but offering no solace.
âYouâre asking me to accept a life where every day is a gamble with your safety!â You stopped, turning to face him, your chest heaving with emotion. âHow am I supposed to do that? How am I supposed to pretend everythingâs okay when the reality is that you might not come back to me? This isnât just about you, Kento. Itâs about us, our future!â
Kento ran a hand through his blond locks, frustration etched into every line of his face. âIâm not asking you to pretend itâs okay. Iâm asking you to understand that this is something I need to do for myself, even if it means risking everything.â
You blinked, tears blurring your vision as his words sank in. âAnd what if everything we have is the cost?â
The question lingered, echoing in the space between you. Kento rose from the bed, standing tall before you, but the weight of the moment seemed to bow his shoulders.
He stepped closer, his hands trembling slightly as they cupped your face. His eyes, filled with a deep sadness, searched yours, looking for understanding that he knew might never come. âI love you,â he said, his voice thick with emotion. âYou need to know that.â
You shook your head, your voice breaking. âBut that isnât enough⌠is it? It never will beâŚâ
There was a heavy silence between you, the weight of your words pressing down on both of you.
âI⌠canât watch you throw your life away, Kento.â
He took a deep breath, the sound heavy with resignation. "Then⌠weâve both made our decision."
His hands, which had held you with such tenderness, felt distant as you pulled away. You took a step back, a sob catching in your throat.
He opens his mouth, but no words come out with a trembling breath, he stepped forward and gently pulled you into his arms. The embrace was tender, filled with the weight of finality.
He buried his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent one last time as if trying to imprint it into his memory. The warmth of his body, once a comfort, now felt like a dagger in your chest.
âIâm sorry.â he whispered, his voice strained. The words were barely audible, but the sentiment hung heavy in the air.
Kento lingered for a moment, his hand sliding from your back to gently cup your face. His thumb brushed away the tear you hadnât realized had fallen, and his expression softened with a promise you werenât sure either of you could believe.
âIâll come back,â he whispered, his voice strained but resolute. âSomehow⌠Iâll find my way back to you. One day.â
You clung to him for a moment longer, feeling the ache of goodbye in every fiber of your being, before he slowly pulled away. Leaving you.
#kbwrites#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x reader#gojo satoru#nanami kento#geto suguru#jjk gojo#jjk geto#jjk nanami#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#nanami x reader#nanami x y/n#nanami x you#geto x reader#geto x you#geto x y/n#gojo angst#nanami angst#geto angst
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"So, and I can't believe I have to be the guy to point this out," Doc starts hesitantly.
"Terrible start! Go on," Cleo says.
"But you seem to be one of the only sane people left right now," Doc continues.
"Even more terrible, although I appreciate your delusion," Cleo says.
"And I have to--you know, if you're going to make fun of me for bringing you a problem maybe I just won't. I can solve it myself. I basically solved the moon thing myself," Doc says. "I am trying to be responsible before this turns into a whole thing."
"Doc, you came to me. Did you want anything that wasn't me making fun of you? Because you know, if so, I really feel bad for you. I already feel bad enough for you that you think you actually managed to do anything at all about the moon thing."
Doc throws his hands up. "I am trying to warn you the ocean is evil! It's important! This is important!"
"The deep sea being evil isn't new," Cleo starts, "I was building Atlantis last season--"
"It sent, sent, salmon people to kill me!"
Cleo stops. They look Doc in the eyes. They search for any signs of deception at all. It's a little hard to tell, on account of Doc only having one eye even capable of expressiveness, and his face being the opposite of human, but...
"What?" Cleo says dumbly.
"It was like, like, Beef and Skizz, they were crazy! They were talking about a giant fish and how I shouldn't defy it. And I was like, what is a Big Salmon? I don't know, man, but they're ocean mobsters. And then I started looking. It's not just them. It's not just them Cleo, it's everyone. The ocean, man, it's evil, it's getting everyone. I've, I've made a list. Grian. Have you looked at Grian lately?"
"I think if we were worried about every time Grian got possessed then we wouldn't have any free time," Cleo says hesitantly.
"Right, right, but it was supposed to be Demise. The killing each other, all of the killing each other. I thought, oh, that'll get it out of their systems. But it's not just him Cleo! It's--have you seen Gem? She's all, oh, I will build a boat. Oh, I'll provoke the creatures of the deep. And then. Do you know what I saw all of Team ZITS doing? Fishing!"
"Doc," Cleo says, increasingly concerned for him. He looks... disheveled.
"And not just fishing, oh no. They were standing in the water fishing! And Pearl! Have I mentioned that Pearl is dressing up as a salmon? I mentioned that, yes? The salmon Pearl?"
"You hadn't, unless that was the big fish thing," Cleo says.
"No, that was something different, I think Pearl is maybe a different salmon."
"Sure, okay, more than one salmon, that makes sense," Cleo says dryly.
"And everyone, they are fishing each other around the ocean, yes? Etho is in the ocean! XB is in the ocean! I think I saw Joe crawl out of the ocean earlier, he was all wet and haunted! Surely that is a sign the ocean is evil."
"No, he's just like that," Cleo says. "Also, I did the fishing rod thing too. I think it's just... normal fun."
"They're getting you too. My assessment that you're the sane one. I've said too much."
"I think you need sleep," Cleo says. "Doc, there isn't an ocean-based conspiracy. It's the start of the season. You know we're just like this."
"That's the thing, I can't sleep," Doc says. "I can't. I sleep and I see it. I see it, lurking beneath the waves. It's calling for me Cleo. It's calling. And when it calls, it seems so--kind. But then. But then! I wake up, and I remember the shape of it, and..."
Doc shudders and stops talking. Cleo looks at him a moment longer and then, like comforting a nervous animal, takes his shoulder.
"You should take a nap. It's the start of the season. You're over-stressing yourself. Too much too fast?" they say, as soothingly as possible.
"It's coming for us," Doc says. "It's coming. I don't want to ignore it this time, yes? What's coming for us. We should--we should--"
"Even if it is, Doc, I don't think we can fight the ocean. Come on. Maybe sleeping in my base will help reset your brain."
Doc shudders, but lets Cleo guide him inside. They watch until at last he falls asleep fitfully before shaking their head and sighing.
"A giant fish that was trying to kill him. Honestly. I don't know where he gets these things from. Always a conspiracy with him..."
They decide to go to Ren. Ren knows how to humor Doc. Surely they can get in their ridiculous games again, and Doc will forget all about this. Doc would enjoy the Ministry of Ministries. Maybe he can be an anarchist or something. That would be good for him.
Doc cries out in his sleep. Cleo turns to him.
Then again, they have this strange sinking feeling in their stomach. Doc's... awfully worked up.
But it's Doc.
Surely it's nothing.
#hermitcraft#docm77#zombiecleo#a bee fic#SO THE CONTINUED OBSESSION EVERYONE HAS WITH THE OCEAN HUH.#hermitfic
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I know it would probably be a logistical nightmare to also make this accessible to the actual people represented, but I think it would be cool to have a game where the whole point is that every character has different limitations, that make it impossible or at least incredibly difficult to get past the whole game without switching them every once in a while, and the way you switch is by going to another character and asking their help with something.
Like you start out the game with one character and go "oh huh, the colour sceme of this game is really cool, really interesting use of such a limited palette", play through the puzzles for a while, and then encounter something where you're supposed to arrange some slightly differently coloured puzzle pieces to the right order by shade or something, and it's goddamn impossible. No matter how many methods you try, it's just not clicking, no matter how logical your solutions seem, no matter how clearly they can't be arranged in any other way that'd make more sense.
And maybe you go online to ask people "hey I'm stuck in the colour puzzle, what the hell am I supposed to do to get past this?" and someone tells you to go find one of the other playable characters and ask for their help. Which sounds patronising and stupid but you're stuck so you might as well give it a try. You go to one of the other characters, choosing the dialogue option to go "hey I need a hand with something, I can't do this on my own", and when they go "sure, let's go", your controls now switch to the other character.
And the colour scheme switches immediately. The aesthetic limited palette has changed to a far wider range, there's details in the environment that you hadn't noticed, like the muted faint flowers on the ground are actually bright red, the greyish shirt that your first character was wearing is actually striped with orange and green. The first POV character is colourblind, this whole time you haven't been able to perceive the difference between green and red. Solving the colour arranging puzzle with the other character is a breeze.
And this is the repeating theme of the game - every character has their own limitations, and while none of the puzzles are easy, you learn to think "maybe I should ask someone to help me with this" whenever you've been stuck for an unreasonable amount of time. You need to grab a buddy along for the quests, or you'll need to go back to get one eventually, and the way the game is structured somehow ensures that you can't just tactically dodge the limitation puzzles beforehand. Deaf character's POV doesn't have the audio clues that different pieces of the same puzzle make a different clicking sound, the puzzle with garbled numbers on it stops being garbled when you're not playing the character with dyscalculia.
You slowly get to know the whole cast, and occasionally help them out with things, too. You know which character could probably help with something you're stuck with, but while they'd be glad to come help, they're unfortunately stuck doing some task that could take you 20 minutes but is going to take them all afternoon, and you can offer help. Sometimes the helping-a-buddy-out minigames don't come with any direct transactional reward, you can just help a friend with something just because you can.
And the game's whole goal isn't to just illustrate how different people have different strengths, and sometimes things that are easy for you are hard for someone else, and vice versa, but to condition the player to think "maybe I should just ask someone to help, instead of wasting time struggling on my own."
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A happier galaxy where the disaster lineage is somewhat less on fire constantly and senior padawan Obi-wan has developed a fixation on Mandalorians:
Sometimes Feemor regretted just how much he had given away when he had spent 5 expensive months bribing a traumatised Obi-wan to call him brother when he was 14. His dignity, for one, his access codes and shadow cloaking techniques, another. So he had a very dignified reaction when he was awoken to the shine of his younger brother's eyes in the dark at the foot of his bed. "I wou-stop screaming it's just me-I would like a Mandalorian. How do I procure one?"
"How the fuck should I know?"
Obi-wan scowled as if Feemor was being difficult, he wasn't, he wasn't quite awake enough for that yet. "You're a shadow, you're supposed to know things."
Ah, if being a shadow granted you the secrets of the universe instead of just a great many planetary governments, Feemor wouldn't spend so much time wondering what dark rituals Dooku had committed to result in Qui-gon Jinn. (He already knew what regular rituals Qui-gon had committed to result in Obi-wan)
"I know that I'm about to punt you out of my room right now."
"...My birthday is coming up, I believe I deserve compensation for all the traumas."
Obi-wan's eyes were very big now. Feemor sighed. He flopped back down into bed. He resisted the urge to pull his blankets back up and roll over. 'Oh sure when it's time to see mind healers everything's fine but now-'
"Shouldn't you be asking Master then?"
"Master would not approve of how I plan to use the Mandalorian."
He squinted at Obi-wan for a long moment. Obi-wan stared back. He did some quick mental maths and tried not to feel old. Eh. Fine. Feemor swung his legs out of bed. "You had me at 'Master wouldn't approve'."
"Do you think I could get one by walking into little Keldabe and asking very nicely?"
As it turns out, yes he could. A few too many in fact, apparently Jedi, their ancestral enemy, in the Mando district attracted attention, who knew? Feemor knew, Feemor would have known if only he had been properly awake when this semblence of a plan was proposed. He stalked through the cantina towards Obi-wan who was leaning slightly forwards against a pillar, ah...speaking, to a Mandalorian with painted orange armour while surrounded by a larger crowd of Mandos. At least they seem mostly amused. He ignored the youngers squawk as he yanked the back of his robes so that he moved away from the Mandalorian and spun him around.
"You cannot solve centuries of animosity by batting your eyelashes."
"I'm not batting my eyelashes " Obi-wan sniffed," I'm shaking my ass, there's decidedly more effort involved."
"I miss when I was an only child." Feemor sighed deeply. He used the force to scruff the neck of Obi-wan's robes and dangle him slightly in the air. He ignored the shouting from beside him and bowed politely to the staring Mandos. "My apologies for the disturbance, this will not happ-" He considered his brother who was now yelling out his personal comm code with a wink. " Please excuse us, this very probably will happen again, we shall workshop it. May the force be with you all."
I don't have a fully planned AU but it is Codywan!!! cause I love those bitches but have some more dialogue I came up with for this AU. I'm imagining them both as like 20-23, Obi's close to knighthood. He's still a padawan for this because I think him causing Qui-gon headaches is funny. Feemor fully thinks this complicated courtship dance Obi's created is funny, he likes studying his little brother like a bug, he just wasn't prepared for him to just waltz into little kelbade and start hitting on people, though he really should have been.
Hand wavy timeline with Jaster alive but the clones are still clones, Jango was kidnapped and held in stasis or something, Jaster claimed them as Mandos. This is really just about Obi's first and biggest diplomatic achivement being friendly Jedi-Mando relations purely cause he was in his thot era. This also somehow saves the galaxy from the sith.
I like to imagine that Cody's brothers recorded that little exchange between Fee and Obi on their helmets and uploaded it online where it went viral on MandoNet before going viral galaxywide because wait holy shit is that a Jedi saying that????. Qui-gon gets called in for a very weird meeting where the council's like ok so the entire holonet has seen your padawan being horny on main but also this is like the biggest jump in our diplomatic relationship with the Mandos in centuries so like can we keep this up somehow? This results in Obi-wan being holonet famous, first through vode recordings but then he starts a space tumblr and twitter account and he's famous now. Then his friends and other jedi start accounts because wait we're allowed to do that? and those become big as well and this is literally the best PR the jedi have had in hundreds of years. the holonet loves them. the sith are fuming.
Obi-wan, scoffing: What were they gonna do? Shoot me? Feemor: Yes. Obi-wan: I don't believe in blasters. Bly: ...like as a concept...? Obi-wan: No, spiritually.
Obi-wan: I'm sure there's a nice Mandalorian we can find for you Feemor: I'm not sure those 2 words belong together Obi-wan: No of course not, we can't find a nice one, then they'd be all alone, we need to find an absolute bastard of one so that you two match :)
Obi-wan: Oh so Master gets to take in pathetic life forms but I don't? This one's already domesticated! Wolffe: Debatable. Feemor: Cody's a person! Not a stray tooka! Obi-wan: Master takes in stray people all the time! That's how he got me!
Qui-gon: How do you explain this behaviour Padawan ? Obi-wan: The force pushed me towards the Mandalorians Master, it was quite insistent on me developing better relations with them given our difficult history. Feemor: Fascinating, please do elaborate, I'd love to hear the theological implications of a force-assigned kink.
#yes i will put jedi on social media into everything#i think early 20s menace obi wan with equally menace cody is so good#cody looks at this ginger twink and is like oh theres definitely something wrong with him but he amuses me so hes allowed to stay#cody: obi wan has 57 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces how can i not fuck him?#star wars#obi wan kenobi#feemor#codywan#commander cody#feemor and obi wan#jedi order#disaster lineage#star wars fic
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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 12 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Getting rid of Vanessa quickly is one problem to solve, but Bradley is afraid you'll also be ready to leave after the interruption. Tonight was supposed to be special after so many months of thinking about it. But even when things don't go as planned, he's beginning to see that you want to be around him as much as he needs to be around you.
Warnings: Fluff, angst, language, unprotected sex, smut, Bradley being sexy, 18+
Length: 3800 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader
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You were just across the room from Bradley, but it felt like you were miles away right now as he pulled his front door open a little wider to reveal Vanessa. She looked completely calm, as if she was supposed to be at his house. Like he hadn't dumped her months ago. She took a step closer, ready to walk right inside, and his stomach lurched.
"Fuck," he groaned, his face heating up with embarrassment as all of the desire he'd just been enjoying started to recede from his body. "What do you want?"
She already got her fucking water bottle back, so he had no idea how she was going to respond, but he was surprised to hear her say, "I wanted to see you."
Bradley blinked at her wordlessly. He had forgotten the details of her face as soon as he'd seen yours for the first time, and now he could barely remember any of the details of the time he'd spent with her at all. It seemed like a completely foreign concept that she was here to see him. "Why?" he blurted out, and she laughed in response.
"We ended things a little rough before you left, and I'll admit I could have handled it a bit better. But I did miss you while you were away. I wanted to show you how much."
She tried to shoulder her way through the door as he said, "Vanessa. I am so confused right now. We broke up."
"Okay, but now that you're back on dry land, we can both come to our senses."
She must have thought her words sounded reasonable, but they were making his skin crawl. He didn't want her at his house. The uncomfortable feeling was creeping in that he associated for so long with being taken advantage of. He wanted her to leave even as she smiled up at him and reached a hand out to let it rest on his chest.
"I did come to my senses, Vanessa. That's why I broke things off," he said, voice dry and raspy. He was terribly uncomfortable, and he was starting to panic when he felt a warmth at his side and a hand wrap around his bicep. Vanessa's eyes went wide as soon as she saw you, and the look on her face was so comical, Bradley almost laughed.
There was no way you didn't hear every word of their conversation, but you just gave him a little squeeze and smiled as you said, "I'm ready for you to come back to the couch now."
"Who is this?" Vanessa snapped with a tone of jealousy, which was rich coming from her. She was looking at you in disgust as Bradley tried to get his thoughts in order. Was it okay to call you his girlfriend? He was debating with himself, but it didn't even matter. You were already responding.Â
"I'm someone who actually cares about Bradley. You must be Vanessa. His ex." Your tone was even, but Vanessa's face started to turn red.
"You've been back for like three days," she muttered in response. "You sure moved on fast."
Bradley pinched the bridge of his nose. "I mentally moved on as soon as we broke up, Vanessa. Months ago. You picked up your water bottle. I've got nothing else for you here."
He was already embarrassed enough, and then she huffed and stomped her foot at him. Had he actually dated this woman? He had, and now you were witness to his mortification as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. "I was going to at least offer to blow you while you thought about where you wanted to take me for dinner tomorrow night, but you can just fuck off, Bradley."
His hand on the door finally sprung to action, and he started pushing it closed as he said, "Goodbye, Vanessa."
"Bye," you said, waving your free hand. You turned so the front of your body was pressed against the front of his as he locked his door once again. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he grunted in response, because there was really nothing else to say. He'd been daydreaming about this evening for so long, he should have known nothing would go right. "But I wouldn't blame you if you want to go home."
You started to tug on his arms as you shook your head. "The only place I want to go is back to your couch."
"Alright," he replied, cheeks absolutely burning with embarrassment. He couldn't decide if Vanessa was serious or if she just needed to get the last word in, but if she ruined his chances with you, he didn't know what he was going to do.
This time you settled down on the cushion next to him instead of on his lap. This was decidedly not where he thought he would be right now when you had your hands inside his shirt just a few minutes ago. "I'm sorry," he whispered before turning to look at you. "I had no idea she was going to show up. I never anticipated seeing her again, actually." When you reached for his hand in response, he swallowed hard.
"So... you met me through my letter right after you broke up with her?" you asked carefully.
There was no point in denying it. "Yeah. I broke things off shortly before I left home. Then a few weeks into my deployment, I got the first package from you and your kids. And I wasn't lying when I told you it changed everything for the better."
You sighed and kissed his scars, and Bradley's heart skipped around in his chest as you said, "I really had perfect timing, huh?"
"You're not upset?" he asked, holding your hand tighter. He didn't give a single fuck about his entitled ex; he just cared about you.
When you shook your head, your nose brushed along his stubble and the edge of his mustache. "Just annoyed that she tried to make you feel bad while simultaneously trying to get you back. Who does that?"
"Not you," he said easily, and he could feel you smile against his cheek.
"I'm hungry," you told him. "Let's eat pizza together. And then I'd like to get back to where we left off."
He pulled you onto his lap as he dug his phone out of his pocket. "Yeah?" he asked hopefully as you draped your arms around his neck.
"Yeah. You promised me the couch date ages ago, and I want the full experience."
He exhaled the breath he wasn't even aware he had been holding, and then he kissed you and asked, "What kind of pizza do you want, Gorgeous?"
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You were not that surprised that Vanessa showed up at Bradley's house. He was handsome and kind, and of course his ex would eventually realize how good she had it before she messed up. But she already had her chance with him, and you noticed right away how his demeanor changed as soon as he opened the door. The sweet way he'd been looking at you since the first time he called you over FaceTime was nothing like the way he looked at her. And now you got to witness how awful she was for yourself.
When there was another knock on the door, you looked up at his face from where you were snuggled up against his bicep holding his hand. He'd been more subdued for the past twenty minutes as you and he actually watched the movie you brought along with you. That was admittedly not something you thought was actually going to happen. But when he looked at you he smiled before leaning in for a kiss.
"That better be dinner this time," you muttered, ready to rocket off the couch if Vanessa dared to come back again.
He chuckled and said, "If it's not pizza, I'm slamming the door and coming right back."
He kissed you softly one last time before standing, and once you confirmed it really was the delivery driver, you went into the kitchen to grab some beers from his refrigerator. You found four different kinds along with another bottle of Prosecco and some seltzers. The kitchen itself was beautiful, and the window overlooked his small yard. You were about to start searching for a bottle opener when Bradley wrapped his arms around you from behind.Â
"I never did take you on a tour of my house," he murmured, rubbing his mustache along your cheek. "Now or after we eat?"
"Bradley," you laughed, and he just held you tighter. The kitchen smelled like pizza, and you could already hear his stomach growling. "You won't make it five more minutes without food."
"You're so right, Gorgeous," he replied, spinning you in his arms so you were facing him. That crooked smile was teasing at his lip as he said, "Thanks for not going home because of earlier. I think I would have been devastated if you left."
He seemed almost relieved as soon as he told you that. "It's going to take more to scare me off than your ex girlfriend, but if she comes back here again, I can't guarantee she'll leave without a black eye. I don't like how she was talking to you." The words were out of your mouth before you could really consider them, but Bradley looked even more relieved as that adorable smile warmed up all of his features. "Besides, this is my couch date. Mine and yours, and nobody else is going to fuck it up."
His smile grew as he pushed you back against the island with his hands on your hips. "I kind of like it when you say bad words," he whispered, his tongue darting out at the corner of his mouth. "Why is that so hot?"
"Because I'm a fucking elementary school teacher," you replied as innocently as you could without laughing, and you were rewarded with a kiss that let you know exactly how hot he thought your potty mouth was. Then he groaned as his stomach started growling louder. "You need to be fed."
He released your lips but tilted your chin up with his fingertips. "Right after dinner and some beers, I'm going to show you around, and then we're going to get right back to kissing."
You shrugged and said, "I kind of figured we'd be kissing while you showed me around."
"That's convenient, since I can't seem to stop." This time he kissed your neck before handing you paper plates. He piled one with two slices of pizza before you told him to stop, and then he piled four on the other plate after taking an enormous bite out of one. "Meet me on the couch?" he asked, patting your butt as you walked away. When you paused to glance back at him, he was still watching you. "I'll be right there," he promised.
You only had to sit on the couch alone for a few seconds, thinking about how badly you wanted him, before he joined you with two opened beers and a roll of paper towels. "Here you go, Baby," he muttered, handing over one of the bottles before dropping down on the couch at your side.Â
You watched his tall, muscular body as he reached for his stacked up plate of pizza slices and let it rest on his thigh before he draped his free arm around your shoulders and took another sip of beer. Somehow everything he did was graceful, but it was the way he turned to you, casually kissed your lips and said, "If you like this pizza place, we can order from there again," before folding a slice in half and devouring it that made you melt a little bit.
Of course you were going to want to order more pizza and have another couch date night. You took a bite, and the food was amazing. Bradley started man-spreading on the couch which made you have to snuggle in against him a little more. And then you were both taking sips from his bottle of beer since yours was on the coffee table, and you didn't want to move away from him to get it. And the movie was all but forgotten as the two of you started ranking the local pizza restaurants as he finished his fourth slice.
"I liked the pizza," you informed him as he reached for the roll of paper towels. "And I even like that you're using paper towels instead of napkins. It's oddly charming."
With a soft groan, he took the nearly empty beer bottle from your hand and set it aside. You squealed as he murmured, "Come here," and scooped you onto his lap before stretching out along the couch with his legs hanging over the arm. You were straddling his waist with your hands resting on his shoulders as he softly said, "I'll get you pizza or Thai food or Salvatore's as much as you want." His eyes were soft and sincere as he looked up at you and said, " I don't care. I love all of it. I love spending time with you."
When you leaned down to kiss him, your knee slipped, and you started laughing as he held you in place with his big hands on your waist before you could end up on the floor. "You're too big for your couch, Bradley."
"I tried to tell that ages ago," he replied, guiding his hand slowly down your thigh until he was pulling you back into place. "Didn't stop me from fantasizing about having you on top of me exactly like this." His cheeks were pink as you leaned in and successfully kissed him this time. "God, Gorgeous," he whispered. "The real thing is just so much better than the emailed version, and that was enough to get me going for months."
"Bradley," you whined softly.
"Say it again," he groaned, hand tightening on your thigh. His head was tipped back, dark gaze glued to your lips as you ran your thumb along his scarred cheek. You'd never been this comfortable around a man before. Even now he wasn't rushing anything, though you both knew what you wanted. He'd been giving you one last chance all evening to pull away if that's what you decided to do after Vanessa stopped by. But your heart was telling you with absolute certainty that this man was a keeper.
Your lips met his scars, and the tip of your tongue grazed along his stubble before you whispered right next to his ear, "Bradley." Immediately you felt one big hand at the small of your back, hot and rough against your bare skin, guiding you flatter against his body.
"Oh hell," he gasped before devouring your mouth. Your fingers tugged on his wavy hair as his hand slid lower until you felt his fingers slip inside the elastic waistband of your leggings. He held you in place and rolled his hips up to meet you as you moaned into his mouth. He was deliciously hard just for you. If you couldn't have all of him soon, you were afraid you might pass out.
You could vaguely hear the sound of the movie playing in the background as you explored every inch of his mustache with your lips. Bradley's entire hand was inside your leggings now, and if he wasn't holding you so tight, you knew you'd be on the floor. With every exploratory grind of your hips, you got wetter. The stretchy fabric of your leggings was thin, and you could feel him through his jeans as he grunted deep at the back of his throat, "Gorgeous. I want you."
"Oh my god." His other hand was inching his sweatshirt up along your body while he sucked on your neck, and it took you longer than it should have to formulate words as the butterflies went wild. "I want you, too." You helped him pull the shirt a little faster over your head, leaving you laying on top of him in your bra practically panting as you said, "Take me to your room."
He smiled before kissing you hard, and then you were in his arms as he stood up. "You want the full tour of the house right now?" he teased, but his smile slipped as soon as you unzipped his jeans while you shook your head.
"Bedroom. The rest can wait."
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Bradley was torn. Part of him wanted to hold you in his arms all night and list off everything he loved about you. The other part wanted you naked and in his bed. He'd never had such strong feelings of love colliding with such strong feelings of lust in his entire lift, and it was honestly a bit disorienting. You were somehow everything he wanted, all wrapped up in one Gorgeous woman. He still couldn't believe you'd stood by his side and let Vanessa know you were with him now, and therefore maybe a third part of him wanted to reward you just for being so good to him.
"Bedroom?" It was a question this time as you kissed him, and he felt your exploring fingers make their way inside his jeans.
"Let's go, Baby."
Bradley had to stop twice on the way, because you were too fucking perfect. You were too perfect not to press up against the wall in the hallway, and it felt too good when your hand found its way inside his briefs. "Shit," he gasped, eyes wide as you touched him, his hands planted on the wall on either side of your head. He kissed you over and over again as your hand wrapped around his cock, and he never wanted this to end.
When he started to toy with your bra straps, you whispered, "Take it off."Â
His cock was held snug in your hand as he undid the clasp at your back and eased the lace away from your chest. You were looking up at him, lips parted like you were trying to gauge his reaction to your body, and he couldn't help but smile as he took in every inch of your tits. "Come on. You know you're Gorgeous. I'm sure you can tell just how much I want you."
When you gave his balls a little squeeze in response, he knew he needed to get you through the doorway and into his room. Your bra fell to the floor as he guided you inside. His desk lamp was glowing, and somehow your body looked even more ethereal bathed in the soft orange light.Â
You glanced around the room even as you let him tuck you against his body, and he kissed the top of your head as you whispered, "I've shamelessly thought about being here with you." Your hands were on his abs again, pushing his tee shirt up his body, and Bradley could feel your furled nipples against his skin as he tugged it over his head. Every time he tried to speak, a needy sound escaped him instead as your hands smoothed along his chest and down his sides. "Oh my god, Bradley," you whined, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I've touched myself, too. Imagining you were with me."
"Fuck," he groaned, the last bit of restraint snapping inside him as soon as you said his name and those sweet, filthy words. Of course he'd been losing his mind over the very same sorts of thoughts, and as his mouth collided with yours, he led you backwards to his bed. You gasped and laughed when you landed on your back, tits bouncing beautifully as you looked up at him in surprise. Then he was on top of you, tasting your nipple, hooking his hand around your thigh as it crept up to his hip.
You were panting his name quietly as he inhaled the scent of your skin and tasted both of your breasts. "You're so soft," he whispered, talking about your skin and your body and your sweet personality. "I can't get enough."
With your fingers in his hair, you were rubbing yourself gently up against him, and it was making him hard beyond belief. He didn't know how much more he could handle before he needed to be inside you, but tasting your skin and teasing every inch of you was something that should be savored.Â
"You don't have to get enough," you whispered. "Not tonight. I already want more."
Bradley's hands were on your leggings, pulling them down along with your underwear. He fought with them for a second, all tangled up with your legs, and then he kissed your giggles away as he ran his rough fingertips along your pussy. When your back arched off the bed, you gasped, and he dragged his middle finger gently along your slit, bucking against your leg at the slick wetness he found there.
You were naked beneath him, reaching for him, telling him you needed his kisses, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen or heard. He tried to take his time, taste you everywhere, but he needed to fuck you more than he needed to breathe. He was dizzy as he stood, jeans halfway down his thighs, cock hanging free from his underwear. Then you sat up in bed, knees bent as you squeezed your legs together and watched him get the rest of the way undressed in awe.
His brain was buzzing as you reached for him, and he took your hand in his, kissing your fingers as he said, "Let me grab the condoms I bought." He walked to his dresser, hands shaking with excitement as he tore into the box, but when he brought one back to the bed and settled in next to you, he noticed you were chewing on your lip.
"Do we really need this?" you asked softly, tapping the wrapper as you kissed him.
Your other hand was wrapped around his cock once again as he grunted, "I don't know, Baby. Do we?"
"Nope." You tossed it across the room, looped your arms around his neck and said, "I want to feel you."
When he eased you onto your back, his cock was nestled against your pussy, and he was completely lost beyond hope. "Yeah, Gorgeous?" he rasped, easing his tip closer to your opening. "You want to feel me?"
You rolled your hips, accepting him into your warmth, and Bradley thrust deep. He felt like the wind had been knocked from his lungs as you wrapped your leg around his thigh and kissed his name against his lips. You welcomed his touch everywhere as he fucked you. Your hands and mouth found his hair and his scarred cheek, like you were made for him. There was no hesitation or uncertainty. Now that he knew every inch of you, he was never going to want anything else.
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Bradley's body was big and warm, and you could smell him everywhere. His hands were deliciously rough on your skin even as his touch was gentle and sure. Every sensation was brand new while still making you feel comfortable, as if you and he had been here before. You had in your mind at least. You'd considered so many things when it came to Bradley's body while he was still deployed, but just like his exquisite letters and emails, this was even better in person.
You shivered as he stroked your clit, wrapping your leg around him a little tighter, wanting more. Another steady swipe of his thumb, and you were whining. "You like that," he mused softly, and it wasn't a question. "You want more." Also, not a question. He seemed to know what you wanted and how you'd respond even before you did, and when he pulled your nipple between his lips, your back arched off the bed.
"Oh my god, Bradley," you moaned, looking at his handsome face as he gave you thrust after delicious thrust. "Our texts are going to be filthy after this," you gasped, and the intense look on his face receded a bit as a smile found his lips.
"You're damn right," he grunted before dipping his lips down to kiss you again before finding your shoulder and then your neck. "I can't wait to figure out every single little thing that turns you on. I'm gonna take my time and find all of them."
You believed him implicitly, especially since he was already doing a stellar job of making you slowly lose your mind. When his big hands found your hips, he held you in place and went a little harder as sweat started to bead on his forehead. He watched your face for a reaction, and as soon as your lips parted in a long whimper, his mouth was on yours. You held onto his shoulders as he tasted your tongue and told you that you were the only girl for him. Whispered that you belonged with him.
Soon you were slipping, remembering all of the sweet things he told you, both typed and spoken. "I'm so close," you pleaded, needing him to get you all the way there. It had been so long since someone made you feel this good, and this was the very first time a man ever made you feel this vital to his own happiness. Without prompting, Bradley circled your clit with his thumb as you tasted the bead of sweat on his cheek, and you were done. Your orgasm rocked through you as you cried out his name, and his thrusts slowed to an almost languid pace that just made you get louder and clench around him harder.
"Jesus," he panted, smoothing his hand along your skin as he watched you come apart beneath him. "Fucking gorgeous." Bradley's fingers curled around the back of your neck, and his thumb grazed along your lip as he watched you. His handsome face was flushed, and his movements were jerky as he rasped, "Where do you want me to cum?"
"Anywhere."
A string of desire laced expletives flowed from his lips along with your name. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and fucked you until his hips stopped moving, and you reveled in the warm feeling of being full when he didn't pull out. His body was heavy in a good way, and you dragged your fingers lazily through his hair as he murmured, "Am I hurting you?"
"No," you promised, wrapping your calf tighter around his thigh. "Don't you dare move."
The rumble of his deep chuckle and the scrape of his mustache against your neck made you shiver. "I'm not going anywhere, Gorgeous." You just held him to your body while he stayed inside you and treated your skin to little nips and kisses. But eventually his stomach started growling, and you giggled when he groaned. "I don't even feel self conscious around you," he muttered, reluctantly pulling his body away from yours. "Let's destroy the rest of the extra large pizza together while I show you the rest of my house."
Truly, nothing sounded better to you. Bradley located his discarded shirt on the floor and collected you in his arms before pulling it over your head. Then he tugged his underwear into place while he kissed you, and you led the way back to the couch. You could feel how sticky he'd left you between your thighs, but you didn't immediately do anything about it, because he was grabbing the pizza box from the kitchen and then pulling you down onto his lap on the couch. His chin and forehead were cool and tasted a little salty as you kissed him and snuggled against his body. This was exactly how his couch was supposed to be for the two of you as you basked in the way he made you feel magical just by looking at you.
He held up a piece of pizza with a laugh and let you take a bite before he ate most of it. The movie had ended a while ago, and the menu options were playing softly in the background as you finished your snack together with his warm body cradling yours. "During the house tour, can we visit your shower together?" you asked him, running your fingers through his sparse patch of chest hair and down to his abs. "Before bed?"
"Already on the agenda," he informed you, standing again with you in his arms. He led you around, mostly showing off his piano, and then he took you into his spotlessly clean bathroom. He turned on the shower, and as the water warmed up, he pulled his shirt over your head and left you standing naked in front of him with his arm wrapped around you. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about this all the time," he murmured, running his thumb lazily along your nipple as you pressed your thighs together in need. "But I think about how much I love your face and your voice and the way you make me feel just as much. Maybe more."
"Bradley," you gasped, and he treated you to a needy little grunt that left you reaching for his face. "That's the kind of stuff a boyfriend would say."
His expression didn't change much, but his smile grew wider as he told you, "Well I want to keep saying it. So why not let me?"
"Let you what? Be my boyfriend?" you asked, heart beating a little faster as those familiar butterflies found their way back.
"Yeah, Gorgeous. I'm dying for it. And we've kind of already been doing this thing together for months, right?"
"Right," you agreed, pulling him toward the shower as steam filled the room. He came willingly, an expectant look on his face as you said, "You can be my boyfriend, Bradley."
His lips found yours, and they stayed there for a while.
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đđđ đđđđ đđ đđ đđđđ kazuha x m!reader â 5.1k words, not proofread, minors do not interact
TO NOTE: strangers to lovers, mentions and use of alcohol (no drunk sex though), kazuha and reader are roommates, sort of college / modern au, morning sex / sleepy sex, praise, pet names (good boy [?], angel, uh i cant remember sorry), aftercare is not written but it is given, praise teehee, reader rides kazuha, kazuha jerks reader off, lmk if i missed any thanks :3
KAI SAYS: GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!! birthday post im now 20 that sounds so old euugghh
Rent was hell.
Your minimum income, which was mostly spent on necessities and college fees, was barely able to pay last month. And now with inflation, you werenât sure how you were going to make it through another year.
But, there was always hope. It was only the beginning of June after all.
Last week, your friend introduced you to a website to find roommates. Having a roommate would solve a few of my problems, you thought as you scrolled through the site on your computer. For one, the rent would be split between the two of you, which was much more manageable than right now. And, for two, you would get to actually talk to someone every day.
It would be a win-win situation if the two of you got along.
After a few days of thinking everything through, looking at different peopleâs profiles, because the site was a âTinder for roommates,â as your friend had put it, you found a man that matched your preferences.
Kaedehara Kazuha.
From what you could tell by his profile, he looked like a sweet man. His profile picture was set to a white cat, and you can see his hand atop its head, gently petting against the catâs ears. You hadnât met him in person yet, but through text, youâd managed to get to know him a bit.
The two of you texted about your hobbies and Kauha told you about his life. He was getting a degree in poetry at a college near your house, which is why he selected the area. He told you earlier today about himself. He liked to eat fish and go drinking out. He liked staying with animals he liked warm weather and sunny days, and he liked to spend time with his loved ones and friends.
To be honest, he seemed a bit too good to be true.
But, you think, I suppose some people are just like that.
With a content sigh, you shut your computer. Youâd texted Kazuha and the two of you had planned for him to move in today. It seemed a little quick to you, but Kazuha said he didnât really have anything big to move over. According to him, heâd only be bringing one suitcase and backpack.
Yesterday, you cleaned out the guest roomâwell, know his room. It was tedious work, something you hoped you wouldnât have to do again. Ever. But, you supposed it would be worth it in time.
So now here you were, sanding proudly with your hands on your hips smiling at your spotless house. Kazuha better like it here⌠You think. Your hand goes to run through your hair gently, combing it back. Youâre about to flop down onto the couch and maybe take a napâonly for the familiar tune of the doorbell to ring through the house, echoing and bouncing off the walls.
Your head snaps backwards, a nervous smile making its way onto your lips.
You rush to the door, ignoring the slight shake in your step. Your heartbeat quickens and you donât know why. Kazuhaâs a nice man. You remind yourself, though you donât think thatâs why you're nervous.
Slowly, you unlock your door and turn the doorknob with your other hand. And there, standing to greet you is your new roommate. Kaedehara Kazuha.
You greet him with a polite smile, cracking open the door just enough to let him inside. The roll of his suitcase from the sidewalk outside up onto the flooring of your house sends a loud âClunk! Clunk!â sound and you wince a little.
You shut the door behind you, schooling your expression as you turn back to Kazuha. He trunks to you quickly and smiles gently. âAh,â he says and his voice is so soft when he speaks, âIâm Kazuha, but I suppose you already know that.â
You introduce yourself, finishing off the same as him with a short, âbut I suppose you already knew that too.â
He nods politely a small laugh flitting out of his lips. You lead him to his new bedroom, helping him carry his backpack as he lifts his suitcase, not wanting the wheels to dirty the floor. Kazuha takes a look around, his smile being ever present as you drop his backpack by the door.
âItâs nice here.â He comments, turning his gaze from you to his bedroom.
A bashful grin makes its way to your lips. âThanks.â You murmur. âCleaned just for you.â
With that, heâs looking back at you. âJust for me?â He responds, and thereâs an edge of playfulness that lies beneath the overlaying gratefulness in his tone. âThank you.â
You just nod, not fully trusting your voice.
After a moment, Kazuha sits down at the edge of his bed, tracing his hands over the expanse of the duvet. âWe should go out sometime.â He says and you blink. Youâre face feels warm and you hope Kazuha doesnât see.
âLikeâŚâ Your voice trails off, leaving your sentence unfinished. Like a date? You wanted to say, but your lips donât seem to work.
Kazuha seems to take note of this, chuckling softly. âJust to get to know each other better. Doesnât have to be anything fancy.â He gives you a comforting smile and your nervousness seems to dissipate when you look at him.
âOk.â You agree. âWe can plan something for after youâve gotten more⌠settled in.â
Kazuhaâs smile widens and he gives you a nod. âThanks.â
You take a deep breath, before speaking up again. âIâll leave you to it then.â You turn on your heel before walking out of Kazuhaâs new bedroom. You shut the door gently before speed-walking to your room and collapsing onto your bed.
Your breathing comes out in soft puffs as you bury your face into a pillow, curling yourself on your bed. What the fuck was that? You cry mentally. You grip onto the bedsheets tightly. Your heart is beating fast and you think itâd beat tight through your ribs if you donât calm down soon. You bring your hands to your face, dragging them across your eyes. âIâm fucked.â You curse quietly. Kazuhaâs so nice! You know you probably wonât even last a month without developing some sort of feelings for him and that scares you.Â
You⌠donât want to ruin what little the two of you had managed to build up in the past week. As little as it was, you like what you have with Kazuha. In the back of your mind, though, thereâs the nagging feeling for more. You want to get closer to Kazuha, you want to spend time with him.
Maybe that date of his wouldnât be too bad.
With a heavy sigh, you twist your body to lay like a starfish, sprawled across your bed. You turn your gaze to your window, squinting as the sunlight fans through the glass and into your eyes. If you just ignored any feelings that developed, they would just go away, right?
The first six days with Kazuha were⌠different from your usual routine, to put it simply.
On Monday (because everyone knows the week starts with Monday and not Sunday!) you awoke to the smell of food wafting through the house. You were instantly up and out of bed, barely managing to throw on a shirtâbackwardsâbefore you stumbled into the kitchen.
You were taken aback by the sight that greeted you.
Kazuha, in his pyjamas and an apron, was humming a soft tune as he cooked something on the stove. He turns once he notices you, standing in shock by the doorway. âAh,â he said, âI see youâre finally awake.â He humed, using the spatula to plate a scrambled egg. He handed you the plate and Archons it smelled good. âI made breakfast. Used some of your food, if you donât mind.â
You absentmindedly nodded, entranced by the way he moved around the kitchen, putting things in the dishwasher, plating his food, and turning off the stove. All of those were such ordinary things, but, for some reason, it just made you more drawn to him.
You brought your plate to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, still watching Kazuha. âThanks for breakfast.â You murmured after a few bites. âItâs really good.â
âWell, itâs only natural I repay you somehow.â Kazuha said before sitting down beside you. âYou basically lent me your house to live in.â He joked.
âOur house now.â You responded. âSince youâll be payinâ half the rent.â
Kazuha nods, taking a bite out of his own breakfast. âI plan on spending the week organizing my stuff. Nothing big, just getting everything tidy.â The two of you sat in comfortable silence, basking in the warmth of the summer weather.
Besides that, Monday wasnât anything eventful.
Tuesday was spent helping Kazuha. Cooped up in his room, the two of you went through his clothes and belongings, organizing them into his closet and drawers. Kazuha had a decent amount of clothes, which were the bulk of what he brought.
You talked and talked and talked with Kazuha. He was so sweet. You swore youâd told yourself that a million times by now, but it was always true. Kazuhaâs laugh was soft and kind, he laughed at all your stupid, cheesy jokes, no matter how unfunny they were. Heâd help you cook mealsâmuch better than you ever could.
Tuesday was when you had come to realize that maybe you were enjoying his company a little too much. But, you thought, heâs just⌠fun to be around.
You used that excuse for the rest of the week.
Kazuha was just⌠nice. Everyone would enjoy his company like this. You were no different!
It was a pathetic excuse, but it was pathetic enough for you to cling onto.
Wednesday you and Kazuha went out and you showed him the neighbourhood as the two of you walked to the store for some groceries. Kazuha took an oddly long time looking through the fruits and vegetables section, eyeing each piece we selected carefully before placing it into the plastic bag we used to carry everything.
It was endearing.
After a good forty-five minutes of walking around the store, the two of you finally decided to head to the cashier for check out. Kazuha was polite as he made idle chatter with them, but you couldnât help the frown that pulled at your face.
You were right there. If he wanted to talk to someone, why couldnât it be you? You were sure you were more entertaining than that cashier worker.
But you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. You pulled out your credit card, expecting to pay, only for Kazuha to gently pull your hand back. âLet me.â He says gently. Your eyes dart to him and your face flushes when you feel his hand graze gently over yours as he pulls it back.
He wanted to pay for you.
Ah, if you hadnât fallen for him yet, you sure as hell had now.
He taps his card quickly and you barely manage to make it out of the store while avoiding Kazuhaâs gaze.
Things only started to set in on Thursday.
Youâd woken up with a heavy migraine and a grumpy mood, so it didnât come as a surprise that you didnât want to talk to anyone. Unfortunately, that also included Kazuha. And yet, Kazuha didnât push you when you refused to talk to him while the two of you ate breakfast.
âGood morning,â He had said in greeting. âHowâre you?â
You donât respond, only taking the plate of food heâd set aside for you. Youâre swift to finish your food; shovelling it into your mouth and not even bothering to wait for Kazuha.
He, on the other hand, still had that oh-so-sweet smile of his plastered across his pretty lips. âIâll take it youâre not feeling great, then.â He murmurs. Kazuha gets up from his seat beside you before handing you a glass of water. âYou should drink up. Waterâs very good for you, so Iâm sure itâll help you a bit.â
You do as he said, chugging the glass of water in one go. âThanks.â You whisper. Those were the first words you said to him that day, and you could already feel your migraine easing up. Kazuha is like magic, you think, he fixes everything without even trying.
You gave Kazuha a half-hearted smile before placing your plate and utensils in the dishwasher and heading to your room to take a nap. Naps always seemed to ease your headaches.
As you collapsed on your bed, snuggling up under your heavy duvet, your thoughts drifted back to Kazuha. He was sweet, but youâd also come to the realization that he was handsome. His hair was always up into a ponytail, with that little section of red swooping on top of his ear. His eyes are quite pretty, too. You thought. A shimmering red that often matched the clothes he wore, sparkling as he laughed. And his hands, they looked so gentle as he carried things around. His fingers worked effortlessly as he wrote his poetry in that small notebook of his.
âThis man,â you whispered to yourself, âis too good to be true.â
On Friday, Kazuha let you have the honour of brushing and tying up his hair.
Heâd caught you staring at him as he sat on his bed, his fingers wove through his white locks. With a raised eyebrow, he beckons you over, handing you a red hair tie. âMind helping me?â He asked softly.
You complied eagerly, scooting behind him. You ran your hand through his hair, gently scooping it behind his shoulders. Kazuha let out a soft hum, as he nodded in content. Carefully, you pull his hair into a ponytail, twisting the thin band to wrap carefully around it a few more times.
âThere.â You said. âItâs done.â
Kazuha turned to face you, his knees pressed much too close to yours. âThank you.â He grinned, grabbing your hand to rest in between his cool ones. âI really appreciate this.â
Your face flushed, an embarrassing warmth coating your cheeks. You brought your free hand to scratch awkwardly at the back of your neck before mumbling out a response. âNo problem, Kazuha.â
Saturday was spent planning the two of your guysâ âdateâ that would be happening on Sunday.
Kazuha suggested a picnic, and you couldnât help but agree. Maybe it was the thought of spending a day with him, or maybe it was how he wanted to spend a day with you, but you knew you wouldâve agreed to anything he said.
The picnic would be on Sunday, in a park the two of you found online.
After a very successful planning session, the two of you spent the rest of the day preparing and packaging food for the picnic.
It was somewhat chaoticâbut it was also fun.
Kazuha taught you how to make his favourite sandwich, how to toast the bread perfectly, and how to cut each one into little heart shapes. All with a soft smile dancing on his pretty lips as he guided your hands gently, easing the knife into the bread.
Archons, you were fucked. Howâre you supposed to live with him, like this, every day?
And now, itâs Sunday; the day of the picnic.
Your foot taps nervously against the floor of your bedroom. What am I supposed to wear? Yes, you do know youâre probably overthinking this, but you canât help it! Not when itâs because of Kazuha! You have to make sure youâre always looking your best!
Your cheeks puff out as a heavy sigh leaves your lips, eventually settling on your outfit of the day.
Finally ready, you nervously open the door, heading out to meet Kazuha in the kitchen.
He greets you with a smile and a call of your name. His arms find their way around your waist in a tight hug and you blink. Oh, oh, oh, ohâwhat do I do!? When did he get so⌠touchy?! Not that Iâm complaining butâYou stand frozen, yet Kazuha doesnât seem to mind. He pulls back with his signature smile. âYouâre ready to go?â He questions, taking a step towards the front door.
âY-Yeah.â You manage to stutter out. âIâm ready.â
âGreat!â He grabs your hand, leading you out of your shared home. He doesnât let go as the two of you walk to the park. With the picnic basket in his free hand, Kazuha still grips yours gently as he leads you. His thumb runs over the skin of your hand absentmindedly. You think itâs supposed to be a calming gesture, but, it only makes your heart beat faster and your face go warm.
You eventually find yourself in a large field, small flowers adorning the grass. Kazuha tugs a blanket out of his bag, laying it over the grass. He plops down on it, patting the space beside him as he does. âSit with me.â He says.
You comply quickly, placing your own basket down and taking a spot beside him. â...Thanks for doing this with me.â You murmur, giving Kazuha a shy glance.
He only grins in response, digging through his bag and handing you one of the sandwiches you prepared yesterday. âItâs nothing, really.â He smiles, and you feel a tingle go through your hand where his finger brushes over yours. âI like spending time with you.â
âI like spending time with you too.â You match his expression, your lips pulling into a smile. It hasnât even been a week, and yet it feels like youâve known Kazuha for years.
Kazuha grins, reaching into his bag. âGood.â is all he responds before pulling something out. Is that a wine bottle? âNow, would you like a drink?â
You⌠never took Kazuha as a drinker.
And yet, here he is, drunk out of his mind as slurs slip from his lips. Kazuha calls out your name, his head slipping onto your shoulder as his hands grip the blanket the two of you are sitting on. âDo youâŚâ He trails off. âDo youuu⌠wanna watch th-the sunset wâme?â He slurs his eyes fixing on yours from his position on your shoulder.
You cough awkwardly. âKazuha.â You say softly, easing his head off your shoulder. âItâs four-thirty in the afternoon. The sunsets not coming out anytime soonâŚâ
âB-Butââ He whines. âIt woulda been soooo romantic.â Kazuha grins, his eyes lolling shut as he slumps against your chest this time. âJusâ you, me, anâ the flowers.â
âOh, Kazuha.â You sigh. âIâd love to watch the sunset with you, but we have to get you home before dark. Itâd be dangerous walking out drunk at night.â
âNo!â He cries. âI could⌠could protect you⌠from thâdanger.â
âNope.â You say, trying not to let his words affect you. âWeâre going home now, okay?â
âOkayyyy.â He whines, dragging out the word as he says it. âBut onlyâonly cause you said so.â
âGood.â You wrap an arm around Kazuha, right under his shoulder as you help him stand. You leave him for a bit, turning around to pick up the blanket and his bag. âKazuha!â You call, and heâs instantly behind you. His arms wrap around your waist, pushing his face into your neck.
âHm?â He coos. âDâya need something?â
The warmth of Kazuhaâs breath fans over the skin of your neck, goosebumps rising lowly. âN-Need you to carry your stuff.â You mumble. Your hands remove Kazuhaâs from your waist, shifting to grab his wrist as you gently drag him off you. âLetâs go home now.â
Carefully, you take Kazuha home, not really minding his drunk ramblings. He goes on and on about the sunset, about how heâd stare into your eyes and giggle while he holds your hand and the sun sets.
It is endearing seeing him drunk out of his mind and yet still so lovey-dovey.
It only takes the two of you a fifteen-minute walk to reach your home and youâre quick to open the door and let Kazuha in, the two of you dropping your stuff as you help him up the stairs, your arm wrapped snugly around his waist. He slurs your name again, his pretty red eyes meeting yours. âC-Can we cuddleâŚ?â He whines and you instantly turn your head, wanting to hide the warmth on your cheeks.
âIâŚâ You whisper. âYouâre drunk. Letâs just get you in bed first.â
âNoo!â Kazuha cries, planting his feet on the ground, stopping you. âYâalways make me wait! Made me wait for our date, now you're still makinâ me wait when I jusâ want cuddles!â
âKazuha, really, maybe we shouldââ You try to protest, only to be interrupted.
âPlease,â Kazuha whines pitifully, âJusâ for a bit.â
You pinch the bridge of your nose, letting out a deep exhale. âYouâre still drunk,â you start, âbut fine. I guess some cuddles wonât hurt.â
Kazuha grins happily, snaking his arms around you, just under your arms as he lifts you into the air. âYouâre thâbest!â He slurs. âCome, cuddles time.â With that, heâs lifting you up and carrying you over into his bedroom.
He tosses you gently onto the bed and you land with a quiet: âOof!â Before you feel the bed dip as Kazuha joins you. His arms find their familiar place around you and his nore presses into the back of your head as he twists your body into a spooning position with his. One of Kazuhaâs legs is haphazardly thrown over yours, and you feel completely engulfed in, well, Kazuha.
âYouâre so handsome.â Kazuha whispers into your hair. âMy handsome boy.â He presses a kiss to the back of your head, and you have to remind yourself that Kazuha is drunk. He wonât remember any of this, nor will he ever act like this again.
Still, you end up leaning into the touch, falling asleep slowly, basking in Kazuhaâs comforting warmth and love.
When you wake up, Kazuhaâs body is tangled with yours. His head is on your chest and his arms are wound tightly around your waist. One of his legs is positioned between yours, his knee pressing against you.
You tug him closer, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours. Kazuhaâs head dips between your shoulder and your neck, nuzzling into the spot. You can feel the small puffs of air his lips let out against your skin as he breathes, matching the pattern of your heartbeat as he does.
You grin, pulling yourself to sit upâonly to be yanked completely down by Kazuha. âDonâ move, please.â He whispers. âNeed tâfeel ya.â
âKazuha.â You complain. âYouâre not even drunk anymoreââ
âNo.â Kazuha murmurs. âNeed to feel you.â As the words leave his lips, he shifts his body, pressing his hips flush against your ass.Â
Something firm pokes into you from behind andâ
Oh.
Thatâs what he meant by feel you.
Kazuhaâs hips start a steady grind against you, pushing his erection into your ass as he murmurs breathless nothings into your ear. A desperate whine slips from his lips as he slowly moves his hands from around you to on you, roaming your chest and up your neck.
âNeed you.â Kauzha murmurs slowly. âNeed you so bad.â
âI know.â You say, turning onto your side to face Kazuha.
He smiles at you, bringing a hand to cup your cheek. âPlease let me have you.â He whines.
You smile, leaning into his touch and pressing a soft kiss to his nose. âOf course, you can have me. Iâve been all yours from the start.â
Kazuhaâs lips press against yours as he gently pushes you to lie on your back against the bed. His hands trace your sides, going from your neck to your hips as he pulls your pants down. He releases you from his kiss, the both of you gasping for air as he yanks down your boxers with impressive speed.
A soft whine slips from your throat, needily grinding your hips into the air. âKazuhaâŚâ You moan, needing his touch desperatley. âC-Can you justââ
âI know.â He coos, trailing his hand to your hard cock. âI know, pretty boy, but I jusâ wanna take my time with you, âkay?â
You hesitantly nod, bringing your hand to thread through Kazuhaâs hair as he peppers an assortment of kisses all over your cheeks. His hand starts a slow rhythm, gliding up and down the shaft of your cock slowly.
His grip is teasing, the way he squeezes up as he reaches your tip, dragging the pad of his thumb down your dick as he does. Kazuhaâs fist moves quicker, watching as your eyes scrunch up in pure ecstasy from his ministrations. âThatâs it.â He murmurs encouragingly. âCâmon, I know youâre closeâŚâ
A gasp leaves your lips as Kazuha drags his thumb over your slit, rolling it and smearing your precum everywhere, watching with nothing but a pleased smile as your hips frantically twitch in his hold. He smiles, pressing a kiss to your neckâright bellow your ear before giving the spot a teasing lick.
Kazuhaâs hands work at your dick again and again, sliding with a steady rhythm up and down until your brain feels muddled and hazy. You grip at his wrist, not knowing if you want him to stop or keep going.
âK-Kazuha,â you whine, âplease.â
A soft laugh leaves his lips and he once again kisses your neck. âShh.â He murmurs. âBe patient, my dear.â With that, heâs pressing a harsh bite into your supple skin, letting his teeth graze over before digging them into you. A loud moan slips from your lips, your dick twitching over and over until your eyes are squeezing shut and thick ropes of milky white shoot from your tip all over your tummy and Kazuhaâs hand.
âO-Oh.â You manage to squeak out. âYouâre good at this.â
Kazuha smiles, helping the both of you sit upâwith you in between his knees with his erection still pressed into the curve of your ass. He rolls you over, bringing your hips ontop of his as he pulls his leaking cock out of his pants, watching intently as you practically drool at the sight.
âRide me, please.â Kazuha whispers, his desperation clear in his tone. You wrap a hand around his dick, rolling the pad of your thumb against his tip before lifting your hips. You line him up quickly, feeling the head of his cock push against your hole. Your mouth drops open, a low whine leaving your lips.
Slowly, slowly, very slowly, you sink down on his cock, taking him all the way in. Youâre about halfway inâfrom what little you can tellâwhen Kazuha grabs your hips. His eyes are teary, staring into yours as he grabs the fat of your ass, and pulls you down.
A loud moan slips freely from your lips and you collapse onto Kazuha, the both of you panting heavily.
âA-Archons.â He whispers, his fingers rubbing smooth circles over your hips. âYouâre so tight, angel.â
Angel.
He called you angel.
You bury your face into Kazuhaâs neck, taking in his scent as you breathe. âKazuâŚâ You whine. âNeed you so bad.â
âI know, pretty.â He whispers. His grip on your hips tightens as you lift your head off him and look into his eyes. His deep, red eyes. âCâmon. Iâll help you, âkay?â He smiles, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips before leading you to sit up above him. His finger taps against your waist before he starts. âLift your hips fâme.â Kazuha instructs and you comply quickly, lifting your hips before dropping back down.
As soon as you drop down, Kazuhaâs tip knocks against your prostate harshly and you cry out, your hands barely managing to find purchase against his shoulders. âGood boy.â Kazuha whispers sweetly, running his hands over your chest. âJusâ like thatâŚâ He murmurs. âThink you can keep going?â You nod eagerly, lifting your hips again only to drop down.
Your thighs shake but you donât care! Not when it feels so good to be bouncing on Kazuhaâs dick like this. Not when he hits all those good spots that make you see stars as your eyes roll back.
âKazuha.â You moan out, rocking your hips tirelessly up and down his dig. You can feel the drag against every vein against your walls, the way he nudges just right against your prostate. Your eyes roll back as your dick twitches against your tummy, drooling pre uselessly as you ride Kazuha up and down, over and over again.
âT-Thatâs it, pretty.â He whispers. Kazuhaâs hands come to grip your ass again, picking up the pace for you as he starts to buck his hips up and into your awaiting hole. âIâholy shitâIâm close.â He whimpers, and you swear thereâll be bruises from how tight he grips your waist. âNeed to cumââ He whines, his eyes squeezing shut.
You nod your head eagerly your ass squeezing so tightly around him as he picks up the pace, fucking into you harder. You need to feel him, feel him shoot his load into you. You need it, need Kazuha, need every part of him.
Every time he thrusts, you feel yourself get closer and closer to that sweet release the both of you seek. âKazuâŚâ You moan out. âClose, closeâneed you tâk-keep goinââ
âI know.â He whimpers. âI know, âm not stopping.â Your eyes rolled back, the familiar warmth building in the pit of your tummy. The way Kazuhaâs hands trailed over your thighsâeverything he did was begging your body to surrender to the familiar pleasure.
âA-At the same time.â You plead, gripping onto Kazuhaâs arm. He only nod, his eyes squeezing shut.
You clench around him and Kazuha throws his head back against the pillows as he buries his dick into you, his hips meeting yours in one final, harsh thrust. He pulls your body close, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he whispers sweet nothings into you.
You feel him cum, a thick load going right into you. You whine, tightening so sweetly around him as your own orgasm hit. âH-HolyâŚâ You whimper, not hvaing the energy to finish your sentence. Your dick twitches between the two of you and you cum. Hard.
Kazuhaâs grip around you tightens as he doesnât even bother to pull out. He grabs the blanket, bringing it over the two of you as he nuzzles your face into his neck, your body still twitching.
Archons. You think, watching Kazuhaâs eyes close gently. The sunlight falls onto his face, like a golden halo around his perfect features. How long has it been with him? A week?
Only a week, and youâd managed to fall in love.
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fluff masterlist
main masterlist
note: italicized titles denote requests
spencer reid x fem!reader
clue: in which penelope hosts a new year's eve party. with a murder mystery theme.
doctor and doctor: in which you add a degree to your repertoire
newly creds: in which the BAU team wants to see your newly issued credentials
nicknames: in which you meet the team for the first time, and receive your first nickname
attention: in which you attempt to get your boyfriends attention
fluorescent: in which spencer rambles about rocks and you get distracted
drop: in which reid seems to be there every time you drop something
occupational hazard: in which you and spencer have a discussion about the dangers of his job.
in sickness and in health: minutes before your wedding is supposed to start, spencer gets cold feet, and you have to find out why.
cryptic: you and spencer get a surprise beyond your wildest dreams
breakfast in bed: your boyfriend surprises you with breakfast in bed to celebrate spring break
in plain sight: your quick thinking (in an attempt to protect him) leads to a very thankful spencer
puzzling: trying to tell spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle
red flags: spencer protects you from a drunkard
(lack of) convenience: the power of suggestion leads you to take a pregnancy test while you're on a case - and it's positive
three's a family: you and spencer are surprised to find out that you're pregnant, while you're already in labor (yes, this is a second cryptic pregnancy fic)
pure and applied chemistry: your boyfriend picks you up as a surprise at your chemistry lab (biochemist!reader)
separation anxiety: spencer's first case back from paternity leave involves children, so a concerned party reaches out to you
orange juice: you and spencer have an announcement to make, but you're not sure how to go about it
a special occasion: moving your daughter into a toddler bed brings about some interesting conversation
kindergarten crush: when one of your students goes missing, the BAU sends the A-team to question you
goads and goats: telling your dad (who's also your boss) you're pregnant ends in him giving spencer a hard time
a league of your own: when your boyfriend seemingly evolves, you resign yourself to the feeling of being left behind
fishbowl: you offer to bring spencer lunch when he forgets his at home, leading you to become an object of curiosity at the BAU.
dewey decimal system: in which spencer does the most spencer activity first thing in the morning - reorganizing your bookshelves
amorphous: your first ultrasound goes exactly how you'd expected it to, but not exactly how you'd wanted it to
sweet talker: in which french!reader gets caught using a special nickname for a particular genius
litmus test: in which Spencer needs your expertise to help solve a murder, but crime fighting is most decidedly not for you
blue ribbon: in which you and Spencer dedicate yourselves to helping your daughter with the best baking soda volcano the science fair has ever seen
spencer reid x gn!reader:
heatmiser: spencer takes care of you when he comes home to find you sick
running on empty: spencer makes a bet to go without coffee and ends up foregoing all caffeine
spencer reid x platonic!fem!BAU!reader
neophyte (2): in which dr. reid gives advice to help you cope with the requirements of your new job
#criminal minds#spencer reid#criminal minds masterlist#spencer reid masterlist#criminal minds fluff#spencer reid fluff#margot's masterlists
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may u do how the om brothers would act with a bimbo mc who's like ..... scarily dumb đ like think Karen Smith x10 (gn mc but i don't remember the gn word for bimbođi think it's like thembo or something but im not sure. english isnt my first language so i might have made some mistakesđ
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I think bimbos are cute đ¤đ¤
I fully believe getting treated like this by them would solve 99 percent of my problems.
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How would the brothers react to an MC who is a complete bimbo?
Warnings: Grammar errors, spelling errors, no proofreading, readers gender is not specified (even though bimbo is used to degrade a beautiful but unintelligent woman or frivolous young woman, I used "bimbo" in this scenario as someone who's attractive but unintelligent), slight dark themes, slightly deregatory
Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters
Links: Masterlist
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LUCIFER
At first, he found you annoying
How come your only solution to problems is "Be pretty"
It's insane how stupid you were, what do you mean you don't know how to spell the orange fruit?
But soon after, he started to find you interesting
After meeting you, he believed that it's not the professionals that are dangerous, it's the newbies
It's interesting how they can never guess what's your next move
When you two got in a more romantic relationship though, he started treating you like a complete child
You would sit on his lap in a meeting while swinging your feet and you asked him, "Luci baby~ what's the investment thing you're talking about? Is that like, shopping?"
He would just chuckle and squeeze your cheek softly, "Don't think about it, little MC don't need to worry their pretty little head over something so trivial~"
MAMMON
Even though people think of him as someone who's as stupid as you
He proves them wrong when he started to act like a complete mature man around you
No funny pranks or anything, he's just taking care of you because "How can his pretty little survive in hell without him, hmm?~"
And you'll just giggle at him and continue clinging on his arm
He would walk around the academy and each time, it's either he's holding you or your stuffs
Some people would find your things on his bag and he'd just shrug it off
Though at first, he thought you as a nuisance
He started to like it how you depend on him so much
"Mams how do I use this??"
"Mams don't leave!~~"
Oh, how his heart speed up whenever you ask him for help for the smallest of things
It's alright, MC, this strong demon will protect this pretty little human.
LEVIATHAN
He hated how you used to look at him like he's some animal in a zoo
"What?? How come little Levi don't like going in parties?!"
With those pretty, glossy lips of yours and that tiny brain in your head.
He hated how you wore your uniform, can't you see how innapopriate your uniform is?!
Is the skirt supposed to be that short?!
Is that shirt supposed to have only three buttons closed?!
Why is your pants so tight?!
But once you got close to him
Oh, the contrast between the two of you made others heart flutter
Other people saw it as "Discord mod x d kitten" in the best way
But his brothers
They saw it as "the nastiest pervert x the prettiest girl"
You don't want to know why
He'll just be there sitting with his arms around your waist grumbling, "Ah, people are so noisy... Let's just stay in my room, okay?"
If that's the only thing he'll say, you might find it normal but of course, he has to say something to ruin it
"This pretty sheep won't refuse me now, will they? After all the snacks and candies I've given them, this pretty sheep will sure come with me, right?"
SATAN
As someone who values knowledge and education more than anyone among the brothers
You must've thought he'll hate you
Well, you're right
At first
Everytime your test exams will come back, he'll be the one to sigh the loudest
But after the tutoring session Lucifer planned for the two of you, to help you increase your scores
It's been different
Well, it's not like you're studying, psh, never
Satan gives you cheat sheets or tells you the answers secretly
He'll be next to you every exam and his hand will secretly on your thighs, or sometimes, even higher
Then he'll caress your skin to tell you the answer
Of course, after exams scores are released you have to give him a reward
One kiss for every correct answer, that's the reward
But since you wished for it, he'll pretend to be a good tutor and act like you really studied instead of cheating
"Ah, my baby is so smart~ look, the only thing you got wrong is the last part! Butt that's okay, it's really hard, especially for someone as innocent as my baby..."
Then he'll pepper your face with kisses
ASMODEUS
You two are a match made in heaven and hell
The moment you arrived with those leopard prints, he knew you two will have fun together
Shipping sprees and all
The internet will break everytime you two post on social media
He'll help you get in the high society of Devildom
And of course, get you a pass to the freakiest parties in hell
You two are practically beasts in parties
The most breath taking clothes and the sexiest proportions, what a combo
And the two of you will drunkly stumble inside the house, well, you will.
He's the only person who knew about you and Satan's little deal too
"Hi my prettiest baby! How's my apprentice doing?!~" He said while squeezing your cheeks
Yes, your cheeks
It doesn't matter if it's the cheeks on your face or your ass
He's squeezing them
BEELZEBUB
He wasn't annoyed or anything
In fact, he's worried for you
"It's okay, MC. I will protect you, just tell me whoever says mean things about you."
He acts like your body guard
Always beside you whenever you have to go by yourself, we'll, not by yourself anymore
Always carrying your bags
Your little make up
Holding your clothes as you shop
Paying for you
Everything, who knew who might take advantage of you if he isn't there
That's not all
He's always carrying you too
"My feet hurts so bad! Beel!"
Is how all of it started
The next day, and so on
Everytime he sees you, he's scooping you up and carrying you on his arms
BELPHEGOR
He knew you were dumb
Please, he has this sense where he can find out if someone is dumb just by hearing them form a sentence
And so far, yours is the most... You know.
He's one of the most manipulative, but also one of the most protective
He hates it when someone else use his dirty tactics on you
But that stop him from doing those dirty tactics on you again
He just loves it when you're so... Naive.
He chuckles everytime you tried to think for yourself once in a blue moon and would ruin it with a,
"Shhh... Don't think about pretty, it's better when you're dumb and dependent."
And you, who sadly didn't take that as an insult, just nodded and made him chuckle even more
Gosh, he wonders how much it will take for you to break.
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please they need to let me interview them please my casual daydream fantasies have shifted to just thinking about if i got that opportunity somehow
I should be allowed to interview brinknor over this one I have to know just what was going through their minds to end up here
#in reality itd be better if it was someone who's not auschiztic collecting questions from more than just me but#joyousposting#i just want to know. do they read the criticisms theyve been getting and if not are they at all aware of people's problems with the last#few arcs? is there a reason they dont let themselves take more than a year for an arc even if they clearly have more ideas they want#to explore? what was the moral or theme of this arc supposed to be? do they understand that the ones i at least could think of fall flat in#the finale? what exactly were they trying to do with Kevin talking about his father and do they know how it ended up coming off?#what thoughts did they have writing Lauren for this because they seem to lose any consistency with why and what was happening by the end#and do they realize its kind of the same thing they did with Janet where it just became some vague revenge motive with no real character#behind it? why did despite this arc start with the promise of Carlos studying tdow again he barely does that and is in fact barely in this#arc at all? why is he essentially only ''ah gosh not my beakers đ¤'' comic relief?#and why does he... never interact with Kevin at all when they were friends for years? he couldn't leave tdow without saying goodbye to him#but couldnt bare to see his face when he told him. yet he didnt even say a single word to him now in this arc?#and speaking of friends so are Lauren and Kevin. whys the only acknowledgement of that for Kevin to say that he knows Mother Lauren has#human weakness still?#why is Cecil convinced Kevin was working with Mother Lauren in all this when last ep she and the boy crumpled him up on the street?#or was it supposed to be somehow Kevin claiming credit? why would he when he is supposedly against Mother Lauren and that's the problem#he needs to deal with? Why is the boy his ''i didnt come alone'' to solve this problem when Mother Lauren wasn't a problem in nv and the bo#himself trying to kill and replace him was?#why does everyone just let him take the boy? surely they wouldn't trust Kevin with him like I said Cecil was convinced he was trying to tak#over and destroy Night Vale again and Tamika had been his caretaker for a year and was clearly fond and protective of him?#why does everyone just leave at the end in general? it doesn't really make sense that Lauren would just decide she was done. and Carlos#still never really studied the dow again so whats the point if you're just gonna have him immediately seal the portals?#why in all this- a story about change and Kevin being a father and a threat being a god brought around by a cult- are Charles and Donovan#never mentioned? there's enough points taken from tmua and those two are such significant characters in it i dont think its possible they#could have forgotten them so why fully decide not to include them at all?#do they plan to address them ever again at all?#i could keep going#wtnv spoilers
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rafe looks even cuter when he's asleep.
you don't know how the thought has never crossed your mind up until nowâit's so alarmingly obvious to you right now. you stareâa bit stalkerish, even for youâbut that doesn't deter you at all. you watch his chest rise and fall with each breath, the way he's completely crazy, sleeping firm on his back with one arm on your waist and the other tucked behind his head.
maybe rafe seems even cuter just because he's escaping all the stress of his real life right nowâfirmly asleep with hopefully nothing but nice dreams about you. and as much as you try to avoid it, you are the primary cause of all of rafe's stress. he worries about you from dawn to dusk, even when you try to convince him there's nothing to be worried about.
it's become something of a habit for himâtaking care of you, making sure you're okay, even when he's not around. and youâwell, you've gotten quite reliant on it. on him. you're not positiveâbut you think rafe likes it.
even now, on the verge of waking him up because you can't sleep, you hope he doesn't get mad. it doesn't stop you though.
"rafe," you whisper, pushing his arm softly, and then a little harder. "rafe. rafe."
he groans, eyes still shut. the third push has him blinking, staring up at the ceiling and getting his bearings.
"what time is it?" he slurs, clearly still half-asleep. "still dark, kid, go back to bed-"
"i can't sleep," you say a little too quickly, your restlessness presenting itself quite clearly. "please. i don't know why. i'm scared."
rafe closes his eyes, but then opens again, no matter how hard it is to stay awake right now. he sits up a little, propping his back against his headboard. when he turns to look at you, he doesn't feel so tired anymore.
you look really awake, like you haven't had an ounce of rest since the two of you went to bed hours ago. fiddling with the straps of your nightgown, you look up at him the way you always doâlike rafe can solve any one of your problems in a minute.
and he likes it. rafe doesn't even try and hide it anymoreâhe loves it and loves that about you.
"what're you scared of, huh?" he asks, voice still thick with sleep. you breath in and out, trying to figure out how to explain.
"i dunno. i just am."
"okay," rafe says quietly. he closes his eyes for a few moments and then opens again. your lips curl into a pout automaticallyâyou feel bad for waking him up. "how can i help?"
"i don't know that either. i just want to feel close to you."
"m'right here, kid-" rafe extends an arm around you, bringing you into his chest. you curl up against him like you always do, breathing in the scent of his skin and the warmth from where his hand rubs your back. but it's still not enough.
"i want to be even closer," you murmur, feeling a little more tired but not nearly enough to actually fall asleep.
"how d'you suppose i do that, hm?" you look up at your boyfriendâcuter still with his eyes closed like this.
"can't you just.." feeling surprisingly boldâprobably from how wired yet exhausted you currently areâyou sneak a hand over rafe's pajama shots, pressing your hand down until-
"jesus, kid. gimme some warning, huh-"
"what? you said you're 'never too tired for that', remember?"
"well, i lied. c'mon baby, just go to bed, i'll fuck you first thing in the morning."
"hmpf," you scoff, turning around and taking much of rafe's comforter with you. you don't have to see rafe to know what's going onâhe's rolling his eyes and sitting up, probably has his head in his hands for a moment.
"jesus, kid. you're gonna kill me. c'mere," rafe says, turning you back around to face him with just one hand. your body flops next to him, staring up at rafe, seeing what he'll do next.
"we don't have to do it," you finally say, watching rafe move around in the sheets for a few moments. "can't you just... put it inside?"
"sure i can. c'mon," he says, and you climb onto rafe's lap as swiftly as you can. it doesn't take muchâhe slides up your nightie with one hand and pulls down his shorts with the other. you feel rafe prodding at your tight hole when he grabs at your tits, letting the skirt of your sleepwear fall back down.
"you just said-" rafe cuts you off.
"still gotta wake him up, remember?" you roll your eyes but they end up rolling all the way back. rafe slides in quicklyâyou almost fall onto his chest at the feeling.
incredibly full, realizing this is exactly what you needed, you let yourself curl back up against him. rafe's saying something quietly to you, one of his hands firm on your ass and the other on your back, but you can't even hear him.
"thank you rafey," you murmur, interrupting him without even realizing. "this is what i needed." rafe presses a kiss to your hair and you fall asleep before you even hear him whisper back.
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a/n: I won't be writing a oneshot about this since I already have a yan!capitano fic series I'm committing to, but I might randomly post about this idea more every now and then lol. tagging this AU as #the captain and his duchess
Yandere noble!Capitano who couldn't stop asking Fem Tutor!Darling to spar with him. With the weight of his inheritance, âââââ must strive to be as greatâ if not greaterâ of a Captain like his father, the Duke.
But before he gained his infamous strength, you were his beloved mentor. You were a prodigy in swordsmanship with high confidence to boot. Hence, you gleefully accepted the Duke's request to tutor his eldest son. Coming from a minor noble household with only a title to uphold and not much else to boast, it's only natural to grasp unto that opportunity. It just so happened you've been clearing off competitions, and the duke has a good eye. Your parents, bless their souls, wouldn't dissuade you from your decision. Pride meant nothing when there's not even food scraps on the table. With a heart that still bleeds for the misfortune of those around you, you set off on horseback alone.
Whoever it was you were expecting to teach, it certainly wasn't a terrified noble hiding behind a helmet. Young âââââ was not to blame. He carries the same dignified moral compass as his house, but he was ill-prepared to talk to people other than his family and servants. In fact, you couldn't get a word out of him as soon as you're done assessing his skill level with a first match.
Much to be desired, but the foundation is there.
... Perhaps you were too harsh with your phrasing.
"Young master," you shook your head, knocking on his door. "I couldn't teach you if you scamper about- hiding like meek prey in the closest room you'd burrow yourself in."
âââââ didn't made a sound. You sighed. Truthfully, you wondered if you had done something to offend. It couldn't possibly be due to fear of authority. You're 21 and he's 19, not to mention that he is to be future sovereign Duke of Snezhnaya while you're not even reserved a seat in the council.
"F-Forgive him, Lady (Y/n)!" Elena squeaked. "He's not usually like this. I believe this is because..."
You raised an eyebrow. "Because...?"
The maid hurriedly shook her head, heat crawling up her neck. "N-No, I mustn't say. As a servant, I would step out of line."
"I'm pretty good at keeping secrets, you know?" You grinned. Skillfully, you placed a hand on the wall, leaning closer as if cornering her. You tucked the few stray strands of her hair behind her ear. "I'm not from this House, I wouldn't scold you for a little bit of sin."
She looked extremely offended. Suppose you should've expected that much from the most honorable Harbinger House's staff.
"I'm inclined to believe that this young maid's hypothesis requires no detective to solve."
You both looked to the direction of the voice. It was Prince Zandik, cousin to âââââ and heir to the throne. Though to both of you, you are his most favorite gladiator and he is your best sponsor.
"Greetings, Zandik. You appear just about anywhere, huh? Are you sure you're not pulling my leg about the secret twin rumors?"
"Not one for tact, as always. But that's just how I like you, Lady (Y/n)."
Elena looked at you incredulously, wondering just where on earth did you find the audacity to refer to the Prince without proper decorum. Zandik doesn't seem sensitive to your lack of sensibility. You and Zandik have been friends since childhood was never a secret, but those who would recently find this resurfacing fact never fail to act surprised.
"I'd ask you why you're here, but the answer would be dull and overly verbose." You feigned a yawn, which made Zandik chuckle. "So, instead, why don't you tell me what you know about this âââââ situation? Does he fear women?"
Zandik schooled his expression, but you can almost just about hear him say that's your best guess?
"âââââ has never been one for sublime subtlety." Zandik rolled his eyes. "He admires you greatly, couldn't you tell?"
"Me? And greatly?" You scoffed. "Please, he'd outpace me with just a few lessons.
Zandik laughed. You both knew that to be true, but the future isn't quite as close to that prediction.
"Since the day I discreetly snatched him from his quarters to observe one of your sparring sessions, he has maintained a keen interest in tracking your career." The Prince remarked. "Do you recall the first bouquet of roses you've received?"
"I wasn't meant to be the recipient, do not reopen old wounds." You cringed. It was an unfortunate mistake from the messenger.
"Forgive me, I meant the second bouquet you received." He crossed his arms. "One from a secret admirer who curtly explained how he couldn't bear to see the sadness from your face and made it his honorable responsibility to buy you a larger bouquet."
You blinked.
"N-No way. I'm pretty sure that's from, um, my father."
"Buy you the most expensive bouquet in Snezhnaya? With what money?"
... A cruel but fair point.
"He even dons the same headwear as you doâ the helmet he would rarely take off, did you not find it identical to your own?"
You paused.
... Wait a second.
"Well, I shall remove myself from this conversation. I have dull and overly verbose matters to attend to."
"Zandik, halt!"
#âââââ = CapitanoĘźs real name#the captain and his duchess#i like to imagine this is also ruffiana!reader- this is just them in another au lol#yandere capitano#capitano#yandere capitano x reader#capitano x reader#genshin capitano#genshin x reader#yandere genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin#yandere genshin imagines
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You flinch during a fight
Ot7 x Reader
Summary: How they would react to you flinching during a fight/argument.
Warnings: angst obviously, slight implications of past trauma, not proofread
A/N:(damn, y'all really like angst, huh? Lol) Thanks to the lovely anon who sent this request, I hope you like them!
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Seokjin: Jin forgets just how big he is sometimes and how intimidating that can be. Which is why, when he swung around suddenly to say something and saw you take a small step back, he was confused for a moment before it hit him, and he froze. The room had fallen silent, both of you unsure of what to do or how to proceed. "I didn't mean to-" "I know." You stopped him before he could finish. "Cause you know I would never-" "I know, baby, it was just a reflex." You told him, knowing he would beat himself up over this if you didn't stop him. "Can we just say you won the fight and move on? He asked, making you grin as you wrapped your arms around his middle. "Sure."
Yoongi: It was a tiny movement, so small it would've easily been missed, had he not been looking at you when he slammed his hand down on the table in frustration, causing you to wince. Instantly, he felt every ounce of anger drain away, replaced with hollow shame. "Are you okay?" He asked quietly after a long pause, not meeting your eye. You nodded. "You just startled me." He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his own nerves. "Can we not do this? I don't wanna fight, not like this." "Me neither." You agreed. You settled on just spending the evening together quietly, eventually talking through the original issue much more calmly.
Hobi: As loud as Hobi might be, he almost never raises his voice with you, which why it caught you so off guard and made you flinch. It was a purely instinctual response, but for Hobi, it made his heart absolutely shatter, eyes immediately glazing over with tears. He was supposed to be you safe place, your protector, how could he make you feel unsafe? As if you could read his mind, you were quick to try and reassure him. "Hobi, it's okay." "No, It's not, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm so sorry." You end up sitting together, comforting each other for a while.
Namjoon: He didn't even realize just how tightly wound you had both become during the argument until he slammed a cabinet door, making you jump. Glancing up to see you, clearly startled, his stubborn pride evaporated. "Lets not talk it about it anymore right now, we're not gonna solve anything while we're upset, okay?" He asked, keeping his tone soft in an attempt to soothe you. "Okay." You nodded. "Can I hug you?" He asked. Again, you nodded, letting him carefully tuck you into his chest. "I'm so sorry."
Jimin: He knows he can be intimidating when he's angry, but he never thought you would view him like that, until he saw you flinch back into the sofa cushions. His eyes got so big, before sinking down next to you on the couch. "Did... did I scare you?" He asked, barely able to speak above a whisper. "I don't know." You said, which he knew was your go-to response when you wanted to avoid the truth. Biting back a wave of emotion, he spoke, trying to keep his voice calm. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper." "It's okay." You said. It wasn't, not to him, but he didn't want to push you further right now. Right now, he just wanted to make you feel better.
Taehyung: When he whipped around to face you, only to see you instinctively shrink back, he froze, hands falling ground his sides. "Babe." He said, voice small, wobbly. "I wouldn't... you know I wouldn't, right?" "I know, it was just a reflex." You said even more quietly, fiddling with your fingers which he knew was a sign of how stressed you actually were. Not knowing what else to do, he pulled you into a tight hug. "Please know that you're always safe with me."
Jungkook: He knew you hated loud noises, but in the heat of the moment, he couldn't help the the raise in his voice. As soon as he saw the tears in your eyes though, he panicked. "I'm sorry!" He apologized profusely, rushing over to hold you, maybe a little faster than he should've, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't stand the thought that he'd made you so upset. "Please don't yell." You sniffled. "I won't, I swear, I won't. I'm so sorry baby." Clings to you for the rest of the evening.
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